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Pairing: Luke & You

Words: 1600+ 

Warning: Mildly nsfw

 I haven’t proof read bc i’m tired so sorry about that and i changed up my writing style let me know if you like this better or if you prefer my original style! Once again feedback is appreciated xx 


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Let me Hold You, Let me Love You: A Solangelo Request

She died.

He knew he did everything he could have to help, but he still felt useless. If not angry with himself.

But he had to face the facts.

She died.

He didn’t know her name.

He didn’t even know who her parent was.

No one did. She was knew. But before a camper from the Demeter Cabin brought her in, Will had already been up to his elbows in patients, some with major injuries, others freaking out about paper cuts and splinters. He was actually trying to calm down a young Hesphastaus camper who had fallen an scrapped her knee when the little girl was brought in by a frantic looking Demeter boy who was screaming for someone to help. Apparently he had gotten an off camp pass to visit his sickly aunt and on his way back witnessed her get attacked, but by the tike he made his presence known and was about to help, the monster vanished, leaving the wounded girl.

She had lost too much blood to begin with.

And yet Will still felt guilty.

It had been a bad day. And his boyfriend Nico Di Angelo knew that. So, with a surge of enthusiasm and determination he set out to prepare a date. The perfect date! All other dates would seem miniscule by comparison. Yeah! He was going to do this. With an excited yet nervous smile he ran off to get help from Piper and Annabeth. He was going to make sure Will knew how much he meant to him. How much he lo…lo….cared for him. He would work on the love thing. He was pretty sure he wasn’t quite ready to tell him that just yet.

With his heart racing and a plan ready, he set out.


Will was exhausted. Physically and Mentally. So he wasn’t really aware that someone had dropped off a letter for him until one of his siblings, he didn’t really know which if he was honest since his mind felt so foggy, pointed it out to him.

With a brow raised in curiosity, he carefully picked up the letter and opened it. As he read it, a small smile tugged at his lips.

I know you don’t really like to miss dinner and the campfires, but make an exception? Just this once, please. Austin has already agreed to be in charge for tonight. So dress nice-ish, like casual with a touch of fancy. And meet me in Cabin 13
-Nico ’

What was that boy planning? Well, Will thought, he’d find out soon as he headed to his cabin for a quick shower.


Nico paced around his cabin making sure everything was set. He had aquired a nice little round table from Annabeth, promising to give it back, dishes and such he snuck from the dining pavilion, he used a Hesphastaus campers oven, he was surprised he was still alive quite frankly, to cook spinach tomato tortellini and some zeppoles for dessert. He even somehow got a bottle of red wine from the Stoll brothers. So dinner was set, and smell heavenly if he did say so himself.

He even fucking lit candles and had a small vase of roses in the middle of the table.

He nodded everything was set, he had an old record player on a desk a bit aways from the table with a record in place but not playing yet, it was one of those ones you had to crank with that old tuba looking thingy on it. He smiled. Everything was perfect.

But just to make sure (again ) he looked over everything. He even went to his bathroom to see how he looked, he got a small haircut from the Aphrodite campers, even a facial not that Will needed to know of though. His clothes were nice as well, he had on a short sleeved button down black shirt, a red bow tie, not ripped black skinny jeans, and red suspenders. He even brought out his black polished loafers. The Aphrodite campers tried to slick his hair back, but his curls would not allow it.

He was ready.

A knock at the door broke his attention.

He was not ready. What if Will thought this was stupid? What if he loved it? Oh gods what if he laughed!?

Another knock.

Nico took a deep breath in before stomping to the door and yelling out for Will to close his eyes.

Then with one last glance over he opened the door.


Will was kinda confused as to why he had to close his eyes but did so nevertheless. He was sporting a white short sleeve button down with a yellow tie, dark blue jeans, the darkest he owned, and put on his old yellow converse for good measure instead of his usual flip flops.

When he heard Nico open the door he smiled but then chuckled as he felt Nico wrap something over his eyes.

He let himself be lead by the smaller demigod till he was told to sit down. His nostrils were invaded by various different scents, some delicious, some…intoxicating.

“Nico are you wearing cologne?” He asked, clearly amused.

“Shut up you idiot! Take off your blind fold.” Nico grumbled out.

Will could hear him walk away somewhere as he fumbled with the knot of the blindfold then he heard some squeaking and suddenly the room was filled with a soft jazz melody. When he finally got the blindfold off he couldn’t help but gasp.

The beautifully set table with food that looked to die for, then his eyes made their way to his red faced boyfriend who was scowling to hide his embarrassment and he looked so handsome.

Will felt himself blush as well as he gaped at everything. “Nico this….this is amazing….it must have taken so long to set up.” He breathed out as Nico took his seat across from him and looked at the table. “It was nothing….” He mumbled out. But Will did not buy it, “nothing? Nico this is great.”

Said boy just blushed more as he picked up his fork, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were turning white. “Just eat the dumb food, Solace. I didn’t make it for nothing.”

The blond raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly before he too picked up his fork. “With pleasure Di Angelo.” He cooed before taking a bite of his pasta, and actually letting out a pleased moan at the taste. “Oh my gods……” Nico let himself smile proudly before the two dug into there food, occasionally sipping at their wine. Will would have questioned him on where he got the liquor and lecture him on how underage drinking was bad, but that could wait. They ate they laughed and will relaxed. The music helped with that as well. The woman who was singing had a beautiful voice. “What song is this?”

“It’s Forse un Di by Norma Bruni. It’s nice huh?” Nico said with a small smile as he stared at his record player. Will would tease him later about being so old fashioned but for now he reveled in the peace and affection. He was about to say something else when Nico suddenly stood up and held out his hand. “C-Come on. I’m gonna teach you how to dance. You’re probably too much of a klutz to know how to slow dance.” Will knew he was nervous by how insulting he was being, so he just laughed and let himself be led into the middle of the cabin. Nico taught him some basic steps and soon their dancing turned into just swaying, pressed together, with Nico against his chest, and him with his face buried in those curly dark locks. Nico hummed along to the song and it was just so wonderful. Will felt like he was in Elysium. “Thank you Death Boy….I…..I needed this.”

“Nico looked up and smiled at him. “I know. I….also know something else to help you relax.” He mumbled out as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

“And what would that beeE!” Will was caught off guard as Nico palmed him through his jeans. The son of Apollo let out a series of groans as Nico rubbed him over and over again until he felt himself begin to strain against said denim prison. Nico chuckled softly before he looked up at Will. “Go sit at the end of the bed Tesoro. Let me help you relax.”

Will hesitantly did so and slightly stretched his legs away from one another. “Nico you don’t have to.”

Nico got down on his knees as he slowly unzipped Will’s jeans and unbuttoned them. “I know. But I want to. Is that okay?” He asked with a tilt of his head which looked too innocent for what he was about to do. Will nodded his head, “it is perfectly okay. 100 percent okay in fact. Please do.”

With a small chuckle, Nico released him from his prison before pressing a soft kiss to the head of his erection, eliciting a small moan from Will. Nico took his time pressing a trail of kisses from the tip, down the base, and liking his way up before he took just the tip in and swirled his tongue. Will’s eyes had fluttered close as his hands gripped the comforter harshly. “Nico..” He whined out as one hand ran through the Italians hair, before lightly gripping it. He wanted more. He needed more.

So Nico gave it to him. He took in his whole length and began to suck, occasionally stopping to just lick, but quickly going back to sucking. But when he began to bob his head, Will knew he wasn’t going to last long.

He was barely even able to give Nico a warning before he came in his mouth. The younger demigod let him finish before spitting out the cum on a tissue and smiling up at Will. Which should have been illegal. “Better?”


Nico stood up and placed a chaste kiss to Will’s lips, and that’s when he noticed how hard Nico was. Here he was getting spoiled as poor Nico was just giving, not getting, so he did the only logical thing and palmed his boyfriend. “But I think I want more. Is….is that okay?”

Nico, the beautiful italian washed in candlelight, arousal clear on his face, looking more beautiful than Aphrodite or some even Apollo (don’t tell them he thought that) had the audacity to whisper “Please,” in a desperate voice. Was this boy even real?

Will got to feel just how real he was over the course of the night, as they made love and as they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Nico was a dream come true.

And Will was certain that he loved him and would continue to do so. So he pulled the sleepy demigod closer, kissed his forehead, and whispered.

“I love you, Nico Di Angelo.”

((Here ya are @nicotheghostking I hope you like it!!))
You’re In My Seat [chapter 2]

A/N: Here’s chapter 2! This one’s a bit long but it gets things going. Hope you like it! And I’m gonna have this story take place in LA, just so you know. Also if anyone has any suggestions for what direction I should take this story, let me know! 


As she took her earrings and jewelry off her wrist, her eye caught a hold of the paper cloth that had been sitting in the same spot for almost three weeks now. There was something about her that told her to keep it. She thought about it, calling him. That if she calls him, she’ll get attached. Too attached. And not just to him. His son too. Did she really want to get involved with him? I mean, he seems like a wonderful guy, but he comes with a lot of baggage and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. She picked up the napkin anyways. Dialing his number in her phone, she waited for him to pick up.

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Catched - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Hiiiii. I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader and Stiles are sneaking into a teachers classroom or something to get papers or something but the teacher or whoever comes and they have to hide and somehow kiss? Idk. And also your blog rules! 😘😊 ———— “C'mon, we should go quick, everybody is eating lunch.” Stiles says to me while we walk, well, run, towards the last classroom to get some papers we needed for our test tomorrow. When we arrive, we take all we need, but just when we’re about to leave, we listen to the teacher’s voice coming towards the classroom we were right now. I try not to freak out, my palms were sweating of nerves, and I don’t know why but Stiles says, with a whisper tone “Let’s hide there, quick” while he points a little closet. We enter and, it was small, but smaller since it was filled with lacrosse sticks. We hear the teacher entering the classroom and we stay quiet, there, inside that little closet. Stiles is behind me and I can note his hot breath on my neck. I have a big crush on him, but I don’t know if I should tell him or not. He was so nervous he didn’t stop to say prayers while whispering. I turn around to face him and our mouths were really close, we could sense the tension there. I whisper at him “would you shut the hell up? We’re trying to not be cached, remember?” He looks at me with a sad puppy face and starts “Sorry, I just feel really nervous someone could catch us and think we’re copying something for the tomorrow’s test and-” i cut him with a kiss. I press my lips onto his soft lips and I put my hands on his neck while he takes my hips with his. We were so submerged by all of this that we didn’t notice coach finstock looking at us. “The hell you’re doing? Get the hell out of here you stupid teenagers!” We blush and we go to lunch toether. ——— - Hope this was good! Yay! My first request after a long time! And btw, for the blog’s rules, I will post a text later xx

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Book Rec Meme

I got tagged by… honestly, @cywscross, was that you?

Rules: In a text post, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag 10 friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. 

1. Vellum (and it’s sequel Ink) by Hal Duncan

(You know that one book you read sometime in your late teens/early twenties that never lets you go? Yeah.)

2. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

(Because by page 300 I was on the pedophile’s side and that takes serious writing skill. Even if it left me feeling sick to my stomach.)

3. American Gods by Neil Gaiman

(Anything Gaiman, really. I mean, I wrote my graduation paper about his books, ffs.)

4. Crush by Richard Siken

(Technically poetry, but Jesus Fucking Christ. I will never get over that book.)

5. The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson

(It’s borderline kitschy, but also very well concipated and gorgeously written.)

6. Escape from Hell by Hal Duncan

(That man could write toilet paper reviews and I’d read every word.)

7. Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut

(I know, I know. But Po-tee-weet.)

8. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

(Beause that girl wrote one of the first modern novels decades before the likes of Stevenson or Stoker or even Wilde were even born. And it’s brilliant, too.)

9. The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan

(The first horror is there’s horror. The second is you accommodate it. Pros: Wonderful prose, a self-aware monster. Cons: So fucking sexist. Which might be half the reason the book stayed with me the way it did.)

10. Savages by Don Winslow

(”I don’t recognize myself. I don’t know who I am anymore.“
And it’s all fun and games until someone loses an I.

I could do a million more, but that’s enough, I think.

Tagging… @vaguepositivity @reena-jenkins @avamclean aaaand I think everyone else I follow has already done this, so I’ll leave it at that.

godgven asked:

nudges like... i heard you do essays of mikakuri headcanons :3c

*mountains of papers fall out of trenchcoat*

my, my, how did that happen


so anyway, MIKAKURI

first of all, let me start off by saying that female friendships are important and conquer all, fight me on this. I can talk about these two lovely ladies for ages but I’ll try to make this as short and sweet as I possibly can.

no promises though.

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hybridequalist asked:

Not really an ask, just wanted to share this with you. I saw your art about Jervis meeting Erik and it made me very excited because I actually wrote a research paper in my IB theatre class about how I would stage a version of the Phantom of the Opera and how I would design the Phantom to look like your design of Jervis! I have a whole section on how they're alike and used one of your art pieces for the character design! Just thought I'd let you know your blog helped me in school as well as out!

Haha this is amazing!

Oh wow, I feel very honored to have been a part of that :’) Thank you luv!! I am honestly amazed to hear my blog helped ya out haha ^^ *hugs* Love the concept too!! Very creative!

I remember in 12th grade I did a paper comparing and contrasting Joker and Batman haha. XD Gotta make school interesting somehow amirite?;)


Dear Soll

Hi. My name is Roy Mustang. My friend might have written ahead of me. John said he might, but he never does anything right. You can’t even read his writing, so let’s hope his mom did his writing. I know mine is pretty blocky, so maybe that’s easier to read. I don’t know, since I can read it.

I hope that I got your name right, by the way. Soll is cool, I guess. Never heard it before, though. How do you pronounce it. Is it like soul? Maybe we’ll meet one day and you can tell me how to pronounce it.

I don’t have a lot of room on this paper, so I gotta finish this.

I was told you know about alchemy, a lot. Can you tell me what you know?


Roy Mustang


A Shot Across the Bow

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Part 5 - Dilemma


Pairing: Daryl Dixon x OFC
Word Count: 1,148
Warnings: language
A/N: I’m so on a roll with this! I hope you guys enjoy it! If you want to be tagged, let me know. Also, feedback is cool :)

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she’s sat at her desk with papers in her hand, reading them over & writing a note or two on her notebook nearby. gaze continues wandering to the clock, & then back to the papers, back & forth, over & over again until she finally hears the door opening. ❛ one moment. ❜ she tells them, finishing a note before setting the papers down & looking towards the doorway, lips settling into a smile. ❛ i see you got my text. ❜ she gestures fowards to the seat she’d put in front of her desk, silently telling them to sit down.

Ah, I was tagged by the lovely @you-and-bucky, thank you for that doll ♥

Tag 10 you want to get to know better!

Countries I’ve lived in:
Finland, the promised land of Santa Claus and free education
Favourite fandom: Ah, Marvel without a doubt
Languages I speak: Finnish, Swedish, English and little bit of Turkish
Favourite film of 2015: Uhh this is hard one, let me think… Age of Ultron, Jurassic Word, Ant-Man, Paper Towns, Mockingjay part 2 – I was gonna say fifty shades of grey but jk jk Jamie’s hot tho
Last article you read: Swedish one about the plane accident that happened last night
Shuffle your music library and put the first 3 songs here:
 1. Castle by Halsey
 2. Can’t stop the feeling by Justin Timberlake
 3. Close by Nick Jonas
The last person you dreamed of? I DON’T SEE DREAMS. Literally, I can’t even remember when I’ve last dreamed about anything. Or then I just can’t remember them, idk but this bothers me -do you see dreams every night?
Any recurring dreams?
Any phobias or fears? Wasps. Sorry for my language, Cap, but those fucking wasps and bees are killing me. And well, I wouldn’t call it a phobia, but I’m actually scared of dying and death altogether. I don’t know why, but I just am.
How would your friends describe you? Weird. And they would say that I think that I’m funny, but I really am not. AWKWARD and loud.
How would your enemies describe you? Weird, awkward and loud -wait, should I get worried?
Who would you take a bullet for? My pal, my buddy, my Bucky.
If you had money to spare what would you buy first? I don’t really know. I don’t mean to sound fake but I’m happy with everything I have at the moment —- oh wait NO I need a new computer! oops haha, I would buy Macbook Air 11″, I’m in love with it.

I’m going to tag @jarnesbrnes, @ss-buckybarnes, @preserumrogersyesplease, @bxbyblossom, @supposeyouwere, @eeeymacareyna, @thewinterheroine, @vanillaiice, @bovaria & @fvckingavengers xx

dearmadalice asked:


Number 9- “You look exhausted” 

“You look exhausted,” Sakon exclaimed, staring openly at the heavy bags under Mitsunari’s eyes, “have you been sleeping at all?”

“No,” Mitsunari growled, turning back to the pile of papers strewn across his desk. Sakon sighed. He walked across the room and sprawled out next to his Lord. Mitsunari refused to look at him so Sakon took the time to examine the damage his Lord had done to himself this time. His skin was ghostly, almost glowing in the flickering light of the lamp, and Sakon was surprised that Mitsunari’s teeth hadn’t cracked with how tightly he was pressing them together. He pouted.

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I’ve made a post about this before, but I’ll make it again. For anyone looking to make that paper road roller that goes with the dio SAS figure, I have the disc with all the files that outlines how to make it. It costs about $100 minimum to even get this disc and might even be worth more now. For anyone interested, I can give you the files for free anytime. Just let me know you’re interested and we’re in business

anonymous asked:

Hi I am buying a vip ticket for the show from someone and I was wondering if there is a way to tell if its authentic? They said they would send a pic? Thank you!

Hi! Definitely make sure they send you a picture of it. If it’s an electronic ticket it should look like a QR code with all the seat information around it (that’s what mine looks like anyway) and if it’s a physical ticket I’m pretty sure it won’t be just normal paper. From the pictures I’ve seen anyway it should look like about what a movie theater ticket is made of. So if it’s just a print out I would be careful with that..

But if anyone that’s bought a VIP physical ticket, definitely let me know I’m wrong or if there’s a more distinct way to tell it’s authentic! Thanks guys!

anonymous asked:

Omg I just watched someone's vlog on the rally for trump at Anaheim and let me tell you, those people need to wake up! Building a wall doesn't solve anything. The amount of guards that were there were not for out protection. You can google police abuse stories. I can't tell you how mad I am at what America is becoming. Bernie 2016

i hate donald trump and his supporters so much, and i already know about police brutality, i did an english paper on it because of how much of it there is. bernie needs to win.