get ready to forget you have legs

Please pay attention to the following:
When you see the person you “like”
does your palms get sweaty? Knees get weak?
Arms are heavy? Butterflies floating all around in your belly?
You’re nervous, but on the surface you look calm and ready
to spit game, but you keep on forgetting
the pickup line that you picked out
you’re stuck in a trance and your legs are moving now
you’re in front of the person that you like
and your feelings won’t come out – you’re choking now
the room feels smaller now, then you run to the bathroom
and it’s all over now

No I’m joking.

When you see the person you “like”
do you find yourself staring at them?
Picturing a future with them?
Having daydreams and night dreams about them?
Going through happy times and heartbreak
but not minding it one bit as long as
you’re going through all of that with them?

Stop. You’re falling victim to the Falling in Love disease. Please get that checked out before it becomes incurable.

When you see the person “like”
do you find yourself hesitant to text them?
When you press send, it feels like you’re bothering them?
And now you’re anxiously waiting for their reply
and every time your phone chimes you rush
only to be disappointed because it was your stupid game app
and waiting feels hopeless but you still have hope
and when they finally text no matter the time length
your heart is beating fast and you’re thinking
“What am I going to say next?”

Stop. You have the Falling in Love disease. Please go check with your local doctor to find a cure.

When you see the person you “like”
do you see yourself and them together
every time you hear a love song?
Do you find yourself overthinking responses
just in case they talk to you today?
Do you find yourself disappointed when they don’t talk to you
but then convince yourself that you’re fine
then go home and say you don’t need nobody
and you play i - i love myself

Stop. There’s no hope for you.

When you see the person you “like”
do you find yourself writing about them?
You never were a poet or loved poetry before
but they give you this inexplicable feeling
their presence drove you to dedicate lines to them?
And when you finally felt the courage to express your feelings
you found out that they have a boyfriend or a girlfriend
and you feel crushed because you don’t like them
you love them and that’s why like was in quotation marks

So stop because the doctor found out that you were already in love, and there’s no diagnosis on how long your heart has to live.

Are you in love? Because I am.

—  Are You in Love?
Of Dates And Misunderstandings

Happy Birthday Sarah ( @lifeinahole27 ) <3

Here’s a little something for you. I am so glad that this time I got something out for your birthday. And I didn’t forget to tag you. It should have been up at your midnight but I will assume there is still somewhere when it’s just the beginning of your birthday.

Special thanks to @ladyciaramiggles and @space-whales for beta reading. Thank you so much. <3

Of Dates & Misunderstandings (T-rated) AO3

Emma’s leg started jittering as she waited for her laptop to power on. She missed the comfort of her bed but with the wine she had already drank she was reluctant to get too relaxed, lest her mind wandered to less than innocent territories that she wasn’t ready for yet. She still believed that online dating sites were a farce, especially ones with the cliched names like - Happy Endings. But, drunk Emma made questionable decisions and signing up to an online dating site at Ruby’s prodding was one of them. She signed in and carefully made her visibility selective. She didn’t want the entire world to know she was online and having to fend off sleazy come-ons that would put her perps to shame.

No, Emma was interested in only one - therealkillianjones.

Emma was intimately aware of the nitty gritty of an online dating website, she had used them too many times to lure in her perps. Men were predictable that way. Act a little coy, laugh, or in this case, send a winky emoji on their crass pick up line and -boom- you had a date. She had fake profiles set up on many of these platforms but Ruby raved about the advantages of finding dates through them, gushing about the men and women she had met. So one day, Emma sat with her friend after sharing a bottle of wine between them and proceeded to set up her profile. Though drunk, they had  created  her profile including as much information as they could without revealing  too much. It was fun while it lasted. Together they had vetted potential suitors and fended off some sleazy ones - a nice way to blow off some steam. So, she was surprised to get a direct message from someone named therealkillianjones.

therealkillianjones - Oh My God! I love that quote and the book. It’s one of my favorites.

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Writer’s Block 6.2

Originally posted by sensuous

It’s finally time for an update! The next chapter will be the last for this universe. Hope you like this piece, and you can find the entire chapter, plus any you’ve missed, on AO3 and FFnet. Also, I keep forgetting to say that this is for @katnissdoesnotfollowback‘s bday back in December and I’m slow at writing these days. At this rate the last chapter will be posted on her birthday in four months. 😬 Heart you all! Pbg 

 I wake Monday morning and immediately check my email. I make a note to myself while logging into Gmail that I’m way too anxious to hear from a boy. I force the thought that he probably didn’t send anything to the front of my mind so I can crush the hope that sits like an immovable weight in my chest. They battle and rage at each other as I watch the rainbow wheel of death circulate for minutes. The computer goes dark and I groan. Not again. “Piece of shit.”

I snap it closed and start getting ready for class. I’ll see him there and casually mention that it crashed again. If he did get into the doc last night and tried to chat, then at least he’ll now I wasn’t avoiding him or anything. And I won’t have to tell him that I waited up with my computer open and logged in just so I could catch him if he did.


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“He’s All Cockshow but No Action”

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader (female pronoun)

Genre : Romance

Warning : Beware! Semi cocky Tom Holland up ahead! Sorry, I can’t imagine this little cup of English Breakfast Lunch and Dinner could be cocky more than how I’ve wrote… Oh and also the changing POV, don’t want y’all to get confused

Word Count : 2337 words

A/N : I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR NOT UPDATING IN SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME!! This story is tbh longer than I had expected to write but then again I need to set up a foundation to the story and also characters that correlates with everyone and the plot is also important… And I really had a rough time stopping myself. And btw I’ve been watching Desperate Housewives and whoever wants to bitch out the characters from the series (1-4, I’m slow, I know) come join me in my message box! I’d love to show the world that I’m not as lonely as what my ex thought I am. GUESS WHO HAS 338 FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR WILSEN!!! Anywho, love is always welcomed and thank you for the request to this story although I’m not opening any request box but I just got inspired the second I read the word ‘hey could you make a cocky Tom Holland imagine?’ I’m a sucker for this British scone. H A L P M E H.

Originally posted by kara

(Y/N)’s POV

“…And yes! Tom Holland’s co-star in the Spiderman movie trilogy confirmed to the rumour! (Y/N) told TMZ, ‘I have always admired Tom, he was a great co-worker but you know… He’s more than that to me’ and when asked what she meant by that she said, ‘You know, everyone has a celebrity crush, right?’ Though she didn’t really confirm nor deny it, we can all safely say that Hollywood’s bright star is crushing on her co-star! I’m-”

“I can’t believe this is happening…” I muttered in utter defeat after turning the tv off.

The news that I’m so totally into Tom Holland was spreading fast like a wildfire after the last interview I had had with TMZ a couple of days ago and TMZ just had the audacity to make it seem like I am head-over-heels for Tom.

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Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Seven}

Author’s Note: This is the cutest part and a little heated. Big thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading and helping me with some decisions. You guys are gonna love it, hopefully!

Originally posted by amazing-otp-moments

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She's Going to Burst!

(The descriptions still need work.)

She told me I’m too goody-goody in the bedroom. Most of the time she wants a gentleman but once in a blue moon she’s in the mood for something else.

“I want you to hurt and humiliate me and we’ll have fun!” were her exact words. She elaborated with a list of things like dog collars and horse whips but my fantasies were headed in a different direction.

I came up with a naughty plan but didn’t tell her the whole thing at once. I said we’d carry on like it was a normal day but she had to follow my rules. She didn’t know where things were going but she was ready to play along.

I told her to change into something nice with a short skirt and we’d go out.

“The first rule is you have to swallow anything I tell you to.” I demonstrated by taking out a juice box and inserting the straw between her shapely smiling lips. “You can nullify this and all other rules by telling me the safeword,” I added as she sucked on fruit juice.

She took the straw out of her mouth long enough to ask one question. “Do you pick it or do I?”

She choked with laughter when I said the safeword was “burst.”

We needed groceries so that was the first thing we did. I promised her things would get more interesting. She was perky and optimistic.

When we carried the bags to the car I made her stop to perform a favor. I took a water bottle out of the plastic and pointed it at her mouth.


She looked annoyed but unscrewed the cap and started drinking.

“Faster!” I said. I got a kick out of watching the muscles in her neck work as she glugged it down. When she finished she was struck with a look of embarrassment. Some people were staring at us.

“Another!” I commanded. I was gonna make sure more people stared. “Drink this one like you’re dying of thirst.” I took off the cap and physically stuck the neck of the bottle into her face. She drew back a bit then eagerly wrapped her lips around the plastic. She made exaggerated sounds of quenched thirst as she drank the water so quickly and sloppily that some of it ran down her neck and made her top wet.

“Good girl!” We continued to the van.

At home she started walking to the bathroom before the groceries were put away. I grabbed her wrist.

“Uh-uh-uh!” I scolded. “That’s the second rule. No going to the bathroom without asking me for permission.”

“Can I have permission?”

“Not yet.”

After we’d put away the groceries she asked again.

“No,” I answered again.

“How do I get permission?”

“You’ll find out.”

She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss.

“Good girl! You can’t go to the bathroom though.”

Her enthusiasm was waning but she perked up again when I said we should go on a romantic picnic. She wasn’t hungry yet so I suggested we take a long walk to work up an appetite.

I used the bathroom before we left. She just stood outside the door with her arms crossed.

We selected a picnic site and packed everything up and took to the bike trail. I spotted the bathrooms before she did.

“I know what you want,” I said and I motioned to the silhouette of the woman in the dress.

“Yes I want it,” she said.

“Do you really need to?”

“I do.”

“Then you need to ask.”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

“That’s poor grammar.”

“May I go to the bathroom?”

“Still not right.”

“May I please have permission to go to the bathroom?”

“No.” I had something else in mind. I took hold of her hand and led her to the drinking fountain. She started to struggle when she noticed where we were headed. “You have to swallow,” I reminded.


“That’s the rule. If you’re sick of funny rules you know what to say.”

“No I won’t use the safeword. I want to see how this plays out even if it’s no good.”

Once she relented I was able to bend her knees and press her head down to where her mouth could receive the stream of water. I turned the knob and made sure she got a nice long drink.

“People are looking,” she whispered accusingly when I released her. She used her wrist to wipe away the water that was running down her chin. “They think you’re hurting me or something.”

“Then explain it,” I whispered back. “Try to sound frisky.”

“Don’t mind us,” she said to the elderly couple who were walking by. “We’re just playing.”

“That was nice,” I said. “You got the flirtatious sound without laying the sexiness on too thick.”

“Now may I have permission?”

“Not yet.”

Before long we were at the picnic spot. We were both pretty hungry by then but she had a more urgent need. I could tell by the way she was skipping and hopping around as we set down the blanket and got the food ready.

“What do I have to do to go to the bathroom?”

“I’ll tell you later. Try not to ask so often.”

“It’s hard not to!”

“Don’t get testy.”

We sat on the blanket. She fidgeted a little but got comfortable and seemed to forget her need. We had a nice dinner and didn’t talk about bathrooms. I was sure to remind her before we packed up.

“Do you want more to drink?”


“But you’ll drink it anyway. Watch while I pour.”

She snapped her legs together and shuddered as she watched the thin stream of yellow liquid slowly flow into the clear plastic cup.

“Those are such nice liquid sounds,” I teased. “Wouldn’t it be great to hear that happening under you while that shapely bottom of yours was perched on the comfortable horseshoe seat of a public toilet?”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked in a desperate tone. “I’ll do anything. Not literally anything but…” she trailed off as she shifted into a different sitting position.

“I won’t let you use the bathroom here but you may use the one at home.”

“That’s a long walk,” she complained as she uneasily stood up.

“What’s the matter? Think you’ll have an accident?”


“Did you already have an accident?”


“Why don’t I check?” I only brushed her leg but she jerked away forcefully.

“No!” she repeated in a more playful way.

“I bet the seat of your panties is all wet.”


“Then show me.”

We ran around a bit and once more attracted attention to ourselves. I brought the chase to a stop by saying “I can make you drink the rest of the lemonade.”

“No! There’s most of a liter bottle left!”

“Show me your panties or I’ll make you swallow every drop.”

She spun around and flipped up her skirt and her white cotton underwear caught the bright summer sunlight.


When the skirt fell and she stood up straight again she noticed a woman with two little kids was looking at us wide-eyed.

“Sorry! I got a little too frisky.”

“Good girl!” I said to my red-faced sweetheart.

“This is no good!” she said in a not so frisky voice as we were walking back home.

“What did you want?”

“Something kinky.”

“That’s what this is.”

“This isn’t what I asked for.”

“You asked me to hurt you.”


“Well doesn’t it hurt?” I asked as I motioned to her crotch.

“Yes but that’s not it.”

“You also asked me to humiliate you.”


“But aren’t you humiliated? You’ve made a few scenes in public.”

“Yes but it’s not kinky.”

“I think it is. I’ll tell you one thing I’m having fun.” That was about when we passed the other set of bathrooms.

“What do I have to do to go to the bathroom? Flash my panties again?”


“If we go over into the woods I’ll flash my breasts.”

“I still won’t let you use that bathroom.”

“I’ll flash everything! I’ll take off my panties. I’ll bend over a tree trunk. You can go to town! Just please let my go to the bathroom!” She accentuated the end of the sentence by stamping her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. It was a natural motion because her legs had been jumping and dancing around a lot lately.

“You’ll use the bathroom at home.”

“That’s such a long way to walk!”

“We’ll take a shortcut.”

The shortcut took us to a babbling brook.

“You jerk! You’re doing this on purpose!”

“Of course.”

“Where’s the bridge?”

“We can step over this creek.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“Just a hop.”

“I don’t think I can do it.” Her legs were plastered together and she was rocking from side to side.

“Then I know what to do.” I put the bags down and walked to her.

“What are…” she stopped saying words and let out a shrill squeal instead as I hoisted her up off the ground.

“Are you all right?” I asked the woman in my arms.


“Still dry?”

“Yes! Just carry me across the creek already!”

I did and then I crossed over again and back for the bags. She had her hands over her ears.

“Can’t stand the sound of flowing water?” I asked as I took her hands by the wrists.

“You’re touching me so much today,” she said. I was starting to feel like I’d gone too far but then she took my hands and pulled me close to her. “Don’t stop.” I could feel her squirm uncomfortably as we hugged.

“It’s not that far to get home,” I said. “I’ll race you! We’ll each take one bag and if you get home before me the rules are all null and void.”

“If you get home before me?”

“Then you’ll need permission to enter the house.”

She didn’t stop to think about it. She just ran. I’ve never seen those legs work so hard. But my legs are longer and stronger. I was waiting on the back porch as she trotted up panting and shaking.

“You must be parched. Have some more lemonade.”

She didn’t fight it but she wouldn’t put her hands on the bottle. I fed her like a baby as she laid on her side.

“That’s enough,” she said after swallowing about a quart and standing up.

“No it’s not!” I grabbed her around the waist and made her sit on my lap on the steps.

“If I have an accident it’s gonna go on you,” she pointed out.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” I said as I inserted the neck of the bottle into her mouth.

This time she was the one who noticed we were being watched. As I lowered the empty bottle she hollered “We’re just being lovey-dovey!” to our neighbors across the street.

“Good girl!”

“May I use the bathroom in the house?”

“Not yet.”

“How do I earn permission?”

“Keep being lovey-dovey.”

I sat on the porch swing and invited her to take a seat next to me. She sat down and leaned over and practically melted to my body. She kissed me all over my head and neck and ran her arms up and down my body. I’ve never seen (or felt) her so lively before. Her legs were kicking in the air.

“Good girl!” I said when she slowed down and put one hand between her legs. “You have permission to enter the bathroom.”

She shrieked in delight.

“You may use the toilet once you perform one final act.”

“No! What? Oh whatever let’s just go inside.” She ran in place as I took out my keys and unlocked the door. She ran to the bathroom and waited inside. She had an urgent look in her eyes as she stared at the toilet without a word.

“What do I have to do?” she asked as I came in with some old towels. I covered the floor in case of an accident.

“You can use the toilet after I do.”

“That’s all?”

“But you have to watch. Get down on your hands and knees. There’s a good girl.”

She was on one side of the toilet staring at the bowl she desperately wished she was on top of. I stood on the other side. I felt a little silly about what I’d planned but I still followed through. I unzipped my fly and opened the seam in my boxers. The look on her face when I pulled out my manhood assuaged my embarrassment.

“I’ve gone too long without seeing that,” she said.

“The toilet?” I asked with a smile.

“I meant your penis but that’s true too.” She changed her position so she was sitting with her legs crossed and both her hands pressed between her thighs. “I’ve got a feeling between my legs that’s killing me and I don’t know how much of that is one thing and how much is the other.”

“Good girl!”

“I’m not just saying that you know.”

“Get back in your stance. Your legs have to be apart and your hands have to be on the floor.” She obeyed.

“Good girl,” I said again as I began relieving myself. I’d had a long wait too. I didn’t mean to make a sound but I exhaled loudly as the pressure in my bladder dropped.

I heard other sounds that weren’t coming from me. My lover squeaked and then whimpered softly. Those sad longing eyes were focused on the jet of liquid I was emitting with such pleasure. It hissed against the side of the bowl and made deep rumbling liquid noises as it turned the water yellow and foamy.

I managed to stop moaning but she started. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she let out this long pained sound. All four of her limbs trembled. My stream kept going strong. She had a while to wait.

“You can always say it” I reminded.

“I’ve waited too long to quit,” she said in a voice somewhere between a sob and a whimper. “Keep going.”

I did and boy did it feel good. It was just winding down when she made me jump.

“It’s coming out!” she screamed. There were a few drops on the towel below.

I was so startled I lost control of my direction and made some drops of my own. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face.

“Good girl! Still in position.” My bladder had attained a comfortable feeling of near-emptiness so I cut off my stream. “You’re such a good girl you have permission to pee in the toilet!”

Before the sentence was over she was sliding her panties down her thighs. There was a dark yellow spot shaped like a figure eight but the rest of the cotton was white and dry. I offered my hand and she took it. I pulled her off the floor as she glued her thighs back together and thrust her other hand in for good measure.

A golden drop was hanging off one of her knees at the end of a long liquid trail. More spots had appeared on the towel and new ones were showing up by the second. When she neared a standing position I saw two more drops slide down from behind her hand. The flesh was white she was applying so much pressure but something was still leaking through.

Between her efforts and mine we managed to get that pert little bottom of hers onto the toilet seat. I put my penis away and zipped up.

She moaned again and the volume and feeling were now multiplied by ten. But even the pleasureful sounds coming out of her lungs couldn’t muffle the liquid sounds coming out of her bladder. She went at that toilet bowl like a sandblaster. The hissing was intense. So was the roar of the urine rushing into the toilet water. It was like the rapids of a wild river.

Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. She had an expression of utter pleasure that I’ve never seen on her face. Not in such good lighting at least.

Once her moaning abated she opened her eyes and noticed the extreme interest I was taking in her body and the liquid flowing from it. She spread her legs wide and scooted back so I could take in the view. I’ve fired urine off that forcefully a few times in my life but I never thought I’d see that kind of pressure from a woman. It was like a raging golden waterfall.

“Oh God! I thought my bladder was going to burst inside me!” she said as her stream slowed. I was staring at our combined output. I’ve never seen toilet water so yellow.

“Thanks for not saying ‘burst’ before we were done. I’m sorry I made you suffer for my gratification.”

“Are you kidding? I loved every minute!”

“That’s impossible!”

“I was acting…to some extent. Thanks for the lovely day.”

“It was a lovely day,” I concurred.

“It’ll be a lovely night too if you’re in the mood.”

You Abandoned Me-Part Nine (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: The team has swooped in to save (Y/N) and Bucky, thinking it wouldn’t be so hard. However they seem to be at a disadvantage as (Y/N) is kidnapped once again, hidden somewhere in the facility. Time is running out for them to get her back and not everyone is in a stable condition to do so.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence, blood, guns, swearing, arguments, distressing scenes


I felt extremely exhuasted, my eyes were aching as I tried to pry them open. That horrible ringing noise you get after a night out at a loud nightclub was ringing in my ears, making my headache spike. A huge wave of pain erupted through me and out of instinct I clutched onto my leg. It wasn’t bleeding so much anymore but the pain hadn’t subsided. Dry and wet blood surrounded the wound, seeping into my clothes and pooling around me. The shock was not as bad as before, though my mind still couldn’t process that I had been shot.

The room was dimly lit again, it was more of a corridor. It seemed that I had been left behind, lab coat wasn’t here and I couldn’t hear anything. The others were coming, I knew that, it was just the question of how long would I have to wait? How long had I been waiting? Surely it couldn’t have been long, I could have died from blood loss. I had no idea how big this place was, it could be hours until they found me. I prayed that everyone was safe, they had to find me soon.

As it seemed that I was in some sort of corridor, I could see doors at the end to my right. Could I make it all the way over there? Should I really be moving with my I injury and with people looking for me? Using what strength I had in me, I pulled my body into a sitting position, already feeling the toll. Maybe I should at least try to get round the corner, see what was there. Affer debating on what to do, I decided to try dragging myself to the exit. There was no way I was going to stand up, I had no strength in me. Using my good leg along with my arms, I tried with all my might to push myself across the damp, marble floor. It helped me to slide but the weight of my injured leg was holding me back. Groans, screams and tears were coming out of me; I probably had the worst strength in the world, this was the hardest thing I had ever had to endure.

My body collapsed flat out, heavy breaths escaping me as I gasped for air. This was pointless, I wasn’t even halfway. My hands were becoming blistered, another part of me that now hurt. Where were they!? I had never felt such pain before, was this what dying felt like?

“HELP! IS SOMEBODY THERE?!” I screamed, it echoed off the walls.

Of course there was no reply. They wouldn’t have forgotten about me but I really wasn’t sure how long I could last out here. I had never been shot before so I couldn’t compare it to anything else.

“Please….someone.” I whispered out.

As if someone had heard my prayers, I could hear footsteps coming my way. Although a part of me figured it could be someone who was not my friend, I didn’t want to live what could be my final moments in negativity (despite this whole situation). My eyes landed on their boots before seeing the rest of them, I immediately knew who it was.

“Steve.” I cried but this time in happiness. He was here.

“(Y/N)! Thank god you’re still alive.” he breathed out as he ran to me, taking me into his arms, having to ignore my cry of pain. He spoke into his coms.“I’ve located (Y/N), I’m on my way back. Get Bruce ready, her leg is still bleeding.”

I quickly kissed him, trying to forget how much it all hurt.“How long was I here for?”

“Too long. Did you try to drag yourself along the floor?” he asked as he saw the blood stains.

“Yeah. I wanted to get out of here.” I explained as he bandaged my leg quickly, pulling on it tightly to stop the blood flow.

Effortlessly lifting me into his arms, he started sprinting towards the door I had tried to crawl to. He was here, Steve, my Steve. We were finally getting out of here.

“Bucky! Let’s go!” Steve called out as the other super soldier waited up ahead.

“I’ve got to do something first.” he shouted back.“Head back to the quinjet, I won’t be long.”

Before we could stop him, he ran out of our sight. Steve seemed split, he knew he had to get me back to the quinjet but his unstable best friend was about to do something reckless. I knew Bucky was important to him but I didn’t know how much longer I could last.

“Steve,” I caught his attention,“I need to get help. Call one of the others to go after him.”

He nodded, continuing to run as he spoke into the coms.“Is anyone there? Bucky had gone rogue. I need someone to go after him.”

We arrived at a pair of double doors which Steve kicked open, revealing the outside world. I instantly shrinked away from the light, covering my eyes as they stung. Steve held me closer as he kept on running. I heard the engines whirring and felt us stepping onto it. Squinting through my eyelids, I could see the other members of the team, all looking worried as they spotted my leg. I was laid down onto the makeshift hospital bed, Bruce instantly rushing to my side.

“Steve!?” I cried out as I saw him move away.

“I’ll be right back, I promise!” He turned to me.

“Don’t leave me again, please don’t go!” whatever Bruce was doing, it was hurting.

“I’m just getting Bucky back! I love you!”

He was gone again.

I heard Clint’s voice.“Rogers! Get back! We need to leave now, there are hostiles surrounding the area!”

Then Tony’s.“Cap if you don’t get back here now, you are putting us all in danger, especially (Y/N). We don’t know if we can hold these guys off.”

No one knew what to do. They couldn’t leave the super soldiers behind but they had out us in a hostile situation. Bruce carried on with his work, injecting me with some sort of anesthetic. Steve had abandoned me again. Why couldn’t someone else go after him? All of the past events started to catch up with me, mixing in with the drugs. All my caring left me. Not wanting to face it anymore, I let sleep consume me, desperately hoping that everything would be better when I woke.


I startled myself awake by coughing, my throat feeling awfully dry. A cup of water was brought to my lips which I gulped down graciously. As my senses came back to me I realised I was laying in a hospital bed and I knew I was back at the tower. The nurse took back the cup, moving around me to check my vitals. As I splattered a little more, I felt how much I was hurting. Lifting the bedsheets, I saw the leg I was shot in now bandaged up.

“How are you feeling?” the nurse asked, clipboard in hand.

My throat was croaky.“It still hurts.”

“You were lucky it went straight through. It didn’t hit anything serious, so a nice and easy surgery for us.” she smiled.

“Thank you.”

“I’m going to get you some food and your medicine. I’ll be right back.”

Sighing to myself, I closed my eyes as I felt a cool breeze come through the window. It looked like such a beautiful day outside. I couldn’t tell by the nurse’s body language whether the team was alright or not. I needed to see Steve, even if I was a little upset with him. I heard someone coming back, assuming it was the nurse, which meant I was surprised when Sam entered the room. I smiled at him, glad to see a familiar face.

“Hi.” I mumbled, still trying to regain my voice.

“Hey, how you doing?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Alright considering I was shot in the leg.”

“Good. Doctors said if we didn’t find you sooner the operation might have not been so successful.”

I shivered at that.“What about the others? Is everyone ok?”

His smile disappeared.

“Sam? Sam what’s happened?”

“Mostly everyone is fine. It’s just….I don’t know whether I should be telling you so soon out of surgery-”

“Well you have to tell me now!”

“Steve went after Bucky. Bucky was trying to locate the leader of this whole thing, wanting to kill him. Something must have come over him.”

“He’s still recovering.”

“You’re defending him now? Thought you hated the guy?”

I stayed silent.

“Uh, turns out all of the guards were protecting the leader, Bucky and Steve walked right into it. They tried to fight them off-”

My hand clutched onto his arm, nails unintentionally digging into his skin.“Oh my god, Sam they aren’t dead are they!?”

“No! Not dead, just….very badly injured. Both are in care but Steve hasn’t woken up yet.”

“I need to see him! Take me now!” I started to sit up, not caring about the pain.

“No, you can’t move yet. I’ll see what I can do but just lay back down.”

I did as he said, still panicking.

“We don’t know the extent of the damage yet-”

“If he had just listened to me he wouldn’t be hurt! I told him not to go after Bucky, he even asked you guys to go after him.” I felt the tears building up in my eyes.

“Steve never contacted us when he was rescuing you. Only to let us know he found you.”

I slowly looked up at him.“What?”

Sam wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I was there when he said it.”

“It may have not come through, communications could have been down.”

I wanted to believe him, I really did. But if they hadn’t heard him, if he hadn’t contacted them, that meant he wanted to go after Bucky himself. He got himself into this mess because he always had to play the hero. Bucky definitely wasn’t getting out of this either. Two idiots putting my life in danger because they were too stubborn to just leave when they were instructed to.

“Is Bucky awake?”

“Yeah, but I’m not-”

“Take me to him. I need to speak to him.”


“He just put all of our lives in danger, he needs to be set straight.”

sleepyhead - vampire!bobby

Your eyelids flinched at the loud ringing of your alarm on your phone, waking you up for work in the morning. You had a whole two hours before work but you knew how hard it was for you to wake up in the morning, so you gave yourself some time to get yourself completely ready and move as slowly as you wished.

You reached over for your phone on the nightstand, turning off the annoying noise prompting you to wake up. You set the phone back on the nightstand and let your hand trail behind you on the bed in search of the soft fur of your kitty that went to bed with you last night. Instead your fingers poked against hard muscle as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and your body turned to face the other side.

His face mushed against the pillow and soft snores replaced your cat you were hoping to wake up in the morning to.

When morning came it wasn’t unusual to find Bobby hiding in your home. He would come at dawn, hosting himself through your open window or come through the front door when he lets you know to unlock it for him. He was much like a rogue, doing whatever he like so some days you wouldn’t see him at all. Â

As many times you told him not to get in bed with you, Bobby would plop himself next to underneath the covers making you give up telling him not to a long time ago.

You sat up in bed and pushed the covers off of you, swinging your tired legs over the edge of the bed before standing up. You stretched your body on your way to the bathroom, getting ready for the day as you let Bobby have a little shut eye.

Even if you didn’t like getting up early, it was worth having a nice shower and brushing your teeth without being in a rush. You even got to do your morning skincare routine without forgetting any steps. You felt refreshed when you left the bathroom, going into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. You set two mugs next to the coffee maker before crouching down to open up the bottom cabinet. A shake of the cat food bag and the sound of meowing and purring came out from the living room, your cat who was kicked out bed forgiving you at the sound of food being poured into her bowl.

You went back into your room, Bobby still slumped the way you left him. You took out your work clothes from your closet before dropping your towel and reaching over for the lotion. Bobby was knocked out to notice you were naked in front of him, putting your clothes on for work.

You checked yourself in the mirror before going over to your phone to check the time, seeing you still had a whole hour to spare. You went over to the curtain covered windows, grabbing a firm grip on each side before pulling them apart to fill the room with sunlight. 

Just like you expected, a loud yell from the bed made you look over as Bobby pulled the covers over his head.

“Stop playing!!”&#157; you heard his muffled yell underneath the covers as you leaned against the windows with a roll of your eyes.

“It won’t kill you.”&#157; You said loud enough over his groans. You didn’t flinch when the curtains were suddenly pulled shut, Bobby standing beside you with hands on the curtains as he gave you a scolding look. Instead of doing useful things with his inhuman speed, it was moments like these when you saw his powers come into effect.

“It still hurts like fuck though.”&#157; He grumbled before telling you not to pull them open again as he went over to get back in bed.

“Why don’t get your own place?”&#157; You grumbled, crossing your arms as you watched Bobby pull the covers over him.

“Why would I do that when I’m staying with you?”&#157; his mumbled voice asked underneath the covers.

You scoffed, going beside the bed. “You’re a freeloader who comes and goes when you want, you’re not even really staying.”&#157;

“You want me to be here with you more often?”&#157; Bobby asked, his head popping up from the covers, a playful smirk on his face.

You grabbed a pillow off the bed before smacking his head back down with it. “Don’t get full of yourself. I have to go to work soon.”

You pulled the pillow back to see his head laid back down, his soft snoring starting up again making you frown. You walked over to the other side and smacked the pillow against him as you called his name.

“Do you hear me-”&#157;

You let out a small yelp when you were suddenly grabbed, falling on top of Bobby with his arms holding you to him.

“You either get in bed with me or you go about your business.”&#157; His gruff mumble came out next to your head, his breath fanning over your hair. You peeked up at him, his eyes closed as he continued to fall back asleep. You let out a huff and settled against his chest. You guess it wouldn’t hurt to rest for a little while more.

to todd howard: it’s been almost a full year now, since the last e3. a full year since we had that chat on discord. since i asked you to cancel your lies, and since you threatened to cancel my life. it’s been hard since then, but i will never forget that day. that promise you made. one day, you will have to make good on that promise. you’ll have to kill me, todd howard

Revenge Prank (Inhumans Drabble)

Originally posted by squynhty

Word count: 2.1K

AN: So… this is for making you all wait a week. Not long, but hopefully you all like it!

Summary: Yixing forgot something important, and his two mischievous twins want him to suffer just a little bit. Sometimes, though, things don’t turn out the way it’s planned!

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Puppy Love Pt.8


October 6th. 3 Months Later…

“Hold on.”

I look at my beeping phone and see that Owen has sent me a message.

I need a drop to work today. I also need coffee.

“You can’t just say hold on during sex,” Ryan murmurs as he looks over my shoulder at my phone, “Why is he messaging you at 7 in the morning?”

“It’s Owen,” I say as I confirm his requests, “I have to say hold on for him.”

“You treat him better than you treat me,” he grumbles as he waits for me to finish my conversation with what he calls my soulmate.

“Not true,” I laugh as I set my phone back on the bedside table. I turn to him and cup his cheeks with my small hands, wrapping one leg around his waist. “I give you sex. He doesn’t get that.” I kiss him long and passionately enough that he almost forgets what we’re talking about. I can feel his excitement poking against me and, just when I think we’re about to return to our previous activities, he stops me.

“How do I know you don’t give him that?” he chuckles, rolling over to tower over me.

“I guess you’ll have to trust me,” I shrug, pushing him back to his side so I can get out of bed and get ready, ditching the idea of sex with him this morning.

“Amelia,” he whispers lowly and lovingly as I’m about to go to the bathroom. I turn and look at him, expecting him to ask me something. Instead, he says, “I love you.”

And, of course, I freeze.

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Cruise - Unexpected and Unwanted

Part 1

This is part one to the series Cruise, so creative I know~ This series will have three to four parts depending on how I write out the plot. And I’m sorry to the anon who had to wait so long for this! I hope it is okay for you and didn’t disappoint~

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Suho x Reader


You opened your eyes as you awoke from your sleep, you rocked gently, almost making you slip back into your much needed slumber. You had loved it here already, the serenity of being out on the ocean on a luxury boat, being able to feel like you could reenact the titanic…If you actually had a Jack. It was nice, sure you had come here alone but it was much needed, a getaway for one. Perfect. What more could you ask for?

You limply rose up, stretching your arms as you yawned. You were debating whether to have another hour of sleep, that was until you saw the time. 10:00 AM

You sighed knowing it wasn’t possible to get more shut eye, you needed to get up and get ready for the day ahead. You threw your legs over the side of the bed and jumped up, walking towards your en suite to wash up.

You walk out of your bedroom, not forgetting to take your camera with you to take some aesthetic pictures. You arrived at the main deck only to be welcomed by the shrill sounds of young girls screaming, something that everyone wants to hear in the morning. You tilted your head, trying to spot what was making the small crowd of about five girls scream out of excitement. That’s when you saw him. EXO’s one and only leader, Suho. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face nor could you help the rapid beating of your heart. Butterflies had somehow hatched in your stomach and were flapping their wings violently, creating several tornados deep within you.

He was so handsome, you couldn’t deny that. You weren’t a crazy EXO fan but you were crazy enough to know all their names and ages. You adored their songs but you could never forgive your self if you ended up being a crazed fangirl at your age, not when you were a reporter and came face to face with idols on a daily basis. But you had never seen anyone as big as EXO, and you sure as hell weren’t expecting your favorite member to be on the same cruise ship as you. What were the chances? Apparently very high.

You debated going over there, it looked as though he could do with a break from all the screams aimed at him. Then again would you be any better? You’d like to think you could keep your cool but, it’s Suho. And at the rate your hearts beating it’s a given that you were seconds away from fainting right there and then. You decided to sit on a sun chair besides the pool and wait for the crowd to disperse. Like that would happen any time soon.

You laid there, a mental battle going on whether you should wait or join the young girls. You decided to take some photos to maybe get your mind off of it all. You took one of the sky, the sun beaming around the edges of the photo. You smiled down at it, you didn’t like to brag but you had quite the knack for taking pictures, you have done since you were little. It’s what got you to where you were today, a well known reporter who always took good photographs without fail.

You took another glance at Suho, a couple of girls had left him be now leaving three others standing there. It was obvious he wanted them to go away and you began to wonder if it was a good idea to even approach him. Shaking your head you stood up from the sun chair and walked to the edge of the boat to take yet another photo. This time the sun was reflecting against and ocean waves creating quite a picturesque scene. You were definitely going to print that one.

You looked at Suho in wonder, surely he wouldn’t notice if you took a quick snap of him right? You thought it over, your fingers anxiously tapping on the camera lens.Come on Y/N…It won’t hurt anybody… just a quick one

You readied the camera and zoomed in to where Suho was laying, you made sure to get the right lighting although it didn’t really matter, he looked just as handsome without it. His black sunglasses stood out on his face and you so wished he wasn’t wearing them. Even when laying down his jaw line was still prominent and his brown hair was lazily hanging over his forehead, you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you felt like a total creep. What if someone caught you? Click Too late now.

You looked down at the camera, perfect. It was by far one of the best picture you had ever taken of someone, it’s just a shame that it was never asked for. You noticed it was too quiet, the fawning of young girls had disappeared and to your amazement, Suho was by himself. Your heart took over and your feet unconciously walked towards him, you cursed yourself, unable to stop your legs from moving. Although you couldn’t deny the little bubble of excitement within you, you also couldn’t deny that the family of butterflies from before had multiplied.

You finally arrived at your heart’s destination and mustered up the courage to speak to him. “H-hello! Erm I’m a fan of EXO and I never thought I’d actually see one of you, I just want to say that your voice is amazing and carry on being the best!” You internally cringed at your words but surely he must’ve heard worse. He lifted up his sunglasses and peered at your face, almost judgingly. You immediately started to feel self concious under his gaze and bit your lip, looking anywhere but where he was. You noticed his eyes moving from you to your camera. Shit. The photo! You said to yourself as you struggled to hide it from him. Maybe that was too obvious.

“Ah so you were taking photos of me a minute ago? Without me being aware? Whilst I’m trying to relax on holiday? Jesus least the other girls had the decency not to shove a camera in my face.” He looked generally annoyed making you flustered. You hadn’t meant to cause this, you just thought it was harmless. You tried to apologise but he cut you off half way through.

“Just get out of here you saesang, I can’t go anywhere without at least one of you following me around. I advise you don’t try to talk to me again and be warned that if I see you taking another photo of me there’ll be security measures. It’s like I need to learn everyone of your names just so I can get a restraining order on you all, disgusting really. Why can’t you just be like normal fans?”

You forced away the tears and bowed deeply, if you wasn’t welcome before you definitely weren’t now. You muttered another short apology and left him alone, making your way back to your cabin.

You couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of regret and sadness, you had never pictured yourself to be a saesang, purely because you would never be one. You couldn’t understand them, why they are the way they are and to be called one by your favourite idol… It didn’t feel right at all. It almost made you believe you were in fact one.

You sniffled into the pillows and brought your arms up to your cheeks to wipe away any stray tears. It was early afternoon now and you were starving, if you were going to risk being seen by Suho again you needed to put on a good face and prove yourself that you weren’t in fact the weirdo he believed you to be. You glanced at the camera on your bed side table…“You can sit this one out, you’ve gotten me in enough trouble as it is.” You said to it with a light smile, then turning towards the bathroom to have a much needed shower. It was going to be a long holiday, one you may wish you never went on.

Happy Birthday, manda-lore!

August 6 - Tony/Darcy for @manda-lore, office loving?

Written by @celiaequus

Now that Darcy was the official social media guru of the Avengers, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, she got her own office.  Brand-spankin’ new, with shiny furniture, a comfy pull-out couch, the latest Stark Tech doodads, and bullet-proof windows.

Explosion-proofing was a must.  The room was probably Hulk-proof as well.  Not that Darcy had anything against the Hulk or Bruce - they were both real sweethearts to her - but she really liked that couch.  And the pretty lace curtains.  She didn’t want a Hulk tantrum or a supervillain ruining her interior design efforts.

“Looking good, Lewis,” Tony said.  Darcy looked over her shoulder at the billionaire, who was leaning against the doorframe and leering at her.

“I did my best,” she said.  “Thanks for giving me the space, boss.”

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anonymous asked:

Oh, then it all happened because of that scary memory-destroying knife? So Bastion was getting the Silver all tanked up without giving her any rest right after the party, that is why she cannot hold the glass steady, and the stuff he pours in it for her spills all over his leg. And that is why the Silver's eyes look so unfocused - she was ready to pass out, so while Bastion was busy going down on her, she did pass out. Did Bastion forget this would happen because of the memory-destroying knife?

Truly you have a dizzying intellect.

BTS reacting to you having worked out too much and now having sore muscles

Oh, who doesn`t know that pain a day after having worked is indeed painful but you at least know that you were productive the day before:)

-Kiki <3



“I will prepare a nice warm bath for you so your muscles and your body can relax for a while…Do you want to drink something special for your bath?” *caring*

Originally posted by cappujjino

(ignore Jimin or don`t, it is your choice haha;))


“See, THAT is the reason I don`t work out…and rather sleep.”

Originally posted by jiminthebun


“Okay…then we will do some more sport so you don’t feel the pain from yesterday! Gotta keep it up and stay active.” He says motivated.

“But Hoseok, my legs are burning just from walking up the stairs…” You whine.

“That`s how it is supposed to be.” He answers seriously and drags you from the couch.

Originally posted by btsuga-r


“Well…I don’t really know how to help you with that but I once read that…” He starts but you interrupt him:

“Don`t you dare throw in a philosophical fact comparing it to my sore muscles I swear, Namjoon, you are single after that.”

“I actually wanted to say that I read that a long bath helps and I could prepare one for you if you like but okay…feeling slightly offended now.” He chuckles.

“Oh I am sorry, babe…a bath sounds great…”  You smile and hug him.

He rolls his eyes: “It is ready in 10 minutes…mind if I join, though? As a reparation for ‘you are single when you say a word about philosophy’?”

“No, not at all.” You laugh.

Originally posted by baebsaes


“I could massage your legs and back with a special oil, it always helps me when I have sore muscles…ah forget it, I am just going to get it and do it.”

Originally posted by jitamin


“We can cuddle!” He suggests.

“How is that supposed to help my sore muscles?” You ask confused.

“Don`t know, I just felt the need to cuddle with you…why do you even work out so hard…you don`t even need to overwork yourself with weights. Now cuddle with me.” He smiles and draws you in a hug.

Originally posted by hellosarang

(gosh those eyebrows)


“Should I give you a massage so you stop whini…oh oh.” He grins embarrassed, turning red as you glare at him.

“What did you say? I whine?”

“I said nothing! Hang on, I am getting this oil…!” *disappears for an hour*

“This kid…”

Originally posted by baebsaes

Thanks for reading!:)

None of the gifs are mine, credit to owners <3

Original Imagine: Imagine you’re at a party with Kol and you play ‘Never have I ever’ and then he asks you if you’ve ever had sex at a party before and when you don’t drink he says ‘Would you like to change that?’

Author: puellaigmotum

Reader gender: female

Word count: 2,685

Warnings: smut, blood drinking

       ‘I can’t believe he’s talking to Ruby Adams! I mean, she’s in the jazz band! The jazz band! Who in their right mind would join the jazz band of their own free will?’

You started to blank out Caroline’s ranting at this point. Despite her being very much in love with Tyler, Caroline still had opinions about who went out with whom. For example, Oscar McCoy, whose party you were currently at, couldn’t date anyone but a cheerleader as he was a jock. So, the fact that he was dating Ruby Adams, who was, according to Caroline, very low on the social food chain, was beyond outrageous.

‘Remember, Caroline, that you are in love with a hybrid and the original hybrid loves you,’ you remarked as you took a swig of your drink as you watched Bonnie and Elena dance in the middle of the makeshift dance floor of Oscar’s house.

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Dating Jungkook Would Include...

This is a present for our Kookie! I got help from a group of people so if they’re reading this rn they know who they are. Thank you!

- Him teaching you literally everything you don’t know very well since he most likely knows it and wants to show off.

- Going on dates that are relaxing and tranquil, which take place mostly during the evening.

- Him taking photos of you, drawing you, or writing about you. Sometimes he’ll show you what he did but most of the time he keeps it a secret until he finds a way to give them to you as gifts.

- You becoming his muse or inspiration for the things listed above.

- Him requesting you to sing or dance with him even when you say you’re not good at them.

- You being teased about your height constantly. However, when you’re angry at him for it he’ll end up trying to please you until you’re happy again.

- Showing very little pda when you’re not alone, and only holding hands or kissing each other’s cheeks.

- Him being more affectionate when you’re alone together. Sometimes you’ll end up cuddling, other times it’s more than that 😉

- You copying his “trademark” outfit which consists of; timberlands, a white t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a beanie.

- Getting him different colored shirts since you like seeing him in shirts that aren’t white. You also think he has enough white shirts that could last him a whole month, so you never really get them.

- Sharing music with each other, stealing earbuds or phones to listen to said music.

- You getting him stuff for his phone so he doesn’t crack it and can actually have it be unscathed for more than a day.

- Talking to each other constantly cause he wants to hear your voice even if he isn’t that far away from you.

- You checking up on him if he’s on tour or in a different country but end up talking until it gets quite late for one of you.

- Going to any concerts, fanmeets, or hi-touches that you can go to in order to show your support for him and bts, or just to surprise him.

- You being his biggest fan and trying to get him to be embarrassed or shy because he knows that you’re watching his every move.

- Taking funny pictures of each other when you’re not looking. Keeping these pictures a secret until you need them as blackmail.

- Going out on dates to the arcade, fair, or amusement park and just having the best time together at those places.

- Him being competitive and winning any arcade game or video game you two play together.

- You being upset you lost but he gives you the prizes and a peck on the cheek.

- Him playing with your hair as you’re sitting together, sometimes messing around with different styles that he doesn’t see you wear.

- You being carried around or picked up as much as possible throughout the day.

- You accepting the fact that he’s not gonna put you down until he wants you to. Sometimes you’re so relaxed that you fall asleep in his arms.

- You messing with his hair and giving him little ponytails all around his head or a man-bun if his hair’s long enough. The hair ties you use for him are usually ribbons.

- Him letting you win in video games, sports, or other things cause he likes to see you be happy.

- Him getting up early in the morning to cook you breakfast. Sometimes it’s breakfast in bed, other times he carries you to the kitchen and set you on the counter as he cooks.

- Making sure you’re awake in the morning by giving you kisses on your face.

- Him asking you what your fav songs are and learning them so he can sing them to you when he wants to cheer you up.

- You stealing his clothes and never returning them even if he wants them back. Eventually he just stops caring about what you stole, not that he cared in the first place; since he likes seeing you wear his clothes.

- Getting matching jewelry (mostly earrings) and never taking them off unless you have to. Sometimes you switch your jewelry just for the fun of it.

- Going on trips to the grocery store basically everyday since you always seem to forget something or are too lazy to go until you absolutely have to.

- Him giving you back hugs or hugs in general 24/7 cause he loves having his arms around you.

- You sitting between his legs whenever you’re sitting together. If you try to leave he always pulls you back.

- You waking up before him and getting ready for the day. If he still isn’t awake by the time you’re done you splash freezing cold water on his face.

- Him always getting mad at you for waking him up the way you do and chasing you around the house until he gets his revenge by tickling you or splashing cold water on your face.

- Him playing with your fingers or vice versa as you’re holding hands or if your hands are close to each other’s.

Plain English PT2

Part 1  // Masterlist

Request: Hello! Can I request a scenario for Yoongi where you are an English actress who doesn’t speak Korean but is working with BTS for some mvs and both of you are crushing on each other, but he is finding it difficult to communicate and express that to you? 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T (moderate swearing)

WC: 2548

Originally posted by buingkook

Running, running! Why is it always goddamn running? Yoongi groaned, falling back on the blanket, feeling the crunch of the grass beneath, wet with morning dew. I thought we agreed no more running after ‘Run.’ Fucking trilogies.

When he joined an entertainment company, he never expected part of that life would having to wake up at one in the morning to be at the location by three, running for two hours straight just to get five seconds of a music video. The orange morning light barely penetrated the purple night sky in the east, the lights of the city still shining bright in the blackness to the west. He didn’t know what it was about early morning that made it perfect for that melancholic look on film—all he knew was that he hated being up before the sun. Humans just weren’t made for that. It’s why we can’t see in the goddamn dark.

He sighed, too exhausted from running all morning to be awake, but too obligated to be ready for whenever the director decided to continue the shoot to fall asleep. All the people working on the music video shuffled around in the dark, wearing sweaters and sweatshirts, boots wet with dew and damp pieces of grass pasted up their legs as they moved set pieces and rolls of wire. Thankfully, someone had the inclination to bring these blankets to lay out on the grass when they needed a break. The vast field around was empty except for the waves of grass and the circle of cars behind their makeshift set, making it a not-so-bad resting spot.

The other members had just arrived on set and had been rushed to hair and makeup. They got a pretty good joke at his expense due to the fact that the one out of them who valued sleep the most had to be at set the earliest. However, the most of their jokes for the past few days centered around something else—you.

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