i want to thank to all the anons who send me this names

You’re My World.

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to help comfort him.

Word Count: 2,265 (I got carried away)

Warnings: Language, fight, blood, injuries, knives, hurting!Peter, comforting!Reader, fluffy fluff, sad stuff, so much cheesiness. (Let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: For the anon that requested this, here you are m'dear! I hope you like it! I’m shit at bad ass fight scenes (really everything), but I tried. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy reading!


Walking into the conference room to discuss the mission a few hours ahead, the team is already seated.

Noticing a chair between Wanda and Peter, you sneakily take a seat.

“Nice of you to join us, Y/N” Tony points out, rolling his eyes.

“You bet, Stark.” You replied, saluting and smirking.

As he continued talking about the mission ahead, you drifted away in your thoughts.

This better be a quick mission…

HGTV ’s got new episodes of house hunters calling my name.

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anonymous asked:

You should write some mute lance, whether its him having been mute in the past, being a selective mute, being injured and becoming mute, or straight up not talking anymore, i think you'd write it well

Okay!! 

I kinda went on my own here, Whoops

On contrary to belief Lance didn’t like to talk. Well scratch that, he loved talking but he didn’t like to be talked over. Everytime he was talked over he immediately clamped up and he felt a lump form in his throat. Being the youngest in his family only lead to Lance being talked over constantly. 

It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to stop telling a story because everyone started a different conversation. It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to never finish a thought because someone would constantly interrupt him. 

Lance wasn’t a fighter so when this happened he would just clamp his mouth shut and listen to what the other person had to say, because it was obviously more important. 

Lance found himself talking less and less around his parents, siblings, and classmates. Nobody ever commented on Lance’s new quietness so Lance had no reason to start talking again. Lance would go days without saying anything to anyone. He communicated through shrugs and nods. 

Why should I talk, everyone is happier when I don’t. 

-

Fast forward to the Garrison when Lance met his roommate Hunk. Hunk wasn’t loud but he wasn’t quiet either. Sometimes Lance didn’t even hear him enter the room while other days Lance would hear him hallways away.  He liked Hunk, Hunk never pressured him to talk, Hunk just kept him company throughout their days. 

Hunk would ramble about projects he was working on and homework and Lance would listen quietly. It didn’t even dawn on Lance that he had never said anything to Hunk before in his life. 

They were both in their room, Lance on his bed reading a book while Hunk was laying on the floor building something. 

“Dang it, these wires all look the same, I can never tell them apart.” Hunk ran his hands through his hair in annoyance. 

Lance looked at his distressed roommate and looked down at his book. “Why don’t you put colored tape around the different wires.” Lance’s voice slightly cracked due to the lack of use and Hunk screamed. Not like a small scream but like ‘help someone is getting stabbed scream.’ 

Lance jumped causing is book to fly across his bed and he stared at Hunk who was staring at Lance his hands over his mouth. 

Lance swallowed around a small lump that was forming at the base of his throat. He inhaled “Sorry I didn’t mean to…scare you?” Lance wasn’t sure what he did wrong exactly. 

Hunk blinked a few times and slowly removed his hands from his mouth. His breathing started to slow down as he continued to stare at Lance. 

Lance started to shift where he sat. Why he is just staring at me? Lance was about to bolt out of the room but Hunk regained his bearings before he moved. 

“I’m sorry for screaming! You just have never talked before and I thought you were mute or something. Then you just spoke and I got scared. Like I wasn’t expecting that at all.” Hunk inhaled until his lungs ached “Sorry I’m rambling.” 

Lance smiled at his roommate “Hunk you ramble all the time, I’m used to it.”

Hunk started to laugh and before Lance knew it he was laughing with Hunk. They only stopped when they heard a knock on their door. 

“Officer Davis, opened the door. We have a complaint of a noise disturbance.”

Hunk and Lance shared a look and started laughing and Hunk went to open the door. 

-

Hunk and Lance became best friends within a week. They had shared everything with each other, and Hunk didn’t interrupt Lance once when he was talking. If he accidently did he would apologize immediately and beg Lance to continue what he was saying. 

Lance started to love talking again. 

-

The only time Lance would have trouble talking would be when he came back from a break. When Lance was around his family long enough he would clamp up again, but slowly Hunk would bring him back out of his shell. 

-

Hunk could only do so much and sometimes it wasn’t enough. They had just saved a planet from the Galra and they were all meeting up with the leader. 

Now Lance didn’t usually talk during diplomatic missions but he felt obligated to speak up when it concerned him. The leader was discussing how helpful the blue lion was and how it help save the planet. 

“You must tell me Blue paladin, how does the ice work?” The leader placed his (hand?) tentacle on Lance’s shoulder. 

“Well you see, Blue and I ha-” 

“That’s interesting but like was it just the lion acting on their own?”

“Kinda, you see I have to put my bay-”

“So are you not needed to fly Blue? If she does all the work what do you do?”

“Well I have to fly he-”

“But they are magic lions, surely they can fly on their own.” 

Lance opened his mouth to respond but slammed it shut before any words were formed. Then Lance did what he did best, he shrugged. That was all he did. 

The leader looked at him a bit skeptical before nodding “So how does the ice get formed?” 

Lance shrugged again. He kept his eyes directly on the leader and his lips sealed. Lance was nudged by Shiro, he didn’t care he wasn’t going to talk. He looked at the leader one more time before walking towards Blue and flew back to the castle. 

-

Lance didn’t bounce back like Hunk prayed he would. It had been about 2 weeks since the last time he said anything. He just shrugged and nodded. Never even opening his mouth except to eat. The castle was quieter than any of them wanted it to be. Mealtimes were filled with force conversation and Lance scarfing down his food in order to leave. 

Even during missions Lance wouldn’t say anything, Blue would send the other lions messages so everyone knew that things were going well but Lance never talked. 

When they met new species Lance would stand in the background silently, just watching everyone. 

Hunk tried his hardest. He would talk about things he knew Lance liked, but Lance would just smile and pat him on the back and walk away. 

The team couldn’t get Lance to talk, and they tried. They did everything they could but Lance would just sit in silence. He didn’t even talk to Coran, and that broke the older man heart. 

-

The paladins were hosting a party in the castle with about 7 species from different planets. They all worked together and received a huge win. 

Everyone was talking and enjoying the party and Lance was standing by the wall sipping his drink. He watched a boy, around his age, walk towards him. 

His arms and neck were covered in tattoos and he has pointy ears with piercing all over his body. His skin was a soft blue and his hair was a bright red. He smiled at Lance and stood by him. 

The boy thanked Lance for saving his planet, and of course Lance caught onto his flirting techniques. 

Lance laughed, like a real laugh. The first laugh in weeks maybe months. It echoed through the room and every paladin heard it. They attempted not to make it obvious but they were all listening to see if Lance would do anything more. 

Lance, who was completely oblivious to what his teammates were doing, stuck his hand out to the boy. “The names Lance.” 

Self-Projecting? Do I Know Her? 

Hell yeah I was self-projecting. 

I’m basically how I write Lance XD 

I hope you like it!

Sorry it took so long!!

Thank you for this!

Btw give it up for my bisexual son ❤💜💙

Muñeca.

Paring: Bucky Barnes/Hispanic!Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Reader being a HUGE flirt, spanish, talk about books and music in spanish, fingering, sofa sex, Bucky using some words in spanish. Alcohol.

Word Count: 1881.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

Apparently some people in this fandom (read White People) have a problem with authors writing for readers of color, since I am a real Bitch and I’m fresh out of fucks I decided I was gonna write not one, but two POC Reader inserts, this is one of them. The next one is gonna be Black!Reader and Bucky. This is dedicated to that anon @papi-chulo-bucky got last week who was crying about Haunting Me being a POC reader insert and, of course, to all the other bitches who want to complain about POC!Reader inserts being discriminatory towards White People.

Yes, I’m The Queen of Salt.

Tagging; @sexylibrarian1 @thecrownedrose @erisjade @bladebarnes @ryverpenrad @acunningstargazer @palaiasaurus64 @marveldcmistress @supernatural-girl97 @sebstanchrisevanchickforever19

I mention my dad’s favorite book “Love in the Time of Cholera” by Gabriel García Márquez, you should check his books out.

Also, mentioned in the fic this argentinian group (hey! @connieisland) called Soda Stereo here are two songs one and two

And the lyrics are from this song by a Venezuelan rapper called Reis Belico.

Wow. This was long. By the way, Muñeca means doll.


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anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)

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“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly snuck up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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anonymous asked:

What unknown lowkey adrienette fics would you recommend? I kind of want to find and support unknown authors but everyone I know and read are popular af :/

dear anon, please thank @alyseb630​ for this rec list because she’s the one who told me lmao 

She’s the real mvp

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

incoming. a lot of freaking fics.

Amour Fou by Yilena

“A shy, socially awkward young teenager searches for friendship, and develops a misguided attraction for who he assumes to be his best friend’s crush. AU.”

Alyse says:  It’s from Adrien’s pov and he has Nino as an online friend. Nino sends him a picture of Alya and Marinette and Adrien gets a huge crush on her. Eventually moves back to Paris where nino lives and opens a cat cafe. And eventually hires Marinette. It’s super cute!

Allez Savoir Pourquoi by Yilena

(it’s a sister fic to the previous one)

“Marinette had seen her soulmate for years without knowing his identity, until they bumped into each other at a newly opened cat café. On a whim, she agrees to work for him. AU.”

Alyse says:  And it’s a soulmate au!!!! You see your soulmate in the reflection of your mirror in this au. It’s so good! And in this one you realize that Marinette’s been crushing on Adrien for years too. Just in a different way. She’s been seeing him in her mirror for years.

Can I Get Your Name? by anavoli

“Every day, Adrien Agreste comes into Starbucks and orders a tall, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle. And every day, Marinette makes it a personal challenge to give him a different nickname. Little does she know that this little bit of fun will reveal Adrien’s other identity - Chat Noir.

 (Miraculous Ladybug AU where everything’s the same but they don’t know each other from school and Marinette doesn’t have a crush on Adrien…yet.)”

Kissing in the Rain by childoflightningg

“Actors Marinette and Adrien keep finding themselves kissing in the rain, yet can’t seem to express their feelings offscreen. Actors AU”

All You Need Is Love and a Cat by heymacareyna

“In a world where shapeshifting is real and Ladybug and Chat Noir are nothing more than a kids’ animated show, Adrien and Marinette part ways after high school. Adrien develops the ability to shift into a domestic black cat, and when he’s stranded in the rain one morning, a familiar face rescues him. After spending the day with her as a cat, he decides to befriend her in his human form as well.”

Scrawl Mates by Aspiring_Life

“Adrien Agreste is caught off guard one day when he finds out he has a soul mate connected to him by the power of art. Anything written on his skin appears on theirs, and he wants desperately to find the girl that covers him in beautiful art.”

Frisky Business by 1nner_sakura

“Marinette and Adrien have been slowly but surely getting to know each other since their identities were revealed, falling into a comfortable - if occasionally confusing and frustrating - relationship dynamic. They’re closer than they’ve ever been (although maybe not close enough for either of their liking), but this? 

Well, this might be a LITTLE more than they bargained for. 

 [Also known as the One Where Miraculouses have Strange Side-Effects, Adrien and Marinette Really Need to DTR, and Marinette Refuses to Be Kinkshamed.]“ 

Check Plus One by volti

“Marinette is finally going to do it. She’s finally going to ask Adrien on a date. Of course, this poses a bit of a problem when he asks her first.”

Sad Hats and Black Cats by littleangels

“And you’re absolutely sure that you’re fine…?” 

 Adrien nodded. “I’m pawsitive.” 

 Marinette still looked unconvinced. “Your heart’s not in the pun.” 

 “Is that really a legitimate reason to say I’m feeling down?” 

 “Well, there’s that and your sad hat.” 

 “I’m not… I’m not sad, Marinette. Will you please stop being so stubborn about it? I’m fine.” 

 “Look,” she began, “I know we aren’t as close as we used to be, but I’m your friend, Adrien. I’m one of your best friends. You can tell me if something happened. You know that, right?” She placed her hand on top of his. “I’m here for you. 

A Test of Courage by Zaphirite

Marinette still couldn’t believe that the carnival set up a huge attraction based on them. “Ladybug and Chat Noir: The 5D Experience!” flashed above their heads in bright red neon letters. Luckily, having a best friend who is also Ladybug’s #1 fan gives her the chance to secretly check it out. Unluckily, said best friend was plotting against her.

A Test of Strength by Zaphirite

Being a superhero isn’t all completely in the mask and magic. When her classmates see her muscled arms a challenge ensues, and Marinette is confident that she could take any of them on in an arm wrestling match. She’s swung from buildings and defeated countless akuma, surely she could beat a civilian. …right?

Paws Fur Coffee by Zaphirite

“He was so sure that Ladybug would already push him off a rooftop if she knew his civilian identity worked at a café called “Paws Fur Coffee” of all names (the owner is a dog person, but he’ll take it), but his flub on the chalkboard menu just topped it all off. 

 His neat handwriting read back to him: “Chai Noir”. 

 (In which Adrien Agreste has some really cool ideas about the special drink of the week and gets to know a regular customer.)”

Fireworks and Pizzazz by peonydee

“When Marinette’s interview is published at a local magazine, people’s reaction, she thought, are a bit excessive”

secret love song by pallasjoanna

One would expect a best friend of Nino’s to have more eclectic music tastes but Adrien has always been singular in his. He revels in cheesy pop songs and belts out anime openings in the shower (with perfect lyrics; she’s tried checking once), and he likes dancing to both when he’s alone or with close friends or with Marinette. The song starts off low and soft, and she playfully bats at his hair as he croons into her ear about being held in the street and being kissed on the dance floor.

 – 

 A rainy day, all too catchy songs, and attempted waltzing around the living room.

Duets by AlexMac

“So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets” AU 

 Alcohol mention warning”

paint and puns by psychopathicdorito

“Teamwork is something Marinette and Adrien are definitely good at, no questions asked. (Day #8 of Adrinette April. The topic for the day: acting like their alter egos).”

I’m In Love With My Best Friend – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: Could you write an imagine where you told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with guys, but now she’s coming to visit for surprise and you need a fake boyfriend during your sister’s visit so you ask Cody (your best friend) to pretendbe your boyfriend and everything seems goes right until the act stop being act?

Word Count: 3,141

Warnings: None other than Cody saying a curse word, ha. Fluff?

Author’s Note: Y/S/N = Your Sister’s Name. I did this because in previous imagines where I’ve named a sibling or best friend, some of y’all have mentioned it was weird to read your own name. So I decided to let y’all use your actual sister’s name or come up with the name yourselves if you don’t have a sister.

Also, I sneaked in a line from Gilmore Girls. I wonder if anyone can point it out.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Come on. Come on. Come on.” Y/N whispered repeatedly as the phone rang. She paced back and forth in her bedroom, hoping her best friend would answer. “Pick up the damn ph-”

The sound of her best friend’s groggy and sleepy voice interrupted her rambling. “Hello?”

“It’s about time! Why aren’t you answering your phone? I only called you like a hundred times! I could have been dying and-“

Cody noticed the nervous rush in her voice and rubbed this tired eyes. He cleared his throat before he interrupted her. "Okay, first of all I was filming all night and I just got home a couple of hours ago. Second of all, you’re obviously not dying so this better be good, because as much as I love ya, you know I get cranky when I don’t get enough sleep. Lastly, breathe. Just breathe,” he inhaled and exhaled, which Y/N mimicked, making her feel a little better.

“Now tell me what’s wrong?” He asked groggily yet genuinely concerned at the same time.

“I lied to my sister,” she started as she finally sat on the edge of her bed.

“About…?” He trailed.

“That I had a boyfriend. I only did it so she would stop setting me up with all these guys she knew. I thought my plan would work,” she continued.

Cody hummed, following along with her story with his eyes closed. “I remember you told me that. So, what’s the problem?" 

"The idiot decided to surprise me by coming into town without any warning! Now she’s on her way here, because not only does she miss me, but also because she wants to meet my boyfriend of two months…” she trailed for a second, silently praying Cody would agree to the favor she was about to ask him. “So, I was hoping if you could come over and play the part.”

Cody’s eyes flew wide open. He heard what she said but he still had a hard time believing it. “Come again?” He asked, needing confirmation.

“I need you to be my fake boyfriend for my sister,” she explained as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt nervously. “I promise you, I’ll get you a gift card for Chipotle that will last you for at least three months,” she bargained knowing Chipotle was Cody’s weakness.

Cody quickly sat up, “I’m getting in the shower right now and I’ll meet you at your place.”

Y/N smiled widely. “Seriously, you are the best. Thank you so much.”

“Hey, you know I’d do anything for you,” Cody smiled back even though she couldn’t see him. “What time will your sister get there?“ 

"She said she was about 2 hours away,” she answered.

“Alright, I’ll get there before she does,” he said as he walked into his bathroom. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget the gift card,” Cody smiled as Y/N laughed.

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Birthday = Saved [Damian Wayne x Sibling!Reader]

Requested by anon: “Damian x reader (sibling relationship) where the batfam forgets about Damian’s birthday except the reader"

A/N: Hope you love it anon <3

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Slowly you woke up, yawning while running a hand through your hair. In attempt to tame the rat’s nest. Still half asleep and groaning when sitting up. Like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Your blankets were so warm and cozy, maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Though when you glanced at the clock, your eyes widened in horror. IT WAS PAST NOON! “Shit!” quickly throwing off the blankets and running into the bathroom adjoining your room.

Panicking while taking your shower. How could you sleep so late on Damian’s birthday? Why didn’t anyone get you?

Getting out of the shower and changing into some day clothes, brushing your teeth and hair.

Running down the manor steps and walking into the kitchen. “Sorry guys I didn’t realize I —” But you were cut off to find the kitchen empty. But seeing a note on the counter. Picking it up, it read:

Out on mission. It’s just you and Damian in the manor. Jason, Dick, & Tim are with me. Alfred had personal business and is out of town. Be home later tonight

-Bruce

Wait hold on! They just left on his birthday? His biological son’s birthday? You love Bruce but sometimes he’s an ass.

TT, [L/n] I thought you had left as well” Turning to see Damian with his hands in his pockets. Looking pretty down in the dumps.

“Hey what’s with the frown birthday boy? Who needs ‘em, right?” You smiled at the young man. His face seemed to brighten at the words ‘birthday boy’

“You remembered” Shock laced in his voice. You chuckled, “Of course I remembered! How could I forget?” staring at him in disbelief.

“I was just surprised because father..” His sentence trailed off. “Bruce? Oh yeah he’s on a mis- wait hold on a sec! They didn’t remember it was your birthday?” Your voice raising in the process. Now you’re pissed, it’s one thing to leave but to forget! Nu-uh not okay!

He simply shook his head. “Assholes” mumbling to yourself. “You know what! We’re going to have the best birthday just the both of us. We can go anywhere you want and get cake and after that I’ll give you my gift.” smiling at him.

“You’d do that?” Was this kid serious?

“Of course I am Dami! We’re family remember? Now go grab your shoes, who needs them” Reaching for your keys. He did as told and went to get some shoes as you did the same.

The both of you climbed in your car. “So where to?” turning to him.

“I don’t know” he held his chin between his index finger and thumb.

“Well, is there anywhere you’ve never been but always wanted to go?”

He sat up like he had an idea. “It may seem childish but I’ve never been to a zoo”

A grin grew on your face, “Hey that’s not childish, I’m older than you and I like the zoo still. Zoo it is” before putting the car in drive.

During the drive you listened to Damian talk about his birthdays back with the league. They didn’t really celebrate but they always remembered. He especially talked about his grandfather and mother. Honestly you’d never had a conversation like this with him.

It was nice.

Once parking and making your way into the park you walked around the whole place. Seeing every exhibit, but ending  with the lions.

Damian was captivated by all of the animals but the Lions were amazing. The large male was so elegant and graceful.

“It’s so magnificent” he muttered eyes glued to the creature. “King of the animal kingdom.” you said back, watching the lioness’ graceful movements to be beside it’s mate.

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions’?” turning your eyes to him.

He shook his head. “Well it’s about being someone who was once vulnerable and weak, but over time and obstacles they become powerful and strong like a lion. Growing as a human being.”

“What is the point of telling me that?” he asked in confusion. Shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know it’s just a quote I like to live by, kind of applies to me ya know? And you too”

“I’m not vulnerable” crossing his arms and turning back to the habitat. “I’m not saying you are, but in order for someone to be as strong as you are kid. They had to be vulnerable at some point. Don’t dwell on it, just remember it for me okay?” Sending a smile his way.

“I suppose it’s the least I could do” he uncrossed his arms.

“Are you hungry? Cause I am.. What do you say we go grab some lunch?” as your stomach growled. You chuckled and could’ve sworn you saw a grin pull at his lips. “I could eat”

Deciding to go to his favorite place for lunch. The both of you just talked like you had in the car ride. Though this time you explained some people and things that were in your life before becoming a bat.

He seemed grateful for your opening up to him.

After lunch you took him to a bakery where he picked out a treat to sever as his birthday cake. Going to a nearby park, but you stopped at the car to get his gift.

Sitting by a pond he began to eat the treat. “You’re not going to let me sing ‘happy birthday’ to you” mock hurt plastered on your face. He smiled… HE SMILED! It’s possible!

Staring in disbelief at his curved upwards lips. “What?” he asked wiping his mouth like he had crumbs there.

“Oh, nothing. How about you open this now” handing him the rectangular box wrapped in green paper.

Taking the gift he tore off the paper, revealing a long white box. Carefully taking off the lid. He stared at the object within.

His sword had broke on his last mission. So you got him a custom replacement. “The blade is two times stronger than your old one, but half the weight. The grip of the hilt is specially made so it won’t slip in your grip. And finally there’s an engraving” Pointing to the hilt. On it was a small engraving of a robin.

“I don’t know what to say” mesmerized by the piece of weaponry.

“Your face says it all, I’m glad you like it” Smiling at the young boy. “Thank you [F/n], this is very special. I will treasure it” He said, your grin widening at the sound of your first name.

“Come on, lets get back to the manor and set up some pranks for the guys to get back for forgetting your birthday” Mischief sparked in his eyes. A evil grin spreading on his face. Putting the sword in the box.

“They won’t know what hit them”

Bonus:

Entering the batcave the guys all looked exhausted. Well except Bruce. You and Damian were hiding out of view, but had full access to seeing your prank at work.

Looking at Damian you gave a devious smirk before nodding for him to hit the trigger he set up on his phone.

Tapping the screen, alarms blared through the cave. Then the fire sprinklers turned on soaking the four. “What the hell?!” Bruce yelled as you and Damian held in your laughter the best you could. Dick was hiding under a table to keep from getting wetter. Jason was letting a string of expletives run from his mouth. Tim was trying to save his laptop. And Bruce was trying to shut it all down.

Once he did you and Damian couldn’t hold it in any longer. Wiping away a fake tear you and Damian showed yourself.

“You.. You.. hahaha! You should’ve seen your faces. Oh god I should’ve recorded that, Alfred would die” Sentence being broken up with your laughter.

“TT, no need to worry [F/n] I’ve got us covered” Pointing to a camera in the corner. “You smart little devil” ruffling his hair.

“What the fuck [F/n]!!” Jason yelled, looking like a drenched bat. Something they had in common. “What was this all about, I want an explanation now!” Bruce raised his voice.

Though unaffected and sharing a look with Damian. “Something called sweet revenge” a sickeningly sweet tone in your voice.

“Revenge for what?” Dick was next as Tim was fretting over his laptop.

“Think about it. Today’s date, a certain brother of yours. That all of you abandoned by the way” Crossing your arms, sounding protective now.

They all stood thinking for a moment, but you saw Bruce hit realization first. “Oh! Oh god! I’m so sorry Damian” turning to the boy. The rest of their light bulbs lit up.

“We forgot your birthday” Dick said in disbelief with yourself. “We’re sorry Damian, we probably ruined the day”

They all wore regretful looks and were obviously beating themselves up. “It was actually my favorite birthday yet. [F/n] and I had a nice time together”

“You know we did! Get on my sibling level suckers” before turning and exiting the room with Damian. Leaving the drenched bats to dry off.

“Best birthday ever” Damian mumbled entering the manor. A smile growing on your face, you were indeed sibling #1 right now.

so like two months ago for my Hellish Day of Travelling an anon requested “some post-ending shakarian fluff” and because I am mORTIFYINGLY SLOW the sketch I started on that day in response…is now finally finished!! I got carried away and kept making it more complicated and it just took longer and longer… but yeah! finally done! here are the shepard-vakarians and their post-destroy adopted family. as usual, BIG BIG thanks to @masseffectgayliens for being a total babe and letting me blather at them to figure out headcanons :)

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I adore your stories and wanted to know if I can make a request? I wanted a hardcore Suga fanfic where he is punishing y/n after she was flirting with the other members and make them witness her punishment. Please and thank you!!!

Thank you anon! Shame that I know who you are, AND since you wanted to tease and pick with me AFTER I told you not to send any asks.. Oh yeah, this gonna be a real punishment. It’s AMBW guys. I hope you all enjoy. ;)

Warning: A lot of orgasm denials, over-stimulation, dirty talk, rough play, gagging, it’s going to be pure filth and it will be raw. So don’t read if you can’t handle it.

Show Time(AMBW Smut):

Yoongi was fuming by the time that dance practice was done. Mind racing with what to do he wasn’t sure where to start but he was for certain when he was done with you, it would be a while before you tried him again. He pushed you down against the bed roughly after practically dragging you from the other members as you all came back to your house. Yoongi was grabbing at you trying to scoot you up the bed and you thrashed against him trying to get up.

“Yoongi-“

“Shut the fuck up!” Yoongi growled out in a booming tone, his eyes were dark and you knew not to mess with him when he was like this. He started to work at your shirt, trying to get it undone and when your hands slid up to stop him, he slapped your hands away gripping at your neck to slam your body down, his forehead pressing against yours as he looked deep into your eyes tightening his hold around your neck..  “If you move one more fucking time, I swear to you that you will not get to cum for at least a month- you will be lucky if I even let you touch me since you want to be a slut with my band members. Now make your choice slut, and make it good.” Yoongi never called your name when you pissed him off it was always something provocative or degrading and it made your skin crawl which he knew it would. Slowly you relaxed your body against the bed looking up at the male as his grip finally released around your neck.

Yoongi moved back to the task at hand, gripping at your shirt to take it off. The fabric was too much and it was becoming a hassle to get you naked so he started to tug and pull on the fabric even if it ripped he didn’t care. You made a gasp of protest, but when you looked at him he paused his movements, his icy stare causing you to shudder as you lay there afraid to even help him take off your clothes. Yoongi made sure to discard you of everything, maneuvering your body until you were laying on your stomach with your feet pressed down against the floor, your body bent.

“Look at you, a fucking gorgeous little slut.” Yoongi hissed slapping at your chocolate ass cheeks watching them jiggle as your body jolted lightly. He did it again, gripping at your hips to steady you digging his nails into your skin. “Don’t fucking move!” He urged once again. Once your body was still, Yoongi leaned down softening himself for a moment as he flicked his tongue against your plump ass cheeks before taking a bite on your flesh causing you to moan out loud. The sound sent the blood rushing south towards his member, his eyes hooding with lust as he watched you. He was going to let you off just maybe tease you a bit but hearing the sound of feet shuffling he let his head snap quickly to the right seeing both Jimin and Taehyung trip over their feet trying to move from the room door. Like a switch his anger was back on, he was going to do a lot to them and you. But then the perfect revenge set in for them too because yes they were just as guilty as you. Yoongi chuckled darky moving towards your closet, staring to grab toys and restraints in his hands until he had to go sit one batch of things down and come back for the second one. Once he had everything, he gripped for the silver spreader bar first, bending down to place each side cuffs on your legs pushing them far apart so that you couldn’t close your legs at any time. He next gripped at red bondage rope moving to place your hands on your lower back binding them together making sure it was tight enough around your wrist.

Yoongi went towards the front room,  looking at the other men who were sitting around the area. He bit on his bottom lip as he watched the rest tried to make sure that they weren’t in his line of fire. Opening his mouth, he raised up a finger as he finally caught Namjoon and held his eye contact. He started to speak. “I’m very disappointed in all of you. And honestly, I can go up to a month ignoring all of you.”

“Hyung-“

“Shut up Jimin!” Yoongi barked sighing as he pinched his index and thumb finger as against the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to hear any excuses especially when I see Taehyung and you both trying to run away from the scene without tripping over your feet. So, I have an idea a way that you can make things right. I want you to watch me punish y/n.” Yoongi paused seeing that he grabbed everyone’s attention. Some watched him with curiosity and some looked at him with disbelief. “I’m not kidding. This is a one-time opportunity and if you don’t take it then I don’t ever want to see any of you looking at her or I promise you will have to deal with punishment of your own. If I were you, I’d take what I could get and be grateful because you don’t deserve anything.” Yoongi turned on his heels to walk back towards the room looking at how your body stayed in the same position. Your legs trembling slightly from standing up so long, smirking he walked closer to you running his fingertips up your bottom legs softly looking back as he saw his members one by one start to come into the room. They moved to line up against the wall, eyes avoiding you for the most part instead looking at him.

“Everyone wanted to flirt with and touch my girl. Now no one wants to look at her?” Yoongi asked as he landed a harsh slap against your ass causing you to release a soft yelp. “Is her ass not plump enough?” He asked gripping on your cheeks spreading your ass apart to show your pink insides causing you to feel flustered as the men looked at you. “Does she not have a pretty pussy? What about how nice and tight her ass looks?” He asked moving to let one finger slide from your puckered asshole down towards the slit of your pussy and he slapped it pulling back to let your cheeks go. “is she not fuckable?” He asked gripping at your hair tugging your body upwards and back against his chest, he used his hand to turn your head to the front at the other men in the room. Watching their eyes roam over your body stopping at different parts, your body heated up. You felt beyond exposed to them, and even more ashamed that you were getting wet. “Now now kitten. You wanted a show and well guess who fucking gets one?” Yoongi asked you growling against your ear. His free hand moved around to grip at your breast pinching your nipples harshly before he let them go only to repeat the same thing on both sides.

You let out soft whimpers as he played with your nipples until they were hard, he moved to lean over, pressing his lips against your left breast first he started to suck on puckered nipple and around the plump mounds marking them with hickeys and his spit. He reached down to grip at the nipple clamps, placing them onto your nipples that had a chain connecting to them. He pushed you back down against the bed, trying to not break a laugh because he knew you were beyond pissed but you deserved it. He gripped at a pink vibrator that had ridges on it, he pressed it on your lower back and used his hands to spread your ass cheeks apart. His mouth watering at the contrast of your pink flesh against your brown skin. He moaned softly to himself, moving to flick his tongue up and down your slit slowly to taste you. He shuddered at how your juices were quick to coat your pussy, his tongue ghosting over your clit slightly, he pressed his tongue flat against your pink bud. He pulled back, letting his tongue ghost around the entrance of your pussy tasting the wetness there as well, he gripped at the dildo turning the vibrations on low, he pressed it inside of your pussy. He pushed it until it was deep inside of you the buzzing sound starting to cut through the silence. He pulled back looking around the bed he gripped at a feather smirking as he sat on his ass. Slowly, he worked the feather up towards your leaking pussy until he saw the water gushing down your parted thighs, his tongue darting out to taste it all and clean your skin. He moved back from you dragging the feather up your spine, watching as your skin became littered with goosebumps, his free hand moving to turn the vibrator on medium.

He saw your pussy tightening around the vibrator and he was sure to grip at the end starting to thrust it in and out of you at a quick pace, your back arching as you cried out for him to do more. “Oh, that’s right you fucking dirty slut. Show them who owns this pussy. Be louder I fucking know you can.” Yoongi dropped the feather onto the bed starting to slap at your ass cheeks with his hand not stopping until your skin was red and his hand print was starting to form as he bruised you.

Your body shook and you had your head pressed down against the bed, tears sliding down your eyes from the pain mixed with pleasure and the nipple clamps were not helping at all. Yoongi was always brutal whenever you disobeyed and you knew tonight wouldn’t be any different. Your toes curled as he flicked his wrist at a different angle landing against your spot, your moans changed and you were getting closer to a release. “Cum. I dare you.” Yoongi challenged as he continued to assault your pussy with his thrusting of the dildo. He pulled it out completely to watch as all the juices from your pussy gushed out like a stream, he could feel the confines of his pants tighten up as he watched the sight not even cleaning your legs but letting the juices make a trail down your body until it was resting at your ankles. Yoongi moved to grab at a row of black anal beads. At the same time he plugged up your other vibrator to the wall, walking behind you one of his hands cupped your chin bringing your body back against him once again, you mewled in pleasure bucking your hips down against the toy trying to ride it as Yoongi held the beads to your lips. “Suck it if you don’t want them to enter you raw. Fill that mouth up, I know you like it when it’s stuffed.” Yoongi slapped at your cheek before he used his thumb to push down your chin.

“Y-Yoongi ahh~” You moaned out as your mouth was opened. He looked in your eyes a pure look of ownership on his features. He slowly lowered the beads into your mouth starting with the smaller one letting them push down until they were buried down deep into your throat. He smirked as he took a look at the members, the tents in their pants making it obvious that they liked what they saw. He waited until your mouth was full, too stuffed to even shut your mouth. He moved you back down until your body was rested against the bed, he opened your cheeks again, running his tongue over your puckered hole this time. He teased the rim of your asshole, dipping his tongue inside of your tight ass teasing you as he pulled back. He repeated the same thing for minute, watching from the corner of his eye as Jin and Hoseok moved to see him feast on you. When he pulled back, he gripped at the beads pulling them from your mouth, he entered the wet beads press inside of your hole slowly, filling you up from the smallest to the biggest letting them all rest inside of you with the string attached to it handing against the space between your asshole and your pussy. He reached his hand down to turn the vibrator up to the highest setting earning a cry from your lips. Yoongi stripped himself of his clothes, walking in front of you he looked down at you watching your face contort in pleasure.

“Hoseok pull the vibrator out of her.” Yoongi told the male as he got on the bed, crawling in front of you gripping at your soft locks of hair lifting your mouth up to hover over his shaft. Hoseok was ever eager to do it, finding the excuse to touch you exciting especially since he got bragging points. You let your moans ring out, you were so close, but right when your eyebrows knitted together the vibrator was taking from you and your orgasm completely washed away from you. Whimpering in frustration, your eyes watered as you glared up at Yoongi who stuffed your mouth with his cock, sliding himself to the back of your throat. “Fuck- push it back inside of her.” He commanded Hoseok to do, he pulled his hips from your mouth before he slid himself back into the warm wet cavern starting a slow thrusting pace inside of your mouth until he remembered why he was pissed off at you. Gripping your hair tighter he started to surge his hips forward letting them slap against your face as his balls hit your chin, little growls leaving from his lips as he reached a hand over to slap at your ass cheeks once again causing you to cry out around his shaft causing you to choke. Hoseok slid the vibrator into you fast, causing you to moan out once again causing Yoongi’s cock to brush the back of your throat, your eyes teared up once against as your hips rolled back against Hoseok’s hand. Even he was surprised that he was thrusting the dildo inside of you but seeing you act so needy for Yoongi and become completely submissive had him harder than any porn scene he had ever watched before. Yoongi snarled as he watched Hoseok fuck you with the dildo and you react. He slapped at your cheek as he gripped at your hair harder watching the spit fall from the corner of your mouth and your chin, hitting his balls.

“Look at you! Such a fucking mess you are. Just fucking taking that dildo like it was my cock fucking into your wet heat. Abusing your spot, making you scream my name. And then you’re taking my cock so good. Is it because you got everyone here watching you hmm? A fucking vixen that wants every fucking cock. I bet if I let every member line up and take you, you’d cum on everyone’s cock because you’re my dirty slut.” Yoongi growled. “Hoseok now!” Hoseok slid the vibrator from you as Yoongi slid his hips forward and pinched your nose shut cutting off your air. You looked up at him hearing your ears pop ass the oxygen was taken from you. Your body convulsed and you gagged lightly as your eyes dropped closed. You didn’t even fight it because you were so used to the asphyxiation with him. Your pussy was needy, your senses were heightened and you wanted to cum so bad. Juices gushed down your thighs re-staining the lines that were dried up from the previous mess you had made. Yoongi let your hair go after he saw your eyes drop close pulling back to watch you. Your chest pounded hard and heaved for air, your eyes saw stars around the edges as you looked around the room. You felt like a ruined mess, the words he said to you were all true and that made you feel slutty but you weren’t ashamed and the mere thought alone that he put in your mind had your back arching more.

Yoongi walked around the bed, lifting you up, he gripped at the end of the beads, watching you he slowly slid his shaft into your tight asshole to rest against the beads causing your moans to turn into loud screams of pain.

“I need you to fucking- relax.” He urged pathetically trembling as he felt the warm heat around his shaft. You were so tight it was hard for him to push deeper to rest beside the beads, and the feeling of him stretching you out made you want to cum all over again. Yoongi buried himself slowly until all of him was inside of you, he wrapped his arm around your body to hug you to him, gripping at the vibrator he turned it off sliding it to lay on your tongue. “Suck it.” He commanded you. Your mouth wrapped around the dildo tasting yourself as he let you adjust to his size. Slowly he started to thrust in and out of your tight puckered hole, moaning around the toy in your mouth you tasted yourself and cleaning the toy. Yoongi shook his head at the sight of you, even in the midst of him being pissed off at you he couldn’t help but find what you did past seductive and breath taking. He let his hand thrust the toy in and out of your mouth until his arm got tired. He felt your hands press down against his lower stomach. He reached up to grab at your hair again after throwing the vibrator down against the bed, his hands moving to grip at your plump ass cheek as he lowered you back to the bed after some time.

Yoongi felt you tighten around his cock, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last long especially with how good your lips around his shaft. He let one hand grab at the vibrator turning it on he pressed the flat of the head against your clit. He made sure the power was on high, the lulling causing your hips to sharply snap against the bed. His other hand moved to grip at the string on the end of the beads. Slowly he pulled the beads from you one from one as he also slammed into your tight assuming his hand to move the vibrator up and down your pussy. “You can cum now. Cum for me… Kitten.” Yoongi called you that one name that had you releasing a loud mewl of pleasure deflating against the bed cumming for the male, he slowly let the beads pop from you one by one until they were all out of your tight asshole and only his cock remained.. You tightened around his cock, your eyes roaming to look at the members that were against the wall. They looked at you with want, seeing the hungry looks of need blown out in their pupils made your orgasm slam hard into you. Yoongi let you ride out your orgasm,  but instead of stopping he slid his cock out of your asshole and slammed himself into your pussy. He started to slam himself harder into you, fucking you into oblivion against the sheets of the bed. His hand continued to assault your clit with the vibrator and you couldn’t move only take the treatment he was giving your body. He held out for you, your body was a complete ruin against the bed, you could only stare with your mouth open and moan his name with other gibberish as your second orgasm slammed through your body. Your senses were all over the place, Yoongi moved his hand to pull the nipple clamps by the chain in the middle until it was snapping off of your breast. You were squirting in the matter of seconds when he started to roll his hips against your spot grinding hard against you not pulling back but making sure he was deep inside of you.

“No more! P-please Yoongi! Fuck daddy please I’m sorry!” You sobbed out as the abuse continued. When Yoongi heard those words he nodded in content, his hair sticking against his forehead with sweat that dripped down the sides of his face as well. Letting his head roll back he opened his mouth loosing himself inside of you. With a few more erratic thrusts he filled you to the brim with his cum moving the vibrator from your sensitive pussy that was gripping onto him like a vice. He slowed down his thrusts until both of your orgasms were rode out. He leaned over you to pepper kisses along your shoulders before he kissed your lips gently nuzzling into you.

“You can all go now. And shut the door behind you.” Yoongi muttered voice low and guttural. You both heard the shuffling of feet out of the room and finally the door shut. “You were good today. I hope you learned your lesson.” Yoongi sighed softly, moving to pull out of you slowly watching as very little of his cum slipped out of your pussy and that made him happy slapping your ass cheek he moved to untie you and get the spreader bar from your legs. He moved to your bathroom to run you a warm but mostly hot bath throwing in your favorite galaxy bath bomb and other herbs.

Yoongi moved to grip at your body picking you up bridal style he carried you towards the tub, sitting you down inside and climbing in behind you.

“I love you.” You muttered groggily not having the strength to do or say much more.

“And I love you too.” Yoongi said softly as he held you starting his aftercare so that he could love on you now that his point was stated.

The Blonde Leading the Blind - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: None

Request by anon: Hi! I would like to request something for Jughead maybe something like Betty and Veronica is trying to set up Jughead and reader, so they send them into a blind date or something? Thank you :)

I took a little liberty with it, in the fact that it’s technically a one sided blind date, but I hope you like it!

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Some quick musings on the new update

thelostspecial.com

Here is the text, with my first thought comments in bold:

I was going to draw this out longer but the truth is, I’m bored.

OK

There is no Lost Special. There never was, and there never will be.

And you know this objectively?

Once again, in their need to keep this midnight train going, TJLC fans created something out of nothing.

Even if that is that case, why do you care?

Seeing this obsession with “The Lost Special,” even though series 4 was clearly over, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to run a sociological experiment with a vicious fandom in denial.

Steven brought it up, not us.  Also, even if the series is over, that doesn’t mean it’s over.  They’ve repeatedly said they have through series 5 mapped out. It was only in December 2016 they started hinting at “we don’t know, this could be it.” Sure Jan.

My poorly assembled website took not more than twenty minutes to cobble together (as some people rightly pointed out) and very little effort to maintain.

This is a lie.  

“By the pricking of my thumbs (something wicked this way comes)”- I edited an ominous message into the code and title, referencing the Macbeth quote used in The Six Thatchers. It was strange to see how many people didn’t recognise the “pricking” quote and even criticised the website because it allegedly didn’t call back to Sherlock in any way- except that I was directly quoting a series 4 episode.

Except most of us did recognize this?  What about your dancing man code reference to Unto the Breach?

Watching fans defend how shoddy the website is, in their need for thelostspecial to be real was especially funny. It was also funny to see the people who guessed the website was fake and said as much, but didn’t even care because they desperately needed something to hold onto, with Sherlock over.

Whichever, why do you care?  Why would it be funny to you?

Then there’s the people who clocked that thelostspecial.com wasn’t “real”… and yet never question their own dedication to TJLC and/or the existence of a fourth episode of series 4, concepts entirely created by Tumblr.

The lost special site was only one of hundreds of indications something is fucky.  

 Anyhow. Next, I threw a random bunch of numbers and photos out there to see how people would scramble and react, and you didn’t let me down. Mostly I chose the first photo I found of a character that I liked the look of, in Google; there wasn’t real logic. I re-used some images out of laziness. I used an online generator to make the Dancing Men/Henry V code post.

So the meanings we found in everything, tying it somehow back to Sherlock, or ACD canon, or anything else were all coincidences?  

What do we say about coincidences?

40, 27, kra, the various “hints” you think you found on the website and found countless possible meanings of, they were chosen at random. Even the elephant photo was chosen at random. It wasn’t until after I edited it into the main website photo that I discovered the poor thing was named Mary and had been shot and executed for killing a man (on 9.13.16. Everyone overthought that one too much.)  So I used that info because it was serendipitous. “The universe is rarely so lazy?” Friends, the universe is often lazy.

“They were chosen at random.”  “The universe is rarely so lazy?

Sure Jan.

When I added a black image with five pixels of colour to the website, you did not let me down. People played with the image until they became convinced it was QR code spelling something out. It was just five meaningless pixels of nothing, created in MS Paint.

Yet you did the whole thing in 20 minutes.

The static gif was taken from a YouTube video of TV static from some movie, with an old Moriarty close-up thrown in.

We know, 28 days later.  With Moriarty loaded in.  Again, whole thing in 20 minutes.

The photo of John and Sherlock sitting in the watery 221B, I got it from Farfarawaysite.com, and scaled it down a little because the photo was large. That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined. I left the big black header on the website as a hint to keep your eye on those, since the thing I changed on 2/11 was in the similar Twitter header.

”That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined.”

Like Murderous Mary being photoshopped into the back picture? Sure Jan: http://whimsicalethnographies.tumblr.com/post/156824256785/221bloodnun-whimsicalethnographies

I changed the plain black header of the Twitter to a black one with a word embedded in it. The profile photo was changed to a plain black photo with XX hidden in it. No one bothered checking it, though clearly the account was active again, so I changed the profile photo to show the Xs, as a hint to look deeper. Finally people found the “clue” today, not that it matters. The word spelled out there is another blind alley that leads nowhere.

Then accept all our follow requests.  

MMTE: The source code message was a hint toward Murderous Mary the Elephant, which some of you guessed but no one looked for it.

murderousmarytheelephant.tumblr.com

(Don’t bother trying to access it, there’s nothing in there.)

DON’T LOOK NOTHING TO SEE HERE, EVEN THOUGH THERE’S A PASSWORD.

There was no set schedule for changes to thelostspecial. I used intermittent reinforcement to keep people frustrated but coming back for more. That’s why I added and removed things at unexpected times. There is no pattern.

Ok?

For people wondering, wow, why would anyone take so much time to do this? Well, I didn’t. Creating the plain black squares with a few letters, throwing a message into the source coding,  and uploading the new website photo of John and Sherlock took maybe 5 minutes. Creating a side blog with no posts and keeping it private takes one minute.

Except the photoshopping you DID do as established would have taken more.  Even searching for the first image you found would have taken time.

Overall, it takes less than twenty minutes a week to do this, once it was set up, because really? You do all the work for me. You all did what TJLCers do best- you took a bunch of random data, inflated it into something much more complicated than it really was, and created your own narrative out of it. Even knowing it might be nothing, and was probably just a fan-made site, you’ve still allowed yourselves to get worked up over it and allowed yourselves to hope. You’re reading into nonsense and finding clues where there are none, and naturally most of those “clues” pointed exactly where you wanted them to point to. Confirmation bias at its finest.

Well all I get from this is that we’re smarter than you are.

Learn from this.

Stop falling into conspiracies. Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely. Alternately, find something that doesn’t make you feel sad or heartbroken.

Seriously?  “Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely.”

Instincts are to be trusted, John.  

Also, my instincts have gotten me into a pretty good place. I’ll keep trusting them, thanks, and they tell me something is fucky.  We’ve seen this episode before.  

Goddamn you’re arrogant.

A few final notes:

“And in conclusion *jerk off motion*

I was somewhat entertained by the several dozen times people attempted to reset the password for the website and access the control panel. If I was petty, I would’ve logged your IPs and reported you to your ISP. (Don’t worry, I didn’t. I don’t care that much.)’

You cared enough to look.  

I didn’t send the “mole” anons or any other messages on Tumblr. I think other fans decided to join the game. I imagine they’ll continue until they get bored, too.

Read: I can’t say why everything else is fucky too.  Must be more people like me.

The only twitter account connected to thelostspecial.com is twitter.com/thelostspecial. I have no idea who runs the “contact” twitters but I’m positive they’re fan accounts. (If you think BBC-sanctioned accounts would post like that, I have a bridge to sell you.) As for my twitter, I set up the thelostspecial twitter account, followed some BBC-related accounts and left it alone for a week while TJLC fans went wild trying to suss out who I was following. That’s all I did with it.

Then accept my follow request.  Seriously, YOU’RE SO CLEVER I need to follow you to learn your secrets.

I didn’t start thelostspecial Instagram account. Someone else did that, I don’t know who.

Nobody asked.  Actually, I didn’t even know there was an instragram account.  Did anyone else know?

And if you enjoyed hunting, try a legitimate online riddle game, such as Amnesya.com for a challenge! All the fun, none of the TJLC and fandom “fucky” business.

Well, since you brought up “fucky business,” why are they screenshots of the Shrewd Living posts in the “Museum?” Did you do that too? Wow.  In charge of a scam website.  Oh, you don’t know about that?  Then why put it in there?  Why, John?

Nah.

Sherlock Series 4 is over. This is the end.

Thanks for playing TheLostSpecial! Goodbye and God bless.

Seriously, we’ve seen this episode before.

WE’VE SEEN THIS EPISODE BEFORE.

(no) chemistry

A/N this was quick and i made it more fluffy but its proof that im better at writing angsty shit and im glad because i have an idea for some angsty shit tomorow. 

Warnings: none, being unhappily hit on?

Req by anon:  Hi! Could you do a peter Parker x reader where they’ve been dating for a while and peter gets frustrated because this guy keeps trying to flirt with with girlfriend (even though she isn’t interested)

Heres a goofy part 2 that was requested

Originally posted by itsagentromanoff

Science was nice for the most part. Hell, you were at a school that had ‘science’ in its’ title. But chemistry was becoming overwhelmingly hated by you as days went by.

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Laura’s goodbye

Hello petals, yesterday and today I talked with Laura about why she decided to delete her blog. 

I understood her reasons and I agreed (ofc, duh) to post this message on her behalf. Now I beg you, please read her words, for she really, really wanted to let you all know why she did such a thing. 

What you’ll read it’s extremely important and I hope you can find a bit of time to think about her reasons and the whole situation concerning our fandom and the relationship between writers and readers. 

I’m sure we all will miss Laura, because she was not only a great writer but also a lovely, beautiful person <3

So, without further ado, these are Laura‘s words for you.


Hello guys! It’s Laura (previously @pantaemonium-deactivated2017062).
First of all I want to thank my dear Conny for allowing me to post this on her blog. I really wanted to have a chance to say goodbye to you. 

Many of you will be wondering what happened, how did someone who had just posted that morning and gave no sign whatsoever that she was going to leave… actually left with no explanation at all. Truth be told, I had been thinking about deleting for the longest time. As time passed, I felt more burdened, more pressured to write Fallout, or create contents you would like instead of going for the stories I wanted to write and, at some point I could no longer write a word of the many stories I had started out of an impulse. For someone whose only way of expressing herself is writing, this was devastating and it was taking a great toll on my mental health I was not willing to face for the sake of my blog. 

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Mommy (Namjoon/Reader)

Originally posted by bangthebae

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.5K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: When the typically dominant lover has a wet dream about being dominated by his lover, who are you to deny his deepest fantasies? After all, everyone has their deepest darkest fantasies tucked away in the depths of their sexually aware mind like they have skeletons in their closet.

Tags: Mommy Kink, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Denial, Fem!Dom, Cuffing, etc.

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.


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anonymous asked:

Yes, Dee, you really should be working. Bet your horses and their owners miss you when you spend all day on here. Why don't you be a regular fan & stop spreading lies & conspiracy theories about Sam & Cait. Wonder what the uni would think of Professor McD's wife being such an obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic. And it would really be embarrassing for K to know that her mother is considered an Outlander tinhatter. Light shipping with no conspiracy theories spread is the way to go, Dee.

Awww, anon, am I spending too much time on Tumblr for your tastes? Debunking too many of your sacred, but not very well supported opinions? Sorry about that- but what I choose to do with the publicly available information that is available to me is my prerogative, as also is how I spend my free time. That’s the time when I am not working. My tag line is a bit of humour, anon, not to be taken seriously. All the work gets done and then some, anon, never worry about that!
And speaking of publicly available information, I see that you have also availed yourself of some and done some poking about as to me and my family. No problem as far as I am concerned, or my family either. It is, after all, publicly available information and you are quite welcome to it. But you leave me at something of a social disadvantage, anon, in that you presume to address me on a first name basis- but, as you have chosen to remain anonymous-I don’t yet have your name to reciprocate properly with our first name basis communications. Oh, well, I suppose there is nothing for it but to just go on addressing you as “anon” until you see fit to introduce yourself.
But I suppose I should now get down to answering your questions. Since you have troubled yourself to learn so much about me it’s the least I can do to reciprocate your interest!

First, my clients are all quite aware of my blog, and of its direction. In fact we often laugh about the absurdities of social media, and the proclivities of certain of its users to take it upon themselves to tell others how they should think. ( that’s a polite way to say “NSTer, anon)

And then there is my husband, who as you point out, anon, is indeed a professor. He was a little miffed to learn about your interest in him, anon, but only because your research seems to have failed to turn up, and refer to him by, his actual job title. He is actually a Distinguished Professor- which means he holds an endowed chair, anon, which means he is a very important part of his department, he teaches the advanced courses, sits on important committees, oh, and he also has tenure. Which means that it doesn’t really matter to him, or to his uni, what sort of things his wife might choose to do with her spare time. Even if that thing is to be an “obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic” lol! He is also well aware of my blog, and it’s content. In fact we both get a really good laugh together most mornings when he shares with me the latest political news a la Trump and friends, and I fill him in on the latest fandom happenings (that’s also a polite way to say “NSTer happenings, anon)

And then there is my lovely daughter, anon. I am so glad you didn’t leave her out of this as I am always happy to talk about her- that’s what parents love to do! She’s also well aware of my blog, and it’s content as well, anon. In fact she was the one who got me started in Tumblr. She ran a fandom blog in another fandom for several years and is also well aware of ships and shipping- and how the term "tinhatter” is applied to any ship that an individual disagrees with (which is a polite way of saying “NSTer”, anon)

So now that the pleasantries are sorted, anon, let’s get down to your real reason for writing. The conspiracy thing. You advocate “light shipping” for me, but there is no such thing. Not in the dictionary, not in the Urban Dictionary, and not even on Google. It doesn’t exist as a word, or a concept. It is only a “thing” in the minds of certain bloggers. The truth is, anon, you either ship it or you don’t. No heavy or light to it.
And as to any “conspiracies” that is also a thing that comes with the territory in this fandom. The position of both sides requires there to be a “conspiracy” for their position to exist. The Sam Cait ship requires the “official” narrative of Sam and other girls to be a put on. And the Samzie ship requires the whole of the matter between Sam and Cait, as displayed by them their own selves, to be a put on. Either way someone is doing a put on, anon, it’s just a difference of opinion as to who.

When I add it up I get sam and Cait, as do my family and friends. Others get a different answer. So be it. Live and let live, and it is all public information after all. It’s not illegal, or even immoral to form opinions about it. Or to print those opinions or discussions.

And that brings me to your last point, anon. The implication that I am putting my family at risk by looking at publicly available information, and printing my opinions about it. Or that I am doing something wrong that I, or they, would not want known about.
It’s obvious that is not the case. If I was doing wrong, and if you were actually someone with the power to do something about that, then we would be having this communication via letterhead, and not via an anonymous submission to my Tumblr blog.

And maybe you should ask yourself what it is that you are really saying when you resort to threats to try to silence the words what you claim to be nothing more than an “obsessed, out of touch with reality fanatic”. If I was truly just a “tinhatter” shouldn’t it be easy to simply ignore me the same way that everyone ignores the homeless guy who stands on the busy intersection preaching loudly, every day, about the end of he world which according to him is directly upon us?
Instead you take the time out of your life to research my family and compose implicit threats- and no one likes to waste time. That tells me that my words are not meaningless. That tells me that my words are believable- and that they are believable enough to cause a threat to your worldview. And that you had no facts at hand, or even a good argument to make to refute them. No reason to need me silenced otherwise that I can see. There really isn’t a higher compliment

So thanks, anon, for taking the time out of your day so send me such a gracious compliment. My family and I send you our regards. Sorry we can’t thank you personally at this time since you are still anonymous, but perhaps in time you will feel comfortable introducing yourself. Or maybe not, since your choice to remain anonymous rather confirms the view that revealing your true identity would also be a reveal that you are in fact nobody whose opinion actually matters- or you would be using your real name and revealing that your opinion DOES matter after all. But this all is making even my eyes roll, anon, so take care of yourself, anon, whoever you are!
Until then- Cheers!

Romance, Part One

There’s been a prompt in my inbox for quite some time, imploring me to write a bit of romance. Thing is, I’ve never even attempted romance. Not even once. But hell, it’s a chance to try something new. And I tried for you, anon. I tried my damnedest. So here goes. 

(And many thanks to the immensely talented @edierone​ for her insight and suggestions!)

Summary: “And how exactly would you romance me, then? You know. Just so I don’t mix you up with any more shapeshifters.” 

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Beautiful? Me?! Aw shucks anon, you are too kind X3

While I completely agree that the MC in the game is almost too perfect at times, I feel like all you really needed to do for Jumin is to take his opinions and thoughts seriously and not write him off as a “typical rich corporate heir.”

And so, with manic glee induced from staying up too late for a few nights in a row, I present to you a sharp, sassy, tsundere, and crass MC who somehow manages to charm our resident cat mom ;)

WARNING: This MC is a potty mouth :P

-Admin Bloo

  • Personally, Jumin Han couldn’t understand what all the excitement was about around their new member.
  • Sure they could possibly hold a party again after a long time, but she wasn’t THAT great.
  • From what he had gathered from previous chatrooms, she was loud, crass and boisterous. And sweared way too much for her own good.
  • Hmm, since he put it that way, he could see why she got along with Luciel and Zen so much.
  • When he voices these opinions, he was immediately accused of being salty about her reaction towards his cat.
  • It is true that he was offended when he had graced the chatroom with a beautiful picture of Elizabeth III and the only thing she could say was “whatever” before changing the subject.
  • Frankly, he could care less about the lack of enthusiasm from her side. He was still going to send more of the pictures.
  • But that still didn’t erase the fact that she was the rudest and the most nonsensical woman he had ever met. It was as if she had grown up with no sense of dignity and grace.
  • She would nag him for every little expense he made; every time he gave extra work to Jaehee; and for basically every thing he did.
  • He felt so attacked. It was like she had joined the RFA to pick out every little thing he did wrong. And he already believed himself to be very efficient.
  • So why was it that he found himself amused at all the unique… names and threats MC spat out for every time Zen attempted to woo her?
  • And how could he have stayed up til 3 am simply having a “discussion” heated debate about investments and stocks when he had an early morning meeting the very next day?
  • Turns out she had a very good head on her shoulders and work as a very successful and shrewd financial advisor/planner.
  • He had to give her a little bit of respect after that night.
  • One night he had logged into that chatroom after a particularly stressful dinner, and upon finding Assistant Kang already there, started discussing various marketing schemes for a new line of cat clothing.
  • It was his luck that Zen and MC were on too; Zen had already started his tirade against prioritizing Elizabeth III over his overworked assistant. Jumin was already anticipating MC’s verbal abuse as well…
  • But strangely enough, MC had simply told Zen to shut up. and Jaehee to half-ass her work when it comes to anything related to cats, but that was besides the point.
  • Everyone in the chatroom was stunned. MC was seriously passing on roasting Jumin for the day?
  • When Zen asked why, the irritation in her reply was almost palpable.
  • “He is clearly too stressed to plan anything serious. Don’t you think that there might be a reason why he’s so fucking obsessed with his cat? I seriously don’t care to know, but if this is the only way he can relax, then LET HIM FUCKING RELAX!!”
  • Jumin felt his heart pound and forgot to breathe for a second.
  • How did she know?
  • MC logged out of the chatroom after that.
  • Jumin logged out as well, and before he knew it, he dailled her number.
  • Only problem was… he didn’t know what to say??
  • There was silence on the line for almost a minute until she responded with a soft “what?”
  • The softness of her voice cause his mouth to run dry, and he asked just as softly. “Are you okay?”
  • After a long sigh, she replied “Yes, I am. Are you?”
  • Her curtness snapped him back to normal. “Yes, but I would like to inform you that your little speech was a complete waste of energy on your part-”
  • “Listen here you son of a-”
  • “But thank you for that.”
  • That shut her up.
  • “It was just as you had said. I had a terrible meeting today and had been tense because of it.”
  • MC remained silent, and Jumin was almost about to hang up when she started talking quietly again.
  • “There is no need to explain. We all have bad days, and I was just pointing out what others were too blind to see.” But then he could hear the laughter growing in her voice. “But maybe, if you had said that at the chatroom in the first place instead of rambling about ANOTHER goddamned cat project that could potentially sink your business, then people would take you more seriously.”
  • Jumin had to chuckle at her gall. “Of course MC. I will keep that in mind. Good night.”
  • After dropping the call, he stared at the phone for a long time.
  • The new member was… truly one of a kind.
  • Thoughts of her and how different she was compared to ANY woman he had every met plagued his mind for the rest of his night.

To be continued…

UPDATE: PART 2 IS HERE

Panels | Tom Holland

Request: hey honey can I ask for tom holland x famous!reader imagine? reader is his celebrity crush and during an interview or trailer presentation he sips it out. Please? <3

Pairing: Tom Holland x Famous!Reader

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon for sending in my first request! Hope you enjoy reading :)

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anonymous asked:

if this makes you uncomfy pls ignore me and i apologize in advance, but it's a situation hitting rly close to home right now and i could use some chocobro support so, i was wondering if i could ask for how the chocobros would handle it if their s/o was being harassed by an awful ex? not in person but by texts, email, rumors etc. just being super mean and all-around gross. ;-;

Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that, anon! That is definitely not okay and I’d be calling someone to go beat them up asap. If that’s not an option, then block them on everything you can! Nobody deserves harassment. I hope the chocobros can cheer you up a bit for the time being.

Sending all our love & support~

—Leigh


Absolutely none of the guys will take this matter lightly. Though some of them may not show it as much as the others— they will be livid. Make no mistake when I say that they will be your literal knight in shining armor. Nobody messes with their s/o, no matter who they are— or used to be.

Noctis

You’ve been trying to keep it from him— downplaying the entire situation. The texts, the calls, the emails, all of them you open but delete, checking over your shoulder every time Noctis may be around. The last thing he needs is to be bothered with this nonsense when he’s got princely-business to attend to. After all, the two of you are fresh into your relationship and you certainly don’t want to bring your old dirty laundry into the mix.

However, the ruse isn’t kept up forever. The prince may be lazy, but he’s no fool. He catches you the first evening you decide to stay the night at his apartment. It was supposed to be a momentous thing— a mile stone, if you will— and it had been… until your phone started going off while you were in his bathroom brushing your teeth.

You don’t hear it over the water, but you do hear Noctis say something about a call coming in. Thinking that it’s your overzealous best friend hitting you up for deets on the prince’s preference of underwear, you tell him to answer it— chuckling to yourself when you picture your friend’s reaction.

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