i left because you never asked me to stay


Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

3.8k words

members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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Request: You had a similar situation to buckys torture and are rescued by shield. He’s determined to break through your emotionless, sassy shell and to help you in recovery. After a couple failed attempts He finds out you have a soft spot for puppy’s and surprises you with a rescue dog. Which in turn has her confronting him on what this is all about and feelings spill out like a brand new water park. -Anon

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2237 (ha! Whoops..)

Warnings: Mentions of torture..

A/N: I hope this is alright! It feels kind of like a hot mess, but I didn’t want it to run on too long! Also the dog mentioned is from the hbspca, so if you’re in southern ontario and need a friend :) And yeah, one little part was inspired by Love, Actually. Feedback would be lovely xo

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Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: irl i look as innocent as bucky in this gif but in my mind there’s one thought: L U B E  I T  U P  C A P T A I N 

Also, happy valentine’s day

Words: 358

Prompt: Some questions don’t need to be asked.

Warnings: floof


Some questions are better left unasked because it’s often clear that you won’t always like the answer you’ll receive.

So you don’t ask and no one answers, the words left as fragments of deep thought trapped at the end of your tongue. They stay there, festering in your mind with boiling curiosity, waiting waiting waiting to be said.

Still, the question remains; unasked and unanswered.

But it still exists it’s corporeal form, there in the corner of your mind.

Do you love me, James?

Of course, the words never leave your lips and a reply never leaves his. But he’s not to blame, because he lives his life struggling with his own demons, too unaware of the storm that’s brewing within.

So, when you’re held close at night, hearing soft promises whispered but never reaching your ears, you don’t ask.

Not when he kisses you, pink lips pressing to your own with utter care and gentleness, calloused hands cupping your jaw, brushing stray strands of hair back into place. You don’t ask.

When he smiles at you, all crooked teeth and hidden jokes, innocent blue eyes shining with the sort of childish mischief that is so utterly and completely him, the one that always brings an unbidden smile to your lips, you don’t ask.

When he’s up at night, plagued by those very demons he flees from day after day, slipping under the covers by your side, reassuring himself that you’re real and you’re there. You don’t ask.

Or when he’s talking, hands moving almost comically as he tries to explain a story of his childhood, eyes glimmering with long-lost hope, you don’t ask.

When he’s got his hand in yours, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand absent mindedly, you don’t ask.

When he’s got you trapped against the couch, head in your lap, refusing to let you move, smirk playing at his lips as your own amused eyes look down at him, you don’t ask.

When he’s looking at you like you’re his everything despite the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, you don’t ask.

Because, that’s the funny thing about some questions.

They don’t need to be asked.

But they’ll still be answered.

Yes, I love you.


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- I.. You look.. Wow.
- You said you didn’t get me anything.
- Yeah. Obviously I lied. So you’re leaving with Sebastian?
- Yes. And before you say anything
- He seems like a great guy. I tried to find some dirt on him but I couldn’t. Are you excited?
- I am.
- Good. You should be. You deserve something that inspires you, something that makes your heart race.
- I had that.
- I love you.
- What?
- I want to be with you for the rest of time, and that’s exactly what I intend to do, because happily ever after it’s real. And we’re gonna find it, together.
- So you think the fact that you love me, that’s supposed to change things?
- Yeah.
- Do you realize that when I told you that I love you, you told me you don’t do relationships, and you broke up with me?
- You never said you loved me.
- On Christmas. In that letter. The most girly, vulnerable, stupid, pathetic love letter I’ve ever written, and I must have checked that library a thousand goddamn times, and every damn time I hated mys- Why are you smiling right now?
- Because you look like a princess, but you don’t sound like one. Uh I never got that letter. If I- If I had, I never could’ve left.
- But you did. You could have been honest with me, told me the truth, and we could have worked it out together. And now I have a chance to do something great.
- I’m not asking you to stay. I- I want you to stay, or I want to go with you, but I want you to be exactly who you want to be. And I know that being with me’s not easy, but you’d be you’d be bored if it was too easy.
- No. I want easy. Okay? I want comfortable and I want calm. And Sebastian is.
- But he’s not the guy for you. I am.
- I came through the fire and it was so hard, ‘cause I was so in love with you. Jasper, I can’t do it again.
- I know I hurt you. I’m not expecting you to just run back into my arms, but.. if you leave this palace behind, don’t leave us behind. You’re my girl, Princess. And I’m gonna love you no matter what.
—  The Royals (3x10)
While You Were Away (Steve Rogers x Reader)

yall are requesting so much steve angst rn it’s great


Prompt /song; ‘Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killers 


Other characters featured; Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killer. An angsty readerXCaptain America set after Civil War. The reader was obviously in love with Steve, but he’s into Sharon Carter. They can either get together or the reader is left heartbroken. (I’m sorry, I just haven’t seen this before).


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Word count; 1339

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Reality Bites Me - Veronica Lodge x Reader

Warnings: Really light swearing

Request by @riverdalexoxo : Hey, can you do a Veronica x reader where Veronica is angry at the reader bc she forgot an anniversary and she makes the reader sleep on the couch but they make up at the end with a lot of ~kisses~ thank you ur awesome ilu

I really hope you like this :) ilu2

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A one-shot where Aaron gives Neil a long overdue apology for their conversation at the cabin (2259 words) read it on AO3

It was the little things that made Aaron realize that Neil and Andrew were in love.  It was in the way their eyes always searched for the other in a room, and in the way Andrew’s apathetic mask lifted ever so slightly when Neil walked through a door. It was in the way they snuck off to the roof together when they thought nobody would notice, and in the bus trips to games when they would sit in the back of the bus and make it their own, separate world from everybody else.  Aaron could see it in the way Neil looked at Andrew as though he hung the fucking moon, and the way Andrew looked at Neil as though he were the only thing in the world interesting enough to be worthy of his attention.  Intense wasn’t even an intense enough word to explain the eye contact they shared.  It was in the soft “stays” and the softer “yes or no’s” mumbled in the presence of the foxes. It was in “I asked” and “You were amazing”, and a raising percent nobody on the team understood.

They weren’t an overly-affectionate couple.  In fact, many people would struggle to even call them a couple over the harsh Russian they spat at each other on the court.  But there was no doubt that they cared deeply for each other, especially when Andrew would occasionally amuse Neil and shut the goal down and Neil’s face would light up brighter than a kid on Christmas morning. 

He wasn’t an idiot.  Unlike Nicky, Aaron was smart enough to realize that it was a lot more than hate fucking.  That when Neil disappeared he hadn’t seen Andrew lose control like that, or so obviously feel like that in the entirety that he knew him.  And yet, when Andrew snarled at Abby with murder in his tone, Neil never shied away.  The idiot had actually visibly relaxed more under Andrew’s hands, like they were safe. Like he knew that Andrew would never hurt him.  There was something more there, between Neil and Andrew. There always had been.

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Dear Jin. (Kim Seokjin.)

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Requested – No.

Prompt – Seokjin receives a letter from the love of his life.

Warning – Angst, death.

Words – 3,009.


Dear Jin,

Do you remember the day we met five years ago, Jin? It was as if I was living a fairytale and I never wanted to wake up from complete bliss. The way you smiled at me, the way you shamelessly flirted, the way that you were confident yet shy at the same time. All of it is like a vivid memory in my mind that I cannot seem to shake and it will stay etched in my brain for as long as I live.

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Just Friends

Summary: You and Adam are friends with benefits until one day he starts ignoring you

Words: 1,277 words

a/n: First time writing a wwe imagine here so I hope you’ll like it!!

There he was, all in his sexy body ignoring you again. This has been going for weeks now. You missed him so much. His touch. His kisses. The way your body felt when you were under his spell for the night.  Five weeks. Five long weeks without him and you didn’t know why. 

 Adam. You were both in a friends with benefits relationship. It just happened one night after all the build up tension and you both decided to not care anymore. Fuck it, as Adam would say. Ever since, he was always at your bed at night but gone in the morning leaving you craving with nothing but his body against you. 

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“Egg shells,” I told her. “It felt like walking on egg shells.”

She had asked me what it felt like to be with him. She continued, “So why did you stay? Why did you put yourself through that?”

I smiled. “Because, sometimes, it wasn’t all that bad. If I tip toed in just the right pattern—if I watched my steps carefully—it was beautiful. We were beautiful.” Then my smile fell. “But sometimes, the egg shells cracked if even just the wind blew in the wrong way. And that’s when I should’ve left, but I never could make myself.”

She looked at me with sad eyes.

“I loved him,” I told her. “I loved him so much that I became an expert at every game he played. And he loved who I became for him.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #121 // It felt like walking on egg shells
They Break Up With You


“I’m sorry lassie, I love you so much” Fillip said with the same love and passion in his eyes that had been there since day one.

“Then why are you leaving me” you forced out. You felt as if your throat was closing up and at the same time you eyes stung from the salty tears that where leaving them. He looked pained as he saw your now blood shot eyes and heard your practically trembling voice.

“It’s because I love you that I can’t be with you sweetheart, you have to understand. It’s not safe for you…if you stay with me your going to end up dead” by this point his voice was breaking and he couldn’t hold back the tears any longer than he had been already. The sight of this only making you cry harder with new hot tears rushing down your face as the pain in your chest grew with intensity.

“Please don’t leave me Fillip, I may as well be dead if you’re not here every night when I go to sleep and every morning when I wake up” shaking his head he stood and you follow his actions trying to reach out for him but he grabs you hand.

“I can’t risk your life love, I won’t” and with that he takes a step towards you as you sobbed, taking a hold of both sides of your face before placing one last kiss on your forehead before spinning round and leaving your home. As he goes you stumble to the kitchen table for support unable to believe what has just happened.

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You weren’t expecting it. It was just like any other day, you had gotten up to make breakfast for yourself and Tig and you ate breakfast together before going your separate ways, him to the clubhouse and you to work. Work was the same old same old but when you arrived home you found Tig with tears running down his face, his checks raw from the salty tears.

“Tiggy, baby, what’s wrong?” You say with your voice full of concern as you drew nearer but you vault when you see his body pulling away from yours.

“I can’t do this any more doll, I’m falling apart … going off the rails” your eyebrows furrow together as he says this refusing to make eye contact with you.

“What? What are you talked about Alex?”

“Every since Dawn died, I haven’t been the same. It’s messed with my head I don’t know what to do! I can’t be around you where I’m like this, I can’t!” Your chest tightens as the realisation hits you. You scan the room to find a duffle bag sitting on the coffee table and your head spins.

“You’re leaving me?” with your voice cracking mid sentence the room is left silence allowing the tension time to grow. He finally brings his red stained eyes up to meet yours and you are instantly crying. Unable to stop the flood of salted tears which escape your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I can’t put you through this-”

“THATS NOT YOUR CHOICE TO MAKE!” You scream at him suddenly making him jump in surprise. “You can’t decide what’s best for me” you say your voice very different this time almost a whisper but showing only pure and raw emotion as you spoke.

“I’m sorry” and that’s all he said before he crossed the room to grab hold of his duffle bag and he left. All he could say was sorry because you knew that he loved you and you understood how hard it must have been for him to leave you because of what was going on inside his head. Despite this, you where still left as a quivering mess on the sofa for the next few days. Your body unable to cope with the withdrawal of the one stung you haven’t had to live without before, Alexander Trager.

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You hadn’t believed them when they told you that Juice was a coward that he had betrayed the club, you defended him repeatedly and refused to believe that your best friend was telling the truth. Chibs tried to warn you that he might bolt, that he might leave suddenly because of the pressure of the club had on him. That was you didn’t believe him when until he drove you home to an empty house. Juice was supposed to be here, he was supposed to be cooking dinner. That’s what he had told you.

“Juice!” You shout walking into the dark house expecting him to maybe had gone for a nap maybe a shower. But the over whelming feeling that he left flooded your body. “You here?” You ask with a shaky voice while you frantically checked the rooms, chibs following behind you as you ran upstairs. You check e every room but when you get to your own you stop dead in your tracks.

“I’m sorry lassie” Fillips voice offers comfort but you can’t help the tears that flood from your eyes at the sight of the room. Half of the closet had been emptied, all of Juan’s things. You could tell he had left in a rush and you hated him for not even saying good bye. Spinning round you throw your arms around Chibs and he instantly pulls you into his body holding you tightly.

“He left me” you sobbed into Chibs shoulder unable to believe that Juice hadn’t even told you about any of this. “I hate him! I hate him for doing this to me!” You say and Chibs soothes you and comforts you because he knows all to well how it feels to loose someone you love.

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You knew it was coming Happy wasn’t the type to stay in relationships for very long, he didn’t let himself. You knew that he loved you but you also knew that he would never stay with you, that he wouldn’t let himself.

“What are you doing” you ask your voice holding no emotion as you watched him pack a bag.

“I can’t do this shit anymore baby” you close your eyes as he says this. “I not good enough for this life, go to work, come home to a house where my girl is cooking dinner for me and loves me with everything she has” that hurt you because it hit home with you.

“I do love you with everything I have” you state. The house is silent and he stops packing. He refused to make eye contact as he always does when he leave, he had done this many times before and always came beach but every time you knew he might never come back. Zipping up the he grabs hold of it and stands moving towards you, standing only centimetres in front of you.

“I love you with my everything and that will never change but I can’t do this” you nod your head as you felt the tears dripping down your cheeks. He looked like he was going to cry himself as he leaned down an kissed your lips tenderly. The he left again. He didn’t look back just walked straight down the stairs and out the door, minutes later you could her his motorbike and you where left crying.

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( sorry that these where just little short ones, I just did them quickly today while I was in school )

For: Anon

Imagine: You and your fiancé, Eric, adopt your younger brother who is in Factionless.

Note: Y/B/N = Your brother’s name

Eric’s POV

“Y/N, I’m home,” I call to my fiancée as I walk into our apartment. She doesn’t respond, “Y/N? Where are you sweetheart?”

She didn’t have work today and she told me that she’d be staying home. I check the bathroom, then our bedroom, and finally the kitchen; she’s nowhere to be seen, “Fucking hell Y/N, where did you go?”

I walk down the hallway and knock on the door to Tris and Four’s apartment, I hate doing this, but Y/N’s left me with no choice, she never disappears like this without telling me, especially not when we’re supposed to go out to dinner in an hour. Tris finally opens the door, “Eric, what are you doing here?”

“Is Y/N here?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Because she’s not home and she’s your friend,” I state irritability.

“Well I haven’t seen her, sorry. Check with Christina.”

I make my way to Christina’s place and knock on her door, I don’t mind her as much as I do Tris, “Hey Eric! What brings you here?”

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“No, not since yesterday, why? Is everything okay Eric?” A look of worry crosses her face.

“Um, yeah everything’s fine, I’ll talk to you later Christina.”

“Let me know when you find her alright?”

“Yeah, I will.”

I go back towards mine and Y/N’s apartment. She never does this, she never leaves without telling anybody. Where could she be?

I walk back into our bedroom and see something I didn’t notice earlier, a note, sitting on the nightstand. I quickly pick it up,

“Eric, I’m going to pay the factionless a visit, there’s something I need to take care of, I’ll be back in a little while, we’ll have to take a rain check on that date. If I’m late, check the fridge, I have dinner made for you.


Y/N xoxo”

What is she doing in factionless? What came up that was so important? She knows it isn’t safe to go there alone. So many questions run through my head, I have to go find her.

“Have you seen this woman?” I ask a factionless man walking out of a building. 

He chuckles, showing his rancid teeth, “She sure is a good looking one.”

“Have you seen her?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“I sure have,” He says dreamily.

“Where is she?” He laughs, “Where. Is. She?!”

“In there,” He points to the building behind him, “Causing a ruckus with her fiery temper.”

I push past him and go inside, and sure enough, I see a flash of her Y/H/C hair in the corner of the room, she’s arguing with some factionless woman, she has little boy by her side.

“No, he doesn’t belong here!” She says, clutching the boy’s hand.

“His mother died here, he’s one of us!” The woman responds.

“He’s seven years old, he belongs with me.”

“Miss, we can’t let you take him.”

“Oh yeah?” She pulls a file out of her purse, “I have official Dauntless adoption papers right here, I have the right to take him with me.”

“I-I want to go with her,” The boy says in a small voice.

“It doesn’t matter what you want boy, this is your home,” The woman says sharply.

“Enough, let’s go Y/B/N, we’re going home sweetie.”

“Y/N?” I call, as I approach her.

She whips around, “Eric? What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same thing, what are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry Eric, I should have told you earlier, but first, let’s get out of here.”

“I can’t let you leave Miss.” I’ve had enough of this woman.

“You can’t stop her,” I take Y/N’s hand, she grabs the boy, and I lead her towards my car.

She get’s the child into the car, and walks up to me, “That’s Y/B/N, Eric, my little brother.”

“What?! He’s like seven!”

“My mom was only 16 when she had me, and 34 when she had him.”

“Wait so why is he here and where are you taking him?”

“My mom was kicked out of her faction just before he was born, I was only 18 at the time, she passed away a few months ago, I couldn’t just leave my brother here Eric.”

“So you adopted him?”

“I know you don’t like kids, if you want to call off the wedding then I understand,” Tears form in her eyes, “But I can’t leave him Eric.”

“Are you crazy?! I’m not calling off the wedding Y/N, I love you! Y/B/N, is gonna stay with us.”


“Yes, really,” I kiss her on the cheek, before making my way to the driver’s side of the car.


It’s been a week since Y/B/N moved in with you and he has really started to warm up to his brother-in-law.

You walk into your apartment and hear a screech of laughter, “Pew, pew, pew!”

You go in to the living room, and see Eric hiding behind one of the couches and Y/B/N is behind the other, they both have toy guns in their hands, “Watch your back kiddo, I’m gonna get you! Pew, pew, pew!”

Before either of them knows what’s happening you quickly run in front of your brother, “You’ll have to get through me first before you get my brother, Eric!”

“Y-Y/N?” Eric whispers, his cheeks turn a light shade of pink, “I- we were just.”

“Eric and I had so much fun today Y/N!”

“Did you now?” You giggle, picking Y/B/N up, “With all that fun you had, you must be hungry. So what do you want to eat sweetheart?”

You sit Y/B/N down on the kitchen counter and start making dinner for the three of you, smiling at the thought of your soon-to-be husband playing with your little brother.

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

Perfectly Beautiful

authors note: this happens directly after Good Enough but can be read as a standalone

Stanley slid his hands around LeFou’s shoulder and rested his forehead on LeFou’s.

“How could you say that?” LeFou asks, “I was never good enough, even before all of this. I have always been a mess. My father left, my mother died, before the war no one wanted me, during the war I was pretty useless, and then after the war Gaston only kept me because I would sing his praises, literally, and be his punching bag so he could get his anger out so other people wouldn’t see that side of him. Even after all of those things I stayed with him. I truly did live up to my name as a fool,” he finished laughing dryly slowly pulling himself away from Stanley and curling into himself

“Don’t say that you are not a fool. You don’t deserve that stupid name. I wanted you around. What Gaston did to you was horrible, wrong, and disgusting. You didn’t deserve any of that. Your father never truly saw how amazing you are. Mon cher, I love you,” he said kissing his forehead.

“I know logically that what he did was wrong but there is still some part of me that thinks I deserve it, that maybe that’s all I’m meant. Just the worthless fool, everyone’s punching bag. Maybe that’s my purpose just to be used and then thrown away when I stop being useful,” LeFou said staring straight ahead blankly as if he forgot where he was, lost in thought. He looking small and helpless.

Stanley pulled LeFou to his chest holding him close, “Mon cher, don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. You are not worthless or a fool. You should never have to be a punching bag, to anyone but especially someone as horrible and disgusting as Gaston. Gaston was a monster who never deserved someone as amazing as you. Anyone who ever used you and then threw you away didn’t deserve you. You deserve everything, definitely more than you have been given. Everyone not only needs but wants you here. You are wanted.”

LeFou felt tears roll down his face, “I… why…. how can you possibly think all that about me?” LeFou’s voice cracks as he made eye contact with Stanley he looked broken and scared.

“I think that and so much more. Here lay down you need to sleep,” he said holding him closely.

They slowly lay down and LeFou wraps himself around Stanley clinging to him like a life line. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you. You’re too good for me. You’re so perfect why did you pick me? You could have anyone so why me?”

“You are so perfect, you don’t see it but you are amazing. You are so stunningly beautiful and so kind and sweet. You are genuinely caring. Your first instinct when you meet people is to help them no matter what, even if you sacrifice yourself in the process,” Stanley said.

LeFou looked up at him stunned beyond words. He kissed Stanley softly but with passion. “I love you so much,” he said his voice shaking.

“I love you too,” Stanley said burying his head in LeFou’s neck. All the sudden LeFou let out the cutest noise, somewhere between a shriek and a giggle, that Stanley had ever heard.

LeFou froze, “Oh my god. I am so sorry. I’ve always hated my laugh, it’s so obnoxious. I’m sorry you had to hear it.”

“No, no it was adorable. You are adorable,” Stanley says kissing his cheek, “I love you so much, you are so beautiful.”

“I’m not my laugh is horrible. It’s either annoyingly shrieky like that or loud and annoying that makes my whole body shake and I look and sound like a fool,” LeFou said blushing.

“Stop calling yourself a fool. You are so smart and beautiful and that wasn’t annoying or shrieky it was as adorable and beautiful as you. I’m sure your other laugh makes you look stunning, even more than you already are which is saying a lot because you already so stunning,” Stanley says kissing his neck again. LeFou giggle-shrieks again.

“Stop,” he says giggling.

“Make me,” Stanley says. LeFou kissed him again causing Stanley to hum.

“I’m making it my goal to make you laugh the other way because I bet you are adorable,” Stanley says kissing his nose causing LeFou to groan.

“Trust me you don’t want me to its horrible,” He said burying his face in Stanley’s shoulder.

“I’m sure it’s as stunning as you are,” Stanley said bringing his face up to kiss him.

BTS React to: Going on a Haunted House tour with you on Halloween!

Namjoon; Lowkey wants to impress you by holding you close and keeping a cool disposition to ‘protect you’ but fails miserably when something pops out from behind the curtains, causing this big doofus to scream, making you scream even louder, resulting in both of you screaming your heads off like little kids. “Ahhh, I wasn’t really scared babe - I just didn’t want you to feel left out so I screamed along with you…you believe me, right?”~

Originally posted by vmih

Seokjin; Holding on to you the entire time as you both shuffle through the house with your flash lights - him pushing you both through quickly and just wanting to get out without pissing himself from being so freaking scared. When you both finally get out and you ask him if he’s okay (because he’s still clutching on to you for dear life) he says “Baby please let’s never do this again, next time let’s just stay in and eat until we can’t move any more…please?” :3

Originally posted by baebsaes

Yoongi; Would remain relatively calm until someone starts chasing both of you down the last long hallway - Yoongi grabbing you by your arm and bolting out the door faster than he ever ran in his life. Expect lots of shouting and giggling and holding on to you once you both got out safe and alive with him chuckling at how scared he got “Damn, I didn’t think I’d be that scared…you were scared too right? Right? Please tell me you were also scared…” c:

Originally posted by yoonmin

Hoseok; You and Hobi would have already decided to just run really fast through the house to get to the end as quick as possible - screaming along the way in hopes of frightening whatever was intending to frighten you. However, when Hoseok trips over his own feet, neither of you can help but burst out laughing at Hobi’s wisecracks as if your both in a damn horror movie “GO ON (Y/N)! SAVE YOURSELF! Wait I was juST KIDDING DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND”

Originally posted by troiskims

Jimin; Would try to act cool and flex his muscles like “Don’t worry beautiful, I’ll save you from any ghosts inside” as he wraps his arm around you and smirks to himself thinking he’s so manly - but when you tell him that muscles mean nothing when it comes to ghosts, the colour drains from his face as he looks at you like “Shit, u right” just to make you laugh. Even though he’s a bit scared, he’s having tonnes of fun spending the night with you c:

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Taehyung; Expect to hold his hand the whole way through like you can bet this boy will not let go of you, always in your ear with serious questions like “How easy would it be for a spirit to possess me? Would you still love with me if I got possessed?” While you assure him that none of it’s real and he pulls you in closer to him like “Let’s protect each other, I got u, we can do thiS TEAMWORK” You’d both probably end up laughing the whole way through thanks to his silly jokes to ease the scariness of the situation <3

Originally posted by jeonthegreat

Jungkook; Would end up getting scared at things that weren’t meant to be scary, like a floorboard creaking or another couple going through at the same time as you both. He would love that you clung on to him when something popped out, your grip around his arm making him smile when he should be screaming along with you. When you both got out, he’d be like “Let’s go again! I like it when you cling on to me from being a little scared” c:

Originally posted by sugutie

Stolen Car (Tony Stark x Reader)

“Hey Brucie….. Tony” You seemed cheerful when you walked into the lab, where you used to spend all your time becoming a field agent. Now you go there rather often, considering your boyfriend pretty much lived there.

“Are you still mad at me?” Tony got up to move closer to you but you simply inched closer to Bruce, who already seemed unconfortable. 

“Of course not, why would I? Here Brucie I brought coffee” You handed him his cup and he took it with a quiet ‘thank you’ before going back to trying to make himself invisible. Yes, you had gotten Tony a cup too, but you left it on the table. It’s not like he liked being handed things anyways.

“I’ve said I’m sorry” He got even closer to you two, eyes quickly flashing to his cup, and he had a small smile on his face when he read ‘Tony’ on it.

“Do I have to be here?” Bruce piped up, hands still in his work, barely looking up himself.

“Why wouldn’t you Brucie?” You asked, sitting down.

“What happened?” Bruce asked, sighing,  now clearly too disturbed from the heavy atmosfere that had set itself in the lab to keep working.

“Tony stole my car” You shrugged, sipping from your cup.

“I did not(!)…steal your car” He said the first part annoyed, but then you glared at him and he realized you were still hurt, so he said the rest softer.

Dr. Banner raised na eyebrow, confused on why or how Tony would have ever stolen your car. “Bruce, back me up. If you buy someone their dream car, is that stealing their car?”

Bruce tried to speak, he really did. But after all, he had been caught in the middle of a couple’s fight and he looked like a child watching their parents arguing. “I don’t -”

Of course he was interrupted. “You didn’t just buy me a new car, you sent my old one, the one my mother bought me before she died, to be destroyed”

“I didn’t know (Y/N). That’s the type of information you could have shared with me before”

“So was the information you were going to demolish my car,but you didn’t share that one either. Enjoy your fucking coffee” With that, you got up and left, your face redder than a tomatoe.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day. He probably didn’t leave the lab the whole day, but you didn’t go looking for him anywhere either.~

Once you left, Tony sat back down, covering his face with his hands and sighing heavily. “What do I do?”

Bruce just stood there for a while, mouth agape and not sure what to say. “Don’t ask me Tony. I’ve never seen her so pissed. I’d let her cool down”

It was already 1 am and you couldn’t sleep because Tony wasn’t in bed with you. It wasn’t the first time he had stayed up late working and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last, but you couldn’t help but wonder down to his lab.

This time, Bruce wasn’t there, but your boyfriend was.

He seemed too distracted to notice you, but he knew you were there, no matter how loud th emusic was when you entered. You turned off the music, but he still didn’t look at you.

“Come to bed.”

“Didn’t think you’d want me in you bed” He kept his gaze on his new, more improved, iron man leg, that he was currently adjusting. So you walked over, pushed him away from his work and straddled him, holding his face with both hands, finally making him look at you.

“I fucked up really bad (Y/N). I am so sorry” You looked him in the eyes and smiled.

“If I didn’t want you in our bed everytime you fucked up, we would have never slept together in the first place.” He chuckled and layed his head on your chest, hugging you tight. When he pulled back, he had a boyish grin spread across his face.

“Thank whoever put you in my path (Y/N)” He hugged you again. “God, I love you”

“You’re not forgiven Tony but I love you too, now let’s go to bed.”

too busy being yours to fall for somebody new | scoups

Originally posted by seokmind

genre: angst and fluff, kind of a badboy!au

word count: 1.4k

warning: swearing

synopsis: seungcheol leaves you and just over a year later you are getting married, but seungcheol turns up on your wedding day.

It had been just over a year since Seungcheol had decided that he was done with what you had to offer. You wanted to pretend that it was a shock but you knew it wasn’t, he wasn’t one for any sort of long term relationship.

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Rescued by Redwood

“41 with Happy, please”

“91 happy” (a please or thank you goes a long way! Xx)

#41 - “I need your help.”

#91 - “Help me hide!”

Running down the street, panting in fatigue and panic, you look back, checking for your pursuer. Satisfied that the coast is clear, you stop and try to catch your breath, your hands resting on your thighs.

You almost jump out of your skin as you feel a hand on your shoulder, spinning round as quick as lightening. Once you see its not who you were anticipating, you relax slightly, still gasping for air.

“You alright there, love?” The stranger asks, your eyes taking in his leather jacket, noticing the President’s patch on the front. You nod, swallowing deeply to try and salivate your throat. Most people would be terrified to communicate with a member of SAMCRO, but they’ve never done anything to bother you, and right now you had bigger fish to fry.

“Yeah, sorry, just a little jumpy.” you explain, your heart beat slowly dropping back to normal. You peek over the man’s shoulder, still keeping your wits about you. You look back at the man’s face, trying to reassure him with a small smile, the look on his face telling you he’s not buying it.

“Expecting someone?” He pulls out a smoke from his pocket, lighting it up and taking a drag, turning to look behind him. You barely hear what he’s saying as you notice a couple figures right at the top of the street, your heart stopping as you realise you’re not out of the woods yet.

“This is going to sound really weird, but I need your help. Please.” You throw caution into the wind, knowing that the men following you aren’t going to stop until they get to you, whether it be today, tomorrow or even in a week.

“My brother, well, step-brother, ran up a debt with some dealers, and now he’s skipped town. I’m the next best thing. See where I’m going with this?”

“Aye,” the man confirms, seeing the men getting closer and closer. “you want the big, bad bikers to scare off your company.”

“No, god no, it’s my shit to deal with, I know that.” You slip into the path of one of the houses, ducking behind some greenery. “Just help me hide! I’ll repay the favour somehow.”

The man drops his almost finished cig, crushing it with his boot, his eyes softening as he sees how shit scared these guys have made you, the thought of his own daughter invading his mind.

“Alright, lass, get inside.” He gestures to the house behind you, you running up the steps and pushing through the partially opened door. You don’t expect the living room to be occupied as you walk in, a sheepish smile appearing on your face.

“This is, erm,“ Chibs addresses the men, looking at you as he realises he doesn’t know your name.

”(Y/N), hi.“ You fill the gap for him, smiling awkwardly as you flicker your gaze from Chibs to the three men, the eyes on you making you blush.

“There’s a couple fellas been following her, trying to use her to pay for her brothers debt. Told her we’d step in like the chivalrous gentlemen we are.” Chibs informs them, leading you through to meet the residents of the house.

A knock on the door - well, more of a bang - interrupts you all, your head whipping to the door, then looking at Chibs in question. He points at two of the men, “Hap, Tig, why don’t you invite our lovely guests inside?”

Two men nod, walking past you, the one with the shaved head staring at you as he passes. You feel as if the air has been sucked from your lungs, the intensity in his stare making your legs feel weak. You couldn’t deny he was good looking, your eyes following his figure as he passes you, heading to the door with his friend.

“Why don’t you go and get some fresh air, (Y/N)? T.O will keep you company.“ You figure you don’t really have a choice in the matter. Not sure that you want to know what’s going to go down anyway, you nod, smiling at who you assume is T.O, following him outside.

“You know, most people in this town wouldn’t fancy the idea of being in the same space as SAMCRO.” T.O states as the two of you sit on a swinging chair in the back garden, the stars scattered in the moonlit sky.

“People in this town are just too judgemental, too reliant on other people to make their decisions.” You respond, wanting him to know you have no grievance against the Sons, the friendly smile he sends you making you feel more comfortable.

“What about you, hm? What do you think about our MC?” You hear a yell of pain from inside, not sure how to feel about the whole situation. Should you be scared, worried? Because honestly, what you’d seen of SAMCRO so far made you feel safe, welcomed. They could’ve just left you to be chased down, attacked on the street.

“You guys have never harmed me or my family in any way, and you’ve helped me out when you definitely didn’t have to.” you say, gesturing to the inside of the house, hearing a door slam shut. “I think you’re pretty nice guys if you ask me.”

At this, the man in front of you chuckles, grinning at you. “I’m not sure if you could call us nice, but we do what we have to do to stay on top, just like everybody else.”

You nod your head in understanding, resting back in the chair. No matter what other people said, you knew you would’ve been in deep shit tonight if Chibs and the others didn’t take you in. For that, you’ll always be thankful.

“I heard about Jax Teller, it was all over the news. Sorry for your loss.” You’re not sure if you’re overstepping any boundaries, but the gratitude in T.O’s face makes you feel reassured.

“Thank you.”

The back door slides open, your eyes turning to see the mysterious man from earlier, his eyes still holding that powerful stare from earlier. “It’s done.”

T.O nods in response, getting up and gesturing for you to follow him. You get up, walking behind him, a blush covering your cheeks as you slip past the tattooed man, your chest grazing against his. You feel his eyes on you, thanking God that you wore your best ass jeans today.

You walk back into the lounge area, seeing the dark haired man from earlier - your eyes reading the VP badge on his kutte - and Chibs standing in the room, awaiting your arrival.

“I’m sure they’ll leave you be from now on, sweetheart.” the VP says, as he extends his hand towards you. “I’m Tig, by the way.”

You place your hand in his, “Thank you, Tig. Thank you to all of you.” You feel like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders, knowing that you should be left alone from now on. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t mention it, lass, happy to help.” Chibs responds, sending a warm smile your way. “Where you heading? We’ll give you a lift, make sure you get there safe.”

You shake your head, not being able to understand how the men you’re in a room with can be so badly judged, when all they’ve shown you is kindness. “I’ll be fine honestly, you’ve done more than enough for me already-”

“Don’t be daft, love. Happy, you alright to take (Y/N) home?” Chibs directs his gaze to the man over your shoulder, you turning on the spot, thankful you’ve got a name to go with the man. Though, Happy was probably the last thing you’d call him.

“Sure.” You try to keep your eyes from bulging as you hear Happy’s deep voice, the husk in his tone sending a chill up your spine. His eyes stay set on you as he responds to his Prez, his eyes too piercing for you to turn away.

“Alright, see you back at the clubhouse.” Chibs, T.O and Tig stand up, the Tig and T.O wishing you goodbye, Chibs lingering in the door way. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N), feel free to pop by if you need our assistance again.”

“Thank you, Chibs.” He nods farewell, closing the door behind him. You turn to the man behind you, his eyes on yours as you two remain the only ones in the house.

“Wait here.” He says simply, as he disappears, his footsteps climbing the stairs. You take a look around the lounge, taking in the pictures on the mantlepiece. Picking up a gold bordered frame, you look at the photo inside, a younger version of Happy standing in between two women. You find yourself smiling, the grin on the boys face so infectious you can’t help it.

“Ready to go?” You jump in surprise, placing the photo back on the fireplace, embarrassment slipping in as you realise you’ve been caught being nosey. You clear your throat, nodding.

“This your place?” You ask as you follow Happy outside, him locking the door behind him before shoving the keys in his pocket. You follow him down the white steps, taking note of the helmet in his hand, your heart falting as you realise you’ve somehow forgotten that bikers ride motorbikes.

“It’s my mom’s house.“ That'a the only information he offers, his steps pausing in front of a beautiful bike, holding out the helmet for you to take. “Hope you’re not scared of riding.”

Your fingers skim his as you take the helmet from his grasp, his hands feeling rough and worn. “It’s my favourite position.“

You know he’s caught on to the double meaning of your words, one corner of his lips lifting up into a smirk, before it disappears again. His dark brown eyes assess you quietly, leaving you feeling vulnerable. “Where am I taking you?”

You tell him your address, putting the safety hat on, clipping it under your chin as Happy straddles his bike, the engine revving to life under his touch. Getting on behind him, you hesitantly wrap your arms around his waist, not knowing what else to do.

You jolt forward slightly as the bike moves, your grip getting tighter around the biker, your head resting against his back. Once you’ve got past the fear of almost flying off on every corner, you start to sort of enjoy the thrill that the motorbike brings. The wind rushing through your hair, the sound of the engine as it travels along.

You find yourself feeling slightly sad when you pull onto your street, Happy pulling into a spot near your house. You step off, him turning off the engine, resting the heavy machine on the kickstand. He pulls off his helmet, the street lamp casting a golden glow over the two of you.

“Thanks for the ride. Drive careful.” You smile at the intoxicating man once more, your body turning as you walk up your path, knowing you might not run into him again. You pause in your tracks, deciding to seize the day or whatever it is you’re supposed to do.

“Wait.” You spin around, walking back to Happy, swallowing down your nerves and hesitation. “Can I buy you a drink sometime? You know, to say thank you and all that.”

His expression falters, a smirk appearing on your lips as you realise you’ve caught him off guard. He looks at you, trying to figure you out, trying to understand why a beautiful, innocent girl like yourself would want to go out with a monster like him.

“I think I’m supposed to be the one asking you out.” he eventually responds, watching you curiously. You laugh, handing him your phone, rocking backwards and forwards on your feet as he types in his number.

“I like to keep it interesting.” you tease, accepting your phone back from him. You lean down, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, before stepping back. “See you soon.”

He watches as you turn around, retreating up your path and disappearing inside of your house. He shakes his head, smirking to himself at your spunky nature.

Once he reaches the clubhouse, he feels his phone vibrate, a text from an unsaved number lighting up his phone. He opens it, a hearty chuckle leaving his lips as he reads the message, knowing he’s found a special kind of woman.

‘So, what’s your favourite position? ;) x’

Originally posted by sikanapanele

A/N - I hope you guys liked this!!! I wanted to switch the gender roles up a bit and have the man get asked out for once😂 thanks for requesting and reading!!! Xxx