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Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me

You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

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No Regrets - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by little--batman

Summary: Soulmate!AU - When your soulmate gets hurt you receive a flower tattoo on your body on the same location they were wounded. Imagine (Y/N) having her whole left arm covered in flowers while Buckys whole hand was covered in them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: There really isn’t any, unless you’re afraid of Bucky finding happiness. If you’re afraid of that I feel sorry for you.

A/N: First soulmate au?? Been wanting to do this one long before I started this blog??


When Bucky grew up he didn’t have flowers on him like the other kids. Nobody ever knew that, of course, he was good looking enough to get whoever he wanted at his hip. That’s one main reason why he got along with Steve, Steve never got any either. They both believed maybe they weren’t destined to have a soulmate, of course there was the option that their soulmates maybe never have been hurt but it was a long shot.

After being woken up from his cryogenic stasis and retrieving most of his memories back he realized his whole right hand was covered in flowers. He never believed he had a soulmate but it registered in his head that his soulmate was from a different time period than what he was from. He soon also figured out that Steve also had the same issue; He had a soulmate but was destined to meet them after he woke up from his frozen state.

As for (Y/N)? She had millions of flowers. Some were randomly placed on her body, Bucky had them as well. But the ones that stood out the most were the full sleeve she had on her left arm. She often hid it but lately she began to flaunt it off. Her soulmate had to have had something messed with their whole left arm, it wouldn’t have been that hard to point out in public too. She always looked out for the left arms of strangers in public, but she never had good luck.

Not only that but (Y/N) constantly looked at the hands of people as well. She knew they would have flowers there. She wasn’t as normal and ordinary as others, she had powers that nobody else had. She hid them, she knew what happened to people after they showed others the gifts they possessed. She was practically a human torch, she could heat up anything she wanted. When she was younger she was practicing and accidentally burned her hands, it was so bad that she couldn’t use them for weeks and had to make up an excuse that she did it while cooking something. Of course everyone believed her because nobody thought of the alternative that she had super powers. She hated the way her hands looked, scars covered them from her wrist to the top of her fingers, she would never go anywhere without hiding them with gloves.

She was cleaning up the counters of her job in the middle of the day when an oddly large group walked in. She sighed to herself knowing she would have to take care of them because the only other person on duty was already at another table. (Y/N) was wearing a classic blue and white waitress outfit and her jacket, it was a chilly day so nobody obliged to her clothing choices. She often wore a jacket anyways, only due to the tattoos crawling up her left arm.

(Y/N) walked up to the table that the group had chose to sit at before preparing herself to take their orders. She flipped open her small notebook before taking the pen out of her pocket, plastering a fake smile on her face.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). I’ll be your waitress today, if you need anything please run it by me! I can order your drinks if you would like and while I go make them I’ll give you time to choose what you’d like to order.” She gave a toothy smile before looking at everyone, waiting for someone to point out what they’d like to drink.

“I’ll just have a water, please.” The blonde male spoke up first and gave you a smile.

“Me too, I’d like a water.” His darker friend next to him ordered the same thing and thanked her shortly after.

“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake and my pal here would like a coffee, please.” A redhead clapped her hands before patting her older friend on the back, receiving a glare that soon turned into a joking smile.

“And you two?” (Y/N) looked at the two males who haven’t given a drink yet. One was looking at the menu while the other was staring off into his lap.

“I suppose you don’t have alcohol here, do you?” A bearded (and clearly) wealthy man gave her a look before setting the drink menu down.

“No sir. The only drinks we have are on that menu.”

“Then I’ll just have a shake as well. Make it a mint.”

She wrote down the drink before focusing her gaze on the quiet man. His head was down and his conscience clearly wasn’t with the rest of them. His long brown hair overlapped most of his face and a hat was covering his eyes. He wore a baggy black sweatshirt and gloves. If anything, he didn’t want to be there and it was very noticeable.

“He’ll have a water too, thanks.” The same blonde from earlier spoke up on the quiet mans behalf. She nodded with a smile before returning to behind the counter to make the drinks. She was almost done until a bit of the mint milkshake spilt onto the sleeve of her jacket. She cursed quietly to the point where only she could hear herself and removed her jacket, setting it in the back room before looking at her tattooed arm in disgust. She always wanted to flaunt her arm around but never while on the job. She mostly got bad looks from it and it often decreased her chances on a tip. If it meant less money, then she wasn’t a big fan.

She finished the drinks before placing them onto a tray and carrying them to the table with one hand. She set half of it down on the table and half balanced with her knee before she started to hand them out towards everyone. When she was finished she set the tray under her arm and pulled out her notebook once again to write down the orders of the group. She smiled to the few who thanked her for the drinks.

“Have enough time to figure out what you want to eat?” She put on the same fake smile as before. They ordered their food one after one and yet again the quiet man was the one that was last to order. She looked up at him only to realize his eyes were strongly fixated onto her arm. Her confidence completely dropped knowing the meaning behind his stare, every time a customer laid eyes onto her arm she felt insecure, she felt as if she should apologize like it was her fault, and so she did.

“I am so very sorry, sir. I’ll go put on my jacket.” She was about to quickly go throw on her stained jacket before he spoke up in a deep, raspy voice. It was the first words he had spoken since he entered the building.

Why do you wear gloves?” She stopped in her tracks and stared at his with wide eyes. By this point the rest of the group had realized why he was so interested in her arm and hands. They all shared the same look, they all wondered if this was Buckys soulmate.

“To hide what’s underneath.” Her eyebrows were furrowed at the mysterious man. She had to admit, she had no idea what his deal was. First he stares at her arm and then asks what she is hiding underneath the leather on her hands. Of course, she was oblivious to what was happening but perhaps it’s because she didn’t know what was under his left arms sleeve.

Buckys right arm pulled down the zipper of his jacket before tearing it off. At the same time he ripped off the gloves from his hands and stared at the flowers inked perfectly around his palms. (Y/N)’s eyes widen as she looked at the cybernetic limb connected to his body. His whole left arm was missing, and her whole left arm was covered. Bucky raised his human hand and showed her the printings on it, his eyebrow raised as he focused his gaze on her covered hands.

Overcoming her ego, she set the tray and notebook down on a nearby table before unbuckling the bucks on her gloves and sliding them off. Her hands were burnt beyond any recognition, if it weren’t for the obvious figure by her fingers and palms, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was actual human flesh. Bucky soon stood up and walked towards (Y/N).

“Come with me.” He whispered into her ear with a stern voice. She quickly caught on before grabbing her notebook and handing it to her co-worker. Her co-worker nodded in agreement, by the look on (Y/N)’s face she knew she needed a moment. She quickly thanked her before running out the front doors to meet up with the stranger who just so happened to possibly be her soulmate. When she walked out he had his hat in one hand balanced on his hip and his other was running through his hair. They stood there silently for a minute before he looked her in the eye and spoke up.

“I have a line of flowers on my lower back.” His hand went to the neck of his shirt before lifting up a bit to show the tattoo on his back. (Y/N)’s hand came to cover her mouth. It was the same scar she received when she was little, it reach from the lower part of her back to the middle. If she wasn’t wearing a dress she would have showed him then and there to prove to him.

You’re my soulmate.” She spoke through her hand. He hands dropped to his sides as he stared at face. He stared at every detail noticeable by the human eye before looking at her burnt hands covering her lips. He saw the way her nose perked out, the way her (Y/E/C) eyes stared at his. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he could stare at them for hours. He stared at her luscious (Y/H/C) hair and the way it was perfectly laying above her shoulders.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His hand hesitantly came up and caressed hers, overlapping her cheek. Within a second her hands snaked around the boys neck and pulled his body into a tight hug. His body tensed up from the contact but soon after he relaxed and put his around her waist. She set her head in the crook of his neck and smelt his amazing aroma. After a moment of standing there (Y/N) opened her eyes and saw his friends staring out the side window at them. She let out a small giggle before pointing into their direction.

When Bucky turned around he let out a big scoff before giving them the finger, his lips turned into a smile once he heard the beautiful, moment-stopping laugh escaping her lips. He grabbed her hand before giving it a kiss and staring at the scars left on her.

“You shouldn’t hide your hands, you know.”

“And you shouldn’t hide your arm.”

Bucky had stayed with (Y/N), sitting at the bar stool where she normally would be behind the stand. His friends soon left after eating and patted him on his back, knowing he was going to stay for a while. They talked all night like normal people having a normal conversation. He learned about her past and she learned about his.

“So why exactly did you feel the need to put your jacket on earlier when I was looking at your arm? And why do you wear the gloves? I mean I understand the looks you would get from people, I get them too when people see my arm but… I’m just asking why you care of what others think.”

She set the last dirty dish into the washer before turning it on and facing him. “It doesn’t give you the best reputation.” She removed the rubber gloves from her hands and placed them into the trash before lifting her hands and studying every crease and imperfection.

“I hate being known as the girl with the burnt hands. I hate receiving stares and sympathy looks. I hate walking down the street and hearing someone whisper ‘that really must have hurt’. People who want their food suspect that a well professional, that isn’t covered in ink and scars will serve them, hiding them not only satisfies their needs but it gets me more money. It’s just how business works.”

His hands reach for hers and brought them up to his lips. He kissed the top of her hand over and over and looked into her eyes.

“Don’t ever feel like you need to hide anything from me. You’re my soulmate and I wouldn’t want you any other way. Besides, your arm is my fault anyways. If I hadn’t lost my arm then-” (Y/N) smiled at him before cutting him off.

“Don’t. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” His teeth shined through and she mimicked his smile. They had been there hour after hour talking about anything and everything. It was the first time Bucky had truly opened up to someone and he didn’t regret it at all. He loved the way she would smile and laugh at any joke he said, whether it was funny or not. He loved the way she would give him a concerned and loving look after he shared a hurtful memory from his past. He loved the way she would listen to every word he would say, thoughtfully while simultaneously thinking of the perfect thing to say back. He wasn’t even suppose to originally come to this restaurant at first but Steve insisted, and he didn’t regret giving into his best friends wishes. He didn’t regret anything he did in his life because it all led up to this moment, the moment where he met the love of his life.

He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He didn’t regret a thing.

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BTS Reaction To: You “Cumming” Without Permission.

NSFW! Read at own risk!


Jin told you that you couldn’t cum yet, although he made it impossible as his thrusts started speeding up even more. You threw your head back, trying your hardest to hold in your release but it was too much of a challenge. You climaxed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning out Jin’s name. Jin slowed down his thrusts, panting.

“I-I’m sorry.” You apologised.

“I’ll let you off this time, just next time do what Daddy tells you to do, or you’ll be punished.”

Originally posted by princedonghyuk


“Please, Yoongi, please let me cum.” You begged, feeling your climax approaching.

“Not yet, Princess. Hold it in for me like a good girl, okay?”

You whined at his words, knowing you wouldn’t be able to do as he told you. You tried focusing on something - anything - just to take your mind off your approaching release, but you couldn’t. The pleasure you was feeling was all too much, so you came, clenching around Yoongi.

Yoongi froze. “You know what?” Yoongi pulled himself out of you. “You’re not cumming for a week. I told you not to cum, but you did, and I’m not letting you get away with it.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Namjoon secretly loved it when you couldn’t hold in your release. It boosted his ego as it showed him that he really was fucking you well. But of course, he’d never admit to that.

As you came, when he had specifically told you not to, he told you to get on all fours. You did what he said, not wanting to disobey him. You already knew what was coming, and that was, that you were going to be spanked. Namjoon always spanked you when you misbehaved.

“Count to ten for me.”

Originally posted by bangtan-tan


Hoseok rarely told you not to cum as he loved feeling you tighten around him. But, if you would misbehave, he would tell you not to release just yet, sometimes not even letting you release at all.

“Hoseok, please, I can’t hold it.”

“Yes you can, baby.”

When you came, feeling almost light headed as you did, Hoseok called you degrading names, and spanked you (like Namjoon), letting you know you shouldn’t of disobeyed him.

Originally posted by parkjewook


Taehyung was annoyed you had came without his permission because he wanted you to understand that he was the one that would control your orgasms. He lent down, biting on your neck, causing you to wince in slight pain.

“If I tell you not to cum - you don’t. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You replied.

Originally posted by my-fjo


Jimin chuckled deeply, shaking his head slowly after you had reached your high. “I knew you wasn’t going to hold it in.”

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling it, causing you to moan out. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

Originally posted by lightheartedfun


At first, Jungkook seemed slightly frustrated, but he didn’t do anything about it. Confused as you was expecting a punishment, and being slightly disappointed you didn’t get one, you decided maybe Jungkook didn’t actually care if you came, and would only tell you not to just to add to your arousal.

That was until, the next time you had sex, Jungkook pulled out of you immediately as you was about to reach your high. You whined, looking at Jungkook who had a smirk on his face.

“That was for cumming last time without my permission.”

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

The Journal

Request:  Could you write something where y/n doodles in her notebook constantly, frequently about Peter who she has a crush on, and one day he accidentally picks up her notebook and shoves it in his bag when he’s in a rush. She has to figure out how to get it back without him seeing the drawings of him and “y/n Parker” written?

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1,801

Genre: fluff

Notes: This fic is a lot longer than i thought it was going to be?? I hope you like it none the less:)

Mrs. Parker, Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, you lazily scribble in cute cursive writing.  Your fourth period calculus class was by far the most boring thing you had ever had the misfortune to suffer through. While Mrs. Smith’s hungover ramblings could be entertaining at times, you found that the class was a bit too simple for you to actively participate in so you spent the hour doodling in your notebook. Normally it was just whatever was passing through your head at the time but it seems that as of late you have had a one track mind.  Peter Parker has sat in front of your desk in almost every class since you started high school. He was perfect to you, the way he nervously stuttered when he had to speak to the class, the way his eyes light up when he really gets to nerd out, you were in deep. You don’t exactly know when this crush started but it didn’t matter too much anyways because he was interested in Michelle.

Even the thought of it made you sad, you mean of course he would like someone like Michelle. She was smart, pretty, and outgoing, she had everything going for her while you, the quiet girl in the back of the classroom had relatively nothing. She was exactly the kind of girl Peter should be with, so for now you would have to be content with your little day dreams. 

“For the upcoming final presentation, you will be partnered up with someone at random and you will be doing biographies on famous mathematicians, I don’t have the want or means to grade 700 finals.” Mrs. Smith groans from her desk. 

You perk up as she puts a list of names under the overhead projector. Your read down the list until you found yours an looked to the name adjacent and your heart skipped a beat.

“So,” Peter says, turning in his seat to face you. “What’s your schedule like after school?”

You two made plans to meet on Saturday at the library around 3 to hopefully finish your project in one fell swoop, the entire conversation from start to end had your heart racing and your palms sweaty. Today was Saturday and you sat in front of your mirror combing it into a new style for a third time. You let out a huff and just let your hair fall down.

“What’s the big deal, it’s just a study date. It’s nothing to get dressed up for.” You scolded yourself.

You grabbed your book bag and threw on a sweater to hopefully combat the chilly November air before walking out of your apartment and to the library.You arrived pretty early by accident, your nerves making you extra cautious. you take a seat in one of the many tables in the back of the library and pulled out a book, you planned on reading util Peter showed up.The scent of old books lulled you into some sort of trance, you read almost half your book before you realized that it was an hour past when he was supposed to show up. Your face scrunched up with worry as you pull out your phone, he had given you his number just in case you needed to contact him and now seemed like a good time to use it.

Hey Peter it’s Y/n! I don’t know if you forgot but we had a study date set up for an hour ago and I’m still here, if you can’t make it we can reschedule

You text. You pulled open your computer and started to do research, writing down anything and everything you could on the mathematician you were assigned, hoping that your crush was on his way.

Peter was in the middle of a new suit test with Mr. Stark when he felt his phone vibrated. He picked it up off of the workbench and let out a string of almost curses.

“Hey, better not let Cap hear you talking like that!” Tony exclaimed, laughing slightly at all of the alternatives for fuck Peter had just used.

“Oh no, Mr. Stark I gotta go! I had a study date thing today and I was supposed to be there an hour ago.” Peter whined, rushing around the lab trying to gather his things.

“Wait is it a date with that one girl you’re always  talking about? Oh Petey, how cute!” Tony said mockingly.

“Yeah we got paired together for something for school, is there anyway you could drop me off at Queens Library at Ridgewood in the next ten minutes?” Peter asked hopefully.

Tony scoffed, “Who do you think I am? You’ll be there in five.”

True to his word, Peter had made it to the library in 4 minutes and 56 seconds. He ran into the library, his bag flapping open and its contents were trying to spill out onto the floor only to be caught by a clumsy Peter. He raced as fast as he could to the back where you sat without being yelled at by the librarian and threw his stuff down on the table, making you jump in the process. You were staring at your computer and scribbling down some notes, your hair was now up in a quick messy bun and Peter swears he would never see such a beautiful sight again. Peter has had a crush on you since the end of freshman year, you were so soft spoken but everything you did say was impactful and important. You were so beautiful and smart but it sucks you would never notice someone like Peter.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry! I thought today was-”

“Shhh!” The old librarian hissed from her desk. Peter gives her an apologetic wave and sat down in front of you.

“It’s okay, I didn’t think you would stand me up on purpose.” You say with a smile, it made Peter smile as well.

“Yeah, sorry. So what all do we have so far?” Peter asked, pulling out his journal and delving into the project while trying to forget how cute you looked when you were trying to focus.

“Alright,” You said while yawning. “I think we’ve got it! 7 slides and 15 minutes worth of talking points, it should be enough” you say sleepily.

“Yeah, sound good,” Peter says, trying not to nod off. It was now 2 in the morning, the library was open 24 hours and the late night librarian was fast asleep at the front desk, you two were the only people inside.

You both stand up and gather your things and put them in your respective bags, not noticing that you had mistakenly grabbed Peter’s notebook and he had grabbed yours. The one with your doodles, the one with your writings, the one that you would die if Peter ever read. Neither of you had noticed a thing before you walked out of the building and onto the streets.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Peter asked, it was late and he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“Oh no Peter, you don’t have to do that! I only live a few blocks away, I’ll be fine.” you say, you say your goodbyes and then turn away from him and walk towards home.

Peter followed you home from the rooftops, he knew you said you would be fine but he just wanted to make sure. He watched you pull out some headphones and dance along to your music, chuckling when you slightly trip over your own feet. He watched you walk up your steps and pull out your keys before slipping inside your home. He let out a happy little sigh. He didn’t know the next time you two would hang out or even if you would hang out again but he was glad you got to spend some time together. He stood on the roof of the building across from your awhile more before turning around and racing back to his apartment before Aunt May could freak out anymore than she probably was.

The next day Peter found himself in the lab with Tony again, but this time he was just another pair of eyes for Tony to use.

“Hey Underoos, can you write this down for me?” Tony asked, his head down in the middle of his new project.

Peter quickly pulled out his journal and a pencil and flipped it open, what he found inside made his heart stop. Inside were tiny little pictures of you and a guy, some just little stick figures and some extremely detailed portraits but the thing that really stood out to him most was the cutsey writing all around the paper. Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, Peter’s heart practically leaped out of his chest.

“Hey kid, didn’t you hear me- Oh my god.” Tony said coming up behind Peter and checking out the notebook.

“Peter! Your crush has a crush on you!” Tony said giddily. He no longer was mocking Peter, he genuinely thought that this young love was adorable.

Peter’s face was red as a tomato and his mouth kept opening and closing like he was trying to form words but didn’t know how. Finally he lets out a small laugh, like he didn’t believe what he was reading.

Peter fist pumps the air and yells excitedly, “She likes me!”

Monday came around quicker than you wanted and soon you found yourself in the back row in your first period class. You were patiently waiting for class to start when Peter walked in. He walked up to you right away.

“Hey Y/n” He greeted. He seemed nervous and he kept looking around like someone was listening.

“Hey Peter, what’s up?” You asked, his nervousness was making you nervous.

“Uh, so listen,” he started, “we got our notebooks mixed up that night in the library-”

You could hear him after that, your own mortification was too loud to get past. Your face was burning and you silently wished for god to just smite you there.

“Y/n. Y/n, hey? Did you hear me?” Peter asks waving his hand in front of your face, he was blushing too now and you stood up.

“Did you read it?’ you ask quietly.

“Well I mean, yeah. That’s what I just-”

“Peter I’m so sorry, I understand if you don’t want me to talk to you again, it’s just a silly crush-” You cut him off Trying to apologize but he cut you off too, with his lips.

He kissed you sweetly, he didn’t push you to go further it was just a soft kiss to shut your mouth. He pulls away and you smile brightly at him..

“S-so? Uh, Do you want to maybe go on a date with me? Tonight?”

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Last First Kiss

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 8k 

Summary: Peter has a terrible night at Liz Allen’s party until he meets (Y/N) the new girl at midtown. 

Warnings: None 

“This was it”, Peter thought; tonight is the night. He’s going to finally ask Liz to the homecoming dance at her party. Peter was asking Aunt May for some pointers before he even got out the car, “Should I ask her to go on a date first? When’s the perfect time to ask her?” He rambled on and on. Ned and Aunt May both shushed him; he was so nervous for tonight. Peter just didn’t know how or when to shut up.

“Maybe, this is stupid. Let’s just go back home May and forget all this happened.” May locked the doors and rolled up her windows before Peter could get back in the car. “Peter, you’re going to go in there and tell Liz how you feel and if she doesn’t feel the same then it’s okay. Just as long as you were brave enough to say something.” She gave him a small lecture; sure she was like his best friend but she also knew how to be the grown up in these types of situations.

She began to drive away from the house; Peter took a deep breathe in and out and his palms were sweaty from all the nerves.

Peter and Ned made their way up to the steps of Liz’s door; letting themselves in. The pair both took in the whole scene of their first high school party.  

Peter’s eyes land on the beautiful Liz walking up to them, “hey guys! Thanks for coming to my party. Glad to have you here.” She gave both of them a genuine smile and then walked off to greet other people. Peter was flabbergasted; Liz had talked to him for the first time. This time it wasn’t Peter who is always asking her stupid questions or complimenting her outfits. “You’re a great party host Liz,” Ned nudged him basically telling him to shut up.

Ned turned to look at Peter; him shocked as he was. “Peter, close your mouth and stop staring before you look like a creep.” He did just that and then averted his attention to his best friend.

“Oh, right yeah. Sorry.” He apologized.

The whole night, Peter was trying to find Liz or just try and get alone but she was always MIA. He finally decided to give up; “maybe next year,” he thought. Peter was ready to go home but he couldn’t find his cowboy hat wearing friend. Peter searched for him all over the house and rooms; until he went up to the last room only to find Liz making out with the captain of the football team.

Peter was heartbroken; sure he knew he didn’t have a chance with her, but seeing her making out with some guy in front of his eyes was a sight he wanted to watch.

Ned finally called up Peter, “Peter! I totally forgot to tell you, but I left like an hour ago. I wasn’t feeling the party scene. So mom picked me up, sorry for giving you such a short notice. I’m sure it’s going great though.” Peter took a huge breathe in; trying not to cry. “Yeah, don’t worry Ned! Everything is going great. I’ll tell you all about it on Monday.” He tried hard to sound enthusiastic but this whole night was a bust and Peter didn’t want to Ned to feel bad. 

After getting off the phone with Ned; Peter sulked all the way to a small bench the new girl from school was sitting at.“Do you mind if I sat here with you?” Peter asked her pointing at the small bench. “Oh yeah, of course.” She scooted over to make some room for the unknown boy. After a moment of silence, (Y/N) finally introduced herself to him. “I’m (Y/N), I just felt like I should introduce myself to you.” She was rambling because she wasn’t good at making small talk and especially if she has to talk to the cute boy from her AP bio class. 

She noticed he seemed like he was in another planet, “are you okay? Why aren’t you inside enjoying the party?” (Y/N) didn’t mean to pry into his life but she liked helping people. “Oh sorry about that, I am Peter. I think we have bio together, right?” He apologized again which seemed to be the 10th time in one night, “also why aren’t you inside?” Raising his eyebrow at her. 

“I’m not going to lie, I never really wanted to be here and parties aren’t really my thing. Flash invited me; he’s been trying to hit on me ever since I started at Midtown High. I told my mom and she made me come; she thinks it’d be good for me. Oh, Peter. I’m so sorry for just throwing this at you.” She felt really bad; considering they just met and she was just throwing her issues at him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize to me. I don’t mind listening,” he chuckled. Peter wasn’t sure why but he felt like he could tell her anything; she just had this certain type of vibe to her. “I was going to confess to Liz Allen tonight, but I found her making out with the captain of the football. Then my best friend left without telling me and I don’t have a ride home.” He confessed about everything that happened on this crappy night to (Y/N). 

There was a moment of awkward silence but (Y/N) pulled out her car keys and jumped out of her seat, “let’s go Peter.” He was speechless; didn’t know what to say or do. Peter just sat their for a couple of minutes. Is he really going to go somewhere with a girl he barely knows?

He thought, why the hell not? What is she going to do to him?

The pair both walked out of the party together; Peter trailed a little behind her. It took a while to find her car, considering most of the kids at the school were there. They finally found her car; (Y/N) getting into the driver seat and Peter getting into the passenger seat. She just began to drive; not even asking what Peter’s address was.

“Do you uh need my address?” He finally broke the silence, “I’m not taking you home yet. But don’t worry I’m not going to kidnap you.” She laughed at how nervous he looked; ready to jump out of his bones. “I’m just taking you to a diner I’ve been going to ever since I first moved here; their sundaes are to die for. And plus, I think after tonight you might need some ice cream.”

“So, who’s your favorite superhero?” Peter asked her, while he took another bite of his hot fudge sundae. “In all honesty, I’m going to have to say Captain America. Not because he’s hot but because he honestly just kicks ass! What about you Peter?” The whole night, the pair were slowly forgetting about how they ended up in a small diner in the bronx but they both didn’t mind. (Y/N) was glad, she gave into going to the party. 

“I gotta say Spider-man, have you seen that butt?” (Y/N) busted out laughing; her laugh was just so contagious that he started laughing as well. They got some dirty looks from the waitresses, but they just continued to laugh and be carefree. The two both loved having each other’s presence around and they didn’t want to leave the diner’s little booth. 

“Well, it’s pretty late. I think I should be heading out soon,” Peter suggested. “My aunt’s going to be worried.” He got up to pay for their sundaes, “also I think I can just walk from here.”

(Y/N) didn’t want him to leave, but it was nearly 2 AM so what could she have done? “Peter, I’m driving you. I insisted on taking you here; I should be the one that takes you home.” She said matter of factly. Peter didn’t even try to fight back; he was tired and he didn’t want to admit but he wanted to spend more time with (Y/N) and get to know her more.

The two finally made their to Peter’s small apartment in Queens, “well here it is.” Peter said pointing at the apartments. 

“Thanks a lot, this really meant a lot.” Peter thanked (Y/N) and was about to exit the car until she stopped him, “I had a really great time. Maybe we can do this again? Unless you don’t want to but it’d be nice to make another friend from school.” She was rambling which Peter thought was quite cute. “Yeah, let’s totally do this again. I had a great time.” He gave her a genuine smile but didn’t get out the car yet; a comfortable silence just filled her small car.

(Y/N) yanked him by his collar and kissed him on his lips; Peter was shocked but he didn’t stop her. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me; it’s totally fine if you don’t wanna see me again.” 

Peter, himself finally did an impulse decision. He kissed her again; cutting her off when she was in the middle of her rant.

“Would you like to go to homecoming?” He looked outside her window; afraid of rejection. “Well I’m going to have to check my schedule, and it says yes.” She joked with him. 

He pecked her again on the lips, “Goodnight (Y/N). I’ll see you at school.”


a/n: i hoped you guys enjoyed thisssss :)))

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For the Drabble challenge - can you do Roman and whoever with #3? PS - you're my fave<3

a/n: awww, thank you!!! also this is probably angstier than it should have been? whoops?

03. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

warnings: self-deprecating language and thoughts

When Roman walks into the living room, Morality is curled up on the couch. He’s got his favorite blanket—a baby blue one with pictures of puppies scattered across it—wrapped tightly around him, and a mug of hot chocolate sits forgotten on the floor. He’s staring aimlessly at the TV, where Spongebob is playing, and his eyes are puffy and red.

Roman’s heart breaks almost immediately upon seeing him.

“My love?” He waits until Patton look at him, startled, before continuing. “Whatever is the matter? Are you well?”

Patton offers him a wobbly smile. “Yeah, honey. Fine and dandy. Just a little tired, that’s all. Do you need something?”

“I need you to feel better,” Roman says, determined. “Shall I warm your hot chocolate back up?”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that. I—”

“I want to.”

Patton hesitates, then nods at him. Roman picks up his mug of hot chocolate, carries it into the kitchen and sticks it into the microwave. Then he brings it back to Patton, encouraging him to sit up and sip at it. “Thank you,” Patton says. “You’re so nice, Ro. So nice and good and—and—”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Roman says, alarmed by the sudden presence of tears in Patton’s eyes. “What troubles you? What can I do?”

“It’s nothing, really,” Patton says, scrubbing a hand across his face.

Roman curls an arm around Patton’s shoulders, drawing him close. “Come now, darling—I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid. Something’s clearly bothering you.”

“That,” Patton says, suddenly fierce—he straightens up, eyes brightening as though he’s just stumbled upon an enormous realization. “That’s what’s bothering me.”

“Oh. Um. And what is that, exactly?”

“I’ve been feeling off all day and I couldn’t figure out why, but—but it’s because of you,” Patton says, breathless with realization and—and—

And oh, that hurt to hear. “Me?”

“Yes, you. You’ve been doing that all day, the—the talking down on yourself, the—”

Well, that’s surprising. “Talk down on myself? Dear, I think you must have misunderstood. I never—”

“Yes, you do. The whole—the whole ‘I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid,’ thing—you’re not an idiot or stupid, Roman, you—”

“That was a joke, I didn’t—”

“No it wasn’t. It wasn’t, because it feels like it wasn’t.” Patton curls his hand into a fist over his heart, trembling. “It feels bad. You feel bad and it’s making Thomas feel bad and it’s making me feel bad.”

Roman stares at him for a moment, taken aback. “I—I apologize?”

“Yes, you need to,” Patton says, squirming around and taking Prince’s face in his hands. They’re still warm from being cupped around his hot chocolate. “But not to me, to you. You don’t deserve to be talked about like that, even if you think it’s just a joke.”

Roman adores Patton, he really does—but sometimes the things he says are terribly far-fetched. “Are you quite sure that this is what’s making you feel bad? Because I’ve felt fine all day, so I don’t—”

“A hundred percent sure,” Patton says, leaning forward to push his forehead against Roman’s. “And I’m sorry you feel this way, Roman. You’re not stupid, and you’re not mean, and you’re not unreasonable. You can do things that are—are stupid or mean or unreasonable, but that’s not who you are.”

And for some unfathomable reason, that makes tears prick at Roman’s eyes. What the fuck? He felt fine, he’d been feeling fine, he was perfect. “Patton—”

“You’re—you’re brave, and you’re confident, and you’re creative, and I love you and you should love you too.”

Why doesn’t Patton just tear his insides out? It would hurt less. “I don’t—Pat—”

“So don’t talk like that about yourself. At least—at least not for the rest of today. Give yourself a break, okay? You deserve it.”

No, he doesn’t. He hasn’t done anything good all day—he’s just been moping around and playing video games and coloring in stupid coloring books. He even snapped at Virgil and—and those stupid tears are trying to force their way down his cheeks and this is ridiculous. He brings up his hands to scrub them away, but Patton stops him.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Patton says, his voice unbearably gentle. “It’s okay to feel.”

And Roman is gone—his breath hitches, the first few tears roll down his face, and then he’s outright bawling. He pushes himself further into Patton’s embrace, burying his face against Patton’s shoulder and shuddering. Warm hands rub circles on his back, and Patton’s voice is a constant, soothing murmur in his ear.

“You’re alright, Roman, shh-shh. I’m here, I have you—everything’s okay, this is okay. We’re going to be just fine. There you go, that’s it.”

What the fuck has Patton done to him? He was perfectly fine, and then Patton just reached inside and yanked his heart out and oh, it hurts, but—but at the same time, he’s relieved. Patton knows. Patton can help. Patton is helping.

“Sweetheart, can you look at me?” Patton asks, urging Roman’s face up. When Roman’s eyes meet his, he leans forward to scattered kisses across Roman’s cheeks and forehead. “There you are. I’m so proud of you, Ro.”

Roman blinks wearily at him, lashes sticking together wetly.

“Oh, honey. Come here. Snuggles.”

Patton rearranges them on the couch until they’re both lying down, tangled together with each other and with Patton’s blanket. Patton continues to press little, reassuring kisses to Roman’s face, even as he relaxes and closes his eyes. Emotions are exhausting, and he knows they’ll have a lot to talk about soon, but—

But for now, he is loved, and he is safe, and he is okay.

method acting

you once knew a girl, stitched together parts of people she had once been rather than a person herself. she was an actress and her name changed as easily as the shows she took part in,  but she took a part of the shows with her and never realized how much.

she isnt here anymore.

you once knew her as molly, cheerful and childish, sensitive and still innocent. she had bruises on her knees from the dance numbers but never once complained, and her hair was always perfectly done up in pigtails and everyone thought she was very charming and sweet. she didnt know of the fae or anything strange on campus but she was friends with the crows and everyone else because no one could resist her pure good-hearted friendship and she was truly one of the most beloved people on campus.

she changed her name once that show was over.

she was simply fox for a while,  cunning and graceful and this was when she started to realize that there were fae. she wore her costume and even her character out of the theatre, and she never once thought she was attached to the name because it was only a character, and the name made her stand out and wasnt that fun and good. there were people around her and there were people who werent people around her and she started to attract the attention of the second type more than the first. on opening night one of her costume items was a necklace made of teeth and no one looked long enough to question it but they all knew that she had made her first trade, with those crystal beads we all had as kids and no one thought twice about it not even the fae in the audience because jimothy had always been a strange one, and plenty of students had his teeth. and by closing night she had more costume pieces that no one could source, and sometimes her outline was a bit blurry onstage and she did look more like a fox than a girl but everyone put it up to the theater twisting the lines of suspension of disbelief because all of the actors playing animals did look a little strange and the theater was just like that, but fox herself was the strangest of all the actors onstage and everyone believed how she was acting wholeheartedly even if it did last outside of the theater and even after the show had ended but theater kids are just like that so no one payed it too much mind.

there was a break in shows and she wasnt cast and she went by another name that you now think may have been her true name,  but it has lost its meaning to the people she had once been by then. she was agitated and always auditioning for shows youd never known the university was producing but apparently they were,  and when she never got cast she would wander around with a listless look and the feeling that something was missing from her but what was it. without a show to put on she attracted no attention and there was nothing to see and she helped out backstage sometimes and shed see things but they payed her little mind as what was a stagehand compared to a lead actress. she was practicing constantly and her roommate complained of her being stolen by the fae and while it was investigated it turned out that no, she was just like this now and havent you realized by now that theater kids are just like this.

eventually, she was cast in something and she was the stage manager no not as in the position but that was her character and consequently her name. this was when she started making deals and even doing things for others who were too scared to do so. she seemed to know too much and no one knew how but she was safer than most people had been on campus at least that was what she though because how could anyone get attached to being called the stage manager and that protected her more than the iron ring she held or even the salt she carried around in her back pocket. and the actual director called for her to have glasses so she bought some silver framed glasses and for the first time she could see the fae but not so well it was more of a out-of-the-corner of her eyes thing, and though it was useful it wasnt enough until she stole away into a chemistry lab one night, no one knows how she got it, and when she came back she had telltale burns on her hands from silver nitrate, and she could truly see the world around her and for the first time she was scared.

and once finally she was maria and she was very proud of herself and overjoyed but terrified she was very paranoid at this point but it was really only a matter of time because it always is for actors they just dont realize it until too late and she had begun carrying iron and salt and even cream to appease the gentry and items of value for a trade but none of that can truly guard against a true name and hers was common knowledge and she realized that too late on opening night when she felt a certain spark any time anyone said maria which was far too often and she realized her mistake and it was too late and there was nothing she could do and she made it until the last show night because not even the gentry will disrupt a show but on the closing night after curtain call when she had done her final bows as maria and she walked offstage and people asked where she was headed and it was to the dressing room to take her makeup off (and people hesitantly believed her it was a tuesday and nothing does go terribly wrong on tuesdays) but later she was spotted wandering into the forest still in full makeup and costume with a dream-like expression on her face and softly singing and the hills truly were alive with the sound of music

and maria was never seen again but sometimes in the forest youll hear a faint melody and youll know it and youll wonder if shes still out there, or if she ever made it to where she was going through those hills

and youll realize the lesson that many have learned the hard way, that method acting is truly dangerous here



Pairings: Dean x Sister!Reader / Sam x Sister!Reader

Word count: 790

Warnings: Insomnia, think that’s about it

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15 years ago, I married this guy I met on the side of the road 😂 I knew when he was joining the Air Force I loved him too much to let him go without me 😂 Before he left for boot camp, we were driving around together on his last night before shipping off and he said “I want to ask you something.” I knew what it was lol. He asked me to marry him at an insane asylum, where I officially got my ring, about 9 months later when he came home for recruiters assistance. We were married shortly after that, and us two 18 year old kids who knew nothing except that we loved each other, moved to Alaska where we didn’t know anything or anyone. There were bets out there that we wouldn’t make it but here we are. Many deployments, countless TDY’s and a 1 year remote tour where we had to live apart on two opposite sides of the world couldn’t break us. Four moves, one kid, and six pets later, here we still are. So it’s been a crazy, interesting, lovely, ride with sad, bad, good and happy moments…. I wouldn’t change anything for the world. ❤️😊

Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (20)


Part 20 of an ongoing sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: The Sequel to Wrong Place Wrong Time: Life after the death of Red.
Main Characters include: Reader and EXO.

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

Word Count: 2,400 (ish)

You looked up at Junmyeon who was sitting on a sofa wearing sunglasses; he was extremely sensitive to light and so had to live this way until further notice. Kris scoffed.

“Should’ve blown up in your face.”

“Kris!” You elbowed him in the side, he still didn’t like Junmyeon. He wasn’t even willing to tolerate him.

“What?! It’s true” He hissed. “We should’ve sent Junmyeon to Luhan and persuaded Chanyeol to come back to the good side.” You shook your head and then turned to give Junmyeon an apologetic look but he just shrugged it off. It was apparent that he had grown quite used to Kris’ dislike for him.  

“Listen Junmyeon, if there’s anything you need just let us know and we’ll be happy to help, okay?” You stuck your tongue out at Kris and walked out of the room bumping into Minseok in the hallway.

“Woah, babe slow down.” He pulled you in for a hug and kissed you softly. You closed your eyes as you rested your head in the crook of his neck missing the warmth and comfort he gave you. You missed when it was just you and him alone at your own home.

“Minseok I hate this place.” You breathed. “I hate it so much; it’s taken away my happiness, my dignity and my best friend…” A warm tear escaped your eye and ran down his neck. He sighed in response.

“I know babe I hate it too. But it’s not long now. We’ve been training so hard, I’m so tired and sore. But it’s nearly over now Y/N once Luhan is gone we can live our normal lives again, I’ll be a proud dad and you’ll be a proud mum, hmm?” He raised his hands to your bump and stroked your stomach slowly.

“Nothing will ever be the same again Minseok. Not without Chanyeol. Besides what if it’s not the end what if we kill Luhan but there’s someone else who has it in for us. Or what if Luhan kills us before we kill him, he might destroy our family.” You shivered, the thought of Luhan successfully killing your family made you grow sick.

“Listen Y/N I won’t let that happen, okay?” He planted a kiss on top of your forehead. But this time you didn’t put your trust in him. Not because you didn’t believe that Minseok would do everything in his power to protect you and the baby, but because Luhan was very powerful, cunning and clever and it would be easy for him to do whatever he was willing. Luhan was a mastermind.
You nodded anyway since you knew that it would put his mind at ease if he thought that you were okay.

“Hey Y/N? Can I speak to you for a second?”

You looked up from Minseok’s shoulder and turned around. Baekhyun was standing there his eyes wide, with a phone in his hand. “Sorry if I’m disturbing you…”

“Ah, no it’s okay. We were done talking anyway.” You kissed Minseok on the cheek and allowed Baekhyun to drag you up the stairs and into his room. You sat on his bed and looked in amazement at his desk. There were 4 laptops operating all of which had lists of codes on their screens. You had no clue what any of it meant but it all seemed extremely clever.
Tech Geek, Make-shift surgeon. You had to hand it to him, Baekhyun was one smart kid.

“Did anyone ever tell you how clever you are?” You smiled lying down on his bed.

“No. But I tell myself that everyday anyway so I know.” He laughed childishly sitting down at his desk. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at you. “Are you okay? Do you want me to get you more pillows?” He motioned at your stomach.
You shook your head.

“No I’m fine.” You continued to stare at the numerous rows of codes that appeared on the screens. “Baekhyun how did you learn to do all of this. Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders and spun around in his chair.

“A bit of school and a bit of self-teaching I guess. I wanted to be a computer engineer, before Genesis…before my sister died. Up until the point of her death I loved nothing more than computers but when she passed I became obsessed with saving lives. So I started training to be a surgeon. I admit it feels rewarding saving a life…but there’s one life that I can never bring back…” He sighed looking at a picture on his bedside table you looked at it too. It was a picture of two kids. Baekhyun and his sister.

“Wow, you looked the exact same.” You smiled up at him, hoping that he would take it well and luckily for you he did.

“Yeah of course. She got her good looks from me you know. I was the first one out of the womb.” He laughed batting his eyelids. “Anyway… I called you up here for a reason.” He cleared his throat and spun back around to face the laptops on the desk. “So I was trying to do some digging and here’s what I was able to find. Let’s just call the safeguarded phones ‘hidden’ for now, for the sake of making explanation easier. So, I was able to get so far as to finding out this little bit of information it’s not very much but…”

“Hey Baekhyun, every little bit is a lot and it helps. Honestly you’re a star, don’t worry how little this information is, God knows what it will shed light on.” You smiled at him and waited for him to continue.

“You’re right I guess it helps. Well I was able to find that one of the hidden phones in this house has been making calls and texts to a hidden phone outside of the house, now for the sake of plausible argument let’s assume that the other hidden phone which is situated outside the house belongs to say…Luhan. The last time something was sent from the phone in this house was around the time that Junmyeon was flash-banged, so clearly someone in this house is keeping Luhan and his men up-to-date with what is going on within our walls. Now about the second hidden phone in this house.” He paused a moment. “Well now this is interesting you see. This second hidden phone has only been making texts to an external phone. Now, I’ve not been able to access the texts because they’ve been completely covered but what I can tell you is that the number of the external phone was not safeguarded. That number is the same number which belongs to Chanyeol’s phone. So someone in this house has been texting Chanyeol, using a hidden phone.”

Yours eyes widened in shock. You were definitely not expecting to hear that. Chanyeol’s phone?

“So Chanyeol is still alive?” You whispered, scaring your own self with the new information you had received.

“Not necessarily.” Baekhyun shook his head. “Someone else could be using Chan’s old phone to stay in contact with someone in this house. The only problem is…who do those hidden phones belong to?”
You were silent for a while a million thoughts buzzing around your mind as you seriously contemplated who the phones may belong to.

“Have you told Junmyeon yet?” You asked shifting on the bed so that you could get a better view of Baekhyun.


“Well what are you waiting for, let’s go and tell him!” You slowly got up from the bed and began walking towards the door, when you felt Baekhyun grab you back.

“Y/N wait…I can’t tell Junmyeon.” He pouted shaking his head.

“Why not?”

“Because this morning I saw him with two phones…” He sighed in defeat as though he was gutted that he finally let the news slip from his tongue. You stood there with your mouth open as you stared at Baekhyun. No it couldn’t be. Junmyeon couldn’t be the traitor could he? He couldn’t be the one working alongside Chanyeol. Maybe it was true; he really did still want you all dead. In that case Kris was not wrong to doubt him.

“So you’re telling me that Junmyeon is one of them?” You gasped, looking at Baekhyun expectantly.

“Look. I’m not sure, it may just be a coincidence I mean he is our leader and all so probably it’s normal for him to have more than one phone.”
You sat back down on the bed holding your head in your hands, trying to think properly.

“Wait Baekhyun can we just try and eliminate people because I’m just so confused right now.” He nodded and sat down beside you on the bed.

“Okay so far I don’t believe it’s you, Minseok or Yuna since you’ve been attacked and I might as well eliminate myself while I’m at it, because it is definitely not me. Something in my gut is telling me it’s not Tao or Jongin, but the rest… well I’m not sure.”He pulled a face and let out a breath. “Look we should go join the others I don’t want to raise any suspicions. If anyone asks we were talking about my ‘non-existent’ love life.” He got up to open his door.

“Hey Byun Baekhyun, did you figure out what that number code on the back of that note meant?” Jongin asked from his end of the dinner table, flicking his broccoli to the side. Half of you were still eating whilst the other half had finished.
Baekhyun shook his head and sighed. You had forgotten all about the sequence of numbers behind that note.

“What the fuck?…” Kyungsoo whispered frowning at his laptop screen which he had placed on the table in front of him. “What the…”

“What is it?” Junmyeon frowned looking over at the Kyungsoo, sunglasses still covering his eyes.
Kyungsoo spun his laptop around so the rest of you could see the screen. You squinted for a while because you didn’t know what you were looking at.

“Oh Gosh!” Junmyeon gasped, his mouth hung open in shock and his body was shaking. “It’s Senior. Kyungsoo where the fuck did you get this?”

“I don’t know! I was about to video call…my female friend and then the screen went blank and this showed up.”
You were currently looking at a screen. Where Junmyeon’s brother was sat in a small dark room, he was tied up to a chair and blind-folded, from experience you knew that this was not going to be good. He was shaking and you could hear muffled cries trying to escape from the cloth that was tied tightly over Senior’s mouth.


You screamed and jumped back as Luhan’s head popped up in front of the camera, a sadistic smirk painted across his face.

I’m sure you recall a couple of months back I asked you to send me Junmyeon or Y/N. You nominated Chanyeol and that’s cute and all and I appreciated the kindness so I made a mess out of that sacrificial lamb. His blood and guts were everywhere. I’m not even sure I cleaned up properly after it all.”

You whimpered at the thought of Chanyeol’s guts lying across the floor next to his severed body and his blood painted across walls.

“Now like I said that was cute and all, but I specifically remember asking for Junmyeon or Y/N. Listen, I stayed quiet for a while and I was really hoping that fire-stick would up the ante, but clearly you all didn’t get the message. Junmyeon as you can see… well maybe not properly but…TA-DA!” He smiled pointing at Senior, who let out another cry.
I’ll give you the address in exchange for one of you. Junmyeon I can rip out eyes if you decide to send yourself over. Or I can just kill Y/N, after I’ve carved that baby out.”

The screen went blank.

You were shaking in your seat, tears streaming down your face. There was no way you were going to live, he was going to kill you and you knew it. It was only a matter of time until he came for you.

“Babe I won’t let him touch you.” Minseok slammed his hands down on the table and stood up walking away from the kitchen.

“I won’t let him touch that baby.” Sehun whispered from beside you, his hands balled up into fists. You stared around the table. All faces were staring back at you.
Minseok returned with a case full of guns.

“We’re saving Senior and we’re killing Luhan while we’re at it! I’ve had enough of these damn threats!” He opened the case pulling out a gun from inside handing each of the boys a weapon. Your heart was racing everything was happening too fast.

“Shouldn’t Kyungsoo and the girls stay back at least?” Yixing raised a brow. “There’s only so much they can do.” He pointed at your belly. You nodded quickly, Yixing was right and you were scared so you were doing everything you could to make the others accept what he said. You frowned as you saw Junmyeon slip out his phone. He sent a text to someone, but before you got a chance to pull him up on it Minseok had rushed to the door demanding the guys go and ‘kill the dirty bastard’ any piece of love that Minseok had for Luhan was now long gone.

“I’ve just received an address.” Junmyeon said rushing over to the front door, gun in his hand.

“Junmyeon be careful! Please come back safely.” Yuna called running out of her seat. She ran outside of the house to where Junmyeon was stood and wrapped her arms around him tiptoeing to give him a kiss.

“Oh I will babe. I’ll come back alive. And thank you for all your support and the protection you’ve given us until now. Thank you 6-7-25-11” He lifted his gun so that it was level with Yuna’s head and shot a hole right through her skull.
You screamed as you stared at Yuna’s lifeless body laying in a pool of her own blood.

blue-mood-blue  asked:

Now I keep thinking about Angus getting to be a kid... I think Angus would get really involved in his classes sometimes and forget to do fun things. I like to think the twins would "kidnap" him from campus sometimes to make sure he did fun stuff with his friends (because they didn't always get to do the kid stuff growing up and Angus isn't gonna miss out on their watch).

yeah like angus being the classic “oh im too busy to do xyz i have to do this [work/detectivestuff/etc]!” type of kid. and then taako and lup (and lets be real, magnus and barry and everyone else tbh) being like, “hm. kid needs to goof off more,” and making sure that he has the time/opportunities to do dumb shit — it’s kind of interesting to think about, actually, because i bet the twins didn’t have anything like a normal childhood either, and so by taking angus to do fun stuff with his friends they’re kind of getting to do all the things they missed out on. so like, by making sure angus gets a childhood they get to have one too, just, a really belated one, haha. 

wonder what angus’s friends think of all the heroes angus knows, haha. 

also angus with an enormous, slightly weird family is just. very good. 

EXO Reaction when they have a daughter that’s like a carbon copy of his wife

Literally my mom and me. She’s like my twin.. sometimes people even ask us if she’s my sister… Xoxo, Admin A~

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*Always has to look twice* “I’m sorry little one.. for a moment I thought you were your mom… you girls love to drive me crazy!”


“It’s so cute how my two treasures look exactly the same… I need to paint a portrait.. yes! People in other galaxies will think you two are twins!”


“Sometimes I wonder why my girls doesn’t look like me.. but then I remember she’s as beautiful as her mother which works fine for me” *So proud*


“Because I know the effect your mother had on boys… I also know what you do to them.. so remember my girl.. that I won’t let any boy to take your hand… not until they pass the test I made…” *Overprotective father*


“You know… I couldn’t ask for a daughter more perfect than you baby… I’m so happy you are in our lives. But it’s not about you looking like your mom, no. even if you looked like me or didn’t look like us at all… I would love you with all my heart”


“Ah baby! You look just like your mother when we went to our first date! Flawless! That boy will love you, I’m sure of it!”


“yes little one… you can have anything you want… just just stop with that face” *Just like her mother, his daughter know exactly how to get what she wants with that puppy face*


“We did a good job jagi.. not bad… not bad at all.. out little one is the prettiest girl in the world with her mother”


“Why do you two always team up… you know you make me weak… this isn’t fair… aish my two girls… fine, we’ll go shopping”


“So… when you are older… you’ll be like your mom right? You know it would be funny if you found a boy that looks like me… Doesn’t mean I’ll approve right away though” *Always imagining weird scenarios xD*


“We made her right? But why she only looks like you? I’m really confused…did you clone her jagi?”


“So…my jagi.. to the square…. this means… I’m going to be even weaker now… my princesses….. we need a bigger kingdom” *$uho thinking big*

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maria-matilda  asked:

Do you think trying to start youtube is too late because of all of the problems it has going on?

uhhh depends on what you use it for and your goals for it are

Basically if you do anything controversial, and I mean anything, it’ll be demonetized. Like all my most popular videos got demonized-

So if you say anything with “excessive swearing” “offensive content” ( which we have all seen that basically means anything that’s about news or current events. Hell people got demonetized for having LGBT in the title)  “or sexual in nature” ( so any nudity, even for art is out)

Idk Youtubes stupid censorship is making people be very dissatisfied considering what was once a way to make money is now a hobby at best.

So if you make very family friendly shit like childrens craft videos then your good.

However I don’t use youtube for money, well not my main source of income, rather a platform to talk to others, so its resorted to hobby status. I think its worth it to make a community around yourself and your art but once a better video website comes along I’m ditching youtube

new to fishblr

Hey ya’ll, I’m Alex, and like the title says, I’m new to fishblr/bettablr/petblr etc. Some brief info: I have 3 tanks, a 5 gal quarantine tank (currently housing 4 juvenile black kuhli loaches), 20 gal community tank (1 betta, 6 danios, 3 striped kuhli loaches, 3 amano shrimp, a lot of MTS), and a 35 gallon bow front (not currently stocked, probably gonna have loaches, and maybe a centerpiece fish)

I’ve been keeping fish since I was about 12 (although not correctly unfortunately, I made a lot of mistakes when I was younger). I had to stop for a while, but this year I’ve gotten back into it.

I’d like to follow more people in the community! 

If you post anything about: 

- Aquariums

- Planted Aquariums

- Good/proper pet husbandry 

- Anything about your pets (can be fish/reptiles/birds/cats/dogs/rodents/etc) 

- General bio/educational posts (I majored in marine bio in college before I had to drop out)

- Are not homo/transphobic, racist, antisemitic 

- Are a nice person

I’ll take a look at your blog! If I do follow, it will be from my main blog (50shadesofthanekrios) but I reblog all fishy stuff to this blog. Thank you!

pixeledpurple  asked:

I loved your KO meets Bee headcanons! I'd love to hear anything more about these two you want to share. 💛❤️

I would love to!

  • - KO loves listening Bee’s stories of Earth. Sure he had time too to explore and get to know the planet but Bee clearly had advantages when it came to learn about Earth
  • - Since Bee was the first one to trust Knock Out, he’s the one who eventually would put the autobot insignia on KO
  • - Sometimes when racing Bee lets KO deliberately win just cause it makes him so happy. Knock Out knows this but because it’s so thoughtful and good willed from Bee he doesn’t have the spark to say anything
  • - When Bee has down time he spends it at the med-bay often cause it’s the quietest place and KO would just do his own thing anyway so Bee’d get some deserved rest
  • - Bee is the only one who gets to call Knock Out ”Knocky”
  • - They love irritating Ultra Magnus and some other older bots with puns and just being difficult on purpose. Stick it to the old people!
  • - Even though the war is over Bee still likes to train and learn new fighting styles and KO joins him sometimes, it also makes him more confident in this own fighting skills
  • - They’d get into pun wars
  • - Knock Out dislikes when someone dispels all Bee has done that affected how things turned out in the end. He hates when someone’s hard work goes unrecognised and under appreciated because he had to endure that for so long himself
  • - Just imagine all those peaceful moments when they take turns buffing each other
  • - At times a thought creeps up on Knock Out that there’d have been a time when he might have been able to hurt terribly or even kill Bee when they fought and it would have changed everything for everyone. He wouldn’t have this kind, supporting bot who trusts him and enjoys his company now. It’s so easy to see everything in hindsight and KO would love to live without this bleak thought.

Inspired by this video + 

thanks to @ziampoets for the inspiration too, here’s a first part of a possible story to come some of which is under the cut as it’s 


“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had Harry, even worse than the time you put me on that tv show for kids where I got gunged so I’d do better in the charts and I ended up getting covered in yellow god knows what and my single went down 20 places.”

Zayn glares at Harry whose facial expression changes several times from one of mock outrage to indignation to a smug smile.

“Yeah but the fun we had on all the Christmas cards and Birthday cards you received in the year after that though with your pouty face and that expensive haircut covered in yellow stuff, I mean who cares about your career when you give us material like that for years.”

Zayn mutters a swear word or three under his breath and questions once more why on earth he picked Harry Styles as his manager then as the driver stops the car and turns round from his seat to say, “We’ve arrived,” and Zayn looks out the window at the sign, he just wishes he could steal Marty McFly’s car and basically go back to when he ended up sat next to Harry at an event four years ago, and sit anywhere else but there.

The door opens next to him and Harry’s there holding it open and gesturing with a flourish towards the pavement and Zayn could hold the driver hostage, go back home and get his passport and travel to Australia and hide somewhere in the outback but Harry would probably be there first so there’s no use delaying the inevitable so he mutters a, “I really hate you,” which doesn’t even sound convincing to his own ears and jumps out the car.

It’s quiet on the streets but then again it would be as it’s just after 5am because this what he’s about to do, or think about doing more like, is top secret for at least a few more weeks and though it’s not the first time Zayn’s been up at 5am, it’s the first time he’s been up at 5am to go the gym.

He looks up at the sign, “Metaboli London’ and he could say no right now, he could turn away right now and Harry would try and persuade him, but ultimately Harry never forces anything, just like the gunge tank tv show, just like everything, and that’s why they work so well cause Harry as much as Zayn hates it, gets these things right and that’s why Zayn never says no, cause the reason his single plummeted twenty places was because it just wasn’t very good and yes he could say no to all this, and it goes so far against the grain that it’s crazy and yet he feels like if he doesn’t just try then he’ll regret it so before Harry can say anything before he can be that cajoling voice that’s more like his mum when he was trying to ride a bike for the first time,  Zayn, strides forward and opens the door calling out, “Well are you coming?” before Harry can even blink.

Zayn’s not the first one there, there’s a few faces he recognises, the people Harry had mentioned would be taking part.  He kind of knows a couple of them already, at least to say hello to, or in Louis Tomlinson’s case sing along drunkenly to Oasis songs at 4am at some crap showbiz party a few years back.

There’s a couple of daytime tv celebs and then a few others milling around who he sort of recognises but hasn’t a clue who they are and well, if he signs up to this, officially that is, then he guesses he’ll know them pretty damn well by the end of this journey.

“Here you go,”  Harry slips a bottle of water into Zayn’s hand which Zayn pulls his face at.

“Water?  Seriously Harry, does my face look like the face of a man that can even hold a conversation with someone at this time of the morning without a coffee in my hand or what?”

“Well it can definitely whinge for England at this time of the morning,” Harry responds drily, “Anyway, coffee dehydrates you and your body my friend needs to become a temple in the coming weeks if you aren’t gonna collapse and die on the first day out there so quit whining, have a sip or two of water and then, oh hey up, I think your motivation just walked into the room.”

Harry finishes his sentence with an accompanying waggle of his eyebrows and that’s all Zayn needs to know that someone fit’s walked into the room though fit in Harry’s eyes is a whole different kettle of fish to Zayn’s view of fit, but the sound of a someone clearing their throat pulls Zayn away from that thought as he undoes the lid of the bottle, turns around and well, okay maybe Harry’s idea of ‘fit’ isn’t all that different after all.

There are three fellas in front of them, two of them are engaged in conversation and nudging into each other laughing, one of them’s got bleached blonde hair with little bits of brown poking through at the roots, he’s whippet thin but there’s a solidity to him that speaks of someone able to take care of himself, and then the other guy is bigger and taller, dark haired and even from a little way away, Zayn can hear his Irish accent.  

Then there’s the other guy who’s stood a little bit further apart,  he’s about the middle in terms of height and size, he’s got hair and a lot of it, that looks far too artfully styled almost for this time of the morning and for a gym, and brown eyes, and even from here Zayn can appreciate the fella’s lips especially as he chews at them, he’s got a pair of pale yellow  jogging bottoms on and a cream coloured top on, just like the smaller bloke, he’s whippet thin but as the guy puts his hands on his hips and blows out what seems to be a frustrated breath, Zayn can see his arm muscles and well, fuck, no one told him he’d have to wear looser jogging bottoms today.

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im walking down the street on a nice summer day with two of my good friends and sufjan Stevens. out of nowhere a giant iridescent butterfly, bearing on its trembling wings a beautiful pattern hitherto unknown to mankind, descends from the sky and lands right on my face. we have nothing between the four of us to safely capture the creature, and if it flies away it could be lost to the world forever

my friend #1: oh my god camille look at that. ive never seen anything like it before. quick, you have to take a picture of it with your VIDEO PHONE before it flies away
my friend #2: she’s right camille!! if you take a picture of your face with the butterfly on it, we can show it to our entomologist friend who might be able to identify it!! quick, use your phone to take a picture
me: *looks over to sufjan stevens, sweating nervous bullets*
sufjan Stevens: *stares back at me, unmoving and utterly impassive*

Sad But True.


Here’s another addition to my Kink List, #94 Silly/Giggly Sex.  This scene is during 5x04 The End, as @deadlykittenkay wanted Endverse!Cas x Dean.

Summary: Cas gives Dean a blunt to chillax, so they chillax in Cas’s bed.

warnings: hand jobs, rutting, frotting, no penetration, smoking marajuana, high!Dean

word count: ~1400

Dean was shocked that Castiel had turned out this way.  High and preparing for an orgy with a group of desperate for anything women?

Cas, however, would have none of Dean’s worry.  “Dean, hey,” Cas said with a smile, going up to him and putting his hand on Dean’s shoulder, a place reserved especially for Cas’s hand.  “Everything’s good, no worries.”  Cas took something out of his pocket, holding it out to Dean.  “Try this, it’ll help.”

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