i take too long to draw thing when i was doing this she was on chapter two

Fairy Tail Chapter 545 Review

Okay guys. Here it is. After 11 years the story of Fairy Tail finally comes to a close. So let’s dive into Chapter 545 “Irreplaceable Friends”

We open  at a big fancy party thrown in Lucy’s honor for her best selling book, “The Adventure of Iris”. Honestly… Good to know Lucy gets a successful career in her ending.

and we now get the cover page…

It’s a little crowded, and I think there has been better shots of all of Fairy Tail together, but nostalgia is really kicking in.

The next few pages is just shots of FT being FT.

So Lucy begins to narrate some things that have happened in the last year. First about her book and then…

Oh god. Not you. Yes, Anna gets to live in this time period, with no consequences and not even a meaningful conversation with Lucy. To top it off, she’s now a teacher. Yeah, seeing as how all of Anna’s “intellect“ just kept making things worse and worse, I don’t think those kids are in for a good academic future.

Seems like Levy is pregnant. Cool. Not that this isn’t bad, but after the whole Bradman thing, this was kinda obvious.

We then cut to other guilds. Like Lamia scale and we find out that Chelia…

Are you fucking kidding me? I guess this war really did have no lasting consequences for our heroes!

This is the last of Sabertooth. Which I swear is just a copied image from the Avatar arc when the “Tora Tora eating festival” was introduced.

I guess Ichiya is Blue Pegasus’s master now? Well he did survive a suicide trip pushing Acnologia into a portal, guess he earned this title.

Wow this arc has done well at stripping away Kagura’s dignity. From getting striped by Dimaria, to giving Jellal CPR shirtless, to being given a magic induced orgasm, and now she’s a model. Okay there’s nothing wrong with being a model, but this is Kagura. Stoic, Badass Swordswoman,  I didn’t see becoming a magazine model as a future for her character. She doesn’t even seem to like this! Actually wait! The caption says that Mermaid Heel’s girls all became models… Wow, way to treat the female only guild.

We cut to the party where…

Oh god, Gildarts no… Also Juvia, I know you spent time with Gray and developed the striping habbit, but you usually did it in combat… I don’t get why you’re doing it now.

Gray drags off Juvia and begins to lecture her on her scar…

So they’re canon… I think? Kinda… Sorta… No well explained… Hey wait! I just realized that this whole big plot point about how Gray will give Juvia an answer and keep her from being left hanging, doesn’t end in a straight answer, but a maybe?! AKA still left hanging! Dude, grow a spine and say it!

Wait… what’s this…

I love this scene! Mashima you glorious bastard~

We then cut to see that King Toma has abdicated, making Hisui queen. Yeah… Hisui… She totally earned it… What have you even done?Well she does make peace with Alvarez. Which is most likely going through a civil war to determine who is now the ruling body given the emperor and most of his top men are dead.

But Hisui also pardons Crime Sociere…

Y’know her telling them to live, would be a bit more powerful, if she interacted with Erza and not Lucy.

Yeah now the most controversial part of the chapter…

Erza and Jellal don’t get together. In fact, they don’t even talk. Y’know I did a brief post on my thoughts about this and I still stand by, Mashima is under no obligation to get them together, but he does at least owe them a conversation. At least. Because when you tease something like that, you really can’t leave open ended. If they aren’t going to get together you should at least give them a conversation that at least leads to them making the decision not to get together.

(Also Erza’s hair was that gorgeous without brushing it?!)

And Makarov can’t walk anymore… Oh god it must hard for him to make it through each day now, old, numerous heart attacks, lost the ability to walk. At this point just mercy kill him. Wait, he’ll probably live through that too.

Oh yeah and the other controversial scene…

Yup. Mavis and Zeref have been reincarnated and are now destined to fall in love again… Oh god… Why? You concluded their story! The whole journey of them as a couple had a great ending. Granted I felt it was weighed down by the Alvarez arc really dropping the ball with the whole relationship thing, before their conclusion. So this really feels like it ruins that big curse breaking moment, because they actually don’t escape their eternal cycle. Instead of being immortal they’re just reincarnated. Also one month is a short time for these reincarnations to be born and then make it to their teenage years

We get a montage shot of FT acting like FT and…

Wow… A ship with no canon interaction gets acanon ending. Mashima, you glorious bastard…

We cut to the next day in Lucy’s home, where… (For old time’s sake)

Natsu is in her living room. Appears she passed out after getting drunk, and brought her home.

And then this scene.

I know there are some upset that Natsu and Lucy didn’t get together, but this scene is really heartfelt. Regardless of the quality of every arc in question, I genuinely feel that these are two people who’ve been through thick and thin.

So they run off on another adventure… But not just on any adventure…

A 100 year quest.

So we close out on another montage showing off FT.

Umm looks like Fairies don’t have tails…

Anyway that is the conclusion, and after 11 long years the stories of Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Erza, Wendy, Happy, and Carla, come to an end, but the adventure of Fairy Tail lives on…

Post Chapter Follow Up: I’m going to start with the negatives only because I want to end on a positive note.

The biggest issue with this conclusion, is a lot of the individual ends feel iffy… Weather they don’t seem to fit the character like Kagura, or give a level of finality to their story like Jellal, or even acknowledge there has been a change to get us to this point like sabertooth. It really hurts because these are the last time we’ll see these characters and leaving them off with those conclusions is bitter sweet.

Let’s also talk about the controversial stuff. The biggest is the ambiguity. The “story” has to end without the story ending, thus it doesn’t go against a never ending adventure. There are things I think you can leave ambiguous, like Natsu and Lucy going off on an adventure, or what happens to all of the guilds as a whole. But there are some stuff that really you can’t do given the time spent on it. As I said, I am fine with Mashima not making pairs canon. Afterall, he isn’t under obligation to, just because the ships have large fanbases. That said he needs to at least give a straight answer. WIth all the time spent, you need to show us how you come to the end for these pairs and why that might not get together.

Another thing that really hurts is the Zeref and Mavis thing… Why? It’s not a bad scene, but it’s bad because it really ruins their already good conclusion. Doesn’t destroy it, but does make it a lot lesser.

So with all that said… Lets get to the positives,. First of all, I really do want to give Hiro Mashima for attempting something different for his conclusion than the typical shounen ending. I do think it is muddled a bit in execution, but this could’ve very well been just a repeat of Rave’s ending. I’m glad he ended it, his own way.

Another thing is the FT hijicks. I know a lot of the cast of FT didn’t do much this final arc, but it’s so nice to see them all get to show of their personalities one more time before the curtain draws to a close.

And finally, that moment with Natsu and Lucy. I know people are upset that the two are not together as lovers, but that doesn’t take away this really is two characters that share a genuine bond. Maybe not romantic, but it really feels like a finale for these two.

So this is the last time I’m going to do this for FT…

Final Verdict: 5/10

  • It’s too ambiguous
  • It does have some head scratching edings for characters
  • It has very sweet moments of characterization
  • Reminds of the jiy these characters brought me.

Before we go,This is it, this is the last review for a chapter of Fairy Tail I’m going to ever write. It’s been an honor and pleasure bringing you a review week to week. I wouldn’t be anything without this series, I could’ve never made my blog what it is without this series help, and all of your help dear readers. We had a lot of fun. Sure, at times it wasn’t always good, we had ups and we had downs, but that was what Fairy Tail was, a ride. And it’s a ride I don’t regret getting on. I hope it left everyone with some good memories. So till we see each other again, stay gold!

You Understand, Right? (Part 6): In My Time of Dying

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1336+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: I think this was one of the first chapter I wrote after people asked for a sequel. It has a special place in my heart. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

SERIES MASTERLIST


It was a couple of days later when Dean had just gotten ready for bed, his eyes closed in hopes for a couple of hours of sleep when Y/N knocked on his door softly, opening the frame, and calling his name at the same time.

At the sound of her voice, Dean all but leaped into alertness. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She didn’t say anything as she made her way to his bed, sitting on the space he left with her legs crossed. She ignored his watchful gaze as she chewed on her lips. No words could describe her time in hell, but she knew she needed to accept the memory. Without realizing it her breathing became shallower, and just as Dean opened his mouth, she burst into tears.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Dean’s heart ached at the sound of her cries. He circled his arms around her, and pulled her against his chest, his legs resting around her figure. “It’s okay. I’m here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you anymore, you hear?” Tears were stinging his eyes as she cried even louder, despair and grief in every teardrop. He had to physically bite his bottom lip to stop himself from crying as well. “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Dean drew small circles on her bottom hip, his other hand stroking the back of her hair.

It felt like hours later, and it probably was when Y/N had finally stopped completely crying. She sniffled continuously, using the collar of her shirt to clean up the mess on her face.

“I’m gonna get you a glass of water,” Dean said, seeing her finally calming down.

Y/N scrambled to grab his arm, shaking her head, pleading for him not to leave her.

“I won’t be long,” he promised.

Keep reading

Revised edition

Quick report on Kubo and Yamamoto’s attendance to Concomics Guadalajara. I was in line for 9 hours plus two more for their short Q&A and am objectively dying, sorry for typos 

ETA: When I wrote this it didn’t occur to me that it would get hundreds of reblogs before I ever got to fix it, now my half-deceased incompetent typing will live on forever *sobs*

  • I arrived at 6:30 am and there were already people in line jeeesus (lots were coming to see a youtuber though)
  • Gonna spare you the deets on the awful people in my surroundings thank @yuurinikiforov cos I screamed at her for hours

ETA: I just realized this sounds like it was Ally making me scream but in fact i tumblr-screamed at her to prevent from unleashing my frustrations on the gross fujos that surrounded me. Thank Ally because she got to read all that nervous-wreck garbage and y’all get to be spared


  • I had a two-day ticket so I was allowed in half an hour earlier and if not for that, I probably would’ve missed on the autograph line. They had space for 50 people (plus 200ish that had bought the express pass which was super expensive). I was #45. It took less than three minutes since getting inside for all 50 spots to be taken

(this was the line after three minutes. I was too lazy to take pics of it later, but it got to be around 5 times this at some point.)

ETA: According to Con staff, since the lines were very well organized, they actually got to sign quite a bit more people than the originally allotted 50. The Queens are so kind. 

  • No photos, video or sound recording of The Queens allowed, except for this one taken by Con staff. They were giving away those postcards for the filthy casuals people who didn’t bring any official merch for the sign

i’m mostly kidding about the filthy casual thing bc I hate fandom elitism but there were a lot of people bringing FANART PRINTS and I wanted to gut them

  • Kubo would quick sketch a character of your choice. I chose Victor bc I love how she draws his huge heart mouth
  • I was able to tell Sayokan how grateful I am from the bottom of my heart and that I’m looking forward to the movie and she said thank you and that they’re workinng hard. I died. ETA: I wanted to say so much more but I was so nervous my Japanese came out really garbled and we didn’t have much time. And I didn’t get to say anything to Kubo because I didn’t want to distract her from drawing ;—;
  • Sayokan has a beautiful smile and I love her

ETA: She also had an aura like Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada, twenty years younger: A STRONG woman who takes no prisoners and is fabulous af. I love her with all my soul.

After the autographs, The Queens had a short stage appearance

  • There was a cosplay contest and the winners would get to sit in the front row for The Queens’ presentation. I didn’t take any pics but the standout for me apart from a flood of gorgeous girls doing Eros Yuuri, was a pair of girls doing Lilia and Yakov. The announcer clearly didn’t watch the show and botched Lilia’s last name, but the cosplayer had the attitude 100% on point.
  • Something I hate is people who say Yurio stressing the u, it sounds so wrong and a lot of people today were doing it and driving me mad
  • The stage was packed af
  • Kubo drew quick sketch of Victor while she and Sayo answered a couple of questions. They will post the video later today

ETA: Here’s the video

  • Audience Questions logistics wasn’t very well prepared and even Kubo asked how it was gonna work. I was embarrassed for the lack of planning. In the end those that were lucky to be close to the stage got to ask the questions. Lia was praying for no stupid questions pls.


Q&A (translation partially mine partially from the interpreter)


1. What were your expectations about Mexico and have those expectations changed now


Kubo: I haven’t gone sightseeing yet but it’s my first time in Mexico and I didn’t expect so many people. [The people/audience] feels four or five times warmer than japan (make of that what you may, Japanese people say that about us a lot) Sayokan didn’t answer


2. Dumb question that has already been answerred in interviews about whether Yurio was planned to win from the start. As we know, yes, pretty sure both of them have said it before.

Sayokan added that his character development wasn’t completely planned though, and he evolved a lot during writing.


3. Which word do you think of when you thibk of Yuuri and Victor 

Sayokan: Love (愛) 

Kubo: She didn’t talk to the mic and people were still screaming about 愛  so Ididn’t hear what she said but the interpreter said she said Friendship. My queens get your story sraight pls

HUGELY IMPORTANT ETA: Other people that were there have confirmed that Kubo gave a long answer that included 断ち切れない絆 “an unbreakable bond” and didn’t say anything about friendship. There was a telephone game going on because there was a JP-ENG interpreter and then an ENG-SPA interpreter and I don’t know how or why the latter got “friendship” but please take this into account, I don’t want people to hate on Kubo because I wasn’t close enough to hear her answer and the Spanish interpreter botched it.

Not important ETA: A girl close to me was yelling “Victuri” like she hoped they’d answer that and I was facepalming hard

Kubo also asked (in Japanese) if anyone understood Japanese, it wasn’t translated and a good dozen of hands shot up. She was surprised. Some folks screamed abd she said 落ち着け. One or two continued screaming so obviously they didn’t understand Japanese lol

4. Stupid question about whether they plan to develop Otabek and Yurio’s relationship. 

Sayokan said they hadn’t fully decided on how everything’s gonna end in the movie so can’t say yet but look forward to the bonus on V6 (the interpreter said V3 and I wanted to gut him). Hoes I like Otayuri but stop trying to shove it on The queens’ faces pls


5. Do you have plans for a special chapter about the Lady skaters? 

Sayokan said it’s definitely something they’d love to do but right now their focus is on the boys abnd finishing their story. Best answer for me tbh besides Sayokan’s 愛 cos I wanna see Mila skate soooo bad.

ETA: Forgot to mention this but a lot of people were chanting “Boda! Boda!” (wedding). Kubo asked what it was that people were chanting and the interpreter told them. Someoene else is reporting that Sayokan chuckled. There were two tall dudes in front of me so my vision was very obstructed and can’t confirm, but neither said anything out loud in response to it

  • Sayokan threw some gifts at the audience but My Queen is no pitcher and I was too far back so didn’t get anything *sobs*. Some were prints or maybe postcards but no idea of what exactly.

And that’s it! Theyll be signing more autographs and have another stage appearancw tomorrow but I can’t stay so someone else will have to report it whilst I die.

TL;DR I love them and my calebdar looks even more beautiful and I never thought that was possible and I’ll cry about this day for the rest of my life.

PS I’ll fix those typos when I’m not utterly destroyed
PPs: I have no shame so I wanna plug my cute Victuri Tangled AU it’s really cute and it doesnt have typos promise, please read it  http://archiveofourown.org/works/10529547/chapters/23245557

Actual--Quartermaster’s 00Q rec list:

A collection of amazing works that deserve all the praise. Warnings are added to fics with major concerning aspects, however, be prepared for canon typical violence and sexual content in pretty much every fic– I mean, this is James Bond, he’d manage to get into a knife fight even in a coffee shop AU.

Quriosity by dr_girlfriend

Words: 80495  Chapters: 33/33

Bond finds himself increasingly curious about his enigmatic Quartermaster.

“Your prior hotel is no longer secure, I will direct you to a new location. Your luggage has already been transferred. A field agent and medic from the Diréction Générale de la Sécurité d'État will be waiting at the side entrance. I have cleared them both personally.” In contrast to his crisp dry English, Q’s pronunciation of the French words was fluid and flawless, the throaty tone of the fricatives sending a surprising jolt of awareness straight to Bond’s cock — all the more remarkable given his degree of blood loss.

“You’re wasted on Q-branch, you have the voice for a phone-sex call-in line.” The words slipped out of Bond’s mouth without forethought, although he had plenty of time to think in the sudden pause that came afterward and stretched on for endless moments. Bond hadn’t realized until now how Q was always there, with an immediate reply. In all their banter Q had never before been at a loss for words. Ever.

____

I reread this fic at least once every few months, it’s that good. I have it saved in the pdfs on my phone for car rides and vacations. This fic stays so true to the characters, with everything from Q’s unceasing exasperation to Bond’s cheeky carelessness. The only bad thing I can say about it, is that it doesn’t follow my “Q is a Holmes brother” headcanon. Honestly, if you haven’t read this fic yet, it’s probably the one you’ve been looking for.

~~~

Human Error by thejabberwock

Words: 86107   Chapters: 14/14

007 is the perfect assassin, an artificial intelligence with the ability to think for itself. Human emotions were never meant to be part of its programming, and Q was never meant to be anything more than its creator.

____

Okay, this was so good, I had to contact the author (@bondsboffin) in the middle of it being written. I was going out of my mind. Bond is so complex and the style is just so intriguing. Honestly, this is the kind of fic that will make you roll on the floor in angst.

~~~

Blue-Eyed Monster by Only_1_Truth

Words: 118362   Chapters: 23/23

Yes, this version of 007 was a terrifyingly smart agent, and M wondered long and often whether it had been a good idea to promote him to the position. Usually, the title was the dangerous part - being 007 meant deadliness - but this time, M feared that a certain man with ice-blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair had dragged in more danger to the title than it had previously possessed

Enter MI6’s new Quartermaster: an unassuming, bespectacled genius with no mind for subterfuge but plenty of genius behind a dry smile. Curious 00-agents and young boffins don’t always mix in predictable ways…

____

This made me cry the first time I read it. Full of humorous chess games, dangerous double 0’s, and domestic (well, at least as close as possible to anyway) Bond. A wonderful Skyfall rewrite.

~~~

Beautiful Creatures by 1MissMolly

Words: 63151  Chapters: 30/30

“You smell good,” Q’s drunk words were slurred and raspy.

“I’ve been told.” James smiled at the young man.

“Stay here, I want to snuggle.”

“What?”

“Snuggle, be my teddy bear.”

“What!? I could blackmail you for that comment.” James joked but Q was already snoring lightly. His arms still wrapped tight around James neck. The older man gave in, convincing himself it was only because Q wanted him there. James own wishes and desires were not pushing him to lay beside Benjamin. The reason he was here, he told himself over and over again, was to protect the quartermaster. His scent and angelic face had nothing to do with it. At least that what he tried to tell himself.

Bond discovers that his quartermaster is an omega, which would be fine, except someone is murdering the omegas that work for MI6.

Very slow build of coworkers to friends to something more. Working together to fight against the monsters in the dark.

___

Warning: A/B/O fic. An extremely well done one at that. Despite the summary, Q can hold his own, which was awesome to read. A complex plot and amazing development, overall a great read.

~~~

Brevity and Opulence by loveindirtytrenchcoats

Words: 7777   Chapters: 1/1

There’s no time to grab anything to defend himself with, because the first hinge on the door snaps open with a bang, and the second follows on the next hit. The door rips backwards, thrown to the floor by the same man Q had been in the ski lift with, who smiles menacingly and draws a knife from his jacket. The Quartermaster wonders how long it will take for James to realise he’s missing.

Before the henchman even gets in his first hit, Q knows it’ll be too late.

____

Short and sweet, a fix-it fic for Spectre. The best fix-it fic I’ve read at that.

~~~

The Love Song of James Bond by Fightyourdragon

Words: 103853   Chapters: 17/17

“Knowing your history, and adding to it the fact that I am not entirely unaffected by sharing a bed with you, I think it would be pointless to pretend that we are going to able to share this house for the next two weeks without fucking over every available surface.” Q smiles at the look of shock on James’ face. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting such a direct approach and Q presses on before he has a chance to recover. “However, when it happens it will happen on my terms.”

There was definitely a significant gap between the time Bond was breaking down over M’s death in the chapel to the time a confident Bond walked into Mallory’s office to accept his newest assignment. What, or more importantly, who, put him back together again? Basically, lots of porn with plot.

____

Warning: BDSM. A majority of this fic is two idiots on an island, fucking and making friends with the old couple who own the local pub. It’s the most weirdly domestic thing I’ve ever read, and its beautiful.

~~~

Bal-Chatri by Kryptaria

Words: 46402   Chapters: 14/14

Rising through the ranks at MI6 is enough to erode anyone’s ability to trust. The agents of the Double O program all take paranoia one step further, elevating it to an art form. But everyone needs one person to trust – even James Bond. Now, Q just has to figure out how to convince him of that.

Bal-Chatri: A versatile trap used to humanely catch all types of birds, including birds of prey.

____

Warning: BDSM. Part of a three part series, and, honestly, it’s beautiful. Q is patient and kind, and together they work through Bond’s problems.

~~~

Synchronicity by stereobone

Words: 7600   Chapters: 1/1

It goes on like that for months, and then Q realizes that James Bond is “hanging out” at his flat.

____

Another short and sweet fic, and actually the softest thing I’ve ever read. James is just so gentle and Q treats him like he deserves. Good rainy day read.

~~~

Return the Conquering Hero by 1MissMolly

Words: 41596  Chapters: 14/14

Bond and Trevelyan are sent in to rescue a mysterious hacker out of a corrupt prison. They don’t know who sent them in or how to get the young man out. But the longer they stay in the prison, the more Bond becomes attracted to the young hacker.

____

Warning: major rape/non-con elements, but nothing truly horrid happens to our boys. Not the most satisfying ending but lovely nonetheless, one of those fics you wouldn’t mind a sequel to. Also, have I ever mentioned how much I love Alec Trevelyan being included? Because this pushes all those buttons.

~~~

Redamancy by opalescentgold

Words: 80627   Chapters: 7/8

If you write something on your skin, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well.

James doesn’t quite fall in love over physics discussions and cheeky book quotes and coding and riddles inked onto his skin, but he comes close.

And then he actually meets Q.

____

It’s not finished yet, I know. But, this fic is so good, I couldn’t put it down. I’m sure I read it in under two nights (that’s with a full time job and full time school). This fic highlights the true discrepancy in age between Bond and Q, and is a whole lot of angst at points, and it’s delightful.

~~~

Distraction by Pasteles

Words: 269   Chapters: 1/1

James Bond is an impatient bastard.

____

Putting this in here because my lovely @actual–007 wrote this for me, AND I OPENED IT WHILE I WAS AT CHURCH THANK YOU VERY MUCH. But, it’s lovely and so is she.

MCU Civil War Fic Recs | Stony Edition

FINALLY i’ve decided to post my first fic rec list. Caught up with my feels after watching CA:CW. THE PAIN, THE ANGST, THE HEARTBREAK </3 Anyway I’ve been reading lots of MCU Post-Civil War fics and I thought it’s time for me to contribute to our lovely fandom. Here are some of my favorites to share with y’all. Don’t be shy, feel free to share any fic recs with me (●♡∀♡) I’d love to read more!


last updated 17/7/2017.

new fics added on top :) will be updated from time to time if there are new recs.


Tony gets the phone, but he never uses it and he never intends to. Or, he doesn’t until Steve starts texting him, asking strange questions about medication and mental health, which is when Tony gets worried.

(A texting fix-it that grew beyond all proportion. Deals with depression and anxiety quite a lot. There is even some plot in there somewhere.)

Tony and Steve fall through a portal just after defeating Thanos and his army. Stranded in another dimension, the two have to finally face what happened—and what could have been.

“Tony is missing.”

Steve hears the words over Natasha and Clint’s bickering, over Sam’s snorts, over the erratic beat of his heart.

The Avengers are in the aftermath of the Civil War, trying to keep their heads above water when an unexpected portal opens up and drops a few familiar faces on their doorstep for the upcoming battles.

Never let it be said that fate doesn’t have a sense of humor.

Steve doesn’t think about having sex with Tony Stark. He certainly doesn’t plan for it. It happens anyway.

They fight Thanos—and they’re losing. And before Tony knows what’s happening, he’s standing with Doctor Strange in front of the Eye of Agamotto and gets send back in time. Can he find a way to fix things this time around, or are they doomed to fall apart all over again?

“So was I,” his soulmate would tell him one day, and what it would mean was that they loved him. 

Post-Civil War. A mission at a power plant goes south and the ensuing explosion triggers the denaturation of the serum. In which Steve insists that he’s feeling fine, Natasha gets Tony involved and pieces start being put back together. 

Tony bypasses into the mailbox every time. It drives Steve absolutely nuts. 

Tony can’t even recognize himself nowadays.

Tony misses Steve very badly after the Accords. Some days he deals with it better than other days.(a fic featuring the booty call flip phone, minor kidnappings, and time jumps between chapters because the election has been happening and my brain has been too mush to make a proper plot)

Steve and Tony love each other—that would undoubtedly always be true. However, there might just be things that don’t care for love, that don’t care what it means for the two to take different sides. Things that none of them could’ve foreseen. Things that might just rip everything apart.When the United Nations attempt to put restrictions on the Avengers, Tony has to admit that the pawns had been in place for a long time, he just hadn’t dared to admit it to himself. And now, it is simply a matter of who will move first—and more importantly: in which direction.

Tony struggles with the day-to-day of leading a UN-sanctioned team of superheroes, Steve goes on a listening tour across America, and Natasha would like to remind everyone that (unlike Sam Wilson) she is not a licensed therapist.(55/200) page fancomic

When we do things, we always have a good reason. It’s other people we see as defective.

Learning to look a little harder than that will be a long journey, but it might just be worth the struggle to change.

After the civil war, everyone is left living in the new reality they’ve created — and now they have to figure out if they are willing (and able) to try again at being a real team.

If you think of life and death on a continuum, finding the point where it tips is complicated. It cuts across all political lines and gets to the root of our humanity. It requires faith informed by years of intimacy that you’re doing what’s right for your loved one.

But Tony is just a man. And there’s only so much he can do.

(Or that time when Tony does what is necessary to survive just so that he can continue to fix things and makes extremely rash decisions; because even if Steve may have left him behind, doesn’t mean Tony would do the same. Kind of.)

Everything seems to be in working order; except one day, after hoping and hoping for a chance to set things right, to prove what he had meant in his letter, that he’d be there for Tony when Tony needs him, Steve is given the opportunity to. It just isn’t what he had expected it to be. Not by a long damn shot. Sequel to Rebirth.

Strangely, or not so strangely, Steve is the one to call first.“Tony,” is all he says, low and throaty and oh so raspy.Tony says nothing. Not because he has nothing to say, but because he has too much. And maybe, for once, Steve should be the one talking.

After the Civli War, the Avengers were back together.

How is everything going, Tony? Pepper had asked in her email.
It’s fine (Tony had written back). I’m fighting with Steve all the time. Everything is going to hell. I’m okay (you know I’m always okay).

(Or: How Tony and Steve learned to be a bit gentler with each other)

It’s a mistake destroying Steve’s gesture of goodwill, Tony thinks, even as he takes an unholy amount of glee smashing that stupid phone to bits down in his lab and DUM-E waits eagerly with a fire extinguisher for the last of the letter to burn down. But it’s a mistake Tony is happy to make.

How to say ‘wish you were here’ without actually saying so, as done by Captain Steve Rogers.

One moment they’re fighting, yelling scathing insults and ugly accusations at each other, and the next they’re kissing, all teeth and anger-fuelled desperation. Steve backs him up until Tony’s shoulders hit the closest wall, and hoists him up, giving Tony no choice but to wrap his legs around Steve’s waist for support. Tony bites Steve’s bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, and Steve growls, and grips both of Tony’s wrists in one big hand, his hold bruisingly tight.

‘Dear baby,’ he thought hysterically while dodging an arrow, ‘One day your daddy and I fought and almost blew up an airport. I hope you’re better at communication than we are.’

Tony blinked up at the face staring down at him. This was impossible. This was definitely 100% not possible, he had not just started giving a good morning handy to -

“Steve?”

After the events of Civil War, Tony and Steve wake up in bed next to each other in an alternate universe. It goes about as well as you’d expect it to.

Before Afghanistan, before New York, and long before Siberia, Tony was given the gift of Peggy Carter as his godmother.It was maybe one of the best gifts he ever received, one that kept on giving even forty years later. Because even when the Avengers are scattered, the team and his trust torn apart, there’s still one thing Tony has that no one, not Steve, not Ross, not Stane, had ever managed to take from him.A family.In the aftermath of the Civil War, Tony will need them more than ever if he’s to pick up the broken pieces of himself again. And save the world. Of course.

It was the first time they’d seen each other since Siberia. It was probably one of the worst possible ways to have an unscheduled reunion. It was also about to get worse. A lot worse. 

 Steve writes letters to Tony that he never sends. By the time he hands them to their rightful owner, Tony has had a brush with death, has retired as a superhero, and now has a small town workshop of his very own. But it’s okay, Steve has gone into retirement too.

An alternate universe where Steve wins the Civil War.

It doesn’t go well for Tony.

A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.

Steve and Tony before, during, and after.

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

“Humans are machines. Fascinating ones, but fatally flawed- because we feel too much. We try our hardest to be objective; but whenever two sides are too close, we ‘follow our heart’, which means fall prey to whatever our emotions think best and fuck all that logic might have had to say about it.”

Sequel to ‘And In The Silence That Follows’. Three months after the 'truce’, AIM is on the move again, and Norman Osborn seems increasingly determined to seize power in the void that the Avengers left behind. Logic dictates that Tony should cooperate with the runaway superheroes, led by one Steve Rogers to get ahead of the situation. Too bad his trust issues don’t agree with him. Too bad humans aren’t actually machines who can turn emotions off at the flick of a butto-Oh. Hello Extremis.

Steve splays his fingers on Tony’s chest, over his heart, and Tony whimpers. “You should take better care of that, Tony,” Steve says, digging his fingers in briefly.

Tony closes his eyes. “Don’t.”

Steve laughs, and it’s cold. He trails his fingers lower. “I could hurt you,” he says, almost conversationally. “I’m a criminal now, remember.”

“He hid some things from me,” Tony says, then shrugs. “It’s fine. I hid some things from him, too. Don’t you know this story?”

616 Steve meets MCU Tony.

“You were supposed to say thank you,” Tony said after a moment, covering his eyes with his forearm. It wasn’t as if Steve could see him. “It’s only polite, you know. Happy birthday, Steve—Thank you, Tony.”

It was raining when Tony exited his car. In front of him was a church.

He wasn’t sure why it always rained nowadays, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. Tony knew this weather kind of suited his mood, and his current mental state.

Attending funeral after funeral after you’ve been beaten up by the father of the embryo in your womb in Siberia before he left you in the cold, was beyond hard and painful. Tony had cried himself to sleep more than once. However, he couldn’t let anybody know, except Vision who had figured it out by himself.

“I sense a lifeform in you,” the android had mentioned to him once. “Is it… Steve’s?”

Tony remembered breaking down in front of him, after that Vision never mentioned the relationship between Steve and the lifeform in Tony’s womb again. He felt guilty, yet grateful. It had been barely a week after the incident in Siberia. Tony wasn’t ready for something that would remind him of that event, and he doubted he would ever be.

Steve never lets go of the phone. Sam thinks that it’s time for him to use it.

The written letter and cellphone never made it to Tony.

Tony never made it home.

Everything about them happened in seconds. Their first meeting was quick, with Tony landing next to the Captain, each man giving a curt nod and name in greeting. Their argument on the hellicarrier took mere seconds to escalate. Until Steve was goading Tony into putting on the suit and going a few rounds and Tony not so subtly reminding Steve that he wasn’t afraid to hit an old man.
It was only seconds of staring at Tony on that New York City Street, his arc reactor dark, no rise and fall of his chest, for Steve to know that inside the tin can, was a good man.
Then Ultron happened, and it took seconds for their world to change, seconds for Steve to throw his shield at Tony and for the billionaire to send a repulsor blast back. They went from laughing and relaxing to standing on an edge thousands of feet above solid ground.
And now…now everything’s changed. And all it took was a combination of seconds; of decisions made, actions performed and words spoken that they couldn’t get back.
Just a few ticks of the clock for their world to shatter.

It took two months and fourteen days.Well, two months and sixteen days if you wanted to be nitpicky and count the two days it had taken Tony to actually accept that yes, the phone was still lying on his desk, and no, it wouldn’t magically disappear just because he wished it so.The phone, and beneath it, that goddamn letter. If you need me, I’ll be there.

After the hell that was Ultron and the Sokovia Accords, Tony doesn’t blame the team for wanting nothing to do with him. To make up for past mistakes, Tony disappears into his lab and focuses on using his money and brains to provide the Avengers with more fancy tech than they’ll ever need. By doing this, he also doesn’t have to worry about Steve’s grim frown, Bucky’s hateful gaze, or everyone else’s cold annoyance.For six long months, this formula worked, but then fate decided to be a Loki-like dick and Tony wasn’t sure how it happened, but in the span of one week, he’d somehow acquired a kid.

He’s sitting there on the carpeted floor with blood dripping down the back of his head, holding the battered red notebook with trembling hands. He looks up from the page and tries to blink away the scribbled words that won’t seem to disappear from his eyesight. He can’t breathe, can’t get his throat to work properly because it feels like he’s being strangled by the sheer truth of what he realizes now.

They knew. Oh god, they knew.

When Tony discovers a devastating secret, it will threaten to tear apart everything they hold dear.

Steve is going to realise in the worst possible way what happens when you let pride, rage and fear cloud your judgment. What happens when you don’t listen.

“And you think you could take me, do you, Stark?”“I’d give it a good fucking try. I’d like to shove you into the nearest wall and wrap my hands around your damn neck.”“Oh yeah? And then what?”Post-CACW, a series of phone calls between Tony and Steve. 

Total: 38 fics

Words Just Can’t Do Them Justice....

Here, my favourite multi-chaptered Captain Swan Fanfics…. They’re classics, so you’ve probably all read them, but I think re-living these two special characters is something we’re going to need soon…. 

Alternate Universe - Modern


Read All About It by Kymbersmith90 - Using Twitter to ask an actual princess on a date may not have been Killian’s best idea… until it was.Part 1 of Royal Realities  

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7924948/chapters/18110287

Warm Nights & Firelight  by Oubliette14 - When in the wake of a messy breakup Emma makes the impulsive decision to return home to her parent’s ranch in the Rockies, she certainly doesn’t expect to find a strange Irish guy living in what was once her apartment over the garage, and she definitely doesn’t imagine that the home she couldn’t wait to be rid of five long years ago would be the very place her heart begins to heal. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11025589/1/Warm-Nights-Firelight


To Make Your Heart Race by fergus80 - Killian “Hook” Jones is NASCAR’s bad boy, who is forced to do some community service to clean up his act. Emma Swan is the counselor at the local Children’s shelter who is done with men and relationships after her latest in a long stream of nightmares.  http://archiveofourown.org/works/5619112/chapters/12944908


Poem Without Words by totheendoftheworldortime79 - Looking to make some extra money, college senior Emma Swan takes a post as a model for Professor Killian Jones’ art class. Sparks fly on both sides. Will they give into temptation?

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3973093/chapters/8914423

Heart By Heart by totheendoftheworldortime79 - Emma Nolan, rich, famous, heiress to Nolan Tech, frustrated by her life, unable to get anyone to take her seriously as a businesswoman, flees to her New York life for Hawaii. A chance meeting with grad student-turned-mechanic Killian Jones might change her life forever. If she lets it https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10924345/1/Heart-by-Heart

The Lost Boys by niniadepapa - He’s the charming, out of control frontman of one of the most successful bands in the world. She’s a hard-working rising actress. Sometimes it’s hard to find out what’s real and what’s make-believe when fame’s in the game. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8975354/1/The-Lost-Boys

Walking In A Straight Line by msgenevieve447 - It’s one of the oldest stories in the book. Two old friends have a few too many drinks, two old friends share a kiss. Happens all the time, right? But what happens when only one of them actually remembers it? (Captain Swan AU, with a side order of Snowing, mention of Emma/Walsh) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10957085/1/Walking-in-a-Straight-Line 

The Trouble With Faking It by nowforruin - Killian Jones is one drunken mistake from never setting foot on a movie set again. Enter Emma Swan, the woman his manager has paid to pretend to date him and clean up his image. It seems straightforward enough…but there’s always trouble with faking it. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11228500/1/The-Trouble-with-Faking-It

Wedded Bliss and Asterisks by EmilyBea - Emma Swan is an enemy of love who just happens to be an up and coming wedding dress designer. She’s convinced that true love is nowhere in her future but then she meets Killian Jones, whose magazine is covering the opening of her new boutique. Suddenly Emma finds herself drawing up new plans for her life, ones that seem to all be leading towards her own form of wedded bliss. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12295382/1/Wedded-Bliss-and-Asterisks

Search and Rescue by onceuponajollyroger - When Killian Jones, a rescue swimmer for the US Coast Guard, pulled Emma Swan from the unforgiving sea he had no idea she would end up rescuing him right back. [Captain Swan Modern AU] https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11255395/1/Search-and-Rescue

World Unknown by colormyheartred - Emma signs up to be a test subject for a “guaranteed true love match”. The kicker is that she can’t see her match until their wedding day. The moment she sees him for the first time, she knows she’s doomed. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11824108/1/World-Unknown - Read the Sequels too! 

With This Ring by kissmelikeapirate - This was just about the dumbest idea she had ever heard. Marry a guy she barely knew? But sometimes desperate people do crazy things. And crazy things can sometimes be the best things you ever do…  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11286660/1/With-This-Ring

Headlights Fading by EvilIsntBorn337 - When Emma Swan’s car breaks down outside of a small town in Maine, she finds herself stuck at the local garage, but as the repairs take longer and longer to complete, she has to decide if, in the end, she wants to leave the town at all. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11251326/1/Headlights-Fading 

With Affection by PhiraLovesLoki - Emma Swan isn’t a middle schooler. So why is she receiving notes from a secret admirer? She’s also definitely not a romantic person. So why is she writing back? Modern!AU Captain Swan, with side orders of Snowing and Frankenwolf https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11045549/1/With-Affection

Music of The Heart by InMyEyes2014 - Granny Lucas loves to be both chef and matchmaker for the town of Storybrooke. When she sets her skills on Liam and Killian Jones, she is sure she has found the perfect matches with Elsa and Emma. While some participants are willing and others reluctant, Granny and her cohorts are determined to make each a match made in heaven or at least in lasagna. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6215764/chapters/14240920


Alternate Universe - With a Touch of Canon 

Remember When by Emilee Amethyst - "I will find you. I will always find you.“ Says the Charming Family motto. But does it still apply when two centuries separate you from the one you love? Captain Swan story slight universe alterations. Picks up at season 2’s "The Doctor” where Emma already knows Hook from their past, but he has “no bloody clue” whom she is.  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12079881/1/Remember-When

Across Time And Space by Annaelle - Seventeen year old Emma Swan unwittingly and accidentally falls through a mysterious portal that lands her in the middle of the ocean, only to be saved by a young, dashing lieutenant, and to be brought aboard the Jewel of The Realm. Will she be able to find her home? And if she does… Will she still want to go? Lieutenant Duckling/Captain Swan. AU. Canon elements. - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9864377/1/Across-Time-And-Space

Until The Fog Lifts by ArtjuiceRP - Cursed!Killian AU: Emma Swan has more than enough to deal with. For one, her son believes the entire town of Storybrooke is cursed. She definitely doesn’t have time for the mysterious pawnbroker, Killian Jones, even if Henry insists that he’s the prince she’s meant to be with.  http://archiveofourown.org/works/3448121/chapters/7561955


Canon Universe (At One Point or Another) 

Unbreakable by xHookedonKillianx - What if Hook was able to go with Emma and Henry when they left to escape Pan’s curse? With no memory of each other or Storybrooke, Emma and Killian meet in New York as complete strangers, both with broken pasts, and both with clean slates for their future. 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6818248/chapters/15563941

Smooth Sailing (With A Chance Of Definite Passion) by sandra70 - picks up right at the end of season 3… and tries to answer the question “Where is the relationship going?” (without obstacles like Elsa and Marian; but others might appear) The rating has officially changed to an “M” now… https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10640638/1/Smooth-Sailing-With-A-Chance-Of-Definite-Passion

Chinese Food and A Movie by Ltb16 - In an interview after S3, Adam said something about Hook and Emma getting Chinese and watching a movie and this was born.  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10347266/1/Chinese-Food-and-a-Movie 

Everyday I Write The Book by msgenevieve447 - "I’m in the book now.“ To say that a lot has happened tonight is something of an understatement, but Emma is determined to make it all fit together on the same page. (Post-322.) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10385057/1/Every-Day-I-Write-The-Book 

Separate Lives by lenfaz - Set after 3x20 "Kansas”. After saving the town one more time, Emma decided to return to New York, leaving her past behind. Three years later, she realizes that might be not have been the best decision. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11010202/1/Separate-Lives

Shifted - Part 7, Chapter 7

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…


Part 7 - The Visitor

Lallybroch, Autumn 1762

Jamie jerked awake in the half-light of dawn, blinking harshly to shake off the dream.

He couldn’t remember the details – only that he was standing at Craig Na Dun, holding Claire’s knit shawl. Claire herself was nowhere to be found, but he didn’t need to be told that she’d gone away. Gone back, through the stones – and the bairns gone with her, leaving him behind. Leaving him alone.

Within the circle of his arm, Claire stirred. He stilled, not wanting to wake her. Not wanting her to know the foolishness of the dream. No matter how many times she told him – no matter how many times she showed him – the fact remained that his biggest fear was losing her. Living a life without her – without half of his heart. It would kill him.

He knew she had had those dreams, too – especially right after Brianna was born. But the years had passed – and her comfort in this time had grown – and it had been a long time since she’d woken from one of those dreams.

Jamie inhaled the messy curls at the crown of Claire’s head. They were one flesh, after all. They had the same joys, hopes, fears. No wonder that they would share the same dreams – or nightmares.

No point in getting back to sleep now. Claire would be worried – preoccupied – as soon as she woke up. It pained him to see that – to see her forced to think, again, about a life she’d chosen to leave behind such a long time ago. Deep down, she still felt twinges of guilt about it – especially leaving Frank. Jamie didn’t begrudge her those feelings. But yesterday had brought everything back to the surface. And proven that, even two decades later, some matters and issues still needed to be resolved.

It was his duty as Claire’s husband, then, to take her mind off of the situation. Give her something to smile about, even briefly. Ground her to the here and now – not the past, not the future.

Jamie smiled and gently withdrew his arm from underneath Claire’s side. He balanced on his hands over her, edging down her supine body and drawing back the blanket as he went. His breath quickened against her navel as he set to kissing her awake.

 —–

William Fraser was an early riser. Unlike his sister, who would sleep all day if it were possible, William never saw the value of lying abed when there were always so many things to do. So many things to learn, to think about.

Such as Mr. Wakefield, the dinner guest. He clearly knew Mama – but from where? And from when? William knew that she’d been in this time for nearly twenty years, and the stranger couldn’t be much older than Young Jamie. So just how did Mama know him?

He tossed and turned under his blankets, careful not to wake the two cousins with whom he shared the bed. Young Ian, beside him, slept like a rock. But Michael, on Ian’s other side, was always the more sensitive sleeper. Many mornings he had given William a difficult time for waking him so early.

William sighed. Da, then – he always rose early. He would know more about Mr. Wakefield. He would know what to do. Quietly he turned back the quilts, tugged his drooping stockings up above his ankles, and padded down the hall to his parents’ bedroom.

 —–

Claire gasped, digging her fingers into the hair at the base of Jamie’s neck, pressing him closer against her. Tilting her hips, she dug her heels into the mattress.

So good. So close –

Suddenly she felt a rush of cool air as Jamie lifted his head from between her thighs. His eyes, blazing, met hers. He spoke – Claire furrowed her brow in a desperate attempt to focus. She opened her mouth, but her lips were parched – she could not speak.

“ –only be one of the bairns, Sassenach. Shall I get the door?”

Panting, Claire weakly pushed Jamie’s head back down. His eyes smiled and he returned to his work.

Had it ever been this good between them? She was so close –

Suddenly her back arched – and she felt another rush of cool air as Jamie raised himself up over her. He kissed her, swallowing her scream and smiling against her lips as he felt her shudder and go absolutely boneless.

Her mind flailed about until it reconnected with her body. She opened her eyes to meet Jamie’s smile. He kissed the end of her nose.

“It must be William – Brianna would have stopped knocking after the first go-round.” He kissed her chin. “Are ye back then, Sassenach?”

Claire swallowed, throat thick. “Good morning to you too,” she croaked.

He grinned widely. “Oh, good.” He rose and pulled the sheet up to her shoulders. “And just think – ye still have the whole rest of the day.”

“Jamie – ” she rasped, watching her husband cross the room, naked. “What if it’s not – ”

Jamie turned the lock and cracked the door open. “What is it, William?”

“I need to talk to ye, Da.” Her son’s voice was muffled by the door – but even now, Claire could tell he was serious.

Jamie opened the door enough for William to slip through before re-bolting it. He rested a hand on his son’s shoulder, gently holding him in place.

“Now then. Tell me.”

William’s eyes darted to his mother – who was shrugging into a shift – and back to his naked father. Had he interrupted something? He knew what passed between husbands and wives in bed – Mama had made sure to tell him last year, and he knew his parents seemed to do that more often than most folk their age –

“Is Mama Mr. Wakefield’s mother?”

Jamie gaped. “What?

William gulped, pinned to the spot by his father’s piercing blue eyes. “He clearly comes from Mama’s time, and Mama said she kent him, and he said he was orphaned when he was a lad, which was when Mama came here.”

By now Claire had slipped out of bed to stand beside Jamie. William backed up a bit against the door and tore his eyes from Jamie’s to his mother’s. “Did he come to take ye back, Mama? Because I willna let him. Ye canna leave Da.”

Claire knelt and opened her arms. The lad fell into her shoulders and clutched her tight.

“No, I’m not his mother,” Claire said softly, gently stroking William’s hair. “I knew him when he was a little boy, but what he told you is true – his parents did die when he was small.”

Jamie knelt and wrapped two big arms around them both. “Is that what was worrying ye last night at supper, a bhailach? That yer Mam would leave us?”

William shuddered and nodded, still holding Claire in a death grip. “Young Jamie said that he was looking for you. Why else would he come than to take ye back?”

Claire pushed William’s face into her neck. “We don’t know why he’s here, love,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “But I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here with you, and Brianna, and your father.” Jamie gently – but firmly – squeezed his son and wife closer.

“But is he staying for good?”

Claire turned her face to meet Jamie’s gaze, raising one eyebrow in question. “We don’t know,” Jamie said quietly. “And dinna ask him. That’s for me and yer Mam to do, aye?”

William nodded. Claire felt his breathing steady, but he didn’t move – just wanting to be held.

After a few moments he raised his head to meet their eyes directly. “I think he likes Brianna,” he said quietly.

Jamie closed his eyes and sighed. “Did she tell ye that?”

His son shrugged. “No. But I could tell.”

“How could you tell?” Claire asked softly. The fingers of her left hand slid along Jamie’s back, tracing his scars with her thumb.

William pursed his lips, considering. “Because he was looking at her like how Da looks at you sometimes, Mama. Like he’s found the one thing in the world that makes him happy.”

Krasivaya-Chapter 2

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

You wait patiently at your favorite cafe for Bucky to show. It had become a tradition that every Sunday you and Bucky would meet for brunch and catch up on each others lives. Life could get hectic as an Avenger, often seeing you parted for weeks on end, so the ritual had been born out of necessity before becoming a simple pleasure. It was a bright spot in your week, a reason to get dolled up, and garnered you Bucky’s undivided attention for more than ten minutes at a time. Maybe it was kind of desperate, maybe it hurt as much as you loved it, but you wouldn’t trade that quiet time with Bucky for anything in the world. Especially now.

Bucky and Melissa had been growing ever closer over the last week. Bucky had been paying less attention to the other people in his life, and, after a stern talking to by Steve, you were roped into broaching the subject with the metal armed soldier. Steve figured coming from you, it would carry more weight, and wouldn’t end up with Bucky growing defensive, or giving you the gears about being jealous that he had a girl when Steve didn’t. You wanted to kill Cap for making you do this, but… his distance was beginning to hurt team dynamics, so you’d reluctantly agreed.

The only problem was he was late.

You had been sitting in the cafe for a good forty five minutes, and were starting to get sympathetic looks from the other patrons. Taking out your phone, you send a text to Bucky, inquiring about his whereabouts. Another ten minutes went by and still no answer was forthcoming. Fidgeting with the edge of your coffee cup, you debate whether or not to give this up as a bad idea and go home. Bucky obviously had better things to do.

You should have known, or at least asked him if you were still on for the date. Biting back the tears forming in your eyes, you flag down the waitress and ask for the bill. The pity written on her face has you feeling even worse. Throwing down some money, you hastily exit the cafe.

Ducking into an alley, you sink down onto the garbage strewn ground, finally letting the traitorous tears fall.

He’d stood you up. The realization is devastating, drawing up all the old hurts and fears you’ve struggled with since meeting one James Buchanan Barnes.

Anger replaces heartbreak. Tears dry up. The sharp sting of rejection fresh in your psyche. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken. It wasn’t his fault you were this… this lump of uselessness.

He was too good for you. Too pure. Too handsome. He belonged with someone like Melissa. It was time you accepted it.

Picking yourself off the floor, you reach inside your handbag, pull out a compact and try desperately to fix your face. You square your shoulders, and set out to make the long trek home, resolved to keep your distance from Sergeant Barnes.

The walk does you a little good, helping you put things in perspective. It clears the stuffiness of tears from your head at least. The bustle of the city moving around you, carrying on as if your world hadn’t just crashed to ashes at your feet, helps soothe some of your anxious soul. Life moved on, and so would you. Or, so you tried to convince yourself, but the lies you tell yourself are always the hardest to believe.

Exiting the elevator, you stride into the common room only to hear the giggling of Melissa and Bucky from the couch. He’s crouched above her, tickling her while she squeals in delight.

It makes you feel physically sick to watch them together. Lips curling in disgust, you stealthily try and make a hasty exit, but super soldier hearing foils your plan.

“Krasivaya? Where have you been?” Bucky pipes up from the couch, a wide smile plastered on his face as Melissa breathes heavily underneath him.

You stare at him for a full ten seconds before you realize he truly didn’t remember he was supposed to meet you. “I was at the Cafe,” you reply, voice as neutral as you can make it.

The smile slips off his face as realization dawns on him. He scrambles upright, leaping over the back of the couch, ignoring the indignant squeak coming from Melissa. “Shit, (Y/N)! I completely spaced!” Regret is written clearly on his face.

You shrug him off. “It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

He scoffs, “Of course it is! I bailed on ya!”

He reaches to grab your hand, a gesture done so often in the past it’s become second nature. You flinch away from him, taking a step back, you can’t handle having him touch you. The surprise in his face quickly morphs into one of hurt.

“Krasivaya..” he pleads.

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, willing the action to keep you together long enough to make a hasty exit to find Steve or Nat or maybe just fucking run as far away as you can from this shit storm.

Bucky takes a deep breath, putting that charming lopsided grin on his face. The one that he knows will get you to do anything. Two weeks ago it would have worked. “Why don’ we hang out a lil’ later? Mel has to go home soon anyway, so I’ll be all yours.”

Anger makes an unwelcome appearance again. Now that his precious Mel was leaving he wanted to spend time with you? Fuck no! Squaring your shoulders, you raise yourself to your full height, which wasn’t all that impressive if you were being honest.

You look him straight in the eye. “No thank you, Sergeant Barnes. I have a date with a super soldier that actually wants to spend time with me.”

He looks stunned for a minute before he replies with a, “Sergeant?” confusion etched in his face. “(Y/N), I don’t understand why you’re acting this way.”

A small, despairing laugh spills from your lips. “I’m not acting any way. I’ve just come to some hard realizations is all. Some painful truths.” Turning to go, you pause, hand resting on the doorframe. “You did stand me up, though. Left me for forty-five minutes to become that girl that everyone whispers and stares at, pitying because she was too stupid to realize the man she was waiting on wasn’t coming.”

The pain and self-loathing you’re fighting manifests in a wave of power that causes the lights to flicker. It sends Melissa scrambling into the corner of the couch, her fear evident. Pleasure in the reaction streaks through you followed swiftly by guilt.

Exhaling slowly, you crack a false smile. “But don’t worry about it, sarge. It’s forgiven. You and Mel have a nice evening.” With a nod, you stride down the hall, ignoring Bucky when he calls your name.

Stupid, stupid delusional girl. What did you think was going to happen? That he would just miraculously fall for you? You were kidding yourself. Willing yourself to believe that you were worthy of a man like James Barnes. It just made you hate yourself more.

Tags: Feedback is appreciated!

@erinvanlyssel @melconnor2007 @imgettingmarriedtobuckybarnes@marvelrevival @fangirlextraordinaire @buckysinthesinbin@buckyappreciationsociety @hopelessgarbage @kt-the-destroyer@marvelandwinchesters927 @rda1989 @mirachowder @heavenlyhavok @iamwarrenspeace @i-had-a-life-once @griseldaevn @hillrich@barneschesters-whore @redroomproperty @theassetseyeliner@megandrawsspace @alwayshave-faith @gingerbatchwife @curlyxtomato @tilltheendwilliwrite @xxqueenofisolationxx @kika-doll  @debzybrazy @feelmyroarrrr @mytrueself @sebstanwassup @marvel-fanfiction @bon-travail98 @thefridgeismybestie @drkwngdangl @gotham-s-lover @baileys-corner @annie-are-u-ok @hellstempermentalangel @starkxpotts @archer-whovian-violinist @tequilavet @magellan-88 @cami235 @infiniteshipper @complexsylvia89 @justreadingfics @mackerel917 @ladymelissastark @limpya @officialconsultingpsychologist @heytherepartner @teenwolfishvamp @megs4real @38leticia @ficmenow @bellaballanda

kemmlerthekitschmaster  asked:

Can you elaborate more on how the Alys-Sigorn wedding was awesome and its like a baby that conquered the world? I just really like Alys/Sigorn and want to hear more about it.

Whew, where to begin? The Alys-Sigorn wedding is IMO a strong candidate for “best scene in the series,” and it’s probably exhibit A in the case for ADWD as the best book in that series (give or take Dany X and the dragontaming). It’s the surest sign that GRRM still knows what he’s doing and that the sedimentary layers of story are producing more powerful moments as he goes. It’s such a narratively dense event with so many resonances that you could spend days teasing it apart. Here’s just a brief overview.  

At one level, the wedding symbolizes and enacts the alliance between the Stark North and the Free Folk, presided over by the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch (himself having been raised in Winterfell, but also having ridden with the wildlings). It’s very ceremonial and ritualistic, GRRM taking his time setting it up and lingering on every detail so you really get what a momentous deal this is: a powerful wildling leader and the daughter of a significant Northern house joining to forge something new. This carries such weight with us because we’ve been living with this bitter divide and the knowledge of how longstanding and entrenched it is for multiple books. Climbing this hill seemed nigh-impossible back in ASOS when Stannis proposed it; now, we see a real ray of hope. And of course, this dovetails so beautifully with what happens at chapter’s end: the horn blast announcing Tormund Giantsbane’s arrival to cement that pact. 

This sense of harmonic resolution wouldn’t mean much, though, if it didn’t also extend to the bride and groom specifically. Alys coming to Jon (specifically as Ned’s son) and securing his help against Cregan and Arnolf marks a symbolic reconciliation between Houses Stark and Karstark. Instead of the latter house as an enemy, as they’ve been since early in ASOS, we now see them as a complex family riven by internal conflict, and there’s a chance to set things right. It helps, of course, that Alys is immediately one of the most lovable characters in the story: “Let him be scared of me.” As for Sigorn, his father died at Castle Black thanks to Jon’s defenses, and earlier in ADWD, Sigorn himself opposed assimilation to the point of threatening Jon’s life. Here, however, he brings the Thenns into the larger realm and makes a very moving peace–and of course he, too, is written to encourage empathy in the wedding scene, coming off nervous, awkward, and ultimately good-hearted. 

But what really makes this scene shine, undergirding and emphasizing all of the above, is the imagery. It…glows. 

And Melisandre said, “Let them come forth, who would be joined.” The flames cast her shadow on the Wall behind her, and her ruby gleamed against the paleness of her throat.

Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“You’re not scared?”

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.”The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.

“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand.

The Magnar of Thenn stood waiting by the fire, clad as if for battle, in fur and leather and bronze scales, a bronze sword at his hip. His receding hair made him look older than his years, but as he turned to watch his bride approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were big as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess, or the woman that had put the fear in him Jon could not say. Alys was more right than she knew.

“Who brings this woman to be wed?” asked Melisandre.

“I do,” said Jon. “Now comes Alys of House Karstark, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and stepped back to join the others.

“Who comes forth to claim this woman?” asked Melisandre.

“Me.” Sigorn slapped his chest. “Magnar of Thenn.”

“Sigorn,” asked Melisandre, “will you share your fire with Alys, and warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?”

“I swear me.” The Magnar’s promise was a white cloud in the air. Snow dappled his shoulders. His ears were red. “By the red god’s flames, I warm her all her days.”

“Alys, do you swear to share your fire with Sigorn, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors?”

“Till his blood is boiling.” Her maiden’s cloak was the black wool of the Night’s Watch. The Karstark sunburst sewn on its back was made of the same white fur that lined it.

Melisandre’s eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. “Then come to me and be as one.” As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, licking at the snowflakes with hot orange tongues. Alys Karstark took her Magnar by the hand.

Side by side they leapt the ditch.

“Two went into the flames.” A gust of wind lifted the red woman’s scarlet skirts till she pressed them down again. “One emerges.” Her coppery hair danced about her head. “What fire joins, none may put asunder.”

This is hope rendered in radiant red and gold; this is what endgame looks like. We saw it, just a flash of it, as their leap (like Theon and Jeyne’s, several chapters later) reached its apex. This leap over the flames and everything that goes with it exists in defiance of the Long Night, in spite of the army of the dead. It’s a fire to circle around, a well from which to draw strength, and a foundation for what comes next. House Thenn’s sigil is appropriate; they represent the Dawn.

His Name [1]

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
Words: 5.5k
Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
→ Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me
Warnings: Topics of mental health, mentions of death and medical disorders. 
Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt.

Cr.

His eyes flash open.

“You need us.”
                      “Jungkook.”
    “We’re only trying to help you.”

He bolts straight up, only to fall off the mattress and onto the hard ground. The thin, cardinal curtains are closed, trickles of sunlight pouring in and painting the unfamiliar room in a hue of crimson. His head is pounding and his eyes are swollen; he doesn’t know where he is or who he is.

Keep reading

daisy fresh girl – jeongguk

Originally posted by eolljjung

part two, part three

word count: 1.85k 

genre: fluff (won’t stay fluff forever though)

librarian jungkook x reader 

jungkook seems to admire the frequent customer at the library, you. however, he’s too shy to admit it, so with a push from his brother taehyung, he musters up.

aye lmao i suck at intros my bad

Keep reading

Long Distance (Chapter Twelve)

Our boys meet up again! Please keep in mind, I have ZERO idea how robotics work so I was just writing things that sounded smart when they are in the lab lol
Also, I definitely have a favorite line in this chapter, curious to see if you guys figure out which one lol

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy :)
*********************

“Hey!” Tony jogged down the steps of the building when Steve and Bucky pulled up. “You guys made it!”

“Wouldn’t miss it, babe.” Bucky promised, and Tony came right to him, standing on his toes to lay a long kiss on Bucky’s lips.

“Heya Bucky bear.” He said low and teasingly and Bucky’s eyes lit.

“Oh yeah? Is that how we are playing?” He laughed and pushed Tony towards Steve. “Give the professor some sugar too.”

“Hey honey.” Steve kissed Tony gently. “Missed you.”

“I missed you guys, too.” Tony’s dark eyes were sparkling. “You’re staying two nights with me, right?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Mmmm.” Tony pulled Steve down for another kiss and then reached over for Bucky. “Two whole nights. I have fun things planned for–”

The shrill tone of Tony’s phone cut into their moment and Bucky cursed, startled.

“Sorry.” Tony groaned in frustration. “That’s Peppers ring tone, so I’ve got to–” he edged out of their embrace, smiling when Bucky reached for Steve, watching as they kissed for a long moment before just leaning against each other.

“Pep, what do you need?” He finally answered his phone.

“Tony. So sorry to interrupt your night with the guys, but you wanted to know when that contract came in.”

“No problem, go ahead and tell me about it.” Tony was only half listening, watching Steve and Bucky together, the way they smiled and traced each other’s faces, the way their bodies matched up perfectly, all big arms and broad chests and thick thighs and tall.

Tony had never felt this small in his life, outweighed by at least sixty pounds and four or five inches on each of them, but damn he loved it.

“Tony! Are you even paying attention? Honestly why did I call you, I know your brain shuts off the minute you get around those two.”

“Well if you knew that, then why did you call?” Tony snipped, but he apologized anyway. “Sorry, dear, but you’ve seen these two.”

“Yes, and I will admit to being just shy of outrageously jealous if you just spend half an hour tonight reviewing this contract and signing it. You can just e-sign and I can gather all the forms on this side and send it out before midnight.”

“I will absolutely do that.”

“Before you three do anything else.” Pepper demanded and Tony sighed loudly.

“Yes! Fine! I’ll read and sign the contract before my boyfriends and I engage in some hot, naked–”

“Bye Tony.” Pepper said quickly, but she sounded like she was laughing, so Tony grinned and hung up.

Keep reading

Convergence 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

A/N: Loki has made his return to earth. Secrets are revealed as Bucky finds out that you and Loki were…lovers. Thor’s love of all things beer is unsettling. Welcoming the Summer Solstice with the next chapter. Enjoy.


Five days later…

“Uh…something is happening.” Sam announces as he pushes open the balcony doors.

The group gathered outside each gazing up at the northern light that began to devour itself. The greenish light grumbles then explodes.

Loki descends with me asleep in his arms.

A roguish grin spreads across his lips as he observed the curious look of the group. “I think this is yours.” He states handing Steve his shield.

“Thank you.” Steve says.

“You’ve been gone a long time, brother.”

Loki shrugs. “Only a day and a half.”

“More like five.” Bucky scowls.

“Time works differently when you travel between realms.”

“I can take her from here.”  Bucky says taking a step forward. Loki doesn’t move. “Give me my woman.” He snapped.

Thor playing the peacemaker. “Loki. Hand her over.”

Bucky reaches his hands out and I held on to Loki leaning into his chest. “Lo, no, please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.” I whispered in a dream state, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

If smugness was a person it’s name would be Loki Laufeyson at this moment. “The lady has spoken. I will take her upstairs and see to it that she is settle in.”

“Over my dead body.” Bucky growled as his left arm readied itself.

Loki laughed to himself at the thought of stepping over Bucky’s dead and mangled body, but a promise is a promise he says to his inner self as he walked towards the house without a second glance.

“Buck. Calm down. She’s back and that’s all that matters.” Steve says as Bucky’s eyes darkened into slits, watching as Loki entered their house with his woman clinging to him. 


“Where are we?” I croaked.

“Back in your world.”

“Where’s Bucky?” I eyed him when he didn’t answer. “You didn’t…”

He laughs. “No. Unfortunately a promise is a promise, Darling.” He answers kissing my hand that I observed was in his.

I examined the familiarity of the room. “Why am I so tired?”

“Being pregnant and traveling through realms does have its side effects. You should feel better after a full day’s rest.”

I nodded. “Lo, tell me a fairytale.” I say. I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow that held Bucky’s scent.

He kisses my hand. “Darling, you’ve heard them all.” He says, but he gave in to my request…

“The year was 1601. Calliope lifted her head from the grass she was lying on and looked around at the cemetery; the cloudless onyx sky left an impression upon her like drifting in the open sea in the darkness…”

Bucky leaned against the wall eavesdropping on their conversation as the pieces began to fall into place. He listened to Loki’s story, observing through the ajar door how affectionate he was with her and a dark cloud of vexation clung to his chest because he realized that he was never this vulnerable with her. 


Bucky’s features collapsed as he dropped heavily into the chair opposite Sam and Steve.

“I do not envy you right now.” Sam observes. Bucky opens his eyes and gazes at him. Steve nudged him hard in the ribs. “What? I’m just saying.” He gestures with his fingers drawing a triangle. “Can you say love triangle.”

“Can you say stop talking?” Steve chides.

“They were lovers weren’t they?” Bucky asked Thor who emerges with two beers in hand and made no attempts to offer either to anyone.

“It’s not my story to tell.”

Annoyed Bucky asked. “What can you tell then?”

“That you need to speak with the one who is making your heart heavy.”

Bucky’s jaw tightens. “And how do I do that when your brother is just so…”

“You will figure it out, you humans eventually do.” Thor answers then takes a swig of his beer, a smiled spread broadly across his lips. “This has to be man’s greatest creation.”


Bucky enters the room to see Loki sitting in the chair across from his bed. They exchanged a look.

“I need to talk to her.” Bucky says.

“She’s sleeping.”

“I don’t care. Can you leave us in private.” Bucky says with finality as he sits on the edge of the bed untying his boots.

Loki glances backwards to see Bucky in the bed with her and his features became unreadable as he closed the door behind him.


The overpowering scent of his familiarity pried my eyes open. I don’t think I will ever get used to the shocking contrast of his dark hair and cerulean eyes. I reached out and touched his beard, then ran my fingers through his hair, then tugged on his moustache. He closed his eyes and I swear I could hear him purring like a cat.

I stilled.

He opens his eyes and reaches forward kissing my lips lightly. “Dollface, please forgive. I love you.” He says against my lips.

“I love you, too, but there are so many secrets between us.”

“I will tell you everything you need to know.”

My gaze left his eyes and went to his lips. “I have something to tell you.”

He lifts my chin as the tears slid down my cheek.


Tag list: @hollycornish @ipaintmelodies @captainxamerica @fandomsloveimagines @fanfiction-heysailor @greeneyedgirls4 @sexysamsungl  @gingerbatchwife @jeleners143 @lyshiia @cryogenik @gypsycat711-blog @steggy4ever @deepnachodelusion @kgbrenner @weenie-butt @wonderxland00 @sonjashuterbugjohnson @laurelkiernan @snuggleducky @bubbleboss15  @lamby531 @goldhat-coolcat @livegreater-loveharder @raindancer2004 @fanfiction-heysailor @fandomsloveimagines @samanthablack-73 @yessy2012 @4theluvofall @beefthief247 @thankyouforanonymity @all-around-geek @samantha24015 @p0wderedtoast @alek-glz 


*Permanent Tag List: @melconnor2007@iamwarrenspeace

*Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from the permanent tag list.

SHEITH FIC REC PT.2

Hey, so I’m back with more fics. Honestly I haven’t read that many fics lately, kinda distracted by trying to write my own, here’s to hoping it goes well, right? But the fandom deserves something nice in the light of all the troll fics that were posted. I was wondering if I should update my old rec list? Or should I combine this one and the other one into one massive list? What do you guys think? Anyway, same formula, titles are links and bolded, italics are my commentary. Happy reading!

Link to the last fic rec masterpost: http://lucifercaelestis.tumblr.com/post/157021445683/sheith-fic-rec

One-shots (Canon-verse)

orbit by Recluse (T) 21k

“Hey, nice to meet you. Keith, right? I’m Shiro.”

Shiro and Keith’s backstory fic, and wow, I was not expecting how it all happened. 11/10 would read again


grief by Recluse (T) 4.5k

There are five stages.

Obligatory Keith grieving over Shiro fic.


it’s not a star i see (it’s always you) by janie_tangerine (E) 18.5k

in which both Keith and Shiro are stuck with birthdays on dates they don’t like. Meeting each other makes it more than just a bit better.

Birthday fic that combines Keith’s backstory and major Keith feels with Shiro and god just read the fic please, it’s worth it.


Break Out by reinkist (E) 10.8k

An unexpected reaction to the alien plant life forces Keith and Shiro to have to reevaluate what their relationship is, and what it could be.

Sex pollen fic. Warning for dubious consent. Trope-y as it is, I like how it forces them to confront with certain things.


Falling Forward by flyingisland (T) 3.5k

Shiro is a romantic catastrophe, even with an excellent wingman like Pidge.

Pining Shiro is the best.


crash collide into space by ohmygodwhy (T) 2.6k

Shiro’s gone and all he has left of him are a shitty couch and a few pictures on his phone and dog tags that he’s afraid to touch because touching them feels like accepting the fact that Shiro will never touch them again. If he holds them for long enough any traces of Shiro’s touch will be wiped away and replaced, like they were never there to begin with, like Shiro was never there to begin with.

They deserve to be happy together goddamnit.

Keep reading

We’re Getting Married

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 7923

Author’s Note: So, I love wedding stuff and I planned one out for a Dylan fic and I basically wrote this in one day! Eh? Hopefully you guys will like it. It’s super cute and smutty! Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me. Pst, she’s amazing.

You can find all the wedding stuff here



12:00 a.m.

I sat at the island in Dylan’s apartment with a glass of water, looking at the engagement ring on my finger, a small smile on my lips. I still can’t believe he asked me to marry him. Dylan and I have been together for over six years and now we’re going to start the next chapter of our lives and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve been rummaging through many different wedding venues, trying to figure out where we want our wedding. Dyl said that it doesn’t matter where we have it, as long as I’m there along with our friends and family. I’ve always wanted to get married on the beach, because I absolutely love the ocean. I’ve found a couple of places on the beach that hold weddings and managed to pick one, after thinking it over for hours on end. We had decided for the wedding colors to be aqua and white.

I glanced back at my ring, thinking about that day again, never being able to forget it. It was the best day of my life and Dylan made it feel so romantic.

I walked into the apartment after I got done work, seeing Dylan sitting at the island, scrolling through his phone. I closed the door, grabbing his attention and he smiled, walking over to me, greeting me with a chaste kiss to the lips.

“Hey baby,” Dylan muttered against my lips, giving me a few more kisses before we head into the kitchen, sitting at the island. He takes my hand in his as I tell him about my day and how shitty it had been at work. He stood up, walking behind me as he pressed his thumbs into my shoulder, making me groan out in pleasure, feeling his lips against my bare shoulder. He’s literally the sweetest boyfriend I’ve ever had. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” He whispered into my ear and I lean my head back against his chest, looking up at him upside down.

“Oh really?” I asked, feeling a little excited as he nodded his head, placing a kiss to my forehead. I stand up, resting my hands against his chest as he wraps his arms around my waist. “Can I have a hint?” I questioned, biting my lip as he shook his head, chuckling.

“Nope, now go get ready,” He told me and I walked past him, his hand coming down on my ass playfully. I turned around, my lips parted as he has an adorable smirk on his lips.

“That’ll cost you, O’Brien.” I nibbled on my bottom lip, seeing him step closer to me. He wrapped his arm around my lower back, his large hand squeezing my ass cheek.

“You love it and you know it,” He whispered, growling slightly as my heartbeat picks up. He pulled me into a rough kiss, biting my bottom lip as I let out a moan, gripping his shirt in my hands. He pulled away and both of us were panting, getting a little hot as he leaned his forehead against mine. “We should really get going.” I nodded my head, my eyes closed as I try to calm my heartbeat.

I walked into the bedroom, looking through the closet for a cute but casual outfit, since Dylan’s wearing a flannel with a white t-shirt underneath it, paired with black jeans and his favorite adidas shoes. I pull out a sundress, the same sundress I wore on our first date and a large grin was on my lips. He always told me that he loved me in this dress.

I walked into the living room and Dylan glances up at me before looking back down at his phone, until his eyes moved back onto my figure. I stood there in a strapless sundress, the chest area being a beige color while the skirt is light blue and flowy. I had placed on my gladiator sandals and put on very light makeup.

“W-Wow. You look just as beautiful as you did on our first date. Maybe even more beautiful.” He smiled, walking over to me, his eyes roaming my body. I silently thanked him as I blushed, looking at the ground as his hand lightly intertwined our fingers. “Ready?” He asked and I nodded my head, smiling at him as we walked out of the apartment, hand in hand as we walked downtown, which was five minutes from where we live. We walked into our favorite restaurant, walking up to the host at the podium. “Take out for O’Brien?” The hostess nodded, going into the back as my eyebrows furrowed together, confused why he got take out. I was about to question him when she came back with the food, handing it to Dylan. He thanked her, taking my hand in his again before walking out, leading me towards the memorial park. I saw a picnic blanket placed on the ground, candles lit around it as my heart swells.

“Oh my god, Dylan. This is absolutely adorable. I love this.” I placed a kiss to his cheek as I sat on my knees. He sets some of the food on plates, handing me one of them as we ate in a comfortable silence, looking up at the stars every once in awhile. After we had finished eating, he pulled me off the ground, walking along the pathway that’s near a river, enjoying the sounds of the water. We stopped near the water, my arms wrapped around his waist as I rested my head against his shoulder, standing in silence.

“You know I love you, right?” Dylan asked and I looked up at him, nodding my head. He smiled at me, looking past me, his lips parting slightly. “Woah, look at that,” He said and I turned around, trying to find the thing he was looking at. I turned around, ready to ask him what he was looking at when I noticed that he was on one knee. I let out a soft gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. “Y/N, you’ve always meant so much to me and I honestly don’t know what I would do without you in my life. The more I got to know you throughout the years, I fell more in love with you, even when I thought that it wasn’t possible.” He paused, clearing his throat as I can see tears welling up, the same happening to me as I try to blink the blurriness away. “I was so happy when you agreed to go on our first date that I couldn’t contain my excitement, and that happens before every date we go on. I love you so, so much that I want to start the next chapter of our life together. So, would you do the honor and becoming my wife, Mrs. O’Brien?” He finished and a few tears slid down my cheeks, nodding my head repeatedly.

“Yes, Dylan. Of course,” I cried, laughing a bit as he stood up, sliding the beautiful engagement ring onto my ring finger before bringing me into a kiss. Both his hands rested on my face as he put all the passion into this one kiss. I pulled away, looking at the ring on my finger, a wide smile on my lips as I can feel Dylan’s eyes on me.

“I was really nervous to ask you,” He muttered and I looked up at him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Why? Baby, we’ve been together for six years. I’ve fallen in love with you so hard. But, I’m glad you didn’t chicken out because I’ve been thinking about you asking me for about a year.” I smiled at him and he pressed a small kiss to my lips.

“I love you.”

I smiled at the memory, getting little glimpses of it every time I look at the ring. A hand laid against my waist making me jump, turning around to see a very tired Dylan. He rubbed his eye, pressing a tired kiss to my head. “How long have you been up, baby?” He mumbled lowly.

“I couldn’t sleep. I get too excited thinking about the wedding, even though it’s months away.” I smiled, his head resting against my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist. He looked at the wedding dress catalogue that was placed in front of me, his lips pressed to my shoulder.

“You should try to get a little sleep. You do have a dress appointment tomorrow and our friends don’t need you being grumpy while trying to find a dress,” He chuckled and I closed the book, turning around, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You’re right.” I smiled and he wrapped one of his arms around my waist, the other placed behind my knees, picking me up bridal style as he walked us to our room, dropping me onto the bed before crawling on top of me. He trailed kisses from the top of my breast up towards my neck. I bite my lip, moving my head to the side, giving him more access as he bit and sucked on the skin under my earlobe. His lips moved up my jawline, pressing a few kisses to my lips.

“You know, if you’re not tired, I could help you get to sleep.” He smirked and I bit my lip, feeling my panties dripping with arousal. I nodded my head and he pressed his lips to mine again before he moved down my body, lying in between my legs. Dylan pressed his thumb against my clit, making my hips buck up, letting out a tiny moan as he looked up at me, continuing to draw figure eights through my panties. I leaned on my elbows, watching him as he pushed my panties to the side, dipping his head down before licking up my pussy, circling his tongue around my clit.

“O-Oh, Dylan,” I moaned out, leaning my head back as my eyes fluttered shut. He licked up my folds a few more times before diving in, poking his tongue through my folds, finding my entrance. His hands gripped my hips as I writhed underneath him, one hand roaming, gripping onto the comforter as my other hand grips onto his hair. His nose nudged my clit as his tongue explored and every once in awhile, he’ll trail back towards my clit, making shapes with his tongue. Moans escaped my lips as he bit down softly, my back arching and I swear at one point he had spelled out his name. Two of his fingers pressed against my entrance as his attention with his tongue stayed on my clit. He slipped his fingers in easily as my arousal has coated my walls and he began pumping his fingers in and out of me. I let out breathy moans as his fingertips brushed against my sweet spot, making me scream out. My walls clenched on his fingers as my orgasm was closing in. Dylan hummed against my clit, pumping his fingers faster as I moved my hips uncontrollably, thrusting my hips all around and he looked up at me, licking his lips.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.” He smirked, adding another finger before picking up the pace, his mouth landing on my clit once more as I screamed out, arching my back as both hands gripped the sheets. My toes curled as I began to cum all over his fingers, moaning loudly. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of me slowly, prolonging my orgasm. After my high had died down, I watched Dylan lick his fingers clean before crawling back up towards me, pressing his lips against mine, faintly tasting my juices on his lips. I was panting underneath him, becoming tired as he pressed a kiss to my cheek before sliding off of me, laying in the space next to me.

“You certainly know what you’re doing,” I mumbled, laying on my side, facing him. He chuckled, scooting closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist, grazing his fingers against my lower back. I nuzzled my head into his neck, closing my eyes as I rest my hands against his chest.

“I know you really well, baby girl. I know everything that gets you off. Now, get some rest, alright?” He whispered and I nodded my head, sleep overcoming as I barely heard Dylan. “I love you so much, Mrs. O’Brien.”

I woke up to the feeling of lips against my shoulder blade and I let out a groan, turning over. I’m almost asleep again when fingers brushed the hair out of my face, and I open my eyes slowly, squinting at the sunlight shining throughout the room. Dylan’s face comes into view, a grin on his lips as he’s fully dress, leaning onto the bed. “Hi, baby,” I mumbled and he smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Morning, baby girl. How’d you sleep?” He asked, tucking some hair behind my ear. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I looked towards the clock. 11:21 a.m.

“Like a baby. It seemed that your theory proved to work,” I giggled, running a hand through my hair as I get up, heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once I finished brushing my teeth, I walked back into the bedroom, finding Dylan sitting on the edge of the bed, talking to someone on the phone. I looked at him confused, wondering who it is and he had mouthed “wedding planner” to me. I nodded my head, smiling, excited to see what she’s got for us and I walked over to him, straddling his lap as he glances up me, his eyes widening.

“Ye-Yeah. Y/N’s going shopping for her dress today and she’ll be letting me know when’s she done if you want to meet up after.” He mentioned and I could hear her talking his ear off. I dipped my head into his neck, grazing my lips softly over the skin as his free hand squeezes my hip. He let out “mhm’s” every once in a while as I continued to nip at his skin, grinding my hips a bit to tease him. He’s been on the phone for about fifteen minutes as I watched him, giving him a small smile as I ran my fingers through his hair. When he finally gets off the phone, he kisses my lips, letting out a small moan as his hands roam my waist and hips. My phone rings and I pull away from him, pulling it off of the night stand, seeing Steff calling me.

“Hello?” I answered, Dylan’s lips moving to my neck as the roles had reversed.

“Hey, we’re leaving in about five minutes. We’ll be there in probably ten to fifteen minutes, alright?” She asked and I nodded my head, loving the feeling of his lips against my sweet spot, almost making my moan out. “Y/N?” She asks, making sure I was still there.

“Y-Yeah, I’m here. I mean, yeah, I’ll be ready.” I let out a breathy moan as he bites my skin.

“Alright,” She chuckles, knowing exactly what’s happening, “I’ll let you go be with your man now, but don’t forget, fifteen minutes.” I let out a “yeah” and she hung up. Dylan pulls the phone out of my hand, pressing his lips to mine once more as I ran my hands against his shoulder, trailing them into his hair. His hands move to my ass, squeezing lightly, moving my hips against his semi-hard on.

“F-Fuck, baby,” I muttered, my lips hovering over his as I can feel his breath hit my face. “I-I really need to get ready.” I whispered as he continued to grind against me, his breathing becoming heavier.

“God, I wish we had more time,” He groaned, letting me go and I press a loving kiss to his lips before I get off his lap. I pulled out a pair of leggings and one of his flannels, getting dressed quickly. As I passed him, I noticed he had adjusted himself, watching me.

“If I didn’t have to leave in five minutes,” I leaned in towards his ear, whispering, “I’d totally suck that wonderful cock of yours.” I heard him groan and I smile, kissing his cheek before going back into the bathroom to put some deodorant and perfume on. I quickly put some shoes on, hearing honking outside and I grab my purse off of my dresser, heading towards the door, Dylan trailing behind me. I opened the door, seeing the girls in the car, waving at me and I smile, turning towards Dylan, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. “Goodbye, baby. I’ll see you after the appointment, okay?” I asked and he nodded his head, kissing my lips again.

“Of course. I love you,” He whispered and I smiled, giving him one more kiss.

“I love you too, Dylan.” I give him a tight hug, hearing the girls wolf whistling from behind me and I roll my eyes, laughing. I waved him goodbye, getting into the backseat of Steff’s car, greeting my best friends. We drove to David’s Bridal, everyone clearly excited to find me the perfect dress for our wedding, getting overly excited myself.

After we parked the car, the six of us had walked into David’s Bridal, getting one of the consultant’s attention. She walked up to us, greeting us as I give her a small wave.

“Who’s the bride?” She asked and I raised my hand, smiling widely. She smiled as well, shaking my hand and introducing herself as Amber to us. “And who are these lovely ladies?” Amber asked and I looked back at them.

“We have the maid of honor, Lau and my bridesmaid’s, Steff, Malissa, Bekah, and Cait.” I smiled and she brought us to a couch that has a pedestal in front of it. We all sat down as my attention was brought to her.

“So, what kind of dress are you looking for?” She asked.

“I was thinking a ball gown with a sweetheart neckline, but I don’t want it really poofy or extravagant. Simple, but elegant is perfectly fine with me.” I smiled and she brought me along with her, leaving the girls to mingle to themselves.

After trying on about ten dresses, I finally found the one that I truly feel like a bride in. The bodice of the dress has a beautiful pattern with a long skirt that’s not too poofy. It’s absolutely beautiful. Dylan’s going to love this.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N,” Lau mentioned and all the girls hollered, agreeing with her as tears began to pool, looking at myself in the mirror. Amber had put a veil on me, and the tears slid down my cheeks as I let out a small sob, covering my mouth with my hand. All of them had gotten up, bringing me into a group hug as I chuckled. They had taken my measurements and told me that to come back in about a month. The wedding is in two months. It’s creeping around the corner and I can’t wait for the say I can become Mrs. O’Brien.

The girls dropped me off at the house, hollering a goodbye as Steff drove off. I turned around to walk into my apartment, seeing Dylan standing at the doorstep, keys in his hands. He smiled, stalking towards me, wrapping his arms around me, twirling us around. I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Did you seriously miss me already?” I asked as he put me down, mushing his soft lips against my cheek.

“I did.” He chuckled, placing his lips near my ear, “I seriously wish you would’ve had more time, I came so, so much earlier.” He smirked and I bit my lip, running my hand down his chest.

“You’re such a tease.” I looked up at him. He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine before intertwining our fingers, leading me to the car.

“Yeah, well you did the same thing to me earlier, so it’s payback.” He smiled and I shook my head, getting into the passenger seat, grabbing his hand. He drove towards the cafe that we’re meeting her, both of us singing together on the way. “Are you excited?” He asked and I looked over at him, smiling widely.

“Of course, baby. You should’ve seen me at the dress appointment. I cried, happy tears of course.” He glanced over at me, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

“You cried?” He repeated and I nodded my head. He bit his lip, a look of concentration on his face before glancing back at me. “D-Did you get a dress?” He questioned and I nodded my head again.

“I did. It’s absolutely beautiful, Dylan,” I told him as he parked the car on the street, both of us getting out of the car, heading into the building. Our wedding planner calls us over, sitting in the booth across from her as his arm is wrapped around my shoulder and I intertwined our fingers

“Hi guys!” She said, excitingly. “Did you find a dress, Y/N?” She asked and I nodded my head, taking out my phone, I pull up a picture, making sure Dylan didn’t see it as I gave her my phone. The smile on her face widened as she closed out of the app, handing it back to me. “It’s absolutely beautiful and it matches the beach perfectly.”

“Oh good.” I smiled, leaning against Dylan as she pulled out her ipad.

“So, I had a designer set up what you wanted for the wedding ceremony and I have a digital view of it if you want to see.” She mentioned, handing us the ipad and I looked at it, falling in love with how it looks. In the drawing there was a bamboo looking archway, aqua curtains tied to the side, leaving triangles of blue in each corner with star fish and sea shells hanging off of it, chairs covered in a white cover with a aqua ribbon on the back of them, a white fabric leading to the altar, rose petals placed along it with star fishes on each side of it, sitting on some seaweed. They also placed handmade palm trees that have star fishes on them throughout the space.

Dylan looked down at me as I kept staring at the venue in front of me, my heart swelling as I picture Dylan and I standing at the end, hand in hand. “I absolutely love it. I can totally see us standing at the end of this, can’t you?” I asked Dylan, looking up at him and he nods his head, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“Great! I’ll tell the designer that you want this. Next to discuss is the cake,” She mentioned and grabbed a picture out of the bag, showing it to us. “I told the bakery exactly what you wanted and they came up with this.” The picture showed a three tiered beige cake, patterns at the top of each tier. It’s covered in white and blue seashells, which goes with the theme of the wedding, a seahorse on the top tier, along with flowers and starfish decorated throughout the entire cake.

“It’s perfect,” Dylan mentions and I nod my head in agreement. She smiled widely, taking the picture from us, placing it back in her bag.

“You guys are probably the best couple I’ve planned a wedding for, because you guys know exactly what you want. I think this is all I’m needed for. I heard that your family is going to cook for the wedding?” I nodded my head, giving her a smile.

“Yeah, we’re not having a whole lot of people so my mom had volunteered, along with his mom.” She nodded her head, packing up her stuff.

“Well, that’s it for me. It was an absolute pleasure working with both of you. I wish you a happy marriage.” She smiled before heading out of the cafe.

“Soon to be Mrs. O’Brien,” Dylan muttered, kissing my lips softly.

The wedding was in less than twenty four hours and I haven’t seen Dylan since this morning, since it’s tradition for the bride and groom be away from each other the day and night before the wedding. I looked at our closet, seeing my wedding dress hanging up, a large grin on my lips, playing with the ring on my finger. A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts, looking towards it seeing the girls standing there. I smiled as the came in, sitting on the bed with me.

“So, how are you feeling? Nervous?” Mal asked me and I nodded my head, biting my lip as I play with my fingers.

“Yeah. I’m just hoping that he doesn’t get cold feet, ya know?” I questioned and they nodded their head.

“Absolutely,” Lau started, patting my hand. “I felt the exact same way when Posey and I were getting married, but you and Dyl are stupidly in love with each other. Everything’s going to be fine.” She smiled and I nodded my head, missing him dearly.

“So, you guys know what order you’re walking down the aisle right?” I asked and everyone nodded their head.

“Y/N, don’t worry about anything but yourself, okay?” Bekah asked and I nodded my head again, giving a small smile. “Good, now get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” The girls bid my goodnight, leaving the room, closing the door behind them and I got under the covers, looking at my phone screen, seeing a picture of Dyl and I from a couple years ago. I smiled at the picture of us standing on the beach, his lips pressed to my cheek as I looked like a chipmunk. I unlocked my phone, dialing Dylan’s number, needing to talk to him.

“Baby?” Dylan asked, worry laced in his voice and I smiled, great to hear his voice. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I-I just miss you,” I muttered, laying against my pillow as I close my eyes, picturing him here with me.

“I miss you too, baby. But, in less than twelve hours, I get to get married to my best friend and lover and I can’t wait,” He mentioned and I smiled widely, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I can’t wait either,” I muttered, my eyes drooping shut as tiredness has washed over me, falling asleep with Dylan still on the phone.

“Baby?” Dylan asked, receiving nothing on my end and he smiled, knowing that I must’ve fallen asleep. It’s something I did when he was away on filming. “I love you, so much. Never forget that.” He mumbled before hanging up the phone, falling asleep himself.

I woke up to the girls barging into my room, yelling and a few of them jumping on my bed, startling me. I placed a hand over my heart, letting out a breath as I chuckle. “You guys really know how to give someone a wake up call.”

“IT’S YOUR WEDDING DAY!” Mal yelled throughout the house, running into my room. “Y/N, you’re getting married today. Like, oh my god.” She gave me a hug and I return it, smiling widely.

“Alright, we’ve got about three hours until your wedding so we need to get started on your hair.” Cait mentioned and I got up, putting on a robe, sitting in the chair in front of the vanity. Lau left the room to go get ready, along with the other girls as Caitlin stayed behind to work on my hair. Music was blaring throughout the apartment, Cait curling my hair before putting it in a french braid. It had taken about an hour and a half to get my hair to cooperate and the girls helped Cait put the starfish and silver beads in my hair along with a white flower.

“We should just finish getting ready at the venue. There’s a room that I can use in case I almost ran out of time. We’ve got about an hour and a half left and I don’t want to be late,” I mentioned to the girls and they nodded their heads, going to get their stuff as I kept the robe on, zipping the bag of the dress up, carefully bringing it out to the car. All the girls were dressed in their light blue dresses, piling into the car as Mal drove us to the venue. When we arrived, we saw Tyler, Posey, Ryan, and Daniel walking towards the building as they noticed us. They walked over to us, Posey giving Lau a quick kiss to the lips as the others press kisses to their date’s cheeks, leaving Cait out of the loop. I linked our arms together, walking towards the building as my mom had carried my dress in. “Don’t worry Cait, you’ll find someone at the reception, I’m sure of it!” I smiled at her and she returned it.

I had just finished putting the dress on, fitting perfectly as my mom puts on the veil. I look at myself in the long mirror, tears pooling. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” I muttered, smiling widely as I wipe the tears from my eyes, being careful not to ruin my makeup.

Dylan had finished getting ready, placing the blue flower on his suit, checking himself out in the mirror as his best man and the groomsmen had came into the room. “How are the nerves, Dyl?” Daniel asked, shoving his hands in his pocket as Dylan rubs his hands together.

“It’s there, but a little died down.” He smiled, wondering what I had looked like. Posey patted him on the back, as they all had a bro hug. Dylan’s mom comes into the room, requesting Dylan’s assistance since the wedding was to start in five minutes. Dylan walked out onto the beach, standing on his side of the altar, his hands becoming sweaty slightly.

“Ready?” The minister asked and Dyl smiled, nodding his head.

Bekah had handed me my bouquet, which is absolutely beautiful. It had blue and white flowers throughout it with sea shells and beads. I grabbed it into my hand as a knock on the door ranged through the room. My dad walked in, giving me a small smile.

“Ready?” He asked and I nodded my head as the girls had gone with their dates, getting ready to walk down the aisle. Lau and Posey went first, Cait and Cody went second, Bekah and Daniel went third, then Mal and Ryan, and Steff and Tyler went last. I stood with my dad, our arms linked together as the wedding music had started, signaling us to start walking. We walked slowly down the aisle, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as my eyes stayed on Dylan. His eyes widened as he saw me walking down the aisle, a large grin on his lips as my dad had let go of my arm, letting me step up to where Dylan is, giving my bouquet to Lau.

“You may be seated.” The minister mentioned to our guests, before looking between Dylan and I. “We’re gathered here today to welcome these two into matrimony.” My eyes stayed on Dylan as I drank him in, thinking he looked absolutely handsome in his tuxedo.

“You look beautiful.” He mouthed to me and I blushed, biting my lip.

“Dylan, please repeat after me.” The minister started, before continuing. “I, Dylan, take you, Y/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” Dylan had repeated it, his eyes looking into mine the entire time as he held my hands in his. The minister turned to me. “Y/N, please repeat after me.” He repeated. “I, Y/N, take you, Dylan, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” I repeated his words, continuing to look into Dylan’s eyes, smiling widely.

“Do you, Dylan, take Y/N to be your wife?” The minister asked.

“I do.” My heart skipped a beat at his words.

“Do you, Y/N, take Dylan to be your husband?”

“I do.” I whispered, my heart pounding against my chest as we put our wedding rings onto each other’s ring fingers.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” He stepped away as Dylan pulled me in, pressing his lips to mine as if he hasn’t seen me in years. Everyone clapped and cheered as I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving my lips against his as his arms wrapped around my waist.

I grabbed my bouquet from Lau as Dylan and I walk down the aisle, everyone else behind me as we walk into the banquet hall for the reception. We had a big entrance as everyone clapped, welcoming the newlyweds and we sat down at the wedding table with the girls on one side and the guys on the other. Someone had clanked their glass and I saw my dad stand up, wanting to say something.

“I just want to say that Dylan, at first I was a little weary of you, but then I noticed how happy you made my daughter and since then, you’ve been like a second son to me and I’m glad to honor you into the family. Make sure you take care of her, alright.” We clapped as he sat back down, Dylan pressing his lips to the side of my head as Posey takes a turn.

“I’ve known Dylan since the first season of Teen Wolf and we are literally brothers from another mother.” I chuckled as he continued, “It was during the second season when he had brought Y/N on set for the first time, telling everyone that she was his girlfriend, and I couldn’t be any happier because I saw how happy she had made him. During the first half of the last season, he mentioned to me that he was going to ask her to marry him and I was shocked, honestly. But, overall, I couldn’t be happier for my brother to find the love of his life. Long live a happy marriage.” Everyone cheered and clapped as Posey sat down. Mal stood up from my group of friends, taking the microphone.

“We’ve known Y/N before she even had met Dylan and when she first mentioned him to us, she was so shy about it. She would blush a lot when she talked about him, about how sweet he was and how good of a kisser he is.” I blushed at the last part, feeling Dylan’s eyes on me and I looked up at him, seeing him smirk down at me. “We all knew that he was good for her, because he made her happier than any other guy she had been with. So, Dylan, you better make her happy or you’ll have five unhappy girls comin’ after your ass.” Mal gave him a stern looked and he looked a little scared before she smiled at him, lighting up the situation. Dylan chuckled, tightening his grip on me.

Everyone had just finished dinner and cake when the music came on, making everyone get out of their chairs, heading towards the dance floor. Dylan held out his hand towards me and I take it, intertwining our fingers as he led me to the dance floor.

“Now if we can join the bride and groom for their first dance,” The DJ mentioned and the song Make You Feel My Love by Adele began playing, Dylan wrapping his arms around my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck, leaning our foreheads together.

“I’m so glad I can finally call you Mrs. O’Brien,” Dylan mentioned and I smiled, loving the sound of it coming from his mouth as I looked up at him, pressing our lips together in a quick kiss. I rest my head on his chest, seeing everyone watch us dance in the middle of the room. When the song ended, we continued slow dancing as another slow song came on, watching everyone in the room dance with a significant other. I watched as my friends slow danced with their dates, seeing Caitlin near a corner of the room, talking to two guys, the three of them close together and I shook my head. I saw Lau kiss her husband, Posey, on the lips as they slow danced.

A few hours later of dancing, Dylan told me that we were leaving to go to our honeymoon tonight and I was super excited to see what he has planned. As I grabbed more cake, cause it’s absolutely delicious, I noticed Steff and Tyler sitting by themselves at a table, their lips locked together. I giggled, happy that all my friends are basically getting some. I already saw Mal and Ryan making out near the back door earlier, Daniel had made a move on Bekah when they were dancing, and Cait came to me, telling me she was leaving and I saw her walk out with two guys.

We made our way around, telling everyone goodbye as we were on a schedule. I gathered everyone together as I was going to throw the bouquet. I stood with my back facing the crowd, throwing the bouquet behind me, hearing a bunch of cheers as I turned around, seeing that Steff had caught it. I gave all my girlfriends a hug before giving my parents one. Dylan picked me up bridal style, carrying me out to the car that’s going to drive us to our destination.

The driver told us we were here after sitting in the car for a few hours and both of us got out, seeing a log cabin in front of us, noticing that we’re now in the middle of the woods. I look towards Dylan, seeing him smile at me as we head inside, noticing how gorgeous this log cabin is. I see a hot tub on the patio adjacent of the back door and I walk out of it, seeing the view we had. My lips parted in surprise, looking at the beautiful view of the lake in front of us.

“Dylan, baby, this is absolutely amazing and I want to get into this hot tub right away.” I smiled, as he just undressed outside, down to his boxers before getting in. I bit my lip, admiring his body as I held my finger up, walking inside, into the bedroom, finding silk robes on the bed and I got the dress off, taking off my bra and panties before placing the robe on my body, tieing it.

I walked back outside, Dylan resting his arms against the edge of the hot tub, looking me up and down. I slowly untied the robe, letting it fall off my shoulders, exposing my naked body. His eyes widened, swallowing visibly as I walked into the hot tub, sitting down across from him. I gave him a smirk as his hands disappeared under the water, shimmying as he threw his boxers out of the tub, giving me a wink.

I put my hair up into a bun, standing up before straddling his hips. “Well, Mr. O’Brien, what would you like to do?” I sultry whispered, running my hands up his chest, my lips brushing his as his hands rest against my ass.

“Well, Mrs. O’Brien, there might be one thing that’d be fun,” He muttered, pressing his lips to mine, running my fingers through his hair as I move my lips against his. I ground my hips on his, feeling his cock rub against my exposed pussy. I let out a breathy moan, Dylan spreading my ass as his lips move down my jawline, kissing the spot under my earlobe. He continued pressing his lips down my body, leaving wet kisses between my breasts before moving his mouth to one of my nipples.

“Oh, Dylan,” I moaned, his tongue connecting to my bud, making me shudder as he pulled on it with his teeth, toying with it. He moved to my other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as I continued to grind my hips, feeling him get harder beneath me. “I wanna suck your cock, baby.” I panted, moving off of him as he sat up on the edge of the hot tub and I got onto my knees in the spot he was sitting, stroking his length slowly. I looked up at him through my lashes before licking up the underside of his cock, trailing my tongue around his tip.

“Oh christ, princess,” He moaned, putting his hand on my bun, gripping it in his hand, watching me. I take him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down on him as his tip nearly hit the back of my throat. He groaned, tightening his grip on my hair as he thrust his hips up slightly. I hollowed my cheeks on his cock, taking him deeper into my mouth as I took his balls into my hand, massaging them softly. “God, I’ve always loved your pretty mouth on my cock,” He growled, beginning to move my head for me as I gag slightly, not slowing him down. I placed my hands on his thighs as he fucked my mouth, looking up at him, seeing his head leaned back, his mouth parted as small groans escaped his lips. I pulled him out of my mouth, spitting on his tip, stroking it in as I stood up, straddling his hips once again.

“I can’t wait anymore. I need you so badly,” I whimpered, stroking his length through my folds before sinking down on him. I let out a loud moan, Dylan’s cock filling me as his tip hits my cervix. “Jesus, you’ve always been so big,” I breathed out, Dylan’s hand coming down onto my ass, a slapping noise rang through the quiet outdoors.

“Ride my cock, baby,” Dylan moaned, bouncing my hips a little as I began to bounce on his length. I rested my hands on his shoulder as both of us let out little moans, beginning to pump him in and out of me faster, feeling him hit my sweet spot.

“Oh yes, Dylan,” I moaned, leaning my head back as he thrust his hips up as I bounced on him, his cock going deeper into me. His lips attach to my nipple as I tugged on his hair. He drove his hips harder into me, making me scream out as I leaned my head back, releasing my hair from my bun, running my fingers through it as his hands rested on my waist, bouncing me onto him. “I’m gonna cum soon,” I breathlessly moaned and his thrusts became faster and more powerful, one of his hands moving to my clit, intensifying the pleasure.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum all over my big cock,” He growled, increasing his pace as my hands gripped his hair, pressure starting to build in my lower abdomen, my toes curling as my legs begin to twitch, continuing to bounce on him. I arch my back as I hit my peak, cumming all over Dylan’s length, electricity sizzling through my veins and my legs spasm uncontrollably, letting out a scream. My fingers grip his hair tightly, resting my forehead against his shoulder as his deep thrusts become more erratic and faster in pace. I could feel his length swelling inside of me and his mouth attached to my nipple once more before he spilled his cum inside you. He bucked his hip, cumming deep inside me as my pussy milks his cock, riding out both of our highs. Both of us breath heavily as he kept his cock deep inside your pussy. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder as I continued panting. I slide off of him, sitting on his lap as I feel our cum drip from my folds.

“I love you too, Dylan.” I smiled, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, carrying me out of the hot tub and up to our room, laying me on the bed before heading back out to grab our stuff we left out there. I crawled underneath the covers, my eyes growing tired as I heard Dylan come back into the room, slipping under the covers next to me. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, falling asleep in his arms.

I moved my hips, feeling something nuzzling my clit, making me moan. My eyes flutter open, looking around the room, not seeing Dylan anywhere in sight, my eyebrows furrowing together. You felt a hot breath on your core, pulling the comforter up, seeing Dylan laying between my legs, and you twitched when his tongue made contact with your clit. I let out a moan, leaning on my elbows as I throw the blanket off.

“Morning, baby girl,” He muttered before dipping his head back into my folds, his tongue tracing my now wet entrance, my head falling back as he ruthlessly continued his licking. He licked up to your clit, biting down softly on it as I let out a loud moan, laying my back against the mattress, arching it as I reach for something to grab onto.

“O-Oh god. H-How long have you been down there?” I breathlessly asked, looking back down at him as he smirked, pulling his lips off of me.

“Maybe 20 minutes. I can feel you’re close to cumming, aren’t you?” He winked and I bit my lip, nodding my head shyly. His thumb rubbing against your clit as his tongue curled inside of me, making me scream out. It drove me crazy the way he moved and worked his tongue.

“Fuck, baby. I’m cumming!” I moaned loudly, bucking my hips up as he held them down, continuing his attack, his tongue sliding deeper into me before licking up my slit. He bit down gently on my clit as my juices rush out, making me squirt. I let out a gasp, never in my life had I done that and I look down at Dylan, seeing a smug look on his face.

“Well, that’s definitely a first, isn’t it?” He grinned, pressing his thumb to my clit, my hips bucking. He crawled up my body, greeting me with a kiss to the lips. “How’s that for a wake-up call?” He smiled, seeing my juices on his lips and I let out a breathy laugh.

“It was certainly unexpected, that’s for sure. I’ll definitely keep that in mind for a special occasion.” He raised an eyebrow, getting a little excited thinking I’d wake him up with a blow job. I bit my lip, getting out of my bed as I head towards the shower. “You comin’?” I smirked, winking as I walked in, Dylan following close behind, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Mrs. O’Brien, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The Starks (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader) Chapter 2

Relationships: Tony!Father x Reader!Adoptive daughter           

Peter Parker x Reader

Um I need to say that This story was planned last year so it won’t match with the plot of Spiderman Homecoming. Just a fanfic you know….

Let me know if you want to be tagged!

+) minor edits made because i got confused with when American high school’s over. (in Korea school’s over around 6 o’clock p.m.)

Chapter 1

-

[Name] picked up her bag and headed to the kitchen. It had been a crazy week. Going shopping with Pepper, getting to know other Avengers, learning rules of the Tower, things like that. She entered the kitchen and everyone were there, enjoying their breakfast.

“Good morning, [Name].” Vision was the one to greet her first. Everyone turned around to do the same. [Name] returned their greetings and sat down next to Natasha.

Keep reading

Long Distance (Chapter Two)

Welcome back!

Our boys are just flirty dummies! I love them!

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list, or taken off! Thanks lovelies! Also, apologies if anyone was tagged twice, I was just trying to make sure i got everyone who asked!

Check out the sexy selfie Steve sends Tony HERE.

MASTERLIST

**************

Tony’s phone buzzed and he opened the message without checking to see who it was from. Odds were it was from Steve, since they had texted almost every day for close to a month now, and Tony was already smiling, already anxious to read what his favorite blonde had sent.

From Steve–save me from staff meetings that go on for hours

To Steve– pay attention. They probably last for hours because people like you don’t listen and break the rules.

From Steve–I’m an artist, Tony, we don’t have rules
         –How you doing today? Still feeling okay? Things are alright?

To Steve– Things are fine, Steve. One bad day every once in awhile is not the end of the world.

From Steve– Tony last night you told me you seriously considered trying to parachute off your balcony. And you werent even having a bad day. If that’s you on a normal day, how destructive do you get on the bad ones??

To Steve– I was kind of joking about the parachute thing.

From Steve– Tony. You don’t joke about jumping off your balcony, parachute or not. That’s entirely reckless.

To Steve– sure thing, mother hen. I promise I’m fine. I’d be better if you’d send me a picture of those baby blues though. Keep my mind off of attempting parachuting from unsafe things.

From Steve– I don’t know Tony. I don’t want to have to listen to you complain that I got you kicked out of a meeting because of a picture.

To Steve– are your baby blues going to be that distracting

From Steve– oh did you just want a picture of my eyes? Then no that shouldn’t be distracting at all.

To Steve– wait! I can ask for more than just your eyes? Wait just a second!

From Steve– oooh too slow, Tony. I only had a thirty second break to send something shirtless. Window closed.

To Steve– killing me art professor. Leave your staff meeting and hide out in the bathroom and send me a naughty selfie. It will be like highschool all over again.

From Steve– oh? Your highschool art teachers sent you naughty selfies? Tony you should report that, I don’t think that’s appropriate.

Keep reading

Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 19

Alright! Thanks for sticking with me last week and having no Red Jamie chapter. I’ve got the next two after this started so hopefully I’ll be able to keep up for a little while. Thanks so much @diversemediums for being an amazing helper when I get stuck and for playing in this fun story with me. As always, I enjoy all of your comments and thoughts on this story, so feel free to drop by and let me know what you think! Unless you don’t like it. Then you can choose to not tell me. ;)

Catch up on chapter 18 HERE

Keep reading