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(Loki x Reader) Can’t Sleep

Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

A/N- Can’t sleep….too much netflix…decided to write something completely random…and I didn’t edit so sorry for typos…also it’s summer in Australia and it’s so effing hot so I can’t sleep…so here it is. also dat gif tho😍

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It was about 1:00 in the morning, and you were lying on your bed in the Avengers tower. It was summer, and the past several days had been extremely hot, including the nights. You tossed and turned agitatedly because the heat was making it impossible to sleep. The tower had a minor power surge two days ago due to one of Bruce’s experiments, which for some odd reason had made the air conditioning system throughout the tower to be rendered useless. This meant your second restless night in a row.

“Damn it” you whispered, as you got out of bed and quietly opened your bedroom door to get something to drink. You tiptoed down the hall until you noticed that one of the bedroom lights was on, as you could see under the door. You tried to remember whose room this was until you realised it was Loki’s. Thor had brought him to the tower to make amends and even though most of them weren’t so pleased about it, you all got along tolerably. You were reasonably close to Loki more than most. You talked to him quite often and also leant him books from time to time.  

You softly knocked on the door hoping he was awake.

“Go away Thor, I’m not planning on sleeping” he said bluntly.

“Actually, It’s Y/N” you responded.

A moment of silence passed before the door opened and Loki was standing there, still in his usual clothes with a book face down and open on his neat bed.

“Why are you awake?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“It’s really hot and I usually can’t sleep anyway, so the past couple of nights have been just fabulous” you responded, looking right into his blue eyes “I just saw your light on and I wanted to know why you were still awake” you added.

“Well I was just reading, I don’t sleep much either. Do you want to come in?” he asked. You nodded lightly as you walked in and sat on the bed. Loki felt awkward about sitting next to you, so he just floated awkwardly around the room instead, picking up random items and glancing at the floor.

“Is the heat bothering you too?” you asked, in order to break the awkward silence.

“No, I’m a frost giant you see. The heat doesn’t bother me at all” You looked at him and smiled lightly.

“That’s lucky in this weather” you responded as you discreetly looked at the cover of the book on the bed.

“Divergent” was on the cover. You smiled to yourself and looked back at Loki.

“It’s much cooler in here than my room though” you said, watching Loki walk aimlessly around the room.

“Do you want to stay in here?” he asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, you give me books so I might as well give you a slightly more tolerable place to sleep. I must also talk to Stark about how your room is far too small, it bothers me as I assume it bothers you”

You smiled at him and lied on the bed. Loki turned off the big light in the room so there was only one small reading lamp in the corner of the room, which is where Loki sat after he grabbed his book.

“You’re really not going to sleep at all?” you asked quietly.

“Not at all, I don’t mind” he said before he hesitated slightly. “Nightmares you see” he added, looking down at the floor.

“Oh, I see” you say as you bury your head into the pillow. A few moments pass before you get up and walk over to where Loki was sitting.

“Don’t you wish to sleep?” he asked as he lifted his head up from his book to look at you.

“Nope, I can stay up for a while longer, If that’s alright with you?” you respond.

“Absolutely” he says, smirking a little.

You leaned your head on Loki’s shoulder and Loki stiffened at the contact.

“You’re so cold!” you say as you touch his hand with awe. Loki chuckles and looks down at his hand thoughtfully.

“One of the perks of being a frost giant” he says, still looking down at his hand. You smiled at him and continued t rest you head on his shoulder and lean closer and closer into him as time went by. Loki didn’t mind though, he would never say this but he always enjoyed your company.


Later that morning at about 9:00, Thor sat with the other avengers eating breakfast. Everyone was talking about usual topics before Tony noticed two people were missing.

“Where’s reindeer games and Y/N?” Tony asked. The rest of the avengers looked at him thoughtfully.

“Y/N likes to sleep in, so I wouldn’t worry too much about them” Natasha said before she took a bite of her food.

“I will check on my brother” Thor says as he stands up and walks down the hall. He stands in front of Loki’s door and knocks a few times.

“Loki?” he asked, slightly concerned. Thor decides to open the door ever so slightly, and grins when he sees his brother.

You and Loki were on the floor of the room dead asleep, with your book closed and on the floor beside you. You were resting your head on his chest and Loki had his hand almost protectively on your head. You were both breathing peacefully and didn’t stir. Thor slowly closed the door and walked down the hall still smiling.

“He’s still asleep” he responded as he sat down at the table, smiling for the rest of the day.


Why build a tiny house instead of buying existing small house or trailer?

The biggest reason for me is creative empowerment.

There are so many things we aren’t in control over. But one of them, if you have some money put aside, is your shelter. There’s something incredibly validating about building my own shelter.

If you think about it, how many things do you create on a daily basis, vs consume? How much of your individualized potential is being expressed in your daily life, vs molded by others?

So many of us wake up in beds designed for the masses, wearing one size fits all PJs, grabbing our push-button coffee out the door on the way to our increasingly commoditized jobs in the car with the “best reviews”.

Best not become unemployed or you’ll lose access to your pharmaceutically manufactured pills. That would make the CEOs very angry.

I sleepwalked through 3 years of consumption before I finally realized I’m not even participating in my own life!

In my house, everything is exactly how I want. And if it’s not, I’ll have intimate knowledge how to change it.

Solar power, heated floors, loft speakers, enclosed shower, four-burner range… Hell a garden in my living room if I so desire. I can have it all in 150 sq ft. for about $30,000. And go anywhere with all that too. And no one can evict me or foreclose on it.

The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

Warning, this chapter contains strong sexual language, and is smut.  It contains fingering. 

I had never really felt something so disguised by love. A feeling that betrays my mind and feeds my body, and in return my heart becomes vulnerable. Lust. I had never really felt it once in my life, up until now. But I still don’t understand it. The very feeling of it, the desire that bubbles up in your stomach, clouds your judgement and erases any of your critical thinking skills.

Oh how he flooded me with this feeling, the dopamine he released within my brain, the endorphin’s that acted out of pure desire for pleasure, one that he could create and expect for me to return. I had always seen it as a sin, but he makes me see it as an addiction.

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Waking up the Avengers

pairing: avengers x reader

summary: you get to wake up the team in your own way, every morning

(this was a rewrite of an old oneshot, sorry for not including anyone new)

warnings: none

The metallic hallway floor was cold under your feet as you made your way to the shared kitchen of the Avengers, and you silently cursed Tony for not putting in heated floors for the cold New York winters. The sweatshirt you were wearing came down to your hips, just where the thick sweatpants started. Being comfortable was key for your mornings, since you were in charge of waking everyone up and making sure they got ready for the new day at hand. Training sessions never started before 8am, so it gave you time to eat a snack and wake up before going about the routine. There was one time when Thor had just gotten an iPhone and smashed it with Mjolnir the next morning when the buzzer started to go off. Then, the following morning, Natasha threw hers out the window, and on its way out Clint shot it with an arrow. The Avengers were really just a group of people who didn’t know what the hell to do with their phones.

Your first stop on the route was to Steve’s room, he was still not caught up at a decent enough pace to use an iPhone just yet. He lived on the same floor as you though, so he was the breakfast maker for everyone while you were off getting them to wake up. The door always had this creak whenever you opened it, and Steve learned to sleep through it. You walked to the side of the bed he was facing, and after a gentle nudge to his shoulder you whispered, “Hey Cap, good morning.” His eyes always opened slow as he got his bearings, and you took a moment to appreciate his ruffled hair and sleep eyes. Steve’s room was the cleanest out of all the Avengers, it even smelled decent. Steve rolled over on his back, and stretched for a moment before standing and finding a shirt to go into the kitchen with.

Next was Bucky, and you made sure that you took an extra deep breath before stepping into his room. In the past, you’ve walked into a completely nude Bucky who was also spread eagle on the bed. There’s been times where he’s not even in the bed, and he’s with his weapons by the closet. This time however, he was peacefully sleeping and stirred slightly at the sound of your feet padding across the carpet. You made a point to make yourself known as you came in with a little knock on the door. So he happily smiled and greeted you a good morning, in that wonderful husky voice. Bucky’s laugh made you smile as you made your way out of his room and towards the stairwell.

Clint’s room on the floor below was your next stop, and technically speaking it was Natasha’s room as well. They were easily woken up, considering all you had to do was open the door and yell, “Wake up time!” Those two shot up like there was a murderer at their door. A lot of the mornings you had to duck in case Clint was ‘sleep grabbing’ his bow the night before, and sometimes Tasha would sleep with a gun under her pillow after an unsettling mission. They had the blinds drawn in their room so there was no sunlight coming through. So it was difficult to see what you were walking into some times, let alone what time of day it was.

Down the hall from them was Thor’s room, and it was big enough to fit a king. He was also your favorite to wake up, other than Steve. Thor was the happiest to see you in the morning, and in general he was just the happiest one around the tower. Once you opened Thor’s door, you ran and leapt to the King size bed. “Good morning Thor!” You tickled his sides as he started to warm up and adjust to the light streaming in through the large windows.

“Oh lady y/n, you never fail to make me laugh in the morning!” Thor groggily spoke, and his voice was so deep it practically made the walls rumble. His laugh thundered on even as you walked out of his room, and you continued on with the routine.

Tony was next on occasion, but all he really needed was Pepper. However, she was out of town at that particular moment. So you hopped on the elevator, and rode to the top floor. The billionaire was already awake and moving by the time you’d reached his floor, so he took the opportunity to ride with you down to breakfast.

Everyone was sitting around the giant oak table, joking around and laughing about some of the older mission stories. The super soldiers were just now sitting down with everyone, and they still had their “dance around the kitchen” playlist going full blast. People were singing along, and being nice for once while sharing the pancakes that Steve had just made. You took a moment to appreciate the people sitting in front of you, when Thor interrupted your thoughts by putting his left arm over your shoulder, and announced, “We love you the most, lady y/n.”

“I love you guys too.”

SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 2

Originally posted by jennymagicalheart


A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this next part! I have to head to work but I wanted to post it as soon as possible, so I’ll have to go through it and edit any little grammatical errors later!

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You followed Sebastian into the large glass building. He lived in the penthouse loft at the top floor. It was exquisite. Dark mahogany lined the floors of the ivory colored walls. Windows lined the walls facing outward and you could see the entire city from the front door, mesmerized by the lights downtown. You noticed the curtains lining the windows were pushed back, allowing for more privacy if so wanted, but not like it was really needed on the top floor of this building. The furniture was mod-inspired but still relatively new. The furniture looked like it had barely been touched, it’s ivory-mocha blend color matching well in the loft.

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Behind Blue Eyes

Castiel x Reader 

Word Count: 1398

Warnings: pure smut, once again. Because… why not?

**The title doesn’t really have anything to do with the song, just a weird coincidence. And an overused title, but it fits. Enjoy.

(Not my GIF)

You gripped the teal fleece blanket that gently rested on your legs and tossed it onto the floor. The searing heat that had slowly built up under your skin was finally becoming too much. Every time you closed your eyes, deep blue eyes stared back at you with an ominous spark behind them that drove you wild.

But he hadn’t acted on it yet, which drove you wild in a very different way.

Sure, sex with Castiel was delicious. The feel of his flushed him under your fingertips as he rode you… wow. But every encounter over the last several months had been in the same place, same time. Planned. You hated to admit it, but it was starting to feel so vanilla.

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Under Fire- Yoongi(m)

Originally posted by lethargicmin

They say: “go big or go home.”

(m)- mature | word count: 3543 | Dom!Yoongi + Sub!Jimin

@yeum, @bangtanmacaroon, @jackoffjae, @chiminiipabo;))

request(s): Hello, i reaaaaallly love your smut stories! Can you do a studio sex with namjoon or yoongi? [+] Can you write a Suga smut, where you guys are at the studio, you try to get his attention but it doesn’t work, so you flirt with Jimin and you get punished [+] All I ask is Yoongi cuffs, whip, blindfold, thigh highs ;) 

a/n: guys things get a lil rough and really cray proceed with caution

He’d been ignoring you all damn day, giving short replies to your texts by telling you he’s at the studio. Busy, busy, always busy, always working. It’d been nearly two weeks since you’d been able to spend any alone time together, let alone any naughty time, and the craving for Yoongi to be buried deep inside of you has burned a hole in your chest, has ruined your favorite pair of panties while you lay in bed with one of his shirts, thinking about him.

About how lovely his hands would feel sinking into the curves of your body, gliding over your skin, down your stomach, between your legs… You’re desperate, eyelids fluttering closed when you rub your thighs together for some sort of friction that’s so unsatisfying compared to him it hurts. The only thing you can think about is him. He’d hardly come over, opting to stay in the dorms with the rest of the boys since it’s a great deal closer to the studio. He probably hasn’t been eating very well, if at all. And he definitely hasn’t been eating you. Which are both big problems.

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A Shared Victory

Inspired by this sketch of Jack in the beanie and Bitty in his cap where Jack looks so in love oh my god you guys I can’t….

Bitty clears the plates from the dining room table, stacking them on top of each other so he can carry them in one hand and the empty wine glasses in the other.

It’s just the two of them. Two plates. Two sets of silverware. Two glasses. But that doesn’t stop Jack from being impressed by the ease of which Bitty carries them.

He can just add that to the list.

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  • property brother: i’ve got some bad news. the entire basement is held together with duct tape and popsicle sticks. it’s going to add to the budget.
  • couple: are you KIDDING ME???
  • property brother: also, all the plumbing is old as balls and needs to be switched out, that’s gonna add to the budget
  • couple: this is exactly what we DIDN’T want to hear!!
  • property brothers: also, everything inside the walls and ceiling is asbestos and you guessed it, it’s gonna add to the budget
  • couple: how are we supposed to PAY FOR THIS??
  • couple: anyway we just popped by to say we’d like you to add a third story and heated floors and the entire kitchen needs to be made of marble
Memory 1/2

My prompt for this week was “Finding something that has been lost.” It ended up being 11.5k words long, so I will post it in two parts. 

This one got me so excited! Please let me know what you think. :D

This is a bit of psychological memory/dream fun for Tony. 

Please look for the cut!

Sometime after Howard died, Tony had started dreaming of Captain America. In his dreams, Tony called him Steve, and Steve called him Iron Man. They fought side-by-side, Steve in his familiar patriotic uniform, Tony in a suit of armor that let him fly. At the end of the fight, Steve would put a hand on his shoulder and call him Shellhead. He would smile, even covered in dirt, and sweat, and blood, and Tony would feel like he was flying with his feet firmly on the ground.

When the grizzled captain of Howard’s survey vessel had shown up asking where his grant had gone, Tony had considered throwing him out. Instead, he’d put on two layers of long underwear, bought a parka, and gotten on a creaky boat to go explore glaciers. Just like the old man had year-after-miserable-year.

The water rocked him to sleep, and he dreamed of Captain America in Tony’s mansion home. Tony saw the mansion through the eyeslits of a helmet, with Steve ahead of him on the stairs. They moved together through the house, and Tony had the strangest feeling that they were having a conversation he couldn’t quite hear. It seemed like his ears weren’t working exactly right.

Steve stopped him as they crossed into the kitchen, and turned to face him. Tony was aware of Steve’s hand on his arm, but he couldn’t feel it through the armor. He imagined he could, though, the warm expanse of his palm pressed into Tony’s skin, long artist’s fingers curled around his bicep.

“I miss you, Shellhead,” Steve said. He set his forehead against Tony’s helmet. “I miss you. Come back.”

“Back?” Tony asked, but his voice wouldn’t carry through the helmet. “I’m right here.”

“Come back,” Steve repeated, and pressed a kiss to Tony’s helmet. “I’m waiting for you.”

Tony woke shivering and coated in a slick layer of sweat. He ducked further into his sleeping bag and wiped clammy hands across his face. His lips were chapped and salty with sweat and his feet were both cold and sweaty. He struggled out of the sleeping bag and cursed at the cold floor even through two pairs of socks, and squeezed himself into the tiny head. He tried to be grateful that he had a private bathroom and shower, but it was hard to do when he was hung over, freezing, soaked in sweat, and barely had room to turn around between the toilet and the shower stall.

He shucked off his sweaty long underwear and stepped under the spray as soon as it was warm enough not to give him frostbite. The first touch of the warm water made him convulse with shudders, and he danced in a quick circle around the chilly tile. Fog rose up against the glass door to obscure the rest of the head, and for a second Tony could believe that he was back in his dream, showering after a battle. For some reason, even looking at Steve –Captain America, Christ, his subconscious was on a (kind of) first name basis with Captain America – Tony was sure that he had to keep his identity a secret. Captain America was Steve and Tony was Iron Man.

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Nightmares and Solace

Nico sat up in bed panting and sweating. The covers were tangled around his legs and his heart was pounding through his chest. He gasped for air and tried to calm down, running his fingers through his hair and pulling hard. He scowled into the darkness and whimpered like a little puppy.

He was fine, he told himself. He was safe. There was no voice, no fire, no monsters, no heat. Not in camp. Still, he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking or get a grip on himself long enough to pull free of his covers.

The worst part was waking up alone. Waking up to a lonely, dark cabin with no one to assure him he was okay. He was on his own when it came to that. Usually he didn’t mind the solitude. But at moments like these, when terror gripped his heart so tightly he couldn’t breathe or think, he wished his cabin was full of siblings like everyone else’s.

Nico took a deep breath and sighed as he sat back against the wall. He didn’t want to go back to sleep. And judging by the dark blue tinge in the sky and fading stars outside his window, it would be morning in about an hour anyway.

He stayed awake, looking out his window until he saw the lights in the Apollo cabin flicker on. They always woke up first. The Hypnos cabin was the only cabin that never turned their lights on. They tried to sleep in as much as possible- even that meant not waking up until the next afternoon.

The door to the cabin opened and Will stepped outside, his arms crossed, and a smile on his face. Nico felt those funny skeletal butterflies flutter around his stomach again. He was shortly followed by Apollo who looked gloomy and tired.

It was sort of funny to see them together. One had brought him to camp, the other made him stay. Despite his uneasiness, Nico smiled.

As the morning went on, and the sky became brighter, the other cabins woke up. Soon campers were all over the place, mostly going to the pavilion for breakfast. Nico figured he should leave his own cabin.

He got dressed and walked over to the Apollo cabin, and Will smiled at him as he neared him. “Morning, Nico.”

“Morning,” he answered. He nodded at Apollo who seemed lost in his thoughts. “Breakfast?” Will nodded and fell in step with Nico.

As they ate, Nico busied himself with food, and the Apollo kids talked among themselves. Someone dropped their tray and the resonating sound made Nico jump in his seat. He could still hear that voice in his head, and it made him tense and nervous.

He stood abruptly and Will turned to him with a confused look. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be right back, okay?” Will frowned, but he nodded, and Nico turned away. He started for the Big House, unsure yet of how to explain. He wasn’t sure Chiron would be very lenient with this, doctor’s note, or no doctor’s note.

Hesitantly, he knocked on the door. “Come in,” he heard. He walked in and found Chiron in his wheel chair eating cookies and drinking tea. “Hello, Nico,” he greeted.

“Hi, Chiron,” he said anxiously. “Uh, I wanted to ask you something.” Chiron nodded, encouraging him to continue. “Well, it might sound kind of crazy, but…. I wanted to know if I could maybe… get permission to… sleep in the Apollo cabin?”

Chiron’s bushy eyebrows furrowed together in a scolding look. “Now, Nico, you know I can’t let you do that. And I don’t care if you have a doctor’s note, it’s-”

“I don’t,” he interrupted. “I don’t have a note. Will doesn’t even know I’m asking this.” Chiron pursed his lips and grumbled. “I have nightmares. Really bad ones.” The disgruntled look on his face melted away into confusion. “About… Tartarus.” Nico cleared his throat. “I know what it sounds like. But I wake up alone in my cabin, freaking out and screaming, and I… I just want someone else there. It’s not just because of Will, okay, it’s Kayla and Austin, and the other Apollo kids. They’re… my friends. I just don’t want to keep waking up with no one to help me anymore.”

Chiron took a deep breath and huffed through his nose. He rubbed his beard thoughtfully and sighed. “Alright,” he granted. “I forget just how much you’ve gone through, son of Hades. Forgive me. I’ll allow it, but- there had better not be any funny business, okay?”

“I swear,” Nico promised, feeling relieved. “If you must know-”

“I don’t.”

“The most that’s ever happened is a kiss on the cheek, Chiron,” he continued anyway. Chiron raised his eyebrows in surprise. Nico shrugged. “It’s still new to me. The whole ‘feelings’ part of it…. And I guess it still seems a little strange? You know, old habits die hard. And this is a very, very old habit.” He shrugged again.

“Nico…. Ah, child. Mr. D had very strong feelings about you.”

“Excuse me?” he questioned. He knew who it was, but he didn’t understand what Chiron meant.

“Did you know that Dionysus is also god of transgender people, effeminacy, and he took it upon himself to go ahead and be the patron god of homosexuality?” Nico choked on air and felt his cheeks go red. “When you met him, not only were you ecstatic to meet him, honoring him greatly in doing so, but… he knew about you, my dear boy.” Nico furrowed his eyebrows. “If I recall correctly, when you ran away from Percy, Dionysus called you a troubled young man. Percy didn’t understand, but I noticed Dionysus’ interest towards you. He was… in his own way protective. I know it can be difficult to accept that part of yourself, but you have this home now. The gods themselves-”

“If you’re trying to tell me I’m completely normal, thank you, but…. Chiron, I don’t think I’m anywhere near normal. I mean… I was born in the 1930s. I was stuck in time, and then it turns out I’m half god half human? And I can talk to spirits and I have a room in the Underworld for whenever I want to visit, I mean…. None of that is normal.”

Chiron smiled a kind, warm smile that made his brown eyes twinkle. Nico wondered how he’d suddenly started spilling everything out to him, but there was no going back. “No, I suppose not. But who wants to be normal when you can be extraordinary? You’re a hero, Nico. Embrace that. And let yourself be happy.”

Nico chuckled and smiled at the centaur. “Huh. Yeah. I guess you’re right. Normal’s overrated.”

He scratched his head awkwardly, but before he could say something else, the door opened. “Hey Chiron, do you think- oh. Hey, Nico.” Will walked in slightly confused. “What are you doing?”

“Just talking to Chiron,” he answered.

Will nodded and turned back to Chiron. “So we were wondering if maybe you could tell the harpies not to scratch us when taking our food? And maybe tell them to let us finish first?”

Chiron chuckled and nodded. “I’ll take note of that. Also, Will, could you please set up another bed in your cabin?”

Nico fidgeted and Will furrowed his eyebrows. “Do we have another new camper?” Chiron glanced pointedly at Nico and Will turned to him in question.

“Um, actually, I asked if I could sleep in your cabin.” Blood rushed to his cheeks as Will’s blue eyes widened. “I get nightmares,” he explained. “And I just thought you and Kayla and Austin could… you know help me when I wake up from them.”

“Oh,” he said in surprise. “Oh, okay.” He smiled, giving Nico a warm happy feeling. “Well, when you’re done here, come on over to the infirmary, okay? There’s some campers with some nasty cuts.” He glanced at Chiron expectantly.

“Actually, I think… we’re done?” Chiron smiled and nodded. “Yeah, so let’s go.” He followed Will out of the Big House and to the infirmary.

For the rest of the day, Nico felt a little better. About himself, about the night to come, and mostly about this new relationship with Will. It helped a lot that Will never pushed him to do anything. He never tried to hold his hand, he never tried to kiss him, he never got too close. He never did anything to make Nico uncomfortable. He let Nico set the pace, and Nico couldn’t be more grateful.

That night, Nico went into the Apollo cabin nervously. The others whispered and gave him surprised looks, but Will calmed them down. “Don’t get any ideas, he’s here with good reason.” He led Nico to the bed they’d set up for him. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?” Nico nodded mutely as he looked at the bed.

Will walked away to his own bed and the other campers shuffled around in their PJs to their own cots as well. Nico took off his jacket and changed into a looser shirt to sleep in. As he got into bed, he noticed some of the Apollo kids giggling at Will who looked very red in the face as he got into his own bed on the other side of the cabin.

He ignored it and laid down as someone turned off the light. He’d be okay. It was alright.

Suddenly, he was looking into Percy’s bright green eyes as snow settled around them. “Take care of her. Promise me!”

Percy hesitated before nodding. “I’ll do my best.”

Suddenly a scream ripped through the air and Nico gasped. It was Bianca. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he did. But when he started running to look for her, he found himself at that same tunnel-like entrance with its unnatural pull.

“No, no, no,” he pleaded. He tried running the other way, but it was too late. He was being pulled down again, and he couldn’t even scream as he fell into the depths of Tartarus. “Not again,” he pleaded. “Please, not again.” He stood shakily and began walking. He’ made it out before, he could do it again.

Then, a voice like razorblades cut through his dream. “Oh, son of Hades. Do you really believe you can escape again? You may control the dead above, but you have no power here.” Nico tried to ignore it, shivering despite the heat. “Run, little boy, run,” the voice cackled. “You can never escape. I promise you that.”

Nico realized he’d been going in circles. He was going in circles and he couldn’t find a way to stop. He could see anything, not a river or a monster, or anything but the dark, barren floor. “Not again,” he whimpered. “No, no, no!” He fell on the floor, and felt the heat sear into his skin, burning him mercilessly. He let out a blood curdling scream.

Suddenly, he was sitting up in bed, the lights were on, and several voices around him were whispering. He wasn’t alone. It wasn’t dark.

He realized there was a strong pair of arms around him, shushing him as he gasped for air and shook violently. His shirt was matted to his back, soaked through with sweat, even his hair curled together in wet clumps at the nape of his neck and against his forehead.

He heard several gentle voices saying his name, asking if he was alright, if he needed anything. “Guys, hold on, let him catch his breath,” Will said near his ear. Nico gripped his shirt tightly and curled into him, hiding his face. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe. You’re perfectly safe, Nico. Sh, sh.”

“Here, I brought some water,” Kayla said in a hushed voice. Will pried Nico’s hands away gently and took the glass. Nico was shaking too much to hold it himself, so Will helped him drink it. Someone else put a cold cloth against his face, and pushed the hair out of his face. Another person had their thumb against his wrist to check his heart beat.

Nico took a deep breath and finally took in his surroundings. The Apollo cabin. The Apollo kids. Even Apollo himself was looking at him worriedly. They were all around him, but not close enough to freak him out. They were all looking at him curiously, worriedly, some with that determined look of a doctor.

Then right in front of him, sitting on the edge, was Will. With his hair in a mess from his pillow and his kind smile, and relaxing blue eyes. “Will,” he breathed in a hoarse voice. He leaned forward and wrapped his arm around him gratefully. Will chuckled in his ear and hugged him back.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Feel better?” Nico nodded and pulled away. “Do you want to talk about it?” he shook his head. “Okay, that’s okay. Alright guys, go ahead and go back to bed.”

“Th-thank you,” Nico stammered before they left. “Thank you.” Several of them gave him sunny smiles before leaving.

“Here,” Austin said, handing him a shirt. “You soaked that one through. I figured you could use another.” Nico took and smiled gratefully.

“Okay, arms up,” Will said softly. Nico gulped and did as he was told. Will was careful not to touch his skin as he helped him change his shirt. He was blushing slightly, and Nico could see his freckles a little more as he did, but Will remained calm and collected. “Let’s get you back to sleep okay?” Nico began to protest, but Will shushed him and pushed him back gently to lay down. “You’ll be fine, you dork. We’re all right here.” He fixed the covers for him and kneeled down beside him. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Can you get the lights, Austin? Thanks.” Austin did and returned to his bed.

Meanwhile, Will remained kneeling next to Nico. Without giving it much thought, Nico poked a hand out from under his covers face up and offered it to Will. Slightly surprised, Will put his hands into Nico’s and their fingers interlocked. His fit perfectly between the spaces of Nico’s and Nico sighed in content.

He shut his eyes and Will began to sing softly for him. His voice was husky and melodic. It sent warmth through Nico. Peace and serenity. He laughed lightly and Will stopped singing. “What?”

Nico laughed again, and in a sleepy voice, he said, “You’re my solace, Solace.”

Will chuckled and said, “And you call me a dork.” He squeezed his hand lightly and resumed singing. Slowly, Nico fell asleep. But this time, he dreamt of himself as a little kid, laughing, running down wet cobblestone streets beside his sister as a gentle laugh from behind them followed, calling their names.

anonymous asked:

What's subaru reaction when he wake up in a spa one day and sees beautiful women every where in thier towers and the girls don't give a shit because is ones those spas both genders are getting the same treatments oh by the way this is ayatos and latios prank! 😆

♥Subaru: …What is this? My head… Fuck…

Subaru found himself covered in sweat. He slowly got up from the hard, wet floor. The heat and the steam in the air made him feel dizzy and confused. But then, he heard something… A feminine laughter. A lot of them, to be precise.

…Where the fuck am I?! And where is everyone?! Hey–

He stopped walking when he felt the air hit against his body. When he looked down, he saw only a towel covering his waist. Subaru panicked. He started running, looking for the exit. He could tell it was near, because the voices became louder. The moment he ran through a big door, reality punched him. Pools, fountains, and a lot of naked women.

No, no, no!!! G,GODDAMMIT! I’m going to kill whoever brought me he–!!

He slipped–

[GRUVIA FAN FICTION] For Our Tomorrow Chapter 7

It’s finally– FINALLY!– here!

For Our Tomorrow 

Chapter 7

Review at FF.net!

The mission hadn’t uncovered any clues on E.N.D. Neither had the mission after it or the one after that. Gray and Juvia both kept their eyes and ears open for any hint of their targets the entire way back to the village, but to no avail. No one had heard of the book, but everyone had heard of its master and eventually they realized rumors surfaced easily but rarely held merit. They would need to dig deeper and go after bigger prey with more sinister motives to find what they were seeking.

With Tartaros gone and Zeref in possession of the book, there was not much else to go off. They circled back to the village late in the evening three weeks later with nothing to show for their efforts but a few extra jewel and weary muscles. Gray had to admit that the idea of having his own space to rest in was tempting. Juvia had spoken highly of the things she wanted to do when they made it back to the house, and the closer they came the more he could feel his own anticipation build.

A warm bath. A good meal. A nice chair, fresh clothes, a bed in its own private room. Even after only two days in the house, it was still the most familiar place he had. It didn’t make it a home, but he couldn’t deny that Juvia had been right; having somewhere to base out of made the missions easier, and gave them somewhere to relax when leads were scarce. He liked having something to return too instead of drifting.

The trail diverged through the wood and narrowed, forcing them to walk single file instead of side by side. Gray led the way until it opened to the clearing and fence that surrounded the house. A package sat by the door and the light on the porch was on, but otherwise it looked exactly the same as they had left it, an awkward structure in the center of a forest.

“We’re back.”

“No, Gray-sama.” Juvia came beside him, the weariness in her body masked by the warmth of her face. “We are home.”

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Nemi ships

Lake Nemi, Italy

1st century CE

The Nemi Ships were two ships, with one ship larger than the other, built by the Roman emperor Caligula in the 1st century AD at Lake Nemi. Although the purpose of the ships is only speculated on, the larger ship was essentially an elaborate floating palace, which contained quantities of marble, mosaic floors, heating and plumbing such as baths among its amenities. Both ships featured technology long thought to be recent inventions. It has been stated that the emperor was influenced by the lavish lifestyles of the Hellenistic rulers of Syracuse and Ptolemaic Egypt.

There is considerable speculation regarding why the emperor Caligula chose to build two large ships on such a small lake. From the size of the ships it was long held that they were pleasure barges, though, as the lake was sacred, no ship could sail on it under Roman law implying a religious exemption.

The Unusual Exorcism

by reddit user _moomy

This isn’t like the usual stories I post but damn is it good:

I’ve heard several times that ghosts follow certain “types” of people. These people are perfectly normal in every way. They live their lives the exact same way you do. 

Only, when they’re alone, doors have a way of opening by themselves, light bulbs burn out and they hear soft footsteps creaking through empty wooden hallways. 

Around them, odd things seem to happen far too often. Everyone has probably been around a person like this at some point. Someone with just a few too many stories you don’t want to hear at night.

I am one of those people.

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Winchester Family Meeting

Originally posted by marilynmay

Pairing: Balthazarxreader, Winchestersxsister!reader, Cas
Word count: 1,089
Request: Anonymous. One shot where reader (Youngest Winchester) is secretly dating Balthazar,so one day TFW catches them making out in a motel room and after that they have a really awkward familly meeting.
Tagging: @nerdflash @faegal04 @damalseer @i-am-not-a-freak @vika-hiddles @mein1928 @craftersdust @panic-everywhereabouteverything @snow-leopardfetishist  @myspnsmutsave 

 Quickly, you rolled over, pretending to sleep. “Sis?” Dean knocked softly as he opened your door.

You ‘woke up’, and looked at him. “What?” You groaned.

“We have a hunt. You coming?” He gave you a small smile. Since you’d turned twenty, they started being more reasonable when it came to you hunting.

Yawning, you nodded. “Yeah, let me get some stuff together.”

“See you downstairs in ten.” He said before shutting the door and walking out.

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Alex & Maggie || If Today Was Your Last Day


Maggie’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as she filed into L-Corp with the various SWAT members, weaponry aimed at the Cyborg Hank Henshaw. After a few minutes it was clear that nothing they were doing was working. Bullets bounced from the murderous man’s frame like they would have from Supergirl, and the heavier weaponry was actually starting to ricochet back at them.

Suddenly the man roared and lifted up the huge L-Corp sign, ripped it in two, and threw both pieces in opposite directions. One half went towards Miss Luthor, which was intercepted by Supergirl, and the other smaller piece, which flew at a much slower pace, headed in the direction of the scattering SWAT and NCPD teams. Maggie was unlucky enough to be a half a second too slow in noticing the object flying towards her, having been hidden behind a SWAT Member at the time. He took the brunt of the hit, but was propelled backwards into her along with the cinder block.

Maggie swore she felt a few ribs snap from the impact, a shrill cry escaping her lips as she went down, her lower half pinned down rather painfully by an at the very least unconscious SWAT Member and the small L-Corp sign fragment. Grunting, she forced her upper half up onto one elbow, bracing herself as she aimed her service weapon at the Cyborg. Firing off the last of her rounds, she blanched as the man turned on her and fired off a laser before disappearing.

The laser hit home hard, knocking Maggie off balance and back to the floor as heat and pain bloomed in her shoulder to join in with the jumble of other aches and pains, her vision starting to go dark as her ears began to ring. Vaguely, she heard Supergirl calling out her name, as well as the crushing weight on her legs disappearing, before she lost consciousness.


td122609  asked:

Hey, totally having a moment over here and I need your help. I've been thinking, what if our sweet little Sammy has an absolutely filthy mouth in bed? Any way you could write that? And have a mentioned that I adore you? :D <3

I took a few liberties with your request. I hope you don’t mind. 

Sam x Reader

Warnings: Smut. 

Tags: @cyrilconnelly, @impalaimagining, @spontaneousam, @barbedwireandbubblegum, @teamfreewill-imagine, @abbirae99 @bohowitch, @winchesterprincessbride, @justcallmelosechester

Sam’s been sending you messages while he’s on the road. 

The first message takes you off guard, you’re squeezing avocados in the grocery store, on a mission to make homemade guacamole and slip into pajamas, when your phone makes the tell-tale *ding* customized for his messages.

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Unforgivably Weird

Request: I really enjoy your writing!!! They are fabulous!!! Could you please do Wonwoo and #16 from the list? Thank you so much!!! Love ya💕

16) Your bias reads fanfics without knowing you are the author.

Member: Seventeen’s Wonwoo x Y/N

Type: Fluff

I sat beside Wonwoo, my knees brought beneath my chin and sighed. I tilted my head in his general direction, analyzing his features as he paid attention to the screen before him, a laptop balancing precariously on his knees. 

He was focused, his eyes squinted through his famous lenses without glass as stared at the screen. I followed the line of his jaw, up his face, gazing along his cheekbones and back down to his lips, a straight line of concentration. 

I sat like this on occasion, just analyzing him. We enjoyed silence sometimes, so I took the opportunity to simply look at him. His appearance was never boring and I could look at him for days. 

“Wonwoo?” I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder. “What are you reading so intensely?”

“Nothing,” he said lowly, his voice a rumble. 

“That’s funny, nothing looks an awful lot like words on a screen,” I clucked. 

“Nothing of your concern is what I meant,” he chuckled, continuing to read. 

“Aigoo,” I whined, squinting at the screen myself. Wonwoo moved it slightly further to the left, just enough out of my view so I couldn’t see. 

“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to think you’re reading some sort of plot to break up with me,” I said quickly, lifting my brows. 

He read a bit more before slowly turning to me. “You’re going to try that route, hm?”

I smiled, looking away from him. Wonwoo never cut me any slack. He was quick and witty with his words, so he never took silly threats like that as something to seriously consider. 

“If it comforts you to know, I’m not reading how to break up with you. If I was going to do that, I’d make Mingyu send you a text message.” he said with a cocky smile. 

“You wouldn’t even break up with me yourself?” I gasped, clutching my chest in mock shock. 

“You know I don’t do well with crying,” he said with a wink. “Mingyu handles women’s emotions much better.”

“You’re terrible Jeon Wonwoo,” I grumbled, nuzzling in closer to him to get a look at his screen again. “What is it? Don’t you trust me?”

“With my life,” he nodded. “Not my browser history.”

“Yaaaah,” I groaned, leaning my head back onto the wall. “Your so cold to me.”

“Only when you’re being a pain,” he smiled, nuzzling his nose into my shoulder this time and placing a quick kiss on my cheek. “Will it make you feel better if I let you know?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I’m glad your catching on.”

“You know me, slow with the uptake,” he laughed, rolling his eyes. He turned to face me, crossing his legs and closing the laptop. “So…I have a guilty pleasure…well it doesn’t really pleasure me…”

“God, stop saying the word pleasure,” I groaned. 

“Well, when I’m bored…I always find myself googling my name…or any of the other members. To be honest, most of the time I’m hoping something embarrassing will pop up to use against them at a later date, but half the time I get stuck on my own google search results,” he continued. 

“And then….?” I nodded, lifting my brows. 

“I always end up on these stories that people write,” he sighed, lifting the laptop open again. “Like where it has the reader….interacting with me or one of the guys. The more realistic the better…sometimes I swear the writer knows me. Sometimes I’ll read about the hyungs in Monsta X or BTS. This one writer, she’s really good…her screen name is…*insert your url*. She writes so well.”

I choked on the air I was breathing in. It felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach and I winced. 

“Have you read anything like this before?” he asked, genuine curiosity on his face. “I guess it’s technically fanfiction…but I like the idea of going on all of these romantic and fun adventures…admittedly, sometimes I’ll read it…and just put your name in where the blanks are.”

I wasn’t sure if Wonwoo was being sweet or creepy at this point as I stared down at the screen. I licked my lips, unsure of how I should respond. I had come face to face with my own blog. My boyfriend had literally been reading my own fanfiction for god knows when. 

“What’s wrong?” Wonwoo asked, tilting his head as he watched my expression. “Do you think I’m weird now? I mean…I was weird before…but like is this unforgivable amounts of weird?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed after a few moments. “Does it make me unforgivable amounts of weird if I confess that I’m the writer of you favorite fanfiction blog?”

“I-you-what?” he stuttered, his eyes growing wide. 

I winced as I slid the laptop back to him and nodded. “You-me-yes.”

“Well…can’t say I was expecting that,” he nodded slowly, placing the laptop on the floor beside him. 

“So…” I trailed, refusing to make eye contact with him. I tried to watch him out of my peripherals, but all he did was stare at me blankly. After a few moments of silence, he slowly began to nod, a smile finding itself on his lips. 

“It’s kind of endearing,” he said quietly. 

“What?” I groaned, finally looking him directly in the face. 

“Your weirdness,” he nodded, a full grin on his face. “And it’s kind of impressive.”

I remained silent, not even realizing I was holding a breath until I let it go when Wonwoo began to speak again. 

“I mean…thinking logistically here, there have to be thousands of people writing fanfiction, right? And I happened to stumble on your page…and like what you write the most? Don’t you think that’s impressive?” he chuckled. 

“Well…I guess if you look at it that way,” I said quietly, looking to my feet. 

“If your worried…that I think your odd…or think any less of you…you don’t have to worry,” he said, tilting his head as he smiled at me. “Writing is your hobby…I knew that…I just didn’t know what exactly you wrote.”

I nodded slowly, feeling an ease spread over my tense shoulders. So I wasn’t going to get broken up with for writing about my boyfriend and his friends. 

“I will just…leave a suggestion in the air though…” he said, his smile wide before he even began the words. “Lay off the smut, yah?”

It took a moment for his words to dawn on me. I furrowed my brows. “Wonwoo - I don’t write smut…wait…you’ve been reading smut about yourself?”

Wonwoo laughed a bit too loud at my reaction. “I hear I’m incredibly impressive in bed.”

I rolled my eyes, flopping backwards onto the floor. My face was heated with embaressment. “Now that was unforgivably weird.”

Originally posted by yeolaf