time to start hammering my wall

Smooth Make-outs || Jughead Jones Imagine

 My eyes close as the soft sounds of the piano echo around me, my fingers dancing across the keys creating a comforting melody. As I play the final notes drifting up and into the air before falling away into nothingness. As the music fades the sound is replaced by Jughead clapping his hands for me. I open my eyes to find his captivating green eyes. A smile takes over my face.

“How was it?” I ask sheepishly.

“Your so talented love,” Jughead says coming to sit next to me wrapping his arms around me in the process. I lean into his touch, a sigh of contentment escapes my lips.

“I’m hungry,” I say pulling out of his grasp, Jughead laughs and shakes his head. He opens his backpack and pulls out a box of donuts. He lifts one out of the box and hands it to me.

“Thank you,” I say excitedly leaning forward to press my lips to his quickly before eating the donut.

A few moments later I grin over at Jughead, “That was good, thank you, babe.”

“You have something on your lip,” He says.

My hand moves up to wipe my face, He pushes it back down into my lap, “I’ll get it.”

His lips are pressed to mine in an instant. I press my lips to his my hands trailing up and into his messy black locks just underneath his beanie. He pulls me up and pushes me backwards so that I’m against the wall that was behind us. I  feel his wet lips upon mine, our lips move together in timely motions, he slides his tongue into my mouth. A soft moan escapes my lips. My heart starts hammering in my chest. His hands slide down my sides and onto my hips. He softly starts grinding his hips onto mine. My teeth softly bite his lip. He moves his lips away from mine and to my neck leaving open mouth kisses along my neck and down to my chest. The bell rings loudly and causes us to break apart both panting heavily. Our eyes lock and we burst out laughing together.

“We really shouldn’t be making out at school Jones,” I say pointedly.

He grins, “But it’s fun.”

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One-Shots

One-Shots written out of sync with other series that I have. This is just a collection of the ones that are either in the same universe or just don’t fit in anywhere else.

Home - SFW

Observational - SFW

No Good Dead - NSFW - Started

Hey Baby - NSFW - Started

Carnival Of Rust - SFWish - Started

Going Out With A Whimper - SFW

Sleep, Child, Sleep - SFW

Fly On The Wall - SFW

I’m So Enamored When I’m Hammered And  You’re There - NSFWish

It’s Hard To Say - SFW

It’s A Disaster When I’m Plastered In My Chair - NSFWish - Sequel To I’m So Enamoured When I’m Hammered And You’re There

And His Chaotic Haze - NSFW - Started

Lies And Slander - SFWish - Started

Blood For Blood - SFWish

We’ll Never Be That Golden - SFWish

Why Try So Hard, My Dear? - SFWish

For Science - NSFW

To Light Up Your Eyes - NSFW - Started

Human - SFW - Started

Bruise Pristine - NSFW - Request for @hunters-nightmare

Doing It To Death - NSFW - Started

Diamond Bright - SFW

Mediocre People Do Exceptional Things All The Time - SFW 

Talent - SFW

The Ballad Of Sushi Sanchez - SFW 

Boom Boom Pow - SFW

Chapter Ficcs

Even The Stars Are Ill At Ease

Evil Morty isn’t totally sure what to do about his desire to have a ‘Proper Rick’, while Doofus Rick is finding that he might have been forced to forget something important.

I Woke To Something In My Head

Doing It To Death - Started

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five


One Hundred Drabbles Rick And Morty

A collection of drabbles based on the 100 Ways To Say I Love You prompts from Tumblr.

He Drives Like Crazy - SFW - Ready To Be Posted

A Gift From Me To You - SFW - Ready To Be Posted

Ice Cream On Me - SFW - Ready To Be Posted

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Didn’t Mean to Ruffle Your Feathers

A Ghoul Grumps AU fic ovo

In which Ross is so done with fucking goddamned Shamu

{this wonderful AU was created by the lovely @egobangin-in-the-house-tonight}

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Chapter 10: Letters from the Wolf and the Crow

Originally posted by gameofthronesdaily

Your life with the Starks is great, it’s more than you ever imagined. You and Jon Snow have a beloved little secret, but will that change all very soon? What will happen to Jon and especially you as new series of events start to stir causing a plethora of mishaps and sinister evil beings try to plot against the Starks, what will you do to play your part in the Game of Thrones?


Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 11

*I miss Robb already :-(* 

“My lord, may the Old God’s watch over your brother and all our Northern sons. The walls of my holdfast will not stand the winter. The stones were lasted mortared in the time of King Aerys, and i’m afraid the masons today are not fit to carry their father’s hammers. When I was a boy…” The man continue on and on. I look down at Bran who seems to be playing with something. I’m wearing a dark blue dress and my hair was down in a long lose braid.

I didn’t want to listen to the man anymore, I look at Maester Luwin who seems to be engaged in the poor man’s words. I could tell bran is bored and irritated, so was I. The man continued, “Why, I might as well sleep beneath a waterfall.”

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One and the Same chapter 6

Hey guys! Could you please let me know what you all think of this fic? Thanks loves!

Chapter 1: Food Source                 Chapter 4: The Brink

Chapter 2: The Rogue                   Chapter 5: Dates & Damnation

Chapter 3: Blood Troubles             

Reckless Behavior-

“What do you mean going on a date? We have to-”

“Lou Ellen!” Will barked. “Will you stop? So we found out the blood is the same, what can we do about that right now? All it does is back up the idea that it’s a vampire. If you want to do something useful, figure out what vampires live in the area.” He turned away from her and started for his room.

He grabbed another shirt and messed with his hair a moment before she barged into the room with him. “He’s making you reckless,” she accused. “It’s just a crush and you’re already throwing your responsibilities out the door!”

Will growled and clenched his fists. “Lou Ellen, I’ve never been on a date, okay? I’ve never been liked back especially by someone like him. I want to be a teenager for once, a normal… gay teenager. Instead of an alpha werewolf freak that has to hunt for vampires and go to wars started by witches and warlocks. It’s just a few hours.”

“The vampire could kill someone else in ‘a few hours,’ Will.”

“You need to rest,” Will said. “When’s the last time you even slept?” He left the room and she started after him, yelling about how irresponsible he was being. Finally, he turned, towering over her. “I’m the alpha,” he yelled, the undertone of a wolf’s growl in his voice. “Stop berating me. I know what I’m doing. Go home.”

Lou Ellen stepped back, her head lowering a bit in submission. He felt a horrible twist in his gut. He never snapped at his pack like that. He never snapped at anyone like that. But an apology didn’t seem fit at the moment. With a last rueful glance over his shoulder, he left the house and started for the mall.

Nico was already there by the time Will got there, dressed in his usual dark clothes. The leather jacket gleamed under the fluorescent lights outside the bookshop, as well as the metal buckles on his boots. He looked relaxed and statuesque. As he stepped closer, his head came up and his brown eyes met Will’s, causing him to flush. He smiled easily, like he always did.

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He came just in time, just as you were losing your strength. He didn’t even think and just started killing your attackers as you slid down the wall and onto the ground, heart hammering in your chest.

Klaus only stopped once your attackers were dead and their blood covering him, “Klaus…” You whispered, pulling him back to humanity, “Klaus, you saved me. Thank you.”

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-Scene: Forest-


Yuma: I think it was around here… …ah, there it is.

The underground waterway――this has gotta be the place. I just came here with Yui yesterday.

(As we were getting deeper inside, I was struck with a strange, nostalgic feeling)

(Then, just as I got a headache, a fragment of my memories came flying back… …)

When we first came in here, she was pretty scared… …Thinking back now, maybe she had a hunch or something.

(That girl. She’d probably be telling me off by now… …)

(She’s worried about me. I told her not to follow me, pushing her away… ..)

… … … …Ggh.

Hah. There’s no point in thinking about it. Let’s go.



-Scene Change: Underground Waterway-


Yuma: … …I got the headache around here yesterday.

Uugh… …must be here… …

… …Ggh… …Aggh… …

(What… …the hell… …this memory… …Augh… …)



-FLASHBACK-



Edgar: Here’s a place that’s exclusive to us. Our secret base!


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Pursuing my future online...

So… in order to be successful at my dream I kinda need to get into this whole “posting regularly on social media” thing… As you can see by my tumblr activity since I joined… I’m no good at that. BUT! Thankfully, it’s never to late to improve, all the greats started with nothing, after all. A little bit each day and then over time stuff grows. Like an old tree that’s now a landmark. It wasn’t always that big. 

I haven’t written anything creatively for MONTHS. Blah, blah, blah being busy with my day job and the demon we all know as “writer’s block” - I should give my muse a jackhammer hammer or at least some rope at this point. Poor thing’s just been staring at the wall for ages. Truth of it is, I haven’t been prioritizing any time to write and just fell off. It almost feels like I shouldn’t call writing my passion anymore since your passion is something you actually ENGAGE IN whenever you can. I’ve been crashing and burning when I get home and instead of giving myself the therapy that creative writing have proven to give me in the past, I veg out in front of youtube or scrolling through this gift called the internet. (If I’m being for real, I’m kinda procrastinating now but this is constructive procrastination, actually. It’s a blog post. Plus, I’m doing what I do when I normally sit down to write - putting down whatever pops in my head. So… I guess this counts, although I do still want to get some actual fiction writing practice done tonight as well… It’s so weird to call it practice, isn’t it? But that’s what it is, really. Like a foreign language, if you don’t use it, you lose it, and quite frankly, I’ve lost enough as far as I’m concerned.)

The paragraph above is a typical entry in my journal; a peek into how my mind wanders from one thought to another. What was this post about again? Oh yeah, writing practice and author presence online and stuff. My mind just blanked, so I’ll end it here, but I’m shaping up to become more active online (so difficult, pray for me please) and practice writing everyday. Let’s see if I can coax any of these old sparks of mine into a fire…

upstairs neighbours are always problematic no matter who they are. i moved into a suite beneath an old couple that goes to bed 8am. and they still are shitty neighbours.
- imagine the sound of a hammer hitting the wall for three hours in a row, but starting at 7am on my only day off. old man decided to hang and rearrange pictures.
- when it is warm, the furnace will stay on for two hours at a time and i will have to disrobe to find comfort. however, on our coldest day of the year this year, -34 degrees Celsius, i had to knock on their door at 8:00 in the evening, after they had already gone to bed, to request they turn the furnace on. it had not been on all day. i had three blankets and a hoodie on and was still freezing. how does that make any sense.
- computer room is right above mine. they are old and don’t hear well, so i hear them watching recipe videos at full volume starting at 6am.
- i knew i had a fucked sleeping schedule but how is sleeping 8pm to 6am any better. ???
- i have never seen or heard their cat. but i know for a fact that they have a cat, and that its name is nax, because every day at some absurd hour i hear the old lady scream at the top of her shrill old lady voice’s ability “NAAAAAX GET OFF OF THERE! YOU ARE A BAD CAT!!!!”
- when old man sneezes, it’s not a real sneeze, it’s just a yell. he never sneezes less than four times in a row.
- it turns out they have a son. he was in jail for a long time. now he’s out of jail. now he lives with them.
- son throws things that hit the floor in a loud and banging fashion.
- son is outside at 4:30am every single night
- what is he doing
- how does he know my name
- i am going to die

im TRYING to have a nice RELAXING time watching YOUTUBE videos alone in my ROOM but this dumb PLUMBER took it upon HIMSELF to start hammering and drilling into the fuckign WALL at the top of our STAIRS which is right next to my rOOM and i cant fuckign HEAR my youtube VIDEOS and every now and THEN he stops for a BIT and my youtube VIDEO is on max VOLUME and its so LOUD and this is too STRESSFUL