and i puked and had to leave

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Prompt 24: “I need tampons.”

The moment those three words escaped your lips all six boys stared at you, all with varying expressions on their faces.

“Tampons?” Sodapop asked quizzically. “Sweet heart, you don’t need any tampons, we have plenty of napkins in the pantry. Do you want me to go get you some?”  

“Napkins?” You grunted impatiently as you stared at your big brother. “And what do you suppose using napkins will achieve Sodapop?” 

“Uh…” He trailed off, looking at Steve for support, but he shook his head… there was no way he was getting involved in this one. He puts his hands up in surrender. “I suppose it’d stop the, y’know… flow?” 

“You can say blood. And no, it won’t stop the “flow”, there is a crime scene in my undies.” 

No one dared to say a word. Not even Darry who would usually scold you for saying something so vulgar. 

You honestly weren’t meaning to be so bitchy, honestly, you weren’t… you had just had enough. You were fed up. All you wanted was your mother. But instead, you had to go through all of this by yourself. Darry was absolutely clueless… the day you got your first period, you thought he was going to have a heart attack. He had looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

But the boys winced the moment you had made that comment. 

“We can go get you tampons” Soda said softly, making eye contact with all the boys. “All of us, we will all go together.”

“Hey, Y/N… I can steal you some chocolate…” Two-Bit grinned, reaching out punch your arm softly. “What’ya say?” 

“If I eat chocolate right now, I’m going to puke… to be honest, right now I really feel like I want to murder someone.” And boy was that the truth, your first victim would probably be Steve. “But I also really want soft pretzels.”

“We can get you those.” Johnny smiled at you, he looked a little worried to… you had been getting pains all day… excruciating pains. And he felt awful sorry for you. 

“Okay, let’s wrap this up.” Steve said, walking straight out the door… you could tell he was glad to leave…

As all 6 boys walked out the door you heard Dally mutter to Ponyboy “I say we just get it over with and we kill her.” 

dancing in a snow globe | shawn mendes

AKA THE SEQUEL TO “POEMS I WOULD WRITE YOU”

AKA COLLEGE!SHAWN PART TWO

MY MASTERLIST

word count: 10,143 (you didn’t think it was possible for this to be longer than the last one, did you?)

author’s note: thank you all SO, SO MUCH for all your feedback on part one (which you should probably read before you start this, and you can find it HERE). this second part covers sophomore year, and it’s a bit more nsfw so, like, don’t read this at work or your grandmother’s house, ya feel? i’m dedicating it to emily aka @saysweartogod bc she’s been my main cheerleader and literally revived herself from the dead to tell me to finish this. title comes from “you are in love” by taylor swift. enjoy xo


Your name: submit What is this?

i.

It had always been strange to you that time never felt consistent. One second could feel as though it stretched out into several eons, but three months could be compressed into one blink. As your freshman year of college ended, you felt like you weren’t looking around enough to notice the changes: the trees becoming lush with green leaves again, sweatshirts becoming t-shirts becoming tank tops, your boyfriend becoming more open, more kindhearted, more incredible with each passing day.

As your sophomore year progressed, you learned two things:

  1. You were in love, and
  2. You had no idea what to do about it.

But let’s start a bit before that.

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DRUNKEN NIGHTS PT. 2 [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “4, 17, and 24 with draco please!! ;)” — by anon

a/n: drunken nights part 1 is personally one of my favorites so when i saw a prompt request that could be made as a part 2 of the imagine, i took the opportunity ahaha. hope you like this, anon! 😊 (also this is quite a cliffhanger lmao)

4. “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.”
17. “I can’t determine if you’re drunk or you’re just being plain weird.”
24. “Did you just vomit all over my carpet?”

PART 1

Masterlist + Request here! 

You had woken up the next day with the worst hangover you have come to know. When you looked at your surroundings, you immediately noticed that this wasn’t your own room but your boyfriend’s, which only meant that you were indeed too drunk last night for him to leave you alone — something he always did whenever there were occasions that involved alcohol.

Suddenly, you felt the overwhelming urge to puke and without a second thought, you moved aside, last night’s drinks now all over the floor. You felt the burning sensation on your throat but it did not match the humiliation that you faced at that exact moment, causing you to groan.

Did you just vomit all over my carpet?” asked Draco, your eyes quickly finding him at the doorway with a tray held with both hands. “Seriously, and just when I decided to bring you breakfast in bed.”

You blushed. “Draco, I’m so sorry, you don’t know how embarrassed I am right now —”

You were cut off by his laugh.

“It’s alright, love. Just go to the wash room first and then we can talk.” he smiled, getting his wand from his pocket and cleaning the mess you have made with one flick.

You nodded timidly and rushed to the bathroom.

You were thankful that you had your own toothbrush there, just in case scenarios like this happened. You fixed yourself and brushed your hair, abruptly noticing that you were wearing a new shirt from yesterday — his shirt, to be precise.

“Hey, Draco,” you popped your head outside the wash room, seeing him quietly set the tray on the bed, waiting for you to finish. “We didn’t … do it last night, did we?”

You always seemed to ask that question every single time you found yourself waking up on his bed. Well, truth was, you and Draco haven’t really gone that far because you always insisted that you wanted to do it after you get married with him, and you were so fortunate to have such a gentleman for a boyfriend because he was always so patient with you.

He cracked a familiar smirk. “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.” he replied. “If you’re asking that because you’re wearing my shirt, it’s because you woke me up in the middle of the night saying it was too hot and you wanted to change, so I gave that to you. Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything.”

You smiled and ran up to him to give him a hug, causing him to fall back a little before wrapping his arms around you.

“Ugh, you make me feel such a bad girlfriend.” you admitted, feeling him press his cheek against your hair.

“No, don’t feel that way. Taking care of you last night definitely had its perks.”

You stiffen. “Oh, no. What did I do this time?” you let go of him to place two of your hands on your face, Draco laughing again because of your reaction.

Draco shrugged playfully. “Nothing too intense. But I must say, that whole night, I was having a hard time reading you because I can’t determine if you’re drunk or being plain weird.” he teased.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“You didn’t recognize me.” he chuckled and you gave another groan, sitting down on the bed, careful not to knock the tray over. “Y/N, honestly, it was very amusing to watch. You were very … adorable.”

“I probably looked stupid.” you insisted.

He held both of your hands. “No, you didn’t.”

“You’re just telling me that so I’ll feel better but really, I looked stupid.” you repeated.

Draco grabbed the tray and placed it in front of you. “You really don’t remember anything? Not a word?” he then ordered you to eat which you obliged happily.

You shook your head, grabbing a fork and filling your mouth with the waffles Draco got from the Great Hall.

“You told me you were afraid to lose me, and that you loved me very much.” he quietly said. “Also, you said I’m annoyingly hot when I get jealous.”

You blushed harder than the last time and of course, he saw how your cheeks began to imitate a tomato.

He cleared his throat. “You did mean that, right?”

You sighed at the doubt in his tone. “Of course, I did. It’s just that … I didn’t know I had the courage to say it out loud. Guess my sober self didn’t, but my drunk self did.”

“I’m glad you did, it felt like music to my ears.” he winked and your stomach did a thousand of jumping jacks because of how good he really did look in the morning, all fresh and handsome.

“You’re staring.” he smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever.” you murmured, finishing your breakfast so that you can get dressed and start the new day ahead.

dontfeelsogood  asked:

Can I request Viktor with a stomach bug? (Viktuuri) thank you!! 💕💕💕

thank you so much for sending these asks in, i’m glad that i finally got around to filling them!!!  sorry it took so long, i hope it was worth the wait!!!

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below

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Despite having been entirely unproductive even after retching for the past half hour, Viktor’s head was still in the toilet when he heard Yuuri’s knock on the bathroom door.

“Viktor?”

An overwhelming nausea forced the older man into yet another dry heave before he was able to respond.  “Ah,” Viktor swallowed thickly, putting everything he had into resisting the sick feeling in his gut.  Unfortunately, nothing he did seemed to have any impact, so he reluctantly cleared his throat and continued speaking.  “Sorry, Yuuri, do you need the restroom?  I’ll be - huuurk! - out in just a minute!”

With that, Viktor’s stomach lurched and back into the porcelain bowl went his head.  He wasn’t sure how he would manage to vacate the bathroom in this state, but if Yuuri needed him to, he would figure something out.  As he coughed and wiped spit from his lips, he could hear Yuuri moving around just outside the door.

“I can hear you heaving all the way from the bedroom,” Yuuri said quietly.  Viktor’s heart ached.

“Oh,” Viktor whispered, a wet cough interrupting him briefly, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”  Yuuri sounded confused, which was adorable; Viktor could picture him, leaning against the bathroom door with his face scrunched in the most endearing way.  The thought alone was enough to leave Viktor yearning for the younger man to be by his side, but he couldn’t possibly ask that of him.

“Why are you sorry?”  Yuuri murmured, almost as if to himself.

“I didn’t want to - urk! - bother you,” Viktor explained, feeling guilty because a large part of him wanted the exact opposite.  “Did I wake you up?”

“I couldn’t sleep anyway,” Yuuri murmured.  Viktor imagined him running a hand through his hair, sweaty from tossing and turning.  The sound of Yuuri’s shaky sigh was loud enough to reach Viktor’s ears through the closed door.  “Viktor, can you let me in?  You sound miserable.”

“I’m - urp! - okay,” Viktor tried to argue, though he didn’t sound very convincing even to himself, with a belch puncturing his argument.  Not to mention his energy level had hit rock bottom, so every word he spoke came out dry and monotone.

“Vitya.  Don’t lie to me,” Yuuri’s voice hardened.

“I-“  Viktor wanted to tell Yuuri.  He really, truly did.  Unfortunately, his mouth didn’t seem to agree, and if he listened closely enough to it, he could tell that something in his heart resisted as well.  He let out a long belch-turned-retch before speaking again in a hollow tone.  “I’ll be fine.  Go back to bed, Yuuri.”

When Viktor heard Yuuri’s footsteps walking away, he knew he had no right to feel upset or disappointed or lonely; Yuuri was only doing as Viktor had instructed.  And yet, regret coursed through him as he continued to heave fruitlessly into the toilet.  He wanted Yuuri to stay.  Stay close to me, he thought.  It had been a mantra in his head since the moment he’d met the younger skater, and yet he’d gone and pushed him away.

Useless.

Cold.

Unworthy.

Caustic.

Dangerous.

Broken.

Contagious.

The words spun around in Viktor’s dizzy head.  His stomach contents continued to slosh uneasily inside of him, but Viktor had all but given up on getting anything out, so he laid his head on the toilet seat and focusing on quelling the nausea.

He must have dozed off, because he woke with a start.

“Viktor?”

Yuuri was at the door again.  Viktor had no idea how much time had passed, but apparently not enough for the bug to pass.  The nausea was, incredibly, worse than ever, and he couldn’t repress a harsh heave.

“Viktor, I’m sorry to do this but I’m coming in.”

The door was locked, Viktor had made sure of that when he’d first started feeling ill.  Amazingly, that didn’t seem to phase Yuuri at all.  He entered the bathroom moments later with tea - and a paperclip.

“Did you - huuuurgh! - just pick - hiccurrup!”  Viktor coughed violently, forgetting to finish his sentence in favor of focusing on his struggle to breathe.

“Picked the lock,” Yuuri murmured, but he was clearly distracted, staring at the sick man.  Viktor flinched.

“Yuuri, don’t - huuuurp! - look.”  His throat was tight.  Yuuri ignored this demand and brushed a hand through Viktor’s sweaty hair, shooting him a fierce look.

“No one’s judging you right now, Vitya, not when you’re sick,” Yuuri said firmly, raising an eyebrow as if daring Viktor to object.  “Now.  Let me help you.”

Viktor frowned, and his mouth ran ahead of him, “Thought you - hurgh! - went to bed?”

Yuuri shook his head.  “I made you something - some tea.”

“I’ll puke, Yuuri.”

“That’s-”  Yuuri faltered a bit before forging on in a pained voice.  “That’s kind of the point, love.  It will make you feel better, and then you can rest.”  He handed Viktor a mug of tea, and the older man inspected it slowly.  Its scent was familiar, a Russian brand that Yuuri must have dug up in one of Viktor’s cabinets.  He hadn’t drunk it in years, but it was a comforting smell, in a way.  Not to mention, Yuuri was right, and Viktor did want to empty his stomach.  Still, he hesitated.

“You should go,” Viktor said quietly, staring bleakly into the mug.

Yuuri glared at him, and though Viktor would admit it was adorable, it wasn’t enough to make him reconsider.

“I don’t - urp! - want you to see me like this, Yuuri.”  Viktor’s voice - and in fact his whole body - shook as he spoke.  Shook from fever, from nausea, and from being torn between his desire for comfort and… fear?  “Please,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“No,” Yuuri said, softly, firmly.  He gently brushed Viktor’s sweaty bangs away from where they clung to his face, frowned when the older man flinched.  “Vitya, I love you.  I won’t leave you alone when you’re this sick.”

As if on cue, Viktor started heaving again.  He really couldn’t stop.  Tears sprung to his eyes as it became hard to breathe.  “Yuuri-“  He gasped.  “Please-“

Yuuri looked conflicted.  “Will you drink the tea if I leave?”

Viktor nodded, tears streaking his face.  Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of the older man’s head, hesitated a moment longer, and then stood.

“Shout if you need me, love.”

Viktor nodded again, and Yuuri left.  A whimper escaped Viktor’s lips, and he raised the mug to them, then drank.

The effect was immediate.

Vomit, thick and heavy, came hurtling up Viktor’s throat, splashing into the toilet in a projectile stream.  He tried to catch his breath, but only ended up chocking on another stream of sick as it evacuated his body through both his mouth and nose.

“Yuuri.”  It was hardly a shout.  More of a desperate breath that just happened to take the shape of a name.  But in a metaphorical sense, it truly was a call for help, and somehow, Yuuri heard it.

He’s hands were on Viktor’s bare back in a moment, kneading out the knots in the sick man’s shoulders, cooling his feverish skin as his muscles continued to clench and unclench.  Viktor threw up again and again, and he felt like he was drowning.

“Vitya.”  Yuuri’s voice grounded him.  Yuuri’s hands grounded him.  Yuuri was Viktor’s lifeline, and the older man sobbed as the younger spoke his name.  “Vitya, don’t cry.”

Viktor couldn’t respond for a minute or two, still preoccupied with puking up his guts and unable to stop.  When he did get a chance to speak, his voice was raw and vulnerable.

“Don’t leave me,” he cried.  “Don’t leave.”

“Oh,” Yuuri breathed.  “Sweetie, no.  I couldn’t- I wouldn’t!  I would never leave you.”

Yuuri hugged Viktor’s trembling body even as he lurched over the toilet, watery stomach contents splashing into it once again.

“Vitya, I love you.  No matter what.”

Viktor shuddered, nausea making it hard to breathe even when he had a break from vomiting.

“Even if,” he coughed wetly.  “I’m sick and gross and weak?”  Viktor belched, and the action turned into a heave that brought up another mouthful of sick.

“Sick, yes.  Gross and weak?”  Yuuri pressed a kiss to Viktor’s sweaty temple.  “Never, Vitya, never.  And even then-“

He paused as Viktor retched, waited until Viktor managed to force up a meager amount of stomach acid before speaking again.

“Even then, love, it’s not that easy to get rid of me.”  Yuuri smiled when Viktor glanced at him.  “Not when I’m in love.”

Finally, Viktor relaxed into Yuuri’s arms, crying softly as the younger man showered him with love and kisses.  Eventually, Viktor sniffled and cleared his throat.

“Stay with me?”

Yuuri’s smile warmed Viktor’s chest in a way he’d never known he needed.

“Always,” Yuuri whispered.

anonymous asked:

I overheated and felt like I had to puke so I requested to run to the bathroom. Received the okay from my store manager and started to bolt to the back. A customer, overhearing this, tries to stop me saying I needed to serve them. The SM tried getting their attention but this dude insisted otherwise. SM just told me to go as I was forcibly holding back vomit. I go to leave and this prick grabs my arm and yanks me back. End result was a giant puddle of vomit. Thanks dude for not believing me.

Should have puked on him.

-Rodney

You Made Flowers Grow in My Lungs, but I Couldn’t Breathe

A/N: hey guys, once again I’m sorry for lack of content. This is really mediocre, but like… Here it is ig. This is based off of a fictional disease called the Hanahaki Disease, where a person will cough up petals and flowers due to unrequited love causing flowers to bloom in that person’s lungs (yeah I dunno but I like the idea okay it’s my blog I do what I please). It’s also loosely based off of some fanart I saw. Anyways, please enjoy, this is my first bmc fanfic, I hope it’s good :)

Pairing: Boyf riends

Word count: 4105 (jesus fuck im so sorry im jst emo abt the musical/book also michael)

Warnings: uhh lots of angst, sad michael, drugs, spoilers from the book ending, like literally almost all the dialogue here is pulled directly from or references something in the book, i think that’s everything?

(also, side note: Even though I’m using events and dialogue from the book, the characters look like how they are in the musical, i.e michael isn’t a white-bread motherfucker, neither is christine)

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Misconceptions- Chapter 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

 Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) also swearing. 

Okay so i did a thing. i don’t know how good this is but it will be multi-chapter constructive criticism is appreciated. This is my first time writing anything so please be gentle! also a huge thank you to @denialanderror whose encouragement finally got me to write something. 

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Hindsight. You stared at them from your spot on the couch and all that you could think was hindsight. The blinding aching pain that seemed to spread from your chest into every frayed nerve, neuron and cell of your body roared in agreement. Hindsight is always 20/20, you should not have agreed to his proposition, you should not have let his puppy dog eyes reel you in, you should not have listened to your heart. He twirls a lock of her silky red hair around his finger, tugging slightly to get her attention, she all but purrs at him ‘Barnes’ she warns him, ‘Not here big guy, we at least have to pretend to be interested in movie night’. He pouts at her but relents, snuggling into her hair and breathing her in. You can feel the scream clawing at your throat, doing its best to make him realise just how much he hurt you. How badly he broke you. How seeing them together, the man you love and your best friend, rips into your psyche, searing the image into the back of your eye lids. How beautiful dreams of you and Bucky building a life has been replaced by a gasping moaning Natalia under an equally aroused Bucky. Stupid you think, stupid insipid girl, stupid stupid stupid. You watch as Natalia seemingly melts into his embrace, the content sigh that escapes her and the blindingly beautiful smile Bucky graces her with. It’s enough to make you want to hurl. You swallow the lump that’s forming in your throat. ‘I’m a trained assassin, I’ve had worse, seen worse. I can do this’ you tell yourself. Yet you can feel your body revolting, your mind and heart shattering with every word they exchange, bile burning a hot path up your digestive tract and you bolt to the nearest bathroom, purging yourself of everything you’ve seemingly eaten in the last week. Through the haze of tears and dry heaving you hear banging on the door the concerned voice of Bucky filtering through your foggy mind. 'Doll? Doll are ya alrigh’ in there sweetheart?’ You moan into the toilet bowl. of fucking course. Bucky fucking Barnes could not leave you to throw up in peace, oh no he had to be your saviour. ‘I’m fine James’ you reply, spying your birth control at the end of the basin. Shit. Oh oh shit. ‘You’re puking buckets into the toilet, doll face. I don’t think your fine’ he throws back at you ‘For the love of God Barnes, FUCK OFF’ you scream ‘I don’t need you treating me like a goddamn child Bucky, please just leave me alone’. You’re staring at the birth control, trying to quell the mounting panic, counting off the days since your last period, and connecting the late night fridge raids to the devastating realisation that your 2 months late and your last partner was none other than Bucky Fucking Barnes.

Flashback:

 ‘Kitty cat can we talk?’ Bucky asks as he fidgets with his shirt sleeve. You can tell he’s nervous, you can practically feel it rolling off of him in waves. ‘Of course, sugar. Whadda ya need?’ you don’t see him flinch at the nickname or the grimace that takes over his features. You’re giddy. Excited. Its been six months since you and Bucky started sleeping together, a desperate night born from an exceedingly horrible mission and pent up frustration of not being able to do more, to be more for the people you are supposed to protect. ‘I need ta talk ta ya about us, or whatever this is’ he replies. ‘Finally’ you muse. You’re smiling now, a big toothy grin that wraps around your face and scrunches the corner of your eyes. 'You have my undivided attention, Buck’ you sit across from him, feet tucked underneath you, waiting with bated breath for the words you’ve been dying to hear for what feels like forever. 'I met someone’ he blurts out. ‘I really feel for her ya know? And I wanna try with her’. You feel the blood in your veins turn to ice. ‘I’m sorry kitty, but you knew this was temporary. You’re my closest friend next ta Stevie and I really don’ wanna lose you over a mistake’ Mistake? He thinks you’re a mistake? ‘And Nat an’ I just sorta happened’ he adds. And in that moment you can feel your entire life implode. 

One awkward trip to the doctor, an entire tub of chocolate mint ice cream and a night of dreams involving Bucky’s face on the body of a new born baby screaming for Natasha later and your strolling into the kitchen scanning the room for Tony and deliberately avoiding Bucky’s gaze boring into the back of your head. You haven’t spoken to him since the bathroom incident, actively leaving the room when he walks in, ignoring his frantic calls of your name, ignoring the screams that echo through the tower at night. You’re being petty and unfair, you know, but you can’t listen to his declarations of love for the woman you would literally take a bullet for. Your gaze lands on the billionaire, you take a deep breath to calm your ever-rebellious stomach and mentally call out to him ‘Tony I need your help’ his eyes snap to yours ‘Got an itch that needs scratching, sugar tits?’ he replies waggling his eyebrows and leering playfully. ‘No you perv, I’m serious can you meet me in the lab? In like 10 minutes?’ He sobers instantly ‘Sure (y/n) I’ll be right up’ 

10 minutes and a bitten thumbnail later and you’re staring at a fuming Tony Stark trying to explain just exactly how you managed to get yourself knocked up. ‘You have got to be fucking kidding me (y/n), you’re baby bumping around the tower and you didn’t think to tell me?’ He’s screaming now, an interesting shade of puce on his face “you didn’t even have to use words! you can think shit at me, you’re unbelievable’   ’T I’m so sorry, please, no one can know, I need your help. Please T’ you’re pleading, the sound of your own voice grating your pride. ‘Why?’ he splutters ‘Why can no one know kitty I don’t understand!’ 

 ‘It’s Bucky’s T. I’m pregnant with Bucky’s baby’

Tags: I honestly don’t know what i’m doing, i’m so sorry.

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Feeling a tad bit angsty though i’m not sure if I delivered that through the piece. This was probably not what you had in mind when you requested this but it took a turn like this so hopefully you don’t mind at all! Thank you for sending in your request and I hope you enjoy. 

PS: My sickness just got worst and now I’m running a fever too so updates will really be slow until I can function normally like a healthy person! I’ll be putting my health first but rest assured, I will be getting through your requests as soon as I can. Hopefully, I’ll be less sick tomorrow and well enough the day after. Hope you guys understand! Thank you.

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You never thought you would ever come to this point in your relationship. You always thought the two of you were strong enough to go through it together but your nights are mostly spent alone and you barely even see him anymore. You don’t know if this is because he is getting busier by the waking minute or if he has fallen out of love with you. You can’t tell at all.

There are times when he doesn’t even come home for a few days, a week at most and during those times when he is not at home, he barely even sends you any text messages and you are just so consumed with worry that you have started to neglect your own feelings and even your own health.

You miss your boyfriend. You absolutely miss Tim.

Things used to be really wonderful between the two of you before. He rarely ever kept secrets from you. You knew he had been Robin before he became Red Robin. All of his important secrets – even his parents – he has never kept them away from you. He would often tell you things about his missions, the people he has managed to save and the people that he didn’t manage to save at all. Sometimes you think Tim’s empathy will be the cause of his own downfall. Still you keep by his side, supporting him through thick and thin, ups and downs.

So when Tim finally comes back to you completely plastered, right off the bat you knew something is wrong. Tim rarely ever drinks to the point where he gets this plastered. Tipsy, yes but drunk, rarely ever.

You didn’t recognize the man standing in front of you but he had been surprised to see you there. You had caught that look on his face before it disappeared, replaced by yet another unreadable expression. You shrug it off – Tim’s the only thing that matters right now.

“I didn’t really know who to call or how to operate his phone.” The man simply tells you before depositing the drunk Tim in to your arms. You can smell the alcohol on him and you almost want to puke – you’ve never really liked the smell of alcohol. You quietly thank the man and with one last (questioning?) look at you, the man leaves the building and you close the door behind you with an uneasy, heavy heart.

“Tim, what have you been doing?” You ask yourself as you try to help Tim to go to the bedroom. You are currently supporting him, holding his arm and trying to lead him to the bedroom. Tim groans and says something intangible. You strain to hear his words – you have missed listening to his voice so much. “I can’t understand you, Tim.”

Tim narrows his eyes at you before trying to pull away from you, shoving your shoulders. He is weak and drunk enough that he was not able to put in a lot of strength in his push but you still manage to stumble a little bit, quite surprised by his reaction. “Let go of me.” He hisses, surprising you yet again with his response.

You can feel your heart starting to race because this is not how you envisioned meeting your boyfriend after not being around for a week. You envisioned something more like Tim hugging you and telling you he misses you just like how you have missed him. This is certainly not what you had expected: Tim coming back to you, drunk and hostile towards you.

You release the hold you have on Tim and he pulls his arms away from your hold, moving away with much difficulty from you. You would be lying if you say that did not hurt your feelings because it did. It hurt you so much.

You follow after Tim, keeping your distance especially when he kept growling at you for following him closely. There were words said that Tim normally wouldn’t say being thrown at you too. “I am not incompetent!” He yells at you after the fifth time you tried to follow him to help and this causes you to abruptly stop.

Tim maneuvers around the place drunkenly, hands on the wall and manages to somehow reach the bedroom in his drunken state. You follow after him quietly and when he flops down on to the bed, that is when you begin to talk to him. In hindsight, you probably should have not since Tim looked like he was not in any state of rational talking but you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Where have you been, Tim? I miss you.” Half of you weren’t really expecting any sort of coherent answer because of how intoxicated he currently is. The other half is just hoping he would at least give you an explanation.

Tim surprises you. “Here and there but mostly there. This place is just suffocating me. I hate it.” His words cut you like a knife. You can feel your blood draining and your face is probably pale. “It’s like I’m being buried alive.” You never knew Tim felt that way – is this how he felt about being in a relationship with you? It makes you wonder if all those times you spent with him meant nothing to him. Is this the reason why he barely came home at all?

Hearing those words from him made you feel as if your entire being has started sinking with depression. You knew right at that moment; you would have to ask him. Not for his sake but mostly for your own. You love Tim far too much to let him continue to hurt you like this. Tears well up in your eyes as your heart begins to crack, pieces falling off in to the dark abyss that is beginning to grow inside you.

“Did you ever love me, Tim?” You try your hardest to hold back the sobs but your vision is starting to get blurry and you know there are tears streaming down your face. You didn’t even bother wiping them away. What is the point?

Tim rolls his eyes, groaning at how annoying and high-pitched your voice sounds like. “Can you just shut up?” He grumbles before glaring at you as best as he can. “Probably not in the way you wanted me to.” He slurs before promptly turning to look away from you. A few seconds later, Tim is dead to the world, snoring away in his sleep.

You knew you should not really take his words to heart because Tim is drunk but you really just could not take it anymore. Tim has been neglecting you and you have spent all of those times worrying about him and yet, this is how he treats you. He takes your heart and rips them apart in to pieces.

You begin to sob uncontrollably. Despite how much you try to muffle your sobs; you really could not help yourself. You cried and cried for the longest time.

“I can’t stay here.” You tell yourself once you managed to get your sobbing under control. You really don’t think you can face Tim in the morning and still act as if nothing had happened the previous night even when you know he had torn your heart in to irreparable pieces. You may know how to act but you are not that good of an actress.

So you pick yourself up, head over to your wardrobe, grab a few pieces of clothing and head over to your vanity table to grab your purse. You made sure you had every important belonging with you – your passport most importantly.

As much as you hated leaving at the middle of the night like this, you have had enough and despite wanting to leave Tim unattended, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So you pour him a glass of water, place said glass of water, some Advil and a bottle of water on his bedside table.

“I love you so much, Tim.” Your heart simply continues to break – you don’t think it will ever be alright ever again – and right now, you are just too damn tired to pick up the pieces anymore. So you take one last look at Tim before leaving the apartment and the man that has taken your heart entirely.

Inferno (Peter Parker x Reader)

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Warning: Swearing. This story is… this is actually pretty depressing. So if you’re looking for a happy ending to this part of the story, you won’t get one. Maybe if I make another part, that would end happily. Just angst, angst, angst. The ending is a bit optimistic, if you squint and look at it upside down. Enjoy? 


                                                     Dear child


You stood at the entrance to the school library, waiting for Peter to come, checking your watch every now and then. It had been thirty minutes now and your legs were tired from standing. A rational person would have walked in and sat down in one of the overly cushy chairs, but you were waiting and angry and you were beyond rationality. Today was supposed to be a study day with him, like every Wednesday was. It was how you kept your grades the perfect A’s they were. You tapped your foot for another five minutes before giving up and walking back to the bus stop. Sure, you could have went and studied in the library anyway, but the librarian was giving you overly sympathetic looks and that made you want to throw up.

You sat on the cold wooden bench as far away as possible from the weird man who eyed you like a piece of meat. In the back of your mind you blamed Peter’s absence on some small thing like an unexpected errand, but it still hurt that he didn’t bother to text you in advance. At the time, you were only a bit mad with Peter and forgave him very quickly because he apologized the next day. You didn’t know this would be the first time of many.


                                    You are so kind and brave


Flash’s party was too much of everything. Too much loud music, too many people, too much alcohol hidden in the punch. Most of all, there was too much commentary between songs, done by Flash himself. He didn’t hate you that much, but your nerdy personality and defensive nature made you a target of his occasional taunts. For example, the moment you entered the house Flash took the opportunity to announce your arrival.

“Hey, (Name)! Did those anger management classes help or are you going to go Hulk and trash the party?”

The red heat seeped from your ears down to your neck at his comments. Flash never forgot the one time you almost lost it in front of the entire cafeteria. Loud air horns blared when he was done “roasting” you, ringing in your ears like alarms.

“Oh shit, it’s Parker!” Flash announces over the mic. He must have seen Peter trying to hide. “Still pretending to know Spiderman or have you accepted that you’re a fake?”

“Fuck off Thompson!” You yell over the music and air horns. Bad idea. Now the attention was fully on you.

“Make me. C’mon (Name), turn into a rage monster again!”

The crowd laughed, nudging you out of the little circle around the DJ booth. You didn’t know whether to let the anger get to you or to cry. It was like everyone was staring at you, laughing at you, mocking you.

“Hey, thanks for sticking up for me.” Peter says, him and Ned approaching you. You didn’t have time to say anything before Peter saw Liz Allan across the room and almost sprinted in her direction. The little bit of quiet that came when Ned or Peter talked to you was gone as they left, allowing the loud music and louder teenagers to fill your hearing. I can’t do this.  

You felt the pocket of your jeans to see if your phone was still there and when it was, you didn’t hesitate to walk right out of the party. I try to help someone and what happens? They ignore me to talk to a hot girl.


                                      So forgiving and merciful


“I… can’t make it.”

You narrowed your eyes at Peter.

“Say it again, Peter. Say it again so I can hear you.”

He avoided your eyes, shoveling books from his locker to his backpack. You rapped your knuckles on the locker next to his, trying to get him to look at you. “This is the Stark Internship again?”

Peter nods without looking at you. Stark internship my ass. You think, by now convinced he was lying. This happens too much.

You sigh and lean with your back against a locker. “Fine. I-I’ll see you later.”

Fast forward to the end of the day, you were actually happy. The day had gone great, no one bothered you, it was peaceful. You were walking past the library and heard laughter, but dismissed it for an annoying couple until one of them spoke.

“Thanks so much for helping Peter.”

You froze in place. You didn’t dare move closer to see who was in the library, you didn’t need to. That was Liz Allan’s voice, and she only knew one Peter.

“It-it was n-nothing.”

Definitely Peter. Fuck. You squeezed your eyes shut and kept walking, your movements robotic and forced. He ditched me. He fucking ditched me. You felt sick, actually, physically sick to the stomach. How many times had he left you to hang out with Liz? I don’t know. Your mind says. How many times has he made an excuse to bail on you? At least twenty. That made the nausea ten times worse. Has Peter really been making things up to talk to Liz?

He’s not a jerk. You reason, almost pleading for your mind to stop adding to the pain. Peter probably had a good reason to ditch me some of the time…

How do you know? Your mind argues. How do you know he doesn’t make things up just to get away from you?

He’s not cruel! You yell back at the negative thoughts. He-he likes being around me!

Wow, that sounded desperate. Why would he want to hang around you as opposed to the Liz Allan? Your mind says, like it was actually sneering down at you. What have you got on her, huh? Your amazing sense of style?

You tugged at the hem of your oversized graphic tee and your gaze darted down to your favorite worn out converse that were originally supposed to be white, but were now a disgusting muddy brown with puke green grass strains.

Do you have an amazing personality like Liz? Your mind offers. No, you don’t. You’re negative, antisocial, selfish, quiet , pessimistic, rude, weak willed… She’s a leader. She’s nice and helpful and kind.

I can be nice! You argue. I can be-

A roaring car horn and loud screeching of brakes interrupted your thoughts. You whipped around to see your bus. You had unknowingly walked onto the lane the school buses use to leave. Inside the bus, the driver was clearly muttering curses. He yanked the lever to open the doors and you took his hint, rushing inside and sitting in an empty seat near the front. You could hear see people rolling their eyes and whispering things in the drivers mirror, the heat rushing to your cheeks.


                               Sympathy and good intentions 

                         Was what you paved your road with


“I’m going to talk to her.” Peter says, gripping his backpack strap tightly.

You smiled widely and nodded enthusiastically like always. Sure, you could have slapped him and ran away crying, but that only happen on TV, and this wasn’t a romantic drama, even if it felt like one. Instead, you pushed him lightly in Liz’s direction and smiled until your cheeks ached. You were his friend. This was your job.

“Go get her, Peter.” You encourage, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “Don’t mess up thought, okay? I can’t afford to have you look like an idiot in front of Liz Allan again. I’ll wait for you here so you can tell me how it goes.”

Peter grins at you and darts into the crowd, towards Liz. You leaned against your locker, pretending to look at your phone even though the battery was dead, looking up every now and then to see how Peter was doing. So far so good.

Yup, only one step closer until he abandons you completely. Your mind says. You internally groan.

Please go away. You think, trying to focus on being Peter’s wing man. Wing woman? Same thing.. Your mind was silent. Thank god.

At that very moment, someone chose to ram their shoulder into you, causing you to drop the book you were holding on the floor, bending it’s pages. You yelped and were about to chase after the person but noticed that your book was being trampled over by the passing flow of students and you bent down to pick it up. Someone’s foot collided with with your gut and they stumbled away, yelling curses at you. Another shoe stepped on your finger as you were reaching for your book, which was being kicked around like you weren’t even there. You grabbed the book and bit your lip to keep from cussing at the sharp pain.

The crowd was almost gone by the time you had unfolded the bent book pages and readjusted the cover. Mostly everyone had left, including Peter and Liz. But I asked him to wait for me…

Why would he wait for you? Your mind says. He was with Liz. That’s enough of a reason, isn’t it?

Fuck off. You think. Stop thinking like this.

The shrill sound of tire on asphalt was heard from outside, meaning the buses were leaving. The noise got smaller and smaller as you sprinted to the front doors. By the time you were outside, the buses were all gone. Guess I’m walking home, then.


                                    You gladly took the match 

                    And lit yourself ablaze to keep others warm


School wasn’t remotely enjoyable anymore. It days and days filled with having to see Peter with Liz together. It was a way for kids bigger and stronger than you to make your week miserable with taunting. Peter wasn’t there to even try and defend you like he usually would, and you didn’t want him to come to your aid anyway. He still hung out with you sometimes, but after another month you decided that a life without him would be the healthiest for you. Ned was still your friend, but the two of you had never been as close as you had been with Peter. Therefore, Ned became the awkward middle man. Some parts of your life were more unbearable now that you were avoiding Peter, some were more endearing. You were friends with Michelle Jones now, and that was definitely a bonus.

Make it through high school and leave as soon as possible, you told yourself. Most of your classes were with Peter though, making them awkward on your part. He always seemed to be in his own world, a world you were not a part of. The sad part was that he barely noticed your absence…

Or so you thought.


  And burned to the ground in an inferno of your own misery,           crushed under the burden of other people’s torment


some cute aus
  • “i promised myself that i would get along with my roommate in college but you like star trek and i like star wars and this is never gonna work” au
  • “i see you jogging around my block every morning so i guess it’s my fault i accidentally left my curtains open when changing while you passed by” au
  • “you kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th grade and now your dorm is right across the hall from mine” au
  • “a number i don’t know accidentally texted me an address for a party and i decided to go anyways because, what the hell? but it turns out this is your party and i’ve had a crush on you since the 6th grade” au
  • “we’ve been best friends for practically our whole lives but you’re a thousand times more popular than me so you dragged me to a big party and now we’re playing spin the bottle and you spin and it lands on me oh crap” au
  • “you’re the new person working at this department store but you’re stupid and made a mess and now the boss is pissed off so i took the blame for you but that’s okay because now we have sex in the storage room during breaks” au
  • “my friends forced me to ride this roller coaster but i just ate so now i puked all over the floor and you are an amusement park staff who is rushing over to help me but oh god you’re cute and i have chunks of barf on my lips” au
  • “i’ve had a crush on you since kindergarten and we’re working on a science project together at my house but when i leave the room you dig through my stuff and find a box dedicated to you under my bed and no those aren’t the valentines day cards you gave me in the 2nd grade” au
  • “we met at a concert and we’re singing all the lyrics together and having a great time but you lock your gaze with me when my favourite romantic line comes on and i think i’m in love” au
  • “i used to pick on you in middle school and then we went to separate high schools but now you’re at my college and your hot as hell and really popular” au
  • “i’m obsessed with a super nerdy online game that i constantly get picked on for liking but then i meet a new person on this game and it turns out to be you, the most popular person in the entire school” au
  • “i never really knew you until this school year when we coincidentally both dyed our hair the same bright colour and now everyone ships us” au
  • “i use morse code to talk to my friend during class but it turns out you know morse code too and now you know that i think you have a cute butt” au
Diary of a Black Male: Entry #46

I met this girl at work a few of months back. I thought she was cute so I gave her my number, but I told her we would talk business. Her name is Melanie– short, brown skin– one of those delta sorority sisters who sounds mad country. She wanted to work on this piece with me– at least that’s what she made it seems like. She wanted to do a spoken word visual about growing up in poverty as black people. I thought she had a great vision. I let her know that it was a really good idea. I was kind of excited to be honest. She called me that same night to talked about it and everything sounded like a go.

We made arrangements to meet up to actually discuss this vision. We sat down and thought about different ways to portray the different ideas. We had gone through a lot in our short time on this earth. We came from different backgrounds, so she never saw the things that I saw. She told me I introduced her to a new world. She told me she liked that about me. I wasn’t sure if it was the compliment or not but at that moment I felt some real ass chemistry. Before you know it we started to share some personal thing about our life. She told me she appreciated how open and transparent I was. Things had got really deep.

Maybe a little too deep, I could tell it had gotten a little overwhelming so I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She agreed and we went outside and just start walking. It felt great. I love nature. I love everything about it. It kind of helps me feel free. I could tell she felt a little better herself. Finally, we had a seat on the bench that was right outside this coffee shop. She told me that she was glad she ran into me when she did. She told me I seemed like a great guy and she could the two of us becoming really great friends. I agreed. I definitely saw that too.

I cannot lie. That shit made my dick tremble a little bit. Don’t ask me how or why– just know that it did. I made the suggestion to link up again some other time. I told her we would have fun and the next time we link up we didn’t have to talk about the heavy shit. After that we kind of said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Later on that night she thanked me for listening to her. She told me she has always had so much to say but no one to really say it to. She told me that was the reason why she wrote– to say the things she couldn’t say to anyone else. Ironically, that was kind of the reason why I started to write. I used to write just to clear my mind. I wrote anything from poems to essays– outside of university work to journal entries.

The more she revealed about herself the stronger my attraction towards her became. Sometimes when she would speak I could just hear the passion in her voice. It was the sexiest thing ever. She made my dick tremble quite often and didn’t have to be talking about sex. Bruh, she told me a story about how she had to go off on her co worker– I swear I couldn’t help myself. That shit was sexy af. She just started going in and I could hear myself saying, “damn, I love you” I was thinking to myself, “this chick might be wifey.”

Over the span of couple months we had gotten really close. Sometimes when she came over she would spend then night. We had gotten really close. I felt like it was about that time to take our relationship to the next level. I felt like I could be myself with her and I felt that wholeheartedly. We had already gone on a number of dates. There was no reason why we weren’t already a couple. I had been thinking about it for weeks. I had even called my best friend to ask for his opinion. He gave me his blessings and that was all I needed. I trusted his word. He always had my best interest at heart.

That night I called her and asked her if she could meet me at the coffee shop. The coffee shop was the symbol of our relationship. It symbolized the pinnacle of our growth. It was apart of our history. We met there often to talk about our project ideas and to talk about life. That coffee shop meant a lot to our relationship and I wanted it to continue to be apart of us.

That night I told her to meet at the coffee shop so we could talk about this idea I had. It had been awhile since we actually sat down and talk about our ideas. My ideas often came to me while I was laying in bed. I would usually write them down before I go to sleep. We called each other every night before bed. I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about her so much lately. I didn’t think about much of anything at night other than spending time with her. I guess you can tell how much I really liked her.

She called me to let me know she was close. I had already ordered some tea and sat on the outside. Before she got off the phone she told me that she had something to tell me. I had no idea what she had to say but it made me nervous. I was already been kind of nervous to finally ask her out despite being so close but it added to my anxieties. All types of things started to go through my head. I called my boy back real quick to calm my nerves but as soon as he answered the phone I could see Melanie pulling up.

I told him I’ll call him back and greeted Melanie. She smiled and gave me hug as usual. Everything seemed to be fine and my nerves seemed to have calm down. She asked me about the ideas I had. I kind of wanted to know what she had to say to me before I got into why I asked her to come out. I just told her away. I told her about a few project ideas for this short film I wanted to do. I wanted to document black hair and what our hair means to our identity. I wanted to focus on standard of beauty and natural hair for both men and women. There were some other things I wanted to discuss but I was too anxious to find out what she wanted to say to me.

She started to mention the weather and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. She knew I loved shit like that. I thought it was going to have one of those romantic moments you read about in story books. After awhile my anxiety dissipated and I was actually feeling pretty good about everything. While we were walking she grabbed and held my hand. She told me that she really like me and maybe even loved me. I was excited and a little relieved but I also had butterflies in my stomach. I could only smile despite the discomfort.

She mentioned her ex. She told me she wanted to tell me something and it had to do with him. I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. My anxieties were going through the roof at this point. I stopped walking. I stood there and waited for her say something disappointing. I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Then she looked over to me and said “my ex is actually my husband” I just looked at her in disbelief. Apparently they hadn’t gotten a divorce but they were just separated– legally at least.

He had been overseas for six months on a mission. She said that he was coming back and that he was going to kick her out the house they had together. She told me they had some type of agreement but that didn’t matter to. She lied to me. She was never really honest with me. This entire time I thought I had really found someone to me. I thought I finally found someone. There was not enough unconditional love that would make me forgive her so easily. I couldn’t believe I let this happen to me.

She had a whole ass husband. A whole ass military nigga. I got so sick that I actually puked. I had to leave. I had to get away from the situation. I didn’t know what else to do. She could have told me about this. I don’t know why she hadn’t told me this to behind with. There had been so many opportunities for her to tell me about this but she waited until the moment I thought she couldn’t do any wrong.

She told me that she had more to say but I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to hear it. I just went home. I didn’t even call my boy. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. She had been hitting me up that entire night but I refused to answer. I just put on some Jazz music and internalized everything gotdamn thing that has ever happened in my entire life up until that point until I just fell asleep of exhaustion.

I felt so empty and incomplete but I also had this heaviness about myself. I didn’t want to talk to her but I knew I wouldn’t feel better until I found out what else she had to say. I shut myself out from the world for a couple days. I just hadn’t been feeling like myself. I hadn’t returned any of her calls and to be honest it was eating me alive. I needed something to help me take my mind off of Melanie. I thought if I invited another woman over that she would help me take my mind off of things. I thought she would make me feel good– make me feel like myself again.

I called Jasmine. We used to mess around from time to time. I hadn’t seen her in awhile. I ask her if she wanted drop after she got home from work. That usually meant she would come through for sex. I thought that was something I needed but when she got there I just wasn’t feeling it. I could barely function let alone entertain a woman while the entire time I was thinking about someone else. I didn’t make me feel any better. I actually felt worse. I thought she would be fun. I thought she would’ve brought me out of that shitty mood I was in but all she really wanted to do was to have sex. I guess I got what I was asking for.

I had been too detached to do anything remotely close to sex and Jasmine didn’t like it. She had gotten really upset so I just asked her to leave. While escorting her out Melanie pulled up.

Just Deal with It-Ch 2-

Warning! This chapter deals with self-harm and attempted suicide, read at your own risk.
I also want to just make a little side note; there will be a “face reveal” for Flug and how I describe his face is just how I picture it. Alright, thanks! Enjoy!
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Flug was tired of this. He was tired of the abuse. He was tired of the hits and the screams. He was tired of his shitty life. He just wanted to end.

That’s when he got the idea. He could end it. He had plenty of reasons why he wanted to and he had an entire laboratory full of weapons he could use. A sad grin made its way to Flug’s face as stood up from the bathroom floor and walked into his lab. Walking to the door, he slammed it shut and locked.

Flug gently walked over to his small bed that he had in the corner of his lab, which he barely used as Black Hat made him work without sleep constantly, and sat down. He needed to think about this carefully. How was he going to do this? Should he make a mess or try to go out as clean as possible?

He didn’t know. Sure throughout his life, he had been plenty depressed and full of anxiety, but this is the first time he really was going to do something this drastic.

Just then, a knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts. His eyes widened thinking it might be Black Hat back for another round at him but his nerves were calmed as he heard the gentle scratches of 5.0.5.

Flug sighed and stood up and walked over to the door opening it. “Can I help you 5.0.5?” He asked peeking out the door. If he was going to miss anyone, it would probably be 5.0.5, he really was like a giant teddy bear.

5.0.5 gently tilted his head as he looked at Flug, he could sense something was wrong with him but he just figured that he was just tired, like always. 5.0.5 gently pointed at the clock showing Flug that it was dinner time.

Flug was honestly just about to say no to going to dinner, but he was afraid Black Hat might be mad at him for missing it so he reluctantly went. Though, with what he was planning, he didn’t’ have much of an appetite.

The two of them walked down the hall and entered the dining room where a long table that would normally sit about 30 people sat Black Hat and Demencia. Black Hat sitting at the head as always and Demencia on his right.

“There you two are,” Black Hat mumbled, “Took you long enough.”

“S-Sorry S-sir.” Flug stuttered out before walking to his normal seat on Black Hat’s left with 5.0.5 next to Demencia.

Black Hat only grunted and Flug looked down at his lap. He wanted to be unsure about the whole thing, he wanted to think that Black Hat would change and take Flug into his arms and tell him he was sorry, for everything.

But he couldn’t deny reality anymore. Flug was only Black Hat’s toy.

Once again he was snapped out of his thoughts as a plate was set in front of him with food on it. He gently picked up his fork and picked at his food. He really wasn’t hungry and even the little nibbles that he took made him feel sick.

“Something wrong Doctor?” Black Hat’s whisper made him look up. Black Hat looked at him with a neutral face but with a hint of gentleness in his eyes.

Flug shrugged and continued to pick at his food. “Not too hungry.” He mumbled back.

“Are you sure that’s-” Black Hat reached his hand out to place on Flug’s shoulder but Flug only flinched away making Black Hat slowly pull his hand away.

“I’m fine…” Flug insisted once again before shoving a large piece of meat into his mouth and swallowing it almost having to hold back any puke that may try to surface.

Black Hat was silent before going back to his own food leaving Flug with his thoughts. Flug was still having an inner debate whether he should do it or not but the side telling him to do it was winning. His eyes scanned his plate and noticed the untouched knife next to an empty glass of water he had been drinking. Glancing up at the others at the table, he felt relief as they were distracted before he quickly snatched the knife and slide it into his inner lab coat pocket.

“I-I think…I"m g-going to get b-back to work, s-sir.” Flug stuttered standing up taking his plate and walking away before anyone could get a word out.

He rushed to his room and slammed the door shut locking it. Taking the plate in his hands, he quickly threw it away into the trash and sat down on his bed. His hand trembled softly as he took the knife out of his pocket. He was going to do it. He was tired of the games. He was tired of Black Hat beating the shit out of him one minute then acting like he cared the next. He couldn’t take it anymore.

But if he was gonna die, he was gonna do things his way. He took a breath and stood up taking off his lab coat and folded it neatly. He set it down on his desk then walked back to his bed laying down. He took a deep breath and brought his hands up and took off his brown paper bag from his head.

It was an odd sensation, the air against his pale face, but he wasn’t going to back down now. He set his bag down on his nightstand and gently ran his hands over his face gently wincing as he felt the bruises and cuts from Black Hat’s beatings. His arms were also coated with bruises. His brown hair was a mess and his eyes were lifeless and looked gray.

He sighed and his arms fell to his sides. His hand quickly found the knife and he lifted his left wrist. He took a deep breath and lifted the blade to his skin and put pressure down cutting into the skin choking out as pain entered his system as blood started to flow out of the open cut on his wrist.

He couldn’t stop the tears that filled his eyes as he let out sobs and cried letting the blood flow from his wrist. He shakily put the knife in the other hand and did the same thing to his other hand before dropping the knife onto the floor. Sobs escaped his lips as he laid on his bed in his own blood before his world went dark.

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Black Hat watched as Flug left. Something was up with him. More than usual. He understood that the scientist was full of anxiety and stress, but this looks like something more. And he was determined to find out what.

Was it him…? Black Hat bit his lip softly, he knew that he had been a little…rough…on Flug, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He was never good at holding his temper. Black Hat gently sighed and stood up walking into the kitchen putting his plate into the sink. He needed to talk to Flug.

He nodded to himself and made his way down to Flug’s lab and tried to push the door open only to find it locked.

“Flug?” Black Hat called out but got no answer. “Flug open the door.”

Black Hat tried the door once more before pressing his ear to the door and his eye widened hearing soft whimpers.

He quickly smashed the door open and he burst inside his eyes getting even wider as he saw Flug laying on his bed and in a pool of his own blood. “F-Flug!” Black Hat cried out and ran over. Flug was very pale and was only making weak noises letting Black Hat know he was still alive but almost dead.

Black Hat quickly looked around and grabbed some cloth and quickly wrapped them around Flug’s wrists to stop the bleeding. Then placing his hands on Flug’s wounds, he healed him leaving two scars in the cuts place.

Black Hat panted quietly and his hands shook softly. He then gently lifted up and picked Flug up taking him out of his lab and to Black Hat’s own room.

Black Hat changed Flug out of his bloody clothes and into something more comfortable before laying him down on his bed and crawling in with him holding him tight “Please…Don’t leave me.” Black Hat whispered before closing his eyes  
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Flug wanted darkness. He wanted freedom from the pain. He thought he finally escaped. So why was he waking up?

His eyes gently fluttered open slightly before shooting open all the way. He gasped and sat up looking around. “No no no no no no no no…” He stuttered out looking down at his wrists and seeing healing scars. Why couldn’t things go his way for once?! Why couldn’t he just die!?

Tears filled his eyes as he let out sobs curling into a small ball before a voice snapped him to attention.

“Flug?” Black Hat asked sitting up and gently taking his wrists into his hands gently looking at the crying scientist. “Flug its okay, you’re okay.”

The scientist was only filled with rage as he yelled at Black Hat, tears in his eyes. “Why couldn’t you let me die?! Do you enjoy torturing me!? Y-You really are the evilest man in the world!” Flug sobbed.

Black Hat was taken back by this. He blinked and gently reached out to comfort Flug. “Flug…wh-” He was easily cut off by Flug slapping his hand away.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t your dare ask ‘What did I do?’ Cause you know exactly what you did!” Flug pulled off his shirt and Black Hat’s eyes widened. So many bruises… And he caused them all.

He was so wrapped up in making sure Flug was okay he didn’t notice the bruises.

“I-I"m sick and tired of the abuse! I-I’ve lived my entire life being abused and I"m drawing the line! I-I’m sick of it!” Flug shouted before he broke down curling into a ball and sobbing.

Black Hat was honestly disgusted…with himself.

He turned his smart little Flug into a suicidal mess. HE did this. It was HIS fault.

“Flug…” Black Hat whispered gently wrapped his arms around him. Flug struggled but Black Hat wouldn’t let go and only stroked his back and held his close shushing him.

“Flug…there is no excuse for what I’ve done…I’ve hurt the ONLY good thing that I allowed in my life…” He sighed and held Flug tighter. “I know I"m the worst with my temper…but that is no excuse for what I"ve done to you…Nothing will ever make it up…I didn’t want to be one of the monsters you were afraid of anymore….but instead, I only put more fear…I-I"m sorry…” Black Hat looked like he was about to cry himself.

Flug gently looked up at Black Hat as he spoke. More tears streamed down his face. Black Hat looked at him with soft eyes and kissed him softly rubbing his back and petting his hair. Flug gently kissed back and sniffed.

Flug didn’t have to 'Just Deal with It’ anymore.

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Chapter 1

Sick || Tom Holland

Tom Holland Imagine:: Random. 

Title: Sick.

Short Imagine. 

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He wasn’t asleep. 

From the moment we got into bed (three hours ago) he had been tossing and turning nonstop. I won’t lie, I was beginning to get frustrated, but my frustration was soon replaced with a wave of worry washing over me as he kicked the covers off of his bare body. The only thing placed on his body was his underwear. His forehead was dripping with sweat and his entire body was warm. 

The room was freezing. 

I sat up, turning on the lamp and taking a look at my boyfriend. Tom was pale, sweaty and clearly sick. I felt his forehead and sighed as it was as hot. He had a fever. I placed a kiss on his cheek before swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I pulled myself up. I yawned as I exited the room, hearing the groans leave Tom’s mouth. I grabbed some water, a towel and some medicine to help him out. Alarmed, I rushed up the stairs as I heard him begin to throw up. He was in our bathroom, leaving over the toilet puking. I rubbed his back, stroking his hair soothingly. As soon as he was done, he leaned back into my arms and groaned. I kissed his forehead, wiping it with the towel. 

I handed him the water and the pills. He took them without a problem. I helped him brush his teeth before flushing the toilet and leading him to our bedroom. I got him in bed and kissed his cheek. Tom clung to me like a child. I smiled and softly rubbed his cheek, something I knew relaxed him.

“Thanks for helping me y/n. I honestly, don’t know how I’d live without you,” He smiled up at me weakly, his eyes drooping. 

I smiled, “Well you don’t have to think about that because I’m not going anywhere, I’ll always be here. I love you Mr. Movie Star." 

"I love you too." 

Tom eventually fell asleep in my arms, I, however, stayed softly running my hands through his hair, taking in his features. I loved him more than he knew and I would never stop. 

That’s a fact. 

Cooking

the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  PunchFridayPreparationUncle MudlerNormalBackseatMudler-senseThe FBIUnthinkablePatience … Elephant Jokes

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The next three days were a blur for Scully. She had to leave Mulder home with Maggie as well as the children, scared and scarred but attempting to front with a calm that gave them away as frightened of their own shadows and everything else in the world. The four parents couldn’t get home without paying exorbitant amounts of money and dealing with three days of layover/circuitous route travel so it was Sam, brave heart and soul, whom, that first morning after Scully went to work, spoke for the group, relaying the firm and utterly untrue message of ‘we are fine and we will see you when you get back.”

Maggie watched him deliver his lie to speakerphone-anxious parents, then hang up, tears shining but unfallen as he sniffed hard, turning to regard everyone shorter than him, “we’re gonna stop crying about our parents. They are on vacation and they need it so we’re gonna let them stay on it. Understand?”

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Father Daughter Time (Tony Stark X Daughter X Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mentions of sickness, and vomit

FLUFF

Request: Can I ask for a tony stark x reader one? They’re married and have a baby. While tony has the baby for a few hours she throws up all over him and he’s horrified and the team just laughs at him.


Originally posted by bucky-is-done-with-this-shit

Originally posted by babyphotography1

You had been married to Tony for nearly five years now, and you had recently added to your family, with beautiful baby girl called Marie, after his mother. She was only a few months old, just starting to be able to crawl, but even that was limited. She had to watched at all times.

You did the mornings, stimulating her with toys, tv, music and trying to teach her to crawl, and maybe try and mimic you. When you needed a nap or you were sleeping, Tony put his work away and gave Marie his full attention. You could bet if you woke up to her crying, you’d soon hear your husband shushing her.

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The Green Earth (part 2)

pairing: Ivar x Reader

fandom: vikings

@nekodemon73 @bookswillfindyouaway @kumpmk @sugakookiexx @mads—world @alexa040004 @littlepanda-love

part 1


The waves of the ocean kept rocking the little boat in a pleasurable manner. Fresh sea air and the sound of birds in the air made you feel at peace. You lay down, watching the sky above as the clouds passed by one by one, driven by the strong winds of the north. 
 
“You look a little pale.” 
 
Ivar was leaning over the ridge, his head hanging down so far that it almost hit the surface of the water. He looked miserable. You weren’t sure why he had even agreed to come. 
 
“I have never felt better." 
 
"Are you sure because it looks like death is knocking on your door." 
 
"Should I tell the slaves to make that special dinner again tonight?" 
 
"Gods no!”  
 
“Then shut up!”
 
 
It had been a few weeks since your surprising arrival here and while you had gotten used to a lot of things already, the cooking wasn’t one of them. 
Mobile phones, internet, cars. No problem. There was enough to do to occupy the time but that horrendous meal they used to serve every few days? No way in hell! 
 
“You’re especially grumpy today, my friend." 
 
"And you’re pretty annoying, like always.”
 
 
Floki was sitting at the other side of the boat, smiling to himself as the two of you kept arguing. He hadn’t seen Ivar that relaxed in a very long time, even if he honestly did look like he was about to puke any second now. 
 
He was trying out one of his new inventions and you had pleaded to come along. Not that there was much convincing in order. Floki liked you, especially because you were a bit weird. And who could blame you, it wasn’t every day that you got thrown back into the past. 
 
“Floki is he always like that?”
You ask with a smile, your eyes not leaving Ivars. 
 
“He’s usually worse, I think he has a soft spot for you.”
 
 
You look back at Floki whose shooting you a little wink before grinning at Ivar, who had put on one of his many annoyed faces. 
 
“You know what? I think you’re right. I’m just too cute to resist.” 
 
You start laughing and sure enough manage to get a little smile out of Ivar even if it is gone in a matter of seconds. 
 
The boy had quite the temper on him, though he hardly ever let it out on you. The most you got to deal with was his moodiness and the obligatory snarky side comments. But you had grown to like them, as well as Ivar. From the first day on you had felt safe with him more than anyone else and that hadn’t changed. 
 
“I think it’s time to head back before someone ends his misery and jumps over board.”  
 
“You know…I tagged along to make sure you wouldn’t fall over but keep running that mouth and I push you in myself after shutting you up." 
 
"Uh, kinky.”
 
 
A smirk spreads across Ivars face, lighting up his handsome features and beautiful blue eyes before he gives a warning look. 
 
“You have no idea.”

Right There

I heard my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I groaned and picked it up, blinded by the dim light. A FaceTime call from Harrison was shown.

“What the fuck Haz? It’s 2 in the morning.” I said, scowling.

“Well hello to you.” he said, pretending to be hurt.

“I’m hanging up.” I said, my finger hovering over “End Call”.

“No! Please.. Just… Tom needs you.” Harrison said, biting his lip.

“Why didn’t he just text me?” I asked, feeling annoyed from Harrison yet concerned for Tom.

“No. He needs you.” Harrison said, putting more emphasis on “need”.

Oh… He needed me like that.

“I’ll be on the next plane.” I said, rubbing my eyes. Harrison smiled and told me he would pay.

“Nono. I got this.” I said, standing up to get dressed.

“I insist.” Harrison said.

“You can pay my way back home.” I said, grabbing a duffel bag and setting my phone to rest on my dresser.

~

I finally got to the airport and as I escalated down the escalator, I could see Harrison, but not Tom. As soon as I got to Harrison I punched him in the arm.

“Okay first off… Ow! Why’ve you done that?” he cried.

“For ruining my beauty sleep.” I mocked. He made a face but pulled me into a hug.

“Tom’s at the set filming and I told him I wasn’t feeling well.” Harrison explained as we got into a cab. We got to their place after two hours of driving and I set my stuff down in the living room, looking around.

“When will he be back?” I asked.

“About an hour or earlier.” Haz said, fixing himself and I a sandwich.

~

Harrison and I were sitting on the couch, watching t.v when we heard the door being unlocked. We looked at each other and I got up and ran to the bathroom.

“Hey Haz.” I heard Tom say. He sounded really tired.

“Hey Tom. H-how was filming?” Harrison said, out of breath.

“You good mate?” Tom asked.

“Oh yeah just… Excited to see you. Well.. I’m pretty sure you’re tired and hungry.” Harrison said. I heard footsteps coming closer and then stop near the door.

“I am.” Tom sighed, his voice farther. I heard the refrigerator being opened and being rummaged through. I opened the door a smidge and Harrison was in front of it. He noticed and nodded, opening it more for me, quietly.

“Yeah. I’m starving.” I said, leaning against the wall. Tom looked up and dropped the water bottle he had grabbed.

“Wh-what? What are you doing here?” he asked, coming over and engulfing me in a hug. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Harrison said you needed me.” I said, touching his cheek. He nodded and put his head back in my neck, his breathing tickling me a bit.

“I’ve really been stressed Love.” he said, the vibrations of his voice sending me into giggles. He looked up and smiled. “Sorry.” he apologized.

“Well… Good for you guys. But I’m actually hungry so…” Harrison said, pointing towards the door, indicating Tom to hurry up.

“Alright alright. Why don’t we just order pizza instead? And have a movie night?” Tom suggested.

“I can go get some movies downtown.” Harrison said, looking at his phone.

“I can order the pizza.“I said.

We all came up with a game plan. Harrison would go to the nearest movie store (40 minutes away) instead of going downtown, me ordering two pizzas and some drinks from the market around the corner while Tom showered.

“I’m going to go wait for the cab downstairs. See ya soon.” Harrison said, high-fiving Tom and pinching my arm. I pinched him back and he left, sticking his tongue out at me. Tom came over and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“I’m glad Harrison called you.” he said, kissing my neck and then resting his head on my shoulder. I turned and wrapped my arms around him.

“So am I. Now go shower, you smell like sweat.” I teased. He pouted and then smirked.

“Care to join me…?” he said, slowly leading me towards the bathroom. I smacked his arm playfully.

“Maybe next time.” I said. He pouted but nodded an okay.

~

I got back with the drinks and the pizza wasn’t to be delivered until a few more minutes. Harrison should be back before it though. I came back to see Tom out of the shower and getting cups and plates.

“We good?” I asked, setting the bags down. He nodded and I grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. We snuggled for a while before he brought my chin up to face him.

“I love you..” he said, stroking my cheek.

“I love me too.” I teased. He pinched my cheek and I brought myself up a bit to kiss him. It heated up fairly quickly, him soon on top of me. He started leaving small kisses around my neck, sucking my soft spot which was on the left side of my neck, just below my ear.

“Babe… Don’t leave a hickey.” I told him. He smiled against my neck and bit the skin.

“Just a small one for now.” he winked, bringing his lips back to mine. The door unlocked and we looked to see Harrison with a bag. He saw and pretended to puke.

“I am traumatized.” he said. Tom and I rolled our eyes and he got off, going over to see the choices we had. I sat up as the door was knocked on. The pizza was here which meant Movie Night was ready. We settled on Disney’s Hercules and soon all fell asleep halfway through the movie.

Well.. Harrison fell asleep first but Tom and I drifted off close after.

Sick Day

Because @azure-mirror is a sick child and likes fluffy klance. 


It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for someone on board the castle ship to sneeze and learn that they were allergic to some weird alien product. Pidge had discovered within the first week on board that she would break out in hives if she used Altean shampoo, which was resolved by landing on a planet and buying a year’s supply of different shampoo. Hunk discovered that Coran’s mustache wax made him itchy if he came into contact with it.

But when Keith sneezed seven times in a row and then proceeded to hack his lungs out for a solid minute, everyone whipped around in surprise.

“What are you allergic to?” Hunk groaned in exasperation. Every time they discovered a paladin was allergic to something (or Allura, for that matter, who had learned that Earth’s cotton did not agree with her skin after a mishap with the laundry), they had to take extra precautions to keeping it away from said paladin.

Keith moaned miserably and plopped his head into his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know,” he grumbled, staring at the ground like it had personally offended him. “I’m not even near anything unusual.”

“Seriously?” Lance managed to laugh. “Dude, that was so not an allergic reaction.”

Keith shot Lance a suspicious look. “What?”

“Have you ever been sick?” Pidge asked, a small smile forming at the corners of her lips.

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I Didn’t Know You Read Porn

Title: I Didn’t Know You Read Porn
Pairing: Chanbaek/Baekyeol
Rating: pg-13? i guess?
Genre: fluff, literally them being dorks

Summary: Baekhyun absolutely does NOT read porn. He reads beautiful love stories that make him cry. (loosely based on Anterograde Tomorrow because I love it so much and I cried over thought about it earlier and this is what happened)

Originally posted by flawlessohsehun


It had been a long day. An incredibly long day. One of those days where all you want is to get home, take your pants off and lay on your stomach on the couch. And that’s exactly what Baekhyun planned to do. He slips his key into the lock and slowly pushes the door open, one hand already on the button of his jeans, ready to step out of them and relax. Maybe he’d take a bubble bath. He just wants to read his book; it’s such a good book, a beautiful love story that he can tell is going to go full angst and rip his heart out, leaving him to quietly cry to himself, but he’s so sucked in and hasn’t been able to put it down. He stayed up much too late last night reading, the reason for his current exhaustion after a fairly easy day of work.

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Simon Minter x reader - 22:21

A/N: okay so I wrote this on my phone in like 40 minutes, sorry if it’s bad, but I hope you like it anyway @ anon who requested this. I know my English isn’t the best cause I’m German/Dutch, but any kind of feedback would be nice!

Warnings: I don’t know maybe alcohol and making out? If there’s anything else please tell me!

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You took a big swig of your drink, feeling the burn of alcohol as it slid down your throat. This Friday had been kind of rough, mostly because of the difficulties at work today, but you had also not been feeling that well when you woke up and it had only gotten slightly better.

Now you were at some bar in London, a couple of blocks away from your apartment, lazily dangling your legs off the bar stool, when a group of guys who were around your age stumbled in, obviously already a bit tipsy. You rolled your eyes slightly at their drunken behaviour, until you spotted a mop of almost silvery hair among them, who was eyeing you, and you felt your cheeks turn red. You quickly turned away, going back to paying attention to the way your drink twirled around in your glass when you shook it.

At some point you had emptied it completely, leaving you with nothing to do, so you decided to take another look at the guys who had walked in earlier.

There was the cute, washed-out silver haired boy with piercing blue eyes, who was still looking at you every now and then. You quickly turned your attention to the other ones, but already saw “quicksilver” get up and saunter over to you in the corner of your eye.

You turned your seat towards him, raising an eyebrow as he smirked, trying to lean on the bar, not managing to and sliding off, almost falling. You hid your laugh with your hand, seeing him turn red like you had earlier. He scrambled to his feet, the alcohol in his system fading slightly and his shyness showing, as he struggled to introduce himself.

“H-hi, uh, I thought you were hot- shit I didn’t mean that- no wait I did you’re hot but like not in a creepy way and- oh my god I’m- this is so embarrassing- my name is Simon”, he rambled, making you chuckle slightly.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Simon. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

You were slightly shocked by your own confidence, but when a blush creeper up his neck you knew he wasn’t expecting it either.

Simon took a seat next to you, ordering a glass of water (to clear up, as he told you) and starting to tell you about himself, occasionally asking you things about your life, your interests and your job.

At the end of the night you’d found out he was a Youtuber who was also part of some group called “Sidemen”, he lived not too far away from you and the group of guys he came in with were his friends, who had come over to your spot at the crowded bar once, introducing themselves quickly until one of them, Harry you believe, almost puked on the floor.

After that they all dragged him back to their original place, leaving you alone with Simon again.

Now it was around 1 in the morning and you were feeling kind of tired, the alcohol wearing off since you had switched to water a while ago.

“Hey Simon,” you turned to him and felt your heart flutter when he stared straight into your eyes, “I’m gonna head home, it’s getting kind of late.”

Simon stood up with you and smiled. “I’ll guide you home, I mean you live pretty close right?” You nodded. “And it isn’t save for pretty girls like you to walk around alone in such a big city.”

You blushed, making your way outside as Simon trailed behind you, catching up with you a few steps away from the music of the bar. The sidewalk felt wobbly as you carefully made your way home and you felt the cold of the night wash over you, giving you goosebumps.

Your arms wrapped around your slightly shaking form instinctively and Simon noticed, quickly taking off his hoodie and handing it to you.

“No, I’m fine,” you lied, but gave in when he looked at you with big eyes.

The hoodie was a bit too big for you, making it that much better. It was extremely warm, having been worn by Simon all night, and the sleeves covered your hands like gloves. It smelled like Simons cologne, mixed with the beer he had been drinking. You snuggled into it, grinning to yourself.

Meanwhile Simon was looking at you in awe, completely mesmerised by a beautiful girl like you, wearing HIS clothes and looking so cute in them. He saw the ways your eyes lit up when the warmth of the hoodie engulfed you, and in that moment he knew one thing for sure.

He had totally fallen for you.

You suddenly made a sharp turn towards your apartment building, already opening the door when you remembered you were wearing Simons clothes.

As you turned around again you were shocked to see him standing so close to you and you were certain he could hear your heartbeat going faster than before. He looked you straight in the eye, his face inching closer as the light of the stars reflected in his eyes, his breath spreading across your face. Your lips were centimetres apart when you felt his hands coming to rest on your waist, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Goodnight Y/N”, he whispered, tilting his head and closing the gap between you, kissing you with all the passion he had, as you returned the kiss with equal force. His tongue slipped over your bottom lip, begging for entrance which you gladly allowed him. Your tongues fought for dominance until you pulled away for breath, resting your head on his chest.

He took a slight step back, making your hands fall to your sides as you smiled at him sweetly. Simon turned red again, whispering a quiet “text me” as he started walking away, but you quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him inside.

“The night isn’t over yet, mister.”