now i can go back to bed

how you sleep-spn

A/N: i’m getting going on writing you guys. even if it has been a year since i posted anything here. meh

just some short n sweet little preference drabbles! there will definitely be more with different preferences and characters later, believe me. here we go!

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(Pssst- there isn’t any gender pronouns for this one, so everyone can enjoy! love ya’ll :) )

Sam:

He hasn’t slept on his back for years now, and now that the two of you are serious, he’s beyond desperate not to lose you too. Come nighttime (or daytime) when one of you drags the other to bed, he’s apt to settle on top of you- on your stomach or chest, arms wound around your waist and legs tangled with yours. He’ll leave soft little kisses on your collarbones while you run your fingers through his hair. The two of you don’t sleep as well unless you’re together, often soothing nightmares or preventing them altogether. Sometimes he steals all the blankets but it’s okay because you have him to keep you warm.

Dean:

Dean wasn’t raised to be a hunter from birth unlike his mother and grandfather. The first years of his life were spent with someone there to kiss his ouchies, cutting the crusts off his sandwiches and being a cuddle buddy. But when he lost that, his heart never stopped aching for love, to love and be loved freely. So when you saw right through his stiff-backed, wide-shouldered he-man stance, he was both startled and relieved. You guys are never far apart in bed and some part is always touching no matter what. Most often, you’re facing each other right within kissing distance, holding hands and cuddled up into each other. It’s a rare day when you don’t wake up in his arms, and even then he’s not too far away.

Castiel:

Because he has no real need for sleep, he was confused when you first asked him to stay, but now there aren’t many places he’d rather be. Often you start out curled into his side with an arm around your shoulders but end up shifting into a spooning position by morning. Cas just likes being close to you for the most part, being able to watch over and protect you in your most vulnerable time. Sometimes, when you’re almost asleep, you swear you can feel his wings. They settle over the both of you and in your hazy state between sleep and consciousness you revel in the warmth that radiates from them.

Crowley: 

Despite anyone’s impressions of him, Crowley was actually quite inclined to indulge you when you asked to cuddle. He would grumble and protest goodnaturedly, cursing the frilly word all while getting comfortable with you. You curl up into his chest as his arms drape loosely around you .When you doze off he remains awake, holding you closer and admiring your peaceful features. Though he’ll never admit it to anyone but you, one of his biggest insecurities is the idea that you might leave him. He always treats you with the utmost respect and gentleness and you are happy to comfort and reassure him.

Coda 12x11

Sam’s trying to keep it together but it isn’t easy with Dean wandering off like a child, nothing even resembling a lead on the witch, and the metaphorical clock ticking so loudly that he can practically hear it. The television kept Dean’s focus for a while, but now he’s restlessly wandering around the motel room, complaining. Racking his brain for a game to pull up on his phone to keep his brother occupied, Sam entreats him to sit back down on the bed, but Dean shakes his head.

“I wanna go outside,” he says again.

“I need to keep working so we can get you…better,” Sam says, with a false note of confidence. “If you could just give me some time to research—“

“I wanna go outside,” Dean insists, like a child who wants to play. Sam’s trying not to snap at him when Dean’s suddenly present again with a pained lucidity in his eyes that Sam hasn’t seen for the past few hours.  “It’s too much being cooped up in here, Sammy, waiting for whatever I’m gonna lose next. I need some fresh air. I need to see the sky.”

Sam’s on his feet in an instant. It’s bad enough when Dean lets Sam lead him around, happy to be along for the ride and pleased with whatever simplistic answers Sam gives him. But at least in those moments Sam can pretend it’s a stranger wearing his brother’s body. These flashes of awareness are exponentially worse and Sam is determined to give him whatever he needs.

“Ok, Dean,” he suggests. “How about this?” He moves a chair into the motel doorway, propping the door open with it. It will leave him close enough to get a signal while he keeps one eye on Dean outside. The Impala is parked right at the curb and he leads Dean to it, hoping that the familiar sun-warmed feel of the hood will comfort him in a way that words can’t. Dean climbs onto the hood with his eyes trained on the clear blue sky. As Sam watches, Dean begins to relax, leaning back against the windshield. “You want your sunglasses?”

Dean doesn’t answer, just shakes his head no. Sam gets back to work.

The calm lasts about a half hour until clouds begin to move in, marring the blue with a promise of rain.

Dean clambers awkwardly down from Baby and comes to stand before Sam. “The ocean,” he says with no preamble.

Sam blinks up at him. “What about it?”

“I want to go see the ocean.”

“Dean.” Sam tries to keep his voice calm and gentle. “We’re in Arkansas. There’s no ocean here.”

“But I want to see it.”

“I’m sorry, Dean. That’s not something we can do right now.” Dean’s face begins to crumple, so Sam quickly adds. “I have an idea,” and that’s enough to elicit Dean’s interest. Back inside the room, Sam takes out Dean’s laptop and types ocean into Google image search. “How about you look at pictures of oceans and tell me which one you want to go see when we’re all done here?”

Dean’s already fixated on the blues and greens filling the screen and he reaches for the computer.

“Just click right here to make each one bigger.” Sam points to the trackpad and he’s treated to an eye roll from his brother that he finds equal parts jarring and reassuring.

“I’m not an idiot, Sam.”

You forgot your own name, Sam wants to say, but there’s no point in burdening Dean with that.

“Ok, Dean. Find the one you like best.”

Sam gets back to his research as Dean takes his assignment to heart. There’s a steady stream of clicking and muttering as Dean opens and then rejects photo after photo. Finally, he stands and brings the laptop over to Sam.

“This one.”

Sam smiles at him and takes a look to be polite. It’s a beach in French Polynesia with tropical waters as deep and blue as…

“Good job, Dean. I’m gonna call Cas, ok?”

Dean nods, never taking his eyes away from the screen.

*

On his way to meet Rowena, Sam pauses in the doorway. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he tells Cas, who is sitting on one of the beds.

Calmer than he’s been all day, Dean lies with his head in Cas’s lap. When Cas turns to say goodbye to Sam, Dean reaches out a hand to Cas’s cheek, angling his face so he can continue to stare up into his eyes.

The Case of the Bed Stranger

Stiles/Derek, T, 1.5K words, College AU

Written for the following prompt: The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU


“Erica,” Derek says calmly—very calmly, he thinks, considering the situation. It’s two in the morning, he just trudged back from the library with a pounding headache behind his eyes, and he comes home to find their apartment the site of a raging house party, with drunk undergrads everywhere.

“Hey, Der,” she says, with that wide grin that only comes out when she’s had one drink too many.

“You didn’t tell me you were throwing a party,” he says, his jaw clenched, and she scoffs.

“This? This isn’t a party. This is a, uh, just a little get-together.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s finals, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to bed, at least turn the fucking music down.”

He pushes through the crowd—accidentally hitting some of them with his backpack, oops—and finally seeks refuge in his room. The noise is dulled, blessedly, when he shuts the door behind him, and he exhales, letting his eyes fall shut. His momentary calm evaporates, however, when he opens eyes and notices the very important fact that someone is currently asleep in his bed, sprawled out on his stomach like he owns the place.

All Derek can see is broad bare shoulders, messy brown hair, and half of a mole-dotted face, pressed into the pillow and currently slack with sleep. Huh.

Derek sighs. He’s fucking exhausted, he doesn’t want to deal with babysitting some drunk kid right now, and he really doesn’t want him to wake up and then throw up in Derek’s bed or something.

Plus, the traitorous little voice in his head says, he’s really cute.

Derek shakes his head, irritated, as he drops his backpack on his desk chair. He strips down to his boxers and skips brushing his teeth—he’ll do it twice in the morning, and people are probably fucking the bathroom anyway, Jesus Christ.

Derek pulls back the comforter and gently slides into the bed, trying not to disrupt the mattress before he realizes that he’s being ridiculous. Why is he even considering a stranger’s comfort? It all seems for naught, anyway, because this kid apparently sleeps like the dead.

He takes a quick peek under the blankets, and at least the guy’s still wearing briefs, thank god. Derek doesn’t want to have to worry about accidentally sexually assaulting someone in his sleep.

He flops over onto his other side—thanks to the king size bed, his only grad school indulgence, there’s plenty of room—and closes his eyes. He’ll deal with this shit in the morning.

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CONFESSION: 

Can we just take a second to appreciate the Mortalitasi? They literally exist to soothe the dead and reassure the living. In a world where the undead are a Thing That Happens Surprisingly Often. That is ridiculously badass. I keep imagining a Mortalitasi running into the undead and doing the unimpressed Mum thing. “Yes, yes, I’m sure you’re terribly sad, now GO BACK TO BED

quiet constellations 

word count: 1520
notes: futurefic, compliant to 316, dreaming in ‘if onlys’ + established
a/n: i wrote this a million years ago in an attempted fix-it collaboration with @margueriitecaine. i thought about this today, rereading it, and still loved what i wrote. so i wanted to share it.


The cabin is dark, light slipping through the crack as she opens the door. She can see Bellamy tangled in their sheets, the golden expanse of his back illuminated by the moon. Leaving it open to guide herself towards the bed, Clarke eases herself onto the edge, sitting with her back to his sleeping form, barely allowing herself to relax.

“Clarke?” Bellamy stirs behind her.

She looks at her hands.

She feels the bed shift as he sits up.

“Where’d you go?” he asks, glancing over to her spot, now empty and cool to the touch.

Her heart hammers against her throat.

“We’ve been good for a long time now, haven’t we?”

Bellamy crawls towards her, settling right behind her back. His hands automatically circle her waist and pull her into his chest. Clarke tips her head back when his lips find the exposed skin on her shoulders.

“I just–” she starts, then stops with a frown. After a second she collects herself and says, “You’re not going anywhere, are you?”

It’s not really a question for him.

“Clarke, what is this about? Of course I’m not going anywhere. We’re not running anymore. None of us are.”

Clarke turns slightly, his lips near her temple.

“Everything was so much, all the time. But I’m here, with you, and I don’t feel like I’m carrying it all on my own anymore.” She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to combat the wave of emotions coming at her. “You’re the realest thing in my life.”

Bellamy tightens his embrace. “Clarke, a lot of real shit has happened. People we’ve loved, we’ve trusted, we’ve cared for, we’ve tried to protect– those people have died, or gotten hurt, or– or left.”

They don’t mention them by name.

Clarke slowly lifts her head, she’s barely on the bed at this point, Bellamy surrounding her. Getting to her feet and turning, Bellamy’s body chases her, finding the edge of the bed. He drops his feet to the ground, and Clarke remains in the cradle of his thighs.

His hands rest on her hips, looking up at her with wondering eyes, careful eyes.

Clarke’s hands cup his face, tracing his jaw, her thumb dipping into the dimple in his chin. His whole body radiates heat, like his whole being does. Everything about Bellamy is warmth. Her eyes finally find his, and it’s overwhelming. They see into hers, exposing every part of her. Every truth. Every insecurity. Every flaw. Every beautiful, broken thing.

Her brows knit together, thinking too hard.

“Stop thinking so lou–”

“I love you.”

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Domestic Victuuri

Makkachin: *crying in the middle of the night to go outside* 

Victor: Yuuri…can you get that please?

Yuuri: No way, I did it last time.

Victor: Please??? I’m just so comfy right now and I don’t wanna move ;A:

Yuuri: Ugh, fine. This is why Makkachin loves me more, y’know.

Victor: What?! She does NOT! *gets out of bed immediately* I’ll do it! Makkachin loves her Papa more! *storms out of the room*

Yuuri: *smirks as Victor leaves and snuggles back under the covers* Works every time.

I want Dan spread out, whimpering and needy, griding against the mattress to get friction get grind back on Phil’s tongue. I want Dan’s moans to be getting louder and louder as he gets closer and closer to tipping. I want him to be begging Phil for more, to touch him, and the only thing Phil says is “No, no, pretty boy, not this time. I know you can cum just like this, now do it.” And I want Dan to go stiff, going silent for just a few seconds before he lets out a loud moan as his body shakes as he goes completely limp on the bed with Phil rubbing his ass and his back, telling him what a good boy Dan has been.

a love that sustains you

One of the things I’ve been thinking about (thanks to the iconic pillow postthis post about Isak’s bed, and this beautifully researched post on Isak’s eating habits) is the idea that having Even in his life is really nourishing for Isak? What are major ongoing themes of their scenes together? Eating and sleeping. Where are the places we associate with them? Kitchens and Isak’s bed. The first time they really explore their connection together, they spend time together in his kitchen as Even cooks for them (”we can’t go back now” applying to much more than their cheese toast). The first time they kiss, we see them together in Isak’s bed spending all this lazy time together (as Isak yells to Eskild that he’s ‘sleeping’). And when they pull apart later, these essential parts of life unravel too: Isak with his sad cafeteria cheese toastie when he encounters Even again and can’t look back on “Kardemomme!” without it causing him pain, Isak being plagued by his inability to sleep. He hears Noora opining a lack of love in the middle of the night keeping him awake, he’s barely functioning at school. And it’s what culminates in finally pushes him to open up, when he goes to the school doctor for insomnia and instead hears he needs to communicate.

When he finally is ready to talk to Jonas, it’s over the nice and filling meal of kebabs. When they come together as a couple, it’s marked by Even staying the night and cooking them breakfast in the morning. When Even is trying to make the most of them but it all spins out into too much, it’s all opulent food and white sheets. When Isak comes to tell him he’s not alone, he bundles Even back to his bed and in the morning, he’s the one asking if he’s hungry when Even has consistently been shown feeding Isak. And their story closes for the time being with them in both of these places once again: in the last scene that’s between just the two of them, they’re together and happy in Isak’s bed and in the last scene of them together in the season, it’s in Isak’s kitchen.

I love that Isak finding Even, with all the change that brings to his own sense of self, is equated to a need like that. After food and sleep, we need communication and self-acceptance and love. This season was about Isak accepting a fundamental part of himself. And it was about this love being shown as something healthy, something natural, something that fed both Isak and Even. When so many depictions of same gender relationships in the media are oversexualized or kept unusually distant, I can’t think of anything more welcome than the everyday domesticity we see them build on. Cooking and eating and sleeping and loving. Love being something that nourishes and sustains.

In an attempt to get @stylesunchained to go to sleep, I told her this bedtime story, which will now be presented as follows–

A concept: Harry is sleeping in bed next to you, and you’re restless because you can’t sleep. You keep checking your phone and taking stabs at trying to drift off, but it’s just not sticking. The bright light causes him to stir, though, and he looks over his shoulder, squinting, and asks, “Wassamatta?” with a slurred voice that has all the words running together. When you tell him you can’t sleep, he kind of flops back down for a moment before lifting up and rolling over. He takes the phone far away and says, “Quiet,” when you protest. “C’mere,” he says as he drops his arm around you and nuzzles in close with his chin on your shoulder and his nose by your ear. “Close your eyes fo’ me,” he mumbles. “Just try, love,” he says when you try to argue. He kisses your shoulder once, quickly, and his breath is hot on your skin and in your hair when he tells you, “Deep breath, in and out, jus’ like mine.” And he takes an exaggerated one to demonstrate that leaves him snickering and the both of you have a laugh over that. But your body is starting to relax because of it. You’re melting bit by bit, and maybe it’s his breathing, or his sleepy little mumbles, or his thumb stroking your temple while his hand rests on the pillow by your head, but whatever it is, you’re starting to get really sleepy, and all your muscles are feeling soft and it’s more difficult to keep your eyes open. Everything is drifting away until it’s just the sound of his breathing – that’s all you can hear – and then it isn’t even that anymore because you’ve slipped off into your own dreamland. 

like you (m) | 01

pairings: min yoongi x reader x park jimin
genre/warnings: angst, romance, smut / themes of heartbreak and mentions of drinking
word count: 13,031
description: former underground rapper, min yoongi took advantage of everything he had and lost it. three years have gone by since you left, content and happy, you’re not sure how things’ll go now he’s finally taken up your offer for help all those years ago.
a/n: i read through this monster not too long ago, and found some spark of inspiration! can’t say when i’ll update for sure but i definitely won’t throw this on the back burner for too long!

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

cr. 


“Your phone’s ringing.”

You were laying in bed after another day of work. At age 23, you were doing well as a talent scout, having a keen eye for the creative scene ever since you were in high school. Those were the days when Namjoon begged you to accompany him to underground rap battles and helped him nurse injuries from his angry opponents. It only seemed logical that your time was spent finding the next big thing.

Your cheeky boyfriend was pouting as his spiel about his day of practices and photoshoots were put to a halt. The sound of your constantly ringing work phone was often silenced by the time you were home though. It was your personal phone that you kept on just in case of any emergencies, so that did pique your interest. Only a few of your closest family members and friends ever dared to contact you there.

“Sorry, babe.” You said, wiping away his feigned sorrow with a quick peck before grabbing your phone. You cooed, “Gimme a sec, yeah?”

He nodded, feeling just as satisfied with that said. “Alright,” His lips pulling into a proper grin once again.

You hadn’t looked at the caller ID when you pressed ‘accept,’ not thinking much of whoever might’ve been calling you. Although you were guessing it was probably Namjoon or something. He usually had some philosophical thing to talk your ear off about.

Before you could say, ‘hello,’ the person on the other line had said, “Y/N?” You felt your smile falter just a little bit and your heart was beating erratically.

“…Yoongi?” You asked in disbelief, rising from the bed.

Jimin was giving you a questioning look, but you mouthed, ‘Later.’ His dark mop of hair nodded before he pulled your free hand over to his lips and pressed a small peck on them.

You had a long story to get through after this conversation. But that was all you could think about now was Yoongi…

“Hey… Y/N.” He breathed deeply into the phone.

You felt a lump in your throat begin to form and your mind seemed to be flashing back to eons ago. It weighed heavily now, being brought back to the time when you were a young, stupid girl in love. What was he doing calling you again after nearly 3 years of silence? Was it the ultimatum you left him?

Your heart trembled at the thought.

“I -um- wanted to take you up on that offer from a few years ago…” He spoke again, answering your unspoken question.

You asked immediately, “What’s that exactly, Yoongi?”

“I… I need your help.”

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in all seriousness tho lads im not here for smug mockery of people who have trumpgrets like gods know it is tempting to go I TOLD YOU SO, MADE THAT BED NOW YOU GOTTA LIE IN IT but forreals we need every helping hand we can get in fighting back against this shit so I’m gonna be over here like - if you voted for the evil tangerine cus you really believed he was gonna be the cure for government corruption and how hard it is to get a job; and you’ve now realised that his priorities were a)not that and b)literally the worst, here’s how we’re fighting it. Join in. (and look to the probably unconscious racism that had you ignoring the appalling shit he dribbled on the campaign trail cus you can do better)

  • Zwei: Give me the chicken! Come on best owner in the world! Can't you hear me whine? I'm standing on my paws for you! YES! Ruby gave me chicken.
  • Zwei: Oooooh being brushed feels good! Pamper me more Weiss! Yes, I'm a good doggy! I'm a very good dog! Yes I want a treat!
  • Zwei: CAT! CAT! CAT! CAT! CAT! Awww Blake ran away from me. Maybe if I roll around on her bed, she'll love me back? Yes! Perfect!
  • Zwei: Yang, grrrrr, let go of the rope! Gimmie! It's my toy! Great, now I'm dangling in the air but I'm still not letting this toy go! Yay! You let go! I win! Wait, do you want it back? Ok, lets go again! I love play time!
  • Zwei: Jaune's shoes are the best chew toys! Oh, I think he's looking for them again. Time to pretend I found his shoes. He always pets me for it!
  • Zwei: Nora! Nora! Nora! If I keep staring at you I know you'll give me bits of food from your plate. Mmmm beef! Let me lick your fingers! Do you have anymore? I'll stare at you again until you give me more. Please?
  • Zwei: Throw the stick! YES! I'm running after it! Are you watching, Pyrrah? I got it! It's heavy but I'm bringing back your big stick. Throw the giant Frisbee you have next!
  • Zwei: Naps are always best with Ren, it's always so quiet and he scratches me behind my ears while he reads. He doesn't even mind that I drool on his fancy clothes!
  • Zwei: I love all my owners!

So I still feel like when Alec goes for it and pushed Magnus ‘back against that wall’/’to his bed’ that Magnus is going to stop him and insist they slow down, and I was re-reading The Bane Chronicles and now this is all I can think about happening.

They don’t have the rights to TBC, I know, but it would still be nice if it went somewhat similar to how the scene did in the book, because honestly it’s all I can think about (and it would mean a lot of making out still, and when they finally do become more intimate with each other, it’ll be well worth the wait if they are both completely sure of what they want and that they’re ready for this.

“Alexander,” he murmured, wanting to say more than just “Alec,” to call him by a name that was longer than and different from the name everybody else called him, a name with weight and value to it. He whispered the name as if making a promise that he would take his time. “Maybe we should wait a second.”
He pushed Alec, just slightly, but Alec took the hint. He took it much further than Magnus had meant it. He scrambled off the sofa and away from Magnus.
“Did I do something wrong?” Alec asked, and his voice was shaking too.
“No,” Magnus said. “Far from it.”
“Are you sending me home?”

I so badly want something like this to happen. xD

“I don’t want to,” Alec said.
“I don’t want you to,” said Magnus. “But if you don’t …”
Alec nodded, quickly. “Good-bye, then,” he said, and leaned down for a quick kiss. At least Magnus suspected it was supposed to be quick. He wasn’t entirely sure what happened after that, but somehow he was wrapped around Alec entirely and they were on the floor. Alec was gasping and clutching at him, and somebody’s hands were on someone else’s belt buckle and Alec kissed Magnus so hard he tasted blood, and Magnus said, “Oh, God,” and then—

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to reading. xD

Bruce Wayne Request

Bruce Wayne/ batman x reader. While Bruce is away on a business trip his wife gets kipnapped. Almost immediately a video ransoms is sent out to him. The rest is up to you


You woke up when Bruce’s alarm went off. You groaned and turned to your waking husband. “Go on back to bed,” he told you brushing the hair from your face.

“I’m up now. I’ll make some coffee while you shower.” You threw on your robe and padded down to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wayne,” Alfred greeted you as you came into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Alfred. How’d you sleep?”

“Very well, thank you. Can I make you anything for breakfast?”

“No, thank you Alfred. I’m just going to get some coffee going for Bruce and get him something to nibble on on his drive to the plane,” you smiled. “Can I make you anything for breakfast?”

“No, ma’am, I’ve already eaten my breakfast,” he grinned at you. He didn’t have to admit it, everyone knew you were his favorite, especially since your husband and his Batman alter ego had been such a thorn in Alfred’s side.

Once the coffee was made and you added the cream and sugar you went back up to your room and let yourself in the bathroom, where the shower steam still floated and the closet doors were thrown open. “Just like you like it,” you handed the coffee to your husband and took his place, looking through his shirts and suit jackets. You pulled out a nice blue shirt, black suit jacket and pants, and a matching tie.

“What would I do without you,” he kissed your head and took a sip of his coffee.

“Probably have Alfred pick out your clothes.” You left him to get ready and went downstairs, sitting in front of the fireplace as you read the morning paper and drank your own coffee.

When your husband came down with his briefcase you stood up and walked over to him. “How long will you be gone again,” you said as some of the butlers carried out the couple of Bruce’s bags.

“4 days,” he wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll be back before you know it and I’ll call you every night before bed.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he leaned down and kissed you. “I’ve got to get doing, the plane’s waiting on me.”

“I love you,” you gave him a sad grin, already missing him.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wayne,” he kissed your forehead before leaving the house and walking to the care, leaving you alone in the doorframe wrapping your robe tightly around yourself.

******

“You look nice,” Alfred said as you came down the stairs ready for the day. “Plans?”

“Thank you and yes. I have to run and pick up something I have on hold at that cute little boutique on the outskirts of the city.”

A fatherly look crossed his face. “Mistress Wayne you know you should take security if you plan to go near the city.” After what had happened to his parents and his concern of crime, Bruce had insisted you travel with security, especially if you went near the city.

“Alfred-” you stopped seeing the persistent look on his face. “Fine, I’ll take a guard. But I don’t think I even need one,” you defended yourself. “I won’t even be in the city.”

“I’ll get Mr. Legend to accompany you Madam,” Alfred stood up and left to get your guard for the day.

******

You sat in the back of the car as James Legend, your guard for the day, drove you to the boutique. “Thanks for coming out with me James. I doubt Alfred would have let me leave the house alone.”

“It’s part of the job Mrs. Wayne,” he smiled. You felt something in your eye and opened your compact mirror to check. As you moved the mirror around trying to get a good angle a car behind you caught your eye. “James, do you see the beige car behind us?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I think it’s following us.” James sped up and turned at the next right. Sure enough the car followed. James sped up and tried to lose it but the driver was good. You picked up your phone and dialed the house number.

“Wayne residence,” Alfred answered.

“Alfred,” you said panicked, “we’re being followed and we can’t lose them.”

“I’m pulling up the car tracker and ringing Master Wayner.”

“Alfred, what do they-” you were stopped as a car came from ahead of you and ran into your side of the car, jerking you against your seatbelt, sending glass flying around your face, and sending you into unconsciousness.

******

“Alfred, I’ve hardly been gone 6 hours, surely you can’t miss me already,” Bruce comically answered the phone.

“Master Wayne, it’s Y/N,” Alfred’s worried voice came through the phone and Bruce sat up straight, leaving the filled room quickly.

“What do you mean? Alfred, where is she?”

“She and Mr. Legend went out and they’ve been attacked. I had her on the phone just a moment ago but the line went dead.” Bruce waved at the driver and ushered him for the keys, taking them and storming out of the building leaving everyone confused.

“I’m driving to the plane now. I should be back within the hour. We have to find her, Alfred,” he shut off the phone and pushed the car pedal to the floor.

As soon as the wheels touched down and he got into the car Bruce’s phone screen lit up with an email from an unknown server. He clicked on the link attached and his heart broke.

You were sitting in a chair with your legs and arms tied. Your clothes were tattered and torn, your face looked dirty and seemed to have small cuts over it, as well as duct tape that covered your mouth, and your eyes showed that you were drained and broken. “Mr. Wayne, we have your wife,” the masked man’s voice echoed in the large empty room as four others stood by with guns in their hands. “You have millions while those around you have nothing. Deposit 25 million to the account number on this board within the next 12 hours or we will kill your wife.” The video went black and Bruce punched the seat in front of him.

By the time he got home Alfred had sent the employee’s home so it was just the two of them. Alfred struggled to keep up with Bruce as he briskly walked to the elevator and took it to the cave.

Bruce sat in front of the large computer screens and started working. “What are you doing Master Wayne?”

“I had a tracker implanted in Y/N’s wedding ring for emergencies. I told her when we got married but part of me thinks she didn’t believe me,” he said furiously typing. “And there she is,” a small red dot pinged on the screen in the outline of one of the building that came up on the schematic.

******

One of the men ripped the tape off your mouth and you hissed. “Tell us, Mrs. Wayne,” the man sneered, “did you marry him for his money or his looks.” You felt the shift in the air, something that you had picked up from years of living with a man who liked to sneak up on you and criminals for a living.

“My husband won’t pay you,” you laughed to yourself.

“Why is that? Because he’ll just replace you with a younger, hot model?”

“No…because you can’t pay dead men.” A black figure swooped down and took out two of the guards before disappearing again.

“What was that,” the final three men looked around frantically with their guns ready.

“Bats don’t like to be woken during the day,” you said as your Batman swooped down and started fighting off your captors. You closed your eyes as the sound of gunfire rang out. You heard bullets cling to the ground and thuds of bodies hitting the floor and walls. You slowly opened your eyes when the loud noises were replaced by a deafening silence and were met by the black bat mask right in front of your face.

“Are you ok,” your husband asked ripping off his mask and holding your face in his hands as he looked you over.

“I’ve been better.” He went behind you and cut the ropes from your hands and feet. “Come on,” he said lifting you up in his arms. “Let’s go home.”

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#ThankYouBones week: day 12:  1 bones cast final thank you

Well I was here thinking and this was supposed to be a text where I emotionally crack and say I’ll never get over the fact that Bones is over and never coming back to my tv screen but even though that’s how I feel it’s not only anger and sadness that describe my feelings right now. Happiness, gratitude, growth as a person and nostalgia can also show what I’m feeling right now, I know I know, happiness? Are you feeling happy your favorite show is over? No. Of course I’m not, I’ll probably stay in bed for a week before I can go to school and pretend my life is the same as before, but I’m happy that this show HAPPENED, that this show got in my life and teached me so many things. It was the only constant in my life for nearly 6 years. I was only 12 when I started watching it, and since that day I’ve never felt lonely or without a purpose in life. I mean, I have other purposes at 17, but at 12?  I had a reason to come home everyday, to live every single day, waking up early, go to school and working hard, I wanted to be like one of those characters I saw because they are my standarts, my idols, they showed me that I can be whatever I want and not feel judged by that. I’m not only grateful for the show itself, I’m greatful for everything that came with it. The friends I made. The people I know almost all over the world, I’m a better person because I know all of those people, because they understand me and teach me everyday so many things.It’s so hard for me at 17 to feel lost, but I’m a teenager so probably I’m supposed to feel like this everyday, but I know that Bones gave me a purpose for life. To live my life fully, and never settle for second best. To work hard everyday for what I want, and that there’s truly more than one kind of family. I do believe in fate, and I think mine was supposed to find this show and be obsessed by it, but also to learn how to say goodbye to the best things in life, and to know that sometimes, the best things are not lasting, but that’s the reason why they are the best. So Bones, thank you, for changing my life in the weirdest, funniest, happiest and best way possible. I really can’t wait to have children and make them watch this wonderful show, so they can grow up knowing that they can be whoever they want and never feel bad about it the way I did. Thank you to the Bones creators, the Bones writers, the Bones CAST, all the guest stars, all the crew that helped developing this amazing show, and thank you Kathy Reichs for being a true inspiration to all the young girls out there. It was truly an honour to be a part of such a great fandom and to be able to share this experience with you guys. I will never forget my Bones family and I just hope one day we get to have this huge family reunion. Goodbye Bones.

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“Let him rest”

I’ve kinda been broken since chapter 84……. Erwin was my favourite and now Levi’s all alone. These two literally have destroyed me. Levi has lost his one special person now, which just kills me even more…………..

I just want Levi to join him now so that they can be happy and at peace together :(

This piece is dedicated to the best Commander possible. <3

Sorry, I’ve had to edit this like 5 times as I am struggling with quality

Morning Fluff

Characters: Min suga x Reader

Genre: Fluff poof

A/N: Haelo I am alive once again :’) this is a REALLLY short one shot as I am literally rushing through this, so please stay and read thus before you regret min yoongi fluffiness


(I apologise if this is really short or if there’s ALOTTT of grammatical errors or if this isn’t good :’) gifs ain’t mine)

How can you scroll past him


“Y/N… Don’t go” You’re half awake boyfriend wrapped his arms around your small figure and leaned his forehead against your back “Yoongi, I’m not even going anywhere” You smiled turning around, looking at his sleepy self “Then why are you up? Lie back down and cuddle with me please?” He whined and before you could answer, he pulled you back down on his chest.

His legs were tangled with yours and his arms were wrapped tightly around you.There was no way you could get out fo bed now.You turned to face him and placed your head at the crook of his neck, and gently traced your hand down his bare torso. “I just wanna stay like this the whole day” He whispered into your ear

You nodded your head, both of you stayed like this for awhile more just being in each other’s arms. You slowly gently removed his arms from you and managed to free your legs as well, “Where are you going again?” Yoongi asked, obviously still half awake “To the washroom?” You began walking towards the bathroom when you felt something soft hit the back of your head

“Did you seriously just throw a pillow at me?” You asked turning around, Yoongi was sitting crossed leg on the bed now hold onto another pillow. Before you could say anything else more the pillow hit right at your face

“It’s on” You smirked before picking up the pillow from the ground and throwing it back at Yoongi.

And then it became a continuous pillow fight poof  


I am feeling so attacked right now.

MasterList

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