and the next i fail completely

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: How dare you put me in the room type that I booked!

A guest who stays here semi regularly came to check in. We go through the process and I give him his keys, he then says, “This better not be a handicap room!” It is. When I tell him so he throws the keys back at me and demands a different room. We’re almost sold out and we’re completely sold out for the next few days so I don’t have a room to move him into. He proceeds to lecture me about how this is unacceptable and how dare we do this to him. I’m looking at the reservation it was booked online and it was booked as an accessible room. I tell him that he booked it that way but he says he absolutely did not. He did. He also proceeds to tell me that he has stayed at least 70 nights here (apparently 70 actually means 20) and that he’ll just stay somewhere else from here on out. Fine by me, sir.

tldr: Man books handicap room, gets mad when he is put in said room.

By: sizzlepie

27th of April || 11.40 am

Trying to study as hard and as efficient as I can! Not failing completely, but currently not feeling satisfied!
Next Wednesday 4h maths Abitur. Help!
My teachers told us to eat lots of chocolate if we feel like failing, in order to not put our mental health at risk! Currently sticking to healthy berries as study snack!

Goodnight Texts: ReggiexReader! Oneshot

Hey guys! I dunno, I had this idea but I’m not too happy with how I executed it in this oneshot. More oneshots will be coming soon so sorry if this is bad!

Summary: (Y/N) can’t sleep so decides to text her boyfriend Reggie. This slowly turns into a mini sexting session.

Warnings: NSFW, I guess? Allusions to smut. Cussing.

Originally posted by joeck

(gif not mineeeee)

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Did I ever tell y’all that I got bored one day and thought AU where Jack is a literal prince as a joke and then completely failed to let go of the concept

Turns out it’s not easy to invent a royal family. Of Canada. Living in Quebec. With the last name “Zimmermann”. I basically had to reinvent Canada’s entire history and constitution just for a stupid joke and now I’ve accidentally got this extremely detailed alternate universe with centuries of history and genealogies of old Canadian families, and absolutely nothing to do with it

Some features:

  • Jack is the last in the Zimmermann line. Since no one actually knows who comes next, no one is very sure what will happen if anything goes wrong
    • There’s a centuries-long dispute between the Armistead and Chevalier families
    • There was an aborted constitutional crisis when Jack overdosed where everyone in politics panicked for a few days
    • Early in a relationship, Jack has to have an awkward “I know this is too early but I need to know if you’ll want kids because… Canada” conversation
  • He’s still known as the Hockey Prince because he insists on playing professional hockey even though he’s a prince, Jack, what are you doing?
  • Inviting his friends to the palace this is hilarious to me
    • Kent “I’ve fucked a prince but I can’t tell anyone” Parson
    • Bitty cannot believe anything about his life
    • “Shits you have to wear pants in the palace”
    • T a t e r
  • Everyone is just a little bit hesitant to check him too hard. Partly because he’s a prince and partly because his long-suffering security guards are watching and also are possibly armed
  • As a result of a minor tiff with the English royal family that included some world-class mocking on the part of then-Queen Joséphine, the Zimmermanns own all Canadian geese in Canada
    • “They can beat your swans in any fight” said Joséphine, probably
    • They also own all the Canadian geese in the US, as part of a minor clause in some treaty or another, which was inserted after a few friendly drinks. No one has done anything about it since so it’s technically still law
    • There’s a long tradition of the Zimmermanns issuing a formal apology to anyone attacked by a Canadian goose
  • There’s been a rumour for as long as anyone can remember that the Zimmermanns are secretly vampires or witches or werewolves, etcetera, depending on the variant you hear. They have never commented on this rumour
Misfire [Chapter 3]

Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.

Warnings: swear words, that’s all!

a/n: This part is a little different, but it returns to my normal writing style right after the first part. I’m actually kinda sick, so i apologize if this isn’t as good as the other chapters

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

The Sinkage



Tony has created a chatroom. 

Tony added Wanda, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Bucky, Sam.

Bucky: SAM

Sam: WHAT

Bucky: STOP SENDING ME REJECTION PACKAGES. I DON’T WANT TO DATE YOU

Sam: YOUR LETTER SAID OTHERWISE

Bucky: SHOVE THAT LETTER UP YOUR FUCKING BIRD HOLE, YOU PIGEON-”

Tony: What a pleasant, calm family we are

Bucky: Shut the fuck up Tony. You’re not the one who’s been receiving- 

Sam: Bucky check your door, you’ll find something there

Bucky:  

DAMN IT SAM I WILL SHOVE THIS FLOWER UP YOUR ASS

Clint: Y'all are talking about shoving things up each other’s asses without me? I thought we were a team

Bucky:

Sam:

Bucky: I need a break

Tony: We all do, Mother Russia

Bucky: Why in the ever loving fuck am I Mother Russia? I want to be Father Russia

Tony: Because of your hair, Rapunzel

Bucky: EXCUSE ME-

Tony: How about we all go camping?

Clint: Yeah, okay. I’m out

Clint has left the chat.

Bruce: I’m with him. 

Bruce has left the chat

Tony:

Tony: Natasha? Sam?

Natasha: I don’t think I’m in this time Tony

Natasha has left the chat

Tony: ok you all fucking suck

Tony: Sam?

Sam: I don’t mind going camping

Tony: FINALLY

Bucky: That means I’m out

Tony: Y/N?

Y/N: I’ll join too

Bucky: Well would you look at that!! Nature!! Trees!! Lakes!! My home place!! I’d love to go camping

Sam:

Sam: smooth ass motherfucker

Tony: Very subtle Barnes

Wanda: May i join in as well?

Tony: Of course! Okay so Sam, Wanda, Y/N, Rapunzel-

Bucky: MOTHERFU-

Tony: -and myself. Perfect! See you all tomorrow

Tony has removed Wanda, Y/N, Sam, Bucky.

Tony has left the chat.


Bucky didn’t have Steve to rely on to supply ideas on how to ask you out since he was on a mission with Vision, and Tony would just start blasting Christmas music as loudly as possible to block out any of Bucky’s requests.

He had to science this shit out himself.

And by that he meant that he’d Google it.

Serenade her at the bonfire with an instrument that you can play!” He could feel the vomit rise to his mouth as he turned pink in embarrassment. What the fuck even was this?

Take her out on a walk, offer her something sweet, like candy-

“Are these instructions on how to ask a girl out, or how to kidnap her?” Bucky nearly shrieked and punched the person who spoke behind him before realising it was Quail Boy.

“What the hell Sam?” he yelled, shielding his phone away.

“Look man. If you want to ask Y/N out, I’ll help you. But for the love of God, don’t follow the last one. The first one was perfectly acceptable.” He ignored Bucky’s cries of protest as he flung himself over the couch to join him.

“I wasn’t- I-”

“Oh come on. The letter clearly was meant for the postbox next to mine, and I see the way you carried flowers around for her the first time.” Sam scoffed.

“If you knew about the letter then why-”

“Because it’s fun messing around with you. Now, the main business.”

“I don’t know how to play an instrument,” he mumbled, looking down. Fuck it, he had decided, I’ll take all the help I can get.

“Good thing I know how to play, then.”


When Tony meant camping, he didn’t mean out in the wilderness, trees everywhere camping.

Oh no, he meant massive-backyard-of-my-summer-forest-house-camping-where-there-are-no-wild-animals-and-no-dangers camping. 

“I was told that camping was not exactly in this kind of an environment.” Wanda stared at the large house ahead of her.

“That’s because it isn’t.” Sam answered, equally weirded out.

“We’re not camping inside the house, God. We’re camping a 1 mile and a half away from it.” Tony huffed, trudging forward, leaving the others to follow. 

Sure enough, he led you all through the house and out the back door, not even giving you all enough time to appreciate the interiors, into the thick forest of trees.

A path was made along quite clearly, leading into the thick blanket of trees. The smell of the bark and wet leaves made you smile as you revelled in the feeling of fresh air.

The path took a sudden turn before opening out into a large clearing. The sky was perfectly blue as you could see due to the sufficient lack of trees in this part.

But what gathered the most of your attention was the gorgeous body of water a few hundred metres away from where you were standing. You could see the small movements in the lake as the sun shone off it, reflecting the light in the most beautiful manner,

“Damn,” Sam muttered, everyone either humming an agreement or nodding along.

“I want to build a tent!” Wanda’s accent cut through the silence, making you smile fondly at her excitement. 

“Great, you can build mine too while I go check out how my house is doing, then. Thanks, bye!” Tony said quickly before stalking off, leaving you to stare behind him.

“Pepper would have his head if she was here,” you noted making Sam snigger.

“Hey Y/N. Do you want to go check out the lake with me?” Bucky asked, giving a weird look to Sam.

“But what about the tents?” you asked concernedly, not wanting to leave all the work load on them.

“Me and Wanda can do those. You guys go do whatever.” He rolled his eyes at Bucky, sending you a small smile as he beckoned you towards the lake. “Have fun.”

“Come on.” Bucky gently grabbed onto your hand, sending butterflies into your stomach as he tugged you along with him. “I think I saw some boats there. Do you want to go out onto the lake?”

“Do you know how to work a paddle boat?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

“Well… no,” he admitted. “But it can’t be that hard, right?”

“I think we’ll be able to manage it.”

It took hardly 2 minutes to get the boat out into the water due to the fact that both of you were pretty strong. Just as it hit the water Bucky leapt in, picking up the oars that were on the floor of the boat and handing one to you.

“If we lose our balance, we’re both going to drown to death.”

“Ever the optimistic one, Y/N.” You simply winked at him, making him nearly drop his oar into the water as he rowed it in sync with yours. 

He was sitting opposite to you, leaning slightly to the left to balance out the both of you, his back facing the evening sun. His metal arm glittered in the light, a thin sheet of sweat covering his skin, and you could swear that he looked ethereal in that moment as he smiled at you, the focused look on his face leaving for a second.

The water ripples made a calming sound, the only noise in the surrounding other than the occasional grunts Bucky made, making you wish that you had a gallon of holy water to wash out the thoughts in your head.

The small chirps of birds made both of you turn your head every now and then to see if you could spot them. It was serenity at its best, and exactly what you needed after being put on back to back missions in this past week.

A small smile overtook your face as you saw the fishes darting around under the crystal clear water, not staying in one place for more than a few seconds.

As you looked back at Bucky to tell him you were almost at the centre of the lake, you found him already gazing at you with an intense look.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” you inquired, feeling fluttery and nervous at the same time under his expression.

“I- I wanted to say something. Well, a lot of somethings, but right now I can only think of a few and give me a minute, I have a lot to-” His usually calm way of talking was knocked off as he looked incredibly flustered.

You looked at the grip he had on the oar, his knuckles nearly white from his grip. You carefully stood up and crossed over, making sure not to tip the boat over as you made your way to him. 

His puppy like stare followed you and it took all that you had not to kiss him right there and then. You sat down next to him, waiting for the boat to stop moving before turning to face him.

“Relax. What happened, James?” The way his name fell so effortlessly from your lips made him weak in the knees. He was a grown, 100 year old man with the mentality of a 12 year old.

“See, the thing is, these few weeks since I-” His words got cut short as his breath hitched at your hand holding his shoulder supportively. He swallowed thickly before forcing himself to continue, trying to get this off his chest as soon as possible.

“What I’m trying to say Y/N, is that I really, really-” he instinctively shifted uncomfortably to the other side, trying to put some space between you both due to how nerve-wracking this was for him.

“Bucky, no! Don’t mo-”

Before you could complete that sentence, air whooshed by your ears before coolness encapsulated you, Bucky’s shriek being the only noise you heard before you were both dunked in water, the boat overturned and floating besides you.

Just as the both of you surfaced, gasping for breath, Bucky contemplated right then and there whether to let himself drown rather than face the reality of another failed mission.


it was getting really long so i cut it off here

last part coming next week!

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The Dreemurr sibling duo babysitting, what could possibly go wrong?

Well it isn’t Endertale but it’s a little thing I was working on for the alternate story where Asgore and Toriel are back together and have a lil baby goat girl named Astell, as seen HERE

I’ve called it siblingtale because it is not canon with Endertale, it’s completely unrelated. Also I have absolutely no idea how long this will be, it’s just a mini comic so it won’t be that long at all
also Frisk is trying and failing to figure out Papyrus’ special attack he’s been teaching them 

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With All My Heart - Part 2

Word Count: 2225

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Slight panic attack

A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged. 

Thanks to @impalaimagining for beta-ing this for me super fast at 1:30am! 

With All My Heart Masterlist


Running out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every single time.

“Well, don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again, although you didn’t exactly tell her that.

“Fuck you too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee before looking you over one more time.

“You really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess I need to go beg Don for my job back.”

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Cabins

Request~ ‘Heyyy could you do numbers 62, 64 and 68 with kai x reader please?

Prompts: “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” “Are you ticklish?” “PILLOW FIGHT!” 

Imagine~ you and Kai being stuck in a cabin together after Bonnie spells you in. 

Word Count: 1554

“Ugh why does Bonnie always rope me into her stupid plans?” you groaned as you collapsed onto the couch. 

“She wants to see if my feelings are real and I have feelings towards you so I guess she just wants if they’re real.” Kai sighs, a small smirk playing on his face. 

It was true that he had feelings for you but he showed them feelings through flirty comments and smirks. 

So to see if he could actually feel Bonnie locked the both of you in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and somehow she roped you into it. 

“Ugh, whatever. I’m gonna look around to see if there’s another bed for you to sleep in.” you said dreading to think you’d have to spend the night in the same bed as him. 

It didn’t take long to look around the cabin seeing it was very small. All it consisted of was a small kitchen diner, a living room, a bathroom and a single bedroom. 

You walked back into the front room seeing Kai lounging on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling fan, his eyes following its pattern of spinning. 

“Well, since there’s no more bedrooms I’m sure you’ll be fine sleeping on the couch.” you said, smiling sarcastically as he turned his attention to you. 

“It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” Kai said and you could tell he was grinning without even looking at him. 

“Fine,” you groaned making Kai smirk, “but try anything and I’ll cut your dick off.” 

His smirk fell as he looked at you rolling his eyes making you laugh. 

“You wouldn’t want to destroy something you want so bad.” Kai smirked, recovering from your comment. 

“Kai.” you seethed throwing a pillow at him making him laugh. 

“Since you seem very moody how about we play a board game?” Kai said looking over at you innocently. 

“Finally a good idea.” you said smiling at him as you looked on top of the bookshelf. 

You pulled down monopoly knowing it was one of the few board games you were actually good at. 

You laid the game out on the table as Kai grinned over at you happily. 

Kai truly did have a massive crush on you but he wasn’t the best with emotions which meant he didn’t really know how to express them. He hated himself because he’d made you hate him and it killed him. 

But here you were setting up a board game for the both of you in a what some might say romantic cabin and that was enough to warm his heart. 

“Which piece do you want to be?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips. 

“Erm, the cat.” he said snapping out of his trance. 

“Okay..” you trailed off finishing off setting up the board game, your tongue sticking out slightly. 

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Kai said, his eyes taking every detail of your face. 

“T-thank I guess.” you stammered, a light blush washing over your face. You couldn’t deny that you heart fluttered at his comment but you also didn’t want to admit it. 

After one game of monopoly you were both tired, you’d forgotten how long a game of monopoly took and you could tell Kai was cheating. 

You yawned as Kai entered the room with a glass of water, his eyes drooping slightly and you could tell he was tired. 

“Do you wanna head to bed?” you sighed as you pushed yourself off the floor. 

“Sounds good to me.” he replied, his voice deeper than usual and it was kind of attractive. 

You walked to the bathroom to get changed into some pjs before realizing you didn’t have any. You didn’t know Bonnie’s plan when she locked you in here so you didn’t have time to pack. 

“Kai!” you shouted in hopes Kai would let you borrow his shirt to wear to sleep. 

He trudged into the bathroom wearing the grey sweats and black top he’d been wearing all night. 

“What’s up?” he asked yawning and you could tell he was tired. 

“Give me your shirt.” you said bluntly missing your bed back home. 

“Somebodies a bit upfront.” he replied smirking as he pulled his shirt from over his head and putting it in your open hand. 

“Ugh shut up, I have no pajamas and I want to be comfortable and covered if I’m sleeping next to you.” you sighed, “Now get out.” 

Kai remained smirking but left the room as asked without muttering a word leaving you alone in the bathroom. 

You peeled off your clothes and threw Kai’s baggy shirt over your torso. It was soft and hung over you like a dress, it smelt like him and it was a good scent. 

After a second of reveling in the comfort and warmth you entered the bedroom to see Kai lying on top of the sheets in just his gray sweats. 

He glanced over at you as you took in his body, it was masculine but not overly muscular and his sweats hung perfectly just below his hips. 

“I know I’m hot, no need to stare.”  Kaai smirked, snapping you out of your gaze. You rolled your eyes trying to play it cool as you crawled onto the bed lying next to him. 

“By the way, if you wake me up before 10am tomorrow I’ll kill you.” you smiled looking up at the heretic. “Mhm whatever. P.S you look really hot with my shirt on.” he smirked completely brushing over your threat. 

“So hot I want to do this.” he said as he pushed his hand beneath the shirt, rubbing your side slowly. His cool rings sent shivers up you spine and you tensed up slightly but tried to recover before he noticed. 

“Are you ticklish?” he laughed and you realized your attempt had failed. 

“What? No, why would you think that?” you said trying to persuade him to forget about it. 

“So if I did this?” he said as he squeezed and tickled your sides lightly. It took everything within you to suppress your giggles but in the end it didn’t work. 

His smirk turned into more of a devilish grin when he realized and he stradelled your body to make it easier to tickle you. 

“Kai, please don’t.” you whimpered, knowing what you were saying would have no impact on Kai’s actions. 

His hands traveled to your sides and he began to tickle you mercilessly. You erupted into a fit of giggles as you squirmed and wriggled beneath him. 

“K-Kai. Stop. Please.” you said breathlessly in between your fits of laughter. 

In this moment Kai couldn’t help but find you extremely attractive. You were completely under his control and here you where squirming underneath him on a bed you would be sharing. 

“Y’know you look really hot right now. All helpless beneath me.” Kai said smirking as his hands detached from your waist. 

The room was silent as he looked into your eyes and you peered deep into his blue ones. “I don’t think so but whatever floats your boat.” you said breaking the silence. 

He didn’t say anything in reply, instead he leaned in so close you could feel his breath hitting against your face. 

But you didn’t think him tickling you and calling you hot was worthy of a kiss yet so you did the only thing you could do in that moment. 

You hit him in the face with a pillow, he sat there stunned for a second as you erupted into a fit of laughter. 

“PILLOW FIGHT!” you shouted and his eyes lit up. “Oh, it’s on.” he grinned as he grabbed a pillow and flung it across your head. 

You returned the hit with more force and you both did this back and forth for a while. 

At some points he was sitting on you and others, you on him. In all honesty you didn’t completely understand how you’d gone from sleepy to this but you didn’t care. 

After a while of hitting each other back and forth he was on top of you, pinning your arms down on either side of your body. 

“Now how about we start back where we left off.” he said smirking as he leaned in catching his lips on yours. 

Your eyelids fluttered closed and his loose on your wrists loosened so you pulled your hands away and ran them through his brown locks. His hands slid up your shirt like they had before, his rings adding an extra sensation to his touch. 

His tongue swiped along your bottom lips before he squeezed your hips making you gasp which gave him free entry into your mouth. His tongue explored yours as you tugged on his hair slightly. 

After a few moments he pulled away for air, a large smirk plastered onto his face. Your small smile broke out into more of a grin. 

“I knew you wanted me.” he smirked making you roll your eyes and reconnect your lips with his. 

(a/n) thank you @catastrophesprodigy ! it was a nice imagine to write xx

anonymous asked:

I like Mary. I think she's awesome. I don't see why she has to be evil.

Oh, boy, okay.

Listen you can like Mary all you want – I loved her too before the fucked up her entire story arc – but her entire arc was building up to be a villain, and a badass one that was going to go down with a fight. 

I’m REALLY not trying to be pedantic here, Nonny, but asks like this force me to pull out receipts, all of which I’m sure you’re not going to read, because who likes to be proved wrong, but I digress. I always end up sounding more harsh than I am when all I want to do is educate you on my perspective and what the narrative is teaching us.

THAT’S Why she’s a villain. When a character kills the title character of a show, they are coded as the bad guy unless they do a redemption arc that actually is a redemption.

Mary had NO redemption arc AT ALL. Even in S4, Mary is STILL manipulating and emotionally abusing Sherlock and John against each other with her fucking creepy-assed DVDs and her belittling of John in T6T. She still runs off to go do her little assassin things and still lied and manipulated everyone. And I know the argument is going to come up, but Mary’s gunshot was NOT a redemption. A redemption arc has the ex-villain doing a good deed and being genuinely sorry for their past actions. Not ONCE Mary has ever apologized for any of the shit she put everyone through. All of it was a plan, especially if she had creepy DVDs made FAIRLY RECENTLY (you can tell because of the hair style) to send out to people. Also:

YOU ARE EVIL IF YOU ACTIVELY OR POSTHUMOUSLY TELL SOMEONE TO GO KILL THEMSELVES.

That and Mary’s entire death scene was RIDICULOUS and completely contradicted EVERY rule that was established in this universe only 2 episodes prior on how characters die.

Nonny, Mary’s character arc is one I have been passionate about for many years, even before I was a Johnlocker, because her character was fascinating to me, and helped me understand the psychology and make sense of events that were happening in my life at the time. Right up until TAB, Mary was being coded as the next Moriarty. For some reason or another, Mofftiss decided to turn her into an “assassin with an heart of gold” and failed spectacularly.

If Mary truly was good, she WOULD HAVE TOLD JOHN FROM THE BEGINNING WHO SHE WAS, OR AT LEAST TOLD SHERLOCK SHE NEEDED HELP. HLV would have not played out as it did. Instead deciding that killing Sherlock was her only option so that she could continue to manipulate John, since she knew he was most malleable when he was grieving Sherlock.

You can read Mary’s character however you want, I could care less… well okay apparently I do because of this reply… But please, seriously consider that what became of her character really made no goddamned sense to the narrative arc the built for her and quite frankly really lazy writing. Just because she is a woman, doesn’t mean that she is nice and sweet and not abusive. Excusing her of her brand of emotional abuse and manipulation is really sexist.

People thought my mother was a nice person, too.

Mutual Destruction - Jeff Atkins x Reader // Part Two

Part One>

A/N: I really hope this lives up to expectations guys! Apologies if it doesn’t quite and i’ll see how it goes concerning a part three.

Playlist (optional):
Weak When Ur Around - Blackbear
Bloodfeather - Highly Suspect

“I should’ve listened to Jeff!” Monty spat at Y/N. Quite the crowd was beginning to form around the two of them at the lockers.

“Jeff, huh? And what did he say about me?” She smirked.

“You’d break my heart. Or, in so many words.” He looked at her despairingly. His jaw clenched.

“Jeff’s a smart guy.”

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A few nights ago; Rosie’s Diner

The atmosphere was cheery and bright, almost as though she really had been transported back to the superficiality of a commercialized 50′s diner. Except the place had been refurbished a little. Dim lights, oversized clocks with touchy hands and artificial grins. She knew the place well, but something of it haunted her tonight. Maybe it was the way the Jukebox laughed at her for the memories she’d had here. The memories shared with one Zachary Dempsey, who she’d begged to put coins in the Jukebox, and who’d picked the ever appropriate ‘A Teenager In Love - Dion & The Belmonts’.

A loud cough from Montgomery de la Cruz, who was now sat across from her, broke her from those thoughts.

“Cruz. I was beginning to think you were a no-show.” She looked up through her painted lashes at the freckled boy before her. He looked good. Really good. Possibly even better than he had the day she had approached him. It reminded her why he was even here.

“You think I’d stand you up?” He scoffed, eyeing her up.

“I wasn’t sure…” Y/N stirred her milkshake absentmindedly.

“Guess you don’t know what kinda guy I am.” He smirked. He’d regret saying that, she thought. Because she did know, and knowing how he was, and what she was doing, would almost make her a little guilty, if she tapped into her emotions.

—–

Although she didn’t want to admit it to herself, she’d had a good night. Monty was funny, and surprisingly sweet, not to mention those devilish good-looks. So she’d decided to take the plunge and take a little Montgomery. His lips were unexpectedly smooth, moving against hers with obvious hunger. Her arms fell loosely around his neck and his gripped her ass tightly. When they broke apart, both were breathing heavily and smiling to themselves.

“Wow.” Monty panted.

“Wow.” She repeated.

“When I asked you out, I wasn’t really expecting a yes.” He revealed. She chuckled.

“Honestly, I’m not sure I was, either.” She revealed, tracing his jawline with her index finger.

Monty didn’t always quite understand the way she spoke to him, but he made the mistake of liking that about her. And he made the mistake of starting to like her. Monty wasn’t big on mistakes, but this was a BIG mistake. The baseball player liked to think he was a player player- he was wrong about that too. He ended up getting too involved and getting burned. Jeff always helped him, but he knew that Monty wished he was more like Jeff.

—–

Monday’s number one priority was avoiding Montgomery until she had decided where she wanted this to go. She still wondered what flavour girl baseball players were into, but would be lying if she said Monty wasn’t a bit of a liability.

If she was being completely honest with herself, Monty’s friendship with Zach was a driving factor in this escapade. She wanted to hurt him the way that he had hurt her, not really caring who else got hurt on the way.

She saw Jeff Atkins on the way to her first period, wondering what it would be like to tutor him. He was with a group of guys, messing around and laughing, and she thought he was probably just as she imagined.

—–

“How’d it go man?” Jeff brought his bat down to his side to meet Monty.

“Yeah, really good I think.” Grinned Monty.

“Really?” Jeff attempted to hide his surprise, but to no avail.

“Yeah, she was really into me.” Monty was determined.

“Have you spoken since?” Jeff brought the bat back up, wanting to avoid his friend’s eye contact. His eyes always told the truth.

“She said she’d call me.” He shrugged, leaning against Jeff’s batting cage.

“And has she?” Jeff cleared his throat.

“Well…it’s only been a few days.” He shuffled his feet a little.

“Huh.”

“She does like me, I’ll prove it to you.” Monty’s anger came through in his voice.

“Go ahead.” Jeff hit the incoming ball with force.

—–

Something she kept to herself, was the amount she visited the school’s library, so she knew the inside out of it. She was a little early for her lunch revision session with Jeff. The table in the very corner called to her, and she set up her psychology things, ready to tutor. She still wasn’t entirely sure how this boy could really need a tutor in psychology, but the extra credit wouldn’t go unappreciated. Just as she was putting her glasses on, Jeff slid into the seat opposite her.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m Jeff.” He reached out his hand for her to shake, which she did, but laughed at his introduction.

“I know who you are, Jeff, your reputation precedes you. I couldn’t count the number of home runs you’d had, literally and metaphorically.” She casually noted as she passed him a red pen.

“Well you’re not shy, are you.” He raised his eyebrows at her forwardness.

“Or maybe I am, It’s all to do with psychology.” She tapped her brain demonstratively.

“That was a clever change of subject.” He chuckled.

“So, exactly how bad are you at psychology?”

Y/N and Jeff spent the next 30 minutes in complete concentration on what she was teaching him, he listened with intent and asked questions when he needed to. This was a surprise to her, because she had assumed Jeff was failing because he didn’t care enough to try, and that he was too busy with his other ventures. She started to think that maybe she had been wrong about him.

It was common knowledge that Jeff Atkins was a bit of a womanizer, and she had noted to stay away from that trouble, she much preferred to create her own.

Out of the corner of her glasses, she noticed a familiar figure coming her way.

“Hey…you never called me back…” Monty played with his bag strap nervously, coming up to the head of the table she and Jeff were sat at. Monty was shocked by Jeff’s presence, but it was too late to turn back now.

“I know.” Her voice was cool and detached. It shot Montgomery right in the chest.

“But I thought-” He faltered.

“What? That I owed you something?” She scoffed.

“Well I mean-” Monty continued to stutter, clearly feeling uncomfortable discussing this here.

“I think it might be best if you leave, dude, we’re studying right now.” Jeff piped up, calm and collected. He gave him a pressed smile, something in his eyes saying; we’ll talk later, which struck with Monty, and he left.

“Thanks. Let’s carry on.” She motioned to the textbook and smiled sweetly, hoping Jeff would ignore what had transpired. But, of course he didn’t.

“So you didn’t call him?” He smirked knowingly. “Could’ve picked someone easier, L/N.”

She remained stoic for a few moments, before looking up at him; “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Touche.” He flashed his bright teeth, before seeming to remember something. “But Monty, he’s-”

“Delicate.”

“Yeah.”

“So was little Lacie King. She was distraught when she realized she wasn’t so special anymore.” She pouted, mocking sad.

“So that’s how you wanna play, L/N?” He crossed his arms over his broad chest.

Her shit-eating grin said; bring it on, Atkins.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever had to restart a short story or book completely from scratch? If so, how did you keep from becoming completely disheartened? Thanks!

Oh God yes, that’s happened to me. I don’t know how you keep from getting upset over something like this – it’s a loss, after all, and upset is the normal response – but it’s what you do in the aftermath that counts.

I need to come at this from two directions: when you lose work you’ve been paid for / have under contract, and when it happens to work you’re doing for pleasure or haven’t yet sold.

My most horrific example of this was when a disc crash combined with corrupt backups left me with nothing two weeks before SPOCK’S WORLD was due at the publisher. “Disheartened” doesn’t begin to describe it, but at the time I had no leisure to indulge that or waste precious work time on screaming fits. My editor told me that the book was due on Day X and THAT WAS THAT. It was the very first hardcover Trek novel. They had commissioned me specifically for this work because they believed I was then the best Star Trek writer available. The book was already heavily presold, and there was no wiggle room in the schedule. My editor didn’t care what I did, but I was expected to act like a professional and get on with it and turn a book in on The Day.

So I pulled up my Big Girl Knickers and got ON with it. I reconstructed and retyped the destroyed 70K of words over one week, and wrote the necessary 40K or so of words necessary to complete the book over the next week. (And it was a good thing that I was both very, very familiar with my material, having been quite close to it for many weeks, and also had an incredibly detailed outline to prompt my memory where it failed.) And having rebuilt what was lost and sent it away, then I spent a few days having a wee collapse (and taking a lot of aspirin: I didn’t have a proper typing chair and had done all that writing in a straight-backed kitchen chair. My back wasn’t right again for nearly a month).

This disaster turned out, in retrospect, to be one of those Blessings In Disguise things: I’m convinced to this day that the recreation of the lost material was far better than the original. And the book did then spend eight weeks on the NYTBS list, which has to be some kind of validation. But if this situation illustrates anything, it’s that firmness of purpose (and sheer terror) can overcome downheartedness pretty easily when the stakes are high enough… as I knew my career and I were dead meat if I didn’t deliver.

Now, work done on your own nickel, without that kind of pressure overshadowing you, is another story.

I remember vividly a short work I’d written, 12,000 words (well, it’s short around here) about one of the painted lanterns made for the Fasnacht carnival in Basel. These lanterns are exquisite works of art, made by the best graphic artists in the city, decorated with topical artwork and involved poetry in Baslerdeutsch, and paraded around the city for the admiration of all… and then, at the end of the carnival, they’re ceremonially burned. This story was about one of these lanterns that – having for some reason or other become sentient – decides not to put up with being burned, and flees.

I was really, REALLY fond of this story, and worked on it on and off over the course of a year. “The Runaway Laderne” was nearly finished when I sent a copy of it to one of my editors to let her take a look of it. And then… bang, another disc crash, and the Laderne was gone for real. But by the time this happened and I contacted my editor to see if I could recover a copy from her, it turned out she’d inadvertently purged it from her mailbox.

I was really, really disappointed about this. And even now, every now and then I find myself undertaking a half-hearted search among some older backups to see if a copy of it might have escaped. But what I knew about the story in the year that followed was that the passion that had driven the writing to the point where the story was 99% done had indeed finished its work: it had burned itself clean in the execution of the work… so would take twice as much energy to recover. And if I couldn’t find the time to work in a reconstruction of the story around work I was being paid to do, then maybe I was just going to have to cut my losses on that story and hope to meet it again in some better place. (I.e., “writer heaven”… where you meet your work in its perfect form, instead of the inevitably flawed stuff that works its way out in a world ridden with entropy.)

There comes a point where you learn to choose your fights. Shock at losing work – and the  initial response of feeling disheartened – I think can be overcome either by necessity, or by the underlying urge to write the story not yet having exhausted itself. There’s definitely a level at which the image of the unwritten work, and the expectation of what it can become if you can just nail the damn thing down on paper or in electrons, will drive you mercilessly until it’s done. (THE DOOR INTO FIRE did that with me: picked me up in its teeth and dragged me back to the typewriter night and day until it was finished.) Other works are more leisurely, and just kind of nag at you from the  sidelines.

But if you’re finished or near-finished, and the initial creative impetus has exhausted itself, then once you’ve recovered from the initial shock of loss, you have to sit down and do your own mental math to determine whether the expenditure of energy needed to recover or reconstruct the work is going to be, as they say over here, “worth the candle”. No one else but you can do that math. It’s unquestionably painful to decide that you can’t or don’t want to commit to reconstruction: but you have to determine what’s to be gained. I can still see that laderne in my head, and feel a bit sorry about its loss:  but I also do know that the story was all but finished, that it was a good piece of work that satisfied me, and that what I learned from it would go to contribute later to other work: because no work you do is wasted, even if it’s lost.

All creative work to some extent – if only a small one – serves to structure the unstructured and impose order on chaos: and where that happens, the universe remembers being structured, and appreciates it. And also, “practice makes perfect”: you may have lost the written, but you haven’t lost the writer, and the impress of what you did has sunk itself into your synapses. Even when lost, the work was worth doing, and its spirit will covertly animate your next piece of work. So if you’ve lost something, don’t despair: get up, dust yourself off and open a new file or roll a blank page into the typewriter. Stories may get lost, but Story is immortal: possibly more so than we are.  

HTH. :)

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Pairing: Jasper Hale x Reader

Characters: Jasper Hale

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1, 128

Note: Requested by a lovely person. Hope you like this!

Hey I was wondering if you could make a jasper hale x reader and the reader being really ticklish on her sides. She is also human and has been with jasper for a while but he some how just now finds out that she is ticklish by accident grabbing her side or something like that. She hate being ticked and tries to do anything to avoid it and doesn’t want anyone to know she is also super kind but can be super stubborn. Plz plz plz can you do this I would be extremely grateful


Resting my head upon Jasper’s lap, I slowly shut my eyes as his rough yet cool and soothing fingertips massaged my scalp. The thrilling book of Aeschylus’ Oresteia, had long been forgotten, laying closed on my stomach. To say I was as calm as the vast, midnight seas would be the most obvious statement of the century. Every minute I spent with Jasper rendered me calm and it was all thanks to the subtle ability he possessed after having become a vampire.

The scarcely, audible chatters of the Cullens in the living room that mingled with the soft, musical melodies of Beethoven’s Sonata made everything surrounding us even more heavenly. A few seconds passed by and I hummed contently as Jasper’s fingers moved behind my ear. I heard him chuckle as he leans to capture my lips with his, into a kiss. At the beginning it was firm till it grew soft, gentle, and slow.

“Are you enjoying this, darlin’?” Jasper questioned after we part our lips. In an arrogant-like triumph, he tilts his head to the side slightly while his lips tug into a  smirk.

“I am,” I admit, offering him a genuine smile, “Please continue. Just a few more minutes, at least.”

Jasper’s eyes gleam and from where I lay, they looked to be two worlds of their own. “Whatever my lady wishes.” He replies, this time in a more distinctive Texan drawl, which never seized to form wild fantasies in my mind. “I’ll be happy to comply with it.”

As Jasper continued caressing me, my thoughts wander elsewhere. Well, not too far away as they still consisted of my one-hundred-forty-four year old mate. I had started to recall the first day when I had seen Jasper in the cafeteria. I remember when his light amber eyes had focused on mine. It was not a friendly gaze but a rather intense one that rendered me to become uncomfortable and uneasy. As if at that particular moment, I had been wearing a tight corset that made my breathing to become shallow.

Another time, after school had been dismissed by the bell, I had bumped into him and it was as if he were made of stone. He towered over my small figure and he had said nothing, not even did he offer to help me with my books that were scattered on the floor. He only did what he had done many times before: he stared into my eyes. And it seemed as if I were looking into the stormy eyes of the Greek God, Ares, himself.

Before I knew it, days had turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and I grew more and more irritated when I realized he was all I could think of. How cliché this matter had turned out to become. Though, it was true. I skipped on to life without giving a second thought of the red flags shown and the warnings revealed that Jasper was dangerous.

This was definitely not me and so out of my character. And if I was going to reveal the whole story…well, let’s just say that my feelings were not the only thing out of character. Once, I had astonishingly as well as embarrassingly failed my history exam, I knew who was to blame.

Of course, in the real sense, Jasper hadn’t done anything wrong. But because I had fallen madly in love with him, he had become a handsome distraction. And I was sure that if he weren’t in my classes or even in the school, I’d have aced the test.

“Hey! Can I talk to you?” I had said the next day, after having slammed my locker shut, completely vexed. Jasper had frowned deeply and slightly nodded to his adoptive sister, Alice as she had taken her leave but not before eyeing me suspiciously.

Unsurprisingly, without a word, Jasper had glanced down at me, waiting for me to speak. I did not know what came over me that day but all I knew was that my anger had completely taken over. “Listen here, you are the reason I have failed my history test and you will be the one to help me study for the retake. D’you understand?”

He had raised his eyebrows and regarded me with a hint of amusement which was also laced with confusion. And as I had waited for his response, I cross my arms.

“Well,” he began and I had suppressed the urge to widen my eyes at his attractive, velvety voice. “Hello to you as well, ma’am.”

“I’m serious!” I exclaimed as I earned a few stares from the students that stood nearby. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

“Are you?” Jasper had said, taking a step forward and lowering his voice meaningfully. “Are you implying that you failed the exam because you were too busy thinking about me, when you should have been studying?”

At his unexpected question, my face turned bright red and I had looked at him, mouth agape. I had not known he would ask such a question, nor accurately guess as to why I had failed.

I snapped my eyes open as I feel that Jasper had stopped from massaging me. “What were you thinking about, sugar?” He questions, as he possibly could have felt the wave of my indescribable emotions.

I sigh and move to sit next to him, resting my head his shoulder. “Well, if you must know, I was thinking of the day I failed history and how it was all your fault.”

“You mean to say the day you embarrassed yourself as you confronted me…”

“Shut up.” I scoff as Jasper chuckles, wrapping his arm around my waist. As he did so, I wriggle under his touch. Suddenly, Jasper pulled away and regarded me with shock while his lips tugged into a lopsided grin. “What was that?”

“What was what?” I question innocently, darting my gaze away from his widened eyes.

“Don’t pretend as if you don’t know what I am talking about, doll.”

“I don’t.” I reply, tersely. I stand from my seated position as my book falls on the floor and my stomach knots in a nervousness. Using the vampire speed to his advantage, I gasp as I feel Jasper’s arms, firmly wrap around my waist, where he gives me a tight squeeze, earning a sudden jolt from my part.

My mate’s eyes twinkle mischievously as he made a vain attempt to keep his perking grin at bay. “You sure you don’t know what I’m talking about? ‘Cause to me it looks like I just found out that my doll’s ticklish.”

“I am but please, don’t start anything funny.” I say, somehow managing to escape from his grasp. Though, that doesn’t stop Jasper from advancing towards me as I slowly recede to head out of his room.

“No promises, sugar.”

Finn Bálor - Show You

Word count: 3,258

Fluff/Smut

Enjoy

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Originally posted by sensualkisses

Finn and I had been dating for a little over a year now. We met in a pub where I was getting pissed out of my mind, trying to forget seeing my boyfriend in bed with another girl making me look like a complete fool. He was so sweet that night trying to making me feel better. He decided to show off a bit tossing pieces of peanuts into the air and catching them in his mouth. He failed miserably with most of them landing on the bridge of his nose and one on his eye. I remember giggling and finding his big smile extremely attractive. It was one of my favorite features of him.

He brought me to his flat that night. The next morning when I woke up I was dazed out of my mind and couldn’t remember how I got into this strangers house. He brought me home that day. I notice later on that I had his number saved in my phone. Finn. His name was Finn.

Before I knew it we were making plans to meet up again. And again.. and again….. and again. I can’t help but smile at the memory of me accidentally butt dialing him. He later said it was because I had a fat arse.

The problem early on in our relationship was that I lived about forty minutes away from where he did, so when our relationship got more serious we decided to move in together. Due to this we began bickering frequently. Over petty things you might think.

Last week we got into an argument when I went to make coffee and saw him drink straight from the milk cart. I made a fuss saying that other people being me drank that milk too, to which he reciprocated with ‘we swap fluids all de time, whats yer point?’ It only added oxygen to a already blazing fire.

Other disagreements arose in our times in the flat, some worse than others. Like the time when he found it was a big deal that I spent the entire day out with my sister who was currently enrolled in UNI instead of staying home with him. Honestly he’s home all of the time while she’s always cramped up inside of a textbook. We spent two days without speaking over that.

Don’t get me wrong, our relationship is perfectly fine. It’s strong and he treats me better than I can be asked to be. We just have our moments like any other couple. Tonight was definitely one of them, I just couldn’t figure out what I’d done this time.

He left early this morning and we were on good terms. Now it was eleven eighteen and he’d stopped messaging me. I was beginning to get worried. Only wanting to know if he was okay. I lay on the sofa in the sitting room staring into the fireplace, phone in hand hoping to feel it vibrate. My eyes began feeling heavy after a while and I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

*** FINNS POV ***

I stumbled through the front door of my flat and escaped from the tight barrier of my boots. They made a loud thud sound upon contact with the wooden floor. I bent over towards the shoes and put my finger to my lips.

“Shhhh.” A hiccup escaped my intoxicated lips.

Ridding myself of the warm leather jacket I had on I made my way into the sitting room to find my girlfriend lying on the sofa sound asleep. Another hiccup. I tried holding my breath. Walking over to her I leaned beside her noticing her phone screen bright as day, hurting my eyes. They adjusted to the screen reading the small text:

Finn: I’ll be home soon, beautiful. ;) -9:24pm

Me: Do you want me to cook dinner? -9:43pm

Me: Finn?? -10:17pm

Me: Can you just tell me if you’re okay? -11:03pm

I felt like such an arse. My phone had died long ago but I should have still called. I went out with a few of my pals for a drink and it turned into a full on night out with the guys. Her eyelashes were spread apart and looked hard. Had she been crying? I let out a sigh and lifted her limp body from the sofa. Her phone fell to the carpet.

I carried her to our shared bedroom not bothering to turn on the light. Laying her on the bed I pulled the duvet over her chest and kissed her forehead. I honestly didn’t deserve her. Reaching over I grabbed a pillow from my side deciding it best to sleep on the sofa tonight.

***

I blinked a few times feeling the bed round me not remembering how I’d gotten here. The clock on the bedside table showed that it was still early in the night. My mouth had become unbearably dry and I sat up to go get some water.

My half asleep body walked through the flat and into the kitchen unaware of my surroundings. I poured myself a cup of water and drank a little before hearing someone snoring behind me. Turning round Finn stirred a bit in his sleep. Setting down the water my feet brought me over to the boy laying on the sofa. His arms were crossed over his chest. A photo of me he carries round in his wallet in his hand.

It’s funny almost. We were like a damn teenage couple. Doing little cheesy things that kids do in relationships. On the back of this particular picture I had written 'Yours’ meaning that I was his. I had one of him that had 'Mine’ on it.

A smile spread across my lips. I put a knee on either side of his waist and kissed the corner of his mouth. My hands wandering under his black t shirt feeling his defined torso. He hummed under my touch and I knew he had woken up.

“What are ye doing?” He chucked, eyes still closed.

I didn’t reply, instead continuing my exploration of his body. His beard tickled at my cheek as I moved to his neck licking a bold line up it before beginning to suck. I felt him squirm under me. His semi hard on pressing against me. I bit down on his skin lightly receiving a hiss from him.

“Baby.” He lifted to sit up on the sofa.

I tried for his shirt before he stopped me. His smile that I loved so much faded.

“I should have called.” He shook his head looking down in between us.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” I pushed his hair back.

“But ya were so worried.. I made ya cry, baby I’m so sorry.” I hushed him, indulging him in a cuddly hug.

Finns head rested on top of my own, arms wrapped tightly round my smaller body. We sat like that for a few more moments before I’d become uncomfortable and squirmed in his hold. Once released I continued with my previous exploration of my beautiful boyfriends body.

I kissed his lips before trailing a wet line down to his clothed chest. I pulled at the hem of the tee. To my annoyance Finn stopped me once again, placing my arms at my side.

“No, baby. Tonight I’m gunna show ye how much I care about ya.” He paused to kiss my neck.

I let out a moan as he began to suck at the sensitive skin. In an instant my shirt was on the floor and so was his. I ran my finger along his defined abs, stopping to poke at the beauty marks on his right ab. Finn chuckled a little.

My eyes found his dark lust filled ones. I placed my hand over his heart and left it there for a brief moment. It raced under my touch. We never said it yet. It was something we didn’t find that needed to be said, but I knew exactly how he felt about me. And I feel the same way.

Finns hand found mine and he placed a delicate kiss to my lips. The kiss grew sloppier and I could feel him straining against his pants.

“Bedroom.” I managed to breath.

He wasted no time in lifting me off the sofa and carrying me into the dark room, my legs wrapped round his body. He set me down on the bed and turned on the light to see better. I was getting impatient, needing him to touch me.

He ridded me of my shorts, leaving me in just a bra and knickers. Kissing up the base of my thigh I felt him hum.

“So soft.”

I felt a finger move against my clothed heat. I let out a hiss and grabbed his neck as he began sucking at the skin of my thigh, sure to leave a trail of pink and purple marks.

“Moan my name, darlin’.” He bit down.

“F-Finn… Please.”

I needed him.

“Please what, princess?” He was killing me.

“Touch me.” It was barely audible but I know he heard.

Finn came up to look at me, a smirk on his face. His hand moved back and forth on my pussy. He leaned over to my ear.

“Touch you where, darlin’?” He whispered seductively.

“I don’t fucking care, Finn just touch me, please.”

That was enough for him to move his head back between my legs, ripping off my knickers. He licked a straight line up my folds.

“Holy fuck, princess. This wet and I’ve hardly touched you.” He moaned.

I pulled his head down with my hand. He knew I was getting impatient. His lips attached to my soaking core. His tongue flicked up and down my clit. My back arched up off the mattress. He moaned against my dripping pussy causing a burst of pleasure to rip through me. My lips parted but I couldn’t find the words to speak.

I fisted at the bed sheets arching my back with the pleasure bursting through my core. I felt Finns finger rub up and down my folds before inserting one and pumping in and out at a steady pace. I wouldn’t last long if he kept this up.

“F-Finn…” I whimpered.

He came up for air, his finger still pumping in and out of me.

“Tha’s right. Say ma’ name, baby girl.”

Another finger fell inside me without warning. He began curling them in a come hither motion, watching me wriggle beneath him. Finn dipped his head back down. My eyes rolled back and I arched my back off the mattress only for Finn to use his free arm to hold me down.

“Oh, f-f..”

My hands couldn’t seem to find a steady place to hold onto. The pleasure was too intense. He increased the pace and soon I was sent over the edge. He hummed against me in satisfaction, using his long fingers to ride out my orgasm.

My breathing was unsteady as Finn came to hover above me holding two digits over my lips.

“Suck.” He whispered hotly.

I did as I was told, taking his fingers in my mouth sucking my juices off. Finn enjoyed watching me do so as he hummed. I licked my lips. He lifted me off the bed and came behind my torso unhooking my bra. He slid it from my arms and tossed it to the floor. I watched as he admired the view in front of him.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked at the nub. I moaned in appreciation. He caressed my breast in his large hands, squeezing it gently.

“I need you.”

“Patience, baby.”

Finn left a trail of kisses up my neck, taking my earlobe between his teeth. I rolled my hips up desperate for contact. Finn held me down. I pulled at his hair trying to get his attention. He wasn’t budging. He kept kissing down my neck and torso leaving love bites.

“Cha’ need, baby?”

“You inside me.” I spoke barely above a whisper.

He heard me. The bed squeaked as he climbed from on top of me and over to the bedside table and pulled put a condom.

“Ye gunna help me?”

I blushed and climbed over to where he stood, unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down his shaved legs. His semi hard on was straining in his briefs. I licked my lips upon seeing the precome stain already forming. I bit my lip gazing up to see Finn staring contently down at me.

My index fingers hooked into the top of his briefs edging them down. His length slipped out hitting his stomach. I gasped. His size always shocked me. I took it in my hand and stroked it a few times before taking it in my mouth whole. Finn hissed at my brave actions. I pumped what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“Just like tha’, baby girl.” Finn hissed.

He pushed himself further hitting the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut. My hands twisted round his length and I felt him begin to twitch inside my mouth. Before I could finish he pulled out and came onto my bare chest, his warm load dripping down my breast. Finn groaned throwing his head back in pleasure.

Finn scooped some of the white liquid onto his finger and held it up to my mouth. I complied sucking off the saltiness. Finns chest was rising and falling heavily as he reached to the floor for a shirt to clean the sticky wetness off my breast.

“C'mere.” Finn helped me off of the floor, “Was tha’ okay?” I nodded.

His lips made contact with mine. He didn’t ask for permission as his tongue mingled with mine. My fingers tangled with the strands at the back of his head, tugging them. He moaned at the sensation. Pulling apart he ripped open the condom with his teeth sliding it on and throwing the piece of tin in the bin.

Finn guided us back to the bed. He laid us on the pillows and positioned himself at my entrance. He stroked himself up and down my folds a few times.

“Ya ready, babe?” I shook my head.

Slowly he pushed himself in. I gasped trying to adjust to his size. Finn brought his forehead down to mine, looking me in the eyes. His hips rolled forward at a slow steady pace. My low moans filled the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“F-fuck baby yer so t-tight.” Finn moaned.

The bed squeaked with each thrust. Finn placed a hand on the headboard for balance and the other held onto my hip. I wrapped my legs round his waist desperate for more contact. He pulled out and then back in hitting my spot.

“F-Finn! Right there!” I gushed.

My eyes fluttered closed and I lifted my hips to meet his. Finn kissed the side of my eye and I opened them again. His lips made contact with my neck, sucking at the already bruised skin. I could feel the knot in my stomach forming and my walls started to clench round Finn. I started to squirm round in his tight embrace trying to hold on a little longer.

“I know, baby. Come for me.”

Only when I felt Finns movements becoming sloppier I let go, screaming out Finns name along with a few profanities. He rode out my orgasm before hitting his own, burying his face into my neck swearing and groaning.

***

I woke up lying atop of Finn, his arms wrapped round my middle half. We were still completely naked. It was nearly morning and I knew he would sleep in but I needed a shower, I felt so icky. I pushed the duvet away and wriggled out of Finns strong grasp. He seemed displeased with my disappearance but quickly went back to his light snoring.

I patted my way along to the loo and quietly shut the door behind me, careful not to wake Finn. I turned the shower on and immediately stepped in and let the water trickle down my sweaty body.

I hadn’t heard the door open I was so engulfed by the steamy water. I jumped when a pair of hands wrapped ever so slowly round my waist.

“Good mornin’, darlin’.” Finns raspy voice spoke.

I spun round to face him met by a groggy smile. God he was amazingly beautiful. My fingers traced down the beauty marks next to his right abs. I loved these simple marks on his body.

Finn lifted my chin placing a delicate kiss upon my lips, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip asking for entrance. I parted my lips, our tongues fighting for dominance. Finn broke the kiss, brushing my hair behind my back and admiring the love bites from our previous actions that night. He peppered light kisses over them, gently sucking. I tangled my fingers in his lengthy hair as he began to move lower until he bowed before me.

His finger brushed up my folds separating them. He attached his lips, flicking his tongue in figure eight motions against my clit. I felt like my legs were going to fall from under me.

“Fuck, Finn. I need you’re fingers.” I moaned.

I didn’t know if he could hear my please over the sound of the rushing water until moments later two digits pounded into me. Finn hummed against my throbbing core. I hissed as he brought the nub between his teeth before releasing it and stopping all motions completely. He licked his lips savouring the taste and came back up to his full height which wasn’t much taller than me.

“Jump.”

I did as I was told. My legs wrapped round Finns waist. Finn caught hold of my arse and pinned me up against the cool tile wall. He wasted no time in slamming into me.

“Shit, yes Finn. Just like that.” I cried out.

My nails dug into his back leaving a trail of red marks. I looked down to see where Finn and I were connected, him pounding into me fiercely. He never touched me like this before. It was always slow love making.

Finns thrusts became sloppier and I knew he was close. I smiled touching our foreheads together. I hadn’t even noticed my orgasm approaching I was so focused on his. My head fell forward and I screamed out in pleasure. He pulled out just before the warm white liquid spewed from his sensitive pink tip and ran down the drain. Our breathing was still shaky as we stood holding each other.

“I love you.” I barely heard Finns words over the shower head.

I stood in shock. We’d never said it before. I closed my eyes and lay my head on his chest. He said it. My lips make contact with his atoms apple, sucking the bulge in his neck.

“I love you.”

Imagine getting Jealous when someone flirts with your boyfriend (Castiel)

Word count: 545

Request by: Anon - Hi could you do a one shot where Castiel and the reader are a couple and on a hunt another woman flirts with Cas (Cas is oblivious) and the reader gets jealous. So Cas reminds Reader that he only had eyes for her.

A/N: Requests would be super appreciated since I haven’t had one in a while (I’m really in the mood to write some good Lucifer one shots).

Also, sorry that this took so long to do, sorry its short and sorry I haven’t posted in ages

You sat down at the bar sighing, Castiel took a seat next to yours.

“If you don’t want to be here, we can go back to the bunker, I’m sure Sam and Dean will understand,” Castiel spoke causing you to look up into his concerned eyes.

“Nah, they really wanted us to come, the least I can do is stick around for a hour or so,” you replied before signalling for the bartenders attention to order a well needed drink.

All you really wanted to do right now was go home and sleep yet Sam and Dean insisted that you and Cas would come with them to the bar to celebrate the big hunt that you had all just finished.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked you, her face was caked in makeup and her shirt buttons were slightly open as she desperately tried (and failed) to grab the attention of the men in the room.

“Whiskey, neat please,” you replied causing her to simply nod her head and shrug you off before turning to your boyfriend, Cas.

“And what can I get for you cutie?” She asked Cas even though you were sat directly next to him.

Shock laced your face as she clearly flirted with him, her fingers twirling her hair and hand placed gently on top of his.

“I’ll get whatever Y/N is having,” Castiel spoke whilst pointing in my direction. Even though you knew that he was completely oblivious to the flirting taking place, it angered you so much to know that it was even happening.

“Sure thing hottie,” She winked again before leaving to go pour the drinks, a frown was placed firmly on your face.

Castiel turned to you, confusion and worry lacing his soft facial features.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asked looking deeply into your eyes as his arm snaked its way around your waist.

“Screw this,” you murmured quietly to yourself before standing up off of the bar stool, “I want to go home,” you announced.

Not a second later you felt wind rush around you as Cas instantly flew you back to the bunker not caring if anyone saw the two of you leave and only fixating about the sadness which laced your voice.

“Y/N, please, what’s wrong?” Castiel asked again.

“It doesn’t even matter anymore, I’m off to bed,” You replied turning around, you knew that your jealousy was stupid but for some reason it angered you.

“You’re angry at me and the bartender,” Cas spoke causing you to spin around and face him again.

“I thought we agreed on you not using your angel mojo to poke around my head,” you sighed.

“I’m sorry, but when something wrong with my beautiful girlfriend, I want to know,” he spoke as he began to walk over to you, “I can assure you I did not know that she was flirting with me because the only person I care about is you Y/N.” His arms were know placed on your waist and his face was hovering close to your neck, you could feel his hot breath causing you to shiver.

“I love you Y/N, only you.” Castiel whispered into your ear before placing kisses down your neck.

“I love you too Cas.”

tags: @idji-bitchy-assbutt-jerk @overcastmisfitkid

I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life but these past 8 months have by far been the hardest. One minute I was getting straight A’s and A*’s in my GCSE’s and struggling but being able to manage and stay afloat and then almost overnight my eating disorder was the worst it’d ever been and self harm had spiralled and I’d quit my job and dropped two A Levels and didn’t care about anyone or anything other than hurting myself but after two overdoses and lil hospital visits later I’m still here and I’m fighting harder than ever and I’m sitting my exams so at this rate even if I get D’s I don’t care because three months ago if you’d told me that I’d still be here to sit my exams I probably would’ve laughed in your face. Sure if I hadn’t been through all this crap this year I probably would get better grades but I have been through it and rather than dwelling on how much more I could’ve done I should be celebrating the things I did do which is choose recovery and to stay alive and I wouldn’t have the option to sit my exams at all if I didn’t do that. I’m doing the best I can with the situation I’m in.

A Way to You Again: Part 10

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count:  1913

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.



Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely

@melconnor2007

for the request. Happy Birthday Bucky!

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Originally posted by whitequeenblog

As my fist connected with the punching bag I felt a sense of relief. I tried not to envision Bucky’s face over and over, but the truth was – I had moved from heartbreak to anger after his behavior with Steve. My hands ached slightly as I continued my work.

“You’re probably going to regret not taping those up,” Nat’s voice floated quietly from behind me. I sighed heavily. Could no one in this fucking tower leave me alone for two seconds? Running away was becoming a much more desirable solution to my problems by the minute.

“What do you want, Nat?” I asked evenly as I continued to maneuver around the punching bag.

“To talk,” she responded quietly.

I steadied the bag with my hands as I laughed. “Everyone in this fucking tower seems to want to talk to me today, and you know what? I’m just not in a very talkative mood if I’m going to be completely honest. And why the fuck would you think I would want to talk to you?” I responded angrily as I turned towards her.

“I’m sorry,” she said clearly and loudly. The response disarmed me for a moment – I wasn’t planning on this being the conversation we were going to have.

“Sorry for what?” I stuttered back as I flexed my aching fingers.

“For what I said about Barnes…. For what I said about you. I was completely out of line.”

“It seemed like you didn’t care at the time,” I responded bitterly. I wasn’t ready to kiss and make up with anyone – especially her.

“I was… I was cruel and I’m so sorry. I was hurt by what he did, and I was angry at you which was unfair, but Y/N… he… Bucky loves you,” she responded sincerely as she walked towards me. Her last words hit me so heavily that I flinched at the sound of them.

“Did he put you up to this? Or are you just someone else that is trying to speak on his behalf when he could obviously not give a damn?” I asked bitterly as I crossed my arms in front of me.

“It’s your name,” she whispered.

“What?”

“It’s your name he calls out in his sleep. Every night since he’s gotten back.”

I bit my bottom lip nervously at this. “Have they been bad?” I asked – my tone deflating with my anger.

“The worst I’ve seen in years,” she added as she sighed. “Look…. Barnes – he may have trouble telling you… but it’s clear that he’s terrified to lose you.”

“Thanks,” I muttered bitterly as I turned on my heel and headed for the showers.


The rest of the day was luckily uneventful for the most part. I had promised Wanda that I would take her shopping and she had held me to that promise – cornering me as soon as I had exited the shower. For the most part it was a happy distraction from an otherwise miserable day until she forced me to go into Victoria’s Secret.

“Y/N, come on. Surely Barnes is a lingerie man?” Wanda asked as she quirked an eyebrow up in question.

I laughed nervously. Bucky and I had only had sex once before everything fell apart. I had no idea what kind of “man” he was nor did I really care to think about it at the moment. “I don’t really know Wanda… I just…”

“Oh come on – we’re here. You might as well look,” she urged. I sighed internally. Why had I agreed to even come in the first place? In the end it was at least better than awkwardly staring at Bucky through the gaping hole in the wall of my bedroom.

“Fine,” I muttered bitterly as I snatched the black lingerie set out of Wanda’s hands and stomped towards the dressing room.


As the elevator doors opened my nostrils were filled with the smell of something delicious cooking. Wanda had dragged me around at least half of the city throughout the day. My stomach growled at the smell. I was ready to eat and sleep.

“Hey!” Sam called to us from the couch in the common room. “You guys have fun?”

“Lots!” Wanda exclaimed as she walked quickly over to the couch to show Sam everything she had found – of course he would feign interest just for her. Sam had always had a soft spot for Wanda. I was determined to try to quickly get to my room to deposit my own bags – especially the one holding the lingerie that Wanda had demanded I buy.

“What about you, Y/N?” Sam called over. At the mention of my name Bucky’s head peeked from around the corner leading to the kitchen – his eyes immediately zoning in on the pink striped bag. He may have been a man out of time, but he sure as hell was a man and knew immediately what the bag contained. His faced became clouded with confusion as his eyes met mine. “Y/N?” Sam asked again loudly – making me jump. I immediately blushed and caught a glimmer of humor in Bucky’s eyes as I turned to Sam.

“Yeah it was fun,” I muttered as I quickly made my way back to my room.


When I rejoined everyone they were making their way to the dining room. 

“What’s for dinner? It smells amazing,” I asked Sam.

“Dunno – Barnes cooked it,” he shrugged. This peaked my interest – typically Bucky was exempt from making meals unless he volunteered, which he never did.

As we walked into the dinning room my breath hitched in my throat. He had made the meal he had prepared on our first date – complete with homemade breadsticks. I couldn’t help the small smile that spread across my face. As I took in the room my eyes finally found Bucky’s the corners of which crinkled subtly. It was clear by the look on his face that he had done this for me. What Bucky failed at with words he excelled in by actions. We all sat around the table and quickly set to forking food onto our plates. I sat next to Sam and Steve again, but Bucky sat directly in front of me –always keeping his eyes trained on me to assess my reactions. Everything about the meal was wonderful and for the first time since my arrival I felt carefree.

“Y/N – Barnes, we’re keeping you off this mission. Everyone leaves tomorrow morning so try not to break anything else,” Tony said sardonically as he looked at Bucky. At this announcement I almost choked on my wine.

“Everyone?” I asked.

“Yes everyone,” Tony replied matter-of-factly.

“Can I inquire as to why Bucky and I are the only two people that aren’t needed on this mission?” I asked as I tried to keep the panic out of my voice.

Tony shrugged at this. “Just see it as being able to spend some quality time together. Also concerning the wall— perhaps we should just remove it since you two are… you know,” Tony quirked an eyebrow at this. This time I did choke – causing Bucky to look at me in surprise. This was obviously Tony’s way of telling us to fix our shit because he wasn’t going to deal with it anymore. “Anyways – what is everyone up for tonight? Other than watching The Hangover,” he added as Sam opened his mouth to speak.

“Maybe we could watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind?” Bucky asked as he looked at me. Sam immediately moaned at the suggestion and I elbowed him in the ribs.

“Come on Sam. It’s my favorite movie and we haven’t watched it in forever!” I protested.

“Okay fine!” He whined in response.

“Well that’s settled then,” Tony announced as he rose from the table.


I sat on the couch waiting for Bucky to turn up before we started the movie. I felt like the day had made a dramatic shift for me. Each of Bucky’s actions had been carefully calculated to show how much he cared without crossing a line. I kept reminding myself that I still needed to be cautious. It seemed like every time I let myself have a tender moment with him something happened to further the hurt he had caused, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. Maybe it was the meal or him offering up my favorite movie to the group even though its story made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was hearing what he told Steve as they argued this morning…. or maybe it was Nat’s apology and revelation about the return of Bucky’s nightmares.

“You’re going to chew that thing off,” Bucky remarked as he looked at me with an amused grin. I jumped at the sound of his voice – I had been lost in thought waging my internal debate as I chewed on my bottom lip. He chuckled softly to himself before handing me my favorite blanket. As he settled down beside me I spread the blanket over both of us. He didn’t put his arm around me this time— rather settling for placing his hand near my own. As the movie started Bucky’s fingers curled lightly around my own causing me to wince. “What’s wrong?” he whispered.

“It’s nothing,” I grimaced as I mentally kicked myself for not taping my hands before practice. Bucky gently pulled my hand from under the blanket and examined it closely. My knuckles were certainly bruised. After shooting me a disapproving look he returned both of our hands back under the blanket. His hand took mine and began to expertly and gently massage each knuckle. I found his touch was still as intoxicating as the first time he had laced his fingers with mine.

Suddenly the movie paused and I looked around confused. Everyone was getting up to leave except for the two of us. “Where are you—” I began to ask but Tony cut me off.

“We all have to be up in the early morning hours. We’re going to call it a night, but you two should continue,” he said as a small smile formed on his face. “Goodnight,” he added with a wave before strolling out of the room. Everyone else said their goodnights and made their way to their rooms leaving just Bucky and myself.

“This feels like a set up,” I snorted indignantly as I stretched out on the couch. Bucky chuckled quietly at this. The tension between us was still uneasy, but no longer explosive. “Should we finish the movie?” I asked as I grabbed a pillow that Sam had tossed onto the floor and placed it beside Bucky before laying down. “I know you hate it,” I added.

“I don’t hate it, and even if I did – I would do anything to make you happy,” he replied, smiling sadly at me as he brushed the hair from my face. When I looked into his eyes I wanted so badly to forget about the last week, to forget about the things that we had both said and done that caused so much hurt, to kiss him and tell him we would be okay, but I knew if things were to ever improve we would have to have the talk that we had been skirting around – even during our more explosive interactions. And now wasn’t the time.

“Okay then it’s settled,” I responded with a grin as I grabbed the remote from where Tony had left it and hit play to resume the movie.


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I Need You // Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by cmtae

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (ft. Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi)

Genre: Angst

Summary//Request: You and Taehyung are in love with each other, but have never made your relationship official. Taehyung gets too drunk and ends up making out with another girl - and Jungkook lets you know everything the next morning.

A/N: This scenario contains text message imagines ^_^


“Can you two get a room already? Jeez!”

You sat with Taehyung and your friends at the back on the bus – you currently nestled in between Taehyung’s legs in the corner seat as he rested his hands on your thighs with his head in the crook of your neck, softly blowing raspberries on to your skin and making you giggle in delight.

“Seriously…you guys aren’t even dating and you can’t keep your hands off each other, just hurry up and make it official already” Hoseok playfully smacked Taehyung on the shoulder as you felt your cheeks becoming more rosy by the second. Every word that came out of Hoseok’s mouth was true – you and Taehyung were constantly being overly affectionate no matter if you were in private or public, however; you weren’t actually dating each other. You’d never confessed your feeling towards him, and neither had he. Even though you both hugged, snuggled and cuddled while holding hands and brushing cheeks, neither of you had even shared a proper kiss – much to your disappointment. Taehyung couldn’t quite put his finger on when he fell in love with you, but he knew that he was just too scared to tell you his true feelings – and you felt the same. Alas, here the two of you were, happily stuck between being best friends and lovers; not knowing when or if your relationship with each other would ever amount to something more.

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Clarifications

July 5th is quickly approaching, which means that the first rounds of students will soon be able to access their AP Scores.

The College Board receives many questions about the AP exams. Some of the most commonly asked questions are answered below.

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A: Exams receiving scores of 3, 4, or 5 are burned at our annual College Board bonfire. Exams receiving a score of 1 or 2 are sent to every college in the United States, with a picture of the AP student stapled to the front and the message “Do not admit this student to your institution at any point in time. This student has failed to succeed on a completely irrelevant test that measures nothing more than their ability to memorize- this irrelevant failure means that they must be banned from college forever.”

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A: Yes. To do this, you must first sacrifice a goat while chanting “College Board, College Board, I give my life to thee”. You must then stuff the goat’s entrails in an envelope with a $1000 check made out to the College Board; next, send the envelope to the College Board headquarters via direct mail; the address is on the official College Board website. Once received, we will discard the entrails, pretend to re-score your test, and then put your $1000 towards our Star Wars Initiative.