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Open To Interpretation: Negan x Reader

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

A/N: Ya’ll. I’m so fuckin’ swamped in responsibility. I feel a lil guilty about coming back with something non-Rami but fuck it. Some other things I wanna say: Send me anything. Send me asks. I wanna answer you guys’ questions. Be nosy as hell. Also, I have something you might be interested in coming up after my birthday which is in like 2 weeks. Please feel free to request more Negan stuff, I’m branching out bitches.

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Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship (student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY INBOX IF YOU’VE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE TEA I’M NOSY.

Word count: 4448  


“Preserving innocent life, orderly living in society, worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.” His deep, gravelly voice fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many teachers. He pauses before continuing. “What are the issues with these precepts that Aquinas put forward?”

You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in class isn’t an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and attraction.

Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries, his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.

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Sex Worker's Guide: Red Flags & Translation (especially for Newbies)

This guide is more useful for Sugar babies but other branches of the industry should still be aware of these lines. I’ve compiled a list of common things I’ve heard/read on POT’s profiles or have had clients/SD’s message me, and I’ve taken the liberty of sharing “the translation” and footnotes attached.

•"No hookers, prostitutes, whores, etc"
-You need to run as fast as your pretty heels can you carry you away from this guy. The word “hooker” was intentionally chosen to discourage SB’s to ask for allowance.
-This is the oldest trick in the book by old pervy men. He hopes that he’ll tap into your insecurity of being seen as a whore so you’ll feel ashamed when you bring up HIS side of the MUTUALLY beneficial arrangement.

•"You wouldn’t buy a car without test driving it, would you?“
GURRRRRL, you’re not a car. You’re a human being. He’s gotten his “test drive” to check out his “merchandise” when you granted him the privilege of a meet and greet. Don’t fall for this. He’s gonna ghost on you after sleeping with you as many times as he can. You get to view a house before buying, not live in it.

•"I don’t believe in allowances but I’m generous. I want to show you fine dining, and experiences you wouldn’t be able to experience otherwise.“
-Roughly translates to “I’m gonna spend just a few bucks more than I would on normal courtship habits I would for women twice your age. You should feel so honored to be able to eat a steak meal now that it should be enough to get you on both your knees.”
-Ladies, the money he spends on a 5 star dinner isn’t for YOU. It’s expenses he’s spending on HIMSELF because HE gets to show off a hot woman like yourself at said restaurant. You’re not getting paid. You’re simply giving your service away for free.

•"I’m young, unlike the other guys on here. I don’t need to pay for sex.“
Group A: Young millennial men deluded into thinking they offer something so spectacular that women in need of money will drop their financial needs to cater to the ego of a kid.
Group B: (ages 29+): I’m not that young but I don’t want to admit it. I probably spend way too much money on hair dyes or gym regimens in an attempt to fool myself that I’m just as good looking as the women I’m messaging on here.

•"I will send/bring your allowance next week (some other time), I promise.”
-It really means “I promise you ain’t seeing a penny out of me but I’m gonna say the most genuine sounding lines so I can bring you to my hotel room.”.
-Any wealthy man should be able to access his OWN money before the designated date of intimacy. Always remember, no money, no honey.

•"I’m generous in other ways… ;)“
-"I’ve had the fortune of having exceptionally skilled sex partners in the past who’ve convinced me my dick is God’s gift to women. Unfortunately, I failed to realize women fake it much more often than I’d like to admit.”

•He just requests your photos without even so much as an introduction.
-He’s 9/10 a photo collector. Ignore him.
-If he’s the 1/10 that isn’t a photo collector, he’s gonna be an asshole. Can you imagine if a man in real life just went up to you and pulled down your shirt without saying anything? Ignore him too.

•"I thought part of our arrangement was that you’re at my beck and call. Why do you take so long to respond to my messages?“
-Unless you agreed to have an EXCLUSIVE arrangement, he’s trying to squeeze as much out of you as he can.
-Remember ladies, he’s buying a SERVICE. A service that is limited to the set days you BOTH agreed to. That’s it. He is buying you as a service, not a girlfriend. Gently remind him of that.

•"Cmon, I’ve been paying you/seeing you for awhile now. You can at least trust me with your real name, school, work, etc.”
-Any variation of that is a SERIOUS red flag. I’ve had clients of years try to guilt me. I’ve always either smiled then tell them I don’t feel comfortable or I flat out lie about facts.
-There’s a chance he just wants to connect with you but there’s a much higher chance of him blackmailing you in the future. These are powerful men who got to where they are by being cunning and having upper hands. Don’t think you’ll be spared if you ever accidentally upset him.
-The biggest thing I must say is: YOU DON’T OWE YOUR CLIENTS/SD’S JACKSHIT except the service they paid for. Your own personal life is NOT inclusive in your service. Keep it separate.

•If on a meet and greet he asks or tells you to go to his hotel room or somewhere private.
-Never go until the arrangement has been made. By made, I mean the cash or funds have already been paid to you.
-Semi-common for them to lure young girls and rape them.

I’m sure there are many more that I can’t remember now. I might make a part two depending on if people find this useful. Feel free to comment more red flags you’ve experience. Make that money. 💸💸💸 Stay safe, ladies. 👍🏻
Frosting and Crushes

Summary: Newt has been distant the past week, focusing only on Tina and their work. You try to strike up conversation with him at dinner, but, after many failed attempts, grow irritated and leave early. Queenie decides to take matters into her own hands.

Word Count: 2,224

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

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You sit at the dinner table with no goal but to enjoy the meal as Queenie flutters around, stirring pots with both her hands and magic. She already denied your offer to help, so you decided to pass the time talking with her. Newt had disappeared somewhere, probably inside the case, and you had immediately decided against a walk when you glanced at the growing grey clouds outside.

Inside is warm and cozy. You’re wearing your favorite gold sweater. The heat from the cooking keeps out the bite of chilly air rattling the windows. Queenie is humming a jazzy tune you’ve never heard before, only stopping to giggle at Jacob’s red face when he bumps into her.

“I’m sorry.” He says as his face turns a shade of tomato red.

“It ain’t a problem, honey.” Queenie doesn’t break a stride. “What is it you’re making?”

You’re pretty sure she asks it for your sake, given the sounds your stomach has been making since he stuck the pastries he’d spent all afternoon making into the oven, and the smell had spread throughout the small room.

“Special strawberry turnovers.”

“What makes them so special?” You ask, raising your voice over the bubbling, clanking, and simmering sounds filling the area.

“They’re my momma’s recipe. Filled with love and one other special ingredient.”

Queenie swings by Jacob with the pot of stew in hand. “I don’t think nutmeg is very secret, honey.” Five bowls float down into their places around the table as Queenie sets the stew in the center.

“I never said –“

“You don’t have to.” She smiles at him and lifts the pot’s lid.

The rich smell wafts over the table to you. You breathe it in, closing your eyes to revel in the memories it brings back. Your mother always made beef stew with potatoes and chopped carrots for special occasions. Mentally thanking Queenie, you slide your chair back and step toward the pot, scooping the stew in until it nearly sloshes out the side. Queenie merely smiles at you and twirls around Jacob.

She resumes her humming. The turnovers mix with the scent of the stew and your mouth waters. The windows shake, generating a beat that Queenie forms her music around. Jacob’s laugh fills the warm room, and your entire world, for once, is at peace.

Your content joy only expands when Newt walks in, messy auburn hair plastered against his forehead from the rain sprinkling outside, giant, beautiful smile stretched across his face. You glance at your stew, fighting the huge smile trying to break upon your face. Queenie kicks you under the table and, when you meet her gaze, lifts an eyebrow. You give a quick nod before staring back down at your food, trying to resist beaming.

The fight becomes much easier when Tina walks in behind Newt, also covered in water, smile upon her face.

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Ask Me Anything List!

Pick a number and send me it through requests and I’ll answer honestly. Be prepared for the randomness! 

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed? 

(2) Do You Have Freckles? 

(3) Can You Whistle? 

(4) Last Song You Listened To. 

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

(6) Relationship Status. 

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now? 

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky? 

(9) How Many Followers? 

(10) Zodiac Sign. 

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour? 

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?  

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower? 

(14) What Books Are You Reading? 

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.  

(16) Favourite Anime? 

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of? 

(18) Do You Collect Anything? 

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch? 

(20) Do You Dance In The Car? 

(21) Favourite Animal? 

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics? 

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed? 

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now? 

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog? 

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water? 

(28) What Makes You Happy?

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now. 

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? 

(31) Dogs Or Cats? 

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? 

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean? 

(35) Do You Believe In Magic? 

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? 

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? 

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You? 

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? 

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? 

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? 

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. 

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds? 

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be? 

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? 

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning? 

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write? 

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud? 

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? 

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather) 

(56) What Are You Craving Right Now? 

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed. 

(58) What Is Your Gender?

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About? 

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

(64) Favourite Social Media? 

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

67) Are You A Virgin? 

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now? 

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free? 

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? 

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now? 

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? (75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight? 

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them. 

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now. 

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person? 

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened. 

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite? 

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More? 

(93) How Do You Look Right Now? 

(94) Ever Had Any Suicidal Thoughts? 

(95) Name Something That Relaxes You. 

(96) What Tattoo Do You Want?

(97) Favourite YouTuber? 

(98) Post A Picture Of Yourself. 

(99) Do You Have Any Illnesses? 

(100) Favourite Place To Relax?

anonymous asked:

I love love your icons! Could you please make an icon tutorial?? I'd love you forever

thank you! recently i got a couple of requests for an icon tutorial so i decided to make one. i’m sorry for any mistakes in advance. please like or reblog this if you find any of the followings helpful. feel free to send an ask if you have any questions or find any of this unclear. so here’s how to go from this:

to this:

you’ll need:

  • photoshop (i use cs6 but works with other versions too)
  • a screencap or picture (preferably HQ)
  • a psd or basic coloring skills
  • some calming tea (you’ll need this the most)

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Day 7

Imagine Being The Volturi’s Secretary

For My Followers

Part 1

Signing up for a shady secretary job is one thing but said shady job actually being offered by vampires is another thing.

You’re not a skeptic and you’ve never exactly valued your own life very much so you took the job.

You quickly find out that the Volturi value your life about as much you do.

~~~

“Your job here is to organize the schedule, pass messages onto the masters, welcome us as we come in, say farewell as we leave, do anything we ask, and collect the mail. You are not to open any mail you must pass it onto the masters. You are not to interrupt when the doors are closed, and you are not to divulge the secret. You can continue living your life in town but you’ll find you won’t have time to return to your social life. You will call members of the guard sir or ma'am and the three kings master,” the tall beefy guard explains as he leads me through the old castle. His name is Demetri and he seems annoyed at being given the task to play tour guide.

“Yes sir,” you reply. He grunts and leads you to a nice mahogany desk.

“This is your desk,” he says and gestures for you to sit. You nod and sit down at the desk. There’s a set of pens and pencils on the desk in a straight line and a mac computer. You fold your hands and look up politely at your red eyed boss. “You are to be here at seven sharp every morning and you leave at three unless instructed otherwise. You may have days off if you request them a week in advance. Any questions?”

“None sir,” you answer politely and smile. Demetri rolls his eyes and stalks away. Once the blonde vampire no longer watches you scribble down all the rules he said and place them in the top desk drawer.

You may not value your life but you value work ethic.

So begins your first day as the Volturi secretary.

~~~

You quickly learn names and abilities of all the guard except who don’t seem that bad at all. Of course they’re all horribly frightening and don’t care for you at all but they aren’t rude.

You’re good at your job and you assure to follow all the rules laid out. Even though your job is easy you never slack off in your free time. To keep busy you start hand making a calendar for the Volturi. Each month has a guard member or two sketched out on it while the three kings stand as the cover.

Your main task is organizing fake tours for Heidi to lead so the Volturi can eat without suspicion being raised. Though the screams haunt your dreams you manage to stop flinching every time a tour comes through.

Other jobs include scheduling trials for vampires who’ve broken laws, planning parties, handing on letters, sending gifts to friends of the Volturi, and anything else that is asked of you. Once you had to learn how to fishtail braid so you could braid Jane’s hair.

Overall you’re not happy, you ever are, but you don’t hate your job. The pay is nice and it keeps you busy.

~~~

“(Y/N)!” Jane snaps and you instantly bounce to attention. The blonde vampire is storming up to your desk with a murderous look on her face.

“Yes ma'am?”

“A trial is scheduled for the day of my and Alec’s birthday!” she hisses. “We were supposed to have a ball.” Jane is furious and looks ready to kill.

“I’m sorr-”

“I know it wasn’t you! You keep track of the birthdays ritualistically.” It’s true you have all the birthdays written down and you always plan something if the particular vampire cares about their birthday. “I want to know who told you to put a trial over it!”

Jane is glaring viciously and her hands are clenched.

“Mr Demetri requested it,” you answer calmly.

“I’m going to rip his head off,” she growls. “Thanks.” You’re stunned, none f then has ever shifted blame from you to another member of the guard, and no one has ever said thanks.

“Your welcome but ma'am, is the fault not mine?” you ask curiously.

“It’s not because I know you were ordered explicitly to follow all orders. I also know Demetri is mad because I stole his favorite cloak,” Jane replies curtly and then storms off.

You wonder silently if they’ve started to like you.

~~~

“Dear (Y/N) I wonder if you could help me choose a table cloth for Jane and Alec’s party?” Aro inquires with a sickly sweetness. He called you into the throne room for this express reason apparently.

“Yes I can master,” you say and walk forward. Your heels click on the granite floor loudly, too loudly.

“Never wear heels again (Y/N) they are intolerable,” Caius demands.

“Ah but sweet (Y/N) looks so delicious in heels,” Aro muses. “Felix, and Heidi certainly think so.” The referred vamps immediately hiss and scowl. You feel your face heat up in betrayal to your mind.

“How can they stand the sound?” Caius mutters but everyone disregards him.

“Oh hush brother. Now (Y/N) tell me which table cloth is best?”

You choose the red one which pleases Jane and Alec.

On your way out you purposefully take light steps to cushion the sound.

“Aro this girl has been here for months when will we kill her?”

“Caius we also discussed turning her.”

“We always say we’ll turn them but we never do.”

“This one is different.”

~~~

“(Y/N) will you come to our party?” Alec asks suddenly appearing behind you. You squeak in surprise and whip around to find Jane and him looking at you expectantly.

“If you request I come then I shall sir. Unless I’m indisposed,” you reply nicely.

“What do you mean? What could possibly make you unavailable. You have nothing to do outside this job,” Jane remarks bluntly.

“Ma'am the only way I would miss your party is if I was dead. In my line of work I understand that my death could occur at any moment.”

Jane and Alec both stare in shock and then a certain emotion you couldn’t figure out.

Before you know it Jane grabs your arm in a bruising grip and roughly pulls you to the throne room.

So it’s finally happening, your death.

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Apps every SB needs:
•PayPal/PayPal here- here is a free card scanner that they will send you. I use my paypal for nannying so it’s a “business” account but if I ask for something and daddy doesn’t have cash or PayPal I can take plastic this way lol also, PayPal has a card that they can send you where your $ can actually be used off.
•Venmo- I really use this more with my friends than with SDs BUT this is an easy way to request cab $ or whatever and you can set it to private. Huge perk is customizable profile so you don’t have to use your real name. Also, this dumps into any account you want to add and doesn’t have any fees.
•Cash- this one I’ve only used once but it is also customizable so you can use a fake name and everything else. This one is for people who don’t want to download an app, they can pay online with a link through here.
•Google Wallet- hooks up to your e-mail (see: fake Sugar e-mail) and also gives you a card. This is another money transfer app that I like because if it’s using your sugar e-mail everything should be locked down and private and because having a card is nifty. This is the card I use to pay for flights that I’ve sent SDs through Google flights.
•Google Hangouts/Google Voice- you have to have google voice but hangouts allows you to send/receive pictures which is huge. You can also choose your area code with this which makes it a more “real” number than most other apps I’ve seen.
•SA- because while it’s salty as hell sometimes you find a good one, and it’s always good to stay online.
•Airbnb- I love this for when I’m traveling to be with my SDs, hanging out with friends, or in between travels. It’s also amazing because you can find last-minute rooms reasonably which is important if something goes awry with an SD/POT. I never would stay with an SD here and use these as my places to decompress that they don’t know about. & they’re usually super homey.
•Hotel Tonight- for when you’re traveling with your SD or for when you/your SD just can’t wait to get home. Last minute hotels as opposed to Airbnbs.
•Truecaller- search anyone’s number to see if they’re a real person/who they say they are! There are better sites for this but Truecaller ain’t bad.

Feel free to let me know if there are any that I need to add. I know I just reblogged some info about PayPal/Venmo/Google Wallet & SW that’s really helpful and important so check that out too.

anonymous asked:

Hi love💕 can you please do an imagine where y/n is super hard to get but Harry feels determined to get her and at the end he ends up doing it but after having to convince her. Thanks babe.😊

I tweaked that just a tad! x

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You were a friend of Glenne; even had a part in setting her and Jeff together.

“Tonight is the night we finally find you a man.” Glenne said, looking at you as you put on your earrings.

You rolled your eyes, “How many times do we have to talk about this?”

“For as long as you actually get a man.” Glenne raised her eyebrow.

“I’m going with the flow, G. I’m not going to force myself into a relationship. You know how I like things,” You popped your lips, looking at your lipstick before turning to look at Glenne, “Nice and slow.”

“You look hot.” Glenne grinned, looking at you. You had an off shoulder beige crop flowy top, black high waisted skinny jeans, burgundy chelsea boots and your hair is up in straight ponytail. Your make up was light but you had an eye catching burgundy lipstick along with your gold hoop earrings.

Your grin matched hers as you glanced at the mirror one more time before you and Glenne got out of your house and drove to Jeff’s, where he was throwing a small get-together for his close friends and a few of his crew.

“I’m telling you, you and Harry would make a really hot couple.” Glenne said.

You groaned, “What’s it with you and talking to me about him all the time?” You parked, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“You’re my best friend. I want the best for you and Harry is exactly that.” Glenne said as you both walked towards the door, Glenne unlocking it with her key.
You were met with laughter of people and chatter and the smell of colognes.

“Finally!” Jeff grinned, walking towards you and Glenne, greeting her with a kiss on the lips before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “Finally took a day off to see us?” Jeff teased you with a roll of his eyes as you all walked towards the others who were sat in the living room.

“I figured I’d let you have the fun of seeing me.” You joked.

“Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the next big businesswoman who spends her single life working and traveling.” Jeff said as you chuckled, waving at those who sat.

Your eyes lingered on floral pants, traveling to see who wore them, smiling when you saw that it was the one and only person Jeff and Glenne have been trying to set you up with; Harry Styles.

Harry’s eyes lingered on you, an intrigued smile on his face as he stood, approaching you and offering his hand, “Harry.” He spoke, his eyes not leaving yours. You put your hand in his, shaking it.

“Y/N.”

After greeting everyone else, you all sat, chatting about everything and anything. You were sitting on the couch opposite to Harry, who would grin whenever he said something that made you laugh.
“Y/N, could you be a darling and empty more snacks in bowls from the kitchen?” Glenne asked, batting her eyelashes at you.

You nodded, standing up, “Right pantry?”

“They’re on the counter.” Jeff answered, “Harry, can you help her? They’re a lot for just one person.”

You glared at the couple when you understood what they were after before smiling slightly, looking at Harry who gestured for you to walk in front of him.
You both walked towards the kitchen, Harry supporting a dimpled smile when he noticed your chelsea boots, glancing at his own for a moment.

“I’ll get the bowls, why don’t you open the bag?” You suggested. Harry nodded.

“I like the boots.” Harry said as you put the bowls in front of him.

You smiled, looking at them before looking at his, “I like yours, too. Wait, I think I saw a tweet the other day of your glittery gold ones?”

Harry nodded, “I have an obsession.”

No way! Me too,“ You chuckled, “Jeff got me these rainbow ones last month.”

“These were for you?” Harry gasped, “I helped him choose them.” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought of you wearing something he chose.

“I love them.” You giggled, “We need to get those outside.” You held two bowls in your arms. You smirked at him before walking outside. Harry smiled to himself with a shake of his head before holding the other bowls in his arms and following you.

For the rest of the night, you noticed it; Harry trying to impress you and if not, he would be glancing at you. You caught him two times biting his lip before looking the other way with a dimpled smile once he noticed that you caught him. You looked at your phone’s clock, seeing it was 12 am.
You stood up, “Well, I gotta go. It’s midnight already and you guys know I’m not a fan of driving this late.” You looked at Jeff and Glenne.

“Aw, the night is just starting. We can give you a ride home.” Jeff said.

“Wait, Harry lives close to you.” Glenne said, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a ride?” She looked at Harry with a sly grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I definitely wouldn’t.” He smiled, looking up at you.

“You looked from Jeff and Glenne to Harry before feigning a yawn, "It’s okay. I’m feeling sleepy anyway. Harry can enjoy the rest of the night.”

At this, Harry, too, yawned. “I might be getting a tad sleepy too. Come on. Goodnight, everyone.” Harry waved as he stood up, standing beside you. You looked at him in surprise before saying goodbye to everyone and walking towards the door with Harry following you.

With a smirk and a confident expression, you unlocked your car. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

You opened your car door, getting inside. “Goodnight, Styles.” You closed the door, blew him a kiss before driving off, leaving a very flustered Harry behind.

Harry entered the house again, “She didn’t even give me her number.” He frowned to Jeff and Glenne.

“Y/N…” They both said in unison.

The next day, you woke up and was scrolling through your phone, tapping on the new follower request on instagram. Your eyes immediately fell on the light blue check mark before you saw his name; harrystyles.
With a smile and a giddy feeling, you accepted his request.
It was a total coincidence for Harry. He was checking to see if you had accepted his request, meeting your profile loading pictures instead. He smiled, scrolling through your posts.
he smiled when he saw a picture of you and and a puppy, wanting to scroll down but instead, he double tapped.

“Shit!” He checked when the picture was posted, his eyes widening when he saw that it was a year ago. “Shit! Fuck!” It was too late to unlike it now, if you had the notifications appearing in the newsfeed, he already had looked like a creep.
That night, as he was having a drink with Mitch, he held his phone, debating whether or not he should send you a direct message.
He did.

‘Hi :) x’

15 minutes later, you replied back.

‘Hi, you. :)’

Harry frowned at the lack of x’s. Maybe you just didn’t use them.

'I’ll be straightforward. I want to see you again. Is that fine? x’

You replied minutes later,

I might be busy this whole week’

Harry cursed under his breath,

'Next week? :) x’

You replied,

'Sure. :) x’

He smiled at the x.

'Here’s my number ***-****. Text me whenever you’re free. x’

He waited for a reply, supporting a frown when he didn’t receive one until he was in bed, ready to sleep.

'Will do. x’

The week couldn’t have been going any slower. Harry would watch all your instagram stories, smiling to himself or showing your selfie to whoever was beside him. But you didn’t text him and he was beginning to worry if you ever were going to. Not to brag but if any other girl, they’d be kissing right now yet here he is, not even having your number.

It was exactly 13 days after your instagram texts when he found an unknown number calling him. He answered, “Hello?”

“I’m free tonight. Are you?” You said just as he answered.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he smiled, “Y/N?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m free. Uh, when?”

“7?”

He smiled, nodding to himself. “7 it is. Text me your address so I can pick you up.”

“Will do, Styles. Casual or dressy?” You asked.

“Casual.” He answered although he, for one, had no idea where was he taking you yet.

“Got it. See you later, Styles.” He could hear the smirk in your voice before you hung up. He fist bumped the air before rushing to his room, opening his closet while different places floated in his head.

I’m his favorite black chelsea boots, black wife legged pants that had floral design at the end of it and a red shirt tucked inside loosely with a few buttons undone, Harry drove towards your address, finding that you really lived close to him.
He walked towards your door, clearing his throat and straightened his shirt and pants before he rang the doorbell.

After the second ring, he was met with you; clad in an outfit similar to his only your black wide legged pants were plain and you had a blue shirt that was also loosely tucked inside, brown chelsea boots on your feet. You both looked at each other’s outfits before bursting out laughing.

“You stole my look!” You laughed, closing the door behind you.

“You definitely stole mine, love.” Harry laughed, shaking his head.

“Now we’re going to look like we’re matching.” You joked, walking beside him towards his car.

“We are.” He bumped his hip with yours with a smile before opening the door for you.

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked after buckling your seatbelt, looking at him.

“Should I keep it as a surprise?” Harry asked you, turning the ignition on.

You nodded excitedly, slumping in your seat.

He took you to a bowling alley where you crushed his ass then to a small pub owned by a family with karaoke.

You laughed as Harry’s cheeks were pink and his eyes glaring at you jokingly. “I’m never letting you choose me a song. How was I supposed to sing Despacito?”

You laughed, holding your stomach as you had tears in your eyes. “I recorded it!”

“No!”

Later that night, when Harry drove you home and walked you to your door, he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down nervously. “I had fun tonight.” He said.

You smiled, “I mean, you were alright.” You joked.

Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes looking at you with worry, “You didn’t like it?”

“I’m just joking,” You giggled. You unlocked the door before standing against it.
“Does that mean I won a second date?” Harry smirked, taking closer steps towards you.

“Wait, tonight was a date?” You asked, almost laughing at Harry whose face fell. “Don’t go fainting on me now. I’m just joking, again.” You giggled.

Harry groaned but smiled, “Stop that.”

“But yes, you won yourself a second date,” You smiled before looking at him with a serious face, “Or did you?” and with that, you got inside, closing the door behind you as you were a giggling mess. You looked at Harry discreetly as he, again, looked flustered.

“She’s going to kill me.” Harry said once Glenne picked up the phone as he drove back home.

The next following days and weeks, you were getting pampered by Harry. When you woke up one day to a Gucci box on your doormat, attached to it an envelope, you were gobsmacked. Inside the box were a pair of customized Chelsea boots that had 3 little daisy flowers on each side, a card that said that they were customized just for you. When you teared open the envelope, you couldn’t contain the grin on your face.

'I saw daisies the other day and thought of you. Also thought of Chelsea boots (I always am). So this happened. I hope you like them. xx -Harry’

You rushed to call him, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. “Yellow?” He answered.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed.

“You got the gift?” Harry asked in a happy time.

“I did. But why? Why get me anything in the first place?”

“Because I want to. Also, figured they’d make you happy and guessing from this phone call, you are.” He replied.

“I am.” You giggled.

“Why don’t you put them on on your next date? Tomorrow? Breakfast? You, me, together.” He said nervously.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

“Great! Wonderful! I’ll pick you up, text me the time, yeah?”

After you hung up and you squealed to yourself, you were already running towards your room to put your outfit together for the following day.
After falling asleep with a smile on both of your faces and getting ready, Harry stood inside your house as you put on your new boots.

“Ow did you even know my size?” You asked.

“Glenne.” Harry replied, opening the door for you and watching as you locked it behind you before you both walked towards his car.

“Of course.” You chuckled.
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After arriving to a coffee shop nearby, you and Harry sat down after having your drinks and donuts, beginning to talk about everything.

“So, you like traveling?” Harry asked.

“Love.” You corrected with a smile.

“Do you travel alone?”

You nodded, “Sometimes a friend or some join but I’m mostly alone when I do.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely sometimes?” Harry asked, fiddling with his straw.

You shrugged, “Sometimes it does.”

“Well maybe we should travel together.” Harry suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Maybe we should.”

//

It was the after your fourth date that you and Harry finally kissed. It was the cliché moment of a kiss goodnight on your doorstep, teenage blushes and grins after you pulled away.
It was the sixth date when Harry asked you the question;

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He shouted over the music as you both stood in a local underground band’s concert.

You stopped midway dancing, a grin on your face as you looked at him. “What?” You shouted.

“I asked you,” He shouted, smiling down at you, “Would you be my girlfriend? Save me some energy?” He grinned teasingly.

You nodded, pressing your lips on his, his hands holding your waist tightly.

“Finally. You drove me crazy, woman.” He said against your lips before attaching your lips together again.

••
I’m sorry for any typos, I’m on my phone and I’m sleepy and my phone’s screen is cracked lmao. Love you & hope you liked it! x

It Comes With the Job

Originally posted by thatmalikass

requestedA request in which you are a stunt double and while “fighting” Tom he actually hits you and then feels really guilty about it, just fluff pleaseee.

send your requests here!

pairings: tom holland x reader

word count: 1014  i got a little bit carried away

warnings: swearing, some descriptions of pain

a/n: i tweaked it just a lilllll bit, hopefully it works out!!! this was fun to write too–i need to incorporate some more angst and stuff into my work….not saying i don’t enjoy the fluff because zoo weeeee mama i love the fluff. anyways, enjoy my underoos!! <333


You were a renowned stunt coordinator in Hollywood, one of the youngest in the industry, and you enjoyed working closely with many different actors on many large projects. The most recent one you had signed on to was the upcoming Spider-Man film–the director asked for you specifically to work with Tom Holland himself, the actor cast as the lead.

The two of you hit it off from the start, you breaking the ice by saying one of your favorite films of his was The Impossible, which he graciously thanked you for. You loved working with him, he was extremely coordinated and well-balanced, and you flowed together like a rushing river. He was surprisingly sweet, and very funny,  always asking how you felt after you both had a tough day of training–and making you laugh to lift your spirits. One of your personal rules–your strictest one–was to never get involved with anybody you worked with. But as each day passed by that you spent working with Tom, you felt a passionate flame kindling in your chest that you tried your hardest to suppress–but knew you would never be able to extinguish it.

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Heat

Summary: @spn-fob-fandoms-perfection​ requested an a/b/o where Dean was the reader’s mate. (Sorry it took FOREVER. Hope you enjoy it!)

Word Count: 3000ish

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, smut, knotting sex

A/N: If you aren’t familiar with a/b/o, @kittenofdoomage​ is my a/b/o queen and explains the world perfectly here. Hope y’all enjoy!

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8.5.17 // 1:00pm // guide to getting back in to school

requested by @meg-is-studying (thanks for the request!)

sooooooo school is quickly approaching and (if you’re anything like me) you’re not ready or excited. unfortunately, school is a rather important part of life that is also unavoidable. here’s how to brace yourself for the onslaught of assignments, lectures, and exams. and, just maybe, get a little excited? yeah right m, that’s not happening… anyway, i’ll stop rambling and give you some real advice (under the cut, that is)!

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readerofmanyworlds  asked:

Do you happen to know why so many papers thought all the Titanic passengers were safe?

At 8:27 pm the night after the ship sank a wireless message apparently signed White Star Line was received saying “Titanic proceeding to Halifax, passengers will probably land there Wednesday all safe” was received by Congressman Hughes of West Virginia. Who sent this message, if it was indeed one single message and not a confused mix-up of several messages, is unknown.

So, first, wireless telegraphs were what were being relied on, and most papers basically ‘played telephone’, relaying the same information over and over from few sources. There was an order of precedence in general for telegraphic messages aboard the ships: first, ship service messages; second, personal telegraphs; and finally, press news telegraphs. 

Because of the volume of traffic, President Taft eventually ordered that all wireless activity that wasn’t from the Navy to be silenced so the Carpathia (which carried all those who were rescued) could get it’s telegraphs through. Still finding that there were little information being received, he asked a Naval ship to contact the Carpathia and find out what was going on, but due to miscommunication (different types of Morse code - American and British - basically a language barrier) this was mostly a waste of time. 

Another reason was that it took three days for the Carpathia to reach the dock in New York, so there were no personal interviews conducted before the 18th, which left some people holding out hope. 

Then, the White Star Line was roundly admonished for giving false information or withholding what they knew, although they claimed that this was solely because, while they had it on good authority that the ship had gone down and had an approximate number of passengers saved, they wanted to confirm with the Carpathia’s captain to prevent undue anguish to the relatives of those who might possibly still be alive or give false hope to those who had lost someone. 

The fact that J. Bruce Ismay (president of the White Star line) sent multiple telegraphs from the Carpathia asking that the Cedric (another White Star liner) be held up in New York to await the Carpathia’s arrival to carry himself and the surviving crew of the Titanic back to England at the first possible moment was considered suspect and senate subpoenas were issued that blocked this move.

There were also reports that the wireless messages stating the Titanic was safe were from amateur pranksters.

The Eagle, Bryan, Texas, April 16, 1912

The Scranton Truth, Pennsylvania, April 16, 1912

Nevada State Journal, Reno, Nevada, April 16, 1912

The Buffalo Commercial, New York, April 22, 1912

Finally, it was speculated that employees of Marconi Wireless Company, specifically Chief Engineer Sammis, and possibly the inventor Marconi himself, in collusion with the two wireless operators aboard the Carpatha, were involved in withholding the information in order to profit off the details of the sinking by selling the exclusive rights to the New York Times. Both operators, Cottam and Bride, gave their exclusive stories and received $750 and $1000 respectively from the New York Times thanks to Sammis.

Marconi said that, while he did say the operators were free to make as much money as they could from the story, he certainly never ordered them to withhold any information. 

The San Francisco Call, California, April 26, 1912

It was said that Sammis had ordered the telegraph operators aboard the Carpathia to “keep your mouth shut” and it was speculated that this was a gag order about the Titanic sinking in general. However, these messages were sent to the Carpathia only about an hour and a half before they docked. 

Sammis admitted it was true he’d authorized the telegrams in his name and helped set up the meeting with the reporters, but that he had only meant for the operators to not tell anyone about their personal experiences before speaking to the journalists, and justified his actions by claiming that he did it with the best of intentions. He said he was only trying to help the operators, one who had taken part in the rescue and one who survived the sinking, to make the most money possible, that he was trying to “spruce the men up, make them feel happy”, that he had done “nothing he was ashamed of”.

He was also asked if he had ordered the operators to keep quiet before this, to which he answered no, that there were 150 - 200 other vessels that also needed to use the stations and that it would be unfair for the Carpathia to monopolize them all the time, especially because the Carpathia’s messages needed to be retransmitted by another ship to reach shore some of the time. Cottam, the Carpathia’s wireless operator, also denied he’d been asked to “kill any message regarding the Titanic story” by Sammis or anyone else.

The Topeka Daily Capital, Kansas, April 18, 1912

Many of the messages sent to the Carpathia from people asking for updates went unanswered. Marconi himself had sent a multiple messages to the Carpathia asking why no news was forthcoming, about whether people like Astor, Guggenheim, and Isidor Straus had been rescued, and received no answer. Even the President’s request for information, specifically about Archibald Butt, was ignored (although that one wasn’t signed in his name - they probably would’ve answered it if it had been!).

Marconi explained that this was probably because the Carpathia’s operators were busy sending personal messages to victim’s friends and family members. The Senate inquiry cast doubt over this, wondering why they would pointedly avoid answering messages from the owner of the company that employed them, and that it seemed that the operators were not doing very much telegraphing during these days at all - although Sammis reported the two men had sent upwards of 5000 words or 500 separate personal messages. 

Harold Cottam gave testimony at the inquiry that he hadn’t been answering any requests for information because he was busy with official traffic and passengers personal messages (like Marconi said and like protocol demanded).

Cottam recounted that on Tuesday, after 36 hours with no sleep and almost 24 hours of constant telegraphing, he fell asleep at the job because he was so exhausted. Harold Bride, the second operator of the Titanic, came to relieve him, despite injuries to both of his feet and his back. He had been resting in the Carpathia’s hospital. From that time Bride continued to help Cottam, preparing messages to be sent and taking over when Cottam rested.

anonymous asked:

I've seen so many Monster asks and since you have request open maybe you could make Reaper, Soldier 76 and Hanzo with a witch s/o headcanons? :D

A/N: I decided to take a different approach and made this a bit more fantasy fiction as well as not using the Halloween event skins. Also, I’m not very familiar with the types of witches so I looked some of these up. Hope this is alright!

Send your requests here. (Requests are currently closed as I’m getting through the ones I have.)

Reaper

Spirit / Hedge Witch

  • He was a lost spirit of vengeance when you came across him. Originally, having thought it was an animated scarecrow due to his pumpkin head.
  • Though, the energy you could feel from him was anything but a simple being.
  • He tried his hardest to scare you away from the woods but you would not be deterred. Wanting to help him from the start.
  • It all came down to one moment. When you pursued him instead, sweat on your brow as you placed an enchantment that linked you to him.The emotions of his soul rushed through you. His pain was now yours as you absorbed the negative energy he harvested.
  • A pang of sadness hit your chest, tears welling in your eyes feeling the pain of the man in front of you. “Why?” You sobbed while he watched you fall to your knees. Wisps of his body seeped from his robes as he saw the sadness in your eyes. His sadness. The hurt that tore him apart and kept him on this earth. “Why did they do this to me?” You’d cry, voice rasp with emotion. “The witch, why would she not let me die?” He watched you cry, wailing what his heart could never portray in this form.
  • After that, he visited you without malicious intent. Watching as you went on with your daily spells and activities without much thought at his presence.
  • In time you felt his soul grow lighter. The resentment and pain began to fade as you offered him your healing magic the best you could.
  • “I can free you, you know.” You spoke, turning the pages of your spell book. “I…I can undo the spell the other witch has placed on you. Set your soul free from this earth.” The Reaper, as he told you to call him, paused. His pumpkin head remained as passive as ever but you could feel him contemplate your words. “If you do,” He began, “I won’t be able to be with you.” The response left you shook. A silent hum of understanding as you both left the topic at that.

Hanzo Shimada

Dragon/ Green Witch

  • Dragons were creatures that could not be tamed.
  • You, however, had this particular dragon at the twirl of your finger. Yet, it was not magic that made him do your bidding.
  • When you had moved into his lands, he began to keep a wary eye on you. Though, when he saw the magic your performed. You left him in awe.
  • You healed the others that inhabited his lands, blessed the lands to be more fruitful and offered help to any who needed without asking anything in return.
  • When he first met you in person he was nervous. In his time, he’s met and seen many witches but none to kind such as you. Yet, you welcomed him in without any questions an
  • “Ah, you must be the dragon that protects these lands.” You smile, pushing the door aside for him. The dragon is hesitant before stepping inside your small estate. Plants and crystals lie scattered along the tables and windowsills and he can feel the warm magic they radiate. “I was making some tea. Would you like some?” He nods and you smile pouring an extra cup. “Alright then, how may I help you?”
  • He asked for a simple salve, something to keep his scale from chafing while flying. You provide it for him, blessing the salve with a spell so its properties worked much stronger.
  • You asked for nothing in return instead for him to join you for tea when he has the chance. A glowing smile and a gentle hand over his had him blushing out a yes.
  • He returned immediately the next day.

Soldier 76

Zombie / Solitary Witch

  • Soldier had taken residence with you when you had saved him from an incident with the townsfolk.
  • His arm, although torn completely off, wiggled in his grasp as you started at strange undead man at your doorstep.
  • You asked how he knew of you and he said the townsfolk spoke of you. He offered you his vigilance and protection in exchange for your healing services. Reluctantly, you obliged and since then he has followed you from town to town.
  • Like any other time, whether the townsfolk took well to you was rare. Soldier often having to patrol your current lodgings for attacks from outsiders.
  • When it did come to it, he was skilled in battle as you were in magic. Though, it did not mean he always came out without a  wound or two.
  • However, your magic was versatile. You knew the ways of a white witch and those of the dark but strayed from remaining in a certain spectrum. With your knowledge you could heal his physical body and mend his eternal soul from leaving it.
  • Over time he grew to be more than just a bodyguard. He grew to care more intensively at your well-being and you his.
  • “You must be more careful, Jack.” You muttered at the pale corpse. “I can keep you here but if this body gets too destroyed, I don’t know what would happen.” You shoot him a look. “I don’t want to have to go grave digging.” He snorted at the notion, saying this was his original body and any other would not do. The light of your magic fades as you finish your incantation. A giggle escapes you as you brush the unruly hairs on his head down. “I know, I know, I jest.” You stop to place a hand on his cheek. “It be a pity, really. This body has some pretty attractive scars.”
  • If the dead could blush, he would be as red as a cherry.
Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming

FLUFF

Request: Hi, I have a request, I hope you don’t mind accepting! Your writing is so amazing, I wish I could write as well as you do!

Anyways…Maybe you write a oneshot about the reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony (their bf, or dad, you choose!), being the overprotective dad/bf he is, has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. Can it be really fluffy?

(You don’t have to go by this exactly, feel free to change some stuff if you feel like you need too! Write what you think would sound (?) best!) <3


Originally posted by tonystarkz

You preferred your dad to your mom. Your mom got stuck with you after sleeping with your dad and being a woman who was a gold digger, she happily threw you at your dad to go on dates and get money from her dates. Your dad actually cared about you. Your parents had very different views about what they want from you. Your mom wanted you to follow in her footsteps. Drop out and rely on some rich old dude. Your dad wanted you to do well in school, to be independent and strong, and to make a name for yourself. You happily went with what your dad wanted since its more practical and you didn’t like the old men who gave you looks that your mom brought home.

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How to Create a Study Space

Set a designated space for your studying, productivity, and supplies (or any other study essentials)

Before you create your study space, you of course will need to find a place to center your productive studying! If you can, choose an area with a lot of space (for your needs and stuff), less distractions, good lighting, a good vibe of positivity and productivity, etc.

Decorate and organize your newly founded study space!

This is purely optional, but I just find that when I have an uncluttered and tidy space I just get my work done faster with minimal distractions from the background, which comes from my belongings (if that makes sense). I would also recommend decorating your study space because it will add your own personal flair to the space, while boosting good and positive energy (which will be studying more likeable and fun!). I would maybe try to over do it! Some minimal decorating should do that job as it doesn’t add extra and unnecessary distractions while boosting your confidence and willpower!

Good lighting is key!!!

I’m going to say that lighting makes a big difference in how you will function in your awesome new space! Good lighting boosts productivity and keeps you motivated in a way (sort of if you can related). I just can’t do my work in the dark because it justs makes things harder to see, gives me eye strain, and it for some reasons makes me want to get on my phone and procrastinate (which is a major no no). I’d recommend investing in a quality desk lamp, and if you can studying in a room with good natural light (from a window or something of that nature). I personally prefer warmer colored light bulbs, but choose the color temp that you find will keep you on the road to your destination and goals.

Get a desk with a comfy chair (or alternatives–suggestions mentioned below)

Please for the sake of your back and all things good, invest in a quality chair and table desk if you can. I personally, used to study on the loffa. However, this lead to my back and neck hurting a lot due to lack of support and having to bend down all the time. A table will give you a place to do your work on, and the chair will give your body the support it needs. Try to get a comfy one because uncomfy chairs will just make you feel not so well. There are so many options out there, but I know that some of us just do have the resources to get a fancy Ikea desk or what ever. So if you can’t please don’t stress about this! It is totally OPTIONAL! An alternative would be to make a DIY Desk or even going to the local public library or cafe (find a quiet cafe to study in though. But just in case bring some earbuds/headphones to block out excess noise)!

Eliminate all tempting distractions (phones, social media, etc.)

This is pretty self explanatory, but unless you really need to use your phone or another electronic device for homework it would just be best to put it away. It will help to keep you on track, promote the distraction free environment, and also it can prevent the spiral of procrastination to take effect. If you really do need your laptop for say, maybe try installing a website blocker to keep you off of Tumblr or other things that provoke the positive space. I know that sometimes we can have siblings that can be annoying sometimes too (I know this is true, but we still love them lol). If this is the case maybe ask them to leave politely or just pop on some earbuds are get moving. These aren’t all the distractions in the world, but I know that you can find a positive solution to your problem! Just know that you’re not alone!

Try to keep it down to one (if it’s best)

I know that sometimes we have to share things, even if we don’t want to. But, if possible, try to keep one space to yourself. Having your own space can give you a boosting sense of ownership and belonging. I don’t know if it’s just me, but when I used to share a space my stuff went missing, people took things, etc. If you can, do this. But, sometimes studying with others can actually even be more beneficial (for some people)! Just pursue the option that will benefit you more overall in the long run.

*If you have anymore tips that you would have added to this list, please send them to me here! If you would like to request a particular posts, please send me a message here and I can see what I can do!

Post Break-Up Sentence Starters

For all your angsty “I still love you” needs 

 
(send a sentence and a name x) 

  • “Just give me a reason to come back.”
  • “You’re not good for me.”
  • “How come I can’t let go of you?”
  • “I never forgot.”
  • “I had to get new bedding because I couldn’t lay in it without you there.”
  • “It was never your fault.”
  • “I never wanted things to end.”
  • “Our song came on and I needed to talk to you after hearing it.”
  • “You’re still in my dreams.”
  • “Did you move on?”
  • “I’ve tried to move on, but no one is you.” 
  • “The song was about you.”
  • “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”
  • “I shouldn’t want the elevator to stall, but at least it would keep you here.”
  • “I’ll wait at our restaurant ‘til closing time.  If you don’t go then I’ll stop trying.”
  • “No one will suit you like I did.”
  • “He/She didn’t answer any of the calls or texts.”
  • “Did he/she say anything about me?”
  • “If this is the last time I see you, know I love you more than anything.”
  • “My parents asked about you.”
  • “How am I supposed to let go?”
  • “He/She posted a picture with another guy/girl on Instagram.”
  • “I need to go fix what I had with him/her.”
  • “It’s been months, but it’s still you.”
  • “Give me another chance.”
  • “All the memories replay in my head so often.”
  • “Do you ever think of me?”
  • “I was lying… I knew you’d be at this party, that’s why I came.”
  • “So you’re seeing someone new?”
  • “I’d give up so much to have another chance.”
  • “What happened to us?”
  • “I don’t remember a fight, or a reason, so what happened?  Why did we break up?”
  • “My friends keep telling me to get over you.”
  • “My friends kept telling me to fix things with you.”
  • “I didn’t know you’d be here… He must’ve set this up.  Us meeting again.”
  • “You’re still as beautiful as I remember.”
  • “Can I buy you a coffee?  For old time’s sake.”
  • “You always were a bit clumsy… How about I help you get home?”
  • “I’m just trying to find reasons to keep us talking, honestly.”
  • “I miss you.”
  • “I didn’t want it to end, but I thought you’d be better off.”
  • “I haven’t gone to that diner since we broke up.”
  • “I found way too many break up playlists since it all ended…”
  • “Hey… I can’t believe you actually answered.”
  • “H-How have you been?”
  • “You sent so many drunk texts… I had to come over and make sure you were okay.”
  • “It was all my fault.  Every piece of it.  Why do you blame yourself?”
  • “Apparently you left this sweater at my place all that time ago… I could’ve got a friend to give it to you, I guess, but… I don’t know.  I just came without thinking.”
  • “We were so good.”
  • “No! I-… I’m… I’m not dating him/her.  I can’t.  It wouldn’t be fair.”
To my Dearest Regret, With Hope

Request: Listen. I’m legit bawling. I’m crying. My heart has been broken and scarred. You did that! I need a part 4 please or I might just die, M. Your writing is gonna kill me someday, you queen of angst, you. AND other sweet comments! THIS IS A PART OF THE To Newt, With Love series

Word Count: 2,627

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @gemininomad @fangirlingandcrying @adellyhatter-blog @ryeosomnia

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Newt stares at the brick house in front of him, taking a deep breath before dipping his head and walking toward it. The leather case in his hand bounces against his right leg with every quick step he takes. He times his steps, falling into the same familiar rhythm as the creak of the neighbor’s porch swing.

Climbing up the three hole-ridden steps, Newt curses under his breath. He pauses at the top and sighs. It’s now or never.

The door slams open halfway through his third knock. He nearly smacks his mother in the face as he stumbles forward, but she just ducks under his hand and wraps her arms around his stomach.

“Erm, hi mum.”

“You finally remembered I’m alive!”

Newt rolls his eyes over his mother’s head. “I never forgot it. That would be hard with all the owls you kept sending.”

She steps away from him, leading him into the house. “How could I not send them? You never replied. I didn’t know if you were getting any of them.”

Newt pulls the door shut behind him as he steps inside. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Scamander waves her hands, walking down the hall to the kitchen, “Your animals mean more than your own dear mother.”

“That’s not true.” He follows her, eyes trailing over the pictures of him and Theseus at various ages, hanging in rotting frames on the cream walls.

“Well, you aren’t very good at showing that, are you? Come in here, I just finished baking some biscuits.”

Chuckling at a picture of him and Theseus grinning ear to ear in front of the ocean, stacks of shells balanced on their sopping curls, Newt heads into the kitchen. It hasn’t changed much since he was young. The same dog and cat salt and pepper shakers sit above the stove. The same row of flower vases with the same nine vases are lined up on the far counter, like soldiers ready to march at any moment. The same wooden frames hold up the same moving pictures.

Well, almost all the same pictures. Newt tries not to see the different faces in three of the frames, changed courtesy of Theseus.

“How have you been, honey?” Mrs. Scamander sets a cup of tea and a plate of two bite-sized biscuits down in front of Newt.

“I’ve almost died five times since I last saw you.” He fights a smile at his mother’s frown as he bites into a biscuit.

She falls into the chair across from him. “Do you want to kill your mother? Merlin’s beard, Newt, didn’t I raise you better?”

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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 3

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 4

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “please write the next chapter to nobody needs to know!!! i’m so hooked on it x”

Prompts: #38 “He better only be just a friend.”

Warnings: I honestly didn’t intend the ending to be the way it is, but I was feeling it.

A/N: I’m overjoyed at the response this got! If you like my writing, feel free to comment or go to my ask box and request something you’d want to read. I’ll probably do a part 4, as this seems to be something you guys want to continue and honestly I’m having fun writing it :) 

My requests are always open!

Tag List: @captainsuperfangirl, @kitschkylo, @imperfectanatomy, @latenightbooknerd, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless @markedbymymistakes


You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.


Veronica calls an emergency sleepover, and it was unanimously decided that it would be at Archie’s house. Betty’s mom didn’t like V or Archie, Veronica was almost one hundred percent sure her mom would jokingly flirt with you three to embarrass her, and having your parents ask what was wrong is exactly the conversation you did not want to have.

On the way there, everyone calls their respective parents.

“No, dad, we’re all just missing each other lately and want to spend some time at Archie’s.”

Your dad, protective and yet also thinks he’s a comedian, pretends Archie is news to him. “Who is this boy? Is he nice? He better not be ginger. Back in my day,” you groan, “they just didn’t have souls. Now I’ve heard they steal them!” He laughs, but you just roll your eyes.

“Dad, I know you know Archie. We’re walking there now, I’ll text you once we get there. His dad is there right now but I think he’s going out later, so no worries about me being unsupervised nor any jokes about being killed in my sleep by a creepy old man.”

“He’s leaving later though, huh?” You sigh, knowing exactly where this is going.

“Dad, you’ve known Archie for years. This joke isn’t funny anymore, just annoying. Actually, anymore implies it was funny the first time you did it when I was twelve. No, gingers aren’t heartless. Yes, you know Archie. He lives a block over. No, we won’t be doing any canoodling, he’s just a friend.” You hear your friends all laugh, knowing exactly what your dad is trying to pull. He’s done it to everyone. You distinctly remember him once questioning you about a “dog of a friend” sleeping in your bed, pretending as if he hadn’t just bought the family a dog the day prior.

“He better only be just a friend.”

“Goodbye, dad.”

“Night. kiddo. Have a good time. Don’t forget to let me know when you all get to Archie’s.”

“Will do.”


You send off a text to your father as you walk in the door, heading straight to the kitchen. Everyone’s stomach had growled on the walk here, making the group realize that the capital-i Incident had prevented anyone from eating a full meal.

Rummaging through Archie’s fridge, you hear the soft plunks of pillows and blankets being tossed to the floor in preparation for the sleepover.

You know the conversation that is to come. How long is it acceptable to stand alone in a kitchen before it gets suspicious?

Sighing, you grab the pasta sauce, tomatoes, and spinach from the fridge then head to the pantry for pasta noodles.

Your friends mercifully tend to their nest making and allow you to make dinner while giving you time alone. You feel a scalding sensation on your hand and look up, rubbing the burn.The time on the microwave reads 9:56 pm, and you realize you’ve been standing at the stove for twenty minutes while the pasta has has been bubbling over, the splash hitting your hand as it spilled.

After scooping everyone a serving into a bowl, you set all of the food on Archie’s coffee table in the center of the room, surrounding which are the blankets they’ve artfully laid out. Stopping only to bid a farewell to Fred as he walks out the door, you take the spot in the center and curl up, letting the warmth from the bowl seep into your freezing fingers.

Your friends thank you for the dinner, and a while is spent with only the sound of Archie flipping the channels on the television.

It’s Betty that dissipates the silence.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. He said something about you and we thought you had told him and I feel so bad about-”

“Don’t,” you say with a sigh. You set your bowl onto the table and slip further into your blanket. “It’s my own fault. If I had just realized before it was too late that I had a crush, then I maybe could have distanced myself.” You look at all three surrounding you, and give a small smile. “I’m sure he just needs time, like he said. We’ll be fine in a couple days.”

Veronica slams her bowl down. “I just don’t get it!” Everyone’s head snaps to her. “You both seemed so enthralled with each other, I was sure he felt the same way. Or at least that he cared enough to not drop you just because you had the audacity to feel more for him than he might for you,” she finished sarcastically.

You shake your head, hoping that she won’t be too angry at Jug. He hadn’t done anything wrong, after all. “It’s just a bit awkward now. We’ll get over it. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“So,” Archie starts, a little hesitant, “You, uh, haven’t exactly told us what happened,” he points out, hand rubbing the nape of his neck.

And so the story begins. You tell them his reaction after they had left the diner, the hurt you felt. When you start to tell them about your plead with him for the two of you to move past it, the spiral of panic about being left out of the group, they stop you.

“Whoa, Y/N, slow down for a minute. Why would you ever think that?” Betty asks, concern coloring her voice.

“Don’t you ever, for even a second, think that we would stop caring for you just because there’s tension between you and Jughead.” Her fierce protectiveness is evident as Veronica scoots closer to you, throwing her arms around you.

“Yeah, Y/N/N. You’re pretty cool and stuff, we wouldn’t do that to you.”

Everyone laughs as Archie gets embarrassed, not knowing how to comfort you but trying his best. A sudden warmth starts in your stomach as you realize the support that your friends have shown all night.

“Thank you guys. I appreciate you hanging out with me as I wallow in pity,” you say, scrunching your nose at the thought of you in the middle of self-pity. You grab the remote from Archie. “Let’s find the worst movie currently streaming and just relax, yeah?” Everyone agrees, and the rest of the night is spent critiquing whatever movie was the subject of your fancy, support coming from the mere presence of such wonderful friends.


After the sleepover had dispersed the next morning, Archie heading off for Saturday football practice and the three girls all agreeing a shower was in order, you head home.

Once you shut your door, the bliss of being alone hits. You love your friends, and them being there despite you insisting everything was fine meant a lot, but you really needed to time to process by yourself.

The steam from your shower is stifling, but something about the scalding water makes you feel truly cleansed.

You check your phone: no messages. You turn the ringer on and the volume up, before tossing it across the bed and starting up your laptop.

Ten minutes pass. You check that you did, in fact, turn your ringer on. You did. No messages.

An hour passes, and you turn your phone off and then back on again, checking the signal. Full bars. No messages.

You throw your phone into a drawer. When you leave your house, your bedroom door is still open.

Striptease

Summary: Sent on a mission with Bucky, you’re a stripper, and he’s your client. What will come of this?

Warnings: Language, mentions of nudity.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by gliceria

Undercover missions with Bucky usually go over without a hitch, but those missions don’t usually involve being a fake stripper, and Bucky being your newest ‘client’. It also doesn’t help that I want this man to fuck my brains out.

So, you could say I’m a little nervous.

“Alright, (Y/N) and Bucky, you get the gist of the mission right?” Bucky nods at his best friend, Steve.

“Yeah punk. Get in, find the sex slaves, free them, and capture the sex trade bosses.” Bucky leans back in his chair.

“And make sure (Y/N) doesn’t get captured or worse.” Steve almost has to remind him that I’m going with him.

“Yeah, I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I know I probably didn’t need to blush, I just can’t help it. He seems to notice it, and throws a wink at me.

I look down towards my hands in my lap, like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I hear a soft smack, then a grunt and it peaks my curiosity enough to make me look up. Bucky is rubbing the back of his head, and Steve is giving him that ‘disappointed dad’ look. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. They both look back up to me, a soft smile on both their lips.

Steve comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Be careful out there, (Y/N).” What did we ever do to deserve Steven Grant Rogers?

“I will, Steve don’t worry about me. Besides, I got Buckaroo over here to keep me safe, right Buck?” He rolls his eyes, he hates the new nickname I’ve given him.

“Not if you keep calling me that.” I laugh again, standing out of my chair.

“I’m going to go finish packing, I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 1 hour Bucky.” He just nods.

-

In my bedroom, 30 minutes later, and still don’t have any idea what I should wear. Nat took me out lingerie shopping last week in preparation for this mission, and I still don’t know what the hell to wear. I don’t need all 30 suits, but I can’t pick just one, they’re all so cute. Pulled out of my train of thought to the sound of someone banging on my door, I walk up to it.

“Coming!” I yell, jogging up to the door. Opening it, I’m met with Bucky. Figures. He’s in black jeans, and a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. He looks fantastic. Don’t be fooled though, he’s still packin’ under those clothes.

“Hour’s almost up, doll. Havin’ troubles?” He walks past me, into my room. I don’t mind though, after all, he’s about to see more intimate parts of me than really anyone ever has. Might as well get used to it.

“I guess you could say that, I don’t know which ones to pick.” He chuckles, and looks over the selection of lingerie I have laid out on the bed. He picks up a hot pink little number, and lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, lingerie sure has changed since I can remember them.” I laugh.

“I’m sure you saw a lot of lingerie , Mr. Barnes.” He turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Was that sarcasm, doll?” He walks up to me, almost predatory. I gulp, shaking my head.

“N-No, I was just kidding.” He laughs, his head rolling back.

“Oh, (Y/N) You’re so easy to scare.” He pats the back of my head, before grabbing several different sets of lingerie and throws them in my over night bag.

“W-Wait, I still don’t know which ones I wa-”

“You’ll look great in any of them, doll. Don’t worry.” Blushing, I follow him outside to the jet. Cap sends us off, and it’s just us once again.

“Aren’t you nervous, Buck?” I find myself pacing back and forth. He turns to look at me from the wheel.

“No.” I don’t know if that simple response was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.

“What if something happens, Bucky? I could be raped, beaten or killed, or all three.” He sets the jet on autopilot and walks over to me, cradling my face in his hands.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.” My face heats up, but a smile comes to my face nonetheless. THAT answer makes me feel better.

“Now go change, put the pink one on, I liked that one the best.” I nod, turning my back to him, but feeling his eyes on me. I just peek at him over my shoulder.

“Sorry, I won’t look.” He goes back to the wheel, leaving me to change in peace.

No turning back now, but with Bucky by my side, I know everything will be alright.

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We’re a few hours into our mission, and I’ve already seen the poor slaves they keep hostage. Bucky is out in the audience, and we’ve discovered he’s quite popular with the ladies. I should have known he would be, have you seen him? He tries to keep focused on me, all while keeping the girls occupied, don’t want to seem too interested in me.

One of the hosts goes up to Bucky, and I find my breath hitching in my throat.

‘Have we been caught?’ Bucky whispers something to the host, and points at me. As I’m up on the stage, dancing in nothing but a tiny bra and a g-string, the host calls me down off the stage.

“Oy! Candy! Come down here baby, we have a guest who would like your services.” Cany is the name they gave me, and I can’t wait to be rid of it, I don’t like feeling like nothing but a piece of meat for hungry, desperately horny men. I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be stripping.

Swaying my hips off the stage, I walk towards Bucky, who has taken the temporary alias Christian McNealy.

“Candy, baby. This is Mr. McNealy. He has requested the full servise, you know the drill.” I nod, leaning on the wall and smiling at Bucky.

“I know what to do, boss. I’ll take real good care of him…” Walking over to Bucky, and straddling his waist. He smirks and puts his arms around my waist. Boss is still standing there, making sure his customer is happy, so we have to play this to full expectancy.

Bucky smiles, “You gonna take off this pretty little number, sweetheart?” He throws in a brooklyn accent with his acting, although I bet some of it really isn’t acting, as he IS technically from Brooklyn.

“Mmmm, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Reaching behind my back and unsnapping the puny bra, I throw it over my head. My large breasts finally springing free. I am so humiliated, embarrassed and I feel like crying. I never wanted Bucky to see me like this, not like this. Especially with some pervert watching. I can’t let that show though, I would after all rather it be Buck than some other guy I don’t know. Buck pulls me towards him, my breasts pressing against his chest, I guess to shield me from this guy’s wandering eyes. He presses his mouth against mine, our first actual kiss together.

He runs his hands up my back, and kissing me deeper.

“Alright, kids. You two enjoy each other now. You have an hour and a half, Mr. McNealy.” Buck grunts in acknowledgement. After he leaves, and with the press of a button, any cameras that could be watching are disabled, he helps me off his waist, handing me my catsuit he kept tucked in his shirt somewhere. It can be hidden pretty well. Already clad in what I wear in under my catsuit, I throw it on, Bucky handing me a gun and a knife.

“You ready to finish this, doll?” I nod, and we proceed to put an end to this nasty man’s fantasy life.

-

Mission success, as we figured it would be.  The man was honestly so stupid he didn’t see it coming at all.

Steve clears us, and we make our way to our rooms…way too soon if you ask me. I feel like there’s an elephant in the room and I want to address it.

Bucky and I share a floor with Steve and Sam, so at least we’re going to the same place. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to Bucky.

“Look, Buck I-” I’m cut off when Bucky slams the button that stops the elevator and he pushes me back against the wall, lifting me and kissing me hard on the mouth, my legs going around his waist.

“Fuck, (Y/N) I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…:” He speaks after he pulls away, licking his lips.

Staring into his eyes, I find myself smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Oh God I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt this..” He chuckles, holding me close to his warm body. He presses the button to start the elevator again. Setting me down, he looks into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He leans down to kiss me again, but before our lips touch the elevator door’s open and Sam, Nat, Tony and Clint are standing there, smirking.

“It’s about damn time!” Sam crosses his arms, smiling at us.

“So it took her getting naked for you for you to realize you needed to speak up, huh?” Natasha picks on Bucky and he rolls his eyes.

“Заткнись, Романофф”

(Shut up, Romanoff)

He pushes past everyone.

“Excuse us, we have a lot of time to make up for.”

Leaving to his bedroom, we hear a choir of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’

Okay, so maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.

TAGS:  @marvel-fanfiction, @cassandras-musings

No turning back (Dylan O’brien+Teen wolf)

Request: hey love can you do a dylan obrien smut.

Summary: Y/N is an actress that had worked with Dylan ever since they started filming Teen Wolf. He has always had a thing for her, but they both agreed to keep it professional, up to now.



Teen wolf is coming to an end. Today was the last day of shooting and there were only a couple more scenes left to shot. One of which was a Stile’s and Lily’s make out scene. Y/N has been playing Lily, Jackson’s sister for 6 years now. Her and Dylan’s character have been having a  love hate relationship throughout the seasons and in the final season they decided to give the fans what they wanted and let everyone’s OTP become cannon.

“Hey, baby.” Dylan said wrapping his arm around her shoulder as he ran up to her.

“Hey!” She smiled, mimicking his action and wrapping her arm around his waist. To anyone else they would seem like a couple, and who could blame them, they acted like they were dating anyway.

“Heading to the rehearsal?” The brown haired man asked her as they walked.

“Yup. Did you hear? We are in charge of this scene. There’s literally no script.” She said waving her scrips in the air.

“I’ve noticed, yeah. Don’t worry I’ve got a couple ideas.”

“Awesome, I’m sure I’ll get some as well when I see in what direction you’re thinking of going.” She smiled as they reached the set.

“Well then.” The girl said looking around.

“I know right, so romantic.” He agreed making them both laugh.

“Yes, the boy’s locker room is where I always wanted to have a heated make out session.”

“I like the way you think.” He winked before letting go of her and walking over to one of the desks outside of set, putting down his red bull and his scrips.

Y/N followed him and did the same with her belongings. “Okay, what’s the plan?”

“So I was thinking, you come running it, after you find out I’m actually alive and not dead, and I’m standing somewhere around here.” He said walking over to one of the lockers.

“Yeah, so i run in. Looking around, calling your name.” Y/N continues his story, walking in the direction that the camera will be moving in front of her as she walked. “Stiles?!” She lets out a yell of joy and surprise. “You’re alive.”

“Last time i checked.” Dylan replies in his usual Stiles voice, full of sarcasm as he stepped forwards.

“I thought…” She starts, “I thought you were dead.” She continued walking towards him.

“I’m not, I’m here.” He said  as they came face to face, her hands pressed against his toned chest.

“You’re really here.” She said as the script told her to, she let her hands roam down his body, up his arms, feeling that he was actually there and not an illusion. But in her mind, all she could think about was what hid body would feel like pressed up against hers.

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” He said cupping her face gently. The line between Stiles and Dylan quickly faded as he stared in to her eyes, his  gaze falling down on her lips as he felt her small and gentle hands run all over his body.

“And then we kiss.” She said trying to focus on her job.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, her  hands slipping around his waist as he deepened the kiss. She kissed back, forgetting about Lilly, forgetting about Stiles. It was just them. Just her and Dylan. This is what she wanted to do for so long. She didn’t want it to stop. She got on her tip toes, pressing her body against his.

Dylan has forgotten about Stiles as soon as their lips touched. He was just a boy kissing the girl he has had a crush on since forever.

She ran her fingers up his back wanting to feel as much of him as possible. One of his hands made it’s way down her neck, her shoulder and found it’s place on her waist.

They both jumped as a loud ringing came from behind the outside of the set. They pulled apart and it took them a second before Y/N reconciled the sound as the bell they used to let everyone know they are filming and that they should be quiet. 

“They’re just filming.” She said, her face flushed and her breath uneven.

“Yeah.” He nodded, debating if he should ignore what happened or if he should continue. “Fuck it.” He stepped forward, kissing the girl again, pushing her back until her back hit the wall.  She smiled in to the kiss before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back.

He pulled away and looked her straight in the eye. “Jump.”

And she did. Wrapping her legs around his waist as he stepped forwards pressing her back against the cold wall behind her. He went to kiss her neck as she threw her head back, giving him more access to bite, lick and suck on her neck.

“Mmm” She moaned as she started to grind against him, feeling the friction of his jean covered bulge  rubbing against her pussy that was only covered by her silk panties.

“Keep doing that and there will be no turning back.” He growled making her grab his face and reattaching her lips to his.

“I’ve waited 6 years. I don’t want no turning back.” She said against his lips, biting on his lower lip, making him grab on her thigs harder.

He walked over to one of the benches and sat down in it, with her on his lap. She grabbed his t-shit and pulled it over his head as he pulled her sun dress over hers.

“Even better than i’ve imagined.” He said as he started to kiss down her breasts, his arm reaching around and unhooking her bra as she continued to rock against his now bigger bulge.

“Oh you have imagined this?” She said, reaching down to undo his jeans.

“Many times.” He sad as she pushed herself off off him, pushing her panties down her legs as he did the same to his jeans and his boxers.

“Well then, let’s not waist any time.” She said getting down on her knees and slowly putting the tip of his now throbbing cock in her mouth, letting her saliva lubricate his cock.

“Oh baby, come here.” He said already feeling himself getting closer, the anticipation of this moment taking its tool on him.

She quickly stood up and positioned herself over his member as he grabbed his cock and hold it in place as she slowly slid herself down on it.

“Oh-” She was left speechless, the feeling of finally feeling him inside of her, stretchering her. She soon started to bounce up and down on him. She grabbed his shoulders for support as she picked up the speed.

Dylan grabbed one of her breasts and started to massage is while taking the other one in his mouth, biting down on the hardened nipple.

“Dylan.” She let out a moan, trying to keep quiet as they did not lock the doors and someone could walk in at any moment. Both of them knew that, and it made everything even better, more exciting. He reached around with his free hand and grabbed her ass, helping her up and  down, keeping her rhythm steady.

Both of them breathing heavy as he reached down and started to rub small circles on her clit. Bringing her right to the edge.

“I’ll cu-” She cut herself off by a loud moan, her eyes rolling back as she felt her climax approaching.

“Cum, baby.” He whispered against her neck, starting to rub quicker circles on her clit, sending her over the edge.

He could feel her pussy tightening around him, which sent him over the edge as well. Dylan began to thrust up in to her, letting them both ride out their orgasms, by now  none of them caring about who heard them.

Feeling her body go numb she feel on top of him, as he wrapped his hands around her waist and lied down on the bench with her on top of him.

“That was..” He searched for the right words.

“Amazing.” She finished his sentence.

“Why did we wait so long?” He asked making the girl on top of him laugh.

Someone opened the door saying “Well this is a finale everyone was waiting for!”

The pair looked at the new comer finding out it was Tyler.

“Fuck!” Y/N hid her face in Dylans shoulder as he just laughed before saying  “Get the fuck out dude!”

“That’s why we waited for so long.” Y/N said making them both laugh.

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AN: Hey, so this is my first actual human and not character imagine. tbh it was kinda weird to write it haha but i hope you still like it :)