your-EVERYTHING

october || billy hargrove

word count: 733
warnings: curse words, mentions of alcohol
request: none
summary: billy, undeniably drunk, comes up to talk to you at a party
   

    Dim lights and loud music greeted you as you walked through the front doors of Tina’s party. Mötley Crüe’s “Shout at the Devil” was blaring and the teen boys were, like normal, watching as a boy tilted upside down chugged beer to be crowned the new “Keg King”. Five hours ago, you were making fun of even the thought of going to this outrageously overrated party, but now, here you were, at the entrance of it all.

    “Hey Nancy, maybe I can go home? This party doesn’t seem like my cup of tea,” your voice getting louder as the music does. “You just got here!” She exclaims, dipping her solo cup into the bowl of “pure fuel”, as one guy called it. “Hey, woah, woah, woah,” Steve had started to warn Nancy.

   While Nancy served as no help drinking all that booze, you wandered off to see if you could find any of your friends. That was if none of them were drunk already.

    “Hey, hey, Y/N, was it?” you a deep voice slur out from behind you. You turn around to meet eyes with a tall, masculine guy with sweat reeking off of him. After another glance, you recognize that he was the boy chugging the beer when you first arrived. “Yeah,” you say slowly, still studying him.

    “I’m Billy, the new kid? Yeah?” he rubs his forehead between words before chuckling slightly. “Maybe we can talk when you’re sober,” you suggest, starting to walk away. His hand grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. “No, no, no, no. Pretty girls can’t wait,” he says, a grin tugging at his lips. You smile, not processing the compliment fully since he’s still drunk.

    “Look, maybe eat something? I’m not in the mood to talk to you, nevertheless drunk you,” you explain, trying to leave again, but his firm hands keep their hold. “You’re pretty smart for having such a gorgeous face. I’ve seen you a lot in the halls. I usually can’t look away,” he winks, his hold on you loosening.

    “Billy, I’m not interested. You’ve been here a week and slept with, like, twelve girls,” you say, the frustration becoming visible on your face. “Two, and they were pretty hot. You’re something different, though. I got the vibe you wouldn’t put up with my shit, and now I know that’s true,” he says.

   You take a moment just to breathe, because, unsurprisingly, he still wasn’t getting what you were putting out. “What’s your point?” you say, breaking the silence between you. “Let’s go on a date.” You scoff, poring over his face to see any hint of laughter or grin. “Is this a joke? I don’t find this very funny, Billy,” you say, your face growing sterner by the minute.  

    He starts laughing, to which you cross your arms and sigh. You should’ve known a guy who radiated cool would never show any interest in you. You hated Billy, despised him, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive.   

    “Fuck you,” you mutter, shaking your head. He laughs again, only making you angrier. You expect him to leave to tell his friends how fooled you were, or go drink until he passes out, but instead his hand lifts off your wrist to angle your chin up to allow him access to your lips.  

    Everything was happening so fast: one hand sliding up your side, another caught in your hair, all the while finding yourself kissing back. He pushed you against the nearest wall. Being as bold as he is, he slid his tongue in, and if you couldn’t taste the booze before, it was the only thing you could think about now. A wave of realization crashed over you, forcing you to push him off of you.   

    “What the hell?” He asks, licking his lips and fixing his hair. You took a moment to take in all that happened. You expected people to be staring, but they were too busy in their own episodes. “I should be asking you that,” you state, readjusting your shirt. “If you wouldn’t try a date, maybe you’d try a kiss,” he explains.  

    “Go fuck yourself, Billy,” you say, storming off to tell Nancy that you were leaving.

Fireproof // Part 7

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Summary: Supernatural Half Blood Boarding School AU where students are paired with a human counterpart to help them adapt to the human world outside their supernatural communities.

Shawn shakes your shoulder, knowing you were already waking up. It’s the day you would drive back to school and you don’t want to get up yet. The last two days had been the best you think you’d ever had. Shawn was playful, loving and attentive to you. For two whole days both of you laid in his room and lazily made out, explored each other with clothes on, and watched movies while talking about your lives. Sometimes things almost going too far when his hands would slide down your sweatpants and he’d make you melt under his touch.

The clock on his nightstand says it’s 4:45am. Way too early for you to even consider getting up. But Shawn’s hand on your side is persistent. It’s dark in his bedroom save for the dim ambient light from the moon shining through the large windows and patio doors on the far wall.  You roll over to face him as he shakes your shoulder persistently. “What is it?” you groan and he pulls the blanket it off your body.

“Get up with me. I want to show you something,” he whispers, holding your blanket hostage so you can’t turn over and go back to sleep.

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anonymous asked:

can you please do a BTS reaction to after a one night stand you start getting dressed, they're afraid you're leaving, but you say "I'm gonna get a slushie, 'cuz I'm hot and thirsty, want one? Or food? Anything? I wanna treat you right." (My friend did this and the girl she was with cried bc she was so sweet)

sorry for having you wait this long (but i’m sure you must have forgotten about this already so). this is so cute!! thanks for dropping this in my asks!


Jin

You let out a small sigh of relief as you finally succeeded in safely navigating the huge apartment and spot your shoes (and the door, because you remember nearly nothing of last night) lying by the front door. you bite your lip as you tiptoe towards them and push a foot into one shoe, wondering whether you were using your thirst as an excuse to sneak away before your absolutely gorgeous one night stand wakes up and has to face the horror that was your morning face (or any face for that matter).

But no. You dismiss the thought with a shake of your head as you slip on the other shoe.You were a responsible person, therefore you would take responsibility for last night’s actions  (as much as you can’t seem to remember them), however awkward they may be.

Of course, it helps that the man you slept with looks like he should be on the cover of every fashion magazine ever published.

Deep in your thoughts, you do not notice the very same man when he pads towards you, half asleep but still concerned.

“Are you trying to sneak away?”

You swore as you jumped, your heart threatening to burst out your chest as his sudden appearance nearly takes the piss out of you. And of course, being you, it was only mandatory that your leap of fear would result in you tripping over your own shows and falling on your own face while your hot one night stand watches in horror.

The man jogs over and crouches, wincing at your whimpers of pain. “Are you alright? I must have scared you. Do you…–”

The rest of his words fade away as you take notice –really take notice– of his face. Memories of kind, understanding eyes and laughter from those lips float up through the haze that your memory has become.

He’s even more beautiful up close, and his gentle hands at your ankle only helped with that newly founded observation of yours.

“–…You seem a bit dazed. I didn’t see it, but did you hit your head? Oh no, do you need a doctor?” He sits back on his heels, worried. “Maybe I should call for an ambulance–”

“No!” You mentally smack yourself in the face in embarrassment. “I just need to…” Trying to remember what you needed through the enraptured haze of having him this close, your desperate gaze falls on your shoes.

The man’s eyes follow yours, and the corners of his mouth droop. “Oh. I’m guessing you don’t want to stay for too long.” He sighs, and moves backwards with the intention of straightening up. “Let me at least call you a cab. ”

“No.” You reach out and grab a wrist, shaking your head. “No, I wasn’t trying to sneak away…Jin.” Your heart thuds as you recollect his name suddenly. “I had a hangover and figured you’d have one too, so I thought I’d–” You squint at Jin’s face. “Are you laughing at me?”

Jin’s slight smile turns into a look of horror. “No! I was just glad. Glad you’re not leaving, I mean. And also because… ” He pursed his lips against another smile and looked down at his hands. “It’s the first time someone’s wanted to do something nice for me and not the other way around.”

He looks up and smiles even brighter when he sees you blushing. “The coffee downstairs is horrible and way too expensive. Maybe I can make you some?”


Suga

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and trying to your best to be quiet, slowly unzip the hoodie that you’d found somewhere on the floor and decided to pull on. The slight scent of the coffee you’d bought from the convenience store downstairs wafted through the air, tempting your nose.

You didn’t know (or remember) much about the man you apparently had an (amazing) one-night stand with,  but of one thing you were sure: boy, was he a deep sleeper.

  You were sure he’d wake up the moment you started a racket (hey, you just weren’t a very coordinated person, okay?) trying to figure a way out of the comfy (and bachelor-seeming, thank god) apartment.

You shrug the hoodie off one shoulder and was about to take it off completely, when a surprisingly deep voice you only remembered in snatches from last night interrupts you.

The man props himself up on one elbow. “Are you leaving?”

You turn and face the good looking (very good looking, now that you see him better) man, ready to explain, but he sighs before you get a chance. “I guess you were.” He flopped onto his back again. “And after all that, here I was, thinking we had a connection. Turns out all I have is a hangover.”

You bite a smile back at his dry sarcasm, recalling that it was this very quality of his that had attracted you to him in the very first place. You take the rest of the hoodie off and let it drop to the floor before plopping onto the bed next to him. You grin as he raises an eyebrow.

“Figured as much. That’s why I went downstairs to get us coffee. Believe me, the way you were passed out, I could have left five times and you wouldn’t have noticed.

He stares at you. Then he looks away again, gracing the ceiling with a reluctant but still beautiful gummy smile. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” You grin too and cross your ankles, turning your head to stare at the ceiling in something similar to subdued contentment. “Guess we do have a connection after all.”


Hoseok

It’s not every day you wake up to a man as beautiful as Jung Hoseok, so the moment you open your eyes and take in the simply ethereal being in front of you, you thank whichever god or fate that had made you choose the very bar you met him in last night.
It was just the way the lazy morning light straining through the curtains played across the angles of this man’s face, or the way the hair that (very artistically) fell across his forehead exuded a slight mischievousness that took your very breath away.

From you place on the (ramshackle) bed, you avert your eyes and try to calm yourself down. You wish you could find something to drink, partly to cool the heat suddenly rising to your neck and partly to distract yourself from the snatched recollections of last night.

Water. I need a nice clear glass of ice water. But where?

You bite your lip and slowly prepare to edge yourself out the bed; just when a warm hand wraps itself around your arm, quickly travelling from your wrist to your upper arm. You look down to see Hoseok slowly blinking the sleep out his eyes. “Hey. Don’t leave.” He stretched, dispelling the last of the sleep in his system, slowly focussing on you as his thumb caressed slow circles into your skin. You try to pretend that this doesn’t affect you way more than what is considered healthy for a human heart, and let your head drop back onto a pillow with a floof. Hoseok smiles contently and dropped his hand to yours, firmly intertwining your fingers. “Thanks for not leaving. I meant what I said last night, ____.”

You smile and close your eyes at the memory, something you had dismissed as a whisper in a heated moment.  “I wasn’t going to leave. I just needed a glass of water.“ Hoseok smiles even wider at that and pulls you closer, the innocent gesture a wild contrast from what had transpired last night.

"I’m glad to hear that.”

You laugh. “Okay, but I still need that glass of water. Do you need something, Hoseok?”

He shakes his head, placing a kiss on a mark he himself had left on your shoulder the previous night, then tucks his head into the crook of his neck, the slight smile on his lips shaping themselves across your skin. “Everything I need right now is lying next to me already.”


Namjoon

Jeez, he’s beautiful.

You bite your lip and marvel at the way the sunshine played across the small dips and divots of the muscles in his arms and back. The tan skin that stretched across them seemed to have a glow of its own, a nice golden that reminded you of how heated last night was.

You suck in a breath. Last night. How on earth did you manage to find him?

You place your hands on your hips and swallow, realizing how parched your throat was. Maybe you should find a drink, something to get you ready for the difficult conversation you would have to face once the gorgeous man in the bed woke up.

You snatch your shirt off the back of a chair and slip your arms through it, thinking off what to say when he did wake up. Your mind remains blank, staunchly protesting against its excersise in the absence of coffee.

Sigh. Maybe I’ll just have to wing–

“Uh. ____, isn’t it?”

Shit. You swivel, the neck of the shirt still around your face. “Yeah…uh, Namjoon.”

His eyebrows raise when you remember his name correctly, a smile slowly taking residence over his lips and coaxing dimples out. Crap, he’s cute.

“Yeah.” He blinked at the awkward way you half-wore your shirt. “Do you need help with that?”

Blood rose to your cheeks, embarrassment quickly replacing your admiration of his cute nose. “Uh, no.” You pulled the shirt fully over your head, still flushing, and look around for your shoes. “Now, if I could just find shorts I’d be all–”

Namjoon looks up at you in middle of poking a (toned) leg out of bed. “You’re leaving?”

You pull a shoe out from under the bed and sit back on your heels to meet his eyes, blowing a strand of hair from your eyes. “Yeah, I just–”

Namjoon leaned forward, panic in his eyes. “_____, I know I might be a bit too forward in saying this, but if I didn’t, I’d never forgive myself.” He pulled his pants on and stood up, giving up on buttoning them in his haste. He raised his firm, bony hands in a helpless gesture. “Last night… was amazing. You were amazing. It isn’t just about the sex, but we clicked in a way I can’t explain.” He ran a hand through his hair, spiking it up in frustration. He was a (beautiful) sight, all shirtless, lean frame and unbuttoned dress pants, like a rugged Greek god.

“I know people say one night stands are no strings attached, that commitment has no place in it. But, ____, I for one, don’t want this to stop here. Let’s grab some breakfast and talk this out.” He raised earnest eyes to where you kneeled next to the bed, a shoe in one hand. “Don’t leave,  _____. Please?”

You gulped, and slowly stood up. “Namjoon.” You set the shoe down. “I was leaving to get some water from the kitchen.” You watch as realization, following embarrassment, blooms on his face. “Um, do you– do you want some coffee? With me?”


Jimin

“You’re very quiet outside the bedroom.” You jumped nearly a foot in the air. Clutching at your heart, you turn to face Park Jimin, standing in the doorway to his bedroom, watching you struggle to tiptoe across the apartment floor.

“Excuse me?!”

“I’m not a very deep sleeper, but you still managed to get this far without waking me up. Which is quite a surprise to me, since you were quite loud last night, _______.”

He remembers your name. Jimin remembers your name! “You weren’t so bad yourself, Jimin.”

He grins, perfect teeth catching at his lower lip. The smile transforms his face completely, turning him from a debonair one night standee to cute the-boy-next-door. “Touchè.” He ruffled his hair, and you smile at his cockiness. “We both were pretty loud last night, and a noise complaint from my neighbours is soon expected. But it doesn’t matter, since last night was great, as we told each other throught the course of it.” The smile dropped as he folded his arms, a small wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “So why leave?”

Your grin falls from your face too when you hear his words. What? “Jimin, I’m not leaving. I mean, I’m not leaving, leaving.” You hold your wallet up. “I wanted to get some coffee for us, or something to eat from the deli I saw downstairs last night.” You bite your lip, slightly pleased (just a bit) at how upset Jimin has seemed when he thought you were leaving.

He raised hopeful eyes towards you, your heart already fluttering. “You’re not leaving?”

“Why would I?”


Taehyung
         
“You don’t have to jump from the window to make your escape. There’s a perfectly functional elevator in the building, and I’m not going to hold you hostage if you want to leave.”

You raise your eyebrows and turn away from the glass of the window, tearing your eyes away from the street below to the boy in the bed.

Still breathtaking, even as he knuckled his own head through a mass of bed hair and squinted at the light pouring in through the window. “The window’s too high anyway.” He said matter of factly.  You realize that he’s not even trying to be rude, Kim Taehyung was just the kind of man to speak his mind however he wanted to in that deep, sensual voice of his. “If you try that route, and break a few legs, I’ll need to take you to the hospital, and you’ll have to spend even more time with me.” He grinned and leaned back on his hands, lean muscles moving beneath the smooth tan skin.

You leaned against the windowsill, matching grin for grin. “Who said that would be a problem? Granted, I’d like to spend more time with you with both my legs intact, but as long as there’s more time, am I right?”

His grin grows wider. “Right.” He leans forward, and locks his hands in his lap. “So you don’t want to leave?”

You shook your head and resumed looking out the window, scanning the street below for what you wanted. “All I want right now is to buy some tteokboki from that vendor I saw hanging around last night, because I’m famished. That’s why I was looking out of the window, to see if I could spot my deliverer of glorious morning snacks.” You grin and bring your finger to the glass. “Speak of the devil.”  You smile as you feel strong arms go around your waist, a chaste kiss that was insignificant compared to last night being pressed to your neck. “Would you be interested in making a purchase with me?”

“Don’t mind if I do.”


Jungkook

Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. How old is he?

You winced at the thought of him being too young. His muscles said otherwise, but his peaceful sleeping face and the small pucker of his (beautifu– ______!) lips told a whole different story.

You let out a small huff of breath and began looking around for your clothes. Be rational, ______. You’re not stupid. You would have known what you were getting into last night. Right? You raise your head too fast, almost throwing out your neck in the panic of considering the possibility that you hadn’t known what you were getting into last night. But you had right?

Your mind was too scrambled, too unorganised to think properly. It was too early, anyway, and the hangover that stood at the threshold of your senses mocked you further.

Coffee. That’s it. You pull your shirt on and straighten up, determined to find the kitchen and get some coffee on. Coffee for two, yeah. Maybe you and Jungkook could talk this over and clear stuff up. Maybe the two of you could even–

“No! Not until you know for sure!”, you reprimand yourself.

“Not until I know what for sure?”

You muffled a scream and whipped around, further startling Jungkook who was already doing a pretty good imitation of a bunny caught in the headlights. “Shit! You scared me!”

“Well– you scared me.”

You place your hands on your hips and concentrate on your breathing.

“Are you alright?”

Gosh, he’s cute– _____! “Hey, would you mind telling me how old you are?”

Jungkook folded his arms, a corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “Ah. I’m past the legal age, if that’s what you were wondering.”

“You get asked that a lot?”

“Not much. I’m usually not the type to have one night stands.”

Your heart plummets to the bottom of your boots. “Oh. Are you- are you upset? That we did this?”

He played with the fingers of his hands. “Funnily enough, no.” He cocks his head. You observe that he’s very cute with a clear conscience for the first time. “Are you?”

You shook your head, a little breathless. “No.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“I wasn’t–” You look down at your half dressed state, the perfect picture of a one night standee that didn’t have the guts to stay around. “I wasn’t leaving.  I just needed some coffee to wake me up, so I was dressing to go check out your kitchen.” You offered Jungkook a tenative smile. “I want to stay.”

“You’re sure?”

“Just for the coffee. And you, of course. I mean, if you–”

He grinned genuinely, and you realized he was fully beautiful, not just simply cute. “Okay. In that case, I shouldn’t give you these.” He shook a pair of jeans in his right hand. “If we’re staying in, then you’d look cuter without them, just like you do right now.”


why do I write so much?

also why do i write everything down on paper and realize at the last moment that i havent actually typed it all up?

jesus. 

p.s. if anyone of you are the ones requesting for english music from our boys: stop. you stan a kpop group. let them kpop.

Friend: what’s on your mind??

Me, internally: everything about Subway is-is like infuriating. Yeah, it’s like, the people in front of you take too long, and like there’s no drive-thru, and like, it-it’s just all … I don’t know, I’m over-exaggerating obviously, but Subway is like the land of inconveniences. ‘Cause then, it’s like I-urgh. I have to be, “okay” and then like they’re like, “what do you want?” and I’m like, “uhh … sweet onion chicken teriyaki footlong on flat bread.” and then they’re like, “what bread?” and it’s, ugh, “flat bread.” And they’re like, “oh, okay.” And then they, they fuckin’ take, and they’re like, “did you say footlong?” “Yes, I said footlong.” “You want cheese?” and it’s like, “you want cheese?” it’s like, “yeah can I get um … swiss cheese?” And they’re like, “what kind?” And it’s like, “fucking…” Ugh. And they’re like, “toasted?” and it’s like, “OF COURSE toas—you cant have the flatbread and not toast it! It’s-It’s like spongy, gross, starchy-ass fuckin’ bread. It’s made to be toasted! OF COURSE I want it toasted!” And then they fuckin’ toast it, and they start helping the people behind you, and then it sits in the toaster for like twenty seconds longer than it’s supposed to. And you’re like, “I JUST WANT LUNCH!” And then they fuckin’ take it out, and it’s like ANOTHER person, and then you have to fuckin’ get a read on THEIR personality. And it’s like, “God damn it.” And they’re like, “what do you want?” And it’s like, and I’m like, “uh spinach”, and then they just fucking DESTROY it with spinach just like an AVALANCHE of spinach and you’re like, “I want like FIVE other things! You can’t just fill it up with spinach and think that’s ALL it’s gonna be!” And then you fuckin’, and then you’re like, “onion” and they’re like, “okay” and they put like two onions on it, and it’s like, “MORE ONION PLEASE!” And then when you get like some ‘weird’ combination like fuckin’, “can I get mayonnaise, and also sweet onion sauce?” They like throw up their eyebrows a little bit like: “woah.” And you’re like, “Don’t fuckin’ JUDGE me! I’ll eat what I want! I can make my OWN sandwich!”

Me, aloud: nothing really haha

Thank you so so much to everyone who completed the survey.

No One Like You by @myownsparknow  (myownspark) (19k)

Dear Niall,

I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely,
Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

Walk That Mile by @daisyharry (purpledaisy) (141k)

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes.
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A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

We’ll Never Be Lonely in the Dark by @becomeawendybird  (QuickedWeen) (6k)

Detective Louis Tomlinson keeps getting blocked when he tries to use his psychic gift to locate a missing child. One late night he manages to get through but instead of finding who he’s looking for he lands in the bedroom of a mysterious man.

Harry Styles, nursing student, baker, and all around exhausted medium, thinks he’s having the best sex dream he’s ever had when his fantasy man shows up in his subconscious. But is that really what’s going on?

We’re What’s Right In This World by @briannamarguerite  (BriaMaria) (48k)

“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”

“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.

The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”

“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.”
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Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

Yellow by @13ways-of-looking  (13ways) (84k)

The city of Gotham turns blood red with a new, mysterious criminal element, a beautiful woman named the Blind Cupid.

She threatens to tear the fabric of the city apart, aided by her deadly protégé, the Cat.

Can Batman stop them?

Will he resist the bewitching allures of the Cat?

A Batman/ Catwoman AU

Poison Me With Love by @dimpled-halo  (dimpled_halo) (11k)

Gemma hums for a couple of seconds, and then, she gasps. “What if your flat is haunted?”

“Gemma, that’s not funny,” Harry says.

“No, I’m serious. I was just watching a show about it the other day. There’s, like, spirits and stuff that roam around different places. Maybe one of those spirits lives in your flat.” She says it like it’s such a common thing that Harry rolls his eyes. His sister would be watching shows like that, but Harry doesn’t appreciate that she’s telling him all this, not only because Harry is already spooked, but also because he lives alone in a flat that has weird things happening to him, and the last thing he needs is to be losing sleep over wondering if there’s some sort of spirit living in his home.
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Or- There are strange things happening in Harry’s flat and he’s determined to figure out the cause.

anonymous asked:

I'm so glad I found your blog! Your updates are everything! I was wondering if we will find out more about Victor and Yakov's relationship? It seems complicated, like they are on opposite sides but try to avoid killing each other?

Yakov adopted Victor when he was young, and placed him in the navy when Victor was old enough (around 12, in that era) as a cabinboy. The intention was to groom Victor, who was already rather brilliant, and to train him with the discipline the navy presented.

As Victor got older and moved through the ranks, he and Yakov started having a lot of conflicts. Victor was a genius strategist, but he could also be reckless and at times, rash. Frustrated by the rules and restrictions the navy (and Yakov) placed on him, Victor deserted in order to captain his own ship, under his own rules. Part of him wanted to show how effective he could be, without the constant control and oversight of the Royal Navy. He found that he took to the pirate life quite well.

Second Best

Sam Winchester x Reader

950 Words

Story Summary: Y/N admits to Sam how she truly feels. 

Warnings: Mentions of feeling as if you don’t belong, some angst

“I want to be someone’s favorite.” You cried, staring out the window so you didn’t have to see the pity on Sam’s face. “I want to know what it’s like to have someone always there for you. That would drop everything in an instant to be Okay.”

“Y/N, I…” Sam started, no doubt trying to tell you that your feelings would pass. That you were being sentimental.

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Things have been a little rough lately. And you know you are loved by God and you know He will take care of you, but this particular situation just seems to have gone too far. You feel like you have done all you can, and you have prayed more than you have ever prayed before, but it seems that no matter what, uncertainty has become the theme of this year, and the only thing that is certain is that your head is spinning.

If this is your story right now, remember, through Him, there is a path for the wilderness in your mind. You may know His Love, but now, here? You can come to know Him anymore. There is a way out of this, and it all begins with faith in how deep His Love runs for you through Jesus, your Savior. Because through His Love, He will give you wisdom and direction in this certain place. Right in this room. Right in front of the list of things you have to do and figure out, He will pour out His Love, He will give you wisdom.

On wisdom: “Her ways are pleasant ways, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her; those who hold her fast will be blessed. By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations, by understanding he set the heavens in place…” Proverbs‬ ‭3:17-19‬

There is a way out of your the own personal wilderness that seems to have left you trapped within your own mind. And it starts with knowing that by faith in Christ, you are guided. There is peace far beyond your own understanding and far beyond what you can see right now.

And even here, in the most uncertain place, if you feel like you have nothing, let this become your everything: there is a path to finding peace in this, and it starts with knowing Him. By faith, through His Love, He will show you the path and bring peace to your mind. You are not too far gone. He loves you, and He will guide you.

Written by @morganhnichols for #thedevoco

The Actor and The Photographer (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Awkwardness?

Word Count:  2,148

Summary: You are a freelance photographer who happens to photograph Chris Evans.

You were sat on the couch, your laptop nestled gently on your lap as you scrolled through your most recent photoshoot photos, trying to pick the best ones.  The curtains were drawn letting in the warm New England sun on this bright Sunday late morning.  The hum of the announcers for the New England Patriots swept through your apartment as birds sang happily outside.  

Your phone rang making you quickly swipe it open and answer.  “This is Y/N.”

“Hi Y/N, this is Zach from GQ magazine.  I was hoping to book you for a shoot this Wednesday if you are available,” Zach said from the other line as you smiled to yourself.  Zach was always a pleasure to work with and you never had any problems with him.  

“Let me just check my schedule real quick, hold on” you remarked, setting your phone down before hastily grabbing your planner from your purse.  “Nope, I’m all free.  What are the details?”

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 107 - Well would you look at that?

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

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Chapter 107 - Well would you look at that…

[Negan is having a good day, he’s at Alexandria, he’s all ready and willing to spend the morning winding up Rick. But he doesn’t plan for running into someone else…a familiar face that brightens his day even more!]

Granted it was not even 9am yet, but even so, Negan was having a good fucking day so far.

Not only was he less than a mile away from Rick the prick’s place at Alexandria, sitting up in the cab of his truck, as his right-hand man Simon, over to his left, drove.

But he had just left the woman he was head-over-heels about, back in his bed, looking like a goddamn wet dream, the two of them totally and utterly besotted with each other right now.

Negan had not felt this way about anyone since Lucille…that stomach-churning, desperate, devoted kind of love.

For that what it was.

Love.

The two of them finally getting the gall to confess it to one another, after all this fucking time.

Negan grinned to himself, smacking some scavenged gum between his teeth, as the truck approached the looming familiar gates to Alexandria. He peered up, as Simon slowed the vehicle to a halt, looking now, towards Negan for guidance.

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EXO Vamp/Wolf!AU when their vamp GF afraid that her family/ friends try to hurt them because they’re werewolves

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

“You don’t have to worry jagi, see I’m not scared. I have my pack and even though I can protect myself, they still got my back. I’m not leaving if that’s what’s worrying you” *Very chill this boy*

Kris:

“I respect your family… but they should respect me too. You know I’m no joke. I don’t want to fight them but if they try to do one thing to hurt you I might not be able to control myself” *Dead serious*

Sehun:

“No one said this was going to be easy, but don’t think I’ll give up on you just because of what you are. I’d go to the end of the world just for you, remember that” *The Romeo and Juliette of the supernatural world xD*

Tao:

*He’s actually very calm and wants you to be okay too* “Listen baobei, I’m not saying I don’t take them seriously but I’m not afraid. They shouldn’t underestimate us just like we don’t underestimate them. But the thing here is that I believe our love is stronger so we’ll figure something out”

Kai:

*To your family* “Just remember… a wolf in love is more dangerous than you know. Don’t dare to do something to her to hurt me, don’t dare to keep us away because that will only end up bad.. for you. I’m not alone, just remember that” *Such a man*

Xiumin:

“I’m not afraid jagi, I’m strong and I’m stronger when my pack is near. But I’ll watch out, I promise you that. I’ll be careful okay?”

Baekhyun:

“Listen, I knew it was going to be like this. I knew trouble wouldn’t leave us behind. And I’ve been preparing myself for this, just in case. But I want you to know that I’m not fighting for my life, I’m fighting for you”

Luhan:

*He’d try to stay away from them as much as possible. Try to avoid any kind of problems. But if it comes to a point that it’s just impossible to run away, he’d fight with everything he has*

Chen:

“See, I love you. Not them, just you. And I know we come from two different worlds but somehow I want to be part of yours. Nothing scares me but losing you, so don’t worry jagi, I’m going to be okay” *Very loving*

Kyungsoo:

“Let them come if they want, but I wouldn’t if I were them. It’s not just me, it’s all of us. I don’t want a war to start, I don’t want us to be divided. But you know jagi, that I will fight for you until the very end”

Lay:

“I’m always ready, I’m always watching out. I’m not afraid and I won’t let them hurt me. Because I know that if they do something to me, you’ll never forgive them. I don’t want you to fight with your family, they are everything we got. But I’m ready to fight, if it comes to it”

Suho:

“I don’t think they’ll be stupid enough to mess with the alpha… or my pack. I’m not almighty but you know.. I don’t give up easily. It’s okay jagi, this won’t keep me away from you. I love you too much”

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Birthday Girl-Nolan Patrick

Alrighty this is my first Nolan Patrick imagine that was requested by @nolanpatricksgf Hope you enjoy, I literally got inspired by this idea at like one in the morning and wrote the whole thing on my notes on my phone! 

The Tyler Sequin part 2 will be up soon as well! 

Warnings: angsty, some swear words

Word Count: 1354

Originally posted by santamitchy

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any new serpent jughead or serpent Betty fics?

Okay - so you asked for “new” Serpent fics… of which there are lots. 

Still before I give you a mini list - I’m going to link you to the Serpent Tags so you can see if you’ve read the other fics we’ve suggested with this theme.

Enjoy! <3 Jandy


Serpent Juggie Tag

Southside Betty Tag


Over the years by @theonlyemmaleigh (4/?)

WIP / Rating: T

Summary:  Some people come into your lives and change everything you ever knew.


From Pink Perfection to Seduce Scarlett by @xoxo-juggiejones (6/?)

WIP / Rating: T

Summary: Betty is living in her sister Polly’s shadow, darkness clouding her vision, afraid to show her true colors to anyone. With a little push from a new student named Veronica Lodge, Betty joins the vixens and gains the confidence she has always wanted. Her bright smile and confidence get noticed by Southside Serpent Jughead Jones in a diner at Pop’s, and Betty for the first time in her life feels something other than the darkness that’s been following her around.Of course, there will be some obstacles along the way, one by the name of Cheryl Blossom, and the other may be a gang. But Betty wants change, and she’s finally ready to go for it.


Southside High by @noorakardemmomesaetre (2/?)

WIP / Rating: M

Summary: Due to the start of Riverdale High’s complex renovations, the school is shut down for one year and all Riverdale High students are forced to attend Southside High.In an effort to integrate at her new school, Betty goes to a meeting for the Red and Black and meets the Serpent Prince, Jughead Jones.AU: Jughead Jones is a Southside High student and, therefore, doesn’t know any of the regular Riverdale High students.


cloaked in leather by @lilibug–xx (1/1)

Word Count: 8132 / Rating: M

Summary:  Betty is cleaning out the attic with intentions of finding some of Alice’s vintage clothes and maybe some old photos. She didn’t expect to find her mother’s old Serpent jacket, but… Betty makes it her own and uses it to surprise her boyfriend.


Come On, Let’s Go! by @it-happened-one-starry-night (3/3)

Word Count: 20,937 / Rating: M

Summary: It’s 1957 in Riverdale. Jughead Jones has a penchant for bikes, books, and Betty Cooper. He’s instantly smitten when he sees her, rescuing her from an awkward situation so that he can learn more about her. And Betty, who happily goes along with him, finds herself inexplicably drawn to the young man. He’s well-read and a little mysterious. Bughead AU. Based on the 1950’s era and culture. Subtle sexiness.


Up Close and Personal by @wordsonpages1 (4/4)

Word Count: 14999 / Rating: M

Summary: One of his hands was curled into a fist, pressing against the metal just above her shoulder, while his other one was splayed out on the delicate skin of her throat, his grip strong enough to send trickles of fear running through her blood, but not tight enough to choke her. His dark features were twisted in a snarl and his breaths were coming out in pants. His body was pressed up against hers and the space between them was non-existent. Betty couldn’t breathe for an entirely different reason now.They had never been this close before.

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Falling For You (literally)

A Web Hammock?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: After Peter confesses his feelings for Liz, he drifts away from you.

A/N: This is such short and shitty chapter, I’m sorryyyy. The next chapters will be better I promise!! I just needed this chapter to fill in some gaps haha


It’s been a few weeks since the whole web hammock incident, and you really couldn’t be anymore ready to forget about it. These past few weeks have been so shitty. You couldn’t really wrap your head around everything. It didn’t really help that Peter had been slowly drifting away from you as well.

The Monday you got back to school from that weekend of adventures with Peter, he was so preoccupied with trying to get Liz’s attention. He was buzzing around asking you, Ned, and Michelle for advice. It was kinda cute how Peter was geeking out about a girl, you just kinda wished he was geeking out about you. You still liked him, you just had to get over him now. 

Peter suddenly became absent, like he slipped away from you the moment he told you about him liking Liz. When he got her attention, it was as if a switch had been turned. He was acting so much differently. You’d see him hanging out with the popular kids, the same ones you two would make fun of, the same ones who used to beat him up. He was acting jock-like, you even noticed him discreetly using his powers to show off. He seemed so much more confident now too, like he was on top of the world, and he knew it.

It bothered you a lot how Peter changed so much. It wasn’t just his change in personality that annoyed you, it was the fact that he neglected you, Ned, and Michelle. In the beginning he would bail on your hangouts, then his calls and texts got less frequent. He stopped having lunch with your group, then after a little bit he kinda just stopped being friends with you guys.

Back at the tower, you were now kinda forced to be with Peter. Even if you guys were on the same team and you saw each other a lot, it was as if you didn’t exist. He didn’t even bother to say “Hi” or anything. It hurt you a lot, knowing that the person you considered to be your best friend was now turning his back on you. And for what? A girl?

You were so disappointed at Peter, never in a million years would you have thought of this happening. You didn’t know or understand why he was acting so differently. Right now, you’d give anything to get your best friend back.

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It was finally June, today marked the last two weeks before graduation, and you were extremely weirded out by it and excited at the same time. It was bittersweet, you didn’t want to leave the comfort of high school just yet, you also kind of wanted to have spent this time with all of your friends, but that’s only going to be partially accomplished. You didn’t have Peter.

You were alone in the hallway right now since everyone was still in class, you had to leave early to set up stuff for a student council event after school. You were kind of zoning out and just thinking while gathering stuff from your locker when suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a loud door bang and a couple of people laughing. The dimly lit hallway showed the silhouettes of two people. One of the silhouettes pushed the other gently against one of the lockers and soon enough they were making out. You brushed it off and closed your locker and started walking towards their direction going towards the gym. You were dreading it ‘cause you hated PDA and you hated confrontation. You were trying to ignore them and you were just trying to get on with your day when they suddenly stopped when you were approaching them. You don’t think they noticed you by your locker at the end of the hallway ‘cause they look pretty shocked. You saw the two very red faces of Peter and Liz. Wow this could not have been worse. They both looked at me embarrassed and said “Sorry!” in unison, you just walked even faster away from the two of them not even bothering to acknowledge what had just happened.

That was so awkward, and so heartbreaking to see. All these thoughts come rushing through your mind, all these what if’s and what could have’s, but that’s what they all were, something that wasn’t. Now, all I can do is look at what Peter had become from afar. Knowing that there’ll never be an us. I can’t make him love me, cause he doesn’t. I can’t make his heart feel something it won’t.

anonymous asked:

Though!! Imagine since they're all basically papyruses and sanses, if one of them had a resonance, wouldn't the rest have them too?

Not necessarily!  The soul resonance in my take is just someone who has the traits within them that best compliment yours/are something you need.  And I don’t mean a specific soul trait, per-say, I just mean something within your SOUL that draws you to someone.  

Axe, for example.  If soul resonance was a thing, then someone patient and understanding, perhaps that had gone through some kind of trauma and pulled through (lots of perseverance and patience in their SOUL) could trigger a resonance.  

So even though they’re the same monsters, if your SOUL is everything that makes you… you, then I think they’d have different SOULs.  

But take that with a grain of salt.  

Listening to baby Zelo’s HOWLER, dancing sloppily at 3AM while smiling like a proud mom…

Ps. No. He isn’t following JB’s trend nor is he inspired by JB’s cover of Despacito. He also isn’t cashing in on the said trend nor is he trying to be relevant to the American people who idolises JB.

Zelo has been talking about liking and loving Latin and Latin inspired music since last year. Both him and Bbang has been learning Spanish for some time because they love the culture and the language itself. The maknae has, also, always been vocal about how much he loves J Balvin. So I really don’t get how some people keep on insisting things that aren’t even remotely true.

The amazing track the kid has put out is free. Let yourself enjoy it and try not to taint it with your delusions that everything is western artists’ influence and everyone is after your country’s audience share and money. Okay?

@markiplier


I dunno if you’ll see this. I dunno if you ever will. But…I feel like I should say something. I’ve been dealing with severe depression and anxiety for years. Even before I was introduced to your videos. I was battling myself for days and weeks and months, just waiting for a sign to either keep going or end it. My amazing best friend ( @chynanigans ) sent me a link to one of your videos. It was the first part of your The Evil Within play through back in 2014 (I think). I don’t think at that point in time I’ve ever laughed that hard as I did watching you. From then on, I kept up with that play through and other videos. I laughed until I cried, laughed until my voice went out, so on. I smiled so much watching you that I seriously felt happy for days watching your videos. When everything came crashing down with my awful depression episodes, I went and watched you. I looked through your tumblr. I smiled again, albeit it wasn’t very big or full of happiness, but it was there. You made me happy. You made me feel happy and remember that it is worth trying to move forward. I keep trying. I really do. I’ve been falling out of youtube lately so I have been trying to play catch-up with your videos and other’s, but it’s been hard. My depression and anxiety have gotten worse in the last few months, but….Seeing you happy, seeing you excited, seeing you absolutely estatic over what you’re doing and your plans. It gives me hope, even though it may not last long, it lingers. You have caused me to meet people on here. People who have become close friends of mine. People who have made me laugh and cry, and laughed and cried with them. I didn’t ever think I would become so social somewhere since I have awful social anxiety, but I’m getting better at it on here in your community. I don’t think I’ve seen so many people join together to help each other. You’re wonderful, Mark. If I ever get the chance to meet you, I don’t think I would ever stop saying “Thank you” to you. You’ve saved me from dark thoughts. You’ve saved me from giving up entirely on pursuing my dreams. I still have awful dark days. I still have days that I want to just end it. But you, and the others I have met, made me decide against it. Made me want to keep going.


I’m sorry for making this so long, so, in short: Thank you, Mark. So much. For everything.


~ Love, Eko

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THE CONSEQUENCES OF DAENERYS’ IGNORANCE (P5)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

If I look back, I am lost. - Daenerys Targaryen

Without reflection, we go blindly on our way, creating more unintended consequences, and failing to achieve anything useful.- Margaret J. Wheatly


Warning No. 5: Think twice before using your dragons. Everything has side effects. And remember, don’t use them to melt castles and burn cities, many innocents will be in danger.

Dany’s response: Dany was tempted several times to just fly to the Red Keep and burn Cersei to crisp. Thanks to Tyrion and then Jon’s counsel, she has restrained herself. However, things might not go well once Dany learns that Cersei has cheated. Are Jon and her advisers able to keep her in check forever? Will she just act on her impulse again and fly South to punish Cersei and take the Throne with fire and blood?

Consequences

  • This is just speculation, but I think there’s a high chance Dany will abandon Jon and the North in the midst of the war against the Night King, which I have mentioned in Part 2. Of course, if she does so, she leaves the North (and the realm) open to NK’s attack and put the lives of millions people at stake. But this is not the only consequence. 
  • Bran saw a ruined Throne Room covered in snow in his visions and Dany saw the same while she was in the House of Undying. So the destruction of King’s Landing is almost guaranteed. We just don’t know yet when and how.
  • Dany was informed by Tyrion that wildfire is everywhere under the ground of King’s Landing (thanks to her father’s “legacy”).  However, it is not certain whether she really takes this piece of information seriously. Although part of it has been used by Tyrion to destroy Stannis’ fleet during the Battle of Blackwater and by Cersei to blow up the Sept, how much still hidden down under the capital is a mystery. If Dany really attacks KL, the moment she shouts her favorite “Dracarys” on the back of Drogo, she would trigger a big fire that leads to the doom of the city. 

If this comes true, then Dany’s declaration is just pure joke. 

Do you catch the skepticism on Tyrion’s face when Dany declared so?

If you’re still doubtful that Dany will be ever Queen of the Ashes, I offer you an example. 

And this horrific image is just the beginning.

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Reference: 

Dany is going to burn King’s Landing by jonsalways