there may be a part 2 after this one

MONROE TECHNIQUES FOR ASTRAL PROJECTION

One of the chief barriers people learning to project face is fear.  Many are afraid that they may die, or be harmed in some way as a result of their projection. Once you can counteract this fear you can begin trying to project.  


Step one:

Relax the body. According to Monroe, “the ability to relax is the first prerequisite, perhaps even the first step itself” to having an OBE. (out of body experience) This includes both physical and mental relaxation. Monroe does not suggest a method of attaining this relaxation, although Progressive Muscle relaxation, coupled with deep breathing exercises (inhale 1, exhale 2, inhale 3…. until 50 or 100) are known to work well.


Step two:

Enter the state bordering sleep.  This is known as the hypnagogic state. Once again, Monroe doesn’t recommend any method of doing this.  One way is to hold your forearm up, while keeping your upper arm on the bed, or ground. As you start to fall asleep, your arm will fall, and you will awaken again.  With practice, you can learn to control the Hypnagogic state without using your arm.  Another method is to concentrate on an object.  When other images start to enter your thoughts, you have entered the Hypnagogic state.  Passively watch these images.  This will also help you maintain this state of near-sleep. Monroe calls this Condition A.


Step three:

Deepen this state. Begin to clear your mind.  observe your field of vision through your closed eyes.  Do nothing more for a while. Simply look through your closed eyelids at the blackness in front of you.  After a while, you may notice light patterns.  These are simply neural discharges.  They have no specific effect.  Ignore them.  When they cease, one has entered what Monroe calls Condition B.  From here, one must enter an even deeper state of relaxation which Monroe calls Condition C– a state of such relaxation that you lose all awareness of the body and sensory stimulation.  You are almost in a void in which your only source of stimulation will be your own thoughts.  The ideal state for leaving your body is Condition D.  This is Condition C when it is voluntarily induced from a rested and refreshed condition and is not the effect of normal fatigue.  To achieve Condition D, Monroe suggests that you practice entering it in the morning or after a short nap.


Step Four:

Enter a state of Vibration. This is the most important part of the technique, and also the most vague.  Many projectors have noted these vibrations at the onset of projection.  They can be experienced as a mild tingling, or as is electricity is being shot through the body.  /their cause is a mystery.  It may be the astral body trying to leave the physical one.  For entering the vibrational state, he offers the following directions:

1. Remove all jewelry or other items that might be touching your skin.

2. Darken the room so that no light can be seen through your eyelids, but do not shut out all light.

3. Lie down with your body along a north-south axis, with your head pointed toward magnetic north.

4. Loosen all clothing, but keep covered so that you are slightly warmer than might normally be comfortable.

5. Be sure you are in a location where, and at a time when, there will be absolutely no noise to disturb you.

6. Enter a state of relaxation

7. Give yourself the mental suggestion that you will remember all that occurs during the upcoming session that will be beneficial to your well-being. Repeat this five times.

8. Proceed to breathe through your half-open mouth.

9. As you breath, concentrate on the void in front of you.

10. Select a point a foot away from your forehead, then change your point of mental reference to six feet.

11. Turn the point 90 degrees upward by drawing an imaginary line parallel to your body axis up and above your head.  Focus there and reach out for the vibrations at that point and bring them back into your body.

Even if you don’t know what these vibrations are, you will know when you have achieved contact with them.


Step five:

Learn to control the vibrational state.  Practice controlling them by mentally pushing them into your head, down to your toes, making them surge throughout your entire body, and producing vibrational waves from head to foot.  To produce this wave effect, concentrate of the vibrations and mentally push a wave out of your head and guide it down your body. Practice this until you can induce these waves on command.  Once you have control of the vibrational state, you are ready to leave the body.


Step six:

Begin with a partial separation.  The key here is thought control.  Keep your mind firmly focused on the idea of leaving the body. Do not let it wander. Stray thought might cause you to lose control of the state.

Now, having entered the vibrational state, begin exploring the OBE by releasing a hand or a foot of the “second body”.  Monroe suggests that you extend a limb until it comes in contact with a familiar object, such as a wall near your bed.  Then push it through the object. Return the limb by placing it back into coincidence with the physical one, decrease the vibrational rate, and then terminate the experiment.  Lie quietly until you have fully returned to normal. This exercise will prepare you for full separation.


Step seven:

Dissociate yourself from the body. Monroe suggests two methods for this.  One method is to lift out of the body.  To do this, think about getting lighter and lighter after entering this vibrational state.  Think about how nice it would be to float upward.  Keep this thought in mind at all costs and let no extraneous thoughts interrupt it. An OBE will occur naturally at this point.

Another method is the “Rotation method” or “roll-out” technique.  When you have achieved the vibrational state, try to roll over as if you were turning over in bed.  /do not attempt to roll over physically.  Try to twist your body from the top and virtually roll over into your second body right out of your physical self.  At this point, you will be out of the body but next to it.  Think of floating upward, and you should find yourself floating above the body.  Monroe suggests you begin with the lift-out method, but argues that both are equally efficacious.


Source: Scared text archive & (Taken from Leaving the Body: A Complete Guide to Astral

Projection, D. Scott Rogo, prentice Hall Press)


As Always

-Robin

Sirens Call

Summary: Being Lydia Martins cousin, but you are different from her you are something else entirely. Being Derek’s ex lover may get in the way of helping the pack.
Requested: Sort of.
Warnings: None.
A/N: So this might suck but I kind of liked the idea I hope you enjoy and feed back is welcomed. Part 2 upon request.


I sighed running my fingers through my hair as the other held the steering wheel in place, returning to Beacon Hills was not what I really wanted but my cousin Lydia needed my help. With me being a few years older than her I had left Beacon Hills right after I graduated, there are many reasons why I left one of them was all the supernatural chaos that was in town. The other being I didn’t know how to control what I was, with me not knowing how to control what was inside me led me to believe that I wasn’t any help being there, so I ran. I pulled into the driveway of the building I was about to meet everyone in, I recognized it as Derek’s loft, I had been there many times before I left. I turned off my car and sat there for a while biting my lip and trying to figure out what I would say to them after being gone for two years, though I knew what was going on with them considering Lydia always kept me up to date.  
I finally got the courage to get out of my car and walk into the loft, when I got up to Derek’s place I saw everyone standing around and chatting. There was some not so familiar faces which I figured were the new members of Scott’s pack, I walked in my fingers fiddling with each other. “Hey guys.” I said softly once I was in view of everyone. “Y/N!!” Lydia smiled running to me and giving me a hug. She then started to introduce me to the new faces of the pack, I smiled politely and looked around my heart felt like it stopped when I locked eyes with the person I left all two years ago. His greenish-blue eyes bore into me and made me shift slightly, the intensity almost made me pass out I could tell by the look on his face that he was both confused and slightly hurt at my return. I mouthed a soft hello which he then returned with a curt nod, I looked down my feet suddenly becoming interesting.  
“Okay Y/N, I know you are probably wondering why I asked you back but we need your help desperately. I heard from Lydia that you figured out what you are and how to work whatever it is that you have and maybe you could help us, you see there are these dread doctors we defeated them once before but somehow they came back.” Scott spoke, I looked at him chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know how much help I can be. I’m a Siren, Scott do you know what that means? My song leads people to their death, the only positive part of this is that I can see your past and your future but that’s it.” I said seriously. “If I hurt one of you I don’t know what I would do.” I continued shaking my head. “Let me get this straight you brought a succubus to Beacon Hills? Are you kidding?” I heard Peter say making me growl and turn to face him. “I’m not a succubus Peter they are different, and if I was one you would know it.” I glared at him and folded my arms across my chest. “Y/N but you can lure them here and helps us defeat them.” I heard Lydia say. I sighed in defeat and rolled my eyes. “Fine but after that I’m gone.” Just as I had I said this I locked eyes with Derek again making him scoff and shake his head. “Always running, things get to tough then you run. You haven’t changed a bit.” He spat making everyone’s eyes advert between the two of us. “We are going to leave you two alone. Y/N I have a room set up for you at my place when you are ready.” I heard Lydia speak as she ushered everyone out of Derek’s loft, and I watched as Malia grabbed Peter’s arm and pull him out of the loft as well.  
I finally looked back up at Derek after hearing the metal door shut, our eyes locked like we were talking only with our eyes. “Listen Derek. I’m sorry okay, what more do you want me to say? I left yes but I needed to figure out who or what I was.” I said softly biting my lip. “You left me when I needed you, you were my anchor Y/N and when you left every part of me did as well.” He said closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, this action made me scuff. “You are not one to be sentimental what is making this any different Der, you never once showed me that I was your anchor.” I growled walking towards him with my finger pointed out. “I loved you and you know that, I left because of what was going on. You shut me out when things started to get worse with all of the supernatural shit an-.” I was  cut off mid-sentence by the warm pair of lips I have craved since I left, it didn’t take me long to melt into the kiss my hands gripping his shirt. When his hands found my hips is when I snapped out of it and pushed him way, it took all I had not to push him against the wall and kiss him again. But I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t let myself be pulled back in again. “I know what you are doing Derek, it’s not happening screw you. You can’t change my mind.” I said starting to walk away. “I will find a way even if it kills me.” I heard him whisper as I walked out of his loft and into my car.

Space Between Us | JAEHYUN

summary: being just classmates is not enough for him, but you only get to understand that after his lips had reached yours. 

Genre: frat boy!au | smut  | a wave of fluffiness at the end

⨯ Pairing: Jaehyun / Reader

Word count: 9 575

a/n: lowkey inspired—and enlightened—by study sessions from @honeytaeyong though mine is not as good as hers (god bless you and your writing). Special thanks to my pumpkin @suhsexual for  endure endless requests for help. There may be some grammatical mistakes left so I apologise in advance. Oh, yes, there may be a part 2 ;)

warnings: mature content, language (not actually dirty talking)


You’d been first, it was a relief. The number one exposed in that piece of sheet made your heart flutter little by little, and then you smiled. How sincere and truthful was it, the small grin drawn on your face, transforming your previous anxious expression in something completely lighted and amused. After broken hearts and desperate tears, being ranked as first place was one of the few things that could possibly turn out to be great in your eyes. You blinked. It was there, the one.

The elder woman in front of you—an old professor in the university; someone with an enviable knowledge—rested her hand on your shoulder. She had an odd aura around her; something completely comforting, which was not expectable from someone extremely rigorous. The professor took a deep breath and twinkled.

“You did great, again.” She said. Her voice tone was apathetic, but she managed to show some kind of happiness after a smirk. “If you keep doing like this, you may get in the rank of all courses.” Then she clapped her hands. “It’s something to think about.” And touched her own head with an index finger.

That hadn’t been your main focus, however. The ranks were just something to fulfil the emptiness you felt inside your being, as something really important was missing. At first you concluded it could be all about the end of you three-year relationship; you really had loved him, and that was something you didn’t doubt about. It was crystal clear you’d felt the most intense of all feelings, because you’d wished him well, you’d wished him to be close to you, and you’d wished—and deeply wished—for him to like you back in the same level. Although in the end of all, he didn’t. And that’s when you’d felt on the surface of a limitless ocean, slowly drifting away from the only land that held you—and your emotions—still. He had left you in the farthest blind spot possible, without a plausible reason. Were you supposed to be fine? In the very beginning you had even thought it could work out: you could deal with the situation. Oh, but you had been wrong.

And then you had cried for hours. An intense pain burning inside you for days—afterward days became weeks, and weeks became months. In the end of the third month, after the breakup, you’d realised he wasn’t what filled your soul. The guy whom you dated, and eventually developed feelings for, was just a part of a puzzle you hadn’t had the chance to complete yet. Something bigger was missing; finally you’d gotten to the point when your vision had become clear again and the monochromatic colours of life had turned out to be, actually, the colours of the rainbow. You were free of angst. You were mature enough to understand that the only person you needed was you—but you also knew that it did not mean you forgot your past experiences, it meant you could love yourself entirely. From that moment, what could possibly make you feel satisfied was your own success, so you’d looked for it. And you’d achieved your goals.

You looked down to the paper again. The #1 on the top made you feel ease. You folded the note and gathered the rest of your things, packed them up inside you backpack and calmly walked out of the enormous auditorium. The semester ended in the best way possible, and you were happy with what you obtained. The professor politely asked you to close the door behind you, but before you could do so, someone held it. The blond haired boy gave you a small smile and waited for you to exit the ambient so he could shut the entryway. You nodded, as an acknowledgement, and turned on your heels so you could finally go home, yet a hand touched your free shoulder obligating you to shift back and face the person.

“Congratulations.” The boy said. “You got first place again.”

“Thank you,” you’d begun, searching in your memory for the name of the guy in front of you. The information you had was his physical appearance and his voice, which didn’t sound so familiar. So it took you more effort, causing you to look deep inside his eyes and drive you gaze to his smile. You suddenly knew who he was and the sort of fame he had. You smirked at the thought that he was talking to you. “Hum, Jaehyun.”

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NeganTrash Fic Masterlist

All of Me - (Fluff) - Jen struggles with her self image, and Negan shows her how delicious she is.

Aphrodisiac [ Part 1 ] + [ Part 2 ] (Smut) - Negan wants to make her his next wife. She’s always turned him down, but now it’s Valentine’s Day and that man can be persistent. 

Artwork - (Smut) - Negan gives her a gift for her birthday.

Bittersweet and Strange [ Part 1 ] + [ Part 2 ] + [ Part 3 ] (Eventual Smut + Fluff) - When her father doesn’t come back from his scavenging run, she goes looking for him and meets a horrible beast: Negan. This fic mirrors the movie Beauty and the Beast.

The Carnival - (Smut) - The Saviors find a fairgrounds fully intact and Negan asks her to be his date.

Chain Link - (Smut) - Negan catches his new wife climbing his fence.

Devoted [ Part 1 ] + [ Part 2 ] (Smut + Fluff) - Nina gets shot during the fight in Alexandria.

Dirty Talk - (Smut) - Negan’s lieutenant won’t punish the community she’s been put in charge of, so Negan punishes her instead.

Frail Love - (Smut + Fluff + Angst) - Her ex boyfriend was abusive and she’s never told Negan.

Fruit of the Dead - (Fluff + Light Smut) - She lives in a community called Terra and grows food with her mother. When Negan sees her playing in the woods, he knows he has to have her. This fic is written to mirror the myth of Hades and Persephone.

K is for Kneel - (Smut) - Simon catches you playing dress up.

Loyalty [ Part 1 ] + [ Part 2 ] + [ Part 3 ] (M/M Smut) - Rick’s younger brother meets Negan. He’s trying to be strong, but finds himself having a moment of weakness.

Mockery - (Smut + Fluff) - Lana is the queen of sass. Negan may have just met his match.

The Monster - (Fluff / Storycube Challenge) - They find Negan where they least expect him.

Mouse - (Fluff) - Mouse suffers from anxiety and Negan tries to help her cope.

No Good [ Part 1 ] + [ Part 2 ] + [ Part 3 ] (Smut + Angst) - She is Negan’s former wife, and regrets leaving him. After turning to alcohol and Simon for comfort, she decides to visit Negan late one night.

Nymph - (Fluff + Angst) - Negan finds a child in the woods and brings her back to the Sanctuary.

Pet - (Smut) - Negan “pets” his favorite kitten.

Pins and Needles - (Smut + Fluff) - She’s always been invisible to Negan, but when she agrees to become his wife to get medication to control her pain, she sets out to make him finally see her.

Raise Hell - (Multi Chapter + Slow Burn) - Doveport is a little community just trying to survive in the apocalypse. Elle finally feels like she’s found a home…and then she meets Negan.

Red | Redder | Reddest (Smut) - Her boyfriend hates when she wears lipstick, but Negan doesn’t mind a little red. (3 Part Series)

Road Trip - (Smut) - Negan’s wife feels cooped up inside the Sanctuary’s walls, so he takes her on a little trip.

Sugar and Spice - (Fluff + Slight Angst) - She has a huge crush on Negan and would do anything to make him happy. He misses the taste of real pumpkin pie, so she sets out to make it for him.

Thirsty - (Angst + Violence) - Negan doesn’t do anything randomly. He lets his lady pick his victims.

Tools of Survival - (Smut + Fluff + Angst) - She has been feeling really insecure about herself, and wishes she could see the upper floors of the Sanctuary (OC is in a wheelchair).

Tyrant - (M/M Smut) - Rick has two options: he can die, or he can serve his king.

Where The Heart Is - (Smut + Fluff + Angst) - Negan’s wife has a work meeting and he spends Saturday with their daughter Emma. 

Wings - (Angst) - Angela is in the lineup with her friends and family when they meet Negan. 

A sacrifice had to be made.
They all knew it, the only way to close the worm hole was from the inside, but there was no way of knowing where or if they came out again. Shiro as the leader insisted he should be the one to go, while Allura argued it should be her only for Coran to say she was the only one who wasn’t needed to fight the Glara. Hunk and Pidge had also thrown their hat into the ring.
Everyone was talking over eachother. Everyone but Lance.
While others were arguing about who should go, Lance was already heading into the worm hole.
It wasn’t until the group looked around and noticed the lack of blue did someone say something.
“Where’s Lance?” Shiro asked over the coms.
“Someone had to do it. Let’s face it I’m the most replaceable.” Lance’s voice crackled the line filled with static. “Tell my mama I love her-”
The line went dead as the worm hole closed taking the blue paladin with it.
Of course they looked for him. But with a war still going on eventually Allura had to take over as the blue paladin.
As the years passed they started to believe that Lance had died the day in the worm hole and that they would never see him again.
Until the day after Pidge’s 35th birthday, when the sensors told them a worm hole had opened up nearby.
They had dropped everything to investigate not wanting another incident like they had twenty years ago.
Keith went ahead in red while the others followed in the Castle ship.
Keith had stopped suddenly jetting out of reds cockpit causing Shiro to yell “Keith what are you doing!”
However when they got close they found exactly why.

He was in the healing pod for almost a week, the worm hole had caused more damage then would of been expected. They didn’t leave the whole time he was in there.
He was so still. So painfully young looking that it really it them that he hadn’t aged.
When Lance finally came falling out of the pod and into the waiting arms of Hunk, he just looked around seeing his friends so different to how he knew them to be.
He looked at Allura wearing the blue paladin armour and couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.
He had been fine to die for his team. Why did he have to come back.
Hunk rubbed soothing circles on Lance’s back trying to comfort him in some way.
After a few minutes Lance looked up with only one question.
“Did you tell my mama?

——————————————-part 2: https://langsty-mc-langstface.tumblr.com/post/160386513440/twenty-years-missed
hurtful words (pt. 3)

summary; both Shawn and Y/N may still be fighting for each other, but it’s a matter of if time is working with or against them

p.s. shout out to the one and only @mendes2k17 for helping me develop the plot,, it actually helped me write a huge part of this bahaha

p.p.s. if you haven’t read part 1&2 to this series, now would be a good time to or else this will make almost no sense and of course, your heart won’t hurt as much if you haven’t read the other two parts before this bahaha

PART ONE || PART TWO ||  PART FOUR

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


four months after the breakup

Breakups. You’ve been through some before you and Shawn’s. Multiple in fact. So why does this particular heartbreak hurt as if it’s your first? Maybe it was because you guys were going so strong. Or maybe because he treated you so good that it just felt right to be in his arms. You could tell yourself that everyday, but deep down you knew it was because you were still in love with him. So deeply in love with him that these past four months and nine days have been misery. You’ve never spent such a long period of time in pure agony. 

They all asked what the worst part of your breakup was, and although you answered with ‘I miss Shawn,’ it was really that even with everything he put you through – the trauma, the pain, you’d still take him back. It hurt even more to know that he was probably over you, your thoughts confirmed by the last time you saw him at the club. You regretted even bringing up the break, but you regretted not doing anything to fix it even more.

Tonight was one of those nights where you wouldn’t leave your bed. After the first two months that you stayed with your parents, they eventually kicked you out claiming that you’d do nothing but party and sleep. They were right about you doing nothing with your life anymore, but it was hard to when you were in a constant cycle of drinking to forget the pain and sleeping to avoid the hangover and hurt as much as possible. Your friends did try to help you, but they eventually gave up soon after, too.

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Is It Over Between Us? (Peter Parker imagine)

Is It Over Between Us? (Part 1) (Peter Parker imagine) 

Request: Hellooo, I just went through your blog and loved it❤️ I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is recruited along with Peter for civil war

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader ft. Aunt May, Tony Stark, Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff

A/N: I tried to make this accurate but I haven’t seen Civil War in a while, so I literally had to look for a scene on YouTube

Also, part 2?

Permanent tag: @peteypxrker ; @the-lynnie-the-pooh 

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

After what happened in New York, Sokovia and Lagos, the entire world was going crazy. People were torn, trying to decide was to do with the superheroes that were involved in those events. Some wanted to control them, but others just wanted to let them be. The last straw was when someone bombed the conference in Vienna, where King T’Chaka was killed.  

But that didn’t concern you at all, since you were not a superhero. Sure, you were an expert in everything that meant martial arts but that wasn’t a super power. It’s not like you were bitten by some radioactive spider like Peter.

Holding hands, you walked from school to his apartment. As you turned in the corner, you saw a very expensive car parked outside the apartment complex.

‘’Woah, look at that car’’ you exclaimed. It was really unusual to see that in Queens, especially in this neighborhood. 

‘’It’s crazy’’ Peter was speechless. You giggled at his expression, and pulled him inside. Stepping into the elevator, which was empty, you pushed him against the wall.

 ‘’You haven’t kissed me all day’’ you pouted, making him chuckle. He leaned in and gave you quick pecks. ‘’No, I want real kisses.’’

 ‘’I’ll give you more when we get to my room, okay?’’ Peter winked at you, and walked out the elevator when the door opened. You followed, smiling at his neighbors in the hallway. ‘’Hey May’’ he greeted her, dropping his backpack near the door.

 ‘’Hey May’’ you greeted as well, taking off your jacket.

 ‘’Hey, how was school today?’’ she asked.

 ‘’It was okay. This crazy car parked outside…’’ Peter began telling her but then he stopped talking and walking. You turned to the living room, and there was a man there. Tony Stark. Peter looked very surprised.

‘’Oh, Mr. Parker’’ he called him.

‘’Um… what are you doing- Hey! Uh, I’m-I’m Peter’’ he stammered, it was obvious he’s nervous. You, on the other hand, didn’t say a word.

‘’Tony’’ he replied. ‘’You’ve been getting my emails, right?’’ he winked at him. It was a lie. 

‘’Y-yeah’’ Peter stammered again. 

‘’You didn’t even tell me about the grant’’ May protested a little. 

‘’Remember you applied?’’ Peter nodded, ‘’I approved, so now we’re in business’’ Tony said, making weird faces so Pete can lie too. 

You were annoyed, very annoyed actually. Trying to be nice, you turned to your boyfriend and smiled. ‘’I forgot I had to run some errands. I’ll talk to you later, okay?’’ you told him quickly, and walked fast towards the door, grabbing your jacket and leaving.

Almost twenty minutes later, you arrived at your house and noticed Peter was blowing up your phone. Calling you, facetiming you, texting you. Heck, he was even sending you dm’s on Twitter. Leaving your phone in the kitchen counter, you headed to your room and plopped down on your bed. 

And not even five minutes later, there was heavy knocking on your window. Turning your head, there was Peter. ‘’Go home, Pete’’ you told him, and he kept on knocking. Getting up, you unlocked the window and he jumped in.

‘’Why are you ignoring me?’’ He asked, clearly confused. You scoffed.

‘’What did he want?’’

‘’Mr. Stark? He recruited us. You and me!’’ He exclaimed.

‘’We? Excuse me?’’ you snapped at him, causing him to frown. 

‘’Y/N, please. This is really important-‘’

‘’No, that’s enough. You go, have fun, do whatever he wants you to do. I am not Stark material.’’ 

You looked at each other. Peter’s expression showed sadness, but yours showed anger. Kissing your forehead and left. 

Later that night, you heard knocking on the door but didn’t pay any attention to it. Until your mom called you. 

Walking towards the front door, you saw a man and a woman.

‘’Sweetie, Clint and Wanda came to see you’’ your mom clearly had no idea who they were, you were sure of that. ‘’Please come in. I’ll give you some privacy’’ she smiled and walked to her room. You sighed, your mother really didn’t care at all about some strangers coming inside the house.

Hearing her door close, you looked at them. ‘’What do you want?’’ 

‘’I assume you know who we are’’ Clint told you and you nodded. ‘’We’re here to talk to you about something extremely important.’’

‘’I really don’t want to be a part of your problems’’ you pointed out, and Wanda grabbed your hand. 

‘’Please, just listen to us. Let us explain. if at the end you don’t agree, we will leave’’ she practically begged. You looked at them, and against your better judgement, agreed to listen.

-

After a few hours of Wanda and Clint basically explaining everything to you, you agreed to join them.

And now you were in Berlin, Germany. At the airport.

Clint and Wanda started running, and you followed them. You were trailing being Captain America, Bucky, Falcon and Ant Man. A ray of yellow stopped you mid-way. Looking up, you saw Vision in the air. You made your way towards the front, and saw Stark with his group. And Peter. 

Does that mean it was over between you two?

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Part 2 ; Part 3 

JB Imagine - Leaked Nudes (Dating) - (Part 1)

A/N: Hey beauts ! I dearly apologise for being so inactive on Tumblr since I’m rather more on Wattpad (narryneon), but I felt really bad so here is one of my works. Their is definitely going to be a Part 2. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. Be sure to like and send me feedback. Much love .xx

Warning : Language

(PART 2)

Part 1

My reaction to this whole situation that I’m seeing before my eyes is un-fucking-believable. Justin has been travelling around for the past month promoting “What Do You Mean” along with performing. After promoting, he had the thought of going to Bora Bora for some time now for a small vacation. I for one thought it would be perfect if we went together, time for us to be with each other, cuddles at night and what did he have to say about that you may question ? No. I was taken back by his answer which seemed a bit suspicious to me. I mean which boyfriend wouldn’t want to take their girlfriend with over seas - well unless you actually love her.

Originally posted by playtiwe

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Ties - Archie Andrews Smut

REQUESTED: No, but I wanted to write this one because we all need more Archie in our lives.

WARNINGS: Fingering (just this part…I may do a pt 2 if it’s requested)

SUMMARY: Things get kind of heated between you and Archie after a classroom debate. Luckily, the boys’ locker room is free…

NOTES: A lot has happened, and I’ve been slightly frustrated, so we have this gem.

Based off the song “Ties” by Years & Years!

Originally posted by archic-andrews

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Our Kind Of Love *Complete*

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you.

Inspiration: This Post


Part 1 - Goofy smile
Part 2 - I love you before we say goodbye
Part 3 - Just checking in
Part 4 - a back rub after work
Part 5 - I saw you need this
Part 6 - A kiss before you leave
Part 7 - Did you eat today
Part 8 - Nonstop joke fest till you smile again
Part 9 - Hold me till my panic attack stops
Part 10 - wipe my tears away
Part 11 - a “not going to bed till we make up” 
Part 12 - your the first person I told 

Stutterin' Pete {Pt. 1} •Peter Parker x Reader•

After the events of Civil War…. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter returns from Germany late at night from the airport after the big fight in Civil War. You knew he was coming back from his “College Scouting Trip” so, you showed up at him and May’s apartment, Peter isn’t home yet so May says you can wait for him in his room. You’d fallen asleep by the time Peter gets home and notices you’ve fallen asleep in his bed. 

Part one…? Maybe more?

Second Part: Pt. 2 


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy


Peter never understood it. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Mr. Stark had never taken the time out to explain exactly why he was fighting Captain America. What could possibly tear the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, the team who had saved not only New York but the whole world not once but twice… He was getting off topic again…. But the question still remained, what could possibly tear them apart? 

He suspected it had something to do with the dude with the metal arm. Which was wicked… He had heard something Tony said to Cap… 

“You did that when you signed.” Cap had said. Signed what?

“You’re gunna turn Barnes over and you’re gunna come with us. Because it’s us.” 

The whole situation made Peter feel like he was behind a wall of foggy glass, able to see but not necessarily getting a clear view of the situation. That wasn’t Mr. Stark’s intentions in the first place. He didn’t recruit him so he could be a part of the debate, he recruited him so he could web up those who had sided with Cap and keep his distance. Still… he wanted to know things. 


Aunt May was asleep on the couch when Peter opened the door, he watched his movements carefully after seeing her sleeping figure, turning slowly to remove his keys and push the door shut, flicking the bolt across once more. David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream in his ears through his earbuds as he drifted over to the couch, turned off the tv and pulled a blanket over his beloved aunt’s small sleeping figure, glasses askew, he slipped them off her face and placed them on the table. 

“G’night, May.” He muttered tiredly as he turned heading down the hall towards his room. The briefcase containing his new suit and the backpack on his shoulders seemed to weigh five tons by the time he pushed the door open and dropped it all on the floor. Hoisting the Stark Tech briefcase onto his desk with a thud, he retrieved the key from his key ring and the case hissed releasing air. 

“Peter?” He nearly jumped out of his skin slamming his upper body down onto the briefcase sealing it once more. His neck hair standing on end from the delayed “Spidey sense”. The dim lamplight had betrayed him not allowing him to see your curled up figure on the lower bunk bed. 

“Jesus, Y/N!” He gasped yanking his earbuds out of his ears. 

“Sorry.” Your sleeping figure sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked up at him, his eyes riddled with shock, curiosity and what looked like panic. 

“Wh-What are y-you doing here?” He asked 

“I was waiting for you. I knew you were coming home tonight.” You said feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. “May let me in.” You felt the need to add stating that you were in fact invited in and hadn’t climbed in through his window. 

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THEORY TIME PART WHATEVER

(I HAVE SO MANY AT THIS POINT IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY)

I was thinking about this before part 3 came out today, and the new one just seems to reaffirm it so far.

I’ve said in the last one i did that it might be Jack and not Anti appearing in the glitches this time around, and he might be trying to actively communicate with us in whatever way he can.And the way I think he’s been doing so far is through WHEN EXACTLY he glitches in the videos.

Part 1 of detention: no actual glitches, except for the change of audio when Ray picks up the phone and “Jack” twitching his neck in the process. This occurs when he says “waiting.”

Part 2: There’s a glitch on “Uncomfortable” and his face pops up on “Afraid” and “Remember”.

Part 3: And now, with the newest ones, Jack pops on on “Inferno,” and “Weird and all over the place.”

So, what to make with all this you may ask?

Jack is almost definitely trapped in the glitched up place Anti was in before (or at the very least, definitely not with us rn). Jack wants us to remember that he was never saved after “SAY GOODBYE”. He’s been waiting MONTHS, tired afraid, confused and definitely uncomfortable in that inferno of a place.

He seems like he’s getting worn out and tired in the second pic. And as seen by the description, I think his spirit’s so broken rn, that the void’s starting to AFFECT HIM, MAKING HIM FEEL WEIRD AND POSSIBLY DETERIORATING THE OLD JACK TO A POINT WHERE HE’S ALMOST TOO FAR GONE TO SAVE?

SO, not only is Jack most likely trying to escape Anti, he’s also running out of time to do so before he becomes a broken shell of what he used to be. If we’re gonna save him, we have to figure something out as soon as possible.

before it’s too late…..

ok but let’s get serious for a moment here and acknowledge one of the best parts of the reboot pilot: Huey telling Webby “we’re just a normal, boring family.” because despite the fact that they’re

1. (presumably orphaned) triplets

2. being raised by an unemployed single “father” (their uncle) and

3. living on a frikin?? houseboat

they genuinely are a loving, well-adjusted, “normal, boring family,” and i think that’s such a great message to send to kids (or even adults!) who may be watching this show.

Fuck You Logan, Fuck You

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

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

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

tag list: @fandoms-writer @marvelismylife @nea90sweetie @mysaria @captainamericasbeautifulbutt @originalwinchestervamp @incoherentli @the-winter-sokovian @douchepoolonsie @hymnofthevalkyries @ladyjayelehnsherr @petlaufeyson @theoneandonlysaucymo


Originally posted by such-ass

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

Part 1 Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

*Logan’s POV*

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

*Normal POV*

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               “Daddy please.” Your voice was breathy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Our Kind of Love (Part 2/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!  

(PART 1)


an “I love you” before we say bye kind of love.

Charlie looked over his cards at Steve who was clearly lost in his own thoughts, nudging Sam he motioned to the super solider.  Sam just shook his head and nudged the metal armed super soldier to his right.  Bucky made to glare at Sam, but broke into a smile when he saw his best friend looking miles away.  

“Yoo hoo, Steve?  I thought I was the brain-washed one not you.  Pay attention.”  Bucky chuckled and the reddening cheeks of his best friend.

“Shut up I’m payin’ attention.”

“Leave the man alone boys, he’s clearly in love.  We should all be so lucky.  Speakin’ of, have you told her yet Cap?”  Charlie smiled at Steve, he was happy for him.  Moreso happy for you, but still happy for Steve as well.

“No. I don’t want to ruin anything by opening my big mouth.”  Bucky and Sam sat snickering to each other over Steve’s whining tone.

“Will you two shut up?! At least I have a girl.” Steve grumbled looking back down at his cards and taking his turn. Both men tried and failed to contain their laughter.  

This was the fifth week in a row Steve had admitted he loved you to someone, but had yet to express it to you.  Bucky, Charlie, and Sam found it hilarious that practically everyone knew he loved you except for you.   The head nurse knew, she recommended telling you in the gazebo on the hospital grounds.   The head chef offered to make him a cake with “I love you” on it to give to you.  Even the teenage candy striper who volunteered after school had told him, “Dude grow a pair and just tell her.”

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 ONE SHOTS/ DRABBLES

What You May Hear - A misunderstanding of Bucky’s feelings towards you leads you into a dangerous situation. (Angst)

Compensation and Consequences - A Game of thrones AU where you encounter King James and find yourself having a change of heart when you get to know him. (SMUT) 

Unexpected Arrival - Your first valentines day with T’Challa doesn’t go as planned but still leaves you satisfied and happy in the arms of your man. (Smut) 

Diamonds are Forever Part 1- You run into a confrontation with Natasha over your feelings for Bucky and drown your sorrows in alcohol, resulting in an unplanned confession (Angst) 

Diamonds are Forever Part 2 - You feel the consequences of your wild night as you wake up with a hangover, your bracelet missing, and an unexpected knock on your door (Fluff) 

The Bet - You and Bucky disagree about whether or not you love or hate each other, one of you is proven right. (Fluff)

Make Me - You catch Bucky in a compromising position and are a little less than helpful in getting your boyfriend out of his sticky situation (Fluff) 

Until I do - Bucky surprises you with something that reminded him of you, the gift comes with a few more questions than originally planned (Fluff)

Winter Song - Bucky takes you to see the Rockefeller Christmas tree and the two of you share a moment.  (Fluff)

Summertime - You are in over your head taking care of Clint’s baby, your friend Bucky comes to your rescue (Fluff)

The Voicemail - It’s been 3 years since you walked out on Bucky without a word, now you are back in his life and he is looking for answers (Angst) 

Just a Game - After an unfair interaction with Bucky he decides to navigate your anger by allowing you to take it out on him in the bedroom (Smut) 

First Spark - An Aftershocks Prequel - Your relationship with T’Challa hits a bump in the road when he realizes where you stand in the relationship (Smut, Angst)

SERIES 

Royal Flush: After much convincing you agree to attend your friend Tony’s party, only to be rendered speechless by a new guest, the Prince of Wakanda. 

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 

Divided: You have always been one of the best agents at the Avenger’s compound, now you come face to face with the Winter Soldier and find yourself drastically underprepared 

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Aftershocks: After being rescued by Bucky and Steve you become part of the Avengers team, slowly you and Bucky become close and your connection leads to more.

Part 1 

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 8b

Part 9

Part 10

Part 10b

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15 

Post Credit Scene 


Live Wire: An Aftershocks Sequel

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Originally posted by natpekis

Imagine Chris helping you take care of your little sister.

A/N: I know it’s been a while, I’ve been suffering from good old writer’s block. Anyway, here’s a piece. I think there may be a part 2 to this, but don’t quote me. We’ll see how the response for this one is. X

Your little sister, Olive, watched cartoons in your living room with your boyfriend, Chris, while you stood in your kitchen on the phone with your mom. The two of you were in the argument of your life thanks to the actions of the youngest member in your family. Your eight year old sister had managed to ditch school after her nanny dropped her off, and somehow found her way to your apartment which was two hours away. As upset as the two of you were at her, you couldn’t help but be amazed by her; she’d only ever been to your apartment with the company of another adult, how she remembered the directions and the address was beyond you.

“Do you think you can watch Olive for a few hours?” Your mom asked and you sighed. “I know you’ve got a big meeting later, but I’ve got a client coming in in about fifteen minutes and your dad’s still operating. I’d send Zoe, but she’s clearly fired after today.” You tried to get a word in but she interrupted, “it’s just a few hours, Y/N.”

“Mom, I can’t risk missing today’s meeting,” you argued. “It’s down to me and-”

“I know, sweetheart,” she said then sighed, “look. I promise I’ll be there before you have to go, I just have to take this client and I’ll cancel the rest of my day. Just give me a few hours,” she told you and you sighed again. “It’s too bad Chris is in Houston, otherwise he could help babysit Olive. He lives for that stuff,” she chuckled softly and you did the same; that was true, he loved her.

“Actually-” you began then winced when you remembered both of you had wanted to keep his return a secret. He had come back a week early to surprise you and he had told no one so he could spend the week with you with no interruptions, but desperate times. “Chris got back early to surprise me, his plane landed at like four in the morning.”

“Great, do you-”

“Mom,” you frowned, “did you not hear what I just said? His plane landed at like four in the morning, he’s exhausted and he needs some sleep. Just-” you ran a hand through your hair; your stress levels were starting to build up. “Finish-” Chris snatched your phone out of your hand before you could say anymore.

“Hi Mom,” Chris greeted your mom, smiling at you even though you were frowning at him. “Thank you, it’s really good to be home. Can’t say I miss your daughter’s angry face though,” he poked your side and your lips quirked slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to watch Olive. No, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to take a nap with me,” he joked then chuckled at something your mom said. “Sure, we’ll talk to you later.” With a smile, he hung up.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you told him as he put the phone down on the kitchen counter. “I know you’re exhausted.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “She’s not your responsibility, Chris. She’s my sister and-” He cut you off with a quick peck on your lips.

“She’s going to be my sister when I marry you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours; you smiled at the thought of him proposing after being together for four years. “Relax, okay? I know I said I was going to sleep while you were at your meeting, but I can sleep when I’m dead.” You chuckled at that. “C'mon,” he took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the living room. “She thinks you’re mad at her and I know you’re not, so go tell her that.”

Olive was still sitting on the couch with her eyes glue to the television, but you could tell from the guilty look on her face that she hadn’t been watching Tom&Jerry. You and Chris stood in the archway and watched her; you were yet to decide if you were upset with her. It didn’t take you long to decide because this was your baby sister, no matter what she did or said- there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t have a soft spot for her.

“Are you mad at me?” Olive sheepishly asked, looking over at you. You sighed with a small smile as you made your way over to her. “I’m really sorry, Sissy. I know you had a big meeting today, I just didn’t-” You knelt down in front of her as her pretty brown eyes welled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she started to cry.

“Don’t be, sweet pea.” You took her small hands in yours. “It’s only a meeting, okay?” You lied to her, “I can always reschedule.” You pulled one hand away and lifted her chin with your index finger. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s not important, it’s just a meeting. You’re okay,” you brushed her tears away with your hand.

“But Mom and Dad both said that it’s important,” she sniffled. “They said it’s about big movie deal and that if you miss it, you’re going to lose the job and get into big trouble with your agent. I knew that and I still came, I’m so sorry. I’m going to ruin your career,” she wept and your heart ached.

“She’s not going to miss her meeting, bug.” Chris walked over and sat down next to Olive, wrapping a comforting arm around her small frame. “Don’t worry, she’s going to go to her meeting and you’re going to hang out with me. It’s okay,” he gently rubbed her arm. “Hey,” he said and she looked up at him, sniffling. “Your sister’s career is not that easy to ruin, she’s dating a dumb dork and she’s still one of the highest ranking actresses in Hollywood.” He joked, drawing soft giggles from Olive, and a chuckle from you. “There’s that smile,” he poked her cheek and her giggles became louder.

“Why don’t you tell us why you ditched school?” You asked and saw her facials contorted with angst. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, Olive.” You told her when she looked hesitant to tell you and Chris; she glanced between the both of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“You’re friends with Captain America for a reason, bug.” Chris whispered in her ear and she managed a small smile. “Whatever it is, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect you. Just tell us what happened,” he gently urged.

Her head dropped and she whispered softly, “everybody thinks I’m weird.” She looked up and continued, “they all think it’s impossible that I’m your sister. Nobody believes me when I tell them, they say that we are nothing alike and that I’m lying when I say I know you and Chris. But I’m not lying, Sissy.” She lowered her gaze and mumbled to herself, “I’m not lying.”

“I know you’re not,” you chuckled softly, lifting her chin so you could meet her gaze. “How can it be a lie when we’re right in front of you?” She smiled when you booped her nose. “Baby, people are going to say what they’re going to say. You can’t stop that, but you can stop letting it affect you. It doesn’t matter what they think because you are my sister and you do know us.”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “You’re the one that gets to come to our premieres, you’re the one that gets to hang out on our sets, you’re the one I carry on my shoulders at football games and have tickle fights with.” He reminded her, playfully tickling her sides and making her laugh. “Not your school mates,” he told her, smiling. “So who cares what they think? They’re just jealous they don’t have the same opportunities you do. Just keep your head up, play it cool, and it’ll blow over soon.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “And if it doesn’t, I think Captain America and I can drop by and pick you up after school one day.” You suggested and she looked between the two of you with a wide grin. “Can’t we, Cap?” You winked at him and he winked back, nodding. “That’ll show them, won’t it?” You asked Olive and she nodded excitedly. “But you have to promise me something if you want that to happen.”

“Anything,” she nodded.

“Don’t ever do something like this again,” you told her with slightly narrowed eyes and she lowered her gaze sheepishly. “What if something happened to you on your way here, Olive? You’re eight years old, someone could’ve just grabbed you off the street.” You scolded. “This was a very stupid thing to do, you know that right?”

“I know, but-” she looked up, trying to argue but was cut off by your glare; Chris pressed his lips together, suppressing his smile because it seemed like that glare of yours worked on anyone. “I know,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze once more. “I won’t do it again, Sissy.”

“Good,” you softened your facials. “To be honest, I’m more impressed than upset. How on earth did you find your way here by yourself?” You asked as you rose to your feet; your eyes narrowed when you saw your boyfriend and your sister share a knowing smile. “Is that why your bagel run took so long, because you drove two hours to pick her up?”

“No, it took so long because the line was ridiculously long,” he stuck with his story and you shot him a weary look. “And I had to wait for Scott to drop her off,” he added then pressed his lips together. “What?” He chuckled when you scoffed. “She texted me and told me she didn’t want to go to school, I mean- have you ever seen me say no to you Y/L/N ladies? Scott was in that area so I asked if he could pick her up and drop her off.”

“How did you know Chris was coming back?” You asked Olive.

“Because he told me he was coming home early to surprise you,” she giggled. “He’s also-”

“Uh uh,” Chris cut her off, laughing, his hand over her mouth. “You’ve said too much already.”

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Chris smiled. “You should go get ready for your meeting, don’t you also have some emails and whatnots to attend to?” He quizzed and you nodded, narrowing your eyes at his odd behavior. “Go on,” he beckoned his head towards your home office. “We’ll be fine, we’re just going to watch some Tom&Jerry. Right, Olive?” He asked her and she nodded, noising agreement into his hand.

“Whatever,” you chuckled softly and made your way into the home office.

In the living room, Chris and Olive discussed out of your earshot. “She has no clue you’re going to propose, does she?” Olive asked her soon-to-be brother-in-law, giggling. “I am so excited!” She squealed, hopping off the couch. “When are you going to do it? Can I see the ring? Please, Chris? Can I see it?” She jumped up and down; Chris laughed and rose to his feet, picking her up with one arm and spinning her.

“How about you quiet down before you ruin the surprise?”


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Stone Cold | 2

Jin tries to bring you out of ‘the funk’

pairing: hoseok x reader (ft namjoon)
genre: angst, eventual fluff, possible smut
word count: 5.5K

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A/N: thank you so much for the response to the last chapter, I’m so happy it’s being well received!!! Also, thank you to @beth-is-trash for proof reading this again and again despite the fact we were on holiday!!! <3~~~


It had been exactly 1 month, 3 days and 8 hours since Hoseok walked out of your shared apartment. You had spent it doing nothing but laying in bed, eating, doing no work and thus eating through your savings and getting up occasionally to wander around your empty home.
Home. What a joke.
This place didn’t feel like home anymore. This time had made you realise that this was not your home. Hoseok was. And he was gone. Fallen out of love with you. Where did you go wrong? Prior to seeing him out with Jisoo the first time you had felt as if everything was normal, better than normal. Things were great.  Hoseok would come home with flowers or ice cream or a dvd you had been wanting to watch. You would be close, touching constantly. Hoseok would wake you up by pecking soft kisses all over your face and you would playfully toss a pillow at him, annoyed at being woken up. And now you wished for it.  You longed to wake up and find that this has all been a bad dream because there he was. In front of you. Poking your sides and making you squirm until you finally gave up on getting back to sleep. 



But Hoseok had told you he hadn’t been in love with you for a while. Was all of that closeness you had felt not all that long ago spurred on by his guilt of cheating?

Cheating. You swallowed a large lump that had been building up in your throat.  You couldn’t believe he had actually done it.
Thats not who he was. Or at least, not who you thought he was.

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Reason #5: Jonsa in the Trailer

Seeing another post, it struck me again how beautifully this is done and what it actually shows. Looking at the second trailer for Season 7 the connection between beginning and ending shots makes even more sense now after Ep. 2. 

Beginning with Sansa facing the viewer [then all the action and other characters in between] and ending with Jon, his back to the viewer, with Sansa’s voice over bringing it full circle back to the beginning. 

It almost suggests the distance between them, the parting, the fact that there are events and characters (!) that keep them (beginning and ending) apart. As much as we may hate it, but Jon and Sansa must fight their battles apart from each other (one in her mind, the other with his sword) so they can reunite in the end. 

And look at the way they both look absolutely despondent and forlorn in both shots. We don’t even get to see Jon’s face, but the way it is filmed, not to mention the haunting piano - it just feels incredibly sad and desperate.