okay i think i need to go to bed now

nightmare starters part 2

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“Will you please tell me what they’re about?! How do you expect me to help if you don’t tell me?!”
“You should go and see someone about those nightmares. They’re only getting worse, aren’t they?”
“Can we sleep with the lights on?”
“I haven’t slept peacefully in weeks.”
“I can’t tell you my nightmare this time… It’s too bad, I don’t want to have to say it out loud.”
“Can I sleep in your room? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep in my own bed.”
“I’m sorry for waking you… I had a really bad nightmare.”
“I can’t stop thinking about that weird dream I had weeks ago. It’s like it’s haunting me.”
“You look exhausted. Bad night?”
“Calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. It’s over now.”
“You’re overreacting. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. No need to get all weird about it.”
“Are you still thinking about that nightmare? I’m sure it didn’t mean anything, okay? We’re not in a horror movie.”
“You should go to the doctor. These nightmares are making you miss sleep and you’re always exhausted. Get help.”
“How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.”
“I think I’d feel less tired if I didn’t sleep at all anymore. These nightmares are killing me.”
“I thought you didn’t get them anymore.”
“I guess it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed…”
“When will you finally tell me what they’re about?”
“Wow, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?”
“Oh my god, that was horrible… that was so horrible…”
“How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? It can be like a sleepover. I’m sure you’ll feel good enough and the nightmares will stay away!”
“I can’t breathe! It was real, it was!”
“Have you tried writing them down? They might go away if you do…”
“Have you any idea how worried I am? Please tell me what’s up with you or I can’t help! You look exhausted!”
“Please leave the light on.”
“Have you any idea what’s causing these nightmares?”
“I don’t think you understand how exhausting it is to not have had a good night’s rest in weeks.”

#41 “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

The title pretty much sums everything up. Also I kinda suck at summarizing this kind of stuff. 

Word count: 1720

Author: @chrixa

Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this with Peter Parker! I’m sorry if it took some time writing this, my brain got jammed for a while. Hope you like it! 

PS: Also thank you to my bae @stvrktony who helped me write this. x


You were relaxing in your bed in your spacious room in Stark Tower, Dad really overdid himself in making your room comfortable, reading a rather good book and just enjoying your evening. Sipping into the hot chocolate that Nat made earlier (she makes the best hot chocolates, mind you), you sigh in contentment. You had a great and peaceful day, as peaceful as a Stark can get though, but still, it was rare to have days like this. 

“Ms. Stark, your father says dinner is ready,” FRIDAY’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you willed yourself to get out of bed. 

“Right, thanks, FRIDAY.”

“Anytime, Miss.” And with that you got down to the dining room where everyone is gathered round. You sat on your usual seat which is between Dad and Wanda and received a couple of ‘hey’s and smiles, which you returned gratefully. 

“Anything exciting today?” Your dad asked you as he hands you your plate. 

“Besides Nat’s hot chocolate? Nah, don’t think so,” you shrugged. 

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Marichat Day 29: The Argument

“I’m not talking about this anymore, Chat,” Marinette grumbled, scooting back in her bed and opening her laptop.

Chat Noir stopped his pacing to stare back at her. “We’ve hardly talked at all!”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with you. We’re friends so I wanted you to know, but that’s as far as it goes.”

“Who is he?”

“That’s not important.”

“Not important?! Excuse me, Princess, but contrary to your belief, the identity of whatever bastard knocked you up is actually very important to me!”

Marinette flinched. “It was a one-time thing, a mistake.” She unconsciously cupped her still flat stomach. “Look, I appreciate that you care, but I’m going to be okay, really.”

“A-are you keeping it?”

“Yes,” she replied immediately. “My job has a great maternity package and Papa and Maman have already offered to help me. They’re begging me to move back in with them, but I don’t think I could do it. I like my apartment.” She glanced around the room. “I guess I’ll need to figure out a place to make a nursery though.”

Chat Noir slumped down on the edge of the bed. “How are you so calm about this?”

“I’m only calm right now. Believe me, you’ve missed quite a few freak outs over the past couple of weeks.” She gave a little chuckle. 

“Why was it a mistake?” he asked quietly.

“What?”

“The guy…the one who did this to you, why was it a mistake?”

“Oh,” Marinette looked down at her lap. “Uh, he’s an old friend. A mutual friend had a party last month to celebrate her new job and everyone was drinking and it had been a rough week so I was drinking a bit more than usual.” She sighed. “Adrien was there and I’ve always liked him and one thing led to another and, well…” She shrugged with a sad smile.

“But you’re going to tell him.”

“I don’t think so,” she said with a shake of her head. “He’s got this crazy, important life and he’s kind of famous and…and it isn’t like we’re dating, you know?”

“That’s bullshit,” Chat Noir growled.

Marinette blinked wide eyes at him. “Excuse me?”

“You have to tell him, Marinette. That’s his baby too. He would want to know. He would…he would want to be with you,” he finished, his voice cracking.

“Chat?”

“You can’t just keep this a secret! This isn’t fair. I’ve been in love with you for years and then for it to happen like this…” A fine tremble ran up his spine. He suddenly turned, pushing her computer out of her lap and burying his face against her stomach. “I’m so sorry, Marinette. I’m so, so sorry,” he cried. “Please forgive me, please, please, please…”

Marinette’s hands fluttered above his head, unsure of what to do. Had he just confessed to loving her? “Chat? Chat! Kitty, please look at me.” 

He blinked up at her, tears spilling down his mask. “Marry me,” he begged. “Please.”

“What?! Chat, please just–”

“Damn it,” he swore, shaking his head. “I’ve made such a mess of this. Plagg, claws in.”

peter: hey you look great today mj, are you wearing up dog?

mj: what

peter: haha – wait. no, wait – can you elaborate

mj: elaborate on what

peter: what are you saying ‘what’ to? did you not hear what i said, like do you need me to repeat what i said

mj: no i heard most of it, i just wanna know what you think i’m wearing

peter: oh okay so you mean you wanna know what’s up dog?

peter:

peter: fuck

mj: foiled again dipshit

Smut Week Ficlet Series: Concern (Reader x Jungkook)

Summary: Concern for Jungkook’s health has you making sure he’s healthy and ready for his trip away. After all, that’s what good girlfriends do, right?

Rated: M

Word Count: 1215

Note: Day 4 of smut week!

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Originally posted by sugutie


You never thought you’d admire someone’s back muscles as much as you did right then.

The skin on Jungkook’s back looked smooth and tempting; you can almost feel how warm it would be if you ran your fingers along its dips and planes. You imagined that if you traced along the space between his shoulder blades with the tip of your nose, the smell of his skin would make your head spin.

Despite the hard muscles beneath, you imagine that his skin would feel silky against your lips, inviting you to trail soft kisses along the lines of his back.

You snap your book shut and flop over on your stomach, your feet kicking against the headboard. A wide grin crosses your face as you prop your elbows up on the bed and rest your head in your hands.

Your imagination could run as wild as it wanted to but it would never compare to the real thing.

“What’s that look on your face for?” Jungkook asks, emerging from his cupboard with an arm full of clothes.

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22- “choose me”
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“mumma!” your three year old daughter, olivia, ran towards you. her little feet making the smallest sounds on the hardwood. you picked her up once she reached you legs, making her “grabby hands” at you.

“when is daddy coming back?” she asked, playing with the plush bear she was holding in her hands. it was her absolute favourite toy, she almost never put it down.

“soon baby, he’ll be home soon.” you sighed, glancing at the stove clock a few feet away.

“soon is a long time.”

shawn, your husband, has been extremely busy in the studio for the past month and a half. he’s been coming home late almost every night and needless to say, you and olivia were getting sick of it.

you felt bad for the three year old in your arms, she loved her father so much. she looked up to him, yet he’s never here for her. and when he is home, it’s too late and she’s already asleep or he’s taking a nap because he was working all night.

olivia cuddled herself closer to you, if that was even possible. a small yawn escaping her lips.

“i think it’s time for bed,” you said, making you way up the stairs with her. “it’s getting late.”

thankfully, she was already wearing her princess pyjamas so you didn’t have to go through the hassle of changing her.

“no!” she tiredly protested as you laid her in her small bed. “i want daddy to come.”

tears started to pool in her hazel eyes, they were exactly like her dad’s. it broke your heart to see her like this, crying over her father. he should be here for her, especially at times like these.

she started to cry into your chest as you rubbed her small back soothingly.

“i know babygirl, i want him here too. but for now you have me, maybe daddy will be here tomorrow night.”

you knew he wasn’t going to be on time tomorrow, at this point you weren’t sure you were going to be here tomorrow.

“you say that every night.” she sniffled. “i want daddy.”

you continued to comfort her as she cried, knowing there was absolutely nothing you could do about this. you missed shawn just as much as she did, but you needed to be strong for your daughter.

eventually she fell asleep, you hated that she basically cried herself to sleep over her father. you were now laying on the couch in the living room, flipping through endless channels on the tv while waiting for shawn.

you weren’t sure why you stayed up waiting for him, at this point it was pointless. but you wanted to spend time with your husband just as much as olivia wanted to spend time with her father.

at about 1am shawn arrived home. by then you had covered yourself in a few blankets and you were half asleep.

“y/n?” shawn whispered, noticing the light coming from the tv in the living room. “what are you still doing up?”

“waiting for you i guess, although i don’t see a point in it anymore. you come home late every day anyways.”

you were both tired, but you knew you were about to breakout into another argument. you kept all your feelings bottled up for so long, he needed to know how you and olivia felt.

“what do you want me to say? it’s my job y/n.” he rolled his eyes. “you know, the thing that lets us have food on the table every night.”!

“i understand shawn, but every single night you come home hours after you’re supposed to! you have a family here, or did you forget about us already?”

you closed your eyes, wanting to escape from this. wanting to go back to before shawn started writing another album, when he actually cared about his family at home.

“of course i didn’t forget, but y/n you know this is my job! i have to write, i have to be away a lot. none of this is new to you.”

“i’m just tired shawn, tired of all this. tired of being the second option all the time.”

he ran his hand through his hair, taking a seat on the opposite chair from you.

“you’re not the second choice y/n and you know it.”

“really?” you asked, sitting up and finally looking him in the eye. “you missed olivia’s birthday party and two of her dance shows, and who was there for her those nights when she cried and cried and cried? definitely not you. you say i’m not second choice, make me believe it.”

“i don’t know what you want me to do! i can’t quit.”

“choose me, shawn.” you finally said, barely audible. “choose me, choose olivia, choose your family over the job for once! olivia cried herself to sleep tonight because she missed you so much, she always asks me when you’re coming home and i’m sick of lying to her.”

tears started to form in your eyes as you played with the wedding band on your left finger. you began to wonder if i was worth staying in this relationship, i mean, you were alone half the time anyways.

the only sound audible in the top was your occasional sniffles, both of you lost in your own thoughts. but your little girl’s footsteps coming down the stairs interrupted you from thinking about the worst.

“mumma? why are you yelling.” she asked, tiredly rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. “is daddy home?” she yawned.

you picked the half asleep toddler up, sitting her on your lap. “yeah he’s home, do you want him to bring you to bed?”

she shook her head, “no i’m mad at daddy.”

you sighed, “okay. i’ll be up in a minute.”

she slid off your lap, making her way back to her room. you let her go, knowing you would be up in a minute.

“i think maybe,” you sighed, sliding the ring off your finger and placing it on the table. “i think we both need some time for now, and you can give this back to me when you get your priorities straight. we can talk about this later, after i put her back to sleep again.”

and with that, you made your way upstairs to tend to your daughter. leaving shawn by himself with your wedding ring, you weren’t sure if you were going to ever put that thing back in your finger.

Baby

Originally posted by daehyunny

Waking up in the middle of the night to find your bed empty was not a new occurrence for you. There were many nights where you went to bed, Yongguk by your side, only to find him missing a few hours later. This was a sort of compromise for the two of you. So long as he was by your side when you went to bed and you woke up to his presence in the mornings, he was free to do as he pleased whenever he couldn’t sleep. You knew that when you moved in together he’d spend more time in the spare room he’d converted into a makeshift studio than he would in your bedroom and you promised him that you would be alright with that.

So long as he promised that he would take better care of himself and of his health.

But Yongguk, as much as he was a man of his word, had a bad habit of overworking himself. He was his own worst critic, his harshest judge, and he couldn’t sleep until every little thing was perfect. The group had been doing fine before the lawsuit, they’d been gaining popularity steadily and had a rapidly growing fan base. They’d even won their first number one.

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Being Damian’s Only Girlfriend

- Damian Wayne, despite being his fathers son, only had one girlfriend for his entire life.

- If anyone thinks he’d go into a relationship thinking it would end, they are wrong.

- You two met at Gotham Academy and you accused him of being Robin on the second day of term

- You made sure no one was around, but to you it was was just too obvious.

- The fact you figured it out and ended up catching him on a roof that same night, after he’d denied everything, made him respect you.

- It also meant he had to keep a close eye on you, make sure you didn’t tell anyone.

- Since he was hanging around you, you decided to actually befriend him.

- “Hey bestie.” you’d say loudly whenever you saw him.

- It had taken him a while to understand what you were doing.

- “She’s saying your her best friend.” Jon explained to him on one of their missions. Damian had been talking about you non stop. It seemed like he was both infuriated and in awe of you. Ranting with emotion instead of complaining and being cold.

- “But we barely know each other and it’s so annoying. The way she smiles when she see’s me. People shouldn’t smile at me, they should fear me.”

- “You are the night!” Jon mocked and Damian punched him. “She’s probably just saying it because she’s going to be your best friend, and because she knows it confuses you. Fight fire with fire.”

- So that’s what Damian did.

- “Hello, best friend.” he tried. It sounded so formal when he said.

- You had laughed “Knew you’d come around.”

- Soon you both started sitting together and actually talking. Actually becoming really close friends.

- You always partnered up and would often study together.

- Whenever you went to Wayne Manor, Damian always tried to plan it when he thought nobody else would be home.

- Somehow, someone was always there. Almost like Tim hacked Damian’s phone after seeing him smiling.

- Damian Wayne didn’t smile.

- You two had been sitting in the garden when Tim sat down with you.

- “You youngins need any help.” Tim had had the most contact with you, and you knew Damian didn’t like him.

- “'Cos you didn’t sound a thousand there.” you joked

- “Get lost, Drake.”

- “That’s no way to speak to your wonderful older brother.”

- “Wonderful is the last word I’d use to describe someone whose more coffee than human.”

- “Oh! I know why you’re so grouchy. I’m crashing a date, aren’t I! I’ll leave you two love birds to it.” he tried to run away but Damian flung a knife at his ear.

- Tim managed to just duck in time.

- “Damian!” Bruce yelled from the house.

- “My hand slipped!” he shouted back.

- You both knew his entire clan where spying on you.

- That spot in the garden became your guys spot. Whenever it was nice enough to be outside, you guys would be there.

- Damian attempted to teach you how to use a sword, it didn’t go very well.

- He’d liked spending time with you though.

- Instead, it turned out you were really good a throwing knives.

- Like unnaturally good at it.

- Whenever there was someone extremely dangerous on the loose, Damian would come by your house in his Robin gear and drop off a set of throwing knives.

- Knowing he was Robin from the begin was extremely useful for your relationship.

- You often helped cover for him when he had to disappear, or if he was gone for a long time without warning.

- He realised he was falling in love with you, you had been sitting in the sun and day dreaming.

- You guys were supposed to be doing homework, but you’d become bored.

- He had looked over to see you smiling and half asleep.

- Someone just clicked in his head. He wanted to see you like that forever. He wanted to be the reason you looked so at peace.

- When you realised you were falling in love with him was during an accident as Robin.

- You two had been at a school disco together, older kids were using to raise money.

- He was upset about leaving, he’d wanted to test the idea of a relationship with you.

- He’d been acting strange, so you swung by Wayne Manor to wait for him to get back.

- Alfred seemed overly concerned about something but didn’t tell you.

- After it was nearly early morning, you were pacing the kitchen and making cookies.

- “I really advise that you go to sleep.” Alfred tried

- “No, I’m stressed. Too stressed for sleep. When I’m stressed and cook.” you pulled the tray out of the oven.

- “I’m sure Master Damian is fine.”

- “Then why aren’t they back yet? Damian said it would be a relatively easy job.”

- That was when Bruce had come crashing in with Damian in his arms.

- You had waited with the rest of the family, feeling completely numb.

- What if Damian died? What would you do then?

- Thinking about how you might loose him every night suddenly came to smack you in the head. You cared to much about him to loose him.

- You needed to let him know that you liked him.

- “Aren’t you a bit over dressed for three in the morning?” Dick commented.

- “We had been at a school thing…” your voice was quiet and you had made another load of cookies. “I came here because he’d been acting weird and I wanted…I…wanted to talk to him about it.”

- “He’ll be fine.” Dick assured you. Despite being in their lives for years, this was the first time you were fully aware of how dangerous being Robin was.

- Guess you’d been a bit naïve before.

- “Keep making cookies, these are really good.” Tim nodded, stuffing another one into his mouth. Steph smacked him on the back of the head.

- Damian was banned from patrolling for two weeks.

- Instead the two of you spent almost all of your time together. Both awkwardly skirting around the fact you liked each other.

- When Damian found out how worried you’d been, curtesy of Dick, he decided to tell you about his feelings.

- You two sat in a room for an hour and a half, talking through the relationship

- You talked from dealing with Robin stress to life goal and how a relationship would fit with that. Maybe that wasn’t what most seventeen years did when they got together but you didn’t care.

- The family had been eavesdropping the entire time, only stopping when Tim laughed a bit to loud and a knife just missed the top of his head - through the door.

- “You know that’s not how most relationships start right?” Tim said once you left.

- “I don’t plan on having to start another one, so that doesn’t matter.” he had a stupid smile on his face for the next week..

-  He meant it too. He didn’t plan on dating anyone but you.

- Even when you both went to different universities, your relationship plan covered when dates would happen.

- He was doing business and you were studying forensics science and decided to get a degree in art history too.

- Suddenly your schedule seemed busier than his.

- You were still both happy and very much in love with each other.

- Since you were both studying in Gotham, the obvious solution was to move in together.

- You found it hilarious, watching Damian attempt to live without a butler.

- He was a fast learner though.

- The only time there was a hitch in your guys plan, was when you got the chance to study in Paris for a year.

- You both thought long distance wouldn’t be that hard for you, but it was.

- Both of you thought you might end up breaking up, neither of you wanted to though.

- “If it doesn’t work with Y/N, then it’s never going to work.” Damian sulked to Jon.

- “That’s what everyone says about there first long term love.” Jon rolled his eyes.

- “She’s more than that.” Damian scowled

- Damian ended up getting himself extremely injured since he was thinking about you.

- Alfred phoned you and when you found out, you were on the first flight back to Gotham.

- “Y/N.” Damian said, he was on bed rest. “You need to be in Paris,”

- “I need to be here with you.”

- You did go back to Paris, but Damian took a small break to go with you, helping cleaning up the streets of Paris.

- The next hick in your guys plan wasn’t as bad.

- “Damian!” you yelled from the bathroom after throwing up. You had been late and now you were throwing up.

- “Are you okay?” he rushed to your side on the bathroom floor.

- “I think I’m pregnant.”

- “What?” he was panicking. You guys were supposed to get married first.

- “Pregnant.” you said a it slower.

- “As in baby?”

- “As in baby.”

- He was silent for a while.

- “That’s great.”

- “Really?” you asked, unsure on whether he was telling the truth.

- “It just means we’re going to organising a wedding with less time than I thought. The rings hidden in my shoe is you want me to go get it.” he said it so casually that you almost missed the fact he was proposing.

- “Ring?”

- “I was going to propose anyway.”

- “I thought marriage was a little bit later on the timeline?” you teased.

- “So you don’t want to get married?” he frowned.

- “Of course I want to get married, you idiot.”

Happy Birthday to me 🎉🎉Thought I’d share this little mess in celebration. Also, happy birthday to my birthday twin @a-fallen-little-pine-cone 🎉🎉
Under My Protection (Part 2)

 Pairing: Joker X Reader

 Word count: 960

 Part 1


 The whole city has emerged on chaos. And you know exactly who’s causing all this. You’ve met him two weeks ago, in a nightclub. But somehow no harm had come to you. You try your best to avoid the streets after dark, but more than once you had left your job late at night. Yet, you can only see the chaos from a distance. Stores exploding, people being kidnapped, the Bat guy tuning through the streets. At first, you thought it was just lucky, but now you do think Joker is keeping an eye on you.

 All these thoughts won’t let you sleep. This and the police cars rushing up and down your street. It’s pretty annoying, you think. Since the meeting, your thoughts about what’s a crime and what isn’t are blurry. You sit up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and checking your phone. Harley sent twenty-five messages, all about how crazy the city is. At least she’s having fun. When you’re about to answer, you hear a noise coming from your kitchen. It’s probably her… or maybe not. Maybe all the danger finally found its way to you. Grabbing a baseball bat you keep under your bed, you tiptoe through the hall, carefully, trying to hear anything else. When you reach the kitchen, you take a look inside, using the wall to hide your body. Four men with huge guns. They’re not touching anything, they’re not looking for anything, they didn’t even turn on the light. That makes you anxious. What the hell are they doing?

 You should call the police, buy you know they’d never come fast enough. So you try to be smart, walking past the kitchen and heading for the front door when someone grabs your arm. You turn to the aggressor, violently throwing all your strength on the baseball bat to hit him in the head. But he easily holds it with one hand, making you gasp for air, trying to understand what’s going on.

 “Easy, easy. It’s me, my sweet princess.” Joker speaks slow, probably trying not to scare you even more. “Let me guess, those useless assholes scared you.” Now he’s yelling, turning to face his men. He can change from sweet to completely out of control really fast.

 “Well, it was just…”

 “Out! Now! Keep doing your job from outside her apartment.” He interrupts you, anger in his voice and in his eyes. But when the men leave the apartment, he cups your cheek, some kind of worry on his face.

 “So…”

 “You’re safe. You don’t have to worry about anything. This city is your kingdom now. No one is allowed to hurt you and I’m making sure everyone knows it.”

 “Wait.” You need a pause, a moment to think.

 Okay, so the Joker is protecting you. Why? Because he laid eyes on you two weeks ago? And now the city is yours? He is crazier than you thought.

 “My kingdom? I’m sorry, I’m confused.”

 “We’ll have all the time in the world once you come live with me.” J starts looking around, opening the doors until he finds your bedroom. “Go pick up your things.”

 “What? I can’t go. I have a job and…” You mutter as he rolls his eyes, starting to mess with your stuff.

 “Pretty, (Y/N), listen.” Throwing your clothes on the bed, he keeps his eyes locked on yours. “I won’t let my pretty (Y/N) get hurt.”

 “I know since you’ve been protecting me from any harm on this chaotic city.” You start taking your clothes in order to put them back on the wardrobe.

 “You’re coming and that’s final. I want you where I can keep my eyes on you.” Taking the clothes again, he lets them fall to the ground. “Leave it. I’ll buy you new clothes worthy of my sweet (Y/N).”

 “You’re crazy.” You laugh, felling his cold fingers caressing your chin.

 “You talk as if you didn’t like me.”

 “Don’t take it for granted.” You notice the purple jacket his wearing. Caressing the fabric, you realize how much you like his insane smile. “I like this jacket. Makes you look like a gangsta.”

 “Glad you did, but I am a gangsta, pretty (Y/N).” J takes you by the hand, pulling you out of your apartment.

 When you reach the street, a laugh is caught in your throat. There are reporters and cameras, all on you, making questions and introducing you as the new Queen of Gotham. When one of them tries to approach, the Joker’s men start shooting, and soon enough the street is empty.

 “Now the whole world knows that you’re mine, nobody will dare to hurt you. Not even the Bat with a mask.” Guiding you to his expensive car, you gasp he starts driving, too fast to be safe.

 “I can’t believe I’m doing it.” You mutter, a smile slowly coming to your lips. There’s no reason to pretend you won’t grow to like it since you’ve been secretly imagining how it would be like if the Joker ever came to get you. Now that’s real, all you want is to make the best of it.

 The adrenaline takes the best of you, making you excited for whatever is to come. You never imagined yourself in a situation like that, but right now you’d be lying if you say you don’t like it. Couldn’t be better. Enough of those stupid jobs are restaurants, enough of paying extraordinary bills just for living on that small, cold apartment. You want more. You want to have a kingdom only for you.

 “Queen of Gotham?” You question him, smirking.

 “You are royalty now.” J smiles back, the mad smile you absolutely love.

 Royalty. Time to make this city bow down.

so, here’s something I’ve been thinking about for the last couple of days.
I mean, it’s something I think about all of the time,
but lately, it’s like, I’m always late for work, only have ten minutes to get ready, my room is a mess, I only eat junk food, 
and I’m like why? So whenever I try to diagnose the problem, it always comes back to, I just don’t have any time?
And people will agree with you, “Oh I never have any time! I wish there were just more hours in the day, because there just isn’t enough TIME”
and it’s so fun to agree! 
Oh yeah totally, I’m so fucking busy!

but honestly, what am I so busy with?I
Like, I remember leasure. I remember having plenty of time. 
I remember being “bored” but I literally don’t say that anymore,
and have no time ever
because I’m on my phone.

Like, I wake up in the morning and check my phone for like forty five minutes.
before i get out of bed or do anything else, i’m checking my email. reading the emails. checking instagram, checking my feed. Oops, something caught my interest, gotta read this article about statement sleeves, okay time to check twitter. 
THIS TAKES SO LONG, whyyyy do I do it. 
Okay, so then I try to think back to how I used to wake up, before this became a ritual. I would get ready, put on makeup, brush my hair, play music, make coffee. 
Now, I check my phone until it’s like, fifteen minutes before I need to get ready for work, and I just go to work in whatever shirt I slept in, and wear leggings. 
WHAT
but I just think, “Hey, i’m late because I ran out of time.”
then when it’s time to cook, I don’t want to make anything that will take over twenty minutes to prepare because i’m busy
I fall asleep with my makeup on every night because i’m reading through comments on twitter until 1am and my eyes just water themselves shut.

and I think this is like, pretty normal. 
If I just accounted for all of this time on social media, it would probably be like five hours.
Imagine if someone gave you free five hours to add to your day, imagine all of the things you could get done?? Like, imagine. 
I could exercise, buy produce, text back my friends, visit home, learn how to drive stick, do my laundry, 
Imagine!!

but I actually do have those five hours, I just waste them.
There’s so much shit on my to-do list that I’ll never do because it just feels normal to spend three hours in a row on my phone every night before I fall asleep.
It feels good. I’m checking up with friends, reading the news, shopping online, reading gossip, staying informed-
I’m getting cultured every time I go on social media, I can’t miss out on that. 

so the conflict is always this;
I’ve only had a smart phone for a few years. I was pretty late to the game, and honestly did pretty well for myself with just a flip phone.
So it’s really not that hard for me to think back to just a few years ago, and how much more often I was out doing something just because I was ‘curious’ or ‘bored’ and didn’t have anything else to occupy me. I used to meet up with so many more people, and ask my friends to hangout with me and we actually would. I traveled more, was in better shape, and just felt like I was more my authentic self. 

how many other people feel this way. Is this one of those cute millennial complexes where we remember **before iphones** and cannot compute
or is this just how i feel, and another symptom of ‘i hate myself but it’s cute’

so i’m challenging myself to be more conscious of my social media use and ‘wasted’ phone consumption time. 
and! I can’t use my phone if I haven’t completely, both feet on the floor, gotten out of bed. 

Drunk!Alec - You're Really Pretty
  • Alec: (waving his finger) You're ...like...really pretty.
  • Magnus: (taking Alec's drink away from him) And you're really drunk, darling.
  • Alec: (crowding in Magnus's face) Okay, but you're still really pretty.
  • Magnus: Alright Alexander, I think you need to go to bed now.
  • Alec: (smooshes Magnus's face between his hands) ....Pretty.
  • Magnus: (taking Alec's hands off his face) And bed, Alexander.
  • Alec: (excited, trying to wiggle his eyebrows) Oooh...
  • Magnus: (pulling Alec up off the couch) No, darling. You are going to bed.
  • Alec: (pouts)
  • Alec: Do I at least get cuddles?
  • Magnus: (sighing) Yes, Alexander, you get cuddles.
  • Alex: (hugs Magnus) Yeessshh...! (Pulls back for second) Did anyone ever tell you you're really pretty?
  • Magnus: Bed, Alexander!

anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran reacting to MC having a miscarriage (sorry guys :,(

@goddess-of-geeky

~Did somebody order angst with a side of tears? {-this is long i’m sorry-}

(This subject hits a sensitive spot for me so I had to give them all a nice finish.^^ “Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.”)


◉ Yoosung

  • He was at the computer playing LOLOL when you approached him
  • He thought you were going to ask him to get off and eat dinner
    • “Just a few more minutes MC, there’s a rare monster.”
    • “Yoosung, I think somethings wrong…I’m bleeding…”
  • His face went pale and he tossed his headset on the desk
    • The baby?…”
  • You nodded tearfully
  • He placed his hand on your tummy before rushing you to the doctor
  • Yoosung is a mess
  • He’s trying to keep it together for your sake but his hands are shaking
  • When the doctor tells you two the bad news he let’s go and cries
  • You both are just hugging each other
    • “You’re still a very young and healthy couple. There’s plenty of time to try again. Please rest easy for the next day or two.”
  • He’s treating you like a delicate flower
  • Cooks and brings you food in bed and makes sure you eat it all
  • Really he’s just trying to preoccupy his mind because he can’t bare to think about it
  • You ask to take a shower
  • Yoosung passes by the door and hears you sobbing through the running of the water
  • He broke down there in the hallway
  • When you get out he just lays in bed with you and you are both crying and comforting each other until you fall asleep
        • -After-
  • He was nothing but ecstatic when you found out you were expecting again
  • He got a mug made with the sonogram picture on it and uses it at work
  • It’s a boy!
  • He’s not a very good sleeper (the baby)((well Yoosung too lol))
  • Yoosung stays up all night holding him
  • Or rocking him with one arm and playing LOLOL with his free hand

◉ Jumin

  • You hadn’t gotten out of bed all day
  • There was a lot of pain in your back and you just wanted to lay down
  • When Jumin got home from work and saw you were still in bed and hurting
  • He was pissed at his staff
  • No one called him?????
  • He sent for a doctor right away and then just laid with you on the bed
  • Stroked your hair
  • Said everything was going to be okay
  • After examining you he pulled Jumin aside
    • “There’s no heartbeat, Mr. Han…I’m so sorry…”
  • When he walked back into the room with tears in his eyes you knew…
    • “Oh God…Jumin…”
  • You just broke down in sobs
  • He met you on the bed and pulled you into him
  • Let you cry into his shoulder
  • He glanced at the bassinet at the corner of the room
  • He was so elated he bought it the day you announced you were pregnant
  • Jumin buried his emotions about it after that day
  • He stepped away from work completely because you stopped eating
  • He turned his phone off
  • which is very unlike him
  • And doesn’t let anyone visit the penthouse
  • Just devoted himself to caring for you and helping you recover
  • Which helps him recover
        • -After-
  • Nothing could wipe the smile from Jumin’s face when it was confirmed you both were expecting once again
  • Kissed you so hard
  • It’s a girl!
  • Literally so spoiled omg
  • She’s a daddys girl from the start, he soothes her instantly when he picks her up
    • “This was your big sisters bassinet…we miss her so much. But she watches over you now.”
  • Sings lullabies to her omg it’s literally the cutest thing ever
  • You stand outside the door and just listen

◉ Zen

  • You had been throwing up all day
  • But it wasn’t the normal morning sickness you had been feeling
  • There was a lot of pain and you just knew something was wrong
  • Zen came home from rehearsals to find you on the bathroom floor
  • He immediately freaked out
    • “BABE! Why didn’t you call me?! What’s going on?!”
  • He ran to your side
    • “I think something’s wrong…”
    • “Oh my god…Ok, let’s get you into bed. C-Can you walk?”
    • “I don’t know, I have a lot of pain right now”
  • He picked you up and carried you to the bed
  • His mind was racing, he didn’t know what to do
  • He kissed your forehead
    • “I’ll be right back, okay. Just rest”
  • His hand lingered on your tummy
  • Stepping into the other room he pulled out his phone
  • He could barely dial, his tears were clouding his eyes
    • “Yes, hello?”
    • “Jumin…It’s Zen. I-I need a favor”
  • After explaining what was going on, Jumin didn’t hesitate to agree to send a doctor right away
    • “Please let me know if you need anything else. All of us will have you in our thoughts.”
  • He was a mess waiting
  • Though he tried not to show it
  • He paced around the living room taking deep breaths to calm himself before planting a smile on his face and returning to you, he wanted to be strong for you
    • “The doctor is on the way. I’m going to get you a glass of water and you have to drink it all, okay babe?”
  • It seemed like forever until he arrived
  • You described your symptoms and he took a good look over you
    • “Yes, these things are to be expected with the loss of a pregnancy early on…Make sure she relaxes for a while and call me if you need anything else.”
  • Zen couldn’t find the words to say
  • He felt so powerless in that moment
  • He got so excited when you both found out that he posted a selfie of you two with the pregnancy test
  • He felt this guilt in his chest, maybe if he hadn’t been working so much…
    • “I’m…so sorry, Zen” you cried
    • “Hey hey hey, cut that out,” he wiped your tears, “everything is going to be okay. I’m here with you…”
  • He let the director know he would be taking a few days off and pretty soon word got out to his fans about what happened
  • Gifts, chocolates, flowers, and sympathy cards all came pouring in
  • You got a lot of letters from fans that had also lost babies, and reading them together at night really helped you get through it
  • Jumin sent over a maid and chef to take care of things for a while, and although Zen grumbled about it to you, he was thankful
        • -After-
  • Couldn’t stop himself from shouting to the world that you’re pregnant
  • This time around he did his best to stay home more, as much as you tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary and you were fine
  • It’s a girl!
  • He’s constantly holding her
    • “You’re the most beautiful child to ever grace this planet. You’re not allowed to date until you’re 45. Don’t worry, daddy will protect you from those beastly boys!”

◉ Jaehee

  • It had only been five weeks since you found out the pregnancy took
  • You were feeling kind of odd and excused yourself to the bathroom
  • When you came out, face red and sobbing Jaehee rushed to your side
    • “MC! What’s going on??”
    • “It didn’t stick…we’re losing it…God, I’m so sorry…I don’t know what I did wrong I-”
  • She cut you off and grabbed your face in her hands
    • “Shh…Don’t ever say that,” she was crying too but kissed you, “You.Did.Nothing.Wrong. These things happen. That’s what we knew going into this, right?”
    • Mmhm
  • She wiped your tears
    • “It’s okay. Are you in pain?”
    • “…Not much”
    • “Alright. Well, let’s get you into bed.”
  • She made some tea and you spent the night watching DVDs together in bed snacking
  • She could be sad but keep a level head and positive mind
  • She spent the night reassuring you that it would happen for you both one day
        • -After-
  • Threw a small get-together when it was confirmed that you were expecting
  • All the RFA members were elated
  • It’s a boy!
  • Jaehee is super mom
  • She’s got this babies schedule down to a science
  • She knows how much he’s eating and how much he’s pooping and when and how long he sleeps
  • If there’s every a change in his patterns she freaks and calls the pediatrician lolol

◉ Saeyoung

  • You two were going to your scheduled check-up together
  • It was going to be the first time hearing the heartbeat and you both were elated
  • Saeyoung was dancing around the room as you laid on the table waiting for the doctor to come in
    • “Stop snooping through the cabinets before someone comes in and sees you!”
  • He had stolen a wooden tongue depressor and put it in his mouth
  • And was now grabbing gloves and putting them on too
    • “Excuse me ma’am I’m doctor cotton swab please spread your legs for me I need to inspect you. Stop laughing, that’s very unprofessional. I didn’t go to medical school for this!”
  • The knock on the door interrupted you and he jumped to your side as the doctor walked in
  • Trying to pull the gloves off before he saw
    • “Good evening you two,” he didn’t glance up from his paperwork, “Mrs. Choi, I’m a little concerned about some declining levels I see from your test…”
    • “What does that mean?” Saeyoung had a lump in his throat and he grabbed your hand
  • The smiles had faded from your faces
    • “Let’s just check one thing here before I go any further”
  • He put the gel on your tummy and placed the device on your skin, rolling it around with a furrowed brow
  • It was silent
  • The doctor sighed and removed it from you
  • He started to say some condolences but he didn’t even finish his sentence before you were sobbing
  • Saeyoung leaned down into you, running his hands over you in a soothing manner
  • It was tearing him apart to see you like this
  • On the drive home it was silent except for your crying
  • You noticed him gripping the steering wheel pretty tightly
  • When you got home Saeyoung pushed his own grieving aside, all he wanted was to be there for you
  • Though his usual way of cheering you up was jokes, and he couldn’t bring himself to make any
  • He only let himself cry when you were asleep
        • -After-
  • He was very very protective of you when you told him you were pregnant again
  • If Yoosung breathed too heavy around you he was smacking him
  • It’s twin girls!
  • Dr Cotton Swab™ passed out in the room when he saw two babies wiggling around on the monitor
  • He’s a master diaper changer
  • He keeps a timer by the changing table and is always working to beat his records
  • Falls asleep in the arm chair with them
  • A lot

◉ V

  • You had some intense cramps and V could tell you weren’t feeling well
  • He was pleading with you to take you in and be seen
  • It wasn’t until it hurt so bad that you stumbled (almost passing out) and grabbed onto him that he wouldn’t take no for an answer anymore and had someone drive you both to the hospital
  • It was hard for him to even get the words out to the doctor
    • “I think my wife is…having a miscarriage” his voice wavering
  • He didn’t let go of your hands the whole time the doctor was talking to you
  • He wished so badly that he could see your face
  • When the sound of your soft cries hit him he brushed your hair to the side lovingly and let go of his own sadness welling inside of him
  • V was so gentle with you when you got home
  • You both kissed each other and wiped each others tears away
  • And fell asleep in each others arms
  • The next day you didn’t want to sit still
    • “Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?”
    • “I’m sure. I don’t want to be cooped up right now… Let’s pack some food and go to our spot.”
  • It was a place you both frequented, a beach
  • V couldn’t see the sunset anymore but the sound of the water and the fresh air was therapeutic for both of you
  • You didn’t want to cry anymore and you both just cuddled and sat together quietly
        • -After-
  • Kissed you so many times when you finally told him you were going to have a baby
  • It’s a girl!
  • He was so nervous about being a new dad and being blind but he quickly adjusted
  • Has supersonic hearing, like, if the baby yawns from across the house he freaks out and runs to her
  • Jumin is constantly over playing with the baby and buying her ridiculously frilly outfits that you and V thank him for but stick in the closet never to be seen again

◉ Saeran

  • You were hurting the night before, and he pulled you into bed and held you close, hoping you would just sleep it off and be better in the morning
  • When you woke up you felt a wetness and sat up to reveal blood
  • Saeran freaked out and immediately began inspecting you
    • “Are you hurting bad?? Oh God, MC.”
  • You shook your head no, you weren’t hurting much anymore…
  • And that thought made you break down in sobs
  • You knew what had happened now
    • “Don’t move, I’m calling the doctor”
  • He was frantic and his hands were shaking
  • When he finally got a hold of him on the phone and explained what had happened, he was furious at the nonchalant tone he had
    • “I’m very sorry but there’s nothing we can really do at this point. There’s no reason to bring your wife in at this point. You just have to let these things run their course and call me if she starts to feel her pain worsening.”
  • He almost threw his phone against the wall and shattered it
  • That’s what he wanted to do
  • But you were more important than his anger right now
  • He found you back in the bedroom trying to clean the sheets while crying
    • “Stop stop stop…I’ll take care of that. Let’s get you cleaned up…”
  • He kissed your head and drew a bath for you
  • Letting you soak while he worked in the bedroom
  • The sound of your crying was like a knife in his heart and he allowed himself to silently sob while he cleaned up everything
  • You both were a melancholy mess and couldn’t even bring yourself to tell anyone
  • You spent the whole rest of the day and night laying with each other, both of your hands rubbing your stomach together
        • -After-
  • He still couldn’t fight that feeling in his chest when you said you were pregnant again
  • He felt at any moment it would be taken from him again
  • It wasn’t until he felt that first kick that he cried and kissed your tummy with joy
  • It’s a boy!
  • He won’t let the baby sleep in the bassinet you bought, he sleeps with the baby always
  • Loves when he has the baby and you both snuggled up with him, you both are his whole world
  • Secretly has the picture of that first ultra-sound still in his wallet, and looks at it often, wondering what it would be like to have both of his children alive in that moment
  • Makes Saeyoung use gobs of hand sanitizer before he comes near your child
We're all a little broken

Person A wakes up screaming from a nightmare, they thought they moved past this, and they had just started dating person b, they weren’t planning on showing them this side right away, the damaged pathetic side they don’t think anyone could love, so they get up to leave the bed, only to hear person b,

Person b-“hey where are you going, is everything okay? ” sits up to see person a crying

Person a-“I’m, I’m leaving, I can’t do this, it was a mistake thinking I could, I have to go”

Person b-“why, what happened? Talk to me, I’ll be there for you”

Person a- “it’s best if you didn’t, I’ll only end up hurting you, I’m broken person b, I’m broken and I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay, it’s not fair to you to put you…..” interrupted by a hug

Person b-“we’re all a little broken, we just need someone to help pick up the pieces,” wipes away person a’s tears “and if you think for one second I’m letting you leave, you’re completely wrong, everyone is broken, I love, I love you and I’m not letting you go, now come back to bed, I’ll hold you in my arms and if it happens again, just tell me”

Person a shocked and crying again -“what did I do to deserve you?”

Person b-“you’re you, I love every part of you, the good and the not so good”

The two lay in bed, together, and person a sleeps through the rest of the night.

A Way to You Again: Part 7

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Panic Attacks

Word Count:  1350

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. 

DRAMA!

I always love hearing from you guys <3.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Originally posted by sansqstark

The next few minutes were a blur of me screaming expletives shrilly at Steve. “STEVEN FUCKING GRANT ROGERS – YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled as I punched him in the arm.

“Hey! We could wreck! Maybe take it out on me later?” he asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked – trying to keep my voice level and failing miserably.

He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Look – I’ve known Buck for a long time. He’s miserable without you, but he thinks you’re better off without him. He was driving himself crazy about it but refused to even listen to Tony when he said he knew where you were. He’s stubborn – there’s just no way around it,” he explained defensively – keeping an eye on me to make sure no further punches were in his immediate future.

“So… so he has no idea I’m coming?” I asked nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“No,” Steve responded matter-of-factly. “But I can assure you he will be relieved when he sees you,” he added.

“Steve, pull over for a second,” I choked out as pure panic gripped me.

“Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t drive!” he whined.

“Pull over!” I yelled. The urgency in my voice finally prompted him to oblige. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and ran into the nearby field where I promptly fell to my knees and vomited. I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand as I rose unsteadily to my feet. So Bucky didn’t initiate this. He hadn’t even tried. His best friend was fighting for me and he wasn’t even trying. As I trudged back to the car I wished that I had never agreed to come back. I was better off alone.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked quietly as I climbed back into my seat and closed the door behind me.

“Why didn’t you tell me Steve?” I asked as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

He was quiet for a moment before he turned to me. “Because I knew you would never come back if I told you. What kind of friend would I be to either of you if I sat by idly and let you both ruin this?” When I looked into his eyes I knew that he meant it. He wanted so desperately for things to be fixed, but for some reason I doubted it would ever happen. I smiled at him weakly as he pulled the car back onto the interstate. The sudden feeling of panic had completely drained my energy. I resolved myself to finally lay my head back down on my makeshift pillow and close my eyes wearily. Within minutes I had fallen fast asleep.


“Y/N,” Steve whispered as he shook me softly. I grunted in reply. Why was he being so persistent in trying to wake me up? I just wanted to sleep a little longer.

“Go away,” I muttered grumpily as I tried to shoo his hands away from my arm.

“We’re here,” he finally said out of exasperation. This caused me to wake fully with a start.

“Oh,” I muttered nervously as I looked around the parking garage of Stark Tower. Bucky’s motorcycle was parked two spaces down – my heart almost jumped through my chest when I saw it.

“I’ll get your bags,” Steve responded as I exited the car.

The elevator ride was mostly quiet. Even after the nearly four-hour nap I had taken on the way to the tower I was exhausted. More than anything I wanted to escape to my room, take a long hot shower, and rest. The idea of seeing Bucky after the long drive was exhausting within itself. As the elevator doors opened we were greeted with laughter from the common room.

“Yo! Y/N!” Sam yelled from the couch – waving at me. “How was your vacation?” I smiled warmly at him and saw Tony turn to face me from one of the many chairs in the room. He offered me a small wink of hello. He had kept up the façade for me, god bless him, no one but those involved knew.

“It was great Sam, thanks,” I managed to respond back quietly.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky called to Sam as he walked out of the kitchen – Natasha following closely behind. Sam didn’t have time to respond before Bucky’s eyes found me – the plate of food he had been carrying fell to the floor and shattered.

“Hi Buck,” I responded quietly, averting my eyes from him.

“Dude, what the fuck? You need help carrying your food around, grandpa?” Sam chastised as Bucky scrambled to the floor to carefully pick up the shards of glass and food that now littered it. It gave me an easy out.

“Well the drive was exhausting so I’m… erm… gonna head to my room to rest for awhile. I’ll be up in a few hours,” I muttered as I turned on my heel and fled towards the hallway that led to our rooms.

“Don’t forget – team dinner and meeting at seven!” Tony called casually behind me. I sighed as I neared my door— It wasn’t going to be easy to hideout in my room after all.


“Are you okay?” Steve whispered as he closed the door to my room behind him.

“Um.. yeah… I think so,” I responded lamely as I shifted uneasily. The sight of Nat being so close to Bucky made me want to scream.  “I think I’m just going to take a shower and sleep for a few more hours. I feel exhausted,” I muttered.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure you’re up for the meeting.” Steve smiled warmly at me as he opened the door.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Will you lock the door before you close it, please?” He smiled sadly before turning the lock and closing the door behind him.

I sighed shakily as I sat on the corner of my bed. The last night I had spent in this room had been with Bucky and things had been so perfect. Now everything was all twisted up, and I didn’t know if there was a way to fix it. I pushed off the bed and headed to the shower – determined that it was exactly what I needed.


“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” I could hear Steve’s raised voice through the wall. Dinner was less than an hour away so I grudgingly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Since Bucky’s room shared a wall with mine it was impossible to not hear the conversation that was unfolding on the other side.

“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky responded gruffly.

“How about you try better than that?” Steve had hidden his anger pretty well for me, but he wasn’t holding back on his friend. It was the maddest I had ever heard him.

“Listen, I was lonely. You know what that’s like, right? She was there, and it was just a casual thing. It happened a few times… I know I shouldn’t have let it, but it did. I knew it was wrong so I ended it.”

“And then you did the same thing to Y/N?” Steve asked incredulously.

“It… No. I know it looks the same, but it isn’t. She’s different. It’s different with her. Well… it was different with her,” he added sadly.

“This is your mess, Buck. You better make it right with her,” Steve added before the slam of Bucky’s door rattled the wall.

There was a gentle knock at my door that caused me to shoot up out of the bed. “Who is it?” I asked nervously.

“It’s me,” Steve’s voice replied softly from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I called as I grabbed a zip up sweater and put it on absentmindedly. I opened the door and could immediately feel the tension rolling off of Steve.

“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah, let’s get to dinner,” he responded as I followed him out of the room.


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BTS REACTION to S/O Having Mommy Kink

requested: yes

 " OMG im so sorry I don’t know if request are still open… but I wanted to see how if you could to do a reaction of BTS reacting to their s/o having a mommy kink…. I’m so sorry if request are not open and I’m bothering you with this “

 Thank you for your request, lovely! Requests ARE open. :)

 Jin 

He would look at you for a second or two, probably not really into the idea. He catches me more of as a vanilla kind of guy. But if you liked it, he would try it just to please you. He wanted you to feel satisfied.

 "Uh.. Sure, baby. I’ll call you Mommy." 

Originally posted by rapdaegu

 Yoongi

He would think it over, not really like the idea. He would frown, rather wanting to hear you call him Daddy, than having to call you Mommy.

 "Can’t you call me Daddy instead?” “Do you really want this?.. Fine. But if I don’t like it, we aren’t doing it again.”

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

 Namjoon

He wouldn’t like it. Simple as that. He’s more of a dominant and would really prefer to be called Daddy. He’s a DADDY. Don’t fight me on this, we all know it’s true. 

 "But, babygirl.. I would rather call you princess as you scream for Daddy.“

Originally posted by bangtanbanchan

 Hoseok

He may not seem like the type to like it but honestly, for some reason, I see him kind of liking it. He would do anything pleasure you, wanting you completely happy and satisfied, like Jin

 "Anything for you, Mommy.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

 Jimin

He would blush as you asked him to call you Mommy, before shyly nodding. He’s a little fluff ball, and he seems to be more on the sub side anyways. He would be the only one to immediately agree without any arguement or thought.

 "Mommy, can you help me now? Your baby boy needs to relieve stress..“

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

 Taehyung 

 He has nothing against calling you Mommy, but I don’t think it’s his favorite thing. He wouldn’t want to call you Mommy each time while in bed. It was more of an occasional kind of thing.

 "Okay, Mommy. But, just so you know, I want to be called Daddy next time." 

Originally posted by kimthwriter

 Jungkook

His eyes would go wide, be prepared for a little bit of a Jungshook moment again. This boy is always so shook I swear. He would want to fulfill your need, although. And I can see him liking it in the end. 

 "Oh, uh.. Sure…. Mommy..?” “Mommy, you treat me so well..”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

 REQUESTS: OPEN!

Nightmares (Stark!Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Word Count: 1553

Summary: Pietro wakes up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, and his first instinct is to head towards the reader’s room.

Warnings: Nightmares 

A/N: AHHH Pietro! I love this so much, sigh. I love Pietro. You all know it. I hope you enjoy this!!


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Valhalla is where you are - Part 4

Imagine: You and Björn are childhood friend who have separated ways when Lagertha left Ragnar. Years later you and Björn reunite and your love for eachother as friends starts to take a turn.

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Words: 2007

Timeline: Situated around S02E05

Request by: Anonymous

Tags: Emotions


Outside it had started to rain. One of Björn’s arms was around your shoulder and with the other he tried to prevent you from becoming soaked wet. “I want to go home.” You said while shivering. You felt your knees become weak. The alcohol, the emotions, the shock, all those things had made you feel dizzy. Björn noticed. “Hold on.” He said and took back his arm. Softly he grunted from the pain in his side. But that didn’t stop him from taking you softly into his arms. Your feet came off the ground and you hung in Björn’s arms as he walked to your house. In the distance the thunder had started to growl. It felt as if the earth was shacking with every rumble that came from the sky. An enormous lightning strike made the air bright blue. “The gods will protect you.” Björn whispered into your ear. Softly you hummed, closed your eyes and turned your head towards him. “I will protect you.” Gently he kissed the top of your wet hair as he fastened his pace towards your house.
Inside the warmth came towards the both of you. Björn walked to one of the comfortable chairs and gently laid you down. “Are you okay?” he asked, still whispering. “I’ve felt better.” You saw some sort of pain appear in his eyes when you said that. He kneeled next to you and stroke your hair. “Let me take care of you.” He pushed his forehead for a moment against yours. When he pulled back he turned towards your shoes which he started to take of your feet. Every piece of clothing on your and his body were soaking wet. You nodded at him with a smile and helped him by taking your dress of. Björn looked respectfully away from your bareness and saw the blanket you threw at your brother earlier that evening. He picked it up, shook the dust of it and placed it on your body. “Better?” He asked with an uncertain smile and looked you deep into your eyes. “Much better.” You said and looked at the fireplace that was barely burning anymore. “I’ll take care of it.” He assured you and left the house to pick up some firewood.
Björn was walking to the little shed next to your house when he heard Vidar’s voice calling him. Immediately he turned his head and looked to the slightly older Viking that was coming at him through the rain. “Where is he?” Björn asked and stepped forward, clearly talking about Kettil. Again he felt his anger grow. “Easy Björn. He has been taken care of.” Björn scoffed and shook his head from left to right. “Maybe for now. But he is still alive isn’t he?” He asked Vidar. “If they had let me I would have killed him.” Vidar stroke over his face and saw some blood sticking to his hand. He had a bruised eye and blood was dripping from his lip. “Who didn’t let you?” Vidar sighed because of the question and leaned against the shed, trying to escape some of the rain. “Your father.” Björn couldn’t believe his ears and he bit his lip out of frustration. “I’ll take care of it in the morning.” Björn assured Vidar. “Don’t do anything stupid.” Björn snorted sarcastically. “I would do anything for her.” Björn said. Vidar laughed softly as he took some blocks of firewood and placed it into the muscular arms of Björn. “I know.” Vidar gave Björn a soft pat on his shoulder. “Take care of her. And try to hear her out, okay? I need to know what that bastard did to my sister. And I think she’d rather talk to you than to me right now.” Björn nodded confident. “Where are you going?” He asked Vidar as soon as the boy started to walk away. “I also have someone who keeps my bed warm at night, Björn Ragnarsson.” The words made Björn laugh and with that gesture a thunderbolt cleared the sky.
It took a few minutes before the red coals were able to put the wooden blocks on fire. Björn was pushing them with an iron bar and was daydreaming whilst looking at the little flames. You saw he had sunk in deep thoughts and you pulled the blanket a little higher on your arms. “Björn?” You softly said his name. When he heard your voice he immediately awoke from his slumber. “Yes?” He answered with a little smile on his lips and looked at you. “I’m so sorry for tonight.” You said and looked towards the floor. Björn frowned his eyebrows and came walking towards you. “Don’t be.” He stroke over your cheek trying to comfort you, his fingers were still cold and wet from the bad weather outside. “The only one who needs to be sorry it Kettil. Sorry for what he did to you and sorry for what I am about to do to him.” You swallowed unsure and looked at Björn with big eyes. “What are you going to do to him?” You asked him whispering. Björn dropped himself on the floor, sat right next to the sofa you were laying on. “Depends on what he did to you, y/n. You want to talk about it with me?” You heard in his voice that he wasn’t sure if he should be asking these questions. “It is useless, it happened Björn. You can’t turn back the time.” He frowned his eyebrows and a dark glance appeared on his face. “But I can make him pay for what he did to you in the past.” You laughed softly from impotence. “Then why don’t have the gods punished him yet?” Björn grabbed the edge of the soda and pinched into the fabric. “I don’t know, y/n. Just tell me what he did to you.” You could clearly hear Björn was getting frustrated by you being silence about what happened. “Don’t you understand?” He said in an almost begging way as you didn’t spoke anymore. He turned on his knees and leaned towards you. “I want to protect you. I want to make up for the time a wasn’t here.” He grabbed with both his hands to his head and buried it away. His fingers slithered through his wet hair. “I want to make you happy.” Eventually he looked back up to you and you could see the imploring look in his eyes. “Please, y/n.”
“He came to this house at night when Vidar was away. I had seen him the day before on the market. Don’t ask me how we got there, but eventually we were talking about my past. I told him that I was feeling lonely since my brother started to spent a lot of time with his significant other. And that I felt an empty hole inside me since the day you left with your mother.” Your eyes started to fill with tears. You felt Björn was watching you but you didn’t dare to look at him. “You had your mother Björn. I had nobody. You knew how hard it was for me when they died when. We were just kids, but I was definitely old enough to experience the pain and the emptiness.” With a finger you caught a tear that was going to fell on the blanket. And at the same time you felt Björn’s hand on your other hand. Softly he pinched, stimulated you to tell further. You gasped for breath, trying to prevent yourself from crying. “So like I said, he came here in the night Vidar was with Inkeri. I was here all by myself, so at first I was frightened when I heard the intruder. Until I saw it was Kettil. He told me he knew Vidar was away and so he was there to make me feel less lonely.” You laughed trough your teard, realising how stupid you had been. “We talked. I cried. He comforted me and told me everything would be okay. And eventually I believed him. After that he told me it was better that I would catch some sleep, and that he would watch over me when I did. So he joined me in my bed and..” You stopped telling and immediately felt Bjorn’s hand tighten around yours. “And?” he asked, his voice sounded deep and raspy. “And he tried to rape me.” Björn jumped up without saying any further word. He grabbed the red glowing iron stick from the stove and made preparative to leave the house. “Björn no. Stop!” you yelled at him and also jumped up. The blanket hung around you like some kind of dress as you ran towards him to stop him from leaving. “He didn’t succeed. I fought him of, he didn’t get the chance to touch me properly.” - “It doesn’t matter. It is the fact that he tried.” His eyes looked like they were glowing from anger. “Please, Björn. Don’t leave me here.” An lonely tear rolled over your cheek. Björn sighed deep, trying to calm down. “One day I’ll make him pay. You can’t take that away from me.” You looked down to your bare feet and clammed the blanket closer around your body. “Don’t you want me to make him pay?” He asked you in confusion and put his finger under your chin to make you look at him. “I do, but..” - “But what?” Björn frowned his eyebrows in a worrying way. “He took my mother’s and father’s wedding rings. He knew how much they meant to me and now he is using them to blackmail me.” You started to walk towards the sofa and the stove again and Björn followed you closely. “Blackmail you how?” He asked. “He keeps them hidden somewhere and told me I’d never get them back as I didn’t do as he wanted me to.” Björn didn’t know what to say, and instead he pulled you against his chest. You felt his cold, wet clothes to your naked body but despite that the hug made you feel warm. “I’m going to make this right. I promise you. No more need to worry, no more need to be afraid. If the gods don’t watch over you, I swear to Odin that I will do it myself.”
It had taken a few minutes to calm down, but eventually you were able to smile again. Björn had comforted you and made you feel safe as he had promised. His axe was on the table next to the sofa the both of you laid on. In the meantime he had also taken off his clothes and put them next to yours to dry in front of the stove. “You are staying, right?” you asked him as you snuggled your head against his bare chest. You were laying in between him and the stove so you felt warmth on both sides of your body. “Why are you asking such stupid questions?” He whispered with a smile and pressed his lips against your neck. Softly you giggled and stroke with your hand over the side of his body. Björn cringed shortly and you looked at him concerned. “Are you okay?” He smiled at you to reassure you. “It’s just a scratch.” You frowned your eyebrows and suddenly remembered Kettil had hit him with the knife. “Let me take a look at it.” Björn laughed and held you down with his arms when you tried to get up. “No.” He loaded you with little kisses on your face. “Please.” You giggled and tried to push him away playfully. “No.” he said again as he pressed his lips fully on yours. And then you relaxed, totally went into the kiss. Eventually he ended the kiss but kept his head close to yours. “You can look tomorrow, but for now I just want to enjoy this moment. And especially, enjoy you.” You hummed in approval and pressed your lips afresh against his. In the background Thor was still playing the song of the gods.

anonymous asked:

Can I get a Valentine's Day peter Parker x reader please???

Peter Parker X Reader –  Don’t Tell

A/N – For me, this works best with Tom Holland (Avengers Spiderman) but an older version of Aunt May & Uncle Ben (like in the original trilogy.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Based off this imagine by @thefandomimagine


Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

High school is an unusual society where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above all, never tell on another student.

Unfortunately, that last rule came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire, you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies away afterwards.

After an hour and a half of scrubbing, you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly slow just to taunt you.

“That’s it.” You growled irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”

You continued to chunter to yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.

“OH, COME ON!” You exploded angrily.

“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded from inside the closet.

You frowned at the door, puzzled. “Hi?”

“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in here, do you think you could let me out?”

“Oh!” You burst into action, trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing harder.

“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I wouldn’t get out.”

“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on? What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”

“It’s Peter actually.”

“Right, Peter, sorry about that. This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”

“Yeah, we’re in most classes together.”

“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from the door, I have an idea.”

Peter moved as far back as he could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.

“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter fretted.

“That was… That was a stupid plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”

Peter sat down, leaning against the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.

“You’re back.” He declared happily.

“Uh-huh.” You answered distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it to the floor to let Peter out.

“Done.” You panted tiredly, staring at the mess you’d made.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you through so much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-” You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before you.

Peter’s face was covered in cuts and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood, which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.

“Did Flash and his gang do this to you?” You whispered incredulously.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash just has his own troubles and-”

“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get infected or something.”


“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

“Peter, I just broke down a door, I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to get a cloth.”

Peter perched on the edge of a bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.

“I’m guessing you spend a lot of time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.

“A little more than I should.”

You prepared the solution on the cloth, “This may sting a little.”

You dabbed his face gently, clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful at your proximity.

“So, where do you live anyway?” You asked while you worked.

“What? Uh, w-why?”

“It’s late, I don’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“What about you? If you walked me home, who would walk you home?”

“Look, just tell me where you live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”

“I live in Forest Hills but you don’t have to-”

“No way, I live in the street around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.

“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.

“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”

“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply room door?”

“What the principal doesn’t know can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”


“Where could he have got to May?” Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to ring.

“Ben-” May started, looking through the net curtains.

“I should be out there looking for him.”

“Ben-”

“It’s been hours now.”

“Ben!” May raised her voice slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it looks like he’s brought a friend.”

“What?” Ben joined his wife at the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in front of him.

“Do you think he’s been out on a date?” May gushed ecstatically.

“Now May, it could just be a friend.”

“Either way, our little Peter hasn’t brought many people over before.”

“What do you suppose they’re talking about out there?”

“I don’t know, oh let’s invite them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the door.

She threw it open enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt May-” he stuttered.

You looked behind Peter to see his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no need to be shy.” May cooed at you.

“Sorry about this.” Peter whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.

You walked past Peter to the front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your hand out which Ben shook amiably.

“Please dear, come inside, we’d love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.

“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter doesn’t mind.”

Peter finally joined you, “No, not at-”

His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”

“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was actually um-”

“No, I can tell you, I saw the whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”

“Peter, you really must be more careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup of tea.”

Over the next twenty minutes, you were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you reluctant to announce you had to leave.

“Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner?” May offered.

“No thank you, I should be getting home ASAP.”

“Where do you live dear? I wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.

“I um, I actually live in the city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”

“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let (Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could you be so irresponsible?”

“It’s alright, really. Peter didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to leave.

“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”

“But-”

“No buts, come on now.”

You knew there was no way you would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the inconvenience.

When the car pulled away, May turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask him/her out before someone else does.”

“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.

“Now, now, I saw the way you looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they first met.”

“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”

“For now maybe but that can change quite easily.”

Peter shuffled awkwardly on the sofa.

“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”

She walked away, leaving Peter to his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking him in front of the other students?


Much to Peter’s amazement, you didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him, you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did. After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out; as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.

Peter checked himself out in the mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back? How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Peter, where are you?” You asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or did you forget?”

Peter cursed himself silently, he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to visit you.

“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now, it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to the store here but they don’t have any.”

“Oh, no problem, you just get over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”

“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon (Y/N).”

“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”

The phone clicked off. Peter looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he would have to be Spiderman.


You threw the tacks in your bag on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.

“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.

“Excuse me?” You turned to face the man.

“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty penny or two.”

“W-What do you want?” You demanded shakily.

“That depends really don’t it. How much do you have?”

He pulled a switchblade out, grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.

You screamed and bucked, craning your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”

“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Have to? No. But I do want to, I like hearing people scream.”

“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies in the first scene.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.

“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal? Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”

You watched disbelievingly as the other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed, watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for the police to find.

He approached you, completely relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You swallowed thickly, your suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”

Spiderman stumbled back, stunned. “Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”

“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe- uh Spiderman.”

You turned to leave the way you’d came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk about this?”

You hesitated before nodding uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.

“How did you know?” He asked, sounding less confident than before.

“No matter how you disguise it, I know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”

“You’ve definitely been reading too much Superman.”

“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the edge of the building dubiously.

“It’s a long story with a radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do you accept me as Spiderman?”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you get hurt a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Is this where you’re always disappearing?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay.” You clambered onto the fire escape.

“Wait, (Y/N) where are you going?” he asked, alarmed.

“I just need some time to figure this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”

“Hang on, please don’t be like this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”

You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

Spiderman zipped away, leaving you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof, landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his back and he was shuffling nervously.

“I uh, I planned to do this properly but considering everything… here.”

He pulled a very wilted bouquet of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile wearily as you took hold of them gently.

“Thank you?”

“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter blurted.

“That it is. So, is this you asking me out?”

“Yeah. If you don’t like it though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”

You put up a hand to stop Peter’s babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just going to head home now.”

“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out. “Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”

“Excuse me?” You said, affronted by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”

The whites of Peter’s mask widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”

You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend. Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”

Peter ran over to you clumsily; he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.

A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Chapter 12 - Red

Warnings: blood

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12 Ch. 13 Ch. 14 Ch. 15(M) Ch. 16 Ch. 17(M) Ch. 18


Red…

The color of passion, fresh apples, spring flowers, roses….and blood.

Looking down at my shaking hands which were stained red; my clothes, my shoes, my arms, my face…it all had red….

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I miss her too// Jughead Jones

The only reason Y/N knew that Jughead’s mom and sister had left was because Jug’s mother had left her a message saying that she no longer needed to babysit Jellybean. She went over to ask what had happened, but didn’t even leave her car when she saw Jughead slam the door on his dad’s disheveled face. He had a bag with him and he didn’t even look around him as he trotted down the streets.

It had been months. Y/N never stopped believing that Jughead had been staying with Archie Andrews, not that she talked with either one. She worried that he was suffering. She was suffering from having lost her sweet Jellybean, but it didn’t even come close to Jughead.

So every Friday afternoon, after school ended, she sat on the swings at the abandoned old kids park near the reserve and the Blossom’s house, and thought about everything. This had been hers and Jelly’s spot, and now it was empty and sad and lonely and hers. Hers alone.

That was until one day it wasn’t. One day she got there, dressed lazily with her headphones blaring songs that made her cry, and when she looked at the swings, Jughead was sitting there. To say she was surprised was a mild understatement. She stared at him and he stared back. His nostrils flared in annoyance and Y/N instantly knew that whatever was going to go down was nothing Jellybean would have approved of.

Regardless, Y/N was committed to her cause. She took her headphones off and strutted to the swings, sitting on the available one. She faced the darkening sky and breathed deeply, suffering from anticipation as to what Jughead would say next.

“What are you doing here?” He said, looking at Y/N in mild discomfort. He’d never had a full conversation with her, but he’d heard too much from his sister. Jellybean never stopped talking about Y/N, the babysitter.

Jughead had opposed to the existence of a babysitter from the start. He enjoyed spending time with Jellybean and had just as much free time as Y/N did. But his mother had insisted. She too was smitten.

“I come here every week. The real question here is why are you here?”

“Well let me see, Jason Blossom is dead, Miss Grundy just disappeared and I’m suffering from a particular case of writer’s block.” He complained, facing the same palette of oranges and she did.

“As if you cared about all of that.” Y/N scoffed. Nobody spoke after that. It was just silence. To her it was comfortable, her mind wondered to the sweet past and the horrifying future. For him it was awkward. He’d come here to see if he could find some sort of divine inspiration from the vague memories of his sister in this park. But now he was stuck with a girl he’d never really cared about and only now truly acknowledged.

“I miss her too.”

Jughead suddenly turned to the girl that had leaned her head to the chain of the swing, away from him.

“She’s missing you, too.” He let out after a while. It wasn’t a lie. Last they’d spoken on the phone she’d buried him in questions about her that he couldn’t really answer. Riverdale had been busy lately.

Now was Y/N’s turn to be surprised. She straightened herself up and looked Jughead Jones in the eye. “How is she? Where is she?” She couldn’t help herself truly. She really did miss Jellybean.

“She’s alright. She wants to go by ‘JB’ now, thinks it’s cooler.” He smiled at the sunset, averting his eyes at her curious innocence. She looked so vulnerable here.

A light chuckle came from next to him. “That’s Jellybean, alright.” Y/N said.

After a second of awkward silence, Y/N voiced her concerns for his wellbeing. “Are you still staying with Archie?” Indeed, she hadn’t been exactly worried with where he was staying. She hadn’t been worried about it at all, but he seemed too broken. He was here, after all. And in her eyes, this was where lost and broken souls went to heal by themselves.

“Archie?”

“Yeah. I mean, you’re not staying at home right?”

“Yeah, no. It’s fine.” He said, but it was too late. Y/N found it pretty easy to deduce that there was no Jughead under the Andrews’ household at night.

“Jughead.” She called his attention. “Where are you really staying?”

Jughead sighed and looked away again. The obvious answer was lying, but it was something of a relief to talk about what was happening to an almost stranger.

“Currently, at the school.”

Sitting up, Y/N almost choked “what? Jughead you can’t be serious!”

“Well, I’m not joking.” He said, regretting his decision to tell her. Of course she would freak out.

“Dude, I have an extra bed, you can stay over if you want.”

“No, Y/N, it’s okay. I think it’s time to go back home.”

Y/N frowned in worry. She looked at the ground and rethought her words. “If ever you need a place to stay, my house has a great view of the reserve and the spare room has a window on the ceiling, so.”

Now was Jughead’s turn to chuckle. He looked at the ground and then sideways at her face.

“Y/N”

“What.”

“Thanks.“

“For what?”

“For talking to me. For caring even though we’re strangers.” Y/N smiled at that.

“You’re the last bit of Jellybean I have.” She said, smiling at him, feeling more comfortable by the second.

“Funny, I could say the same thing about you.”

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale