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OTP Quotes Challenge

A belated celebration for reaching 5000+ followers! Here we have a list of random quotes for you to use for your OTP! You can have followers tell you numbers to draw your OTP as, or you can write stories based on your favorites, or both! Take these quotes in any direction you like for your creative use. Have fun!

  1. “Aah! That tickles!”
  2. “whAT IS THAT?!”
  3. “woah what happened while I was gone”
  4. “wait no that’s mine what are you doing”
  5. “No, I’m paying”
  6. “It’s fine, stop worrying about me”
  7. “dON’T TELL ME I CAN’T DO THAT I WILL DO THAT THING ALL I WANT”
  8. “Come over here— oh crap no don’t fall— why does this always happen”
  9. “just tAKE THE JACKET”
  10. “I’m so hungry I could eat a— stop looking at me like that in public”
  11. “Well, that was certainly awkward”
  12. “waIT DON’T RUN AT ME I’LL FALL”
  13. “are… are you awake? Did you fall asleep already”
  14. “great, what did you bring home this time?”
  15. “I don’t know why you don’t like this outfit on you. You look splendid.”
  16. “aaah I can’t stop blushing… No you’re not helping at all”
  17. “I can’t believe they spelled your name wrong again”
  18. “enOUGH! ENOUGH WITH YOUR PUNS”
  19. “I can’t… I can’t believe you actually remembered…”
  20. “Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!”
  21. “okay, and how much money did you spend on that thing?”
  22. “I wish we could stay here forever”
  23. “who was that? oh… your cousin…”
  24. “You okay? You seem a little off today”
  25. “I’m fine
  26. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
  27. “c-can I hold your hand?..”
  28. “GIVE ME YOUR HAND”
  29. “oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.”
  30. “you can’t run so it’ll be faster if I just carry you”
  31. “You don’t need to tell me— I’ve memorized your order by now”
  32. “y-you look… you look very nice.”
  33. “did that person just take a picture of us?”
  34. “c’mon, let’s dance!”
  35. “oh mY GOD ARE THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES???”
  36. “oh, we are not letting you drive when you’re like this”
  37. “you’re a nerd. but my favorite nerd.”
  38. “why do you find those cute I hate those pictures of myself”
  39. “you’re very warm… It’s nice.”
  40. “You know what? I wasn’t even surprised by that. I’m that used to you.”
  41. “Wait, stay right there— I’ve got a song for you”
  42. “oh thank goodness… I didn’t think you’d still be here.”
  43. “You don’t have to do this if you’re scared”
  44. “EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN”
  45. “I can’t believe you actually bought that”
  46. “that… that was a lot different than I thought it’d be”
  47. “no stop i’M HURTING FROM LAUGHING SO MUCH”
  48. “let’s pretend I didn’t see you do that”
  49. “You’re too sweet”
  50. “ah, you’re up. how’d you sleep?”

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode one - the bone orchard. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

  • ❝ no expertise can surmount a sea that does not wish you to reach shore. ❞
  • ❝ wind can be reasoned with. ❞
  • ❝ celebration was cut short. ❞
  • ❝ only good thing about being in prison is the relief. ❞
  • ❝ tomorrow can’t do anything today hasn’t already managed. ❞
  • ❝ this country went to hell when they stopped hanging folks. ❞
  • ❝ no gallows dirt, no gallows deals. ❞
  • ❝ you know, i’m not superstitious. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t believe in anything i can’t see. ❞
  • ❝ i feel like there’s a fuckin’ axe hanging over my head. i can’t see it, but i believe it. ❞
  • ❝ i can see it fine. ❞
  • ❝ prison has a way of trying to keep you in prison. ❞
  • ❝ i smell snow. ❞
  • ❝ i love you. something feels weird. ❞
  • ❝ i love you too. what feels weird? ❞
  • ❝ the air feels constipated, like if it’d just push out a storm, it’d be okay. ❞
  • ❝ a hundred twenty hours till you’re home. ❞
  • ❝ waiting for the sky to fall is gonna cause more bother than the sky actually falling. which it isn’t. ❞
  • ❝ do not piss off those bitches in airports. ❞
  • ❝ i guess this must be your lucky day, huh ?
  • ❝ you nervous ?
  • ❝ just sit back and be a bird. ❞
  • ❝ i offer you the worm from my beak and you look at me like i fucked your mom
  • ❝ you’re just the first person i’ve met who isn’t an asshole. ❞
  • ❝ give me time. ❞
  • ❝ what would you have done, my boy
  • ❝ seems like a firm decision made for good reasons, i can respect that. ❞
  • ❝ you lost something vital in there, and not just time. ❞
  • ❝ what might i call you, if i were so inclined
  • ❝ always good to meet a fellow traveler. ❞
  • ❝ i usually end up getting what i want. on average, over time. ❞
  • ❝ it’s all about getting people to believe in you. it’s not their cash, it’s their faith. ❞
  • ❝ now, what’s keeping us aloft ? faith ? or newton ?
  • ❝ don’t rush into this, take your time. ❞
  • ❝ there’s always work for a big guy who’s smart enough to know he’s better off letting people think he’s dumb. ❞
  • ❝ by the end of your tenure, you could be the next king of america. ❞
  • ❝ a man gets out of prison, he should be focused above all on not going back. ❞
  • ❝ believe. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t think i have the talent for it. ❞
  • ❝ you … like me
  • ❝ i’m not what i once was. ❞
  • ❝ you’re perfect. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t know what i’m doing. ❞
  • ❝ what man does ?
  • ❝ do something for me. worship me. ❞
  • ❝ worship me. pray to me like i’m your god. your goddess. ❞
  • ❝ you feel so good. i could keep fucking you forever. ❞
  • ❝ say my name. ❞
  • ❝ beloved, i worship your breasts and your eyes and your cunt. and i worship your thighs and your eyes and your cherry red lips. ❞
  • ❝ i am yours, my beloved. ❞
  • ❝ go on, let go ! give me everything !
  • ❝ i love you. ❞
  • ❝ not that rushing into things can’t be a good thing … ❞
  • ❝ sex rushed into tends to work out best for all involved. ❞
  • ❝ okay, i’ve said ‘fuck off’ politely as many ways as i’m gonna. now i’m fixing to be direct. ❞
  • ❝ what the fuck do you know about [ ] ?
  • ❝ more than you, it seems. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not gonna work for anyone who’s got worse luck than me. ❞
  • ❝ call it. ❞
  • ❝ rigged games are the easiest to beat. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a little creepy, and you’re forward, and familiar, and i don’t like it. i don’t like you. ❞
  • ❝ who’re you ?
  • ❝ i’m a leprechaun. ❞
  • ❝ we don’t come from moscow, russia. or moscow, idaho, for that matter. ❞
  • ❝ no details. ❞
  • ❝ devil’s in the details. ❞
  • ❝ do you know who he is ? who he really is
  • ❝ he’s hustling you. he’s a hustler. ❞
  • ❝ damn right. i’m a hustler, swindler, cheater, and liar. it’s why i need assistance. ❞
  • ❝ name your price. ❞
  • ❝ how’d you do it ?
  • ❝ with panache. ❞
  • ❝ simplest trick in the world. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll fight you for it. ❞
  • ❝ win or lose, and you will lose, it’s yours if you fight me. ❞
  • ❝ can you feel the joy rising in your veins like the sap in the springtime ?
  • ❝ i wanted to be a part of your history. ❞
  • ❝ it’s just anger ––– makes you feel like you can change the outcome. ❞
  • [] had the nerve to ask me what i wanted him to do with it. i told him leave it where it found it. ❞
  • ❝ target would be more interesting than here. ❞
  • ❝ if there isn’t some kinda life after death, i’m gonna be so fuckin’ pissed. ❞
  • ❝ there is no closure from the dead. ❞
  • ❝ i’m sorry for your loss, [] , i really am. anyone tell you that yet ? anyone even hug you ?
  • ❝ hear me out, this is a good one. lex talionis. an eye for an eye. a blowjob for a blowjob. ❞
  • ❝ jesus, who knew i could be so angry ?! 
  • ❝ i am trying to get my dignity back here
  • ❝ don’t fuck with me, [
  • ❝ what’s he doing here ? what’s the plan ? what’s the game plan, man ? ❞
  • ❝ how auspicious, you must be special. ❞
  • [ ] is history. forgotten and … old. ❞
  • ❝ we have reprogrammed reality. language is a virus. religion, an operating system, and prayers are just so much fucking spam. ❞
  • ❝ the dominant fucking paradigm, [] , that is the only important thing. ❞
  • ❝ by the way, i was sorry to hear about your wife/husband. tough break. ❞
  • ❝ so, i will ask again: what is it [ ] is up to ? ❞
  • ❝ you saying you don’t know ? … would you tell me even if you did ?
To anyone who might care:

Sorry if it seems like I’ve dropped off the map. I’ve been in a little bit of an unhealthy head space recently, and whenever that happens, I don’t use social media a lot. But yeah, I’m okay.

I dunno, that’s really all I have to say right now– I just wanted to let you guys know what was up. I appreciate the continued support that you offer me.

Inner Vixen

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

 

Summary: You’re fed up with being the blushing, shy girl, usually too insecure to return any of Bucky’s flirtatious advances. But with a little help from liquid courage, your inner vixen makes an appearance.

 

Word Count: 3.6k

“Barnes. 6 o’clock.” Natasha whispered keeping her eyes focused on you standing right beside her at the bar. Tony’s latest rager had started approximately an hour ago and, though you would never admit to nervously awaiting his arrival, she noticed your eyes lingering on the entrance every now and again.

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Liam Dunbar x Reader

Requested by @alphanerd5sos

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, nsfw.
Word count: 2 134

Request: Can you a write a Liam Dunbar smut where the reader and him are bffs and she asks him what to do when you have sex and they kinda have feelings after they do it??

A/N: With the combination of the one Anon asking for ‘First time with Liam’.


You looked back and forth between your books and Liam, who was sitting at his desk, writing down information you needed for your presentation next week in history class. He was shuffling his feet under the chair in the same rhythm he tapped the tip of his pen against his textbook.

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Redemption // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: Jungkook scenario when your pregnant unplan baby he finds the test when you get home he starts yelling, blaming you throwing things,tells you to gtfo of his life with the baby saying fucked up things. So you leave Korea 3 year later you come back with your daughter and you guys see each other again he tries to win you back angst beginning but fluff ending?

words: 8942

category: heavy angst + fluff ending

author note: it’s time to see how good destinee’s character development skills are. also y/n didn’t leave, jungkook did. hope that’s okay. im so proud of myself for writing this?? I didn’t give up and I’m glad i didn’t. anyway, this took forever to write you can literally see my writing improve as you keep reading its kind of funny anyway let’s go!

- destinee

Originally posted by sugutie

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Spidey Suit (Tom Holland x Reader)

Hey everyone!! This is the first fic I’m posting here! I hope you all enjoy it. Please like and reblog if you liked it, and if you loved it, leave a comment! (Shameless self-promo- I also write fics for musicals on my other blog @hamiltontrashaccount, check em out) Also, thank you to @friendly-letters! She was the one who came up with this idea, and she was nice enough to let me write this! Shout out to her! Hope you like it :))

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1551

Warnings: Cursing, some suggestive comments

MASTERLIST


Tom was an idiot.

Sony gave him a very expensive costume and forgot to get it back from him. And what was the first thing he did with it?

Let his brother and his best friend try it on.

“Sony forgot to take away the Spider-Man costume…” Tom was saying to his camera. When he turned it off, he went to get the costume through the curtains.

“Tom,” you said. “You know, I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Sony wanted you to do with the suit.”

Tom turned to look at you. “Y/N, it’s totally fine.”

“Uh, what?” You sputtered. “Tom, I was there, a couple feet away from you, when they told you how much that suit cost. I had to pick your chin up off the floor.”

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Jack knew something wasn’t right when he woke up. The covers were too hot on him and his head was pounding like he’d been drinking too much the night before. He shifted, trying to get his bearings, but at some point during the night, he must have pulled the covers over his head. He struggled free, enjoying the fresh air, before noticing a pair of paws on the bed. When he moved his arms, the paws moved too. What followed next was a confusing jumble of panic and incoherent screaming that came out as yowls.

He must have passed out again, because when he came to, he was still disoriented and nauseous. He confirmed that, no, it had not been a bad dream. Somehow, he’d grown four legs and a tail overnight.

After the initial panic, he jumped on his bedside table where his phone was, but he was uncoordinated, and ended up knocking the phone to the ground. He batted at it on the floor, but found that the battery had drained itself overnight when he’d forgotten to charge it.

Cursing and swearing to himself, he wandered his apartment on shaky legs. Thankfully, he hadn’t quite turned off the tap in the bathroom and the dripping of the faucet helped to parch his thirst as he tried to think of what try next. He needed to get help soon. Otherwise, he was going to end up starving to death in his own apartment.

In the living room, Jack found a window that he’d left open because it had been too hot last night. He squeezed out onto the fire escape and tried not to look down. It was strange in this body. Jack never had an issue with heights before, but now, a glance downward to the street had his head spinning with vertigo.

Left with no choice, Jack began to climb upward with the dim hope that someone had also left a window open.

He didn’t get too far before the enticing smell of spices and baked dough reminded him how hungry he was. He followed the smell until he staring into a kitchen where someone was bent over, pulling pies from an oven. Jack called out for the guy’s attention, and when he finally glanced in Jack’s direction, he scrambled to open the window.

“Hey, kitty. What are you doing so high up?” he asked. Jack stiffened when the guy picked him up, but he let himself get rescued from the precarious ledge. “Where did you come from?”

Help me! I’m not really a cat! Jack tried to say, but as expected, it came out in a series of pitched meows.

“Hmmm, okay. You hungry?” He set Jack on the floor to rummage around in his fridge. He set out a plate of leftover meatballs which Jack, losing his composure, attacked immediately.

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, little–uh– guy?” He attempted to lift Jack’s tail to check, but Jack had hissed and swiped his claws. “Okay, never mind. We’re not going there,” he said backing off. Satisfied, Jack continued to eat, though with a suspicious eye on the guy who’d now dropped onto his stomach to watch Jack with a bright smile.

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just in time

@vlhoria asked: can you do an angsty fic that maybe ENDS with fluff but it’s peter x reader (and she knows he’s spider-man) and gets kidnapped and tortured reallllyy bad (almost dies) and peter almost doesn’t make it in time to save her? (i would prefer for it to end with a lil fluff but  you can run with it haha)

warnings: torture and angst 

word count: 2k

author’s note: this sucks but the request didn’t so i am deeply sorry for how rank this is.

Originally posted by winter-hunters


You hadn’t showed up at school today which Peter normally wouldn’t have worried much about, but the fact that he had only told you he was Spider-Man yesterday worried him, a lot. 

And now the sinking feeling of regret and panic settled in Peter’s stomach only growing more with each passing hour, it only seemed as the clock on the school wall moved slower and slower and him fearing for you safety he ditched the rest of the day and ran into the nearest alleyway to change into his suit.

He looked around making sure that no one was near before he pulled his blue sweater over his head and opened his backpack to get the red and blue suit Tony had made him. 

After he had removed his pants only leaving him in his plaid boxers, he quickly pulled the red and blue fabric onto his body along with the mask. He looked around one last time, seeing no one he pressed the spider on the front allowing the suit to wrap it self around his frame.


He first swung by your window landing on the fire escape with one hand in front of him and the other one behind his back. He pushed your window open and crawled into your room, and there was no sign of you there either.

He then pulled his mask off and walked around your house calling your name every once in a while knowing it was still a whole week until your parents got home from the business trip they had left for a couple of days ago.

It was quite obvious that you weren’t there so he picked up his phone and dialed your number for what felt like the hundredth time today. He waited and he waited until he finally heard the “Hi it’s Y/N sorry i can’t come to the phone right now leave a message after the beep!” 

He let out a frustrated sigh at this pulling his backpack off his shoulder so he could place the phone back in it, but before he could do so his phone dinged signaling that he had gotten a message.

His eyebrows furrowed in a questioning manner as he turned the phone around pressing the turn on button on the side. His phone screen lit up showing a notification that read ‘video message from Y/N’ he was quick to swipe right and unlock his phone to see what you had sent him.

He was hoping that it would be a video of you explaining where you were and why you hadn’t come to school today but judging by the thumbnail of it that was not the case.

He took a deep breath before pressing the play button, the video filling his entire phone screen. “Hello Peter” a rough man’s voice was heard as the camera pointed towards you hanging from two ropes that were tightly tied around your wrists, purple and yellow bruising already starting to form where the ropes were bound.

“Y/N here tells me you and Spider-Man are quite the ‘best buds’” the man laughed picking up the camera as to bring it even closer to your face, and when he did so Peter could see the multiple bruises and scars that covered it.

Anger bubbled inside him as he continued watching the video “so if ‘Spider-Man’ isn’t here within the next 24 hours I’ll make sure Y/N here gets what she deserves. Time starts now Pete so don’t waste it” and with that the screen went blank and it was replaced with a timer showing that he had exactly 23 hours 59 minutes and 45 seconds to find and save you.

He cursed to himself running back up to your room where he had left the mask laying on your bed. He was quick to climb out of your window and when his feet had landed on the fire escape he thought of every possible place you could have been held captive but his mind was blank and he was now aimlessly swinging around the city ignoring everything and everyone around him the only thing on his mind being to find you.

He eventually stopped on top of a fairly high building where he sat down on the edge of it groaning at how stupid he had been, before an idea popped into his mind. “Karen, can you track down Y/N Y/L/N’s phone?” he spoke remembering that your phone had the ‘find my phone’ feature “let me see” she spoke, a map appearing in front of Peter’s eyes as Karen tracked your phone down.

“Y/N’s phone is located at an abandoned warehouse not so far away from here, would you like me to lead you to it?” Karen asked, Peter’s ears perked up at this and he quickly answered with a yes the GPS that was installed into the suit leading him to his destination.

He quickly jumped off the building raising his arm up as he shot out a web that connected to another building, Karen’s voice telling him when to turn and where to go.

“Karen how much time do i have left?” Peter’s panicked voice asked as he swung from building to building “you have exactly 19 hours 29 minutes and 10 seconds” She spoke Peter pulling himself forward with much more strength and determination now.


“I don’t think you’re understanding the question little lady, so I’ll ask it again. Who is Spider-Man” the man yelled in your face a punch in your rib following soon after as blood spilled out of your mouth and tears made their way down your face.

“Go to hell” you spat at him, he could torture as long and as much as he wanted to but you would never give him the identity of the person you loved and cared for the most in this world, even if it would be the death off you which now seemed to be what would be happening.

“Wrong answer” he growled walking over to a metal table where he had numerous of weapons and tools laid out. Many of them he had already used on you and every single one felt as painful as the other but you had a feeling this would be the final straw.

He grabbed two items, the first being a knife and the second one a taser. He turned around a smirk playing on his lips as he tapped his finger on the silver material of the knife, painfully slowly making his way toward you.

When he was standing right in front of you he raised his arm up in a way so that you could clearly see the 6 inch blade he was holding a chuckle leaving his lips as he started dragging it down your cheek a blood curdling scream making it’s way passed your lips as he did.

“Do you want me to repeat the question?” he asked. You didn’t answer and kept your brave face on your lips forming a straight line “and again that’s just not the answer I’m looking for” he chuckled—yet again, as he pulled the taser out of his pocket and jabbed it into your side pressing the red button as electricity ran throughout your body and pain like you had never felt before consumed you.

You screamed, you screamed so loud you were sure everyone in the city had heard you. Your sobs filled the room as your legs gave out the only thing holding you up being the two black ropes he had tied you up with.

“Please stop” you begged finally finding the strength to stand back up but a fist connecting with your cheek sent you tumbling back down. Your vision started to blur and you knew in that moment the face of your kidnapper would be the last one you ever saw.

But a cold liquid pouring over you brought you back to consciousness and you gasped, your teeth grinding against one another. “This is no time for sleeping” the man chuckled “this oughta wake you up” he grinned going to tase you again so you closed your eyes and screamed yet again clutching the rope in both your hands as you prepared for the impact—but it never came.

You slowly opened one eye and saw the all to familiar red and blue suit consume your vision, you were glad he was finally here but you couldn’t keep your eyes open much longer and watching Peter fight the guy that had been torturing you tired you as you let your eyelids close and your body give out underneath you.

Peter had saw you slip into unconsciousness and a sudden rage bubbled up inside him a feeling he had never felt so strongly before. “Karen, activate instant kill” and with that his previously white eyes had turned into much smaller red ones as he lunged himself at the guy not caring for any damage he caused, the only thing he wanted being revenge.

“How dare you!” he yelled throwing the guy to another corner of the warehouse quickly picking him up again so he could toss him back down again. He had never felt anger like this before and he couldn’t control it. 

It was pulsing through his veins and he kept on screaming and yelling at the guy soon going in for the final punch that would definitely kill the man but before he could cause any more permanent damage his eyes landed on you.

He immediately dropped the guy and reached his arm up so he could swing toward you. When he landed in front of you he quickly cut the ropes that were bound around your wrists and let your body drop into his arms.

“No, no hey Y/N you’re okay it’s going to be fine” he tried to reassure himself “Karen call 911 and send them to this location now!” and after that Peter ripped his mask off and his gloved finger pressed against your neck a sigh of relieve falling from his lips as he felt your pulse.

“You’re going to be okay” he sobbed bringing your limp figure as close to him as possible. Strangled cries left his mouth as he brushed a lock of your hair out of your face and tucked it back behind your ear.

“I’m so sorry Y/N this is all my fault” he cried even harder feeling the previous anger that had consumed him being replaced with nothing but emptiness “I am so sorry”


You had woken up a few days later in a hospital bed where Peter sat next to you, his quite snores filling the room as his cheek rested in the palm of your hand.

You smiled at this and tried to move your hand so you could run it through his brown locks but as you did an overwhelming feeling of pain consumed you and you groaned squeezing your eyes back shut.

Peter quickly woke up at this and as his eyes met your now opened ones he grabbed your hand tightly in his and he smiled for the first time in days “you’re awake” he croaked out, a few tears slipping from his eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead so carefully you barely even felt it.

“Yeah I guess so” you managed to get out, although a burning feeling consumed your throat as you did. Peter seemed to notice this and immediately jumped into action “here drink this” He said as he handed you a plastic cup filled with water. You thanked him as you placed your hand on the cup and slowly brought it up to your lips.

The liquid ran down your throat and the previously burning feeling immediately faded away and you finished the entire cup in less then a minute handing it back over to Peter when you were done, where he placed it onto the table next to him.

“Thank you” you said smiling up at him but he only looked down at his lap and shook his head “why are you thanking me? This is my fault. It’s my fault you’re in here and it’s my fault-it’s my fault that you-you almost died!” he cried out standing up from the white chair he had previously been sitting on.

“No it’s not Pete, you saved my life and i can never thank you enough for that” you said your Y/E/C eyes meeting his brown ones. Peter quickly rushed forward at this and connected his lips with yours.

Your lips moved against one another for a few seconds before you both pulled away and smiled lovingly at one another.

“I love you”

Obliviate // Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: After the summer away from Draco you are beyond excited to see him again. Except once you two are reunited you notice something is off about him. When you confront him about it you learn of the darkness that rests within him, terrifying you.

Word Count: 1,928

Warning(s): None

A/N: AHHH finally a Draco imagine!!!

Disclaimer(s): Not my gif credit to owner


You’re gleaming with excitement as you walk through Kings’ Cross Station, you can’t wait to get back to Hogwarts. All summer you had been counting down the days until you were going to see all your friends again. You had especially been waiting until you were going to see Draco Malfoy, your long-term boyfriend, again. You were meant to stay with him for the last bit of summer before sixth year begins, but he said something came up with his family and they weren’t in the right position to hold company.

When you reach Platform 9 ¾ you barely bid your family goodbye before dashing through the barrier. You had gotten there extra early, one so your parents could say goodbye before they had to leave for work and two so you could see Draco sooner. You set your trunk and other belongings in the train and step back out onto the platform to wait for Draco.

When the distinct platinum blond hair comes into view, which can belong to none other than your boyfriend, you are not surprised to see him going at it with Potter. You just chuckle and roll your eyes, this ongoing feud was almost becoming comical. You watch the two, unable to tell if Draco lunges at Potter to taunt him or actually fight him. Though, you can tell that Potter lunged to fight before being pulled back by Weasley.

If you lay one hand on my boy Draco will be the least of you problems, Potter. You laugh at the thought of you actually causing harm to someone. Though, you never know what you’ll do for Draco. You always manage to surprise yourself.

Draco brushes off his tailored, black suit before looking forward again.

He seems a little off, even from a distance. He’s always been pale but at the moment he looks completely flushed; you can tell that he’s stressed from the tension in his muscles and the worry lines you can see from where you’re standing.

You catch his eye, him managing to stare deep into your eyes from meters away. He lets a smile take over his usual scowl when his grey eyes meet your Y/E/C ones. His smile makes your heart flutter as usual, for you know how you are one of the few people, or things, which can actually get Draco Malfoy to show a real smile. He shuffles along to you and you tilt your head, confused as to where his typical strut had gone. Draco Malfoy doesn’t shuffle he struts, everyone knows that. Something must really be off.

“Hi, love,” he quietly speaks, smiling down at you. He grabs you by your elbows, his normally firm grip turned feeble. He places a light kiss on your lips, you can still feel the passion but the power is nowhere near how it usually is when you’ve been apart for this long. "How was your summer?“ His voice is so quiet and frail, what happened to him?

"I think I may need you to answer that first,” you say while taking both his hands in yours. “Are you okay? You seem a little… off.” You just want to get straight to the point, if something is wrong with Draco you want to know now and fix it fast.

His eyes leave yours and he gazes off to the side and his smile recedes from his face, “I may have left some things out of the letters I sent you.” He sighs, “We need to talk,” he looks to the ground, then back to you. “Alone.”

“Okay,” you nod with a sympathetic voice, you give him a small, encouraging smile.

He struggles to smile back before taking one of your hands and leading you onto the train. You tell him the compartment you had previously left your belongings in and he takes you there, relieved to see no one else is in it or its surrounding compartments. You take a seat and he turns to close the doors tightly. He stands there for a second, hands gripping the handles of the door so hard his knuckles turn white, his back faced to you, he seems to be gathering his thoughts.

In a blink of an eye he sharply turns one hundred eighty degrees and rushes to sit across from you. He sits still for a moment before he looks down at his lap and starts to rub his palms up and down his thighs. What could he be so nervous to tell you?

You place a hand on his knee and only his eyes move up to look at you. “Draco,” you say in a small voice. “It’s going to be okay,” you give him yet another encouraging smile. At that tears start to form in his eyes. Was it something you said? What’s going on with him? “Dray, you’re beginning to worry me,” you voice is soft almost a whisper, you take one of his hands in yours and rub circles on the back of his with your thumb.

“I’m scared,” he whispers. “I’m scared,” he repeats letting a single tear fall.

“What are you scared of baby?” You sweetly ask while placing a hand on his cheek.

He melts into your palm, placing the hand not currently being held by yours and places it over top the one on his cheek. You feel his tears start to collect in your hand and you try to wipe them away as they fall with your thumb. He lets out a few whimpers and you know to give him time to get out what he needs to say.

“I’m scared of everything,” his voice is barely a whisper now. “I’m scared of what I’ve become, what I’ve been told to do. What will happen if I do it and what will happen if I don’t. I’m scared I’m going to lose everything,” he sniffles. He looks up, reconnecting his eyes to yours. “I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”

“Dray, you’ll never lose-”

“You don’t know what I did,” he cuts you off. “And what I’m set to do.” His gaze leaves yours once more. His face turns deeply solemn and you can see the pain twinging in his eyes. He removes your hands from him, breaking all contact and sits up. Tears continue to roll down his cheeks when he speaks, "And I think it may be better, safer for you if you were to just break up with me and forget we ever existed.“

"Draco, don’t say that,” you sharply remark, tears now filling your eyes. “Don’t ever say that,” your voice breaks. “Whatever you did,” you grab his hand. “We’ll get through it together.”

His eyes meet yours and he slowly shakes his head. “If you stay with me, if he knows how important you are to me,” he swallows hard. “He’ll hurt you. He’ll torture you to make sure I do what he wants.”

“Who?” You ask so quietly you’re unsure Draco could even hear you.

He looks down at his forearm. Your breath gets caught up in your throat. You hope that it’s not what you think. Then, he begins to roll up his sleeve and you see it. Evil rests inked into his skin forever.

He has become a Death Eater.

“No,” you shake your head, tears falling furiously from your eyes. “No,” you place your head in your hands. “This can’t be happening,” you sob.

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out. “But I had no choice.”

You look up at him, barely being able to see through the tears in your eyes. You know for a fact he really didn’t have a choice, but he’s still done it and you know you can’t be with him anymore. It’s an internal battle, you know he’s right and it’ll be safer for you if you leave him but you can’t let him go through this alone. He’s going to lose everyone at school if they find out, you can’t let him lose the one that is most important to him.

“I-I don’t- I don’t know what to do,” you say. “It will be safer for me if I leave you,” he winces at your words. “But I can’t, I won’t.” You see a bit of hope gleam in his eyes. “Draco,” you take both his hands in yours again. “I know this is scary, you’re going to need me now more than ever. I’m not on his side but I’m not going to let you deal with being one of them alone.”

The hope in his eyes falters and is replaced with remorse. “You don’t want this,” he shakes his head. “You can say it all you want that you want to help me through this but you don’t. You want to runaway from it and I don’t blame you for that I really don’t,” he squeezes your hands. “I know you’ll never admit it and you won’t leave my side knowing what we once were.”

“Once were?” You question.

Draco knows you better than anyone and he knows the sheer terror that rang through you the second you saw the fatal flaw on his arm. He knows that you’ll stand by him through it and that eventually it will all become too much for you. Even once you reach your inner turmoil, he knows you will still stand by him. He knows the love you have for him is so strong that even once every bit of your soul is lost to terror you will still be at his side.

All of this is why he knows what he has to do.

“I’m so sorry,” he says and you give him a confused look. He kisses you once more, with more passion and desire than all of your past kisses combined. Tears roll down his cheeks as he knows this will be the last time he’ll ever feel your lips pressed against his. The last time he’ll ever feel that you two are one.

“I love you,” he whispers after pulling away, his face only centimeters away.

You don’t know what is going on in his head but that doesn’t stop you from responding, “I love you, too.”

Draco lets out a sob when the words leave your mouth. It’ll be the last time you ever say those words to him.

He does his best to pull out his wand without you noticing. You are both staring deep into each other’s eyes. You don’t notice him moving his wand close to your temple. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before uttering the most painful word.

“Obliviate.”

He erases the memories of you two from your mind. He leaves a few behind from first and second year when you two only spoke when one needed help in class. He knew even with being obliviated you would question why you had seemingly never spoken to him.

When the memory charm is completed he quickly gets up and exits the compartment while you are still in a daze. He stands in the corridor for a moment, breathing heavily with his back faced to your compartment. He peers over his shoulder and gets a last look at you. His heart can’t take it, he immediately begins to shake with vicious sobs. He runs down the corridor to an empty compartment, sits in the corner, pulls his knees to his chest in attempts to become as small as possible and sobs until he runs out of tears.

“What’ve I done?” He repeats countlessly. 

flower petals [c.m x  reader]

Connor Murphy x Reader

 Request : @doilyloily 

 “ Write me some connor Murphy x reader where reader is really positive and when connor bumps into her and he thought she would make it dramatic and say that he attacked her, but she just “oh no, I’m sorry.” And he’s just so ??? Shook ??? And then they’re apparently neighbors so when she says hi and walks to school with him he’s also ??? Shook ??? And then after a while he’s just: oh heck I love you and BOOM it’s fluffy. Idk man. “ 

 Warnings: swearing, cuteness. 

 Y/N = your name \ Y/L/N = your last name

this is extremely out of character lol but i like happy Con so…

xoxo cass

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anonymous asked:

i was wondering, do you think sebastian and ciel care about each other in the manga?, i would like to hear your take on this, because till now i have seen multiple interpretation plus my own, and so i was curious

Care is a pretty loose term in my opinion. Someone can completely shatter you and still claim to care about you. But let’s assume you mean the romanticized term. Care is an understatement for the two. I think the Kuro duo share something a bit deeper than care.

It is something more along the lines of.. planet shattering, death defying, soaked in the deepest pits of hell and blackened by the core of both of their hearts NEED.

Ciel comes off as a child going on 35, cold and emotionless, stopping at nothing to reach his end goal. There will definitely be pawns piling up at the foot of his throne and I wholeheartedly believe Ciel will hold no remorse in watching them fall. The young master’s personality is eternally serious, unfaltering from his pristine reputation as the Earl of Phantomhive.

-BUT-

Ciel needs Sebastian. He does not only care for him. He needs him. He needs him, to be the only being he shows his weaknesses to. To be the one that comforts him when he screams from his night terrors. To be his cursed redemption and first class ticket to his own personal hell. He needs him. Ciel tends to be very unfazed by many things that happen but… what happens when the butler gets hurt..?

Look at those eyes. Ciel believed in that moment that there was a possibility that he could lose his demon. That he could lose everything. I see desperation. But what I see most is hysteria. He is about to completely lose it. Yes yes, I know, it can be because he really thought Sebastian would die. But look at this…

Ciel does not believe that Sebastian’s life is in danger. He understands that the demon will eventually heal. But then why does he scream out? He was caught by surprise from the demon’s painful grunt and his true emotions came out when he called his name. Why? Because he cares needs him. Wants him. Breat- let me stop. But this is also interesting…

Why? Why is the proud earl of Phantomhive giving rest to not only a servant but a demon that will heal quickly at that? Simple.

Because he is so utterly grateful and relieved that he didn’t lose him.

So… what about Sebastian? Ah, the demon. Yes, upon first meeting Ciel, he almost immediately regretted his decision to be with such a troublesome child. Until things changed. The boy grew on him. Sebastian has said multiple times over and over that he does not experience human emotions, right? Well he is right, of course.

-HOWEVER-

What happens when Ciel gets hurt?…

What happened to the oh so well put together butler? This looks like a lot of emotion to me. And yes, again with the whole he may be fearing the loss of his cultivated meal… but is that a reason to crack the carefully blown glass of his flawless outward appearance as the perfect butler?? And this one…

Look at him yelling. He is so desperate he cannot even help but scream like..a…human? –gasp- He could have held it together. Ran as fast as possible, got to the door, knocked just loud enough to wake everyone. But no. Hysteria has affected the demon as well and he is completely freaking out. Looks like emotions to me. Why? Because he cares NEEDS this boy. This soul. This life as a butler. This little inkling of interest he has found within the multiples decades he has lived. And let us not forget this…

Again, we have the butler spazzing over the safety of his young master. Again we have the butler losing just a bit of control over his rationale. And why the coat? Why did he cover Ciel with the coat? Looks like emotion to me. Now here is where Ciel first awakes in the Green Witch arc. Look at Sebastian’s face…

“Oh my devil, you’re awake, holy crap, are you okay?” I mean, his eyes and the sweat drip speak for themselves. 

Now let’s take out Ciel’s safety entirely. The boy is alive. He is awake. He is being taken care of. But Sebastian doesn’t seem so happy…why?

Because the young master has order him to “not touch him.” He does not only live to eventually feed off of Ciel’s soul. He now exists to yield to Ciel in any and every way possible. It looks almost physically painful that he cannot be near the little lord (who REMEMBER is still being taken care of and is in no danger). Sebastian is legitimately upset that he cannot be the one to cater to Ciel.

Not just because he cares for him. Not just because he wants him.

But because he NEEDS him.

All in all, I fully believe the two care for one another but on a whole other level than what others would think when they hear the word care. Their bond goes deeper than that. I believe that if they were the only two left alive in the universe, Sebastian would wake up, pour Ciel’s tea, the boy would sigh in content and proceed to tell Sebastian how lovely the morning air was in the dead of winter.

Even if they didn’t, per say, “care” for one another…

They definitely need each other.

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pairing: hamilsquad x reader

prompt: Hi there! I was maybe wondering if you could make a hamilsquad fic about when the reader is alone in the house/apartment then suddenly robber shows up and sees her and the rest is up to u?

a/n: yes! i hope you like it! i have a hercules one that kind of follows this prompt so it’s called “vacancy” if you’d like to check it out! 

t/w: none! 

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“Make sure the doors are locked, love.” Alex advised you, kissing your head from where you sat on the couch. You were sitting cross legged, totally engrossed in the newest episode of your favorite show with a blanket wrapped around you tightly.

You hardly noticed until John waved a hand in front of you. “Baby? Did you hear Alex?” 

“Yes. Lock the doors.” You said absentmindedly, looking around him. He managed a laugh and you gave him a small smile. “Promise I’ll be okay, Jack. You guys can go now.”

“You sure, princess?” Herc raised an eyebrow slightly, already slinging his jacket over his shoulders. He looked over at you from where he stood near the front door. Alex got up to look for something, mumbling things you didn’t quite pick up as he got up from the couch. He hurriedly gave you one more little kiss before he did so. John kissed your forehead and headed over near Herc.

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The Guy Upstairs

Word Count:2,588 

Warning: Smut 

A/N: a nice smut story with a little bit of aggressive Jin. Again! Big shout out to bangtans-baby for the quick edit!^^


 You tapped your pencil against your notebook in an annoyed manner. You knew in college, partying was second nature. But what you didn’t understand is how someone could have a party every week. How and when did their school work get done? This was the problem you were having with your upstairs neighbor, Jin. Over and over, you had asked him to keep the noise down but he continued to neglect your feelings. And this wasn’t one of those parties’s where people invite friends over for a small gathering but a P-A-R-T-Y! Where there is liquor and loud music involved. Students become sloppy drunk and no longer care about their surroundings or the people around them. They puke and fall down everywhere, not to mention the aftermath of cleaning up the mess. 

A loud thud followed by cheering interrupted you from your thoughts. You threw the comforter off of you in a huff and changed into sweatpants. You grabbed your keys and left out of the front door. Before you could take a step, a guy spouted vomit over the hallway floor and himself. This was the shit you were talking about, the negligence. Who was gonna clean this up once the party was over? It wasn’t like you stayed in the dorms and have janitors tidy up the place. You, Jin, and another guy on the third floor stayed in an apartment building and paid a quarter of the rent. The rest was funded by the school. The best part was that you had your own apartment to yourself, complete privacy. 

No roommates, no RA, no school staff to bother you. It sounded like heaven on earth that is, until you found out your neighbor was a party animal. And when he wasn’t partying, he was fucking his extremely vocal girlfriend. The sounds of their lovemaking was so loud and vivid, they could of been fucking right next to her. You stomped up the stairs. His apartment door was wide open, people stumbling in and out. After wandering around, you found Jin in the kitchen with some friends and his girlfriend. He looked buzzed but alert. When he spotted you walking towards him, he smiled. 

“Look who finally came to party.”

 "Can I have a word with you?“ You spoke, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice. Jin pulled you into his bedroom which, surprisingly, was neat and clean. He closed the door behind you, shutting out the rest of the party. 

"So what’s up?" 

You turned to face him, crossing your arms. "You promised me the last time that you would keep the noise and bumping down to a minimum. I know we are neighbors and we have to deal with each other until one of us moves out but could you at least show some compassion? I’m trying to study for an exam coming up in a few days but your parties are distracting. If I wanted to study or do homework in the privacy of my own home, I should be able to do that without being disturbed." 

Jin looked at you sympathetically. "I apologize. I’ve had a tough week with school and I wanted to relax with some friends. I swear, we will try to keep it down next time." 

"You said that last time, Jin!" 

"And I mean it this time.” He countered. You scoffed and walked passed him but before you could leave out the room, he spoke again. “You’re always so uptight. I’m here if you ever want to relieve that stress." 

You rolled your eyes and headed back to your apartment, slamming the door once you made it inside. That night, you slept with a pillow over your head until the party died down at 4:30 that morning. You awoke mid-afternoon and dress for class. You heard noises in the hallway but didn’t pay much attention to it until you stepped outside your door. Four guys were thoroughly cleaning from top to bottom. They were washing the walls, sweeping, mopping, and dusting off the banister. Soon there wouldn’t be a trace of a party ever occurring. You were really impressed. 

"Excuse me but why are you doing this?” You asked one of the boys. 

“Jin paid us to clean his apartment and the hallway." 

"Oh… okay. Well thank you, you guys are doing a great job." 

You left and returned a couple hours later to find Jin waiting at your door. "What are you doing here?” You questioned, earning a chuckle from him. 

“I live here too.” He stated. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“I meant what are you doing at my door?" 

"I was hoping if you would let me take you to lunch. There was something I wanted to talk to you about." 

You looked in his face to see if he was joking. You and Jin never associated with one another outside of the apartment building. But it’s wasn’t "drunk Jin” or “silly Jin” only a guy with a serious look on his face. 

You found yourself at the local diner sitting across from Jin. You two had ordered a simple burgers, fries, and coke and were waiting on the waiter to bring it to the table. He was the first to speak and break the silence. 

“Thanks for joining me today. I know this may seem a little sudden." 

 "That’s okay but I’m curious to know what you wanted to talk about." 

"First, I would like to apologize about the loud noise coming from my place every weekend. It was selfish of me to ignore your feelings and disrespectful of me not to let you know what is going on. So I’m coming to you like a man and letting you know that from now on, I promise not to make a sound.” The last thing you expected was for him to apologize and it caught you off guard. 

“Second, I promise to clean up after each party. You don’t have worry when you step outside your door." 

 You took a sip of your drink and cleared your throat. "Thank you for understanding, it really means a lot. I’ll try not to bitch at you so much if that helps." 

"It does,” Jin smiled. You both shared a laugh before lifting your glasses for a toast. “To neighbors…" 

"To neighbors!" 

~~~ 

The pillow was pressed against your ears, trying to drown out the sounds. It had been two weeks since Jin had taken you to lunch and promised to keep the noise down. But as of that moment, he was upstairs fucking his annoyingly loud girlfriend. Not to mention the bed was bumping against the wall. The day before, he had threw another party. It was so chaotic that drunk people were trying to enter in to your apartment. You should have known better than to trust a word that came out of his mouth. Jin will always be an inconsiderate jerk who only cared about himself. You were over it. 

The next day, you stormed up the stairs banging hard on his door until he opened it. A sleepy head Jin emerged from the other side of the door. His hair was unkempt and he was shirtless. You figured he would still in bed, after all, he did have a long night. Jin rubbed his eyes trying to focus on you. 

"What’s up?” His deep raspy voice asked. Your breath hitched in your throat as you lost your train of thought. 

“We need to talk.” You pushed past him and entered his home, waiting on him to lock up. What you needed to say was unpleasant and you didn’t want your other neighbor to hear. It’s suddenly dawned on you that his girlfriend could still be there. You didn’t ask before you came barging in and it made you somewhat uncomfortable. 

“She’s not here.” Jin spoke. He caught you looking around, trying not to be obvious but you failed. It’s actually surprised you when you heard his voice again. You weren’t aware that he was watching your every move. 

“Oh… well that’s good,” you tried to play it off by flipping your hair in disinterest. “I didn’t want your girlfriend to think something was going on between us." 

Jin uncrossed his arms and walked closer to you. "She’s not my girlfriend.” He whispered in your ear before walking into the bathroom. You heard the faucet running and you took the time to take a breath. Your heart was pounding and you didn’t know why but you were also nervous. This was the second time you were alone with Jin but this time you were in his house and it was just the two of you. It didn’t help that you were wearing tight short shorts and a loose sleeveless shirt, while he just paraded around in just pajama pants. 

“So what did you want to talk about?" 

You turned around and found Jin still topless, drying his face and hair with a towel. Your eyes drifted down to his abs that flexed every time he moved his arms. When your gaze returned to his face, the end of his lip was curled in a smirk. You placed your hands on your hips to show him that you meant business. 

"We sat at lunch and you promised me that you weren’t going to be noisy." 

"When was I noisy?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him. "The party two days ago! It was so out of control people were trying to break in to my house! And then yesterday, your girlfriend was screaming so loud I can still hear her voice echoing in my head." 

Now it was Jin turn to cross his arms. "When a party ends, it’s up to them to find their way home. I apologize if they thought your door was home. And I told you, she is not my girlfriend. Just someone I sleep with from time to time.” 

"But they are your guests!” You screamed at him. 

“Yeah but I told you that "I” would keep down the noise. I never mentioned anything about my friends or guests.“ He stated confidently. Your eyes widen at the true nature of his words. All at once your anger boiled over. 

"You asshole! I can’t believe I trusted a single word that came out of that smart ass mouth of yours!” But Jin only laughed. 

“Now, now… I thought you promised to be less bitchy." 

"Fuck you!" 

You stormed towards the door, only to have it slammed back in your face and you being pushed up against it. Jin turned you around and leaned in close to your face. His all to familiar smirk present on his face. 

"With an attitude like yours, you make me want to. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be so uptight." 

You stared into his eyes and without thinking, your lips crushed his. Jin responded by pulling your body towards his. Your tongues met in the middle as the fight for dominance began. He gripped your hips, making you feel his present hard on. The kiss ended and his mouth latched on to the side of your neck while he fondled your breast in his palm. 

"Do you always leave out the house without a bra?” Jin whispered in your ear. He didn’t even give you time to respond back before your shirt was being lifted over your head. Immediately, he spotted a piercing on your right nipple and chuckled. “You really are a bad girl." 

Jin placed his mouth over the entire areola, flicking the piercing with his tongue. His hands worked removing your shorts until you were standing in front of him naked. He grabbed your hand and led you to his bedroom, tossing you on his bed. 

"Wait, won’t your friend get upset that you’re fucking someone else?" 

"Why must you keep bringing her up? Is it because you are jealous after hearing me fuck her last night?” You rolled your eyes. 

“No." 

 Jin nodded and leaned his body over yours. "Good, because I plan on fucking you harder." 

He kissed down your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach until your glistening pussy rested in front of his face. He placed a light kiss just above your clit and moved away. Jin stripped out of his pants and laid with his back on the bed. You questioned his movements until he pulled you on top of him with your pussy in his face and his cock in yours. Instantly you felt his tongue lapping at your clit. You gripped the base of his cock and licked up the precum that was dripping down his shaft. Placing your mouth over the tip, your head bobbed up and down as you stroked him, taking more of him in your mouth. You heard him grunting under you which only encouraged you to move faster. Jin removed his mouth to wet his index and middle finger. He used his middle finger to tease your tight ass hole before penetrating it. His index finger entered your pussy and his mouth went back to work on your clit. You were in complete bliss and could feel yourself leaking down his finger. You groan around his cock and retaliated by massaging his balls. Right away, he pushed you forward, making his cock leave your mouth. 

 "Fuck,” he groaned. “Ride me." 

He held his cock still as you hovered over him. Slowly you slid down his length, emitting a moan from both of you as he stretched you open. You leaned forward and held on to his thighs as you began rocking your hips back and forth. Jin had a clear view of your ass and his cock moving inside your pussy. You moved your hand to rub your clit, tightening yourself around him. Jin felt the difference and threw his head back, relaxing against the mattress. His hands gripped your waist as he helped you grind on him. After listening to his reaction, you turned your head to look back. 

"Cumming already?” You teased. 

“Not even close." 

Jin sat up, wrapping his arm around your waist and flipped the two of you over so that he was on top. He spread your legs wider making his cock sink further into you. You held on to the bed for dear life as he plowed into you over and over. You voice echoed off the wall and you could feel the bed moving across the floor under two bodies. You finally understood what it felt like to be vocal and you loved the feeling. You were surprised if the entire neighborhood didn’t hear your moans. That feeling at the pit of your stomach was approaching and you knew you were close. Jin did too. His finger slowly circled your clit while still pounding away made your orgasm come a little too soon. Your pussy squeezed him, refusing to let go until your orgasm died down. Jin helped you ride it out by thrusting into you harder and faster. His orgasm was not too far behind. He pulled out and nutted all over your ass and back. He fell to the side of you and the room became quiet as you both tried to catch your breath. 

"So now do you promise to keep down the noise?” You asked, sitting up to look at him. 

 Jin thought for a minute before he answered. “Nope." 

"But, why?" 

"Now that I know what you will do to me if I’m loud, I think I’m gonna throw a party every day.”

French Girls | Shawn Mendes Imagine

A/U: I guess this is what I call a fucking blurb. HAAH OKAY . Also shout out to @nobravery for helping me with all this French!! 

Word Count: 2,918

Songs:   From Gold - Nova Amor (Shawn’s) & La vie en rose - Édith Piaf (Her’s) 


“Your music taste is so… nice.” I said as I crossed my legs on Shawn’s bed.

It was late in the evening and it was dark already outside. Shawn’s window was cracked open and I could hear crickets between song changes.

“You don’t sound confident in that statement,” Shawn said smiling as he stood up from this dresser that had his average sound system on top.

I smiled nervously. “No, no. I do mean it, it just that it’s a little different from mine, but I still really like it.”

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Lore of Darkiplier and Antisepticeye

This is here by lore and theories from two fans of Markiplier and Jacksepticeye and means no harm by what we write. This is simply fun, nor is anything really cannon unless already stated. We don’t want to get into debates or say these  characters could be anyway shape or form real. We adore and love these youtubers and would never want to make them unhappy or uncomfortable. Thank you and here is our findings. -B

DARK

-Mark made a contract with Dark when he first started youtube (like back in 2011)

-Dark would allow him to gain love and support and gain the ability to make the effect in the world he wanted too, with the rule that Dark could periodically take over Mark’s body (and basically just exist latently inside Mark)

-Eventually Mark just kind of went into denial that Dark was real because Dark rarely showed up (except for the few times that Mark doesn’t really remember much because Dark took over the vessel and Mark’s consciousness was just kind of knocked unconscious) (this having similar ideology to when someone with split personalities ‘falls asleep’ or ‘loses time’)

-So Mark started laughing at the idea that Dark was real, and was greatly amused by the fanbase

-But Dark wasn’t pleased…….

-He wanted his share of the bargain, and he was trying to find an opening when he could gain control of the vessel

-Then the fanbase discovered Anti (translation: “created” Anti)

-Dark was told by the greater demons to try to contain Anti, but he didn’t find it that easy…

-Dark is a much older demon than Anti, having come into existence a very long time ago, far before Mark ever made a contract with him

-Also his real name isn’t Dark. That’s just the nickname he adopted because of the fanbase

-Dark has a fun time deciding what his appearance will be. While he appreciates the appeal of nicely done up suits and ties, and he really enjoys looking nice, he also does enjoy dressing up more “punk” I suppose (especially because when he rips the sleeves off Mark’s shirts it pisses Mark off and that’s so much fun)

-Dark has his own personality, own style, but has caught up with the times. This then creating his best advantage when he puts himself in front of an audience.

-During the “Date with Markiplier” video, Dark took over Mark’s body finally after a very long time of staying silent and inside, not only because Anti was starting to become more active, but also because he saw it as a brilliant opportunity to completely win over the vessel from Mark and get his side of the bargain

-This created the idea of ‘Dark’ into the cannon for the fanbase.

-Dark has a tendency to use Mark’s voice against him, and against the people around him. Everyone knows Mark’s voice is really nice and really attractive, but when Dark uses it for his own uses, it’s so much worse, and because it looks like Mark, no one really understands why Mark is suddenly so much more seductive, but it’s just Dark taking advantage of the faculties provided by his host

-Dark is a psychopath. He has no guilt or remorse, no empathy, no emotion, hes extremely narcissistic and is superficially charming, as well as dishonest, manipulative, and reckless - all traits of a psychopath

-Both Anti and Dark are incredible actors this fooling everyone they come into contact with - even fooling people like their family and friends.

-Dark is a sadist, so he will be looking to inflict as much pain as he can on the chosen victim. As whatever will hurt the person the most. This could be rejection, physical pain, or otherwise.

-First you will see it as Mark, our lovable doof and nothing will seem abnormal. Only when he is tired of using the host will he become his own entity. WIth the knowledge he has gained about the victim will use that against your will.

-Dark is a master manipulator, and has no remorse or guilt for anything he does. He simply enjoys the act of inflicting pain

-Dark has a magnificent way with words, and coupled with Mark’s fantastic voice, it’s hard to say no to him. Really hard. If he tells you to sit, you sit. If he tells you to kneel at his feet, you do it. If he tells you to kill yourself, you find a cliff and jump. It’s almost impossible to say no to him, no matter what he asks for. His words are sweet whispers in your ears telling you that if you just give yourself over to him the pain will end. But it never does

ANTI

-Anti was just the idea of a demonic figure, but the fanbases sudden obsession with him slowly made him grow into an actual creature with a large amount of malicious intent

-When he fully became real, that’s when shit hit the fan

-Anti is crazy and angry and out for blood, and he won’t stop until he gets his quota (and who knows how much that is)

- Anti being based around Jack, he has his qualities since the fanbase had to have a vessel when creating up this creature.

- These qualities are more superficial than anything, like jacks green hair or bone structure. His laugh and over chaotic personality.

-While Jack stands for believing in yourself and being who you are, Anti would do anything for his victims to be shocked and taken back and scared with his existence. Also taking Jack’s worst qualities like his self doubt Anti will use this to make others feel bad this acting as a lure when talking to victims.

-Whereas Dark has a (mostly) consensual contract with Mark, Anti has nothing of the sort with Jack. Since Anti was created from Jack, he has no idea the demon is in him, and Anti is thrilled by this

-It means he can cause so much more havoc (such as making Jack hurt himself or others and then let Jack take back over the vessel with no memory of what the hell happened)

-This is why Dark has a 3d appearance when he takes over his vessel, whereas Anti is more glitchy - because he has no consent to take over Jack’s body, and so the two are fighting for control of the vessel

-We as the viewers see this as glitching or 3-D as that is what we has humans can relate this too. These are youtubers so it makes sense to the brain that they would look in a way related to technology. It’s also the only way our brains can really understand the real way they look, as human minds can’t handle that kind of eldritch thing

-Anti is a sociopath. He’s a pervasive liar, he’s physically aggressive, has no regard for his or others safety, and also has no remorse - all traits of a sociopath

-Anti loves to cause pain, but he’s also obsessed with inflicting pain on himself more than anything else. He’s very masochistic, and thus makes a perfect partner in crime to Dark, the opposite to him

-Anti blames other people for his own faults, mistakes and actions, like when he blamed the viewers for Jack’s death in his halloween video. This being shown as him killing the prized possesion of the fanbase, Jack.

-Anti has no regard for consequences, and believes he can get away with anything. He didn’t really kill Jack, but because the fanbase saw him appear to do so, he caused as much pain as he could, which he loves to do

TIMELINE:

-Markiplier seals a contract with the demon later to become known as Dark

-Markiplier starts his first channel, Markiplier

-Markiplier’s first channel is cut off from ad revenue, and thus gets canceled

-Markiplier starts his second channel, MarkiplierGAME

-Markiplier uploads the video “don’t blink” on June 19th, 2012, the first recorded (and canon appearance of the creature known as “Darkiplier”

-Markiplier uploads the video “don’t move” on July 4th, the second recorded (and canon) appearance of Darkiplier. This marks the first time Dark uses the black and white effect

-The fandom starts to notice Dark’s presence and creates a separate persona of Markiplier named Darkiplier as Mark continues to upload videos where he stares into the camera and just generally acts creepy

-The October of Terror Livestreams of 2012 start, where multiple appearances of Dark are recorded

-Markiplier uploads the video titled “Mr Kitty Saves the World” on July 23rd, 2013. A little over halfway through the video, it seems to glitch out, and Darkiplier’s face shows up on screen, with the words “THANK YOU” being heard through a distorted filter. Then the video loops back to the beginning, signifying the first time Dark uses looping as an effect. Mark also starts this episode by mentioning that he’s been having nightmares and seeing things out of the corners of his eyes

-Markiplier uploads the video titled “Error #53” on the same day as “Mr Kitty Saves the World” July 23rd, 2013. The “game” he’s playing seems to be riddled with glitches and problems, but he just brushes it off as nothing much, until near the end when everything seems to glitch out and Mark’s webcam disappears

-Just five days later, Markiplier uploads the episode titled “Raspy Hill”, and a little over halfway through this video, it glitches out once again, and the gameplay is replaced by clips from the gameplay with what we think is Mark’s voice over it (but what may actually be Mark being influenced by Dark) saying things like “Lately I haven’t been feeling like…myself” and “But it’s okay, because you’re here now. Here…you’ll be safe”

-Markiplier has another October of Terror Livestream in 2013, where Dark makes a couple of appearances

-Markiplier uploads “Jumpscare Friends” on May 12, 2014, where Dark seems to take over his body by the end, gaining control of the vessel through Mark’s heightened fear senses. This also shows that Dark can influence others around him, causing the others around Mark to make him anxious and frightened

-Markiplier uploads a video titled “The Way Too Serious Dance” on April 6th, 2015, where he claims that the dance he does can summon Darkiplier. This may only be Mark poking fun at the character the fanbase has created, but by this point Mark has completely gone into denial about the fact that Dark is real

-Markiplier uploads a video titled “Surgeon Simulator IN REAL LIFE” on May 10th, 2016, where by the end it’s shown that Mark is manipulating Matt into cutting Ryan apart, like on the game Surgeon Simulator. This is likely just a sketch, and not an actual appearance of Dark, but it’s noteworthy nonetheless

-Later that year, on August 14th, Markiplier uploaded a video titled “relax”, which features Darkiplier as a prominent figure who attacks Mark in the pool as he’s thanking the audience for 14 million subscribers. This likely isn’t an actual appearance from Dark, but is Mark acknowledging the “angsty, emo” persona the fanbase has by now made Dark out to be. At this point Mark believes that Dark doesn’t truly exist, more parodying the idea.

-On February 14th of 2017, Markiplier uploaded a video titled “A Date With Markiplier”, which seems to simply be a pick your own adventure style video with multiple endings, but quickly becomes more than that when Darkiplier shows up physically and clearly for pretty much the first time. He takes over Mark’s body in “HORROR” and talks directly to the viewers for a long period of time, talking about how he’s been cast aside (both by Mark himself as well as by the heightened presence of Anti in the dual fanbase’s mind), as well as talking about how he can give us more choices than Mark can (despite the fact that in reality, he only gives us one choice - the other three are links to his older appearances: don’t blink, don’t move, and relax). In the video titled “FREEDOM!” Mark once again appears and fights Dark (although Mark here is actually Tyler in a Mark mask but let’s not get too meta). In the end, a gun is dropped and we as the player are given the option of who to shoot. If the dialogue of the two Mark’s is actually listened too, it’s pretty clear which Mark is real. While Dark says things like “Kill him! He needs to die!” and “He’s going to hurt a lot of people!”, Mark says “You can’t trust him!” and “He’s got–he has weird eyes!” The statement about the eyes especially stands out, as Dark is often depicted as having strange dark eyes, and also because Mark says things like that. He’s a goof, he cares about us and would do anything to save everyone, whereas Dark merely wants Mark taken care of so he can control the body. When you shoot one, the other Mark takes control, and you get ice cream (vanilla if you killed Dark, chocolate if you killed Mark). If you killed Mark, you look down at the ice cream, and when you look back up the screen glitches, and Dark appears, telling us we made the wrong choice, and that we’ll be there with him forever. If you kill Dark, you look down at the ice cream and the screen still glitches, but when you look back up and it’s still Mark, implying that Dark is still in there, but is weakened and has no control.

-If you and Mark get caught by the chef in the date, and then you escape and decide to stick together, if you decide to try and exit, Dark glitches into frame briefly before suddenly you and Mark are transported back in time to when you were still in the cell, showing off his ability to loop time, and also showing that there is no escape, no exit…unless you call upon Wilferd Warfstache, which we won’t get into here

-So far this is the last appearance of Dark, and his biggest appearance so far

(AS WE SAID DARKIPLIER HAS BEEN AROUND LONGER THAN ANTISEPTICEYE SO HAS A LONGER HISTORY!)

-Jacksepticeye uploads a video titled “SOMETHING DOESN’T FEEL RIGHT | Five Nights At Freddy’s Sister Location #1” upon this at the end and throughout makes the video ‘glitch’.

-Through the whole month ending in his halloween video you will see ‘glitches’ with Anti peeking through in various poses and doing various things.

-Some of these include stabbing Jack, smiling into the camera, or killing himself even. Instilling that he is a masochist.

-Becoming more and more consistent is the noticing quality that Anti has been taking over Jack’s social media through the month.

-On Halloween Anti makes Jack make a pumpkin carving video and slowly interrupts him with sounds around what we know as his house.

-And mainly ¾ths the way through the video gets a green and grainy texture and Anti finds control of the vessel.

-Shouting on about how Jack is weak and Anti is ‘in charge’, that his fanbase ‘watched it happen’, blaming us and saying that ‘we could have saved him’, all while slitting Jack’s throat with the carving knife.

-Only the next day we see what we know as Jack to clean up and identify as him being Anti and then putting him in the cannon.

Jack doing other voice over work for other channels this being the unknowing creation of what will be AntisepticEye.

-Clips of Jack/Anti laughing causes the fanbase to doubt that there isn’t another person there. (Not cannon, but I like to think it is~B)

-So with these extra bits for other peoples videos we start to truly see the chaotic tendencies of Anti

-Between the next appearance of Dark, Felix and a couple other youtubers do a long 7 hour livestream for christmas Mark and Jack both taking part. Theory being this is when Dark got Anti undercontrol.

-This being only 2 months till the next appearance of darkiplier. (see above)

-Once Darkiplier appeared, Anti (in a response to a question on tumblr) called him a “cheap imitator”

-Jack also began playing the game “Detention” around that time, and throughout every episode of Detention there has been some appearance of Anti

-The last episode of Detention was #4, titled “BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS”. In the description there was Zalgo script spelling out the words “BETRAYAL” “NEGLECT” and “MISTAKE”. This may be a reference to us betraying him by paying attention to Dark’s appearance, or it could be a reference to us betraying Jack and allowing him to die (as Anti claimed in the pumpkin carving video)

This being created by @totheworldosanime and @juliansin

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Joy Buzzer: Part Two

I am so sorry this took so long to update. My family has had a few things go wrong in the past two weeks that made it kinda hard to find time to write. Anyways, here’s part two. Inspired by a prompt from my literal goddess. Thanks for giving me courage, @taylor-tut Hope y'all enjoy. 

Part 1(x) Part 3 (x)

Word count:1390

Tags:Lance whump, Langst, electrocution, our boy get hurt, whoops, Keith cares.

“Shiro. We found it.”


“Alright bag it up and meet us back at the rendezvous.”


Shiro turns back to where Pidge and Hunk had stopped ahead in the tunnel, taking sips from their water packs.


“Lance and Keith found the artifact. We’re going to meet them back at the rendezvous, then head back to the village to finish up the treaty.”


The group slides the water packs back into their spot and begin the journey back towards the rendezvous, still scouting out the hallway for anything out of place. As Shiro pans the wall with his torch, he listens to the sounds of the temple and the nature lurking outside. Water drips somewhere behind him. An animal scurries through the passage in front of them, the sound carrying. As they near the exit, a wind blows gently down the tunnel. It’s almost calming. That is, until the wind switches directions, coming from inside the temple, and the speed picks up violently with the temperature. The three paladins quickly crouch down in a huddle as debris and dirt races over them. It lasts for moments before it stops instantly and the sound of silence fills the narrow space.


Sound returns in the form of Pidge coughing. “What was that?”


“I don’t know,” Shiro states as he rises from the crouch,” but, it probably isn’t good news. Is everyone okay?” Shiro takes in the state of Pidge and Hunk’s armour, as well as his own. A fine layer of dust is layered on top, and it seeps into the cracks. Their faces are painted an ashy grey, as is their hair.


“I’m good.”


“Same here,” Hunk huffs as he stands up.


“Keith? Are you and Lance okay?” Shiro tries over comms. Only a burst of static replies as dust trickles down from the ceiling of the passageway. Shiro curses.


“Shiro?”


He sighs in relief before replying. “Are you and Lance okay?’


Keith pauses on the other side of link as rocks scuffle in the background. Keith is probably moving to a more stable spot. But, that means he was very close to the explosion, meaning Lance was, too. “I can’t see Lance.”


Shiro motions for Hunk and Pidge to head outside and do a safety check while he talks to Keith. “What happened?”


“Lance went to get the relic,” Keith explains as he continues moving over the rocks. “He went to grab it and it just blew up. I don- Lance!” A scramble can be heard over the link as Shiro hears Keith slide down some rocks.


“I found him, Shiro.” The relief flooding Keith’s voice is clear. “He doesn’t look too bad.”


Shiro’s reply is cut off as Hunk comes back into the tunnel. “Shiro, we have a bit of a problem. There’s a Galra cruiser coming at us and it’s coming fast.”

“Keith, we have a problem.”

——-

Sound filters in. Smoke permeates the air around Lance and the owner of the hand shaking him. Keith is in front of him, a worried look on his face as he speaks. Dust is ingrained in his mullet and armour. Lance takes a peek at the cavern, but only sees pieces of rubble and dust


“-ance? He- with me?” The world seems to spin and fade for a moment and Keith disappears. “Lance?” Keith is back, closer this time. “Hey, you okay?”


“Wha’ happened?” Lance slurs. It’s a little hard to form coherent words when your mouth feels like you’ve eaten a pillow, apparently.


“You touched the thing and it went off like the Fourth of July.”


So that’s why his body feels like he crashed to Earth in a bolt of lightning. Ouch.


“Oh.”


“Oh? Lance, you blew up part of a temple,” Keith states, the vexation seeping into his voice. “There isn’t time for this. The Galra are marching up here right now. We’ve gotta go.” Keith start to pull Lance up, causing his world to spin. But, like Keith said, there isn’t time for Lance to mess something up again and be a burden. He’s got to soldier through it. It was Lance’s fault anyways, wasn’t it?


So, Lance manages to stay on his feet once Keith gets him up, even with the world spinning around him and his limbs tingling. He’s determined to finish the mission, then sleep for about 10,000 years.


“Come on,” Keith says over his shoulder as he starts up the small mound of debris in the way of the tunnel. “Shiro said to head to the rendezvous, then head to the lions.”


Lance moves to step forward when the relic catches his eye to his left. He pulls out the bag before sliding it in and packing it away. At least the mission would be a success, even if the temple was damaged and they had to retreat from the Galra.

——-

It only takes them about fifteen minutes to finally get out of the temple, and by that time, the tingling in Lance’s limbs has intensified and invited it’s friend numbness for a party. As he follows Keith to the rendezvous point, it feels like he’s walking through molasses, forcing his legs to push forward. The humidity pushes down on his shoulders, making the effort put into walking and breathing in oxygen that much harder.


“We’re almost to our lions, Shiro. We’ll meet you guys up-”


“No. Head back to the village.” Shiro orders. “Deliver the relic, then come fight.”


Keith huffs at the ground. “We don’t have it. It blew up after Lance touched it. We need to help you fight.”


“Actually,” Lance wheezes,”I got it.”


“Good. Get it back to Allura and the Jeing, then meet up with us.” And with that, Shiro signed off to focus on the battle. Keith doesn’t say a word as he crawls into Red. Lance turns towards Blue, almost too suddenly as black spots dance across his eyes. He manages to get into Blue and begin piloting her back towards the village as waves of comfort and concern come from the lion.


“It’s okay, Blue. I’ll be fine until the mission is over.” But really, Lance is barely managing to stay standing. His legs and arms haven’t stopped tingling and numbness is beginning to spread. But, he had to be okay. He couldn’t mess up the mission any more than he already had. He had to do something right.


As they land, the small party of delegates gathered behind Allura shift on their feet as their hair is tossed and whipped by the wind of the lions. In the distance, in the forest behind the village, blasts from the lions and smoke can be seen rising from under the tree line. Allura strides closer the Blue’s maw to meet Lance as he emerges with the relic. He’s noticed that the black spots have returned to his vision as he walks down the ramp to Allura with the object in hand. He just has to make it fifteen meters to where Allura is across the small meeting square. Fifteen meters.


“Keith, Lance, you have some of the Galra fleet coming towards you at the village. Be ready,”  Pidge calls. Lance looks up at Pidge’s information to see one of the slender black and red fighter ships zooming towards them. As he watches more dots grow in the sky and form into a squad of the slender ships.


“Well, this isn’t good. I’ll hold them off and you deliver the relic,” Keith announces as he climbs back into his lion. The ships continue growing closer, ignoring the green lion flying after them. The cannon on the leading ship becomes visible as soon as it is within shooting distance. Red takes of to meet the fighter, but is intercepted but a small squad from out of nowhere.


Lance just has to make it to Allura. Keep her safe. Deliver the relic.


“Lance, look out!”


Lance turns towards where Keith is supposed to be stopping the cannon ship, but the Red lion is missing from the picture. The picture begins to change as the cannon powers up and discharges, aiming at Allura and the group of delegates.


“Allura!” He’s running now. The air seems to have disappeared, making it hard for Lance to breathe enough air in to make it to Allura.


Keith watches as the cannon goes off.

Stay In (Wooseok x Reader)

Rating: M, with a dash of fluff

(A/N) Ahoy, me hearties! lol Today we embark on a new adventure that it isn’t NCT related! Say whhhaaaaaaaa??? That’s right, here’s the first of my many Pentagon fics, a cute fluffy smut with our favorite gangly-limbed and tall maknae: Wooseok! Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

“We can’t go out.”


“But I want to.”

“It’s too cold.”

“But it’s just so pretty out, Wooseok,” you whined, wiggling in his arms childishly while you laid in your bed. He didn’t let you budge an inch, content to just snuggle with you for the rest of the day.

His eyes were closed, he was relaxed as he replied, “Classes were cancelled, why don’t we just stay in…and stay warm?”

You huffed, turning in his hold until you faced him, nose to nose, “You’re such a big baby you know that?”

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Musical Theory: Subtext in The Book of Mormon suggests that Elder Price is gay and that McPriceley could be a real thing

 So, I’m a big fan of this show on YouTube called Game Theory. It’s a show that looks at the subtext of video games to figure out answers to unanswered questions in the games (like who Rosalina in Super Mario Galaxy really is, or the true story of the Five Nights at Freddy’s series). It’s really interesting and I’d highly recommend you check it out. I’m also a big fan of a tumblr user called Loudest Subtext in Television, who is famous for writing excellent meta detailing all the gay subtext in the TV show Sherlock. The other day I was reading her meta and listening to the Book of Mormon cast recording, and it got me wondering… is there any subtext in that show? I initially dismissed the idea, but then as I started actually thinking about it… lots of weird things started to make sense, and I actually found a lot of evidence for what I suggested in the title of this post. I eventually came up with the theory that i’m about to present to you now. If you ship McPriceley, or you’re a big fan of the show, or you just like subtext in general, you might want to read on (obviously spoilers for the show below) :D

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Honey, I'm Home

You knocked on the door of the big house that you remember as yours. You had decided it would be best to start a new life without his help, it was working-ish.

“Hey”, Calum opened the door and gestured for you to come in. You walked in the door and stood awkwardly. “Hunter! Mommy’s here!”

“I’m coming”, your three year old yelled, “I gotta get my toys.”

“Okay, take your time baby”, you yelled up the stairs.

You and Calum had split a little over a year ago, it didn’t seem to affect Hunter now but your dreaded the days to come where you’d have to give him a real explanation. You and Calum split over stress, anger, and things that shouldn’t have been said, how could you tell your son that? You would cross that bridge when you got to it but for now, your number one obstacle was to stand in front of Calum without breaking.

“Sorry I couldn’t drop him off the last two weeks, I asked Mali to do it because I was working late”, Calum awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“No, no, it’s fine”, you waved off, “I hadn’t spoken to Mali in awhile anyway, it was good catching up”, you nodded. The silence continued.

“Hunter, you need help up there”, Calum called again, trying to make the situation less awkward which seemed impossible.

“No, I’m just packing my stuff”, Hunter yelled in his high pitch voice.

“But Daddy already packed your stuff, do you need me to come up and help”, Calum asked with a smile on his face.

“No Daddy, I can do it”, Hunter yelled again, “I can do it”, he repeated.

You and Calum chuckled, “He’s quite the character, am I right”, you commented.

“He reminds me so much of you, always trying to be independent”, Calum replied with a grin.

You both couldn’t keep the smiles off of your faces. This was what you missed. How could you let this go? How could you let it all go over something so stupid?

“I ready”, Hunter walked down the stairs while holding onto the railing. He saw your face and his eyes lit up as he increased in speed, “Mommy”, he hugged you as he finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi baby”, you cooed as knelt down to his height, “Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“Yeah, we went through photo albums. That’s what they’re called, right Daddy”, he asked Calum.

Calum nodded with an ear to ear grin, “Yeah.”

“There was a picture of you and Daddy. You looked like a princess in a white dress and Daddy looked like a prince in a suit”, he exclaimed with excitement.

Your wedding, Calum actually kept the wedding album. You had asked him tons of times if you could have it but he said he threw it away. He lied to you to keep it.

“That was a great day”, you told Hunter.

“There was a picture of you guys kissing”, Hunter scrunched his nose, “Why don’t you guys do that anymore?”

Both yours and Calum’s eyes went wide at his question, “Um…”, you trailed off while playing with your hair.

“It’s okay”, Hunter waved off, “Mommy you know what?”

“What”, you asked with relief at his change of topic.

“A boy in the big kid grades said that his dad and mom read something about how you and Daddy hate each other”, Hunter told you.

“That’s not true buddy”, Calum now knelt down beside you to tell Hunter.

“Yeah, we will never ever hate each other”, you joined in.

“But he said that it said that you guys don’t love each other anymore. He said the only thing that makes you guys see each other is me”, Hunter’s lower lip quivered.

“No”, Calum shook his head, “I love Mommy very much, she will always be my best friend”, he told his son.

Your eyes went wide as Hunter looked for your response, “Yeah, Daddy and I love each other a lot. We will always love each other and you.”

“Why don’t you live together anymore? All the other kids live with their parents. Uncle Michael and his wife live together, so do Uncle Luke and Uncle Ashton”, Hunter cried.

You and Calum looked at each other, “Buddy”, Calum began.

“Why can’t we live together anymore”, Hunter let out a raspy cry before throwing himself into your arms.

“What should we do”, you mouthed to Calum as Hunter’s head was in your chest.

Calum shrugged, “Let’s try it”, Calum mouthed with a smirk.

You were hit so suddenly that you hadn’t had any time to think. You were gonna make your son happy by moving back in, you were in mommy mode. You nodded before pulling Hunter off of you, “Mommy and Daddy are gonna move in together.”

His face lit up, “Really?”

Calum smiled, “Yeah Mommy’s gonna sleep here tonight.”

“In the same bed”, Hunter asked with a grin.

Calum looked at you, waiting for your response, “Yeah”, you nodded, “In the same bed.”