there's something on your hand


I know you don’t like what you see
But I’m not going back to how I used to be

Capture the Flag (Eric Divergent One Shot)

The air is cold and still as your team gathers into a circle to discuss the plan of attack. The adrenaline rushes through you at the thought of being the one to claim that flag to finish the game.

“Peter take these 3, Molly with the 2 on your right, (Y/N) you’re with me”. Eric looks at you all serious, he’s so damn competitive.

“Oh Eric, want me all to yourself eh?” You tease, he cocks an eyebrow. He’s used to your flirtacious behaviour now.

We split up and take separate ways, you and Eric head behind the containers. You jump as the crack of gunfire starts and Eric shoves you down behind the metal box, pushing himself down inches in front of you. You watch him check the area, eyes alert. He’s so close you can smell him, that smell you love, and your heart starts pounding.

“Breathing a little heavy initiate, nervous?” He turns to you, smirking. He’s so harsh but something about him draws you to him.

“As if.” You scoff and start towards the building next to you, Eric follows. This time its you that sees the opposing team and you push him against the wall, holding him there by his hard chest while you look back, gun raised in one hand to check for any threats. When you turn back, Eric is staring at you, chewing his lip.

“Whats up with you?” You ask, hand still on his chest.

He takes your hand off, turning you round so you swap positions, him pushing you against the wall.

“You’re kinda hot when you’re all fired up you know.” He says, voice low.

He places his hands on your hips and moves his leg between your thighs, putting pressure on your crotch.

“Well, this took a turn. What about the game Mr.Competitive?” You smirk, grabbing his muscular arms and pulling him closer.

“Fuck the game.” He growls, hoisting you up against the wall, wrapping your legs around him. He starts rough with your mouth, trailing kisses down your body as his fingers fumble to unbutton your shirt. You take his off now problem and trace your fingers over his muscular chest and stomach, moaning as he nips at your skin. You take off each other pants and he spins you round to face the wall.

“Bend over initiate” He demands, and you do as he says. Theres something so hot about the way he calls you that. You place your hands on the wall and bend, he moves his fingers over your ass and thighs tickling higher and higher. He grunts and you gasp as he runs his finger over your wetness and plays with your clit.

“Eric..please..” You moan.

He grabs your hips and teases his tip against your slit. Impatient, you push yourself onto him and you both moan as he starts thrusting, harder and deeper, fingers digging into your sides. With one hand on the wall you play with yourself, panting.

All too soon you feel your insides squeezing and his pace quickens as you both climax.  

“Fuck!” He pants, pulling out of you, you both collapse on the floor.

A few minutes later you hear cries of joy, and disappointment; someone must have got the flag.

“Ah shit” You groan, “Time to go”. He just looks at you and you both smirk. You both get up, him smacking your ass on the way. You yelp and he laughs.

“We should play games like this more often” You smirk and he laughs.

“Maybe we should, but you know, ill always win.” He winks, pulling his jacket on.

You cock and eye brow and kiss him one last time before heading out to join the others.




metajeta  asked:

Any tips on finding inspiration? I try going outside and all the other recommended tips but nothing seems to work

hmm i’m not sure i’m the best person to ask about this. Usually if I’m not feeling inspired to draw it’s because of depression/lack of motivation instead of a lack of ideas (which is what I’m assuming you’re asking about.) At the moment I have a a big list of stuff to draw written out in teeny tiny handwriting on a series of post-it notes. If I don’t have any new ideas it’s fine because there’s still old ideas I can draw. 

It’s normal to have lulls in inspiration. Usually I find that it’s best not to worry about it, it’ll come back. I think sometimes there’s this fear that if you aren’t constantly inspired then you’re not a real artist or you’ve lost your creativity and that’s not true. It’s 100% normal. Worrying about it can make you feel even more stuck so it really is a good idea to go do something else for a while (“going outside”) but don’t do it with the intention of finding new ideas. It’s one of those things where once you stop looking for it you’ll find it haha.

You're Just Good With Babies (Part 5)

               He stared at you, shock covering his face; you swallowed nervously. You looked down, closing your eyes. You hadn’t thought of his reaction. Maybe he didn’t want the baby, you took the test back with shaky hands and suddenly his large hands wrapped around your wrists. “You’re sure?” he asked quietly. You shrugged “I haven’t gone to a doctor yet…I just took the test…Ive missed my period twice now…” He pulled you into his arms grinning widely. “Thank you” you heard him breathe out. “Im gonna be a dad” he grinned pulling you into his chest kissing you deeply. You smiled into the kiss as he pecked your lips repeatedly. “oh my god…this is…” he grinned pulling away. “DEAN! DEAN!!!” He shouted running out of the library after ripping the test out of your hands. You laughed tears brimming your eyes as you stood in the doorway watching him run down the hallway. “DEAN! DUDE! IM GONNA BE A DAD!” you heard him shout in Deans room. Suddenly two large Winchester boys were racing toward you in the library. “YOURE PREGNANT! IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE! OH MY GOD!” Dean shouted hugging you tightly. You laughed hugging him back. “Yeah, you are, I just cant believe it. Im nervous” you said looking up at Sam.

               Sam couldn’t contain his smile as he kissed your head. “You’ll be a fantastic mom you know that?” Dean clapped “We gotta celebrate!!” he said rushing toward the kitchen. Suddenly there was a flap behind you causing you to turn and smile at Castiel. He looked at Sam and then you and smiled some. “Whats all the shouting about?” he asked. “Y/N’s Pregnant!” Sam said grinning as his arms wrapped around you. “well, since preggers here cant drink, you get some water and we all get whiskey!” Dean said grinning. “Wow, that is unexpected. Congratulations you guys” he smiled at you as you grinned and sipped on your water.

               Sam and Dean spent the rest of the day chatting happily about having a baby around the bunker. You on the other hand had let your mind drift to different things, like Demons, Lucifer and others. You feared the worst for your baby, youd excused yourself from the boys as they chatted in the library. You lied in your bed, snuggled into the blankets, your mind drifting to thoughts of the future. You smiled your eyes shutting and picturing it.

               Sam grinned down at the small boy standing in front him, his brown shaggy hair and hazel eyes stared back at him. He couldn’t believe they’d had a son, he scooped him up in his arms as he walked into the kitchen, a fresh pie sitting on the counter. You were sitting in the living room, your belly sticking out a little. “hi honey” you heard and saw Sam standing there with your son in his arms. “Daddy came home from work!” he said clapping. You grinned and stood walking over to them both, kissing their cheeks. “mommy missed you today. Did you win daddy!” he asked excitedly. Sam chuckled and sat down in his chair. “I did, and daddy took the next week off so we can all spend time together” he said hugging him again. You smiled watching them, your hand running over the bump, that housed your little girl.

“Y/N? Honey wake up”

               You squinted alittle looking at the clock, its electric blue lights flashed 9:15 pm. You groaned and rolled over to see Sam grinning down at you. “Well, look what we have here…shes already sleeping the days away” You heard Dean say behind him with a mouth full of pie. “oh hush, I was tired, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night” you horsed voice said as Sam blushed a tad and chuckled. “I know, me either” dean grumbled toward Sam. “I told you man, ear plugs.” Sam looked at you and sat down on the bed. “We need to talk about something” he said taking your hands in his. “Im out” Dean said leaving and shutting the door quickly. “Now, this isn’t how I planned it and that’s alright plans change, but theres something you need to know…” he stared at your hands. You knew it. This was it, he was breaking up with you. “I understand…having a baby is a big responsibility and I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want. Ill pack in the morning” you said softly. His head shot up and looked at you, “what are you talking about? Honey, no. Im thrilled were having a baby! That’s-oh god, did you think I was breaking up with you???!! No! I was actually doing the opposite! I was going to ask you to marry me” he said grinning at your hands.

               You gasped at him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Yes! Of course ill marry you!!” you said grinning. “I didn’t know you wanted to get married!” you said smiling into his neck. He chuckled and kissed your head. “I don’t have a ring yet or anything…but I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and this baby. And all the other babies we have. Tons, like dozens” he said grinning. You laughed as Dean and Cas barged in. “Your getting married too?!” Cas said grinning. Suddenly he threw some colored paper in the air “Its confetti! Lets have a party!” causing you to laugh with your perfect family.

on one hand, I didn’t get the health law firm job I really wanted.

on the other, I got the physical proof for my chapbook, and it honestly looks so professional, I’m so happy with how it turned out