longest-week

I’m so anxious for the finale, I do not know what to do with myself. This week has felt like the longest week ever. I literally haven’t been able to function at work, all my thoughts going to Bellarke. Now that it’s here, I almost don’t want to watch it in fear of just flat out dying from excitement and worry.

Originally posted by bublegummonkey

Runaway Groom

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings:
Smut
Summary: Bucky goes missing before the wedding.
A/N: This is based off this post, after I read it I just couldn’t get it out of my head and had to write it. Come let me know what you think!
Word count : 1,348

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You nervously flatten the soft white fabric of your dress, taking a shaky breath. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you fix a stray hair and adjust your dress. “You look beautiful, Y/N” Natasha’s hands are cold on the warmed skin of your shoulders. You smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. “Barnes is a lucky guy” she says sincerely, her beautiful eyes locked on yours.

You cant help but shake your head and a small laugh escapes your mouth before you speak “pretty sure, I’m the lucky one Tasha”.

“You’re both lucky-” she moves a curl of your hair back in place “-to find such perfect love in this world” she smiles but you notice the sadness behind her words.

Turning around you take her into your arms, a strong loving embrace. Clearing your throat of the tears you murmur “I wonder how Bucky is doing” laughter dancing in your words. 


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Seven Days

Summary: This is for @saxxxology ‘s June Writing Challenge. Sam and the reader get involved in a dirty talk competition. So much smut ensues.

Warning: smut, orgasm delay, use of ice, SO MUCH DIRTY TALK

Word Count: 7200 (Not sorry at all)

A/N: This one got away from me. I hope that’s a good thing. @oriona75 @withoutaplease @blushingsamgirl @spectaculacular-sammy @thinkwritexpress @aprofoundbondwithdean

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Kissing Contest

Shawn Mendes 
Words: 1,000 
Note: Basically I saw ^^^ and ended up writing this in about an hour. I changed it a bit, but I think it came out okay? This is kinda collage Mendes, so woo! 
Also, if someone can send me that photo of Shawn in glasses and blue shirt, pls do so! I’ve been trying to find it for at least 10 minutes :D 

“Who’s ready for some kissing!” Some guy standing on a picnic table yelled through a megaphone. The crowed of students cheered loudly, all seeming way too excited for this stupid contest.

“The rules are simple! We start on the dong! Whoever can smooch the longest gets a one week couple’s holiday!” A chorus of oooo’s spread around the group. One of my friends rolled her eyes and mimicked the sound, making me laugh,

“Just remember lips only! And only couples are permitted!” Megaphone guy turned to a very red-faced guy at the front of the crowed, giving him a knowing look. Red-face stumbled back, trying to escape from the taunting laughter of his friends.  

“Can I get some music please!” After a few seconds of minor technical difficulties and some muffled words, the intro to Eye of the Tiger blasted out through some Iphone dock someone must have brought along. Okay, this shit was getting way too cheesy now.

“How can you sit and watch this?” I asked the friend who managed to talk me into coming along. While I didn’t attend this school, a lot of my friends did, so it was unusual for me to get dragged to things like Halloween parties, or random beer chugging festivals like that one time.

“Don’t worry, it gets better.” She had to yell over the music to be heard, “Last year this one girl went nuts because her boyfriend was making out with some other girl. They won though, so I guess it wasn’t too bad.”

I flashed her a look as if to ask ‘why the hell am I friends with you?’, but she didn’t seem to notice as the crowed began counting down.

“10!” 

The group broke up as people rushed around trying to find significant others, or just random people to make out with.

“9!” 

Standing up, I quickly began collecting my things, hoping to escape before it was too late.

“8!” 

Shoving my notebook in my backpack, I shouted a ‘see you later’ to my friends who all looked a bit disappointed that I was leaving so soon. One even grabbed my arm, trying to slow me down.

“7!” 

Laughing, I managed to free my arm and waved them bye as I began rushing down the path.

“6!” 

I weaved in and out of the crowed, almost hitting into a couple who seemed to be getting a head start.

“5!” 

Someone called my name. At first I thought it was one of my friends running after me because I forgot something. But when I turned around I was met with a very handsome guy running towards me. He looked vaguely familiar, and he was wearing a burgundy sweatshirt with the universities initials on it, so the fact that he knew my name wasn’t all that creepy.

“4!” 

He was suddenly stood in front of me.

“Kiss me.” He breathed out through pants. I knew his voice from somewhere. Then it clicked. His name was Shawn…Something. He worked at the coffee shop me and my friends sometimes go to study in. He would always smile when I walked in, Well, he seemed like the kind of person to smile at anyone, but he always gives me a slightly bigger piece of brownie, so that’s got to count for something.  

“3!”

My heart began pounding at a thousand miles an hour. I stared at him with wide eyes as I tried to process what he just said, “Wait, what?”

“2!”

“Will you kiss me?” He asked again, jumping from foot to foot, pushing his glasses up his nose as he anxiously awaited my answer. And while this probably wasn’t the time to admit it, but it was cute.

“1!” 

Although I knew I could say no, I panicked and nodded my head.

A loud gong echoed through the air. Dropping our backpacks, Shawn was quick to close the distance between us, his hands grabbing my face softly as he pulled me cover to meet his lips. Things were very awkward at first. We didn’t know which direction to turn out heads, so our noses were constantly bumping into each other. Then his glasses kept getting in the way. And I didn’t know what to do with my hands, leaving them dangling at my side for a good few minutes until I finally placed them on his waist, gripping onto his jumper a bit too tightly.

But damn this boy had great lips. They were just so soft and plushy, and I don’t know what he did to them, but they were sort of sweet. It was like kissing a marshmallow and I was totally 100% okay with that.

We managed to sneak a quick break so Shawn could take off his bloody glasses off, shoving them in his back pocket. But then we were back together, just as Megaphone guy walked by, staring us down. The dude turned to me and winked, and I tried to stay focused on the guy I was sucking faces with, but the smile he was wearing was way too big for my liking.

“Fucking creep.” Shawn mumbled under his breath, just loud enough so I could hear, wrapping his arms around my waist tighter. The dude soon moved alone, probably going to find a more interesting couple to stare at.

The kiss started to drag on, feeling more like hours since we started. At some point the couple next to use must have got caught out, and I was trying so hard not to laugh at their stupid argument.

I broke when the girl next to us mentioned something about her boyfriend reading gay smut. This time our break was a lot more noticeable, catching the attention of one of the other judges and I knew we were out once and for all.

“I’m so sorry.” I apologised, still trying to reign in my giggles. The couple shot me a dirty look before the girl huffed and stomped away, the guy chancing after her.

Shawn smiled down at me, his lips all red and puffy from the kiss, “It’s okay. I didn’t really care about the prize anyway.”

Okay, now I was even more confused, “Then why did you ask me to kiss you?”

His face burned a bright red as he looked down at his shoes, “I thought it would be a good way of asking you out.”

God, he was cute.

Leaning up, I pressed a kiss against his hot cheek.

“So, want to go get some coffee?”

rcmclachlan  asked:

14 - things you said after you kissed me

when yuuri steps off the plane back in st. petersburg after nationals, victor runs toward him in arrivals and sweeps him up into the most theatric, passionate kiss.  by the time they part, the sun has set and risen, winter has faded into spring, a crowd roughly the size of the entire village of hasetsu has gathered to watch.

“that was the longest week of my life,” victor says.  yuuri’s swollen lips are so tempting he has to go back in for another, shorter, chaste kiss.  “i’ve been starving for you.  i thought i was going to wither away.  i almost forgot how you tasted.”

“you taste like home,” yuuri says softly.  victor hasn’t shaved in two days and is already getting a Depression Beard, which has left the skin around yuuri’s face red and raw.

“you two are disgusting!” yuri yells from across the airport, where he’s hauling ass away from the both of them, parting the crowd like the red sea. “i’m never coming to help pick you up from the airport again! i’m going to go bleach out my eyes and ears!” 

Ouch (Connor McDavid)

Anonymous said:

hey I think #34 would be really funny with connor mcdavid but if the reader was the one who broke something??

#34: “You broke what?!?” - “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”

Word count: 983

Warnings: Mentions of being in a hospital

Originally posted by mttymrts


“You’re joking.” You say to the doctor standing in front of you. He shakes his head and points to the x-ray.

“I’m afraid not, Ms. (Y/L/N). You broke your ankle clean through.” You let out a groan.

“You’re not going to have to cast it or anything, are you?” The doctor gives you a stern look.

“What part of ‘you broke your ankle clean through’ leads you to believe we might just be able to put it in a boot?” You sigh and take out your phone.

“That means I’m gonna have to tell Connor.” You say seriously.

“Sorry?” The doctor asks.

“My boyfriend. He always tells me I’m going to break a bone doing something stupid, and guess what I did?”

“You broke your ankle by-”

“I tried to step around the cat and she tripped me.” You mutter. “You’re absolutely positive we have to cast it?” The doctor looks at you sympathetically.

“I’m afraid so. If it will make your boyfriend feel better, I’ve had people break bones doing things much more stupid than trying to step over a cat.” You smile slightly. “A technician will be in soon to cast your ankle, alright?”

“Thank you, Doctor.” The doctor nods before leaving the room, muttering something about ‘those damn kids on hoverboards.’ You glance at the time on your phone.

12:30.

That meant that Connor and his teammates were just getting into the locker room after practice.

“Better now than later.” You say to yourself as you find Connor’s contact. Pressing the ‘call’ button, you bring the phone up to your ear and start nervously chewing on a nail.

“Don’t pick up, don’t pick up, don’t pick up.” You chant to yourself. Unfortunately, the gods don’t care about your pleas.

“(Y/N)? Hey, what’s up?” You let out a nervous laugh.

“Are you sitting down?” You ask.

“Uh, yeah? Is everything okay, babe?”

“Well, you know how you always joke that I’m going to break a bone doing something stupid?” Connor falls silent for some of the longest seconds of your week.

“You didn’t.” He says, deadly calm.

“To be fair though, it was the cat that broke my ankle. Blame her.”

You broke what?” Connor yells.

“My ankle.” You say quietly. “But don’t worry, I’m okay!” Connor lets out a dry laugh.

“You’re ‘okay?’ (Y/N), you’re sitting in the E.R. with a broken ankle! Does it hurt?” He asks.

“Not really. They gave me some pain meds, so I’m good now.” Connor groans.

“(Y/N)!”

“Please don’t be mad at me!” You plead.

“What?”

“I didn’t mean to break my ankle!”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I’m sitting in the hospital with a broken ankle.” You say meekly.

“How could I ever be mad at you? It’s just a broken bone, sweetheart. The only thing that matters to me is that you’re okay. Which hospital are you at? I’m leaving right now.” You quickly give him the name of the hospital. You can hear Connor explaining the situation to his teammates who all wish you a faint ‘get well’ from over the phone. Connor stays on the line with you while he drives to the hospital.

“How was pract-ow!” You’re cut off by a sudden stab of pain coursing through your leg. The technician, lightly applying the plaster to your leg, smiles apologetically at you.

“Sorry darling. Are you going to need more meds?” You shake your head, your lips pressed into a thin line.

“I’m fine.” You grimace.

“(Y/N)? Hey, are you okay?” Connor’s asking you over the phone. You nod before realizing that he can’t see you.

“Oh, I’m just fine. This feels like rolling around with a bunch of kittens.” You say, sarcasm dripping from your words.

“I think that’s the wrong situation for you to be in right now.”

“Oh, ha ha.” You laugh. Connor lets you know that he’s walking into the hospital and you hang up the phone, knowing you’ll hear him soon enough.

You were absolutely right. No less than two minutes after hanging up you hear footsteps running down the hall.

“That’s my boyfriend.” You smile and whisper to the technician, who gives you an understanding nod.

“(Y/N)!” Connor throws open the heavy door, rushing to your side. He kisses your forehead and stares at your half-wrapped foot. “Oh, God, I was so worried about you.” He moans. You laugh and reach a hand up to his face.

“I’m fine, really! The doctor said it was a clean break. No surgery!” You say brightly. Connor, however, is already onto the next subject.

“I am seriously not letting you off of the couch for-how long does she have to be in this thing?” He asks the technician.

“Six weeks.” He replies, eyes never leaving the task at hand.

“Six weeks.” Connor finishes.

“Unfortunately, we both have jobs. It’s not like I lost a limb!” You contest.

“Please, (Y/N), let me be that overprotective boyfriend, just this once?” He looks at you pleadingly. You, always the stubborn one, think for a moment before sighing.

“Fine. But I don’t want you to-ow!” You cry out again as you can feel the bone being set into place. Connor grabs your hand and lets you squeeze his hand as hard as you need to.

After the cast is done being set, Connor elects to save the trip by picking up you and your crutches.

“Connor!” You protest as he swings you into his arms.

“Pretty sure you agreed to let me be overprotective, (Y/N).” Connor grins down at you as he walks towards the car. You huff and elect to just be silent instead of arguing. If there was one good thing that came out of breaking your ankle, you think, it’s that you broke it while dating the most loyal guy in the world.

CEO: Part Five. [smut]

A/N; I told you I hadn’t forgotten about you all. Hope you enjoy the new chapter! Enjoy lovelies! xoxo

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,536

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Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four. 

Originally posted by blogfandomimaginesstuff

Derek sat on your couch, poring over the file as you hurried to your board. “Peter Hale?” You asked him, your brow quirked as you looked for the name. “He’s not on the board?” You turned back to him, his chest rising and falling with laughter. He looked down, avoiding your gaze as he calmed down, his lips still curled into a grin as he looked at you. “What’s so funny?” You asked and he shook his head yet again. “You and Stiles really are a perfect match.” You felt your body run hot, a blush rolling across your cheeks as Derek went back to looking through the file. “Thanks Derek, I’ll call Cupid, see if he owes me any favors?” You scowled, your arms crossed tightly against your chest, clutching your ribs as you felt vulnerable.  

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Come Home To Me

Here’s another part in “Our Girl”

Read “Movie Night”
Read Between The Sheets
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Read Trust

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1017

A/N: This is an open series. You can request things for it at any time. It’ll probably be open for a while, so request away!
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         You were alone. The feeling of being alone was worse than most anything you could go through. There were times that you felt alone when you were around people. But this was real. The bunker was empty. And you hated it.

           Sam and Dean had forbidden you to go with them on this hunt. For some reason, they couldn’t face the thought of you being there when they faced demons and angels at the same time. You, on the other hand, were a mess. You were terrified for them. And all you could think about was the idea that they might not come home to you.

           It had been a week. The longest week of your life. You had spoken to both Sam and Dean on occasion. But it wasn’t enough. And the conversations never really gave you much comfort that they were safe. You just wanted them home.

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I Want You

Throw back to the very first fic I wrote and posted on the old blog!


Originally posted by reidmeright

After what felt like the longest week ever you we’re ready to let lose, and thankfully the rest of the team was on the same page. Morgan convinced everyone to meet him at some new club that was opening up this weekend. You quickly showered, threw on the first black dress you found, shoes to match. You finished doing your make up just as the doorbell ring.

 Spencer had agreed to pick you up, he said it was so you could drink as many margaritas as you wanted, but you knew behind the consideration was the truth; that he didn’t want to go alone. He wasn’t into these kinds of gatherings but you were hoping he would at least have some fun.  

“Hey you made it on time” you opened the door; he gave you a small wave. He was already tense standing by your door. You grabbed your bag, and keys and rushed out.

The place was crowded, how Morgan got you guys in was a miracle. Everyone was sitting around a table on the second floor.

“Morgan, who do you know that got us in here” you said excited as you hugged everyone. Penelope handed you a huge glass of some pretty mixed drink before moving over enough space for you and Spencer. “I know people, people know me” he said with a big smile on his face. 

Everyone was socializing, it wasn’t long before Morgan found some girls to flirt with, JJ and Emily we’re on the dance floor, Penelope and Rossi went to the bar. “You sure you don’t want anything to drink Spence?” you came back with two drinks, neither of them for him. “No, no thank you” he didn’t look present, his mind was somewhere else, far away from here. 

“Did you want to dance?” you shot up a smile at the genius sitting next to you “No, I’m sorry I’m really not into this” before you could say anything Spencer headed for the door.

“Spence?” you walked through the doors of the club looking all around for the genius who was pacing back and forth. His eyes wouldn’t leave the ground as you walked up to him. “Hey are you okay?” he refused to look at you. “I suck at this, I’m awful at this”

“At going to clubs?”

“No, being around people, talking to people, I look weird, I feel even weirder, I don’t belong in there, everyone can see that”

“No that’s not true, you’re with us, your friends, me, you belong here”

His warm brown eyes met yours, “You’re amazing Spence, you’re smart, and caring, loving, and all those people can’t see that by just looking at you, but I can, and I do constantly, all the time.”

Before you could finish your sentence Spencer had thrown his arms around you, holding you tightly.

“Let’s ditch everyone, come home with me,” you said once he finally let go of you.

You shot Penelope a text letting her know you weren’t feeling very well, so Spencer had to take you home.

You turned on the lights to the living room, dropping your coat on the couch. Spencer walked slowly behind you as you made your way to the kitchen. “You know I found that in most cases, wine will make anything better” you poured two glasses and handed him one.

“I hate seeing you like this Spence, you’re amazing, I wish you could see your self through my eyes, you wouldn’t ever doubt your self again” he smiled looking down at his glass of wine.

“You don’t have to do that”

“Do what?”

“Lie, just to make me feel better”

“I’m not lying, Spence I love you and –“

“You love me,” he blurted out loud.

“Yeah I love you—“ his lips abruptly met yours, before you could even think about how to react, your kissed him back, passionately.

Time stood still as your wrapped your hands around his hair, this felt so perfect. He brushed the hair our of your face “You make everything better.”


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anonymous asked:

Can you recall your longest art slump?

I’ve been pretty lucky in terms of art slump duration- I think my longest one lasted a week.  The interesting thing about art slumps, I’ve noticed, is that I’m usually a bit better at drawing after I get back into it (though obviously I need a few hours to warm up whereas I’d only need 30 min or so on a normal day).  It’s got something to do with the art side of my brain still functioning even when I’m not drawing, which allows me to internalize aspects of reality and nice art (Maybe it’s a placebo?)

When you get into art slumps (even ones that last months), don’t worry.  If you can, do your best to get back into drawing- even a few small pencil sketches a day will make you feel astronomically better.  If you can’t, no biggie, just focus on admiring good art and keeping a close eye on the people/settings/objects around you.  When you do get back into drawing, you’ll be thanking yourself for it.

You Were Always On My Mind

Tag Requests: @locke-writes @yourtropegirl @miamorbarba


It had been the longest week of your life. You wanted nothing more than to just go home to your boyfriend and collapse on the couch. Packing up the last of your things, you said goodbye to the people still milling around the office and went outside to catch a cab. 

You hadn’t been able to see much of Rafael the past couple weeks due to a large caseload and your crazy schedule. Most of the time you were in bed by the time he got home and he was gone by the time you woke up. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but sometimes you weren’t sure if he felt the same way.

You figured he would still be at the office finishing up paperwork. You sent him a text asking if you could just do pizza for dinner and what time he’d be home as you opened the door. You went straight to the bedroom to change when you realized you weren’t the only one in the apartment. Your phone buzzed and you opened it as you turned back towards the kitchen. 

I had something else in mind.

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