headset press

13 reasons why (tape 3)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Mary, Sam, John, Cas(mentioned), Jody(mentioned), Claire(mentioned), Alex(mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, angst, mention of death

Word count: 3830

Summary: Mary’s tape hits Dean harder than he expected and he starts to see the people he loves in a different light

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Here it was. Tape 3. Ready in the tape player, but Dean just couldn’t bring himself to listen to it… At least not yet.

There were more things that you left behind that he had thought. First of all there were these tapes and how he found out that you left Sam a note. He wasn’t sure when to start reading it, maybe even just looking at your handwriting would have been too heartbreaking for him to see. Even just holding that paper in his hand and knowing that you once held it in your hand was enough to almost make Dean cry. How could he possibly handle reading the letter? The tapes were killing him already, adding more to that would have been too much for him to take in.

He took the tape player with him. It was inside his duffel bag that he had packed ready for the hunt Sam had found them. “You ready to go?” Sam questioned from the passenger seat in the impala.

Dean had been daydreaming this entire time just thinking about the tapes. “Yeah.”

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Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request: Hi lovely! Can I request some happy fluffy Bucky cuddles? Like he’s coming back from a mission and just collapses on her and aggressively cuddles her and makes grumpy noises when she tries to move and she’s giggling and he’s just so huge and gentle and warm?

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 960

Warnings: Major Fluff (because you might die from fluff overload) 

A/N: Ahhhh this request was sooo cute! I love Bucky so much, especially when it is fluffy Bucky! I hope you like it, because I loved writing it. To the one anon that gave me the tip of including the “continue reading” thing, I put it in here but when I tried to re-read it, it wouldn’t work. So, I just took it out. Other than that, enjoy!

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

“HQ to quinjet five, what’s your status?” The radio sounds, crackling when the voice cuts out. Stretching for the head set with one hand on the controls, Steve places the headset over his ears. 

Pressing the button on the control system, Steve hears the familiar ring of the headset turning on. “This is quinjet five to HQ, we are almost back to HQ, just a few more hours of flying. Right now we are right over Texas, do you copy?”

“Copy that, five. See you in a few hours.” And with that, it’s radio silence. Turning on auto pilot, Steve makes his way back into the quinjet. Resting against the wall, he watches his best friend filling out the mission report.

“You know,” Bucky starts, looking up from the paper work, “It’s rude to stare, punk.”

“It’s rude to not keep your pal company, jerk,” Steve retorts, sitting down next to Bucky. Groaning, he feels his bones crack as he relaxes.

Sighing, Bucky looks up at Steve. “Sorry, I’m just extremely tired and I just want to get back home to (Y/N). It’s been three weeks since I last saw her, and I’m just getting anxious. I miss her so much.”

Smiling, Steve claps his hand on his best friends shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. (Y/N) misses you too, you know it. I’m sure she will be right there when we land, alright?”

“Alright,” Bucky says smiling. “Lets just go home. I’m sick of this quinjet.”

“Me too, pal, me too.”

Walking down the landing platform, Bucky smiles when he sees the familiar glow of the facility. It was three in the morning when they landed, and all Bucky wanted to do was see you. Trudging through the facility, Bucky almost cries from happiness when he sees your shared room door cracked open, letting a flood of warm light into the hallway. She’s still up, Bucky thinks with a smile. Pushing the door open, Bucky sees you laying on your shared bed, reading a book. Engrossed in your book, you don’t even realize that Bucky has walked in yet. 

“Hey, Doll,” Bucky breathes out, smiling with relief at finally being home. Head shooting up, your eyes go wide when you see your Bucky standing in the doorway, smiling at you.

“Bucky!” You exclaim, tossing away your forgotten book. Scrambling out of your bed, you fling yourself at Bucky, causing him to laugh as he stumbles just a bit. Arms encircling you, Bucky buries his face into your neck, breathing in the familiar scent of home. Pulling back, you look up at Bucky, eyes full of adoration, causing him to smile even more. 

“God, I missed you,” He breathes out, grabbing your face with his hands, pulling you to him. Placing his lips on yours, he almost moans at how great it feels to finally be kissing you again. Arms once again wrapping around you, you feel him gently tugging you up, telling you to jump. Following his lead, you jump up, legs encircling around his waist. Never breaking the kiss, Bucky drops you onto your shared bed, causing you to laugh when you bounce up and down on the bed. Kicking his shoes off, he crawls up onto the bed next to you.

Pulling his face close to yours once more, you gently kiss him, loving the feeling of his lips on yours. Sighing when he pulls away, you feel him pull you into his chest. 

“I’m never letting you go,” He sighs, smiling. “I hope you know that.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” You say smiling, snuggling into his chest. The two of you lay there, murmuring sweet nothings to each other, refusing to fall asleep, afraid that they would miss what the other was saying. 

“Hey Buck?” You ask, gently carding your fingers through his hair, untangling all of the knots in them.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, clutching you tighter while burying his face into your stomach.

“Can I get up? I have to really pee,” You say, trying to squirm out from under him. Feeling his arms around you tighten even more, he picks up his head from your stomach to look at you.

“No, I told you that I wasn’t letting you go.”

“Buck, seriously,” You start, trying to pry his arms from around your body, which only led him to hold you tighter. “Buck!”

“I don’t want to let you go,” He mumbles. Sighing, you run your fingers through his hair again. 

“You won’t have to,” You reply, continuing the soothing motions. “Just let me get up real quick, and then we can go back to cuddling, okay?”

“Okay,” He mumbles, releasing you from his grip. Quickly running to the bathroom, you soon return in a couple of seconds. Crawling back into bed, Bucky once again pulls you into his arms. “I’m so glad to be home,” He sighs, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Me too, Buck. Me too,” You sigh out, snuggling farther into his neck. This time, Bucky is the one to gently card his fingers through your hair. 

“I love you so much, Doll,” Bucky says, pulling you back away from him so that he can look into your eyes. Smiling at him, you gently brush away a strand of hair that has fallen into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I love you too, Buck,” You say with a smile, gently pulling you down to catch his lips once more. Pulling away, the two of you blissfully fall asleep, tangled up in each other. Getting the first real sleep that the two of you had in the past three weeks, glad that you were with the other. Because to him, you were his home; and to you, Bucky was yours.

The Judge

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Tony stark imagine where (like at the end in CA civil war when he’s hurt) you find him and help him and he’s really hurt?
For Anon
Words: 2,246

Tony Stark had been raised in the spot light and luckily fame suited him. When life forced his hand to make the suit to ensure his survival, he thrived and his fame grew more. With reluctance on Fury’s part, Tony was eventually allowed to join the Avengers where he met you. Initially, to Tony, you had just been someone to prove wrong, you were an agent and a close friend of both Romanov and Barton and to put it plainly, you simply couldn’t be bothered to deal with the super-ego that was Tony Stark. Dealing with a rich boy playing superhero held no appeal for you, no matter the origin or original need for the suit.

And he hated it.

People either loved him or loathed him but nobody just ignored Tony Stark and so what started as stubborn attention seeking on his part slowly developed into a need for your approval. After a while you grew warmer to his presence and when he and Pepper called things a day, amicably for the most part, he showered you with affection.

Thankfully, as you were wondering why your new friend had become so needy, Barton took pity on you and explained that Tony was ‘pursing you’ and after a girl’s night with Natasha and Clint’s wife, you decided you weren’t completely against the idea.

By the time the pair of you had gotten your heads together and decided to try going on a date the Avengers were a household name and Tony Stark was a name on everybody’s lips, his fame had peaked and he was about to realise how deadly fame could be.

When Tony was first called out over a network broadcast by a guy calling himself The Judge, Tony had laughed during the press conference.
“I don’t know which court he thinks that he’s ruling the guy is clearly a whack job.” Tony laughed to the cameras.
You stood to the back of the room with Clint, Nat and Steve. Steve nudged you and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Jarvis is trying to find an address for the broadcast.”
“Let’s hope that we can keep Tony behaving himself until then.” Nat mused.
“This is Stark that we’re talking about.” Clint sniggered.
“Hey that’s Y/N’s almost boyfriend that you’re badmouthing.” Nat argued.
“Hard to deny it though.” You smirked as did your friends.

You focused back into the conference as Tony laughed and leaned down into a reports mic.
“The guy couldn’t even choose a decent name. You can tell him from me: anytime, anyplace.” He boasted as the sea of reported erupted in flashes of photography.
You sighed and leaned back against the wall, “So much for keeping him out of trouble.”
Steve patted your shoulder and Clint gave you a fake sympathetic smile, “Come on, the attitude problem is at least 40% of why you like him.”
Crossing your arms you watched Tony lapping up the attention and moulding the reporter’s opinions in the way that only he could, “About 30%.” You answered Clint who laughed.

The laughing stopped soon.

The Judge was a lot more resourceful then any of you could have guessed and he had twice now had Tony attacked in public by hired assassins. Luckily Tony always had a version of his suit on him since its systems helped him breath through his panic attacks and the second time you had been on your way to meet Tony when you had seen Iron Man throwing people around in the middle of the road and hit two of the assailants with your truck.

He’d given you a high-five mid battle for that one.

But that was the last straw and you decided to it was time for Tony to go into lockdown and after a blinding row where you threatened to run him over too, he agreed to go along with it – for now.

And he did really mean too, he spent three whole days in doors and spending them in bed with you or downstairs in his lab with Bruce helped him take his mind off of the fact that he was basically grounded and that he was sure Steve, with his perfect fucking face, was rubbing it in.

But then the letters came.

They were unassuming normal envelopes and usually he’d ignore all post and have it sent through to Pepper’s assistants to open but these didn’t have the company address on, they simply had ‘Tony Stark’ scrawled across them.
Out of sheer boredom he stuck his finger under the lip of the envelope and ripped it open and pulled out the contents. There was no letter only a photograph of you carrying a stack of pizzas down the street that was carrying a stack of other boxes full of side dishes.

Tony’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward in his chair to study the photo because dropping it on the desk and opening another envelop.
It was a photo of you and Nat at the coffee shop down the street.

He opened another.
A photo of you and Tony hiding out on the balcony during one of his fancy business parties.

You fixing Tony’s tie.

You doing the grocery shopping with Clint.

Tony swallowed hard, his heart already thumping. The last photo was from today, you’d come down to the lab in that outfit to ask if he needed anything because you were going to shop with Clint.
He opened the last envelope and pulled out a crumbled notepad page with a cell phone number scrawled across it.
He felt so dizzy that he could barely punch the numbers into his phone. He held his ear to his phone, he knew that he was about to get his time and place. The phone clicked as though someone had answered and his breath hitched but when no one spoke Tony was overcome with rage, “Listen Judge or whatever bullshit name you decided to call yourself, your problem is with me not her. You got that? You leave her out of this.” He snarled.

“I’m watching her right now as a matter of fact,” The male voice answering was steady and unaffected by Tony’s outburst, “I can see why you were jealous of her and Clint’s friendship but I’m sorry to say she seems to be smitten with you. Can’t see why for the life of me, the poor girl.”
“Leave her out of this, it’s me you have a problem with.” Tony pleaded.
The voice on the other side let out a humoured breath, “You don’t get to make that call and unless you follow what I say to the letter then it will be her problem, Mr. Stark.”

Pissed, mad, furious, livid.

None of them came close to describing just how fucked off you were with Tony right now. Okay so you hadn’t expected him to go along with the whole ‘grounded’ thing for as long as he had but flying off on his own to go fight some super villain.

Well, you were gonna kick his ass.

He hadn’t left you a note or anything, you’d simply come down to the lab to bring him his damn blueberries and found creepy photographs of yourself hidden under his trash. Looking in weird places for clues was a shield thing. Bruce tried to access JAVIS for you for any indication of what could have happened and, after some probing, it seemed that JAVIS must have been busy being used within Tony’s suit and Bruce was able to get you security footage of Tony’s phone call.

You wanted to punch the stupid man in his stupid beautiful face but you knew that if you’d been presented with the same situation then you probably could have took off on your own to try and fix it as well.
Why this Judge guy would have chosen a mountain for a showdown was beyond you but if you had to guess it would have been because of the difficultly that it gave Clint and Nat when trying to land the carrier.
Steve and Thor jumped out before you’d even landed and just as it touched down you were skidding down the ramp and towards the sign of battle. You made it to the fight just as Thor caught an injured Iron Man mid-flight and Steve punched his assailant off into the trees. He was a monster of man, even the giant forms of Thor and Steve were dwarfed by this man.

He couldn’t be human.

But you didn’t care right now, Thor set Tony down as you skidded to kneel next to him before leaving to help Steve, God knows that he’d need it. Your hands found the back of his helmet instantly and lifted the release switch.
The mask withdrew and you could see his face. His eyes stayed close and you leaned down to his face and waited, terrified, until a soft breath escaped his lips and tickled your cheek. Your relief came out as a loud groan as you leaned down and kissed his nose, his cheeks and his forehead in pure happiness.
“JARVIS, can you give me a run down?” You asked loudly hoping that somehow Tony’s programming would have allowed for something like this.
Thankfully, he had.
“Mr Stark’s breathing is laboured and he’s suffered an abdominal wound that’s caused an internal haemorrhage.” The words made you pale and you pressed your headset, “Did you guys hear that? Clint, Nat we have to get him out of here now.”
Gunfire answered you in your ear before Clint’s shouting, “Try to get him comfy Y/N, we can’t leave Thor and Steve with this guy. He’s kicking our asses.”
You hissed in anger and focused back on Tony, his eyes where still closed but he tried to move his hand. You caught it and whispered down, “Shh, don’t move Tony. Don’t panic, I’m here.”
“Y/N.” He croaked out and it looked as though he was trying to open his eyes but was too fatigued, “You gotta get out of here, he’s gonna-”

“I don’t give a shit,” You hissed, your hands on his cheeks, “I’m not going anywhere until you’re okay.”

With JARVIS’ help you navigated Tony into a position that would be more comfortable for him but your head snapped up at the sound of engines and an almighty roar. The Hulk slammed down with both feet right before you with War Machine landing beside him.

“Cavalry’s here. Someone help Y/N get Tony outta here.” Rhodes ordered.
“Clint go with Y/N, we’ll need Nat to help settle down the big guy.” Steve told you and then Rhodes and The Hulk where gone soon to be replaced by Clint who helped you move Tony and his ridiculously heavy suit back to the carrier with Clint joking all the while about how he always had to come and save Tony’s ass. He was trying to cheer you up but right now all you wanted to do was get Tony somewhere safe and to a decent doctor.
He came around slightly on the flight back, his hand finding yours and he breathed harshly, “Don’t want surgery.”
You gave him a soft smile, “Tony you need it, I’m sorry.”
“No.” He spat out, his dark eyes opening and focusing on you. Pleading for you to understand and you did.

You put your hand on his cheek, held his gaze and gave him a lovely smile before leaning down to whisper, “I know you’re scared but you’re safe. You’re not back in the cave and they won’t touch the Arc reactor. They’re going to help you. I promise you that you’re safe, I’m not going to ever let anyone hurt you like that I promise.”
His eyes welled but he stared at you and you whispered your promise again.


Tony freaked out when he woke up but you’d seen it coming so you were sat beside the bed and caught him before he could hurt himself or the doctors. You held him to you and his arms clamped around your body, he pushed his face into the crook of your neck and breathed through his panic.
“You’re safe.” You whispered and moved your hands up slowly to run them through his hair and hmm’d lowly.
“He was going to hurt you. He was goin-” He started to you sshh’d him and hummed lowly to calm him again.
“He’s been apprehended, don’t worry.” You pulled backed to look into his eyes, “Tony you’re on your own any more so you shouldn’t act like it. You could have gotten yourself killed.”
“I’m sorry.” He said simply and though you’d not expected the readiness of his apology you didn’t push it any further and instead helped guide him to lie back down and lay next to him.
“You’re gonna call the doctor in a minute aren’t you?” Tony asked after moment and you didn’t need to look up at him to know that he was pouting.
“Yes and you’re going to be good and take their advice.” You cuddled up to his side, “Because then when you’re better I can kick your ass for being so stupid.”
He let out a breathy laugh and kissed the top of your head, “Sounds fair.”

anonymous asked:

Dads I uh... I'm pretty high right now and I don't think I can fly back okay. Whaaaat doI do?

I am hoping you mean high as in on a plane and so here are the instructions from wiki.

“Find the microphone or take the pilot’s headset, press and hold the button, and repeat "Mayday” three times followed by a brief description of your emergency (pilot unconscious, etc.). Remember to release the button to hear a response. An airport flight controller will help you fly the plane to a safe landing.“


Gaming Partners - Tim Drake x Reader

I’m going to make this a domestic!au because it gave me ideas for Tim’s username.

“Redrobin3 look out!” You warn into your headset as you frantically press the left arrow key to move your character out of range of the enemies’ attacks. Your companion quickly follows your actions, sending two fire bolts in the direction of your attackers. Your character attacks as well, brandishing their sword and lunging forward to slay the dark mages. Soon, your computer screen is clear from any and all evil.

“Thanks, you saved me big time,” you heard your gaming partner sigh in relief. “Haha, I guess you could say that I’m your knight in shining armor,” you chuckled at the brilliance of your pun as you checked the bodies of the dead mages for any valuable loot.

“Are you calling me a princess?” He accused, shooting a loud scoff from your headphones. “Maybe,” you replied while your character began to mount a horse. “Maybe not,” you teased. “Maybe I just want to ride off into the sunset with you on this horse,” you said nonchalantly with a small shrug of your shoulders.

“Wow, you really do know how to sweep a guy off of his feet,” Tim gave you a soft chuckle as his mage character mounted a horse next to yours. Unfortunately, the game doesn’t allow two players to ride the same steed. Your silver armor alone is probably heavy enough for the digital horse as it is anyways.

“I’d do anything for you, princess,” you grinned, pressing the top arrow key, allowing your trusty steed to travel forward into the pixelated sunset, Tim trailing slightly behind. “Then why don’t you take off your helmet?” the teenager suggested. Unbeknownst to you, his face was rapidly turning red. He can’t believe that he just said that.

You weren’t too surprised that he’d wanted to know what you looked like. The two of you had been playing with one another for a little over three months, so one of you was bound to ask to see the other’s face at some point. It’s human nature to be curious.

You typed your skype name in the chat box for Tim to see and told him that you’d call him tomorrow at the same time that you usually played together online. Unsurprisingly, when you a saw a notification from skype on the bottom corner of your computer screen, Tim’s username was the same as his gaming name, Redrobin3.

You pressed the power button on your computer, sitting back in your chair as you watched your monitor light up. Today was the day where you’d finally see Tim’s face. You took a deep breath in as you entered your skype log in information, exhaling audibly as you hovered over Tim’s username, quickly pressing the call button.

The line rang for a few seconds before a face appeared on your screen. He was… cute. Really cute. The teen had short, slightly messy black hair with loose strands falling just above two, sparkling robin’s egg blue eyes. His skin was smooth and fair, save for the few pimples dotting his cheeks and jawline, the curse of being a teenager. He offered a nervous, toothy smile lined by a pair of thin, chapped lips. All in all, he was not too bad on the eyes, which you found yourself getting lost in every time that you glanced at him.

You weren’t the only one who was entranced. Tim was mesmerized by the way that your e/c eyes lit up in the low glow of your desk lamp, and the way that your lips curved upwards into a shy smile. “Wow,” he laughed nervously, to which you replied with a small giggle of your own.

Pretty soon, the two of you each wore matching blushes and exchanged shy bouts of laughter until you slowly became more comfortable with one another again. You both would skype everyday whenever you had the chance, and were soon even exchanging numbers and emails. Then, after a few months of chatting until the days turned into nights, you got the idea that you should take a trip together.

(I hope that you liked this, anon, and I’m sorry if the ending seems a little rushed! I’d love to make a part two where they go on a vacation together and meet for the first time. If anyone has ideas for their trip destination, please let me know :) )

RvB: Misquoted

Taken from this lovely post.

“I’m not kidding,” Tucker said the morning of, and Church kept laughing. “Hey, asshole! I’m not kidding.”

“Tucker, that’s the most melo-fucking-dramatic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the one who asked for reassignments.”

“Five years of dealing with you assholes, hell yeah I asked for reassignments.”

“Fuck you, Church. I don’t even care. My ass gets on that plane and I forget you, and this shitty box canyon, and this shitty sham of an army.”

Church clapped him on the shoulder, a grin in his voice, and said, “yeah. You’re welcome, buddy.”

“Goodbye,” South said, quiet. North’s head was in her lap, their weapons discarded behind a stone somewhere. She knew this was over. She had made sure of it. Some part of her wondered if she should take off the helmet and make sure his eyes were closed.

Her secure channel kicked into life, the voice of Recovery Command. “Recovery One is on his way to you.”

She took her hands off the latches. “Copy that. I’m ready.”

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There was grey overcast in the skies over the fleet hospital and port. In the main office, Kigiku was currently snoozing at her desk. It had been a long night of filing paperwork. Then with a loud burst, Kirishima crashed into the room. There was a look of concern on her face. 

“Admiral-san….” Kirishima gently poked Kigiku.

There was just a cute groan.

“Admiral-san.” Kirishima said again, this time poking the admiral hard.

Again just a groan.

“Admiral-san! Haya-san posted pictures of you in your underwear on the hall’s walls.”

“H-huh?!?!” Kigiku jumped straight up from her slumber.

“There’s something we need to talk about. Fubuki was helping me look over the sonar and radar systems in the command room. There’s been several blips showing up. We’ve attempted radio contact but they are not responding to anything.” Kirishima said methodically. 

“O-Oh, I see. What did you need me to do?” Kigiku asked.

“We’ll need your permission to fly a few planes. Akagi’s prepared on stand-by for your orders.” Kirishima advised. 

“A-Alright, that sounds reasonable. She has my permission.” Kigiku decided.

Kirishima then closed her eyes and pressed the headset on her ear. “Akagai, this is command, please send out several scouting planes. Let’s see what this unwelcomed guest is.”

“Roger that,  Kirishima-san. Alright, let’s fly.” Akagi responded back. She grabbed four arrows and placed them on her bow. As they unleashed into the air they turned into tiny planes.

Akagi then heard a message from one of the fairies. 

“Bad news…It seems that we have a hostile entering the port. Initial reports seem to suggest that it is moving at a snail’s pace and is dazed.” Akagi reported back.

“What’s the news?” Kigiku asked.

“It’s a hostile but it appears to be wounded or confused.” Kirishima  confirmed.

“I see. Call up Nagato. I’ll need a level head for this.” Kigiku said.

“Nagato-sama….This is Kirishima. We’re currently having a 5.05 Incident. The admiral is requesting your presence in her office. Over.”

Kigiku then stood up and looked out of her window. The skies were starting to rain. Causing the lights of the base to slowly flicker on.

I don’t like this….Why would a single Abyssal come this far inland? This area is too heavily armed for it to even think about attacking by itself…” Kigiku thought as she saw Akagi’s planes flying in the distance.   

#7 - 1D Imagine - Niall Horan - Baby Shot Me Down

You hated this game. You hated how cold you were, even with the thick sensor jacket and headset you had on. You hated how heavy the gun felt in your hands; you knew that you should’ve asked for a smaller one but your pride had stopped you, as usual. But most of all, you absolutely despised the fact that you were sat in a tree, too damn scared to even play properly.

 ”Rainbow Squirrel,” Liam’s muffled voice came through the speaker on your headset. You had no idea why you chose the name Rainbow Squirrel; you didn’t even like squirrels. “Batman, here. Can you hear me?”

 ”Yes, Liam,” you said, annoyance clear in your tone as you spoke into the headset. You pressed the button on the earpiece to allow your voice to go through to him. “I can hear you. How long left’ till the game finishes?”

 ”Liam? Who’s Liam?”

 You rolled your eyes and chuckled to yourself. “Fine, Batman. What time do we finish?”

 ”When there’s a winner,” he said, his voice crackling through the headset. “There’s only you left on our team and Craic Master left on Team Guinness.”

 ”What?” You were starting to panic, as you comprehended what Liam had just told you. You were the worst player by far and there was no way that you could take on Niall. Your boyfriend was a pro at the game, and he knew it. “I can’t aim for shit, Liam. And I haven’t even been playing properly. I’ve been sitting in a tree for the past two hours, for God’s sake!”

 ”Rainbow Squirrel, you can do this!” Liam shouted into your ear, causing you to wince at the ringing. “Just aim as close as you can to his body and you should at least graze him. Bradford Bad Boy got Westside on his knee of all places, and we all know how shit of an aim he’s got. Anyways, I’ll see you in a bit. Don’t let me down, Rainbow Squirrel! Over and out.”

 ”Liam?” You frantically shouted into your headpiece. You really, really didn’t like this game. “Liam. Are you there? Batman, you piece of shit, I don’t even know how to turn this freaking gun on!”

 Which was very true. In the two hours that you had all been playing, you hadn’t shot even once. You didn’t even know how to get the gun ready. Were you meant to pull this sticky-outy bit back?

 ”Ahh!” You let out a yelp as the gun jolted harshly in your hands. A small red balloon popped out the end and rocketed into the sky, before landing with a splat on the ground and red paint began oozing out; the force of the balloons ejection caused you to lose your footing. You could feel yourself slipping off the branch you were perched on so you desperately grasped onto the trunk of the tree, letting the gun fall out of your hands and land with a clatter onto the ground beneath you. “Shit, shit, shit.”

 You looked down at where the gun landed, contemplating whether you should go down and retrieve it. A loud, obnoxious laugh interrupted your thoughts and you looked around for the source, knowing exactly who it was as you could identify that laugh in your sleep.

 ”Niall?” You shouted into the darkness. You were practically a sitting duck without your gun but you couldn’t bring yourself to climb down and get it, especially not with him so close to you.

 ”Do not tell me you’ve been in that tree for the past two hours, Y/N,” you followed his Irish accent to the bottom a large tree, and there you could make out his silhouette leaning against it. His gun was rested against his shoulder as he looked up at you, an amused smile on his lips.

 ”Niall, this isn’t fair,” you tried to reason with him, showing him your best puppy-dog face. You quickly realised that he probably couldn’t make out your expression as you were in the shade of the tree. “I don’t have a gun and I’m practically cornered up here.”

 ”So, do you want a head start?” You hadn’t thought of it but now that he mentioned it, yes you bloody well would like a head start.

 ”Yes, that’s a good idea,” you nodded enthusiastically, quickly thinking up your getaway plan. “I’ll climb down and get my gun so we’re equals, ok?”

 ”Okay, Y/N,” he nodded in the affirmative. His eyes were fixated on you as you began to climb down, admiring the way your legs stretched and body swiveled until you reached the ground. “Don’t try anything sly.”

 ”Would I ever?” You replied, an innocent expression on your face as you leaned down to pick up your gun. You kept your eyes firmly on his, making sure that he wasn’t going to attack before you had a hold of your weapon.

 As soon as your hand grasped the handle of your gun, Niall straightened into position and pointed his gun at your face. You took hurried steps back, as you copied his stance, your eyes never leaving his.

 ”I’ll give you 30 seconds to run,”

 ”What?” You asked, confused. He was going to let you run?

 ”1, 2, 3…”

 You hurried into action, nearly tripping over a broken branch as you ran into the cluster of trees, the gun bouncing against your thigh. Your heart pounded in your chest as you desperately tried to get as far as you could from him, hoping that the thirty seconds weren’t up.

 Your turned left towards two large trees, hoping that they would conceal you from Niall’s eyes. You wanted to turn to see if he was close -

 ”Ahh!” You let out a scream as you felt an arm curl around your waist. You began to thrash against Niall’s chest as he pulled you into him. His arm tightened against your stomach in a desperate attempt to hold you still, so you began clawing at his hand.

 ”Jesus, Y/N,” He panted in your ear, his breath warm against the back of your neck. You could feel your legs begin to weaken due to the familiar sensation of his body pressed so firmly against your own. “You’re going to draw blood.”

 ”Let me go then,” you continued to thrash against him, causing his grip to slacken. You pulled away from him and tried to get a better grip on your gun.

 Before you knew it, Niall had pinned you down, twisting your body so that your back was flush against the muddy ground, causing your gun to slip out of your hand and land a distance away from you. You felt your breath catch as you realised that he was straddling you, with his gun pointed towards your chest, a sly smirk on his handsome face.

 ”Convince me not to shoot you,” he said to you, his voice low with emotion; you could tell that the position you were both in was having an effect on him.

 You took his reaction to your body in your stride, as you decided to use his hormones against him. You bit your lip seductively, as you arched your back to reach up and hook your arms around his neck. You pulled him closer to you; rubbing the back of his neck as you ran your mouth against his neck, sucking gently. His grip on the gun slackened dramatically.

 ”Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned in your ear, as he desperately tried to control himself. “That’s not fair.”

 You moved your lips from his neck to his ears, and proceeded to nibble on his earlobe. Niall rewarded you with a tortured moan, before dropping the gun at your side and taking your face into his hands, his grip tight.

 You ran your hands from his neck to his face, cradling it softly as you smiled sweetly up at him. Before you knew it, Niall had his lips pressed desperately against your own, a feral groan released from his lips vibrated against your own, as he couldn’t contain his need for you any longer. You pressed your lips into his just as ferociously, opening your mouth slightly to run your tongue along his bottom lip, before sucking it into you mouth and giving it a gentle bite. Niall moved his hands to your thighs, massaging them through the fabric of your jeans as he pulled his lips off yours. He panted against your cheek, his warm breath causing you to squirm against him.

 You ran a hand down his back, scratching gently, while you used your other to locate the gun he had dropped. You grasped the cold handle just as Niall bit down and sucked on the soft spot on your neck, making you arch your back into his body as you moaned into his ear, your eyes screwed shut as his teeth and lips worked on your skin.

 ”Fuuuuck,” you moaned loudly as you hauled the gun up, quickly removing your hand from Niall’s back to pull the trigger.

 ”What the fuck?!” The force of the balloon caused Niall to fall on top of your before he pulled away violently, as a computerized voice made it’s way into your ear, stating that you had won.

 You stood up quickly, pushing Niall off you, as you threw your hands into the air and cheered in victory.

 ”I won, I won, I won!” You chanted, dancing around your boyfriend who rubbed at his back, a scowl on his face. He glanced at the red paint that coated his hands and looked over at you, a sly smirk on his face as he walked over.

 ”Hey, babe?” He said, a faux innocent look on his face.

 ”What you loser-No!”

 Niall wiped the paint onto your cheeks, making sure that you couldn’t move away from his stained hand by gripping you around your waist. You flinched and tried to move your head away, shouting every obscenity you could think of.

 ”I freaking hate you,” you shouted as you tried to pry his hands off your face.

 ”No you don’t,” he smirked sexily down at you as he pulled your body flush against his own, his stained hand moving down to your neck. His eyes were full of lust as he glanced down at your lips. You stopped squirming as you noticed his hot gaze on you. He chuckled softly as he moved his lips towards yours. “Now, where were we?”