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Harass my daughter on Minecraft? You can't hide from me.

So, my daughter, who was about 8 at the time, was REALLY into Minecraft (as most kids are these days). Also desperately wanting to join the Youtube/Let’s Play culture, I had installed some screen recording software that would let her make videos of the games she was playing so she could later upload them to Youtube.

Anyways, one day I’m minding my own business when I hear her quietly sniffling over on the computer. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t want to tell me so I let it go, but decided to keep on eye on her. A few minutes later I discovered what was happening; someone was harassing not only her, but also all the other kids playing on whatever server she was on. This kid (we’ll call him Little Sh*thead, or LS) was saying sh*t about how he was going to rape my 8 year old daughter (she told him how old she was hoping he would stop), how he was going to hack into her IP and steal all her info, swearing profusely (remember, this is a game for kids), etc etc. By this time I had gotten my fiance involved, and she was also obviously quite upset at what a little sh*t this kid was being. We realized that our daughter had been recording the entire incident, and a plan began to form.

I started by googling LS’s username. There were several hits immediately, the most interesting of which involved a page where he was publicly applying to be a mod for a server on Minecraft. I was able to learn a lot about this little POS: he claimed to be 15, likes hockey, used to live in Toronto but now lives in Florida. But the bombshell was easily his skype contact info; it was literally firstname.lastname. I know your name now, you little sh*t.

So I head over to Facebook and search for the name. Nothing. Hmmmm. On a hunch I searched for just the last name, while narrowing my results to only the state of Florida. Several dozen hits. Hmmm. So I have to start combing through each one, until I find what I was looking for: a middle aged man with the same last name, whose profile indicates he was born in Toronto and now lives in Florida. I FOUND YOUR DAD, YOU LITTLE SH*T.

So I sent him a message on Facebook, asking if he had a son named firstname who goes by his username on Minecraft. Dad confirmed I had the right guy. So my wife begins telling the dad everything that LS was saying to my daughter, and we sent him the recorded video as proof. Radio silence for a few days.

Then we got the message back: LS had his computer taken away from him for the entire summer, and had also been lying about his age (he was only 11, I think). His parents were f*cking livid with him, and he surely hated the next few months of his life.

No one f*cks with my daughter.

late night kiss pt. 5

A/N: Well. This took forever, and I deeply apologize. But, man, those trailers got me so pumped and cured me of my writer’s block. So here it is! Finally! Part 5!

Summary: You debate with yourself over whether or not Spider-Man is really Peter Parker.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

part one. part two. part three. part four.

It had to be Peter.

You had sat in shocked silence, blinking at the Brooklyn Bridge above you. Though you couldn’t see anything that was going on since it was too far away, you could still hear the sounds of an ongoing fight, people’s screams echoing in the air. After a few minutes of simply watching, your mind a complete blank, you decided to start making your way home since it was going to take you a while.

On the way, you’d thought about your revelation and validated your own suspicions with small details that you hadn’t noticed in your haze to uncover Spider-Man’s secret identity.

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Kylo Ren Imagine

Originally posted by reylooo

“Imagine Kylo tries to make you smile after a bad day.”
> Requested by Anon.♡<

Kylo knew that something was up with you when you entered his quarters. You normally had a pretty smile on your lips when you saw each other but today you looked just stressed and kinda sad.
„Y/N, is something wrong? Has something happened ? You don‘t look happy.“
You shrugged. „I just had a bad day.“
Kylo looked a bit concerned. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a kiss on your forehead but you still looked unhappy.
„Anything I can do to make your day better ?“
„Not really.“
Kylo thought about some possibilities to make you happy.
„Wait here Y/N, I‘ll be right back.“
You wondered why Kylo stormed off so fast but you decided to wait.

He returned after a few minutes with the cat of Hux, Millicent.
„Oh god Kylo, is this-“
„It is ! I stole Hux‘s cat so you can cuddle with her.“
He walked over to you and placed Millicent on your lap before he sat down next to you. You looked shocked at Kylo but he just grinned.
„Can you imagine Hux‘s face when Millicent is missing ? I bet he destroys some planets in his anger or fights some Troops. I also bet that he loses against the Stormtrooper.“
Kylo‘s words and the imagination of Hux made you giggle. You petted Millicent‘s head and her purr was kinda relaxing.
„So, now after stealing the cat for you, can I get at least a little smile ?“
You looked at Kylo to give him the smile he asked for. Millicent and the effort he did for you really brightened your day.
„That‘s how I like you best, Y/N, I want you to be happy.“
He put his arm around you and played with your hair, then he gave you a kiss on your cheek.

We met when Peter was out on Spidey duty one night. The story of how we got together is something I never saw coming. I’ll let him tell it as he was the one to make the move.”

“So, 6 years ago on New Year’s, I finally came to terms that I had romantic feelings for Wade. I knew I wanted to date him, but I didn’t know when would be the proper time. I decided I was going to ask him whenever I wanted and I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. I didn’t ask him out until a few minutes before it struck midnight on Valentine’s Day. We were playing Mario kart and he had won the game a few moments before I turned and asked, ‘Hey, do you want to be my boyfriend?’”

“I almost choked on the bite of pizza I had in my mouth. As I said, I wasn’t expecting a relationship to happen at all. I thought he was out of my league. I obviously said yes, though. And he greeted me the next morning with ‘good morning, valentine.’”

“Yep. It’s kinda cliche, but it felt right. We were also in our DP and SM suits.”  

I had my first “real” post injury run today. TBH, my confidence was pretty low and I was struggling to make myself do it so I decided to take a few steps back so I could move forward again. 

I went back to week 4 of 10k training, which features 4 run intervals of 3-5 minutes. I felt pretty confident that even though it’s been a month since I ran, that I could do this, and I was right! :) 

I think I am going to move forward to week 5 next time I run and see how that goes. In any case, it feels good to be moving forward again. 

My first 10k of the season is exactly 30 days from today. I am going to do my best to be ready for it!

Playing Dirty (M) | Yoongi

A/N : @minyoongisblackhair I’m sorry, I love you

Genre : Smut, Dom!Yoongi, Dirty Talk, Oral, Language.

Word Count : 3,064 

Description : Yoongi riles you up by making you jealous at a party, so you decide to play dirty when the two of you get home; but do you really think he’s going to let you have the last laugh. 

Originally posted by nicolexleeee

You watched with narrowed eyes from across the packed room as the girl playfully leaned into Yoongi’s touch. You had seen her prance up to him a few minutes before, and it didn’t take her very long to get comfortable. You watched them for a while, nails digging into your palm furiously as she reached forward to push his hair away from his face. You probably would’ve combusted from anger if someone’s hand hadn’t come down on your shoulder breaking your concentration from the two of them.

“You’re seething,”

You recognize the voice as Jimin before you even turn to see him.

“Yeah, well wouldn’t you be too?” You say with the annoyance clear in your voice.

“Yeah I would, but staring daggers at them isn’t going to do anything.”

“Well what would you suggest?”

 A strange smile overtakes his lips, and you’re about to ask him what was so funny, but then you suddenly feel him step closer to where he’s posting over you, as your body backs against the wall. There’s maybe only an inch or two separating your bodies.

“Jimin what’re—” You try to ask him what he thought he was doing with wide eyes, but he cuts you off.

“I’m just giving Yoongi a taste of his own medicine.” He whispers with a smirk.

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Let’s make a baby part 2 | D.H.

A/N : i got this lovely message by an anon. So I decided to make a part two of Let’s make a baby. I hope you like it. (I hope it meets your expectations anon !) You can find part 1 here

I looked down onto the pregnancy test that I held in my shaking hands. I had previously waited for a few minutes. I don’t know how many pregnancy tests I’ve taken this month, all negative. Every time I tell myself that this time could be it. The excitement always washes over me as I wait for a little plus to appear but it never did. There was a minus instead and I threw my hand back in frustration as I saw the shit ass symbol appear for the 20th time. I don’t even know why I even take those tests anymore. Why do Dan and I even try ? “It’s never gonna work out” I whispered and started to sob silently. After all those times of trying to get pregnant, you start to wonder if there’s something not working inside of your body, or Dan’s, but most probably yours. Believe me those thoughts are terrible, but I can’t think of anything else. I see babies everywhere, Dan can’t stop talking about how cute they are, we just both want a child so desperately. But what if I can’t have one ?

I cried for at least 20 minutes before I finally managed to open the bathroom door. When I walked into the lounge Dan just eyed me and immediately knew that we had failed once again. I knew he was disappointed but he tried not to show it.

*1 week later*  

It’s been a week since I took my last pregnancy test now. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I was so tired of always hoping for something that will never happen. We still tried though. Dan loved sleeping with each other without a condom. But to be honest I couldn’t enjoy it anymore. It felt like we were only having sex to get me pregnant but not because we love each other. When I remembered the night we decided to try for a baby, I realized that it felt different, better. This was not Dan’s fault, it was mine. A few months ago we were so excited, hopeful, passionate and in love. Now everything felt different and when I wake up during the night because I somehow lost the ability to sleep, I think about that. ‘He is the moon’ I thought and eyed Dan’s peacefully sleeping figure. 'I’m the sun. Maybe this is a sign that we are not destined for each other. I guess the moon and the sun can never shine at the same time.’

I was a mess. I distanced myself. I couldn’t sleep. I worried all the time. And Dan noticed. Of course he was mad at me, I was so unhappy that it made him unhappy, too. We barely spoke to each other, literally the only contact we had was when we had sex. Yes, we still tried, but only because nobody of us wanted to be the first one to admit that it’s not working. We were both only shadows of our past selves.

Dan was out tonight, I didn’t even ask him where he was going to before he left. I was sitting on the sofa in the lounge with my laptop on when he returned. He entered the room and placed his keys and phone on the table in front me. I just looked up from my computer screen but I didn’t have enough energy to greet him. I noticed that he looked beautiful today though. Even when his face got angry he still looked beautiful. He evilly glared at me before he started to shout. “Can you stop being like that ?!” his eyes were dark and his cheeks flushed. At first I didn’t know how to react. “I can’t, Dan” I screamed and tears started to fall from my eyes. I stood up from the couch to leave and hide in our room but he wasn’t done yet. He gripped my hand to stop me from walking out. “Do you think you are the only who is frustrated because we can’t have a baby!?” his voice nearly broke. He was the first one to say it.  “I’m frustrated, too” he continued. “Dan, don’t.” I whispered and tried to get away but his grip was too tight. “All you do is distance yourself and I’m so tired of always talking against a wall. You used to love me remember, Y/N ? !” he yelled. “I still do” I cried shocked by the fact that he actually believed that I didn’t love him anymore. “We said we would do this together and be there for each other. But it seems like you have changed your mind” he glared at me. “That’s not true at all” was all I could shout before he pressed me back against the wall and his body against mine. “Then show me” he breathed before our lips smashed against each other. I tangled my fingers up in his hair as our tongues fought for dominance. Lust washed over both of us and it felt like we were finally as passionate as before again. We made out roughly his hands were on my sides and kept wandering down towards my bum. “Jump” he whispered sexily into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started to carry me towards the bedroom. This time there were feelings involved again. We loved each other all night. A few days later I realized that sometimes the moon and the sun can create something beautiful together. And maybe our child will be a star are a cloud. Who knows ? I just know that me and Dan have never been as happy as we were when I walked out of the bathroom carrying a pregnancy test that finally showed a plus.

romanticanocturnis  asked:

Last night I had a dream that it was my wedding day, but my parents and sister decided at the last minute not to come. I was so upset that I was crying my eyes out, and then you were there and you called me a petulant child having a tantrum, lol! I'm not sure why my subconscious decided to make dream-Kaya so mean, I'm pretty sure you'd have been much more supportive in real life. It made me laugh when I woke up, so I thought I'd share :)

Ohhh nooo thats so sad!;__; I’ve had dreams like that haha. A few months ago I had a dream that loads of YouTubers were trying to kill me and Zoella was like, leading the pack and they were all chasing me, then Jon Cozart (who is like the loveliest guy ever) shot me and I was like WHY BRAIN WHYYY lmao

I did a thing!

So I’m taking a computer graphics class, and today as an exercise the teacher had us create little wallpaper-type patterns in Illustrator. And me being the complete nerd that I am, decided to make ones that were @markiplier and @therealjacksepticeye related. These were so much fun to make! We were actually only supposed to take a few minutes on these since they were warm-ups, but I went all out and had no time to work on my actual project :P But I regret nothing! I know they’re not that special, but feel free to use these if you’d like! Credit would be appreciated, and please let me know if you use them! I’d love to see!

Bonus: I also made one with flies and poop. Because who doesn’t like poop? Poop is hilarious.

The Recreant - Part Ten & Epilogue

I had a few minutes to spare before work today so I decided to post both the final chapter and the epilogue I added together so this will run a little longer than prior chapters. I hope everyone who has been following the story has enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it!  Putting fictional characters through the wringer is certainly great therapy to deal with stress!

Complete work on AO3 and FF.net

Prior chapters on Tumblr:  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine


Making sure that she followed Dr. Whale’s instructions, Emma was required to wake Killian after about three hours - a process she was to repeat any time he fell asleep for the first 48 hours he was at home. If for any reason she couldn’t get him to wake up, she was to call for an ambulance immediately – or in her case, magically teleport him straight to the emergency room. Thankfully, that hadn’t been necessary as he’d awakened fairly easily and had no difficulty answering the two coherency questions that she was ordered to ask him to ensure that his memory and logic weren’t impaired. It seemed a bit ridiculous to ask him such mundane questions as what the name of his ship was or where they’d first met, but Whale had insisted it was important and should be things he wouldn’t need to hesitate to respond to. And of course he didn’t.

She was also glad that she’d stopped at Granny’s on the way home from Gold’s shop to pick up some lunch. Since she’d spent the better part of the past two days at the hospital, she hadn’t done the grocery shopping that she had planned to do when she got back from Boston and honestly, just wasn’t feeling up to cooking. With cravings kicking into overdrive, she’d ordered a cheeseburger for herself with both onion rings and french fries. Baby was definitely in the mood for greasy comfort foods, but she wasn’t sure something that heavy would be good for Killian since his appetite wasn’t completely back. She’d hoped to get him some soup to replace the batch she hadn’t shared with him, but today’s soup of the day was actually chili which didn’t seem like the best choice. The typically gruff old woman must have had a little bit of a soft spot for the pirate or just felt sorry for his somewhat haggard looking wife because she offered to throw together a quick batch of chicken noodle – an invalid’s best friend, she’d called it – just for him.

She brought the food in on a tray and was pleased that he’d sat up and ate about of third of it along with one french fry that he’d swiped from her Styrofoam to-go container while they sat atop their bed, but it was clear that he was still groggy from the medication and probably just flat out tired from the lingering head injury so she cleared the remnants of their lunch from the bed and just let him rest. It wasn’t something that she was really surprised by since she’d been warned by both Dr. Whale and the nurse that he’d likely sleep 12-18 hours each day for a while – one of the reasons she needed to wake him regularly to make sure he wasn’t at risk of drifting back into an unresponsive state. With everything she’d learned about head injuries and concussions over the past few days, she’d started to harbor a tiny bit of guilt for every skip or villain that she’d taken down with a blow to the head. Not a whole lot of guilt, but enough to leave a lingering thought in the back of her mind.

She stayed at his side for a few minutes, debating whether she wanted to snuggle up next to him and take a nap herself, but she feared she might disturb him and despite her severe sleep deprivation over the past few days, she really wasn’t tired. Instead, she picked up the tray and returned downstairs, placing it on the kitchen counter before curling up on the sofa with her laptop, intending to finish up some paperwork she’d started days ago. She eventually changed her mind and decided to watch a silly romantic comedy movie that would have bored Killian concluding that work could just wait until later. A little more than halfway through the movie though, she heard the creak of footsteps on the staircase and knowing that Henry had gone to the library to do some research for a report due on Friday, the only person who could be coming down those stairs was her husband, already disobeying the doctor’s instructions.

“What are you doing?” she demanded without taking her eyes off of her computer screen.

“Do you fully intend to treat me as a prisoner in my own home? I’m certainly capable of descending these stairs myself…”

“You’re supposed to be taking it easy,” she reminded him. “And what if you get dizzy and trip?”

“So that means I can’t do anything for myself?” he asked as he reached the bottom step, pausing for a moment to make sure he had his balance before crossing the living room to join her on the sofa. “See – I’m not completely helpless.”

“You’re impossible.”

“I seem to recall saying something along those lines to an incredibly stubborn and lovely woman a long time ago…,” he grinned as she closed the cover on the laptop.

“I suppose we both fit that category, don’t we?” she chuckled as she set the computer aside so she could wrap an arm around his shoulder. “You actually fared pretty well getting down those stairs. No more dizziness?”

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It was working hours, and the red reaper, who was supposed to be hard at sorting and writing up paper work, found herself occupied with other ‘tasks.’

She had been so bored, even when writing in red, which William had found a way to make it so she was allowed to. Paperwork was boring and all the rest of work was tiring.

She had heard William leave his office, likely for a break to eat, drink, or piss, she thought, and so, decided to let herself into his clean and neat place.

For some time, she sat in his chair, fiddling with his things and making a mess of his nicely sorted items and unorganising everything. A few minutes into her messing around, though, she had found an old photograph of herself and the handsome reaper. She smiled at it as she lifted it up to more closely examine the old black and white. She remembered taking that photo. Her hair was still short and her clothes were masculine. She had her arm around William, leaning upon him, and though his mouth did not show it, his eyes made him to appear the happiest man in the world.

After a few long minutes of staring at the photo and reexamining old memories, Grell found herself with her trousers off. One of her feet, still in bright red heeled shoes, was up on his desk, the other leg spread out upon his chair. And hand held the photo so she could continue to look at it, and the other was between her legs, fingers plunged deep inside of herself.

“I didn’t fit in too well in training. I came back from drinking one night and I was three minutes after curfew. My senior drill sergeant told me that he was going to punish me because a few medics had noticed I was late. So I asked him: ‘Do you decide what kind of leader you are based on who’s watching?’ He didn’t like that. He screamed at me and made me do a bunch of pushups, and me being a drunk-ass, I was calling him a ‘pussy’ and ‘motherfucker’ the entire time. So he reported me to the company commander, who reported me to the battalion commander, and I end up at this formal hearing where they make me listen to all this awful shit about myself. And then they asked me if I had anything to say. I’m pretty sure that I was supposed to keep quiet, but I had typed out this whole speech about how my senior drill sergeant didn’t embody Army values. So I read my speech, and when I finished, everyone was pretty mad. A command sergeant major started screaming in my face. He looked like Clint Eastwood if Clint Eastwood was only five feet tall. After he was done yelling, he ripped my insignia off my uniform, escorted me from the room, and with a mix of disgust and pride, said: ‘You’ve some got balls.’”

Welcome to the Show (Part 1)

Pairing- Jensen x Reader

Summary- You are a new actress on Supernatural. It’s your first day on set, and you have fun.

Word Count- 837

Warnings- None, I don’t think.

A/N- This part is pretty short, but I think you guys will like it. Hopefully the rest of the parts will be longer.

As excited as you were for your new job, getting up at 5am was horrible. You got out your bed with a groan and threw on some leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. You would be meeting the other actors on Supernatural today, but you weren’t a morning person and decided that you’d rather sleep than put on a full face of makeup. Also, the makeup you would have put on would be taken off for the makeup artists to make you look like your character.

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Date Night

Request: Can you please do a continuation with Mikey Ways ‘Chemistry’? Where they actually go on the sate and their both a little nervous and the reader at the end of the date gives Mikey a quick peck on the lips before she runs off to her house?

Part 1

I stood in front of my closet, waiting for an outfit to pop out at me. But nothing. Today was my date with Mikey but I had no idea what to wear. I didn’t know why I was so anxious, it was just Mikey. I knew he wouldn’t judge me if I didn’t look perfect. Still, I wanted to make a good impression, This would be the first time he would see me besides in school with that stupid uniform one.

I decided on a simple outfit, skinny jeans, a top and a jacket. I had no clue where we were going or what we were doing, so I figured dressing simple would be best and I prayed we weren’t going somewhere fancy.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was Mikey, I got up and gave myself one last glance in the mirror before opening the door. Mikey stood there in a thankfully equally simple outfit with a shy smile, offering me a small wave. 

“You look beautiful Y/N,” he blurted, his cheeks turning a rosy pink at the outburst.

“Thank you, you look pretty great too,” I complimented, making him chuckle lightly and murmur a small thanks. 

we walked back to his, him opening the door for me before getting in himself. I grinned wildly at that, I was always a sucker for romantic gestures. 

“So where are we going?”

“I thought we could go out to eat? No where too fancy, but just go and get some dinner?”

“Sure, sounds great.” He smiled and nodded, looking relieved that I didn’t dismiss the idea. We rode along in silence, small talking about little things like his family and job at the record store. I learned that even though Mikey was a straight A student, he had zero interest in going to college and dreamed of being a bassist. 

“I’m pretty okay at it. Plus, I like having an important part in a band but also being more out of the spotlight. And we’re here!” 

I looked out that window at the restaurant, relieved to see that he was right and it was nothing too fancy.

“Is this okay?” 

“Yeah, it’s perfect,” I reassured, watching that beautiful smile over take his face again.

I learned a lot about Mikey at dinner. He was a virgo, comic book nerd, die hard gamer, and shamelessly loved punk music. He was a lot less shy after he loosened up, still soft spoken and as a sweet as ever, but much more confident and open.

He walked me up to my door in a comfortable silence, the atmosphere between us changed greatly. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” he said when we reached my door.

“Me too, thank you for the date Mikey. It was great.”

“Pleasures all mine. D-Do you maybe wanna go out again next weekend?” He asked nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Of course. I would love to,” I said excitedly, giving him a hug as he stood very still. He slowly relaxed and returned the hug, keeping his arms high on my back, being the gentlemen that he is.

“Goodnight,” he said once we pulled apart. Both of us lingered for a minute, knowing what we wanted but neither of us had the guts to pull apart. I finally gave in, leaning forward and quickly brushing our lips together. I heard him draw in a sharp breath at the quick touch, his hand flying up to his mouth while his face flushed a deep red.

“Goodnight Mikey,” I smiled before retreating back into my house, leaving him standing there in total shock.

Fading Fury: You Shouldn’t have

Dasora had returned to Dalaran. She didn’t know what to do. She went searching for some sort of sign that her father was still alive or at least something more of him to bring back. She expected to find an armor scrap or at least a body, but what she found was a lot different. What she found was her father, but it was also not him. The Demon that he harbored within him had taken control over him. Using his body in service to the Legion. She decided that her father needed to be laid at rest, so she fought him, but as she went to make the killing blow, her father had shown through. She couldn’t go through with it, she had her father back. Even if it were for a few minutes.

When he had began losing control, he had told her to run, and she had done so, very reluctantly. Now here she was, back in Dalaran, where her mother and her brothers were. Her mother was angry that Dasora had disobeyed her, and her brothers weren’t too pleased either. Thom lectured her on her recklessness of going alone, Logan reprimanded her for allowing her weakness be known to the Demon. But she didn’t hear their words. Instead, she only heard her father’s.

“Run my little fire, and don’t look back…”


Fitting Room Fiasco

~Hey there! I’m alive! I’ve finally written up a small fluffy fic. I got this idea from a similar situation I was in recently. I was getting really angry that someone was taking so long in the only fitting room in hot topic and once they finally came out they were really cute. Like adorable. So I hope this makes up a bit for my absence and enjoy!~

Jack fumed while he scanned over a few tee-shirts. He had been waiting for fifteen minutes for some asshole in the changing room to get his ass out of it. Jack had just made a quick stop in Hot Topic to browse through everything like he usually would and today he found a shirt he wanted but he decided to try it on to make sure. But he had scanned the whole store several times waiting for this guy and he was fed up. Jack walked over to the door. I mean, you could only take three items inside anyways and Jack had watched the door like a hawk and the person inside had not left once.

Jack knocked on the door harshly.

“Yes?” A deep, smooth voice questioned. So this asshole was a guy.

“I don’t mean to intrude on your fitting time but I’d like to try on this shirt sometime today.” Jack said, his voice laced with anger.

“Actually, I could really use your help!” The man said with excitement, disregarding his snarky comment. The door swung open finally and when Jack looked up from the ground his breath caught in his throat. There stood maybe the most attractive man he had ever seen and to make it even worse he had been trying on swimming trunks and was shirtless, exposing his toned torso.

“Do you think these trunks are the right size?” The man asked. Jack’s face heated as he realised he had just been staring at this guys chest and looked down to his trunks. He didn’t pay much attention to them because that exact moment he turned to the side and Jack got a perfect few of this guys bum.

“U-uh yeah…I think those look perfect.” Jack stuttered out nervously. The guy looked back at me with a wide smirk that slid across his face. The guy in the particularly tight swimming trunks turned his back to Jack and swayed his hips back and forth while staring Jack in the eye with a devious look.

“Like what you see?” He asked in a sensual tone. Jack’s face and ear burned as he scoffed.

“You wish.” Jack said quietly. The guy in trunks turned around and pouted.

“You mean I don’t look good in these?” He asked in a childish tone.

“No no, you look really good in them.” Jack said before thinking and immediately regretted it. The guy gave a hearty laugh and Jack was sure people were beginning to stare.

“Okay I’ll stop messing with you. I just need to try on these jeans real quick and then I’ll be on my way.” He said warmly before closing the door again. Jack stepped back from the door and spaced out. He didn’t know someone could affect him like this. Jack took a quick look at the jewelry racks next to the fitting room. Jack tuned into a few struggled grunts that were being emitted from the room.

“Hey uh, pal? You uh…still around?” He heard the same voice come from the room, just more nervous.

“Yeah, need something again?” Jack said more or less jokingly. Jack smiled at how he called him his pal even though they had just met not two minutes ago.

“Yeah. You know how I was trying on a pair of Jeans? Well they’re skinny jeans and I think I got a pair ten times too small.” He said, nervously laughing.

“So what you’re saying is that you are stuck.” Jack said trying his very best not to burst out laughing.

“Yes and I need you to come in here and help me.” The guy said, frustrated. Jack looked behind him to make sure no one was looking and quickly slipped past the door the guy popped open for him. He had a shirt on now, thank God.

“I really need you to get these off of me, everything from my waist down is slowly losing circulation I don’t think I can feel my feet.” He said in a rush. Jack couldn’t help but let out a few giggles.

“God, I don’t even know your name and you already begging me to take your pants off.” Jack smirked, proud of himself for making that joke. Clever Jack, clever. This time it was the other man who was quickly turning red.

“The name’s Mark now please help me.” Mark wheezed out. Jack walked over to the poor man and helped him stand up. Jack took a look at the situation and quickly regretted it. These pants were so tight that Mark’s crotch must have been going through torture but Jack could easily his…manhood.

“Look I know they’re really  tight but I would really like to be out of them quickly.” Mark said quickly.

“Right.” Jack looked again and blushed as he thought of the only way to get him out of these jeans.

“So, the only way I know how to help is if I crouch down and get really close to your butt or really close to you.. Junk.” Jack said nervously.

“I really do not care at the moment.” Mark stated very clearly. Jack nodded and decided the safest side was the front so Mark wouldn’t accidentally shove his ass in Jack’s face…not that Jack would’ve minded *cough cough*. Jack gripped the waistband of the pants and waited for Mark to grab the back half. Jack slowly counted down from three and then both of them yanked the pants down with all of their might. Thankfully the pants were eventually yanked down and landed in a pool at Mark’s ankles. They both let out a breath of relief. Jack laughed and looked up and was faced with Mark’s clothed crotch. Jack blushed and fell backwards and stood up quickly while Mark laughed loudly.

“Thanks man.” Mark said and extended his hand out to Jack. Jack smiled and shook it, giggling a bit too. They stood there for a moment.

“Well, I guess I’ll be on my way and let you try on that shirt.” Mark said, turning around. Jack gripped Mark’s forearm, making Mark freeze just as he was about to reach for the door knob.

“Wait. Uh, just in case… you know, you ever get stuck in another item of clothing… why don’t I give you my number?” Jack said hesitantly. Mark smiled and handed Jack his phone. Once Jack had put his number in successfully, he waved Mark goodbye and tried on his shirt quickly. It fit and he quickly paid for the shirt and ran out of the store and back out into the rest of the mall. He looked back and forth and caught a glimpse of bright red hair and ran after the man. Once Jack got close enough, he nonchalantly walked up beside Mark.

“Pfft, you stalker.” Mark said laughing a bit.

“Hey, I just couldn’t get enough of you.” Jack playfully poked Mark in the side. They talked and walked all the way out and into the parking lot. Once they got to Jack’s car they stopped.

“Hey, why not let me take you out to eat sometime. To thank you for rescuing me from my denim death trap?” Mark asked with a smile. Jack giggled and nodded.

“Yeah I’d like that. A lot.”

Nate Maloley - Little one

Request:  Can you do an imagine for a black girl where Nate gets her pregnant and he’s really excited and he tells everyone and he goes and buys all this baby stuff


Me and Nate had been together for four years, a year ago he even asked me to marry him and of course I said yes. Also we weren’t planning on getting married yet, but a few months ago we started to work on our baby project. We talked about it a lot and decided to try, but we didn’t succeeded yet. Until now.

My period was late and I bought a test yesterday which turned out to be positive, but I wanted to make sure that I’m 100% pregnant, so today I went to my doctor who told me that the test was right and I was two weeks pregnant. I rushed home and texted Nate on my way to come home from the studio because I had big news for him.

He got home a few minutes after me, he looked like he just run the marathon and when he saw me he rushed to me immediately.

“What’s wrong baby, is everything alright?” he asked worrying and checking if I was okay. I smiled and nodded happily.

“Yes, everything is more than alright” I smiled at him widely.

“Then why did I have to rush home?” he asked finally able to breath.

“Nate, I’m pregnant.”

I waited for him to respond, but his face went completely blank. I started to feel worried that maybe he changed his mind about the baby. But then suddenly he picked me up from the ground and spun me around with a wide smile on his face.

“I’m going to be a dad?” he asked still not believing it.

“Yes!” I laughed as he put me down finally. “I bought a test yesterday and it was positive, but I wanted to be sure, so I went to my doctor today and he confirmed it” I spluttered happily.

“Oh my God, it’s the best day of my life! Can I tell the guys?” he asked with bright eyes.

“Yes, of course” I grinned at him. He turned away to get his phone, but then he turned back to me and pulled me close to him and kissed me slowly and gently. In that kiss I could feel everything, his happiness, his eagerness and all his love.

He immediately told everyone the news, that we were going to be parents and everyone was so happy for us. Nate was super hyped about the whole baby situation. He kissed my stomach every time he had a chance. Every night before we went to sleep he talked to the baby and because we didn’t know the gender yet he called the baby ‘little one’. He dragged about how he loved us and what the baby would look like.

“If it’s a boy, he will be handsome like you” I smirked at him while he was caressing my now growing stomach.

“And if it’s a girl, she will be beautiful just like her mother” he said rather to my stomach than me. I loved when he was talking to the baby. “Either way, our baby will have your beautiful skin that I love so much” he said kissing my belly.

When we started dating a lot of fangirls hated on me because of my race but Nate stood by my side every time I got bullied because of the colour of my skin. He loved me for who I was and when his fans saw how happy he was with me they started to accept us as a couple.

A few days later we found out that it’s going to be a girl and Nate dragged me to a store immediately to shop for her.

“Baby, we still have time to get everything, we don’t have to do this right now” I said as we walked into the shop where they had every kind of baby things. My stomach was now definitely visible and Nate made sure that every one knew about my pregnancy in the world. He posted a lot of photos of me every day.

“But I’m so excited, I want to buy a bunch of things now!”

No one could have stopped  Nate, and we ended up buying like half of the shop. We bought the cutest crib and other furniture, cute little clothes and everything was pink or white.

Her room was ready by the time we hit the eighth month.

“Tell me what you are doing baby” Nate told me as he was filming me while I was packing all the clothes we bought lately.

“I’m putting our little one’s new clothes to the drawers” I answered smiling. My belly was huge, I had difficulties sometimes with getting up from the bed or things like that, but Nate was mostly always right by my side helping me with everything.

“And how are my princesses?” he asked stepping closer still recording.

“We are a little bit hungry” I pouted my lips looking at him with puppy eyes.

“What do you desire, my love?”

He always went to the store for my first word. If I wanted icecream, I got icecream. If I wanted a sub, he got it for me. He was the best.

“What about some French fries?” I asked smiling.

“We are getting some French fries then!” He put his phone away and pulled me to him which wasn’t so easy because of my belly, but we solved the problem.

“You feeling good baby?” he asked kissing the top of my head.


“ I love you.”

“I love you too, Nate. Now give me those damn French fries!”  

shaking from the rain

Part 1/10 of the Season 5A One-Shots series
Rating: K
Words: 1244
Description: After senior scribe, Lydia decides to wait out the rain before driving home. Coincidentally, a certain brown-haired boy happens to still be in the parking lot trying desperately to get his completely inoperable Jeep to start.
A/N:  this is the first of ten short canon-divergent one shots, each centered around one episode of 5a. also, the titles are all going to be from taylor swift songs, so that’s cool. (title from how you get the girl)
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Considerate Friends :)

I was hanging out with one of my friends today who had just gotten some fillings at the dentist. We were both super hungry, so we decided to make pasta to share.

A few minutes before it was ready she told me that we’d need to put some music on while we eat so her chewing won’t bother me because her mouth was still frozen from the dentist and she couldn’t chew properly.

As we sat down to eat she told me, “And if you need the music louder just tell me and I’ll turn it up.” About half way through the meal she even asked me if I was okay!

It may not have seemed like it, but all of her efforts actually meant so much to me. She actually took the time to consider how I was feeling and what I needed in order to be comfortable. I’m so lucky to have someone like her in my life, and I appreciate her so much :)

Not Too Big

I apologize; I’m terrible with titles. But I just had to write this short little drabble after seeing this. So, please enjoy some catboy!yixing!

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The outside of the shelter was bustling with people, all having heard it was closing and making last-minute efforts to save the hybrids. You made a few rounds before deciding you wanted a catboy, but none of them seemed to capture your attention. Making your way inside, you noticed that there was one catboy in particular who wasn’t out there with the others. He lied on a small bed within his glass enclosure, quite sullenly, and sensing your presence, he looked up at you, only to gaze back down at the floor.

”________-ah! Good to see you here!” Turning your head, you see your friend Changmin, whose family owns the place.

“Changmin-ah!” you exclaimed, hugging him. “I’m so sorry about the shelter.”

“It’s fine I guess; we’ll make it through. Are you thinking of adopting?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I know things have been lonely since Minhee left, but are you sure you can afford to take care of one?” he asked, referring to your ex-roommate. Minhee had left two months ago to begin her gap year, and although she insisted you accompany her, you simply didn’t have the funds. Considering you had already graduated two years ago, you found it ridiculous that student loans were still ominously looming over your head, causing you to barely scrape by after this month’s rent.

“I’m sure I can make things work. Besides, I do need company.”

“That’s great then! Have you seen the ones outside?”

“Yeah, but, what about this one?” you asked, gesturing to the melancholy catboy within the enclosure.

“Oh, that one? Uh… he’s not very social. Like, at all. We got him a few months ago. He was left at our doorstep in the middle of the night. No collar, no note, no nothing. We call him Lay, because, well, all he does is lay there,” he stated, chuckling, although you didn’t find any humor in his remark.

“I’ll take him.”

“Are you sure? He doesn’t make for very good company…”

“I’m sure.” You felt bad for him. Who would just leave him in the middle of the night?

You took him home that day after buying a few extra supplies. He was silent the entire car ride, opting to stare out the window. When you arrived home, he just took a seat on the floor as you stepped into the kitchen.

“Please make yourself comfortable! This is your home now too. Do you want anything to eat?” No response. Sighing, you gathered some pillows and blankets and placed them in front of him. “Sorry I don’t really have a proper place for you to sleep yet. I’ll get everything settled in a few days. I hope we can be good friends, alright?”

And so a week passed, with not much luck. It wasn’t that he was rude, - he was actually quite obedient and picked up after himself - he was just… distant. He never really looked you in the eye, and had yet to utter a single word. He just nodded or shook his head at everything you said. Even more frustrating, you had exceeded your budget for this month, putting in extra effort to buy him things that would make him happy, but nothing seemed to do the trick. Drowning amongst bills, bills, and more bills, you decided to take a breather and headed over to your piano. It has been a long time since you’ve had time to play, but your fingers don’t seem to reflect that as they travel delicately up and down the keys, melting together to create a melodious tune.

“That sounds nice.” The sudden interruption caught you by surprise, abruptly ending your reverie. You spun around to find that the voice came from… Lay? “Sorry if I scared you. But I like that song. Can you keep playing?” You nodded slowly, shocked that he had actually spoken to you. You turned back around, continuing the euphony of keys, and from your peripherals you could see him sit down at the base of the piano. You swore you heard a few purrs of delight coming from his direction.

And that was how it started. Slowly but surely, he opened up to you. “You can call me Yixing,“ you remember him telling you. You had grown very close to him over a short period of time, and your favorite pastime was teaching him how to play the piano, which he was miraculously good at, just by ear. One night, a month or so later, as you were laying on the couch, he came to join you. He hovered over you a bit, adjusting his position, and you gave him a few scratches behind his right ear, causing his limbs to weaken, effectively landing on top of you.

"Oomph,” you huffed. You chuckled before jokingly adding “I think you’re too big to be trying to fit on this tiny couch with me.” Instantly, he was off of you. You felt the atmosphere tense as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m not t-too big, don’t worry! I can make myself fit! Plus, I won’t grow anymore! This is my full size, I-I promise,” he rambled with flattened ears and tail curved in between his legs, almost cowering.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I was just joking,” you said, pulling him back onto the couch with you. “What’s wrong?” you asked, stroking the top of his head. He hesitated before telling you everything. About how he was adopted as a kitten by a loving family - or so he thought. They had treated him so well when he was small, but as he grew, they slowly started to neglect him. One day, he overheard them talking about how he had grown too big - they never wanted a fully-grown catboy, just a kitten that their youngest daughter could play with. He had become a burden. The next thing he knew, he was on the steps of the shelter, not even left with a single goodbye from the family. You listened carefully to his confession, your heart breaking with every sentence. When he finished, he looked at you with red eyes, liquid threatening to topple over the brims of his lower eyelids. “Yixing-ah,” you started, pulling him into your chest. “I’m sorry about what happened. But I would never, ever leave you, okay?” You felt him nod before enveloping you into a hug.

“Thank you for taking good care of me, even when I wasn’t being a good pet.”

“Hey, we’re friends now, okay? Friends don’t leave each other behind. Plus, I don’t mind your size. That just means there’s more of you to cuddle with.” He chuckled softly. “Now, are we gonna watch this movie, or what?” He nodded and again readjusted himself, this time placing his body beside yours, wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you,” he muttered, before nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Love you too,” you replied, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair, earning some loving purrs.

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There you go! Also, quick grammar lesson: people actually lie, not lay. But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity for a pun, so I committed a tiny grammar sin. If you enjoyed this, you should like this post or something and maybe I’ll write more… Happy New Years everyone!