this is how i get ready for finals week guys ; ;

Business and Pleasure - Part 18

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,059

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I’m so so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this written, guys. I’m in my last semester of college and these last few weeks have been absolute hell. I’m slowly trying to catch up with life, while also trying to just make it through finals alive. Anyway, I’m not super thrilled with how this chapter came out, but I feel like I owe it to you guys to at least post it. I’m sorry if it’s not up to my usual standards, but I’m doing my best. Hopefully by the next chapter, I’ll be back to being my usual self. 

Originally posted by wishyouwereherexox

“Y/N? Are you almost ready doll? We should get going. The appointment’s in an hour and you know how unpredictable traffic can be around this time,” Bucky smiled at you from the doorway, watching as you pulled on your shoes.

“Yup! Just let me grab my purse and I’ll be ready to go!” You nodded, blushing slightly as you felt his eyes trailing over your figure.

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Boxing Ring

Nesta finally steps into the boxing ring and is getting to know some of the Illyrian gym members. But when Nesta is challenged to a spar she can’t refuse, how will she fare against her opponent?

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

Nesta had been called into work early for the past few days and today was no different. She wanted to be angry as she waited on tables 3 hours earlier than her scheduled time, but at least she was getting extra money along with a few more tips with each customer that she served. There would be no complaints coming from her so long as the customers weren’t rude. Although yesterday she had her first run-in of the season with a business group that was so stuck up you would think stacks of cash were shoved up their butts. It would only get worse as the season went on.

Nesta was cleaning a table when the smell of chicken from the kitchen made her pause. The memory of sharing dinner with Cassian last week came to her mind. Their time together was surprisingly pleasant and had left Nesta wondering what sort of magic he used to make her feel what she had felt. What she was still feeling. A tingle ran up her arm from that place where their hands had touched last week when she handed him the collar. She thought that his fingers had slightly gripped her tighter when they let go.

Her memory flickered back to the minimal flirting he gave her, but what struck her the most was how he was willing to share parts of his past that Nesta never imagined he would trust her with. She wasn’t willing to give anyone that same amount of faith. Even her sisters didn’t know what happened that day when Thomas-

No! No need to dig up those memories. That’s all in the past.

Nesta scrubbed the table with vigor as she intently blocked out the images of Thomas and what he did. Of what he tried to do to her. Washing the tables wasn’t helping clear all the pain away and finally she decided that perhaps going to the gym early would help take her mind off those moments.

Mrs. Laurent, the restaurant manager, stepped into view. She was a fairly strict woman who always made sure that each customer was well taken care of. Even if it meant the workers had to take the brunt of the blame if something went wrong, even though they weren’t at fault. Nesta had been at the end of a few of those occurrences when customers would try to “help” by talking or touching the staff in ways that were most assuredly inappropriate. Nesta usually bit back with poison laced words that were subtle enough not to garner harsh punishment from Mrs. Laurent, but were clear enough to vulgar customers that she was not to be messed with.

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Chibs’ imagine based on the song “Tell Her You Belong To Me”, by Beth Hart

[Hi guys. How are you doing?

Well, this is a little personal…I love this song, I can connect with the lyrics and it brings me to tears almost every time…Sorry, let’s get into business…

Enjoy Chibs… I mean, enjoy the imagine. Tell me your opinion. THANKS for reading it! You are amazing!]

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut

You were at the clubhouse with Gemma, Lyla and some crow eaters letting everything ready for a party to welcome Filip back. He was finally getting out of the hospital after weeks recovering from an explosion at TM. You were supposed to be there and bring him home, but Fiona was there too. She was his wife, but she had nothing to do there. They had been apart for so long that their relationship had just died. He was still married to her only to protect Fiona from Jimmy, his enemy. You could handle this situation, but her presence there was too much. She appeared to check on him, surprising everyone.

“Tell her to go”, you begged him at the hospital.

“I can’t do that”, he said. You just nodded and went home, staying there until now. He knew you were pissed off and had sent messages to your phone, through Juice, Jax and even Gemma. You ignored all of them. You knew you were being stubborn, but you needed his word and Fiona gone.

          Tell her you’re mine

          That you have been blind

          Tell her it’s over

          And you belong to me

          Tell me to come

          And like hell I will run

          Back into your arms

          Cause you belong to me

The lights were still on in Gemma’s office when you got back at the TM. The sound of your heels echoed on the floor as you made your way to meet the Queen. You were ready to open the door when you heard a familiar voice with a thick accent.

“It’s more complicated than that mom”, Filip said, “Jimmy is in town”.

“What does that mean Chibs?”, Gemma asked.

“It means she is not going, not now”, he said.

It was enough; you had heard all you needed. Fiona wasn’t going and with Jimmy in town Filip would be bound to protect her. He would never be completely yours, she still had a strong hold on him and you were just another girlfriend, a pussy to keep him busy. You entered the clubhouse and looked around.

“She is not here”, you heard. Tig was next to you, whispering in your ear, “She wouldn’t dare, with so many cats protecting their turf”.

“Nice comparison Tiggy”, you laughed, walking with him to the bar.

“Thanks”, he smiled and sat next to you, “He is missing you, you know”.

You rolled your eyes at him and ordered a beer. A few seconds later Filip and Gemma walked in, everybody got up and cheered. The crowd hid you in your corner.

“Aren’t you gonna hug him?”, Tig looked over his shoulder to you.

“No”, you said and turned to the bar again. He shrugged and sat back, ordering shots to both. He started to talk nonsenses with Chuck just to distract you and soon you were really into the conversation, really having fun.

“Can I talk to my girl Tiggy?”, you heard minutes later. You didn’t bother to turn, you knew who was there.

“Yeah”, Tig said and left. Chuck did the same and you had no choice but look at Filip, now in Tig’s place.

“Welcome back”, you said in a cold tone.

“Thank you lass”, he sadly smiled, “Can we talk?”

You looked at him for a few seconds. You bit your lip and hid a satisfied smiled when you saw him swallow. That gesture always had turned him on.

“Sure”, you sarcastically said and got up. You saw Gemma’s eyes following you two in your way to the dorms. You opened the door and entered, turning around to face him, “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Don’t be a smart ass darling”, he walked towards you, “I’m not in the mood right now”.

“I’m not Chibs”, you said.

“It’s Filip, lass”, he reached for your arm, his grip tight around it, “Filip”.

“Let me go”, you hissed at him. He was angry. He hated to hear his nickname from your lips. He liked you to call him only by his name, “Filip”.

“I missed you”, he whispered and leaned for a kiss.

“No”, you pushed him away, escaping from his arms, “You don’t have the right to hold me and kiss me anymore”.

“What are you talking about love?”, he narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t call me love”, you barked, “I know everything. She is staying. Fiona is staying”.

“Shite”, he cursed and rubbed his beard.

“I heard you talking to Gemma”, you looked up, blinking, trying not to cry, “I… I’ve been in that house, alone, all this time Filip. I was waiting for you to call, to tell me she was going… It was too much for me. Sorry, I couldn’t handle”

“It’s not like that lass”, he begged, “Let me explain”.

“Explain what?”, you took a step towards him, “Did I mishear it? Because it is the only way… It’s the only way for you to have me back Filip. Tell me I’m wrong, tell me she is leaving. Take me home and prove it I’m the only one”.

          If you wanna hold me

          If you wanna know me again

          If you wanna love me

          Then take me home

          I’ve been at the bottom

          The deep end of the ocean

          Barely surviving by the dark side of her street

          Tell her you belong to me

He stayed in silence for a second and you took it as your cue to leave. You were opening the door when he hold your arm again.

“I’m going to prove you, love”, he spun you around just to push you against the door. His lips claimed yours, kissing hard enough to hurt.

He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his hips. Your fingers tangled in his hair, making Filip groan in response. You were kissing him back like your life depend on it. You had missed him so much. Your hands grabbed his shirt, popping the bottoms open and his lips moved to your neck.

“Filip”, you whispered his name. Holding you, he walked towards the bed. Gently he put you on the top of it and stop, looking at you.

“You are the only one lass”, he took off your heels and throwing them on the floor. You got up to take off your shirt and bra. Filip tugged your jeans and panties down your legs and opened them for him, “You are my love, don’t you know that?”

His fingers were inside you, his thumb rubbing, pressing your clit and his mouth was over your breast, sucking it. You laid on the bed, your back arching with the pleasure. His teeth grazed a nipple almost making you cry with the sweet pain.

“Please Filip”, you begged, “I need you”.

He ignored and kept torturing you until you climax in his arms. You closed your eyes and heard him took his clothes off. He joined you in the bed and you felt butterfly kisses on your cheeks, nose and mouth.

“Look at me love”, Filip whispered. You opened your y/e/c eyes to meet his and found them full of love and desire for you. He slowly entered you, “Did you miss me?”

He thrust hard inside you, making difficult for you to think and talk. He repeated the question and thrust deeper and harder. How were you supposed to answer with him doing that?

“Answer me”, he hissed and thrusted again, “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!”, you cried out, “I missed you Filip! I missed you!”

He laughed, but didn’t slowed down. Your eyes rolled back on your head and your nails dug on his back, definitely leaving bloody marks. You were close to another orgasm, tightening around him.

“Filip”, you whined, “Please… Oh God!”

“You are mine lass. Never forget that”, he groaned, “Say it”.

“Oh yes!”, he definitely was on a mission that night, never slowing down and assuring his power over you, “I’m yours Filip, only yours”.

You found your release together; Filip rested his body over yours, leaving kisses on your skin. You smiled and patted his shoulder; he laid next to you on the bed.

“Sorry”, you looked at the wounds on his back. They were little red marks made by your nails.

“I’m not”, he turned to look at you. “These are your marks, telling that I’m yours”.

“Are you?”, you couldn’t resist, you let it escape from you lips before you knew what you were saying. You bit you lip and looked down to your legs.

“Yes”, he hold your chin, making you look at him. You couldn’t escape from his eyes, “I talked to Fiona, she is staying away from us. I have a plan for Jimmy and after that I will divorce her, but I need something from you lass”.

“What?”, you asked, still processing his words.

“Your word”, he said, “You word that you will marry me then”.

Your hand covered your lips and you could fell the tears in your eyes. You nodded, crying.

“Say it love”, he smiled, “I need to hear you say. Say you will be mine.”

“Yes Filip, I will marry you”, you leaned to kiss him and whispered on his lips, “I will be yours, my love, I belong to you”.

          She’ll never win

          ‘Cause I’m not giving in

          You are my man

          You belong to me

anonymous asked:

Do you know when we'll be getting to read more of your royalty fic? I love your writing and am so happy whenever you upload. Seriously you're a gift to this fandom I hope you know that

pardon me while I openly weep here for a moment

the final part will be posted this week! my hope is by wednesday but it might be friday, it’ll depend on how crazy work gets. But it’s happening! Just needs a final sweep and some edits and it’s ready to go. Thank you so much for the compliment, and I’m so happy you’re enjoying it <3 

Voltron Platonic Week Day 6- AU (High School)

I did a high school year book where each represents the 6 faces of school pictures.

The one who pulled it off. The one who doesn’t know how to smile. The person who literally wants to be anywhere but getting a school picture. The guy who wasn’t ready for the shoot. The one who tries way to hard. And finally the infamous half closed eyes.

Also the last names are their original names, or if they lacked a last name, it’s the voice actors.

(quick edit of Hunks last name ‘u’)

One Last Time (I)

Characters: Hoseok (Jhope) & Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff & smut

Series: Intro, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9 (Finale)  

Summary: Hoseok is a member of a very successful boy group, BTS, while you are a trainee, who is getting ready for debut. The two of you have been dating for two years, but he suddenly left you without another word. No explanation. No apology. Nothing. You were left to suffer and find the answers yourself. If only you knew how painful the truth was going to be, you wouldn’t have been so determined to find out.

Aha Hello there! Bet you couldn’t believe that I would be back so soon after just finishing the Be Mine series. For the first time in the last couple of weeks, I’ve finally opened this half written chapter, and decided to continue it. I hope you guys like it? I always like to hear what you guys think. ❤️ I’ll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can. Until next time, remember to like, reblog and share! Happy Reading~

Originally posted by hoseoh

The walk from the boys’ dorm to yours were horrendous. The tears wouldn’t stop falling. Your uncontrollable sobs caused strangers on the road to stare, but honestly that was the last thing that you would have cared about. Why did he suddenly break up with me? What happened? I thought we were fine.

It was late at night, and you knew that your manager would have a fit if you were late, again. Checking your phone, you saw that it was 11:50 p.m. If you weren’t in the dorm within ten minutes you knew you were in trouble, but you didn’t have a care in the world. How were you suppose to care about anything else when all you can think about how awful life is going to be without Hoseok.

With the overwhelming need to cry again, you searched around for somewhere to sit. I mean.. I’m going to get yelled at anyways, might as well take all the time I need. Just as you were about to turn and head into a park, you heard someone call for you.


Turning to the owner of the voice, you were greeted with the Seoyoung, the oldest member in your upcoming group. Seoyoung was sitting inside a big black van with tinted windows, which without guessing, you knew was your manager’s car. Crap.

“Y/N! Get in.” She waved as she got out of the car.

“How.. What?” You confusingly asked her.

“Hoseok told me to come get you… Let’s go home Y/N.” She said as she gave a reassuring smile.

Why would he care about my well being and even tell someone to com pick me up if he doesn’t love me? Was he trying to be a gentleman one last time?

With a slight nod, you headed in the van, only to be scolded by your manager for leaving without his permission.

“You hear me? Don’t do that again. I mean it Y/N.”

“Okay. Sorry oppa.” You mumbled as you stared out the window into the darken night.

There won’t be another time, you thought, you weren’t going to have any other reason to sneak out. The only reason you would ever leave the dorm would be to see Hoseok, but now there was no more need for that. He made it clear, he doesn’t love you anymore.

As much as Seoyoung wanted to ask you about what happened, she and your manager stayed quiet the entire ride to the dorm. Once the three of you reached the dorm, you stormed straight into the room that you shared with Seoyoung.

“Unni.. What’s wrong? What happened?” You heard Vanessa, the last member of the group ask.

But instead of answering, you just shooed her away. You did anything you could to just forget what happened. You tried listening to music. You tried practicing to the choreography for the upcoming debut. Nothing worked. So instead, you resorted to looking through old pictures of you and Hoseok.

You scanned through the pictures of the two of you, happy and excited for the life ahead of you which almost made you smile, until you remembered that he just told you that he doesn’t love you anymore.

How can one person change so fast?

Just as your tears were about to fall, you heard the door open, only to see Seoyoung walk in. Sitting beside you on the bed, she worriedly asked,

“What’s wrong Y/N? Did you and Hoseok fight? You guys never fight.”

“We didn’t fight..” It was never worse.

“What happened?”

“We…. we broke up..” You whispered as your cried into your hands.

“What? What happened? The two of you were always so in love.”

“He told me that he doesn’t love me anymore.. and that he thinks we should break up. He said that he doesn’t want to see me anymore.” You quietly said as you continued to cry.

“Y/N…. maybe he’s just mad. He probably doesn’t mean it. Why would he? He loves you and we all know it. If he doesn’t love you, why would he have came that one day when it was snowing badly, just to spend time with you because you were sick. If he didn’t love you, why would he have spent a whole month trying planning a surprise birthday party for you If he doesn’t love you, why would he come visit after a long day, if he himself had spent a whole day of practicing?”

That’s right… there’s no way that he doesn’t love me..

“But he told me that he doesn’t love me anymore.. he said it with his own mouth. He even told me to leave his house.”

“Maybe he was having a stressful day, why don’t you call him? They’re preparing for a comeback aren’t they? Maybe he was just too stressed that he said all those hurtful things. Vanessa and I can both swear on our lives that we know love when we see it, and the way he looks at you proves that he’s utterly and hopelessly in love with you.”

Giving Seoyoung, a weak smile, you thanked her.

Seoyoung the first one introduced to the group. Being that she was a trainee for longer than you, she had always helped you when your problems. If you had trouble doing a certain dance, Seoyoung would have stayed behind to help you perfect it. If you had trouble with your singing, she would practice with you until you were satisfied. If you were sad, like now, you could always count on her to comfort you.

“Give him a call okay? See how it goes.” She smiled.

“Okay. I will. Thank you Unni.” You smiled as she wiped your tears away.

Just as you are about to reach for your phone, you watched as Vanessa walked into the room, and gave you a worried look.

“Y/N… I’m sorry if I was bothering you.. I was worried.. I didn’t mean to bother you..” She quietly said.

Feeling bad for losing your temper at her, you quickly apologized,

“I’m sorry Vanessa. I didn’t mean it. I should have been more careful with what was coming out of my mouth.”

“Are you okay Unni?” She asked.

Giving her a nod, you said,

“I will be real soon.” At least after I call him.

“Come on Vanessa, let’s go out and give Y/N some peace and quiet. Come join us for dinner when you’re done.” She said before she along with Vanessa walked out of the room.

Letting out a sigh, you quickly picked up your phone and typed in Hoseok’s phone number, but why were you so nervous?

He does love me right?

Quickly pressing the call button, you waited as the call started to connect.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Is he busy right now?

Just as you are about to end the call, you heard the line connect.



Wait.. The voice on the other end didn’t seem like Hoseok, it also didn’t seem like the other members, it seemed like a woman’s voice, and the other end seemed loud, almost like as if they were at a party or club.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end said again.

“uh.. um.. is Hoseok there?” You quietly asked.

What’s happening?

“Oh. He’s kind of busy right now. I’ll tell him to call you later.” The voice said as you almost seemed to have heard her smirk.

He’s busy.. right now… she’ll tell him to call her… We just broke up and he’s outside partying and partying with girls?

“I’m sorry who am I speaking to?” You asked.

“Jessica.” She said.


“Wait. Jessica? The one who dated Hoseok, Jessica?” You asked.

“Ahh so he has told other people of me?” She smirked.

From what Hoseok has told you, they used to date back when he was a trainee, but ended up breaking up just after a year, because she cheated on him, and instead of apologizing, she simply said that she wanted a man who was successful. The same girl who left such a deep scar on Hoseok’s heart, took you months for him to open up to you. It took you months to mend his heart, for him to love again, and yet here is he seeing Jessica just after the two of you broke up?

Wait does that mean he broke up with me… for Jessica?

“Who am I talking to anyways?” She asked.

“Forget it.” You whispered as you quickly ended the call.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it was no use. You felt like you were being suffocated. You felt like your whole world was crashing down onto you. The man that you thought you knew and loved, was apparently seeing his ex girlfriend again, just after the two of you had broke up. It seemed as though to Hoseok, you meant nothing to him.

He doesn’t. He really doesn’t love me.

Fuck. No wonder he doesn’t love me, he probably cheated on me.

Acting out of pure rage and hurt, you threw your phone against the hall, instantly smashing the screen.

He doesn’t love me. He loves her. I’m no Jessica. I’m just plain old Y/N.

As you repeated the words over and over again, you felt as the tears started to stream again, and this time there was no stopping you. There was no hero to help you. There was no knight in shining armour to save you. There was no Hoseok. You were alone.

Looking on the screen, Jessica squinted at the name, Y/N.

“Hm.. I’m going to remember this name. Y/N.” She smirked as she deleted the call log and slipped Hoseok’s phone back into his jacket.

Staring at the wasted man beside him, Jessica said,

“This is going to be fun.”

((guess who’s trash!!!! I AM!!! i haven’t been on for SO long i feel so horrible but now i’m back and i’ve gotten the hang of my tablet again (i’ve been drawing on paper for weeks now omg) AND I’M READY TO POST!! i love you all dearly, especially those of you who stuck with me up until how (hehe ♥♥♥) i’ve just been really busy lately but now that i finally found some free time i can post!! so don’t worry, guys, i’m alive and totally back and ready to post some new things!!!! THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE WITH MEEEE♥♥))

trufaithy  asked:

Guys, please take a step back and look at this. None of *this* finale fits the leaks we've been getting for weeks. They *butchered* their season finale just to remove anything we might use to fuel our fight. This was an, admittedly risky, *silencing tactic*. How many people have you already seen on your dash tonight talking about how they're just "ready to write the whole show off completely"?? They are still trying to manipulate us. Sorry for using your blog as a soapbox, KG. Yours is taller ;)

I agree. 

After all the craziness that went down in Vegas, I think I’m finally ready to unwind and do nothing but hang out in my condo. Ringing in a new year takes a whole lot of effort but it’s all worth it in the end. How many of you guys plan on recovering from all the holiday madness this entire week and how many of you are going straight back into the work grind?

Serendipitous Fate Schedule Info

Hey guys, so here’s a general idea of how the schedule for Serendipitous Fate is going to work for the next, like, three to four weeks. Chapter 16 will mark the halfway point through Part Two–it will almost act like a mid-season finale as the chapter will probably be a little longer than usual, among other reasons. I hope to get it done in the next week or so. 

On June 17th, I leave to go to South Korea for a week. I’m kind of going for a job and also as a kind of Korean War historical trip. The POINT is that I’ll be gone and I will be very busy, which means that sometime around the 17th, I’ll be going on a short hiatus. I’ll be back on the 23rd, but I’ll also be getting ready for a final exam right as I return, as well as adjusting back into my schedule. I’ll try to get back into writing as soon as I can, but it might take a little longer than usual. 

So, basically, this is how it’s going to work: I’ll be on hiatus from the day Chapter 16 is posted to sometime in the first week of July. 

I’ll post again about this once the dates start getting closer, but I wanted ya’ll to be aware in advance :) 

Thanks guys!

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Get ready to hate my brother.

He’s a nice guy, really he is.

So my bro finally started watching Supernatural last night. Let me tell you a nice anecdote about him first so you hate him a little bit less. 

I was having a quarter life crisis a few weeks back about how I’m gonna be stuck in school forever and by the time I have the opportunity to actually go to an SPN convention (April 2017 at the earliest I swear to god kill me now) the show will probably be over and they either won’t be doing cons or J2 will be off filming stuff because they’ll have fantastic careers and I won’t get to meet them and wahwahwah. I was crying to him about it and he was like “I’ll start watching the show so the ratings go up and it doesn’t get cancelled. I’ll just turn all the TVs in the house to that channel when it’s on.” So yeah he’s the sweetest. My brother is probably my best friend. HOWEVER.

This is our texting conversation from last night.

So yeah. He called Baby “a piece”.