stop slamming doors

  • *the Watson's, Rosie's christening party*
  • Sherlock: *watching John & Mary dance with Rosie*
  • Molly: *hurrying over; grinning* There you are, my darling *hugs him; whispers* help me.
  • Sherlock: *blinking* Wha-
  • Guest: *approaching* Molly, Molly...don't you know it's rude to walk away from a conversation? You didn't even answer my question.
  • Molly: *holds Sherlock's hand* Err, yeah, the thing is Chris-
  • Guest: *annoyed* Steve.
  • Sherlock: *snaps out of it* I think my wife's made it perfectly clear she's not interested.
  • Guest: *frowns* Wife?
  • Molly: *giggles* Yeah.
  • Guest: *looks between them; storms off*
  • Sherlock & Molly: ...
  • Sherlock & Molly: *look down at their still clasped hands*
  • Molly: *clears her throat* Um, thank you. He's been following me around all day.
  • Sherlock: No, it's fine *pauses* we could...carry on, if you like? Avoid unwanted attention for the both of us.
  • Molly: *waves a hand* Nah, you don't have to stay with me because of him.
  • Sherlock: *strokes her hand* Well, then, how about I stay because of us?
  • Molly: *smiles* I'd like that.
BTS when they slap you: Jimin version

Ayyyy what’s rolling bishesss 

I’m back with the ‘Slap’ series, and this time it is Chim-chim :)) which means that now only Hosoek and Taehyung are left. 

For Hyung line(without hoseok) click here 

For Jungkook version click here 


You both had been out on a date when you got into a fight and you had said some nasty things but so had he. Not to mention, you had a good reason to be angry.  

You got out of the car before it even fully stopped and and slammed the door shut, making Jimin grip the steering wheel tightly, in efforts to control his anger. He couldn’t though. He stepped out of the car as well and ran after you and closes the door behind him once he enters his apartment. 

“What is your problem?!” He yelled at you, clearly angry with the way you were behaving. You turned around sharply, with an incredulous look in your eyes. 

“What is my problem? Are you seriously fucking asking me that, Jimin? We were out on a date after god knows how many months and you got your ‘rumoured’ girlfriend along?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! No, Park Jimin, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled back. 

Jimin took a step closer to you, eyes red due to his efforts to keep his anger from taking a form which he might regret. “What the fuck, y/n? You know there’s nothing going on between us! She wasn’t feeling too good, and she wanted me to be there for her. You already know how hard things are for her right now, her career’s taken a hit after the news of the scandal broke out. She is not feeling okay and-” 

“What about me?” You asked him with pure disbelief written on your face. “Did you think about how I felt when my man was being linked to some other woman? Or is she the only person you’re concerned about?” 

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, he was dangerously close to losing his temper. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous y/n. What you’re going through is completely different from what she is going through. You don’t know shit about our business, you wouldn’t understand. How can you be such an insensitive….bitch? You just walked out of the restaurant while we were having dinner. She must be feeling so awkward. Is this the way you should fucking behave?” 

The only thing you could see was red. “Yeah? what about how I’m feeling? You don’t give a shit how I’m feeling, do you? All you’re concerned about is her.” You let out an angry scoff. “Well, you listen to me you asshole. Do whatever the fuck you want with her. You’ve clearly shown me who you care about. Go. Get out. Go to her and ease her awkwardness. Just let me tell you one thing though, whatever little plan is in her mind, it’s clear to me. Crystal clear. I’m not being fooled.”

Jimin frowned in anger and confusion. “What plan…what do you mean?” 

“If she was that concerned about getting her career back up, she would be avoiding you at all costs right now, Jimin! Why would she accompany you to a public place? If you ask me, she planned this and she wants this rumour to be perceived as tru-” 


You head snapped to your left as you stood there in shock from the impact of his slap. You didn’t bother to stop the tears. You just turned back to look at him with wide eyes.

Jimin stood there shocked looking at his hands, his breathing heavy and shaky, eyes shining because of unshed tears and his hands shaking. He finally turned to look up at you and let out a broken cry as his hands reached out to soothe you but froze as soon as he saw you flinch. 

“No, no..” He stepped forward and fell down to his knees.”I-I didn’t mean to do that, y/n..I…I love you.” He said through his cries. 

“Step away from me Jimin.” You finally brought your hand down from your cheek, you face blank. “We’re done.” 

“NO!” Jimin was suddenly on his feet, your hands in his own, sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of what was going to happen. “No, please, y/n d-don’t leave, okay? Honey, I love you, I SWEAR! I am so sorry, p-please don’t go, hm? Please-” More cries “Don’t leave me, please y/n I swear I won’t ever, ever meet her again. I’ll do everything you say, just don’t leave me. Oh god y/n please..” He fell to his knees, your hands still in his own, looking at you with eyes drowned in tears.

You looked at the man you loved, begging you on his knees to stay and even if your sub-conscious mind was screaming at you to take him back, you couldn’t. You knew your soul wouldn’t forgive you, if you forgave him and let yourself be okay with what he had done. He had just…hit you. 

You yanked your hands back and he let out another cry. Without turning back you picked up your purse and walked out of his apartment, leaving behind a sobbing mess of a Jimin crying out for you. 

Then and maybe forever. 

YAAAAAAAAAAS I’m such an angst-whore I luuuurve it.Tell me how you liked it babies. *Hitting someone is not acceptable at all. Please don’t ever give this pain to someone. Treasure your partner and if you can’t, then leave them. Don’t ever, ever trap them in an abusive relationship. Stay blessed my babies. 🤘🏻


Much love,


It’s a Start

Prompt request: Can I request one where Tony Stark has a little sister who’s very sweet to people and believes in second chances? Loki and Bucky are still trying to adjust to being at the tower but she goes out of her way to show them kindness and include them in things. They become an inseparable trio. It annoys Tony so she gets her guys to tease him with her cause he’s ‘jealous he isn’t allowed in their club

Characters: Tony Stark, Loki, Bucky, Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam WIlson

Warnings: cursing, rude comments, Tony’s kind of a jerk

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to write! It was definitely one of the more complex stories, so I wanted to make sure I got it right (hopefully I did). This is my first Loki fanfic, so feedback is always appreciated! Requests and tags are open! As always, thanks for reading!

You plopped your bags on the tiled kitchen floor and sighed as you stretched your sore arm muscles. “Thanks again for letting me stay here, Tony,” you said, turning around to face your brother.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replied, placing your last two bags on the floor. He kissed your forehead and wrapped you up in a hug. “You’re always welcome here.”  

You were living in the Avengers Tower for the summer with your older brother, Tony Stark. Okay, so he wasn’t actually your biological brother. In fact, he wasn’t even a brother by marriage. You were Pepper’s seventeen year-old sister, and even though she and Tony broke up more than a year ago, he never stopped loving you like his own sibling. He would still cheer you on at your soccer games, take you to the movies, and just spend time with you. You had been living with Pepper to claim residency in New York to get a cheaper tuition rate at your first-choice college. When Pepper got called away on a job for the summer, it made sense that you would stay with Tony.

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anonymous asked:

Headcannon where MC refuse to answer any phonecalls or talk to RFA+V+Saeran because she has toothache and don't want to tell them because she had been warned not to eat too much sweets by them. But the gang misunderstood, thinking that MC ignoring them or mad at them??


I didn’t do Jaehee because I think she’d be really calm and understanding, and wait patiently until you eventually tell her—although she’d still be slightly nervous for the entire time until you revealed the truth. 

Same with V (especially V, he would probably just quietly blame himself until your toothache gets better so you can tell him…)

But here you go~!



  • You’d already been ignoring him all day
  • Usually you’d cheerfully reply to him as soon as he sent the messages
  • He was beginning to worry if he had done something wrong
  • After all… he had lied to you about not playing LOLOL last night, in exchange that you wouldn’t eat sweets…
  • Oh no. Maybe you found out about his lie.
  • He left hundreds, woah, wait it just became thousands, of voicemails on your phone
  • “Why won’t you return my calls >_<”
  • “MC… I’ll give up LOLOL if you would just talk to me!”
  • “Please… I’m sorry for breaking my promise….”
  • As his voicemails blasted from your phone one after the other, you felt more and more clueless—what in the world was he talking about?
  • Seriously, what crime had he committed to apologize so intensely? Your phone had been vibrating the entire f*cking morning.
  • When your phone rang AGAIN, you picked it up
  • “DAMMIT Yoosung, SHUT UP ALREADY!! It’s not my fault if you committed a crime! Don’t drag me into this!”
  • You hung up angrily, glaring at your phone as you rubbed on the outside of your poor, poor toothache.
  • Meanwhile:
  • Yoosung was tearing up from your phone call. S-she considers it a crime…? NOOOOOO!!
  • “I’LL NEVER LIE AGAIIIIIIN!!!” he bawled
  • And the misunderstandings only continued to grow.
  • (But your tooth felt better!!)


  • “Baaaabe… why won’t you talk to me?”
  • You’d cancelled out on a date, and you hadn’t talked to him the entire day PLUS you hadn’t answered his nightly phone calls—it was a TRADITION between the two of you, TRADITION!!
  • Now Zen was at your door, half sobbing as you refused to let him inside the apartment.
  • You were suffering from a toothache, and you really really didn’t want to talk to him right now
  • He’d even been telling you yesterday, “Babe, I know you love sweets but it’s not good to eat too many! If you really need something sweet… you can have me, instead!”
  • …to which you pushed him aside and took another cookie from behind him.
  • Zen’s knocking persisted, “I know you’re in there! Please come out? We can talk about it… Was it a fake scandal or something? You know I only love you… It must be a misunderstanding, let’s talk, okay?”
  • He was starting to sound desperate, and you almost felt sorry for him… BUT.
  • Yes, BUT, your pride still won over your sympathy. There was no way you were going to let him know that he had been right, that you shouldn’t have eaten so many sweets.
  • His knocking suddenly stopped when another door slammed open- probably your neighbour’s.
  • You could almost hear Zen’s jaw drop to the ground
  • He would never cheat on you.
  • “What the- no stop, don’t touch me!” Zen shrieked.
  • The old lady’s voice came again, “Oh my, come to think of it, you’re actually quite handsome… Well, since you’re a naughty, unfaithful lad anyway, why don’t you come with me?”
  • “MC?! GOD SEVEN? HELL, EVEN JUMIN HAN!! I’ll forgive you for everything, even your inability to see my beauty, just please save me…”
  • Screams of agony filled the apartment building.


  • “MC. Don’t eat all the sweets at once, you’ll get a toothache, okay?” he said calmly as he gifted you a box of assorted candy.
  • That had been what he told you last night, to which you had carelessly nodded to without really paying attention. You really regretted not listening to him now—but there was no way you would let him have the satisfaction of being right.
  • You proceeded to lock yourself in the room for the day so you wouldn’t have to face him. When he called you to say he’d be coming home from work soon, you only hummed a short reply. “Mhm…”
  • Concerned by your short, seemingly distant reply, he arrived home almost immediately after the call.
  • In swift, long strides, he’s walked to the door of your bedroom, knocking every now and then.
  • “MC..? Are you feeling sick?” Knock knock.
  • “Should I call a doctor?” Knock knock knock.
  • “Do you need Elizabeth the 3rd?” Knock knock.
  • “I’m sorry for hogging her last night. I promise to share her wonderful embodiment of fur with you the next time.” Knock.
  • “Or are you, perhaps, hungry…? Oh. Could it be your time of the month? I have heard women tend to be grumpy and irritabl-“
  • You swung open the door, glaring at him. “Hmph!” you grunted, refusing to open your mouth to reply.
  • He stared.
  • And stared.
  • …and stared.
  • “PFFT!” then he burst out laughing. “GYAHAHAHAH—you! You look! HAHAHAHH!!”
  • What the- who died and replaced the serious, dull Jumin Han with this out of character laughing freak??
  • Seriously, this guy’s sense of humour was whack.


  • The number that you are trying to reach is not available right now. Please call again later.
  • The number that you are trying to reach-
  • The number that you-
  • The nu-
  • Beeeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeep…
  • All seven of Seven’s phones couldn’t get in contact with you right now.
  • He knew that you were home—the GPS on your phone showed it! And you hadn’t left your house today either, according to his security cameras. (Stalker alert lololol)
  • Instead of trying to bother you more, he began to sulk in the corner of his dark, dark room.
  • I don’t deserve her.
  • She probably hates me now.
  • Mushrooms were growing on top of his head as each thought made him more and more depressed.
  • It’s no wonder… I didn’t share the last Honey Buddha Chips with her yesterday…
  • MC -
  • His phone suddenly rang, showing your caller ID.
  • “MC?!” he exclaimed excitedly.
  • Seeeveeeen… I can’t take it anymore!” your muffled voice came through the speaker. “My tooth… It hurts too much!! I’m sorry I ate all your boxes of Honey Buddha Chips… Ugghh…”
  • WHAT!?!
  • “WHAT DID YOU SAY?” he shouted, eyes widening in horror.
  • No. NO. That can’t be!
  • Seven fainted.


  • Poke. Poke. Poke.
  • He snickered as he poked against your cheek, knowing that you were biting back tears from your painful toothaches.
  • “Grrr,” you growled at him angrily, narrowing your eyes as you pouted.
  • Say it. Tell me I was right. I waaarned you what would happen if you ate too much candy, didn’t I?” he sighed in mock pity.
  • You shook your head furiously, stubbornly refusing.
  • “MC~ I won’t give you the numbing medicine if you don’t say it~” he teased, grinning.
  • You let out a whiny whimper from your throat, giving him your best puppy look face, trying to look pitiful. Instead, this lil asshole only laughed at you.
  • Still, you kept your mouth shut.
  • “Tsk, fine, be that way,” he sighed dramatically, an amused glint in his eyes.
  • But you actually did continue to ignore him, for the entire day. He began to worry if you were really mad at him, and he poked his head into your room to check up on you quietly, not wanting to say anything that could upset you. (It was so cute, awwh)
  • Truthfully, your toothache was even worse now, and you didn’t even have the motivation to let him know that you weren’t mad.
  • So when you woke up the next morning, you found breakfast and ice cream on your table, with a little note next to it.
  • I’m sorry about yesterday, will you forgive me?’
  • Awwww, Saeran~!!
Guilty Secrets

You couldn’t lie to my sister. Not about the big stuff, anyway, the stuff that ate away at you and kept you awake at night. I don’t know if I’d call it a gift or anything, but she had an ability. She could see guilt.

I don’t mean she was good at reading expressions or picking up on body language; she could literally see manifestations of people’s guilt following them around. It started with Whiskey, our childhood cat. Mom said he’d decided to move out to the country to enjoy his old age, but Cassidy kept seeing him lying at Mom’s feet, completely still and stiff.

She asked Mom over and over why Whiskey wasn’t moving until Mom started to sob and admitted she’d had to put our kitty to sleep. She’d felt so guilty about lying and about her “betrayal” to Whiskey, her beloved companion of seventeen years, but she’d wanted to protect us from death for a little while longer.

In her grief, Mom didn’t think to ask Cassidy how she’d known the truth.

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Momma Hale

So cute =) Tell me if good or not.

Word Count: 763

Warnings? none

Requested? yes

It started out slowly, you knew Liam and Isaac thought of you as their mom, technically everyone thought of you as their mom, but when the boys started competing for attention, it was hell.

You were in the kitchen making their lunches, as they refused to eat the school lunches when you became Derek’s girlfriend. You were bobbing your song to some song you had playing in the speaker. You were making Boyd’s peanut butter sandwich when the door slammed into the wall.

You sighed, not looking up as you already knew who it was. “You seriously need to stop slamming doors when you need my attention, Isaac, you’re gonna make a hole in the wall at some point.”

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anonymous asked:

That ask of Fushimi with neko powers was really funny! What if it was Yata who got the power?

So going with the same power from that ask, Yata can turn into a cat and back but every time he transforms back into a human he’s naked. At first when he gets hit he turns into the tiniest angriest kitty, like imagine this teeny red kitten hissing at everything because Yata has no idea what just happened but he’s not happy about it. That’s when Fushimi comes walking by because Scepter 4’s been hunting down the Strain, Yata’s immediately on guard upon seeing him. Fushimi just looks down idly and is totally unimpressed, face twisting because he’s not a fan of cats. He tries to wave the cat away and Yata puffs up a little, swiping at him. Fushimi’s just like what’s this cat’s problem as he picks Yata up by the nape of his neck. Yata’s squirming and meowing and then suddenly there’s a puff of smoke and a totally naked Yata in sitting on top of a very confused Fushimi. Yata’s pretty confused himself, trying to figure out what just happened, and that’s when he realizes that he’s naked. He immediately goes bright red, looking for something to cover himself with and that’s when he sees that there are other people around and they are staring. Fushimi sits up and is all smug and amused, like oh you’re being awfully bold today for a virgin. Yata starts sputtering and yelling, like he’s not sure if he wants to be pissed at Fushimi or find something to hide him or what, which is when he pops back into cat form.

Fushimi’s tempted to just leave Yata be but he doesn’t want Yata to get hit by a car or anything so he scoops Yata up and takes him back to Scepter 4 (imagine he runs into Akiyama and Benzai on his way in, they see the small red bundle of fur that Fushimi is unsuccessfully trying to hide in his coat and just pat his shoulders knowingly, later Fushimi finds someone left a nice tin of tuna in front of the door to his dorm room). Yata’s not pleased at being in Scepter 4 but he does probably warm up to it a bit when he turns back to normal and at least if he’s in Fushimi’s dorm he’s not being naked in front of a bunch of people. Maybe Fushimi drops Yata off in his room and kitty Yata curls up to take a nap, he wakes up in human form again and grabs one of Fushimi’s spare coats to cover himself at least a bit. Then he hears a knock at the door and assumes it’s Fushimi coming to check on him (that Fushimi wouldn’t need to knock on the door to his own dorm doesn’t occur to him) and opens the door to find a couple of Fushimi’s coworkers standing there and staring at him. Yata’s like oh hey sorry, I’m just waiting for Saruhiko and then he notices the way they’re all exchanging glances and he suddenly realizes that he’s standing there very obviously naked wearing only Fushimi’s jacket. Ten minutes later Fushimi becomes aware of the ‘Fushimi-san is keeping a naked Yatagarasu-san in his bedroom’ rumor flying around and goes storming back to the dorm all irritated, he finds kitty Yata curled up on his bed and clicks his tongue, sitting down next to Yata and petting him while muttering to himself.

Crash Landing (Part Three/?)

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2122

Part One Part Two Part Three

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A/N: I’m ever so sorry that this has taken so long, but here is part three, a little longer than the other parts. The places in this story are all real! I researched them and everything. Sorry if the spacing is weird, I was using Google Docs. On a side note, I do love all of my aunts. And I actually did take a self-defence martial arts class from six to eleven.

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“Relax! Relax, it’s me! Spider-Man!”

Mouth dropping open in shock and relief, you froze. Then reality shook you back into action.

“What were you thinking?” Stepping forward you slapped his shoulder. “Don’t do that ever again or, so help me, I will beat you up. Spider-Man or not.”

“Really?” The amusement in his voice irritated you.

“I’m not playing around, Spider-Boy,” you said dangerously, stepping up to him. “I’ll put you in the freaking ground.”

Your noses were an inch apart, but Spider-Man stepped even closer to you.
“I’d like to see you try.”

As the last word left his lips, you grabbed his wrist and pinned it to his back. He leaned forward with the force, unknowingly making it harder for himself. You sprawled out a hand against his lower back, pushing him with enough vigour to make him drop to the floor, sprawled out on the grimy ground. He groaned; his mask was slightly askew so that you could see his mouth.

“Just a little taste,” you smirked as he sat up slowly.

“Where did you learn to do that?” There was no mistaking the surprise in his tone.

“Parents made me take a self-defence class from ages six to eleven, to be exact.” You bowed sarcastically.

Spider-Man’s mouth hung open in awe. “First you can make the world’s best coffee and now you prove yourself to be a total badass! Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Well, I can’t do a forward roll, for starters and –” You paused. “’World’s best coffee’? What do you mean? As far as I know, Spider-Man has never been into The Grind before.”

Spider-Man pulled his mask down and giggled nervously. “What? I never said that…” He stood suddenly and turned slightly. “Well, I’ve got to, um, save the world and stuff, so –”

“No, wait –”

He waved once and whipped away, leaving you to stew in confusion. Resting your hand on the café’s back door handle, you didn’t look back as you stepped inside.

Peter didn’t come by early or at all the next day, which made you uneasy. Had you been too harsh telling him to go home yesterday? Had you screwed up his coffee? As cliché as it was, over the very few days you’d known him, you liked him. You weren’t sure if it was just friendly, but still. You’d spent your whole life criticising people who acted like this, and here you were, exactly the same. What a hypocrite.

Peter was an incredibly pretty guy, inside and out. Literally the purest person you’d ever met; gentle and kind. Ready to help no matter what. He was too good to be true.

A few weeks passed. Then a couple of months. You felt sick almost all the time, wondering what you had done which was so bad.

Winter came and went. Spring began. You vowed to make this a new beginning. No more Peter. No more dreaming.

Still antsy and upset over Peter’s sudden disappearance, you spilled Chet’s order, drenching Chet, yourself and the new napkins which had come in that morning. So, you weren’t exactly in your Aunt’s good books. (Were you ever?)

“(Y/N), if you don’t get your crap together, I’m talking to your mom,” she said tauntingly as she patronisingly squinted at you. “And I’m not going to be as nice this time.”

You rolled your eyes. “Do it! I’m getting below minimum wage anyway. Might as well go and work at freaking McDonalds.”

She scowled and trooped off into her ‘office’. (It was really more of a broom cupboard.) (What kind of narcissist needed an office in a freaking coffee shop, anyway?) Seeing her disappear and leave you to it made your blood boil. You had had enough.

Storming after her, you stuck your foot in the doorframe, stopping her from slamming the door, one of her favourite things to do. Elbowing the door to the side, you leant against the door frame.

“You know what?” You threw up your hands in frustration. “I quit. See you at Thanksgiving.”

She let out a surprised noise and you unceremoniously slammed the door behind you. Hurriedly you gathered your things before your Aunt could come out and publicly yell at you. You also made sure to quickly spill some black coffee outside her office door. Hurtling to the front of the café, you ran into a customer, a regular you thought, who asked where you were going. You ignored them, budging past to burst out into the open street.

And then you walked.

You walked and walked and walked and walked. The anger fuelled you; it didn’t look like you would be stopping anytime soon. Despite the little sun and the grey skies, your skin prickled with sweat.

Eventually, you stumbled your way into Queens Center Mall, moving speedily to the escalators and stepping off at Level 3. Following the steady stream of excited kids, you slipped into Build-A-Bear, trying to look inconspicuous. Oddly, the colours and cute clothes calmed you, and you let out a deep breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. Perusing the wide selection, you picked out a pale-yellow bear, had him stuffed and named him Rover. Then you made your way to the clothes section. You smiled, almost laughed.

Right in the middle of your line of vision? A Spider-Man t-shirt and leggings. You recalled the odd encounter you’d had with Spider-Man a few months prior and your stomach did an odd, sad flip.

Grabbing the tiny clothes anyway, you raced to the checkout, paid and rushed outside, finding a bench to sit on. Pulling off the tags, you began pulling the shirt over the bear’s head. Then you moved onto the leggings. Trying to stuff the bear feet-first into them, you suddenly became aware of how odd you must look to everyone else. You put a bit more effort in, attempting to work fast. A shadow passed over you and then hung there.

“Nothing to see here,” you said tiredly. “Just a girl – a girl trying to squeeze a bear’s over-sized legs into some leggings.” The shadow chuckled.

“(Y/N)? Are you body-shaming a Build-A-Bear?”

Your head shot up in surprise. Peter was standing there, arms folded, watching you with a very obvious look of amusement. Self-consciously you clutched Rover to your stomach, one of his legs only half inside the leggings.

“Oh, Peter,” you tried to flip your hair nonchalantly over your shoulder and caught some in your mouth, losing the little dignity you had left. Your insides prickled at the sight of him. So much for getting over him. “Didn’t expect to see you here! You come here often?” You winked.

Peter looked taken aback for a second, then his smile widened and he looked away for a second, scratching his nose. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”





You shrugged. “Nothing is real, Peter,” you said solemnly, then promptly burst into a shaky fit of laughter. Peter looked incredibly confused. You sighed. “I quit.”

Peter’s eyes widened, but he nodded slowly, understanding. He’d seen your Aunt yell at you  numerous times, despite only having started going to The Grind.

Peter held out a hand and when you took it, he hauled you up. Gently he took Rover from you, and began walking away. He looked over his shoulder, signalling for you to follow him. So, you did. Walking next to him, you watched as he easily fit the bear’s legs into the leggings, taking more care than you had. With a smirk, he turned to you and held Rover out with both hands. You scowled and took him back.

“Thank you,” you said sulkily.

“You’re welcome,” he cheerily replied. “I like the Spider-Man clothes.”

“Where are we going?”

“Well, I was going back into Center Mall. Ned wanted McDonald’s… Do you wanna come with?”

Yes, please.”

Weaving back through the mall, Peter placed his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you, even though he probably knew that you knew the way. But it felt nice.

Eventually you saw the glowing sign, and squeezed in to restaurant. Peter assured you that he didn’t need any help, so you sat in a booth and waited for him. You watched as he ordered an incredible amount of food, laughing when he attempted to carry five paper bags and two paper cup holders. Rushing forwards, you grabbed as much as you could, earning a very grateful look from Peter. Your stomach nervously fluttered, making you grimace.

Steadily walking out of the restaurant, you turned to Peter.

“You said you didn’t need any help!” You shook your head, smiling. “Where are we taking this?”

“Just to Hoffman Park,” Peter mumbled, looking at his watch. “Like, six minutes.”

“What are you guys doing in Hoffman?”

“Ned re-wired this remote-control car thing and we wanted to try it out but Aunt May wouldn’t let us do it in our apartment.” He sighed. “But we tried it in there anyway, and broke, like… two plates? So, now we’re trying it out here, because there’s more space. Then we’re going to look for some new plates for Aunt May.”

“And so the moral of the story is…” you prompted.

“Uh… Listen to your elders?”

“Not even close,” you grinned. It didn’t feel forced; it felt as though you’d never been apart. “The moral of the story is: either be a pro at whatever stupid crap you’re doing, or be a pro at covering up when you mess up your stupid crap.”

Peter nodded solemnly. “You’re probably right,” he sighed.

You walked in comfortable silence until you reached Hoffman Park’s gate. As you both entered, Ned came hurtling towards both of you. He practically attacked you, tugging the bags from your grip. You shrieked, both of you falling over onto a patch of nearby grass. Ned immediately sat up and began asking questions.

“Peter, did you get a Happy Meal? And a fruit bag? Peter! They’ve got Spider-Man toys in now! Please tell me you got a Happy Meal!” You sat up and brushed yourself off, Ned gasping in realisation. “You’re not Peter…”

“I’ve got your Happy Meal here,” Peter shook one of the bags mockingly and sat down on the grass between you and Ned.

“Who’s this?” Ned wiggled his eyebrows, seeming to forget the fact he’d just flattened you.

“This – This is (Y/N).” Peter pointed at you awkwardly.

“’Sup, girl?” Ned wiggled his eyebrows, and the two of you burst into peals of laughter.

Three hours later, and you’d exhausted several topics of conversation with the two boys. The food was almost finished, apart from a few large fries and Peter’s Happy Meal. Stuffed and happy, you and Ned lay stretched out on the grass, your head in Peter’s lap, asking random questions.

“Who’s your favourite superhero?” Ned asked.

“Spider-Man,” you said, too quickly.

Peter abruptly choked on his milkshake, wheezing to the side, trying to avoid coughing over you. Ned began hysterically laughing. You watched them both, concerned. When he stopped, you nervously slid a hand through his. He looked down at your entwined hands and smiled, then turned back to Ned to answer his question.

“Spider-Man is pretty cool,” he said tensely, though with a smirk.

Ned nodded seriously, still trying not to laugh, looking between you two. “So, you guys are going out, right?”


“You’re not? Well, you should be. I could see you guys walking from a distance, all cute and stuff.”

Peter looked at you, utterly mortified and embarrassed, trying to mutter an apology. Your face broke apart in a grin. He was so cute. Ned had a point. You turned to him and laughed.

“You’re right!” You stood and mockingly bowed to Peter, shaking a little. “Peter, dear, would you… Would you accompany me on a date?”

Peter spluttered, staring at you, mouth wide. “You’re – You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not.” You smiled gently. “So, what do you say?”

Still shocked, Peter continued to gape at you. Ned took the wheel.

Dude.” He rolled his eyes at Peter, exasperated. “He says yeah, (Y/N).”

Peter nodded frantically. “Yeah!”

Your smile widened, and you stood to leave. Remembering you still had one of The Grind’s Sharpies, you fished it out of your pocket and knelt down, uncapping it and sticking the lid in your mouth. You tenderly took Peter’s hand, pushing his sweater sleeve up his arm. Then, you scrawled your number across his forearm. Peter watched in excited silence.

Standing again, you took the lid from your mouth and recapped the pen. You threw it to Ned, who caught it easily.

“Keep it,” you grinned and he smiled back. Then you turned to Peter, your smile widening impossibly.

“You better go all-out on this date, (Y/N),” Peter twinkled. “I want roses. I want to be swept off of my feet.”

“You bet your ass I’m going all out,” you beamed, waving your hands about. “The works.”

The both of you goofily grinned at each other before Ned made a disgusted noise, pulling you out of your daze. You mimicked him, told Peter you’d call, then bounced away, a new spring in your step. When you reached outside the gate, you clenched your fists, ecstatic.

Yes!” you exclaimed, fisting the air several times, making several people around you stare quizzically. Mouthing an apology, you rushed off down the street.

You had a date to plan.

If He’s Going To Treat You Like Shit, I’m Going To Kick His Ass (Lafayette x Reader)

This is a bit late. Sorry. Let it be made clear that by no means am I trying to romanticize domestic (or any type) of abuse. This is what was requested, and this is how it played out in my head. IF YOU HAVE ANY SENSITIVITY TO DOMESTIC ABUSE, I URGE YOU TO NOT CONTINUE READING. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Enjoy.

The door slammed as he exited, shaking the house and causing a picture frame hung on the wall near the door to come crashing to the ground.

It happened again.

You always said it wouldn’t happen again. He always swore it wouldn’t.

It happened again anyways.

You stood in the corner of the living room, shaking like a small animal. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you tried to steady your breathing and stop the tears from rolling down your face. You glanced around the room at the wreckage. There were holes produced by his fists that were left gaping in the walls. He had completely smashed several ornate dishes, the once full circles being shattered into copious sharp fragments. Your floors were littered with several objects, ranging from cutlery to candle holders. He had chucked them at you in an episode of rage. His sharp kits made your skin sting and bruise.

He was a nice guy, you continued to tell yourself. He just got mad sometimes. He became a tornado, fashioning any peaceful environment into a war zone for any kind of reason. This time: you had undercooked his dinner.

Time ticked by. You remained in your corner. You knew you were not to move. If he returned and you were not back at home ready to cook him another dinner and forgive him, all hell would break loose once again. You remained in the corner, waiting for his return. You were scared. You were terrified. But if you defied him again, things would be ten times worse. You stood in the quiet after the storm and waited.

A sharp knock broke the silence.

Your heart stopped. He was back. 

You began the routine you had run too many times before. You quickly pattered to the door, not wanting to make him wait. You smoothed out your dress, commanded your body to stop shaking, and spread a false warm smile onto your face. You took a deep breath as you twisted the door knob and swung it open.

“Hey hone-”

“(Y/N)! Mi amour, how have you been?”

You were suddenly pulled into a hug and felt a kiss pressed to each one of your cheeks. This wasn’t him. Thank God.

It was unmistakably Marquis de Lafayette, a good friend of yours for several years. It was such a comfort that he came to see you, and a real smile of happiness formed on your face as you sunk into his hold.

“I’ve been great, Marquis.” you lied. “ And all is well with you?”

“Of course! The revolution is brewing, you know.”

“So I’ve heard! Everyone seems to be catching on, finally.” you smiled as you broke the embrace. “We should be free in no time.” 

“Yes, it shouldn’t be long now,” he grinned. “I was hoping that before I have to go away, I could share a cup of tea with you?” he offered as he held up two bags of your favorite tea. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the offer. You had no idea how he had managed to remember your favorite tea brand, but it was a sweet gesture.

“Of course!”

“May I come in?”

You froze. 

There was no possible way you could explain the disaster that was your dining room. Lafayette would know. You couldn’t let that happen.

“Actually, I c-can’t right now.” you stammered.

“Why not?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in concern.

“I…um….have some things to attend to.” you said, stepping back into your house. You were eager to get him to leave.


“Goodbye!” you exclaimed as you swung the door shut.

But the door halted right before it was closed. Lafayette had wedged his foot into your house, stopping you from slamming the door on him. He pushed it open again.

“(Y/N)…” he began. “What is that?” he asked as he pointed at something.

You followed his gesture to the shattered picture frame that had been knocked to the ground after your boyfriend stormed out of the house. 

“Oh, it’s nothing… it just… fell.” you lied. 

“Oh?” he questioned, not convinced.

You placed your hand on the door, barring him from coming in. “Listen, Laf. Now isn’t the best time and-”

He gently grabbed your arm off the door frame and scanned his eyes over your arm. There were apparent new bruises forming around your wrist.

“(Y/N)? What are these?”

“I fell.” you instantly replied. It was your usual response whenever someone questioned you about the marks.

“I don’t believe you.” he instantly shot back.

You were taken aback by his direct resistance to believe you.

“(Y/N), are you okay?”

You hung your head down. Tears began to blur your vision as you refused to answer him. You couldn’t lie to him, not again. He did nothing to deserve being denied the truth.

You felt him place his large hands onto your shaking shoulders.

“Who did this?”

You refused to respond. You weren’t going to lie to him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. His question was met with your silence. 

“Well if you’re not going to answer me-” he started as he began pushing past you, entering your home.

“No, no!” you interrupted, unsuccessful in keeping him out of your house any longer. He gently pushed you aside as he entered your home despite your efforts. It only took him a second to witness the state several rooms of your house were in.

He was silent. You watched as his hands curled into fists.

“Someone’s hurting you.”


“It’s your boyfriend, isn’t it.”

He looked to you for a response. You shook your head in defeat. 

“I’m going to kick his ass.” he said, a furious expression obvious on his face. 

“No, no, n-no, Lafayette, that wouldn’t be right.”

“If he’s going to treat you like shit, I’m going to kick his ass!” he shouted, trying to justify his previous statement. 

“Lafayette, please.” you begged.

“Why? Why are you defending him?” he snarled. He wasn’t angry at you, but he was irate none the less, and it was clear in his voice.

“I… I don’t know…”

There was silence as he gazed at you, waiting for a better answer.

“I just… don’t w-want him to get mad again.” you admitted, tears rolling down your cheeks as you covered your mouth with the back of your hand as if to physically keep more words from escaping. You sunk to the floor.

His expression fell into a sympathetic one as he rushed towards you, knelt down, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

“He won’t hurt you anymore, (Y/N). I can promise that.”

You sobbed into him.

“I’m so… scared” you wailed.

“I’ll protect you from now on, I promise.”

You stayed there for several minutes, crying out into his chest as he held you tighter, convincing you of your security. 

“(Y/N)!” a voice boomed outside your door as a fist hit it.

You immediately jumped and began to shake again. He was back.

“(Y/n), stay here… I’ll take care of him.” Lafayette cooed in a soft, sweet voice as he unwrapped his arms around you.

You whimpered as he stood up and straightened himself out, gave you a reassuring smile, then turned and began making his way to the door.

You heard the door squeak as it was opened.

“Who the hell are you?!” you heard your boyfriend shout.

Je vais vous faire crissement , porc.” Lafayette responded, absolutely livid.

“What the hell does th-” your boyfriend began. He was cut off by what appeared to be a fist colliding with his jaw. You squeezed your eyes shut.

The sounds that followed were all thumps, cries of pain, french and english swears, and the loud finale: someone’s skull being smacked against the wooden floorboards. You had no clue who had won. You sat in your corner and waited, your heartbeat obnoxiously thumping your chest.

You heard the floorboards creek as one of the men rose, and began walking towards you.

Mi amor?” a voice asked.

You slowly opened your eyes and gazed upon a torn up Marquis, lip split open and blood trickling onto his chin. 


“I’m fine, do not worry.” he said as he sunk to the floor and gathered you in his arms. “Are you okay?”

“I….I…” you searched for words that weren’t there.

Finally some fell on you.

“I’m free…” you breathed out in relief.

Lafayette smiled and looked down at you.

“Come now, let’s go. I would hate for you to be trapped here any longer.”

He took your hands and helped you up off the ground.

“Please, (Y/N),” he began. “When we leave, close your eyes. I don’t want you to see this.”

You shook your head in agreement. You had no clue what had happened, but you certainly did not want to see the aftermath of it.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and Lafayette wrapped his arm around your waist and began to guide you out. Together, you eventually shuffled out of the house, the sunlight stinging your eyes as you opened them. Fresh air rushed into your lungs; it was a sensation you had long missed.

“Is there anywhere I can take you?” he asked as he continued guiding you down the sidewalk.

“Home.” you requested. 

He smiled.

Hand in hand, you walked back to his house. Your shackles were broken, your chains vanished, and you could finally breathe again, free from fear. Lafayette gripped your hand a bit harder as your house vanished in the distance. 

“As long as I’m around, I promise that I’ll  be here to protect you.”

False Destinies || Peter Parker x Reader [soulmate au]

((prompt: You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you don’t know what to do.))

prompt given via:

okay, so ||broken dreams|| was slightly depressing, so lets have some fluff with a dash of angst for this story! I hope you readers look forward to it

warnings: none

**dont repost/plagiarize this story**

word count: 2,800+


When you were born, there wasn’t a single name etched on your right wrist.

In the world that you lived in, having a name etched on to the skin of your wrist meant that you were connected to your soulmate. Taking into consideration about the millions of people who shared the same name, people often told you that despite there being many Johns, Teresas, or Larrys in the world, they weren’t quite the same as your John, Teresa, or Larry.

That whenever you met the person destined for you, you would somehow know.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (3)

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Part 3 of an ongoing sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

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

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

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Word Count: 2,460 (-ish)

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You scowled at Chanyeol, shoving another fist full of popcorn into your mouth. It was only you and he at home, Minseok was out doing God knows what probably with the other boys and you still weren’t happy about it. It’s not that you wanted him to stay away from them because you hated them. It’s not that you wanted to pretend they didn’t exist because that wasn’t the case either, you had grown fond of them over the two months you’d spent with them so in fact it was quite the opposite. But you were so desperate for your life to move on, you never wanted to walk back into that direction and Minseok didn’t want that either, at least that’s what you had thought but it turned out you were wrong.

“Listen Y/N it wasn’t my place to say, it was Minseok’s duty. I don’t mean anything on the grand scheme of things nowadays I’m only a friend, he’s your husband so I really don’t see how any of this is my fault.” Chanyeol pouted back, slapping your hand away from the bowl of popcorn and pulling it into his lap.

You frowned at him. “I’ve already told you Chanyeol, you’re not just a friend you’re my best friend and that will never change, you mean as much to me now as you always have so don’t act like you’re an unimportant individual in the ‘grand scheme of things’.” You threw your fingers in the air making quotation marks and mocked his voice. However he was right this wasn’t his fault it wasn’t his job to inform you about anything anymore it was Minseok’s job now. You sighed standing up from your seat and stretched your hands up in the air.

“Anyway I didn’t come round to discuss your marital problems Y/N, I came to ask you a favour. Well ask a favour for Kyungsoo.”

“Why what’s up with him, he’s okay isn’t he?” Your heart thumped a little bit, your mind flashed back to the state of him lying in his own blood on the kitchen floor, with his eyes rolling into the back of his head, it made you feel sick it was something you would never be able to erase no matter how hard you tried.

“Yeah he’s fine mostly, I mean he’s coping –ish. Basically he’s living with Sehun, Yixing and Jongdae at Minseok’s old house, but it’s got stairs right? So he can’t really get about much there’s only so much he can do for himself and you know how bad Kyungsoo can get when he allows himself to feel shitty, he’s getting back to that state of blocking himself away and it’s not doing him any good. Since you’re living in this beautiful bungalow…” Chanyeol smiled cheekily at you. You rolled your eyes in response, it’s not that you didn’t want to help Kyungsoo out, but you were really finding it hard to live with your own husband right now, you didn’t need the added stress.

“Chanyeol I don’t think –”

“Oh come on Y/N, it doesn’t have to be for long, just until he can get his spirits back up a little, please. It breaks my heart to see Kyungsoo paralysed and the fact that he can’t deal with it emotionally just makes it worse, he’s still trying so hard to pretend he’s okay but he still hasn’t come to terms with it properly honestly he’s still in denial.” He sulked, dragging you down to the sofa by your arm.

“Fine just for a while then, I’ve got issues to deal with. Or should I say an issue. Minseok. Maybe marrying him was a mistake Chan?” You said sadly looking down at the ring on your finger.

“Woah, come on Y/N don’t say that I’m sure you’re just going through a rough patch it happens to all couples right?”

“But Chanyeol how could he keep such a big secret from me. How could he not tell me that Luhan is back? Did I not deserve to know? Maybe this marriage should never have happened.” You paused and looked up to your right as you heard the front door closing and footsteps stopping near where the coats hung.

“So now you regret our marriage hmm?” Minseok seethed, staring at you through angry eyes, reminding you of how he used to be when you first met him and it made your skin crawl. “So I don’t tell you about Luhan, and now that means our marriage is being questioned. I didn’t tell you because I was trying to keep you safe. I wanted to keep you safe and sane Y/N! If that’s not being a good husband then I don’t know what is? You know what?…yeah let’s talk. In fact Chanyeol get the fuck out, I need to talk to my wife since that’s we she wants.” His voice was laced with venom as he darted his eyes towards Chanyeol, who was now rising from his space on the couch.

“No! Chanyeol stay!” You shouted at him as if he was a dog, but that was the least of your concerns at this moment.

“No! Chanyeol get the fuck out now!” Minseok shouted taking a step closer in your direction.

“No Minseok he’s staying!” You both looked at Chanyeol who was still stood there, his eyes wide looking between the two of you.

“You know what I’ll just go, I need to pick up Soo and bring him here anyway may as well go now hmm? See you in a bit.” He quickly darted out of your house before you could stop him, slamming the door shut behind him. You rolled your eyes as you began to walk to your room, you were steaming inside, absolutely raging.

“Oi! Come back here we’ve not finished talking, you wanted to talk so let’s talk!” You ignored him and carried on walking to your room, causing him to follow closely behind.
“I said let’s talk!” He slammed the door behind him.

“Fuck off Min!” You shouted, throwing your phone down hard on the bed. This is not what you envisioned your life to be like when you said ‘I do.’

“No! No I won’t Y/N after everything we’ve been through! After everything I’ve ever opened up to you about, the way I’ve expressed my love to you. I’ve never loved anyone but you Y/N! You’re the first and last woman I ever want to have feelings for. How could you question our marriage?! How the fuck could you do that!” His eyes were red now and they were filled with tears his hands shaking violently as his eyes bore into the back of your skull. “If this was such a fucking mistake why did you pick me, hmm? You had so many fucking options; Chanyeol, Jongin, Yixing, fuck it you even had Kris at one point so why didn’t you pick one of them if this isn’t good enough for you!?”

“MAYBE I FUCKING SHOULD HAVE MINSEOK!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. Your chest was heaving up and down coinciding with your heavy breathing as you stared at him, tears streaming down your face. His eyes opened wide the tears that were pooled at his waterline finally flowing down his cheeks. He nodded slowly, looking down at his hands. He removed his ring from his finger and put it in his jewellery compartment box on the edge of your dressing table.

“Okay…I see how it is. For once in my life; after I had my parents snatched away from me, I finally begin to think I’m worthy of someone and wanted by someone. But I guess I’m wrong. I’ll leave that in there until you figure what and who you want.” He pointed at the ring in the compartment box. “Until you figure out whether or not our marriage is good enough for you to be a part of. Turn off the light when you’re done.” Without saying another word Minseok slowly slipped under the sheets of the bed and closed his eyes.
You let out a grunt, clearly you didn’t want to be with any of the others you were just mad and now you were going to have to ‘talk’ to each other. At that moment you heard a knock at the front door. You sighed heavily making your way over to the door to open it, finding Chanyeol and Kyungsoo there. You smiled at them softly, your eyes still red and wet, dry tears stains marking your cheeks.

“Hey…are you okay?” Chanyeol said in a soft voice looking at you sadly. You had to admit that your best friend was truly the best; he cared so much for you. You nodded lightly, stepping aside for Kyungsoo to wheel himself in. “Look if you need anything just call me okay.” Chanyeol smiled, walking away from your door. You closed it quietly and spun around to see Kyungsoo staring at you in confusion.

“Is…is everything alright? Was it Minseok? He didn’t hit you did he?”

“No.” You laughed lightly. “No it was just a stupid argument.” You sat down on the sofa and waited for Kyungsoo to wheel himself near you.

“I hope it wasn’t because of me intruding or anything.” His face was worried as he continued to stare at you, waiting for you discredit his suspicions.

“Oh no. God no Kyungsoo, don’t be silly. That’s not the issue at all don’t worry about your stay, at least I’ll actually have someone to talk.” He smiled at you slightly; relieved that he wasn’t the cause of the argument you’d had with Minseok.

“I owe you one Y/N, for letting me stay. I just had to get out of there for a while, the stairs were becoming way too much for me.” He hung his head a bit, but you smiled at him anyway.

“Kyungsoo honestly it’s fine. So tell me apart from the stairs how have you been coping?”

He let out a breath, and frowned slightly. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll never really be okay Y/N. It’s one thing to be born paralysed, cause that’s kind of always how your life was and so you’re ‘used to it’ in sense. I use that term loosely by the way. But to have been able to walk and run perfectly and then have it all taken away. I don’t know, sometimes I don’t know if life is worth all of this hassle for me. I get those days where I don’t even want to exist anymore.” He frowned, but it was a sad frown. One that made your heart break piece by piece. Ironically you reached over and rubbed his leg to comfort him, offering a comfort he couldn’t even feel.

“Kyungsoo don’t say that. People want you around, everyone cares for you. And I’m not saying it doesn’t get tough, I have no right to because I have no idea what you’re going through, but that’s when you have to push all the more harder. To tell you the honest truth Kyungsoo I used to hate you, especially the whole Jongdae’s blood incident.” He rolled his eyes in embarrassment.
“Now though, you’re probably one of my favourites.” You smiled brightly, letting him know he was worth more than he thought he was.

“Well on the bright side. Babu came to pick me up last weekend.” Kyungsoo smiled “I got to hold my niece for the first time and I met his wife. I saw my mum again.”

“Aww Kyungsoo, that’s lovely.” You smiled at him, you were happy if he was happy because he had been through a lot and he deserved that much.

“I was going to ask how you and Minseok were settling down but…”
Your smile left your face immediately replaying the image of Minseok taking his ring off in your mind.

“It’s been a bit hard lately, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” You said in the most unconvincing tone ever. “Look I’ll quickly go and sort out the spare room so you can get to sleep okay Soo? It’s late and you must be pretty tired.” You stood up walking over to the spare room that still had one or two wedding gifts lying in it from your parents.
You weren’t looking forward to sleeping next to your husband tonight.

It had been a couple of days since the argument with Minseok and you still hadn’t spoken to him nor him to you.  It was kind of hard to rekindle your relationship when Kyungsoo was there but you were just grateful for Kyungsoo’s company.
You were making your way home from work one night; you had just gotten off of the phone from Chanyeol, ranting about everything you possibly could to him, before you started your car engine. You switched on the radio to your favourite radio station, quietly singing along to the songs so you could keep your mind off of Minseok, you were frustrated because you loved him. You loved him so much you just wanted to hug him and kiss him, but at the same time you wanted to rip him to shreds for leaving you in the dark and lying to you for God knows how long. You frowned looking up at the rear view mirror. You felt as though the car behind had been following you for quite some distance. You were probably just imagining it, but to be sure you parked off the road for a while just to make sure you had lost them. Once you were sure they had gone you continued to drive. But suddenly you saw the car behind you again, you were just about to indicate and make a detour when you felt your tyres deflate and scrape across the road, sparks flying out beside you. The rear glass screen was shot at twice and shattered to a million pieces. You let out a shrill scream; your heart was pounding violently against your chest it took you a moment to register that you were under attack. Slowly you reached over to the seat next to you reaching for your phone in your bag and dialling the first contact in your phone book.


It rang once, twice. But just as he picked up the call the line had been intercepted by someone else. A voice you’d never heard before. You were scared beyond belief; your heart was pounding wildly. It began to speak in a sinister tone, sending chills down your spine.

Think about calling anyone else and the next bullet will go straight through your skull, now hang up and put your phone down.”

barisi prompt #1

31. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”
(requested by anon and @me-ladie)

set post season 18.

“We broke up. It was for the best.”

That’s what Rafael said, when Liv first gave him a shocked look after Carisi yelled at him and stormed out of her office, stopping short of slamming her door out of pure respect.

“What happened?” Liv asked later, sipping on her glass of cabernet. She was using that voice. The one she used when talking to victim’s who didn’t wanna open up yet. Victim’s that she knew were going to put up a fight. Rafael didn’t point that out. He shrugged his shoulders and hoped he could pass as anything than how he was feeling. This was fucking him up inside.

“Nothing happened. We just weren’t right for each other. We’re okay.” he lied. Liv knew him enough to drop it, so she did.  


They weren’t okay.

Carisi wasn’t okay.

To the untrained eye, he looked like he was doing fine. Carisi’s attitude was lukewarm on his good days. He still joked with Fin and seemed to spend almost all of his downtime with Amanda. Rafael had seen them leave the station together more times than he could care to count. Not that he was counting.

It was when they’re forced to share a room together, that Carisi’s true emotions would show. He was always shit at hiding how he felt.

His whole demeanor would sour in an instant when Rafael walked into the room. His patience would cease to exist, like it was never there in the first place. It would be impressive, if it didn’t hurt so bad. If it didn’t make Rafael want to break something every time he witnessed it, knowing it was because of him.  

Carisi always chose to stand a good few feet away from him. His whole stance defensive; arms crossed over his chest, chin turned up in defiance, ready for a fight. Like he was trying to protect himself from him. Like Rafael wanted to hurt him.

And when they did have to speak, Carisi made sure to give minimal eye contact. His words curt, professional and impassive.

Rafael clocked the distance between them outside of the court house, “keeping Jesus between us?” He wanted it to come out as a joke, he even gave a smile to help but Carisi’s eyes narrowed. Viciously.

He scoffed and looked away, his lips pursed. “Everything’s still a joke to you isn’t it?”

It wasn’t a real question. When Rafael didn’t answer – couldn’t – Carisi slid his gaze back at him, a triumphant look in his eyes. “I thought so,” he said and brushed past him down the steps.


Something did happen.

They were right for each other.


They shouldn’t have been able to be right for each other. Rafael was high-maintenance, grumpy, rude to a fault, constantly stressed and pressured by his career and had the patience equivalent of a teaspoon.

Carisi – Sonny, was the complete opposite of that. He was earnest, polite, funny and so incredibly genuine and selfless it was hard to swallow. Hard to believe he was a real, breathing and functioning human being.  

But it didn’t matter. Because Sonny brought out the tenderness in Rafael; made him realize it was okay to work with his heart on his sleeve. That it wasn’t a weakness to care. And Rafael found that Sonny was a real asshole at times and that just because he preferred to look at the bright side, didn’t mean he was naïve of the darkness in the world. Far from it.

“I never thought I’d have this,” Sonny had said one night in bed. He loved being the little spoon. Rafael gripped his arms around his thin waist tight. He knew what he meant.

“Who would have thought,” Rafael mumbled, half asleep. “Two Catholic men living in sin.”

Sonny kicked him and laughed richly into his pillow. “Yeah, whatever. Cheapen the moment.”

I love you, Rafael had wanted to say. But he couldn’t.

And he couldn’t say it later, when it mattered the most. And it cost him everything.


“He’s dating you know,” Rollins says now.

Rafael stops writing and controls his face. His chest hurts. His heart’s stuck in his throat, strangling him. He drops his pen and looks at her. She doesn’t look very happy.

“As is his right,” Rafael says.

“You know, I really liked you.”

“Rollins, with all due respect – “

“Save it. Do you think I don’t know what this was all about? You really fucked him up Barba,” Rollins cuts in, walking closer to his desk.

“I’m not discussing this with you.”

“Oh, like you discuss it with him?”

“He doesn’t talk to me,” Rafael says, sounding petty to his own ears. “He doesn’t want – “ Me. Rafael takes a breath. She needs to leave. “He’s happier without me. Trust me. Now if that’s all –”

“Wow,” Amanda says, eyes wide with a cruel smirk on her face. “Wow. You don’t even believe the words coming out of your own mouth.”


Rafael’s on his fourth glass of scotch when there’s a knock on his door. He frowns from his place at the couch. He checks the screen of his phone. It’s 11:54 PM. And there are four unread texts from Sonny.  

He doesn’t read them. He scrambles to the door and throws it open.

Sonny stands – slouches – on the other side. He looks exhausted. His hair is floppy and in his eyes. He’s dressed in the same suit he was wearing earlier at work with his tie loosened. There’s a hickey on the side of his neck. He looks ravaged. Rafael feels his stomach sink at the sight of it.  Someone had their hands on him. Sonny let them.

But Sonny’s here. Sonny left them and his eyes are wide and so blue. He looks relieved, looking down at Rafael. “Raf,” he breathes. Rafael didn’t realize how badly he missed hearing that; his name coming out of Sonny’s mouth.

Rafael’s already letting him in before he knows what’s going on. Sonny’s running a hand through his hair, pacing a little.

“Sonny, what’re you doing here?” He thinks he knows the answer and he’s terrified. It’s taking a lot of inner strength to not reach out for him and calm him down. Quiet the war going on in his head.  

Sonny stops and turns around. He’s looking at him again and this time, he’s not shutting him out or pushing him away. He’s really looking at him.

“I’m fucking up here Raf. I can’t,” he stops and gives a helpless, hopeless smile. Like he’s ready to impale himself on his own sword, just to get the words out. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” He shrugs his shoulders, offering himself up.

“I’m sick of feeling sorry over that. I still want you Rafael. I want to make us work. Maybe that makes me pathetic, I don’t know –”

“Shut up,” Rafael blurts out. Sonny’s eyebrows furrow at the interruption but he breathes out a sigh of relief when Rafael walks up to him and cups the side of his face and kisses him. “I was wrong. I’m an idiot.”

Sonny smirks and god, Rafael missed it. He kisses him again, just because he can. “Yeah, you are.”

“I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean a word of it.”

Sonny’s face softens and he wraps his arms around Rafael’s waist. “I know you didn’t. That wasn’t the point, you know that.” Sonny whispers.

He does. “I love you. I love you.” He doesn’t want him to forget. He’s going to say it until Sonny gets sick of it. Once the words come out, they all do. All the things he’s wanted to say but kept close to his chest. It’s like a flood. “I want a future with you. I want everything with you.” We can do anything together.

Sonny beams, a look of awe in his eyes. The words enriching him, bringing him back to life. Sonny traces his bottom lip with his thumb. “Take me to bed. I’ve missed you.”

Different (Jungkook Bad Boy Au): Part 6

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Originally posted by hoebi

After hearing about Jungkook from Taehyung, you decided to get it out of your head. It wasn’t like you were friends with Jungkook so it didn’t matter. At least it shouldn’t.

Walking over to the other side of the room, you took a good look at the room. “Are you supplying the paint?” you asked him, looking over at him over your shoulder. With a small chuckle, he nodded.

“Yeah. If you want to pitch in though, that’s ok too,” he suggested.

“I go to our school on a scholarship… There’s no way that’s happening,” you shook your head with a little giggle. “When will the others be here?” As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Both of you looked at each other with wide eyes and laughed at the sudden coincidence.

“I’ll get it. Be right back!” Taehyung told you as he quickly jogged out of the large room. Racing down the staircase, he didn’t even bother checking who it was since it only made sense that it would be one of the other three. Swinging open the door, it took him a second to comprehend who it was. Moving his hand to close the door, Taehyung panicked a bit knowing you were upstairs.

“Whoa,” Jungkook spoke as he stopped Taehyung from slamming the door closed in his face.

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Not Your Fault

Requested: Can you do one where y/n finds out that she can’t get pregnant ?

Your name: submit What is this?


It’s your fault. That’s what you found out today. You went to the doctor because you and your husband Shawn have been trying to get pregnant for a few months, and you both thought it would be a good idea to see if there was a reason why or if anything was wrong. You know that sometimes it just takes a while to get pregnant, so since it had only been a few months of trying, you weren’t too worried.

But the doctor ran tests on both you and Shawn, and the test results just came back today. It turns out that Shawn is perfectly fine and capable of getting you pregnant, but the problem is that you can’t get pregnant, something about being infertile. You barely heard much of what the doctor said in that office. All you heard was that it was your fault, and that’s all you needed to hear to spend the rest of the meeting just trying to keep yourself from falling apart. The doctor was telling you about other options, about things you could do instead. Shawn’s hand was securely in yours the entire meeting, his thumb comfortingly running along the back of your hand, but it didn’t make you feel much better.

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Great Shift Families: The Torres Family

Hi my name is Thomas Torres and I’m here to talk about my family. Oh, this is me now by the way. 

I know this college frat boy look doesn’t exactly scream loving husband and father of 2, but what can I say. The great shift brought out my inner college kid and not only did I lose 20 years and about 50lbs, but I also gained an insatiable libido. This kid is what, only 21? At his age I had the same problem. It’s hard to keep it in your pants at this age, especially when he’s packing a package twice the size of my old one. But that’s besides the point. Anyway, here’s my problem. Ever since my wife and I found ourselves in different bodies, it’s been hard to remain… intimate. Here’s a picture of her now. 

She’s only about 5 years younger, 70lbs heavier, ….and a man. My old body swung both ways and would normally be more than happy to find pleasure with this 6′0 solid body of a man. But my new one? I’m afraid it’s straight as a fucking arrow. The idea of my wife’s old body, wearing one of her floral dresses that let some of its cleavage slip every now and then turn me on so fucking much. But now… now she’s different herself. She still makes the kids lunch, and irons my clothes before work, but now she’s more assertive. She always initiates conversations now, and is sometimes even bossing me around. I mean sure she’s got like 2 inches on me now, but my old wife was so much nicer about it. Any comment coming from this burly dude sounds like an attack. But I digress. I also wanted to talk about my kids. First there’s Maria.

Maria’s new body is pretty jacked. She used to be only a 5′3 teenage girl perfectly content with just reading magazines and going on her tumblr. Now she’s this 6′3 athlete who spends most of her time at the gym. I barely see her if I’m not at the gym or driving her to school. I mean sure she said that she’s trying out her new body and seeing what it can do, and sure teens often distance themselves from their parents, but I feel like I’m losing my family. It doesn’t help that she’s now tall enough to pat me on the head every time I grab her a water. From the outside it looks like an older brother just teasing his younger brother, but that’s not what we are. Unfortunately I think little Paco is the worst. 

This was Paco on Halloween. He’s… he’s a little forced to be reckoned with. In his old 8 year old body, he would never listen to me and now…. well now he doesn’t listen to me but he’s also very opinionated. When i told him he couldn’t go trick or treating by himself he just laughed, flexed his 30 inch bicep and walked away. When I told him he should wear more clothes before he goes out he just said, “Yeah? And who’s gonna stop me?” before slamming the door. My once bratty kid, is now an arrogant 6′4 250lb jock who I can’t control. Needless to say, my family is a mess. I just hope I figure this stuff out, before my kids begin to boss me around.  


Klaus x Reader

“What’re you doing?” Rebekah hummed as she stopped outside your room and found you dancing around in your underwear as you tried on different outfits.


“I’m going out tomorrow.” You said happily and held up a dress, tossing it back when she crinkled her nose and shook her head.


“Have you asked my brother?” Rebekah asked as she sat on the foot of your bed.

“Have you asked me what?” Klaus asked as he found his way into the room and looked you up and down.

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Imagine meeting Dean at a bar and hooking up, although you both want to know each other more. Only you find out the next day that he is your new teacher.

“Well seems like someone had a good night last night” your best friend wiggled her eyebrows at you and you giggled like a school-girl, which you practically were.

“Yeah, yeah I did” you sighed, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from squealing.

“Whoa must be a really dreamy guy huh?” she laughed at your expression and you nodded your head with a stupid, love-struck, smile.

“More than that. Gosh so much more than that. He- He was amazing- caring and sweet and slow and-”

“Whoa!” she laughed, raising her hands in front of you “As much as I want to hear every little detail, might I remind you we are at school?” she motioned around the two of you in the classroom that luckily was full of students chatting amongst themselves and nobody could hear much.

“Right” you giggled “Sorry it’s just I can’t-”

“Stop thinking and talking about him all the time. Yeah I very much realized that” she chuckled “Though he sounds like a pretty nice dude”

“He was, damn he is” you sighed again “It wasn’t just- hell no it wasn’t just a hook up. He said he wanted to know me more, he even gave me his number after he made sure he had mine. He even texted me this morning-” you chewed on your lower lip, remembering the cheesy but adorable message he had sent you.

“Wow (Y/n) got a catch there huh? Did he tell you what school or college did he go to?”

“Uh no see he uh isn’t really for school… or college either. He’s uhm pretty old for that”

“Old as in how old?” she sounded really creeped out.

You rolled your eyes “Old as in old. I’m 18 years old ok, it’s not as if I am illegal either. But yeah, I didn’t really ask. Maybe around his middle thirties? Yeah about there, but damn if you saw him you wouldn’t believe it. He looks much younger and honestly when he first smiled at me and I heard that voice of his- damn I wouldn’t care even if he was a thousand centuries old vampire”

She laughed, shaking her head at you “Careful there (Y/n). You sound pretty smitten”

“So?” you shrugged “What’s the bad in that? Sure he was a stranger but not anymore.”

“Certainly not after what I can imagine you did” she pointed out and you both chuckled.

“But he wanted to know me more. He said it. It wasn’t just a hook up for him and- and he’d been honest with me from the very first moment. I could feel it, I wasn’t the only one that…”

“Fell in love?”

“Shut up!” you exclaimed, hiding your red face behind your hands “You haven’t met him that’s why you’re talking. He was funny, kind and sweet. In just one night he made feel so many things I just- I want to see him again. He said he- he wants to take me out on a real date” you chewed on your lower lip, looking down at your hands.

“Wow! So, when’s the wedding coming?”

“(Y/f/n)!” you whined, hitting her on the shoulder and she laughed.

“Fine sorry. But you didn’t tell me. What’s this mysterious man’s name?”

“Oh uh he’s-”

You were stopped as the door slammed shut and everybody got back in their seats, silence following inside the room.

“Well hello class-” a rough voice was heard and you stopped midmovement. Your head slowly tilted up and sure as hell your eyes widened as you came face to face with-

“Name’s Dean Winchester and I will be your substitute teacher for the rest of the school year” he smiled at the class, his eyes roaming the place after having hang his suit jacket on his chair.

“What? (Y/n) what is it?” your friend asked you in a whispered tone.

“It’s…. him” you breathed out with wide eyes, an expression that soon matched his as his eyes locked with yours.

Kiss it All Better [A Dangerous Affair Part II]

Pairing: MoriartyxReader

Warnings: Smut.

Originally posted by philipplahm86

Okay, all he needed to do was apologize, and try to make you understand the situation he was forced into. Without getting slapped and told that he was a fool… because he honestly didn’t think his face could take anymore bruises.

He hesitated to knock on your door, and when he did, he thought he’d curl up and die.

“John- I’m bloody fine!” He could tell by the sound of your voice that you most definitely weren’t. It sounded as if you’d been crying for days, even though he’d only left an hour and forty three minutes ago. The door swung open, and more guilt fell onto him. Your cheeks looked freshly slapped, with angry tear trails going all the way down them, and eyes swollen and puffy like no other. You weren’t wearing your professional clothes from work, anymore- just a simple long shirt to cover you enough that your panties wouldn’t be seen. Your jaw locked upon seeing him, and he lunged to stop the door from slamming in his face.

“Please- give me five minutes, and then I’ll never bother you again.” He swore, looking almost as broken up as you were about it. You stared at him, his brown eyes pleading with you. The London streets were oddly quiet, and if you hadn’t been so furious at him, he might’ve taken a picture at the serenity that surrounded you both. At you, still managing to be bloody gorgeous despite the tears and angry eyes. It wasn’t fair, and it never would be.

“Fine. But I’ll be counting.” You threatened, turning and heading to the sitting room, already ticking down seconds as he scrambled inside to follow. He didn’t quite know what to say, he honestly didn’t expect to get this far.

“Hurry up.” You turned, crossing your arms across your chest. He took a moment to calm himself, and swallow a lump in his throat.

“First off, I’d like to say that I didn’t mean what I said to John, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, whatsoever.” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to sort through his thoughts. You rose a disbelieving brow, and he looked askance for a moment.

“I know, I wouldn’t believe me either, but please just hear me out?” He begged, motioning to your sofa. You didn’t trust him as far as you could throw him, but it felt nice for someone to actually try and apologize to you. Sherlock would just assume everything’s fine and move on without so much as a ‘sorry’.

“I shouldn’t have said that, and I know it,” you slowly sat down on the sofa, him close behind, “and that isn’t what this- what it was to me.” He cleared his throat, trying to formulate his thoughts into words as they rained down on him. He sighed, resigned.

“I know you love Sherlock, and I’m sorry for what I said about him, too. It just-” his hands gripped at the sofa cushion, “it makes me so angry that he does that to you.” Your brows drew together, confusion replacing your anger. Did you have to be so adorable when he was trying to do this? Of course you did- you always did…

BecauseIloveyouandIknowIwouldneverdothattoyou, andyousee, Ididn'twantyoutoknow, becausethatmakesmeajealousareshole, whichIam, but-” He took a very deep breath as you stared at him, eyes blown wide. He went to say something else, but the words caught in his throat.

“I-” You cleared your throat, cheeks going crimson, “I wasn’t expecting that…” You admitted quietly. His hand shot up to the back of his neck, head turning away to hide behind the arm.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just- I didn’t want you to think I was using you, because I wasn’t… I never would have told Sherlock, I swear to you, I would never do that to you.” He mumbled, grimacing at how frail his voice sounded. You reached slowly out to him, but your hand shot back.

“I didn’t- you never…” He sighed softly, eyes closing.

“I didn’t want you to 'chose me’, simply because I was there, so I didn’t say anything. I know you are disgusted with yourself for just us sleeping together…” He chuckled resignedly, “I didn’t want you to feel that way all the time, anyways.” He shrugged lightly, but he was crumbling inside. That was just the facts. He could never have you, because he was who he was. His hands shook like branches in the wind, and eyes bordered with tears that he quickly blinked away.

“I-I’m sorry…” The realization of everything came crashing in, making you rethink everything. His behavior made a lot more sense now, and all those little things he’d done to make you, somehow, fall for him, felt all the more special.

“It’s fine- I’m more worried about you, anyways… how’re you holding up? John isn’t good to tell Sherlock is he?” He straightened himself out, looking to you with a forced smile and dead eyes. It was almost as if he hadn’t confessed that he loved you five minutes before.

“He didn’t, I, um… I did…” His jaw dropped a level, eyes shooting to you, wide as can be. You rubbed the nape of your neck awkwardly, wishing he wasn’t so surprised.

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t be. Believe it or not, I’m happier this way- I’d rather be with someone who wants me than some hot-shot detective, anyways, you know?” You smiled brightly, because it was true. You wanted someone to love you for you, not just keep you around. The news shocked Jim, and for a split second, he wondered if it was still considered “rebounding” if he’d already been “with” you.

“So…” He breathed out, wondering how to broach the subject. Luckily he didn’t have to, because your lips were already on his. It was a lot softer, nicer, of a kiss than you were used to, but he liked it. His left hand cupped your jaw, the other resting on your hip while your arms timidly snaked around his neck. All those feelings of self disgust for falling for him, that had been stored up for months, simply vanished. Because he wasn’t just a criminal, not to you. He’d been there when Sherlock wasn’t, and had cared for you in bad and worse.

He was the man you fell in love with, and for once, that didn’t bring bile to your throat. You didn’t think of the bloodshed he’d caused, or crimes he aided. When your back hit your mattress, you didn’t think of all the people he’d hurt. It was just you and him, soft and gentle, like how things were supposed to be.

His hands pushed your shirt up gingerly, unsure if this was too fast. A couple hours ago, he was picking around the edges of what was Sherlock’s, and now… well, now you were his. His lips didn’t leave yours, ever. They were locked there, only breaking the kiss to breathe, and when that happened, everything froze. Foreheads together and eyes locked, him inhaling your air, and you exhaling what was his already shallow breaths. And when those little moment were over, you were back to kissing, and inching off what was left between you two. His hands ghosted over yours sides just as his lips fell to your neck. He only touched you to pull your legs around his waist, and even then, you could barely feel it. There were flashes in both of your minds- of previous sessions, that ended with tattered and torn clothes strewn across the room, of broken furniture, of bruises and bite marks… of things so very different than this. All of those memories were spur of the moment, desperate lust trying to get off, but this was so very, very different. It was slow, and gentle, catered to keeping your minds intact while the world crashed down around you. Devils and angels weren’t supposed to mix, not like this, but for once, you didn’t care.

“I love you.” His breath ghosted over your neck, hips rolling into yours with your head resting on your pillow.

“I… love you… too…” You managed to say between desperate, gasping breaths, causing him to smile. He lost control as he got closer to finishing, fingers digging into your hips as your name fell repeatedly from his lips.

You finished together, muscles weak as you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, your head landing on his chest as you both caught your breath. His arms laced around you, coddling you to him, protecting you.

“Does this mean..?” He whispered hopefully.

“Yes.” You agreed, smiling softly up at him, and he returned the smile.


As It Seems: Chapter 12

Table of Contents

Según Parece: Lista De Contenidos

Summary: There’s some more yelling and arguing then Sam gets fed up and gets right down to the middle of it all

Word Count: 2690

Warning: none

Beta’d by: @kclaire1


~Dean’s POV~

“I heard this was where the party was!” The front door banged open and in walked Ash, mullet and all.

Jo perked up from where she, Y/N, and Alex had been talking on the couch in the living room. “’Bout time you came around and showed that sorry excuse you call a face, you slacker.”

“Jo, when you got the hair, you don’t need nothin’ else.” Ash flicked some of his long hair over his shoulder and hefted his bag. “Now where do I set up? Ellen made it sound like y’all desperately need my genius.”

“Kev and Charlie are upstairs. Dean, why don’t you show him?” Jo threw a very pointed look my way. I shrugged off the wall and pointed at myself, confirming what she’d said. She just nodded, then jerked her head towards the stairs. Apparently she caught onto my act of pretending I wasn’t hovering around Y/N.

I think I liked it better when Jo still threw a cold shoulder towards Y/N because of her crush on me. This new friendship didn’t bode well.


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