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I Will Personally Put You In This Morgue! (Sherlock)

Request: Sherlock x reader. The reader has a prosthetic leg. Anderson calls her a freak 

Warning(s): prosthetic leg (obviously, if that even is a warning), slight language, insults 

Word Count: 1,589 (geez) 

Reader Gender: Female (if this was supposed to be male/nonbinary PLEASE TELL ME AND I WILL FIX IT) 

Authors Note: SO SO SO SORRY ON HOW LATE THIS IS! I’ve had a lot of schoolwork and I’ve been out, but here it is. It was also a little challenging to write so I hope I did it correctly. I hope you like this, anon. :) Personally I can’t stand Anderson so I love this. 

Another Authors Note: This takes place in “The Great Game” (s1e3) for reference. I tried to get it as close as possible, but I did have to change it up some for the request. :) 

“He’s not gay! Why do you have to spoil-he’s not!”

That’s what I hear as I step into the room. I see Molly standing at the end of a table. Sherlock is at the other end looking into a microscope, with John behind him. I had been outside of the building talking to Lestrade about the case, when John texted me, telling me to come in. Apparently, he had done that so that he would not be alone when this argument went down. Really, I had to walk all the way down here for this? 

“With that level of personal grooming?” Sherlock says, snorting. It comes off as a question, but I know he doesn’t mean it that way. He looks up from the microscope, and glances at me. His hand moves to gesture toward an empty chair, and I accept gratefully. I hope I’m not blushing too much at him helping me. 

“Because he puts a bit of product in his hair?” John asks, “I put product in my hair.” I giggle at how offended he looks. 

“You wash your hair,” Sherlock responds, “there’s a difference.” He turns to Molly. “No,no - tinted eyelashes; clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines; those tired clubber’s eyes. Then there’s his underwear.” 

“His underwear?” Molly looks dumbfounded, raising her eyebrows as she speaks. I look at him too, wondering where he’s going with this. 

”Visible above the waistline – very visible; very particular brand,” He says, leaning toward the Petri dishes. He pulls out a slip of paper, then says: 

“That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish her…and I’d say you’d better break it off now and save yourself the pain.” Damn. At least he’s thorough. Molly runs out of the room, and I turn to Sherlock. 

“Charming,” I say, rolling my eyes. Even though they’re blunt, I think it’s amazing how he is able to make his deductions. But, people get hurt sometimes. He looks over his shoulder at me. 

“Isn’t it kinder to save her the time?” He asks, and I shake my head. He shrugs and looks over to John. He points to the shoes, the actual case itself. 

“Off you go,” he says to John. The man looks surprised, but picks up the shoes to attempt to get as much information as possible. Sherlock gets up, walks over, and sits down next to me. 

“I still don’t quite understand how you manage to walk so well on that leg,” he says. His voice is slow, as if he’s trying not to offend me. Strange, I think, with others he wouldn’t care. I look over at him and shrug. 

“I’ve gotten used to it,” I say as I place my hand on the prosthetic. As I do, my mind goes back to the accident. Riding in the taxi, when another car runs into the side. My leg pinned, people trying to get me out, but I couldn’t. The pain, the excruciating pain all in my leg. When people finally got me out and got me to the hospital, only to be told I’d have to lose my leg. The grief that followed. 

A hand on my shoulder brings me back to reality. I look to see Sherlock looking at me. Maybe I’m imagining it, but I swear I saw concern all over his face. As I start to say something, the door opens. In walks Lestrade and the rest of the team, including the irritating Anderson. 

“Find anything?” Lestrade asks. He looks at John, but we all know the question is for any of us. Sherlock jumps up and walks to John. 

“Tell me what you’ve found, doctor,” Sherlock says. John starts rattling off different things to do with the shoes. I get up to go look at the Petri dish still under the microscope’s eye. As I walk over, I can feel eyes on me. People always look at me strangely, due to the way I walk, so it doesn’t faze me much. I sit down at the microscope and look into it, only for someone pull on my wrist. I look over, annoyed at being drawn away from the case, and see Anderson.

Stupid prick. I roll my eyes and pull my arm out of his grasp. When I head for the microscope, he pulls it away from me. Reaching to grab it, I step off of the stool. Thanks to my prosthetic, however, I lose my balance and have to grab onto the counter to stay upright. He smirks at me, then gets up in my face.

 “You’re pathetic, Y/N,” he sneers, “and a freak. You can’t do anything on your own. You think you’re smart but you’re as smart as a rock. Why don’t you do us a favor and hobble out of here, and let the professionals handle this?” I sit there, shocked into silence. The words cut through me like razors, and I fight back tears. 

Then, I hear a calm, but deadly voice. 

“John, take Y/N out please,” Sherlock says. “Everyone else out, except for Anderson.” I see Lestrade start to protest, but after seeing the look in his eyes, stays quiet. John walks over to me, and offers his arm. I accept, and he doesn’t complain when I put a lot of weight on him. He knows what Anderson said, and he understands that it hurt. Once we get out, I head to a bench. I sit down and put my face in my hands. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Then, I jump as I feel an arm around me. 

“Sorry,” John moves his arm. I shake my head. 

“It’s okay, just wasn’t expecting it,” I respond, “some comfort would be nice at the moment, actually.” He puts his arm back around me, and I lean in. Then, the yelling starts. 


I stare in disbelief at John. His eyes are wide, and he stands up. I realize then that my face has gotten hot. I stand up, being careful this time as to not lose my footing. Lestrade comes over to me, and places a hand on my back to guide me to the door of the room. He leans down towards my ear. 

“Just so you know, this means Sherlock likes you,” he whispers. I look at him, not knowing what to say. He sighs, then whispers: “That means you should ask him to dinner, then.” 

I open my mouth but once again say nothing, being met with a smirk by John. He knew this entire time, I think. We walk back into the morgue to see Anderson on the floor, unconscious. There’s blood on his face, from being hit by Sherlock. I look over at where he is sitting. I see something different in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before. John goes to him and whispers something to Sherlock. After, he motions for everyone to leave. As I start to walk out, John puts his hand on my shoulder. 

“Not you,” he says, smiling softly. He leaves, and I turn back to Sherlock. He looks back at me, then at his hands. They’re covered in blood. I walk to a sink in the corner of the morgue, and wet a cloth. Sitting down next to him, I put the cloth over his knuckles and hold it. He looks at me. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly. I smile a little. 

“No, thank you, Sherlock,” I reply, “for defending me. You didn’t have to.” 

“That pig deserved every bit of it,” he responds quickly. “Besides, you should never have to hear all of those lies.” I feel my face heat up again. 

“Lestrade said I should buy you dinner to thank you,” I proceed cautiously.

“That would be lovely,” he says. I look at him to say something else, then notice that I’m only a few inches away from his face. Sherlock sees it the same time I do, and I know he can tell what I’m thinking. Yet, I’m still surprised when he leans in. I close my eyes, and our lips meet. The kiss is light, as if he’s afraid he will scare me off. Yet, there’s so much there, the sense that he deeply cares for me, but in a different form than how he cares for John. 

When we pull away, we sit there for a moment. Then, Sherlock starts to smile, and I start to laugh a little. He takes the cloth and throws it across the room. Instead of an arm, he offers his hand to me. I take it, and we walk over Anderson and out of the room. As we step out of the building, all I can think is, I can’t believe I just kissed Sherlock in a morgue, and my leg didn’t get in the way.

The Lady in Red (1/?)

Title: The Lady in Red (1/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader

Words: ~1470

Warnings: Possible abuse, starvation, loss of memory due to traumatic events, fluff (for later)

Steve grunted as he jumped over the high fence and landed silently on the base side. Infiltrating a HYDRA base was mostly never dull, but this one seemed completely abandoned. He carefully made his way towards the main hanger doors.

“See anything, Cap?” Nat asked in his ear.

“Nothing yet. No guards, no alarms, no sign of anyone really.” Steve responded.

“Well, keep looking, we need those files and this is the last known location.”

“Yep, will do.” Steve carefully entered the building and began making his way to the file room they had already located on the leaked base plans. Turning down corridor after corridor, he found a completely empty file room. Drawers were pulled out and through haphazardly around the room, not a single paper to be found.

“Dead end, Nat. Everyone is gone already.”

“Well damn. Head on back then, I’m going to prep the jet. Sam’s waiting for us at the compound, said something about a bar where he found this girl.”

Steve laughed, “He’s always talking about a bar where he found a girl. I’m going to take another quick look around. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”

“Copy that, Cap.”

Steve took his time walking back through the base, still cautious in case someone was left. He made it all the way back to the large hanger when he started to feel like someone was watching him. He turned and saw no one but couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that he wasn’t alone.

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Troublesome (I)

Word Count: 6.5k

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Pairing: NamjoonxReader TaehyungxReader

“Y/N,” he started, “I’m not sure what you expected. I can assure you that it’s not going to get better than this. You won’t find someone better than me, that’s for sure. I’m not even sure you deserve better.”

Originally posted by pangguk


You stepped out of the shower and slipped on your favorite bathrobe. You made your way downstairs. You entered the kitchen and stared for a moment at the wine cabinet. You knew that you shouldn’t drink during night hours, but you needed just a little to take the edge off. Just a little bit to forget about Taehyung for a moment.

You stared at the wine glass sitting on your kitchen counter, recalling the words Taehyung said to you about a few months ago. It left a swift pang in your chest. You rose the glass to your lips and took a long sip. A long sigh drew out from your chest. You rubbed your temples in small circular motions. You felt a chill crawl up your naked body, so you tightened your robe.

It was a quarter past 1 AM, and you knew you should be getting rest. But instead, you were up, wandering your large condo at night with the wine glass in your hand, thinking. You told yourself there would be no more late night drinking after you landed that office job, but here you were, breaking your promise. You had a tendency of doing that. Your current boyfriend, Namjoon, never hesitated on reminding you of that fact.

Even though he tended to nag you about little things, you were very thankful that he put up with you. You never thought you would end up with someone like him. You didn’t feel deserving of such a good man.  He was a very caring, and thoughtful. He always put your feelings first; always considerate of how you would feel. He was everything you ever wanted. A best friend, a lover, a caretaker, even therapist at times. You knew that he was the man that your parents would want to see you with. You knew that he was the man that would be the type to have a steady relationship with. You knew that he was the man that you should marry, yet the only thing on your mind was Taehyung.

“Fuck.” you muttered to yourself as you heard the lock to the front door being turned You hurriedly poured the remaining wine down your throat and placed the bottle back into the cabinet.

If Namjoon saw you drinking at this hour, you would surely get an earful. He’d bombard you with questions; most of which you still didn’t fully have the answer to. You still hadn’t had the heart to tell him anything about Taehyung or your encounter with him a few weeks ago. You promised yourself you would tell him when you’re ready, but ready hadn’t found you yet. The most he knows about him is that you were a broken mess after Taehyung and you parted ways. From that, Namjoon pieced you back together, and made you believe in love again. Tightening your robe you turned in the direction of the door, preparing to greet your boyfriend.

As if on cue, he walked in with slow strides. His face sulking, but lighting up once he saw you. He tossed his keys on the end table near the door and kicked his shoes off. Tired was written all over him. The slight bags under his eyes gave him away. He worked hard to provide for you and himself and you couldn’t thank him enough. He smiled with a closed mouth at you. He hung his jacket on the rack and set his bag near the door. He let out a long sigh.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked you, as he made his way over to embrace you.

“Just looking around for something to snack on before heading back upstairs. How was the night at the firm?”

“Long and uneventful. I can’t even count how many paper cuts I’ve gotten from signing and filing those damned forms.” He chucked.

He placed his hands around your waist and was inches from your face. His gaze looking down at you drove you to think slightly naughty thoughts. That was something Namjoon could always do that you could never wrap your head around. With a certain look, he could have you smiling, laughing, nervous, or ready to get to business.

“Ahh, is that so? Just a snack?”, he said as he planted a kiss on your lips.

You nodded cheerfully.

“If that’s what you’re really up to, how come I taste that merlot that I heard you put back in the cabinet on your lips?” He said with a smirk.

You clicked your tongue and chuckled.

“Oh, Joon. You never miss a thing, do you?” you said playfully. Your lips stretched into a full smile as you two rocked side to side.

“Not a thing.” he kissed your neck. “I know you all too well, Y/N.”

He took your hand into his and danced with you in silence. You found this to be oddly calming. You hadn’t realized how nervous you were until he calmed you with his romance. He led you in his steps as you two slowly twirled around the kitchen. You placed your head on his shoulder.

“You’re troubled. You know you can talk to me, Y/N. I will just listen. I won’t voice my opinion this time.”

“Why is he so good to me?”, you thought to yourself. “I don’t deserve a man this good.”

“What makes you think that I’m troubled?”

“Your heart is slowing down, meaning that you’re calming down from something. What’s making you nervous, darling?”

He pulled away from you slowly and looked at your face. You glanced up and him and kissed his lips, slowly and steadily.  He placed his hands on your neck, and deepened the kiss. You were glad this is one thing that he couldn’t analyze. You changing the subject by kissing him or engaging in sexual activity was something that he never quite caught onto.

You moaned into the kiss purposefully. You felt his breath shudder slightly, and his movements getting a bit more hasty. You took that opportunity to run your fingers down his chest and abdomen through his shirt. He broke the kiss.

“Y/N,” he whispered.

“Yes?”, you cooed while biting his earlobe softly. You know that drives him wild.

His deep grunt at your contact caused a chill to run down your spine.

“You need to tell me-” you cut him off due to the palm of your hand rubbing against the growing erection through his trousers. “…you-, fuck. I just want, I want-” you applied more pressure,

You giggled at the fact that your actions were causing him to be incapable of completing a coherent thought.

“This is not funny, Y/N.” he said. You bit your lower lip and looked him in his eyes lustfully. You knew you didn’t have to do much for him to take you right then and there, but you wanted to tease him a bit more. He placed his head in his hands and shook his head,

“What are you talkin’ about, baby?” You said as you cornered him slowly into the kitchen counter. His butt pressed against the edge of it as you rubbed his now hard member in circular motions through his pants.

He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, nodding his head vigorously.

“Okay, okay. Alright.” he said as he pushed you hand away.

“Uh-uh” You teased as you gripped him through his pants swiftly.

“Shit.” he moaned

You leaned in closely to his ear and wrapped both arms around his neck. You softly whispered all the naughty things you wanted him to do to you into his ear. Unable to take your teasing any longer, he gripped your forearm.

“Babygirl, you know how I feel about teasing.”

You had him now. Anything he was thinking bout before had been thrown out the window. His main focus was you.

“Do I?”

He nodded.

“Yes. Yes you do, and right now you’re being a naughty girl.”

“So what are you going to do about it, Daddy?”

He inhaled sharply and pushed you against the refrigerator with one swift motion. You pushed him over the edge and now you were paying for it. Namjoon told you about this kink early on, and you always used it to your advantage to get out of a tough situation. At first, you found it comical, and didn’t realize that he was serious. It wasn’t until he was calling you “babygirl”, and “princess” that you realized you shared the kink too. It was sort of a sexual awakening for you.

Namjoon was only the second man that you’d been with and you found the sex that you two had more than exciting. He knew your body, and that was something that turned you on and scared you at the same time. He knew what spots drove you wild, what names to call you, what positions you needed to be in at a specific moment. He could make you cum in less than two minutes if he had the mind to.

Your breath hitched when he rose your right leg up and stepped closer to you. Your back pressed against the refrigerator as his strong hand gripped your chin gently. The cool air meeting your heat as your robe loosened from him wrapping your leg around him.

“Why did you tease Daddy like that?” he asked sternly. His left hand slowly trailed down your abdomen to your wetness. He rubbed your clit in small circular motions.

“I…jus- I n-, fuck.” now it was you unable to complete a coherent thought.

“Hmmm? Answer me, baby.” he said as he kissed your neck. He planted more kisses along your clavicle, and bit your skin lightly.

Moans escaped your lips, and you drew a loud gasp when you felt one if his slender digits slip into you.

“I-I….I don’t know, Daddy.”

“Tsk, that won’t do babygirl.” he said in a low voice.

You could feel the one knee that you were standing on buckle. He caught you and chuckled.

“You’re getting weak on me?” he asked teasingly.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you jumped up and wrapped your other leg around him, forcing him to hold you up. He wrapped his hands around your ass as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him and bit his lower lip as he carried you up the stairs to the bedroom. He smacked your ass hard, causing you to squeal.

Once he entered your bedroom, he threw you down on the bed. You giggled and bit your lip as you bounced a little on it. The look he gave you caused you to moisten even more. You carefully inspected him with your eyes.

He was tall, lean and slightly muscular. Definitely a more athletic build. He looked too good in his suit. The black slacks, suit jacket and dark blue accents on his button down shirt drove you wild. His black suit jacket with shawl lapels framed his slender neck. His jawline, sharp and defined. His lips, full and slightly reddened due to your mouths locking so fiercely. His eyes were smoldering, and full of lust. His bright blonde hair styled up into a quiff. He ran his fingers through his hair and parted his lips with his tongue.

“Take your robe off.”

You did as instructed. He loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his upper body. You studied it. From the moles on his neck to the few scattered across his abdomen. You studied his abs. They weren’t very defined, but they were still there.

You smiled to yourself as you noticed the Calvin Klein band hugging his hips. Something about this image was so sexy to you. A shirtless Joon, wearing black slacks, a black belt and a Calvin Klein brief band showing itself to you. His v-line looked very prominent. You wanted to get up and take him right there, but you restrained yourself; as you knew you would be punished for doing that.

“Lie back.”

He walks close to you as you lie on your back. You watch attentively as he drops down to his knees and spreads your legs open. He glares up at you as his face inches closer to your heat.

“You, you don’t have to do that..” you say shakily

“Hush, princess. Let Daddy take care of you.” he says as he presses his tongue flatly against your core.

Your back arches on instinct. A soft moan comes from you when he swirls his tongue around your clit.

“Fuckkk.” you mutter.

You gasp as he slips a finger inside. It’s been a long time since he’s done this, and it was driving you off the edge. He slipped another finger inside and skillfully sucked on your clit. You felt your thighs tremble. Sounds of you moaning and the wet sounds of him pleasuring your core filled the room. He pulled away from you with a sucking sound.

“You taste so fucking good, princess.” he cooed, slipping his finger into your mouth.

You suck his finger and look at him. The eye contact sends chills down his spine. His cock is swollen, but he wants to please you first. It’s almost unbearable. Namjoon lowers his head in between your legs again. This time he is relentless. Your back arches and your hips begin to buck and swivel. With strong hands, Namjoon holds your hips in place. You squirm and tremble, moaning his name as he laps up your essence.

“FUCKKK! DADDY! I’M GOING TO CUM!” you exclaim.

Namjoon slips two fingers inside as you grip his blonde locks and feel your stomach tighten. Your walls clench around his slender digits as he pushes them in and out of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your moans get louder. Namjoon slows the pace of his hand and grips your thigh. The movements of his tongue drag along your folds as you come down from your climax. You feel your body twitching.

“How was that, baby?” he asks you before standing and sucking on his fingers. You sit up and smirk.

Without a word, you stand and push him onto the bed. He appears slightly shocked by your sudden dominance. He raises a brow as he sits up on his elbows and takes in your naked body as you stand in front of him.

“Let me take care of you now, Daddy.” you proposed.

With a slight nod, he obliged, and let you unbuckle his belt and pants. You pulled them down to his ankles, leaving him in just his briefs. You were slightly startled by how hard he was. His bulge was begging to be released from his cotton restraints.  He sat up and touched your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?”

You nodded.

“Good, now let Daddy feel that pretty little whore mouth of yours.”

You loved when he talked to you like this. You weren’t quite sure why, but it caused shivers to jolt throughout your body. It sent tingles down your core and caused your knees to slightly give in.  

While dropping to your knees, you maintained eye contact with your boyfriend. He bit his lower lip as you dragged your palm over his swollen pole. You rubbed little circles through his briefs and smirked. He hung his head backward and let out a low grunt.

“Are you teasin’ Daddy?”

“No, Daddy.” you replied as you placed a kiss on his thigh, and another on his swollen dick. You let out a long breath on it. He moaned out.

“I think you are, babygirl.” he moaned

“Hmmm?” you cooed innocently.

You reached for his elastic band and tugged downward, signaling him to help you take his underwear off. Now free from his fibrous undergarments, he sat up and took your face into his hands, kissing you deeply before pushing your head down on his twitching cock. His member tickled the back of your throat as groaned.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good baby.” he grabbed a fist full of your hair.

You curled your lips around his tip and swiped your tongue across his frenulum, causing him to let out a loud groan. You felt your core moisten at the sound of him gaining pleasure from just your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down on him as he clenched his teeth. You looked up at him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Keep looking at me. Yeah, just like that, kitten.”

You maintained eye contact with him. He furrowed his brows and bit hard on his lip. You gripped the base of his shaft and jerked him while sucking on his tip.

“You like this, Daddy? You like when I suck on your big ha-”

“Get over here.” he said as he grabbed you by your shoulders and threw you face down on the bed.

This is what you needed. To be fucked hard. You wanted him to fuck Taehyung out of your brain. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you forgot your own name.

He positioned you so that your ass was in the air and your face was down in the pillows. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt a familiar sting on your bottom. Another sting on your left ass cheek.  You arched your back further as you felt him position himself in front of your entrance.

He teased your hole, rubbing his length along your folds a few times before pushing it in slowly. He grunted.

“Uhnnnhh,” you moaned into the sheets as you felt the stretch.

Fuck, Y/N. Your pretty little cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

Namjoon squeezed your ass before he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you down onto his cock. He placed his hand around your throat and squeezed firmly while biting you left earlobe. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning. He took his other hand and stuck two fingers in your mouth while fucking your wet core from behind.

“You’re such a pretty little slut, aren’t you? Suck on my fingers for me, kitten.”

You did as you were told, and sucked his fingers. His grunts ringing in your ears, sending you that much closer to a climax. The seize on your throat getting tighter. He removed his fingers from your mouth and flipped you on your back. He spread your legs open roughly and looked at your body before grabbing your breasts. You whined slightly. Namjoon smirked and licked the palm of his hand and slapped your aching core. Your back arched in response. He took that moment to spread your legs as far as the could go, sliding back inside of you.

This was one of your favorite positions. The feeling of him on top of you, the eye contact, seeing his body, being able to see him plunge himself in and out of you, all of it. You loved the tingling feeling that it caused you to have.

He bent down and sucked on your neck. He knows how much that turns you on. It was one of your “spots”, as he liked to call it. He played with your nipples while pumping in and out of you slowly. You took tufts of his hair into you left fist while your other hand ran itself across his back.

“Faster, Daddy.” you whimpered while your legs wrapped around his lower half without you completely realizing it.

He sped up, per your request. You tugged his hair hard, causing his neck to jerk back, and his adam’s apple became much more visible. The sight alone caused you to moan sharply.

“I fucking love you, Daddy. You feel…you feel so good inside of me.” you grunted through clenched teeth.

F-fuuuuuhhhhh, you’re going to make me cum talking like that, princess.”

“Harder, please. Oh fuck, yes!” you felt your nails digging into his back as he pounded your walls. You felt them clench around his length a little tighter with each thrust. “Yes, Daddy. Oh my God, I’m going to fucking cum all over your fucking cock. Uhhhhhhh! Just like that, keep going.”

“You like when I pound you don’t you? Daddy loves your tight little pretty pussy.” he was now drilling you. His speed caused the headboard to shake and the bed was now creaking.

You felt your stomach convulse and tighten as your back arched deep. You screamed his name as you came. The sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you rang in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“I’m almost there, baby,” he moaned. “Where should I cum?”

“Inside, deep inside. I want you to fill me up to the brim. Can you fill my pussy up, Daddy?”

He pumped harder, causing your legs to tremble. He rose up from you slightly so he could see himself fucking your hole. He pushed deep inside with long strokes as he got closer to cumming. He rubbed your clit in circles while he fucked you even harder. Your hips bucked and swiveled as you felt your walls clench tighter.

“Fuck, princess, I’m cumming.” he grunted.

“Hurry… I-I-I’m not… I’m not sure I can, I’m not sure I can’t-take it much l-l-longer.” you stammered. It’d been awhile since you were fucked to the point of struggling to complete your sentences.

His strokes got faster again, and you began stuttering nonsensical sounds.

“I’m cumming, babe! Fuuuuuuckkkk!” he muttered through clenched teeth. You felt his dick twitch inside before you felt the warmth of his seed spill inside of you. You were still a stuttering moaning mess as you felt him pump one last time deeply into you before pulling out.

“Fuck, Y/N. We haven’t fucked like that in a while.” He said breathily.

You couldn’t even think about speaking yet. You had to collect yourself, and let your body calm down. You were still shaking and twitching. It was arguably the best sex you’ve ever had. Your heart was beating in your ears. Lying there with your eyes shut closed and your hand on your stomach, you shifted your position to lie on your side. The cool air hit your back, and you realized how much you were sweating. You opened your eyes finally and rested your head on your hand to see a panting Namjoon lying next to you.

You may have to call off work in the morning, and that thought alone amused you.

“Yes, Mr. Park? I’m afraid I won’t be able to come into work today due to the fact that my boyfriend, Namjoon, fucked my brains out at 2 AM. Yeah, my pussy and legs are just way too sore. Sorry for the inconvenience that he and I may have caused you.” You chuckled at the thought of really saying that to your boss. He was a very light-hearted and uplifting spirit to be around and had a sort of innocence about him. He seemed like the type to blush at the certain words. You could already see the embarrassment form in his face if you would ever dare to say something like that to him.

You looked at your boyfriend. He was still breathing a bit heavily. His bright blonde hair sticking to his forehead, and his skin moistened. He was beautiful. Handsome at all times, especially after mind-blowing sex. You were attracted to him beyond belief. He looked over at you.

“Why are you staring, baby?” he teased. “See somethin’ you like?”

You playfully punched his shoulder.

“Yeah. I see my lovely boyfriend.” you pecked his cheek, “Thank you for that.”

“No, thank you!” he said as he rose up, and headed to the bathroom.

You heard the faucet being turned and the sound of water being released as you laid on your back once more and stared at the ceiling. You smiled to yourself wondering how you got so lucky to be in bed with such a wonderful man. Was this really your life? Did you really just get fucked so hard that you couldn’t speak? Was this king sized bed really yours to share with Namjoon? Did you really deserve all of this? The nice car, the stable job, the nice and spacious apartment? Was this really what you deserved? Especially considering who you used to be and all the bad things you’ve done? Your eyelids began to feel heavier, but you didn’t want to fall asleep until you felt his arms around your body, holding you. Namjoon could make you feel a lot of things. Angry, annoyed, jealous, loved, appreciated, special, etc., but above all of that, be made you feel safe, and that’s not something you thought you could ever feel.

You decided to keep yourself a bit occupied so that you wouldn’t fall asleep just yet.

Glancing over at your phone charging on the nightstand, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to play a few games of Fun Run while you waited for Namjoon to get out of the shower. You pressed the power button, but it didn’t come on. Unplugging it from the charger, you held the power button down and watched eagerly as the screen lit up. A few seconds of start-up occurred before you were able to use your device. You unlocked your phone to navigate your home screen, 39 unread messages and 18 missed calls caught your attention. “The fuck?”, you muttered to yourself. Your brows furrowed as you inched the screen closer to your face. A number you hadn’t recognized had been texting and calling you since 2 AM, but only 10 of those messages were from that number. You received a few missed messages from your best friend, a few from your mobile carrier letting you know your next payment is due Wednesday, and more from people you’d been leaving on delivered for days. It’s not that you minded talking to them, it’s just that you were not really a texting type of person.

There was another one that you received from Namjoon, letting you know that he would be home soon.

You glanced at the upper right corner of the screen. The time read 4:21 AM. You came to the realization that you hadn’t been asleep since you got home at 6, and you had work at 10 AM on Saturdays. You definitely were going to call in today. Not just because you already knew you’d be sore, but because Namjoon was off, and you wanted to spend more time with him. That was the one thing the two of you had been missing lately. You both were getting busier and busier. He usually got off around 1 AM, sometimes as late as 3 AM, and you’d be fast asleep, catching Z’s when he came home. Normally, he would turn on Netflix and fall asleep next to you after eating, before you had to get up for work. When you came back home, he would be on his way to the office. You were growing sick of constantly kissing him hi, and then goodbye at the same time.

You ran your fingers across your forehead and scratched slightly. You deleted the notifications of the missed calls, but decided to read the messages.

You have 10 new messages.

Unsaved Number (10):

Hey, Y/N. Just seeing if ur up. Idk, it’d be great if we can talk… [2:23 AM]

If u don’t want to talk you can let me know that. You don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. I’m not like how I was before. I am a changed man XD [2:24 AM]

I know that I’m probably the last person u wanna talk to, but I just want to get some closure. For the both of us. Well I mean if u still need it, that is. Ik that I do. [2:30 AM]

Well ur prolly asleep rn. I called bout 3 times …  But I guess I can call back later.

Y/N? [3:12 AM]

Y/N, it’s kinda important. [3:12 AM]

Can u pls call me back? I really need to talk to you. [3:14 AM]

Y/N, I called u like 13 times. Can you please wake up?? Please. [3:15 AM]

Ik that its late night rn, but pls, I need you. [3:32 AM]

I guess I’m going to just keep calling u til u answer the phone :( [3:39 AM]

Y/N, please. Idk what else to do. When you get this, pls respond. I’m in a better place than I was b4. I’m sorry for acting all crazy on u earlier. I just really need to talk to u about a lot of stuff. [4:09 AM]

Just as you were finishing catching up on the messages, the interface you were looking at changed into the call screen. The number was calling you again. Should you answer it? You weren’t even entirely sure who it was, but you had a pretty good idea. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you tapped answer before pressing the device to your ear. You stared at the ceiling as you felt your chest pang like it did before. The voice on the other end was shaky.

“He-Hello? Y/N?” a deep voice stammered. You recognized that voice. You didn’t think that he would actually call you. You left your number on the napkin in the diner months ago. Why is he calling now? And better yet, why was he still on your mind after months?

“Yes?” you questioned knowingly.

“Thank God! I’ve been trying to reach you for hours. I’m so so so so sorry for blowing your shit up like that, but it’s important.”

“Who… who is this?” you asked. You knew very well who it was, but you wanted to make sure.

“Really? You don’t recognize my voice?” he sounded hurt. You weren’t used to him showing emotion at all. What did he want? Why was he contacting you now? You gripped a fistful of sheets and clenched your teeth. You weren’t sure why you were feeling this anger.

“What do you want?” you spat out. You didn’t intend for your voice to  sound so stern, but it was hard not to sound cold when you were talking through your teeth. You realized your tone and unclenched your jaw.

“Can’t really discuss this over the phone…”, he took a pause before he gulped. Was he nervous? “C-Can you meet me somewhere? Like right now?” he asked.

“Uh. I need a lot more information before I leave anywhere to meet you.”

“Please… I really…”, he sighed, “I just really need you right now. I… I don’t know what else to do.” his voice sounded shaky, like he was holding back tears. Your thoughts were confirmed when you heard light sniffles.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Kim Taehyung, Mr. No-Emotion, was here, calling you at 4 AM showing emotion.

“Tae? Are you… are you crying?”

He grunted and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” he chuckled lightly.

“What’s going on with you? The last time you asked me to meet was like 6, 7 months ago, and you said you wanted to ‘catch up’. How do you catch up after breaking someone like that? I thought I couldn’t be broken anymore than I already was after you left, but what else could I expect? You’re Kim fucking Taehyung. Of course you would break me even more. Seeing your damn face for the first time in almost two years almost caused me to have a panic attack. I was just reminded of all that you did to me. And even during the last time we met, you didn’t even apologize. You were somehow even colder than before.” you snapped.

There was a tension. You could feel yourself breathing hard. Taehyung was just silent. He took a deep breath and spoke.

“You’re absolutely right. I was a shitty person. And I don’t even know why you left your number on that napkin that night. I obviously didn’t deserve your time. And I damn sure didn’t deserve to you.” he took a pause. “Y/N, there was a lot going on at that point. I didn’t mean to be rude to you, or to seem cold. It’s just, I realized that it wasn’t safe where we were. He was watching me! I had to act colder. He wanted to see if I still cared about you. I had to hide it. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of the shit I got caught up in.”

Your eyes widened.

“The fuck are you talking about, Taehyung? Who was watching?”

“It doesn’t matter now, I killed him.”

Your blood felt like ice rushing through your veins. Your breath drew sharply.

“…T-T-..Tae-” you weakly stammered.

“Y/N, I know, I know. I did what had to be done. I don’t want you to think…I don’t want- FUCK!” You could hear his voice starting to shake again. “I….fuck, Y/N. I don’t want you to think that I’m just some…some ruthless killer. That’s not me. He was going to… he was going to hurt you. I tried to get out, I really did. But he didn’t give me an easy way out. He told me to meet you to prove I didn’t care about you, to prove that you weren’t the reason I wasn’t losing focus.”

The words he told you didn’t make sense. They sounded like gibberish. All you could process was the fact that he’d just told you that he had killed someone.

“Y/N? A-are you still there?”


“I just. I’m so sorry. I was losing focus because of you. I wasn’t making deals. I was losing count of the money. I was fucking his business up. And he knew it was because of you. He knew that it was because you were the only thing I could think about. He knew that it was because I couldn’t fucking forgive myself for leaving you how I did. I was scared, and instead of thinking about you, I thought only about myself. I can’t ever stop thinking about that night.”

“Are you talking….are you talking about the alley?”


You felt your chest start to burn. Tears welled in your eyes. Why should you believe anything that he’s telling you right now? What has he ever done to make you believe him anyway?

“You killed someone? When? Why? How!?” you had so many questions

“Y/N, it’s really not anything I can tell you in proper detail over the phone. I need to meet with you. Forreal this time.”

“I-I don’t know. I think you should probably just leave me alone.”

“Y/N, please. Just give me an hour to explain everything.”

“Tae, I don’t think you understand. I’m happy now. I’m living with Namjoon, we’ve got plans of marriage. We’ve got plans of a child. Plans of a stable future. I’m doing really well now. I’ve finally gotten my life figured out. And here you come, trying to ruin it all.” you said as you felt the warm tears fall freely from your eyes.

“You’re getting married?” he asked shakily.

“Sooner or later. We’ve not really hammered out all the details, but he and I have been together almost two years now.” you didn’t know why Namjoon was any of TaeHyung’s business. You maybe wanted to boast a little, to hurt him for hurting you.

“Well, I’m happy for you, Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth. There was a few seconds of awkward silence that seemed to last hours.

“Thanks, Tae.” you said sadly.

Why did that make you sad? Why did it feel like a piece of you had just died. Maybe you were finally cutting Taehyung out of your life for good. Maybe this was a good thing. If it was, why did it feel so strange to do? Why was it so eerily painful?

“No, really, Y/N. I’m so fucking happy for you. Honestly.”

“Tae, please.”

“No, Y/N. You deserve it. I do ruin your life. You don’t owe me anything. You don’t even owe me a chance to explain anything. I’m sorry for bothering you. I really am. Goodnight.”

“Tae wai-” you were cut off by the line clicking.

You stared at your screen. Part of you wanted to call back. Your thumb hovered over the re-dial button for a split second before you heard Namjoon cut the faucet off. You powered your device down quickly and sighed deeply. You wiped your tear-stained face off, and walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. You pulled out a pair of Namjoon’s boxers and slipped them over your bottom half. You pulled open the second drawer below the first one and got one of his t-shirts to put on. Closing both drawers, you sighed.

You felt just as bad as you did when TaeHyung left you in that alley. You didn’t want to think about it.

Namjoon entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his lower half. And another drying his hair.

“You’re not going to hop in?” he asked.

You shook your head and sighed.

“Way too tired. Time for sleep.”

“I love when you just speak in fragments when you’re tired. It’s so cute.” he chuckled as he walked over to the dresser to get suited in the same outfit as you.

You waved him off and practically crawled over to your bed and got under the silk sheets.

“Wait a minute… I’m missing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.” He said as he looked in the drawers.

You began to giggle.

“Sorry, baby.” you said, “hurry, and get in bed with meeeee!” you whined.

“Alright, alright. Hang on a moment.” he said as he hurriedly threw on his clothes.

He crawled into the bed on the opposite side in order to be the big spoon. His arm wrapped around your waist. You could feel his chest being pressed against your back and his chin resting against your head. This is where you felt most safe. Your legs intertwined with his. He kissed your left ear lobe.

“Goodnight, Jagiya.” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Joon.” you whispered back before locking your hand in his and kissing it.

You Abandoned Me-Part Two (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Now that Steve has left (Y/N) to help Bucky she doesn’t know who her friends are anymore. Tony tries to console her but is dealing with similar problems of his own.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader (platonic)

Meaning: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Sad Tony (cause let’s face it, his emotions and feelings are usually put to the side)

It seemed odd to be repeating the same actions as Steve had just done before he stormed out on me. Packing a bag of my things like he did made it seem like I too was walking out of this relationship. Stepping into the bathroom, I flicked the light on almost giving myself a heart attack when I faced my reflection. Makeup was in the wrong places, my eyes were puffy and bloodshot, not to mention the bright, red cheeks from rubbing my tears away. Ignoring my face for now, I gathered up my toiletries, trying to not look at anything that was his.

I knew that I wasn’t leaving the flat for good, I loved that place more than words could express. Steve was my first serious boyfriend, the others hadn’t got this far with me. We dated for two years before deciding to live together. I grew up in England so I knew nothing about America’s geography. Steve suggested somewhere in Brooklyn where he grew up. I would have lived in a cardboard box as long as I was with him. It was a big step for us but an exciting one. Now everywhere I looked just reminded me of Steve.

Sighing, I picked up my bag before closing and locking the door. My feet slowly carried me down the steps and into the garage for the block of flats. Nothing was really registering in my mind, the whole car journey only seemed like a couple of minutes when really it must have been at least half an hour. The ever so familiar tower came into view, outshining all buildings surrounding it. Parking my car inside, I took a deep breath before getting out.

The tower was like another home me for me. Steve had introduced me to the others at one of Tony’s famous parties. Luckily for me I got along with everyone and was soon being invited back, and not just for parties. Steve and I would sometimes stay here or I would by myself when he was away on missions. The Avengers had become my family, now I was hoping that whoever was left here would welcome me back.

“Welcome back Miss (Y/L/N).” the oh so missed robotic voice of FRIDAY announced as I stepped into the lift.

“Thank you FRIDAY, it has been a while.”

“I have informed Mr Stark of your arrival and shall take you to him now.”

The lift took me to the floor where Tony’s lab was situated. I hesitated at the glass doors, watching as he typed something into his tablet. With Bruce gone after the battle with Ultron, Tony had no lab partner, he would spend days up there alone, buried in his research. I tried to get him to come out but some days he would not budge. Tapping on the glass gently I saw Tony’s head whip round before smiling and entering the code to let me in. As soon as I stepped in he was hugging me. He too looked beaten up, even more than Steve was.

“I am so sorry for what he did to you.” he mumbled, squeezing me right.

Surprisingly, Tony and I had gotten very close. Neither of us could put our fingers on it, we didn’t have much in common. Perhaps it all started when Tony wanted another party and when no one agreed I was the only one who wanted one too. Besides that, I could see that he was broken. He too had been through a lot though it wasn’t a competition. I tried to help him when no one would comfort him or just listen to him baffle. When Steve was away on a mission, I would sit in the lab with Tony if he too was at the tower; he would sometimes explain his new inventions even if I didn’t understand, talk to each other or sit in comfortable silence as I read a book.

I forced myself not to cry.“I just can’t believe what’s happened this week. I don’t even know the full story.”

“It’s a very long one.” he pulled away, leaning on a desk.

“I know it has a lot to do with those damn records.”

“Those stupid pieces of paper broke apart what was supposed to be a super team. And I know you weren’t sure of them either.”

“Well I had no say in it. It was all of your decisions. But I knew they were trouble.”

He changed the topic slightly.“So capsicle didn’t tell you anything?”

“He was there one minute then gone the next. I couldn’t get anything out of him.”

He ran a hand over his face.“Long story short, we disagreed over the Sokovia records, I wanted to sign them whereas he didn’t and it all went downhill from there. Wider soldier shows up, Steve hides him away from the government and we all fight.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Turns out he killed my parents.”

“Bucky killed your parents?”

“HYDRA took him out of the ice and sent him on a mission. Some nut job desperately wanted that mission report to get me and Bucky to fight. His family was killed back when we fought Ultron, something about wanting revenge.”

I was speechless. Despite the brief description it escalated quickly. I had no idea of how much actually went on, my friends fighting over some records instead of talking about it, plus the return of Steve’s best friend….I wanted to hate Bucky. Maybe if he hadn’t shown up this problem wouldn’t have gotten so big, maybe they could have resolved it. There was obvious jealousy as well, Steve had chosen a psycho murderer over his girlfriend. There was no telling when he would come back.

“Are you just going to leave me out of the story?” I heard another voice as the doors slid open.

“Rhodey! Oh my god, what happened?!” I exclaimed as he slowly walked in on crutches and leg braces.

“Accident during the fight. Got hit whilst in the suit, dropped right out of the sky.”

“How are you not dead?” I gasped as I hugged him.

“I’m sorry for being such a strong soldier.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I sadly smiled as I pulled away.

“But check out the new legs, designed by Mr Tony Stank himself.”


Tony groaned.“Don’t even ask.”

Tony took me to my room in the tower though I was hesitant to go in. Steve and I shared this, it still had some of our stuff in it. As I placed down my bag, my gaze went to the desk. There was a picture frame with my favourite picture of us in it; Steve had been away on a long mission and the team had no idea when he was coming back, when he finally did I was the first to run out to the landing bay and throw myself on him. Someone had captured the moment for us. It just showed our love for each other in one photo.

Slumping down on the edge of the bed, I took one more glance around the room before looking up at Tony. He was already looking at me with a stern look on his face.

“Are you sure you want to be in here?” He asked.

I sighed.“I’m not sure. This feels homely but at the same time it doesn’t.”

He walked up to me.“You know you can have a pick of any other room seeing as no one occupies them anymore.”

My heart twisted at his words.“I’m so sorry that they’re gone Tony. I know you were trying to keep everyone together.”

“I’m sorry too. They were your family as well as mine.”

He sat down next to me and we were in comfortable silence before I spoke out suddenly.

“I hate Bucky Barnes.”

He turned to face me, slowly nodding.

“Yeah, me too.”

“I know you have a bit more reason to, seeing as he…yeah, well, as soon as he arrived things turned to even more shit. Steve used to talk about him all the time and after he showed up a couple years ago, I was excited to meet him. Of course I couldn’t though, seeing as he was brainwashed and all. But from what Steve had said about him and how Bucky cared for him…urgh, this is just too much for me to handle.”

Tony’s arm went around my shoulders and I hugged him back.“There’s nothing we can do now.”

I started to cry again.“You should have heard how he spoke to me Tony. I’ve never seen him the angry, it was like he was annoyed with me. And now he’s gone and I don’t know when he’s coming back…if he’s coming back.”

Tony stayed quiet as he let me ramble.

“I want to hate Steve too but I can’t. And I think that’s hurting me the most. He can just easily walk away from it all with no seond thought whereas I’m left here a sobbing mess.”

We sat together on the bed, Tony’s hand rubbing soothing, circular motions on my back. I took a deep breath, sitting up straight as I wiped away the tears.

“I’m sorry Tony. I’m just a mess. Thank you for being such a great friend though. I don’t know what would have happened if I stayed cooped up in that apartment.”

“Any time. Thank you for listening to me too. Look, it’s still early in the evening, I’ll order us takeout and we’ll hang out.”

“Thanks.” I sniffled.


It had been a week since Steve left. Since then I had tried to continue as normal; going to work, seeing some friends (I didn’t dare tell them that Steve was gone) and helping Tony try to get back to his usual self, or at least close to that. I hadn’t been back to the flat either. Every time I thought about going I chickened out, it was too much to handle. Tony never asked about it either. That was something I was grateful for, Tony knew that I wouldn’t want to talk about it though I was starting to worry about him. He was becoming more reclusive, staying up in his lab all day. That was until he joined me for breakfast.

“This came for you today.” he handed me an envelope before walking over to the coffee machine.

My name was scribbled on the front and I could recognise the handwriting anywhere. My hands started to tremble as I kept on staring at it. I could feel Tony’s presence and I knew he was waiting. Slowly I opened it up, sliding out the letter hidden inside:

To my best girl,

My actions from the last time we saw each other were out of order. I never thought that I would be that way towards you but I was, I’ll never forgive myself for that. No one expected anything like this to happen. I want you to know that you have made the past three years the best years of my life and I will forever regret walking away from it all. But please understand that I was scared, scared for the team, scared for Bucky and scared for you. This may sound like goodbye, I assure you it isn’t. I could never forget you and I never will.

I will love you forever,

I had read it all in his voice, soaking in everything that was written down. I could imagine him writing this and I hoped it was with great difficulty. My emotions clashed together, not sure whether to be happy that he had thought about me or angry that he contacted me a week later with a letter. He could have text or called, that way I could have heard his voice. He said that it wasn’t goodbye.

So why did I feel like I would never see him again?

My thoughts on CPD 4x17

I had no plans on writing my thoughts about Linstead in 4x17 but then I saw a post/tweet last night about:

  • how Linstead is dead
  • how Jay Halstead (as a character) is ruined

…and I was unable to sleep after reading that. So here are my thoughts under the cut. WARNING: Long post ahead because I am going full on detail on some stuff.

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Famous!Matt AU

-Matt is a popular actor in the indie movie scene. Tom secretly enjoys said movies and thinks the ginger is pretty hot (neither of which he would ever admit).
-One day Matt is at a local library or some shit and he’s signing CDs. Tom sneaks out of the house and goes there. Once the line gets to him he silently hands over the CD, Matt smiles at him (making him blush slightly because God damn those cute dimples in his cheeks) and is about to write his autograph but asks “What’s your name, cutie?” catching Tom totally off guard and making his blush deepen as he looks away in embarrassment, mumbling his name in response. Matt happily writes it down along with a short but sweet message (and a little piece of paper with his number on it that he slips into the case)
-Tom finds the paper and is confused but also curious. After days of contemplation he decides to call the number, expecting it to be one of those prank lines that play Never gonna give you up on repeat. He’s quite shocked to hear a familiar voice answer.

But what if Tony and Sam have a fight? A real one with screaming and yelling at each other, both worked up and so damn upset. And it’s their first one because so far Tony was always so quick to give in, fearing that if Sam ever left he wouldn’t come back. But this time neither backs down and at one point Sam just can’t take it anymore, he’s too angry to even contemplate talking to Tony any longer and so he leaves to cool off.

When Sam starts to leave though, Tony quietly begs ‘Please, don’t’ and Sam is still angry with his husband so he whirls around and snarls ‘Please don’t what, Tony?’ But Tony can’t manage another word and so Sam leaves.

But to Tony that means they are done. And not only with the fight but also with their relationship and marriage. It’s something Tony learned early on; if a fight with his partner ends in them leaving? The relationship is over.

So Tony quietly starts packing his stuff, because it never goes over well if he is still there when the other person comes back.

But this time Sam is faster than Tony is, he is back before Tony is even half done with his stuff and the moment Tony hears the door he tenses up and hunches into himself and actually flinches because he learned the hard way that his presence now will not be welcomed, let alone tolerated.

And the first thing Sam notices when he comes back is not the missing stuff from the living room or the kitchen, but the little pack of paper on the table and when he goes to read it he swears his heart is breaking because those are divorce papers.

So Sam immediately goes to look for Tony, hoping he is still there so they can talk and he finds him in their bedroom but Sam is so surprised to see Tony packing his stuff, his clothes and little things he brought over like his favourite mug, and Sam is also hurt and confused because he doesn’t understand what Tony is doing and why he would want a divorce now.

Tony ducks his head, makes himself as small as he can, and stutters out that he will be gone in a second, no need for Sam to get angry, really, he ist almost done, Sam can just pretend he isn’t there at all and the papers are signed so there is also no need for Sam to ever see him again.

And this is what makes Sam really angry because what the fuck is Tony even talking about; no one is leaving or getting divorced and especially not Tony and him. Instead he very clearly tells Tony that they will talk about this whole damn fight and those damn papers on the table and about what is happening right now, so Tony better sit his ass down.

Which leaves Tony wide eyed and obviously so confused and lost beccause this has never happened before, and he actually has no clue how a post fight talk is supposed to go because he never had one.

When he tells Sam as much Sam completely forgets that they are supposed to talk first, that there is stuff they need to clear up, get out of the way. But that isn’t important right now, and Sam just gathers Tony into a hug right then and there because making sure that Tony understands that he is there to stay is more important than talking right now.

Hireath -part 4 - Daddy!CEO!Luke:

A/n: Here it is! I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous to post anything before :’) I apologize beforehand if this isn’t as good or satisfying I guess IDK but I had some really nice messages about the last part I don’t want this one to flop ok I’ll stahp talking now ^-^ 

Word count: 3.4k 

Plot:  A divorce is not so easy to go through when your lingering feels and son keep getting in the way.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

The most beautiful things came out of your mouth, Luke had thought. 

Luke had always found himself mesmerized by the beautiful way words seemed to flow out your mouth. It had probably been one of the first things to have drawn him towards you. It didn’t really matter what you were saying; whether it be a casual greeting, scolding words whenever he let his coffee get too cold, hushed giggles shared in his office as you’d visit him during his breaks, or even just sleepy whispers of his name as he’d slip into the bed late at night. Luke loved it all, cherished it all. He was utterly weak when it came to your words, unable to decline any request that rolled off your lips.

The most memorable words Luke had heard were spoken by none other than you. The bashful sure you had given as an answer to his date preposition back in college. The loud, tearful yes you had screamed the moment he had gotten down on his knee, a diamond ring peeking through the velvet box; the same ring you had worn for years after. The whispered, and slightly scared, announcement of your pregnancy, your eyes seeking comfort and alleviation from him. The hushed whispers directed towards your swollen belly late at night, the loving words making his heart swell with love.

The most beautiful things came out of your mouth, Luke had thought.

And yet, there you were, throwing out words he could describe as many things; beautiful not being one.

He couldn’t make sense of where your words had come from. He was absolutely sure that you were both on good terms, amazing even. You had been texting every now and then ever since that weekend, your conversations becoming somewhat friendly and relaxed. He couldn’t tell what went wrong; and it felt like being handed the divorce papers all over again, the same oblivious, confused shock taking over him.

Luke licked his dry lips, his breathing ragged and uneven. He slowly moved around his office, reaching out to close his office door, warning the rest of the employees that no disturbance would be tolerated. His motions were slow, careful, calculated; he feared that any wrong move would tick you off, that any rushed decision would make you storm out and he’d only know about you through your lawyers.

You kept your gaze fixed on the wooden flooring, very well aware of his movements around the office. Looking at him was a hard task itself; how could you bare to look at the man who held your loving heart in his hands; the man who, just minutes ago, decided that your heart no longer fitted in his hands, leaving it to bleed love all over the ground instead.

“Wait! W-wait, hold up!” Luke finally broke the choking silence, still standing a few safe feet from where you stood. His words were barely audible due to the obvious shakiness in his voice. “C-can you at least sit down?”

“No!” You immediately fired back, an ache rising in your throat as you remembered the previous events.

“I want you to sign them luke! For fuck’s sake! What’re you trying to earn from this?” You groaned, wincing when your voice broke at the end of your words. Luke’s eyes anxiously studied your behavior, looking almost scared at your words. But you had already started, determined to let it all out.

“Honestly, I don’t see why you keep stringing me along if you’re just planning on fucking around with other people!” Your voice was dry, the words bitterly leaving your mouth. The frustration of being neither married nor divorced had taken over your heart, the effect clear in your words. 

Luke’s eyes went as wide as saucers, his eyebrows knitting at your words. But you didn’t pay it much attention, still determined to follow through with your speech; “If you’d just spare my dignity an-”

What the fuck did you just say? ” Luke barked, cutting off your words, his expression somber and grave. You involontarily flinched back at the harsh tone of his voice, pressing your mouth into a thin line as you debated on your next action.

“(y/n),” He began again, mildly calmer, seeing as you didn’t give out any reaction. Not only was he livid that such words had even come out of your mouth, but Luke couldn’t possibly deny the hurt nesting inside his chest. After loving you for years will all of his heart, having you accuse him of infidelity wasn’t something he could handle well. 

“I’m not fucking around with anyone!”

“Oh! Is that so?” You couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped your mouth, amazed by how he could convincingly lie to your face. But as your mouth shrunk back into a tight line, you realized that arguing over his affairs wasn’t a conversation you were thrilled to have.

“Fine,” you settled, earning a growl from Luke. Of course the tone of your voice inclined that no, it’s not fine at all, and no, I’m not believing your words. “But I want my divorce papers signed and handed to my lawyer.” You ever so calmly added.

Everything went in slow motion in Luke’s mind; watching you turn around at your last words and heading towards the door; seeing his hand shoot out to catch yours and turn you around; the sudden way you retracted your arm from his grasp is if it were burning under his skin. Luke’s hands immediately let go at your reaction, hurt prominent in his eyes. Still, he opted for raising his hands up as if defeated, his body slowly moving to block your exit. 

“Hey! Hey, don’t go-”

“Luke, don’t!” You warned him. And for the first time since you barged in, the tiredness in your voice and the painful look in your eyes were clear as the sunlight for Luke to see. And that nearly stopped him.

“(y/n), if you’d just listen -”

“There’s nothing to listen to or talk about, Luke! We’ve alrea-”

For fuck’s sake (y/n)! ” 

This second outburst was much more shaking, his voice booming through the office and probably reaching the employees’ curious ears. Luke’s eyes were wild,shaken, scared. His ragged breathing was matching his frantic heart and running thoughts, trying to get his head together, before he decided that -consequences be damned- he wasn’t holding anything back.

“I’m not fucking anyone! And I’m not signing those damn papers because -fuck it- I’m still in love with you!”

Silence reigned over the closed room at the impact of his words. Colour drained from his face at the realization of what had slipped past his mouth. Feeling suddenly bare in front of your gaze, his hand mecanically rose to tug at his hair.

Luke nearly smiled at the memory of how lovingly you had always replied to his ‘I love you’s’. Somehow, even when you were absolutely livid and angry with him, you always manage to make it sound like the most honest thing in the world. Luke frowned instead. Expecting that from you would be pushing his luck past any reasonable boundaries. Luke took one last silent gaze at your face, with a heavy heart that’s fully expecting to be broken.

But you didn’t run off as he expected you to. You didn’t walk out of his office and stomp all over his heart. No, you just silently stared at him with something he couldn’t exactly decipher. But if he was to look deep enough, he would’ve figured out that your eyes were filled with wavering hope and striking fear. And so, Luke took your silence as a chance for him to speak, a whole lot calmer than the previous time.

“(y/n), baby I haven’t so much as looked at anyone else ever since we’ve been together.” Luke took one hopeful step towards you, agony painting the lovely blue of his eyes a shade of cloudy grey. His voice broke into a fragile tone even he couldn’t recognize, “Please , don’t make me sign those papers.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. Even with the undeniable truth dripping from his words, it felt impossible to forget the events your eyes had witnessed.

“Wh-what about-” you stuttered, blinking rapidly. The confused expression that immediately appeared on his face made you feel like a silly child stubbornly claiming that their nightmare was real. But you pushed through it, averting your eyes from him, “What about the-? She- I saw you two-”

Luke inhaled sharply at your words, his teech clenched tightly together. Out of every unfortunate event that could’ve occurred, you just had to witness that one scene that could easily be misinterpreted. 

“I pushed her off, alright?” He breathed out, running a rough hand through his blonde locks.

Frustration was the only feeling Luke could recognize at the moment. Words weren’t much, he knew. Words were deceiving, devoid, empty. And still, he was hoping you’d trust his words for the simple reason that they had come out of his mouth.

“I didn’t do anything. Baby, believe me I didn’t and wouldn’t have done a thing.” He countered back, his eyebrows knitted together. “Please believe that I wouldn’t.”

Luke took one bold step towards you, daring to lift his hand up to tilt your head up, his eyes seeking yours. The look on his face made your stomach drop. It wasn’t a look you’d normally see on the major CEO; one of utter vulnerability and defenselessness. One that made him look like the shy boy you had met in class; like the man who held your heart delicately in his hands and cared for it throughout the years.

“Please don’t make me sign those papers,” he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. His breath fanned over your face at the proximity, waves of his scent hitting you and clouding your thoughts. But reality wasn’t as forgiving as you would’ve liked it to be.

“There’s a reason those papers were filed, Luke.” You sighed, freeing your jaw from his grip.

“I know,” Luke answered all too calmly, as if he was aware of it and couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to, “but there’s a reason they’re not signed yet” he argued.

“Come on, (y/n)” Luke cooed, sensing your hesitation, keeping his voice soft and tender “We can talk this through, I’m willing to try, baby.”

“We’ve already talked about this,” you mumbled with a shake of your head. 

The memories of the past kept nudging at the back of your mind, making you relive the helplessness and the doubt. And as draining as it was to admit it, Luke had a history of falling back to his old habits. You feared it would once again end up the same. And just like that, the little spark of hope that the key had brought into you died out.

Your mind drifted back to the key, still safely tucked inside your pocket. For some reason, you hadn’t thrown it at his face the minute you barged in, and you still weren’t handing it to his as you spoke. Its weight suddenly felt as heavy as rock hidden inside your pocket, making you take a seat down as you realized that you had no idea what to do.

What’s the right thing to do?

“No,” Luke’s calm reply made you look up, finding that he was slowly approaching you. He crouched down in front of you, his hands delicately resting on the seat at each side of your thighs. “No, you talked, I listened . I only did so because I believed I was doing what’s best for you and for Jace.”

Emotions bubbled inside of you, making your throat tighten at his words. Once again, he was confessing in more ways than you could handle, making your heart twist with both guilt and glee. It took all of your strength to keep your hands from resting on his cheeks, to stop yourself from falling into him and getting swallowed by his limbs.

“But,” He whispered, leaning in a little closer, his eyes never once leaving yours, “Tell me and I’ll stop. Tell me that I’m only making your lives worse, and I swear I’ll stop pushing it.”

His words knocked the air out of your lungs, and you cursed yourself for coming in the first place. His proximity suddenly felt stifling, and your feet begged you to make a run for it. The hopeful, sincere look on his face made you look down.

“I- I don’t have to see Jace disappointed every night,” you barely managed out, willing yourself to concentrate on your fiddling hands in your lap, instead of the sharp breath Luke took. He was making you confess things you never wanted him to hear, “I don’t have to stay up worrying if you’ll come home at all; I know you won’t.”

“(y/n),” Luke’s voice wavered, the grip on his wounded heart tightening. His shoulders slumped down in defeat, his face falling into a scared expression. Maybe he should’ve left it, perhaps pushing it wasn’t the wisest thing to do. 

Tell me.” he begged once more, unable to gather up a speck of hope in his heart.

“I-” You stuttered, lifting your gaze from your lap. The teary, vulnerable look you wore on your face felt like an arrow shooting through Luke’s chest; his every instinct pushing him to hold you in his arms and apologize until his words made a difference.

You debated on your next words, the battle between what your head told you and what felt right making you open your mouth and close it a couple of times, before you settled.

“I thought- I thought nothing could be worse than getting disappointed every night.” You stopped, feeling the suppressed tears meet the warm skin of your cheeks, “Not having you there feels worse.”

Luke’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest, the sadness on his face melting into a warm smile. As far as he was concerned, the issue was solved. He silently urged you to keep going, to tell him that you and his baby boy had missed as much as he missed you.

But you didn’t.

“But, we can’t- I can go back to how it was.” You furiously shook your head. And just like that, Luke felt the nauseous feeling coming back. “We’ll get used to how it is now, it won’t be so bad. But I can’t fight with you like we did before, we’ll go back to that again and it not good for any of us!” You forced yourself to reason.

“But we won’t! I promise we won’t go back to that,” Luke blurted out in a desperate attempt, his hands involuntarily reaching out to hold yours and anchor you back to him, where he needed you to be.

“Come on, (y/n), I love you and my son more than anything.” He swallowed, “Do you still-?”

You smiled sadly at his words, “Love has never been the issue between us.”

Luke’s grip on your hands tightened, a faint smile on his lips. He didn’t allow himself to let your words soak in and light up his strung out heart. he knew better than that; he knew that you still loving him didn’t necessarily imply that you’d be willing to work it out. Still, he allowed himself to try, speaking in the soft voice of a ruined man. 

“Then tell me what it is,” He whispered, the exhaustion and fatigue apparent in the bags under his eyes. “I’m here, and I want to make it work and I want to listen.”

You allowed yourself to mull over his words, the constant confrontation between your mind and heart making you stare timidly at him. You forced yourself to look down once you finally made up your mind.

“I don’t want to feel like a burden.”

Your barely audible words felt like heavy weights on Luke’s heart. His jaw clenched, his eyes shying away from your gaze as he swallowed hard.

You knew you had to take your part of the blame, and that was it. Your decision to keep your deep thoughts unspoken had ultimately been the reason that had led Luke to believe that every had been fine- not perfect, but definitely not broken beyond repair.

Some words were better left unspoken, you knew. That had been the reason for your silence, worried about the impact your words could have, fearing that it would only make matters worse. Yet, that exact mindset had done nothing but allow Luke to stay in his blissful ignorance. Perhaps some words weren’t meant to be spoken, but you figured that having turn into words of regret wasn’t much of an option either. With that thought in mind, you cleared your throat, trying to form the right words.

“It felt like we were distracting you from your work, I -I don’t know- it was like we were another chore

You struggled to form coherent words, nervously chewing on your lower lip, your hands shaking underneath Luke’s clammy ones. You could feel him tense at your words, his whole body becoming stiff. The office suddenly felt stifling, the sweet air refusing to grant his choking lungs any bit of relief.

“I wanted to feel like you wanted to be home, with us .”

A heavy silence lingered in the room, the two of you deeply lost in your own thoughts, your words echoing still. With each passing second, you found yourself reliving your past feelings. Out of everything that felt wrong during your marriage, the worst one was feeling like nothing more than a trophy wife, a responsibility he needed to tend to. It was the crippling fear that one day would come and he would realize that it was a burden he didn’t want to carry anymore.

Luke on the other hand was too busy indulging in his self-loathing. It rendered him speechless to know just how blind and oblivious he had let himself become. Work was never supposed to come first, not in front of his family at least. There was no excuse, no convincing reason. So he was left with the only thing he was capable of saying; and it felt like the most sincerely spoken words ever.

“I’m sorry.”

Luke finally dared to meet your eyes, feeling so small and shameful in front of you. “But I promise you; you’re always first in my heart. We- I know that I’ve messed up greatly, but believe me I never wanted you and Jace to feel second.”

He sat up a straighter, his face inching closer, “I want to be here, and I want to be with you.”

However, Luke hadn’t expected to see you smile at his words, and he immediately felt alarmed. He couldn’t stop the fear cursing through his veins, for he had never seen a smile carry as much sadness as yours did.

“But, Luke,” You began, freeing one hand from his grasp to rest it on his cheek. You stopped for a minute, treasuring how he caved into your touch and leaned his face into your palm. “I’ve already heard your promises.”

Your dismissal felt like a sledgehammer, the weight of your words making Luke snap out of his trance. He stared at you, his eyes hard and and his mouth pressed into a thin line. 

“Look at me.” He ordered, making you do the exact opposite and lower your eyes.

“No, look at me,” He insisted, nudging your hand to gain your attention. Slowly, you lifted your head to look at him- really look at him.

“It’s been hell lately. I can’t eat right, or sleep, or focus. I can’t function right knowing what I’ve done!” His eyes were wild, his emotions getting the best of him. His eyebrows were raised in frustration and fear that he would lose the only chance he could have. “Do you think that anyone in his right mind would risk losing his family after this?”

His words made your heart sink, tears brimming your eyes and blurring your vision. Tears were already making their way down his face, his bright orbs swallowed in a pool of red. Your shaky hands acted before you could think, resting on his warm cheeks and vainly wiping the wet streaks on his skin. 

Leaning your forehead against his, you sobbed into each other’s embrace with your eyes closed tight, feeling small and fragile and light and you could breath. At that moment, it didn’t matter if it was a wrong decision, and if your mind was screaming at you that he’d do it again. You smiled through your hiccuped sobs because it felt right.

Nothing had ever felt that right.

“Jace is having his birthday party at my place. Don’t be late.”

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"Remember me"

Amnesia Meme II Accepting II @ducitstella

The sounds of a beeping machine, and the sounds of shuffling feet were the noises that Leonard found himself waking up to. He knew the sounds.. they were familiar in their own right, but he couldn’t figure out why they were. Leonard found himself struggling to try and open his eyes, but his eyelids felt so damn heavy. 

For a brief moment he gave up as he tried to remember what had happened to him, to figure out exactly where he was… because those damn sounds were familiar, as if they were on the tip of his tongue. Though the harder he tried to remember, the more his head seemed to ache. 

Dammit. a head injury.. a concussion maybe? but how did I..

The last thing he could remember was being in the lawyers office, trying not to make eye contact with Jocelyn as he signed the last bit of papers that would make their divorce official… but that couldn’t be right. There wasn’t anyway he could have gotten a concussion while doing that. There were holes in his memory and the thought terrified him. 

Leonard knew in that moment he needed to force his eyes open, blinking once or twice he was met with the familiar view of what appeared to be a hospital of some sort…no not a hospital… a medbay. SHIT. A SHIP?! FUCK. 

His eyes went wide, as he realized that meant one thing. He was in Space on a god damn ship. He could feel his airway tighten up as his phobia took hold, the confusion of how he had gotten there in the fucking first place not helping in the slightest. Leonard struggled to try and sit up, to get out of the damn bed so he can get off the damn ship and get to solid land. 

However a hand seemed to stop him in his tracks, holding him to the bed. He forced a deep breath, trying to get his eyes to focus. However when he finally looked up he found himself staring at a complete stranger. The bright blue eyes staring at him were almost unsettling, but sparked a feeling in him.. one he didn’t understand, or at least didn’t make sense because he was damn sure he didn’t know them. 

However there was no denying the overwhelming feeling of love he apparently seemed to feel. Leonard blinked several times, figuring he must be damn well confused, because that didn’t make sense. How could he be in love with a stranger? He forced himself to concentrate a bit more, noticing the yellow of the man’s shirt, and the captain stripes. This man was clearly the one in charge, that much he could piece together. 

“Y-you.. how did I.. get on this d-damn ship? I was.. I wasn’t here.. was i?.. Who even are you?… Where is Joce? She should still be my emergency contact.. I haven’t…I..” he trailed off his thoughts jumbled into a mess. He forced a deep breath, knowing he needed to pick one damn question. 

“Who are you?”

Run Away...Part 4

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The conversation between you and Spencer had been awkward.  You admitted to what you had seen, apologizing furiously and stating over and over again that, until you had opened the door, you thought that he was being hurt or held against his will.

And while he cheeks were flushed a deep crimson for most of the conversation, he could at least admit why you would have thought that.

Then, you figured that if you were going to address that issue, you might as well address the rest.  So you had spilled your heart out onto the table, talking to him about the feelings you had been harboring, how you thought he was incredible and easy to listen to, how part of you was jealous of the woman who had captured his attention…and his body…and how you were simultaneously happy for him as well to have found someone that makes him smile as much as she does.

He cried with you over your club sandwich that you didn’t touch, and you laughed with him over his soup that he didn’t eat as he told you a little about the woman that he was apparently flying out to see again next weekend.

It was a hard conversation, but one that was able to clear the air between the two of you, even if it did leave you slightly heart-broken.

It was a bit shocking that you weren’t as hurt as you thought you would have been.  In all honesty, you had felt more hurt when you had walked in on him and his now-girlfriend more than you did now having scattered everything out onto the table…but you attributed that to the “as long as you’re happy, I’m happy” umbrella, convincing yourself that it’s just how much you loved Spencer.

It wasn’t yet occurring to you that it could have been because you weren’t quite as in love with him as you would have thought.

Walking back into the police station with a renewed sense of clarity and urgency, you find yourself sitting back down at your pseudo-desk, your take-out tray flipped open as you mindlessly munch on your lukewarm fries, your eyes dancing along the open file folders in front of you as you resume the case.

And all the while, Rossi’s eyes were on you.  Clocking your every move and making sure that whatever had just taken place between you and Spencer didn’t leave you any worse off than you previously were.

And when he was satisfied that it hadn’t, he left you both be.


Collapsing into the bed in your hotel room, you sigh as you roll over, thankful to have caught the unsub but more thankful that Strauss had granted the team a full night’s rest before traveling back in.

She said it was the least she could give everyone for having to work through their long weekend.

But the thought of now having to go apartment hunting was just as draining as it was irritating.

Why did Rossi have to give you a ride home?

Why was he so insistent on you staying with him?

Why was he all-of-a-sudden so worried about your well-being?

As those questions wracked your mind, you slip off your shoes and bury yourself underneath the covers just as the air conditioning kicks on, fluttering something at the foot of the bed as you furrow your brow lightly.  You find yourself rolling over slowly as you take in the sight of that damned piece of paper fluttering across your hotel room floor.

Like a cockroach that wouldn’t die.

But in your exhausted physical state, the idea of signing that piece of paper and no longer having to look for an apartment seemed incredibly appealing.

So you reached down for it and unfolded the paper, your eyes actually taking in the numbers as a light smile graces your cheeks.

All he was asking you to do was cover the difference in the electric and water bills, and go in with him 50/50 on the maintenance of his pool and hot tub for $300 a month, not including your groceries.

Sighing as you set your feet on the floor, you pad out barefoot into the hallway, shuffling down the hall before finally approaching Rossi’s hotel room door.

Knocking lightly on the door, you hear a groan of annoyance that causes you to bite back the slightest giggle on your part.

But his annoyance soon faded from his face when he opened up his door and found you.

“Y/N,” he croaks as he squints his eyes at the hallway lights, “you alright?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I was just wondering if you had a pen.”

“A pen?” he asks as he furrows his brow.

“Uh huh.  I just need to sign something, and I can’t find one.”

“Hold on,” he says, the door slowly swinging closed in your face as you hear him rummaging around on the other side.

The poor man was too tired to even look at the piece of paper in your hand.

Returning a few moments later with a red ink pen, he watches as you raise up the rental agreement to the wall, your hand dancing along as he watches you sign and date a contract to reside in his guest house for the next 12 months.

And he smiled with relief as he watched.

anonymous asked:

What would James do if his s.o. threatened divorce in the heat of an argument (but they didn't really mean it)?

I think he’d be hurt by what you said but would be stubborn enough to say something along the lines of “As if I’d let you leave, darling.” “And you think I’d be stupid enough to sign those damned papers? No, you’re mine dearest don’t forget that.” So he would be saddened by it but wouldn’t just take it, he’d definitely snap back at you.

I’m Sorry That I love You: Final (5) (V x Male MC) Mystic Messenger

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I will Always Love you Sequel intro

Damn. I hope this turned out good.


It had been at least a month, in America his parents were preparing themselves to celebrate Thanksgiving. How the house was always warm and smelled of baked goods. The apartment was empty and cold, the only room that even looked remotely lived in was the living room. Zack couldn’t find comfort on his bed and the couch at least faced the TV. He didn’t know how many hours he would spend at night just staring at the programs barely registering anything. 

He would hold his phone tightly in his hand as he waited for him to be in the chat. When V had left he had completely disconnected himself from Zack and only Zack. He changed his number and only Seven and Jumin knew it. He’d given Hyun a spare key to his apartment, Jaehee a copy of some health records for her to log into the RFA archives, and Yoosung Zack’s schooling schedule.

He didn’t get what that all meant? Was V worried he’d do something? Well…he couldn’t deny for the first three days all he did was just sit in V’s room and stare at the now barren walls. It was Hyun and Yoosung who finally forced him to go out and eat with them. After that life just became this thing that he did. Every morning he’d wake up at around 5 and go to the park. He’d sit at the lake where V had almost fallen in and would watch the sunrise. Then he’d make his way to his favorite coffee shop and wait. He’d pray that V would run in and tell him he’s home and he won’t ever leave again. After that he would wander around town or head to class. In the evenings he went to a bar and would converse with a man. The man was trying to pick him up, he knew that, but at least it was someone to talk too. Then he’d go home, sleep, and repeat the process.

It was nearly midnight and the all the late night shows were playing reruns. He turned over to face the back of the couch and closed his eyes. This apartment was so lonely and yet he couldn’t leave. A small part of him wanted to believe he’d come back. He’d walk through those doors and come back.


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we used to be happy

PROMPT: “How did we get here? We used to be happy.” (i know it says ‘abusive relationship starters’ but in no way is this abusive!!!)


AUTHOR’S NOTE: anon, i hope this makes you feel something lol bc i know it made me feel a lil. enjoy! .xx

You weren’t sure how it happened. 

The vow you had taken two years ago didn’t even matter anymore. The stack of rings on your left hand felt heavier than ever. He didn’t even sleep in the same bed anymore, let alone come home. It was headed towards divorce and there was nothing you could do. 

What was there to do? 

You were afraid. You were hurt. You were sad. You loved him dearly, but you couldn’t do it anymore. 

You set the rings on top of his side of the dresser and looked at yourself in the mirror. It didn’t even look like you. 

Pronounced wrinkles covered your face and you had dark bags underneath your eyes. Your hair was flat and matted and your bones were prominent. You were depressed as ever. 

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Sweet Home Alabama AU

Someone please write me a ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ AU.

For those of you who have never seen this super old and wonderful romantic (comedy?) movie, here is how it would work as a Coldflash AU: 

Barry lives in big city (Star City?), is proposed to by lovely and wonderful Man of His Dreams™, and says yes, of course, because this guy is great and wonderful and everything he’s ever wanted (Oliver? Idc). But first, Barry has to go and tie up some loose ends in his little old Hometown™ (Central) before they start planning the wedding. He returns to Central, whereupon we learn that he hasn’t been back in town years, and now he’s come because he can’t get married until he gets divorced first.

That’s right. Barry’s already (still) married, and his new fiance has no idea. And who is he already married to? Why, one Leonard Snart, who’s been refusing to sign the divorce papers for these past 5 years.

So now Barry is back to demand that Len sign the papers. But being back means seeing Joe and Iris, Iris who is now married to Eddie and has a baby. It means running into Cisco and Caitlin and even Lisa and Mick, and all those memories, and all of what’s changed and what hasn’t. 

And he’s trying to get Len to just cave and sign the damn papers. Barry still has half of Len’s house and basically barges in when Len refuses to sign, enters a game of one-upmanship to try to knuckle Len into capitulating (but doesn’t mention that he’s engaged for reasons aka he’s still in love with Len), and meanwhile he’s being reminded of what his life was like with Len, about Len’s softer side, even as he’s also being reminded of how much they fought and why he left in the first place. He feels how much he’s changed, and how much he hasn’t.

And he eventually eventually after making as ass of himself spectacularly (getting drunk and emotionally lashing out at people, at least in the original film), convinces Len to sign the papers. By this point, he’s starting to have doubts though, starting to miss Len. And of course, that’s when his new fiance shows up and all the secrets come tumbling out. 

But Barry’s supposed to be happy now and his new fiance ends up accepting that he was lied to from Barry. And they agree to have the wedding in small-town Central around his friends and family, and Barry thinks it’ll be okay, even if he’s struggling with himself, wondering if this wedding is a good idea after all. He loves his fiance but how he feels about Len… he’s never felt for anyone else quite like how he feels about Len.

But he’s here and he’s going through with it, increasingly against his own better judgment and the advice of people older and wiser. Except on the day of the wedding, someone from his lawyer’s office shows up and says he can’t be married because he’s not divorced. And he’s like “Len signed the papers!” and the lawyer is like “he signed – but you didn’t!”

And Barry goes to sign the paper but he realizes he can’t because he’s still in love with Len, and he’ll never stop being in love with Len, so he rushes to Len and there’s that pivotal moment where they kiss and confess their love and it’s beautiful. And the (now-ex) fiance isn’t a dick about it, he just wants Barry to be happy.

So… any takers? :P

The one where she wants a divorce

“Sign the papers, Bieber.”
Y.N. was over the back and forth bullsit with Justin, it was evident to him as she basically threw the pen and paper at him.
Did having the love of his life throwing divorce papers at him phase him?
Of course it did.
Did he let her see that?
Absolutely fucking not.
Justin slid the papers back down across the table and clutched the pen between his fingers.
Y.n. let out am exasperated sigh as she slid the stupid papers back down.
“What. The. Fuck.”
The words were uttered between gritted teeth. Her cold eyes met that of Justin’s.
“Why do you have to make everything so damn difficult. You’re the one who didn’t want this marriage!”
Sliding the papers back to her, he placed his hands behind his head in some sort of mock ‘I-don’t-give-flying-fuck’ arrogance that was clearly pissing Y.N. off.
“I never said that. I love you.” Crossing her arms over her chest, y.n scoffs.
“Bull-fucking-shit. Those 'late night studio sessions’ beg to differ.” Standing to her feet and pushing her chair in, she narrows her eyes at Justin.
“Sign the papers, I’m not telling you again.”
With that, she turns on her heel and makes her way towards the front door.
Justin is quick to stand to his feet, taking long strides so he can reach her before she can open the door.
Grabbing her by her arm, he turns her around and presses their chests together. With her back pressed firmly on the door, Y.N. tries her hardest to advoid eye contact, but the act proved virtually impossible.
She hadnt been this close to him in months.
“I love you.”
His breath tickles her lip and she can’t help but relax as the familiar words are uttered.
Justin chuckles softly, placing a small kiss to her cheek.
“I know you love me too.”
Scoffing, Y.N. gaze mets his.
“Oh really?”
By this time, justin lips had already ventured to her neck as he pressed opened mouth kisses to it. He can feel her breath hitch when he finally gets to her sweet spot.
He smirks.
“Yes, really, you love me, a lot, and I love you, a lot. Therefore,”
justin presses his bulge against her center. They both sigh in unison at the contact. Its been so long for the both of them.
“I’m not signing those fucking papers.”
“But nothing. Despite what you may think, I didn’t cheat on you. The only thing I’m guilty of is over working and not giving you the attention you deserve.” Justin’s calloused fingers were already inside her panties.

Her face was nusseled between his neck as she tried to refrain from the moan and whimper he knew she wanted to let out.
Y.N. looks up, mouth agape and cheeks flushed. Justin can’t help but smile at the sight.
Leaning down, Justin firmly presses his lips to hers as she moans. He moans too as her feels her clench around his fingers.

“Baby girl.”

Justin coos, removing his fingers from. Y.n. let out a whimpers at the withdrawal.

She wasn’t the stubborn and cold woman that had walked into the house only thirty minutes prior…an orgasm would do that to you.
With another kiss to her lips, justin wipes his fingers on his pants and smiles.

“You want those papers back?”

5SOS Preference #4- He Cheats (Calum, Part 2)

Ashton: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Team Dylan) (Team Ashton)

Calum: (Part 1)

You huff as you stand in front of the house that ruined your life once again. You truly have seen Calum for almost a month. The true reason why you were even there was because of the fact that you forgot somethings behind. You couldn’t really get it after your dramatic exit that day. Also the fact that your lawyer told you that he still hasn’t received the signed divorce papers from Calum’s side. Which was odd for you since from what you learned he promised the blonde bimbo that you learned her name was Carmen, his whole world. 

You ran your hand through your hair as you hesitantly walk up the steps to the front door. Pulling out the key you still owned, you unlocked the door an walked inside. Soon as you entered you flinched that the sound of a roaring fight. “Trouble in paradise already… What a surprise.” You murmured quietly. You slowly walked closer to their voices. Honestly not one bone of your body felt terrible listening in. You knew this would probably give you a good laugh in the end. 

“Tell why you have even signed these fucking papers Calum?” Carmen screamed. “If you truly wanted me, like you said you did theses would be already with your damn lawyer.” Calum sighed, rubbing his face. “I know.” He muttered dully. “God, why are you acting so non emotional right now? Should you be a tad more caring about me? Like you have it all now! You know Y/N wasn’t as good as me and that’s why you come around to me for all those days. You got what you wanted Calum. Why be like this.” She spat dropping the papers in front of them. “Sign. Them." 

Calum slams his hands on the table in front of him, causing both you and Carmen to jump. "You know what?” He snarled. “You are a mistake, Carmen. Fairly the only reasons why I said those things to you was to get a fuck. Even, though even doing that was completely stupid. My hormones took over because Y/N was always too busy, which is an utterly stupid… Fucking stupid excuse. The only reason why you are still here is too see if you could maybe a temporary replacement for Y/N. So, no I’m not signing these papers. One point Y/N is going to come back and ask why. And, at that time you wont be here.” Calum spats. 

You walked into the kitchen. Calum turned his head and turned pale soon as he saw your face. Carmen was silent, but the tears falling from her cheek, showed that she was hurt. “Well that was interesting.” You whispered before crossing your arms. “ Y/N… I-” You held your hand up, making him shut up. “Sign the papers Calum.” You gulped. “Even if I heard how much you regret doing what you did to me… It was still terrible to say those things to Carmen. Even though I do hate her guts.” You to a step closer. “That shows you are still not mature enough to be in any relationship. Hold out you hand.” Calum was terrified on how calm you were. He brought up this trembling hands and you pulled out the wedding ring from your pocket and placed it in his hand. “I forgot to add this with the papers the day I left." 

Calum was a sobbing mess in front of you. You both didn’t notice the fact that Carmen ran out. "P-Please Y/N, do-don’t leave me.” His lip quivers but you shake your head no. “Like I said. You decided to ruin this marriage. You can’t try to change your mind and make things better. You lost my trust, and you said extremely cruel things to someone in front of me. Yes, she took part but she didn’t deserve half of the things you said. I’m sorry Calum, but you need to fix up your life. I’m going to get my friends to pick up my stuff later. I can’t even look at you.” And, before you know it, you were out

queen [2]

[ part one ]

yoongi/suga, bts, angst?, smut

where he proves to you that he’s not in the wrong for he’s wrongly accused, and you’re really his everything

word count: 3,867

a/n: totally didn’t go the route i wanted it to go, but time to move on

It was definitely a full on embarrassment when Yoongi’s friends found him half naked and cuffed to the bed. Apparently how they found him didn’t matter, but according to Namjoon, you left in a hurry with tears in your eyes and the man was worried what could’ve gone wrong. Yoongi of course, had no time to explain but rushes home immediately when his friends had let him loose.

Reaching home to find you in the dining kitchen as a huge orange envelope sits on the table, Yoongi hastily speaks up with a hand running through his disheveled hair.

“Hon, please listen to me—”

“Sign the papers,” you quickly cut in on him and pushes the divorce files towards his way. Yoongi gulps at how serious you were being.

“We have two beautiful children together—”

“Don’t use the kids on me, Yoongi,” you spit out in rage. “Besides, I’m taking full custody of them once our divorce is finalized.”

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Zineb El Rhazoui de « Charlie Hebdo » : « Il arrivait que l’on dise aux collègues : “Je vous aime” »

Arrivée en 2011 à « Charlie Hebdo », la journaliste Zineb El Rhazoui raconte la vie de la rédaction, avant, pendant et après l’attentat.

Here’s an article about Charlie Hebdo, written by one of its “middle-aged white racist man” journalists, named Zineb El Rhazoui. I’m translating it for you non-french speakers :

At Charlie, we sometimes told our love for each other. Just like that, to sign a professional e-mail, after the readying of the paper, we told our collegues ‘I Love you’. Not very serious, but true. Cruelly true today.

Few exchanges were serious at Charlie, not even those of the works council, supposedly made to defend the interests of the employees against the employers, personified by Charb, namely the urgent replacement of the damned, always out of order coffee maker. First to arrive, last to leave, and always the most prompt to cut his salary so Charlie could live, he didn’t want to hear about it because he prefered tea.

Mustapha is dead. He had just acquired French citizenship a few weeks before. With his Kabyle accent and rolling his r’s, he was always the one correcting our french. On mondays, days of wrapping up, he only left his desk to lean over the shoulder of a journalist and ask in a hushed voice : 'What did you mean exactly ?’. Some difficulty with language ? Mustapha always knew the grammar rule or the slight difference of a synonym. That wednesday, Mustapha came to fix the last special issue. It cost him his life.

Simon survived. It was a gift of destiny in this never-ending wednesday, because it was a close call for our "little” webmaster. In a deep coma, with a pierced lung -just as he had managed to stop smoking-, the spinal cord affected, he will slowly come back to life, but he will. We are hoping. Distinguished expert on aluminium and Corsican police, Simon had all it takes to incorporate the team : a rock solid sense of humor, and all the tact, patience and love to face the almost daily shit storms on social networking. The polite and funny answers to death threats, the Facebook status with million likes, it was him.

That’s how it was at Charlie, some come from aluminium, others are railway workers, emergency doctors, legal experts, therapists, economists… But all came on wednesday 'to see what to do in the next issue’. This information, unfortunately, the terrorists had it.

And there’s all the others, friends of the editorial board, who came by from time to time. A homeless man with an inexpressible look, a former convict who corresponded with Charb during his detention, dropouts and all kinds of entertainers. They were part of Charlie too. The mess that was our headquarters was a prerequisite for anybody who landed in France without a dime, bloggers or activists escaping a war or a death sentence. They all came to tell their story, Tignous put it in drawings, then, behind the scenes, we thought of ways to help them. “I’ll see if we can find them political asylum and a job”, Charb told me one day about a couple of Tunisians activists. The two fugitives, without papers, were freezed to notice the gun of Franck, the officer protecting Charb, a regular of our premises. When they understood the context of permanent threat in which we were working, they felt in friendly territory. Franck died wednesday too, “the gun in hand, trying to defend the team”, as his superior officer told me.

Tragically funny

I entered in Charlie by my engagement, not because of my journalist resumé or a well-written cover letter. In 2011, during the Arab Spring, Sylvie, a former board member, asked me to tell her my Moroccan battles. Two days later, I was having lunch with Charb and Riss, who proposed me to join the wednesday meetings. In order to hire me, Luz offered to lower his salary, so 'it would hold in the budget’. Since then, Riss was in the habit of asking me : 'what angers you the most this week ?’ to see what I have to write. That’s what Charlie is, an irritated newspaper that never took itself seriously. Riss surived. Harmed, but « he can still move his fingers », confirmed a colleague. Luz is alive too, but he didn’t feel like he could draw, until he sent us the cover of the next issue, tragically funny. It’s the first time Charlie has its cover as soon as a thursday evening. Charlie never was a paper like any other, and ineluctably it will never be so.

Our team was slaughtered with kalashnikovs, because we dared making a mockery of Islam. Before our meeting room, a place used to jokes and laughter with walls decorated with drawings, was turned into a bloodbath, we had been threatened to be killed a thousand of times. Everybody knew, but we were still hated, shouted down. It took twelve bodies for Charlie to be finally understood. With Wolinski, Honoré and Cabu, three symbols of French culture are gone. As for Bernard Maris and Elsa Cayat, therapist and columnist, they never drew anyone and never took care of Muhammad or the Pope.

As for Charb, he made of Charlie his priesthood and his cross, he lived only so the paper could live. Charb desperately knocked on all doors, up to François Hollande, to draw attention at the inexorable disappearance of Charlie by financial suffocation. 'I feel like I’m working the streets’, he told me a month ago as we were having lunch. Charb lived in dread of seeing the journal die and didn’t care about his own death. He was under police protection since 2012.

If only you were here, my Charb, if only you saw the Place de la République, absolutely crammed, people in tears holding your picture, in a monastic silence. If only you could see that. If only you could see the day when offers of help came from everywhere, so the paper can live, at all costs.

tonkola  asked:


This is all human cause there are children involved.

When Rebekah had come to him at sixteen, pregnant and kicked out of the family home, Klaus had known there wasn’t much else for him to do but step up and become the brother that she needed. He had made it clear though that he expected her to finish school, to be an active parent and to make sure that her priorities were straight once she had told him she wanted to keep the baby. It wasn’t just to prove to their parents that they could make it just fine out in the world without them but the giant fuck you that the two of them being successful in business and family life was something neither of the siblings could pass up.

Rebekah had graduated high school and was currently in her second year of community college. Usually she was the one who participated in Luke’s preschool functions but it was finals week and there was no way she could make it to the annual field day that the school was having. Thankfully all Klaus had to do was ensure Luke had the required towel and was sufficiently dressed and sunscreened when he dropped him off in the morning and then pick him back up three hours later when the event was over. THAT he could do. He had no plans to stay and be a volunteer, Rebekah had done enough of that over the school year that they weren’t going to be expecting him to.

Which was why he showed up in his business attire with Luke in tow at the front of the school with the other ninety or so parents and children waiting to be signed in for the day. It was double the usual amount of children being there at the time but Klaus was impressed with the way that the teachers and aides seemed to be checking to make sure kids had everything they needed, got the kids signed in, put the volunteers to work and had the kids parcelled into groups for the day. It went far smoother than anything he remembered from his school days or even business functions he’d attended.

“Ms. Caroline!” Luke called out, waving frantically at someone and Klaus turned his attention toward where his nephew was looking. 

Thank god he was wearing sunglasses because there was no way he could stop himself from looking the young woman over who was currently bent down, adding some more water bottles into a cooler. It had to be illegal to wear those shorts with those legs because Klaus couldn’t seem to stop staring at them until she turned around at the mention of her name and he noted the fact that she was wearing one of the school’s t-shirts designating her as either one of the teachers or assistants. Was it his fault that she seemed to fill that out really well too?

“Hi Luke,” Caroline greeted with a bright smile and then a hug as the little boy practically crashed into her arms. “You must be the infamous uncle that we’re always hearing about.”

“Klaus Mikaelson.” He offered his hand, wanting nothing more than to be able to touch her, to feel her skin and considering the situation they were currently in a handshake was going to have to do. For the moment anyway.

“Caroline Forbes. Luke’s teacher.” Klaus didn’t think he had ever seen someone smile quite like she did before though the one she had offered him was nothing like the one she had directed toward his nephew. The genuineness wasn’t quite there that time, it was more polite than anything, and he felt himself wanting to earn one of the other ones. “I hope Rebekah isn’t stressing too much. I remember finals week but she’s been working hard all year. She’s got this.”

“It’s her last one today but I am sure she’ll be delighted to hear that you’ve said that.” Klaus followed her over to the clipboard sign in, Luke skipping at his side.

“She’ll do great. You just need to sign him in here,” Caroline handed him the board and took Luke’s towel from him. “And you guys have already written his name on it so you’re ahead of the game. And I see you’ve brought a Baymax one.”

“Oooh! Oooh! Watch what we can do, Ms. Caroline!” Luke pulled on Klaus’ shirt and the two proceeded to do the handshake from the movie, earning another of those coveted smiles from her.

“You can go join Max’s group for today, Luke,” Caroline told the little boy who happily took off toward his best friend, leaving the two adults to finish up. “Pick up is at 11 and I’ll have him and a few of the others at the gate ready to go.”

“I’ll be volunteering, love,” Klaus told her, trying not to show his shock when he realized what he’d just said.

“Are you sure?” Caroline looked him over, no doubt noting the suit he was wearing that really wasn’t field day attire.

“There’s absolutely nothing else that I’d like to do today,” Klaus told her, even more surprised at how much he meant it.

Caroline handed him another clipboard and had him sign up on it as well before the gate was finally closed. “I’ll show you to your station then.”

“How long have you been teaching?” Klaus asked, as they headed toward the field that was already set up for the day, the children sitting in rows and eager to start the day.

“It’s my first year,” Caroline told him before stopping at the slip’n’slide. “So this will be yours to monitor. Do I have to explain how it works to you?”

“I remember this from my childhood, sweetheart, but thank you.” Klaus removed his jacket and hung it up on the fence behind him, noting that she had been watching him rather intently do that before looking away.

“There’s water in the white ice chest and popsicles in the green one. The kids will be going to those as stations but feel free to get one whenever you need one. We’re doing seven minute rotations and you won’t have kids for two of them,” Caroline told him. “Just wave one of us down if you need help but me and the other teachers plus the assistants will be moving around to oversee everything.”

Klaus nodded and watched her walk away, still grateful for the sunglasses he was wearing.

The first group of kids arrived at his station and stared at the slip’n’slide before looking at him. “What do we gotta do?” one of the boys asked and Klaus tried to explain it but they simply stared at him, not really understanding.

He didn’t think his instructions were all that difficult but he could see Caroline watching and figured that this was definitely a way to make a decent impression on her. Even if his dignity might be taking a nose dive.

“Like this,” Klaus told them and proceeded to run and then slide across the grass on the wet slip’n’slide, completely wetting his suit. He stood up at the end, the children were laughing and lining up to do the same, but it was Caroline’s reaction that he was focused on the most.

She was smiling, one of those genuine, beautiful ones that had been directed at Luke and Klaus felt his heart squeeze tightly at that, wanting more of them.

Three hours later and Klaus was thoroughly exhausted. His suit was definitely ruined from how often he’d needed to show the damn station but when Caroline slid her number over to him on a scrap of paper when he signed Luke out it was definitely worth it.