Pairing: Peter x Reader

Requested by @spiderzenslaya


Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has added Peter, Y/N, Steve, Thor, Natasha, Vision, Sam, Wanda.

Clint: Anyone up to watching a horror movie?

Natasha: Your face is a horror movie.

Natasha: And yes, I’d love to see a horror movie.

Clint: Awww I didn’t know you love seeing my face ;)

Peter: I’m in, if Y/N’s in.

Y/N: I’m in if Peter’s.

Peter: oh no

Peter: my message delivered first!

Y/N: dammit!

Y/N: Decide!

Peter: No, you decide!

Y/N: Do you want to watch a horror movie or not?!

Peter: Only if you’re there!

Steve: Oh for crying out loud, I order both of you to watch the damn movie.

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Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)

You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.


“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

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The Truth Comes Out

Summary: The reader’s quiet night at home is interrupted when Dean shows up looking bruised and bloody.

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 2,352

“Thank god I live alone.” You grumble to yourself, thankful no one’s around to witness your behavior. You’re lazily sitting on your kitchen counter in a ridiculous onesie stuffing your face.

You twist open an Oreo, put a scoop of chocolate ice cream then add whipped cream and chocolate syrup. While singing along to the radio, you smoosh the Oreo back together and shove it into your mouth.

You’re really baffled as to why you’re not married yet. Your boyfriend would be crazy to not lock down all of this sexiness. Realizing it’s almost time for a new episode of Scandal, you make way towards the couch.

You freeze when you hear someone fumbling with the lock on your door. This is just fucking perfect. A creep is breaking into your apartment and on top of it, you’re gonna die wearing a onesie.

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The Matchmakers - Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

A drabble series I’m working on with @setthestarsxnfire, please enjoy! 

<    12:31    -    ZEN, MC    >

ZEN: But how did we get on this topic?
ZEN: Let’s go back to the main subject – Jumin Han
ZEN: Lately he’s been more annoying than ever

MC: Maybe you guys should talk to each other

ZEN: Hah! That would imply he actually listens

- Jumin Han has logged in -

MC: Hey Jumin!

Jumin Han: Hello MC.

ZEN: Are you seriously ignoring me?

Jumin Han: I wouldn’t be if you greeted me properly.

ZEN: Why would I have to do that just to get a simple hello?

Jumin Han: Also I see you’ve been insulting me again.
Jumin Han: If you were as productive in looking for jobs, you’d already be working full-time.

ZEN: Excuse you, I just got hired for a musical that will launch next year!
ZEN: What have you got to say about that, huh?

Jumin Han: I would say
Jumin Han: Congratulations.

ZEN: …
ZEN: Thanks.

Jumin Han: And that you should still consider my offer for the Holistic commercial.
Jumin Han: It’s good to have different options.

ZEN: And for a moment I actually thought you were being nice
ZEN: I can feel my allergies working up
ZEN: Go bother me another time, my break is over

- Zen has logged out -

Jumin Han: …

MC: Maaaybe you guys should meet up and talk?

Jumin Han: I don’t think it’ll go anywhere with someone as stubborn as he is.

MC: Right. So, the weather’s been pretty strange lately huh?

Jumin Han: I have to get back to work.
Jumin Han: Please ask him to think about it when he comes back.

- Jumin Han has logged out -

MC: …

- Yoosung★ has logged in -
- Jaehee Kang has logged in -
- 707 has logged in -
- V has logged in -
- Saeran has logged in -

MC: See guys, I told you.

Yoosung★: Wooooow, you were right.

707: Wait hold up, lemme do this real quick~!

- Private Mode activated -

707: There, now anyone who isn’t here can’t see this chat. :D

Yoosung★: You constantly tried to change the subject and Zen kept going back!

V: I suspected it earlier – whenever we talk, all it takes is the slightest of hints for Jumin to start ranting about Zen.

Jaehee Kang: Even if I didn’t know Zen had a new musical role. ;.;

707: Jumin really wants to see Zen in those cat ears hehehe

Saeran: It’s true, they’re complete morons

MC: Does that mean you guys are all on board?

V: Yes, I believe it’ll make them happy.
V: And it’d be nice to have less fighting in the chat.

Yoosung★: Not wasting hours when planning parties sounds like a win to me
Yoosung★: I might actually not be late for LOLOL evening raids on meeting days!


Saeran: Might as well, Saeyoung is going to force me into it anyway

707: Aww come on, I don’t want you to feel left out!

V: You’re lucky you have someone who cares so much about you, Saeran.

Saeran: Maybe you should be his brother instead

V: I’m not sure how I’d feel about that. ;;

Saeran: See, even V understands

707: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

V: Wait, that’s not what I meant.

Yoosung★: Saeran, stop picking on Saeyoung! D=

Saeran: Of course you would take his side

MC: Oi oi oi

Yoosung★: I’m not taking anyone’s side!

MC: Guys, focus!!! D:<
MC: Jaehee, you’re pretty quiet

Jaehee Kang: I don’t know
Jaehee Kang: I feel a bit awkward interfering with people’s love lives like this.

MC: Jaehee, how much more cat projects does Jumin give you whenever Zen says no?

Jaehee Kang: …Good point.

MC: At the very least, having them realize what tension there is between them will help us all out
MC: Let’s do it for everyone’s sanity!

707: My hacking skills are at your service (▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)

Yoosung★: I’ve got a few ideas :D

V: So do I.

Jaehee Kang: With my vast array of Zen merchandise and my job, I’m in the best position to help out.

MC: Yay Jaehee <3
MC: Then let’s get to work
MC: Operation Matchmaking has started!

Saeran: Just try not to be too obvious guys =.= 

「 rainy days ☔︎ 」

● jeon jungkook / reader

● fluff ☕︎

● word count: 2.2k

summary: a rainy friday evening in with your sweet, sweet boyfriend.

Today’s shift at your part-time job took its toll on you. Usually, coffee shops are calm and cozy. The “Kim’s Coffee Shop” owners are kind people who treat you like their own family and just recently, they left to go on vacation, leaving you and a few others to take care of the shop. The owners do this once in a while, taking a break and enjoying their savings, and before they did, they even gave you two weeks off starting at the end of today’s shift. But of course, on your last day, the shop would be as busy as ever. It was as if the whole population of the city of Seoul came to get their coffees and cakes as if the city only had one coffee shop. Business was booming, but so was your headache.

The day finally came to an end, and you didn’t think it was possible for it to get worse. The moment you closed up shop and waved everyone goodbye, the sound you were dreading to hear boomed across the sky. Thunder. You knew it was bound to rain by the looks of the clouds while you were working but were hoping it would start when you got home. You liked the rain. The soft pitter-patter of the raindrops against your window was calming and easily lulled you to sleep, but on some days, like this, the rain came with loud thunder and lightning flashes. You weren’t a fan of the latter. What’s even worse is that you forgot your headphones and umbrella at home which made your mood even worse.

“Ah, what the heck.. this day just keeps getting worse.” You sigh, wanting to smack yourself for not even wearing clothes with a hood as you began to walk the five blocks home. Everything seems to be getting worse as the rain fell on you harder, leading you to take shelter at a fast food restaurant. You’re quick to pull out your phone, hoping to send a text, but to your dismay, the all too familiar scene of the shutting down of the screen only meant there was no battery remaining.

“Seriously?” You groan, ignoring the eyes that were on you. The people seemed to stare from the booths they were sitting on to where you stood; a soaking wet Kim’s Coffee employee and her bad attitude due to the rain and lack of phone battery.

You stayed at the restaurant for about ten more minutes before deciding that the rain has slowed down a little before proceeding to continue walking home. The walk home seemed quicker than usual, most likely because of your lack of focus on anything else. You just wanted to get home after such a long day. Your fatigue seemed to wash over you as you search for the apartment keys in your bag, the lack of energy and the possibility of sickness from the rain was taking over. Before you could unlock the door, keys in hand, it swings open to reveal the very aspect of why you call your home, a home.

“Baby,” he lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls you into the foyer of the apartment you both share. His warmth and the familiar scent of his cologne makes your headache disappear, and you gladly accept his affection.

“I was so worried about you. You didn’t answer my calls.”

“My phone died right when I was just about to text you Jungkook. Sorry.” You mumble, and he hums in content as he holds you by the shoulder at an arm’s length to examine your drenched appearance.

“Wait right here,” he sits you down on the bench near the entrance before helping you remove your shoes. He makes his way down the hall and enters the bathroom. A moment later, you begin to hear the sound of rushing water.

He returns with a towel hung over his shoulder. He holds his hand out for you to take and you give him a smile as he leads you to the bathroom. The scent of vanilla that was filling the room emanated from the bathtub where it was a creamy and buttery froth of bubbles.

“Get in the tub. I’ll be right back.” He places a kiss on your nose before disappearing down the hall. You chuckle at his thoughtfulness. You weren’t surprised, though. Jungkook knew how to treat you. You strip down after pulling your hair into a messy bun before stepping into the tub. The warmth of the bathwater made you hazy. You felt like you were about to fall asleep right there if not for the way Jungkook rapidly opened and shut cupboards from the kitchen. Ah. What could he be up to now? You sigh, sinking deeper into the bath, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, princess. Not after all the trouble I went through to prepare this five-star meal,” he pouts, and you melt at the sight of him. He held a small wooden tray (the one you would serve breakfast for him in the lazy mornings in bed) with two glasses of water and two cups of ramen. You giggle as he wiggles his eyebrows. Five-star meal, huh? He takes a seat on the comfy leather chair beside the tub.

“You know, I thought you put this chair here just for the anesthesia-”

“Pause! Do you mean the ‘aesthetic’?” You burst out laughing while he pouts, and you completely forget about today’s tiring events.

“Aesth- Ah! Whatever! It just makes me appreciate that with little things like this chair, we can still hang out even when you’re in a bubble bath!” You smile at his words but before you could agree to his statement he cuts you off, “I mean, I know, we’ve had lots of fun in the bath and shower together but-”

“Okay, I get it. Please stop. You’re ruining the tranquil atmosphere.” You roll your eyes at him but gladly accept the cup of ramen he was gracefully handing over to you.

“I understand the concept of people having a glass of wine in the bath but to have ramen?” You grab the chopsticks that he was giving to you.

“We are simply ahead of our time, baby girl,” he chuckles as he begins to eat, “We should like- Fill the bathtub with hot water and cook like thirty-two packs of ramen..”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he teases in a sing-song voice as you roll your eyes.

“I have two weeks off, by the way. Maybe we could finally take this time to talk about getting a puppy?”

“Forget about that, are you saying we have a whole two weeks to ourselves?” He wiggles his brows and you raise a finger to point at the door.

“Get out, Jeon.”

As you both finished up the cup ramen, Jungkook puts the trash away along with the glasses as you finished your bath with a cold refreshing shower. After drying up you made your way into your room, you found clothes already laid out. The all too familiar oversized sweater and silk shorts.

“(Y/N)! Get over here!” You hear the loud gruff of your boyfriend, and quickly you shuffled over to where he was. The living room was glittering with fairy lights, the once that belonged in your bedroom.

“What is this?” You observe the living room set up. Multiple blankets were strewn across the big “L” shaped couch that you had. Pillows and a few of your stuffed animals were also present among the mess of blankets. Your eyes finally land on Jungkook. He switched his casual attire for gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He had a warm smile that made you feel as if you were melting. His eyes seemed to twinkle more than usual. You tried to make yourself sound less infatuated with him by claiming that it was probably the work of the fairy lights.

“Pillow fort!” He cheers, arms high in the air, and you chuckle.

“This looks more like a fluffy cloud to me,”  you pad on over to him, taking a seat beside him as he pulls the blanket over both of you. Right now, everything is perfect. You are in the warm embrace of your boyfriend and you couldn’t be happier. As you both sat there at the corner of the sofa, the soft sound of Crush’s voice and the sound of rain begins to lull you to sleep. It wasn’t long before Jungkook began to sing with the track. All the more, the vibrations you felt as your head was placed on his chest only added to your comfort.

“Beautiful life, beautiful day..” He sang, and you hummed in agreement. Somehow, the thought of loud thunder and bright flashes of lightning didn’t bother you anymore. He stops, only to tilt your chin up so you could face him.

“You had a long day today, right?” His brows furrow in concern and you bring your finger up to tap him on the nose.

“I’m better now. Thanks to you.” You lean up to place a gentle peck on his lips, though he’s quick to bring you back for more. The hand around your waist tightens, and the other pulls you in closer to sit on his lap. As you wrap your arms around his neck, Jungkook lets out a moan that masks the sound of thunder outside.

“Next time it rains, I don’t want you to be scared,” he moves a strand of your hair out of your eyes, tucking it in behind your ear. “I want you to remember tonight, so rainy days never bother you again.”

Your heart flutters, and you can’t help but kiss him.

“Is this all we’re doing tonight?” You ask him, and he smirks as he moves his lips to the base of your neck.

“Oh? Want to do something else? Care to enlighten me, baby girl?” You feel the all too familiar feeling of his lips against your neck, and you shudder.

“Shut up, you pervert. That’s not what I meant.” You roll your eyes as you push his face away from where he was nipping at your skin.

“We could watch a movie if you want?” He proposes as he brings the hand pushing him away up to his lips, placing soft kisses along the palm and fingertips.

“That sounds nice. Could we order food too?” You bring another hand up, running your fingers through his hair and you smile in satisfaction as he shudders. He loves it when you play with his hair.

“That ramen wasn’t enough, huh?” He laughs as you pout.

“If I can’t be full from one, I know you can’t be. You once ate six cups of ramen in the middle of the night.” You roll your eyes at him, and he chuckles as he ruffles up your hair.

“Hey, we said we wouldn’t talk about that again..” He buries his face into your neck in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, and you giggle as he groans.

“When did we establish that? I’ll be telling this story forever!” You laugh as he pinches the tip of your nose.

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t do this to me. I was just really hungry, okay?”

“No way! I still can’t believe I came home from a late shift to find you sprawled on the floor of our kitchen, six empty cups of ramen at your side.” He pleads for you to stop, not wishing to hear the all too familiar situation.

“Your lips were so swollen from the spicy broth. It was adorable!” You continue to tease him as he stiffens under you, and soon you were on your back as he held both of your wrists by your head.

“Am I still adorable now?” His eyes are dark, and his voice is low and husky. You can’t help but think of how good he looks right now. At this point, you’re fighting the urge to lean up and kiss his lips that are oh so close to yours.

“You’re as cute as ever!” You chuckle, and he groans in defeat, beginning to place kisses all over your face.

“I can never win with you, can I?” At this point, his eyes are back on yours, and you can’t help but sigh.

“You can, but you always seem to let me win.” You smile, and he does the little nose scrunch and neck movement that he does when he gets shy.

“We’ve been together for almost four years, and you still get shy around me, Jeon?” You smirk as he hums. He has become your home and your comfort. He was someone you couldn’t live without.

“Can’t help it. I always feel like this around you.” He shrugs as you free your wrists from his grasp, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bring him closer, noses touching in an Eskimo kiss.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers as he nudges his lips against yours, “so much.”

Before you could even answer, his lips are already on yours. You guess you’ll just have to tell him later when you reward him for being oh so good to you.

a/n: oh my. i haven’t written in a while. it took me so long to finish this. i apologise if it was too fluffy. i’m really bad at keeping up with requests, but feel free to leave some suggestions for me to write about in my ask (and if you wanna, follow me for more of these little writings ☺︎ )! i love jungkook so much, and i appreciate you reading this short little thing that my thirsty ass wrote. ah, please also forgive the mistakes.. i will proofread this soon!! oopsie

- j ❀


A/N: Alright, so I’m not too sure how I feel about this. I think it’s halfway decent though, so here goes. A lil modern Nessian on New Years Eve :)

requested by anon.

Nesta Archeron hated parties. It didn’t matter what the occasion was or who it was for — she hated being forced into a crowded room and interacting with people. But she couldn’t say no to Elain’s big doe eyes and hopeful smile, so here Nesta stood, in a crowded room interacting with people.

“You are having way too much fun,” an amused voice taunted.

Rolling her eyes, Nesta turned her back on the towering brute beside her. Remaining silent, Nesta focused her gaze on the TV, which displayed Time’s Square and the current countdown until the new year.

Twenty-six more minutes. Twenty-six more minutes and then she was free.

Unimpressed with her tactics, Cassian scoffed, “Seriously? You’re just gonna ignore me?”

Nesta’s lips quirked up slightly at his annoyance, and she continued to watch the news anchors with feigned interest. She knew staying quiet would irritate him far more than insulting him; he was looking for an argument, but he wouldn’t find one. Not tonight.

“Fine,” Cassian snapped. “Have it your way, then.”

Any relief Nesta might have felt was short-lived. The hulking presence behind her didn’t retreat; if anything, he moved closer. She could feel him despite the empty space between them — she could sense his breath, the shifting of his feet, the lifting and lowering of the beer bottle in his hand. Squeezing her eyelids shut, Nesta counted to ten in her mind to try and calm her rising temper.

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Wrong Number, Right Call (part 2)

Part 1

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Synopsis: Texting leads to phone calls and feelings…

Warnings: There’s a little talk about nightmares and depression in this chapter. Nothing too in detail, though.

Author’s Note: Continuation of the Tabi fluff! <3 Although things get a little more “real” in this chapter. There’s feels & stuff… lol

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.


Seung Hyun didn’t text that night. But the night after, at three in the morning, you received a message…

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/“Tara please” Theo sobbed stepping backwards until he hit the wall, eyes not leaving his sisters figure “if I could take it all back I would I just-” he got cut off by his sisters hand on his mouth pushing his head harder into the wall.

She leans in closer, her dead eyes locked onto his as she placed her hand onto his chest, nails slowly digging in “you don’t get to apologise” she whispers as she digs her hand further into his chest, wrapping her fingers around his heart.

Theo closes his eyes tightly at the feeling, ‘I deserves this’ he thinks as he makes no move to stop her from taking /her/ heart back.

“Theo!” his eyes open as he hears the faint call of his name, the form of his sister flickering infront of him, he looks around trying to find the source of the voice “Theo” the voice sounded somewhat familiar but he couldnt pinpoint who it was exactly.

“hello?-gah!” he grunted in pain as his sister slamed his head back into the wall gripping tighter on his heart, her heart, in one swift motion she tugged, ripping the heart out of his chest, everything fading to black./

“Theo!” Theo awoke panting and sweating to the sound of his name followed by three bangs right next to his head, he sat up slowly in a daze, “Theo open this door or I swear to god” he heard the all to familiar voice of none other then Liam Dunbar outside his truck.

Theo pushed open the door getting out all while avoiding Liam’s stares, “I’m atheist, so swear all you like” he said sarcastically smirking up at Liam finally making eye contact.

“what are you doing here?” Liam asked seriously, ignoring Theo’s comment completely, Theo looked down at his feet trying to come up with some sarcastic comment, some way to change the topic.

He was really hoping to keep quiet about having to sleep in his truck for as long as he could but for some reason Liam always knew when something was up. “Theo, answer me. What are you doing out here at this time of night?”

“sleeping what did it look like?” Theo muttered trying to put it off as much as he could. “don’t be a smart-ass with me” Liam growled eyes flashing gold, “why aren’t you home?”

“because I don’t have one!” Theo snaps glaring at Liam, the beta looked taken aback the gold colour in his eyes fading “what? What do you mean?” Theo rolled his eyes, crossing his arms “I mean this is my home, my truck, because I’ve got nowhere else to go” he mutters avoiding eye contact.

“hey” Liam whispers, despite it being dark Liam can see Theos claws digging into his arms, he slowly grabs onto one moving it to Theos side, not completely letting go but fingers lingering enough to touch.

“how did you find me?” Theo asks, still not making eye contact but not moving his hand away from Liam’s. “I Uh I heard your heartbeat, I heard your howl, followed your scent here” Liam stared at Theo, hopping the chimera would look at him “I thought you were in trouble but when I saw you… In your truck.. Asleep I was confused” Theo slowly looked up at Liam while he was talking.

“then you started to cry, tears streaming down but no sound, your eyes screwed shut in pain. Figured you might be having a nightmare” Liam looked into Theos eyes, his pinky finger looping around Theos. “what did you dream about?”

Theo sighed, he didn’t deserve this after everything he’s done how can Liam stand here and talk to him like it all never happened, he opened his mouth to answer when he froze eyes locked on something behind Liam.

Theos heartbeat sped up, hand grabbing onto Liam’s hard. “what’s wrong?” Liam asks looking to where Theo was looking. Theo let out a small whimper when he heard the voice “theo” the dark figure called, flickering, slowly moving closer to them.

“n-no, please” Theo whimpered trying to move back, his truck stopping him from doing so.

“Theo there’s nothing there. what can you see?” Liam asks gently placing a hand onto Theos shoulder, Theo looked at Liam eyes wet with images tears. “she’s coming for me” he let’s out a shaky breath, eyes flicking back to her dark form.

Liam placed a hand on Theos cheek “Theo look at me” he whispered, Theos eyes flicking between looking at Liam’s eyes and the dark figure not that far behind him. “no theo look at me, she’s not there, she’s not real, just focus on my voice”

Liam winced slightly when he felt Theos claws dig into his arm but right now he didn’t care about that, he needed to find a way to distract Theo from whatever he was seeing, distraction, what could he do to distract theo.

“please” he sobbed tears slowly sliding down his face, Liam heart broke seeing theos tears “okay, Theo listen to me, shes not real, she’s just in your mind. I need you close your eyes for me babe” Liam’s eyes widened slightly hearing his own slip up, Theo seemed to focused on the figure to notice it so Liam continued

“Theo I need you to close your eyes” Theo began shaking his head, “n-no, she’s going to get m-me” he clutched onto Liam’s arms harder.
“Theo she’s not there, I’ve got you, you’re safe with me, just close your eyes and don’t think about her” Liam whispered softly.

“I-i can’t Liam please, help me I ca-” without a second thought Liam pulled Theo closer, closing the gap between them and kissed him with everything he’s got.

Theo gasped into the kiss, Eyes fluttering close as he started to kiss back, claws retracting, hands slowly moving up to the back of Theos neck tugging on his hair pulling him closer if that was even possible.

After what felt like hours they finally pulled apart both boys panting slightly. “can you still see her?” Liam asked leaning his forehead on Theos.

Eyes moving to where the figure of his sister once was he sighed “no, she’s gone.”


A/N: thank you so much for reading (if anyone actually does read this XD) this is my first time actually doing this shipweek thingos I’m usually one of the followers of it but I decided to join in for thiam.

It’s so frustrating to see people claim Age of Ultron is an accurate adaptation of Wanda and Pietro’s origin story because 

1) their origin is about racism, not Imperialism, and taking away the racism is whitewashing the narrative. They could have still lost their parents in a NATO bombing, but erasing their Romani heritage when their new backstory is a fictionalized version of the Yugoslav Wars means ignoring the particular hell that the Romani went through in those conflicts. Like, seriously, you ignore their ethnicity but give them an origin centered around an ethnic conflict? How tone deaf can you be?

And 2) the ultimate lesson of their comics origin is that racism destroys, it is evil. The racists who attacked their parents in the comics don’t show up later to be humanized. But, in Age of Ultron, the takeaway is that Imperialism isn’t so bad because ~it helps the same people it hurts.~ “Sure, we made this one robot who tried to destroy the world, but we also made this OTHER robot who is totally cool. All good, right?”

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“You’ll have to ignore Taehyung,” Jimin suddenly spoke up and you turned your head back to look at the two of them. “He’s had a bit too much to drink tonight. Jungkook hasn’t been anything but respectful when he talks about you.”

“He talks about me?”

Taehyung scoffed and took a swig out of his beer bottle before he rolled his eyes in a comedic way. “Only all the time. I feel like I know you as well as he does now.”

“Not that it’s annoying,” Jimin quickly added. “It’s kind of cute actually. He hasn’t been so worked up about a date in a long time.”

“He hasn’t even gone on a date in weeks. He’s like a hermit ever since he started working at that company. All he does is work and then talk about you,” Taehyung said. He paused for a moment then laughed, “except for kicking Jimin’s ass at games. He still has time for that.” Jimin sent Taehyung a pointed glare but didn’t offer any kind of defense.

“Where’s Jungkook’s room? I hate to rush him but if we don’t hurry we won’t make it to the movie later,” you said with a quick glance to your phone.

“The room at the end of the hall on the left,” Jimin said and pointed down the hallway just past the enormous television. “It was nice to meet you!”

“Yeah! It’s great to finally put a face with the name. You kids have fun tonight,” Taehyung said and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before he laughed.

Jimin slapped his arm again before he turned back to you, “seriously. Please ignore him. He’s drunk.”

“It’s okay,” you giggled and waved to them. “It was nice to meet both of you.” Jimin returned your wave and Taehyung shot you a thumbs up before you made your way down the hallway. You could hear the two men whisper amongst themselves but couldn’t distinguish the words being spoken as you progressed further down the hallway. Soon their hushed words were drowned out completely and replaced with soft grunts that only grew louder the closer you got to the last door on the left. You looked back down the way you came as if you would find the answer for the sound there. It was foolish. The grunts clearly came from behind the door to Jungkook’s room and you were fairly sure the panting that accompanied them gave away the nature of whatever he was doing.

The door to his room was ajar and you briefly pondered why anyone would make such a mistake but then you heard a whine. It was low and he cut it off after only a second but you were sure you heard it. You froze just in front of his door. If you moved half a step over you would be able to see into the room. Just one tiny shuffling of you feet and you could see exactly what he was doing. Your heart raced and you heard it pounding in your ears, like a constant drumming to accompany the sinful images that ran through your mind.

You didn’t hear a second voice in the room with him. You were positive he was by himself and you were certain he was masturbating. Just one half step. With a simple step to the side you would surely be gifted with the sight of Jungkook, his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes twisted shut and his mouth hung open. You licked your lips at the image and cast one last glance down the hallway to be sure that Jimin and Taehyung were none the wiser to what was happening. It crossed your mind that it was an invasion of privacy but you reasoned with yourself that the door was left ajar for anyone to walk in and see. And not just anyone. He knew you were scheduled to meet him. You bit your lip and let your mind wander over thoughts of whether he intended for you to catch him in such a state. Without another moment’s hesitation you took a half step over to see through the space he had allowed you.

EXO: they're in love with you, but you like another member

Xiumin:  it would be heartbreaking to have his best friend confess that they loved someone else, esp when he’s been working up the courage to confess his love. He’d bottle down his feelings and try not to make them obvious, not wanting to hurt your feelings if he made them known.

Suho:  though in his mind he wants to discourage you from making a move on the other member, he’ll restrain himself from behaving in such a childish way. I feel like he’d be sly and tell you that you and him would’ve made a better couple, while still trying to sound humorous.

Lay:  the pain would be obvious in his eyes, and he knows that since he’s been close to you for so long, you’d be able to tell. He’d need to take some time as he tries to decide whether he should tell you or not. He’d decide on the latter, bc he wouldn’t want to make you or the other member feel uncomfortable, but this would hurt him for sure.

Baekhyun:  he’s in denial that you like them at all, and refuses to take you seriously. He’s in disbelief, probably ignoring you and keeping to himself while he figures out why you didn’t catch on to his feelings for you, and what you could’ve possibly seen in the other member, since he was so sure you’d end up with him and live happy ever after.

Chen:  I think he’s the only who’d actually come out and tell you straight up that he loves you, and won’t hesitate to try and win you over. There would be no hard feelings with him and the other member, in fact he’d actually make it seem like a game- who could make you fall in love the fastest.

Chanyeol:  he’d find out that you had already confessed to the other member, so he’s heartbroken and regrets not telling you sooner. This would be the hardest thing to handle bc he so badly wants to be happy for you, but he can’t help thinking what it could’ve been like if you chose him, as he was convinced that you loved him in that way as well.

D.O:  keeps a stone faced expression, not letting anything slip to ensure you didn’t know just how broken he felt. He’s loved you for so long that he can’t possibly imagine starting over and loving again, but he respects you too much to tell you this and possibly ruin your relationship.

Kai:  he’d take this the hardest, I think…he just feels so deeply and it would take some time before his heart and ego recover. One night he’d be sick of sulking and keeping everything bottled up, he’d end up calling you and crying his lungs out over the phone. Ofc he’d apologize and tell you that what’s done is done, but he doesn’t mean it and will probably continue to love you.

Sehun:  you’d be able to tell something in his mood completely changed after you told him. He’d have an unreadable look in his eyes and he’ll most likely storm out and leave. His emotions would get the best of him and he’d feel the need to vent to someone, most likely Chan, and kick himself over not being able to tell you how he felt earlier.

Originally posted by katherine8595

My Heart Will be There

Originally posted by welcome-to-my-broken-sanctuary

Peter Parker X Reader

Kinder Than You – Part 1

Word Count: 2133

Author: Princess Kate (Just kidding it’s Writer Kate… the one who writes)

Warnings: Talks about Stress and Anxiety attacks… sorry if that offends you, but I’m talking about my personal symptoms, and I’m not trying to glorify anxiety, stress, or any other problems whatsoever. 

A/N: HECK YES!!! Two parts in two days! I’m feeling very generous lately… Just kidding, I wanted to surprise you guys since you seemed to like this idea so much… Like I said, sorry about the warnings, but this was originally supposed to be like a way to channel my insecurities, if y’all would remember from part 1. OH YEAH I FORGOT TO MENTION PART 3 IS ON IT’S WAY!!! If you want to be tagged, just asked, I’m totally cool with that… And I’m actually really proud of my ending quote thingy, and yes, I DID COME UP WITH THAT LAST PART BY MYSELF… And I also don’t know why I make these so long since no one is reading anymore, but if you are, Please let me know if you like these little author insights… And go read the stupid fic already.

You were in the kitchen, making a batch of lemon cupcakes while Clint’s kids were watching a movie in the front room. The filling, a raspberry reduction, was almost done, and you were almost ready to start the buttercream frosting. Your phone beeped and a text popped up from Clint.

“Hey, we’re almost home, can you come open the garage?” You read quietly out-loud. You walked into the front room, turned off the TV, and picked up baby Nathaniel. “Cooper, Lila! Your parents are home!” You laughed at their excited faces, and followed them into the garage, pushing the button to deactivate the security system. The kids rushed to their parents as the car rolled in. You put Nathaniel down, and let him toddle towards his parents. You heard the timer go off for the cupcakes, and you slipped back inside. You smiled at the sunny yellow look of the treats. These were Peter’s favorite of the snacks that you would make regularly. When he was younger, he would try to stuff the entire cupcake into his mouth. It was hilarious to watch, but eventually, he learned to savor them, even if that didn’t stop him from eating most of the batch at super-speed. The thought of Peter made you hold your necklace, the one he had given you on your 14th birthday. You missed Peter loads, but the pain was a lot better being far away from him. It had been nearly 3 weeks since you left Stark Tower, and surprisingly, Nat had only accused Clint of kidnapping you a couple hundred times. You started frosting a cooled batch of cupcakes when someone poked your insides making you jump. You nearly dropped the cupcake, and turned to see Clint’s face grinning at you, and you stuck your tongue out at him. Clint had always taken a liking to you, and sometimes treated you like one of his kids, or other times, like his little sister. Overall, your relationship was very strong, like his and Wanda’s. Laura walked in grinning, and you ran up to hug her. Laura had been your mentor with Natasha before she retired, and she was very protective of you too. That’s why you loved coming here when you could sneak away from New York. Lila and Cooper treated you like their big sister, and you were the only person that baby Pietro (as you referred to him, since that was his middle name) would go to besides Laura and Nat. 

“Hey, Y/N! How were the kids?” Laura asked, hugging you tightly. Clint was inspecting the cupcakes for the one with the most frosting, just the way he liked them. Finding a suitable one, he picked it off the counter and bit into it.

“Perfect, as usual.” You smiled, genuinely. 

“Speaking of perfect,” Clint said through a full mouth. “I talked to Steve on Saturday. It seems your excuses were all too perfect. Why didn’t you tell us about the Peter thing?” His looked at you with raised eyebrows, and behind you, Laura was glaring at him. She had told him explicitly not to bring it up bluntly, knowing you would get flustered. Your hand flew up to fidget with your necklace again. It always reminded you of him, but you had been too attached to leave it at home, or even take it off. 

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” You mumbled, lying. Clint and Laura looked at each other again, knowing how much the fight was bothering you.

“Apparently he’s been bugging everyone at that Tower to try and find out how you were doing, since you haven’t been answering any of his calls, either.” Clint poked, and you looked at the floor, biting your lip.

“Y/N, we’re just worried about you. Everyone is.” Laura said, putting her hand on your shoulder. “It’s not healthy to keep all your emotions wrapped up like this. I know it’s hurting you, but Peter is your best friend.”

“And your crush.” Clint wagged his eyebrows as he finished his second cupcake. You and Laura gave him the exact same expression at the same time, and he held back a laugh. 

“There isn’t exactly a lot to talk about.” You said, subconsciously rubbing the fading bruise on your cheek. Clint opened his mouth to retort, but the timer went off for another batch of cupcakes, so you slipped behind him without another word. 


“Bye! I’ll see you guys when the team comes out in a few months!” You called giving Lila, Cooper, Clint, Laura, and Nathaniel a last hug. You climbed into the quinjet, and waved good bye through the window as you flew higher and higher. You sighed happily, missing them already. You were about to settle back to write, but your phone beeped from the depths of your bag. You seriously considered ignoring it, but that always ticked Tony off when you ignored his texts, so you fished around for the device, found it, and clicked it on. A text showed up on the front from Aunt May, and you read the message.

“Hey, Y/N! Listen, I know you’re out of town, but we seriously need a shopping trip! When do you get back in?” May’s happy disposition shown through the text, but you cringed inwardly. You loved May, and she had always taken care of you like she was your mom, but you worried if she would ask you about Peter. You hadn’t taken it very well when Clint had interrogated you, and you had spent that night tossing and turning while memories of the fight swam around your mind. But it was May. She would know not to ask, right? You bit your lip, and texted back quickly.

“I’m flying back in right now.” You read quickly, and pressed send. It was only a second before you got a reply.

“Okay! It’s been long enough! How about tomorrow, Friday, since you guys have school off. I can pick you up at the Tower, I think Peter is going over there for his intern thing, anyway.” You sent affirmation to the plan, and sighed at relief that you would be able to avoid Peter. You settled back into the comfy interior of the jet, and watched the rain that had just begun to pound at the windows. 


“What do you think of this dress, Y/N?” May held up a very tight and form-fitting red dress, that would probably look amazing on you, but you were too self-conscious. You wrinkled your nose, and May put it back smiling. It was Friday, and you were having a great time, and Peter hadn’t been brought up once.

“So, why haven’t you been coming over lately? What happened between you and Peter?” May asked, trying to act nonchalant. Your heart dropped, and you knew your mind had spoken too soon. You looked at May, who was looking at you. 

“Pete- he didn’t tell you what happened?” You asked slowly, surprised that she didn’t know. Peter would always tell May everything. 

“Oh, he told me alright, but I want to hear your side.” May said, flipping through a few more dresses. She looked up at you suddenly with a gray sweater dress. You shook your head, trying to think of something to say.

“Um, I don’t… Well, I…” May smiled at your stumbling words. “What I mean to say is, I was just bugging Peter, obviously, and I sort of happened to walk in on this thing that Peter-” 

“He made out with Liz.” May said, her eyes shining with mischievous intent.

“Well, uh, yeah,” You said, laughing with wonder at how she knew that. “And, uh, Peter just got really mad, and it sort of spiraled into the big fight, and then…” You stopped talking, your side and cheek aching at the memory of what happened next.

“And then?” May asked, wondering what you were talking about. Peter hadn’t mentioned there was a second part to the fight.

“I-uh, I left.” You said, not thinking you would make it through the rest of the full story without breaking down. May knew you were hiding something, but she knew Peter had obviously really hurt you, in multiple ways. So she dropped the topic. The rest of the afternoon passed without mention of Peter, and May took you out for a shake before she dropped you back off at the Tower. On the way back to the Tower, May and you were talking in the car about a movie that you had been meaning to watch forever. 

“Oh, I bought that movie ages ago! You should come over tomorrow night and watch it!” May offered. Your face lit up with excitement, but then you remembered that Peter would probably be there. May saw your excitement dim as you bit your lip, and her concern about you heightened. “Peter won’t be there, he’s sleeping at Ned’s tomorrow night.” You hesitated, but then decided against your doubts. 

“Okay! As long as Peter won’t be there, I don’t want to press my presence on him.” You said, looking out into the bustling streets of New York. May smiled sadly at you, worried about how much Peter had affected you. Before long, you arrived at the Tower, and you said goodbye to May as you hopped out of the car. You ran up to your room, and fell back on your bed. You were alone, and the band of your anxiety quickly tightened around your chest, making it difficult to breathe. You froze on your bed, trying to get a grasp. These had been happening since the fight, but you used every last drop of your energy, and even dipped into some of your power’s supply to keep yourself looking normal and happy around everyone else. You looked at the wall, and counted to 10, the way Bruce had taught you when he found out you had anxiety and severe stress. The hyperventilating stopped, and the shaking started. These symptoms were the ones caused by stress, and you stood up quickly to stretch and try to relieve the tension. Spots started clouding your vision, and you fell back on your bed, trying not to think about how Peter would’ve helped you if he didn’t hate you.


“Peter, I’m home!” May called as she entered the apartment. Peter was sitting on the couch, his knees pulled up to his chest and his face in his hands, the way he curled up when he was worried about something. 

“Hey, May.” He said, his voice muffled and dejected. She put her bag down, and sat on the other side of the couch. 

“I was out with Y/N today.” She said. Peter’s head popped up at the sound of your name.

“She’s back? How did she look? What did she say? Is she okay? Where did you guys go?” Peter asked, the questions that had been building in his mind for a month came swirling out. May smiled sadly, the same way she had looked at you earlier. 

“She’s, um, she’s physically okay as far as I can tell,” Peter looked down again, knowing that you weren’t physically ‘alright’ thanks to him. May continued on slowly. “Peter, she seems really stressed, like the way she would get when she was younger. I think she was trying to hide it, but her hands and shoulders were shaking, and her lips were raw from biting them so much.” Peter put his face back in his hands, and let out a shaky breath. He had done this to you, and it had all been for Liz Allen. He wished he could go back, to save you from all this. 

“Peter, I’m really worried about Y/N. And you. Neither of you know how to survive without the other, and I know you can fix this. She thinks you hate her.” Peter flinched at the sentence. He felt it was too late. Maybe if he had caught you before you left, it wouldn’t be too late. But it was, and he had stopped trying to contact you a week after you left. He had given up on you, even though you had never given up on him. It killed him, just thinking about it. He got up from the couch without saying another word to his aunt. He walked into his room, and pulled out a paper he had saved from one of your old notebooks. He fell back on his bed with it, and read the note with the swirling hand-writing.

Friends forever, 

Never apart.

Maybe by distance,

But never by heart.

It was on of your favorite little quotes, but you had added something to the old saying.

He may not love me

But I do not care

For wherever he is

My heart will be there.

@miss-nerdalots @143amberrose

Smile and Wave (Peter Parker/Reader)

Peter would do anything to prove himself to Tony Stark, including making up a girlfriend, and that’s where you came in.

Warnings: Mentions of break in and gun violence!

Notes:  i’m sorry if this chapter was slow or if it was really trashy. the story’s moving slowly and ahhhh i’m sorry!! things will pick up soon! ty for reading, guys!! <3

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Part 5: Too Scared

To say that lunch the following day was awkward would be an understatement. You see, Peter, Ned, and you ate lunch together every day, and unfortunately for Ned, lunch was nothing but tense silence today- at least on your behalf. When you joined the two boys at the table, you didn’t smile or say ‘hi’. You didn’t crack jokes and engage in their conversation. You didn’t even touch your food. You just sat and stared at the red, mushy jello on your lunch tray, giving only slight nods of acknowledgement and one-word answers when the boys would address you.

The last thing you wanted to do today was go to school and face Peter. You wanted nothing more than to stay home, binge watch TV shows, and just forget the events of the past few days, but noooooo, your over-achieving ass decided to attend school to avoid make-up work. ‘Stupid, school. Stupid, Peter.

“Oh, (Y/N), here’s your Calculus homework for today, you know, because you’ve been helping me out,” Peter said as he slid the assignment across the table to you. Without making eye contact, you took the papers, tucked them in your binder, and gave Peter a curt nod in appreciation. Silence ensued once more, but Peter remained oblivious to the tension in the air. Ned, however, was very aware of it- poor kid was being suffocated by it.

“Oh my, God!” Ned finally exclaimed after a few more minutes of awkward silence passed, causing you to jump in your seat.

“Jeez, Ned, calm down! What’s wrong?” you asked shakily, still recovering from the sudden shock of Ned’s voice cutting through the quiet.

“Oh my, God, so she can still talk,” Ned sassed. “(Y/N), you’ve been really quiet today. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Ned,” you insisted, biting your bottom lip once you noticed Peter’s concerned eyes on you.

“Sure,” Ned scoffed. “Dude, you haven’t even touched your food, and you’ve just been straight up ignoring us the past fifteen minutes. Did we do something wrong?”

“Ned, seriously, I’m fine,” you repeated, grabbing your lunch tray. “I’m just not feeling well. I think I’m gonna go to the library for the rest of lunch. It’s too loud in here, and I’m getting a headache.”

Without even looking back at your friends, you stood and left the cafeteria as fast as you could. Peter and Ned watched your retreating form, and Ned frowned.

“Did I say something wrong?” Ned asked, feeling ashamed as if it was his fault you’d left mid-lunch.

“No, I’m sure you’re fine, dude,” Peter reassured with a smile. “(Y/N)’s probably just stressed since her parents have been away for so long. I’ll go check up on her. Is it cool if I leave you for the rest of lunch?”

Ned rolled his eyes. “Check up on her? More like you just want some alone time, loverboy.”

Ned smirked and proceeded to tease Peter by pulling exaggerated, kissy faces.

“Ugh, Ned, stop,” Peter huffed and scowled in irritation.

“I’m kidding!” Ned laughed. “It’s cool, man. Go get your girl.”

“Ned!” Peter sighed as he left the table to follow you, and Ned grinned widely.

Once you reached the library, you sat behind a random computer, opened your e-mail, and began clicking through it mindlessly, deleting spam, glancing over promotional deals, just anything to get your mind off Peter.

“You’re lying!” you heard a girl whisper excitedly behind you. “You did not see him!”

“I did! You’re just jealous because Spider-Man didn’t swing by ‘your’ window,” her friend teased.

“Whatever,” the first girl said dismissively. “Wish we knew who’s under that mask though. Dear Lord, he’s so fit. Bet- he’s probably fine as hell.”

‘Yeah, and a total doucheb-’ But your thoughts were cut short when you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, (Y/N), you okay?” you heard Peter’s voice question worriedly from behind you.

“Fine,” you grumbled, closing your e-mail browser and swinging your backpack over your shoulder as you got out of your seat. You shoved your way past Peter and headed for the exit.

“Wait, (Y/N), where are you going?” Peter asked as he followed you out of the library.

“To class.”

“Are you seriously ignoring me? I…I don’t even know what I did wrong!” he cried desperately, and you stopped dead in your tracks, giving Peter time to catch up.

“Of course, you don’t know,” you sneered, turning to look Peter dead in the eyes as you repeated his exact words. “‘A guy like me with a girl like her? Not in a million years.’ Right, Peter? You know…even if we weren’t really together, I…I thought we were at least friends- best friends. How could you say that?”

“Wh-what? No, (Y/N)! I didn’t mean it that way!” Peter panicked, feeling his chest clench as he saw the hurt in your eyes.

“Yeah? Then, what did you mean, Peter? Because I don’t think I misheard anything yesterday.”

“I…I, um…” Peter struggled to find the right words to say. What if he confessed, and you didn’t feel the same way? What if he confessed and made things awkward between you two? Peter’s heart was pounding, and he fiddled with the hem of his sweater. A million thoughts raced through his mind of how this scenario could play out- none of them positive.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you sighed sadly, lips trembling and tears trickling down your face. You rubbed them away hastily as you turned on your heels and left.

‘No, no, no, no, no! Do something!’ a small voice screamed in the back of Peter’s mind as he watched you walk away, but he couldn’t move. He didn’t know what to do. Everything felt horrible, and Peter wanted to puke. His body felt like lead, his feet glued to the ground, his mouth dry. Why couldn’t he move?! Why wasn’t he going after you to apologize?!

‘Move, damn it!’ the voice shrieked desperately, but he couldn’t. He was too scared to.

Sixth period was terrible. A dull ache filled Peter’s chest, and he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder at you, watching as you kept your head down and scribbled Calculus notes furiously. Peter crossed his arms on his desk and buried his head in them; he felt tears prickle in the back of his eyes. It’d been ages since he cried over someone. The last time that happened…well, he had lost his uncle. In that moment, he realized…he couldn’t lose you. Your friendship was everything to him, and he cared about it more than anything in the world- he cared about you more than anything in the world. God, he might even love you, and yet, despite having superpowers that let him stop a bus with his bare hands, Peter couldn’t find the courage to face you. So when sixth period ended, all he could do was watch as you left the classroom without so much as a glance in his direction.

‘Finally’ you mentally groaned as you unlocked the door to your family’s apartment and stepped inside, tossing your backpack aside without a care as to where it landed. It had been a long day, and you were glad to be home. No noisy classmates. No nosy teachers. No Peter. You changed into your favorite pajamas and collapsed on your living room couch, flipping on the TV and browsing through numerous channels to find something to watch.

The couch engulfed you with its warmth, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy with exhaustion. You’d barely gotten any sleep last night what with Peter’s hurtful words playing repeatedly in your mind like a broken record, so soon enough, you were fast asleep, the remote slipping from your hand and the TV droning in the background as you slept.

“Hey, Aunt May,” Peter greeted over the phone. “Just calling to let you know I’m going to be working late tonight. Yeah, the internship’s been going well. Super busy here. Don’t wait up for me. Yes, I’ll make sure I get something to eat. Love you, too. Bye.”

Peter ended the call and began slipping on his suit. He didn’t want to go home and get bombarded with countless questions about you: ‘How’s (Y/N)?’ ‘When are you going to take her out on another date?’ ‘When is she free? We should have her over again!’

Pulling his mask over his face, Peter webbed himself up to the nearest building, hoping something interesting would happen tonight to get his mind off of you.

Loud rattling woke you from your sleep, causing you to jolt upright on the couch. It was dark out now, and you felt your heartbeat speed up as you heard shuffling from your bedroom hallway.

‘Fuck,’ you silently cursed as you remembered that you’d left your cellphone in your room. You were shaking now, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead as you made out the outline of a large, burly man approaching you. You wanted to scream, to run for the door, but you were frozen with fear. Panic washed over you as you felt cold, hard metal press against your temple.

“One sound out of you, and I shoot,” you heard your intruder’s raspy voice threaten.

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A/N - AU world inspired by the TV show Sons of Anarchy. I will be using some characters from the actual show in this and future chapters. Everything is told from Katya’s POV.

T/W - bad language, horrible pick up lines, probably grammar mistakes, mentions of drugs.

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Headlines pt.II

part 1

length: 2069

genre: a mix; rapper jimin au

a/n: so I have an idea for where I want the story and like relationship between the reader and Jimin to go…not sure if it will like be an actual relationship or just a friendship, but that’s why there starts to be a slight change in Jimin, just an fyi

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Deconstructing STPD: Ideas of Reference

Ideas of reference (you are here)

Odd beliefs

Odd perceptual experiences

Odd thinking/speech


Inappropriate/Constricted Affect

Odd behavior/Appearance

Lack of close friends + Extreme social anxiety

The first symptom listed for STPD in the dsm-5 is Ideas of Reference. I’ve seen a lot of misconceptions surrounding that symptom, with definitions and examples ranging from ‘very vague’ to ‘super precise’. A quick Google search doesn’t help much, either.

The most common definition is that ideas of reference are when you relate things to yourself when they shouldn’t be related to you at all.

Now, that’s true–it’s the examples that are more shady. STPD is rarely a topic of discussion in the psychologist community–the lack of resources is proof of that. Likewise, the explanation of the symptoms isn’t always the best.

Like all symptoms of any mental illness, ideas of reference run on a spectrum. And, a lot of the time, only the extreme end of the spectrum is represented.

So, on a scale of one to ten, ideas of reference would go like this:

1: occasionally thinking people are looking at you strangely, focusing on coincidences more than you should, but overall, functioning normally in social situations and not letting it bother you.

5: more often than not, you think people are laughing at you in public for no reason, but you tell yourself it’s okay–sometimes, coincidences (especially in the media) catch your attention, and you DEFINITELY focus on them more than you should. It impacts your social functioning a bit, but not seriously–you can ignore it if you try hard enough.

10: social situations are a nightmare. You can’t stop focusing on the people you’re almost 100% convinced are laughing at you–coincidences are more than just coincidences at this point, much more, and your thoughts drift to the ones you notice often. You don’t like to hang out with friends often, especially in large crowds.

As you can see, there’s a pretty big gap between 1 and 10. Personally, I stay around a 5-7 on most days, but particularly stressful times can raise me to an 8 or even 9.

On most websites, they focus on the extreme side–9 and 10. Those are pretty extreme examples! That kind of idea of reference usually only shows up in pretty serious cases of STPD.

A lot of people have ideas of reference, even when they don’t have STPD–those with social anxiety and even BPD might experience them.

The difference, however, is that ideas of reference in STPD mostly inflict feelings of PARANOIA rather than ANXIETY, EMBARASSMENT, or SHAME. You might even experience a change in emotions–feeling sad, worthless, even angry–if you have BPD.

Neurotypical individuals might have ideas of reference, but they usually stay from a 1-3 range. Any more severe might suggest a mental issue, but not necessarily–if it’s the only symptom you experience, it’s worth getting checked out, but you don’t automatically have a mental disorder.

TLDR; If you hear people talking and think it’s about you, or read internet stories and think they might have been written about you, you most likely have ideas of references. Just because you don’t immediately see yourself in billboards doesn’t mean you don’t. And having ideas of reference doesn’t necessarily mean you have STPD, or any mental health issue, for that matter.

Hope that helps :)

Cheater - Personalised

Request: Hi my name is Jodie and I was wondering if you could write Shawn imagine where he’s very distant and cautious around you and you confront him and find out he cheated? So then he breaks down sobbing and apologizing and you stay with him cuz he seems like he’s sorry and you just hold him? Thanks

My lovely Jodie, I hope this will give you the feels i got while writing this! I listened to I hate this part by The PussyCat Dolls. It inspired the whole thing all the way down to the snow!

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Originally posted by huzursuzhayaller

Over the past few days Shawn has been acting quite strange. He always seems to be conveniently busy when ever I want to go out with him and it is worse when he is at home. I decided to give him some space as I thought something went wrong with work or family and because I don’t officially live with him but I do spend majority of my time at his I even decided to stay over less and when I do stay over thought it was best if I sleep in the spare room.

Okay, so it sounds like I’m exaggerating but we all know how caring and kind and soft Shawn is right? Not now. He doesn’t want to cuddle in bed, barely looks me in the eye and when he rolls over and I try to spoon him he shrugs me off. I started to feel like I was too needy, I couldn’t sleep that night so I moved into the spare room and he some how seems contempt with that.

Today it is snowing lightly and one of our favourite things to do are walk through the parks as it snows. My suggestion fell short but begrudgingly he took. He didn’t want to leave at all and was on his phone the whole time. 

Though the park, I had enough of his sour mood so I walked a head of him as I enjoyed the lovely Canadian weather. It always pleased me how the trees caught the snow, while the snow softly fell around benches and fountains. It made me some what forget about Shawn.

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민혁 : 할말 있어서 왔어.
봉순 : 내일 회사에서 하시면 되잖아요.

민혁 : 지금 해야겠어. 내가.. 좀 아파.
봉순 : 아니 그러니까 제가 약 잘 챙겨드시라고 했잖아요! 진짜 경찰말도 무시하고 이제는 뭐 의사말도 무시해…
민혁 : 그게 아니야… 여기가 아파. 너…그 짝사랑 빨리 끝내. 내가 너…아무래도 좋아하는 것 같다.

MH : I came because I have something to say.
BS : You can just tell me tomorrow at work.
MH : I have to tell you now. I…am sick.
BS : That’s why I told you to take some medicine. Seriously you ignore the police’s words and now you even ignore the doctor’s words.
MH : That’s not it…It hurts here. You..hurry and end that one sided love…it seems that I like you.

Dealing with family after No Contact

I wanted to put this out there because, it is a lesson I have learnt the hard way. 

When you go NC with a parent, you may find yourself with a barrage of “concerned” family members wanting to fix this issue for the sake of all involved.. or simply wanting to fix this issue for the sake of relieving the pressure the abusive narcissist is now putting on them. 

As discussed in previous posts, Your abusive narcissist has done a lot of work to undermine you with the family in order to hide their abuse and justify their bad relationship with you. Other family members may have already learned not to take you seriously, to ignore the abuse and may even be abusing you themselves having learned it makes them feel better about their own lives. 

Your abusive parent is also using this to get supply. They are enjoying the pity, enjoying the attention, and will milk it for all it is worth which will cause endless problems within the wider family. 

They may be lashing out and hurting others.. or that is how the wider family will choose to view it. They will be putting the blame on your shoulders for that because the abusive narcissist has been horribly hurt by you. Of course, we know that is not the case. 

Remember that you are under no obligation to discuss this with anyone. 

This can however, be extremely difficult. When these people contact you it can feel like an attack on your fundamental self. The self who is desperately trying to move on and heal from a lifetime of abuse. The urge to defend yourself can often become too much. 

Do not tell stories. 

It is very easy to try and give examples. Many stories may come to mind of specific times the abusive narcissist let you down. You know how much that hurt you but, the people who come to erode your defenses will not see it that way. They will not take these stories as small pieces of a much larger puzzle, they will pick these events apart. You may be told how your abuser was feeling, or how you misunderstood, or how you are exaggerating the issue even though they were not there. You may even find that, these “Flying Monkeys” will come back to you after hearing your abusers side of that same story and try to tell you the truth. Abusive narcissists are fantastic liars and you just won’t win. 

Stick to the basics. 

How do you feel?

Lied to?

Use descriptive words. Keep it general. Explain how you feel and how hard you have tried to improve the relationship. Explain how the abusive parent has dismissed you and your feelings and how much that hurt you. Explain how your life has improved since you walked away and how you need it to stay that way.

You can tell them what you need to move forward.

You can say that you need your abusive parent to take responsibility for all the times they have hurt you, apologise and make an effort to change.. but, and this is a big BUT, they have to acknowledge what it is they were doing that was wrong. This will never happen. Not in plain terms without a fauxpology and effort at gaslighting and an attempt to turn it around on you. 

You can set boundaries with this person and say that you simply do not feel comfortable discussing this further and you hope it will not affect your relationship. 

If the language they use is in any way abusive, you can remove yourself from the conversation and implement NC with them.

Remember how strong you are. 

Remember the truth. 

Trust your instincts.