i know the timing is a bit off but no matter what i do it never lines up

“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

The Boxer

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 10k

Prompt:

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

or

Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.


“I hate the graveyard shift,” Y/N stated, slumping into the chair.

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A Killer First Chapter

Anonymous asked:

Do you have any advise on how to open a story? I have all my characters and my plot and my conflict and everything but I don’t know how to start. How to keep a reader hooked and interested enough to keep going.

This is a little ironic, because I’m about to rewrite my opening three chapters for The Warlord’s Contact from scratch for about the tenth time. But practice does make perfect, and boy have I learned a lot through this process.

Sometimes you look at a story and you just know how it needs to open. It’s the most obvious choice in the world, and it’s clear why no other option would work.

Unfortunately, that’s not often the case. Usually, the beginning to your book will take preplanning and rewriting and replanning and bit more rewriting, and all the while you’ll never quite be sure you chose the best spot to open to, or the right characters to introduce, or the proper setting. 

Here are a few specific methods of thought for tackling your first chapter…

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Costar || K.A.

Originally posted by kevinkeller

Word Count: 1536

Pairing: Kj x reader

Summary: You’re are nervous for an upcoming sex scene with Kj, so he invites you to his trailer to help calm your nerves.

Warnings: sex, blowjobs, cussing, sex in a trailer

Requested: nope

Part 1 (Ross’s part) || Part 3 (Cole’s part)


It was just another day, and you were going into work as usual, but today you were extremely nervous. You had been cast in the new show “Riverdale” on the CW. You were to play Mercy Hamburg, a sweet cheerleader who has the biggest crush on the boy next door, Archie Andrews. Archie was clueless to Mercy’s love for him since they had been friends all their lives, and he only saw Mercy as that—friends.

You had never been in front of the camera before. You had been a director’s assistant for a couple of years now. It was just recently that you decided to change it up, and start auditioning for parts. When you auditioned for the part in Riverdale, you felt that you killed it. But as the weeks went by and you didn’t get a call, you started to get nervous. After weeks of waiting, your manager called you and gave you the good news that you had landed the role.

You had bonded with the cast and became best friends quickly. Everyone was so funny and comfortable to be around. You especially clicked with Kj. His contagious laugh made bubbles form in your stomach. Your character wasn’t the only one catching feeling for a certain auburn haired boy. You knew how unprofessional it was to have a crush on one of your coworkers, so you pushed all the butterflies aside. You tried not to think about his pink lips and how his muscular arms would feel wrapped around your waist.

It didn’t help that your character was in love with his. Whenever you had to look into his eyes or comfort him, you would get this feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t control. Your cheeks would blush when his character would say something sweet to yours. You just blamed it on your acting, the director even complimented you on how well you played a girl in love with a boy that doesn’t love her back.

Today you were more nervous than you usually were when you had to film with Kj. You had to film a sex scene with him today. Of course, you weren’t going to go all the way, but you did have to make-out heavily and undress each other. Even if you filmed the scene with someone other than Kj, you would still feel anxious. You had never kissed someone you weren’t romantically involved with. You weren’t the type of girl who went out to parties and slept around.

Kj knew this so he sent you a text saying to meet him in his trailer before your call time. So that’s exactly what you did after you arrived at the studio. You walked into his trailer which was unlocked and saw him sitting on the love sac in the corner of the room. You walked in and smiled at him as you sat down on the couch across from him.

“Hey, how are you feeling about our scene today?” Kj inquired as he held eye contact with you.

“To be honest, I’m really nervous. I’ve never kissed anyone on camera before especially someone I met like a month ago.” You confessed while bouncing your foot up and down, a nervous habit you have.

“Come over here and sit by me and we can get to know each other better.” Kj scooted over to make room, but no matter how far he did, you were going to have to basically sit on his lap.

You got up and went over to sit down and your legs entangled with his. He put his hand on your thigh and looked at your lips for just a second before flicking up to your eyes.

“How about we make ourselves more acquainted with each other?” Kj whispered with playfulness laced in his words as he rubbed his hand up and down your thigh.

You giggled and looked down at his hand for a second before looking up at his face while you bit your lip, “How do we suppose we do that?”

“Like this,” Kj stated before he put his hand on your cheek and brought his lips to yours. You leaned into the kiss as you kissed back and wrapped your fingers into his hair. The kiss had a sense of urgency to it as Kj’s tongue explored your mouth.

Kj moved his hands to your hips as he guided you to sit on his lap. The butterflies in your stomach had flown away and were replaced with a sense of need. You started to grind your center over his and he let a groan out.

“Fuck, keep doing that.” He grunted as he pressed his fingertips into your hips to guide them to move over his.

You tugged at the bottom of his shirt needing there to be fewer clothes separating the two of you. He pulled off his shirt with one swift movement and threw it to the floor.

You ran your lips over his newly exposed skin, stopping at the base of his neck. You focused all your attention to this spot because when you sucked, Kj let out a loud moan.

Kj stopped you before you left a mark by sliding your shirt over your head and throwing it over to pile on the floor. He hummed in response in seeing your boobs in a black lace bra.

He brought you closer to him and started to kiss down your body while grinding his hips up into your core. You could feel a knot start to form in the pit of your stomach and you moaned out his name.

Kj unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. You sat up and rubbed him over his underwear. He was already starting to get hard so you pressed down a little harder and Kj let out a deep groan, “If you continue this, I’m going to come in my pants.”

You slipped down off the love sac onto your knees in between Kj’s legs and pulled down his underwear. His shaft sprang up and hit his stomach, “Mhm someone is excited,” you said with a smirk as he wriggled underneath your touch.

You took him into your hand and started to swipe up and down. You then took his head into your mouth and paid special attention to it. You flicked your tongue on the backside of his shaft where the bundle of nerves was.

Kj arched his back and took your hair into a make-shift ponytail while letting out a deep moan, “Yes baby girl just like that.”

You started to slide your mouth down, taking more of him into your mouth. He hit the back your throat and you started to gag, but Kj held you down by your hair for a couple of seconds more before lifting you up. You then licked up his shaft and encompassing his head in your mouth again.

Kj sudden pull you up off him and into his lap, “I want to come inside you,” He mumbled as he pulled down your shorts.

He pulled your underwear to the side and lined up himself with you. He went slowly as he filled you up. You let out a loud groan as he stretched you out, and he let you adjust before guiding your hips up and down on top of him.

You started to slowly move back and forth, getting used to his generous size. Your clit was being pressed against his abdomen making your head spin.

He started to moan when you finally adjusted and started to bounce faster. He began to thrust up into your core. You moaned his name with a few profanities as the knot in your stomach tightened.

“Kj, fuck, I’m about to come,” You grunted as he continued thrust relentlessly into your cunt.

“Hold it,” Kj commanded with a deep voice as he pounded into you. You didn’t think you could hold it much longer.

“I can’t, fuck, please let me come,” You begged as you opened your eyes to see Kj staring up at you. This sent him over the edge. You felt his load force its way into you and the ripple effect caused you to also release and break into an overwhelming orgasm.

As Kj’s thrusts slowed down, he let you ride out your orgasm while he stared up in awe at your sweat covered face. He slowly pulled out of you and laid you beside him.

“Do you think you will be comfortable now when we film our scene?” He asked with a smug tone after you had composed your ragged breathing.

“No, because I’m going to be horny the whole time,” You laughed as you turned on your side to face him.

“Well, then that just means we’ll have to meet in my trailer again after.”

“I guess so.” You started to get up and get dressed as you heard a knock at the door. You started to panic, but Kj went to the door and the woman outside said he was needed on set. He quickly dismissed her as he turned around to you.

“Ready to go film?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

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Bruise [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.1k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Part One: x Part Two: x Part Four: x Part Five: x

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The white cream swirled about in the dark coffee in front of you, your fingers clasped around the warm, pastel orange mug as the steam floated up in hazy waves. There were signs of life all around you, couples sharing intimate lunches and students laughing away their course work. The street outside the window in front of you was busy, bustling with people and lined with fall kissed trees, branches adorned in warm tones, rustling when a breeze blew. Despite the heat of life all around you, you felt cold, like your bones were made of ice, like your heart was encased in snow. The book across the table was pushed aside as Minseok sat back down, coffee in hand and round golden glasses perched on his nose as he exhaled heavily, ready to listen.

“Do you want to start or should I?”

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anonymous asked:

Please please share your thoughts on Wonder Woman? Thank you! :)

ANYONE WHO WATCHED WONDER WOMAN (2017) DIR. PATTY JENKINS AND WASN’T COMPLETELY IN LOVE IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED

Some thoughts:

  • So we all knew it was going to be emotional to FINALLY have a female superhero movie, but the movie exceeded those expectations. The fight scenes were incredible and so focused on Diana and what she was capable of – the men basically weren’t even there. The fuckin no man’s land scene SAVED MY LIFE. Superhero movies are known for being heavy handed and this one didn’t escape that for sure (the love speech at the end was….a lot), but that scene was so well done…they didn’t have to stoop to some Éowyn knock off line of “I am no man,” we were allowed to just see her do what real women do - step up and do it. Even though that wasn’t the first time we’ve seen her in full Wonder Woman costume on screen, it felt like it was, like it was the first time I’d EVER seen ANY hero before and it took my breath away. By far the best Superhero Reveal Moment I’ve ever seen. My girl taking out bullets right and left, drawing fire from the entire German army!! Fuck me up!!!
  • You can’t talk about this film without talking about gender role reversals. Chris Pine was So Perfect and I think they really couldn’t have pulled the movie off if they’d cast any other white boy in the role. He was funny but genuine, capable but never arrogant, charming but not entitled about it. He learned quickly what Diana was capable of and respected her for it, always moving to the sideline during the fight scenes (the shield moment with the bell tower comes to mind - who needs a sniper when you can fuckin launch a god at the shooter??), knowing that these were her fights and never trying to mansplain her out of them. He wanted to protect her, but didn’t underestimate her - all the things that a typical female romantic interest does in these kind of movies. It was amazingly well balanced, so much so that I didn’t even mind the romantic sub plot. Plus he was almost entirely naked there, way to play to the audience my dudes!!!!
  • The historical context did the movie such a great service. The outward displays of sexism became so ridiculous when faced with Diana, who genuinely had never had to deal with the patriarchy’s bullshit before. It didn’t just make the men in London look pathetic and mean, it cast a large shadow over the way that women are treated today. 
  • The Dark DC Gradient™ on all the shots isn’t my favorite but it did Chris Pine’s fuckin bright blue eyes a huge favor
  • Gal Gadot was so fuckin good??? Not only was she beautiful, like really really distractingly beautiful, like I kept having to force myself to pay attention to the dialogue cause I, like Steve Trevor, could not stop looking at her (and she’s standing next to Genuine Stud Chris Pine and still?? SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL). But she was way more then that, her performance was spot on. Diana was naive, commanding, strong, compassionate - while never being reduced down to just a one note version of these things. She felt so real to me, in a genre that spends very little time on character development. Even in the sappiest parts of the script, she sold it. She absolutely sparkled. 
  • Some of the best dialogue was the back and forth between Diana and Steve when she’s asking questions about mankind/London - it was cute and funny without being too overdone or obvious, which it easily could have been
  • The villains weren’t much to write home about, but they didn’t need to be. The movie was so laser focused on Diana and Steve that they really didn’t matter, you could self insert whatever you wanted to there
  • Themyscira is the ideal for I too want to hang out on the beach and never see a man again
  • Also that lesbian line, and how stupid male reviewers blindly did not understand it!!! Fuckin drag em
  • But also the fight scenes on Themyscira were INCREDIBLE. I wish that first section had been a bit longer just because I was enjoying it so much, but it was so refreshing to see all women on screen - women who fought and loved and supported each other. Incredible. 

I haven’t enjoyed, really enjoyed, to the point of not having to think about the message or the structure or how much fuckin time I’ve wasted listening to some male superhero talk about honor or some equally boring garbage, since The Avengers came out in 2012. Even then, Wonder Woman felt like something else entirely. It leaned on many of the same tropes and sequences, but there was enough reinvention in between (particularly the characters, who I felt were much more fleshed out then any superhero movie I’ve seen before) to make it feel fresh and exciting. This so easily could have been a throw away movie, a chance for movie execs to point and say, hey we tried with women that one time!! But Patty Jenkins, and Gal Gadot, and all the other women who worked on this incredible production, knew what was at stake, and weren’t going to let that happen. Every time I see a little girl dressed up as Diana Prince, on her way to the theater, my heart fills more and more. During the film, I found myself on the verge of tears five or six times - sometimes because it was so beautiful, to see a woman who felt so real being strong and vulnerable and saving the damn world, but other times because the plot itself genuinely moved me. Wonder Woman is revolutionary for the industry, sure, but more importantly, it’s just a damn good movie. 

Skyline {II}

Originally posted by over-et

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline.  In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do…as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!!  One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing.  While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one.  I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all.  I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon.  And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!

{part I}

It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook.  Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close.  And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.

Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few.  You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall.  It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different.  Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words.  Just different.

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Try to get rid of me in an overseas big city? We'll get rid of you instead.

(long story. tl;dr at the end)

Context:

Back in 2011 me and my immediate family traveled to Saudia Arabia for Umrah, or what’s known as the lesser pilgramage. You visit Makkah, make rounds around the Kaabah, pray with all your heart and soul, you get the picture. My dad and I were excited because we were all about going on a spiritual journey and casting away the problems of the world - but as it turns out, some problems just wouldn’t leave us.

As soon as we landed in Jeddah’s airport, our plan was to take a taxi to Makkah and get the Umrah done while we were still gung-ho about God. However, we were instead diverted to our relatives’ house in Jeddah, where we discovered that 4 or 5 of my mothers’ relatives and their families had gathered up and spontaneously crashed in my grandfather’s house for one giant family reunion. Naturally, my dad and I, as well as my maternal grandfather, were really upset over this development as my mom’s side of the family is full of … for the lack of a more polite word, the shady folks. Most of them I was on good terms with, but once I realized that my least favorite Uncle and Aunt had come with the crew, my enthusiasm just deflated like a balloon.

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In Reverse.

Just an idea that i have in mind. 

Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Ao3: Click me to read. 


Lance had many hidden talents. He could sing, he could play the guitar, and was the only one in his family that could rival his mother cooking. 

And, to everyone’s surprise, he was really good at flirting. Yes, he liked to joke around and tell girls stupid pick-up-lines, but he knew none of the things he said were going to get him somewhere with them. To be honest, it was only a game for him. 

His stupid flirting always got people to laugh, to relax, which was his main goal. 

But his actual flirting? Well, it always got him whatever he wanted.

Do you want to get into a place for free? Just bat your eyes and giggle a little. If you can, show a bit of skin. Do you need a favor? Call the person pretty names, hug them. Be a little more touchy, but still keep a distance. You don’t want them to think they can touch you whenever they want. Do you need money or need to buy something? Well, you need to work more for that one. Be nice, have little details with them. Hug them, hold their hand. Let them know that you care and you want something more than just a friendship even when you don’t. Be subtle, act naive and just drop hints that you want or need things. If you have them well wrapped around your finger, they will get anything that you ask for just to make you happy. Don’t forget to give them a few kisses, you need to keep them interested! If they start asking for more just leave them immediately.

To be honest, Lance was not… Truly proud of this talent. He didn’t like playing with other people’s feelings, but he did what he had to do to help his family. They didn’t have much money, and his mother and father struggled a lot to make sure they could attend to school and had something to eat everyday. 

His flirtation was something he did to have fun once in a while, but after he realised how much he was getting from it he started taking advantage. At first they were simply stuff. Being able to go to places without spending a penny was good. He could still have fun without wasting his parents money on unnecessary things.

But then he started meeting new people. And these persons he met were wealthy as fuck. And Lance use this on his favor… He befriend them, he started flirting, and then manipulated into paying his family debts. Of course, for them it was nothing. Just more money to throw away in order to impress Lance and get on his good side. 

For him? It meant everything when the bills arrived and saw the relief and confusion on his parents faces.

He stopped doing when he thought it was enough and spent the rest of his days studying to get a full scholarship on the Garrison to try to fufill his dream of becoming a pilot to travel the universe. 

Of course, he never expected going so soon and becoming a part of as important as Voltron. To be honest, Lance felt really out of place. All of his teammates had amazing skills and great things to offer. Him? He didn’t have much, really. His talents weren’t a thing people usually looked for in a warrior.

Yes, he was smart ans was getting so much better in battle. But he didn’t have anything especial. 

They took Zarkon down. They didn’t kill him, but he was to hurt to keep fighting. Everyone saw this as an opportunity to take the Galra Empire down now once and for all thinking that now they didn’t have a ruler it was going to be much easier. 

Needless to say, they were wrong. 

A new ruler arrived. His name? Lotor. An old friend of princess Allura. He asked for an audience with her. She accepted, claiming that she once knew him and that he deserved the benefit of the doubt. 

They introduced themselves to the prince after he greeted Allura. They took their helmets off. Lance didn’t fail to notice the look Lotor was giving him. 

Lotor was… Different. For the way he talked, everyone could see Lotor wasn’t too comfortable with following his father’s wishes, but was too loyal to go agaisnt him. 

The prince, unlike his father, had feelings.

Voltron and Allura talked with the prince for hours. Once they realised they wouldn’t conviced Lotor to give up the fight, Allura changed the topic to more personal matters. Even when he was an enemy, he used to be her friend and was the only one apart from Coran and Zarkon who was left from her time. 

Lance stared at the prince, shared some coy smiles and exchange a few words. When they changed from room, he put himself besides him and touch his shoulder after telling a joke. 

Some laughed, some rolled their eyes. 

Maybe he wasn’t as skillful as his friends, but Lance wasn’t an idiot either. If there was something Lance knew how to do, it was playing with people’s feelings.

The prince blushed, and he called it a victory.



I asked myself many times, “what if instead of Lotor manipulating Lance feelings, it was Lance who did the manipulating?”  and this came out. i may write more if people like this ???? and leave comments ???? idk love you all ♥  

GoTG Meet Avengers


Peter stares, watching them all a little blankly. By his side, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s been groaning for the past twenty seconds.


“So… you went on a ten-year murder spree where you joined a terror organisation of your own free will in order to kill Tony, who wasn’t even responsible for the death of your parents in the first place- and then decide that just Tony isn’t murderous enough for you, and go for the rest of his team for some reason, too?”

Across the room, Wanda bristles. “It wasn’t like-”

“And then your team leader let you on the team you were trying to murder? Almost immediately after the one single fight you helped them with?” Gamora interrupts. Her eyes are cold and dangerous. 

Steve opens his mouth to defend himself, but Drax cuts in. “And you,” he gestures harshly at clint, “you were willing to abandon your family and get yourself arrested, just so you could involve yourself in a matter that did not concern you anyway?”

“You think I wanted to be arrested? That was all Tony-” Clint begins, but Drax roars, and Clint rears back, eyes wide and hand reaching for the bow at his hip.

“TONY STARK DID NOT FORCE YOU TO BREAK YOUR LAWS! I WAS PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE I FOUGHT FOR MY FAMILY, NOT-”

“Drax, stay calm. These people are breakable,” Gamora warns, although she is staring at them all as if she wants nothing better than to let Drax get himself worked up over them. 

“You know, Tony has only been giving you his view on everything that happened,” Steve counters. He’s looking at Tony like… like he’s disappointed in him, and that’s enough to get Rocket yelling angrily.

“Oh, so you sayin’ you didn’t tear the team he invested his time, his love, his effort into, apart- all so you could save a guy that Tony had offered to rehabilitate in the first place anyway? Or what about the fact you didn’t tell him that your best bud murdered his parents? That a lie too?” He snarls, and on his shoulder, Groot’s arms are slowly growing, pricklier and heavier- he can feel the weight on his shoulders.

“I think everyone needs to calm down, here-” Sam begins, but Gamora silences him, knuckles cracking as she steps forward.

Sam, wisely, takes a step back.

 “You do not get to talk- not when you chose to put your trust in a man you met for three seconds, whilst he was breaking into Tony’s compound, over the actual Avenger and team-mate himself,” she hisses, hands thrown up into the air as she turns to face all of them now.

“You sicken me. I may fight and argue and be frustrated with my team- but at the end of the day, they are still my family. They are still the people I would trust without a second thought,” she shoots a glare at Sam, “who I would always tell the truth to, even if it hurts,” Steve looked at the floor, jaw set in a grim line, “and who I would never, ever ask to be on the same team as a woman who subdued them to their worst fears and tried to kill them. I would rather die.”

She spat on the floor, and then turned away. “I am going back to the ship. You may continue your discussions if you must, but I am finished. I will only kill one of them if this continues.”

“That would be a shame,” Drax says quietly, his voice low and threatening.

Tony, who spent the majority of the conversation absolutely silent, speaks up at that point. “Hey! Drax used sarcasm!”

No one laughs. He goes back to holding his head in his hand.

Peter just looks slightly sick. His hand is wrapped very, very tightly around Tony’s.


“You know that post of text that Tony showed us a few weeks ago? He called it a… a me-me? With the breadsticks and the asshole date?” Rocket pipes up after a few seconds of silence, gun still spinning ominously in his fingers. “I think it’s time for us to shove Tony in our spaceship and say we have to go, right now, immediately.”


Despite everything, Tony lets a huff of laughter escape at that. Peter- seeming to suddenly snap out of his horrified trance- nods his head approvingly, beginning to tug on Tony’s hand. “Yes. I agree. Wonderful though this diplomatic meeting of teams was, I’m afraid we have urgent business to attend to. We have to… show Tony… something awesome.”

“Yes. LOVE, AFFECTION AND VALIDATION!” Drax roars again, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and placing the most violent and angry kiss possible on top of his hair.

“Later, losers!” Rocket calls out, sticking his middle finger up behind him and then turning to punch Tony’s thigh gently before scarpering back to the ship.

Groot hops down from Rocket and then latches on to Tony’s forearm, clambering up his arm until he was resting on Tony’s shoulder instead. Tony glances over at him and grins happily. He’s always had a bit of a soft spot for Groot.

“hey,” he whispers, as the tiny tree alien quickly began to grow a few flowers, and then plucked them off his hand and tucked them into Tony’s hair. “I am Groot,” he whispers right back in reply.

Tony smiles, rolling his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Don’t worry about them- I left them behind a long time ago.”


Steve hears that. He looks at tony for a long time, his eyes a little sad and regretful.


Tony just stares right back, and then raises his eyebrows and shrugs, adjusting the beginning of the flower-crown Groot was making for him.

“Call me the next time it gets too much for you guys to handle,” he calls out after them, as Peter and Drax both steer him hurriedly back toward the ship and away from his old team.

Groot giggles on his shoulder, and then places another flower behind his ear. “I am Groot!”


“I agree,” Tony says, just as Peter nods his own approval, gently bumping their shoulders together. “Let’s go and play Space-Tag.”

The Fun Process of Imprinting

Originally posted by miss-rosalie-hale

IMAGINE: You are the adopted child of the Cullens and you learn the hard way you are Paul Lahote’s imprint.

NOT MY GIF

“You coming Y/N?” One of your brothers yells at you.

Rolling your eyes, you say goodbye to your friends and turn around. Your third oldest brother smiled as you made your way over to him and the rest of your siblings.

“You guys are really impatient, you know that right?” You tease Emmett, softly slugging his arm. His wife, rather, one of your sisters, grabbed you by the hand and led you into the car.

“Carlisle wants to see us right away. Esme called us and said it was an emergency.”

Your eyebrows immediately scrunch together as you pile into the family’s car. Alice starts up the vehicle as the rest of you try not to worry about what your father wanted to talk to you guys about.

“It’s probably nothing,” Jasper tried to soothe you. 

Your emotions were coming off strong as you tried suppressing your fear. He leaned across Emmett (Both of your sisters sat in the front as Rosalie called shotgun!) and took your hand in his.

Despite him having problems with blood and humans, your brother taught himself to familiarize your scent ever since you were a child. It didn’t affect him as bad as Bella did or the others did.

Seeing that you were still stressing out, Jasper began to manipulate your emotions until you felt calmer. Sending him a smile, you nod your head in thanks.

“Let’s see how much trouble we’re in now,” Emmett muttered as Alice pulled into the driveway of the house.

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in which jack does not, in fact, go into the NHL

AN: the sequel to this piece. 
TW: Suicidal thoughts, career changes, hard conversations.


When the confetti rained down in the other team’s colors, Jack felt a cold wave of numbness wash over him.

I don’t want to be alive anymore, he thought, chest tightening with shame and fear. I want to die.

A pause. A breath.

Oh.

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Fantasies

request: Omg requests?  Could we have a oneshot about Bucky seeing his girlfriend wearing a Choker for the first time? Like, she has never worn one before, but this one has one of those silver metal rings on it, and Buckys mind goes somewhere very dirty when he sees it?  Please?

word count: 3251

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (female recieving), tbh this is just plain filth there’s no other way to put it

Originally posted by painfulblisss

You were a thing of dreams, a vision standing there and Bucky couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty. You were the epitome of perfection and as you stood there Bucky leaned back in his chair taking his time to allow his eyes to rake over your body, his eyes stopped at your neck and Bucky let out a harsh breath at the sight.

Your neck was adorned with a choker which hung a silver metal ring, the sight of you wearing such a thing made Bucky want to fuck you whilst you were wearing it and only it. He didn’t know what it was that captivated him so much but it didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was putting that choker to good use.

You looked at him concerned, he hadn’t moved or said anything in minutes and that was unlike Bucky who was practically hyperactive. “Bucky, you good?” You asked and at the sound of your voice his head snapped up, tearing his gaze away from your neck and focusing it on your face.

Bucky was afraid if he looked down, it would become painfully aware to the both of you the effect that your choker had on him. Bucky swallowed thickly trying to distance himself from his thoughts of you writhing under him as his eyes locked on the choker once more. He realised you were waiting for an answer so once again his eyes trailed upwards to your face and he plastered on a smile, “Yeah, I was uh- just thinking.” Bucky replied as you looked at him curiously, you knew there was something going on with the man in front of you.

You shook your head before heading over to your dresser to pull out pyjamas, you were going to put them on when you realised you were still wearing the choker you had put on earlier. Your hands quickly went to your neck clasping the chain hoping you could take it off without any assistance. You were on the cusps of unclasping it when Bucky shot up of the chair in your bedroom. You looked at him an eyebrow arched, “What?” You asked as you looked at your boyfriend confused because ever since you came home from girls night with Wanda he had been acting strangely. It was like the moment he laid eyes on you he went silent, maybe he was upset you couldn’t spend time with him before he left because he was on a mission debriefing.

Bucky gulped and said all too quickly, “Don’t take it off.” At his words confusion over took you, what was he talking about?

“Take what off?” You asked because this was getting annoying.

Bucky took a deep breath trying to stave off the feelings that were evoked by the piece of jewellery on your neck. “The choker, don’t take it off.” Bucky clarified and he did so in a tone of voice you had heard many times when you were lying beneath him bare and under his control.

You also knew the look on his face too well, it was the look that said he wanted to devour you.You realised then what he wanted, why he was so silent and why he refused to let you take the choker off. You pretended as if you didn’t know however and instead asked him a question, “Why not?” You asked as you tilted your head looking at your boyfriend who was standing up his fists clenching trying to control the fire inside of him.

He took one look at you, his eyes focusing solely on your choker and then he stepped forward his hands going straight to your ass and kneading the clothed flesh. “Because babydoll I like it, a lot. I also love the thought of how you’d look wearing it and only it as I fuck you hard like I know you want.” Bucky said and it his words you sucked in a breath because you loved Bucky and all his dirty fantasies and this one sounded delectable.

“You have to do something for me and if you do I’ll keep it on so you can fuck the shit out of me.” You replied with a small smirk as you wove your hands around Bucky’s neck bringing him closer to you before you pressed your lips to his. Bucky kissed back immediately his lips tangling in yours as his hand never once stopped kneading the flesh he hoped to turn red later tonight.

His metal arm found itself astray and inching closer and closer to your clothed bundle of nerves, his thick fingers rubbed along your clit and at the feeling you moaned your lips parting as you did allowing Bucky’s tongue to slither in. You didn’t fight him, you never did -  you loved it when he took control. His tongue ravaged your mouth as you hoped he would on another body part.

When he was done, he bit down heavily on your bottom lip causing you let out a whimper your body shaking slightly at the blurred lines of pain and pleasure. He pulled away and looked at you, “What exactly is that you want me to for you, doll?” Bucky asked.

“Besides fucking the life out of me I want you to devour me.” You said as you grabbed ahold of his metal fingers and pinched your clit making you purr like a kitten.

Bucky’s tongue ran deliciously across his lips at sight as well as the sound of your moans.“What do you want?” Bucky asked because he loved to tease, he loved the way you would beg him to fuck you as well as the sound of you moaning and sobbing his name as pleasure overtook you and your senses.

You moved his hand from your clothed clit and brought his fingers up to your mouth bringing one of the heavenly thick fingers to your lips before you ran your tongue over the tip before taking it all into your mouth. Bucky groaned at the sight because you looked enticing as you sucked his fingers like it was his cock.

“My babydoll’s so dirty.” Bucky practically bragged as you gave all of his thick fingers the special treatment, he could picture you on your knees sucking his cock and your being covered in his cum. “Always.” You said with a smirk which made Bucky chuckle darkly.

“Undress babygirl and lay on the bed, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need,” Bucky said and you did as he said. You stripped yourself bare till you were wearing nothing but the choker Bucky was now extremely fond of.

Bucky looked at you sprawled out on the bed, legs opened wide ready and waiting for him in nothing but the choker that made him want to lose all self-control. He found himself reaching for his phone on the bedside and taking multiple photos of you, each time you heard the audible click of the camera you put yourself in another position all of which highlighted the choker on your neck. When Bucky was satisfied that he had taken enough pictures of you and that as always you looked absolutely fucking perfect in each photo, he set his phone down to the side and steadily crawled his way up the bed. He found himself in between your legs like he always did and the sight before him was glorious, he could see your wetness leaking all over the sheets and it was magnificent.

“You’re so fucking perfect baby doll, you know that? You’re so wet, is it all for me?” Bucky asked and you bit your lip nodding as you looked down at him.“Can’t wait to show just how much I fucking love you in that choker,” Bucky said before he leant down and in an instant, his mouth was on your pussy. Your hands flew to his long tresses needing to clutch something as pleasure spiked through you, your moans were no longer soft they were harsh and loud as Bucky ate you out like it was his job.

He wouldn’t let you go, he couldn’t with how hard you were tugging at his hair and how you moaned his name so desperately. Your back arched against the sheets your body quaking as Bucky delved deeper, his tongue ravenous as he sucked and licked at your clit. You had been in this position many times but this was different, there was a raging fire inside of him and you could feel it as his tongue came into contact with your clit and he all but growled into your pussy.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You moaned nearly screamed as he lost all restraint, he delved deeper his tongue licking up all that you had to offer, it was sticky and sweet like honey and Bucky couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted on his tongue.He took you like a drug, he was practically an addict to your sweet alluring taste. Bucky went faster wanting more than nothing to feel your white cum on his tongue, he wanted to lap up your juices and when he was done he wanted to fuck you hard all whilst staring at you in that choker.

Bucky sucked harshly on your bundle of nerves and you felt your hips bucking up into the velvety smooth of his lips that have explored every inch of your body in heat and in passion.

“I can’t take it.” You said through moans as Bucky kept eating you out as vigorously as he could wanting to get you to your orgasm. Bucky smirked into your pussy but said nothing and kept going causing you to let out a string of high pitched screams as you tugged so hard on his hair you were sure you would pull a piece out.

Your legs were shaking by his head and your moans and breaths were ragged as Bucky’s tongue and lips never once left their favourite place, he breathed in your scent loving your smell as his teeth raked over the sensitive flesh of your clit.

You couldn’t last any longer, your impending and inevitable orgasm creeping up on you as you felt Bucky’s teeth on your clit once more. Euphoria hit you hard and fast with no mercy and soon you felt your release, Bucky felt it too and the moment he did his face was directly at the source lapping all that you had up. He couldn’t tear himself away from it even as much as he tried, you tasted even better than drugs and Bucky needed another hit.

He kept going long after your high and didn’t stop till the scruff of his beard with covered in thick droplets of your cum.“I can’t, I need you Bucky. I need your cock.” You whimpered and that the sound of just needy you were Bucky pulled back savouring your sweet taste as he did.

He looked at you to see that like always you were absolutely wrecked. You had never looked so perfect to Bucky in your life, your hair was a mess and your lip was red and raw from how hard you had been biting down on it to stop yourself screaming.

“Shh, Babygirl don’t worry I’m gonna give you what you need.” Bucky cooed as he quickly removed his clothes leaving him naked and you desperately needing the fullness of him inside of you.

Bucky liked to take his time with you but once your eyes landed on his thick cock, a needy moan left your lips and suddenly Bucky was impatient. He quickly aligned himself at your entrance, one hand grabbing the headboard whilst his metal arm came down to your hips keeping them in place as he pushed in. The moment you felt his cock slide through your puckered hole you were a goner, you looked into Bucky’s eyes and you saw a fury and you knew that it wouldn’t be long again till you were coming all over his cock.

Bucky wasted no time in starting to move, he was as quick as ever and didn’t show any mercy whatsoever. You could hear the headboard above you rocking as Bucky thrusted into you so hard you thought the bed might collapse.

“Fuck you’re so tight. I’m gonna fuck you so hard babygirl. You want that?” Bucky asked and you nodded frantically as his hips thrusted into yours and then a string of your moans filled the air.

Bucky couldn’t help himself groaning at your noises as he pushed into you so hard the sound of your skin slapping against each other in the most animalistic of ways rang throughout the room. It was as if every time Bucky fucked you he was like a dog without a leash: wild and free to do whatever he pleased and what he liked to do was make you scream at the top of your lungs.

Your hands found the sheets needing something to hold on to as Bucky drove his cock into your pussy at the speed you had never experienced before. You wondered why and then you realised his eyes were glaring holes into the choker that had started it all.

The headboard hit the wall furiously as Bucky’s eyes never once left your neck finding it as well as the tightness of your pussy the most intoxicating thing ever. He drilled into you so hard you were writhing under him screaming and moaning clutching the sheets so hard you were nearly tearing them. He loved it, every pulsing throbbing moment of it because you were a sight to behold wearing the choker and letting him fuck you into an oblivion.

“Use it.” You managed to breathe out and Bucky looked at you in confusion although never once stopping thrusting into you like a savage.

You looked up at him seeing his confusion and clarified, “Use the choker, use it as you fuck me.” You said and that was all Bucky needed and the next you knew he pulling you up using the metal ring onto his cock, you were now in a straddling position and Bucky brought his hand from the headboard to your hips.

Your hips connected as Bucky used the metal loop to keep pulling you down with force and fury onto his cock, every time he did you screamed so loud he was sure anyone who lived near you would be able to hear and he was glad because he wanted people to know just how good he could fuck you. The hand from your hip came to your hair tugging on it and pulling your lips onto his, your moans and screams were muffled as Bucky’s tongue sought you out exploring every inch and crevice of your mouth.

You let him with pleasure because you couldn’t focus on anything else but the way he kept pulling you down matching his thrusts as a whole new ecstasy took over your senses.

When Bucky pulled back from the kiss, light was shed onto your moans and Bucky found the noise simply melodic. He pulled you closer, feeling the hard tips of your nipples against his chest as he rutted into you. You found yourself biting down onto his shoulder and at your actions deep guttural moans left Bucky’s lips because you were just as nasty and animalistic as he was. You tightened your legs around clamping down on his cock and the feeling was so fucking perfect the deep groan that emitted from Bucky sounded like a scream and the sound made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

You loved hearing him come undone just as much as he loved hearing you.“Fuck, you sound hot.” You breathed out and then a moan tore itself from your throat, euphoria grabbing hold of you once again. Bucky chuckled against you before dropping his head down against your neck his tongue running along the smooth material of your choker.

“So do you.” Bucky replied before he found space on your neck and clamped his teeth down on your flesh wanting to mark you up because the sight of you covered in the purples bruises he gave you made him fuck you harder.

“Gonna keep going till I feel those walls clamp down on me again and I feel you coming all over my cock like the dirty little girl you are.” Bucky promised as he thrusted deeply into you his balls smacking against your skin, the noise was pure filth – it was beautiful to you and Bucky.

“Not gonna be long.” You said because with the way Bucky was fucking you with pure hunger and lust you knew you wouldn’t be able to last any longer. Your words were proven when Bucky moved your legs up his torso allowing him to thrust into you at a new angle and as he did he hit your g-spot on the mark every single time he ploughed into you.

“Oh, I know babydoll.” Bucky said smugly as he fucked you with all the strength and energy he had left because like you, he felt his high beckoning him over. He gave you his all.It was when he hit your g-spot and when his lips dropped to your breasts that you were done, you couldn’t take it, no longer having it in you and soon enough your vision went white as you were lifted off into the euphoria of your high.

Bucky watched you come undone like a hawk, his eyes never once leaving you as he pulled his lips from your nipples and brought them to your shoulder pressing kisses there to calm you as you came down from your high.

He felt his high when these words left your lips, “Fuck Bucky, come inside me, come inside me please.” He loved when you begged and to hear you beg for his come inside of you was too much for the man who was fucking you mercilessly.

He did as you wanted pulling you closer to him by your choker and pressing his lips to yours as he came just as hard and fast as you did.It was perfect and when you had both calmed down Bucky pulled out of you leaving you an even bigger whimpering mess.

He quickly laid down on the bed pulling you on top of him, you steadied your breathing against him as he ran his fingers down your sides.“Tomorrow we’re going shopping and I’m getting you more of those chokers because fuck Y/N you look so hot I could come again just looking at you.” Bucky said when all was calm and quiet.

You laughed against his chest smiling in your post orgasm haze.“Promise?” You asked because another round of this, as well as some new chokers, sounded amazing to you.

Bucky smiled in bliss before replying, “I promise doll. I’m gonna practically drag you out of the shop to here so I can fuck you again.”

What to do when you’re stuck with a lazy group? I’m with two guys and we still haven’t chosen a topic. We have to present in two weeks. Nobody replies to my messages and both left after class this week. I just wanted to choose a topic and leave!!!! So I booked a study room today and they all made excuses. Ugh. I’m gonna be the one who’s doing all the work. This is worth 40% of our grade. Same as the exam. FML

Hi there, thank you for asking, as this is a super common problem in high school, university and the workplace! I’ve never seen this question answered in depth on studyblr, so I’ll give it a go! 

NB. It depends on your personality as to the approach you want to take, so let everyone who’s reading this not pass judgement upon others in such a situation~ Remember in all of this to be polite, understanding and gracious no matter how much you want to flip tables. The following 5 Options go in order of how many bridges you want to burn :’)

Option 0. Wait for a bit longer and try communicating with them again.

I have seen a similar question asked once on tumblr where the studyblr blogger answered “two weeks is plenty of time, you’re probably over-reacting”… Obviously, I’m not going to trivialise your answer by giving you just one option like that - I frankly thought that studyblr was quite rude for answering so shortly to someone who took the time to ask them a question.

How to do it: The way you communicate with them now might not be effective, so make sure that you’re ticking off the following boxes if you choose this option, rather than just letting nothing change: meeting face to face, setting mini-deadlines for each part instead of just allocating once at the beginning, and make sure each member knows what and when they have to complete something.

This option is best suited for people who:

  • really don’t want to create a commotion and would rather wait a little longer and reduce the time available for them to do the project,
  • or people who would answer ‘Strongly Disagree’ to “Being organized is more important to you than being adaptable“ and “In a discussion, truth should be more important than people’s sensitivities.” in a personality quiz (a strong prognostic factor for Option 1 tbh),
  • or people who know they can tackle everything in less than 1 week,
  • or people who just realised/kind of know they’re actually overreacting,
  • or have just realised whilst reading this that maybe they didn’t actually try contacting the other group members all that well (i.e. don’t have enough evidence for Option 3).

Pros:

  • Nobody gets angry at anyone, and it doesn’t reflect badly on you either (because no one finds out if you don’t say anything - people tend to be judgemental if you pick one of the three options below).
  • Less stressful for some people than confrontation.
  • You might get eventual cooperation.

Cons:

  • You might not get eventual cooperation, and end up being stuck with all the work anyway (hence resulting in options below).
  • More stressful for other people as you feel time is ticking away and nothing is changing.
  • The time you spend waiting for the others will result in less time for you to tackle all the actual work.

Pro-tip: doing as much individual work as possible sometimes will egg those team members to finally start pulling their weight, or can help you with Option 3 if you do end up going for it.

Option 1. You make all the decisions and do all the work.

Best suited for people who: are academically gifted, like doing work independently, have excellent time management skills.

Pros:

  • You can ensure the quality of the work will be excellent.
  • You get to choose what topic to do and direct the overall project turnout.
  • No one hates you for anything, but NB. your friends and family relationships that suffer as a result of the time you have to sacrifice might not have anything pleasant to say about it all.

Cons:

  • You need an extraordinary amount of time.
  • The other people in the group get a free ride and in nastier words, some would say you get taken advantage of for your goodwill.
  • Lack of group opinion may make the quality of your work suffer.
  • Other subjects you’re taking may suffer.

Option 2. Badger the other group members until they do some work.

Best suited for people who: don’t want to be stuck with Option 1, but don’t want to escalate to Option 3. Give them an ultimatum about the work, or just decide the topic by yourself if they don’t step up.

Pros:

  • Very similar to Option 0 in that you wait a bit longer before taking drastic action, so you might get eventual cooperation, and you don’t bother your professor.

Cons:

  • You stress yourself out badgering other people.
  • Other group members get annoyed at you, and your classmates that happen to watch you badgering have a not-so-great impression of you.

Option 3. Document a significant amount of evidence that shows your effort to get them to contribute and contact the professor about it.

Best suited for people who: would like to do things independently but just cannot afford the time because of other commitments.

Pros:

  • Professor can step in and (hopefully) offer some sort of alternative solution.
  • Your other subjects won’t suffer.
  • Sometimes you have a really great professor and they end up taking into account that you’ve done the project by yourself and mark super nicely/give a bonus mark, or even penalise the other students.

Cons:

  • Professor may snuff you and say “the purpose of this project is also to learn about team cooperation”. Had a prof before who told us straight up at the beginning of the project that “you work it out, not me”
  • Professor may help you out, but in a way that doesn’t really end up helping e.g. he just emails the two members of your group to tell them to start working once and that’s it.
  • Other group members hate you for life (and I know this bothers some people enough not to go through with it, again pls remember no judgement fellow readers)

How to do it: Email should be along the lines of the following:

Dear Professor _______,

I am a current student undertaking [course code]. I am sorry to contact you in unfortunate circumstances, but I have been having severe difficulty convening with the other members for the remainder of the _____ project. While I am aware that group projects have a dual purpose to both educate us on the academic topic as well as to improve our cooperation and communication skills, I have tried [insert whatever means you attempted to contact them by, attaching evidence is up to you]. I have already completed the intro/background research/other individual task, however I cannot complete the ______ by myself/without group input.

I would appreciate any guidance you could offer/I would greatly appreciate your help/If it is possible, could you please [insert action depending on how desperate you are - don’t ask for anything unreasonable!]?

I apologise for having to inconvenience you, and thank you for your understanding on the matter.

Kind regards,

[Name and student number]

Option 4. You do all the work and then leave their names off the work.

Best suited for people who: work independently, don’t mind burning a few bridges. I won’t actually recommend this option, but I’ve seen this happen in real life.

Pros:

  • Sense of self-satisfaction for some people when the lazy members don’t get a free ride.
  • Again, you make sure the project quality is exactly what you want.

Cons:

  • Similar to Option 1 minus the free ride bit.
  • Not only do the other group members hate you, but their friends in your cohort will too. At least in Option 3, those guys can’t try and gossip behind your backs because whoever they tell will realise that they didn’t do the right thing either.
  • Do this at your own risk, as it can backfire depending on the professor - if anyone’s watched Cheese in the Trap - the main character does all the work but the professor managed to suss out that the other group members didn’t do anything, and as a result penalised her with a D grade for failing to make it “group” work despite the fact she would’ve gotten an A. Some profs are really… they just don’t see it your way :/

Hopefully things don’t have to escalate to Option 4, but whatever you choose to take, I’ll wish you the best! I’ve given quite detailed instructions and written comprehensively, but feel free to contact me any time if you need any more help :)


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I made a Twitter thread a while ago about applying for jobs and I also got an ask about some of the specifics about how I wound up here, so in spite of the fact that this video makes me C R I N G E, I’m gonna share it and we’re gonna do some STORY TIME. Mostly this is me sharing the specifics of my own, personal story but maybe there’s some broadly useful stuff in here, idk.

Also, a fair warning that my ~*story time*~ got away from me, so I’m putting it under a cut. The tl;dr version that’s more broadly useful is:

  1. job applications are learning opportunities and you should make sure you’re learning things as you go about it
  2. your application should be a tailored narrative of your career trajectory
  3. don’t sell yourself short or forget that you hold cards in the process as well
  4. the goal is a good fit for everybody, and that includes you; not every job is going to be that good fit for you

but then, I’m not a hiring manager so, really, wtf do I know

(seriously, take everything I say for the anecdotal nonsense that it is)

I found the listing for my job here on Tumblr. At the time I was freelancing and mostly pretty happy with it, but since I wrote my MA thesis on Nerdfighteria and had always kind of wanted to get into video, this looked like a really cool opportunity to work on great stuff & learn a lot.

The application asked for a reel, which I did not have, since I was mostly doing Virtual Assistant work at that time.

A huge part of why I applied was because I thought the application process itself would be a great learning opportunity.

I really didn’t expect to get the job. I can’t stress this part enough. Like, really didn’t even think I’d get an interview.

The whole thing, to me, was just a good exercise. It had been a while since I had applied for anything (I was freelancing on referrals from the get-go) and mostly I was eager to see what, exactly, I could put together in lieu of a reel.

I spent a week working my way through some Lynda lessons on After Effects (this wasn’t my first time using it, but I had only used it for suuuuper basic stuff). Much of what is happening in this video is stuff I figured out how to do while I was making it. That was, again, the point.

I bought a shit ton of green fabric. I rounded up all the lamps I could find. I had a vague knowledge of the fact that shadows = bad for keying, but really knew fuck all about lights. (tbh, lighting is still kind of a mysterious magic trick to me.) I spent probably an hour moving the lamps around, standing in front of them, recording it, and then looking at it until I could find what looked the least shadow-y.

I also watched a SciShow video on the slowest speed setting so that I could try to reverse engineer the basics of what was happening. I was literally just looking at it to see, “ok, but can I do that?” (Answer: not really, but A for effort.)

I wrote a very silly script that was a very carefully selected understanding of how I had been spending my time. This part is super important and broadly applicable whenever you are applying for a job: a huge part of applying for a job is creating a narrative. 

(Important note: this does not mean lying.)

Obviously your life has (probably) not actually been a series of carefully chosen moments leading you to this ONE. JOB. But it’s important to find ways to talk about the things you’ve done that highlight how/why they are relevant. In my experience, humans have a pretty natural tendency to do this narrative reframing of their past as having led them clearly to their future. Use that. What is the version of your trajectory that most sounds like you’ve been gearing up for this job all along, acquiring skills both obvious and unexpected that would be useful here.

That’s the guiding principle of everything I’m saying in this video.

It’s also worth noting, though, that I laid my cards on the table. That is, I wasn’t trying to lie about anything and I was up front about where I was at. It wouldn’t have served anybody to try to be misleading about that fact.

So that was the application process, for me. It’s a tricky balance of being honest but also a carefully selected kind of honest. And keeping in mind that this is as much about deciding whether a company is actually good fit for you as whether you’re a good fit for them. I remember during my college admissions process, one school that I thought I really wanted to go to had a weird religious essay on the form that caught me off guard and made me reevaluate whether that was a good fit. Likewise, I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to do the 9-5 thing. Freelancing had lots of great perks that offset some of the overwhelming stress.

Something else that I did, that I recommend with a very cautious asterisk, was googling the people interviewing me. Again, partially this was, “OK, I know these shows they make, and I know vlogbrothers videos, but who are all of the other people who I would spend my days with.”

I had no idea who Nick was before I started, because I never paid much attention to the credits. But he was the one who called me to arrange the interview, so I googled him and found a great interview he did about why Crash Course matters, and there were a few specific things he said that stood out to me as, “yes, this is also why I think this matters and why I want this job.”

The asterisk here is: don’t be creepy. It’s a hard line to walk, but, ya know, don’t talk about your interviewer’s swarm check-ins or whatever.

In my case, I knew that in addition to concentrating on that narrative of how and why I should end up here, I had these other points to hit on in the interview. Again, don’t lie. This isn’t about saying shit solely because you think someone wants to hear it; this was about leveraging a piece of common ground I knew we had.

Lastly, I’d add that it’s good to be careful about how you walk the line between being excited about a company’s work and being a little overzealous. It is, at the end of the day, still a job, and you don’t want to come across as so enthusiastic that maybe you’re missing that point. That’s a really nuanced thing for which I have no easy answers.

A lot of this stuff is just luck. I gave a lot of advice where I could, but, at the same time, there’s also this weird combination of personalities that make a thing work or not. There’s a thing in hiring called the “airport test” which is: “could I be stuck in an airport with this person?” and that is a whole other weird, wholly qualitative element of hiring that ends up making a huge difference.

There’s the official bits and pieces that make up a job application, but then there’s the trickier interpersonal stuff about how that job fits into a team. Something not explicitly stated in my application, but which I’ve since learned mattered is that what I lacked in technical know-how, I made up for in cultural knowledge about YouTube. My manager is a former film school teacher who learned the YouTube stuff on the job; he knew he could teach me anything technical I didn’t know much more easily than he could teach someone the culture in which we create.

IDK. I could legitimately talk about this forever.

Stoned On You

A/N: Hiii. This is a collaboration with me and @minhosmeanhoe . We figured out  that we’re the same person with the same dirty mind and this was the outcome. This is the longest and most smut I’m sure either of us has ever written in our lives and I hope you guys love reading as much as we loved writing it ! The song that goes with this fic is Stoned On You by Jaymes Young

Warnings: smut; smoking (weed), drinking, mentions of violence, hair pulling; I’m sure there is more but idk rn

Word Count: 12,529

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Headcanon that before long drives to away games the Foxes make a playlist for each trip as a team.

  • Everyone has to go to Renee and she gives them her phone and lets them add songs to the playlist
  • When Neil doesn’t add any, she tracks him down to see which he wants on there
  • He picks just enough to make it look like he put some effort in so he can be left alone, but he doesn’t know much music
  • His choices are just a few songs that he doesn’t feel that strongly about, but he knows their names because he’s heard them a few times on the radio and he doesn’t hate them, so that’s good enough for him
  • On the run, it was just what they could catch on the radio and lots of the time they were driving where they couldn’t catch any signal but obscure country stations
  • Now Neil hates country music because of it
  • He couldn’t change the station to something else while he was driving because his mom wouldn’t let them stray from the one she had found (no matter how staticky it got) in case they couldn’t find one again while she was awake
  • And when it was her turn to sleep while he drove, he had to keep the radio off
  • On the bus, they put the whole playlist on shuffle while they drive
  • There’s no skipping allowed or else it would be total chaos and there would definitely be spite skipping
  • Which is why they all suffer through “This is the New Shit” blaring through the speakers at 5:30 in the morning because Andrew put it on the playlist
  • Also, they guess and make bets on who put what songs on when it’s a tough call
  • But sometimes it’s an easy call
  • Like, okay Kevin, we all know you’re the one who put “We Will Rock You” and “Tubthumping” and “All I Do is Win” on there
  • Tbh he may as well have put a whole sports rock album on there
  • Neil is so confused when Nicky’s singing along to the French lines in “Bad Romance” because Nicky doesn’t speak French????
  • And Nicky bursts into laughter when Neil asks about it and explains that’s the only French he speaks and he doesn’t even know what it means, he just knows all the Lady Gaga lyrics
  • Nicky also puts “Get’cha Head in the Game” on there and he definitely sings at Kevin when it comes on
  • And Andrew put “Basketball” on there just to annoy Kevin
  • When the song comes on, it keeps repeating “They’re playing basketball. We love that basketball.” while Kevin gets more and more visibly angry and Andrew almost smiles

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This!!! This is the chance I’ve been looking for!!!

“So, even with everybody thinking you’re a bad ghost, you’re still gonna try to be the hero?”

“Well, somebody’s gotta. If not me, who’s gonna protect this town? Besides, it’s not like I can ignore a scream for help.”

I am so gonna talk about this boy I’ve been waiting for a good chance to talk about what a good, pure child he is and I am taking it now. Bless his heart I love him so much.

Let’s talk about Daniel James Fenton and why he deserves love and protection forever and always.

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She’s Just Not That Into You » Part VI (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the previous parts? Part One » Part Two » Part Three » Part Four » Part Five

Check out the inspiration behind Harry’s home here! The amazing @graceak​ made a phenomenal playlist to go along with Harry’s story, and I could not recommend it more. You can find that here!

As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained​. I hope Part VI mends everything Part V managed to break, my love! And, once again, thank you all for your continued support. I am over the moon about the response this story has gotten, as I’m unworthy of all of your love. (That doesn’t mean I won’t take it, though!)

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

Originally posted by chicandproper

“But it’s like…” Harry stops and starts again. “I met with Carly, her replacement, and she’s nice enough. So nice. Lovely girl, really. But every time I talk with her about the plans, I jus…I can’t smile. I can’t get excited about it. ‘m not supposed t’ be talkin’ with Carly about them. She’s not the one who made ‘em. She’s not the one who…well, y’know.”

“If I’m being honest,” Gemma sighs on the other end of the phone, “I would’ve done the same thing, had I been put in that situation.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “I would’ve, too. And I wouldn’t’ve been as nice.”

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