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How to Survive when Bad Things Happen

1. Try to switch your emotions to neutral so you can think more clearly, and do what’s best for you.

2. Ask “how” not “why”. Just for the moment, keep your focus on the challenge, and the steps you need to take to climb out of the pit. Often, by doing one small thing can start to turn things round.

3. Look for the good things, and the lessons you can learn. It will help you be resourceful, and will change your attitude.

4. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Other people understand what it’s like to get bad news. They know it “knocks you sideways”, and it saps your energy.

5. Try and see it as a temporary experience. Life is always changing, and bad things pass in time.

6. Don’t take it personally. We all experience crises, disappointments and tough times. It just means that you’re human – you’re not being singled out!

The Party (Reggie x Reader)

There will be a part two coming up in a few days.

Request: something with reggie x reader and how their relationship comes out at a party please?

Part 2  Part 3

 You watched as Jughead argued with Betty. You didn’t know who side to be on. Betty just wanted to make her boyfriend happy but you knew that this wasn’t the right way. You had been friends with both of them for so long you didn’t know what to do. You weren’t the only one since your brother Archie had the same look on his face as he look at the two. Veronica on the other hand look fine with the situation, she probably had been through this with her parents. The ring of the doorbell interrupted all of your guys thoughts.

“Who else did you invited to this Betty?” Jughead sneered at her not impressed with party at all.

“No one, it was only suppose to be the inner circle” She replied back but as the doors opened your breath got caught in your throat at the sight in front of you. First and foremost was Cheryl and Chuck then behind them was most of the football team and other students from your school. Cheryl smirked as she made her way in.

“Where should we put the keg too?” She asked as everyone cheered. You and Archie sent a look to each other knowing that nothing good was going to come out of this night. It was kinda proven when Jughead pushed his way passed you both to go hide out in the garage. You wonder if you should chased him but you knew it was better to leave him alone to his thoughts. Plus if anything happened to this house you and Archie would be toast.

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Bring It Back

A/N: So for some reason I’m super stocked about sharing this. I have an idea for a part two involving some smutty, smutty action, so let me know if you’re down for that. I would love feedback on this one. Also I know the year doesn’t match what happened in reality, but it’s fiction so I can change it. 

Word count: 1,920

March 1 st 2017
Pickering, Canada

From y/n: Your mom said you were back in town? Want to meet up for coffee?

You felt your heart race only half a second after you sent the message. Today was the day. Today was the day to tell Shawn how you really felt about him. He’d been gone for months and you’d spend those months debating whether or not come clean, but this was draining you to keep in and you weren’t sure how much longer you could bare it.

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Fuck it, Nesta thought, as she tossed aside the cup she’d been drinking wine from and brought the bottle to her lips. She took a long sip.

She sat alone on the roof of her building atop a thick blanket in the dark. She curled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she took another sip of wine.

She looked up at the sky. It would be starting soon.

A chilly, light breeze blew a strand of golden brown hair across her face. She tucked it behind her ear. She wore an oversized sweater and a pair of dark leggings. She wrinkled her bare toes into the blanket, maybe she should have worn socks.

She took another sip, thinking about the party in the House of Wind she was missing. She’d not wanted to get all dressed up just to stand on a balcony filled mostly with strangers. And she didn’t want to deal with her everyone playing buffer between her and Cassian. It was better this way. No one would have fun if she were there, and maybe this way he’d at least have fun.

Maybe he’d find someone to talk to, a female maybe—she took another swig of wine.

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I Knew I Was Dead

Originally posted by rxbytuesday

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: Could you do an imagine with tommy Shelby I just started watching peaky blinders and I fell in love !! In the imagine could the reader be the leader of a rival gang and the peaky blinders are planning to take them out till tommy finds out the leader is a girl and falls for her because she is feisty and fights better than anyone he has ever seen ?

This was so much fun to write! Enjoy!


Boots echoed on the hardwood floors of the upstairs office that was situated in a warehouse on the wharf in the northern part of Birmingham. The footsteps circled Tommy, who was slumped in a chair, bag over his head. He groaned as he came to and pulled the canvas sack off of his head. His eyes rolled around in his skull a bit, but they finally settled.

“So you’re the infamous Thomas Shelby,” Y/N came into his view and sat at her desk. “I have to say, you’re not quite what I imagined,” She shrugged playfully. “But we all know looks can be deceiving,”

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Disposable pt13

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14


Jackson stood near Yoongi on the sidewalk while you brought the car around. Yoongi still wasn’t happy about his presence, but he had stopped telling him to go to hell, at least.

“You know, if you want to keep her, you’re going to have to do a lot better than you are right now.” Jackson said offhandedly.

“What are you talking about?” Yoongi grumbled.

“I’m talking about the way you look at her. And the way she looks at you. You do know that if the two of you would just talk like normal people do, all of your problems would go away, right?”

“And what would I tell her?” Yoongi asked, looking at him sideways. Jackson shrugged.

“You tell me.”

Yoongi looked like he was going to start cursing at Jackson again, but then he swayed dangerously and leaned on his shoulder, Jackson steadying him before he fell over. “I don’t know you.” He said, blinking blearily at Jackson, who raised his eyebrows.

“I’m aware.”

Yoongi shook his head. “I don’t know you, but you’re being nice. Why?”

Jackson shrugged. “Because your beautiful girlfriend would be sad if I treated you like shit.” Jackson waited for Yoongi’s reaction. What he told Yoongi was partially true—it really would upset you if he told Yoongi that he needed to straighten up and be kinder to you, the guy already looked like he might cry whenever he looked at you—but Jackson also had a soft spot for drunk people. That was probably why he was always the designated driver; he didn’t mind other people’s strange drunk shenanigans, and would just laugh and guide them home.

“Can I tell you something, Jeffery?” Yoongi asked.

“Jackson. My name is Jackson. And yes, you can.” Jackson was mostly holding Yoongi up now, and he was glad he was such a slight man—otherwise they might have a problem.

“I don’t know what to do. I like her, like, really really scary like her. But I shouldn’t. So I just…” Yoongi sniffed, and Jackson nodded sympathetically. So Yoongi was an emotional drunk.

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Mischievous Hugs, touken fanfic

Summary: The Aogiri kids share an enjoyable afternoon playing with Touka and Kaneki at the park, until one of the kids decides to give them a punishment.

Rating: Cute, fluffy! | Words: 2,612 words | If you like it, please reblog!

A/N: what a shitty title oh my god hello everyone! I made a post asking to vote three touken prompts that I was planning to write this week. Surprisingly, the aogiri+touken kids was the winner! so here it is. It’s a bit short, I was planning to write it as a headcanon instead but it turned out to be a bit longer, I was running out of ideas and I’m not sure if this is good enough, but it was fun to write anyway. 

thank you all for voting the fic and don’t worry if the one you wanted didn’t win, i will be writing those very soon! excuse any grammar mistakes&enjoy! <3

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“You have to hug Onii-chan for ten seconds!”

Kaneki coughs, touching the back of his head.

“W-What?”

One of the boys drags the girl by the arm, trying to stop her.

“I told you this was a bad id—”

“You have to hug!” she ignores her friend and walks towards Touka, pushing her from the back against Kaneki.

“A-Ah! Wait!”

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Originally posted by rambinha

I just had to do this… enjoy!

[Nicole’s POV]
“Wave! Where are you? We have to leave or we’ll be lat-” I walk into the living room and freeze in my tracks. Waverly is standing there in her old cheerleading outfit, blue and white, tight short skirt, a crop top and big blue pompoms. “Wha-” I stare, feeling my cheeks flare up and all words failing to form, she smiles and looks down at herself, she’s grinning now. “Waverly… What are you doing?” I feel my eyes widen as she looks up at me and says “Thought I’d show you what you missed out on in Purgatory High.” I open my mouth to reply when she twirls on the spot, her hair flawlessly flowing, whipping her face for a second as she catches my eye, a small smile forms at the corner of her mouth and she looks me up and down. I try to keep my heartbeat steady as her arms and legs move, almost automatically, up and around. She moves without thinking and the moment her hip goes sideways and pops, I feel I’ve lost my voice. I stare at her, in complete awe and shock as she finishes her little cheerleading bit and bites her lip, she looks at me expectant. I stand there for what feels like an hour before I manage to move, I stumble to her and take her hands, words are still failing me so instead I pull her into a passionate kiss, putting all the unspoken words and emotions I felt when she did her little performance into the kiss, I feel my face getting even hotter as we break apart for breath and she smiles mischievously. “You liked it then?” I shake my head, laughing, I push her shoulder lightly, “go change! We’re really late!” she giggles and hurries off to her room to get changed, I watch her go and feel the butterflies in my stomach return, “It’s like high school all over again…” I mumble to myself, checking my belt and making sure I haven’t forgotten anything, Waverly walks back into the lounge, a skin colored tight shirt and jeans on, “Except this time, officer Haught, you’re dating the cheerleader.” she says, winking, she takes my hand and pulls me out the door after her. God, she’ll be the death of me.

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“I’ll be here to protect you.” - Tony and Peter Parker

Peter gets to crash with Mr. Stark at the compound after practice some days. When it’s nice they go out to the garden that Peter’s never seen anyone work in and sometimes kind of wonders if Mr. Stark does it himself. Even though there’s no way he has time for that.

It’s the last night the residential areas of the compound will be this quiet. The others–Peter won’t call them the Avengers, although he might have to start again–will be back tomorrow.

“I’ll be here to protect you.”

Mr. Stark snorts. “That’s supposed to be my line, kiddo. I’m the old man, remember?”

Peter shrugs. He still has his mask on–there are other people around–but it’s pulled up to his nose, letting Mr. Stark see his expression. “Sure, but you protect me all the time.” He can admit that now. Here he can, at least, in the garden after practice when Mr. Stark needs to hear it. Maybe not next week when he wants to handle something and the training wheel protocols kick in.

“Yeah, and that’s my job,” Mr. Stark says. He looks away, at the sky. “Peter, you’re going to hate hearing this now, but trust me when I say this is one of those ‘understand when you’re older’ moments. Adults look out for kids. Not the other way around.”

“Yeah, but–”

“Besides, you won’t be here,” Mr. Stark interrupts. “When their car rolls up tomorrow, you’ll be halfway through chemistry. Exactly where you belong.”

Peter deflates. “I just want to help,” he mumbles.

Mr. Stark looks at him sideways, almost befuddled looking. “You do help,” he says. “You have to know that you help. You helped keep the Avengers going after all this. You helped me see a brighter future again. You’ve been an enormous help, Peter, doing exactly what you do. Which does not involve facing off against potentially hostile enhanced humans. So. I’ll be here, you’ll be at school, we’ll do exactly what we’re supposed to.”

“But if it does go badly…” Peter hedges.

“Then I have Vision and Rhodey to back me up. The King might even step in to mediate. Hope’s coming by. We’ll be fine.”

Peter still feels mutinous, and he must look it too.

“How ‘bout I call you tomorrow night?” Tony offers. “You can check in, hear that everyone survived.”

It’s a crappy offer but Peter knows the best he’s going to get when he hears it. “Fine,” he mumbles.

Tony nods, decisively. “Now, scoot,” he says, flapping his hands. “You have a curfew.”

Peter pulls his mask back into place and stands. As he’s walking away, he hears Mr. Stark mumbling under his breath. “I’m gonna be here to take care of you, kid.”

He doesn’t think he was supposed to hear that, so he doesn’t say anything. At least, not tonight.

Second Chance

Hey everyone!! BLAH!!! Sorry it’s been so long since I posted, I’ve been a little down in the dumps and struggling with motivation. But here’s a one shot I wrote for a couple challenges, hope you like it!!

For @not-moose-one-shots Bethtastic 6K Writing Challenge my quote was “Gee, Mom, I guess you’ll have to send me to a military school to straighten me out.”

And for @highonpastries Pastries 250 Celebration my quote was “Why it is always you three in charge whenever the world goes to shit.”

Dean x female hunter, reader insert

Word Count: about 1750

Warnings: none really… canon-typical violence, sassy reader & Dean back and forth, kissing, brief reference to nookie, but no actual SMUT

Quotes are bolded in the text

Here’s my masterlist for more stories! The next chapter of The Hunt That Changed Everything will be out soon too, I’m almost finished with it, so be sure to get caught up! XO

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Great. Freaking fantastic. Leaned up against your car, you grumpily kicked at a rock, sick of waiting. You only came to help with this stupid hunt because Garth begged you to… but you weren’t going to be happy about it. The last time you’d worked with the Winchesters you found yourself being used as vamp bait.

That part hadn’t been so bad, but the fact that the Dean had practically failed at noticing you were a woman when the time came to blow off some steam pissed you off bad enough to bail promptly afterwards. He shamelessly flirted with you the entire hunt and you even shared a brief but passionate frencher at the bar afterwards. But then the bastard had disappeared from the bar after only one drink while you were in the bathroom. It’s not like you’d expected a relationship or anything, but you heard through the grapevine that he was up for a good time and you were rather disappointed you didn’t get to discover exactly how good for yourself.

Well, there would be none of that on your part this time. He had a chance and had blown it and you weren’t really one for fresh starts. As the black impala came roaring up the dirt road, you moved around to dig in your backseat, trying to ignore your body’s involuntary reaction at seeing and hearing that damn sexy car approaching, knowing who was behind the wheel. You rolled your shoulders and cracked your neck side to side getting yourself into work mode as the muscle car pulled up next to your cherry red, beefed up ‘74 Ford Bronco.

“'Bout time,” you commented loudly as Sam and Dean exited the car, a dark haired man in a trench coat folding out of the backseat behind them. “Was starting to wonder if that POS had you stranded on the side of the road somewhere, but it must’ve just been​ Dean’s grandma driving,” you snarked as Sam walked up to you, grinning ear to ear at the insults you were already slinging his brother’s direction. 

He knew that something had happened between the two of you on the last hunt… something that has resulted in your prompt departure the morning after you finished up. Dean, of course, had given him nothing more than a pissy, “Shut up, Sammy,” when he’d asked about it.

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8 | No Escape

Genre: Apocalypse AU / Fluff / Angst

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,003 (almost exactly 3000 dammit)

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, Blood, Gore

“Do something don’t just sit there!”

Masterlist ♥︎

Ask/Request

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

A/n: This series is coming to an end guys!! Thank you everyone for reading

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Not That Biased

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / JB / Jinyoung 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,210

Summary: You work at JYP as an analyst and are assigned to help a group of idols with their new collaboration song. Both Junior and JB are assigned to the project, which is very distracting since you bias Junior. All of this would be fine though - if only that Im Jaebeom weren’t such a pain in your ass.

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Put You In My Pocket And Save You For Later

Cisco Ramon met Mick Rory for the first time back when his type was exclusively ‘looks like they could beat the shit out of anyone who makes me feel bad” 

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aka the HeatVibe S1 rewrite monster that took over my brain

Cisco Ramon met Mick Rory for the first time back when his type was exclusively ‘looks like that could beat the shit out of anyone who makes me feel bad’. The unfortunate consequence of this was that frequently the current object of Cisco’s affections had to start with his immediate predecessor. Cisco’s at one of the neighborhood bars that tends towards a more – well, criminal – clientele, when he spots an ex by the jukebox and a guy built like a tank who looks like he could beat the crap out of anyone in the building propping the bar. The guy’s shirt buttons are almost entirely undone, revealing a set of abs to make Superman jealous, and the sleeves cling to some frankly marvelous biceps. He looks like he could probably throw Cisco over his shoulder and fight his way out of the bar without breaking a sweat, and the devil-may-care smirk on his face only adds to the dreadfully pretty picture.

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Pan’s Pet pt3

Reader is a omega werewolf (teenwolf style) and being young and pack-less, she is taken to Neverland by the shadow. But things aren’t much better than home.

Warnings: none

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part 2

I stayed in my cage for about half an hour, gnawing at my cuff before I decided to go check out the fire the lost boys were at.

Upon accepting that the cuff wasn’t going to come off I crawled out of my cage and walked off in the same direction the boys always come and go from.

A few minutes of aimless walking and i began hearing laughter and voices, as well as smell smoke. I was only a few meters from the edge of their camp.

The fact that I had to be so close to smell or hear this place made me tear up a little.

I pushed my way through some bushes as I wiped the tears away with my sleeve.

All the boys stopped talking or dancing. They all stared at me in shock. A few reached for their weapons, some backed up. Felix and a few of the bigger ones had their weapons draw and they were ready to charge me.

   “Calm down boys,” I heard Pan’s voice but I couldn’t see him. “That’s enough,”

   “But the mutt is out of it’s cage,” Felix said with a sneer.

   “I said enough!” Pan shouted. I found where his voice was coming from. 

He stood from where he was sitting on a log on the other side of the fire. The flames obscured my view of him a little.

   “I let her out,” he said calmly with a few complaints and questions from a number of boys.

He walked around the fire so i could see him properly and held out a cup of something. 

   “Come drink with us,” he said.

I slowly walked passed a few boys so I could get to Pan and accept the drink. It smelled of black current juice and some kind of alcohol. Rum?

   “Two things,” I started. “One, Where did you get the booze? And two, I can’t get drunk,”

   “We nicked it from pirates that visit every now and then,” he said settling back down on the log by the fire. “And your powers are blocked by my cuff so yes you can,”

I sat down next to him, sensing a few disgruntled stares but I ignored them. I looked at him sideways, still not trusting him. 

   “Why are you only now being nice to me?” I asked quietly. “It’s been over an entire moon cycle and you never once even hinted at caring so forgive me if i don’t believe you,”

   “Like I said before,” he paused to take a sip of his drink. “I look after all these lost boys. You don’t have to trust me just yet, it’s okay,”

   “Do I have to stay in my cage?” I asked carefully.

   “No that’s why I let you out,” he looked at me confused.

   “I mean like when I sleep and stuff,” I put my cup on the ground by my feet, not trusting the contents. “Can I make a tent or something?”

   “You already have one,” he said plainly, picking up my cup and drinking from it. 

   “What?” I eyed him questioningly.

   “I made one for you just a minute ago,” He gestured to a tent a small distance from the others, hidden slightly by trees and bushes.

   “How did you do that so fast?” I asked.

   “Magic, duh,” he nudged my shoulder with his making me flinch away.

   “Sorry,” he said. “I got too comfortable,”

   “It just surprised me, that’s all,” I shook my head at his apology. “Is that tent really for me?”

he nodded, then stood and gestured for me to follow him.

He lead me to the tent which was a lot bigger once closer. I would definitely be able to stand upright inside.

Something didn’t feel right.

   “Why do all this if you’ve kept me locked in a cage for a month and a half?” I looked at him sideways.

   “I understand you’re cautious,” he lit the lantern that was hanging from the wooden door frame. “What can I do to show you I’m trust worthy?”

I held up my cuffed wrist. “Take this off for starters,”

He looked hesitant, but stepped forward and took hold of my hand, examining the teeth marks in the cuff.

   “I see you already tried that,” he chuckled lightly. “I don’t keep it on to make you vulnerable, I keep it on so the boys feel safer. They know you’re more powerful than they are,”

   “I’m not going to hurt a bunch of children,” I said quietly. “What i did to those hunters was half self preservation half loss of control due to the moon. I have control when the moon isn’t full,”

He looked at me like he was considering it.

   “Just please take it off,” I begged. “I don’t like feeling like this. Felix terrifies me and unless i have my power I can’t defend against him. You can put the cuff back on during the full moon, just please, please, take it off,”

Pan was quiet for a long time. but then he nodded.

He waved his hand over my wrist and the cuff disappeared.

Almost straight away my eyes shifted.

I gasped and stumbled back a little as my power rushed through me.

   “Are you okay?” he asked carefully, holding his hand out as if ready to catch me if i fell.

   “I’ve missed this,” I felt a smile creeping up on my face. “Where can I get that drink?”

Pan and I sat by the fire, laughing and drinking for a while, constantly getting odd looks from the boys.

After maybe an hour, one of the boys, maybe 15 came up to us and asked if he could ask me some questions.

   “What kind of questions?” I asked in return.

   “Just stuff about you and your powers,” he sat down on the ground in front of me. “Can I or not?”

   “You can ask but depending on the question I might not answer,” I shrugged. “But first whats your name?”

   “This is Alfie,” Pan said.

   “Thanks but I asked him,” I smiled at Alfie. “What are your questions?”

   “Well the first one is what actually are you?” he said very quickly.

   “No one told you?” I looked at Pan, confused and surprised. “I’m a werewolf,”

   “Oh cool,” he looked excited. 

What a little nerd. I laughed to myself.

   “Can I see your teeth?” he leant forward a little as he asked quietly.

   “Uhm,” I was a little surprised by this. I just decided to be honest. “Maybe some day. But I haven’t fully shifted in over a month so I want to give it a bit of time. Is that okay?”

   “Yeah I guess,” he looked disappointed. “Is there anything you can do that is okay?”

I looked at Pan and he nodded, encouraging me.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt them shift from (y/e/c) to their bright blue as I opened them and looked at Alfie.

He gave a small gasp but smiled like a kid with a science project. He wasn’t scared. He was curious.

   “THAT IS AWESOME!” he shouted, startling a number of lost boys, including myself.

   “Aha thanks,” I laughed. I looked around at the boys nervously and the all averted their gazes.

   “Alright,” Pan suddenly stood up. “Time for bed everyone,”

A few grumbles were heard from the boys but they all trudged off towards their tents and little huts.

I also stood and headed to my own tent after saying goodnight to Alfie and watching him jog away to his hut.

   “You didn’t end up looking inside your tent, did you?” Pan asked.

   “Nah not yet,” I shook my head. “Is there anything fancy in there I should be aware of? Chains, traps, monkshood?”

   “Monkshood?” he repeated, tilting his head to the side questioningly.

   “Don’t worry it’s just a flower I don’t like,” I chuckled at my own little joke, slightly thankful he didn’t know what I was talking about.

   “Uhm alright then…” he sighed with a slight laugh at the end. “There’s no traps or anything, unless Felix has decided to sabotage the place I made for you. Which I doubt he would unless he wants to add to his scar collection,”

I looked at him in surprise. “You gave him that scar?”

   “He pissed me off,” he shrugged.

   “Remind me not to do that then,” I mumbled.

   “Anyway I should show you around your tent,” he tugged aside the door flap and ushered me inside.

It was a lot more roomy than I was expecting. As I had assumed, it was plenty tall enough for me to stand up straight inside. The fabric that made the tent was a deep red. Against the far wall was a floor level cot-type bed made up of a mattress surrounded by a wooden frame and a pile of pillows and blankets stacked neatly at the foot. Next to the bed was a chest of draws sporting a lantern. There were only 2 drawers and they were only a foot wide but I didn’t have anything to put in them so I guess I was good for storage. There was about 4ft of space in the middle of the room and another lantern hung from the middle framework.

   “Do you like it?” Pan’s voice came from behind me, he sounded nervous.

   “It’s nice,” I said quietly. “Cosy,”

   “You’re allowed to say if you don’t like it,” he stepped beside me so he could see my face. “I can whip up something else if you’d prefer,”

   “It’s nice and cosy,” I turned to him and smiled reassuringly. “I like it,”

   “Okay, well… good,” he nodded to himself. “Sleep well Y/N,”

He left my tent quietly and I listened to him walk away until I heard the door of his tree house creak closed.

I tuned in to the other sounds around the camp and heard a few boys murmuring things, some were sleeping quietly, some were snoring.

I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around myself as the cold night air was harsh when away from the fire, and I went and sat outside on the ground by the opening to my tent. Simply listening to the island.

In my head I listed of the pros and cons of today.

Pros: I was free of my cage, Pan seemed genuinely trust worthy and the stars were bright on Neverland with no light pollution.

Cons: Felix was terrifying, I am to nervous to fully shift since I’m a month and a bit out of practice, no way to connect to the internet.

Oh well. The pros out weight the cons.

Living here would be interesting.


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chvvva  asked:

kunikida's gravity-defying hair triggers me, why is it like that it makes no sense

Ah, Kunikida’s hair. How sad, troubling and nonsensical.

This is a serious issue and I think it needs to be talked about. What kind of godforsaken abortion is that? Which disgrace of a barber created this abomination unjustly labeled as a ‘haircut’ on his unlucky scalp? 

I mean, let’s examine this scandal piece by piece. You take a look at the bangs and well, they’re a bit unruly but still tolerable, hell, they kinda look like Odasaku’s. Except they’re parted sideways while still having the two little strands of equal length. 

These little fuckers here. With the parting being on one side, it’s like the whole thing makes a feeble and anemic attempt at being asymmetrical and symmetrical at the same time, ultimately failing at both things. It’s like those little hairs are shouting ‘Hey, the hairdresser butchered us, but give us a golden star for trying!’.

And then there are these gravity defying things which you took issue with, and rightfully so. What kind of 90s shonen anime bullshit is this?? Is he smearing gel all over his hair every other hour, is that one of his ideals??? Those spikes must be so rock solid that he could stab the living shit out of you just by headbutting you… In fact, I’d like to courteously ask him to do so after subjecting myself to looking at his haircut for so long to make this post. Those locks don’t even flow in the wind, they don’t even move. They just rigidly stand sideways, especially on the left (director’s right) side of his head and they make me so uncomfortable.

AND THEN THERE’S THIS.

THIS GODDAMN????

WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS????

This is the worst of all, that’s why I left it for the end. It’s just…   Please??? Decide what hair length you want?????? Either keep it long or cut off all of it???? BUT DON’T GIVE ME THIS HALFWAY MEASURE, I STG. No, dawg, it doesn’t work this way. My buddy, my pal. You either have the cool spicy action protagonist hair, or you have the mysterious bishie long hair. You can’t have both, you need to pick one. You can’t just take half of one then half of the other and slap the two together. Look, I love instant noodles and I love bread with salmon, but that doesn’t mean I can drench the fucking salmon bread into the bucket of noodle soup, you get me? Don’t be too greedy with haircuts because this is what happens.

And I have no idea whether there’s official art with his hair untied or not, but you know what, just thinking about how embarrassing that would look makes me not want to find out. I will live with the mystery. But just so you know, Kunikida, you’re a great champ, interesting character. You got a bit of a stick up your ass, but that’s a personality trait, so it’s fine. YOUR HAIRCUT, HOWEVER, is the furthest possible thing from ‘fine’ and I suggest you walk up to your hairdresser and demand multiple refunds because this is unacceptable. 

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Gif is mine

but could you maybe please do one where Gibbs takes the reader horse riding when she’s stressed 

Requested by Anon~


You didn’t think riding a horse would be so scary. Thankfully, Jethro was behind you, one hand on your hip to keep you steady. But the ground was still a long way away.

When you looked sideways to inspect how far away the ground was, Gibbs nudged you from behind. “Hey. Focus on what I’m telling you.” The Marine said before he reached out and grabbed the reins. You were hesitant to hold them, fearing you might mess something up, but then Gibbs smirked from behind and guided your hands to grab the reins. “You’re alright; just give ‘em a little tug.”

His hands backed away, giving you full control over the horse. With a small, steadying breath, you did as he told you and gave a little tug to the side, The horse immediately started to move, and it startled you. Gibbs quickly wound an arm around your midsection, a deep chuckle coming up from his chest. “In what world is horseback-riding something you do to relax?”

“You’ll learn to love it.”

i-just-wanted-a-snack  asked:

Can I get accidental boob grab for Ibuki pls-

Yes. You can

Request: Ibuki Mioda when S/O accidentally grabs her boobs

  • You went to hug her
  • And she you
  • But you closed your arms horizontally too early
  • She was too far away
  • So you just
  • Placed your hands on her boobs sideways
  • She stopped everything
  • I swear she stopped breathing
  • She just keeps looking at you
  • Then your hands
  • Then you
  • She’s stopped working
  • Her face has gone cheery red
  • “JSAINSOIFAISNFDNAD!!”
  • She slaps your hands away and spins around
  • “WHATWHATWHATAREYOUDOINGAHHAHHHHHHH!”
  • Her hands are on her face and she stamps her feet up and down on the spot
  • Kinda looks like she wants to run on the spot
  • But she’s just rubbing her face with how bright she is
  • You’re apologising profusely
  • She seems really unsure what she’s doing
  • So she just squeaks and runs away
  • Dragging you behind her
  • To somewhere where you’re alone
  • And then she just looks at you
  • Inhales
  • And then begins to lecture you on why that was inappropriate
  • “…But Ibuki isn’t saying she didn’t like it…”
  • Cue more blushing
“Beanbagging” SFW Preview

Hey, dudes. I’ve been working on a fic and figured I’d go ahead and put out a preview for it while I plan the end of it. This is all of the relatively SFW content before we bring out the big guns. If you want to read the full fic, in all its NSFW glory, it’ll be tagged as ‘Beanbagging’ if you want to look out for it. It will also be on AO3 under the same name!

(LINK TO FULL NSFW FIC HERE)

Enjoy reading!


The little pixelated man jumped up and down on screen, dodging monsters, grabbing coins, and putting his life on the line, while Jeremy Heere sat in the comfort of his room. He was doing pretty well, actually. He almost always had a lower score than Michael, who seemed to be having a bit of an off day in Apocalypse of the Damned. Jeremy heard the tell tale 8bit whoops of a fallen comrade as the other character on screen twirled head over heels and died.

Jeremy looked over to his best friend in the beanbag beside his own, with a look of concern. Michael was never this bad at Apocalypse. The last time Jeremy could remember Michael being this off in a game was the day Michael had first asked him out on a date five months ago.

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