kid get in the car

"Johnlock wasn't canon in the original books"

You know what else “wasn’t canon in the original stories”?

-The modern day setting

-Mobile phones

-Texting

-Watson having a psychosomatic limp

-Watson having a therapist

-Watson and Stamford getting Starbucks

-Molly Hooper

-Mrs. Hudson being married to a leader of the drug cartel

-Mrs. Turner and her married gay couple (Mrs. Turner WAS Mrs. Hudson)

-Blogs

-Laptop computers

-Taxi cabs

-John’s gay sister

-Sally Donovan and Philip Anderson

-The lady in pink (the victim was a man)

-The scratched message (it was written in blood)

-The case being solved in one night

-Angelo’s

-Holmes and Watson sitting around inquiring about each other’s sexualities and history of significant others

-Mycroft kidnapping Watson

-Mycroft being in the first story at all (Holmes’ background was pretty much a mystery to Watson until the case of the Greek interpreter; he only made appearances in a couple of the 60 stories, not almost every Goddamn one)

-Watson murdering Hope to save Holmes

-There was no case of the Blind Banker

-Nor the Great Game (there were canon elements tied in - West and the Bruce-Partington Plans - but never in canon did Moriarty challenge Holmes to solve a series of puzzles to save people from being turned into suicide bombers)

-Moriarty kidnapping Watson at any point

-Moriarty was really only in one story, and foreshadowed in another

-Irene Adler being a dominatrix

-Adler was involved with the King of Bohemia, not Kate Middleton

-Adler being romantically/sexually interested in Holmes

-Adler elopes and escapes with her blackmail material in the end of “A Scandal In Bohemia”; she outsmarts Holmes

-The fear gas from The Hound Of The Baskervilles
-Baskerville being a secret laboratory
-The glowing rabbit
-Holmes was barely in The Hound of The Baskervilles at all
-Moriarty stealing the Crown Jewels
-Holmes testifying against Moriarty in court
-Kitty Riley or whatever that ginger reporter’s name was
-Moriarty publicly discrediting Holmes
-Moriarty went over the side of a waterfall in Switzerland; Holmes did not willingly jump from the top of a hospital in London. And Watson was not there to witness it.
-Holmes was gone for three years, not two. Before his disappearance, Watson married Mary Morstan and moved out of Baker Street and she passed away some time during Holmes’s absence.
-Mary is a governess, not an assassin, and initially a client of Holmes before marrying Watson
-Sebastian Moran attempts to assassinate Holmes, not Mary
-There is no bomb threat on Parliament
-Subways
-Watson is not thrown into a bonfire
-Holmes actually explains himself to Watson upon returning and Watson forgives him. He does not beat Holmes repeatedly (in fact, he faints).
-There is no wedding celebration story for Watson and Mary (ACD could barely remember her name)
-James Sholto and Watson have no connection (professional or otherwise)
-Mary and Watson never have children
-Billy Wiggins is a street urchin, not a drug dealing adult
-Charles Augustus Magnussen is actually Charles Augustus Milverton
-Holmes doesn’t court CAM’s PA, he courts her maid (under the guise of a plumber)
-Lady Smallwood does murder CAM, not Holmes
-Mary doesn’t shoot Holmes
-Airplanes
-The entirety of The Abominable Bride
-Twitter
-Mary never goes along on cases (outside of The Sign Of Four, she barely gets any dialogue at all)
-Some kid doesn’t disguise himself as a fucking car seat
-Margaret Thatcher
-The AGRA team
-Mary doesn’t die by gunshot
-Watson doesn’t blame Holmes for Mary’s death
-Mrs. Hudson never stunt drives a Martin Aston
-Culverton Smith only kills one person that we know of, his nephew Victor Savage. There is no mention of a daughter.
-Smith attempts to infect Holmes with a deadly virus, not drugging and smothering him
-Holmes fakes his own illness for Smith’s sake, not for Watson
-THERE IS NO EURUS
-THERE IS NO EURUS
-THERE IS NO EURUS
-Drones
-Baker Street getting blown up by a grenade
-Sherrinford is the third Holmes brother, and only in paracanon
-The Three Garridebs is totally wrong
-Musgrave is not the Holmes’ summer home
-“Redbeard”/Victor Trevor is not a little boy who was Holmes’ childhood friend. He was Holmes’ friend for university whose dog bit Holmes.
-THERE
-WAS
-NO
-EURUS

So don’t tell me Mofftiss couldn’t have Sherlock and John be in an openly romantic relationship because it wasn’t in the original canon.

Writing Character Arcs

Post suggested by @amethystvalkyrie.

Let’s get this out straight away: You cannot disregard character arcs. The way you can think of character arcs is that readers usually come for the plot but stay for the character because you can have a kick ass plot but if the characters don’t have depth and don’t grow or change throughout, then the readers can’t connect to the story. Readers need to care about the character to care about what they are going through and the best way to do this is through their arc. Now, though attention to character is always important, certain genres demand more than others just like certain genres demand more plot than others. For example, literary, contemporary YA, and romance put more emphasis of character than more plot-driven genres like thriller, adventure, fantasy and sci fi. In any case, character arc enhances the story but it can be tricky to understand how create this arc and how to use it to better the story, so here are some tips:

  • Really, think of it as a curve. Okay, so maybe not a nice smooth curve, more like one with a bunch of bumps and squiggles in it. Also, the direction of this curve depends on who you want your character to become. Usually, a protagonist will arc up, starting at point where they have some personal obstacles to overcome, whether this is just a few things or a major attitude adjustment. You can also have characters that arc down and progressively get worse, like a villain or a tragic hero. The point is that as the time goes on, your characters should move on the Y axis (sorry for the math). You can actually plot it out if it helps you understand the rises and falls of your character’s arc.
  • Find what each character really needs to change. What is holding them back from achieving their goal? Why is it so important that they change? What would happen or who would they be if they don’t change? Alternatively, what can go wrong if they change or change for the worse? Remember that not every character arc is a positive one and sometimes readers need to see the characters fall to understand what is at stake and cheer for them more when they get back up.
  • Don’t make it sudden or pointless. Like anything else in your story you want to make the character’s advancement (or deterioration) have a cause and effect relationship. Something that happens in the story causes the character to have to change or at least consider how their actions are impacting others and their own life. A drunk who gets into a car accident and nearly kills their kid. A hero whose selfishness nearly causes the destruction of a village. Typically, the biggest shifts happen near the climax where the stakes are highest and the character has to make the biggest decisions.
  • Don’t make the character passive. Passive characters, in particular passive protagonists are unbearable. These are the ones that have the plot happen to them rather than contributing to the direction and outcome of the events. A character needs to take charge of their own destiny even if it’s a story where destiny is literally coming after them. Like I said before, some genres have more room for this than others. A high-stakes thriller that’s more plot driven has moments where the characters have to struggle to keep up with the events happening to them, but they should still be making the major decisions that ultimately lead to the conclusion. When the characters aren’t being decisive they can’t grow or change and their personal story stays flat and boring.

Amity Park’s kids having the most disturbingly dulled sense of danger tho

like someone climbs onto the school roof to get a football and the teacher’s freak out and they’re like, bruh chill I’ve climbed shit taller than this to get out of range from a ghost fight, someone burns their hand on a bunsen burner in science class and the teacher is freaking out and rushing them to the sink to run it under water and the student’s just like, tbh it’s not that bad I got skimmed by an ectoblast once that was way worse

kids standing there filming ghost fights and laughing when they almost get hit by a fucKING CAR, little kids never fearing the monster under their bed or in their closet because all the monsters are more likely to be found on the streets

the number of reckless teenagers becoming adrenalin junkies skyrockets, daily life has become so full of casual danger that they start to miss it when the ghosts take a day off, teenagers unknowingly getting addicted to the thrill the ghost fights bring to their lives

a store gets held up at gunpoint and the young jaded employee is just like, I literally ran a gigantic ghost wolf out of here with a broom last week I really don’t give a shit, horror movie and video game jump scares don’t do shit for these kids, girls walk around town in the middle of the night hardly fearing their safety because if they can successfully run away from a huge ghost tiger they can run away from some back alley creep

kids barely glance either way when crossing the roads because they’re so used to noticing things from the corner of their eyes, games of ‘truth or dare’ become games of 'dare or gtfo’

just kids who’ve grown up in this town knowing all the nurses at Amity hospital by name because if they’re not in there from a ghost fight it’s because they tried to ride their skateboard off a roof into a pool because 'a ghost dropped me from three storeys high into a lake once and it was awesome’

Block my driveway? I'll go ahead and take your vehicles.

(warning: long story)

Friday night here in the country can get a little crazy sometimes so I don’t mind when my neighbors cause a ruckus or loud party as long as its not too crazy. Tonight I’m on call for Virginia State Police towing rotation which means I’ve got 25 minuets to get to where ever the wreck/DUI/impound/etc is.

As luck would have it, my neighbors are having a party and guess what’s blocking my driveway? That’s right, about 25-30 cars. I live down a dirt road at the end of a cul-de-sac, and its pretty narrow. One in one out type of deal, and with this rain we’ve been having, parking in the grass/clay/mud is really not the best idea. Even with a 4x4 it can still get tricky.

I noticed a few cars coming in early this evening and walked over to my neighbors and made it pretty clear I was on call and as long as they didn’t block the road or my driveway all would be good. No problems here. Well I get a call from my boss asking if I can go warm-up the Rotator and the light duty flatbed (tow trucks). Its about 12:30AM so I get my boots on and other gear because if I’m up I might as well stay at the shop and clean a few things to stay busy and make the night move along.

Keep reading

Waiting

Request:  Can I have an imagine that you are the youngest avenger and in love with your friend peter parker? when he figures it out he distants himself cuz he likes liz. but with new stark-xavier scholarship program jean (your bff) and pietro (your ex) comes to the tower and something blossoms again between pietro and you so Peter becomes jealous and finally realizes his feelings?

Word Count: 2,979 (holY SHIT)

Warnings: angst? fluff? maybe you’ll hate the ending? who knows???

AN: oh my GOD THIS IS LONG. this is the first request i’ve done & it was a bit of a challenge but i’m always up for pushing myself. kinda iffy about this lol let me know what you think, enjoy :) im sorry its so long aiyaiyai

Originally posted by v-writings

You watched Peter behind your lockers door, hiding in case he would ever catch you in the act. You weren’t close with him, but you both knew each other enough to match a name with the face. Especially you. After being infatuated with Peter ever since the beginning of sophomore year, you did your best to make him feel the same way but could never succeed thanks to Liz Allan. Peter whizzed past a group of people in the hallway as he made his way over to his best friend, Ned.  

The two of you were close, best friends since junior high, but knowing how intense you can be with your feelings, you decided to back off just a tad. Nothing too bad.

“Peter’s smart and everything but, man, he’s clueless when it comes to you.” A voice comes from behind you that causes you to jump back into the lockers.

“Jesus, can’t you ever greet me like a normal person, Michelle?” Grumbling, you close your locker before walking through the hallway with her. She was the only person who knew about your ‘little’ crush after she caught you staring at Peter during lunch without blinking. You were hesitant to admit it at first but eventually gave in. He hasn’t spoken to you about it, so you figured she never wound up spilling the beans.

“Where’s the fun in that? In my defense, I do it so often that you should be used to it by now.” She continued with her rambling as your attention drifted to Peter, looking over your shoulder to look at him one last time and waving at him as soon as he caught your glance, grinning and giving you a nod before you walked off with your friend.

“Are you even listening to me?” Michelle interrupted your thoughts, gently pushing your shoulder back.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m listening. I’m easily scared or whatever.” She rolled her eyes at your lame excuse of covering up.

“I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Michelle said her farewells, “and don’t forget to wipe some of that love-drool you’ve got going on there.” She joked, pointing to the corner of her mouth before turning around and walking away.

You stood at the school’s back parking lot, waiting for your ride. You were supposed to be meeting Tony Stark at the Tower for some meet and greet. You watched as a small, black car pull up in front of you and began making your way to open the back door when someone’s hand grabs hold of the handle before you. Looking to your left to see who it is, your heart stops

“Peter?”

“Y/N?” The two of you stood in place, looking at one another with a confused look on your face. “What are you doing? This is my ride.” Peter stated.

You shook your head, “I think this is my ride.”

“Will you two kids get in the car already? Mr. Stark wants to see you both.” The driver up front exclaims impatiently. Without saying a word, you swing the car door opening and rush inside with Peter behind you.

You sat as far away from Peter as you could with your hands in your lap, your fingers continuously tapping at your thigh. Peter looked out the window, quickly glancing to his left. “Seriously. What are you doing?”

Turning your head to him, you ask him the same thing. Without risking his entire identity to some girl he barely spoke to, he clenched his jaw and averted his gaze to his shoes. The rest of the car ride was quiet and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. How are you supposed to tell one of your best friends you were an Avenger?


Once the car parked in front of the Tower, Peter immediately pushed the door open and wasted no time to shut it behind him. You followed him, making sure to keep your distance.

“I see you two have already. Good. Less for me to do.” Tony met up with you both and led the way inside. “So we’ve got this thing going on, the Stark-Xavier Program. There are a couple of kids coming in from Westchester and it’s your job to make them feel welcome and all that. Got it?” He turned to look at you and Peter, raising his eyebrows.

You nod in understanding and asked him when these people were coming in. Tony lifted his wrist to eye level, “Any minute now.”

As if on cue, a group of people came in through the entrance, curiously looking around. Tony called them over, waving his hand in the air and began to introduce himself and the whole purpose of this program. You stopped listening as soon as you started to look through the small crowd. Everyone differed in everything. Suddenly, your eyes stopped once they met a familiar pair brown eyes and silver hair.

Quickly looking away, you shoved the idea of seeing him again to the very back of your mind and tried listening to Tony again. Every now and then, you’d try to force yourself to look back at the set of eyes but restrained yourself. 

“And who are these two young ones standing beside me? To my left, Peter Parker. Otherwise known as Spider-Man.” Your eyes widened and you turned your head to look at Peter for the first time in half an hour. He looked at you sheepishly, his hand tightly gripping his backpack’s strap.  

“To my left, Y/N, basically your modern day Avatar, The Last Airbender. Controlling the earth, wind, air, and fire.” You shyly waved to the crowd, putting on your best smile. Now it was Peter’s turn to look at you. He couldn’t believe what just came out of Tony’s mouth. He’s known you for such a long time and it’s only now that he discovers such a secret? Granted, you two were never really close anyway. “Mingle, mingle. And meet back here in 30 minutes, troops.”

Everyone split off into different groups, some walking with people from their own, some to you and Peter. A girl with hair as orange as fall leaves approached you and introduced herself, putting her hand out for a shake, “I’m Jean.”

“Y/N.” You shook her hand firmly.

“Yeah, I heard. I even heard you can control the elements? Holy shit, that’s cool. I’ve just got telekinesis and the other ‘tele’ powers there are.” She waved her hand, dismissing her powers.

“No way, that’s awesome. I’d take being able to move shit with my mind over moving water and rocks.” You paused for a moment. “Actually, saying it out loud, they sound pretty similar.”

Jean chortled, putting a hand to her chest. “Pretty much, yeah. So what’s it like getting to work with Spider-Man?” She pointed her head toward Peter.

“I actually didn’t even know he was Spider-Man until today,” you admitted, “I just knew him through school and stuff.” Both of you began walking around the Tower beside each other.

“He’s cute though, right?” You blush at her admittance, nodding slightly. You told Jean about your crush.

What’s the harm in telling her, you thought, no one at school knows who she is. “It’s just one of those I like him, he doesn’t sort of thing.”

Turning the corner, you see someone out the corner of your eye. Looking to see who it was, a blurry figure came running toward you. “Hi.” And at that moment, you realized what you were doubting earlier turned out to be true.

“Pietro. Hi.” He stood across from you, his brown eyes looking into yours.

“You two know each other?” Jean interrupted.

“We dated. Didn’t we, Y/N?” Pietro put his arm around you and grinned at the redhead, standing there with raised eyebrows.

Peter slowly walked out of the hallway he was earlier in for the bathroom, he was trying to process what he heard. Hearing you confess your feelings to that other girl he had no idea was made his chest tighten. Then he realized there was only one way to avoid this, right?


“It’s been awhile, huh?” Pietro sat beside you, trying to make himself comfortable.

“Why did you leave?”

He sighed, lowering his head, “Are we really going to talk about this right now? This is the first time we’ve seen each other in practically two years, Y/N.”

“Exactly, which is why I need to know why you randomly left me without even saying goodbye.” Your voice cracked after opening up old wounds. Pietro solemnly looked at you and took your hands in his.

“I was young, okay? We were young. The both of us didn’t know what we were doing.” You felt his grip around your hands tighten. “I’m sorry. When I found that school for people like us and you-you didn’t come with me I just.. I got so angry and I thought there was nothing left for me to do other than to just leave.” Pietro’s eyes had tears welling up at the edge, threatening to fall off with one movement as he apologized profusely.


His tears had already begun to fall as you comforted him while thinking back to the time you two were together. He felt so out of place and wanted to two of you to run away together. You said no because you were worried what others were going to say. But, upon realizing it, isn’t that why he ended up running away in the first place?

“No, there’s nothing to be sorry about.” You looked into Pietro’s tear-filled eyes and slowly moved your hand in front of his face, pulling the tears away and disposing them to some land of grass beside you. “I hated it when you cried.”

“Xaviers’ kids! Gather ‘round!” Tony called out, grabbing everyone’s attention. Pietro looked at you one last time before you told him to go.


While Tony took the others around the Tower, you spotted Peter sitting by himself near the entrance. You called out to him and he didn’t respond. Walking closer to him and taking a seat on the floor near him, you called him again.

“Peter. Hey.” He looked at you and said a soft hello before staring at the grass in front of him again. “What’s wrong? Did something happen, Spider-Man?” You teased, leaning your body toward his and nudging his shoulder.

Peter immediately stood up and said, “Listen, I gotta go. Tell Tony to call me. I’ll see you later.” With that, he left you sitting by yourself, wondering what the hell just happened.


4 ignored calls, 10 read messages, and a whole night later, Peter still didn’t talk to you about what happened earlier. You sat at your regular lunch table with Michelle the next morning, explaining to her what went down (obviously trying your best to keep the whole superpower thing out of the way).

“The fuck’s up with him.” Michelle wondered, watching him as he took a seat next to Liz.

“I don’t know. Whatever it is, I don’t like it, either.”

“You don’t think he heard you when you told that girl, did you?” She suggested. 

“I-oh shit.” You groaned, smacking your palm against your forehead. “You’re probably right.” Resting your head on the table, you mentally scolded yourself for having such a big mouth.

“Sorry, kiddo.” Michelle gently patted your head as you continued with your groaning.

Tony had someone pick you up from school again since you didn’t want to wallow in your room over the end of your friendship with Peter and being left alone with sad music and chocolate. He wasn’t answering anything; he wouldn’t text back or call. Peter wouldn’t even have full conversations with you, just one-worded replies.You knew that with him finding out the trust, something bad had to come out of it.  

Eventually, you realized you had to let some things go.

Once you stepped foot on the property, Pietro came running by your side, practically knocking the wind out of you. You left the Tower last night on good terms with him. You didn’t want to spend your whole life wondering what would’ve happened if the two of you if you didn’t let him back into your life.

“Could you wait a sec?! Not everyone’s as quick as you!” Jean yelled, a couple of feet behind Pietro. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi, Jean!” You and he walked to her, quietly laughing at her out-of-breath state and exhausted face.

“I’ve got something for you,” Pietro said.

“What? No, you didn’t have to do anything. I mean, if anything I’ve been a bitch to you in my head.” He chuckled, shaking his head, and pulling you near him.

“No, no. I wanted to, don’t worry.” He looked ahead at Jean. “Turn around! We’re showing her the thing!”

A groan erupted from in front of them, “Are you kidding me?! I ran all this way!”

“Let’s go.” Pietro took your hand and guided you to the Tower’s patio. Which was basically a huge backyard.

Once you, Jean and Pietro started to walk through the building, Jean pulled you closer to her body. “You should’ve seen him today, he was working his ass off.”

“Wait, what is this surprise supposed to be?”

“It’s a surprise.” Jean winked, pushing you back to Pietro before she left you alone with him. You continued to walk in between your two new friends until the door to the patio was in sight. The closer you walked to it, the bigger knots your stomach twisted into, anticipating this surprise. You caught a glimpse of lights that were hung from the ceiling as well as Tony standing beneath them. 

Growing closer, you asked Tony what he was doing here. “This kid wouldn’t stop bugging me until I gave him the patio to trash.” He patted Pietro on his shoulder, giving him a nod before returning to your conversation, “It looks good, don’t tell him I said that.” Tony whispered.

As Tony walked away, the space that his body blocked had finally been revealed, a string of fairy lights and artificial vines hung from the ceiling and crept their way around the pillars. Under the ceiling was a table with a candle placed in the center it, its flame dancing with the wind. There was a dark gray couch against the wall covered in throw pillows. 

“Pietro, this is amazing. You did this?” Making your way to the couch, you stared at the objects hanging from above. 

“It didn’t take too long. Super fast and all.” He shrugged his shoulders and sat beside you.


Peter paced around his room, biting his thumb and thinking over the past couple of days. He checked his phone, scrolling through the messages he received from you.  

Peter. 

I know you’re reading this, you should turn your read receipts off.

Come ON Pete

I know you know. But I don’t want to lose you over this 

I’ll talk to you some other time, then

“You’re such an idiot,” he called himself out, knowing he most likely ruined one of his greatest and longest friendships in his life. Feeling his phone buzz, he quickly pressed the home button to check his notifications. A feeling of disappointment filled him as he read that the text from Tony.

Come visit me, there’s this revision i made to the suit and I need to test it out. Make sure it doesn’t kill you or anything.

Peter made his way around the city, still thinking of ways he could manage out of this gigantic pile of shit that he’s buried himself under. And once he made his way to Stark Tower, he had to talk around until he found Tony because he’d never answer his calls. Walking inside, he was just about to hop into the elevator until he heard a familiar laugh.  

Following the noises, it brought him to the patio. “Y/N?” He called out, stepping outside.  

“Do these look good on me?” You laughed, slipping on Pietro’s signature goggles.  

“It’s like I’m looking in the mirror.” He grinned, wrapping his arm around you.  

“What are you doing?” You jumped once you realized someone came in stiffened at the person standing in front of you. 

“Peter, what are you doing here?” 

“Who is this, Y/N?” Peter insisted, his hands formed into a tight ball, his knuckles already turning white. 

Pietro stood in front of you and holding his arm out in front of himself, “Buddy, why don’t you take a step back and just relax?” 

Peter roughly pushed his arm away, becoming angrier at this. “Peter! What the hell is your problem?! You don’t speak to me in days and this is how you come back?” You stood up beside Pietro, holding him back from making a decision he’s bound to regret.  

“I love you, Y/N! After all this time. And I’m sorry for treating you this way, I just- I didn’t want to leave things the way I did and I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t tell you how I really felt. I love you.” 

“Are you serious, man? You come all the way here an-”  

You interrupted Pietro, standing in front of him, “I got this,” you mumbled before looking at Peter, “Peter, I’m sorry. But you left me after.. after all these years that we’ve known each other and that is the most horrible feeling that someone could experience. Not only to lose your best friend but to lose him after waiting for him to like after all this time.” You stopped yourself before you started to completely lose it, “You couldn’t expect me to wait for you forever. I’m sorry, Peter.”

Ever mess with the wrong guy?

Friend told me about a guy he knew named “Ben” and how he met out some crazy revenge:

Ben was driving himself down Johnson Rd. Now Johnson Road was one of those uncommon roads in suburbia that was kind of narrow. As he was driving, there were these three teenagers, 16, 17 and 19, walking shoulder to shoulder along the road with their backs to him. Not trying to hit them, Ben moved to the far left side to avoid them and give them enough safe space.

Turns out it was a ruse by those three kids to get cars to pass along them just like that. When he passed by them, they took out baseball bats they were hiding and started smashing his car as he passed. Took out his side mirror and minor damage.

Ben wasn’t too happy so he pulled over and got out of his car to address this, not too smart since it’s already 3 to 1 but you’ll understand in a minute. The three kids see him and realize their advantage and start charging at him, bats raised.

Now here’s where it gets good.

Ben pulls out a gun and tells them all to freeze. Turns out, Ben’s a retired Marine with a concealed weapons permit. The three kids freak out and stop dead in their tracks, arms raised. Ben directs them to get on their knees, lay facedown, and keep their arms and legs spread-out. Now this was back in 2000 when cell phones weren’t as common, but Ben happened to have one. He called the cops on the kids right then and there. He said, “My name is Ben, I’m on Johnson Road and three teenagers just attacked my car and threated to attack me. I am carrying a gun with a permit and have them on the ground and subdued, I need an officer to come by here as I am pressing charges and I want them arrested. When the officer arrives, I am the one with the gun and I will follow his instructions.”

The kids start begging for him to let them go, cursing each other, and probably giving sob stories but Ben’s not listening. The cop arrives, orders Ben to put down his gun, which he does, and then it gets better!

Turns out the cop is a retired Marine too! He hears Ben’s statement, sees the evidence, and then they have this exchange:

Cop: “So they came right at you?” Ben: “Yes.” Cop: “And you didn’t shoot them?” Ben: “No, they listened to my commands so I didn’t see the need.” Cop: “That what they’re teaching now?”

The cop then looks at the three kids and says, “You’re lucky you got him and not me, I’d have shot all three of you, coming at me with bats. If this guy would have shot all three of you dead, told me what happened, I’d send him on his way.” So the three kids get arrested and the cop tells the two youngest that they’re probably going to screw up their lives if they keep this up. He tells the 19 year old that he’s over 18 and an adult so it’s too late for him, he’s going to jail for this.

Then it gets better.

They all end up in court and, as it turns out, the judge’s son is currently in the Marines. He tells the other two that they’re going to be tried as adults too and eventually all three go to jail for the maximum sentence our state allows for this crime!

Today my son Jack saw a baby. 

There was a baby in the breakfast place this morning, probably about… 8 months old? Sitting in one of those attached-to-the-table sling chair things? And this baby was excruciatingly cute. Fat little cheeks and soft cloud of cherubic blonde curls and big, sparkly manga eyes.

And the baby kept crossing their little bare feet and every time they did Jack was like “!!!!!!!” And he kept like, pausing breakfast and looking at the baby and like ??? cooing. Saying “Ooooooooo,” and smiling at this baby.

Finally we get up to go and he walks right up to this baby and puts his hands into this baby’s little soft cloud of baby curls and he looks at baby’s mom and says “This baby is the cutest baby. This baby is so sweet and I want to snuggle it.“ 

And I was like "OMG SORRY MY BIG KID IS TOUCHING YOUR BABY” and Jack’s like “PLEASE NO LET ME KEEP TOUCHING THIS BABY” and I pull him away and go pay and he is like, watching this baby like a hawk the whole time

And he says bye and blows a kiss to the mom and says, “Please give this kiss to that baby from me.” and she says she will and she’s like, nearly crying, and I’m like beet red, and we go outside.

And we’re standing there in the middle of the square, bustling with people, and Jack yells at the top of his lungs “I!!! REALLY!!! LOVE!!! BABIES!!!”

And I’m like “I totally know, dude, babies are great” trying to hustle him to the car and he’s like “Mom, mommy, did you see that baby it was so cute and sweet and soft and I know we can’t have one but I want one and I want to hold it and keep it and it to be my brother or sister and it’s so hard because I just want to touch all babies.” It’s like a run-on-paragraph of babylove. And I’m like “I know I know I know” trying to strap him into his car seat before he takes off and decides to rub his grubby big kid hands all over this precious babyskin again.

We finally get in the car and we’re like getting ready to take off and he says, “Don’t worry Mommy. I will get you a baby someday.”

And this is why I am now concerned my five year old son is going to kidnap somebody’s infant.

Imagine...Being Early

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

Request: Could you write a fic when the reader is pregnant (it’s Sam’s) and stays with Jody because she don’t want to be alone in the bunker because she’s almost due and then contractions start?

Pairing: Sam x reader


Keep reading

Dont want to control your brat? I'll have your car towed

So I went to the doctor today for a check up physical. Well a woman parks in a spot near the door that says “No parking anytime. Car will be towed at owner’s expense” or something along those lines. Well she rushed in with 2 kids so I gave her the benefit of the doubt that maybe something major happened. Well I head inside and find them in the waiting room and nothing seems wrong. I sit there and soon regret forgetting my earbuds because her 2 brats were making so much noise and she wouldnt tell them to stop. Other people looked annoyed too and someone spoke up “please control your children” which she replied “they are children they make noise!”.

Well after a dreadful 30 minutes or so the noise did not stop. A staff even asked her politely to quiet the kids so she said a half assed “use your indoor voices” and of course that didnt do shit. So I knew what I had to do. I went over to the receptionist (or whatever you call the people at those booths to sign in) and told her, quite audibly too, that there was a car parked out there illegally. And I know the woman heard me because she was giving me death glares but I pretended not to notice. I was soon called into my appointment. Afterwards I come out to the waiting room to see the woman’s red faced and tears, kids still be obnoxious brats. I wonder what happened so when I go outside, sure enough the car is gone

TLDR; Woman illegally parks and disturbs everyone with her obnoxious kids, I get her car towed

Every Other Weekend pt. 4

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,725

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating

A/N: going to have to close tags for this one. i’m so sorry. but i’m so glad you all enjoy it so much! and i hope you enjoy this part. really happy with it (:

Tagged: @defendors @thorne93 @winterboobaer @marvelfandom-stuff @all-around-geek @cchrriissuuu@katexbishopx @justreadingfics @frolicsomefawkes@dasani-saraai @awwtommo @aenna-4@courtneychicken @lorenaheartsyou@goldwanderer @irepeldirt @sebastianstantrash @tardisin221bst @ok-ladies-lets-get-in-formation @redroomproperty @elegantnightmareshiro@stomachfilledwithbutterflies @demongodess @buckyb-avengers @redlipstickandplaid @panda-reads-stuff @basse53 @chipilerendi @thewinterdorito @jenn48041

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

——

Originally posted by sebjpeg

“Just sign the damn papers!” Bucky raised his voice at you, angrily running a hand through his hair.

“I’ll get to it. I have a lot to do.” You sighed, not facing him.

“That’s the last thing you have to do.” He spoke with a tense jaw.

“I can’t sign them. That means it’s over.”

“It is over.” Bucky’s hand ran over his face. “Just get it done, please. I don’t want to make this more messy than it is already.”  

Keep reading

I am a pagan nanny, for a Christian family.

So, I am a nanny for a very Christian family, that family of which fired me when they found out about my spiritual path. However they since apologized, and I have received my job back. These kids that I nanny go to a Christian private school. This means dress codes. At this school colored hair is not allowed, you cannot have piercings or tattoos, your pants must always be at least to your knees. No tank tops, no sweat pants, only business casual clothing. And on Thursday’s they must dress super nice for Chapel. The oldest of the two that I care for has informed me that her class mates have created a nickname for me, “Punk” and on top of that, they have all said I look like the devil. I have 5 small tattoos, nose piercing, and bright green hair, and I do not conform to their standards of “modesty”. Every time I get out of my car to take the kids to an extracurricular activity such as sports or clubs, I receive the most judgemental stares from the grown ups, the faculty and the parents. This is the reason I am not longer Christian, but on top of that, my favorite thing to do when picking up the kids, is blast my pagan music in the pick up line!

Player: Leon Draisaitl – Edmonton Oilers

Prompt:

Thank you so much! This is 100 percent one of my favorite imagines I have ever done. Definitely Top 3! I hope you love it as much as I do!

Mentions: None

Warnings: Trouble Conceiving.

Preview: A few weeks had passed and the baby making campaign was in full force. He had enlisted a few of the boys to help him try and brainwash you. He even tried to use Misha in his never-ending tirade. You could only roll your eyes when Misha stumbled into the kitchen wearing a shirt that read “Big Brother”

Characters: 1743 words.

Originally posted by mcdraii

You were sitting in the fresh Edmonton air, trying to enjoy the rare weekday lunch with your husband. It was not often you and Leon were able to go for lunch. Between his insane hockey schedule and your equally insane toddler, going out to eat was rarely an option.

You watched as something caught Leon’s eye. You followed his gaze to see him watching a woman walking down the sidewalk, her arms carrying bags from the neighboring baby boutique.

“I saw that.” You quipped as you were wrestling your fidgeting son.

“Huh” Leon looked at you confused, playing dumb.

“I saw you looking at her.” You replied.

“Babe, I really wasn’t…”

“Well, I saw the way you looked at her bump” you giggled.

 “She looked as if she could be due any day, she was glowing.”

“Look at you swooning over pregnancy.” You chuckled once more placing a kiss on your son’s cheek.

“Let’s have another baby.” Leon suddenly responded.

“Have you lost your mind?” You looked at him puzzlingly.

“We make such cute babies, Y/N. And Misha is getting so big now, I want another little one. Plus, you were just so beautiful pregnant.”

“I definitely was not feeling beautiful Leon.” You laughed as Misha had finally succeeded at escaping from your grasp. He toddled around the table to his father who delightedly scooped him up.

“Seriously Y/N, I want to have more little babies with you.” He smiled as he pushed Misha’s hair from his eyes.

You watched your son and husband for a moment. You had to admit, you and Leon did make adorable babies.

“We’ll see Leon.”

Leon looked up and smiled at you. You could tell by his eyes he was already hatching a million and one plans to convince you.

A few weeks had passed and the baby making campaign was in full force. He had enlisted a few of the boys to help him try and brainwash you. He even tried to use Misha in his never-ending tirade. You could only roll your eyes when Misha stumbled into the kitchen wearing a shirt that read “Big Brother”

 You were sitting at the kitchen counter, enjoying a bagel. Leon was still at practice and Misha was spending time with his grandparents. You were enjoying the silence but only for a moment. You couldn’t deny that you loved the slightly organized chaos that came with your rambunctious son. You adored the love and noise that came with having Misha in the house. He was so worth every morning spent clutching the toilet and the sleepless nights being unable to get comfortable. Maybe it would be worth it again for another little Leon following around his older brother.

 You were pulled from your thoughts hearing the door open and close.

“Y/N? You home my love?” you heard Leon call from the front room.

“Kitchen” you responded as you continued to enjoy your bagel.

You felt his strong arms wrap around you and a quick kiss to your temple. He then turned to the fridge to grab food for himself. “Misha still with my parents?”

“Mhmm” you nodded. He smirked at you drinking one of his post-practice shakes.

“I didn’t take my birth control this morning.” You stated simply taking another bite of your bagel.

You enjoyed watching Leon almost sputter out his shake, his eyes widening.

“You mean you want to try? 

“I mean you make a hard case” you smile and suddenly you were being swept from your stool.

“Hey! What about my bagel?” you giggled as Leon ran up the stairs with you in his arms.

“Bagel… Later…. Baby…. Now.” He responded between placing kisses to your lips.

You walked into the bathroom with a groan. Leon glanced at you from the sink.

“We just started trying babe.” He said reading your mind

You just nodded, you couldn’t help feeling deflated 

“Plus that just means we get to keep trying” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You chuckled as you went to start getting Misha ready for the day.

Your days were filled with trying for baby number two when you could fit it in between toddler naps and hockey games. Each time came with no success, and it was weighing you down. You had no issues when you decided to have Misha. You had begun to track your ovulation and were trying foods you read helped with conception.

And now here you were after your last run of baby making, laying on the bed both feet in the air against the headboard, reading another article on yoga positions to help fertility.

Leon walked into the room from taking his shower, he looked at you as if you were insane. “What are you doing now?”

“I’m lifting my hips to try and coax your little Leon’s to my uterus.”

He huffed as cleaned up his suit that was strewed across the room.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked

“Dammit Y/N, this isn’t fun anymore.” He shouts obviously frustrated.

“What’s not going to be fun is if you wake up your son.”

“I can’t do this anymore.” He says quieter but no less angry.

“Do what? Have another baby?” you question.

“I want nothing more than another baby with you but not on some crazy obulation schedule that you basically have posted on the fridge.”

“It’s Ovulation Hun.”

“I don’t care what the damn word is! And can you please get out of the stupid position! I’m trying to have a conversation with you!”

You turn to get down and sit up just as Misha wails from his bedroom. You sigh as you head for the door. “I’m going to go try and get our son back to sleep.” You scoff.

You heard a loud thump and shatter as you walked down the hallway.

After a tiring hour of pacing the room with a crying toddler on your hip, you finally had gotten Misha back to sleep.

You walked back into the bedroom and Leon was in bed watching game highlights on a sports channel. “Is he back asleep?” he asked, eyes not leaving the TV.

“Mhmm.”

“Good.”

You crawl into bed and sit on your knees next to him. He steals a quick glance at you but continues to watch the TV still pouting. You finally just speak up.

“I just feel like I have failed you. We keep trying to have a baby and it is just not happening. I have been so obsessed with trying to make this work that I didn’t realize how you were feeling. I’m so sorry Leon, I just want to give you another baby so badly.”

Leon quickly sat up to face you, wiping the tears from your cheeks 

“Babe you are not failing me in the least. I know we didn’t struggle with Misha but it will happen. I just want you to stop putting so much pressure on this. You are stressing about this when we should just enjoy the time we have with just Misha and the process of making more little babies with your very handsome husband.”

You chuckle at the last part and share a kiss with said handsome husband. You spent the rest of the evening purposefully asking questions you knew the answers to about his game highlights.

You were sitting in the backyard with Kelly Talbot. You watched as the twins chased your clumsy toddler around with their dogs.

“How’s trying to expand your roster going? Cam told me that Leon couldn’t stop talking about it.” Kelly asked sipping her mimosa. You were having your ritual of getting brunch with your fellow Oiler mommy while the boys were on road trips.

“We’ve been trying but no luck. It caused a bit of a rough spot but we got past it. We are just going with the flow for now. It will happen when it happens.”

You smile as you reached for the first sip of your mimosa. As soon as the smell got in range of your nose, you could feel your breakfast making its way back up your throat. You leaned over the trash can and lost the contents of your stomach.

“Maybe Happen is soon then later” Kelly snickers rubbing your back. 

You looked at her as you wiped your mouth. “Pharmacy Run?”

“Let’s get the kids in the car!” she smiles with a snap of fingers

5 pregnancy tests later, you were definitely pregnant.  You were beyond thrilled. The first thing you wanted to do was tell Leon. You reached for your phone but decided against it. Leon had figured out you were pregnant with Misha before you could surprise him with some cute announcement. You started to put the plan in motion.

Leon was due any moment now and you were waiting in the living room, trying to look as causal and nonsuspicious as you could. You continued to check on Misha making sure everything was in place.

You heard the garage door opening and you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement. You composed yourself and headed to the door to greet him.

“Hey Babe” he smiled as he walked in the door putting his bag down and giving you a quick kiss. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too and so did a certain little one.” You smirked at your own hidden meaning.

“You currently have a very impatient toddler who demanded a bedtime story from his papa waiting upstairs for you.”

“Well Let’s not keep him waiting any longer.” Leon smiled heading up the stairs. You followed close behind.

Leon opened the door to Misha’s room to find him sitting in his bed trying to read a story.

“What’s on the menu tonight little man?” he questioned taking the book from your giggling toddler.

Leon read the title and almost fell over. What to Do When Mommy is Having a Baby.

He whipped around to you. “Are you..”

“I’m thinking we go for a goalie this time around, expand our roster.”

Leon swept you up and spun you around, much to Misha’s delight. He placed a kiss to your lips as he sat you down.

“No goalies, maybe a right winger.” He smiled and you couldn’t have been happier.

Stormborn and Ironheart.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen, Genevieve
Word count : 1,689
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Final part of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



You were staring at the wall, trying to keep calm and relaxed. Jensen was out in the hall with River, but in here, you were alone. Again. And even though you’ve done this before, you were scared.  You tried your best not to cry, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“It’s only a matter of time now.” The nurse smiled at you. “Would you like me to call for the anesthesiologist now?” You nodded. You knew you couldn’t wait much longer. “Alright, I’ll be back.” She left the room.

You eyes didn’t leave the wall. Your heart breaking.  “Y/n?” You hadn’t heard the door open, or anyone come in. With nurses in and out, you didn’t care. “Sweetheart?” That grabbed your attention.

Keep reading

Supervision

Word count: 4695
Genre: Angst, Smut.
Summary: You and ex-Jinyoung end up in the same university, your predictable arguments turned into something…not so predictable.

_______________________________________________________________________

The look on your face was of pure shock when you saw Jinyoung walking into the same university as you, and his look was the exact same. All the flashbacks from your past coming back to you all at once as your eyes locked together. You and Jinyoung had a tricky past, You have been together previously, for a very long time. You shared some of the happiest moments together and also some of the most intimate, and you knew every single big and little thing of each other, whether it was personality wise, or looks wise. You meant everything to him, and he meant everything to you, but that didn’t stop you from ending things with him, you feared the feelings of love, and the responsibility of commitment, you feared it after seeing the absolute hatred you parents had for each other, especially before their divorce, you were scared that it would happen to the two of you. So you ended it as soon as you fell for him, without any explanation, and it absolutely broke you both, both of you in tears and you just left him. After that day, he spent his time trying to find out why, which turned into arguments because you never told him why, which turned into him eventually hating you, and you couldn’t blame him. You argued for the rest of the year, until school was over, and summer break finally spread you apart. You thought you would never see him again, which is why both of you tried your hardest avoiding each other at the new school you would have to share for the next 4 years. It wasn’t working out though, with both of you ending up in 4/6 of the same classes, and you cursed silently every single time you had to find out you would be sharing the same classroom. You spent the classes stealing gazes at each other, pretending that you weren’t, but your stares were entirely different, his were of hatred, and yours of regret and sadness, wondering how it got so bad. You felt okay about being in the same classes until in the last class, you scored a plain old fashioned dick of a teacher that put uni students in a seating plan, which sat him right next to you. You fell silent, the awkwardness and tension filling up and you practically jumped and ran out of the class when they day was over, heading straight to your car, but it just so happened as you were rushing, looking behind you for Jinyoung, you didn’t realise he was walking behind you, purposely bumping into you, making all your books fall to the ground.

“Oh, my bad!” he laughed as he walked past and you just looked at him in awe, this cannot be happening you thought. You just got out of a year of arguments with him, you couldn’t handle another 4. You didn’t reply, not wanting to start anything and he walked away, leaving you to pick up your books and silently curse under your breath as you walked to your car and went straight for home, thinking about him and your encounter for the rest of the day.

“ok,” you spoke to yourself “just 4 days a week, I can do this…4 days a week…for 4 years” you sighed, and you tossed and turned in your sleep for the rest of the night.
_______________________________________________________________________

You spent the next day avoiding him and his gaze, until of course you had that last class, and you didn’t look back at him when you felt his gaze, you tried not to flinch at a snarky comment or a snicker he made when you answered a question in class, doing your best ignoring him.

“So, ruin anyone else’s lives lately?” he whispered in your ear, your back tingling at his hot breath.

“Don’t start Jinyoung please” You didn’t look at him, instead you looked at the clock, 5 minutes was left in the class and you were practically trying to leave you seat already.

“Just asking a simple question” he retorted.

“No, you’re trying to start something that I don’t want to start, so please don’t, it would be great if we could just be civil for once”

“You can try, but I’m still not done making you feel how you made me felt when you broke us off without an explanation” you ignored this comment, your hand balling into a fist.

The last minute of the class passed and you were finally allowed to leave, you and Jinyoung being the last two to leave since you were at the back of the class. He blocked the door from you, giving his signature smirk that used to make you melt, but now only makes you wonder what argument he is about to try and start.

“Move” you say, controlling yourself from pushing him away instead.

“That’s not a way to treat your peers, what happened to manners?” he chuckled at you and you kept silent, frustration rising.

“Come on y/n, one little word and then ill gladly move out of your way”

“Are you two okay over there?” you turn around to here your professor talking to you, probably noticing the tension, but not noticing enough to get up from his desk.

“All good here” Jinyoung shot him a thumbs up and then turned back to you. “One little word sweetheart”

“Move…please” you say, and Jinyoung gave you a smile, moving a way and letting you pass and you rushed to you car, already preparing for the next day to come before it has even started.
_______________________________________________________________________

You walked into your last class of the next day, already dreading having to take that seat next to your ex boyfriend. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t say anything through this class and you thought maybe he would leave you alone. You knew that you felt his eyes on you, but a word ever left his mouth or yours and it was relieving.

The clock ticked past and you were finally allowed to leave, you  rushed out but Jinyoung left before you, and as you walked to your car  you found him leaning against it.“Where are you rushing off too so quickly?” you sighed at you walked to your car, you thought too soon. It was stupid to think he would leave you and your past with him alone.
“Can you move out of the way please, you’re blocking the drivers door”

“No”

“I said please”

“I don’t care” At this point you patience was wearing thin, and you attempted to push him out of the way, but he was stronger than you and your attempts were useless.

“What do you want!” you raised your voice, giving you and Jinyoung attention from others around you, but you lowered your head and tried keeping you cool.
“I told you, I want to make you feel as miserable as you made me”

“Why cant you just leave it alone! Move on!”

“It’s hard to move on when you STILL haven’t given an explanation on why I should!” now he was raising his voice, not even a week into university and you’re already arguing with him.

“Don’t start Jinyoung, I’m so tired of this, just get the fuck over it and leave me alone! Even months after we haven’t seen each other you still want to fight with me!”

“Stop giving me a reason too then! Maybe if you would stop being so selfish and give me a fucking explanation I would leave this alone! But you won’t!”

“And I’m not going to! So fucking MOVE!” you pushed him out of the way. Both of you officially cursing and yelling at each other, grabbing every passerby’s attention.

“You two!” you hear a shout at you both, silencing the both of you and you stared at one of the school leaders hounding towards you. You both awaited your fate. “This is absolutely disgraceful! Two students fighting in front of MY school! I won’t tolerate this behaviour! Both of you, detention tomorrow after school! My office!” the professor stormed off, everyone around you leaving too, you Jinyoung fuming at each other.

“Look what you did” He had the audacity to say to you.

“Are you fucking kidding me??” you gave him one last glare, getting into you car and slamming the door shut, speeding off to your home, as you spent the rest of the night frustrated and crying in an angry rage, knowing that you won’t be able to take this much longer.
_______________________________________________________________________

You and Jinyoung were quiet the whole day, not wanting to worsen your consequences. The awkwardness of having to walk to detention together filling inside you both. You opened the door of the professors office, her head tilting up as you both walked into the room.

“You have an hour and a half with me, sit down, do some work” she spoke coldly, not happy with either of you.

About 35 minutes into yours and Jinyoung’s never ending detention, the sound of the telephone rung through the and both of you heads looked up at the teacher as she picked up the phone.

“Ill be there right away” was the last thing she said.

“I have to go to an important last minute meeting, I will be back to see you both off, don’t cause any more trouble or there will be another month worth of these detentions, got it?” You both nodded at her as she walked out of the room.

It took a few minutes of silence before Jinyoung finally lifted himself from his desk, walking to yours and placing his hands against it.

“Why can’t you just tell me why” You stared up at him.

“Are you serious?? Even in detention you want to start this?”

“I’m just asking a simple question I don’t know why its so hard for you to answer”

“I don’t want to answer it”

“Why!” You stood up from you seat, your faces so close together in frustration.

“Just stop asking Jinyoung!” you both stood your ground, but you weren’t prepared for what he was about to say next.

“You left me! You were everything to me and you left without any explanation at ALL, I think I deserve at least that much after how miserable you made me feel! Like I did something wrong!”

You fought back the tears that were trying to swell in you eyes.

“Jinyoung plea–”

“I loved you!” he shouted, and his words struck you, his words broke you and you couldn’t hold the paragraph inside your head anymore as you blurted out everything to him.

“I loved you too! That’s why I left! Because it scared me, ALL of it! I was scared of the feelings because you know how my parents turned out, you saw how they fought before they got divorced and you see how much they hate each other now! I was scared that it was going to happen to us so I broke it off! I didn’t want to hurt you and I hurt you so much and I’m so sorry! You were everything to me and you still are that’s why I cant stand these arguments anymore! I’m so, so sorry!”

You both shared gazes of shock and for once your facial expressions showed no hate, both of you panting heavy and then suddenly Jinyoung moved towards you, cradling your face as he crashed his lips onto yours, making you jump back slightly. You grabbed the nape of his neck and his hair with both of your hands. The kiss passionate and long overdue, all the feelings since your break up being let out it a single kiss. You moved away from you desk and Jinyoung grabbed you, his arms so tight around you that if you weren’t already holding your breath from kissing, you would be from his grip. Your lips melted into each others, and it never ended, teeth tugged at the bottom of you lips and you gladly opened them to let him in, his tongue roaming around yours and his grip around you becoming tighter as he dominated the kiss. You nibbled at his bottom lip, your tongues battling together and you missed this feeling, you missed kissing him so fucking much. The kiss stopped for only a moment, you faces apart but still only millimeters away from each other, his chest heaving up and down and he breathed and you felt his hot breath on your face, you lust for him grew and you pulled his face right back to you, joining your lips together again, both yours and Jinyoung’s heated kisses screaming of passion. He parted his lips from yours and you hated the loss until he started moving from your lips to your jaw and to you neck, leaving trails of love bites wherever he could, marking you his once again. His lips moved under you ear, remembering that it was yours and his favourite spot from when you used to do this almost everyday, leaving a bruise right in the spot and you moaned against him, the feeling going straight to your core. His hands still placed on your waist and he started walking, dodging the tables and desks, and you walked backwards with him as he pinned you against the wall, his lips reconnecting with your neck and moving down to your collarbone, leaving small bruises, the feeling engulfing you and you barely noticed when he started to unbutton the buttons of the school shirt you both shared.

“What if she comes back” you asked nervous and he looked at you, his pupils dilated and full of lust.

“I don’t care, I’ve missed this too much” you didn’t protest him because you felt the same way, you missed this, all of this, you missed feeling him and his lips and his arms around you, and all the feelings came back at once in this moment, the feelings going straight to your core. He pulled the shirt off of you and threw it onto a nearby desk, you undid the buttons on his shirt, dropping it onto the floor and admiring the body you missed so much. Your lips biting and suck on his neck as he moved his hands around to your back, unclasping your bra and discarding it on the floor. He placed his lips back onto you, licking down your breasts before attaching himself onto your left nipple and you moaned as he kissed and suck and nibbled on your hardening bud, his hand messaging your other breast, your hand gripped into his hair.

“Oh Jinyoung!” you moaned, and he did the same in response, moaning at your voice.

“I missed hearing you moan my name”

“I missed you making me moan your name” you panted in response and your chest heaved up and down from Jinyoung ministrations, he moved lower down your body, his hands moving down with him and he placed them on your thighs, underneath your skirt as he slowly dragged up the material, squeezing both you cheeks in his hands and you grunted at the feeling, you were already so wet for him and he knew it as his finger grazed over your clothed core, and you cursed at the sudden feeling.

“Fuck!” you head tilted upwards as you moaned and he started to speak, diverting your attention back to him as you stared into each others eyes.

“I bet you missed how these fingers made you feel? I bet you missed knowing that only I know how to get you all riled up, I bet you missed me inside you, my touch, my tongue, everything else that made you look like this”

His words traveled straight through your body to your core, you knew the look on your face right now would be of pure desperation, you wanted him so badly and you were showing it, and he could easily see. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes I did Jinyoung, I missed all of it, and I can’t wait to feel you again” you gasped as he picked you up, your legs instinctively placed around his waist, he carried you to the professors desk placing you on it, knocking down cups of pens and other paperwork, he pulled you forward and spread your legs before he dropped onto his knees and looked up at you, smirking as he started to leave kisses on your inner thighs, so close to where you wanted him but not quite there, you leaned your hands behind you, keeping yourself upright, he looked back up at you, your eyes locking together as he pulled you underwear down your legs, dropping them to the floor and bringing his face back to your core. His hot breath fanning you and he placed a finger inside you, your head thrown back at the  sudden act.

“Ugh! Jinyoung–” he pumped his finger in and out easily, your wetness coating his fingers.

“You’re so wet for me baby, how much do you want me??” you couldn’t find your voice to reply to him as he added another finger inside of you, your mouth widening and your breathing shaky. He looked up at you while he continued his sinful act, missing how you looked when you were like this, and you looked and sounded beautiful to him, he didn’t care about anything else in that moment besides pleasuring you. He increased the speed of his fingers and started to curl them inside you, you gripped the sides of the desks, the edges making your hands red and your knuckles white with the effort as Jinyoung pleased you, hitting the spot each time with his fingers and it sent you into your own world, you moaned and cursed Jinyoung’s name and he was thriving off of it. His fingers continued their devilish act inside you, and then his mouth came closer to you, and he started to lick your clit, his tongue joining in on the ministrations of his fingers and you haven’t heard such noises and whimpers come out of your mouth like this in a very long time. Jinyoung placed kitten licks repeatedly on your clit and you felt dizzy from all the feelings, his fingers relentlessly pumping in and out of you and his tongue licking torture.

“Fuck! oH my god Jinyoung!” you screamed his name in delight, not caring how loud you were in the almost empty university. Your hand latched onto Jinyoung’s hair, tugging desperately at it making him moan against you, you felt the vibrations of his moans on your clit and it felt heavenly. His teeth joined the sinful acts as he started grazing slightly over his clit, sucking and nibbling on it and you felt your eyes roll back and the knot in your stomach start to tighten and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer, not at the rate he was going. He licked up and down you, making sure to pay extra attention on your clit as he sucked it.

“Jinyoung fuck I’m so close-AH!” your walls clenched around his fingers as you felt your orgasm approaching but then all of a sudden he stopped, his mouth separating from you and his fingers removed, and you burst with frustration.

“What are you going!” you asked, your frustration evident.

“I want to be inside you when I make you come” your heat jumped at his words and it excited you, and you anticipated what was next to come. Jinyoung lifted himself onto his feet, he grabbed you waist, pulling you off the table and flipping you around, now bending you over it. Jinyoung flipped the skirt onto your back and you were on display for him, vulnerable and it turned you on more than anything. You heard his belt and pants hit the floor and you stared back at him, licking your lips in excitement, you looked into his eyes, his eyes now black and full of lust, his sex hair on display, his mouth plum and red and he looked so fucking sexy you could come right there and then, his eyes concentrated on you and he grabbed you waist as he lined his length with your entrance, he rubbed his length up and down on you and you couldn’t handle the teasing you just wanted him inside you.

“Jinyoung please-FUCK!” he pushed into you in a instant, giving no time to spare and no time for you to adjust as he started pumping in and out of you. He brought his tip all the out before slamming all the way, balls deep back into you.

“Fuck you feel so good baby, I missed you around me” deep groans and grunts escaped his plump lips and his eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure overwhelmed you both. You rocked up and down on the desk, gripping the sides for support as he slammed hard in and out of you, but at an agonizingly slow pace which you knew he was doing on purpose, the slow speed made you write underneath him, just wanted him to go faster, but you couldn’t speak out your request because you couldn’t find you voice, you were lost in this hard thrusts and all you could do was moan. You tried to find you voice, moaning pleas to Jinyoung and he eventually got the message, deciding to finally quicken his pace, thrusting faster in and out of you.

Jinyoung hand grabbed onto your neck, pulling you and you moved up with him, your faces together and he kissed you as he thrusted into you relentlessly, you kisses messy and rushed as you bounced up down, sweat beads forming on both of your foreheads. you faced forwards again but kept yourself standing up as Jinyoung fucked you from behind, leaving kisses on the back of your neck at the same time.

“Faster please!” Jinyoung listened to your requests and he thrusted faster into you, faster than you could imagine and the room was spinning around you, your eyes clenched shut as he stretched your walls, your hands sore from gripping the table so hard and your waist to surely be bruised from the grip Jinyoung has on it. Jinyoung cursed behind you, and then he pulled out of you, flipped you around, lifting you up and placing you back onto the desk, he slammed back into you and you screamed in pleasure as he was once again fastening his pace and thrusting harder, which you didn’t think was possible. Jinyoung grabbed your leg, placing it around his waist and you did the same with the other, the new angle allowing Jinyoung to hit you deeper, and hit you right in the spot which made you mewl in delight. You honestly didn’t not know how anyone left in the university couldn’t hear you, but you were definitely not scared if they did or if they came in because you were too lost in the moment to give a fuck.

“FUck! Right there baby!” you threw you head back into delight as he hit you g-spot with every thrust, you felt your orgasm high approaching and you moved your hand to your clit, rubbing vigorous circles to help you along the way. Jinyoung stared at your fingers and their actions, watching you pleasure yourself as he also pleasured you and the sight for him was almost unbearable. You moaned and cursed and screamed in delight as he thrusted in an out of your, your fingers quickening their pace on your clit as you felt your stomach tighten, you walls clenched around Jinyoung, making him groan and curse deeply in response, he knew this meant you were close so he continued his hardest to get you to your peak, his lips once again latching onto your breasts, while he continued his thrusts and you continued the movement with your fingers. He sucked and nibbled at your breast and this was the last thing you needed before your orgasm washed over you, your juices released around Jinyoung and he groaned at the feeling, you started to see stars and you screamed as your orgasm hit you like no other, your walls clenching, your hand left your clit and joined the other in gripping the table, almost bleeding from gripping so hard, Jinyoung’s relentless thrusts allowing you to ride out your high for as long as possible and you felt pure ecstasy, your body shuddering and tingling and your breath shaking. You chest heaved up and down and your heart racing a marathon as you started to calm down from what was the best high you’ve had in a very long time. You finally relaxed from your high, feeling weak and feeling absolutely spent, but Jinyoung continues thrusting into you, chasing his own high. Although the over sensitivity overwhelmed you, you used all your effort to continue and get Jinyoung to reach his high, you grabbed his hair, pulling his face towards you and smashed your lips onto him, both of you grunting into the kiss, only separating to take many needed breaths, you bit and nibbled onto his bottom lip and your tongue dominated his as he concentrated on his thrusts inside you, your hand tightened in his hair and he loved the feeling, his orgasm starting to close in very quickly. You purposely clenched your walls around him in efforts to get him there sooner and it was definitely working as he removed himself from your kiss, moaning and cursing as he placed his head in the crook of your shoulder, your fingers gripped as his shoulders, leaving red marks and scratches and they moved down.

“Fuck y/n!” he groaned, his breathing rocky and his orgasm finally ripping through him, his muscles tensed as he orgasmed, pure euphoria making his body shake as he rose out his high, his seed released into you, the feeling warm inside you. His eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes clamped shut. His teeth bit into your shoulder at the feeling of his high and you hissed at the pleasurable pain. Worn out curses and moans left his mouth as his thrusts started to become sloppy and he started to relax, you leaned back onto the table and just watched him as he slowed to a final stop, his arms placed down to rest beside you as he hovered over you. His breathing slowly becoming steady and the pacing of his heart starting to slow, he looked into your eyes, placing a kiss on your lips as he removed himself from you, and you were saddened by the loss. He pulled his jeans back up and you watched him as he got dressed, you didn’t know how someone could make buttoning up a shirt look so sexy, but of course he managed. He walked back at you, a silly smile on his face as you fixed his very obvious sex hair as best you could. He grabbed your underwear of the floor, sliding the material back up your legs, the gesture cute and you laughed at him. He reached for your hands, pulling you up and off the table, he handed your shirt to you and you placed it back on.

“We better make this room look presentable again” he said to you and you looked around and laughed, you didn’t realise how much of a mess you created, the professors desk ruined (you started with that one first - placing everything back in the right spots), the tables moved and the chairs fallen, and when you two had cleaned up you walked up to Jinyoung, giving him a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry Jinyoung, I’m never letting you go again” his hands ran through your hair and he kissed your forehead.

“I’ll never let you go either”. You two embraced in the hug and you didn’t want to let it go, but had to when you heard footsteps coming down the hallway, you both scrambled to your seats, just in time for the professor to walk into the room, her facial expressing assuming something suss, but ignoring it as she sat at her desk.

“You two can go” she said coldly at you. You and Jinyoung smiled at each other, rushing out of the room.

“My place?” he asked you.

“Sure thing, but I’m driving” you rattled your car keys in his face, you both shared laughter, finally back together, which is the only place you two should be.




Masterlist <3



I love having ptsd, the way I get triggered and just immediately vomit.