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anonymous asked:

Americans never understand but in Toronto the biggest population of people are from the carribean. So that's why Drake sounds like that not because he's faking an accent. That's the culture he crew up in so it makes sense that he sounds like that. Canadians of Carribean origin make up Toronto's biggest non European population. It's just annoying cause American think black Canadians basically have no culture or we're just supposed to sound like whites. If we have accents we're accused of faking.


anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your writing! Can you write an Andriel fic where someone (nathan's men, burglar, you decide!) breaks into Neil's apartment while he's face timing with Andrew and Andrew is all worried and stuff over the phone :)

thank you so so much, precious anon! ask and you shall receive. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)

“And if I move Davis to the left, then Salazar has way too much ground to cover. But if I don’t, then he’ll have to keep up with Rhodes, and we all know he can’t handle her…” Neil is going round and round with these ideas for new plays, mostly to himself. Andrew flicks his eyes away from the zucchini he is currently dicing to look at Neil on his computer screen, scribbling away in his notebook approximately 1,226 miles away.

He watches Neil stop writing. Tilt his head to left. Sigh. And draw a giant X over everything he’s been working on for the past hour and a half.

Andrew rolls his eyes and shakes his head, though he really doesn’t know why he is surprised. Neil’s new position as the leading striker on the Baton Rouge Pirates includes more responsibilities than he had on his first pro team. Neil will undoubtedly be up for several hours working on this one play, and Andrew will be a silent spectator, contributing the occasional snarky comment when asked for his opinion.

Finished with the zucchini, Andrew adds it in with the rest of the vegetables and tosses them into the pan with his already sizzling potatoes. He moves to the sink to rinse the knife he was using and return it to the knife block on the counter, a house-warming gift from Bee.

Neil is still thinking out loud, going on about Davis’s apparent lack of speed and general know-how. Truthfully, Andrew could not care less about any of it. But he finds that just the even sound of Neil’s voice makes him feel more relaxed, a little less on edge than usual. Even if he is just droning on about Exy, it’s almost like they aren’t on different sides of the country. They FaceTime at least twice a week, and it brings Andrew much more comfort than he will ever be willing to admit. He likes Denver, but not as much as he hates Neil.

“Ugh! I’m done. I’m so done. If I look at this for another second, I’ll light it on fire,” comes Neil’s exasperated complaint. Andrew is tending to his vegetables, but he can hear the shuffling of paper and what sounds like a pen hitting a wall.

“Luckily for you, I disabled your fire alarm,” Andrew says, purposefully ignoring Neil’s tantrum.

Andrew turns in time to witness Neil’s dramatic sigh, complete with his head rather forcefully meeting his folded arms on the table. Andrew rolls his eyes, yet again, and turns the stove off before plating his masterpiece. He walks over to where his laptop is sitting on the counter and picks it up, taking Neil with him to the table. Neil must notice all the noise because he finally sits back up and rests his chin in his hand.

They look at each other for a moment before Andrew drags his gaze away and settles his attention on something else, anything else. This is his least favorite part. The way they can see and hear each other, almost feel like they’re together, but then he can’t even make actual eye contact with Neil. It’s trivial, really. It shouldn’t bother him this much, but it does. The awkward cycle of looking at Neil, then looking at the tiny screen in the corner housing his own reflection, then attempting to look into the camera like maybe Neil will understand what Andrew won’t say.

“Staring,” Andrew says, mainly as a distraction from these unwelcome thoughts.

“Uh-huh,” Neil snorts in response, like he can see right through Andrew. He probably can.

Andrew looks back to see Neil look to his right and let a small smile creep onto his face. He vanishes from view for about thirty seconds, then reappears with an armful of Sir Fat Cat McCatterson.

“Oh look. It’s still alive. Joy.”

Neil laughs. “Shut up, you adore him and you know it.”

“I hate him slightly less than I hate most other things.”

Neil tosses Andrew a triumphant smile. “Exactly.”

Andrew offers only a noncommittal grunt in return.

“So what should we do when I’m off next week? I bought my ticket already, by the way. I get in at 9:45 Sunday night.”

“We could drive to the top of Mount Evans, and I could leave you there,” Andrew replies.

“Finally find a decent place to hide my body? I’m actually a little disappointed. You should at least cross state lines, getting rid of me a mere 65 miles away is too suspicious. You know they always suspect the boyfriend first.”

Andrew lets the term slide in favor of silently flipping Neil off.

Neil’s ensuing laughter is cut short when he turns his head sharply to the left, toward his front door.

“What?” Andrew asks.

Neil is quiet for several seconds, much too long for Andrew’s liking.

“I think someone just picked my lock.”

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Thank you all for waiting for my late update! I’ve benn studying hard and taking those tests seriously. I only have 3 more to go. I hope you are doing good in school/ work too~

Thank you again for reading my reactions!

You were outside at the party and had a lot of fun when a woman came and started talking with you. He was next to you talking to her boyfriend and drinking wine together. He was smiling and having fun but you had some difficult with understanding what that woman wants from you. When her boyfriend and T.O.P were looking away or weren’t near she just started talking how she uses her boyfriend only for money and then when they came back she started talking how great he is and how he treats her well. You had enough listening to her and when they came back you said:
“Sweetie, if you’re gonna be two faced at least make one of them pretty.”
The woman and her boyfriend offended walked away and T.O.P scolded you for saying such mean things to a person but in the car later he laughed so hard you couldn’t stop him. He really adored your sarcasm and your sassy attitude. He especially liked when you would reply to mean comments with your swag and make those people take back his words. He was happy because you were sassy you didn’t let other people judge you or make bad comments about you.

Originally posted by tabi-ears

Jiyong just came home late at night from the airport where he flew from the USA. He was really tired and because of his work he was a little depressed. You really wanted to cheer him up so you made him the best coffee and let him tell you about his business trip. He also brought you a gift, a shirt with a caption ‘swag’ on it. He was glad you liked it but he was exhausted so you let him go shower. Right before he went to bed you wishpered to him:
“Don’t be ashamed of who you are. That’s your parents job.”
When you said that to him he smiled and kissed you on your cheeks. He remembered why he loves you so much- because of your awful sarcastic jokes and amazing love you always showed him. He fell asleep hugging you and with a shining smile on his face. 

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

You were working on your college studying and took a short break when he came home. He told you how your studying is important to him and how you must be successful in college so you will get a good job. He kept saying how proud will he be if you get A’s on the tests. He kept worrying about the marks you’ll get and it was getting pretty annoying to you. While you ate a strawberry in kitchen he came again and you put your finger to his mouth to keep him shut.
“The only BS in my life are bags and shoes.”
He was quite surprised by your words and he understood he might be too annoying with all those words but he still laughed at the sarcastic voice of yours, because he thought it was funny. He thought it was funny and cute when you made sassy statements like those. 

Originally posted by sofiatherese92

After your busy day at work you came home finding Daesung playing drums. When he saw you came home he started a conversation. You were always happy to talk with him and see him but today was one of your bad days. You did talk with him and when he inturrupted you sentance and spoke on you stared at him for a moment and than added:
“Oh, I’m sorry, did the middle of my sentence interrupt your begining?”
He was offended by your words and apologized for interrupting your talking. He felt bad because of that and went in the bedroom to chill and relax. He kept thinking why you would get so upset over such a thing, although it was rude. You realized your words may have been too much and apologized to him too.

Originally posted by y0226d

You are both a king and a queen of sass. He always got your sassy statements about clothes or movies. As you were walking in the shopping mall you saw some cute dresses and ordered him to tell you how you look. You predicted he wouldn’t like shopping a lot but he was just fine watching you in a different dresses. One was glittery and another one was all pink. He said both suits you but the pink one is sexier.
“Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins”
He couldn’t help but to cringe at your statement. He was proud you realized how beautiful you are and to make sure everyone else sees that he bought you the pink dress, because you already have enough glitter in you veins

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

Title: My Girls

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: As always, feedback is appreciated. Good, bad, whatever.

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You blinked awake as the morning sun streamed through your hospital window, eager to hold your sweet, baby girl again. You had given birth in the early hours of the morning after 14 hours of labor. She was healthy, she was beautiful. You on the other hand, you were exhausted; nestling her to your chest, you had soon fallen asleep. You glanced over to the clear hospital bassinet beside you, only to find it empty. You had a moment of panic before your eyes settled on the hulking frame of your boyfriend, Auston. He was reclining on a chair by the window, his slippered feet propped up on the windowsill. Your daughter’s tiny body was bundled in a soft, gray blanket; lying on Auston’s chest. One of his large hands rested over her, keeping her firmly tucked to his body; with the other his thumb was rubbing light circles on her tiny hand as she gripped his index finger. You watched his lips move, as he spoke softly to your newborn daughter. 

“Your grandma and grandpa are so excited to see you. Your aunts have already bought you every book, outfit, and toy and baby could ever need.” he said quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I can’t wait for you to meet them. There are so many people waiting to meet you.” he continued. He gazed down at her, letting out a contented sigh. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.”

You smiled at them from the bed, not wanting to disrupt the moment. A few seconds later, Auston glanced up at you; noticing you were he awake he smiled before bringing his feet back to the ground, readjusting his hands to support your little one.

“Look peanut, momma’s finally awake.” Auston told your daughter softly before carefully standing up and walking over to you, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “I talked to the doctor about an hour ago.” he said to you. “We’re going to get discharged by early afternoon.” he grinned, leaning over, kissing you.

“How is she?” You ask, shifting on the bed so Auston could sit on the bed beside you.

“Pefect.” he grinned, bringing his legs onto the bed, shifting the little one so she was cradled in his arms, giving you a perfect view of her little pink face. “She’s doing great, the doctor is happy with all the test results. I fed her about an hour ago, changed her diaper. My parents are catching a plane out on Tuesday morning; Peanut and I Skyped with your mom when she called, I sent her the information for her flight. I ordered groceries that’ll be delivered this afternoon so we don’t starve.” he rattled off. “I have the car seat ready to go and your bag is pretty much packed.”

“What, Aus, how long was I asleep? How did you get so good at this dad thing so quickly?” you asked in wonderment.

“Not that long.” He chuckled. “You just did all the hard work, I wanted to make sure everything else was taken care of so you didn’t have to worry about it. Peanut already managed to convince Mitch to drop dinner off later so we don’t have to worry about it.” He said staring down at the bundle in his arms. He turned to you, a small frown playing on his lips. “Babe, when we found out you were pregnant, I panicked.” he admitted. 

“You didn’t seem panicked.” you said, surprised. “You were so much calmer than me.” You said, reaching up running your hand through his dark locks.

“I acted like I wasn’t so I didn’t stress you out, but babe, I was terrified. We’re so young.” he said, snaking his arm around your shoulders, the other still firmly wrapped around his little girl. “As soon as I found out I stared bugging Bozie and Hunwick for advice. After practice, on the plane, every chance I got. I wanted to make sure I was prepared. I wanted to make sure I knew how to take of her, how to make things easier for you.”

“I’d say you’re already doing a pretty fantastic job.” you smiled, reaching over and stroking the soft skin of her cheek, resting your head on Auston’s chest. 

“I’m glad you think so, (Y/N). I still can’t believe she’s really here.” he said, looking down at the bundle in his arms. “Thank you, babe, for all of this.” he smiled kissing your forehead. “I can’t wait to take my girls home.”

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Request: G-Dragon has a daughter that is 4 years old and does not know if he is her real father because he is never around.

(For optimal immersion, I am naming your daughter Mirre.)


   “Wake up, baby girl.” I whisper softly, brushing the tips of my fingers over my daughter’s soft cheeks. With a tiny giggle, the corners of her lips begin to widen, revealing the adorable smile that melts my heart every time I see it.

   “Morning, eomma.” She stares up at me with bright, beautiful eyes that remind me so much of Ji-Yong. She is a spitting image of him. He has always taken pride in it, when he is around, that is. 

   Leaning down, I press a kiss to her forehead. A hearty laugh falls past her pink lips when I lift her right out of bed and into the air, smiling widely up at her. Bringing her back down, I rest her on my hip and carry her to the kitchen where I set her on the counter. “What would you like for breakfast, love?” I ask, leaning on my elbows.

   “Whatever is easiest for you.” She smiles at me. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by love. 

   “How did I end up with the most considerate, intelligent, gorgeous, and loving daughter in the world?” I sigh, wrapping her small body in my arms and hugging her impossibly close. She giggles loudly as she squeezes me back. With a sigh, I release her and look through the cabinets to begin making her breakfast. “So, Mirre, your birthday is in a few days. Appa and I would like to know what you want.” I inform, already knowing and having already bought the deluxe doll house she has been swooning over for months.

   I wait for a few moments, but when the silence goes on for too long, I furrow my eyebrows and turn around to face her. To my surprise, a frown has settled itself on her pouty lips. “What’s wrong, Mirre?” I ask, becoming concerned.

   She looks up at me with a tiny jump, as if she were just startled out of deep thought. “Is G-Dra- G-Dragon my real appa?” She asks.

   Every ounce of breath has left my body as I stare at my daughter in complete shock. My mouth slips ajar, the words I was going to speak caught on the tip of my tongue. How do I even respond to this? Why would she think Ji-Yong isn’t her appa? Why would she refer to him as his stage name? I know she has heard me call him Ji-Yong. Many more questions fill my mind but by her silence, I can see she is becoming uncomfortable. “W-What makes you think he isn’t your appa?” I question somewhat sternly. 

   A frown settles itself on her face. “He never comes home.. I can’t remember the last time I saw him. He didn’t come to my last birthday, he missed Christmas and he missed your birthday, too, eomma. You’re always sad.” Mirre looks up at me with tears leaking from her eyes. 

   From the wetness on my cheeks, I’m also crying. I didn’t even realize I was sad about this. Mirre brings up a good point. I’ve been ignoring the fact that Ji-Yong is never around. I never wanted to accept it and it has always been easiest to ignore how much I’ve been hurting. “And now you’re crying again.” Mirre sighs, her bottom lip quivering. 

   “Hey,” I smile, wiping my tears away quickly, “I don’t want you to worry about me, okay? Ji-Yong is your appa. He will be here for your birthday and he will be around more often. I promise you.” I hold my pinky out, grinning when she links her own tiny pinky with my own. 

   “Hey, babe.” Ji-Yong greets upon answering his phone. My immediate instinct is to melt into his words, but I refrain.

   “Hi.” Silence spreads over the line. I can tell he knows something is wrong, which is exactly why he isn’t saying anything.

   “Is everything okay?” He questions cautiously. 

   He genuinely sounds concerned, which leads me to bite my lip harshly, desperately trying to hold back tears. “Ji-Yong..” I murmur, tears already beginning to slip down my cheeks. 

   A sigh falls past his lips and I just know he is running a hand down his face. “Don’t cry, love. C’mon, you can tell me.” He says softly. 

   With a deep breath, I am able to compose myself. “You’re never around.” His stunned silence prompts me to continue. “When’s the last time you saw your daughter? She asked me today if G-Dragon was her real appa. She barely even knows who you are.” I rant, all of the words just spilling out of my mouth. “Think about that for a while. Maybe you’ll start putting you daughter before your career, G-Dragon.” 

   “Happy birthday, my love.” I sigh, kissing Mirre on the cheek. She giggles happily, staring up at her deluxe doll house. The last of the guests have left, and I can just tell how exhausted she is from all the exertion and playing.

   “Thank you for the presents, eomma.” There is a hint of sadness to her voice. I can see in her eyes that she misses her abeoji. “Appa isn’t going to come, is he?” She murmurs, her sad, little eyes gazing at the floor boards. 

   I immediately engulf her in my embrace. “I don’t know what to say, my love.” I sigh, at a complete loss for words. How do you explain to your daughter that her abeoji cares more about his career than he does his family? “Appa is just-”

   “I’m here!” A voice suddenly yells from the doorway. Mirre and I both snap our heads towards the direction of the noise. Standing in front of the door, holding a giant, wrapped box, with sweat pouring down the side of his face, is Ji-Yong. “I got stuck in traffic for three hours.” He gently places the box down and leans against the wall. “I tried to get here on time.. this was my chance to show you both that I’ve changed and I messed it up..” 

   Before his spiel can continue, a tiny squeal interrupts him. “Appa!” Mirre shrieks, bursting out of my hold and sprinting as fast as her miniature legs will take her towards Ji-Yong. “Appa!” She jumps into him, effectively knocking him over.

   “Hey baby girl.” He laughs holding her tightly to his body. “I missed you so much.”

   “I missed you, too, appa.” She cries. I can see the pain in his eyes just from those few simple words. He makes eye contact with me, but I quickly avert my gaze. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” 

   Ji-Yong lets out a choked sob. “No, baby girl. I love you and eomeoni with all my heart. You two are the only girls I want in my life.” He says sincerely, running his fingers through her hair. 

   “Did you get me a present?” She asks excitedly. He nods, prompting her to run over and rip away the wrapping paper. “Appa.. eomma already got me this doll house.” She giggles, looking over at him with innocent eyes. 

   I hold in a laugh, shaking my head. “Oh man… do you want me to return it and get you something else?” He frowns.

   “No, it will do.” She grins. “Now my dolls will have two houses!” 

   As I stare fondly at our daughter, I don’t notice Ji-Yong make his way over to me. “I’m sorry for never being here for the two of you.” He whispers. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I hold back the urge to start crying. “I didn’t have my priorities in check. I don’t want to mess up what I have. You and Mirre are my life. And I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out.” He runs his fingertips over my cheek. “I love you.”

   “It’s going to take more than an apology and some sweet words to convince me otherwise.” I state matter-of-factly, smirking at him. He flashes me a smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips. 

   “I’ve got a lot planned for you, love.” He grins cheekily, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’ll see soon. I’m changing my ways.” 

   “Appa!” Mirre calls. “Please come build the doll houses for me!” With a quick wink to me, Ji-Yong goes to help assemble the doll houses. I stare adoringly at my small family, knowing that things are going to turn around and only get better from here on out.

anonymous asked:

Ooo congratulations on your new job! Since it's prom season... how about a promposal fic? I guess in Auradon's case it would be a ball-posal though! :) Congrats again!

Oh, how cute! I didn’t get back until much later than I planned, so I’m writing this while I’m tired, but it’s too cute!

Guilt was becoming a more familiar emotion the longer they were in Auradon and it was one of the few things that Mal hated about her new school. She had felt it when Ben was drugged into loving her, she felt it when she held Fairy Godmother’s wand in her hands, she felt it every time she looked at her mother, small and scaly in a tiny cage.

Looking at the pride and excitement on Jay’s face, Mal felt that dreaded guilt again.

“I’ve been working on this for two nights,” he boasted. “I’ve kept it hidden under my bed, Pup has no idea.”

Mal didn’t roll her eyes at Jay’s ridiculously sweet nickname for his boyfriend. He never made fun of the names Evie gave her, she could return the courtesy.

“Are you sure he’ll…like this, Jay?”

“What do you mean?”

A giant, bright poster, spanning nearly the width of the room, laid at their feet. Swirled, elegant lettering spelt out ‘Carlos De Vil, will you go to prom with me?’ while stickers and crudely hand-drawn cartoons decorated the edges.

Jay looked at her cautiously, as if Mal was about to tear him down as often as she use to. “I was gonna have the cheerleaders hold it up at-.”

“Hold it up at the end of the last game.” Mal finished. “You told me. You said you were going to make a crazy announcement and have the tourney team lift Carlos in the air for it all?”

“Yep.” Jay crossed his arms and grinned.

“But Carlos doesn’t… He doesn’t like being the center of attention, Jay.” Mal pushed. “It makes him uncomfortable and nervous.”

He made a face, a mix of surprise and confusion, as if Jay doesn’t understand how he didn’t consider that or how Mal remembered it before he did. Jay furrowed his brows. “I-I know that.” He said quickly. “I was gonna make it quick.”

“Are you sure you want to ask him like this? I know you mean well, but this might embarrass him.”

“No it won’t!” Jay clenched his fists. “The whole point of this is to show I’m not embarrassed of him!” Mal opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it, waiting for Jay to continue. “I… I want Carlos to know that I… I like him and I don’t care who knows it.”

Mal considered his words, hand on hip. She ventured over to Jay’s bed and gestured for him to sit beside her. “Maybe Carlos just needs to know that you like him and that’s all. You don’t need to make a big deal of your relationship to the school for him to know that.”

“It was gonna be big and spectacular,” Jay pouted. “It was gonna be memorable.”

“How about just make it special for Carlos? He’s the only one you’re asking, not the whole school.”

Jay rested his chin on his hands. “I guess. All the Pup would really want is just for me to ask him in between classes or something,” he muttered.

Mal snickered. “You can make it a little more special than that. It’s not like your only options are to make a spectacle or to do nothing. It’ll still be nice to make it special.”

“Well what are you doing that’s so special?” A moment passed. “You don’t have anything planned, do you?”

“No.” Mal joined him, slouching forward to rest her chin on her hands. “I was just gonna ask her with flowers and chocolate but that’s too simple for E. I mean, she’ll love anything I do because she’s Evie. But I want her to really love it. Nothing is grand enough.”

“We should switch.”

“No thanks. Carlos is pretty, but not as pretty as Evie.”

Jay laughed and punched her shoulder. “I meant we should trade promposal ideas, not relationship partners.”

“That’s…not a bad idea, actually.” Mal sat straighter, finger to her lips in thought. “Can you get Carlos’ name off of that sign?”

“I was joking.”

It was Mal’s turn to punch his shoulder. “But it’s perfect. E would love a huge, crazy prom ask in front of the whole school. I already bought the choc- don’t give me that look. Yes, I bought them, not stole - I bought the chocolates already, you can have them if I can take your sign.”

Jay gave her a sideways look. “Flowers and chocolate… Well, maybe chocolate and a new tool kit would really make Carlos happy. He would love that actually.”

“Let me take a look at this sign,” Mal hopped off of the bed and knelt on the ground. “I could go over and re-do a lot of these pictures,” she traced Jay’s pencil sketches and looked up, “I can definitely improve this. Can you pull some favors with the tourney team for me?”

“Yeah. You scare the piss out of Chad and Ben is still sweet on you,” Jay snickered. “If you get Evie out on the field at the end of the game, I can hook you up with the megaphone.”

A grin took over Mal’s face. Her smiles were no longer mischievous and nasty, but genuine and excited; the reminder of the change in his friend brought a smile to Jay’s own face.

“This is gonna be perfect! E will love having everyone watch her get asked to prom and have the cheerleaders holding up signs for her,” Mal’s grin grew at the idea of surprise and happiness on her girlfriend’s face. This is exactly what Evie would want, she bloomed like the fairest flower under attention and would flourish being in front of the entire student body.

Mal stood quickly, reaching for the door and calling over her shoulder. “I’m going to run back to my room, I’ll bring the box of chocolates and some paint!”

Her guilt for ruining Jay’s grand promposal effort was forgotten and replaced with two new emotions: excitement and joy. True, Mal had never experienced those things before Auradon, but the reason for them had been with her for many years. Excitement and joy were found in expressive brown eyes and curly blue hair, in soft hands and a softer voice, in ridiculous nicknames and in kisses that left Mal breathless.

And Goodness, she was going to make asking Evie to prom as exciting and joyful as the princess herself.

The Dorks Go to Prom! (Kuroo x Reader) (Prom!AU)

Universe: Prom

Character: Kuroo Tetsurou


Originally posted by tetsuruo

As soon as Kuroo stepped out of the dressing room, all eyes fell on him. He caught his reflection in a nearby mirror, and he moved closer to get a better look.

The suit was perfectly cut to accommodate his figure, every inch and every size falling in place just as he had intended them to be. Kuroo pulled at his collar, adjusting it so he could be even more comfortable.

He imagined that reflection of him to be the exact same vision of him during prom. A small smile crossed his face as he imagined her fixing his tie, pinning on his boutonniere, and beaming at him as if he was the only thing that ever mattered to her.

Now, if he could just deal with his hair…

“Forget it.”

Kuroo turned around, looking pointedly at his three companions. Akaashi was lounging on the couch, eyebrows slightly raised as he nodded in approval of Kuroo’s attire. Kenma devoted a good five seconds to observe Kuroo before returning to his phone. Bokuto, who had spoken up, was sitting beside Akaashi and running his hand through his hair.

“What did you say?”

“I said, forget it man,” Bokuto said, pouting a little. “There’s no way you’re looking like that at prom. Hell, even I would want to sleep with you.”

“Is it that bad?” Kuroo turned his attention back to his reflection.

“Don’t listen to him, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi said. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo replied. “Though, if I could only find a good tie…”

“What?” Bokuto raised an eyebrow. “I thought you already bought one?”

“Nah. I’ve been having trouble picking one out,” Kuroo admitted. “Seriously. I shouldn’t be taking more than three weeks to buy a damn tie.”


Kenma’s quiet voice rang out. Kuroo hadn’t noticed that his best friend had gone over to where the ties were being displayed, and was now holding one in his hands.

“Kenma…” Kuroo said, as Kenma came closer, and began putting the tie around Kuroo’s neck. “Why’d you get this?”

“Trust me,” Kenma replied, pulling off a perfect Windsor knot and arranging it carefully so that it fell in the middle of Kuroo’s suit. “You’ll thank me later.”

As soon as Kenma stepped away, Kuroo looked once more at his reflection in the mirror. He smiled, satisfied with the results.

“Y/N’s going to fall head over heels for you, bro,” Bokuto grinned.

“Oh, so she hasn’t, yet?” Kuroo replied cockily, heading to the dressing room to change.

“I’m just saying,” Bokuto said. “Guys like you taking girls like her to prom…she’ll love that. Trust me.”

“Bokuto-san, your prom date rejected you three times before she said yes.”

“Akaashi! You promised you wouldn’t tell! Actually, how does that connect with what I just said?!”


“…and we’re done!” Mrs. L/N placed the last curl over Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, darling. You look so beautiful.”

Y/N stood up, and caught her own reflection in the mirror. Her mother had pulled the first layer of her hair into an elegant bun, and curled the rest, letting them fall over her shoulders. Her dress wasn’t as flashy as the designs that her classmates were more than eager to share with the entire school, but she wasn’t too fond of going all out, even during prom night.

She wore an emerald green dress, with off-the-shoulder short sleeves. The dress fit snugly around her waist with a black satin belt, and stopped just at her knees. The dress had black accents, too, a last-minute addition thanks to Kenma’s little comment about how Kuroo was buying a jet-black suit.

Y/N exhaled slowly, reaching up to rub in her foundation even more. The nerves were starting to come in, rattling her entire being.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Y/N put on a smile and turned to face her mother. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just…nervous, that’s all.”

“For prom? Or about your prom date?”

Y/N’s cheeks burned scarlet at that, and Mrs. L/N laughed. “Goodness, Y/N. You two have been dating for so long, and you still get flustered whenever somebody talks about you or him. That’s so adorable!”

Y/N wrinkled her nose. “C’mon, Mom, it’s nothing like that—“

“Don’t worry, darling.” Mrs. L/N gave her a small kiss on her nose. “You look gorgeous. And if Kuroo thinks otherwise, come find me, and we can discuss where we can hide the body.”

Y/N giggled, and felt a lot more relaxed. Mrs. L/N reached for the box on her dresser, and handed it to Y/N along with her clutch.

At that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs. Y/N gasped, and immediately reached for her mother’s hands. They listened intently as the door opened, and the voices in the living room could be heard all the way to her room.

“Oh, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N said.

“Good evening, sir,” Kuroo replied. Y/N giggled at the hint of nervousness in his tone—he’d always complained that her dad scared the living hell out of him.

“Good evening to you too. Come on in, she’ll be down in a minute.”

As soon as the door closed, Mrs. L/N turned to Y/N. “It’s now or never, sweetheart.”


“Deep breaths. You look absolutely stunning.”

Y/N took a deep breath, before drawing herself up to her full height, and slipping on her silver stilettos.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”

The walk downstairs was torturous. Y/N couldn’t hear anything except for the blood roaring in her ears, and the rattling breaths that escaped her lips.

What are you so nervous about? she thought. This is Kuroo. This is dorky, kind-of-an-asshole, nerdy Tetsurou. You’ve been dating for months. You know how he looks like.

But even that thought couldn’t prepare her for what she would be seeing as she caught a glimpse of him.

At the sound of her heels thumping lightly against the steps, Kuroo’s head snapped up, and his hands nearly flew to his hair out of habit. Instead, he used them to straighten his suit jacket, and he cleared his throat.

He opened his mouth to greet her…and suddenly, the words got stuck on his tongue.

Y/N shyly descended, looking every bit regal in her emerald green dress. His heart swelled to see the black accents in the fabric, which matched his suit.

When she looked up at him and gave him a small smile, he felt as if his heart would right then and there jump out of its cage. Kuroo had to reach up and loosen the tie around his neck…when the movement caught Y/N’s eye.

She was staring at his tie with an odd-sort of smile, and he looked down at where she was staring. The tie that Kenma had picked out…was emerald green, completely matching her dress.

Kuroo cleared his throat. “So, um…did…”

“Kenma?” Y/N said, laughing slightly. “Yeah. He saw my dress, and told me to match your suit.”

“And he gave me the tie to match your dress,” Kuroo said, laughing in disbelief. “Ah, man. I’m gonna have to find him a date for next year.”

Y/N handed him the box, and he opened it to see the matching boutonniere and corsage. He smiled at her as he motioned for her to come closer, pulling out the corsage and placing the box on the table.

“Wait!” Mrs. L/N came squealing into the room, holding up her phone. “Let me take pictures.”

Y/N bit back a smile as she began to blush. “Mom—“

“Go on, sweetheart. Pretend I’m not here.”

Kuroo laughed quietly, before slipping the corsage around Y/N’s wrist. In return, Y/N pinned the boutonniere on his suit, patting it down careful and fixing his tie.

Out of habit, Y/N reached up to attempt to tame Kuroo’s hair, only to find it slicked back.

“You fixed your hair,” she marveled, and he smirked in response. “How did you do it?”

“With great difficulty,” he replied, and Y/N laughed.

“Oh, you two look so cute! Smile!”

Y/N sighed at her mother’s eagerness, but laced an arm through Kuroo’s anyway. His other hand found hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze as Mrs. L/N took the picture.

“I think we should go,” Kuroo said, checking his watch. “It’s a ten-minute drive, but I suppose you don’t want to be late, Y/N?”

“I wouldn’t,” Y/N agreed. “Okay, let’s go.”

“I want her home by 12, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N suddenly chimed from his spot on the couch.

Kuroo flinched, and Y/N snorted in laughter, hiding it behind her hand. “Yes, sir.”

Then, with Y/N’s arm still in his, Kuroo led her out of the house, with her mother squealing behind them.

As soon as Kuroo helped her into his car, he let out a sigh, visibly relaxing as he got into the driver’s seat. Y/N had to smile at her boyfriend—at least someone was obviously more nervous than she was.

“Kuroo,” she said, placing her hand gently over his own.

“Huh?” Kuroo said, a little too quickly, as he started the car. “We’ll get there in time, I promise—“


“—and I’ll have you home by 12, don’t you worry babe—“


“Did I blow it back there? I thought I could handle it, I thought I was cool—“

Y/N grabbed his chin, and pulled him into a kiss to stop his rambling. Sure enough, Kuroo shut up.

“Calm down,” Y/N said, as soon as they pulled away. “You look so handsome. I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier.”

“And you look absolutely gorgeous,” Kuroo whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Kuroo pressed his lips against hers again, smiling as he pulled away.

“You know, if I get nervous again, do I get another kiss?”

“Don’t push it, Tetsurou.”

Imagine a long weekend with Chris. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A 😊 Sorry for the wait, I’ve been busy with stuff. Anyway, this one tugged at my heart strings a little bit…Well, I cried. 😅 I’m such a hopeless romantic, it’s ridiculous. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; 'She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4’)

You and Chris listened to Ed Sheeran’s album 'Divide’ in preparation for the concert tomorrow night as he drove the both of you back to his Boston apartment, or so you thought. You were actually going to yet another surprise that everyone, but you knew about. As it turned out, Chris Evans was as much of a futurist as you were. From the moment he bought that ring, he’d been planning, seeking out, and collecting everything else the two of you needed to reach the life you were both striving for. Things were definitely looking up for the both of you. You’d both found your perfect half; Infinity War and Chris’ Marvel contract were coming to an end which meant he would soon return home to you; your graduation was slowly, but surely arriving in a couple of years, and you were going to take your indescribable talent and join the big leagues; Chris would move out of Captain America’s limelight, continue being spectacular in his field of work, and hopefully get the recognition he deserved; then of course, your long engagement would end and the two of you would get married.

You’d both agreed that after getting married, you’d move out of the apartment you shared with Ava and move in with him. The only thing that hadn’t been decided on was location because location was a little tricky. You both agreed that Los Angeles was the smarter option as it was where work would have both of you the most. That was, of course, if you became a success in Hollywood- which Chris assured you you would. But there was also the thought of fulfilling what you wrote and moving back to Chris’ hometown because that was eventual; Chris had made it fairly clear that he wanted to raise his family in Boston. That eventually was something you were more than happy to comply to because the moment you married Chris, he would become your family and anywhere he went would become home. You told him that, which was why he did something big and amazing behind your back knowing you wouldn’t be upset with him.

“This isn’t your apartment block,” you furrowed your brows when his car pulled to a stop and you looked out the window. “Where are we?” You quizzed as you turned to him; he had a smile that worried you slightly. “Why are you smiling like that?” You asked with a soft chuckle. “Chris!” You laughed when his smile turned into a smirk. “What’s going on?”

“Oh nothing,” he feigned innocence as he reached over you and into the glove box to pull out two set of keys. “I just thought you’d want to see our future home.” Your lips parted in awe when he held up one for you that had a 'Mrs.’ Minnie Mouse keychain that said, whereas his was a 'Mr.’ Mickey Mouse one.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope,” he shook his head, jiggling your keys in front of your face. “Take it, go open the door and see.” You chuckled in disbelief, taking the keys from his hand. “C'mon,” he chuckled as he got out of the car; you followed suit with wobbly legs. This had to be a dream, all of it from the moment you met Chris till this very second. There was no way you got this freaking lucky, no way you were basically living out one of your perfect stories.

“What do you think?” Chris asked, holding his arms wide open as he turned in a circle on the front yard. All you could do was laugh because you were still trying very hard to process everything that was happening. If you were being honest, your mind was still stuck on the fact that you were going to see Ed Sheeran live. “Was this the house you imagined when you wrote your mini series?”

It wasn’t, because it was even more perfect that you’d imagined it. The exterior was blue, which was something Chris gave himself a pat on the back for as you’d always babble on about how awesome a colored house would be; blue was your favorite color, after all. The front yard was gorgeous and the perfect size for your future children to run around with Dodger; the garden circling the house even had bushes of roses growing already. Chris held out a hand for you to take and you walked over, smiling as you did. He drew your hand up to his quirked lips and kissed your knuckles; from the look on both your faces, he knew he’d nailed it.

“Wait till you see the inside,” he told you and pulled you alongside him as he padded up the stairs to your front porch. Your front porch, you couldn’t believe you could say that. The house was yours, yours and Chris’. Chris released your hand and moved to open the front door with his key; a red front door because why not have your house look like your fiancé’s Marvel character. “You know how you said you like earthy tones and marble benches?” He quizzed as he glanced back at you; you nodded with a wide grin. “Well, you’re going to love, love, love this house.”

“I kind of have to considering you bought the place already,” you laughed and he nodded, chuckling. “Oh my God,” the air was knocked out of your lungs when Chris opened the door to reveal the inside of your future home. “I feel like I just entered my story dimension, Chris.”

“It feels like deja vu, doesn’t it?” He chuckled as he closed the front door behind the both of you. “When I first came to see this house with our moms, they both freaked out.” Of course they came with him because of course they knew and didn’t tell you; you wouldn’t be surprised if Ava knew too. “They swore this was the house they saw when they read your series and just- they agreed it was perfect and that I should get it because you’d love it. Do you?” He asked as you turned around; your lips were still parted in awe. “Do you love it?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Are you kidding?” You laughed. “This is fucking amazing! Right now- I want to call Ava and tell her I’m moving out of that apartment and out of California and into this house. I don’t even care if I have to transfer universities, I’ll go to your alma mater. I’ll- I’ll fucking fly to school if I have to!” You exclaimed and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you to steer you towards the kitchen. “This is so breathtakingly amazing and spectacular. Oh my God,” you breathed, “I can’t breathe.”

“Okay, calm down,” he chuckled. “This is our forever home, we’ll move in when we get married and start on that forever. Right now, you’re going to stay in that apartment and stay in LA and finish school.” You pouted, running your hand along the smooth walls you were passing. “This place isn’t even properly furnished yet, babe.”

“We can go to IKEA right now and furnish it.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I only brought you here so you can see the place. We’re not moving back to Boston just yet, we’ve got a lot keeping us in LA for now. We’re not even married, okay? I know it’s exciting, believe me. But this- it’s for later, okay?” He looked over at you, chuckling when you nodded with a sad pout. “Come on, let’s see the kitchen. That will cheer you up.”

“Will it if I don’t even get to use it for God only knows how long,” you mumbled and Chris laughed, squeezing you tightly against him. You cracked a smile, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Okay, fine,” you giggled. “I’ll be less of a bummer, I mean- it is officially ours. It doesn’t matter if we use it today, or tomorrow, or in a few years. It’s ours and that’s what’s amazing.”

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Look,” he gently took your by the shoulders and pushed you in front of him as you turned the corner. The two of you stood in the archway leading into the kitchen and you gasped. “Marble benches, earth tones, breakfast bar, open floor plan into the dining area and living area. We can put a TV and a big family couch over there, so when you cuddle up with our children- I can watch you and smile while doing the dishes.” He referenced your mini series, making you chuckle. “And look there, I even have a little fridge.” He pointed at the corner where a little beer fridge was stowed away in-between the kitchen cabinets. “I can keep my beers there, so they don’t take up space in the actual fridge and get in your way.” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “What do you think of it?” He asked, grinning. “Is this the dream kitchen?”

“This is the dream everything,” you corrected him.

“C'mon,” he chuckled. “Let’s go see upstairs. Unlike the house in your story, this one has three levels instead of two. Oh, hold up.” He grabbed your hand and stopped you before you headed for the stairs, pulling you towards the sliding doors that led to the backyard. “We’ve got an entertainment deck on the side that you can access through that door,” he pointed it out for you and you nodded. “Then these doors lead to the backyard, where we don’t have a pool but can install one because there is a lot of space out there. It’s also a good space to dance to Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect’,” he teased another reference and you chuckled again. “The laundry’s behind us on the right, I think? Then there’s a back room which I’m thinking of turning into a den where I can watch football games and be a slob with my friends out of sight, so you don’t go into labor early.” He tried not to laugh as he referenced another moment in your mini series.

“Okay,” you laughed. “Quit referring back to my story, you weirdo.” You shoved him playfully and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you to steer you towards the stairs. “You keep saying you’re with me because you’re in-love with me,” you teased, “but I’m starting to think otherwise.”

“Drats,” Chris clicked his fingers together, wincing. “My plan has been revealed, my true colors are out.” You laughed, poking his side which made him laugh as he squirmed. “I’m sorry your stories are so freaking amazing that it sticks with me.”

“Just show me the upstairs, you dork.” You bit playfully and he smiled, taking your hand and the lead as he walked up the staircase. You found yourself admiring the hardwood floor as you walked up each step, it was a dark chocolate color which you loved; a very relaxing and calming color scheme throughout the whole house. “Ooooo.” You pulled your hand from his and walked into what seemed to be the master bedroom. “Is this our room?” You circled the room while Chris stood in the doorway; he nodded with a smile. “This is huge! Wait- what’s the wardrobe situation like?” You quizzed and Chris laughed because he’d expected that question from a fashionista like yourself. “Is it a walk-in?”

“You tell me.” He moved to open the double doors you didn’t notice and revealed a huge- like Carrie Bradshaw’s wardrobe from Sex and The City huge- walk-in wardrobe. Your jaw dropped for the fifth time that day and you let out a breathless chuckle. “One big and beautiful side each.”

“Christopher Robert Evans,” you turned around with a smile so wide that it was hurting your face. “You are- you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” You walked over to him as a smile appeared on his face; one as wide as yours. “This is- by far,” you emphasized, wrapping your arms around his neck, “the most amazing and shell shocking thing you’ve ever done for me. How am I meant to live up to all of this, Chris?”

“I don’t need you to live up to anything, sweetheart,” he chuckled, resting his hands on your waist. “Just having you in my life, Y/N, it’s enough.” You smiled, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “You chose me. I mean- you’re twenty years old, you had a whole world waiting for you- a whole life to live out and- somehow, you decided to settle with me.” You felt your eyes narrow as you tried to correct him, but he spoke again before you could. “I know,” he quickly said. “I know I’m Chris Evans and I’m amazing and you’re lucky to be with me, but- that’s not how I see it. I…” He trailed off, unable to explain what was running through his mind. “I never thought this would happen for me,” he told you and you felt your eyes well with tears. “I mean- I spent so many years trying to settle down and start a life with- a myriad of different girls. None of them worked out and- I don’t know why, but it just didn’t.”

“Chris,” you reached to brush the tears he had forming in the corner of his eyes.

“No no no,” he chuckled, gently pushing your hand away. “I’m not- those are happy tears because upon meeting you, I realized why they didn’t work. The universe was making me wait for you.” More tears welled in both your eyes as he said that. “I think it’s a little unfair that it decided to make me wait so long, I mean- sixteen years for you to even be born into this world? That’s a little cruel.” He said and you both chuckled. “But um-” his voice quivered as he smiled through his tears, “I realize now that- the wait was everything. If we were the same age and I’d met you early in life, we wouldn’t be together right now. I think I’d be too much of a hot mess for you to want to spend the rest of your life with me.”

“Chris,” you both started to weep, chuckling, “you’re wrong. I would’ve loved you through a thousand lifetimes,” you told him. “That’s why people call it soul mates, right? You fall in-love with someone’s soul, and nothing else. I think-” you placed a hand on his heart, “my heart would’ve known you were the soul waiting for me. So you’re wrong,” you told him and he chuckled, tilting his head back to stop himself from weeping, “I would’ve loved you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need to live up to anything. You’re fucking killing me with just your words,” he said and you chuckled as he brushed your tears away with his thumbs. “Just promise me you won’t ever leave me and- I promise you, we’re squared.”

“I promise,” you drew yourself closer to him and his arms wrapped around you, hands pressed against your lower back. “I am yours eternally. Even if we die and come back as-” you chuckled, “Barbara and George.” You both laughed at the randomness of those names. “I’m going to find you and live out whatever life we’ll create together. Because I love you, like- imagine my love is like Mount Everest, 'cause that is how much I love you.”

“You know what, Barbara,” he chuckled when you giggled, “I Mount Everest love you too.”

“Believe me,” you smiled, inching your lips closer to his, “that message has been well received.”

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Part 5B

Should I do a giveaway with all my old band merch?

#11 - What went wrong?

Read: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,  Part 9, Part 10

Also, any text that are in italics are in the past and the rest are in the present form.

Wednesday, 15 June 2017

Jay took the cab home and he specifically told the driver to take the longer route. He just wanted more time to himself to figure what to do. He was staring out of the window, looking aimlessly at the streets of Seoul. 

Should he just tell you or don’t and hopefully this situation will slowly pass away. But how? He is about to become a father, how the fuck is he going to hide this from you. 

You: Oh my god, you scared me! I would have spilled all the sauce on the floor. 

Jay had snuck into the kitchen and hugged from behind. He then moved your hair away from your neck and placed light kisses on it.

You: When did you get home? And stop doing that. I’m cooking right now. 

Jay: I just got home and I think you’re the first person to ever reject my kisses! What are you cooking, babe? Smells really good. 

You: Isn’t it obvious? We’re having pasta tonight and this is the sauce. Here, taste this for me.

You fed a small spoonful of the sauce to Jay.

Jay: Mhmm it’s so good and can’t wait to eat when it’s done. I’ll go and set the table?

You: Yes please! And I bought a few drinks that Jas recommended. They’re in the fridge. 

Jay: Wow..you never drink during dinner. I like this new you.

You: It’s because the drinks you buy are always so strong. 

Jay kissed you one more time before letting you go to set the table. 


Jay: You should make this for my parents when we visit them next. I know my mum would absolutely love it! 

You: Yeah I’ll make it for them but I’ll add more vegetables to it. Maybe some zucchini or eggplants?

Jay smiled at you and he wouldn’t stop.

You: You’re starting to scare me, babe. Are you having an allergic reaction or something? 

Jay: How did I become so lucky? I’ve got the best girlfriend in the whole fucking world. You’re fine as fuck, cook so well, loving, caring, kind, funny, perfect in every-

You: Alright, alright I get it. You don’t have to list all the adjectives in the whole vocabulary to describe me. I know I’m the best.

You flicked your hair and Jay laughed at you. 

You: Just don’t fuck up and I promise I’ll always be there for you. 


Jay unlocked the door and took a deep breathe. He put his thoughts aside or at least tried his best to, and put on a smile for you. He took off his shoes and headed down the hallway to the living room. He saw that you had already set the table, a red rose in the middle with tealight candles around the kitchen. He looked around but didn’t see you. 

Jay: Baby? Where are you? 

No answer. 

Jay called out again. He then saw you emerge from the bathroom. He noticed you didn’t look too well. Your hair was a mess, no make up on and you were wearing your pjs. He knew something was off since you’re always dressing for the occasion. 

Jay: Hey babe, are you okay? 

Jay walked up to you and held your face up. 

You: I don’t know.. I think I have food poisoning or something. I’ve vomited like twice today. 

Jay: Twice?! Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve went home early.

You: I didn’t to bother you because I know you’re busy with the tour and stuff. 

Jay pulled you in and gave you a hug while rubbing his hands up and down your back. You felt slightly better in Jay’s arms but then you remembered tonight’s special occasion.

You: You must be hungry, Jay. C’mon let’s eat.

Jay didn’t want to let you go but he had to. 

Jay: You go sit down and I’ll get the food, okay?

You nodded.

You poured wine into the two glasses and Jay came back with the food. He set the dishes down and went back to the kitchen to get the rest.

Jay: Mhmm pasta and garlic bread, my favourite! 

You smiled at him and clinked the wine glasses together. The two of ate dinner in silence since you weren’t feeling too well and Jay knew it. He didn’t want to bother you but at the same time, the silence filled his head with the same thoughts that he have been trying to hide from you. He needed to stop thinking about it.

Jay: So let me guess, ice cream for dessert?

You: You know me too well! I’ll go get it.

You came back with Jay’s favourite ice cream flavour.

Jay: Where’s yours? 

You: I don’t feel like having dessert. Hey wait here, let me go get your present.

You went to the second bedroom where you kept his presents and when you walked out, you saw Jay was cleaning up. He never did this on his own. You always had to nag him to do it so why was he doing it voluntarily? You shrugged it off seeing it was your anniversary and Jay was being nice and all. 

 You handed Jay the brown paper bag. 

Jay: Shit..presents? You know I’m not a present type person. You didn’t have to-

You: Babe. Stop it. I bought it already so just open it.

Jay opened the bag and took out an Adidas shoe box. You bought him the latest kicks. It was very minimalistic. It was white in general but it had blue strips on the front and back. You always liked the colour blue on Jay, blue suits him. 

Jay: Oooo nice! I like them, you know I saw these the other day and was about to buy them myself. Luckily I didnt, hey? 

You: Yeah lucky. There’s another present in there as well.

Jay reached into the bottom of the bag and took out a small leather box. 

Jay: Is this a proposal, [Y/N]? 

You: Very funny and it’s not. Sorry to disappoint. 

Jay opened the box and saw it was a gold watch. He took it out the box and saw it had his initials on the face on the clock. He then looked at the leather band and saw your personalised message. It read: Together always xx

Jay: Thanks so much, baby! But umm…I didn’t get you anything…I didn’t have the chance to go shopping and…

You: I’m glad you like them and that’s ok. I wasn’t expecting any presents anyway. I’ve got you and you’re all I need. 

You reached it and gave Jay a kiss. 

Jay: I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, okay? 

Jay kissed you back harder and longer. He then guided you towards the sofa and laid you down.

You: Jay….

Jay looked into eyes and you could a sense of sadness in them. You haven’t been this close to his face in a while and tonight, you saw something different. He had dark circles, his eyes were tired and his cheeks were more prominent then usual. You could sense something was bothering him. 

You: Not tonight. I’m not feeling too well…sorry.

Jay: Sorry? Babe, you don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay. You should rest anyway. Wanna go to bed now or should we watch something?

You: We just ate, Jay. Let’s watch a movie then we’ll go to bed.

Thursday, 16 June 2017

You woke up at the usual time and something felt different this morning. Jay’s arms were around your waist. This hasn’t happened in a while since he was either out the door before you woke up or he would be facing the other side of the bed. You tried not to move too much but after a few minutes of scrolling through your social media, you needed to pee. You tried to move his arms off slowly but he wouldn’t budge. It was like he didn’t want to let go of you. Feeling the urge to pee, you pushed his arms off quickly. Jay let out a quiet sigh and opened his eyes.

Jay: Where are you going?

You: Bathroom and I’m sorry for waking you up.

Jay let out a small smile and then he dug his head into your pillow. 

When you got out of the bathroom, you saw Jay’s phone on the kitchen table. Strange. His phone was like his life. He had most of his song notes, contacts, photos on it and he usually brings it to his bed. He would never leave it lying around even when he’s at home. It is always on him. You picked it up and saw several messages from Gray. You scanned the lock screen and Gray seemed to messaging him the same thing. 

Where are you? / Why aren’t you answering your phone? / Are you with [Y/N]? / Pls call me asap / This is important Jay, pick up your phone! 

You went back to the bedroom and Jay was still in the same position. You climbed back into bed with him and rested your chin on his shoulders. Jay turned around and kiss you on the cheeks. 

You: Gray has been trying to reach you. You should call him now, it sounds urgent.

You handed Jay his phone and he saw the lock screen but he put it on the bedside table. He then turned back to you and you tilted your head to the side.

You: You’re not going to call him?

Jay: It’s probably something stupid. I’ll deal with it later. 

You: Are you sure? Sounds pretty urgent. 

Jay: Don’t you worry, babe. Now can we please cuddle?

You pushed Jay’s hair back and focused on his eyes.

You: Jay…you look different. Is everything alright? 

Jay let out a sigh and tried to pull you but you hesitated.

You: Something is bothering you. What is it?

Jay: It’s nothing. Just work and shit. 

You looked at him closely and tried to get him to talk.

You: You’re lying.  

Jay then turned to the other side of the bed. Facing away from you.

Jay: Drop it, [Y/N]. I don’t want to talk about it. 

You: No, I’m not dropping it. Talk to me and maybe I can help you. Is it something to do with work? Are the tour managers stressing you? Maybe you should ask Simon to help you ou-

Jay: [Y/N]! I said drop it! You’re the last person I want to talk to about it.

You: Are you fucking with me, Jay?! I’m your girlfriend and part of it means that I’m here to help and support you. Why won’t you let me in? I tell you all my problems so why can’t you do the same? It’s not like I’m going to judge or anything. 

Jay: I told you to fucking drop it!

You let out a loud sigh and headed to the living room. You couldn’t stand being in the same room when the two were mad at each other. Just as you sat down on the sofa, Jay walked out of the room. He had changed out of his pjs and headed towards the door. 

And you watched the door close behind him. 

i need some fair opinions pls :/

So, as some of you may know, I’ve been uploading a few performances from the new Cosmic Explorer BluRay. Personally, I know that there is a demand, and most of my Western viewers are really enjoying the uploads!

But on the contrary, the Japanese fans are seriously angered at me right now. Here is one surprising comment I got (translated):

prfm-uk has no manners or morals as a fan.
He can not understand that what he is doing is an act of harassing the three members of Perfume.

Despite being scolded by Perfume Official (when did this happen lol) at the time of sale of TOKYO GIRL, he scattered the sound source of the instrumental and Houseki no Ame and repeatedly troubles Perfume and Kyary Pamyu Pamyu this time as well.

I think that he is no longer a Perfume fan, but rather an anti-fan; harassing Perfume members and enjoying annoying and vandalising behavior.
I have reported him to Perfume Official and fan club PTA, so I hope that the officials will come on Monday and give prfm-uk severe punishment.

And the YouTube world is not sweet.
I have seen a lot of uploaders who repeat such acts and that can not understand manners, but these kinds of people will sooner or later be subject to punishment and disappear from the world of YouTube.

If prfm-uk wishes to act as a fan for a long time, he should keep good manners and rules on YouTube, but I do not think that this person can understand it.

- fan service sweet fan service bitter

Yeah, people aren’t happy :0

I have two main lines of argument here:

  1. Amuse has monetised my videos, meaning that they get all of the money from the adverts on my videos. They haven’t blocked them, meaning that they are fine with the actual uploads.
  2. If you are a true fan as dedicated as you say, then you would have bought the DVD/BluRay regardless, and many people have already pre-ordered it.
  3. Me uploading clips from the DVD evens out the playing field in terms of people saying “I’ve bought more Perfume stuff, so I’m a better fan!” so people who can afford it will still buy the DVD, while others can enjoy snippets of it online so they know whether or not to save their money up for it.

But I’m not gonna go ahead and say that I’m right and everyone else is wrong. I’d really like some opinions on what to do here. Thank you! prfm-uk out <3

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Request: “Can u do one where y/n is a Youtuber and she is filming a video "my parents react to my boyfriend on Ellen’ and Justin just says cute things about her? Love your work”


Y/N’s POV:

“What I have to say?” my mom asked still when I had already moved behind the camera. I groaned and covered my face. I started already regret my choice to make a video of my parents where they will react one of my boyfriend’s interviews.

“Just react to it. Whatever comes to your head, mom. If it’s bad, then you will say that it is bad. If it’s good then.. ugh, anything else? Dad?” I moved my gaze over my dad who was sitting next to my mom. “Everything okay” he showed a thumb and I nodded.

At least someone had a map of what to do, I thought. “Okay, so we’ll start now then. In three.. one.. two.. three!” I clicked the camera on.

I had shooted earlier the part where I told about the topic of my video and introduced my parents there. Now it was time to shoot the main part where they reacted on the video which I had chosen to them.

It was from one of Justin’s interviews in the Ellen Show a couple months ago. My mom was a huge fan of Ellen and I could notice how excited she looked when she watched the video.

Justin walked in and my mom turned the volume higher. I just tried stay as calm as possible behind the camera when I followed them and their acting.

“Y/D/N, look he is wearing that shirt which I gave him last Christmas” mom commented to my dad who couldn’t seemly care less. Justin sat down on a couch with Ellen and they started chat friendly.

After few minutes small talk Ellen laid the first ‘real’ question on the table. I took a better position behind the camera and focused the camera closer my parents.

“I heard that you guys celebrated the 2nd anniversary day last weekend” Ellen said and Justin nodded back quickly and looked to the camera.

I was on the backstage that time and he knew that I saw it too from there. He had asked me to come with him but I had said no. My own videos and shooting them gave me enough excitiment to my life already.

“Yeah, true” Justin answered back and smiled big. “I brought her a little trip when I got a few free days.. or well to be honest, took a few free days” he continued.

“Ooh, that must be that when they were in St. Barts” my mom said to my dad. They were doing just great. That was just what I wanted.

Real reactions and conversation. Plus they did it the way like I wouldn’t have been there. I was very pleased already.

“Did you bought Y/N anything special?” Ellen continued on the video.

“Well.. I bought her a necklace and a few other things which I might not mention here” Justin looked on his toes in the end and audience cheered.

I felt myself embarrassed because my parents heard that but they just chuckled softly and talked about the necklace. “It was a really beautiful, Justin has a really good taste” my mom said. My dad kept just nodding

“I’m happy that we got a son-in-law like that. Seemly I have nothing to teach him” my dad joked. My heart melted and I would have wanted just ran there and hug my dad so tightly. He was so cute.

That was maybe that moment when I finally his acception to our relationship. Not that, I would have cared about it, will he accept it or not, but it was still important.

“So you think that she’s love of your life?” Ellen laid the next question on the table. It made Justin blush lightly on the video. He looked shyly on the camera and bit his lower lip.

“Yes, totally. I mean, I don’t even know where I would be right now without her. That may sound a bit too dramatic but she gives me a reason to live and continue working on things, I believe in…” he covered his face.

He wanted cover those emotions which he felt while he talked about me. He wanted cover his tears which run down his cheeks. They would have been happy tears but he wanted show that side of him just for me.

I would have wanted to start cry on that point too but I had to contain myself. I had seen that video a hundred times before but those words still got me everytime.

I noticed my mom and for my suprise, also my dad wiped the corners of their eyes. They didn’t say anything but their reaction itself was enough to tell everything.

“Aww, it’s okay. We all know how much Y/N mean to you. You’re really lovely couple” Ellen tapped Justin’s back and made him raise his head up. “Big boys won’t cry” he mumbled himself and showed that big smile to everyone. Audience clapped their hands for him.

“So when will we be hearing about those wedding and baby news?” Ellen winked and made everyone in audience wake up and excited to hear the answer.

“Let’s see then. We haven’t really thought about those things yet but on some point. I let you know when it happen” Justin chuckled. Some in the audience yelled 'c'mon’ but Justin just turned his head over that person and looked her softly.

They shared still few words before Justin hugged Ellen who thanked him for coming. The video ended after that. My dad closed the laptop and I walked on the stage too.

“So here was the video for this time. I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave comments below if you want more if these kind of videos. Also remember press that little red buttom next to my name if you like my videos and want be the first who see them. Have a nice day everyone!” I said to the camera and waved in the end before I went hug my parents.

I ran to close the camera and look at the video. It looked perfect. “How do I look?” my mom moved next to me look at the video. “Just great” I smiled before I closed my camera and put it on the table to wait for next part of te project.

“Thank you again for coming to shoot that video with me. You helped me a lot” I thanked my parents when they were already leaving from my house. “You’re welcome, sweetheart” my mom said and kissed my cheek. “Anytime” my dad added and smiled.

They closed the door behind themselves and I walked back to my office finish my project. I opened my laptop and copied videos there. I was ready to start edit. This will be a long night, I thought, but it will be worth it.

12:08am | via Instagram |

@ Y/N : Heyyy, guys! A new video 'My Parents React to My Boyfriend on Ellen’ is out!📽 Go check it out


Both Amadeus and Madeline use their brains in Totally Awesome Hulk #1.MU

We have two stories by Marvel newcomers. Brian Edward Hill teams up Amadeus with White Fox to save North Korea from a monster. There is some mild flirting, some cool action…and then a plot twist comes. And I have to say, this is a clever twist – the story played it this way that it managed to get me tricked as well, so the reveal was a pleasant surprise.

The second story, by Leah Williams (who you might know on tumblr as @handaxe ), focuses on Maddy. It’s a backup story, so it’s pretty simple and straightforward. But gives a nice look at Maddy and shows her as both very competent and logical and also emotional and excitable at the same time. In many ways she reminds me here of younger Amadeus back from Incredible Hercules days and reminding me of that book is a big plus for me. As a cherry on top, we get a new take on Lady Hellbender, showing her as more serious and caring for the monsters, than I remember her from her aberrance under Pak. I like it, it gives more layers and nuance to the character.

I really hope this book will start of two great careers in Marvel for both of those writers. So, guys, if you have some money and haven’t bought this book already, maybe consider buying it? It’s standalone and is pretty good, you won’t regret it.

the shortest order

gift for @separatefictions

A/N: merry christmas and a happy new year lauren! i hope your holidays have been great and that you enjoy the fic.

(shout out to nai aka @hiddenpolkadots for all the help with the desi knowledge <3)

pretending to be in love with james potter would be hard for lily evans… except for the small fact that she’s pretty certain she’s been in love with him since sixth year anyway.

rating: G (some swearing)

word count: 4,600

28th December, 5.31pm

The door slams shut behind them and they’re thrust into the dark, until James whispers lumos and the cupboard is flooded with dim light. In the dark, Lily hadn’t realised how small the cupboard is but, now she can see, she realises that she and Potter’s chests are separated by mere inches. He grins down at her, “Alright, Evans?”

“Never better.” She smiles back up at him, cheeks still flushed from sprinting.


She raises the shoes so he can see them. “Check.”

“Merlin, we’re good at this.” James says, “Think I might have to employ you as my fake girlfriend for the next family wedding.”

“Fake?” Without realising it, they’ve moved closer, the shoes squashed between them.

“Well…” Lily can feel herself flushing as James’ head tilts down towards her. Before he can finish his sentence, the door is flung open and they jump apart, Lily’s back crashing into the wall.

Two weeks earlier, 1.21pm

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Only Make Believe // Chapter 8: Arienne’s Lament

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December 19th

Nevena returned the leather bound journal she was eyeing up back to the stall where she found it, smiled awkwardly at the woman selling, and shuffled along to the next stall. She would come back and buy it - she was after a new journal anyway and it wasn’t like the woman or the stall were going anywhere. The market was an Edgehall staple according to Ineria. People from all over came to shop, especially just before Christmas.  It was also busier than usual because this was the last market there would be in Edgehall before the New Year - so many people were finishing off their last minute purchases.

Next to the stall selling leather bound books and journals was a glassware stall, where to the far back one man was shaping white hot glass; and another stood at the forefront, showing hand blown baubles to a woman in a bright red coat. Beside that was a stall selling jars of sweets in different sizes. There were stalls set up all over the main highstreet and in front of the shopping centre and people bustled around trying to get from one to the other. Nevena was alone, having become separated from her sisters, her parents, and Cullen when they arrived and was enjoying the solitude for now - even if she wasn’t enjoying the being bumped into and the disapproving glares.

Visiting the market was Ineria’s idea, and it was a good one. Denerim had a weekly market, but it was nothing like this, where it was bustling and nothing was the same, everything was bespoke and original. Nevena always enjoyed outdoor markets because of the variety and the choice - given enough time she always found something that caught her eye and she would take home. She remembered markets in Ostwick where she had grown up. They were larger than this, and there was always entertainment for children while the parents shopped. She hadn’t been back to Ostwick since she moved to Denerim. Sometimes she thought about taking a short trip for a few days, going back and seeing what had happened to her childhood home. The idea never came to fruition. It wasn’t as though there were a lot of happy memories in Ostwick, anyway.

The atmosphere was just delightful too. Since the prior evening and the long discussion they had, the air in the cabin and between Cullen and Nevena was a little tense. Maybe, in part, because he’d divulged so much personal information, but Nevena believed it was more to do with how much better she knew him now. It was almost like he was waiting for her to tell him something about herself. That now he shared his past with her, it was her obligation to do the same. He didn’t say it, but that was the impression Nevena got.

She wanted to. She didn’t like clamming up every time the thought of her ex or the mere hint of him came up. And she felt like she owed Cullen a more personal insight into the person she was. He was honest and upfront with her, after all. There was that fear, though. Roselyn knew the truth about her past relationship and the personal revelations that came before the breakup. Roselyn knew, because Nevena trusted her implicitly and because she knew Roselyn wouldn’t judge. Alistair knew bits and pieces, because Roselyn told him when Nevena said she could.

Telling Cullen… would open a whole new can of worms. She didn’t want him to judge her harshly for her behaviour. She didn’t want him to see her in a negative light or to turn on her because she didn’t act in the best way when she ended things.

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Auston Matthews: Toronto Maple Leafs #34

***Austons POV***
“Come on, you are telling me that you would rather sit here and do nothing all night, alone, then go and hang out with Steph and I?” Mitch said again for the hundredth time in the last day.

“Why would I want to go and third wheel on yours and Stephs date?”

“Because it is not just me and Steph going tonight. Steph is bring on of her friends to the Jays game tonight.”

“And so you need me there because…?”

“Listen (Y/N) is a really nice girl and is completely single. She is going to be going to UoT in the fall and she needs some friends. Eventually you are going to end up meeting her so why not tonight?”


“And what?”

“And, there is always a catch to this.”

“I may have already bought an extra ticket for you, so you are coming.”

“Fine, but Mitch I swear if there is anything else,  I will kick your ass.”

***Your POV***
“Steph, I have so much unpacking to do tonight, I could come see a Jays game any other time with you. Why does it have to be tonight?”  You asked, thinking of all the other things you could be doing tonight rather then sitting here.

“Okay so there may be a catch 22 with tonight”

“Steph. What did you do.”


You looked at her, rising your eyebrows at her tone.

“Okay, well I did nothing. Mitch on the other hand I can’t account for.”

“What the hell is he going to do?”

Before Steph could answer, Mitch showed up behind her, carrying drinks and food.

“Mitchell, one of those better be for me, since you made Steph drag me here.” You stated sarcastically.

“Okay, first. We’re going to tone your attitude down. And second, keep it up and this won’t be yours if you don’t.” Mitch said putting his hands on his hips after handing you your drink and taking his seat between you and Steph. You laughed at his poor attempt to sass you, before realizing there was an extra seat between beside you. Before you could ask who the seat was for Mitch stood up.

“Hey look who decided to show! I thought you were lying when you said you were going to come! Anyways, you know me, you have already met Steph. Auston, this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Auston.”

You each exchanged hellos before Auston sat down. Pulling out his phone it gave you the chance to glare at Mitch and Steph. Steph noticed immediate, well it took Mitch a second to realize you were looking at him.

“What?” Mitch asked, oblivious to the disapproving look on your face.

“I know what you’re thinking Mitchell and no.” You hissed  

“I’m bot doing=g anything other than trying to enjoy a Jays game on a beautiful day.” He replied smirking.

“Mitch I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face.”

“What, you don’t trust us?”

“After last time? Not a chance in hell.”

“This time it will turn out better. I promise.”

The last time Mitch and Steph tried to set you up it went terrible. Mitch decided that you were lonely and needed a boyfriend. So he decided that Matthew Tkachuk would be the perfect guy being the newest recruit to the London Knights. You went on a couple dates and it was all going well until you found out 10 months into the relationship that he had been cheating on you for 2 months. You swore you would never date anyone else that they tried to set you up with. Let alone one of Matthews friends and American team mates.

After the game was over all you wanted to do was go home. But Steph had the idea to go out to dinner. You couldn’t take another hour sitting next to Auston again. For the first few innings you had tried to be polite by making small talk. Asking him how he liked Toronto so far. And how hockey was going. But quickly conversation died off and the rest of the game was spent in uncomfortable silence, while Mitch kept yelling in your ear when unfair calls were made.

Reluctantly you agreed to going out for dinner, considering the restaurant was close by you all decided to walk. Mitch and Steph walking hand in hand, well you and Auston trailed behind.

Auston was the first to brake the science. “How long have you known Mitch and Steph?”

“Steph and I grew up next door to each other. So when she started dating Mitch, he and I became friends.” You nodded at your answer unsure what to do now.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were seated quickly, Steph must have noticed your discomfort during the game an decided to sit next to you in the booth, but yet you were still seated across from Auston.

“What are you going to study at UoT (Y/N)?” Auston asked.

“I’m going all the way through for criminology and physiology.”


“It’s a fancy term for studying crimes and criminals. It’s kind of like a detective and forensic anthropologist in one.”

“What’s the physiology for?”

“It’s the study of the body and the mind of living organisms.”

“How long have you been interested in this stuff?”

“Since she first started to fry bugs in the backyard with a magnifying glass” Steph chimed in from beside me. “She was the freaky kid next door that no one wanted to play with.”  She laughed.

“I wasn’t that bad.” You mumbled under your breath, embarrassed that Auston knew that now. No you shouldn’t feel embarrassed, why should you care what he thinks of you.  (Y/N) you can’t fall for him. Young lifted your gaze from where it was on your drink well you played with the straw, well Steph was talking about what you used to do when you were younger.  Auston was looking at you. Your eyes met for a brief second before Mitch coughed. Your eyes shifted to Mitch’s gaze.  Gosh you wanted to lean across the table and wipe that smirk off his face.

“Is there a problem Mitchell?”

“No not at all (Y/N).” The smirk still present on his face.  Auston looked between the three of you, knowing that he was clearly missing something.  You excused your self from the table and walked outside.  

“I told you this was a bad idea Mitch.”  You heard Steph say, knowing her she would be right behind you following you out the door.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), I’m sorry okay. I told Mitch it wasn’t a good idea and I should have pressed harder. But please don’t take it out on Auston he’s a really nice guy and totally oblivious to what Mitch and I were trying to do.” She said catching up to you.

“You know he’s friends with with Matthew. I’m not about to date another hockey player, let alone one of Matthews friends. You know what it did to me and I’m not about to put myself through that again!” You looked up to go and see a person appear behind Steph. You sucked in a breath hoping he didn’t hear much of what you had just said.

“(Y/N) what are you staring at- oh.” She said well turning around. “Well, I think that it would be best if I give you two a minute.” She said heading back to the restaurant to re-join Mitch.

“I’m sorry, I, I, I um I don’t know how much you hear, but it’s nothing personal that I have against you its just that…” You trailed off with Auston still looking at you, you on the other hand couldn’t take your eyes off the ground.

“I didn’t completely know what Mitch was up to when he asked me to come the game today. Although he did tell me that you were going to be coming. It wasn’t until a few minutes ago that I realized what he was trying to do. But I guess his masterminded plan didn’t work very well.” You smiled and laughed. “ No it didn’t.”

“Listen (Y/N), I’ve known Matthew most of my life, and ya he can be a dick sometimes and it sounds like he hurt you pretty bad. But I don’t plan on hurting you and I would really like a chance. Just not with whatever plan Mitch had in mind that plan is probably crazy based on how today went. But just a date and if you don’t like how the first one goes you don’t have to go out with me again. We can then just be friends.” He said smiling.

You pressed your lips together thinking for a moment. “Okay, Matthews. I will go on a date with you.”



“Are you two done yet or can we leave now?” Mitch called from the doors. You and Auston looked over to see Steph smack him in the back of the head. You looked up at Auston and smiled. “Ya we can leave now.” You called over.


3 days later there was a knock on your door.

“I’m coming!” You called well running to the door. You opened it to reveal Auston with a bouquet of flowers.

“Woah, slow down Speedy Gonzales where’s the fire?” He laughed.

“Hi!” You smiled

“Hi, you look nice. Um these are for you.” He handed you the flowers.

“Thank you. You look nice too.”

“Are you ready?” He asked holding out his hand. You accepted his hand and closed your door behind you.

You nodded before walking down the hallway and stepping into a new relationship.