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Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

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Pairing: Steve rogers

Plot: At the end of your first date with Steve you two end up sleeping together. The following day you are overcome with sadness when you hear Steve talking to the guys about what happened the night before.

a/n ok so in this fic the reader has a ex boyfriend who posted about their sex life on the internet. What show and character did I get that idea from? The first person to send in the correct answer to the question gets their own fic. Also if you can only give me one part of the answer you’ll still get a fic. So technically there can be two winners here. I’ll even give you a hint it’s from a very popular sitcom

Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

Steve Rogers was undeniably the most attractive and most kind-hearted man you had ever met. You have dreamt about him asking you out ever since you joined the team but thought he only saw you as a teammate. So it came as a surprise to you when he came up to you after training and asked if you would go on a date with him. “Y/n would you like to go on a date with me?” Steve gave you a small smile and hoped you’d say yes.

What you didn’t know was that Steve liked you back and he found himself staring at you when you weren’t looking. After a very long conversation with Bucky and sam he promised them that he would finally ask you out on a date. “I would love to steve ! ! !” You were so excited he asked you that you actually leaned in a kissed him on the cheek. Horrified by what you did you began to apologize “oh my gosh I’m so sorry.”

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Some Magnus Chase headcannons. Because my boy needs some more love.
-He isn’t sure about what to do with his hair, Alex wants him to get an undercut, but he isn’t sure.
-He likes reading. One of his favorite books is The Martian.
-Magnus is on the autism spectrum.
-Once Alex turned into a wolf infront of him and he. Froze.
-He likes to wear makeup ocassionaly. Just some light gold eyeshadow and sparkly lipgloss. Sometimes with eyeliner but that takes too long.
-Alex can’t do makeup so Magnus sometimes Magnus does it. They both really enjoy it.
-He starts an Instagram, and it’s really popular. He posts alot of nature. But he can’t really post his face.
-Alex mase him a vase, it had sunflowers painted on it. And it’s one of the best things in his room, it sits right next to a photo of his mom.
-He has personalised ringtones for all of his contacts. Sam’s is ‘Stronger than You’ and Alex’s is 'Eye of the Tiger’.
-He wears gold nailpolish. All the time. Alex introduced him to it.
-He has a stuffed meowth plushie that lives on his sofa. ('What!?! Meowth’s the best pokémon!’)
-Annabeth bought him the first book of the mortal instruments series for his birthday and since then he’s been hooked.

“Valentines Day Surprise” Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,012

Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Sam surprises you on Valentine’s Day.

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut, making out?? Is that a warning?


Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since you saw Sam. His hunt was harder than they were expecting, and they had to stay longer to do more research.  It was also two days until Valentine’s Day- something Sam promised he would be home in time for. It’s going to be your first Valentine’s Day together, and even though you told him you didn’t want anything special, you still wanted him to be home.

“I’ll try my hardest, Y/N. We just finished up, we’re leaving first thing in the morning. Dean will drive as fast as possible, but we’re on the other side of the country. I’ll try though, babe, I will.” Sam sighed through the phone, making you frown.

“Tell Dean that there’s a million single, lonely girls that are just waiting for him if he gets here soon enough. Maybe it’ll make him drive even faster.” You laughed, even though on the inside you were sad at the possibility of them not making it.

“I miss you.” Sam says, making your heart flutter.

“I miss you too.” You lay down on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. “I can’t wait until you’re home, three weeks is a long time.”

“Yeah,” Sam replies. “Hey, babe, I have to go. We just got to the motel. I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?”

“Okay, see you soon.”

You two hadn’t said that one big word yet. Love. You knew that you definitely loved him, there was no denying it. He was the man of your dreams and everything you could ever hope for. But you didn’t want to make a complete fool of yourself if you said it first and he didn’t feel the same, so you kept it inside.

-

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the morning light pouring into your room. You glance over at the calendar on the wall, frowning when you realize the day. Valentine’s Day.

Sam had called yesterday to tell you that he wouldn’t be there in time. You told him that it was fine and that he shouldn’t worry. But deep down, you were really upset.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Sam had said over the phone.

“Really, it’s no big deal. I have cookies and TV here, I’ll be okay.” You responded.

“I really am sorry, Y/N. You know how much I wanted to be there.” You could almost hear him frown.

“Relax, it’s really fine. I’ll see you soon.”

You groaned, not wanting to get out of bed, but the light pouring in through the curtains made it almost impossible to go back to sleep. It was a dreary, rainy day outside.

“Ironic.” You mutter to yourself, pulling the covers off.

You don’t even bother putting pants on as you made your way to the kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of juice and look at the food options.

“Screw it, it’s Valentine’s Day.” You say as you grab the cookies that you made a few days ago. You take your food and drink over to the couch, setting them down on the table as you search for the remote. You find it, and cover yourself with a blanket before grabbing a cookie and turning on the TV.

You decide to catch up on Game of Thrones, as both the boys were way ahead of you and you desperately needed to get to the same spot as them. Anytime they were watching it, you couldn’t be near the room as you didn’t want spoilers.

You watch a few episodes before all the junk food and the patter of the rain hitting the roof gets to you. You push pause on the TV, and close your eyes before drifting off to sleep.

-

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“Y/N?” You hear a voice waking you up. You jump off the couch, suddenly alert. When you look up to see who it is, your smile grows wider than ever.

“Sam!” You practically yell, and you jump on him, bringing your legs around his waist as you hug him. *refer to gif above*

“Surprise.” He laughs, hugging you back.

“I thought you weren’t going to be back until tomorrow?” You questioned, not moving from your position.

“I wanted to surprise you. I missed you.” He brings your lips to his, kissing you. He grabs your hips and holds you steady as he sits down on the couch, not ever breaking the kiss.

His hands travel to your back, rubbing circles as you straddled him. Your hands tangled up in his hair, and you kissed him harder, grinding your hips into his. Three weeks was a long time.

“You taste like cookies.” He pulls away, smiling at you.

“That was my breakfast.” You admit, knowing Sam wouldn’t approve. You try and kiss him again, but he stops you.

“Come with me.” Sam gets off the couch, holding your hand to lead you somewhere.

“Well okay, my knight in shining armor.” You giggle. “Where is Dean?” You look around frantically, suddenly very aware that you still didn’t have pants on.

“He’s out.” Sam shrugs. “As soon as we got home, he left again. I have no idea, but I’m not complaining.”

He led you to your room. The sight in front of you made you gasp, bringing an even bigger smile to your face. There was a vase with flowers sitting on your nightstand, and on your bed was a teddy bear and chocolates.

“I didn’t know you were so cliché, Winchester.” You smiled. “I love it.” You hug him.

“Well, I love you.”

“You do?” You pull away from him.

“I love everything about you. I love your eyes, your hair, your body, your absolutely amazing personality… You’re perfect, Y/N. You’re perfect for me.” He smiled, his teeth shining.

“I love you too, Sam.” You kissed him.

He picks you up again, bringing you to the bed. This time, he didn’t stop you from doing anything.

Parker’s Past

The Adventures of Fawn Diaz and Peter Parker–Chapter 40


After the prank war, Fawn continued contemplating her relationship with Peter. She tried her best to find a way to forgive him, but she just couldn’t. Being treated as a second class citizen was not something she appreciated.

So she decided that she needed to get rid of his things, whether that be jackets he lent her or gifts he gave. Fawn got up from her bed and went over to her bulletin board. With reluctance and grief, she began taking down pictures of her and Peter and put them in a drawer in her desk. She then gathered borrows shirts and jackets and put them in a cardboard box. She put it on her bed and went back to look for more Peter-related objects. She turned and faced her window, seeing the vase of flowers slowly wilting onto the windowsill.

Peter had sent them two days after she broke up with him, and a note that said he was sorry and would appreciate her forgiveness and, in Fawn’s words, “a bunch of sappy sentimental BS”. She glanced at the vase sadly, but left it on the windowsill in the pale sunlight.

After gathering a few more Peter things, she came across none other than the music box he gave her for Christmas.

She picked it up and sighed. She loved this music box, she didn’t want to give it back or throw it away. It was much too painful. She simply put it in a small box on the top shelf of her closet.

When she finished loading the cardboard box, she grabbed it, along with the flower vase and stopped in the kitchen. She took the flowers out of her vase and threw them in the trash can, then put the vase in the sink.

Fawn grabbed the box and continued out the door to the Parker residence.


When Fawn arrived, she knocked on the door a couple times, and expected to see Peter open the door, but instead, Aunt May opened the door.

“Hi Fawn! How are you?” May asked.

“Hi Ms. Parker. I just, um, I came by to drop off some of Peter’s belongings he left at my place. I just thought he would want them back. Is he here?” Fawn asked.

“Oh that’s right…you two aren’t…friends anymore…And, no, honey, it’s just me right now,” May said awkwardly.

“Yeah…I’m sorry, oh, here you go,” Fawn handed May the box.

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. I know he’s been skipping your events and acting differently.” May reassured Fawn.

“Oh. Yeah. I should, um, get going. I’ll see you Ms. Parker–!” Fawn began to turn, but May stopped her.

“Oh come in! Have some tea or coffee! It’s chilly out there, please,” May offered. Fawn thought about it for a couple seconds.

“I guess I could stay a little longer,” Fawn shrugged, entering the apartment.

“Would you like tea or coffee? Or hot cocoa?” May asked.

“Hot cocoa, please,” Fawn replied.

“Alright, you go ahead and get settled and I’ll get the hot cocoa,” May gestured to the sofa, “Peter won’t be home for awhile. He always goes out and I never know where he’s going or where he is.”

“Neither do I…” Fawn mumbled as she looked at the photos on the coffee table. She noticed a young man in some pictures with May, May and Peter and just Peter. She picked one up, studying it carefully.

It was May, a younger Peter and the same man at some amusement park, probably on Coney Island.

“Oh I remember that day…it was Peter’s 10th birthday…he was so happy that day…” May spoke up as she gave Fawn a mug and a plate. She sat down next to her and picked up the photo as Fawn set it down.

“Out of curiosity, who is he?” Fawn gestured to the man. She predicted he would be May’s spouse or boyfriend of sorts.

May sighed, “That was my husband, Ben. He died last year.”

Fawn nearly spat out her hot chocolate in shock.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Fawn said.

“It’s okay. I think Peter was the most affected though. I mean, yes I was torn my husband died, but, he was like Peter’s father. He taught him a lot, cared about him. Peter was really devastated.” May explained.

“Not to intrude, but how did he die?” Fawn asked.

“Someone killed him,” May said grimly. Fawn was quite surprised. So surprised, she was speechless. Fawn didn’t say anything for a few minutes, she kept sipping the hot cocoa.

“Um. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Ms. Parker, but how did Peter end up with you and your husband? What happened to his parents?” Fawn suddenly asked. She never did ask Peter about that, she was always curious about it. He didn’t explain his past, he never thought it was important to discuss, but Fawn, being the curious person she was, was dying to know.

May exhaled, preparing to tell the story. “You can’t say anything, okay? And for disclosure, I don’t know everything, so I’ll tell you what I know.”

Fawn nodded, agreeing to May’s terms.

“Okay. So it all started when…”


“…that’s how Peter ended up with us.” May finished. Now Fawn’s mind was absolutely scrambled. Her feelings were a mess, she didn’t know what to think anymore. Fawn wasn’t sure what to feel about Peter. Should she treat him differently, know that she knew the truth about his past?

“Wow. I–he–Uuuhgggggghhhhhh!” Fawn groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“Excuse me?” May asked.

“I’m sorry, it’s just–I don’t know how I feel about this–Peter–anymore. I like him, and I shouldn’t, because I’m dating Harry, and I just….I’m so confused!” Fawn rambled. “I don’t want to treat him differently because of his past, but…now I just feel terrible that I broke up with him. I don’t know what to do…”

May was a bit taken aback at her sudden emotional outburst.

“Oh no…I did it again…” Fawn realized she admitted her feelings about Peter to yet another person he was close to.

“I already knew, sweetie,” May consoled her.

“And then there’s that. Me not being discreet enough,” Fawn twisted a strand of her hair nervously.

“Fawn, honey, it’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with that. Okay well, you have a boyfriend that’s not Peter and you still like him so that might be a small problem, but it’s okay to have a crush!” May patted her back.

“Not when I should be furious at him. But for some reason, I’m not. I’m not mad at him, at least not anymore. I want to, I do. He ignored me for a month and treated Ned and I as if weren’t his best friends. Just like, acquaintances or classmates. But I can’t bring myself to. And his story…god, his story doesn’t help either. I wanna run through a wall right now,” Fawn confessed.

“I don’t know, to me that sounds like–” May began.

“–I’m in love with him, I know. Mr. Stark told me the same thing. But that’s what scares me, Ms. Parker. The last time I loved someone, they let me down. They betrayed me. I can’t go through that again. It hurts too much,” Fawn explained.

“Fawn, let me tell you something about love. It’s messy. It’s crazy. And sometimes it’s like a battlefield. But it’s good too. And sometimes, you just have to put your heart out there for love. Sometimes you have to risk it, because he could be the one. Love isn’t supposed to be a game, but people treat it like it is. I’ve had plenty of heartbreak myself, but look at me. Am I a bit damaged? Yes, but I’ve healed my scars and I’m still standing. You can do it.” May told Fawn.

“Thanks Ms. Parker. I would take your advice, I would, but I can’t. Peter likes someone else. I’m just the girl next door.” Fawn said.

“Liz. Right?” May asked.

“Yeah, Liz.” Fawn confirmed.

“Well, then, wait. Peter will come to his senses soon enough. Although his judgement is clouded right now, he’ll get through the fog and see what he’s been missing,” May winked. Fawn laughed and sighed.

“Thank Ms. Parker. This was a good talk. I should do this more often.” Fawn stood up.

“Oh Fawn, it was a pleasure talking to you, thanks for stopping by,” May led her to the door.

“No problem, it was nice,” Fawn said. May took back the finished cup of hot cocoa and said her goodbyes to Fawn.

“I’ll see you around Ms. Parker!” Fawn smiled.

“Bye sweetie! Good luck!” May waved and shut the door. Fawn turned on her heels and headed out of the apartment.

Thanks, I’m gonna need it.


A/n hey dudes, so it turns out this was more angsty than angsty/fluffy, but oh well. This chapter kind of reveals more about Fawn’s feelings and not much about Peter’s past actually because idk what his specific backstory is in the MCU. Don’t wanna mess it up. Anyways, I hope you liked it! Over the next few weeks, my posts might slow down because AP exams and finals and stuff. I’ll try to update but I really have to focus on studying. Thanks for reading! Stay tuned.

-Lina

P.S. I’ll be doing a Diaz Family Ask again on Saturday and I’ll post more details tomorrow.

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Early &  Rare Example of Paradoxical Illusion

This very rare electrum hekte (only 8 known examples) is from the ancient city of Mytilene on the island of Lesbos, circa 454-427 BC. On the obverse is the head of Athena wearing a crested Corinthian helmet while the reverse shows two confronted female heads with their faces overlapping, all within an incuse square.

This coin seems like a perfectly ordinary hekte when the obverse is first viewed; it is only when the coin is flipped to reveal its highly unusual reverse does the importance and novelty of the type become apparent. Employing a simple but effective form of optical illusion, the reverse appears to show the same female portrait both to the left and to the right. The design is deliberately intended to confound the eye and engage the viewer’s attention in attempting to resolve both portraits independently of the other, which is of course impossible, thus presenting the viewer with a visual paradox.  The importance of this type, both in terms of numismatic art and in the wider context of Greek art in general, cannot be understated. It is a thoroughly novel, and never to be repeated experiment in paradoxical illusion on the coinage of a Greek city-state.

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Pages from Brain Dumps / Combination of Last night / This mornings thoughts. 

Ft. : Lisa Lionheart, Getting Siri to drop pins on locations for me, Moomin, Nikki Minaj / Truffle Butter to get me through the morning [Solo soul train pictured] and TinTin as usual. 

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avengers269 asked:

Can you do a Bucky x reader where the reader is short and curvy. With curly hair. And he does something cute for her? please?

Of course. It’ll be out around Wednesday or sooner. Thx for requesting.


I quickly drained my glass of water, hating the humid, sweltering weather. I fanned my face slightly after struggling to put my curly (h/c) hair in a messy bun, and I glanced at the burning gaze to my left.

I rolled my eyes, and I scowled, “What do you want, Bucky?”

He smirked before giving me a sultry gaze, and I laughed, “No way. It’s too hot today.”

His smug grin immediately dropped from his face, and he had a slight pout on his face, which he hadn’t shaven in a couple of days.

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I really love Parent Trap style fic where Henry knows how his moms feel long before they do and he’s the one who brings them together. But also, I love the idea that he’s totally oblivious.

This is how I see it going. When Henry turns 18, he goes away to college. And while he’s there, he meets a girl (woman, he can mentally hear both his mothers correcting him) called Raisa. He really really likes her. *Really* likes her. And they start dating and it’s going great only what the hell does he tell her about his family?

He’s well aware that what was cute in an 11-year-old will seem worryingly delusional in an adult so all the fairy-tale stuff is totally out of the question. But without that, how will he explain the fact his grandparents are the same age as his mom? There’s definitely no way he’s telling Raisa that his aunt is the Wicked Witch of the West, even though he made the mistake of telling Zelena about Raisa and now she keeps asking to speak to her, which would be a Disaster with a capital D and all the other letters capitalized and several exclamation marks after it as well.

There’s only one solution: he’ll mention he’s got two moms - no, not like that, it’s a long story, boring though, OK yeah, short version, it was his fault for tracking down his birth mom - and then leave it at that. And he’ll never, ever bring her to Storybrooke.

But after the fifth time he’s been to stay with her folks and and not invited her back, Raisa starts to think he’s ashamed of her, and then she starts to talk about them maybe taking a break and Oh God, so he invites her to Storybrooke.

He sends Zelena 5 emails and two facebook messages and a DM (Zelena *loves* social media) sternly warning her not to use magic in front of Raisa. Because Zelena uses magic at the drop of a hat and that ABSOLUTELY CANNOT HAPPEN when Raisa is staying. He calls Uncle Killian (Emma broke up with him and he started dating Zelena, it was a whole thing) and asks him to maybe tone it down on the leather front. Also there’s a letter to Snow telling her that if she uses the word ‘marriage’ once in front of Raisa he’ll destroy her happiness if it’s the last thing he does.

Amazingly, everyone behaves. Even better, both his moms seem to like Raisa, which he was a little bit worried about (OK, petrified, petrified would be a better word). Mom takes him and Raisa out for a meal at a nice restaurant and Emma takes them for a picnic out in the woods and then they all have dinner together at Mifflin Street with Aunt Zelena and Uncle Killian. And he has to kick Zelena a few times under the table and she *will* keep talking about how much she misses her flying monkeys (her old softball team, he tells Raisa) but basically it’s fine.

Until after the meal, when Raisa drags him to that bench by the sea for a private chat, and his stomach sinks to subterranean levels as he thinks, here is comes, but then she says, ‘Why didn’t you ever tell me your moms are in love.’

Which. What the hell? It’s ridiculous. Except it’s like one of those ‘is it two faces or is it a vase?’ things. Once you’ve seen the faces, you can’t unsee them. And of *course* his moms are in love. It couldn’t be more obvious if they had big flashing signs above their heads and he must be pretty dumb not to have noticed, but there are two people even dumber than him because his moms clearly don’t know either.

So. The whole Parent Trap thing does happen, thanks to Raisa. And yeah, there are a few bumps in the road, especially when Zelena figures out what they’re up to and tries to help. (Truth potions: Never A Good Idea, a story by Henry Mills.) But finally it works, and his moms kiss right there in front of him and Raisa, which is every kind of wrong and embarrassing, and then presumably they start doing other stuff that he isn’t going to think about EVER.

Pretty soon afterwards they’re getting married, because they’ve basically been engaged for seven years. Things get pretty emotional at the wedding, and he’s not surprised to find himself proposing to Raisa, who clearly and objectively is THE BEST. She says yes, he cries and hugs her and hugs her and hugs her and wonders how anything could possibly get any better than this. And OK, yeah, he still needs to tell her about the whole fairy-tale thing, but he reckons after all this, she can probably deal. 

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Chapter o5. Hidden

As you slammed your front door shut, you still shivered in fear.  All locks were twisted shut, even the door chain that no one ever used. 

Who is he?  What did he want? 

Inhaling a sharp breath of air, you peered through the peephole.  Only the maroon color of the welcoming mat stared back at you.  You took a deep breath and collapsed onto the sofa.  Youngwoo had ran into his room to play with his new toy soldiers, which gave you the extra time to reanalyze what had just happened. 

You snapped your eyes shut to recall the cracks and fading brown bleeding from his black leather jacket.  His voice was husky and dry like snake venom rolling under a tongue, incapacitating its ability to maneuver and make sounds.  Just thinking about it cause shudders to travel down your spine. 

So when footsteps sounded from outside the door, your first instincts was to grab Youngwoo.  But it was too late, the doorknob was twisting open.  Your heart rushed up your throat in strangling motions.  Your eyes widened and you impulsively draped your hands around a glass vase on the coffee table.  Seconds passed like hours and then finally the door opened.  You stood up, held the vase over your head, ready to pounce on the intruder but the door jolted back from the force of the door chain. 

“Jagiya??  Why did you lock the chain?” your husband’s voice sounded. 

His voice was light and dreamy, the complete opposite to the strangeness, malevolent voice of your stalker’s.  With cold sweat trickling down your pale face, you released the vase in your hands.  The moisture on your fingers left a film of condensation on the porcelain surface.  Biting your lip, you stridden over and unlocked the door for Sehun.  He eyed you suspiciously but you pretended not to see, opting to help him hang his coat on the rack to avoid his gaze.  So Sehun knowingly gave you a peck on the lips for reassurance before going to check on his son.  Fidgeting with your fingers, you stood still in place. 

Should I tell him? 

But you shook your head, realizing how ridiculous it would sound to tell your husband that a random man had been peeping at you from behind a bush. 

“________ah, you’re probably overanalyzing,” you whispered to yourself. 

That night, as you tucked Youngwoo to bed, your mind continued to wander off and replay the scene from this afternoon.  Beside you, your husband narrowed his eyes, sensing that your mind was somewhere else. 

“Jagiya…” he called, causing you to jump, startled from his voice that slice through the silence like an invisible knife. 

As soon as Youngwoo fell asleep, Sehun pulled you into the bedroom and closed the door.

“_______ah, you’re acting really strange today…” he cautiously observed.

“Uh…oh, it’s nothing.  Just work stress,” you brushed it off, though the pounding of your heart tripled its speed. 

With raised brows, he leaned in and surveyed your expression to give you a chance to be honest with him.  When you cowered back from his intimating stare, he sighed, slowly nodded his head, and let the issue go.  His hands loosened around yours and immediately you regretted not telling him.   

“Babe, do you want to shower first or should I?” he asked, walking over to the drawer to grab some clothes. 

“Think sex, not stress”

With a deep breath and biting your lower lip until it became swollen, you shyly whispered, “…We can always shower together…”.

Sehun choked on his own saliva.  Your shoulders slacked as you retreated back into the covers in complete humiliation.  A bit upset and semi-ashamed by his reaction, you buried your head under your piles of pillows and pretended to fall asleep to avoid further embarrassment.  Entertained by your bashfulness, your husband walked over and spider danced his fingers over your waist until they completely met at the center of your belly button. 

“You know, that’s not such a bad idea,” he whispered into your ear.

Flushing a deep red, you voluntarily allowed Sehun to spin you around so that his eyes gazed straight into yours.  As soon as he reached under your shirt, your eyes automatically rolled back until you felt faint.  Your chest rose up against his; your two pulses gathered into one melodious beat.  Skillfully, he leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours.  So tender and soft; familiar yet foreign in the way he used his tongue to wet your lips until they were pink and plump.  When he groaned, you ran your fingers through his hair and brought your slender legs around his hips.  A moan escaped as he teasingly sucked on the nape of your neck, leaving a new love mark.  You returned the favor by stroking his earlobe.  Slowly, Sehun walked with you into the bathroom for your steamy adventure.   

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One afternoon, you turned in some sketches to a client before picking Youngwoo up from school.  Nature’s golden egg hid behind masses of gray clouds as if it were too bashful to face mankind.  Half expecting it to rain, you opened your trunk and grabbed a large umbrella, just in case.  Yet, as soon as you stepped over to the front gates of the school, the sun had decided to muster up the courage to greet the world’s most handsome little prince with you.  Youngwoo happily dashed forward at the sight of his mother.  Grinning like a fool, you squatted down and opened your arms to welcome your little boy into your tight embrace. 

“Omma!” he greeted excitedly, as you wiped the sweat off of his forehead. 

Playfully lifting him high up into the air, you showered him with butterfly kisses all over his cheeks.  Youngwoo recoiled ticklishly and giggled cutely, charming your body into losing its strength.  Each laughter translated as separate music notes, travelling into your ears and down to your heart. 

“How was my Young-ie’s day at school?” you questioned with him still in your arms. 

“Good.  Teacher-nim gave me candy because I was good!  But the candy wasn’t candy, Omma!!  They were worms!” he exclaimed, causing you to laugh in glee at the little boy’s amazement over gummy worms. 

Just then, you finally noticed a small expensive-looking toy car in his hand. 

“Youngwoo-yah, did Teacher-nim also give you the toy car?” you questioned nonchalantly while stroking his hair. 

“No, an Ahjusshi did!” he replied, making a “vroom vroom” noise as he rolled the car in mid-air. 

“Ahjusshi?” you furrowed your eyebrows and looked around.  You were met with the sight of other parents joyously reuniting with their children.  With a shrug, you ecstatically walked over to your car with your son. 

He surprised you by climbing up onto the passenger seat himself.  As you drove off, Youngwoo continued to play with the toy car while thrashing his little feet around in glee.  Grinning widely at those gorgeous crescent moon eyes he inherited from his father, you leaned over and helped him buckle his seatbelt properly so that he didn’t need to strain his arm while fooling around with his new toy. 

“Youngwoo-yah, we’re going to pick Grandma up and go grocery shopping.  Remember what Omma taught you to say?” you inquired while driving. 

“Hoppy Berfday Grandma!  Youngwoo wubz chu,” his little nose crinkled as he laughed at his own mispronunciation.

You laughed along, internally melting and spazzing at how adorable your son was.  Sigh…how did Omma ever gain the courage to leave you back then?  Feeling semi-remorseful again, you strained your neck and pecked him on the top of the head.  In return, he let out this shy yet radiant cackle that reminded you of the mix between Scooby Doos and Barney’s laughter. 

Seriously, he was totally going to be a heartbreaker when he grew up.  You were betting your money on it. 

Parking in front of a townhouse, you honked a few times to notify its owner of your arrival.  The second floor curtains opened and you waved to your mother and her husband.  Shortly after, the middle aged woman appeared at the front door.  With Youngwoo securely held in your arms, you got out of the car to meet up with her mid-route. 

“Omma!” you greeted, giving her a big smooth on the cheek.

“_______ah!  Oh my Young-ie!  Granny missed her precious grandson!” she replied, pinching your son’s chubby cheeks. 

“Hoppy Berfday Grandma!!  Youngwoo wubz chuu!” Youngwoo chirped, causing your mother to chuckle happily. 

 

At the grocery store, you lifted Youngwoo up to sit on the front of the cart.  He wiggled around and looped his little legs through the two holes created by the thin metal bars of the cart.  With a foolish plastered grin, you petted his head at his obedience.

Midway, as your mother gathered a bag of apples into a bag, a group of her friends noticed her and came over to chat.  You smiled at how enthusiastic your mother was with her friends; her eyes glittered under the fluorescent light, her laugh lines creased deeply, and even wrinkles appeared on the corners of her eyes as she laughed along to one of her friend’s jokes.  She had changed so much from the closed-off and depressed woman she used to be.  You sighed contently and turned to give your son some tender, love, and care. 

“Good job, Youngwoo-yah!  Omma is so proud of you.  You made Grandma really happy!” you complimented, playfully ruffling his hair. 

Winking at him, you held out your palm.  Youngwoo squealed and knowingly clapped his baby hand against yours for a big high five.  Bringing your nose against his, you tickled his tummy, causing the little boy to wiggle around in his seat.  He let out a few high-pitched giggles.  And like a contagious disease, you scrunched your face up and laughed along.

“You must be _______ah!  And you must be little Youngwoo!” your mother’s friend walked over.  You bowed and Youngwoo threw her a toothy smile.     

“Oh he’s absolutely adorable!” she complimented, patting him on his pink cheeks. 

“Thanks!” you spoke, grinning foolishly at the praise while stealing the chance to shamelessly admire your little prince’s handsome features. 

“I’m not just saying so just to say it, ________ah.  Your son is really one of a kind.  Just look at his beautiful eyes.  They’re so captivating!” she exclaimed. 

You shyly giggled and nodded in agreement, “Yeah, he takes after his father a lot”. 

“Were you talking about me?” a handsome voice spoke. 

You turned around and smiled at the owner.  He leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. 

“Appa!” Youngwoo called, kicking around in excitement to see his father.  His little feet rattled against the metal bars of the cart.   

“Aww, my Young-ie!  Appa missed you all day during work!” he spoke, pulling Youngwoo from the seat into his arms. 

You smiled foolishly at your two boys.  Sehun turned around and bowed, “Omunim.  And you must be Omunim’s friend.  I’m Oh Sehun, ________’s husband”. 

“Wow, _______ wasn’t exaggerating when she said that Youngwoo inherited his looks from you!” the lady laughed. 

Your husband coyly rubbed his neck. 

“Really.  You two should have another one while you’re still young!” she suggested. 

Your heart dropped in accordance to the way your head hung. 

“Oh, we definitely will.  We’re just letting things happen naturally,” Sehun explained while squeezing your hand.  You feigned a smile at him so he continued, “Plus, this Little Booger right here is actually already a handful”.

The lady laughed and nodded understandingly.  With a sigh, you snuggled your cheek against your husband’s arm, grateful for his rescue. 

Separating into two groups to allow your mother more time to catch up with her old acquaintances, Sehun, Youngwoo, and you strolled down the aisles in search of Youngwoo’s favorite chicken wings.  Automatically your fingers looped around Sehun’s while your head rested perfectly against his broad shoulders.  He kissed you on top of your head and you grinned in contentment.  It always made you extremely giddy when both of your busy schedules gave room for dates – even if it was something simple like grocery shopping.  

“Waa…My Young-ie has grown up so much.  Appa’s arm is already tired.  It must be the cheerios!” Sehun exclaimed as he gently placed his son back into his seat in the cart. 

When your husband wheeled the cart down the store, the environment before you morphed into that of a wedding boutique, filled with disco lights and aisles and aisles of dresses and gowns.  As you reminiscent the events, from six years ago, your eyes unknowingly grew glossy.  Your Young-ie was just a little newborn baby while you…you thought that you’d never be able to see your two most important boys, much less get to grocery shop as a family.  

“Omma, don’t cry,” your son curled his small hands around yours.  His sweet voice broke you from your trance.   

Sehun stopped in his tracks and turned to you with innocent eyes, a bit caught off guard by your sudden dysphoria.

“Jagiya, are you crying?” he asked, turning your face around so that you gazed straight into his eyes that mimicked the breath-taking sky at twilight. 

Sniffing back tears, you shook your head and confessed, “I just feel like the luckiest girl alive when I’m with you two!”

Touched by your confession, Sehun’s eyes clouded up as well.  Without a word, he walked around and slipped his arms around you from behind. 

“Aigoo, Young-ie, your beautiful Omma gets emotional too easily,” he started then corrected, “Jagiya, I’m the lucky one”.

“No, I am,” you countered.

“No, I am,” he whispered, pecking you on the cheek. 

Oh here we go again.  Every time you guys had this debate, you internationally turned into mush.   

“I am lucky too!” your son squealed, feeling a bit left out by your little lovey dovey moment with your husband.  Sehun and you exchanged looks of amusement.  You cupped your face in your palms and giggled uncontrollably at your self-proclaimed cute family. 

“Sehun-ah, _______ah, I got the beef and crabsticks,” your mother announced as she walked down the aisle. 

“Yummy!  Crabby!” Youngwoo babbled, sandwiching with the pack of frozen crabsticks, your mother just placed into the cart, with his tiny hands. 

“Oh, Young-ie likes crabs?  Granny will make Ganjang-gejang for you!” your mother chimed and Youngwoo threw her his signature killer smile.

Just as you finished up the grocery shopping, a familiar chilly breeze passed above your shoulder.  You shivered and clung close to your husband.  When you turned around to peep from the bloodcurdling direction, you spotted the same middle-aged man peering from a few aisles away.  Frightened, you staggered back, almost toppling over had Sehun not caught you in time. 

“Hmm?  What’s wrong?” he asked, holding you steady. 

The beating of your chest increased rapidly as you hid behind your husband and whispered, “I-I think that man has been following me!”  

Sehun’s eyes widened, “Wait.  What?  Where?” 

“T-there,” you discreetly motioned with your eyes for him to look at a few aisles away from you. 

Your husband bravely stepped forward to scrutinize the area.  Debilitated with fear, you could only cling onto him, burying your face into his arm. 

“Uh…Jagiya…there’s no one there…” he said confused. 

Your head snapped up.  With furrowed eyebrows, you detached yourself from Sehun to scan the area yourself…but no one was there.  You could have sworn he was there a minute ago. 

It…couldn’t have been…my imagination…

Could it…

Unconsciously, you enfolded your arms around your body. 

Squeezing your shoulders, Sehun lightly inquired, “Jagiya, have you not been getting enough sleep?

“Maybe…” you replied but somewhere deep down, a feeling of fear settled onto the pit of your stomach.  

 

 

a/n: I know these last few chapters seem like we’re dwindling in the middle of nowhere (plot is moving slow) but stay with me for a few more chapters.  I promise you the second half of this story is solid

And if you haven’t already check out Under The Same Sky, a oneshot, ft. Luhan and tell me what you think ‘cause it’s super raw and lots of imagery.  

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Rage--Tom/Reader (Lorelei) One-Shot

OK so this has been a hard week, what with the Tompocalypse and all.  Most of you don’t know this, but I didn’t eat sugar in the year 2013.  For the whole year.  I’m getting back off it after a month’s playing, so I am ALSO on sugar withdrawal this week (as well as other…ah…hormones) SO BASICALLY AWFUL EMOTIONAL WEEK. 

This fic was born from repeated listenings to Alanis Morrisette’s “You Oughta Know”, which is a song that is reminding me veRY MUCH OF TOM THIS WEEK OMG but yeah this is me getting out this apparent fricking rage emotion I’m dealing with.  This was going to end veeeeeeeeeeeeery differently, but I talked myself out of my usual MO. 

NSFW at ALL, kind of rough sex.  Yah.  Cussing. Possible triggers for abuse (woman to man) Please note I do neither endorse nor condone physical abuse in ANY WAY–even slapping is not ok.

Not partcularly well written, not really edited cuz I have sugar withdrawal headache.  Have fun. Whee!!!

“Asshole!” you scream again at the top of your voice.  Whirling to your left, you grab the flowers, the dozen open, sunset-shaded tulips that he knows are your favorite—the ones he walked in the house with, the blossoms accompanied by a nervous half-smile on his stupid face—and throw the vase, hard as you can, at his head. 

He only barely dodges the Waterford crystal as it hurtles past his head, arching away as it impacts, shattering into a million glittering shards.  Their sharpness does no damage to him, to that perfect face with the big blue eyes and the jawline that thousands fawn over—the bastard!!!–and your anger mounts.  With another cry of frustration, you turn to the cupboards, reaching for the nearest plate, the nearest mug—anything to do him damage.  Break him like he has broken you.

Your fingers close on a china dessert plate—the pretty blue ones you bought together in Venice in that little shop on the canal—

More tears spring to your eyes.  You turn to hurl it at him, but years of running and conditioning has made him faster than you will ever be.  He grabs your wrist, twisting it with a grit of his teeth, forcing the plate to the floor.  You smirk at him as it shatters anyway, and swing your arm to slap him.

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