what happens when i try to be funny

this is very irrelevent to @jakei95‘s ded times probably

but let me contribute by me making my aunt turn around after finding this piece of gold while she was lost this afternoon out in the wilderness.

i find it funny i came across this as i was scrolling through their tumblr since i’ve been inactive lately- i guess you could say it’s a sign-

Oh by the way. To any followers who aren’t into SnK..... I’m really sorry. You’re going to have to suffer every Saturday until it’s over. My condolences.
when around a crush...

my brain: be cool, don’t act too interested otherwise they’ll notice somethings up and  do not try and be funny because you might end up embarrassing yourself.

then what ends up happening: comes across as uninterested to the point of boredom and seems boring with no originality

me: why am I like this

anonymous asked:

Writting Prompt: Danny cries in his sleep, sometimes really loud. And screams. Once he even transform while sleeping. The problem is, he start to doing it when he fall asleep in class. Hope it's good enough to write

angst oh god what is with this phandom and angst okay here’s ur angst with a heavy dose of weird millennial humour because this bitch can’t angst without a metric fuck of comedy sprinkled all over the place

also I’m sick and wrote half of this in the middle of the night while feverish so like, I did my best

“OKAY THIS IS FINE.” Danny said aloud to the floor. He didn’t really intend the floor to be the recipient of his ire but it was where his face was currently planted so it would just have to ding darn diddly deal with it.

Danny had experienced his fair share of being stuck in awkward positions but this one had rivalled many of his top ten, and he hadn’t even been thrown across a room by a ghost to achieve it! Nope, he just fell out of bed.

One arm was flung out before him, the other awkwardly pulled behind his back, still twisted up in his bedsheets, along with his leg. Just the one leg, the other was hanging - in quite a remarkable display of inhuman dexterity - over his shoulder.

All it took was some gut wrenching, heart stopping, bile inducing nightmares. Nothing fancy really, just the visceral image of everyone he loved and cared about DYING from TOO MUCH FIRE right in front of his eyes as he watched helplessly. Yep.

“THIS IS FINE.” Danny said again, a little louder this time. The carpet smelled like feet, Danny decided maybe he should take his eating hole off the gross floor before he caught a foot fungus on his lip. He knew it was possible, it happened to Ricky Marsh once at camp.

Yeah Danny should REEEAAAALLY get his face off that carpet. Right now, yep. He was gonna get up at this very mome-

Jazz heard a loud snore come from Danny’s bedroom. He was supposed to be up half an hour ago, school started in ten minutes. But she knew he had a plate piled high with superhero shenanigans that kept him up at obnoxiously late hours nine nights out of ten. The bags under his eyes could hold all the homework he never got done, with extra space for his unfinished chores.

Jazz was fully prepared to sneak in and firmly tuck him into bed with ghost proof sheets, a lie, an excuse and at least three compromises balanced on her tongue ready to jump at any parent and/or teacher that wanted her brother out of the warm sanctuary of bed today. Then she heard his gentle snores twist into a devastatingly soul crushing little whimper.

Oh boy, that wasn’t good.

Jazz opened her brother’s bedroom door and quietly peered inside to find… no one. He wasn’t there. Typical ghost bullshi-

Jazz had almost closed the door when she heard it again, that tiny little whimper. Was he invisible? She thought to herself, barely acknowledging how fucking weird her life had gotten that that question came so naturally to her.

Jazz padded into the room and found that Danny had, somehow, managed to fall asleep on the floor beside his bed. One leg still hanging in the air via blanket sling, it was almost funny, until he screamed that is.

Jazz nearly jumped out of her spotty blue socks when a noise ripped out of her sleeping brother’s throat, a noise that honestly could have come from the cutting room floor of a horror flick that was deemed too terrifyingly violent to be shown on screens literally anywhere. His back was arched, his mouth wide, hands curled in on themselves, he almost looked as though he were convulsing.

It stopped suddenly, with a gasp and a jolt Danny woke. He didn’t shoot up or flail about, he just laid down on the floor, eyes blearily noticing that there was another person in the room. Jazz sat down by his side as he wiped his face, staring at the tears on his hands.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Danny glared at her.

“Sorry, standard question.” Jazz mumbled as she unhooked his foot from the clinging bedsheets. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Danny, still laying on the floor, swung his right arm around, it had gone numb and tingly, the kind of numb and tingly that really hecking hurt when he started moving it again, yeesh.

“I had this really gnarly dream,” he started as he massaged his arm, Jazz listened intently. “I ordered a sandwich without mayo but when I bit into it there was mayo like, EVERYWHERE and-”

Jazz dropped a pillow on his face.

“That was rude.” Danny’s muffled voice grumbled.

“If you don’t want to talk about it you can just say so instead of being an asshole.” Jazz huffed as she found a pair of jeans and a shirt that were Clean Enough and threw them at the pillow. “You were crying and screaming, I was WORRIED.”

Danny pulled the pillow and clothes away and looked at his sister, actually looked her in the face. Her eyebrows were pulled tight and she was gnawing on her bottom lip, she really did look worried. Danny sat up and fished a somewhat pungent binder from under his bed, Pariah’s Oath he really needed to do his laundry.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” he stared down at his hands, face suspiciously neutral.

“Okay.” Jazz’s voice was gentle, she wasn’t going to push it, she’d learned a long time ago that it always just made things worse. “That’s okay, just know you can always talk to me, alright?”

Danny stood up and stretched, joints cracking and popping in a way that made Jazz want to barf. He could feel his arm again, thank the Ancients.

“You say that now, but every time a new rocket model comes out-”

“Bye Danny.” Jazz fucked off faster than Johnny’s shadow at dawn, absolutely Not wanting to stick around for another geeky space rant. Danny’s shit eating grin followed her out the door until it clicked shut, suddenly dropping back into the deadass tired face of a student who was entirely convinced that consistent sleep schedules were a myth.

He was not okay, ooooh he was so not okay.

Falling asleep again had been a mistake, a GRAVE mista- no okay, no, that pun was just inappropriate. He’d just had not one, but TWO disgustingly detailed nightmares about Literally Everyone dying, death puns were OFF the table right now.

Regular puns were still on the cards though, he thought to himself as he plopped his Little Pocket Book of Puns on top of a deck of cards sitting on his desk. He was proud of that one, in fact he snapchatted it, his smug face squeezed into the corner of the shot by the words ‘passng chem is off the cards bt my puns arnt’. It was easy to fool people with photos, he only had to pull off one good smile and people thought he was fine.

The flood of horrified snapchats he received in return made him giddy. Everything from a two minute video of Valerie trying not to hurl to a picture of Dash’s middle finger. Danny grinned, his grin looked genuine, it was not.

“This is fine.” he lied.


Danny barely made it through the door before the bell went off, he celebrated his victory with a very brief and offensively outdated dance move before Tucker threw a pen at his head and the teacher told him to sit down before he hurt himself.

Danny’s goofy grin remained plastered onto his face as he sat next to Tucker, who was giving him the kind of look that was usually reserved for the weird surrealist internet videos Nathan always tagged him in on Facebook.

“You are like…” Tucker started, fiddling with the broken nib of his stylus. “Super hyper today what the fu-”

“Language, Foley.” the homeroom teacher deadpanned from behind his book.

“Sorry sir! But seriously what the fuck dude.” Tucker continued at a still very perceptible volume. The teacher sighed heavily.

“It’s cool I’m fine I just got like two hours of sleep and drank five coffees in ten minutes I think I can hear colours.” Danny’s eye twitched.

Tucker didn’t laugh, Danny was trying to be funny but it was like, twelve year old funny. He sighed and lowered his voice.

“You’re having nightmares again aren’t you.” Tucker stared through Danny’s plastic grin with serious eyes. “We talked about this Danny, I told you to STOP faking this shit with me. You know what happens when you don’t get enough sleep, you get really fucking weird.”

“Did you get my snapchat this morning?” Danny asked as though he hadn’t heard a single word his best friend had just said.

“Yes, it was awful and I hate you.” The jab had no bite, Tucker couldn’t stand seeing Danny like this, it was like some awful parody of his friend amped up to eleven. He didn’t bother trying to talk sense into him, sense was gone, sense was out the window, sense was on the next plane to god damn Timbuktu.

Danny’s giddiness didn’t let up a single inch throughout their first couple of morning classes. He had stupid jokes and shitty puns hidden up every sleeve in the building, and the tiniest little thing would set him off giggling. Star smacked a fly with a ruler, Danny literally fell off his chair laughing.

Mr Lancer gave Tucker permission to drag Danny out into the hallway to calm down. Tucker grimaced in apology as he dragged along a snorting Danny by the sleeve, the rest of the class having a good laugh of their own.

“Do you think he’s like, actually on drugs or something?” Tucker heard Paulina whisper not even remotely quietly as they left the room.

The moment the classroom door had closed, Tucker slammed Danny against the wall.

“DUDE! GET. A. GRIP.” Tucker was not even in the general vicinity of fucking around right now. Danny needed to chill his tits before he got into serious trouble, the last thing he needed was a detention lumped on top of the pile of reasons Danny’s life was a train wreck.

Danny clenched his teeth, his eyes were wide, too wide. Then his mouth curled up and a laugh squeezed its way through taught lips. Oh no, not again. Not on Tucker’s watch. Before the next giggle fit could get into full swing Tucker had pulled out his drink bottle, uncapped it, and dumped the entirety of its contents on Danny’s stupid guffawing head.

A cough and a splutter later and Danny was sitting on the floor, the stupid grin officially washed from his face.

“Can we talk like actual human beings now?” Tucker asked, the plastic water bottle thudding emptily on the ground.

“I’m not an ‘actual human being’. So no. I can’t.” Danny’s voice was short and clipped, his expression stony.

Tucker slumped to the floor next to his best friend, ignoring the puddle he was half sitting in. They sat in silence for a bit, listening to Mr Lancer’s muffled voice droning on about adverbs or something. A squeak from someone’s shoe echoed down the empty hall. A fluorescent light flickered. Danny winced.

“You wanna borrow my earphones? I’ve got some chill tunes if you need to like, shut everything out for a bit.” Tucker held the tangled cords out to Danny who promptly stuck them in his ears and buried his face in his arms. It was all just, just too much right now.

He threw his hands over his ears when the bell rang, Tucker put a gentle arm around his shoulder.

“C'mon, it’s about to get really loud out here.” he said quietly, taking Danny by the arm and leading him to their next class. It was history, they were watching a movie. Perfect. Tucker rolled up his jacket and put it on the desk in front of Danny.

“Try and sleep a bit, if you can. You can copy my notes later.”

Tucker was a good friend.

Danny put his head down, Tucker’s chill playlist still thrumming softly in his ears. He didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to see everyone die again, but his eyes could barely stay open. He read somewhere online that just laying down and resting was still good for you, even if he didn’t sleep he could still get some energy back at least, maybe.

He was out like a light the moment his head hit Tucker’s jacket.

The dream was never the same. Every time it started as just a regular weird ass dream, he was at the Nasty Burger, but he was sitting at his kitchen table. His friends were there, so was some guy he’d never met, they were talking about monster trucks or… something. The guy he didn’t know was showing him a song he wrote, it was gentle and calm, Danny liked it.

That was when the Guys in White showed up. They’d been there before, but not every time. Danny remembered the last dream he had, vaguely, he didn’t know he was dreaming now, but he knew what was going to happen next.

“RUN!” he tried to scream, but his voice came out strangled and quiet. Sam and Tucker kept chatting, they couldn’t see the danger, the strange guy started playing a different song, he had an acoustic guitar now and was on a stage that wasn’t there before.

The Guys in White aimed their ectoguns, knocking off shots around the entire Nasty Burger, Valerie collapsed behind the counter, had she always been there? Jazz was next, she was reading a book on the lounge that had definitely been there the whole time. Danny kept trying to scream, but his throat just couldn’t make anything more than a strangled rasping noise.

Sam and Tucker collapsed before him, the music changed again, the guy on the stage had a smoking hole in his chest, he was playing a cello now. The music was calm, soft and gentle, it hadn’t stopped during the shooting. The GIW agent at the head of the group turned to Danny, face splitting into an evil grin, flaming hair licking at his temples, it wasn’t a GIW agent any more. It had never been a GIW agent.

Danny tried to transform, he needed to save them, they were dead but he NEEDED to save them, if he could go ghost, if he could change he could fix this. His core felt so far away, the cold chill within him just JUST out of his grasp. Why couldn’t he change? WHY COULDN’T HE CHANGE?

Tucker sat at his desk in the dark classroom, taking halfassed notes about… something something president Washington. Hadn’t they already covered this? A flash at the edge of his vision pulled his tired gaze over to the sleeping mess beside him. Danny made a noise, a whimper? It sounded like he was trying to say something.

“Ru… ru-” Danny muttered, voice broken and, oh god he sounded so terrified.

Tucker’s heart splintered into tiny little pieces, and those tiny pieces shattered until his heart was basically just a pile of powder, really sad and devastated powder. Concentrated melancholy, in powder form. He nudged Danny.

“Danny, Danny wake up. Dude you’re talking in your sleep, WAKE UP.” Tucker was super worried, like beyond overprotective mother worried, if Danny said something incriminating in his sleep, if he said something about PHANTOM-

“Gotta… go-” a strand of silver began to creep through Danny’s dark hair.

Oh fuck.

Tucker shook Danny as violently as he subtly could, he needed to wake up. He needed to wake the fuck up right the fuck right NOW. FUCK. It was panic time, shit was getting dangerously identity revealing up in here and Tucker had to do something about it.

More silver was weaving through Danny’s hair, flickers of a dark, skin tight costume appearing for only the briefest of anxiety inducing moments. They were sitting in the back corner of the room, no one had noticed that anything was wrong yet, but someone would. Someone would notice SOON if Tucker couldn’t get Danny to wAKE THE HECKING FUCK HELL UP.

“Danny I swear to god if you don’t wake up I’m going to kill the rest of you. WAKE. UP.” How was Tucker supposed to wake him up without drawing attention to- oh good lordy fucK HIS HAIR.

Tucker pulled Danny’s hood over his head as quickly as he could nearly half a second after a flash of white overtook his entire scalp. Had anyone noticed?? Tucker glanced around the room, nobody was looking, thank christ Wes wasn’t in this class.

Tucker tucked the white strands into the hood as best he could manage before texting Sam as fast as his fingers would allow.

Sam was in the middle of copying some crap about photosynthesis that she already knew when she felt her phone buzz. It was from Tucker, and if his spelling was anything to go by, he was in trouble.


Sam got the gist.

Pretending she was about to vomit everywhere was an easy way out of the classroom, and from there it was just a quick run to the fire alarm. It wasn’t the first time Sam had pulled off a fake emergency, she smashed the glass and hit the button with no hesitation, fuck the consequences. From there she just had to figure out where Danny and Tucker were, they all had copies of each other’s classes in case of just such emergencies.

History, they had history. She knew which room that was.

Sam took off running, boots thundering through the crowds of students filtering out of their classrooms. Sam could barely hear the alarm over the sound of her heart beat thudding in her ears, she didn’t have time to panic and worry, something was wrong and the most important thing right now was finding out what it was and if her friends were okay.

Someone noticed her through the crowd though. As she smashed through a group of kids coming out of a maths class, one guy caught her gaze, one guy decided to follow. Jesus shit she did NOT have the time for this.

Sam detoured down a seperate hallway, the tall redhead on her tail easily keeping pace, why couldn’t he just mind his own god damn business for once and, you know what? Sam thought, FUCK IT.

Another detour into an empty classroom and she had him. Bursting through the door after her, Wes looked around fervently, expecting to find Danny in some kind of juicy compromising situation. What he got was a surprise boot to the gut and he hit the deck like a sack of bricks.

Sam didn’t waste a second before bolting from the room, Wes had already taken up enough of her precious time.

Wes coughed and wheezed and tried to drag a breath into his aching abdomen, she’d clocked him a damn heavy blow and his body was not cooperating until it had a good few moments to recover from Whatever The Fuck Just Happened.

Damn it he was so close!

“Alright everyone, out onto the parking lot, like we do literally every other week.” The history teacher droned, his voice dry. He didn’t even bother making sure everyone left the room before walking out himself, it was probably a ghost attack anyway. These things lost their sense of urgency after the last fifty billion times, the only reason he didn’t make everyone get back into their seats was for legal reasons and honestly, he could really use the smoke break.

Tucker made a show of getting up to leave, but once he and Danny were the only two left he immediately dropped his shit and whammo’d his fists down on Danny’s desk.

“WAKE UP!” He yelled as Sam slid haphazardly into the room, clocking her hip on the teacher’s desk as she failed to reign in her momentum. She struggled with her footing for a moment before catching herself and racing up to the back of the class.

“Is he okay? What’s happening??” she asked, breathlessly.

Tucker lifted the hood from Danny’s bright-ass silvery hair.

“He’s transforming in his sleep and I can’t get him to wake up.” Tucker rushed out in one breath before grabbing Danny by the shoulders. “WAKE. UP. WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!!” Tucker screamed while shaking him with about as much tenderness as an irate Skulker on illegal performance enhancing ghost drugs. Finally, it was enough.

Danny jolted roughly, spasmed almost, and opened his fluorescent green eyes. Sam and Tucker took a quick step back in case he lashed out, but he didn’t. Danny’s hands gripped at the table hard enough to leave gouges in the sharpie-graffiti stained surface as his breath came out laboured and rasping. Tears smeared across his cheeks and dripped from his nose and chin.

He blinked, hard, before finally raising his head from the desk, looking remarkably disoriented. He was still flickering in and out of ghost form, disappearing from view entirely a few times as well, but it was slowing down as he took a few deep, shuddering breaths. Soon enough he was calm enough to stick to one form, human fortunately.

Sam breathed out a sigh and sat heavily on the nearest chair. He was okay and god she needed to sit down and catch the breath she’d left behind in science class.

Tucker sat beside Danny - who was now vigorously rubbing at his face - and took back his earphones, Sam could hear something that sounded like a cello playing through the small speakers

Tucker got through maybe the first two syllables of the standard 'are you okay?’ when he was abruptly cut off by a mildly lisping giggle.

Wes stood half through the doorway, phone out and trained on Danny’s previously unstable form. He looked a little pale and seemed to be having trouble breathing but that didn’t stop a wide shit eating grin from stretching across his freckled cheeks.

“Gotcha.” he sneered before turning on his heel and fleeing in unbridled glee.

Sam had recovered quickly from her previous run, she was on him like the Box Ghost on a roll of bubble wrap. Tucker heard the pounding of two sets of feet followed by a loud THUD, a squeal, and then what sounded suspiciously like a phone being heavily stomped on by a very firmly placed boot. The groaning came after that, punctuated with some extremely foul language that may have been spluttered through a bleeding nose and/or lip.

Sam came back into the room with a crushed phone in one hand and bloody knuckles on the other. She wasn’t dicking around, not today.

“You okay Danny?” she asked, getting only a tired glare in response. “Sorry, standard question.”

Sam picked up Danny’s backpack and put her hand out for him to take, he grasped it gratefully and she pulled him up from his chair as Tucker wound an arm around his waist. With the support of the two actual greatest people in the whole damn world, Danny walked out of the school and into the parking lot where an exasperated principal Ishiyama was counting heads and calling names.

“Equal Rites! What were you three still doing inside? Get into your- Mr Fenton are you alright?” Mr Lancer’s angry stride softened into a quick jog, concern weaving it’s way through his face at the sight of Danny’s red eyes and wet cheeks.

“He uh, had a head on collision with Wes on our way out.” said Sam, like a liar. “Took a corner too fast and copped a hit to the nose so his eyes got all teary, but he’s okay.”

“Wes might need a little help though.” Tucker added on. “We offered but he’s pretty much convinced we just rammed him on purpose and he threatened to tell everyone we beat him up sooo we kinda just left him on the floor.”

Lancer rubbed at his brow, exasperated. He did NOT have the time for Wes shenanigans. He took a quick look at Danny’s face, checking for any bleeding, satisfied when he could find none he sent the three on their way to get their names marked off before he headed back to the school building to find Wes.

“Thanks.” Danny squeezed Sam and Tucker tenderly, never wanting to let them go. He was so glad they were here, he was so glad they were alive.

“Sleepover at my place tonight.” Tucker declared. “No exceptions, there’s gonna be cuddle piles and maybe a pillow fort, but definitely lots of these.” he gave Danny a big ol’ smooch on the forehead and pulled him in for a tight hug. “You’re gonna be fine man, you’ll be okay.”

Sam jumped on and threw her arms around both her boys, pressing her lips against Danny’s cheek.

“We’re not going anywhere, okay? We’re gonna sleep right beside you and tell those fucking nightmares to fuck right off, just like last time.” Sam gave him a hearty thump on the back that might have knocked over a regular human, but Danny barely shifted.

What in Ring and Crown’s name did he ever do to deserve these two.

That night after a coma inducing amount of junk food and soft drink Danny passed out smushed between Sam and Tuck in what was pretty much the most affectionate and down right adorable Danny Sandwich either of them had ever made.

He dreamed of the three of them beating the shit out of Dan with Fenton Anti-Creep Sticks. He hadn’t slept so well in years.

Questions for Tarot Reading

Sometimes it is very difficult to come up with questions for tarot readings on the spot, whether you are giving the reading to yourself or if you are getting it done by another. Here is a small guide to hopefully help you with better wording your questions.

What shouldn’t you ask?

A good place to start is with what you probably should avoid. This does change reader to reader so this is not always true, but some typical things are:

  • Avoid Yes/No questions, these may be fine for pendulum readings but they are very difficult for tarot reading which gives you more details than a simple yes or no. Limiting yourself to yes/no questions can make the reading more difficult to interpret and even in my case when I get yes/no questions I am sometimes left baffled at what the card could mean.
  • Avoid questions that dig into another’s life. This could vary between readers, though such questions can be rather rude such as asking how two other people’s relationship is going or asking about a person’s secret life like “what is K keeping from me?”. these are generally avoided because well, they are rude and can make readers uncomfortable. Instead try to reword these questions such as “How could I improve my relationship with K, i feel like we are distant?” It is much more proper and involves you showing more appropriate interest in this person’s life
  •  Try not to ask outrageous questions. This should be a bit obvious but asking a tarot reader “how will the world end” or “when will WW3 happen” etc may seem funny but again, it is a bit rude. It is very mocking to us, try to ask questions we can actual try to answer. 
  • Don’t ask about your own death or when/how you will die. Though this is not agreed on by every reader, I know myself and many are uncomfortable with this question and will not answer for numerous reasons, including that we don’t want to scare or panic someone.
  • Health and Medical Advice. many tarot readers are not comfortable answering questions about your health or the health of others. We are not doctors or medical professionals, go and ask these questions to someone with knowledge in the subject, not us
  • Mental Health/Illness questions. Many tarot readers will not answer these questions because again, we are not professionals. Please seek professional help about your mental illnesses.
  • Always ask the tarot reader what questions they are not comfortable answering. This varies so much between person to person, so if they are doing free readings or event readers, check their FAQ if they have one or ask them what questions they are uncomfortable in asking. They will appreciate your courtesy and it can also ensure you don’t end up asking things that they won’t want to answer.

How can I come up with good Questions to ask?

This is a bit more difficult than what you can’t ask for it, again varies person to person. But as a general list of suggestions, here are some common questions that many don’t mind answering and can be nice for you too:

  • How will my week/month/year go? Simple but good for a general overall reading
  • How can I improve my relationship with _____? Not too nosy into the other person’s life and also gives you some information you can work with
  • How will my schoolwork/career go this month/term? 
  • I feel distant from _____ how can we best approach this problem?
  • What should I focus on this month?
  • What is holding me back? What can I do to improve myself?
  • What energies are around me today/this week/month?
  • What should I be more aware of in my life?
  • What is something i have been blind to recently?
  • I want to improve my ____, how can I approach this?
  • What are some good things coming my way?
  • What are some bad things coming my way?

There are many other questions you can ask but these ones above are some good general ones to start with.

When asking questions, try to make them about you rather than others. This is because you are the one getting the reading, not the other person. Plus, again some tarot readers may have personal preferences not to answer questions relating to another person’s life without their permission.

Remember not all tarot readers will do the same things! Always ask, if they don’t mention it in their FAQ if they are comfortable answering the following:

  • Love/Romantic Readings: I know other tarot readers who will not answer questions related to whether your crush likes you or how another person’s relationship is going. It makes some people uncomfortable due to lack of consent in some forms of these.
  • Communicating with Spirits or the Dead: not all tarot readers work with spirits so they may not wish to try to communicate with them
  • Questions about the Deceased or Death: again, some people are really uncomfortable with these types of questions
  • Deities: not all tarot readers are willing to communicate with your deity for you or see how your deity feels, especially when they are not connected to that deity or have a very different religious standing. Please respect that
  • Past Life Readings: not all tarot readers believe in past lives so not all will be willing to do a past life reading
  • Spreads: Not all tarot readers if they are offering you free readings will be using spreads. Spreads take time and a lot more energy 
  • Entity Communication: these would include communication with fae, merfolk, dragons, angels, demons, guides/guardians, and many other things. Not all tarot readers are willing to interact with these entities for you, especially if they are inexperienced with them or uncomfortable.
  • Revenge Readings: these would include questions related to how you can get someone back for something they did, if they will get punished for it, etc. Again, many readers may not be comfortable with these types of readings due to how aggressive and the wish of harm to come onto another can put people off.

Please always remember that tarot readers will be doing the absolute best to give you a clear, accurate reading. But, take readings with a grain of salt, things change all the time, so the reading may not always be 100% accurate. Don’t attack the reader for this, for they are trying their hardest to give you a good reading. Things aren’t always accurate, though we all try to be as accurate as possible to give you good advice. Sometimes the reading may seem like one thing will happen but something else happens, we readers make mistakes too. We are human. And the future is ever changing. Just remember that a reading you are given is never carved in stone.

I hope this has been helpful to you all and has aided you in understanding what questions to ask when getting a reading done. Have a wonderful day all of you!

BTS: Reaction to you crying

•Jin: The second your tears started, he panicked. He was concerned for you. “(Y/n), talk to me. Why are you crying?” He grabbed onto your shoulders. “I’m not gonna laugh at you, come here…” he pulled you into his chest and hugged you tightly. 

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

•Yoongi: At first he didn’t know what to do. You rarely cried and when you did it was because something really big happened. He felt really bad but he was really awkward in these situations. He sat there fidgeting with his phone before he gently pulled you into his chest and looked away from you. “Are… you ok?” He rubbed your back gently.

Originally posted by fullfangirling27

•Namjoon: He instantly felt like it was his fault. He would ask, “is it because I broke your makeup mirror?” But it only made it worse because you didn’t even know it was broken. He’d try to put on sunglasses and make funny faces to make you feel better, but he’d just break those too. He gave up and hugged onto your body to try calming you down.

Originally posted by officialmonstaxmemes

•Hoseok: He’d feel really protective of you. He doesn’t like seeing his princess upset. “Baby…” He sat in front of your curled up body and grabbed onto your shoulders. “You’re too precious to cry. What’s wrong?” He’d make funny faces and weird sounds to make you laugh, which he was shortly successful in. “There she is, my gorgeous girl.”

Originally posted by nycbtslover

•Jimin: He’d get really sad to see you like this and he himself would tear up. He would pinch your cheeks and gently play with them to try and get you to smile. He’d start to tell you funny stories about him and his brother, and let you in on his deepest, darkest secrets. “I have a scar on my butt.”

“Show me” You gave him innocent eyes.


Originally posted by jimintensify

•Taehyung: He was generally a happy person, so to see others sad made him feel like he didn’t try hard enough to keep them happy. “Hey are you ok..?” He grabbed your shoulders and gave you a pout. “Don’t hide things from me, tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better.”He start to play with you hair and he let you cry into his chest. 

Originally posted by cmtae

•Jungkook: It was never easy for him to see you cry. He himself didn’t cry often, but somehow you always got him emotional. It would be hard for him to handle so he’d just hug you until you stopped crying before he’d ask what’s wrong. He didn’t want you to see him cry, because he knew it would make you even more emotional. So he hid his face in your hair. 

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Hooked | Guard

Series: Worth Fighting For

Note: Hey! This is Day 1 for write-a-thon! I’m kicking it off with part one to an amazing series that I’m super excited for. Like, seriously, I’m so fucking excited to share this series with you guys. I really enjoyed writing it. Also, I’m gonna try to incorporate boxing terms into each title for this series…I’m gonna fail, but might as well try lmao.

Word Count: 3623

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Boxing

Warnings: No smut…yet.

Summary: Thomas Jefferson, a world-famous boxer who is pegged as a self-centered asshole that has everything — good looks, fame, fortune, talent — trains for his big fight against Alexander Hamilton. When he moves to Washington D.C. to be closer to his family, he meets someone who will look past his outer shell and get to know the real him.

“The #2 pound-for-pound fighter and current world cruiserweight champion, Thomas Jefferson is rumored to have moved to the DC Metro Area for personal reasons. Many are wondering how this is going to affect his preparations for his big match in three months when he defends his title against newcomer Alexander Hamil–”

Thomas turned off the TV with a sigh. He was sick of this. The media never gave him a break; they were always up in his business, exposing everything that went on in his personal life for profit. Thomas felt like he never had a break from anything. But then again, he wasn’t supposed to be taking it easy. He was supposed to be training for a huge fight he had in three months, but instead he was in his new, half-unpacked apartment in the center of D.C.

Thomas’ thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing in his right pocket. He groaned as soon as he saw the caller ID before he pressed the green button, holding it up to his ear.

“What?” Thomas snapped, somehow already annoyed with the person on the other line.

“What the hell are you doing in D.C.?”

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it’s so funny when abled people try to be like, “sometimes in life you have to do things when you don’t feel like it! i have to power through headaches and sleep deprivation sometimes too, i know it’s not easy but it’s just not practical to expect to get to lie in bed every time you feel bad!”

because like what do u think is happening whenever i’m not in bed, do u think i’m actually having good pain/energy days every single time i do a thing??

ahahahahahahaha i WISH
Minor Details (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which a walk with T’Challa makes you aware of some minor details that you missed.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,114

A/N: @the-loud-and-crazy-rabbit-pirate requested: I would like to suggest what happened after Jealousy; like Reader telling T'challa Bucky’s reaction (cause he did say he would like to know what happened with the little stunt they pulled)”. This takes place between “Jealousy” and “Knight in Shining Armor”.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Thank you for existing.

Originally posted by wukanda

“T'Challa, I don’t think this is going to work out.”

“You’re not trying.”

“I am,” you say through gritted teeth, making T'Challa laugh. “I’m glad you think this is funny.”

“You’re cute when you’re frustrated, did you know that?” When all you do is fix him with a death glare, he puts his hands up. “Fine, fine. We can stop now.”

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quick bartender rant:

i hate when i’m serving people on a first date & someone makes a joke about getting the other one drunk. it happens a LOT. & with dates of all types but most often a man says it about a woman. like, i’m refilling her wine & he is like “KEEP it COMING!” “leave the whole bottle!” “don’t stop [pouring] there!”, or if i’m recommending beer, he interrupts with “get the one that is 18% abv!” etc… like dude, i get that you’re trying to be funny, but you guys just met & what you are actually saying is you want her to lower her defenses. 

i get that it’s a social lubricant that we sometimes lean on to lower our inhibitions, but if you get to the heart of what it means, it’s fucked up. i mean, if you’re friends or already dating, it can be like a haha thing because you already know & trust this person, but it feels really gross when a virtual stranger says it to their date.

if you have to get someone drunk in order to get them to allow you to be physical, red flag. nope. & it obviously blurs the line of consent in a dangerous way.

i never laugh when this scenario happens when i am serving them, & i always keep a closer eye on if their date needs an out. i want to do more than that, like challenge the concept of it, but i haven’t figured out a way to phrase it that doesn’t make him look like an asshole. well, because he IS being an asshole here, but i can’t explicitly say that, representing the company i am working for.

i don’t know. if it was my own bar, i’d be more succinctly challenging.

You Talk Too Much

Original or requested: Original

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 1.032

Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.

“Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.

“On your knees.”

Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.

“You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”

Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.

“Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.

“You dare to…”

“Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.

“Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”

“What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”

“Why should I even listen to you?”

“It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”

“I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.

You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.

After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.

“Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?”Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”

“I’m not the kind of person who…”

“Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”

“You’re not my king.”

“Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”

“Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”

“You talk too much.”

“I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.

“What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.

“Nothing. I’m just starving. ”

“I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”

“If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”

“I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”

“How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.

A warm breeze caress your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.

“A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.

You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.

“I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.

“Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”

“I did.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?

“You son of a bitch!”

“What’s a bitch?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.

“Oh my God. You are so damn funny.”

“I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.

“You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”


“Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”

“I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.

“You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”

“You say it like it’s a curse.”

“It isn’t.”

“Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.

“I’ll stay. Well, you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”

“If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”

“Now, tell me all your sorrows.”

“We may take some hours.”

Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

12x10 Coda

Dean downs what’s left of his third beer and sets the bottle on the table, sighing heavily. Sam is already in his room – said something about wanting to read, or watch something, or whatever, and Dean pretends he doesn’t know that Sam was just trying to give him and Cas some privacy.

Dean looks at Cas, but if Cas is aware of someone’s eyes on him, he doesn’t show it. He’s nursing what has to be his seventh beer, and he’s nowhere near even slightly tipsy, which Dean supposes figures, angelic tolerance or whatever. Cas’ gaze is unfocused, and he hasn’t said anything in over half an hour, now. Dean wonders what’s going on in his mind, even though he figures it makes sense that Cas would be… lost in thought? Possibly upset? It’s been a long day.

Ten minutes come and go, and when Cas’ silence hits the forty-five-minute mark, Dean knows he can’t take it anymore.

“Alright,” he says, leaning forward and trying to catch Cas’ gaze. “Tell me.”

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i’m laughing imagine jake and amy looking after terry’s kids like trying so hard to keep them happy and nothing’s working and jake’s like “it better not be this difficult when we have kids” and amy’s like “tell me about it” and after a minute they both realise what they just said and kind of look at each other in shock and amy finally goes “we’ll talk about this later”

So I let my cousin log into her webkinz account today on my computer and all this shit went down

First, she got two of the high score of the days

Then beat her own score

And then this happened when she found a star

And finally that little fucker got three wells in the middle line. 

So basically she did in one night what i spent my entire childhood trying to do

Where in the hell was it? You knew it had to be in the bedroom somewhere… Harry was terrible at hiding things, so finding the CD of his debut album couldn’t have been that hard. You were wrong. Because here you were, about an hour and a half into the search, and all you had found was a loose button and some change. 

“Come on!” You whispered to yourself after checking the bedside drawers for the tenth time in a row. You had basically turned the entire bedroom upside down trying to find the CD, and at this point, your back was aching and you were ready to sit down and take a break. Of course, you couldn’t really take a break because this was one of those moments where Harry had gone out, so you had the entire house to yourself. “Okay, let’s do this again.” You huffed, arching your back slightly and wincing as it cracked. 

“Looking for your dignity again?” You jolted, hitting your head against the wooden base of the bed when you heard Harry’s voice by the door. 

“Haha, very funny. I’m actually looking for-” Wait. You couldn’t tell Harry you were looking for his CD. You had been begging to hear it for the longest time, and each time Harry would shoot you down and then send you off with a little kiss. After getting rejected for about the hundredth time, you decided to take matters into your own hands: You’d have to find the CD yourself, listen to all the songs while he was gone, and then slip it back into its hiding place. But for now, you obviously couldn’t do anything with Harry back home. “For my… Reading glasses?” You were a terrible liar, but it was worth a shot. 

“You mean the ones on your head?” Harry raised an eyebrow, pointing to the top of your head with a small smile. 

“Oh, there they are!” You scoffed, slapping yourself on your forehead gently. “Silly me! Well, now that I found my glasses, I can go back to reading.” 

“You sure you were only looking for your glasses?” 

“Of course!” 

“Where’s the book?” 


“I didn’t see anything downstairs.” 

“Then you must need glasses as well.” 

“What book are you reading?” 

“Harry Potter.” 

“Which one?” 

“The… 2nd one.” 

“Ah, the 2nd one. Interesting.” Harry hummed, stalling for a moment before he was suddenly zipping out of the room and back downstairs. You didn’t understand what the rush was until you realized: There was no Harry Potter book downstairs and Harry was about to find that out in a second. 

“I totally just played myself.” You muttered quietly, hearing the thud of Harry’s footsteps as he rushed back upstairs. A sheepish smile embraced your features when Harry popped in once again. 

“There’s no book.” He breathed out, raising a finger and pointing at you accusatorily. “Don’ play games with me, love. What are you really looking for?”

“Ooh, fine! I was looking for your stupid CD, alright? I thought it’d be easy to find it considering how shitty you are at hiding things.” For your birthday last year, Harry hid your present underneath his pillow. Under his pillow.  

“I already said you were gonna have to wait until May 12th jus’ like everyone else!” Harry grinned at your pouty expression. Usually, that face only came out when you really, really wanted something. 

“Harry, please!” You whined, flopping down on the bed and grabbing one of the pillows to hug. 

“It’s not happening! I love you, but it’s not happening. Nice try, though!” Harry said through giggles, walking over to look down at you. “You know what’s funny?” 


“I was going to let you listen to Kiwi because I love you tha’ much, but you called my CD stupid and my hiding skills shitty. So I change my mind.” 

You really did play yourself. 


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Jungkook - Daddy Kookie

Originally posted by jeonify

Lust/ Rough Smut

Word Count: 3.1k

Jungkook x Reader

School, the one thing I hate. School was so boring here, we couldn’t do anything but dumb assignments, tests, and projects. The teachers here are so boring, and don’t get me started on the lunches here. The only thing about school is I have my friend Janice.

“(Y/N), look over.” Janice told me in a whisper while side eyeing me, trying not to get the teacher’s attention since we were taking a quiz.

I look at her, confused for a second, but I look to my left and two seats over I see Jungkook, staring at me as always. He always stares at me for no reason. Janice always tells me he likes me, but i don’t believe her. Knowing he is the hottest guy in the school makes it hard for me to believe he likes a basic geek such as me.

It sometimes bothered me how he would just stare at me with the blankest face, but sometimes, I melt from his strong gaze, and this was one of them.

He was staring at me intensely. He looked me up and down and bit his lip as if I was a full dinner. He continued to stare even after I caught him in his act. After about 10 seconds of full eye contact, I shyly and embarrassingly look down to my converse highs, wishing I could take back those awkward 10 seconds. I try to focus on my test, and I got done early. Most of the questions probably were wrong, but I just wanted to leave the classroom. The test wasn’t even a big grade so i really didn’t care.

“here,” I quietly say, handing my teacher my test,“May I go to the bathroom?”

He nods his head, “Go quickly (Y/N), and no horseplay in the halls like last time.” He slightly slides his reading glasses down and raised an eyebrow at me, signaling how serious he was.

I frantically nod my head, agreeing to his demand. I rush out of the room, knowing Jungkook’s eyes didn’t leave my body as I walked across the room to the exit of the classroom. I take one last glance to see Janice smirking at me, and Jungkook get up and walk towards the teacher. I roll my eyes at both of them and leave the classroom, not forgetting to shut the door behind me.

Me walk down the hall to my locker. There were no classrooms there, so I just put my head against the locker to take a break.

“Such a creep” I mumble, annoyed.

Right after I said that, I feel hands on my waist. They quickly turn me around and I get slammed on my locker. I get caged in between arms. I was between my locker, and Jungkook.

“what did you say?” He asked looking me dead in the eyes. He seemed very desperate and a little mad.

I don’t reply I just look at him in shock. He lightly grabs my chin with his pointer finger and thumb, and turns my head to the right, then to the left, then back to face him. He bites his lip as he slides the same hand down my body, to the bottom of my skirt.

“So you think I’m creepy, huh?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

I continue to keep quiet. He was so beautiful, his eyes, his smile, everything about him was so hot. I could feel my cheeks as I felt his hand creep under my skirt and up my inner thigh. He leaned in close to my face, our lips not even a centimeter away.

“Why are you so shy?” He smirks, and even chuckles a bit. I shrug. “Don’t worry, I think it’s cute.” He replies. I look away again.

“You know I like you, and that I’ve liked you for a very, very long time, right?” He asked me. I slowly shake my head in reply, although I was lying. He smirked, his lips slightly blushing over mine.

“I’ll be at your house after school.” He whispers, his hot breath hitting off my lips. I can taste the cherry flavored sucker he had early in his breath.

He slowly backs up, not taking his eyes off me. He then slowly walks away back to the classroom. I forgot we had done a science project together at my house, so he knows where i live.

I watch him walk down the hall until he made the turn to go to our classroom. My breath became unsteady and I felt weak. I was so shook, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go back into the classroom with him, but I had to.

I quickly walk back to my class, worried that my teacher will think I was up to something and give me another 2 hour detention. I arrive at the door of my classroom. Before I open the door, I take a deep breath. I slowly walk in and casually walk to my seat and sit down awkwardly.

I look at Janice and she mouths ‘What happened?’ to me. I shrug and mouth back, ‘I,ll tell you about it after school.’  She nods and goes back to her test.

I look to my left and see Jungkook with a sinister smirk on his face. He slyly winks at me, and goes back to his paper. I look away in disgust. I can’t believe he is really going to my house after school, I can’t stop him.

“(Y/N), what were you doing while you were out?” My teacher asked me in concern.

“I went to the bathroom, then to my locker to get my folder.” I lied. He nodded his head and went back to his paper work.

I hear a chuckle from my left and when I look, I see Jungkook holding in his laugh. He’s so ridiculous, it’s funny. I smile at him and also try not to laugh. He can be sweet at times, but not all the time.

It’s finally the end of the day and before I leave, I meet up with Janice.

“so,” she sighs, “what happened.”

I take a deep breath, knowing I’m going to regret telling her the short story. “He came out of no where and slammed me against my locker.” I started, continuing to walk along the side of Janice. “He then asked if I knew he liked me and I said yes. He moved his hand under my ski-” I got cut off by a squealing Janice.

“I told you he liked you!” She shouted jumping up and down. we were still on school property and I looked around to see if Jungkook was anywhere and luckily he wasn’t.

“shut-up,” I said through my teeth. She stop jumping and quiets down.

“sorry” she quietly said looking at the ground.

I continue with my story. “He leaned in and we were so close, we almost kissed! He then told me that he is going to my house after school. I was so in shock I couldn’t reply. That’s when he left me. I’m just surprised that the most popular, the most hottest guy in school likes someone like me.”

“Don’t question it, (Y/N). Why is he going over your house?” She asked.

I shrug. “I don’t know.”



Janice walked me back to my house since my house was closer, and then she walked to her house. I unlock my front door and walk in, exhausted and thankful that school is over. But the day isn’t. I wasn’t sure if Jungkook was actually about to come over, but if he did, I don’t know what I would do.

I kinda do like him, although he can be creepy and annoying sometimes. I walk to my kitchen and grab a mint out of the candy dish. I unwrap it and pop it in my mouth, closing my eyes as the minty sensation covers my mouth and burns my throat. I can’t stand having bad breath at all.

I walk back into the living room and turn on spongebob, my favorite show. I continue to suck on the mint till it all dissolves.

A couple minutes later, I here a knock on my door. 'oh no’ I think to myself. I get up and slowly walk over to the door. I fix my outfit before I open the door.

I unlock and open the door to see Jungkook with his head tilted. He walks past me and into the living. “yeah, you can come in.” I say sarcastically in disgust. He is so disrespectful, just walking into my house like that without my permission.

I close the door and lock it once again, and walk over to Jungkook to see what he was up to.

“You look so sexy in your school uniform.” He compliments “And I love Converse Highs.”

I roll my eyes. “whatever, why did you come over?”

I was annoyed by him as always, thinking it’s normal to come to my house for no reason. He walks up to me. “I came here for you, (Y/N).”

He was a couple inches taller than me, so he was looking down on me. His husky voice sounded so good and sexy…wait, what am I saying. I hate him. Even though I think of him, waking up by his side, going to sleep in his arms. I still hate him, right?

“What do you m-mean?” I stutter, shyly looking down to my shoes. He walks even closer to me, putting one hand on my hip pulling me closer, and another hand lifting my head up to look at him. I try to push him off me, but he held onto me as if he was glued to me. I give up and look at him, worried about what was going to happen next.

“(Y/N), you know I want you badly. I’ve wanted you for the longest time. Don’t be scared of me, I will take care of you, I will take care of your body. You just have to let me do it. I know how delicate you are. Plus, I know you like me. I know you want me too. So let me give you the pleasure you need.” He softly says.

He was right. I do want him, a lot. I couldn’t hide it no matter how hard I try. He seemed sweeter than usual, saying he will take care of me and stuff. I look into his eyes. “You’ll take care of me?” I asked back.

He smirks, “Just like your daddy.” He whispers in my ear, massaging my ass. I couldn’t help but to moan while feeling his warm breath against my neck, and his large hands all over my body.

He leans in and connects our lips. His lips were so soft and warm. Not long after, he sticks his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. Our wet tongues start to have a fight of dominance, and his tongue won. He squeezes my ass tighter, causing a gasp to slip out in the kiss. We pull away slowly.

“Now be a good girl, and turn around so daddy can see how wet you are.”

His words turned me on so much. I could feel my juices dripping down my leg and through my underwear. I turned around and bent over, using the arm of the couch for support. “good girl.” He complimented. He held onto my waist with one hand, and reached under my skirt with the other. His fingers rubbed through my wet panties.

“woah.” He gasped, “Your so wet.” He pulls down my skirt and digs his hand in my panties to get a better feel. I moan while I feel his hands massaging my folds and feeling around. He enters a finger and repeatedly thrust inside of me, curving his finger occasionally to hit my g-spot.

“a-ah, right there.” I moan. I push against his force as he adds another finger inside of me.

My moans get louder and louder as he adds the third and final finger, now keeping them curved to continuously hit my g-spot.

“Cum on my fingers, babygirl.” He orders me to do, thrusting his fingers into me faster and deeper. I yell out in pleasure as I reach my high, letting out my cum on his fingers. He helps me ride out my orgasm by slowing his fingers down before slowly pulling the three fingers out to let the slimy liquid stretch.

He brings his coated wet fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. He then pulls me up straight by my neck and seductively chokes me. I can feel his bulge poking through his pants to my ass.

“You taste so good.” He groans huskily in my ear, slightly biting my ear lobe after. “Now let daddy see that pretty mouth around my cock.”

He lets go of me and pulls his pants down along with his underwear, leaving his huge hard on pointing straight at me. My eyes widen at how big it is. He chuckles, “you’re so cute, jagi.”

I smile in reply and get on my knees so I’m leveled down to his length. I lick the head first, earning a quiet moan from him. I then take him all, causing his eyes to go wide at how I can take all of his big hard on.

“That’s my girl.” He moans quietly, keeping his eyes close to enjoy the moment better.

He bunches my hair up in his hand and bobs my head to take him even more and faster. I groan and gag a couple times as he thrust his hard length deeper in my mouth, causing his grunts and pants to get louder and louder. His tip hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water a little bit.

He lets go of my hair and I quickly pull back for air, my head slightly pounding from the amount of pressure that was on it while his hand was holding my hair. After I caught my breath, I take it back in, wrapping my small mouth around it.

I take in a whole half of his length and pump the rest. I start to feel him pulsate in my mouth, signaling he is close to cumming.

“fuck b-baby” he groans. I take him out of my mouth right before he came. He catches his breath quickly.

He slides his shirt off and sits down on the couch, “ride daddy.” He commands. I listen and straddle over him. I grab his length and lower down on it. Jungkook closes his eyes and throws his head back as I slowly lower down on him.

I start to bounce on him. I rub on his hard abs as his hands trail to my bouncing breast.

“your so big d-daddy, y-you feel so good.” I stutter in between moans. He groans in pleasure, but he wanted more.

He grabs my waist to hold me still and thrusts into me hard. I cover my mouth at the feeling of his thick, throbbing length sliding in and out against my walls. He grunts loudly as he goes faster and faster by the second. I screamed as I had my second climax right then, but he wasn’t done. He kept thrusting into me hard.

He quickly flipped us over so he was on top and I was on the bottom. He pounded into me repeatedly, slightly splashing my juices on each others legs It was oozing out of me and all over his length. He squeezed my waist so hard, I was sure they were bound to fall off after. The sweat on his body caused him to glisten beautifully in the light. He gritted his teeth together, his force stronger than anything in the world, and his speed faster than anything as well. I felt his length throbbing strongly against my now weak walls, weak from the other two orgasms I had.

“C-cum inside of me d-daddy” I scream out, reaching my third climax. I really started to go nuts when he hit my weak g-spot again.

“I’m there, a-ah b-b-baby, fuck i’m abou-” He stuttered, but couldn’t finish. He finally let his load out in me, and it was a lot. His eyes closed shut and pressed together hard, as he pounded into me his last couple of times, his length throbbing hard against my clenching walls as I came with him. My body went numb, and all I could feel were pleasant vibrations all coming from my numb, wet heat. It was hurting, but I loved it.

He softly fell on top of me, still pressing into me to ride out his climax.

“fuck” He loudly grunted through his teeth. We were a wet, sweaty, exhausted mess. I push the fringe off his forehead and drag my hand back through his head a couple times to calm and relax him as he has his powerful climax. He pulls out of me. He then goes weak, breathing heavy, relaxing on top of me for a couple minutes as I massage his head and temple area to relax him.

I grab the cover that is resting on the back part of the couch and cover our bodies under it.

He looks up to me with half closed eyes. “Are you ok, jagi?”

“Oh yeah I’m totally fine.” I reply sarcastically, “you just beat my pussy til it was probably black and blue and now I’m probably not going to be able to walk for a long time.”

He chuckles weakly. “where are your parents?”

“They went on a business trip, thank god they weren’t here.” I sigh in relief. He nods in agreement.

I can’t believe this, I just fucked the boy I love and hate, well, I guess now I just love him. I never thought this would happen.

“You know you lied about taking care of my body, right?” I giggle.

“I’m sorry jagi, your body was too good for me to keep my calm.” He pecks my neck and smiles.

“Can we date, jagi?” He asked. He was a whole different person now, giving me puppy eyes and crap. This dude is so confusing.

“yes, we can date Kookie.” I reply. He smiles at me.

“I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” He calmly tells me, closing his eyes. I smile at him.

“Me too.” I say, also closing my eyes.

I applaud myself! This was a pretty rough smut, I will admit. I’M SORRY FOR BEING HORNY, OK? lol, I’m weird. But you’re horny too for reading this.

Thanks for reading!

Hit or Miss - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Requested by anonymous: How about writing something where Daryl accidentally shoot y/n with an arrow, either trough her shoulder/rib cage, or something, and she is hurt badly and Daryl is freaking out and stays with her while people try to help, and have to hold her down while they pull out the arrow, and she is in and out of consciousness, and all this reviles that Daryl’s have deep feelings for her and stays with her until she makes it <3 awe yess

I hope you enjoy it, anon <3

((( This gif makes me feel things )))

Originally posted by kinneyandreedus

“We got one coming this way!” Glenn called out as he lowered his binoculars. 

“You got it, Daryl?”

“Always do.” He grunted and lifted his crossbow, aiming carefully. He smiled to himself as his target fell back. Bastard. He thought to himself.

You slowly trudged along with your slight limp and heavy bag. Every now and then a sharp pain would shoot up your leg from your ankle. A herd almost got to you and you ended up tripping as you hurried away. You should’ve told more people that you were making a supply run. You only mentioned it to Andrea since she was keeping watch at the time. Everyone else probably thought you were still asleep in your tent and would be worried if they found out you went out on your own.

No sense in making a big deal of it now, I’m almost there. You thought to yourself. 

You adjusted the straps of your full backpack and emerged from the treeline. You smiled at the glorious sight of camp, relieved that you had actually made it back.

All of a sudden, you heard a whirring sound and an excruciating pain in your shoulder. You screamed out in agony when you hit the ground. You lifted your head to see an arrow was settled right into your skin, causing the worst pain you had ever felt. 

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I know I write a lot about Lance but

I relate to Lance on a scale beyond how I feel about the other characters of Voltron. 

I relate to him trying to be the funny guy to try and keep people’s attention because he’ll feel ignored otherwise. 

I relate to him aggressively shoving his sexuality down inside him and trying to portray his obvious attraction for another boy as a mere rivalry because that’s more societally acceptable and he’s terrified of the consequences of what might happen if he comes out as bi. 

I relate to him wanting to explore the world and when he gets the chance, he just wants to go home because home is safe and everything he loves is there and the universe is a terrifying, vast, gaping maw that could easily swallow him whole. 

I relate to him feeling inadequate in his place in Voltron because he feels like the weak link and the weakling and he’s insecure and not good enough and he doesn’t deserve to fly the Blue Lion and it kills him inside. 

I relate to him loving his friends with everything he has to the point that he’d willingly put his safety in the line of fire without a second thought if it meant he could keep the ones he loves safe. 

I relate to him trying to make himself out to be better than he is because he’s scared that if somebody saw his weaknesses he’d lose everything he worked for. 

I relate to him dreaming of being the hero, the big man, to be recognised, because our terrible world never gave him any before.

I love, cherish and relate to Lance McClain so so so fucking much. He deserves the world and more, and I want to give it to him. And that’s why I write about him so much.


Pairing:  Tony Stark x Reader

Featuring: none

Words: 1498

Warnings: none I think

Tags: @gingie4life

Request: requested by @gingie4life:

“Hello, would love a Tony Stark reader best friends fic that’s like work husband wife relationship, that maybe turns into something more. Maybe Tony takes the first move kinda deal. Thanks.”

Notes: sorry it took me so long! Uni got me really really busy, probably you already forgot about the request but I hope you like it!

Originally posted by stark-industries

Roller coaster. That was the best way to describe the past year of your life. Somehow, a year ago, Tony Stark itself showed up at the company where you used to work demanding you to work with him. He didn’t even ask. He just told you to do so. At the beginning you weren’t too sure about working with him. He had a name and a reputation behind him so of course it made you hesitate. At the same time, you knew it was the opportunity of your life so that same week you signed your resignation letter and left the job you had been doing for the past five years.

It was a huge step, and huge change. Specially, when you found out you weren’t going to work for Stark Industries, you were going to work for the Avengers. When you first found out about it fear was all you felt as you remembered all the chaos caused in New York and so many other places because of them. Yet, when you thought about it, you saw a chance to make a difference, to make the world a better place. Maybe the caused chaos, but it was their work and it had to be done. Immediately, you signed your contract. Tony had you move there the moment you signed your contract since it was safer. You used to live alone so you didn’t have a single complain about it.

Ever since, the Avengers had become your family and the Avengers Tower had become your home. You loved your work at the lab with Tony. What did you do? Well, you were an engineer so your work was create or improve the team’s weapons and suits. You loved it. And they were so happy with your job and with you. Some of them were sceptical with someone new at the beginning, especially Bucky, but you ended up making your way through him eventually and at that point he was like a big brother to you. An overprotective one, you had to admit. But you loved him and you loved every single one of them.

“Morning Tony” you said walking a Monday morning into the lab with two cups of coffee. “You spent the night here again?” You asked as you saw the rings under his eyes.

“I had to” he said taking the cup you offered. “Thanks, love” he said.

You smiled a little. It had been a time since the pet names between you two became a thing. It started out accidentally but now you were both used to it, and you liked it. It made you feel special somehow.

“You have to sleep, Tony” you said sitting at your usual spot.

“Sleeping is overrated. The sooner I figure this out, the sooner we defeat that freak” Tony sighed.

You had spent a week now trying to figure out how to defeat a guy who could create breaches and move to whenever he wanted. It looked cool, but it became a problem when he suddenly appeared behind anyone on the team and attacked from behind. Not funny.

“And what will happen when you fall asleep while you’re flying?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Unlikely” he replied turning again to the screen.

You shook your head as you watched him work all focused. It was true that you had become close to everyone in the team but it was more with Tony. You had been his protégée from the very first day you started working there. Soon, you had found yourself trusting that man with your problems and fears, with your life and stories. With everything. Eventually, he opened up to you as well. By that time, you two knew each other better than anyone else in the team. You had a special connection that no one else shared.

So you knew better than talking him out of keep on working. He wouldn’t sleep until he found a solution and you knew the only way to get it done was helping him, so you put the coffee down and turned on the computer, opening all the files with the data you had about this guy.

“The world is crazy” you sighed as you read all over the info again.

The morning went by quite fast and before you knew it, your stomach was asking for food so you got up and headed towards the kitchen to make sandwiches for you and Tony. Meanwhile, you thought it would be a good idea to make a milkshake as well so you opened the fridge looking for the strawberries but they were nowhere to be seen. That was weird considering you bought them yesterday.

“Stark” you mumbled and closed the fridge before going back to the lab. “Tony! Where are my strawberries?” You asked the moment you walked into the room.

“3 am cravings. Sorry not sorry” he said not looking up from the screen.

“Couldn’t you just tell me?” You asked crossing your arms.

“I forgot” he shrugged looking at you with a small smile. “Sorry, I’ll buy more later today ok?” He said with an innocent smile. You rolled your eyes and left the lab once again. You knew he wasn’t going to buy any strawberries anytime soon.

Like you had planned, you made a sandwich for each one of you but this time you didn’t put mayo on his, knowing he really really liked his sandwiches with mayo. You put his plate next to him and went back to work.

“(Y/N)?” You looked at Tony when he called your name. He was holding his food. “Where’s the mayo?” He asked.

“12 p.m. craving. Sorry not sorry” you said smirking.

“You ate all the mayo!?” He asked horrified.

“No, but I craved not to put it on your sandwich” you replied trying your best not to laugh.

“But…I love mayonnaise…” he mumbled.

“And I love strawberries” you shrugged before turning to your screen once again.

You knew you were overreacting but it was the only way Tony would actually listen to you. Suddenly, you heard him getting up. When you looked up, you saw him walking out of the lab with the sandwich on his hand. That was weird. You imagined he would be back soon so you just went back to your work.

But it took him longer than expected to come back and when he did he was carrying a big wooden box that was put next to you.

“What the fuck?” You asked as you looked at him.

“I’m sorry” he said uncovering the box.

When you saw what was into the box you started laughing. He had bought a stupid amount of strawberries just for you as an apology. This man had no filter.

“Can I have mayo now?” He asked.

“Did you really buy all these so I would put mayo on your sandwich? Wouldn’t it have been easier go to the kitchen and get some yourself?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe but it tastes better when you do it” he shrugged before going back to his work.

You smiled warmly while you looked at him. He may get on your nerves many times but there were no sweeter man than him in the whole world. With a smile, you took the box and went to the kitchen having no idea what you were supposed with so many strawberries. Probably a cake. Or many milkshakes. For starters, you made another sandwich for Tony, with mayo this time and also a milkshake for each one of you.

“Here” you said going back to the lab. “Extra mayo” you told him with a wink.

He looked at you the whole time until you sat down and even then he didn’t look away from you. Eventually, you forced yourself to look at him since he didn’t stop staring.

“What?” You laughed.

Silently, he got up from his spot and approached you. He kneeled down in front of you so he was at your height, took your face and kissed you slowly, out of nowhere and catching you completely with your guard down. It was true you had feelings for him, it was true the whole team had told you Tony had them too, that you two were already like a couple and sometimes like a married one, but you didn’t believe them. Until that moment which was too short. Soon he pulled away.

“What was that for?” You asked as he went back to his chair.

“I love you” he shrugged typing away. “I thought you knew, I just wanted it to be clear” he added.

Hearing those three words from him made you melt. Slowly, you got up and pushed him away from the computer just to sit on his lap and kiss him again. This time, he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you back.

“What was that for?” He asked when you pulled away. You shrugged smiling.

“I love you too”, you replied.