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anonymous asked:

Is it common to go to plays alone in NYC or would the box office look at me like a loser with no friends when I pick up only 1 ticket?

I go to the theater alone a lot- maybe all my friends have already seen it, or there’s only one ticket available, or other folks are flat-out not interested. I actually saw The Light Years by myself last week. I figure I’m going to sit in the dark for the bulk of it anyway, who cares if there’s a person with me? I do miss chatting with someone after the show but there’s twitter for that.If you’re really concerned about looking like a loser, get there closer to show time so you aren’t standing around in the lobby by yourself for a long time.

And now, my infamous story about going to the theater alone:

My friends who worked for TDF had an extra ticket to Jerusalem on Broadway. It was a single ticket off to the side, away from their group, but I said sure because it was free Mark Rylance. I was late getting to my seat so I sat in a free aisle seat for the first act, then climbed over an elderly couple to my actual seat during the first intermission. The guy sitting in the seat next to mine turns to the elderly couple and says jokingly “I told you she didn’t stand me up!” And I said “I don’t know you!” and long story short, we’ve been together for 5.5 years. 

Varsity Jackets and Peaches. - Part 1

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warning: grinding

Summary; Dan Howell hates him. He hates that black haired boy that wears a varsity jacket and smells like peaches and oh goes by the name Phil Lester. He takes joy out of ruining Dan’s life and he hates him. Well he hates him until a round of spin the bottle commences.

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     “Were going to be late!” Dan exclaimed.

Jesse rubbed his eyes and stuffed his books into his bag. He shut his locker just as Dan pulled him down the hall. Someone with red hair decided that he wanted to sleep in this morning and forget to pick his best friend up like he did every morning.

“It’s only Ms. Rogers class, calm down.” Jesse mumbled.

“Don’t tell me to calm down.”

Jesse rolled his eyes and let Dan pull him down the hall.

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By the way

can  I thank Bones for freeing a whole row of seats and then some more

but still having Bakugou sit right next to Kami and Sero

thank you for so openly supporting my squad you blessed anime studio

Close Encounter

Summary: In which Bucky and Y/N find themselves in a bit of an awkward position. 

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh


“Hey,” Sam said, flinging himself onto the armchair. “Where are the girls at?”

“Kitchen,” Steve mumbled, his mouth full of crisps. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Thought you were supposed to be a gentleman.”

Steve merely shrugged in response, shoving another handful of crisps into his mouth. Bucky shook his head in amusement, before checking his phone.

“So, Barnes,” Sam said, leaning towards him with a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s going on with you and Y/N?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow and glanced up at Sam, not saying a word. Steve looked at Bucky, an amused smirk on his face.

“What do you mean?”

Steve and Sam shared a glance, before looking back at Bucky.

“Well…. you know,” Sam said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bucky frowned, before putting his phone down.

“Do elaborate.”

Sam and Steve shared another knowing look, before looking back at Bucky once more.

“You guys seem… friendly,” Steve said, causing Bucky to shrug.

“She’s nice.”

Yuhuh.”

Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes.

“She’s a nice person and a skillful agent.”

“Right,” Sam said, his eyes still on Bucky.

Bucky turned his attention back to his phone.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Natasha sang as she entered the room holding a bottle in each hand.”

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anonymous asked:

oh my gosh i love your writing so much? i always look forward to seeing more of it on my dash ;u; !! would you maybe think about doing a neighbor kihyun if you have time please? i'd love to see you write it asfdpih (also i hope school isn't stressing you out too much and that you are getting enough rest and you time)

find neighbor!wonho (here) ~!

  • is picky about everything, but in a good way. like he wants to keep everything pretty and organized
  • labels his containers
  • likes his pinks, yellows, and whites. that’s what his color scheme is from his white sheets to his pink toothbrush to his yellow curtains
  • “jooheon i know that this is a gift with the best intentions, but you know my thing is stripes. im not a polka dot person. im sorry, i just am not. but ill accept these slippers anyway because i love you”
  • likes to get sewing tips from the old lady down the hall
  • nags at kids who make too much noise in front of the building and he’s always going on about respect and being polite 
  • but once he saw a cockroach in his bathtub and yelled so loud he woke up the entire floor  
  • isn’t afraid to admit that he thinks stuffed animals are cute and therefore has a giant moomin on his bed. it’s cute and yes he hugs it at night 
  • takes care of his skin so well he gets compliments from everyone because he glows like the people down at the grocery are just like omg what products do you use and kihyun will gladly share his tips. he’s a sweetheart 
  • you know kihyun because like well who doesn’t????? the kids call him uncle kihyun because he’s always scolding them and the older people refer to him as the prince of your apartment complex because he’s always dressed so fancy and does his hair well
  • but on the off-chances that you’ve seen him you haven’t ever talked with him or caught his attention
  • mostly because you’re always in a rush to get to work/school. like you’re not a morning person, but kihyun seems just dandy in the morning and you’re like how
  • and it’s on one morning that you find yourself particularly messy because you stayed up all night to finish a long paper and you forgot that you had an interview later in the afternoon but you had no time to get ready
  • so you managed to put on a decent interview outfit, but your hair? your face? your overall moral? your outlook on life?
  • bad
  • and when you get into the elevator you’re thankful that it’s just you till someone comes running down the hall and slips in last second and it’s kihyun
  • looking absolutely perfect and energized and you’re still trying to brush your hair to where it looks acceptable and maybe get something on to cover your dark circles
  • and you don’t notice but kihyun is watching you a bit and he sees you stumbling, tiredly into the train station with your bag half open and when you get into the train
  • kihyun suddenly sits beside you and you’re like uh,,,,,because there’s a bunch of free seats the stop near your house is the first stop for that line
  • and kihyun is like “here let me help you.” and you’re like ?????/
  • and he takes your brush from your hands and moves your shoulders so you’re facing him and he puts his own bag on his lap and pulls out a bunch of stuff
  • and basically gives you a makeover right than and there. and im not talking like full on makeup, im talking just the basics to help you look like you know,,,,,,,,you’re not dYing
  • and he gets the knots out of your hair, the dark circles covered, some mist sprayed on. he fixes the collar of your shirt, and even hands you a granola bar because he’s like “i can tell you didn’t eat”
  • and when he’s done you don’t feel anywhere as bad as you did when you left your house and kihyun grins because he’s like “this is the first time ive seen you smile since we got into the elevator together”
  • and you tell him that you’re thankful, that you have an interview today too and he’s like “you’ll do amazing!!!” and you’re like,,,,thank you,,,,,,,for making me look presentable,,,,,rofl
  • and when it’s your stop kihyun gives you another thumbs up and you get off and can’t help but keep smiling because,,,,,,,wow he’s,,,,,,,,so sweet?????
  • and the day just feels so much easier because of your time in the morning with kihyun and your interview goes well
  • so well that when you’re heading home you get an sns that says you passed the interview and you’re so happy you do a little dance on the platform
  • and once when you finally get home you’re surprised to see kihyun on the bench outside your building and you go over and say hello and he grins and asks about the interview
  • and before you know it you’re telling him everything that happened and when you tell him you passed he pats the top of your head and you’re like ,,,,,,o,,,,oh
  • and he’s like “i knew you could do it, you’re so hardworking - ive noticed that about you” and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,he????? noticed me??????
  • and kihyun is like “as a reward, let me go buy you some good snacks”
  • and you try to refuse, but kihyun is like no no you deserve it!! and as you shyly pick something out and head to the counter kihyun is taking out his money and the cashier is like “you two look cute together, has it already been past 100 days?”
  • and you’re speechless because omg what
  • and kihyun looks over at you with a smile and he’s like “nope! this is our first day, you could say.” and the cashier is like AW how cute
  • and you’re like alhdgjfsdds what,,,,,,,,,,,does he mean by that
  • and as you’re walking back home you want to ask but you just nibble on your snack until kihyun leans over to take a bite of your food and you’re like hEY 
  • and he’s like “so, what do you think about that?” and you’re like “what?” and he’s like “about this being our first day,,,,,,i think we can make it to 100 easily.”
  • and you’re like is he???? asking me out???? and kihyun before you guys get back inside is like “so? want to meet in the morning again and we’ll ride the train together?” and you hesitate but in a small voice you go “like,,,,,,a couple?”
  • and kihyun grins and gives you another thumbs up like “yes. like a couple.” 
  • and you’re red in the face as kihyun comes closer and you think he’s going to lean in and??????? kiss you 
  • but instead he goes “i like the messy you even more you know?” and you’re like wh,,what does that mean and he pets your head again messing it up just a bit and going over to open the door
  • and yes the next morning as you’re rushing again, you think yesterday must have been a dream
  • but when you open your door, kihyun is there by the elevator waiting for you
Anger, Sex and Confessions (Road Trip Series - Part Three)

Quick note: Please keep in mind while reading this that I’ve written it over such a long period of time (and that’s no one’s fault but my own) and that means it could honestly be the biggest pile of crap you’ve ever read, and totally not worth the wait that it has been. I’m nervous as fuck. Enjoy!

Part One: Warmth x If Looks Could Kill

Part Two: Wrong Directions and Shower Secrets

He suppressed a growl when he felt his body stiffening. The pleasure was too great for Justin to feel any sense of guilt or embarrassment when flashes of [Y/N]’s bare body entered his mind.

With care, his hand moved up and down his length but he knew it wouldn’t be long before his speed increased. His heart thumped rapidly against his ribcage and the steam started to suffocate him, he was determined to see himself through, despite having a lightheaded sensation in his head.  

He did with success. He knew he’d spent far too long in the shower, so long that the rest of the group were likely to be getting suspicious, but all of those worries left his brain when he felt himself falling over the edge.

Leaving his lips, pants and gasps bounced off the shower wall and returned back to their rightful owner almost immediately. Justin tried to bite the inside of his cheek to hold back the voicing of his pleasure but he knew he could only do so much.

The hot water mixed with his juices that managed to reach his stomach while he continued to stroke himself through the bliss that took its time to subside, as though it didn’t want to leave him. Justin would admit the feeling was mutual.

Feeling dizzy, he took a few minutes to let the water wash over his body and cleanse him of his actions that he was starting to feel slightly regretful of.

Stepping out of the shower only minutes later and panting breathlessly, Justin quickly trapped the heat against his body by wrapping the towel around his waist. He felt his cheeks burning and he was sure if he wasn’t dripping wet, he’d have sweat running down his forehead.

He felt relaxed, and at ease with no tension anywhere in his body. Looking in the mirror, even as it was steamed up, he could see the deep redness in his cheeks.

He shut the shower door before opening the bathroom one in front of him. The fact he’d made sure to wrap the towel around him quickly meant nothing when the cold air sent a shiver through his entire body and gave him the sensation of being given shock treatment.

The rest of the group were lounging around in front of the TV, and [Y/N]’s eyes met his own and he couldn’t help but smirk as she rapidly switched her attention to the TV once more, pretending their gaze hadn’t clicked momentarily.

He walked into the bedroom and didn’t bother turning the light switch   before closing the door and walking around to the far side of the room where his things were sprawled carelessly. He couldn’t help but catch a glance of red lace poking out of [Y/N]’s suitcase, and he had to quickly turn away to forget about it.

He dropped the towel from his body and pulled the boxers up his legs and over his junk. He grabbed some sweatpants out of his bag and threw them on. Water droplets hit his cheeks as his hair stuck up without direction. He ran his hand through it before grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head as he aimed for the bedroom door.

Out in the main room, things were just as they were a few seconds ago, just as he expected. Once again, [Y/N] shifted her gaze onto him for only a moment. She was spread out across the couch that would have otherwise had a free seat. The floor was cold beneath his feet and he refused to sit on it. She didn’t budge as he walked closer to her.

“Move,” he said. She didn’t react nor did she show any sign of acknowledgement. “Move,“ he repeated, just a little louder.

"As you can see, this couch is currently taken,” she replied, her eyes on the TV.

“Maybe so, but it could also be taken by two if you moved your fat ass,” he hissed, taking a hold of her legs and trying to pull them off of the couch.

“Fucking hell, sit here,” Kylie said, standing abruptly. Justin watched in annoyance as [Y/N] moved her feet out of the way so Kylie could sit down.

The room was quiet apart from the TV, and Justin could sense it was almost awkward, no one was in a hurry to say anything to break it however. He bounced his leg on the floor mindlessly and rested his hands on his stomach.

“Okay, I can’t hold it in any longer. We saw you guys cuddling this morning,” Khalil exclaimed as a grin burst out onto his face. He looked like he was ready to explode.

Justin instantly scoffed, and [Y/N] imitated him. “You’re talking shit, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, feeling his heart rate pick up.

“I figured you’d say that,” Khalil replied and did the one thing Justin was silently praying he wouldn’t do; he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Looking over at [Y/N], he could see she had a mix of panic, worry and confusion across her face. He shifted his gaze back to Khalil who was ready to reveal the proof. And when he did, Justin held back a groan.

On his phone was a photo Justin was expecting simply because he remembered exactly how he’d woken up that morning; [Y/N]’s back pressed against his chest, his arm around her comfortably.

“Care to explain?” It was Kendall’s turn to grin.

“You want an explanation?” Justin asked while [Y/N] sat quietly, almost stunned. “We’re secret fuck buddies. Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t hear us last night the way I was giving it to her-“

"Justin!” [Y/N] hissed. “That is not true.”

"Well, that’s what they want? Isn’t it?” he spat and shocked expressions took over three of the faces staring at him. “Of course nothing’s going on between us. I can’t stand her, I can’t stand her bitchy attitude, and anyone who’d be willing to even hold her hand must be out of their mind, besides,” Justin muttered mindlessly, pointing in [Y/N]’s direction before slumping back against the couch. "I can do way better than a bitch like her.”

She didn’t want to be quick to say it hurt, but she could feel a deep snag in her heart, as though someone had shoved a knife through her chest but it had caught and tangled in her veins.

The silence made it worse; it either meant no one was fazed by Justin’s comment, or they had realised it was a little too much so sudden. Either way, [Y/N] jumped to her feet and aimed for the door without letting the thought process. It was as though all of her insecurities had been brought to the surface in a harsh attempt to drown her and she couldn’t help but feel her eyes swimming in tears.

Justin watched the TV without taking notice. She slipped her shoes on and thanked the warm weather that she was able to leave without grabbing a coat. She made an effort to slam the door behind her.

The air gave her a hard slap to the face, but she felt better with the fresh air filling her lungs, even the sight of the trees waving softly made her feel somewhat at ease.

She walked, she wasn’t sure what direction or how far, but she passed nothing but green land and the odd yellow patches until the sun started to sink before the landscape. It caused her to flinch away as it glared at her, burning her retinas without remorse.

Birds flew over her head, chirping excitedly and frightening her when they swooped just a little lower than usual. There was soft rustling in the bushes but she decided it was nothing she should worry about.There was a gush of wind attacking her back with so much force, she felt her body being ushered forwards.

****

It’d been a few hours since she’d left and since she hadn’t even thought of her phone as she stormed out, there was no way for her to have contact with anyone. She was grateful for it a few hours ago, but the sun was leaving her and she was no longer as warm as she had been, and suddenly, not as confident that she’d be able to get back.

She turned around on her heels suddenly and started to stumble back where she’d come from. With a little bit of panic in her system, the ground no longer seemed so perfectly laid out before her. The air seemed like ice on her skin, she wrapped her arms around her body.

The sky looked as though it was ablaze; the blue that once looked like an ocean in the sky had transformed into a mixture of reds and yellows, it looked like someone had painted it, maybe even just for her. She could see the last edge of the sun leave behind the hills and the sky became even darker. She tried not to worry but the air was getting colder by the second and she could no longer feel her fingers.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been; minutes, possibly hours, but she managed to find her way back eventually. It was just as the sky turned a deep blue, going on black, colour. She felt fatigue wash over her body while walking towards the door. The lights were still on and the place looked just as it had done when she left, with a little more life to it now that it was the only light source outside.

She felt a sense of awkwardness crawl into her body when she walked inside; her hurt and embarrassment had somewhat subsided and she wasn’t feeling at all up to the possible gazes she may just get as she meets their faces. It happened, no matter how much she wanted to run away for a few more hours.

"Where the fuck have you been?!” Kylie shot towards her and grabbed her by the arm, her hands were warm and [Y/N] appreciated it. “You’ve been gone hours.”

"Sorry, I just needed some fresh air, that’s all.” She shrugged as though it was nothing, as though she hadn’t gotten lost and began to panic. “I’m fine, honestly.”

"Yeah, now, we didn’t know that an hour ago,” Kendall pointed out as she sat on the edge of the couch. Khalil was stood behind her, leaning against the back of the couch.

A sudden emotion set into [Y/N]’s body and she knew all it could be was guilt; she’d been so caught up in thinking about herself and her own emotions, she didn’t seem to think about the fact that she’d left with no explanation.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I should have said something, I didn’t mean to worry you.” She sent them an apologetic smile while a flush creeped up to her cheeks. “Forgive me?” 

The worried looks were still being sent her way, but after hugs and more apologies from [Y/N], everything was resolved, much to her relief. Sighing, she dropped down onto the couch.

“Are you okay?” Kylie dared to ask what the other two seemed to be wanting to by the way they nodded.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just needed to clear my head, that’s all,” she replied with a strong element of truth behind her words. “I think I’m gonna go get some rest though.”

“Do you wanna swap-“

“I’ll be okay, he’s probably asleep anyway. Night.” [Y/N] sent smiles to the three of them before making her way across the room to her bedroom door, kicking her shoes off as she did so. She could see the light through the small gap underneath the door and felt her heart come alive in her chest.

Her eyes met Justin sat on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hands. When the door opened, he was quick to turn to see who had walked through it and when his eyes clocked [Y/N], he jumped to his feet.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he hissed the same words Kylie had, taking her by surprise. “You’ve been gone for hours!”

“That’s none of your business,” she muttered, suddenly avoiding eye contact as though if she met his eyes, she’d lose all strength.

“Well, believe it or not, it kinda is. If you hadn’t have come back, I’d never have been able to live with myself.”

“What you said hurt,” she murmured, “but don’t flatter yourself.”

“Where did you go?”

“Why do you care?”

He sighed heavily. “I don’t know, [Y/N], okay? But I do.”

[Y/N] didn’t know what to say so she didn’t attempt to think of anything. The mere fact that Justin had been worried about her while she was gone was enough to throw her off track. It stayed quiet for a while, Justin’s confession was hanging painfully exposed in the air, and she used that time to climb under the warmth of the covers.

“I’m sorry,” Justin rasped.

“What for?”

“You know what for, for what I said.”

“I’m over it, I don’t care.” She played with the edge of the covers to stop herself from looking over at Justin’s bare back.

“Are you?” he asked and, finally, laid back against the pillows. They laid side by side, completely still, as though they were scared that whoever moved first would lose the battle.

“Totally.”

Justin rolled over onto his side. His head rested against the palm of his hand and his eyes burned into the side of [Y/N]’s face. She itched to return his gaze.

“..I enjoyed being with you, holding you, I mean. It felt nice.”

His confessions were piling up and she knew his ways too well to not question whether it was just another one of his games. She stayed quiet.

“Why won’t you look at me?” he asked with confusion lacing and decorating his tone.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” She finally found the strength to look at him, and when she did, she could see colour swirling around his pupils.

He shrugged and bit the inside of his cheek. “I guess I’m just tired of pretending that I don’t care for you when all I want to do is compliment you.”

“Where is this coming from?” she asked; she couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Justin sighed again, and ran a hand through his jungle of hair. “I guess when you left, it scared me. I didn’t know where you were or if you were okay, or even if you were coming back. It made me realise that I do care about you,” he said before letting out a large breath of air. He looked worried, he’d never looked like that in front of her.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. She wanted to tell him that she was enjoying his warmth, and that she’d like him to come closer, but she didn’t.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. I know this is sudden. We can just go to sleep and forget everything if you want.”

His words echoed in her mind like a record threatening to skip and start all over again. She didn’t want to sleep, at least not without him close. She wanted him to keep saying nice things to her, as selfish as that sounded. She liked the new Justin, and she couldn’t help but remember how his arms felt firmly around her waist.

He was still watching her closely, and she hadn’t any control over the next words that left her lips.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widened and he took the characteristics of an ice statue for a few seconds. [Y/N] half expected water to start gliding his temple at any moment, and she was sure if it reached his cheek it would sizzle.

However, in the next few seconds he transformed into something wild. He leaped forward and grabbed her face in his hands, making her gasp, but not in surprise. His lips were hot and relaxed her whole body immediately. Their kisses were hungry, that kind of hungry you feel when you haven’t eaten since breakfast and it’s late in the evening.

She’d never heard him moan before, only groan in annoyance at her. She quickly decided she loved the sound and wanted more.

Justin hovered about her, careful not to touch her too much in case she didn’t want to go further. He moved his fingers up her arms and pulled her hands up over her head and held them tightly in his grip. Her tongue grazed against his own and he wanted nothing more than to bite down.

Taking a chance, he abandoned the grasp he had on her hands and moved his left hand to the end of her shirt, letting his fingers wander underneath. When she didn’t resist, he moved them further up towards the very edge of her bra. He could feel lace and growled like a hungry animal into the back of her throat. This made her curve her chest up into him.

“Justin,” she whispered because again she was lost for words.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes switching between hers. She nodded and threw her head back against the fluffy pillows.

His hand almost ripped the shirt from her body with eagerness. A rush of lust released into this body, causing him to grip her hips tighter than he planned. It wasn’t long before the fabric hiding her boobs was thrown behind him. Justin didn’t hesitate to bring his mouth around her left nipple to hear her whimper.

He realised he took great pleasure in hearing her make such delicate noises that floated so wonderfully into his ear and sent tingles running down his neck and spreading to deeper parts of his body. It was something - after all the arguments and miscommunication - he never thought he would feel.

“Definitely,” she replied, pulling his lips against her own by grabbing his neck. “Please don’t take your time.”

He didn’t have to be told twice and became increasingly eager as he took the beginning of her sweatpants in his fingertips. [Y/N]’s skin was warm under his touch. He pulled them down her long legs with a rapidly beating heart, and felt as though it was seconds from coming to a halt once they’d been dropped to the floor and her legs were for him to look at.

An almost inaudible moan left the back of his throat, it would have gone unnoticed if it wasn’t for the strong silence around them, almost like it was waiting for what was to follow.

“I didn’t realise just how much I wanted this until now,” Justin murmurs quietly, unsure if [Y/N] caught what he’d said. His hands venture to the hem of her underwear. “May I?”

“Please,” she whispered.

With a pounding heart and a threatening hard on, Justin just managed to take his time while dragging her underwear down her legs, giving them the same destiny as her sweatpants as he launched them to the floor.

“You’re wearing too much material,” [Y/N] said, indicating to the shorts he was wearing. Justin merely smirked and got to his feet.

With a heart racing wildly in her chest, [Y/N] watched without trying to look too eager. Although when his shorts were off and laying discarded on top of her own, she was sure her breathing was about to stop.

“D’you want a little strip tease?” Justin asked, his infamous grin plastered on his lips as he swayed his hips from left to right gently, wiggling his ass to nonexistent music. “I’ve been told I have excellent stripper skills.”

[Y/N] couldn’t help but laugh, and realised it was probably the first time she’d laughed at him without the joke being at his expense. “Just get over here before I dry up like the desert.”

“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he smirked and gained speed while pulling his boxers down the bottom half of his body. She took the inside of her cheek between her teeth as she felt the heat rush to her cheeks.

He reached over to his bag with a rapid pace and returned with a condom packet that was ripped open and covering him in a matter of seconds. The look of desire in his eye was obvious if the sudden movements didn’t make it clear.

“Ready?” he whispered, towering over her body with his hands resting firmly beside her head. [Y/N] could see his breath becoming heavier by the second.

“More than.”

Justin let his hands slip up and down her sides before pushing his hips forward. There was a tense moment between the two while they allowed reality to set in, but Justin smashed through it was a moan of appreciation against the skin of [Y/N]’s neck.

“How I’ve managed to resist you for this long is a mystery,” he muttered, holding back the desire to bite down on her neck.

She didn’t reply, but simply pushed her hips up as far as she could, feeling Justin’s own slam against hers as a result. [Y/N] watched his jaw tightened for a mere few seconds.

“Talk to me,” he breathed as he lowered himself so that he was closer to her. Their heat radiated off of each other without any trouble. “D’you like that?”

She nodded before she responded. “Y-yes,” she said, needing to catch her breath. “Please don’t stop.” Her nails were digging exceptionally hard into his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to have a problem.

“I’d be an idiot to stop, I wanna know what you’re like when you cum,” he grinned madly, and [Y/N] sensed movement lower down her body. She thought nothing of it until a warm sensation, similar to before, pressed down on her clit.

“Oh fuck,” [Y/N] whispered, letting her eyes fall shut while her body stayed tense. She gripped Justin’s shoulders with the tips of her fingers instead of her nails. “Justin..”

“I know, I know, I know. That’s good, right?” he whispered, becoming impossibly close to her. “All those arguments seem so pointless when we could’ve been doing this the whole time,” he rasped, slamming his hips closer to her.

“We’re idiots,” she chuckled in agreement, but was quickly taken over by the tightening in her stomach. Her heart began to race rapidly.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he muttered so quietly [Y/N] had to wonder if he was talking to her or himself.

It was clear he was coming close; his thrusts took a turn and became harder as each one took place, but they became less coordinated, like Justin was losing control of his hips.

“[Y/N]..” Justin’s voice trailed off into what was barely a whisper, as though the intended words had been stolen from his lips.

“Cum for me,” she whispered encouragingly, meanwhile feeling her own climax approaching.

“I want to see you cum first, I want to feel you cum first. Do that for me.”

There was a certain pressure that did [Y/N] a world of favours; the idea of Justin watching her, his eyes burning into her, send her stomach doing backflips. She pushed her hips up confidently and felt the familiar feeling of falling over the edge.

“C’mon, baby,” he muttered into her ear. His voice was shaky, as though he was holding back on something he was seconds from losing control of. “Cum for me. Right now.”

[Y/N] did just that. Aware of the fact that there were three other people currently in other rooms, she bit down on her bottom lip, but it didn’t stop a squeal emitting from the back of her throat thanks to Justin’s fingers working their magic on her clit faster than she thought possible. It calmed down into a whine that caused Justin to slam into her with what felt like his entire power.

“Fuck, I’m there,” he panted and took a firm hold of her hips. The speed in which Justin began to pound into her extended her orgasm for a few moments longer, letting the bliss last.

His eyes scrunched closed while his jaw clenched tightly. He looked absolutely wonderful and [Y/N] soaked in his beauty in that moment. The moans and grunts that clashed together in the air around them caused an entire new wave of pleasure through her body and she had to try to not let it show.

A minute later and the air was filled with heat, panting and awkwardness. Justin had sunk down beside her and they both lay staring at the ceiling, not touching each other for the first time in a long while that night. Suddenly feeling very bare, [Y/N] pulled the sheets over her body.

“Are you regretting it?” Justin asked.

Alarmed, she answered. “No, are you?”

“Not in the slightest.” He rolled over to look at her, she stared a little longer at the ceiling. “Is it gonna be awkward between us now, or can we just skip over that and do it again?”

“It’s only awkward if we make it awkward,” she replied and shuffled further down the bed and rolled onto her side so that her face was in line with his own.

“..You’re so beautiful.” It was unexpected, and it sent a red hot flush to [Y/N]’s cheeks. Justin noticed. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve called you over the years.”

“We both said things, it was fair. Good game, by the way, you can definitely throw some hits,” she chuckled. ‘We’ll call it a tie.”

“Deal,” Justin grinned. “Can I kiss you now?” he asked, before leaning closer. [Y/N] happily closed the space between them.

It felt strange to be happily kissing someone she thought she despised for such a long time, and Justin wondered how he’d been missing something so wonderful for far too many years. He didn’t dwell on it for too long however; [Y/N]’s ran her tongue across his own and he realised there were far too many new things to experience with her to be dwelling on the past.

༺ in the open ✧ bella hadid

❝ and oh — did she quiver with anticipation at the excitement that may ensue. ❞

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The wind fell short as we shuffled into the nearly vacant bus, digits curled around the dark handle of my suitcase as I haphazardly trailed behind Bella. Despite the only other occupants being a gentle elder woman nose deep in a classic piece of text and the impatient driver glaring at us ( as if somehow that would get us to move any faster ), she still found her way to the very back, her own luggage settled in the chair up front. I quickly copied her actions, finding my way right by her side; no space found as the heat of her exposed thigh pressed up against mine. 

And with that, the hour and a half long trip began, droopy eyelids settling and headphones gently playing in one ear while Bella made minuscule observations of the passing landscape into the other. It was serene, really. Watching the way the sun shone against her porcelain skin and captured the very essence of her smile. She was my best friend, and she was beautiful. 

It was about a third into the trip that I had felt it. The back of a smooth palm gently brushing against my kneecap, a spurt of shivers instantly following in reply. My head snapped to attention, eyebrows furrowing curiously in both question and caution; what exactly was she attempting to go for? 

My gaze quickly averted to the grand rearview mirror in the very front of the bus; as if terrified the bus driver had noticed that. But what could he have noticed? A girl accidentally bumping into another in the most innocent sense? It was innocent, wasn’t it? 

And that’s all I presumed it to be— innocent. So I went back into my own world, eyelids drooping in an eager attempt to find my way into sleep. 

However, no more than five minutes could’ve passed before I felt that same feeling. Her skin against mine; this time, more bold. She gently pushed my legs open, her digits curiously traveling against the flesh of my inner thigh; a trail of goosebumps following in her wake. My eyes shot open, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. 

“Bels, what are ya doing, darling?” I mutter, daring to meet her gaze. 

“I’m… experimenting, you could call it.” She replies, so matter of fact and final yet holding that same coquettish lilt it always did. Her eyes, bright and seductive, were darker than usual, a deep shade I’d yet to discover before this moment. It could only be classified as lust. 

And in that moment, our lips encountered one another, the smell of strawberry chapstick infiltrating my senses. My eyes widened in shock, and for a moment I can’t necessarily process just what’s happened. But within seconds, I melt into it, our lips molding for a second before pulling away. The bus driver doesn’t even notice. 

Of course, I feel the need to mention it anyway. 

“Bella, we’re on a bus.” I chastise, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as my fingers grazed over my lips. I can’t shake off the overwhelming sensation of wanting more, vying for that renewed feeling of how soft she felt against me. All the meanwhile, her fingers stay teasingly at my inner thigh, phantoms of patterns gently painted. 

“That’s why it’s exciting.” She answers lowly, and I can feel a shiver run down my spine. I want to throw caution to the wind, I do, but my inhibitions are fighting me. Yet, I feel it, that heat pooling between my legs. She so easily had an effect on me with the simplest of touches. But it was the way she looked, and the tone of her voice, and g o d, her fingers on my thigh. 

“We shouldn’t…” I protest, weak; halfhearted. She simply chuckles, her head dipping down to press against the exposed skin of my shoulder. I can feel her teeth sinking into it, harsh in the most pleasurable sense, her fingers growing closer to where I want them with every second that agonizingly passed. 

My breath grew so shallow in such a short amount of time, and I was unsure if I was shaking out of the sheer anticipation of her touching me, or by the fact that at any second, someone could notice; whether the driver or the old lady, it didn’t matter. But I knew one thing: I was shaking because of how I didn’t care. 

Because at this exact moment, I knew I could keep trying to get her to stop. To say it’s wrong, to say we’ll get caught. But I didn’t want her to. I wanted to unravel for the aspiring supermodel next to me, melt into the way her chocolate tresses framed the porcelain skin of her picturesque face as she sucked on my skin, cerulean gaze darkened with lust as they stared at me. 

My breath hitched in my throat when she finally grazed her fingers against the practically sheer lace of my panties, gripping onto the back of the seat in front of me haphazardly.

“Oh.” I whispered shakily— not necessarily expecting how overwhelming that had been. The cold of her hand against the heat of my aching cunt was enough to send another gush right into my panties.

“Are you already so wet for me, baby?” She teases, pulling away from my shoulder. I can see the dark marks forming already. She soothes it with one last kiss, her fingers rubbing at my cunt through the fabric of my panties; my hips bucking into her hand desperately. I don’t know why I needed this so much. Why the thought of my best friend getting me off inside a bus made me so damn turned on. 

“So wet.” I reply shakily, barely able to spit it out through the shallowness of my breaths. 

“Tell me how bad you want my fingers inside you. Tell me how tight you are.”

“I want it so bad. I want to drench your fingers in my cum. You can make me feel so good. Please, p l e a s e. Please put…” I have to pause momentarily as her fingers apply a slight pressure against my throbbing clit. Close my eyes and enjoy it. But as soon as I stop talking, her fingers stop moving. So I continue. 

“… put your fingers deep in my pussy, Bels. I’ll wrap around them like a good girl, ride your fingers and let you stretch me out while you watch. Whisper your name. Let my cum stain these bus seats.” 

“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” And she relents. Finally. My panties pushed to the side, a single finger slipping in. It’s not enough. Not nearly. And it’s so slow. Painfully slow. I want more. So much more. 

“Don’t tease.” 

“Don’t be greedy.” She coos, her finger curling up and hitting my sweet spot as if I remind me she has complete control of the situation. That I never even had it for a second. 

My hips rock against her hand desperately, aching for it. For her to pound into me, for the sound of her fingers pumping into my slick little cunt to fill my ears but not the bus, for that release. 

“Please.” My fingers grip onto the bus seat, free hand digging nails into her shoulder; nearly breaking skin. It’s almost too much teasing. All the anticipation built up so much, I could explode right here, right now, without her doing any more than this. 

“Three, please. My pussy n e e d s it.” I practically beg, my voice coming out in a low whine. Bella’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, slipping in two other fingers. It stretches me, pain and pleasure in a beautiful mix as I let out a low moan without meaning to. Bella’s hand slams over my mouth to silence me, and I see a glint in her eyes. 

It’s mischievous. 

Without giving me time to adjust, she begins to pound into me, and I can see my juices sliding everywhere. Down my thighs, onto her hand, the bus seat. I’m fighting to throw my head back in pleasure. To know that Bella of all people was showing my poor little cunt no mercy, curling up into my sweetest spot and ramming into it without a second thought was enough to get me off, and to have the actual feeling of that occurring added onto it left me on the verge of tears the the pleasure, every inch of my body shaking with excitement. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” I whimper out, my hips jerking against her hand sloppily. 

“It feels so good.” 

“Oh, right there!”

“Oh, just like that Bella!” 

I can’t seem to shut up. Every part of my brain is telling me to scream out as I approach my climax, as Bella pounds into my little pussy. I’m so close I can taste it. I’m so close, my chest heaving up and down rapidly in pleasure as I bounce against Bella’s fingers, my gaze never leaving hers. 

Her thumb kneads my clit encouragingly, clockwise circles creating stars in my vision as it throbs with each round she makes. 

“Cum for me, baby.” She purrs, so sweet and seductive simultaneously; and I do. 

I let it all go, a silent scream escaping. My mouth wide open, my back arched off the seat, my nails so deep in Bella’s shoulder it draws blood. All while she continues to fuck me through it, never seeming to let loose. 

My toes curl and my eyes squeeze shot, entire body shaking with the overwhelming pleasure. It feels like a lifetime. 

Only once I come down from it all does she slip out of me, though my legs stay spread as she brings up her fingers to her lips, sucking it in and licking up every last inch of my cum. 

“So sweet.” She moaned, popping her fingers out. 

“I wonder what it would taste like directly from the source.” 

༺ Hi, guys! It’s been way too long since I’ve written, but I got so much inspiration to write this, and I thought of no one better to restart my blog with than my baby Bella. I hope you all continue to support me as I start fresh, and that you enjoyed this smut. Much love, Julietta.

Auston Matthews #4

PART TWO

Anonymous said: Pls write more Auston Matthews! I live for it! 😊

Anonymous said: Can you please do more Auston Matthews imagines. Your writing is THE best!!

A/N: Honestly I just can’t stop writing Auston imagines and I’m not even sorry.. But also I swear I’m getting to everyones requests!! But yeah, thank you guys!! Hope you liked this :)

Word Count: 1,275

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“I can’t believe I’m letting you drag me to this stupid thing,” you grumbled while walking up the driveway with Steph by your side. After hours of trying to get out of being here, here is exactly where you ended up - here being Connor Brown’s house where a handful of people were enjoying some drinks by the fire.

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“Can I be him?” - Part II

At first, you believed it was a good idea to ask Eggsy for the biggest favor he could ever do – pretend to be your boyfriend. However, you are a bundle of nerves at the garden party because suddenly you are scared of what your heart wants. 

Warning: None
Eggsy Unwin x Reader 
Part TWO of the ‘Can I Be Him?’ - Series

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School Crush

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Request: Hey, I was wondering if you were able to do an imagine with Peter Parker x reader where the reader only ever hangs out and is friends with girls but starts developing a huge crush with peter while doing a project together? Can the reader be really shy and introverted and a huge nerd? PS I loved your first Peter Parker imagine you did

A/N: Geez… If you’re talking about the first Peter Parker imagine I did, that must mean this one is wayyy overdue. Hope you like this one, sorry it took me so long! ALSO, my undereducated (my fault), dumb North-European self had no idea if this is the kind of subject people do projects in school OR if all the little info I made the reader say is like common knowledge in there. So excuse me and the school system we have i here. We don’t learn about inventors that much. No requests for a second part, please.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Words: 3,244

Warnings: “third base” is mentioned once, some (harmless) name-calling between friends


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Second Chances

Words: 10.1k

Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @florallylester made a moodboard for this and I’m crying


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RIP To My Youth pt. 2

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: It’s the next day and despite the nerves, Y/N is ready to show off her new look to everyone at school. How will they react? With the Vixens tryouts right around the corner and unwelcomed run-ins with Jughead, support from other members of the scooby gang will be needed.

Warnings: Just a few swears it’s all good. 

Word Count: 4343 (Yeah I know it’s pretty long so yano, make yourself a cup of tea, sit down, get comfy and give it a read)



You know in those cliché teen movies where the protagonist walks through the halls of their high school and it’s all in slow motion with some kind of empowering music playing in the background and it’s just completely over dramatic? 

Well, that’s pretty much exactly what I felt like walking into school today, whether that was a good thing or not was an entirely different issue. I was turning heads, to say the least; I put so much effort into my appearance today that I kinda felt like if I didn’t achieve this response I would have completely failed. I tried my best to keep up a confident demeanour, and to my surprise, I was holding up rather well. I think that little pep talk I had with myself in the mirror this morning might have actually worked, hell yes.  

 My burgundy dress clung to my body as I glided down the hallway, ignoring the stares I was receiving a little further up I could see Archie, Ronnie and Kevin in a group by their lockers, they were deep in conversation and hadn’t spotted me yet. Unfortunately for me, in order to get to them, I was going to have to walk past the vast majority of the football team, who were all laughing about something in a group by their lockers.

 My heart sped up and I could feel my pulse quicken, I prayed they wouldn’t say anything as my usual encounters with them usually involved them teasing me in some petty juvenile way. 

As I passed them I held my breath and to my dismay but also surprisingly I was met with a symphony of cat calls, without thinking I turned my head to look at them, I made direct eye contact with the big man on campus himself Reggie Mantle, he just looked at me arms folded leaning against his locker and smirked. I was surprised because usually, he’d call me a freak or something uncreative like Wednesday Adams which Jughead and I had both been called numerous times throughout our years here.  I rolled my eyes rising above it and quickly made my way over to the three familiar faces by the lockers.

 “OH MY GOD” Veronica nearly yelled as she eyed me up and down when I stood next to her, “oh my god is right, YES why didn’t you tell us you were going all extreme makeover, that dress and your hair is literally giving me life right now” Kevin said with a look of amazement in his eyes. “Well, I thought I needed a little change,” I said laughing at the look on their faces. “You look amazing Y/N, I can’t get over this” Ronnie continued, she proceeded to literally poke me in the face, I looked at her as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing’, “sorry I just had to make sure this was real” a big smile was now painted across her face. “I think you broke Archie” Kevin motioned to the red headed boy whose mouth was wide open. Kevin’s words immediately brought Archie out of whatever strange trance he was in “H-hey Y/N, sorry it’s just really weird seeing you look so, so” Archie started “So hot!” Veronica finished. This made all of us laugh in unison.

“I was actually wondering if you two would come shopping with me this weekend, If I’m going to keep up this look I’m gonna need help from the experts” I motioned towards Kevin and Ronnie. “Of course! We will be your fashion fairy godparents, ready to give you all the style advice and direction you need” Veronica said looking at Kevin who nodded in approval of her statement.  

“Thank you guys so much” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Sorry Arch, I’d ask you too but I don’t think girly shopping trips are really your forte” I said looking at Archie.

 “Don’t worry no offence taken you’re right, but maybe I can meet you guys at Pop’s afterwards?” Archie replied. “But of course Archiekins, after a day of retail therapy Pop’s milkshakes are the only way to regain one’s strength” Veronica answered.

 “Oh my god I completely forgot to mention, Cheryl’s having a party at her house this Saturday too, apparently her parents are heading out of town to meet with a private investigator and she’s throwing a party to celebrate her mother giving her back the River Vixens and the new recruit she’s picking after school, so naturally I got the whole gang invited, Veronica Lodge does not disappoint” Ronnie said clapping her hands and grinning, this was met with the rest of us grinning excitedly and thanking her.

 However all I could now think of was that damn audition today, I’d almost forgotten about it, this news of a party being thrown practically in honour of the new recruit was enough to turn the butterflies in my stomach into grenades. The bell signalling the start of first period cut off this thought and brought me right back into reality. “Oh god, we’d better get going, see you guys in the student lounge at lunch break?” Kevin asked, we all agreed to meet there and went our separate ways.

 What class did I have first today? Shit, it was English. My stomach dropped and the grenades started exploding in a far fiercer manor. Jughead was in this class, what the hell was I going to do. Taking a deep breath I started walking rather slowly, in some last ditch effort to delay what was to come; however, in the back of my mind, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to escape the inevitable.  

 By the time I reached my class everyone was already inside and the teacher had begun talking, great if I wasn’t nervous enough to see Jughead I’d have to do the awkward “dash to my seat/ apologise for being late” stunt.

 I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door to the classroom, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Walking in I looked at the teacher who had a surprised look on her face, “ah sorry I’m late Mrs Jackson” I said, before I could scan the room for a seat, the teacher quickly added “oh I didn’t know we were getting a new student today, why isn’t there an office aid with you?”

 What the fuck, did she really think I was a new student; honestly I didn’t think I looked THAT different. Then again she was pretty damn old, needless to say, I was still rather embarrassed. I heard some muffled laughs coming from the students already seated, ignoring them I looked at my teacher, in hope of her getting a better look at my face “Uh Mrs Jackson, it’s Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve been in this class all year” I said trying to sound as polite as possible, the muffled laughter continued “oh so It is! I’m so sorry dear you look quite different today, please take a seat and try not to be late next time” I gave her a flat smile and turned to scan the room.

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modern! alarkling headanons:

- there are two windows on each side of the bed and his blinds are always down
- alina: ‘um why don’t you let some light in it’s a nice sunny day ou-’
aleksander: [laughs in that pretentious way of his like he’s been carrying the weight of the world for centuries] oh, alina, my dear alina, alina, alina… i’m ancient, alina……….. also, (alina,) it’s very aesthetically pleasing
- Old Married CoupleTM
- speaking of, they never actually marry but he tells her she has his heart and alina rolls her eyes in quiet acceptance and that’s kind of the same thing
- black sheets, dark gray curtains, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling
- he makes alina roll her eyes so much she actually develops a rare muscle tick no doctor can explain
- alina: i have this headache-
aleksander: *walks in*
alina: there it is
- they really want a pet but ofc they have to fight on this too so they end up with two: a white cat that’s the same colour as alina’s hair and a black pomeranian that literally looks like a ball of fluffy shadows
- nutella pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner
- alina has a perpetual frown and aleksander has a resting bitch face so you can bet there’s always a free seat for them on the train/subway
- he has nightmares too and they’re actually very violent and draining so alina just wraps her arms around him and presses her nose against his shoulder until he stops shaking and then she starts drawing lazy circles of light (warm and soothing by definition) over his naked skin to calm him down
- he’s the tall and brooding one but she’s the one people should look out for
- valentino dresses and armani suits
- aleksander praises himself on his newfound self-control and composure
- that is, until he sees alina with nothing but his shirt on and deadass forgets how to function
- sometimes he literally has to hook a finger into alina’s collar to hold her back bc yes she’s usually very quiet and patient and kind but the moment someone drives her over the edge she’s throwing hands and flip-flops (if necessary)
- everyone treats them like a married couple too?? even tho they’re not??
- shadow play!!!!!!
- snow angels
- he freckles in the sun and alina always makes fun of him
- + moles!! he’ll get like five new moles everytime he goes out so he has to walk with those giant ass rich widow hats (not all year round tho, july-august are probably the worst bc it’s just unbearably hot and sunny)
- he’s still very closed off and distant (especially in public) in front of other people but the minute he’s alone with his sunshine? he melts like an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day
- they never really say “i love you” but they just. know.
- she knows in the way he brushes her messy pixie haircut behind her ear and his hand lingers a moment too long, almost like he’s awestruck and he knows in the way she smiles at the shadows sometimes, like they remind her of him /they do/ and the extra spoon of sugar she puts in his coffee bc she knows him so well
- sometimes if alina is too tired from work she’ll make him read her fairytales bc he has a very soothing voice, simultaneously lulling her to sleep and making her acutely aware of his presence
- lush who?? they can make their own bathbombs using their grisha powers - he can make cool swirling shadows and alina can make the water look like liquid starlight
- and then they take a nice relaxing bath. together.
- he makes her shadow puppets when she’s sick (or upset/grumpy) and tells her stories his mom used to tell him when he was a kid
- alina: “*yanks curtains open* rise and shine you lazy ass it’s a beautiful day!!
aleksander: it’s literally -15 degrees and the sun’s nowhere to be seen
alina: ?? i’m here??
- (both) probably very into lana del rey

I was bought tickets on United by the the organizers of the Juno Live Reading this past weekend. To LA and back to Seattle I had to change planes in SF. ALL FOUR FLIGHTS were overbooked. Completely packed with them begging for volunteers to get be bumped.

I tried to check-in online for the return flight the night before but it wouldn’t show my seat assignment and online check-in was being problematic, so I got to the airport early so I could try and figure out what the problem was.

When I got there and went to the kiosk it said all of the free seats on both LAX-SFO and SFO-SEA planes were taken, even though I had tickets that had been paid for. The only way I could get on the plane was to purchase almost $100 worth of economy plus seats.

When I got to the gate in LAX there was a line at customer service with at least 50-60 disgruntled people waiting in it. They do that shit on purpose. They overbook and make people pay extra. Such a fucking scam.

I never fly United because they are shitty but they were “free” tickets purchased by someone else for me (that I didn’t realize I would end up having to pay for) so I thought “What the hell…one trip…it’ll be fine”. But every single flight had oversold.

Oh yeah, and on two of the flights the flight attendants said they couldn’t pass out drinks and snacks, only water, because of slight turbulence. Hmmmph. Yeah? Or are you just trying to rip people off in every way possible?

By the time I got to Seattle I was reminded why I don’t fly United and will never again.

THEN I hopped online to learn that just a few hours prior another passenger, an Asian doctor, had been beaten bloody and dragged off of his United flight for not giving up the seat he had paid for. I was not surprised in the slightest because United sucks. It’s a racket.

I am just pissed. Holy hell.

Don’t fly United. Fuck United.

I hope they get the shit sued out of them.

*When they first offered vouchers for volunteering to be bumped I thought…hmmmmm…..but then realized I’d have to use them on another United flight and they can go to hell. So, nah.


****EDITED TO ADD A POINT OF REFERENCE - one-way tickets from LAX to SEATAC regularly cost between $80-120. What I was made to pay to get on the plane was the cost of a whole new ticket.

have some headcanons

• when Ice listens to rock/alternative, he will always be seen air drumming

• ice’s room is warm and he really feels comfortable that way! It’s probably because of all the technology that’s in his room

• Norway has burn scars on his body from the witch trials

• when sweden’s sick, he likes to watch game shows like Price Is Right, Jeopardy, etc.

• denmark thinks ballet and ballroom are very pretty. he personally likes the waltz and jive. he is also always impressed when he watches petite allegro!! “Wooooow they’re legs and feet are moving so fast what????”

• I forgot who gave this headcanon, but all the credit goes to them. I like the idea of Finland having a prosthetic arm!

• iceland used to listen to 8-bit dubstep all the time

• Nordics in overwatch:
- Denmark: Junkrat or Roadhog!! he loves their story too; he thinks they’re very fun
- Norway: Zenyatta, Reaper, or d.Va
- Iceland: Reaper, Tracer, or Lucío!
- Sweden: Soldier76, d.Va, or Mercy!
- Finland: of course widowmaker or Ana, but I feel he would also enjoy Hanzo

• sweden gets notifications on when there’s a new minecraft update

• finland and Hungary are usually seen hanging out!!

• Norway can literally just sleep anywhere and everywhere. He’s also a deep sleeper. Sometimes he sleeps with his eyes open. (I forgot who came up with that one too, but credit to you!) He sometimes falls asleep at World Meetings, and when he does, his eyes are open. He hasn’t been caught yet. (The man is old and just tired let him sleep)

• England and America really helped Iceland work on his English during WW2, and if he ever forgets a word, he’ll call either of them. He’s gotten better at American lingo lately!

• sometimes at world meetings there’s “free seating” and that’s only if they have a meeting but nothing to discuss. So, Iceland will usually sit his friends: Hong Kong, Seychelles, Liechtenstein, and Taiwan. (Maybe South Korea, Seborga, or New Zealand will sit with them too?) ((basically it’s the physically younger aged nations altogether (maybe not the younger ones like sealand and Wy?) and they talk the whole time))

•with the countries mentioned above, Iceland’s in a group chat with them, and it’s always blowing up his phone

• the Nordics have reenacted the Friends intro

• order of who wakes up first and at what time:
1. Sweden (5:00 am)
2. Denmark (between 5:00- 5:45 am)
3. Finland (7:30 am. sharp.)
4. Norway (11:00 am)
5. Iceland (2:00 pm) (he doesn’t go to bed until almost sunrise) (it’s very bad)

• sweden has kept every single IKEA catalog produced because it reminds him of how far the company has come and it makes him really happy

• at family dinners, finland will talk the whole time, and it’s very interesting to listen to what he has to say! (Even if, canonically, he’s a misunderstood storyteller) everyone will stop eating and listen to him!!

•they’ve all got ghosts in their houses (which…would be very strange if they’ve lived in that house for centuries on top of centuries, right?)

• on separate note, Iceland and Sweden are easily startled by anything

• I love the freckles headcanon for Denmark, but consider that he also has eczema/“chicken skin” on his arms too. It’s little red bumps on the skin that are super annoying (I have them but they’ve gone away over the years)

• finland has a beauty marks on the right side of his collarbone, his left temple, on his left wrist, and a few on his chest

• contrary to popular opinion, Iceland reads a whole lot. Like he really enjoys the reading. His library is too small for all the books he has.

• Iceland and Norway share books frequently. They’ll send each other new books they’ve read and really recommend. It’s a form of bonding, I guess.

• Iceland was shown trap music by America, and although he thinks it gets kind of annoying, he likes a few songs. Those songs are used in memes that America has also shown him (he doesn’t fully understand memes yet either).

• Ice would rather stick with his alternative music

• Denmark gets severe panic attacks. Everyone helps him out in the ways they can, but most of the time it’s Sweden and Norway who can get him to fully calm down.

A Way to You Again: Part 8

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count:  1456

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.

Just brace yourselves, okay?

Originally posted by dailyclarke

Originally posted by wintersoulja

I knew if I wanted to keep the rest of the team from knowing the awkward drama that was unfolding between half of its members I would have to keep calm for appearances’ sake while trying the best I could to avoid Bucky. As we neared the dinner table I took my place between Sam and Steve.

“Not gonna sit with your boyfriend?” Sam asked with a wink. I sighed internally. I obviously was already off to a bad start. From the corner of my eye I could see Bucky shift slightly to look at me.

“Why would I do that when you’re here, Sam?” I countered with a flirty smile.  He chuckled into his beer as he shook his head.

“Better watch out Barnes or I might steal your girl,” Sam chortled as he raised his eyebrows playfully. I braced myself and looked in Bucky’s direction. There was no humor in his eyes as he stared unblinkingly at me.

“Wine?” Tony interrupted – pulling my attention away from Bucky.

I smiled at him warmly as I nodded my head. He poured a small amount and was about to leave before I placed my hand gently on his. “Tony, you might as well top it off,” I suggested. He laughed as he shook his head and poured me more.

“You’re usually not one to drink in excess like the rest of us,” Tony chuckled as he looked at me inquisitively.

“People change,” I shrugged as I lifted the glass to my lips – looking directly at Bucky. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as I turned away and offered my attention to Tony who was diving headfirst into our meeting while we ate.


“Y/N, it’s your turn to clean the dishes!” Sam proclaimed with a slap on my back. I felt a small surge of panic. Bucky could easily corner me in the kitchen and start the conversation that I was already talking myself out of having.

I groaned as I got up from the table and began collecting everyone’s dishes. Nat had luckily excused herself quickly after eating so I didn’t have to force a pleasant interaction with her. As I neared where Bucky sat and reached for his plate he mumbled, “I’ve got it.” With that, I spun on my heel with the empty plates in hand and made my way straight to the kitchen with Bucky following closely behind.

We began our task in silence. I washed the plates and handed them to Bucky to dry – never taking my eyes away from what I was doing. The tension between us was palpable, but I refused to be the first to speak. As I handed him the last plate his hand brushed against mine causing me to nearly drop it as I jerked back. I turned to look at him and saw the hurt that filled his eyes. “Y/N, I…” he began, but I held my hand up. I was more than a little tipsy from all the wine I had had with dinner. It was making it increasingly difficult for me to hold my resolve.

“I… I can’t… not tonight,” I finally managed to say.

“Then when? Y/N, I need to explain,” he added as panic seeped through his voice.

“You’re right. You need to explain, but not tonight Bucky. For one night I don’t want to cry over you. I just want to have a nice night with my friends. Is that too much to ask?” I added angrily.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked as he leaned casually in the entryway to the kitchen.

“Yeah, Steve. Bucky was just finishing up,” I added as I threw the sponge back into the sink and walked out of the kitchen with Steve walking beside me.

“Are you really okay?” He asked under his breath.

“Yeah – I just… I drank too much and I just want one night with all of us together before I fuck it all up,” I muttered miserably. Steve wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a light squeeze.

“Well luckily for you its movie night,” he said as we strolled into the common room.

“And we’re watching The Hangover!” Sam shouted as he held up the dvd case. I groaned as I rolled my eyes playfully. In all honesty, this was exactly what I needed.

Steve and I settled ourselves onto the couch. I secretly prayed that Bucky wouldn’t sit by me, but given the fact that the only free seat in the room was beside me there was no way he could get out of it— at least not without drawing unwanted attention to us.  A few minutes went by before Bucky strolled out of the kitchen. He scanned the room looking for a seat and saw the only one open was next to me. He casually grabbed my favorite blanket for movie nights before making his way to the couch and sitting uncomfortably close to me. Of course, for the others he was still my boyfriend so nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“I can take it from here, Steve,” Bucky whispered, a little too intensely, prompting Steve to remove his arm from around my shoulders. Bucky casually replaced it with his – holding on to me a little too tightly. “I brought your blanket,” he whispered as he spread it over us. I grunted softly in reply. My intake of wine was making me tired, but I was also acutely aware of Bucky’s fingers gripping my arm, and the warmth of his body as he sat next to me. I had been afraid of this – being around him and becoming intoxicated by his presence. It was so easy for it to happen, and I suddenly found myself trapped – unwilling and unable to break our contact. Maybe it was the wine, or the lonely nights at the cottage that caused my sudden lapse in self control, but for a few moments I allowed myself to forget everything that had happened… just so I could feel his comfort again. I rested my head softly on his shoulder and felt his small sigh as his fingers caressed my skin under the blanket. My body relaxed as my heartbeat slowed.

As I drifted to sleep I wondered if it was possible for us to find a way back to each other.


I blinked wearily to a strange sound coming from the other room. I vaguely remembered falling asleep with my head on Bucky’s shoulder, and him carrying me to my bed. I heard the noise again – this time it was louder and longer. I sat up rubbing my eyes. With a surge of panic, I realized that the noise was coming from Bucky’s room and, more importantly, that it was Bucky. I jumped out of my bed and made my way to the hallway. As I pushed his bedroom door open the sight caused my breath to catch in my throat.

“Y/N,” he called wearily as Nat held him to her.

“Oh… I’m… Okay…” I muttered as I spun on my heel and quickly retreated. I could hear Bucky get up from the bed and follow me. I didn’t want to go back to my room so I walked the long hall to the elevator – hopeful that I could get the doors to close before Bucky could catch up. I was just in luck – I pushed the button to the rooftop balcony as the doors closed on Bucky’s panic-stricken face. I sighed with a sudden surge of relief.

“FRIDAY,” I said to the empty elevator.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N?” FRIDAY responded.

“Don’t let Sargent Barnes know where I am,” I responded flatly.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N.”

Stark Tower was expansive. With any luck Bucky would give up his search and go back to his room – giving me time to think. I wearily dragged my feet as I exited the elevator. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. So this was it – after all this time, after all of my running – I had never been able to admit to myself that I wanted to come back to Bucky and make everything okay…. but now in the face of losing him to someone else, I could? My heart sank as I laid myself on the couch in the sunroom that overlooked the New York City skyline. I felt miserable as tears spilled over my swollen eyelids. For some reason what I had just witnessed seemed like a bigger betrayal than Bucky not telling me about Nat in the first place. It was intimate and personal – something that I had always helped him with, and in the span of a week I had been replaced. I hugged myself tightly as I laid on the couch and cried myself to sleep.


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5

Sabeena had snatched up her baby before her mother-in-law could get her paws on him and went outside to find Adair was almost finished grilling the salmon for dinner that would go along with his mother’s favorite salad.

Catherine: Who made the salad Adair?

Sabeena: I did. Greek salad with lots of olives and cherry tomatoes, just the way you like it.

Catherine proceeds to begin coughing, gagging, and making choking noises.

Sabeena glances at Adair who says nothing. 

Support (Jason todd x Reader)

A/N: Really liked this request. Kinda made it into my own though. (Not sure to write more for this, I might? Depends on the feedback I guess.)

Jason felt uneasy when he took one of the seats in the circle. They had put fluffy red pillows on the seats, some softness to make up for their fucked up experiences. Wonderful how naïve people could be… as if that’d help. He took a look at the other people, they seemed about as happy to be there as him. Probably persuaded or blackmailed into seeking help as well. He hadn’t even needed such desperate measures: anything to stop Dick’s constant nagging.
“ You have to give yourself the chance to heal.” (He felt like he healed up well enough, ya know, for a dead guy his skin looked fantastic.), “ You will be able to meet people who share your experience .” (Zombie friends. Exactly what he needed.)  And last but not least: Damian’s addition that he didn’t even need hubris to bring him down just a crowbar. Eventually he grew tired of it and decided to go. He was barely there in time, but he was there. After him, a woman barged in, a lot less nonchalant than he had. Backpack in hand, and  saying ‘sorry’ to the person who seemed to be the guiding speaker/psychologist. The woman had a certain kind of guilt in her eyes as she was saying it, too. The psychologist immediately said it was no problem with a warm smile, as the other latecomer took the free seat across his. 



You were still out of breath. Traffic was terrible as is but it got so much worse as you were trying to keep a busy schedule to forget about all the other shit that went wrong. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea, whether it would even remotely help you to actually throw it all out on the table. But… you could use talking to someone about this who wouldn’t look at you with pity while they were uncomfortably shifting in their chair. Everyone here had their fair share of emotional scars to get them to this place. You scanned the room while a woman started to talk.
“ Each of you is here because you are battling the aftermath of dark period in your lives. Someone has abused you, and you are here with people who have experienced abuse as well. Speaking is part of the healing process. Knowing you are not to blame for what happened to you is the aim. I will give each of you the chance to talk about what happened. You choose how much you feel comfortable sharing. Please be respectful towards one another and allow the others to talk, and tell their story, they…” the rest of the explanation was lost on you entirely. You felt eyes on you, and noticed the man across the room. Jet black hair with a white streak, icy blue eyes and quite frankly possibly the most handsome man you had seen in a very long time. But from all places to develop a crush on a total stranger, this was probably not the best one.

You focused on your surroundings again when people were starting to share their names. Only one name stuck. His. “ Hi, I’m Jason. I’ve been told I may be suffering from PTSD after being kidnapped and tortured.” After him another person spoke and also shared their name and in one sentence why they chose to be here. The man smiled at you and you weren’t sure how to respond with that so you looked anywhere but at him.
“ My name is y/n. I was ..” You swallowed, not entirely having such an easy time to say what happened with all those eyes on you. You naturally started to look at him again. He gave you an encouraging small nod and  somehow you managed to continue. “ I was physically and emotionally abused by my ex.” Something seemed to flare up in his eyes at those words. Not the usual pity. Not the usual shifting eyes trying to find the nearest exit. Anger. Not directed at you but at someone who wasn’t there. You wondered if it was the man who kidnapped him or your ex. As he only got that look in his eyes after your story you could only guess the second… but why would he get that angry over that? He didn’t even know you… you shook the thought and listened to the other stories. Some people had come here before, but they seemed there to show the beginners that recovery was possible. After everyone had been spoken to, she asked who wanted to share their story with the group. Everyone seemed less than interested to go first.
 
“ ‘C mon, nobody will judge you here, we’re all here to listen and to talk.” Her glance landed on you. “Could you perhaps…?” Your felt your heartbeat in your throat and tried to swallow. This was too soon. All those eyes on you… when you opened your mouth the handsome stranger, Jason, spoke up instead.
“ Sure, I’ll go first.” Everyone in the room knew damn well she had been talking to you. But you were grateful he took her cue instead so you didn’t have to. He was still speaking to you rather than to the group.
“I was kidnapped as a teenager. A typical Gotham psycho got to me and tortured me. They… got to me in time, obviously, I’m still alive.” He seemed to disbelieve those words and said them mockingly. “.. but I’ve been beaten with a crowbar and he played psychological tricks on me, I don’t want to get into detail. He tortured me in most ways I could imagine and then some, except for sexually that is. It pisses me off that he’s still alive. As long as he lives he’s a danger to people. They didn’t put enough effort into stopping him. In the meanwhile…  I have to deal with the fallout. The flashbacks, the nightmares. So essentially I got fucked over by the people I trusted, because they did not protect me as they promised me they would, and then there’s the fact I was beaten to a pulp. So yeah, that’s my sob story. Well, half of it. There’s also my deadbeat dad and my the fact that my mother didn’t make it beyond my teenage years but that’s a story for another day kids.“ His voice was laced with a mocking, devil may care attitude, but you could tell it was the truth. You were the one staring now, your gaze locked on his. He really had been through hell and back. The woman nodded and thanked him for his open-heartedness and willingness to speak first. After him, the others were more willing to also speak up. He mouthed ‘You’re welcome’ to you as you gave him a grateful small smile.

You felt lucky that they ran out of time before it was your turn. Each person who did not get the chance to speak would get their chance the next session. With that promise, you considered not attending that next time anymore. You put your own jacket back on, as well as your backpack and headed towards the door. As soon as you stepped outside you felt something was off. Something or someone was watching you. Jason, you did remember his name, walked out of the door and approached you and acted casual while zipping up his jacket. “ Don’t panic but I’ve got the feeling someone is watching you.”
“  So I’m not going mad?”
“  No guarantees there. We might be going mad together. I know you don’t know me but will you let me walk you home? ” You looked him in the eyes. You really wanted to say yes.
“ No, sorry. It’s not you it’s just…”
“ I get it. Don’t worry about it. Just…” He handed you what looked like a combat knife. “ be careful.”
” May I ask why you’re carrying out spare combat knives to hand out?”
” Do you want to know?” You swallowed. 
” Next session maybe.”
” Let’s make sure you get there safely first. Watch your back. Something’s out there, I can feel it.”


You walked on and heard something again. Something creeping up on you as sudden but as clinging as a shadow.  You clutched the combat knife as you walked to your car. Someone grabbed you from the back and knocked the knife out of your hands.  “You think you could get away from him that easily sweetheart?” There was a hand on your mouth, muffling noise while you struggled to get away from the man’s grip. You were considering your options, trying to remember how to twist your arm when someone interfered.
“ I think she fucking can.” The man who grabbed you was looking into the barrel of a gun. A red hooded man stood there. 
“ Get out of here. She’s under my protection now. Come after her again and I will find you. “  A flash of recognition went over the guy’s face as he ran for it. You thought you heard someone curse and a shiver went over your spine. He lowered his gun, picked up the combat knife and walked over to you. He handed the knife back to you with the hilt pointed at you while you rubbed your wrist and leaned against the car door, shaken up. You instinctively clung to him, as a means to stabilize you from the shock and get you up straight more than anything else. 
“ Jason?” Anyone else didn’t make sense. You weren’t sure if he’d even speak up.
“ Good guess.”
“ I changed my mind. ” He nodded and walked behind you towards your car.

 “ It’s him. “ You hissed in a quiet tone.
“ Figured as much. Want me to get into the car or can you handle it from here? Does he know where you live?”
“ Yeah, haven’t found a new place yet.” He nodded.  
” Want me to join you there? Keep you safe? If you trust me that is. “ 
” Yeah. I do. “ He got into the car, looked around and took off the helmet once he was inside of the vehicle.
“ What about the motorcycle?”
“ I’ll pick it up after we got you home safely.”

The car ride was considerably silent. You weren’t sure what to ask him or tell him. He leaned with his elbow on the armrest of the car door.
“ He seemed to recognize you.”
“ He probably did. I’m not your average guy. But I don’t hurt people unless it’s to save others.”
You opted to just take his word for it. There was something strangely soothing about having him around. You had this feeling that you could trust him, which you in all honestly hadn’t ever had before. But you weren’t sure whether to trust your instincts anymore.
“How did you stop the nightmares?”
“ I didn’t.”  
You swallowed. “ I get it you know. “ He looked up, slightly frowning, unsure what you meant. “I get that you want to kill him. That’s what you meant isn’t it? But it wouldn’t fix the broken pieces. “ You stared at the road ahead, lights flashing by. You continued. “You know what they told me? That hating him wouldn’t heal me, loving another might and it would break him. Because it would show him he didn’t own me anymore.”
“ What do you think about that?” You shook your head at his question.
“ I think I couldn’t if I tried. Not that easy to trust anymore.”
“ You can. It’s fear that’s holding you back. It’s what he wants.”

“ You think he’s gone? That he will stay away now?” He shook his head. 
“ You could stay with me instead. Until you find a new place. No expectations, I won’t try anything with you. Could teach you how not to get disarmed so easily.” He sighed. “ I can protect you there, if you think you need protection.”
“ So what are you? A cop?”
“ Not quite. But I don’t want you to get hurt and after what happened tonight…”
“ I might take you up on that offer.”
“ Okay, then turn right here. “

You could use a protector, or at least someone who understood who didn’t look at you as a work in progress when you were putting the pieces back together.  

“ But there are some things you gotta know about me before you get into my apartment…”

Not Like This (Part 2)

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Part 1: Here
Part 3: Here
Part 4: Here
Part 5: Here

Sorry for the double tags, guys.  Tumblr was apparently having some technical difficulties.  Its all good now!  Enjoy!
Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 3,633
Rating: Teen+
Warnings: Injuries, blood, scary scenes 
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I hope you all like this part just as much… its actually my favourite part of the story so far.  Enjoy!



          Leonard had gone back to his business after his last projected thoughts, after his soulmate had wished him luck on his exam.  It was going to be a hard one, he was sure, and he nervously chewed on the end of his stylus as he waited for the instructor’s signal.  The exam appeared on the screen of his tablet as his professor indicated that they could begin and he bent over it, meticulously reading each question and answering carefully, his mind completely focused on his task.

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