and they presented it to [high pitch voice] me

anonymous asked:

Okay I see no one talking about this but now that Dan opened up about his depression the amazingphil video where he predicts Dan’s future is SO CUTE. Like the part where Phil gets really excited about the card saying that he overcame something really hard and Dan being like “stfu you’re making this up!” makes SO much more sense now that we know Dan was getting off/off his meds

(5:50 of this video)

You sent this and then someone posted about it on IDB and I ended up responding there but not to your anon but lemme say this fucked me up in the best way. 

“Letting go of your past pain and old associations allows you to embrace the next phase of your life wholeheartedly.” 

and then Phil gets all bouncy and starts slapping Dan out of excitement and Dan’s voice get super high pitched and disbelieving. Like, holy shit they’re so excited when Phil reads the part of the card about his present and then they both claim it’s accurate but there is a jump cut before they explain what is accurate about the present prediction.

Yes Sir Part 5

Yes Sir by evansrogerskitten
Part 5: His Fantasy Girl

Professor Winchester has a fantasy that his girl is eager to star in.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Explicit. NSFW, double dose of smut. jealousy and angst, feels, fluff, role-play, dirty talk, dom!John, NSFW gif. WC: 4505 On AO3

A/N: Shout out to my graduation thesis making a cameo. This fic is kinky af. Let me know what you think! I’m writing it because of its amazing followers! xoxo Gifs & images aren’t mine, thanks to the creator peeps.

The little plastic remote clicked in my hand as I advanced the PowerPoint projected on the screen.

“My thesis is on the Undemocratic Tendencies of the Early American Founders.”

Looking across the classroom I could see encouraging faces although I knew everyone was listless, my presentation being the fifth one that week. Nevertheless, it was 30% of my grade. So I continued flipping through the slides, arguing my cases and backing it up with evidence from my interpretation of the effect of the Founder’s beliefs in creating the original Constitutional laws.

I had worked my ass off on this project. I knew I deserved an A. And with mid terms in a couple weeks, I needed to ace it. So I kept my eyes on my goal, focusing on the screen and not on the man in the back of the room.

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Lost Series - Part Four

Part One  Part Two  Part Three

Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Originally posted by maticn03

After showering and changing into some of Tabitha’s clothing, I stepped outside for a smoke. I have been dying for a cigarette. The sun had just started to set and I let out a sigh.

“Miss. L/N. I hope you found everything you need.” Theo spoke, stepping out of the shadows.

I smiled at him, “yes, thank you. Not just for the petty things, but for breaking us out of Arkham.”

He smiled, “It was no problem.”

“Can I ask you something, Theo?” I asked, exhaling the smoke. He nodded his head.

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Riverdale Imagine: Victim (Archie x Reader)

Requested by anonymous: hi omg!!!! i wanted to know if you could do an archie imagine??? literally I can’t find any and he’s my dad I love him sm you can choose what to do with it, I literally don’t care at all 😂 I just want some archie fic in my lifeee. thank youuu!!

Summary: You had been in love with your best-friend Archie Andrews for years, but that was irrelevant. When you catch him in the middle of an encounter with Miss Grundy, you realise that you have to help him understand the truth about her. Even if that means losing him forever.

Approx. 1800 words

It was a Wednesday when you saw them together. You had just finished editing Betty’s article that was due to be published in the Blue and Gold newspaper the following morning – an interesting piece on the stigmatisation of eating disorders in young women – and you were eager to get home. You had finished all of your homework earlier in the week and, as you escaped from the prison that was Riverdale High with your headphones blaring in your ears, you were contemplating which series to binge on Netflix later that night. As you neared the exit a flash of blue and yellow caught your eye from one of the music classrooms on your left, as you peeped through the window in the classroom’s door, you were surprised to see a letterman jacket on the wooden floor. You furrowed your brow in confusion, you thought you were the only person left in the school building, and you opened the door just enough so you could peer inside. You were not prepared for what you saw. Archie Andrews – your best friend and long-time crush – was half naked and entwined in a passionate embrace with Miss Grundy, Riverdale High’s music teacher. They were both in an alarming state of undress and their clothes were strewn around the floor, clearly having been ripped off each other in an animalistic manner. You heard Miss Gundy giggle like a teenage girl as Archie lifted her up and placed her on the top of the piano, the muscles in his arms flexing appealingly. You nearly threw up at the sight of him kissing down her neck, his hands running up her bare thighs and reaching her breasts, cupping them almost roughly.

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anonymous asked:

Jimon prompt: Simon thinking Jace hates him because of the constant teasing etc (i.e. failed attempts at flirting), and a drunken Jace finding out and tying Simon's hair into pigtails so he can literally pull them to get him point across (RE the old school idea of boys pulling girls' pigtails of they liked them)

this prompt is so ridiculous asdfghjkl i love it

“What the hell are these?” Simon asks as Jace throws two tiny elastic bands down in front of him. 

“Hair ties.” Jace announces, like that answers every question Simon has. Simon looks at him, then looks back down at the innocuous looking black elastics sitting on top of his debriefing report from a mission he accompanied as a Downworld liaison. 

“Hair ties.” Simon repeats back dumbly, and then he looks at Jace again, who’s swaying towards him with a manic glint in his eyes. “Are you drunk?” 

“No?” Jace says, looking scandalized. “If I was drunk,” he leans closer to Simon, slamming a fist down on the table, “could I have thought of such a smart plan?” 

His breath reeks of alcohol. Simon rolls his eyes, smiling despite himself. “Sure, whatever. What do you want me to do with these? Give you a man bun?” 

“What?” Jace asks, staring at him as he sits back heavily in the chair next to Simon. “How is a bun a man? Isn’t it just a bun? What?” 

Simon looks at him, takes in the way his forehead is furrowing as he thinks about hairstyles. Whatever he drank, it’s made him forget about the stresses of Shadowhunting for at least a little while, and he looks younger, more innocent, cheeks flushed pink. His hair is falling loose from the little pins Simon knows he has in it now, a new thing that’s come about because Jace hasn’t had the time to get his hair cut.

Simon knows all these things because he pays attention to Jace, because he has a crush on Jace. He’s aware enough to admit that to himself. He’s also aware enough to admit that Jace kind of hates him, or at least finds him annoying, and, well - that’s life. He’ll live with it, like always. 

“What’s your plan, Jace?” He cajoles instead of voicing his own morose thoughts, and Jace brightens up, picking one of the elastics up and shuffling his chair closer. 

“Hold still.” Jace murmurs, and then he’s reaching up with his careful pianist fingers to lift a thick lock of Simon’s hair and start braiding it, his eyes locked in intense concentration on it and his mouth pursed. Simon, for his part, feels his eyebrows shoot up as he’s suddenly confronted with Jace much closer to his face, so close he can pinpoint the exact point the blue bleeds into brown in his eyes. 

“Are you…trying to make me look better?” Simon asks helplessly. Jace snorts. 

“You don’t need to look better.” Jace says, as if it’s normal that they say things like this to each other. “You always look s’good” 

“Yeah, you’re definitely missing a word in there.” Simon says, wrinkling his nose at the chemical smell of vodka coming off of Jace. “Also, you’re missing a few brain cells right now, but I’ll take you not hating me for a few minutes because you’re wasted.” 

“I don’t hate you.” Jace says absently, and then he pitches forward off his chair to straddle Simon’s lap

Simon holds very, very still and considers that he might be dreaming, but Jace’s weight is solid on his lap and very present, and Simon gulps as his hands fly to grip the armrests and he stares up into Jace’s handsome face. 

“I have no idea what’s happening right now.” He says honestly, his voice high and panicked, and Jace hums, tying an elastic off into the second small braid he’s created in Simon’s hair. 

“Pigtails.” he explains, sliding one hand down to Simon’s neck and using the other to tug forcefully enough at the pigtails that Simon feels it, jerking away and hissing ow. “I’m pulling your pigtails.” 

“That’s your plan?” Simon asks, dumbfounded. “What one earth - “

“Maia,” Jace continues with as much dignity as he can muster straddling Simon’s laps, hand playing absently with what Simon is sure is a ridiculous looking braid, “told me that I wasn’t being obvious enough.” 

“With - “

“So I’m pulling your pigtails.” Jace finishes triumphantly, confidant as he smirks at Simon. “To tell you I like you, and that I want to go out on a date with you.” 

Simon’s world screeches to a halt as he processes what Jace just said, and then he just stares at Jace, who shifts in his position and stares back at Simon, devastatingly handsome and incredibly wasted.

“Okay.” Simon says, shaking his head slowly. “Okay! Let’s sleep it off and see what you think in the morning, you idiot.” 

“Only an idiot for you.” Jace responds wisely. 


In the morning, hangover and all, Jace stumbles into Simon’s boathouse. 

“You still have the pigtails.” He says accusingly, his voice sleep-roughened as he stares at Simon’s hair. 

You’re here.” Simon counters peevishly. “Sober.” 

“Right.” Jace says, nodding, and then he reaches over and tugs at the pigtail again, his touch gentle this time. “It wasn’t the worst idea I’ve had.” 

“Debatable.” Simon says, and then Jace is curling a hand in Simon’ shirt and yanking him forward to kiss him soundly, mouth open and warm and wanting, and Simon thinks dazedly that it really isn’t the worst idea Jace has ever had. 

(Because Jace’s drunk brain could have decided that Cupid was the romantic metaphor to act out, and then Simon would have probably been shot in the ass or something with Alec’s arrows, and honestly it’s probably for the better that Jace stuck with pigtail pulling.)


The first time I saw this episode years back, I had no idea the kid with them was Kenny until Stan and Kyle did the “you killed Kenny” routine (I thought it was some random background character) so when I realized it was, I flipped out and had to rewatch the scene a few times to confirm “holy shit Kenny is this adorable”.

You’re so used to hearing his voice so muffled it’s easy to forget it’s actually as high-pitched as it is? 

(Unimportant detail: I love how as Stan and Kyle are getting blanket, Kenny is glancing back and forth to make sure no one walks in? At least I think that’s what he is doing.)

Mark’s Birthday

So here’s a little thing I wrote at 8:30am about the egos celebrating Mark’s birthday since today is the day! Markimoo is 28

Mark hears a knock on his door and walks over to find 16 versions of himself standing in the doorway. He panics and quickly pulls them inside, not wanting to draw attention to himself with his alter egos.

Will is the first to approach Mark with his neatly wrapped present. The wrapping paper is obviously pink, and so is the bow on top.
“Happy birthday Mr Markiplier,” he wiggles his moustache and beams at Mark.
Inside the gift is a new fake, pink moustache and a pair of pink socks with pink moustaches on them. A laugh erupted from Mark’s throat as he looked down at the simple little gifts that Will clearly thought hard about.

Ed and Silver approached next. Silver’s hands were behind his back and Ed was holding out a plate of chicken and dumplings.
“We know you like this stuff, so Sil and I took a stab at making ‘em for ya,” for the first time, Ed’s expression was soft and caring.
Silver nodded as he nervously smiled, the egos shy nature kicking in around so many people. Mark started to feel emotional. He’d left some of these egos behind for years and yet here they were, making an effort just for him.

King offered Mark a jar of his best peanut butter.
“Can I please spend the day petting Chica,” he asked politely.
Mark of course said yes and accepted the jar too. He knew how much King loved his peanut butter, so such a gesture meant a lot to the wacky ego. Watching his run off and pull Chica in to hug as she started to lick the peanut butter off of King’s face made Mark’s heart swell.

Google walked over with his little group of search engines; the four googles and Bing. They all lined up behind him, Google standing dead centre, with his eyes and G glowing brightly. Each android followed, their own eyes lighting up and the symbol on their chest illuminating.
“As long as we are here today, I can assure you that you will have faster WiFi and no technical issues with your computer, games or any recordings will occur” Google spoke, his voice still cold and emotionless but his small smile showing that the robot could feel something.
The others grinned, even Bing, who was proud of himself for being useful.

Everyone spreads out, some heading to the living room to sit down whilst others ran off to explore a house they’ve never physically been in. Will admired everything he saw with Mark’s logo on since it did, after all, have his iconic moustache which had adopted the name of the Warfstache.

The Jims and Bop came up to Mark later on after everyone had finally found somewhere to sit or something to do.
“We don’t have a gift,” Jim1 spoke, “we simply wanted to thank you for bringing us to life.”
“If it wasn’t for you,” Jim2 added, “we wouldn’t even be regarded as alter egos.” 
All three were thankful for their new life. Bop sang ‘happy birthday’ in his own, unique assortment of mouth noises, and The Jims added the lyrics over the top. Everyone else slowly joined in as they heard. The three cheers that followed shook the house as 16 men with deep and powerful voices all yelled ‘hip hip hooray’.

Yandere found Mark in the kitchen when he was preparing a few snacks for everyone.
“Mark, I insist that you let me help you. This is your day,” Yan grabbed a knife and started chopping the carrots.
Mark tried to conceal his smile when he saw the younger ego so eager to help him out despite that fact that underneath the innocent schoolgirl look, he was in fact a coldblooded killer, although so was half of the group.

Mark brought out a few plates of snacks, ranging from the healthy alternative of carrot sticks to the extremely unhealthy option of rich, chocolate brownie pieces. There was more than enough to feed the hungry egos, and Mark even brought out the chicken and dumplings from Ed and Silver to share with the group.

Dr Iplier handed Mark another present after the snacks had been devoured. Bim also handed over a similar present. Both were small, neatly wrapped, and had ‘To Mark’ written on a label. Inside the docs was stethoscope.
“I thought it would be useful for any of your sketches where you needs props,” Iplier stated.
Meanwhile, Bim’s present had two small plant pots. They were shaped like people, a male and female figure, one with a drawn on pink moustache and the other with coloured in blonde hair.
“It’s you and Amy,” Bim excitedly exclaimed, “so you can both have your own special friend. They won’t die either, trust me.”
Bim winked and giggled, happy he could finally hand this gift over after months of planning and practicing his abilities to ensure whatever was planted would live as long as Mark did.

The Host was the last of the egos to speak to Mark, right at the end of their day together once everyone had left. He handed him a leather bound book with the words ‘The story of Mark Edward Fischbach’ imprinted on the front.
“The Host wrote this for Mark. He knows that sometimes Mark doesn’t feel like he’s done enough or doesn’t believe he deserves the fame and popularity he has, but The Host insists that everything here is well deserved. In this book, The Host has written about Mark’s life, including every detail he could possibly imagine, accompanied by handwritten notations from all of us. Some of the notes are there to tell you that a particular event or scenario shows why deserve this life, whereas others are simply funny comments to make you smile. The Host hopes you enjoy it.”
Mark didn’t realise he’d started crying until he felt The Host’s hand gently wipe away a few tears. He didn’t deserve such kindness from any of them, but every ego had turned up and spent the day with him just because Mark had been alive 28 years. He opened the book to a random page to see a glittery pink note above a circled sentence. The sentence read ‘This video became one of a short series about the strange reporter, including a couple of videos following his murderous antics’ and the pink note above read ‘Wilford Warfstahce was born!’.

However, one ego hadn’t joined the rest of them.

After everyone went home, Mark was jumpscared by his demonic double. Dark’s grin was as menacing as ever and his aura drained the colours of the room.
“Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, old friend. See, I remembered your birthday…” his voice shook the room and the high pitch buzz echoed inside Mark’s head.
He realised why Dark was so annoyed. He had forgotten it was Dark’s birthday just over a week ago and hadn’t realised until he found the sea of posts on Tumblr about it.
“Why don’t you stop being edgy, sit down with me and we can play some games together, like old times.”
Neither man particularly like the other, Mark grinned as the ego sighed in defeat and joined him, picking up a controller. Dark’s present to Mark was allowing his perfect facade to drop, revealing the demon beneath. He showed his true nature, which on this night, was just a competitive child. He wasn’t trying to manipulate anyone. He just wanted a bit of fun and for once, he didn’t care about regaining the control he deserved. The greyscale man sat beside Mark, growling at every defeat and cheering at every victory, was acting like a real human, which was the best present Mark could receive.


note: my translations are loose

thank you so much

sunshine Yamada

Aizawa: [thinking] Mic got me to take on extra work for him again…

Mic: Here’s the script!

Aizawa: [reading off the script] Present Mic, quirk “Voice.” His volume is amazing, his high pitches are amazing, and his low tones are amazing. When he was born, his first cry made his parents’ and the doctor’s ears bleed.
Aizawa: [thinking] This is so annoying…
Aizawa: In addition to that – hm?

Script: In addition to that, he and underground hero Eraserhead were in the same high school class and are now UA teachers together. He also picked out Eraserhead’s hero name for him, and now they’re lovers!
Script: [scratched out] They’re thinking about getting married eventually!
Script: Lastly, that thing around his neck is a directional speaker…

Aizawa: [thinking] He definitely does speak directly.
Aizawa: I’m going to crush him.

Person Recording: Cut!

So, I’m nonbinary, and I just can’t help but judge other nonbinary people who present as their assigned gender, make no effort to make themselves look ambiguous or have any indicator of being nonbinary at all, and then get mad when strangers gender them. I mean obviously it’s bad if people who know them repeatedly misgender them, but I just don’t understand how a stranger is supposed to know that an overtly feminine or masculine looking person identifies as nonbinary?

I’d really like to change my opinion on this but I haven’t really seen any reason to yet, and I’d like another nb person’s opinion.

Okay, I’m gonna be honest, this is really hard for me to keep my cool while answering. 

1. It is very hard for most people to successfully make people confused about their gender. My metamour is amab and agender. They usually present in a way most people would take as masculine. But you know what? If they were to dress more feminine, people would still fucking take them as masculine. They are 40 years old, amab, and living in the southern U.S. They have a low raspy voice, they have a thin neck and a very noticeable “adam’s apple”. They could shave, wear makeup, wear feminine clothes and try to talk more “feminine”, but you know what that would get them? Not they pronouns, that’s for damn sure. It would get them assumptions that they are a cis gay man or a trans woman, in a place were being either of those is very dangerous. It would be damn near impossible for them to successfully create a look that you would deem acceptably neutral. I am fat and afab. even when I bind, i don’t always look completely flat. I have a high pitched voice, speaking low is hard for me,it doesn’t fool anyone. I have large hips that I can’t hide. I have a face people read as feminine no matter how the rest of me looks. Even when I try, I do not look androgynous. It’s not easy for everyone, it’s not attainable for everyone.

2. Safety. Not everyone is safe presenting androgynously. Most amab people are gonna be in more danger going out dressed femininely, and if they don’t feel comfortable with that they shouldn’t have to. And in general, being actively noticeably trans/nb/gnc is usually not something most people are going to take well. They’re not going to suddenly assume they pronouns for you because you dressed differently, they will likely get mad because they are confused. 

3. who is defining androgynous here? who decides if we are androgynous enough? it sure as hell aint us, because most people would say I look like a girl and I would not. People often completely ignore/forget about amab nb people here. What for them is androgynous enough for you? Because that masculine clothing is not very radical and appearance changing for them. It’s also more dangerous for them to present more femininely if they don’t pass as 100% female, as I mentioned before. gender roles and expectations are harmful, and that doesn’t exclude expectations for nb people. We deserve the right to be ourselves regardless of what people expect because of our gender as much as anyone else. what exactly is “feminine” or “masculine”? these aren’t factual categories, these are societal categories that mean jack shit, okay. the same goes for neutral or androgynous. especially considering our society hardly even acknowledges this category, it’s not like theres a third list of neutral things that if you stick to those everyone will assume you’re agender or something. It doesn’t work that way. society sucks, and people are going to assume a gender of you 90% of the time. present with the intent of being ambiguous as much as you want and i support you entirely with that, especially if it makes you happy or comfortable. but the fact is that even when you do that, it doesn’t just make people assume you are nonbinary.

4. everyone is different. just like some girls are happy and comfortable choosing to look as “masculine” as possible, and some boys are happy and comfortable choosing to look as “feminine” as possible, nb people may like either of those as well. it doesn’t change how any of them identify and who they are. if you wouldn’t judge a cis guy for wearing a lot of makeup and still expecting to be respected as a dude and called a dude, why would you judge an nb person for being just as frustrated as you when being misgendered while appearing in a way you see as one gender or another. 

5. You know when you try really fucking hard to look ambiguous and some asshole still assumes a gender for you and you want to scream? if misgendering doesn’t feel good that feeling doesn’t go away because you’re not trying to show people your gender. whether I am straight up masculine and people are actually assuming i’m a dude, or I’m wearing a dress and people are assuming I’m a girl, or i’m trying to be confusing and people are going either way, it still fucking sucks. your appearance doesn’t change your feelings. 

6. Most of us don’t want people to somehow magically know our exact gender. We want people not to assume, get it wrong, and hurt us. People should not assume a stranger’s gender. It’s that simple. I want a stranger to call me they the same as I want them to call anyone else they don’t know they, because they don’t fuckin’ know. I try to do this myself as best as I can. If i see someone wearing a dress, I try to still use they. If i see someone with a beard, I try to still use they. Until I am told otherwise. It’s not that when someone misgenders me I go “HOW DARE YOU NOT KNOW I AM MAVERIQUE AND USE THEY OR IT PRONOUNS ONLY,” I go, “Man. I’m not a girl, and it feels shitty being called one. I wish people wouldn’t assume gender, so I didn’t have to deal with this.”

7. This shit adds up. Yeah, I have long hair and I rarely bind and I like wearing dresses and sometimes I wear makeup, and yeah I get upset when I’m misgendered, and yeah sometimes I vent about it because just like anyone else hearing the wrong pronouns all fucking day sucks and adds up and I shouldn’t have to change myself and pretend to enjoy something if I don’t and wear things that put me in pain due to my weight and sensory issues just so that you don’t judge me when I’m upset that people are STILL MISGENDERING ME, because it happens either way.

Hope that was enough reason.


Take Me Back, Please?

Request: Can you do one were Grant cheats on the reader and the reader finds out and Grant does everything to make it up to her..?

Author: Cailynn

Word Count: 1,234


“Is something happening between you and Grant?”

I almost choked on my coffee at the openness of the question. Candice looked at me with concern-filled eyes. Thoughts of all the missed dates and late nights waiting for him ran through my mind.

“ I mean, we aren’t in our best place right now. He’s been missing a lot of dinner dates which has lead to fights. Other times, he’s not coming home until the late hours of the night but he never tells me where’s he’s been.” Tears pricked their way around my eyes and I began to shake due to the painful memories. Candice and Danielle wrapped their arms around me, running their hands up and down my back in attempt to console me.

“Oh (Y/N), I’m sure everything is going to be fine. Grant loves you so much. If I knew you were going to get so upset, I wouldn’t have asked, it’s just Grant has been acting a little strange and we were concerned,” Candice stated still trying to comfort me.

“No, it’s fine. I’m just afraid that we’re falling apart and I don’t want to lose him,” I said, my voice still shaking from the present tears. Danielle rubbed her hand up and down my arm. “Well I guess I better get home, since Grant is actually there.” I picked up my purse and walked out of Candice’s apartment.


When I got back home, I noticed an unknown car parked in our driveway. I opened the door and took my shoes off, quietly closing the door behind me. The comfort of mine and Grant’s shared home filling me with instant relaxation.

Suddenly, I heard a high pitched squeal coming from upstairs. I walked upstairs to fulfill my curious mind. Standing outside of the bedroom door, I heard excessive moaning and panting. Tears began to collect around my eyes as I opened the door to confirm my suspicions. There he was, Grant was having sex with another girl in our bed. Neither of them noticing my presence, I walked into the closet and grabbed my suitcase. When I heard the moaning stop, I turned and looked towards the bed and made eye contact with the random girl.

“Grant, baby, who is that on the floor with a suitcase,” the girl said, causing Grant to stop his actions and look over. Grant quickly got off the girl and started putting his clothes on.

“Get out!” He shouted at the girl and pointed towards the door. He made his way over to me and started taking clothes out of my suitcase. Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I put the clothes back into my suitcase. Grant pulled my shoulders, forcing me to make eye contact with him. My puffy, red eyes matched similarly to his as he wrapped me in his embrace.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), it was an accident.”

“Oh, so putting your penis into someone’s vagina is an accident? No, Grant, It’s not an accident! Why did you do it? Am I not good enough for you?” I shouted at his sobbing form, stuttering over several words. Grant looked at me with sympathetic eyes, and pulled me into his embrace again.

I yanked myself out of his tight embrace, beating his chest with my fists. He made an effort to wrap his arms around me again, tears rolling down his face. He ignored the punches that I was throwing into his rib cage. I sobbed harder as he tried to pull me closer, me pushing him away with all the strength left within me. I was too weak to let go. After giving up resisting, I let him engulf me into his arms. Tears continually fell from both of our eyes, mine soaking his chest.

“Why?” I let out softly after a while of silent crying between the two of us. He let out an exasperated sigh. “Why?” I repeated. I felt one of his warm tears fall onto my shoulder. He didn’t say anything, because he didn’t know why. I stood up, leaving him sitting on the bed.

“(Y/N), please don’t go. I-I love you,” Grant pleaded as tears fell from his eyes. I shook my head, whimpering at his soft and broken words. Without looking back, I shut the door and left.


After a while of driving around, I found myself back at Candice’s apartment. I parked my car and knocked on her door.

“(Y/N)! What happened?”

The once silenced tears began to speak again. I through my arms around Candice in a search for comfort. She lead me inside and sat me on her couch.

“(Y/N), tell me what happened.” Candice spoke in a soft tone. I attempted to calm myself down and I wiped away my tears. “G-Grant… Grant cheated on me. When I got back to our house today, I walked into our bedroom and I caught him there with some random girl.” Sobs rushed over my body once again.

Candice’s arms wrapped themselves around my body. “How could Grant do this,” Candice asked loudly, “(Y/N), he won’t get away with this. Just wait until I'm  at set in a couple of days and I’ll make sure I give Grant a piece of my mind.” Candice’s furious mini-speech made me let out a small laugh. “Well, before I bore you with the details of how your ex will regret what he has done, you must be exhausted. Go to my spare room and get some rest,” Candice said, noticing my yawning.


I was awaken in the middle of the night by shouting coming from the living room. I open the door to where there is a little crack so I can hear better.

“Please Candice, I’m begging. Just let me see (Y/N).” Grant. Why was he here? He has already caused enough distress.

“No Grant. You had one job and that was to be true. I know her and you’ll never find anyone as trusting or as kind. You’ve really messed up.”

I walked out of my room and down the small hallway making myself known. Grant looked over Candice’s shoulder and stared at me. His hair was disheveled, pieces sticking up all around his head. His eyes were not their usual bright green, in fact, they were red and puffy. His cheeks were still wet from his tears. At the sight of me, Grant’s tears started again. Candice turned to me, “(Y/N), go back to sleep. I’ll get rid of him.”

I pushed past Candice and made my way to Grant. “No, I feel like I should let him explain himself.” I looked at Grant. There was a moment of silence between us. “Well, start explaining,” I said crossing my arms.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry about what I did. Even before I started missing our dates, we were fighting non-stop. I thought that I wasn’t making you happy anymore. I was so afraid that you were going to leave me. Look at where we are compared to where we started, I know I don’t deserve you (Y/N). Take me back, please?” Grant’s eyes were cloudy with tears.

“You get one more chance but if you pull a stunt like this again, we’re through.” Grant pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you passionately.

“That’s all I’m asking for, love.”

Sotto Voce - Track 6

Hey everyone! I’m really sorry that this post is so late, ahahaha….um. Yeah. It’s been an interesting week for my mental state. ANYWAY!!

Here is track 6! I hope you enjoy the animosity because it’s not going away any time soon! :D


You stared at the cheesy wanted poster pasted on the wall in front of you, growling under your breath before you ripped it from the wall. It was a rough sketch of your Hero persona. Oh no, wait, sorry. Vigilante persona. What a rip.

What an asshole.

You glared at the name at the bottom of the poster. “Please call Present Mic’s tip line if you see this dangerous vigilante!” you read, voice pitched high and mocking. You balled the paper in your hand and shoved it in the trash as you walked down the sidewalk. It was cold, the long fingers of winter slowly stretching over the city. You buried your face in your scarf and grumbled to yourself as you reached a crosswalk.

Someone walked up next to you. “That was rude, you know,” he said. You buried yourself further into your scarf. “I worked hard on those posters.”

“Leave me alone, I’m not breaking any laws,” you grunted.

Yamada hummed as he sipped at his coffee. “At the moment,” he said.

You glared at him. “Technically, you have no proof that I’ve broken any laws,” you pointed out.

He tilted his head. His hair was tied up in a bun today, loose hair framing his face. He was attractive. You hated him even more. “Not right now,” he said. He looked over at you, staring over the rim of his glasses. “But I will when I arrest you.”

You scoffed and watched the light change, indicating that you could walk. “Yeah. Sure. Like that will happen.”

He paced after you, humming to himself a song that you couldn’t place. “It will,” he said, “You’re my number one mission. A…rehabilitation project, if you will.”

You stopped at the other corner. “I’m doing good work here,” you snapped.

“And yet?” he said around the lip of his cup. He arched an eyebrow at you as he took a long sip. You huffed and turned away, stomping down the sidewalk. He didn’t follow you. “Are your ears still ringing?” he called after you.

You turned around and lifted both hands out of your pockets, flipping him off as you walked backwards. It earned a laugh, at least.

Damn you hated how attractive he was.

Zico - “Thanks for trusting me”

Originally posted by zeethebee

It had been all over the news. A picture of Zico peacefully sleeping in a bed of a hotel room with his upper body completely exposed. It was posted on instagram by a girl claiming to have slept with him. Based on the hairstyle and color he had in this picture, it was more than obvious that it was a recent photo. Fans protected him saying it must have been edited, but as a photographer yourself, you knew it wasn’t. There was no sign of photoshop, the quality was high too and she didn’t use any filter which could alter the picture. The photo was real. 

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A/N: Heeeeeeeeeeeeey well this got longer than expected. And with more soft core smut / hardcore make out put behind purity marks! New character, and tons of information! Very filled chapter lol, with a fun little ending :P

Natsu Dragneel is just an ordinary 21 year old trying to get by on his craft’s business, keep his landlady off his ass, and grow his friendship with his new weird neighbour Lucy. Without revealing that he’s a witch. Or his cat can fly and talk. So maybe Natsu isn’t that normal. Things take a serious left turn for him when people from his past start showing up, and he and Lucy as well as some new -and old- friends travel across Fiore trying to find some answers. But the question is, will they be happy with what they find?

Wiccan!Natsu AU

Pairings: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 7965

Rating: M

Part: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven,Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen,Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty One, Part Twenty Two, Part Twenty Three, Part Twenty Four, Part Twenty Five

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Natsu, I’m sure. You said the reason my plant hated me was because there was a very angry sprite that lived in it and choose me for some reason.“

“But Lushiiiiiiii, she’s scary . She smells like fish but she’s not one and it’s confusing !”

Happy’s loud wail made Natsu and Lucy share a look, Natsu agreeing with Happy and Lucy telling him that if he agreed with his cat there would be no more kissing today. Which Natsu could not live with.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine buddy. Somehow…” Natsu tried to placate, but his own unease was noticeable in his voice and Lucy rolled her eyes at the two.

“Ok, so how exactly do I… summon her? I guess?” Lucy asked, looking questioningly between the two. Lucy and Natsu were sitting on the sofa, Lucy sinking into the space made by Natsu’s legs as he sat cross legged in the center. Happy flew around their heads anxiously, unable to sit still, or maybe staying ready for a speedy getaway. Either way Natsu couldn’t blame him. He eyed the plant warily again, the glass bowl sitting harmlessly on the coffee table in front of them.

“Just ask her to come out. She will, if she wants to that is,” Natsu explained in her ear, resting his chin on the shoulder that her braided hair didn’t fall over. He nuzzled the soft wool on her shoulder as she took a deep breath, a soft grin cracking his worry-pinched lips as Lucy mumbled about his dramatics. She settled more into his lap, and Natsu gave her an encouraging squeeze to her hips as way of support.

“Okay… Aquarius, would you please come out?” Lucy asked, voice wavering slightly from her nerves. She had taken the news that her plant housed an other worldly sprite surprisingly well, but Natsu guessed that even Lucy had her limits, amazing as she was. A soft gasp made Natsu pull away from his fawning over the girl snuggled in his lap, her already large brown eyes growing wider as she stared at the flower before them.

A bloom of golden light was rising from the center of the flower, sparkling transparent petals unfurling until a soft burst of light similar to Happy’s wings disappearing rained golden sparkles that dissolved into the air around the glass bowl. But the shower of magic dust was only barely noticed, as Lucy was left gaping at the figure floating before her. The image of a mermaid with a blue tail and aquamarine hair floated in the air, finned tail twitching in annoyance as Lucy continued to stare at her.

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Matchmaking Beagles (Kyungsoo One Shot)

Originally posted by dodyo

Car rides with the Beagle line are never quiet. If Sehun and Suho hadn’t barricaded the door to their van, you and Kyungsoo would be enjoying the soft lull of Lay’s voice, rather than Baekhyun’s pterodactyl screeching.

“We should’ve walked.” You nudge Kyungsoo, half-annoyed half-entertained, as Chen fights Baekhyun for a few more sips of the Bubble tea.

“I swear– they couldn’t just get two of each.” Kyungsoo mutters.

Eventually, they spill half the cup over the van’s floor. As the van pulls over to a gas station’s parking lot, you sigh– tired– and lean your head on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Your eyes are drooping as the commotion continues and Kyungsoo’s hand is steady on your knee, rubbing mindless circles over the fabric of your jeans.

You fall asleep to what looks like the beginning of an endless game of rock, paper, scissors that Chanyeol somehow gets roped into. The loser, you assume, has to clean up the mess. Time fades away as your mind is enveloped in sleep, comfortable with the warmth radiating off of Kyungsoo’s body. You’re toying the line of consciousness, so close to reaching the spot where your mind stops processing its surroundings.

The van jolts however, and you stir– barely. You keep your eyes closed, trying to go back to the tranquility of sleep, but Baekhyun’s laughter, although musical, is teasing. You pretend you’re sleeping still, preferring to remain invisible and unbothered by all parties in attendance, and you can’t help but listen to their conversation.

“Seriously- you’ve confessed plenty of times in dramas, Kyungsoo.” Chanyeol’s voice carries from the front seat.

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my-anime-romance  asked:

Akashi angst ψ(`∇´)ψ PLEASE

(Sorry I’ve been dead for ever)

Yes yes and more yes! You guys, I complain about angsts all the time because I don’t want to put my heart through it (I get way too emotionally attached) BUT I LOVE WRITING THEM (and reading them..I am a sadomasochist after all >.<)!!!!! I dunno man…I just like deep, emotional, melancholy things! >.<

Remember!! I ALWAYS write angsts with a song to tie into the plot! (Look at past angsts to understand if you still don’t!) This themed song is new(ish), very popular, and it’s trending right now..So you’ll probably roll your eyes at it BUUTTTT I love this song right now and I saw a I took it Mwahaha (¬‿¬) So:

Akashi Seijuro- “Hello” by Adele

Also— if you’ve read my past angsts, I’ve mostly channeled the angst-y emotions towards the KnB character instead of the reader (ie. I’ve made the KnB character at fault and the cause of the angst feeling). This angst is different. I’ve centered the angst-y emotions toward the reader. I hope it doesn’t matter too much but if you’d like me to write the angst focusing on the KnB character doing wrong, then request again and I’ll write another one!!

**Also one more note!! This writing has a lot of Math involved..I hate Math and the simplest addition makes me frustrated because I’m lazy (xD)..It doesn’t make too much difference if you don’t get it, it’s just written to make the timeline real. Math to back it up as proof. So don’t focus as much on the math as you should emotions. ^u^ Now onwards!

Akashi: “Hello. It’s me.”

The bright red hair strands shifted as he snapped his head up at the sound of a vaguely-familiar, feminine voice singing out.

“That sentence..she starts out every voicemail with that exact wording..” Akashi Seijuro murmured as if the song and singer set him in a trance reminiscing in the past.

“What?” Another feminine voice pipped up, making Akashi snap back to the present.

“Hm? Oh, nothing..” Akashi couldn’t help but wince in annoyance at the high-pitched voice.

“I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet,” The first feminine voice continued singing as she gracefully played the classy, white, grand piano that set the scene. “To go over everything.”

Akashi was twenty-three currently, only four more days needed to pass before he would turn twenty-four. Only four more days needed to pass before five years turned into six years since they had not talked. Six years since they’ve seen each other. Six years since she’s heard his voice. However, he knows what her voice sounds least the way she talked in her voicemails, trying to get ahold of him before she started crying. Unfortunately, he knew the sounds of her crying way more then he knew the sound of her own voice speaking.

It was the day he had turned eighteen when she ended everything. The day when she broke Akashi Seijuro’s heart while trying to give it back to him. It was the day she felt as if she clawed her own heart out, dropped it in the garbage, and walked away from it. The day she ended her chances to have a potential happy family.

That was the day she walked away from any future she had with him.

“They say that time’s supposed to heal ya, but I ain’t done much healing.”

After ending their relationship once and for all before walking off, she went M.I.A. from him or anyone else she knew. She packed her things and fled from the whole country, ending all possibilities for Akashi to hunt and chase her down.

“Hello, can you hear me?”

She began her new life half way around the world where she originally lived. Her father was American, her mother was Japanese, and she was the best of both worlds. When she was young and in elementary, they lived as a perfect family in California, USA. She was twelve when her dad passed away and thirteen when her mom decided to move back to her homeland, Japan.

She was thirteen when she met Akashi and thirteen when they both started hitting it off. Akashi saw an emotion held in the girl’s eyes that matched his same emotion. Akashi saw that a part of her was dormant, almost dead, inside. She had lost a loved one that was very close to her and he could tell because he went through the same thing. That’s when he realised she was much like him— that’s when he realised she was everything he wanted in his future wife.

“I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be”

She was eighteen when she left Akashi and her childhood life behind in Japan and moved back over to California. She stayed with her dad’s side of the family. She wanted to start anew. She wanted to forget everything that happened in Japan— including Akashi. She thought that if she ran fast and far enough from her problems, then she would forget about all of them and they would just vanish.

“When we were younger and free.”

But alas, no matter how much she tried to forget him and try to move on, her mind was stuck on her one true love. Two years past before she turned twenty. Two years she had tried her hardest to forget Akashi before realising she just couldn’t. She thought that since she’s older and twenty now, she could try and talk about the things she just couldn’t in the past. Maybe she could move back, maybe they could start again. Maybe he would answer his phone and admit he still loved her and wanted her back.

“I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet.”

The call never came. His voice never spoke. The closest thing she got to hearing his voice was his voicemail recording: “This is Akashi Seijuro. Leave me a message and I’ll call you back”.

Another two years past and she was twenty-two. For two years she kept trying. Call after call, she kept thinking that he might pick up this time. She knew she probably sounded desperate and pathetic, but she didn’t care. She was desperate to try and mend things that she ended. She knew it was her fault and she would gladly admit it if it meant she could talk to him again.

California was where her ‘dream’ began. She reached her dream job and goal when she became a singer, getting gigs from all over the world; however, there was no joyous feeling she had because she had forgotten what happiness was after she walked away from her lover.

Akashi had to admit, whoever was singing knew how to make bittersweet emotions stir up. He wanted to admit so badly that he could never love anyone else after giving his heart away to his childhood lover..but things weren’t that simple.

“I love you so much, Seiju..” His wife sighed lovingly, caressing the top of his hands from across the table.

“That makes me really happy to know that.” Akashi smiled forcefully, tilting his head to the side while putting on a poker face.

The woman sighed, her smile now turning into a frown. She couldn’t understand why Akashi never said the three special words back.

“Seijuro..we’ve been married for three years, almost four…and you’ve never told me that you love me even once…” Tears brimmed her eyes as she began to pretend to weep with a high-pitch sound, hoping she could get Akashi to feel bad.

Akashi said nothing but sighed and looked away, rolling his heterochromatic-coloured eyes. The woman pouted as she realised she would never get her way; meanwhile, Akashi couldn’t help but think about the one girl he really wanted as his wife, not this annoying trophy wife that was currently sitting in front of him.

“There’s such a difference between us and a million miles.”

Akashi couldn’t help but begin to wonder why she stopped calling nine days after her twenty-second birthday. She had tried so hard, for two years straight, to talk to him and then suddenly she just..vanished. No more calls rang, no more voicemails were left. It was as if she gave up completely. And he hasn’t heard her voice in two, almost three, years because of it. His heart broke every minute as he thought about it.

“Hello from the other side.”

____’s heart broke as she belted out the notes while playing the chords on the piano; she couldn’t help but wonder where Akashi and his wife were at at this moment she was in Japan. She’d been traveling for a year all around the world, singing at different places; however, she’s avoided the one country she swore she’d never come back..yet here she was, singing at it.

Maybe if she came and saw him personally, maybe if she came back. Maybe he would take her back, maybe they would mend everything back together. So many “maybe”’s ran through her many “maybe”’s that would never be.

“I must’ve called a thousand times”

A thousand times wasn’t enough and two years were too short. Akashi secretly wished she would keep calling, that she would keep trying to get ahold of him, because that proved she still wanted him and that she still had not moved on just like he.

He was angry at himself; angry that he let his pride get to him. He wished he could just pick up the phone and tell her how he wanted her back..but he didn’t, and because of that, she stopped trying. Now he would probably never see her again.

“To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done”

The trophy wife sighed while grabbing her coat.

“Come on, it’s time we get home.”

Akashi only nodded as he got out of the booth and walked ahead of her, not caring if she was behind him or not. He didn’t know why he hated her so much, but he did. He despised her, wish he never met her. She wasn’t ___. She wasn’t what he wanted..and she would never be. And for that, he hated her.

“But when I call you never seem to be home.”

If only he knew why ___ quit calling, he would hate his wife even more. He would never be able to forgive her for what she did.

___ couldn’t get the memory out of her head; the memory of the day she stopped calling. The reason why she stopped calling was not because she simply gave up.

The memory of when the phone finally picked up. The memory of ___ expecting to hear a male voice, Akashi’s voice, only to be surprised to hear a female, high-pitched voice. The horrid memory of the woman only saying “He’s moved on. He doesn’t love you anymore. He loves his wife. He loves me. Never. Call. Again.” before hanging up for good. The wretched memory of ___ crying for hours before accepting that Akashi was not hers and will never be ever again.

“Hello from the outside.”

The memory of when she stood outside, in the pouring rain, watching Akashi’s wife engulf him into a loving hug through the window. ___ didn’t want to accept the fact that he moved on. She wasn’t going to accept the fact until she saw it with her own eyes. The proof was right in front of the Akashi mansion’s window as she stood from the outside, looking in.

“At least I can say that I’ve tried”

Akashi and his trophy wife walked to the front of the restaurant, already paid for their meal and his wife was ready to get home. She knew Akashi was thinking about ___ and it was probably because of the stupid song. She wanted nothing but to get out of their so Akashi would pay attention to her again.

As his trophy wife was walking out the door, Akashi followed behind with his head down; however, for some reason he felt as if something was pulling him to look at the singer who was singing. There was this unknown force that whispered to him to turn and look at the stage where the singer was singing this song that touched his heart.

“To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart”

Akashi stopped midway, in between the door from going outside and inside the restaurant. His eyes widened to where you could actually see the whites of his eyes. He thought his heart stopped as he stared at the beauty on the stage. He knew that face from anywhere. He couldn’t believe it took him that long to realise it was her voice. It was ___’s voice that was singing. It was ___ who was on the stage, right in front of his eyes, singing about their lost love.

Everything drowned out after this point as Akashi started to change direction in his walk and started hurriedly walking towards the front of the stage, excusing and pushing people who were in the way. The comments from the bystanders and the sound of his wife yelling at him to come back was muted out as he focused on his one true love.

“But it don’t matter..”

As he got to the front, he put together everything. He realised this song was about him. He realised she didn’t stop calling because she gave up. He realised she stopped calling because someone made her give up. And he realised that no matter how much he could try and persuade her, ___ wouldn’t take him back since he has a wife “that he loves”. Realisation hit him hard as ___ and his heterochromatic-orbed eyes met, their gaze smoldering.

This was all his fault.

A shaky breath was inhaled from Akashi’s lungs before his breath got stuck in his throat as he watched the solo, clear tear run down ____’s cheek before dripping onto the white, grande piano. Teary eyed, ___ holds his stare down as she drew in a shaky breath, knowing both of their hearts were completely broken, and there was no chance of them healing back after she sang the last words.

“..It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore.”

Mr. Scratch Visits

The crash from downstairs causes both you and Aaron to bolt up in bed.
“You heard that right?” You whisper your eyes wide in the darkness of the room.
“I did.” He moves to the side of the bed where his secondary gun safe is. You’re thankful that Jack isn’t home, one less person to worry about. You hear the lock click open and the metal against metal as Aaron pulls the gun out. “Come on. Stay behind me.” You grasp the bottom edge of the back of his shirt and follow him out of your room. The two of you move quietly through your home, knowing exactly where to step to avoid the creaking floorboards.
“Oh Agent Hotchner! You brought me a toy.” A high pitched male voice says then he laughs, the sound causes your blood to run cold.
“Baby go! Run. Call Dave. Tell him it’s Scratch.” You go to do as he says when a long hand reaches out and grabs your arm.
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” He chides, “Sorry pet. I have a little present for you.”
“Don’t breathe!” Aaron cries as a puff of air hits your face. You hold your breath until your lungs are screaming for oxygen and this, Scratch person, grins down at you. You can’t hold it any longer you suck in a tiny bit of air and nothing happens. Scratch is watching your face intently. Waiting for a reaction to whatever he’s sprayed in your face. You take the opportunity to punch him so he lets go of your arm, you kick his hip causing him to stumble away but you’ve used up what little oxygen you have. You breathe in a sharp breath of air and there’s a gunshot from behind you. The world gets foggy, you turn to get Aaron but he’s lying on the floor. Blood oozing from a gunshot wound.
“No!” You scream, “No! Aaron!” A dark mass reaches for you, pulling you away from Aaron and out of the house. You scream loudly and try to fight off whomever has you but they just drag you outside.
“Stop! Aaron! Help! Someone help! Aaron!” You’re screaming. The unknown figure pins you to the ground.
“-shhhh.” You hear it murmur in your ear. There are flashing lights. “Baby.”
“Aaron?” Your heart is pounding, someone puts an oxygen mask over your face. “No! Stop!”
“Baby it’s okay. It’s going to help clear the poison faster. Shhhh.” Aaron’s voice is close to your ear. How did they get him so fast? Is he okay? What poison? The blurry shapes come into focus and you see Aaron sitting next to you on the ground. He has a long scratch on his face that an EMT is tending to, but no gunshot wound.
“Aaron.” You breathe from behind the mask. He glances down at you and smiles softly.
“There she is.”
“What the hell happened?” You ask sitting up with a groan. As you pluck the mask off your face he wraps an arm around you and rests his head against yours.
“It’s an aerosol psychological drug. It makes you see your worst fears. Monsters and demons.”
“You were- you were dying.” You choke out between sobs, “I couldn’t save you.”
“It’s okay. It wasn’t real. We’re both okay.”
“What about the gunshot?”
“That was me. I killed him.” His eyes cloud over for a second and you wrap yourself in his arms.
“Thank you.”
“Protecting me, I don’t ever worry that something will happen. I know you’ll have my back.”
“Always. I’ll always go down fighting for you.”
“I know. I’d do the same for you.” You kiss him softly, “I love you Aaron.”
“I know. I love you too.” He kisses you again and you know, the nightmare is over.

Jay Park - Lean On Me

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

It had been two days since you returned back to your hometown for your brother’s wedding, but you still couldn’t get used to the time difference. You’d be wide awake at night and half asleep during the day. 

Actually, Jay was supposed to be accompanying you on your trip, but he had to cancel last minute because something with his company came up. He had apologized nonstop, consumed with guilt. However, you weren’t even angry with him in the first place. Of course you’d wish nothing more than to have him here, next to you, sharing this beautiful memories with him, but work came first. He had responsibilities as the CEO and you completely understood that. Never did you ever accuse him of neglecting you. You both were in a happy relationship despite your busy schedule.

It was in the middle of the night when your phone suddenly began to chime. You were lying in bed, scrolling through Instagram because you couldn’t sleep when Jay’s name flashed on your display. Your eyes widened in astonishment when you saw his picture and name on your screen. Jay was really not a fan of phone calls. In fact he would avoid them if they weren’t obligatory. Even when he was abroad, he still preferred to text. So when you realized the caller was Jay, you heart skipped a beat and your mind went blank. 

What if something had happened to him? Was he okay? Was he safe?  Did something bad happen? What could possibly cause him to make a phone call that he hated so much?

 Before you completely freaked out, you hurriedly accepted his call and pressed your phone against your ear. 

“Hey baby,” he greeted you in a gentle and low voice. That voice that made you melt every single time. However, this time, it sounded a bit hoarse, as if there was something blocking his throat.

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Code Red || Peter Parker x Reader

“So when you said code red,” Peter turned towards you. “You meant that you had ‘accidentally’ somehow messed up your mom’s laptop and not that, I don’t know, say Green Goblin was after your blood?”

“Oh no no,” you chewed your nails. “This is much much worse.”

“How could it be more worse? Do you not know Green Goblin!?”

“It is worse because,” you plopped down next to him on the sofa. “All of my mom’s important files are on this laptop and she will kill me, like actually kill me, if that thing doesn’t start working again.”

“Oh how we all long for that day,” he smirked.

You jabbed him in the ribs. “That is not how friendship works. So come on. HELP ME!”
“Okay okay jeez!”

Peter flipped over the laptop and started to tinker with it. You nervously watched but trusted Peter wholeheartedly because he had gotten you out of situations like these countless times.

You leaned a little closer to him. “Careful. Carefuul.” You leaned more close.

“Carefuuuul. Carefuuuuuuuuuul! WOULD BE A LITTLE CAREFUL!”

“OH MY GOD WOULD YOU LET ME WORK!” Peter said in frustration as he pushed your face away.

You scoffed. “How rude.”

Your head snapped towards the door as you heard the jingling of the keys as it unlocked the door. The Mother was home. Your eyes rounded at Peter as he gave you the ‘oh shit’ look.

“Hey kids!” your mom said as she walked in the living room.

“Hey mooooom!” you sprang up tackling her and hugging her for quite a long moment as to give Peter enough time to quickly finish work with the laptop and turn it back on.

“Ohkay,” your mom looked at you weirdly. “Hey what are you guys doing with my laptop?”

“Oh I was uh-“ you scratched your head.

Peter jumped up, “showing me…”

“Showing him!”

“That uh…”


“Presentation!” Peter backed up in a high pitched voice.

“That I uh made for….biology class.”

“The biology class!” Peter repeated.

“Uh huh,” your mom looked at the two of you suspiciously. “Well have fun? I’m gonna be in my room.”

You smiled as she made her way to her room and collapsed on the couch as she shut the door behind her. “Okay whew that was close.”

“How about we keep the code red only in the case when Green Goblin is actually after your blood?” Peter suggested.

“Deal,” you sighed.

~Charlie who missed writing for Peter-Man @marvelfanfichq
Warmth - D.O. (Christmas Series - Day 2)

ramisonetruelove said: Can I have a long fluff where I’m sick and DO takes care of me. My name is Isa! Can you also include gifs please and thank you! LOVE YOUR BLOG!

A/N: Okay i’m sorry that I won’t be able to put gifs on it, but still I hope you like it and thanks for the love <3

You heard a knock on the door and when you answered with a murmur due to the condition of your voice a “come in”, you would never have expected the person that got in , it was him , your boyfriend wearing a big smile “I’ve heard someone is feeling sick”. You let out a gasp and almost screamed “Kyung-” , your voice cracked and you coughed.

He let out a chuckle and shyly got closer to you “ I brought that soup you like, come on, let’s get you better before Christmas, by the way I loved your pajamas” , he laughed as you hid your face between your legs “ I can’t believe you are seeing me in this condition” , he smiled and sat next to you on bed , “don’t be silly Y/N, your red nose is matching with the Christmas feel” , you laughed at his remark and hugged him tight, you mumbled with your head on his shoulder “what are you doing here?” ,  he caressed your hair and answered “ well, I’m here to take care of my girlfriend” , “but I thought you had schedules” , he looked at you while he gently caressed your cheek with one hand and said “sometimes some schedules are worth it to be skipped”, he leaned to kiss you but you backed away “ no no , I don’t want you to get sick”.

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