the only thing i like on my body is my feet

Visited, or Visitors? (a weird college story)

So this is my own Weird College Shit story and requires some set up. I had my first year of college in 2009-10, and I spent it at a tiny school in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farms. The nearest major city was about three hours drive away. The small town I lived in was literally built around the college. My apartment was to the east of school grounds, and my high school best friend (we’ll call her Elise) was in the dorms on the opposite side of campus.

Elise was heavily involved in the drama department. I was in the improv troupe, but my depression and social anxiety meant I was more of an outlier than a “true” drama kid at the college. (They tended to devote all their time and energy to whatever play was happening at the given time and I just… couldn’t.) As a result, while Elise was invited to every drama department-hosted get together in existence, I only found out when she asked if I wanted to go along.

It was Halloween and while most of the college students were at a huge party being held at an apartment as far from campus as possible in this Nowheresville of a town, one of the seniors in the drama department had rented out the black box theatre for the night. Dress code was 1920s and 1940s, and they’d hired a few members of the school’s junior jazz band for live music.

Elise forgot to tell me until the day of the party. As a result, while her hair and make up were perfect and she was dressed in a pretty, beaded and fringed dress from a play she’d done in junior high, along with a faux fur coat borrowed from the props department for the occasion, I had nothing era-appropriate. I ended up going in my clubbing clothes - a mini black dress, a leather jacket, skull-print stockings, and my knee-high, PVC bitch boots. (The heavy jewelry and black lipstick was just a required addition at that point.)

Please keep in mind that neither of us had anything to drink that night, so everything that happened hereafter was while we were both stone cold sober.

We arrived late, only to find we weren’t really welcome. Everyone was acting… off. (We found out later that one of Elise’s “friends” had been spreading ugly rumors about her, jealous that Elise had gotten a part for which they had both tried out.) When we approached folks to say hello, they were polite but talked over any of our attempts to join in their conversations. It was awkward and uncomfortable, and at the time we had no clue why, which was aggravating. Despite the party going to till 2 AM, the pair of us decided to call it a night after half an hour, heading back to Elise’s around 11 PM.

Despite never talking about it,  the deal whenever we went somewhere late was always that I would get Elise back to her dorm room, then call her as soon as I got to my apartment. (Neither of us had a car, and of us two I was the paranoid one who carried a knife and pepper spray, and had no problem telling people who were creeping me out to fuck off or being willing to actually dial the local police dispatch number if my instincts started screaming.)

We were walking through the middle of the deserted campus on the way to Elise’s, when we passed the bell tower. (Just to clarify, the “tower” is actually three open blocks built of bricks, the first one five-by-five across, and the same in height. Each block was progressively smaller, stacked on top of one another with four clocks set into the sides of the top block, all showing the same time.) What caught my attention was the three people sitting in the open space underneath. They seemed about our age, but I didn’t recognize any of them. Two guys and one girl, all wearing beanies, light coats, and flip flops despite the cold. (It was low-30s Fahrenheit, or 0-2° C.)

One of them had a bongo drum. He was keeping a beat, while the other two traded lines of improvised poetry.

I slowed down enough to figure out what they were saying. Elise was shivering, but I was wearing more layers than her so I didn’t feel the chill as strongly. Before I knew what I was doing, I’d plopped myself down beside the trio and pulled Elise onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her to keep her warm.

I nodded to the last person to speak - the girl. The three of them were staring at us, but eventually she repeated the last line she’d said, and I responded with a new line.

We went back and forth, from me to the girl to me to the boy, and around again. Bongo Guy started to up the speed of his beat pattern with each turn. I can’t repeat a single line from the entire time now, and only have a distant memory of feeling lightheaded and high. (A few days later when I asked Elise about it, she told me our words were about the moon and old gods and eternity vs the human life span. She said she’d been surprised and caught up in the whole thing until she didn’t care that she was freezing her ass off.)

This went on until the bell above us started to chime the time - 12 AM. I was suddenly aware of how bad Elise was trembling from the night air, and the cold I’d been ignoring came creeping up my body. I finished a pair of rhyming lines as I stood and helped Elise to her feet, then gave the trio a little bow. (I was in a traveling Shakespeare troupe in high school. You don’t finish a verse of poetry without a bow. It’s Just Not Done.) I wished them “a lovely All Hallow’s” and goodnight. They nodded and stayed seated.

I got Elise to her dorm then headed for my apartment. On the way, I passed by the bell tower again. The three people were no longer there.

No names were exchanged that night, and in the two semesters Elise and I were at the school, neither of us saw them on campus or in the town before we left the school.

My favorite part about the whole thing is that from my perspective, these three modern beatniks were strange and possibly magic. But from their point of view, what did me and Elise seem like? Two girls you don’t recognize (one wearing a flapper dress, and one looking like she just walked out of a 90s goth club) invite themselves into your poetry circle on Halloween, three days before a full moon. One of them matches you, line for line, for nearly an hour. And as soon as the clock strikes Midnight, they leave. You never see them again.

-tornthorn

“Buried” (Chapter Nine)

Whoo! Two Chapters in One Day! Lots happens in this chapter. The guys finally kiss, Steve is a total BAMF and Tony is as well. Language Warning– I have used the f-bomb like sprinkles on a cake here so heads up! Share the love and like and reblog for me, and say lots of nice things!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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Day Four

Tony was barely paying attention to where he was walking, too exhausted from the constant hiking and from a restless night to attempt any conversation, much less keep track of every step he was taking.

Neither one of them had slept well, all too aware of the way their interactions were deepening, of how every word exchanged seemed to be laced with extra meaning and a world of hurt. Steve had been out of line, calling out Tony’s actions the way he had, and Tony had been out of line calling him heartless, insinuating that Steve didn’t care about the murdered students.

Both of them had said awful things, and now it was fragile between them, each waiting to be broken all over again by a wrong word or harshly phrased sentence. Or maybe— both waiting for the other to say something about how Steve didn’t have nightmares when he slept next to Tony, or about the apologies and which ones were the right ones.

But neither of them said anything, so they both just kept walking.

Steve, who hadn’t hardly shown any signs of slowing down this entire time, was walking with his head down, feet dragging. Tony, who had reached his breaking point yesterday but was still somehow trudging on, was doing even worse.

So when Steve stopped abruptly, Tony didn’t notice and ran right into him.

“Damn it, why–”

“Hush.” Steve clapped a hand over his mouth and pushed him deeper into the forest, behind a thick stand of trees. “Just wait.”

“Steve–”

Hush!” He snapped, and kept his hand over Tony’s mouth as he peered through the trees as best he could. “We found them.”

“The village?” Tony mumbled against his hand and Steve shook his head.

“The other mercenaries.” Very carefully he released Tony, and waved him forward, ducking down to make themselves as small as possible as they crept closer to the edge of the hill and looked over the cliff face. “They are making camp close to the village so they can spot us whether we come from the forest, the river or the road.”

“Christ.” Tony swore under his breath, adrenaline pumping, fatigue forgotten now as they stared down at maybe a dozen men milling around a rudimentary camp site. All held automatic rifles, dressed in the same all black uniform that Rumlow and Mike had been in.

“Are these all your men?” Tony hissed and Steve shook his head, getting even lower and crawling on his belly to get a better view.

“No, the standard black uniform is pretty common, especially with security teams. This way they blend in. People expect to see us around every once in awhile because of the dig site.”

“Lovely.” Tony stared down at the men for a few minutes, before tensing and elbowing Steve. “Look.”

Rumlow stepped from one of the tents and every line of Steve’s body stiffened. “That bastard.” he growled. “I’m gonna destroy him.”

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Aries: I envy you. I envy your courage, your stupidity and your childishness. Maybe you’re asking “Why?” Well, wouldn’t it be beautiful if we were all children at heart, like you? Like seeing things so horrible yet still making corny jokes? Like telling your feelings, like running until your feet hurt? Like purity, like innocence mixed with knowledge? You have experienced the world, you have experienced life. And yet, you still stand here. Brave and tall. As if to say “I am not afraid of life. I am not afraid to live.”

Taurus: I will always associate you with flowers and colours. With lilies and roses and blood oranges. I will always associate you with fruit and red-green-yellow. We will speak in colours, talk in words others won’t understand. With red-grey sand and blue-green eyes. An encouraging nod, a hug with clasping hands. Words left unspoken simply ‘cause they were never meant to be said, they were meant to be. They were meant to be. Plucking petals like a grade schooler playing games about love. Holding a magnifying glass over your head, and I could not find a flaw. I just saw you. I saw you.

Gemini: While you drink in the melodies of everyone’s laughter. The ghosts find a new home inside your body. A facade of performance, masking out true emotions. While the hallways turn vacant and your ghosts shut the doors. The voices leave the room empty, the emptiness in your chest weighing like a brick worth thousands of golden bricks. I cannot put a price on your heart, I don’t know its colours. I don’t know its voice. Or the three albums you have on repeat over the summer, or the songs you dance to at night. Simply because you are you, unique, mysterious and beautiful.

Cancer: You are a puzzle and I am not your missing peace, I don’t own it. But you do. You make up your own being. Maybe you left it in your back pocket, next to the shattered dreams or under the pillars you build when you were eight years old. The ones you made to put your broken home on, searching for stability in broken mirrors. I will linger in my map of you and I swear that even when I get back it leads back to you. It always leads back to you. To that little house with orange paint on the walls from ten years ago. With the nicotine sticking to a once white ceiling and some kind of animals running around. The dusty photographs will still stand on the desk. You will still sit on that one spot, with teary eyes and crossed legs. And you will still be beautiful.

Leo: I could never describe your beauty. Your beauty cannot be multiplied, it can only be remembered, treasured, envied, appreciated or regretted. And by remembered I mean that when you feel like you are just another extra in someone’s life that they will mention you to their parents during dinner. They will talk about your shining personality and sparkling eyes. By treasured I am talking about that “the one” experience which you deserve. A treasure filled with all things unique and irreplaceable. One that’s filled with happiness. By envied I am talking about the eyes you do not see, or do not wish to see. Or don’t notice. You stand out in a crowd, especially when you don’t think you are. By appreciated I am talking about the ones who see your true you, your tangled hair and cracked lips. The ones who still stay even through the bad times. By regretted I am talking about the people who did not see your beauty until you blossomed. I understand why you find cocoons beautiful now, and how you like caterpillars just as much as butterflies.

Virgo: Snow litters on untouched skin. Sun rains through the cracks of the darkness even where you hide. I could hear you talking every day. Forever. With delicate fingers and blushed cheeks. Your hair untamed and your fingers bruised to the bone. Delicately logical. The edges of the leafs of oak trees remind me of your way of thinking. The overhang reminds me of your mind. Which casts shadows over the villagers in the houses you build where colourless souls reside. You are so often in debate with your own head, at war with your own body. Never at peace, always restless. Always asking, “but why?” I don’t know. You like it, don’t you? Parading around in your own world? Sweet little soul in a world full of pain.

Libra: The bell of the church echoed through your head a little longer than it should’ve. It never was nice. We never played nice. We talked until our lips were dry and I stayed home when you were out cold. But memories don’t matter anymore do they darling? In this orchestra of harmonious noises where you are the leader of everything nothing can hurt you. I don’t know, I don’t know. And goddamnit I know you will try to push everything on yourself again. You always do. That’s just how you work. Why don’t you warm your hands on your own body for once? You don’t need another person to feel like you’re loved, you only need one. One whole, full, true person.

Scorpio: Everything seems darker these days. Charcoal coloured clouds are a daily thing. And your arms are always covered up along with your legs. Even in the summer the nights don’t seem as enchanting. Not when small bruises shaped like the bumps of your knuckles litter on your thighs. Self destructive lullabies, “I just need a friend, for once in my life.” A desire for someone to stay ripped from your lips. So I stayed by your side wondering, if you wanted me to stay or needed me to stay. Of course I could say you remind me of scarlet blood and bathroom tiles. But you also remind of the river I used to play in when I was nine. You also remind me of the necklace I got when my grandmother passed away. You remind me of memories, the good, the bad, the in-between. You remind me of life. Please keep on living.

Sagittarius: The reason that I didn’t cry when you left was because crying means letting go, or so you said. And I don’t want to let you go. I want you to be a part of me, forever. But I can’t do that, you would rot in the hell hole that is my mind. I can’t put you through more cruelty. I hate how I am the reason you cry on bad nights, do you still wonder if I miss you? I do. I do. I do. Regret was stronger than appreciation. But you’re so fucking strong. Your eyes still shine even when you’re sad. You think no one likes you yet you know that’s not true. You’re the reason I am alive. You let me experience pain, beauty, emotion. You let me live. You’re so much more than enough, sometimes I can’t even handle who you are. You are dazzling. But you could never control your heart, it always wandered over the streets of other people’s bodies.

Capricorn: When the sun sets over mountains and the houses made of glass shatter I will still see your name in the sky in neon lights. The little bugs in our home always wanted to be friends with you. They always say on the tip of your nose with gentle smiles. I never envied you, I wish I treasured you. You are so simplistic and nice. Nice. Too underrated for your own good, no? Aren’t we all. Your hands will still be remembered by those you touched. You always leave some kind of mark that they don’t want to wash off. You have that affect on people. You make them drown their thoughts and hold their breath when you walk into a room. You are an old soul, you know. Why? You just do. Because you’re you. And nothing can change that or the late nights, the slowness or the fastness in your walk doesn’t matter for the right people. They will walk for you until they have blathers on their toes. If they don’t you know what to do.

Aquarius: Swirls of icy wind are always your accomplice. Your cold, and beautiful; like snow. The wires always stick to your senses, they get stuck in between your backbone. They twist around your spine and plug into the back of your brain. You let other people control you like you’re a mindless puppet. I think the wires got the best of you. Whenever you speak your mind it says something beautiful and unique. You are original, not ordinary. I am sorry they teach you that being unique is bad and that you have to fit into this ‘ordinary’ world as an ‘ordinary’ person. Nothing is ordinary about you, not even your name. Your name says who you are as a person, if someone asks me to define you I will simply say your name, the definition of your personality is your name. Because your name is unique and so is your personality. Don’t let other people control you.

Pisces: The imaginary butterflies with the raven black wings told me about you. They tell me that your head is in a universe they have never seen, with all things beautiful and all things bad. They see you crying with your knees tugged up sometimes, hands in your hair as you hide beneath sheets of darkness. You write poetry with the blood in the sink and make galaxies with the stars you find inside other people their eyes. A gentle smile always embraces your lips, “So happy, yet so sad” they say. A mask is something you believe is beautiful, but I believe you are beautiful. The real you. Not the you who cautiously walks over this realm of sadness. Your moonlit hair is so silky, your sunlit eyes are so sad. Chin up little soldier.

—  Letters to the zodiac signs

ok so I just finished listening to the howl’s moving castle and it was the GREATEST THING like I don’t even need to gay it up that’s how great it was but then there was the difference in character in howl between the movie and the book and @ibijau said the movie howl is how howl probably think he is which led to the GREATEST IDEA that the movie is how howl tells the story to his kids when sophie isn’t here like

  • other women ??, what other women I have never courted a single other woman than your mom ha ha hhhaaa
  • I was so smooth tbh i was the smoothest tall and handsome
  • ok there was the green slime incident ok but like it was TOTALLY not about another girl not finding me hot enough to drop at my feet n o i was never LIKE THAT
  • btw I saw through sophie’s curse straight away haha
  • oh yeah I think sophie had a sister ??? y e a h i think i remember she was named lettie I remember because I’m very careful about remembering stuff about sophie like the number of her sisters or their name.
  • “oh god, michael was like, a baby at the time. Like. He was probably eight or something.” “I was fifteen” “were you ? im probably thinking of some other child idk maybe it was marco” “there never w… whatever”
  • my room was full of cool shit so much cool shit don’t touch my room
  • oh yeah we… totally befriended the witch of the waste y e a h nobody died or nothing also I did cool stuff to stop a war like cool shit like full body transformation !!! and never into a dog I WOULD NEVER
  • nobody was ginger ever ginger is terrible
  • nobody ever had pink hair either
  • and I NEVER WAS DRUNK A DAY IN MY LIFE I SWEAR
  • family what family ha watchamean i never had a family
  • I NEVER TOOK POSES
  • AND I SEDUCED YOUR MOM ON THE FIRST TIME I MET HER OK BY BEING REALLY COOL AND TOTALLY NOT HOLDING A GUITAR I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO PLAY
  • yeah and yeah I’m the only wizard in the family, yeah sophie does some shady stuff sometimes but. I’m the wizard ok. is she called sorceress sophie ??? no she’s called mommy sophie there’s a reason I’M THE WIZARD OK KIDS
  • I think.. we had a dog… at some point…
  • i never relied on a charmed suit to seduce anyone, ever
  • *sobbing* my beloved teacher never died it was a lie
Hoe Tips: Self Love/Self Confidence

The key to being a boss hoe is loving yourself, and reminding yourself that you👏are👏the👏shit👏. I know this is easier said than done sometimes, so here are some tips to change your self perspective, and honestly to change your life.

1. I know this is going to sound cliche, but eating healthy and exercising does WONDERS. Taking care of yourself physically is a huge aspect of taking care of yourself mentally, as it balances out hormones, produces endorphins, and makes you generally look and feel better.

2. For body confidence: take selfies. Take several. Try out different filters, angles, and lighting and see what you look best in. If you’re comfortable, even take some nudes or lingerie pics to boost your ego. Snapchat has a feature called My Eyes Only where you can passcode protect any pictures you don’t want people seeing to keep all of your selfies and nudes.

3. Cut off people who treat you like shit. Cut off people who aren’t important to you. Cut off people that contribute nothing to geting you where you want to be. Delete numbers, block social media accounts, whatever you have to do. Be civil if you interact with them, but do not let them suck you in.

4. Learn to say no. Say no to things that make you uncomfortable, or things that hurt you, or things that may put the things you work hard for at risk. You are not obligated to do anything that you don’t want to do. Say no, and don’t apologize, because it is your RIGHT to say no.

5. Take yourself on a date. Go for a walk, see a movie, eat at your favorite restaurant/cafe. I like to make a habit of doing this once at least every couple of weeks, for some alone time.

6. If you’re comfortable, or at least willing to try, masturbate. Invest in a sex toy, or rely on your fingers, and go to town. Physical pleasure can do *wonders* for your mood and your self confidence.

7. Do your hair/makeup/wardrobe the👏way👏you👏want👏. Pick out looks that you KNOW flatter you, and invest in more items and styles like it. Toss/donate clothes or items you don’t like, and make sure that the only things in your vanity/closet are things that you know you slay in.

8. Make playlists that make you feel like a boss ass bitch. Beyonce, Rihanna, 5H, Nicki, and Ciara are some personal faves of mine, but any songs that make you feel sexy or in charge will do. Listen to them in the car, during your workout, just laying around, etc.

9. Every month, reserve a day to treat yourself; do some yoga or workout, take an epsom salt bath instead of a shower, soak your feet (warm water+baking soda in a little bucket=super duper soft feet), paint your nails, do your eyebrows, do a face mask, meditate, read a book, knit, draw, paint, go for a walk, get a massage. Develop a monthly routine to have a day for yourself and do whatever it is that makes you feel best.

10. Invest in a freakum dress; everybody needs one outfit (doesn’t even have to be a dress) that you know DAMN well you look fine in. Mine is a black bodycon dress with ribbed sides and black heels, I look and feel like a bad bitch in it. When you feel down, put on ya freakum dress. Look in the mirror, examine your angles, hype yourself tf up because you fuckin slayyy boo

11. Educate yourself. Pick a topic that you want to learn more about (it can be anything, from an artist to a particular science to a sport) and research it. Do one topic per week, and be amazed with how much you learn and absorb. Treating your brain is too often neglected, and being rich in knowledge is the best kind of rich you can be.

12. Keep a journal. Write out what you feel about yourself, what moves you have made to take care of yourself, and what situations you can work on. This will help you keep track of your self love progress, and you can look back at certain steps for motivation.

13. Give yourself something to look forward to each day. Pack a delicious lunch before you go to bed, make plans with a loved one, reserve an hour for your favorite show, lay out your favorite clothes the night before, plan a nap, whatever motivates you to wake up a little happier the next day.

14. Watch ASMR videos or podcasts (you can find them on YouTube). These are videos that focus solely on sounds (wrappers being crinkled, nails being tapped, whispering, etc.), and stimulating your senses. Some get a tingly feeling from listening to specific sounds, others find it easier to relax/focus. It sounds stupid, but it genuinelt changed my life.

15. If you genuinely feel that you need more than just self-help tutorials on Tumblr, do NOT be afraid to seek professional help. There are plenty of affordable, helpful therapists, hotlines, and counselors to assist you in any emotional conflicts that you may be having. It is nothing to be ashamed of, and it is not something to give up on if the first try at therapy doesn’t work out for you. If you feel you need it, please please please, seek help.

16. Quit drinking/smoking/doing drugs if you do any of them. This one should go without saying.

17. Make a bucket list; list places you want to go, things you want to do, concerts you want to see, and start doing them one by one.

18. When you make minor mistakes (a bad grade, a missed play in a sport, an embarrassing moment, etc), use the two minute rule; take two minutes to be upset, assess the situation, establish what you could’ve done differently, and move on. After two minutes, take the issue as a lesson, instead of as a mistake. Learning that you are human, and furthermore mentally establishing how to be a better one, is a HUGE aspect in self love.

19. Know your worth. You are a human being, capable of endless things. You have your own flaws, and your own talents, and your own assets that are unique and individual to YOU. You can wear whatever, sleep with whoever, date whoever, eat whatever, do whatever, as long as you 1) respect legal values and the values of others, and 2) remember your own value. Do not let anyone demean you, because you are more than someone’s critique of you.

That’s all I can think of for now. Love yourselves, babies. I know from personal experience that it’s hard to go from rock bottom to the throne, but I swear with patience and resilience, it can be done. My messages are open for anyone who needs to talk or has any questions. Stay safe, queens💞

Letters To The Zodiac Signs

Aries: I envy you. I envy your courage, your stupidity and your childishness. Maybe you’re asking “Why?” Well, wouldn’t it be beautiful if we were all children at heart, like you? Like seeing things so horrible yet still making corny jokes? Like telling your feelings, like running until your feet hurt? Like purity, like innocence mixed with knowledge? You have experienced the world, you have experienced life. And yet, you still stand here. Brave and tall. As if to say “I am not afraid of life. I am not afraid to live.”

Taurus: I will always associate you with flowers and colours. With lilies and roses and blood oranges. I will always associate you with fruit and red-green-yellow. We will speak in colours, talk in words others won’t understand. With red-grey sand and blue-green eyes. An encouraging nod, a hug with clasping hands. Words left unspoken simply ‘cause they were never meant to be said, they were meant to be. They were meant to be. Plucking petals like a grade schooler playing games about love. Holding a magnifying glass over your head, and I could not find a flaw. I just saw you. I saw you.

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What’s My Name? (Tom Holland Smut)

Originally posted by tom-holla

request: “Hey I loved your Tom smut I was wondering if you would write something where the reader accidentally calls him Peter during sex and is super embarrassed but he’s kind of into it” (requested by anon)

short summary: ^^

length: 1.3k words (sorry it’s kinda shorter than i envisioned tbh :/)

warnings: none it’s p straightforward

A/N: i’m ngl i laughed as I was writing this like this whole concept just busts my chops lol enjoy (also i kept listening to what’s my name as i wrote this hah shoutout to rihanna my queen)


The time that you’d been spending with Tom in New York was everything you dreamed of and more. Having never been to the city before, it was quite the adventure and you were always happy to be with your boyfriend before one of you had to jet off for work or school.

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Strip It Down

A Bucky Barnes AU

Character Pairing: Stripper!Bucky Barnes x Female Stripper!Reader

Word Count: 1,992 (whew, barely made it)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, male and female stripping, strip club scenes, sexual situations/penetration, dirty dancing, language. 

A/N: This is my submission for @bucky-plums-barnes 8,000 Follower Writing Challenge! Gen is amazing and deserves all the love in the world! 

I enjoyed writing Strip It Down WAY too much… I want to continue this…

Prompt: #26. “Well, my normal fee is $500, but seeing that it’s for you, I’m going to need it in advance.” 

The crowd loved Bucky.

Both the men and the women.

You didn’t blame them though. He owned that stage. His last set of the night was always his money maker.

Standing off to the side of the stage you peeked over the edge of the curtain at the screaming women that were vying for his attention. The sea of green bills that pooled around his feet was enough to pay your monthly rent… twice.

The low bass vibrated through the floors as Bucky shed the last piece clothing that was ethically possible. The screams, catcalls and hollers from the crowd drowned out the words to the song. You clutched your robe tighter to your body as you watched him move.

He moved like sex.

He crouched down on his hands and knees, prowling across the stage like a wolf. His hair was falling out of the bun at the back of his head, the loose tendrils framing his face. His back muscles bunched and stretched with each movement. He stopped and pumped his hips in time to the beat. God, to be underneath him and feel those powerful strokes.

Scanning the crowd again, you knew you weren’t the only one in the house tonight thinking that exact same thing.

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Our Little Secret - Part Twelve

Summary: It’s your first hunt back from your injury. Dean thinks he has a way to help you through the soreness

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Kink(s): Wax Play

Word Count: 5000

Warnings: Smut, language, wax, angst

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.

This is unbetaed, all mistakes are my own

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

“Your turn,” Dean hands you the shovel, “I dug the last one.”

“Oh come on Dean,” Sam protests, “she’s had more than a month off, she-”

“She’s standing right here,” you look pointedly at Sam, taking the shovel from Dean, “I got this, you boys just stand there and look pretty.”

Sam rolls his eyes, Dean chuckles, “Do you remember how to do this sweetheart, it’s been awhile.”

“Shut up, even rusty I can dig a grave twice as fast as you,” you can’t help but smile, pushing the point into the ground, taking out the first shovel full of dirt.

“Do you want me to time you?”

You flip him off, continuing to dig as they talk for a bit, discussing the corpse that in a matter of time you will be salting and burning. After about ten inches, another shovel hits the hard ground a few feet from yours and you look up to see Dean there, “You were moving too slow.”

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Fuel to Fire (intro)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f) 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting. 

A/N: This is the introduction to the tattoo-shop AU, a Stucky x reader story that could be compared to my earlier series: Savages. I have no idea where this is going or how long it’s gonna be. I’m just gonna see where it takes me. 

“Buck-.. you think we’re gettin’ boring?” Steve muses, his arms behind his head, relaxing against his pillow as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Steve” Bucky groans, popping up somewhere below Steve’s belt, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “m’Tryin’ to suck your dick here, you mind?”

“I don’t, actually” Steve grins. “I was just thinkin’”

“Yeah. I know” Bucky shuts him up, pinching his husband’s side, earning a yelp in turn. “Stop it and let me suck your pretty cock”

“Baby, c’mon, hold on a minute, okay?” Steve pleads, putting on his best pouting face and big blue eyes.

Bucky groans, rolls off his husband, “Okay, okay. Stop with the eyes already. What’s on your mind?”

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A Sunday Morning with Tom:

Originally posted by sensualkisses

- Tom snoring really loudly and it waking you up earlier than you wanted to

-Being angry about it on the low because you wanted to sleep in but also not because you know at least he’s getting a decent rest after travelling so much

-The little sliver of sunlight that’s peaking through the blinds illuminating his peaceful face

- You just watch him snoring and his whole body expanding with each breath

-Deciding to mess around with him and pinch his nostrils together to see how long it’ll take him to wake up

-After a little while he starts to wake up, swatting his hand at your grip on his nose

-”What ARE you doing?!”

-You start laughing hysterically, gripping your stomach, “I guess you could say I take your breath away Tommy.”

-”That’s bloody hilarious of you, too bad if I had DIED”

-Tom laughing at you laughing because he thinks it’s adorable how much you amuse yourself

-”Isn’t that my sweater love?”

-”It got cold last night, not all of us have abs of steel to keep us warm”

-”Well it’s morning now love, c’mon, give it here”

-”No!”

-”Yes!”

-”NOPE”

-”YES”

-”NUH UH”

-Him pulling you back, so you’re sitting between his legs, and tickling you to get you to give the sweater back 

-”thoMAS! TOM STOP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! I’M GONNA DI- FINE”

- You finally give in and give him the sweater back, and he has a shit eating grin on his face as he slips it over his head, leaving you with just your old t-shirt on

-”Pleased with yourself Thomas?” 

-”I certainly am”

-Him bending down and kissing the top of your head so softly 

-Just taking the time to sit their together for a few moments

-Tom combing his fingers through your hair slowly, because he loves your hair so much, he always has

-Tom tracing the outline of your ear while you close your eyes just to take in his touch

-Him moving his fingers down to your nose, moving his thumb along the bridge because he knows it relaxes you

-”If you keep doing that, I’m going to fall back to sleep”

-”Best we get up then hey darling? Why don’t you go put the kettle on while I make the bed?”

-Going to make coffee then coming back to find him standing on top of the bed holding either corners of the comforter 

-”Have you finished making the bed? The coffee is ready its in the kitch- Tom,  I thought you were going to make the bed? Not jump on it???!”

-”It’s the only way I can make it! I get tuckered out if I keep walking around either side of the bed”

-Just rolling your eyes at him because he’s an actual child

-Making him a runny eggs and toast solider’s because that’s what he asked for because he’s a fucKING CHILD

-”Can you make it really runny please love? You know I like it really runny”

-”Don’t I always Tom”?

-Boiling his stupid child eggs and jumping a little when he creeps his arms around your waist, his face in the nook of your neck, placing sweet pecks on you

-”How do you smell this nice when you’ve just woken up?”

-Bringing his plate of child’s breakfast to him at the dining table and sitting it in front of him, then sitting in his lap 

-”What are you having darling? You have to eat something.”

-”Didn’t I tell you Tommy? We’re sharing” you say as you steal one of his toast soliders

-Kissing his eggy lips with your buttery lips

-”You taste like egg.”

-”You are what you eat”

-FUCKING CHILD

-Getting ready to go out into Kingston for the day and Tom just watching everything you do

-“What’s that love?”

-“It’s rose water spray.”

-“What does it do?”

-“It tones your face.”

-“What does that mean?”

-“It’s kind of like cleansing but different.”

-“…..what’s cleansing?”

-Doing your eyebrows and him paying very close attention to this particular step in your routine

-Tom actually being really impressed by how nicely you shape and fill them 

-”That looks really cool darling.”

-”Thank you Tommy.”

-”I just love how you do anything you do, you’re amazing”

-Getting into Kingston and taking Tessa with you guys, and just walking around looking at the different little shops and market stalls

-Finding a really cute cafe that looks so cosy and not even having to say anything just exchanging a look between one another that says ‘we need to fucking go in here’

-”We should get juices or something Tom, we’ve already had a pot of coffee this morning”

-”But…with great latte comes great responsibility,”

-”Did you just quote yourself misquoting Uncle Ben? I hate you omg”

-Ordering Tom and yourself green juices anyway and him frowning like a CHiLD

-Sitting outside with Tessa curled up in between both of your feet

-”This is nice. A nice Sunday with my two favorite ladies”

-Holding his hand across the table and just talking about every little thing and losing track of time, content with each other’s company

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I just had a good Sunday yesterday so I thought of this and idk lmao, let me know if you like it xx

Teen Wolf Preference

PREFERENCE: YOU GET HURT

(Isaac’s is my favorite, the rest are moderately average lol sorry for this)

P.S. I know you guys like these and I want to do more but you have to understand they take REALLY long to write so some patience would be appreciated. please and thank you. xoxoxo

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

 Scott McCall

I was walking home from Deaton’s animal clinic after my shift when I felt a presence behind me.

“Hello?” I called looking around.

I didn’t hear anything so I continued on my way. Normally I was okay walking home by myself but tonight felt different. I felt a chill run down my spine. I gripped the strap of my bag and picked up my pace. I don’t know why but I couldn’t get over this fear that I was being followed.

“whoever you are leave me alone!” I screamed before sprinting down the alley that would eventually lead to my house.

I was looking back when I tripped over my feet falling to the ground. I hit the ground hard causing the contents of my backpack to spill all over the pavement. I could still feel the presence as I struggled to gather my books. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm causing me to scream.

“y/n hey it’s okay it’s just me!”

I looked up and there was my co-worker and friend Scott McCall. I was relieved to see him.

“Scott?” I questioned looking at him.

“are you okay?” Scott asked helping me up.

“I thought someone was following me.” I admitted looking at the ground.

“here let me help you.” Scott said bending down and helping me pick up my books.

We reached for the same book causing our hands to touch. I quickly pulled mine back and tried to fight the smile that appeared on my face.

“thanks.” I said grabbing the book from him.

“do you uh want me to walk you home?” Scott asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

I couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on my face.

“sure Scott that sounds great.” I said shyly.

The rest of the walk to my house was silent but I definitely felt safer with Scott by my side. We walked up to my porch still not saying anything.

“thanks Scott you really didn’t have to do this.” I said turning to face him with a small smile on my face.

“I know I didn’t but I wanted to.” He said returning the smile.

I reached over and gave Scott a hug. He returned it wrapping his arms around me. He pulled away quickly.

“y/n you’re bleeding.” He said looking at my knee.

I looked down to see my pants were torn and I had a large cut on my knee.

“wow I didn’t even feel this.” I said giggling a little.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” Scott said grabbing my hand and walking in my house.

He brought me to my kitchen and picked me up before sitting me down on top of the counter. He walked over grabbing some paper towels and running them under the water from the sink. He came rolling up my pant leg and pressing the towel to my bleeding knee. I flinched quickly grabbing his hand.

“sorry.” I said letting go.

“It’ll only hurt for a little.” He said walking over and getting a bandage,.

He came back over putting it on the cut. I couldn’t help but admire how sweet he was.

“all better."  He said smiling and standing up.

"thanks.” I said for the third time tonight.

Scott and I just stood there looking at each other until his gaze dropped down to my lips. I felt my heart rate speed up as he slowly leaned in. I met him the rest of the way connecting my lips to his. I could feel him smiling throughout the kiss. He pulled away resting his forehead on mine.

“I’m all better now.” I said not being able to stop the smile on my face.

Originally posted by tweenw

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles and I were both really awkward and clumsy people so when it came to our relationship things usually got really bad really fast. Today was no different. Stiles was supposed to come over to study for the chemistry test but I had a different idea. I was ready to take our relationship to the next level. I knew that Stiles was too shy to bring up the sex talk so I knew I had to be the one to do it. Earlier this week I went to the store and purchased some lingerie, I was currently sitting in my room in the outfit I bought.

“so babe I have a question about page 45 in the textbook.” Stiles said walking in looking down at his chem textbook.

“yes baby?” I said in the most seductive voice I could manage.

Stiles looked up immediately dropping his textbook. I could see his cheeks starting to turn pink.

“uh w-w-what are you doing?” Stiles stuttered looking at my body up and down.

“what do you mean baby?” I purred standing up and walking over to where he was standing.

“uh why are you uh wearing that?” Stiles said gesturing to my outfit.

“you don’t like it?” I asked suddenly feeling insecure.

“no no my gosh I love it, I am just confused.” Stiles said not taking his eyes off my body.

“I was hoping that we could you know take our relationship to the next level.” I said hoping Stiles would catch on.

“what do you mean?” He said swallowing hard.

seriously how dumb could this boy be?

“SEX STILES I’M TALKING ABOUT SEX!” I yelled throwing my arms in the air.

“oh.” Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“just forget about it.” I said gathering my robe and walking to the bathroom.

“no wait.” Stiles called.

He went to run after me but slipped on his textbook. He fell crashing right into me.

“oh my god y/n I’m so sorry.” Stiles said getting off me.

“my arm, I think you broke my arm.” I cried clutching my arm that was slowly turning a deep shade of purple.  

“oh gosh.” Stiles panicked.

He ran over picking me up and taking me to his jeep. I put on clothes while he drove to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. I was seen by Dr. Dunbar my arm was indeed broken. Stiles stood in the waiting room while I was fitted for a cast. He came in later looking distraught. He sat down beside me taking my hand in his.

“wow I’m boyfriend of the year, my girlfriend wants to have sex and I break her arm.” Stiles said looking at me.

I didn’t mean to but I started busting up laughing at the situation causing Stiles to laugh too.

“We are some couple huh.” I said leaning my head on his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Stiles said kissing my forehead

“me either. I love you Stiles.” I said kissing him.

“I love you too baby.” Stiles said when he pulled away.

If just kissing him gave me this feeling I couldn’t wait to know what having sex with him would do to me.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

I was just getting to my last patient of the night. I was completely exhausted from the day but I sucked it up going in to my last patients room. Cora Hale. I felt bad for her, she was just a young girl and she was dying. Doctors couldn’t figure it out either. I was the newest RN here and Cora was my first ever patient so I felt extra sympathy for her. Even worse, her brother Derek was taking it really hard.

“hey Derek.” I said offering him a small smile.

“oh hey.” He said looking up.

Derek was always here, he never left. I had to talk the security guards out of throwing him out on multiple occasions. I felt for him. I lost my little sister in a car accident a while ago so I knew what losing a sibling felt like.

“any changes?” I asked looking at her monitor.

“no, nothing.” He said grabbing her hand.

I took this time to get a good look at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept or eaten in days. I walked over placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Derek, how about you let me take you down to the cafeteria and buy you a coffee?” I offered slightly nervous.

He was an attractive man, someone that a girl like me would probably never have a chance with. He looked between me and Cora like he was debating it.

“She’ll be fine Derek, besides you look like you need some if your going to stay awake.” I said smiling slightly.

He nodded his head while standing up. I checked Cora’s monitor once more before following Derek. As soon as we were out of the room Derek stopped before turning around to look at me.

“thank you.” He said grabbing my small hand in his large one.

I gave him another smile, squeezing his hand.

“no need to thank me Derek, it’s my job. Now let’s go get that coffee!” I said walking.

Derek followed beside me not letting go of my hand. I could feel my heart beat race with each step we took with our hands intertwined. We rounded a corner to be met with a women. She had red eyes, claws and fangs. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I noticed Derek tense from beside me.

“Derek, Derek, Derek I’m sorry about your sister.” the woman said growling at Derek.

Derek dropped my hand, his chest was heaving.

“y/n get out of here.” Derek said in a low voice.

“Derek I can’t leave you.” I said afraid of what this woman was capable of.

“better listen to him sweetheart.” The women snarled again.

“go.” Derek said.

His tone was completely different now, scary almost. I started to back up slowly until I bumped into someone else. I turned around to be met with another creature. This time it was a man with red eyes, claws, and fangs. I did the only logical thing I could think of. I fainted.

………………………………………….

“y/n wake up.” A voice whispered in my ear.

I felt something cold pressed on my forehead causing me to slowly flutter my eyes open. Derek was standing over me pressing a cold rag to my forehead.

“Are you okay?” Derek asked looking concerned.

“please tell me none of that was real.” I said looking at him.

“none of what? We were going to get coffee and you just passed out.” Derek said feeling my forehead.

“oh yeah I knew that.” I said blushing.

I know what I saw. But I dropped it not knowing what else to do. You can’t just tell someone you saw people that looked like animals.

“so still want that coffee?” He asked shyly looking at his hands.

“yeah that’d be great.” I said smiling.

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

Isaac Lahey

I let out another moan as Isaac kissed down my neck. A few more thrusts and we had both finished. Isaac rolled off of me getting up and putting on his underwear. Isaac tossed me my underwear and his t-shirt. I quickly slipped them on and curled back up in my sheets. I took this time to admire my handsome boyfriend.

“what are you staring at?” Isaac asked a little smirk on his face.

“just my perfect werewolf boyfriend.” I answered smirking as well.

Isaac looked down. It was hard for him to accept compliments since his dad pretty much told him he was worthless his whole entire life.

“you don’t mean that.” Isaac said quietly.

“Isaac listen to my heartbeat. you. are. perfect. to. me.” I said slowly.

His smile grew with every word that I spoke.

“come here stay the night.” I said patting the bed beside me.

Isaac smiled crawling in bed beside me. I leaned in to him letting him wrap his arms around me. He kissed my forehead before resting his chin on top of my head.

“I love you Isaac.” I said cuddling closer to him.

“I love you too baby.” Isaac said.

I soon fell asleep listening to the rhythmic patterns of his heart beat. I was awoken to Isaac violently shaking in bed beside me.

“Isaac wake up.” I said shaking him.

“No I don’t want to go in the freezer!” Isaac screamed thrashing some more.

“Isaac please wake up.” I said shaking him some more.

I knew he was abused by his father but I didn’t know how bad it was until now. Isaac shot up, his eyes were golden yellow and he had his claws and fangs extended.

“Isaac.” I said not daring to move.

Isaac looks at me raising his claws.

“Isaac wait no don’t!” I yelled.

 I quickly move my arm to cover my body. He claws my arm leaving five long bleeding gashes. I gasped from the impact falling out of the bed. Isaac gets up still in his wolf form. I think he’s still in his dream.

“Isaac baby please wake up, you don’t want to hurt me I know you don’t.” I cried holding my bleeding arm.

Isaac still walked forward growling at me. I backed up until I hit my bedroom door. He closed the distance wrapping his hands around my throat.

“Isaac.” I gasped trying to pry his hands off my throat.

He still wouldn’t wake up. I started to get light headed quickly I did the last thing  I could think of to wake him up. I took my hand and cupped his cheek, stroking it with my thumb.

“I love you. I love you so much.” I whispered.

Isaacs eyes started to shift back to their beautiful blue color and his grip loosened. Suddenly he dropped me to the ground fully transforming back to himself. I gasped for air relieved I could breath again. I grabbed the sweatshirt on the floor covering my bleeding arm.

“y/n?” Isaac said with tears in his eyes.

He looked at me, my neck no doubt covered in bruises from his fingers, my arm bleeding pretty badly.

“oh god what did I do.” Isaac said looking horrified.

I was scared too. For the first time I was scared of him. He approached me causing me to flinch. He stopped dead in his tracks a heart broken look washing over his face. He let a few more tears fall down his face before running out of my house. I wanted to run after him and tell him everything was okay but I couldn’t make myself move, I was frozen in fear.

Originally posted by dsprayberry

Liam Dunbar

I felt the stare of all the students as I walked down the halls. They knew something was up. Being the girlfriend of Liam Dunbar was dangerous. Lately he was angry and out of control and students were starting to figure out that they didn’t exactly live in the world they once thought they did. Liam was a werewolf  the only one left in school. I walked to my locker which was right beside the boys locker room.

“have you seen Liam lately?” Mason asked coming to stand beside me.

Liam hasn’t talked to me since Brett Talbot died. Liam lost control in front of a bunch of people and was hiding now. Scott promised me that he’d find him and everything would be okay but nothing was okay. Nolan walked past me and Mason glaring.

“just ignore them, I got to head to class but text me if you hear from Liam okay?” Mason said giving me a hug.

I nodded my head turning back to my locker. I felt another presence behind me.

“Mason I haven’t heard from him.” I said turning around, but it wasn’t Mason.

There were a few boys from the lacrosse team. I only recognized two, Nolan and Gabe.

“if you’re looking for Liam I haven’t seen him.” I said quietly.

The boys looked at each other smirking.

“oh we found Liam we were actually looking for you.” Nolan smirked.

Suddenly the boys grabbed me by my arms and legs. I started fighting back kicking and screaming but they quickly pushed me in the boys locker room. All of the other lacrosse team members were holding Liam. He had a bloody nose and busted lip. His eyes got wide when he saw me. The boys dropped me on the floor in front of Liam.

“Liam.” I gasped at the sight of him.

“Let her go.” Liam growled.

“we had it all wrong, we should’ve known you could take us beating you but what about putting a couple bruises on this girlfriend of yours?” Gabe said sadistically.

“don’t please.” Liam begged.

One boy grabbed me by my hair yanking me off the floor. Liam started to breath heavily trying to fight his inner wolf from escaping.

“Liam don’t.” I said not wanting anything to happen to him.

“what are you protecting him from?" Gabe asked getting in my face.

"go to hell.” I spat.

Gabe punched me straight in the face.

“STOP.” Liam growled his breathing becoming even heavier.

“Liam I can take it.” I said not really believing my own words.

Gabe punched me again. I could feel blood trickle down from my nose.

“I SAID STOP.” Liam growled louder now.

I could tell he was seconds away from shifting.

“do something about it." Nolan taunted.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

I never thought I’d be so happy to hear that voice. Coach Finstock came in grabbing Gabe and Nolan by their necks.

“YOU TWO, PRINCIPLES OFFICE NOW!” Coach yelled.

Liam ran over to me. He took his shirt off and held it on my bleeding nose.

“GET OUT ALL OF YOU. I CAN’T STAND TO LOOK AT ANY OF YOU!” Coach yelled ushering the other students out of the room.

Coach came over looking at me and Liam. He patted us on the back before helping us up.

“you shouldn’t have done that. You took a punch for me.” Liam said stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“Liam, I’d do anything for you.” I said honestly.

“I love you.” Liam said leaning in.

“I love you too.” I said before connecting our lips.

Originally posted by longhidden-dreams

Brett Talbot

I was out on the bleachers of Devenford Prep working on homework. I usually spent my free period this way. I wasn’t exactly what you call popular. In fact I was invisible to almost everyone. Seriously google earth couldn’t even find me even if I was dressed up as a ten story building. When people do notice me I usually get bullied. I was about to do another calculus problem when I heard boys yelling. The lacrosse boys came running out on the field.

“oh hey nerd girl, we’re having an extra practice here so you might want to leave.” A popular boy named Jake yelled causing the other boys to laugh.

I looked down feeling my face become red.

“you need all the practice you can get Jake, she could probably own you on this field.” Another boy yelled causing all the players to laugh even louder.

I looked up at the boy who spoke up for me. It was Brett Talbot the most popular boy at Devenford Prep. He was captain of the lacrosse team and every girl at the school wanted him. He looked up at me offering me a small smile. I shyly looked down at my math book.

“She could not!” Jake said getting defensive.

“then you better leave her alone and get to practicing.” Brett said high fiving his team mates.

I couldn’t fight the smile on my face. Brett Talbot stuck up for me. I was a nobody and he stuck up for me. The boys started practicing making it hard to focus on homework. I was on the next problem when a voice yelled.

“y/n watch out!”

I made a mistake looking up. One of the boys lacrosse balls hit me right in the face. I could feel the sting making tears come to my eyes. Some of the boys rushed over crowding me. I started to panic, I wasn’t used to this and I was very uncomfortable.

“guys back up, give her some space.”

The boys dispersed leaving only Brett Talbot standing in front of me.

“are you okay?” Brett asked kneeling in front of me.

I was speechless, literally.

“come on let me take you to the nurse.” Brett said grabbing my arm.

He walked me to the nurses office asking me repeatedly if I was alright. It was really sweet. The nurse gave me an ice pack saying I’d only have a minor bruise on my cheek. I was sitting on the table swinging my feet when someone walked in the room. Surprisingly Brett was still here.

“I told you they still needed practice.” Brett said rubbing the back of his neck.

“yeah the aim was a little off.” I said showing him the bruise on my face.

“does it hurt?” He asked sitting beside me.

It actually hurt a lot but I didn’t want to tell him that.

“uh not to bad.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

Brett sat down beside me grabbing my hand in his. Suddenly my cheek didn’t hurt anymore. It was weird it’s as if he took away my pain I knew that wasn’t possible though.

“I’m really sorry about that.” Brett said looking at me.

“don’t be sorry it wasn’t your fault. Besides you stuck up for me.” I said smiling at me.

“yeah well Jake’s an idiot you aren’t a nerd I wish I was as smart as you, then maybe I wouldn’t be failing calculus.” Brett said looking down at his feet.

“you can’t be failing calculus you’re the best player we have on the team!” I said  looking at him.

“I won’t be if I’m ineligible.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ll tutor you.” I offered.

Brett looked up at me smiling.

“that’s sweet of you but I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you.”

“you aren’t using me, I offered.” I said giving him a smile.

“I’ll make you a deal, you tutor me and I’ll make sure that the lacrosse players leave you alone.” Brett said extending his hand.

“why would you help me?” I questioned honestly wondering why he was trying to help me.

“why wouldn’t I. You’re nice, smart, beautiful.” He said slowly not looking at me.

Wait was thee Brett Talbot nervous?

“you really think that?” I asked perking up.

“I don’t think, I know.” Brett said meeting my eyes.

“then you got a deal.” I said sticking my hand out.

 Brett smiled shaking my hand. I could tell this was the start of something beautiful.

Originally posted by artoftransformations

Theo Raeken

I didn’t expect to fall for the enemy, but I did. I fell hard. Even after he tried to kill me, I still felt the longing to be with him. I was under his spell and I just couldn’t break it.

“maybe we should call Theo.” I offered receiving glares from all of the other pack members.

“Theo? You mean that little lying, murdering psychopath.” Liam said crossing his arms.

“Liam he saved your ass on more than one occasion and he helped us defeat the wild hunt, I mean if we’re being hunted by actual professional killers, another set of claws wouldn’t hurt us.” I defended glaring at the other beta.

I looked to our alpha Scott for guidance. I could tell this was weighing heavily on him. We were losing people and it was killing him. He wanted to save everyone but we were already losing. Satomi’s pack was dead, our pack was next. I was only 18, I didn’t want to die yet. I was born a werewolf, I didn’t get to chose the life I wanted.

“they think you’re killing innocent people. Theo actually did kill innocent people.” Mason said defending Liam.

“but we’re not do my eyes look blue to you.” I said flashing my golden eyes.

“and it doesn’t matter if he did, they’re going to hunt all of us either way.” I added crossing my arms across my chest.

“Scott what do you think?” Liam asked.

Scott looked between me and Liam.

“I think if you can find him y/n, another set of claws would do us good.” Scott said exiting his house followed by a complaining Liam and Mason.

I smiled to myself. Now I just needed to find him. I picked up my phone dialing his number. He didn’t answer, he never did. After the wild hunt, Scott told him that he wasn’t needed anymore. I felt bad for him.  I walked out of his house going to the sheriffs station. Hopefully I’d be able to find some information there. As I was approaching the Sheriffs station, I heard the click of a gun from behind me. I turned around slowly showing my eyes, fangs, and claws.

“easy there.” The guy holding the gun said.

I looked around me to see I was surrounded by a group of men holding loaded guns all pointed at me.

“go ahead pull that trigger.” I growled taunting the men .

The guy smirked before pulling the trigger. I was easily able to dodge his bullet. I ran at the man tackling him to the ground. Another shot at me making my attention turn to him. I ran at him grabbing the barrel of the gun and snapping it. I growled throwing him into a wall. There were so many of them I didn’t see the man approaching behind. He shot the gun hitting me directly making the bullet go in my back and out through my stomach. I clutched the wound dropping to my knees.

“wolfsbane.” I coughed becoming paralyzed.

A man came over bending down to face me.

“we have a special place for monsters like you.” He said before punching me and knocking me out.

“y/n get up.” I heard a faint voice say

“Y/n get up.” the voice said louder now.

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, but I couldn’t move. I was in a dim room chained to a chain link fence. I started to freak out.

“y/n look at me.”

I knew that voice. I looked over to see Theo chained beside me. On my other side was two other werewolves.

“where are we Theo?” I questioned looking around the room.

“you’re in my house now.” A voice said coming in the room.

“Schrader?” I asked looking at the figure.

“the one and only.” He smirked.

“let us go or I’ll.” I started but was quickly cut off.

“or you’ll what, I control you now.” Schrader said walking over to his desk.

That’s when I heard the electricity buzzing and realized what he was doing. He grabbed the dial turning up the voltage. We writhed in pain as he shocked us. The other werewolves beside me started talking earning us more shocking.

“will you guys shut up and let me do the talking!” Theo growled at us.

Theo turned to Schrader giving him a smirk that made me weak at the knees.

“what they let you shock us a little but not do any real damage.” Theo taunted.

I looked at him wide eyed. He might be tough right now, but I just got shot with wolfsbane causing my healing abilities to be a little slow.

“oh you want more.” Schrader asked walking up to Theo.

“No we’re fine, tell him who you killed.” I said to the other werewolves.

“oh yeah I want more.” Theo said growling.

Was he trying to get us killed? Schrader made sure we could see him turning the dial to the max setting. He flicked the switch causing us excruciating pain. I growled feeling the volts sink in to my skin. Theo growled pulling his arms. I realized what he was doing. He broke free tackling Schrader to the ground. He fought with Schrader only shortly before getting the upper hand. He turned the switch off cutting off the flow of electricity. My head drooped signifying how weak I was feeling. Theo came over to me cutting me loose. I fell in his arms.

“Theo if you ever do something that stupid again. I’ll kill you.” I said in between heavy breaths.

“nice to see you too.” He said smiling at me.

“seriously though I will kill you.” I threatened but he could see through my fake attitude.

“you couldn’t kill me, you like me too much.” He smirked cupping my cheek with his hand.

I could feel the blush spread to my cheeks. He leaned down slowly but stopped when someone cleared their throat.

“are you going to get us down?” The girl said.

“I’m still thinking about it.” Theo growled looking at her.

“we’ll finish this later.” He said turning to me and winking.

I never meant to fall for the enemy but I was glad that I did.

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About Sleep Paralysis

It’s been so long since the last post regarding my recurrent nightmares and dreams, and I wish I could have continued without writing another post about it but unfortunately last night I had another weird dream plus sleep paralysis in the morning. I want to keep track of every hallucination I’ve experienced here, so, here it goes:

The first time it happened I was 14 years old, my grandma had just passed away and I was very stressed between school and shit going on with my life. I remember one night that I was sleeping and suddenly I woke up, but I couldn’t move. I opened my eyes only to see the darkness of my room and the wall in front of me. I was very scared and couldn’t move a single muscle. After trying everything else, I decided to scream but no sound would come out of my mouth. Then I heard a voice saying repeatedly saying: “Come with me. I’m here. Come with me”. I panicked and I don’t remember anything else, I think I probably passed out until the next day.

After that, at least two times a week my sleep paralysis would get worse. I would wake up in the middle of the night not moving at all. I could hear voices outside my house and inside my bedroom. I remember being so scared of sleeping, not knowing what was going on. Things moved on like that for a while. 

Everything continued like that until the hallucinations became worse. One night, after graduating high school I had some sort of “astral projection” “lucid dreaming” stuff going on. I remember dreaming of this place with high grass and watching two skinny dying horses. After walking trough a train rail I got to be in some sort of cave formed by green trees with giant roots stepping out of the ground. I saw snakes everywhere, tiny and big, in all sort of shapes and colours. I finally caught a snake with my hands and saw in its eyes. Then I heard a voice saying “We’ll see again”. When the dream was over I woke up in my room, and again, couldn’t move. This time I felt something under my bed crawling and heard another time: “We’ll see again, find me” repeatedly. 

The worst attack of sleep paralysis and hallucinations I can remember came after that. Maybe half a year later after that weird dream. My room was dark and a little bit cold (it was autumn I think). At the time, I was depressed (I suffer from depression since I was 15). The last thing I did conscious was getting in my bed and trying to sleep on my back. After a few moments I remember waking up very fast, like, something hit me and I woke up suddenly. My body was not responding. I could see my hands, my knees, my feet but couldn’t move at all. Then I started “moving”; everything was heavier and that’s when I started hallucinating. I tried to move my legs and I could feel them moving, but I couldn’t see the movement of them. Weirdly though, I could move my head a little, I could see my room and my wall. And then it came, I don’t know from where, but, at the end of my bed I saw a pair of hands, with three large, large and skinny fingers. Something crawled from under my bed and started climbing it. It was a weird, dark creature. It was skinny, like, very, very skinny, you could see his ribs and spine. I could see his arms, like sticks, and then I saw his face. Whatever it was, it was very dark, like a profound black, and had a weird face, like an oval. The thing had no mouth, no fur, no hair nor nose, just two yellow eyes. The eyes were round shaped, like two glowing perfect circles. The creature was crawling and making weird noises, like a voice mixed with a scream and nails passing trough a chalk board. After it crawled onto my bed, he started laughing, quietly, like, when you laugh with your mouth closed. I just remember trying to move, and scream, and then I felt his arms touching my legs. I don’t know why but I started thinking in weird stuff and trying to scream in my mind: “i’m not going with you, you’re not real, you’re not real”.  I must have passed out or something, cause I can’t remember anything after all. I woke up in the morning, sweating and very scared. 

After receiving the visit of that thing fro at least two or three times more I decided to draw it on my notebooks with everything I could remember.

This has been going on with me for at least 6 years now, and time after time it’s getting worse. However, I think i’ll continue writing everything here, after all, I know i’m not alone, although sometimes it feels like that…

P.S: Dear @sixpenceee, hope you reblog this, cause I want to find if more people are suffering the exact same thing with the exact same creatures.

Blurred Vision

Lance usually loved picture day, as a self proclaimed pretty boy it really was his time to shine.
That would be if he hadn’t of loses his contacts that morning and the only glasses he had were a pair of thick black wide frames that made him look like someone dressing up as a dork for Halloween.
He never used to mind wearing glasses, but after he started high school, other people latched onto somthing to tease him about and well… there’s only so many times you can come back and find bi-eyes written across your locker before enough enough.

Lance had hoped to never have to go to school wearing his glasses again, however since he was legally blind without them he didn’t really have much choice.

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“McClain!” Iverson Lance’s hated home room teacher yelled as Lance slipped into the class room “your late!”
“Yeah I had to-”
“No excuses! March to the principles office and hand over those joke glasses this instant!”
Before Lance could protest Iverson had grabbed his glasses and shoved him into the hallway locking the door behind him.
Lance half wanted to just hammer on the door until he was let back in but he was already on thin ice with Iverson… he didn’t need an excuse to be expelled.
Lance sighed as he squinted trying to see to no avail.
“Ok… come on Lancy Lance, you’ve walked down this hallway a million times, you could do it blind folded.” He mumbled to himself as he slowly made his way down the hall.
For a little while everything was going fine, Lance even held his head up high thinking he could do this!
That was until he walked right into someone sending whoever they were flying and Lance stumbling back.
“WHAT THE HELL MY COMPUTER!”
Lance cringed he knew that voice.
It belonged to the scary smart Pidge.
They had joined the school a couple months ago and already had a reputation for ruining the lives of anyone that crossed them.
And Lance had just judging from the blurred pieces on the floor, that their precious computer had been broken.
“Oh… man I’m so sorry.”
“You will be!” Pidge yelled standing up and poking Lance in the chest.
“You think you can purposely bump into me and get away with it!”
Wait…
Oh no they thought it was on purpose!
“H-hang on a second! It was an accident!”
“Please, you were looking right at me!”
Lance felt his heat beat speed up and he took a couple steps back.
“I didn’t see you I swear!”
“Yeah sure you didn’t! I know your type, pretty rich boy who’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter! Well I won’t let you push me around!” Pidge sounded so angry but also a note of pain to their voice…
Had they been bullied too in the past?
“I really didn’t see you!” Lance tried but he doubted they believed him.
He was finding it hard to breath as the familiar sensation of a panic attack came on.
He had to get out of here.
Lance spin on his heals and started to run, he couldn’t see where he was going but at the time he didn’t care.
“LOOK OUT!”
Lance turned his head in the direction of Pidge’s voice as his feet slipped out from under him and the last thing he rembered was staring up at the blurry ceiling and cursing himself for forgetting about the stairs, before suddenly their was pain… then nothing.
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Lance woke up to someone slipping something into his face.
He couldn’t figure out what it was, his whole body felt heavy and like his mind was disconnected from his body.
Lance forced his eyes open only to wince at the intense light above him.
The first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t looking at his bedroom ceiling, also that he could actually see.
Suddenly as Lance tried to move an intense pain throbbing throughout his whole body became known.
He groaned but continued to try and sit up.
“Your awake!”
Lance made a small noise of pain as he moved to look at Pidge a little surprised to see them sitting at the edge of his bed looking worried.
“Y-yeah… what happened?” He asked rubbing his head only to find it bandaged.
“You… you fell down two flights of stairs. Got a pretty bad concussion and maybe a broken rib or two. An ambulance is on its way.” Pidge looked down looking at their hands.
Lance couldn’t understand why he could see then he realised someone must of gotten his glasses…
Was it Pidge.
“I’m sorry.” Lance smiled as he sat up in the bed wincing at the protest from his ribs.
“What! Why?” Pidge asked.
“Broke your computer.” Lance shrugged.
When did he get so tired?
Pidge sighed running a hand through her short messy hair “it wasn’t your fault… I checked out your prescription. Man it’s no wonder you bumped into me. Your like super blind.”
Lance cringed “yeah… still sorry though. Please don’t… don’t hack in and use ‘puter powers to ruin my life.” Lance slurred finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
“Hu?… oh that” Pidge chuckled “they wouldn’t stop misgendering even after I told them I’m gender neutral. I only changed their grades back from what they payed me to do.”
“Oh…”
“Guess we both misjudged eachother?”
“Guess so.” Lance smiled wondering why the world was getting blurry if he was still wearing his glasses.
“Lance?”
Pidge’s voice sounded distant and muffled like he was underwater.
He saw their eyes widen in horror as Lance slumped backwards.
He could see her yelling and a group of people came running in wearing green uniforms pulling a what Lance thought looked like a bed on wheels.
That was a funny thought.
Lance was sure he had only blinked.
But when he opened his eyes again he was lying in a hospital bed with Hunk standing over him.
“Hunk?”
“Oh thanks god Lance!” Hunk yelled hugging him causing Lance to cry out in pain.
“Ribs buddy, ribs!”
Hunk let go sheepishly “sorry… but when I got a call from your mom that you were sent to hospital I was so worried! Why the hell weren’t you wearing your contacts or glasses!”
Lance shrugged “Ivserson confiscated my glasses and I couldn’t find my contacts this morning.”
A look of anger crossed Hunks usually kind features.
Suddenly a thought came to Lance’s mind.
How did Pidge get his glasses back?
“Oh yeah you had a visitor a while ago. They left you a card.” Hunks easy smile returned as he handed over a folded piece of lined paper acting as a crude card.
Lance opened it and chuckled quietly to himself.

'Dear Lance,
Sorry for scaring you to the point of you trying to fly away, don’t do that again or I will use my hacking powers to ruin your life.
-Pidge.
Ps. Don’t worry about Iverson, I tatted him out to Principle Coran. Us four eyes gotta stick together.’

Lance smiled as he placed the card on his bed side table making a mental note to offer to get their computer fixed later on.

Baby Drama

Originally posted by spdrparker

Pairing: dad!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x some Steve Rogers

Prompt: “I’m gonna show you who’s your real daddy.” (#18)

Warnings: none, really !! i mean, bucky gets kinda jealous, but there’s nothing too intense in this (which is surprising) - the use of ‘Daddy’, but in an innocent way, i promise - some sexual reference

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: this is for @bucky-plums-barnes ‘s writing challenge - congrats on 8K, darlin’!!


“Are you sure that you can handle this, Stevie?” Bucky hurriedly questions as he finishes-up tying his tie and stuffs his toothbrush into his duffel bag. He taps the button on the back of his hand and a sort-of covering disguises his metal arm. The device was a gift from Tony Stark, and he only uses it whenever he feels the need to, which is rarely ever. “Because we could always just stay home.”

“Don’t worry, Buck,” Steve chuckles at his nervous friend. “You and Y/N deserve a break. It’s your anniversary, go out, have some fun - live a little,” Steve grins as he sits on the couch near where a very content toddler was fiddling with some crayons. “Emma and I will be just fine. Won’t we, Em?” Steve leans forward and tickles her cheek with his finger, earning a bubbly giggle from the child.

“Bucky, she’ll be fine with Steve,” you say as you slide off one of the stools at the kitchen island, swinging your purse over your shoulder. “C’mere, Emmy,” you coo goofily, crouching down and reaching for the toddler. She plops forward onto her hands and crawls over to you, reaching out with her chubby hand towards you. You pick her up, holding her comfortably in your arms.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for Uncle Stevie?” You giggle at her, bopping her nose.

“M-Mama,” Emma babbles, grabbing at your hair.

“No, no, no,” you wince, dragging her hand away from being able to pull at your hair. “Here, say bye to Daddy,” you give her a big, exaggerated kiss on the cheek before handing her off to Bucky and grabbing your suitcase, heading for the door.

“I’ll miss ya, Emmy,” Bucky gives her an Eskimo kiss, Emma’s childish laughter bouncing through the room. “We’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises, setting her back down on the ground. Bucky walks over to the island and grabs his bag, then meets your at the doorway.

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Title: Arguments & Ice Cream

Summary
Tom and Y/N are arguing a lot since he doesn’t have enough time for her. Therfore she spends more and more time with Harrison, much to Tom’s dislike.

Words: ~ 1800

Mentions of Sex

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I sat on the couch zapping through the channels and letting out a sigh. Grabbing the TV paper, I let myself fall back against the backrest before checking the program. “Tom?”, I called out for my boyfriend but I got no response. “Tom, which movie do you want to watch tonight?”

Still getting no response, I stood up and entered our bedroom. “Tom, where are you?”, my voice was loud, probably loud enough for our neighbours to hear.
“I’m here, darling!”, I heard his voice and turned around, heading for the bathroom. His head popped out of the door frame, his eyes curiously looking at me.

“What’s the matter?”, he wanted to know before I entered the bathroom. And then came the moment I realised he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
There was a moment of silence and a grin on his face while my eyes swiftly gazed over his abs-covered abdomen and I leaned against the door frame.
“Um, I just… eh, I wanted to know which movie we’re going to watch tonight?”, I asked him before my eyes nervously met his. I hated it when I got flustered around him. It’s just that I didn’t expect him to be shirtless!

“I told you I can’t tonight.”, the brunet boy sighed, the smile vanishing from his face.
“What? But it’s movie night…”, I pouted, knowing that he couldn’t resist my puppy face. “I know, I know…”, he breathed, his gaze going to the ground.
“And you didn’t tell me.”, I grumbled before I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“Yes, I did! I got this thing tonight. It’s nothing big but…”, he began before I finished his sentence with an annoyed tone in my voice, “more important than movie night. I get it.”

I lightly pushed myself from the door frame, ready to think about another lonely evening but Tom stood in front of me, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands on his sides before wrapping his arms around me.
The look in his brown eyes was as soft as his hot skin and a few strands fell on his forehead before he spoke up, “I’m gonna take a shower. And I think you should join me.”
An annoyed scoff escaped my lips before his lips collided with mine in a passionate kiss which I couldn’t help but return. I was mad at him! But resisting him was simply impossible…
His lips quickly wandered to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and my face blushed while my body slowly melted into his form.
“It has been weeks…”, he whispered softly, his lips brushing over my ear while his hands caressed my hips. Yeah, somehow we didn’t have a lot of time for that since he’d been busy all the time.

With his teeth grazing over my skin and his hips pressed against mine it was incredibly hard not to moan but I managed to push him away from me slowly, my body instantly aching for his touch. “Tom, you should get ready for your thing.”, I mumbled, noticing disappointment in his eyes.
“Did you just air quote me?”, he scoffed after he completely let go of me, his eyebrows narrowing. “Yeah, I did.”, I shrugged before I headed towards the bedroom. “Whatever…”, I heard him say under his breath, making my mood fall even more.

Laying down on my side of the bed and grabbing the book I was currently reading, I let out I sigh I didn’t know I was holding.
I only heard that Tom was showering but decided to ignore the guilty feeling inside my chest. It wasn’t his fault that he was away so much… but I was so mad in that moment.
Quickly getting lost in the lines of my book, time went by pretty fast and soon my half naked boyfriend entered the room without looking at me and stood in front of the closet.

I glanced over my book, our eyes meeting through the mirror and I quickly turned my attention back to my pages.
But I had to look again, watching his shoulder blades getting covered by a white shirt and his legs by dark pants before he put on a matching jacket. Watching him putting on clothes was at least as entertaining as watching him taking them off.

He hesitated when he wanted to choose a tie, which was always my thing to do. Suddenly he stood in front of the mirror wrapping his tie around his neck and pretty soon I realised that it was my favourite, black tie with the light stripes.
Our eyes met again and I looked at my book again, acting as if nothing had happened.

The tension between us was raising with every second that passed.
“Do you expect me to stay or why are you giving me the silent treatment?”, he suddenly said, turning around to face me.
“I just can’t believe you leave me again. It’s movie night!”, I exclaimed, smashing my book on the nightstand before standing up, “And it’s not the first time you do this. I’m just pissed off that I’m always looking forward to be with you and then you ditch me.”
“I’m not ditching you!”, he objected, his fingers running through his hair, “They want me to be there, so I am there. Y/N, it’s my job. That’s what I do!”
“Yeah, but you just told me that you can’t tonight. You could’ve told me a couple of days ago!”, I grumbled, crossing my arms in front my chest.

“I told you on Wednesday!”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did!”
“NO, YOU DIDN’T!”

A frustrated groan escaped his lips before he turned around and left our bedroom. I followed him, ready to continue our argument but he went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I let myself fall onto the couch, taking a deep breath. We had been arguing a lot lately. And I just wanted things to be easy again…

I was too busy staring at the plant next to the TV that I didn’t notice Tom approaching me from behind. “I’m going to go, now.”, he stated before touching my shoulder lightly.
And it hurt. Not physically but mentally… knowing that he was leaving me again.
“Yeah, have fun without me.”, I mumbled without even looking at him. I heard him sigh. Then he mumbled something under his breath. Then the front door slammed into the frame.

He was gone.
Curling myself into a fetus position, I pulled a blanket over me. The following thirty minutes were filled with self loathing thoughts and there might have been a few tears.

But after I had calmed myself down, I grabbed my phone and called Harrison.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?”, he greeted me happily, immediately answering his phone.
“Hey, Haz… Can you come over?”, I ask, a quiet sniff being audible.
“Yeah, sure! Are you… okay?”, he wanted to know and I shrugged before I realised that he couldn’t see me.
“I’m… it’s just… Tom ditched movie night.”, I replied sadly.
“Again?!”, he mumbled, probably shaking his head.
“Yes, again…He said he had, I quote, a thing tonight… and now I’m bored.”, I explained quietly.
“Okay, I’m on my way.”, he responded and hung up quickly.

Too many minutes later the door bell finally rang and I literally sprinted towards the door but opened it relatively slowly.
“Finally!”, I exclaimed after I saw Harrison smiling at me. “I bought ice cream since you sounded like you could need it.”, he laughed, holding up two cups of Ben & Jerry’s.

“You’re the best!”, I grinned, pulling him into the flat before rushing off into the kitchen to get spoons.
After I went back to the living room I saw that Harrison had placed the cups on the table. “So you wanna talk about it?”, he asked carefully, his eyes looking at me softly.
“No, let’s just watch a movie.”

But half an hour into the movie later, Harrison paused it after I had started telling him about what had happened today. I couldn’t keep all this in. I literally exploded, rambling and rambling.

“And then I said ‘Have fun without me’ and he just left! I mean, why?”, I sighed, taking another spoon of my ice cream, “It’s just… he always hugs me and kisses my cheek before he leaves.”
With my feet laying on his tighs, he drawed circles with his thumb on my shank while I mentally thanked myself for shaving my legs this morning.

Harrison looked at me, sympathy in his eyes and took a deep before he spoke up, “But you have to see it from his perspective, too, you know. You were mad at him… of course he didn’t hug and kiss you. He probably thought that you just wanted him to leave.”
“Yeah, you’re right…”, I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I’m a horrible girlfriend.”
“Hey, I didn’t say that! You’ve been dating for three years now and Tom’s still talking about how perfect you are.”, he claimed, his head tilting towards his shoulder while he looked at me.

I smiled to myself briefly, thinking about Tom saying those words to Harrison. “Yeah, but I’m so selfish and always whiny…”, I drifted off, watching my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt, “And we’ve been arguing a lot lately. Usually we only have these slight variances. And now…”, I sighed deeply before I looked at Harrison again, whose head rested lazily against the pillow tugged between his head and the backrest, listening attentively.
After a few moments of silence I realised that he didn’t know what to say, so I continued, “And we haven’t had sex for 5 weeks now. That’s like… a new record or something.”

Harrison laughed loudly, shaking his head slightly at my open statement.
“But I thought he wanted you to join him in the shower today?”, his eyebrows narrowed while a cheeky smile was on his face and I only shrugged.

“Yeah, but the times before he was either too tired or something. I’m probably so bad…”, I mumbled quietly, lowering my head before a question popped up in my mind and I looked at Harrison with raised eyebrows. “Did he say anything to you?”

Harrison shifted uncomfortably on his seat, stumbling over some incomprehensible words.

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summary: Go where your heart takes you. || hades!bucky x persephone!reader || mythology au

warnings: demeter is introduced and she is a cunt-nugget supreme, falling out between famiy, use of the word whore, and i think that’s it

notes: I know I said I was going to make this a fluffy scene between Y/N and James, but I had to throw some kind of discourse in there somewhere (blame H). I hope you guys like this, sorry for the long wait. Also, I imagine the cottage to look somehwhat like the one in the gif, only a little smaller. 

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POT Dating Tips

1. Always confirm the same day that you guys are meeting. These men have crazy schedules and they can cancel on you same day, best to know before you do your hair & makeup. 

2. Never drive or uber a long distance to meet them. They should offer to come to you and if they don’t they should offer to uber you. I always get ubered to my dates, I never give them my real address obviously but somewhere close that I could walk or a place I could drive to and leave my car. Driving or ubering a far distance because he said he would reimburse you isn’t worth the risk. These men ain’t shit! they will lie to you. Don’t risk being out of gas or money, never worth it. 

3. Always vet them before you meet them, nothing worse than going on POT date to find out he wants to pay you 200 per meeting. ASk questions nothing to invasive but just enough to see if can meet your needs. If you want monthly allowances make sure he’s open to that. IF he wants to do per meet to start, discuss how much. You can obviously negotiate a better price in person, but make sure you guys are in the same range $$$.  Don't’ waste your hair/makeup and a cute outfit on a fuck boy who thinks he’s a sugar daddy. NEVER go on the POT with someone who gives you weird vibes, I mean if he’s weird over the phone he probably won’t be better in person, nothing is worth your safety. 

4. Be cute but comfortable, Opt for the heels that are more comfortable over the ones that may look better with the outfit.  Nothing worst than being out and having your feet hurt the entire time. 

5. Be sexy and alluring without showing too much. I have big boobs so no matter what I wear their gonna show, but I always wear dresses that aren’t  too tight or show that much cleavage. He may want to take you to social events with his colleagues or friends, you don’t want to show up on your first encounter with your boobs out or a dress that barely covers your ass. You want to give off a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets vibe. You don’t have to spend much to look great, Forever 21 or Zara has great dress options that are affordable. Macy’s always has in store sales on shoes ( Got a couple of heels from there), DSW also. A little black dress with some cute heels and some simple accessories can go a long way, ladies. For new sugars, you can spend under 100 bucks buy a cute outfit that you can re-wear to multiple POT dates. Ball on a budget until you can get him to take you, to Saks ;)

6. Knowledge is key! reading book  Ho Tactics and the art of seduction has really stepped my sugar skills up. Body language and confidence is everything! This may sound silly but I practice my faces in the mirror so I can get an idea of what I’m looking like when I say certain things, also what angles i look best in so I know how to tilt my head or smile. You have to mindfuck these to give you everything you want but never had. I always give eye contact it shows that you are really engaged it also turns guys on. I always order martinis or wine because of the way the glass fit in your hand. Eating a  olive off a  toothpick while eye fucking a guy will drive him crazy. Always ask follow up questions, whens he’s going on and on about his job or life, in general, show that your interested make comments be engaging. Also, brush up on current events, I use the SKIMM to help keep me up to date on current events. Be pretty but also cultured.

7. Always choose a high-end restaurant in your area. I usually yelp and look for restaurants with $$$ that has the best reviews, I legit have been to areas in D.C that I wouldn’t have been able to afford or even heard of. Set your standards high and don’t lower them. Don’t ever go out with a guy who thinks going to some cheap chain restaurant is acceptable. Like your makeup shouldn’t cost more than the menu. Gain knowledge on the nicest spots in your area, if he wants to take you somewhere lower end that’s the easiest way to spot a Splenda. If it doesn’t go anywhere at least you got to go to a nice ass restaurant, ate some good ass food, and drank some wine that cost as much your textbooks. Still a win. 

8. If you’re meeting for a quick date such as Starbucks ( which I don’t even recommend, they give me Splenda vibes)  make sure you choose a time when it’s not too pack. You don’t want to walk into a packed Starbucks with the line to door and no seats for your first date it sets an awkward tone. You want to be in a quiet setting where you can discuss the arrangement privately, without random people walking by every minute.  Choose a time after lunch, or later in the evening. 

9.Safety First! Never give out private information, give out fake email address, phone numbers, etc. The only thing I’m truthful about is that I’m a student and my age. Never get into a POT car, or go back to his place. I also send my friends my location so they know where I’m at all times. Also download a safety app, very useful. If a guy gives you weird vibe excuse yourself to the bathroom and call a uber, try to find a different exit and leave his ass. Never meet up in a sketchy area or place. Make sure the place is public and that it is quiet but moderately packed. Never meet up too late in the night, and don't’ over a drink. Overdrinking puts you in a bad head space which can lead to a bad situation that could be unsafe. I have no more than 3 cocktails on date depending on the time we are together. These sites are filled with psychos, be careful !. 

10. Last but not least Never give up the pussy until you get yours. Things happen maybe you drank too much, or he was really cute so the chemistry was there but it is never a good idea to sleep with POT before the arrangement has been hashed out.  This is not normal dating and he is not your bf. Unless he’s paying your bills, tuition, rent or aiding your makeup addiction why does he deserve pussy???? Always get your first, these men will fuck and dip out never to be seen again. GIving him quick access will not get your bills paid sis, don’t do it. Before you think about giving him some think about your rent that’s about to be due, the tuition you still have to pay, that car payment, or Rihanna new makeup line that’s about to drop.  Pussy is power use it wisely!

Feel free to add on ladies. Pusssy is power, let’s encourage each other and help each other to mindfuck these men! #TeamVagina

Tentacle Boyfriend

I got a lot of requests for a tentacle story, which is one I’ve be wanting to do! Thank you anons! Keep requesting!

   Your cousin came for a visit and gave you a strange potted plant as a gift. She claimed it was a small succulent but you had never seen anything like it before. It came out like thick leaves that formed tightly together into a long cone, going from green to a soft pink color. Your cousin simply told you to keep it watered and sometimes give it sugar water.

   You did so, watering it when the soil got dry and once a week you would use the sugar water on it. You weren’t sure how well you could keep it alive, you had never been a plant person. You had tried keeping herbs gardens and even house plants, but that always ended in tragedy. You had even tried planting wildflower seeds and as it did was result in a bald patch in your yard.

   You were intent on keeping this little plant alive. You did everything the old ladies at the garden shop told you to do, you even talked and sang to the little plant. You kept it on a clear spot on your windowsill and even switched out the pot for it when you were worried it was getting too small.

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