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Horror in Room 1046 

Just after lunch time on 2 January, 1935, a young man entered the Hotel President in Kansas City, Missouri. He had no luggage and asked if he could have a room for the night. He signed his name as “Roland T. Owen” was given the key for room 1046. Shortly afterwards, the maid arrived to clean the room. As she opened the door, she found the man sitting on the bed in the dark. Even though it was still light outside, he had tightly drawn the blind. She recalled that the man seemed somewhat afraid or nervous. As she was cleaning, he put on his coat and left the room, asking her to leave the door unlocked because he was expecting a friend to arrive later on. At approximately 4PM, the maid arrived at room 1046 to leave fresh towels for the evening. The man was lying on the bed with a note beside him which read: “Don, I will be back in fifteen minutes. Wait.

The following morning, the maid arrived once again to clean the room. Once again, she found the man sitting in the dark. As she cleaned around him, he took a call from “Don” and told him he wasn’t going to get any breakfast. Before she left, he began to question her about her role within the hotel and what duties she was to carry out. When she returned later on in the afternoon with more fresh towels, an unidentified male grunted that they didn’t need any. Later on in the afternoon, another guest reported hearing a woman’s voice coming from room 1046 and relayed that she sounded angry. At around 11pm that night, a man driving downtown saw a man running down the street in pants and a shirt - strange clothing choice for the brisk winter air, he though. The man asked the driver, who he initially mistook as a taxi driver, if he could give them a lift to somewhere that he could flag down a taxi. He noted that the oddly dressed man had a large wound on his arm and looked in a bad shape.

Back at the Hotel President the next morning, it was noticed that the phone in room 1046 was left off the hook. A bellboy was sent up to inform the guest. When nobody answered, he used a master key to enter the room. At first glance, he saw blood smeared over the walls and over the floor. In the bathroom, “Roland T. Owen” was on his knees with rope tied around his neck and wrists. He had been repeatedly stabbed and bludgeoned across the head. Still clinging to life, he said he had “fell against the bathtub.” He died later on that night. An investigation of the room turned up nothing. Not one piece of clothing could be found nor any complimentary hygiene products or towels. It was soon discovered that the man had given a fake name, thus his body was displayed at a local funeral home in the hopes that somebody could recognise him. The man who had picked up the bewildered hitchhiker the night before recognised him immediately. Multiple people from separate establishments, including other hotels and even a wrestling arena, came forward to identify him. However, each person that identified him said that he gave a different name.

As the weeks passed, the man remained unidentified, even though many could identify him by appearance. He was intended to be buried in the city’s cemetery for the unidentified but as locals caught wind of this, police received an anonymous letter from somebody who asked them to hold the burial off until they would be able to forward a hefty amount for a decent burial and funeral. Days later, the money came in and he was buried in Memorial Park Cemetery. A local florist also received an anonymous donation for a bouquet of flowers that were signed off with “Love Forever - Louise.” Other than a couple of investigators working on the case, nobody attended the funeral. 

The case remained cold until 1936, when Eleanor Ogletree read about the murder in a magazine. She believed the description of the man sounded like her brother, 17-year-old Artemus Ogletree, who had been missing since 1934. The family had assumed he was okay because in spring of 1935 - months after “Roland T. Owen” died - they had received several typewritten letters from Artemus, claiming he was sailing to Europe. The family were initially suspicious of these letters because Artemus couldn’t type. A few months after these letters, they received a phone call from a man who told them that Artemus had saved his life in Egypt and that he was happily married to a woman he had met in his travels.

The Ogletree family were shown a photo of the murder victim. It was Artemus, they unfortunately confirmed. His identification led to even more questions. Why had he used so many fake names? Who was the woman in his room? Who was Don? What happened to him the evening he was picked up by the driver, looking dishevelled? Who paid for his funeral? Who was Louise? Who sent the letters to his family? And finally, who killed him and why?

Was bored at work, so got a guy fired and possibly sent to prison for fraud.

(long story)

I work the night shift as a receptionist at a hotel in Norway, and most nights are spent watching Netflix/playing games. Last summer was really slow and I also worked a lot extra, so I ran out of stuff to watch and games to play. One night I got a mail from “Scooter”. He wanted to book a room for almost 20 days. I just had to send him the price and confirmation that we had rooms available, and he would then send me his credit card info for me to pre-charge. Normally we just delete these kinds of mail, but I was bored out of my mind, so I responded with an offer for around 2k$ for the entire stay. Also made sure to inform him that he could cancel for free up until the day of arrival.

This is probably the most common fraud attempt in the Hotel/travel industry. Unlike most businesses, we are able to charge credit/debit cards with only the card number and exp date. No need for a pin code, cvc or other auth methods. Our software also allow us deposit money directly to local and international bank accounts by using the card number. Because of this, shitheads like Scooter will try to prepay with stolen/skimmed cards, but then cancel the booking and asking us to refund the amount to a different card.

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Always Bring a Backup

We’re playing in a sci-fi setting in which it is commonplace for people to save a copy of their consciousness in what is called a “backup” so that they can later be resurrected. We are playing as a group of criminals associated with the Russian mob. Our current mission is to travel into a dangerous area to retrieve some valuable artifacts that can pay off some of the debt that one player character (a cold-hearted information broker) owes to the mob. My character (a ditzy catgirl DJ) has called up an NPC friend to deliver some drugs to her before the party leaves. The NPC asks to come along on the mission, but when he starts to approach the rest of the party, he meets some resistance.

Information Broker: Um, excuse me? What is this?

DJ: Oh, this is Ruffridge. He’s coming along as my guest.

Information Broker: …No. No, he can’t come.

DJ: Nyaw, don’t be such a sourpuss! Ruffridge has all sorts of stuff to help us out in a tight spot!

GM (As Ruffridge): Yeah, man, come on!

Information Broker: No, absolutely not! This is going to be very dangerous. He’ll probably die. I mean, do you even have a backup?

GM (As Ruffridge): Aw, man, don’t be like this…of course I’ve got a backup!

Information Broker: Ah, good.

Information Broker (OOC): I want to take out my gun and shoot him point-blank in the head.

She succeeds on the roll, and Ruffridge falls to the ground dead.

DJ: What did you do that for!?

Information Broker: Well, he won’t be bugging us anymore. Come on, let’s go.

Russian Mobster: (while inspecting the body) You know, I actually have a guy who would pay a lot for some of the implants this guy has. It would probably pay off a lot of your debt.

Information Broker: Really, now?

And that’s the story of how we bypassed an entire adventure by killing a random NPC for convenience’s sake.

anonymous asked:

How do you even become cosplay guests with no skill?

LOL I can’t tell if this is sarcasm or honest seriousness but, here’s what I got! 

First and foremost, being a convention guest is not just an honor and a priviledge, it is a job. 

A job that has responsibilities and expectations, and should be treated as such. When Sylar and I go to a convention as a guest, we are 100% working. 

We have a work resume for conventions, a contract, a portfolio of programming, and more. Because that what you are really, programming. Even if all they want you to do is sit at a table and sign things, thats still programming. Its your job to   represent the convention, and give con goers more content for the tickets they bought. You owe it to them to make sure your 100% postive, there, working, and providing something they can’t get anywhere else. 

And all con guests are asked to attend for different reasons. Some cosplay guests are asked to come because they are widely known for their technical skill and they will provide programming related to that. Or they simply have a huge fanbase, and are keeping their fanbase happy at your location, therefore spreading that market around. 

Sylar and I work hard on our panels. We’re also trained speakers. Both he and I have taken classes, in college, about public speaking. We implement that and our presentation experience into all our panels. As well as our meet and greets at the table, interviews for the con’s media (there is a ton of backstage media going on that most con goers don’t know about. A lot of con time for guests is spent locked up in some empty room giving an interview,) and any floor time we have. 

We also have 7 yrs experience working conventions. We have run cafes, hosted events, planned gatherings, organized raffles, done mutiple panels and workshops. We’ve also worked as Guest Liasions ourselves, written out program guides, sat at registration tables, and MCed masquerades as well as judged them. All things that involve systems, filling out paperwork, knowing how to handle negative situations, and doing menial tasks. Heck, we’ve even done set-up and break down for dealers halls. We know cons. 

And this is something valued because honestly, its not a job for everyone. 

Lots of cosplayers out there with amazing technicality skills just don’t like catering to crowds. They aren’t good speakers. Or they don’t have it in them to sit at a table for 6 hours just listening to strangers speak and ask them questions. Or they might hate having to write out workshop forms. And thats okay! But thats the difference between who gets asked to guest and who doesnt. 

Guests have to be okay with not getting time to shop, not getting time to hang out with their friends, and devoting all their energy to the convention goers. Devoting their whole day to smiling and talking and making sure everyone who meets them goes away happy. 

If you are interested in coming a guest, awesome! My biggest tips are; 
Figure out what service you can provide to the convention experience. What are you good at that you think a con needs? How can you expand that? How can you turn it into programming? Are you a health nut – maybe do a panel on dieting and working out, anime style!  Awesome at writing and editing? Fanfiction panel! A cosplayer who loves acting but hates sewing? Think about being a commentator for Cosplay Chess or the AMV contest! 

Start volunteering now. All cons need volunteers and this is the best way to gain experience in the feild, just like any other job. I have friends that started volunteering as security for a con and now they run a convention of their own. No joke. It’s also helpful to know and understand the inner working of how a convention is run if you plan on guesting at one. It helps you help them by knowing what types of panels work best, what programming would work for that con specifically, or even just give you ideas on what their budget for you might be. 

Write. A. Resume. Seriously. Just like you have a resume for job searching, write up a resume for cosplaying. How long have you been cosplaying? How many costumes? What skills do you have? Armor making? Public speaking? What experiences? Any awards? What topics are you an expert at that can be turned into an hour of programming? Put it alllllll dowwnnn in youurr resummmee. 

Also, protip, you can always write to a a convention’s program director yourself and ASK to be a guest. It’s a job. Submit your application.

Hope this helps! 

And funnily enough – this is all information that we talk about in our panel, Cosplay and Convention careers. Where not only do we cover working for cons, but we cover translating cosplay and con work into LIFE CAREERS and how to translate being in a maid cafe to a resume for a 5 star resturant hostess. Lol. My entire Graphic Design resume is pulled from cosplaying. And now I am a full time graphic designer for a state university.

Niall Horan Enchanted By Waitress Imagine

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Request: "So I have to spend the night at my longtime rival’s house, everything will totally be fine because their parents are there (or not) AU" with Kylo holy shit please

A/N: Sorry I did this one so late, I was supposed to to do it amongst others a few months back but never got the chance. Anyway, thanks anon for the request, enjoy!

Word Count: 1.7K+

Warning: None

You weren’t looking forward to it, actually, you were pretty upset by the fact that you had to stay over the Solo residence for a night because your parents were going out of town and didn’t want you home alone. It made you irritated, you were already considered an adult, so why couldn’t they treat you like one? But, of course, that wasn’t the full reason why you were mad. It was the fact that you had to spend the night with no other than your rival, Kylo.

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Miracle Baby Pt 2

Characters: Charles X Wife!Reader

Universe: Marvel,Xmen

Warnings: None


Can you do a small short of Raven and Erik finding out about the baby and maybe they come to see her? Cuz I love this story it’s so sweet and cute!!

Originally posted by lehnsherrcharles

Originally posted by yesilliniz

Your little girl was nearly a year old. She had her daddy’s bright blue eyes and your hair. She was tottering about already but she rather preferred being in your arms or on Charles’ lap, which neither of you minded at all. She was started to speak as well. You remember your husband’s chuffed face when she called him Daddy.

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Scenario: You’re close friends with Jiyong but you want more. Your plan: tease him into submission or until he makes you submit to him. Either way, you win.
Genre: G-Dragon x Reader
Words: 3800
Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT! Shameless ass smut and a little rough play.
A/N: This was basically written because those pictures and vids of Jiyong smoking gave me life in a way I didn’t think possible. I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: Gifs belong to their rightful owners.

You exhaled deeply as you took in another look of yourself in the full length mirror. Your fidgeting fingers giving away your nervousness as you wonder for the millionth time if this was a good idea. Not just with your choice of attire, but with the whole plan you’d formulated in your head.

Tonight was the night. You were going to officially, shamelessly, flirt with Jiyong. A snort left you at the thought. Flirting, yeah right. Not exactly the correct word you’d use…

And god was it true.

You’d decided on this great idea last week. When you had caught him eyeing a leggy dyed blonde Barbie doll that left the bitter taste of envy in your mouth. You hated the fact that Jiyong saw you, but never actually saw you. Always giving you smiles of gratitude followed up with hand pats and hugs saved for people you friend zoned. Never the ones you fucked.

Sure, you’d been there for him through all his trials. All his shitty relationships and watching him go home to release tension with women whose names he didn’t give a damn to memorize, even after he’d met them. It was like he never noticed your side glances of jealousy; the ugly green monster turning your gaze murderous and your face vacant of any emotion. In fear of him being able to read the lividity that shimmered underneath.

How could he have never noticed that for months now things had changed for you? Jiyong and you shared a history. A lifetime of memorizes and hidden jokes. Taking care of one another when you were sick or nursing him back to health when he somehow drank himself close to oblivion. Overrun with exhaustion from tour dates and TV programs for publicity. You never coddled him like a mother, but loved him without judgement. Both of you listening to one another’s dreams and fears and staying up way into the next morning aimlessly watching old movies or playing a song that the other just, “had to hear.”

A few times you wondered how much longer you could honestly continue to go unnoticed. To be the good friend. The feelings of being ignored and not good enough haunted you, which was stupid. Jiyong cared about you. There was no denying that, but you just wanted…more.

You craved for those light touches on your hands to be placed against your cheek, lips, and neck. Craved for him to tease you like he did with some of the noona’s. Witnessing one teasing display when he gave CL a hug. His hands had sneakily slide down her back until the rested just atop her backside; giving her ass a playful smack that left her exasperated; mouth agape in mid-laugh.

He was always shamelessly flirty with all of them, except when it came to you. The lack of flirtation left you feeling nauseous, your stomach turning: Jiyong just didn’t find you attractive.

That’s when you formulated your plan. Once and for all you would find out for yourself.

Jiyong had invited you to Café Seoul last week. It was a celebration for Teddy or Kush, you couldn’t remember. Jiyong knew you weren’t overtly fond of clubs. Actually, you tended to be allergic to them. The idea of getting dressed in uncomfortable clothes that threatened to rise up and flash underwear if you so much as sneezed left you wary. And the shoes! Oh sweet baby Jesus the shoes! At just the thought of them you glanced down at the four inch stilettos and prayed your clumsy baby giraffe legs wouldn’t betray you tonight.

Tonight you were going to be everything you wanted to be: Confident, sensual, and above all, sexual. Tonight you were going to make sure that you were seen and damn it, you would get his attention. One way or another.
The bass from the club was deafening. It rattled the glass in your hand sending the liquor inside to bounce and shake to the beat. It felt oddly comforting knowing something shared the same fate as your confidence.

You’d been at the bar for over thirty minutes. Nursing a few shots to help boost your confidence before it broke, and it was working. A few men stopped by to talk to you offering to supply you with more. Their eyes glued to the sight of you and your revealing choice of attire. You politely declined their offer, giving up snippets of what little conversation could be heard over the music before making your departure.

Jiyong hadn’t noticed you yet. He was, as per usual, in the VIP section. A few females were up in the box with him and the guys. Women you didn’t know who were equally dressed like you. You watched coolly as you made your way towards the group. One girl in particular leaning in and placing a hand on Jiyong’s chest. Her body lining up with his in all the right ways to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she told him, it was enough to make a seductive smirk crease his lips. His eyes lighting up with heat as he looked her up and down.

That was enough to send the jolly green monster inside you into overdrive. It helped replace the unease you felt in your steps earlier into something fierce and predatory. Tonight you weren’t going to be overlooked.

You made your way up the small stairs that lead up into the DJ booth. A security guard put a hand out to stop you.

“I’m sorry miss this section is off limits.”

“I’m G-Dragon’s guest,” you informed him with a smile.

He gave you a side look of disbelief but, nevertheless, leaned over and called him over. It took Jiyong a minute to peel himself away from the bleached blonde attached to his side. As he made the short walk over, cutting in between his crew, it gave you enough time to admire the way the dark denim clung to his thighs and the white shirt that opened up to show the black shirt underneath.

How could someone make casual look so damn sexy?

“She says she’s with you?”

Jiyong glanced up to see who the guard was talking about. When his eyes landed on you, it took him a minute to realize who he was looking at. His eyes widened slightly as he leaned over the railing.


The disbelief was evident on his face. His eyes racked over your body taking you in. Did you really look that bad?

“Yes?” you called back.

Jiyong was still staring when the guard inquired one last time if he should let you in. Jiyong shook his head, as if to clear it, before giving him the nod of approval. The guard stepped aside and Jiyong outstretched his hand to help you clear the rest of the stairs.

Once you were inside the booth his hand gravitated to your waist and pulled you in close to his side. His lips finding your ear and you fought not to shiver as hot breath cascaded down your neck.

“What are you wearing?”

“Ugh, I think they call it a dress,” you teased.

He didn’t share in your joke. Instead his eyes wondered to the delicate strip of cloth that showed the tops of your breasts.

“I know that but what are you doing wearing something like this?”

“It’s a club, Ji. I wanted to dress for a night out. Why you don’t like it?”

Your heart was thundering with mixed emotions. On one hand, you felt damn good. It could’ve been the added effect of the liquor or just finally feeling damn good in your skin. The fact that he had you pinned so close to him with the musky scent of his cologne overpowering your senses didn’t hurt either. On the other hand, you could feel your confidence chip away just a tad as he continued to assess the outfit. Finally, his eyes caught yours as he replied, “I don’t think “like” would be an appropriate way to describe it.”

A smile lifted your lips as wiggled out of his tight hold. Tease him, that was the plan.

“Well, I guess I did good then.”

You made your way to the back of the booth where Teddy and what looked like a few of Jiyong’s friends from YG were posted. The minute their eyes caught sight of you they widened; smiles and cheers greeting you as you got closer.

“Damn Y/N I didn’t think it was possible for you to look this good.”

A bubbly laugh escaped you as you greeted them all with a hug.

“Gee thanks assholes.”

You went to stand next to Teddy hyung when you felt an arm slide across your lower back pulling you in the opposite direction. You were grateful for the loud music when a shriek of surprise left you. Only to find yourself back against a very protective Jiyong.

“Stay close,” he yelled towards you.

It took everything in you not to smirk in satisfaction. This was going easier than you thought it would. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted the bottle service the boys started. Jiyong’s favorite tequila sitting front and center. Still pressed against him, you reached your arm out, your chest pressing against his as your fingers laced around the cold glass. Lifting it from the tray he looked at you, a question forming on his lips.

“Do you want to pour it for me?”

Your eyes held the heat of a challenge and when Jiyong’s eyebrows quirked up, you knew you had him. He took the bottle from your hand, his fingers playing delicately over yours.

“Tilt your head back,” he commanded, and you obeyed.

Closing your eyes, you opened your mouth welcoming the liquid inside. If it wasn’t for your stint at the bar earlier, you were sure you would’ve coughed at the taste. The warm liquor slid down your throat and to your core sending out heated signals that danced across every nerve. You found yourself giggling as you open your eyes; your tongue running over your lips as you looked at him.

What you saw staring back at you almost cut it short. Jiyong was looking at you, really looking at you, as if for the first time. His eyes locked on to your lips. A hunger so intense resonating through them that it threatened to turn your legs to jelly. As soon as the DJ turned on a new song you immediately started dancing.

Pulling away from Jiyong just enough to give you space to fight off the effects of the desire he’d ignited inside you. Your hands went up above your head as your hips found a rhythm. The tempo of the music just fast enough that your hips swayed without effort.

You didn’t have to look behind you to know that Jiyong was watching. His watchful gaze left your body feeling hot, making you dance faster to try and shake it off. He wasn’t the only one watching you dance, however. Everyone who usually saw you as the innocent best friend had their eyes on you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

You let your hands fall over your body as the song dipped into a slow bass. One hand playing with the hem of your dress; teasing before letting it go and skimming up and over the fabric. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your body up against a chest you knew all too well.

The mixed scent of his cologne and cigarette enveloped you as he leaned in again. Hot words whispered into your ear: “Yah Y/N, what are you doing?”

You leaned back until your head was cradled in the hollow of his shoulder. Your movements never slowing as your back side slid across the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Can’t a girl have a little fun?” you purred in response.

It pained you to do it, but you disconnected yourself from his grip. Turning around to see a mixture of that hunger with anger; sending a shiver up your spine. His hand snaked out fast, folding itself against your lower back, and brought you back against him. This time your faces inches apart. Close enough you swore if either of you breathed, your lips would touch.

“Depends on what kind of fun.”

You didn’t have an answer for him. Not when he was this close. When his lips were mere centimeters from your own. You saw the flash of a camera go off and it was just enough to jolt you out of your lust-filled haze. Your eyes came alive with mischief as your lips curled in a smirk. You pushed yourself away from him, eyes still on him as you moved away from him.

“You have to behave, Jiyong. I’m allowed to cut loose every once in a while.”

With those last words hanging between you, you fully turned and headed back towards Teddy hyung. He was more than happy to great you in a hug. One arm staying on your shoulders as you both swayed to the music, hips bumping into each other in an intoxicated mess of rhythm.

Let Jiyong stew in his own juices, you thought.

Tonight was the night you would play hard to get. As you continued to dance and talk to the others, you kept a watchful eye of Jiyong in the corner. He was lighting up cigarette after cigarette. His eyes boring holes into you as he watched every touch you laid on Teddy’s arms. Every time you both leaned in to be heard over the music. Every now and then he’d start dancing to a beat, but never long enough to make him quit staring.

When he went to light up his sixth cigarette you decided to intervene. Your fingers hooking into the cotton of his shirt, as you closed the distance between the two of you with confidence. It was your turn to brush your lips against his ear as you spoke: “Don’t you think you should slow down?”

His eyebrow quirked up in challenge. His words biting as he shot back, “Are you my mother now.”

You felt the words like a slap in the face but refused to retreat. You knew Jiyong was only bitter because you’d abandoned him. So instead of giving in and cowering you shot back with your own demand.

“Shotgun with me.”

Your request earned a look of shock as he tried to see if you were joking. You most definitely weren’t. Without giving you a chance to back down he inhaled sharply on his cigarette; two large hands wrapped around your face as his lips closed in with yours.

You knew this wasn’t the brightest of ideas to do. You were out in the open and already seen plenty of fans taking pictures, but you couldn’t help yourself. And as your fingers tightened in his shirt and his lips neared yours you realized you wouldn’t have stopped it even if you wanted too.

Right when the tips of his lips brushed yours was when he slowly exhaled the smoke. Instinct took over and you inhaled, feeling your lungs burn at the toxic intrusion. When it was over you moved to take a step back, but Jiyong wouldn’t release his hold on you. You looked up at him, perplexed. A question sitting heavy on your tongue when his hand reached out to grab yours abruptly.

He dragged you through the crowded booth and beyond it. You tried to shout a question a couple of times. Each time the booming music in the club drowned it out. It wasn’t until he pushed through a door that indicated the bathrooms did you understand what was going on.

A large part of you thought he was taking you there to bait you. Yell at you and demand to understand what the hell you were doing. You never acted this brazen with him. But that wasn’t what happened at all.

As soon as he slammed the door to the bathroom closed, making sure it was locked, he had your back pressed against it. His mouth finding yours in an instant and your world exploded.

His lips were intoxicating as they possessed yours. It wasn’t sweet, but demanding. His teeth nipped your bottom lip as his fingers from one hand grazed over your scalp. Tightening just enough to send your body into overdrive as the other hand found its way under your dress. Nails grazing along the spot where thigh and ass meet.

His tongue grazed along your bottom lip asking for entrance and you gave it willingly. The minute you opened up Jiyong wasted no time running his tongue along yours. Devouring you as he moved down suddenly, leaving a trial of bites and kisses along your throat and jaw.

“Is this what you wanted, Y/N?”

God, his voice was like liquid sex. Husky and running along your skin like velvet.

You found yourself unable to speak; to conjure up words as a skilled hand moved the short fabric up higher. A finger tracing delicately along the thin cloth of your panties. He gave a slight tug on your hair. The jolt of pain mixed in with your desire and you couldn’t stop the moan from breathlessly escaping your lips.
Jiyong ate it up in an instant. Grinding his body against you enough to feel the growing bulge straining against his pants.

“Did you like acting like a little tease?”

“It was fun watching you squirm for once,” you shot back in a breathless retort.

He stilled against you and for a horrible moment, you thought this would all end. He moved his hand from underneath your dress. His fingers untying themselves from your hair as he took a step back. His eyes locking with yours as you struggled to focus. You opened your mouth to say something, maybe even plead for him to continue, when he beat you to it.

“You liked seeing me squirm? I guess I’ll have to return the favor.”

Using his foot, he kicked your feet open until your legs were wide apart. His hands lifting the remainder of the dress up exposing your panties you’d picked out just for tonight. By the smirk on his face you knew Jiyong approved. You wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but all words ceased when his hand cupped your sex. A finger rubbing against the wetness he’d created sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. Making your mouth gasp open and your back arch. His thumb finding your sensitive bud and circling it.

Jiyong moved his free hand up; fingers gliding delicately over your collarbones as he pulled the straps of your dress down. Exposing your breasts to the cold air making your nipples harden instantly. So many words filtered through your head, but none of them made it to your mouth.

Another moan tore loose from your lips as mouth found your breast. Sucking your nipple in between teeth as a skilled tongue circled around it. His free hand kneading the other before switching. Your legs felt close to buckling as he moved the hand that had been stroking your sex down into your panties. A finger gliding over the slick wet folds sending your mind into a frenzy.

Your fingers clawed into his shoulders trying to find support. Your breathing halting for a nano second as he slid two fingers inside you. His teeth biting down gently on your nipple at the same time, causing your hips to jerk into him. A silent, “fuck,” filled the space between you and you weren’t sure if it had been you or him. At this moment you honestly didn’t care.

His skilled hands worked you over. His fingers curving just right, finding that sensitive spot inside you. Your fingers were digging into his shoulders as your legs began to shake. You were so close already: and just like that it stopped.
When his hands and mouth left your body you couldn’t stop the whine of displeasure that left you. The smug smirk on his face making you want to hit him if you could just feel your legs. You opened your mouth to speak but he quickly laid his back down on top of yours. His kisses hungrily eating every breath you tried to take until you felt dizzy.

Placing strong hands on your hips he pulled your forward and towards the sink. Giving you a second to grab a hold of the white porcelain before the sound of cloth tearing jolted you back to the present. You watched through the mirror as he pocketed your panties, smirking at your reflection.

“You won’t be needing those back.”

“How considerate,” you sighed.

You watched as he started to unbuckle his belt, realizing too late that you didn’t have any condoms. They were in your purse back at the table. You were about to voice the bad news when you watched Jiyong take out his wallet and producing a foil package. Noticing you were looking he simply said, “I’m always prepared.”

“Thank god.”

He chuckled as he ran a hand over your back side before giving it a slap. A yelp of surprise left you and immediately he appeared worried.

“Was that okay?”

All you could do was shake your head yes because, hot damn, you couldn’t describe how that felt. All you knew was that you liked it.


Jiyong wasted no time ripping open the foil packet with his teeth, tossing the paper, and rolling the condom on. When you felt him at your entrance, his hands on your hips, you felt your body tense. This was it. There was no going back and even if the option was there, you wouldn’t take it.

When he pushed inside you a moan instantly tore between your lips. Your sex stretching to accommodate his length. He waited a few seconds before he pulled out and pushed back in. His grip on your hips tightening until you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. His pace began to pick up speed; his body claiming yours without mercy.  

One hand let go of your hip and slid up until it was wrapped around your throat, lifting you up and back against his chest. Turning your head until you faced him so his lips could claim yours. His pace never slacking until your legs were shaking and your orgasm was building.

“Are you close?” he breathed against your lips.

You couldn’t answer him. You could only give a shaky nod of your head. He drove inside you faster; a hand reaching out to grab you under your knee to place it up against the sink. The angle intensifying his thrusts until the last one left you screaming his name. Your orgasm crashing against you as your body struggled to keep you up against the sink. A few moments later, Jiyong followed. His pace slowing until it all together stopped. His head resting against your back as he struggled to catch a breath.

After you both felt like it was possible to stand without falling over, you righted yourself. Starting the awkward process of cleaning yourselves up.

“That was awesome, but next time, let’s try for a bed,” you stated.

Jiyong sent you a smirk. He took a second to fix his hair in the mirror before he turned around to give you a chaste peck on the lips.

“That can definitely be arranged.”
I hope that you guys enjoyed this. I was up in the air about posting it but, what the hell right? -J


The Flash Episode 3.13 “Attack on Gorilla City”
BARRY AND TEAM TRAVEL TO GORILLA CITY AND FACE GRODD – When Jesse Quick (guest star Violett Beane) informs the team that her father (Tom Cavanagh) has been abducted, Barry (Grant Gustin), Caitlin (Danielle Panabaker), Cisco (Carlos Valdes) and Julian (Tom Felton) voyage to Earth-2 on a rescue mission to save Harry from Gorilla City. As they trek through the forest, Barry and the team are immediately captured and brought to Grodd (voiced by David Sobolov). Grodd tells them he needs their help to stop Solovar (voiced by Keith David), the leader of Gorilla City, as Solovar wants to invade Earth-1. Meanwhile, back on Earth-1, Jesse and Kid Flash (Keiynan Lonsdale) hit the streets to stop a metahuman that can control gravity, with H.R. and Joe (Jesse L. Martin) guiding them from S.T.A.R. Labs. Dermott Downs directed the episode with story by Andrew Kresiberg and teleplay by Aaron Helbing & David Kob (#313). Original airdate 2/21/2017.

Day Sixty

-A man informed me that he was buying stocking stuffers. His purchase consisted of a bag of nuts, several pairs of plain socks, and a roll of tape. I hope Santa stops by with supplemental stuffers. His children deserve, at the very least, trail mix.

-I met a baby with unreasonably thick eyebrows and deep, wizened eyes that have seen more than I could ever imagine. I feel that I have been a part of history, selling formula to the second documented case of B. Button syndrome in recorded history. 

-I overheard Cat Lady delivering a lecture to an audience of none on the topic of the best candy over at Starbucks. Were I able, I would have taken my break immediately and sat, enraptured, learning the inner secrets of the candy industry. However, for now, I am grateful that she is gaining some solid public speaking experience.

-A man in a hoodie leaped back and forth through the doors, bent over, arms out to his side. I am reasonably certain that a gorilla of genetically-enhanced intelligence was on the lam from the laboratory and chose their first stop to be Target. I only wish that they had come through my lane so that I could have assisted their escape better.

-I heard a loud crash. Looking up, I found a woman had knocked over the display on the wall dividing the registers and the dollar aisle, leaving only her mortified face visible among a row of cartoonishly large boxes.

-I was handed a wrinkled dollar bill, the canvas of intricate doodles, a weathered strip of paper with a corner taped back on. I cannot help but think about the stories that this bill could tell. Perhaps it was handed from a US president to a McDonald’s cashier. It could have been a victim in a high-scale bank heist. This bill could even have paid for the last meal a man ever ate. Realistically it has just seen a lot of strip club floors and vending machine mishaps. 

-A woman set up shop in front of the soda machines, calling several credit card companies on speaker phone, holding her cell up to her ear regardless. This is the epitome of efficiency.

-I was asked what time it was. I informed the guest that it was 3:10. They told me that this meant that it was 12:10 in California. I was then informed that we are three hours ahead of California. She proceeded to count out three hours after 12:10 and ultimately concluded that it was 3:10. This expert sleuthing left me speechless and I hope she returns soon to discuss the specifics of the detective agency I silently resolved to found with her.

-An elderly woman in her seventies informed me, with an enormous grin, that she had just married her high school sweetheart. I have never been happier for a stranger and I hope we find the answer to immortality soon so that they can spend as much time together as they can.

-As a man was paying for his purchase, he told me that he was buying it at the advice of a friend who suggested it would be good for gift baskets. I looked down at his single box of unsalted crackers and silently reassured myself that it was okay to not be this man’s friend.

-I have found that the easiest way to pick up and scan baby dolls is to pick them up by the head and wave them around. I dearly hope to unlearn this habit by the time my firstborn arrives.

-The woman who had knocked over the display found herself checking out in my lane. I have never seen such instantaneous shame appear on one’s face as when she recognized me as the sole witness to her transgression.

-Today I saw a woman who had a beanie pulled over her baseball cap and a woman who seems to have fashioned a car mat into a high-end poncho. This is the sort of fashion innovation that I live for. 

-I may have been recognized by a reader, but I will never know as they did not do more than make intense eye contact and passionately wish me a good day. There are over twenty times as many readers of my stories as there are Target stores in the world, so I would like to remind everyone that if they do happen upon my store while I’m working, there is nothing I would love more than to say hello. I may have severe anxiety, but I also have a desperate need to have my ego stroked, so overall it will be a great time. 

#5:Sing To Me *
*mature content

“You look so pretty, I am sure Harry wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you once he sees you,” Lou cheers Y/N ecstatically, as she puts the curling iron down and admires the lovely work she painted across Y/N’s face.

Y/N smiles timidly, and thanks Lou for being so generous and kind to spend this long on preparing her for the party. She hugs her dear friend, clears out if she’ll be joining them and then with a last goodbye, exits the studio.

Lottie waits outside in the car, herself dressed in a short orange dress, her hair open and make up done to the point.

They hug and greet enthusiastically, giggling at the fact that they finally get to see the boys after almost three months.

With the releasing of the new album, the work load now had been doubled for the fans and media really were expecting too much from the four, now. Tours after tours, promotions and advertisements and lastly the music videos - everything had consumed them so much, that Y/N had hardly had a long conversation with them in a while.

Finally today that the album launches, Y/N feels absolutely enthralled to see them all, and especially her beau, Harry.

God, he was missed so much. Everyday, every night, every moment. His glimpse a day was really enough to make up Y/N’s day, but there were times when the distance really depressed her. Wanting to feel his arms, his lips, his warmth and just him around her were the feeling that thirsted her for three months. Today, she really was expecting to have him all night; she made up her mind to greet him with a long, wealthy kiss and positively stay by his side the whole night.

The car halted in front of the huge building where the launch party was to be held, and with the music pumping till outside and the continuous stream of people entering through their door, the place reflected the party like atmosphere.

Lottie and Y/N got down, hand in hand, and subsequently started the flash lights and camera, the paparazzi creating a holler around the two ladies, making it extremely difficult for the two to get it. But with the guards by their side, not a moment later they both found themselves inside.

Smiling at each other, they walked to the back room where the boys were, and opening the door, they were greeted by warm hugs from Niall.

“Aye, ladies. You both look fantastic! Missed you guys so much.” He plants affectionate kisses on both their cheeks and refrains from getting one from them because they have lipsticks on.

Liam comes next and hugs the two together, making Louis then lunge over them and squeeze them all in his arms.

“You guys made it!” He muses with a big grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners making him look absolutely cute.

The three are smartly dressed. Their tight fitted jeans and dark colored shirts make them look masculine and maturer, and the smiles and excitement they hold on their faces adds to the beauty of them.

Y/N looks behind the tall men, but the person she longed to see seems no where in the room, and catching her impatient eyes, Liam rests a hand on her shoulder and comforts her.

“Don’t worry, babe. Harry’s just gone to grab something to eat. He’ll be back.” He smiles at her and Y/N in gratitude, hugs him again.

They pull away and Liam, in order to distract her, begins to talk of the events that would take place; he gives a rough idea about the guests joining in and informs about the meals and drinks provided. Everything he talks of seems extremely expensive and well managed, and the excitement inside for all increases some more.

“Lottie!” Finally after a while comes the voice Y/N’s ears thirsted to hear, and as she turned around to look at him, she felt her eyes fill with tears.Finallyshe sighed.

Harry hugged Lottie dearly and admired her dress and look, then on Lottie’s saying, he looked over her shoulder and his eyes landed on his girl.

He grew blank for a moment. The beauty with which she stood in front of him was beyond words, and just the happiness that blinked from her eyes made him tear up. He had missed her, so much and just so much.

She looked flawless in the red, sleeveless dress she wore, her big, brown hair falling to her shoulders and her soft, pink lips dressed up in a big grin.

He hurriedly moved to her, his eyes directed only towards her, as he pushed past all the other people to reach her.

Y/N advanced a few steps and let him in a warm, big hug, the comfort and warmth being felt till her heart, as they eagerly wrapped their arms around each other in order to hold one another all together.

“I’ve missed you.” Harry whispers in her ear, and moves up to press a kiss in her hair; a pure form of ecstasy washing over him with her fragrance filling his senses.

“I’ve missed you too, baby, so much.” Y/N pronounces her feeling in his neck, her lips brushing over his skin causing a tingling effect to rush over him.

They pull away and then move forward to attach their lips in a small peck, due to the face that kissing passionately might get awkward and in front of so many people.

Loud cheers echo through the room, the pleasure of all of the people ringing in loud claps for having witnessed the lovers meet again.

Harry rests his hand on her cheek and asks of her well being, and after a little more chatting with each other and the group, the event manager informs them about the commencement of the party.

“I’ll see you.” Harry murmurs to her as his lips leave a small kiss on her forehead before he joins the boys and walks away from Y/N.

Sorrow envelops her, but it is quick to vanish when Lottie comes beside her to push her with her into the party.

The hall is jam packed, and dark, with just a few colored lights here and there. The environment feels healthy and approaching but as the party begins, Harry doesn’t look around any where.

Lottie and Y/N stay close by the whole night, interacting with a few big personalities and sharing snaps and love with all. Amongst all the interactions, Y/N still hopes for Harry to come around from somewhere for her but she finds herself only waiting till the end of the party.

The thought strikes her then - it was inevitable to stick around Harry for the whole party; he is here the main attraction and people are all here for him, why would he bother to pay attention to his girlfriend when he has named people wanting his attention.

After restraining for long, Y/N finally agrees upon accepting the drink Lottie offers her, and one glass is over so hastily that after a half an hour, she has had around five glasses.

Y/N feels drunk and uncontrollable now, as her body on its own sways to the beats and tunes played on the dance floor. Lottie and her get together to break the dance floor, their active participation making everyone join them on floor. Y/N enjoys and giggles the whole time, her hands going up and her body performing steps after steps with the music. The feeling is amazing.

Everyone seems consumed in dancing and jollying around, and Y/N braces herself for the next song when she is pulled off of the dance floor and pushed to a hard chest. The scent and minty fragrance is familiar as the person drags her across the room, bangs open a door, pushes her inside and gets in himself before locking the door behind.

With huge mirrors and wash basins, the place is recognized as the restroom and the voice of the person is recognized as Harry.

“Finally.” He sighs deeply and moves closer to Y/N, pinning her back to the granite slab as his hands hover above her sides.

“Finally.” Y/N chuckles drunkly.

“What’d you drink, honey.” Harry muses at her, as his hands move up her body till around her shoulders.

“I don’t know, but it was really fun. You see, I was having fun without you.” She states to him blankly.

Harry chuckles. “But I was getting really lost without you. Thank god I found you, baby.” He ducks down to her neck and begins planting kisses down to her collarbones.

“You deserved it. You were the one who left me.” Y/N stubbornly remarks as she refrains Harry from working any longer on his neck by bringing her shoulder up.

Harry looks at her with sad eyes. “I’m sorry..” He moves his hands back on her hips and pushes her on the granite slab.“ Now show me how much you’ve missed me.” He breathes over her lips.

Y/N shivers and moves closer. “Oh, so much, baby.”

She pulls him into a kiss. Their lips collide and Harry loses all his mind. Facetimes and pictures have been enough of a tease, it’s time he got it real. He hungrily pushed his lips on her, biting and licking her lower lip to hear her moan. His tongue enters her mouth and he explores her with flicks and licks, before Y/N tugs his hair back with her hand and pulls him away.

“Slow down, you boy.” She chuckles and replaces her mouth again over his. This time she takes control, keeping the kiss soft and mellow, going in slow and deep and then finally releasing him to conduct a passionate lip lock.

The eagerness is uncontrollable, as Harry moves down to kiss her neck when at the same time his hand slips into her dress. Her panties come in hand, which he slides away to have the wet, hot skin of hers on his fingers.

“Ah, baby, so good.” He whispers to her in the neck, and with the cool contact of his fingers on her clit, a shiver and moan subsequently come rushing as an instinct.

Y/N doesn’t take long and look for the button of his jeans, fidgeting with it to tear it apart. Her fingers fondle with button until it finally pops open and then slides down the zip, after which she slips her hand inside his jeans.

Harry groans, his head falling back as Y/N takes him in her hand. His bulge grows bigger and harder with every sensual and slow stroke Y/N plays on it as she gets down from the slab on her feet and presses her lips on his neck.

Harry could not control and he yanks away his jeans, and grabbing her hand in his, he guides her to the inside of his boxers, leaving it when she gets her control. He attaches his lips to hers and they manage to kiss in between the moans and groans Harry releases often.

“Harry, I want you..” Y/N feels out of words, as she releases her hand from inside the boxers and pulls it down, having his member spring and press to her stomach.

Harry doesn’t wait a while and spins her around, bending her over the sink as he lifts her dress violently, and pulls her panties down her legs.

His fingers rub over her sensitive area, collecting the wetness and teasing the swollen entrance of hers while she moans to have him inside her. He licks his fingers, and makes an eye contact with her in the mirror, his fingers releasing from his mouth to plunge inside her.

She curses out loud and takes his name twice and thrice. The sweat glistening on her skin, the worn out expression on her face, and her dirty mouth spilling curses after curses - everything turns Harry on and now he himself seems to lose patience.

“Harry..” Y/N’s voice comes out after he has pulled out his fingers from her.“ Sing to me..sing to me while you thrust inside of me, baby. Please, I love it.”

Harry obliges without any hesitation.“ Which song, honey?”

“Something from the new album….What A Feeling?”

“Do I love your choice? Absolutely.” Harry grins and clears his throat.

“I want it all nice and in melody, alright?” Y/N chuckles as she gives him a look from the mirror.

“Aye, aye, baby.” Harry chuckles and makes an eye contact with her, before bending her down and positioning himself.

“What a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms….”

He thrust into her, filling her at once ad making her groan loudly from underneath.

“When the air ran out and we both started running wild, the sky fell down…”

He grabbed her hair and pulled her to his chest, slowly moving inside her as he takes heavy breathes on her neck and shoulder.

“ But you’ve got stars, they’re in your eyes..”

He turns her head back to him and kisses her lips, then looks in her eyes and sings:

“And I’ve got something missing tonight…”

He thrusts hard this once, and Y/N’s eyes close and her head falls back on his shoulder, her chest rising and falling in quick gaps. Harry thrusts harder again, and then again, making her bend on the sink with the support of her hands.

“What a feeling to be a king beside you, somehow, I wish I could be there now..”

He thrusts once more hard again, and with moans and curses, they come down together. Harry pulls out of her and slides his boxers up, the turns her over to face him, a cloudy smile surrounding her face with exhaustion and tiredness.

“I love this song..” Y/N comments and chuckles musingly. Harry grins at her and then presses his lips in a kiss - slow and soft.

Y/N reacts instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck and continues the kiss in passion and satisfaction.

“I love you.” Harry says as they pull away.

“I love you too.” Y/N says and they chuckle to each other before getting dressed and joining the party back again, this time with more enthusiasm and ecstasy.

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: a thing i learned that helps my fellow front deskers

I had a very lovely girl check in with me today and she was one of my international guests. She informed me at check in that she and her friend were starving and looking for halal food.

For those of you who don’t know, this means basically (and I mean BASICALLY and if I butcher it) the Islamic version of Kosher.

I had three places at the ready because I am the Siri of Cambodia too and one I knew was specifically owned by Muslims which is a place I also suggest to non-Muslims because the food and hot tea is to die for and they have some interesting decor, etc. It’s a neat place and it’s great.

I sometimes wonder how my co-worker still has a job because while I’m giving these ladies four places they can grab a bite that are Halal he decides to interject himself into the conversation by loudly saying “what’s haaaal-laaal? some kind of A-rab stuf?”

Please someone kill me.

Instead I just told the ladies who owned which joint and asked them to ask for me personally if they needed anything. I also asked if they’d like me to make a reservation for them but they were okay with going on their own. The girl who was the reservation owner actually asked to shake my hand because I actually knew what she was asking for and had more than one spot that could take care of her and she was even more blown away that I knew of a Muslim owned business in my area that I frequently go to.

Seriously my front deskers, I know we don’t have a lot of time outside in the world but if you want to provide world class service, get outside of your head. Try every near by place to eat and learn the differences in diets. Halal doesn’t mean vegan, it doesn’t even mean Kosher. Learn what’s around you.

I feel like a broken record saying this stuff but we have so many new FDA’s hanging in TFTFD that I just feel like passing this on. If someone has a dietary issue or a religious issue regarding food, don’t get pissed, get organized and find somewhere they can eat. Like for real go try the “weird” places in your town and at least have the knowledge that it’s clean or what the prices are.

Even if you are working at a hotel that’s the bottom rung of the world in BumbleMcPoopLand you should be aware that people of all backgrounds will be staying with you. I get so irritated at my coworker because he literally doesn’t think other people, other cultures exist or he doesn’t care.

Learn your local food scene. Be Siri. Be better than Siri. Life will reward you.

By: queenofcambodia

By Royal Decree (Part 2)

Summary: Royal AU; you are engaged to be married to the Crown Prince James Barnes. That’s the last thing you want, especially when you meet him and find out he’s the opposite of everything you had pictured. How will you get through it all?

Word Count: 2,196

Warnings: None.

Part 1

A/N: Hope you all enjoy this part!

As the music came to a close, you did the prince a favor and pulled away from him. You didn’t dare look back, instead making your way towards your parents. They beamed at you, their smiles making you feel a pang of guilt at feeling so much animosity towards the man who would become your husband.

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                         KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 10

“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”

A/N: Okay so I’m just gonna say…SHIT IS SOON GOING TO BE GOING DOWN. A little warning in advance for future parts, there may be mentions of blood/gore, so incase that triggers anyone, I’m informing you all. Of course, if it is mentioned in the part, I will warn you all. Enjoy the new part, more to come soon :) [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 4K+

Warning: Cursing…as usual.



It was a ‘necessary break’, as Kylo liked to call it, rather than a training session somewhere in the outer rim as Snoke had 'requested’ him to. He needed this. If there was anything that could possibly get his mind off of things, it was training. The anger that would bubble inside of him during the sessions that Snoke purposely provoked, blinded Kylo from his internal struggles. Internal struggles, something that would never die out in the man. Whether it’d be family or friends, or even you, the call from the light always itched at the surface of his skin.

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TalesFromTheFrontDesk: Well, this went to the dogs....

I work in a city where there are several other hotels also belonging to my big hotel chain, although most of us are different brands within that chain. One of our closer fellow properties is a brand that is pet friendly. However, our property is very much NOT pet friendly. Unless it’s a service animal, it is absolutely not permitted in the hotel.

Last night, the other property walked a guest over to us. They did not inform the guest that we are not pet friendly, and they did not inform us that the guest was bringing two dogs. More specifically, two terriers with a barking problem.

Now, while that’s annoying in and of itself, the fault ultimately lies with our evening front desk staff because the person on duty when the walked guest arrived ACTUALLY CHECKED THEM IN INSTEAD OF SENDING THEM BACK TO THEIR HOTEL.

As uncomfortable as it might have been in the moment to send a guest BACK to the hotel that walked them, I can guarantee that it would have been much less uncomfortable than having an ENTIRE GODDAMN FLOOR OF ROOMS KEPT AWAKE AT ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT BY DOGS BARKING IN A PET-FREE HOTEL. WHAT THE FUCK.

You can imagine how many guests are calling Corporate.

By: SwingGirlAtHeart

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: Never trust gift cards!

So when I get to work today my coworker and fellow NA informs me of a guest that checked in with a gift card. Now the gift card declined at check-in but was still checked in. I don’t know why, as my coworker is much more experienced than I am, but we don’t get gift cards that often. The guest was informed of the problem a little after the night audit.

I ended up seeing the guest when I got there and told girls we would need a different form of payment. He comes back down, gives me a card and runs outside to go to Walmart. Ooookaaayy then. I call the card multiple times, it’s invalid. My manager tells me to lock him out by swiping a new key in his door. I go up and look in the room to make sure his stuff is there and WHOA his wife is in the room. I had been under the impression she was in the hospital due to pregnancy issues..

So I go downstairs and tell my manager of this development. He comes back eventually and says he talked to the people and the card would be ready in 20-30 minutes. Weird but whatever. I wait until 12 to call again about the card and to remind them of checkout time. Twice. No answer either time. Alright, maybe they are pushing for an even later checkout.

I call the cell phone, and he answers!

His card still isn’t working so he tells me he’s at Starbucks and that he’ll be there in 20 minutes. I don’t believe him but whatever.

30 minutes go by and I go check his room. No surprise, the room is empty and everything is gone.

Manager calls and tells him that if we don’t have payment by a certain time then the police will get involved for theft (it was a bluff I guess). He got all ignant saying he isn’t the riff Raff we get. She continued to repeat herself about theft and non payment… . . As I was writing this he actually called back with a card that only covered a part of the balance -.- Ffs. I guess scaring them with police worked. I wouldn’t know as this was the first time I’ve dealt with this. Maybe he will call back to cover the rest! Will update if it happens.

By: AlphaFoxasour

anonymous asked:

What do you think Makoto, Aii, Rei, Rin, and Kisumi would feel watching their s/o sing and act on stage? (Totally not a self-indulgent ask pfffft not at all)

this entire blog is for self-indulgence, my dear. we live in the lap of luxury~ (that is, if you consider my writing a luxury. huh)

Makoto would feel an overwhelming surge of pride, seeing you performing. He’d helped run lines with you the previous night, calmed your nerves before you left that morning; he’d seen every gruesome stage that a performer went through to get such an exquisite performance. He knew how hard it had been for you, doing runthrough after runthrough, so seeing the production go so smoothly comforted him. Your voice was more captivating than ever, your characters more convincing than he’d seen before - he could describe his current state as nothing less than exultant.

Rei had always seen the merit in theatre and musical performances, and having a partner who was so gifted in the area was a treat to savour. He respected all the hard work you put into your performance, and, even though he hadn’t seen much of your practices or run-throughs, he could see the effort paying off right before his eyes. The crowd was exuberant, as was he - observing your talents in action was truly something to behold.

Rin had never really been all that fascinated by the more ‘extravagant’ subjects, often teasing you for spending so much time practising your lines. Now, however, he truly couldn’t deny your talents, and the value of your time spent repeating line after line, memorising every single word, capturing the spirit of another human being - Rin realised that you weren’t just playing that character: You were that character, and it was astounding. He could certainly appreciate the time and effort you spent honing your voice, your characters, your mind; and as such, he appreciated you all the more.

Nitori was blown away by your courage - stepping on a stage in front of all those people, letting them hear your lovely voice, portraying a character and telling a story… He marvelled in your confidence; it radiated from you, even from the stage, and the performance was made all the better because of it. He had not a single doubt in his mind that you would pull the performance off perfectly. When the show was over, Nitori proudly informed other guests that you were his partner, and yes, you really were that talented. He felt honoured to have such a talented partner.

Before the show, Kisumi wouldn’t stop bouncing in his seat; he wasn’t dissimilar to a child that had been given too much sugar. How could he feel any less energetic, though? His ____ was performing, and oh boy, he was excited. When you appeared on stage, he had to remind himself not to scream and wave in encouragement - he felt just as proud as when Hayato performed in his first school play. His shouts were the loudest, his claps the most enthusiastic, come the curtain call. And no, there was absolutely no way you were going to stop him from sneaking backstage to congratulate you on the wonderful performance firsthand.