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[shadowkoo]

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Kingdom Cum ✓ ↠ exotic dancer/stripper au, threesome (feat. mingi)

On the eve of your wedding, you're ready to let loose and make it a night to remember. In the heart of a vibrant city, surrounded by your closest friends, you're determined to savor one last taste of freedom. But when a series of unexpected encounters transforms the celebration into something far wilder than you ever imagined, you find yourself torn between temptation and the life you're about to commit to. At Kingdom Cum, the night is bound to be steamy; leaving your desires to run high, while dangerously blurring the lines between loyalty and lust. ❤︎

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A Sweet Mistake ✓ ↠ meet ugly au, breakup au

Your boyfriend texts you something rather surprising that sends you spiraling through past memories. ❤︎ ☺︎ ☹︎

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Kingdom Cum ✓ ↠ exotic dancer/stripper au, threesome (feat. hongjoong)

On the eve of your wedding, you're ready to let loose and make it a night to remember. In the heart of a vibrant city, surrounded by your closest friends, you're determined to savor one last taste of freedom. But when a series of unexpected encounters transforms the celebration into something far wilder than you ever imagined, you find yourself torn between temptation and the life you're about to commit to. At Kingdom Cum, the night is bound to be steamy; leaving your desires to run high, while dangerously blurring the lines between loyalty and lust. ❤︎

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Almost Home ✓ ↠ pwp, established relationship

Your boyfriend looks extra yummy when he's in the driver seat, which tends to turn you into a feral, needy animal. ❤︎

Disgraceful Dreams ✓ ↠ warlock au, slowburn, smut, virgin!reader

After two years of lustful pining and disgraceful dreams about someone far out of your reach, you decide the only way to move past your hopeless crush on Onyx Academy’s star student is by taking part in the Lupercalia festival for the very first time.

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[imagineitup]

Seven Minutes : George Weasley x Reader

A/N : I felt bad about not updating, so here’s a piece I wrote a while ago.  It’s originally published on my Quotev account, wingsofglass, which you can go check out if you'd like!  I have other stories I’ve written on that account on the book “Harry Potter One-Shots”

I’m currently working on another Tom Riddle x reader request so that’ll hopefully come out next weekend!  Sorry again, my week’s been really tough, and I unfortunately haven’t had any time to write.

Warnings : None, Fluff

Requests are open!  Reblogging is always appreciated!  Thank you for reading!

"Come on (Y/N), it's a party!  Loosen up a bit." Katie grins at you, nudging you a little in the shoulder.  "Besides, it's a new year.  Time to try new things."

You shake your head and roll your eyes a little.  "Please.  Spending seven minutes in a cramped closet is not how I'd like to waste my precious time, thank you very much."  You yawn a bit and stretch out your arms.  "Want anything to drink?  I was going to grab some pumpkin juice."

Katie nods.  "Sure.  Grab me a cup of that too."  She looks at you with a straight face.  "You're going to have to give me something of yours.  That way I'll know you'll come back."

You look at her with an exasperated stare.  "Really?  I'm a Hufflepuff, I'm the most loyal person you'll come about!" You sigh and unclasp the stone necklace that hangs around your neck.  You drop it into her palm. "Be careful with it."

Katie shrugs and returns to chat to one of the twins that sits next to her.  From this angle you can't tell who it is.  You walk over to where the food and refreshments are, and pour yourself two glasses of pumpkin juice.        

"(Y/N)!"

You hear your name being called and you look up, quite startled.  It's George.  

"You going to put something in the bag?  We're getting ready to play."

"No." You smile.  "It's not my thing."

George almost looks a little disappointed.  "Pity."

You shake your head and look at him with a teasing expression.  "Oh no, not you too?" You scoff.  "It's a stupid game, I don't quite see the whole hype about a make-out session in a stinky closet."

George only smirks at you.  "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were," he pauses in to lean closer to you for dramatic effect, "jealous."

Your eyes widen.  "Jealous?"  A laugh escapes your lips and you smile at George.  "Why's that?"

He only shrugs.  "I wouldn't know."

You rock on your heels and grab onto both drinks.  "Well, as fascinating as this conversation is, I've got to get going back to Katie." You look back down at the pumpkin juice.  "I told her I'd bring her back something to drink."

George grins.  "You Hufflepuffs are too kind for your own good."

You nod and return a matching grin.  "Hufflepuffs are the best."

"Wait."

You turn around once more, one of your eyebrows arched questioningly.  "Yes?"

George sneaks a frantic glance at something or someone behind you, but he soon retains his normal countenance.  "Can you help me with something?"

You look at the two drinks in your hand, and then turn around to look back at Katie.  "Well I really have to go -"

George takes the drinks out of your hands and sets them on the table.  "You know, Katie doesn't much like pumpkin juice anyway."  He grabs a hold of your hand and drags you towards the different areas of the Gryffindor Common Room.

Your eyes widen at the unexpected contact and you smile a little to yourself.  George's hand is warm, a nice sort of warm.  You tell yourself to enjoy this moment, as it's hard to spend time with him considering the two of you are in different houses.  You shake your head and continue following the tall ginger twin.

You both finally stop.  You look at George with a bewildered expression.  "What?"

George sits down on a couch and you take a seat next to him, still unsure to what this is all about.  

He looks down at his feet and sighs a little.  "I need help with Astronomy."  He rubs the back of his neck and his ears turn a bit red.  "My mum's gone mad this year, she says if I get another," he grimaces, "well let's just say anything less than a Dreadful, I'm grounded for the summer."

You bite your lip.  "You mean a Troll."

George looks at you with an annoyed expression.  "Yes, (Y/N).  A Troll."

A smile suddenly lights up your features.  "Of course I'll help you!" You feel especially happy inside, knowing that you'll get to see George more, and suddenly you can't help but tease him a little.  "I never thought I'd see the day you'd come crawling to ask me for help."

George glares at you and his ears turn even redder than before.  "It's not like I wanted to.  I just need to pass the bloody class."

The comment strikes hard, and you can feel the smile slipping away from your face.  That hurt, probably a lot more than it should have.  You knew he didn't mean it, but at the same time you can't help wonder if this is what your friendship means to him.  Nothing more than passing a class.

You cover your hurt with a laugh, but it ends up sounding a little more fake than usual.  "Well, I'll see you around Georgie.  You'll be passing Astronomy in no time, the sooner the better.  Less time we'll have to spend together."  You punch him lightly in the arm, and grin at him.  The grin feels strange, it feels foreign on your face.  

George's ears begin to return to their original color, and he looks at you with a strange look in his eyes.  "I didn't mean it like that-"

You laugh.  "It's okay.  It was funny." You wave at him and begin to head back to Katie.

You sit down next to her, your body sinking into the plush velvet cushions.  You lean back and cross your legs.

Katie turns her head to look at you and she smiles.  "There you are!"  She points at Fred.  "Shush now, we're about to start."

Fred is tossing the drawstring bag between his hands, and he turns to look at each person with a devilish smirk.  "Last chance, last chance?"

Katie nudges you.  "Sure you don't want to play?"

You roll your eyes.  "Sure. One hundred percent sure."

Fred catches the bag in his hands and his mouth turns up into a grin.  "Seven minutes in heaven.  You know the rules.  Seven minutes with you and a certain someone, in the closet." He winks and strides over towards a girl with blonde hair.  "Ladies first."

The blonde shakes her head.  "I think not."

Katie smiles and turns to look at you with amusement in her eyes.  "That's Alicia.  She's on my quidditch team.  She's super sweet."  Katie turned to whisper something in your ear.  "Rumor has it that Fred has a thing for her."

You frowned.  "But I thought he liked Angelina."  

Katie shrugs.  "Yeah.  Just a rumor.  I'm not quite sure what's happening with the Weasley boys."

Fred sighs and digs his hand into the bag.  "Your loss." He picks something out of the bag.  It's a galleon.  Fred rolls his eyes.  "Whose is this?"

George perks his head up and grins sheepishly.  "Mine."

You snicker to yourself.  "Since when do we put coins in the bag?"

George walks into the closet, but not without clapping his brother on the back and winking.

Fred reaches into the bag again and pulls out something gold.  It's only a small flash, but you move your head, trying to get a glimpse of it clearly.  You feel for your necklace, and your stomach plummets.

Fred holds his palm up and he dangles that familiar gold locket in between his fingertips.  "And the lucky winner who gets to join my dear twin, is?" He searches throughout the rest of the people in the room.

You scowl and your eyes narrow.

Fred frowns at the lack of a response and he looks a little amused.  "Is George really that awful?" He laughs a little to himself.  He tosses the locket between his palms.

You stand up.  "That's mine." Your hand stretches out and you look at Fred blankly.  "Give it here."

Fred whistles and tosses you the necklace and you catch it, attaching it back around your neck.  "I expected more of a reaction, to be honest." He says, his freckles dotting his cheeks.  "We're identical, and I'm pretty attractive."

You roll your eyes.  "Well I didn't put my necklace in the bag."  

Fred shrugs.  "Sorry.  We have exactly the right amount of people now so you sort of have to go."  He turns to whisper something under his breath, something only you can hear.  "Plus a little birdie told me he has a bit of a thing for you."

Your cheeks flush and you glare at the ginger twin.  

He raises his eyebrows and his voice returns to it's normal tone.  "So what will it be?"

You scowl and clench your fists. "Fine. I'll go.  But this has nothing to do with anything."  You walk towards the closet with a wrinkled nose and heavy breaths.  You pass by Katie and glower.  "Traitor."

She waves at you.      

You grab onto the closet door and pull it open, shutting it with a slam.  The room is dark, and you take a step towards the left side.  You bump into someone, George, and he mutters an awfully loud "ouch".  

"Oh please.  That didn't hurt at all."

George's eyes widen and he squints his eyes to see in the dimly lit room.  "(Y/N)?"

You sigh and move him to the right so you can stand somewhere to his left.  "Me.  Surprise!"

George rubs the back of his neck.  "I thought this was a quote unquote stupid game with snogging in stinky closets."

"I was tricked." You run a hand through your hair.  "I thought we could get to work on that astronomy tutoring." Your voice is cool and you look anywhere but George.

You can feel his gaze burning against you and you can just feel him urging you to look towards him and away from your feet.

"(Y/N) -"

"Astronomy is a natural science that studies celestial objects and phenomena.  In the case of Jupiter, we're studying the moons."  You bite your lip and your fingers tremble a little.  "Europa's surface is mainly ice -"

"(Y/N), listen."

You shake your head and continue.  "Europa's surface is mainly ice, water ice, and it has twice as much water as we do.  On Earth.  Io -"

"I didn't mean to hurt you," George murmurs finally, interrupting you.  "I didn't mean to snap."  He looks at you with eyes that are soft and vulnerable.  

You shut your eyes.  "Io is the innermost moon and it's very volcanically active -"

George's fingers come to rest on your shoulder and he shakes you, just a little. "Shut up."

You finally look at him, and you struggle to keep your face calm.  "I wouldn't want to waste any of your time.  We're being forced in here together, we might as well start learning."

"I don't want to learn about astronomy now.  I want to learn more about you.  I want to be with my friend."

Why did he have to be well, George Weasley?  George Weasley with his perfect ginger hair and warm eyes and voice that melts off his tongue like molten honey and soft touches like little bundles of clouds.  You try to forget about the way you feel when you meet his gaze, like everything around you blurs into little bits of color and all that matters is just you and him.

"Is that what we are? Friends?"

George looks at you with bewilderment.  "I've known you since we were little.  Of course we're friends."  He turns to look down at the ground, and his voice comes out quieter.  Laced with hope.  "What did you want us to be?"

You can feel your pulse rising, but you shake your head.  "I-I... I'm afraid you're becoming a little too cool, Mr. Popular." You force a grin.  "It sounds like I'm not cool enough for you to hang out with anymore." Your voice is teasing.

"What're you getting at?"

You sigh.  "George, we're two different people than who we were when we were younger.  We've both grown.  I've changed.  Hell, you've changed."

George shakes his head.  "That's not true.  I know you're still the same." He steps closer to you.  "You've just gotten better at hiding it."  

You look up at him with large eyes.  "That's, that's not -"

George only nods. "It is.  You're still kind.  And caring, and loyal.  You've gotten so much more funny and sarcastic, don't know how that could have happened," he grinned, "and you still have that temper that only comes second to my mum's." His grin softens into a smile and his eyes meet yours.  "And you're sensitive behind all that.  Still."  The way he looks at you, the way it feels as if he's searching through you, makes you look away and close your eyes.  

"Since when did you become such the sentimentalist?"

George looks like he wants to say more, but then the door to the closet opens and you turn to squeeze his hand.

"Sorry Georgie.  Time's up." You walk out of the closet and escape the Gryffindor Common Room.

George chases after you and he finally catches up to you as you walk up a moving staircase.  He grabs onto your hand and pulls you a little so you turn to face him.  He's a little breathless, you look beautiful.  The candlelight from the castle illuminates your skin and your eyes seem to sparkle.  He loves the way you smile and the way you laugh, and he knows that although you don't understand, you're the most gorgeous person he's ever had the privilege to like.  To love.

You bite your lip and stare at him softly.  "George," you sigh.  You walk up the rest of the stairs and try to not feel the obvious warmth that travels up your fingertips from your hand that is clearly grasped in his.

George steps closer to you and suddenly you are very much aware of the golden flecks in his eyes and the freckles that dance across his cheeks and nose and forehead.  

"I wanted to do this earlier, but I know you don't very much care for closets."

He leans his head against yours, and you suck in a breath as you realize what's happening.  You can't form words, you can't move, you can't breathe.  But then again, you don't quite want to move.  You can feel his breath against your face and your heart is pounding and beating frantically.

When his lips meet yours it's like something of your dreams.  His hands are cupping your cheeks and you can feel the cool stone against your back as you step back towards the castle wall.  His lips are soft and slightly chapped, and you can feel everything.  He smells like mint and late nights by the fireplace.

He pulls away and your eyes flutter open lazily.  You smile at him shyly and look down at your feet, your fingers flying up to fiddle with your necklace.

George looks at you with fondness, and he wraps his arms around your waist.  You look up at him and he leans down to kiss you again.  But this time you are ready.  You bring your hands around his shoulders and kiss him back, softly, moving your own lips against his.  You can feel him smile and that in turn makes a grin spread across your face.  You shiver a little as the cool stone presses against your back even more than before and the kiss seems to become just a little more real.

George's nose nuzzles against your own.

"So what does this make us?" You ask curiously.        

He shrugs.  "I don't know.  I'd like for you to be my girlfriend.  But I don't mind just going wherever this takes us."

You grin.  "I'd like for you to be my boyfriend."

George laughs softly.  "Of course you do.  I've been told I'm incredibly irresistible."

You pull out of his grasp and grab his hand.  "Of course you have."

[justcallmesailor]

Neighbors of the Night (Elijah Mikaelson x Reader)

Word Count: 1265

Summary: Everyone knows about the Mikaelson's superior vampirism. However, Esther created a secondary group of Original vampires at the same time to function as soulmates for each of her children. The pairs, when together, would have insurmountable power. Thus, when Esther aims to rid her children of their vampire ways, she targets the soulmates as well. When you find yourself the target of Esther's wrath, you look for the Mikaelsons and stumble upon an unknown soulmate.

A/N: Alright so I know I have plenty of requests right now. However, I promise I’m working on them but this was for my quotev. I thought I might as well post it on here. I’ll probably write more than one chapter on there but whether or not I post them on here is up to you guys! I hope whoever reads this enjoys it! I sincerely promise I’m writing requests too, it just takes me awhile and I really wanted to write something for The Originals seeing as I’m three seasons in now.

         The past few days had put you through hell; you had been on the run from Esther, whom you hadn't seen in centuries, and you were now looking for her children in hopes of finding out what was even going on. After asking multiple groups of vampires, you had finally narrowed down the Mikaelson's location to New Orleans. Turns out you had been on the wrong side of the country to speak with any Mikaelson, so you hitchhiked your way to Louisiana. Upon spending way too many hours in various cars, you were extremely eager to receive a definitive answer as to why Esther was after you because all of her explanations were far too jumbled for you to understand.

         As soon as you arrived in the infamous New Orleans, you wandered around the streets. While enjoying the environment around you, the collection of local shops, and, of course, the music, you stumbled upon a sign outside an open gate that you instantly recognized as a symbol for the Mikaelson family.  You were surprised at how quickly you found them, assuming they'd be much more secretive than they had been. However, you didn't take their conspicuous nature for granted and immediately went inside.

       You stormed in through the front gate, introduced with a hand around your neck and a familiar brother and sister behind the man currently choking you. Except, they were missing a couple brothers. Not surprisingly, Klaus was the first to speak up as he released your neck, "(Y/N)?" You rolled your eyes, "Yes, it's actually me Niklaus. I'm 'back from the dead' 1000 years later. I think; honestly, I've lost count of the centuries. Can we skip the shocked faces, please? I'm only here to ask about Esther and then I'll leave." Rather than getting the chorus of confused responses you were expecting, you found that three sets of eyes were trained on your neck.

       You sighed and said, "What are you all looking at? Did Niklaus bruise me? It wouldn't be the first time..." Elijah interrupted your ramblings, "It actually appears to be my first name being written on your neck." Your hand quickly came up to cover your neck, feeling a few ridges with your fingers. The burning soon followed, you assumed it was due to the letters that were delicately traced on the right side of your neck. When the pain dissipated, you traced over the same spot to find that the ridges had disappeared, "Is it gone?" All three shook their heads, eyes still trained on your neck.

       You groaned, deciding it was simply another "gift" from Esther, "Any of you happen to know why Esther would have done this?" Your question was quickly followed by another question, "(Y/N), how are you still alive?" You knew you wouldn't get much further if you didn't answer their questions, it was quite obvious they were a paranoid group, "Your lovely mother, Esther, turned me into a vampire around the same time as your family. Now she's coming after me saying I need to be 'cleansed' for her son or something."

       Elijah spoke once again, "I'd assume she was attempting to 'cleanse' you for me, seeing as you do have my name burned onto your neck at the moment. I can't imagine what exactly she means, however." Rebekah, Klaus, and Elijah exchanged a look that you weren't able to interpret. Elijah walked over to you as Klaus and Rebekah began to exit the courtyard area. As soon as Elijah reached out to grab your arm and his hand made contact with your skin, however, the two of you both simultaneously collapsed.

       You clutched your heart as it began to race, feeling a surge of something run through you. Elijah sharply removed his hand from your skin, the feeling soon dissipated as a dull burn was left behind where his hand had been. Rebekah had run over when you both collapsed, checking to see if you were both okay. Klaus had remained where he was, watching the altercation with intrigue in his eyes. It seemed the name on your neck would have far more implications than any of them had expected.

       "Does...anyone know...what just happened..?" You said, struggling to get the words out over your labored breaths.

       "I think we can all agree that (Y/N) and Elijah do not touch until we have deciphered what exactly happens when they do," Rebekah said, ignoring your question once more. Her words were met with an unanimous agreement.

       Annoyed, you spoke louder in hopes of getting their attention, "Alright, enough of this. Can someone tell me why Esther is targeting me?" Elijah looked over at you, clearly having experienced the same feeling you had when the two of you touched, "Has she not told you? She wants to eliminate vampires and their monstrous ways. It is quite obvious why she would target you. Especially if we're connected in any way." After Rebekah was sure you were okay, she continued out of the courtyard, dragging Klaus with her. Once they were gone, you glanced at Elijah, "So..." He raised an eyebrow, "So?" You frowned, "I don't know. Honestly, I was hoping you'd be able to finish that sentence for me." He sighed, "I'm not entirely sure what there is to say. I believe we're both unclear about the details of this situation." You chuckled, running a hand through your hair, "That's a first." He glanced at you, "What is?" You stretched and got up, the burning finally going away, "The eloquent Elijah Mikaelson not knowing what to say." He laughed briefly, getting up as well.

       "Would you follow me? I'd rather not collapse again." He said, walking in the same direction Klaus and Rebekah had exited.  "Where exactly are you taking me?" you said. He paused and turned to look at you, "To ask my brothers a few questions about my mother's intentions and what that burn on your neck entails." You realized something, "Wait. Did you figure that out from one look?" He nodded. "Freaky," you muttered. He raised an eyebrow, a silent gesture telling you to follow him.

       Reluctantly, you followed Elijah inside and were greeted by two men chained to opposite staircases with Klaus and Rebekah standing in the foyer between the two. Rebekah smiled, "Finally. I was beginning to think we'd have to drag you two inside." You glanced at the two people currently chained to the staircases before glancing at Elijah, "These are your brothers...? They look....different." As you turned your head to look at Elijah, the one with green eyes, either Finn or Kol, caught a glimpse of the name on your neck, "Ah...(Y/N) and Elijah. Interesting." Klaus looked over at him, "Mind sharing with the class what you're rambling about, Kol?"

       You looked over, "You're Kol, then...?" He winked at you, "That's my name, darling. Don't wear it out," he then turned to Klaus to answer his question, "Anyways, do you really not know?" Klaus simply glared at him, clearly he didn't know. Kol sighed, "Well, I sincerely hope you find out." Unfortunately for Kol, he had made Klaus annoyed so he now had a hand around his neck, "You better spit it out, I know how susceptible witches are to death."

       Giving in, Kol barely got the words out of his mouth whilst being choked, "Fine. They're soulmates." Klaus immediately let go of his throat, everyone in the room, with the exception of Finn and Kol, were simultaneously jarred and bewildered by the news of your supposed connection to Elijah.

Part 2

Taglist (I didn’t think that anyone would be interested but if you are just send me an ask):

@thegingerthatwaited

[seasons-of-ceres]

I’m having a moment

I started posting fanfic for the chance to be critiqued, but I’ve always been worried about someone plagiarizing what I’ve written. This is the reason my personal writing will never show up on this site because my original writing is so important to me. If you ever see my personal stuff, you’re fucking lucky and I trust you more than words can say.

I no longer have to worry about this because its happened; someone found a fanfic on Quotev that takes a lot of “inspiration” from my Common Ground Revali fic.

I don’t have a Quotev account and I’m not going to make one to speak with the author. Their 14 chapter story is mostly original, which makes this bother me less, but I’m hesitant to share the fic because I don’t want any hate directed at them. 

End of the day, there’s nothing I can do. I’m still going to take requests and post stuff, but damn if I’m not angry and disappointed.

[bessonbitch]

To my followers,

I take dual-credit classes at my high school, which are college classes that earn both a college credit and a high credit. This semester, one of the classes I’m taking is Psychology 110. We’ve just started our positive psychology unit, and one thing that we have to do is write a letter to someone we believe we haven’t properly thanked and then we have to read the letter to them. The one I submitted for a grade was for my best friend, but I wanted to do one for you guys too. I tried to record this for you guys, but the video ended up being thirteen minutes long and was too large of a file to be uploaded to Tumblr. So, instead, I settled for just putting the written letter up for you guys to read. (For the record, this is a lot of background about me and who I am before I actually get to the appreciation part #sorrynotsorry)

If you don’t know me, hi. I’m Kayla, I’m seventeen, turning eighteen in November. I’m from a small town in eastern Kentucky that is the definition of conservative America. I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was five years old when my kindergarten teacher told me that some stupid story I wrote was good and that she was going to put it my writing portfolio that the school made us do. I started writing then, and I haven’t stopped since…

Well, that’s a lie. In sixth grade, I had this tyrant of an English teacher. She was obsessive, wanted us to write a very specific way and that didn’t sit well with me. I struggled in the class, and had panic attacks almost weekly for the entire year because I felt like what I wrote wasn’t good enough, that it didn’t meet her unrealistic standards. By the time I got to the seventh grade, I was completely turned off by writing.

So, for about a year, I didn’t write. I used to write fanfics all the time—mostly for Justin Bieber or the dance group ICONic Boyz (if you’ve been around long enough to know who these guys are, wow, hi, it’s nice to meet someone else who’s been as obsessive as I am for as long as I have), and the occasional Percy Jackson fic. That stopped, too, after the sixth grade. I didn’t get the same enjoyment out of it anymore, but I still read fanfictions online. In the sixth grade, I also found the band One Direction. I remember being the first person who liked them in middle school, because they weren’t quite marketing to America yet. Throughout sixth and seventh grade, I read fanfictions for 1D all the time. I never had any homework, so I spent every free moment just reading these godawful fanfictions written by people who used every trope imaginable in one story because that’s just what we did in 2012. In case you don’t know what that means, I believe 2012 was about when people started referring to “eyes” as “orbs”...Yeah, I’ve been around that long. (I started the fanfic phase waaaay back in fourth grade, in case you were wondering.)

I don’t remember what compelled me to write again. I think it was because I ran out of fanfictions to read. I’m not sure. But I remember one day, motivation hit me like a truck. So, I picked up the pen—well, the laptop, if we’re being technical—and wrote the stories that only I knew how to write. Sixth grade English did help me with one thing, and that was how to actually structure a story and its plot and not just go on forever about some crap that, at the end of the day, doesn’t matter in the story. You know, kind of like this letter than I have no idea where I’m going with.

I started writing again and I haven’t stopped since. I found people who loved and appreciated my work. I posted content on a website called Quotev (it used to be called Quizzazz and you can bet your ass I was pissed when they changed the name), and every once in a while, I’ll log on to see what’s going on over there. To this day, I still get comments from people saying they love my work even though I haven’t updated on there in years. And, really, that’s what motivates me to write.

Don’t get me wrong, I love writing. I love putting ideas to paper and expressing myself the only way I know how. It’s one of the few things that I can turn to, when I feel an array of emotions that I don’t quite know how to confront. But to know that someone other than me enjoys what I do…It’s a reward all on its own. I appreciate every comment, every person who says that they love the fanfiction I published. And I’m not just saying that—I really do mean it.

When I got to my junior year, they wanted us to know what we wanted to do with our lives. I wanted to write. I didn’t care what it was—if it was fiction, nonfiction, technical writing. I didn’t care. Writing is oxygen for me. I can’t live without it. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t write anymore.

That same year, I had taken a bit of a break from writing fanfictions. I’d focused more on original stories, creating a world that no one else had ever thought of. I never finished anything—I never really do. My mind kept bouncing from topic to topic and refused to stay in one place for too long. I landed on an idea that I haven’t been shaken off of yet. It’s a story about magic, and it’s still in the planning stages so I don’t want to talk about it too much, but I think this is the story that I’ll finish.

Around that same time, my friend forced Why Don’t We on me. She made me listen to their music every time we were together, and we were together a lot. She sent me pics of them, videos, and everything else imaginable. That started back in either April or May, and I eventually joined the fandom in August. That’s when I started this blog and I think know I’ve said this a lot, but I wasn’t planning on keeping this blog. I expected myself to delete bessonbitch within a week of creating it.

Then, for the first time in a long time, I started writing fanfiction. I saw very few Corbyn fics on here, so I made a songfic of When She Loved Me. It’s a song from Toy Story 2, and I actually cry when I listen to it. It’s actually pretty pathetic to see someone who’s almost an adult cry like a baby while listening to this song, but I digress. Anyways, when I was writing the fic, I had tears streaming down my face and I didn’t know have the first clue where I was going with the story. I was in what my psychology professor calls “flow”, which is kind of where I’m so focused on a task that the world melts around me and I do my best work. I don’t notice how much time has passed. I wasn’t quite aware of what I’m doing. It’s something everyone can get to, but it’s really hard to figure out what puts you so the in the moment that nothing else matters. I hadn’t been in the flow in a very long time, and I didn’t realize what I was doing until I’d already hit the publish button. I was so in the moment that I don’t even remember tagging the fic, or even figuring out what the word count was.

All of a sudden, I had fifty followers. Then a hundred. Then two, three, four hundred. I’m almost to five hundred (499 as of 4:57pm!!!), and I have no idea why you guys like what I do so much. And I’m not just saying that—I really don’t understand why you like me. I’m not the best at what I do—half the time, I’m not even posting my best work on here. I know I can do better, but you guys still like it. You still like and reblog and add little comments that actually make my day better.

I don’t talk to most of you guys. I don’t talk to any of you, really. There’s only two people that I actually talk to on here. But I notice all of you. I see you when I’m at school and I just get a spam of likes. I see you when check my phone in the middle of the night and you’ve reblogged a fic that I’m convinced turned out to be shit. I see you and I want to talk to all of you, to be friends with all of you, but I don’t know how. There’s only two people I talk to frequently, and one of them I’ve known for four years and the other one initiated the friendship. But even though I don’t talk to most of you, I love you all the same.

I said earlier that I don’t always post my best work on here. That wasn’t just me being insecure or something. I know I can do better, but I’m not always motivated to it. I know that I can make the beginning better. I know I can make the ending better. I know I can make the actual plot better. But, for whatever reason, I can’t convince myself to do my absolute best work. There’s a lot of times where I feel like the imagines I’m posting are absolute crap. But you guys always like them, and I don’t know why.

When I first got back into writing, I didn’t feel confident in what I was doing. I had spent so long out of practice that I didn’t have the first clue where to begin with writing. It took years for me to finally feel comfortable in my writing. There are still times that I don’t feel comfortable at all. When I publish an imagine, I freak out. I care a little too much about what you guys think of my work. I know I probably shouldn’t, but after you’re made to feel like crap for something you love to do, it’s hard to get to a place where you don’t worry what people think. That’s why I have to schedule my imagines to be posted. I can’t just hit the publish button after I finish writing. It freaks me out waaay too much to do that. So, if you send me a request, and it seems like it takes me forever to publish it, that’s why. I will do every request, but they won’t be up as soon as you probably want. (If you’re interested in what my schedule is, I will post an imagine every three days.) 

Thank you for everything you guys have done. Thank you for following me, thank you for liking and reblogging and adding little comments to every imagine I publish. I appreciate everything you guys do. Thank you for dealing with me. Thank you for being amazing.

I love all of you. I love all of you so so so so so much. I don’t think you guys understand how much y’all mean to me. I love you. Honestly, I don’t know what else to say except I love you. Thank you for everything you’ve ever done. I know I don’t talk to everyone, and I hate that I don’t talk to more of you. But please please know that I appreciate every interaction you’ve ever made with my blog.

Thank you thank you thank you.

Love,

Kayla Porter

This was something I added in the video I was going to upload with this, but because I couldn’t do that, here are my social links in case anyone wants to follow and/or talk to me:

Instagram: @/writingactually

Twitter: @/writingactually

Snapchat: @/thewallflower7

Wattpad: @/zukosprincess

:)))

[starwriterulia]

Submersion - Chapter 1: Fun and When It Spoils

Tags: Sope, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Suga, J-Hope.

Word/Page Count: 2473 words/7 pages

Description: 

♥ BTS Sope + 2 Surprises ♥ Someone is being blackmailed at the Yuseong Hotel Indoor Swimming Pool, and it's literally written on the walls in blood. Jungkook's dad says the police haven't gotten the results if it's human blood or not. But, what's certain is that everyone has their own idea of why this person is being targeted and who's to blame.

Originally from my Quotev.

WE: Unlike No Translation Needed, the actual plot will happen hella soon, And, uh... this isn't just a Sope story. Thanks for reading!

        In a place of community like my town, when word comes around of something that's about anyone, it travels quickly. This is something all children learn when growing up, unless they never leave their rooms. Yawning a little, I tell my dad goodbye as I get out of his car near the pool building door with my gym bag in hand. It's been a week since that writing was found on the walls. It could be seen as soon as you walked into the pool area: Your existence disgusts me, Park Jimin.

        Jimin is a strong person who would never let those words get to him personally. The six of us were there to support him nonetheless, as was anyone in the community who had a mouth of wisdom. My friends and I are thankful they decided to quickly clean the mess so business could go on. It's a popular spot for young adults to meet who like to exercise in the winter or bad weather. We've had April Showers, alright, and we've been having cold nights, so the parks are dangerously icy. Dad drives away to an all-day date with my mom as I enter the building, and my phone receives a text. I look at my phone to see that Seokjin had texted me, and unlock it to answer him. 

>Are you at the pool yet? We're waiting in the locker room for you.)

(Yes, I just got here.<

        I pay the entrance fee, take a lock for a locker, and take a left to enter the men's area. I catch Jimin's eyes, and he gives me his famous eye-smile that always killed the girls in high school. He's wearing his favorite pair of nylon swim trunks, which are light blue with pink stripes down the legs. "Hey, you made it."

        "Yeah, and I was almost late. Forgot to set my alarm."

        "You would've been fine, Hoseok." Seokjin says, wearing polyester, dust pink swim trunks with white decorative strings. He sits on a bench with Jungkook, who wears polyester, racing red swim trunks with white cotton strings. Namjoon leans on the left wall to the pool door with Yoongi, the showers in the back just past the doors, the changing stalls and bathroom cubicles are on the right. Namjoon wears black nylon swim trunks with gold snake-like patterns on the bottoms of the legs, and Yoongi wears nylon, neon green swim trunks with black bottoms.

        "Ah, thanks." 

        "Are we going swimming, now?" Jungkook asks.

        "I thought we were going to wait for Taehyung?" Jimin asks.

        "Taehyung has a cold, he isn't coming today." Namjoon says.

        "Aw." Jimin drops his shoulders.

        Seokjin sighs and stands up, patting Jungkook's head. "OK, get changed quickly Hoseok. We'll try to wait for you a little longer." I nod in reply, and the guys head towards the pools, Yoongi opening the door and going in first. Namjoon holds it open for Jimin and Jungkook, but Seokjin insists Namjoon enter first, so Namjoon obliges to his request.

      �� Seokjin sends me his princely smile, and I return it with my cheeky smile, then he closes the door. I pick a locker and put my bag in it, taking out my polyester, black swim trunks with dark green circles down the legs. I go into a changing room and strip, slipping into my trunks, then put away my clothes and shower before entering the pool area. My ears are immediately greeted by Jungkook's and Jimin's exclaims as they climb the eight foot tall slide to the left by the deep pool. Its deepest end is six feet, which is where the slide drops into, and its lowest depth is three feet.

        Namjoon wades in the deep pool around the four foot mark with Seokjin, and they seem to be talking, but I can't hear over Jimin and Jungkook. There's a large, circular hot tub beyond the deep pool, eight lounge chairs circling it. I look right to the shallow pool, its depths one to three feet, and the lazy river on the left connects to it. There are three girls and a boy playing amongst themselves, and four people in suits sit and stand in the lounge chairs by the window on the right wall. The smallest girl, who is foreign and has a small round head and small arms but looks familiar from somewhere, splashes water at a very pretty Korean girl who could pass for a celebrity.

        They have long hair to their shoulder blades; the shorter girl has forehead bangs, and the second girl has bangs sideswept to the right. The Korean girl wears a black and purple striped one-piece swimsuit. But, it's hard to tell what the foreign girl is wearing under her oversized, navy blue shirt. All I can see is a black bikini bottom. But, her chest is evidently large, so she's probably self-conscious. I feel a little sad for her, confidence is an important thing, and she's pretty cute. 

       The other Korean girl who could easily be an idol has hair to her shoulders with forehead bangs and a large chest. She must be confident with her body, which is nice to see. She wears a pink, yellow and orange striped bikini top and bottom. The Korean boy has roughly cut, short blond hair and a face that reminds me of Seokjin and someone else, too. He wears silver polyester swim trunks with sky blue strings and thin lines of the same color above the bottom.

        "Hoseok, are you coming in?" Seokjin asks.

        I smile and nod a little, then walk to the four foot mark and dive in. I surface and shake my head and wipe my face. "Ah, the water's good." I look around a little, eyes narrowed a bit. "Where did Yoongi go?"

        "He went to get pool toys from the bin, over there." Seokjin answers. "See? He's coming back now." I look behind me to see Yoongi with his arms full of six pool noodles and two medium-sized beach balls.

        I laugh and ask, "Is this what they call poolside service?"

        "Want to find out?" Yoongi throws the pool toys at me, and I squeak, covering my head with my arms as the noodles slipp around me. One ball drops beside me, but I watch the other bounce into the other pool. "Watch out!" The tall Korean girl bounces it back like a volleyball, and I jump up to catch it. "Sorry!"

        "It's OK!" She replies. As Yoongi sits on the edge of the pool, I hear Jungkook scream as he comes down the slide, taking a plunge and surfacing a good distance from the slide.

        "Are you coming?" Jungkook yells, pulling himself onto the edge of the pool.

        "That was a pathetic splash! You're buying, Jungkook!" Jimin replies.

        "What are you guys playing for, this time?" Namjoon asks. 

        "Ice cream sandwiches." Jungkook answers.

        "It's barely the beginning of April, and you want ice cream?" I laugh.

        "We've done it before. Ice cream is good any time."

        "Hey, stop talking and watch me, Jungkook!" Jimin shouts.

        "Then, come down!" Jungkook replies. Hardly a moment later, I hear Jimin joyfully holler as he slides. He sends a lot of water flying, for being so small.

        Jimin surfaces near Jungkook, who laughs. "What's so funny?" 

        "That was such a small splash, aha ha ha!"

        "I think Jimin's splash was a lot bigger than yours, Jungkook." Namjoon says.

        "I agree." I add, Seokjin and Yoongi nodding. Jimin laughs and applauds himself, and Jungkook groans before laughing and slipping into the pool. "Come play over here, guys. Yoongi brought the pool noodles."

        They give a small 'OK' and swim over to us as someone's phone plays Strength by HOLOGRAM, a big agency's new, five member boy group. 'The ground you build on, the air you breathe in.' The boy on the other side stops pushing around the short haired girl and hoists himself onto the edge. Jimin and Jungkook grab pool noodles and start a war with Seokjin and Namjoon while Suga makes his way to the stairs of the pool. 'The fire you seek when drenched in rain, the divine leader you need.' He dries his hands on a towel laying on a chair and is given his phone by a suited person.

        "Hello, Daekeun. Yes, we're at the pool already." Daekeun... and, this guy's face... oh, this is Hwang Taeho of HOLOGRAM, the cool and Silk Voice leader known for his chocolate abs. I recognize the short haired girl to be his sister, Hwang Hyejae, a main vocal of HOST from another big agency. She's nicknamed Hypejae for her overkill aegyo and fanservice, and is also known for being a great model.

        "No, the other girls aren't here, yet. Yes, Haeun and Eunju came." I jump a little as my tapped shoulder snaps me out of a trance. Oh, it's Yoongi.

        "Do you know them?" He asks.

        "Not personally. The boy is Hwang Taeho and the short haired girl is his sister, Eunju. They're both idols."

        "Daekeun, she's a great person, if you would give her the time of day..." 

        As Taeho sighs and lowers his phone, the short girl says, "He really can't get over my weird body, can he?" She scoffs and begins to exit the pool. "Took me long enough to like my own face."

        "Eunju, wait." The other girl grabs her wrist as the small girl freezes. "Don't let Daekeun tell you what to do. Please stay." Eunju, and her unique body...

        "Oh, the small girl is a popular Canadian MC of Hello! EXO-L, Hello! St☆rlight and Hello! ONCE, Young Eunju. The fourth girl is Mun Haeun, an assistant teacher and dancer, Eunju's best friend." I say, looking to Yoongi who nods.

        "Yeah, she's still here. She's frozen after knowing what you wanted before I said anything, idiot." Taeho sneers.

        Eunju sighs deeply and turns to Haeun with a frown. "How can I? My writing isn't helping me. I'm dizzy, let's go home before I do something stupid." She reenters the pool and wades over to hug Hyejae. "Tell Daekeun he won, I'm going home. Maybe I'll stay longer than 30 minutes, next time."

        "Eunju..." Hyejae softly says. "Please don't go."

        "Sorry. I'm... I'm sorry I'm not in HOST, too." Eunju takes a step back and smiles. "I'm glad you're singing for me, though." Hyejae smiles a little in return, then Eunju and Haeun exit the pool.

        "Yeah, she's going. Good job." Taeho double takes. "I'm not agreeing with you! Eunju just got turned down again!"

        "She has no job, and we're all worried, Daekeun. No, don't say anything else! Just come here, and don't bring her up again." He hangs up, and meets Eunju's eyes. She gives him a small smile, and he returns it. "Get some rest. You're getting two response letters tomorrow, right?"

        "Yeah, that's right. I'm looking forward to it."

         "Good luck." He makes a fist of encouragement, and she returns it, waving to Hyejae who waves back before she and Haeun exit.  

        "Poor girl. Hope things work out for her." I comment. 

        "Hey, Hoseok, Yoongi!" Jungkook shouts. "Stop eavesdropping and start playing with us!" He throws us each a pool noodle. Yoongi sighs and looks to me with his signature sleepy eyes.

        I laugh and hit his arm, then he yells and hits me back, and the real war began there. Eventually four other boys and eight other girls enter the area. They were pretty noisy and had a camera crew, so we were politely asked to leave by a few managers who sincerely apologized for the inconvenience, Namjoon replying that we understood. As we changed, Jimin hissed. "Hey, it's only 10:16. We were hardly playing for 30 minutes, too."

        "Yeah, us and that poor girl." I comment. "I wonder which one of those guys is Daekeun, it's his fault the two girls left." 

        "Daekeun was the one with silver hair and a square face." Namjoon says. "He's known for being a little arrogant, but he's generally well-behaved. The group is new, so we don't know the members well."

        "HOLOGRAM is alright, but on the verge of looking like a hot mess." Yoongi comments. "They sound good, though. Strength was well made, but Joy was weak for my taste."

        Namjoon laughs. "I think they have a cool concept and good lyrics. Joy was a cute song, yes, but I liked Light best, it was almost hypnotizing. I saw his sister, Hyejae, too. HOST is interesting, it's too bad their storywriter didn't make the cut. Young Eunju was cute and smart."

        "I saw her apologizing to Hyejae for not making it into the group." I say.

        "Yeah, I saw... what's she up to?"

        "She doesn't have a job. She's struggling to find a company to accept her writing, I guess."

        "Ah, that's right. She's waiting for another group to star in the Hello! series, though EXO promised us a second season with their comeback. Eunju was featured as a character in part of her and Hyejae's agreement with the company when she didn't make the cut to use it. She hoped it would help her become a writer, but I guess it had no affect. I wish her luck."

        I nod in agreement as Jimin and Jungkook race out of the locker room. Seokjin drops his shoulders as he watches. He puts his shirt on the bench, then opens the door to the main area. "Guys, we're not at a park. This isn't a place to run around."

       "So?" I hear them reply, followed by laughter. It gets louder and further away as a door opens. Ah, they went outside.

        "Well, at least they can burn off some more energy and make room for lunch after we visit the police station and pick up Taehyung." Seokjin sighs, continuing to put his shirt on. We finish getting dressed, then go outside to find Jimin and Jungkook just coming to rest nearby us. "Done?" They reply 'yes', bent over and panting. "Good, because Jongmoo is here."

        A police car rolls up to the sidewalk, and Jungkook's dad, Officer Jongmoo, puts down his window. His partner, Officer Myeongna, sits in the front passenger seat. "You boys ready to go?" Jongmoo asks, and we answer 'yes, sir'. "Good, get in. We took the van just for you. We'll take our cars when we go for lunch so you're not illegally cramped in an eight-passenger van with eleven people." I laugh with Jungkook and Jimin a little, and we clamber in and buckle up, then pull into the street.

-Submersion-

[akihsulkaz]

An Update on my Life (but less depressing)

If you haven’t seen my post before this, I am more depressed than ever. Like every angsty teenager nowadays. I was supposed to add more but I got distracted by my family watching comedic shit.

I’m still a trash can. There’s that. Heck, if you follow me on my Wattpad I’m planning on making a comic about having the demifangirl life based on my book there called “Fandom Habits!”. So that’s happening after I try surviving the last two weeks of 8th grade.

As for ReadTrans, it’s pretty much buried in the mud. I’ll hopefully get back into it and revise some stuff. I highly suggest you people to check out my Homestuck Demographics survey on Quotev because it would help me a lot with the character making for ReadTrans.

Other than ReadTrans I actually have a couple of stories I never really bother sharing even when I was still active here. There’s S.P.E.C.T.R.A., the story based on a dream I had which you may remember when you have read the more depressing update on life post. The story is basically a retell of an experience of a unpopular writer when he and a couple of other people were kidnapped for some lab experiments.

Another story to look forward to is Verbeeltopia which is the oldest story among all the work in progress stories I have. At least ones I’m actively writing on but it is older than ReadTrans. It’s slightly older than Online Chat Simulator (god remember that). The story tells a tale of a young teenager who travels to a fantasy world and achieves one of her biggest goals in life: meet her internet friends. It’s highly inspired by Homestuck but I’ll just tell you this: it has way less characters and less deaths. It also has a different format as it is written in second person, similar to what you’d normally see in IntFics.

And the last story I’m actively writing unfortunately doesn’t have a title yet. The placeholder title is “My Best Friend is a Mage and it’s not just in our Roleplays”. Obviously not gonna be the title it’s too goddamn long but I think that says a lot on the plot. A senior student is depressed in life and especially since her one and only friend suddenly disappeared she might as well just kill herself. But she suddenly finds her and not only that, she discovers that she’s magical. Oh and that she accidentally falls in love with her best friend. Actually magic isn’t supposed to be involved but knowing myself I put magic in all of the original stories that I write. But I’m still making a version without the magic. But that’s probably because I don’t like writing school scenarios and putting a hero on a magical adventure is an excuse to not do so. Then again Verbeeltopia takes place on summer vacation but if the main character just goes and talks to her online friends then it wouldn’t serve much of a story.

So that’s an update on stories. Another not-so-breaking news is that I’m not doing any of my projects yaaaaaaaay

I also improved my drawing. I’ll post some of the drawings I’ve done sooner or later. Hopefully I don’t forget. Because I’m such a Dory no wonder my favorite colors are yellow and blue. Most of them are just redraws of old Homestuck drawings and I intend on doing more redraws and some are contest entries on Drawcast. I haven’t really done proper art for a while but that’s because I don’t have the time to actually finish any art for me to practice anatomy I only have a bunch of bust sketches.

I also have a multi-fandom one shots book on Wattpad. There’s only been a few updates which only seems to have a once a month update schedule but that’s mostly because I don’t have that many prompts so requests are very much welcome. Just no smut I don’t do smut even if I read them.

I’m also not responding to groupmates to pretend I have so much family shit to do that I wasn’t able to do our project when in reality I was having an existential crisis.

I’m finally actually planning on talking to someone about how I feel about everything. Definitely not parents but still good, right?

I now write songs. Not including the shitty “songs” I wrote for my MLP fanfiction back then. The current song I’m writing is “I’m a Fucking Mess” and I might post it on YouTube or something.

Speaking of YouTube I finally have a YouTube account! (Wait seriously all this time you didn’t have a YouTube account?) Yes, yes I just made my own YT account, disembodied voice.

I still cry over Artemis Fowl because I love him and the book series so much and I wouldn’t have found about it if it weren’t for my sister who loves Artemis Fowl.

Everything I do is wrong cause I’m a fucking mess. Oh that’s a lyric from the mentioned song I’m writing. Not so shameless self-promo there, amirite?

I moved from from rhythm games. Well not really but I don’t have any storage space so I deleted my rhythm games but I still fucking love them.

I still haven’t found my will to live. I’ll give the person a million pesos if they found it. But then again I don’t post missing posters about it so I doubt anyone can find it. I’m probably just delusional and it may not exist but hey it doesn’t hurt to try and like I said no one is seeing it cause I don’t put up missing posters.

I WANT TO PLAY THE GODDAMN UKELELE

I also was supposed to be learning the piano but one of the G notes is not working. IT’S EVEN A FUCKING G NOTE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PLAY WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE-

Ah well whatever I’m just rambling so I’m stopping this now since you don’t have to know everything other than I’m still a depressed trash can.

[plush-froggo]

Imagine : Making cookies with Devil’s Traps on them and sticking them to Crowley

If you’ve been on my account before, you’ve probably seen the Crookley drawing I made. Yes, it’s very badly made, but I’m more of an author than I am a artist. So, uh...yeah, that picture connects to this...somehow. Uh, enjoy or something, idk. Also, I know physics wouldn’t allow this to happen, but this is fanfic so yes it does, and the cookies stick to him and don’t fall off

Why did you do it? You don't know, it was just fun. In the moment, it seemed to be a good idea, but once it was performed, it was the greatest idea you've ever had; and that's even compared to the time that you planned on smashing in Metatron's face with a hammer(you had to deal with smashing his face in with your fist, but it was close enough).

Your arsenal was ready when Crowley came into the bunker. You casually and carefully stuck the first cookie on Crowley's arm, and there would be no way for him to get it off. You had drawn a Devil's Trap on both sides, so if he grabbed for the cookie, it would render him with a hand stuck on his arm, probably for the rest of his life. Or at least, you hoped for the rest of his life.

You hid in your room before Crowley could find you, one of the few safe places that you had. You had warded your room against demons, ghosts, a few random other things, and you were also fully prepared to ward against angels if you needed to, although it would render Cas unable to enter your room and binge-watch TV shows with you.

It was safe to say that Crowley was completely pissed when he noticed. He was pounding on your bedroom door as you cackled and cried from laughing so hard in your bedroom. When you finally opened the door(just a crack, you didn’t want to allow him to attack you) Crowley simply glared at you.

“Do you mind telling me what in the hell is on my shoulder?” He hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, trying to play it cool and hide the grin that fought to spread across your face.

“Don’t act like you didn’t put it there!” You pursed your lips, trying to conceal your laughter. “I just got this suit dry cleaned too!” That was what sent you over. You burst back into laughter, leaning against the wall for support as fresh tears sprung in your eyes.

You were soon reduced to wheezing laughter, crumpling down the wall as your stomach started to ache. “Bloody hell, you’re hopeless.” Crowley mumbled.

“I-I might be ho-hopeless,” You started, out of breath. “But at-at least I don’t ha-have a cook-cookie on my arm.” You grinned, starting to laugh again.

“Get it off of me.” Crowley demanded. “Otherwise, you’ll have hell to pay.”

You rolled your eyes, finally calming down. You stood up and pulled the cookie off of his arm. “Better?” You asked.

“Slightly.”

“Well, I’m glad that your dignity and self confidence and ego and whatever else you have was saved.” You said sarcastically. “Now kindly leave.”

But of course, that wasn’t the end of it. It never was with you.

The next day he came in, you had managed to sneakily place more on his back and other places he wouldn’t notice. But then you had decided to go all or nothing. You took the rest of the batch of cookies you had made and did a full on assault. Next thing you know, Crowley was covered with 11 cookies frosted with colorful Devil’s traps on them. Perhaps that was the reason why you were where you are now. Tied to a chair in Hell, watching one of Crowley’s lesser demons break each of the cookies and toss them to the side.

“So, when can I leave?” You ask. “I mean, it’s not like this isn’t riveting to watch, but I have work to do.”

“And what kind of work is that? Is it filling Sam’s shampoo with hair dye? Or maybe it’s wrapping all of Dean’s weapons in plastic wrap and wrapping paper? Or is it baking cookies and putting Devil’s traps on them to infuriate the King of Hell?” Crowley snaps.

“Well, actually, it’s more of a killing vampires thing.” You reply. “But anyways, I’ve got a job to do and being stuck here isn’t exactly going to help me much.”

“I’m keeping you here until you apologize for what you’ve done. And trust me, by the time my demons are done with you, you’ll be pleading for my mercy, begging on your knees for me to accept your apology.”

“I highly doubt that, but okay. I mean, I’ve managed to annoy Lucifer himself before. If I can annoy Lucifer, how long do you think you’ll be able to last?” You ask him.

“For the end of time, if needed.”

You laugh. “Good luck with that! I think you might want to let me go before you have to deal with me for the rest of eternity! Considering the things I’ve done, I’m definitely going to Hell, and then you’re going to have to be the one to deal with me. You might as well not have to deal with me while I’m alive.” You point out.

“I think I can handle-”

“Remember the candle wax? And the flour? And the snowballs? And the knives and guns and arrows and crossbows and spears that I somehow always manage to get a hold of?”

With the remembrance of your other pranks and mischievous tendencies, Crowley pauses.

“And besides, this was just a small prank. If I’m left in Hell, I’ll manage to escape somehow, you know I will. And then I’ll be loose. I don’t think you’d want me loose in your domain, would you?” You ask him.

“Fine. I’ll let you go. But if you ever do anything like this again-”

“Oh come on! I’ve never pranked you before, have I? This was the one time I did so-all the others were on everyone else-and that was mainly because you’re the only demon who’s on our ‘possibly nice’ list, and you’re the only demon who comes around the bunker often enough for me to prank.” You explain. “This was just an idea I had once, and I’ll probably never do it again. You know me, I never like to play my individual pranks more than once. So?”

Crowley sighs, but tells the demon who had been taking the cookies off of him to release you. Once you’re released, Crowley sends you back to your room with a wave of his hand. You smirk a little as you think of the rugs underneath your bed at home. On the bottom of each rug was a Devil’s trap, and these rugs were to be placed all around the house in all of the doorways.

You certainly loved to raise some hell.