hopefully this is what you wanted anon

anonymous asked:

I want to improve my art so much, but that is hard to do when I never practice. I've heard to only draw when you feel like it, but I never feel like drawing anymore. What do you think I should do, to start getting my inspired feelings back and actually draw for fun, instead making it feel like a chore?

hm maybe trying to get more into fandoms and such? (if youre into making fanart) looking for inspirational artists usually helps for me. also im just basing this off personal experience but i usually lose motivation when i have a time limit (or if i know i need to be doing something other than drawing lol) so i guess it’s nice to allot some time for it, a day where you know you wont have to do anything and you can just relax and do what you want. you dont have to get into it right away, it helps to be patient.

Young God

Lucifer x Reader

A/n: I didn’t add the him questioning part in but it’s still (hopefully) what you wanted!

Warnings: like barley any blood, light Luce torture (for now), is the reader being sassy a warning? Language as always. Nothing bad.

Requested by Anon: Can I have an imagine where lucifer kidnaps the reader hoping to get information from her and kill her, but as he questions her he realizes he likes her a lot even when she’s covered in blood?

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He was so dead. It was all you could think about. Sooner or later the Winchester’s, also known as some of your closet friends, would have to come save the day. If they even realized you’d been kidnaped by the damn Devil. Why might you be kidnapped by the hotshot of Hell? Maybe because he’s got issues and thinks torturing you for information is the way to go. Logical right?

You were in some cracked out abandoned house. Same story, different kidnapping. This wasn’t your first rodeo either. The two asshat demons that had taken you from your totally peaceful and mundane dinner were standing by, guarding you before the man himself walked in.

His very presence dropped the temperature a good ten degrees at most. Instantly creating a visible path of goosebumps trailing along your exposed arms.

“What part of grab and go don’t you understand?” His decaying facial features were obviously not impressed with the wound on your head.

“Did you really think I would just go quietly?” You have no time for the black eyed bastards to answer him.

With a wave of his hand they were gone. Leaving you alone with the surprisingly cute Devil.

“What a peculiar thing you are…” with his right index finger, he trailed lightly along the lining of his lips as he pouted them slightly outward. “No wonder the wonder boys are so interested in you.”

Your eyes merely rolled at him, which you kind of sort of regretted. He was well, him.

“If you think you’re getting any information on where Joshua’s Horn is, you’re barking up the wrong vessel pal.” The words practically spat from your mouth.

A pleased yet amused smile was on his lips. “Right down to business then.”

“Why waste time making conversation when you just plan to dig into my mind anyways?” Where was all this courage coming from? Wherever it was, you liked it. The feeling it gave you.

Out of no where, a sharp vibrating noise began ringing throughout your ear drums. The sound only grew louder with each time you attempted to resist it from entering.

“Oops. You’ve got a little…” his hand motioned toward your nose which was obviously bleeding from the pain. “You know, we can just stop the fun where it’s starting if you spill the beans for me.”

Did he really expect you to give in so easily? “We’re just getting started. Besides, if a bad headache and a nose bleed is all you’ve got, I’ll be fine.” Leaning to the right with your head, you wiped away the blood on your old shirt. “I’ve had demons do a better job ‘torturing’ me than your doing.”

His facial expression dropped in a deadly serious way. “Are you comparing me to a demon? Of all the little rats that scurry the earth, that’s your go to?” Lifting his foot he took a step in your direction. Making your heart beat a little faster.

“I mean- if the shoe fits. Then lace that bitch up and wear it Cinderella.” Your mouth had no filter. Oh how you wished it did in this moment.

The powerful man before you just kept advancing in your direction. Until he was a hairs length away from you. The breathing filling your lungs was off and irregular. He noticed this instantly.

“Something wrong? Don’t tell me I’m making you nervous.” Both of his hands were resting on his bent knees.

Leaning forward until your noses were practically touching you spoke in an almost whisper.

“I’m not afraid of a pouting child with daddy issues.” The entire time your eyes remained at a deadlock with his.

Suddenly his back was turned to you, the restraints you had which were holding you to the chair were gone.

“You know kid,” there was a certain kind of pep in his talk. “I might just keep you around.”

In your mind you knew you should be scared. Terrified really. But for some reason- some God awful unknown reason, you loved the rush. The thrill of being around him. Thriving off of the powerful vibe he gave off made you feel alive.

“Better hope you can keep up with me, hot shot.”

Relationship Status - Betty Cooper Imagines (Riverdale)

Originally posted by phebobuffay

Warnings: fem x fem(ff), bullying (ish, it’s more of a comment).

Request: Anon: Can I request a Betty cooper x fem! reader with #18 and #31, please? :)
18. “I think you’re worth much more than that.”
31. “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.“

A/N: I’m sorry this is the only update today. I should hopefully have a regular upload by next week. Also, this is my first ff imagine so I apologise for any unintentional errors in character and portrayal I have made (or any mistakes for that matter). I also didn’t know what direction you wanted this to go Anon so I hope this is what you wanted. Enjoy!! xx

Summary: the reader and Betty have been crushing on each other for a while. One day their repressed feelings become too much for either one of them.

She looks so cute. The crease between her brows when she’s thinking, biting her lip in concentration, god those lips. You couldn’t help but get distracted by you lab partner as she writes down the observations of your latest experiment. Little did you know that when you were conducting the experiment, the beautiful blonde had been admiring you in the same way.

“Hey (Y/N) what were the measurements again?” God her voice! Everything about her is perfect. You give her the measurements and you can’t help but blush when her hands brushes yours. You didn’t get it. Three months ago a touch like that wouldn’t faze you, now it sends your mind into a daze focusing onto one person, Betty. Now it was no secret of your sexual fluidity. You were like the female Kevin only you didn’t get as much as he did. Not even close. So when Reggie started obnoxiously making his way over to you after class you knew you were in for it.

“Oh look, it’s Miss perfect’s worthless admirer. Too bad she’s got better taste than to be with someone like you,” refusing to stoop so low as to insult him back, you grab your stuff and leave. No matter how much he picked on you and how much you pretended not to care, it still hurt and his comments have never left you. The name ‘worthless admirer’ kept replaying through your head and what hurt the most about his remark was the fact that he was right. The realisation of the full extent of your relationship with Betty made you burst into tears. And it wasn’t the ‘you’re gonna cry for 5 minutes and be fine’ cry it was the full on mascara staining your cheeks and pillowcase cry.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Betty’s soft, concern laced voice scares you from your pity party.

“Betty, I’m so sorry. I forgot you were coming over today. Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You ask getting up from your bed.

“No (N/N), I don’t need anything other than the reason for your tears.” Not wanting to confess your feelings to her as a result of Reggie, you lie.

“Reggie called me worthless today and for some strange reason it hurt me a lot more than I realised. I’m probably just being over emotional,” you smile at her. It wasn’t a complete lie but it wasn’t exactly the truth.

“What did he say?” She asks with the concerning her voice thickening as she speaks. She approaches the bed and holds you in her arms, stroking your hair rhythmically.

“He…said I was worthless and that you were going to ditch me for Veronica because she was worth more than I ever could be.” Again, not a complete lie but not the entire truth either.

“Aww (Y/N), you know I think you’re worth much more than that. New friendships I make can’t compare to ours,”

“I know, BFFs forever and always,” you recite the vow you both made when you were younger, sadness lacing the mantra.

“(Y/N)…I don’t really know how to say this but…I think I’m in love with you.” Your eyes widen and you look up at her.

“Betty, do you realise what you just said?”

“Yep, and it’s all true,” and she leans down slowly to kiss you. Waiting half way she waits to see if you’ll return her feelings. You meet her halfway and her soft, pink lips gives you the softest, sweetest kiss you’ve ever had. Kissing her was just as you had imagined it to be. You both pull away and she rests her forehead on yours.

“How about we skip studying today and just watch Netflix and cuddle?” Betty suggests. You smile and give her a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ll be right back with the popcorn.” Two minutes later you return to your room to find Betty under your sheets motioning for you to join her. You climb under the sheets, careful not to spill the popcorn, and cuddle up to her as she puts on a romcom. Halfway through the movie she looks down at you and smiles.

“What?”

“Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”

“Yea, I’d never thought I’d say this but cheers to Reggie’s self righteous attitude for bringing up together.” You comment causing you both to crack up.

“Promise me you won’t ever say that again,” Betty 'asks’ you. You giggle before responding.

“Trust me, I won’t.”

A/N: I hope you all like it!!

Y/N = your name, N/N = nickname

In response to last nights’ announcement:

Watson and I appreciate the concern from everyone! We are glad to hear that many of you are excited to see us back and ready to post (and following this post we will start rolling out answers to the asks we had received in the past month. Sorry again for the long wait!).  

We will only be answering any follow up questions/concerns in regards to that post PRIVATELY ( so you must ask off of anon) (and hopefully we don’t screw up the posting but tumblr is a little confusing at times with what it will let you do) for the next 24 hours. That means any questions we get in regards to us leaving the scriptx will be ignored after February 20th. We did not expect so many people to want to know why. We kind of figured after a month of us being silent that most had moved on and wouldn’t notice.

Thank you all for sticking around, and we promise more forensic content is coming your way within the next hour.

With love,

Sherls and Watson.

Nesting Headcanons

-Omegas start nesting at a young age, like three or four years old, not so much because they need to but because they see their mother do it and they want to do it too. They start with small nests made just about anywhere, their bed, the floor, the couch, anywhere they feel like settling. Their little nests are always filled with small blankies and stuffed toys. At this age they don’t really care who is near their nest, they actually love having people around because they take pride in showing it off

-As Omegas start to get older, around twelve to fourteen years old, they become very dependent on the security and comfort their nest provides. They no longer like people being around it because they’re starting to be able to pick up the scents of other dynamics more and it makes them uncomfortable to have other scents on their nest besides their own

-When an Omega goes into heat for the first time, around fifteen to seventeen years old, they often make a new nest in a dark and enclosed place like their closet. Absolutely no one is welcome in or near that nest, with the exception of their Omega parent who checks in with food and water every now and then, since at this age the Omega usually won’t have a mate to take care of them yet

-Unmated Omegas always have a nest made, mated Omegas don’t though because they have an Alpha to provide them with warmth, comfort and security. Mated Omegas will usually only nest during heats, pregnancies, sicknesses and when they are extremely stressed or sad. Only their Alpha is allowed in these nests

-Whenever an Omega buys a new blanket they will insist that their Alpha needs to cuddle in it with them before it can be used for a nest, because it needs to have their scents rubbed into it

-Little Omega children excitedly building a big nest for them and their Alpha and Beta siblings in the living room on movie nights so they can all be cuddly and cozy together

-When Omegas are building a nest they become very zoned into it and even their Alpha has difficulty getting their attention until the Omega is satisfied with it

-An Alpha trying to be helpful and building a nest for their Omega who is about to go into heat, the Omega being very appreciative of the gesture but as soon as the Alpha leaves the room they rearrange everything the way they like it because Omegas are very particular about their nests

-Omegas are very uncomfortable with any Alpha scent besides their mates being anywhere near their nest, the scents of other Omegas can be comforting at times though

-During summer Omegas build their nests with light sheets and blankets and prefer to sleep naked because they love the soothing feel of the cool linens on their warm skin, but in winter they will use the thickest and softest blankets they can find while wearing fuzzy pajamas and snuggling as close to their Alpha as possible

-A small Omega building a nest and insisting that their Alpha parent cuddle in it with them, “like you do with mama!” and the Omega parent trying not to laugh as their big strong Alpha is cuddled into a tiny nest of stuffed animals and pink flowery blankets

No Love (Part 2) – Jeon Jungkook (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst and some smut of course

Word Count: 1,371

Warnings: sugar daddy!jungkook, slight fingering and dirty talk

Summary: It’s been a while since you’ve seen Jungkook that is until he invites you to discuss the termination of your contract.

Okay so finally, second part of ‘no love’ has been written and I’m actually kind of proud of this omg. There will be a third part of this (hopefully going to be up in the next week or so, it depends on how busy school is). This is dedicated to the people who wanted more of this: @bulletproof-girl-scouts , @bomshellgzb , @joasian and to the three anons. Thank you for the love on this guys *blows you all kisses and gives you all hugs* (ps, there’s barely any nasty nasty in this it’s almost all angst lol)


Part 1 / Part 3


“What do you say, Mr Jeon?”

“Mr Jeon?”

“Sir?” Jungkook was tapped on the shoulder by his secretary. He shook his head a little and snapped out of his daydream, all eyes were on him. Fuck. He hadn’t even been listening to anything going on in the meeting.

“I’m sorry. Jisoo, please reschedule the meeting again for this coming Friday and I’ll see you gentlemen then.” Jungkook stood up and bowed a little before leaving the seven other men and his secretary, Jisoo, in the room all looking at each other awkwardly before an elder man spoke up.

“This is a waste of time. It’s the second meeting in two weeks he’s rescheduled. He can’t keep doing this. We need to come to an agreement!” the CEO of Soo-man Industries slammed his hand down on the table in fury. “His ignorant father should never had given him the company if he was going to run it like this. He’s too young to even give a damn about it!”

“Sir, please calm down. He’s going through a tough time regarding some family issues.” Jisoo tried her best to come up with an excuse to cover for Jungkook’s weird behaviour, again.

~

Jungkook was on the other side of the door. He could hear Mr Sooman yelling at Jisoo, he felt sorry for her. She was always the kind that was too kind to someone and tried not to hurt anyone’s feelings no matter how rude they were to her. Maybe grumpy Mr Sooman was right though. Maybe he was too young to know how to run a company. He was considered to be a very successful man at the young age of 21, but he couldn’t help the fact his dad wanted him to take over the family business.

~

“Mr Jeon,” Jisoo sighed. “You can’t keep rescheduling these meetings. They need to know if you’re okay with the idea of them–”

“I know Jisoo god dammit!” Jungook sighed before running his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry Jisoo…I know I can’t but I just…I don’t know anymore.”

~

It’d been close to a month since Jungkook had last seen you. Three weeks and five days of being without you. Being without your warm touch at some nights. Being without your body under his writhing with pleasure. He missed it. He missed you. But there wasn’t anything he could do. You’d made up your mind, business was strictly business and he’d failed to keep his promise.

He couldn’t keep being a fucking mess if you weren’t there. He had priorities. He needed to keep the company going, money needed to be made and he was just there sulking over the thought of losing you. What the heck was he actually doing?

Nothing had been ended between the two of you officially, but Jungkook needed it too happen soon so he could forget you once and for all, or at least try too.

~

“Here, take a seat.” He pulled out a chair for you to sit down on, still being the gentleman he was.

“Thanks, Jungkook.” You took a seat. Wow this was more awkward than you wanted it to be. “So…” he began talking and he took out some documents from his folder. “You already know why you’re here.”

“Yeah…you told me over the phone Jungkook.”

“Oh…yeah.”

“Anyway, I’m just going to keep it short cause you don’t need to be for any longer than you need too.” You only nodded back to him, not bringing yourself to say what you really wanted to say.

A part of you didn’t want whatever you two had to end, you’d missed the way he’d laugh while he was around you, the way he held you in his arms the next morning when he’d gone a little too rough on you, the way he’d make you breakfast sometimes and ended up being late for work and meetings – but a part of you knew it wasn’t okay to any extent, he’d told you what you were, just a toy for fucking and you were nothing more. What you two had was purely sexual, nothing more and nothing less.

“So…all you really need to do is sign here and it’ll be over. I’ve already transferred the money for this month into your account.” He stood up from his seat and walked over to you and placed down the papers and a pen in front of you.

“I just need to sign here yeah?” you asked as you picked up the pen – Jungkook hesitated a few moments before breathing out a small “Yes”. It only took a few seconds for you to think it over, ink flowing onto paper – and it only took a few more seconds before your signature had been completed and you stood up.

“I…should go now I guess…”

“Did you drive here?”

“I caught the bus–”

“I’ll take you home.” Jungkook spoke as he picked up his jacket and slipped it over his shoulders.

~

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby.” Jungkook groaned into your neck as he ran a finger up your clothed pussy, a moan emitting from you. “Jungkook, please do something.” You panted, desperately wanting to be filled up with his fingers, but most of all you needed his cock.

He only hummed back at you before he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed your clit with his fingers. “Oh f-fuck, Jungkook…”

“You like this baby? You like it when I rub you like this?” You could only whimper at his remarks. “Come on baby, I asked you a fucking question, I expect to be answered.” He growled and stopped rubing your slit.

“Yes! God yes, I love it Jungkook. I fucking love it.”

“That’s what I was looking for baby.” He smirked before resuming his activities. “Do you like it when…”, he stopped speaking and slipped two fingers into you easily, a loud moan being heard from you, “I put my fingers into you like this baby? Buried knuckle deep into you hey? Do you like that baby?”

Fuck, Jungkook yes, I love it, so so much.” Broken moans were escaping your lips.

~

How had you two gotten into your apartment and on your couch and getting intimate? Well the car ride to yours had been pretty awkward to say the least. The silence was literally killing you – all you could do was stare out the window very very awkwardly.

Jungkook walked you up to your apartment since it was late and you stood outside your place. Just as Jungkook was about to bid goodbye, you smashed your lips onto his. You didn’t know what had come over you but his lips on yours felt so damn right.

You were the first one to pull away from the kiss. “What…was that for?” Jungkook’s voice broke the silence.

“A present. Let me give you one last present before you go Jungkook.” And that’s all it took for him to come inside.

~

The next morning you woke up being hugged to Jungkook’s tones chest. You smiled to yourself at how incredibly cute he looked, you wouldn’t be seeing that anymore. Red lines were formed all across his chest from last night.

You got out of his hold and slipped on a sweater and some panties, tying your hair up and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the both of you. You were too caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Jungkook walk into the hallway.

“Hey…don’t bother making breakfast for me. I’ll grab some coffee on the way to work.” His morning voice, damn you were going to miss that.

“Oh…okay.”

“See you then…” he picked up his jacket from the couch and slipped on his shoes.

“Will I, see you again?”

“Don’t know…” He looked back at you with a pained expression. This was emotionally hurting him. He didn’t want you to go, but it was time to let go. He hoped the girl he had fallen in love with was going to become nothing more than a memory.

Originally posted by tahyns

feedback is appreciated and requests are open :)

Got7 as youtube gamers

A/N - Something a little different here requested by an anon. So I’m going to basically list each of the member’s youtube counterparts plus the type of games they play most. And hopefully it gives some of you the opportunity to find more youtubers to watch hehe~ Keep on sending in your requests everyone!

Mark: OMGItsFirefoxx. Doesn’t care what people think and just plays whatever the hell he feels like, regardless of some people’s opinions. Plays a lot of new and popular games that gets everyone really hyped and interested.

JB: Cryaotic. Has that whole ‘mysterious no facecam’ aura when really he just wants to play some good games y’know. Loves to play in depth story games so he can really immerse himself and the audience into the video.

Jackson: Markiplier. Everyone knows him and everyone loves him. He’d really like to do fan created games, much like Markiplier, because it gives him the chance to showcase their hard work and how talented they are.

Jinyoung: Ohmwrecker. Been around on youtube for absolutely ages and is finally getting the appreciation he deserves. Would love playing old style games that get everyone feeling all nostalgic as they watch him.

Youngjae: ZeRoyalViking. He’s fun, cute and just a genuinely nice guy. He’d love playing multiplayer games so he can have a chill time recording with some of his best friends. Youtube should just be having some fun with mates, right?

Bambam: JackSepticEye. Has become pretty well known on youtube and is one of the most humble youtubers around. Plays a mixture of everything from random stuff to thought provoking storylines.

Yugyeom: BryceGames. He’s just here for the fun. Loves games and loves recording stuff. Probably plays a lot of random games he comes across while searching for something completely different.

Thought You Forgot About Me

Title:  Thought You Forgot About Me

Author:  Emily

Pairing:  Thomas Shelby x Reader

Dates Written:  Thursday, July 14, 2016 - Friday, July 15, 2016

Date Posted:  Friday, July 15, 2016

Word Count:  2,067

Request:  Yes!  “Hiiiii I would like to request a Tommy Shelby (loooovvvee him soo much,so fucking fine lol) reader known the shelbys since she was a little girl,but got sent away,years later she’s back to visit them,reader capture Tommy attention cause how beautiful she grew up to be causing the Shelby boys to flirt with her,Tommy gets possessive and protective over her”

Author’s Note:  This is my first request and I have never been so excited and nervous!  I really hope that you guys and the anon who requested this enjoy!  I do feel though that this one is kind of a let down but hopefully not!  Feel free to request what you guys want to read!  And if there are any Supernatural fans, we have a SPN imagine coming soon from our amazing writer, Jordan!

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Heyyyaaa can I get a scenario with taeyong when we have twin baby girls and he comes back after some long tour and sees them and you can also put smut in there if u want it’s up to you honeypie k thankyouuuu x 

You can’t be any happier when your husband finally comes home.

me: the worst at doing scenarios on time
you guys: keeps in sending scenarios.
this one is legit from like, two months ago what are you doing people… i’m the worst. hopefully the anon who sent this in likes it ^^

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I’m Sorry- Carey Price

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Ok so I don’t know how I feel about this one. It took me a bit to come up with how I wanted to do this, but hopefully anon, you enjoy it! I think I got what you wanted, if not, let me know please? Also who watched the Habs? Yes the loss still stung, but not as much (at least for me)!

Warning: None

Anon Request: Can you do a Carey imagine where he has a kid with Angela but they broke up so now he is dating you, but him and Angela are still close cause their kid. Then at the ASG you are kind of forgotten and then a picture shows up of you clearly upset and Carey and you talk about it?

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              You were being stupid. You totally knew it too.

              Ok so she was beautiful and smart and super funny and you were even friends with her! You knew she was still close with Carey because of Liv and that they had grown apart because they were just too similar, but it just…

              Stung.

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The Vegas Lights

Anonymous Asked:   I have this idea in my head and I was hoping you’d be able to do some justice for it. I was wondering if you’d be able to do a Spencer x reader where the reader is a magic con artist and she is involved in a case in Las Vegas and Spencer starts to fall in love with her.

Author’s Note: This is probably how I’ll post stories from now on, just so its easier to look at. Also I apologize for my absence I was really struggling and having a hard time but hopefully I’m back. Because this is what I love doing and I love hearing from you all. I know this isn’t probably what you had in mind anon but it’s where my brain went so enjoy. P.S. Not edited so sorry for mistakes, I’ll fix them later but I really wanted to post something. 


You were working your usual area, outside on the strip under all the neon lights. You needed a bigger, open space to work your shows, made it easier to take cash without anyone noticing. You missed your stage, but when times were tough you made do with what you had. Today felt like your day. You were able to get your new wardrobe, your new tricks were working without a hitch and you already had more cash than you should carry in the Vegas streets. Now, it was time for your final act.

That’s when you noticed the detective. She was a fiery spirit, older, and really didn’t like you. Interesting development, she was being followed by two other detectives. You took another look as you tried to pull the crowd closer to you; they weren’t detectives they were FBI. Sadly this meant you couldn’t pull off your real final act, so you’d just have to settle for a disappearing illusion instead.

You had what looked like a changing tent on wheels; it was circular and had a long black curtain that dragged on the ground. It was perfect and you borrowed in from the shop that was behind where you were preforming so it wasn’t your responsibility to clean up. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ll need a volunteer who’s very good at walking.”

“I’ll volunteer, (Name).” The detective called to you, but she was still working her way to the front of the crowd with the two agents.

You tsked. “Sorry detective, but you just got here so that’s not very fair.” You grabbed a girl who was in the very front and you enclosed yourself inside the curtain. “Okay, sweetheart, I need you to spin this thing around three times, and then the detective will pull back the curtains and I’ll have a surprise waiting for her.”

Of course, you were standing in the back of the crowd by the time she pulled back the curtain. You would have gotten farther but you really liked the look on the detectives face when she pulled aside the curtain to find you missing. You quickly slipped on a sweater, and as cheesy as it was you also put on a pair of fake glasses. But it did help you blend easier in the crowds Vegas seemed to draw in. You were checking behind you, trying to see if any of the agents were coming after you, when you walked straight into someone.

 

Spencer had a feeling that you’d escape the moment you saw the detective, so he kept his distance from the scene while Derek and Emily followed the detective. He couldn’t get a good view of you from where he stood but he could see the act. He was able to see you escape, but then he lost you in the crowd. He was scanning to see if you somehow got ahead of him, when someone knocked right into him. He wasn’t expecting it and the person was going at full force so that you both fell onto the ground.

Well, Spencer fell onto the ground, while you fell on top of him. You groaned in pain, before bolting up to a sitting position. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Spencer looked up, and recognized immediately that you were the suspect they were looking for. But he felt his breath stolen away from him, as he got lost in your beauty. It was more than that of course, but he couldn’t stop his heart from racing at just the mere sight of you. As a profiler, Spencer could see your ability to care and be gentle even with your tough exterior. All these complex thoughts raced through his head in a matter of seconds but he suddenly became extremely aware that you were still sitting on top of him. “I’m alright, but could you get off of me? I have a thing about germs.”

“Right and we’re on the side walk, in Vegas.” You quickly stood up, and Spencer could see you wincing as he got up too.  

“Are you okay?”

“I just scraped up my hands a little, again, I’m sorry.” You made a move to walk away, but since you were the suspect they were looking for, Spencer couldn’t let you leave.

“I have some bandages and some antibacterial spray in my car. It would be best to get that taken care of.” Spencer saw the indecision on your face, but he also noticed the way you scanned the crowd behind you and saw the detective, Derek, and Emily heading towards the two of you.

“That sounds…” You gave one last look at the detective before interlocking your arm with Spencer’s. “Wonderful. Please, let’s go right now.”

Spencer started to lead you back to the SUV’s they came in, when you suddenly jumped away. He didn’t know if you were on to him, so he didn’t say anything until you gave him a shy look, blushing slightly.

“Sorry! You said you had a thing with germs, I have a tendency to invade personal space, sorry about that.”

Spencer was more surprised that he didn’t even really notice, he was always worried that something about her seemed familiar to him. He rubbed his arm suddenly feeling nervous. “It’s no problem. My car is right here.”

You inspected the SUV, and Spencer couldn’t have timed it better. Right then, the Detective and the rest of his team walked up. The Detective had handcuffs on you before you could even let out a curse.

“Come on, (Name), we need to bring you in for some questioning.”

So that’s how you ended up in an interrogation room. Glaring daggers and the cutie that conned you here, along with one of the other agents who caught you.

           Cutie started the conversation. “So, (Name), you’re a magician?”

           “That’s the best name for me, Spencer.”

At his confused look, you only smirked. The cuffs luckily didn’t stop you from reaching your pocket. You pulled out his official F.B.I. ‘badge’ and threw it on the table. He quickly swiped it up, still looking a little lost of when you were able to grab it.

“So you mean you’re a con artist.” You think her name was Emily, Agent Emily. She obviously didn’t like your tricks.

           “I preform, people pay me, and I’m good at a little slight of hand. I used to have a professional stage but now I do just fine on the streets.”

           “Your stage? Where you used to perform with your partner Stephen Roth?”

           You rubbed your head. If you were here because of that idiot you were going to lose it. “Doesn’t he go by something else now, what was it? Stephen Shade?”

           Spencer finally spoke up again. “Shadows.”

           “That still sounds shitty.” You felt a little tension grow in the air. You should have guessed, F.B.I. wouldn’t be coming after you if Stephen was just bad to his old habits. “What happened? Did he do something?”

           “You don’t seem surprised that this is about him.” Emily noted.

           “Yeah, well he was an asshole with a gambling problem and violent tendencies.”

           “We suspect him of committing five murders. All of young and attractive women.”

           Well that stopped you. Murder? But he promised you he was getting help, why would he lie to you? After you forgave him even, for stealing your show.

           Emily gave Spencer a look, apparently it was a surprise to them that you didn’t know about this. “This must be quite shocking for you, but it’s really important that we find him before he can hurt anyone else. According to our profile we don’t have much time before he grabs his new victim.”

           You shook your head, probably too aggressively but you couldn’t believe this. You didn’t want to believe it.

           Spencer spoke to you now, softly in a tone that brought a sense of clarity to your head. “You can help us, and help him. We just need to know places that he’d be, he’s not at his house or anywhere near the stage he performs at. Is there any place you know of that he’d be?”

           You did, you knew exactly where he’d be.

           But you weren’t telling them that.

           Spencer watched you exit the police station, not being able to shake the feeling of him doing something wrong. What was he supposed to do chase after you? His eyes lingered on the door too long, he was caught.

           “Pretty boy, what are you thinking?”

           Spencer tried to snap himself out of it but he couldn’t. “She wasn’t saying everything. I think she knows something.”

           “What like a partner?”

           “No.” Spencer said with just a bit too much force. “Um, no. Just that she knows something that might put her in danger.”

           At that moment, an officer rushed out of one of the rooms and out the front entrance. The team could hear what sounded like shouting before the man rushed back inside.

           “Agents!” He greeted them while running up to them. “I was watching your informant leave the station on the cameras and she was grabbed down the street almost out of view of the camera. A man in a truck hit her over the head, then dragged her into the truck and drove away.”

           Hotch spoke up, while the rest of the team was already in motion. “Send that footage to our tech analysis, hopefully we still are able to catch up.”

            Spencer was first out the door and instead of waiting for his team; he hopped in one of the cop cars that would be leading the chase. Spencer couldn’t believe that he just let you go, when you obviously knew something. Now you were in even more danger, and he didn’t know why but he couldn’t let anything bad happen to you.

           Before anything you felt the pain. Someone had split open your head you were sure of it. You knew exactly where you were before you even opened your eyes. It was a vacant house, on the bad side of town. You two used to come here to practice new tricks and work on your act before you got your own stage.

           When you opened your eyes, you were disgusted on the point of vomiting. Red and blue lights outside the window lit the room, every stain, every fragment of what used to be a human and a lifeless girl sprawled out on a mattress on the floor.

           Stephen looked dirty, he was scratched up too those claw marks from human nails were visible as he peaked through the window holding a gun.

           “Oh, Stephen.” You groaned surprising him. “What happened to you?”

           “Shut your fucking mouth. Things weren’t the same when you left, no one could get it right like you could.” You saw the crazed look in his eyes, he was too far gone.

           “It’s not our time to die Stephen, put the gun down.” From the corner of your eye you were able to see shadows in the kitchen. You didn’t dare look away, but you really hoped it was that Agent coming to pull you out of here. This wasn’t the Stephen you worked with or knew. This was a monster.

           “ I know… I know what I did was wrong but once I started I couldn’t stop. It was addictive better than any drug, or any performance. But there is only one way out of this for me.” He said tapping the gun to his head, finally turning back to the window. “(Name), I’m not going alone either.”

           You twisted to face behind you, fear starting to take control of you, and were relieved to see Spencer standing there.  If Spencer could trick you into getting taken into custody, than he could handle Stephen. Spencer was gesturing for you to come towards him, so you tried to slide as quietly as you could.

           “You were my partner (Name), you deserve better than a bullet.” He spoke to you while still gazing out the window, but his venomous tone made you pause. “Maybe I’ll let you see exactly what those other girls saw, how their final moments were ended by me.”

           You looked back to Spencer with tears forming in your eyes, your heart was pumping so fast you could barely hear and you felt your breathing start to turn heavy.

           Spencer mouthed at you, still remaining out of Stephen’s sight. “Calm down,” He mouthed. “I’m here, just come to me. It’s okay.”

           You couldn’t take this anymore, you quietly made your way to your feet and now being able to stand ran to Spencer as other agents ran past you towards Stephen. Spencer grabbed you quickly embracing you and covering your ears as you cried onto his bullet proof vest. Gunshots went off, you wanted to scream but it couldn’t escape your throat. So instead you just held onto Spencer and cried as you heard the body of your old friend fall to the floor.

           Once he was sure the gunshots were through he used his hands to hold you and stroke your hair. “I thought,” You mumbled to him. “You had a thing with germs.”

           “You were already on me once today, so just for you I don’t really mind.”

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PAIRING: reader x Bucky Barnes 

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL SEX, SWEARING! 

Request from Anon- Hellooo, I want to ask for a Bucky/reader in which Bucky has his mind under the control of HYDRA and reader tries to calm him down and have sex with him to making him recognize her, and Bucky hurt her and then he came to reality and regret what he did.. Thanks really! kisses

This took me so long to write, ugh i don’t know why but this was a tough one. I may have changed things slightly from the prompt! But hopefully it’s ok! Enjoy x 

GIF NOT MINE!

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

You watched him; your eye’s trained on him like a hawk. You should have seen the warning signs; you had experienced them enough to know when the triggers had started. It was a side effect of the treatment, trying to pull out century’s worth of code inside a persons brain could leave them scrambled and disoriented. You stood at the entrance of Bucky’s room Steve blocked your body away from his, trying to protect you from his friend.

“Bucky” Steve voice was hard; you glanced at the back of his head for a second before your eyes snapped back to your boyfriends. His stance was neutral but hard; his chest was squared up to Steve’s. If you didn’t to anything now they would tear the whole placed down.

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Hello! It is the mystery anon from before, that told you that I was attempting to draw Lexacoon with a flower crown that little Aden made. I tried my best and this is what I could come up with. I didn’t want to outline or color it yet, I will outline it soon. As you can (maybe?) see, I had to redo the eye part a lot haha… ignore it. I hope you like it! I will post another picture once I have outlined it (and hopefully not ruined it, again)(Oh, sorry that this is long, I tend to write a lot when I am ‘nervous’ . And sorry for bad quality…) @immochiball

anonymous asked:

Hello, I was wondering if you would be willing to make a few lockscreens from Dear Evan Hansen? Like something with 'Did you really fall or did you let go?' Or anything from Dear Evan Hansen?

hey anon! thanks so much for your request! i love making stuff for people! sorry for taking a while, i was busy yesterday and didn’t have time to post these until now! but hopefully you like them!

i made a bunch since i wasn’t quite sure what you wanted lol, and i’ve made other dear evan hansen lockscreens too so i’ll link those

the one i’m currently using is here and one that someone else requested is here! so feel free to use those if you would rather! and if none of these really suit your fancy then feel free to request something else, i’ve got plenty of spare time lol. hope you like these though!

and everyone else, feel free to use these or request your own!

Drag Me Down II Mosaic II Jaspar fanfiction

Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me and obviously none of this is true. All events depicted here are purely fictional.

A/N: Y’all know that I love twisting real life events the Jaspar way, let’s say, but I can also turn them the other way… enjoy the angst, my darlings. Also this will be a bit darker than what you are used to, just a heads up.

On another note, as a kind anon told me, there were two minor mistakes in Honey which I have now smoothened out so in case you want to reread it, you hopefully won’t notice! This is what happens when you take too long inbetween chapters :’)

xXx

Take my hand and

Drag me down

Pull me under

Just don’t let go

Until I drown,

In you

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All That Matters

Originally posted by btsfunboyz

requested. || Anonymous.

genre: angst / fluff

characters: Min Yoongi.

word count: 10,332 (I didn’t edit anything IM SORRY)

a/n:  First off, I feel like my writing style is so strange in this and I’m sorry if it turned out weirdly…. I got carried away ^^’ Honestly this entire thing is just a big mess so apologies in advance but I hope you all still like it :’) Tagging @pjiminnie thank you for talking to me about all this and giving me advice hehe even though it turned out quite differently from what I had thought of originally ;-; also tagging @zephyoongist and @taesthetes I hope you guys like it! I hope you’ll enjoy it too anon (you know who you are, hopefully), sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted ;;;

warnings: very tiny hints of smut (not explicit)

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Makeout Session - Mark (Got7)

Your request got deleted a while ago anon but I saw it so here you go. Hopefully this was what you wanted, if not, message us again ~

Mark seems like the type to use a lot of fucking tongue when making out. He’d start out with teasing kisses, you on his lap and his hands under your shirt gripping at your waist. He’d gently peck the corner of your mouth first before sucking on your bottom lip.

I think the pace would speed up really slowly. He would use his warm tongue to pry your lips open, soft moans escaping his throat and hands squeezing you and pulling you closer. Once his tongue is out, you better expect it to spend the rest of the night deeply exploring every inch of your mouth, wetly crashing with your own, slowly and passionately.

He’d love to have you either straddling his hips while he lays on his back, or have your body pressed against the wall with your thighs clamped around his hips. He’d hold your arms above your head so you can’t do anything but whimper as he nibbles on your neck with those beautiful teeth he’s got, teasing you.

If somebody, another member or not, walked in while you were having one of your sessions, I don’t think Mark would be as upset as he would be shy. If anyone walked in, he’d blush and quickly jump back away from you, curling into himself in embarrassment. He’d scream for whoever to get out while hiding behind his hands, cheeks bright red as you and the intruder laughed at him.

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