okay i should go to bed soon

Bedtime Sentence Starters

“It’s time for bed.”

“You really should get some sleep.”

“You can finish that up tomorrow.”

“How are you still awake?”

“Why are you still awake?”

“If you don’t go to bed soon, you’ll fall asleep at the table.”

“You look so tired.”

“There’s nothing wrong with taking a nap.”

“I don’t need sleep.”

“Just five more minutes and then I’ll sleep.”

“I just need to finish this first.”

“I can’t sleep now. I just drank a huge cup of coffee.”

“I’ll sleep. Eventually.”

“I’ll go to bed if you do too.”

“Okay, fine. I guess I’ll finish this tomorrow.”

“I’m not that tired.”


So this might just happen…

happy birthday // h.s.

Did I write a one shot for myself about what I would like from Harry Styles on my birthday? Yes, I did. Did I also make it really smutty? Again, yes, I did. I hope you all enjoy and if not then that’s fine too! :) 

words: 5k+

Smut: yes

edited:Not really

You didn’t think today would be such a hard day.

By the time you’d drug yourself home to your tiny little apartment, you were far too exhausted to do anything but sleep. You were starving though and you weren’t in the mood for something like takeout, it was far too much for this hour of the night and you just wanted something simple. So frozen chicken nuggets was your plan. You grabbed your mail from your box downstairs, headed up the few flights to your apartment (you were sticking to your ‘no use of the elevator’ plan no matter how tired you were), and slipped your key into your doorknob.  You turned it, giving it a little push to really help it open up before you stumbled into your little apartment. Your headphones were getting a little tangled up in your purse and your mail, so you quickly tugged them out of your ears as you turned around to shut your door, dropping the mail on the front table.

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Jet Lag and Chinese

Prompt: Can I request a justice league war Clark/superman x reader? Some cute fluff with implied nsfw? Or JLW Clark saving the reader and then ending up with a date or something?

Requested by: counting-sinful-stars    

     You like sitting in his chair. It fills you with an unbridled delight as you spin in it, and go through his works in progress. If you were anyone else, someone might say you were nosy. But you and Clark know the truth.

    You hear him before you see him, “Seriously?”

    You peek up from behind the file, “Is that seriously a question?”

    Clark gives you a good natured smile before leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek, before moving to sit on the edge of his desk. “When did you get back?”

    You give another spin in the chair, “About two hours ago. I figured I’d come see my favorite reporter.”

    He smiles, “And here I thought you liked me for more than just my writing.”

    You shrug, “I also like looking at you.” The two of you stare at each other before bursting out in laughter. The fact that no one even bothers to look over shows just how deep your friendship goes.

    “How did the shoot go?”

    You grin, “It was amazing. I thought of you while I was there.”

    “Oh yeah?”

    “Yep, I saw a monkey with that same clueless look you get sometimes.”

    “Maybe it’s a cousin?”

    “That is an insult to the monkey. Anyways, I was thinking we could pick up Chinese and have a movie marathon before jet lag kicks my butt tomorrow.”

    You see his grin falter, “Tonight?”

    “Yes.” Your brow furrows, “Do you have plans? Because last time I checked the city isn’t in peril.”

    “I kind of have a date.”

    Your eyes go wide for a second, “A date? Did you finally wear Lois down?”

    He fiddles with his glasses for a second before saying, “No, her name is Diana.”

    “Diana, as in Wonder Woman?”


    You nod in understanding, “Oh okay. Good for you slugger.” The false cheeriness is evident to your own ears, and one look at Clark’s face tells you that he hears it too.

    “I’ll try to reschedule.”

    You shake your head, “No Clark. I’ll be fine. You go on a date with your girl.”

    His eyes light up, “You should come with us.”

    You shake your head, “I really shouldn’t.” You sigh, “Chinese food and action movies are calling my name Clark. I haven’t slept in my own bed in over a month. I’m going to go home. But we’ll get together soon. We’ll put on your calendar and everything.”  

    You start backing up before he can say anything else. “See ya later.”

    You get out of there before you can start to cry. You hold the tears in until you’re in front of your apartment. What awaits you is a perfectly clean space and a full fridge. You’re suddenly very glad for that cleaning service because all of your energy has vanished.

    You wash the smell of plane off, before changing into pajamas and ordering your food. Then you put in Die Hard and settle in. You browse through the photos you had taken on your last shoot in Asia. And then you come to older ones.

    Pictures of you and Clark. Clark Kent had been your best friend from the time he had stumbled into that janitor’s closet in an attempt to escape sounds no one else could hear. You’d been hiding from a bully. From the first moment you’d met you’d known he was different.

    You’d grown up privy to his secret, keeping it from even your own parents. You’d gone to college together. Hell, you’d been there to ridicule him the first time he put on the suit. You’d watched him on the news, and watched as the world fell in love with him. You took comfort in knowing that you’d loved him before he was Superman. He was your best friend and you loved him like a brother.

And now he had Diana. They were a match made in heaven, and from the way his eyes had lit up when he had said her name, she was here to stay …at least for a while.You weren’t particularly happy about it either. You’d been in this situation before. You’d watched friends draw away in favor of those they were dating. It was one of the reasons you’d kept a tight knit circle of friends, and why you traveled so much. You’d never thought you’d lose Clark though. The sound of knocking on your door draws you out of your thoughts.

    You set the laptop down, grab the cash and walk to the door. Ready to put thoughts of what would never come to rest. Then you opened the door and regretted not going straight to sleep.

    Clark’s smile was echoed by the woman next to him. They were both dressed in civilian clothes and wearing glasses. And they were both carrying giant bags of Chinese. Clark’s grin simply widened as he said, “Delivery.”

    You did your best to keep the horror off your face, “I thought you had a date.”

    “We did,” your eyes flashed to the woman, “but then Clark told me about you, and your tradition and I insisted that we continue it. Our traditions sustain us after all. And I wanted to meet his best friend and the woman who has kept his secret. It is an honor to meet you, my sister.”

    And then she was hugging you. You were forced to wrap your arms around her to keep your balance as you became perfectly aware of just how sloppy you looked next to her. Her outfit was great, her hair was perfect, and you were working with ten hours on a plane and the start of jet lag.

    If you’d had laser vision, Clark would have been a puddle. So you did the only thing you could in that situation, you glared at your best friend and let the perfect couple into your home. The thought of recounting this tale to Ma Kent also filled you with a certain amount of sadistic glee that worried you only a bit.

As you closed the door and stared at the two of them acting lovey Dovey in your kitchen, you prepared yourself for a long night. If there was one thing worse than losing your best friend to a new significant other, it was watching them be lovey dovey while you were single.

AN: So I talked about this one-shot with @counting-sinful-stars and in the end I decided I wanted to do a best friend fic. There will be no romance between the reader and Clark. Just a very close and fluffy best friend relationship. This takes place in the Justice League War Universe which is why it’s DianaXClark.

hotel with pjm

- jimin carrying the both of your suitcases up while you protest the entire time but you already arrived at the hotel room “jimin are your arms okay” nearly choking when you feel his rock hard arm “nope nevermind nope i’m going to unpack now”

- him lazily dragging you into a hug on the bed but then kissing your cheek before getting up to shower “we need to go back out soon, so let me freshen up first okay?” “okay” 

- nearly dying when he comes out of the shower with his wet haiR AND a towel on “jimin put on clothes…please” “why should i” “PARK JIMIN” “i’m kidding i came out for a reason” grabbing his clothes before letting you go into the bathroom to shower

- spending the remainder of the time in the hotel room researching places to go while jimin attempts to braid your hair extremely loosely “jimin did a good job didn’t he!” “this is really cute i like it” “really” “yeah” 


I’d like to take a moment to apologize to the first anon. I told myself that I’d get this done in under two weeks, and we have past that a few times over. Heh heh…..

So, anon, if you’re out there, I am small and forgetful and love you! Please forgive.


You were making a difference.

…At least you hoped you were.

Being an office worker was not ideal, but neither was field work really. The only reason you agreed to do this job was because it had, “Overwatch,” branded all over it. In a dedicated organization like that, especially as small as it was, every job was important. Plus, someone had to watch over your boys.

You stretch your back. Geez, this whole week was nothing but reports and papers and meetings and then more reports. Not to mention, the Junkers over-the-top way of doing missions, was not helping. It seemed they didn’t realize, or more likely, didn’t care that destruction leads to paperwork. Paperwork that lands on your shoulders.

At this point, you could practically feel the bags under your eyes, and a coil in your back. It was hard to believe that anyone could spend all day everyday sitting on an uncomfortable chair, staring at a screen.

Whatever, you were almost done typing up this mission statement, then you were home free!

Oh, what’s that? An email with instructions to handle the legal works of the last two missions? Therefore elongating your workday and preventing you from leaving early?

Oh boy.

You were making a difference. Please be making a difference.


“An’ then it falls!” Jamison watched eagerly as another piece is taken off of the tower and placed on top. He frowns at it stability.

“Your turn.” Mako points at you. You shift forward looking it over before settling on a holographic piece and sliding it out.

“Aaaaaannnnnnndddddd…..” He taps his fingers against the table.

“Read em’ and weep, James.” You lean back, glancing past the Jenga tower you had downloaded earlier that week. You cross your arms and let your head lay against the back of the couch. God, your neck was killing you.


“What?” You realize that you had been resting your eyes, leading you to zone out.

“I said, ‘it’s your turn.’” Junkrat sets his head in his hand. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Yeah. Tired, sore, y'know, the same old same old.” You take out a piece.

“Maybe we should go to bed soon then.” Roadhog suggests, checking the time.

“Nah, being able to relax like this is more helpful honestly.” You reach above your head in a stretch, back cracking in the process. “I’m fine with sleeping normal time.”

You roll you shoulder and wince at the sudden jolt of pain. A string of curses catches your attention and you turn to see a pile of blocks and a defeated man.

“Jenga!” You shout to mock the smaller man. He glares back at you and huffs. You put your hands up in defense. “Hey, I was just kidding!”

He pauses, noting the stiffness in your movements. He puts on a nasty grin, wiggling his fingers. “Oh, what’s that? Ya askin’ for massage are ya!” He stands quickly, startling you.

“Hey! No! Stay back!” You push closer to Roadhog and he raps his arms around you, trapping you. “Traitor!” You gasp, wiggling in attempt to break free.

“You’re not escaping this time.” He rumbles from behind you.

“You’re gonna get a massage an’ like it!” Jamison half jokes, half boasts.

“I refuse! I refuse!” You laugh, backing as far away from him as physically possible.

His hands land on you shoulders with the most evil chuckle he could muster. He works your muscles as you fake struggle, just to make things harder on him.

The night ends with you passing out, mid massage, face first in your bed.

Peter Maximoff Imagine “Sleeping Beauty”

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x reader

Requested: no

Warnings: slight cursing

A/N: I’ve written this a while ago. NOW THIS IMAGINE IS REALLY SHITTY! There is a request that I swear I DID NOT forget about. It’s just the very end of the term and after all I failed my chemistry test and I’ve barely had sleep this week and this is another reason why I can’t write anything worth your attention. And sorry for this shit… But if you somehow managed to like it let me know)

Originally posted by teriarty

(Gif isn’t mine)

It was lunch break. You and your boyfriend Peter were sitting together.

You yawned. “I’m soooo fucking tired! I want to die!” 

“Told you that you shouldn’t watch tv shows at night, but you never listen to me” Peter took a sip of his drink

“Shut up” you yawned again and looked at your watch “You know, I have some time until the beginning of the next period. I think I should take a nap”

“Okay, if you’re leaving me like this I’m going to go and prank Scott and tell him that it’s your fault” Peter smiled at you, little demons in his eyes were waving at you. You were in love with these eyes.   

“Deal!” you kissed him and stood up “Will see you at the next period” 

“Just don’t oversleep!” speedster shouted at your back 

“I’ll set an alarm!”

As soon as you entered your room you collapsed on your bed, burying you face into a soft pillow “Just ten minutes” you whispered to yourself 

As Peter thought you overslept your next period. He came to your room and knocked on the door. Just in case. There was no answer so he came in. 

He saw you on your bed curled into a ball under a blanket. He laid down next to you, wrapping his hands around you. He lay like this for about ten minutes and then it was the time for the last period. He decided to not wake you up. 

He placed a quick kiss on your head and left. 

After the last period Peter got too busy annoying Scott, so he forgot to check up on you, but when he did he found you still sleeping in the exact same position he left you. 

Now the silver haired boy was starting to get worried. He touched your forehead to make sure you didn’t have temperature, but it seemed fine. He shook you by your shoulder. “Hey, Y/N. Wake up sleeping beauty..” no response. “Come on Y/N” you didn’t even move. “Y/N wake up!” Peter shook you roughly. Suddenly he felt something on your hand under the blanket. He raised the piece of fabric. What he saw shocked him. 

He saw green vines wrapped around your body like some kind of cocoon. He tried to rip the vines, but as he touched them they burned is hands and only wrapped more tightly around you. 

A second later Peter was running around school looking for Frank, but he only found professor Xavier. 

“Professor! There’s something wrong with Y/N!” 

“Peter, calm down and show me where she is” 

After professor came to your room he examined you and vines around you.

“What’s wrong with her?” Peter couldn’t hide his anxiety. 

“Everything is alright. She is just in some kind of hibernation.” Professor said calmly, still looking at you. 


“Yes. She probably was too tired. Now she rests and she can’t control her powers that’s why there are vines. There is no need to freak out. She will wake up eventually”

“Eventually? How long is eventually?”

“From several days to several weeks, depends on how tired she is, for how long she hasn’t had enough sleep?”

“Couple of months” 

“That’s a lot. Just let her rest”


A week and a half has already passed but you were still sleeping. Peter visited you everyday. He was just laying besides you, talking to you, he even slept with you. It happened spontaneously. He just fell asleep near you and the next night and after that night, soon it became a habit. 

You were having an awesome dream. You were in a big library, reading and reading and reading. These books were magical. Everytime you opened a book you teleported to the world the book was about. And then there was the last book. After you finished it light started coming from everywhere, blinding you. Suddenly you were in your room. 

“Fuck! I’m late!” You tried to move but something held you in place. “Shit! Not again!” 

Peter was in history class just looking out of the window and doing everything he could do except listening to the teacher. Suddenly he heard professor’s voice in his head ‘Peter, she’s awake’ 

Immediately world almost froze. Peter stood up and started running to your room. He didn’t even knock, he just bursted into your room. 

“You’re awake!” he rushed to you and hugged you tightly. 

You buried your nose in his neck. “How long did I…” you were interrupted by Maximoff “Twelve days” 

“Fuck!” you giggled


It was already 1am but you still couldn’t fall asleep. Of course you couldn’t! You were sleeping for twelve days! Peter nozzled besides you. It was unusual, sharing bed with somebody, but knowledge that it was him made you feel more comfortable. 

You placed your head on his chest, his arm immediately wrapping around you “Hey, Peter” You poked a sleeping boy in the shoulder. “Peter” you whispered

“What?” he whispered sleepily, his eyes still closed

“I can’t fall asleep. Let’s go to the beach” a little smile appearing on your face

“What? Y/N it’s like 1 am” Peter turned his body to you, holding you tighter 

“Pleaseee” you whimpered, your lips against his cheek. 

“Nooo! We have classes tomorrow!” Speedster mumbled into your head

“pleeeeaseee” you raised your head and started covering his face in kisses. 

“Ugh..fine, anything for you” 

And you two really went to the beach! It was a magical night!

“You know what I’ve just understood?” You two were sitting on white sand, pressed to each other. 


“I’m madly in love with you!”

physics test

request: could you please do one where y/n has anxiety and Shawn’s calming you down and coaxing you out?


requests are closed!

Your name: submit What is this?

y/r/n = your roommate’s name!

a/n: i like this a lot i hope you guys do too!!

You were pretty sure that college was your own personal hell. You had convinced yourself that you were being punished for some unknown sin that had occurred when you were younger.

In the next week you had two essays, three tests, and an oral presentation. None of which were your strong suit. If you were lucky, Shawn was there to help you. He would keep you sane while you studied or stared at a computer screen, and he would let you practice your oral presentation in front of him.

“And then when you’re doing it in class, you can just envision me the whole time!” he would say, excitement that this was his idea laced through his voice as he sits up on your bed and crosses his legs. You tilt your head and look at him with a irritated expression on your face. “Just do it. It’ll help, I promise.”

Of course he was right. He was always right.

This time, however, you weren’t so fortunate. He offered to let you practice over facetime, but you both knew it wouldn’t be the same.

You talked to him while you studied. He pulled you out of your laptop screen or textbook every 10 minutes or so and told you a story or a joke, just to make sure you weren’t stressing yourself out too much. It hardly worked, but it was enough to keep you from burning your school things and dropping out.

He always told you to call him when you started feeling that pit in your stomach, the one that told you that panic was just around the corner. You knew he didn’t mind, that he wanted to help you more than anything, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang guilt every time he answered the phone and stopped what he was doing to talk to you.

Today was the day of your physics test. You had been studying all week, the anxiety helped you there. In your head, the thought of being under prepared was far scarier than the thought of getting no sleep or not eating enough. You had memorized the formulas and the exceptions and any other minuscule detail you might possibly need to know. You had even managed to send Shawn a copy of your flash cards and had him quiz you.

You were ready. You could do this.

Or at least Shawn thought so.

You walk into your physics room, taking deep breaths and running through everything again. You sit down quickly and your professor hands out the tests.

Your mind goes blank.

The words on the page start to blur, looking more like alphabet soup than an organized set of letters. The room immediately seems smaller, the walls coming closer and closer until they’re at either side of your shoulders, suffocating you, sucking the oxygen out of the room.

There’s a small voice in the back of your head, Shawn’s voice. “You’re ready. You can do this.” You weren’t sure if he could have been more wrong. Of course you weren’t ready, of course you would forget everything, of course the simple act of looking at the test would cause you fall to pieces. You sit there at your desk, staring at the jumble of words on the paper, waiting for Shawn to scoop you up and piece you back together, but he doesn’t come.

Of course he’s not coming. He’s in Japan, you idiot.

“Y/n?” the sound of your professor’s voice cuts through your panic, ringing in your ears. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You nod harshly, far too enthusiastic. “I just, I need a drink of water,” you say, standing up from your seat and rushing out of the room, down the hall, out of the science building, across campus, to your doom room.

You can’t call Shawn, you just can’t. He’s busy. He’s absolutely busy.

But you’re not breathing, you can’t speak, you can’t swallow, you can’t think. Tears form rivers down your flushed cheeks, wetting your shirt.

Somehow, through blurred vision, you manage to call him. He answers quickly, probably knowing what’s wrong. You tried your hardest to text him and make sure he wasn’t busy before calling, but there was no time. It wouldn’t have been the first time you passed out because of an anxiety attack.

Your hand is covering your face when he answers, and he almost doesn’t notice what a mess you are. Almost.

“Hi, baby, it’s gonna be okay,” he assures you. You see him walking into another room. He looks up from the phone screen. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m just gonna need a few minutes,” he says. He nods and turns back to you.

“I couldn’t do it, Shawn. I just couldn’t. He handed me the test and I forgot everything. The walls started closing in and-”

“Okay, love, I know.” And he does, he always does. He runs his hand through his hair. “You remember what Dr. Keaton taught you, right? I know you do, baby, we did it last time. In for four, out for seven. Here, breath with me.” He guides you through the exercise. “I’m right here, love, okay? Listen to my voice. You’ll be okay.”

“Oh my god what if I can’t make up the test? I can’t fail that class, Shawn. I just can’t,” you say at lightning speed, the panic making your words blur together.

“No,” he says, shaking his head, “we’re not worrying about that right now. You won’t fail, I’ll come talk to your professor if I have to. But that doesn’t matter yet. You’re not breathing, baby.”

You close your eyes and listen to him tell you how to breath, just listen to his voice, filled with such concern and compassion. You finally stop crying after a few minutes. In a few more, you can breath again. And soon, the pit in your stomach and lump in your throat have gone away.

You open your eyes again and let out a sigh. “Thank you. I’m sorry for keeping you away from more important matters.” You smile, resting your cheek on your palm. “I’m okay now, promise.”

“You’re the only ‘matter’ that means anything, y/n. Don’t keep thinking like that.” He chews at his lip, clearly trying to decide if he should trust your promise. “Go make some tea and take a shower. No more classes today, alright? Promise me,” he says, his eyes pleading.

“I promise,” you say.

He sits back in his chair and considers your words, rolling them around in his head, replaying them. “Okay,” he finally says. “I love you, alright? I’ll call you soon. Shower, tea, bed. Nothing else. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you say, smiling slightly.

He smiles and pretends to blow you a kiss. “I’ll talk to you soon.” He hesitates for a second before hanging up the phone.

You do what he says, he tends to know you better than you know yourself. You shower for almost an hour before crawling into bed and sleeping til almost 5. When you wake up, an iced tea from the local cafe is waiting on your nightstand, attached is a note.


Shawn texted me and said you had a rough day and needed some tea. I didn’t want to wake you up. Text me when you wake up and I’ll get you some dinner (as per Shawn’s orders). That boy kills me.


You smile and sip the tea.

Yeah, he kills me too.

hold onto me ⌁ isaac lahey

request : Request? An Isaac Lahey imagine where he’s having a nightmare about his father and he accidentally hurts you but you try to tell him that you’re okay, and just fluff? Okay thanks sweetheart :)

word count : 1.9k :)

  He had gone to bed that night unprepared for the dreams that followed- or, rather, the nightmares. It wasn’t as if Isaac Lahey was a stranger to night terrors; by now, he should have been used to them. They were attached to his person more so than anything else because of the trauma he had faced throughout the entirety of his life. He had known nothing other than torment for the first fifteen years of his life, and only recently had he found the salvation and happiness he had so desired. You were the biggest part of his happiness, and he intended on making you equally as happy so that you would stick around him for many years to come. Though, he supposed that’d be much easier if he stopped waking in the middle of the night with a cry for help and a shaking in his bones. He was sure he was irritating you at this point, having you sleep over Scott’s house almost every night only to wake you at four in the morning because of his stupid dreams. 

   Tonight, however, was the worst night he had had in quite some time. It was only midnight, earlier than normal but still late, considering it was a school night. Your eyes were just beginning to slide shut, the dim, gold light of the lamp you had left on reflecting in your eyelids, when you heard the smallest of whimpers from beside you. You turned on your side so that you were facing Isaac as his entire body began to tremble. You sat up, your fingers barely grazing his bare shoulder as you murmured, “Isaac, wake up, love, it’s just a dream.” Your soft, coaxing voice was usually enough to send his eyes flying open, icy blue eyes blown wide with a mix of fear and rage until your kind words sent him into a calmed state once again. 

   He couldn’t hear you this time, no matter how much he wanted to. In his dream, there was glass cutting into his cheek, blood trickling down his face and the droplets decorating his pale hand. Bruises blooming across his skin, turning purple and red and yellow until they faded away and then reappeared with each hit he took. Again and again and again. He healed too fast, he wanted to stop the healing so he wouldn’t have to keep getting hurt- oh god, was he hurting. He was always hurting, his bones ached and his heart was heavy. He was tired of being hurt, why couldn’t the hurt just end- why couldn’t he be the one to hurt the people who harmed him? He snarled, lashing out, claws extended and teeth bared threateningly. He would no longer be harmed, he refused to be harmed by this man that was his father only biologically, not in reality. He would hurt him this time- 

   “Isaac!” Your voice snapped him out of his this time, awaking with a jolt as panic shot through him. He stared at you, breathing hard through his mouth. He almost calmed down before he noticed his hand was wrapped tightly around your forearm, tight enough that if he squeezed, your bones would probably shatter. He let out a breath, unable to speak. A lump was forming in his throat, his nose itching slightly, and he know he was about to cry as he released your arm from his clenched fist and he saw that he dug his claws into you. Puncture marks decorated your flesh, you arm was bleeding, it would most likely bruise. Neither of you said anything as his hands dropped to his side, his gaze locked on your wound, inflicted by him. He was the one that was never supposed to hurt you, you were the person he had never wanted to hurt. 

   “Isaac, i-it’s fine, stop looking at it,” you told him quietly, pulling down the sleeve of your sweater. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m, like, in perfect condition. Stop looking at me like that,” you pleaded, watching carefully as his mouth closed and his eyes began to water. He rubbed at his eyes with his hands; he shouldn’t be crying, you were the one who was hurt, not him. 

   “I’m so sorry,” he croaked, distancing his body from yours and leaning so far away that he almost toppled off the bed. “I-I hurt you, you, of all people. I-I-I’m a terrible person, I’m awful. Please don’t come near me,” he moved even further away, sliding off the bed with ease and making himself comfortable on the floor. He glanced back up at you, sweat gleaming on his forehead. His hands shook as he brushed sticky strands of hair away from his face. He said, “I’ll sleep down here. I don’t want to hurt you again, and you shouldn’t come over again after tonight. Just- just stay away.” He leaned against the bed so he did not have to look at you- at the pain he had inflicted- bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his head down on them, still shaking. 

    You slid off the bed, too. You sat down next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist before he could shy away. You felt his body stiffen, rigid and terrified. “Isaac, please look at me.” When he refused, you tentatively brought your hand to his face, touching his cheek as gently as possible. He didn’t like his face being touched often, it made him nervous and sometimes angry- his face had always been a target of his father’s. He was too handsome, too “pretty,” with his golden curls and blue eyes that melted every heart except his own. You softly rubbed your thumb along his cheekbone, and he sighed at your touch without thinking. Your finger trailed along his jawline before coming to rest at his chin, where you turned his head slightly in order for him to look you in the eyes.  “I’ll heal. It’s okay. It was an accident due to a nightmare, and I know you would never dream of hurting me when you’re awake. You’d never truly harm anyone, Isaac, so please, don’t beat yourself up over this. Get back into bed, or else I’m sleeping on the floor with you. Got it?” He nodded, his cheeks wet with tears he had silently let stream down his face.  

    As he got into bed, he opened his arms, intending for you to fall into them. “D’you think you could hold me for a bit?” He inquired sheepishly, his cheeks a little more rosy than usual. You smiled at him, plopping into bed and automatically pulling him into your arms. He took a deep breath, his body shuddering again. You ran your hands through his curls lovingly, softly, gently, as no one had before. He could have fallen asleep that way within seconds, but opened his eyes reluctantly. “Can you show me what I did to you?” 

   Hesitantly, you tugged your sleeve up your arm and presented the newly minted bruise to him. He grimaced upon seeing it, swallowing down his self deprecating words and instead focusing on something different. “Are you in pain?” 

   “Sort of,” you admitted, your eyes following him as he lightly lifted your arm, his hand around your wrist just as before, though this time his touches were feather light and cautious, as if you were going to break into a million pieces if he handled you the wrong way. 

   “Point to where, please,” he added. With your other hand, you prodded at the place where your bones felt like they were throbbing. “Okay, just… sit still, for a moment. I-I’ve never done this on people- don’t know if I’ll do it correctly… it worked on the dog though,” he babbled. You raised your eyebrows at him, but didn’t say anything. His stared at the place he had hurt you and let his hand skim down over it, taking a deep breath as he concentrated. He focused on your face, your expression locked in a slight wince because he was holding the place that was in the most pain. He didn’t dare look at his hand, where the veins were turning an inky black in his effort to heal you, take the pain away. You exhaled with elation, no longer hurting. “Did it work? Did I do it?” 

    “Yeah, yeah, you did,” you stared at him in awe. “You took my pain.” 

    “I couldn’t let you hurt like that,” he said softly. “No one should hurt like that, unless they really fucking deserve it. But you? Anyone who hurts someone like you is a shit person with no moral compass and an affinity for getting the crap kicked out of them. No one should ever hurt you, okay? I won’t let what happened tonight happen again, ever. You’re- you mean a lot to me,” he finished lamely, gaze dropping to the wrinkled bed sheets. He was going to say, “you’re everything to me,” but he wasn’t sure if it was too soon for that. He hadn’t worked up the courage to say that he loves you yet, though he showed you in numerous ways to make up for it. 

   “You shouldn’t hurt either, Isaac,” you said as he sank back under the covers and into your arms, his blonde hair tickling your cheek. 

   “I’m used to it, sweetheart, it doesn’t bother me as much anymore,” he replied, moving one of his hands so that he could place it over your own. They were locked around his middle, and he realized that he had never even had a mother to hold him, let alone someone like you. Someone wonderful; utterly intelligent, beautiful, kind, caring, loving, perfect in so many ways and completely imperfect in many more. 

    “I wish I could take your pain, though.” 

    He turned over on his side, wanting to look at you. His nose was almost touching yours, you were curled so tightly together. “I’m not in any pain, Y/N.” 

   “Not physically, not anymore, but,” you sighed, “I wish I could take the emotional pain. The nightmares, the trauma, the claustrophobia, the scars, the bruises on your heart, the trust issues, the people you’ve lost, that’s all caused you pain. I wish I could take it away from you, carry it on my own back for a little while. You don’t deserve it, any of it,” you mumbled, hugging him tightly and pressing your face into the crook of his neck. He teared up again, cursing himself for it, but still hugging you back all the same. 

    “No one- no one’s ever said that to me before,” he mumbled back, hands stroking your hair absentmindedly as he fought to get his next words out of his mouth. “Y/N, I-I love you. I love you. I love you so much.” A weight had been lifted with those words. Once he spoke them, he knew he was going to have you around for a very long time as you automatically began crying (in the happy way, of course) and held him closer than you ever had before. He’d have you to hold onto for the rest of his life, if that’s what he needed and wanted the most. You whispered the same words back and forth over and over again for the rest of the night, reveling in it, your hearts swelling more each time it was muttered against his lips or against your skin. You were his anchor, he loved you more than anything, and he held on to you closely when you both finally fell asleep that night, nightmares no longer plaguing his dreams. 

“Take Care” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 800ish

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request from Anon: Can you write a Daryl x reader where they’ve been together since before the outbreak and she’s pregnant. When everyone in the prison is getting sick and he’s freaking out over her and all she’s worried about is him!

Warnings: Fluff

Originally posted by findmeacurebae

You run outside, barely managing to make it before you puke all over the ground. Being pregnant is not fun. You feel like all you can do in these first few months is throw up and feel helpless.

“Disgusting.” You mumble to yourself, falling to your knees.

“Y/N?” Daryl walks up to you as you continue to throw up. You feel weak, something you hate feeling like. You know you’re not, but pregnancy is really taking a toll on you.

“Daryl,” You start to say, but you couldn’t finish your sentence before you started throwing up again. Between the morning sickness and the worry about the epidemic that was going around the prison, it was not a good time for you.

“Come ‘ere.” Daryl brings you closer to him, holding you hair and rubbing your back. All he can do is worry about you. You know it’s just because he cares, but you feel like he needs to take care of himself as well.

The two of you have been together since before the outbreak. You’d grown up together, going to the same school your whole life. He avoided you for a long time before you two got together, as he wanted to try and hide his feelings. He was afraid to love you and he would just push you away every time you got close. After high school, though, the two of you got very drunk one night and slept together, taking his virginity. He admitted the next day that he’d been in love with you his whole life, and the two of you had been together since.

When everyone started getting infected back when the outbreak began, Daryl and Merle took you in and kept you safe the entire time. Merle wasn’t the best guy in the world, but he treated you decently since you were Daryl’s serious girlfriend.

You had found out that you were pregnant a few months ago. You were about four months along now, and although you were thrilled to be having a baby with the love of your life, you definitely had some worries. Not about yourself- everyone here was more than helpful and comforting, making sure that you had everything you needed. You were more worried about Daryl. He wasn’t taking care of himself, he was so stressed about you and the baby.

“Daryl, I’ll be okay.” You attempted to smile at him.

“Ya should go lay down. I don’t want nothin’ to happen to ya.”

“How about we go lay down together?” You suggested.

“Alright,” He puts his arm around you and supports you as he walks to the bed.

“I’ll be okay, I’m not gonna die. And you’re not gonna die either. This’ll pass soon. We’ll get through this, we always do.” You lay down in bed, closing your eyes immediately. All you want to do is sleep.

“I just don’t wanna lose ya.”

“You won’t.”

He kisses your forehead, pulling you closer to him in a spooning position as you rested. You feel him rubbing your stomach, and you smile. He really cares about this baby.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, to either of you.” He whispers in your ear.

“I just don’t want you to be so worried about me that you’re not taking care of yourself. I can’t survive in this world without you, Daryl.” You admit. “I don’t want you to get sick. I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Then ya understand exactly how I feel.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You snuggle up closer to him. “Thanks for being here.”

“Anything for you. I’ll take care of ya till the day I die.”

“At least the little one doesn’t have to experience this yet. He or she is just all content in there, not a worry in the world.” You sigh.

“Little baby has it better than us.” Daryl laughs quietly.

“At least they won’t have to experience normal life before being thrusted into this one. I think that’s the worst part about living this life now, knowing what you had before and reminiscing. Our baby won’t have that, this is all they’ll know. In a way, I think that’s a good thing, especially if the world isn’t ever going to go back to normal.”

“I ain’t ever thought about it that way.”

“Yeah.” You mumble.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well.” Daryl kisses your head.

You drift off to sleep, feeling safe and content in Daryl’s arms, knowing that he would never let anything happen to you.

☆Pregnancy Series☆ Jimin


How you tell him/happens:

Jimin already knew you were pregnant.

A few weeks ago, you two had thought about being parents, but you were both frightened by his work and by being new to this experience. So while Jimin asked Yoongi for advice, you asked Namjoon. After discussing everything, Jimin and you decided that you were prepared. 
The night your future baby was going to be conceived, Jimin was totally nervous, it seemed that you had returned to years ago, the first time. 

“Jimin…are you okay?” You covered your body in shame, not really knowing why Jimin acted that way. His eyes were numbly lost, and he kept them from making contact with your eyes. On his cheeks, you could see how a reddish tone decided to come out. “If you want…ah…we can wait more?" 

Didn’t Jimin want to have a child with you after all?

"No!” Your husband finally looked at you. Jimin let a sigh out of his mouth. “I feel shy.” His face was picking a more reddish color.

You laughed. “Yeobo, this isn’t the first time we’ve done this.” Jimin sat on the bed and you kissed his lips slowly. “Everything is alright.”

Jimin started to laugh uncontrollably. “Oh baby, I feel so shy.” His giggles occupied the whole room. You stopped him with a kiss, and Jimin didn’t seem to be embarrassed anymore.

And 3 weeks later you were pregnant. When you told your husband, he kept smiling broadly, showing off his beautiful but slightly crooked teeth. His eyes closed at the action of smiling, probably he couldn’t see anything.
Jimin didn’t hesitate for a second to hold you tightly and tell you how he loved you, and how wonderful your future child would be.

Jimin couldn’t help telling everyone he knew that you were pregnant.

“Mom, I’m going to be a dad! Yes! I’m so excited!”
“Hyungs, is the speaker on? Are you all? I’m going to be a father!!!”

When he knows the gender (3 months of pregnancy):

Hoseok held the camera in his hands, recording Jimin who was entering through the door of your house, completely confused. His hair was wet because of the intense dance session he had have with Jungkook. The maknae, who was behind Jimin, smiled at the camera, leaving his backpack on the floor and knowing what to do.
Jimin looked into the living room to see that all the members of Bangtan were there. “Oh, what are you all doing here?”

“They’ve come for a drink and sweets.” You smiled. You tried to stay calm but it was almost impossible, your big smile about to betray you.

“I’m going to take a quick shower and I will come back.” He walked to the stairs when Namjoon rose quickly from the couch and shouted no. Jimin confused with everyone’s attitude sat in the living room, by your side, not before asking how you were and resting his hand gently on your little belly. Something that had become almost a routine.

You smiled and told him you were fine. Yoongi left a box on the table, Jimin looked at everyone confused and opened the box, seeing that there was a cake, he cut it into several pieces, serving them on a plate. When he realized that the color of the cake was pink. His head slowly turned to you. “It’s a girl?” You smiled, a tear falling from your eye while you nodded. Jimin started to get sentimental and hugged you tightly.

“Holy Shit.”

Things he does for you:

  • He would create fun distractions, so you aren’t thinking that you are fat, tired or ugly. Because you aren’t!
  • Give you body massages. 
  • Play ballad songs and read to the baby in your belly.
  • Take you out of dates, because like he says: “I need to feed our love.”
  • Help you in everything.
  • Go always with you to the hospital.
  • Go home earlier so he can take care of you.
  • Help you stay hydrated. He will fill your water bottle and put it in the car for you, and keep a glass next to the bed. 

What he enjoys about pregnancy:

  • Caressing your belly and resting his head on it, just to hear his little girl moving around. “She is going to be a ballerina. Oh! Or a football player, I don’t care! Whatever she wants!”
  • He would love going with you baby shopping! Looking at the little shoes makes his heart beat really fast. “Will I feel like this when our baby is born.”
  • Loves trying to picture how your little girl will be like.
  • Cuddling you. But like, everywhere. Back-hugs. Neck-kisses. Caressing hands.
  • Thinking of spoiling his little girl.
  • “She will be the cutest.”
  • Fights with Yoongi. “Hyung! I don’t care that SangHee got your gummy smile, my little girl will be prettier! I’m sorry SangHee! Uncle Jimin still loves you!”
  • Records every day of your pregnancy. “This is important, yeobo.”
  • Looks at your stomach and can’t help smiling, as if the mere thought of you being pregnant has actually made his day a little bit brighter.
  • The amazing anticipation.
  • Baby showers! They remind him how special your friends and family think you two are.

Originally posted by jjks

The day of the birth:

Your eyes opened slowly, and you rubbed them with your right hand. You felt a pressure in the lower part of your belly, but you didn’t give it much importance, thinking that it was the arm of your husband, surrounding you to feel you close in the cold nights. When you realized it wasn’t Jimin’s arm, you decided to go to the bathroom, thinking that maybe you would want to pee.

Even if you got up slowly from the bed, Jimin lifted his head from his pillow, his eyes still closed with sleep, and his hair was disordered in all directions. “Baby, are you okay?” His voice was hoarse, and you couldn’t help but shudder.

“Yes baby, I’m just going to pee.”

“Do you need me to accompany you?” He ran his tongue over his lip, noticing his dehydrated mouth.

You laughed. “Jimin…I’m just going to pee!”

Jimin smiled, loving the sound of your laugh. “Mmmh, come back soon. The bed is cold without you.”

You smiled, your face turning reddish. You walked to the door of the bathroom in your room, when you noticed a liquid flowing down your leg. “J-Jimin!”

In seconds, Jimin was at your side. “What, what’s going on? Are you okay?” His eyes traveled over your bare legs. “Fuck…” Jimin looked at you and began to kiss your lips.

“Baby, I know you’re excited, but we should go to the hospital.”

“Oh, yeah, right, I’m going to get the car keys, and the bag!” Jimin opened the door of the house and went through it, leaving you completely confused. Jimin came back in and laughed in embarrassment. "Sorry, I’m nervous.” You laughed thinking that Jimin was going to go to the hospital without you, but the laugh was gone when the pain started to get harder.

Jimin stroked your hair with his right hand, while on his left arm he held your newborn babygirl. 

“Hi dear.” Jimin smiled. “Mom is tired, she’s been carrying you in her belly for 9 months and she had to make a big effort so we could have you with us, that’s why she’s sleeping now.” The little girl moved her right hand, trying to grab Jimin’s cheek. “Wow…you have a lot of hair.” He laughed.

 "I guess I have to introduce myself.“ He stopped stroking your hair to touch your daughter’s lips sweetly. "My name is Park Jimin. You’ll see me for many years, although you’ll probably miss me out a lot of times. It’s not because I want to be away from you, it’s because I have to work to make it go well.” He stroked her cheek. “I will try to play with you always, and I don’t care if in a few years I have to drink tea with you dressed in a pink tutu…We will do many things together, and you will be my little one even if you grow up. As I said before, my name is Park Jimin, but you can call me Appa.” A tear fell down his cheek. “Welcome to the world, Park Haneul.”

Good Enough

Originally posted by gwiyongie

“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”

Summary: You and him were two complete opposites from each other… You were just the maid’s daughter, but him on the other hand was a celebrity… Girls practically threw themselves at him just to gain his attention… He could choose any girl… but he chose you..

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // 

Part 11 is here~

More Parts:

Part 12 //



I arrived at the front desk and stood right in front of the guy hoping to get the persons behind the desks attention but he seemed to be very occupied with what he were doing. Should I clear my throat? I looked around and then looked at the person and politely yet awkward cleared my throat and the person raised up their head and stared at me.

“Hi… sorry to interrupt but..  I’m actually looking for someone and I need their room number.” The person stared at me and nodded.

“Sure what’s the name?”


The man quickly slipped in his computer that was inches away from him and typed up the name and smiled.

“Ah found her.”

Before letting him continue off of course I had to speak.

“Fifth floor right?”

“Um no.. She’s actually on the first floor.” As soon as the man said she was on the first floor I looked at him completely confused. I couldn’t help but to look to my left and then to my right. There’s rooms in the first floor?

“First floor?” I blurted out in shock and the man nodded.

“Actually, her mother works here as a maid so we give maids room in the first floor. “

My eyes widen… Her mother’s a maid?

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its just a cough! - evak drabble

i just wanna give a big thanks to @sanabckkoush for some of these great ideas i included in this drabble!! i hope she enjoys it and that all of u enjoy it too, thank you

It just started with a light cough for a couple of days, and then a fever set in, and Isak and Even both knew - Even had a cold. Great. Not even the biggest of colds, but Isak made a big deal out of it anyway.

“You’re not going to school today! And quite frankly, neither am I because I need to stay here and take care of you,” Isak exclaimed as he saw Even getting ready for school and he was just about to head out the door before Isak took his bag and threw it on the couch. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, c'mon baby! It’s just a little cold, I’ll be better in a few days..”

Isak shook his head, clearly not having it, “You’re gonna go back and change and come out here and have breakfast and then you’re gonna go into our bedroom and take a nap, okay?”

Even sighed, but he didn’t really mind. He changed into some sweats and sat at their newly built dining table as Isak set out a galore of scrambled eggs and toast. Even smiled at his boyfriend, happily filling his plate and they began the usual. 

“Sleep well last night?” Even asked as he took a bite of toast. 

“Well, besides your wheezing and coughing, sure,” Isak noted, smiling at Even from across the table. Even laughs, shrugging, finishing off his plate just as Isak got up to clean up the table. 

“Now, get your butt in the bedroom and sleep. You need it. If you need anything, call me in, okay?”

Even smiled, kissing Isak on the cheek as he walks into the bedroom, tucking himself into the bedsheets and easily drifting off to sleep to the sound of Isak’s feet pattering across the flat and the smell of his boyfriend still lingering on the sheets.

By the time Even wakes, Isak is lying beside him on his side, staring at him, smiling. Even smiles back at him, tapping his nose as he turns on his own side to face him.

“What time is it?" 

"Around noon,” Isak said. “Are you hungry? I can make you something.”

“A little.. but if I refused food you would make me something anyway,” Even mused, grinning as Isak laughed.

“You’re right. I’ll make you some soup, okay? Something easy, right?”

 "Okay, thank you. I love you,“ Even replies.

"Mm, I love when you say that. And I love you, too,” Isak says, giving Even a quick kiss before jumping off the bed and hurrying to the kitchen.

“Hey! I’m sick, you shouldn’t be allowed to kiss me!” Even shouted after him, sitting up in their bed, smiling and holding back a laugh.

“I don’t really care! I love and care about you so I will give you as many kisses as I want!” Isak shouts back, and his laugh echoes through the apartment.

As soon as Isak gets back into the kitchen, he’s lost. He has not the slightest clue of where to start when making soup. Sure, they have instant soup in the cupboards, but he wants to impress his boyfriend with his culinary skills, so that’s exactly what he’s going to do - but he doesn’t even know where to start.

As soon as he even tries to begin, he’s already making a mess. Spices everywhere, vegetables sitting on the counters, pots and pans scattered about the whole kitchen, and Isak is getting frustrated. Very frustrated. As he reaches for a saucepan in which he thinks is capable of making soup in, and just like everything else, he drops it - but this time, it’s way too close to his foot. He jumps back just as the pan clatters to floor and yells ‘fuck’ and he knows there is no way to turn back now. 

He quickly picks up the pan and as he sets it on the counter, Even walks in, a concerned look on his face and he spots the mess and his lover is in the middle of it all.

“Isak, are you..? Alright? Do you need help?” Even asks, walking into the middle of the kitchen where his boyfriend stands. As soon as Isak spots him, the stress leaves his eyes and it seems like he could just completely melt into Even’s arms, but he doesn’t. 

“What the hell are you doing? I specifically said to stay in bed. You should really listen to your boyfriend because he cares about you!” Isak says, basically stuttering out the words. “Go, go go now. Back into bed.” Isak ushers, following/pushing Even back into their bedroom as Even just chuckles, and Isak bites back a smile, trying to stay completely serious.

“Okay, Doctor Valtersen, I think I’m safe and tucked into bed now,” Even jokes, smiling as Isak gives him an evil look, but his dimples show that he’s clearly amused as he heads back into their kitchen.Isak quickly pulls out his phone from his pocket and eagerly decides to text Eva - a natural cook, which he needs in this time of need - and asks her a simple question.

Isak: Eva, I need your help. How in the fuck do you make soup??

Eva: What? Why do you need to know how to make soup?

Isak: Even is sick, help out a worried boyfriend pleeease?

Eva: Alright, alright. Here’s an easy recipe you should be able to follow. Best of luck, hope Even gets better soon.

Isak smiles to himself, grateful for the help, and immediately begins, limiting his mess on the counters with only things he needs. He quickly gets started, preparing the ingredients and such and so, and finally - it’s finished. He smiles to himself, proud and confident and ladles some into a soup bowl for Even and carefully carries it into their room, gently sitting right next to Even who is patiently waiting.

“So, what did you make for me?”

“A potato something soup,” Isak answers, confidence flowing through his veins as Even takes the bowl from him and eats one spoonful. Isak grins as he sees Even face light up just as it always does when he eats something delicious.

“Holy shit, this is amazing! Isak, you’re a star,” Even praises, taking another spoonful, sighing in delight. “Wait.. this tastes familiar.. Did you ask Eva for this recipe? Because this tastes like the soup she brought to the Christmas party last year..”

Isak blushes, looking away from Even, nodding in embarrassment, “Yeah, kind of…”

Even sets the soup bowl gently in his lap, taking his hand and grabbing Isak’s chin lightly, forcing him to look at him, “Listen.. I don’t really care. I love it. And you made it. That’s all I care about, okay?”

Isak nods, giving Even a kiss, smiling and eagerly pushes the bowl back into Even’s hands and Even graciously finishes it, playfully asking Isak for more but Isak refuses, telling him cooking is a pain in the ass and Even laughs, smiling at the fact that yes, cooking is a pain in the ass. And so is trying to impress your boyfriend with your cooking.

Isak decides that around 4 PM, it’s safe to take Even out of isolation - aka move him from the bedroom to the living room. 

“Do you feel like watching some movies?” Isak asks as he sits Even on the couch, the duvet covering him from head to toe - Even claims he doesn’t have chills but Isak doesn’t listen.

“Um, yeah, should we watch.. Romeo and Juliet? The Leo version?” Even offers, and Isak doesn’t object. Obviously. 

He quickly slips in the DVD and Even opens up the blanket, inviting Isak in, and he cuddles up to Even and clings to him like there’s no one else in his life but him.

About an half an hour through the movie, Isak finds Even asleep, his head lightly placed on his shoulder, the discomfort making him notice, but he doesn’t have the heart to move him, so he just bares through it while the movie plays on as he rests his head on Even’s, the movie soon droning out into the distance as he, too, falls asleep, the steady breathing of Even right beside him and the fact that Even is right beside him, draws him into a deep sleep, - even though it’s half wheezing, half breathing. 

Signed to Kill (Pt. 1)

Pt. 1  Pt. 2  Pt. 3  Pt. 4  Pt. 5  Pt. 6  Pt. 7  Pt. 8  Pt. 9  Pt. 10

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
◊ Summary: You were employed in an agency that made its money by taking lives. However, things get hard when you’re contracted to kill a young idol.
◊ Genre: angst
◊ Word Count: 2,700

|Chapter 1

Everything went downhill the day your father died.

You’d thought things were fine when you were young. Your mother died while giving birth to your little brother. You had only been three then, but you’d never seen your father cry, and that day was no exception. He always seemed to have a handle on everything; he was emotionally stable, he loved your brother and you unconditionally, and he had a stable job, though he didn’t make much.

However, children tend to miss things when they’re young. You had always thought that everything was so perfect. Sure, your mother wasn’t around, but your father was enough. Your small family didn’t have much money, but you’d never gone without anything you ever needed. You had been so focused on how great life was that you’d never noticed your father disappearing at night or coming home with strange cuts and bruises. You had always assumed that it was just what he did at his job.

Now, staring at the letter in your hands, you recalled all of these things. How hadn’t you seen this before? If you hadn’t been so naïve as a child, or if your father had just told you, you wouldn’t be in this mess now.

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Saudade: Ch4

The next morning, Brendon took you out to breakfast at a local coffee shop. You were dressed in one of his hoodies and a pair of his shorts. He had offered to drive you home so you could grab your phone and some other things. That morning you had agreed on staying with him for a little while. You didn’t know how long, but the thought of you going back to that empty house and being all alone only made you feel sad and scared. You liked the thought of being with Brendon, just for a short amount of time, just enough to get you back on your feet again and then go back home, pretending like nothing happened. “I’ll wait here, okay?” Brendon decided, standing in the hallway in front of your apartment door as you began to unlock it.

“You can come in,” you reassured.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “It’s fine. Take your time.”

“Okay,” you mumbled. You walked in, staring at the blanket on the ground in front of the couch, the remote tossed aside, an empty wine bottle fixated between the cushions. Is that what had caused you to gravitate towards the bar that night? You then walked into your bedroom, noticing the pile of clothes left on the floor, your phone plugged into a charger on the nightstand, the smell of him in the room. Josh.

A terrible feeling settled in the pit of your stomach, making you instantly feel nauseous. You picked up your phone, noticing at least fifty missed calls and messages from him. He had been trying to desperately get ahold of you while you were going out getting drunk and fucking some dude behind his back. You began to feel the guilt start to drown you as you opened up your messages, reading the sweet “miss you” and “love you” texts on your screen. You stared at the silly picture he had sent you, one that he probably forced Tyler to take of him. He was standing underneath the Eiffel Tower, skateboard in one hand, coffee cup in the other, snapback fixed on his head, that gorgeous smile, wearing the hoodie you had bought for him last Christmas. He was in France, practically on the whole other side of the world as you, going on a world famous tour, but still finding the time to talk about how much he loved and missed you, thinking about you all the time, and you had taken that for granted. You felt miserable. Without thinking, you instantly called him back, chewing on your lower lip and listening to the several rings. Finally, about on the fourth of fifth, he miraculously picked up.

“Hey beautiful,” he greeted. “I miss you.”

“Miss you too,” you replied, clearing your throat and trying to forget everything running through your head.

“What have you been up to lately?” he wondered.

“Uh, not much,” you shrugged, growing uncomfortable. “Just watching some television and thinking about you mostly. Missing you a ton.”

“You’re probably wearing my clothes right now, aren’t you?” he laughed. You felt guilt instantly rush through your body again as you glanced down at Brendon’s sweatshirt wrapped around you, knowing that Josh was right, that if you hadn’t even gone to the bar, you’d probably still be sitting on that couch in one of his oversized shirts, eating a bowl of ice cream and scrolling through pictures of him on your phone.

“Uh, yeah,” you lied. “One of your flannels. It’s cozy. Smells like you too.”

“I miss you,” he sighed. “So much.”

“Me too,” you bit down your lower lip, starting to feel the tears surface. You did miss him. So fucking much.

“Look, Ty’s calling me so I’ve got to go, but promise me you’ll call?” he wondered.

“Promise,” you whispered, the tears beginning to fall down your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he told you before hanging up. As soon as you pulled the phone away from your face, you lost it. You began to cry, burying your face in your hands, sobbing. You didn’t know what to do without him. It felt like an endless cycle of just trying to distract your mind, using anything and everything you keep you from thinking about him, going even as far as getting wasted and winding up in some random dude’s bed. This only made you cry harder, and you didn’t even realize it when Brendon knocked on the door, finally opening it up and noticing you balled up in the corner of the room, phone beside you, crying uncontrollably.

“Hey there,” Brendon’s voice softened, frowning. He crouched down beside you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I don’t know,” you closed your eyes tight, refusing to look up. “I feel so lost and stupid and-”

“Now, now,” he shook his head. “You’re none of those things, y/n.”

“I just miss him so much,” you sniffled. “And he’s not even coming home anytime soon and I’m so afraid of just being left here alone but I feel so guilty and horrible because he’d never forgive me if he found out that I was doing this with you and, I just don’t know. I have a boyfriend, okay? I can’t keep doing this to myself, it’s not right. I feel so guilty and I know it’s not my fault or your fault but I’m just, I’m a mess. A motherfucking mess.”

“It’s going to be alright,” Brendon comforted. “Look, we don’t have to do this. Alright? We can just be friends.”

“W-what?” you stammered, looking up at him, wiping away the tears from your cheeks.

“I didn’t know that you didn’t want me to do that,” he confessed. “Look, I wouldn’t have made any advancements on you that night at the bar if I knew you were still with your boyfriend. I misinterpreted what you said and I’m sorry about that. And I know I probably should not have done what I did last night, in the shower, in bed, all that. But you just got to tell me, okay? Don’t be afraid to say no. I’m not going to get angry at you. We don’t have to have sex or kiss or do any of those things. But we can still be friends, you know? But I also don’t want to leave you here, especially under these conditions. You’re probably still sick, and like you said, he won’t be home any time soon. If you want to stay at my place, that’s great. You can even stay in a separate room if you want, I don’t care. I just want what’s best for you. And I know for sure that’s not staying alone locked up in this house crying.”

“Thank you, Bren,” you mumbled. “But um, I think I just need a little time to myself.”

“Okay,” he nodded slowly. “Um, can I at least give you my number? Just in case?”

“Yeah,” you decided, handing him your phone and letting him type in his number before handing it back to you. “Look, I’m sorry, I just really need to think things through.”

“No, it’s fine,” he reassured. “I understand.”

“Thanks,” you gave a small smile.

“Take care of yourself,” Brendon reminded. He gave a quick wink before getting up and walking out the door, and when you heard the front door shut, knowing he was gone for good, you took a deep breath. You needed to get your head on straight.

However, the next few days, you couldn’t seem to get Brendon out of your mind. It also didn’t help that you accidentally never returned his sweatshirt, or shorts, and you had them neatly folded and sitting on the arm of the couch in the living room, wondering how to either return or get rid of them before Josh came home. Everywhere you went, you heard his voice in your head, imagined his hands on your body, thought about those intense eyes boring into you, unable to get him out of your mind. You tried calling and texting Josh, but it was as if everything had just reverted back. He wasn’t picking up and the time zones probably were all jumbled by now, so it was useless. You found yourself in the shower several days after you had last seen Brendon, the same day when you had last spoken to Josh, letting the water rush over your face, closing your eyes, trying to figure out what to do. You were torn.

It was late at night, middle of the night actually. You were laying in bed, and you couldn’t get him out of your mind. You tried to focus on Josh but you couldn’t. It was like you could still feel the ghost of Brendon’s lips pressed against yours, his body so close to yours, his hands all over you. You thought back to the hickeys that were still left on your neck from the last time you had fucked him, how ashamed you felt when you stared at them in the mirror, yet slightly turned on just at the simple thought of his mouth on your skin. That’s when you came to the idea. You would call both of them. Josh and Brendon. And whoever would pick up your call would be the person you’d go to first.

Your shaky hands picked up the phone, unplugging it from the charger and looking for Josh’s number, then hearing it ring. “Please pick up,” you mumbled, closing your eyes tight. There was a ring. And then another. And another. “Fuck, come on Josh.” Another. Then the familiar greeting. Voicemail. Distraught and frustrated, you hung up, chewing down on your lower lip and then scrolling through your contacts. You couldn’t find Brendon’s name in the search. Odd.

Maybe he misspelled it. You scrolled through your contacts, keeping a close eye for what he could’ve put it down under, and that’s when you saw it. “Best Fuck.” It had to be him. What a cocky move. You rolled your eyes, then rethought your decision, wondering if maybe this was a good idea. Probably not. But then again, it wasn’t like Josh was picking up anytime soon. Hell, he barely even responded to your texts. You closed your eyes tight, not even able to bear watching your finger press down on the call button, then pressed the phone up to your ear. Three rings before he picked up. You cleared your throat. “Hello?” you wondered.

“Hey,” that fucking amazing voice responded. “A bit late in the night to be calling, hmm?”

“I guess,” you bit down on your lip. “Apologies.”

“I’m guessing you’re y/n,” you could practically hear Brendon’s smirk from the other side of the line. “Nice to know that you miss me as much as I miss you.”

“First of all, fuck you,” you narrowed your eyes. “Really? ‘Best Fuck?’ Dick move much?”

“Your words, not mine,” he reassured. “And by the way, I’d love for you to fuck me, baby.”

“Flirt,” you scoffed.

“Well why else would you be calling me in the middle of the night?” he sighed. “I’m not a mind reader, and I haven’t known you for too long, but I’m smart enough to tell when you need a little something, y/n.”

“Okay, maybe I do,” you confessed defeatedly. “I can’t get you out of my mind. And uh, I still have your clothes.”

“My house tomorrow?” he inquired. “We can catch up on things?”

“Tonight?” you dared to ask.

“Wow, you’re that desperate babe?” he chuckled softly. “Well I do love a girl who begs for it.”

“Come on, Bren,” you pleaded. “Stop with the teasing.”

“I’ll be over in five minutes,” he stated. “And you better be undressed by the time I get there. I’m not in the mood to waste time.”

“Anything for you,” you whispered. You heard the click on the other end of the line and you tossed your phone aside, beginning to slide off your clothes, inhaling a ragged breath. Were you seriously doing this? What would Josh think? You shut your eyes tight, shaking those thoughts out of your head. You needed Brendon, even if it was only just for tonight. Just one more night. That’s it.

As soon as you heard the knock on the door, you walked towards it, body shaking with anticipation. When you opened it up, Brendon was standing there, smirking as his eyes trailed down your body. “Looking gorgeous as always,” he mumbled, gazing at you. “Let me in so I can fuck you nice and good, sweetheart.” He took a step inside and you closed the door behind him, then turned around.

“Bedroom?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Of course,” he nodded. “You go in there, lay down on the bed, spread those pretty little legs for me. I’m going to undress myself and I’ll be right there behind you.” Brendon placed a kiss on your lips, snaking his hands down your back to your ass and giving a squeeze before letting go of you, letting you walk towards the bedroom and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

You withdrew a shaky breath as you eased yourself onto the mattress doing as told, thoughts reeling in your mind, still wondering if this was just making everything a million times worse. Why the fuck would you invite Brendon to your apartment? To Josh’s apartment? So you could fuck him in the bed that belonged strictly for you and your boyfriend? The same boyfriend that had been so lovingly devoted to you all these years? You closed your eyes tight and tried to swallow down the thought. Same boyfriend who had left you all alone here, abandoning you for some rich bitch career, probably going to parties and fucking celebrities. No, that wasn’t true. Josh would never do a thing like that. You shut your eyes even tighter, starting to really second guess yourself. Maybe you should tell Brendon to leave and just clear your head for a moment so- before you knew it Brendon was crawling on top of you and kissing your lips, your eyes widening at the realization, then closing your eyes and melting into his touch. Fuck clearing your head. You just needed to forget about everything for now.

“Mmm Bren,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling the latex brush against your folds, his hard on pressed right up to your core.

“I told you I wasn’t in the mood to wait around,” he chuckled softly, trailing his lips down your neck. “I’ve been craving to hear that beautiful voice of yours for days, and then you call me out of the blue, all flustered and worked up, probably just aching for my cock in that pretty little pussy of yours, huh baby?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered as he slid his hands down your sides, then crept them up to your breasts, giving them a squeeze.

“You really want this?” he raised an eyebrow. A sly smile tugs at his lips. “Hell, I bet you’ve fucked your boyfriend in this bed, haven’t you? You naughty girl, you.”

“Please,” you begged. “Brendon I wouldn’t have called you if I wasn’t desperate.”

“Desperate now, are we?” he smirked.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to waste time,” you narrowed your eyes.

“I don’t,” he recalled, kissing your lips and making you gasp loudly as he pushed into you, every inch sliding into your pussy, making you dig your nails into his back. He started to thrust into you fast, making you moan into his mouth, your legs growing weak at the fast pace he was gaining.

“Fuck,” you sighed. “Oh my god.”

“I bet your stupid boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like this, huh?” Brendon laughed, slamming into you at a reckless pace. “He doesn’t treat you like the filthy dirty slut you are. Goddammit, I bet he just spoils you rotten, huh?” He pounds into you, causing you to gasp. “I bet he just eats you out for hours, fucks you nice and slow, peppers kisses all over your body.” He slams into you again and again, making you struggle to catch your breath. “Not with me, y/n. I like to fuck girls so hard they’re sore the next morning.” He digs his fingernails into your shoulders, making you yelp. “Make them remember who they belong to for the night.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“There’s something about being fucked rough that girls just love, don’t they?” he wondered, slamming into you harder and harder. “You just crave it, don’t you? Probably can’t stop thinking about me. You pathetic fucking bitch. Hell, I bet your boyfriend doesn’t even call you those names. He’s too much of a gentleman for dirty talk, huh?” Brendon digs his nails deeper into your skin. “Bullshit.”

“I’m so close-“ you choked out.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. “Let me feel that gorgeous pussy clench around my cock. Do it.”

“Fuck,” you tilted your head back, letting the moan escape your mouth as your orgasmed rushed over you, Brendon relentlessly fucking you until he came too, both of you clinging to each other and rolling your hips up in order to savor those last seconds of bliss before collapsing into each other’s arms. You laid there for a moment before Brendon untangled himself from you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before getting up for a moment, then returning, curling you up to his side. “Holy shit, that was amazing.”

“Yeah it was,” he mumbled. “Fuck, your body works wonders on me y/n.”

“Stay the night?” you pleaded. “With me?”

“Definitely,” Brendon nodded. He pressed a kiss to your lips and then tugged up the blankets, wrapping them around the two of you. “Um…” He looked like he was searching for something within your eyes. “You should uh, probably get some sleep.”

“I know,” you murmured, still staring at him. It looked like he was going to say something else, but he kept silent, so you just closed your eyes and leaned your head against his chest. “Goodnight, Bren.”

“Sleep tight, y/n,” he kissed your head. “Sweet dreams.”

Video Updates

Summary: Your husband Tony sends videos of him and your son while you are out of town so you are aware of what’s going on at home.

Pairing: TonyXReader

A/n:  So this one is pretty long and jam packed with gif’s! Enjoy!


You hated going out of town without your family even if you knew that Ben would be well taken care of. It seems like you miss so much over these business trips.

“So where are they sending you now?” Tony asks before he starts to take your clothes out of your suitcase.

“Come on Tony, I have to go.” you try to grab your clothes but Tony puts his hand straight up and you’re shorter than he is. “Really.” you say getting onto your tippy toes but still not being able to reach your clothes.

Tony smirks, “I guess you’ll have to stay. You can’t go without clothes.” Tony says, and you get an idea. You wrap your arms around him,

“Come on babe,” you smirk a little, “is this really how you want to say goodbye?” you ask sounding as innocent as you can, and with that Tony leaned down and kissed you, your hands went up and around his neck as his hands made his way down to your waist.

Once his hands rested there you quickly grabbed your clothes and ran over to your suitcase. “Oh that_ that was cruel.” Tony acts offended as you put your clothes back into your suitcase. He quickly walks over to you and you turn your back to your suitcase as if you’re going to defend them. He than kisses you again, his lips travel down to your jaw then your neck.

“Tony. My flight leaves in two hours and I still need to pack.” you say but don’t even try to escape.

“I have a private airplane.” Tony whispers into your ear, you shake your head. You loved the fact that Tony was rich but it wasn’t any of the reasons you married him.

“Mommy!” soon a little boy is at your legs and hugging you, Tony quickly stopped kissing your neck and you stifled a giggle. “You haf to go today?” Ben asked looking up at you.

“Yeah mommy do you haf to go today.” Tony says going down to be the same height as Ben, you shake your head,

“Yes I do. But you get to spend time with daddy and maybe he’ll take you to work.” you say and watch as Ben got excited, Ben loved that his dad was a superhero, even though you always got nervous that he would be attacked because of it.

“Do you tink I can go flying with daddy?” Ben asks excited, you shake your head.
“No I don’t think that’s the best idea.” you look at you husband who looked down, Ben had been on many flights with daddy, but one day the suit had malfunctioned and Ben almost got seriously injured.

~2 hours later

You were gone, Ben wasn’t with you anymore, and you couldn’t cuddle with Tony after a bad day, of course you were only going to be gone for 4 days, but it seems like a 4 days feels like a year. After arguing with half of your team about how you should approach the London Corporations, with your business proposal. “Mrs Stark you can’t just demand this, not this time. The London Corporations will not be as easy to gain as most of our business partners.” Andrew says, you roll your eyes, Andrew had said this at least 5 times to you already. 
“Okay Andrew I am going to go into my hotel room and think about everything that we have talked about.” you say walking into your hotel room before Andrew could get another word in.

 You had the worst day and now walked into your hotel room to lay down on the bed. Soon though her phone went off, “Oh god! Andrew if you are texting me one more proposal You looked down to see Tony’s name and the notification read VIDEO RECIEVED, you quickly pulled up the message and pressed play on the video

Day 1:

“Hey Y/n! So it’s day one and Ben did alright. I mean he totally betrayed me!” Tony says.

You look at the screen confused until Tony moves the camera toward Ben, you burst out laughing as you see him wearing a Thor costume. Steve and Clint were pretending with him that he was actually Thor which just made him smile.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this from Thor!” Tony whines walking over to Thor who was just smirking and smiling, Tony rolled his eyes than walked over to Ben, Steve, and Clint

“Thor I think we need to go save the world!” Steve yells grabbing a plastic shield and then handing Ben a plastic hammer. “Come on Thor! We can’t do this without you!” Steve yells throwing the plastic shield, but aiming it a bit high, so it flew out of the window.

“Wow Rogers I’ve seen you lose your shield before but I don’t know how you’re going to get this one to bounce back.” Clint says smirking at Steve who was now rubbing the back of his neck. Tony burst out laughing. “I am so sending this to Y/n.” Tony says and Steve just scowls at him,

“Y/n I promise that I am not putting Ben in any danger!” Steve shouts before running to the elevator to go and retrieve the shield,

“It probably broke falling from this height.” Clint tried to yell at him but it was too late Steve was in the elevator and going down.

“Here let me show you how to fight Ben!” Tony yells handing Thor the camera, Tony sat down and pretended he was in one of his suits and pretended to shoot one of his lasers which ended up looking more like a dance, Ben started laughing making you smile. You knew he was being well taken care of. Steve soon got back caring 5 different pieces of the plastic shield.

“Wow Steve my dad made you that Shield and this is how you treat it!” Tony yells pretending to be mad. “No respect for gifts given to you.” Tony grabs the camera from Thor and zooms in on Steve. Who looked annoyed and like he might attack Tony, you giggled and watched as Steve charged at Tony

“So thats what’s going on here. Steve isn’t being careful, and seems to break more things with the plastic shield than his own, Ben just betrayed me, while I was going to make him a full functional ironboy suit!” Tony says winking at the camera, while he starts to run away from Steve

You rolled your eyes and smiled at the screen. You loved the video it made you feel like you were still there.

“Well better sign off for the day! Love you Y/n! We sure do miss you!” soon you heard a chorus of goodbyes and love yous and miss yous. Than Tony was tackled to the ground. The screen went black. You smiled and put your phone down than got changed into your pajamas. Maybe you wouldn’t get too homesick after all.

You woke up and got ready for your first fundraiser of the day there were 8 parties going on and you had to make an appearance at everyone of them so that you could make friends with the main people In Charge at the london corporations that meant 8 different times dancing with random people you didn’t know and having married men hit on you. You spent the entire day trying to friend the London corporation representatives, you were now exhausted and your day was only halfway over. Your face was hurting from smiling all day, your feet wanted to get out of your heels, and you wanted to be able to eat a proper meal for once. You were in the middle of a taxi ride to another fundraiser when your phone went off, you looked down to see Tony’s name and the notification read VIDEO RECEIVED, you smile than open up the video  

Day 2:

“So Ben is not with me today if you must know all of the other Avengers wanted to take him out to the zoo and he didn’t want his old man to slow him down. Well that and I needed to get the ball rolling on making some updates on my suit. So you’ll be the only person to gain full access to seeing how a genius makes his suit. So let’s begin.” Tony started tinkering around with one of his suits, you smiled and watched Tony tinker around. “This doesn’t seem important.” Tony says throwing a piece of something out of the suit. “So right now I’m mainly trying to get my suit to be lighter so it can go faster.” Tony says towards the camera. You rolled your eyes you knew that his suits were fast enough he just liked the thrill of figuring out new upgrades for his suits. “So let’s try this out shall we.” Tony says getting into his suit you watched as it flung him to the wall, and you didn’t even try to stop yourself from laughing as Tony hit the wall than fell to the floor. You watched as he slowly got off the ground.

“So maybe I should put that back into the suit.” Tony groans out. Oh! I feel sick!” Tony groans out before the screen goes dark, you feel a small peice of you hope he was okay but right before you were about to turn your phone off it comes back to life, showing you Steve who seemed to be trying to hold in his laugh.

“Hey Y/n this is Steve we got back from the zoo to find this.” Steve turns the corner to find Tony in his suit over the toilet, he groans and looks at Steve,

“I’m serious, give me a little space.” Tony says into the toilet. ‘Aww’ you say sadly. He looked like he was in bad shape. “Hey Y/n I hope you are having a great time in London!” Tony turns back to the toilet and lets out a groan. “Ben take over!” Tony groans out and Steve turns the camera over to Ben, he smiled and waved at the camera.

“Hi mommy! I had lots of fun at the zoo! But wen we got back daddy was sic.” Ben says pointing in the direction of Tony, “Miss you mommy!” you hear everybody say bye, you even hear Tony groan out how much he loves you and misses you before you just hear a full out terrible groan. Than your screen goes black.

As you finished your second day, you had rewatched Tony’s video multiple times whenever you needed something to make you happier. You hoped that everything had cleared up back at home and that Tony was no longer feeling sick. You just hoped that when you got home your boys were alive, and that the avengers were okay.

When the third day came you were half asleep and barely able to function. You had been to a charity ball all night and had to keep the creepy old men away, you wish Tony could have come with you to this but he had Avenger duties that he had to deal with so he wasn’t able to come on the business trip. You were getting ready for the day when you heard your phone go off, you practically ran to your bed and jumped on it searching for you phone and when you found it you opened it up to find the sweet words ‘Tony sent you a video’ you quickly opened it than looked at the time, if you watched it you would be late to your meeting. But at the moment you didn’t care.

Day 3

“Hey Y/n! You have to see this Tony and Ben! They are so cute with each other!” you could tell it was Wanda by her accent. “We have been in boring meetings all day but Tony has just been playing with Ben and ignoring the entire meeting. It annoys whoever is speaking but it’s completely adorable!” Wanda says giggling a little. You smile as you watch Ben squash Tony’s puffed out cheeks. You laugh as Tony pretends to be shocked. “Ben and Tony are doing great! Hope you’re having a great time in London! Can’t wait for you to tell me all about it!” you smile and shake your head

“Ms. Maximoff are you even paying attention.” as soon as the agent said this the screen turns black. Soon though it turns to a video of Tony who looked annoyed.

“So Ben is in bed now he had fun even though we were stuck in boring meetings all day, did you know that apparently I’m.. volatile, self-obsessed, and.. don’t ‘play well with others.’ This is what I already knew.” Tony says winking at the camera you giggle to yourself, “But the agent decided to say that about me in front of my son.” Tony was furious and you could tell. Gosh you felt bad for not being there for him these past couple of days. “You know I’m pissed right now! I know you would say something like ‘Why do you even listen to the agents.’ or ‘You know Ben sees you as a hero and nothing less than that.’ or ‘Gosh Tony why are you a total babe?’” he smirks at the camera and you roll your eyes “I just wish you were here. I miss you so much. But hey tomorrow is your last day in london than you’ll be home! Can’t wait for that! That will be a great day! I promise I will be at the airport to pick you up.” Tony says smiling at the camera. You smile too and wish that he could have seen you. “I miss you! I love you! Can’t wait for you to come home! And if you don’t come home with one of those british accents I’ll be slightly disappointed.” Tony says winking. YOu smile as the screen turns black.

You get off your bed and continue to get ready. Running to get into a taxi and up to your meeting 10 minutes late. “Sorry I’m late. I got a late start this morning.” you say professionally, you and Tony took business very differently while Tony wouldn’t care if he showed up an hour late to a meeting you always liked being on time that’s why if you both were here you would usually meet in the middle. Which mean you would have been a half an hour late and Tony would have taken all the fault for it.

“It’s okay Mrs Stark we are just glad that you made it.” one of the ladies says you nod and smile.

“Mrs Stark we don’t think that we want your buisness_ it’s not that we don’t like the idea of joining with Stark Industries but, we haven’t really heard a reason that we should join.” as you hear this your heart drops. You weren’t Tony you knew you weren’t as confident as he was hell that’s why he was the face of the business. You had to stay in that meeting for 2 hours just to hear them say that they didn’t want to combined with Stark Industries, you felt terrible and like shit. You wish you were at home in sweats and a tanktop with Ben in your arms and leaning onto Tony’s shoulder sitting on the couch and watching a movie. But instead you were stuck in London hearing all of your workers argue over ways to change their mind.

You texted Tony and told him that you weren’t sure that he made the right choice sending you instead of coming himself. He quickly texted you back

‘Hey, don’t put yourself down! You are Y/n Stark you are not me! Your Y/n Stark for gods sake! You are very powerful and if they don’t want your business than we don’t need them!’ you smiled at your phone, and that’s when you had an idea.

You got up early and got ready to do the most riskiest thing you have ever done in your career. Once you got to London corporation’s you walked in and your workers started following you trying to hand you folders but you pushed them all away. “Hello Mrs Stark who are you here to see?” the secretary asks you. You smile.

“I’m here to see Mr Smith.” you say and all of your workers go quiet. Mr Smith was the owner of London Corporations. You decided if you wanted them to be business partners you needed to go straight to the top.

“Do you have an appointment with Mr Smith?” she asks, you shook your head.

“Nope I don’t. But I think Mr Smith will want to meet with me.” you say confidently,

“Mrs Stark I don’t think_” Andrew starts before you turn around

“Andrew when I want your opinion I will ask for it. This is my husband’s company and I will do what I think is best for the company. Do you understand?” you say and Andrew for the first time since you met him shut his mouth.

“If you want to wait an hour or two Mr Smith has a half an hour of free time.” the secretary says, you turn around and smile.

“I can show myself to his office.” you say walking past her desk and straight up the stairs, you saw his office and you felt your heart pounding. YOu were either going to make or break your career right now. You walked into the meeting they were talking about stocks when you walked in but everybody went quiet when you walked in.

“Mrs Stark is their something that we can help you with?” Mr Smith asks you a little astonished with your sudden appearance.  

“So I was thinking. If our two businesses combined to work together the benefits would be great, so yesterday you said you didn’t need our business and that’s your choice. Stark Industries are doing great and we are still going up in our business we are financially stable and the only reason I am actually here is because we wanted to go forward with you guys. But we don’t have to, there are many other companies that are begging us to combined with them. SO by all means refuse our proposal. We don’t need you. But if you want to move forward. You’re going to need us.” you say looking straight at the man in front of you, everybody in the office had gone silent and you stood there as your own workers were extremely nervous. Soon though Mr Smith stood up.

“I guess we’re in business Mrs Stark.” he holds out his hand and you take it into your and shake his hand. “Get the contracts ready to sign.” Mr Smith says, and his assistants quickly got to work. After you spent the entire day signing forms and getting agreements in order you went back to your hotel and laid down on your bed,

You turned your phone on to see the notification. You quickly pressed play on the video.

Day 4:

“Hey Y/n” you took in a sharp breath as you saw a beaten up Tony. “Before you start freaking out. Ben is okay, once the attack happen Natasha and Clint got him out of here. But they were targeting him.”

You run out of the hotel and pulled out your phone again telling a taxi to take you to the airport. “Hello I need a private jet at the London Airport now.” you demand, you quickly get to the airport and on the jet without even stopping to take a breath you are in the air and back to new york.

When you got back to new york it was 3 am and you went into the house and ran upstairs. Tony was asleep in his bed and you quickly ran over to him.

“Tony. Hey Tony.” you try to shake his sleeping body when one of his suits pins you down you let out a scream and Tony wakes up his eyes wide when he sees you

“Stand down!” Tony yells into his wrist watch, “Y/n I’m so sorry.”

“No! No Tony I’m fine. Are you okay? Is Ben okay?” you ask.

“Yeah I mean didn’t you see the video I sent you?” Tony asks you nod.
“Yeah but once I saw that Ben was the target I ran as quick as I could to the airport.” you say and Tony burst out laughing.

“Y/n you need to finish the video!” Tony says, he pulls out his phone and turns on the video.

Day 4:

“Hey Y/n. Before you start freaking out. Ben is okay, once the attack happen Natasha and Clint got him out of here. But they were targeting him, I know that you have always feared when this would happen, but let’s be real threat is imminent and I have to protect the one thing I can’t live without which is you and Ben.” you feel the tears sting your eyes, “So you know that I would do anything for you two. I mean if I didn’t have you I would go insane, and this attack made me realize just how much I really do need you and Ben. I love you Y/n way more than I thought I could ever love a girl. I mean I never realized how much I would give up for you and Ben, I would gladly die for you and Ben. I mean it wouldn’t be my first choice. But I would gladly die for you.” Tony has tears leaving his own eyes in the video. “I don’t think I tell you enough how much I love you. SO I love you Y/n.” soon the screen goes dark, only to light up agin. “Ps I am sorry for breaking the rules but I kind of flew with Ben again. He loved it.” you smiled at the video and turned to Tony.

“Gosh I thought that something terrible had happened. I mean the attack was terrible but I thought somebody might’ve died.” you said sighing in relief.

“No of course not. I mean we are the Avengers.” he says winking at you, “but now that you are back and you did wake me up.” Tony quickly pulls you down onto the bed and you let out a giggle as he started kissing you.

“I want to go see Ben!” you shout.

“He’s asleep right now!” Tony says into your hair, “You can say hi to him in the morning.” you sighed but then started kissing Tony back.


Someone To Lean On

Original request from my babe @gcneral-organa​ -  Hi I’m so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could request a fic? Pietro Maximoff taking care of sick insecure reader? And it’s a little personal but by sick I was hoping you could do like serious-illness-handicapped-chronic-pain-and-not-going-away-anytime soon? If you’re not comfortable with this that’s perfectly okay, I know it’s a weird topic. Pretty please could it end fluffy though? Also could I be put on your tag list if it’s not too much trouble? I love your writing!

A/N: YEs okay, it’s ur friendly neighborhood fic writer coming at you from “It’s Nearly 3am and I Should Be In Bed But I Aint” and ur watching me slowly crumble into the abyss. No, jk. I finally got that last jolt of inspiration I needed to finish this, I’m really sorry about how long it took me to finish. (I honestly wish it were longer but oh well) Thank you so much for the information about chronic pain, I hope you like it!!(Not the pain, the fic, sorry, I’m not always good at words)

Pairing: PietroxReader

Word Count: 926

Warnings: None


Pietro’s voice floats through the hallway and seems to echo in my head, adding to the headache growing behind my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to get up this morning and missed training. Steve or Nat probably sent him to look for me.

“(Y/N), where are you?”

I lay in bed, debating whether or not I should call out and let him know where I am. Just when I decide to let him know, his head appears in my doorway, his expression curious.


“Hey,” He says pushing his way into the room. “Are you okay?” I shake my head, frowning at the twinge of pain the movement produces. “Where does it hurt?”

“Just… everywhere? I don’t know exactly how to explain it.”

“Can you move?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so, no.”

“Would it be alright if I helped you sit up?” I nod and he slowly. He hooks his hands under my arms and gently pulls me up so that I’m sitting up against the headboard of my bed.

“Thank you,” I try to smile at him, but it turns into something closer to a grimace. “What made you come track me down?”

“You never showed up to training today. No one seemed all that concerned, but I was worried, so I figured that I would check up on you to see if you were alright.”

“Thank you, Pietro.”

“It’s no problem, really.” He shakes his head and scratches at the back of his neck. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

“I’m not sure,” I restrain myself from shrugging to avoid further pain. “Could I persuade you to get me some advil?”

“Of course, (Y/N).” He says, his voice gentle. “Is there anything else that might help?”

“Maybe a hot water bottle or one of those fabric rice packs that Steve keeps around? You know, the ones you stick in the microwave for a bit? They always seem to hold heat longer than the water bottles.”

Pietro nods. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I watch as he sprints from the room, leaving some of the papers on the corkboard on my wall swaying in the breeze.

As soon as he’s gone, he’s back again, holding a glass of water in one hand and a couple of gel capsules in the other. He helps me sit up enough to take the pain medication and sits on the bed next to me, gently running his hands through my hair.

“The rice pack is in the microwave and I’ll put the water bottle in as soon as it’s done.”

“Thank you, Pietro.” I smile at him genuinely. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“And yet, here I am, the kindest man in the building, taking care of you when you need it.” He jokingly flips his hair out of his face, earning a quiet laugh from me. He turns his soft smile on me, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. “There is no need to thank me, (Y/N). You needed help and I’m just doing what’s right.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that we’re dating?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

He gasps dramatically, one hand lifted to his chest.

“The very thought that I would ever take care of you just because I feel that there is a romantic obligation is ridiculous.”

I roll my eyes, a smile sneaking onto my face. “Okay, you’ve made your point.”

“Good,” he kisses my forehead before brushing away a few stray strands of hair. “You’re not a burden, (Y/N). You have a chronic illness. You can’t control it and you deserve to have someone taking care of you.” He tilts his head to the side, hearing something that my own ears can’t pick up on. “That should be the rice pack. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He speeds off again and is back within seconds holding the pack of rice all wrapped up in a dish towel.

“Where do you want me to place it?”

“I… My back actually hurts a lot. Would you mind sitting behind me to keep it in place?”

Once again his expression softens and he nods.

He carefully shifts my body so he can sit behind me on my bed. With my body positioned between his legs, he places the rice pack on his chest and helps me lay back on him so that my spine aligns with the pack. He then reaches around me and pulls up the blankets to cover the two of us.

“Is this alright?”

I nod. “This is perfect, thank you.”

“It’s not a problem, printsessa.” He says quietly and presses a soft kiss into my hair.

“Still,” I let my head fall back so that my forehead is pressed to the side of his neck. “I appreciate it a lot.”

“I’m glad that I could be a help to you.” He rests his cheek against the top of my head and I feel him smile. “It’s not often something that I have the opportunity to do.”

I feel my eyelids growing heavy, which is a relief considering the pain still has yet to subside at all. “You like me in the role of damsel in distress do you?”

“Not all the time, but occasionally, yes.”

“Well then I’m glad I have you around,” I smile at the image of Pietro sat on a horse in a full suit of armor. “My knight in shining armor.”

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Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2204

A/N: wow i literally started writing this a month ago and now I finally decided to finish itttt. Anyways it’s not the best but hope ya like it!

Summary: You go to take an exam, once it’s over Jungkook has a surprise for you back at the house. (I’m actual trash at summary’s please don’t judge me i know it sucks I’m tired)

An obnoxiously loud noise rings through your ears at the ungodly hour of 5 am, followed by an annoyed grunt from the figure next to you. Your eyes still shut, you raise your arm weakly to shut off the alarm clock next to your face. Immediately, you remove yourself from the warmth of the bed, and a cold frigid air swirls around you. Without realizing, you had actually removed the whole blanket from the bed, revealing a shivering Jungkook who reaches out groggily to grab the blanket and pull it back over his tired body.

“Y/N…. What’s going on… Why are you up?” The sleepy boy asks.

“I have my exam remember?” You reply in a quiet voice.

“You do realize that’s at 9 am right?”

“I know, I just wanted to get some more studying in.” You plop down in your desk chair and grab a pencil from the pencil holder on your desk.

“You’ve been studying all night… You only got like 3 hours of sleep. It would be better to be well rested so you can think properly.” He props his hand under his head to look at you better, gazing at you with half shut eyes.

You turn in your chair to face him and look down.

“I guess… I did study a lot.”

“Come on, you deserve it.” Jungkook removes his hand from under his head, making it fall gently to his pillow. He lifts up the blanket and pats the spot you were sleeping peacefully in just moments before. It was incredibly tempting to jump in there and cuddle up to your boyfriend, and you did spend the whole night studying so you should probably go back to sleep.

“Okay…” You finally give in and get up to join Jungkook in bed. He smiles tiredly and places the warm blanket overtop of you.

“Just so you know, you’re gonna have to deal with my alarm going off again.” You warn him, since you’re obviously going to have to set your alarm so that you wake up in time for your exam.

“I know… I just want to cuddle longer.” He wraps his strong arms around your weak body, pulling you towards him. You both soon fall fast asleep because of the exhausted state that the two of you are in.

Your peaceful sleep gets interrupted once again by the loud noise coming from your phone at 8:00 am. You get up slowly and shut off the annoying alarm. Jungkook comes walking into the room when he hears that you are awake.

“I made you some breakfast since you shouldn’t take your exam on an empty stomach.”

You look at him adoringly, how did you end up with him?

“One sec, let me get dressed first.” You reply, rummaging through your closet to find something to wear. After searching, you just decide to wear leggings and a hoodie. When you walk out of the bedroom, you find Jungkook sitting on the couch, two plates in hand as he turns on the tv. You rush over and sit next to him, taking the plate in his right hand. Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast lay on the dish in front you. You’re starving so you gladly take a big bite and smile at him.

“You know you didn’t have to make all this, I could of just had cereal or something.“

He finishes chewing on his toast before replying, “I know but, you studied like crazy so you deserve it.”

“Thank you.” You give him a small peck on the cheek, still worn out from the lack of sleep. He blushes slightly at your sign of affection. Even though it’s been a while since you had started dating, you both feel butterflies and get nervous around each other at moments.

Munching on your breakfast, you turn your head towards the tv to watch the sitcom that is currently playing. After a moment, you feel as if you are being watched. You turn your head to find Jungkook gazing at you with innocent eyes, mesmerized by your figure.

“Kookie? Do I have eggs on my face or something?” You ask, clearly unaware of why he’s staring at you like that.

His head twitches faintly as he comes out of his trance, “No, you’re just pretty.” He says in a small voice, becoming shy since you noticed him.

“I’m wearing a hoodie.” You stated.

“Indeed you are, that doesn’t change anything.”

You cover your pink face with your hands, “Kookie~”

He bunny smiles and takes your hands off of your face, “No no, don’t do that. I wanna see you.”

Your flushed face is revealed as he moves your hands from it, a coy smile plastered on your lips.

He chuckles before planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take another bite of eggs before taking a glance at the clock. 8:45am, your exam starts at 9 and it takes you 10 minutes to get there. You grab Kookie’s hand and shoot up from the couch, bringing him with you.

“Whoa whoa whoa, everything alright?” Jungkook asks, a worried tone in his voice.

Your finger quickly points at the clock, which makes his eyes widen.

“Shi-” His reply is cut off by you violently pulling on his arm to drag him to the door.

You throw Jungkook his shoe and his coat while trying to put on yours at the same time.

“Hurry hurry hurry!” You exclaim, grabbing the keys to your car.

Kookie moves as quick as a bunny and runs out the door at lightning speed, you in pursuit not far behind him. He opens the car door in a swift motion, you doing the same milliseconds after. Once you shut your door he pushes on the gas without hesitation, dashing out of the driveway. Luckily there was little to no red lights that you had to stop at, so you arrived with 5 minutes to spare.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you pull up to the building where the exam is taking place.

“You better dasi run run run.” Jungkook jokes while shooting finger guns, chuckling way more than he should be at his own pun. You try your hardest not to laugh at his stupid pun, but a small grin appears on your face before you sprint into the building.

After an excruciatingly long 2 hours, your exam is finally finished. You feel pretty confident with your mark, since you started studying one month in advance. You walk out to find your car parked in the same spot, Jungkook passed out in the front seat. You go to open the car door only to realize it’s locked. The tired boy jolts awake when you knock on the window softly. He was a very light sleeper after all. He looks at you with a flustered expression, confused about what decade it is. Once he finally gets out of the perplexed state caused by his nap, he quickly flicks the lock of the car to unlock it. You open the door and collapse into the seat.

“Sorry, I went home for a bit then came to pick you up but I was so tired that I fell asleep.” He apologizes while starting the car.

“It’s okay Kookie, you don’t need to apologize.” You reassured with a soft voice, closing your eyes. You didn’t understand that boy sometimes. He always apologizes for the smallest things, which was absolutely adorable nonetheless. It was one of the things you loved about him, along with him always asking if he can kiss you on the lips.

The ride home was in comfortable silence. Jungkook let you rest peacefully as he drove, the sound of him humming subconsciously putting you to sleep.

Your eyes flutter open to Jungkook poking your shoulder gently.

“Oh hi, um, you looked so peaceful but I had to wake you so we could go inside.”

You give a sleepy smile and rub your eyes.

“Want me to grab your bag?” He asks, already reaching for the pale blue backpack in the backseat of the small car.

“Yes please…” You reply in quiet voice, your voice slightly higher than usual. Kookie internally melts at how cute you sound before he grabs your bag and brings it inside. You follow slowly behind him, exhausted from the exam. Jungkook is waiting at the front door for you, so you try to walk at a quicker pace. You reach him and he gives a big smile.

“I have something for you.”

You lift your eyebrow in curiosity and he turns the doorknob.

The house is dimly lit with fairy lights displayed all around the living room. You walk in more to find blankets piled neatly on the long couch with an animated movie paused on the tv. You and Jungkook both still enjoyed watching animations, even though society would consider you ‘too old’ for them.

“What’s all this?” You ask, turning around to face Jungkook.

“It’s for you.” He replied simply, closing the front door. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around you in a back hug. You smile tiredly as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you like it?” He lifts his head to look up at the side profile of your face, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“I do.” You giggle.

He pecks your cheek softly and buries his blushing face in your shoulder. You take his hand in yours and walk over to the couch. He sits on it and you join him, flopping onto it. You were still exhausted but you obviously weren’t going to give up this chance to just relax with your boyfriend. Kookie grasps the remote controller before abruptly letting go.

“Oo wait! Popcorn!” He stands up from his seat and runs over to the cabinet that keeps the popcorn. He quickly opens the microwave and places the bag carefully in it. The room is filled with muffled popping noises as you wait for the food. Jungkook taps his fingers impatiently on the kitchen counter before the microwave beeps to signal that it’s done. He opens the small door and pours the buttery substance into a large bowl. He holds it in both hands and brings it over to you.

You take a generous amount of popcorn and stuff it in your mouth, you haven’t eaten anything since the morning so you were starving.

“Whoa slow down!” Jungkook laughs, “Did you eat anything after breakfast today???”

You pout slightly and shake your head.

Jungkook clutches his chest dramatically before rushing over to the kitchen and pulling the cabinets open in swift motions.

“Kookie? What are yo-”

“Jesus Christ woman you gotta eat oh my god.” He starts frantically grabbing bread from the cabinet and placing it on a plate.

“Jungkook I’m fine, I can just eat the popcor-” You start to stand so you can drag him back over to the couch.

“Not on my watch, sit down.” He replies in a playful sassy tone and puts his hand on his hip.



“Alright alright” You chuckle and put your hands up to signal surrender. You sit back down on the couch.

Jungkook giggles while placing some ham on the bread, followed by a slice of cheese, and some mayonnaise. He delicately places a second slice of bread on top. Balancing the plate on his hand, he walks over to the couch and places it on your lap.

“Bon Appetite, Mademoiselle” He says in an over exaggerated French accent.

You giggle and take a bite of the sandwich, which is surprisingly tasty considering that you’re starving. In mere minutes you finish the entire sandwich and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You turn your head to find Jungkook with his jaw slack.

“H-how did you- Damn. He stutters with a baffled expression.

“I was hungry.” You chuckle in response.

“I can tell.” Jungkook laughed, still bewildered by your action, “You still want the popcorn?” He added jokingly, nudging your arm with his elbow.

You roll you your eyes playfully and grab the remote off from the couch.

“Alright enough jokes can we watch the movie now?”

Jungkook nods and you press play.

You start to awaken from your slumber as a gentle finger traced your face tenderly. Your brain was awakening, but you left your eyes closed. When you finally gained consciousness, you could hear a faint humming in your ear. Still not fully understanding what is happening, your eyes flutter open in curiosity. Before you, Jungkook lay gazing at you adoringly, with one arm around your waist pulling you close, and the other held up to caress your face.

“Kookie?” You ask, a tired tone in your voice.

Jungkook giggles at your perplexed state, revealing his bunny teeth in the process, “Yes?”

“Thank you.” You whisper.

Jungkook pecks your nose softly, “You’re welcome love.”

Salvation // Lee Taeyong

- pt. 3 of Truth

words: 1260

category: drabble

warnings: brief mentions of torture + biting

author note: i was doing research for this and i found out that vampire’s are actually rlly creepy. and they actually can breathe, they just don’t really need to as often, so i edited the last two drabbles a bit. anyway enjoy this new installment and tell me what you want to happen next!

- destinee

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I’ll Wait For You // Jaebum

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary//Request: You find out your boyfriend has been cheating on you, and Jaebum, who has always had a massive crush on you, helps you get your revenge on him.

Authors note: Just a little heads up that (Y/B/N) stands for Your Boyfriend’s Name. Enjoy!

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