might get stuff for this tomorrow

Probably going to finish playing the BC today! Editing and queuing may take a few more days, though! I’ll try to do some today, but we’ll see how I feel after finally finishing the challenge lol. I might relax and play some Guild Wars 2 instead, then get to the pics tomorrow. 

Also I’m seeing all this stuff about things being flagged as nsfw, and I have no idea what it looks like because I’m *old* so if there’s issues, I guess let me know and I’ll see what I can do about it? 


To all my witches out there excited for the Summer Solstice, here’s some fun ideas to get ready to celebrate the actual longest day of your year.

SUN TEA: This stuff is the shit for witches that enjoy ice tea. Really easy to make as well. All you need is a closed container, water, and some tea bags/loose tea leaves in a holder. Add the water and the tea leaves, and leave it out in sun for at least 5 hours.

I say closed container because I don’t want bacteria to grow in your tea. SAFETY FIRST PLEASE. The best part about this, is you can flavor it however you want. You believe lemon, jasmine, and some other item I can’t think off the top of my head should go into the tea; just toss it in. Please, please, PLEASE be careful what you put in your tea, I don’t want food poisoning or anything else to happen to you.

Use it to capture the sun and its essence. Hold the sun in your hands. Enjoy the warmth that it provides you.

FLOWER CROWNS: Flowers, their entire reason to live is for the sun. The best way to represent the sun is the way to show their work. A simple flower has more impact than you can think.

BEES OR MORE SPECIFICALLY HONEY: Yup, what’s better than flowers, but the workers who spend their lives servicing the sun and it’s works of art. Help the bees by supporting your local farmers and buy some local honey from your grocery store. Gets some bees wax and make some candles. SUPPORT👏OUR👏BEES👏

YOURSELF: Yup, I’m a low budget bitch. So everyone let’s wake our lazy asses up before the sun and welcome it. Do yoga, sun tan, enjoy a nice breakfast, enjoy a facial, anything else you can think of. Walk around and reflect the sun. Wake up to see the sun and stay late to watch the sun set. Be joyful, and happy. You are the best way to worship the sun.


There are many other ways that I’m leaving out. Bonfires, honey cakes, homemade (non)alcoholic mead, so many other ways to celebrate the summer solstice. There are many ways to celebrate the sun and the life it gives, and this is a great opportunity for the sun and the fire to shine. Happy Litha everyone.

((also its the 21st of June in 2017 in case no one knows))

Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 3)


Part 2 :  http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/154484517050/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol

Part 1 : http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/153920428680/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol?is_related_post=1

tagged queens: 

@thejulietfarciertlove @meggleangelo (tell me if you want to become one)


Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus, Young!Reader x Uncle!Elijah

I took a deep breath as the cold air pricked my skin. * why is it so fucking cold *. I pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind blows down the school hallway. “Hurry up Y/n,” my friends Jason and Kara say waiting for me at the gym door. We were heading to the gym since we have to go talk to our gym coach about the pacer test along with meet Hope. ^ Whoopee!^

“Slow down guys remember crouches,” I say tilting my head to the crutches in my hands. “Sorry Black Canary,” says Jason using my nicknames while scratching the back of his head as I finally catch up with them. “It’s fine to let’s just go before lunch ends I am hungry,” I said as we head into the gym when I remembered my plan. I still need to give Jason and Kara the goodbye letters. *Oh yeah soon I won’t see them for as long as they think we will. At least now I won’t be able to bother them anymore. Jason won’t have to wait for me at the end of the street so we could talk. And he could go out with Hope like he wanted to. Kara would have less competition when it comes to ballet tryouts. I am doing them a solid they don’t need to baby me anymore. No one will not even myself* I thought. *The voices will stop no more looking at the knife, in lust. Or wanting to kill someone, along with dreams of torture*. ^Yeah honey like we said your end is the end^. I felt like screaming as the Voice poisonous sound rings through me.

“Hey are you ok, ” asks Kara. “Yeah don’t worry about it I am just thinking about something,”.^More like hearing something, but don’t worry it will end soon just remember the goodbye^.

“Hey if you guys don’t see me for a while, remember that I love you guys ok, “I said not looking at them to see their faces.

“What do you mean are you going somewhere ?” Said Kara frantic, she was always caring for me but if you annoy her too long she will fight you in a heartbeat. “No nothing major just you know visiting some family for a while, ” I said as Jason goes to talk to out gym coach for us while we talk. ^family on the other side^

“But why all your family lives in New Orleans?”She asked. “No not all of them I have am Aunt who lives in Maryland,”I lie.^Ooohh lying you your best friend when you know it’s your last time to see her how pityful^

“How long is a while? Wait are you sure cause Hop–”

“Look it doesn’t matter what Hope says or doesn’t I am nor Hope nor will I ever be.  I am just going away for some time and to answer your how long question. I am not sure but I will come back ok?” I lie. *Thou I hate lying to them it is necessary for their own good. She doesn’t need to know, I am just a burden her parents don’t even like me as they prefer Hope. Once again Hope wins The Voices in my head win. But soon it won’t matter I am ending this soon maybe in the next life I will be happier. *

“Plus I am going cause of family issues something happened with Hope and they think it’s best I go away for a while. just for two weeks,“ I said then took out her letter. ” Here in two days open this letter if I don’t tell you everything that’s going on OK? But you gotta promise me that you won’t tell Jason, I will tell him later on in the day okay.“ She nodded. I wanted to tell her more. Tell her everything but I knew if I did then she would try to convince me not too which wouldn’t help anyone.

“Hey,” said Jason poking my cheek and breaking me from my thoughts. “Huh,” I turn to face then but both of then have confusion written on their face.“Sorry just thinking of when we are going for the trip,” I said acting excited.

“Are you sure?” said Kara death staring me in the eyes and poking my chest. “Yes, Kara I am 100% sure now stop poking me,” I said moving away from her so she nor Jason can poke me. Jason frowns while Kara fake cries. “Oh hey guys,” said Hope as she joins us. We haven’t talked ever since she came into my room last week, which I am grateful for but sadly she decided to hang out with Kara, and Jason. I don’t get how someone can be so fake. She acts like we never had a problem with each other in the first place.*^I do it’s just like how you’re being fake about killing yourself^ Ignoring the voice to best I can I focus on what it in front of me. Jason and Kara are laughing at some joke Hope said. *Jason, kara I am going to miss you two so much but this is for your own good you guys can’t be doing this to you guys, pulling you into my life no point punishing you guys for my sins and mistakes.* I thought.^Yet here you are still in their lives hurry up ^ 

“Yeah I  just a lot on my mind,” I said leaning onto him. Jason, Kara and I always had this kind of relationship. Always caring and supporting each other.  *It doesn’t matter now does it. It’s too later be thinking about that, not like things will get better or something.* I thought as we were about to enter the cafeteria when Kara was called for early dismissal.^finally your thinking like me so why don’t you finish it ^ I felt like another person was in the room whispering this in my ears, but guess what I am falling for it.

I pull Kara in for a hug, not a side hug like I normally do but a full one. I take in her scent as she wraps her arms around me. She smells like strawberries and banana. I felt happy in her arms as her body heat radiates onto me.I felt at peace, nothing could make me mad, or want to cry, the bad thoughts went away. I was at peace and happy, but like all good stuff, it must come to an end  "See you tomorrow,“ she said as we let go then ran off. I felt tears prick my eyes. “Come Canary time food,” Jason puts his arm around me as we went over to the lunch line.^Yeah get your last meal before you pass^ said Voice, might as well give it a name since it will with me till my end.

——————————-Time skip bros end of the school day ———————

I took a deep breath as I walk over to the outside bench with Jason, my crush, behind me. “Hey, are you OK?” He said as he places our stuff down and takes a seat. “ Yeah Just haven’t been getting the best sleep,” I sorta lie.^liar liar death on fire ^

The truth is that I try not to sleep at all and use coffee creamer to stay up planning my end and writing my goodbye letters. Half of my goodbyes are finished. And I already choose the outfit I am going to wear. Just cause I am going to die doesn’t mean I cannot be happy as I do it. But mostly it’s because at night I have nightmares and I wake up screaming which annoys the living hell out of everyone at home, one way to not annoy them is to not sleep ya know.

“So when do you want me to come over for Ms.Greene’s. Project ?”

“Oh right about that—”. ^You can’t cause I am going to kill myself ^ I shake my head trying to get those word out of my head.

“Let me guess I can’t cause of family issues and you cannot come to my house cause Your not allowed out the house for reasons your not telling me,” he said. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging so much lately. We have been best friends since pre-k. We used to play with the building blocks as Marcel would take us to the playground. I sigh as Jason rubs the back of his neck.”What is up with you ever since Kara and I have been hanging out with Hope and you got your leg hurt you have just been so distant

“Look Jason I know I normally tell you everything but honestly. I think I just need some space,” I said. I grew cold with every word I said to him. I am not sure if it was because of the cold but I knew it was most likely for the best. ^You’re going to die soon don’t make it harder for us ^ said Voice in my head.

“So are you still gonna come to my basketball game today after school right?” His eyes lighted. I  wanted to yes so I can see crush the  other team.“ No, I won’t I got to head to the Quarter house,” I said to him. His smile disappears from his face.

“B-but you always come to them so we can have Ice cream,” I take a deep breath .*I wish we could do that forever * I thought as I took his hand in mine  "Look Jason I know we always do that but I can’t this time —“

“Ahh  Y/n there you are.  ” I said Uncle Elijah and Hope. I quickly let go of Jason’s hand and put my hands on my crutches. * shoot I forgot Uncle Elijah was picking me and Hoe I mean Hope up* I thought as Jason picks up his books. I opened my mouth to talk him but he was already walking away. “I will finish Ms.Greene’s  project on my own. let you have some Space,” he spat out the words like daggers then disappeared in the distance between us.

I place my stuff in my backpack, slipped it on and went to Uncle Elijah and Hope beginning our trek to the house.

I pull out my iPod and headphones and start listening to ‘work out’ by j cole. He is one of Jason and I favorite singers. We walked together for thirty-five minutes before Uncle Elijah actually talks to me. Hope is on Uncle Elijah back since she got tired ten minutes ago from walking.

*honestly Uncle Elijah the Little shit can walk on her own  * I thought and continued walking thinking about Jason and I’s relationship if still even have one after today. ^what is there to think about it’s over and you ruined it ^ I felt my heart churn at her voice. *shut it voice*


It’s been two hours since we got home and so far, it’s just been Mom and sperm donner yelling at each other about something that is most likely about Hope or some ‘new enemy ’. I sigh as hear another vase slams my door again. *Uncle Elijah going to yell * I thought. At first, when they occurred I was scared out of my mind, but now I am used to it it doesn’t matter.

^Honestly, what is there for me to worry about. I am not gonna be here in the future so I am fine Right? Why don’t you just pick up a knife and slit your throat no one will notice your dead until the deed is done^. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest and pushed the hollow feeling into the back of my mind. I found these thoughts popping up in my head more often lately. Maybe it was bound to happen you know. ^So what are you gonna go^ said the voice.  

I get off of my bed and walk over to my closet, get into my good bye clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/my_good_bye/set?id=215314515), my wonder woman hat on top. I grab my birthday money and Uncle Elijah old phone which he let me have, doesn’t have a sim card but it still works, and the directions to place. I grab the rest of the letters I need to give and put them in my backpack. “Now the major problem getting out of this house,” I said until it finally hit me.

 I took off all of my bed sheets, which were a lot by the way, off from the bed then threw them out the window. I placed them in a way that they fall one on top of another. I took the pillow cases off of my pillows and threw them down as well. I tossed out my crutches. *I Hope I survive * I thought as I balance standing on the edge of the window. I pull the pillows to my chest and do the leap of faith from assassin’s creed, but it was kinda hard to do with my hurt leg. I groan as I hit the ground even though I made a pile it still hurt. I grabbed my crutches and struggled to get off of the blankets. Once that was over, head straight for Rousseau (Marcel and Cami’s bar). By the time I got there Cami’s shift was hadn’t begun yet thankfully. The room was full of people. I was about to take a seat when ” Y/n what are you doing here,“ said Marcel after I nearly have a heart attack. Thou would kill me it’s not the way I want to go.

 “Oh hey Marcel, how are you?” I said giving him a fake smile but I knew he wasn’t falling for it.“Nice try Y/n ” he said as we take a seat at a nearby table. “So mind telling me what you are doing here?” “I wanted to give this to you,” I said taking out the letters for him and Cami. “They are thank you letters for you and Cami. I wasn’t able to give Jason his either so can you give it to him? ,” I place them onto the table and slide it over to him. “I was hoping to see both of you here. but since Cami isn’t here can you please give this to her?” I query.

 He nods his head and takes the letters. I fight the tears and smile that threaten to break my heartless facade, but I couldn’t help but smirk at knowing those who I truly care about knowing how I feel about them. But as soon as it came it went.“So mind telling me what you are doing giving this to me,” he asked. *Oh Uncle Marcel even thou I didn’t say it a lot to you ‘I love you ’ you may not be blood but you are no water* I thought as I give him a smile. “No Uncle Marcel just a simple thank you letter were supposed to write and deliver one to those who you love,” I said getting up from the table and left Rousseau, leaving Marcel alone looking at the letters.

 _________________________time skip arrival death place_______________

“Finally” passing the entrance of the local indoor pool. No one was here other than me. I passed the locker area and went to the pool. *Huh the little shit is about to do it finally. Thought you were gonna plague the world some more. I don’t see why you are here still you made it this far let’s do it shall we* I wanted to fight the voice but I knew it was no choice. The reason I chose the pool was because of it the one place that no one would look for me. 

When I was young Jason and I would come here with Cassandra Winchester sometimes we all would just play on the not deep side of the pool, but we stopped once she left for a mission and never came back. I highly doubt Jason even remembers this place. No one else knows about this place since I never told anyone about it. The light from the water light up the entire room so it wasn’t dark. I didn’t take off my shoes or jewelry since they all had meant something to me. I walk over to the deep side of the pool that was 7ft. “Goodbye life,” I said then dropped into the water. 

The cold temperature pricked my skin but I didn’t let it bother me as I sank to the bottom. My vision was blurry but I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the water or lack of oxygen. I felt my body slowly sink close to the pools floor*Finally this is it. You free now you don’t have to burden others with your presence.* I thought as black spots blur my vision. I suddenly felt more tired than usual. *maybe a good rest* I slowly close my eyes and release the all the air in my lungs as darkness kills me.

_________Third POV at home_______________time past____________ _____________________________________________________________

No one notices how Y/n has jumped from her bedroom window over Klaus’s screaming. Kol rolls his eyes as his brother talks about how high and mighty he now that he is a hybrid. “Dear Brother Niklaus might you please stop screaming before Hope wakes up,” said Elijah Pouring himself a drink of whiskey. “Klaus opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. He storms out of the house slamming the door in his rage making Hope stir in her sleep. “Well that was dramatic,” said Hayley walking into the living room with a tea in her hand. “Has anyone ever told you that is how this family works,” said Cami sitting down next to her. “Cami doesn’t your shift start soon,” said Elijah, Cami chokes on her drink then runs out the room to get to work.

 “Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!” Screamed Hope, the Originals immediately run to her side. She was inside her sister’s room with a letter in her hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as Hayley comforts her child. “Hope what’s wrong?“Said, Elijah, while taking the letter out of her hands. He nearly passes out from what he reads.“There is one in everyone’s room” Hope stuttered holding onto her mother. Elijah hands the letter to Kol, who just stared dead at the letter noticing Y/n’s handwriting, Elijah walks out the room and quickly collects all the other letters.

 “Hope what happened?” said Kol trying not to be angry after reading Hope’s letter.

“Y/n is committing suicide,” she said.

 Everyone froze upon hearing this. That one of their loved ones was willing to take their own life and no one knew why or how she would scream in her pillow at night or how she tried not to sleep til the point she naturally has insomnia. “Why would she do that?” Asked Freya. 

“Why wouldn’t she, you always favor Hope more than her. You didn’t even notice that she was kidnapped,” said Kol glaring at him family “Brother do we—” “STOP BLOODY LYING. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HER MIDDLE NAME OR THE LAST TIME YOU LET HER CHOOSE FOR HER BIRTHDAY,” screamed Kol. “You ignore her cause she is human. Cause she isn’t as powerful as Hope. Yet you forget that you were once the same as her but at least we had someone who noticed and cared at least we had each other,” said Kol. “Rebekah,” he said pointing to her “ you have been begging for a human in this family and when we finally have one you ignore the girl”. Rebekah opens her mouth but no words come out. 

“Aaahh and the mother,” he said turning to Hayley. “You wondered about how you treated both of them so badly, but guess what you did even worse you only cared for one,” he spats. Hayley glares at Kol but knows deep down is words are completely right. She never once thought about what Y/n would want to do for her birthday or how she would drink coffee in the morning. “You people may not care for her but I do and I won’t let you people be the reason of her death,” said Kol, storming out the house. Everyone one froze upon hearing these words. The thought of Y/n finally ringing in their heads. Hope dries her her eyes and pulls her mom into a hug. 

The despair was too great that you could cut it with a knife. “I will begin a locator spell,” Freya walks out the door with Y/n’s necklace to begin the spell. Rebekah follows silently out of the house. “Elijah w–"Hayley opens her mouth to ask him a question when she already knows the answer. ‘Was Y/n ever treated like Hope’. They all knew the answer is ‘No’. “ Hope honey its time for bed, ” said Hayley.“ Uncle Elijah will look for Y/n and by tomorrow we will have her back I promise she will be back alive,” Hayley pulls hee daughter in for a hug, Elijah leaves the room but not after placing all the remaining letters on Y/n’s desk before leaving. Hope nods her head and gets ready for bed by herself for the first time in her life. Her mother asked if she needed help, but she denied it and continued on her own. "Mommy you should go find Y/n I will be fine,” Hayley nods and follows her request and leaves the house.

heartthrob (pt. 1)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

genre: fluff, angst, fuckboy!hoseok au, college au. 

note: this is the longest thing i’ve ever written pls have mercy on me.

part 2 | drabbles

“Heads up!” I hear an all too familiar voice call. I looked towards the origin of the voice and was hardly surprised to see Jung Hoseok, backwards snapback and all, with a football in his hand ready to throw it bluntly at the male I was currently speaking to. I narrowed my eyes at him, disapproving his typical overbearing behaviour. Hoseok simply winked at me, letting the ball fly from his hand directly at the male in front of me.

My hands immediately push the male away from danger, ready to receive the throw from the impossible man that I called my best friend. I recalled the endless hours I had practiced with Hoseok when his “bros” had dates to go on while he remained loyal to his bachelor, unholy ways. A smile formed on my lips as the ball landed in the cradle formed by my hands. I looked forward to see Hoseok smirking, but not at me, at the man currently on the ground because of the force of my unexpected shove.

“Taehyung, are you okay?” I asked, immediately helping the young man to his feet. The timid dark-haired boy brushed off the dirt and looked at me ready to reply but froze as his eyes locked on something behind me.

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Work Comes Home - Part 7

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution. 

Words: Approx. 9950

Author’s Note: Hi, I’m sorry this took so long, but I really hope you like it. It wouldn’t have been possible without @ourforgottenboleros, @secretschuylersister and @gratitudejoyandsorrow for reading it over. Also, all you writers who are creating amazing content every single day, thank you for being inspirational. 

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Disclaimer: Obviously, the overall story timeline is a little weird, it takes a while to publish a book, but we’re condensing that time for the purpose of the story. Also let me know if there’s any mistakes, I definitely got lazy editing.

Warnings: Some swearing

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Million Reasons (Part Five)

A/N: I hope you like part five hopefully I can upload part six tomorrow. Also here is Part one Part two Part three Part four if you haven’t read them yet.

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of sex

That day after school you immediately went to Bryce’s because you knew that Justin would be there and you really needed to talk to him about what happened at school.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up? You know for a pregnant chick you still look incredibly hot.” Bryce said when he opened the door.

“Hey Bryce, is Justin here?” You said annoyed crossing your arms.

“Yeah he’s in the pool house.” Bryce said as he let you in.

“Thanks.” You said as you quickly passed him and went to the pool house.

You walked into the pool house and went to sit next to Justin on the couch.

“Hey Y/N. Look I’m really sorry that I wasn’t at school today I just had a hard night yesterday.” He said looking at you.

“It’s okay Justin. Montgomery kind of helped me through the day.” You said with a small smile.

“No shit.” Justin said surprised.

“Yeah…..Oh uh I won’t be needing your jacket anymore.” You said taking of his jacket and handing it back to him.

“W-why not?” He asked confused.

“Because uhhh everyone knows now. Yeah Ryan published it in the school paper.” You said looking down.

“O-oh really Oh god Y/N I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. But did they have any proof?” He asked looking guilty.

“Like I said it’s okay Montgomery was there for me he did comfort me in the janitors closet but still. And Tyler took a picture of me without your jacket.” You said with a sad smile.

“That little asshole. I’m gonna kill that little freak.” Justin said throwing his jacket next to him angrily.

“Don’t okay. Montgomery already threatened to kill him I told him to stop. There’s nothing that any of you can do to reverse this.” You said as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Y/N you still haven’t told me what happened here a few days ago.” Justin said quietly.

You took your head of his shoulder and sighed before telling him everything that happened. How you told Monty that he was the dad, about your conversation at his house, why he looked so bad at school and what happened today even that you kissed him.

“Look I get that you are mad or disappointed that he pushed you away but when you’re head is straight again you will get it. He didn’t want to take advantage of the state that you were in it would be like I would take advantage of you right now.” He said trying to make you understand.

“And look I really think that he does love you and that he didn’t want to break up with you.” He said smiling at you.

“You really think so?” You asked confused.

“Yeah I see the way he looks at you and how jealous he got when he saw us together and how mad he got when he thought I was the dad. Look I just think you should give him a chance maybe you can’t be in a relationship with him immediately but at least try to be friends with him. Maybe you should also talk about what he wants to do. I mean he told you that he didn’t care if people knew or not so you two really need to figure that out.” He said taking your hand.

“Wow Justin I never knew you could be so sentimental but you’re right we should really talk stuff out.” You said looking at him.

“Yeah I know I might not look like it but I am and yeah you should.” He said as he leaned back against the couch.

“I think I better get going I still have some homework to do.” You said standing up.

“Yeah okay if you need anything or anything happens let me know okay.” Justin said with a smile.

You smiled and walked out of the pool house you walked back home and immediately went to your room. You took your phone and texted Monty

To Monty: Hey can you come to my house tomorrow after breakfast?

From Monty: Yeah sure. Why?

To Monty: We just need to talk.

From Monty: Okay.

The next day you woke up throwing up again and then eating weird combinations of food. Your parent’s were looking at you very confused you had no idea how they haven’t noticed your stomach yet but you were happy that they haven’t noticed yet.

“What has gotten into you Y/N you have been eating these weird combinations of food for days now.” Your dad said as he looked up from his paper.

“I don’t know I just feel like eating this.” You said with a shrug.

Your mom just rolled her eyes and walked away and your dad just went back to reading his paper. After a few minutes the door bell rang and you knew it was Monty but sadly you weren’t fast enough to get the door and your mom opened the door.

“Ow how surprising if it isn’t the delinquent who broke my daughters heart.”  You heard your mom say.

You rolled your eyes and walked faster to the door. When you got there you could see Monty looking down and rubbing his neck.

“Is Y/N here she told me she wanted to talk.” Monty said quietly looking up.

“Why would she want to talk to y……” Your mom started before you cut her off.

“Mom stop it okay. Come on Montgomery let’s take a walk.” You said as you pushed past your mom and took Monty’s hand.

“I never liked your mom.” He admitted with a small smile.

“Yeah neither have I.” You said with a laugh.

He looked at you with a smile and then you realized you were still holding his hand and pulled your hand out if his.

“S-sorry.” You said looking down.

“It’s okay I liked it.” He said with a smirk.

“So uh what did you wanna talk about?” He asked curiously.

“Well first of I wanna say thanks for pushing me away when I kissed you yesterday I didn’t understand why at first and I felt hurt but now that I’m not crying like a crazy person anymore I understand.” You said with a smile.

“Well I’m glad you understand. And believe me you have no idea how hard it was to push you away.” He said with a small laugh.

You laughed and shook your head.

“Um I also told Justin about what happened at school. And everything that happened at Bryce’s house until now. He knew that you knew but not about anything else. He told me that maybe it was a good idea that we figure some stuff out. Because we have a lot to figure out.” You said looking at him.

“Yeah we do.” He said as he walked towards a bench to sit down.

“So first umm what do you want to do. Yesterday you said that you didn’t care if anyone knew that you were the dad or not so what do you want to do. Do you want to tell everyone or not?” You asked as you sat down next to him.

“Yeah I wanna tell people. If we tell people no one will even dare to fuck with you.” He said leaning back against the bench.

“Okay but I mean how will we tell people?” You asked confused.

“We can tell people the same way that Ryan told people you were pregnant through the paper. Monday we will go to Ryan and tell him everything and with everything I mean literally everything from us dating this spring break until now.” He said taking your hand.

“Okay good idea.” You said with a big smile.

“Can we be together?” He asked hopefully.

‘I-I don’t know Montgomery.” You said looking down.

“Y/N please stop calling me that. I don’t like it when you call me Montgomery.” He said also looking down.

“And please I know I broke your heart but….” He said as he ran a hand over his face.

“But what? Just tell me why you broke up with me.” You said looking at him.

“I want to but it’s complicated okay.” He said as he pulled his hand away from yours and leaned his elbows on his knees.

“Look I don’t want to be in a relationship with you right away let’s just start with being friends okay.” You said hoping that he would be okay with that.

“Yeah okay. At least that mean I can be close to you.” He said with a smile.

“I really do love you Y/N.” He said taking your hand again.

“I know Monty I love you too a lot. But I-I just….Look you know how hard it was for me to let you in because I didn’t want to get hurt but when how I saw how you really were I started t trust you and then you broke up with me the a few days after we had sex and even if you didn’t want to hurt me you did I mean what was I supposed to think. I really thought you were acting different so that you could just get with me.” You said as you started to cry a little.

“Oh my god Y/N no believe me that was totally not the reason why I broke up with you. I know what my rep is but everything I said to you about you being different was true. You have to believe me.” He said as he wiped away some of your tears.

“I believe you Monty.” You said with a small smile.

He smiled back and stood back up still holding your hand.

“Please say that even though we’re just friends I can still hold your hand?” He asked hopefully.

“Sure.” You said with a smile.

He smiled back as the two of you kept walking. After a few hours he walked you back home before you went you hugged him and he started to walk away.

“Monty wait.” You said stopping him as you walked back to him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked concerned.

“Um I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow you wanna come with me?” You asked biting your lip.

“Y-yeah I’d love to.” He said with a huge smile.

“Okay um…See you tomorrow.” You said as you kissed his cheek quickly before walking back to your house and walking inside.


If you’re going, come by and say hi!

I’ll have some new stuff and will be doing on site traditional commissions.

My tumblrs will be on hiatus as I fly out tomorrow and will be staying a little later to spend some time with family in the area. If I have time to doodle on my tablet, I might but don’t count on it. Otherwise, it’ll be late next week before I get home.

See ya after the con!

What a Tease.

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John Shelby x Reader

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Prompt: You are hired by the Shelby’s after impressing them. 

A/N: I will be releasing a part 2 that involves more reader and John stuff than this one. This is more of an introduction than anything with slight hints at John taking a liking to you. Hope you enjoy!

Smoke swirled about the room, topped with laughter and the strong scent of alcohol. The further into the night, the looser the lips in the room became. Louder and louder as more people packed in the later in the day it became. The front doors smacked against the wall as they entered and the room became slightly quieter, still loud with whispers. As the three entered the side room the bar crescendoed back into speaking and laughter. 

You wasted no time and walked behind the bar reaching for the top shelf placing three glasses and whiskey on a tray. You passed the men crowding around the bar stools towards the Shelby’s side room. The tray weighed down on your hand as you knocked with ease on the small door. A creak came from the door that was now opened slightly, inviting you in. Only one of them looked up at you as he took a large puff on the cigar in his hand. The other two continued talking not paying attention to you pouring the whiskey into the glasses. Silently listening to the conversation acting as if you were hearing nothing about their newest business plan, your eyes drift upwards from the drink making unwavering eye contact with the lighter haired Blinder. Usually you avoided doing this with guys, knowing it usually only leads to trouble. Maybe it was because you were yelled at by the boss today or that you had been groped by twice as many guys today but you didn’t break as you continued to pour drinks.

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princess-blog-blog  asked:

Hey, can you do something like the MC is like an otaku? Like she totally just sits around and just reads manga or watches anime. And btw this is my first request so excited!!! :)

I relate lololol
Also, woah, first request! I hope it lives up to your expectations!

-He’s probably seen the basic anime everyone has heard of.
-Like some episodes of DBZ or Pokémon.
-Yoosung would be open, to watching anime with you. He’d actually be excited that you like it because he’s always been curious about it and now he has an excuse to watch it without judgment.
-Don’t show him violent stuff. He doesn’t like violent stuff.
-Fluffy slice-of-life will work just fine.
-He might like Sword Art Online or No Game No Life or Log Horizon.
-He’d get blushy if you watched a romance together awwww
-You both have addictions.
-If Yoosung stayed up playing LOLOL, you stayed up with him, watching anime.
-He’d be like “go to sleep why are you still awake”
-And you’d be like “you’re not sleeping either”
-Then you’d both agree to go to bed together and pick up where you left off tomorrow.
-Or you’d both throw caution to the wind and stay up all night together but you both always regret it the next day.

-Zen’s pretty indifferent about it, except for the fact that you’re as addicted to it as Yoosung was to LOLOL.
-One day you told him his past wasn’t tragic  enough for him to have white hair.
-He was so confused.
-You attempted to explain to him that white-haired anime boys always have horribly tragic backstories so you were surprised his parents are still alive and he doesn’t have some sort of terminal illness.
-(His past is still misfortunate but shhhhh)
-“Wait… anime?”
-“…Yeah, anime.”
-“You like anime?”
-He kind of treats it like he treats Yoosung’s gaming addiction but much gentler because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.
-He’ll want you to stop watching anime and reading manga for at least long enough to take care of yourself, which means no more pulling all nighters to finish an entire season.
-Sorry not sorry.
-Who knows, maybe one day you’ll be able to convince him to watch something with you.
-Zen would probably like shows like Shirobako but wouldn’t admit it.

-Jaehee has always thought anime was a kid’s thing.
-It would take some convincing, but she’d try it out and watch something with you, but she’d probably only like a few shows.
-Jaehee would like the pretty bishounen boys.
-She’d probably like Ouran High School Host Club or Free! or any other shows with lots of pretty boys.
-Like Yoosung’s addiction, she’d try to get you to stop. Not because she has a problem with it, but because she thinks you like anime a bit too much.
-It’s okay in short sessions, not when it keeps you for 48 hours straight.
-That’s not okay.
-But, to make you happy, she’d buy you some anime merch when you show improvement as a motivator. Also she just likes seeing how happy it makes you.

-As you were moving all your things into your soon-to-be shared home, there were a few particularly heavy boxes.
-Jumin had gotten movers to help move all the boxes in of course so he didn’t notice them until he tried to reorganize the boxes in the house.
-These few boxes were so heavy. What could possibly be in these???
-He asked you what was in it and you couldn’t remember so you opened the box.
-So much manga.
-Jumin is confused.
-“Oh, my manga!”
-Jumin knows that manga is a like comic books and, like Jaehee, thinks it’s for children.
-Which you’re offended by.
-Say goodbye to all-nighters. He doesn’t like when you do that.
-But he does support your hobby because it makes you happy. He’d even get you a nice bookcase for all your manga.
-As long as you’re not locking yourself in your room and watching anime for unhealthy lengths of time, all is well.

-He’d pick on you.
-He hasn’t seen much because he’s always busy with the whole hacker thing.
-Once he stops working for his agency though, he would actually be open to watching anime with you if you wanted to.
-But lowkey.
-Saeyoung’s probably already seen Naruto not gonna lie,
-He’s pretty much open to all the genres so he’d be willing to watch whatever with you if you want him to.
-His sleep schedule has never been regular but he’s not going to allow you to follow his bad habits. You need to sleep so that you’ll feel better and more energetic.
-You’re anime will still be there when you wake up so just go to sleep.
-Saeyoung would try to fix his sleeping schedule with you so he doesn’t seem lie a hypocrite.
-He’d buy you lots of cute anime merch and new manga when it catches his eye.
-He actually thinks it’s cute that you like anime so much, even if he does tease you and call you an otaku.

-He would always be there to comfort you when your favorite character dies.
-They always do.
-It’s nothing abnormal to him. Plenty of people like anime also. It’s just like liking a specific kind of music to him.
-But, V doesn’t like when you don’t eat (or eat too much) because you’re watching anime, or when you pull all-nighters.
-That’s not allowed.
-V would take you to bookstores often to buy you manga. He’ll make sure to get you new volumes when they come out.
-He has definitely memorized the titles of all the series you really like, no matter how long and foreign they are.
-It’s evident that he would do anything for your happiness, so it’s no question that he’d watch anime with you if that’s what you want.
-As long as it’s nothing too violent or vulgar, he’d enjoy it.

-(Actual white-haired anime boy confirmed)
-He’s of course never heard of anime. Nor does he really care.
-It’s not a big deal to him. It’s just like any other TV show or book/comic book.
-All he knows is it’s originally a Japanese thing?
-He’d let you ramble about your favorite anime/manga and rant about plot and art style and all that fun stuff.
-Saeran doesn’t mind.
-You might be able to convince him to watch an anime with you if you’re lucky.
-Probably likes tragedies. Idk why I just feel like he would.
-He’s not one for the bright and cutesy anime or ecchi, but action and adventure are fine.
-Saeran would do his best to buy you new manga, but he has a difficult time remembering and pronouncing the titles.
-He’ll pull you away from it when you haven’t slept or ate because of it. It’s okay for you to have a hobby, but when it starts interfering with your health, it’s a problem.
-No matter how much you whine and beg, he’s not letting you pull all-nighters to finish as season. It’s not good for you and he won’t let you through away your health just for “one more episode”.
-One episode = 20 episodes and he knows that.


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Levi sneers at the bowl Kenny sets before him. “This looks so bad it’s already giving me the shits.”

“Listen hear, you little cuss, you said you were hungry so I made you dinner.” It’s only defrosted and reheated leftovers of some questionable casserole the old lady downstairs made Kenny nearly a year ago, but still. It’s something. “And it looks just fine,” Kenny grumbles.

“If I eat it, I’ll probably die. Do you want to kill me?”

“Getting close.”

“…Mom would have at least made it look good.”

“Well, I’m not your ma.”

“Yeah, you’re a pile of shit, just like this food.”

“If you’re not gonna eat it, I’ll just pitch it.”

Kenny reaches out to take the bowl back. Levi makes an indignant noise and pulls the bowl closer, dips his spoon it, and shoves some of it into his mouth. He chews with a scowl on his face, staring at Kenny the whole time. He swallows loudly when he’s done.

“I’ve been poisoned,” he says before taking another bite.

Kenny snorts. Kids. He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits in the chair on the other side of the table, cracks the can open and takes a long swallow.

Out of all the jobs Kenny’s had over the years, he never thought babysitter would be one of them. There’s no one else to watch Levi, though. The dad has been M.I.A since he knocked Kuchel up. Fucking deadbeat. Kuchel herself works three jobs and is barely home. Kenny gives her credit for lasting so long on her own. She only came to him for help a few months ago, face tired, eyes desperate. And Kenny had caved. He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that loves his little sister.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

Kenny looks at Levi. Despite his complaints he’s already nearly done. “I’m having a sandwich in a can,” he answers.

Levi furrows his brows and frowns. “They make those?”

“Sure do.” Kenny holds up his beer and takes a sip.

“Is that all you ever have? No wonder your bathroom smells like acid after you piss.”

“You have a foul mouth for a seven year old, you know that?”

Levi shrugs, goes back to eating. Kenny drinks more beer. When Levi is done he hops off of his chair and drags it to the sink, then he climbs back up with his dishes and washes them. Levi’s just finished putting them away when the click of the doorknob turning signals the arrival of Kuchel. It’s the most excited Kenny’s seen Levi look all night  - he scampers quickly out of the kitchen yelling “Mom!” with a smile on his face - and Kenny would be lying if he said it didn’t sting a little.

He finishes off his drink and stands, follows Levi to the door and watches as Kuchel squeezes him in a tight hug, peppering his face with kisses until he starts to squirm in embarrassment.

“How was he?” Kuchel asks when Kenny walks up.

“Fine. He knows some…colorful words.”

“Course he does, he hangs out with you all the time. You swear worse than a sailor.”

“Bull fucking shit.”

Kuchel gives him an exasperated look.

“Okay, so you might have a point.”

She rolls her eyes. “Go get your stuff, baby,” she says to Levi, who nods and goes over to the small coffee table in front of the couch to start packing away his things. “You’re still okay to pick him up from school tomorrow, right?”


“Thank you.”

Kenny hums. “You should take off once in awhile. He misses you.”

“I miss him, too,” she says as she watches Levi neatly place his notebooks in his backpack one by one, “but I’m doing this for him. I want him to do better than us, Kenny.”

Kenny glances around at his sad excuse for an apartment - the peeling wallpaper, the worn-away carpet, the yellowing curtains, the window he fixed with duct-tape after a branch came through it last winter.

“Suppose the brat deserves it.”

“I’m ready,” Levi says, padding back into the room as he slings his backpack over his shoulder. He grabs Kuchel’s hand, then looks up at Kenny. “See you tomorrow, you big shit.”

“See you tomorrow, you little shit.”

“You two,” Kuchel sighs, but she has a small smile on her face.

Barnes’ Books - chapter 8


  1. Sorry for the angst. And the crap writing.
  2. Sorry Cobie Smulders I’m sure youre very nice, you’re just impossibly beautiful and as an ugly potato I get jealous
  3. The thing Maria says at the end, someone said about me, Which was nice :/

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One thing I’ve learned in life, is how to put on an act, and boy am I glad of that right now. I’m standing and pretending to reshelve some books when Bucky rounds the corner of the shelves, fiancée in tow.  He’s smiling at me and it hurts. What a fool I am.  But I put on the act.  I straighten up from my crouch, all wide-eyed excitement, as he speaks.

“Hey, I want you to meet my fiancée, this is Maria.”

He’s holding her by the hand, pulling her along behind him, and I hold out my hand to shake hers as he introduces me. Her handshake is firm and sure, much more confident than I feel.

“Really lovely to meet you Maria, Bucky’s told me all about you!”

This is a lie, a complete lie. I realise that until just now, I didn’t even know her name. Bucky’s told me almost nothing about her, and James just refers to her as ‘that girl Jamie’s engaged to’.  Bucky looks at me and his smile is grateful. My smile, in contrast, feels forced.

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Agnes Obel | Familiar

Every Me And Every You - Ten

It was a good few weeks before you and Reid were able to make plans to play again. One of those weeks had been spent on a case in Seattle, and when your down time had come around, Spencer had already had plans to visit his Mom for the weekend.

You’d been more disappointed that you thought you would have been and as you’d dropped Spencer off at his apartment on the way home that nignt, he’d noticed.

“Hey, next two days we get off are ours okay.”


“And use the weekend. I’m betting you’ve not played with any of the things I’ve bought you have you?”

You hadn’t and you told him so.

“Okay so tomorrow, when you’re doing your housework, try doing it with the eggs in. You’ll need to lube them up to get them in, unless of course you have a play before hand. And tomorrow night, I’ll be back at my hotel by 8pm, it’ll be 11pm here. You can always call me and I can talk you through doing some things.”


“Yes…. Things.”

“Crap…. When you told me you’d be out of town, I made plans to go out with Penny and Emily.”

He licked his lips, thinking.

“Okay. Well, we could still play a game of sorts if you like?”

“We can? I’m not fucking going out wearing those love eggs inside of me Spencer.”

“Not with those two you’re not. I meant more of a power game. I tell you what to wear, what to eat and what to drink.”


“I won’t be able to keep checking my phone all night though, they’ll get suspicious.”

“That’s fine, I’ll only require updates every thirty minutes. We can set a rule. If you don’t text every thirty minutes, that’s one strike of punishment against you for next time.”

“Spanking again?”

“Not necessarily. I might add them up and turn them into a larger punishment. Like five strikes equals an hour of you sitting naked with your legs spread, not be allowed to move or speak. Or five strikes would equal one flog. Or maybe, ten strikes would equal half an hour of you riding my mouth.”

You bite your lip feeling that familiar throbbing between your legs.

“How… How is that punishment for me?”

It certainly didn’t sound like it would be.

“Punishment doesn’t always equal something painful Y/N. Just something that not everyone likes to do. You’d be surprised at how many girls would balk at the term ‘sit on my face’. But…. Have you ever had so many orgasms that it’s become painful? Because it definitely can. I’m not sure I could make that happen in thirty minutes but I’ll give it my best shot.”

You guessed he was right. You’d always associated punishment with pain when you were thinking about the BDSM scene. But thinking back to when you were a kid and did some thing wrong punishment then didn’t always equal a smack. In fact it rarely did. More often than not, it was a removal of your dessert or being told to go to bed at an earlier time or having your favourite toys taken away from you. As you got older it meant having your cell confiscated or being grounded.

“So erm, say if I miss the thirty minute deadline a lot, would that mean that I wouldn’t be allowed to go out with Pen and Emily again for a while?” you asked trying to be coy.

“You’re catching on quickly Y/N. That’s exactly what might happen. I need to go, there’s an earlier flight I can get on this evening if I hurry, and you’re proving to be a distraction. I’ll text you tomorrow okay.”


And he had, at around 11am when you’d got back from grocery shopping you had a message from him.

“Got those eggs in yet Agent Y/L/N?”

You hadn’t, but only because you’d been out of the house.

“Not yet, I’ve been running errands. And please don’t call me Agent when you’re talking about stuff like that. It’s been easy working with you so far, and you’re the one who said you didn’t like blurring the lines.”

Not only would it blur the lines, but if he started calling you Agent, you’d end up calling him Dr Reid and for some reason you’d already found that hot before this little…. whatever this was had started.

“Apologies, point taken. Are you home now then? If so, put them in.”

“How will you know if I do or don’t?”

“That can be applied to the whole of today. How will I know if you wear what I tell you, or eat and drink what I say later. Trust. I trust you to behave.“

Behave… Because if you didn’t….

You shivered.

You took your phone into your bedroom and opened the draw you’d piled all of the items he’d bought you into, searching for the love eggs and the lubricant he’d slipped into the basket.

Pulling your jeans and underwear off you sat on your bed and assessed them, reading the instructions.

Okay. Wash them first. Back up off the bed and into your bathroom, washing the silicone balls with warm soapy water and carefully drying them. Back to your bed.

The instructions suggested that inexperienced woman lie down to insert them, and to be careful with the amount of lube you used. After all, the easier they go in, the easier they’ll come out.


Although Spencer had referred to them as love eggs, they were actually more spherical in shape, reminding you of the old stress balls which people would hold in the palms of their hands and rotate. Except these were connected by a pull cord and one was heavier than the other

The instructions advised to insert the none weighted ball first, followed by the heavier one.

You pumped a small amount of lubricant into your palms and rubbed them together, before rubbing the eggs between your hands. See how you go with this much, you can always add more.

Laying back, you spread your legs and pushed gently.

The feeling was weird, almost like something you shouldn’t be doing alone, but you managed to push them in without too much discomfort, the cord hanging loose.

The instructions said to practice your kegal exercises laying down first to get used to the sensation.

Alright. You did, squeezing the muscles you’d use if you needed to stop peeing mid flow.


The squeezing pushed the balls against your sweet spot, sending a pleasant sensation through your core.

People went out wearing these?

Okay… Let’s try to walk around.

You sat up carefully and pulled your underwear and jeans back on. They didn’t slip out when you stood up but you felt definite movement and as you started to walk you were sure you could hear them knocking against each other.

Paranoia perhaps?

“They’re in. It feels weird.” You texted Reid.

“Good girl. Have fun and let me know when you’re getting ready for later.”

You got on with your afternoon, tidying the house and putting away your laundry.

When you were sitting down, you could barely feel them. It was no more noticeable than when you wore tampons when you actually had the occasional period.

When you were walking around and vacuuming for example, there were a few instances where you’d grabbed the edge of a table or chair as they knocked into each other or against a certain sensitive area inside of you. If you felt them slipping, you squeezed on and off a few times and that seem to push them higher, but each time you squeezed, there was that sensation again, juddering against your g spot.

How people wore these all day long and didn’t end up a quivering mess you didn’t know.

When it got to four o clock, you lay back down on your bed and texted Reid to say you were taking them out as you needed a bath and to start getting ready. You were meeting Garcia at an Italian restaurant at seven, and Emily was picking you up on the way.

“Okay. Do something for me? Take a picture of them and send it to me before you wash them.”

Huh? Why?

It became clear though as you pulled them out and then lay them on your bed. The silicone coating was glistening, from your own personal lubricant.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

You took a picture and sent it.

Taking them into the bathroom with you, you dropped them into the sink and filled it, before running a hot bath and climbing in.

Spencer’s reply came twenty minutes later as you were washing your hair.

“I’m very jealous of those eggs, Y/N.”

Fucking hell, man. You almost dropped the phone in the tub.

Pushing it far out of dangers way you combined on with your bathing regime, getting out and wrapping yourself in a towel, smelling of the coconuts body wash you’d used.

Going into your bed room, you surveyed your closet before remembering that Spencer was dictating your outfit to to tonight.

“So what am I wearing then?” You messaged him again.

“If this is your attempt at starting kinky phone sex, I believe it’s meant to start with me asking you to describe what you’re wearing, with the answer hopefully being nothing.”

“No you douche, tonight. What am I wearing tonight?”


“Are we playing?”

“If there’s strikes to be earnt this evening then I’d say yes. But to make things clear, we’ll start when you get to the restaurant okay.”

“Good, so I can call you a douche up until then.”

“I suppose.”

“Lol. Now what am I wearing tonight?”

The reply came a few minutes later.

“Do you still have the jade coloured sundress you were to Rossi’s Fourth of July party two years ago?”

“I do.”

“That, with that black cardigan with the green buttons you wear to work sometimes. Sheer black panty hose and your black heels with the silver buckle. The matching green bra and panty set we bought. Wear your hair half up, half down with simple make up, no lip stick only clear gloss. Pictures please.”

“I thought I was only supposed to wear them with you?”

“You wear them when I tell you to and I’m telling you to. It’s either them, or no underwear. And that dress is pretty thin material.”

“I’ll wear them. I’ll send a picture when I’m done.”

You got ready, blow drying and straightening your hair and following his instructions. When you were done you surveyed yourself in the mirror. He had pretty good taste, you looked nice.

You took a few photos, one of you fully clothed, and another two showing the underwear you were wearing, your dress lifted up and the v of the top half pulled down to prove you’d followed his instructions to the t. You pressed send, just as your buzzer signalling that Prentiss was outside sounded.

Collecting your purse you went down to meet Emily, climbing into the cab besides her.


“Hey! You look nice,” she greeted you.

“Thanks, so do you.” You felt your phone buzz, tilting the screen slightly when you saw it was Spencer.

“Very nice. Beautiful and sexy in fact. Just remember one thing. Whilst we’re embarking on this little road to discovery, you are mine. You’ll attract attention dressed as you are, because you look stunning. But until you call this off, I’m the only one who will be allowed near your body, I’m the only one who you can think about fucking, the only one who is allowed to make you come other than yourself. You are mine. Understood?”

Loud and clear.



“Good. Now let me know when you’re at the restaurant. I’ll expect a text every thirty minutes, even if it’s just a message to say ‘checking in’. That will do. Miss a check in and that’s a strike. Understood?”

“Understood.” You locked you phone and slipped it back into your bag.

“Everything okay? You look a bit flushed.” Emily commented.

“Fine! All good. Just a little warm.” You made a show of winding down the window slightly.

Tonight was going to be interesting.

Sweet Dreams (1)

Rating: T
Pair: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook (poly relationship)
Word count: 1,027

Part two ; Part three ; Part four ; Part five ; Part six ; Part seven ; Part eight ; Part nine ; Part ten ; Part eleven

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April 3rd. Your 6 month anniversary with Kim Taehyung, or V, from BTS

You can still remember the day that he had asked you out like it was yesterday. You had been best friends since middle school and were very close. A few months before he’d debuted, he’d confronted you, saying that he couldn’t debut without knowing how you felt. When you’d gone to ask what he meant, instead of giving an answer, he kissed you. Your friends told you all the time about how romantic it was, and how obvious it was to everyone but the two of you, but you tried not to listen.

Their debut had come around, and you’d, of course, started seeing less of him, and you also stopped being able to be affectionate with him in public. But it was to be expected, so you never complained.

If anything, it made moments like this even sweeter. When he was in town, snuggled into you, whether it be holding you half in his lap or laying on the couch with his head in your lap, talking about whatever came to mind or watching movies. 

At the moment, you were laying on the couch with him between you and the back of the couch, ear pressed to your stomach. The brunette looked up at you, tapping your side to get your attention. “By the way, one of the boys are gonna be stopping by, I accidentally took his sweatshirt and I promised to give it back.”

You tilted your head with a small smile. “Which one?” You’d known of the boys, of course, you had seen them on TV when you’d watched something that Taehyung was on, but you’d never met any of them.

He gave you a big, boxy grin. “Jungkookie! I told him to stop by around four,” he said, sitting up and stretching, looking at the clock.


You noticed it as well, sitting up more as well. Taehyung turned to look at you. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, if he shows up, the sweatshirts by the door.” And with that, he disappeared down the hall.

You glanced at the clock once more before groaning. You hoped that the maknae would come show up after Tae was done in the bathroom, not wanting to have to face him on your own. Out of all the members(besides the certain one already in your house), Jungkook was the one who interested you the most. He seemed cute, particularly bunny-like. 

You let yourself dwell on it for a moment before being snapped out of it by the doorbell ringing. A feeling of nervousness filled you when you realized Taehyung still wasn’t out, so you had to give it yourself.

You scrambled off the couch, giving yourself a quick once-over and adjusting your clothes(If you’re being honest with yourself, your ideal apparel to meet your boyfriend’s bandmates was definitely not a tank top and shorts, but it would have to do) before quickly rushing to the door and opening it. 

There stood Jungkook, his black hair rustled from fussing with it and his eyes rimmed with eyeliner. He looked up from the ground, about to speak but stopped when he realized it was you. He had been expecting the brunette to have answered the door. 

Once you realized he seemed to not want to talk, you gave him a smile. “You came for this, right?” you asked, grabbing the sweatshirt from the stand beside the door, holding it up.

He quickly nodded and took it. “Thank you…you’re Y/N, right?” he asked, glancing at the floor again. You fought back a small giggle, he really was awkward around girls.

You nodded slowly and tilted your head. “I am, he talks about me?” you asked, giving a soft smile. If you looked closely, you could’ve sworn his cheeks turned a bit red.

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, an arm snuck around your waist and a chin rested on your shoulder. “Yup! I tell them all the time about how I have the most beautiful girlfriend on the planet. Don’t you think so, Kookie?” Taehyung asked, having finally gotten back

The younger seemed caught off guard by the question, his widening slightly. “What? Is she..I mean, I guess, yeah..” he said, looking away.

You blushed a bit yourself, Taehyung unknown to it as he started laughing, telling Jungkook that he was adorable.

Jungkook mumbled something about needing to get back to the dorm before waving a quick goodbye and rushing down the hall. 

The both of you took your place back in the living room after he demanded more cuddles, settling back into your earlier position, this time with you turned more so you could play with his soft hair.

He looked up at you with a grin. “So, what did you think of him? Really shy, huh?” You nodded in response. “He’s like that though, I’m trying to help him open up more. Maybe you can help him open up more too, huh?”

You shrugged and combed your fingers through the strands. “I guess? I’d probably want to get to know him first though,” you mumbled, brushing his bangs from his eyes, which were watching you intently as you talked to him.

Taehyung sat up more, hand behind you to hold himself up. “So I can bring him over more! We can be like the three amigos! You can replace Jimin hyung in our trio, he’ll be so jealous!” he said with a laugh.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at his excitement, sighing softly. “Sure, if he’s willing to, then he can start coming over more” Taehyung opened his mouth, about to speak when you cut him off again “-and that means verbally and physically willing, Kim Taehyung, None of that ‘I know he wants to deep down’ stuff”

Taehyung pouted and let out a small huff, looking away. “Aww, Y/N you’re no fun. Fiiine, I’ll get him to join the nice way…I’ll ask him when I go to the dorm tomorrow, okay?” he looked up at you once again.

You nodded slowly, although unable to push away the feeling that you might regret saying that later.

I’m so sorry that this is so short, I really am. The next few chapters should be a lot longer, I just needed to set the mood a little bit. 

Help Me Get The Girl Part 3 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2204

Warnings: Language.

A/N: Sorry this took a bit of time to get out.  I’m dog sitting a demon dog who is trying to destroy me.

Your POV:

“Okay.  Well, you got closer this time!” I encouraged Grayson as he plopped down on his bed. The shadow of defeat laid across his face, his hands working through his smooth brown hair.  “If you look at the bright side; this is the first time she didn’t completely friend zone you!  She didn’t call you friend or pal.  She just said, ‘thank you Grayson, you’re too sweet.’ I call that progress!”

It had been two weeks since we started working together to build Grayson’s courage to ask out Grace.  Two weeks of walking through different scenarios.  Two weeks of Ethan torturing Gray for his numerous fails and the proceeding to throw a fit that I spent too much time with Grayson and was forgetting about him.

“I was still shot down.  She just said it as if I was a fuckboy trying to get her number.” A groan escaped his lips as he launched his upper body backwards, hitting the mattress.

           “Grayson, you can’t make someone fall in love with you in two weeks.  It just doesn’t work like that.” My body was now next to his on the bed.

           He turned on his side to face me, “What do we do now, y/n? What do I do to make her think of me as more than a friend?”

           This whole thing was consuming him and I felt like I was running out of ideas.  We had gone through what she likes, what she dislikes, how to approach her, places she likes to go so that he could mention them.  I had managed to get them alone at perfect times!  I had done everything!  Not a day went by where we weren’t trying to get some sort of reaction out of her.  Nothing worked.

           I was starting to think that maybe this wasn’t going to work out.  Maybe Grayson was meant to remain just friends with Grace.  Either way I had to try to make it work out.  I had to hold up my end of the deal.  Since we started, Theo has had no troubles with his bullies. Each time one of them attempted to approach him, Grayson made sure that they didn’t even make it within 5 feet of him. And when Grayson isn’t there, the fear that he might show up is forever instilled in them.  They don’t even try.

           But there was one who still gave him threatening looks. One that always managed to get a bit closer to Theo than the rest.  He was the one who glared at Ethan and I the first day we saw the bullying take place. His name was Connor Eriks and he was the cause of my nightmares.  He was stronger, taller, more athletic than the rest.  He was about Grayson’s size with a sinister personality.  Each night I would dream that I was standing in the middle of the hall watching him torture Theo while my feet felt like they were cemented to the ground.  

           “Y/n!” Grayson pulled me from my thoughts.

           I jumped, my eyes flickering as I came back to reality, “Huh?” I responded breathlessly.

           “I said, what do we do next?” he repeated himself.

           That was a great question.  What were we supposed to do next?  What I wanted to do was take a break from it all.  What he wanted to do was work harder at it until he molded himself into being her ideal boyfriend.  I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t worth it to change himself for something that might not even happen.  And if it did, who’s to say that it would last?

           “How about this,” I lifted myself up, putting my weight on my arm, “Today we just take a break.  We go have fun and forget all about this Grace stuff.  Tomorrow I’m going to her house after school to hang out for a bit and I can see what information I can get out of her.  But, Grayson, I really just want to do something other than worry about this whole situation.  It’s consuming all of our free time.”

           “Okay.  I guess we can do that.  As long as you promise to talk to her about me tomorrow.” He held out his pinky.

           I hooked my pinky with his, “Promise.  Now let’s go!”

           I hopped up from the bed, moving to the door to slide my shoes on.  Grayson looked at me bewildered, unsure of what I was doing.  I gestured for him to get out of bed which he did reluctantly, but he still made no effort to move closer to me.

           “What are we doing?” he asked.

           I shrugged, “I don’t know.  But, we certainly aren’t sitting here.  Even Ethan is out doing something and you know he doesn’t do anything without at least one of us with him. That’s how boring we’ve become.”

           “One second.” He replied, walking over to his closet to grab a different pair of shoes.  “We should go on a walk in the park.”

           “Okay, grandpa.” I sarcastically replied, my eyes rolling.

           “Well, sorry! Sorry for making a suggestion!” he snapped.

           “It was a dumb suggestion.  A super dumb, boring suggestion.” I clarified.  “Let’s go on a quick hike to the pond in the forest off of the highway!  We haven’t done that in a while!”

           His eyes lit up, his frown replaced with a smile. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Let me get my swim trunks.  You know I’m getting in the water once we get there.” He paused, “What about you?  Do we need to stop and get your suit?”

           I waved it off, “I think I’m just going to put my feet in the water.  But do you have a backpack so we can pack some waters and snacks?  A couple towels too I guess.”

           “Yeah, under my desk over there should be one.” He pointed, “Take your time because I’m changing my bottoms.  I don’t feel like changing there.”

“Just let me grab the bag and go before you do it!  Gosh!” I squealed, grabbing the bag and sprinting out of his room.

Once I got downstairs I went right to the kitchen grabbing a few water bottles from the fridge, some granola bars from the pantry, and then two apples from the counter.  By time I had gathered everything up, Grayson was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me.

He had a backpack on also, explaining that he knew I would forget the towels so he just grabbed them for us along with his bluetooth stereo just in case we wanted to listen to some music while we were there.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Born ready.”

And with that, we were off.


We reached the pond easily.  We had walked through the forest so many times we knew how to maneuver our way through it without hitting any hiccups.  We were stood on top of the rocks that were only about 3 feet above the waterline. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Gray dropping his backpack off of his shoulders and pull his shirt off.

It was nothing I hadn’t seen before.  Sometimes I didn’t know if he and Ethan knew what shirts were.  He jumped down into the water, head dipping under, and immediately popped back up.  His hands pushed his hair out of his eyes, water dripping from his chin down onto his chest.

The pond wasn’t deep; it came up to his chest.  It was just a nice secluded area where we could get away from all of our problems.  We didn’t have to deal with classmates or the drama that came with them.  We didn’t have to listen to our parents nag about how we did nothing around the house.  We could just be alone and be ourselves.

“Come in the water, y/n.  You can’t just stand there on those rocks all day.” Grayson demanded.

“I’m not going to!  I’m going to put my feet in the water and splash water in your face!” I informed him as I kicked my shoes off, dropped the backpack and made my way down to the rocks that made it possible for me to do so.

The water was lukewarm from the sun, moving through my toes as I swished my feet back and forth.  Grayson started to move closer to me like the idiot he is, thinking that I wasn’t serious about splashing him.  Right when he came into range, I sharply lifted my feet, sending water straight into his face.  My laughs echoed through the open area as he made a face that looked like he had taken a bite of a lemon.

“Y/N!” He shouted.

“I warned you!” he tried to come closer and I did it again.


“Then stop coming closer!” I giggled.  “I know you’re going to try to pull me into the water, but I also know that you hate being splashed.”

“Then get in!  I’m not going to stop until you get in, no matter how much splashing I must endure!” he threatened.

“I don’t have a swim suit.”

“Just go in your bra and underwear.”


“It’s not a big deal.”


“I’ve seen you in a suit.  It’s really no different.” He did have a point.

I peeked down through the collar of my shirt to see that I had a simple black sports bra on.  Then my fingers pulled the band of my shorts out far enough to see that I was wearing plain black underwear also.  With both of them matching it did look pretty much like a swimsuit.

He raised his eyebrows at me, waiting for me to fulfill his request. As I stood up he started to float back further into the pond. I took off my shirt followed by my shorts.  Grayson made no effort to hide that his eyes were scanning me from top to bottom.

Lowering myself into the water I kept eye contact with him, moving closer and closer as he halted his movements.  As I was walking closer I was getting ready to throw a bunch of water into his face.  And right when I got to him, my hands started to lift up, but before I could do anything—I got a mouth full of water.  Shocked by what just happened, I tumbled backwards under the water.  I resurfaced to find Grayson’s head thrown back in laughter. As mad as I wanted to be, I couldn’t help but join him.  His laughter was too contagious.

“You thought I didn’t see what you were doing?” he chuckled.

“It was worth a try.” I said as I swam past him.

“Hey, y/n.”  I stopped and turned back to him.  “Thank you for helping me with Grace.”

I smiled, “What are friends for?  And also, you are protecting my brother so it’s the least I could do.”

“So,” he started, “Do you like anyone?  Like… do you want me to talk you up to anyone?”

“NO!” I shouted, my hands up in the air.  “No, I don’t like anyone.  Don’t do anything.” My voice deepened.

“What about Ethan?” he mocked curiosity.

“Just friends.”

“Friends who fuck?” he spat.

“Friends who fucked.  Past tense.” I tried to lighten the mood that had taken a quick dive for the worst.

“How come you’ve never had a boyfriend before or at least gone on a date?” this time I could tell that his curiosity was genuine.

I bit my lip, “No one’s asked me on a date before.”

He furrowed his brows, seeming to not believe me.  But, I was telling the truth.  I’ve had crushes here and there but nothing ever went anywhere.  I tried flirting, I tried casually bumping into each other in the hall, I tried dolling myself up more than usual.  But nothing ever happened.

“One day someone will and I hope it’s the first date that you deserve.  Whoever it is, better make it special for you.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

The warmth of his palm made me feel like my whole body was on fire.  The way his eyes bore into mine made me want them to be the first thing I saw when I woke up.  His presence was making me feel something foreign to me.  Something I couldn’t quite comprehend.  So instead of thanking him, my emotions and my heart built up their wall and went into defense mode.

“Please don’t touch me.” I said quietly, drifting away from him.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” he took a step forward.

“I just don’t want you to touch me.” I snapped.

“Did I do something wrong?” Grayson asked.

I was acting out of character and he knew this.  I wasn’t one to get mad over something so small.  Normally it took a lot for me to truly get angry, but the thing was, I wasn’t angry.  I was scared.

“No.  I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I faked a laugh.  “Whatever. Mood swings.  What can you do?” I tried to shake it off.

“Yeah…” Gray still sounded unsure.

I clapped my hands together, “Race you to the log over there!” I changed the subject before taking off.


Part 1

Part 2

brothers ; bangtan boys (part 4)

genre: fluff, maybe some angst

summary: you live with seven boys who turn out to be your brothers, but what could go wrong? THIS WILL BE SO FUCKING LONG BE PREPARED

y/b/f/n = your best friend’s name

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

“do you think they’re on the plane already?” you shook your left leg under the table repeatedly, bouncing it up and down non-stop.

“they’re probably still at security,” jungkook laughed, “you really miss them, huh.. it’s only been fifteen minutes.”

“i will..” you say honestly, “you won’t be leaving me, right?”

“of course not,” jungkook ruffles your hair, “i love you too much to leave you.”

“since when did you start saying ‘i love you’ to girls?” you teased.

“i was forced to say it to my ugly dongsaeng,” jungkook winked as you laughed, sipping your drink.


“i miss you,” you say to yoongi, “it’s only been an hour but i miss you cursing to me in secret.”

“aw,” yoongi said, “i’ll visit when i can, i promise. i’m definitely going to miss your smile and voice that wakes me up.”

yoongi gulped as you began to talk while rubbing your thighs, at home you just wore sweatpants and probably someone’s shirt (a lot of the time you wear seokjin’s because of how big and comfy they are), and since they weren’t around anymore you decided to wear shorts and jungkook’s shirts, which half of them were white and it showed your bright pink bra.

“oppa?” you ask as yoongi blinked blankly. “o-oh yeah?”

“you were saying?” yoongi said.

“i was wondering if i could visit instead,” you say. “all you six..”

“that’s a lot of money, you know.” yoongi said, “just steal jungkook’s card and you’re fine.”

you laugh, “i would.. but he’d probably kill me.”

“just wait, yeah?” yoongi smiled at you, “i’ll visit. at least i’m able to take breaks.”

“are you sure?” you ask, “i just.. want to explore the places.”

“just wait until you see.” yoongi smiled, “be patient. i have something for you.”


“yeah.” he said, “the more patient you are, it will come sooner.”

you raise your eyebrow, “uh, okay..”

“it’s exciting.”

“you made it sound sarcastic.”

yoongi laughed, “it will be exciting. h-hey, i gotta go now.”

“be safe!” you say, “i love you oppa.”

“i love you too.” yoongi’s smile went wider, “bye!”

you wave and smile as yoongi hung up and you sighed and put your hair back. “who were you talking to?” jungkook asked as he put a grape in his mouth, sitting on the other couch and turning the tv on.

“yoongi-oppa,” you said, “it looked like his flight was delayed.”

jungkook laughs, “quite new, him flying alone.”

“well, you will soon.” you say, “i know, like tomorrow, you might say ‘y/n, i’m leaving to blah blah to do stuff blah blah’.”

“hey, how many times have i said i’m going to look after you?” jungkook said, “once you graduate, we can go together.”

“you sentimental weirdo,” you pinch his cheeks, “what will i do without you?”

“you’d be dead,” jungkook said, “you know you can’t live without the best brother.”

“since when were you the best brother?” you scoffed.

“hey!” jungkook shoved your shoulder, “i know inside your heart i’m the best.”

“i’m out,” jungkook said, “don’t wait for me, just head to sleep.” he began to tie up his shoes.

“where are you going?” you asked, throwing popcorn inside your mouth.

“don’t know, maybe a restaurant.” he said, “love you!” he placed a kiss on your forehead before heading out. you raised your eyebrow as he seemed like in a rush. you shook your head before grabbing the remote to change the channel.


“how are you?” jimin asked, “is jungkook there?”

“not at the moment,” you sigh, “he’s been out for almost four hours i think.”

“four hours?!” jimin exclaimed, “god, what’s he doing? are you fine?”

“i am,” you laugh, “he isn’t picking up either. maybe he’s doing… stuff?”

“jin-hyung’s gonna actually kill him,” jimin muttered. 

“anyways,” you start, “have you seen the school?”

“not yet,” jimin said, “we’re waiting tomorrow so i can unpack since i’m staying at the dorms.”

“is hoseok-oppa sharing the dorm with you?”

“actually, he’s in an apartment,” jimin said, “he’s doing his own club at the school.”

you smile, “that’s great, have you decided?”

“might help him, or he’s gonna have competition,” jimin smirked, “i got the looks, so if i do the club i’m obviously gonna get more people.”

you laugh, “i’m telling him that. good luck for your next couple of years.. i’ll miss you..”

“don’t be sad!” jimin smiles widely, his eyes smiling too, “i’ll miss you more.. i hope hobi-hyung doesn’t end up waking me up with his hugs.. yours are a lot more better.”

you flushed red, “ah.. i’ll miss your hugs.. take care for me!”

“ani.. you take care for me, okay?” jimin smiled, his head tilting, “i love you y/n-ah.”

“i love you more, jimin-oppa..” you smile, “goodbye!”

“goodbye, love you more more, y/n.” jimin laughed, “say hello to kook for me.”

“will do.” you begin to wave as jimin waves too, ending the call.

“you must be kidding me,” you hiccuped and sighed as you stared at your favourite character getting stabbed, “no- no, i refuse to believe this.”

“h-he was too handsome to get stabbed!” you sobbed, “ah, why do i always cry over this scene again.”

your phone began to go off and you were too intrigued into the scene that was making you cry a river. wiping it off as your phone flashed again, you answered the contact; jungkook.


“uh.. hi- is this y/n?” you hear a different voice. “it’s uh, yugyeom..”

“o-oh! hi,” you said, “sorry about cancelling our study times.. i’m kinda busy-”

“are you.. crying?” he asked.

“i-it’s from the drama i’m watching,” you laugh lightly. “why do you have jungkook’s phone?”

“well, uh, he’s currently drunk..”

“you must be kidding me,” you repeat.

“i’ll take him home, and i’ll stay over if you want the help.”

“i should be okay.” you said, “thanks for calling me- i think i’ll help you get him in the car.”

“okay, see you then.” yugyeom said.

“see you.” you hang up.

“jungkook, you’re dead.”

Wolfiplier Fic Part 1

Here’s a quick little wolfiplier thing I started writing last night. I intend to finish/continue it which is why it’s going to sound a bit rough. Anyways, enjoy!

Brief summary: Mark is kidnapped by an unknown individual and even though he is saved and returned home, he later finds himself experiencing an incredibly shocking event that only Sean and Signe know how to fix with the assistance of Tyler and Amy.

@paperbaghero inspired me to write some wolfiplier so hopefully I can do their artwork justice! Check out their comic if you haven’t already, it’s awesome!! <3

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anonymous asked:

Any last minute APUSH tips for a procrastinator like me?

your exam is on friday, right? if you have to cram, CRAM TONIGHT. seriously. then take tomorrow to review less intensely and really help stuff stick. you wanna go to bed early tomorrow night, so you don’t feel dead as fuck taking the exam the next day. also, chewing different flavors of gum when reviewing different topics, and chewing them trying to remember stuff on the test, is shown to help, i’ve read. i’ve never tried it, but you might as well.

don’t stress about how much time you have on the test, but also be aware of the clock. don’t let yourself get stuck on one question. skipping and coming back is a much better option (especially if multiple questions on the same topic end up helping you remember some more info).

make sure your short answers restate the question and are each clear and distinct.

for essays, make sure your thesis THOROUGHLY addresses all parts of the question. don’t just say what you think, say why you think it. and at some point in the essay, compare the situation you’re writing about to another historical situation. that’ll get you your point for synthesis. make sure to use 6/7 documents on the dbq, and for 4 of them, give either the document’s historical context, author, audience, or original purpose.

stay hydrated, and STRETCH YOUR WRIST MIDWAY WHEN YOU WRITE YOUR ESSAYS. seriously. you’ll want to die otherwise.

most of all, don’t freak out. you know more than you think you know.

✨marbury v. madison established judicial review✨

Something’s Fishy

“But Poll…I wanna see the fish.”

“The fish? Not the horses?” She asked confused and you just nod you head eagerly with closed eyes while you frivolously sipped your drink.

“Well you can’t go home Y/N, the grooms not supposed to see the bride the night before.”

“I know I know but I don’t wanna see Tommy, I wanna see the fish.”

“Oh come on Poll just take her to see the damn fish so she’ll shut the hell up.” 

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