he stuttered his words

anonymous asked:

c h u b b y ! d a n

*warning; sexual harassment related themes*

+ Dan’s been acting strange all day, but still insists he’s fine and everything’s normal.

+ He keeps staring off into space and Phil has to wave his hand in front of his face several times to get his attention. Finally Phil just slams him against the wall, pinning him there by his wrists.

+ “Dan, what’s going on with you?” He asks, figuring that must have gotten his boyfriend’s attention. Dan sighs, blushing.

+ “You know how I’ve been getting a bit… chubbier?” He asks. Phil nods. He’s more than aware; Dan’s stomach and thighs have been getting more cuddly and he loves it.

+ “Yes…?” He asks, narrowing his eyes. “Do you not like it? Because I’ve told you, your body is-”

+ “No, no, it’s not that,” Dan interrupts him, searching Phil’s eyes and chewing on his lip. “I’ve been getting these… comments.”

+ “Are people being rude? I swear I’ll-”

+ “No, Phil. Most of them aren’t mean… they’re…” Dan trails off, his gaze falling too his feet. “Just let me show you.”

+ Phil lets Dan lead him to his room, sitting on the bed as Dan leans over the desk, opening his laptop.

+ “They’re a bit…” he pauses, his face tinting pink. “Dirty,” he mumbles.

+ “Excuse me?” Phil stands up, moving to the desk to look at his screen, and Dan steps aside.

+ The first thing he sees is a comment saying, “fuck i wanna eat him out. i want my head between those chubby thighs, damn” and a bunch of people agreeing.

+ Phil’s seething. He crosses his arms, facing his boyfriend, who’s blushing and avoiding his gaze.

+ “Read them.”

+ Dan stares at him. “What?”

+ “I said, read them.” Phil raised an eyebrow. “Read them to me.”

+ Dan slowly approached the computer, watching Phil nervously as his eyes scanned the words.

+ “I-I want to…” he stuttered, licking his lips and glancing at Phil. Phil nodded for him to continue. “I want to go down on him s-so bad… and k-kiss him all over… he looks so much better with a little bit of fat…”

+ Phil silently dropped to his knees in front of Dan. “Keep going,” he muttered, tugging at his zipper.

+ “He’s so fucking sexy now, I’m so jealous of his boyfriend. I’d love to f-fuck him until he screamed…” Dan read, biting his lip, and Phil scowled, tugging down his zipper roughly.

+ “I w-would leave marks all over those pale thighs, m-make him look so pretty, all covered with my…” Dan flinched. “…my cum…”

+ “Block whoever said that one,” Phil growled, tugging Dan’s jeans down his hips and mouthing him through his boxers.

+ Dan gasped sharply, squirming automatically, but Phil grabbed his thigh tightly and held him still.

+ “Keep reading, princess.”

+ “I…” Dan started, his breath hitching. “Phil, I can’t-”

+ “Keep reading,” Phil repeated, digging his nails into Dan’s soft skin, his voice a sort of low sickly sweet growl that had Dan shivering.

+ “Yes s-sir,” Dan mumbled, moaning softly as Phil pulled his boxers down, licking a long stripe up his thigh. “I d-don’t even know who he is, but I… if I met him in a bar I would take him home, no doubt.”

+ Dan paused to whimper as Phil nipped at the sensitive place on his inner thigh, and god he was so close to the place Dan wanted him to be.

+ “I’d fucking tie that slut down and-”

+ Phil had heard enough; he pushed Dan back on his bed, moving his legs so they were wrapped around his head. He bit at Dan’s sensitive skin gently, humming when Dan moaned from above him, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Phil’s hair.

+ Dan arched his back, whining as Phil took all of him to the back of his throat, bobbing his head expertly. He knew Dan this way, only him. Only he knew all the ways to get him screaming so loud the neighbors could hear.

+ “Mine,” Phil whispered, digging his nails into a particularly chubby part of Dan’s thigh, brushing his fingertips up his stomach. “My pretty chubby baby, all mine.”

+ Dan nodded, whimpering and trying to keep himself from thrusting into Phil’s mouth. “Yes, daddy. Please- all yours.”

+ And right then, they both knew it. No one else even stood a chance.

Stalker

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Requested: Anonymous said: can you make a scenario where Jung kook’s gf feels like someone is following her and she call guk to come and get her

Excerpt: “Please come get me. I’m scared,” you sobbed into the phone, reality finally dawning on you,

“Calm down, where are you what’s going on?” Jeongguk’s low, calm voice began to calm you down

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Length: 1.1k

A/N:  slightly based off an anime scene that I saw eons ago and honestly cant remember the name although it was super cute

[UPDATE] the anime is called ‘say i love you’ and thank you to everyone who recognised and commented it as it’s been annoying me for a while that i forgot!!

Originally posted by bangtanboys-official

“Thank you for staying so late, Y/N,” your manager called as you left café, the cold night air nipped at your features and you pulled your jumper sleeves further down your hands. As you looked around, standing in the shop light as you tried to untangle your headphones, your eyes locked onto a figure standing in the shadows slightly to the side opposite the shop.

You blinked, your heart beginning to race as your eyes began to get used to the light, the figure becoming more defined and all of a sudden your heart dropped. The man was a customer who always hung around, managing to accidentally brush hands with yours and often sat in the shop a long time after he’d finished his coffee. You recognised him because he was wearing his suit, and it always surprised you that he never seemed to work spending all his time in the cafe his eyes following you around the room; they were doing the same now.

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BTS Reaction: Falling for an english speaking fan

Request:  BTS reaction to seeing an English speaking foreigner at their fanmeet in Korea and them being immediately attracted to her?

A/N: Sorry about the wait anon, enjoy xx

Jin:

Originally posted by missbaptan

Jin would be completely unsubtle but also utterly suave. The minute he saw you he would gently nudge Namjoon next to him before nodding his head towards you, Namjoon immediately catching on to what he meant and nodding in agreement. When the time came to meet you properly, he would try his best to stutter as many words of english as he could, making sure he called you ‘pretty’ while Namjoon snickered at his feeble attempt at flirting in the meantime. Regardless, it would be guaranteed that he would leave you feeling flustered with his supermodel looks and special glances aimed only at you.

Yoongi:

Originally posted by minpuffs

Yoongi would be out of character in that he would be shameless in keeping you for far too long at the hi-touch, gushing over your gifts for him and keeping every sweet smile to be aimed in your direction. Despite not being fluent in english, he made his affections for you quite clear which didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the members, who would also be shameless in poking fun at their usually ‘cold’ smitten rapper.

J-Hope:

Originally posted by minshoseok

Hobi would be a little unsure of what to do in this situation as he wanted to give equal attention to all his fans but, for whatever reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were radiant and when the time came for you two to meet one on one he would be so flustered, taking your hand in his sweaty one and telling you sweetly but quietly that you were very pretty and that he liked your hair before letting you go on to the other members, his longing stare following you the whole time.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by taestylips

The language would be absolutely no problem for Joonie who would have no issue in telling you how goregous he found you, catching your eye every now again and throwing you a cheeky wink. The entire meet and greet you would almost be having a secret conversation with him with silent glances and cheeky giggles. What you didn’t expect was at the end of the meet and greet one of BTS’ staff to give you a piece of paper with the leader’s number on with a message on it reading ‘to my beautiful fan, I want to know you. This is my number, text me if you want. RM <3′

Jimin:

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jimin would be completely blown away by how attractive you were and attracted he was to you. When he saw you carrying a sign with his name on it he blushed and grinned at Tae while nodding towards you, feeling smug that he was your favourite. He found his eyes wandering to yours regularly and when he finally met you he found you even more electric close up. He would simply smile and chuckle at your adorable ways as he reluctantly allowed you to meet the other members, not before making it clear to them that he was your bias though.

Tae:

Originally posted by jeuguk

Tae would be so extra. Every move he made throughout the meet and greet would be done with the intention to either impress you or get your attention; usually achieving both. He would go from being unbelievably sexy, sending you frequent smoldering glares to being a total goofball and dancing round the stage like a mad thing to the delight of his fans, yet you seemed to know it was all for you. Guaranteed, whatever he was doing he was doing the most.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by jibeom

Immediately, as soon as he saw you he would be feeling self conscious. Was his hair right? Why did he wear this outfit?? Did Jimin look better than him??? He bet you were a Jin stan… but no, every time he made eye contact he was sure your eyes were on him first… was it because he had something in his teeth? His eyes always found yours to ensure you weren’t checking out the other members, for whatever reason he wanted your undivided attention because somehow, you well and truly had his. 

Meet You Downstairs

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As Jack descends in the elevator to the basement, it strikes him that he never knew his condo building had a rental suite. Between his hockey commitments and hermit tendencies, there’s still a lot about his own home he doesn’t know despite living here for six years. It’s part of the reason he offered to help out around the building: to keep himself social during the summer season. His parents talked a lot about building a community of friends outside of work, and he knows his way around a toolbox so. Why not?

The basement is… really creepy, actually, reserved for the storage lockers and recycling bins. Even the parking garage is a level up and more inviting than this. There’s only one hallway so Jack follows it, certain he’s going the right way when he hears the voice through the wall.

“It’s fine, Mama. I know you wanted to help me pick out a place but this one is great. It’s in a nice neighbourhood, very secure… Yes, I got your pepper spray in the care package, but please, this is Providence, not New York City.”

Jack doesn’t mean to eavesdrop but he can’t help but notice how young this guy sounds. In a building where the average condo sells for over two million dollars, most of the neighbours he sees in the halls are retirees or working professionals. There aren’t many parties, which he appreciates.

He knocks on the cheap wooden door which rattles in the hinges. No wonder they’re renting this room out instead of selling, he thinks. There’s shuffling on the other side, and Jack hears the boy… man say “Goodness, I think the custodian is here already… of course I have pie who do you think I am? Call you back, love you.”

The door opens and there’s a lingering moment of silence as they each look at the person across from them. This guy looks to be a few years younger than Jack, a bit shorter, lean but with well-defined muscles he can see quite clearly thanks to him wearing the shortest shorts that could possibly be considered not-underwear. He’s staring. Oh boy, he’s staring and he needs to not be doing that so he drags his eyes up and they stall on the loose neckline of his tank top.  

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anonymous asked:

the gang seeing you all dressed up for the first time

(At first, I thought it said: “The gang getting you all dressed up for the first time” and omg, could you imagine? Like Sodapop is doin’ your nails while the other boys are looking through your closet to see what outfit you should wear.) anywAY

- Everyone’s jaw drops, like everyone. Their heads turn and they all stop to stare at you.

- Steve breaks the silence by WHISTLING at you like “Damn!” and Two-bit starts right after by hollering flirtatious things at you like, “Hey, baby, lookin’ good! I bet you’d look even better in my arms, huh??”

- Ponyboy’s face is beet red and he literally can’t look away. There’s so many things he wants to tell you. He’s already thinking of cheesy love poems to write you and how he honestly believes he found his ‘one true love.’

- Dallas is a sucker for girls being all dressed up so as soon as you stepped out, the cigarette he was about to light falls out his mouth and his eyes widen. He’s like,,, so stunned. Abort mission, he is a horndog, he’s going to follow you all night long and use every smooth line in the book to get a knockout like you. 

- Darry’s become light pink and he’s so speechless. He clears his throat and tries his best to look away but he kEEPS LOOKING OVER, HE CAN’T HELP IT. He wants to tell you how stunning you look in the most gentlemanly terms but he just can’t pull himself together.

- Johnny cannot keep his wide eyes off of you, he’s looking at you up and down and he just wants to smack himself because he can’t help it. He stutters and stumbles over his words when attempting to compliment your appearance. His mind is screaming “Wow

- Soda dead ass makes a move on you the first few seconds you step out. He literally slides over and leans against the wall in a suggestive and flirtatious manner and says the cheesiest fucking pick-up you’ve ever heard.

- Steve and Soda compete each other for you due to bro-code and Johnny is the next to try and make a move and he’s so nervous, he’s trying his best.

Secrets

Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

Rick and Morty’s Stutters

So I’ve noticed in a lot of Rick and Morty fan comics and fanfictions (not that there’s a lot of) that people try to incorporate Rick and Morty’s stuttering, which I absolutely love as a person who stutters and went to speech therapy for several years. However, I often times see people just making them stutter on random words, or have them stutter on literally every word, which is not how stuttering works at all. To help everyone out, here’s a quick guide on Rick and Morty’s stuttering that I complied while watching some episodes. 

Morty’s Stuttering:

Morty tends to stutter more at the beginning of sentences, and at certain conjunctions (connector words that attach two sentences together - think “and”). His stuttering seems to get worse when he is under pressure, overcome by emotion, or when he’s thinking fast. 

He mostly seems to stutter on:

  • the T/Th sound, when followed by an “a” or “e”
  • the J sound, when starting a rushed sentence or saying the word “just”
  • the B sound, mainly when saying the “buh” sound or the word “but”
  • the D sound, mainly when saying the “duh”  or “di” sound
  • the Y sound, usually when saying the word “you”
  • the I, as in the word “I” or “I’m” or on the word “it”
  • the W sound, usually on question words (”Who/What/Where/When”) especially when he’s rushed, or the word “we”
  • the H sound, when starting a question (think the word“how”?)
  • the L sound, at the start of sentences and when followed by “e”

Morty will also say the same words twice in the same sentence when he’s stuttering, because he either is talking too fast and couldn’t get all the words out smoothly or because he stuttered while saying it. A lot of people that stutter do this. An example would be:

“Aw, geez, Rick! Did - did you really have to shoot that alien in front of everyone?”

See? The repeated word was “did”. Here’s an example of him stuttering and repeating some words:

“Aw, geez, Rick! Did - did you really have to shoot that alien in front of everyone? J-Jessica will never talk to me again! Th-that’s it! You’ve gone too far!” 

He also uses “Rick” often times as a “crutch” word, or a word he repeats a lot unknowingly when talking. People who don’t stutter even have crutch words as well, so this is not really related to his stuttering but more to his speech pattern. He usually only repeats his crutch word when talking to or about Rick, which Rick then does in vice versa with Morty’s name. 

Rick’s Stuttering: 

Rick seems to stutter more in the beginning of sentences, in the middle, and when he’s drunk. It gets worse when he’s burping, trying to talk his way out of something, or when he’s angry. 

He mostly stutters on:

  • the Y sound, or more specifically the word “you”
  • the Sh sound, especially when he’s drunk and when its followed by “e”
  • the I sound, especially on “I”, “I’ll”, or “it’s”
  • the Th sound, followed by “a” or “e”
  • the D sound, mainly when saying the “duh”  or “di” sound
  • the W sound, on question words or the word “we”
  • the H sound, on the word “how”
  • the C sound, on words like “can”
  • the M sound, mostly when he’s drunk

He will also repeat his words a lot too, and does so a lot more when he burps in the middle of them. Like I said earlier, he often uses Morty’s name as a crutch word, especially when talking to him, and he will stutter usually while saying it. An example of Rick talking would be:

“Y-you know what, Morty? Maybe I had a reason to shoot that alien! Sh-she was a parasite alien, Morty!, and was going to plant eggs in everybody at y-your school!”

However, I didn’t make him stutter on all of the words/letters/sounds he has trouble with. People who stutter can often times correctly say their trouble words with no problem, if they think about it or if it’s just by chance. I wrote Morty’s sentences like this too, seeing as he doesn’t always stutter on his trouble words either. Also, stuttering usually doesn’t happen more than once or twice in a sentence. 

Example conversation with Rick and Morty stuttering:

“Aw, geez, Rick! Did - did you really have to shoot that alien in front of everyone? J-Jessica will never talk to me again! Th-that’s it! You’ve gone too far!”

“Y-you know what, Morty? Maybe I had a reason to shoot that alien! Sh-she was a parasite alien, Morty!, and was going to plant eggs in everybody at y-your school!”

“I don’t care, Rick! That was one my shot with Jessica! I’m - I’m never talking to you again!”

“Aw, c’mon, Morty! You- you can’t be serious! Th-this’ll all blow over in a week.”

“I-I’m serious, Rick! You’re - you’re such a dick!”

“Fine, you little asshole! We’ll see what happens next time you’re in trouble! I-I won’t help you at all!”

Well, that’s about it for this post. Feel free to add anything or make corrections! I may later edit in some of Rick and Morty’s trouble word/sounds I missed earlier. If you have any questions, shoot me as ask. 

Business and Pleasure - Part 10

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,201

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by little--batman


The two of you had fallen into silence, both seemingly lost in thought. The appetizers were delicious, but you couldn’t do more than pick at them. You were too distracted by your thoughts to focus on eating.

So much had happened in so little time. Sure, it seemed like you had your best friend back, but who knew how long that would last. He seemed sincere earlier, but there was no way to guarantee that the two of you wouldn’t get into another stupid argument and find yourselves right back where you started.

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theother-fiftyone  asked:

ok um i'm trash but um can i have a fic where like michael is really protective of jeremy (for whatever reason) and just everyone is gay and it's great

Ay, back at it again with the late replies to asks I should have done ages ago (IM SORRY). Hope this will suffice, thank you for the prompt!

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The plan was for Jeremy to get out of hospital, ask out Christine and live a normal high school life as a normal high school teenager - now with a few more friends. What Jeremy wasn’t anticipating was Michael’s change in attitude when he got back.

Michael, his best friend for twelve years, had suddenly become very… attached to Jeremy. He hadn’t noticed at first, focusing more on his plan to ask out Christine or catching up on any work that The Squip had previously deemed ‘uncool’ or ‘useless’. But as the days went by Jeremy began to notice Michael’s presence more and more. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for Michael to have his bad days and follow Jeremy around for the majority of the school day but by the end of the week Jeremy couldn’t think of one instance where Michael had left his side.

When Monday came, Jeremy found Michael waiting outside his house to walk to school. The two stood side by side as Michael hopped along the pavement with his headphones around his neck, looking around as if he was expecting someone to pop out behind the passing houses. As he began to calm down, Jeremy took a closer look at his best friend. He noticed that his eyes were slightly more droopy than normal, little bags had begun to form underneath them. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing the wrong shoes, as if he was in a hurry to leave the house. Despite this, Michael still wore his generic giddy smile on his face, the look which made Jeremy’s heart melt slightly on the inside.

At lunch time, Rich and Jake approached the two, asking if they wanted to join them at their table in the far corner of the cafeteria. There sat the rest of the group - Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine - eagerly waving at the best friends. Before Jeremy could reply with some cheap excuse as to why he wasn’t feeling well all of a sudden, Michael jumped in between them, turning to Jeremy.

“Come on dude, lets go sit with them! It’ll- It’ll be fun,” he stammered out the last past, suddenly dragging his best friend across the hall before he had a chance to protest. Under his breath, Jeremy heard him mutter “no harm done yeah? Yeah…”

Jeremy, naive Jeremy, brushed off the encounter as Michael just acting up as he sometimes did. But a few days later Jeremy was walking down the hallway on the way to his next class when he heard Michael catch up to him, skidding to a stop once he reached his best friend.

“How was math?” He small talked, slurping the remains of his slushie.

“It was fine, I guess. I wish Mr David would ease up on the homework though, I’m starting to get-” before Jeremy could continue, he was stopped in his tracks by Michael. He turned to see a mixture of anger and fright on his face, a look that really didn’t suit him. Jeremy tried to follow his line of sight but was cut off by Christine shouting his name from down the hallway. He looked back and waved, but when he returned to his best friend’s gaze it was gone, replaced with what looked to be a sympathetic smile as he saw Christine.

“I’ll… uh- catch up with you later Jer,” he mumbled before setting off in the opposite direction without letting Jeremy say a word.

Jeremy tried to give Christine a decent conversation but it was clear he was distracted by something else. He kept turning to look down the hallway in which Michael had seen something, making him stop dead in his tracks. He couldn’t help but wonder what he had seen. Jeremy briefly heard Christine asking if he was alright, to which he replied some rehearsed nonsense about being tired from schoolwork while he continued to focus on the hallway.

It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that he discovered what Michael had been so frightened of.

Jeremy had just finished play rehearsal with the gang and was making his way through the school hallways to go home. Just as the doors came into sight, he spotted a group of - maybe two or three - boys hanging around the doorway, blocking the entrance. They seemed to be waiting for someone, so Jeremy naturally assumed they were one of the many friends of Jake or Chloe. However, as he began to approach, one of the boys spotted him coming and alerted the other two of his arrival. Confused, Jeremy stopped walking and spoke up;

“Um hi… could I get past please? You’re kind of blocking the door,” he stuttered, trying not to mess up his wording in front of the intimidating boys. But neither moved an inch. Instead, the main boy came forward, speaking slowly and articulating his words so precisely it sent a shiver down Jeremy’s spine.

“That was kind of the point mate,” he chuckled and the other two joined in. “We were just waiting for someone…”

“Oh…” said Jeremy, slowly shifting his feet. “W-who?”

Deep down, he already knew the answer.

“You.”

Now, Jeremy had dealt with bullies before, being a loser and all. He was used to the unoriginal insults and the occasional shove. But these guys were clearly not messing around, going out of their way to wait for him after school and everything. Jeremy took a step backwards in fear.

“You’re the guy that possessed my brother yeah?” The main boy snarled. Jeremy’s face twitched for a second, taking another step back.

“P-possessed?!”

“He told me bout it. Said some dude in his drama rehearsal tried to take over the whole cast. Course, the guy doesn’t care now. He’s way too forgiving for his own good my brother,” the boy continued, slowly inching forwards. His friends had now joined his march a few feet behind him. “Fortunately for you, I’m nothing like the guy. I’m a solid believer that you deserve what’s coming to you buddy.”

Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He couldn’t keep retreating forever, the gang would eventually catch up to him, and there was no way he was going to slip past these three boys. Caught up in his thinking, he stopped retreating. Jeremy realised his mistake too late as he felt his whole body smash up against a locker. His head smacked the metal plating behind him, causing an immediate headache to rush into his head. He blinked and locked eyes with the bully.

“Or maybe, I just want an excuse to beat up a nerd,” he smirked, lifting his fist to the air. His two friends stood back, watching the whole ordeal go down without interfering. Jeremy shut his eyes closed and tensed up, preparing himself for a blow to the face at any moment.

Instead, he felt his body suddenly drop the ground as a loud grunt came from the boy. Confused, he peeled his eyes open to see the previously menacing boy sprawled across the floor with a bloody nose. His two friends had stepped back in fear at the cause of the punch. The guy responsible stepped forward and glared at the two, signalling - or warning - for them to leave. They did as instructed, picking up the brother and rushing out the door without saying a word.

Jeremy’s head had began to ease up just enough for him to start to process what had just happened when his arm was flown over a shoulder and he was heaved up onto his feat. The familiar smell of weed and slushie suddenly hit him and he knew exactly who had come to him rescue.

“Michael?” He spat out, turning to face the boy. Now that he was fully standing on his own, he could focus on the boy. Michael’s face was covered in sweat. His eyes glimmered with a hint of fear and relief at the sight of his best friend and a large bruise had begun to form on his knuckle from where he had punched the bully.

“Michael,” he said again, this time more definite. It was at that point where Michael’s intimidating persona faded as his eyes began to well up with tears. He flung himself onto Jeremy and dug his head in his neck as he began to sob.

“I’m- I’m sorry I just…” he muttered through his tears, “I heard them… when you came back to school- they were talking about what they were going to do to you- and I just… I just wanted to make sure that you were ok-”

“Thank you Michael,” was all Jeremy could muster before his eyes too began to fill up with tears. The boys sat there, in the school hallway, for about ten minutes silently crying until Jeremy sat up and pulled Michael up with him as they slowly made their way out of the building.

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“Morning!” Jeremy greeted his friends by the school entrance. By his side was Michael with his bandaged knuckle and huge smile on his face.

“Morning bro!” Replied Jake. The group shared a quick conversation before entering the school and as they walked down the hallway Michael stood proudly by Jeremy’s side.

“Oh my gosh Michael,” exclaimed Christine as she noticed the white bandages across his hand, “what happened? Are you hurt?”

“Don’t worry Chris,” replied Jeremy, putting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, “he’s got it under control.”

Just up ahead, a brief conversation between Rich and Jake could be heard.

“Now that I think about it, my bro was acting a little strange last night. He came home with a broken nose and started ranting on about this dude in a hoodie.”

“No way!” Rich cried, “your bro got beat up by some kid in a jacket?”

“Yeah yeash,” replied Jake who appeared to be pondering the thought. “He said someone about him being utterly terrifying, looming over him and protecting his lanky best-”

Slowly, the two boys locked eyes and turned to find Michael’s hand bruised after Christine insisted on changing the bandage. He looked up to see the boys staring and smirked. Turning to Jeremy, he flew an arm around his shoulder and paraded forward, passing the two as he went. Turning round, Michael brought his damaged hand up to his eyes and returned the glare, signalling NOT to touch his best friend in case they also wanted a piece of what he could do.

Deep down, Michael just wanted his hand to heal quicker. He couldn’t press the buttons on the controller properly with a bruised knuckle, but the image of being a type of bodyguard for Jeremy - it made it all worthwhile.

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Hey love your blog!! Could you please do a Kai imagine with him being all sweet and cute while trying to apologise to you (like he did to bonbon) you can choose why. And he gets all nervous and starts stuttering and tripping on his words. Thank you so much xxxx


The heat of the oven engulfed you as you bent over to retrieve the brownies. You nodded to the music that was currently playing in the background as you stuck a toothpick into the chocolaty goodness, checking it. They were perfect.

“Stress baking?” 

“Jesus!” You cursed, jumping in the air to see the one and only Kai Parker standing in your kitchen. His shoulders were somewhat tense, hands shoved into his pockets lazily. “What do you want Parker?” 

“I wanna say sorry.” You remained silent, stirring the mixture for the next batch of brownies. “I was an ass, okay?” Kai couldn’t take you not even looking at him. He had messed up and he knew it, he felt horrible. 

“You pushed me away.” You said, turning to face him. 

“I…I was scared. Okay, Y/N, I was scared? You… I don’t know. Dammit.” He fumbled, nervously rocking on the heels of his feet. “You mean so much to me and I was scared because I thought you would hurt me, so I hurt you before you could do that.”

“That makes no sense Kai, I love you. And I’m always there for you. I would never intentionally hurt you.”

Kai took two long strides towards you. “…I’m s-sorry, okay? I’m so sorry.” You grinned up at him, taking his hand. Kai gripped onto your hand, he wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers again. “Will you forgive me? Please forgive me…” He rested his head on top of yours. 

“I forgive you.” You whispered as he began rocking the two of you side to side. 

Kai exhaled softly. “Feelings are hard.” You nodded in agreement. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have a brownie now?”

Got7: dating Yugyeom would include

•  being set up by one of the other members
•  like they’d see how much yall liked each other when you first met, and they were tired bc neither of you were admitting it
•  he’d be forced into asking you out but ends up being thankful that he did
•  since he’s v shy when it comes to you, he wanted to prove to the others he could ask you on a date
•  which resulted in him stuttering over his words as he remembered what Jackson and bam told him
•  "listen, y/n’s not gonna like you if you freeze up, so-“ “right right right, you gotta go in with the big guns bruh, just be STRAIGHT UP” “mhm, make sure to be intimidating” “make sure to wear something sexy to show off your neck bruh, y/n would love that-”
•  he’s glad that he didn’t listen to them and stuck to his guts, which is him pouring his heart out as he looked anywhere but your eyes
•  honestly his breath would hitch when you took his lil hand and confessed that you felt the same
•  ever since, he’s still pretty shy and reserved when it came to you
•  esp when the others bring you up, he likes to keep your relationship between the two of you
•  except when they’ve had enough of catching yall always making out in his room when you think they can’t hear
•  he’s filled your room with stuffed toys and matching jewelry
•  every time he goes away, he makes sure to buy something cute for you so you never forget about him while he’s somewhere else
•  calling you really late at night when he can’t sleep
•  bc he misses you in his arms and cuddling Bambam just doesn’t feel the same
•  many inside jokes that you don’t even get tbh
•  listening to music together on rainy days
•  whenever yall fight, Bambam is the first person to knock on your door and also knock some sense into you
•  "that boy is in love with you bruh, you can’t just break his heart and not talk to him. He’s ruined like 3 of my shirts with his crying.“
•  going on insane and scary rides together at theme parks, and comforting each other bc you were pretty sure he almost died
•  watching sappy movies and crying in each others arms
•  singing to you when you’re sad bc he knows it always cheers you up
•  or makes you cry even more, but he’ll take the chance
•  watching the stars really late at night and having to get a bug out of gyeom’s shirt bc he’s freaking out
•  he does that thing where he scratches your knees and laughs hysterically when you actually are ticklish by it
•  making you wear his warm and comfy clothes when it’s cold
•  having to accept Bambam as the third wheel, but you wouldn’t have it any other way 💛

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One Hundred Miles Away

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Request: oh what about a dad!shawn one where the reader and their 1 year old son surprise him at an ellen interview? (Shawn thought they were in Canada)

Word count: 2,401

One Hundred Miles Away

“Hello everybody and welcome to today’s show! We have the most exciting guest for you and a fully packed show” Ellen started, looking into the camera.

It already gave me butterflies, knowing my hubby Shawn would walk out at any second now. I still can’t believe, I got to keep that one.

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my favorite jimon trope is jace pining hopelessly for simon.

i mean, i love mutual pining SO MUCH but reading jace just not being able to handle anything simon does because his heart just beats uncontrollably and his hands sweat and he stutters over his words… HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE SO COOL AND CHARMING AND SMOOTH BUT HE’S SO GONE ON SIMON AND HE CAN’T CONTROL IT.

i need like 30k (maybe college au?) of jace watching simon from afar and pretending like he can’t stand him, having to see him and clary together and feeling his heart break everyday, and then feeling so terrible when they break up because he feels relieved and happy and clary is his friend, how can he be happy that she’s sad? (and hello, jace is so familiar with guilt complex and we know it).

but a couple months later it gets worse because simon starts dating a guy that is so perfect for him: they’re both nerds, he’s so open and funny, he’s been all over europe and promises simon to show him around italy first change they have… and jace thinks “this is it. i’ve lost him forever.”

BUT SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS, OF COURSE SIMON WAS IN LOVE WITH JACE THE WHOLE TIME. AND SOMEHOW JACE AND SIMON START SPENDING MORE TIME TOGETHER. AND THEN ROMCOM STUFF HAPPENS AND SIMON’S BF GOES AND TELLS JACE: “I CAN’T COMPETE WITH YOU. HE’LL NEVER LOVE ME LIKE HE LOVES YOU.”

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prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

You were a nervous wreck, sat across from Baekhyun in a quiet corner of a random café, nursing your third cup of green tea to help with the butterflies in your stomach. The air between you both was silent, neither of you saying anything. Instead the awkwardness was just prolonged, like an itch that wouldn’t stop no matter how hard you scratched.

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Request: Could I request a Archie Andrews where your dad works with his and you have to drop something of your dads off at Archie’s and he’s like just out of the shower or something???:;)

A/N: Aw this is cute and makes me happy.  I love writing some fluffy stuff. 

see more of my work here 

Words count: 854 words

Warnings: there’s like one curse word and also abs still not doing this right

Originally posted by alectightwood


You rocked back and forth on your heels, hands gripping the manila folder your father had given to you to deliver to the Andrews’ house.  You had knocked a moment ago, but there was no one who seemed to be coming, so you reached forward to knock again when the door swung open just as your fist met the wood.

Slowly lowering your knocking hand, you looked up to find Archie Andrews standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water falling from strands of his soaked red hair.

“Hi!” He grinned awkwardly, looking at you strangely.  “Y/N.”

Trying your hardest to keep your eyes on his eyes and not his abs, you nodded stiffly.  “Archie, hey.” You had not felt this uncomfortable in ages, suddenly finding the boy you had made a painting with once in the first grade one of the most attractive people you’d seen in months.  You shook your head to rid yourself of these thoughts, thrusting your hand with the folder forward.  “Sorry, this is from my dad, for your dad.”  

“Right, he had said your dad would be dropping something off.”

You raised your eyebrows a tad, “He uh, got caught up in something.  Told me to shuttle it over.”

“Well, thank you.” He took the folder from your hand.  

“See you around.” You spun on your heel, but quickly turned your head over your shoulder as he cleared his throat.

“Um, sorry if I’m overstepping my boundaries but… I’ve heard you know a lot about music.” At your confused face he stuttered over his words even more, “From Ms. Grundy!  Ms. Grundy told me she didn’t really have the time to tutor me, but that there were some people I could talk to if I was really interested.”

“You make music?” You cocked your head.  “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, well… I just started.  I wrote some songs this summer and I think it’s what I want to do for the rest of my life.” You smiled.

“Well.” You shrugged. “If you want someone to help you out, I’m totally down with it.”

“Great!” He grinned, and it made you happy how he didn’t try to mask his excitement.  Too many guys in your life wouldn’t allow themselves to be seen in this sort of an excited state, but Archie had no worries.  “Are you free now?  I me-mean  we don’t have to.  Whenever you’re comfortable.”

You let out a breathy laugh now, “Yeah.  Yeah I’m free now.” Your eyes suspiciously bounced from his eyes to his towel around his waist.

“Oh, yeah, I should probably change.” Once he did, he grabbed his guitar and sat with you on the porch.

“Oh, my god.  Your guitar is gorgeous.” Your eyes wide in awe at his guitar made him giggle, handing the instrument over to you.  “I can’t believe I’m holding something this beautiful.”  Archie stared at your nimble fingers on the strings as you began to pluck some seemingly random pattern out of your head.  

“How long have you been playing?” He asked, interrupting your little moment.

“A few years,” your eyes stayed glued on your hand wrapped around the neck of the guitar.  “You?”

“A few months,” he laughed.

“You’ll get here.  It’ll feel like nothing in no time,” you assured him, handing the guitar back.  “So are you gonna play your songs for me, or what?”

For the following hour or so, you and Archie went over his songs.  Of course, you were thoroughly impressed by his natural knack for songwriting, and for someone you hadn’t really known all that well, you two got along very well.

“Hey Arch-” You both looked up sharply to see Fred Andrews standing in the doorway, a wide grin on his face at the sight of you two.  “Ah, your dad said you’d be here.  Thank you for dropping off the papers, Y/N.”

“No problem,” you smiled.

“What are you guys working on?”

“Just my music.” Archie answered, gesturing to you. “Y/N’s helping me.”

Fred nodded, a happiness in his eyes. “Well thanks for that too, Y/N.” You nodded, looking down to the sheets of chords and lyrics in front of you.  With your eyes off of him, Fred sent a wink in his son’s direction.  Archie flushed red, shooing him away before looking to you.  

“He’s thanking you, and I haven’t even yet,” Archie teased, “Thank you.”

You didn’t even look up from what you were working on.  “No, really it’s no problem.”

“Okay, well it means a lot to me,” he sighed.  “You’re really doing a lot for me, and we don’t even really know each other.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you gulped, “However we made some nice ass paintings in the first grade.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah, we did.” It was quiet for a few moments.  “I want to.” You looked up, confused.  “I want to know you.”

“Well I don’t have to be home until ten,” you trailed off.

Archie smiled.  “Well then, in that case… can I take you out for a milkshake?”

EXO: dating Chanyeol would include

• probs tripped over you as you were too short for his eye sight
• will bust a tear if he sees you’re hurt, and keeps apologizing though he’s done no harm
• so he’s like ok she’s alright and I didn’t kill her…wait what the heck I’ve never seen anyone this pretty what-
• cue Chan stuttering over his words as he tries to get your number or convince you to see him again
• ofc you can’t refuse, you can already tell he’s such a sweetheart
• you’re always in awe of how sexy his voice sounds over the phone
• sometimes just pausing and letting him talk about whatever this dork talks about
• probably complaining about baekhyun tbh
• speaking of the other guys
• oml they’d love you to death!!! Esp baekhyun and suho bc you make this man so happy and he deserves the world for always working hard
• ok so kyungsoo might be a lil hesitant to like you at first
• or that’s what you assume. He’s actually very impressed that chanyeol picked someone as smart and lovely as you and he’ll warm up to you soon, don’t worry
• staring at him as he gets lost in the music while playing the guitar
• convinces you to sing as he strums along
• always making fun of your height (no matter if you’re the same height or taller than him smh)
• piggyback rides
• laying your head on his tummy while watching movies
• and he’d play with your hair, unaware of how good it feels when he moves his slender fingers and always making you fall asleep
• crying together while watching goblin (esp when his song comes on omfg)
• wrapping his long legs around you at night and having his head buried in your neck
• randomly picking up your hand and playing with your fingers to get your attention
• teaming with Kai and pranking him
• getting you back by taking pictures of you in your sleep
• but that’s not even payback bc you look hella cute and yeah he’s gonna save that in an album on his phone shh
• almost getting kicked out of amusement parks bc he won’t stop playing until he wins you that stuffed toy
• baekhyun third wheeling with yall bc he’s a loser and he’s all alone
• sometimes having to shove him off chanyeol so you could cuddle him instead
• becomes best friends with your parents and often calls your mom just to check in
• cooks for you when you’re sick
• cuddles you when you’re sick (puts on a mask so he doesn’t get sick too lmao)
• makes out with you wherever he feels like it
• and his lips will be stuck to yours until he’s decided to wait until you get home
• will have you sitting on top of him so you’d both be more comfortable, and makeouts never turn into anything more unless you want to wink wink
• gives you back massages and rubs your feet when you’re tired
• sending you pictures of his outfits everyday when he’s gone and you hyping him up bc he always looks good wtf
• stealing his hats and shirts
• won’t even bother taking them back
• hilarious inside jokes
• spoils you with candy and sweets
• teaching you to play the guitar and leaning in to kiss your neck every now and then
• covering your cheek with ice cream then licking it wf
• taking his glasses off and leaning in for a kiss
• being proud af when the other achieves something
• hugs are so warm and he’d hold you forever in his arms if he could
• having the most caring, soft, thoughtful boyfriend ever so pls don’t let him go 🌹 

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Panels | Tom Holland

Request: hey honey can I ask for tom holland x famous!reader imagine? reader is his celebrity crush and during an interview or trailer presentation he sips it out. Please? <3

Pairing: Tom Holland x Famous!Reader

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon for sending in my first request! Hope you enjoy reading :)

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Late Night Call

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Request: Can you do one with Shawn being upset while touring? xx

Word Count: 1,375

Late night call

You were brutally pulled away from your – otherwise – rather heavy sleeping when an annoying buzzing sounded from the bedside table. You pushed up your heavy, sleepy body with your elbows, looking around the dark room.

You rubbed your sore eyes quickly, before gazing over at the clock. 4:23 AM.

Who on earth calls at this time of the freaking hour?

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