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New Love, Same Song

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*Sherlock-centric

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“You ASSHOLE!”

John was very startled to hear a loud crashing sound coming from above him, followed by indistinct shouting and hard footsteps. The shouting was in two tones: yours and your boyfriend’s. Soon, the sound of objects being thrown down the steps rang out, followed by tripping footsteps and the slamming of the door.

John stood and peered out the door, finding some books, a pair of shoes, and a coat laying in the hall. The man he’d come to know as your boyfriend was coming down the stairs, gathering his stuff. He shot a look at John before sheepishly sneaking down the rest of the stairs, not even bothering to put his shoes or coat on.

John turned back to Sherlock who hadn’t moved a muscle during any of the commotion. He was still spread out on the couch, fingers steepled beneath his chin.

“Well?”

“Well, what?” Sherlock asked, eyes remaining closed.

“Do you think we should go see what’s wrong?”

“He was cheating on her.”

“What?”

“With his sister’s friend.”

“How do you–”

“It was obvious.”

“And you didn’t tell her?”

Sherlock’s eyes opened, staring at the ceiling. “I thought I did.”

John shook his head. “We should go see if she’s all right.”

“Mm.” Sherlock’s eyes drifted closed again. “Go tell her we’ll take her out for copious amounts of alcohol tonight.”

“You… you want to get her drunk?”

“Is that not standard procedure for this situation?”

‘Well,’ John thought as he headed up to your flat. ‘When Sherlock’s right, he’s right.’

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John looked at his watch. Quarter til midnight.

“I’m going to go,” he said, standing and putting his coat on. “I’ve got work in the morning.”

“Not til eleven,” Sherlock pointed out.

“Sherlock,”

“Come on, John,” you slurred. “Staaaaaay. I’m going through mourning.”

“You didn’t even like the asshole,” John said with a smile.

“I didn’t say I was mourning him. I’m mourning the time I spent with him. It’s gone and I’ll never get it back.” You leaned back, pressing your hand to your head (and almost falling from your stool). “Oh, woe is me.”

John turned to Sherlock. “Don’t let her drink much more, yeah? And get her some water, especially once you get home.”

“Of course.”

You and Sherlock stayed at the bar for another two hours. As the bartender called for last call, Sherlock led you out into the street, hailing a cab. He carefully shoved you into the backseat before sliding in after you.

“Ohmigod I looooooove this song!” you cried as the cab trundled down the road. You began to sing along, somehow remembering all the words even in your state.

Back at Baker Street, Sherlock led you upstairs. He found your keys in your purse and unlocked your door, leading you through your flat into your bedroom. You flopped onto the bed, face first. Sherlock knew you should be laying on your side, should you vomit in the middle of the night. But every attempt he made at situating you failed, as you immediately rolled back over.

Sherlock shimmied out of his coat, draping it over a chair. He propped some pillows along one side of you before sitting behind you, keeping you up on your side. He watched your back rise and fall, sound asleep.

It was already the wee hours of the morning. Sherlock knew he needed to remain vigilant until mid-morning.

Good thing he didn’t require much sleep.

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“Would you consider yourself the most logical man in London?”

Sherlock barely glanced up as you flounced into his flat. “Of course. How else would I solve all the cases for the police?”

“Okay, well, I desperately need some of your logic.”

Sherlock looked up, not saying anything. You began to pace back and forth, your hands wringing.

“They offered me a promotion at work. And I know promotions are good, they show that the company places value on me and the work I do. And it could open doors to higher positions.”

“Correct.”

“But I feel like a promotion will hold me back. I didn’t want to stay there for the rest of my career. But if I take this promotion, I’ll feel stuck; surely I can’t leave if they value me so much, right?”

“I suppose.”

“But if I don’t take the promotion, it could show that I’m lazy and that I don’t have any interest in the company. That I’m fine where I am and never want to improve myself.”

Never having been in that position, Sherlock said nothing. He watched you pace back and forth a bit more. Silently, he stood and picked up his violin.

You stopped your pacing as the first few notes floated over to you. Your ears pricked up, turning to find Sherlock watching you, his bow moving seamlessly over the strings.

“Is… is that…”

The smallest of smiles lifted Sherlock’s mouth. He’d spent his time practicing, learning to play that song from the drunken cab ride on the violin. The fact that you recognized it showed that he had perfected it.

Your eyes stayed on Sherlock as you slowly stepped over as if drawn hypnotically. You watched his hands, awe filling your face. As the song ended, Sherlock held the violin up to his shoulder, wondering what would happen next.

“Sherlock Holmes,” you said softly, a smile on your face. “So full of surprises. What am I going to do with you?”

“Sing along next time?”

“The Wallflower and the Spider” - Peter Parker x Reader (4/4)

Word Count: 2012

Warnings: Maybe swearing? (I can’t remember, i have the worst memory) FLUFF

Plot:  You and Peter have been best friends ever since you were seven years old. The two of you were inseparable, up until high school started.

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is the last part of my series “The Wallflower and the Spider”. It was so much fun writing all of it, and I’m so happy you guys liked it. Well, here’s the finale! Enjoy!! (Also, the six reallys thing is actually from the show Finding Carter, so sorry if I didn’t explain it well enough :D)

part one  part two   part three   part four

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The next few months with Peter were amazing. You two were inseparable. You did everything together, mostly because it was Peter’s senior year and you were going to miss seeing him every day at school. You and Peter started calling the old willow tree in the park your spot again, and you even carved your names into it. Wallflower+Spider. Neither of you had said those three meaningful words yet. But instead of saying “I love you”, you said,“Six really’s”. (Which stood for “I really, really, really… like you”)

One month away from graduation. You arrived at school early, hoping you could talk to your guidance counselor about a college you were thinking about applying to. As you walked down the empty hallway, you saw a few teens trying to put up posters from prom. You walked up to one of the posters and stared at it for a few moments. “Prom…” you muttered under your breath. You felt arms wrap around your stomach and lips pressed against your cheek. You smiled, knowing exactly who it was. “Hey Spider,” you whispered. You turned around and gave Peter a hug.

“Hey Wallflower, I thought I might find you here.” Peter squeezed you tight and pulled away to look at the poster you were admiring. “Prom, eh?”

“Yeah, I was just thinking-“

“Do you want to go?” Peter asked.

“Wait, no.”

“No what?”

“You can’t just ask me to prom like THAT,” you laughed, “you gotta, I-I don’t know. Make it special.” You winked. Peter chuckled.
“Alright babe, I’ll make it special.” He kissed your cheek and walked you to your guidance counselor.

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The next few days, you spent very little time with Peter. He was being distant and was super busy with being Spider-Man. You suspected he was just planning a way to ask you to go to prom with him, but when he didn’t come to school or text you at all for two days, you began to worry. You went back to your apartment, changed into your pajamas and paced back and forth in your bedroom.

“I mean, this is what I signed up for,” you whispered while rubbing your eyes, “He’s a hero. Maybe he’s just busy out saving the city, he’ll be home anytime soon…” Or at least you hoped he would be home soon. You tried falling asleep, but Peter was on your mind. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. You stared at news reports, hoping something would pop up about Spider-Man saving the day or just… anything at this point. When you looked at your clock on the nightstand and saw it was a quarter til midnight, you realized you should sleep. It was a school night, and you couldn’t afford to miss a day at school. You were worried about Peter, but you had done everything you could. So you finally laid down, pulled a blanket over you, and slowly fell asleep…

*BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ*

You groaned and rubbed your eyes. You turn over and reached for your phone. “Oh my god. It’s 3 am and someone is texting me,” you complained. You unlocked your phone only to see the message was from Peter.

Spider💜: Meet on the roof in five minutes, 6 reallys :) 

You jumped out of bed and opened your window to climb out the fire escape. Once you got to the roof, you saw your wonderful boyfriend in his Spider-Man suit.

“Hey, (Y/n). I’m so sorry I haven’t talked to you lately but I swear I’m gonna make it up to-”

You ran into his arms and squeezed him tight. “You scared the shit out of me,” you started, “ I thought something happened to you.”

Peter pulled away from you and said, “I know babe, I promise I’m fine. But I have a surprise for you.” He then leaped off of the building before you could say anything, shooting webs and holding you tight as you both swung from building to building. Peter started to slow down and landed by the park.

“Why are we here?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise, just wait,” he replied with a smirk. He took off his mask and led you to your spot, but as you got closer you realized that it was a lot brighter over by the tree than it normally was. When you finally arrived at the tree, you gasped and started to tear up: there were lanterns hanging on the ends of the branches and rose petals that covered the grass surrounding the willow tree. “Peter…” you whispered as you walk closer to the willow tree, noticing a small note that laid beneath your names. You opened the note, and it read:

Roses are red, violets are blue. You may not know, but I’m falling for you. Sugar is almost as sweet as you, you are a psycho but I’ll never leave you.  There isn’t a star that sparkles as bright as you. You are my sunshine, I love you.

~ Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider

You wipe a tear crawling down your cheek and turn around to see Peter holding a rose.

“Will you go to prom with me?” Peter asked with a soft smile. You walk towards him, staring at the note.

“What did I do to deserve you?” 

He put your cheeks into the palms of his hands and stared into your eyes.

“(Y/n), you are the most amazing, most beautiful girl I have ever met in my entire life. You’ve been through so much, yet your smile still shines the brightest. I’m so lucky to be able to call you mine because I don’t know what I would do without you,” He said as you giggled. “So,” Peter continued, “will you go to prom with me?”

You pulled him into a hug and whispered, “Of course.”

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*Prom Night*

You felt like a princess. You were sad because the school year was almost over. But tonight was going to be the night you would remember for the rest of your life. You slipped into your dress and finished your hair and makeup. You walked over to the mirror and admitted to yourself: You looked good.

You heard a knock on the door and rushed through your apartment to open it. When you opened it, you saw Peter holding a corsage and Aunt May behind him, carrying her little camera. Peter’s mouth dropped when he saw you.

“Wow…” You started to blush. “You look amazing, (y/n).”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied. Peter wore a black suit with a red tie, and all you could think about was how much you loved him.

“Awe! You two are so cute together!” Aunt May yelped. “Ooh! I need to get pictures of this,” she muttered as she turned on her camera. Peter groaned and you laughed, knowing you were probably going to be late to the dance. After Aunt May took 50 thousand pictures, Peter finally convinced her to let you both leave. Peter took your hand and pulled you out of the apartment complex, walking down the street to Midtown High.

*At School*

The gymnasium looked amazing. You were used to seeing a boring, old sweaty gym. But when you entered, the place looked like a palace. The theme was Greek Garden and there were flower arrangements on every table, full of roses, lotuses, poppies, and carnations. Pillars covered in vines stood tall around the dance floor. The DJ was playing an amazing playlist, full of popular music and even a few of your favorite songs. Everyone watched as you and Peter made your way to the dance floor. The two of you danced for a bit, having the time of your life. Then you got a bit exhausted, so you grabbed some punch and met Peter at one of the tables.

“I’m pretty sure someone spiked the punch because it tastes a lil bit funky,” you joked as you sat down next to Peter. He laughed and pulled you close to him. You smiled, but it instantly vanished once you noticed a familiar face standing in front of you both.

“Hi, (Y/n),” Amber greeted, “Peter.” He stared at her, wondering why she was talking to the two of you.

“Amber, what do you want?” You asked, trying your best not to flip out on her.

“Look, (Y/n), I just came over here because I wanted to apologize.” You were confused as to why she was being so nice to you all of the sudden.

“You want to apologize to me?”

“Yes, for everything. The way I treated you, all the things I said.” You glanced over at Peter, who was just staring in awe. You both were surprised about the sudden change in her attitude. “I guess I was jealous of your relationship with Peter.” You choked.

“Wait, you were jealous of me and Pete? But we only started dating a few months ago.”

“Yeah, but you both loved each other so much even before you started dating. Peter never stopped talking about you.” You looked at Peter and his cheeks were bright red. Amber turned to Peter and continued, “I just… Peter I really liked you. I mean, who wouldn’t like you. You are the sweetest guy at Midtown High, and (Y/n) is so lucky to have you. I’m really, really happy for the both of you.” Amber smiled, but it wasn’t like any other time you had seen her smile. You could tell she was being sincere, and that she was genuinely happy for you guys. You got out of your seat and hugged her.

“Thanks, Amber. That really means a lot,” you said as you pulled away from her. She waved goodbye to Peter and walked off to go dance with her date. You turned to Peter and smiled.

“Wow… I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me neither.” Peter shook his head and laughed. “Hey, it’s getting kind of loud in here-”

“Wanna go back to my apartment and stargaze?”  

“You never cease to amaze me, Wallflower.” Peter giggled as you left the beautiful gymnasium.

*Back on the roof of your apartment complex*

“God, I could stare at the stars for hours,” you said, gazing at the beautiful sky above. Peter got out his phone and starting playing Cigarettes and Coffee by Otis Redding.  He got up and held out his hand.

“May I have this dance, milady?” Peter asked with a dorky grin. You placed your hand in his and smiled.

“Why of course, kind sir,” you said in a cute English accent. Peter laughed and put his hands around your waist, pulling you close to him. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest as you slowly swayed to the beautiful voice of Otis Redding.

It’s early in the morning
About a quarter till three
I’m sittin’ here talkin’ with my baby
Over cigarettes and coffee

Peter started to mumble the lyrics, “And to tell you that, darling I’ve been so satisfied. Honey since I met you, Baby since I met you, ooh.” You pulled away and rested your forehead against his. Everything felt so right: The stars and the moon shining so bright above you, Otis Redding playing softly in the background, slow dancing with the love of your life. It was perfect.

 You looked into those beautiful eyes and said, “I love you, Peter Parker.”

Peter kissed your nose. “I love you even more, (Y/n) (L/n).”

I would love to have another drink of coffee, now
And please, darling, help me smoke this one more cigarette, now
I don’t want no cream and sugar
‘cause I’ve got you, now darling
But just let me enjoy
Help me to enjoy
This good time that we’ll have, baby
It’s so early, so early in the morning
So early, so early in the morning
And I’ve got you
And you’ve got me
And we’ll have each other
And we don’t, we don’t want nothing but joy, y'all
Nothing but joy…

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new year (s. summers)

scott summers x reader
words- 593
song- see you soon by amber run
warning- cursing (like one word)
a/n- back at it again with the shitty imagines. I might start doing these more often, they’re kinda fun to write.

Originally posted by 08s

You didn’t know how Scott convinced his parents to let him host a New Years Eve party with a bunch of mutants, but he did. Although, it wasn’t much of a party. It was quarter ‘til midnight and everyone was piled in the living room to see the ball drop in New York. You leaned against Scott’s legs as Peter taught him how to braid your hair.

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anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if you already answered that but, at the end of HNITS, do Hannah's and Baker's parents know about their relationship? And how did it go for each of them?

It’s a warm, damp night, and her parents have the air conditioning running, but Hannah has her bedroom window open. Her laptop sits open on her messy desk, the iTunes app shuffling through Bon Iver songs, while she sits on the floor and thumbs through her old high school notebooks. It’s only been a month since she graduated, but she wants to go through her binders and essays from junior and senior year in case she finds anything that could be helpful for her classes at Emory.

It’s the first night in days that she and Baker haven’t seen each other. Last night they’d watched Legally Blonde with Joanie, and the night before that they’d gone on a date, and the night before that they’d sat on Hannah’s back porch and talked in low voices until a quarter ‘til midnight when Baker had left to meet her curfew, and the night before that….

But earlier this evening Baker’s brother, Nathan, had come up from New Orleans for Baker’s dad’s birthday, and so Hannah had spent the evening organizing her old school things and lazily refreshing her Facebook newsfeed.

She’s absorbed in a paper about Dante’s Inferno when her phone starts vibrating on her desk, jerking her out of her thoughts. Baker’s picture–an old one from junior year–lights up the screen, and Hannah answers with that new blooming feeling in her stomach.

“Hey,” she says, more breath than voice, not wanting to wake her family. “How was the birthday dinner?”

“Can I come over?” Baker sounds near tears, like that time she called from the emergency vet with Charlie.

“Yeah, of course,” Hannah says hastily, sitting up on her knees. “Is everything okay?”

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When I’m Gone

A/N:  I hope this is fluffy enough for you!  :)  I was going for sappy fluff when Yoongi was away during the MAMA awards.  Let me know what you think!  Also, two Yoongi updates in one week, I’m sensing a pattern for you lusty Yoongi readers!!

Request box is OPEN

Request:  Fluffy Yoongi story for @artificallyflavored

Genre:  Pure fluff, implied smut (innuendo)

Pairing:  Yoongi X Reader

Summary:  You never did well when Yoongi left for tour, and this latest tour was no different even though his stay away was only going to be for a few days.  Yoongi helps you to relax over video chat on his first night away to help you sleep.

Originally posted by beagletae


You sighed loudly, fingers tapping on the desk lightly as you stared blankly at the computer screen.  Normally you wouldn’t be caught dead in Yoongi’s studio room at his apartment, but this time was different.  He’d told you to stay at his apartment so that when he got back your scent would be all over the small space.  He especially was looking forward to your scent on his sheets and pillows.  Secretly you were excited that he was allowing you to stay in his apartment and even allowing you access to his studio room while he was away.

Yoongi was protective over his precious ‘babies’ and he didn’t like anyone - including the boys - to be anywhere near it without him present.  Tonight was different solely due to the fact that earlier you had received a text from Yoongi asking you to be sitting at his computer at exactly midnight.  His text gave no other instructions and nervously you found yourself pacing at ten thirty, by quarter ‘til midnight you found yourself staring a hole in the studio door.

At five minutes ‘til, you’d nervously opened the door, looking inside without entering, too scared to do it.  Your eyes instantly found the computer set up in the middle of the room, surrounded by his music equipment.  At three minutes to the deadline, you were finally sitting in his swivel chair, your hands hovering over the keyboard.

Now, there was only one minute left and you were a nervous wreck.  Wiping the sweat that had formed on your upper lip, you hit the ‘enter’ pulling up his login screen.  Typing in his information quickly, you glanced down at your phone to check the time.  As the screen loaded, the clock in the corner of the desktop screen turned.

You didn’t have to wait much longer before the Skype call came in and with your heart in your throat you answered it without another moments hesitation.  The connection wasn’t entirely stable at first, but you could see Yoongi’s light green hair and make out his gummy smile as the line stabled.

“Jagi, miss me yet?”  Yoongi’s voice was filled with a teasing undertone his gummy smile melting your heart instantly.

Nodding your head furiously, you wrapped your arms around yourself, wishing your hands were his wrapped around you.  Instead of speaking you and Yoongi spent the next several minutes just staring at each other through your computer screens, absorbing each other while you had time.

For him it was only eleven at night, while the clocks in Seoul had struck midnight signaling the beginning of a new day.  You weren’t in the least bit tired, but Yoongi had just gotten off the plane a few hours ago and was just now settling down in the hotel for the night.  The fact that he wanted to spend some of it with you - even if it was through his computer - meant more than the words he tried to express.

Yoongi’s actions always spoke louder than his words did, he didn’t vocalize his affection for you very often, and when he did it was often when you were alone in the bedroom.  Prying eyes and ears were what stilled Yoongi’s tongue in public or any setting that could have someone walking up on the two of you.  In his apartment - away from prying eyes and ears - and especially his bedroom, left you feeling more love from Yoongi than the average day spent together out and about.

“You’re wearing my sweater.”  It wasn’t a question, the statement of fact caused you to blink and look down at what you were wearing - one of Yoongi’s favorite white sweaters and your Mickey Mouse sleep pants.  Flushing a pretty pink, you plucked at the end of the sweater, not meeting his eyes.

“I missed you.”  Your words were simple, but they spoke volumes.  Yoongi knew that you hated to admit vulnerability to another person - especially if it meant that in some way you were revealing that you needed them.  That was something that the two of you shared, your mutual lack of using words to describe how you felt.

“I miss you too, Jagi.”  Yoongi’s deep voice was gruffer than normal, the emotion behind the words he hated saying because there wasn’t anything he could do right then to change them.  “You sleepy yet?”

You shook your head, your eyes locking with Yoongi’s once again as you continued to play with the hem of the sweater.  “No, I can’t sleep because you’re not here.”

Yoongi chuckled, licking his lips as he looked around his hotel room.  You couldn’t see anyone else, but that was because Yoongi had the bed closest to the window and his view only allowed you to see the closed curtains, part of his bed, and him.

“Close your eyes, princess.”

Your heart skipped a beat, he didn’t use pet names often, but ‘princess’ was one of his favorites when he was away.  Obeying him instantly, you shut your eyes, your ears straining to listen for his next words.

“Imagine me sitting in the chair instead of you.  You’re sitting in my lap, with my arms wrapped around you tightly.  I know you well enough to know that you won’t sit still, so you’ll be moving around in my lap.”

You blushed crimson at his words, knowing he was right, and Yoongi knew it too.  You couldn’t sit still for very long, but if your full attention was occupied you could be a rock.

“Wriggling around in my lap while I’m trying to show you a sneak peak at something I’ve been working on for my mix tape won’t end well, princess.  Your squirming leading us to the bedroom for a nice long love making session.”

You bit your lip, a slight moan escaping your lips, your eyes flying open in terror as they met Yoongi’s smirk on the screen.  He leaned closer to the screen as he watched your reaction.  Squirming around in the chair wasn’t helping the situation, it wasn’t fair that Yoongi was going on about the things he would do to you when he couldn’t even do anything about it.

A loud bang on his end of the connection broke the tension that was rising between you two.  Yoongi’s brow furrowed as he looked away from the screen before returning his attention to you.

“Jagi, when I get home in four days, I want you to repeat that sound for me in that same outfit.”