will be interesting, and sad, but also wonderful celebrating her life.
I think everything, the kind of legacy she left. She’s gone too soon, but we can see everything that she did do, and kind of have joy in that.” —Daisy Ridley about the loss of dear departed Carrie Fisher.
A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD
The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.
“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.
A/N: This is my first reader insert. This is also the first smut that I’ve done on here so bear with me. I also feel like the story line was all over the place, so I apologize in advance. Also, I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes as I’ve procrastinated really hard on this, starting this in like early April and not finishing it until 1:30 in the morning today, and I am way too tired to proof read.
How do you deal with having a crush on the hottest girl in the office? Be a complete asshole and ignore her all the time, of course.
Admittedly not my best decision, but it’s kept me from fucking her in front our co-workers, so that’s something, right? And I can’t help it. It’s not my fault that she could literally be wearing a paper bag and I’d still get a hard on. The way her jeans hug her curves and the shirts that make her look sophisticated, yet sexy at the same time. Or when she wears these cute little sun-dresses and sandals that make her legs look amazing. It can make any man fall to his knees. And to make matters worse, I was her supervisor.
Ab-Soul: I’m Soulo, take a photo, blowin do-do in a dojo Kendrick Lamar:We a green light, you a no go Hey Q go! Schoolboy Q:No, Rock go! Jay Rock:I'ma rock though, like Barack though, and my eyes low and I drive slow like Paul Wall Schoolboy Q: Give it back though, I got y'all Ab-Soul: Nah fuck that, I'mma ball hog Kendrick Lamar: No fuck that, they gon’ fall off Schoolboy Q:Gotta sawed off, I'mma hop out, let it all off, hop back in, then haul off Kendrick Lamar: We situated, we hit the pavement so hard we all got ground to play with Ab-Soul: A challenger is like, last year calendars Jay Rock: Yup, you’re all outdated Kendrick Lamar: We all amazing, you all can hate it, you can live or die that’s your ultimatum, married to the game at the alter wasted, a pound of white rice on the tribe of asians Schoolboy Q:Niggas they’ll ride for me, bitches they desire me and what’s the one thing they hate most? Jay Rock:sayin’ bye to me!
Bucky x Reader, Fucking them bend over a big and high bed (so her feet don’t even touch the ground)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Language, unprotected sex (wear condoms), oral sex female recieving), 1 NSFW gif
A/N: So sorry I haven’t posted much today, It’s my birthday so I’ve been trying to finish this story, and spend time with my family. I haven’t had time to post ‘Tasha Tuesday stories today, but I’ll post some on Thursday to make up for lack of content today! Thanks so much for understanding!
As the early morning rays of the sun peek their way into my room, I slowly open my eyes. I’m usually up and about before the sun rises, but this seemed like a special enough occasion to sleep in.
Turning to face the warm body lying next to me, I admire his handsome face. Strong jaw, stubbly chin, and long thick eyelashes lay against his cheeks, as he is still asleep.
Bucky had had another nightmare last night, and snuck his way into my room. He does this when he has night terrors, he says he can only sleep in peace when someone is next to him. Reaching forward, I push some strands of hair out of his face. He stirs, pursing his lips and squeezing his eyes shut. A groan escapes his lips as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me towards his warm body. I try not to squeal, I don’t want to wake him. The man doesn’t get enough sleep as it is. He groans into my ear, and presses his lower body into my backside. A deep blush covers my face, burying my face in my pillow.
The whole bullshit about not knowing what customers are going through can rot in a hole. What about us?
“Your apron is filthy! You need to go home and wash it now!!” She had the most disgusted face. My shift moved me off the floor before I snapped because oh yes ill just go home to the damn tent I was living in at the time. My family got to do laundry once a month. That woman can go Fuck right the hell off god damn it.
“Smile! Its so early, you have a bright day ahead of you!!” :DDDDD
This, at about 6am, just seven hours after all three of my brothers had been crushed between two cars by a drunk driver. My phone was dead, I had no way to get to where my family was staying, I had no idea if my brothers were even alive at this point. And I had to force a smile through tears and a complete and utter deadness on the inside? On no sleep, and working three jobs during that time? Burn in hell.
When I was a customer during those times I was so fucking polite to everyone. Honestly I wasn’t really feeling much of anything but the fact that my god damned life depended on customers being happy with my service? No, not okay. Working customer service during the worst years of my life really fucking damaged me. It’ll damage anyone, really.
I guess I’m just a much bigger bitch now. That’s okay. And my brothers are (mostly) fine. One has a limp, and the other had his legs crushed, and we live in an apartment now, so…
I might make an offhanded comment to a regular about it or someone will hear me talking about it and they’re completely flabbergasted o had been homeless. It always pissed me off. I can not believe people didn’t notice the bags under my eyes, my short temper, the low drawl I had from exhaustion. Yeah, there’s a reason I’m always there, buddy, its cause I literally had no where else to go.
Hey kiddos, if y'all are going through something, keep fighting. Poverty, or illness, disability or shit even just college. Whatever it is. Those customers, and your shitty managers? They can Fuck right off. Please just keep yourselves safe, and know that someone out there is rooting for you
Seth Rollins/OC: You and Seth are best friends, and decide to go out for drinks with some of the others on the roster. After a few drinks, the girls dare you to give him a lapdance. It turns into just hot, dirty grinding, and Seth has to take you back to his room. Smut. Requested by anon
This was an older request that I finally finished, not a newer one. I have like, fifty thousand others started just not finished yet, so bear with me. They’ll get done, it’s just taking some time.