a place to hang your hat

Tip if you live with room mates or parents:

Make your bedroom your SANCTUARY. Make a place you want to go to at the end of the day to relax, having a dirty room is so stressful. And I get it, you sit there and stare at it, but don’t tackle the clutter because it’s overwhelming. My advice, just start somewhere. Even if it takes you a few days. GET RID OF STUFF YOU DON’T NEED. Minimize your belongings. (Read DO LESS by Rachel Jonat. It has seriously changed my view on organization and clutter and has opened my habits and my mind to minimalism) I donate all of my unused but salvageable goods to thrift stores, because keeping them around to try and sell them can cause you to continue to be overwhelmed.
Then, once you’re room is cleaned, let your bed be your bed. It’s for sleeping and lounging only. Try to get a good desk for homework and study.
Then for decorations
GET COZY SHEETS, CANDLES, FAIRY LIGHTS, drape tulle or tapestries along your walls or ceilings with push pins or command hooks. (Small Holes in walls are easy to fix by yourself btw, just do a quick google search.)
Get a cozy comforter and comfy pillows. If you have an uncomfortable mattress, get a comfy foam mattress topper (@ target for $12) to help. Keep a little tray that you can lay your night time goodies on. Mine has a lavender pillow spray, a wide tooth comb, water bottle, Vaseline (I put it on my lips, lashes and brows before bed), and my notebook in case I have any wild ideas I want to jot down during the night.
Keep a catch all try by your door. Lay your keys, sunglasses, watch, etc. there, so you know where they are when you’re rushing out the door. Also, have a place to put your purse. If you can’t put a hook on the wall to hang it up, get an over the door hook hanger from Walmart. (I love this thing because I keep my purse, school bag, fave Nike hat and umbrella there, and I always know where I put them.
Use things like white boards, calendars, and pin boards to keep yourself organized, and design yourself a motivational vision board.
ORGANIZE YOUR DRESSER. Keep socks, undies, bras, tights in the top drawer, then shirts, then pants. But if you can, hang up tips that you know will get wrinkles easy.
Put a cozy rug in your room to keep your feet warm, but don’t forget to clean it, because if you have pets it will start to stink.
Keep clutter off your bed and DIRTY CLOTHES IN THE HAMPER. I don’t care if you need 3 hampers, idc if you need 3 hampers for dirty clothes and 2 for clean clothes, just KEEP THEM OFF THE FLOOR.
Play some chill music while you just hanging out. Light your candles, sit back, and enjoy your beautiful chill room.

Genoary # 18 - 31


— Amazing creators —

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox

Geno/ Fresh/ CPAU/ Gloomvers/ CQ/ Aftertale belongs to @loverofpiggies

Reaper! Sans belongs to @renrink

Underswap belongs to popcornpr1nce

Cross! Sans belongs to @jakei95@xtaleunderverse

Fatal Error belongs to @xedramon

Goth belongs to @nekophy

Sei belongs to me @alelinx-eli​ (I’m not so amazing like them :’v)

Genoary Challenge belongs to @shinydiamondblog​ - http://shinydiamondblog.tumblr.com/post/154668355936/genoary-challenge

——————————- (Sorry, If I‘m wrong! and thanks!)

18 - PAPYRUS - He want his brother back. Let him be happy.

19 - CHIBI - Let’s be honest, Chibi Geno is cute Geno.

20 - REVIVED GENO - What if Geno recovered from his state? How would he look?

21 - MOVIE NIGHT - Time to watch everyone’s favorite movie! Which was it again?

22 - CHASING CROSS - What did Cross do to piss off Geno?

23 - AFTERTALE - What comes to mind? Let your imagination run wild.

24 - CHARA - How about that time when Chara died? Yeah, Me neither.

25 - GENO IN GLOOMVERSE - Gloomverse, a very magical place with a deep story. Imagine how Geno would look in Gloomverse, & the magic he would wield. Not to mention the hat.

26 - FRESH!GENO - Good luck drawing a fresh Geno!

27 - CPAU - Geno hanging with the CP gang.

28 - A FATAL ERROR HAS OCCURRED - Let your imagination run wild!

29 - I CHOOSE YOU - What’s Geno’s Pokémon team? (just his dear pokemon friend!)

30- THANK YOU - Let’s all appreciate @loverofpiggies! Draw her & Geno together in any way you want! (THANK YOU!!!! CQ SENPAI!!)

31 - FAREWELL GENO -Today’s the last day. How do you spend your last day with Geno?

Genoary # 1 - The beginning


Genoary Challenge Completed - THE END?

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Huddling for warmth or they'll die, sexual tension results -I can never get enough

I love this trope a whole lot, anon. thanks for sending it in! hope you like it :)


Clarke lets her head fall back against the wall with a thump. It’s only been a couple of hours, and already her phone is dead, her ass is aching from the hard concrete floor, and she’s starting to shiver.

It wasn’t her fault she got locked in the lab. Really.

She’d insisted Monty go home when he offered to stay back with her, telling him she just had a few more things to finish up. She thinks better with a clean workstation, but she’s not in the habit of tidying as she goes, so every now and then she stays an extra twenty minutes after work to clean up. How could she have known the big storage room– kept at a specific, chilly temperature– locks from the outside after hours?

There was no way she could’ve anticipated it, though that doesn’t stop her from berating herself the longer she sits, cold and annoyed and bored.

She’s done everything she can think of to do. She tried to call for help, but found that she had no service. Tried banging on the doors, but that’s useless when nobody is around to hear her.

So she resigned herself to her fate– spending the night right where she sat. She played games on her phone until she realized she’d want it throughout the night to check the time. She organized the shelves, built a tower out of tissue boxes, and set out paper towels to sit on, protecting herself from the cold, cold floor. But now it’s eight thirty, far too early to go to sleep, and she’s out of ideas.

Another thump as her head falls back against the wall again. And another. It’s been two and a half hours, is she already going crazy?

All of a sudden, the door opens.

She squints against the brightness, momentarily blinded.

“Holy shit,” someone says, as she blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”

“Thank god,” she sighs, scrambling to her feet, her limbs stiff. When she looks up again, she can make out the figure of a security guard, just as he steps further in. Too far. “No, no, no–” she cries, rushing toward the door, but it’s too late. It shuts behind him with an ominous locking sound. She swears and beats on it with her palms, knowing it’s no use.

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you’re in love

REQUEST: Hi! I love your blog so much and I wanted to asked you if you could write something based on the song “You’re in love” by Taylor Swift, like maybe the reader and Seb have the same type of story? 💕😘😍

WARNINGS: just straight pure fluffffffffffffff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves!!!!!!! I hope you all have/had a wonderful day! This one is a preeeeetty long one… uh, I don’t even know where all of this came out of lol but probably listening to the song on repeat helped, though i’m not sure. Anyway, here it is.


You walked into the dark room and bit down on your bottom lip. The amount of people scared you and you were debating on running out and going back home.

Looking around, you spotted an empty crook near the bar. You rushed over and flagged down a bartender before ordering the strongest drink you could possibly think of. That usually calmed your nerves.

Smiling politely and nodding your head at the bartender, you took a sip of the drink and winced at the taste burning the back of your throat.

You were suddenly nudged forward and you rolled your eyes. Of course there were drunk people around already. People didn’t waste time at events like this.

“I’m sorry!” The person placed their hand on your bare shoulder.

You looked over to see who dared to place their hand on you only to have your breath taken away. His eyes were as clear as the blue sky and his smile was charming.

“It’s-uh, it’s okay.”

He went back to talking to the person next to him and you drowned yourself in the liquor in your cup. Once you had downed it, you placed a bill down and set your empty glass cup over it.

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Maybe where Reader can fall asleep anywhere. On the coffee table? Out like a light. In a kitchen cabinet? Out like a light. On the stairs? Out like a light. Hanging upside down? Better check to make sure they’re alive. And maybe with Bart and/or Jaime constantly finding the Reader asleep in these uncomfortable and weird places?

Requested by: @temperdragoness

After years of being a superhero, you’ve developed a bit of a special talent; you know, in addition to fighting crime and being able to fly. You have the ability to fall asleep anywhere and at the drop of a hat.

    You blame it on those three months back when you were ten, when you barely got any sleep. You’d learned that you had to take it where you could get it. In the cargo bay, in a team meeting, under a cabinet, riding in Sphere, on the floor, hanging upside down from the rafters. Any place, any time is your motto.

    The fact that it drives your brother and father crazy is just a perk. It makes your mother laugh. The fact that neither one can wake you up frustrates them even more, and it makes your mother bust a gut.

    “It’s not normal, Shayera.”

    You mother just smiles, “And what about our family is normal, John? You and our son are intergalactic cops, I’m an alien with wings. Wings our daughter happened to inherit.”

    “She’s hanging upside down while she sleeps!”

    “She’s lived most of her life on a space station.” You can hear the laugh in your mother’s voice.

    “I don’t understand that girl.”

    “And yet, she has you wrapped around her little finger.”

    No one could argue that. Despite his general displeasure at your choice of sleeping venues, you were a daddy’s girl. Your father had a harder time saying no to you, than he did your mother. That was how you’d ended up with your mother’s mace in a practice session for your tenth birthday.

    “You can stop faking now, they’re gone.” You peer one eye open and stare at your brother.

    “How’d you know?”

    “You had that little smile on your lips. Like an imp.”

    You shrug before releasing your legs and gliding down from the rafters. Rex just smiles at you, “And where are you going?”

    “To catch some real sleep.”

    You make your way to the only place you’re guaranteed to get some uninterrupted sleep. The mountain is quiet, which tells you that everyone is either on a mission or at school. You make your way to the library and towards your favorite couch. It’s deep enough that your wings never feel pinned. You’re out within seconds.

    You’re not sure how long you sleep for, but when those two bodies slam themselves down on you, you’re awake. You groan under the pressure, and glare at your best friends. Bart and Jaime just grin at you.

    Bart laughs, “Time for training, Wings.”

    You open up your wings and throw the both of them off, before getting up. The three of you race down the hallway, and into the training room. Three hours later, you’re more than a little exhausted when you land on a beam at the top of the room and lay down. You’re out in seconds and all you can hear is Bart complaining about it not being fair.

Writing Update

Hey y’all, (thank you @justaditto for the pic) I’ve decided to throw my current WIPs: Static on the Radio, In the Public Eye, and A Place to Hang Your Hat, onto hiatus until the end of the month. I know, I know, it’s shit. But I’m just not feeling them right now. I’m hoping to start tossing out updates at the end of the month - you know, that little three day week right at the end of February.

My studies are being kind of shit and I want to revisit my plans and figure out what’s going wrong in my writing, because nothing feels right, right now.

I hope to also start posting new things when I start posting again, because I think I just need to write something else (or several something elses) for a bit to feel better.

So, yeah, expect updates to resume again around the 26th. I wanted to keep doing oneshot a week, but that doesn’t seem to be happening either.

Of course, this means if I do anything for Femslash February, I’m probably going to post all of it on the 28th. So, that’ll be fun.

Cheers! Hope y’all are doing well. And sorry again.

She’s the Tear in my Heart (Extras Part 1)

Summary: Sometimes forever is just one second

There’s always a part of a story that never makes the final cut but still needs to be said. I felt like this was one of them. Send me an ask if you have a prompt for me.

1. She’ll Be His Wings  | 2. He’ll Be Her Anchor | FF.Net

Extras Part One: A Stellar Addition

According to Emma she wasn’t planned, no.

According to Killian-, “the stars were aligned” and all that jazz.

The she they are referring to is-, well, it starts with this.

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May I have this dance? (Fili X Reader)

Originally posted by thealmightyaidean

Request for anonymous

Word Count: 1313

As you stand before your chamber mirror you can not help but wince as Tauriel pulls the corset of your dress tighter around your waist. You softly pull at the dress, looking into the mirror with a longing smile. You were dressing in preparation of the Durins day ball, an annual tradition that King Thorin had begun many years ago, after reclaiming Erebor. The Durins day ball was a well attended event where even the City of Dale and the Kingdom of Mirkwood were invited to dine and dance.

Yet this year, you wish for nothing more than to be able to hide away in your chamber, as this was the year that King Thorin and Princess Dis decided that Prince Fili must seek a bride, and the thought of the prince with another dwarrow was a horrifying reality.

You had been in love with the Prince for many years, falling for his carefree ways back in their early years growing in the Blue Mountains. His protective yet loving ways had furthered your love for the selfless dwarf and you feared that nothing could pull your heart from him.

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Breaks, Usnavi de la Vega x Reader

Prompt: 12. “I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.” + Usvani de la Vega

Words: 348

Author’s Note: Usnavi is cute and dumb. Bye.

Warnings: Usnavi being dUMB. Cursing in Spanish.

Askbox | Masterlist | Prompt List

Your breaks were spent at Usnavi’s bodega, where you could escape the summer heat and accompany Sonny in his daily taunts that were directed to his older cousin.

Sonny was usually rather late, but when he wasn’t anywhere in sight during your lunch break, you know he must have had a particularly busy night.

Usnavi looked utterly exhausted behind the bodega counter after dealing with the morning rush alone. 

“You look like you could use a drink.” You teased, leaning your elbows on the counter, glancing around at the setup you had familiarized yourself with for years.

“Don’t tempt me. It’s only 12.” He groaned, mimicking your stance, “Sonny met a girl in a red dress at a club last night.”

“His weakness.” You giggled, which earned a bright grin from Usnavi. Leave it to you to put him in a fantastic mood, “Sucks. I only hang out here for his company.”

“Ouch.” He hissed, clutching his heart, “Rough day.”

“I guess I can settle for you, though. Even if you are an idiot sometimes.” He had removed his hat and placed it on the counter. Seizing the opportunity, you snatched it and placed it on your head before he had time to protest. Not that he would protest seeing you in his clothes.

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” He grinned for a split second before realizing what he said, “I mean- you know? Ay dios mio, I am an idiot.” You watched for a moment as he mumbled profanities to himself, “Benny said I didn’t have any moves, I didn’t think he was actually ri-”

You grabbed the collar of his shirt with a fist, pulling him close enough to feel his hesitant breath on your face. With a singular bout of courage, he closed the gap, running his hands down your bare arms. 

He carefully pulled back from you, close enough for you to count each of his eyelashes. His mopey grin had you giggling into his shoulder, the sudden movement knocking his hat off your head.

“Yeah,” You sigh, “My idiot.”

Christmas Party

Summary: Y/N and their friend Tyler are having a Christmas party

Word Count:528

Pairing: Tyler Scheid x Reader

Originally posted by the-rain-falls-on-her-skin

Christmas music played softly in the background as Tyler and Y/N laid on the couch. They both giggled, red cheeked with Santa hats sitting sideways on their heads. Y/N was laying with her back against Tyler as his arm sat loosely around her waist. Their feet were sitting on the coffee table in front of them as she snacked on a bowl of green and red M&Ms. A knock on the door echoed throughout the apartment and a group of people walked in. Y/N looked up and smiled.

“Hey! Glad you guys could make it, I made Jell-O shots, they’re in the fridge. The eggnog is spiked. The brownies, well they’re pot brownies. Everything’s spiked with something. Except the pizza, the pizza’s safe.” Tyler whispered something into her ear. “Oh? Oh, never mind, the pizza’s spiked too.”

One girl pointed to Tyler. “Whose that?”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and she turned around, her cheek brushing against his nose. His already red cheeks became a deeper shade but it went unnoticed by any of the others.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, this is my friend Tyler. Say hi Tyler.” Tyler lifted his arm and waved. A couple of the guest raised a eyebrow when she said ‘friend,’ but none voiced their questions. 


“Anyway, so later we’re gonna play 7 minutes in heaven, a Christmas version of True American, I like to call it Holly Jolly Drunk American. Then we’re going to exchange gifts. I trust all of you brought your present. There is mistletoe hanging all over the place, seriously, it’s fucking everywhere. If I see two people under it I will make you kiss. Just a heads up.”

“Hey, Y/N, your cheeks are a little pink, have you been drinking already?”


“Yes.” She glared at him but it broke into a smile when he gave her a lazy grin. 

“Well I got some movies for us to watch tonight, including The Nightmare Before Christmas. If you don’t sing along to "This is Halloween” you will be forced to leave. I’m not joking, I will confiscate your Santa hat and Tyler here will remove you by force if needed. 

“Um, no, I won’t..” His voice seemed unsure as he shook his head.

“Yes he will.”

“I’m not going to force people out.”

“He’ll drag you by your toes.” Everyone looked back and forth at the two and one girl’s eyes widened and she looked down at her toes. 

“No, I won’t be doing that.”

“Yes he will, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” Y/N clapped her hands and sat up, causing Tyler’s arm to fall back to his side. “So go ahead and make yourselves at home, we’re going to start the games soon.”

“Where’s the bathroom?”

“Down the hall to the left. Use the soap with the blue label, not the green, that one isn’t soap.”

“What is it?”

Tyler looked at Y/N who was trying to avoid eye contact until the girl made her way down the hallway. Once the door shut, Y/N laid back down and Tyler wrapped his arm around her again. 

This is my new Tyler Scheid blog, I’ll be moving any Tyler posts I’ve made from idgitimaginer to here

Oh my god @dancingalone21 well you just about got me feelin’ better. Dean can be “H2-Ahhhh” and Sammy can be “Captain Thunder”…I don’t even know…blame the cold lmao it’s clouding up my senses.

Ladies and Gentlemen, WARNING, TEASING, LANGUAGE, SEXUAL IMPLICATIONS below the cut.

Dynamic Duo

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On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, Jay Gave to You...

A Peter Maximoff x Reader!


It was the middle of the night on Christmas eve, well technically Christmas morning, when you were woken up.

Groaning and moaning, you squinted under the light of the flashlight being held in your face. There was a lot of hushed laughter and shushes but they went silent when you sat up, “What the hell guys?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

Scott, Warren, and Kurt were leaning over the edge of your bed, gesturing for you to be quiet.

You rolled your eyes, and whispered, “What?”

Looking like he was doing everything he could not to laugh, Scott whispered back, “There’s a special present for you downstairs.”

You raised an eyebrow at the three. Now, you didn’t hate the three, but they certainly weren’t your favorite group and this was not the first or last time they would try to trick you into doing something stupid. It was then you noticed the missing fourth member of their group, Peter. Now he was one annoying guy, not to mention the fact he told you nearly everyday he was in love with you. And it wasn’t like you hated him either, you just liked to mess with him, and you weren’t even sure if he really liked you, or if he was just joking.

You shook your head, ridding your thoughts of the speedster, “Guys is like two in the morning, can’t you do whatever dumb trick you’re planning in the morning?”

“It not a trick, (Y/n), just go look under the tree. We won’t leave until you do.”

Weighing your options, you figured it was better to just go downstairs and see what they wanted you to see so you could go back to sleep.

You shuffled along behind the three, and they stopped at the end of the hall, motioning for you to go ahead.

Glaring at them, you begrudgingly did so, and froze at what you saw under the tree.

There was the normal things, like presents, and then there was Peter.

He was lying on his side under the tree with his hand on his hips. Naked.

Two bows covered his nipples and there was a wrapped box conveniently placed over his junk. And finally placed on his head, there was one of those hats with mistletoe hanging from it.

He laid there with a confident smile, and winked.

Letting out a snort, you hunched over, laughing so hard you could hardly breath.

“What the hell Peter?” you said between breaths.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” he said dramatically, and you could hear the hushed laughter of the boys from the other room.

“Why?” you asked as you started to control your giggles.

“I’m your present!”

“Are you serious right now?” you asked.

“Yes, I am, now unless you want me to move this box and get up, I suggest you come over here and give me a kiss.” he winked, shaking the mistletoe hat.

Shaking your head, you walked over, dropped onto your knees and pulled him up into a kiss.

And as you two passionately maked out under the tree, neither of you noticed the camera flashing. And let me just say, Professor Xavier was not pleased when they sent out Christmas cards to the whole school with that picture on the front.

Genoary Challenge

Hi everyone! This is Shiny, a simple diamond in the dust. It’s still the middle of Crossember, but I thought I’d get this out of the way. I’m now making a Genoary Challenge list!

What’s the Genoary Challenge?

Genoary is about Geno, Aftertale, & everything CQ has given us. Each day, you’ll have a different challenge to take, depending on the day. It’s up to you whether you want to take the challenge or not. This is just for fun~

How do I participate?

All you have to do is draw something for Genoary. Let your imagination run wild. Be sure to tag me so I can spread your work to the world. It doesn’t have to be a drawing. It could be anything else you think is good. You can tag your post as #genoary which can make it easier to find your posts. It doesn’t matter if you’re late for a certain day. Just have fun. You can post your drawing even if it’s a week late! ^^

Below is the list of challenges you will partake.

1 - HAPPY NEW GENO - Celebrate the new year with Geno visiting for 31 days. How does Geno enter your life?

2 - SWAP - What would Geno look like wearing someone else’s clothing? It can be anyone.

3 - DREAM - What good dreams do you think Geno has?

4 - NIGHTMARE - What nightmares do you think Geno has?

5 - ANGST - A sad Geno makes a sad story. Make something that makes us feel too much.

6 - WHAT IF… - Ever thought of what you think would happen in Aftertale?

7 - WHAT HAPPENS AFTER… - We all know Aftertale is almost finished. What do you think will happen next?

8 - GENO MEETS KID!GENO - What if you met your kid self? Let your imagination run wild.

9 - GENO IN YOUR FAVORITE AU - Suddenly Geno is in another world.

10 - SHIP - Who do you ship Geno with? Don’t be afraid now.

11 - FAVORITE GAME - Suddenly you see Geno in your favorite game.

12 - THE GANG’S ALL HERE - Geno, Fresh & Error just hanging out. What are they doing?

13 - MOMMACQ - What’s a mother to do with her child? (Props to Alaina!)

14 - MEANWHILE AT THE UVSTUDIO - What does Geno do while he waits for his part to come in Underverse?

15 - THE FAMILY - Geno with Reaper & Goth. The whole family’s here!

16 - HUMAN GENO - Ever wondered what Geno would look like as a human?

17 - FAVORITE PART OF AFTERTALE - Redraw your favorite part of Aftertale.

18 - PAPYRUS - He want his brother back. Let him be happy.

19 - CHIBI - Let’s be honest, Chibi Geno is cute Geno.

20 - REVIVED GENO - What if Geno recovered from his state? How would he look?

21 - MOVIE NIGHT - Time to watch everyone’s favorite movie! Which was it again?

22 - CHASING CROSS - What did Cross do to piss off Geno?

23 - AFTERTALE - What comes to mind? Let your imagination run wild.

24 - CHARA - How about that time when Chara died? Yeah, Me neither.

25 - GENO IN GLOOMVERSE - Gloomverse, a very magical place with a deep story. Imagine how Geno would look in Gloomverse, & the magic he would wield. Not to mention the hat.

26 - FRESH!GENO - Good luck drawing a fresh Geno!

27 - CPAU - Geno hanging with the CP gang.

28 - A FATAL ERROR HAS OCCURRED - Let your imagination run wild!

29 - I CHOOSE YOU - What’s Geno’s Pokémon team?

30- THANK YOU - Let’s all appreciate @loverofpiggies! Draw her & Geno together in any way you want!

31 - FAREWELL GENO -Today’s the last day. How do you spend your last day with Geno?

I don’t know if I’ve made some interesting challenges, but bleh. Go nuts. Shoutout to @xedramon & @alainaprana for their amazing stories related to Geno! Anyway, get a head start if you want, & just enjoy the challenge~ ^^

Scaredy Cats

* Hamilsquad × reader
* There was no prompt I just had this idea

A/N: Another Hamilsquad story! I had this idea and had to write it, basically the whole story came to me at once. Well, besides the end which is why it’s a bit sloppy…

You had to go get groceries. It wasn’t your favorite thing but someone had to, otherwise the poor boys would starve. “Guys I’m running to Walmart!” You called to your friends.

John Laurens came running out of his room. He was pulling an elastic band around his hair. “Can I come? I getting bored sitting around here.”

“Sure. I don’t care.” You shrugged.

Alexander and Hercules left their rooms at the same time. “I wanna go look at the laptops.” Alexander said.

“What’s wrong with yours?” You asked.

“Probably nothing.” Muttered John.

“I just want something to do.” Hercules said while pulling his cap on.

“Iz everyone going?” Lafayette asked from the doorway to his room.

“Apparently.” You said.

“I’ll come too then” he said and turned to find some shoes.

“Whatever. The more the merrier I guess.” You said. All the boys piled into your car, John had called shotgun but Alexander took it from him. So he was left sitting in the back pouting. You plugged you iPod into the stereo and hit suffle. You all were singing loudly to all the songs, however, the boys would deny the fact that they sang along to Let it Go.

You got to Walmart and it didn’t take the boys long to scatter. John was pushing the cart and tried to run off. “Oh no.” You stopped him. “If you have the cart you’re sticking with me.”

“Alright.” Only this entailed him acting like him acting like a five year old who was allowed to push the cart. You went through the food section and began crossing things off a list. Hercules eventually wandered back to you guys with a six pack. After you had everything you needed you need to fine the other two boys.

“Where would they be?” You wondered allowed.

“Alexander will be down by the laptops.” John said currently tipping the cart back so it was on its front wheels only.

“I saw Lafayette down in the baking isle.” Hercules told you.

“Let’s go get him first then.” You said. Sure enough he was there and threw some ingredients for cookies in the cart. Next you wandered down to the electronics and had to practically pull Alexander away from a new laptop. “Yours works just fine!” You told him. He huffed and crossed his arms but followed you anyways. Walking past the racks of movies your eyes spied a new horror film. “Guys let’s get it!” You said excitedly.

“Let’s not.” Said Alexander. All the boys nodded in agreememt.

“Why not?” You asked.

“Uh it just didn’t look good.” Alexander said.

“Yeah I don’t think it’ll be scary enough to warrant a watch.” John added.

“Plus it seems we are always watching films d'horreur.” Lafayette spoke up.

“Do you really want to waste another night with pizza, beer, and movies?” Hercules asked.

You pondered it for a moment. “Yes.” You said and tossed it into the cart. You paid for everything and piled back into the car. John ran out to the car ahead of everyone so he could have shotgun. He spent the car ride changing the songs on your iPod.

When you got home you made the boys help you put the groceries away. Then you put a frozen pizza in the oven. “Don’t go far guys. We are watching this movie tonight.”

“Really?” Lafayette asked.

“Yeah. What’s up with you guys? You guys are usually the one to suggest watching some movie.” None of the boys spoke up. About 15 minutes later the pizza was done. You cut it up and gave everyone a slice on a paper plate. They all grabbed a beer from the six pack.

You started up the movie and quickly learned why the boys were all against it. They were scared. They were beyond scared, they were terrified. You laughed when they screamed at a pitch they would deny came from them later. The movie ended and all the boys let out a sigh of relief. “You guys are wimps!” You exclaimed as you began gathering the plates and bottles. “It wasn’t even that bad.”

“How did you not find that scary?” John asked.

“It just wasn’t.” You said. They all looked at you confused. You shrugged. They all went their separate ways to get some sleep. You were watching some videos on YouTube when there was a knock at your door. It was almost 1 o'clock in the morning. You opened the door. A sheepish John was standing there.

“Hey…I was wondering if I could come and kill some time with you. I can’t sleep.”

“Still scared?” You joked.

“Terrified.” John surprised you with his answer.

“Get in here.” You told him. “What should we do?”

“Netflix binge!” He jumped up on the bed and grabbed your laptop. You scrolled through the website and decided on Parks and Rec. The first video was loading when your door opened and Lafayette poked his head around the side while taping the wood with his knuckles.

“May I join you two?” He asked. “The movie may have effrayé me quite a bit.” He admitted.

You scooted close to John and patted the space next to you. He smiled his wide happy grin that always made you smile too. You were halfway through the second episode when the the door opened again. “Was there a Netflix binge I wasn’t invited to?” Alexander asked.

“Join in if you want.” You said. Alexander climbed up on your bed and sat behind you. He sat criss crossed and grabbed your pillow. He held it close to his chest and leaned forward so he could see the screen better.

“Thanks. There was no way I was sleeping. Not after that film from hell.” Alexander said. The episode didn’t even finish before Hercules opened your door.

“Come sit.” You said before he could say anything. He smiled and came to sit by Alexander.

You guys let Netflix run and watched the show late into the night.

You woke up with a groan. You were stiff. And you mind registered it was because you slept leaning against someone. Over time last night you all had moved around. John ended up asleep leaning against the wall and you slept against his shoulder. You looked at him, still asleep. Hair was escaping from the pony tail and hanging in his face.

Alexander had his head at the front of the bed but your pillow was still clutched in his arms. His legs were curled up close to his body to make room for the others on the bed. He had let his hair down and it was tangled in many places.

Hercules was on the other side of John. You looked and he was flat on his back. He had his legs stretched out, however, they were longer than your bed and hanging off the end. At some point during the night he lost his hat.

Lafayette was in the other corner of your bed at the end. He was also curled into a ball but he wasn’t clutching a pillow and kid of reminded you of a cat curled up. His curls were completely wild from sleep. You looked for your phone with out waking anyone and took pictures of them for blackmail later.

Just then you got a horrible, but wonderful, idea. You looked up the trailer for the movie before turning your phone down. You watched through it and pause it right before the trailer played the sound of the demonic creature and a scream. You turned the volume all the way up. You scooted in the corner of your bed by the wall so no one would accidently hit you. You held the phone out and tapped play.

John woke up with a shout. Lafayette woke with a start which caused him to fall off the bed. Alexander threw your pillow. Hercules shot up and slipped off the bed as well. You were sat in your corner laughing.

The guys all glared at you.

“Y/N, that wasn’t very nice.” Alexander said.

“Really mean.” John agreed.

“But it was funny.” You argued back.

“Maybe for you mademoiselle.” Lafayette shot back.

“You didn’t fall off the bed.” Hercules said.

“I also didn’t need to be protected from scary monsters last night.” You retorted. The boys didn’t say anything I response. Well, until John spoke up.

“Well whatever, we’re picking the movie next time.” You just laughed.

Bar Rescue

Pairing: Mark Pellegrino x Reader
Word count: 1,311
Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, cussing   
Written for Wayward-Mirage’s Mark Pellegrino Day
Request (I combined two very similar requests I received): (@girl-next-door-writes) Hey sweetie, for Mark Pellegrino day could I make a little request? Could you do a little something where the reader and Mark are friends and they are getting hit on by a very persistent creep and he swoops in and saves her and all the fluff please. and  (@supernaturalfanficgirl) Hi, I have a request for a Mark Pellingino fic where the reader is at a bar with Mark after filming and a drunk guy walks up and starts hitting on the reader, but Mark steps in and helps and then some Mark x reader smut occurs? 

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“The hangout spot.”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Noah x Reader

Request: could i maybe request a noah from scream one where noah really loves the reader. but she gets kidnapped by the killer just mess with noah and they have to find her and when they do she’s okay and he tells her he loves her finally??? hats long omg i’m sorry. i love you writing btw😅❤️

Words: 751

(I love writing for Scream, quick note I do write girl x girl imagines too. Requests are open!)

Originally posted by cchriscolfer

Noah’s hair was messy and out of place from all tugging from his lean fingers. A look of distraught was showed on his face as he held the phone in trembling hands. “Hello Noah. You might have noticed someone hasn’t been answering your text messages. Perhaps they are hanging around somewhere. The thing is, can you find her in time? Or will she… how do I put this lightly… swing away?” The dark voice chuckled in Noah’s ear, panic filled him quickly. He couldn’t lose you, no he couldn’t let the one person he loved more than anything die. Audrey steadied him, “Noah. We’ll find her.” Noah took a deep sharp breath trying to calm himself. His phone beeped, Audrey snatched his phone and glanced at the screen. Her eyes widened, the killer had sent a video. The camera was up close to your face the flash disturbed you as you tried to desperately get away, blood was dripping out of your mouth and there was a huge gash on the side of your face. Noah peeked over and nearly threw up in the bushes with Emma patting his back. “Well then we fucking have to find her, don’t we?” Brooke said frantically gathering everyone up.

Everyone searched Lakewood head to toe, but no one could find you. Everyone was nervous and sprinting everywhere they could look. Noah desperately tried to figure out where the call came from or where the video was, but all he could feel was your life slipping through his fingertips. Everyone met up again at the school parking lot, out of breath and losing hope. “Noah give us places, anywhere. Anywhere he would know you have a weakness, a special place. Anything!” Noah was silent, shock evading his head til Audrey couldn’t take it all. She slapped him across the face with all her force, taking everyone by surprise “God damn it, Noah! Focus!” He felt his cheek, a place where you once kissed so tenderly, and immediately sparked up. “The. Oh my god, why didn’t I think of this before? The woods! We had our first date in the woods with the hanging trees.”

The group raced across town. Noah, the man of calling out Scary Movie cliches, didn’t even think of his possibility of death. All he could think about was you. It was becoming darker and the sky was blooming of orange and pink as Audrey and Noah sprinted around calling your name. Emma ran blindly, her head whipping around til she spotted something. Something hanging. Bile rose to her mouth as she called out, “I think I found her!” Sweat dripped on Noah’s head as he ran, holding his flashlight out in front of him. And there you were, head limply falling in front of you as your arms were bound tightly to the tree branch making you hang by your hands to the tree. Your body swayed from side to side, unconscious to the world around you. Noah let out a cry, “Untie her!” Brooke and Gustavo quickly worked to untie your arms from the tree, your body shifted as Noah grabbed you tenderly. “N-Noah.” You whispered out, Noah let out a relieved laugh. “We need a new hangout spot.” You smiled painfully and let your hand fall on his cheek, feeling the warmth from his fingers you were comforted. He laid your body to the ground, holding your upper body tightly to his chest. “Oh my god, (Y/N).” “I’m okay. I’m okay Noah.” He searched your body everywhere, your lips were bleeding and the gash looked pretty bad but you were safe. Noah looked into your eyes and began to register the fact that he almost lost you, he loved you and you could have been gone. “I love you.” Your eyes flicked up into his, “I love you (Y/N). God isn’t this cliche, you’re almost dying and I’m holding your body begging you to live.” Your chest hurt but you laughed along with him, “Get over yourself, Foster.” Audrey helped you up and you steadied yourself on Noah’s shoulder. “I love you too Noah.” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. “Noah?” You limped along with the group, he turned his head to look over at you and hummed trying to get you out of the woods as quick as possible. “Did someone slap you?” His cheek had a light red hand print, Noah groaned loudly and said “Audrey!” “Sorry. Not sorry.”