#when i complained my mom was like ''damn! that hearing!'' or somthing like that

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[xxew-pineapplezxx]

Argument with BTS before going on tour (Maknae Line)

Jimin

“You should be alive!” You sang the lyrics to Promise, all types of wrong while you helped Jimin pack his things. You did a little shimmy moving to the side while folding a shirt. It’s been about two hours of you washing clothes and packing them away for him, what could be wrong?

The fact that he wasn’t there helping you pack his shit!

You heard the door open and close but didn’t bother to go look. The only person who should be getting into your shared unit was Jimin himself.

You were too busy paying attention to what you were doing you jumped when your name was shouted out by his booming voice.

Just as if it was on cue, he stormed into the room and threw a shirt at you. This look of disgust written all over his face. And you honestly didn’t know why.

“What happened?” You asked him looking at the shirt before your mouth went wide. The shirt looked like it could fit a new born baby. And it just happened to be the shirt one of the guys got him for his birthday.

“Very expensive, but very cheaply made…” You mumbled before looking over at him. “I’m so-”

“Oh save that shit for yourself!” He yelled walking over and snatching the shirt out of your hands. “You honestly had one fucking job and you can’t even do this right! I have to go on tour and this is what you do? You ruin something that means a lot to me!”

“It’s just a shirt babe… You can replace it!” You said defensively.

“‘Yeah, I can replace you too!” He snapped giving you a look you’ve never seen since being with him for the last few years.

You couldn’t help but feel small by the way he was acting toward. You reached for the shirt and he snatched it away from your grasp.

“Let me see if I can fix it…” You said trying to grab it once more. Though how he was treating you hurt, you were trying to not let it bring you down. He left tomorrow for tour and you wanted to just be near him as long as possible.

“I don’t want your help anymore.” He spat walking past you and bumping your arm pretty hard in the process. “Why don’t you do yourself a favor and just leave? You’re useless and just a waste of space.”

You slightly gasped at his words. It hurt to hear him talk to you like that when all you were trying to do was help. Your hurt quickly turned into anger.

“You know what you prick!” You shouted grabbing his arm so that he could look right at you.” Unlike you, I’ve been here going at this packing crap since I got off of work at 3 pm. Something I also did so that I could get here and help you pack!”

His look went from anger to guilt as the realization hit. “Y/n I-”

“Like honestly, Jimin. I’ve been slaving over this stupid suitcase trying to make sure everything you needed was in there like I’m your motherfucking mom! And what did you do? Nothing! You were out with friends and I allowed you to go because I thought it would be great to see them before leaving. You come back and be an ungrateful dick!” You grabbed the suitcase and started throwing the clean clothes on the floor.

“Pack your own shit, Bitch” You said then left the room leaving Jimin there feeling a bunch of different ways.

Taehyung

Tae and you sat in the airport while you waited for his flight. From the outside looking in, you just looked like one of the staff, but everyone else knew you were Tae’s girlfriend. And though you knew the reason why it was being kept quiet, you really just wanted to hug and kiss on your boyfriend for the final time until the tour was over.

You grabbed his hand lacing your fingers together. “Tae, love, are you excited about the tour?” You asked him but he ignores you, pulling his hand away from your own. Instead he waves and smiles at the fans that stood a few yards away.

You rolled your eyes then made him look at you. “You think they would let us go somewhere to talk and be actually comfortable?” You wondered.

“I feel fine. “He said shortly then looked back at the fans and started smiling again. You stood up and moved in front of him.

“Tae I really want to spend a little more time with you before you leave.” You pointed out but he only scoffed.

“I’m spending time with the fans who made me who I am today. Why don’t you just sit down and be quiet like the good little girlfriend I know you can be, okay?”

You looked at him shocked on how he was talking to you. Before you could stop yourself you raised your hand and slapped him.

The sound seemed to echo the whole airport as Tae stood up looking down at you in shock. He grabbed you arm and pulled you away from everyone just as the guards were approaching.

He led you to an empty hallway and pushes you against the wall looking you in the eyes as if you were crazy. Or maybe he being the crazy one.

“How dare you slap me?” He yelled which only echoed the whole hallway. You looked at him, pretty shocked yourself that you allowed yourself to even get that far.

You raised your hand to touch him but he slapped you had away.

“You really think I want you touching me after you did that?” He snapped and all you could do was shake your head. “You know how embarrassing that is? How the fans are going to destroy you just because you are being fucking reckless!” This time he screamed and his voice only made you jump.“Why don’t you do me the biggest favor and go home?”

You looked at him then shrugged. “ Fine, I’ll leave” You snapped back then started walking away.

“Wait, Y/n I didn’t mean it please ju-”

“Just be a good little girlfriend and stay quiet? Sure, your majesty” You bowed before flipping him off then walking away from him. You went and grabbed you purse before quickly heading for the exit, not looking back at Taehyung called for you.

Jungkook

“Y/n!” Jungkook screamed at the top of his lungs. Probably not the best thing to do since he is about to start tour, but his choice! You stood there hand over mouth at the mistake you just made aka broke his gaming system.

He stood looking at you, anger written all over his face which made you step back slightly.

“Kookie, it was an accident…” You said, voice fragile scared that if any higher or stronger he would go off. You were completely wrong.

“Bullshit!” He yelled throwing the remote to the couch. “ You always nag and complain about me never paying attention to you and always being on the game. You knew damn well what you were doing!”

“I honestly didn’t!” You said trying to defend yourself. The look he gave you was one that could scare birds away. The guy standing in front of you, unrecognizable.

“You really just like pushing my buttons, huh?” Kook asked stepping closer. “Why don’t you just stay in the kitchen where you belong or even in the laundry room. Just stay away from where my shit is, understood?”

“Your shit?” You questioned before you began to laugh, the once soft tone now gone and turned into a stern one. “ Last time I checked, asshole,I bought that fucking thing for you! The TV is mine because I had it at my apartment. If you want to claim somthing, claim your fucking dick and your damn laptop, but last time I checked, most of this shit is mine!”

You stood tall and confident while looking at him. He looked at you, burning a hole in your head with his glare. You have the same looked before grabbing the system and heading for the trash. It was broken anyways so why leave it.

Jungkook tried to grab it from you but you wouldn’t let it go.

“Stop being childish!” He exclaimed which only made you turn and look at im.

“Childish?” You asked then nodded.”I’ll show you childish.”

You walked to the balcony and opened up the door. Without a second thought you threw the system out the window then grabbed the remotes and did the same.

Jungkook stood there just watching. H could’ve got the data off of it somehow, but now? It was destroyed. He looked at you actually hurt by what you did, both of you with high emotions.

“I’ll go stay with they Hyungs.” He mumbled not really knowing what else to do.

“Bye!” Was all you said before heading to your shared bedroom and slamming the door shut, locking it right after. Your back found the door and you began to cry. Here it goes for a great night.

Good thing his stuff was already packed and by the door to leave early in the morning. He wasn’t getting in that room anytime soon.

[jizemderler]

I am Spiderman -Tom Holland

A/N: I kind of got carried away, this is totally what my father did when I was little and asked him a question! FLUUUUUUFF and stuff

Enjoy!

You were sitting on the couch, Toms arm wrapped around you and you were watching a movie. He placed a kiss on your temple every now and then and you went up and down his thigh with your fingertips.

“If you keep doing that we’ll have to take this into the bedroom, darling.”, he said into your ear his voice muffled because of your hair. You looked up woth a smirk to say something when you got interrupted.

“Mom? Dad!”

“Livingroom honey!”, you yelled back and a couple seconds later your ten yesr old daughter was standing infront of you. “I’ve got this homework. Could you help me out?”, she asked sitting down on the carpet and placing her exercise book on the coffeetable. “Of course. What is it?”, Tom asked and looked over her shoulder.

“So there are questions I have to answer and some of them are about my parents. So how did you guys meet?”, she asked and took her pen ready to write her sentence.

“Well.”, Tom started and you closed your mouth leaving him to tell her. “It was around the time where I started shooting spiderman…”

*** Flashback***

Friday - 6:55

Every morning started the same. Exact same time. You took your keys, shoulderd your bag and closed the door behind you, leaving your parents house. A black car drove down the street while you took off to the bus stop where you hopped on the bus 207. Your ride lasting 12 minutes, you were down town at 7:07. It took you about 15 minutes to walk to the café where you were working. So you walked into the Hots'n Buns at 7:22, making the bell above the door ring painfully loud. Right about then Mrs.Walker walked by you like every morning. She had grey puffy hair, was about 4"11 and had round glasses on her nose. “Morning me lady.”, you greeted her and tapped your imaginery hat and she smile back at you. “Right about time.”, she joked and you chuckled. “7:22. As always Mrs.Walker.”, you said walking past her into the kitchen. You entered the kitchen at 7:25 and took your cooking apron off the hook and put it on. “Hiya.”, Maddy greeted you while hanging her own apron back. “What’s up? Something new?”, you asked and she shrugged. “No newbies. Suit-Man two coffees. Perl-lady 5 buns. Mrs. Walker two Baguettes…”, she said and took a deep breath.

“And hoodie-boy two croissants and one large black coffee.”, you both said simultanously and grinned at each other.

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”, she said and I nodded.

“7:25 you know it!”, I yelled because she was already going out the door.

At exactly 7:30 you were standing at the counter ready to take in the orders. You were known by the staff and the customers for your punctuality. It was just a thing that you tried to keep up. For no exact reason but it was fun. Exactly 8 hours later you hung your apron back and took your stuff to get out of the Café.

***

You didn’t know if you got jinxed or something because the next morning you woke up late. Only 10 minutes but very important 10 minutes. Meaning: You’d be late. You didn’t get to have breakfast, you missed your bus and had to take 305 to get to town. It was already 7:17 when you got down town and it was 7:32 when the bell above the door rang. Was it more annoying this morning or was it just your nerves? You did not get to meet Mrs.Walker with her two baguettes and her genuine smile. Which was bad enough. So it was 7:35 when you entered the kitchen where Maddy was waiting with her hands on her hips. You shot her a glare and she threw her hands in the air.

“Don’t say nothin’”, you said obviously pissed off and she shook her head.

“You held it up for three years. That’s somthing.”, she said and you shot her another glare.

“I’m not sayin’ nothin’.”, she defended herself and added,“It’s only 10 minutes. Everybody comes 10 minutes late.”

“Not me.”, you growled and pushed the door open to the counter. You wrote Jessica that she could come 10 minutes later because you would stay in ten minutes longer. No one expected that from you but it was your punishment for yourself. Not that you needed it.

Because everything went wrong that day. Only because of 10 damn minutes. Three people complained about their coffee which you couldn’t understand. And then while making coffee for them again the coffee machine went off on you. It just did nothing. So no coffee for already annoyed customers. One woman didn’t pay enough. You saw it, she ran away, you had to pay the rest because you wanted to keep the job. Otherwise your manager would flip his shit. And last but not least: A tiny human being, also called child, decided to drop his cup right before you walked by their table and you slipped on his drink, landing directly in the puddle of ice-tea.

It was after 15:30. Normally you would be gone just now but not today. The lunch rush was over and it was quiet in the Café so you took your chance to repair the coffee machine. You didn’t know how long you worked on it but as soon as you made it work the bell rang. Your back was faced to the room so you didn’t know who came in. “Yes!”, you said triumphantly to yourself and threw your fist into the air. “Hello there. Same as always, please.”, you heared someone say to you with an english accent and you turned around to look at him. “Huh.”, you said and put your hands on your hips. There he was. A young man, probably as old as you, in a black hoodie. He had the kindest brown eyes you’ve had ever seen and it made you smile. “I-I’m sorry, what?”, you asked after he raised a brow and smiled back.

“Oh sorry. I thought you were Jessica!”, he said and shook his head apologetically. Why on earth did he know Jessica? No offense. “What?”, you asked again and facepalmed yourself in your mind for sounding so dumb. “Sorry, you must be new here. I’ve never seen you here before. I’ll have a Latté and a Brownie please.”, he ordered again and smiled but you didn’t think of moving and raised a brow at him.

“No I’m quite old. You probably come in here for the first time.”, you suggested and put the Brownie into a paperbag. “Actually I’ve been coming here for the last year everyday.”, he said with a grin.

“Name?”, you asked with a small grin on your lips as you took a cup and a pen to write his name.

“Tom.”

“Well Tom. I’ve been working here for three years and I’ve never seen you around.”, you said while writing his name.

“What a shame.”, he teased you and you looked up immediatly to see him smirk.

“Which means you always came in too late. After I ended my shift.”, you said and put the cup into the coffee machine.

“Naaah. I’ve been coming in everyday exactly at 15:36. Punctuality thing of mine.”, he said and you looked at him over your shoulder. It hit you right then that you always missed this cutie for a year because you always left at exactly 15:30. Everyday.

“Well it’s your lucky day then. Cause I came in late today and thus I had to work longer.”, you explained and took the coffee off the machine. “You’re welcome.”, I smiled at him putting the coffee down on the counter. “Thank you.”, he chuckled and took the coffee into his other hand. He looked at you for a longer time and then shook his head lightly still smiling.

“Alright. I gotta go.”, he said and you nodded. “Off you go.”, you said and smiled back. “See ya.”, he said and turned his back on you and walked towards the door. “If you come in earlier, maybe.”, you called after him and you were sure that you heared him laugh. You checked the time when he went out the door. 15:40. That was your call. You went into the kitchen and changed shifts with Jessica who came in earlier. “Did you see Tom? What a babe am I right? I’ve been trying to get his number for a year now. Do you think he noticed?”, she asked you while you were hanging your apron back on the hook. “We’ve had a chat. But not about you, sorry.”, you said and shrugged. While you walked out of the kitchen with your normal clothes on, Jessica walked to the counter. Right about then you bumped into a chest because you were checking your phone.

“Sorry.”, you both apologized at the same time. Realising the voice your head shot up and you looked into those beutiful brown eyes. “Hey.”, he smiled.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing here? Problem with the coffee? People been complaining all day. Thought I fixed the darn thing.”, you said and looked at his cup of coffee.

“No! No. I just…forgot the sugar. And, you know…”, he said and I shook my head.

“I actually don’t know. Are we out of sugar? Are you gonna complain about that? Look man,my shift is over. You can give your compl…”, you started but he cut you off.

“No! No complaint. Jesus. What happened today?”, he laughed and you huffed in relieve. “A lot.”, you chuckled.

“So I actually came back cause…I felt dumb. For not asking for your name.”, he said insecurely and you laughed out loud. He looked taken aback for a sec and you gathered yourself together immediatly.

“You came back for that?”

“Yeah?”, he said now unsure.

“Why don’t you call the number I wrote on the cup, Sugar.”, you said and pointed at his cup. “Wha-…ohmygod.”, he blurted out and sighed. His cheeks blushed and I chuckled. You looked down and saw just then his weird looking red boots. “Hey! What’s up with those?”, you asked and pointed at his feet. His head shot up immediatly and he looked horrofied. “I gotta go! Sorry, I’ll call to ask for your name!”, he called while running out of the café.

“Y/N!”, you yelled after him, not reslly sure if he heared it or not.

***Now***

“So…you guys met in a café?”, your daughter said after Tom finished his detailled story and his mouth dropped which made you laugh. “Yes sweetie.”, you answered for him and watched how she wrote down ‘They met in s café’.

“Isn’t that a little minimalist of you to…”, Tom started with an offended look on his face but you cut him off.

“You’re doing great Rose. Anything else?”, you chuckled but she shook her head, so her brown locks bounced up and down. “Go finish your homework then. We’ll go out for dinner later.”, you told her and she got excited.

“Can we get McDonalds?!”, she exclaimed and raised her hands. “It’s Daddys turn to decide.”, you said and looked over to Tom who was still shocked. “And…he will tell you after you finish your homework.”, you added after seeing that he wouldn’t answer. She took off with her book and you shook your head still laughing.

“We met in café…We met in a CAFÉ?”, he sighed after she was gone and you let yourself fall onto your back and held your belly laughing. “That’s what she got? I’m gonna have to have a talk with her.”, he said and you playfully hit his shoulder. “Shut up!”, you said and he looked at you. “What are you laughing at?”, he said with raised brows.

“She asked you how we met. Not our whole dating life.”, you teased him and sat back up. “I didn’t tell her about what we did at our second date.”, he teased you back and you raised a brow. “I can’t quite recall that?”

“I’ll show you, Sugar.”, he said and leaned in to kiss you. You placed your hands on his neck and pulled him closer. He put his hands on your waist and let his fingers gently slide under your shirt.

“I’m done! Ew gross!” The voice of your daughter made you jump apart. You looked at eachother in disbelief and Tom broke the silence. “Daddy wanted to show you what Mommy and…”, he started but you muffled his voice by pressing your hand on his mouth. “Tom!”, you said in disbelief and looked up at your daughter. “Go get your coat Rose. We’ll be there in a sec.”, you told her and she took off again.

“You’re unbelievable.”, you said and took your hand off his mouth.

“I am Spiderman.”, he smirked.