hastings drive

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aNGRY SEX AFTER A SILLY FIGHTTT

😳 😳  a concept… You’re both angry, still steaming, panting from raising your voices for so long. and somehow you’ve ended up against a wall, up against him with his hand around your jaw and his other hand wrapped around your waist. he’s still angry with you and you’re still angry with him. and you’re shoving him off because while this seems to be one way to work things out, with him inside of you asking you to forgive him, you’re still not over it. and now you’re just glaring hard at one another. 

‘Got a strong left jab there love,’ he smirks nearing you again. ‘Wonder who taught you that.’ 

He’s touching you again, tracing over your jaw and over your lips that have parted slightly now. You’re letting him, you don’t want to fight anymore. You’re angry with him still but this is one way to work things out partially before the apologizes and proper talk start.   

‘You’re awfully quiet now Princess.’ He kisses just below your jaw. ‘Had a lot to say a minute ago,’ he baits. ‘Gonna call me more names?’

‘You’re so fucking-’

‘Love,’ he warns. ‘Good girls don’t talk like that.’ 

‘M’not,’ you shrug. ‘M’not your good girl then.’ You sigh as he traces his tongue up your neck. 

‘No?’ He questions. 

‘No.’ You you barely manage. 

‘Have I got to fuck you like that now, like you aren’t my good girl?’ 

You’re nodding before you realize that you are. He’s got you wrapped around him, your legs around his hips before you realize that as well. He’s slips two of his fingers past your lips as he frees himself from his jeans and tugs your panties down in a rough haste. 

He’s driving into you relentlessly, you’re digging your nails into his skin just as hard as he is biting into yours. He grabs your hands to pin them above you, as he keeps biting into the skin of your jaw. His hips slam into yours each time, and you’re bucking yours to meet his every thrust. And before you know it, you’re flipped onto your stomach roughly, breathing heavily as he lifts you up onto your knees with a tight grip from his hands on your waist. And between pants and desperate whines you’re actually asking for it, for him to spank you. 

‘Wouldn’t have to if you were being good.’ He says cupping your bum with his big ring clad hand. 

And before you can adjust to the sting of one another follows and when he’s done you don’t have much time after that either before he’s taking you hard from behind. He doesn’t let you come when you need to, and in return you’re squeezing down on him so tightly he sees blurry. He pulls your hair, arching your back so he can whisper to you, ‘Do that again, I dare you.’ And you do…..xxx

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@marauders-groupie tagged me to create a moodboard out of the photos i have on my phone

i call it ‘bethany goes outside’ and it features my favourite photos from minehead, keswick, canterbury, london and hastings

tagging: @androgynosaurus @natszang and @welcometothebakaparade

Livin La Vida Loca

Dean Winchester x Reader

1900 Words:

Story Summary: Based on the song Livin La Vida Loca. Dean becomes enamored with a bewitching woman, ignoring everything else. (Summary sucks, I know)

Written for @iwriteaboutdean 200 follower 90′s Baby Challenge. My Song as you can guess was Livin La Vida Loca.

Is a little angsty, I guess.

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I should have known. Everyone warned me. Sam, even Cas who hadn’t even met the girl yet had warned me she was trouble.To stay as far away from her as possible. Of course I didn’t listen, falling under her spell immediately, and now I can only blame myself.

As soon as I saw her, I became a different person.  Someone needy, and desperate, willing to do anything to spend a second in her arms. To stare into those mesmerizing eyes of hers, pretending the problems of the world didn’t rest on my shoulders.

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Right Beside You- Bucky x Reader One Shot

A/N: I hope you like this! I know it’s angsty at first, but it gets super cute towards the end I promise! Let me know what you think! Please follow me for more if you enjoyed this!

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You lay there restless as your mind raced with possibilities of what he was doing. Who was he with, and what were they up to? You continued this pattern night after night since Bucky left. He left without warning, like he had simply evaporated into thin air. The space next to you was empty, much too empty. It had been the third month of you both being broken up when he began to bring around new girls. You acted as though you didn’t notice how their hands were intertwined, and how his eyes were lit up again, brighter than any star in the closest of galaxies. You immersed yourself further into work, researching history of Hydra and where their bases were known to be. Steve had promoted you, and you were directing missions in no time. When Bucky would come into the room for briefings, your heart would flutter faster than a hummingbird’s wings. You would look down, and regain the cold composure that you had built up, along with the persona of a heartless human. You were ruthless as you began to detach yourself from your job, simply becoming a murder machine.

It was 4 o’clock in the morning when you received the phone call that set your world into spirals of chaos. “We need you to come to the hospital, immediately” the voice on the phone informed you. “He has had a major heart attack, and we need a family member to be present.” You quickly dressed yourself, stumbling into your furniture as you clumsily pulled boots on. You must have woken someone with your noise as you heard someone rapping on the door. “Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, feeling a tear glide down your cheek. You put on a small light as you bounded towards the door. You opened it to reveal an aggravated Bucky. You froze in your footsteps as you saw the anger seething off of him. “Do you really have to be so fucking loud at this time of night? We get it, that you don’t sleep since you’re such a frigid bitch, but some of us need to!”

You let your mouth open slightly, and felt what you had been holding back for the past few months come to surface. You had never cried in front of the team, not even Bucky when you both were together. Now, the tears slid down effortlessly. Bucky’s demeanor changed entirely as worry cascaded across his features. You grabbed your purse and keys, and pushed him to the side as you strode towards the Tower’s elevator. “(Y/N), what happened?” Bucky called as he attempted to keep up with your steps. “What does it matter, Buck? You would assume something else anyway” you answered indignantly. Bucky ran a hand through his hair as he reviewed the past events of the morning. “I’m sorry. I really am….” You shook and heaved as the onslaught of tears continued. Bucky placed an arm around your shoulders, and you didn’t resist anymore. You let him pull you into a hug as you sank to your knees. “Buck, why.” “I was afraid of getting too close to you. But I already did. And now, I’m a pathetic joke. Steve continually reminds me of my mistake.” You swore you thought he was holding back his own emotions. “You lost me, anyway….” You said softly.

The elevator approached the garage floor, and you moved towards your vehicle with haste. “Let me drive” Bucky pleaded, noticing how exhausted and distraught you were. You tossed him the keys as you slid into the passenger’s seat. Bucky slid in next to you and started the engine. “I didn’t do anything with those girls” he admitted. “I asked them to come over to make you jealous, and they gladly did. But every single time they would hang with me, it felt nothing like the way I felt with you. Nothing feels right without you.” Bucky’s confessions came rapidly and didn’t stop. “I love you. You and only you.” Your heart clenched as he said those words. You wanted to repeat them, to tell him how much he meant to you, but fear struck you. He could leave again, leave you with nothing. “You’ll leave. You always do.” Bucky parked the car in the hospital garage, and opened the door for you. Before you could walk into the hospital, Bucky put his hands on both of your shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere anymore. If you’ll have me, I want to show you how much you mean to me. I do love you. And I’ll spend my entire life proving it to you if you will let me.” You couldn’t help but smile slightly as you leaned in to kiss him. Your lips were tender and soft against his, and he cradled your face.

Hand in hand, you went into the hospital. Bucky was all of the support that you required. The doctors came out to talk to you about your father’s situation, and what he would need to do in order to stay healthy. You were able to go into the room and see him. He was elated, as well as drowsy. You stayed until it was time for more tests, which was about one in the afternoon. You and Bucky decided to get back to the tower so you could get some sleep before going back to visit.

Bucky carried your sleeping body into the tower, being careful to be quiet so you wouldn’t wake. The team smiled as they saw that the two of you had reconciled. Steve helped Bucky by opening the door to your room, and opened the bed so that Bucky could slide you in. “I’m glad you got your shit together, man” Steve said with a chuckle. Bucky grinned as he rolled his eyes, and slid in next to you. “Get sleep, my dear” he whispered softly as he placed a kiss into your hair. He held you close to him as he fell into one of the deepest sleeps he had experienced in months.

When Your Doggo 🐶 Goes For A Walk 🚶 🚶 ☀
  • Doggo: *relaxes on the couch, flipping through channels by pawing the remote* THE PROGRAMS ON THIS MOVING IMAGE BOX ARE ALL INSUFFERABLY INANE. I HOPE MY HUMANS RETURN HOME SOON. I DO NOT THINK I CAN TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS BANALITY.
  • Doggo: *flips to the local news*
  • Newscaster: Reports of a man in a cartoon wolf suit harassing and attacking random people have increased in the last week. Two men in the lower east side of the city claim to have been attacked by the man and they're saying that this wolf is nothing to bark at.
  • *cuts to an interview*
  • Drunk Man 1: You recording?
  • Someone Off Camera: Yeah, it's rolling.
  • Drunk Man 1: Oh shit!
  • Someone Off Camera: Please, try not to cuss.
  • Drunk Man 1: Fuck, sorry. It's just-
  • Drunk Man 2: *barges onto camera and pours beer over self* We beat the FUCK out of that dude! Whoop whoop! I don't care who the fuck you are: wolf man, clown, fucking draculas, you come out of the woods looking at me weird you're getting your dirty ass bea-
  • *cuts back to newscaster*
  • Newscaster: Uhm... many residents of the city have dubbed this furry attacker as the Third-Eyed Wolf. Currently, the Third-Eyed Wolf is still at large. Authorities are advising everyone to remain vigilante and *TV turns off*
  • Doggo: THIRD-EYED WOLF? IMPOSSIBLE. AN IMPOSTOR. I HAVE TO VISIT THIS NEWS FACILITY AND MAKE THEM FIX THEIR ERROR.
  • Doggo: *walks up to the apartment door, stares up at it and takes in how large it is* ...DARN. THIS TINY DOG'S BODY WILL DO ME NO GOOD.
  • Doggo: *glances over at an open window* SALVATION.
  • Doggo: *hops onto the windowsill, and hops out of the window, fall is cushioned by a garbage bag below*
  • Doggo: *walks to the front of the apartment complex and spots a cyclist*
  • Doggo: *walks in front of the cyclist's pathway*
  • Cyclist: *breaks* Whoa! I almost hit you, puppy. Aren't you cute!
  • Doggo: *wan* *wan*! I AM NOT CUTE, HUMAN. YOUR FATHER WAS DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOUR WIFE IS UNFAITHFUL. YOUR LIFE IS A WASTE. ABANDON YOUR PEDDLING DEVICE AND WALK INTO TRAFFIC.
  • Cyclist: Guh, y-you're right. Nothing matters. *drops bike, walks into traffic*
  • *cars swerve trying to avoid the cyclist*
  • Doggo: *hops onto the fallen bicycle* ...MY SMALL PUPPY BODY WILL NOT BE ABLE TO OPERATE THIS DEVICE.
  • Cyclist: *still walking through traffic, only narrowly avoiding being hit*
  • Doggo: HUMAN, RETURN. YOUR MISERABLE LIFE HAS SOME WORTH YET. I AM IN NEED OF YOUR ASSISTANCE.
  • Cyclist: *turns to look at doggo* Huh? Me?
  • Cyclist: *gets hit by a truck*
  • Doggo: ...DARN.
  • Passerby: *screams as she watches the cyclist get hit*
  • Doggo: *wan* *wan*! EVERYONE CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR SHALLOW FEIGNED CONCERN. YOU'RE IMPRESSING NO ONE. YOUR LIFE IS AS EMPTY AS YOU THINK IT IS, AND EVERYONE KNOWS THAT. ANY AND ALL INTERACTIONS WITH YOU ARE ACTS OF PURE PITY.
  • Passerby: *gets teary eyed* Really?
  • Doggo: ABSOLUTELY. NOW MOUNT THIS PEDDLING DEVICE AND TRANSPORT ME TO THE NEWS FACILITY.
  • Passerby: *sits on the ground* I don't think I want to. I just want to sit here and waste away.
  • Doggo: YOU CAN DO THAT ON YOUR OWN TIME. NOW, I NEED YOUR HELP.
  • Passerby: What help am I? You can find someone much better than me to help you. I never even learned to ride a bike. I just want to curl up and die.
  • Doggo: ...DARN. YOU GO WALK INTO TRAFFIC TOO THEN.
  • Passerby: I don't want to. I don't even deserve to be smashed across a car's window like a fly. I just want to sit here until I starve.
  • Doggo: YOU ARE BEING OVER DRAMATIC. PATHETIC. PERHAPS I AM TOO GOOD AT THIS.
  • *an ambulance shows up*
  • Doggo: CLERICS?
  • *EMTs rush out of the ambulance to tend to the cyclist*
  • Ambulance Driver: Looks gruesome, jeez.
  • Doggo: *wan* *wan*!
  • Ambulance Driver: Hey there, little puppy! What are you doing in the street, bud? It's dangerous.
  • Doggo: YOU HAVE A MASS GROWING IN YOUR BRAIN. IT IS TERMINAL. EVEN IF YOU GET SURGERY, YOU WILL DIE FROM IT. FURTHERMORE, YOUR DAUGHTER WON'T EVEN CARE MUCH ONCE YOU ARE GONE.
  • Ambulance Driver: *sweats nervously* You can't possibly know that. I don't have a mass in brain.
  • Doggo: YOU ARE RIGHT. I CANNOT POSSIBLY KNOW. HOWEVER, I DO KNOW WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND. THE MIGRAINES, THE LIGHTHEADEDNESS, IT BOTHERS YOU. DID YOU KNOW THAT MOST PEOPLE WHO SUFFER FROM THOSE SYMPTOMS HAVE TERMINAL CANCER? ALSO, YOUR DAUGHTER'S ALOOFNESS IS NOT JUST A "TEENAGER THING". SHE HATES YOU. THE RESULT OF BAD PARENTING. SHE SHOULD HAVE STAYED WITH HER MOTHER. DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE INTO YOUR FRIENDS OVER THERE.
  • Ambulance Driver: *revs engine*
  • Doggo: ON THE OTHER HAND, DO NOT. I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE. DRIVE ME TO THE NEWS FACILITY. THEN RUN PEOPLE OVER.
  • Ambulance Driver: *opens passenger door* Absolutely.
  • Doggo: *hops inside the ambulance* GOOD. MAKE HASTE.
  • *ambulance drives off*
  • Me: *walking back to the apartment complex with my roommate*
  • Roommate: So, are you feeling better now.
  • Me: No, I think I'm feeling worse knowing that my roommate is a complete sociopath!
  • Roommate: *nearly trips over passerby on the sidewalk* Watch where you're sitting, you homeless bum! I could've gotten hurt.
  • Passerby: ...
  • Roommate: The city should do something about these vagrants. Like, I can feel property values dropping just looking at them.
  • Me: *looks at the accident in the street* Jesus, what happened?
  • Roommate: Looks like some kind of car accident. Who cares, it's not like it's any of our business.
Story Time

Ok so we were supposed to help organize uniforms for marching band today but Pokemon Go came out so everyone bailed. As me and my friend were walking around, we decided to take a break and head to school to help out. Our band director was there and came out of his office, and was like “what’s up guys” we explained that Pokemon Go came out, and he’s like “Yeah Mrs Hastings was out driving around because it came out” (Mrs Hastings is our assistant director) and as he was saying that, some Pokemon appeared in the band room. He then also decided to get Pokemon Go.

Ronan was driving well over the speed limit as usual, but he had toned down his reckless driving a bit given that Adam was in the car beside him. He was in no way driving safely or following any traffic laws, but at least he was making an effort. School had just gotten out and he and Adam were headed to Monmouth, Gansey in his own car headed to meet them there. Although by the way Ronan was driving, they were going to make it there long before Gansey did. He was slowing down as they neared and was about to pull in to park, but visibly hesitated as he saw an all too familiar car in the lot. He was sure the shock and fear was evident on his face, he only hoped Adam didn’t put two and two together. If Kavinsky was here to see him, there was no way in hell he was going inside. He quickly did a very illegal U-turn, tires squealing and running over the curb in his haste, all thoughts of driving somewhat safely out the window. “Change of plans. I’m going home.” He told Adam, going much faster than he had been before, flying around a corner and just barely missing a car parked on the side of the road.