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NaNoWriMo Prep: How to Write 2000 Words a Day

Originally posted by byaseashore

Two thousand is a big number. Sitting down to write 2000 words can be extremely intimidating, so the first thing you should do is make that number friendlier.

Write 500 words in 4 writing sessions.  

Chop up that big, intimidating number. Start with a goal of 500 words. In one session, with no breaks, write them all. Take a break, then write the next 500. Repeat until you reach at least 2000. 

If you write 650 words in one session, don’t aim for 350 in the next. Let those extra words add up. A few hundred extra words each day will get you to 50k quicker than you could imagine.

I recommend timing your sessions, aiming for 20 minutes each time. The deadline will help you get the words out, With 10 minute breaks between each session, you can reach your 2000 word goal in two hours. Which brings me to the next point: 

Write fast. 

Don’t stop and think about your words. Don’t go back and improve a previous sentence. Save all of your edits for later. Focus on writing as quickly as possible, throwing everything you have at that blank page. This will actually help boost your creativity. Make your brain work so fast, be so focused, that it doesn’t have any space to doubt itself and you’ll be amazed at what you can come up with. 

But don’t worry if you can’t write 500 words in 20 minutes on day one. Writing quickly is a skill and it will take a few days of training. 

Let the words suck.

This is absolutely key if you want a high word count. When you’re writing an entire chapter in a day, you shouldn’t expect the words to be beautiful. You’re not aiming at lyrical prose. You’re mining raw material that you can work into art later.

Letting the words suck can include:

  • Writing [something happens here] in place of a scene.
  • Letting yourself use cliches as shorthand.
  • Dialog that is really exposition.
  • Long descriptions of things that don’t matter.
  • Letting your characters ramble until you discover what it is they actually need to say.

As long as there are 2000 words and they relate to your story, they’re exactly what you need. And if you hate having bad words on a page, once you have your 2000 for a day, you can go back and fix all of it. Take all the time you need. Just reach that word count first. 

Tip: if you do edit at the end of each day, make that a separate document from your official NaNo doc. This way, you can trim scenes, descriptions, and dialog without worrying about its effect on your word count. (If you make a scene/description/sentence longer, feel free to include that in your NaNo doc.) 

Don’t know what to write next?

So you’ve written 1200 words, completed a scene, and you have no idea where the story is going next. Here are some things you can do to get those 800 words in anyway:

  • Go to writeordie.com and FORCE the words out.
  • If that doesn’t work, reread the scene you’ve just written and see if you’re missing some obvious foreshadowing, some clue as to where the story’s headed. (You can also add a few lines to bulk up your wc.)
  • If that fails, take a walk and let the fresh air usher a solution to you.
  • If that fails, skip the next section. Write another scene. Go where the story is waiting for you. Come back to the other scene at a later time.

Helpful tip:

Instead of breaking your writing session into four parts, break it into five. Use your first writing session to sketch out an entire chapter, like an outline, but with bits and pieces of dialog and description. Figure out where you’re headed and a couple of key stops along the way. Knowing what you’re writing towards will make doing the actual, fleshed-out writing much easier and quicker.

You can also do an outline for the next day’s writing after you’ve gotten your 2000 words for the day in. Future you will be extremely pleased.

Inheritance | Pt.5

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre:
hybrid!au, fluff, smut (later later),
Words:
4.2k+
Warnings:
none in particular
Notes:
I wish this didn’t take so long to get out, considering it’s not that long. This is a miniseries, so there’s only going to be one or two more parts. It’s the next one, I think???? where things begin to heat up! Keep sending in what you want to see happen between MC and Yoongi!! I may or may not be preparing something extra… ;o)

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

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Genre: Angst, fluff, a little smut, lots and lots of feels

Word count: 17,260

Warning: Mentions of past physical/sexual abuse

Notes: I got a couple of prompts asking for a neko!dan fic so I started writing one and this monster happened. I ended up writing and editing all this in less than three days and honestly, I’m proud of this.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1172

Warnings: Language? but none (yet)

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Dex gets up when Lardo throws her stuffed walrus at him. “Dex. I am going to sleep. Turn off the light.”

He has been sitting for so long his legs have cramped. When he stands up he staggers.

He switches off the light and gently closes Lardo’s door. It’s going to be his door next year. His and Nursey’s. Dex feels sick at the thought. 

He checks his phone. A bunch of chirping about the dibs flip in the team chat. A single message from Chowder.

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A Kiss Will Make It Better - Jason ToddxReader

This story was requested by the lovely @memento-amare

I hope you like it dear! Apologies for taking so long!!

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Blood and Injury

Word Count: 1210

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Living with Jason Todd was always an adventure. Even before I found out he moonlighted as a Gotham vigilante. We had met through his brother DIck and had become fast fast friends.

He was have parental issues with Bruce and I was getting ready to start the pre-med program at Gotham University so we decided to rent a place together.

It wasn’t until about half way through junior year that I found out he was the Red Hood. I had come home late from a night in the library to find him bleeding out on the couch.

I dropped my school bag and ran into the living room.

“Jason. Jason! I need you to talk to me. What happened,” I asked as I started to check his pulse.”

His voice was low and his breaths were shallow. “Stabbed, twice in the stomach. Some asshole got the jump on me. Couldn’t make it back to the cave to get fixed up.”

I started to feel mild panic set in after the word stabbed, but soon my trauma training kicked into high gear.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to run and grab my kit and I’ll be right back.”

I came back with my med kit and sat down on the floor. “I’m going to start stitching you up, but your going to have to talk to me okay?”

“Yeah.”

“This is gunna hurt like a bitch but something tells me you know that. Tell me how this whole vigilante thing started.”

Once he got going on the story I began to stitch up his wounds. It took more than an hour with how wide the gashes were.

“Okay Jay, let’s get you to bed. Some rest is going to be the best thing for you now.”

He only grumbled in reply. I helped him up and guided him to his bedroom. I didn’t bother getting him out of the rest of his uniform because he was so out of it.
Once I made sure he was comfortable enough to not pull anything I leaned over to give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Sleep tight Jay, I’ll see you in the morning.”

***

I was making eggs the next morning when I heard Jason’s shower turn on. I smiled to myself knowing that he was at least able to get up from the bed and make it to the bathroom.

After 20 minutes or so he wandered over to the dining table and sat down where I had placed his plate.

“Good Morning Sunshine,” I said casually after he sat down.

He looked up at me and answered with a grunt. We spent the next few minutes in silence.

“So are we not going to talk about last night?”

Jason set down his fork, and looked up at me.

“I seem to recall that we talked about pretty much evertything while you were stitching? Is there anything else you wanted to know? I’m sure you’ll probably say something about being careful and what not, but trust me it isn’t anything I haven’t heard before.”

I put down my own fork and sigh.

“I didn’t think there was anything else, but I wanted to make sure. There’s no need to be sour, especially when I kept you from bleeding out. A thank you would be nice, by the way.”

“Uh….thanks,” he said. “I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. Just so you know I’m willing to help whenever you need it. I am going to school to be a doctor ya know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. While we are talking about it, did you kiss my head last night?”

“Uh, yeah. My mom always said that a kiss could make anything a little bit better, no matter how big, so its something I’ve always done with my siblings and kids I babysit. It’s a force of habit really, I can stop if you want.”

“Oh. Nah it’s fine if you wanna keep doing it. Doesn’t bother me,” he said as he got up to head to his room. “Thanks again for the patch up Y/N.”

And that’s how things would be anytime Jason came back from patrol or a mission with an injury. I would patch him up and send him off with a kiss to the cheek or the top of his head.

***

“Yo, I’m here with the food,” Jason said as he comes through the door. “Roy’ll be over to hang out in a few.”

I put my notes back into my textbook and turned to face him. “Sweet, you got pizza! I’ll go grab some drinks.”

I got up to head to the kitchen as Jason slide a piece of the pizza onto his plate. A few moment later there’s a muffled shout “Dammit, I burned tongue.”

“Should I kiss it to make it better?” I shout from the kitchen while grabbing drinks from the fridge.

The next thing i hear is Jason choking. I run back into the living room to see him sputtering with his head between his knees.

“Here drink this,” I said as I handed him a water bottle. He grabbed the bottle and chugged almost half of it before he calmed down.

“Y/N, do you realize what you said?”

“Nooo,” I said as I started to think back to what had just happened. I ticked each of the events off in my head until arrived at what I said.

Instantly my face began to heat up. I flopped back onto the couch trying to hide myself from the embarrassment that is slowly taking over.


“I’m sorry Jay, I don’t know what I was thinking it just sort of slipped out as a force of habit.”

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” Jason said with a smirk. I shot up to look him in the eyes.

“Really?”

Suddenly Jason seemed to have a nervous energy about him. “I mean yeah. I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while, but I wasn’t reallly sure how to go about it cause our friendship is super important to me.”

I had lost all function. The only thing I could do was stare at him. The guy I have had a crush on just admitted to having a crush on me. I literally thought my brain had started to malfunction.

“I guess no response means that you don’t entirely feel the same way…I will just go back to my pizza now, forget I said anything.”

I took me a second to comprehend what he was saying, but when I did I found a new kind of resolve from somewhere.

"No, it doesn’t,” I whispered as I grabbed his shoulders to make him turn back towards me.

“What are yo..” he starts to ask but I cut him off with a kiss. It takes a second to realize what’s happening but he quickly reciprocates.

"EWWW! Not over the pizza guys!”

Roy’s voice from the doorway had us instantly pulling away from one another.

“It’s about damn time though,” he said as he sat down on a chair.

“Yeah, it is.” Jason smiled and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek. A blush kept onto my face and I couldn’t help but agree.

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I have a naill request.. hope you can do it for me.. if not it's okay either. Love your writing anyways Yn is driving home from a long day work and she hears too much to ask in the radio and knows it's about here. She stopped the car fast,grabbed her phone and give him a call to explain.. Sorry for my bad english😃

I hated days like this.  From the moment my alarm went off 30 minutes late this morning to the present moment where I was stuck in gridlock due to an accident, nothing had gone right.  I spilled coffee on myself before I even walked through the doors of my office building.  I broke a heel on the way up the stairs.  Since I was late, the only bagels the cafeteria had left were “everything” bagels and I hated those with a passion.  I had prepared my team for a meeting we weren’t supposed to have until next week and forgotten to prepare them for a meeting we had after lunch, which meant everyone had to scramble.  My laptop keyboard stopped working, my phone rang off the hook, and my mother called to ask me when I was going to start dating again.  

It was a never ending barrage of crap followed by a few feet of more crap.  I just wanted to go home, take these stupid shoes off, get in my pajamas and binge eat while I watched Grey’s Anatomy.

I looked down when my phone buzzed in the cup holder of my car.  My eyes rolled when I saw it was my mother again.  I didn’t even grab to pick it up this time.  

It wasn’t that I didn’t love my mother, I did.  Without her I might not have made it through the last year.  But she’d started to pressure me into dating again.  And I just wasn’t ready.  I knew she was worried.  She had a right to be.  I was just now getting over the only boy I’d ever loved.  It had been the longest year of my life.  Things were finally returning to normal for me.

But I couldn’t face her constant questions about Niall anymore.

Niall.

Ugh.

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College/Roomies AU RP ideas
  • ‘this isnt my door but i’m a little drunk and your place looks comfier than the walk back to my room.’ 
  • ‘you woke up and found me passed out in the hallway naked & were very kind about it. here’s your robe back’
  • ‘you woke up and found me passed out in the hallway naked & took numerous photos. why’
  • ‘my roomate dates your roomate and we’ve been sitting her awkwardly as they make out for the past 10 minutes. i’m going to pretend to smoke and you’re gonna follow me out’
  • ‘you’re in my class and i never have a pen & you always give me yours so i got you a $20 gift card to office depo as an apology’
  • ‘you’ve sat next to me in IT for the last year and now we’ve been partnered for something & i don’t know you’re name, this is awkward’
  • ‘The three of us haven’t slept for days because finals but now they’re over and we’ve basically collapses in a big pile on the couch. we woke up this way’
  • ‘I’ve seen you a few times around halls but I didn’t expect to wake up next to you’
  • ‘You’re always late to breakfast and usually I enjoy watching you run in five minutes before the hall closes but today you didn’t even show up and I had to see why not. That’s why I’m at your door with a plate of waffles’
  • ‘I was a little too drunk and you helped me back to my dorm. how did you know where my dorm was, again?’
  • ‘I saw you had a shirt on for my favorite band so i wore my shirt of them the next day to send you the message but turns out you were doing it ironically’
  • ‘i was dared to kiss the next guy/girl/ person who walked through the door. sorry. pucker up’
  • ‘I was late for class and ran into you and broke your project and now i’m spending the next two weeks helping you fix it because I feel so bad’
  • ‘You kept putting fliers for your goddamn dungeons and dragons meets under my door and i’ was sick of it so i went to one of the damn things to tell you to quit it but you’ve got me hooked on the game & i hate you’
  • ‘My friends left me in a club & you recognised me from dorms and helped me get home/looked after me so i’m taking you out for coffee as a thanks’
  • ‘We take the same bus every morning and share like three classes and are always sneaking glances at eachother but the bus has broken down and it looks like we’re walking together’
  • ‘We’re roomies and you found out I hate the smell of coffee so you make a fresh POT of coffee every morning and i’m going to end you’
  • ‘I always stop and listen to you singing in the shower but this time you caught me. I was just listening i sweAR’
  • ‘The dorm rules said no pets but you’ve been keeping a ______ in your room for the last 4 months and i’ve bonded with it more than I have with you’
  • ‘I like classical and you like screamo. We’re going to have to compromise’
  • ‘You keep changing my alarm because its waking you up too but my classes start earlier and I might just kick you ass if you do it again’
  • ‘My train was cancelled and you drove four hours to pick me up even though we’ve only been rooming for 3 weeks’
  • ‘You keep putting marked lines on the milk carton so you can see noones used it so i just keep rubbing them off and using it then drawing new ones on to see if you’d really notice. you noticed’ 
  • ‘There isn’t any toilet roll left but i just saw you leave the bathroom without saying a thing’
  • ‘There are two plug ports but three of us. I end up with both of them’
  • ‘you wear shirts with references to bands you know nothing about and it really irks me so i’m gonna have to say something about it’
  • ‘How did they managed to room two people together who were so different?’
  • ‘You always do long presentations and I fell asleep during one of them and you confronted me about it after’
  • ‘we’re on the newspaper together and you keep trying to write articles about ______ and its something i feel strongly about too so we plan to take over the paper from the inside over coffee’
  • ‘we’re on the newspaper together and you keep trying to write articles about ______ and its literally pissing everyone in the news room off’
  • ‘you’re a parachute in the school & don’t take shit seriously and think interuptting my classes is funny. i’m gonna show you how it really isn’t’
  • ‘we’ve both been listening to Beyonce on full blast for the last 2 days and dont see any end in it. our dorm is a paradise’
  • ‘you always have your friends over and i’m trying to study can you all go play Mario Kart some place else’ 
  • ‘you’re spending so much money on take out  that i’m getting sick of seeing it so i’m teaching you how to cook’
  • ‘we have to stay over the summer for make up classes & i’ve had a year of you bragging over your good grades, this is gold’
  • ‘you ask me out on the very last day of the year and i’m just really mad because i’ve been waiting so long for you to goddamnit’
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Character / Genre: Seokjin x reader | CEO! au, Fluff

a/n: this was meant to be a short drabble but somehow it got too long, but also too short to be a full scenario. Please let me know what you think.

Originally posted by vubbletae


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Close Quarters

A/N: Anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader is really flirty and hits on him a lot, so Spencer doesn’t really know how to react. One day, they get stuck somewhere, and the reader mentions her interest (the request was for teasing, but I switched it up because I wasn’t sure what to tease him about). He kisses her and some smutty smut ensues. @coveofmemories @sweetg

                                                             —–

“You do realize she likes you, right?” Morgan said, motioning across the bullpen toward Y/N.

Spencer’s face dropped in confusion, the corners of his mouth stretching out into a grimace of sorts. “You think she likes me?”

“No, I don’t think, I know,” Morgan laughed. Y/N was constantly doing all those little things that one associated with flirting. Since she started, she’d taken any opportunity possible to get Reid to notice her advances. Nearly every morning, his coffee would be waiting on his desk, a little heart  adorning the outside in marker. If he was feeling down, she’d put her hand lovingly on his arm; she didn’t do that with everyone. She always laughed at his corny jokes and she seemed genuinely interested in his ramblings, whether they be about work or Star Wars. “She is absolutely into you.”

For weeks Spencer had wondered if she was actually flirting with him or whether he was reading into something that wasn’t there. He wasn’t good with this kind of thing and he didn’t want to assume that she liked him like that - maybe she was just being nice. Just last week, they were out on assignment together and he’d been rambling about the board game Parcheesi; he couldn’t even remember how they’d gotten onto the topic, but as per usual, he’d been rambling. 

“You know Parcheesi is actually the Americanized version of the Indian game Parchisi, which is the younger sibling of a game called Chaupar. That was a slightly more intricate version of Parcheesi played by Indian aristocracy, specifically Mogul Emperor Akbar, not the one from Star Wars…” He’d looked over to see her smiling from ear-to-ear, listening intently to his coffee-fueled Star Wars/Parcheesi ramblings. Spencer felt like he should’ve stopped there, but once he got started, he couldn’t stop himself. “In fact, Akbar made a life-size version of the game that he played in his palace gardens, using harem girls as the pawns.”

“Oh my god, what a tool,” she’d laughed, placing her hand on his arm. “Well, maybe you and I can play the American board game one of these days. I haven’t played it since I was a kid. I used to love it.”

A normal guy would’ve made a move at that point, actually, they probably would’ve made a move a million years ago, but Spencer couldn’t actually comprehend her interest, so he said nothing and changed the conversation back to work. 

Snapping back to the present moment, Spencer sat down at his desk just as Hotch called for him. “Reid, can you and Y/N take a look down in the file room for the Beyer case file from 20 years ago? It’s one of the few we haven’t put into the digital system yet and I’d like to give it to Garcia.”

Giving him a nod, Spencer called over to Y/N, who was fixing her third cup of coffee for the day. “Hotch needs the file on Beyers. Can you help me?”

“Anything for you, Spencer,” she smiled warmly, placing the coffee on her desk and heading with him toward the elevator. They hit the button for the file room and watched as the doors closed with Y/N playfully punching Spencer’s arm. She liked doing that a lot, and Spencer didn’t want to admit he thought it was cute. Lights flickered as they moved down floor after floor, when all of a sudden the movements ground down to a halt. “What just happened?” she asked.

This had happened to Spencer once before on a case; he was with Morgan at the time, and the elevator had been much more rickety. “I’m gonna say that considering the lights also went out, the building lost power.”

“Damn snow.” It had been slightly snowy and amazingly windy since this morning and apparently the power lines couldn’t take it anymore, so they were stuck. 

In reality only five minutes had passed since the power went out, but the silence that hung between, as well as something else Spencer didn’t know how to describe, made it feel so much longer. More than once, he’d heard a sharp intake of breath come from her. She seemed like she wanted to say something. “Spencer?” she asked. “Do you like me? Like, romantically? Because I like you and I’ve been dropping hints. I don’t know whether you haven’t reciprocated because you don’t feel that way or because you just weren’t aware that I’ve been flirting with you.”

“I…” he started, not knowing exactly what to say. When he looked up though, he could see the question in her eyes, the absolute need to know. Instead of saying anything more, he closed the space between them, pressing his lips to hers before realizing there was a camera in the elevator.

As he pulled away, she caught sight of what he was looking at. “The power’s down. It means the camera’s off,” she breathed, taking his face in her hands and turning him toward her again. “Kiss me.”

With a deep breath, he took another step toward her, backing her into the corner under the camera and bracing his hands on either side of her body. He swallowed hard as she snaked her hands inside his jacket, wrapping her arms around his waist. Once his tongue slipped into her mouth and they began to devour each other with no thoughts of the consequences of getting caught, she gently tugged at the shirt underneath her grasp. “I’m sorry,” she said, bringing her hands up to his face. She was going to quickly without any regard for whether he was comfortable or not. She’d wanted him for so long that hormones and need had outweighed everything else. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?” he asked, his heated breath floating around her neck. “Did I do something wrong?” Maybe he was a horrible kisser and she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. He tucked his hair behind his ear as she smiled at him.

“You did nothing wrong, Spencer. I’ve wanted you for a very long time, but I’m moving quickly without any regard for anything but my own need and that’s not okay. I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable situation.” Looking up at the camera and around the enclosed elevator, she wondered how much longer they would have to be in here - things might be about to get awkward.

Once again, her eyes darted to his lips, but just as she was about to push away to make this a little less awkward, he rolled his body into hers, taking her mouth in another body-searing kiss. “I want you too, Y/N,” he muttered, tangling his hands in her hair. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I just don’t know how to go about these types of things.”

With a smile, she lifted her right leg up, resting it on his hip. His hand drifted to her bottom, tugging her pencil skirt up just enough that he could touch her heated center. “Are you sure you don’t know how to go about these kinds of things?” she giggled into his ear, a gasp stuttering its way out of her as his digits slid against her core. “You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

His thumb grazed her cheek as their tongues danced around each other. From behind, his fingers inched ever closer to her clit, her panties dampening with need for him. “Do you think you can make me come before the elevator starts up again?”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He always did love a challenge. In response, he pressed his fingers deeper into her wet heat, watching as her eyes fluttered closed at his touch. “To answer your question, yes I think I can.”

She giggled into his ear, nibbling at the tender flesh at his neck as he worked his fingers against her aching sex. Thank god there were no eyes on them right now, no other ears within distance to hear her whimper for him. “More,” she commanded, reaching underneath his jacket once more to grab at his ass and bring him closer to her. “Make me come.”

Bringing his hand toward her front, he cupped her sex with his palm, rubbing gentle circles against her clit as his fingers slid inside. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, seeing the elevator lights go on out of nowhere. “New challenge, can you make me come before we get down to the file room floor.”

With renewed determination, he hooked his two fingers inside her, pulling them forward in that ‘come hither’ motion that brought the sweet, intense pressure to her innermost core. As the beginnings of an orgasm rolled through her, she grabbed his head in both hands and bit down on his bottom lip, which caused him to increase the pressure he was torturing her with. “Fuck, Spencer, oh my god.” Even though the wall was holding her up on one side and Spencer had her in his arms, she practically collapsed from the intensity of it all. “You won.”

“I think I won too,” he chuckled, taking his fingers into his mouth to taste her sweetness much to her surprise. “Actually I think I might have won more.” Just as Y/N ironed out the wrinkles in her skirt and Spencer readjusted his shirt, the doors opened with her walking out first and Spencer close behind. 

As they made their way to the file room, they overheard a conversation between two other agents they didn’t know that well. “I knew the power wouldn’t be out for long, we have backup generators,” the one man said. 

“Yea, I know,” his friend said, pressing the button for the elevator. “They have the backup generator so they can turn it on immediately. That way they don’t have to be without the cameras for long.”

Both Spencer and Y/N stopped dead in their tracks. Spencer sucked in his lips and Y/N bit down on hers. “The cameras were on?” he asked.

She nodded and shrugged. “Oops.”

Young!Sirius Black x Reader: Novelist

AN: Two in one day, look at me go! I made Remus very uptight in this one and that makes me laugh.

Warnings: N/A

Requested by: Anonymous

“Babe.”

“Babeee.”

“Baaaaaabbbeee!”

“What, Sirius?!” Y/N called out, slamming her book down in exasperation.

He looked mock offended, flipping his hair over his shoulder and pouting his bottom lip. Y/N stared straight ahead, determined not to be drawn in by his fake attitude.

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Hands to yourself

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: mild smut, too much fluff

Word count: 1702

Request: by anon, Could you write an imagine where bucky celebrates his and y/n’s anniversary and he can’t keep his hands to himself in a fluffy/smutty kind of way?

A/N: Hope you all like this! I’ve been busy all weekend but I managed to get this out! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated <3

Originally posted by bucha-nan

It was hard to believe that you had been married to Bucky for a year. Time seemed to fly, being attached at the hip to the love of your life. Your wedding was small and simple, held in a local church. There were not many guests or many decorations but it was everything you ever wanted and more. All that mattered was Bucky. Today was your anniversary, so obviously Tony would be using it as an excuse to throw a massive party. 

You and Bucky were set to arrive at the tower from your off site apartment in an hour. The steam fogged up your bathroom mirror and you swiped at it with your hand to help it dissipate. Removing the towel from around your body, you wrapped it around your hair and twisted it until it sat on top of your head. You poked at your face for a minute but then decided to get dressed before fixing your makeup. 

The bathroom door creaked open and the cool air made goosebumps appear all over your naked body. You shivered and immediately went to the dresser to find some underwear. You hadn’t noticed Bucky standing in the doorway of your bedroom until you felt his firm hands grip your hips from behind. 

He leaned forward and you could feel his breath fan across your skin. He placed a hot open mouthed kiss to your neck. A different kind of shiver racked your body. His lips were relentless as he trailed down your spine. Taking his time making sure to worship every part of you. At that point, finding underwear was long forgotten. He sucked on your hip for a moment, being sure to mark you and then turned your body around so you were facing him. 

The sight of him kneeling before you was so erotic you almost collapsed. He kissed and licked the front of your left hip slowly coming closer to your core and then moving farther away, teasing you.

 “Buck please” you moaned. You could feel his smirk on your hip as he obeyed you and kissed his way to your center. Your hands found their way into his hair and you guided him where you wanted him. You were lost in him, and he was definitely lost in you. That is until you remembered that you were supposed to be getting ready.

You held both the sides of his face and gently lifted him off of you. He grumbled at the loss of contact and looked up at you curiously.

 “Love, we have to get ready. Tony is expecting us in less than an hour” you smiled guilty down at him still kneeling in front of you. He looked disappointed but stood up next to you and kissed your cheek.

 “Do we have to go?” He whined and gave you his best puppy dog eyes. For a moment you were considering pushing him over to your shared bed and letting him do whatever he wanted to you. Quickly you snapped out of your irresponsible thoughts and looked at him sternly.

 “Yes darling we have to go. The party is for us after all.”

“Well if it’s for us we should be able to decide whether we want to go or not” Bucky persisted. 

“Come on it’ll be fun! Besides, we’ll have plenty of time to finish what we started after the party” you winked at him and took his large hand in yours. 

“Now help me pick out something to wear.”

20 minutes into your outfit search and you both had come up empty handed. You held up dress after dress but each of them didn’t sit right with you. Bucky wasn’t much help. He said that same thing each time you tried one on. ‘You look beautiful’. You would roll your eyes playfully and then you’d be back to square one. 

Frustrated and running out of time to get ready, you settled on a knee length champagne silk dress. It had a halter top and more of a babydoll fit. It made you feel beautiful. Bucky was no longer paying attention to you because he was getting himself ready. His snug dress pants made his ass look fantastic but you pushed away those thoughts and walked over to him. 

“So how do I look?” You asked waiting for the same response you got for all the other dresses. 

“Wow- okay you can’t wear that to the party” he groaned. His pupils were blown and he licked his lips. 

“What do you mean? I like this dress” you said clearly disappointed. 

“Doll, trust me, I love this dress. It’s just that if you want to actually get to the party you’re going to have to change. I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself with you looking like that” he smirked at you and you laughed at his coy remarks. 

“Well I think I’m going to wear it anyway and you, Mr. Barnes, are going to have to find a way to control yourself” you purred and placed your hand on his chest. Now you were teasing him. 

“Darling, you are going to be the death of me, I swear” he huffed with an exasperated look. Obviously your teasing had its intended effect on Bucky and you were pleased with yourself. You giggled at the expression on his face and leaned in to kiss his jaw. Seeing how flushed his face was, you turned away from him to fix your hair and makeup. 

Bucky stood directly behind you the whole time and occasionally brushed his metal hand up and down your back, making you shiver yet again. Your eyes met his in the mirror in front of you. He smirked at you, knowing that his close proximity to you was the reason you were biting your lip. After you were finished with your hair and makeup, he snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You are so pretty” he remarked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even though you had been married to him for a year and had been dating him for 3, his compliments always caught you off guard. Your face broke into a smile and your eyes flitted away from his, clearly flustered. You craned your neck to face him and leaned up to kiss his jaw.

“Come on darling, let’s go. The cab should be waiting for us outside” you beamed and fluffed your hair one last time before slipping on your shoes and gripping your husband’s hand for balance. He chuckled at the clumsiness you possessed in which he had fallen in love with, and made sure to keep you upright. After you were settled in your shoes Bucky lifted your hand to his mouth and left a gentle kiss there. He then led you to the door and out of your apartment.

On the walk to the cab you realized that you should’ve brought a jacket and were visibly uncomfortable. Bucky noticed and shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. You smiled in appreciation and he reached forward to open the car door for you. 

You were about ten minutes out from Stark tower and Bucky’s hand was resting on your leg. He had been cracking jokes to whole ride and for moment you stopped listening just to study his face. It was still a wonder to you, how effortlessly handsome he was.

Bucky became slightly worried when you didn’t laugh at what he had said and only looked at him with a curious expression.

“Y/N? You okay doll?” he questioned and rubbed your knee with his thumb.

“How did I get so lucky?” you responded absentmindedly and with a new surge of spontaneity, you reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. 

Hey Wanda, let Tony know that we’re not gonna make it tonight. Tell everyone to take a shot for us and have a good time! ox’ 

“Driver?” you called and Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Can you bring us back to where you picked us up? There have been a change of plans.” You winked at Bucky. His face split into a smile and he reached over to hold your hand. The driver made a quick U-turn and you were on your way home. 

“I was thinking it over and I decided that you were right. The only person I need with me to celebrate our anniversary, is you.” his smile grew until his nose was all scrunched up in that way you love and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

You pulled up in front of your apartment building and Bucky ran around to the your side of the car to open the door for you. You chastised him about opening doors for you all the time, claiming that you could open the door for yourself. He always responded with the same phrase, ‘Old habits die hard doll’ so eventually you had just gotten used to him doing it.

He took your hand as you climbed out of the cab and then wrapped his arm around your waist. You walked inside like this and once you reached your apartment, you started to dig through your purse for your key. 

Bucky, standing slightly behind you, grabbed your ass with both of hands, after making sure there was no one in the hallway. You grinned at him over your shoulder.

“I guess I don’t have to keep my hands to myself now” He smirked at you.

“I was hoping that you wouldn’t. If you thought I looked good with this dress on, you should see me with it off” you sang and pulled him into the apartment with you. He moaned and bit down on your shoulder lightly before picking you up and placing you gently on the bed.

He looked down at you with admiration for a moment and then finally spoke. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Now come here” You giggled and began to lift your dress over your head and you pulled him down to you.

Weights & Measures Pt 5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst. Pure Angst.

Word Count: 4.6k+

Triggers: swearing, sex

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I was prepared to love you and never expect anything of you
And there’s no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there ain’t no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake”

-Dry the River

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Final Epilogue

Three Weeks Later

“You need to figure your shit out, Y/N” Tiffany spat. “Because what you’re doing to Jungkook is really unfair”

You couldn’t look her in the eye, “I know. I just don’t want to lose him”

“Y/N, you’re going to lose someone, regardless of who you choose. And Yoongi is going through with the wedding. He already chose someone else” you know she was trying to talk some sense into you, but her obvious bias was making things hard.

“I know okay! Fuck. You’re making me out to be like some cold-hearted bitch” you spat.

“I’m just being honest with you. Since you’re obviously not being honest with yourself” you were starting to hate these weekly lunches. You had made the mistake of telling Tiffany how you felt about Yoongi and she has been pressuring you to make a decision ever since.

But it was complicated. You loved Jungkook. You really truly did. You could feel it in your bones. It was a sure thing. But Yoongi. Yoongi slipped through the cracks. Filling in the spaces of your thoughts. Always thinking about what could have been. What could have happened if you had just chased after him. But now, he was engaged to someone else. Someone who would probably make him happier than you.

You hadn’t stopped dreaming about him. Almost every single night the two of you showed up on the beach. Each time you got to hold onto him for a little bit longer. But in the end, he always disappeared. Each time you would wake up next to Jungkook feeling guilty. Feeling like your subconscious had betrayed you.

The snapping of fingers in front of your face brought you back to reality. Tiffany wasn’t amused. “Did you hear anything I just said to you?”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry, I spaced out. What were you saying?”

She rolled her eyes, “I was letting you know that your final fitting for your bridesmaid dress is Wednesday afternoon. I need you to be at the tailor’s at noon”

“Okay” you said.

Tiffany sighed, “I know I’ve been riding your ass lately, but I’m just worried about you. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt”

You took a deep breath, “I know”

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The Secret (part 1)

This series is going to have different pov’s almost every part so don’t get confused.lol. This is my first time publicly posting anything like this so don’t kill me if its bad.

Also if you like it let me know so I can post a part 2.

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Ethan’s POV

We just finished unpacking the truck with all of Bryants photo equipment and started setting out to find the perfect spot. Half way through the shoot we found ourselves standing in the middle of the field freezing our asses off due to the cold December weather in Jersey while Bryant snapped photos of Gray in different poses. I was leaning against my truck watching when my phone started vibrating, pulling it out of my pocket it read my moms name, worried I picked it up right away. She knew we were shooting so she wouldn’t disturb us unless it was important.

“Hey ma what’s up?” Only it wasnt my mom’s voice that came through the phone.

“E its me, don’t say anything until I finish and don’t tell gray anything until you guys finish shooting because I know he’ll be distracted the whole time and want to come home. I would of called from my own phone but its broken right now. I tried calling Grayson earlier but he didn’t answer and your mom just told me about the photoshoot so I called you. Im at the house right now, stuff happened and ill tell you guys about it when you get here. Im fine, we’re fine, its just been a long day.”

I heard y/n sigh on the other line knowing something must have really went down. She was usually a very upbeat person and always matched me and grays hyped vibes, but all the happiness seemed to be gone from her voice.

Are you sure you’re okay?

No.” A dry laugh left her mouth. “But I need to be. Just tell gray to call me when you guys are on the way back. I gotta go im going to the store with Cam. Ill see you later love you, bye.”

Before I could say bye back she hung up. Moving the phone away from my ear and looking back at gray he was still focused on the camera that was clicking away. A few snaps later and Bryant said he was satisfied with what he got and that we can move on to me. Putting my phone back into my pocket I walked over to them.

“Who was on the phone?” Gray asked while fixing his jacket trying to stay warm.

“Oh… uh, mom did. She said she was going to the store with Cam.”

Man I hated lying to gray but I was going to tell him when we were heading home like I was told.

“She called to say she was going to the store. Weird but okay, is she getting us anything?”

He wasnt looking at me but instead he was too busy with his phone which was good in my case because I didn’t want to have to make eye contact with him and lie to his face. Before I could answer Bryant said he was ready and we moved to our next spot.

*20 minutes later*

Finally in the warmth of the car I sighed in content with the feeling of the heat of full blast. In the corner of my eye I saw gray take a pic and post it on snapchat no doubt updating the fans on the already anticipated photoshoot.

He let out a loud frustrated sigh which caused both me and Bryant to look at him.

“You good gray?” Bryant asked from the back of the car.

“Yeah man its just that y/n hasn’t answered like all day and Im worried but more angry that she’s not answering.” shoving his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans. He ran his fingers through his hair messing it up.

“Oooo whose this y/n?” Bryant teased trying to lighten the mood. Gray and y/n have always kept their relationship extremely lowkey from the beginning but that didn’t stop things from getting out every once and awhile. A few pics have gotten around of them at the airport being all cuddly with eachother or holding hands or even being #relationshipgoals out in public as the fans put it. After a couple months of new photos surfacing everyone just assumed that she was his girlfriend but he has never publicly said anything and no one has really found out y/n’s identity yet so he didn’t feel the need to address it.

As gray briefed Bryant on his relationship with her knowing he could trust him, I remembered I had to tell gray that she was actually waiting for us at home.

“Bro listen, don’t get all worked up like I know you will and get mad at me but y/n’s at the house and has been for like the past hour. She said her phone broke somehow that’s why she hasn’t been answering. She said she tried to call you from moms phone before but you were busy so she called me. They’re both fine she said but something happened I could hear it in her voice.”

“WHAT!? She’s been home and you didn’t tell me. We could of finished early and what do you mean something happened?!”

“Relax. I don’t know she was brief on the phone and hung up fast. She said she was gonna talk to us later.”

“That was HER on the phone before and you didn’t fucking tell me. YOU SAID IT WAS MOM.”

“She told me not to tell you and she was right cause we wouldn’t have finished the shoot.” I said in defense. She was right though. If I had told gray what she told me, we would of have packed everything up and went home. Wasted not only our time but Bryants and we wouldn’t of gotten the pictures we took.

Pulling out his phone again he tapped rapidly at the screen before putting it up to his ear. I heard him inhale a breath as if he was just about to say something but was cut off before he could.

Taking a quick glance at him before looking back at the road I saw that his entire body language changed and he was alot more relax. With the phone still pressed to his ear he sighed and leaned back into the seat more and closed his eyes.

“Okay, I love you too.” Hanging up the phone he didn’t say anything to me and just started out the window. I knew that y/n had to of talk to him because she was the only one who could deal with his angry moods and actually calm him down. Before we knew it we were pulling into the drive way.

Grayson hoped out of the car and broke out into a run towards the front door leaving me and Bryant with all the equipment to carry in.

“Is he always like that?” Bryant joked stepping out of the car.

“With only y/n, but you have no idea.”

Until It’s Gone - Ch.6

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: mild language, hunting vibes, protective Winchesters (yay!)

Word Count: 1,880

A/N: This is the sixth chapter in my newest ongoing series. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for being my letter checkers and fellow fangirls :) My writing soulmate and sole sister…life wouldn’t be the same without you. There’s a good bit more Dean in this chapter, and it ends with a bang. We’re going hunting… Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

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Sam felt Y/N slowly slip out of his arms in the morning, but he kept his eyes shut and remained motionless to feign sleep. He heard her make her way to the bathroom and close the door behind her before the sound of running water reached his ears. Sam smiled to himself. Y/N always took a shower in the mornings. It was a habit that had been lovingly picked at and teased over when she’d lived in the bunker.

Sam got dressed for the day and made up the bed before going to the kitchen to search for breakfast. Y/N joined him a few minutes later, her cheeks still flushed from her shower and her hair pulled back into a neat braid. He noticed her attire and set down the second half of the bagel he had been working on.

“Y/N… why are you dressed to go hunting?” It was her lace up, waterproof boots that gave it away. She always and only wore them on hunts.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Poor Hunk getting a nosebleed in training? Shiro wants to help but the blood gives him memories?

(Note: Warning for descriptions of blood and for violence)


It was a face of their reality that sometimes there was blood in training.  After all, it wasn’t useful if they weren’t learning the skills they needed and the ability to perform them in realistic circumstances.  Everyone had ended up cut and bruised and scuffed up, because it was better to get that way on the Castle and heal it up than in the field where it could kill someone.

That didn’t mean Shiro liked it.  He didn’t exactly enjoy getting smacked around cleaning up cuts at the end of the day, and it was worse to see it on his team.  But it was a necessary evil, and Shiro was at peace with that.

Usually.

Some days it all felt a little more pointless.  Like when the training bot reeled back for a punch and slammed Hunk in the nose with its metal elbow, and he went down in a heap.

“You alright there?” Shiro called, not stopping training quite yet.  Normally they all just popped back up and got back into the game, no serious harm done.

Today, when Hunk sat up, the bottom half of his face was covered in blood.  “Yeah,” he replied, but then groaned and covered his face.

Oh boy.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Emma! Not sure if this is study related but I'm in uni and have a really tough time getting to bed early - I find all ways to procrastinate going to bed until its 2 or 3 am and its ruining my life and ability to study! Any advice?

Hellooo! This is me too haha! I’m obsessed with the Most Popular Girls in School on YouTube and I end up watching episode after episode :’-)

When I was writing for The Academic Zine, I did an article about sleep hygiene and some tip on getting yours on track. I’ll copy and paste it below so you can have a read!

1. Plan your ideal sleep routine. The first step to improving your sleep hygiene is to make a plan. While a few early nights can get you started, fixing your sleep hygiene will not be instantaneous. If your internal body clock is out-of-sync such that you only feel tired at midnight, getting sleep is bound to be a tough process. We suggest making small and manageable goals.

Start by setting a goal, such as getting ready for bed half an hour earlier or reading a book instead of checking your Tumblr. Make adjusting your sleep pattern more enticing by tracking and monitoring it. Downloadable phone applications help gamify your attempts to improve your sleep patterns, giving you more motivation. They offer information including your movements during the night, how your day affected your sleep, and the progress you’ve made. If you don’t want to use your phone while you sleep, make a habit tracker. We all know the pleasure of crossing off another day of the month that you managed to stick to a new habit.

2. Turn your room into a sleep sanctuary. In order to sleep comfortably, it is important to make your bedroom a calming environment.  Avoid studying in your bedroom or at least on the bed. Constantly using the bed for studying will weaken your brain’s association between being in bed and sleeping and instead associate it with working. Make the effort to use a desk or another room for studying so when your eyelids are drooping, you can go to your room, remove yourself from any stresses you’ve had, and take time to relax and recharge.

Get your sanctuary started by adjusting the light, temperature, and noise level. Use curtains or black-out blinds to make the room completely dark. If there is unavoidable light, you can try using a sleep mask. As the seasons change, it is natural to kick off the sheets or wrap up extra snuggly. However, if waking up because of temperature is a regular occurrence, take that as a sign to make a change. Try adding or removing a blanket, change your type of pajamas, and/or place a heater in the room on a low heat setting.

3. Prepare for the next day. As a student, I know how it feels to be tossing and turning because you’re worried about the next day. The easiest way to calm a racing mind is by preparing for the day ahead before going to bed. Small ways to prepare include organizing your bag, charging your phone, laptop, or tablet, and updating your planner or bullet journal.

4. Take time to relax before bed. After a stressful day or long study session, getting into a relaxed and calm mood is the best way to prepare your mind for sleeping. Taking the time to destress can help to reduce the feeling of anxiety by detaching your mind from the events of the day. You can try reading, journaling, drawing, doing yoga, or taking a warm shower. Make it a habit to put a relaxing activity at the end of your to-do list so you can finish the day on a positive note. Finding an activity that helps focus your attention, calm your mind, and that you enjoy can be perfect for a bedtime routine.

5. Things to avoid. Right before your head hits the pillow, it is best to avoid things like using your computer or phone for extended periods of time and consuming any substances like caffeine or alcohol. While it is always tempting to watch just one more episode of your favorite show before going to bed, the screen can make you feel more awake. The time gap between exposure to light and your bedtime impacts the melatonin in your body, which is the chemical that signals drowsiness and makes you feel tired.

6. Exercise during the day. Exercise is not only good for your mental and physical health but also your sleep quality. Studies have shown that people who exercise the recommended amount per week had significantly higher quality of sleep, felt more energized during the day, and had improved concentration when they did feel tired. Make the effort to have at least 150 minutes of exercise during the week. Try taking a walk, going to the gym, or joining an exercise class. It is best to finish any strenuous physical activity a few hours prior to going to bed. If you exercise before sleeping, any energy you didn’t direct towards the workout will keep you feeling alert rather than sleepy. Light activity such as yoga or mediation is recommended as a late night workout.

7. The art of napping. Napping was one of the best parts of childhood, right? Now it seems when you accidentally fall asleep you feel worse than you did before. That’s because you’re either not napping for long enough or waking up during the deepest part of the sleeping cycle. How much is the right amount?

  • 1- 5 minutes (micro naps): great for having a small boost of energy and stopping that sleepy feeling.
  • 10-20 minutes (power naps): enhances alertness and concentration, elevates mood, and sharpens motor skills. Coffee takes 20 to 30 minute to take effect so if you want to boost alertness, have a cup before napping.
  • 45 minutes: helps to boost energy, creative thinking and boosts sensory processing.  Try setting an alarm to avoid the feeling of sleep inertia, grogginess, and disorientation which comes with the next phase of sleep.
  • 90 minutes: clear your mind, improve memory recall, and recoup lost sleep. By waking up after 90 minutes you’ll avoid the feeling of sleep inertia as you wake up from REM sleep.

8. Hack your sleep. Technology can make your sleep pattern more enticing by tracking your progress. Numerous apps available from the App Store or Play Store offer ways to see how your body responds through each phase of the sleep cycle. Try Sleep Cycle, Sleep Genius, or SleepBot. If you own a FitBit, try wearing it to bed. The app can set sleep goals, set an alarm, and track your sleep quality. Sleep calculators are also available (e.g. http://sleepyti.me) and allow you to nap without worrying about feeling groggy afterwards.

9. Avoid making a habit of all nighters. It is best to limit the number of times you are staying up all night even if it seems the only way to meet a deadline. Try using different time management methods – such as the Pomodoro technique – to avoid staying up all night. Making a habit of all night working sessions can, over time, decrease your concentration and result in poorer long term memory. If sacrificing sleep is the only way to meet a deadline, it is best to do it right. Try these tips:

  • top up your energy – take a nap, stretch a little, or drink a coffee.
  • eat protein – when you’re working hard, your body needs something to burn. Despite the tastiness of carbs, they store energy for later and can make you sleepier in the long term. Try including meat in your evening meal, or snacking on nuts and seeds.
  • move around – make an effort to take a break every now and then. Get up, stretch, move around, and reinvigorate yourself with energy.
  • music – keep yourself alert with some tunes. Instrumental songs or movie soundtracks often promote productivity and focus. If you’re feeling sleepy, put on your favorite song and have a silent sing along to get you back in the mood!
  • remove all distractions – if you’re texting a friend, watching a TV show, or checking your Facebook whilst attempting to finish a task, you’re wasting time. Having 20 minutes of concentration, followed by a 5-minute break, will be more effective than pausing every few minutes to reply to a message. If you use the Pomodoro technique, you can utilize your breaks to do this.
  • focus on one thing at a time – keep your concentration there until it’s done or it’s time to take a break. Multitasking when it is late will reduce your attentiveness to one task and could therefore reduce the quality of your work.
  • work at a desk – as aforementioned, avoid making a habit of using your bed for work. All-nighters are probably most comfortable in bed but after continuous use you’ll feel instantly more sleepy and unproductive as your brain is associating your bed with sleeping and relaxing. If you have a desk you can use during a late night work session, be sure to use it.
  • reward yourself the next day – after pulling an all nighter you need to recentralize your internal body clock. If you’re feeling tired, make an effort to go to sleep slightly earlier. Try taking a few hours to relax and do something you enjoy.

10. Stop mourning your mornings. Not everyone is a morning person, especially if you’re waking up super early. Setting a motivational routine can improve your morning mood. Set an alarm that doesn’t interrupt your sleep cycle. Sleep Cycle, as mentioned previously, wakes you up when your body is most alert which means the feeling of sleep inertia is reduced. When you get up, take two minutes to stretch. Allowing your body to stretch out after a long night sleep helps to rejuvenate our ligaments and release any tension in our joints. Washing your face with cold water or taking a shower help to make you fresh awake and fresh. Whether you eat straight away or get ready, make an effort to maintain your routine.

I hope this helps! :-) xx

Obsessive - Part 1

The reader has OCD and the only person who truly understands her is Juice because they share similar problems.

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)
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You pulled up to the clubhouse as the clock inside your car read 8:13.
“Shit,” you sighed, you were late again.
Bobby was going to be upset with you. As much as he understood that your OCD was not a cakewalk and that you try your hardest to keep up with a normal schedule, it was hard some days when your… quirks… got the best of you. This morning it took you 20 tries just to get your hair in a ponytail that felt right and when you walked out of the bathroom into your living room, your picture frames seemed out of place so you had to spend 30 minutes adjusting them until they were just right, and then another 20 minutes trying to reason out in your head how your photos could have gotten moved. It was frustrating, sometimes you felt all alone inside your own head. You tried not letting it bother you but if something wasn’t right your head screamed at you until you fixed it, retried, did over again. You were honestly surprised you were only 13 minutes late today, that was a new record. You only hoped Bobby realized you were trying.

You thought back to when you were a child, you weren’t born a Morrow, but you were raised one. You’d heard the story at least a thousand times: Clay pulling up to the garage with a 9 month old in his arms, while Jackson, 11 years old at the time, watched from afar. The club had busted up a drug/porn ring that turned into a shootout. After seeing the squalor you were being brought up in, Clay took you away to raise as his own with the help of his loving new bride, Gemma. She wasn’t your birth mother but she was the only mother you ever knew and you loved her and your father, Clay, dearly. When you first started exhibiting signs of odd behavior, they had you evaluated and it was determined that you had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Your family and the club were extremely supportive of you, finding the balance between supporting your disability and also not treating you differently. They helped you with homework, kept you safe, watched you grow, put you through college, and now they were employing you to use your accounting degree to help with their books. Your OCD wasn’t always a burden in that regard, you had an immaculate understanding of numbers and an attention to detail that rivaled Da Vinci; even as a new hire, Bobby needed your help crunching numbers sometimes. Despite your lack of blood ties to the MC, you were never treated as anything less than family and you were so grateful. You shuddered thinking of what your life would’ve been had Clay and the guys not found you and rescued you 22 years ago.

You looked at yourself in your rearview mirror before stepping out of the car and bracing yourself for an ass-chewing. You walked into the clubhouse to find Bobby sitting at the bar, poring over notebooks with his glasses on.
You sighed, walking over to him at taking a seat, “Sorry I’m late, something felt weird this morning, my photos were out of place…” you trailed off.
Bobby looked up, pulling off his glasses and gazing at you, “S'ok, (Y/N). You’re here now,” he patted your leg, “I’m working on TM’s books, wanna grab the SAMCRO ones in the chapel?”
You nodded and jogged to the safe, opening it and grabbing the binders out of it and locking it back behind you, grimacing. It didn’t feel right. You unlocked it again, placing them back, relocking it, and then unlocking it again and so on, two more times until you finally felt okay and you were able to retrieve the binders and bring them to sit next to Bobby.

You were both staring down at the numbers, making notes and typing on your calculators when the clubhouse door opened and the one and only person that you truly felt understood you came striding in. Juice Ortiz had taken you under his wing the minute he arrived in California and got word of your condition. He too had obsessive compulsive tendencies, but had gone undiagnosed for so long that he self medicated with weed and booze. Regardless of his abnormal coping mechanisms, Juice always went to bat for you, defending you when the club started questioning your value and wondering if it would be better to stick you behind the bar and have someone else train under Bobby to keep up with the books.

 Your gaze shifted up to watch the muscular Puerto Rican man walk over to you, leaning against the bar, “Hey (Y/N). Good morning,” he spoke with a smile, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your cheek. A friendly gesture to him, but it meant much more to you. Ever since you found out that Juice understood your day-to-day struggles you couldn’t keep your mind off of him. Your dad keyed in to your crush on Juice years ago and told you right away that the two of you together would be trouble, and in a way you agreed. You knew Juice didn’t even see you, not like that, he looked at you and saw Jax’s sister, Clay and Gemma’s daughter, but that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about that cute goofy smile, those nice muscular arms, his soft calming voice.
  
“Good morning, Juice,” you smiled shyly, looking away and back to your work.

“How’s your morning?” he asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Its been weird, actually–” you began but were interrupted.

“(Y/N) was telling me earlier how she thinks someone is moving her pictures around in her apartment,” Bobby chuckled, never looking up from his notebook. He knew you had a crush on his younger friend, too. It seemed the only person who didn’t know was Juice himself, actually.

“Really?” Juice knitted his eyebrows together, looking at you concerned.
You sighed, embarrassed, “Yeah… it took me forever to get them right this morning,” you looked down.

“I can come over once I’m done working today and put up some cameras if you want?” Juice offered and you felt your heart begin to pound out of your chest at the thought of him being inside your apartment. You gulped, looking back up to meet his eyes, “That would make me sleep better,” you half-smiled, nodding.

Juice smiled back at you and patted your shoulder, “Alright. I’ll grab the stuff I need today. Just text me when you’re going home and I will meet you there.”
Juice stood up and walked across the bar through the back of the building and you took a deep breath, letting it out when you were sure he was gone.
Bobby finally looked up at you and studied your blushed-red cheeks as he began to chuckle, “He has no idea you like him darlin’. Your secret is safe with me,” he said winking at you.

You attempted to refocus on your work but all you could think about was seeing Juice outside of TM tonight as the butterflies in your stomach danced crazily.

you outshine the morning sun, my son

obligatory bit of captain cobra while cleaning out cs wips folder. obligatory hamilton reference. obligatory baby jones. i couldn’t stop myself.


Henry Mills, to be honest, was tired of the crying.

Yes, he was a fifteen-year-old who was just now experiencing the pain of a baby sibling—Roland didn’t count; the child was walking and talking completely normally by the time they met—but he was still terribly annoyed.

Liam was adorable. According to his moms, he looked like Henry himself as a baby. Henry didn’t really see it; Liam looked exactly like Killian except with hair of a lighter brown, more like his. According to Regina, Liam was a much better baby than Henry—she said it with a reminiscent smile just tinged with pain and remembrance.

But good heavens, Liam cried so much.

He spent as much time over at Regina’s as he could, but really he needed to see Emma too. So every now and then he suffered through a night or two of a screaming six pounds of young infant.

He read to the kid as much as he could, since Killian claimed that the boy sometimes actually slept a few hours at night after said story. Therefore, Henry tried to be decent and take Liam off Emma and Killian’s hands for a while so they could get a modicum of sleep. He held the kid in one arm—after Killian showing him how to not drop the wiggling child—and flipped the pages in the book.

He could have sworn that Liam preferred the tale of Charles and Leia without being told that the two were his parents.

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