chuckle of the day

I gave a rueful chuckle, feeling the frustration welling up, “Great.  So they might miss a few days of school, and only if I can prove they were behind it all… and whether they get suspended or not, they feel a hundred percent justified in whatever else they do to the rat for revenge.”

Yeah, Taylor tells it as it is.

“If you want things to get better, Taylor, you have to start somewhere.”

“That isn’t a starting point.  It’s shooting myself in the foot,” I said, pulling my bag over my shoulder.  When he didn’t immediately respond, I left the classroom.

Good, Taylor, keep practicing your one-liner departures - we’ll make a cape out of you yet!

Emma, Madison, Sophia and a half dozen other girls were standing in the hall, waiting for me.

Well shit.

It turns out staying after class for a talk with the teacher isn’t conducive to Operation “Quick Escape”.

Rich twists in his seat, watching Jane leave the interrogation room and then turns back to Kurt. He’s got that smirk on his face and Kurt dreads whatever is going to come out of his lips next.

“So you two still haven’t slept with each other?” Rich asks, “no need to answer,” he says when Kurt rolls his eyes at him, “I would know. Also, I’m pretty sure you’d tell your buddy Rich had you already had sex.”

Kurt shakes his head. “What makes you think I would tell you about it when we sleep together?”

“Because I’m the-” Rich’s eyes suddenly widen, “when you sleep together?”

“What?” Kurt pretends not to notice his own incriminating choice of word.

“You said when you sleep together, not if,” Rich says smugly, “what’re you keeping from me, Stubbles?”

Kurt doesn’t answer him, keeps his jaw clenched.

“You’re not still sleeping with Miss Moneypenny are you? Please tell me you’re not,” Rich says, “you obviously still love Jane, you said when, Kurt, so you still want her… what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t see how any of this is your business,” Kurt says, “now lets go back to the case.”

“How is this my business? How can you say that?” Rich asks, “after everything we have been through, you still don’t believe -”

“It’s complicated, ok?” Kurt finds himself saying to be criminal sitting across from him, “there’s so much that has happened, so much you don’t know about, so much- it’s just complicated, okay? So please just drop it.”

Rich puts his hands up, as much as he could given the handcuffs binding him to the table. “Fine, fine,” he says, “have it your way. But Kurt, love is always complicated, so do yourself a favor and don’t try to hide behind that lame excuse and work your shit out, because that girl, she’s worth it. And whatever it is between you, what could be is greater than what has been.”

“Why do you care?” Kurt says, his voice barely a whisper as Rich’s words sink in.

“Because, you idiot, I really genuinely like you two. And goddammit if you don’t make one smoking hot couple. Is it wrong if a guy has some fantasies he’d like to see fulfilled?”

Secret | Peter Parker/Spiderman x reader

Originally posted by septodragon

“Peter, are you Spiderman?”

Peter choked on his milk, the dark chocolate liquid escaping the sides of his mouth as you jumped and patted his back.

“W-What?” His eyebrow twitched. “What are you talking about Y/N? Of course I’m not Spiderman.”

“Just a question,” You shrugged, returning to your lunch. Peter continued to stare so you rolled your eyes and relented.

“I’ve been asking everyone all day just for fun,” You grinned, chuckling softly. “And so far your reaction has been the best.” You cocked an eyebrow, leaning into his personal space and smiling mischievously. “Unless…you really are Spiderman?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved you away by your shoulder while you laughed. “Oh shut up, Y/N.”

When you weren’t looking Peter turned away slightly and clutched his chest with a hilarious look of relief. So you had been joking. Thank God.

A hand clasped down on Peter’s shoulder from behind just after his spider senses tingled.

“Hey Spiderman.”

Peter jumped and spun around so fast it was a blur. You collapsed into gasping laughter, shaking your head.

“You look like you were caught on a prank show or something!!” You accused while trying to get a hold of yourself. You cleared your throat and looked dead forward and spoke with a husky tone. “And Peter Parker has just been pranked! Join us next week Monday at our special - celebrity pranks!”

Peter snorted at your attempt at a male spokesperson while you wiggled your eyebrows and walked forward.

“That was horrible,” Peter exaggerated, walking along side with you. Then he stopped and looked you in the eyes. “But seriously, you should stop calling me that. People might get the wrong idea.”

You blinked then scoffed. “Right. No one would think that. Like you could be Spiderman.”

Peter paused, a little offended and hurt. “What? You think I couldn’t be?”

Confused at his tone, you looked at him to see his put off expression.

“Oh!” You said in realization at what he thought you meant. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” At Peter’s expectant look you continued. “It’s just that if you were Spiderman, there’s no way you wouldn’t have told me. I mean we are best friends.”

You jabbed him in the shoulder, too busy laughing to see the flicker of guilt that passed on his face.

He bit his lip then chuckled when you brought your eyes to meet his again, ruffling your hair. “W-well you’ve got me there.”

Over the next couple of days you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Peter.

He wouldn’t even speak to you that much in class anymore, staring out the window dazedly. Everywhere he went he was unnaturally silent, looking as if he were in deep contemplation.

He was avoiding you, no matter the excuses he made you knew he was lying. You could always tell.

You thought about this as you walked on the sidewalk from your friend’s house, coming to the conclusion that you would straight out ask him why he was avoiding you the next time you saw him. You would take no crap.

“You know, you can talk to me if something’s bothering you,” You practiced out loud, making a sympathetic face. Then you exhaled and slumped, steadily walking again. “Too subtle,” You mumbled, lifting your head to stare at the bright moon illuminating the star filled night.

“So…are you okay?…” You fiddled with your fingers then face-palmed. “Ugh no.”

You breathed in deeply then stopped, planting your right foot into the ground slightly in front your left and pointing forward dramatically. “What’s wrong with you?!”

"That one was just a tad bit forward,” A voice came from right behind you and you squeaked, turning around with your fists raised in a defensive position.

“Whoa, whoa,” The figure donned in red dropped from the light-post he had been hanging down from. He raised his hands in surrender. “Just giving my advice.”

You eyed Spiderman cautiously, lowering your fists and shifting uncertainly. “Well thank you uh…Spiderman.”

On the inside you were actually chaining your inner fangirl to the floor. THE REAL SPIDERMAN WAS TALKING TO YOU!! DNDKSNWNELDJGHTVEN!!!

“No problem, just doing my patrol,” He shrugged. You raised an eyebrow, knowing he just lied but ignored it. “What’s a young girl like yourself doing all alone at this time of night?”

You glared a bit, shifting your stance and crossing your arms below your chest. “I can take care of myself thank you very much.”

You must have been hearing things as you thought you heard him snicker fondly under his breath.

For some reason the action reminded you of Peter and you were reminded of your predicament.

“Well then I bid you adieu,” Spiderman saluted playfully to you.

He was about to leave when you stopped him, an arm shooting out and grabbing his arm. You furrowed your eyebrows and fidgeted. Spiderman was a guy right…?

“Yes?” Spiderman asked slowly and you realized you still had custody of his arm. You retreated your hand hastily.

“Hey…I know you don’t know me and all but can I ask you something?” You stuttered, clearing your throat. “I need a little more advice on something that’s been bothering me.” Spiderman chuckled and stepped closer to you.

“Sure,” He said and for some reason you imagined a smirk behind his mask. “But first you have to give me a little favor.”

“Wha-” You started but before you knew it his arm was wrapping around your waist and you were flying through the air.

The next second you were screaming, eyes clenched shut and your arms clinging to him like your life depended on it - well it kinda did.

The feeling of your stomach dropping to the floor like in a roller coaster was similar to what you were feeling now, only now was much worse. There was no safe chair to be bolted in and the reassurance of tested technology. Instead it was just your body being flown and jerked over 100 feet in the air, Spiderman swinging from building to building.

“Hey, hey!” You could barely hear his voice over your shrieking but when you did it sounded reassuring and a bit hyped with energy. “Open your eyes!”

“Are you crazy?!” Your brain managed to form thought, and as he took another sudden drop you cringed. You felt unbelievably scared and your throat was growing hoarse, your heart pounding in your ears.

“It’s okay,” His voice was softer this time, closer to your ear and his hand wrapping tighter around your waist. If you weren’t currently fearful for your life you would slap the stranger for touching you so intimately.
“I won’t let you fall. Just open your eyes.”

For some reason his words sounded genuine and flooded you with a sense of familiar trust. You reluctantly opened your eyes only to squint at the air rushing past you and hitting your face. The streets were far below you as he swung from the tallest buildings, the area lit up with the colorful artificial light from lampposts and restaurants.

The moon was shining brightly in the sky above, so full and so close you felt like you could touch it with your fingertips. Spiderman dived again and your heart jarred once more but you were getting used to it, the adrenaline pouring through your system making the world so much more clear. Your eyes widened as you realized what you were experiencing.

Spiderman looked slightly back at you only to hear you scream - but this time in delight.

“Enjoying yourself?” He chuckled. The sense of panic still lingered but now you were laughing, your grip on him loosening. You grinned, even daring to let loose one arm and leave it trailing through the air.

Spiderman seemed to bask in your glee and took another brave lunge towards the ground before swinging up just in time for you two not to go splat. You laughed loudly, clinging to him and letting your h/l hair flow behind you.

“Can you see your house from here?!” He asked over the wind and you paused to actually look. You nodded, pointing to your home in the close distance.

“Over there!” You said.

“Alright, hold on!” He shouted, glee overtaking his voice. “WOOHOO!”

If there were any citizens walking in the streets that night, all they would hear would be the delighted screams of a girl and the cheers of a male, their voices echoing together as they swung among-st the rooftops.

You wheezed as Spiderman let you off at your front door, face flushed and the feeling of the ground beneath your feet strange.

Phantom sensations of your stomach plummeting and the air stinging your skin still crawled over you and you couldn’t suppress the grin that lifted your lips.

“That was…that was…” You started breathlessly, staring at Spiderman who didn’t looked to be ruffled in the least.

“Amazing? Crazy? Awesome?” He asked smugly.

“…wow,” You finished lamely. He laughed and shook his head.

“Of course you would say that,” He smiled to himself. Before you could question him he continued. “What did you want to ask me now?”

“Well you see..there’s this guy,” You started, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Behind the mask Peter’s smile dropped.

“A…guy?” He asked, trying not to sound jealous.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh not like that! Well…a little like that but that’s not the point.” You had to admit to yourself that you had a crush on Peter. A severe one actually but this guy didn’t need to know that.

For a second you paused and wondered why you were confiding in a complete stranger before shrugging it off. He did fly you over the city and take you home. Least you could do was trust him.

“He’s been acting a little weird recently and kinda ignoring me. Plus I kinda like him and that just makes it worse,” You rubbed your arm. “Sorry to ask but you ARE a guy…what do you think I should do?”

Spiderman stared at you for a while - well you assumed he was staring as he didn’t move for a bit - before answering you.

“Well to me this guy sounds like a complete douchebag,” He started. “But if you’re close with him you shouldn’t be scared to ask him what’s wrong. I’m sure he’ll understand and might not even know you had felt that way.”

Peter was tempted to tell you to ditch the guy - you shouldn’t be that upset over anyone except for hi- but his morals overcame and he found himself sprouting his thoughts.

You smiled, a fiery determination aura practically lighting around you. “You’re right! Hey you think I could practice on you?”

He shrugged and you walked up to him. You cleared your throat and took in a deep breath that burned your chest before slowly letting it out.

“Hey Peter,” You started, not noticing Spiderman tense in shock. “You’ve been distant these past few days and I was wondering if I said or did something wrong?”

You paused to let Spiderman assess that beginning only to hear complete silence. Spiderman was standing stiff in surprise and you freaked out. “What?! Was that bad?! That sounded stupid didn’t it-”

Peter tuned out your rambling as he mentally punched himself in the face. He didn’t even notice he had been avoiding you. Over the past week he had been caught up in his thoughts about his secret concerning you and his guilt. I mean yeah, sometimes he didn’t want to face you and occasionally he walked past you in the hallway and that one time he-

He was an idiot.

Peter looked around at the area, spotting a few security cameras nearby and frowning. That wouldn’t work with what he was planning to do.

He cut off your chatter by scooping you up and swinging into your room through the window he knew you always left open.

“What was that for-?”

“I’m sorry,” Spiderman said, closing the window and spinning around. “I’m sorry. You haven’t said anything wrong. I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

You backed away, a bit scared he knew your name, the words he was saying not quite registering yet.

Then Peter took off the mask, his brown locks spilling out messily as he quickly crossed the room to you.

“Peter?!” Shock, betrayal, embarrassment at everything you’d confided in him, love and fear all mixed together and overwhelmed your senses.

Then you were in his arms, your face smushed suddenly against his chest.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” He repeated, hugging you tighter. You could smell the faint lingering off the cologne he had on earlier as well as a musky cinnamon scent that was just…him.

You shook harder, everything starting to make sense. “Peter, you’re…” Giving up, you let your head fall limply on his chest.

“I guess that’s why you were so jumpy when I asked you those questions,” You gave a short laugh of exhaustion but was still in a state of shock.

Peter chuckled, bringing you out of his chest so he could see your face. “Yeah. I’ve just been stressing out about not telling you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot Y/N.”

You hummed. “Yeah, you were.”

Peter pouted and you giggled.

“Apology accepted, dork,” You shoved his shoulder softly.

“You know I would never hurt you,” Peter softly caressed your head and you melted into the feeling.

There was a silence in which Peter smiled gently before it turned mischievous. “So Y/N~ What was that earlier about you having a crush on me?”

You went rigid, going to escape his grasp but he only tightened the hug once again. You tried to pull away his arms but failed utterly, your hands feeling the rock hard lean muscles under his skin through the suit.

WHA-When did Peter get this strong?!!

“Let go of me!” You sputtered, so embarrassed you wanted to go crawl in a hole.

Peter laughed and you shut your eyes tightly, wishing this wasn’t happening.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You ended up denying. Peter only laughed louder.

“No, You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He calmed slightly. “I bet you don’t have a clue how happy that made me. I’ve liked you for a very long time now Y/N.”

You were surprised to see a red tint on his cheeks and your fingers clenched.

“You’re joking,” You choked, not believing him. He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should prove it then.”

The words made your mouth dry and temporarily paused your breathing process. Any light mood between you and him was now completely gone, swallowed up by the now intense atmosphere.

Peter bent closer into your personal space and slowly brought his palms up to cup your cheeks. You couldn’t control the way you were shaking in anticipation and fear.

Peter’s gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips then back up again. You licked your lips reflexively which drew his attention back there.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was hoarse with want and restraint. You weren’t just some girl he had a crush on and wanted to kiss. You were much more than that. You were also his best friend, the one he spent everyday with and the one who he trusted with everything. The one he cried with and laughed with and was there to comfort him during his Uncle’s death. You had earned his respect and he had earned yours.

You wanted to cry.

“Yes,” You whispered and the word had just left your lips when he closed the space between your mouths.

Your eyes fluttered close and your arms raised to bring him closer. His warmth encircled you and his mouth moved with yours - at first gently then more desperate as the kiss slowly grew more passionate.

You leaned your head back and got lost in the unfamiliar pleasure of the kiss, unaware when your back hit the wall.

Peter broke apart from you only to attack your lips at a different angle. His left hand left your cheek to slip down your neck and rest on the back of your nape.

You let out a shaky sigh as chills swept up your spine. You couldn’t believe this was happening and you pushed yourself closer, not wanting it to end. Your bodies were mushed together so that there was no space between the two of you and your hands couldn’t stay still.

“Peter,” You gasped into the kiss as he invaded your mouth. You shuddered and reciprocated as best as you could, threading your fingers through his hair.

Soon enough you grew lightheaded and pushed gently on his chest to let him know you needed air.

He immediately separated from you, though reluctantly, and watched your disheveled, panting form in admiration. You took a minute to catch your breath before speaking.

“That was-” You started.

“Wow?” He finished, teasing. You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder your signature shove.

“Shut up, I didn’t know that was you,” You intertwined your fingers with his and laid your head against the wall.

“My parents are gonna kill me,” You smiled.

Peter shrugged. “Should I buy something nice for the funeral?”

“You won’t be saying that when my dad hunts you down.”

Peter’s face was so hilarious it made you start to almost cry in your laughter.

“What? Little Spiderman’s scared of my dad?” You covered your mouth in surprise before breaking into giggles again. Peter flicked your forehead, acting annoyed but you both knew the two of you were extremely happy.

“Shut up, Y/N.”


anonymous asked:

Rfa+V+Saeran all loopy after dentist? Who do you think would cry, who laughs, who stares into nothingness?

Based on me! After I got mouth surgery so all the things said and done…….happened to me.


~”Yoosung I cant pheel meh moufh” You mumble slurring the works making him chuckle.
~He sighs knowing this is gonna be a long day for the both of you guys and proceeds to try to get you in the car
~”Nooooooo~ Yoosung I dont wanna goooo~”You cry refusing to get in the car.
~He pushed you in the car and buckles you in then got in he looked over to you trying to see what you would do next when he sees you knocked out cold
~When he gets you home he puts you in bed and sighs trying to make you some soft food that you can eat


~”Hey princess how do you feel?” He said as you drowsily opened your eyes welcoming you back into consciousness
~” I feel… fucking fucked the fuck up” You stutter and he just blinks before busting into a laughing fit.
~You start to stroke his rat tail whispering softly to yourself as he just looked very confused 
~You started panicking before touching your knees and going “Oh good…they’re still here”
~He found it so oddly entertaining watching you do all this stupid shit and he kinda felt like an asshole for laughing but he quickly reminded himself that you wouldn’t remember tomorrow 


~”MC stop chewing on your stitches!” 
~”MC get in the car!”
~”Yes MC…..your thumb is still there…”
~She kept reassuring you that everything was still there it was just in fact numb or else it would hurt and you wouldn’t want that would you
~Probably handles it the most maturely only chuckling a few times at the funny stuff you said


~He has only the best™ dentists for you and they told him that you would be a bit loopy….he wasnt prepared for this
~”Hey…Jumin…” You slurred 
~”Yes MC”He said looking at you
~”Juuuuuummmmiiiinnn”You whined
~”Yes MC?”He sighed
~”Whats your name Jumin..”You say before passing out on the couch
~He just has to take a minute to register what just happened and why you said that


~This little shit has his camera ready from the minute you wake up 
~”Saeyoung…..”You say touching your cheek
~He points the camera at you trying to hold back his giggles “Yes MC?”

~”My moufh is soooo full I pheel like a squirrel”You say with a dazed look on your face
~He doesn’t even try to hold back his laughter on that one he may sem like hes all laughs in giggles but he is seriously worried
~But that doesn’t stop him from spamming that chat with stupid videos of you saying dumb shit


~He is blind and you are drugged what will happen??
~He tries but ends up calling Jumin because he cant see so how is he supposed to take care of you
~But he still talks to you and doesnt laugh just listens
~”V!! The wallpaper is dancing” You say excitedly
~”Im sure it is MC…”He sighs facepalming 


~OK he cannot do this alone so hes bringing Saeyoung along to help with you and shit
~Hes bought some ice cream because he hears that helps and it totally not just another excuse to eat ice cream
~But anyways drugs and shit make him feel very uncomfortable so before you went under you told him it would just make you really loopy and tired 
~And tired you were, you were falling asleep and waking up then falling asleep it was kinda cute to him
~But the things you said in between your little naps were hysterical 
~”Im a bunny wandering through the clouds….woah…..”

All I Wanted; C.H. 27

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26

“You’re unbelievable.” Calum breathes as he slowly steps closer, biting his lip as he glancing me up and down. I shrug my shoulders as I drop onto his bed, crossing my legs over one another. “You make it sound as if you weren’t aware of that yet.”

“You can’t blame me; you surprise me every day.” Calum breathlessly chuckles as he steps closer. His knee rests between my opened legs and envelopes my body with his. It causes me to lay down onto the mattress. I can already feel my breathing get jagged, and Calum hadn’t even started yet. His fingers start on my jeans as his lips leave butterfly kisses along my neck and collar bone.

His hands are warm, rough and it makes gooseflesh appear all over my sensitive skin. He raises from the bed again to slowly pull the confines from my legs, only for his own to follow suit after. My fingers are grabbing at his waist to pull him onto me and feel his skin back on mine. He seems reluctant though and I drop my grip to gaze up at him.

“I’m going to take my time right now.” Calum breathes, his right hand squeezing my waist. A sigh leaves my lips as I let his hands wander, explore, as if it were our first time together. I let my eyes flutter closed as Calum’s hands trail from my waist to my knickers. His fingers hook underneath my cotton and he slowly starts dragging it off of my legs, his lips leaving occasional kisses along my exposed skin.

“That’s very sweet and all, but I’m a bit impatient.” I chuckle, lifting my head and shooting Calum an expectant look. He shakes his head as he crawls back over me. “Un-be-lievable.”
I let my fingers skim across his jawline before I curl my arms around his neck and pull him towards me, crashing our lips together hastily.

His laugh is boisterous as he smiles against my lips and he unclasps my bra. His teeth sink into my neck, my back arching off of the mattress as I grind my core against his thigh. Calum groans loudly as I feel his grip tightening, grinding his crotch against my hip as I feel his breathing pick up.

He lays down beside me, our lips still locked blissfully as I feel his hand starts to massage my breast. A low moan leaves my lips as I feel Calum’s hands trail lower and lower, but I stop his hand when I realize what he is implying to do.

“No, Calum – I – not today.” I let my fingers curl around his erection and give it a few light tugs, slowly inching him closer and back on top of me. He lets out a guttural groan, pressing and rubbing his erection against my folds as I squirm underneath him.

As he presses into me, I feel my heart stop beating for just a split second. It’s different this time – I can feel it. I feel less troubled, more at ease and I think I might be in love with Calum. And now that I’ve come to think of that, I think that has happened quite some time ago.

“You alright?” Calum questions and pulls me out of my own head. I slowly blink a few time as I see Calum grin down at me, which ultimately draws a smile on my own lips. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because.” Calum mumbles and the frown that forms quickly dissipates as Calum starts moving his hips. My sentence that I had started stops abruptly as a low, dragged-out moan leaves my lips which makes Calum chuckle. Cocky little bastard.

He never needed a lot for me to bring me to the edge in record speed. A few deliberate thrusts of his hips and a groan in my ear before his teeth sink into my neck and enough for me to arch my back off of the mattress and pressing my breasts into Calum’s toned chest.

I’m moaning out his name, digging my nails into his biceps as he picks his pace up. Sweat is drippling down his back from the heat and effort he’s putting into this, almost as if this is a way for him to apologize to me. If that means a mind blowing orgasm, I don’t mind.

Only a few thrusts are needed to send me over the edge and I clench my walls around Calum’s erection, causing him to stutter before he goes even faster. I’m incredibly sensitive, a moaning mess beneath him as he chases his own high. He drops down onto me before rolling off of me and dropping onto the cool mattress beside me. He momentarily turns away from me and I can’t help but immediately frown as I scoot away from him.

He feels me move and turns back around, drowsily glancing over. “Come here.” Calum mumbles, half out of breath, as he raises his arm so I can lay in the crook of his shoulder. I scoot closer, cuddling up to him as I rest my hand over his heart. Calum sighs out, almost blissfully, as I feel his muscles relax.

“I’m really sorry I have been such a jerk. But – I don’t know. I just, I feel differently about you. And –“ Calum pauses and I hold my breath, not speaking so he would hopefully continue. “I don’t know, I just didn’t how to act and instead of using my half assed brain I reacted poorly.”

I turn on my back, staring up at the ceiling as I nervously lick my lips. “I’m not going to say it’s alright, or that you’re forgiven. Because it actually did hurt me a lot, I’m not going to lie to you.” I take a break, pausing with a heavily deep breath while Calum groans. “That also doesn’t mean that I’m not willing to give this another go. I would say second chance but you’ve already screwed that one up too.” I laugh dryly but I know Calum isn’t so happy about my words. He remains silent.

“Look, Cal. We’ve got off on the right foot. But everything was against us. We could always give it a try. I at least want to try again.” I smile up at him and when he doesn’t react, I press my lips against Calum’s stubbled chin. Calum smiles and turns his head, catching my lips with his.
As soon as the door slams shut downstairs, I know I am in deep trouble.

A Game of Mistletoe

Sherlock got bored the day before December and decided to research things to do during the festive month. He found a kissing game that intrigued him.

The rules are simple: hide a mistletoe, and should your partner find it, they have to give you a kiss.

Sherlock smirked and went out of his way to buy his own mistletoe and hung it above the kitchen doorway. When John got home, he asked about it and Sherlock told him about the game. John chuckled and kissed Sherlock.

This went on up until the day of Christmas. He couldn’t find the mistletoe anywhere. It’s not where he last put it, which was on his skull.

He asked Mrs. Hudson if she had seen in, but she had said no.

Rather than being puzzled, Sherlock felt upset. He was looking forward to kissing John. Not that he couldn’t do that anyways, but this game made it more fun.

For the rest of the day, Sherlock sulked around the flat.

When John got home, Sherlock didn’t even move.

“Everything all right, love?”

Sherlock’s frown deepened. “I can’t find the mistletoe anywhere.”

John smirked. “I know.”

Sherlock sat up from his laying position on the couch and looked over at John.

You know?”

John nodded. “Yup.”

“Well, what happened to it?”

“I hid it.”

Well. Game changer.


“Where we first kissed.”

Sherlock grinned. “John Watson, you’re such a romantic, it’s rather sickening.”

John laughed. “Whatever, you love me for it.”

“Indeed, I do. Now, come John! I have a kiss waiting for me!”

John shook his head and followed Sherlock out the door and into the cold.

They hailed a taxi and gave their desired destination. When the taxi stopped, it was in front of Green Park.

The ground was covered in snow, as were the trees, and hanging from one particular tree was his mistletoe.

Sherlock walked over and stood underneath it before turning to face John as he joined him.

He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, nor could he help his beating heart, for it beat faster and faster every time he looked at John, unable to believe that he is his.

John stepped closer to Sherlock, a grin of his own plastering his now cold, red face. He looked up at the sky, the trees, the lights - all beautiful. But when he looked back down at Sherlock, he couldn’t dare look away.

“You’re beautiful,” John says, holding out his hand.

Sherlock takes it and his own grin widens. “So are you, you know.”

John kisses the top of Sherlock’s hand before pulling him down for a proper one.

They pull away for air a moment later.

“I love you,” they both breathe at the same time before erupting into soft laughter.

“Come, let’s head back home where it’s warm,” John says as he begins to lead the way. It’s not a long walk, and though it’s cold, it still feels nice.

“Yes, husband,” Sherlock responds, following alongside him, their hands intertwined and rings colliding.

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I keep seeing more Johnlock artwork come out in the Christmas spirit, so I decided to write up something. c:

There were more I was supposed to tag but I lost my list! So, if you’d like to be tagged, please let me know so I can make another one! xx

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Kol x Reader

Requested by Anon

“You look as bored as I feel.” Kol chuckled as he stood next to you.

“Yes, well not all of us are taken in by the Mikaelson flair.” You sighed, letting him take the back of your hand as he bowed slightly, leading you to the dance floor.

“I don’t know, should you not be enjoying it while you can, not every day my brother throws a party.” He chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “Well not a big one anyway.”

The music finished and you went back to watching the people dance from the corner of the room whishing that you could go home without offending the Hybrid.

“Perhaps alcohol could fix your bad mood?” Kol joked.

“Shouldn’t you be encouraging humans to not drink what is essentially poison?” You asked as he shook his head and downed the drink.

“You know, my brother is here and you’ve always wanted to look at our books.” Kol smiled when you shook your head and gave him a blank look. “The library is free.”

“Well Mr Mikaelson, why didn’t you say so?” You asked, letting him take your arm and lead you away from the party to the library you were always desperate to get into.

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Fixing the Broken (Part 3)

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

ShIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL. I’m needy, I want feedback.

Summary: Lance and Y/N are going through a divorce, but can their son change the route of the future?

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Lance was having a hard time concentrating to whatever Rosa was complaining about basically every single thing. He took her to the very restaurant where he took you for your first date. The memory of you falling down the small stairs right into his arms made him chuckle to this day. You loved that small diner and always cherished your moments there, Rosa was not happy though.

‘’I mean, they could always destroy this place and make a new place, maybe more modern? It feels out if space really, and the drinks, ugh, so..’’

Lance rolled his eyes lightly. Why am I doing this again, he asked himself.

As if it was devil’s plan, you walked into the restaurant with a gorgeous, tall, black guy in your arm. That’s why.

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