cramped apartments

anonymous asked:

20 + chanyeol

whooop this scenario is kind of different from my usual ones. it’s a bit nostalgic and honestly i’m imagining this really aesthetically pleasing film about Y/N’s and Chanyeol’s relationship lmaoooo. anyways, i hope you cuties enjoy~~

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Chanyeol + 20. “We were supposed to be forever.”

You sigh to yourself as you unpack your clothes from a box, placing them neatly in a drawer. Your roommate drags another of your boxes into your room, and flops down on the floor to help you unpack. She pulls your things out carefully, placing them where she thinks you’d want them. You hum to yourself, smiling brightly at your new home. Finally you got the opportunity to move out of your cramped little apartment and into a real house.

“Who’s this?” Your roommate’s soft voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you look up to see her holding a framed photo of Chanyeol. He smiles brightly in the photo, flopped down in the sand at the beach. 

You examine the picture, and you feel a swell in your chest. You remember that day perfectly. Chanyeol had taken you to the beach as a graduation present, and made the entire day special. Your favorite part was walking on the beach with him. He’d laugh and splash the water up at you as his hair blew through the wind, and the setting sun shone beautifully on his tan skin. 

“We were supposed to be forever.” You said, more to yourself than your roommate. “He always told me that: we’ll be forever, Y/N.” You laughed softly, not because anything was funny. “I guess forever isn’t as long as it seems.” 


nine in the afternoon // panic! at the disco

Modern Witches

- Nervous witches collecting rainwater in mason jars and purifying it for non visibility spells. Dousing their wrists and necks and behind their ears to prevent unwanted attention.

- Witches brewing tea and coffee and leaving it to sit for days so that the spirits in their homes will be pleased.

- Twenty year old witches squinting at their scrawled runes in a composition notebook in a cramped apartment as they study for exams.

- Witches arming themselves with non-lethal hexes and curses when they have to walk at night in the city because you can never be too careful.

- Witches adopting their black cats from shelters, and maybe several other cats that aren’t black as well.

- Witches creating fairy lights of floating candles that sometimes drip wax on the floor but will refuse to burn the witch’s dwelling.

- Familiars doubling as therapy pets and service dogs.

  • Luke and Jocelyn living in a cramped little apartment their first year in New York while they were still adjusting to the mundane life style
  • Luke working a bunch of jobs to make ends meet while Jocelyn is pregnant
  • Jocelyn waiting impatiently for Luke to get home from work the first time she feels Clary kick so he can feel too
  • Luke picking out the perfect stuffed animal for Clary and bringing it home her first day out of the hospital (it’s a little bear that she still sleeps with)
  • Luke staying up late with baby Clary while he studied for his written test to become a police officer so Jocelyn could get some sleep
  • Jocelyn struggling to balance grieving her family and raising the daughter she loves with all her heart, and Luke supporting her every step of the way
  • Jocelyn and Luke keeping track of all of Clary’s milestones in one of those Baby’s First books 
  • Their first christmas as a mundane family included watching the christmas specials on a tiny tv (Clary cried at all the claymation cartoons)

Words: 6K

Warning: smut

Summary: Y/N and her mum move into a new home, which Y/N is dreading. Whilst painting her room she meet’s Calum who died a year ago and is obviously a ghost. You help him reconnect with his old best friends in which he thanks you in the best way a ghost could.


Your mum drove up the long stony pathway, hearing the rocks crackle beneath the tyres. I let out another exaggerated sigh, looking dramatically out the window as a sad song played through my headphones. Me and my mum were once again moving away from our problems. In the past five year’s we’ve moved at least 12 times, from small flats to large houses. It all started when my dad cheated on my mum, I was only 10 and didn’t understand why we were moving from our happy family home to a cramped apartment that was the size of a shoe box. Now at the age of 19 I had gotten used to moving around and not unpacking my things. I had never had a stable job or education either, I tried but it was so hard moving around the place. 

“Cheer up Y/N” Mum said in her silky voice. I rolled my eye’s and focused on the tree leaves, the different colours of orange. I loved autumn it’s always been my favourite as it’s not to hot but it’s not to cold. It’s just right. We had been travelling through this forest for a couple of minutes. Up the long drive, it had gotten a lot darker and the colours of the leaves were a dark brown. I looked in front and there stood a large black castle/house. I furrowed my eye brows as my mum got out the car with her clanging key’s. There was a large gate with a chain holding it together, my mum placed the key in the lock and the chains fell from the gate. She pushed them back and placed a stop underneath them. The house itself was massive, probably bigger then anything we’ve ever had. It was dark and gloomy and could do with a paint job, or some colour. My mum came back into the car and put the key’s down into the cup holder. 

“So what do you think?” she said excitedly. 

“I like it, how long this time? A week? A month? or will we be moving tomorrow?” I mumbled sarcastically. 

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servantofclio  asked:

"Stay with me forever," Shepard/Garrus?

Thank you for giving me all of the Shakarian feelings again ♥

“Stay with me forever.”

At the sound of Garrus’s voice, Shepard muscled open her heavy eyelids and pulled herself back from almost-sleep into the darkness of their cramped little apartment on the mostly rebuilt Citadel.

“Say again?”

“Stay with me. Forever.”

The unusual declaration combined with his matter of fact tone took her by surprise, and Shepard found herself scrambling for words.

“That’s a bit of a tall order, don’t you think? Not that I don’t like the idea in general, but you might find me a bit wizened after a few centuries.”

The warm hand that had been resting on her hip started trailing a slow path up her body.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your skin. But if it bothers you, we’ll just have to make do without our bodies.”

For a moment Shepard wondered if she was already asleep. Late-night discussions of supernatural existence weren’t usually part of their relationship, but then until recently they hadn’t really had time for them anyway.

“I thought turians didn’t believe in individuals as spirits.”

“Most of us don’t. But there are branches that believe that if a person inspires enough people, they can form a spirit themselves.”

“You mean we could become the patron saints of being badass?”

Garrus chuckled, his face so close to hers that she could feel the motion of air from his mandibles as he smiled.

“Being badass and looking stylish was my idea.”

“I can work with that.”

She reached up to stroke his neck, the texture of his skin and plates still slightly odd to her freshly cloned fingers. While the thought of sharing the ages with Garrus as disembodied entities of faith didn’t sound all that bad, she much preferred his living, breathing, tangible presence right next to her. But she couldn’t deny the idea that he thought of her, of them, in terms of forever and afterlife made something glow with unexpected joy in her heart.

Still, she kept her voice deliberately light as she said, “And here I thought you weren’t even sure if you believed in the spirits in the first place.”

He cupped her cheek in his hand, fingertips rasping slightly over the stubble of hair that was finally starting to grow back in. She turned her head slightly to press a kiss against his palm and felt more than heard his soft sigh.

“If it means I can spend eternity with you,” he leaned forward until their foreheads touched, “I’m willing to believe anything.”


  Newt Scamander x Reader

 394 Words

 Prompt requested by anon : 11. Christmas party

 You backed into a corner near the fireplace with your hands gripping a mug full of eggnog, making a lousy attempt to hide from the people filling the Goldstein apartment. The space was decorated beautifully with colorful lights, something you’d normally enjoy. However, Tina and Queenie had invited some co-workers to a holiday get-together. To clarify, you were trapped in a cramped apartment filled with people you didn’t know. You gulped down the eggnog and prayed for something to make this evening better.

 As if on cue, Newt stepped beside you, sipping from his own cup of eggnog. You admired how the lights made his eyes glisten and how his coat was sliding off his shoulder. “Pretty,” You commented mindlessly.

 “W-What?” He choked on his drink and spit some of it back into the cup. With wide eyes, you brought your hand up to cover your mouth and muttered a curse.

 “The l-lights, I-I mean. The lights are p-pretty.” You stammered, pouring the rest of the eggnog into your mouth. This evening seemed like it was only going to get worse.

 You placed the cup on the fireplace mantle and made way to the guest bedroom, but a hand grabbed your wrist before you could get very far. “Ah, do you want to dance?” Newt questioned. His voice was an unsure whisper, but a sweet tone was evident.

 About a second after you nodded, he eagerly pulled you close and placed his hands on your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed to the soft holiday music. No one else was dancing, so you both looked like an odd pair dancing in the corner. You ducked your head into the crook of Newt’s neck to distract yourself from the people sending you funny glances.

 Newt must have been nervous, too, because his hands were shaking against your waist. “Would you like to see a newborn Occamy?” he whispered, his shaky hand lacing into yours.

 “I thought you’d never ask,” You replied, running giddily down the hallway hand in hand with Newt.

 It was now midnight, and a variety of magical creatures were covering your sleeping figure. A niffler was curled into your side, an occamy was twisted around your arm, and the list goes on with creatures snuggling up to you. Newt smiled, knowing this was better than any Christmas party.



Ive finally finished making Emma and Lotte’s San Myshuno apartment, and as you may have noticed, it’s somewhat… whats the word…?

ah yes, shitty.

Listen, I am a huge fan of the whole “young lovers trying to make their way in the big city on a shoestring budget” trope. Unlike the original four, whom I’ve been putting in swanky surroundings since day one, I want to see dear Emma and Lotte work their way up to success in San Myshuno. Which means they have to start out working minimum wage jobs to pay for their gross, cramped apartment filled with thrift shop furniture until they start making enough to afford a place that doesn’t constantly lose power.

It’s the lesbian rom com of my dreams

Of course their first place isn’t all bad. They manged to spruce it up with some pop-art and string lights. Plus there is a fairly spacious balcony with a decent view. But one of the lot traits is “fixer-upper”, so I assume Emma is going to be breaking out her repair skills fairly often. 

(Also, despite the fact there are two bedrooms, Emma and Lotte are going to be sharing the master bedroom. the second one is for the roommate im going to introduce later.) 

Imagine snapping at Lucifer due to a stressful day at work.

Word count: 633

Request by: @shititskatelyn

Pairing: Friend!Lucifer x Reader

A/N: I kinda made the ending fluffy <3.

Stress built up slowly throughout your day at work. Firstly, colleagues would not stop talking with you when you had to finish a paper for a deadline meaning you skipped lunch in order to finish it. Then, your boss insisted that it had to be re-written as it was ‘not up to the company’s standard’s’. This lead to you staying back 3 hours over time before you finally completed the work and got home.

You slammed the door to your cramped apartment as you let out a long sigh. Throwing your work bag on the opposite side of the room, you fell down onto the sofa and buried your head in your hands letting out yet another sigh. Even the tiniest things today annoyed you.

“Someone’s mardy,” you felt the seat next to you dip down slightly.

You removed your head from your hands and looked up next to you only to return your head back into your hands seconds later, with an annoyed groan, when you saw Lucifer. Not today.

“Oh my god, just leave me alone please” you murmured.

“I can assure you my father has nothing to do with me being here,” sarcasm laced his voice causing you to groan once more. You were certainly not in the mood for Lucifer’s shenanigans today. Any other day would have been fine, in fact you would have most likely thrown back some sarcastic comments jokingly (he was your best friend after all), but today was not your day.

“Y/N I can- “Lucifer began to say another witty comment but your patience was pushed to the limit.

“No Lucifer, I’ve had enough today. I’m fairly certain all my friends hate me because I haven’t spoken to barely any of them, apart from you, in ages because of work. Then today my boss shouted at me because the work wasn’t ‘good enough’ when I spent all lunch and over time trying to get it right, I’m probably going to get fired-“you shouted at Lucifer pacing the room back and forth. Your vision became glossy as tears filled your eyes, “and now you’re here to make my life more of a living hell by teasing me. I can’t handle it anymore.”

Lucifer’s smirk slowly faded off of his face once he saw your tears and realised how much stress you were under. He steadily lifted himself off the sofa, walking over to you before carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

You cried into his chest slightly as he rubbed your back before pulling away.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired. I’m going to go get some sleep,” you said, turning away and walking to your bedroom, Lucifer watching you with concern.

The next day

Light poked through the window bouncing off of the covers you wrapped yourself in. Slowly, you opened your eyes as you stretched trying to wake yourself up.

Moments later, the door to your bedroom opened and in walked Lucifer with a tray of food.

“What’s going on?” you asked sceptically.

“I wanted to apologise, last night made me realise how much I care about you and that you deserve to be…” he paused for a moment thinking of the right words to say, “not stressed.”

“Thank you Luci, but I still have to go to work,” your smile faltered remembering the stress you would be put through.

“Already on it, I had a nice chat with your boss and you have today and the next few days off,” he winked at you before telling you to ‘scoot over’ and climbing underneath the covers with you and wrapping an arm behind your head.

“So I’m thinking we spend today watching movies?” he looked down into your eyes.

“Disney?” you asked him.

“Disney.” He replied nodding his head.

Scared To Be Lonely (sneak peek)

A/N: this has been in my drafts since the day I first saw Suicide Squad…I’ll post the full story if you’re game

Part of you wondered how he knew where to find you. It had been nearly five years since your last speaking. Six since you’d actually seen him. Your last contact had come on a night a lot like this one.

Rick had called you; his mind had been clouded by exhaustion, nostalgia and a side of alcohol. He was locked away in his tiny, cramped apartment the clock across the room holding his attention. It had been ten past midnight, officially making it April 22nd. He wasn’t sure if it was his lack of sleep pushing him towards the border of insanity, or the empty bottle of whiskey on the bedside table, that made him dial your number. Although he’d deleted it from his phone years before, it was permanently engrained in his mind.

It had rang four times, Rick promising to hang up if it reached the fifth.

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Imagine #19: Haunted By His Eyes

Request: hi! um, I want to request an imagine based off of Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift ❤️ um I love your stories and yes such love. much love 💕

You and Peter were best friends since early childhood. You grew up together across the hall, each in their own cramped apartments with their families. Each one just as miserable as the other, but both surviving because you had each other. The two of you were the perfect love story, two friends who fell madly in love and believed they were to be together for forever. You two would sneak out to the rooftop to lay under the stars, you would talk for hours about nothing and everything. Peter always talked about running away, leaving the cramped apartments and all the people behind, and when his green eyes light up at the thought of leaving with you, you knew that even Heaven couldn’t help you.

Even though you two were madly in love, you learned he was bad for you. He always got you in trouble at school, he taught you the tricks at conning people on the streets, and he made you the perfect thief. Except you didn’t care. Every time you looked up at him you would feel yourself swell with happiness. You knew nothing lasts forever, but you hoped this would.

The day you two went to Neverland was unexpected. You were on the rooftop, but instead of laying on your usual blanket Peter was pacing back and forth, constantly looking to the skies. You had grabbed his arm, “Peter, what’s going on?”

He stopped and stared down at you, a grin covered his face, “There’s this place, Y/N. We can finally get out of this town. You and I, we can go to Neverland, be young forever, be together forever.”

At that moment a shadow flew down, Peter looked to him and had no hesitation walking over to him. He glanced over his shoulder to see you frozen in your spot, “Y/N, are you coming?”

You felt light headed, your mind was racing. What about your family? Your friends? What about making something of your life? What about proving everyone wrong? “I..” you started, but couldn’t seem to form words.

His eyes turned pleading as he held out his hand, “Please, Y/N. This is everything we wanted. It won’t be perfect unless you’re there with me.”

Once again you got sucked into his green eyes, and you knew in that moment that you were his. You grabbed onto his hand and he grinned. You two were whisked away to Neverland, to rule over the island, to be young forever.

Living on Neverland was great. You two were free to do whatever you wanted. You ruled over the island, learned the terrain. You were in bliss. Eventually Peter started to bring other children onto the island, and together you made the band of misfits, of lost ones a family. You and Peter were happy.

Until the day he changed.

Peter always had an undying hunger. You knew this of him, but it was never a true problem at home because there wasn’t much for him to take. He had to have everything, at home he had to have all of you. On Neverland he had to have all the power.

It started with him learning the pan flute and how to lure lost children to him. He learned about the magic in it, and he knew he needed more. He left for a week’s time to find the shadow. You weren’t sure what happened on that trip, but when he came back he wasn’t Peter anymore. It was his eyes that gave him away, they were darker than before. That excitable spark that he always had became a malicious look.

Then his attitude came through. He used to laugh and joke with the kids, they were all about the games for innocent fun, but now he laughed when someone got hurt. He punished them for disobeying him, he made games to intentionally cause harm.

That was when you started to call him Pan.

You observed this change in him, and you even noted the change he had for you. Before he loved you with all his heart, now you were a possession that was his. An object that was his and something he controlled. It broke you heart, and you knew in that moment that this wasn’t going to last forever.

You took it upon yourself to fix the damage and destruction Pan had created. You were able to convince the shadow to take away some of the kids, the ones who came crying to you in the night about his cruelty. There were a few boys, and most of the girls. The rest had taken the change with him.

Peter was outraged when he woke in the morning. He came charging into the tree house, eyes practically black as he shook with anger. It was the first and last time he ever hit you. He struck you across the face and you collapsed to the floor, hand placed on your cheek as it stung.

He stood over you, and looked shocked by his own actions. You slowly stood up, tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the boy you once loved, the boy with an excitable spark to run away now a monster before you.

You walked up to him and placed your hand on his cheek. You gave him a sad smile, “Peter, I’m going home.” He went to protest, but you shook your head. “It’s the end. We are no longer who we used to be. We no longer love each other.” You let out a sob as you forced yourself to stare into his eyes, “Say you’ll remember me, standing in the nice dress on our rooftop, staring at the sunset. Please tell me you’ll remember me with red lips and rosy cheeks.” You let out a shaky sigh, “Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just in your wildest dreams.”

He leaned down and captured your lips with his, desperation and heartbreak poured into the kiss, and he pulled away. His eyes pleading with you to stay, “Please don’t go Y/N. I love you, I need you with me. This is our dream, it isn’t complete without you.”

You felt your heart shatter and you knew you would never be fixed after this, but for the first time in your life you looked into his green eyes, the same eyes that always melted you, and you shook your head. “I can’t Peter.”

You walked away from the tall, handsome boy and to the window. The shadow grabbed onto your arm and flew you away from Peter. Leaving him staring after you. His heart broken and his spirit crushed.

You left Neverland that day, and took Peter along with you. Your memory floated around, a constant reminder of what he had lost. He always remembered you in that nice dress, with red lips and rosy cheeks. He always stood at the top of his thinking tree during the sunset, knowing that out there somewhere you were looking at it too.

AU (Tianshan Week: Day Five)

Title: Phasing Away

Summary: There were many things Mo Guan Shan expected at his new cramp, cheap and small apartment. Leaky ceiling, squeaky bed, loose floorboards and similar broken stuff. The one thing he didn’t expect was the black-haired asshole of a ghost that was haunting the place. (Ghost Roommate AU)

Rating: T

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To Mo Guan Shan the apartment he had found online had seemed to be a miracle sent by god at the beginning. He had been trying to find a cheap place to stay and had less than a week to find the apartment he wanted.

So while surfing online for a place to stay, he had come to the apartment with a very low rent. From the barely visible and very blurry pictures he saw of it online, it had a decent looking bedroom and fully equipped kitchen.

It wasn’t the best of places, but hey, beggars can’t be choosy.

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Matt: Egh.. I just thought the coffee would make me look more sophisticated and mature. Heh, but you know since I already am~.. and besides I thought the beverage would help you guys relax a little, since you two were more.. down than usual.. so I thought, getting you out of those cramped up apartments and somewhere more calm would get stuff off your minds. 

Edd: That’s.. actually the nicest thing you’ve done for us in awhile, Matt.. you know despite the fact that you don’t seem really bothered by.. you know.. but still it’s nice of you to suggest to go out. 

Tom: Yea, and you’re actually paying for this? Surprisingly nice of you, if you ask me, heh. 

Matt: So does that mean you guys will finally praise and love me??

Tom: …
Edd: …Sips

Merry Christmas Holly!!

I was so excited to get you Holly ( @geniewithwifi) for the Secret Santa exchange!  I love following your blog and reading your fic and thoughts on Arrow!  I hope you have a blessed holiday season! - Hannah ( @smoakedup)

Kitchen Fails to Kitchen Wins

Felicity sipped from the mug of spiked hot chocolate while her employees laughed and joked around her. The Holiday party was in full swing and she was glad that everyone was having a good time. It had been the most profitable year that Smoak Industries had since she started the company in her cramped one bedroom apartment with Curtis six years ago and she had made sure that her employees were well taken care of for the holiday season.

She had poured everything into her company and now that it was paying off it felt worth it. She had sacrificed a lot through the years, friendships and a love life and it usually didn’t bother her, but the holiday season amplified her loneliness.

“You know,” Curtis said quietly, interrupting her thoughts, “you could at least pretend to have a good time.”

She glared a him over her glasses. “I am having a good time.”

Her Vice President scoffed. “That look on your face doesn’t scream fun. It screams root canal.  Does this have anything to do with…”


“You don’t know what I was going to say.”

“I don’t want want to talk about my ex-boyfriend.”

“Fine so you did know what I was going to say…”

“Curtis I’m fine,” she insisted. “I swear.”

“I believe you.”


“And because I totally believe you’re fine it’s time for my Christmakkuh present. For you.”


“Let me have it okay? I was obsessed with The O.C. for awhile.” Curtis replied and pulled a bright red envelope out of his inside jacket pocket. “Anyways, Happy Hanukkah Felicity. From Paul and I.”

“You didn’t have too…”

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Drabble Day 15: Marriage of Convenience

It started with tax benefits. “Think of how much we’d save filing joint taxes,” Sasuke said over a dinner of cheap Chinese takeout in their cramped two-room apartment, made even smaller with the addition of Hinata’s piano and Sasuke’s paintings. Not exactly a dream home, but the rent was as low as Konoha city apartments were going to get. “All we’d have to do is go down to the Clerk’s Office and get a certificate.”

“We might even get a discounted dinner on Valentine’s Day,” Hinata said, smiling.

“So, Hinata Hyuga, will you marry me?”

Give Yourself To the Rhythm! (Lucio)

Originally posted by a-sinner-apparently

Pairing: Lucio/Reader
Words: 590
Warning(s): None
A/N: You’re right, my frog son doesn’t get enough love! I hope you like it and I apoligize for any mistakes,,, I started writing this at 12:15 am lmao
Request:  Can you maybe do something with Lúcio & his S/O? Frog boy doesn’t get enough love

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Bit of a short version than I’d have liked but I managed to fit in all the ideas I had. This one is again for @georghiousophia (who has perhaps one of the most difficult to spell URLs that I’ve ever type). I hope you enjoy it - I should be uploading a couple more one-shots today because I’ve been writing them over the course of the week. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Omg I loved it so much THANK YOU ❤️🔫 PLEASE DO PART 2

“Castigations and Celebrations” (Part 2)

Part 1

Your wooden dining table took up a lot of space in your sitting room. The dimly lit apartment was cramped and untidy but it was home. 2 windows let a little evening moonlight into the room and it complimented the yellow glow of the candle that sat in front of you. The solitary cupcake sat on a plate in front of you – gloating. You quickly blew out the candle protruding from the top and sighed as the wonderful smell of a freshly extinguished candle filled your nose.

Happy Birthday, you thought to yourself.

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