baby your face is a crime

Idk why people always portray Alfred as such a righteous and selfless guy like guys I need a fic where he is willing to sell out his friends just because someone gave him a shit load of money. I NEED A FIC WHERE AT FIRST HE SEEM LIKE SUCH A GOOD GUY BUT THEM THIS HANDSOME BUT VERY BAD PERSON COMES UP AND SEDUCES HIM and not with his good looks but WITH MONEY

“She’s too good for you” - Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary : You finally meet your boyfriend’s family. 

Just a short little thing I wanted to write about the eldest of the batkids…Hope you’ll like it :s.

(My masterlist blog here :


You were watching TV, on your own, in your tiny apartment when it all happened. 

A knock on your door, and then said door opening. You didn’t worry, you knew who it was.

-(Y/N), how many times will I have to tell you that you need to lock your door ? Gotham is a dangerous city…

You turned around, kneeling up on your couch, to look at him. Richard Grayson was facing you. Your boyfriend. You smiled with defiance.

-You know Richie, if someone really wanted to get in my house, the lock wouldn’t do anything. They can just bust the door open with one kick. It’s a very shitty door, in a very shitty complex apartment. No one will ever even think anything valuable is in there. And they’d be right. 

-I beg to disagree, there’s one very valuable thing in this apartment…

You raised your eyebrows. Even your TV was like a hundred years old, and totally worthless. He walked toward you, stopping behind your couch to kiss you. You kissed back eagerly, tangling your hand in his hair, and he pulled back with a low chuckle. Oh you loved his laugh so much. It was damn sexy. 

-You. I’m talking about you (Y/N). 

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Gavin Introduces His Boyfriend

So what if FAHC jack and Geoff have been together and married since their 20s. They adopted a son (Gavin) before they even started the crew.

Gavin grew up with two loving and intimidating dads, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

But imagine the shock on their faces as 20 year old Gavin comes home with a 28 year old vagabond (including mask and all). Geoff and Jack were taken back but managed to gather themselves and put on the intimidation factor because ‘fuck you. We are crime bosses and your dating our baby’.

The family eventually sat for dinner and eventually the vagabond took off his mask and introduced himself as Ryan. Geoff and Jack knew Gavin had a boyfriend for quite some time but never expected it to be THE Vagabond.

But throughout dinner, although the horrific rumors, Ryan used his southern charm and the Dads actually started to like him. He was polite and seemed to love Gavin and that’s all the dads could ask for.

Dinner was great. Well it was, until Gavin asked,

“Daddy, can you pass the salt?”

Both Ryan and Geoff made a reach for the salt.

Everyone stilled and horrified eyes connected.

“Get out.” Geoff demanded after realizing what just happened. He was pissed and what made him angrier was to the left of him, his husband just started laughing until he cried and started wheezing out, “Just like his dad.“

Family Dinner

Originally posted by septimvsmalfoy

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “43 – Zach Dempsey”


43. “I didn’t bring you here to tease me.”

Word count: 1.339

Posted: 25th of May 2017

A/N: Another Zach imagine, but I excuse myself if you find some grammar errors. It’s 01:12 and I am so sleepy. I wanted to post something and I read the imagine to correct it, but my eyes are closing by themselves. Sorry!
Anyways, I am listening to Miles’ podcast while I was writing this, until now, and I am really enjoying it. His voice is angelic and I love him so freaking much, aw. Boyfriend backstories, though. I really need Miles and I need him to be more active in social medias. Ah, the feels.
Last thing: I hope you enjoy the imagine, although I think that it’s boring, but enjoy! Thank you, guys!

P.S.: I am not accepting any part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt List

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.

“Dinner is almost ready, guys!” Karen, your boyfriend’s mum, shouted from the kitchen as she prepared some delicious food for you and the family. You wanted to help her, also as a token of your gratitude, but she declined your offer. It bothered you, but she insisted that you were a guest and guests usually shouldn’t do anything when they were welcomed in the Dempsey’s residence.

“Alright, mum!” Zach answered happily and relieved because his stomach was already growling loudly for hunger. You told him to eat a snack before going home but he didn’t listen to you, being the hard-headed guy that he was.

You both got up from the couch and you made your way to the dining room. The table was well-set, cutleries and glasses at their right places, and his sister, May, was already sitting on her usual place. You wandered your eyes around the room and you noticed that his mum really prepared too much for the dinner. She cleaned every angle of the room and the floor was brightly shining.

“Love birds!” May exclaimed to tease her brother. Zach was a reserved person when it came to his family. He didn’t keep secrets from his mother, but he was shy and quiet type of guy with them. He never showed them his naughtiness, that would come out only when he was with you alone, at school or in bed, obviously. He didn’t like divulging information about his relationship status in front of his family, mostly with his mother’s presence. “How was your cuddling session going there?”

“May!” Zach approached and he rolled his eyes. You softly giggled for your boyfriend’s actions and red-tinted face. He was obviously embarrassed and, luckily, his mother was too concentrated on what she was doing.

“What?” His sister looked at the two of you as you sat on your respective places and her eyeballs swung back and forth between you and Zach. She was observing your actions and you couldn’t deny that she was a good observer. She had the capacity to observe and to reflect, to remember and to picture the happenings. “It was just an innocent question.”

“Innocent? Right.” Zach huffed and glared at you as soon as he heard your soft laugh. “You are way too young to know these things, May.” And, that time, you knew that he was being overprotective and cosseting brother. He has always been and you found it sweet and cute.

“Zach, she’s not two anymore. She hears things like these in middle school. Do you know that?” You defended May against his brother and she nodded her head to confirm your statements, totally agreeing with you. You caressed your vexed boyfriend’s hand to calm him, letting him know that you weren’t against him, but you were just stating a fact.

“(Y/N) is right, Zach! You’ve been a Middle School student too, you should know what’s going on in those halls and classrooms.” May supported your opinion and you both laughed as you saw Zach rolling his eyes and you heard him huffing, defenceless.

“Stop the blabbering now, the food is ready.”  His mother blurted out as she stood in front of the dining table with a bowl in her hands.  

She attentively put the bowl in the middle of the table, trying not to spill the food. Zach helped her to get the remaining food from the kitchen counter. After all, he was a great, responsible and educated son. His mother grew him well and you would never stop thanking her for raising a civilized and knowledgeable son like Zach.

You then started to eat, doing his family’s daily routines before every meal. You wanted to respect his family, of course. Your parents raised you well and they somehow taught you some good manners.

“So, what were you talking about?” Zach’s mother asked as you chewed your food thoroughly, avoiding the annoying sound that you could possibly have made by chewing.

“Nothing, Mum!” Zach blushed as panic wrapped his body. He was embarrassed and he surely didn’t want to let her know what the chitchatting before was all about.

“Oh, it was about how cute they were when cuddling and Zach was just bewildered.” May nonchalantly responded as she fiddled with the fork on her hand.

“My little baby is still embarrassed when it came to talking about his relationship status.” His mum cheekily teased Zach and he pouted as if he was showing how offended he was.

“Mum!” He approached and you just laughed because of his reaction.

“Zach, I’m sure that they are happy that you have someone with you. There’s no need to be shy, they are part of your family.” You stated and you earned some nods and smiles from May and Karen.

“She’s incredibly right!” May agreed and you smiled back at her. She’s always declared that she liked you for Zach and that she was jubilant because his brother found someone who really knew how to make him contented of his life.

“Zach, honey, it doesn’t bother me at all and you know that you can always talk to me, right?” His mum assured him and he just nodded, realizing that you were right.

“You are absolutely right again, my princess.” Zach said as he rolled his eyes. He couldn’t swallow that only right things came out from your mouth. “Strangely.”

“It’s not my fault if I think before I speak, love.” You pointed it out playfully. You heard his family laughing and Zach shook his head in disbelief. He was satisfied that you had your confidence with your family, but he regretted it as you formed a group against him.

“She really knows you, Zach!” May stated proudly. Zach nodded his head, finally giving up. “That’s why I like her.”

“You like her because you have a partner in crime when it came to me, you had a partner when it came to vexing and teasing me.” Zach sarcastically pointed out. “And, you, Ms. (Y/L/N),”

“Me?” You pointed yourself with your index finger and an eyebrow raised. You were confused, but seeing Zach a little bit miffed made you laugh and contented.

“Yes, baby.” Zach’s face became serious. “I didn’t bring you here to tease me.” He then gave you a playful and wide smile as he poked your sides, trying to find your ticklish part of the body.

“Oh,” His mum exclaimed. “we love her presence also for that reason, son.” She stated and a loud laugh was heard in the dining room. You caught Zach’s index finger and you held it as you stopped him from his devilish plan.

“Sure, you do!” Sarcasm was heard from Zach’s voice and he exasperatedly sighed. He finally gave up as he knew that he could never win against the most important girls in his life. He just loved you so much that he couldn’t really get angry of your actions.

“Sorry, not sorry!” His mum and May said simultaneously, making you and Zach laugh out loud. Zach finally let himself in and decided to have a little bit of fun.

You loved Zach and his family because of its bond and craziness. The members of his family were adorable and you wanted to thank them for accepting you for who you were.

You were grateful, because the Dempsey family is your second home and you couldn’t help but be enthusiastic by thought of it. They considered you as a part of their family and you would always be invited in their family dinners because they liked you, nevertheless your boyfriend would punish you for being an annoying teaser and girlfriend.

It didn’t matter to you though because he loved you so much and he would always do, just at the same frequency as your manner to vex or to tease him with his family. He was a playful jerk and idiot, but Zach was Zach and he would always accept you and love you. He would always do, no more and no less.

Rescuer | Baby Driver Imagine


Requested: yes, thank you, @rory-is-in-ravenclaw , I hope you like this!!

Rating: PG-13, physical abuse bc YN gets held for ransom by Baby’s team, a lot of fluff and some lawbreaking (I mean it’s a Baby Driver fic so there had to be) also some cursing!!

Summary: Baby wakes up without you in his bed and knows something is wrong, he will do anything to make it right.
(Or the one where Doc sends the team to kidnap you so rope Baby back in).

You had woken up with a hand over your mouth, more specifically a hand with a cloth in it. You hadn’t stayed awake long enough to thrash around and resist like your instincts told you to do.

Baby, however, had woken up in the same bed several hours later. He reached for you without opening his eyes but his hand hit the mattress flatly. Your side of the bed was cold. This had forced him to open his eyes quickly, looking around for you in your shared bedroom. He called your name but all he got back was deafening silence pierced by the screeching of his tinnitus that never left him. He slipped in an earbud and checked his phone for texts from you, a note- anything, he searched around the house in every room where he thought you could possibly be, a sense of dread and panic swimming up from his stomach to his heart. His head swirled partly because of how tired he felt, and possibly because of how worried he was that you had left without a trace.

Baby tried to think of all the possibilities: you and him hadn’t fought in a long time, and all of your things were here, every single thing was where it was supposed to be, so you hadn’t left him without saying goodbye.

The door was unlocked. Baby knew that you made it a priority to make sure to lock your doors, especially at night. You never forgot, ever. And you would have locked the door behind you if you had gone out of the house in your right mind.

Maybe this was some sick prank- Baby kept hoping that you would jump out from behind a corner he had somehow missed looking in before. He knew you hadn’t gone on a run, or went out for food, you would have texted him to let him know first to avoid the feeling of overwhelming concern he felt now.

Baby circled back around to the bedroom and ran a hand through his hair, checking his phone one more time and trying to text and call your contact before throwing it down on the bed. It felt useless now that he couldn’t talk to you on it.

For the first time, Baby noticed that your phone was still sat on your bedside table- on silent, as you always kept it that way when the two of you were sleeping. Baby’s eyes widened as he processed what he was seeing: “oh shit.”

The picked up your phone, the plastic and metal cold on his hands, clearly nobody had touched it in a long time.

He set it back down before pacing back and forth throughout the room, his brain tricking him every so often into thinking that he heard your voice or that the door had been unlocked and pushed open, he knew it wasn’t real and that something was seriously wrong. It wasn’t like you to just leave, and it definitely wasn’t like you to leave your phone by your bed.

Then his burner phone began to ring from inside the drawer if the bedside table on Baby’s side of the bed. It hadn’t rung in weeks, or at least Baby hadn’t answered it in weeks. Baby had made it clear that he was done with Doc and the life of crime that he had been forced to live for so long.

This time though, he picked up the phone and answered without hesitation. His mind was already starting to put the pieces together that Doc, or somebody from the team, was behind this situation.
“Hello?” Baby spoke as soon as the line connected.

“Well, it’s nice to hear your voice again, Baby! It’s been a while, weeks, even.” Doc sounded friendly, as though he was making small talk. This was not a time Baby was willing to make small talk.

“Where is she?”

“You’ll have to be more specific, Baby, it’s been so long since we last spoke that-”

“Doc- cut the bull shit, okay? I know you’re going to want something from me to get her back, I swear to god if any of you fucks lay a finger on her, you’re going to lose a hand.” Baby had had enough. Doc only chuckled.
“Listen, Baby, we all know how much you love her, we’ve been watching the two of you fall in love, haven’t we?” Baby could hear several statements of agreement come from the team in the background.

“Now, listen, we miss you around here, Baby, come home.”

Baby bristled at the word home.

“That is not my home, and you are not my family-” he cut himself off before he could finish, he had begun to say that you were his family, but he didn’t want to hear that phrase warped and used to mock him later or ever.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll think otherwise when you stop in to see us. Make it sooner than later- you know where to find us.”

Baby drove faster than he’d ever driven in his life, only waiting to put on pants before leaving the house. No sunglasses, no music, just the need to know that his lover was safe.

Baby was met by Doc at the door, who held his arms open as if he wanted to embrace him. Baby stepped forward but remained far enough away that the embrace couldn’t happen. He stayed still as Doc closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms like a constrictor around Baby. Baby’s body only became more tense. “The prodigal son returns to his father!” Doc smirked at Baby as he pulled away. “M'not your son,” Baby protested. Doc said nothing as he led Baby through the hallways down farther than Baby had ever gone into the building. Now they were in the basement, far away from the usual planning room with the long table and chalkboard.

“Where is she, Doc,” Baby implored, hoping that maybe he would be shown compassion. Doc acted as though he hadn’t heard Baby’s voice at all. Doc used a key to open a thick metal door at he end of the hallway and Baby couldn’t help but think that it looked like a dungeon.

“You ignored us, Baby,” Doc said cooly as the door swung open. baby followed through and tried not to flinch so visibly when Doc spun on his heel to face him. “Now, we have leverage. You’re done when we say you are, Baby, you know that. I hope you’ve had a nice little vacation with your little girlfriend- she’s a pretty little thing- isn’t she? Let’s not do anything to jeopardize that.”

Baby tried to look unbothered by his comment. Now that they were in the room, Baby eyes adjusted and he could see the entire team seated on folding metal chairs, Darling sat on Buddy’s lap as usual. Bats held a rope in his hand and then Baby followed the rope with his eyes he registered that you were attached, by your ankle, the rope clearly tied too tight around your ankle, it looked wrongly colored and raw, most likely from you moving farther than the rope would allow.

Baby’s entire body went weak at the sight of you crumpled on the floor and not moving, you were still in his clothes that you’d fallen asleep in, a tee shirt that was too big even for Baby, looking like a dress on you.

“Let her go- you know I’ll do whatever you tell me too, I just- I just have to know that she’s okay first-” Baby pleaded and tried to not let anyone hear that his voice had broken. He felt more vulnerable than ever without his music and sunglasses.

“Come on, guys can’t we at least let him check on her-” Darling was silenced by Buddy placing a firm hand on her thigh. Doc raised an eyebrow. “Baby, looks like you still have some allies here- that’s good. Don’t let that stop being true.”

Baby looked at Doc and nodded obediently, he’d do anything to ensure your safety. Doc scanned his face, wrinkles forming due to worry. Baby turned back to look at you, not daring to step any closer before he was given permission, he knew that the last thing he needed was the team even more on edge, or worse, angry.

“Fine, you can see her.” Doc said slowly, Baby felt as though he couldn’t move fast enough to drop to his knees by your side and begin checking for a pulse.

Finally after what felt like agonizing years, he found it. It was steady and consistent and more than Baby had dared to hope for. The team watched silently, Darling looked troubled and whispered something to Buddy, who only shook his head.

Your skin was cold from laying on the heartless metal floor, Baby picked you up softly, speaking to you quietly.

“Okay, YN, gonna pick you up now, you’re going to be okay, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. He pulled you gently into his lap, making sure that your clothes covered as much of you as they could. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared at the sight of your face, it was usually serene and pure, now you looked troubled, even though you were unconscious and as Baby smoothed your hair back he found bruises, darkened, hand shaped bruised with certain points that were darker than others that resembled rings.

Buddy’s rings.

It took everything in Baby not to lung at his team member, he simply lifted his head and looked around. "Why the fuck did she get hit.” He said, his teeth clenched. “Why would you hit her like this, she’s not one of you, you didn’t have to do this?” Baby knew his voice had gotten a bit whiny and he stopped himself.

Cradling you in his arms and rubbing up and down your arms to warm you up. All the movement caused you to stir, your legs curling slightly closer before being stopped abruptly by the unrelenting hold on your ankle that Bats controlled with the rope.
“You may hate me, but you don’t have to do this, Bats, you know that you don’t,” Baby looked from Bats to the rope and then back at Bats. He received only a shrug in return.

Your eyes flashed open and you began to jerk, your last memory being a man’s hand swinging towards your face in this very room, but now you breathed in and heard Baby’s voice and saw him. You were so thankful he was here now.

“You came,” you breathed, looking up at him. He nodded. “Of course I did, you’re going to be alright, they’re not going to touch you ever again.” The last part was directed at the team, Baby received no assurance that his demands would be met and he grew furious, the last thing he wanted to do was scare you but he couldn’t hold back a yell. “Do not fucking touch her!”

Buddy sat up in his chair, Darling relinquished her seat and Buddy stood up, walking over to where Baby and you were sitting on the floor.

“Listen kid, there’s no need to yell. We can hear you just fine,” his voice was taunting and unfeeling.

“Why did you do this?” Baby questioned, trying to control his emotions.

“Well, why don’t you tell him, sweetheart?” Buddy reached for your face and you winced away before he could do so. “Don’t.” Baby growled at Buddy, who threw up his hands in mock surrender before talking again. Crouching down so he could see your eyes.

“Tell him what happened, sweetheart. Or it’s gonna happen again,” baby wrapped you tighter in his arms without thinking and you shook your head.

“I- I tried to run away,” you spoke quietly, your voice hoarse.
“And?” Buddy said, requesting you continue.

“I fought,” you mumbled again.

“What was that, princess?” Buddy glowered at you, and showed off some deep red scrapes on his arm.

“Your little bitch here did this to me, after I told her that I wouldn’t have to fuck her up if she just stay put, clearly she can’t follow basic directions,” Buddy snarled and Baby’s eyes squinted with anger.

“So you beat her until she was unconscious?” Buddy rolled his eyes. “A tap never hurt anybody,”

Baby’s voice shook. “Don’t do it again.” Buddy shrugged. “You did this to her, don’t know why you’re so pissed at me, you’re the one who brought her here,” Baby shook his head.

“This has nothing to do with her, you’re all pissed at me for trying to live a good life and took it out on my family,” he was so angry and so scared. “Baby, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you spoke softly so only Baby could hear. He shook his head. “Stop, it’s not,” he couldn’t help but be proud that you had held your own so well.

“Baby, we have a job to do. Your girl will be staying in here with Buddy while the rest of you complete the job. You will be briefed on the way there. So far things have gone relatively well, there’s no permanent damage to your girl. Let’s keep it that way, shall we?”

Baby let his head fall slightly in defeat.

“I’m so sorry, YN, I’m so sorry, so, so sorry,” he said and kissed your hair, his hand cupping your head close to his chest. You wished he didn’t have to leave you again.

You tried not to show it but you were scared. It had been a rough morning.

First, you’d woken up in the back of a van, on the floor. You’d started screaming until Darling had crawled into the back where you were and silenced you with a hand over your mouth.

“Calm down, chica, you’re okay, were taking you to a spot to wait for Baby to show up. Our boss is mad that your boy has been ignoring him, and now we have to do this. I know you’re scared, but trust me, I know Baby well, and he find you as soon as he can. We’re not here to hurt you, just need to get your boys attention, okay?” You could feel hit tears streaming down your face.

“Why, why do you guys listen to your boss? Why can’t you just let Baby leave?” You we’re trying not to sob but you were so fearful.

“Sh, c'mere, Chica.” The woman drew you close to her and smoothed your hair before continuing. “You and Baby are so young, you don’t understand how this all works, just do as you’re asked and you’re going to be alright, these guys may seem scary but I promise that you don’t need to be scared unless you try something stupid.” You nodded, and Darling looked at you tenderly, almost in a maternal way. More than she wanted to admit, she wanted to take care of you. “I’m Darling, your name is?”

You told her, sure that they already knew your name. “Lovely, well, YN, we’re close to our stop and I can’t let you remember the way in, you understand don’t you?” You began to back away fearfully on your hands and knees shaking your head, and crouching against the wall of the truck.

“No, my love, this will only be harder if you resist, alright? This won’t hurt you, it’s medical grade- I made sure of that. Only the best for the kid’s girl.”

She held up a medical looking mask, blue with white trim, with soft elastic hooks for your ears. She held your face firmly in her hand as she held the mask against your mouth and nose.

You convulsed, trying to avoid breathing long enough to get away some how but within a few seconds, your vision blurred all you could hear was the truck braking and Darling kissing your head and mumbling, “sweet dreams, mi amor.”

You felt your body slump and you were knocked out.

The next time you awoke, you were in a dark room propped up against the wall. Across from you there was a door, next to the door sat a man whose arms were crossed, watching you stir awake.

“Glad to see you up and at ‘em,” he said, and you could tell he really couldn’t care less what you did.

“Where am I?” You questioned, trying to stand but failing due to the drugs that were still in your system. “Easy there, take it easy,” he warned. “What do you want?” You questioned again, this made the man crack a slight smile. “I can see why he likes you,” he said calmly.
“What do you want, I don’t have any money, Baby and I didn’t do anything to you guys?”

The man sighed and stepped across the room towards you. You felt more vulnerable than ever in just a tee shirt that reached the middle of your thighs.

“We don’t want anything from you, we just need you to get Baby’s attention, and you will, we just need you to sit in here until he comes and not do anything stupid,” you tried to process all the information, fear racking through your body.

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, the man shrugged. “Our boy has been slacking lately, missing work, we just need him back.” Your brows furrowed.

“Where are we?” The man shook his head, suddenly seeming much less calm and pleasant, his dark skin now forming a frown. “I said don’t do anything stupid. Do you really think that I would tell you where we are?” You didn’t respond, looking around the dimly lit room.

“Stay here and don’t move, and again, do not do anything stupid,” he said, and left the room, slamming the door behind him. There were no windows, only a small slit in the door that was filled in with glass. You began searching for a second door, a hole in the floor, somewhere to hide- anything. There was nothing. You walked to the door and peered out, pressing on the glass with your hands. You started to pound on the glass, trying to get it to break.
You knew that breaking the glass most likely wouldn’t help you much but you wanted to try anyway.

Suddenly, a figure walked swiftly to the door from down the hallway. You could tell that there were only lights on the ceiling every few feet so his presence took you by surprise. You helped as he banged on the door with his fist. You ran away from the door as you watched the knob twist open, you could tell a key was used to get the door open and noticed that there was a slot for the key on this side of the door.

The man burst into the room.

“Didn’t Bats tell you not to do anything stupid?” You blinked in shock, backed against the wall. When you didn’t respond, the man strode over to you determined, placing a hand above your head on the wall. “Answer me,” he demanded and you nodded quickly, not wanting and trouble.

“Good. So why were you doing something so painfully goddamn stupid?” Your eyes widened and you shook your head, not sure of what to say.

“I said, answer me.” He snarled and you tried to think of something to say. “I-I’m sorry,” you offered, looking at the ground, turning your head so you were as far away from him as possible.

“We were trying to be so fucking nice to you, y'know that? We left you in here with no cuffs, no rope, no tape over your mouth, and you repay us like this?”

You said sorry again, you couldn’t think of anything else to do.

“Alright, sweetheart.” His words were neutral enough but somehow they made you wince in fear.

“I’m going to come back sooner than you think and if you try anything again, you better believe that it won’t be pretty.” He slapped his hand over your head, making his way to the door, this could be your only chance. You ran to the door and tried to follow the man out of the room. You were unsuccessful and he pushed you backwards, you stumbled and fell back.

“What the hell did I just tell you?” He roared and you put your hands over your face as he walked back into the rom. He grabbed at the neck of your shirt and swung at your face. You yelped in pain as his hand connected with the side of your head, you could feel his rings digging into your skin and grabbed your injury with both hands, tears welling in your eyes, an ache settling deep into your head.

“That’s what happens when you do stupid things, sweetheart. Now you’re going to have consequences.”

He stormed from the room and returned moments later with a rope. You shook your head, trying to run away but you couldn’t, the man had shut the door behind him and had you cornered. You swung your hands in desperation, one connecting with his forearm. He hissed and you saw that you had done some damage, the trail where your nails had been was raised and an angry shade of fuchsia.

“You bitch.” He growled at you, putting a hand around your neck. “I should really do some damage, how would you like that? For Baby to come in and see you fucked up?”

You shook your head as best you could with his hand on your throat.

“I won’t do it again, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” you pleaded and he sighed, removing his hand. “You better be on your best behavior now, sweetheart.” You nodded and allowed him to tie the rope far too tight around your ankle, connecting the other end to a u-shaped metal hook on the wall, the rope was looped through it and tied securely. You could move far less than before and you sat down when you were told to do so.

“Now, for the final goddamn time,” he punctuated his statement with another blow to your face, this time you could tell that you would have a black eye. “Do not,” he glared down at you, “do anything stupid.”

You nodded and he wound up as though he was going to kick you in the side. You flinched and threw your hands up for protection. “See, sweetheart? Things could get much nastier for you here,” you didn’t respond until he delivered a final blow to your head, knocking you out.

You’d awoken in Baby’s arms, his hands trying desperately to find a pulse and to warm you up. He could see the bruises on your face, and you wanted to tell him that they probably looked worse than they felt. The room was much fuller now, your ankle was still tied so tight that your foot had begun to go numb. Instead of being connected to the wall, the end was held by the first man you’d talked to. The worse of the two had Darling on his lap,
Baby was facing them, on the floor with you cradled into his chest. He whispered kind things to you and then began to shout at the others in the room.

He returned to apologizing to you and this time you only curled closer to him. “It’s okay, Baby, you have to go, I know you’ll come back, I trust you,” you said. Baby kissed your head again and wished he’d brought his jacket- anything to keep you warm and more comfortable in this hellish room.
..(back to real time).

“So it’s settled,” Doc spoke confidently. “Baby, Darling and Bats, follow me,” it wasn’t a request, you and Baby both knew he had no choice. Before leaving the room, Baby walked up to Buddy, pure anger and fear coursing through his veins.

“Do not touch her again. I will kill you,” Baby said darkly and this time Biddy said nothing. Everyone knew that he was serious about the threat.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, beautiful girl, I love you.”
Your heart swelled and you were glad your arms were free to wrap around Baby.
“I love you too, be safe, come back in one piece,” you said. Neither of you wanted to let go until Buddy walked up and grabbed the rope attached to your ankle. “Visiting hours are over, Baby, go now. The sooner you leave the sooner you can come back.”

Baby reluctantly nodded and squeezed you tighter before he let go. You missed his warmth. You were exhausted physically and emotionally and you propped yourself up against the wall, trying to find the best place to sit. Buddy left but told you that he would be right outside the door. You knew what he meant and he didn’t have to warn you again. It felt as though you’d been waiting hours before you finally gave in, laying on the floor and falling asleep.

You woke up to the sound of yelling , Baby’s voice was clear and you ran to the door to see what was happening. “Baby, this will not be your last job. Do you understand?” A voice spoke calmly and you knew it belonged to who Baby called Doc. “Fine just- just let me take her home,” Baby said quietly. The key was twisted in the lock and you backed away as the door sung open. Baby’s face was the only one you registered and you ran to each other. “Are we going home?” You questioned. Baby nodded, working as fast as he could to undo the knot on your leg. Once you were free, Baby picked you up in his arms and the two of you left the building, exiting the long hallways and finally made it back to his familiar Subaru.

“I brought these, for you,” Baby didn’t start the car, just reached into his back seat and pulled out a bag. Inside you found too much food to eat by yourself and your favorite sweatpants, as well as a sweatshirt. You put them on, and Baby smiled a little when he saw you start to eat. “YN,” he paused to take a deep breath. “YN this’s all my fault, they were right in there and I understand if you never want to see me again, I’ll bring you home and I’ll never come around again, ” he offered, looking at you seriously, you could see guilt all over his face.

“No, Baby, you got me out of there, and the only person I want to be with it you,” you said and embraced him again. You could feel tears dripping down his face. “I- I was so scared the whole time, when I couldn’t find you and when I had to leave- I can’t imagine how much worse it had to have been for you. I’m just so, so sorry, YN,” you shook your head and held the shaking boy close to your heart. You shushed him and rubbed your hand over his hair softly. “No, Baby, listen to me, I love you, and I don’t blame you for this, I love you.” You repeated it and Baby looked at you with red eyes. “I love you, I won’t ever let anything happen to you, I promise I’ll do anything for you, I love you so much, YN,” he said. You knew how sincere he was and your heart swelled.

By now it was almost afternoon, and Baby took you home to your apartment, laying you in bed with the TV on and blankets folded up to your chin and not leaving your side for weeks until you were completely better.

Kill Zone - Part 12: Sniper

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak, Agent Samuel Campbell, Agent Crowley MacLeod, Benny Lafiette, Rufus Turner, Cassie Robbins, Lisa Braeden, Jo Harvelle, Cindy Stevenson (ofc), Garth Fitzgerald.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mention of Torture, character deaths, knife wounds, violence, all the usual.

Word Count: 6500ish

A/N: This one has been a loooong time coming. Computer deaths suck y’all! I hope it is worth the wait though.

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for saving my ass yet again. This series would honestly suck without her. Thank you Ana for pulling the impossible out of me!


Dean felt restless. He had been since the moment she had left. He wasn’t able to stay as calm and collected as before, now that he knew she felt the same about him. He went over their conversation over and over again in his head. He wondered if he should have pushed her away, made her believe that he had used her. Would her hating him have made her safer? Honestly, Dean wasn’t sure, but then there was also the simple truth that he couldn’t lie to her. He couldn’t hurt her. Not anymore than he already had. All that had mattered to him was that she would believe him. To hell with everyone else. But now that he knew she did, everything wasn’t as simple anymore. If he couldn’t convince everyone else of his innocence, then he had no way of keeping her safe. As long as he was in here and Benny was out there, and Y/N was an easy target.

“Dude!” Sam’s annoyed voice broke Dean out of his trance making him blink a few times before he was really able to focus on his brother.

“Are you even listening to me? Look man, Y/N is tough as hell. She’s gonna be fine. Let’s just focus on getting you out of here,” Sam tried reasoning with his brother, who frowned as another thing dawned on him.

“Sam why are you even here?” Dean questioned, shaking him by the shoulders, effectively stopping him from talking.

“Excuse me?” Sam stared at his brother with a look of disbelief in his eyes and Dean took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair.

“You’re a state prosecutor, Sammy. You’re breaking the law by being here. I don’t wanna get you in trouble, little brother,” Dean forced a smile, trying to calm Sam. All his life he had been looking out for the boy. There was no way in hell he was letting Sam land himself in prison for him.  

“Not anymore,” Sam answered with a stubborn look on his face. A look Dean had learned better than to challenge, but the shock made him forget that.

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Mask || Peter Parker

I love posting stories on tumblr because I’m not flooding everyone’s dashboard with notifications 」( ̄▽ ̄」) so I can post a new story whenever I want to.

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also, just a heads up,, I’m always gonna write for Peter Parker when it comes to the marvel universe because I’m in love with him (*´ڡ`●)

please don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!


It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you were spending the relaxing day with your boyfriend, Peter. He was dozing off in bed with you laying on top of him, your legs tangling together with his as you relished in his warmth.

Your cheek was resting against his chest while you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, looking up and reading all of the news articles that pertained to your boyfriend’s alter ego Spider-Man. Seeing the tight spandex on him made you smile with pride, since the outfit showed off his muscular physique. And honestly, you were drooling because Peter looked -so good- in it.

While you were busy googling GIFs of Spider-Man in action, you came across a picture that had a closeup of Peter’s mask. Squinting your eyes at the detail of his mask, you realize that the cloth that covered his face was skin tight. Feeling concerned, you wondered if your boyfriend could even breathe while wearing the mask.

Sure, it looked like Peter didn’t have much difficulty breathing or speaking when he donned his Spidey mask, but still, you were worried.

You didn’t like the thought of him being uncomfortable in any shape, form, or way.

Sitting up from your prior position of laying on Peter’s chest, you were straddling his waist when you leaned down and poked at his cheek, “Peter, Pete. Peeeeeettttteeeeerrrr! Wake up bae.”

You watch as Peter winced, clearly not ready to wake up when he groans. He raises his right hand, wiping the sleep away from his eyes before using both hands to grip at your waist, keeping you on him when his rough voice murmurs, “Hey, I was having such a good nap. But if you wanted to get a little risqué, I can totally get into this and forgive you for waking me.”

You click your tongue and slap Peter’s hand away, earning an adorable pout from him. With a giggle, you lean down and press a chaste kiss against his lips, “Behave. The reason why I woke you up was because I was worried about you.”

Hearing that you were worried about him, Peter sits up, sliding you down so that you were now sitting on his lap. He places a hand behind your head and looks into your eyes with a serious expression, “What’s wrong babe?”

You sigh and hold up your phone, showing him the still image of Spider-Man’s mask, “Baby, this mask looks so tight on you, like, is it comfortable? Can you breathe in it? I just don’t want you to die of suffocation while you’re in the midst of fighting crime.”

Upon hearing your question, the solemn expression disappears from his face as Peter hugged you, practically crushing you to his chest because of how tightly he was holding you. He laughs and nuzzles the side of your face, giving you a quick kiss before reassuring you, “Yes, I can breathe perfectly with it on. Mr. Stark made my suit out of this really breathable material, so you don’t have to worry about me suffocating, babe.”

“Good. Because I want to be the only thing that makes your breathing uneven.” You admit with a huge grin on your face.

“What are you talking about? You don’t-” before Peter could finish his sentence, you tackle him, forcing him to lay back down as your lips latched on to his in a bruising kiss.

Basking yourself in his soft groans of your name, you continue kissing him deeply, slipping your tongue in his mouth to admire his taste. You only pulled away once you were satisfied. Seeing his flushed face and the way his chest rapidly moved up and down with his uneven breathing made you lick your lips in victory, “Told you I could take your breath away.”

“Indeed you can. Let’s do that again, I don’t mind suffocating because of you.” Peter surges forward, capturing your lips as you laughed in response at his eagerness to kiss you again.


Originally posted by timelordinaustralia

Sleeping Next to Jason

This wasn’t requested, but I made these up for myself while I was fruitlessly trying to fall asleep the night before my driver’s test, so enjoy!

Summary: What it’s like to fall asleep, sleep with, and wake up with Jason in bed.

Warning(s): Very Slight Mentions of NSFW

-Jason takes extra caution to make sure he takes off his bloodied and just overall dirty suit before crawling into bed.

-Most of the time he’ll take a shower as well, but it’s so obvious how tired he is after coming home that you’ll just coax him right to bed.

-Unless he smells, then you silently usher him to the bathroom and he gets the hint.

-This guy radiates heat, which in some cases is absolutely great.

-But when you get hot and scoot over more towards the edge of your side, he pulls you right back next to him, whether he’s awake or not.

-It’s rather random and odd, but it’s comforting for him to have his hand on your chest aka between your boobs/down your shirt.

-If you do wear shirts to bed his hand will be down your shirt, practically choking you, if it’s really tight he’ll approach from the bottom up.

-”Jay you’re choking me.” “Just trying to get kinky, babe.”

-He plays it off as if he just likes sleeping while grabbing your boobs/chest but in reality this big softie just likes to feel your heartbeat, even if he’s on the complete opposite side of the bed somehow his hand is still on your chest.

-If he has a nightmare he’ll instinctively curl right into you while sleeping. Waking up to Jason clinging to you for dear life was a bit startling at first but you just stroke his hair and calm him down before he wakes up.

-You never fight over space on the bed, but goodness gracious it’s an all out subconscious war over the blankets.

-Eventually it gets to the point where you have to buy blankets that are one size bigger than your bed. (Like king size blankets for a queen size bed.)

-You swear that nothing is as innocent as Jay’s sleeping face, just watching his angelic face sleep makes you wish you two had a baby already, so you can watch them both sleep side by side.

-Also, nothing in the world, not even mozzarella sticks, can compete with how satisfying Jason’s morning voice is.

-He is NOT a morning person, so chances are if he wakes up before you, he’ll still be in bed when you wake up.

-Morning cuddles are his specialty. You’re like his personal teddy bear, even though he’s the actual bear.

-Because he’s not a morning person, that usually means you won’t be getting breakfast in bed, though after the first time you did it for him, he made sure he got up to return the favor.

-Basically if you want breakfast in bed anytime soon, do it for him first, most of the time he just forgets how nice it is to be brought breakfast while still in bed until you do it for him and then he’s like “shit, they deserve this too.” hence why he’ll do it in return.

-He will stay in bed all day long if you (and crime) allow him to. He will pout if you can’t stay in bed with him.

-Add a dog (AND/OR A BABY) and snuggles just become 10,000x cuter.

-Jason’s pretty photogenic (as long as he’s not striking lewd poses, those are for the private collection ;) ) so snuggles are always great photo ops.

-He is definitely one of those people that when they sleep, just automatically entangle their body with their partner’s, like you’ll wake up with his face in your hair, one leg between yours, an arm under your body, and then a hand on your chest, and another hand goodness knows where else.

these moments | john shelby

@ateliefloresdaprimavera wanted, and I quote: “happy,married to the love of his life John and [reader] who’s like a daughter to Polly”

hope you like it, hun!

You marched down the street, half angry, half exhausted. Groups of kids were running up and down and you cast an eye out to check whether any of yours were there. Men tipped their caps to you as you passed and you barged your shoulder into Polly’s front door, slamming it behind you.

“I got fucking fired, didn’t I?”

“Lovely to see you too, sweetheart. Sit yourself down. Kettle’s just boiled, you can explain yourself”

You huffed, yanking your scarf off and chucking it over the back of a chair.

“Thanks Pol. Where’s the kids?”

“John’s got them”

“John’s got them?”

Polly cast a look up to you as she brewed the pot and smirked when she saw your confused look.

“He was showing Katie her numbers and the rest wouldn’t let them be, you know what they’re like”

“Sorry, no, go back – John’s got the kids? By himself?”

She chuckled to herself and slid a cup over to you.

“Sit yourself down. And explain”

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RFA (+Saeran & V) x Reader -A girl’s chocolate eaten!

Okay, here it is!!! *feels acomplished (ಥ﹏ಥ)* x3

First of all, Saeyoung’s HC is safe for you to read, don’t worry my dear friend, but the rest of them are a little suggestive ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (Kisses, Innuendos… I wanted to spice it up a little, I’m sorry if that bothers you, I really hope it doesn’t, there’s no smut, I swear, it’s just a little spicy)

I really hope you enjoy! ٩(♡ε♡ )۶


  • He already ate a bag or two of Honey Buddha Chips, so he thought… He innocently thought that he could eat that delicious chocolate without being charged for treason.
  • He clearly didn’t know how a girl’s fury can be worse than that of the devil.
  • “But… but… I swear, babe, I-I…just…” He said nervously, trying to get to calm you down.
  • “Ah-ah, no babe, no…” You shook your head and looked him straight on his eyes “IT’S MY CHOCOLATE YOU’VE EATEN… Not Saeran’s, not Vanderwood’s… but MINE” You pointed your finger at him and lightly poked his chest with itYOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS!” You yelled, you were mad as hell and you sure were scaring the shit out of him.
  • You only wanted to eat the last precious piece of chocolate you PURPOSELY hide to eat when you were feeling down. It’s your survivor’s kit, it’s everything you needed and wanted. Your. Damn. Chocolate. 
  • You were just trying to teach him a valuable lesson, a very, very valuable one.
  • “It’s just… I don’t think you value your HBC enough, nor your guts, if you dare to eat what was mine, you know, I should do the same to you… You hummed in approval and headed to the kitchen and smirked when he stopped you. 
  • “Okay, okay, babe, please…” He said, his face white and his eyes those of a puppy. “I’m gonna buy you all the chocolate you want, just don’t eat them, please, I won’t eat your chocolate again, I swear!” He put his hands like he was praying, trying to make it all more credible.
  • “I know you won’t” You softly laughed at his reaction, you couldn’t hold it anymore, your little fake angry moment was worthy after all.
  • You hugged him, hiding your face on his chest and snuggled, he smelled really good. He grapped his arms around you in response and kissed the top of your head. You felt him smiling.
  • That’s all you needed at the end of the day.


  • He didn’t care about it, he didn’t give a shit if it was yours, Saeyoung’s or the fucking devil’s.
  • He wanted it. He ate it. End of story.
  • But he didn’t know how mad you could get, you were always been sweet and caring… Challenging? Sure, but not angry, not ever. And he was way too surprised when you yelled to be able to reply to you. 
  • Until he got tired. 
  • SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. NOW!He screamed back and you gasped in surprise, so you instantly backed up and did as he said “You don’t have to yell at me, I’ll buy you a damn ton of chocolate if that’s what you want!” He told you, a frustrated look on his face.
  • “I just wanted to eat that chocolate…” You told him in the lowest voice you had and pout, avoiding his gaze so he couldn’t see you blush. You weren’t going to yell at him again, he sure as hell was scarier than you would ever be in your whole life. 
  • You saw from the corner of your eye that he was back to normal. He had a playful smile on his face while he approached you and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your right shoulder.  
  • I could make you forget about chocolate… I have a million ways to do that if you wanna try” He whispered in your ear and then he lightly bit your earlobe and your whimper turned in to a soft moan when he licked it and started kissing your neck.
  • You sure forgot about the damn chocolate. 


  • Oh boy, there’s no way you can get mad with him. NO. WAY. 
  • He’s a sweetheart… He suffered a lot… You just can’t get mad at him.
  • But he starts noticing your pouty face and the way you’re not as clingy and cheerful with him as you usually are and he knows.
  • “Darling… I’m sorry I ate your chocolate” He sighed and sit next to you on the couch “We can go buy more now and take a walk as we go, it’s a wonderful day and the weather’s perfect…” He said with a hopeful smile on his lips, and you couldn’t hide your own tender smile while you nod in agreement. 
  • He softly kissed you afterwards, with his right hand stroking your cheek as a way to redeem himself. 


  • I bet my ass he’s the colder, smutty version of V… I bet my ass, people.
  • And I don’t think he’s that much into chocolate or sweets in general, but he’s human, at least he wanted to try to eat a bit for once? So he did.
  • You wouldn’t dare to yell at him, but still you were a little flustered with it… At least he could have choosen another day to do so.
  • You were so damn obsessed with that piece of chocolate throughout the day that when you got home and didn’t found any… You could have killed someone in that moment.
  • So when he gets home and sees the frustrated expression on your face he notices something’s going on. You didn’t even greeted him when he arrived, that fact alone is like a neon sign screaming that you’re angry at him.
  • “I don’t know what’s going on, but I know I can I make you feel better He said and grabbed your waist until your body collided with his body, burning holes on your skin from his touch alone You just have to tell me what you want, and I’ll provide He whispered againts your lips before he hungrily kissed them.
  • You suddenly forgot what you were mad for and focused on continue breathing. Because boy, he sure was breathtaking. The hottest husband there’s to exist.
  • Fuck chocolate.


  • Yeah, he’s a baby boy and he’s sweetheart and he’s the love of your life and he can do nearly whatever he wants and you don’t get mad at him but oh, not your chocolate. NOT. YOUR. CHOCOLATE. No, boy, no touchy. 
  • But, oh, he was eating it in front of you and wasn’t offering you any. 
  • When he was licking his fingers clean he noticed some evil, scary aura near him. It was at this moment that he knew he fucked up.
  • “YOOSUNG KIM, I SWEAR TO GOD YO-” He literally run to your bedroom and locked the door. He fucking locked the door. 
  • You headed there and lightly knocked at the wood door with your knuckles “Baby, open the door ~ ” You sing-songed.
  • “No, you won’t fool me, that was fucking scary… I’m not opening this door, not ever!!” He shouted from behinf the door, his breathed uneven and his voice trembling.
  • “Yoosung, for God’s sake, I just wanted you to go shopping for more…” You said, regretting you had yelled to him, you didn’t want to scare him to death like that, not that much at least. 
  • “I don’t believe you…” He said, hesitation clearly hanging on his voice. 
  • Stop being a child and open the door, Yoosung You said with a sweeter tone this time “We need to go grocery shooping anyways, so at the end it was a good thing you ate that chocolate…” You tried to convince him, and a minute later he opened the door with caution and looked at you, waiting for a punch or something to fly his way.
  • But it didn’t happen, so he stepped out of the room and approached you, still cautious. You hugged him without warning and hid your face on the crook of his neck, gently leaving butterfly kisses there, making him giggle and relax under your soft touches. 
  • Who said grocery shopping? Who needs chocolate? Not you.


  • I’m sorry, you can’t run out of chocolate if you own a café, it would be a sin. 
  • You and Jaehee never run out of chocolate. There’s chocolate in the kitchen, but not the one you wanted, she ate your favorite chocolates. AND. THAT. IS. A. CRIME. 
  • “Yes ma’am, that’s what it is. My favourite ones…” You chuckled, still surprised to found Jaehee ate them ALL “You should be ashamed of your behaviour, my lady, if you were that hungry you could have eaten something else… You told her, clearly trying to make an innuendo.
  • Her breath hitched and she blushed like mad, her face obviously trying to match the colour of the cherries “I… Yo-you… I mean… Do you want me to…? He asked, her gaze not meeting yours.
  • “Oh… No, baby, I was just trying to make you feel a little uncomfortable, just kidding sweetie, don’t worry…” You smiled tenderly “But you should pay the price now… What about a cheesecake with raspberry’s mermelade?” You wiggled your eyebrows in a funny, suggestive way to convince her. 
  • But oh, girl, she wasn’t in the mood for that.
  • “Y/N… You can’t offer me the finnest delicacy and then ask me to make a common meal She said, looking at you with an intensity you weren’t used to. 
  • You were damn shooked. For a moment you thought you were too dirty minded to understand her words but, ah-ah, no-no… She said what she said.
  • “Oh God…” Now you’re the one blushing.


  • You were really angry. REALLY ANGRY.
  • When he arrived home from his rehearsals you immediately faced him and held the empty envelope of your favorite chocolate in front of his face. 
  • He was surprised for a moment but then he smiled.
  • “WHY ARE YOU SMILING!? YOU SHOULD BE SCARED!” You yelled, furiously waving the empty envelope.
  • “Owwwww! You look so sexy when you’re angry! He yelled back, a face that showed how in love he was with you. He can’t get angry with you, he just can’t.
  • He grabbed your hips and lifted you up effortlessly, without warning, you gasped in surprise and got hold of his neck to steady yourself, then you wrapped your legs around his waist, suddenly forgetting why you were angry in the first place. 
  • “Now you have awakened the beast, are you happy?” He told you, lust spilling from his voice, from his every pore. 
  • “Wow, you’re going to fast, babe” You asked, trying your best not to laugh.
  • “There’s one thing I’m not fast at… Wanna check, princess? He smirked and you chuckled, still not used to his boldness.
  • “Of course I wanna, fuck the damn chocolate, now I want you”
  • He was clearly satisfied with your reply.


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Reaction #19: “Mafia Part V: Jealous”

Mafia Series: Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Chanyeol One Shot 

Originally posted by channieschubbycake



“___, was it?”  A voice next to you spoke.  Looking up you saw the eyes of Jin-young from the rival gang Got7.  

“Please, you won’t get to my cousin through me.”  You grabbed your drink as you tried to walk away.  He gripped your arm in his as smirked at you.  

“No, I’m not.  Though my boss would love that.”  He said wiggling his eyebrows.  You rolled your eyes as you pulled your arm from his grasp.

“Well, if you knew any better you wouldn’t touch me.”  

“Maybe I don’t know any better, maybe I’m just distracted by how beautiful you actually are.”  Suddenly you felt an arm wrap around your waist and hand on your chin.  Lips connected with yours as you stared wide eyed.  Pulling away you saw the smirk of Baekhyun, your bodyguard/sometimes lover/sort of boyfriend.


“I thought babies were over at the next bar.  Baekhyun said cocking his head to the side.  “Why don’t I teach a lesson on why you don’t come into our territory.  Jin-young.”  He sneered as Jin-young rolled his shoulders back to appear bigger than him.  

“I was just-”  

“Leaving.”  Flashing his jacket open Jin-young got wind of the gun under it.  Nodding he bowed quickly than left the bar.  “Good, I didn’t like it when he touched you.”  

“Well you sure haven’t done that in while.”  You sneered walking away, back to the other couples.  

“Yeah!”  He yelled after you, a drink from the bar in his hand.   

Originally posted by jonginization



You were sitting in the coffee shop waiting on Chanyeol as he ordered your drinks.  Suddenly this man in a bright blue suit came and sat across from you.  You looked up from your phone to him.  

“Yes?”  You questioned as he smiled at you.

“Hey, I’m Onew.  I couldn’t help but spot you from over there, and just wanted to say hello.  Maybe ask you out to dinner.”  

“No thanks.”  you reply back looking at your phone.

“Maybe I pay for your coffee.”  

“Too late.”  Chanyeol said from the side.  You looked and smiled at him, as he handed you the drink.  Onew looked at your boyfriend and father of your children with his tattoos and glaring personality.  He suddenly stood up, bowing.

“Excuse me…”  He darted off as you giggled.  

“Jealous?”  You asked.  Chanyeol raised his eyebrows a smile gracing his lips.

“That man never had a chance.”  He reached across the table and took your hand rubbing in his thumb over your skin.  

Originally posted by chanffeine



This wasn’t the first time a girl hung off of him, but he was mad at you and liked it when you got jealous so he wasn’t pushing her away. Rolling your eyes you went to the bar where you ordered a drink.  Suddenly someone slide in the seat next to you.  His eyes connected with yours as you slowly stood back up but he gripped your wrist.

“Can we not care about who’s in what gang?”  He asked his fingers tracing your skin.  

“I would but aren’t you the leader of BTS Gang.”  Kim Namjoon smiled as he leaned in.  

“You are the sister of Jongin aka Kai, Kyungsoo’s right hand man.”  You pulled your hand away taking a sip from your drink.  

“Yeah well I’m here with someone.”  Your smile faltering as you looked back, her lips right next to his ear, his eyes not on you.  Nam Joon leaned over placing a hand on your knee as he moved over his drink.

“Doesn’t seem like he cares.”  You felt your eyes water as suddenly Nam Joons head slammed against the counter.  His head pressed down on the bar. Everyone stopped moving as a gun was pointed at him.  

“Jongdae!”  You yelled as he smiles down at  his captive.

“Don’t touch my girl.”  Nam Joon pushed off the bar and got out of his grip. Before he could move jongdae pulled a gun on him.  His smile still present.

“Call your boys off and get out of my club.  Take your whore with you.”  Looking over you saw her passed out on the couch.  

“Jongdae what did you do?”  You asked as he kept his eyes on the BTS leader.

“Pressure point.”  Namjoon waved his hand as his two fellows under him as they went to scope up the girl.  Jongdae put his gun away as you quickly slipped into his grip.

“I’ll remember this.”  He turned leaving the club.  

“Jongdae take me home.”  He nodded as his smile faltered for the first time as he sensed your feelings.”

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I Need Your Help-- Part Two

Summary: you need a fake date for your sisters wedding. Who better than Broadway star Lin-Manuel Miranda?

Warnings: swearing, huge insecurities and an awful, awful, awful mother

Tags: @secretschuylersister @anthonyramosobc

Word Count: 4422

You woke Lin up early to make sure he was able to pack before your flight back home. Your mother had already bought two tickets– you had no clue why. She seemed to have zero faith in your ability to get a date in time for the wedding.

You couldn’t wait to show up with your date– he should fit all of your mother’s standards. Handsome, smart, talented, and with a steady career. He was perfect. Even your Broadway loathing mother would have to admit it.

You and Lin made it to the airport on time after rushing through his apartment to pack, and made it through airport security. Soon enough, you were boarding your flight, and panic was starting to set in. Sure, Lin was handsome and smart and talented– but to your mom, there was a high chance that you still wouldn’t be good enough, no matter who your date was.

You dug your nails into your palm, which was the first telltale sign that you were extremely stressed.

“Hey,” said Lin. He grabbed your hand softly, rubbing his thumb along the spots where your nails were digging into your palm. “It’s going to be alright.”

“It’s not going to be alright,” you said, digging your nails deeper into your palm. You wanted so badly for the pain to distract you, but you got nothing from it. “Mom is going to be so awful,” you breathed out.

“Y/N, stop.” Lin gently took your hand in both of his, and uncurled your fingers out of your palm. You knew without looking that you had managed to split the skin on your palms into half moons, and Lin looked up at you. “It will all be okay, love.”

“No, it-”

“Hey, look at me,” he said, and you turned to him. Something about his eyes managed to calm you down whenever you looked at them. “Everything will be fine-”

“You can’t promise that,” you whispered.

Lin was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, “that’s true. But I can promise that I’m gonna be right here for this whole thing. Right by your side, your hand in mine. Got it?”

“I think so.” You we’re still freaking out, but the panic was being majorly overwhelmed by the knowledge that Lin would be there. It will be okay. You can survive this.

“Good,” Lin said, before kissing the palm of your hand right over where your nails had split your skin. “You should get some rest. The flight is on the long side and we weren’t asleep until late and got up early.”

“Are you sure you’ll be fine if I sleep? No dying of boredom?”

“None here,” Lin said. “Get some rest.”

You nodded, and closed your eyes, getting as comfortable as the plane seat would allow. You didn’t even realize that you had began to fall asleep holding Lin’s hand until you were on the brink of sleep, and there was nothing you could do to let go.

Lin work you up with fifteen minutes to spare. You went over the terms of your fake dating again, and just in time to be picked up by Kalena.

She was waiting for you both outside of the airport with a huge smile on her face. “Y/N!” She pulled you into a huge hug, while Lin stood awkwardly to the side.

“I missed you so much, Y/N! I’m so glad to see you– who’s that?” Kalena asked, breaking off in the middle of her sentence after pulling back from the hug.

“Oh, um, this is Lin. Lin, this is my sister, Kalena.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lin said, sticking out his hand for her to shake. She took it, and you could practically breathe a sigh of relief. Kalena seemed to approve of him, at least through her body language.

“You as well,” she said, before dropping his hand. “Are you Y/N’s friend?”

“Boyfriend, actually,” he said, smiling through a wicked bright pink blush.

Instantly, Kalena whirled on you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, and you bit your lip.

“Uhh– I wanted it to be a surprise!” You lied, hoping it sounded convincing enough. “So, surprise!”

Kalena didn’t look convinced. “Sure,” she said. “C’mon, I parked over here.” She lead you both to her car, and you hopped in the front seat, leaving Lin to sit in the back after loading yours and his luggage in the trunk.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kalena asked, while Lin was putting the luggage away.

“I was worried about what the family would say, you know how they are,” you whispered back.

“I guess,” she said, looking upset. She brightened a bit. “In glad I got to meet him and really get first impressions in person instead of through the phone.”

“Okay, everything is packed in the trunk. Ready to go?” Lin asked, after climbing into the backseat.

“Yeah,” Kalena said, and pulled out of the parking lot. “Soooo, when did you two meet?”

You looked back at Lin, your eyes sending him the signal that it was his turn to talk. “Oh, so, we met when she auditioned for Hamilton. We thought she was great, hired her, and we pretty much became friends from there. I always liked her, so I gathered the nerve to ask her out and now here we are,” he said, and you smiled back at him.

“That’s sweet,” Kalena said, smiling. “What was your first date like?”

You panicked– this hadn’t been discussed. Oh no. “It was simple,” you said, at the same time Lin said, “kind of fancy.”

You panicked even more, but somehow fixed it all.

“Lin, you’re thinking of our second date. Our first date was a basic dinner-and-a-movie scheme. The second one was fancy dresses and waiters that speak French.” Kalena giggled at your joke, and Lin breathed a silent sigh of relief while you mentally thanked the gods.

“I approve,” Kalena finally said.

Thank god.

You helped unload all the bags you had brought, and drag them up to the room you and Lin would be sharing. Your mother was out, and you had never been more grateful for that in your life. It gave you and Lin a chance to get settled and for you to show him around the house without snide remarks every two minutes.

You walked back out to see if there was anything else, and overheard Kalena and Lin.

“I may not seem very threatening, but I promise, I will murder you if you hurt my baby sister,” Kalena said, and you wanted to laugh. You knew there was no actual threat to what she was saying, but it was still a great show nonetheless. Lin would probably be scared out of his wits. “The whoooooole murder scene. The stuff that would be in college textbooks about crime scene investigation.”

“I get it,” Lin said. You couldn’t see his face, but you imagined that he either was scared or was faking it for Kalena’s sake.

“Good. Now be on your way,” she said. “And seriously, be good to my little sister.”

You walked back to the car, resolving to act like you heard nothing. “Anything else I can get?” You asked Lin, who was a suspicious shade of white. Kalena must have been much more threatening than she sounded.

“No, I can get the last bag,” Lin said, making his way to the trunk.

You thought about waiting for him, but all that was dashed when you heard your mom’s car coming up the driveway. The part of you that was still a girl in high school and hated your mom the most wanted you to turn and run in the other direction. To hop on a plane back to New York and put an entire 2000+ miles between the both of you.

The car stopped, and your mom hopped out. She still looked the same– hair perfectly curled, her nails immaculate, and her eyes a judgemental brown that made you want to look away from her.

“Y/N, looking as tired and scruffy as usual,” your mother said, before moving onto Lin. “And who is this?” She sounded more curious and less condescending, so you jumped on the opportunity.

“This is my boyfriend, Lin. I’m–”

“Boyfriend?” Your mom asked, turning to you momentarily with an angry look, before turning back to Lin. “Lin, dear, someone like you could do so much better than my daughter.” Your nails found the cuts in your palms and pressed down, the pain shocking you, but fueling you down to your toes.

Lin stopped in his tracks, looking from you to your mother. “Personally, I think Y/N could stand to do much better than just me,” Lin said, and you could tell he was trying to keep the anger in his voice to a minimum, though he was failing.

Your mother was silent. She clearly wasn’t used to people talking to her like that, though you tried several times. “Well,” she finally said, bristling. “Tell me about yourself. Where do you work?”

You sucked in a breath. Lins job would ruin the whole thing, and you’d continue to be the extra, throwaway daughter.

“I work in theatre– I wrote the musical that I’m starring in. It’s the same one that Y/N is in,” Lin said, his tone even. Usually he got excited when talking about Hamilton, but now he looked ready to be anywhere but here, talking to your mom.

“Oh, of course, I see it now,” your mom said. “Broadway. So you’re just like my daughter, totally fine with a career that goes nowhere.”

You and Lin both knew that Broadway could be iffy and somewhat fickle, but Hamilton was doing so well. You didn’t see it closing anytime soon, so what Lin said next blew you away. “Yes, actually. I’m completely fine with that.”

It seemed to blow your mother away as well, because she stood there for too long with a stumped look on her face. “Well,” she said, after an extended period of time. “At least you’re handsome.”

The rest of the day was excruciating. Your mother slipped in comments everywhere she could– about your job, your appearance, your body, Lin, and how he could do much better. You relearned your skill of brushing it off, but it seemed that you also gained your after dark breakdowns again.

That’s how you found yourself crying as quietly as you could upstairs while Lin and Kalena finished cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Your mother, after a particularly nasty comment fueled by too much vodka, went to bed. You knew she was asleep by now, and you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep or stop crying. You wanted so badly for Lin to think you were stronger than you were.

You didn’t hear him coming until it was too late– he had already pushed open the door and found you laying flat in bed, your chest heaving, and your hair matted to your face from all the tears you had shed.

“Y/N?” Lin asked, and you had never heard someone sound so worried about you in your entire life. Not even Kalena. But, then again, she had never seen you like this.

If it would have been anyone– especially your sister– that had opened your door, you would’ve denied ever being hurt by what your mother said to you. The crying could be accounted for with stubbing your toe, or hitting your hip on a dresser. You’d tell the person that had opened your door to leave you alone and don’t come back.

But the person that had opened your door was not your sister or your mother or anyone else in the world. This was Lin, the person that had calmed you down when you had dug your nails into your palms and wanted to scream until your voice left you.

“I can’t anymore,” was all you managed to choke out before dissolving into more tears, and Lin was by your side and the door was closed before you even knew what had happened.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked. You could just register how unsure he sounded, despite how calm he seemed on the plane. But the plane was just a fraction of the breakdowns you had had in your life.

“Calm me down,” you said, forcing yourself to stop crying long enough to talk. “Hold onto me or-or tell me to take deep breaths.”

Within an instant Lin was next to you and had shifted you well enough that you were laying on his chest, right next to his heartbeat. The steady rhythm began to calm you down.

“Can you take deep breaths with me?” Lin asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He had started to comb his fingers through your hair, relaxing you. You nodded, and started breathing along with Lin.

Before you knew it, you were feeling your eyes slip closed. “I’m gonna fall asleep,” you muttered to Lin.

“That’s alright, you need sleep,” Lin said, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Get some sleep, love.” You felt yourself drift off to sleep, Lins heartbeat your only company.

“Kalena, hi,” Lin said. He had just managed to slip out of bed without waking you up in the process, and had come to the kitchen to bring you a glass of water to drink once you woke up. He had run into Kalena, who looked to be doing the same thing.

“Lin,” she said. “Glasses are in the cabinet above the sink.”

“Thanks,” Lin said. He wasn’t quite sure what to think about Kalena yet, but he knew that Y/N loves her unconditionally. Something about her seemed to bug him, though.

He grabbed two glasses, filling up one for you and the other for him. He stood against the sink, looking Kalena over as she picked at her nails. Finally, it clicked.

“Have you noticed how your mom treats your sister?” Kalena looked up. Lin could see the sisterly resemble between her and Y/N. They had the same dark curls, the same brown eyes, and the same skin tone.

“I– sort of. I’m starting to notice it more now. I heard her upstairs, just crying. Once I heard you talking I knew you were with her– I knew she’d be fine.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing,” he said, setting down his glass. “She’s not fine. All that crying? That’s because of your mother. Because of the things she’s said, and done.” Kalena hung her head, and Lin knew she was upset.

“I’ve heard of your musicals, and listened to a little bit of them,” Kalena said.

“Thanks.” That was always Lins standard response to someone saying that they’ve listened to Hamilton or In The Heights.

“The line Angelica always says– I love my sister more than anything in this life, I would choose her happiness over mine every time.’” Kalena finally looked up, her brown eyes wide. “Do you know how often I’ve thought of Y/N and thought of that next? Y/N is my baby sister, my longest friend, and the most important thing in my life. I want– I need to help her, somehow.” Lin stood and listened. He had never imagined Kalena– who gave her first impression to be of a bubbly girl that didn’t feel the need to speak her mind– to come and give him this speech in the dead of night. “How can I?”

“Don’t let your mother get away with any of what she says,” Lin said. “Anything with a negative bite to it. If you really want to help your sister out, this is how.”

“I will,” Kalena said, with no hesitation.

“I should be getting back to Y/N,” Lin finished. “Goodnight, Kalena.”

“Goodnight Lin,” Kalena said, her voice firm. Lin began to walk away, and she grabbed at his arm. He turned around, looking her in the eye. “Take care of my sister.”

You woke up the next morning curled into Lins arms with a feeling of everything will be okay.

That immediately crashed when you remembered that today was a dressing fitting. You wanted to cry or punch a wall. Or both.

You procrastinated getting out of bed until it was urgent getting ready time. You pulled yourself out of Lin’s arms and took a shower, dressing comfortably. You weren’t looking forward to wearing a fancy dress for the fitting, even if it was gorgeous. On the bright side, at least you didn’t have to wear a corset like you did for the times you had gone on as a Schuyler sister.

The ride to the dress shop was spent in silence. You had put in headphones the moment you sat down in the car, hoping to tune out anything your mom had to say. It had worked for the most part, and you had managed to keep your good mood until you arrived at the shop.

Kalena had wanted a small wedding, so you were the only bridesmaid that Kalena was going to have. The dress she had picked out for you was lovely. It was a gorgeous baby blue with a top bedazzled with silver jewels and glitter. The skirt was a gauzy material that would most likely hit your knees.

Your mother would hate it on you.

She’d go on and on, you could already hear it. Mentally, you placed votes on which remark she would say first once you walked out of the little room that had for people to change in.

You slipped into the dress. It settled on your skin like soft rain, and you would almost feel comfortable in it if it wasn’t for the fact that your mother would see you.

You gathered all your courage, and walked out. “What do you think?” You asked, and Kalena turned around first.

“Oh, Y/N! You look so lovely! It fits you so well and the colour looks so good on you!” Your sister gushed, before your mother had a chance to get anything out.

Your mother considered you for a moment, before walking forward. “It’s a bit tight looking around your waist, and makes your stomach look fat– not surprising, you’ve always been chubby,” your mother critiqued, walking around you like you were an art piece, not a person. “Your legs don’t look very good with this dress, and your hair is too frizzy– but that isn’t the fault of the dress, hopefully someone can fix that come wedding time.” Your mother finally stopped, and tapped her nails together.

She turned back to your sister. “Kalena, are you sure it isn’t too late to pick a new bridesmaid? One that is… better to look at?” Something inside you seemed to snap, otherwise you never would have run for the bathroom like you did.

Barely managing to hold in your tears, you turned against a wall, trying to calm down by running your fingers along the smooth tiles that decorated the wall.

You heard a knock on the door, followed by a soft, “Y/N, it’s Kalena. Can I come in?” You pushed yourself off the wall and turned the lock, opening the door enough for her skinny frame to fit through it, before closing and locking it again

“Why did you want me to be your bridesmaid?” You asked, unable to keep it in any longer. You were the ugly, pathetic, useless throwaway sister. You were nothing extraordinary. Hell, you even had to beg Lin to come and be your “date.” You couldn’t even call him your actual date, either. He was just a friend– acquaintance, even– that took pity on you. You sank to the floor, wanting to be anywhere but here.

“Because you are my beautiful sister,” Kalena said, sinking into the floor next to you. “And I would never have anyone else.”

“But Mom-”

“I don’t care what she says about you or me, ever. You are the most important thing to me, and I love you more than anything in this life,” she said, smoothing your hair away from your face. “You are always my first choice, my best friend. Nothing that mom, or anyone, says or does can ever change that.”

“I’m so glad that you’re my sister,” you said, laughing through your tears. “When I get married, you’re my bridesmaid. Let’s hope you don’t screw it up before then,” you laughed, and Kalena laughed with you.

“When you marry Lin, I’ll definitely be your bridesmaid,” she said, and kissed your forehead. “C’mon sis, you get to see my looking awful in my wedding dress.” She stood up, and helped you to your feet. “Let’s go.”

The days passed quickly, and eventually there was only four days until it was wedding time.

Lin had gone to bed, and your mother had drank too much wine at dinner and was out cold in her bedroom, which left you and Kalena.

“Kale,” you asked, a sudden thought plaguing you. “Have you had any sort of celebration.”

“Have I what?” She asked, looking up from the book she was reading.

“Like, a bridal shower or anything,” you suggested, raising your eyebrows.

“No, I didn’t think it was necessary,” she said, shrugged, and went back to her reading.

“No,” you demanded, grabbing her book out of her hand and shaking your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” She asked, sitting up and reaching for her book.

“I am celebrating your bride-ness. We’re gonna drink and be dumb sisters,” you announced, setting her book on the coffee table after marking her spot. You walked into the kitchen, grabbing some shot glasses and vodka from the liquor cabinet.

Your turned to your sister. “I bet I can outdrink you.”

Too many shots later, you and Kalena were rightfully and truly drunk. You both had been babbling on about nonsense things– wedding jitters, your mother, stories from high school, and your idiotic high school boyfriend.

“Oh god, Lucas was the worst,” you said, laughing along with your sister. “Nothing like Lin.”

“Ooooh, Liiiiin. I love Lin with you. He seems really, really, really, really good for you,” you sister rambled.

“Ugh, hes soooo perfect. His handsome face, and he’s just so smart,” you said, alcohol clouding your judgement. I just love him so much, I wanna be with him for the rest of my life.”

“Awww, Y/N, that’s so sweet,” Kalena replied, and continued to ramble on about the sweetness.

Neither of you noticed Lin standing at the bottom of the stairs, or heard his footsteps going back up the stairs, with a completely new hope.

“I can survive this,” you said to yourself in the bathroom mirror. The wedding rehearsal went great, and gave your mother no time to say anything to you, but the rehearsal dinner was different. She would have every chance to sneak in remarks and say awful things, and it was already beginning to overwhelm you.

“I can survive this,” you repeated, taking a deep breath. “Kalena is on my side, Lin is on my side. I can survive this.” You knew everyone would be expecting you by now. You had excused yourself to the bathroom as soon as you got there, and had been locked in the bathroom for too long.

You took another deep breath, and unlocked the bathroom door, walking out. You walked straight past your mom, and to Lin. “Have you met my future brother-in-law yet?” You said, picking up a glass of wine.

“Yes, and Christopher seems great,” Lin said. You weren’t quite sure what it was, but Lin seemed to be much more… upbeat? “Hey, can we talk?” Your blood ran cold. His tone scared you have to death.

“Yeah, I-” you were cut off by the sound of glass clinking, and you turned to it. “Oh god.” You said. Your mother was standing up, an empty wine glass in her hand. You knew by her mannerisms that she was tipsy, and tipsy made her even meaner than sober.

“I would like to say that I’m so excited for my daughter, Kalenas, wedding,” your mother said. Okay, mellow enough so far. “Her bridesmaid, my other daughter, may be inadequate and not the best to look at, but I don’t think she’ll ruin the wedding entirely. At least her boyfriend, who could do much better than her, is good-looking–”

“Mom, that is enough!” Kalena shouted. “All of my life, I’ve heard you be nothing but terrible to Y/N! She’s your daughter, you should love her unconditionally!”

“Nonsense, she may be my daughter but she’s not anything like you or me,” your mom said. “Look at us, Kalena. You’re a beautiful young lady that’s marrying a handsome man. The only good thing about Y/N is that her boyfriend is handsome– not any better than Christopher, but still handsome.”

“That is enough, Mom,” Kalena said again. “If you can’t be kinder to Y/N– and when I say kinder, I mean treating her like a person then the moment I’m married I’m leaving this town and cutting contact with you. Y/N is perfect to me and to everyone that loves her, and if you can’t see it, then you aren’t worth it,” Kalena announced, her voice growing in pitch and volume. You wanted to cry.

“Well then,” your mom declared, before walking off.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, tears springing in your eyes. “Lin, let’s go home.”

“Of course.”

You had cheered up on the ride home, a smile returning to your face. But, maybe, that was a side effect of the wine you had drank.

You were standing outside of your bedroom. “Lin, thank you so much for being there for me through this whole thing, I can’t thank you enough.” Somewhere in your sentence, Lin’s hand had drifted to your cheek and you hadn’t even noticed. “Lin?” You asked. He didn’t reply with words– he replied by pressing his mouth to yours. He tasted like the wine from the dinner, and you smiled against his mouth.

The kiss deepened, and soon your bedroom door was being pushed open and clothes were being thrown across the room, the only constant thing being Lin’s hands on your body and his mouth on yours.

You woke up the next morning tangled in your sheets and Lin’s arms. You snuggled into him, before realization hit you. You and Lin slept together?

Oh no.


Jerome x reader


It was the classic shebang, girl meets boy. Boy seems like a normal upstanding individual, girl goes along with it. Later boy turns out to be a psychopathic criminal and the girl goes along with it. You know, the usual.

Okay, so, maybe that’s a stretch. But hey! A chick is into what she’s into, right? Besides, who can turn down a man with a wicked sense of humor? Especially when he’s a ginger.

Jerome was always a good kid, if it wasn’t for his mother he could have been something better. That damned whore. Every time I would see him he’d have new marks, around his neck, black eyes, scratched cheek. You name it Jerome probably had that bruise many a time.

As for myself, my family had this annual outing to the circus. It was the only good memory I had and that’s mostly because I met Jerome there.


I was hidden in some far off corner in the circus. My dad had made me touch the snake woman’s Python even though he knew I had a killer fear of them. As soon as he let my wrist free from his grip, I went running for the hills.

He never chased after me, preferring to flirt with the snake lady in front of my mom. It wasn’t anything new.

I took in my new surroundings fearfully, whimpering noisily. My small refuge was a snack cart pressed close to the circus tent. I sat in the middle so that It would be easier to see what was happening on both openings.

As I surveyed the left opening, I felt a hand tap against my shoulder. “Are you lost?” He asked quietly, studying me with tired eyes.

“N-no,” I managed to break my whimpers enough to speak, “Please don’t take me back to my dad. He’ll hit me.”

The red headed boys eyes softened, while you certainly weren’t the first to say that and probably not the last, he couldn’t help but feel the need to cheer you up. “Why can’t Jesus play basketball?”

“I dunno,” you answered, confused by his random question.

“Because he’s nailed to a cross!” That set him off into a fit of giggles, you couldn’t help joining in. His laughter seemed to be contagious. “Names Jerome. What’s yours crybaby?”

“It’s YN,” you pouted at him, “Am not a crybaby! I’m five, totally not a baby at all.”

“Yup, such a big girl,” he mocked, pretending to wipe tears off of his face, “Come on, let’s go play something.”

You shifted uncomfortably, wiping the tears from your eyes, “What about the giant snake?”

“Mom’s snake won’t hurt ya. Now let’s go!” He took your hand and pulled you out of your hiding spot. “What to do…”

For the night, Jerome and you were partners in pranking crime. The night came to an end when the circus was basically empty and most of the crew was on the search for a five year old girl. One of the Grayson adults found you, taking you away from Jerome and back to your father.


Since that night we were best friends. Well the best you could be when you saw each other one week a year. Jerome quickly became your first crush, kiss, and so on. As you grew older the both of you managed to keep in touch through email.

Flash forward a couple of years and you had your own apartment. You vowed to get your own place as soon as had hit eighteen. Your father had been mentally and physically abusive and your mother was too far off to care about anything.

Honestly, it was one of the best freedoms you had. No more fighting just peace. Best of all, Jerome’s circus was going to hit Gotham again and you would get to see him soon.

The week seemed to drag on. Time always slowed when you were looking forward to something.

You checked your email the day before the circus was due to come.


From: Jerome Valeska

Subject: Don’t come

I’ve got something planned. Don’t come to see me. Give me your address and I’ll go see you. ————————————————

You frowned at the email, but sent one back with your address. That was strange to say the least. Usually you opened an email up to a joke or a story about what he did or a prank he did. But this email, it sent some fear into your system. Maybe he didn’t want you anymore or he found someone?

That was it. You didn’t get any emails back and you definitely didn’t attempt to get a response back. You went about your normal schedule, a strange fear in your stomach all the while.

Two days passed this way and you were sick of it. He probably wasn’t going to come and just drop you. On the third at you wanted until twelve before giving up and going to bed.

You woke up, feeling as if someone were watching you. “Hello?” You asked the darkness, sleepily, despite everything horror movies taught. There was something familiar about the person with you.

The light was flicked on and illuminated the room. You were met with a familiar figure, “Jerome? That better not be blood.” Instant anger overcame you, “What did that bitch do to you?”

Grabbing a near by shirt, you went to clean the blood that seemed to come from his face and arms. “Wait,” you noticed there weren’t any cuts, “This isn’t your blood. What did you do Jerome?”

“Looks like I’ve got bad news for you, dollface,” he looked like he was crying, “She’s dead,” he started to laugh at the top of his lungs like it was the best joke of his life.

“Oh, har har har,” you rolled your eyes, “What is this? Fake blood?”

“Exactly that, it’s made with powdered sugar and cocoa. Here have a taste,” he ran a finger through the blood and stuck it in your mouth, “Delicious isn’t it?”

You spit it out as soon as the metallic taste hit. “Jerome, what the hell?” You shouted and pushed him away.

“You know I don’t lie, crybaby. The whore’s dead and I’m quitting the circus. Not this exact moment that would look too shady. Doll, you should have been there? ‘Jerome, no! What are you doing? I love you!’” He spoke, seeming to be confident about not being caught.

“What are you going to do? You killed someone, you’re covered in blood, fucking broke into my apartment! Wh-”

He was right, besides if anyone could pull one over the cops it was him. “Okay, fine, you’re right. No reason at all to work.” You pressed chaste kiss to his lips, “Don’t do anything stupid. Go take a shower and get to bed.”

A smirk graced his lips, before he saluted you, “Yes ma'am!”

You stuck your tongue out at him before returning to bed. “Goodnight, killer!”

“Sleep tight, doll!”

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A Changed God

Summary: Few years after the Battle of New York, Loki goes to the Avengers Tower, with a precise objective in mind.


It was a beautiful night, the kind of night that makes you look up. The sky was so bright, so starry, but not in New York City. Without any hesitation, Loki jumped on the glass window of the Avengers Tower and started running. Not inside the building, no, he vertically ran on it, thanks to his magic stolen boots. If he had wanted to, he could have run on rainbows or waterfalls, but he was here for a reason.

Soon he had reached the floor he was looking for, the 76th. Without a noise he cut a hole through the window and easily entered the room. The also stolen shadow-thread from his coat made him invisible to everyone, but not to any heat detector. Fortunately for him, Frost Giants have a low body temperature.

Nobody was around, the God walked to the third door on the right.

As he opened it, a soft lullaby started playing. He came in and a dim light turned on.

There she was, sleeping in her cradle.


It looked so comfortable it hurt him to pick her up. He slid one of his hand under her head and neck and put the other under her hips and bottom, then lifted her. She didn’t wake up. For a few second he stood there, transfixed. The three-month-old looked fabulous with her big tuft of black hair. She opened her eyes, emerald-green, just like his own, and looked at him. He smiled… She cried. He rocked his baby, trying to soothe her.

“Please don’t cry. Please, my little bird, don’t cry.” He pleaded.

She kept wailing. He decided to put her back in her crib. She rolled onto her side and smiled. He kneeled to be at her level and looked at her delighted face behind the cradle’s bars.

“So you are actually happier when you are caged?” He chuckled “They want to put me in a cage too, you know… Is that why you don’t want me to hold you?” He lamented. She just looked at him and squealed.

“Don’t take it personally, she just really doesn’t like your perfume.” An unfamiliar Scottish voice behind him affirmed. He turned to face a grey-haired man in a red velvet jacket.

“How do you know that?”

“I speak baby.” The stranger replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the Doctor,” He answered before taking a bite out of the hot dog he had in hand. “And you’re wanted for trying to take over the Earth and subjugate more than 7 billion people. Along with other countless crimes.”

“All in the past.” He retorted. “I’m a changed God; I swear I’m here on a purely friendly visit–”

“You’re not my friend.” A familiar voice boomed “You’re my brother.” There were Thor and a suited Tony Stark. “Why are you here? Are you insane?” the Thunderer asked.

“The voices tell me I am entirely sane.” Loki grinned. “I just want to see my daughter and my better half…” He looked behind the two superheroes. “Where is she?”

“Right behind you,” You breathed. “Now, am I here to kick your ass or kiss you?”

“I’ll take the latter, pretty bird.” He answered in a low voice as he leaned forward. When your noses almost touched he stopped and smirked. You seized his wrists, pulling him closer. When your lips met, and your tongues touched, he groaned softly, closing his eyes. His arms circled you. You broke the kiss and took his hands. Click! You had handcuffed him.

“Really? You could have waited until we’re in private.” He joked and Tony vainly tried to hide his grin.

“I designed them, especially to restrain you.”

“How considerate of you.” He replied with a fake smile.

“We’re taking you to your cell. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

He looked at the ceiling of his cell, everything was so white, so coldly impersonal, but he could not care less. Of course he would escape, but not without saying goodbye to the woman who had stolen his heart… Speak of the devil and in he walks.

“Thor and I spoke on your behalf, but Midgard’s laws are as they are. And you did cause the death of 74 people and deeply damaged the city.” You said, sitting next to him, your sleeping baby held against your chest with your right arm. “They want to condemn you to lifelong imprisonment. I thought you’d want to see her before you inevitably leave.”

He lifted your left hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Take care of our little bird.”

Originally posted on AO3.

Thanks for reading! Comments, suggestions and feedbacks are welcome and awaited. Sorry for the mistakes, English isn’t my first language. LLAP

- Ram

Lenny Baby (Snart x reader)

A/N: Someone ask for Leonard being all sawft around you and wanting to keep you away form his sister, worried the thief life might corrupt you or that you’d get hurt cause you are his little ball of sunshine? Yes they did and I delivered. No warning except language and it might be a bit suggestive. ;)

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

“I know all your thief code blah blah blah, but can’t I meet any of your friend’s? It feels like you’re hiding me away.” You dramatically pouted tracing your fingers over Leonard’s bare torso. You were both still lightly shining with sweat after the romp in his way too expensive sheets, but with the covers only over your bottom halves and the A/C cranked it was cool enough to cuddle comfortably. He cupped your chin pulling it up to face him. Furrowing his brow as if he was mad, he studied your face.
“Blah blah blah? Do you even care how dangerous the things I do are?”
“Yes.” He smirked slightly at your nonchalance.
“I don’t care. I don’t care about the money or the cozy sheets. I don’t even remember your last name. I have to scribble it on my hand as a reminder. I’m just using you for your body.” You raised your hand pretending to read from it. “Mr. Snort?” His brows shot up in disbelief and he nearly growled rolling you under him.

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p1ratew3nch  asked:

Poly Reaper76, Gabe and the S/O ganging up on Jack to get rid of that thing that died on his lip. (The mustache from the Daredevil skin.)

Poly Reaper76 fluff? Or fluff for Reaper and 76? (Let the old men be happy!)

It starts with Lena’s innocent observation that he and Genji are the only men she’s never seen with a beard. There’s silence as everyone in the room mentally divides the Overwatch agents into those with a beard and those without. And former Strike-Commander Morrison comes up as babyfaced as the man who without his mask is still occasionally asked for his ID when buying alcohol.

“It’s cause he can’t grow it.” Gabriel says, their most recent ally and all too happy to throw Jack under the bus. He’s still uncomfortable among the new agents, sticks to Jack and you for the most part and otherwise pretends he’s a lot more unaffected by teaming up with his former enemies than he really is.

“That’s a lie. He’s lying.” Jack looks around the room, willing everyone to accept his beard-growing skills. Tracer is doubtful, everyone else doesn’t even pretend to believe him.

“Babe, you’ve been shaving your smooth chin since our days in the SEP, you don’t fool me.”

Realising no one else will come to his aid, Jack turns to you.

“You believe me. Right?”

It’s a bit of an asshole-ish thing to do but instead of taking his side, you lean against Gabriel’s chair, tracing his beard with the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know. Seems strange you never grew one. No shame in it if you can’t …”

“There’s probably pills for that.” Gabriel throws in and cackles, tipping his head back to beg a kiss off you.

“Maybe some stimulating cream.” you add, grinning against his lips.

Jack huffs and leaves, finishing his grand retreat with an ominous “Just you wait.”

In hindsight that should have worried you more.

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Sick of Losing Soulmates

A/N: The title barely matches the story but I listened to Sick of Losing Soulmates by Dodie Clark while writing this soo… This was also the fruits of headcanon from Sleepover Saturday.

You sat in the bathroom staring at the test in your hands. The results were clear the first time you took the test but it didn’t really hit until you saw the second one. A half hour ago you were just trying to be sure that your cycle wouldn’t mess with your honeymoon plans only to realize you’d missed your period. It was late, and not just a few days but several weeks, almost a whole month. It wasn’t hard to think of the last time you had unprotected sex, and maybe you shouldn’t have been this surprised but it was the night before your wedding, and the last thing you ever expected was to find out you were pregnant. Your whole perspective of the world began to shift as it all began revolving around the conglomeration of cells inside of you destined to be a baby, a baby that would be the perfect combination of you and your fiance. Panic settled in your stomach as you thought of the nights you’d had lately. The bachelorette party had been filled with alcohol as well as the rehearsal dinner. You hoped it was too soon for the baby to be affected by that. You grabbed your phone from the sink and called your fiance. You knew that calling him to come over this late would stress him out, but this isn’t the kind of thing you tell someone over the phone.

“Hey,” he answered, and you could already hear the concern pulling at his voice.

“Hi, Bucky… I need you to come over to my place.”

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay… I just need to talk to you. Don’t worry I don’t have cold feet or anything. I just want to talk.”

“Why can’t we talk now… on the phone?” he was skeptical of your assertion that everything was alright.

“I just… I really need to see your face… and I need you to hold me. Can you come here and do that for me?” you asked, desperation clinging to your voice as you willed him to just trust you and come over.

“Alright… I’ll be over in fifteen.”

“Thank you, Bucky. I love you.”

“I love you too, Doll,” he response was sincere as always and you smiled trying to take comfort in knowing that he loved you. You’d get through this together.

Bucky left his place quietly, trying not wake Steve he was sprawled on the couch fast asleep. He’d be leaving this place soon. The two of you found a nice apartment in Brooklyn. It was a two bedroom place with a nice backyard, he was thinking of adopting a dog with you after your wedding and honeymoon. He’d miss living with Steve, though he was sure Steve would be at his new place often. He got in his car and drove the short distance to your place, trying to quell his anxieties by listening to the radio. He listened to the oldies station but the stuff they played was still new to him. It was distracting. He could be confused and concerned for the direction music went in, instead of confused and concerned about you.  It worked for a little while, then a love song came on and he couldn’t help but to think of you again. You were one of his few constants in his life. You were right up there with Steve in importance. You never wavered, or showed any signs of tiring of him, despite the long road it had been gaining his trust, and teaching him what healthy love can feel like. Bucky was positive he couldn’t function without you. From the moment he met you he knew you would always be too good for him. You were too kind, too beautiful, too funny, too genuine, too everything good in this world for him to deserve. If it weren’t for the fact that leaving you would break your heart he’d go, because it wasn’t fair to you to be attached to someone who was barely human for the better part of his life, someone who had done so much bad that he could devote the rest of his life to heroism and he still wouldn’t begin to level the scales.

The car was barely parked in front of your building before he got out of the car, snatching the keys out of the ignition and hurrying up the stairs to your apartment. He knocked on the door and waited for you to answer, impatiently switching his weight from one foot to the other. You opened the door to see his worried face. It only became more anxious as he took in your appearance. You moved out of the way so he could come in. In the few moments that it took Bucky to get to your place, you’d thought of exactly how you would tell Bucky.

“Um… you should sit down,” you suggested quietly. Bucky looked at you confusedly for an instant but sat on your sofa and waited for you to continue. When you didn’t say anything immediately he decided to urge you along.

“What couldn’t you say on the phone?” he looked up at you as you stood in front of him. He could tell you’d been crying. Scenarios that could have triggered your tears fluttered into his mind, each scenario worse than the last.

“I… I'm… Bucky I’m pregnant,” You whispered, forcing the words out of your mouth as if they physically hurt to say aloud because it made it more real. You watched Bucky’s face looking for acceptance, or anger, something! There was nothing though he just looked up at you as if you hadn’t spoken at all.

“Bucky,” You called, bending down to be eye level with him. His eyes followed you but his face remained the same.

“Please Bucky say something.”

“I have to go,” he uttered and he got up, moving past you carefully as you stood there stunned and frozen for a few seconds. Then it hit…was he leaving you?

“Bucky?” you called watching his back as he walked away, “Bucky?! Where are you going?!”

He closed the door on his way out. You were so shocked you couldn’t even cry at first, you just stood there staring at the door, hoping that he’d come back. That the door would open and he’d hug you and he’d tell you that he was sorry and that everything was going to be alright. The tears didn’t hit until you went to the window and saw his car pull away. You cried so hard it felt like your chest was going to split apart.

Bucky drove until the traffic was too much, and he was sitting still too long for it to be any good for him. He parked by some non descript building then he just walked. He felt like he was shaking apart and that he’d snap if he didn’t keep moving. He had to put distance between the two of you. Between you, and the baby, and him because he was bad. He could justify staying with you, because you swore you needed him so if he left to keep you safe it would only hurt you, but a baby?! A baby would only be hurt by his presence.  He couldn’t even imagine being allowed to be in the same room as a baby your baby, your perfect innocent baby. Surely God would strike him down. It was too much, way more than he could ever deserve, than he could even work to deserve. He couldn’t take that much from you… He also couldn’t fathom raising a child, trying to teach them rules and morals that he had once been void of.  He thought of looking at their tiny beautiful face and telling them about what he had done, how many people he had killed. Fathers were supposed to be superheroes, protectors how could they see him as anything but a villain after he told them his crimes.

“He just left, Steve,” you cried over the phone.

“Hey, hey, calm down. I’ll go find him, okay?” Steve spoke back in a calm voice.

“Okay,” you sniffled pathetically, trying to steady your breathing back to a normal pace. You trusted Steve,  so much so that if this was a happier situation you would be calling him to be the godfather of your unborn child.

“I want you to call Natasha, okay? You shouldn’t be alone.”

“Okay,” a new wave of tears started up as Steve said the word alone. He was right, you shouldn’t be alone, because Bucky was supposed to be there. He wasn’t supposed to just leave! He was supposed to stay and talk to you and tell you that he couldn’t handle a baby if that was the problem and the two of you were supposed to make a decision together.  Once you got off the phone with Steve, you called Natasha who vowed to be at your apartment in five minutes despite living a half an hour away. She was there in three minutes.

Steve headed out to go search for Bucky, he had a good idea of where he would be. Sometimes when things got to be too much Bucky would go to central park.  There was one bench in front of a pond that he would sit at and just stare out at nothing. Steve supposed it was peaceful, at the very least,  no one bothered him. Steve walked through the park keeping his eyes peeled for his friend. He wasn’t exactly surprised that Bucky reacted this way, but he was disappointed. You weren’t just his best friend’s fiance, your were his friend too. Hearing you sob on the phone broke his heart.

Bucky was at the bench, as Steve expected, with his head in his hands. Steve stopped a few feet away and sighed heavily. He took out his phone to text Natasha, knowing that if he sent you a message you would call and demand to speak to Bucky.

-I found him.

-Kick his ass for me- Natasha responded.

Steve was honestly considering going through with her request. Nevertheless he continued forward until he was standing in front of Bucky.

“What fuck, Bucky?” Steve sighed. Bucky’s head snapped up to see Steve standing in front of him with his arms crossed in front of his chest and an irate expression on his face. Steve looked down at him, taking noticed of his red eyes and nose.

“I… I can't… she’s pregnant and I-”

“And you thought you were just going to leave?” Steve asked incredulously.

“No!… Yes… I don’t know. Steve I can’t raise a baby. I don’t deserve a baby. I don’t even deserve Y/N but she wanted me for whatever reason and-”

“Bucky who the fuck cares?!” Steve exploded, “What kind of stupid are you? She’s pregnant! With your baby! This isn’t the time to talk about whether or not you deserve a baby, because, god permitting, you’re having one and she needs you, you fucking idiot.”

“She’d be better off-”

“Shut up! No she wouldn’t! Now listen to me. No one could ever properly deserve Y/N alright? No one. She’s too amazing, it’s a damn blessing just to know her. For some reason she chose you, Bucky. I  don’t know why she did it, but she did. She wanted to marry you. Now she’s having a baby for you. You don’t question what god is giving you, Buck. You just take it and you cherish it. You want to make up for the shit you’ve done? Start with loving her well, and being a father to that baby, and raising her right. Walking away is not an option,” Steve leaned forward, really glaring at Bucky as he spoke.

“…You’re right,” Bucky nodded after a moment.

“Of course I’m right. Come on. I’m taking you back to Y/N.”

“I left my car… somewhere.”

“You are such an idiot sometimes,” Steve shook his head smiling a little as Bucky stood up. Steve threw an arm over Bucky’s shoulder, “Oh, Natasha’s probably going to kick your ass.”

“Fair enough.”

Natasha held you in her arms, rocking you gently side to side.

“I’ll co-parent, if all else fails,” she smiled as you laughed a little at that, “I bet Steve would help too. We’d be one big weird family.”

“Thanks, Nat,” you smiled.

“No need.” she waved off the thanks holding you tighter and resting her cheek a top your head, “If you really wanted to thank me you’d name her after me.”

“I don’t even now the sex,” you complained.

“Doesn’t matter. Name them Natasha.”

As you laughed a little at her silliness there was a knock at your door.

“Who is it?!” Natasha yelled.

“Special delivery! I got a stray husband-to-be to return here,” Steve called back.

“It’s unlocked!”

Steve opened the door and walked in with Bucky in tow. As Steve saw you and Natasha he smiled, opening his arms to you, bending to hug you on the couch. He kissed your forehead then stood straight to look at Natasha. She had Bucky by the collar and appeared to be growling things to him in Russian. It was to be assumed that she was threatening his life.

“Come on Nat. You can’t kill him now. He’s gonna be a dad,” Steve beckoned light heartedly as he made his way back to the front door.

“I can be the child’s father,” she shrugged, “you can help. Me and Y/N figured it all out,” she spoke to Steve, but continued to look at Bucky as she walked towards the door. Once Natasha and Steve were gone, Bucky sat down heavily beside you. You looked down at your hands afraid to look at him.

“We can… we can figure something out, Buck. I don’t want to lose you,” you were on the verge of crying again. Bucky sighed, feeling more awful than he did to begin with. He pulled you into his arms and crushed you gently against his chest

“I’m not going any where and I’m sorry I made you think so… this is great… too great. I thought it was more than I deserve and it probably is but it’s not about that. This is about you… and our future child. I want to marry you so we can raise this baby together. We’ll figure out everything else as we go,” he vowed.

~Mod Lillian

Inktober Day 2: Barefoot
(based on this prompt list)
Pairing: StarkSpangledWinterHawk - focused on Winteriron
Length: 1300 words
Summary: Bucky is sleepwalking when he has a bad dream. Tony comforts him.

Tony jerked awake because of the absence. He rubbed at the ARC-reactor and briefly thought with dream-foggy brain, wow, I did get used to their presence. He didn’t expect that, but here he was, missing his boyfriends even while sleeping. He yawned, and get up to retreat to their room… only to realize he was in their room already. Only the others weren’t.

His mind finally kicked in, giving him the necessary information that Steve and Clint were both on a mission, so them being away was completely normal, nothing to worry about. Bucky, on the other hand… he should’ve been here. They fall asleep wrapped in each others’ arms. Tony’s heartbeat skyrocketed. “Friday?”, he asked quietly, out of breath in a second. The AI was not as familiar with him as Jarvis were - probably never ever will -, but she responded immediately.

“Mr. Barnes left twenty minutes ago, and is currently located in the swimming pool area.”

The answer only made Tony’s worry worse, and he basically sprinted out of the room, toward the lower level.

How did Bucky even get down there? The doors should’ve been locked and sealed. It’s not like mere doors could hold back the former Winter Soldier long, but breaking one means alerting Friday, and therefore alerting Tony, and…

Tony stopped as soon as he entered the hall. Bucky was near the open blue of the water. He wore his pajamas: comfortable Hawkeye-purple sweetpants, an Iron Man hoodie and Steve’s original dog tags around his neck. (Actually, all of his clothes were Avengers-themed. Since Bucky realized the first floor gift shop could provide any and every clothing item with the team’s merchanise, he refused to wear anything else.) He was also barefoot, frozen in his place with one foot in a puddle, and Tony’s heart sank as he realized his boyfriend was silently sobbing between muttered words.

“Hey, sweetheart”, Tony called, but got no response at all. Bucky’s posture was tense and submissive: shoulders hunched, metal arm loose next to him and flesh arm hugging his own torso. His head was so lowered that a vertebra was painfully sticked out on the nape of his neck.

Tony moved closer cautiously. “Baby, whatever it is, it’ll be all right.” He got around the other man in as big circle as the pool allowed him, and walked closer from the front. Bucky stared at the ground, blind, unblinking. Tony cursed under his breath.

Just as he expected: Bucky was trapped in one of his nightmares. Good dreams never made him sleepwalking.

That’s why Tony installed a door-locking protocol to the Tower. To avoid Bucky wandering away until he comes to his senses. “Friday, how did Bucky end up here?”

“I’m afraid Mr. Barnes overrode my protocol, boss.”

“In his sleep?”

“In his sleep”, Friday confirmed, and damn, that was impressive. Tony wasn’t sure that anyone beside Bucky and Natasha would be able to hack into his AI, and they had the advantage of knowing how Tony and Friday worked, but doing it while not really conscious? Damn.

Tony forced himself to pay attention to the present situation, since drooling over the Soldier’s hacking abilities was pointless at the moment. He couldn’t understand Bucky’s quiet Russian murmuring, since he was barely audible, but he’d recognize that tone anywhere: that was the sound of being in pain and begging for relief.

A Hydra memory, then.

Tony had to decide what to do. Doctors, including Bruce, always warned against waking up the sleepwalking person, especially if that person was an unpredictable supersoldier with a healing brain from past trauma, but letting Bucky stay in some godawful nightmare was on the edge of torture. Tony was always the man of risks, and just standing and watching his boyfriend’s suffering while not doing anything was really out of the question.

He clapped his hands three times, almost aggressively loud.

Bucky cried out and staggered backwards.

“Bucky, James, it’s okay, it’s me!”, Tony called at the same time, and was already next to Bucky, hugging him close to his chest, ignoring the fact that he could’ve been killed by a single blow if Bucky would react violently.

“Net, pozhaluysta…”, the first two word still came out in Russian, but then Bucky woke up more, and he shut up to finally assess his surroundings. His sobs were cut the moment he was awake, but his face was still wet with tears. “Tony…”

“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty”, Tony murmured into his ears, tightening his hold on him. “It was a dream, just a nightmare, it’s over now.”

Bucky clutched to Tony like his life depended on it, but still he moved both of them backward, floundering away from the light-reflected surface of the water. He shut his eyes close, and took some shaky breaths, trying to ground himself.

“Wasn’t just a dream”, he argued, and he sounded weak. Tony’s heart ached, but at the same time, he felt proud. It took a long time for Bucky to open up to anyone, and Tony was honoured to be among the trusted few. “Memory.”

“You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want.”

“I don’t want”, Bucky shrugged. “But Doc says I can’t repress everything”, he added after a brief pause. “Wet. The water. It… They used…”, he stammered with his words, and he had to start again. “Electricity. As a punishment. They locked me up in a cell where there was always water on the floor and if I misbeheaved… it just needed a little spark and… y'know I was already afraid of electricity.” He hid his face behind his metal palm. Tony hold him closer and tried to bottle up his anger toward long-dead people, to be as calm and collected and reassuring as his boyfriend needed right now. “Because of the machine. And I’d… I wanted to do anything just to avoid… God, I did so much to…”

That was the point where Tony lost it and couldn’t hold back his words. “No, baby, it’s not your fault, remember? We’re over this, it’s not your fault, all the blame is on them, you are innocent in their crime. And it won’t happen ever again, I promise, I swear, we’d never let it happen again.”

Bucky still didn’t lift his head.

“I know it’s awful, Bucky, believe me, I know.” Tony had his own share of torture and water-related trauma, and after tonight, he was quite sure he won’t even bear to shower for a few days. “But you can trust me, you can trust us. Me and Steve and Clint? We’d die before we let anyone harm you again, sweetheart.”

Bucky finally let his hand fall to his side, and instead he hid his face in Tony’s shirt. “I know”, he whispered.

They stand there for a while, hugging each other. Tony enjoyed Bucky’s warm presence in the embrace, and felt the slow process as the other’s pulse resettled into its normal, steady rhythm. The fact that he was able to offer comfort to Bucky made him felt better too, helped him to calm down as well.

“I’m sorry”, Bucky said after a good ten minutes of silence.

“You don’t have to”, Tony reassured him. “Wanna call Steve or Clint?”

“Nah, I’d rather stay with you”, Bucky confessed, and Tony couldn’t suppress a happy smile at that. Bucky lifted Tony’s hand to his mouth and gave a light kiss on it. “My one and only Mechanic.”

“And my one and only tin soldier”, Tony teased back immediately. The silly nicknames showed they were over the hardest part of the night. “And Bucky?”


“From now on, we’ll sleep with socks on. These tiles are freezing my feet.”

Bucky chuckled back a little laugh. “If you say so…”

anonymous asked:

LUV by Tory Lanez with Jackson from Got7 please???

Everyone falls in love sometimes

I don’t know ‘bout you but it ain’t a crime
Neefi let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby
Neefi let me touch you, neefi let me love you ‘til the morning, oh

LUV by Tory Lanez

Originally posted by markjin


The cameras weren’t on but Jackson loved to pretend to be your husband anyways.

You never fought him. Even though you weren’t one to give back the affection, you enjoyed every bit of Jackson’s. To think you’d find his clinginess annoying in the beginning of your arrangement for We Got Married…

Last time you had checked on the idol, he was eyeing himself in the full-sized bedroom mirror as he did his morning exercise (as he always did religiously). You on the other hand, decided to be of use and boil water for his organic green tea. The smell of tea always made your stomach turn. As a Caribbean born, you always correlated green tea as medicinal… it was damn near triggering. But you did what you had to be a caring “wife”. Despite cameras being off.

For the meantime, while you waited for the water to boil and went on your business making coffee for yourself, you pulled out your phone and let your Spotify music play on shuffle. Something you hadn’t been able to do for a while when the cameramen were around. Something about sponsorships and unpaid advertisement – however the hell that shit worked.

Of course, dancehall was bound to play along the way. Tory Lanez’s attempt of Dancehall (no shade) came on the up, and it was only right your hips swayed to it. You picked up the now boiling water and poured it’s hot contents into two mugs, your hips never losing beat to the riddim echoing against the studio apartment. You licked your lips and hummed the lyrics as you dropped the green tea in a mug and stirred.

“I don’t know ‘bout you but it ain’t a crime, Neefi let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby ~” You sang to yourself, picking up the mug and wining to the beat with a smile on your face – god it’s been a while since you’ve listened to native music.

Jackson crept the bedroom corner without much of a sound. His eyes fixated on you and the way your hips, foot work, and ass moved so perfectly timed to the beat – a part of him feeling a little guilty for watching you the way he was without you noticing. Jackson stepped forward, a goofy grin on his face, “Jagiya~!” He cooes, knowing damn well you weren’t really his jagi.

You quickly spun around, a little bit of the green tea splashing onto the kitchen floor. “Jesus, Jackson…” You huffed, clutching onto your chest. “You scared me…”

“Ah, sorry, sorry…” He apologized politely, the goofy grin still plastered on his face. Jackson approached you slyly. You narrow your eyes at him suspecting the worst. “I just smelled green tea!”

“Right…” You retort, handing over his tea, “I don’t know if I was supposed to add anything? I only just put the tea bag in.”

“That’s fine. No sugar.” He nods, blowing at the brim of the mug before taking a sip – his eyes still on you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jackson raises a brow and lowers the mug, “How am I looking at you?”

“I don’t know… it’s just a look.”

“A look?”

“A look, Jackson.”

“I can’t look at my wife?” You scoff and roll your eyes, leaving Jackson beaming in his victory. You turn your back to him, reaching for the instant coffee and a spoon to mix yourself a cup. Jackson sat around the kitchen island, watching you as you prepared your coffee, bobbing his head a bit to the dancehall. “What’s this you’re playing?”


“What’s the music? Reggae?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye and chuckle at the common mistake. “No. Reggae is softer than this. Dancehall.”

“Mmm…” He nods, the goofy grin back on his face as he stirred the tea bag around in the hot cup.

“There’s that look again!”

“I’m not doing a thing, Jagi.”

Your eyes narrow at him once more. You turn your full body to him, cup of coffee in your hand and leaned against the countertop, facing him. “I don’t trust you at all, Wang Jackson.”

“But I’m such a good boy.” He says, pretending to be offended. You don’t fight him. You instead roll your eyes, once again (something you found yourself doing quite often in his presence) and sipped the coffee. Silence fell between you two, but there was growing tension. More so on Jackson’s part than yours. Sitting on his side of the island counter, he kept a keen eye on you and showed interest in the Caribbean dancehall you had playing aloud in the kitchen. Probably a poor decision now that you thought about it. He could speak English… did that mean he could understand little bit of what was being said?

Dancehall had a reputation of being extremely sexual…

“What was that dance you were doing earlier?”

Your eyes dart upwards, making eye contact with him. You swallow hard and found yourself choking on the coffee a little. Jackson was quick to act, reaching out to pat your back, but you shoo him off. “No, no I – I’m fine –“ You say between coughs, laughing nervously. Jackson sat back down in his chair, eyeing you with concern in his eyes. “I was just… dancing? That’s how we dance to our music back home.”

“Ah…” He says with a slow nod. His fingertips caressing the sides of the hot tea cup. “Can I ask you something?”

“Are you asking for permission to talk?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Well – I mean, I –“ Jackson rock his head back and forth before catching on you were teasing him. “Ah! Jagiya! Don’t be so difficult.”

“But I’m such a good girl.” You say, mocking him from earlier.

“I just wanted to ask, as your loving husband who is very interested in his lovely wife –“

“Jackson –“

“As your loving husband,” he repeats, “I just wanna see you dance to it again.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just wanna dance like that too, jagi.”

“What for?”

“It was cool looking.” He says, crossing his arms with a pout, “What? Am I not allowed to learn about my wife?”

You scoff, setting your coffee mug down. “I can’t just teach you it.”

“Why not?”

“Because –“ You started, licking your lips and crossing your arms. You furrowed your brows feeling a little flustered, “It requires me to like… I have to…” Jackson leans forward, waiting for an answer that didn’t want to come out.

“What does it require?”

“We have to dance like… close.” Your voice softened towards the end.


“We have to dance close.” You repeated. Jackson eyed you questioningly. “You know. Close, close.”

“I’m not following.”

“I – We have to be close Jackson, what is there not to follow?” You huff. “It’s called wining. I have to literally grind up on you. Like – ass to crotch.”

Jackson sat up straighter, look down at you from his seat with ears and cheeks tinted pink. “Oh.”


“Well.” He says, straightening out his shirt and clearing his throat. “That just makes me want to do it more.”

Your face went deadpan. “I’m going to commit man slaughter on this set.”