it is 2am and i clearly need to go to bed

prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”

pairing: tony x reader

word count: 2.6k+

warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff

prompt list: click here

a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x


It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.

She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.

It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.

But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.

Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.

She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.

“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.

“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”

“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You are more than welcome.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.

She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.

The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.

F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.

So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.

The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.

It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.

She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.

The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.

Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.

When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.

“Who’s there?”

Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.

“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.

“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.

Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.

“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”

Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.

On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.

“Yeah, and are you?”

She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.

She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.

“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.

“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.

“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.

“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.


The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.

“Yes, dear?”

She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.

“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.

The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.

Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.

He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.

“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.

“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.

“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”

And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.

She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.

They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.

He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.

But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.

The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.

“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.

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pairing: richie x eddie (reddie)

summary: eddie is tired of richie’s shit, especially when he’s trying to sleep.

warnings: none

prompt by: @prompt-bank

not my gif

“Listen, Richie, if you keep this up I’m gonna have to put you on the fucking streets,” Eddie said, knocking Richie over to his side of the bed.

Richie groaned in response and rolled over to his previous position, which just so happened to be way over the halfway line of the bed Eddie had set for the two.

Eddie grabbed the pillow that was under his head and screamed into it out of frustration. “I swear to god if you don’t get the fuck over I’m gonna choke you.”

“Is that a promise?” Richie said. Eddie could hear the amusement in Richie’s voice and knew for a fact that Richie was smirking.

“Fucking asshole,” Eddie mumbled under his breath, sitting up. “Why don’t you let me get any kind of sleep in this damn house? You’re ALWAYS in my space. I take the time out of my day to set boundaries AND YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME,” Eddie threw himself back against the bed and sighed in frustration.

“I just wanna be near you, Eds,” Richie replied, smiling at a very aggravated Eddie.

“Do not fucking call me that, you little shit.”

“I don’t get it, EDS, you always complain about me being too damn close to you at night. Isn’t that the point of sharing a fucking bed?” Richie asked. He honestly didn’t understand why it was such a big deal.

“I complain because you aren’t near me in a cute ‘let’s cuddle’ kind of way, you’re near me in an ‘I’m gonna throw both of my legs on top of you for the next 8 hours’ type of way, and it’s annoying as shit,” Eddie said, poking Richie in the chest.

“Well, I’m SO SORRY if I want to show my BOYFRIEND affection at night by being close to him. There should be no fucking boundaries when we’re asleep,” Richie said.


Eddie was practically losing his shit at this point, and Richie loved every single moment of it. Richie knew just how to get under Eddie’s skin at any given moment, but he had no idea that this time was different.  

“That’s it.” Eddie was utterly fucking annoyed considering it was 2am and he had gotten no sleep at all. He used every single ounce of power and will he had in his body and shoved Richie as hard as he could, making him fall off the bed with a loud “Oof.”

“Hey, what the fuck was that for?” Richie said, standing up and trying to climb back onto the bed. Much to his disappointment, Eddie had sprawled himself completely across the bed and was refusing to let him back in.

“Fuck you,” Eddie said, holding each side of the bed as tightly as he could, making sure Richie had no chance of getting back under the covers.

Richie decided to try to lay on top of the covers, but Eddie had other plans. Eddie immediately attacked Richie with small and frantic slaps, which caused Richie to cower away in shock.

“Who the hell are you and where the fuck is my real boyfriend,” Richie asked, holding his arms to his chest.

“I’m tired of it. I’m TIRED of it,” Eddie said.

“I’m tired too, now move the fuck over,” Richie said, trying to move Eddie back to his side.

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie replied, shaking his head stubbornly and holding his ground. “You’re sleeping on the couch. You’re not allowed in this bed anymore tonight.”

You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Richie yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

“I don’t care, go away, I’m tired and you’re annoying,” Eddie said.

Richie sighed and took his pillow from the bed. Eddie watched silently as he went to the closet and got a spare blanket. Richie made his way to the door and stepped through it, but not before turning back at Eddie dramatically and giving his best puppy-dog face in hopes Eddie would change his mind.

“Go,” Eddie said, still irritated.

“Fine,” Richie said, throwing Eddie a deadpan look and walking downstairs.

Eddie had gotten absolutely NO sleep at all. It had been about 2 hours since he had forced Richie to sleep downstairs, and he felt like he was suffering more than Richie was.

Eddie sat up on the bed, clearly exhausted. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Eddie threw the covers off of his body and made his way downstairs. He very quietly walked over to the couch, where he could just barely see Richie’s legs hanging over the side.

The sight of Richie asleep on the couch actually made Eddie feel kind of bad considering Richie was too tall to properly lay on the couch. It must be super uncomfortable.

Eddie walked over to stand in front of Richie, who was peacefully sleeping and lightly tapped him on his shoulder. Richie snored loudly in response.

Eddie sighed and nudged Richie. “Wake up, asshole.”

Richie shot up from the couch. Since his legs had been placed in an awkward position, the sudden movement caused them to tangle up and Richie was flung off the couch onto the carpeted floor.

“Ouch, what the fuck?” Richie sat up with a groan and rubbed his head, looking up at Eddie.

“Can you come back to bed with me? I can’t sleep,” Eddie asked sheepishly, already feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Wait a minute. You mean to tell me I was thrown out of my own damn bed, banished to the fucking couch, which is super un-fucking-comfortable by the way, and now you want me to come back because poor little Eddie can’t fall asleep?” Richie asked, faking irritation.

Eddie shifted slightly, his face heating up. He was suddenly really glad that it was dark so Richie wouldn’t notice, but he was also slightly scared. Was Richie really mad at him?


“Of course I will Eds,” Richie said happily, hopping up from the floor and grabbing his pillow. Eddie sighed in relief and followed his boyfriend back to their room.

Richie flopped onto his side of the bed and waited for Eddie to get in on his side. Richie placed his arm around Eddie’s waist and pulled him closer.

“Goodnight, Eds,” Richie whispered, smiling at the fact that Eddie needed him more than he had thought.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” Eddie whispered back.

2AM - part 5 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok X You

A/N: The soundtrack for this chapter is Jeff Buckley’s Lover You Should Have Come Over

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12

Between the three of you, Minseok’s frantic and consistently dramatic mother, his sister Minhee and yourself, you managed to drag Minseok to his room and deposit him onto his bed.

To say he was a bit inebriated was the understatement of the century. You’d known Minseok - intimately and honestly - for years, and you had never seen him in a state such as this.

He had to have been drinking all afternoon at least, and by the way you saw him drain that bottle of soju, and the fact that there was next to no liquor amongst the shattered bottle that littered the kitchen floor, telling you that he’d downed that one too, you knew he had really done a number on himself this time.

Even now as he laid, half on his bed, half hanging off and you pulled at his feet trying in vain to straighten him out and roll him onto his side so if he should happen to vomit in his sleep, you wouldn’t need to hold a press conference announcing the death of a beloved member of EXO- dead in his sleep, choked on his own vomit in a drunken stupor.

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Shawn and his guitar are (pleasant) loud neighbors with a terrible timing.

Everyone is just out of breath and stumbling in their own words in this one, sorryyyy!
It’s another draft I put some work on. I think something like this was already written before but I felt like posting it. I am considering doing a part 2 but I also liked the mystery so… I’ll leave you to it. I apologize in advance for my possible bad grammar and I promise I’ll stop with the Harry Potter references. Feedback is more than welcome! Enjoy xxx

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

You lied back down and the bed looked bigger. You suddenly missed a hug you had never lived in, a perfume you had never smelled, a breath you had never heard and hands that had never touched you. You felt that desire of bringing in to your world a love that you can only imagine what it’s like to have.

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Surprise gift

A/N: okay so here it is. This has taken fucking months and I’m super proud of it. I really hope you like it. It was originally written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash s writing challenge but I missed the deadline here it is anyway! Massive, Massive thank you to @noodlecupcakes for betaing this for me. All mistakes are my own. I will total fix the Taglist in the morning it’s 2am and I’m about to die.



Tags/ warnings: D/s , smut, guided masturbation, Sex Toys, Vaginal Penetration, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Panty Kink, sub space, sub Drop, Comfort Aftercare, pussy slapping, cum tasting, bodily fluid, Dom! Negan, Undernegotiated Kink, Consent, Seduction, orgasm control, edging,


You were just drifting off again trying to get another nap in before your night shift on guard duty when a knock at the door jars you back into reality.

Taking a second to stretch out your back, you rise up off of your bed and answer the door. You don’t need to open it to know who is waiting for you on the other side, the tell tale ‘shave and a haircut’ rhythm giving him away. Feeling more curious than worried you slide the deadbolt back and open the door to see the man himself leaning against the doorframe.


With Lucile resting gently on his shoulder, he smiles, cocking his head to the side slightly looking rather amused before wetting his lips. “Hey there sleepy head.”

Blinking yourself awake you run your fingers through your tangled hair, not quite sure if he was making fun of you or not. “I’m on nights this week - what’s wrong?”

Pinching his eyebrows together, Negan leans into the space between you both without any real heat to his voice. “Nothing’s wrong butternut – shit, why does something always have to be fucking wrong?”

“You don’t normally knock on my door.” You reason with him, stretching out a little as you scratch the back of your neck. You knew you were lucky to be in his good graces really. You never had to worry about his mood or him making some dramatic display at your expense but then again you never took advantage of it either. Keeping your head down and doing you job to the best of your ability had done you well and Negan seemed to appreciate it.

As he explains, you watch the way his eyes trail down your body and can’t help but feel a tremor of lust nip under your skin - not that you’ll ever let him know that. “True, true. But I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been busting those great big lady nuts of yours and I wanted to fucking get you something nice as a little reward.”

“Is that right?” Surprises were never really your thing if you were honest. Especially seeing as the new world was filled with surprises of the deadly variety. Still, the thought of a reward did catch your attention and you found yourself wondering what it could be to prompt Negan into making a personal visit.

With an easy shrug Negan brings Lucile down to rest against his boot in one fluid motion. “That’s all she fuckin’ wrote. Can I come in or are you gonna leave old Negan out in the fucking cold?”

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Would a kiss be too much to ask? - Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

A/N: woah,, that gif thoooughhhh

Title: Would a kiss be too much to ask?

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count:  I didn’t count - whoops

Warnings: Fluff - based on this song!!

It was nearly early morning. Bucky was lying down on his bed staring at the glow in the dark stars that y/n had put up on his ceiling. He couldn’t sleep. His mind wouldn’t stop thinking. He lazily connected the stars with his finger, until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He huffed and sat on the edge of his bed. He could go check on y/n, but she could be sleeping - and he didn’t want to be a bother. Bucky sighed and was about to lie down on his bed again until he heard a loud “thud!” from the kitchen and a silent curse from what he believed was y/n. He chuckled softly to himself then sprang onto his feet. He scratched the back of his neck groggily and yawned when he made his way to the kitchen to see the damage y/n had done.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen and folded his arms. Y/n was cleaning up the milk she’d spilled after trying to reach for the oreos.

She looked up at him then rolled her eyes, “I was hungry Bucky. Don’t judge,” She whispered, making sure that she wouldn’t wake up Steve and the others.

“Need help?” Bucky whispered back, moving to get another towel to wipe up the mess.

Y/n shook her head, “No, I’m fine. Thank you though.”

Bucky reached over for an oreo and dunked it in the milk, “It’s 2am, what’re you doing still up doll?” He asked.

“I told you, I was hungry! There’s also a meteor shower and I was planning on going up onto the roof of the tower and watching it.” She said, carrying her oreos and a cup of milk, “Did you wanna come and watch it with me?”

Bucky nodded, and poured himself a glass of milk then followed y/n up to the roof. When they were up there, Bucky was surprised to see blankets and numerous pillows already set up.

Y/n giggled, “I have a lot of spare time when we’re not training.”

“I figured,” Bucky chuckled, wiping off his milk-stache with the back of his hand.

Y/n started to lie down on the blankets and patted the space next to her. Bucky sat down and looked up at the skies with y/n.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Y/n sighed, snuggling into Bucky’s side.

“It is.” Bucky smiled down at her and bopped her nose.

Y/n laughed and continued to look up at the shooting stars that flew past them.

“Hey, y/n?” Bucky asked, “Could you pass the oreos?”

Y/n nodded, still looking up at the stars - clearly captivated by all the blinking lights in the sky. Bucky beamed, grinning from ear to ear.

“Doll?” He whispered, putting an arm around her to warm her up and pull her closer to him.

“Yes Bucky?” She whispered back as her eyes sparkled in the starry night.

“Would a kiss be too much to ask?” He said, his fingers intertwining with hers.

Y/n blushed and kissed Bucky, “You don’t have to ask Bucky.”

Bucky smiled and kissed y/n on the cheek, “I was just making sure you’d let me, doll.”

He barely even noticed that y/n was slowly drifting off to sleep, softly snoring into his side. Bucky could’ve sworn that he could’ve died from how cute she was, cuddling up next to him. How’d he get so lucky?

Friends With Benefits


so I got like 40 likes on the post suggesting I may do a Bucky Barnes friends with benefits type thing and so here is part one

My chapters are usually very long cos I love to talk and the same applies to my writing (my mouth gets a better work out than any other part of my body

Here is chapter one: Alcohol makes you new friends….sort of

Hope you all enjoy it ☺️

It was girls night in the tower which meant wine and gossip.

You loved girls night.

It meant moscato. You loved moscato.

Well, you just loved alcohol in general.

Tonight was Pepper, Natasha, Hope, Sharon, Darcy, Laura, Wanda and Maria.

This meant a good mix.

“Okay, but seriously, you can’t tell me you don’t just wanna take charge and tell him to hell with his stupid gentlemen-ly crap” Darcy said to Sharon.

“Believe me I do, but it’s nice y'know, the guy is patient, which is needed given how demanding my job can be” Sharon spilled, stunningly sober compared to the rest of them, but then again o was Natasha.

“I don’t understand how you can all be around superheroes all the time and not screw them all” you said incredibly tipsy and mouth now that the 3 bottles of wine had hit you.

“Because some of them are just stupid” Pepper said with a slight hiccough.

“Okay, besides Tony” you said.

“Aww, does Y/N have a crush on an Avenger?” Laura cooed slightly buzzed, but still in her motherly form.

“Um, yes. On like all of them” you admitted.

“Ooo who’s number one on the list?” Wanda asked.

You just looked at Sharon.

“Sorry” was all you said while everyone giggled.

“I totally get it, Cap looks good for his age” Darcy said bumping her hip with yours.

“Next?” Natasha smirked.

“T'Challa” you groaned. “He’s beautiful” you admitted.

“I need this list in order” Pepper said laughing.

“Cap, T'Challa, Thor, Bucky, Fandral seems charming as hell so him, Peter seems like you could laugh with him so he’s next, so yeah, Starlord after Fandral. Then Strange? He’s not too old. I cannot include the Kid, Tony or Rhodey cos age differences. And Vision is like a brother to me along with Sam, so yeah” you explained sipping more wine.

“Okay so the real question is, which one would you sleep with” Hope said pointing a finger at you. “Cap isn’t an option, Thor has Valkyrie, Peter’s got Gamora, Strange has a girl too, soooo, T'Challa, Bucky or Fandral?” Hope asked.

“T'Challa isn’t exactly an option either, he’s got a kingdom to run” Maria pointed out.

“Yes, Thank you Maria” you said wincing as you had a glass of Pinot Griggio instead of the Moscato, the slight difference in flavours clashing.

“Who has more stamina, a god or a supersoldier?” you asked seriously.


Voices clashed together with different opinions.

“It has to be a god! I mean come on, they’re gods!” Pepper yelled.

“Cap’s a pretty decent match when he spars with Thor, and he’s way more built then Fandral” Natasha said.

“But Cap has the serum, I bet he can match a god any day” Hope said.

“But Bucky and Cap are slightly different super soldiers, so out of them, who’s better?” Darcy asked.

“They’re actually fairly similar” Sharon said in thought.

“Well I’d go with whoever’s got the best stamina, I need a few things before I’m satisfied” you said with a grimace.

“Woah, what does that mean?” Natasha said with a knowing glint.

“You know exactly what it means” you groaned. “When did guys become so bad at all things sex?” you asked no one in particular.

“When porn became reality for them” Darcy said.

“Idiots” you grumbled.

You all continued for a while not noticing that Bucky was in the room right next to the lounge, door closed, but super hearing working just fine.

Smiling and laughing quietly at the drunken antics going on next door until he heard what you had to say. Then he made his mind up about things.

“Ugh, 2am, I need to get home” Maria said. “Sharon, you can crash on my couch, I don’t wanna wake up in hangover mode alone” she mumbled.

One by one everyone left until it was you, Wanda and Natasha.

“I’m heading off to bed, last thing I need is Vis listing all the effects of alcohol and sleep deprivation tomorrow morning” she groaned before heading off to bed leaving just you and Natasha.

“I’m making you and Barnes happen” she smirked.

“You most certainly are not” you told her sternly.

“Oh I’ve already started” she said looking behind you at the tall figure which you didn’t notice being tipsy.

“You know it’ll happen” she called over her shoulder as she turned to head to her room.

“It will not happen” you said turning abruptly and smacking into something hard.

Groaning, you clutched your shoulder.

“Ugh, when was there a wall here?” you asked to yourself.

“There isn’t” a voice said.

Deep and Brooklyn.
Crap. Bucky.

“Right, hi Bucky, sorry for the walk in” you apologised.

“Not a problem” he said brushing it off. “What’s Romanoff so determined to not make happen exactly?” he asked feigning curiosity.

“Uh, something about me and fitness, not my forte” you stumbled over a useful excuse.

“I could help you out if you’d like?” he offered.

Well shit, you obviously didn’t think that one through. Course he’d offer to help.

“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll just stick to Yoga and Pilates” you laughed nervously.

“Yoga and Pilates huh? You must be pretty flexible, we could start out with something more suited to you, something that uses your flexibility, you’d probably be able to keep going for hours that way, we could really test out your limits that way” he said with some sort of undertone to his words that you were too drunk to place.

“Really, training with supersoldiers would not be a pretty sight” she said honestly.

“I’m sure we could find a work out that suits you” he said.

“I’m good, promise. I am gonna go to bed” you said quickly moving to get around him.

But you, with your marvelous fortune, decided to showcase just how truly drunk you were, in your heels of all things and would’ve unintentionally nearly dived into the floor if it weren’t for Bucky catching you.

“Woah, you’ve had a bit much to drink” he chuckled holding you up by your biceps.

“Apparently so” you said enthusiastically. “I’m gonna go to bed Bucky Barnes” you told him in a very matter-of-fact tone.

But before you could move he simply scooped you up in his arms.

“Hey! I can walk you know” you berated him.

“I know you can, I see you do it almost every day, you’re just not as proficient when you’re drunk” he teased.

“I can still walk just fine” you said stubbornly like his last sentence was all a lie.

“Y'know, Romanoff wouldn’t of had to set us up doll” he smirked as your mouth gaped like a fish.

“What?” you tried playing dumb.

“You know what I’m talking about” he smiled at your apparent shyness. “You could knock on my door rain, hail or shine and I’d open it for you” he said making your heart race.

Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

“That’s really not necessary Bucky” you smiled sheepishly.

“I know, I wouldn’t be doing it out of necessity” he murmured, his lips entirely too close to your ear making you tense slightly. Something he obviously noticed. “Am I making you nervous?” he asked innocently. “You seem kinda tense” he observed.

“No…” you said looking anywhere but him.

“I think that’s a lie sweetheart” he said in another teasing tone which would kill you.

“You think you know a lot don’t you?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I do” he smiled as he came to stop in front of your door.

Somehow managing to open it, he maneuvered into your room and put you down gently on your bed.

You moved to unclasp the necklace your high school best friend got you but once again, you were having no luck.

“Would you like some help?” Bucky asked, clearly amused.

“No” you grumbled attempting once more.

“Here” Bucky offered as you gave up.

Easily removing the necklace, he smiled.

“There.” he said. “It’s a pretty necklace” he said eyeing the pendant. A sapphire blue pendant that was wrapped in the silver of the necklace.

“Yeah, my friend got it for my 16th birthday” you said. “6 years later and I’m still wearing it, he got a matching ring” you said.

“Cute” he smiled.

“Thank you for helping me back to my room, I’m gonna go to sleep now” you said in an attempt to shoo him away from your socially awkward self.

“Can I steal another moment from you?” he asked.

“Why…?” you asked suspiciously.

“No particular reason” he hummed. “Except I think you should put a theory to test” he said.

“What theory?” you asked jumping slightly when he took your hand and starting rubbing circles into tops of your hand right hand.

“The theory that not all men are useless” Bucky said simply. “Some of us still know what to do and where to put things”

And here you are again. Gaping. Like a fish. Wonderful.

“Just think about it” he said getting up from your bed and heading to the door. “Goodnight Y/N” he smiled.

“Night” you said in a voice that magically came out higher in pitch than usual.

‘Screw you and your charm Barnes’ you though irritably.

“Oh and Y/N?” he said before shutting the door.

“Hmm?” you said looking up.

“I’m a super soldier, I’ve got pretty decent stamina” he smirked before making a quick exit.

“Oh Christ Almighty” you muttered before falling back into your bed.

Leaving a happy supersoldier walking away from your room whose supersoldier hearing picked up your groan of frustration.

Part 2: Spectacular 


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99 Problems (2/?)

         Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairings :  No official pairings yet, but Steve Rogers x reader, Johnny Storm x reader, Tony stark x reader, avengers x reader.

Warnings : swearing, angst,tiny bit of fluff

Italics are memories , & bold is the readers thoughts

                                                   Chapter 2

Johnny doesn’t ask any questions, just holds you hand as the elevator descends. As soon as you’re both out in the cool New York air, your demeanor shifts from gloomy to devious. You turn, sending Johnny a smirk.

“Let’s get this party started, Sparky!“ You excitedly say as you approach is motorcycle. He chuckles, following you and hands you a helmet. You slip it over your head and speed off.

  Johnny takes you to the bar you both usually go to when you have a night out, Night Owl. You always laugh at the lame name but the bar is always fun with him. As you head in, you notice it’s more busy than usual. You eye the bodies on the dance floor, watching the way they move together so sexually. Jesus, do they know they are in public? Johnny pulls you towards the bar, starting your night off with five shots of Tequila.

   Drinks keep showing up in front of you, either from guys sending them over or Johnny being a little shit and telling the bartender to keep them coming. Damn it, Storm. Before you know it, you completely bypass the tipsy stage and land right in the drunk zone. The bar keeps filling with people, pushing you closer to Johnny. He slides his arm around your waist keeping you anchored at his side so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd. As you both down another shot, the song switches to something familiar. You can’t remember the name but the beat grabs your attention. You turn to Johnny, trailing your hand over his chest. He raises his eyebrow at you but doesn’t stop your antics.

Originally posted by chrisandchips

“What do you say Storm, you up for a dance?” He laughs, grabbing your hand and guiding you through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. He pulls your body against his, leaving no space. You gasp as your chest pushes against his as his hands grip your waist. You both begin moving to the music, your bodies moving in sync with each other. You whirl your body around, pressing your back to his chest. You think you hear a moan from him but you ignore it, starting to grind your ass against him to the music. His grip tightens on your hips and he moves his mouth to your ear, sending chills down your spine when he grazes it.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“I didn’t know you liked dancing, babe,” he says into your ear. You lean your head back against his shoulder and place your hand over one of his at your waist, pushing you against him harder. You can feel his clearly hard dick pressing into your ass and this time the moan comes from you. You dance against him for a few songs until you’re both over heated.

He leads you back to the bar and orders the both of you waters as you check your phone, not believing how late it is.

“Johnny, it’s 2am already!” you tell him as he hands you your water. He sends you a smirk then downs his water.

“You ready to get out of here, princess?” You roll your eyes at the pet name.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You head out, but when the cold air hits you both you realize how drunk you are. There’s no way Johnny can drive a motorcycle now.

“Alright, let’s find a cab,” you sigh, but he grabs your hand stopping you.

“Orrrrrrrr we can walk back my place and just stay there tonight.” He points his thumb over his shoulder and you can see the Baxter building (Home of the Fantastic 4) within walking distance.

“Fine, but you’re giving me a piggyback ride, human douche.” Your tone is nothing but playful. Johnny crouches down and you jump onto his back. He starts walking towards his building as you rest your head against his.

Originally posted by selena91lorena

“You know, when we get home you can have a different kind of ride.” You giggle then flick his ear.

“Behave yourself, Storm. Or I’m going to stay with Ben, ” you threaten. Johnny scoffs and mumbles to himself. His and Ben’s relationship is a bit rocky. No pun intended. He teases Ben about being ‘The Thing’ and his orange, stoney appearance constantly. Their friendship consists of pranks, arguments, and sometimes loving moments. You get along with the entire team: Ben, Sue Storm-Richards, and Reed Richards. They’re just like a slightly altered version of your Avenger family.

When you guys finally get up to his floor, he sets you down. You both go straight to his room, exhaustion from the night setting in. He goes in his draws, flinging a pair of flannel pants and a black t-shirt at you. He grabs clothes for himself and stays facing away from you to change. You blush when he takes off his shirt, quickly turning to give him the same privacy he gave you. You begin changing, pulling his shirt over your head, and as you go to step into the pants you hear a long whistle come from behind you. You snap your head up, catching Johnny’s eyes trailing over you panty-clad ass.

“So that’s what was pressing against me… can’t say I imagined anything less perfect.” You blush and pull up the pants and flick him off. You both fall into his bed, moaning as your bodies hit the mattress. He shuts his lights off and turns his body away from you. As you’re about to fall asleep, his voice startles you.

“Aren’t you going to be the big spoon?” You laugh but move you body to his. You wrap your arms around his waist, curving your body flush against his.

“Goodnight, princess,” you whisper. He begins to reply but you nuzzle your face into his back and pass out.

Originally posted by shipsmania

  When you both wake up the next morning, you go to the bar to retrieve his bike and he takes you back to the tower. You leave him with a kiss on the cheek before walking towards the doors. You hear footsteps nearing you and familiar voices appear with them. They would be getting back at the same damn time. What did I do to deserve this? Bucky, Steve and Sam join you while you’re waiting for the elevator. You look to all of them, taking in their sweaty, hot as hell appearance. Damn it Y/n, stop it. You’re mad at him, stop ogling his sweaty, beautiful body. You shake out of your mind when the elevator dings and you all file in. You stay towards the front as they stand behind you.

“Walk of Shame, Y/n?” Sam playfully asks as he pokes your side.

“Don’t be jealous Sammy, I still have enough attention for you babe.” You send him a wink, causing him to blush. Bucky smiles, watching the interaction, but Steve just glares at your clothes.

Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

“Besides, can’t be a walk of shame if nothing scandalous happened, Wilson.” The elevator dings on your floor and you walk out of the elevator and straight to your room. You flop into your bed, thoughts of Steve swirling around. A knock on your door saves you from your own mind.

“It’s open,” you say, leaning up on your elbows. Wanda enters, still in her pajamas.

"Did you just get home?” she asks as she lays next to you.

“Yeah, I ended up crashing at Johnny’s last night. It was closer the bar we went to.”

“So that man, Johnny Storm, is he your boyfriend?” she questions hesitantly. You snort at her assumption.

“No, he’s just a friend. I was going to introduce you but I just - I needed to get out of here last night…“

"I understand, but aren’t you going to at least talk to Steve. Y/n, he-”

“Kissed another woman after telling me he loves me. I don’t care what he has to say Wanda, he actions say everything.” You both go silent, neither of you know what to say now.

“You up for breakfast?” she breaks the silence.

“Hell yeah! I’m going to change real quick then let’s go make some waffles!” You leap out of your bed and switch Johnny’s pajamas for your own. You tug on your pajama shorts and your usual sleep shirt. It was a navy blue Brooklyn shirt Steve gave to you a while ago. You sigh, grabbing Wanda’s hand and dragging her to the kitchen. You both shuffle around, grabbing all the ingredients for waffles. You have FRIDAY play music and you both start dancing as you cook. You end up with four giant plates stacked with waffles.

Originally posted by bethesong

“FRIDAY, alert the team there is waffle please.” The AI does as you ask and soon the kitchen is buzzing with conversation between the team. You all sit around the table eating and laughing. You hear the elevator door ding.

“Honey, I’m home!” Johnny? You abandon your waffles and meet him halfway.

“What are you doing here?”

“Maybe I missed you.” You fake gag at him. He laughs then pulls your phone from his pocket and hands it to you.

“Figured this wouldn’t be any good to you from my apartment.” How did I forget my phone? You wrap your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.

“You’re a lifesaver, Johnny. I don’t care what your sister says about you,” you joke. He rolls his eyes, but before he can make a retort you ask if he wants to join you for breakfast.

“No, my sister needs me to try out a theory Reed has about my powers. I just didn’t want you to be phoneless.”

  “Don’t set anyone on fire this time, alright?” you warn, remembering the last time he was testing his flames with Reed. Before you sit down, a hand swats your ass. And not just any hand, a burning hand.

 “Ow! Damn it, Johnny! That the third pair of shorts!” You fan the smoke from his handprint seared into your shorts. Johnny is already running out of the kitchen but you chuck a waffle at his head, successfully (but barely) hitting the back of his head.

“Bye guys!” he yells from the elevator. You roll your eyes and sit back down. When you look up, all eyes are on you. Questioning looks and smirks are all you see.

“You and Hot Head, huh?” Clint asks as he stuffs a waffle In his mouth.

Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

“It’s not like that. Johnny just - he’s a good friend. What was I supposed to do? You all left. I’m way too needy and Tony wasn’t giving me enough attention.” you shrug, receiving laughs from them. Steve looks slightly relieved, making you angry. What right does he have? Shouldn’t he be screwing Sharon by now? Wanda shoots you a glare as she hears your thoughts. You send her a ‘whoops’ face. You volunteer to do dishes, so as everyone leaves you begin gathering the plates.

“Let me help.” Captain Manners always trying to help a damsel. You roll your eyes at the offer.

“I’m a big girl, I think I can handle doing the dishes alone, Steve.”

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying you don’t have to.” You sigh, dropping the plates angrily into the sink.

“Steve, just stop. Stop doing whatever you’re trying to do.” You lean yourself against the counter across from him.

Originally posted by 23onetreehill12

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just let me explain Y/n, it’s not-”

“You don’t need to. I wasn’t your girlfriend, you can kiss whoever you want Rogers. I’m not your fucking keeper,” you spit out. He moves forward, caging you between his arms and the counter. Your eyes go wide as you look to his.

"How are you so fucking hard headed!?”

“It’s a gift, really.” you sass back. You see a mischievous look flash in his eyes. Oh boy, what is he up to?

  “Fine, you said I could kiss whoever I want?” You raise your eyebrow at him, not understanding what his angle is. His hand moves to cradle your cheek, pulling your face closer to his. For a second, you let the feeling of missing him get the best of you but then you snap out of it. As his lips are about to touch yours, you place both hands on his chest and push him back.

Originally posted by never-let-that-go-hold-on-that

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His mouth opens but you aren’t about to listen to his shit.

 "You really are something else, Steve Rogers. You think after telling me you love me and kissing someone else, you can just waltz back in here, kiss me and everything will be alright?“ you yell. You didn’t notice Bucky and Sam re-enter the kitchen.


“No! Fuck you, Steve. You were my best friend. I was content with being just that. You’re the one that told me you love me, you’re the one that kissed me, you’re the one that chose to kiss Sharon Fucking Carter. Not only did you just lose my respect, but you lost our friendship.” You storm past Bucky and Sam.

“I hope she was worth it!” you yell over your shoulder.

  You stay in your room for most of the afternoon, the mornings events on repeat in your head. You called Johnny right after leaving Steve in the kitchen and told him what happened. He offered to set Steve’s motorcycle on fire, but you declined (even though you both knew you wanted to say yes). Now you’re just staring at your ceiling, debating what to do with the rest of the day. FRIDAY’s voice appears, making you squeal from the shock.

“Agent Y/n, your presence is being requested in the communal kitchen in five minutes for a team meeting.” A meeting in the kitchen? What’s the point in having a conference/meeting room, Stark? Whatever.

“FRIDAY, what is the meeting concerning?” “I’m not at liberty to say but Secretary Ross will be attending.” Ross. Oh this is going to be a blast.

  Since the events resulting from the Accords, you’ve been itching to get your hands on Ross. The man chased after an innocent man, imprisoned your friends, and while containing them he mistreated them, mainly Wanda. Anger swims through your body at the thought of Wanda being restrained and, from what you hear, muzzled for awhile. You get up, changing out of your pajamas into your usual ripped jeans and a tee. You grab one of your throwing knives from your drawer and hide it in your back pocket. Never know what can happen.

  You leave your room and head to the kitchen ready to rip Ross apart. You enter the kitchen, keeping your face emotionless, and see the rest of the team is already present. Everyone seems tense which is understandable.

“Alright, now that everyone’s here, let’s get started!” Tony says, clapping his hands together. Ross steps forward now, a stern look on his features

. “You’re probably wondering why I wanted to meet in the kitchen. I wanted a less… stressful mood and the conference room didn’t seem to give that.” You roll your eyes but continue listening. “I’m here to discuss the return of the team. Since you’re in the states now you have rules to follow.” He pulls out a few papers and places his glasses on.

“Rule number one: Barnes is not to attend missions alone. We cannot risk him compromising a mission if something triggers his…other personality.” He is really going to single Bucky out? This sounds like a different form of Accords. You release a dry laugh, pulling his eyes to yours. As you go to open your mouth, it seems Steve beats you to it.

“Even after everything, after proving Bucky is innocent, you have the nerve to make rules against him?” You can tell by his tone and the way his hands are fisted at his side that he’s barely containing his anger. And the show begins. Get him, Rogers.

Originally posted by stallingdemons

  “He’s a risk, Rogers. Anything could set him off. You’re biased when it comes to this, don’t you think?” Ross argues, pulling another laugh from you.

 "Is something funny, Agent?“ You smile.

"You think Steve is bias then what about me? I don’t even know him.” You look to Bucky, then continue, “You have to nerve to single out Barnes after he was wrongly accused in the first place? His mind was cleared of the trigger words, so what’s the problem? He is a war hero and a victim. We should be helping him, not singling him out and excluding him. That rule is such bull sh-”

“Y/n-” Steves captain voice sends chills through you. Fuck, I love when he uses that voice. Damn it, focus. How is he managing to stay level headed? I don’t even fucking know Barnes and I’m about to explode for him. You send Steve a look silently telling him now isn’t the time to hold back.

Originally posted by msdevindanielle

He appears to get your message, his posture gets even straighter as he confronts Ross. “She’s right, you’re making it sound like the tiniest thing is going to set him off. The doctors worked incredibly hard to make sure that doesn’t happen. The chances of him slipping are barely higher than any of ours. So why don’t you take these rules and rethink them before you step into our home and demand such offensive things, Secretary,” Steve says, holding Ross’s attention. 

  You move, standing next to Steve, arms crossed over your chest. Even though you are still sticking to what you said earlier about the friendship being gone, you have to stick by him to protect Bucky.

  “You heard the Captain. Pack your papers up, the doors that way.” You point in the direction of the elevators. Ross seems to snap.

 "Control your girlfriend, Rogers, before she gets herself into trouble.” He turns to glare at you. “Do I need to remind you that you didn’t sign the Accords either, Y/n? You should have been thrown in jail with the rest of them.“ That’s it, gloves are off. You slam your hands against the table,

 "What are you going to do Ross, put me in restraints and muzzle me like you did to Wanda? Or let your guards throw me around like they did to Sam? These rules are shit. Who are you make these? I don’t see you out there risking your ass to save the world, so why don’t you take your rules and shove them up your ass."  You turn to leave but Ross starts up again.

"They broke the law, they deserved to be there. Being heroes doesn’t exclude you from following laws. Restraining Miss Maximoff was a necessary precaution, she is a danger-” You whip yourself around, throwing your knife and embedding it the wall next to Ross’s head. Everyone’s eyes are wide. Steve is behind you within seconds, his arm around your waist pulling you back. You glance over your team, taking in the tears in Wanda’s eyes and what you think to be a look of gratefulness on Bucky’s face.

 “Calm down, don’t give him the satisfaction, Doll.”  Steve says, is lips close to your ear. You feel his grip tightening like he knows you’re going to lunge. You know the action wasn’t meant to be so intimate, it was suppose to stop you killing Ross; but Steve made it seem a lot more than that. You feel him move closer to your ear again, but you shoulders tense at the action and you push out of his grip. Because that didn’t feel weird. His words calm you, but not enough.

Originally posted by couplenotes

“I’m not going to warn you again. Take your papers and get out,” you growl. Ross leaves the papers on the table but moves to leave.

“This isn’t over,” he threatens as he passes you. You’re damn right this isn’t over.


Originally posted by karalynward

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Dan x Reader - Dan's Wave Sounds

“y/n? You’re still awake?” Dan’s voice asked sleepily and I mentally scolded myself. He probably heard me whispering to myself. It was nearly 2AM and I was still up with thoughts flooding my mind. This rarely happened, but on the occasion it did, I just for the life of me could not go to sleep. Worries, hopes, fears, anxieties and anything else my busy brain could possibly come up with. There was also the crippling fear that I could just mess everything up and I just ugh; I just want to sleep.
“Yeah, barely though.” I lied and pretended to yawn hoping he’d be too sleepy notice. I could deal with making myself suffer, but Dan’s sake didn’t deserve this.
“Oh okay.” He murmurs and rolling his head over.
After that, my mind continued into another crazy frenzy. I was maybe kind of stressed out and worried, so many things have been going wrong and nothing to plan. My brain would not shut up about all the bad things and if not bad, then all the others things that needed handling. I was stressing myself out yet I couldn’t even do anything, oh how I hate this.
“Go to freaking sleep y/n. Just go to sleep.” I told my worried mind frustratingly.
“Are you alright?” His soft natural voice with trickled with concern and I just shook my head, sighing disappointingly. Shoot, I said that out loud. Dan’s tall body curled right back over even closer to me.
“Sorry, I just can’t sleep.” I said exhaustedly but my thoughts still wouldn’t calm themselves.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should’ve have told me.” He frowned as he pulled me closer to him into a hug, making me smile. He kissed my forehead softly and I sighed. At least if I had be wide awake, Dan was right beside me. His body was cool and breaths calmed, his soft hair was half straight and hair curly from the way he slept. I could feel his smooth cheek against my own, and I turned my lips over to his mouth.
“It’s okay, I didn’t want to bother you.” I said quietly after our kiss.
Sighing peacefully in his arms as we spooned, we were both both content with each other’s presence.
“You know how you like listening to water to go to sleep sometimes? Because you said it’s relaxing and soothing.” Dan’s voice asked suggestively and I nodded. I remember that memory clearly, me lying there with a waves playlist while Dan stared at me in confusion.
“Mhhmmm, it’s nice.” I chirped feeling his breath against my neck.
Dan then kissed my neck before his lips made their way back to my cheek.
A moment of nothingness followed where it just our breaths. He began to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, his fingers were gentle and demeanor loving, as he proceeded to do something completely unexpected.
“Swwhhisshhhh–shhh-swwishh—” Dan’s voice quietly murmurs as I turn my face towards him, confused.
“What are you doing?” I say in a hilarious awe at my dork of a boyfriend.
“Shhh… it’s the ocean.” His voice says deeply due to the time of night it is.
“Whoooshhh-woosh,” his mouth continues to intimate wave sounds. There are breaths acting as clashing, gentle sounds ending in “sh”, followed along with my laughs.
“Drip-drop-click-click-clock-click-clock,” is what his sound changes to and just cringe with a big smile.
“What, is that supposed to be? Rain?” I giggle throwing my head back even more amused than before and Dan nods.
“Whoooshh–swisshhh-wooooOOsh-oh, oh, the waves are back! pshhhh—splash–oh no y/n they’re splashing all over us!” His face has the purest smile along with the kindest eyes that are lit through the dark. The breeze of his blowing breath, acting as the wind, reached my ears and tickled causing me to giggle.
“Oh no!” I roll my eyes and begin to play along whilst smiling like a little child.
“Drip-drop-drip-drop… now it’s raining too,” Dan says with false worry pretending to shake me.
I scoff and just totally lose it and laugh completely. This is what was happening right now, that this was happening right now because Dan wanted it to. He’s literally making water noises for me to sleep, how incredibly sweet yet odd and just completely hilarious could he be.
“What are you laughing so hard at?”
Dan asked looking at me and my dorky grin. Dan was willing to replicate ocean noises just to distract me so I could sleep.
“You and your wave sounds.” I say pecking him on the cheek.
“They’re great aren’t they? ” Dan states curiously with eagerness.
I nod, “Yes, incredible.”
I lay back flat in my bed and hope I can finally rest, but to my surprise the sound returns continues once again and I just put my hands to my face and cringe laughing quietly.
“Whooosh—wooo-swish.” He teases nipping at my ear and I finally turn bring myself to view his shadowed face.
Drawing my mouth closer to his and title gently, our lips collide smoothly as his thumb rubs circles on my hip.
“I love you. Thank you for being my ocean.” I say and he nods reassuringly.
“I love you, and I will be always be your ocean.” Dan says with a smirk while I try not to blush; it’s unsuccessful.
“Aw thanks. Even at 2 in the morning.” I say as I lay my head back into my pillow, filled with ease and joy. Dan chuckles at my statment and wraps his arm around me before continuing with he sounds once more. They were even more gentle and soothing because it was Dan offering his ocean sounds.
As he held me in his arms, I peacefully floated away into a relaxing sleep. There was no more stress since those were carried away by the ocean. There was only love and happiness brought to me my ocean, Dan Howell. He knew exactly what to do when my mind needed soothing and he did it delightfully. I giggle at the thought of it and wonder how I could’ve gotten so lucky?
Before I entirely drifted away in my pleasant and blissful slumber, there was a tender whisper spoken by Dan.
“You’re resting now, but I love you goodnight.”

“You look so cute like this.” Jimin says with a small chuckle in his moan. Jungkook gives his own moan in return as his face heats up while his thighs tremble while Jimin thrust in between them. Its about 2am and they have practice early tomorrow but that’s never stopped Jungkook from dragging Jimin into his room for some alone time. One particular well aim thrust makes Jungkook arch up against Jimins chest as he lets out a please gasp.

“Sh-shut up!” It comes out a bit breathlessly whiny making Jimin respond with another chuckle. Jungkook does let out a small whine as he feeds his hands through Jimins hair to pull him down for a kiss. Jimin lets him, kissing back as softly but sternly just how he fucks Jungkook. Which the younger can claim to high heaven that it’s the best way they make love.

“Feisty.” Jimin whispers with a smile as o e of his hands move to thumb up Jungkooks abs, traveling till they flick one of Jungkook’s swollen nipples. Jungkook arches again but presses his moan into Jimins giggling lips. “And a baby. A Feisty baby tonight.”

“Oh my God, Hyung please shut up!” Jungkook groans with a smile, feeling warm and content as Jimin keeps his pace but moves to press kisses against Jungkooks cheek and jaw. They fall back into their please silence (as silent as sex can get with the grunts and wet slapping) as they let one of their hand move around each other’s body. Jungkook’s hand sliding up and down Jimins back, blunt nails just scratching enough to induce goosebumps. It gets Jimins hips to jump harder which makes Jungkook breathless.

Some how during their moment of love making, Jimins hand travel and rub enough till it reach Jungkooks other roaming hand, intertwining their fingers before pinning it to the bed. Jungkook didn’t notice at first, being suck into the pleasure of Jimin loving him between his legs and the breathless kisses they give one another. However, Jimin pick up the pace just to tease making Jungkook moan and tosses his head to the side. Jimin keeps kissing his jaw while Jungkook’s eyes glaze over, barely focusing on anything while his body takes all the pleasure. That is until Jungkooks eyes focus on their intertwine fingers.

Its his left hand. A odd thing to recognize considering how mush his brain feels, but Jungkook just zeros in on that fact. From there Jungkook can’t help but imagine a gold band on his finger, it’s cool touch to contract the heat his body feels with every thrust in him. Jungkook lets out a higher pitch moan at the thought as he closes his eyes, feeling Jimins lips against his jaw as he breaths heavily from pleasure.

Jungkook’s body shivers as he presses his body closer to Jimin. The ring on his finger now prompting more images. Like how this bed is not a full size bed for his room, but how it could possibly be their king size bed for their room. How they’re not sharing the dorm with 5 other men, but how it could be their own house or even apartment, just them. How the fact they lock the door not to keep their members from coming in but possibly keeping the dogs out or even a toddler. Jungkook feels his body hitch at the thoughts, his soul yearning for the images to be true, never wanting something to be real so much in his life.

“Are you crying?” Jungkook hears Jimins voice, pulling him out of his pleasure induce fantasy to where his boyfriend is above him. Jimin, saddly, pulls his hand away from Jungkooks to cup the younger face and just then does Jungkook feel the wet droplets from his eyes. Jimin face twists with worry as he looks down their body. “Are you ok? Did I do something? Do you need me to pull out?”

“No! No.” Jungkook shakes his head as his hand comes to wrap around Jimins waist. “Please don’t, I promise I’m not in any pain.” Jimin frowns as he uses his thumb to collect the fresh tears. Jungkook can’t fight the smile that appears on his lips.

Fuck, he’s so in love. So in love and just so happy. Jimin is the best person to fall in love with. He is so caring, so thoughtful, so protective and considerate. He is also a tease and can be blunt, even a little mean when pushed. However, he tries, tries so hard to make Jungkook happy, to better himself, to perfect his craft. Fuck, Jungkook thinks his heart to going to burst with how in love he is.

“Then what’s wrong? Baby?” Jimin asks wiping Jungkooks freshly falling tears. Jungkook lets out a breathless laugh as he cups Jimins face to bring him down for a kiss. Jimin responds as Jungkook kisses him hard, pecking with force as his hands go to slip to the back side of his neck the hook together.

“Nothing is wrong, I just love you so much.” Jungkook says pulling back enough just so he can stare into Jimin’s eyes. Jimin pauses for a moment before his face lights up, his stunning smile making a entrance as he presses their foreheads together.

“I love you too Kookie.” Jimin says before kissing Jungkooks face. “I love you so much.” Jungkook lets out a breathless laugh as he tightens himself around Jimin. They breath in the moment of silence full of warmth and love. Jungkook moves to cup Jimins face so they can look into each other’s eyes.

“Jimin.” Jungkook whispers with a smile. Jimin stays silent as Jungkook thumbs his lower lip “do you wanna get married?” Jimin eyes widen as they slowly fill up with tears.


“I wanna marry you. I love you so much i want to spend my whole life with you. Your my best friend, my lover, my heart. It doesn’t have to be now or even next year, it can be when we are done with Bangtan or even done being singers. I just, I love you so much I just want us to be forever.” Jungkook’s voice cracks but every with a shaky voice he delivers it clearly. Jimins cheeks are now as wet as Jungkooks as he smiles widely.

“Of course! Of course I’ll marry You!” Jimin sobs before swooping down to smash his lips together with Jungkooks. Jungkook moans in happiness as his wraps his arms around Jimins necks to keep the kiss going. Jimins hips start moving again, making Jungkook gasp. Jimin moves to kiss Jungkooks neck. “I love you so much Jungkook. I want to be with you forever too!”

“Jimin!” Jungkook moans as he arches into Jimin. Jimin moves back down to kiss Jungkook. They both moan and pant against each other as Jimin thrust faster and Jungkook keeps a hold on Jimin. Not going over the edge with out him.

That's My Spot

(Jughead x Reader)

Summary: You and Jughead constantly bicker. Everyone knows the two of you don’t mix. What will happen when your friends find out you’ve been crushing on your rival?

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: Swearing (I mean, what did you expect?), Beronica(?)

A/N: I finally wrote something! I’m so sorry it took so long, writers block has been kicking my ass. But I’m back! There’s obviously going to be a second part to this, but it’s almost 2am and this is getting really long so I didn’t want to add too much. Sorry for the crappy ending. (Also i know this seems really similar to What Just Happened but it won’t be I promise!) PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES, IT’S LATE AND I’M WAY TOO TIRED TO PROOF READ.

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Gemini / Sirius x Reader

Requested, Sirius and James’s twin. This is fun little 2AM, black tea induced word vomit fiesta but I sort of liked writing it so that’s always a thrill! Also I didn’t edit this very thoroughly so if you see any mistakes fell free to tell me!

Sunlight is a truly awful thing. Especially when it greets one at six o’clock on a Saturday morning when Y/N thought she ought to have been sleeping. It is made even worse when combined with a particularly poignant headache that could be attributed to nothing other than the copious amounts of alcohol consumed by Y/N herself, her brother James, Lily Evans and Sirius Black.

 “Hmf, Y/N, you alive?” The girl grumbles her response, “What the bloody fuck are you doing in here?” A head of dark curls appears over the side of the bed, grinning despite a raging hangover, “Well that’s no way to greet your lover.”

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Fic: Close Quarters

Summary: Blaine is visiting his friend,Tina, at Brown for the weekend, a reprieve from his new New York City home and the competitiveness of NYADA. He expected a fun reunion. He didn’t expect he’d be playing her boyfriend. Or that her roommate, Kurt, would uncover their ruse in the middle of the night. After tripping over him. Literally. Kurt of the long legs and designer jeans and sparkling eyes. Kurt of the sophomore year. Kurt who has a boyfriend. Kurt who is auditioning for NYADA?

But Blaine is a freshman. And hasn’t had a boyfriend. And you never get a second chance to make a first impression.

Based on this prompt.

Words: 4771

Note: I may or may not have left it open for a sequel…But I may need to be convinced…

Close Quarters

“How did you guys meet?” Tina’s new college friends asked the night Blaine arrived. That question was easy. High school.

“How are you guys managing the long distance?” Oh well, you know, we skype pretty often.

“Do you like New York?”  Love it. Lima just wasn’t big enough for me. Not enough people. I love the diversity. I love the theatre. I even love the noise. 

“So I guess Tina’s planning to move to New York then? I mean, long term?” Blaine purses his lips and turns to Tina.

“Oh for sure,” Tina smiles and grits her teeth. “We’ve got to figure it out, though. Right, Blaine?”

This is ridiculous.

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You’re My Wonderwall || D. H.

A/N: I got inspired to write this during my trip to France! it’s a little bit weird..I don’t know if i’m entirely happy with it… 

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by hcwll

The smell of salt hung in the air and it was still lingering on my skin. The window right next to me was opened as wide as possible and wind played with the light fabric of the curtain.

It wasn’t pitch black in the room, the moon adorned the night sky and some street lamps were still on. I could hear the distant sound of waves and water that wildly hit the shore.

Me and my friends had just agreed that it was time to turn off the lights and sleep after we had talked for at least an hour.

“We need to get up early tomorrow, if we want to take the first train to Cannes.” Frankie reminded us, set an alarm clock and closed her eyes.

She was right. I wasn’t a morning person at all, but some things are just worth getting up early for. I could have talked for at least another hour but I needed as much sleep as I could get if I didn’t want to look and feel like a zombie tomorrow morning.  

“Goodnight girls” I whispered as I slipped under my “blanket” that consisted of the bedsheet only. It was just way too hot for a normal duvet but I couldn’t sleep without some sort of blanket either.

“Goodnight, Y/N” my two friends answered.

We stayed completely silent after that and everyone had found a comfortable position to sleep in.

I was sharing a room with Frankie and Liane two of my best friends while the other three girls of our clique shared the room next to us. Summer had just started and we had decided to go on a little adventure. Our destination was France to be exact. We had booked six plane tickets and a little apartment in a French town right beside the sea.

One week full of swimming in the ocean, going out for dinner in cute little bistros and exploring new cities, that was the plan. Falling in love wasn’t. I guess one can’t plan everything.

My head was resting on the soft pillow, my body felt tired. It wasn’t a bad tired it was a good kind of tired. It was a ‘I did a lot of interesting things today’ kind of tired. I immediately knew it wouldn’t take me long to fall asleep.

Tomorrow my friends and I were going to explore the famous city Cannes, the one where the glamorous film festivals are held each year. I was excited already.

I glanced at my friends one last time before I finally closed my eyes, hoping I would fall asleep in an instant. What did I say about things not going according to plan again?

The apartment we rented for the week was great and right in the middle of the old town. We were surrounded by restaurants and there was a lovely market right in front of our door and the beach was less than 5 minutes away. The only problem was, we were right in the city centre and there was a bar directly underneath us.

So, while we were trying to sleep we were constantly surrounded by a lot of different noises: Cars, motor cycles, people chatting or laughing, the annoying sound that seagulls make and of course drunk bar visitors.

Believe me when I say that it was way too hot to sleep with the window closed. It was impossible. We were kind of susceptible to the noises. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but it was just unbearably loud today, even louder than the nights before.

I tried my best to ignore it, knowing that I had to get up early tomorrow. But the harder I tried to sleep the more difficult it got.

I heard Liane sigh as another car passed by and somebody seemed to crash a bottle made out of glass soon after.

Then I heard a lot of loud voices, some people were having a conversation right underneath our window. It wasn’t French, it was English. I could clearly hear a guy, he spoke with a posh but mellifluous British accent. Since he slurred his words I could tell that he was drunk.

They were talking so enormously loud that I could follow their entire conversation, I could hear every single word. Although I tried to ignore it and just sleep, I couldn’t.

I felt myself get annoyed and mad. Couldn’t they just stop?! I mean, some people need their sleep for god’s sake.

My hands turned into fists underneath my blanket, with every shout or word I got angrier. I was absolutely pissed. I rolled my eyes as they suddenly erupted into loud laughter.

“La Ferme!”

My French wasn’t perfect but I was sure that this translated to ‘Shut Up’. An old French lady that lived in the apartment above us had opened her window to scold the Brits who had a few too many drinks in the bar.

‘You go Granny!’ I cheered in my head.

But to my dismay, they didn’t stop and didn’t care that they kept the entire building awake.

The clock read 2am, I had to be on my feet in exactly 5 hours.

Just as I had given up and decided that it couldn’t get any worse, posh guy, the one that sounded like Winnie Pooh, started full on singing.

“And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don’t know how”

I had the sudden urge to smash my head against the pillow repeatedly, was he being serious?!

You’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You’re my wonderwall”

Okay that was enough! I jumped out of the bed and stormed out of the room. My friends jolted up in their beds and stared at me in confusion, but I didn’t care.

God, I hated posh guy so much at this moment. I was a ticking time bomb and about to explode.

I put on the first pair of shoes that I could find and opened the front door. I was wearing nothing but my pjs as I trotted towards those rude Brits who literally stood underneath our window.



Posh guy wasn’t singing anymore, he was screaming on top of his lungs. Oh I was so gonna shut him up…

He had his back turned towards me and no one had noticed my arrival. I could tell that he was freakishly tall and probably a little bit older than me. I was too pissed to be shy or intimidated.

I tapped his shoulder to get his attention. He jumped in the air at my sudden touch, I had obviously scared him. The tall guy immediately turned around in surprise and shock.

As he saw me the scared look on his face instantly faded. He put his huge hands over his broad chest. His heart was racing because I had jumpscared him, but why was my heart suddenly beating rapidly fast?

I glanced up at him and took in his features.

The stranger had warm brown eyes and pale soft skin. His mouth turned into a smile as he eyed me up and down. He didn’t only have a few freckles, he also had two cute dimples. How perfect can one be?

I was supposed to shout profanities at this guy but I couldn’t help but be intrigued by him.

For a few seconds, we just stared at each other, unable to say something. We were both taken aback by one another. I never believed in love at first sight but this is what I imagine it to feel like. 

“You are not a very good singer.” Was all I could blurt out. No hello, nothing.

He may be cute but I was still mad at him.

“Did I really sound that bad?” the guy laughed and blushed a little bit.

He was wearing shorts and a short button up shirt. Some of his friends accompanied him but I didn’t really pay attention to them. He didn’t either, his eyes were glued onto me.

“The song was good, the singing not so much.” I explained and although I wanted to look pissed a little smile crept onto my face.

“Maybe you just didn’t like my personal interpretation. I’m Dan by the way.” The tall guy winked and introduced himself.

“I definitely prefer the original. And I’m Y/N.”

“So.. Y/N why do I deserve your presence?” Dan asked he was obviously still a little bit drunk.

As a warm wind played with the hem of my nightgown, Dan bit his pink bottom lip.  

“My bed is right there. Behind this window.” I pointed to the window behind us. “And your so-called singing kept me and my friends awake for more than an hour.” I explained sharply.

“Shit. I’m really sorry.”

Dan’s apology seemed genuine and he even seemed a little bit embarrassed as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“Why is a pretty and young girl like you in bed already, anyway?” Dan slurred cheekily and I could tell that he wouldn’t have been brave enough to say this if he were sober.

It was my time to blush now. He was definitely flirting with me.

“My friends and I are gonna go to Cannes tomorrow morning.” I told Dan. He nodded to signal that he understood and looked even more sorry now.

There was a little twinkle in Dan’s brown eyes.

“And what are you doing after you have explored Cannes?” he wanted to know and I could already tell where this was going and damn did I like it.

“I will probably sleep for the next three days since you kept me awake. Unless you have other plans?”

“Why don’t you meet me at this spot tomorrow at around 6pm? I do have a plan and I promise it won’t involve me singing.”



(A/N); Hello people of the universe! I know I’ve been gone for the longest time 7 months?? and I have many excuses on that, anyway, I recently finished another year of high school which means I have a little bit of time throughout summer break for me to write, yay! Anyhow, hope you enjoy this first actual part of Too Much, I don’t know how many part this series is going to have. Please give me feedback if you wanna, and make some requests! Sorry if you find any mistakes, I only proofread this once, whoops.

Disclaimers; So, I changed the story up while writing. In the intro, the reader didn’t know about Peter being Spider-Man but in this first actual part, they do. I changed it because my original plot was so similar to some stories out there already and I don’t want to repeat it again. I hope you’d love to see a a different angle of this story with a different perspective! I’ll link the intro down below.

Warnings; Lil’ bit of angst, lil’ bits of fluff, lil’ bits of my crap writing because it’s been so long.

Word Count; 1583

Too Much (Intro) (with a little change of story but you can read it to get the idea)

‘Can you just tell me if you’re not gonna show up?’

'I’m sorry, babe’

'Yeah… me too’ 

You and Peter were supposed to have your 10 month anniversary date tonight, but guess what, Peter bailed again. Yeah, of course, he has his Spider-Man duties to fulfilled but sometimes, it’s just a little too much.

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Not As Think As You Drunk I am - snowbaz

this is rambly and awful and basically a switch of my fic SOLS but this one has alcohol and crying.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: alcohol, abandonment issues, a really bad coming out joke that (again) i have used in real life, implications of feeling sick, mentions of death and murder and drugs, nostalgic af

Summary: Baz walks in more than drunk and Simon is more than happy to have some late night chats with him.

Word Count: 3004

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I’m A Mess Joji x Reader

Angsty request ~ Angsty Joji imagine where you argue bc of him getting jealous and end up breaking up but get back together? Thank you!!

requested by @twdgislife

Warnings: Angst, swearing, graphic kinda, drinking etc.

“Don’t leave please Joji it’s lies. They’re trying to ruin us can’t you see it?!”

“I’m leaving.”

That night was so painful, clearly from the booming headache wracking in my head. I drank so much, raided every crevice in my ruined apartment, I gotta get used to saying my now…given he left for good.

My knuckles were bruised from punching my door, tears dried on my cheeks as I sat in the middle of my living room, empty.

So fucking empty

Clock smashed, clothes thrown across the bedroom, bed sheets covered in puke and blood from my ankle. Carelessly, I had thrown photos all over the floor, the frames smashed on the floor like disturbed decorations. Eyes bags littered my face, sore and red lips from blood and screaming. Scratches prominent on my arms, I had hyperventilated and had no one to calm me down.

I gotta get used to that too.

A knock at the door brought me to my senses, I perked up and dragged myself to the battered door, splinters of wood from where I had punched that too. Running my fingers through my hair, I wiped my face with my hands and reluctantly opened the door.


“Hey…” I croaked, my sore throat clearly obvious. His smile died down after he took in the scene of ou-my apartment. Sighing, he walked past me and set down the white bag and called in Max and Chad.

“Jesus Christ, did he-”

“No he left before my hyperventilation started, I’ve trashed the place and haven’t been fucked to move from the sofa since 2am.” I spoke, brushing the creases of my jacket out. A faint buzz came from Max’s phone, a familiar name lit up.

“Where’d he go last night, is he at yours?” I asked, concerned about his wellbeing. He left me yes, and god it hurt for him to believe this bullshit, but I still cared of course.

“He left to get pissed up about ten minutes ago, we dropped him off on the way here.”

God that hurt.

“Why aren’t you with him, I’m fine.” I groaned, rather embarrassed about the state of myself and the apartment.

“Yeah, clearly.” Ian huffed, running his hand through his hair. I winced at the prodding of my food, a shard of glass cutting the heel. Brushing it off, I pondered at the things I could do forget. Until I thought about it a little harder, why not just do what I do best…drink.

“How you guys feel about getting pissed tonight? I don’t need some dumb counselling session right now I just wanna feel good.” I groaned, looking at my reflection in the toaster.


“I’ll go get a shower and I’ll get dressed and we can hit up a bar and get fucked.” I smiled, waving and closing my bedroom door behind me to escape into the shower. I never thought I needed a shower this bad till now, washing the blood and sweat off of my body relieved all the kinks in my back from sleeping on the wood floor of the living room. Scrubbing at my scalp, I soothed my headache to become more numbing.

“Don’t lie to me, you clearly like Ian just fucking leave.”

“Why would I? Baby I love you and you know this.”

Wincing, I shook my head and stepped out of the shower, drying my body and carefully dabbing the cuts and the wound on my foot. After debating what to wear, I picked out a burgundy dress, just resting on my lower thigh. It was shoulderless, long sleeved with a choker. I plastered my foot and tugged on some socks and my black, chunky heeled boots. Moments later, I dried my hair and tousled the curls and applied some makeup.

Before opening my bedroom door, I heard the murmurs of the boys conversing rather hushed.

“We can’t leave her like this, she’s a wreck she’s just covering it dude.”

“I don’t want her alone tonight, it might do her good.”

“True, just wish this didn’t fucking happen man…I’ll try and get a hold of him later maybe…”

Sighing, I opened my door slowly, applied a fake smile and grabbed a couple notes from my pot and slipped it into my purse.

“Let’s go lads!” I cheered, their cheers following. This was gonna be rough. Rough as the drive to the bar, they avoided all questions about last night’s incidents and spoke of new video ideas. Ten minutes passed and we finally made it to the rather popular bar.

“Shots!” Me and Max chimed, Ian giggled and found us a booth as we waited for Chad with the shots. Max went for a piss so it was me and Ian.

“Did it hurt…”

“Did what hurt Ian?”

“When he left, I didn’t wanna bring it up I just wanna know. He loves you so much I know he does-”

“If he did he wouldn’t of left. I get it, it’s not the first time I’ll just push through somehow…I don’t fucking know.”

“Guess who got shots, ya boy did!” Chad exclaimed excitedly, I couldn’t help but chuckle and avoid the concerned look from Ian. Max bounced over with his phone in hand and a great big smile on his face.

“Smile boys!” He laughed, snapping a good photo and uploading it to Twitter, rambling about how good we looked and how were were the new NBA , the usual random shit. Max’s phone lit with a familiar number but I just ignored it.After chugging alcohol for about half hour with random conversations, Max and Chad bounced to the dance floor. I played with my empty glasses awkwardly, enjoying the loud music and the aesthetic of the bar.

Ian clearly was itching to join the boys.

“Go, enjoy yourself, somebody gotta look after our shit anyway.” I spoke softly.

Reluctantly, Ian ran to the boys and I smiled. My buzz cut off as the alcohol began attacking my mindset, it fucking hurt. Depressing noises from a cliché love song filled the bar.

I met you in the dark
You lit me up
You made me feel as though
I was enough
We danced the night away
We drank too much
I held your hair back when
You were throwing up

“I love you baby, so much.”

“I love you too-”

God that fucking killed, a dagger to the fucking stomach over and over. The memories of him, his beautiful chocolate eyes, the lines where he smiled, the feeling of his hand on mine, his chaotic humour and insane ideas. The way he’d wake me up at 4am with a coffee and a brand new idea for a video or a snippet of a song he was working on.

Then you smiled over your shoulder
For a minute, I was stone cold sober
I pulled you closer to my chest
And you asked me to stay over
I said, I already told ya
I think that you should get some rest

His crazy hair and the way it would stick up if he slept funny so he’d always lay flat with my head on his chest. His plump lips against my skin and the way they mold into that iconic smile, that led to a radiant laughter that could fill a stadium with cheering.

I got used to that smile.

I knew I loved you then
But you’d never know
Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go
I know I needed you

The second the boys met the booth, I bolted out of the bar, tears running down my cheeks as I clutched my phone to my chest. The music pounded as hard as my heart, it felt blood was gonna pour out of my ears.

Shakily, my hands typed in his name and I clicked ring.

Ring, ring, ring.


“I love you. I love you so fucking much please, I need you please It was all bullshit I need you. You don’t even need to love me back but you just need to know…I need you to know that I adore you so much. The rumours got to us It shouldn’t have please Joji I love you so much.”

He hung up.

I know I needed you
But I never showed
But I wanna stay with you
Until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go

I heard sniffling from behind me.

There he stood. A deep blue hoodie covering a white tee, black jeans and white vans. His eyes were heavy with red circles. I pushed my phone into my pocket and he pulled me into his arms, I cried hard and his sobs trembled as he smoothed the top of my head, pressing a kiss to my hair.

“I’m so sorry I’m so sorry-”

He kissed me hard as tears covered our faces, salty trickles meeting and falling. God it fucking hurt but it was relieving at the same.

“I’m so sorry for everything.”

“We can work this out, all of this it’s all gonna be okay.”

I’m so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold

anonymous asked:

Why do you think that when seemingly funny thing happen, they happen to Dean? Like the fear thing in Yellow Fever or the age thing in 5.07 and 10.12 (both old and young!) or the memory thing in Regarding Dean. I'm sure I'm missing a lot of others (and also the not so funny like the vampire thing in 6.05 and of course Demon!Dean in S10). But I can't really picture Sam on those situation tho, Dean is perfect xD

And this is why Plucky’s is my favourite episode, because the thing happened to Sam and it was also perfect but in a completely different way :P 

If you’ve seen the gifset ever of that con where they were talking somewhat seriously about this, before someone said Sam was the straight man to Dean and then Jared imploded… I mean, I need someone to turn that up for me so I can stick it in the “thanks Jared” section of my massive bi dean meta etc resource… But also they WERE making a serious point before they derailed it :P 

The show has a lot of quietly set in stone dynamics. I mean, well, they’re stuff that can get subverted or a particular arc or season will try to explore things from a different angle, but even when they try to do that they still work within certain rules. 

I should probably just make a gif of it for myself, but my favourite visual for this is in 11x04… actually it’s 2am and I have the Sleep Madness so I’ll just do that… 

It’s such a wonderful image of the 2 of them, with Sam wearing red and Dean wearing blue, and top and tail like that. They’re 2 parts of a whole but they’re utterly different people and they’re often mirror images to each other in ways where when something applies to one, the direct opposite is shown in the other. 

(Sidebar: it’s why I’m so delighted that Sam was like blah blah Cas is family and then Dean was like you may be able to forget Cas but I can’t!!!!1 in 13x03… But on the other hand there are things where the nuances get lost and people make weird wrong assumptions like us having to endlessly prove Dean is the smart one because of the lingering first impression that doesn’t let anyone create any nuance after “sam went to college and dean didn’t”)

Anyway, setting up a straight man and comedy sidekick duo drops that all on Dean because from the first episode Sam’s all serious and has epic angst, while Dean tries to lighten the mood and clearly has the snarky sort of attitude that lends itself towards being the comedic one. Even when they make Dean angsty, Sam is serious and Dean big brother picks on him a bit sometimes (in a nice way) and teases him a lot - this is all broad strokes season 1 characterisation I’m talking about, really. But yeah, even if they go super deep or make Dean super angsty, he’s established as the character who can deal with it. And sometimes dealing with it is shouldering a cracky episode’s concept because they know his reactions are going to be easier to sell the thing.

The other thing is emotional POV and Dean’s largely established as the character who has that. Sam spends a lot of time unavailable as the emotional POV and Dean has shouldered entire SEASONS of it (season 6 especially where he was the ONLY viable emotional POV character for large chunks of it). Emotional POV is not really who the episode is ABOUT but what character is reacting to it and filtering how we should feel about a thing for us. In 6x03 when Cas wants to read the kid’s soul to get info, Dean steps in like wtf we don’t torture kids, but Sam and Cas outweigh him because utilitarian means to an end for the greater good blah blah. It makes it clear if we’d missed it that Dean is the only person whose judgement can be trusted until further notice. So until then, we always have to check in with Dean to get the read on a thing. 

Anyway because Dean is the emotional POV we cry and suffer along with him, but we also laugh along with him.

In 7x14 even when Sam gets a funny episode about him, the clowns aren’t really revealing anything about him - we knew about the clown fear since 2x02, it’s explored before the fight but largely for Dean’s benefit, and Sam getting the crap kicked out of him by clowns makes him a hilarious object for us - the fight scene is ridiculously funny but it IS just Sam having the snot beaten out of him while they come up with creative ways clowns would WRECK you in a fight. Dean gets an emotional showdown with the guy controlling the fears, and is the one who learns a lesson from it, while Sam had never really been set up for anything other than being the centre of attention of all the nonsense because it was really really funny that he was scared of clowns. It’s like the “the ball washer” “the what?” exchange explains Sam’s entire role in the episode. 

(Which was Dean doing big brother teasing but like the entire narrative decided to torture him :P)

And meanwhile when Dean gets the hilarious episodes which turn out to be really really painful, we get deep explorations of his psyche. 4x06 explores his hell trauma and reveals a lot about what he went through, and his fears about what Sam will become (LOVE THAT DABB EXPOSITION :D)… Idk about the old man Dean episode but he had some DEEP scenes with Bobby in it I seem to recall… I think @thejabberwock was probably giffing it recently and putting it on my dash for me to scroll past without really looking the moment I recognised what episode it was :P) but it was an episode that let them sort of relate to each other a bit better I think. Or Dean to feel for Bobby some more. Idk, I think there is a super important conversation between them? This is what happens when you put an episode on your “eeeeh skip it unless you’re being weirdly thorough” list :P

But yeah young!Dean was a massively important Dean episode exploring deep down in his character, but just delivered through silly moments about cake and Taylor Swift and complaining about puberty. Or the CAR THING with Sam where it’s a huge description of their relationship that Dean hops in the car seat even though he might not be old enough to even legally DRIVE her, and then Sam gets in the front seat and Dean just squishes him, hauling the seat forward for his tiny legs to reach the pedals. Like, Sam didn’t argue and it didn’t occur to Dean and they only swapped AFTER this bad dynamic caused a stupid mess and crushed Sam? Hello entire codependency metaphor :P 

(And I don’t think I need to explain 12x11 since it was so recent and so so awful about Dean D: Oh gosh, you could have just given us the Larry riding montage and no episode and that would have been enough :P)

Anyway as the emotional POV this stuff happens to Dean because changes to his self is the plot idea to help with stuff that’s to come or to explain things that already happened in the main plot, or really OTT situations they want for their own sake, that push the boundaries of his character but seem more to do with the main plot unfolding, make sense to explore through Dean, because his emotional landscape is often plot relevant, and the exploration even if it’s wrapped up in a silly concept, usually makes a lot more sense to apply to him because we already have a vast playground of his characterisation to mess around in. 10x12 and 12x11 especially were calling on everything about Dean. I think the writer even went on Twitter I guess when he was writing it and polled everyone on the most Dean-like things they could think of, and clearly got the answers “music, pie, car and girls” because those were the main metaphors of subverting Dean’s character that he offered.

I don’t think this is to reflect negatively on Sam - he gets some fascinating character stuff but connected to the main plot and not delving him in the same way Dean is delved (I think the imbalance and not understanding how they’re written can make people sad on Sam’s behalf he doesn’t get enough development in the same way Dean gets it, which is often by default when we care about character stuff over plot. I also think the writing falls into ruts of this which HAVE favoured Dean and his emotional arcs over Sam’s plot stuff). But Sam can get some incredible character stuff out of the plot things - I think Sam in Berens episodes is a great example because I’m still reeling from 13x03 and the stuff he said to Jack, because that’s all using the main plot to explore Sam - even if a lot of it was saying obvious stuff we knew about Sam, he doesn’t really say it too often and forcing him to say it out loud in episode THREE means the season is going to have to build on that or fail Sam (and he’s so wrapped up in what happens to Jack I can’t see his character stuff connected to that disappearing :P) 

But yeah, him being the “straight man” means that Dean is bouncing off him to be the funny one, and that really reflects on every level of the show, especially when you take humour and replace it with the emotional connection we have to the show in general and humour is just a great way to game that to get the reaction in a positive way, and Sam’s not the serious one so much as he’s dealing with the big stuff, usually, and that can wander off to all sorts of places like his habit of completely hammering down any other feelings to deal with the things that have to be done. Or to do the opposite of scaling up Dean, he can scale down to be the more serious one in a silly episode. Which doesn’t mean it doesn’t affect him - all the episodes where he had to deal with something happening to Dean that put him in charge it really messes him up. Or makes him really good at poker that one time :P 

Ah, my neighbours have stopped having a 4 way screaming match outside in the street, I’m going to stop typing and go to bed, so no tl;dr here… it’s turning 2am :D

Bang bang alley ~ Part five

Originally posted by bigbanguploader

A/N ~ Shit is about to get real.

Theme ~ Mafia/Gangster AU

Pairing ~ Choi Seunghyun x reader

Rating ~ Angst/fluff/Action

Warnings ~ Language, talk of sexual acts, violence, mutilation/torture and death

Series one ~ | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Series two

“You got it?”

You stopped outside the entrance of the kitchen when you heard Jiyong speaking.

“But…” Hyorin answered, concern laced in her voice.

“No buts, you can’t hesitate, if you need to you have to do it” Jiyong told her angrily.

“I know, it’s just…. I’ve never done it before” she replied clearly upset.

“I know jagi, but if he comes for her….”

“You know it’s not polite to eavesdrop” a voice said from behind you cutting off the end of Jiyongs sentence and making you jump, causing you to knock a vase off the hall table and shatter on the floor.

Jiyong came rushing out the door.

“You’re up” he said with a half smile.

“Yeah… I’m sorry about the vase….” you apologised looking down at the shattered pieces of porcelain scattered across the floor boards.

“Don’t worry about it, it can be replaced…” he said looking at the man behind you. “Why don’t you come have some breakfast while Daesung cleans it up”.

You entered the kitchen and looked at Hyorin, she was sitting at the dinning table chewing her nails as she gazed out the window of the back door.

“What would you like?” he asked calling your attention back to him.

“Just a coffee please” you answered looking back at Hyorin.

“I see why you and hyung get along so well now” he chuckled as he grabbed the pot of coffee.

“You talking about me when I’m not here” Seung hyun said with a groggy voice as he entered the room.

“I was just commenting on how similar you both are” Jiyong said grabbing another mug for Seung hyun.

“We have good taste” he replied as he gave your back a little rub and you smiled back at him.

“I see you guys made up last night” Jiyong stated with a smile as he handed you a mug, you were about to reply but you were cut of by someone clearing their throat.

You turned around to see Taeyang standing at the doorway.

“Stay here with Hyorin, we’ll be back in a few minutes” Seung hyun told you, he kissed you on the forehead before following the men out of the room.

“I hope every things ok” you said walking over to Hyorin but she didn’t reply, she didn’t even flinch, she just kept chewing her nails as she stared in a catatonic state out the window. “Hyorin”

“Sorry, what?” she said finally looking at you.

“Are you ok?” you asked sitting beside her and she sifted uncomfortable in her seat.

“I’m fine”

“What did he tell you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Before I came in, what was he telling you?”

“Oh nothing, it was nothing” she said looking back out the window.

“Don’t bullshit me Hyorin, I heard Jiyong say if he comes for me, what does he want you to do?” you questioned grabbing her arm to try and get her attention.

“Jagiya” Jiyong called and you almost jumped out of your skin, you turned around to find him standing in the doorway with a cold expression. “Come with me, I want to show you something”

Hyorin looked at you as she stood up and left the room with Jiyong. It was your turn to stare out the window, what did he want her to do and why wouldn’t she tell you, whatever it was she was clearly not comfortable with it.

“Everything ok princess?” Seung hyun asked pulling you out of deep thought.

“Are we safe?” you asked still looking out the window.

“Of course” he stated as he made his way over to where you were sitting.

“Please don’t lie to me” you said looking up at him, Seung hyun sighed as he sat beside you.

“I promise you that as long as you are with me that psycho will never get his hands on you again” he said as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“What if he comes here?”

“Then we’ll take care of it” he replied with a smile but you didn’t smile back, instead you returned to looking out the window.

“What if you can’t?” you asked as the possibilities of what could happen to them and your friend ran through your mind.

“That’s why we have things in place to help with that” he said and you turned back to look at him.

“Like what?”

“Come with me” he said as he stood up and began to walk to the other side of the room, you followed as he walked up to a large open cupboard filled with all sorts of pantry items that stood against a wall in the corner, he grabbed the end and pulled it back away from the corner to reveal a hidden room. “If they come, I want you to get the gun from the beside table and get in here as soon as you can and no matter what happens do not come out ”.

“But what if he hurts you?”

“No matter what, ok?” he asked placing his arms around you, you weren’t sure if you could do it but you nodded to let him know you understood what he was telling you.

“And I want you to take this” he said pulling out a switch blade from his pocket and handed it to you. “Keep it hidden on you at all times”.

“I wont tell you a fucking thing” the man snickered from the chair he was tied to.

“Well that’s why he’s here” Seungri said with a smile as he pointed to Taeyang leaning against a table with his arms crossed. “You see Namjoon, Taeyang here has a certain skill for persuading people to talk. He just needed a quiet place to work, which is why we brought you out here in the middle of nowhere”

“Do whatever you want, I wont talk” Namjoon said with a smile.

“We know that your precious little Bangtan boys are in bed with the Kang clan, so why don’t you just tell us what his plans are and you can be on your way” Seungri asked.

“Fuck you” Namjoon shouted before spitting on Seungri, Seungri looked down in disgust as he got a tissue from his pocket and wiped the spit off him.

“Why’d you have to go and do that? I had hoped we could have been friends, I think you and I could get along really well” Seungri said as he waved over Taeyang.

“You talk to much” Namjoon laughed.

“And you don’t talk enough” Taeyang said as he picked up a knuckle duster off the table, he walked over to Namjoon and punched him in the jaw, a loud crack noise echoed through the empty warehouse.

“Not the face hyung, you’ll break his jaw and then he’ll never be able to talk” Seungri said with a chuckle.

“Fuck you” Namjoon said with blood running out of his mouth before spitting out a tooth.

Taeyang moved in front of the man and gave him an upper cut straight to his stomach making Namjoon roar in pain.

“Talk” Seungri commanded and Namjoon erupted in laughter.

“You think I haven’t been beaten up before?”

“I’m sure you have but you’ve never been on the bad end of this guy” Seungri said pointing to Taeyang who was now back at the table.

Taeyang took off the knuckle duster and placed it back on the table, he paused for a moment, his hand hovering as he decided what he should use next, he picked up a large bowie knife and headed back towards Namjoon. Namjoon struggled in his restraints as Taeyang grabbed his hand and separated his fingers, he placed the knife over his index finger and pushed down, slicing it straight off. Namjoon cried out in pain bleeding all over the floor.

“Talk” Seungri commanded again.

“Fuck you"Namjoon screamed at him.

“Next one hyung” Seungri said with a chuckle.

“No, no, noooo” Namjoon cried out as Taeyang moved to the next finger and repeated his action.

Namjoon was slumped forward in the chair, tears falling from his eyes and strands of saliva mixed with blood hung from his mouth as he cried in pain. Taeyang placed the knife under the man’s chin and lifted it to look at him.

“Next is your toes, now fucking talk”

“He knows where she is” Namjoon strained through the pain.

“And where is that?” Taeyang asked giving him a nudge with the knife, a drop of blood run down his throat.

“Your bosses house….. he’s gonna hit it when everyone’s asleep”

“When?” Taeyang asked removing the knife.


Seungri looked at his watch.

“Shit, it’s ten to” he said looking up at Taeyang who already had his phone out dialling Jiyong.

“You’re fucked” Namjoon laughed.

“Come on, I’ll drive” Seungri said to Taeyang as he began to run.

You were startled out of your sleep by the sound of the door opening and closing, you reached out for Seung hyun but the bed was empty.

“Oppa?” you called into the dark.

“No it’s me” you heard Hyorin whisper back. “We have to get out of here”

“What are you talking about?” you asked turning on the lamp, the look on her face and the gun in her hand told you everything.

“He’s coming, Jiyong sent me to take you down stairs”

“To get to the kitchen?” you asked and she nodded back.

You got up straight away and grabbed the switch blade from the bedside table that Seung hyun had given you and tucked it in the front of the waist band of your shorts, you opened the draw and grabbed the gun out taking the safety off.

“Ok, lets go” you said calmly to Hyorin, she was shaking all over. “Its going to be ok, we’re just going to slowly and quietly go down the stairs to the kitchen and wait there until the guys take care of it, ok?”

“Ok” she said nodding her head.

You walked up to the door and opened it slightly to look out, it was clear, you opened it more and stepped out. The house was quiet, there was no signs of fighting or anyone at all, not even the guys. You grabbed Hyorin’s hand and made your way down the stairs and down the small hallway towards the kitchen.

“Hey” a man called from behind you.

You turned around to find a man standing there pointing a gun at you.

“Run” you said to Hyorin as you kept your eyes on the man, you felt her shaking hand slip out of yours.

You were about to hold up your gun when Daesung stepped out behind the man, he grabbed him by the head and twisted it, breaking his neck. You gasped as you watched the man go limp and drop the ground.

“Go” Daesung yelled to you.

You turned around and ran into the kitchen, stopping as soon as you saw Hyorin standing in the middle of the room pointing a gun at an unarmed man on the other side of the room, her hands were shaking and her fingers had gone white from grasping the gun so tightly.

“I don’t think your gonna shot me sweetheart” he said cockily as he stepped towards her reaching for something under his jacket.

“She might not but I will” you said as you held the gun up and shot the man straight in the head, Hyorin screamed.

Daesung ran into the room and looked at the man laying dead on the ground before looking back at you with his eyebrows raised, you didn’t bother to say anything, you grabbed the end of the cupboard and pulled it back. You grabbed Hyorin and lead her inside, Daesung followed, closing the cupboard behind him.

“Nice shot, where’d you learn to shoot like that?” he asked you.

“I grew up on a farm with my grandparents, they thought it was necessary for me to know my way around a gun” you said as you tried to calm Hyorin down, she was crouched in the corner, her hair was scrunched in her fists as she rocked back and forth.

Seung hyun was hiding in a darkened corner of the lounge room watching as two men walked in the front door, one of them nodded to the other before continuing through the room, the other headed up stairs where Jiyong was waiting. He waited patiently until he heard a shot ring out, the man jumped and turned to face up the stairs where the noise had come from, Seung hyun held up his gun and shot the man twice in the back. He heard a window smash as something that looked like a can flew through it landing on the floor, smoke rose up from where it was laying and began to fill the room.

“They’ve got smoke bombs” he yelled out.

“Send it back” Jiyong’s voice sounded from somewhere upstairs.

Seung hyun bent down and ran towards where the smoke bomb landed, he picked it up and threw it back out the window before turning to head back to his hiding spot. He was halfway there when something hard hit him in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, he rolled over only to see the butt of a gun before it hit him in the face and knocked him out cold.

Jiyong watched from his hiding spot at the top of the stairs as more men piled in the house, more then they could handle.

“We got him boss but we can’t find her” he heard a man say from the lounge room.

Jiyong stepped forward so he could get a better view, he saw them zip tying Seung hyun’s hands behind his back as he laid on the ground unconscious. ‘Shit’ he thought to himself as he stepped back into the shadow, the front door opening caught his eye, he grabbed his phone and dialled Taeyang as he watched Dong-won walk in with a smug look on his face.

“Hyung’s down, how far away are you?” Jiyong whispered into his phone with his hand over his mouth to make sure he couldn’t be heard.

Your heart was racing, the house had gone silent after you heard that thud, you looked at Daesung as you heard loud footsteps clunking in through the house and the look on his face told you it wasn’t over yet.

“Here kitty kitty” you froze as soon as you heard Dong-won’s voice. “Come out come out where ever you are”.

You heard his footsteps getting closer along with a weird scrapping noise.

“I’ve got your boyfriend” he called, another thud followed.

Daesung snapped his head to look at you and shook it, signalling for you to stay quiet, your lip quivered as you thought of Seung hyun being out there with him.

“You better come out kitten, before I hurt him” he said with a chuckle and you heard Seung hyun painfully grunt.

You rushed towards the door but Daesung grabbed you and placed his hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream.

“Fuck you” Seung hyun yelled out making you struggle to try and get free of Daesung’s grip.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your girlfriends fiancée” Dong-won chuckled.

“You won’t find her” Seung hyun growled back.

“Oh, won’t I?” Dong-won asked in amusement and you heard Seung hyun yell out in pain again, Daesung tightened his grip as you struggled harder to break free.

“Don’t come out” Seung hyun yelled to you.

“How sweet” dong-won said leaning over Seung hyun, he was about to kick him in the ribs when shots rang out from the lounge room followed by the front door being smashed open.

“Take him” Dong-won said as he pointed to the man laying on the floor. “He’ll be at the summer house if you want him kitten”.

A few more shots rang out before silence fell again, you were still struggling, trying to get out to see Seung hyun when the door opened. Daesung let go of you when he saw Taeyang standing at the entrance, as soon as you felt his grip loosen you ran pushing past Taeyang and headed for the back door but someone grabbed you and pulled you back.

“Let go of me” you screamed at Jiyong as you tried to pull your arm free.

“He’s gone” Jiyong said softly.

“Why aren’t you going after him?” you screamed giving him a shove.

“We need to regroup, he has more men then we thought”

“Then hurry up, call your men and go after him” you begged desperately.

“_____, I promise I will get him back” he said grabbing your other arm and looking into your eyes, you broke down, dropping to the floor on your knees as tears flowed from your eyes and your breaths became heavy. “Come on, let’s go back to the club and get some rest”.

You woke up the next day in Seung hyun’s bed at the club, your eyes were puffy and stung from crying yourself to sleep, you rolled over and looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. You rubbed your eyes to make sure you were seeing it right and looked again, it was three thirty in the afternoon and no one had woken you up. You got up and headed straight for the lounge room but no one was there, you panicked at the thought of that they had gone to get Seung hyun without you. You rushed out the door and through the hallway, stopping when you heard a low murmur of voices coming from behind a door. You couldn’t make out what they were saying so you stepped closer, the floor board creaked under your foot and the room fell silent, the door flung open a moment later.

“I thought I told you it was rude to eavesdrop?” Daesung asked with a smirk.

“Let her in” Jiyong called from behind him, he stepped to the side and let you in, closing the door behind you.

Daesung joined the others standing behind Jiyong as he sat at his desk, Jiyong held his hand out and motioned for you to take the seat in front of him, you nodded and sat down.

“I need you to tell me where he took Seung hyun” Jiyong asked leaning back in his seat.

“Take me with you” you said and he shook his head.

“Absolutely not” he replied waving his hand.

“Then I wont tell you” you said cocking an eyebrow.

“Do you want to help him or not?”

“Yes” you quickly replied.

“Then tell me where the fuck he is” Jiyong yelled slamming his hand on the desk.

“Not unless you take me with you”

“This is not a fucking game, I can’t have little girls running around screaming in a fucking gun fight” he screamed at you, his frustration was getting the better of him.

“I can handle myself, ask him” you said pointing at Daesung.

“She has a point, she got herself out of that building and she’s a good shot, last night she popped a guy right in the head. Not to mention I had to hold on to her pretty tight, she almost got away from me”

“Out of the fucking question” Jiyong shouted.

“You’ll never get in there without me” you said looking straight at him making him scoff.

“And why is that?” he asked leaning in.

“Because the house is in the middle of an open field, there’s no trees or hills to hide behind, he’ll see you coming a mile away” you told him, Jiyong lent back in his chair as he thought about the situation. “The only way to get in there is to use me as bait”

“There has to be another way” Jiyong said shaking his head.

“There’s not”

“There has to be, I can’t use you as bait”

“Why not”

“Because I promised hyung I would keep you safe”

“Fine, give me a gun and I will do it myself” you shouted standing up and holding out your hand.

“Are you fucking crazy? You’ll get yourself and Seung hyun killed” he shouted at you through gritted teeth.

“It’s better then having to live with myself if something happened to him because of me” you replied softly as a tear fell from your eye, Jiyong sat silently as he scanned your face.

“Fine, we’ll take you, just tell me where he is” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair, you shook your head.

“I’ll tell you when were in the van ready to go”.

“Fine” he shouted in frustration at your stubbornness. “Go and get cleaned up, then Daesung is going to teach you a few things”

Seung hyun came to, his head was throbbing and a low buzzing from the fluorescent light alerted him to where he was, his eyes snapped open to asses the situation.

“Finally, you’re awake” Dong-won said with a chuckle, he was sitting in front of him with his legs crossed.

“I’ll fucking kill you” Seung hyun yelled as he tried to lunge at him, but it was no use, his hands were still tied with the zip tie that was now connected to a chain that was holding his arms above his head.

“Very good” Dong-won laughed as he clapped his hands at the man’s efforts.

“You’re a sick son of a bitch”

“Hey, that’s not very nice. Can’t we be civil? I mean we are both seeing the same girl” Dong-won said standing up and straightening his tie.

“She’s done with you” Seung hyun growled.

“Oh I don’t think so” Dong-won replied as he picked up a metal pole. “she’s going to come for you”

“Do whatever you want to me, she’ll never come”

“You see. That’s where I know her better, she’ll do anything for the one she loves, that’s one of the things I imprinted on her” Dong-won laughed making Seung hyun try to lunge at him again. “You want to know how?”

“Fuck you” Seung hyun screamed.

“First, I got her to do little things… like getting me a drink or making me food whenever I asked, then I started asking her to get things for me that were within my reach and once I had her doing that I knew, I knew I had power of persuasion over her. I mean she never ever once said no or spoke out at me against the fact that I could reach it, she had no fucking idea. She was so desperate for love and the attention of a man that she was blind to it, all I had to do was reward her with what she craved the most” he said shaking his head.

“You’re an asshole” Seung hyun spat and Dong-won drove the pole into his ribs, hitting him like you would a ball with a baseball bat.

“After that it was easy to get her to do things for me, cutting off friends, firing competent employees that worked for her so I could get one of my own people to work there and not to mention how easy it was to get her to move in with me even though it was over an hour away from her shop and she had to take public transport every day. But you want to know the best thing I got her to do? You’re going to love this…” He said as he got closer to Seung hyun so he could whisper in his ear. “She lets me come where ever I want”

“I’ll kill you” Seung hyun roared as he kicked out at the man but he stepped away to quickly.

“I trained her so well that when she knows I’m close she gets down on her knees and opens her mouth, waiting for me to pick where I want to taint her like a good girl” he said as he hit Seung hyun again. “It was all going so well and then you came along, you started to sway her but I have to thank you, when you drove her away she was more determined then ever to make it work. And I almost had her, in just a few months she was going to be mine but then you went ahead and fucked it up again by using that slut of a best friend of hers, the only one I could never get her to get rid of”

“She won’t come, they won’t let her”

“We’ll see” Dong-won said as he threw the pole to the floor before leaving.

After your shower you got dressed and headed down to the club, they closed it for the night so you had room to practice with Daesung, you opened the door and looked around but no one was there.

“Hello?” you called as you walked out on to the dance floor. “Daesung?”

You were startled by someone grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back while another grabbed you around the waist to hold you in place.

“You see how easy it is for you to get hurt?” Jiyong asked from behind the dj booth.

“What’s your point?” you growled at him.

“My point is you should let us handle this” he replied. “Now tell us where they are keeping him?”

“No” you shouted before stomping on Daesung’s foot and using your free arm to drive an elbow in his ribs, Daesung grunted but kept his grip, so you decided to try a different tactic.

You pushed back making him stumble and used his weight to push his back into the barrier that guarded the dance floor, he grunted a little louder this time as he loosened his grip, it was just enough for you to break free.

“Good, now show her how to punch” Jiyong said before disappearing from the room.

“Do you think this will work?” Taeyang asked Jiyong as they watched you through the window in the office.

“I hope so or hyung’s going to kill us” Jiyong replied.

“Who the fuck is this girl anyway?” Taeyang asked furrowing his brow still watching you.

“She’s his college girlfriend, his first love” Jiyong replied nonchalantly.

“That’s not what I mean”

“Then what do you mean?” Jiyong asked as he looked at the man beside him.

“She seemed like a total straighty when we first met her. She somehow got herself out of that room and away from the Kang clan, then we find out she knows about guns when she popped one in that guys skull, she went head to head with you over saving Seung hyun and now she’s sparing with Daesung like she’s done this before but not in a long time. It’s almost like she has another side that kicks in when there’s danger”

Jiyong turned away from Taeyang and watched you intently.

“Find out what you can about her but don’t let the others know, not yet” Jiyong said as he narrowed his eyes at you.

misfit-island-escapee  asked:

If you're still accepting for the prompt, could you do "Please put it DOWN" with exR


Stop, Enjolras.”

“It’s important. Just one more and then I’m done.”

“Please, put it down, Enjolras.” Grantaire sounded tired and strained. “Your laptop will be there in the morning. Just come to bed. It’s past midnight.”

“I know, I know. I just have to send this one email and then-” Enjolras cursed, distracted by something on his laptop screen. The rest of his sentence lost within furious backspacing.

Grantaire waited impatiently for another minute, before giving up and heading towards their bedroom, making sure he slammed the door on the way in.

So it was a little bit petty and immature. But he was tired, and cranky, and he was sick of feeling like he was competing with a Goddamn email server. Now, on top of everything,his mind was whirring at 100 miles a minute and he couldn’t get to sleep- which was going to be spectacular for his 6.00 am start the next morning. 

He really should have known it was going to be another long night, he should have gone to bed when he wanted to instead of waiting up on the false hope that Enjolras would follow. He shut his eyes tight, the sting of tiredness and frustration persisting beneath his eyelids. 

It was another hour before he was on the verge of drifting off to sleep, when he heard the door shift slowly open, and felt the covers lift as Enjolras climbed into bed.

“You said one email.” Grantaire said, rolling over and facing Enjolras, who was clearly not expecting him to be up.

“I know. I’m sorry, it got long.” Enjolras replied, reaching over to him and scooping Grantaire into his arms. 

“I can’t take this anymore, Enjolras. Something has to change.”

“I’m trying. Things will slow down soon- we’re just in a really busy time right now and-”

“You’ve been saying the for the last 4 months.” Grantaire said shaking his head into Enjolras’ chest. “I know it’s important and you’re doing important things, but there has to be some time cutoff.”

“Sometimes they’re time sensitive and-”

“And if you were in bed you wouldn’t know about them until the next morning anyway, and what would happen? Would the world end?”

Enjolras sighed. “No, it wouldn’t.”

“So let’s compromise. Mondays, Wednesdays, Friday’s and Saturdays I need you to come to bed with me and leave your laptop behind. No sneaking out at 2am to check your emails, either. The other days you can stay up and change the world to your hearts content. But I need you in my world, too.”

Enjolras kissed him on the forehead. “We’ll try it out. There may come some nights where I need to make an exception though, okay?”

“As long as it doesn’t become a habit.” Grantaire sighed as he moved in closer to his boyfriend, and slowly fell asleep within his arms.