sorry this could have been so much better

Jeff Atkins Imagine #1

Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways

I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*

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Originally posted by cynicalsunset

    Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.

And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry. 

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper. 

There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship. 

“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.” 

You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”

“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too. 

You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!” 

Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?” 

“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression. 

“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed. 

You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt. 

“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…” 

“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends. 

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It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better

But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly. 

You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy. 

“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect. 

“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly. 

“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.” 

Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?” 

You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly. 

“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff. 

“So?” 

It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out. 

“We still on?” Bryce called out. 

You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.” 

Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed. 

When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor. 

You thought you had heard wrong. “What?” 

“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!” 

Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.” 

“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-” 

“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.” 

Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.” 

You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.” 

Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint. 

When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?” 

You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.” 

“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.” 

You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.

“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.” 

(PLS FEEDBACK IF I SHOULD DO MORE)(not edited)

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Daddies Get Insecure Too
  • Daddy: Hey baby? I'm sorry I haven't been the best lately.
  • Baby: Whaddya mean daddy?
  • Daddy: I haven't really been there for you. I know you've needed me and you've been really upset with me. I'm not doing good and I wish I could do better for you. You deserve so much better.
  • Baby: ...
  • Daddy: You're probably mad at me and you have every right to be. I want to be the best I can be for you and I'm failing at being your daddy.
  • Baby: ...
  • Daddy: Baby?
  • Baby: *hugs* I love you.
  • Daddy: I love you too. I'm so scared of you leaving. I know I can do better but I--
  • Baby: Shh. I love you. You're the best daddy I can ask for. I can't expect you to always be there for me because I know you get busy. It's my fault for always getting upset when you can't be there. I just really miss you is all. There may be people better than you but I don't want them. I want you. I love you more than anyone else in the world, flaws and all.
  • Daddy: *sniffling* I love you too princess.

grvssi  asked:

this one is for alex directly: how does it feel knowing that your words have changed lives for the better? i found your band 9 years ago when my dad died and everything since then has been so much easier to get through. thank you. i have your words tattooed on my arm forever and it reminds me i'm alive and well every single day.

Sorry to hear about your dad, but I’m really glad our music could help you through. 

And to answer your first question it feels amazing. It’s really surreal being told that sometimes.

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm Feferikin and I've been really depressed lately ;; if it's not too much trouble, could i request an erifef pic? (mostly bc eri is a major comfort character of mine and i love him to bits!!) also if you're able to do big scary buff abyssal feferi and tiny reef eridan that'd be awesome but you dont have to! ;w; i love your art! its so soft and cute,,

big scary fef = my fav thing ever
i hope u feel better dear ~

Shiksa Goddess - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1136
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark
Warnings: there is so much fluff its cliche
Requested by anon
Clint and Nat making fun of reader and Pietro for being too cutesy and for being that annoyingly sweet couple that nobody can stand for free of getting cavities.
Authors Note: So the request did not ask for this to be a song imagine, but when I read annoyingly sweet I thought of this song, Shiksa Goddess from The Last Five Years- you can listen to it here! And I have done my research, Shiksa Goddess is a term used by Jewish people to describe non Jewish people, HOWEVER THIS IMAGINE DOES NOT ACTUALLY USE THE TERM SHIKSA GODDESS OR MAKE ANY REFRENCE TO RELIGION SO IT CAN BE READ BY ANYONE! I did not want to limit anyone or offend anyone so it was best to leave religion out of this, it is meerly just the song name :) (Sorry it has been so long without an imagine out, I’ve been really sick.)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Hey, how’s your leg rash doing?” Natasha asked Clint as they walked around the base.

“Much better. It’s really annoying, though,” He groaned.

Natasha shook her head with a laugh. “If you were more careful and didn’t think you could slide on the grass and not get hurt, then you wouldn’t have gotten the rash.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Clint shook his head.

Tony almost ran into the pair when he sped around the corner. After almost dropping his coffee all over the place, Natasha noticed how his eyes were bugging out. “Be warned. Do not eat food in the kitchen right now; you will only throw it up if you stay in there. Good luck,” Tony told them, and ran out of the way.

Clint and Natasha gave each other confused looks, unsure of what Tony meant. They figured he could be overreacting, as he usually does, and continued on their way.

It was later at night, so there was no surprise that there had been some drinking by many in the base. Clint and Natasha walked into the kitchen, that was connected to the common room, and found you sitting on the couch next to Pietro. It was obvious that you both had a bit to drink, as there were bottles on the table in front of you.

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Hey guys, just wanted to say thank you to each and everyone of my followers and all the amazing people here in the AOS fandom! I would have never imagined that I could reach this milestone and yet I have, all thanks to you guys. :)

It’s definitely rewarding and for it to coincide with my birthday made it that much better! Everyone here has been so friendly, kind, humble and super funny. I love to read all your hashtag humor which always makes me happy. Also thanks to all the friends I have gotten to known here, sorry if you had to listen to my endless vents. 

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Have a good weekend everyone! <3

Are there any post civil war fics where Wanda realizes that leaving with Clint was a bad idea and she should’ve just stayed at the compound? It be cool to see Wanda go off on Clint for dragging her into it. Maybe realizing that Tony might have been right and isn’t as horrible as she thinks he is?

Okay but I just have so many feelings about that scene I had to get something down. Firstly Patsy. I feel like something which has been overlooked a bit in the whole ‘Patsy hasn’t written to Delia’ thing which yes is awful don’t get me wrong, is the fact that Patsy has lost her father. Patsy has now lost all of her immediate family-all of her connections to her past and the experiences she suffered through as a child. That is something that most of us, thank goodness, can’t even begin to imagine. Patsy’s little wave when she sees Delia is so dejected. She looks rough. For me it conveys all of the fight that’s gone out of her, and just how fucking exhausted she is by it all. Watching that fight come right back when she tells Delia she wants to be with her forever is such a special moment. Even in those few seconds, I feel we can really see that Patsy has truly realised that Delia is all she has now, and being apart from her has quite clearly made her realise just how important she is. And honestly can we just talk about the way Patsy Mount, the girl who pulled her hand away in coffee shops and at the kitchen table, who even checks behind her shoulder in private, grabbed Delia’s coat and pulled her towards her in the middle of the street. That just conveyed so much utter desperation. Patsy needs Delia. She needs her and she’s almost past caring about who sees that and honestly I don’t think that could have been portrayed any better than it was in that fleeting scene. 

You’ll Be Fine

Request: hello friend!!! Could you please do a sister!reader fic where Sams in college and reader is about 15-16 and its it first day of highschool. Shes like really nervous and dean conforts her and stuff. She find a quick salt and burn with the guy she sits next to? Idk i thought of a whole story but i think you could write it better, thanks soooooo much!!! @rosiesstanderds

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have been dying at college. I hope you enjoy this!! And again, I am sorry I have been dead to the world for like months.

Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, John Winchester, OC, Sam (mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, mention of blood/gore, sadness, let me know if i missed anything!

Tagging: @percussiongirl2017 @leenasleena-blog @winchesters-favorite-girl

Originally posted by dontlookatmeitwashim

Another stupid day. Another moment where you wake up and forget for a second that Sam is gone, that he left you and Dean, and won’t even answer your texts or phone calls. Another stupid hunt. Another week or two of wondering if Dad is okay, if he is alive. Another stupid school. Another month of hearing Dean complain that Dad left him behind on this hunt to watch poor little old you.

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Bad Day

Okay so this is for my lovely @takeiteasyonmyheart who has been having a bad day. I’m so sorry it’s so crappy you deserve so much more my love and I really hope your day/evening will get better. This is also for all my folk who have been having a bad day. I love you guys, again please forgive the crappiness.

Nothing had worked out the way you had wanted it to today. Everything that could have gone wrong had and you were cursing your crappy karma. Killing a spider shouldn’t unleash this kind of hell should it?
Grumbling you opened the door to your apartment, you needed a good night off. Maybe you still had some margarita mix left and you were positive you still had a tub of ice cream in the freezer. Sighing you toed off your shoes before making a beeline for the fridge. Let the comfort drinking begin.
You were pouring yourself your third margarita when the door to your apartment opened and Shawn walked through. The radiant smile on his face as he spotted you, slowly turning into a frown as he saw the pitcher (yes pitcher) of margarita you were holding and the open tub of chocolate deliciousness slowly melting away on the coffee table.
“Bad day huh?” he smiled at you
“No shit, Sherlock. ” you said with a sigh as he took off his coat in the hallway before making his way towards you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your pouty lips before whispering.
“Gimme a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” A smile, his plotting smile as you referred to it, on his lips as he disappeared into the bathroom.
You continue to grumble, pout and sip your tasty drink, enjoying the light buzz of just-enough-to-tingle tipsiness. Shawn reappears a few minutes later dressed only in his boxers.
“That’s a long time to just take off your clothes noodle boy.” you say snarkily as he beams at you. Why is he not sharing your misery? Doesn’t he understand how miserable you are right now? How dare he blind you with his goddamn perfect teeth like that? He doesn’t answer, simply picks you up and carries you through the living room ignoring your whined “my drinkkkkk…”. You hear the water running in the bathroom. Had he? As Shawn enters the bathroom, you in his arms, you see that he had set up a whole romantic bath aesthetic… A fragrant bubble bath, soft music playing in the background and so many candles he had left the lights off. The warm glow of at least twenty candles casts beautiful shadows on Shawn’s skin. He takes off his boxers before getting into the tub, he looks at you, hazel eyes expectant.
“Won’t you join me?” he smiles gently. You nod as you start taking off your clothes, your footing just a tad unsure (thank you alcohol). You put your hand in his outstretched one letting him help you into the water. You settle into the warm water, the massive bathtub just big enough for the both of you.
“Love, you know I adore you… but could you move just a tad to the side. You’re sitting on my balls.”
“Ooops.” you giggle as you rearrange yourself.
“Thank god.” he whispers. He pinches your arm when you can’t seem to stop giggling.
“I happen to be very attached to my balls, thank you very much.” he defends himself halfheartedly. He loves seeing you giggle.
“Technically your balls are attached to you…” You whisper teasingly. You giggle again when he nips your neck with his teeth.
“Smart ass.”
You sigh as he runs his hand up and down your arm; coaxing you back to soberness with soft kisses to the sensitive spot behind your ear and gentle hands on your ribs. He nuzzles his face into your neck. Kissing the juncture of your jaw lightly. You lean into his touch, a moaned whisper of his name on your lips. Your back arches as his long fingers dig into your muscles, massaging them gently. His hands slowly work their way down, kneading your skin as warmth pools in your stomach. Feeling safe and at ease in his arms you let yourself sink back against his chest. Your head rests in the crook of his shoulder, turning your face into his neck as his fingers tease the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. You moan a quiet please, wiggling your hips to get him closer to your pussy. His fingers slowly move in circles towards your clit, taking his time, torturing you with light taps to the bundle of nerves and slowly sliding his fingers back to rest above your pubic bone. Your back arches, pushing your hips into his hand as he cups your pussy, the tip of his index slipping inside.
“Shh. I’ve got you love. I’ve got you.” He whispers against your hair as his left arm wraps around your middle; effectively holding you down and making any movement impossible for you. He finally takes pity on you and sinks his index into you, slowly pumping in and out of you. A low moan tumbles from your lips as the slightly calloused finger grazes against your g-spot. A low hum vibrates through his chest as your walls tighten around his digit at the sensation.
“There it is.” He murmurs against your ear before adding a second finger and rubbing them against your g-spot. Trying to raise your hips you whine as his arms stops you and tightens its grip on you further. His hand slowly comes to rest on your breast, gently taking the nipple between his fingers and pulling lightly.
“Shh, love. No moving, just feel okay?” he asks you letting his lips run along the shell of your ear. You barely have time to nod before moaning as his thumb finds your clit and draws insistent circles over it. Your walls tighten around his fingers as you slowly feel pressure starting to build in your stomach. His fingers move in a come hither motion, slowly dragging against your walls. He adds a third finger, the fullness overwhelming yet just right as he pumps his fingers. As he whispers sweet words of praise into your ear you feel the telltale pressure of an orgasm building higher and higher, wrapping itself around the base of your spine. Your hips try to rise  against Shawn’s arm as his thumb draws tight circles over your clit. Your head tilts back, your lips turning into a pout as you silently beg him for a kiss. He lowers his lips to yours, taking your mouth in a devastatingly gentle kiss. His fingers pinch your nipple lightly, the sharp pain making you gasp and your hand wraps around his wrist in shock. His eyes open, a lazy grin on his lips.
“I do love the little sounds you make darling.” he drawls, as his thumb flicks your clit.
Ohs and please escape your lips as he keeps you not the edge of an orgasm for a few minutes. A particularly whiny and drawn out Shawn however does the trick as he lets his oh so heavenly fingers do their magic. The pressure in your lower abdomen becomes unbearable as he whispers “Let go love.” Against your jaw. A low moan tumbles from your lips as you shatter in his arms. Your hips bucking as your walls flutter wildly around his fingers. It’s not a screaming orgasm, it’s gentle, coaxed out of you, it leaves you drained and sleepy. As you slowly step out of the blissed out post orgasm fog, you register Shawn’s hands drawing soft circles into your skin. 
“Best possible outcome when making a pitcher of margarita” you mumble as you cuddle against his side. His choked laugh wraps around your heart like a warm blanket.
“What about you though?” you ask.
“What about me?” he frowns down at you, his fingers continuing to trace lazy circles on your stomach.
“Well that thing that’s closely linked to your precious balls?” you say. The fog in your brain clearing enough for you to tease Shawn, your favourite past time.
“Do not anger the guy who just had you begging for an orgasm love. It brings bad luck.” He threatens, laughter glinting in his eyes. You grumble a smile on your lips as you let yourself sink into his arms fully enjoying the feel of him wrapped around you.

Sorry Ishida Sui, Mutsuki deserved better

I have been a fan of tokyo ghoul for a while but after re: chapter 114, i am utterly shocked. this is the FINAL straw. what were you thinking ishida? i cant believe i would end up dropping one of my favorite mangas

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I am just so mad right now i cant contain myself…ugh..why ishida??? why did you have to ruin mutsuki so much? she had so much development!! where did it all go!!! noo!! I cant take it anymore im just going to drop this manga but ugh i cant get over it ! Everything that was promised to us by ishida was thrown in the trash

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Disappointing so disappointing after everything

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if only if :re was as good as part 1. :re it had so much potential, it could have been so much better if ishida had cared about mutsuki

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maybe it will taste better with ketchup

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let’s add some beans with it

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Why stop there? let’s cook it up to 4000 degrees celsius

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Add some salt, so much salt

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Finally, where it belongs

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Why ishida?

You could have made mutsuki one of the best developed characters ever. disgusting

Sorry ishida, i liked tokyo ghoul:re but not anymore. I just cant tolerate it anymore. ive had enough

Make Me Feel Your Love

For the anon who wanted some insecure!dan leading into some good ass lovemaking. (Pun unintended)

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Word count: 933

Warnings/tags: insecurities, insecure!dan, lovemaking, vanilla, reference to being unwanted or unlovable, goodboyfriend!phil, no condoms but they’ve been together a while and they are consensual and aware, phil cums inside dan hehe, I’m tired of making dan have girly moans sorry it’s unrealistic to me, also phil kinda moans a lot because I feel like he’s a moaner,,,, heheheheh that’s all

| MAKE ME FEEL YOUR LOVE |

“Dan baby, could you hand me-” I see dan on our bed, he’s snuggled into my sweater and his cheeks and red and blotchy, obviously he’s been crying. Rushing over to him, I squat down by the side of the bed, gently pushing his soft hair from his forehead, “Hey, baby, what’s going on right now?”

He sniffles, “Why do you even love me? You could do so much better! I’m all fat and u-ugly.” My heart clenches; this boy.

“Dan, listen to me ok?” He nods, “You are so insanely beautiful sometimes I genuinely can’t stop staring at you. I’m lucky to have you! Not the other way around. You’ve got the most amazing and soft, curly hair that I just want to run my fingers through all the time, the most warm eyes, dark eyelashes I would kill for, and your body is so nice, wanna touch you all the time, all soft and curvy, so much for me to grab, hmm?” Dan’s blushing like mad as I began kissing around his face. “Cutest little button nose,” my lips land on his, “softest lips I’ve ever felt,” I trail down to his neck, “so sensitive for me,” making my way down to his stomach and sucking and nipping at the flesh there, “all squishy and soft.”

“Phiiiillll,” Dan’s breathy whine pushes past his lips, hands reaching to tangle in my hair, “Please please make me feel good.” I hummed, reaching a hand to play with the rosy bud of his left nipple.

“Prettiest little nipples.” My other hand leisurely moves to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them to push them down along with his underwear until he’s naked hips down, I quickly fix that, pulling the sweater over and off of his head.

“You, want you undressed too,” Dan pleads breathily, lips poured just the tiniest bit. Quickly, I’m shedding off my shirt and standing up to peel off my lounge pants and boxers, my pale, purple veined cock springing hard and free to slap curved up against my taut stomach.

Reaching over, I clumsily open the bedside table drawer, grabbing what felt like- and luckily was- the bottle of half empty strawberry lube, popping it open with urgent, slender fingers. Once I thickly coated my fingers in the slimy substance, my hand traveled down dan warm and slighted pinkened skin, skimming just barely at his leaking cock and over his perineum, swirling teasingly around his tight ring of muscles causing his hips gyrate, pushing back onto my hand. My first finger found itself two knuckles deep in Dan’s warm opening, though not alone for long, quickly joined by another as I begin scissoring them, his velvet walls loosening and thighs shaking.

When he’s stretched to three fingers comfortably, I kiss my way up between his legs, using the excess lube to coat my well endowed length. Landing my lips on his, his legs wrap tightly around me, his arms doing the same around my neck, keeping close, only pulling back to gasp when I slowly push into him, immediately aiming for and hitting his prostate softly.

Mind you Dan and I were anything but vanilla, but I could sense tonight was all about just us, nothing extra necessary. I was steady in my thrusts, hitting his prostate dead on, my own moans mixing with his, breaths washing together in the most enticing way and heat burning our skin where fingers gripping and lips kissed. I looking into Dan’s eyes, “Close,” he whispered, walls clenching and toes curling, face and upper body flushed, skin damp, hair curled all messy just the way that reminds me of it in 2010.

“Fuck, come on Dan, feels so good, gonna cum too, cum with me.” I’m rambling but neither of us note, I’m taking Dan’s slick with precum dick into a loose fist and tugging in time with my strong thrusts.

Dan’s breathing halts for just a moment, muscles tightening - /all/ of them, trust me - before he’s spilling over Phil’s fist, body shaking and spasming, throwing Phil over the edge just after him, their groans loud and rough, “Fuck, Dan,” phil’s croaks, throat tight, he’s spilling into Dan, and he knows Dan can feel it, hot, thick, and deep inside of him, as Dan’s sucks in a breath, clenching around Phil, legs and arms pulling him closer, hands tangling in his hair.

When Phil starts going soft, he pulling out of Dan with a certain lazy gentleness one can only achieve in the haze of post orgasm, body still twitching with the aftershocks. He doesn’t bother to clean them up, and he knows they’ll light heatedly bicker about who let them sleep in such a stick mess, Phil ultimately giving in and kissing Dan in the shower as he washes them up, but that’s a moment for tomorrow.

“Love you more than I can express, Daniel. You must know.”

“I know. Love you just as much, if not more.” A small smile settles onto Dan’s lips, leg thrown over Phil’s hips, and head on his shoulder, arms tucked between them as Phil’s settled onto his back, arms wound tightly around Dan, legs tangled with Dan’s free leg.

“It’s impossible, and I’m sure you’ll argue me over it tomorrow, but right now, I just want to sleep with you.”

Dan hums, kissing softly at phil collarbone, “Don’t let me forget.”

“Never.” And Phil isn’t sure if Dan’s referring to Phil’s irreversible love for him, or the playful argument saved for the early morning glow, but neither will Phil let Dan forget for even a moment.

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SORRY! So sorry hat I haven’t been active in the means of writing and putting out my own stuff! There are some things I wasn’t really too sure about and didn’t have any ideas on but I’m working on a sequel for “It Feels Right” if anyone’s interested in that,,, ALSO PLEASE SEND SOME COOL AND CREATIVE PROMPTS :)?))????(((((????!!!!!!! K thanks :):

anonymous asked:

Hello your art is awesome! I'm not (emotionally) feeling good today but your drawings have helped me cheer up a little bit :)

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;; thank you so so much! I’m sorry you haven’t been feeling so good, days like those can be pretty crud… I hope things are going better for you now though anon *hugs* It makes me so happy to know my work could brighten your day up even just a little bit! ;u;

Stupid

This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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I keep seeing this woman at the bar I’ve been going to and she’s beyond stunning. from the passing conversation we’ve had she seems bright and lovely but unassuming and not concerned with career and I always think if I were her I could do so much with my life. And I wonder if anyone has ever thought that about me because as far as I can tell everyone would be and is better at living other people’s lives than their own that’s why we have assistants and fiction and RPGs. And I think if she knew my thoughts she would feel sorry for me because she’s happy.

Childhood - ||Jack Maynard Imagine||

Requested? Yes – ‘can you do a really sad imagine with jack where like youre like hanging with his entire family or something and like this sort of makes you sad because you were never like close with family or something like that’

[[this was lowkey triggering lol but I really hope u enjoy thiss and to the anon who requested, I hope everything is okay at home and you can always drop by if you wanna talk, id be more than willing to listen to ANYONES problems bc ily <3]]

It was Christmas Eve. You were with Jack and his entire family- Conor, Anna and their mum and dad. The house was decorated with little trinkets, glittering ornaments and glowing Christmas lights. Everything was so lit up and beautiful, just as was the family. As you all sat at the dining table eating dinner, Jack and Conor laughed as their father made yet another ‘dad joke’, Anna giggling as well as shaking her head.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sweet heart?” Mrs. Maynard asked a genuine smile on her face.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Very much so. Thank you for letting me spend Christmas with y—”

“I think we should be thanking you!” The Maynard father said loudly. “I would much rather 2 daughters.” He laughed. You blushed at this, feeling grateful to be included in such a family. They were always so kind and welcoming to you, since day one.

Everyone continued on with their banter, laughing and joking around with one another. After a while, they all began cleaning up the table, washing dishes and wiping down benches. As soon as dinner was finished, Jack led you to the living room where the whole family sat.

“When we were younger, we all came to the living room after Christmas Eve dinner and tried to stay up to catch a glimpse of ‘Santa’, of course we were all passed out by the time 10pm hit, but it sort of became this weird ritual we do every Christmas Eve.” Jack smiled, reminiscing on his tender childhood memories.

You smiled as well, but couldn’t help feel a little sad, envious even, for the lack of a good childhood you had. Jack noticed you slowly zone out as he gently called your name, snapping you out of your wondering state.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Jack asked; his eyebrows stitching together as he seemed concerned. You nodded back, giving him a small smile as you sat down on the couch in-between Conor and Jack.

Jack’s mother looked especially excited and ecstatic. “Y/n”, she said in a chirpy voice, you looked up at her as she smiled towards you, “guess what I have for you?” She didn’t give you much time to guess as she moved to the side and showed you a stocking with your name on it hanging from the fireplace. “Your own stocking!”

Your smile grew larger as you teared up slightly; you held it in as you didn’t want to look like a crazy lady for crying over a stocking. But it meant more to you than anyone realised, Christmas was never celebrated in your household, nothing was ever celebrated, not your birthday or Easter or any occasion. So this meant more than anyone knew.

“Thank you so much. I’m honestly really gr—”

“Oh hush, Y/N. You’re a part of this family now. Speaking of family, I have some old videos of the kids including Jack, how about we watch them?”

Jack groaned jokingly as Conor nodded with enthusiasm. “Watch Y/N, you’ll see how I was a natural born star and how Jack was a natural born lard.” You giggled as old family films were turned on.

Films after films of Jack and his siblings at a very young age opening up Christmas gifts, going to beaches, visiting other people and just being a loving and close family in general.

You laughed from time to time, a smile of your face caused by the silly things they all did as a family. They all seemed like such precious and amazing memories to have, and with every laugh that was brought out from you, another thought of your missing childhood was brought up.

You were on the verge of tears, it seemed pathetic but you couldn’t help it. Lifting yourself up, you excused yourself. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be back.” You said in a soft voice, Jack watched you with fretful eyes as you walked away, holding in sobs.

As you reached the bedroom you and Jack were staying in, you finally let the tears fall. Keeping your weeps as quiet as possible, you grabbed a few tissues as you wiped the ever-running tears. You kept telling yourself it was stupid, it was pitiful to be crying over such matters. But a broken family was something that affected you since day one and you couldn’t just forget about it.

As your tears continued to run down your cheeks, the door opened and in walked in Jack. “Y/N?” He said, his voice as soft as a bird’s feather as you kept your back facing him.

You tried to clear your voice and answer him; “yes?” however the cries were still evident in your voice.

He walked over, sitting down beside you and he made sure you were facing him. “Tell me what’s wrong. Is it something I said? Something Conor said? I mean Conor does talk an awful lot without thinking.”

You giggled through your sniffles at Jack’s little mockery. “It’s no one’s fault. It’s just watching all those family clips and your parents treating me like their own brought back some memories.”

“Well they can’t be good memories if you’re sat here crying on your own, Y/N. So speak up, let it all out baby.” Jack spoke in a reassuring tone, holding your hand and rubbing circles for comfort.

“I’ve never really told you…but growing up my family weren’t much of a family. It was always dull, always dark and sad. My parents weren’t very good ones, they neglected us all. Every day, upon leaving the house for school they’d be yelling, and when I’d come back, they were still yelling. We were never close. I hated Christmas breaks or Easter breaks because I’d hear people talk about how their mum and aunty argued over a piece of chocolate or how their uncle got so drunk that he fell on a cake. They’d complain about these things, complain that they never got to taste the cake, but I could only wish I had a funny, drunk uncle or that my aunty and mum would argue over something as silly as food. On these breaks where family would get together and laugh over anything and everything; my family would be in the house, ignoring each other or yelling at one another. It was never sweet, never comforting. It was never a family. I missed out on a happy childhood or a happy family.” Your face was a mess by this point, tears rolling down your cheeks continuously and your makeup now a running mess.

Jack stared at you with wide eyes as he teared up. He grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug, holding you for as long as he could. “Y/N, I’m so sorry baby. I’m so sorry for the shit you’ve been put through. I’m sorry your family never gave you the childhood you deserved. But fuck them; you have a new family now. A better family. My mum and dad always tell me they’d rather you be their daughter than I be their son.” Jack chuckled as you gave a small smile, “you’re a part of my family now, so we can start making sweet family memories from now on.”

You smiled largely at Jack, nodding in treaty as you hugged him tighter. “Thank you so much Jack.”

“I love you, Y/N. Don’t you dare forget that. Now how about we get back to our family, yeah?” You agreed as you both made your way back to the living, being greeted with laughter and cheering.

I wanted a break from studying, so I whipped up this quick fic that I couldn’t get out of my head. NOTE: Sorry if the characters are OOC and the grammar is bad. I wrote it very quickly. Also, Al= Allura. Enjoy!

   Lana sat behind the counter at Voltron Café viciously flipping through her Engineering Math notes. It was around 1PM so an upside was that the cafe wasn’t as busy as it usually is in the morning hours, but the downside is that she has exactly 24 hours to learn three chapters worth of math so that she has a sliver of hope to pass one of Ms. Iversons notorious exams. Lana pressed her face into her textbook and groaned into it.

“Engineering?” a voice chirped above her. 

“No. It’s actually witchcraft mixed in with an ancient alien language. But, I mean, I guess you could call it Engineering.” Lana replied. 

“Yup, that sounds like one of Iversons tests.” Hunk laughed beside her, putting away freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in the baked goods display. Hunk hovered over her best friends shoulder, reading the problem she was working on. Lana quickly stole one of Hunks cookies. “Lana, all of your work is right. All you have left is to take the derivative and plug in the x.” Hunk mused. Lana quickly did as Hunk instructed her to, and, sure enough, she got the right answer.

Lana looked up at Hunk with her best puppy dog eyes, “Hunk. Bffl. My bestie for life. My sun and stars. The best human being I’ve ever known.”

“I can’t Lana, I have a chem test tomorrow that I have to study for.” Hunk pouted, fiddling with the burnt orange ribbon she always tied her thick black locks in.

Lana smiled, “It’s cool, dude. But don’t think I’m not gonna be texting you problems that I really don’t get.”

Hunk beamed, “Deal. But I know this other girl who’s in Iversons class this semester. She comes into the cafe at around this time, maybe you two can study together.” Lana knew exactly who Hunk was referring to. Dark hair, sparkling eyes, always wearing some form of leather.

“Why do I have a feeling that this girl always comes in on a red motorcycle, sits right behind me in math, and is the bane of my existence?” Lana frowned.

Hunk shrugged, escaping back into the kitchens, “I dunno about all of that, but I do know you made out with her for a good thirty seconds on New Years before dipping out.” she winked. Lana turned a brilliant scarlet, just as the door chimed.

“Welcome to Voltron Cafe!” Lana called out, already scooping whipped cream into a cup. The drink was already finished by the time the customer made it to the counter. Lana turned, hot drink in hand, to face none other than Kat Kogane.

“Whipped cream with a three shots of hot coffee for Kat?” Lana asked in her best customer service voice. Kats eyes widened at how fast Lana made her order. She didn’t even get a chance to watch the cute barista make her drink from afar.

“Y-you- You remembered my order?” Kat stammered out.

Lana shrugged, punching numbers in on the cash register, “It’s not that complicated. And don’t worry, I tried not to make it as foamy.” Kat internally winced at the mention of foam and her awful attempt in looking cool in front of her crush.

“You’re never going to let that go, huh?” Kat frowned as Lana counted out her change.

“Tell you what, Kitty Cat,” Lana smirked, handing Kat her change. “Help me learn the last two chapters for Iversons math test from hell, and i’ll let it go. Shoot, i’ll put every bad interaction we’ve ever had behind me.”

“How generous of you.” Kat deadpanned, taking a sip of her perfectly made vienna coffee.

“I know, i’m just a wonderful human being. So will you do it or not?” Lana sighed, cocking a hip to the side.

“Throw in a couple of those chocolate chip cookies and you have a deal.” Kat smirked back.  Lana threw two cookies into a bag and practically jumped over the counter with her spiral and textbook. “Deal.” Lana will deal with Al’s lecture later, right now, she needed help.



BONUS:
       After a long study session, Lana and Hunk cleaned and closed up the shop together. It was company policy that workers should throw out any leftover baked goods, so that fresh ones can be made in the mornings. That never did sit well with Lana. Hunk was an artist in the kitchen and her food tasted like it too. She wasn’t about to throw that art away, with only racoons to savor it! So she packed up her besties leftover treats in a box and closed the shop. Lana bid Hunk goodnight, and walked to her blue Prius. There was a cherry red motorcycle parked right next to her car. Lana couldn’t help the smile that stretched across her face.

“Hey.” she called out to the other girl, handing Kat the box that was in her hand. Kat cautiously looked at the box and looked at Lana. “It’s not filled with snakes or anything.” Lana rolled her eyes.

“Are you allowed to be giving me this?” Kat asked in a hushed voice.

   Lana laughed, “You don’t have to whisper. They’re cupcakes, not cocaine. But, yeah. It’s company policy that we through out all unsold baked goods. But I usually just take them home, or hand them out to other poor starving college students like myself.” Kat only nodded her head, unsure of what to say. “This was more of a thank you, for agreeing to teach me math. And giving me a sliver of hope for Iversons test tomorrow.” Lana blabbered. Kat turned to put the box of treats on her motorcycle and pulled out a pen from her pocket. Kat grabbed Lanas hand and scribbled her number onto her palm. Kat silently prayed to whatever God was listening to her that her hands weren’t sweaty. It was Lanas turn to look at the palm of her hand, then Kat, then back to her hand.

“It’s my number,” Kat explained quickly, “in case you have any more questions.” Lana stared at Kat with wide blue eyes, and they narrowed immediately. Kats face burned in embarrassment. Did Lana know that she had a massive crush on her? That Kat was dying to give the pretty brunette with crystal blue eyes her number? Shiro always told her she was a shit liar, but Kat thought she had a pretty solid alibi!  

“Oh hell no.” Lana finally spoke. A part of Kat died inside. “I will not let you beat me in the flirting department! That was smooth as hell Kitty Kat, but i’ll woo your socks off. Just you watch!” Lana called, walking to the drivers side of her car. Kat let out a breath, and chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah lover girl. How about you focus on aceing our math test tomorrow?” Kat called, mounting her bike. Lana rolled down her passenger side window to wink at Kat before bidding her goodnight. Kat couldn’t help the stupid grin that was stretched across her face the entire ride home.


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((V: I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW OKAY, THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!! ASDFHUJIARLEKWDSFHUGIJRKLFDMS!!! I seriously was not expecting this when i logged in today!! Dude!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! 

Lana is SO ON POINT!!! Like, i couldn’t even portray her better than this!!! And it’s so funny omg, I already wanna doodle this omg I love it so much!!! Everyone is so great and aahh this is perfect!!! Thank you for this!!!!!

Y: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa THIS IS TOO CUTE OH GOSHHHHHHHH!!! Thank you for this this was just so cute and honestly made my entire day! I was screaming at Kat this whole time when you mentioned her fuck up like “GOD KAT WHAT IS YOUR DEAL???” 

This is absolutely beautiful and super cute! I loved the way you portrayed Kat as this bumbling awkwardly in love idiot! Like that’s what I’ve been trying to get her to come across as this whole time and you’ve done it so well! SO MUCH BETTER THAN I COULD HAVE OMG THANK YOU!!!!

Thank you so much for this this was just so wonderful! Thank you for putting up with us and our shenanigans and inconsistent updates (mostly me sorry about that yo school kicking my ass im sorry) 

We promise to update much more in the future!!!!))

Hey There Delilah

Anon: hi, do you take another song based scenario? i want to request jaehyun or johnny scenario based on plain white t’s - hi there delilah. thank you so much! :)

Genre: Nostalgia/ Long distance relationship/ Fluff

Jaehyun x Reader


New York City was always vibrant, buzzing with energy. People were always crowded on every street you turned no matter what time of the day. Being surrounded by so much energy tired you out. Before you knew it, you would be yearning for your soft bed and nothing else. The one thing you missed more than anything was him. His gentle voice as he sang you to sleep. His sleepy face and groggy face when you woke him up in your apartment. He would then pull you into his arms and hover on top of you. His innocent kisses turning into something else as his lips left yours and traced your skin around your neck and collarbones, leaving his marks there. You would comment on how he hasn’t brushed his teeth and he would laugh and kiss you even more. Your bed was never cold when he was there. The sky was a murky shade of grey from the large window of your small apartment. You had done various things to it to make seem more like ‘home’. But sometimes home isn’t four walls and a roof. Its two arms and a heartbeat. Your home lived in Korea, inside that suffocating dorm of his. You found your phone and stared at your desert-like inbox. He stopped texting a while ago. 

Leaving Jaehyun was heartbreaking. When you broke the news to him he smiled despite the pain. “That’s amazing!” He beamed. You only stared at him in dismay. “You’ll live in New York! You’ll make so many new friends!” His dimples were deep in his cheeks as his stupid smile took every single breath away from your lungs. 

“But we won’t see each other.” Your eyes flooded with tears and he shook his head, still beaming. 

“So what?” He said. “We can text, Facetime, Skype. I’ll probably even visit you!” You wondered how fine he was with everything. But inside he was dying. He went home that evening and just sat on his bed. His pillows still smelled like your floral perfume. His closet still held some of your clothes. He wondered if it will all be over when you left.

You both texted each other non stop. But then suddenly it became too much. You were too occupied with work and he was busy with his comebacks. He would rarely text you. Sometimes you would be mad at him for not texting at all and he would retaliate with telling you that it isn’t his fault he’s busy. It would result in you two distancing with time. Losing something so special would break him and you. Jaehyun wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was your happiness, your best friend, your strength. His days without you would go slow. The smallest things would annoy him for no reason. Not seeing any messages from you saddened him. He wanted to appear strong but when you would get mad him, he would get even more enraged. 

You sat on the couch, scattered pages spread in front of you, the laptop showing incomplete work. Every single second you spent there made you stressed. Everything was too much. Coming to New York at first was exciting, even with leaving Jaehyun behind. But being alone made you realise how dependent you were on him. You checked your phone again but it was still silent. A few notifications from here and there but nothing from Jaehyun.

A few weeks ago he sent a mixtape of all the songs he wrote for you in the mail. But he hasn’t done anything like lately. He might’ve moved on for all you knew. But he wouldn’t do something like that without telling you. At least you hoped he wouldn’t.

Jaehyun on the other hand was losing control. He didn’t want to text you first. He always did. He understood you were busy but he wanted to know if you still cared. It was getting too much for him. Days were passing by without any news from you. It worried him that you might’ve moved on. He hoped you didn’t. He finally opened his laptop and booked a flight to New York, not wanting to stay away any further. 

You were enraged because of the possibility of him moving on and finding someone else for himself. Your new coworkers were encouraging you to go on a blind date or at least go clubbing with them. You were too busy sulking over Jaehyun but now that you were agitated, you decided to go. Putting on a short sparkly dress, you went to the nearest club your friends could find. 

The place reeked of alcohol. You being a girl from a small town in Seoul weren’t used to all of this. People danced around you, sweaty bodies moving next to each other. The music blasted from somewhere around the club and the lights were vibrant and dazzling. you sat on the stool at the bar and ordered a Martini, going with the drink you were comfortable with. From the corner of the room you saw a boy, hair red and eyes blue, staring at you. You smiled and he took it as an invitation because he made his way over to you readily. You felt guilty for willingly attracting another man’s attention like this. But god knows what Jaehyun is doing right now. He could be fucking another girl. Setting the guilt aside, you let the boy chat you up. Before you know it, he was dragging you out of the club. He smelled like smoke and musk. You missed Jaehyun’s scent. It was clean and fresh. When you got to your apartment with the red haired boy, there was someone else there. 

Jaehyun sat there on your door, his bag sitting beside him. He stared at you with his innocent and loving eyes. He almost broke into a smile but then his eyes fell on the body behind you and how your hands held his. He eyed you, wearing a mini dress that showed off your curves and lipstick smudged. He slowly got up and stared at you, despondent. “Y/N, what is this?” He asked. You gulped having no idea what was happening around you. Instantly detaching your hands from him, you told him to leave. He gave you an angry look before storming off and calling you a slut. 

“Jaehyun,” you started but he cut you off. 

“I came here, all the way from home, to find you cheating on me?”

“Jae, let’s go inside and talk.” You pushed past him and fished for the keys in your pocket. He trailed in behind you, furious and red. Turning on the lights you faced him. “Jae,” you said, stepping closer to him. He took a step back. 

“You haven’t been calling and now this? Is this why you stopped talking to me? Because of that guy?” He looked heartbroken and tired. He had eye circles and his hair were a frizzy mess. 

“Jaehyun, it isn’t what you think it is. I thought you moved on and I thought that it was only right for me to-”

“Only right for you to do what? Fuck the first guy you found?” 

“No! Well, yes, I mean you haven’t been talking to me either and I just…I’m stupid okay?”

“How long has this thing been going on? Between you and him.” He had his hands on hips and eyes wild.

“We literally just met today Jaehyun.” You touched his arm but he pulled away. “Jae…”

“I am so disappointed in you. You’ve changed so much. You aren’t the Y/N I fell in love with.” His voice was full of fatigue. You wanted to hold him and have him reprimand you until he forgave you. 

“Baby…I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” He stopped pulling back and you took your opportunity to pull him closer. “I’m so sorry.” Tears welled up in your eyes. You knew nothing you would say would be enough. “I love you so much and I got blinded for a bit, please forgive me.”

“I know things have been hard Y/N, but the fact that you have so little faith in me.”

“I’m a terrible person, I’m sorry.” He finally held me and pulled me close. I could inhale his scent. The arms I called home, the embrace that instantly made me feel better, the fragrance that was better than any scented candle. His presence alone made everything better. 

“You’re not a terrible person. You just don’t trust me enough.” You looked up and kissed his cheeks. Your lips found his and before you know it he was on top of you, assaulting your lips. You kept on apologising and he kept on kissing you. Suddenly, the small apartment didn’t seem so bad anymore.

anonymous asked:

Hi I saw you did a headcanon about Toshinori and how he was ticklish and I was wondering if you had a fic of Toshinori being chased by his students and tickled by them? Something like that would really make my day as I've been having a bad week

Anon, first of all - I don’t know if you will even see my answer, but let me just tell you that I’m so, so sorry for not answering this sooner. I’ve been stuck in a really bad writer’s block lately and just couldn’t come up with anything for this request. I’m so sorry for not being there to make your week a bit better! I hope you will still be able to enjoy this now, though (and also that you’re feeling much better by now):

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It could have been such a nice and relaxing afternoon, Izuku mused half-heartedly as he watched the happy mess in front of him unfold. Such a nice, quiet afternoon, with Bakugou taking a nap, his classmates engrossed in different – quiet – activities and no homework to disturb them.

He had wanted to watch a bit of TV, that was all. Had wanted to catch up on a view hero talk shows he liked to watch.

Now, however, Izuku, just like the rest of his classmates, found himself captivated by the sight of Mina lurking around in the kitchen, the girl watching All Might closely as he went around the kitchen to prepare some drinks and snacks for everyone.

Based on the stiff set of Toshinori’s shoulders, Izuku could interpret that the man was on high alert, knowing what the girl behind his back was aiming for.

It had started out all too innocent. Toshinori had been rummaging through the fridge, bent over quite a bit, as Mina had squeezed herself into the little space between her teacher and the open fridge-door, darting forward to grab something from the cold depths. Completely by accident, the girl’s finger had scrambled over the man’s side all the while, digging deep into the white material of his shirt as Mina tried to gently shove him aside.

The reaction had been immediate, as Toshinori had jumped with a yelping sound, head hitting the fridge’s ceiling with a loud Thunk as he spluttered out a weird, high sound.

And if that hadn’t been enough, Mina’s horrified shriek certainly had been enough to draw everyone’s attention to the both of them.

“Sensei, are you okay?! Did I hurt you?!”

“N-No, really, I’m… I’m quite alright, my girl…”

“Did I hit your scar?! I’m so, so sorry… oh no, wait, your scar is on the left side… but still!”

“Mina!” Toshinori had tried as the girl had tried to lift his shirt to see where the damage lay, “I assure you, my girl, I’m more than al-…”

Mina’s soft touch had connected with his side and the man had let out a far too high sound, somewhere between a cut-short laugh and a yelp.

That had been the moment when it had clicked for Mina. “Sensei, are you tickli-…?”

And Toshinori, honest to a fault as he was, had probably not made the best choice by interrupting the girl, saying something about having to get started on the snacks, and turned away from her. Him making sure that he stayed out of her reach all the while had been quite suspicious, too. 

Really not the best choice, Izuku mused, attention once again drawn away from the TV and over to where Mina was sneaking up on Toshinori.

Perhaps they should have warned him – there were almost ten pairs of eyes directed to Mina and their teacher – but saying that the other children weren’t interested in the spectacle would have been a blatant lie. So it was probably no surprise that nobody, not even Izuku, called out warning as Mina used a short moment of distraction.

The girl ducked slightly, stealthily getting closer until Toshinori – still with his back to her – was in her reach.

The moment Mina’s fingers wiggled up the retired hero’s side, Toshinori all but jumped, throwing one hand up to steady himself on the kitchen counter while a sharp, surprised bout of laughter left him. It didn’t matter that he slapped his free hand over his mouth only a second later, it was already too late.

Mina was beaming, smile wide and shining and excited all at once. “You are ticklish!”

“A bit,” Toshinori relented, leaning away from her and out of her reach. “A little bit, perhaps.”

They looked at each other for a moment, Mina thoughtfully and Toshinori warily, both clearly assessing what they should do next.

Then, everything happened in the blink of an eye. Mina darted forward, expression determined and hands outstretched, aiming straight for her teacher’s sides. In the same moment, Toshinori’s hands darted upwards and caught the girl’s wrists, stopping her from touching him. Still, Mina had so much momentum that she slammed against Toshinori, making him stumble backwards.

“Nonono, we’re not doing this!”

“But, Sensei!”

“No buts, my girl…”

“I just want to hear you laugh some more!” 

“As much as I would like to indulge you, tickling is not the right wayyy…!” Toshinori’s words became rushed and drawn-out as he bend and twisted to get away from the fingers trying to poke him. He didn’t dare to use his full strength on the girl, fearing that he could hurt her, but holy, if Mina wasn’t surprisingly strong. More than once, she almost managed to slip from his grasp.

And as if that weren’t bad enough, Mina whined, “Guys! Help me!”

There was a moment were the others exchanged quick glances, a bit taken aback by the sudden request.

“Uuuuh…” Kouda mumbled, ducking his head. “Should we really…?”

“Well, it would be funny,” Kirishima’s expression turned from thoughtful to excited.

“Wouldn’t he get angry, though?”

“Nah – Sensei never gets angry with us!”

“Let’s try this, guys!”

Izuku had long since forgotten about his TV-show by now, trying his hardest not to laugh as he turned around and looked over the back of the couch.

Toshinori had almost managed to free himself of Mina when Kirishima slammed into his back, latching onto his right arm tightly.

“Young Kirishima…!” the blond warned, half-heartedly, slight panic flickering over his expression.

“Sorry, Sensei!”

“Yeah,” Kaminari chimed in, apologetic smile on his face as he grabbed his teacher’s other arm. “Please don’t get angry at us, okay?”

Mina whooped in triumph as her classmates came to her aid one after the other – holding onto Toshinori’s arms or climbing up his back – and the second she was free and there were no defensive hands in her way, she dived right in, taking great delight in poking and tickling to her heart’s content.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Toshinori to go down, knees buckling and not able to hold up the combined weight of him and his students. By the time he landed – or more, was let down – onto the ground, he was already howling in laughter, coughing in between as he squirmed and writhed, trying to get away from the deft fingers tormenting him.

The laughter of the children joined in as they cheered. Even Izuku was laughing at the sight of a delighted Mina, not giving up in her tickling, and flushed and laughing Toshinori, rolling over the ground in a heap.

Izuku’s smile dropped, though, when the coughing suddenly overtook the laughter.

“St-Stop…!” Toshinori wheezed out, smile suddenly turning into a grimace, “Stop, please!”

Mina’s laughter trailed off as well and she pulled back, but too late – while the children were still retreating, helping their teacher to sit up rather than holding him down, Toshinori already doubled over, coughing hard, blood splattering over the hand he covered his mouth with.

Izuku was up from the couch and dashed over at top speed, falling onto his knees next to his mentor as everyone crowded around them. “Toshinori-san!”

“Sensei!”

“I’m sorry!” Mina’s eyes were already filling with tears as she gestured around, reaching for Toshinori and yet not daring to touch him again. “I’m sorry, I should have stopped, I should have listened…!”

She trailed off, sniffling, as Toshinori reached over with his free hand, gently ruffling her hair. The coughing lessened gradually as Toshinori shook his head, smiling slightly. “No need to apologize at all, my girl.”

“Whoa, Sensei,” Kirishima’s laugh was strained as he handed the man a tissue. “You really startled us there!”

“Are you okay?!” Kouda asked, eyes wide with concern.

“Do you want to lie down for a moment?” Uraraka offered.

“Nonsense – thank you, my boy,” Toshinori smiled at Izuku as the boy helped him to his feet. Stretching carefully, patting his chest to make sure that the coughing was over, the former hero grinned brightly. “I’m more than alright, honestly.”  

Relieved smiles were exchanged as everyone relaxed again.

“And now that that is settled…”

Sudden silence fell over the room as the children stopped mid-motion, going pale at the pure power crushing down on them.

Quirk or not, Toshinori still had the commanding aura of All Might if he wanted to.

“I dare believe,” the blond rumbled, eyes blazing with mischievousness. “It’s my turn now.” 

Mina was the first to react, squeaking loudly in a mixture of mock-angst and delight as she made for a mad dash towards the door. Kirishima followed suit, laughing and hollering for “everyone to take cover, he’s after us!”

It didn’t take too long for the others to catch on, and quickly, the living room was near empty as everyone run for it, laughing and screaming all the while.

Shouto looked from Toshinori to his fleeing classmates and back, slightly confused. “I… don’t think he would really hurt us?”

“It’s not about hurting, man,” Sero laughed, pulling the other after him out of the room. “It’s part of the game, you know?”

“Ah. I see,” nodding thoughtfully, Shouto let himself be dragged away.

Huffing in amusement, Toshinori leveled Izuku with a questioning gaze, running a hand through his ruffled hair. “You’re not going to run, my boy?“

“You have no reason to take revenge on me,” Izuku said after considering the question for a moment, lips quirking into a smile. “So, no.”

Blue eyes flashed as the man smiled widely, softly. “Fair enough.”

They shared a grin before Toshinori cocked his head, listening.

Izuku did the same. Training had honed his awareness and senses enough that he could hear the shuffling and hushed whispers in the hallway in front of the living room, the snickering and rustling of clothes.

His classmates hadn’t fled very far, obviously hoping that their teacher would chase them to continue the fun.

And if Izuku could hear them, then All Might surely could, too.

The wide grin stretching the blond’s features said that he could hear it indeed. Waving vaguely towards the hallway, the hero started, “Mind if I…?”

“No, no, go ahead,” Izuku shrugged, making his way over to the couch again. “I’m occupied anyway.”

“Right,” Toshinori didn’t sound convinced, but he didn’t protest.

Settling down again, Izuku tried to remember what had happened last in the show. And, oh dear – he couldn’t remember.

So much for watching his favorites shows this quiet afternoon. That was probably completely impossible around his classmates…

The sudden feeling of gentle and searching fingers gliding over the sensitive spots where neck met shoulders made Izuku yelp aloud, jerking forwards on the couch to escape the tickling sensation.

Chuckling resounded right behind him, making Izuku blush and splutter as he whirled around, scandalized, “Hey!”

Toshinori’s eyes were alight with amusement as he held up his hands in surrender, even though he was still laughing. “Sorry, sorry. I just had to try it.”

“You don’t look sorry at all,” Izuku mumbled, covering the sensitive spot with one hand while he scooted away from the mischievous man.

Izuku didn’t take his eyes off Toshinori again until the man had left the room, pretending to “chase” his waiting students. Only when he heard loud shouting, cheering and laughter resounded from the hallway, indicating that their teacher had joined his classmates, did Izuku dare to relax again.

For, like, two seconds. Before his fingers started drumming impatiently, and his gaze shifted more than once away from the screen and strayed over to the door.

It sounded like everyone was having fun…

Izuku was dimly aware that he had no idea what was happening on screen because he was too busy listening to his class goofing around.

With a sigh and a smile, he relented, turned off the TV and threw the remote to the side.

There were better things to do, he thought as he jumped up and rushed out of the room, running into the direction of shouts and shrieks and happy laughter, grinning widely as he noticed that Toshinori happened to stand with his back towards him. Much better things.

The moment Izuku leaped forward, landing on his mentor’s back and reaching for the sensitive sides under the loose white shirt – hearing the way Toshinori shouted in surprise and laughter and how his friends cheered for him – he was laughing aloud himself, feeling warm and happy.

This was so much better than watching TV.

anonymous asked:

I currently have 16 days left of school and I'm very stressed out to the point, where I'm vomiting. Anyways, could you possibly write a very fluffy scenario with either 76 or Jesse and them trying to calm and relax their s/o?? Thank you so much sugar!! 🌸

I’m SO sorry this is a few days late!! I’ve been hella stressed myself and finally caught up on my classwork from being sick with a cold. I hope you feel better really soon and I hope that this helps make you feel a little better! I send lots of love and hugs and support and positivity spells your way!

So, how about 76 AND Jesse? :0

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Jesse McCree

“Jesse, usually, when your romantic partner is stressed, your job as their romantic partner is help them chill out, not kick them out of their home for hours!” You pressed your thumb and forefinger against the bridge of your nose and you waited for your boyfriend to reply on the other end of the receiver. You sat in a large squishy armchair in some random study cafe, waiting for your dear, dorky significant other to allow you to come home.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, I really am!” McCree exclaimed over the droning chatter that went on in the background on his end. “Just promise me you won’t head home until I tell ya to. I’m planning something fun fer us. It’ll help calm ya down, I promise.”

You sighed softly but a small smile graced your lips anyways. He was going overboard but at least he was trying his best.

“Fine,” you replied. “Just don’t take forever.”

You settled down in your big leather armchair and occupied yourself with casual mobile games and the occasional drink refill until, more than a couple hours later, Jesse shot a text your way: “Mosey on home lil darllin’, I got a surprise 4 you” ending with a smiling cowboy emoji. With a snicker, you paid and made your way home.

“Cowman?” you hollered as you made your way into your house. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be found but you could hear rattling in the backyard.

As if to confirm your suspicions, Jesse hollered from the backyard patio, “Out here, sweet pea! I’m just finishing setting up!”

“This better be good, cowman!” You snorted and tossed your jacket in the entryway closet before making your way through the small house and out to the backyard, where you stopped and gasped.

The patio had been transformed into a gazebo of sorts, with dark blue and cream-colored sheets hanging off the roof’s overhang and draped over the railings. Dim, white leftover Christmas lights decorated the stair rail leading into the yard, as well as the patio swing and he back door. A nest of sleeping bags and blankets covered the side adjacent to the patio swing, bordered by several TV dinner trays holding snacks and a portable holographic DVD player.

Beyond the patio, the backyard was surrounded by black night, though more dim lights seemed to flit around in the bushes of your garden, matching the stars that twinkled in the sky. The picnic table that was usually hidden along one side of the house, due to lack of company, had been moved to the yard’s center, cleaned up, and covered with a thick blanket. Sitting on the edge of the table was McCree, wearing his best faded plaid shirt and jeans, holding his arms out wide and sporting a cocky, welcoming grin.

“Whadd’ya think?”

“Christ, McCree,” you murmured, stepping off the last step into into the yard, “I was expecting dinner or a musical or something, not all this.”

“You were having an especially rough time, so I created an especially great night fer us.” The cowboy slipped off the table and strolled over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He kissed your forehead before turning you around to have your back against his chest and facing the backyard scenery once again. Resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing his lips against your ear, he continued in a low, slow voice, “So, ‘ere’s my plan. First, we’ll lay out here on the picnic table and stargaze for a bit. Just talk and stuff. Then, after it gets cold, we’ll migrate to the fort where we’ll cozy up, pig out, and watch an awesome collection of old Westerns and cheesy musicals until we fall doze off. How’s that sound?”

“Absolutely amazing, Jesse.” You placed your hands over his where they lightly rubbed your waist and turned your head to kiss his scruffy jaw. “Thank you so much.”

“Nothing’s too much for you, sweetheart,” your favorite cowman replied. He returned the kiss before releasing you, then placing a hand in yours to lead you tothe blanket-clad picnic table to start your cozy nightly adventure.

(Soldier 76 under the cut)

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