nothing bad can come of that tag

If you’re wondering why I used glitter, my logic is that nothing bad in my life has ever come from using gold glitter, so why not? 

Today I’ve got probably the easiest, most beginner friendly jar I’ve ever posted. I need good luck, you probably need some good luck, this is what we’re making today. Usually I have jars that have different herbs ans such for different elements of the jar for the jar’s purpose. Not today. Today it is literally one jar full of herbs and spices that all have one purpose in mind – luck.

So, because of that, you can use any of the herbs listed, as many or as few as you want to or have on hand. In italics are the ones I’ve used in mine.

  • lilac
  • acorn
  • bay leaf
  • clover
  • allspice
  • poppy seeds
  • tonka bean
  • aloe
  • caraway seeds
  • catnip
  • parsley
  • chamomile
  • dill
  • star anise

While there are others, I have only listed a few that I feel like people have on hand.

The put together of this jar in simple. Light your candle, focus on your intention, and layer in your herbs. Feel free to additionally use anything that is lucky to you. Perhaps when sealing the jar, if you have a lucky coin you could press it into the wax to leave the print of it, use sigils, etc. Anything to make this more personal, the better. For me, I decided to use gold glitter just because I wanted to. Glitter is something I always want to use in my draft but I never do, so I decided to today because like I said, nothing bad has ever come to me when glitter was involved, haha!

If you have trouble sealing your jar, I have a tutorial for that here.

In addition to that, you can find all my other jars and original posts here, or here is just a masterpost of them (so far).

If you have any questions feel free to drop by my ask box! And as always, if you make any of my jars, I would love to see them, so feel free to tag me! 

The Same Costume

Request:  Hello! I was wondering if you could make a drabble for peter parker x reader where its halloween and reader and her friends dress up as “sexy” avengers and she’s dressed up as spiderman? You can do whatever relationship status with pete, whether it be crushes or girlfriend, etc…. thank you so much!

Warnings: None!!

Pairing: Female Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: THIS IS SO BAD PLS DONT FIGHT ME I’ve been so busy and nothing was coming to me so I tried my best :’)

This is just kinda something to break up my mini hiatus so I’m not going to add the tags to this one !! (p.s 70 days until Halloween)

“Peter, would you stop spacing out and pay attention to me for a second?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream and he quickly looked up to see he best friend waving at him. Ned had been going on and on about his project for Robotics Lab so eventually Peter had just tuned him out.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I am paying attention. What’s up?” Ned let out a long sigh and pointed over to the group of girls standing in the lunch line. Peter noticed almost immediately that you were one of the members of the group and averted his eyes. You looked really nice today with your hair pulled back and he felt his face begin to heat up.

“I heard that there’s going to be an awesome Halloween party at Bethany’s house tonight. Y/N is friends with her so I was thinking we could ask her to score us some invites?” Ned explained. You, Ned, and Peter had American Literature together and all got along really well. You had your other friends, of course, but you also liked to hang out with the two of them whenever you could. You had a lot of things in common with them surprisingly, and Peter felt a connection with you right away. He had developed quite the crush on you, although you were oblivious to it.

“I don’t know, Ned,” he said, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. “Parties aren’t really our thing.”

“But Y/N will be there!” he exclaimed. “We haven’t seen her outside of school in so long. Besides, it’s a costume party. You know how much I love those!”

“Fine,” Peter finally gave in, “but you have to be the one to ask her.” Ned beamed and waited until you looked in their direction before flailing his arms around to get your attention. You laughed, quickly excusing yourself to go and talk to him.

“Hey guys,” you said with a grin. “What’s going on? If you’re gonna ask to copy my English homework you’re out of luck because I didn’t do it either.” Peter’s heart rate was doubling as each moment passed, and he tried his best not to stare.

“Actually, it’s about Bethany’s party!” Ned piped up. “Are you going to be there?”

“I sure am!” you replied. “My friends and I are all coordinating our costumes, it’s gonna be fun. Are you two going? It would be so great to see you there.”

“W-we don’t have an official invite,” Peter stammered. Your smile grew even wider, making his stomach flip.

“Well then, consider this it,” you laughed. “You have to go in costume though. It’s a tradition and, as weird as it seems, you’d stick out more if you weren’t wearing something dumb.” The bell rang as you finished, cutting your conversation short. You waved goodbye to them, leaving Peter staring after you in awe. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going through with this. He could vaguely hear Ned babbling endlessly about last minute costume ideas, but he was only half listening since you were occupying all of his thoughts.


Peter had no idea how he found himself standing at the front door of some random girl’s house wearing a Luke Skywalker costume later that night, but for some reason he did. He turned to Ned, who was dressed as a very unconvincing Yoda. He was a jumble of nerves, feeling extremely self conscious, meanwhile Ned was having the time of his life. It was finally an excuse for him to whip out his Star Wars merchandise and he couldn’t have been more excited. Peter reached out and hesitantly rang the doorbell, already regretting every decision he had made thus far. His breath caught in his throat when you were the one to answer the door.

“Peter! Ned! I’m so glad you guys made it!” you exclaimed happily. Peter couldn’t help but stare, his jaw dropping. You were wearing a skin tight Spider-Man body suit with thigh-high boots, showing off every single one of your assets. Your eyes gleamed from behind your small mask and Peter noticed the slight tinge of pink on your cheeks. He suddenly realized that he had been staring shamelessly and tore his eyes away, embarrassed.

“H-hi Y/N,” he said, trying to keep things casual. “Nice costume. I uh… I didn’t know you liked Spider-Man. That’s cool, he seems like a good guy.” Ned nudged him a little, and Peter quickly stopped talking.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed. “My idea was that my friends and I should go as the Avengers, but as you can see they took it a little differently. Technically I don’t think Spider-Man counts, but I really like him so that’s who I picked. I think it turned out pretty cute, you like it?”

“Y-yeah I think it’s… nice,” Peter squeaked. He cleared his throat, cringing at his own awkwardness. You giggled and let them inside, leading them into the kitchen. You were talking with Ned about something relating to The Force Awakens, but Peter couldn’t focus. He was totally distracted by the way you walked, the way your outfit accentuated your curves, and just generally how fantastic you looked in the Spider-Man suit. His suit. Well, something similar to it at least.

“What do you think Peter?” you asked, looking at him expectantly. He froze, not having any idea what you had been talking about. His mind went blank and he started to panic a little.

“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” he said breathlessly, turning and rushing past you.

“I should probably go after him,” Ned said to you as you watched him leave. “Parties aren’t really his thing. We’ll be back in a little bit.” He went off in pursuit of his friend, already knowing exactly what was going on. Peter found an unoccupied room and ducked inside, running his hands through his hair. He jumped when the door opened, but relaxed when he saw it was Ned. They stood in silence for a moment, just sort of letting him cool down.

“Peter, you have to tell her you’re Spider-Man!” Ned blurted out.

“Shh!” Peter gave him a severe look and looked around nervously. “What if somebody hears you?”

“But this is the perfect time!” he whined. “You heard her, she really likes you! Besides, you haven’t taken your eyes off of her ass since we got here. You have to make a move.”

“You’re crazy,” Peter said, although he had to admit he was considering it. Ned noticed this and his face lit up.

“I’ll tell her to meet you outside down the road in 5 minutes. Now’s your chance, Parker! Don’t blow it.” He ran out of the room, leaving Peter there with really no other options. He fumbled with his costume, pulling the suit out from his backpack that he never left home without. With the suit on he felt a lot more sure of himself and carefully climbed out the window quietly. From up on the roof he could see you walking outside, shivering a little in the cold October air. You stumbled a bit, still not used to walking in your heels. Peter smiled as he watched you go. He slowly followed, careful not to make his presence known.

“Hello?” you called, a little on edge since it had already gotten pretty dark. You tugged nervously on your costume, the tight fabric starting to chafe a little. Peter took a deep breath and built up the confidence to say something.

“Uh… hi,” he said, trying to pose in a non-creepy way as if he hadn’t been following her.

“Oh, you’re here!” you exclaimed as you whirled around but stopped dead when you saw it was Spider-Man. It wasn’t even one of those cheap costumes, it was the actual Spider-Man. You recognized all of the details of the suit, details that couldn’t be replicated. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled the mask that you wore off.

“I-I think that’s one hell of a costume,” he said. “I’m not sure if I’d wear it, but the effort was there.”

“Sorry, is this weird for you? I mean, I bet it is. I didn’t mean for it to be offensive but I also wasn’t really expecting to see Spider-Man out here, you know? I can take it off. No, actually I can’t that would make it so much worse.” you rambled nervously. Behind his mask Peter couldn’t have been smiling any wider. Seeing you so flustered and shocked was really cute and he was loving it.

“I’m not offended at all, it’s the opposite really,” he laughed. “Why are you out here all by yourself without a jacket?”

“I’m actually waiting for someone,” you told him. “He’s great. He’s in my class and we’re friends but I want to ask him if he wants to go out- Oh wait, sorry you probably don’t care about that part. Forget I said that.” Now it was Peter’s turn to be flustered. 

“No, no it’s fine! Do you… Do you like him?”

“I mean, a little,” you admitted. “Don’t tell him, okay? Not that you would, you’re Spider-Man, but still.” Peter nodded slowly, taking a step back.

“Your secret is safe with me,” he said. “I have to go, I think I hear someone calling for help…” He looked behind his shoulder, pretending to pick up on something.

“I don’t hear anything,” you said curiously.

“No, trust me. Someone’s having a bad night, I should go help. Good luck with that Peter guy, I’m sure he’s nice. Hope things work out.” With that, he shot off into the trees leaving you there alone. You flipped your mask over in your hands, trying to ignore the fact that you had never mentioned Peter’s name to him and that Spider-Man had a very similar voice.

There’s literally nothing Capcom can do at this point to not look bad in comparison, Chun-li could come out of the screen and give me head and I’d still be like

“BUT BOI DID YOU SEE THAT NEW TAG GAME AND GEESE IN TEKKEN”

Aesthetic for a Kedamono who was terrified of his Popee

Kink/ddlg/cgl(re) don’t interact

6

Hello, goth’es!

Look who are here again, haha! Today i bring to you a male skin, yep, m a l e. I always feel like the simblr comunity are very “whatever” with male sims, and i love my sims so much (all of them) that it makes me feel sad. In every EP, GP or anything else even EA don’t care about the guys. They’re such a cutho, why not? Someone gave me this idea, but i was very “i can’t do it” in the beginning because i’m really bad at males in general… I do it! And it became very pretty, i’m loving the way it looks on my sims, they’re so lovely right now! I’m saying again, this skin is not perfect because i’m learning how to do it, but i don’t find any bug or error very bad, so i think you guys may understand. If you use this skin, please, tag me! I would love to see it on your male sims! And if you have any idea of something that i can do next (an asian skin or something?) you can come on my ask! Any bug or error, please contact me so i can fix it!

  • Male only!
  • It works with all skintones so you can use without any problem!
  • There some small issues, but nothing really bad.

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The Librarians Sentence Starter
  • 1: "You people... DON'T APPRECIATE ART!"
  • 2: "That this house is the Star Trek transporter or maybe even the TARDIS!"
  • 3: "Just out of curiosity, what roles are you playing?"
  • 4: "Are there any languages you don't speak?"
  • 5: "Why in the hell should I listen to you?"
  • 6: "How about we just all hold hands, bow our heads and be grateful that we're all here safe together."
  • 7: "Love is the supreme power! It trumps everything!"
  • 8: "And you're willing to risk your life for him?"
  • 9: "I never know what I'm doing. That's my superpower."
  • 10: "You know what I'm thinking?"
  • 11: "I'm thinking that I can can run faster than you 'cause you've been stabbed."
  • 12: "Who's up for movies? I've got "Night," "Day," "Dawn," "Land," and "City" of the Living Dead!"
  • 13: "Your mother did not hug you enough, did she?"
  • 14: "You have an incredible talent for turning a bad situation into a worse-case scenario."
  • 15: "Excuse me, I'm going to take care of my desperately not wanting to be here."
  • 16: "I've gone into the field with experienced soldiers with a good plan, good Intel, and still come home with nothing but dog tags."
  • 17: "It wasn't your fault. You did good but sometimes, you just lose."
  • 18: "Again? This is the third time this place has been attacked since I started working here. We need to have a serious talk about the so-called security."
The Best/Worst (or Worst/Best??) Babysitters AU

@eulenstadt and I were talking about an AU in which Jacobi and Maxwell end up emergancy babysitters for Anne Eiffel (and an AU where everyone is ALIVE).  It was hilarious so I am going to share.  

  • Jacobi and Maxwell use Anne to pretend they are actually real adults and not vaguely horrific people when out and about.  “We’re the guardians of this small deaf child, clearly we’re responsible and not at all special intelligence operatives for an evil mega-corporation.” “We’ve never even killed anybody.” “Definitely not more than one person.” 
  • The Wonder Twins pick up ASL very quickly, Jacobi’s used to using hand signals on the ballistics range when he and his coworkers wear ear protection and literally cannot hear one another.  Maxwell’s just a really fast learner.  
  • They use Anne as an excuse to go do things they want to do. I.e. Laser tag. 
    • Jacobi: “Anne wants to play laser tag.” 
    • Maxwell: “How do you know, you didn’t even sign anything to her.” 
    • Jacobi: “ANNE wants to play LASER TAG.” 
    • Maxwell: “…Anne definitely wants to play laser tag.” 
  • And so they play laser tag.  This is a learning experience all around.  
    • Jacobi and Maxwell teach Anne tactics both legitimate and definitely cheating. 
    • Jacobi and Maxwell learn how to have a third person (who isn’t Colonel Kepler) on their team.  
  • Maxwell teaches Anne how to build basic robots out of cans and wires.  Jacobi teaches her how to make Molotov Cocktails.  They burn stuff in a near-by field where a normal babysitter might take a kid to set off baking soda rockets.
  • Anne REALLY likes that Jacobi and Maxwell don’t treat her like a kid but like a tiny adult.  She doesn’t realize this isn’t so much on purpose as because Jacobi and Maxwell have no idea how to act around children.
  • Anne also REALLY likes Jacobi’s robotic arm.  She loves the idea that he’s a grown-up unaffiliated with her school who has a disability, in his case that he’s an amputee.  
  • Anne looks up to Maxwell as this amazing unstoppable wonder.  
  • Anne and Jacobi argue like two children.  They are building a block tower and one of them screws it up.  When it falls they immediately start blaming each other.  “You messed up the foundation!” “You tried to build it too high!” “You nudged it!” “No way!” “I saw you!” 
    • This slowly devolves into “You’re stupid!” “Your face is stupid!” 
    • Maxwell stares at the camera like she’s on The Office. 
    • “Jacobi, she’s six.” “SIX AND WRONG!” 
  • So in other words, Maxwell is her hero, Jacobi is her playmate.  It works out well.  Maxwell thinks Anne is adorable (especially for a human child), Jacobi both has an affection for her and wants to punt her out a window sometimes. 
  • Maxwell is going to make sure Anne becomes a badass when she grows up.  Jacobi is going to make sure she knows how to take care of herself.
  • Eventually Anne makes up name signs for them both.  Maxwell’s is “S” and “Q” while also signing “crown” (she only has two hands so she can’t get the “L” in there).  Jacobi is a “J” over her right arm (she really likes that Jacobi is just some rando who is like her).  Jacobi petitioned for it to be a “J” that turned into the sign for “fire” but it was dubbed too difficult by Maxwell and Anne.    
  • Maxwell strikes a bargain to make Anne take a bath.  When she gets out they can paint Jacobi’s nails.  Jacobi is not privy to this bargain until it is too late. 
    • Jacobi: “WHY CAN’T SHE PAINT YOUR NAILS?!” 
    • Maxwell: “Because I hate nail polish!”
    • Jacobi: “AND I DON’T?!” 
    • Maxwell: “You need to step outside of these preconceived gender roles you–” 
    • Jacobi: “Don’t try to make me better myself. I hate bettering myself and you know it.” 
    • He gets his nails painted.  He swears them both to secrecy and whines about it the entire time.  
    • Later, after Anne goes to bed Jacobi peels the nail polish off and bitches at Maxwell.  “Shut up, Jacobi.” “SHE’S DEAF, MAXWELL, SHE CAN’T HEAR ME!” “I know, but I can.” 
  • Doug comes home and everyone is in one piece.  Anne wakes up to tell him about her day.  
  • Anne tells him about laser tag. “Daddy, we kicked ass!” Maxwell immediately regrets teaching Anne that sign.  She blames Jacobi when Doug gives them a wounded look.
  • Anne: “Jacobi taught me how to make cocktails!”
    • Doug: *absolute horror* “WHAT–?!”
    • Jacobi: *quickly, because he still wants Eiffel to pay them* “Nothing alcoholic!” 
    • Doug: “Thank God–”
    • Jacobi: “MOLOTOV cocktails.” 
    • Doug: “THAT’S JUST AS BAD!”
    • Jacobi: “It’s a really important skill!  What if she wants to start a riot!?”
    • Doug: “WHY WOULD SHE NEED TO START A RIOT, ‘SPLOSION MAN?!”
    • Jacobi: “Lots of reasons!”
    • After much argument about how making incendiaries is NOT AN IMPORTANT LIFE SKILL Jacobi says “I had to teach myself!  I saved your curtains, half your kitchen, and a visit to the emergancy room.” 
  • Eiffel pays them like they’re two teenagers.
  • As they go out to the car Jacobi and Maxwell congratulate themselves on a job well done. 
    • Jacobi: “Everyone survived.”
    • Maxwell: “Yep, we did not kill Eiffel’s kid.” 
    • *HIGH FIVE* 
  • Anne: “Daddy, where do Jacobi and Maxwell live?” 
    • Doug: *thinks: Hell, probably.*  “I don’t really know.” 
    • Anne: “Can they babysit again?” 
    • Doug: “…we’ll see.” *this means no, because dammit they make HIM look RESPONSIBLE AND THAT IS TERRIFYING.* 
Young God

Lucifer x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where are you? || Scott McCall Imagine

Originally posted by stiles-and-lydia-tho

A/n: i dont think this was requested, but i wrote this about 6-7 months ago when stranger things came out. So this is kind of Teen Wolf meets stranger things kind of thing. I don’t know if i already posted this but whatever haha. I hope you guys like it tho and oh it’s long. Enjoy x

 (Btw i found this on my Wattpad) ( if you want a part 2, let me know)

 You were pretty happy with how things were going. It’s been over a year since you guys fought the Dread Doctors and after that nothing has been chasing you and your friends. You want things to stay like this and you pray to whatever God that nothing evil is lurking around here and planning to do some shit. 

 It was another Saturday night and you were sitting on the sofa with your boyfriend, Scott, watching some movies. While Stiles was sitting on the floor, doing whatever on his laptop. You leaned your head on Scott shoulder, inhaling his cologne that you love dearly. Scott turned his head to look at you and gave you a smile before turning his attention to the movie again. 

 “Isn’t this great?” You asked after staring at Scott for a while. Both Stiles and Scott turned their heads towards you and Stiles gave you a confused look.

 “What’s so great about staying home on a Saturday night?” Stiles questioned and i rolled my eyes at him. 

 “That’s not what i meant!” I exclaimed as i leaned forward to grab the remote to pause the movie. “I mean, nothing bad has happened to us in a year.”

 “Maybe someone or something is making a year long plan before attacking us.” Stiles replied and i stared at him, wondering why can’t he accept the fact that for once we are at peace. 

Keep reading

Dean asking Cas to take away Lisa and Ben’s memories literally makes no sense as a form of protection for Lisa and Ben. The problem was Crowley being able to use them to get to DEAN. And taking away their memories does nothing to stop that from happening in the future, because DEAN still remembers them.  Any bad guy can come along and threaten to kill them because DEAN remembers them and presumably still wouldn’t want them to be hurt because of him. Which means, another Crowley can come along and threaten their lives and Dean will go and try to save them. So, unless the entire population’s memories were also altered, which they were not because Sam remembers it just fine, this plot literally makes NO SENSE. 

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Saudade: Ch24


Laying sprawled out on the bathroom floor, covered in your own blood, vomit, and sweat, honestly wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Actually, it was probably a million times worse, but the shock had set in such a long time ago that you were numb to everything right now, especially after Josh had proceeded to yell at you and drop you back on the tile. So here you were, bleeding to death and scrambling down the hallway back to the nightstand where you hoped and prayed your phone would still be waiting for you. It felt like your entire core was set on fire, your stomach crushed, and there was the most miserable migraine still ringing in your head. You wouldn’t think it would be this bad of a miscarriage in the first trimester, but then you thought about all the weed and alcohol, and you couldn’t help but own up to the fact that it was all your fault. You brought this upon yourself.

Relief surged through you as soon as you reached your phone, snatching it off the bed stand, your hand uncontrollably shaking. You fumbled to unlock it, and then scroll through your contacts, trying to think straight. Would Jenna help you? Over Tyler’s dead body. You didn’t want to bother Brendon, but he seemed like your last chance. Josh had just abandoned you there, leaving you to die, not giving a shit whether or not you’d be okay. Thinking over it, you shouldn’t really be one to blame him. He had every right to be as angry as he was. You grit your teeth, trying to hold back the unbearable pain, and then called Brendon. It took several rings before you heard him pick up. “You okay?” he answered groggily, probably just as hungover as you were. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“I’m,” you took a deep breath and tried to recover, barely choking out each word. “On. Floor. Bedroom.”

“Hey,” his voice softened. “You don’t sound too good. You alright?”

“Dying,” you sputtered out. “Fuck. Bleeding.”

“Oh god. Bleeding? Dying? I’ll be right there,” he hurriedly replied. “Shit, I’m on my way.” He hung up the call, leaving you groaning on the ground, wishing more than anything you could just die already.

When Brendon finally came barging into your house, which partially concerned you because Josh hadn’t locked the door but you were also thankful for so you didn’t have to move much anymore, a rush of relief washed over you. “I’m in here!” you had to call out, and you heard the familiar footsteps, moment of silence in order to let the shock set in, and then the cussing.

“What the fuck,” you heard him breathe out. He followed the trail of blood from the bathroom out to the hallway and to the bedroom, then walked through the door, gaping at you. “Oh. My. God.”

“Stop staring and help me already,” you grumbled. “I’m sick of conversation.”

“Yeah, I’m on it,” he nodded quickly. “What do you need? Hospital?”

“No,” you immediately shook your head. “Just meds. Lots of pain killers. They should be in the cabinet. And uh, I don’t know. Maybe a bath. New clothes.”

“Don’t worry,” he reassured. “I’ll take care of you.”

And as always, he did. Brendon had no hesitation in getting you what you needed. He supplied you with a cup of water and several extra strength Tylenol, as well as some left over pasta he found in the fridge because he insisted you needed to eat something while you hydrated. He then managed to clean up the mess in the bathroom and a bit on the carpeting and bedroom floor, running the tub full of warm water and then carrying you there and slowly undressing you, constantly asking you if you were alright or felt better. It was humbling for you to be taken care of like a small child, being fed and washed and dressed helplessly, but for some reason, with Brendon, it felt comforting. Normally when you were sick and Josh had to take care of you, you felt embarrassed or as if a burden to him, but with Brendon, it was charitable and loving. It reminded you of the morning you first remembered Brendon.

It felt like just yesterday. Waking up with another miserable hangover, being fed and taken care of, given meds, then washed, treated with love through and through. That was the first memory you could recall with Brendon, when you woke up and first locked eyes with him, wanting so desperately to know who he was. Now here you were, a million mistakes, a miscarriage, and a now angry boyfriend later, wound up in the same situation, Brendon shoving away everything in his life to put you first and make sure you were okay. It seemed like he was always there for you, a shoulder to lean on when you needed it most, a number to call when you were lonely, a drug to cure all your problems.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Hmm?” Brendon raised an eyebrow. He had carried you to your room, with you now dressed in a large shirt and some underwear, cuddling you and wrapping you in a blanket on your bed.

“I just wanted to thank you,” you shrugged, raising your head from leaning on him and looking him in the eyes. “For everything you’ve done for me.”

“There’s no need to do that,” he reassured. He brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, giving a soft smile. “I do all of this because I love you.”

A pang of guilt rested in your stomach. “What about Sarah?” you barely whispered. “What are you going to do about her?”

“Look,” he faltered, feeling uneasy. “That’s different. Alright?”

“I’m sure,” you mumbled, resting your head on his chest and thinking over it all. The silence in the room was unbearable, the ringing in your ears making you want to scream, Brendon refusing to say anything in response. You were truly alone now. Sure, Brendon was here at the moment, but as soon as Sarah would get off vacation, he would go running back to her. Tyler already hated your guts, and probably wouldn’t let Jenna get anywhere near you after he had found out your true intentions. And Josh. He loathed you completely. You still remembered him standing in the doorway of the bathroom, telling you how he wanted to marry you, how you had ruined everything, how he couldn’t believe you would do something like this.

There was a knock on the door and you jolted upright, Brendon just as startled as you were. “Who might that be?” he asked cautiously.

“It might be Tyler,” you sighed. “Coming to kick my sorry little ass.”

“Don’t say that,” Brendon narrowed his eyes. “Hey, you stay here. Alright? Take it easy. No stress. I’ll see whoever’s at the door.”

“Brendon,” you swallowed uncomfortably. “That might not be such a good idea.”

“It will be fine,” he insisted. “You stay here. Try to get some sleep.”

As wary as you were about everything being just fine, it wasn’t like you had the energy to fight Brendon anyways. You still felt miserable despite the medication, and you took a deep breath, reaching over for a joint and the lighter on the nightstand, picking it up between your fingers and lighting it with the flickering flame. It hadn’t occurred to you before that Josh might be kicking you out of the apartment. Where the hell would you live? It wasn’t like you could just go to Brendon’s house, seeing as Sarah wouldn’t be on vacation for forever. A sick feeling settled in your stomach and you wished more than anything that you could just disappear. You took a long drag of your joint and let the billows of smoke disperse throughout the room, hoping that things would clear up soon.

Your mind started to linger on other things. Like where Josh might be right now. He could’ve driven over to Tyler’s house and spilled out the entire story to him. That’s what sounded most likely. But he also could’ve done something dangerous. Ideas of your dream lingered in your mind and left a stale taste in your mouth. He wouldn’t kill himself, would he? Visions of his tear stained face and broken eyes burned in the back of your mind and made you feel terribly guilt ridden. You hoped he was okay. You still loved him after all. That’s when you heard the escalation of voices and you began to get concerned.

“You think you can just fucking kill my kid, huh?” a loud voice shouted. Josh. It was Josh.

“Your kid,” Brendon scoffed. “Right.”

“I’m going to kick your ass,” Josh threatened. “I can’t believe you’d do that. I thought we were friends.”

“Hey, I didn’t know,” Brendon defended. “She never told me.”

“She never told you she had a boyfriend?” Josh’s voice escalated. He must’ve been furious beyond belief. “Of course she didn’t! She just thinks she can walk all over me.”

“Maybe if you actually treated her right then she wouldn’t have to come begging to me!” Brendon taunted.

“Treat her right?” you could practically envision the boiling anger rising up inside of Josh. “I did everything for her! I bought her everything she could ever want! I treated her like a queen! Then I leave for tour and she thinks she can throw that all away? That’s my fault?”

“You treat her like she’s a child,” Brendon argued. “You don’t let her drink or do drugs or even have rough sex. How do you expect her to follow your stupid rules? You need to let her breathe, let her live a little.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m not going to let her snort cocaine and get shit face wasted every night!” Josh apologized, sarcasm oozing with every word. “I’m sorry I won’t let her hoe around at the clubs in LA!”

“That’s not what I meant, Josh,” Brendon sighed.

“I’m sorry I’m not a fuck boy with a one man band who can charm her with a wink and a smile and whisk her away for months on end!” Josh seethed. “I’m sorry I don’t have weed growing out of my pockets and whiskey on hand and the audacity to let my bad habits influence the others around me!”

“Hey! That’s it!” Brendon snapped. “There’s nothing you can do, Josh! Whining about me being better than you isn’t going to fix the problem! She’s always going to want me more!”

“Bullshit,” Josh spat. “How come she never had the guts to break up with me then? She could’ve just ran off with you and left me out of this. But she didn’t. You know why? Because she found out you’re a cheater. You have so many other girls you’re not willing to give up for her, she’s afraid you’re going to leave her hanging.”

“I’m the one leaving her hanging?” Brendon questioned. “Last I checked, she was the one refusing to break up with her boyfriend and denying to have sex with me because she thought it was wrong! And then she comes crawling back to me with apologies and begging for me to take her back again. Yeah. Totally on me.”

“Fuck you,” Josh replied. “You’re a dick.”

“Of course I am,” Brendon chuckled. “A dick a whole lot better than yours.”

That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t just sit in the back bedroom and listen to the boys tear each other apart. It was unbearable. You put out your joint and groaned as you pushed yourself off the mattress and stumbled out of the bedroom, looking for the boys. They didn’t seem to be arguing anymore. You didn’t hear their voices. You looked in the living room, seeing nothing, but then starting to hear a wheezing, choking sound. Fear seized your entire being as you heard someone start grumbling, as if whispering, and you turned the corner, speechless and shocked with what you found. Josh had Brendon in a headlock, choking him half to death, Brendon’s face turning a pale shade of blue. Your jaw dropped, staring at the scene, Brendon desperately grabbing at Josh’s arm, only making him squeeze harder.

“You think you can fuck my girlfriend and I won’t know about it, huh?” Josh muttered in his ear. “Knock her up and get me to believe it’s my kid? Let her choke on marijuana smoke and get drunk on fancy bottles of liquor? Ruin my entire relationship with her just so you can add another girl’s name on your long list of sluts?”

“Stop,” you choked out, terrified. “Please Josh.”

“What?” his eyes blazed with fury, his gaze turning towards you. “Do you want a piece of this as well?”

“No,” you carefully shook your head, glancing at Brendon whose eyes were watering, him gasping for breath, scratching Josh’s arm so hard it bled.

“Don’t think I won’t,” Josh warned.

“You don’t have to do this,” you insisted softly, voice shaking, mind spinning. “You don’t need to hurt anyone Josh.”

“Yes I do,” he insisted, glaring at you. “He hurt you.”

“What? No, Josh. This isn’t his fault-” you tried to explain but he only threw Brendon to the ground, which you were extremely grateful for, but also horrified to find out what he might have in store for you. You took a step back and watched as Josh’s chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths, him turning towards you, those angry eyes still afire. Brendon was on the ground, choking for air, trying to get ahold of his surroundings. “Please. Just take a deep breath. Calm down.”

“Calm down?” he yelled. “How the fuck do you expect me to calm down when I wake up in the middle of the night and find my girlfriend bleeding to death on the bathroom floor with a dead baby? When I finally find out the guy who stole you away from me, fucked you up with drugs and sex and alcohol and a baby, and then dumped you? You think I’m going to be calm, babe?”

“N-no,” you stuttered out, glancing at Brendon still laying on the floor and hacking up a lung.

“That’s right!” he shouted. “So stay the fuck out of my way, and let me take care of this for good!”

“Josh,” your voice broke as you saw him turn back around towards Brendon, tugging him up off the floor by his shirt collar, and then shoving him up against the wall. You had never seen Josh do anything like this. He had never gotten this angry in all his life as far as you knew. You were terrified.

“Now as for you,” Josh chuckled darkly, tightening his grip on Brendon’s shirt, pushing him back harder. “I don’t believe we’re done quite yet.”

please, read this.

guys, all i want to say is… please, don’t share things that you don’t know if it’s true or not.

i mean, the “jk’s ig acc” was a mess. people overreacted to it and it was so boring!

if jk or anyone of the team has a acc on wherever, we can’t do this mess! they’re people too! i saw most of people going to ‘his’ acc (we don’t know if it is jk or not), sending him messages and asking for another pic or whatever. we don’t know nothing about this acc, guys, please. maybe it’s just a fan or something, must be a staff too, but we are invading his privacity (regardless of who it is).

i was shocked too, but i didn’t posted nothing about that until someone say something about that. yes, we can do it. 

let’s not be inconvenient. 

NOTE: i’m not saying that everyone did this, so please, don’t come to my blog to say bad stuff. love you. ♥

Fire - Z.H

Based of a short imagine i read somewhere. Really sorry but i can’t remember who originally posted it, feel free to tag and say thanks to them if you know who.

Update: This idea came from @whydontbeans I seriously recommend checking out their blog!

Zach Herron x Reader.

The boys head out and Zach returns home from the studio irritated and you have the joys of paying the consequences (nothing bad).

warning: Possibly the occasional swear, sexual references (nothing too serious), a dominant Zach (i don’t know, don’t ask)

You where just coming down the stairs of the Why Don’t We house, you had been spending a lot of time there since the boys had a bit of time off. Well, they where still recording new songs but at least they where home and not touring. This allowed you to spend more time with your boyfriend. You heard for the kitchen, having spent the last few hours alone, aimlessly wondering around the house and scrolling through you phone. You where going to lie and say that your weren’t bored because you where definitely bored. You heard the door open, your excitement grew by the second. You didn’t get a chance to put your phone down before you felt Zach’s strong arms spin you around to face him. You didn’t get chance to register his irritated facial expression or say anything before he had crashed his lips hungrily into yours. You where taken by surprise and couldn’t help but wonder where this sudden lust had come from. You felt his hands drop from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you closer to him as you began kissing back getting over the initial surprise. You pulled away for a quick breath taking to opportunity to ask him and register his annoyance.

“Zach!“ you breathed holding the hem of his shirt, “wh-what’s wrong?” you asked but he had already attached his lips to your neck, soft sucking at the soft parts of your skin. You couldn’t help but lean you neck to the side as he had you trapped. It didn’t bother, in fact you where intrigued. He was never this lustful, especially when someone could walk in at any moment.

“Don’t worry about it!” his breath was hot against you neck causing you to shiver. It didn’t take him long to attach his lips to your skin away, this time trailing kisses along you jawline and collarbone.

“Seriously…”you whispered. He stopped trailing kisses, looking you dead in your y/e/c eyes. A fire burning wild in his brown ones.

“You really want to know?”he muttered, his head resting against yours and his hands finding their way to your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping you around his waist.

“Yes” you reply as your wrap your arms around this neck, he began carrying you to his empty room, neither one of you breaking eye contact as he did so.

“The recording didn’t go well” he almost growled as he opened the door to his room.

“So” you practically questioned.

“I couldn’t get this one part right” He replied dropping you on to his bed, your back colliding with the soft blankets beneath you as he hovered over you. His necklace hanging causing you to fiddle with it as he admired you, the same fire burning in his eyes keeping you intrigued. “The boys decided to go out, i had other plans” He gave you a devilish smile as he began trailing kissess up your exposed stomach. He held your hands down, preventing them from moving as he got closer and closer to your neck. He hovered over you from a short moment. You tried to reach up and kiss him but her was too quick and had other ideas, attaching his lips once again to your neck, this time allowing you to move your arms. He had his one holding him up and his other wrapped tightly around you, pulling your closer to deepen the kiss. You used this as an opportunity to explore his chest with your hands, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt, slowly pulling it closer to the top. He quickly break away, removing his top, allowing you to admire him more. The two of you continued your heated make out session only stopping when the house filled with the sound of familiar voices, signalling that the others had arrived home. You signed disappointed that your session was over. As much as Zach loved you, he was never this intimate when the boys where around, making them extra special to you when they happened. The boys, of course knew they happened, Zach often left his mark on you. But this time, you would never hear the end of it, he had left so many.

Your Faults- Loki x Reader x Thor

Requested by @frenchfrostpudding I changed it up a bit Darling, hope you like it :)

This is a High school Au by the way :) I really liked this idea though, would be fun to do more, right?


“It’s only a minor cold, you’ll be fine once you get rest, Y/n,”
Y/n nods weakly as her father takes her temperature, “I told you not to play in the snow, if you had listened to–”
“–Dad,”
From where Y/n was curled up under bundles of warm sheets, she raises an eyebrow at him. Honestly, he’s right, she should’ve listened to him. But she wasn’t going to sit idly by while on a surprise snow day when she could’ve fooled around outside. Though it landed her sick in bed, with one hell of a cold, it was so worth it. Y/n’s father sighs, moving away from her bed, crossing her room to the open door, “Oh, I called school. Told ‘em you’d need a few days. Rest okay?”
Y/n nods, thanking her father before he closes the door behind him. She knew he was late for work, and its more likely she has to get up to make her own breakfast. Though Y/n’s happy for the few days off, she could think of much better ways to spend it than laying a cold. With a groan, Y/n rolls out of bed, taking her sheet with her, she exits her room and pads her way down stairs. She must admit, yesterday was loads of fun, her friends, Loki and Thor came over, along with some other friends form school. In truth, she blames Loki for her cold, he and Thor having plotted and threw snow down her sweater.
She walks into the kitchen, fills the kettle with water and sets it on the stove. Tea sounds really good right now, because, snow was still piled up outside, but it wasn’t snowing like it was yesterday. And even though Y/n was wearing the thickest sweater she owned, she could still feel the chill seeping through. She pulls her mug from the cupboard next to her head, setting it down on the counter as she propped her chin on her hand, waiting for the water to boil. In the meanwhile she busied herself by trying to decide which tea she wanted from her small selection of Green Tea, Ginger and Lemon or just Chamomile. The ginger seems like the best option, since it’s better suited to make her throat feel like it didn’t go through a blender.
Y/n smiles to herself as she made herself a cup of tea, well prepared to curl up and watch the telly all day. Though she was more likely to be alone, that’s until her father comes home from the Hospital later, she would very much enjoy her solit–
“Y/n!” a loud voice calls, followed by a banging on her door and a very irritated, “Stop that, idiot. She might be asleep,”  Y/n could practically hear the eye roll that surely followed.
“Asleep at this hour?”
Knowing that could only be her too goons for friends, she drags her feet to answer the door. When she opened it, Thor and Loki were both standing outside, Thor with a bright smile and Loki looking less than interested. “Hey guys,” Y/n greets, not sure she’s up for their antics right now, but lets them in none the less. “Y/n,” Thor says, “You look terrible,”
With a roll of her eyes, the girl closes the door behind them. “For once brother, I agree with you.” Loki comments, grinning when she shoves his shoulder.
“Shut up, this is both your faults,” She watches as Loki took off his black leather jacket, pulling the dark green scarf from around his neck.

“Your father called, told us you caught a cold,”

“Hmm, I didn’t know you two were the school,” Y/n says, walking past Thor who had just made himself comfortable in the living room. Loki, who had followed her to the kitchen, smiles, leaning against the counter. “Well, our father is the principal, and he got the call. And we’re your best friends, so naturally, we know.” He shrugs, sitting down at the small table, “How’re you feeling?”

“No better than last night,”

Y/n didn’t for one moment wondered what they were both doing at her place, because as far as she knows, they have school right now. And knowing Loki, the guy is all about school. He’s not one to miss a day, being at the top of the class, how’s he’s able to pull off bad boy nerd, Y/n would never know. Thor on the other hand, captain of the Asgardian Rebels, he’s smart too, just not like Loki. They’ve been close friends since God knows how long, Y/n’s mother being close with the boys’ mother. She and Thor weren’t really close at first, but all that change when she pushed him into their backyard pool during his ninth birthday party. Which is why she is almost always on the receiving end of their tricks, she realized. The three of them had been nearly inseparable since then, joined at the hip her father would say. They’ve been through everything together, down to sticking at Loki’s side after he learnt that he was adopted, and when Y/n’s mother had passed.
Even though the two of them could be a headache, she loves them none the less.

Later, the three sat on the couch, Y/n wrapped up in her sheet, in the middle of the boys. They were munching on snacks, watching whatever silly child’s show that flashed on the telly.
“Next time we have a snow day, I’m not coming anywhere near you two.” Y/n says, breaking the comfortable silence between them. She looks over to Loki when he scoffed, “Right, considering I even dared to sit next to you. You might as well be contagious,” He says in mock distaste.
“Shut up, before I kick both your asses out.”
Thor chuckles next to her, shaking his head, “Do you remember that time when your father didn’t want us to see you?” he asks, looking at Y/n and they all share a laugh.
That was a mess all on it’s own, though her mother was okay with them being around each other, her father was having none of it. Saying that they’d only get her into trouble, and that they’re nothing but bad influences. Well lets just say, he got over that fast, after he walked right into a prank of Y/n’s.
“Oh, those were good times,” Y/n laughs lightly, before stopping abruptly to sneeze in the tissue she was clutching. “Knew that was coming,” Loki comments, lifting up the small trash can for her to throw the tissue in. Reminding her why she was at home at the moment, nursing a cold.

“I hate you both.”


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You're A Little Weird, But I Love You (Yugyeom) (One Shot)

Y/N’s POV

“Next stop is labouring platform.” The mechanic woman voice spoke through the speaker.

I was currently on a train, for ‘Running Man’, because my uncle, Haroro, was sick, so he asked me if I wanted to take his place.

“Labouring platform?” I asked Jihyo, who shrugged, also not knowing why we would stop here.

“Running Man members, please get off the train and follow the instructions.” The mechanic voice said.

“All right, let’s escape.” Jaesuk said. “Yes, let’s got!” Jungkook said excited.

The seven of us got up and walked towards the exit of the train.

“This platform looks really nice.” Sukjin said, as we looked around the platform.

On the platform were seven tables with chairs, surrounded by an incredible amount of… envelopes?

“Show your respect to the guards.“ A PD-min told us, making me even more confused than I already was.

“Guards?” I asked. “Nice to see you all.” A familiar male voice said.

It was Jaebum, together with the rest of GOT7. All of them were wearing prison guard uniforms, including ‘beating’ stick.

“Get out of the train! Quickly!” Jackson ordered. “Hurry up!” The seven of us quivkly got out of the train.

“Who are they?” Jungkook asked confused, as I tried not to laugh.

“What? Why are they here?” Jaesuk asked, he was just as confused like the rest of us.

“Please take a seat.” Jaebum said, and we walked towards our assigned seats.

“Get ready to work everyone.” Jaebum said, as the seven of us sat down.

“Work?” I asked. “You can leave if you finish stamping all of these.” BamBam said, referring to all the envelopes.

Haroro oppa, why must you do this to me?“ I fake cried, making some people laugh.

"You have to stamp 10.000 envelopes in a given time.” A PD-nim explained.

“10.000!?” I asked, looking at all the envelopes.

“Ypu have 20 minutes.” The PD-nim continued.

“20 minutes!?” I cried, knowing there was no way we would succeed.

“Start!”

The seven of us immediately began stamping the envelopes.

“Please stamp the other side.” Yugyeom told me.

“I came here to have a good time.” I sighed, while turing the envelope around. “And honestly, I’m feeling so attacked right now.”

This made Yugyeom laugh, but when he noticed Jackson glare at him, he quickly shut up.

- - - - - - - - - -

I don’t know long it’s been since westarted stamping, but it was too long.

Also I don’t want to see a stamp, or envelope, for a long time, or else I will loose it.

At some point Kwangsoo suddenly ran off, making us look at him confused. And he was quickly followed by Seokjin, and two of the GOT7 members.

Leaving the rest of us behind with all the (non stamped) evelopes.

“Guys, stay focus.” Jaebum said. “Come on, and stay focused.” Youngjae said.

And the rest of us continued stamping the envelopes, ugh.

- - - - - - - - - -

When I was still stamping the envelopes, I noticed one of them had someting written on it.

I carefully read the text and saw an escape route was drawn underneath the  text.

I memorized the route, and continued stamping lke nothing was going on.

The entire time I could feel Yugyeom’s gaze burning in my back. I couldn’t blame him, I looked like a zebra in the black and white striped clothes.

And probably because I was his girlfriend, his zebra looking girlfriend.

“Are you tired?” Jackson asked me. “Yes, look at much I have done.” I groaned, wanting to throw thse envelopes in his face.

Jackson laughed and gave me even more envelopes making me groan.

“(Y/N), can you take my place on Running Man, I’m feeling really sick.” I mocked Haroro. “Sick my ass. I bet Haroro oppa knew about this.” I grumbled. “I’m about to loose it.”

I quickly put my hair in a high pony tail, taking the first and best change to run. I looked up and noticed nobody was looking at me, so I carefully got up.

“What are you doing?” Yugyeo asked, making me gulp. “Nothing, just stretching my legs.” I lied.

Yugyeom looked at BamBam, who was already looking at me.

“Look, I’m still stamping these envelopes.” I grabbed a big pile of envelopes, but quickly threw them at the two, and made a run for it.

“She’s escaping!” Yugyeom yelled and ran after me, as he was quikly follwed by BamBam.

“Why is she so fast?” BamBam cried out, as he tried to keep up with me and Yugyeom. “She’s not fast, you’re jsut slow!” Yugyeom yelled, making BamBam run faster.

I reached the escalators, after a few close encounters with Yugyeom, who had almost ripped off my name tag.

“Why are they off?” I panted, feeling a little tired from all  the running, while looking at the escalators.

“Are you tired yet, jagi?” Yugyeom asked, making me dash up the escelators. “Sike! You thought!” I yelled, as Yugyeom and BamBam followed me up the escalator.

“I’m so tired.” BamBam panted, as he reached the top of the escalators. “Now I understand why this show is called ‘Running Man’.”

But before BamBam could continue, Jihyo ripped his name tag of his back.

“Come on, she’s getting away!” Yugyeom said, and ran towards me. “Pleae jagi, just give up.” He pouted. “You can’t run forever.”

“I will, if I must.” I said, slowly walking backwards  “And you can’t run forever either.” “I won’t stop until I have caught you.” Yugyeom said, taking a step forward each time I did a step back.

I turned around to run away, but was met with a chest of someone.

“I caught you, (Y/N)-ah.” It was Jaebum. “It’s over.” I smirked, seeing he was standing with his legs open.

I took a few steps back and ran at full speed towards Jaebum, who smirked, knwoing there was no way I could push myself past him. Since he was stronger than me and all.

But before I reached Jaebum I slid over the foor, sliding through th eopeing of Jaebum’s legs, and quickly continued my run to freedom.

“That’s unfair, jagi!” Yugyeim yelled, as he and Jaebum quickly followed after me. “You can only do that because you’re small.”

“Nothing unfair! I just used my brain!” I yelled back, knwoing I was almsot free.

“Freedom here I come!” I yelled, but before I could go through the door, astrong arm wrapped around my waist.

“Not on my watch.” Yugyeom laughed. “No, Yugy, please.” I did some aegyo. “If you really love me, you let me go.”

“Too bad.” He laughed and ripped off my name tag. “You’re so mean.” I pouted and Yugyeom laughed.

“Come, I’ll give you a piggyback.” Yugyeom said and turned his back torwards me.

But before I go on his back, I ripped his name tag off and ran away laughing, while waving his name tag in the air.

“Ah! Jagi! Why would you do that?” Yugyeom laughed and ran after me. “Come back!” He caught up to me and scopped me into his arms.

Yugyeom picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

“Yugyeom! Put me down!” I laughed and weakly punched his back. "But I just caught you.“ Yugyeom laughed.

I stopped punshing his back  and slapped his butt instead. "Ah! (Y/N)!” Yugyeom put me back on my feet. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I could’t resist ypur cute butt.” I laughed and put his name tag back on his back.

“Now give me that piggyback ride you promised me.” I said. “You’re weird.” Yuguyeom laughed, as I jumped on his back.

“You’re a little wierd.” Yugyeom said. “But I love you, jagi.”

“You’re a little weird too.” I said and kissed his cheek. “But i love you too, Yugy.”

I hope you enjoyed this one shot ^-^
Request are open!
Stay amazing!

Originally posted by jypnior

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the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn | a mix for aria (and alison’s) revenge

i. plays through mind like a bad film and nothing can erase it ii. cross my heart, broke your promise, told me lies iii. i’m now searching for my former self, the girl you stole from me iv. the games we played ‘till now are at an end v. i demand you put my heart back in my hand, and wipe it clean from the mess you made of me vi. and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything vii. i tried to be the lover to your nightmare, look what you made of me viii. think of the air you cannot breathe when i whisper her name, think of just what i’m going to do when i get a hold of you ix. broken girls, when rag-doll used, can’t be expected to be true, status: villain has been subdued

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I’m just sick of it, man. I just want to completely avoid all things Star Wars cause no matter where I go or what I look at, it’s covered in r*ylos. Is that the majority now? Has it always been that way and I was just really fucking naive in thinking better of this fandom? I wouldn’t be surprised.

And we’re not even supposed to vent about it on our own god damn blogs? Without someone coming into OUR tags or stalking our accounts just to “keep tabs” or “pull receipts” like. Fuck off. I literally want nothing to do with y'all. I don’t want a debate. I ain’t giving y'all a platform to post your shitty opinions all over MY STUFF. If you interact, you’re blocked. End of story.

I just wanna talk about why, YES, a FICTIONAL SHIP is bad and can directly influence bad behaviors snd poor mindsets and don’t even give me that “it’s not real” bs cause there are and always have been cases where what is being consumed directly reflects the type of person consuming it. Even if it’s proven to be canon, that’s a huge failure on lf’s part. And I don’t even have to say why. Shock value? Fuck that. Making a ship canon for shock value already spells out trouble. Ain’t no one learned a goddamn thing from jon*rys. Just cause they confirmed it doesn’t mean it’s good or right.

Being Steve’s daughter and dating Bucky would include:

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Another one omg, so I’m probably going to be making this into several parts, probably a one shot too, I just love the idea of this!

Tagging: @jarnesbrnes @capsbuchanan @justareader @marvelingatthewonder

Originally posted by enochianess

  • “Buck if you hurt her I will kill you.”
  • “I won’t hurt her, Stevie.”
  • Steve not being okay with it at first.
  • “Y/N, he’s my best friend!”
  • “Dad, nothing bad is gonna happen, I promise.”
  • Him warming up to the idea.
  • Your dad being slightly gay for your boyfriend, but you don’t care.
  • Bucky coming to your house a lot.
  • But not just for you.
  • Like maybe 50% for you and 50% for Steve.
  • “So when can I have my boyfriend back?”
  • “Never!”
  • Bucky and Steve telling you about the 40’s.
  • This makes you want to dress up in 40’s clothing.
  • So you do.
  • And Steve cries when he sees what you’re wearing.
  • Bucky being extra extra extra careful with you.
  • Steve loving you so much, that if Bucky hurts you, he’ll stop being friends with him.
  • But that never happens.
  • Worrying a lot when they’re on missions.
  • “Doll, we’ll be fine.”
  • “Just don’t lose another arm.”
  • Steve laughing because of that joke.
  • Bucky just sitting there, dead serious.
  • “That wasn’t funny.”
  • “Kinda was, pal.”
  • So much cockblocking.
  • “Steve if you don’t get out of this room right now I swear to god.”
  • Bucky throwing things at Steve when he cockblocks.
  • “Sorry! Sorry! I’ll leave!”

the-blue-haired-deamon  asked:

Hey, I'm looking for this fic and I can't seem to find it. Yuri works in a coffee shop and victor is the owner. He needs help making rent so Chris suggests a sugar daddy site. Yuri meets Beka there. Yuri is 21 and I think Beka is 25. I can't remember the name at all and I forgot to make sure I could find it again. PLEASE HELP ME! 😩😩

Hello! I think the fic you’re looking for is Café Latte by SpecterQueen!

Summary:

Inspired by this kink prompt: “Character A works a minimum wage job at Starbucks and is trying to get a second job to help pay rent, but nothing is working out. Strapped for cash, Character A tries to find themselves a Sugar Daddy to pay the bills.”

Basically, barista Yuri is bad at budgeting and is forced to find alternative methods to make rent. He works at a coffee shop owned by Viktor. Otabek comes from a wealthy family, and is willing to help in exchange for a questionable agreement.

This is incredibly self-indulgent. Please mind the tags. Yuri is 20 going on 21 and Otabek is 25.

You can read it here!

Oh my god, why do some dudes write such cringy messages on dating sites? I got this one yesterday and I just can’t:

“Sometimes I question why bad things happen to good people. For example, how come we’ve never been on a date?”

Women are just humans, dude. Talk to us like a normal person and you might actually get somewhere. Not with me, but someone.