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I Don’t Mean It (pt 7)

You hesitated to open the door. You didn’t even know if Taehyung was going to be there, but something told you that he was. You look through the little peephole as if you didn’t know who was at the door. Your heart sank when you could see all seven figures there. You smiled a little though as Hoseok leaned in close to the little hole and tried to peek back.

You opened the door slowly and greeted the boys, letting them into your apartment. 

The next couple of hours went by as they usually would have. Some of the boys raided your fridge, but to their dismay, it was rather empty. Taehyung didn’t bother even looking at you or talking to you, so you wondered why he even bothered to come. He eventually excused himself to get some air on your balcony. You felt a rush of cold air rush into your otherwise warm apartment as he slid the door open. You watched his figure walk out and promptly close the door behind him.

You finally felt a little at ease, but you still didn’t know how to confront him or when. The other guys noticed the strange look on your face.

“This actually worked out well. Less work on our part” Yoongi said out of the blue.

“What?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“We actually wanted you and Tae to talk things out but we didn’t really know how to get you two alone. But this works out” Namjoon said.

“Alone? What are you talking about” you asked again.

“Yeah…we’re going to go ahead and go. You two talk and figure this out” Jin said as he and the rest of the boys got up.

“You can do it Y/N!” Jungkook said as he patted your shoulder as he and the rest of the boys walked past you. You stood there in shock. You were finally, quite literally, forced to confront Taehyung.

You finally noticed Jimin standing in front of you, not realizing that he didn’t walk out with the rest of the group.

“You can do this Y/N. We’ll always be here for you, ok? Let me know how it goes” he says with a sad smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, but you could still feel your heart race.

A few moments after the six of them were gone, you awkwardly fidgeted around your living room, constantly checking to see if Taehyung showed any signs of coming back in. After a few more minutes, you had your back faced to the balcony, checking your phone after you received a few messages from Min Joo.

You heard the balcony door open and the cold air once again and you after what felt like a few hours, you turned around. Taehyung looked around the room and he seemed very confused. 

“Where are they?” he asked finally. You realized you hadn’t heard his voice in almost two months and you realized just now how much you missed it. 

“They uh, just left.” you said, trying to sound calm while it felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You hated confrontation with a passion.

“Why? You know what, nevermind. I’ll leave too” he said, starting to walk towards the front door behind you.

“Wait! Tae!” you said hurriedly.

Tae. You let the name slip. He probably didn’t like you calling him that. Not anymore at least. But little did you know that it made his heart skip a beat too. He missed your voice just as much as you missed his.

“What?” he asked dryly. He was afraid of showing any emotion because he was scared of forgiving you in a heartbeat.

“C-can we talk?” you ask, not daring to look into his eyes.

“About?” he asks bac.

“A-about us? I-I just want to know what really happened between us” you asked. You were trying so hard not to let the tears form but the stinging in your eyes told you that you didn’t have much longer till you broke.

“I think I already told you how I felt.” he said coldly.

“Taehyung what the hell did I do to you?” you say, wanting to finally get it all out. 

He groaned in response. 

“Fine, you want to talk? Let’s talk Y/N” he said quite loudly. You flinched in response. “Why are you pretending to be so innocent? I know what you fucking did” he spat out.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, begging him to spill.

“Are you really going to pretend like you don’t know what you did Y/N?” he said, getting louder with almost every word. You could feel the tears start to form in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say back.

“The reporter? The article he wrote? The payment? Any of the fucking ring a bell?” he says.

“what? what reporter? what article?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“YOU TALKED TO A REPORTER. YOU TOLD HIM ABOUT ALL THE SECRETS I SHARED WITH YOU. AND YOU EVEN TOOK MONEY AS SOME PAYMENT. DID YOU HONESTLY THINK I WOULDNT FIND OUT?” he was yelling now. If you weren’t scared before, you were now. You had never seen him so angry. He took a glass from the kitchen counter and threw it on the ground. The glass shattered immediately, almost as quickly as your heart.

“Taehyung I never talked to any reporter, let alone take any money.” you say through the tears.

“Oh just shut it. I know the truth, so stop denying it. How…how could you take advantage of our friendship like that? Take advantage of the rest of the members like that?” he asks with a sadness clearly evident in his eyes.

You were full out crying now, with your heart breaking more and more with every word he said. 

“Taehyung..I-I d-didn’t.” you said, starting to sob.

“SHUT IT. You..you’re disgusting” he says, heaving.

“You…You really believe that? You think..you think that lowly of me?” you ask slowly, still looking at the ground. “You really think I did something that terrible?”

“I wouldn’t put it beyond you.” he said coldly.

“And nothing I say would make you believe me?” you ask finally.

“What excuse could you possibly give. I would never believe you. You’re no better than the rest of them. Just wait until I tell the rest of guys. I never want to see you again” he spat out.

“I-I guess that’s it then.” you said

Taehyung took one final glance at you. He didn’t know why his heart sank seeing you cry the way you did. The way you looked completely broken. “she deserves it, though” he tells himself as he walks out the door.


A/N: omg finally the confrontation. I think I might go back to texts for the next part if it fits with the plot but I’m not sure yet. Want a part 8? Let me know or I won’t write one ha!  

Thanks for all the support so far! It’s been fun writing this series. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Amnesiac Lance (pt 2)

[part one]

oh boy this is gonna be really long and angsty, fair warning 

  • lance starts remembering things in dreams
  • the first time he has one of these dreams, it’s really just this vague image of his mother, and all he can recall from it when he wakes, sweaty and confused, is her kind, soft eyes. lance doesn’t really know how he gets there, but pidge finds him on the observation deck, shivering and half asleep against the control panel 
  • by the time morning wake-up time comes, the previous night is a blur

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Almost [r.m.]

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Based on “Almost” by DNCE

Some days I’ll admit I was difficult
Everything you did I was critical

It was you and Reggie. That’s the way it had always been.

Ever since birth, your mothers had pushed you to each other, hoping to see you get together in the future.

And so you did.

It was seventh grade when he had asked you out, all nervous and shaky. You were kids, no one expected it to last. They had all been surprised to see that three years later, you and Reggie were still together as sophomores. And they had been even more surprised to see that you guys broke up that very same year.

You’re holding the car keys
I’m saying, “Don’t tease me.”
If you’re leaving, then just leave me

The Jason Blossom case had taken quite the toll on the small town. Being childhood friends with Betty and Jughead, you easily got caught up in the investigation while Reggie got caught up in a competition with Archie over who would be the next football captain.

You were slowly drifting apart.

Baby we were good
We were almost perfect
I’d say it’s your fault,
But you don’t deserve it

No one noticed at first. Not even you and Reggie. The last minute excuses, the constant apologizing for things you had both forgotten about.

To everyone, you were still the perfect happy couple.

Then came the late night sleuthing. You were putting yourself at risk, at least, that’s what Reggie thought. You however, paid no attention to his concerns, stating that your chances of getting hurt were lower than his every time he played a game.

Unfortunately, Reggie’s words rang true when one night, as you were lurking around the banks of Sweetwater River, your ankle got caught on a tree root. You had to be carried home by Jughead and taken care of by Betty in order to ensure your ankle wasn’t broken.

Reggie had stormed into your room, seething. He had yelled at you and you had yelled back, both saying things you didn’t mean. The night had ended with him storming out and you sobbing as both Jughead and Betty comforted you.

The happy couple had come to an end.

You won’t get back what we had with no one
Baby we were good
It was almost worth it
We were almost
Almost, almost

Truth is, there was no one to blame. You loved each other with all your heart but unfortunately, high school had torn you both apart.

You continued on normally, even if you were terribly heartbroken. You were determined to show Reggie that you would be alright without him.

Reggie tried did the same but he was absolutely crushed and was starting to lose sleep. He regretted his words and his actions.

You were the best thing he had and he had given you up.

You wanted someone to blame. Jughead, for dragging you with him on late nights. Betty, for roping you into the Blue & Gold. Even Reggie, for simply giving up.

But you knew that the only person to blame was yourself.

So real, sometimes it was fictional, yeah
So good, sometimes it was criminal
So happy without me,
Or are you just acting?
Either way is right.

The news of your breakup spread like wildfire. The next day, a quarter of the people knew about you guys. The day after, three quarters knew. By the end of the week, girls were already trying to get Reggie’s attention.

You stood by your locker with Jughead and Archie. Archie was rambling on about something, which was weird as he was usually so calm and relaxed.

Little did you know he was trying to prevent you from seeing some girl from your biology class flirt with Reggie.

“…and then I told Betty ‘There’s no way you can fit that whole apple in your mouth’ and she just looked me right in the eye, said ‘watch me’ and proceeded to shove it- (Y/N)?” Archie trailed off as you turned around, being met with the sight of Reggie leaning on his locker, smirking at the girl.

“I’m fine,” you whispered as Archie wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked you to your next class, Jughead trailing after you guys.

“It’s okay to not be ok,” Archie whispered back.

Baby, we were good
We were almost perfect
I’d say it’s your fault,
But you don’t deserve it.

Reggie felt his heart break when he saw Archie Andrews envelope you in his arms and walk you to class. The same thing occurred for the rest of the week. And the week after that. And the week after that.

He’d always make sure to be in the same place as you and no matter how hard he tried to get your attention, you would only remain focused on Archie.

He tried everything. Flirting with girls like crazy around you, telling Archie to back off, even pushing Jughead into the lockers when he walked with you.

But none of it worked.

You were both miserable.

Archie was helping you, he truly was. He quickly became one of your closest friends, always guiding you away from Reggie in order to keep your heart from shattering even more than it already had.

You wondered if it was possible. Could your heart break even more if it had already been shattered by the person you loved?

You quickly found out that the answer was ‘yes’ every time you saw Reggie level the school with a new girl on his arm.

You won’t get back what we had with no one
Baby, we were good,
It was almost worth it
We were almost
Almost, almost
Almost, almost
Almost

It had been two months and Reggie was back to being his normal fuckboy self. You had been fully integrated into the group that consisted of Archie, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, and Kevin. Things couldn’t be better.

Actually, that was a lie. No matter how much time you spent with your friends, or how much effort they spent with trying to get you to feel better, you were still in love with Reggie.

But he had moved on…multiple times.

Reggie was still hurting. He regretted ever yelling at you and he regretted leaving your house the night you got hurt. He wanted to go up to you and tell you just how badly he was still in love with you.

But you were happy with Archie…as far as he knew.

Baby, we were good,
We were almost perfect.
I’d say it’s your fault,
But you don’t deserve it

Everyone was getting worried. You were still upset and extremely unhappy. These days, not even Archie could cheer you up. Yours and Reggie’s anniversary was coming up nd you couldn’t help but feel more blue.

In a last minute effort, Betty and Veronica planned a small outing for you the day of the would-be anniversary. It’s wasn’t anything big, just an outing to Pop’s with all your friends.

It was going well, Archie had even bought you a milkshake, and you were beginning to feel better.

At least, you were, until Cheryl showed up.

“So he asked me out and of course I said yes. I mean, he hasn’t been available since middle school. Everybody wants a piece of him.”

Your whole table turned to look at Cheryl when she walked in. She stopped near the entrance and looked around, her eyes landing on you.

Smiling maliciously, she turned to Ginger. “Let’s just say Reggie is better at a lot of things apart from football.”

You got up as they walked away, giggling.

“I gotta go,” you mumbled, gathering your things.

“(Y/N), please stay,” Betty begged.

You flashed a smile in her direction. “Thank you Betty, and thank you guys. Thanks for trying but I just really need to go.”

Archie, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, and Kevin all stared after you sympathetically, turning to glare at Cheryl once you had left the diner.

You won’t get back what we had with no one,
Baby, we were good,
It was almost worth it,
We were almost
Almost, almost
Almost, almost
Almost

Cheryl’s words kept playing in your head as you walked out of the diner. You weren’t crying. You couldn’t cry anymore. You were just numb. You kept your head down as you rounded the corner, crashing in somebody. Their hands went to your waist as you placed your hands on their chest to steady yourself.

Reggie looked down at you, emotions hitting him full-force. He missed this, he missed you. Being able to hold you in his arms and call you his. He had to get you back. And this was the perfect chance.

You looked up to apologize, only to completely freeze up when your eyes met Reggie’s. You wanted to say something, apologize for what was said that night that seemed so far away at that moment. But you couldnt. You couldn’t do anything but look away and try to hold back the tears your eyes had miraculously produced.

“(Y/N)…hey,” Reggie breathed.

“Hey.”

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So I figured out how to write fics on mobile like you do on desktop. So requests will be up soon!

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Anon Request: a lot of angst with Seb, the reader and Seb are dating for almost a year, but she wanna breakup with him bc of the age gap and bc she can’t have kids and she knows that he wants… the end is up to you 

(OKAY so I’m trash and am kind of upset with how I ended this and want to make it more fluffy so maybe pt. 2?? Let me know)

Warnings: angst, some language, relational fighting, anxieties

A/N: Requests are open! I will basically write anything (good luck finding something I won’t) 

FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE/ASK/ANON


Part Two 


Sebastian’s jaguar pulled in between the parallel white lines, shifted the car into ‘Park’ and pulled the emergency brake. As soon as he jumped from the car, he ran around to the other side, slipped his arm around his beautiful girlfriend of ten months, (Y/N) and planted a small kiss on her cheek. He was a sucker for romance and love and was, potentially, the sweetest human being she had ever met. On a normal day, she would turn to putty in his hands, but today was in no way normal.

A few months ago, Sebastian’s cousin called him from out of the blue to tell him he and his wife were expecting a baby. Apparently, his cousin had moved to the states and was trying to find a way to contact him for quite some time. It wasn’t until that week that he had managed to find Sebastian’s mother and ask her for his phone number. Sebastian had been really close with this cousin–both of them being an only child, they became like brothers until Sebastian moved from Romania and then moved to the US. Since the cousin didn’t have any relatives in the US other than Sebastian and is mom, and given how close they once were, he wanted to know if Sebastian would be the godfather.

(Y/N) was thrilled for Sebastian. At that point they had only been together for four months or so and neither of them were thinking about anything serious just yet. Six months later and here they were, walking into a maternity ward in search of Sebastian’s newest little cousin. In all honesty, (Y/N) found the maternity ward to be the creepiest wing in a hospital–including the morgue. There was so many emotions from hormonal, pregnant women, frightened fathers-to-be, over joyous soon to be grandparents, and then the occasional disgruntled teenager looking for support as she tries to make the best decision for her and her baby.

Slowly, the couple entered a room decorated with pink balloons, stuffed animals, and an array of gift bags overflowing with pink and purple tissue paper. Sebastian pushed the door open and made his way toward his cousin and his wife, excited to meet the new baby while (Y/N) clicked the door back into place and loitered along the walls as far away from the family members as possible. In her hands was a poorly wrapped gift that she and Sebastian had made together for his goddaughter and upon arriving and realizing just how much Sebastian could have done, she was filled with guilt for convincing him to go along with her plan.

“She’s beautiful,” Sebastian cooed as his cousin handed the baby to him. “Nothing like her father,” he muttered, earning a chuckle from his cousin as the new mom slept. “What’s her name?”

“Eloise.”

“Hi, Eloise,” Sebastian sang to the girl as he cradled her in his arms. (Y/N) tried to position herself so that she wouldn’t be able to hear the adorable sounds her boyfriend made as he held such an angelic creature. She wanted to leave; correction: she never wanted to come. Sebastian had to beg her to come with him to the hospital. She had tried to explain that she had some weird fear of them but he knew all her lies and all of the quirks in her expressions that gave away her lies.

Suddenly, she heard her name mentioned as the conversation turned from the adorable new life nestled in Sebastian’s arms to their relationship. “Yeah, we just hit our ten month mark,” Sebastian said.

“Wow, so you started dating around the same time this one was conceived,” his cousin said while glancing down at his daughter.

“Well, one month longer,” Sebastian started to refute.

“Actually, babe, pregnancies are typically nine months and three weeks long so technically it’s about exactly as long as we’ve been together.”

“(Y/N), come here and meet Eloise,” Sebastian called, his attention immediately fleeting and his focus diverting back to the baby. She made her way across the hospital room quietly with timidity overcoming her. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Sebastian asked. (Y/N) looked at the child in his arms and then to the face of the man holding her. He was overjoyed to see such a small nose and tiny toes.

“She’s very pretty,” she agreed. It was hard not to see what everyone was so caught up in when looking at her. She was docile and delicate, reminding (Y/N) of rose petals in bloom, still curled up but everyone who walked by would know just how gorgeous they will blossom to be.

“Do you want to hold her?” Sebastian’s cousin asked.

“No, it’s okay,” she said before following up her excuse with a clause, “Seb’s pretty attached,” she laughed.

“Here, take her,” Sebastian insisted while standing up to place the child in her arms. Gently, the baby’s head rested between the crook of (Y/N)’s elbow and she supported the girl’s small body with her other arm.

Slowly, Eloise started to yawn, and a smile crept onto (Y/N)’s face so subtly she didn’t realize she was smiling until her cheeks started hurting. The baby leisurely nestled herself against (Y/N)’s chest and tried to suckle on her shirt before starting to cry.

“I think someone is hungry,” (Y/N) said while handing the baby back to Sebastian’s cousin who woke up his wife.

“We’ll get out of your hair,” Sebastian said as he slipped his left arm around (Y/N)’s waist. “Congratulations,” he called again before the pair left the room and then the hospital entirely. (Y/N) quickly and quietly slipped into the front seat of Sebastian’s car and folded her hands in her lap.

Sebastian was still beaming from visiting his goddaughter, holding her, and playing with her small fingers, but he had started to notice that the woman he loved seemed distant and uninterested. When the arrived home, she rushed out of the car and into their house, and hurriedly started running the water in their bathroom. Quickly, she locked the door and turned on the fan, trying to create enough noise for her sobs to be inaudible. Tears streamed down her eyes and she choked, dry-heaving from hyperventilation and feeling as if at any moment she would be sick. She was too good at hiding her emotions and Sebastian hardly noticed her five minute disappearance.


When (Y/N) emerged from their bathroom and found Sebastian seated in the living room, her voice had returned to its normal tone but she seemed distressed.

“Is everything okay?” he asked her while patting the couch cushion beside him.

“You know that I love you, right?” she asked while holding her arms tightly around her body.

“Of course,” he said, his voice a mix between adoration and concern.

“Then please listen to what I have to say,” she begged.

“(Y/N) tell me what’s wrong,” he prompted as a single tear slid down her face.

“I think we have to break up,” she managed to say before her cheeks were too tight and her throat too restricted for her to physically say anything. Sebastian was taken by surprise and couldn’t believe she would ever consider leaving everything they had together.

“Where is this coming from? Come on, (Y/N) please, please don’t do this to me.”

“You promised you’d listen,” she said through another solitary tear drop. “We’ve been together for almost a year now and, well, I,” finding words was impossible and the only thing she could think of was Robin Scherbatsky. “Remember when I made you sit down and binge watch How I Met Your Mother?” she asked him. He nodded as his throat constricted with each breath. “Do you remember the episode with the Empire State Building when Robin’s sister visits and they’re talking about the different on and off ramps in a relationship?” Again he nodded, trying to figure out exactly what the gorgeous woman in front of him was trying to say. “We’ve been on the freeway for a long time Sebastian, and I…I think that, even if we are in the same lane, you’re eleven miles ahead of me.”

“What is this about?” Sebastian asked, his concern turning to frustration as it took longer for her to explain to him why she was trying to leave him.

“If our relationship was a freeway, would you consider taking an exit? Because the way I see it is that, if we’re not exiting, and we’re not getting in the carpool lane, why are we still on the damn freeway?”

“Are you putting an ultimatum on me?” he asked her, his voice started to grow defensive.

“What?”

“Are you saying that if I don’t propose, we’re over?” he asked again, this time with a hint of sadness.

“No,” she could feel the lump rising into her throat again as she held back another wave of tears. “No, I’m saying I need to get off the freeway.”

“And I don’t get a say in this?” Sebastian asked while tossing a hand in the air, trying to control the way he talks with his hands when he’s angry.

“Of course you do!” she responded, trying to soothe him before he got too upset.

“But you’ve already made up your mind,” he stated. “You want out and so there’s the out. Don’t consider me or my feelings.”

“Seb–”

“Don’t ‘Seb,’ me,” he grumbled.

“Please, just listen,” she said in a rush. “I’m too young for you; I don’t have anything to offer you and I’ll just hold you back! I could never forgive myself for keeping you from being everything that you could be,” she said in a shaky voice. “I feel that we both knew I could never be enough for you.”

“Baby, as long as you’re by my side that is enough,” he said as she paced uneasily in front of him.

“Don’t say that to me,” she snapped. “Don’t you dare say that!”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he shouted back, not sure if he were angry, upset, frustrated, or depressed. The more confused he became with his emotions, the louder and more aggressive his actions became.

“Because I can never truly fulfill you,” she stammered. “I will never truly be enough for you and you deserve to be with someone who can give you all that you deserve.”

“I don’t give a shit about you thinking you’re not enough!” he yelled while pushing himself up from the chair he sat in. His vicious and menacing eyes transformed to pained and broken before her as he pulled the palm of his hand across his face. “Don’t tell me that you’re not enough. There is nothing about you that keeps me from believing that you’re the perfect woman for me.”

“I’m not, Seb!” she yelled at him as he tried to approach her. He immediately backed off and watched as you crumpled in on yourself. “You’ve always wanted a family and I can never give that to you.” The tears in your eyes were racing those that fell from his but no matter how much she tried to look away, she couldn’t; she was addicted to him and she needed to get off of this drug before she hurried him in her problems.

“(Y/N),” he tried to call to her softly.

“Please, Seb,” she begged. “Just let me go.”

Johnlock ficlet full of sappy nonsense oops

I was inspired to write this today while thinking of parentlock, and just thinking about how when John moves back to Baker Street, it ain’t gon take these idiots months or years for that tension to break, they’re gonna get going in days or weeks lmao. 

I am quite sick today and have been for almost a week so excuse me for this dump of emotions and also if there’s typos or any crap :D

It comes on suddenly, one afternoon at Baker Street.

John is descending the stairs from his bedroom to the sitting room, having taken Rosie to her cot for a nap, and he’s grateful that at only a few months over a year old, she still requires them (quite soon she will also require a room of her own in the flat, a topic which John has steadfastly avoided acknowledging). He’s barely cleared the last step before Sherlock appears at his shoulder with a cup of tea.

“I heard the fuss she gave you before she finally fell asleep,” Sherlock says, voice and smile soft. “I made sure this would be hot for when you came down.”

John wonders if, after ten, twenty, thirty more years, he’ll ever be able to truly forgive himself for hurting this man. Or if he’ll ever truly deserve to have him in his life.

He takes the cup and saucer, fingers brushing pale knuckles. Desire, anxiety, and the deepest love he’s ever known sweep up his veins, and his next action is instantaneous.

He inhales deeply through his nose, steps directly between Sherlock’s legs, turns him so his back hits the front door, slips the hand not holding the saucer through dark curls, and pauses for one moment. He locks onto Sherlock’s impossibly gentle, molten silver, and quite thoroughly dilated eyes.

“Sherlock.” He’s not sure if he’s asking or telling.

“John.” The response comes in a hushed, broken baritone, and John grips both saucer and hair tighter as he presses in and fits their mouths together.

Sherlock yields to him, as some part of John had always expected. He’s softer now, less sharpness and haughty grace, more compassion and benevolence. John has never stroked his face, but he does so now; he imagines that before now, before their embrace weeks previous, Sherlock would never have felt as warm and soft and consuming as he does now.

Perhaps not suddenly, John thinks. This has been building between them since he returned to Baker Street, since Sherlock came back from the dead, since the very first day they met.

The cup rattles in the saucer as he attempts to shift even closer, lips and tongue now moving against Sherlock’s, desperate and burning with a million missed opportunities. He remembers the spindly table near the door with great relief, and breaks away to set the saucer atop a small stack of books balanced upon it, and pull down a shaking breath.

“I’m in love with you,” he tells Sherlock without preamble, hands clutching broad shoulders beneath a silken dressing gown. “And I always fucking have been.”

Sherlock’s chest is heaving and there are tears shining on his cheeks and John waits for him to respond.

There will be no way for them to say everything that needs to be said in this moment, but he hopes they’ll have time.

“Think of how much time we’ve wasted,” Sherlock finally replies, voice drowned in fresh tears. Lost. Heartbroken. John never wants to see that wretched expression on his face again.

“No,” he manages, hands moving to pull Sherlock in by the waist, and he’s a bit startled at the honest sensual growl his own voice has become. “Think how much we have to make up for, and how much time we’ll have to do it.”

“John, I’ve loved you for longer than you know.” Sherlock looks as overwhelmed as John feels, and the corners of his own eyes burn. “Please say you’ll stay. With Rosie. Forever. There will never be anything more important to me than the both of you.”

“Not even the work?” John laughs through a sob.

Sherlock’s answering laugh is deep and dulcet, and his hands grasp John’s face to bring them back together in a kiss amid the taste of tears.

The tea goes cold. John is consoled by the idea that there will be more, for the rest of their lives.

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New York, New York

Originally posted by shawnskisses

Requested by anonymous: I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! Can you do one where shawn finished a concert, on his way to a plane to go to you and he get in a car accident. After months in coma he wakes up and your still there waiting for him even if a lot of people told you to move on?

Note: tears, just tears and it’s super long so prepare yourselves

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SATURDAY, DECEMBER 11; 7:37 PM EST

This was not happening.

You were not going to let this happen.

Everyone was silent.

And then you lost it.

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I Don’t Forgive You | Part One

Originally posted by daeguboy

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Pairing: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: 1.5k+

Genre: Angst

  → Synopis: After years of being together, a lie is uncovered that could potentially ruin your relationship with Namjoon forever.




There’s something that clings onto you whenever you love someone. It’s a four letter word called hope. It sticks to you like gum against your favorite jeans when you unintentionally touch it from underneath a desk. No matter how hard you try to get it rid of it, it doesn’t come off. Hope doesn’t leave. But there comes a time when you just take a step back and let it be. There’s nothing more you can do to take it off.

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Dream

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff; Hurt/Comfort 

Summary: Jungkook had been spending a lot of time with you lately, and Namjoon finally thought it was time to confront him about it. 

Word Count: 2844

Originally posted by totallyyehet

Namjoon leaned against the wall and gulped down the water from the clear plastic bottle. Sweat was pouring down the sides of his face, “Hey, do any of you guys know where Jungkook is?” 

It was already late afternoon and Jungkook still hadn’t shown up at the dance studio. This was very unheard of for the boys. Jungkook had always been the one to wake up really early or even pull an all-nighter in the studio to practice, but lately, that wasn’t the case. All the boys knew why he had been this way.

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Is This What You Wanted?

Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Angst, relationship issues

Word Count: 1079

Request: Tony stark x reader? One where they’ve been dating for a while but he gets stand offish putting his walls up so she confronts him.. he tells her he’s afraid to love again because he doesn’t want his heart broken cause of everything he’s been through. She promises she’s not going anywhere and she asks him to marry her.

A/N: Okay, so this is just where inspiration took me for this. It’s only part 1 so let me all know what you think ! 


The sound of the bedroom door opening startled me from the light sleep I’d fallen into, the light bleeding in from the hallway confusing me for a couple of seconds until I recognized Tony’s silhouette standing in the doorway. Lifting my hands to my face I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, the sheets pooling around my hips as I sat up. 

“Tony?”

He walked further into the room at the sound of my voice, a sigh slipping from his lips.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” He said quietly. “Go back to sleep y/n.”
“You aren’t coming to bed?” Tony sighed again as I reached for my phone on the bedside table, my heart sinking when I unlocked it to see the time. “Tony, it’s three in the morning.”
“I’m just busy down in the lab, I really have to knuckle out the rest of this project.”
“You need to sleep, your work is still going to be there when you wake up.”
“Just go back to sleep alright?”

Tony didn’t bother waiting for my reply before he grabbed something off the top of his dresser and left the room, the darkness enveloping me again as he shut the door behind him. I bit my lip as I laid down again, clutching my phone to my chest. While it wasn’t unusual for Tony to be caught up in the lab this had been going on for two weeks already; and some nights he didn’t even bother to come to bed at all, falling asleep on the small futon in the corner of his lab. For the first few nights I’d let it go, believing that he actually was just working on a project, but as the days passed I started thinking it was more about me than anything he was working on.

I pulled the sheets back up around my body, moving over slightly so I could press the side of my face against Tony’s pillow, falling right back into a fitful sleep.

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“Have you tried talking to him about it?”
“Nat, this is Tony we’re talking about,” I sighed. “Notorious for bottling away his feelings and using sarcasm to mask whatever’s on his mind remember.”
“Well, did something happen between the two of you?”
“Not that I know of, we were in a really good place up until a fortnight ago.”
“Y/n, maybe he is just caught up with whatever he’s working on, I wouldn’t read too much into it alright?”

I frowned, looking down at my mug of coffee, my hands tightening around the ceramic. When I had told Natasha about what happened last night she’d suggested we go get some coffee, take my mind off of it and I’d jumped at the idea. But Tony was still all I could think about, my chest feeling tighter with every lurid detail my mind decided to conjure up. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that Tony was pushing me away for some reason and it hurt.

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Wildflower // Chapter One

Author’s Note: So, this is going to be a Jughead/OC story. I’ve ALWAYS loved Betty/Jughead from the time I was a kid when I read the comics but I couldn’t help but create an OC after watching Riverdae SOLELY for my own entertainment. Hope you guys like it!

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A warm breeze blew through Marley Morrison’s long, blonde hair as she made her way down Heath Street towards Betty Cooper’s house. It was early, too early if she was honest but it was the first day of school – the official end of summer vacation – and though that thought was enough to make her cry, the thought of seeing Betty and the rest of the gang put an extra little pep in her step.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do 29 for the prompt list

Kara pushed the door open slowly, reverently, like she was entering a temple, like she might disturb the spirits still lingering there.

Part of her felt guilty for never returning her key. She planned to give it back to Eve plenty of times, but something in her just couldn’t. Now, she was glad she kept it. It made sneaking in that much easier. Not that she wouldn’t have found another way, because this — breaking into Cat’s empty condo — was all she had left, and the only thing worse than losing her completely was knowing she’d never get the chance to say goodbye. Not the way she wanted. Not how she would have if she knew the last time they were together would really be the last.

She kept tabs on her travels at first, tracing her movements on a map each day with her fingers, like they would somehow paint a picture that made sense of her decision to leave. After hearing nothing for weeks, she knew she needed to move on. She was restless in her absence, agitated, and it affected her work. Eventually she became less invested, distracting herself with other things, other people, losing track of exactly where in the world Cat had landed, until that was, news broke of the earthquake in Nepal.

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It Never Seems To Be Enough

Summary: Dan gets hate comments and gets bullied by his subscribers on the internet for not posting the video he said he would, and when he breaks down from it, Phil is there to help him back up. 

Or, the fic that’s not actually a fic because it really happened, because half the people in the phandom are assholes who have no regard for Dan’s feelings because they all think it’s about them. 

A/N: I’m not bitter :) This behavior is not okay. Dan does not deserve to be treated the way he was today. No one likes a bully. Unless you have something nice to say to him, than don’t say it at all. 

Warnings: None, unless assholes trigger you. Which, by the way, the tweets featured in this fic are actual tweets I saw in Dan’s replies on his video post.

Word Count: 2,026

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Dan made a mistake by telling thousands of people on YouNow about his next video. Truthfully, he had planned on the next danisnotonfire video being one that meant something to him, but when he tried to film it, things just weren’t working out.

He had been stressed for weeks, constantly worrying about the content he was going to put out on his personal channel, but each time he thought of making a video to post publicly, he felt sick.

Dan treated his own channel like an egg. It always had to be perfect, with no cracks anywhere, and the outside had to have a polished glow to it. He never knew who was going to stumble across his channel, and he couldn’t have it looking like a shitstorm in case someone important saw it. But it was that exact thought that drove him mad.

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Promises

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Expecting parents AU, Fluff + Slight angst

Rating: PG-15

Warnings: Implied sex

Summary: First times are meaningless without promises to bind them.

Count: 1342 words.

Note: Based on this request. I don’t know if this really counts as expecting parents, but I hope you enjoy it @baekfast-club !

Promises

i.

When they first fell in love, it was on a warm summer day. She sat on the hood of his car, appareled in shorts and a light blue tank top which complimented her curves. Jimin had watched as perspiration glossed her skin, noticeable droplets trailing down her neck and met in the slight dip that was her collarbones. She gazed off into the distance and rested her chin on an elevated knee, scraped and bruised. He had wanted to inquire if she had gotten in another fight, but there was an intentional conversation about the philosophy of love instead.

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Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader-What do you mean?

Thank you @juanchachi for requesting!! I changed a few things and I hope you like it! 


“What do you mean, ‘I can’t go to the party’?  I have attended many of your galas before and I do not understand why I cannot join you to another?” asked Damian.

His father sighed and said, “This is very important for Wayne Enterprises and your brothers are not able to come.  They usually are the ones who watch over you during these events, but since thy are not here, you are staying here with Alfred.”

“Why do you keep treating me like a child?!?” Damian shouted.

He grit his teeth and walked away, hoping not to break anything fragile during their fight.  He clenched and unclenched his hands while traveling up the stairs.  Titus was by his side in an instant and nudged his hand.  Damian looked at his companion and smiled.  Titus could always calm him down whenever he was in a mood and he was thankful for that.  Alfred watched the youngest of the family stomp up the stairs with Titus in tow.  He looked over to Bruce and shook his head.

“He needs a companion other than Titus, Master Bruce.  Do you think we can contact him and ask to drop her off?  They are around the same age and will have to get to know each other eventually.”

“I know.  I’m just worried that he will scare her off,” Bruce said.

“If I know Miss (Y/N) correctly, she will be the one who scares him away,” Alfred said with a slight smirk crawling onto his face.

Bruce laughed and shook his head, “I think she has spent too much time with him if she’ll scare Damian.  I’ll call him and ask if he can drop her off before patrol before I leave for the party.”

“I’ll go fetch the camera.”

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“What do you mean, ‘I have to go spend time with the Demon’?  Are you trying to sentence me to death?” you asked your dad.

“I know that he’s a pain in the ass, but you’re gonna have to deal with him until Bruce finishes playing ass-kisser at the party,” your dad said with a gruff voice.

“And what will you be doing while I’m going to the first annual Wayne Hunger Games?” you questioned while folding your arms.

“Patrol.”

“I could be out there with you and make life so much easier.”

He rolled his eyes and threw you over his shoulders, “You’re going and that’s final.  If you even think about escaping the manor Alfred will contact me, and I will drag your sorry ass back there.  Do you really want to have a bad first impression?”

You laughed and said, “I’ll give him hell.”

“That’s my girl!!”

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Your dad had driven you to the manor on his motorcycle.  You had your bag packed with all of the necessities: clothing, weapons, back-up weapons, a taser, two cellphones, random supplies and some books.  Isn’t that what everyone needs when seeing a Damian Wayne in the wild??  

“Welcome, Miss (Y/N).  It’s wonderful to see you again,” Alfred said with his heartwarming smile.

You smiled and ran up to hug him, “It’s nice to see you again too, Alfie.”

He chuckled and waved to your father, who just nodded and drove back to the city.  You watched him travel down the road until you could no longer see him.  Alfred then guided you through the entrance and into the kitchen where a wonderful aroma was coming from.

“Did you make cookies?” you squealed.

Alfred chuckled and nodded.  He grabbed the plate and offered.  You grabbed the one on the top and bit into the sugary goodness they call a cookie.  

“You gotta give me this recipe.  Dad can cook, but he can never replicate your cookies,” you said while grabbing another cookie.

“As long as you don’t give it to Master Grayson I will,” he responded.
“Awesome!!” you shouted.

“Who is this Pennyworth?” a voice asked behind you.

You turned around and saw Damian Wayne standing at the entrance of the kitchen with a scowl on his face.  You heard a bark and felt something bump into your hip.  You looked down and saw a dog nudging you.  You smiled and scratched behind his ears.  He licked your face and walked to Damian’s side.  You laughed and wiped the slobber off of your face with your jacket.  

“I’m (Y/N).  It’s nice to meet ya,” you said while holding your hand out.

He looked at your hand and walked passed you.  You dropped your hand to the side and frowned.  You knew that he was a ‘Demon’ from your dad, but you finally get why they call him that.

“Jerk face,” you muttered under your breath while grabbing another cookie.

“I will leave you two alone then,” Alfred said and walked off, abandoning you in the kitchen with an asshole and his adorable dog.

“I hope that father didn’t adopt another sob story,” Damian said.

You whipped your head toward his direction and said, “Excuse me?  Listen here you shit stain, your father did not adopt me or pick me off from the streets.  I happen to live happily with my badass dad and have respect for those I have around me.  Before you say anything from that shitty mouth of yours, how about you stop your judging and actually get to know the person you spoiled ass.”

You grabbed the plate of cookies and walked out of the kitchen.  Damian just stood there with a horrified expression painted on his face.   He never expected that colorful of a vocabulary from someone his age.  Titus nudged his side and walked out of the kitchen.  He scowled once again at the thought of you stealing his companion.

Saying you were pissed was an understatement.  He did not have the right to assume you were just another sob story that was taken off of the streets by his father.  You weren’t trying to overreact, but your anger got the best of you.  You sat on the very comfortable and expensive couch in the living room and ate Alfred’s cookies while watching your favorite movie and scratching Titus’ ears and head.  He was nuzzled to your side and rested his head on your lap.  You wondered how a nice dog could belong to the bag of dicks that was in the other room.
“Titus!  What are you doing?  I hope you are not feeding him those diabetic disks that you call food,” Damian said while walking up to you and Titus.

“Yes.  I’m feeding your dog Alfred’s most delicious cookies in the world that I only get to have every few months,” you said sarcastically while returning your attention to the movie.

“Your sarcasm is not appreciated, brat,” he hissed.

“Are we starting the name calling game? I have a lot of great ideas for your names and I don’t think you’ll want to hear most of them,” you said while smirking, “assbutt.”

Damian’s face went from angry to confused.  You tried to hold it in, but you bursted out laughing, stood up, and walked to the kitchen to return the plate.  Even if Damian is not friendly, he’ll be fun to mess around with until your dad comes to get you.

“Who is this?” Damian asked while holding your locket.

Your eyes widened and raced to take it out of his hands.  He held his hand high, but you knew how to win this game.  You turned around and walked away, but turned back around and tackled him to the ground.  You pried his hand open, took the locket and put it back on your neck.

“You had no right to take this,” you said while leaning up against the counter and shoving another one of Alfred’s cookies in your mouth.

“Who is in the locket?” he asked once again.

“My dead family. You happy now?”

You took another cookie from the second plate and ate it.  You didn’t like to talk about your old family because it brought up too many memories.

“What happened?” he asked.

“My parents and siblings were murdered five years ago and my grandfather died due to natural causes a year later.”

“Did they get the murderer?”

“No.”
“Why were you talking about your father earlier?  I thought you said that he was-”

“My adoptive dad you idjit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry that I said those things to you.  It was irrational and unfair to you.”

“Apology some-what accepted,” you said while smirking.

“I guess that will suffice.  Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked.

“My grandfather was a boxer and he taught me everything he knew before he passed.  I also took many self defense classes because of my parents, but I perfected most of it while I lived on the streets and when I was adopted by my dad,” you said while pulling yourself up on the counter.

“Did you look up to him?”

“Yup.  He was my role model and basically took care of me when my parents couldn’t, which was all of the time,” you said while faintly smiling.

“How did you meet your adoptive father?” he asked.

“I busted into his apartment and tried to steal some food.  He tried to stop me from leaving and received a fist to the face.  If his friend wasn’t there he would’ve been knocked out on the floor with a nasty headache.  He gave me some more food while he asked me how long I’ve been on the streets and offered for me to stay awhile.  That was about three years ago.”

“Maybe we do have some things in common,” he said.

“Care to explain?”

“I was raised by my mother and grandfather and I looked up to him like you did to your grandfather.  Now I live with my father and Alfred.  They saved me from a very dark future.”

You nodded, “I guess if I never ran into my dad I would become a criminal and get my ass kicked by you and your father.”
Damian’s eyes widened, “You know about that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Of course I do.  Do you even know who my dad is?”

“No.”

You smirked and said, “Better not ruin the surprise then.”

——————–

“Miss (Y/N), your father has arrived,” Alfred said.

You smiled while jumping out of the couch and running to the entrance.  He was talking with Alfred while you jumped on him and gave him a hug.

“You didn’t miss me too much did ya?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“TODD IS YOUR FATHER?!?!”

You looked behind you and saw Damian with a shocked expression on his face.  You and your dad laughed.  

“Did he do anything?” Jason asked while glancing at Damian.

“Yup but I used by colorful vocabulary and everything turned out well.”

He held out a fist and you bumped it.  You let go of him and dropped yourself on the ground.

“Go get your stuff.  Roy is at home with a bunch of junk food and over fifty movies, so get your stuff and let’s get out of here.”

You squealed and ran off to the kitchen to grab your bag and pack all of Alfred’s cookies.  Jason watched you run out of the room before glaring at Damian.

“If you ever hurt her, physically or mentally, I will kill you slowly and make sure they will never find your body.  Not even Bruce will be able to find you.  She will be visiting more often due to me being out on missions and you better not do anything again.  You got it?”
Damian gulped and nodded.  

“I got everything!! Let’s go!!” you shouted.

“Bye (Y/N)!” Damian shouted.

“Bye Damian!” you shouted.

Alfred put a hand on Damian’s shoulder and said: “Be thankful she did not overreact when you said all of those things to her.  Master Tim was not as lucky as you when he first met her.”

Better Off As Lovers (Philip x Reader)

Request: hi! could you maybe do a Phillip x Reader where the reader is the daughter of Jefferson or Burr, and either their parents catch them together? that’d be great!

TW: alcohol, allusions to sex

A/N: I know I didn’t follow the request exactly, but I already have something like it right here.

Masterlist

You smiled at the guests at the other guests at the ball. Your skirt swooshed as you made your way through the winding crowds. You finally make your way out of the crowd and sit in the garden, drinking your glass of chardonnay. You hated that your father made you go to these stupid balls with him. Ever since he started working under President Washington, then Adams, you had been forced to go to these balls that you dreaded. You were his only living family, so you really didn’t have a choice.

A man walked over and sat next to you, downing the contents in his glass as he did so. “I’m sorry-” he looked at you- “I didn’t realize that I would run into such a beautiful woman out here.”

You smiled slightly. “Quite the charmer. What’s your name?”

“Philip Hamilton.”

You nodded slightly. “(Y/N) Jefferson. I’ve heard quite a bit about your father.”

He chuckled. “I’ve heard much about yours, too. May I ask why you’re here with him instead of his wife?”

You looked down. “She died when I was young. It’s just the two of us.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He reached out to touch your shoulder, but you turned away.

“Save your apologies. I’m sick of them.”

He remained quiet, just staring at you.

You took a deep breath and attempted to change the subject. “I assume that you’re here, so your father can show you what it’s like to be a big government man.”

He nodded frantically. “I hope to be as successful as he is.”

The two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. There seemed to have been nothing to say. You both know that there is no use flirting because your fathers would tear you apart, yet that’s all you want to do. You never knew how to feel comfortable with someone else until this moment. All your life you had been surrounded by government men or people your father tried to set you up with. Nothing had been this intimate. This unscripted.

“Your father doesn’t know you’re here,” you commented.

“How did you know?”

You shrugged. “You would have left by now.”

~~~

That was months ago. You thought that would have been the last interaction you had with the Hamilton, but now…

You lie in his bed, resting your head on his bare chest, as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“I should probably head home; my father will be home soon,” you whisper, making no effort to move.

He kisses the top of your head. “I suppose.”

Neither of you moves, afraid to break this perfect moment. Slowly, though, you untangle yourself from him and grab your dress from the floor. He stands up and helps you tie your corset before kissing you and helping you out.

You make your way through town, stopping at a few stores to get the ink your dad told you to get.

You slowly push open the heavy door. “Father?” You open the door to his office, looking for him. Seeing no sign of him, you leave the ink on his desk and head up to your room, wishing you could be with Philip again. One of your maids knocks on your door. “Ms. Jefferson, you were out quite a long time to get ink.”

You laugh slightly. “You know I always make more than one stop.”

She shakes her head slightly. “Well, that doesn’t excuse your wrinkled dress, and what happened to the corset?” She starts helping you undress, so she can properly look at what happened to your clothing. “You were with that boy again, weren’t you?”

You smile, as your cheeks turn pink. You change into the slip she gave you.

She sets the dress on your bed and looks at you. “Your father will have a cow when he finds out.”

You rush over to her. “No, he can’t know. I love Philip too much for father to find out.”

Just as you finish your sentence, your father walks in. “What am I not supposed to know?”

Your maid thinks of an excuse quickly. “That she ruined yet another corset.” She quickly walks out, while your father stares at you.

“Again?”

You look down. “I’m sorry, father. I was taking a walk after I got your ink, and it got caught on a branch.”

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You can’t keep doing this (Y/N).”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just-”

“You’re getting married Thursday.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “No! You can’t do that! I’m in love! You can’t just marry me off to a man who I can’t love!”

He stares at you. His tone becomes deadly serious. “You’re in love?”

You take a deep breath. “Yes. I am in love.”

“Who is he?”

You look down. “Philip.”

“Hamilton?”

“Yes, father.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe it. My daughter, in love with a Hamilton. Do you not realize what he is capable of?”

You give him a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

“Do you not remember the pamphlet from his father a few years ago?”

“Philip’s not like that!” You turn to leave, but your father closes the door.

“But he could be! I’m not letting you see him anymore! You will not get your heart broken by him. Listen, Mr. Eacker is in the parlor, and I expect you to get dressed and be on your best behavior.” He leaves you alone and sends your maid back in.

“Ms. Jefferson?” She sits next to you as you start sobbing.

“He-he’s making me marry Eacker.”

She pulls you into a hug. “Not if I can help.”

Ungrateful Part. 1

Requested: No

Summary: Peter Parker found his soulmate in kindergarten, and started dating them at age 11, but he still can’t seem to shake his feelings for a certain Gwen Stacy. 

Word Count: 1,636

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3

A/N: This is supposed to turn out angsty, but we’ll see how this goes. Also I know this isn’t 100% accurate to the movie but to baddddd.


2 months before the bite

When Peter Parker was 5 years old he met his soulmate. While most people met their soulmate as a young adult, or if they’re lucky as a teen, but Peter Parker was blessed by knowing his soulmate nearly his entire 

What is your favorite color?” were the first words he had said to them.

Blue and red.” Y/N Y/L/N replied with a toothy grin on their face. 

He would never forget those words, he always looked at them when he was stressed or depressed or simply missed his soulmate. But there was another he had loved since he was a child as well. 

Gwen Stacy. Daughter of Captain Stacy and top of her class since middle school. In Peter’s eyes, she was perfect. So kind, funny, and smart, how could anybody want anything more? 

He shook these thoughts from his head as he walked down the halls, hand in hand with Y/N. They bumped into him playfully looking up at him with a smile on their face. 

“What’s up Handsome? Any particular reason why you’re spacing out, or is my beauty just too much for you to handle?” they inquired flirtatiously. 

He looked over at them before shaking his head and chuckling quietly, “You’re just too damn distracting Y/N.”

They stopped and faced him fully lacing the fingers of both of their hands together. 

“Are you ok though, seriously?”

He smiled at them before pecking their nose.”

“Yeah I’m fine, just tired. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to flunk my English test.”

“It’s Thursday, B - track you don’t have English today.” 

He smiled lightly before giving them a light kiss, “You’re a lifesaver, what would I do without you?”

“Perish,” They said while giggling lightly. 

Smiling they walked down the hall together until their next class. 

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Here Comes Goodbye - Connor McDavid

Originally posted by puckducky

Notes: Hola cuties! So, I was listening to some nice Rascal Flatts earlier when I remember I needed to write an angsty McDavid imagine, which voila, led to this. Hope you enjoy!!

Mentions: Steph LaChance

Warnings: Pregnancy, Angst

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: I haven’t decided. I may put off some of the smuts but yeah.

Teaser: Stage one, confusion. Stage two, disbelief. Stage three, anger.

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“Mine” Series: P2: “We’ve Got Nothing Figured out.”

Part One: We’re Taking On the World Together

Rosy’s 3 AM cries were right on schedule.

The two of you groaned, not having slept a wink. Your eyes were closed but the rest of your body was fully alert, anticipating the next time Rosy would cry. Rosy was three months old. She was a beautiful, happy baby girl. The morning sickness, the reflux, the gas, the swollen feet and fingers; the back pain, and excruciating labor was made all worth it when you first laid eyes on your baby girl and held her in your arms. She looked exactly like her father. “What are we calling her?” the nurse asked. You and Harry exchanged smiles with one another, having previously agreed on a name. “Rose Anne Styles,” Harry said proudly. She was definitely his daughter. Her cries were loud and immediate in the delivery room. The doctor even joked: “Definitely your daughter, Mr. Styles.” She opened her eyes after a couple hours. You were asleep but Harry was wide awake, holding his daughter in his arms. He was absolutely mesmerized and in love. He had never given his heart, his whole entire being, to someone so quickly. “You’ve got Daddy’s eyes, don’t you, Rosy?” Harry whispered through the happy tears that streamed down his face. Rosy smiled at the sound of her father’s voice, flashing her inherited dimples. It was a sound so familiar, something she had heard before. This exact same voice would talk to her and sing to her every night.

Neither of you thought parenting was going to be a walk in the park. You and Harry had been married a year and exerted much effort in prolonging having children, using every form of contraception. His successful music and acting career was going steady and strong. You had completed law school and was looking to make partner at a law firm. It wasn’t the time to bring a baby into the world. However, a string of events led to greatest blessing of all— baby Rose Anne Styles.

Rosy had been crying unceasingly for two weeks every night. The doctor said it could be due to discomfort she might’ve been experiencing. He prescribed antibiotics but Rosy did not seem to be getting better. You blamed yourself for agreeing to take Rosy on tour for three weeks. Harry kept insisting and pleading. He didn’t want to miss a moment with Rosy. You knew it was a bad idea but you couldn’t resist Harry. He genuinely wanted to be with his family every minute of every day. And so did you.

Tips on touring with an infant was not included in the baby books you read. The lack of rest, the constant change of environment, the fluctuating weather, the overstimulation— it all got Rosy sick. And now you and Harry were reaping the consequences. The lack of sleep was definitely putting the both of you on an edge.

“You get her,” you mumbled through your pillow, shoving a hand against Harry’s shoulder.

“I’m sleeping,” he grumbled.

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i spy a cheater

Request Prompt; Can you write a Shawn imagine where he’s been distant lately and sleeping at his friend’s house more often so when you confront him, you find out that he cheated and was too scared to tell you? So you’re about to leave him but he’s sobbing and you can tell he’s sorry so you decide to stay?

Warning; very slight use of some foul language

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


You and Shawn were definitely an inseparable couple. The two of you guys came in a pair, and it only made your relationship with the rising artist even stronger. Just as well as the two of you guys worked together, your trust levels were through the roof.

Although it was a bit weird at first, you learned to accept that Shawn’s career would always have him surrounded by girls that were practically in love with him. Even at the beginning of the relationship, Shawn assured you that the only girl he wanted was you. This of course made you more comfortable in the relationship and ultimately helped you through your now seven month relationship with Shawn.

Shawn was beginning to write his newest album, which required him to stay later at the studio than usual. This was nothing new to you, but you started worrying after he stopped answering your texts. You sent an occasional text every other hour to check up on him, but it was as if you were texting a wall. It had been like this for the past few weeks – Shawn wouldn’t answer your texts, he’d come home late, and by the time you’d wake up, he’d already be off at the studio.

When you got the chance to ask him, he gave you the quick excuse that he was sleeping at his friends house every other night since it was closer to the studio. Of course you bought it, but it was often a thought that bothered you.

The thought of him cheating on you never occurred because he’s never given you a reason to think that he would stab you in the back like that. He gave the relationship as much time as his job would allow him, and you didn’t complain. He knew how to treat a girl well, and he never had trouble making you feel like the luckiest girl out there.

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Jerome Valeska- Homework

An: i put this on wattpad but i wasn’t getting teh views so it came to tumblr woo

Jerome Valeska x reader

mild fluff.


The high school that was in Gotham(which had the original name of Gotham High), had a football tournament with a neighbouring school.

(Y/N) wasn’t exactly what you’d call ‘athletic’, she didn’t participate in any sort of sports clubs of any kind. But she had a keen eye for journalism. She did help to run the school’s newspapers and, every year, she, with along a couple other people, designed the yearbooks and other offical stuff like that.

(Y/N) was frequently asked by the head of year to go along to one of the matches to really get a detailed overview of what happened. She never did, because she figured she could ask  her friend, Angie, who was a star cheerleader, what went down. But sometimes Angie wasn’t very reliable. So she eventually decided to tag along to a game.

“(Y/N), wanna come sit with us on the bus?” Angie asked as her and the football team started to board the iconic yellow school bus. (Y/N) shook her head.

“Thanks, but i need to catch up on some homework. Gotta have some peace and quiet.” She said while pointing to her dark red backpack.

Angie looked a little disappointed, but flipped her beach blonde hair back and gave Julia a little smile.

“Ok, see ya around. Can’t wait for you to see my amazing cheerleading skills!” She joked.

“Yes, yes Angie, i’ll write something about the cheerleaders.” She assured her friend.

“And…?”

“And i’ll comment on how excellent your kicks are.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes while smiling.

“Thanks boo!” Angie nuzzled (Y/N) into a hug, (Y/N) looking a little surprised, but patted her back gently. Angie then hopped into the bus to sit with the other cheerleaders.

(Y/N) was just about to walk in as well until the footballers of the school shoved pass her, almost knocking her over. She grumbled, pondering whether to make a big deal out of it, but decided against it.

She plodded to the back of the bus, and slumped in the uncomfortable chair, sighing, and then pulling out a green textbook.


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(Y/N) was so caught up in her work that she couldn’t notice the bus being hijacked by the recently let out psychopaths. To be fair, her black beats headphones blasted music in her ear to the maximum, which probably wasn’t very smart.

Just as she was about to write the word ‘the’, the book was yanked from her hands and thrown randomly, hitting the head of one of the team.

She abruptly looked up, to be met with an unexpected view.

Jerome Valeska.

One of the murderous psychos that was busted out of Arkham Asylum. 

He was a redhead, around the age of (Y/N) , and green/blue eyes, the same ones staring at her paired with a sinister smile.

(An: you’re around 17 in this story sorry not sorry)

Jerome was scarily close; you could see the freckles dotted around his cheeks.

‘Gingers’, she thought rudely.

“Well that’s just unfortunate, you missed out on the big show.” He mumbled eerily. (Y/N) couldn’t comprehend what he was saying; she paid more attention to the fact that she could probably die. Sweat fell down her forehead in pearls.

His smile then changed into a frown, and his eyebrows arched. Jerome then got up from his crouched position and threw his hands back.

“What, are you not gonna say anything? Come on,” he growled, glaring at her like she was a piece of meat,“speak, i dare you.”

(Y/N) was doing that thing where her throat was spasming, barely being able to breathe. She could almost cry. The way he saw death as if it was nothing. Sickening even.

Jerome was starting to get impatient, tapping the tops of the crappy chairs with his fingers, slapping his thighs in a rhythmic way, running a hand through his gelled hair.

“You’re boring. I think i’m just gonna kill you.” He said lightheartedly while pulling out his pistol.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock and she almost screamed “Wait!” To which Jerome had her at gunpoint, with a scowl.

It was just then she realised all the cheerleaders and footballers that were handcuffed to the seats with duct tape on their mouths, soaked in gasoline, but with interest in their eyes, were looking at them.

How the hell did she miss getting covered in gasoline? And why was she still intact? That’s what she’d ask Jerome, even if it did kill her.

“Uh… Um, h-how come e-veryone is handcuffed a-and,” she paused to regain her composure, “has duct tape over their mouths, but i’m fine?” She breathed heavily. Like getting your exam results back.

He smiled a coy smile. Not exactly what she expected. He relaxed his eyebrows, which sent an all-clear sign to (Y/N). He loosened his grip on the pistol.

Jerome was about to reply, but then the distinctive sound of police sirens rose as cop cars came into sight on the right. He groaned and muttered in annoyance. But a glint of a good idea sparkled through his eyes.

He looked back at (Y/N), grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat, “who knows? You’re coming with me.” He demanded.

(Y/N) shook her head skittishly but he grabbed her arm and dragged her along.

Before she was out of the bus she caught a glimpse of her friend Angie, in the same state as the rest of the people on that bus. (Y/N) saw the worry that filled her eyes.

As soon as she was out of the bus, the sound of a gun cocking was heard and the feeling of a cool gun was harsh on her temple.

She felt a presence behind her grip her by the shoulders and her back touching a chest, which she could only assume it was Jerome’s.

(Y/N) could feel his breathing on her neck. ‘Oh, so he is alive. Thought he was a vampire or something.’

“He looks like a male prostitute, what with his suit having black fabric around his crotch looking like a thong.” (Y/N) spoke aloud, without realising.

“Excuse me?” Jerome pulled her hair to bend her head to the side more and aimed the pistol by her neck. He was even closer than before. (Y/N) cursed.

“Did i s-say that out loud?” She squeaked at him, to which he nodded slowly, smirking. She gulped, looking ahead to see GCPD cars.

No surprise that the men that stepped out of the central car were Detectives Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock. They displayed a look of determination while ironically walking uncertainly.

Harvey nudged Jim and he said something inaudible for the Maniax and (Y/N) to him. Jim nodded. And Jim looked to the little fiasco with steady hands.

“Jerome, release the hostage and the bus now. If you all willingly do so, we can arrange to shorten all of your stays at Arkham. We’re only telling you this once.” He offered to the Maniax, Jerome scowling.

He shuffled around a bit which made (Y/N)’s position more unbearably painful than before. It had now come that he had his right arm clutched tightly around her, his nails digging into her forearm. The pistol was still pointed at her neck though.

“By how much?” Jerome asked with a sharp intake of breath before. (Y/N)’s face grew flustered, but she couldn’t pinpoint the reason why.

It wasn’t because she thought he was attractive, did she? No!

No.

He was a murderous, crazy ginger. That isn’t the best combination that a girl could want.

But, he had charisma and charm. That’s what any girl would want.

“I’m sorry?” Harvey yelled because there was a distance between the sides.

Jerome lowered his head and glared daggers.

“I said, by how much!” He shouted at them. She could feel the tension growing. (Y/N) was almost certain that some people were going to die today. She felt tears brimming at the thought of possible events.

Jim Gordon stared at them for a bit, then quickly conversed with Harvey before looking back. Harvey stopped him and pushed him gently to the car because he knew that someone was going to fire a gun.

He eventually yelled, “six months!” (Y/N) knew that wouldn’t have been satisfactory for Jerome, or the rest of the Maniax for that matter.

“Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Are you kidding me? Six months off a life sentence? Ha!” He bawled, the other three escapees joining in, “you’re a joker, Jimbo! Boys?” He looked to them again, halting their chuckles,

“Shoot to kill” he orders, and they fire their guns. Jim and Harvey sprint to opposite sides.

As (Y/N) witnessed the shattering of a car window, and the outing of a nameless cop, she couldn’t bear the situation, couldn’t bear the pistol by her jugular, couldn’t bear the firm arm wrapped around her.

And she lost it.

She started to sob and wail and bawl and cry, and Jerome stopped chuckling and gazed at her.

“Hey, what’s wrong (Y/N)?” He asked. If she hadn’t been crying, she would’ve realised that he used her name, even though he never asked.

“J-just leave me be! I want to go home! I don’t want to die!” She choked out.

He slowly took away the pistol from her neck and pulled her back to the doors of the coach. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her sincerely.

“Hey, don’t cry now. Life’s a joke and i’m the jester. It doesn’t help to be down all the time. Lighten up!” He groveled while (Y/N) just stared at the ground.

He looked out into the distance in frustration. 'It was going to take a bit more effort to calm down a wailing woman’ he thought.

And thought. He didn’t quite mind her, even if she was a little nervous.

Jerome did admire how her flowing ink black hair contrasted with the depth of (Y/N)’s forest-y green eyes. Maybe if she would smile like he did she’d look out-of-this-world pretty. He came up with an idea.

(An: and you have black hair and green eyes as well. It’s because i actually made a person but tumblr prefers to be the person :3)

“Hey!” He exclaimed while moving his hands to her upper arms, “why don’t you help me set your school bus in a flame? It could look real gorgeous.” Jerome added.

(Y/N) stared at him in horror. She could never do such a thing. Burning her friend alight. It was unmentionable, disgraceful, prepost-

'It sounds kinda awesome.’ She inwardly thought.

“No! I can’t and i won’t. Im not a killer!” She told Jerome and herself.

“Suit yourself. But you’re still my hostage, so you can come and watch.” He told her as he dragged her again by the forearm to a little corner where the trail of gasoline started.

He pulled a lighter out of his back pocket, smirking in her direction, and ignited it.

Well he tried.

It was out of fuel.

“Ugh, this is embarassing. Anyone got a light?” He called to the rest of the team. And one of them ran up to him eagerly.

He looked harmless, but (Y/N) knew that he was anything but that. He was just shooting the cops.

He passed Jerome a ready lighter.

She glued her eyes to the flame; when it sparked out of the lighter, when it reacted to the gasoline, making a jaggedy line slowly leading to the bus where Angie and the team were trapped.

She saw how Jim Gordon sprinted to the bus.

Jerome threw the lighter to the side, and took her hand.

“We’re going!” He said excitedly, rushing to the van he came in, she assumed.

“But-but I can’t leave! My friend’s in there!” She cried to Jerome as she was pushed in the seat of the van.

He merely slammed the door in her pleading face. She tried to escape but he had thought one step ahead and locked the car until he could get in. She bashed the door helplessly.

“Wow, you should maybe put your seatbelt on. Wouldn’t want to break your beautiful face, would we?” He climbed in while she rested her head on the door.

“Didn’t even let me finish my homework.” She spat at him.

He cackled loudly and placed a kiss on her cheek as she sat back up.

And she blushed.

An: Yeah it’s not very fluffy or smutty sorry. I just felt like a retake if somebody was there that Jerome fancied.

Ha i think im a good writer 😒

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