Sorry if I'm bothering you... I was wondering if you could do a Desus prompt post (or during) the war where Jesus steals something from Daryl and Daryl chases him like in 6.10 while the Hilltop people just watch. (And maybe a kiss in there somewhere?)
no bother at all :) x
“PAUL!” Daryl shouted. “GIVE IT BACK!”
Paul didn’t respond, choosing not to waste his breath as he ran from Daryl around Hilltop, who was chasing him. Paul noted that he doubted he had ever seen Daryl run that fast, and he was definitely going to tease him about it later.
Well, that’s how this whole thing started, with some teasing. Paul had found an almost selfie–a very Daryl taken picture with the polaroid that Paul had found on the road (it had shocked him that it had worked anyhow). The picture was tilted; it was Paul laying on Daryl’s chest asleep, his hair pulled back into a very loose ponytail, and in the picture it showed some of Daryl’s chin, and bottom lip quirked into a smile.
Genre: Angst Words: 3,176 Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Details of injuries Summary: The Winter Soldier makes an appearance during an innocent sparring.
There was a pressure on your eyes you couldn’t explain as the light finally shined down into your vision. Blurry ceiling tiles were the first things you saw as you attempted to clear your sight, but the pain in your body made you want to shut your eyes once more. You swallowed in an attempt to soothe your dry throat but the sting of it made you cough and your eyes water. Your neck and ribs even hurt at the action. You couldn’t win.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay.”
The sound of Tony’s voice echoed from across the room. You could see out of the corner of your eye his back to you, hurrying to finish drying his hands on a towel. Once he was done, he was over to you in an instant, interlacing your fingers with his.
the feeling of the intense burn in his calves, the weight of the stick in his
hands, the sensation of the ice gliding beneath him. He had been on skates ever
since he could remember – from the moment he could walk, he could skate.
Anonymous said: If you’re still writing them, 25 with yoongi milady
Anonymous said: [ 100 ] - ‘You’re so annoying, oh my god.’ / Yoongi please :))
What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?
25. I just had a couple drinks.
You’re so annoying, oh my god
I decided to combine some prompts :D
“What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?”
Yoongi’s lethargic voice startled you, mostly because you thought he
was asleep, considering you had almost sat down on him by accident
earlier because he was taking up half of the couch as he lied there
with his eyes closed.
“How on earth did you think of that question?”
If he hadn’t said anything, you wouldn’t have known that he was
awake, because he looked like he was in a deep slumber, with only his
chest rising and sinking steadily and his lips moving when he talked.
“I don’t know, I just did.”
You locked your phone you had been using, before you turned towards
him to watch him slowly get up from his position, making more space
for you to sit more comfortably on the couch.
“You’re drunk, Yoongi.”
“No I’m not, I just had a couple of drinks.”
You looked him up and down, until your eyes
skipped to the empty soju bottles on the table, accompanied by more
empty beer bottles on the floor.
This little party had gone slightly
out of hand, especially after Jungkook and Taehyung had made a quick
trip to the convenience store to get more alcohol and ice cream, both
of which were consumed faster than you had expected, ending up in
seven drunk boys and you, also drunk. Your head felt heavy and you
felt a bit dizzy, although it wasn’t as bad as you knew your hangover
was going to be.
“So? Answer me.”
When you squinted at him, he reciprocated your expression, only
making you cross your arms in front of you in turn.
“Fine. I would scream. And shout. Probably die, too.”
He huffed, clearly not satisfied with your answer as he adjusted
himself so he was facing you.
“Is that all? That sounds just lovely.”
“I might have to chew off my own ears as well.” “You’re so
annoying, oh my god.”
A chuckle bubbled up inside of you because you found your own answer
so hilarious and you couldn’t hold it back, so you just started
By now he looked like he was so done with the world that it made you
laugh so hard- it might have been the alcohol in your blood adding to
the hilarity of the situation- that you almost doubled over giggling,
while he just kept looking at you.
“Why do you hate me?”
Those words coming out of his mouth surprised you so much that you
stopped laughing and just looked at him instead. It wasn’t like you
two had been the best of friends, but you would never go as far as
saying that you hate him. Never.
He looked more hurt and disappointed than you had realized at first,
which only made you feel bad that you had seemingly hurt his feelings.
“I don’t hate you. You’re just too dumb to realize that I like
A stunned silence filled the room. The only noises audible were from
Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook playing a ridiculous game of “guess
the body part” and, spoiler alert- most of the time it was ass.
Hoseok was passed out cold on the floor, Namjoon was cradling a beer
bottle like he was holding a child with his eyes fixed on his phone
and Seokjin was busy eating everything he could find. You could only
hope that he would find the toilet bowl fast enough for when he was
going to throw all of that food up again because cleaning up vomit
was the last thing you wanted to do right now.
“I didn’t know you liked me” he mumbled, his eyes fixed on you,
his mind racing as he tried to get his thoughts in the right order,
which wasn’t exactly easy, seeing as he had downed a whole bottle of
soju by himself earlier.
“It’s not my fault you’re so blind-”
Your words were muffled by his lips crashing onto yours, the sudden
intensity taking you by surprise, making you yelp into his mouth,
before you leaned closer to him, melting into the kiss as his hands
settled on your waist, serving as an anchor to keep you grounded.
A faint mix of alcohol and the mint gum he had been chewing reached
your taste buds, which only intensified when he added his tongue into
your mouth, pulling you closer to his body.
Your mind was spinning, not just because of the alcohol, but because
you had only ever dreamed of this, especially since Yoongi had always
been rather cold and uninterested towards you.
If only you had known that he felt the same way.
“Get a room” Namjoon yelled, his eyes fixed on you and Yoongi
making out on the couch and you hadn’t noticed that you were
practically lying on top of him until Namjoon’s voice had reached
“And someone get those kids to bed, they keep touching each others
asses. It’s disturbing.”
Bro wouldn’t go so far as calling it a habit, but the phrase had been his go-to for getting the twins to drop whatever they’re doing like it’s hot and at least listen to him. But the moment he finished saying “Get in the car, bitch, we’re going shopping.” It was like a pit opening in his stomach when violet eyes turned to him, a single eyebrow arched and questioning.
She didn’t have to say anything, and Bro internally berated himself on letting that one slip to ROSE of all people. She didn’t speak, though. She merely placed her bookmark, closed the book she had been reading, and set it aside, standing.
Bro had expected at least a snarky comeback, some sort of remark or another but Rose silently, ominously, got herself ready for the shopping trip.
The drive to the mall was silent. Rose didn’t seem really up for much talk and Bro just felt a bit guilty. Seriously, he doesn’t understand how he let that slip to his little sister, who even says that to their little sister? It’s a bad case of auto-pilot gone wrong and Bro actually feels guilty.
It is Rose, and she is a grown woman, perfectly capable of dealing with whatever comes her way, but at the same time it was Rose. He assisted in her upbringing! It was weird and her persisted silence throughout the majority of the shopping trip aside from the small “Do you think [insert family member name here] would like this?” and small little comments about the pros and cons of each potential gift.
Whenever they finish at a store with their gifts in hand, no matter how quick Rose was to go for her wallet, Bro was always faster. And no matter how many times she may have offered, Bro carried everything, despite the ache his arms eventually developed.
Even after his self inflicted penance, Bro worries for the majority of the trip he may have legitimately made Rose mad at him. They go back to the house in the same silence they left in, she returns to her book without much of another word to him.
It’s a bit later in the evening when she approaches him, and Bro thinks she might be here to finally say something about what he said when she tosses the car keys at him.
“Get in the car, bitch,” she says. “We’re going out for dinner.”