i have a table set for three

settle down | (m)

• pairing: min yoongi x reader, roommate! yoongi
• genre/warnings: smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers
• words: 14,930
→summary: An unfortunate event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However, maybe through a series of fortunate events, you find yourself falling for him…
• note. this is a remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly (very?) different.

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food truck au 1/??

(inspired by my earlier post)

Anyone who knew Jack Zimmermann would laugh at the idea of him even being able to remember the login for his Twitter account.

No one, not even his parents, would ever suspect that he checked his feed every single morning.

Jack didn’t care much for social media; he was too private a person to ever want the world to know where he was or what he was eating at any given moment. In fact, he only followed three accounts: his mother’s, the official Falconers’, and that of Li’l Dicky’s Southern Comforts. The latter was the only one he actually cared about.

See, Jack Zimmermann had a deep, dark secret – he was in love with the mini apple pies that were sold daily at Li’l Dicky’s. It was the only dessert he ever indulged in on a regular basis, and said indulgences were a secret he would take to his grave.

Every morning, Li’l Dicky’s posted their location for the day. Jack knew the general schedule by heart at this point, but some days the truck switched things up, due to weather or construction or event catering, and Twitter was the only way for Jack to know if he would be able to get his apple pie fix.

It didn’t hurt that Eric Bittle, the owner of Li’l Dicky’s, smiled at Jack like the sun shined out of his ass every time he came by. But really, it was the pies Jack couldn’t enough of. Mostly. Probably.

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An Overrated Cliché

Summary: That Spider-Man kiss video was definitely cliché and cheesy, which is exactly the reason that Spidey and Y/N have to do it.

Word Count: 2235

Warnings: Heights and Swearing.

A/N: casually drops this after almost a year without writing like okay!! okay!! please enjoy this (it has good format!!) :0 and thank you to @buckys-fossil for actually tolerating me and proofreading this, i love you!!! also this is a gender neutral fic!!!! if you followed me when i was strictly an aesthetic blog well then, hello i write fics too

Originally posted by kimtaeyoen

Summer weather was the worst.

Summer holiday wasn’t that much better, what with having cabin fever and all. It had been a week since you had left the comfort of your apartment and three hours since you flopped onto the couch and lay there. All of your friends had been busy, Michelle doing her protesting, Liz with college preparation. It left you with nothing much to do other than lounge around your home.

The fan placed on the coffee table was set on revolve and hit your body with cool breezes. Laying on your side and absentmindedly watching season three of Phineas and Ferb, you felt jealous that those children were creative enough to make the most of your summer. It was a big contrast to you, as you hadn’t done anything the entire few weeks of summer there had been.

A thought suddenly came to mind and you decided to act on it. Shutting off the TV and fan, you put on actual clothes and took care of your hygiene before fixing your hair and pulling on your sneakers. Making sure to had some money and the house key, you texted your mom.

to: mom
hey i’m leaving the apartment for the first time in days are you proud of me

It didn’t take her long to reply.

from: mom
Fine with me, I was about to kick you out and make you do something.

You laughed at her text before tucking your phone away and leaving the apartment and locking the door.

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Sleeping Beauty (Avengers Cast x Reader Drabble)

You didn’t know that the Avengers cast can also be called sneaky paparazzis. Also you love sleeping. Who doesn’t, right?

Word count: 779

Author: @chrixa

“Hi, uh, I’m Sarah and I want to ask is it true that Y/N can sleep everywhere?” A chorus of laughter followed her question. 

“That is indeed true,” you smile at her as you nodded. 

“Oh she can sleep literally any time as well,” Chris adds as another wave of laughter filled the convention hall. 

“The Russos would just call like a 5 minute break and when you look at her she’s already asleep in someone’s lap or shoulder,” Sebastian said.

“Are we really talking about this?” You shake your head at the cast’s excitement. 

“Her favorite spot is Sexy Seabass’ lap,” Anthony smirked at your direction as the crowd cheered. 

“Hey there’s no denying that those thighs are the comfiest pillows out there,” you challenged Mackie with your smirk as well. 

“Really, Y/N? You chose Sebastian over me?” Evans asked you with a fake pout. Sebastian was just shaking his head in his chair. He faced this bickering between the three of you everyday when you were on set. Even sometimes he’d join in, when you guys weren’t bickering over him. 

“Stop whining you big baby,” Scarlett lightly slapped his bicep. 

“There’s one thing she doesn’t know though,” Sebastian said and giving you his famous one-sided smirk. You know something’s ‘bout to go down. 

“Sorry, Y/N, I really did try to stop them,” Mark apologized to you from the other end of the table. 

“What?” You ask, dumbfounded while mentally preparing yourself of what’s gonna happen in approximately three seconds. 

“We all have a picture of you sleeping, sweetheart,” Robert answered while sipping a drink from his glass. Of course they do. 

“You do not." 

"Yes we do,” Evans smiled wickedly. “We even made it into like some sort of competition of who gets the most pictures of you sleeping.” 

“You guys are evil.”

“As if you didn’t know,” Robert’s voice made everyone laugh again. 

“I have one of you sleeping on Evans’ shoulder while he plays with his phone,” Lizzie said. 

“I have a selfie with you sleeping. Look your mouth’s open,” Mackie showed the crowd the picture. 

“Can we go to the next question please?” You cover your face with your hands. They are always either a) embarrassing you or b) babysit you, there’s no in between. 

“But this is the winning number,” Evans said while showing the crowd a picture of you sleeping, obviously, on a couch, on a sleeping Sebastian Stan, still in full make up and costume. Your head was on his lap with your mouth slightly open and his ‘metal’ hand was on your stomach. Evans slides the picture to the right and there you were still in the same position while the rest of the cast was behind you and Sebastian making silly faces. Lizzie even put up a heart sign with her hands. 

You looked over at Sebastian and as you correctly predicted, his face was as red as a tomato. He was shaking his head while his shoulders shake with laughter and covering his face with his hands. “Okay next question please guys,” he said while still laughing. 

“How many pictures of Y/N sleeping do you guys have?” The moderator asked. He’s getting into it too? Seriously? 

You glanced at the table and saw that they were all scrolling through their gallery. “Seriously guys?” 

“Are you guys done counting?” The moderator, Josh, you think, asked and the audience cheered, eager to find out who won the ‘competition’. “Okay hold up your hands on 3. 1, 2, 3!” 

You saw that Robert held up a 3, Mark held up 1 (bless him), Evans held up 7 (seven?!), Sebastian held up 4, Mackie had 5 of them, Lizzie had 2 and finally Scarlett had 4. 

“Yes!” Chris pumped his fist in the air while the audience cheered another wave of excitement. 

“Chris, dear, if you want to take a picture with me all you have to do is ask. No need to be my biggest paparazzi.” 

“You know what, Y/N? I’m gonna post these pictures on Twitter.” 

“And you’ll have to buy me coffee everyday on our next movie.”

“Deal.”

“And ice cream.”

“Fine.”

“And donuts.”

“Do you want a whole restaurant as well?” 

“Okay next question!” Josh finally said. What took him so long?

I just really really wanted to write out this chat log by @randomcreativitybursts

I hope it’s okay


The long, ornately decorated room was hung with portraits, with tapestries and gilt light fixtures all around. A grandfather clock ticked sedately, the only constant noise aside from the occasional tink and clatter of silverware on fine china. Only three people sat at the very end of a rather long dining table that hadn’t seen guests in years. The tension between them was palpable.

Draco carefully set his utensils aside and took a fortifying sip of wine before he spoke, “Father,” he paused until his father glanced up at him, “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” Lucius said stiffly, his hand tightening around his fork ever so slightly.

Draco cleared his throat absently, “Well, you see, Potter a-”

“NOT AGAIN!” Lucius shouted, his fist hitting the table so all the dishes jumped and rattled.

Both Draco and Narcissa jumped at the sudden noise.

“One meal without talking about Potter-” He pointed his fork at Draco, “-ONE. That’s all I’m asking, Draco-”

Draco stiffened,“Father-”

“How the hell did I raise you into this!” He gestured to Draco broadly, his face going pink with rage.

Narcissa frowned, “Dear, please-”

“All you talk about is Potter-” he spits the name, “-nothing but Potter.” He threw his fork onto his plate with a clatter.

Narcissa sighed and reached over to pat Draco’s hand.

“WHY?” Lucius groaned, digging his hands into his hair, “Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter,” he muttered mockingly, “Why don’t you just fucking marry him.”

Draco looked over at his mother in surprise. He glanced back at Lucius and smirked faintly.

“Draco, you mustn’t,” Narcissa said gently.

Draco’s smirk grew. He took the silver band from his pocket and slipped it back onto his ring finger with great care before resting his hand on the fine linen table cloth. 

“So we have your blessing then?” Draco asked casually, picking up his wine glass again, the ring chiming faintly against the crystal stem.

Lucius’ face had lost all colour. He slowly pushed himself up from the table and left the room in complete silence.

Narcissa sighed and flicked her wand to summon a house elf.

“Yes, Mistress?” the elf asked daintily.

“Please follow my husband and tell me where he ends up,” Narcissa said.

The elf bowed and disappeared.

“I think that went well,” Draco said with a self-satisfied smile.

Narcissa swirled her wine absent-mindedly, “I think it was entirely unnecessary, Draco.”

“I have mentioned we were dating before,” Draco said.

Narcissa sighed again, “Yes… I’m beginning to think your father stops listening most of the time when you bring up Harry.”

“That’s hardly my fault.”

Narcissa looked at her son flatly.

The house elf reappeared with a crack, “Master is in the wine cellar.”

“Drinking?” Narcissa asked, concern edging her voice.

The house elf nodded, “And smashing.”

“Oh dear,” Narcissa sighed, “Please retrieve Draco’s wine before he destroys it.”

The elf bowed and disappeared.

“My wine?” Draco raised an eyebrow, “I haven’t left any wine here, have I?”

Before Narcissa could respond the elf was back holding an old bottle with a small tag around the neck. She took it from the house elf, “Thank you, please go keep an eye on Lucius.” She turned in her seat and held the bottle out, “Here.”

Draco took the bottle and slowly turning it in his hands.

“We bought it when you were born, to give you when you got married,” Narcissa said quietly, “It would make me very happy if you would share it with Harry at your wedding.”

Draco set the bottle down on the table to take his mother’s hand, “Thank you, mother.”

Narcissa smiled and squeezed his hand. “Now, I’m going to go talk to your father,” she pushed her chair back and stood, taking a moment to straighten her robes before she turned to the door, “Invite Harry to come next week. I do so enjoy seeing him.”

Draco smiled fondly and relaxed back into his chair, “I will.”

All His - Part 1 (A Kyungsoo Series)

“Hey did you hear? We have a new assignment. Some big group of foreigners coming in for a musical tour.” Your co worker Anna whispered into your ear as you took off your bag and set down your coffee at the big conference table. The phone call you received from your supervisor this morning advising you of the new client and requesting your presence was nothing out of the ordinary, but you were surprised to find several other translators from the firm gathered around the table as well.

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Worry

When Harry is so much of an overprotective Dad, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore.

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ME AND SINCERELY SAME WILL BE AT WONDERCON CA THIS WEEKEND!

I thought I’d make a reminder, but also include my friend Sam because we are going together! but we are at different tables. 

BE SURE TO FIND MY BEST FRIEND SAM! SHE  SELLS HELLA ART LIKE THESE!!!  HER TABLE IS  D-41 in the Artist Alley (under Sincerely Sam) 

Also check out her Tumblr and her YOUTUBE CHANNEL HERE!:

Tumblr:  https://alphakittenoverload.tumblr.com/

Youtube:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHWFjPePV3wAGjDT8Jwm_IA



Then of course I WILL ALSO BE AT WONDERCON AT BOOTH #821 (under WalkingMelonsAAA) with my friend Nicki!!! Nicki sells dog clothes/toys, while I’ll be selling prints like these!

I will have all three of these in normal prints, but also a very exclusive set of these in Metal! And only 5 of the giant Undertale piece in 14x20inch cloth!(obviously all the watermarks will not be there) 

SO COME FIND US THIS WEEKEND AT WONDERCON! :D 

The Friendly Wager (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,978

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking, cheese - I needed something this fluffy ok? haha

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

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Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

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Lost Track of Time

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You were mad, but he was out of patience 

Word Count: 1526

Warning: eh, not really a warning…that is unless you hate the F-bomb and other kinds of curse words.

Originally posted by shishikookie

You were fuming. Here you were, dressed in a stunning gown that you knew he would love and holding a boxed Rolex that you were going to gift him. You had waited for him in the fancy 5-star restaurant where you had gotten a reservation, a reservation that took you at least eight months worth of pay to save up for. But here you were, back in your shared apartment at 1 am in the morning waiting for your boyfriend of two years to come home. Yes, he had stood you up.

You would have understood if he had called you or messaged you. Hell, you would have understood if he sent a freaking messenger pigeon to send you a letter telling you why he couldn’t make it. But guess what you didn’t receive? Any sort of indication from Jungkook on where he was or why he didn’t come. 

On the couch you fiddled around with your phone tossing it up and catching it over and over again, waiting for a phone call or text message from him. Instead of the blaring sound of your ringtone or a notification indicating a message, you heard something else: the opening of the front door. He was home. 

Jungkook crept in and quietly removed his shoes since he thought that you would be most likely to be asleep by now. That’s why he was so surprised to find you awake in the middle of the night sitting on the couch wearing a long gown. 

“Oh, jagi. I thought you were asleep.” You shook your head and scoffed in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t know why I’m awake right now, Jeon Jungkook.” He shifted when he heard you refer to him by his full name. You never used his full name unless you were angry. 

If he wasn’t so tired he would have asked you what was wrong. If he wasn’t so tired he would be doing his aegyo to cheer you up. If he wasn’t so tired he wouldn’t be picking a fight with you. 

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this-is-not-a-forever-home  asked:

Give me a list of reasons why you think either A. Why Dan and Phil are moving out or B. Why they aren't moving out separately.

why dnp are moving out:

• their lease ends in may, and dan says there won’t be live shows for about three weeks or more. coincidence? i think not.
• plus, dans liveshow,, oh b o y. so he’s using his phone but gives no plausible reason as to why he couldn’t be set up at his regular computer? hm.
• and, his room look so e m p t y. his table is cleared off and his wirrow painting is gone.
• when asked about the wirrow painting he answered, “i guess you could say that im relocating it”. if he was just redecorating the room, why would he not just say it? why would he specifically use the word “relocating”? interesting.
• he also said it’s gonna be a busy three weeks,, and i have a feeling it’s not just about australia,, js

why dnp (most likely) aren’t moving out separately:

• their lives are so intertwined. disgusting rlly :/
• no but really, if they moved out separately they would have to separate their belongings, and that seems kind of difficult when you literally own everything t o g e t h e r.
• i truthfully don’t feel that they would want to move apart from each other when they have the gaming channel. it seems way to difficult to upload regularly and live separately.
• they have literally spent nearly everyday with eachother since 2011? (and have been best friends since 2009). it just seems unrealistic that after all this time (especially considering their ages), that they would move apart if they haven’t already.
• while yes, dnp are fantastic youtubers individually, their careers a r e intertwined. they toured the world together, have met so many well-known people together through their careers, it seems so unlikely that they would just throw that all away and live separately.
• also,, they’ve g r o w n together. dan wouldn’t have started youtube without phil, and they’ve watched each other grow both on youtube and personally.
• they do everything t o g e t h e r. they watch every movie and tv show together. they go to parties together. they eat breakfast lunch and dinner together. they stay up late together. they make videos together. they literally love each other so much (regardless of their relationship status) and it just seems so unrealistic that they’d move apart.

Blackout

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson and Tony Stark

Words: 1826

Warning: none

Tags: @vashanatasha

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by seabasschino

It was Thursday night, which meant movie night with the girls! It had become a tradition for the three of you since the moment you broke your arm once and there was nothing better to do at night. Ever since, you had that appointment every Thursday night. Sometimes someone else would join you, but most of the time it was a girl night.

“Which one are we watching tonight?” You asked from the kitchen as you made some popcorns.

“I downloaded Mr and Mrs Smith since Wanda said she had never watched it”, Natasha replied from the living room.

“I’m never against watching a young Brad Pitt in action”, you said with a smirk while you walked into the living room with them.

Wanda was serving the drinks and Natasha was connecting her laptop to the huge screen where you always watched the movies. After you put the popcorns on the table, you started setting the couches for the three of you, so you would be comfortable enough.

“This movie was during or before Brangelina became a thing?” Wanda asked.

“I think they were already together but I honestly have no idea” you told her and took a seat.

Natasha and Wanda sat down by your sides so all of you could reach the popcorns with no problem. Once Nat made sure you were all ok, she played the movie and told FRIDAY to turn off the lights so the only source of light was the screen and the city. You had only watched this movie once, a couple of years ago, but you knew it was a funny one and you weren’t wrong. But just when you were getting into it, the screen went dark.

“What the fuck?” You groaned sitting up properly.

“FRIDAY, turn on the lights!” Wanda exclaimed but nothing happened. With a sigh, Natasha got up. “What is it?”

“Sam and his stupid pranks. This is the second time he causes a blackout”, she explained shaking her head. “I’m going to the basement to look for him and kick his ass, Wanda you go to the roof, and (Y/N) you go to the lab, in case he managed to turn everything off from a computer”

“Are you really going to down 80 floors using the stairs?” Wanda smirked. Natasha narrowed her eyes.

“I’m going to the roof with you”, she replied quickly causing you to laugh as you made your way to the lab using your phone as a flashlight.

Damn Sam Wilson and his stupid jokes. Hopefully, Tony would kick his ass and if he didn’t, you would. You were walking slowly since it was hard to know where you were, even using the flashlight which wasn’t as helpful as it should be.

Suddenly you heard a noise behind your back, making you stop on your tracks.

“Sam, I swear that if this is you I’m going to throw you down the tower without your suit on”, you threatened.

You hated when someone scared you and everyone knew it, just like they knew how easy it was. It easily got to your nerves and got really nervous all of sudden, so just the idea of someone trying to scare you got you on the edge. Then, you heard some footsteps just behind you so you turned around and move the phone from one side to another, trying to see a shadow or anything that would let you know who was there.

“Ok, this is not funny anymore Wilson. Just stop it”, you said with a frown now.

Just then someone tapped your shoulder, making you jump and gasp. You turned around ready to punch whoever it was when suddenly you felt someone’s lips over yours, catching you completely off guard. You didn’t know who it was, but his lips were soft and gently, and the hand resting on your hip was firm and big and, for some reason, you could see fireworks at the back of your mind that made you kiss the unknown back.

“Who are you?” You whispered when the other person pulled away but there was no response.

Just then, the light came back and you found yourself alone. What the fuck? You looked around, expecting to see someone walking away but there was no one. Yet, you knew it had been real, you could still feel the kiss on your lips.

“(Y/N)?” Wanda’s voice came from the living room.

“Coming!” You exclaimed still confused. After looking around once again, you hurried back to the living room where Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you.

“It was Tony this time, he was doing an experiment”, Natasha shrugged.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”, Wanda asked as she saw your face.

“I’m ok…I just…” you looked back still trying to figure out what had just happened. “Someone just kissed me”, you told them.

“What?” Natasha asked.

Both of them looked as confused as you but you couldn’t explain it. All you could do was telling them what had just happened. Of course you thought they wouldn’t believe you but for some reason they did.

“That’s strange”, Wanda said looking at Natasha. “Why are you smirking?”

“That bastard!” She exclaimed and ran away in the direction you just came from.

“What was that?” You asked.

“I have no idea”, Wanda mumbled with a frown. “Do you have any idea of who could have done it?” She asked you after a moment.

“Honestly…no idea. All I know is that it felt great” you admitted with a smile. Wanda laughed a little and sighed.

“It looks like we have mystery to solve”, she shrugged.

“Or we can just ask Nat. Obviously, she knows something we don’t”, you said.

“That’s the easy option”, Wanda smiled.

“I’m not really into mysteries so…easy option it is” you decided.

Luckily you didn’t have to go far since Natasha was coming back just then. The two of you started harassing her with questions but, as the professional she was, she dodged all of them so you just let it go after fifteen minutes. Trying to get some information from her was useless and a waste of time.

The next days you were the whole time thinking about your “mysterious kisser”, like Wanda liked to call him. You had come up with a list of the names of the people in the tower that night. After questioning around you were left with three names: Clint, Bucky and Sam. The three of them were the ones that didn’t have an alibi good enough. Clint said he had been at the gym training but no one had seen him; Sam said he was out at a party but Steve had told you, he actually was in the tower but didn’t know what he was doing; and Bucky said he was sleeping which you just didn’t buy. He didn’t take naps. Ever.

You didn’t believe it was Clint since he was married and all that stuff, but Wanda was stubborn as fuck. “You never know”, she used to say. So you just kept him on the list even though you knew it wasn’t him.

“How do I find out who was?” You asked.

“I think you will have to kiss them”, Wanda shrugged.

“What? I’m not going to kiss them one by one, Wanda”, you said laughing at the idea.

“You can laugh but that’s the only option”, she shrugged.

“I don’t care. I’m not doing it”, you replied.

“C’mon! I understand you don’t want to kiss Clint, but Sam and Bucky?” Wanda asked.

With a sigh you looked out of the window. You didn’t want to kiss Sam or Clint, but indeed you wanted to kiss Bucky. You had been wanting to do such thing for months but you just didn’t have the courage.

“FRIDAY, where are Wilson and Barnes?” Wanda asked.

“What are you doing?”

“They’re both with Mr Stark in the lab, Miss Maximoff”, FRIDAY replied.

“Thank you”, she smiled and looked at you. “C’mon, let’s solve the mystery”

She got up from your bed and took your hand, dragging you out of the room, ignoring your constant protests. She literally dragged you all the way to the lab, she even told you she would carry on her shoulder if she had to.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked when Wanda pushed you into the lab and closed the door.

“We have a mystery to solve”, Wanda smiled walking over the three men.

“And you need our help?” Sam asked with a laugh.

“No, we don’t. Wanda let’s go”, you begged your friend.

“We do”, she smiled and stood in front of Bucky and Sam. “One of you kissed my friend, the one who’s there, the night of the blackout. She really wants to know who did it. We know it was one of you two, guys, but since it is obvious that you’re not going to say who did it, I’m afraid she will have to kiss both of you to find it out”, she explained.

“Wanda!” You exclaimed.

“Great!” Tony laughed.

“What?” Sam said laughing as well.

“No way” Bucky mumbled.

You frowned at Bucky’s response. No way? No way you would kiss him? No way you would kiss Sam? No way what?

“No way?” Tony asked raising an eyebrow as a smirk appeared on his face, like there was something he knew. Some sort of secret.

“No way she’s kissing the flying man over here. I’m not having it” he crossed his arms.

“And why not, Barnes?” Wanda smirked. Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

With a frown, you looked at all of them. Wanda and Tony were smirking at Bucky, Sam was chuckling behind his hand, and Bucky was looking at Wanda like he was having some sort of inner debate. Suddenly it all made sense. You remembered the tall figure of the man who kissed you, how he used only one hand to touch since the other one would make you know who he was instantly; the long hair tickling your cheeks and those lips. It wasn’t Sam and it definitely wasn’t Clint.

Slowly, you moved until you were standing in front of Bucky so he couldn’t look at Wanda anymore. Instead, he looked down at you, sudden fear in his eyes. With a smile, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his. Immediately, he wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you close and the fireworks started again. It was him. Those lips were unique and that kiss was incomparable.

“Mystery solved”, you heard Wanda. “Give them privacy guys”

Then you heard footsteps walking away and the lab door opening and closing, leaving the two of you alone, lost in the kiss. After a moment you pulled away and looked at him.

“I’m busted”, he chuckled.

“You are”, you said with a nod before kissing him again, knowing you would never have enough of this.

Cure (3)

Bucky x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.

A/N: Here’s part three! Bucky finds out about his past and wants to see his files, shit happens. 

Originally posted by natpekis

“So.. what you’re saying is: I was captured during World War two, after I fell off a train to my death, but I wasn’t really dead of course, and then brainwashed and tortured into killing a shitload of people before you found me again and snapped my crazy ass out of it”

Sounds about right.

“Yeah, Buck” Steve shifts a little, looking helpless and worried, sharing glances with Y/N and Sam.

I don’t think I can take any more of this. It feels as if it’s true, I know it is; but how the hell was I still sane after that?

Are you? Really?

Shut up.

Honestly. If I’m anything like the voice in my head, claiming to be me, I’m a real asshole. 

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The Only Exception (Part 8)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,733

Warnings: language, fire, panic, dangerous situation, rescue, drinking, bad jokes, I’m off the handle because I no longer care

A/N: If you don’t like it, don’t read it. After the posts I saw last week that personally attacked me…I wish some people put half as much effort into helping others and the earth as they do being genuinely awful.

Anyways, it’s fiction.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Originally posted by mizar113

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You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

|| the rosewater potion ||

[[request prompt: /Harry Potter au/ …Person A (reader) was making a love potion for her crush and person B (Peter/her enemy) accidentally drank it. Nothing happened to them so person A thought she did it wrong and gave the rest to her best friend who /did/ actually fall in love w somebody meaning it worked…]]

guys, I’m sorry!! I know I said I would quit writing to focus on a personal project of mine, but I just got this request sent to me like a few hours ago and I just HAD to write it.

also a bit of a warning, peter is kind of an asshole in this story so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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word count: 2,800+

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

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You were staring at your crush, admiring his handsome features from afar as you had your Potions textbook open. Before your beloved Daniel stepped into the scene, you had been researching the recipe to make the perfect love potion, and you were determined to use it on Daniel.

Flakes of snow gently fell across the courtyard, making you shiver a bit from your seat on the bench. Your cheeks were turned into a rosy red as the air came out of your lips in wispy puffs, but you didn’t mind the cold so long as Daniel was around.

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Table for Three

Prompt: You know there are two women. In fact, you’re both aware he has options. It’s just a matter of who he chooses. (Reader, Natasha, Bucky love triangle in shorter words.)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 2439

Warnings: love triangle, angst, language

A/N: i don’t know why i like to make my fics so angsty and complicated but i do for some reason haha. this will be a multiple part series. let me know how you like it and if you want to be tagged.

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Originally posted by anne-the-nerd

“You forgot to call me last night.” You glanced at the man in front of you, but your words weren’t meant for him. They were meant for the slender redhead in the Quinjet standing on your left.

“Sorry. I just got really busy.” Natasha nodded. “You know I’m forgetful.”

“That’s code for you were otherwise occupied.” You shook your head, a few hairs falling in front of your eyes. “It’s also a blatant lie.” You tried your best to hold back a laugh but it was a lost cause. “Natasha Romanoff doesn’t forget. You’re like an elephant in that sense.”

“I’m sorry but did you just call me an elephant?” She turned her head to the side. It reminded you of a dog.

“If the shoe fits.” You shrugged, your eyes moving again to the man sitting in front of you. He was fidgeting with a pen and his notebook, but he wasn’t writing or drawing. After a moment of your admitted staring, he looked up and glanced your way. You quickly directed your eyes to the laptop computer screen sitting on the ledge next to you.

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I’m Sorry (I Fell In Love Tonight)

( PROMPT: We’re making out on the couch when a member of your family - who doesn’t know we’re friends with benefits - walks in and what do you mean I have to be your pretend girlfriend? )

A/N: I’M BACK!! FIRST STORY SINCE MY ARRIVAL IN ROME!! I’ll be posting sneak peeks of my stories, as well as edits and graphics on my Instagram (3rdgymbros), so do follow me there!! Comments and reblogs are appreciated! I love you guys!!

WARNINGS: Sin. But slight sin this time. 

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Hands, warm and strong, grip your hips. Peter’s lips, so firm yet soft, press against yours. His mouth slants against yours, seeking and ravenous, sucking on your lips and tongue. Moaning, you arch into him, your fingers tangled in his silky hair.

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Tarot Reading At Events

Tarot Reading At Events

Before I begin, I encourage everyone to please read the disclaimer at the bottom of this post. Being a Tarot reader who does a significant amount of reading events at festivals, conventions, fairs, and private parties, I thought I would share some insight on things I wish I knew when I first started reading Tarot at events.

Before The Event 

Because each event and situation is different, the preparation can vary but here are some things that I take into account before an event.

Legal:
Some events require a business license, proof of tax id, a merchant’s license and or an entertainers license. Some do not.

Event and Vendor Contracts:
It is important to always look over everything before signing. If there is something that is confusing or you need anything clarified, ask up to two reputable people to explain it just to be sure. If you are providing your own contract for a private event it is always good to include things like payment, cancellation policies, allotted space provided, if you need to provide your own furniture, force majeure, parking policy, etc. I always like to ask about alcohol being served to be able to prepare myself for people who may be under the influence. I ask about smoking and loud noise to help determine if those are conditions I’d be able to do readings under.

  • Is alcohol being served at this event?
  • Will smoking be permitted on the premises?
  • Will there be a smoking designated areas?
  • Will my table or space be located near the designated smoking area?
  • Will my table or space be located near speaker systems, live entertainment, etc?

Travel Expenses:
Something that I didn’t take into account when I first started reading for events are travel, gas and lodging expenses. For private events, I like to include this expense in the contract. For public conventions and festivals, I like to keep this in mind in my event budget.

Getting Paid:

It is always good to know before committing to an event how you will be paid. Some of the more common practices that I have experienced are:

  • The event holder prepays a deposit (usually half the agreed upon rate) for X amount of hours or X amount of readings. The remaining rate is paid for once the event is completed.
  • Paid per reading. The event holder takes a percentage of the amount of money made for each reading and other misc services.
  • You keep all revenue made but prepay for your space or table fee beforehand.

Fees:
For events like conventions and fairs, there are usually booth, space and table fees. You may also have to pay an event ticket fee.  There are also usually premium spaces, premium corner spaces and multiple space rentals for higher rates that receive significantly more foot traffic. If you are reading at a private venue like a corporate event hall, bridal shower or private celebration, depending on the event holder, there aren’t usually table or space rental fees but sometimes there are so it is always best to ask beforehand.

Accepting Payment:
Knowing how and what ways you are going to accept payment for your readings is important to track not only your earnings but makes it easy to pay for any fees accumulated as mentioned before. Cash is usually always ideal but having the ability to accept credit card and even electronic payments is a fabulous addition to your public reading arsenal. Some of the common services that I have used to be paid at events are SquareUp, Google Wallet, ApplePay, Paypal, Venmo, etc. One thing to keep in mind when accepting payments is to take account your local tax laws. Some of these mobile payment applications allow you to apply taxes before checkout. If you are only accepting cash, having a calculator handy would prove beneficial.

What To Bring With You

Deciding What To Bring:
Because events vary significantly depending on venue, event holder and local laws it is important to make sure that you are aware of what you can and can’t bring. Referring back to your contract, you should be able to get an idea of what is allowed.
Some venues provide a set of table and chairs, while others do not. Certain venues allow candles and incense, others do not. If your venue does allow candles and incense to be burned it is always good to be mindful of those with scent sensitivities.

Bringing A Helper:
I always like to bring one friend to help me during events. Having a friend who can help you set up,  watch your booth or table during your breaks or set up the list of names for the reading sign up sheet is an invaluable asset to have.

Decks And Tools To Bring:
This is completely up to you and dependent on your preferences, reading style and the type of readings you are going to offer. I know of some readers who prefer to only use one deck. It is all up to you. Something that I have found to help me especially when reading outdoors is to keep small polished stones near me to place on top of cards so that they do not fly away before or in the middle of a reading.

Common Things To Bring With You:
This is not an exhaustive list by far nor is it something you must follow exactly. These are just some things I like to bring with me that you might want to consider as well. It is important to factor in the cost of these things before an event.

  • Portable Canopy or Pop up tent (If it is permitted and you have the adequate space)
  • Table and Chairs (If not provided)
  • I like to bring a set of four chairs. Three for clients and one for myself.
  • Seat cushions and or back cushion.
  • Table cloth and weights to keep cloth down. I like to use crystals.
  • Rain cover for tent or canopy
  • Small first aid kit 
  • Crystals or polished stones to act as small weights so cards don’t fly away if reading outdoors
  • Tip Jar
  • A few portable light sources if reading through the evening hours at an outside venue
  • Medicine that you need to take.
  • Scent free hand sanitizer.
  • Scent Free bug spray (If outdoors).
  • Sunscreen (If outdoors)
  • Tissues
  • Mints
  • Promotional signs for around event space.
  • Cooler of water bottles with ice packs
  • Cashbox
  • Portable fan
  • Phone battery backup
  • Mobile Tablet and battery backup (I utilize it as a portable point of sales device)
  • A copy of your code of ethics
  • A reading waiting list

Customizing Your Event Space:
Because each event and Tarot reader is different, customizing your event space is entirely up you, as long as it abides by the venue or event holders rules. I’ve created luxurious spaces filled with twinkle lights and scarves and other times I’ve kept my space minimalistic and simple with just a table, a set of chairs and a few signs. It is all up to you to decide what look you are going for. There is no right or wrong way to set up your event space.

Some Easy Ways To Customize Your Space:

  • Tent banner and table banner with logo and website URL
  • Crystal/Salt Lamps (electric or candle holder based)
  • Candles (electric or wax based)
  • Scarves
  • Tapestries
  • Twinkle Lights
  • Flags
  • Wind Chimes
  • Bells
  • Fabric Pannels
  • Pillows
  • Baskets
  • Lanterns
  • Faux walls with art

Promotional And Marketing Tools:
Events are a fabulous way to showcase your reading services, website and social media accounts to prospective clients. Some of the common ways that you could market yourself would be:

  • Business card holder and supplying business cards before or after readings.
  • Raffles for a paid reading or service
  • Promotional brochures about you and your readings.
  • Stickers with your logo
  • Table Tents
  • Buttons or pins
  • Flyers to your website or online shop.
  • Promotional post cards with coupon codes for new clients
  • E-mail list sign up form
  • Digital Light Box or Marquee Sign
  • Sale sheets

The Day Of The Event

Being Mindful Of Your Health:
It is important to listen to your body. Do not overwork yourself. Stay hydrated and fed. I use up a lot of spoons (energy) during reading marathon sessions. I like to have a plan of action if I have depleted my energy reserves drastically before the event. Ensure that you take breaks, walk around for a bit, use the restroom and take any medicine that you may need. If you are working outdoors, periodically applying on sunscreen and bug spray is also beneficial. Another thing that I like to do is keep a misting fan with cold water to mist myself during, especially hot and humid events. For events during cooler months, I like to keep a large comfy sweater or jacket and a scarf in my possession. For those who subscribe to the belief in creating sacred spaces, grounding and centering, and shielding your energy, these things might be beneficial for you to do before you start reading at the event.

Be Mindful Of Mean-Spirited And Unsafe People:
Sometimes you will encounter people who are skeptics or other readers who may want to show you their level of expertise and importance by making you feel less than. Remember that you are awesome and that you are worth all the hard work and dedication it took you to book this event. You are talented and do not deserve to be mistreated. Another thing to be mindful of is if your event is serving alcohol. If you are ever in a situation where someone can possibly be violent or harmful to you, themselves or others around them, knowing who to call or where the nearest authority is located is strongly beneficial before the event.

Reading Rates
There are various ways to price your services for an event. If you aren’t being prepaid or have made prior payment arrangements by the event coordinator or a private company beforehand.  Your rates are completely up to you. Some common ways to determine your reading rate are:

  • Setting a base reading rate depending on divination type. (Tarot Vs Pendulum)
  • Setting a base reading rate by tarot spread.
  • Setting a base reading rate by amount of cards pulled.
  • Setting a base reading rate by designated time breakdown.
  • Setting a base reading rate by the energy needed to perform the different type of reading. (Tarot Reading Vs Mediumship Session)

Before Reading For Others:
I think it is important to keep an open mind when reading for others and to set safe boundaries for yourself. I also think its important for readings to be done in a respectful and comfortable way for both parties involved. Before I begin any reading I like to designate a few moments to either share a copy of my ethics of my prospective client or give them a short rundown of my ethics, ask for their preferred pronouns and provide my preferred pronouns to them as well. I also listen attentively to any questions or concerns the client may have before the reading. I also make an effort to ensure that my readings are accessible to everyone so I also ask if there is any way they would prefer the reading performed that is nonverbal. I do my very best to accommodate this.

Calming Nervousness:
It can be intimidating reading for others in person. Something that I like to do is introduce myself casually to prospective clients walking by. I like to smile, start a little small talk and talk a little bit about the event and who I am. This gets the good vibes going for me and helps to ease my nervousness. Before reading I like to shuffle my cards a few times to “shuffle out” any of my nervousness.

After Reading For Others:
After the allotted time for the reading has passed or you have wrapped up the reading in its entirety, it is important to thank the client and let them know that the reading session has now ended. Being kind and firm will allow you to be accountable of your timing and also keep your reading wait list from becoming too much to handle.

After The Event:
Something that I like to do before packing up and leaving is thank the event coordinator and offer a complimentary reading if they have not received one already. I clean up my space and leave. For the next week after the event, I practice lots of self-care and do what I can to help replenish my energy levels. If you subscribe to the belief of cleansing and recharging your tarot decks and or energy this week would possibly be a good time do so. I also like to take the time to write down the things I believe I could improve for next time or the next events and the things I was proud of achieving.

Misc Tips:
These tips which were graciously added with the permission of @tarotwithjeff and @corvinnia. Thank you so much!

  • Having a small clock that can be placed where both you and the client can see it.
  • A small toolkit. At the very least I take a multi-tool, a flashlight, scissors, and duct tape.
  • If you’re at a venue with access to electricity, plan accordingly. Is there a wall outlet near your space, or do you have one of those outlet boxes used at large event venues such as convention centers? Do you need to bring an extension cord and/or power strip/surge suppressor?
  • Healthy snacks!!! Especially for long events.
  • If it’s an outdoor event, take a wide-brimmed hat in addition to sunscreen.
  • Some sort of rolling crate, cart, etc. to help with schlepping stuff from your vehicle to your space at the event. This can be even more important when you’re dependent on public transportation.
  • Keep a checklist so you know what should be packed before you leave for the event, and to make sure you don’t leave anything behind after the event.
  • Have a fast pack battle plan ready for weather related situations. (Think if I need to be moved quickly how would I do that.) 
  • Rubbermaid type tubs with lids and folding dolly or hand cart can be life savers. 

The End:
I know. I know. FINALLY. This post was SO LONG. After all is said and done, being a Tarot reader at an event can be a lucrative way to market yourself, meet new and like-minded people and make great income. It is lots of hard work and dedication but it is one of the most worthwhile experiences I’ve ever done as a Tarot reader. It is my greatest hope that this article has helped you in some way.


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Title: Tarot Reading At Events
Copyright:  © Ivan Ambrose 2017
Disclaimer: This post in no way, shape, or form is intended to tell you how you must go about being a Tarot reader at an event or to police you on what to bring to such events. The intention of this post is to share my experiences with reading Tarot at events. This isn’t the only way, the absolute right way or the way that you “should” approach this topic. No event, venue or two tarot readers are alike. This is the way that I choose to do things and how events and reading venues are in my area. Your local events and venues may do things differently.  I can only speak from personal experience and what has worked for me for countless years. I encourage you to do your own research, to do what you are comfortable with and to tailor any advice provided henceforth to your specific needs and individual situation. Also please keep in mind that there are various different rules, regulations, and laws that precede your location, state, country and the event and tarot reading guidelines in your area that can and will differ from those in my location. I encourage and open up this conversation to respectful debate and added commentary to supplement this post of any kind. 
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