this man makes it impossible!

keyed.

Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

3.8k words

members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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Paul Scholes passing skills appreciation post

okay so I’m going to have to learn how to buy this gorgeous looking miniseries off itunes but why did they region lock the official youtube who makes these decisions they make me anGRY

Scoundress Saturday #3: Don’t Forget to Pack Clean Underwear

So–I started writing a bit about the Harrison shaving picture, and it kind of, uh, exploded. So here you go:

They’d all been getting along so well, laughing and joking and having fun all the way to the system. Part of it, Han reflected, was that they had all been so kriffing relieved to get away from Hoth. That cold permeated their bones, made even the most easy-going person (read: Luke) grumpy, made it simply hard to function at all.

It was just the four of them: Han, Chewie, Luke, and Leia, headed to meet some contact of Leia’s who had information on Imperial weapons facilities. It was the local fête week on planet, and it had been suggested that the best place for the transfer would be during the Fête Ball, when the royal family and commoners (the rich and snooty, Han had realized, but still commoners) were more likely to interact with one another. Chewie was co-pilot and security detail, if that came up; Leia, posing as a rich commoner there for the ball, was the main contact, with Han and Luke acting as her betrothed and her brother, respectively.

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Prompt: “I no longer want to hide us.” & “I just wanna be yours.” & “Are you mine?”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

By Anonymous & @socktrollqueen

PS: That’s the third part of my drabble set called “Glowing”. The first part could be found HERE, the second - HERE.


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I do The 100, Gotham and Fantastic Beasts.


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Peter?

Request: Hi!! You can leave this ask if you want to, but I saw your description and wanted to leave a request: Spidey is walking down the street and he saves this girl so he follows her around like her guardian angel with lots of fluff at the end, please???

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: None! Unless you count fluff. Then, fluff!!!!!

Notes: This took forever school makes me so busy I’m so sorry! also this is told from Peter’s POV :-)


I walked around the corner of Fifth Avenue for the third time that night. I was just about to round back to the escape latter of my apartment building, this day really kicked my ass. I stopped three robberies just this morning, was late to Science and English which resulted in me getting detention, and still had to stop a shooter downtown at a bakery. To say I was excited to get back into my bed for the night was an absolute understatement.

I was on the second floor when my Spidey senses went off the chart. I pivoted left and right in search of anything close to me that was happening. I didn’t see anything within distance, so I lifted my arm and flung my web to the streetlight on the right of me and carried myself to the top, continuing until I was on the rooftop of the apartment building.

“Where the hell-?”

“Help, please someone help-!”

The scream abruptly stopped, my anxiety grew more as my eyes darted everywhere. I silently cursed myself for being preoccupied with my thoughts instead of actually looking. I took a deep breath before concentrating on my senses. It took a couple of seconds but I was able to pick up on the heavy breathing and the hushed voices – the most prominent voice was deeper, most likely a man in his late thirties.

I jumped onto three different building tops before settling on one below where a man had a girl pinned against a brick wall. She looked small from here, maybe a couple years younger than me. I almost missed the guy lifting the back of his hand in attempt to slap her, but before he can my web is already springing toward him and gripping his arm. I pull my arm, bringing him with me. Jumping from the roof down to the ground I bring both of my wrists up, pinning him against a garbage bin before turning toward the younger girl. While seeing her I see she is definitely my age.

“Spider-Man?”

Her eyes were wide, making them impossibly more beautiful. Just looking at her brings a heat to my cheeks, but before I could look incredibly stupid in front of her I bow my head and mumble a small, “At your service.”

I cringe inwardly at the response I give her, but her small laugh encourages me to grab her hand and pull her toward me. “Where to, Miss?”

“Don’t you have to take care of him first?”

I turn my head back to the man knocked unconscious trapped in my web and laugh lightly. “He’s not going anywhere. I’ll call it in when I get home.” She nodded, looking down and noticing how close we were. Her cheeks flare a little, almost making me melt at the sight of her innocence. “Speaking of home,” at this she looks back up at me, a small smile on her face, “where would I find yours?” She laughed again, tilting her head to the left, the brick wall she was just pinned against a couple of minutes ago.

“Actually, this building is mine. I was almost home free, but, you know… bad luck and all that.” She looked down in embarrassment, the color growing much brighter on her face.

“Hey,” I dropped my voice to a whisper, my hand coming up to her chin, lifting it back toward me, “I know about bad luck. Everyone has bad days. As long as you’re okay.”

“Of course I am!” Her voice came out louder than intended, I’m sure, but her smile returned, almost twice as big as the one she had given me before. “I had my guardian angel, Spidey, with me.” Her right eye dropped to a wink, making me thank whoever was above us for me wearing a mask right now. “Well,” she leaned up to kiss my masked cheek, backing away from my embrace and walking toward the front door of her apartment building, “Thank again, Spider-Man.”

She was already all the way inside the building, too far for her to hear me, when I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, “Anytime, Angel.”


It’s been three weeks since I saved (Y/N). I hadn’t spoken to her since that night but I had seen her name on a piece of mail she had dropped on her way in. A Heavenly sound from a heavenly human. I had been watching her every night on her way home from work to make sure she would get home safe. I tried to convince myself that I was following her to make sure she was safe for the sake of being the superhero I am, but I knew my sorry ass only followed her because I enjoyed listening to her sing her top three favorite songs on her way home, I liked watching her sit on her favorite park bench as she interacted with the countless dogs that came up to her. I loved knowing the kind of books she’d read in the café after work while she ordered the same hot drink with a hint of vanilla.

As I watched her round her corner and was just about to open her door, my feet hit the floor and I cleared my throat, causing her to turn and face me.

“S-Spider-Man?” She looked around us, noticing we were alone. I caught the small smile on her face as she walked closer to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you again.”

“Really?” Her smile grew and so did the color in her face, her gaze leaving mine and focusing on the floor instead.

“Yeah, I, uh, I’ve been watching over you, kind of, for the past three weeks. Crap! I mean, I just was making sure you got home safe. You walk alone at night and there’s crazy people, you know? I mean, God, I sound crazy.” I back away slightly, my face burning with embarrassment and my head shaking. Spider-Man was supposed to be confident, yet somehow around her my Peter was more prominent than ever.

Her laugh caused me to look back up at her. “You’re cute. Thank you for watching over me.”

It was quiet for awhile, us just smiling at each other.

“Well, I should get inside now.”

I panicked slightly before my eyes fell onto the book she was holding and before I could stop myself I found myself asked, “Can I borrow your book?”

“My what?” She turned back around, her eyes as wide as mine.

“Um, I was just wondering. I’ve been wanting to read it and I, uh, was just asking. I’m sorry, never mind.”

“Wait,” her hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to force my arm back to my side and turn toward her again. “Here, but this means I need to see you again. I want my book back.”

Her smile caused me to smile at her again.

“How about we meet at your café? Friday?”

“Are you asking me out, Spidey?”

“Well, I, uh… yes?”

“It’s a date.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek again, handing me the book in the process and then walking into her building after giving me another smile.


I walked into the café on Friday at 7, the time (Y/N) usually was here. I was nervous to go up to her without my Spider-Man suit on, but I wanted her to like Peter, not the mask. After grabbing my order off the counter, I walked up to her table. “(Y/N)?”

She looked up, her eyebrows pulled in as she looked at me in confusion. “Yes?”

“I brought your book back. It was a good read.” I smiled at her, her gaze falling on the book for just a second before standing from her seat and looking at me, her sudden burst causing both of our eyes to widen. She looked around at the other people in the shop before leaning into me. “Spidey?”

I laughed a little before taking a seat across from hers. “Call me Peter.”

She looked awestruck for a moment, just looking at me. Her eyes came up to my face, her soft hands gently caressing me. My cheeks burned a little more, thinking this might have been a mistake. I almost got up before she sat back in her seat, a wide smile on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered, “I like that. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Lance Bayard

I’m making Lances bayard and man is it impossible to find good reference or anyone else who’s made one! Since I had a hell of a time, I decided to make a tutorial and upload my patterns and Rough vectored draft. It is vectored to be about 25″ long and 11″ tall. I am 5′ 4″ and it works for me so keep this in mind!

Here is the rough draft for so you have an idea of what you are looking at!

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2zaud1y8ePCbWI1My03b1o2ZEE/view?usp=sharing 

Solitude’s End

Pairing: Tobirama / Tenzou

Rating: General Audiences

I know it’s KakaYama Week, but I was unable to get this idea out of my head, and have been fiddling with it in small amounts for the past couple of weeks. This is for you guys, as you started me down this path - @raendown @cassandrasdreamworld

This is just a tiny bit of fluff set in an AU in which the revived Hokages were able to live again, if they wished to, after the Fourth Shinobi War. Might add on to it, let me know what you think.




It starts softly, as these things sometimes do, like a breeze that settles as gently as a whisper along heated skin, bringing comfort, and bringing balance.

The first time Tobirama sees him, Tenzou is in the village square planting hydrangea bushes with steady hands, coaxing the plants to take root, little by little. The mokuton user is a mystery to him and a curiosity. None but his brother have ever shown such promise with the power, and even if it is by virtue of a mad genius’s experiments, there is something about the young man that makes it impossible to look away from him. There is a sense of quiet devotion in the captain’s aura, as though every plant he touches is precious beyond compare, and safe within his care. His chakra shines so brightly, like a captive star in Tobirama’s head, a magnetic force that draws him in, until the comely young man senses him there and looks up from his work with a kind smile.

“Is there something I can assist you with, Nidaime-sama?” he asks, in a voice so calm and rich, that Tobirama swears he can feel its weight on the air around him.

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Extraordinary

Gif’s not mine!

Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold x reader
Genres: awkwardness, fluff
Words: 1.394
Summary: When reader shows up in Storybrook, she draws Gold’s attention. Mistaking it as a sign of interest, she makes a bold move and kisses him - requested by @inmateintheasylum

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I think the most evil thing with rib tickling...is when people count them as they do it.

Listen though…there are twelve ribs on each side of the body making 24 RIBS MAN. Not only is it ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE to endure 24 individual ribs being tickled as they’re counted…

BUT the entire aspect of knowing you have to reach 24 ribs before you’re a free bird is THE WORST. There’s nothing you can do but wait the ENTIRE thing out.

And the even worse thing people do when they count tickle ribs is when they say something like:

“Ugh. You’re squirming and laughing too much, now I’ve lost count! Now you’re making me start all over again.”

While they smirk because they know oh so well just what they’re doing.