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Requests PLEASE READ (T-T)

I’m so sorry guys but my inbox is full of requests that are way to detailed for me, and on top of that i want to get your requests out fast.

So the only way i feel i can do that is to wipe out my inbox and start fresh.

So for anyone who sent requests I’m so sorry but I just can’t do them (T-T)

so here are some new guidelines for when requests are open

  • Fake texts and Reactions ONLY
  • Angst, Fluff, or light smut
  • BTS GOT7 or BlackPink

If i receive any requests for a oneshot I’m sorry but it will be ignored (T-T)

I am so sorry to do this to you guys but its getting a bit stressful to the point where i am losing the inspiration to write O_o

I hope you understand! <3

So, there’s this relatively new member of our team who’s a gossip fanatic, she’s always around chatting everyone up and then reporting the juicest news and hot details she’s given, which is a demeanour our main client is pretty bothered by, therefore she always makes sure to shut up and behave around them.

Two coworkers of mine, me, the Big Boss and our client were arranging and planning a few things, when she burst into the room, not noticing the BB and the Client, who were at that moment having coffe behind the door and she went “ooooh, you know what they say about Louis Tomlinson not actually being the father of his child? Looks like it’s true after all, even though it’s been ages!”

We didn’t have time to gesture to her, that my client appeared from behind the door all frowny and straight faced “yeah, the same ages it took you to dig this oh-so-shocking information up, with that quick, sharp rate of yours you’ll have to start working on the next campaign tomorrow morning if I want it out before 2036″.

It didn’t happen often, but even once would probably be more than Aaron would be willing to admit. The first time it happened was shortly after their game against the Ravens that ended in Riko’s death.

Thanks to Katelyn, Neil knew about Aaron’s occasional nightmares, which was why he was only mildly surprised when one night the door to their bedroom opened and the second Minyard brother stood in their doorway. A quick glance to the digital clock on Kevin’s nightstand told Neil it was half past two in the morning.

He watched from his bed as Aaron quietly, probably hoping not to wake anyone, made his way over to Andrew’s bed.

As he stepped into the little bit of moonlight that found its way through their blinds, the pale light illuminated his tired features and Neil was pretty sure Aaron had gotten little to no sleep yet. He almost felt sorry for him.

“Andrew,” he heard Aaron whisper, a safe distance between him and his twin, “Andrew, wake up.”

Rustling sheets and a sudden, dull thud told Neil Andrew had woken up - as violently as always - in the bed beneath his.

“What.” It didn’t even sound like a question, just a very tired and annoyed remark.

“I-…” Aaron cleared his throat and looked at the ground beneath his naked feet. He looked uncomfortable. Embarrassed. Scared.

“…..can I stay?”

There was a long silence, and Neil began to think Andrew would do his usual spiel of staring someone down until they got the message and left him alone.

He didn’t know what it was that made Andrew decide against this. Whether it was some sort of brotherly affection Andrew had towards Aaron, but didn’t quite know what to do with yet. Or maybe it was his excessive sense of duty towards those he called family. Whatever it was, it made Andrew scoot over in his bed. An almost unnoticeable sigh of relief left Aaron, and he climbed into his brother’s bed.

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What Are You Wearing?: ArchiexReader! Oneshot

heeeey my friends, sorry for the lack of writing recently. here’s a quick lil oneshot I threw together, which is kinda similar to the Goodnight Texts:ReggiexReader! that I did :) this was a request, so I hope its okay?! Also, really sorry that its so short! More Archie stuff coming soon (including smut)!

PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN MY ASK :)

Summary: Archie can’t sleep so decides to text his girlfriend…

Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of smut. 

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anonymous asked:

“do it. i dare you.” Jumin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Anonymous: How about an MC/Jumin/V fic where Jumin gets jealous because V is showing signs that he likes MC as well? c:


#5

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Characters: Jumin Han, Jihyun Kim (V) and Reader/MC/You
a|n i merged two requests at once! i hope you guys enjoy this mini-fic i made with V in it for the second time around chus!!


The lights were dimmed and the center-stage was filled with nothing but spotlights. The dancing luminescence highlighted the prepossessing orchestrated patterns spread out and beautifully put together to showcase the ones who would stand upon the silver platform. A rostrum, layers of the alluring flora lined up to form a garden of blossoms to match the crème de la crème audience. A neatly arranged drapery of a midnight blue color hugged the sides of the stage, demonstrating how it was exquisitely done just for this event.

The nude and intricate detailing of the walls matched how heavily victorian-inspired the entire setting have become. It became royally drafted that only the finest of suits and dresses would deem allowed to roam the great halls. It was a good thing that you took the heed of wearing the item Jumin asked you to wear. The least you can do is to let yourself freely roam around the glamorous milieu without succumbing your presence from the others.

You felt proud of yourself. Above all, it was you who worked hard to put everything together. For someone who was only forced and pushed to arrange this fundraiser as a starter, you had done well.

“It’s beautiful.” A voice behind you whispered, the small resounding click of something hitting the marbled floor with ease accompanied his foot steps. You turned yourself to see a certain turquoise-haired man with a look that was ever so peaceful and welcoming. “And of course, breathtaking.”

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anonymous asked:

48 and 76 w/ Kookie please, can you make it like the boys were hanging out, when they started to talk about you, Jk's girlfriend, and how pretty, sexy, and hot you were, while Jungkook was silently listening to them when the talk came to a perverted one? Then Jungkook was all pissed, and suddenly burst in anger at his hyungs, scolding them and such and... the rest is up to you. xD sorry about this, and if you cant do it, its totally okay :D Love your works, btw. :)

Talk Shit, Get Hit (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Stop it.” + “Don’t you dare!”

Summary: It’s never been easy dating Jungkook, especially when he’s always away on tour or busy working. Luckily, the other members of BTS support the relationship wholeheartedly. In fact, they like you quite a bit! (A bit too much, if Jungkook’s being honest.)

Word count: 1.2k words

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

On your screen, Jungkook’s image was slightly pixelated due to the dim lighting of his hotel room. Luckily, he got his own suite, so the two of you could FaceTime in peace. Still, it wasn’t like you minded the other BTS members.

It was usually really fun to talk to them, but you hadn’t seen Jungkook in weeks because of the tour, and you were seriously missing your boyfriend.

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair–still damp from his shower–and smiled slightly down at his camera. You tried not to swoon at the sight.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, his voice sounding tinny through your earphones.

“Hi Kook,” you smiled back, gazing at your small screen. You shifted on your bed, settling further underneath your thick covers. “How did the concert go?”

“It went well,” Jungkook replied shortly. After a moment of silence, it was clear Jungkook wasn’t planning on elaborating. Looking closer at his image, you could see his jaw was set tightly, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

“Are you okay?” you asked, concern lining your voice. “You seem upset.”

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Jungkook said sharply, clearly sounding angry. Suddenly, he sighed loudly and rubbed his hand over his face tiredly. “It’s…just don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

“You can tell me, Kook,” you said softly, frowning at your boyfriend sounding so distraught. “Maybe you’ll feel better if you talk about it.”

“It’s seriously nothing,” Jungkook whined, not sounding as angry as before. His eyes darted to the side, avoiding looking at you and the camera. “I’m kinda embarrassed about it, honestly. I was being stupid.”

“Now I’m curious!” you laughed. “You have to tell me now, Jungkook.”

“Oh, shit. You said my full name,” Jungkook gasped dramatically. “Things are getting intense.”

“Just tell me,” you whined, shaking your phone in frustration. You could hear Jungkook cackling through your earphones.

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Jungkook conceded. “Just…just don’t make fun of me afterwards, okay?”


JUNGKOOK’S POV (One hour earlier)

Like every other night, Jungkook was sprawled across Jin’s bed, his legs hanging off the edge. Taehyung was sitting somewhere above Jungkook, watching a movie on his phone. The other hyungs were there, too, just hanging out before they went to bed.

Everyone was dead tired after their performance earlier that day, but they had a nighttime routine they never dared to break. One time, Jungkook and Taehyung skipped the nightly chill session to binge-watch Haikyuu, and the next morning, Jin lectured them on the importance of family.

So, that was why Jungkook was doing nothing in Namjoon and Jin’s suite when he could have been FaceTiming his girlfriend instead. He sighed petulantly, but none of the hyungs paid him any mind.

“Are we gonna do anything?” Jungkook asked impatiently. “Or are we just going to sit here in silence? Because I’m supposed to FaceTime Y/N tonight, and I would really rather be doing that right now.”

“Oh, you’re talking to Y/N soon?” Hoseok piped up, his head popping into Jungkook’s line of vision as he sat up quickly. “Can I say hi? I haven’t spoken to her in so long!”

“No! This is like, the equivalent of a date, okay?” Jungkook refused. He pulled himself into a sitting position, his tired muscles aching. “Just message her or something, I dunno.”

“How’s she doing, anyway?” Namjoon asked more seriously. “No one giving her any trouble? You two have been pretty good at keeping everything low-key.”

“No, she’s fine,” Jungkook said quickly.

“You know, you’re so lucky Y/N’s such a good girlfriend,” Jimin sighed wistfully from across the room. “If it were another girl, she probably would have told everyone. Like, how do we even know girls like us for us? And not for our money, or something.”

“Yeah, Jungkook’s seriously lucky,” Hoseok agreed. “Plus, Y/N is so cute! Remember when she baked us that cake on our 3rd anniversary since our debut? So adorable!”

“You better not take her for granted, Jungkook. Otherwise, one of us might just steal her from you,” Jin joked.

Jungkook felt his right eye twitch in annoyance, but he knew better than to talk back.

“Yeah, Jin’s right,” Taehyung said, looking up from his phone. He had a glint in his eye, and Jungkook knew he was about to start something. “Y/N’s fucking fit. You know when she visits us in the studio? Sometimes she wears these leggings, and her ass looks so–”

“Stop it! Tae!” Jungkook bellowed, launching himself at Taehyung. The two boys collided and tumbled off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thunk! Jungkook pinned the other boy beneath him, positively seething in anger.

“Whoa, chill,” Taehyung squeaked. “It was a joke, Kookie!”

“Don’t you dare pull that shit with me, Tae,” Jungkook spat, having his shoulders a rough shake before lifting himself off his friend. “It’s not fucking funny.”

Jungkook made his way to the door, his hyungs staring at him, wide-eyed in shock. Only Yoongi remained passive, regarding Jungkook cooly from where he sat at the desk.

“I’m going to cool down,” Jungkook announced, his voice strained. “Don’t try to follow me.”

“Jungkook, stop being a little shit,” Yoongi said quietly, though he still sounded terrifying. The look in his eyes had Jungkook shaking, but he wasn’t going to admit that. And he wasn’t going to apologize, either.

“Talk shit, get hit!” Jungkook growled, and then promptly spun on his heel and sped out of the suite. He practically ran down the hallway to his room, fearing Yoongi would chase after him and whoop his ass. Luckily, no one followed.


You burst into laughter immediately after Jungkook finished his story. He looked at you, the betrayal written clearly on his face.

“Y/N! You promised you wouldn’t laugh,” Jungkook pouted, his cheeks turning bright pink. “I told you it was embarrassing!”

“N-no, it’s not that,” you gasped out, breathless after laughing so hard. “You’re so cute, Kook. I didn’t know you were the jealous type!”

“It’s because I haven’t seen you in so long,” Jungkook explained bashfully, his blush worsening. “Sometimes it really sucks. I hardly get to spend time with you anymore, and I hate it so fucking much.”

“Hey, Kook. It’s okay,” you smiled, although you understood Jungkook’s frustration. “You’re out there doing amazing things and following your dreams. I don’t mind waiting for you–I’ll always be waiting, so don’t worry about that. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied softly. “Sometimes I just wish things were different, you know?”

“I don’t,” you said firmly. “Seriously, Kook. I know it’s hard, but we’ll make it through together.”

“I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook blurted out suddenly. “I-I just…fuck, this is embarrassing. Like, you’re so good to me and I want to say ‘thank you’ all the time, but that seems so weird. But…thanks. Thanks for being you, and thanks for sticking with me.”

“I love you, too. And thanks for being you,” you giggled, snuggling into your warm bed. “Also, you really need to apologize to everyone. Especially Tae. What were you thinking, Kook?”

“I will,” Jungkook pouted, sighing loudly as he flopped onto his bed dramatically. You laughed at your boyfriend’s childish antics, and the two of you talked until you drifted to sleep–both dreaming of each other.

- Girl in Luv

This one was fun! Thanks for requesting~ I notice a lot of you guys apologize when you send us requests. Why!!! We love you! You guys are the best!!!! Seriously, we appreciate the support so much. You could ask me to write a 100k word novel and I’d probably do it. (Also, have you guys listened to Winner’s new songs? Fool is my jammmmm) 💛

You’re the Hero

Originally posted by dailytomholland


Title: You are te Hero Peter Parker x, reader

Summary: Spiderman gets in a little bit of trouble, and he just doesn’t know if he was going to survive, until someone steps in. 

Just a cute little imagine for you (Just kidding it isn’t little it's’ almost 3000 words I am so sorry I need to need to be stopped) Anyways I hope you like it and omg Tom Holland stop being so cute. Anyways I hope you enjoy!





Peter woke up with the worst headache in the world and had no idea where he was waking up too. The city sirens rang in the background and the cool lights shined and blinded his vision. He groaned and tried to get up, but a sharp pain stopped him in the stomach. It wasn’t until he felt his whole body ache did he notice that there was a pair of cold, delicate hands hovering over his stomach did he notice that someone else was with him. He tried to get up from the floor, but the hands laid a wet tissue that stung his cuts.

“Oh, what are you doing to me?” Peter complained as he fully came through. He looked at the kind face that tended to his wounds. He noticed that his costume shirt was off, mainly to tend to the wounds on his stomach, but it seems his savior has kept on his face mask. The lady looked up at him and smiled. She looked about the same age as Peter, but she had the kindest and most playful eyes he has ever witnessed. “Looks like Spiderman has gotten in a big boy fight, hasn’t he?” The girl teased as she took out a large bandage for one of the scrapes on his body. Peter smirked under the mask.

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Spruce (Connor M. x Reader)

Anon- I havith a requstith!! all righty so the reader, jared, and connor go with evan to get his wisdom teeth out. so evan, being all loopy after the operation is in the car with the other three on the way home and starts talking to the reader in the backseat. so he’s like “hey *insert name here* you know my friend Connor? yeah well I’m not supposed to tell you this but he likes my friend y/n” and then everyone laughs and then like fluffy cute stuff (maybe a kiss) between Connor and the reader? Thank

Callout to @anotherstellarconversation for helping me out, bless u <3 (and go check them out please!!!!) Cries it’s been so long since this was sent, I’m sorry!! Regardless, I hope you enjoy <3,

Words – 1730

Warnings –  None (other than OOC characters)!

Evan just wanted to spend a day with his friends. He just wanted to sit down, maybe watch some movies, and just hang out. Instead, he is sitting in the back seat of Connor’s car, clinging onto Jared’s arm. The poor boy is shaking in his seat, and continuously toying with his shirt. He would occasionally run a hand through his hair, trying to get himself to calm down. It didn’t work.

“Evan, if you don’t let go I am going to lose my fucking arm.” Jared mumbled, shaking his arm.

“Wh-what? Am I really holding on that tightly?” Evan spluttered, quickly letting go of Jared’s arm.

“Jared, let him cling, he deserves it.” You say, turning in your seat to glare at Jared, who just rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” Jared said, holding out his arm. “Go nuts, Hansen. Just… Try not to cause a blood clot, alright? I kind of need my arm.”

Evan grasps Jared’s arm, grasping it not as tightly. He smiles at you and for moment, he seems a little less stressed. A little.

You turned your attention next to you, towards Connor. His window was down, which allowed his hair to flow freely, and occasionally fall in front of his face. His eyes were focused on the road, and his eyebrows would furrow in concentration (or maybe in slight irritation). To say that he was beautiful like this would be an understatement.

You fell for the boy hard. Even if everyone thought you were smitten for Evan, that was far from the truth. Sure, you might shamelessly flirt with the tree lover occasionally, but it was all in good fun. Evan knew this, and he was okay with it. You were even sure that Connor knew.

He didn’t.

And now you sit here, watching his hair flow, and his eyes reflecting the light of the sun.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you even paying attention?” A hand moved in front of your face and snapped.

You turn your head towards to back of the car, and look at Jared. “Sorry, what?”

Jared smirked and began snickering. “What? Were you staring at Mur-“

“What were you talking about, Jared?” You say, a bit stricter. Its best if Connor didn’t realize you were staring.

Jared kept a smug grin, but dropped the subject. “Right… What are we going to do after this? Should we stick Evan somewhere and see what he does?”

Evan froze up. “What- NO! No, please don’t do that.”

“What’s stopping us?” Jared said, his grin widening.

“I know where we could hide Evan if you really want to.” Connor added, glancing at the three of you.

You slap Connor’s shoulder. “Dude! Leave him alone! Besides, I’m sure that your places suck and are obvious as hell.”

“I could show you after Evan’s appointment-“

“You are not p-putting me anywhere! I just want to get this over with, please? And maybe we can all get ice cream or something?” Evan said, rubbing his arm.

“Alright, fine… We’re here anyways.” Jared mumbles.

Connor parked the car, and the four of you get out. Evan instantly grabbed you hand the moment you stepped next to him.

“Everything will be alright. We’ll be in the waiting room when you get back.” You said, gently squeezing Evan’s hand.

You gently lead Evan into the doctor’s office, looking back at the other two to make sure they were following.

Jared looked entertained, while Connor seemed agitated. Maybe he was just tired.

-

While the three of you sat and waited, you rested your head on Connor’s shoulder.

“If you weren’t so bony, you would be the best arm rest.” You grumbled, poking Connor’s cheek.

He flinched slightly and looked over at you. “Why not lean up against meme boy over there then?”

“Because he’s lame and won’t let me do that?”

Jared looked at you. “Who said I wouldn’t?”

“Would you?”

“Oh hell no.”

It seemed like hours before the three of you could enter the room that Evan was located. By that time, you fell asleep on Connor’s shoulder, and clung to his arm.

Connor looked down at you. Your hair was pushed around, and your mouth was slightly agape. He wasn’t sure if you were drooling on him or not, but your gentle snores were adorable.

Jared looked over at the two of you, and carefully took out his phone, taking a photo. “Wow, you are even more stalker like than L/N.”

Connor only glared at Jared, turning his attention back to you.

A lady opened the waiting room door, and peaked her head in. “You three are here for Mr. Hansen, yes? Everything is done now, you can come in.”

Jared stood up and glanced over at the two. “C’mon losers.”

Connor glanced over at you, and gently moved his shoulder. “Hey, wake up. Hansen is done having his teeth ripped out.”

You groaned slightly, and opened your eyes. “Please tell me Jared isn’t in there.”

Connor doesn’t respond.

You instantly stand up. “Alright, I am up.” You grabbed Connor’s hand, pulled him up, and tugged him towards the door. “Come on, Connor.”

Huffing, Connor stood up and followed you. “Stop pulling on my arm, and maybe I’ll follow you.” He didn’t let go of your hand.

When you walked inside the room where Evan was seated, Jared was near tears.

“H-holy shit… Dude, are you okay?”

Evan slowly looked up at the three of you. The way his eyes were narrowed made it seem like he was concentrating on something. Not only that, but he just kept mumbling something over and over again.

“Evan, dude, you alright?” Connor asks, raising his eyebrow.

“…Hey… I think… I think I died… What… What the hell are you guys?” Evan muttered, and looked quizzically at the three of you.

You just stared at him. “Evan, do want some nuggets?”

Evan looked up at you and smiled. “Hell yeah, Spruce.”

Jared almost pissed himself.

The four of you sat in Connor’s car. However, Jared decided it would be a great idea if he drove (he does not trust Connor’s driving, even if he did drive all of you to the dentist), and Evan sat in the passenger seat. This would then leave you and Connor in the backseat, kicking the other’s seats.

“Hey… Spruce! How… How did I die? Am I part tree? Wh-wh… What if I didn’t die, but you died. Maybe you – or the fluffy dude – are all a fragment of my imagination. Maybe none of us are real.”

Jared glanced over at Evan. “Hansen getting deep. Never do this shit ever again, thanks.”

You just smiled and gently pat Evan’s head. “Then you are a super cool fragment.”

“Super shitty.” Connor mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Evan just continues to smile for a few more minutes. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he gently gasped.

“Spruce! I… I have a secret!

You laughed and tilted your head. “Yeah, what is it?”

“Okay, so you know my friend, Connor?”

At the sound of his named, Connor instantly snapped his attention towards Evan. “What the fuck are you-“

Evan interrupts him. “Shh! Spruce won’t tell! Anyways, I have a friend, Y/N! They are also Connor’s friend, and Jared’s!”

“Oh, I like where this is going. Go on, Evan, please inform Spruce.” Jared urges, a wide grin began to form.

“Evan, shut the fuck up.” Connor said as his eyes began to narrow.

“Spruce, this is top secret okay? Do not tell anyone!” Evan whispered, a sly smile began to form.

You nodded. “I, Spruce, will not tell anyone this ‘secret’”.

By this time, Connor was beginning to suspect what Evan was going to say. You, however, had no idea what Evan was going to say. You were hoping that maybe you would be able to get some dirt on Jared or Connor, and be able to blackmail them later. Hell, you’ll take anything as long as you can blackmail one of them.

Evan slowly leans in closer to where you are, and Connor just watches, hoping that Evan is smart enough to not say shit.

“Look… My friend, Connor, really likes Y/N! But, you can’t tell them! Connor will be an angry bean pole.” Evan laughed at the end of his sentence, and looked over at Connor.

You froze.

Jared laughed.

“Evan. What the fuck.” Connor hissed, nervously glancing between you and Evan.

Evan just smiled. “Spruce won’t tell Y/N!”

“Spruce won’t have to tell Y/N, Evan. You did the deed for them.” Jared said between laughs.

You looked over at Connor, and he didn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he opted to turning nearly his entire body away from you. His hair was pushed in front of his face, and he made damn sure that Evan could see him glaring.

Evan sits there, confused about the situation, but Jared distracted him. Which left you ‘alone’ with Connor.

You couldn’t help yourself, you just began to laugh. You tried to hide it, but it just wanted to fall from your lips. The moment he heard this, Connor tensed up.

He thought you were laughing at him, and how could he possibly think that he has a chance with you?

The moment your laughter died down, you gently brushed some of Connor’s away from his face, causing him to flinch. His entire face was burning, including the tip of his ears. He looked utterly adorable.

What?” He hisses, a bit harsher than he meant to.

You smile falters slightly, but instead of saying anything, you gently press a kiss to his cheek.

“You are super cute, y’know that?” You murmur nonchalantly.

This completely caught Connor off guard. “Wh-what the hell are you talking about.”

“And you’re stuttering? Who are you, and what have you done with Connor Murphy? Is this Connor Murphy going to ask me out or do I have to ask him out?”

At this point, he is just staring at you, a very small smile gently tugging at his lips. Connor gently cups your cheek, hand shaking. He has never done anything like this before. What the hell is he even doing?

You just smiled and tapped Connor’s nose. “We can go hang out at McDonald’s or something tomorrow, yeah?”

Connor nodded slightly, and gently pressed a kiss to your lips. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

“Spruce, why are you kissing Connor?”

anonymous asked:

If you have time (omg I'm sorry but this prompt in my head forever) It's 3am and they are in a community kitchen in college and one is making brownies.

Percy had just wanted to get a glass of water.

When he enters the communal kitchen, blearily rubbing sleep out of his eyes, he realises what had woken him up in the first place. One of his roommates is standing with her back to him at the countertop, cracking eggs into a large mixing bowl. The kitchen looks devastated. Shared by six people, it never looks pristine, but right now a bomb could have gone off for the state it’s in.

“Um,” he says, still disorientated from the light and noise and explosion aftermath.

She turns and swears quietly. “Sorry, I thought I was being quiet.”

She was not, but Percy won’t begrudge her that. Partially because he’s a little bit in love with her (alright, mostly, but that’s not important right now), partially because he knows he’s woken her up at least half a dozen times since they moved into the dorms three months ago.

“S’alright. Just gettin some water.”

Annabeth smiles. “Alright.”

Percy opens the mug cupboard and after several seconds of staring at its contents and coming to terms with the fact that they don’t own any glasses not made of plastic, he grabs a mug with Walt Whitman’s face on it and fills it with water from the faucet. Instead of taking it back to his room with him, he leans back against the sink and watches Annabeth squint at her phone as she holds it three inches from her face.

“You alright there?” he asks.

She doesn’t look away from her phone. “My glasses are somewhere deep within my bag and I have neither the energy or determination to find them.”

“Okay.”

She looks at him. “Do you want to read this recipe for me or keep delivering these brilliant insights?”

He shrugs. “I feel like I could manage both.”

Annabeth hands her phone over with a roll of her eyes. Percy puts down his glass of water and shoves some of the debris aside so that he can sit on the counter top. Then he takes Annabeth’s phone and reads the title of the page.

“You need to google a recipe for brownies?”

“Alright, Martha Stewart. Just tell me what to do to make this delicious.”

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Since basically everything went wrong during this tiny shoot (not really anyones fault. Just… poor planning overall.), I couldn’t get much out of it, but I don’t intend to stop rubbing poor content into these tags, so, after “I’m gonna cry” have some “wtf are we gonna do”

[ forever featuring @sheto as my smol psychic bf ]

based on the wonderful virus au created by @maddox-rider! (her art is truly amazing, and i’m a huge nerd so i was very inspired :)))

ps ignore the proportions lmao 

@dril tweets for the Vampire Chronicles
  • Lestat: I shoudl not be expected to put my knee on the ground to propose to a woman, the same ground where the animals shit,
  • Louis: see this watch? i got it by Crying. my car? Crying. my beautiful wife? Crying. my perfect teeth? Crying. now get the fuck out of my office
  • Armand: interseting. it appears "emotions" were basically just rrage faces that people did in real life, before online existed,
  • Marius: stonehenge actually sucks and i hope someone pushes those rocks the hell over real soon
  • Daniel: im pretty sure the neighbors can hear my keyboard clicking at 4am and thats why they throw chemicals at me
  • Claudia: ive never heard of this "europe" but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me
  • Akasha: Blocked. Blocked. Blocked. You are all blocked. None of you are free of sin
  • Khayman: LOVER UNBUTTONS MY PANTS AND SEES THE ANKH LOOPED AROUND MY COCK. SHE LOOKS UP AT ME, BUT ITS TOO LATE. IM ALREADY HOLLERIN ABOUT THE ANUBIS
  • Gabrielle: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
  • Nicki: priest plugs my coffin in at the end of the funeral. "MILLERTIME" lights up in neon on the side, desecrating my corpse and sending me to hell
  • David: im seated down, and Ready to get pissed off.........
  • Antoine: i just looked up the stats and the number of meaningful relationships ive formed is less than the number of public restrooms ive Screamed in
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Anonymous requested: 🌊nessian smut but like in public at some dinner party w inner circle lol 

this turned out to be kind of long lmao. also sorry it took me the ENTIRE DAY

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At this moment, Nesta was glad for the slit in her gown. She rarely showed as much skin as she was this night, but if it got Cassian to touch her as much as he was…it might just be worth it.

Currently, his hand was trailing its way up the sensitive skin of her thigh underneath the tablecloth Mor had so lovingly arranged for dinner. As soon as someone would direct a question his way, his fingers would pause, and it took everything within Nesta not to squirm. She would make him pay for this later.

Slowly, ever so slowly so as not to disturb the table, she uncrossed her legs, opening up for him. She almost didn’t catch his smile, a quick one like he knew something she didn’t. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his hand up her inner thigh. His fingers began tracing small circles and her breath hitched. As soon as he heard that, he dragged his ring finger toward her apex. And try as she might, she couldn’t help her slight shift as his finger reached its destination. He began pressing light circles down over her now damp underwear and she sighed slightly.

“Nesta?” Feyre’s voice jerked Nesta out of her daze. Cassian pulled his finger away and went back to warming her thigh with his hand.

“Sorry, I must’ve spaced out for a moment. What did you say?” Nesta replied, then caught Feyre shooting Elain a look. A giggle erupted from the middle sister and Nesta glared at her. “What, Feyre?”

“I just asked if you had finished that book I saw you with earlier. What was it called again? ‘The Winged Brute and the Maiden?’” 

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anonymous asked:

Can I request Axel and Roxas hanging out from Kingdom Hearts? It's okay if you don't want to or don't know the fandom!

♥ red light travels the farthest ♥

of course! what a cute request! i love these guys and have been drawing them since i was 15ish?? here you go, anon, sorry it took so long!

edit: fixed axel’s face a bit?? still don’t like it but HEY HO moving on

Devil’s Night

Originally posted by homicidal---queen

Pairing: James Patrick March x Reader 

Summary: Reader attends her first Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez with James. James loves the reader in more ways than one. He could never even think of killing her. And so god help anyone that laid a hand on her in a disrespectful way. They never really discussed their status, but they both knew where they stood with their feelings, and that was enough for them to go off of. When the reader gets overwhelmed by her first Devil’s Night, James takes the time away from his guests to comfort her and make sure she is alright. 

Warnings: language (i think. not too sure how much), obviously some creepy murderer stuff. its AHS for crying out loud, mentions of blood, mentions of anxiety. 


It was Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez. I didn’t know much about it except that James hosts a dinner the same night every year. 

I know who James is, and I know he’s a ghost. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise to me that his guest were ghosts of past murderers. However, it did. 

James had been taking care of me for quite some time now. And by that I mean he makes sure I have what I need. I never really understood why, or how for that matter, considering he was a ghost. I always just pushed that thought back. I always had a hard time trying to get things to work in my favor. Now that I have James, things are so much easier, and I couldn’t be more thankful. 

James, for some reason, was completely infatuated with me. He was overprotective, caring, loving. It’s hard to believe that all those emotions can come from the world’s greatest serial killer that ever lived. But it was true. He never wanted any harm to come to me. I was the only living thing he never allowed himself to kill. And he’d kill anyone who laid a finger on me. 

I guess I liked James too. And not because I thought I should. He was very handsome, needless to say. And he treats me like a queen, which is more than any other guy has ever done. And I’ll admit that we have indulged in certain… activities. The sex was fantastic, even for a ghost. My only wish is that we’d be able to leave the hotel; be a normal couple. But James wasn’t normal. And I guess now, neither was I. Despite him being a ghost, I was very content with the way things were.  

However, Devil’s Night turned out to be a different story. It unsettled me. I should have figured all of James’s guests would be ghosts, but I was still shocked when I entered the room. 

I walked into James’s hotel room as I was told. I was wearing a long, navy blue gown that had a sweetheart neckline and showed off my cleavage. I saw a woman first. Aileen Wuarnos, to be exact. She was dancing with a man that looked like Richard Ramirez. There was a man with glasses, sitting awkwardly at the table next to man dressed like the zodiac killer. I quickly recognized the man in glasses as Jeffery Dahmer. Walking out of the bathroom I recognized John Wayne Gacy, and over by the window was detective John Lowe. I had met him last year, and was devastated when I learned he had died. 

It came as a shock to me to realize these were the ghosts of the world’s greatest serial killers. It overwhelmed me a bit. I knew James wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but the idea of being in a room full of mass murderers is what unsettled me. So I walked over to John Lowe, because he was the only one I knew, and the only one I trusted. 

“(y/n)!” He said when he noticed me. “James mentioned you would be coming!” He hugged me awkwardly as he spoke. 

“Yeah,” I breathed out nervously. “I wasn’t sure what this was when he told me, but I thought I’d give it a go. And now that I am here, I am genuinely shocked.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, this room is filled with serial killers. I mean, I should have guessed that knowing James, but actually seeing them all together is one room…” 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “James is very fond of you. He’s told everyone what would happen if they tried to pull anything. I can’t guarantee that they will actually listen. They aren’t ones to follow the rules, obviously. But you’re safe with me until he gets here.” 

“Thanks, John,” I smiled. 

“Well, who is this pretty lady,” Richard said, approaching me and John. 

“That’s March’s new lady friend,” Aileen said. “Not anything I expected. You’re nothing special. I wonder why he’s so smitten with you.” 

“Believe me. I’ve been asking myself that for a long ass time,” I said back, trying to sound light so she wouldn’t kill me. 

“Look at you. You think your a little smart ass, dontchya?” John Wayne Gacy said. 

“What? No… I just…” 

Everyone started to crowd around me and I felt John push me behind him protectively. “Back off. Do you remember what the consequences are if you touch her?” 

“Oh, c’mon! We’re just trying to introduce ourselves,” Aileen said. 

“Enough!” James’s voice boomed across the room. “Seem’s like Mr. Lowe is the only one who took what I said into consideration. Thank you, John, but I can take over from here.” 

And just like that, I found myself breaking free of the mob and fleeing to James, who welcomed me with open arms. I think I took him a bit by surprise when I embraced him in a total bear hug, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. I felt him let out a sigh of contentment as he requited my actions. He kissed my temple and asked, “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I responded as I pulled away. I looked up at his face. His brown eyes looked down upon me with love and concern. I gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Good,” he responded and kissed me lips chastely. “This is (y/n),” he said, turning me around, but keeping one arm around my shoulders. “She is my guest of honor and she is to be given the same respect as you would give me. She is also mine. If I see any one of you try to do anything to her… well, I’ve already explained what would happen.” 

James lead me to my seat. I was sat between him and John Lowe, probably because I’d be safest between the two. Ms. Evers began to serve us our meal. James kept his left hand on my knee. I found it comforting considering the circumstances. James made a toast and everyone began to eat. Jeffery complained about the meal, and I was pretty sure why. The voices around me eventually turned into noises underwater, so I was a bit confused when I saw Ms. Evers present Jeffery with a man. Then it clicked. I knew what was going happen, and I knew that Jeffery would play with his food for a good hour before he did anything, but I really didn’t feel like witnessing a murder so I just nonchalantly pulled my phone out from my clutch and started to scroll my instagram. 

James noticed my distraction and he gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. I knew he wanted me to socialize. But how? They all literally tried to corner me a half hour ago. But I did as James wished and put my phone away. I lasted maybe forty five minutes after that. I began to feel sick to my stomach. Watching Jeffery turn this man into a lobotomized vegetable made me uneasy. I assumed James thought I was ignoring it, but how could I? I felt my breathing hitch. No, not now. Now is not a time for a god damn anxiety attack. I tried to be smooth about taking deeper breaths, but James finally noticed something was off. 

“Is everything alright, darling,” he asked as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Yeah, the wine is just a little strong,” I lied. 

“You were very engrossed in your cellular device earlier,” he mentioned. 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. It’s just that my favorite band is on tour and I’m waiting for them to announce the dates for North America. I’ve seen them on every tour they’ve had so, as a dedicated fangirl, I’m super excited about going again.” God damn, that was terrible. 

“Would you like me to pretend that I understood everything you just said,” he said in a light tone, a small smirk on his face. 

I chuckled. “Sure, and I can explain it later.” 

James smiled and kissed my head. I tried to finish my salad. Jeffery was now finding an easy way to harvest the man while he was still alive, and everyone was conversing with each other like it was normal. I felt eyes on me constantly. Eventually I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to be sick. 

“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I need to use the little girl’s room.” With that, I made my way to the en suite bathroom. I was thankful it was an en suite, that way nobody could see me come in or out. I sat on the floor, the skirt of my dress draping over my legs, and just hovered over the toilet. But nothing happened. Just as it always does. My anxiety racks up enough to the point where I feel sick, but as soon as I am fully prepared for the contents of my stomach to resurface, its gone. 

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the moment that I forget all the coping mechanisms I’ve learned over the years. Once I realized what was happening, I just sat with my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. About ten minutes later, James walks in and finds me on the floor. 

“Sweetheart…” he said, kneeling down next to me. 

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice quiet. I stared in front of me at the bathroom sink. The bathroom was dimly lit from the light of the bedroom. I could just make out the shadows on James’s face when he turned my head to look at him. 

“What’s wrong? Was it the food?” 

“No, no. The food was great. I just… I had a decent idea of what I would be walking into tonight, but seeing all of them together in one room was a bit overwhelming. And Jeffery… its bad enough he’s a cannibalistic serial killer… but he’s legitimately playing with his food. That’s just fucking weird.” 

James sighed. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. I should have talked to you about it before just inviting you-” 

“No, don’t be. Honestly, it’s fine. It’s just my anxiety psyching me out. I know you wouldn’t let them hurt me.” I said the last word and then let my head fall back and rest on the wall. 

“You look exhausted. I guess anxiety and serial killers don’t mix very well. I will keep that in mind for next year,” he said. I gave him a small smile. “Well, the night is almost over so why don’t you get into something more comfortable and get into bed. Mr. Lowe will be here a bit after everyone leaves, but as soon as he and I are finished, I will be into bed with you.” 

I nodded. “John I can handle. He’s the only one I trust out of all those wackadoodles.” 

“You do realize that I am, essentially, one of those ‘wackadoodles’?” 

I smiled and said, “Yes, but you are my favorite wackadoodle.” 

James couldn’t help but smile. “This is one of the many reasons I love you.” I smiled back. “Alright, dear. Go on and get ready for bed,” he said after helping me up. “And I will see you in a few minutes.” 

I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before getting back to his guests. 

About twenty minutes later, James came back into the room. He had already undressed and was wearing a plain white shirt and boxers. I was scrolling on my phone when he crawled into bed with me. He laid next me and watched as I stared at my phone. I locked it, and looked over it at him. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish the night,” he said. 

“Did you enjoy yourself though?” 

“I did. Especially when you were by my side.” 

“Well, if you had a good time, then that is all that matters. It was your night.” 

James smiled at me. My phone lit up and it was the notification I had been waiting for. 

“Fucking finally,” I murmured to myself. 

“You have had a mouth on you tonight, dear,” James mentioned, a bit of disappointment in his voice. He never liked it when I swore. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just excited.” 

“Is that the announcement you were waiting for?” 

“Yes it is.” 

“Explain to me what a ‘tour’ and a ‘fangirl’ are.” 

“So, a tour is when an band or artist or comedian travels to different cities and does a performance at different venues. It’s like another term for travel but mostly for the music industry. A fangirl is a person, usually female, that freaks out and screams and squeals about their favorite celebrity or band. I am, essentially a fangirl, just on a lesser scale ‘cause I really only scream and squeal at concerts.” 

“And you have been to every tour of this band you want to go see?” 

“Yup. I know every word to every song they’ve ever released. Even ones that weren’t released in the United States,” I said with a small laugh. 

“Wow. That really is dedication.” James sighed. “I wish I could go with you.” 

“Awe, I know, baby. I’m sure there will be a live stream of it though. That’s when someone records the the show on camera and broadcasts it live through the internet. I’m sure Liz wouldn’t mind showing you how to set it up so you could watch it while I’m there.” 

“That would be an interesting experience.” James looked at me fondly. “You seem better than earlier. Did the anxiety subside?” 

“A little bit. It’s still lingering ‘cause I’m talking your ear off, but ya know.” I said and shrugged my shoulders. 

James pulled me into his body and said, “You could never talk my ear off, sweetheart. I’d listen to you all day long if I could.” 

I nuzzled close to him, feeling comforted by his embrace. “I love you, James.” 

“I love you, too, (y/n).” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re still trembling a little bit. Try your best to relax and fall asleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

I hummed a response and took in a deep breath, his scent filling my nose. I sank into his hold and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

What If

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Thing just haven’t been the same since you left. And it’s tiring. Bucky knows how disastrous it could be but seeing you tonight at another one of Tony’s parties, he wants nothing more than to have you back in his arms. 

Prompt: Based on the song Ugh by The 1975 for Bella’s Writing Challenge because I love the song and stupidly asked for the prompt before thinking it through. You know… since the song is about cocaine. Yo @whothehellisbella this is rough. Also there’s a dumb overused metaphor in there but I can’t rework it because I’m a muppet.

A/N: Look, I’m sorry but I haven’t proof read this. It’s 1am and this fic kicked my ass. It’s angsty, I guess?

Warnings: Language. And drinking? I mean, it’s Tony’s party.

Words: 2249

Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx

If anyone lived up to their public persona to its fullest extent, it was Tony. Bucky wasn’t the least bit surprised when walking out of the elevators to be greeted by bright lights, noisy people and a giant ass bar. The music he could hear from the other floor.

There was one redeeming factor, however. Tony’s parties always meant there was more than enough booze to go around and lord knows that’s the only thing that would get Bucky through the night. He strides over to the bar, not bothering to look around for any familiar faces.

Steve had dragged him along, saying something along the lines of “You’re part of the team. Plus, it’ll do you some good to get out of your room once in a while”. Jerk.

A young man walks over behind the bar, dressed in what was very clearly ‘business casual’ dress code, a shirt and dress pants paired with a skinny tie. “What ever happened to dingy bars and ragged bartenders?”

Before the guy could reply, however, Bucky hears Steve reply from behind him. “This is Tony we’re talking about. I’m not sure he’s ever been in a ‘dingy bar’ to be honest”.

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rawring-rainbows  asked:

How about Guzma hatching a poke-egg?

Someone make me brownies for my birthday pls.

Guzma had been walking and cuddling with the damn thing nearly every waking moment, and it still had not managed to hatch. The gestation period of a Caterpie wasn’t even this long, but for some reason or other this one was a tough egg to crack (in both a literal and metaphorical sense). He had to hatch the damn thing in time for your birthday, what good would it be if he couldn’t give you anything?

“Come on lil’ guy…” he’d murmur against the soft shell every single night rubbing it vigorously with a warm blanket. “Let tonight be the night. Be a damn Caterpie by the time I wake up…”

Every morning leading up to the big event which would take place in your apartment was a disappointment. You didn’t want anything really. All you intended for the night was to eat candled brownies with walnuts and a glass of milk each, let your birthday ride out into the next day. But dammit, the very least he could do was to get you something special and easy to take care of if he couldn’t afford any sort of a real present.

He went through a similar routine every day: waking up to disappointment when the blankets still contained a whole egg and not fragments of eggshell with a Pokémon. Cleaning the shell off with a soft blanket and then tucking it into his shirt to keep it warm. Then a 10 km walk with the egg.

While this regiment produced nothing more than a few sounds and a quickening now and again, Guzma began to think that he would never be able to get something for your birthday. When the day finally came and Caterpie still had not managed to hatch, he walked sadly with the egg in his shirt, taking his time knocking on the door and hardly returning the kisses you planted on his lips upon seeing him.

“Happy Birthday…” he murmured, sinking into the couch.

“Thank you!” you chirped, unaware of his sadness and instead interpreting it as overheating in his sweats. “Come have some brownies, they’re still warm and I saved you the corners!”

Such an adult birthday this was. Here you were legally old enough to drink, yet two grown adults were spending this day drinking milk with brownies (and let’s not forget your gourmet dinner of mac and cheese with soda pop. Such an adult feast.). Despite the corner brownies, Guzma still stared longingly at the egg you’d placed on a pillow.

“It’s ok Guzma.” You murmured, rubbing his back gently and kissing the back of his neck. “I love my birthday present even if it’s not hatched.”

“I don’t get it…” he mumbled. “I keep feelin’ it to see if it’s a dud, but you can feel the lil’ guy movin’ around in there when you touch it.”

“Maybe he’s just shy?” you offer, prodding the soft shell.

“I unno… I’ve tried raising them afore and none of them been as stubborn as this one… I’m sorry…”

You shook your head, smiling and taking out a lighter so you could light a candle on a solitary brownie. It looked so forlorn there among the left over bits in the pan, most of it had been guzzled by Guzma trying to contain his sadness. Might not have been the huge creation you had first set out on the coffee table, but it would serve its purpose as a makeshift slice of cake.

“No worries love. I’ll still keep the egg here with me. Now come on. It’s time to embarrass the hell out of me and sing.”

While ordinarily you wouldn’t have wanted it, you knew Guzma had been itching to sing as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. Perhaps it would cheer him up a bit once he saw the candle prepared to go. He did perk up a bit, and once he began singing he seemed to be over the egg thing.

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday dear baby.

Happy birthday to-

A neat line of string shot simultaneously extinguished the candle flame and hit you square in the chest. Little cooing noises emitted from under the coffee table, and from between your feet two large black eyes stared up in wonder.

“The hell?!” Guzma exclaimed, “Did he just seriously hatch so he could string shot you in the boob??”

Soft squeaking noises responded to Guzma’s inquiry. Your new baby Caterpie had rendered you speechless, and while you remained sitting there just staring at him he moved up to the plate where he proceeded to eat your birthday brownie.

“Shot me in the boob and took my brownie, that little bastard!” you roared.

anonymous asked:

hey dude i don't expect an answer soon i know ur busy so don't worry friend,, but if u could, write a lil evan x reader fic where the reader comforts him after he has a big big big panic attack,, and he needs all the cuddles,, it's totally ok if u don't wanna do this :) thanks in advance

Title: Help Me

Words: 1,714

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long but here it is! Hope you enjoy xxx If you spot any errors, let me know!

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