stop slamming doors

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 

ENJOY! 



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-” 

THWACK!

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. 🤘🏻

*CHAT REQUESTS OPEN, SEND IN REQUESTS NOW!*

Much love,

Inferno-loop

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??

WELL, HERE’S AN ACTUAL POST =^=

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~!

–R.I.

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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.

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.

“But-”

“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.”

“Th-”

“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. 

“M-Marquis…”

“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: http://silentpeaches.tumblr.com/post/125291322610/soulmate-au-story-ideas

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+

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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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Request: Ace of Spades

Pairing(s): JaredLeto!Joker x OC Reader

Warning(s): Sexual Tension, Knife Play, Sadism

Request: After a grueling dinner with fellow mobsters, Mister J and the reader find themselves craving the others’ physicality, but once the reader begins a flirtatious game of cat and mouse, Joker’s inner animal breaks free, which spells a night of ballistic sexuality amongst the lovers

The soothing sound of soft jazz filled Y/N’s ears as she re applied the scarlet red lipstick onto her plump lips. She flipped her chocolate brown hair that had just been softly curled for the events prior and admired herself in the gold encrusted mirror before her. The inability to touch Mister J nipped at her for the whole evening as she thought of the way his muscles tensed as Y/N occasionally rubbed her leg against his. 

Y/N was ripped away from her thoughts as the sound of J’s footsteps growing heavier overpowered the music and forced Y/N to take one last look at her petite and toned physique that left little to the imagination, due to the laced lingerie that complimented her dark makeup and silk robe. The click of her heels met Joker’s feet as she sashayed her way over to the King sized bed that was dressed in the most expensive of Purple silks and let out a small giggle as she got down on her hands and knees and crawled to the foot of the bed where J stood, his chest heaving up and down as he studied his lover’s lips and the way that they brushed against his.

“Doll, unless you want to be punished, I suggest that you stop playing games with Daddy.” Mister J warned, his voice raspy as he let out a low growl while Y/N bit her lip at the sight of his engorging bulge and pouted, her wine colored fingernails grazing over his erection. His eyes never left hers as she batted her voluminous lashes and wagged her finger as J’s hands went to grab her by her small waist.

“Daddy, I’ve been waiting to play with you for so long. Play with me, aren’t I your favorite toy?” Y/N questioned playfully, allowing her robe to slide off of her arms as she made her way to the other side of the bed, smiling as J examined her every move, stalking her as a predator would to its prey. This is what she wanted, she wanted him to chase her, she wanted him to go insane for her body.

“Kitten, I’m warning you.” J unbuckled his belt, his slacks now clinging onto his hips for dear life as Y/N now found herself at a loss for words. 

Pieces of his once slicked back hair now fell in front of his face as his chest muscles flexed and a loud growl left his ruby red lips as Y/N and Joker glanced at the door, the lovers both knowing that the door would be Y/N’s escape plan. 

Mister J chuckled as Y/N ran for the door, but was stopped my J slamming the door shut with the force of his hand, he now stood before her, bringing his nose to her chest as he inhaled sharply and allowed a Cheshire grin to grace his face. Y/N let out a soft moan as the clown slammed the sides of his fists against the door, his fists on each side of her head. 

J’s eyes followed Y/N’s as he purred into her ear and ran his warm tongue across her neck, a sudden cold object lightly pressed against her tummy as she smiled down at the blade that dragged along her abdomen. 

“You gonna hurt me, puddin’ ?” Y/N whispered as J let out a series of chuckles, before bringing the knife to her lips and pressing his hips against hers, the feeling of his throbbing erection against her wetness that hid between her thighs driving Y/N crazy for J’s touch, no matter how sadistic or aggressive it would be.

“Ah, you always know how to make Daddy smile, don’t ya kitten?” He began. “Well, how about you open that pretty mouth of yours and remind me why you’re my favorite toy?” He pressed the tip of the blade against Y/N’s swollen bottom lip and pressed his hips harder against hers as she ran her tongue along the blade and whimpered. 

J pressed his forehead against hers and their lips crashed together, his lipstick smudging onto her lips as her bit down into her bottom lip and pulled back, his silver capped teeth slicing into her lip as he he slammed the knife onto the vanity and lifted Y/N’s legs around his waist. His large hands becoming tangled into her hair as she dug her nails into the nape of his neck, until blood was drawn.

“You’re so good, it’s going to be such a shame to mark up that beautiful, tight body you have.” He taunted, grinding his teeth together as Y/N held her arms above her head as the psychotic clown grabbed Y/N’s hips and dug his nails into her sensitive skin, causing her to arch her back and take deep breath.

“Maybe, I want you to hurt me.” Y/N gritted, sighing in frustration as J pulled his hips away from her.

J grew impatient with his silly antics that he used as a mask to cover up how bad he craved her body against his. He wanted her moans to dron out the sound of gunshots and police sirens that echoed throughout Gotham city.

 His hands lifted one of Y/N’s legs, allowing her calf to drape over his shoulder as he cracked his neck and slid her black stiletto heels off of her foot. J knew that he was killing Y/N on the inside, but hey she was the one who initiated this erotic game of cat and mouse.

“Tell me doll, you want this?” He questioned, using his free hand to hold her jaw, assuring that she kept her eyes locked onto his.

“Why wouldn’t I, daddy?” She spoke innocently, Joker’s jaw now clenching as his grip on her jaw grew stronger.

“Show me, pretty, pretty, pretty…”

“Please.” 

Once again, the megalomaniac had won the game.

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?

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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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Different (Jungkook Bad Boy Au): Part 6

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 

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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The Song Is You (Chapter Two)

Summary: A summer road trip with your best friend lends its way to some revelations.

Author’s Note: We’re back to bring you more TSIY and more Monster Mash! (we couldn’t help ourselves) We wanna thank you all for your kind comments and warm reception, it means the world to us. This has been some of the most fun we’ve ever had writing and we’re so excited to get to share it with you. Lots more dorky high school Lin in store for you all!

Word Count: 3,164

Warnings: Cheesy Hamilton reference? Half-naked Lin? Bed sharing? Nothing really!

Posted with love, Leah and Esme.

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byakuran and dino trying to win back their woman

Byakuran
‌• Byakuran isn’t going to try and win you back right away. Cause no matter what it is he did, even if it was something as horrible as cheating, he doesn’t see why you had to have a piss fit and leave him like that. So at first he’s gonna be having the mindset that he shouldn’t have to go after you, cause you’re the one in the wrong here. And there’s another part of him that’s also like, hey, whatever! I don’t need you! I can get any other woman I want, you don’t mean anything. But really, he just expects you’ll come back on your own. You’ll soon realize you’re kicking a fuss for nothing and you miss him so you’ll just come back and apologize on your own. And then he can forgive you and everything can go back to normal.
‌• But as more and more time goes on and you still haven’t come running back to him he starts to have doubts. Maybe you won’t actually come back. Maybe you’re waiting on him. Maybe you’ve found someone else. Just the thought of you with another man or woman sets his blood to boiling. He’s thinking about you almost every moment of every day, wondering what you’re doing and why you still aren’t here and he just doesn’t understand what’s going on. He needs you to come back. You’re ruining every day of his because he can’t focus on anything wondering what you’ve been up to without him.
‌• Byakuran has to see you. He contemplates just trying to call you or text you or Skype you, but there are too many chances for you to just not pick up, and he doesn’t have the time for that. Besides that he wants to see what you’re doing, what you’ve been up to, and if there is someone new in your life he wants to be able to get them the heck out right then and there. So he shows up uninvited to your house, stops you from slamming the door in his face and forces himself in. And then, instead of offering up any apology, he just goes “Alright, ______-chan, you’ve played this silly game of yours long enough. Don’t you think it’s about time you came home?”
‌• And he had always just expected you to nod and go along with him. But of course you didn’t. And instead you’re yelling at him, telling him that you can’t keep putting up with whatever it was he did to make you leave in the first place, and that you won’t go back unless he decides to change, which you know he’ll never do. And he keeps up arguing back that he didn’t do anything wrong and you were being a baby. And then you push him out of your house and slam the door in his face.
‌• He’s just confused. He doesn’t understand what he did wrong. He stomps back home in a temper and just paces his room as he tries to work through everything you said and figure out what’s wrong here. What the heck did he do? He doesn’t understand. He can’t sleep, tossing and turning in bed, mind running a hundred miles a minute.
‌• And then the most extravagant of gifts start showing up at your door. He especially loves sending flowers. You’ll get enough bouquets in the next week to fill your entire living room. He’ll send you your favorite candy, these beautifully expensive dresses, jewelry, anything and everything you could ever want. None of them have any notes on it, and you don’t see anything of him during this week of gifts. You don’t even think you see any spies he might have watching you, and you’ve been looking for them pretty hard.
‌• The last bouquet he delivers himself. And this time you don’t slam the door in his face, mostly because you’re just so surprised. And he tells you, in the most romantic way he can think of, that he loves you, every bit of you, and he’s incredibly sorry about what he did and that he will change. All he wants is for you to take him back, because he can’t live without you.
‌• There are a lot of things he could’ve done to push you away, but if you were annoyed with him for something silly, like you didn’t like how childish he could act sometimes, or you didn’t like how he killed people so often, he won’t actually change. That’s just a part of who he is. He’ll just try to tone it down or hide it when you’re around. But if it was something big, like he cheated on you, then he will probably legitimately not do it again. Because he had hid it the first time and you’d found him then, so he probably can’t get away with it again. And if he messes up like that again, he knows you’ll be gone for good. But honestly, with Byakuran, he’ll probably forget all about this incident. So maybe 5, 10 years from now he’ll forget all about it and might, just might, cheat again. In which case you find out and leave him just like he should’ve expected, and this time he can’t find you.

Dino
‌• Dino will feel like absolute shit. No matter what it was that made you leave, he knows it’s his fault and he hurt you really badly and he never wanted to hurt you like that, he loves you. He’ll really just wallow, at first. He won’t even think of trying to win you back, because he feels he doesn’t deserve you anyway. He’ll end up drinking a lot, and even going to the club or bar and picking up random chicks. It only makes him feel 100x worse, though. He’s only thinking of you, and this person is definitely not you. He’ll throw them pretty rudely out of his house if he took them there, though usually it’s either his car or even the restroom at wherever he found them. He’ll still throw them out really rudely. And he starts to cry afterwards, because he feels like this is just reinforcing the idea that you left him because he’s a pile of trash and you deserve better anyway.
‌• So he’s really conflicted, he wants to go after you, because he just really can’t live without you, but he doesn’t think he deserves you. So in the end he doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t go after you. He just hopes you have a better life, that you’re happy without him, because he certainly isn’t happy without you.
‌• He really can’t seem to keep away from you, though. He needs to see you. He knows where you’ve been staying recently, so he hides outside your place and waits for you to leave. He watches you walk to the grocery store. You stop and talk to this woman with a dog, and you just look so happy when you’re petting that puppy; he forgot how much he loved your smile. He almost follows you into the store, he has this almost overwhelming urge to run up to you and fall on his knees and apologize, he just wants you back, but he doesn’t. He leaves instead. He was too nervous, and he really didn’t want you to see him like this. 
‌• He struggles like this for a while. He really convinces himself he shouldn’t see you, that he should leave you alone and that you were better off without him. But it was so hard! You were on his mind every second of every day. He was getting near to no sleep, and the bit he did get he was plagued with nightmares of you. It was you with other men or woman, so happy without him. Or it was you crying alone in your room after finding out he’d cheated on you, regardless of whether that actually happened or not. It was you leaving him. He hated going to sleep. He hated his dreams. It only made him feel worse about himself, a reminder that you were gone and he didn’t deserve you and it had been him that pushed you away.
‌• He starts to put his everything into his work. He gets pretty ruthless, too, often taking upon himself jobs he’d usually relegate to one of his subordinates. He needs something to take his mind off things, and it only helps for a little while. As soon as he’s alone again he’s thinking of you. It’s difficult. He’s trying so hard to forget about you.
‌• One night, he just falls apart. He can’t do this anymore. He can’t live without you. He knows he’s being selfish but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care if you’re happier without him, if he’s a pile of shit that doesn’t deserve anything happy in his life, he needs you. It’s late, and he surprisingly hasn’t even had much to drink that night, but he doesn’t care. He goes to your house, and knocks loudly at your door. As soon as you open the door, rubbing sleep from your eyes, he falls to his knees and starts crying. He begs for your forgiveness. He tells you he can’t live without you, that you’re his everything, and he’ll never, ever, do anything to hurt you like that ever again. He’ll make sure you’re cared for, he’ll buy you anything you could ever want, he’ll never hurt you again. He repeats that bit quite a few times. And he repeats often how sorry he is. He won’t stop talking until you kneel down in front of him and touch him. Maybe you grab his arm, pet his hair, touch his hand, just get his attention somehow. And he’s surprised, and he looks up at you even though he can barely see through the tears, and you tell him calm down, it’s okay, I forgive you.
‌• You have to pull him into your arms for a hug yourself, cause he’s too shocked to move. He would’ve never dreamed you’d actually take him back. He doesn’t stop crying, or telling you how much he loves you. You were the only good thing in his life, he’ll say, and he just can’t bear to continue without you.
‌• He never again in all his life do whatever it was that pushed you away. He couldn’t bear to have you leave him again. Because if he did, and you did leave him again, he really didn’t think he’d be able to go on living. He won’t take the chance. And he shouldn’t have hurt you like that to begin with.

Remember the Sparkly Shit

TL;DR:  The big thing is caring about the little things.  Remember the sparkly shit.

This isn’t the normal sort of thing I post, and some random person on the internet who says snarky things about clothes is not your first go-to for relationship advice.  So this isn’t advice.  This is just what I notice.  And it’s not about snog-partner relationships only, it’s about human relationships.  

Take a moment to pick out the most telling phrase in this conversation.  

It’s not “make my baby happy,” although the fact that he doesn’t say “I don’t want her to be mad at me” or “I want her to forgive me” or even “say I’m sorry,” is extremely telling, because those are all about him and how she feels about him, and he just wants to make her feel happy about something, whatever it is.  She may very well still be mad at him, but she’ll be happy.  

It’s “I remember she said.”

He remembers a random comment, probably made to the cousin and not even to him, about a substance he knows nothing about.  He remembered a very little thing that she liked.  That is a big thing.

Trust me, with most women, showing up with some random sparkly shit you remember she said she liked will get you so much further than a bouquet of roses or whatever.  Those say “I want you to not be mad at me.”  And that can mean “I feel terrible when you’re mad at me,” or they can mean “look, if I give you the stupid flowers like some Hugh Grant character will you stop slamming doors?”  The point is, he doesn’t have to deal with her being mad at him.

Sparkly shit, latest book by her favorite author, something she mentioned wanting but didn’t buy for whatever reason, a favorite food (a small favorite snack or candy is always a good addition to other options), her favorite animal (be careful with that one, maybe go with a symbolic stuffed one), whatever little thing will make her happy.  Or him, because because I’ve done this with male friends and it works.  The food thing is great with guys.  With boyfriends you can indeed show up in red scanties and take it from there.  

Can’t think of anything you can get fast enough, or afford?  Get a giant-ass, neon-green, stuffed, sparkly unicorn and slap a cheap plastic Batman mask and a sombrero on it for good measure.  Show up in a funny costume (avoid anything kinky here, unless this is your version of the red scanties thing).  Whatever will make her laugh, or at the very least see that you are trying here.  You are thinking of her.  That is the big thing.

Really truly broke, or maybe the laugh thing didn’t work?  Text a picture of the sink empty of all the dishes you just washed.  Her freshly-washed car.  All I want out of life most days is somebody who will scoop my cat’s box, take out the trash, and do my dishes. Whoever her somebody is, become that somebody. 

For so many women I know and have seen on the internet, that bastion of truth, Mr. Darcy the tall, dark, brooding, rich guy is not the fantasy.  Mr. Darcy the guy who makes problems go away just to make a girl’s life not suck is the fantasy.  If he comes in a tall, dark, brooding, rich package, hey, bonus!  But the important thing is he makes her life not suck.  And he makes it not suck not because he wants her to owe him a marriage, or even want to marry him, he doesn’t even want her to know he does it, he just wants to make her life not suck.  That is the big thing.  

I’m serious, guys, unexpectedly scooping my cat box is one of the most romantic things you could do for me.  That right there is caring.  

That is the big thing.  The big thing is caring about the little things.  The Prodigal Cousin cares enough about his girlfriend to remember she likes some sparkly shit, and even if it takes him into the depths of Sephora and requires the assistance of two other women, by god, he is going to go forth and get her that sparkly shit.  He cares enough about her to remember she likes something he doesn’t care about at all.  He remembers little things about her, because making her happy is the big thing.  

Do not save this for fixing problems.  Do not reserve it for romantic entanglements.  All people know you care about them when you care about the little things, and it helps prevent or alleviate problems if that caring is firmly established to begin with.  A friend picked me up from the airport and there was a hershey’s almond bar on the seat–he remembered I like the almond ones.  That, more than the chocolate bar, or even the ride home from the airport, was a “you are my friend” signal.  A group of friends and I have a mutual support group based on sharing cute or funny animal videos with each other on facebook, and with every panda falling off a wall or whatever, we’re telling each other “hey!  This cute animal video made me think of you!” (Especially when the panda falls of the wall.)  

Post funny crap on their facebook walls. Remember people’s favorite candies and randomly show up with them.  Offer them a ride home from work. Do your roommate’s dishes so they can study that night.  Change the oil on their car. Scoop that stupid cat box. Text before something stressful to check on them.  Text after to see how it went.  Offer to fight that jerk who keeps double parking over their spot every damn day. Ask if they’ve eaten recently. Know when a rough day at work or school is coming and have breakfast or snacks or flowers or little encouraging notes and jokes on their desks when they wake up or get to work.  Or make/buy them lunch to take with them.  Dinner so they don’t have to when they get home.  

Because food is caring.  “Here, you like this food.”  “Here, you have not eaten enough food today.”  “Here, I have made, procured, or microwaved food so you don’t have to.”  You know why women think men who can cook are so great?  You know why we want to keep friends and boyfirends around who’ll make sure there’s food for us after a long day, whether it’s take out on the couch or their secret-recipe quiche on a candle-lit table?  Because it means we don’t have to.  They care enough to give us both food and nothing to do.  Having nothing to do makes our lives not suck for a bit.  Nothing is a big thing.  

The big thing is caring about the little things.

Remember that sparkly shit.

potterlockianegalitarian928  asked:

Regency: Sherlock is thrilled to be working with Dr. M. Hooper, a pathologist whose essays have made Sherlock a fan of their work. When Sherlock meets Dr. Hooper, he is both surprised and impressed that Dr. Hooper is a young woman. When he sees that she's as kind as she intelligent, he falls and falls hard for her.

The Science of Courtships Part 1 (there will be 2 parts to this prompt!)

thanks to @strangelock221b for beta reading! :)


Sherlock Holmes was on a rather large case concerning one ‘Jack the Ripper’ and was rather thrilled to be working with Doctor M. Hooper on it. He had been a longtime admirer of the doctor’s essays submitted to the various medical journals he read. Oh, it felt like Christmas to him.

“Ah, Mr. Holmes,” Mike Stamford greeted him. “Dr. Hooper has been waiting for you in the mortuary.”

“Thank you,” Sherlock nodded, venturing into the morgue. He looked around the formaldehyde scented room when his cerulean eyes landed upon a young woman.

“Mister Holmes, I presume. I was told we would be working together and—” Doctor Hooper turned to face the most handsome and distinguished man she had ever seen. She did her best to keep her heart beat under control.

“Doctor…Hooper?” he asked with uncertainty.

“Y-yes sir, that would be correct,” Doctor Hooper confirmed, dropping her scalpel. Sherlock bent down to retrieve it for her.

“I must say, I am quite impressed that a young woman such as yourself has such intriguing insight of the medical field,” Sherlock stated. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Hooper, as I have been a longtime admirer of your work.” He glanced at her hand quickly before meeting her eyes once more. “May I?” She nodded and he took her hand, placing a soft kiss on the back of it.

“I am glad to know you are not disappointed to find me to be a woman, Mr. Holmes,” Doctor Hooper remarked.

“Disappointed? No,” Sherlock told her. “If anything, I admire you all the more, Doctor Hooper.” She gave him a small smile.

“Thank you, Mister Holmes,” she nodded.

“Sherlock, please,” he said.

“Mister Holmes, we have hardly been acquainted,” Doctor Hooper pointed out. “We have already broken one societal rule; are you sure you want to break another?”

“I am quite sure, actually. You will learn that I am not one to follow societal normalities,” Sherlock informed her. “Of course, we will only keep it between ourselves but if you are not comfortable with the use of first names, I will cease my insistence upon it. I apologize, Doctor Hooper, if I have been intolerable.”

“It is quite alright, Mr. Holmes. Sherlock,” she replied, testing his name on her tongue. “Margaret is my name, but I prefer Molly.”

“Molly,” he repeated. “I quite like the sound of that, Molly Hooper.” A faint blush rose upon her cheeks. His rich baritone voice spoke her name as if it contained only the best letters of the alphabet.

“Yes, well, now that we have that out of the way, care to examine this cadaver with me?” Molly asked.

“Delighted,” Sherlock replied.

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The Mantra (supernatural fan fic)

Originally posted by castiels-catss


It had been years since Castiel worried about Dean’s sanity. Dean did not remember everything that happened in Hell, and Castiel was determined to keep it that way.

At first, he was terrified he would say something and jog his memory. He tip-toed around his words and watched him more often than Dean knew and probably would have been comfortable with. It was necessary for a time. They both knew (even if Dean didn’t remember) Dean would likely go crazy if he remembered. Like Sam nearly did.

But it had been so long now without more than the occasional nightmare, Castiel forgot to worry. In fact, it had been so long since he’d considered that time of their lives, that when Dean called, he had to search through his memories to bring up where he’d heard that particular emotion before.

“Cas,” Dean muttered through the phone. And the tone. The tone stopped Castiel short.

“Dean?”

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imagine: Can you make an imagine where Hayes and the reader gets into a fight about girls flirting with him, but he dose nothing about it but flirt back and the reader feels left out like she’s not enough for him and the next day at school she found him having a make out session with a girl in the girls bathroom and she got upset and ran away crying and went to her secret hide out and the rest is up to you. If you need more details let me know. Thank you
Request from: Anon
Warings: Not that i know of… ? except maybe a few curse words.. like two
A/N: So the way i ended it was you kinda got with Nash but not really… Hope you enjoy! :)

You were causally leaning up against the locker besides Hayes while he chatted with some more girls. Or should you say while he flirted with them.
“OH WOW you do have some pretty big muscels” One stated, but his reply didn’t help the situation as you watched him lift his shirt up.
“I got some pretty decent abs too” He gave them a wink before the slantered off giggling, content they got to feel Hayes up. You on the other hand were not content. You wanted to get home and you have to wait on Hayes everyday after school with some new girls or girl.
“Do you not like me or something?” You asked while opening  your car door as Hayes got in on the passenger side.
“Of course! Why wouldn’t i???” He seemed a bit annoyed, but you did ask quite a bit recently.
“So you would consider us together, right?” the car roared to light and you swiftly pulled out of your high schools parking lot.
“Yes ?!”
“Well doesn’t seem like it since you’re always flirting with every other breathing being except your own girlfriend”
“Are you kidding me right now?? They flirt with ME” His lips formed a thin line the signal that you probably should drop it but enough is enough and you couldn’t stand his treatment towards you. He always got so defensive when you mention it.
“UH im hayes look at my muscles arnt they big, here let me lift my shirt so you can feel them while my girlfriend is right beside me” You snapped in a terrible imitation of his voice.He was quiet for a moment.
“So you’re jealouis, typical, drop me off at home.” He growled.
“Gladly” a bitterly response came from your mouth, you probably looked pissed and in complete control but on the inside you were slowly breaking down. You always felt like you weren’t good enough and every smile that sends to another girls just seems to make it worse.
When you started pulling up the driveway to his house he got out before the car even stopped and slammed the front door behind him. You let out a sigh and turned your car off, maybe you should just go home, cry, call your best friend an eat some ice cream. Instead you get out and walk inside. You were greeted with the warm smell of cookies and Nash and Skye standing over the oven.
“(Y/N)!” Skye screamed happily as she saw you walk in the kitchen, Nash sent you a small smile probably already knowing you got in a fight with Hayes. Skye ran up to you and hugged your legs tightlg.
“Hi princess” you smiled sweetly while giving her a hug in return.
“Want a cookie ? we`re about to watch a movie for kids if you want to join to” Nash said holding the magical gooiness of a chocolate chip cookie.
“NASH it IS not for little kids!” Skye sassily replied to hi and put her hands on her hips.
“My bad a super duper adult movie” He replied cheekily to her and she giggled while running off to start it.
“Yeah i’ll join, thanks” You aceppted the cookie, he gave you a look but didn’t press anymore and you both wondered to the living room. Once all settled in on the couch with the biggest blankets you could find skye pressed play.
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Half way through the movie Hayes decided to grace you all with his presence.
“Wow so since i can’t give you the right treatment you run to my brother, smart” He glowered at you.
“Hayes shush you’re just mad because Nash treats her better than you” Skye was quick to respond, a shock look spread over his face and he mumbled a whatever before returning back to his room. Skye turned her attention back to the movie.
“Thanks Skye” You sent a small smile her way before finnishing the movie with them, when it finally finished you gave them both a quick goodbye and went on your way to your car. you didn’t even say goodbye o hayes, he didn’t deserve it.
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The next morning you went to get Hayes only to be greeted by Nash saying he already left, he thought he went with you but you assured him it defiantly wasn’t. So you headed to school alone, for the first time in a pretty long time. You probably looked like a mess so you went to girls bathroom to freshen up but the scene that unraveled before was something you never have been prepared for. Hayes was lipqocked with some girl right there. They wouldn’t even regard your presence as you let out a gasp and you hands flew to your mouth tears already threatening to spill like waterfalls.
“Hayes” You voice broke only then did he even turn. Shock, confusion, anger all flashed in his face like a slideshow. He started to say something, probably an excuse but you wouldn’t hear it because you were already gone the tears that were threatening to spill falling freely. You were just through the motions it was time had stopped as you fled to your hide out. You couldn’t believe it, i meam sure yo guys had your moment but he would never CHEAT on you. But then again he just did.
“omygosh how manyi times HAS he cheated on me?” you gasp to yourself, you barley could see where you were going now the raindrops in your eyes making you become blind.
You stood in front of the huge tree, the leaves spilling out of the branches like mimi canopies. You crawl up to the little treehouse you built when you were probably about five. It was two story but just about one room and then anther staked on top. The droplets fell hard and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Why did you ever fall for that smile of his?
Why did it hurt so much when you knew this probably was going to happen?
“(Y/N) ?” A small voice broke you out of your thoughts. You did realize how much time passsed by but the sun was starting to set over the horizon.
Pease don’t be hayes you begged silently.
Nash appeared before your blurry vision and you gave a small smile. Then a small laugh. Then before you knew it you were laughing, hard. You probably looked like a mess, you could feel the mascara streaks on you cheek ad your hair was everywhere from you constantly pushing your hands through it.
“Um Hayes has been searching for you… Why, why are you laughing?”
“I have no cue to be honest” he said in between gasps of air and giggles. A few moments passed and your laughter soon died down.You reached for your phone and to your surprise Nash was right you had 20 missed calls and even more messages.
(Y/N) I’m sorry
please reply
i messed up
well i messed up a lot
I’m sorry you saw that
it was her
please reply
it won’t happen again
You loaned and pushed your free hand through your (Y/H/C) hair. You felt Nash breathing beside you.
“Im sorry” he finally broke the still air.
“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing”
“How many times have you caught him” you heart stopped for a second, times. As in plural.
“What do you mean times” you emphasized the s.
“Shit” Nash cursed under his breath and now it was his turn to push his hands through his raven black hair. you glowered at him urging him to continue. “Well i might have caught him once..” You rose your eyebrows “…twice..” you just continued to stare ”..a lot, okay? Ive caught him a lot, and I’m sorry i should’ve told you but..” That was all you needed to here for the so though dried up well filled up again.
Nash pulled you into him as you bawled your eye out drenching his shirt. He whispered comforting words as he realization that all those scenarios you thought off became real. Hayes cheated on you. Multiple times. After a good half hour you calmed down enough to talk again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you held up a finger for a one-moment thing. You had to dump his sorry ass first. You dialed the all too familiar number into your cell phone as it began to ring. Half of you felt strong and believed you could do it, the other half felt like you were crumbling apart.
“omg (Y/n) ? Im so so sorry, just please…” you were quick to cut him off.
“Cut the crap Hayes, how many times ?”
“wh-what do you mean ?” he blubbered.
“How many times did you heat on me” you emphasized each word as i you were talking to a child. The other line went silent. “How many ?” you repeated.
“I’ve lost track..” he trailed off, you let out a scoff.
“Alright cool, so heres whats going to happen, were over. Since you can’t seem to commit i won’t make you, have fun with people who won’t care about you. Also ill still be coming over because i love hanging out with Skye and Nash and when i am over you aren’t to speak at me. Have fun” you clicked the end call button before you could even protest. Nash had become quiet either with shock or because he was impressed. “Ready?” you asked already climbing down the stairs to the bottom of the tree.
“For what?”
“I wanna make cookies with Skye”
“You know Skye was right” He let out a chuckle before following after you to your car.
“About what?” you questioned, trying to fix yourself up as much as you could in the car mirror. The end result was about as close to as putting a bow on a trashcan.
“I do and would treat you better than Hayes.” Nash replied as he climbed into the passenger seat, his blue eyes piercing your own.
“I guess i should find out if thats true then huh?” you causally replied with a million dollar smile as you turned the ignition on and drove to his house for a date with Nash, Skye and chocolate chip goodness.

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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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Confession (Ut Sans x reader)

WARNING: swearing, Drinking ahead

I just wanted to get this done before Friday since I’m gonna be out of town and I don’t think I’ll have time.
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You were working at grillbys on the surface. You were taking orders and bringing out food while you occasionally cleaned up a spill or some trash. You looked at the clock you you sighed again.

Sans was of course not coming by grillbys. For the past couple weeks Sans has been avoiding you and you were having a hard time trying not to worry about it. You always like him maybe even more than a friend but that’s doesn’t help that he keeps avoiding you.

Every time you went over to the Skeleton brothers house to cook with papyrus Sans says he’s either going to grillbys or he has something to do. He’s even goes to grillbys when your not working or around. Speaking of cooking you just remember you had a cooking lesson with papyrus.

You smiled at the memories you had with the Skeletons. You remember trying to throw out all the uneatable ingredients that papyrus threw in. You remember when you burned Unydne’s house down from simply turning up the heat. You chuckled to yourself. Man those where the good old times.

“Y/N order up!” You turned and walked over to pick up the meal and walk over to the table and set it down. They thanked you and you nodded.

Sooner or later it was time to start cleaning up. You started to wipe tables and stacked chairs. Grillby came out with his coat on and he waved to you as he walked out. You kept cleaning up. You went to the back and hung up your apron and you changed out of your works clothes. You grabbed your bag and started to lock up. You stepped outside and locked the door and started to walk home to wait for papyrus to text you saying he was ready.

The walk home wasn’t bad but again it wasn’t good. You had to walk through the bad side of town in order to reach your apartment. Your footsteps echoed throughout the street and you pulled your bag closer to you. You could hear laughter behind you and you speed up your paste.

You looked behind you to see if anyone was behind you but no one was there. You turned and bumped into a tall man. He looked like he was a part of a gang. You stepped back and apologize and tried to walk around him. He grabbed your shoulder and flipped you around and pressed you against the wall.

“What’s a fine doll like you doing out here~?” He said

You gripped you bag close to you and tried to press further against the wall. He looked buff and he had tattoos up both of his arms. His body hugged his shirt which you could see his abs. He looked attractive if you weren’t crushing on someone else.

“I-i um…home?” You said

He smiled and rested his arm on the wall still blocking you. He looked into your eyes and grabbed your waist.

“Why don’t I escort you home it’s dangerous to walk through here alone especially if you’re a cute doll like yourself.” He said and his hot breath was on you neck.

You started to shake and you pushed against his chest.

“I c-can take care of myself.” You said softly

The man looked at you and you saw his smiled flattens for a sec and then come up to a grin.

“Oh you sure are but just in case I couldn’t forgive myself if you got hurt.” He said and snaked his arms around you and gave your ass a squeeze.

This made you squeak and you used you bag to hit him and run. However you didn’t get far. He grabbed your arm and threw you against the wall. You fell down and tried get up and run but he stepped on your back.

“I tried to do it the easy way.” He said and pressed harder on your back.

You let out a yell in pain. He only laughed and flipped you over with his foot to kick you in the stomach.

“Hahaha you look so pathetic!” He said

He reached down and gripped you neck and held you up so you weren’t touching the floor. You started to choke and claw his arm your lungs begging for air. His made him laugh harder and tighten his grip. You used all your strength to kick his stomach.

He yelled out and dropped you and you grabbed your bag and started to run. Your blood pumped you with adrenaline and you made in home and quickly shut the door and locked it. Your kept shaking and you slid down the door and sat down and you pulled your knees to your chest and started to cry.

You never felt this scared in your life. You’ve could’ve been raped or killed! You felt something wet drop on you arm and you looked to see red. You rushed into the bathroom only to see a bruise forming on your neck and cheek. Your nose was bleeding and your makeup was all messed up. You pulled up your shirt and saw some cuts that where bleeding and a giant bruise starting to form. You sighed and tried to clean up as best you can only to have Papyrus text you.

‘HUMAN IM SORRY BUT WE CANT HAVE OUR COOKING LESON ME AND SANS WHERE HAVING A BRO NIGHT.’

You looked at the text again. Since when did they have 'Bro night’? You kept thinking Papyrus wasn’t the type of person to bail out last minute and if he did have bro night he would’ve told me before hand.

This doesn’t make sense. You didn’t believe that text was Papyrus. You grabbed you bag and started to head out. You took the long way to avoid that mess up again. You were going to have Papyrus tell you the truth.

You finally reached the Skeletons house and you knocked and hissed in pain. You saw your knuckles bleeding. Must’ve been from that man.

You heard Papyrus voice from the other side and he opened the door.

“OH HUMAN YOU CAME I WAS WORRIED YOU WOULDN’T SHOW UP!” Papyrus said

You looked at Papyrus and smiled so there was no such thing as bro night. So someone want you to stay away from Papyrus.

You saw sans laying on the couch you felt like he was the one who texted you to not come. This started to make you angry first he doesn’t talk to you then he refuses to to to grillbys when you worked. Now he want you to stay away from Papyrus!?! You felt you hand turn into fist and you tried to Calm yourself down.

“HUMAN I HOPE YOU’RE READY TO MAKE THE BEST PASTA DISH EVER CREATED!” Papyrus said

You smiled but it was fake. So sans doesn’t want you anywhere near him or his brother. You felt your heart shattered.

'We where best friends dammit!’ You thought

Sans looked at you and he had sweat on his skull and he stood up.

“But Papyrus what about Bro Night?” Sans asked and you looked at Papyrus

Papyrus looked confused “I NEVER HEARD SUCH A THING BUT IS SOUNDS FUN!” Papyrus said

You looked at sans and glared at him. So if Papyrus didn’t text him then..

“Oh really then why did you text me that you where having a bro night I just wanted to come over to make sure but..”

Papyrus pulled out his phone “OH MY GOODNESS THERES KETCHUP STAINS ON THE BACK!”

You felt everything shatter you looked at sans and he gulped.

“So that’s it huh?” You said, tears started to run down your face and you walked closer to sans.

“So for the past month you’ve been avoiding me and then you try and pull your brother into this saying a COMPLETE LIE SO I CAN’T SEE HIM OR YOU!!”

You looked at sans and his white dots where gone.

“IF YOU DIDN’T LIKE ME THEN WHY DON’T YOU SAY IT TO MY FACE HUH!! I THOUGHT WE’RE FRIENDS!! BUT FROM WHAT IM HEARING YOU RATHER SEE ME DEAD IS THAT IT!?!” You screamed “I MEAN I DID GET MUGGED ON MY WAY HOME BUT HEY YOU DON’T CARE I COULD GO BACK AND LET HIM KILL ME!!” You screamed more

You looked at sans and he didn’t answer back you walked closer to his and raised you hand.

'SMACK’

You slapped him and he still didn’t say anything. You walked past Papyrus.

“I’m sorry Papyrus but I rather not get hurt like this you’re a great friend but I’m sure I’d be better out of your life.” You said

“HUMAN WAIT-!” you didn’t stop you slammed the door in front of his face.

The walk home was painful you didn’t want to go home. You felt betrayed and hopeless. You started to walk to grillbys and you used you keys and open the door and you locked it behind you. The bar was quite and clean just like how you left it.

You went behind the bar and started to pull out the whiskey and opened the cap. You took a huge gulp and you felt the warmth in your chest from the alcohol. You sat down behind the bar so no one could see you and you continued to drink.

So this was it huh? You just been lied to and basically been told to never come near them. You started to cry.

“I fucking loved you dammit and you choose to stab me in the back with a lie!” You yelled

The alcohol started to kick in more as you kept drinking. You hated yourself for loving a monster.

“They are horrible creatures…I should’ve kill them when I had the chance to but no I had to help set them free.” You said

You heard and knocked on the door and you stopped.

You didn’t move and you heard it again. You stood up and you saw sans in the window of the door. He looked at you and you saw his eye sockets widen.

You probably looked like a mess. You knew your cheek was noticeable and your arms too. Sans knocked again and you heard his voice.

“Y/N come out!” He said

“Fuck you!” You yelled the alcohol was really setting in

“Y/N please I-I’m sorry I-”

“I SAID FUCK YOU I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!!” You screamed

“Go ruin some else life.” You said softy

Sans must’ve heard you say that last part because his eyes disappeared. He looked hurt.

“I fucked up I know but Y/N I only did because I didn’t want our friendship to end I-”

“So you lied and tried to avoid me like I have the pledge aren’t you smart.” You said harshly


You didn’t hear anything you must’ve have shut him up.

You sat down against the door and held your whiskey to your mouth and took another gulp.

“I thought we were friends sans…..and I thought we could be more than that but I guess I was wrong.” You said

“Y/N I only did what I did was because I loved you but what I did was the most selfish thing ever. I’m sorry I’m so sorry I never want to….hurt you.” You heard his voice crack

You looked at the door and you flipped the lock and opened the door. Only to be hugged by sans.

“I’m sorry Y/N I’m so so sorry.” Sans said

You pulled him up by his shirt to make him took at you “Just shut up and kiss me you bonehead.” You said and you kissed sans teeth.

Promise

Characters - Dean, Sam, Reader, Bobby

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Summary - Dean messed up…Can he fix it?

Word Count - 1792

Warnings - Angst! (cuz..it’s what I’m best at it seems lol) and fluff of course (because no one can stay mad at Dean forever :P lol) OH, and some language.

A/N - Edited…as always…by my amazing sister <3 @wrenwritesometimes

Tags - @jpadjackles@deathtonormalcy56@impala-dreamer@jensen-jarpad@notnaturalanahi​ @big-to-beautiful @thepalaceofmelanie @theimpossibleg1rl @blondekel77 @xfirespritex @lenaabs

Story -

A dufflebag lay prone, sprawled open on the floor, things being thrown around the room as she tried to hastily pack everything of hers together. She looked at the mess, taking it in a moment, and just dropped to her knees in a solid thud upon the dusty carpeting.

What am I doing? He needs me, he is being stupid, I know all this, so why the fuck am I following through with this stupid threat and actually leaving?
Having heard the heavy thud, Sam rushed into the room - Bobby coming short after - and found her on the floor, sobbing.

“Y/N, hey. What is it? What’s wrong?” Sam was quick to wrap his arms around her small slumped over frame.

“I can’t do this, Sam.” She buried her face in his chest. “But I know I need to.”

“Dean being a dumbass again I take it?” Bobby stood in the doorway, just watching, unsure of what to do to console her.

“I-I gave up everything,” she stammered, hyperventilating as she avoided further tears. “But h-he just walks away l-like I’m nothing. Every d-damn time it gets to-too hard.”

“He’s just scared Y/N, you know that. Dean may be an idjit…” Bobby grumbled quietly, “but he loves you.”

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Miles/Waylon/Blake

> Miles knowing Waylon went through hell at the asylum because he recognizes the look in his eyes, the same look he had for months afterwards

> Waylon refusing to go with Miles anywhere until Miles asks him how long it’s been since he’s worn his wedding ring and it’s like a damn broke and Waylon is telling Miles everything

> Miles and Waylon going after everything that even seems like it has ties to Murkoff Corp. and destroying it, sending everything they record to the press anonymously

> eventually their trail leads them to an old village where everyone is dead…..everyone but a confused man with glasses and holes in his hands and a blanket of carnage he’s convinced is a baby

> on the way to destroy the buildings that caused the towns insanity, they eventually learn the mans name is Blake and through his ramblings they manage to figure out his story

> Waylon and Miles helping Blake with his memories as much as they can

> Blake joining Miles and Waylon once his mind is clear enough because they’re the only people he feels understand him and vice versa

> the trio going around the world now to stop all traces of the evil they were parts of

> Miles, Blake, and Waylon becoming friends and then more than friends

> since Miles is the wallriders host, when it comes to protecting Blake, Waylon, and himself he’s got it covered

> they all help out when one has a bad nightmare or flashback

> the sex is amazing. They’ll do it almost anywhere at anytime and, yes, they have recorded it a handful of times

> their wedding isn’t something big, they all just elope and when it comes to rings, they all wear their wedding ring on a chain around their neck tucked under their clothes, Waylon and Blake so it doesn’t get in the way and Miles because he doesn’t have a ring finger to wear it on

> those in between times when they’re not recording evil and just on the road in Miles car enjoying themselves and sleeping in the back seat all piled together being their favorite times

> Miles: “hey, I’m Miles, these are my husbands, and welcome to jackass”
Waylon: “Miles whatever happened to staying quiet?!”
*sound of Blake tripping over like ten things*
Waylon: “We’re gonna die”

> “is that a camera in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

> “Miles could you stOP SLAMMING THE DOORS FOR FUCKS SAKE IT’LL DRAW THEM TO US”

> Waylon and Blake joining Miles in his bubble baths

> and finally, after years of going after Murkoff Corp, they stop the evil and shut it all down and it’s finally, finally over so they settle down and buy a house and grow old together like the madly in love survivors they are