he fell on his side and i was all okay

Where Is He?

Request: I saw you wanted some angsty tom holland spider man requests >:3 you should write something where the reader gets kidnapped by someone who found out she is dating Peter, and they try to get her to reveal his location and secrets about him but she refuses to and they torture her. You can make an extra angsty ending or a fluffy one! Love you!

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Ooooh! Thank you for the request, love. I love you too ;) 

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: angst. torturing of the sort, a bit of sexual implications but not much.

Originally posted by j-murphy

“We know you’re dating him. There’s no point trying to fake it.” You felt your breath stuck in your throat as your eyes warily watch the knife tracing your arm. You fought your wrist restraints, trying to break free but it was helpless. Whoever had kidnapped you had used tough rope and wound it around your wrists tightly. It didn’t help that they’d strung your wrists so high that you could barely stand on your own feet. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You spat at the man before you, holding your head out before you defiantly. “And even if I did, there’s no way i’d tell you.” You watched with terror as the man before you tightened his grip on the knife, pressing it lightly into your arm. You bit your lip, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing you cry out.

You’d expected him to continue, continue cutting until he finally managed to hear you cry. But instead the man stopped, pausing in his efforts. You watched him step closer to you, so that his face was only a mere inches from your own. You held your breath, backing your head as far as you could against the wall. You hated being the damsel in distress and you hated it more that you were being used for information, but there was no way in hell you give Peter up so you wouldn’t be hurt. Speaking of, it’d be really nice if he showed up around now…

“You know…” The man started, tilting the long knife threateningly in front of your face. “I’ve been watching you, well you and Spider-Man. I see the way he cares for you, which is exactly why I went after you. Even if you don’t tell me anything, he’ll fall for my trap to come save you and i’ll have him right where I want him.” You bit your lip, kicking out your lip in frustration knowing that the man in front of you was exactly right. Peter would come save you and there was nothing you could do to warn him that it’d only be a trap. “I’ll enjoy killing him in front of you.” 

“He’s stronger than you think.” You argued, shaking your head at his threats. The man only chuckled at your defiance, biting his lip in thought as he stared at you. You watched him warily, unsure of what he’d do before he shocked you, reaching his arms out and grabbing ahold of your top. You immediately knew of what he’d do and you opened your mouth to plead but was a second late as you heard the sound of fabric rip. 

You flushed in embarrassment as your bare stomach and bra came into view. You tried to press your elbows together, a feeble attempt at covering yourself.

“You’re very beautiful. I can see why Peter likes you.” The man commented, allowing his eyes to roam your shape. For a moment you feared of what he’d do, something that would be way worse the slicing your skin. But you allowed yourself to breath again when he grabbed the knife again, shaking his head; “i’m not gonna hurt you. Not in that way at least.” He confirmed, and despite the impending doom you knew faced you, you felt relief at the fact that he wasn’t going to touch you like that.

“Fuck you.” You spat, eyes crinkling in disgust.

“Feisty.” The man stepped towards you and you sucked in a deep breath, leaning up on your wrists and pressing your back against the wall. It did nothing to stop the man as he effortlessly stepped forward, making sure you were looking at him as he pressed the knife against your bare stomach, sliding it down your stomach. You could feel the blood drip down your stomach as pain shot through you.

You clenched your hands together, pressing your lips together in last hopes of keeping whatever yell of pain you’d have in. It only seemed to please the psychopath more, to see you struggle not to cry out. He laughed cruelly, a smirk on his lips as he placed his knife at your hip, pressing into it. There was nothing you could do as a scream burst through your lips, your ankles wobbling as you slumped, falling against the man. He did nothing but pushed you back up, “that’s it. Scream.” 

He sliced down your arm again, across your stomach, by your ribs. And all throughout you screamed in pain. No matter how much you pleaded he only continued, repeating the same question; “where is he?” Still you refused to answer, bit your tongue, and suffered through the pain.

It wasn’t until this had been going on far too long did the man show signs of frustration. He screamed in your face, calling you every name in the book as he slammed every bit of anger at you. “Damnit! Where is here?!”

“Right here.” You snapped your head to our left, finding Peter Parker in his Spider-Man suit standing above some rumble. Your heart fell at the sight of him, shaking your head in a desperate plea to go. You watched as your capturer turned towards you with a sick smile; “told you.” And then he was gone from your side, running towards Spider-Man who almost immediately fell into battle.

You tried your best to fight your restraints, your voice coming in a raw scream if Peter was knocked to the ground. He’d only nod your way, sending a reassuring smile as jump back into action. You watch him be beat on, fall and be thrown to the ground. But you watched him get back up from the ground, with renowned strength. You watched as the man finally fell to the ground and Peter delivered one final blow, knowing him out. 

He ripped his mask off his face, immediately running to your side. Peter said nothing as he scrambled to untie your restraints, you falling onto him almost immediately. He repeated your name in alarm, repeating you’d be okay and you didn’t know if it was for you or for himself. It didn’t matter, all that mattered is that you told him the truth. “I didn’t tell him anything.” You whispered, and he set you on the ground, brushing stray hair from your face.

“I know. I know.” Peter nodded down at you. “Oh, god. Y/N, this is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“No.” You repeated sternly, finding whatever last strength you could. “No it’s not. I knew what I was signing up for.”


“But nothing, Peter. I love you, and that will not change.” He shook his head at your stubbornness, smiling lightly down at you. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Let’s get you to a hospital.”

Merciless - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 3,300+ words 

Kinks; creampie, degradation, punish fucking, breathplay, impact play, etc

Originally posted by taeils-potato-hope

Hoseok and you always had this love/hate relationship going on; one moment you’d both be super chill, joking around with one another then the next you’d be at each other’s throats. 

This was one of those times. 

“Fuck off..” You muttered as Hoseok called you a bitch while he plopped himself down onto the couch beside you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in pure annoyance at the situation you were in; just having to be alone with him pissed you off. 

Hoseok turned to you, “Why are you always like this with me?” He asked, combing his fingers through his parted brunette hair. “I’m always so nice to you, y/n. What makes you wanna be so damn rude all the time?” 

As soon as you heard the false innocence his voice, you scoff in disbelief; Was he really trying to pull that shit with you? 
“Do you really want to fucking know Hoseok?” You practically shouted as you turned to face him. 

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Warnings: Fluffffffffffff

Word Count: 1304

A/n: Just rlly inexcusably cheesy. Like this is not okay. I am persONALLY ashamed by the amount of fluff.

Originally posted by xratherbeyou

You huffed, crossing and uncrossing your legs again as you leaned back in the tiny, uncomfortable chair. Three things you hated the most were doctors, strange drills, and people poking and prodding you and dentistry combined all of those things into one extremely-sanitized, linoleum-floored, overly-expensive hell. Even just sitting in the waiting room was making you feel sick.

How long did it even take to remove wisdom teeth? When Peter, your best friend, had asked you to drive him to the dentist for his appointment, you thought it would be a simple half hour affair but it had been an hour and a half now and he still wasn’t out. You supposed it was because he had waited so long to take them out, but still, it wasn’t that difficult was it?

“Excuse me, Miss?”

You started as a stout man walked towards you, his blue nurse’s scrubs swishing as he walked briskly towards you.


“You are here with Mr. Maximoff, correct?”

“Yeah, is he alright?” You frowned, were there complications? That would be bad, right?

“Yes he’s fine, don’t worry. Dr. Carlyle just thought that, because it’s taking so long you might want an update.”

“Oh, okay.” You breathed out in relief.

“Peter has all but one wisdom tooth out. His body fought the anesthesia in the beginning, more than any patient I’ve ever seen. His metabolism must be extremely high. Anyways, we upped the dosage which did the trick. He should be out in around ten minutes, but because of the high dosage, he might act a little more out of it than our other patients.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You sat back down, fiddling with your fingers. At least nothing bad happened, he was alright. But then again, there was no telling what Peter might do on all those drugs.

It was another fifteen minutes before Peter came out, a nurse pushing him on a wheelchair with slight difficulty as Peter’s head lolled against the back of the chair, an absent smile glazed across his face.

“Y/n… Is that you?” The silver-haired boy slurred as he craned his neck to see you from where his head was positioned.

“Yes, Peter, it’s me.”

“Aw.” Peter chuckled. “Yes.” He did a small fist pump as you thanked the nurse, taking Peter from him.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes that you’re here. I thought that bald-guy was gonna take me to his home.” He stuttered, jerking a thumb at the nurse. “But now I’m gonna go home with you.”

You smiled, thanking the people at the desk before promptly leaving, letting out a breath of a relief as the door shut behind you.

“So,” You began pushing Peter towards your car, drumming your fingers on the chair’s handles. “How do you feel?”

“Feeling scared.” He held the armrests tighter. “You’re going too fast!”
“What?” You slowed your walk to a crawl.

“Slow down, you’re gonna kill me, woman!” Peter leaned back in the seat, his knuckles white with the strain of gripping the armrests. This was going to be a long day.

After much struggle and more sweat than you’d like to admit, you had successfully made it to the car. Peter sat in the passenger’s seat, looking out the window, his eyes glazed over slightly.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yeah, Peter?” You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, turning into the driveway of the mansion.

“Do you think cars have feelings?”


“Like, do cars have-” He waved his hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. “Feelings?”

“Um, I-”

“No!” He raised a finger to your mouth. “Shh. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.”


“Cause, uh, I was thinking like, you know when it’s really hot and you turn on the air conditioning so that you don’t die of heat stroke?” He feigned fainting, collapsing against the window and throwing his feet up on the dashboard. “Do you think it hurts the car? I always felt bad, what if it was too much for the car? What if we’re overworking the car, pushing past its limit?”

He was shouting now, accentuating each word with a punch to the car door.

“Peter, cars are designed to work that hard.” You pulled the car into the garage, the engine growling to a halt “Ok, we’re home!”

Peter jumped, leaning across you and fumbling with the lock a couple of times before pressing it down, sighing in relief.

“Ha, now I’ve got you trapped and you have to talk with me!”

“Ok. What.”

“Well, after thinking about if cars can feel I thought what if other things have feelings? Like clothes and stuff.”

You hummed, reaching down and leaning your chair back, pulling your legs into cross beneath you.

“I know you have that t-shirt, that red, button down with all the crazy flowers?” A piece of gauze fell out of his mouth and onto the car seat. “That super ugly one?” He shoved a finger in his mouth, struggling to put the gauze back into place.

“Yeah? My cousin gave it to me.” You chewed your bottom lip. “I’ve only worn it once, to that disco party Jubilee threw last year.”

“Ok, ok, but, do you ever think that maybe, maybe it just…” Peter tipped his head back, blinking away tears. “I mean you never wear it! It just wastes away in the back of your closet, watching as all the other clothes get worn, maybe it just wants to be loved?”

“Peter, I-” You bit back a laugh. “Are you crying?”

“Yeah.” Peter whimpered sniffling softly. “Just a little.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the door handle once more.

“Wait, no!”
Peter launched himself forward, into your lap, his body now sprawled across you.

“Don’t go.”

“Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender. “What is it?”

He looked up at you, his brown eyes the color of amber and coffee as he peered through his thick eyelashes. It was moments like these that always threw you off guard. Times when he looked so effortlessly beautiful, especially when it wasn’t expected.

How could he look so good while so unbelievably doped up? The way his feathery platinum locks fell like silk around his shoulders was almost exquisite. And his whole “I-haven’t-slept-in-two-years” look complimented him even when, based on all scientific reasoning, it shouldn’t.


You drank in the way his lips formed so perfectly around your name.


Gently, as if he were expensive china, you ran your fingers through his hair, each strand shimmering as the light from outside poured in and washed itself over Peter’s face.

“I know I’m probably gonna regret it in the morning but I’m gonna say it anyways, okay?”

You grinned, tracing your index finger down the side of his face and along his jaw.

“Okay.” You breathed out in a barely audible whisper.

“You make me feel good, like really good. You make the bad days easier and… and there’s been a lot of those lately.” He licked his lips, his cinnamon eyes glued to yours the entire time.

“And whenever I hear something funny, I always look around to see if you think it’s funny too, even when you’re not there. And at night, when I’m cold or alone, I always reach out, expecting you to be there for some reason. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. And when you cried watching that Harry Potter movie the other night, even though I wasn’t watching the movie, seeing you cry, it felt like my heart was breaking.”

You breathed in slowly, scanning his face for any emotion, any sign to tell you where this was going.

“And I can’t help but think the same thing every time I see you.” He smiled reaching up and grasping a strand of hair between his fingers, twisting it slowly.

“I love her.”

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World’s Best Dad (Part 4)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: Dean’s doing his best to take it easy at home while the reader runs into a few unexpected issues while helping out…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 5,200ish

Warnings: language, implied future smut

A/N: I want a fluffy Dean like this if anyone’s got one lying around I can borrow…

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shiraw  asked:

43. “Are you drunk?” Paperhat :3. I love your writing too. You're just amazing!!

“Are you drunk?”

Dementia stepped into Dr. Flug’s private quarters cautiously. She eyed the empty bottles of cheap beer scattered across the floor, and then her friend, who sat slumped over at his desk. Slowly, she picked her way over to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder

“Flug are you-” Suddenly, Flug snapped to attention, nearly falling backwards out of his chair, and staring at Dementia through fogged up goggles. He stammered out,

“Wha? What are you… oh…”  He reached up under his crinkled bag and rubbed at his eyes. “HEy, DementiA!”

“Ah jeez, Flug, how much did you drink?” Dementia asked. The doctor held his hand in front of his face and tried to count on his fingers.

“Uhh… one, two…. Three??? Four. Maybe 5?” he muttered. Then Flug lurched in his chair and stood up to face Dementia. “ ‘M not sure!”

Taking another look, Dementia noticed their were were only 3 beers that were actually empty on the floor; she sighed internally in relief.

“All right, how ‘bout you sit down and we can have a lil’ chat,” she said. Then she guided her friend back into his seat, and hoisted herself onto his desk. “Why’d you feel like drinking?”  

Flug slammed him face down onto the desk with a loud THUNK, and groaned. His next ‘words’ sounded as if someone had managed to say a keyboard smash out loud, which caused Dementia even more concern.

“FLuuuuuuuggggg, what’s happening in that super smart noggin?” The doctor shifted so he could look the girl in the eye.

“Toooooo, many feeeeeelings, Dem,” Flug slurred.

“What KINDA feelings?”

“Heart stuff, like, bang bang in my chest and uhhhhhhhh, ya know?” Dementia was trying so hard not to laugh, but the way Flug was looking at her like he’d just revealed some big secret made her double over with laughter.

“You have a crush on someone!! Oh my gosh are you serious!? That’s why you’re drinking!!??” Even with his bag on, Dementia could tell that Flug was blushing, as the skin disappearing under the bag’s fringe was turning pink.

“I-its not f-funny DEM!” Flug shouted and folded his arms tightly across his chest like a pouty child. “I *hic* don’t want to feeeeeel things about him.”

“HIM!!!??? HIM!!!!!” Dementia jumped off the desk and began to bounce in front of Flug on tip-toe. Flug made that keyboard smash sound again, then promptly fell out of his chair and began to roll across the floor in no particular direction, just to get away from Dementia. She followed close behind. “Unless you’ve been getting out of the house Flug, which I KNOW you haven’t, there is ONE him in this house and-”

“StttoooooOOOOPP,” Flug groaned and slapped his hand up at Dementia’s face, then curled into tighter ball on the floor.

“I can’t believe this!”

“I’m gonna kill yah… and then ‘M gonna drown myself with drink.”

“No you’re not, silly! You and I are gonna swap stories about Blackhat now, and both reminisce over our mutual love for him! Although…” Dementia laid down and next to Flug and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Your ‘love’ is probably more genuine than mine, come to think of it. You’ve worked with him longer, know him better than any of us, and honestly sometimes I think I like him just cause he’s the only person around worth liking!” Flug glared at Dementia over his shoulder.

“I find that offensive, “ he huffed. Dementia made a gagging noise and then pushed him away from herself.

“That wasn’t meant to say you’re not worth liking, ya dolt. Just that you’re more like a brother to me or something,” she said. “Or like, you’re my best friend, and it would be weird to like you.”

“Yeah, whatever, Dem….” For a moment, Flug fell silent, as if he had snapped out of his slightly drunken stupor and become very much aware of what was happening all around him.

“What do you mean by all that though?” he asked quietly.

“Well, I guess I mean what you’d probably have a chance with Blackhat. I mean, I see the way that he looks at you after filming, when you’ve gotten hurt in some way? He seems worried, and he always tells 5.0.5 to check on you. A few times, I’ve even caught him checking in on you’re while you sleep, or carrying you to your room if you crash in the lab. He’s gentle in those moments, and I never see him like that anywhere else, or with anyone else.” Dementia crawled over Flug’s prone body to curl up facing him.

“You see, he acts really tough, but I’ve seen him with genuine fear in his eye over losing you. That one time you got kidnapped and held for ransom, he acted cool and collected when giving 5.0.5 and I instructions, but I saw him tearing apart everything in his room afterwards in rage. He… he almost killed me when he learned that I had failed to protect you…but you see, I know he cares for me too, ‘cause he didn’t. And later, when we got you back, he patted me on the back and said ‘you’re forgiven, but don’t let that happen again.” Dementia rolled onto her back, so he didn’t have to see the way that Flug was staring at her through his goggles.

“Now, you may say that Black hat just cares about you because you make him money, but… I don’t think that’s it, Flug. We’re his family in a way, and he won’t ever admit that, but we know it’s true. “ Dementia giggled. “I’m his annoying little sister, 5.0.5 the overly affectionate pet, and you? You mean the most to him, you’re… what he wishes was his love.”

The room fell silent.

As Flug’s gaze bored into the side of her head, Dementia grew increasingly uncomfortable, until she shot up to her feet and shouted,

“Well you know, I’m probably actually a lesbian for all I know!”

That got Flug laughing.

“Hey don’t laugh at me, mister! I have seen, like one girl, and she was hella hot okay! I saw her outside and was just like ‘wowie! Look at that artwork strolling down the street! Hey! It’s not FUNNY!” Flug was wheezing with laughter, sitting up and holding his sides trying to breathe.

“Holy Shit, DEm! I’m gonna die!” he gasped. Then that moment of awe striking clarity ended, and Flug became slurred with his drunkenness again.

Struggling to his feet, Flug began to stumble towards the door, but Dementia caught him, asking,

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m gonna go get Blackhat to confess his love for me!” Flug slurred. Now any good friend would have sat their friend down and told them to sleep off the drink so they didn’t do something they’d regret in the morning. Dementia, was not a good friend.

“Holy shit, I gotta see this go down! Let me get my phone!”

The next morning

Phone recording—

“Hey, it Dementia, here to bring you the aftermath of Flug’s Drunken Shenanigans! Let’s see what’s behind door number 1!”




“Wha? What’s going on? Dementia?”

“Flug! Flug what happened!!! You’ll tell me the truth!!”

“What? Nothing happened Dementia, we just feel asleep.”


“You guys are boring! You just cuddled and-”


“Actually sir-”


“But sir I-”


“Then why did you hold on so tightly and start purring like a-”


—end recording

“Sooooo, that went better then expected,” Dementia hummed. Staring Flug down as they both stood outside Blackhat quarters, where he had just slammed the door in their faces, she grinned mischievously and winked. “So what did happen, in there, Flug?”

“I don’t kiss and tell, Dementia.” Flug stated firmly.

“So you DID kiss him!!” Flug began to stammer and blush.

“NO! I didn’t say that!!

“It was implied! I’m gonna go shout this from the rooftops!”

“No you’re not!”

“Am too!” Dementia took off running down the hall.

“Get back here!” And with that, Flug sprinted off after her.

Meanwhile, in his quarters, Black hat sat at his desk with his head in his hands. Damn his cute scientist, and damn that annoying Dementia, he thought. They were going to be the end of him.

I hope this is to your liking? I was laughing for a good portion for writing this, and so thank you for this wonderful request! Anyone and everyone feel free to send me more writing prompts!

Ain’t Nobody In The World But You

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Plus Sized!Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark (mentioned)

Warnings: Insecure reader, swearing, virgin!reader, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy)

Summary: Based off of a request.

Word Count: 3130

A/N: So I used some pretty harsh words in this one, this is just what I feel when I’m having a bad day… Hopefully those words don’t trigger you. Please send warnings I’ve missed into my ask box. I also listened to ‘You & I’ by John Legend while writing the smut.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

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Save or Break

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Matt (OC)

Warnings: Lots of angst, language, mentions of death

Word count: 1482

Summary: Dean thinks the reader left him for someone else but is that the real reason?

A/N: This fic is for my newly introduced “songfic friday”. Song inspiration for this one was “Breakeven” by The Script.

Originally posted by bittercasblogger

“Sometimes the strongest among us are the ones who smile through silent pain, cry behind closed doors, and fight battles nobody knows about.” -Unknown

Dean’s loud voice, thick with anger and despair filled your ears as you threw your clothes haphazardly into your suitcase.

“What do you think you’re doing Y/N? You’re going to bail out on me and Sammy just like that? After everything we have went through you’re going to call it quits? Because of what? Is it me? Did I do something wrong?”

Hearing his words brought tears to your eyes. You were seconds away from breaking his heart but you had to do this. You did not have another choice, not after what you had found out a while ago. Your hands were shaking; you stopped what you were doing and took a deep breath. Turning towards your soon to be ex-boyfriend, you looked into his eyes. He stopped with his wild gestures, his chest heaving from all the anger and frustration.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and started to speak, trying to sound as cold as possible. “I can’t do this anymore Dean. I don’t want to. Yes, I quit. I’m leaving you. This was never the life I imagined for myself. I want more, okay? And you can’t give me more Dean. I’m sorry.”

His arms dropped dead to his sides. His mouth fell slightly open and a shocked expression spread across his face as he stared at you, letting your words sink in. “You’re… What? Why? I thought… I mean we talked about this. You never wanted more. What changed?”

You could see in his slumped shoulders and teary eyes how much you had hurt him. ”I have to do this,” you kept telling yourself in your mind.

“I-I don’t know Dean, okay? I simply changed my mind. I want to get married and have kids and I want to come home to something that is not as broken as what we have. Let me go Dean. I’m done. Let me be happy.” 

You continued to pack the last pieces of clothing and zipped your suitcase; you didn’t have the courage to look him in the eyes right now. The guilt you felt when doing so made you question your decision but there was no going back now.

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Safe Places: Second Endings.

Lance sat atop the monkey bars, staring up at the stars as they twinkled above him in their own magnificent way.


How he wished he could be up there, in space, among the stars and shining as bright as them.

Lance had his hood up, shoulders slumped as he admired the lights above him, shining bright.

Brighter than he could ever be.
Better than he could ever be.

Lance was no star.

He wasn’t someone people looked at with awe in their eyes, or one to be smiled fondly at.

Lance wasn’t someone people would go to great lengths to reach, to see.

He was no star, no matter what he did.
He tried to be a good person, he truly did.

Lance helped his siblings, loved his parents, but it was never enough.

Lance stared up at the stars, some of them unseen because of the way his hood blocked out parts of the sky.

That was it.

That was it.

Lance sniffed as rubbed his nose angrily, wiping at his eyes as they teared up. Anger and frustration started to seep into his bloodstream.

How dare they?

He stomped down the hall and towards his bedroom, hood blocking out anywhere but forward.

Just jeep going forward, it’s bound to get better if you just keep going and don’t look back.

That was a lie and Lance knew it.
Such a lie, and he was tired of living it.

Living a lie.

He was no pilot.
He was no paladin.

He was nothing, and that was the truth.

“Lance? Lance! Hey, come back we just were worri—” Hunk started behind him, the sounds of multiple footsteps coming after him.

He hated footsteps, his anxiety acted up.
He was mad at them, how could they try to make things better after what they did?

To say they were worried?!

Horrible rage built up inside of him and it led him to stop in his tracks as the team caught up.

Let them say what they wanted to.
He had his own things to say.

Lances shaking hands ripped through his hair, fueled by frustration and he fixed his hood.

He wouldn’t take his safe place away,not now when he so desperately needed a place of comfort.

Lance couldn’t believe this.

He’d worked his ass off to fix what they had gotten so upset over. Put his time and effort into fixing EVERYTHING.

Lance would have taken a little expression of gratitude; even the slightest, “Good job, Lance.“

God forbid even a thank you.

He grit his teeth so hard he heard his teeth groan from the pressure, he heard the voices of his so called comrades behind him.

Questioning what was wrong.
Why was he over reacting?

He saw red , spinning around to face the group. “Just shut up!” He snapped loudly, eyes darkened with fury.

Every member paused, even Keith.

“When I fixed that fucking map, the map that you all chewed my ass out for messing up, I expected you all to at least be SLIGHTLY more appreciative of the fact that I reset the ENTIRE map that I messed up AND did it to make you guys HAPPY!” He shouted, hands shaking in fists at his sides.

“But no~! Lance has to fuck up once again because he can’t take care of himself even if it was just to fix what I had previously messed up— only to waste my time and tears on your selfish asses!”

Lance started to get a little hysterical, tears falling fast. He would never say things like this but it was too pent up and finally letting out.

He just couldn’t believe he was once again in the dog house because of this!

Lance shook his head, his bottom lip trembling as his breaths shook. He swallowed around the lump that formed in his throat out of anger and humiliation.

“I-I just wanted to make it right but I can’t even do that!” He rubbed his hands into his eyes angrily, sadness starting to erupt.

“I’m sick of trying to do things right for you and always ending up in the wrong!“ He shook his head, "I stayed up all night because I cared that you were all mad at me but now…”

No one could speak.
They had never send their friend like this and honestly it had them a little in shock, and of course concern.

Lance laughed, snapping his head up to glare at them darkly. “Now I see you all aren’t worth any of my efforts.”

The hood fell, his safe place dialing with it and his vulnerability went with it, crashing hard.

“…I-I’m not worth the effort…”

The blue paladin sunk to his knees and immediately several other Paladins came to his side to make sure he was okay.

Lance didn’t fight them.
He was too exhausted.

His hood, the safe place, fell away from his head and rested on his back, gone.

He tensed.

Slowly, Lance was able to take in his surroundings again and he felt a hand wiping the tears that fell. Pidge?

He turned as he felt a hand rubbing soothing circles into his back. Hunk?

A firm hand on his shoulder, keeping him upright and steady. Shiro?

A hand on his knee. Keith.
Coran and Allura lingered nearby, wanting help but there was no room.

That was it.
That was why nothing was okay.

His Safe Place blocked out what was important. The ones around him, and it had left them all in a bad spot.

With the hood, he couldn’t see that he had Hunk behind him. Hunk always had his back.

With the hood, he couldn’t see Shiro and Keith, who may be distant but we’re always by his side.

Lance smiled a little, tears falling faster, and the group hug ensued. It was full of apologies and explanations, which all fell on uncaring ears.

It didn’t matter, they were all in the wrong, and that happened sometimes but that was okay.

Here’s the thing about safe places:

They only last so long.

They feel great in the beginning, and for awhile after that, but in time they become lonely.

They become something one relies on too much, and it can cloud judgement and turn things sour. More so than it had been when the safe place was created.

Safe places shouldn’t be alone places.
Being alone isn’t always the answer, and hiding problems in a spot won’t solve them.

It’s a temporary relief, but you have to give the key to someone else at some point. Invite someone, others, in.

Maybe their arms, will be the safe place you needed all along.

Little Do You Know - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Part 2)

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A/N: Thank you so much everyone, for all the love on the first part and requests to continue this story, it seriously made me so happy. Also sorry for taking so long to post part 2, I was having some issues with my blog but that’s all good now. Anyway, here’s part 2, finally! I hope you guys like it! Sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc.

[Part 1, 2 & 3] - [Masterlist]

Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warning: Alcohol use and mentioning, that’s all I think.
Word count: 1855

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Wasn’t It You And Me Against The World?

Word Count: 1510

    A/N: here was some requested angst! i tried to make the ending kind of open ended so you could make up your own decision. Hope you enjoy! Much love

Originally posted by lightwoodxalec

Originally posted by tbhlodge


    “Y/N?” Veronica called, closing the front door behind her. She wandered around the girls’ house and made her way to her bedroom, slowly opening the door. She found her sleeping peacefully in her bed, her (Y/H/C) hair sprawled out across her pillow and her face buried in her comforter. Veronica smiled softly at the sight, she looked so happy and she felt bad that she was about to ruin it. She didn’t want to do it, but Y/N deserved to know, she had been lied to long enough.

    “Y/N?” Veronica whispered, and the girl stirred in her sleep.


     "You need to wake up, I have to tell you something.“ Veronica said, and Y/N slowly sat up, stretching and yawning.

    "What’s so important it couldn’t have waited until I had woken up on my own?” she asked, slightly annoyed. Veronica gave a small laugh, and sat on the edge of her bed.

    “Its about Jughead.” She said softly, and Y/Ns face fell, worry taking over.

    “Oh my god, is he okay?” Veronica took Y/Ns hand in hers and sighed, nodding her head. “Then what’s going on?”

    “Sweetie, I know that you and Jughead have been dating for a very long while…” Veronica started, and Y/N nodded her head.

    “Yeah, we have. We love each other very much. I’m in love with him.” she replied, smiling softly to herself, and Veronicas face fell.

    “Y/N, I hate that I have to be the one to give you this news… the only one who knows that I’m doing this is Kevin, who said he wanted to be here for you but this morning his dad dragged him to the station for some extra hands on deck. Everyone else wanted to keep this a secret, they said because it was done and over with there was no need for you to know and get hurt.” Veronica said, rubbing circles on the Y/Ns hand, and she looked confused at the raven-haired girl in front of her.

    “Veronica, whats going on?” she asked.

    “Y/N, sweetie, Jughead-” Just then Y/Ns phone started to ring, and she picked it up off the bed and looked at the caller ID.

    “Its Jughead.” She said, and Veronica looked worriedly at the girl. “I’m going to answer it.”

    “Put it on speaker please.” Veronica asked, and Y/N agreed.

    “Hey Juggie.” She said, placing the phone on the bed in between her and Veronica.

    “Is Veronica with you?”

    “Well Good Morning to you too. And yes, she is.”

    “What are you two doing?” he asked, and Y/N and Veronica could tell he was worried.

    “We’re about to have a very important talk, so if you could get off the phone Jughead, that would be great.” Veronica called out, and Y/N shot her another confused look.

    “Veronica, please don’t do this. At least lets talk about this before we make a decision we might regret.” He pleaded and Veronica rolled her eyes.

    “Don’t you think you’ve already made one of those? Its time to man up and admit your wrong doings Jughead, she deserves to know.” She snapped.

    “Someone better tell me what the hell is going on, right now!” Y/N yelled, and the two raven-haired kids fell silent, both waiting for the other one to speak. They sat there not speaking for a minute, awkwardly and uncomfortably.

    “Veronica please don-”

    “Jughead cheated on you, Y/N.” Veronica quickly spat out, and Y/N felt as her heart sank to her stomach. She looked to Veronica, and her eyes started to spill with tears but no sound came out.

    “Y/N, it was just once and it was a mistake. I am so sorry.” He said from the other side of the phone, and anybody listening could obviously tell he was crying.

    “With Betty. They got together one night after you and Jughead had a fight and things…escalated.” Veronica added, and Y/Ns face fell into her hands.

    “Y/N please say something. Anything?” he sobbed.

    “Juggie, it’s going to be okay…” Bettys voice came from the other side of the phone, barely a whisper and it set Y/N off.

    “Oh, so she’s with you right now too?” she asked angrily, and Veronica grabbed hold of Y/Ns hand, but she quickly ripped it away.

    “She’s here because Archie called us saying that Veronica was on her way to tell you. Archie is here too.” He sniffled.“Y/N, please listen to me, it was a mistake, a one-time thing that I regret whole heartedly. You must know that I love you, so very much and that you’re the best thing to happen to me. If I were to lose you, I don’t know what I would do with myself. You are the only thing in this world keeping me sane and I- I can’t lose that. We were in love, remember. You and me against the world?”  he said, and Y/N broke out in an audible sob. “You and me against the world? You promised.”

    “And you promised me that you loved me.” Y/N spat out angrily, her words slightly slurred by her crying.

    “I do love you, I always will.” It was his turn to let out an audible cry, and Y/N shook her head.

    “I don’t think you do. You went out and cheated on me with- with Betty. I am in love with you Jughead, madly in love, and you go and do me like this? We had plans together, we had dreams together, we were going to get engaged right after high school, remember? We were going to move far away from this god forsaken town and we were going to start over, you and me against the world! But now all of that’s ruined!” she cried, and Veronica moved over on the bed to hold the crying girl. “And you didn’t even love me enough to tell me yourself, not even enough to tell me in person. And Betty, we were so close and- and I can’t trust either of you anymore!” she buried her head in Veronicas shirt, holding onto the girl who Y/N felt was the only true friend she had, and Veronica smoothed her hair.

    “It doesn’t have to be ruined, I still want those things more than anything, I still want to be with you. Please, I am so so sorry. Just, give me on more chance, that’s all I need. One more to make it right, we can do it right this time.” He pleaded, and Y/N shook in Veronicas arms.

    “I think its time I hang up the phone now, Jughead. Give it some time, let her think.” Veronica said, reaching for the end call button.

    “Veronica please don’t hang up, I need to know her and I are okay, I need to know if I still have my princess by my side. I can’t lose-”  His voice fell silent, and Veronica threw the phone onto the desk chair, far away from her and the crying girl.

    “Shh, I know. You’re going to be okay at the end of this, I promise. You’re so strong.” Veronica soothed. She sat there an hour with the girl, running her hands through her hair and trying to calm her down, ignoring the tens of calls coming in. After her sobs had quieted down, Y/N sat up slowly, running her hand through her hair, and wiping tears from her face. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, until Y/N finally spoke up.

    “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I love him so damn much, but I hurt so bad.” She said, sniffling, a tear falling down her face again.

    “He loves you too, it’s obvious, but what he did is hard to forgive. I can’t tell you what to do on this one, this is something for you to decide.” Veronica whispered and Y/N nodded her head sadly. “But, who says you need to decide now? I brought ice cream over when I came, and I placed it in the freezer, so it should be cold. How about we watch some movies?” Veronica asked.

    “Sounds good, thank you Veronica. I really appreciate you.” She said, and Veronica pulled her into a hug.

    “I appreciate you too. And I will always be here, okay?” she asked, and Y/N nodded. “Okay, now lets go watch some movies.” Veronica said, jumping off the bed and making her way out of the room. Y/N stood from her bed and walked over to the desk chair, picking up her phone and looking at the many missed phone calls and texts from Jughead. She opened up her messages with him and typed out a text, throwing it back on the chair and making her way out of the room to Veronica.

To Juggie <3 :) – We need to talk, face to face. I’ve made my decision.

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Saturday Morning With Peter

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader, Avengers x reader Sort of.

Warnings: This is a blurb, Fluff.

A/N: This is just a cute story I wrote a while back. Also, The reader had super strength. Also this is super cringeyyyy jsyk

Originally posted by spiderholland

You where awoken when someone’s lips crashed against yours, you opened your eyes and saw Peter who was still in his pajamas.

“Y/N, everyone’s still asleep”

“Pete. I. Don’t. Care” you replied; closing your eyes again.

“WAKE UP!!!!!!!!” he said, nearly shaking you to death. You opened your eyes and smirked.

“okay.. But first let me-” you jumped off the bed onto Peter.

“ahhh Y/N!” he said nearly dropping you.

Pretty soon you where you where holding onto his back like a child and he was running around the tower.

“I’m Spiderman!!” he shouted (again like a freaking five year old)

“Okay Spiderling ” he stopped suddenly, turning his head back so he could look at you.
“what did you call me?” he said, beaming.

“spiderling!” In one quick moment you swung you forward so you where hanging upside down.

“what’s my name?” he repeated, still smiling.

“Spider-liiiiiiing!!!” you said, struggling to sit up.

“surrender!!!” he shouted.

“never!!” you squirmed out of his grip and ran for it. He turned around and followed you. Once he had clear site of you he shot out a web at you, it gripped your side and twirled you back towards him.

“wait Peter…” you said, panting. “hold on.. Truce. I have low stamina” Holding a finger out with your other hand resting on your knee.

He looked at you, unconvinced. But gave you a break nevertheless.

“lemme get some water” you said walking over to the counter. When Peter turned around you snuck up behind him, and lifted him up with ease.

“wow you’re so light” you said, lifting him over your head.

“what are you like 50 pounds?” you asked, now starting to bench press him. “hey y/n- putmedown!” he said nervously. “I get motion sickness!”

And with that you lost hold of him and he fell to the ground.

“-‘motion Sickness’” you repeated, you crossed your arms and blinked.

He laughed and rubbed his side while he stood up.

“Stop it” he said, smiling. Your foreheads now touching.

“okay spidering” he started to reply but you cut him off with a kiss.

“HA. You owe me twenty dollars!!” Peter and you both looked up to see Clint, Natasha, Tony, Bucky and Steve all standing there watching you.

“I told you they where dating” Clint crossed his arms.

Tony took a bite of his apple, “you leave teenagers alone for five minutes" 


Day One

As they’re taken to separate rooms, Mulder strains to catch one last glimpse of Scully. She tries to look back at him but the nurses push her forward and she stumbles.

“I’m sorry, ma'am,” he hears one say before the door slides shut behind him. His own army of nurses stop him from running back to her.


Mulder flails, trying to break free. They can’t take her, not again. Someone calls for a sedative.

“Don’t take her,” he pleads. Is this what Scully saw after she was taken? Strange men in surgical gowns, their faces obscured by masks? Was this Samantha’s fate too?

A needle pierces the tender skin of his neck, seeking his carotid artery. The injection turns his bones to lead and his muscles to jelly. He loses all control over his body and falls to the floor.

Please don’t take her.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you've done this before but can I request the RFA reacting to MC crying herself to sleep? Like, they come home quite late and they can hear their sobs nearby? I love your works so take your time!

Awww anonny this request is so sad but sweet, I absolutely love it! Thank you very much for the kind words and I’m very appreciative of your patience!! Now let’s see our RFA crew comfort us when the tears are flowing!! ^^


  • Yoosung was relieved to come home after a long day of work at the veterinarian clinic
  • He typically doesn’t come home so late but he had to perform an emergency operation on a puppy and was ready to cuddle the night away with you
  • As he walked through the front door, Yoosung took off his jacket cautiously as he heard some strange muffled noise coming from your shared bedroom
  • He quietly opened the door to find you crying your eyes out in bed
  • Yoosung rushes over to your side and carefully sits you up as he wraps his arms around you, with you nuzzling your head into his shoulder
  • He softly shushes you while stroking your hair as he whispers sweet words to you
  • “It’s alright MC, I’m here for you and I always will be. Sometimes it’s best to cry so please, never be afraid to do so when I’m around. I love you so much MC, no matter what’s going on that’ll never change.”
  • Once you start to calm down, Yoosung gently lays the two of you down as you keep your head on his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent
  • You and Yoosung fall asleep like this with Yoosung making a silent promise to never come home that late again because seeing you crying would always break his heart


  • Zen had the lead role in an upcoming musical which was great for his career but it meant less time with you
  • But you were supportive, helping Zen read over the script to get him into character
  • One night when Zen had to stay extra late at rehearsals, he walked into your shared apartment to hear a strange noise
  • Slightly panicked, he grabbed a kitchen knife and slowly followed where the sound was coming from only to open the bedroom door to find you with tears on your cheeks as you were half asleep
  • At first, Zen thought that you were reading over the script since it was a melancholy musical until he realized that you were crying for real
  • He immediately laid down on his back as he pulled you on top of his chest as he coaxed you into calming down
  • “I’m here MC, I’ll always be here for you. Please don’t cry my princess, you’re too beautiful to cry. Whatever the issue is we’ll get through it together since you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. I love you so much MC.”
  • Zen continued to whisper kind words to you until you fell asleep while listening to his heartbeat, with Zen vowing to do everything within his power to never make you cry yourself to sleep again


  • Jaehee typically stays late at work, but this night was an extreme case
  • It was late whenever she unlocked the door to your shared home, excited to be home and to see your warm smile
  • But instead Jaehee was welcomed home by a weird muffling sound coming from the bedroom, making her feel uneasy
  • She flung open the door to find you curled up in bed, seemingly asleep but with tears painting your face
  • This was an all to familiar sight for Jaehee, there’s been countless times in the past which she’d cry her own self to sleep due to stress so she knew what to do
  • You felt a pair of warm hands gently pry your arms away from your face as Jaehee then put her arms around you, telling you softly how she felt
  • “I know it can be tough sometimes MC, but whatever you’re going through I’ll always be right by your side. We’ll get through this but for now, I want you to relax and get some rest. Never forget that I love you MC.”
  • The sound of Jaehee’s comforting words eventually made you fall sleep, making her happy but determined to be by with you more so she’d never have to see you so upset again


  • You were use to Jumin coming home late from work since you knew he was working hard
  • But one night Jumin came home particularly late, huffing as he kicked his shoes off and loosening his tie as he eagerly went to find you
  • As he searched for you, Elizabeth the Third sadly meowed as she pointed her head towards the bedroom door where Jumin heard a loud sob
  • Jumin felt his chest tighten with guilt as he immediately went to your side seeing you half asleep but crying your eyes out
  • He carefully cradled you in his arms as he rocked you back and forth while wiping your tears away, kissing your temple as he softly told you how sorry he was for not getting home sooner
  • “It’s okay MC, it’s all going to be okay. I promise we’ll solve this issue together but now I need you to relax. I’ll be here for you whenever you wake up so rest MC. My love for you will never stop so let’s rest together.”
  • You eventually fell asleep to Jumin softly humming as he continued to rock you back and forth is a soothing motion
  • Jumin engraved the mental image of you crying into his mind so that he’d always have a reminder to make you happy and feel loved because to him, you deserved it


  • Even though Seven typically works within the comfort of his home, he had to go away for a long weekend to finish up some business with his old agency
  • So on the night of his return, a very tired Seven walked through the door wanting nothing more then to flop in bed with you and sleep the week away
  • But when he heard a strange noise coming from the bedroom, Seven grabbed one of his guns and raced to find you
  • Seven burst the door open only to be startled to find you laying in bed, half asleep but sobbing your eyes out
  • He dropped his weapon and went to your side, carefully sitting you on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair, feeling like he wanted to cry himself
  • But Seven knew that you needed comfort right now so he rubbed your arms to try and calm you down as he kissed your ear whispering loving words to you
  • “I’m so sorry for leaving you like this MC. I’ll stay by your side for forever okay? You’re going to be stuck with me so hopefully you won’t get annoyed of me! But seriously MC, let’s get some rest now. I love you and I’m here for you always.“
  • Seven’s sweet words helped you finally drift off to sleep with him sighing as he bit his lip to keep himself from crying
  • Seeing you so upset made Seven promise to never push you away again and to remind you how much he adored you

A/N have some of the fluffy moxiety I’ve been promising.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: moxiety (Morality/Anxiety)

Word Count: 200

Blurry hands gently pried the phone from him. Anxiety blinked, trying to clear up his vision, but not bothering to when he saw the familiar light blue.

“Come to bed,” Patton whispered, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “It’s two in the morning.”

Anxiety leaned into his touch, closing his eyes. He couldn’t concentrate enough to disagree, and so Morality picked him up and carried him through the halls. The even footfalls lulled Anxiety into a light doze. He was brought back to reality by the jolt of being placed on the bed, no matter how softly Patton tried to put him down, and he was reminded why he couldn’t sleep in the first place.

“Morality,” he rasped and almost lost his train of thought as the side kissed his cheek. “Pat-“

“Mmm?” the other murmured, moving from Anxiety’s cheek to his lips.

There were hundreds of things he could say. He could’ve let his insecurities destroy himself, but all it took was for Patton to kiss him again for all that to fly out the window.

“I- I love you,” he breathed out.

As his eyelids fell shut, he heard Morality reply, “I love you too.”

Another Time to Love: Part 4

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 1,988

Warnings: blood, angst, swearing, 

A/N: ya’ll can thank me, myself, and i for getting this posted. lol i was my main boost of confidence and motivation in getting it done, so here you go (there’s still another couple of parts to go!) also, although this is mainly with tyler, baby dylan is also throughout. 

Originally posted by readersleepingintheforest

A shattering shriek tears through my throat, my lungs gasping for relief as every breath I took felt like my ribs were caving in. I struggled in my seat, whimpering and screaming in pain. My hazy eyes took in my surroundings, darkness falling over me and I pulled against the rope that restrained my wrists behind my back. “Help!” I croaked out, the unbearable pain in my stomach almost causing me to black out again.

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Warm Me Up ch. 25

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That weekend, Will received a message that caught him off guard. He had been so focused on his conversation with Nico throughout the week that he’d forgotten about Joey. At least until his name lit up his phone screen.

Movie tonight? I can pick you up?

The message made Will feel guilty and uncertain. A week ago, the idea of going on a date was exciting and even a relief. At the time there was no possibility of one day getting back together with Nico. There was no urge to spend every waking moment texting him and smiling over stupid messages throughout the night until Cecil threw a pillow at him and told him to at least silence the phone.

A week ago, he’d wanted nothing more than to tear Nico out of his heart. He would’ve agreed to the date without mulling it over so much.

Now, though, he wasn’t so sure. Going on a date now would feel wrong. In the back of his mind, he would feel guilty because of Nico. Because Nico was trying so hard to be better. He was trying hard to be Will’s friend again. And Will didn’t want to repay it by going on a date behind his back.

Instead of answering, he called Joey and hoped to find a way out of the date without necessarily having to explain his entire situation.

“Hey there, doc,” Joey greeted.

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Hot Water (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

TW: mentions of sex and swearing

Words: 710

Requested:  anon: 191 with Jared please?


           Jared collapsed off of you, sweaty and panting. His glasses were a mess on his face. The white sheets on your queen sized bed were crumpled in your fists, as your bare chest rose and fell heavily beneath them.

           “That was…” you began in a huff.

           “Absolutely the best sex we ever had?” Jared finished your trailing thought with a breathy laugh. 

You giggled in response while nodding. Jared wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his warm side.

“I mean, Jesus, you never stop –“

“OKAY, I’m getting in the shower now,” you laughed, interrupting his spiel. Leaning down, you kissed his cheek. “I won’t be too long.”

Jared settled back into bed. He grinned as he watched you walk into the bathroom, admiring your silhouette.

Turning on the shower, you put it on a lukewarm setting. Stepping into the flowing water, you sighed. The cold water hit your flaming skin. The contrast of the two created unity and peace while bathing. You reached out to the bottles that lined up on the shelf of yours and Jared’s shower shelf. Next to your flowery body wash was Jared’s off-brand minty smell. Picking up the bottle in your hands, you opened the cap and sniffed it. It smelt like him which made you smile even more. Putting down liquid Jared, you picked up your shampoo and began to wash your hair. It was only moments into the relaxing scrubbing that there was a knock on the door.

“Hellooo?” you sang out, peaking your head from the shower curtain.

“Can you hurry up? I am really sweaty and I smell like Hitler’s asshole,” Jared groaned from outside the door.

“How do you know what Hitler’s asshole even smells like?” you hollered back, completely ignoring his question.

“Easy. Genocide and Nazism!”

You snorted at his response, rolling your eyes. “I won’t be too much longer,” you responded.

After another five minutes, you shut off the water, wrapped yourself in a towel and opened the bathroom door. Jared was lying in bed, watching a dank meme compilation on his phone.

“It’s all yours, your majesty,” you teased, putting on a posh voice.

Jared giggled and skipped into the bathroom, cranking the heat of the water up all the way. You could practically see the steam rolling out from under the door. You groaned. Ever since you and Jared had moved into an apartment together, Jared using all the hot water was the biggest problem. For a 19 year old boy he was clean, tidy, and responsible. But dear God, he could use up the entire months use of hot water in just one shower.

After getting dressed, you trudged your way into the kitchen. You put on the kettle, planning to make a cup of tea. Checking the time, you quickly calculated that Jared had been in the shower for over half an hour. With the hot water on. The whole time.

Stomping to the bathroom, you heavily pounded on the door. However, Jared could not hear you over the sound of himself singing Beyonce’s best hits.


You pounded even heavier on the door, shouting as loud as you could, “Jared! You’re using all the hot water!”



Suddenly you heard the water turn off, and Jared’s singing came to a halt. The sound of wet feet padding on the tiled floor came closer and closer to the door. Jared swung it open, attacking you with his sopping, wet body. 

“JARED, stopppp!” you yelled, in attempt to push the soaking man off of you.

“You love meeeeeee, you could NEVER ban me to the couch!” he began to tickle you, grinning from ear-to-ear. 

As you began to protest, he blew a raspberry on your shoulder. This man was your fiance. He might drive both you and the water-bill crazy. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.


Request from gabrialslay: Levi x Reader where the reader or Levi walks into the opposite gendered showers by mistake, etc? No smut, just like, a towel scene I guess? I don’t know. Do what you like. Merely suggestions. Thanks!



You sighed as the pleasantly warm water of the shower hit your face. It had been a very long day and you were filthy from being outside all day long. It felt wonderful to get clean and showers were always relaxing. After a good ten minutes of basking in the comfort of the shower, you decided you should probably head off to bed before you fell asleep in the stall. Wrapping your towel around you, you stepped out into the empty room and walked over to the mirror, wiping away the condensation that had fogged it up.

You wrung out your hair and combed your fingers through it, stopping abruptly when you saw a figure in the mirror that startled you. Jumping in your fright, you nearly lost your towel, but luckily, you recovered it before it fell too far. Spinning around, you were surprised to discover Levi standing before you, with nothing but a towel wrapped dangerously low on his hips.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I, uh, thought this was the men’s showers. I’m exhausted and I must’ve gotten confused. Again, I’m sorry. For startling you also..” One hand gripped his towel as the other scratched the nape of his neck. His eyes avoided you at all costs as he shrunk back slowly. He was..nervous. Which was a side to Levi that no one even thought existed.

“No, no. It’s okay. It’s been a long day. I’ve done the same thing before, I just didn’t get caught, haha..“ Immediately, you became just as flustered and decided to stop yourself from rambling on and spewing something else embarrassing about yourself.

"Yeah, honest mistake, I didn’t..see anything..just, so you know. Hopefully this doesn’t make things..weird.” Finally, his eyes found yours and you smiled reassuringly.

“Nope. No, why would it be weird? I mean, we’re just having a conversation about how we almost saw each other totally naked. Totally normal between comrades.” Laughter almost always dissolved uncomfortableness. This time was no exception.

“Exactly. Especially when we’re both still half-naked, right?” Levi allowed himself one of his rare laughs and smiled at you.

“Let’s just make sure we walk out at separate times. Before people assume things.” You echoed his laugh as you pulled your towel up again, fearing it would slip.

“Right. They would have too much fun with that. I’ll head out first.”

“Wouldn’t want the Captain indulging in any fun. Good call, Heichou.” You winked in a moment of bravery and but your lip as Levi tossed one of those mysteriously mesmerizing smiles over his shoulder at you.

“You know what? C'mon. I think their faces would be amusing. A little chaos keeps things entertaining, right?” He nodded for you to walk out with him.

After a moments deliberation, you sauntered over to his side and strolled out with him. You two couldn’t help but exchange amused grins as you heard the flurries of gasps and gossip around you.

Tom and Haz go to IKEA

“Okay,” as Harrison got one of the trollies, Tom stood to the side, frowning as he read over the list, “so we only need a few things, really.”

“Huh?” Harrison came back, pushing the cart as the two fell into a practiced step next to one another. Instantly, Hazs eyes were filled with the displays of items, the continuous shelves of products and the bussling crowd all trying to make their way through the maze that is IKEA.

“I said,” Tom chewed his bottom lip, eyes once again checking their list, “we only need a few things.”

Buying your own place sounds cool. Buying a place with your best friend sounds cooler. Buying stuff for your new home? Yeah, not so cool. Ellen had been generous and given Tom some essentials already, his family had brought him mundane things like toasters and kettles, and Harrison’s family had brought them cutlery and mugs. But they still needed more things, like tables and chairs, a coffee table, a toilet brush! So a trip to IKEA was needed.

“M'kay,” Harrison hummed, moving the cart slowly through the crowd. Probably not the best idea to go on a Saturday. The cart came to a stop as Tom was asked for a picture, Harrison looking through some jars without much interest. Did they need jars? Probably. We’re they on the list? Probably not. Harrison put six jars in the cart.

“So anyway,” Tom came back over, and much to Harrison’s glee, didn’t notice the jars in the cart, “we need more bedding, because although I love Ellen, seriously, I don’t want her name all over my bed sheets.”

Harrison snorted, and the two of them continued. Through the kitchen section, they picked up washing up brushes, an assortment of tea towels (they argued and couldn’t decide on one pattern), oven gloves and an apron (like damn was Harrison going to get covered in splatters of food!). As well, they got 2 frying pans, 3 oven pans, a tea pot (a proper one, not a small one which would only give you half a mug), a coffee maker and a coffee grinder.

They got food containers (“let’s get the green” “no, pink,” “Harrison, we are not having pink containers!” “Too late, they’re in the cart” “god damnit”) more jars (to Harrison’s glee), and a wine rack.

Happy, the two of them left the kitchen section. Tom doesn’t know how, but things kept adding to his list, the important list he had spent hours ensuring was right, grammatically correct and everything. “Where the heck do you read wine rack on here Haz?” He asked, flipping over the list a few times.

“Right there,” Harrison continued pushing through, now making their way into the dining section.



Tom sighed, giving up and folding the list away. Fine, okay, they were doing this free style, although he was TOLD not to. He could do this, sure, okay.

“How about this one?” Harrison pointed at a dining set, dark grey and black.

“How the fuck do you pronounce that?” Tom squinted at the name, as if it would magically change and give him the answer.

“Henrisk,” Harrison tried, leaning on the cart as he tilted his head.

“Henrietta?” Tom tired, chewing his thumb.

“Hakunna Matatta?” Harrison joked.

“Just get the number down,” Tom sighed, grabbing a pencil and jotting down the number. It was the ‘Henriksdal’ set.

“We need some fancy as fuck decorations,” Harrison decided, going over to the shelving.

“No we don’t,” Tom whined, following after him.

“Yeah we do, how else we going to impress people when they come over? Fancy adults have fancy decorations.”

Tom rubbed at the top of his nose, muttering to himself. Harrison was having more fun that him, but then again, he wasn’t the one paying.

“This,” Harrison held up a weird looking glass vase, black swirls running up it. “The Frindane,” Harrison attempted, completely mispronouncing the word.

“No, were going simple,” Toms eyes scanned frantically, before Harrison could put his beloved 'Firande’ vase in. His eyes landed on a bowl, simple yet sophisticated. The 'Nödändig’ bowl. Tom grabbed it and put it in, pushing the cart away from Harrison.

Most the rest of the shopping trip was the same, and 4 hours and 3 carts later, the two were taking their shopping out.

“Dude,” Tom sighed, his wallet considerably lighter, “we did not need 10 packs of candles.”

“You always have to be prepared for a power cut.”

As they came over to Toms car, the two realised they might have a problem. Their two dozen bags, 3 rugs and 4 large boxes weren’t going to fit. The two stood there for a couple of minutes, neither doing anything, just staring at the problem. “I’ll call dad,” Tom grumbled after a few minutes of tense silence.

So they waited another hour for Dom Holland to arrive. They’d packed half the stuff, including the large boxes, but still had a rug and nine bags to pack up.


They got all the shopping back, Dom helping them carry the bags up to their flat before sitting down and having a cup of tea, observing his son and basically over son unpack and make a mess.

“Right,” he pushed away from the counter, “got to go,” he rinsed out the Spider-Man mug, placing it on the drainer before making his leave, waving again as a chorus of “bye” and “see ya” followed after him.

Harrison was elbow deep in packaging, pulling out the new bookcase they got. “Thank god for your dad,” he grinned, pulling out another slat. Around the flat lay empty boxes, torn apart packaging and half put together furniture.

Tom lay face first on the floor, arms and legs out wide. He groaned, “he could’ve helped us actually put everything together.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Harrison was flipping over the instructions, trying to find the right way. You wouldn’t think they would be this hard.

“Mnhm, yeah,” Tom rolled over to his side, looking over at Harrison. His head was held up by his hand, as he tapped against his skull, “but it’s gonna be ages to get this shit all done.”

“You could’ve got them to put it all together, you know?”

“Like hell I was!” Tom scoffed, “this lot cost a bomb anyway, don’t need no guys charging us more for something we could do ourselves!”

“If you actually start putting them together…” Harrison pointed out, eyebrows raised.

“I fucking hate IKEA.”