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AntiSepticEye: Explained

Alright, I’m going to sit down and clear up anything and everything I can think of about Anti right now, so I don’t end up random-spamming for no reason and hitting my post limit again. This is going to be long, but I want people to read it, so hang tight. 

What do we know about AntiSepticEye?

- He is an entity that shares a body with JackSepticEye.
- He has proclaimed his purpose is to take over Jack’s channel.
- He was named by the community, not by himself.
- He alludes to drawing power from the community noticing him.
- He has taken over Jack three times now.
- Each time has been slightly different, for different reasons.
- Each time, he has taken over something new that belongs to Jack.
- He has knowledge of, and interacts with, at least one of Jack’s other Egos. (Doctor Schneeplestein)
- Doctor Schneeplestein, and himself, have both alluded to him being an outside entity that gets inside a person’s brain to take control.
- Jack, on multiple occasions, has referred to him as a demon.
- He has explicitly stated that he has killed Jack.
- He wears different clothing than Jack; specifically dark green hair, a black tee shirt, and gauges. Occasionally has black eyes or one ‘septic’ eye (green/blue).
- Always has a slit throat.
- Prefers to speak/type in glitched Zalgo text.
- Has associated himself with childrens’ laughter.

So what does this mean? What is AntiSepticEye?

Many have speculated that Anti may in fact be a demon whose sole purpose is to kill Jack and take over his channel. But have you noticed how he acts?

- Giggles almost incessantly.
- Twitches and glitches.
- Smiles almost constantly.
- Makes broad movements, sometimes violently.
- Points a knife at the camera.
- Holds a knife to his own/Jack’s neck.
- Reaches towards the camera.
- Directs all speech towards the camera.
- Whispers in the background.

How he speaks?

- Speaks with confidence, usually in absolutes. It’s all mine. There’s nothing you can do.
- Places blame for his existence on the viewers. This is all your fault. You just watched.
- Talks almost always about Jack. You can’t save him. He’s gone forever.
- Acknowledges social media. They all follow me now.
- Talks about the others (Jack, Schneep, Chase) as if they’re less than he is, but also acknowledges that they’re precious to the audience in a way that he is not.
- Talks about how ‘weak’ Jack is, specifically his body, and how that allowed him to take over.

All of this is attention-grabbing, it’s made explicitly to get us to pay attention to him, to Anti. He does everything in teasing trails, cliffhangers, hints and messages that get everyone talking about him and he seems to love it. But when things go wrong, he gets angry. He gets upset because he’s not receiving the attention he craves.

- I’m tired of pretending.
- How many times must we… keep fooling around? Over and over, fucking circles!
- I’m. In. CONTROL. This is MY world.
- Has become upset enough to actually swear.
- Shows extreme distaste for the mocking name of “Glitch Bitch”.
- Lashes out some with his knife.
- Talks much more grandiose than usual, especially about himself.
- Stresses that he cannot be gotten rid of.
- Thumps his chest, gets closer to the camera to stress that he is the center of attention.
- Sarcastically uses the words ‘favorite boy’ in reference to his next victim, who is slightly unclear at the moment - likely Jack or Chase.

He hates that he has to pretend to be Jack for so long in order to wind up the perfect amount of tension to get everyone involved. He hates that he had to ‘go in circles’, that he had to wind down so that he could explode again. He hates that if he stays, the hype will eventually die. He absolutely hates that people are rooting against him, with their #septicsave tag and theories of how to destroy or get rid of him. He hates that the attention may be on him, but more of it is on his victims. He hates what his hype has become. That’s why he’s upset.

So did Anti kill Jack?

Jack himself said after Say Goodbye that no, Anti did not kill him. This, according to Anti, was him pretending. So you can see why people would be skeptical of the vlog after Kill JackSepticEye stating almost the exact same thing. Anti didn’t kill me.

The thing is, this is a vlog - there is no intro of ‘Top o’ the mornin to ya laddies, my name is JackSepticEye.’ This isn’t Jack. This is Sean. Yes, there is a difference between Sean and Jack, if you think about it he’s ‘in character’ for almost all of his videos. Same for Markiplier, for PewDiePie, for any other gamer that goes by a pseudonym or nickname. They don’t always act the way they do on camera in real life, because they’re playing a character and they’ve become comfortable in that. 

So from this, we can infer that it could technically be possible for Anti to kill Jack. Because Jack is another persona of Sean’s. But did he kill Jack? Well, Schneep stated that he has almost lost Jack once before, and had to save him. We can infer that this incident took place during Say Goodbye, where Anti first took over, and Schneep must have saved Jack just after. In Kill JackSepticEye, though, it’s implied that not only did Anti kill Jack, but he also killed Schneep. We’ve seen, though, that Anti seems to be able to function perfectly well with Jack simply incapacitated. After all, if he hadn’t been killed during Say Goodbye, then what says he was actually killed during Kill JackSepticEye? Again, what Anti does is all for attention. If he really kills Jack, then he can’t ‘kill’ him again at a later date for more hype. Then again, with his frustration, he may have been forced to take drastic measures.

As far as we know, this is a ‘Schneeplestein’s Jack’ equation - Jack is either alive or dead, and we won’t know until Sean or Anti opens the box on us, revealing everything.

You didn’t answer my question. What is AntiSepticEye?

I know, you needed that information first.

It’s implied that Anti is a demon, yes, but what kind of demon? Some have speculated that he’s a Bill Cipher sort of demon, able to make ‘deal with the devil’ sort of trades, and that’s how he killed Chase. We have no evidence for this, but it’s a nice theory if you like angst. Another thought is that he’s not a demon at all but some sort of sentient virus that takes over a brain via the blood and corrupts it. Working off of the virus theory is that he’s able to take over electronics instead, although it doesn’t explain why he’s able to take over Jack’s body. These are all good theories, and mine is just one of them, but I think it has enough merit to warrant a read:

AntiSepticEye is part of Jack. Part of Sean, and his collective of Egos. He always has been. This would make it impossible for him to actually kill Jack without killing a part of himself, thus making his own form weaker. Why does Anti want to kill Jack? Because he wants to take over his channel. Why does he want to take over the channel? Because he wants attention.

But why does he want attention in the first place?

This is something I’m not sure anyone has actually covered, at least not that I’ve seen. Anti’s been constantly referred to as a demon, but if he’s part of Jack, then what does that mean? He’s one of Jack’s demons. His internal ones. In my mind, he’s less of an Ego like Markiplier’s, and more of a Side like Thomas Sanders’. He’s the embodiment of Jack’s greediness, his want for more attention and more views. It’s something that definitely helps him, likely motivates him to make sure he gets videos out and stays on schedule, but when left unchecked it does things like make hype over sudden, unexpected merch.

The thing is, Anti feels frustrated. He feels ignored because he tried so hard to make this happen, to build up to his grand finale of actually killing JackSepticEye, and the community ruined it for him by defending Jack, and Chase, and Schneep, and even the Egos he hadn’t even targeted. They made him upset by using the #septicsave tag, which by a large majority was used to separate him from the rest of the egos– from the rest of himself. It was used to make him seem like an outsider, something other, something evil. They wanted to save the others from him, but they stopped caring about Anti himself.

The first time he surged, everyone was focused entirely on him. They drew fanart, made theories, but it was all about him and that’s what he wanted. He wanted to feel heard and feel like he existed because before then he’d never been noticed. Jack had never put him out there to be noticed. He loved it so much he appeared not too soon after, introducing Jack at PAX East. The results were still positive, but not so much so, and he decided he needed to step up his game and go into hiding for a whole lot longer than that.

But when he started back up again, the short burst of hype was filled with people saying things like, ‘he’d better not come back again’ and ‘I hate this’ and ‘just get it over with’. Like people didn’t want him to show up again. Like they didn’t appreciate him. And that’s probably what upset him the most, the fact that we didn’t seem to want him around anymore. The effect was multiplied when people started making assumptions about Chase, bringing him into the equation and shoving Anti further into the ‘bad guy’ role without him doing anything. That’s not what he wanted, he wanted the attention to be on him, not his supposed victims. And because he felt ignored, felt pushed aside and dismissed in favor of the more ‘important’ sides of Jack, he got mad.

In almost all of the pictures Anti posted, even where he’s smiling, he looks pissed. His expression is tight, less of a smile and more of a grimace or snarl. He’s not smiling at all in the other two, glaring into the camera. We made him angry, we didn’t give him the attention he wanted, and so he had no choice but to yell and scream at us, to make us listen. But we didn’t listen, we just yelled back and begged him to ‘post the next video and get it over with’. Not because we wanted to see him again, but because we wanted him to be done and go.

So he did. He never posted the next video. He went back to his Jack facade (or possibly let Jack go) and left us alone, because that’s the only way he’s going to get attention. And he hates it. He hates being excluded like this.

So what do we do about it?

I propose that the next time Anti shows up, if he shows up again, we give an overwhelmingly positive response. Anti is a little messed up in the head, he may be psychopathic or sociopathic to some extent, but that doesn’t mean he’s not looking for our attention, our approval. He’s always watching us, watching us watch him, looking at our reaction to see if he’s doing it right, if he’s doing what we want him to do.

If we give him loving responses, tell him how happy we are to see him again and draw fanart of just him, put the spotlight back on him, maybe he won’t be so upset. Maybe that’s how we apologize for hurting his feelings. For making him mad. We give him what he wants, and maybe he’ll see he’s just as important to us as the other parts of Jack are, and that he doesn’t need to threaten them get our attention. He doesn’t want to be Jack, he doesn’t want to kill Jack. He wants us to love him just like we love Jack. He wants the attention, the love and support Jack has, that Chase and Schneep and Jackieboy Man and Marvin the Magician and even SepticEye Sam have. He’s always treated as a demon or a monster, or some outside virus.

But he’s not. He’s part of Jack. And I think we need to show him that we understand that.

We love you, Anti. Please come back. <3


tl;dr - Anti is a part of Jack, and we need to love and respect him.

What… am… I?

The beast towered over me, perched on its clawed toes, its twisted and ugly flesh covered in layers of sharp, smooth black carapace. It looked oily. Monstrous. It had horns on its head and beady, glowing eyes that bore into mine and seemed so familiar. As familiar as a mirror.

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Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 1

This is the ACOTAR high school AU no one asked for. This was highly inspired by @highlady-casandra and her fic We Are Young (which was amazing btw). Similar to her fic, it will be multi-POV ranging from nearly all the main ACOTAR characters, therefore although it is focusing on Feysand, Cassian, Az, Mor and Lucien will all have their own minor story lines.

Summary: It’s senior year and everyone is fighting battles they do not want to face. Toxic relationships, conservative parents and alcohol are a bad mix. Quite frankly a recipe for disaster.

I really hope you enjoy! (I have basically written the whole thing, so if there’s any interest I will post the next chapter ASAP <3)

PART 2PART 3Part 4PART 5, PART 6PART 7, PART 8, PART 9 PART 10 , PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18Part 19


“Lucien, he can’t start dictating our lives,” sighed Feyre, picking at her half eaten sandwich from the crappy canteen.  “We need to do something, even if it means tying him to a chair and making him listen to us.”

This very particular corner of the library was well hidden and mostly unused, which was to the advantage of Feyre and Lucien’s current predicament. For about two weeks now, instead of eating on the field watching football training, him and his best friend would resort to hiding in the back of a library during lunch hours. Though seemingly extreme measures, they agreed that it was to get some space from the rest of the school, but they both knew it was to avoid one person.

“I’m just worried about him, ever since his mum died, he’s been…different,” Lucien took a bite from his apple, the noise sounding louder than it was in the quietness of the library.

Feyre leaned over the table they were eating lunch on, more wisps of hair falling out of her messy bun. “He has started looking through my phone, checking my messages, my pictures. It’s like he’s expecting me to cheat on him.”

“What!?” Feyre nodded in confirmation. This was getting worse than Lucien thought. His childhood best friend was making it increasingly more difficult for Feyre and himself in supporting him. It was growing difficult in even being around him, when he was constantly snapping at them, telling them what to do and what not to do. They only had each other to voice their concerns, which did not help the rumours nor said persons paranoia.

Feyre slumped back in her chair, “Well we can’t keep hiding from him in this damn library. We have to confront him- somehow.”

Lucien nodded in agreement before changing the subject that was becoming a burden on their lives. “Can I come round yours to study tonight?”

A glint of anger reached Feyre’s eyes, “Are they being bastards again?”

“They’re always bastards,” Lucien said, referring to his severely dysfunctional family where his father hated him, his mum didn’t care and his brothers made it their goal to make everyday a living hell.

“You’re always welcome at mine, you know that,” Feyre replied, reaching forward to squeeze his hand. He was grateful, as he knew Feyre’s family dynamic was far from functional too. 

“Well ain’t that cute, looks like your girlfriend and your best friend are having a secret affair in the library every lunchtime,” said Bron, who approached with what seemed to be a furious looking Tamlin by his side. They simultaneously rose from their seats, inwardly preparing for the oncoming storm.

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Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Save Me Dumbass

Request- Oh my word I love your writing! Could I request a Stiles imagine where the reader and him go on like a cute date but then the reader gets kidnapped and is just really sarcastic with her captures and Stiles and Scott try and save the reader in the most unconventional and hilarious ways possible. P.S. I love your writing.

Author’s Note- First of all, thank you love. This request was a really cute concept, so warning it is pretty long. I hope you enjoy x

You ran out to Stiles’ jeep on your driveway. “Hey beautiful” he beamed as you opened the door and sat down. “Hey handsome” you returned, clipping in your seatbelt. “So what did you chose for date night?” you asked, as he took the jeep off park. “A drive in movie” he smiled. “Good choice” you nod, as he began to drive. When you arrived it was an abnormally busy day there, I guess it was because tickets were half price due to it closing down within the next few months. “What film is showing?” you asked, staring at all the people walking around with popcorn, drinks and snacks. “It’s Taken 2″ Stiles answered, after the lady passed you your tickets. You picked a space and reversed into it. You then both climbed out with all your stuff and set up in the back of the jeep. Stiles had packed blankets, pillows, food and even fairy lights to hang up. “You’re cute” you whispered. “I know” he winked playfully. You rolled your eyes and he kissed your forehead. You watched the film curled into your boyfriend’s chest, that was until you decided to need the bathroom. “I’ll walk you up there” Stiles offered. “It’s fine, plus when we get back people would have taken all of your cute stuff” you said climbing out. “I don’t care about my fairy lights, I care about you” he pouted, like a puppy. “Well I do, and I promise I’ll be back in five minutes tops” you sounded adamant. “Okay, well be safe” Stiles said hesitantly, not being able to hide his concern. “I will” you smiled sweetly, kissing him and walking off.

You hadn’t even walked four steps when your phone started to blow up with notifications. ‘You okay?’, ‘No guys are looking at you are they?’ ‘Tell them I have a bat and a werewolf best friend’ ‘Y/n you better reply I’m panicking’ . You stood still and turned around. “Stiles you can literally still see me” you shouted. “Just making sure” he called back. You shook your head and laughed, before continuing on your journey. You and Stiles text back and forth the whole way there, because he wanted to make sure you were completely safe. ‘I’m going into the bathroom now, I’ll text you the second I’m out’. ‘Okay baby’. The toilets were packed when you got in there, but once you came out of the stall they were completely empty. You washed your hands and dried them on your clothes, to get out of there as quick as you could. You couldn’t deny that something didn’t quite feel right. You got outside and reached for your phone in your back pocket. You started to text your boyfriend, when you felt like someone was watching you. ‘I’m on my way bac-’ you started to type, before you felt someone grab your shoulder firmly. You instantly turned around to see a hooded and masked figure, you also noticed that there was no longer people walking around, as it was now the climax of the film. “But it’s date night” you whined to yourself, being no stranger to the bad in Beacon Hills. You weren’t exactly terrified, as you’d come face to face with tons of supernatural creatures by now, and a kidnapper was hardly the scariest. Stiles must have seen that you had been ‘typing’ on the chat for a while, so he called you out of concern, which the capturer’s attention was automatically drawn to, giving you enough time to elbow him In the dick and run. You ran to the closest staff car park, which was a lot darker and quieter because no one was around. You ducked behind a car, realising that there was more than one kidnapper looking for you. You turned your phone onto silent and dimmed the brightness, before calling Stiles. “Are you okay, where are you?” he immediately answered. “There are about three masked people looking for me- and I’m in the staff car park” you whispered into your phone. “Okay I’m coming, don’t panic and just stay on the phone to me okay” you could hear the own panic in his voice, yet he tried to remain calm to not worry you. “Okay” you breathed. You looked under the car to see if you could see their feet, as they looked for you, and whatever Stiles was saying became blurred as you couldn’t see any of them. You stood up slowly and turned around, ready to make another run for it. “Oh shit- you scared me” you couldn’t help but add the sarcastic comment at the end, as you came face to face with them all. They covered your mouth with tape and shoved an empty pillow case over your head, before shoving you in the trunk of a car. Just great.

They must have sedated you or something, because the next thing you knew, you were waking up in the middle of an empty warehouse, on like the sixth floor up. You opened your eyes, seeing you were tied to a chair by your wrists. Shortly after that, you let out a small splutter. “What’s so funny?” one of the people spoke, feeling mocked. “It’s just very cliché” you criticised, with a smirk. “Someone has balls” the one that grabbed you said (the first capturer). “Clearly bigger than yours” you commented with a fake pout, referring to how he groaned like a little bitch earlier. “I like her” the third spoke, which you now knew was female. “Why don’t you take your masks off then, and we can become better acquainted”  you smiled falsely. “No can do I’m afraid, boss’ orders” the second male spoke. “And what would your boss want with me?” you asked, furrowing your brows. “You know if I was in your position, I’d be a lot nicer and do a lot of begging and less of the sarcastic comments” the first taunted. You stuck your finger up at him, with the little mobility you had and mouthed the words ‘Fuck You’, before looking back to the others for answers. Which caused the two of them to laugh, and for him to storm out like a child, slamming the warehouse door shut. “All we know is that we have to keep you here, until someone of more value comes along” the girl shrugged. Their boss clearly knows about your supernatural friends, and rather your capturers know a lot more than they’re making out, or their boss has genuinely sent them in blind, to see what Scott and the pack are really capable of. “So I’m the bait?” you quickly asked, not wanting to give too much away. “I guess you could say that” he spoke. The next few hours were torture, simply because you were that fucking bored. They didn’t ask questions, no interrogation, hell you were even waiting for a physical altercation to have something to do. The only fun you had, came from bullying the first capturer, who had stormed off a total of ten times because you were so mean to him. The worst part was that you couldn’t even try to save yourself with the training Allison had given you, because literally all they did was sit and watch your every move all day. You could blink and one of them would jump up, gun at the ready. Luckily the first capturer didn’t have a gun, like the other two, because you certainly wouldn’t have left unharmed.

Meanwhile, Scott and Stiles were having a lot more of a ‘productive’ day than yourself. I say ‘productive’ as they weren’t really getting anywhere, but the pair of them were really trying. Bless them. They didn’t want to involve the rest of the pack or Stiles’ dad yet, until they at least knew more information. Which of course they didn’t have, because the people that took you were clearly a new threat to the pack- and partially because they were acting like nervous wrecks. Stiles had stripped his murder board and replaced it with your case. In other words all he had done was place a picture of you an him together, with a string attaching it to a terrible drawing of three stick people. Scott on the other hand, was sitting on the bed searching the bestiary for answers. Which of course, would have been no help what so ever. “There’s nothing about a kidnapping creature that hunts in threes” Scott finally concluded, shutting it. “So maybe they’re not even supernatural?” Stiles suggested. They looked at each other intensely for a second, before both brushing it off and saying “Nahh” in unison. In the pair of their minds, anything surrounding the crime in Beacon Hills was supernatural based. “I could try and track her by scent” Scott suddenly remembered he was a werewolf. “You don’t have to” Stiles suddenly remembered. He grabbed his phone off his desk and waved it at Scott. “You’re going to call her?” Scott asked, confused. “No, I’m going to track her phone” he corrected, as if Scott should have known. “You have a tracking device on her phone Stiles?” he asked, judging his best friend’s overprotective and concerning behaviour. “I have a tracking device in all of your phones- Scott we all agreed to it months ago” Stiles stated. “Oh yeah” he nod his head, recalling the pack meeting on it. “To the jeep” Stiles shouted, very hyperactively. “Never say that again” Scott commented, trailing behind him.

“My boyfriend will find me” you said smugly, fishing for conversations to cure your boredom more than anything. “Good luck with that” one of them retort. “He will” you couldn’t help but have the last word. “Do you still have that tape?” the first capturer spoke again. “And he’s going to destroy you” you carried on. “Your boyfriend wont do shit” he said, getting into your face. “Well I certainly will” you bit back. He hovered confused above you for a second, that was before you forcefully kicked him in the balls, causing him to drop to the ground in pain this time. You smirked and raised your eyebrows, and the other two couldn’t help but laugh. He then stood up angrily (Still holding his balls) and grabbed the gun out of the girl’s hand. “No don't” the other male shouted, stepping in front of you. “If you kill her now, without getting whoever the fuck we’re supposed to be luring here, we wont get paid” he spoke In a low voice, which you managed to just about hear. “Yeah you cant kill me, I’m the bait” you smiled both sarcastically and smugly. He reluctantly gave the gun to the second capturer, who then passed it back to the girl. ‘You’re screwed’ you mouthed, so only the first capturer could see, after realising that they didn’t know anything about your supernatural friends. He clenched his fists and breathed, you were relying on Scott and Stiles because you knew that motherfucker wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.

“The signal ends here” Scott pointed out, staring at the locater on Stiles’ phone. He then pulled up into the empty car park and the two of them hopped out, slamming the doors shut. The sound of that echoed into the windows of the warehouse, alerting them of the arrival. “We’ve got company” the girl said, as her and the second capturer made their way to glance out the window. You squinted your eyes shut for a moment, out of their stupidity. When you opened your eyes, the first capturer was standing there with a cocky expression, he mouthed the words ‘show time’ to you, before joining the others to look out the window- and grabbing the girl’s gun once again. Meanwhile Scott and Stiles stood by the jeep oblivious, they picked up your smashed phone from the floor. “Maybe she’s in there” Scott suggested, as they looked at the large warehouse. “Nahh” they both said in unison once again. “That’s what they want us to think” Stiles said wisely, as they both went to get back into the jeep. All of a sudden, one gun shot was let off. “Stiles!” you screamed, not being able to see what was happening. You then began to pull against your restraints desperately. “Omg” Stiles said in shock, as Scott pulled out the bullet from his own arm. He turned to look up at the window, his eyes glowing bright red. “What The Fuck” the second capturer said in disbelief. “GET THE FUCKING DOOR” the first kidnapper shouted, while continuing to shoot at the pair of them from the window. The other two then ran and stood facing the door, the girl stood defenceless behind the second guy. The first capturer quickly joined them, after Scott had managed to make it to the building effortlessly. You had managed to cut one of your restraints, and were now tugging at the much tighter second one, when the door burst open. You couldn’t look, all you heard was the sound of gunshots, growling, and bodies flying around the room. You then turned to see Scott standing, looking down at the three of them on the floor. You breathed in relief, and then your eyes widened when you couldn’t see your stupid, wreckless, irrational, smart, loving, sweet boyfriend. That was until he stumbled into the room a few seconds later, completely out of breath, “Sorry, he got up all of those stairs a lot quicker than me” he spoke slowly between breaths. You looked at him and shook your head, “Save me dumbass” you interrupted. He then came over and untied your other restraint, before helping you up. “You found me” you then smiled at him sweetly. “Because I love you” he replied, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a passionate kiss. “I helped” Scott interrupted jokingly. You and Stiles pulled away and smiled at each other adoringly. “And come here you” you turned around and pulled Scott into a hug. That’s when you saw the first capturer half standing up, attempting to raise his gun to shoot Scott. Stiles must have clocked on because before you knew it, Stiles had made his way over to him. “Where are you going?” he asked, punching him in the face, knocking him back over. Which low-key turned you on, because who doesn’t fancy badass Stiles? “Who sent you?” Scott asked, as you also made your way over to him. He simply let out a laugh through his bloody mouth, and spat on he ground to show his lack of respect. “Asshole!” you muttered, punching him in the mouth, knocking him out cold. Which low-key turned Stiles on, because who doesn’t fancy badass Y/n?

The three of you climbed into the jeep. “Thanks again dad” Stiles said out of his window. “I’ll take them in for questioning, I’ll help you guys write up your police statements later, with alterations I assume” The Sherriff nodded, relating to the supernatural parts the three of you will need to edit out. “Thanks” the three of you said In unison, as Stiles started the jeep. “So is that all they said, their boss is after one of us?” Scott asked, as you began to drive away. “Yeah, that’s all” you said in agreement, after telling them both all that had happened. “Looks like we’ll need to do some research, and call for a pack meeting” Scott suggested. “Tomorrow then” Stiles said. “Why not tonight?” Scott asked. “Because me and my girlfriend here, have a date night we need to compensate for” Stiles grinned, causing you to smile. “Oh I see-” Scott laughed. It had been one of the weirdest days of your life, and one you were surely never going to forget, you were glad to have such great friends and a perfect boyfriend to stay with you. No matter how completely and utterly stupid they can be, you wouldn’t change them for the world.

Sorry its long I know, and sorry if the request didn’t turn out as funny as you would have wanted, but I sort of ran away with the plot x

It’s Goin’ Down Part 2

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Summary: Peter Pans daughter goes to The Isle of the Lost and meets Harry Hook. A month later he moves to Auradon

A/N: Part 1 Prequel slight warning: make out session

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anonymous asked:

i know you probably don't do y/n but will you please please please please write a Diana reader one for me for my birthday???? I just need angst with the reader being bruce's sister and dating diana

Alright, here it is…my first shot at this style of writing.

Originally posted by dailydcfilms

You’re his little sister, but you’re also his burden. You always have been. He doesn’t say it, but you can see it on his stoic face everytime you meet for awkward brunches or meetings to discuss what’s next for the company. He doesn’t want to be you around, so you stay away. You leave Gotham behind and you build yourself a life far away from the darkness of a city that took everything from you.

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.: how to catch a nerd 1 :.

time to make you thirst for hot nerd! peter 👅 I told nat the only fictional part of homecoming is how no one has a crush on Peter.

can you believe all peter has to do in his movie is mess up that dorky haircut of his and he’d be the hot nerd?

[how to catch a nerd tags] n/a

**dont plagiarize/repost this story**

warnings: a few cuss words

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Your best friend Sera, was very excited about you transferring to Midtown High. Your parents had recently moved to a nice, suburban neighborhood, which now put you closer to Midtown’s district.

To make a long story short, you and Sera were good friends during your elementary and middle school years, but split apart during the start of high school. You went to Hagstrom Academy while she went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. It wasn’t until the start of your sophomore year that you realized that you were going to transfer to Sera’s school after your move, and she was ecstatic to say the least.

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Sunday ramblings

We’re not really far into the solo era, but I just feel like by way of observation and reading/watching interviews lately, that it’s clear that them being solo artists is truly what’s best, and I don’t want them to ever go back to being a band like they used to. 

Just to brush on a few things.. 

Liam said recently that in 1D they were meant to show relentless enthusiasm at all times, and never discuss any negative aspects of their experience - which we as fans saw and got annoyed over several times… Shit went down that was never acknowledged and/or apologized for. Lima also mentioned that they never stopped to celebrate what they’d done. It was non-stop. Harry noted a similar thing in his RS interview when he said that the 1D tours were like a Wes Anderson movie. Cut. Cut. New location. Quick cut. New location. Cut. Cut. Show. Shower. Hard cut. Sleep. (which we all saw.. Like, Zayn developed an eating disorder whilst in the band, Liam had serious issues with alcohol, the partying, the drugs (hi weed scandal) like, there was so much stuff going on at certain points.)  Harry also mentioned in the doc that after 5 years of pressure, he finally didn’t feel any of it. And he admitted in another interview that he realized he was exhausted. (The fact that you could never truly pick up on that because he always gave 110% at every show makes me just in awe of his loyalty and work-ethic.) Hats off to Niall, Liam and Louis too, they all worked so fucking hard. Niall even said that he wasn’t as exhausted as the rest of them at the end, like, what kind of superhuman lol.. 

I remember Jeff mentioning that he was baffled by Harry’s writing talent, and how he realized that the Harry in One D was kind of the digitized Harry. Almost like a character. And like Harry said: “I wanted to write my stories, things that happened to me. The number-one thing was I wanted to be honest. I hadn’t done that before.” That says it all.. I also feel like in the last year or so, it was so clear that Harry was ready for his own career… On the last tour the interactions with the other boys were minimal, esp compared to the tours before. Journos/writers noted the same thing in their concert reviews. He was the one that was a little outside of it all. Watching what happened between Louis and Harry’s friendship throughout the years because of the larries was straight up awkward as hell. The months before Zayn left was awkward to watch, and after he left, Lilo became super close. Niall got along with all of them I feel, but even now, Harry is the odd one out. He never used to hang out with them outside of 1D obligations and I don’t think they see or talk to Harry much now either. (despite what Niall says to please 1D fans :p.) When you think about it, Harry’s sooooo fucking different from esp Louis and Liam. But let me also make it clear that I think Harry loved being in 1D. Unlike others, (ahem Zebra) he will never bite the hand that fed him. He’ll never discredit that time.

From MM and onwards, Lilo teamed up in writing sessions and got their songs through. (Def prob easier as a twosome.) Louis and Lima are loud and opinionated too, so I can only imagine some of those song discussions. (Not taking away from Lilo’s songwriting talent here, just looking at the big picture). Harry noted recently that he felt interrupted in the band as well. (super surprising lol) Interviews were often a mess, and the only one who had respect for Harry in those scenarios were Niall imo. 

After Harry left the band he took some time off to feel bored he said, but realized fast that he was dying to be in the studio again, ‘cause he had so much he wanted to say. And I think a huge part of that stemmed from him not being able to take time on lyrics and really write. An album a year, writing on the road, Lilo teaming up, with other hired writers putting their touches on each song, I think all of it hindered him to an extent. And Harry said in a recent interview that it def was weird to go into a writing session with strangers trying to be honest. And I think that’s partly why he was so anxious to get back in the saddle, why he was ready fairly quickly and why he was the first one to drop a solo album. He’d been writing for himself, planning, and building up for that moment for a long time. Maybe since he proposed the idea of them taking a break in late 2014. 

Another thing worth noting, in the Behind The Album doc is that he was SO fucking excited that he was in charge. His ideas were listened to. He was the boss, for the first time ever. When they said “Let’s first do Harry’s idea for” and Harry went “yeah, and then we’ll do Harry’s idea for something else, then after that, we’ll do another one of Harry’s ideas!”, like yeah he was joking around, but I also feel like that said so much.. And we can all get it, being in a band, like he said, every single decision was made in a democracy, and it was just time for him to make the desicions. To be a little scared.

And everyone can see the pure joy that’s Harry now. He’s soooooo happy. On stage, in interviews, everywhere. He has an energy now that is just amazing to see, he’s got that extra little spark that I didn’t see the last year or so in 1D. In Harry’s own words: “I’m having the time of my life working this [solo career] out.” and that’s clear as day. I also thought of when Cameron Crowe said that Harry couldn’t WAIT to start his interview with him. That he called him up and was SO enthusiastic, like practically giddy. And this quote from Harry is so heart-warming too. “There was something about playing the album and how happy I was that told them, [his parents] ‘If all I get is to make this music, I’m content.” ❤️ Like he stated in the doc too, he’s totally okay with not being on the level that he was in 1D again. 

And it goes for all the boys you know. I don’t follow their careers closely, but I’ve noted that they’ll all said they’re really happy that they went on this break and that they’re loving the freedom and being solo now, so it’s all good. They all look happy and well. And they’re all doing good which is nice to see. 

So yeah, just some Sunday night thoughts :) 

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“Look, if I make you breakfast in bed, a simple ‘Thank You’ will suffice. None of this ‘How did you get in my house’ business,” the young girl huffed, one hand on her hip as she balanced a covered tray in the other. “So rude.”

“Alya!” Adrien whimpered, pulling his blankets even higher to cover himself from her gaze. “What are you doing here!?”

He immediately regretted his question at the feral grin that split the reporter’s lips. He squeaked in horror when she abruptly jumped into the bed next to him, still balancing the tray of food with seemingly little effort. Leaning into his personal bubble with little care for how he tried to back away, Alya’s next words did little to calm the racing of his pulse.

“I’m here because I’ve run out of patience, Agreste.”

“P-patience?”

“That’s right,” she nodded, crawling forward so that she was now looming over his hunched form. “I can’t stand it anymore. It’s been two years. I think I’ve waited long enough for you to open you eyes…”

Adrien took a deep breath as she sat back finally, a maniacal twinkle in her eyes–

“…so this is your official wake up call.”

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anonymous asked:

I really really hope they don't destroy swan believer tomorrow, but judging by the pics I should be prepared for the worst. I love SQ, and I'm one of those that also liked Neal and wished they had developed him better, but if we look at it, Neal died to protect the town, but mostly Henry, his thoughts before dying was for his son, so the rumours and now pics of tomorrow episode only show to me that Emma may be willing to leave Henry behind to have other children with hook.i can't even.

You know…  I feel like I want to articulate something before this episode airs because after it we will probably all have lost this moment of how we feel about it.

I am not a big fan of Emma Swan as a character.  I liked her potential in the first few years but I’ve felt since, really season 3 even before the rise of CS that they kept telling me she was things that they didn’t show me.  That she was a Savior yet the town seemed to be saved by everyone.  I hadn’t really seen her do anything particularly special beyond what any other character in the main cast had done at different times.  She wasn’t the one who defeated every villain or sacrificed for the town.  In fact the only time she herself sacrificed was the season 4 final and the season 6 final when she took the Darkness and when she walked into Gideon’s blade.  But see I could point out Rumple killing himself and his father in order to save his family.  Snow and David crushing his heart to cast the second curse and save a kingdom.  Regina undoing the curse in season three.  Even Zelena giving up her magic in order to stop the Black Fairy.  Self sacrifice, pain for the greater good… for those you love is in the fabric of the show and Emma wasn’t unique in this so I never felt like they told me why I should see her as a Savior capitol S.  And it was just made worse when you would have other characters literally attribute others actions to her (Snow and David suggest she defeated Cora and Anton … when Emma had nothing to do with one and wasn’t even in town for the second, and Hook says she defeated Pan and Zelena).  It’s literally a case of tell not show about how special and heroic Emma was when if they had stuck to telling me she was a hero and a good woman I would have not had this same feeling of unearned praise.

I think there is a similar feeling for me about Emma as Henry’s mother.  There are some really beautiful moments when I feel her as a mother coming through.  The season 1 final.  The fire escape in Manhattan.  The scene in early season 4 where she is talking to Henry and then talking to David about talking to Henry.   But for the most part I just don’t think they put a lot of effort into showing me Emma as mother.  But they did spend a lot of time telling me she was.  In my opinion they spent a lot more time investing in showing and devloping Regina and Henry’s relationship and just kind of expected Emma and Henry to be accepted as given.  Much like the labor of Savior.

I honest to god don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.  The set is no where near as leaky this year as it has been in previous years.  We do know that Emma is pregnant not only because of the very obvious picture of her and Hook touching her belly but because a production assistant told several fans on set the first day JMo filmed that she was.  It’s been an open secret in the fandom since that was shot and I don’t know why I didn’t say it earlier.  Maybe because I’ve been slightly annoyed by the idea of the implication that this was the tip of the ice berg and that people knew more than that.  They don’t.  No one could see the scene shot.  Look at the stills.  It wasn’t a place they could have fans hanging out on the side lines.

So we’ve got a limited set of information and we have to piece things together but I think in the end there is really only two options broadly speaking:

  • She dies, is cursed, or something that writes her off for good.  Protecting Henry would be the obvious way to do this.  
  • She leaves and goes back to Storybrooke to live out her life without ever being seen again.

What happens to or doesn’t happen to Hook is a secondary consideration to this.  And the thing is… the writers can write in all sorts of mcguffins or plot justifications to make her leaving okay.  She doesn’t know he’s in trouble (yet he called for help), she doesn’t know there is a curse coming, they’ve written this time flow thing to work this way so that if she stays she misses out on a child’s life, she’s pregnant (clearly not that far along since she’s not visibly so).  But the thing is that none of that has gravitas.  None of it means anything to anyone but shippers who want to write fan fic about cute baby princesses.  The audience has six years invested in Emma and Henry’s relationship.  

It’s the ultimate test of show not tell for her character.

She’s either Henry’s mother or she’s not.  He is the story they’ve been telling.  Not some hypothetical baby we’ll never see and never be invested in.  Henry is the boy we saw grow up and we saw her have a relationship with.  Henry is the one whose life and family we’re now seeing in danger through the course of the season.  There is just no way to give a second child the emotional weight that he has to make a tough decision between him and this child carry any real narrative weight for anyone except a very small subset of people who are more invested in the idea of the child than the narrative of the story.

It’s not, as a particularly offensive post a few days ago from a part of the fandom suggested that people think her having a second child means she loves Henry less.  It’s about the integrity of the narrative they’ve been telling about a noble and heroic woman who fought for and built a relationship with her son walking away.  If they do that for any reason then they will have committed the show’s worst “tell not show” moment in telling me she was his mother of two true love kisses.

And why should I trust their narrative choices with other characters if they’re so ready to throw them away with Emma?

jalousie.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

requested by anon.

jalousie; jealousy in french
noun
the state or feeling of being jealous.

Jimin x reader, jealous jimin after he sees you hanging around with your male cousin, angst with a fluffy ending please!!

genre: angst? romance? who knows, i don't 

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i called your cousin Nick cuz I wasn’t creative enough to think of anything that wasn’t generic

You were out and about with your cousin, Nick, today; the two of you hadn’t met up in a while and needed to catch up on the time you spent apart. The two of you had always been close, pretty much best friends from birth. You really wanted to take him to a cafe that had opened up while he was away from Seoul. As the two of you entered, you greeted the owner as you knew her quite well know, especially after being a regular. “Is this your cousin you were talking about?” she smiled as she prepared to take your order. “Yep, this is Nick. Nick, this is Minah.” you told her as you introduced him to her. “Nice to meet you, what would you recommend?” he asked her as he shook her hand. “I would recommend the strawberry cheesecake or the matcha green tea cake and to go with them, bubble tea or milk tea is great.” she smiled.

“What do you think, ___?” he asked, placing his hand on his chin to stroke his non existent beard. “You’re a dork. But I think you should get the strawberry cheesecake, it’s a personal favourite of mine and the milk tea is pretty nice on a breezy day like today.” you told him as you turned to Minah to make your own order. “I’ll have the original bubble tea and the matcha green tea cake this time.” you smiled before turning back to Nick who still couldn’t make up his mind. “Okay, I’ll get what you said before.” he chuckled after five long minutes of intense thinking. “Take a seat.”

It was nice catching up with Nick, he had gone  around Europe with a few of his friends for a few months and you really lost a lot of time with him. “So, how’s the boyfriend?” Nick chuckled as he sipped his tea, he knew that you would blush at the mention of your boyfriend, aka Jimin, yes Park, the singer, Jimin. “He’s good…” you muttered, as you tried to hide your face from the outside world at the mention of him, not even his name but just the word made you smile. “You seem happy with him too.” he laughed as he ruffled your hair. “I am, he’s good to me, better than any other guy could be.” “What about me?” Nick said, pretending to sound offended. “You’re on a whole ‘nother level of messed up but…” “But?” “I guess, you’re pretty good to me, I mean, my dad would kill you if you weren’t.” “True, and knowing your dad, he actually would.” he laughed.

“You up for a walk?” you asked as you gathered the last of your belongings. “If you are, I am.” “Let’s go then! It’s only 2 anyway, so it’s still a good time to wander around the Han River. Bye Minah!” you said as you exited the building. “You lead, I guess.” he chuckled as he followed behind you. The cafe wasn’t too far from the river, probably a 5 minute walk, which wouldn’t feel like too long. When the two of you arrived at a nice spot by the river, you pulled out your phones to take a couple of pictures to remember the day, even though it wasn’t that significant.

Jimin had been filming by the river for Run! BTS when he spotted you with a guy he had never seen or heard about before. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind but when he saw the picture of the two of you on your story, his emotions got the better of him and he quickly texted you before resuming to filming.

“Who’s that you’re with?” Jimin texted you about an hour ago, you hadn’t seen the text message until you got home after dropping Nick off. The text confused you as you had no idea what he meant. “What do you mean?” you asked him, completely forgetting that this was supposed to be answered an hour ago and you were with Nick. “Who was that guy you were with today?” Jimin could feel his blood rising when you avoided his question, he never liked it when you played games, especially when he was pissed off. “Oh, that was Nick.” “Look, I know I’m a busy person but seriously? You had to go out and cheat on me? In the open as well?” he texted you, causing further confusion. Cheat? What was he even talking about? You would never cheat on him.

“Cheat? I would never cheat on you, what the hell are you talking about?” “We’ll talk about this later, I’ll be over in an hour.” Jimin was fuming by the time he ended the conversation, he rarely got angry but when he did, it wasn’t pleasant. Because he was such a nice person, when he got angry he would explode. You could seriously wait until he reached your home.

The door swung open and Jimin’s presence graced you; you rose from the sofa and made your way over to your boyfriend. “What’s wrong?” you asked him before attempting to step closer to him. “Don’t come closer.” his statement took you aback, you were shocked by how angry he was; usually he would never tell you to stay away even if he was ‘angry’. “Why did you do it? Why did you cheat on me out in the open, then deny it? The two of you were all over snapchat, you didn’t even have the decency to block me from your story or something first?” Jimin started, his voice slowly getting louder and louder.

“Is that what this is about? You think I’m cheating on you because I was hanging out with Nick, m–” “Who the fuck is Nick? And why were you with him?” Jimin practically shouted, causing you to take a few steps back, Jimin didn’t fail to notice the way you backed away from him. “He’s my cousin, Jimin, you know, the one I tell you stories about, my best friend since birth? He was away for a while and I was hanging out with him today because I hadn’t seen him in a while, that’s all.” you told him, without the energy to even fight back at the assumption. “Fuck, fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that, I just –” “Save it, Jimin, I’m going to bed.” you told him as you left him standing in the middle of the entrance of your home.


Jimin had slept on the couch all night, he didn’t want to leave you, especially when the two of you weren’t on good terms. When you woke up and saw him there, you couldn’t help but feel bad; he was still your boyfriend after all. You went to grab a blanket and placed it over his body before you went to make some breakfast.

As you prepared pancakes for both you and Jimin, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you body and it didn’t take genius to figure out whose they were. “I’m sorry, I should seriously trust you more but I just get so scared about losing you to someone who can give you a whole lot more than me. I noticed the way you backed away from me, it scared me, what if you just kept backing away and disappeared out of my life? I don’t even wanna think about that, I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for the way I reacted.” “It’s okay, just ask me next time, okay? Instead of blowing things out of proportion.” “Will do.” he chuckled as he placed a kiss on the side of your neck. You turned around to kiss his lips and when you saw him, Jimin had the blanket around his shoulders and his hair was a mess but damn, he looked adorable, you wished you could have framed this moment. You quickly placed a short kiss on his lips, leaving him wanting slightly more. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity and you completely lost yourself in his before he broke the silence that surrounded you. “Babe, the pancakes are gonna burn.”

Until Then - C. B.

A/N: Yeah, hi, I’m here but I’m not alive cause the EP killed me :)))
Okay, I was so happy when I got this request ‘cause I never get requests for Corbyn like why are y’all sleeping on him? I really love the concept of this with women being independent and not caring about gender roles and I hope I did it justice (although I doubt it). I couldn’t stop myself from sneaking in a little pun, I hope you figure out what I mean ;)
Requested: by @noodleswdw

It was the last day before the guys were leaving for tour. You wanted to do something special for Corbyn, after all you wouldn’t see him for at least 4 weeks. 4 weeks…how am I gonna survive? The guys had actually asked you to come on tour with them but you had to decline since you had school and college applications to worry about. Corbyn wasn’t too happy about the fact but he knew how important your education was to you and he would never want to get in the way of that.

You had been planning this date for a while now, the reason for that being that you had made a reservation in one of the nicest restaurants in the city. Only telling your boyfriend to dress fancy, you left him to figure things out on his own. Normally, the two of you preferred to go on adventurous or casual dates rather than romantic dinners but tonight was different.

Living in the same house as Corbyn made it difficult to get ready without him coming in every two seconds, trying to catch a glimpse of your outfit. After an hour which was spent on hair, make-up and your outfit but mostly jamming out to every song in your playlist you walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs where you heard all the boys talking. Stepping into the room you felt eyes on you and looked up to see everyone staring at you. Jonah wolf-whistled which earned him a slap from your boyfriend and some chuckles from the rest of the boys. They all hummed in agreement, telling you how good you looked and asking you if that dress wasn’t a bit too short. You just rolled your eyes at them and they took it as their cue to leave, making Corbyn finally come over to were you were standing.

Stopping a metre in front of you he looked you up and down, not even trying to be subtle about it. You were currently wearing a rosé silk dress with black heels, your make-up kept natural and your hair curled to perfection. You knew you looked good and from the look on Corbyn’s face you guessed he thought so too. You took the opportunity to check him out too. He was wearing some black skinny jeans, a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up, black boots and his hair messy, just the way you liked it. You smiled at each other, Corbyn pulling you in for a kiss and resting his forehead against yours afterwards “You look breath-taking” you looked down, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. You couldn’t believe the effect his words had on you, even after all these months. “You clean up pretty nicely too” He just kept staring at you, smiling.

You two spent the next fifteen minutes having a little photoshoot while waiting for your uber to arrive. You took a lot of pictures doing weird facial expressions while wearing – you guessed it – his famous glasses but also some nice ones since you knew how obsessed your boyfriend was when it came to his Instagram feed. That boy would go to crazy extents just to get the perfect shot.

As soon as the uber pulled up you made your way inside, you typing in the address for the driver, not wanting to ruin the surprise for your boyfriend. 20 minutes and a small jam out session later the car came to a stop, signalling that you had arrived at your destination. You got out, Corbyn right behind you and you turned to him. Shock was written all over his face when he saw were you had brought him. He turned to you with wide eyes “How long have you been planning this? Oh my god, do you know how hard it is to get a table at this place, babe? Well, of course you know cause you somehow managed to do so.” You just laughed at his rant and took his hand in yours, leading him to the front door. “I might have asked a friend of mine to put me on the list. That saved me about four months of waiting.” Corbyn let out a chuckle, admiring your independence.

After telling the waiter your name, you were showed to your table where you quickly decided on your orders. The night went by in a blur, the two of you talking, laughing and enjoying the amazing food. It felt good to spend some time together, just the two of you. You even took a break from social media, limiting your snapchat updates to a cute post of each other and a meme-worthy snap of the two of you which earned you lots of screenshots from the fans. As the dinner slowly came to an end you grew anxious, thinking about the one thing you still had in store for your boyfriend.

Corbyn must have noticed your mood changing, taking your hand in his and looking at you with a worried expression. It’s now or never. Giving him a small smile you whispered, “Here goes nothing” and reached into your purse, pulling out a little box and practically shoving it into Corbyn’s hand. He eyed it for a second before looking at you again “(Y/N), you know I’m all for women being independent and confident, making the first move and all but don’t you think it’s a little too early for proposing to me?  I mean, I’m only eighteen and you’re still in school…” You burst out laughing, chocking out a “I’m not proposing, you headass, just open the box” He winked at you and opened the box, his grin fading, replaced by a surprised expression. He took out the little item, twisting and turning it in his hands. Getting nervous again, you looked down, playing with your fingers “It’s a promise ring. I wanted you to have a piece of me with you when you’re away. So you never forget that I’m waiting for you to come back to me” Corbyn quickly slipped on the ring and you lifted your hand, showing off the one you had bought to match his. Upon seeing that, he flashed you one of his beautiful smiles and leaned over to plant a kiss on your lips.


The guys were leaving early in the morning. You had stayed over, wanting to spend the last hours with all of them. While Corbyn was in the bathroom you quickly went into his room and slipped the envelope you were holding into his backpack. Next came the goodbyes. You hugged all the guys, telling them how much you’d miss them and how proud you were. The tears were already flowing by the time you made your way to Corbyn. He pulled you into a hug and you nuzzled your head into his chest, enjoying the comfort it brought you. You stayed like that for a few more minutes and after exchanging I love yous he gave you a kiss and finally got into the car. You waved at them, watching as the car turned around the corner and disappeared. You took out your phone and sent Corbyn a quick text: Might wanna check your backpack for a little something ;)


Corbyn’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out, furrowing his brows when he realized it was from (Y/N). After reading through it, he searched through his bag, eager to see what his girlfriend was talking about. Taking out the envelope he immediately recognized her handwriting.

Hey Corbs,

I know this is super cliché and I’m normally not one for big, romantic gestures but you make me want to do all these things that are so out of my comfort zone. I wrote you this letter so you always have something to read when you miss me. You’re going to be busy and talking will be hard, especially because of the time difference.
Corbyn, I’m beyond proud of you and the guys and I couldn’t be happier for you. You get to live your dream and I’m right by your side through it all. Remember I’ll always wait for you. I know that just like a boomerang, you’ll come back to me ;))

One day, I’ll be lucky enough to put a ring on you but until then these will have to do. I love you forever and always.

(Y/N)


Your phone went off like crazy, dozens of notifications pouring in. You opened Instagram and saw that Corbyn had tagged you in a post. You clicked on his recent upload and couldn’t contain your smile. The picture showed his hand – the one with the promise ring -  holding your letter. But the caption made your heart melt. Just like a boomerang, I’ll come back to you.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a scenario where MC has no control over the world she's in and it gets restarted on them over and over on them. And MC gets the feeling they have to save V and expose Rika earlier on in the "game"? Like they get fed up with no one listening to realising so she flat out tells V she knows about Rika, and then he has to do something about Saeran? Maybe some Angst? How would that play out? I don't know if this makes sense, sorry.

I think I understand, I hope you don’t mind where I went with this. I’ve always liked the idea of MC being the one trapped in the world, and not being able to control restarts, I’m not sure why. 

You were over it. You’ve been through everyone’s routes, all the good and the bad that came with them. You watched yourself tear the ones you loved apart again and again, you failed miserably at saving them, and when you finally ended on a good note; it restarted.

Your life restarted again, you suddenly found yourself with your phone in your hand and ‘Unknown’, who you knew was really Saeran Choi, questioning you. 

At first you feared breaking reality, you were afraid you’d say something wrong and time would reset, or reality would fall apart in front of your eyes. But after realising no matter what you did, time would reset after the 12th day, you stopped caring about how reality was going to handle you. 

Your first attempt at changing your fate was with Unknown. When he messaged you, you wrote a long and hard explanation on how you knew he was Saeran, on what Rika had done, and how Saeyoung didn’t intentionally abandon you. He kept denying it and begged you to go to the apartment, and then you decided to help Saeyoung find his brother and rescue him from mint eye. But, even after Saeran was safe in the bunker, and you took the picture with the RFA, time reset and you started again. 

You tried so many different things to just get out of this hell. You went to mint eye before you even stepped foot in the apartment, you exposed Saeran and Saeyoung on the first day of meeting the RFA, you even triggered the bomb to go off. 

But it didn’t matter, time reset, you lived, and they forgot. 

You were running out of options, but you still had one thing to try. You were going to wait until V entered the Chatroom to talk to him. Of course, you couldn’t do it on the first day, they’d probably kick you out straight away. You waited a few days until he came back to announce the date.

It didn’t matter whose route you were on, you were nice to everyone, you were just focused on seeing a Chatroom open with V’s name under it. You didn’t have a very solid plan; you were probably just going to say it outright. 

Finally, V’s name appeared in group chat, next to Saeyoungs and Jumin’s. You took that as a good sign, seeing as normally there is only one other person in the Chatroom with V. You took a deep breath before entering and started the beginning of the end. 

V: MC, I’m glad to see you’re here. 

 

V: How are you?

 

MC: I’m good, but I have something to discuss with you. I’m afraid it won’t be very pleasant.

 

V: Is there a problem, MC?

 

707: MC MC!!! 

 

707: What’s Wrong!!!

 

707: problems with in the RFA???

 

MC: I’d appreciate it if none of you would talk until I’m finished, I’m afraid getting my point across will confused you. 

 

V: Please feel free to tell us whatever is bothering you, MC. 

 

707: We’ll fix it! Meow!! 

 

Jumin: Do not meow as if you are a cat. 

 

MC: I know about Mint Eye, and Rika, and Saeran

 

Sure, that seemed like a good place to start. 

MC: I know Rika’s alive, I know what Rika did to Saeran and I know she’s mentally unstable. V, I know everything that has happened between the two of you.

 

V: MC…

 

MC: Please let me finish it will be much less painful.

 

MC: I know Saeran’s brother was taken into an agency to learn hacking so he could save his brother. I know Rika tortured Saeran into thinking he was betrayed. 

 

MC: I know what she did to you, I know your vision is impaired and you’re going blind. 

 

Jumin: MC I think you should stop talking about think you don’t understand. 

 

MC: I do understand! I know you can’t believe what you’re reading, I know what I’m saying sounds insane, but I am not lying. 

 

MC: V, I know about the Mint Eye blueprints in the drawer behind me. Trust me, I know you love Rika and you want to protect her.

 

MC: But if you don’t go there now and help Saeran, if you don’t stop what she’s doing, people will die! 

 

MC: I am begging you, stop her, get her the help she needs before she ruins anyone else’s life. 

 

V: That’s enough, MC. 

 

707: How do you know that name? Saeran? What does she mean Rika tortures him, V? 

 

V: How could you possibly know all that MC? 

 

V: Who told you all of that? 

 

V: Was it Unknown?

 

MC: Haha….

 

MC: you wouldn’t believe me even I told you.

 

MC: Unknown is Saeran Choi, by the way. 

 

V: MC, clearly this Unknown person has fed you lies, im sorry, but Rika is dead, and I don’t know who Saeran Choi is. 

You dropped your phone as you felt any hope you had left leave your body. You knew he was lying out of love for Rika, but your life was falling apart, like it had been for the past several months, and you couldn’t bring yourself to feel sorry for him. 

Drastic times call for drastic measures. 

 

MC: I can’t force you to believe me.

 

MC: But I’m going to Mint Eye. 

 

MC: I’m sorry, Saeyoung, V, Jumin, I’m so sorry for everything. 

 

MC Has left the Chatroom

You took a deep breath before leaving the apartment, you stopped in the hallway and looked up at the camera. You knew Saeyoung would be watching, you gave him a sad smile before leaving. 

You didn’t drive, instead you took two trains and a few buses, it was a pretty long way away, but you wanted to stay updated on the group chats incase something happened.

Yoosung and Saeyoung believed you, Yoosung believed you because he didn’t trust V. Saeyoung knew you weren’t lying, even if he didn’t know how you knew. You weren’t surprised when you arrived within the area of the Mint Eye base, and you saw V. 

 

“You were right” he told you, you blinked at him several times, making sure you heard him right. “Please let me talk to her, maybe I can get her to stop” 

You agreed, waiting patiently and quietly outfront. You didn’t know how it would play out, but you prayed something else would happen. 

15 minutes passed.

 

30 minutes.

 

An hour

 

An hour and a half.

You thought back to the time you and Saeyoung broke in, and followed in his footsteps, asking him to shut down the security beforehand. You made your way in, and tried hard to search for Rika and V. 

You felt like crying out of frustration when you saw a familiar scene. Saeran had a gun to V, and Rika was looking down on him and threatening him. V Looked desperate, and you felt your heart break again. 

You saw the look in Saerans eye, one you’d seen before, and you made your move. If V died, time would repeat, but maybe, just maybe, if you saved him, would it change? 

You had to try.

You ran forward and jumped in front of V at the very last second. The bullet hit you instead of V, and you slammed into the ground with a searing pain in your side. 

MC!” You heard V yell.

MC?!” Saerans voice asked. Your vision started to blur as you looked up at V, who looked frantic and out of sorts. 

Help them, save Saeran” you told him, before looking past him and up at the sky “please make it stop” 

You weren’t asking anyone, you just wanted it to stop. You couldn’t handle it all, and it was weighing on you. You hoped now it would end and everything would work out, even if you didn’t want to die, you couldn’t repeat this life over and over. 

Your eyes closed and you saw nothing.

Your eyes opened and you saw a screen with a stranger asking for help. 

anonymous asked:

Hey! I don't know if you accept prompts, but if you do could you write something about the first week after Yousef's return from Turkey... like what happens after Sana and Yousef were apart (even though they texted and video called each other) and the dynamics of their relationship once they're in the same city. I hope you decide to write it! Thank you in advance! 😊

Hello Anon!! Thank you very much for this prompt!! I was thinking of writing something like that so I was really glad to see your message! I got a bit carried away and wrote 6200 words so I really hope you like it! As it’s really long I advise peopel who prefer to read fics on Ao3 rather than on tumblr to check it out here

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[S :What time are you arriving at?
Y :14:56. Why you planning on coming to pick me up from the airport?
S :Elias said there no point since you’re with your family so you don’t need to be picked up
Y :Awwww you asked Elias if you could pick me up?
S :We talked I didn’t ask
Y :Sure
S :I hope you miss your plane
Y :No you don’t <3
S :No I don’t <3
Y : ok I have to finish packing, have a good night Sana see you in Oslo!
S :See you ]

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She stares as her screen for a while and smiles. He’ll be in Oslo tomorrow. After being apart for a month and a half, she was finally going to see him again. She was going to see him smile and laugh and hear his voice. For real not just on the phone. They had talked on the phone a few times. She has called him for a few of their calls, everytime afraid that he might be too busy to reply but he never was. Or if he was he never told her and always took the time to speak with her. They also video called each other and she’ll remember forever that one time all his little cousins arrived while he was talking and he had to do the rest of the call with them jumping on him. She couldn’t stop laughing, the kids seemed extremely proud of themselves and Yousef seemed to hesitate between being annoyed at the kids and looking at them foundly.

They had sent each other texts. So many texts. He sent her a picture everytime he saw something she might like or that he thought was pretty. Once in a while he would ask her if she was over Stephen Curry and she would reply with a link to one of Stephen’s picture saying « hmm I’m not sure ».

She decides to go to his house, the next day, in the afternoon. She asks Elias if he is going to visit Yousef to which Elias replies « Uh, no, I thought I’d see him tomorrow, the guy just came back. Let him chill » Then, he sees the way Sana is looking. All nervous but also excited and he adds :
« Do you know what? I think I’ll go see him now. Yeah, he’s just came back but I’ll go say hi. Do you want to come with me? Don’t answer to that, I already know the answer. »
She laughs and thanks him.

When they arrive at Yousef’s place, his father is the one to open the door and he greets them with a big smile. He makes them enter the apartment. Sana looks around, curious to finally see Yousef’s home. Yousef’s father calls for his son as he makes Sana and Elias go into the leaving room. A few seconds later, Yousef arrives in the living room. He sees Elias and smiles widely. A smile that grows wider and softer when he sees Sana standing next to his best friend. A smile that mirrors her own as she can finally see him again. Damn, she missed him and his stupid smile and his stupid snapbacks and even the way he walks. He crosses the living room to greet them when his parents suggest that Yousef and his friends should go outside while they finish unpacking. Sana follows the boy into the backyard, her heart beating fast as she can finally look at him after so long. He is talking with Elias on the way but often turns around to smile at her and she smiles back right away every time. Yousef holds the door open for his friend to come out and when Sana walks past him, he brushes her hand with his fingers and smiles at her softly.
Once they are outside, Sana find herself at loss for words while Elias is asking Yousef questions. Yousef keeps looking at her and the simple fact of feeling his eyes on her after so long makes her feel like she is losing her mind. She doesn’t realize that she has locked eyes with Yousef until Elias says, a bit too loudly : « Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow ! I’ve done my brother duty, I’ll leave you two to it ! Bye ». And he walks away from them to leave the backyard.

« His brother duty ? What does he mean ? Asks Yousef
- Well, I wanted to come here but I wasn’t sure if I should come or not and if I should, should I come alone or not, so in the end he came with me.
- Never hesitate again Sana, you can come anytime.
- Thanks
- I’m serious Sana. Anytime. »
If he says her name one more time, she’s not sure she’ll be able to contain the beating of her heart from going frantic. What is happening to her ?

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They are now standing in front of each other, smiling. Yousef can’t stop staring at her. Drinking in the vision of her in a blue hijab, dressed in white and grey. He feels as though he had been holding his breath all the time he was away and now that she is in front of him again, he can finally breathe.
She laughs quietly and puts her hands under her chin and he can tell she is a little nervous.
As he is about to say something funny, hopefully, to relax her, she takes a step towards him, looks up and let her arms fall to her sides. She raises them again slightly and he understands immediately what she is about to do. He raises his arms as well and, not even a second later, he can feel her hands coming around his waist and settling on his back. He never thought before her that you could tell so much with a hug. His hands are on her back and he rests his chin on top of her head. He can smell her perfume and he doesn’t think he ever felt as much as home as he does now. He sense her relaxing against his chest and presses a kiss on top of her head as if to say « I’m back for good, I’m here now. »

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After a while, Sana raises her head to look up at him and slightly takes a step back. There’s something about being near him, being with him, feeling him next to her, that makes her feel so giddy. She’s high on him and it has only been minutes !
« I should probably let you unpack » she says right as he asks : « So where should we go ? »
He exclaims : « You already want to leave me ? We haven’t seen each other for 50 days and you already want to leave ? A hug and bye.
- No ! But your family surely need your help!I don’t want to leave, I’m trying to help you be a good son.
- I’ve been a good son all summer, I can take a break. I am staying with you.
- That’s good.
- Yeah, that’s good.
There is a little pause, then he adds :
« - Ah, I missed you so much Sana !
- I missed you a lot as well, Yousef.
As she says that to him, she raises her hand to take a fallen leaf off his hair . She has been dreaming about touching his hair for so long. She marvels at the softness of his curls and keeps playing with it even when the leaf is long gone. He stays completely still and she wonders if her touch sends chills down her spine like his does to her . He closes his eyes with a tiny sigh and she has her answer. She whispers that if they want to do something, they should do it now . He seems to wake up from a dream and agrees with her.

They end up walking towards the basketball pitch. They don’t have a ball to play with as tehy realize when they arrive. They decide to stay there nonetheless. They don’t have to play basketball, they have so many things to talk about.
Sana starts asking him questions about Turkey and what he did while he was there. She already knows many things as they’ve been in touch most of the time. But she doesn’t mind hearing some of it again and he adds more details and speaks about his family. He talks about the town where they live, Ankara. He tells Sana about the old castle that overlooks the city, about the beautiful great mosque with its huge that he is sure she would love. He remember going there as a kid and being in awe of the place. He tells her about all the food you can find and about the games he played with his little cousins and his trips to the country.

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Yousef feels a bit ashamed to have talked for so long about himself even if Sana doesn’t seem to mind as she asked questions and laughed and smiled. She genuinely seems happy to listen to him.
He asks her about her summer and listens as she explains what she did with her firends and the troubles her squad got into. Her face lights up when she talks about her friends and their shenanigans. She also tells him a few stories about Elias that he cannot wait to use to make fun of his friend.
After a while, Sana says that it’s too bad he is only coming back now because she starts school in a week and a half so they won’t have that much time to see each other again and she’ll be at school and that will be complicated. He laughs and replies :
« I’ve only just come back and you’re already sad about what it’s going to be like in two weeks. Let’s enjoy what we have now first , shall we ?
- Don’t make fun of me, she says with a smile
- No but seriously, it’s going to be ok.
How time flies, he thinks, looking back on the afternoon they spent on that pitch a few months ago. He could only have dreamed back then, of sitting in front of her while she talked about wanting to see him again in the coming weeks and months.

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Her phone rings and she answers right away as it is a call from her mother. Scared that she might be crossed because it’s getting late, Sana is surprised when her mother simply asks her if she intends on having dinner at home or eating out. She looks into Yousef’s eyes as she replies :
« - I’m staying with Yousef Mama, we’ll eat together »
His face lights up
« - Can’t get enough of me, is that it ?
- Shut up and find me a place to eat.
- Yes Ma’am ! »
She’s up before him and extends her hand to him to help him stand up. Just as he is about tto be fully standing, she lets go of his hand and laughs as he loses his balance and almost fall flat on his back. She can see him being a little bit shocked but before his ego can be hurt, her contagious laughter wins him over and she doesn’t have to wait long before he stops pouting and joins her.
When they’ve calmed down, they decide to go to a kebab place not far from where they are.. While they wait to order, Yousef dares her to let him order for her. When she asks why on earth she should let him do that, he replies that he want to see if she still trusts him after all this time.
“-All this time? You’ve only been gone 50 days Yousef.
- Only? Only?! Wow. Only 50 days. Ok. Here I was thinking you had missed me but I see that I was wrong. I’ll leave you there if you don’t mind, I have an ego to repair and it might take some time.
She is laughing too much to chase after him as he dramatically leaves the restaurant. She knows he will be back soon so when her time to order comes up next, she orders for him as well and goes to sit at a table in a corner. After a few seconds, she hears footsteps behind her and hears a voice saying:
“- You didn’t even come after me. You didn’t even look outside the restaurant. I am hurt.
- You didn’t even wait 5 minutes to come back.
She turns around to face Yousef and his sad pout.
- Seems like you’re the one who can’t get enough of me
- No lies there, he replies as he sits down in front of her
His confession, which could barely pass as a joke, makes her blush which he notices right away. Of course.
- Did I make you blush? Did I manage that? You’re flustered because of me!
- Well you can talk! Go back and rewatch that video where you receive my call, you couldn’t even it or stand still!
- We will not speak about that video again, he says in a mock-threatening way
- Too bad, I thought you were cute in it.
Before he has time to react, their orders arrive and he can only try to hide his own blush to the waiter.

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When they leave the restaurant, they naturally head towards Sana’ home. He doesn’t even ask if he can walk her home, he wants to spend as much time as possible with her. On the way back, they walk in silence. Their fingers brushing slightly, their eyes meeting regularly and their lips curving into smiles. Yousef thinks that he could walk to the end of the world with Sana by his side. He’s lost in her smiles and her dimples and her twinkling yes when he suddenly hears a sound similar to the flapping of wings next to him. He turns around with a slight jump and shrieks when he sees a huge seagull next to him, he steps back with fear and a loud “Oooh!!”. He doesn’t even have time to process his fear and what happened that Sana is already bent in two exploding with laughter.

There goes my walk to the end of the earth with her, he thinks as he tries to calm his heart.
Unable to stop herself from laughing, Sana asks:
“- Are you afraid of everything with wings or only seagulls and swans?
- Hey! Swans are really scary ok? They can become violent and bite my fingers. And this seagull just surprised me , that’s all
-Uh uh, sure, is all she can reply as she tries to regain her breath
- It was huge Sana! And it landed right next to me!
- It’s alright, you don’t have to be tough with me. Don’t hide your fear of birds. I accept you just as you are.
- I am not afraid of birds
- It’s ok, Yousef, I don’t judge you
- Stop it
- When did it start? I am genuinely curious. Were you attacked by a pigeon as a child?
- Stop, I am hurt
She does stop teasing him but she doesn’t stop laughing qiuetly until they reach her door. He doesn’t mind the teasing. He doesn’t mind anything that come from Sana Bakkoush laughing.
She turns around to face him and smiles. He smiles back and for a moment, they just stand there looking at each other.

Once again, they don’t need words to speak. Eyes do just fine. Eyes can say many things. They can say “I’m glad to be with you”. They can say “I wish we could stay together longer”. I can’t wait to see you again. I missed you. I am so happy to be near you. I wish I didn’t have to go back inside. I wish we could stay like this forever. I think you’re beautiful. I believe you’re the best thing that happened to me.
Eyes can say I like you. They can even say more than that.

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Sana takes one step closer to him and says
“Goodbye Yousef”
He takes one step closer to her
-“Goodbye Sana”
They are almost touching now
She brushes a curls away from his eyes and adds: “Goodnight”
He seems starstruck for a second and before he has time to react, she is walking to the door. She looks back at him. He seems to be at loss for words and just smiles at her. She chuckles and waves at him before opening the door.
Once she is back inside her room, she leans with her back to the door and whispers in the darkness and quiet of her room: “Be still my beating heart.”

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He gets distracted by her the next day when he is filming a video with the boys at Sana’s house to celebrate his return. He sees her moving round and he can’t concentrate on what the boys are saying which means he misses a lot of questions and gets teased a lot. The hardest part for him is when, after she catches up on what is happening, she comes and stands up right there in the door, in front of him. She isn’t just looking at him, he can see her laughing at what the boys are saying. But she’s so beautiful and he hasn’t seen her for so long (when you’ve been away from San Bakkoush for 50 days, an evening together is not enough to make up for lost time) that he feels like if he turns around she might disappear. He hears Elias telling the camera to excuse Yousef for being distracted as his sister is standing in front of them right now and the poor boy is so in love he can’t get his eyes away from her.

Sana laughs at that, announces that she is going back in her room and leaves. Yousef sighs and hopes she’ll come out before he leaves. He tries to focus on the video as if nothing happened but the boys do not stop teasing him and he suspects that they never will. He doesn’t mind really. Not when he is being teased about something that makes him so happy.

When they’ve finished filming their video, he sends her a text asking to come to the kitchen. He waits for her as he drinks juice. The boys are busy checking something with the camera so he hopes he can have a bit of time alone with her. He doesn’t notice her coming inside the room as he’s observing the boys. He hears a soft voice behind him saying:
“-“Meet me in the kitchen”. I don’t know if I’ve told you before but I don’t really like people who think they can summon me whenever they want.”
He turns around but she is smiling at him and he immediately feels better. He asks her if she slept well and she says that of course she did. She had troubles falling asleep as she was busy thinking about things but when she did fell asleep, it was very nice. He can guess by her smile that she couldn’t sleep because she was thinking about him. And he can’t think of a better feeling than being the one keeping Sana Bakkoush awake. Well, when it’s for good reasons and not when she is sick of course.
- So you had a good evening then?
- I had a great evening Yousef.
- Good
- Good
He hears the boys calling him and she does as well so she tells him that she’ll see him again soon and goes back t her room before his friends have time to see her.

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And that’s how it goes on. They meet often, to walk around town, to eat together, to play basketball. Sometimes, they plan it. Sometimes it is random. Just a text or a call. “Are you doing anything right now?” “I’m meeting you I suppose?” “And you’re right”.Sometimes, it just happens that at the moment when Sana has to leave her home, Yousef has to go back home . Obviously, they don’t have anyone else to met except each other.

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One day, after spending the afternoon in town eating ice cream and fooling around as well as going to buy a present for Yousef’s mother’s birthday, as they are walking down the streets, they walk pass and open window form which a music can be heard. The song is one that Yousef likes a lot. Sana asks him what kind of songs he likes and they start talking about music. He takes his phone and headphones out to make her listen to his playlist. They keep on walking as they listen to the music.

At first, it starts as simply listening to the music and telling the other what they think about the song they’re listening to, but it soon turns into a sort of game. Yousef tries to make Sana lose her headphone by walking faster or distancing himself from her. When she understands what he is doing, she starts playing the same game. In the end, they don’t really listen to the music as they are too busy laughing.

At one point, Yousef almost walks into a pole, but he avoids it by making a slightly twisted jump that looks like a dance move to Sana. It makes her laugh, but at the same time it reminds her of that time she found him dancing in her living room. She’d like to see him dance again. She only realizes she said it out loud when he replies with surprise :
- Really?
- Uh well, you’re a good dancer and it just that it kind of looked like you were dancing when you avoided that pole and so it reminded me that you’re a dancer.
- Haha, thank you Sana! Dancer might be a bit much though.If you want to see me again you’ll have to invite me to a party!

Before she has time to reply, her phone rings with the call to prayer. She hasn’t seen time running out.
- Oh, we have to find you a place to pray!
- What?
She expected him to tell her that he would walk her home as they weren’t that far from her house.
- Yes, we find you a place to pray so you don’t have to go back home right away.
She smiles at his obvious desire to spend more time with her. They find a small little garden at the end of the street and, as she’s looking on her phone for the right orientation, she sees him taking his jacket off. When she asks him what he is doing, he replies ,as if it is obvious, that he is going to give her his jacket for her to pray on.
- Really?
- Well, you need something to pray on and you can’t use your own cardigan, it’s too delicate to put it on the ground.
She hesitates but he’s already putting his jacket in her hand and walking away to give her space and peace.

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He waits for her to finish, making sure that no one walks over to where she is.
He slightly turns around to see Sana kneeling down and putting her forehead on the ground. On his jacket. He laughs to himself as he thinks of all these romantic comedies showing a boy giving his jacket to a girl when she’s cold. Here he is giving Sana his jacket to pray on. She probably wouldn’t accept his jacket even if she it was really cold. We’re a strange pair,he thinks, we’re one of a kind. She is one of a kind.
She comes back when she has finished and hands him back his jacket neatly folded and he can see in her eyes that she is filled with a new kind of emotion. Seeing her so strong in her faith, he feels a sort of pride at the thought that this girl thinks he is good enough for her. Her faith is so beautiful, it shines through her. And it only makes him love her even more to see her so dedicated. She takes her phone out and tells him that it is now turn to listen to her playlist so she can teach him about real music.
- “Real music? You seemed to enjoy my “fake” music before.
- I didn’t hate it but wait until you listen to what I listen to. You are going to get your mind blown.

Instead of walking around, they sit on the grass and after a while he has to admit that her taste in music is indeed remarkable. The evening goes on until it’s time to go back home. As usual, he walks her back. And as usual, they stops in front of her door smiling at each other, staying silent for a little bit.
- “I’ll send you a song to listen to before you go to bed when you’re inside.
- Can’t you just tell me what it is now?
- No, it’s a surprise!
- Well I better hurry then, so I can listen to it.”

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When she has taken her hijab off and changed into her pajamas, she receives a link from Yousef to a 4 hours long track of lullabies with a simple messag that says “Sleep well”.
A few seconds later, as she is till laughing, he sends her text with a link to Roo Panes’s Lullaby Love saying “The one before is really serious music but you should still listen to this one.”
And she listens to it on repeat until she falls asleep dreaming of a sweet boy singing her a song about angels and love.

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One Saturday, Sana and the girls are wandering around in a park and laughing as they are enjoying the last weekend before school. They decide to settle on the grass near a fountain when Sana, who’s laughing with Chris, hears Vilde asking her
-”Sana, isn’t that your brother with his friends?
She turns in the direction Vilde is pointing at and ,indeed, here is her brother with Adam, Mutta, Mikael and…
- “Oh, Yousef is here as well!”

Sana is now thinking back to the conversation she had with Elias this morning. He asked her if she would be at home all day as he was planning on shooting a new video with the boys. She had told him she had plans with the girls and would be out all day. He had been insistent and asked her where she would be. When she told him she didn’t know exactly what they were going to do, he replied:
- “Come on Sana, you always have at least an idea of where you’re going!
- OK, we’re thinking of going to the park .
- Which park?
- The one near Chris’s house.
- Great! Great idea!
- Why are you so interested?
- I’m paying attention, you should be thankful .
- Yeah, right. “

Now she understands that he was planning on surprising her and meeting her “by luck” with his friends. She takes the lead as they walk towards the group of boys.

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Yousef is sitting next to Mutta, his eyes semi closed, enjoying the sun on his face, not really listening to whatever Elias and Mikael are arguing about. He feels Mutta nudging his side and without opening his eyes, asks:
“- What is it?”
- Look! “

He finally opens his eyes and follows the direction Mutta is pointing at to see something he did not expect at all. Someone actually. Sana. Sana and her friends. He sits up right away. What is she doing here? She told him she couldn’t see him today because she was with her friends and now she’s walking towards him and the boys. With her 4 friends on both sides of her, he thinks she looks like a princess in company of her ladies in waiting. Her stride is assured and she’s walking straight to Elias. After slightly glancing his way and smiling at him (a smile that he did not return like a lost puppy seeing his master again whatever Mutta might say in his ear), she stops in front of her brother who looks at her with a smile that Yousef can only qualify as trying to be innocent.

“-“I’m paying attention, you should be thankful”, she says with an exaggerated tone
- Hello sister! And sister’s friends!
- Hello Elias!
- Hello boys!
- What a coincidence! What are the odds of you going to the same park I mentioned going to this morning?
- Indeed sister what are the odds?”
Yousef starts to understand what is going on
- “So that’s why you insisted on us going outside when we arrived at your place? You wanted us to meet Sana? He asks Elias
- Aren’t you happy to see Sana? asks Mikael with a smile
- What a stupid question, of course I am! I am just wondering why Elias set this up.
- Seems to me like he wanted to see the two of you together, says Sana’s friend, Eva, pointing at Sana and then at him.
-What?? Sana and Yousef turn to Elias at the same time
- You are two of my favourite peope why would I not want to see you at the same time?
- Stop the bullshit, Elias
- Sana can you really blame us for wanting to see you and Yousef together? Asks mikael.
- We wanted to see the cuteness and tease the two of you. So get ready, says Mutta
- I like your brother’s friend Sana, says Chris
- Really? Cool! Mutta stands up to high five Chris
- Well, now that we are together, we should do something together! Exclaims Sana’s friend Vilde. Let’s go buy an ice cream!
Everyone agrees without waiting for Sana or Yousef to give their opinion and the group starts walking away from the fountain.

He goes up to Sana to assure her that he had no idea about Elias’ plan to reunite them.
-“It’s alright Yousef, I don’t mind
- It’s just that you were enjoying your time with your friends so…
- I’m starting school on Monday, which means I’ll see them everyday.It’s ok if you distract me a little from them.
- Good!“

He tries to stays next to Sana as they walk but he is soon forced to stay with Sana’s friend as they apparently need to tell him something really important. Turns out they simply want to know how it’s going between him and Sana. They don’t seem really noisy. More concerned and curious that everything is going well for their friend. Eva asks him about his feelings for her wondering how long he has been crushing on her
- Uh, I’m not sure I can tell you that;
- Oh come on ! We won’t tell her, we promise! Says Vilde
- Why should I trust you?
- Hey, we are her friends ! Says Chris
- We are really happy that you two are happening, it’s so nice to see Sana smiling so much and being happy! You two are made for each other!
- That’s why they’re soulmates Eva! Says Vilde
- Soulmates?
Did he hear that right?
- Did Sana say that?
- Uh no, you did, replies Eva
- What? I never told her…Wait a minute, Noora!
He turns to face the girl who apparently told everyone his secret.
- You told them?
- No she told Sana! Replies Vilde
- Ok, says Noora, don’t freak out, but yes she knows you texted me and she knows what you said.
- You told her about the texts??
Yousef doesn’t think he ever felt as embarrassed as he does now. Freaking about about a swan or a seagull in front of Sana is nothing compared to this
- Well, I showed them to her actually.
- So she has read every single one of them?
- Yes but don’t worry Yousef they were all super cute!! exclaims Vilde
- But still… What do I look like now?
- Well, she is still talking to you so that’s what matters! Says Chris
He looks in front of him at Sana who is laughing at one of Mutta’s joke. So she knows. She knows the extent of his feelings for her and instead of running away because of how strong they are (the only reason why he hasn’t told her yet), she is still there. Which means there’s a chance her feelings for him might be as strong as his for her and he suddenly feels as though he could fly.

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On Monday, Sana is starting school again for her last year of high school. Chris told her she would pick her up before heading to school so they could meet the girls and arrive together to mark the occasion. She is excited at the prospect of it being her last year but she also knows that this year is going to be hard and will demand her full investment.

She steps out of the building but instead of finding Chris waiting for her at the door, she finds Yousef . She stops in her tracks. What on earth is he doing here?
- Hello Sana! Ready to start school?
- Hi! Are you meeting with Elias?
- This early? I’m here for you.
- For me?
- Yeah, I thought you might like me to walk you to school as it’s the first day and everything.
She would love that but she can’t let the girls down, she knows it means a lot to them that they start the year together.
- I am sorry Yousef but… Chris should be here any minute now, I’m meeting the girls before going to school. But I would’ve loved to go to school with you! I just have other plans.
- Do you really?
- Yes, I told you, the girls…
At this moment, her phone signals her that she has a new text. It’s from the girls’ group chat, a message from Chris saying “Enjoy your surprise, we’ll meet you in front of the school!”.
- Wait, they organized this?
- Actually, I wanted to do it so I thought I’d check with them at what time you start and if you usually walked to school with one of them and they came up with the idea to make you believe that Chris would pick you up. Are you happy?
- I am…, she can’t finish her sentence as she is smiling too wide. I am really happy Yousef!

She immediately sends a text to the girls: “THANK YOU”. Once she has put her phone in her pocket, she looks up at Yousef and hugs him slightly. He is surprised at first but hugs her back and laughs. She is trying to not show how giddy she feels at the thought of walking to school with him. This is so official. People are going to see them together. People of her school, that she doesn’t know will know about one of the most precious thing in her life. And she doesn’t really mind right now!
On the way to school, he makes her laugh with stories about Elias and the boys in high school. When they arrive near the school, she can see the girls looking at them from afar and waving at her. She is excited to start school but at the same time she wishes that it didn’t start so early so she could spend a little bit longer with Yousef.
-Thank you for walking with me this morning.
- Thank you for agreeing to walk with me.
- Well, I couldn’t say no after all the efforts the girls had put into it, could I ?
- Ouch Sana!
- Did you think I actually enjoyed your company?
- Pretend all you want, I know you do! Have a good first day of school Sana, I hope you only get the best teachers.
- I have a feeling that won’t happen but thank you. It was very nice this morning.
- Likewise
- Bye then!
As she turns around, he grabs her hand and says:
- Just want to ask you something, it won’t take long
- What is it?
- Are you over Stephen Curry now?
- I was not expecting that! She laughs
- Hey I just want to know who you’re going to marry, that’s all!
- Well, know this: I’ve been over him for a long time now. A few months I’d say.
As he gets the biggest smile on his face, she leaves him to meet her friends.

You Are In Love - J.M.

Prompt from list: “Oh my god! You’re in love with her!”

Requested by anon 

Italics are flashbacks

A/N: I’m not sure if this is going to work out the way I want it to…

When he’s with Zach, it’s like he’s telling him the flashback.

Jonah sat in his bunk, eye closed and memories of your time together running through his mind. 

“Jonah!” You squealed as he picked you up, spinning you in around in circles until you were both dizzy. 

“Oh my-” You couldn’t continue your sentence, your head was spinning and your heart was beating faster. You fell onto the floor, pulling Jonah down with you. 

“Hey.” He whispered as he looked into your eyes, his own eyes shinning brighter than ever. 

“Hi.” You whispered back, quickly glancing at his lips when you noticed he closed them. “What are you doing, you weirdo?” 

“Nothing, just enjoy the peace and quit.” He opened his eyes, grinning down at you. He sat up, still smiling at you while watching you sit up too.

You both sat there, enjoying each others company at the beach while watching the sunset. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” Zach pulled back the curtain to Jonah’s bunk. Jonah groaned, annoyed at the fact that he had been disturbed. 

“Nothing, what do you want?” He mumbled grumpy, rubbing his eyes. 

“Wow, someone’s mad. I was wondering if you wanted to go out shopping? I’m bored and everyone else is busy.” Zach took a step back as Jonah started to climb out of his.

“Fine.” Jonah began to walk away, thinking of all the times he dragged you out to shop. 

“Come on, it won’t be that bad! We’ll just walk around and buy a few things!” Jonah carried you down the stairs with you over his shoulder. 

“Jonah!” You whined, kicking your feet slightly. “I don’t have any money, I’m just going to cry over everything I can’t have.” 

“Whatever you, just tell me. I’ll get it for you.” He said as he put you down next to his car, opening the passenger door for you. 

“Like hell. Listen little boy, if I start crying over something, I will fight you, understood?” You pointed at him as you got in the car, it was pointless to argue with him. 

Jonah ran around the front of the car, quickly getting in and starting it. “Perfectly.” He turned his head to look at you, a grin on his face.

“I hate you.” You mumbled as you rolled your eyes, putting on your seat belt. 

“I miss you.” Jonah whispered to himself, looking at a picture of you two together after getting in the uber Zach had ordered. 

“Miss who? Man, what has been with you lately? You seem so out of it?” Zach turned to look at his best friend, his face filled with worry.

“Nothing.” Jonah looked out of the car, tears filling in his eyes at the thought of possibly never seeing you again. 

“Jonah, you’re not fooling anyone.” Zach stared at him, silently begging him to tell him. 

“I met a girl before tour started. We spent the whole summer together, that’s why you guys barely saw me.” Jonah whispered, letting a tear fall. “When I told her that I was going on tour soon, she…” He couldn’t say it out loud, he was still scolding himself for letting you go.

“What did she do?” The uber driver stopped, informing them that they were at their stop. “Thank you.” Zach opened the door, waiting for Jonah to get out before closing the door.

“Well?” Zach asked as they stopped at a jewelry shop, it reminded Jonah of the necklace he gave you before he left for tour. He wondered if you still had it, or if you threw it away. 

“She told me she loved me.” Jonah whispered, picking up a necklace that reminded him of you. It was simple, but breath taking at the same time. A golden chain with your first name initial.  

“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” Zach looked confused, he watched as Jonah stared at the necklace. 

“Jonah! It’s beautiful, but I can’t except it!” You stared at the necklace, a simple silver chain with a heart made out of your birthstone.

“Please, I want you to have something from me. Something you look at and think of me.” He held it out to you, waiting for you to take it from his hand. 

“Okay, but just this once.” You smiled, slowly taking it from him. Jonah smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be the last time. 

“Here, let me put it on you.” He took it from you, placing it around your neck and clipping it on the back.

“It’s beautiful.” You whispered as you turned around. “I love it!” You kissed him, the kiss sharing the same passion you two had for each other. 

“I love you.” You whispered as you pulled away. Jonah froze, not knowing what to say. “What’s wrong.”

He took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “I-I really really like you, but I’m not sure if I love you, yet.” He took a step back.

“Maybe we’re talking this too fast, maybe we should take a break while I’m on tour.” He rushed out. 

“Jonah! It’s okay, you don’t have to say it if you’re not ready. And if you want to take a break, then we will.” You tried to hold his hands but he just ripped them away. he could see the hurt in your eyes. 

“So, we decided that we were taking a break. But I can’t stop thinking about her, she’s so perfect and I probably blew it.” He put down the necklace, picking up a silver one with his own initial.

“Oh my god!” Zach exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “You’re in love with her! Even I see it, I just found out about her! Call her, right now. Fix it with her because I’m tired of seeing you sulk around all day.”

Without hesitation, Jonah pulled out his phone, dialing your number. He held up the phone to his ear, staring down and the necklace that he planned to give you. 

He heard you answer the phone, his heart beating faster at the sound of your voice.

“Jonah?”

“I love you.”


I was going to base this off of taylor’s song you are in love but then this happened. 

Black [M]

A/N: hey all, this is my first fic on tumblr. i went with dean and i have a lot of plans for this fic so please so support it ;( i’m sorry if my writing sucks im terrible i know but ive just had this idea in my head for a while so i wanted to put it somewhere. i’m most likely gonna continue it even if ppl dont read it bc i kinda wanna finish it lol. but yeah if you like it pls tell me :) any comments are very much welcomed! btw it starts off boring but i wanted a nice& clear background. i promise it will get better!

characters: dean x oc, zico, crush, rome

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, alcoholism, stoners(lol), violence, abuse.


chapter one:

  “nayeon!” I dropped the box full of school supplies as I ran to my roommate whom I hadn’t seen all summer. she replied with equal excitement as we hugged each other. we had just moved into a new place for the year and we were both anxious to set up our cute little house. our other two roommates had already arrived and I was the last one, what’s new.

“I missed you!” she cheerfully exclaimed.

“I missed you too!” I replied as I reached down, picking up the box I had dropped.

“come in we have to talk about tonight’s plans!”

she helped me finish carrying the rest of my stuff upstairs, and after sochi had helped me put my room together my phone dinged. I flopped onto my bed and grabbed it. I hadn’t noticed how much the 8 hour drive had exhausted me.

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Did anyone ask for...

…newlywed Fitzsimmons finally moving into their apartment and talking about babies? No? Well here it is anyway, with bonus discussion of Fitz’s craptastic father!

Written as a follow-up to this fic, but it’s not necessary to have read that one first. Takes place roughly a month after everyone escapes from the Framework. Enjoy!

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“Well, that’s the last box,” Mack announced, setting the cardboard box down with a grunt. Though he’d carried it with relative ease, the muted thud it made as it settled onto the hardwood floor revealed its surprising weight.

“Thank you for getting the heavier ones,” Jemma said gratefully, patting Mack’s arm as she passed him, fluttering about the apartment to make sure all of the boxes had been placed in the rooms that matched their carefully written labels.

Mack shrugged off the praise as he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “No problem. Hey, I’ve got to head back to the base to finish up those repairs for Coulson. Congratulations again, you two.”

“Thanks Mack,” Fitz said with a smile and nod. “See you soon.”

With a final wave, Mack headed out the door and out of the apartment building, where Elena was no doubt waiting impatiently for him. The only one left lingering after being wrangled into helping them move the last of their things from the Playground to their new apartment was Daisy. As Jemma roped Fitz into finally beginning the long process of unpacking, Daisy meandered through the apartment, studying the various paint samples Jemma had taped up whenever she’d found a spare moment throughout the past week.

Jemma happened upon her while she was speculatively eyeing the spare bedroom, which was empty of both boxes and paint samples – she and Fitz weren’t quite decided on what to do with it yet. As Jemma came to stand beside her, Daisy threw a wry smirk at her and said mischievously, “Well, you’ve got a ring, you’ve got a cozy little apartment – I think I know what comes next.”

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Laura Jackson-Blofis

If you didn’t know Percy, you’d think he was a professional in childcare. He could put them to sleep without any problems, they wouldn’t protest to eating when it was he who was doing the feeding, he could even calm a crying baby with just the sound of his voice. Percy Jackson had never even held a baby before his little sister was born, yet he couldn’t do any harm when he first held her.
“Would you like to hold her?” Sally asked, the baby was not even a day old, she was so tiny. Percy quickly shook his head, even taking a few steps away from his mom.
“I might drop her.” he protested. However, after Sally had fallen asleep, and Paul had gone home to shower, the little girl started crying in her crib. “No, no, don’t do that, mom’s tired, you can’t wake her” he pleaded trying to hush the baby. Popping his head out the door he saw no nurses, cursing he ran back into the room and carefully lifted his sister. “Shh.” Percy had been told before that his voice was powerful, that he could stop entire armies just by talking, he would never have guessed that quieting babies was something he could be capable of. The baby stopped crying instantly, with his voice and the rocking, she was as quiet as she would be if she were sleeping. Only, she was wide awake, looking at him with the most perfect blue eyes he’d ever seen, just like their mothers. “There we go, that’s better” only an hour ago he was adamant on not holding her. Now, with small tears in his eyes, he didn’t want to put her down. “You know, you look just like mom,” he told her as he walked towards the small armchair “You even have that dimple on your cheek like she does.” He gently poked it making her giggle. “I wish I still lived with her now, just so I could see you everyday. Wait, you don’t even know who I am, do you? I’m Percy, your brother.” He continued talking to her for almost an hour before Sally woke up to feed her and he had to leave for school. However, before he left, Sally quickly called him back.
“Her name’s Laura, Percy.” Laura, after his grandmother, any other name couldn’t have fit any better than Laura.

4 years later, Sally still talked about how she woke up to him having an entire one-sided conversation with Laura, how he’d take her giggling and gurgling noises as noises of agreement to whatever he said. As Laura Jackson-Blofis grew up, anyone could tell that her favourite person in the world was her brother. Some nights Sally would call him to come over, just so he could put her to sleep. If Percy was around, Laura would refuse to be fed her apple sauce by anyone else. When she could stand on her own, he’d let her stand between his legs as he slowly rode his skateboard around the apartment. Annabeth’s new favourite moment was when Percy put on a little fashion show for Laura. He needed to pick out an outfit for their sixth anniversary and she was determined to find him the perfect one.
“What about this one?” he asked the now 4 year old. She looked up from her book, a small smile on her face, but when she saw his green button down, she scrunched up her nose.
“You don’t look nice in green” she told him.
“Then what colour should I wear?” he couldn’t help but chuckle at the ‘thinking’ face she put on, as she furrowed her eyebrows and tapped her chin, Annabeth walked in. Neither of them noticed her, too caught up in what colour Percy’s shirt should be to hear the camera click of her phone. Instead of saying anything, Laura jumped off the bed and ran into the closet, promptly coming out with a white button down and a black vest.
“What did you ever do before I was born?” she asked, a finger pointing at him with her other hand on her hip. She even had the same look their mom gave when she scolded him, it kind of scared him. Annabeth couldn’t help but take another picture, laughing at the sight of her 6 foot boyfriend being scolded by his hardly 3 foot tall little sister. Laura’s eyes seemed to light up at the sound of her laugh, Percy swore that this girl loved Annabeth more than she loved him. “You’re home!” she exclaimed running right into Annabeth’s arms.
“I was only gone a few hours, you two looked busy” Annabeth teased, winking at Percy, “What else did you do while I was gone? Other than give Percy some fashion advise”
“Uhm, Jason came over for lunch, we had grilled cheese and apple juice, then he took me to the library while Fishy took a shower,” if anything could melt your heart, it was Laura calling her brother Fishy. It started when she first saw him breath underwater, it was when they were gone to Montauk for her fourth birthday. She already knew who Percy’s dad was, she just hadn’t seen any of his powers yet because no one was sure if she’d be able to see through the mist. After they realized that instead of a poodle she actually saw Mrs O'Learly as she was, they decided it was okay to show her. Ever since that day on the beach, he was forever known as her big brother Fishy. “I got a book, that one.” she pointed towards the bed, a copy of Sleeping Beauty laid discarded on a pillow. Laura went through the rest of her day; she told Annabeth how she ate ice cream with Jason and Piper, how Katie grew a flower for her right in her palm that only had a tiny bit of soil. With each event, Laura counted it on her finger. By the end of her story, she had a total of 6 fingers held up.
“Wow, you’ve had an eventful day” she smiled and nodded as if she accomplished something amazing. “Now, why don’t you go pack your over night bag while I get dressed and we’ll go drop you off at…”
“Nico said he’ll watch her.” Nico Di Angelo didn’t smile much, but something about Laura had put a new spring in his step ever since he met her. Apparently, Laura could even make the darkest of people light up.
“Nico?! Nico lets me eat cookies before bed!” in a flash Laura was out the door and headed for the guest room, which she declared as hers the moment Percy and Annabeth moved into their new apartment. Annabeth smiled and walked over to Percy, placing a hand on his chest, she gave him a kiss.
“I think she likes Nico better than you” she teased, Percy rolled his eyes and picked up the clothes Laura left for him.
“I don’t know why, I let her eat cookies before bed all the time”
“No, you eat cookies while putting her to bed. Anyway, at least we don’t have to feel bad about leaving her tonight” usually, Percy never left her side when she was staying with them. However, with their anniversary, they really had no choice but to find someone to watch her. Especially over night, because they were probably going to do something that Laura could not accidentally walk in on. Percy replaced his shirt with the new one as Annabeth walked into the closet to change. A few minutes later, Laura was waiting at their bedroom door, her backpack looking as if it was going to explode with what she stuffed in there.
“See! I told you this is better!” she stated seeing Percy in the outfit she picked out, “And hurry up, I want to go to Nico’s house” she turned on her heel and walked off towards the front door. Percy just rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Yeah, we don’t have to feel bad. And even if we did, the sight of Nico after being her make up doll will make us feel better” Annabeth laughed from inside the closet, the memory of Nico’s last babysitting experience replaying in her mind.

Friends in Accepting Places

Originally posted by amys-support-group

Request: Hey I don’t know if you’ll write this but could you possibly write about the reader coming out to the team about being nonbinary? I’m nonbinary and never really see anything with readers like that and I think it’d be great

Summary: Nonbinary!Reader comes out to teamiplier but they’re afraid of the team’s reaction. Spoiler alert: they don’t care what reader identifies as bc they still love them.

A/N: Hey friends, hope I did this correctly? I’ve never written a fic like this so I’m sorry if it’s bad. Thanks for the request though! Really made my morning when I saw the requests/notifications that the first two fics received! I even saw that the 2 other fics were among the top posts in the ‘markiplier x reader’ tag! Thanks so much for the love! Again, hope I did your request justice-I tried!

Also dammit  I really wish Tyler was in that gif bc it’s so cute.

Wordcount: 443, smol little blurb that took me 20 min to write oops

Requests are open! Request some more! Pls!

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