this shit took forever to get here


Hi :3 Could you do a peter x reader where they’re friends (with a crush on each other) and during a mission they have to hide in a very small place (like a closet) and they get embarrassed because of ehm “reactions”? Thank you, love you!

Requested By: @sygin

Editor: @fetus-twink-howell

Warning(s): Swearing, Sexual references

A/N: Sorry this took so long!

  You’d known from the start that this wouldn’t end well. You’d told them it wouldn’t end well, but did anyone listen to you? No. And now here you were, being dragged along by Peter, because of course the whole thing went to shit. Oh, how you would love to say ‘I told you so,’ but you were a little busy trying to get away from the people chasing you.

  The smooth metal walls of the base seemed to stretch on forever as the two of you ran, and your footsteps seemed to echo so loudly that you were fairly certain someone miles away could hear them. You knew the two of you had to get out - these people were ruthless, killing without hesitation - but the two of you were in the heart of their base, and you were worried that there might not be a way out.

  Peter rounded another sharp corner, his grip on your hand tightening as he sped up, his eyes searching for somewhere, anywhere to hide. You were almost to the end of the hallway when Peter skidded to a stop, causing you to slam into his back, sending you reeling.

“What the fuck, Peter, we need to-” He cut you off with a glance, darting to your right and ripping open a door you hadn’t noticed, possibly because it was so well camouflaged with the walls. He pulled you into the closet, barely giving you time to brace yourself before you were jammed awkwardly against the walls, Peter pressed close to you. You held your breath, trying to calm your heart rate.

“So… do you like jazz music?”

“Peter, what the hell?” You whispered, eyes adjusting just enough to see the outline of his face. He shrugged - as well as one could shrug when pressed against someone else in a small closet - and grinned. You could see the white of his teeth even in the darkness, and vaguely wondered how they were still that white despite all the junk food Peter ate.

  Suddenly, something became blaring obvious to you. You were standing pressed against the wall in a small closet. Flushed against Peter. Your crush. You were glad for the near-pitch darkness; you knew from the heat rising up to your face that you were blushing deeply. You squirm slightly, the close confines jumbled with your feelings for Peter making you uncomfortable.

“What can I say, live by the memes, get stuck in a cramped closet by the memes.” You snorted, and by the way you heard Peter shift, you could imagine he looked affronted. “You dare question my loyalty to memes?” You hold back a laugh, shaking your head as best you can.

“Pete, that meme is ancient.”

“The older, the danker.”

“I swear, Peter…”

What? What did I do?”

“What didn’t you do, idiot.”

“Well you, for starters.” He was grinning smugly. You knew he was grinning smugly. You didn’t need to see to know that.

PETER!” Suddenly you felt his hand press against your mouth, and you felt him lean forward to keep your mouth closed from the pressure.

“Y/N, you’re loud as fuck and I’d very much like to live.” You grumbled in response, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance. You couldn’t have been that loud. Besides, it was his fault. Mostly. You took a deep breath, reaching to move Peter’s hand away from your mouth.

“I’ll be as loud as I damn well please,” you said, but you kept your voice low nonetheless. Your eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, and you could make out Peter’s features fairly well. Which also meant you could see, as well as feel, how close the two of you were. Damn feelings. You knew this was not the time to be wondering if his dark eyes were fixated on your face, or what it would feel like to be wrapped in his arms, but your close proximity had caused your mind to wander, despite the circumstances.

  As if the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing, the base began to shake abruptly, the thundering BOOM of an explosion rocking the ground and causing the two of you to fall onto one another. The next thing you knew, you were both positioned awkwardly, your legs straddling each other as you tried to catch yourselves. You gripped his shirt to steady yourself as yet another tremor shook the base, knowing that if you fell you’d likely be stuck in that position until the two of you were able to make your escape.

  When the tremors finally stopped, neither of you moved, too afraid to disentangle yourselves. You weren’t sure that, even had you wanted to move, you would have been able to. Your fingers were locked into place, tangled in Peter’s shirt.

“Y/N,” his voice is quiet, almost trembling.

“Hm?” You trained your eyes on his face, trying to read his expression in the darkness.

“You might want to… back away.” You glanced around, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Peter, how the fuck am I supposed to back away in this cramped closet?” He looked at you almost pleadingly, and something in your brain clicks. Oh. Heat rushes into your face, embarrassment flooding through you. You were positive that if you could truly see Peter, he would be flushed too.

  The rush of embarrassment did not, however, stop you from giving up what you considered a prime opportunity to tease Peter. So, instead of backing away, you leaned into him.

“Something wrong, Pete?” Your voice was sickeningly innocent.

“Pffft no! Of course nothing’s wrong! Why would something be wrong?” You could swear his voice raised an octave, and resisted the urge to giggle. “Is it hot in here? It’s hot right? Because this is a small closet? Right?!” You shake your head slightly, wrapping your arms around Pete’s neck.

“No, it’s pretty cold in here, actually. I wish I could warm up,” you purred, eyes fixated on Peter’s face. He was looking anywhere but at you.

“Y/N, shut up. You know what you’re doing, and it’s not fair.”

Of course I know what I’m doing. I’m hugging my best friend.”

Y/N, for fUCKS SA-” He doesn’t finish, you don’t give him a chance to. You press your lips to his, tangling your fingers in his hair. His hands find your lower back, pressing you closer to him. You were a tangle of limbs and unchecked lust; your bodies pressed so closely together that the small confines of the closet seemed large. Hands roamed and lips parted, neither of you giving another thought to your original reason for being in the closet.

Then, the door opened, but the two of you were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t notice that Scott was standing in the small doorway of the closet, arms crossed.

“You know,” his voice rang loud and clear, startling the two of you and causing you to spring apart. This, of course, only resulted on the two of you falling all over each other within the close confines. “It doesn’t look like you two need much of a rescue so much as a chaperone.” You glance at Peter, both of your faces red in embarrassment. Scott rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Come on you two. And Peter, you might want to…”

“Five more minutes and it wouldn’t have been a problem anymore,” Peter mutters, smirking at you.

Peter Maximoff!

Good god, this took forever to do.

I’m only here since december and already hit 300 followers, currently getting closer to the 350′s and I’m just,,, so grateful??? For each and every single one of you??? I love y’all so much. <33

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Switched luggage at the airport : brohm
  • (Bryce calls Ohm on skype through his computer)
  • Bryce: ohm? you there?
  • Ohm: yeah im here! sorry it took me so long, the wifi here is really fuckin' slow. *moves phone around trying to get a good angle of his face*
  • Bryce: I'm guessing your still at the airport due to all the noise *giggle*
  • Ohm: *soft laugh* yeah, the waiting queue is taking forever god damn it.
  • Bryce: thats sad.
  • Ohm: i know right!
  • Bryce: so I guess that means you have your luggage still on you then? *gives him a questioning side glare*
  • Ohm: well yeah, i have to pull this heavy piece of shit with me everywhere. *tilts phone so Bryce can see the suitcase at his side*
  • Bryce: Great! now about that luggage.. *sheepish grin*
  • Ohm: Bryce? what did you do? *scolds him while talking to him like a child*
  • Bryce: i might have done a bad and switched our luggage. *talks softly*
  • Ohm: Bryce! *facepalms* you didn't go through it did you?
  • Bryce: ahhh I may have just a little bit. *squints eyes*
  • Ohm: fucking hell Bryce. Then who's do i have?
  • Bryce: Well I'm hoping mine, otherwise someone gets to take my Micky mouse ears home and gift them to their grandchildren.
  • Ohm: well we don't want that now do we Brycey?
  • Bryce: *crosses his arms across his chest* absolutely not!
  • Ohm: *laughs at Bryce's child like antics* alright let have a look, just hang on a sec. *puts the phone down on the floor as he opens the suitcase*
  • Bryce: I can't really go anywhere so yeah, i guess I'll hang for a sec. *comments smart assly*
  • Ohm: *picks phone back up* you're in luck my friend. *turns camera toward Bryce's open suitcase to show his mickey mouse ears sitting on top*
  • Bryce: phew *wipes imaginary sweat off his forehead* i guess that's that fixed. *giggles cutely*
  • Ohm: that's great and all Bryce but, what the fuck am i going to do now?! my flight is about to lift off, the line to even get your tickets up is taking 3 years, I just found out I have the wrong luggage and need to find a way to get to your house, come back to the airport, line up in the queue for another 5 hours and get on a plane that is already half way across the sea?! *he lists complaining*
  • Bryce: ohm. *looks into the camera reassuringly*
  • Ohm: what? *looks back panicked and way less calm then before*
  • Bryce: you need to calm your tits and think for a minute. there's no way you'll be able to come to my house and back in time for your flight *he began listing off his fingers* even if i decided to bring your luggage to you there still won't be enough time and the only other option is you take my luggage with you and the next time we meet up we give each others stuff back.
  • Ohm: but who knows how long that might be?!
  • Bryce: *shruggs* sorry bud not much i can do about that.
  • Ohm: there's gotta be another option? *he says as he finally takes a step forward in the line*
  • Bryce: well... *scratchs under his chin*
  • Ohm: What?... well what?! *he says in anticipation*
  • Bryce: i guess you could hang at my house for a little longer.
  • Ohm: YES! *says so loud the family lined up in front of him turned around startled*
  • Ohm: i-i mean, yes please.
  • Bryce: *laughs sweetly at ohm's excitement* well then, it'll probably be best if you get out the line dont you think? *smiles wildly*
  • Ohm: oh yeah i guess your right. excuse me miss, pardon me. *Bryce watched as ohms phone swayed as he tried to get out of the queue*
  • Bryce: oh and about your plane tickets, we can exchange them for another flight. *he says in a plain tone*
  • Ohm: What! why didn't you tell me that before?! *makes it to the back of the line and walks towards the exit doors to the drop off parking lot*
  • Bryce: i forgot, sheesh. *runs hand through hair while looking to his right as something catching his eye*
  • Bryce: hey ohm? *reaches down to grab something*
  • Ohm: hmm? *hums not even looking at bryce's cam*
  • Bryce: i also forgot to ask you about this. *holds up an 'i love Bryce McQuaid' t-shirt that he found in ohms suitcase*
  • how long have you had this exactly? *smirkfull grin*
  • Ohm: *looks at Bryce through his phone a little blush on his cheeks but Bryce didn't notice* oh my god, Can you just come pick me up?! *he says passive aggressively*
  • Bryce: alllright, I'll see you soon then buddy. *puts the shirt down on his lap* but I still have some question for you like.. why is my face on that pillow.
  • Ohm: *rubs his forehead in frustration* I'll tell you later, just get your ass in the car before i get to the exit.
  • Bryce: im on it dont worry, i'll be there before you can say i love Bryce McQuaid.
  • Ohm: wouldn't even say it if my life depended on it. *he jokes smiling*
  • Bryce: right? that's why you have a shirt to say it for you, got it. *smirks devilishly giggling*
  • Ohm: okay im gonna hang up im almost at the door. it would be unfair if i didn't give you enough time to beat me to it?
  • Bryce: a challenge? oh your on!
  • Ohm: *chuckles* bye Bryce.
  • bryce: see you in a bit. *whispers* fangirl.
  • (hangs up call)
dammit amatus

(Trespasser DLC Content - Fireworks Minigame)

Dorian: Hurry, Amatus! We have to get Solas to fix your arm! QUICKLY!

Pixy: Just hold on, I’m a bit busy here.

Dorian: What in Andraste’s name are you talking about Amatus?!

Dorian: Amatus, this is NO time to play with the bloody FIREWORKS!

Pixy: No wait, just a little more! If I can beat the high score, I’ll get the best prize of all!

Dorian: Amatus, YOUR ARM.

Pixy: Holy shit, about time. That literally took forever and a half.

Dorian: Amatus. What.

Pixy: Here you go, Bull.  One Dawnstone Chromatic Greatsword, in exchange for your unending loyalty and renouncement of the Qun.  It will make your enemies shit rainbows.

Bull: Boss, you are the best!

Dorian: AMATUS.


Special request for fab @gundam-starlight  !! 

Part 1 (pages 1-7) part 2

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But in the interest of formatting, because such things are important to me, here we go.


Back in the day, this was some prized shit. Most people hadn’t even heard that there was a Sailor V manga, and even fewer had ever read it.


Unexpected: Part Five

So here we are.  It’s been a long road to get here, we’re at the end of this fic.
We’re not at the end of babyhell, god no.  That’s going to go on forever.  I will absolutely still write about the kids, I love them.

Thank you everyone for being so patient on this, I know it took me so long.  I had to fight through illness and injury and depression to get this done but holy shit I did it.  I love everyone who has been with me on this journey and a special thanks to my dear friend @underfart-snas for even letting me get away with this nonsense.

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bottom zayn fic rec

hellloooo i’ve finally gotten my shit together and i’m really really sorry for the wait but here it is i’ve put together my favorite bottom zayn fics because we all need this in our lives 

ps these are all zarry bc whats a ship when u can have a *kris voice* cruiser

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anonymous asked:

Okay so one of you last things was about making out and A) it was amazing. Like. Yes. B) I need more about that shit because it's all I have these days (Lmao single af and missing having someone to kiss? Yes)

(Sorry this request is old and sorry I took forever to get to it, here’s the first half of it )

It had been a couple weeks since the big kiss.  Arin still coukd not stop blushing ecery time he saw Danny.  Everytime he saw his face, all he could think about was the kiss.  It had gotten so bad that they hadn’t really kissed since it was bugging Danny bad.  He came up with a very evil idea.

Saturday night, the two went over to their friend Brian’s house for a bro night.  Barry and Ross showed up a little bit after them. All 5 of them snugly fit in Brian’s small room.  It was nice with all the friends hanging out.  Barry and Ross spent most of the time wrapped up in each other.

That was until Brian and Danny shared a knowing nod.  All the boys formed a circle and played the ultimate sleep over game, truth or dare.  It started innocent enough, prank call this person, who ya got a crush on?  That was until Danny and Arin were both dared to be locked in the closet together for twenty minutes.  Ross first wanted an hour but everyone voted against it.

As soon as the closet was shut, the two sat down and Arin backed himself into a corner.  It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be near Danny, far from it, it was just a little awkward.  The punk teen toom a deep breath before turning towards his boyfriend. 

“Why are you avoiding me?  Am I a bad kisser?  Do you not like boys anymore?” Danny said so fast together that Arin almost made him repeat it.

“No, dude, I still like you…..a lot actually.  Where is this coming from?”

“You haven’t come near me ever since the kiss.  Makes me wonder if it was that bad." 

"No, it was actually the opposite.”

Danny placed hands on either side of Arin, pinning and getting closer to him.  He could feel Arin’s face burning up.  It was super cute but he needed answers. 

“Then tell me, Big Cat.”

“When ever I get close to you now,” Arin started to whisper.  “I start thinking about the kiss and kissing you and things grow….down there…”

Before Arin could try to wiggle away or hide his face, Danny shifted so that Arin was flat on his back with the older teen pinning him down.  The fact that Danny was now between his legs made more then one thing pop up.

“You’re so cute and innocent.  Do you know how badly I just want to mess you up and make you beg for more.”

Danny drove his point in by grinding his hips down on Arin’s, giving him a tease of what he was packing.  The heat he could feel through their jeans was enough to earn a little whine from him.  There was no lie in Danny’s words.  Ever since the kiss, all he could think about is how pretty Arin would look riding his dick.  He knew his boyfriend wasn’t ready yet, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna tease.

“Times up losers!  Thank god you two weren’t naked."  Ross shouted as he quickly opened the closet door.

The shade of red Arin turned was almost unnatural as he slowly got up from under Danny. 

voltron sprouts au

ok so i work at sprouts and everyday at work im like ok but voltron tho! so here’s some hc’s about them


  • is the bakery manager and Tired of the freezer
  • has worked at sprouts for almost 10 years
  • was promoted to assistant manager partially bc he can throw the loads in the back rly fast
  • still barely knows the temperatures for everything to bake
  • talks to the oven to get it to cook everything evenly (it never does)
  • always has to help allura make her schedules bc she hates that sprouts keeps changing the system 
  • is a super laid back manage except when Mr. Z gets on him about his sales floor being empty in places 
    • oh im sorry its superbowl sunday and we’re struggling to keep up with putting out hamburger buns i guess next time i’ll just dump every single bun we have out on the floor
    • shiro are you ok?
    • shut up and bake your croissants keith
  • dont talk to him when he gets there in the morning give him a few hours to wake up (or a cookie)


  • is the deli manager
  • cannot to be trusted to be civil with customers but rly rly rly good at her job
  • is practically psychic when it comes to how much of anything to make
  • her shrink (the stuff that expires and gets sent to the food bank) is always perfect and she always remembers to it and her assist. managers are too afraid to fuck it up
  • somehow manages to avoid Mr. Z and his wrath every single time
  • has worked at sprouts since she was a teenager and about 10 different ones (is gonna manage her own one day)
  • whenever the sprouts higher ups change something about the system she wants to scream bc using the computer is the worst part of her job
  • if shiro isn’t available to make the schedule for her she makes her assists do it lol
  • running the deli is managing over 20+ ppl and half of them are terrified of her and the other half are terrified of her but also kind of friends with her
  • the bakery manager and the deli manager work together a lot and it basically evolved into allura and shiro dating (ask shiro about it and he blushes and stutters a lot and allura’s like yeah hes my bf what about it get back to work)


  • front end head cashier
  • loves all of his customers and will remember you if you come in multiple times and greet you by name
    • he has a long list of loyal customers that only come in to shop when he’s working so that he can chat with them about their days
  • is so positive all the time unless the 4th manager (who’s in charge of the front end) sendak is working bc hes an Asshole
  • is one of those employees whos p much always employee of the month and featured on the website because hes just so friendly and good at his job
  • has memorized all of the codes for the fruits, veggies, and bulk section (its a lot of items be impressed)
  • whenever a cash register (or anything) starts acting up you ask for hunk’s help and its like once he touches it its fixed
  • people returning stuff is the best because it means he gets to go and talk to his friends in other departments
  • is always leaving food in the break room for everyone to try (even has a list for requests)
  • wanted to work in the bakery but he loves interacting with customers too much


  • works in vitamins
  • should be the manager but is “too young”
  • honestly should only be a bagger bc of age but somehow finagled a dept. change
  • has ‘katie’ on nametag covered (which isn’t allowed but no one dares say anything) to say pidge
  • has an almost creepy knack for finding the exact vitamin you’re looking for and gives rly good advice
  • is always fuckin w the computers bc theyre literally right next to the vitamin department
  • always looks Dead Inside until a customer walks up to her and asks for help then the Customer Service Voice comes out 
    • sometimes pidge will use the voice on lance bc it freaks him tf out (that and the empty “please kill me” smile)
  • the vitamin department also has a cosmetics part to it but when someone needs help w that pidge is somehow Always missing
  • has a gluten sensitivity but makes fun of all the “gluten free” labeled products
    • bc sometimes items that dont even have gluten in them will be labeled gluten free (like meat) and pidge is like??? duh its gluten free im…


  • assistant bakery manager
  • is Never allowed to help customers
    • is an opener for this reason
      • is grossly awake almost immediately @ 3am (the opening shift is 3am to 11:30am)
  • you can ask him any question about how many to tray or box or what temperature something bakes at or what the code is (to print the labels) for any item and he Immediately Knows and can tell u
  • hates baking pies and almost refuses to do them 
    • his almost always come out broken open with the fruit inside boiling, no matter how low the temperate is
  • otherwise loves his job, and finds the repeated movement very soothing
  • can lift like 20 trays at a time 
  • has worked at sprouts for only 7 months and already has like 4 burn scars bc he always forgets to check if the rack is hot 
  • has a crush on one of the deli assist. managers but will never admit it 
    • “is he even gay” *assist manager comes up to him and rubs his shoulders and calls him cute* “fuck”
  • the worst days of his life are when he doesnt come in to open but he has to do inventory and throw loads with shiro (in the freezer)
  • keeps a change of clothes in his locker to change into after work so customers won’t bother him while hes shopping 


  • is the assistant deli manager
    • lmao how many of y’all saw this coming 
  • is rly touchy feely and loud (you can tell when he comes in bc he talks so loud)
  • usually does the salad bar and makes it Pristine but has been doing production
  • p much friends with everyone in the deli
  • has declared a rivalry with the bakery (bc the bakery and the deli share the same space p much)
    • “lance you guys are always going to have better sales you sell more” “dont make up excuses, keith, we all know the deli is better” “i guess you don’t want any more cookies then” “YOU WOULDN’T” “wouldn’t i tho” “…..sorry keith”
    • despite the rivalry, is rly good friends w shiro 
    • expresses his crush on keith by teasing him
  • is one of the people who is half terrified of allura and half friends with her
    • it weirds him out when shes friendly w him
  • talks to everyone a lot and knows p much all of their availabilities
  • also usually opens, but needs 2 cups of coffee and also an hour before he wants to talk to you
  • the ppl that shop at sprouts are either super nice or super entitled but somehow the rude customers always want to talk when lance is working and not the other deli assist. or allura
  • can talk an irate customer into buying like 4 more items and leaving a great review

wow this got rly long i have hc’s for other voltron characters but i’ll leave it here pls come talk to me about team voltron working in a grocery store

part three of the grindr au, based on a fic by @des-zimbits​ (read it here). sorry this took forever, guys. this part is a little longer at 3k (and I didn’t even get all the way through spring semester. help). rated t for language?

also um content warning for Jack’s internalized homophobia making him act like a real asshole. he sorts his shit out by the end the end of this part, but like. it might be upsetting in places. sorry.

part one. part two.

“So, what was your New Year’s resolution, Bits?” Ransom asks.

Jack knows it’s the traditional just-back-from-Winter-Break question, but he always hates this conversation. His own resolutions are never very interesting, and he hates talking about them. (This year he has two: to improve his shooting percentage by at least 10% in the second half of the season, and to increase his bench press by 50 pounds before the end of the year.) Historically, whenever Jack has told anyone what his New Year’s resolutions are, he’s only met with a frown and a short, “Oh.”

Bittle’s resolutions, on the other hand, will no doubt be terribly interesting and charm the whole team even further. Because that’s just how it goes.

“It was, uh.” Bittle laughs a little, rubbing back of his neck. “It was actually—to be a little less inhibited?”

Before Jack even knows he’s doing, he’s saying, “Less inhibited?”

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Agent Carter episode 5 sneak peek. (x)

#no but I love this so much because Dugan immediately clocks agent fuckboy #like he’s so not here for jack’s shit #but also how peggy doesn’t say anything #i mean she’s sharp as hell so she probably figured the trucks were there #but she’s also peggy fucking carter #like you bet your ass she’d march across lithuania without a single complaint if that’s what it took to get the job done #ain’t even pressed

There are no downsides to complimenting strangers in public I’ve. Chased ppl down to compliment them before ok. If they get awkward abt it or are rude and blow me off that’s their problem and overwhelmingly ppl are just like HOLY SHIT VALIDATION THANK U!!! because plenty of people will THINK that something abt u is awesome but ppl are often 2 shy to say so not me tho nope get back here I need 2 compliment ur makeup it looks like it took forever

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Awww that’s very nice of you and I’m so sorry it took me FOREVER to reply.
Omg I’m so excited to get back to posting here.
Thank you very much <3 
I love messages like this one


here is a list of my fifteen favorite albums of 2015, and a picture of me because this took forever to do, and its hard to determine which person’s art is “better” than others. That being said, here are the 15 albums that I personally enjoyed listening to the most in 2015, love you fools, plenty more to come. 2016 is gonna be wild I can feel it. 



1) Title Fight- Hyperview

2) blue smiley- ok

3) Earl Sweatshirt- I Don’t Like Shit I Don’t Go Outside

4) Westkust- Last Forever

5) Donovan Wolfington- How To Treat The Ones You Love

6) Action Bronson- Mr. Wonderful

7) Alex G- Beach Music

8) Wavves- V

9) Turnover- Peripheral Vison

10) Chon- Grow

11) Dogs on Acid- S/T

12) Loma Prieta- Self Portrait

13) Hop Along- Painted Shut

14) Marietta- As it Were

15) You’ll Live- Moving Past This

16) Thats me, love/hatin’ everyone who asked me to do this

Tattoo artist! Luke

The first time you ever met Luke was because of a friend. Him being a tattoo artist and you being, well a ‘good girl’, your paths shouldn’t really have crossed but here you were on a Tuesday afternoon with your best friend in his personal office. Y/bff/n had a shit ton of tattoos from one artist but he had recently moved away. It took her forever to settle on trying out a new person, but everyone who y/bff/n asked said that Luke hemmings was the person to get tattoos from.

So as his coworker led you into his office you were not surprised to see a blonde boy who was covered in tattoos himself. Luke stood up shaking y/bff/n’s hand before turning to look confused to you.

“You didn’t say you would be bringing a friend, I’m Luke, nice to meet you.” He shakes your hand, your small hand dwarfed by his huge hands.

“I’m y/n” you mumble. He turns back to your friend quickly applying the outline to her skin. As he works on her skin he starts to make conversation with you. He asks you the standard questions, how old are you, do you have any tattoos yourself, and how you and your friend met.

You answer shyly a but he seems not to mind as he laughs and smiles at you from time to time.

“So would you ever get a tattoo?” He asks as he starts to add color into the tattoo.

“I have a few simple ones in mind, I just haven’t gotten up the courage to get them yet.” You mumble still slightly afraid of his large frame.

“Well if you ever get up the nerve just call me up, I would be honored to do your first tattoo.” He flashes you a smile again.

“I will keep it I mind.” You say very quietly.

“Maybe then, I could take you on a date.” He actually winks in your direction, and you are so stunned that you don’t answer.

Then he is wiping off the extra ink from your friends new tattoo and giving it after care things and then after a quick goodbye you are done and leavening.

Your friend harasses you about flirting the entire time but she is quickly cut off by a deep voice calling your name.

“Here, I forgot to give you my number. You can call it anytime.” He gives you a corner of a piece of notebook paper with some numbers scrawled on it in surprisingly sloppily hand writing.

“Oh thanks.” You say looking up to him, and as you do he gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

“See you soon.” He whispers before running back into the shop.

Tattoo Artist! Luke part two

Hullo lovelies! :) I’m gonna make this bit here short because I don’t think I could adequately put into words how much I appreciate every single person who follows me anyway, and I feel like I keep repeating myself…but I will honestly forever be baffled by the fact that people enjoy this blog AND decide to stick around even though it’s become such a fandom mess (…maybe I should get a life? Hm.) Thank you to everyone who sends me messages, reads and replies to my posts, likes and reblogs my shit. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re amazing and I appreciate you all so much. Stay beautiful, sweet peas ♥

At this point I gotta give a shout-out to some super special snowflakes:

brainiacdean: Because we’re both watching waaay too many shit shows that take over our lives (srsly, what are we doing?), and there’s no one else I’d rather discuss them with on a daily basis. You have no idea how much I love talking to you and being salty with you, Lucy. You’re smart and witty and I’m so grateful that you’re my friend.

dixonscarol: Hanna. Hannahannahanna. Even if we sometimes don’t talk for weeks (lmao), I never feel like we lost our very special way of having conversations, i.e. jumping from super ridiculous topics and writing sonnets about all sorts of things and people to insanely deep conversations about life and how much people suck. You are and always will be an amazing person.

empressmcbride: Weil’s manchmal einfach nett ist, meinen Hass und meine Liebe gegenüber mancher Dinge nicht auf Englisch verfassen zu müssen :3 You were one of the first people I followed and talked to and you’ll be there till the end (…way to sound super dramatic, Eena), because you’re on of the nicest, kindest and overall loveliest people I ever had the pleasure to talk to. I still hope we can make that meeting happen one day.

leigh57: I LOVE YOU SO EFFING MUCH, SHANA…which you probably know because I keep telling you, and to be honest, I think you’re actually the person I say it to the most, lmao. Talking to you is always such a joy, no matter the topic (let’s pretend we talk about other things than Carol and MMB 90% of the time), and I love how you do you and don’t let anyone bullshit you. You’re so intelligent and passionate and the kind of funny and sarcastic that I just adore - I aspire to be more like you, and quite frankly, I’m not sure why you even bother with me. Eh. But I’m so happy that you do. I admire the heck outta you.

seyfrieds: I’m pretty sure you’re my demonic soulmate, Sylvia. There’s no pretending with you because - even though we haven’t known each other for that long - you KNOW me because you ARE like me in so many ways. I thank the lord that you’re as messed up as me and just popped into my inbox when I declared my love for some maniac on a show that everyone else dreaded, and I always enjoy talking to you about his glorious butt. Thank you for letting me be my asshole self. Love you, hoe.

theresnosafeharbor4myships: Zan :) You gave me my favourite nickname and so much more…someone to talk to back when I didn’t really feel like talking to a whole lot of people. Someone who gets me, someone who cares how I’m doing, someone who values and trusts me enough to tell me about their life and ask for my opinion. I can’t imagine going a single day without talking to you because you pretty quickly became a vital part of my life, and if something happens, you’re the person I wanna tell. I’m so very grateful that, over a year ago, you decided to publish a post that I loved so much, it made me wanna talk to you…and yes, I do believe that was fate. You’re one of the strongest people I know, please don’t ever doubt that or yourself. I love you very much.

bold = peeps whose blogs I stalk visit on a daily basis bc they’re #goals

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eowynseryastarkewartsfinncrestagraceburgessgrrrrrimesgyllenholshakunamatatashedacarolhermicnes  ★ hungergasmesjensolojonnhydcppkaneabbyskastled  ★  katnisservdeen

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lonelygodinthetardislyanasnowmergaerytyrellodairanniesolympiusoswinwaledpeodameron  ★ perksofbeingafanboypoedamxronpsychopiercereedusnormanreyskywalkresrichonnegrimesrickdarylrickshithappensricksmichonneriverstwelveronesweasleyrvenclaws

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In case I forgot anyone who feels like they should be on here, I’m really sorry! Please feel free to shoot me a message and ask me what the heck’s wrong with me. (Spoiler warning: the answer is ‘a lot’)