this has been in my head for a while and ive been meaning to get it down

where adrien flirts
  • so adrien has a little problem: he likes marinette. like he really, honest-to-god likes her, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. his track record with girls isn’t so stellar. after he confessed his feelings to ladybug as chat noir, she calmly turned him down and admitted she liked someone else. so as nino would say, without a lady to tie him down, adrien agreste is single and ready to mingle
  • but he’s always been single?? and what does mingle even mean?? like, nino, what the hell, dude?? help a man out. 
  • so nino sits him down and explains how to get his crush. with his previous crush, nino tells him, adrien obviously didn’t do it right, and that’s why she turned him down (nino doesn’t know it was ladybug, and he just likes to think adrien was crushing on a supermodel who was totally out of even his league). 
  • nino: “you gotta flirt, man. the ladies love a dude who’s chill and cool and confident. you gotta rock it and own it. you got this.”
    adrien: “but how? every time I go to her, she looks at me, and I can’t… make my words work.”
    nino: “….you two are perfect for each other.”
    adrien: “what?”
    nino: “what?”
  • nino gives him an article with a few tips for flirting. this shouldn’t be too bad, and hey, it worked on alya, nino swears by it. so with 10 Flirting Techniques That Are Garunteed to Work on Women on his mind, adrien is determined to woo the ladies.
  • 1. set the stage with the “soft stare”: so all he had to do was stare at marinette as deeply as possible whenever they had a conversation while maintaining a calm and relaxed expression. marinette likes to stutter and stammer her ways through her words, and he couldn’t blame her, because he lost control when he tried to talk to her as well, and usually her antics made him smile and laugh. but according to the tips, he wasn’t allowed to.
  • it’s all good for a week or so, until nino pulls him aside and asks why he looks like he’s plotting how to murder marinette in her sleep like some type of serial killer every time he talks to her. 
  • he stops talking to her after that. alya tracks him down a few days later and whacks him upside the head for making her best friend cry by ignoring her. adrien goes back to talking to marinette as normally as possible after that because it’s better to talk to her as friends than invoke his “killer smile” while trying to flirt.
  • 2. be vague and leave her wanting more: adrien has this in the bag. he knows how to skirt around a topic, but that’s just because he has to make sure he kept his secret identity as a superhero of Paris a… secret. being vague is one of his best talents, it also helps with those stupid paparazzi who always follow him. the article offers some suggests: tell her you know a secret about her, tell her there’s something interesting about her and you can’t put your finger on it, tell her that’s she exactly your type but don’t tell her what you type actually is, etc. he spends most of the night plotting his exact words, and the next day, when he sees marinette, it just comes spilling out…
  • adrien: “i know your secret, marinette.”
    marinette: “…what?”
    well shit, adrien thought, the article didn’t tell him what happened after this.
    adrien: “…i know it. your secret… i knew there was something about you that i couldn’t put my finger on.”
    marinette: “…wait, so you know? ohmygodthiscan’tbehappening,ohmygod, how did you figure it out???”
  • adrien wasn’t sure what to do after this point, so like the article said, he leaves her wanting more and nopes the fuck outta there, cha-cha sliding out of the classroom and bolting down the hallway before she could catch him.
  • 3. the sensual look: once a girl is comfortable around you, give her a mischievous look that makes her think. the article (and nino) never really explain what the girl will think about, but adrien totally supports girl empowerment and helping those smart cookies get the best grades and brilliance recognition they deserve. if a mischievous smile is all it takes, then he’s more than happy to help.
  • he flashes her a quirky smirk in Madame Bustier’s lecture, marinette notices and freezes up. he thinks he did it wrong when nino just leans closer and says, “you broke marinette.”
  • adrien apologizes after class and swears he’ll never break her again. marinette just mumbles, “you can break me anytime.”
  • adrien thinks it’s counterproductive. 
  • 4. the surprise wink: whenever you pass her, just wink after you lock eyes, nino says, she won’t expect it and it’ll surprise her but give her the clear and distinct message that you are flirting with her. adrien wants marinette to know he likes her and wants to flirt with he rand wants to date her and just be with her, so he winks every time he gets. 
  • they see each other in class? wink he catches her eyes while they study for physics? wink they talk about madame bustier’s homework? wink she asks him for his opinion on her designs? wink 
  • at first, she giggles. after two weeks, she presents him with a bottle of over-the-counter artificial tears for his “eye twitch.” he stops winking after that and doesn’t talk to nino for the rest of the day.
  • 5. the playful bump: playful actions, like bumping, will definitely make a girl smile. 
  • adrien: “but nino, i could hurt her.”
    nino: “no, my dude, she knows you’re teasing.”
    adrien: “i don’t care if she knows. what if i knock her over?”
    nino: “no, you don’t do it hard, you just–”
    adrien: “what if she falls over and breaks her nose? i don’t wanna break her nose, nino. she has a cute nose.”
    nino: “adrien, you’re not gonna break her–”
    adrien: “niNO
  • 6. the understatement: understate the compliments you give her, okay, okay, adrien can do this. it’s simple.
  • adrien: “marinette, your eyes are blue… like avatar’s skin. just blue.. all over.. it’s great. not the brightest blue, but not the darkest. just blue. you have blue eyes, marinette.”
    marinette: *is speechless*
    nino: “…you nailed that, adrien.”
    adrien: “oh thanks, nino.”
  • 7. the double negative, “i don’t think you’re not beautiful”: 
    adrien: “but i do think she’s beautiful.”
    nino: “i know, you’re telling her that.”
    adrien: “but you just said i don’t think she’s beautiful?”
    nino: “no, no, you said you don’t think she’s not beautiful, so ergo you think she is beautiful.”
    adrien: “…grammar hurts my head, nino.”
    nino: “i know, my dude, i understand.”
  • 8. the sensual tease, tease her for liking you: okay, but adrien doesn’t know if marinette likes him like that? nino swears she does, and alya says so too, but it still makes him feel bad for teasing her. so he doesn’t tease her and just keeps doing stuff like he normally does, like walking her home from school and helping her study physics and giving her advice for her designs and keeping a stash of food for her on the mornings she runs late and he knows she didn’t have breakfast yet.
  • nino rolls his eyes, but adrien doesn’t care. his momma didn’t raise no hooligan. no, if he was going to flirt with marinette, at least he can be a gentleman about it.
  • 9. the moniker: giving her a cute nickname will let her know how special she is. adrien spends a week thinking about it, and nino gives him a few suggestions, but he doesn’t listen. if he’s giving marinette a nickname, it has to be something he does because it’ll let her know she’s special to him.
  • a few days later, he slips up and calls her “princess” because she’s pretty, sweet, smart, likes pink, and is a natural born leader just like a royal. marinette freezes when he calls her that, but she smiles and laughs eventually. she seems to like it, and he keeps doing it. it’s fitting, he supposes, for someone like her. marinette, his princess.
  • does that mean he gets to be her knight?
  • nino calls him a nerd.
  • 10. tell her how you feel: it’s the last step, and adrien agonizes over it for days. it can’t really be as simple as nino makes it out to be, but then again, his best friend has been dating a pretty sweet gal for months, so it obviously worked for him. adrien broods over it for a while, and alya warns him not to ignore marinette for days again, and he swears he isn’t. he’s just trying to find his courage. why oh why is it so much easier to face an akuma with certain death hanging over his head than tell a girl how he really feels?
  • marinette decides to take matters into her own hands, which he isn’t really surprised by because she usually is a head-strong, independent female. what he is surprised by is when ladybug swings into his bedroom window and transforms into marinette right before his very eyes.
  • marinette: “why are you ignoring me? did i do something wrong?”
    adrien: *adrien.exe has stopped working*
    marinette: “…adrien?”
    adrien: “…you’re… ladybug?!”
    marinette: “yeah, i know. you know. we’ve been over this–”
    adrien: “nononoNO, we most certainly haven’t.”
    marinette: *marinette.exe has stopped working*
    adrien: “…marinette?”
    marinette: “I… but you said you knew my secret.”
    adrien: “I WAS BEING VAGUE.”
    marinette: “WHY?!”
    adrien: “IVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU.”
    marinette: “…you have?”
    adrien: “well, i was trying–”
  • plagg: *pops out of adrien’s pocket* “oh, are we trading secrets?”
    tikki: *pops out of marinette’s bag* “I think so?”
    plagg: *holds out paw to marinette* “fine. im plagg, i turn him into chat noir. nice to finally meet you. i’m glad you guys are finally telling each other, it’s been so tiring listening to him mooning over you. do you have any cheese?”
    marinette: “…you’re chat noir?”
    adrien: *dies*

so marinette and adrien are dating now, so in a way he thinks his plan worked? that doesn’t stop marinette from asking him how he thought he’d been flirting, so he tells her nino’s tips. she laughs for a week straight. that’s the last time he ever listens to nino.

an adrien version of this post. some people asked for an adrien version, it’s not directly a sequel, but still another au. just two nerds trying to flirt and failing spectacularly. 

Don’t Freak

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Requests are OPEN

PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V

PART I


“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.

“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.

“Go on then,”

Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.

“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.

“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.

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Care For You (1)

Slight!Steve x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Every time he takes care of her, she runs away.

WARNINGS: swearing, throwing up, nightmares, underage drinking, swearing, drunkenness, that’s it i think lol

Word Count: 3.3k+

PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

Originally posted by myvainsoul


It all started when she dozed off in her College Algebra class. She hadn’t been getting a decent night’s sleep since the fiasco with the Demodogs and Will Byers. She had gotten wrapped up in the situation since the group of tweens—and Steve—asked for her help. They trusted Steve with their lives, but they also trusted Y/n and she was perhaps more than willing to help. She loved the kids, so she dropped everything to help save their friend.

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it takes two to make a thing go right (dogboy hybrid au) pt. 1

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, possessive behavior, knotting, excessive oral sex, rough sex. 

Summary: What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share. 

Note: jungkook is mean to taehyung in this cuz hes the dom alpha and taehyung tests his dominance too much =( but the smut is filthy and nasty lmfaoo. also i apologize in advance if the writing is a little weird and random in some spots. ive written on this story while being terribly exhausted, and then while being drunk, sad and mad. lol what im trying to say is i wrote parts of this story in numerous states of mind! oh and yes theres gonna be a second part to this so plz dont ask ill get it out asap. enjoy my loves!

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Since the dishes in the sink had gotten dangerously high from neglect, you thought you’d finally set up shop in the kitchen and try to tackle the giant mess. With your laptop sitting up on the bar in front of you playing Bob’s Burgers on Hulu and your big glass of lemonade set to the side, you were totally prepared to spend some time here at the sink.

The reason for there being so many dirty dishes was because living with two male hybrids was like living with two bottomless pits when it came to food. They ate so much, and did not understand the concept of reusing dishes under any circumstances. Every time they ate, it was a new dish being used, no matter how many times you tried to explain to them that their glasses could at least be used more than once.

They were utterly clueless.

Glancing over the top of your lap top into the living room, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung sitting on the edge of the couch, controllers clutched in their hands as they stared intently at the screen in front of them. You huffed a sigh of relief at them finally seeming to be content, returning your attention back to the task at hand.

The past couple of days they had been unbelievably clingy, begging for your attention constantly and not allowing you to get anything productive done at home. Finally after having enough of their constant pestering, you broke down this morning and went to the store to buy them a new videogame for the PS4.

And so far, that had done the trick at distracting them so you could get some work done, but you could only hope it would last.

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Our Little Secret - Part Eleven

Summary: Dean and you try something new on the way to your next hunt

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled: free space for @spnkinkbingo

Kink(s): Sexting

Word Count: 3400

Warnings: Smut, sexting, language, flashback in italics, texting is in bold and italics

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me.

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

It’s been three weeks, three freaking weeks since Dean has touched you and you are dying.

The first two weeks had been because you were healing up. He was pretty sure you had cracked ribs and your shoulder had been really sore, so he wasn’t going to chance hurting you, even the couple of times you had insisted.

Then you had gotten the bright idea to tell him either he could have fun with you, or you would take care of it yourself. Dean promptly made sure the two of you shared a room with Sam at the next motel, a smug smile on his face, daring you to go right ahead. If you weren’t so nervous about being caught, you would have called his bluff.

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anonymous asked:

andreil in a hospital?

One of the things Andrew has recently grown more comfortable with is touch. He still doesn’t love it, won’t accept it from most people, but thanks to the cats he’s less likely to jump or default to his knives if something brushes against his legs.

Which is good, because even though the apartment is empty other than them and King definitely prefers Neil, she’s snaking between Andrew’s legs anyway. He stoops slightly to brush her back with one hand—he doesn’t indulge them the way Neil does, but Neil isn’t here to see it, and the cats can’t talk, so ultimately, no harm done.

He needs to stop thinking about Neil so much when Neil isn’t here. It’s a normal occurrence—they both live in Chicago, but they play for rival teams, so their schedules aren’t perfectly lined up. Neil is in Washington this weekend for a game, and Andrew has a home game against Kansas City.

Andrew’s phone vibrates—undoubtedly a text from Neil. He opens it immediately and thinks about how unlikely he is to ever admit to anyone how much he misses Neil. Except for maybe Neil himself, and only if he was on his deathbed or something.

Neil’s text reads, good luck tonight! and is accompanied by a selfie of him and Dan. Cute.

*

The game is a brutal one, even from between the goalposts. Andrew takes a nasty hit during a brawl early on but doesn’t get benched until the second half, when a fourth ball clatters hard enough against his helmet to leave his vision swimming.

He resolutely does not check the score for Neil’s game—he’ll find out via phone call as soon as it ends anyway, or else a reporter will ask him about it as they leave or someone will announce it to the entire court (crosstown rivals and all that)—and so it’s not until his phone suddenly explodes with messages and tweets that he knows something has happened.

A call breaks through it—from one Dan Wilds, who is currently with Neil, which must have something to do with his phone being swamped with notifications—and he manages to answer it before it, too, disappears into the mess.

“What is it?” he says.

“Andrew? You good?”

He hates niceties and small talk, especially when they get in the way of his finding out necessary information. “Where is Neil?”

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Ride Me Baby *Part 3* (Harry Styles Mature Mini Series)

Originally posted by hipsterharrey

Hiya guys, so finally I’m getting this chapter up. I am beyond over whelmed with the feedback ive been getting from this series and I cant be more thankful for you guys reading it and enjoying it! I hope you enjoy this chapter! –K

**WARNING, EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18

Word Count: 5,869

Y/N’s POV
As I stood there speechless staring at Kendall as she was staring at Harry then glaring back at me like I had done something wrong. Has Harry been cheating on me with her this whole time? My heart started to sink at the thought. Harry and Kendall did date for a while but broke up because of the public always stalking them or taking pictures 24/7, so for all I know Harry might still have feelings for her and sleeping with her behind everyone’s backs. And by his reaction it seemed like he was happy to see her, even though I was standing right there. “Your faces are priceless, cant believe you fell for that one” Kendall started to laugh uncontrollably as she stood clapping her hands applauding her performance. “What the fuck Ken?” Harry’s face slightly changed into a crooked smile as he joined in with her laughter. “What are you doing here? Please come in” He steps backwards as she walked into our room, with her long legs and flat stomach that was on show under her crop top. She is so beautiful, why did he leave her for me? “Y/N?” My head shot up as I was startled out of my train of thought. “Sorry?” “How are you doing sweetie?” Kendall came over to great me with a hug, which I accepted. I had to. Ive never really sat down and got to know Kendall to know what she is like. She is so sweet and polite, I have no hate against her. But for some reason I don’t like her either. “Im good thanks how are you?” “Good, how are you guys enjoying your trip?” “Yeah its great, Y/N has always wanted to come here so I surprised her for our anniversary” Harry butted in as we walked into our kitchen. “Oh my god I’m so sorry I interrupted, I seen that you guys were here so I thought it would be rude not to come down and say hi” She giggled as her stare as with Harry through out the whole conversation. Now I know why I don’t like her. “Aw thank you for popping in Ken” His stare was with her, again. I don’t know whether I’m reading too much into this situation but with the atmosphere it seemed like he was glad to see her or something, I don’t know.

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Josh Dun Imagine

Prompt: Josh is in a car accident 

It was late Friday night when you got the phone call.  Josh had gone out with some friends to celebrate him being back in LA.  You were equally excited to be back home and have a bit of a break, but you chose to stay home and enjoy doing absolutely nothing for the first time in months. You and Josh had spent all of last week in Jamaica, holed up in a luxury hotel to have a nice vacation together, so you didn’t even bat an eye when Josh told you that he was meeting some of his friends. You simply kissed him and sent him on his way.

It had been two or three hours since Josh had left when your phone rang.  Laura’s name popped up, along with a picture of her, Josh and you from Ashley’s wedding.

“Hi Laura,” you answered.

“Y/N?” She asked, voice broken and sounding almost hysterical.

“Laura? What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to make out what she was sobbing through the phone.

“It’s Josh,” she cried, and your heart instantly dropped down to the pit of your stomach.

“Mom—,” you heard either Ashley or Abigail say before there was shuffling on the other line.

“Hello?” you asked, becoming frantic.

“Y/N,” Ashley’s voice came through the phone, you could tell she’d been crying too, but she was more put together than her mother.

“Ashley, what the hell’s going on?  You guys are scaring the shit out of me. What about Josh?” you asked.

“They won’t tell us much over the phone. He was in an accident, and they called mom. They said he’s in a bad state, but they won’t say much else until we get there. Dad’s driving us to the airport, but it’ll be a while before we get a flight. Mom told them your name so they’ll release information to you when you get there. They took him to The Southside Kindred Hospital, but you’ve got to get there so you can figure out what’s going on. We’re all a bit in hysterics,” she said, voice rough with tears.

“Oh my god—,” you said, running around the house trying to collect your shoes and a jacket, before grabbing your wallet and keys. “Is he okay, Ash?” you asked on your way out the door.  You hurried into your car before speeding down the street.

“We don’t even know,” Ashley sounded frustrated. “Just call us when you get there and they’ve told you what’s going on. Get there quickly, please.  But drive safe because Josh being in the hospital is enough.”

“Of course, Ashley. I’ll call you as soon as I know what’s going on. Love you guys,” you said, knuckles whitening as you clutched the steering wheel.

Your mind was in a thousand different places at once the entire drive to the hospital, but when  you got there, you parked quickly before practically sprinting inside the emergency room and over to the receptionist seated behind a desk.  

“Can I help you?” She asks.

You look around frantically, “My name’s Y/F/N,” you blurt out. “Josh Dun— was brought here.. or I mean I got a phone call from his mom and sister saying he’d been in a car accident and he was here or that he’d be here.”

“What’s your relation to him?” She asked, typing away on the computer.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you say.

“Right, okay.  He hasn’t arrived yet” she says, looking up at you from her screen.  The ambulance estimated arrival time to be 11:20, so it should be any minute now.  If you’d like to have a seat—“ she motions towards the waiting room, mostly emptied tonight.  

You paced around the room instead, looking out the window, just to give yourself something to do, until you heard the bustling sound of the emergency room doors being shoved open.  

“We need IV fluids stat—“

“I need to get this leg stabilized—“

“Not until we take care of that laceration!”

It’s almost like the whole thing happens in slow motion, because you’re able to pay attention to every single detail being flown through the doors.  There’s three EMT’s, all dressed in dark pants and a blue collar shirt.  Then there’s someone dressed in scrubs with a wind-breaker looking poncho on.  They’re all looking rather frazzled, muttering medical terms that you don’t quite understand.  And then there’s Josh.  You don’t get a perfect view of him, since everyone else is hovering over his body, but it’s enough.  He’s unconscious, his eyes closed peacefully, almost like he was sleeping.  Then you notice the blood gushing out of his temple, dripping into his eccentric yellow hair, almost making it look like the ruby color he had last summer again.  

You have to cover your mouth and bite down on the cloth of your sweatshirt to keep from screaming.  

They keep pushing him along in the stretcher.  Two nurses hold open some double doors and before you know it, he’s being pushed away, out of your sight again.  You run after them all, not wanting to be left in the dark.  Josh needed you.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there!” A nurse says, holding you back.  You push against him, trying to slip by, but it’s no use.  You’re hysterical and much too weak, so you let yourself all but collapse into the arms of this man instead.

“Where are they taking him?!” you say, a blubbery mess.  

“Our doctors are gonna take good care of him—“ he assures you as he helps you walk back to the waiting room.  You fall into the seat, curling your knees up into your chest and wounding your arms around yourself, just trying to hold it together.

It takes thirty three minutes for a doctor to come into the waiting room to find you.  He’s got a scrub cap and gloves on, which he removes as he walks your way.

“Can I see him?” you blurt out, your eyes full of hope.

“You’re Y/N?”  he asks.  You nod back quickly.  “Not right now, Y/N. He was in a very bad accident. It’s my understanding that the police will be in here shortly to tell you of the details of that, but I’m here to tell you about his medical condition. He’s in ICU now; we’ve got him stabilized. He is in serious condition though; the next few hours are crucial. His right leg is shattered, his arm is broken, too and he has several cuts and bruises; one on the right side of his head.  It was cut by glass, he has twelve stitches right now.  That injury may or may not have caused some trauma which could then potentially lead to some temporary memory loss or amnesia. But what we’re very worried about, is the internal damage. His entire body was bruised, and there was some internal bleeding in his lungs, which is not a good sign. They’re going to prep him for surgery now, to drain the fluids.  After we open him up, we’ll know the extent of the damage,” he pauses, staring down at the scrub cap he has in his hands, before taking a deep breath, “I don’t know if you’re a religious woman, Ms. Y/L/N but if you are, I would start saying some prayers. He’s not out of the woods yet. I’m sorry that I can’t give you better news, but as I said, it was a very bad accident and it’s very serious. But I will personally keep you updated, especially after his surgery,” the man finishes, patting you on the shoulder before he walked out and softly closed the door.

You stare ahead, stunned by everything the doctor said.  It was so much worse than you thought. Josh’s life was still in danger, and the doctor was worried he might not make it. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you stood up and started walking around the room, your hands finding your hair so you could give it a little tug, hoping the pull would relieve some of the fear flooding through you.  You wiped your tears away and tried to clear your throat so that you didn’t sound like the complete wreck that you felt like as you began dialing Ashley’s number.

“Y/N?” She answered right away. “How is he? Have you seen him yet?”

“I saw him coming in—” you said, the tears began stinging your eyes again.  “But not since they took him back.”

“What did the doctor say?” she asked.

“It’s bad Ashley. His leg and arm are broken and he’s got a cut on the side of his head but he’s in ICU and they’re prepping him for surgery because it’s really bad, like internally I guess. There’s blood in his lungs and they said he was stabilized but they don’t know what’s going on inside of his body,” you said, giving up on holding the tears back. “The doctor said we might want to start praying and it’s just really bad and I can’t fucking breathe in this waiting room they put me in. I can’t see him Ashley. I can’t go see him and he’s not okay.”

“Y/N, fuck, please breathe,” she says. Her voice was thick with emotion but it didn’t sound like she was crying. “He’s at one of the best hospitals in the state. They’re going to do everything they can. I’m sorry you’re there alone but we’re catching a flight out soon and we’ll be there in a few hours.  I called Tyler and Jenna, they’re coming too.”

“Okay,” you say, forcing yourself to breathe properly. “Call me when you guys get in.”

“Good. Just stay there.  Josh needs you to be strong. We’ll be there soon,” She promised.

“Get here safe,” you say, “Love you guys.”

“We love you,” Ashley says before hanging up.  

You scroll through your phone, wondering if you should call anyone.  You desperately wanted someone to be here with you, but everyone you considered calling either already knew, or was all the way back in Ohio.  You locked your phone and stuffed it back in your pocket, rendering the whole thing pointless.  

It takes Josh’s family over five hours to get to you.  In that time, you’ve been visited by the doctor twice, telling you that Josh was still in surgery, but that he was stable and they were doing the best they could.  You’d also been to the bathroom twice to throw up, and bitten your nails down to the skin.  

Tyler and Jenna arrive first.  They run through the double doors, hand-in-hand, both with exhausted, but concerned looking faces.  

“Oh my god—“ Jenna says when she sees you.  They both rush over, engulfing you in a hug.  You cling to them, crying into one of their shoulders.  

“We got here first.  There was a flight leaving that had two empty seats.  We told Laura to go, but she refused to leave Ash, Jordan, or Abigail.  What the hell happened?” Tyler says.  

“Fuck if I know! He was in a car accident and they said the police would come in and tell me about that, which they haven’t. I swear to God if he drove while he was drunk I’m gonna-”

“Y/N,” Tyler cuts you off. “Calm down. Breathe.”

You stopped talking and focused on Jenna rubbing your back as you counted your breaths.

“This isn’t real..” you say, as you lean your head on Jenna’s shoulder. “Tell me he’s going to be okay, Ty.”

Tyler sighs, “Josh’s been a fighter since the day both of us have met him. He’s always fought for what he’s cared about.  Music.  The band.  You.  He’s not about to give up that easily. He’s gonna fight through this.”

You let out a broken sob as you used the sleeves of your shirt to wipe tears away. Then you all sat there in silence for a while after that.  

Only a couple of minutes passed when two policemen walked in, looking around the room sadly. “Which one of you is Y/F/N?” One of them asked, looking at you like he already knew.

“Me,” you croaked out, sitting upright on the seat.

“We’re just here to tell you about the accident,” The other said.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“A few witnesses all gave the same story. But uh Mr. Dun was driving when a car suddenly swerved across the center line and hit him head on. The airbags deployed and the cars were spinning until Mr. Dun’s car hit the barrier. The driver of the other car was intoxicated above legal limit, and died at the scene. Mr. Dun was stuck in his car, which was pressed against the barrier, so it took a while for paramedics to get him out. He was unconscious when they arrived, witnesses said he was unconscious when they ran over there.” The first policeman said. “We’ve just printed off the pictures of the cars and the damage. These copies are yours.”

You reached out and took the papers, waiting until the police left before he looked at them. “Oh my god,” you gasped as you almost fell back on to the couch. Tyler helped you sit down before they looked at the pictures. Josh’s car was completely demolished. It looked like a pile of black and gray scrap metal. And you weren’t particularly religious, but you said another silent prayer thanking whatever higher power that Josh even made it out alive, while simultaneously begging for him to make it through the night.

You looked at the clock again, and was about to make some comment under your breath about how long this surgery was taking before the door opened and the same doctor walked in again. You stood up immediately, walking to the doctor. “Well?”

He looked around at the new faces in the room before continuing, “The impact of the collision physically caused a broken rib to puncture a lung. We are in the process of emptying his lungs of any fluid that’s making it hard to breathe. He’s still stable, though, which is good. He can’t breathe on his own, so he’s got a breathing tube. Tonight is going to be a big one, and the next few days will decide a lot, but we’re hopeful. His body is going through a lot, trying to heal itself. It’s up to him now and he has to fight to get better.”

“So that’s all you can do?” You asked, not sure if you should be relieved or not.

“For now. We’ll keep doing what we can for him.”

Dr. Wells nodded. “We put him in a medically induced coma, the body heals best that way, and it lets him sleep through the worst of the pain. As of now, we plan to have him in the coma for a week, but we will keep you updated. You should be able to go in and visit him soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded, not sure of what else to do or ask.

“I’ll come get you when you can visit him,” he promised.

You thanked the doctor before going back and sitting down, pulling out your phone to call Ashley.  You were just ready to ring her again, when her name popped up on your phone, “Just getting ready to call you,” you answered.

“We’re heading over now,” she said. “Is he okay?”

“He’s stable,” you said.

“Okay,” Ashley said, “See you in a few.”

You nearly dropped your phone when Laura and Ashley walk through the doors.  You sprint over and wrap your arms around the both of them, letting them hold you tight.  The rest of Josh’s family filter in behind them, all with tear stained faces and tired eyes.

“What’s going on?” Laura said, wiping her eyes.

Just then, the doctor reemerges.  “Ah, family I presume?”

“I’m his mother,” Laura says, outstretching her arm.  “How is he?”

“We’ve set his broken bones and put casts on, and we’re monitoring him carefully. He’s been stabilized, but you can go see him now,” Dr. Wells said. “Not all of you at once though, please. Just three of you for now.”

Laura nodded. “Y/N and Ash, come with me for now.”

“Laura,” you say, shaking your head, looking at Josh’s dad.

“Go ahead,” he says. “I’ll be in to see him soon.”

You nodded, following the doctor, “I just want to warn you, he’s pretty beat up,” he says before he opened the door to Josh’s room, letting the three of you in before he left. You stood frozen at the foot of the bed. Josh looked more than beaten and bruised; he was hooked up to machines and he had an IV running into his arm. The right side of his head was shaved down to the skin where there was a nasty looking cut just above his ear that stretched around the side of his head.

You heard Ashley and Laura whispering quietly to Josh, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You felt like you weren’t really here, almost like you were just watching a tragic movie play out, but you were brought back to reality when you forced yourself to understand that this was Josh lying in the hospital bed, fighting for his life right now.

Laura walked over and kissed your forehead. “We’ll give you a minute, then send the others in,” she said.

You nodded as they walked out the door and immediately you went to sit in the chair at Josh’s side. “Hi, love,” you said, voice thick with emotion as you entwined your fingers with Josh’s. “Wow, I hate seeing you like this.” you thought about what you wanted to say, although you were pretty sure Josh couldn’t hear you anyway. “You’ve got me so worried, baby. Your mum and dad, Ashley and Abigail, Jordan, Tyler and Jenna.  They’re all here, everyone’s so worried about you, babe. We love you so much. I love you so much, Josh, you’ve got to get better, okay? I want you to fight harder than you ever have before,” you said, looking down to where your tears were falling on Josh’s bed. “You’ve got to get better and pull through, okay? For me. I need you.”

You sat there for another minute, letting yourself cry and hold Josh’s hand. Y

When you walked back to the room, you sent the others in before sitting, curled up on a seta, not looking at anyone else. You sat there for a while with your head on your knees, thinking about Josh and how much you loved him, and how completely fucked your life would be if Josh wasn’t in it anymore.

You only look up after feeling someone’s soft touch on your shoulder.  “Why don’t you head home, love?” It’s Laura. “You need rest.”

You immediately shake your head.  “I’m going to sleep shitty no matter where I am, I might as well be here.”

Laura nods before sighing.  “We rented a hotel nearby,” she says, looking reluctant to leave.  “We’ll be back in a few hours,” she says.

Once they’re gone and Tyler and Jenna emerge from Josh’s room, you head back in, taking the chair near his bed.  “I love you. I love you so much,” you sighed, letting the steady beeping of Josh’s heart monitor lull you to sleep.

When you wake up, it was to a sore neck, the fast beeping of the heart monitor and the door to Josh’s room being thrown open quickly. “You need to leave,” A nurse says as she practically pulled you from the chair and a flood of doctors ran in.

“No, what’s going on,” you asked, suddenly very alert as you saw electric shock paddles.

“You need to go,” The nurse says.

You heard the fast beeping of the heart monitor suddenly turn to a long, steady, beep. “No!” you scream.  “Josh, no!” You push past his nurse before another pulled on your arms. “Don’t you fucking leave!” you yelled. “Josh please, wake up!” The nurses dragged you out just as the doctor ripped Josh’s dressing gown open and placed the paddles on his chest.

You were hyperventilating as you felt strong, somewhat familiar arms around you instead of the nurses. “Y/N,” You heard Tyler say.

“Ty, no,” You cried. “He can’t.”

“No, no, no no no no, fuck no,” you sobbed, collapsing into Tyler’s arms further, “I can’t breathe. He has to be okay!”

All you could think about was Josh, and no, Josh couldn’t be gone.  You clutched yourself around the middle, trying to put some sort of pressure on your body to hold it together.  But it was too hard, so you let Tyler hold you instead while you sobbed into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

It wasn’t until a nurse walked in that you could breathe again.  

“We got him back,” she says, sighing a breath of relief.  

You gasped as you felt air fill your lungs for what felt like the first time in hours. “He’s okay?”

“He’s stable again,” she says.

“Can I see him?”

“You need rest—“ Tyler interjected.  

“I need to see him!” you argue.  “I need to call Laura—“

“What and wake her up too?  You all need rest.”

You finally gave in and rested your head in Jenna’s lap as Tyler threw a blanket over you. You listened to the quiet noise of the TV playing and fell asleep again to Jenna running her fingers through your hair.

The next time you wake up, it was more peaceful. Jenna was whispering to Tyler about something you couldn’t bring yourself to care about. You stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around. Jordan and Ashley were sitting in one of the chairs on their phones. Abigail was sitting next to her dad on the couch and Laura was by the water cooler.  

The doctor walks through the double doors just then, causing you to become more alert.  “Josh’s been improving significantly since he flat lined this morning. He’ll still be in the induced coma for the next few days, but if he keeps improving at this rate, he should be awake after that. You’re more than welcome to still come visit him, as long as you listen to the nurses,” he said giving you a look. “I will keep you updated, but just know he’ll still be out for a few days.”

They all nodded and thanked the doctor.

The next few days passed faster than you would’ve thought. Josh was slowly but steadily healing, and the doctor finally tells them that he thinks Josh would make a full recovery. You nearly melted with relief. You couldn’t help the nagging in your head that said even if he physically recovered, he still might have head trauma and memory loss.

Josh was starting to look better, much to your relief. His smaller cuts were healing, and the color was starting to come back to his face.

One week after his accident, you, Laura and Jordan were in Josh’s room as the doctor took out the breathing tube, and you all let out a sigh of relief when Josh started breathing on his own.

“We’ve stopped the medicine that’s keeping him in a coma,” the nurse says. “It could take anywhere for a few hours to a few days for him to completely wake up though. This is all up to him now. When his body is ready to wake up, it will. I know this is a hard time to be patient, but I don’t want you to get discouraged if he doesn’t wake up today, okay?”

All three of them nodded.

“Alright, Josh,” Jordan says. “You’ve kept us here for the longest week of our lives. Time to wake up now, bro.”

Josh didn’t wake up the first day, like you’d hoped he would.

You tried not to worry when Josh didn’t wake up the second day either.

By the time it got to the forth day they’d taken Josh off the medicine, you began panicking. “You can’t do anything?” You asked the doctor for what had to have been the thousandth time.

“He’s still recovering and his body is exhausted,” he says, “Give him time.”

You started losing track of the days and time, seeing as you didn’t leave the hospital for two weeks. When you woke up one day, you blinked and looked around to see that the sun had set, but it was still fairly light outside. The room was quiet, except for Josh’s heart monitor. You looked to the clock to see that you’d only been asleep for a couple of hours, but it was still early evening. You rubbed your eyes before you felt the same thing that woke you up in the first place: a slight pressure on your hand that was laced with Josh’s.

“Josh?” you asked, jumping up and sitting on the edge of the bed running your free hand through Josh’s messy hair. “Love, can you hear me?” you tried not to get too excited, but you knew that you hadn’t imagined Josh squeezing it. “Babe, if you can hear me, can you please try to squeeze my hand again?”

You waited and felt the slightest pressure on your hand again. Your eyes filled with tears of relief. You reached up to press the red button to call a nurse in, before you turned your attention back to Josh. “Are you waking up, love?” you asked. Josh squeezed your hand again. “Josh,” you sighed, cupping the side of his face. “Can you find your voice, baby?”

Josh sighed and you saw movement underneath his eyelids, but he kept his them shut as he squeezed your hand again, but for longer. “That’s okay,” you said quietly, afraid of being too loud. The nurse walked in, eyes wide as she looked at Josh and you. “He’s waking up,” you smiled.

She grinned at him. “I’ll go get Dr. Cochran.”

“Do you know who I am, love?” you asked, the question burning in his head. “It’s me, it’s Y/N.”

Josh squeezed your hand again and he made a small noise in the back of his throat that you thought sounded almost offended. You loved that it sounded crazy for Josh not to know who you were.

“He’s waking up?” Dr. Cochran asked.

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Wonderful. I need you to step back for a few minutes,” Dr. Cochran says.

You hesitate and Josh squeezes your hand tighter than he had yet, but you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Not going anywhere far. I’m right here.”

“She hasn’t left your side yet, Josh,” Dr. Cochran says. “Don’t think I could get her to leave now.”

Dr. Cochran and the nurse continued asking Josh questions, progressing to see if Josh could feel his feet, arms, legs, chest, hips. Yes, yes, yes. He could feel it all. “We’re going to turn all of the lights off, except for the lamp in the corner, okay Josh? It’s not too bright in here, it wont hurt your eyes. I know your eyelids feel heavy now, and I know you’re exhausted, but can you please try to open your eyes?”

You watched, with his heart pounding heavily as Josh’s eyes fluttered, but his eyelids stayed closed.

“I need you to try a little harder for me, Josh,” Dr. Wells said.

Josh let out a quiet, yet disgruntled sigh as his eyes moved rapidly under his lids. Dr. Cochran looked at you, then looked pointedly at Josh, nodding his head once.

You nodded before going and sitting on the bed next to Josh.  You took his hand in yours again,  “Hey love, it’s me,” you said quietly. “Been waiting here for an awful long time to see you awake again. I miss you. I miss your eyes.  Can you open up for me? Just for a bit, then you can go back to sleep.”

Josh’s eyes fluttered again, then finally opened and you let out the biggest sigh of relief. Josh let out a soft grunt, then let his eyes close again, blinking them slowly before he opened them again.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said softly, waiting for Josh’s glazed eyes to focus on you.

“You’ve been on a breathing tube, which is why your throat is sore.  Don’t try to talk yet if it hurts too much. I’m very glad to see you awake, Josh. A lot of people will be glad. You can sleep now, we’ll do some more tests when you wake up again.”

Dr. Cochran and the nurse left, and Josh’s eyes started drooping immediately. “Your family are here, Josh, I’m sorry they’re not in here right now. They’ll be in here when you wake up again.”

Josh squeezed your hand tightly as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out.

“I’ll be here too, promise.”

The next time Josh woke up was the next morning; Laura was by his side while you sat on the windowsill. The doctor ran some more tests and Josh cleared his throat once before he decided he needed to sleep again.

Josh didn’t wake up again until the next night. You were sitting next to Josh when he stretched out his fingers and you looked up to see Josh looking at you with a small smile on his face. You took his hand immediately and smiled.

“Hi,” you smiled.

Josh cleared his throat and looked over to the small side table.

“Water?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Don’t talk if it hurts too much,” you warned.

Josh shook his head. “Throat feels a little better,” he says. His voice was rough and scratchy, so quiet that you had to strain yourself to listen carefully, but Josh was talking.

You sighed in relief. “Good. You still look out of it.”

“How?” Josh asked.

You smiled. “You just look exhausted.”

“I’m so tired,” he sighed.

You kissed his forehead, “Go back to sleep, baby. I love you so much. Gonna be right here when you wake up.”

“Love you,” Josh sighed before he fell asleep again.

It took three more days for Josh to be awake longer than fifteen minutes, and for his eyes to clear up. By that point, the anesthesia had completely worn off, and Josh was looking much better.

Everyone visited constantly throughout the day.  Tyler and Jenna were in and out and Josh’s entire family had been staying in the nearby hotel for weeks now.  When everyone all finally left at the end of the day, Josh made space on the bed for you to lay with him.

“You scared the shit out of me, you know?” you whispered.

“Will you tell me everything, now?” he asked.  No one had told Josh what had happened, more focused on getting him better, since he was mostly out of it anyway and he wouldn’t remember. But now he was alert, and you forced yourself to open up.

“Car accident. Drunk driver hit you head on and it was bad. The car is completely wrecked, sorry about that,” you sighed. “What was the last thing you remember?”

“I was at the club. We were having a good time, but I really didn’t feel like drinking. I stayed with everyone for a bit, then I wanted to get home to you,” he said. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened to the other driver?”

You closed your eyes. “He didn’t make it.”

Josh tensed and squeezed your fingers tightly. “They died?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry.,” you whispered.

“I almost died too?”

“You did for minute,” you said squeezing your eyes shut again, you let yourself inhale the smell of him before continuing. “I was right here, beside you, and you started flatlining.  They had to drag me out and do the whole paddle-thing.  I thought I was going to lose you.  It was the worst minute of my entire fucking life,” you whispered.

Josh squeezed your hand tightly, but you kept your eyes closed, ignoring the tears filling up as you thought about the seconds you thought you’d lost Josh.

“It was that bad?”

“They didn’t think you were gonna make it through the night. I’ve never been so scared in my life,”  you said.

“Babe,” Josh whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault. I’m just scared to leave you alone right now. Don’t wanna let you go,” you sighed.

“I don’t really want you to leave. But promise me something?” he asked.

“Anything.”

“After I fall asleep again, go home. Shower, eat some food, and try to sleep. I love you so much and I’m so grateful to you for being here but you haven’t left the hospital in what?  Three weeks? Ash and my mom will be back soon,  Ty’s here. I’ll be fine. You look like hell, love, and I’m a little worried,” Josh said.

You sighed. “I’ll shower and eat, but I’m not sleeping in the bed without you. I’m staying here until you can come home with me.”

Josh rolls his eyes but nods. “Fine. Thanks for being here. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you sighed.

Neighbors (Part IV)

She’s sitting on her couch, a bowl of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream in her lap, watching him perform at Rock in Rio.

Her best friend had found a livestream and now they are watching the one and only Shawn Mendes - the nice dude from the apartment next door - being an absolute rockstar, making the sea of people beneath him go crazy.

She found it hard to wrap her head around the fact that this guy on stage was the same guy who ate her soup in a hoodie two days ago, looking cozy and cuddly. And who fell asleep on her lap. She had seen the real him. Not the brand or the artist. Just Shawn. In his most vulnerable state. Sick and in need of someone to take care of him.

He still sounds a bit hoarse now but the rasp in his voice makes him sound even sexier and she feels slightly proud that he looks healthier than two days ago when he had fallen asleep on her lap, fighting that cold.

The way he is strumming his guitar now, neck vein popping and eyes shut while singing his heart out, makes her feel some kind of way.

She’s on her period, feeling kinda horny, kinda emotional and Shawn looking handsome as hell in his tight shirt, curls messy and bopping, jawline sharp and biceps flexing isn’t really helping.

“Okay but I still can’t believe what happened,” her best friend says, after taking another sip of wine.

“Let me get this straight. Y’all flirt at the gym, he gave you a ride, cared about you when you sprained your ankle, fucking made out with you and fell asleep on top of you. Like - what the fuck is happening?”

“I don’t even know. It’s not like I planned this, okay?” she rolls her eyes at her best friend, gesticulating with her spoon in hand. “I didn’t even care about him before… I didn’t plan moving into the apartment next to freaking Shawn Mendes. And nothing else happened! It’s not like we… you know…”

“Fucked?”

She blushes, concentrating on her ice cream, digging the spoon into it.

Her best friend giggles, pointing at her. “Oh my God. But you so would!”

“Stop it.”

“You so would sleep with him. But I don’t blame you, honey. He looks fine as fuck. I mean look at him,” she’s pointing at the TV screen. “He’s almost a bit too good looking.”

“And he’s famous. And has fans which is so weird. I don’t think I can deal with that - the fame thing, you know.”

Her best friend sighs. “Why do you always fall for the problematic guys? I mean Shawn doesn’t seem to be as problematic as your ex but he’s a freaking pop star. That’s kinda problematic.” 

“I know. I mean he’s sweet and everything but his lifestyle scares me a bit, not gonna lie.”

“You shouldn’t take it too seriously though,” her best friend says, “why don’t you fool around a bit, have great sex and call it a day? You don’t have to make it official.”

“I don’t know if this works for me… just sleeping with him. Ugh, I don’t know,” she frowns, hugging a pillow. “What if I catch feelings?”

“Mhm, the sex must be worth it, though. You’d tell me if it’s good, right?”

She takes the pillow and throws it at her best friend who is cracking up by now, wine glass in hand.

“Shut up.”


He’s carrying two huge bags filled with groceries and toiletries into the building, escaping the rain that’s pouring down.

“Good morning, Tom!” he greets the concierge with a smile who opens the door for him.

“Morning, Mr. Mendes! How’s everything?”

“All good. Just went groceries shopping.”

“Ah, got back from tour, eh?”

“Yeah, kinda. Played a festival in Brazil!”

“Amazing,” the concierge says, closing the door after him. “Have a nice day.”

“Thank you. You, too.”

The elevator door opens with a soft pling and Shawn blinks, seeing her.

She’s carrying a basket of laundry that is smelling like lavender and roses, her hair up in a ponytail, cheeks rosy and he can’t believe his luck with running into her again.

“Hi!” he says, sounding way too cheerful.

“Hey!” she grins. “Welcome back! How was Brazil?”

“Awesome. People are a bit crazy down there but I loved Rio. Had a great time.”

He wants to press the button in the elevator that would take them to their floor but it has already been pressed, glowing in red.

“I saw your performance actually.”

“You did?” his face lights up, eyes sparkling and he shifts the heavy bags in his arms around, placing one on the elevator floor.

“Yeah, you killed it. Also loved the rasp…”

He laughs softly. “Ah, yes… thanks again for taking care of me. Couldn’t have played Rock in Rio without you.”

She blushes, looking down. “Nothing to thank me for, really.”

The realization hits him like a sudden flash. 

He had missed her. 

Her beautiful face. The way she looks at him. Her smile. Her eyes.

And he bites his bottom lip, craving her touch again. His lips on hers.

He leans against the elevator wall and she looks at the full bags.

“Went groceries shopping for a change, huh?”

He chuckles, smirking proudly. “Yeah, gonna fill up my fridge. Are you proud of me?”

She laughs. “So proud.”

And in this moment as he is shifting the bag in his arms, he hears something fall to the floor.

Of all the things that could have been falling out of the bag. Milk, butter, honey, cereal…

It had to be the condoms.

Great.

She looks down and he quickly bends down to pick up the blue package.

He’s blushing hard by now and there’s no way she isn’t reading what’s on the package.

Durex. Extra thin. Extra sensitive. 

Large.

Maximizing sensitivity, while still providing a high level of security and protection.

Oh God.

It should not be this awkward. They were adults. It was normal to buy condoms. Nothing wrong with that!

He clears his throat, shoving the package into the back pocket of his jeans and she avoids making eye contact.

“Okay, this was kinda awkward,” he says under his breath.

“Kinda,” she says, laughing almost, putting her basket down.

He puts his bag on the floor as well and before the elevator can stop on their floor, he pins her against the silver wall, his lips ghosting over her ear.

“I’m not… seeing anybody else,” he breathes and he can feel her shiver underneath his touch as his hands are on her hips. “Just wanted to make that clear.”

“O-okay,” she says, sounding a little bit surprised.

“And I missed you,” he murmurs, voice strained with longing.

Her hands are now on his chest, wandering down, playing with the hem a little as he is looking at her, tilting her chin up ever so gently.

“Missed you, too.”

This is all he needs to press her eagerly against the wall. Pressing his lips on hers in a heated kiss, he would take her right there. Up against the elevator wall, her legs around his hips but he pulls back.

It should not be like this.

He has promised himself to take things slow.

The elevator comes to a halt and they look at each other, cheeks flushed, clothes slightly crumpled, breathing heavily.

“Um- well, then…” she says, stepping out. “See you, Shawn.”

He follows her out of the elevator, fumbling with his keys.

“See you.”

And he wonders if she’s as aroused as he is. As needy. As much craving him as he is craving her.

My Person : Carl Grimes x Reader

Originally posted by steals-dreams

A/N: I went crazy on this one again…

“C’mon, Carl, stay with me,” you beg quietly. Rick had just laid him down on the gurney, completely emotionless. He stays staring at Carl and pacing back and forth before he slams the door behind him, sprinting out to slaughter the incoming walkers. Denise is carefully pulling on the suture while Michonne is holding Carl’s head steady. Blood is steadily dripping on to Carl’s cheek, and falling on to the ground, creating a dark red spot on the floor.

“Go Michonne, I’ll stay with him,” you offer. Michonne nods and kisses Carl on the forehead before bolting out the door to help Rick.

“Alright, (Y/N), one more suture,” Denise finishes and cuts the remaining loose end of the suture. “Done, we need to move him to a room and make sure he’s not developing an infection.”

You brush Carl’s hair off of his sweaty forehead before Denise starts to maneuver the gurney down the hall. It was a struggle for the both of you to move him into a bed, but you got it after a few attempts.

“I can set everything up, Denise,” you say, setting up the IV on the bed post. “You go tend to everyone else. I know what to do.”

She reluctantly agrees to let you stay with Carl after giving you detailed instructions on what to do when he wakes up. After she leaves, you pile up the bandages on the nightstand and take Carl’s hand in yours. You bring his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles lightly, silently hoping he would wake up as perfect as ever. 

You stay with Carl into the early morning as you feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. You haven’t left his side in hours, even calling for Denise to bring you another IV bag to avoid leaving. The sun has already risen when you attempt to talk to Carl, silently hoping he can’t actually hear you.

“Hey, best friend,” you sigh, still holding on to his hand. “I kinda really hope you can’t hear me right now, but I guess I might as well get this off of my chest while I’m here. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since almost the first day we met. I actually hated you at first because you were such a good shot, way better than I was, but I came to enjoy your company after you set up target practice for us. Thank you for being my person through everything, no matter how much danger I’ve accidentally put us in. I love you, and I need you for however long this freaking apocalypse lasts, and as long as you want me to be, I’ll be here for you.” 

You finish your little monologue and wipe a tear that had slipped on to your cheek. You rest your head on your hand, closing your eyes for a split second before you feel a slight pressure on your fingers. Your eyes snap open and you stare at your hand, waiting for Carl to do it again.

“Come on, Carl,” you plead. “Squeeze my hand again.”

You feel the little bit of pressure again and almost cry from happiness.

“Carl Grimes, you are my favorite person right now.” You squeeze his hand back and smile widely. It’s soon after when Carl opens his good eye and turns his head to look at you.

“Still looking good, (Y/N). Even with only one good eye left,” he says in a raspy voice with a smile. 

“I mean, that wouldn’t have changed, even if you lost both eyes,” you chuckle.

“True,” he laughs. “By the way, I heard everything you said earlier.”

“Oh no,” you say out loud.

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than anything,” Carl says, smiling a little. 

“Oh thank God, or else that would have been really embarrassing if you didn’t,” you admit before clearing your throat. “I need to change your bandages before Denise comes in and yells at me for not doing it immediately per her instructions.”

You reach your hand up to take off his bandage but he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“I don’t want you to be disgusted by me,” Carl admits lowly, letting go of your hand. 

“Carl, I couldn’t care less what you look like,” you say, running our thumb over his cheek. “I wouldn’t trade my person for the world.”

To Build A Home - Chapter 12

Previous Chapter 


THANK the heavens that this week is over. It was the busiest I have been in a long time, and the main reason that this chapter took so long. Thank you guys for your patience though, and I promise you will not have to wait that long again. 

Something that I want to address really quickly as well, I did say there was going to be a sequel (and there will be) but a few of you are asking when it’s going to be out, and if TBAH is finished. To be honest, this story has still got a lot to cover so TBAH is definitely NOT finished, but I will let you know when it is. As for the sequel, this story is centred around Virgil and his home life, the new story (while of course still featuring Patton, Logan and Virgil) is going to be mostly be about Roman! Anyway, I hope that clears things up a bit :D


WARNINGS: Basically just a really loopy Logan, small descriptions of injuries, and medicine mentions! 


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Patton was going to cry. He was quite positive of it.

The day had been such a whirlwind of emotions, finding out Logan was hurt then learning he was okay, and now this?

Virgil had just called him Dad.

Virgil had called him Dad!

He could only stare at Virgil’s outstretched hand in shock, and it made Virgil nervous.

Did I say the wrong thing? He thought to himself, was it too soon to call him that?

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headcanon for being on your period and dating sweetpea

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fyi: I listened to Him & I x G-eazy ft. Halsey while writing this.

(((credit to the *unknown owner of this gif*)))

warnings: references to sexy times, some swearing, and pretty pg-13 type of stuff

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-you weren’t due for that time of the month for a few more days so you weren’t exactly prepared for the aftermath or bleeding through your pants

-plus it hadn't happened within the seven months that you and sweetpea had been dating

-you and sweets making out in his trailer on his couch for like a good twenty minutes

-being on top of him with his hands wrapped tightly around your waist and your hands on his face

-let’s just say the boy is vocal

-both of you whimpering and panting im crying

-you getting up to get a condom (because safety first kids)

-“babe don’t panic but you’re bleeding. like through your pants.” he said

-sweetpea was shooketh

-and after a few moments of your own embarrassment, you realized your light denim jeans were permanently ruined

-“damn it, these are my favorite jeans” you sighed

-“forget your pants y/n, ill buy you more! you are bLEEDING”

-“sweets im fine relax”

-“I dont know what to do should I call your parents?”

-“fUCK I did this to you didnt I?”

-“breathe baby breathe. its just aunt flo”

-“you mean???”

-“its my period sweets”

-“OHHH”

-“so you mean this has never happened to toni or any other person with a uterus that you know?”

-“no. at least I don’t think so?? I mean she has asked for my jacket a couple times but I just thought she was cold so I didn’t ask questions ”

-changing into a pair of his gym shorts

-explaining to him how periods work bc the boy hardly pays attention in school

-“thanks for not making me feel stupid about not knowing all this stuff”

-ruffling sweets hair and making him smile cause hell, this boy can be really soft sometimes

-but only with you of course

-and toni occasionally

-you only had one spare pad/tampon in your purse so you had him go to the local 24-hour supermarket to pick up some more and a couple other things

-he refused to take your money before he left bc “it cant be that expensive right?”

-you tried to tell him it definitely can be that expensive 

-he still refused to let you pay

-being on facetime with him the whole time to make sure he got the right stuff

-”so is your flow heavy or light? wings or no? what the fuck is a diva cup and why does it look like a bell?”

-him almost getting into a full-blown fight with the cashier guy who side eyed him

-”the hell are you looking at me like that for? mind your business..or do you want me to mind it for you” he said charging at him like he always does lmaoo

-”I can ring you up over here if you want” an older lady cashier said from the next lane

-”just go to her line babe, she seems nicer,” you said, still on facetime

-”I think its very sweet what you’re doing.” she told him which made him a little less mad at what happened moments before, with the other cashier

-”your total is $17.59.”

-”the fuck is the shit so expensive for?” LOL

-when you got back to his trailer he was still shook bc of the price lmaoo

-he is the absolute definition of ((((a bad boy whose only good for you))))

-the next few days were very interesting

-“what are you hungry for today princess?”

-“anything greasy or sweet”

-so he got you both

-from pops obviously

-“and I got you this gift card to that makeup store you like”

-“sweets where’d you get the money for this???”

-“mowed a couple lawns, helped fix a couple bikes. no drug money was spent I promise”

-cause he knows how you feel about dealing drugs

-smiling @ how cute he is bc HELLO

-“you didn’t have to do all this babe. I would’ve been fine with just spending time with you which made him blush im screaming

-of course, guys (both ghoulies and serpents) would give him shit for being “whipped”

-“okay but I’m getting laid on the regular…what exactly are you all doing besides riding my dick??”

-him definitely getting into a fight that night

-with you playing nurse as soon as he walked through the door with cuts and bruises all over him from head to toe

-him staring at you while you tend to his wounds

-“whats on your mind mayweather?”

-“nothing… I just really do love you y/n…and not just because you save me from all the hospital bills that I would have if it weren’t for you”

-I feel very confident that sweetpea would rub your back or massage your feet if they were swollen

-“the back pain, cramps, mood swings, swollen feet, this all sounds like you’re pregnant babe I looked some stuff up and-”

-“my period coming means I’m not pregnant sweets don’t worry”

-“you sure cause I was a little late pulling out that one night”

-him being a dork and forgetting that you were now on the pill

-“well I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I could definitely see you as a milf

-after laughing for ten minutes you’d stop and realize something

-“you think about that type of stuff??”

-“I mean yeah sometimes”

-he’s always softer with you than anybody else but he’s especially soft with you during that time of the month

-“toni told me about these PMS brownies from that bakery down the street, and idk how their supposed to help with the pain but she said they really work”

-“this is awesome thank you sweets” you would bring his head down to kiss his nose

-laying down on the couch with him and watching law & order:svu

-“you remind me of detective stabler, pea” you said

-“my temper isnt that bad babe”

-it totally is

-especially if anyone ever got outta pocket with you

-“oh so that one time you broke malachi’s jaw was really necessary?”

-“absolutely baby”

-“ive been called a bitch before sweets and I was kinda acting like one that day”

-“I dont give a fuck, he still shouldnt have said it”

-“I love you sweets”

-”you too princess”

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a/n: this was soo much longer than it should’ve been but you already know wtf to do! and that is to leave feedback please xx

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Ok so this is yet another idea that I will NEVER have time to write (for those that follow my Cross the River one shots, I’m still sorry for inflicting the half finished fics on you haha. But I’m not sorry for inflicting this idea on you

Three words:

Drunk. Ladynoir. Wedding. wait is ladynoir even technically a word?

  • It’s quite a few years into the future and Adrien and Marinette are happily revealed and happily married. Everything’s just friggin peachy
  • One day there is an akuma, a girl who got dumped by a dickhead bf for another girl and then goes on a rampage to show everyone she is ‘good enough.’ After they defeat her, they try to cheer her up
  • Chat, being Chat, thinks that being a flirt will help boost her self-esteem, bc, you know, getting flirted at by a superhero is an ego boost no matter how sad you are
  • Lo and behold, it backfires
  • The girl (lets call her Ada) gets pissed off that Chat is flirting with her right in front of Lady, because “Aren’t you guys like, together??”
  • Chat backpedals, Lady facepalms. No it’s still not official or public that they’re together (keep work separate from home, yknow what I’m sayin, and besides, it’s unwise to let Hawky know the full extent of how much they care for each other because they don’t want to be emotionally manipulated in battle)
  • The girl is like “shit I thought you guys were like.. the perfect relationship. Obviously not. If even you aren’t together, then where’s the hope for me…. sighh….” :’(
  • Ada is so upset that they decide to let her in on a little secret. That in their civilian lives… they are married
  • Ada is all,  :’D omg seriously
  • (^..^) and >(:-:) are like, yeah, but dont tell anyone. It’s a secret. ((SLAPS YOU WITH HEAVY-HANDED FORESHADOWING)) Hey I know what’ll cheer you up, Ada. Lets go out for drinks!
  • AND SO MY FRIENDS, that is how Adrien and Mari end up spending a night on the town with a recent akuma victim as Chat and Lady…

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Business or Pleasure? (Seungcheol x Female Reader)

Order up! for @jicheolftw

Request: Hospital setting. You’re a cardiac surgeon, and Seungcheol is the new nurse on your floor.

Smut; Exhibitionism; Kinda Dirty Talk?

Word Count: 5104

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THIS READER SHE IS MY FIRST EVER REQUEST ON HERE AND THAT’S REALLY AWESOME. I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3



“You’re drooling.”

           You startle and drop your pen. It falls with a clack onto your clipboard before rolling off the counter towards the LPN sitting at his desk in front of you. Jeonghan picks it up and hands it back.

           You take it, suppressing a blush. “No I’m not.”

           “Practically,” he says, tucking his bangs back. “I bet he can feel you staring.”

           You glance over at the object of your gaze again. Choi Seungcheol, the new nurse on your floor, is busy at the medicine cart, picking through bottles for whatever another doctor asked for. When he bends down to look on the second shelf, his black scrubs stretch taut over his broad shoulders and show the faint outlines of well-toned muscles. Though he’s been working here for almost a month now, you’ve barely talked to him save for a quick Patient in room forty-two is due for an IV change, or Watch room twelve on his oxy intake. Work stuff. Medical stuff. Very unsexy stuff. And always followed by a deep Yes, Doctor. You don’t like to admit to yourself what that voice makes you feel under your skin.

           And Jeonghan has been giving you hell about it ever since Seungcheol introduced himself on his first day.

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screaminghyuk  asked:

hi mom your blog is my favourite on tumblr i love your writing so SO much!! if and when you have the time can you do the neighbour au for vixx? if it's too much then the maknae line will do (i've read all of your stuff multiple times over + you're the reason im into seventeen and got7 ily) thank you in advance!!

omg this is so sweet thank you so much!!
im glad you’ve come to love 17+got7!!!

Ravi 

  • sometimes he doesn’t leave his apartment for days. you can tell because his mailbox overflows but you can hear the music from his apartment for like a week straight,,,,,,,and then sometimes you’ll see him leaving his place at like 3 am dressed like he’s going to a Very Fancy club 
  • “it’s the life of a composer,,,,,,,i don’t sleep for like ever and when i finish i have to go and get drunk with the person who paid me to write the song”
  • his apartment is essentially his recording studio, all the instruments and his computer are in the living room and it’s so crowded he bumps into his piano everytime he tries to get to the kitchen
  • likes collecting those little lego figurines and they’re like everywhere. on his computer, above his microwave, probably in his bathroom near his shampoo
  • wears some,,,,,,,,interesting outfits that always become the talk of the block
  • likes to try and keep everything clean but at some point he’s so into work he doesn’t realize he’s spilled cola under his desk chair and the laundry hasn’t been done since hyuk got a solo i mean what now
  • you know ravi is a composer,,,,but you aren’t really sure what that entails
  • until your best friend hakyeon, who happens to be close to ravi is over at your place and is handing a list that is titled “how to keep ravi alive” and you’re like what
  • and hakyeon is like,,,,im going on a trip to europe for a month and usually i check in on ravi when he writes but i won’t be here and everyone is busy and i need to make sure he at least eats something,,,,but i can’t so please,,,,,,,,,,,,,,do this for me
  • and you wanted to refuse at first because you don’t even know ravi
  • but hakyeon is a sweet person and he promises he’ll come back with something nice from europe for you so you decide fine, how hard can it be to just check up on a person
  • TURNS OUT when it’s ravi it is kind of hard
  • because the first day you literally come into his home and try to introduce yourself 4 times before you realize he’s so sucked into his computer he can’t even hear you
  • you check his fridge and there’s just,,,,,some old wine and like???? take out that smells Suspicious
  • and you throw it out and come out of the kitchen to tell ravi he needs to eat but then he looks up at you and screams because hOw DID you gET in here,,,,,and you’re like IVE BEEN HERE FOR HALF AN HOUR and ravi is like?????? i never noticed
  • but he apologizes as soon as you explain what hakyeon told you and he’s like embarrassingly rubbing his neck like,,,,oh don’t listen to hyung im fine on my own
  • but you think about his refrigerator and how sunken-in his eyes look from probably not having sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,no i think hakyeon was right you need someones help
  • so you grocery shop and you buy coffee, red bull, energy supplements - whatever he needs to stay up
  • and hakyeon is only gone for a month but in that month you get to know ravi better than most people
  • how he works tirelessly, day and night, on 5 seconds of a song. how he gets angry with himself for not being able to write a melody. how he refuses to sleep until he’s met his goal
  • and the perseverance and creativity in him really shocks you because wow,,,,you’ve been living next to such a hard-working and talented person and you never even knew it
  • but also ravi you’ve worn those basketball shorts 4 days in a row take them off please
  • at one point you asked if ravi had brushed his teeth and he said something you couldn’t even understand so you went to the bathroom, came back with his brush and a cup of water and were like “open up”
  • and ravi was like ????? and you were like “ill brush your teeth while you work”
  • and it was,,,,,,,,,,oddly very intimate
  • and ravi may or may not have suffered like (3) mini heart-attacks
  • but when hakyeon comes back and ravi is done with his song you revert back to being,,,,,,just neighbors
  • until ravi needs to shut himself in for work again and you get a call from hakyeon where he’s like “you need to know something, ive been trying to make sure ravi is ok this past week but he keeps calling me by your name and when i tell him hello - im hakyeon he lets out a deep sigh and long story short i think ravi grew an attachment to you”
  • and you’re like??????? me????? but also,,,,,,,,you can’t help but smile a little
  • and you go next door and let yourself in and you’re like “ravi?” and you see he’s asleep with his head on his desk and you go over to get a blanket to cover him with but when you do, tucking it around his shoulders
  • you hear him murmur something low and you lean in closer and hear him say thank you along with your name
  • and when you come back to check on him again in a couple hours he’s awake and seeing you, it makes him actually stand up from his computer (something he does not do often when he works)
  • and he’s glowing, his sharp features all turning soft as he sees you
  • and you’re like “hakyeon told me you missed me” and ravi is like “AH,,,,well,,,,,,,kind of,,,,,i just,,,hakyeon nags at me and you were nice to me-”
  • and you get this smug look on your face and ravi is faltering under it and you’re like “here i brought some fruits over for you to snack on, but also -”
  • and you press a paper slip into his palm and ravi’s eyes widen and you’re like “it’s my number, so you can call me instead of hakyeon”
  • and you don’t see it as you go into the kitchen with the fruit but ravi literally gathers what little energy he has to do a little happy shimmy dance
  • and he tapes your number to the side of his computer screen and whenever he looks at it he gets this goofy grin on his face,,,,,,,,,because hehe,,,,,,,i have my crush’s number,,,,,

Hongbin 

  • only person in vixx who makes his bed in the morning 
  • lives a pretty simple and clean life, likes consistency and has one of those big calendars on his wall where he writes down all his future plans and probably even has like a workout schedule
  • park hyo shin album shrine in his bedroom complete with framed autograph
  • the type to have like candles ,,,,,,, that are in the shapes of like flowers it’s cute
  • bunnies have always reminded me of hongbin so maybe if he lived apart from vixx he’d have one that he jokingly names like wonshik but no no it’s real name is something cute like whatever the korean is for like carrot soup or something LOL
  • idk why but he likes pastel polka dots imagine him with pastel polka dot bed sheets he’s such a cute person
  • people are always surprised that he doesn’t have like,,,,,one billion mirrors in his house because like how can one Not look at a face like that
  • but in reality those kind of things make hongbin really shy,,,,,,like he’s just like,,,,im not handsome and everyone in the building is like IF that isn’t the biggest lie i have Ever heard with my own two ears
  • everyone in the neighborhood has a crush on him. it’s unavoidable. it’s hongbin fever
  • you’ve lived next door to him for a longtime so you guys are pretty familiar with each other,,,,,but the problem is everytime he meets one of your friends. they fall for him
  • and end up begging to come over just for a glimpse of him and then when they try to ask him out
  • hongbin awkwardly like ,,,,makes up an excuse as to why he can’t date them and they get sad and you’ve seen this happen five times and you’re just like ?????????? what is his type ????? what is he looking for???
  • but you’re not gonna ask him that because well like That’s Rude 
  • but one night you actually end up over at his place because your tv broke,,,,and the premire of your favorite drama is on and hongbin was kind enough to let you in to watch it
  • and during a long commercial break you look down to see hongbin sitting at the table, writing down something and you decide that hey you’ll never have another chance to be alone like this with him
  • so you lower the volume a bit and you’re like “can i ask you something?”
  • and he nods without looking up and you’re like,,,,,, “ive lived across from you for like four years and ive never seen you,,,,,,,with someone,,,,that wasn’t from your friend group and this is probably super invasive but - are you seeing someone?”
  • and hongbin’s eyes go wide and he like looks up in silence
  • and you’re like “,,,,,,is it like an arranged marriage thing????? am i asking too much this is rude im sor-”
  • and hongbin shakes his head and is like “no,,,,,i just,,,,,,,,,” and you’re like ?????? and he kind of sadly laughs
  • and is like “,,,,,the person i like hasn’t come to a realization yet.”
  • and you’re shocked because hongbin. prince of your neighborhood. actual living art is harboring a one-sided love????
  • and you can’t help yourself you’re like “who is that blind? i mean,,,,,,,,anyone who looks at you is enchanted”
  • and hongbin laughs because that’s what he does. compliments make him shy
  • but then you go back to watching your drama and you don’t notice hongbin has stopped writing and suddenly you hear in a very quiet voice: “were you,,,,,,enchanted by me?”
  • and you look down at him and you’re like “are you asking if i liked you?”
  • and hongbin swallows a lump in his throat but builds up the courage to nod his head and you’re like “of course,,,,,,but i knew it was a longshot i mean ,,,,,,,,do you know how popular you are? it’s like falling for an idol-”
  • but suddenly hongbin is up and he’s like “don’t say that.” and you’re like is he embarrassed??????whats going on??????
  • but he just takes a seat next to you and he’s like “it’s you,,,,you’re the one i wanted to confess to me.”
  • and you’re so shocked,,,,,,you literally drop the remote and hongbin is getting red the longer you stare at him wide-eyed
  • until you’re like looking over at the tv and the drama is a kissing scene and then you look back at hongbin and you’re red now too
  • and you’re both red and there’s kissing in the background but you know what there should be some kissing in this apartment too
  • because you both like each other so why not
  • but when you do kiss him you’re like wait. wait. is this real did i fever dream this-
  • and hongbin takes your hand and puts it on his face and he’s like “it’s real.”

Hyuk

  • big tall meme 
  • who can’t figure out how to cook a meal for himself but can reboot a computer and probably fix your tv in less than ten minutes
  • for the sake of this au,,,,hyuk is Nerd. as in his whole apartment is full of like action figures and comic books and video games and dirty socks and,,,,,half eaten bags of potato chips, opened cans of redbull
  • your usual college boy whose friends are all part of the e-sports club at school like c’mon
  • of course how could i forget, his movie collection of sci-fi alien flicks is the only thing that’s organized on his bookshelf
  • everyone in the building comes to him for help like the ladies need help with their broken microwaves and hairdryers while the dads don’t get why their son managed to break the new computer (hyuk looking at the sticky keyboard: uh,,,,)
  • and he does it for free for elders but the teenagers who go to him to learn how to game or upgrade their setups he’s like “my work isn’t cheap. 20 bucks an hour on nothing.”
  • hakyeon: stop pandering from teenagers
  • hyuk: ,,,,,,i have no idea what you are talking about *hiding his piggy bank which literally says ‘money from gamer nerdz’ jokes jokes
  • you know hyuk is handy with,,,,,electric stuff and whatnot so when your lights go out in the middle of the night even though you paid all your utilities like last week,,,,you know the man to go to
  • and when hyuk opens the door you’re like “whats up, my lights are out and im not sure if it’s a fuse box thing or -”
  • and hyuk is like “i got you let me come over”
  • but as you’re walking through the hall of your apartment you realize, you don’t have a flashlight and you’re like my phone is somewhere on my sofa,,,,,let me fell around
  • but you have literally zero light and it’s night out and you think you’re heading toward your sofa but you feel something soft standing in your way
  • and you’re like touching it and you’re like it’s soft,,,,but hard???
  • and warm????
  • wait is that t-shirt
  • and you’re like hold up
  • “hyuk??? am i touching you????”
  • hyuk: “yep”
  • you: “why didn’t you stop me what th-”
  • hyuk: “it was fine, i liked it.”
  • and you turn pink, thankful for the lights off and want to swat his hand but you don’t know where that is until you feel his hand take your wrist
  • and he takes his phone out of his pocket and shines it on you and you’re like heY
  • and he’s like “hehe cute” and you’re like excuse me what
  • and hyuk is like “nothing, lead the way”
  • and when you get to the fuse box you hold the phone and see hyuk work with the wires. you notice the light shading his handsome face, a set jawline and wow,,,,his height????
  • and you’re like this is the first time im looking at hyuk and going ‘he’s hot’ what the HECK is wrong with me
  • and hyuk finishes in under five minutes and all your lights turn back on and he smiles
  • and it’s so,,,,,cute his nose is adorable did you just notice that??? why are you having all of these thoughts about your neighbor??
  • and he’s like “all done. how’d you like to pay me?”
  • and you’re like “i think i have some cash- but,,,,”
  • and hyuk grins because he’s like “yes,,,,,i don’t want cash”
  • and you’re like oh,,,,,,,,and you’re like “ok lean down-”
  • and hyuk does super duper excited that he’s about to get a kiss
  • but instead you pinch his cheek and go “ill order us pizza, don’t think im easy han sanghyuk.”
  • and with that you turn around and hyuk is just like: that was sexy 
  • you: shuttup what kind of toppings do you want?

Jackson Wang

REQUEST: Hi can you do some GOT7 smut idc which member you choose. Can it be where y/n isn’t the shy type and they ask a random sexual question and she reveals some kink she has without hesitation|**

Type: Smut

Word Count: 2749

*I do not own this gif, credit to its owner*


“Okay, Okay.” Jinyoung laughed pouring more wine into BamBam’s glass. It was Wine Wednesday and of course you were here in the boys apartment, two bottles of wine deep and playing never have I ever.

“Never have I ever…. had sex with a dude.” Jinyoung finished looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“You are so lame, you couldn’t have thought of anything better?” You said taking a sip from your glass to indicate that you have.

“Don’t be so mean!” He said before pointing to your best friend to indicate it was her turn.

“Well, I guess since were picking on y/n and on the topic,” You looked at her with an amused smile, this was going to be good. “Never have I ever been tied up during sex.”

All eyes looked to your as you downed remaining  half of your glass. It was no secret to those who asked that you were kinky in more ways than one, and you really didn’t care who knew. You weren’t going to apologize for it. After wiping your mouth and holding out your hand to Jinyoung to refill your glass you noticed everyone was now looking at you with an array of expressions. Your best friend looked at you smugly, knowing exactly what it was she did. Jaebum, Jinyoung, Youngjae and Yugyeom were all looking at you in compete shock while BamBam, Mark, and Jackson were all looking at you curiously.

“What do you mean you’ve been tied up during sex?” BamBam finally asked.

“Um, like I’ve have my arms tied behind me, I’ve been tied to the headboard before… just basic stuff, nothing too exciting.” You said wiggling your glass in front of Jinyoung again.

“Wait, is that why you had that bruise on your thigh the other day?” Youngjae asked. You’re best friend snorted, knowing perfectly well that wasn’t it.

“No, that was from something else.” You said taking another sip.

“What?”

“I don’t mind a good caning every once in a while.” You shrugged as your friend started to laugh.

“Y/n is actually the kinkiest person you’ll ever meet.” She said holding her glass out to you.

“Really?” Jackson said looking from beside you with more than just amusement in his eyes now.

“Yup, love it.” You said shrugging.

“Whats your favorite?” Yugyeom asked. You could tell it just slipped out since his hand went to cover his mouth in a discreet way. You laughed and repositioned yourself, your friend now so excited she could hardly sit down. She lived through your stories and loved hearing about them.

“Well Choking is the one I ask for the most. A close second though is a daddy kink.” You said making the boys around you eyes widen.

“Never have I ever called anyone Daddy during sex.” Mark said making every one laugh and you take another drink.

The night went on and everyone continued to drink. Mark and Yugyeom called it a night first, light weights, and shortly after that one by one the rest of the boys trickled away. Your best friend was already passed out on the couch so as Jaebum left you with yourself and Jackson you figured you might as well get settled.

“So, Im still curious.” Jackson said catching your attention and waving you over to the patio that still sat open. You walked over to him and followed him out, sitting yourself on one of the plastic chairs.

“About?” You finally said.

“This whole kink thing.” You nodded to tell him to continue. “Ive kind of been wanting to try a few out.” He finished making you nod.

“Well, what are you interested in?”

“Well I thought at first it would just be little stuff like marking and stuff.. but when you said choking and especially when you said your daddy kink…”

“Theres only one way to find out if you like those things, and if you think that you’re going to be into a daddy kink then you shouldn’t be acting like a nervous little boy.” You said in a very matter of fact tone, completely amused with the way he was so nervous.

“I know, thats why Id want to try it with someone I trust you know? I don’t know.” He said licking his bottom lip.

You didnt know why but in that moment you saw him in a new light. You cocked your head and looked at him, and then you said something that shocked even you.

“Well Im your friend.”

His head snapped over to look at you and you silently kicked yourself for saying it. There was just something about how nervous he was that turned you on. You wanted to see if he had that monster inside of him, but before you could tell him anything else his entire demeanor changed. His nervous lip licking turned into a cocky grin and his unsure eyes turned dark as he looked into you.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” He said sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest. You thought for a second before nodding, already knowing you were falling into your submissive ways.

“Yes, daddy.” You said, trying to fight the smile that tugged at your lips.

“Oh yea, Im going to like this.” He said standing up quickly and grabbing your arm to pull you behind him.

He shut his door a little too hard and instantly your lips were connected. You never realized how badly you needed to kiss Jackson. How perfect his lips felt as he pressed his body as tightly against yours as he could get. Your hands became fists as they pulled the material of his shirt towards your body until you realized you much rather be touching the perfect skin you had so often stared at. Grabbing at the bottom you started to pull it up, smiling as he let you take it off of his body.

“Someones eager.” He said with a smirk that made the pooling in your shorts even more prominent. You smiled back before biting your lip and taking off your own shirt, to which he rocked back to get a better view.

“I knew you never wore bras under your sweatshirts.” He said walking into you so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

You let him walk you back till you knees it the bed causing you to sit, breaking the kiss. He watched you as you scooted back and rested on your elbows, waiting for him to make the next move. His hands started to trace up your bare leg till it met the hem of your shorts. The feeling of his hand made goosebumps appear across your thighs and your nipples to stand at attention, something his obviously noticed. With fingers hooking under the band on your shorts he began to pull them off, your head fell back in anticipation, only to rise again when you heard his light chuckle.

“No panties either.” He tisked.

You bit your lip waiting for him to make the next move. The sight of you doing that as you laid naked in front of him made his member twitch as he couldn’t wait any longer. Strong arms moving on either side of you he crawled till his face was once again pressing to yours. He kissed you quickly and without asking his tongue was slipping into yours. He let his chest press against yours and the sudden pressure made you groan and wrap your arms around his back. You let your fingers trail up and down a short patch of skin, something that you often did for him when movies were being watched, but this time every time your hands trailed back down they went lower and lower. As soon as your fingertips met his belt you quickly started to undo the button and zipper, your need for him growing. He chuckled again into the kiss, his lips soon leaving yours.

“Would you like me to touch you?” He whispered against your ear as his lips pressed firmly to your neck and his fingers now lightly made their way to your core.

“Yes… daddy.” You said remembering why this was happening in the first place.

He nipped at the skin of your neck causing a soft moan to come from your lips and distracting you slightly from his hand that had left your skin. Without warning his fingers were entering you causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips as your back arched. He chuckled at your response as he slowly drew his fingers back out. The sound of your disappointed moan made him push his fingers back into you causing another gasp.

“I dont do teasing.” You stated, rolling your hips against his fingers. He pushed on your hips so they were trapped against the bed and you groaned as he slowly removed his fingers again.

“I do.” Was all he said. He looked at you intently making you bite your lip. This was exactly what you wanted from him.

“Yes sir.” You said trying to relax your body as his fingers began to tease you again.

Trying to fight the urge to roll your hips against him was enough to make the feeling of his fingers slowly curling upwards more intense then it should have been. You tried focusing on his mouth that was now kissing down your neck, but that was driving you crazy too. Another moan left your lips as he kissed passed your collar bone to lightly nip at one of your nipples. Yo didn’t know how he was doing it, or what he was doing that made every nerve in your body stand on edge. Out of pleasure your hands found their way into his hair. He groaned as you tugged slightly but the moment he felt you trying to direct him closer to your core all feeling of him disappeared.

“No, no baby girl. Be good.” He said making you whimper.

You were happy to see him stand and remove his pants, the sight of his member springing from the band of his underwear making you squirm. Another wicked grin met his lips at your reaction and he was once again crawling over you, the feeling of his skin touching yours setting you on fire. His lips met yours hungrily and his hands once again roamed over you. Quickly his fingers started to play with your clit. You tried to be smug, focus on the fact that he was the one exploring his kinks but the feeling of his fingers on you and this new sensation running though your body you had never experienced before left you trying to quiet your moans.

“Does that feel good?” He said deeply as his lips move to your neck. You couldn’t respond, all your attention was focused on the clenching feeling that was running through your body. You tried to speak, but only desperate moans came out.

“I asked you a question.” He whispered putting his hand on your throat.

Instantly your body began to turn full static, your nerves screaming at every end. The feeling of the pressure against your throat making you feel so small, which was your favorite way to feel.

“Y/n?” Jackson said removing both of his hands again. You grunted annoyed as the orgasm you were so close to started to fade. You looked at him and propped yourself up on your elbows.

“I don’t think I like that.” He said nervously rubbing his neck. You smiled and nodded.

“Thats okay. How about you let me take care of you?” You said and his worried look turned excited as you repositioned yourself to crawl over him. “Daddy.” You said now against his neck as you kissed down it.

“Now that? That I like.” He said running his hands down your side and ending with a loud smack to your rear end

Straddling him you teased the tip of his member, loving the way it stood at attention. He groaned, the vibration of his voice against your lips once again making all of your nerves explode. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled, bringing you down so he could fully submerge himself in you. The feeling of him stretching against your now over sensitive walls already had your legs tingling. The feeling of his arms tightly around you made you feel so small again.

You started to roll your hips, pumping slowly as you tried to regain your breath. Once you had control of yourself you arched your back so you could prop yourself up, hands on either side of Jacksons head. Your pace and his breath quickened, the sensation of you riding him taking over. He groaned as his fingers moving to grip tightly to your sides. You felt him reposition himself under you, bringing his knees up just enough so the fast pace trusting that now was erupting through your body was easier for him to accomplish.

“Ja.. Jackson!” You said as your head fell into his shoulder. He spanked you once before tightening his grip on you.

“Wrong.” He growled, the sound of his dominate voice made you whimper.

“Daddy please.” You moaned as his pace quickened once again.

You tried containing your moans but with the angle he was ponding you at made your breath hitch over and over again as you tried to moan out a simple ‘daddy please.’ When you finally got it out he chuckled before sitting up to make you lay on your back. Instantly he reached deeper hitting your most sensitive spot. You called out  making him laugh before thrusting into you deeper than before. You clawed at his back as he started to pick up pace again. The feeling of his new reach setting every nerve in your core on fire and the static start of your orgasm to be felt deep in your legs.

“Ah, daddy please!” You said a little too loud. His arm placed itself over your neck again and you looked at him with shocked eyes, the stactic intensifying.

“Be quiet baby girl.” He growled, pumping faster.

You bit your lip to try and stifle the sound that was trying to escape from your throat. Your fingers dug into his back, trying to control the orgasm that was seconds away from exploding.

“Im going to cum, daddy please!” You whispered, the restraint on your neck making it easy for you to keep your voice down.

“Cum for me baby girl.”

Seconds after saying that you head tilted back, pressing your neck further into his arm. You held tightly to his neck as your body started to shake, you tried to hold on to it a little longer, loving the feeling of your body being sent into euphoria.

“I said cum for me.” He said, his own pumps becoming staggered. He hit your G-spot one last time before your entire body let go, causing you to hold tighter to the back of his neck as you tried to grasp at anything you could.

“What a good girl.” He said and the feeling of him riding you through your orgasm ended as he pulled himself out and came all over your bare stomach.

He groaned deeply as he released himself. You couldn’t help but smile, your head rolling to the side as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. Your fingers softened and sorted started to play with his hair as the two of you caught your breath. The feeling of his lips kissing your neck made you chuckle.

“Thank you daddy.” You said softly, chuckling again as he groaned loudly.

After cleaning you up and himself up he jumped back on his bed in a new pair of sweat pants after tossing you a shirt. You began to stand, your legs still slightly weak. You were half way to the door to take your place on the couch when Jackson called your name.

“You can stay in here if you want.” He said propping himself up on his elbows.

“You might fall involve with me if I do.” You said placing your hand on the door. You watched as he stood up and made his way over to you, shutting the door that you had started to open.

“Daddy wants you to stay.” He whispered making you smirk.

Assassin!Harry (Part 1)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, starting to fall for her. 

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He may be human, but he operates like a machine: identify target, plan, stalk, kill, collect cash, repeat. What one may consider sociopathic or psychopathic personality traits, Harry considers a blessing. After all, it is his lack of regard for human emotions and his own conscience that has made his career possible. The only proof he has that he is not, in fact, heartless is when he feels his pulse throbbing in his neck as he sprints between alleyways, hops fences, climbs walls, desperately trying to escape any chance of pursuit after the murder is done. Although pursuit is something with which Harry has become unfamiliar; he dealt with it in his career’s infancy, but as he has grown so have his skills. His eye for quick, accessible escape routes has grown keener, his aim tighter, and his remorse…well, nonexistent. He works alone, and he prefers it this way, but his work is so precise that many law enforcement officials cannot accept the possibility of the unidentified murderer being just a “murderer” instead of “murderers.” He’s lost track of how many kills he has made, yet, amazingly, he has yet to be caught or even identified. Nobody has ever suspected him of anything due to his brilliant planning, charming exterior, and cunning way with words; he comes off as a sweet, regular guy. All of this, coupled with the fact that he truly is heartless in the figurative sense of the word, makes Harry Styles the most successful, feared assassin on the planet. He never gets off track, never gets caught, and–most importantly–never misses. So, when he woke up and saw the folded yellow envelope lying on the floor under the windowsill of his first-floor, high-class apartment, it was just a normal day for Harry. He receives one to two requests every month, and as screwed up as it is, he can’t help but feel a rush of excitement whenever he wakes up to an envelope lying crisp and unopened on his tiled floor.

Harry picked up the folder, heavy with cash, and opened it to reveal 5 crisp stacks of 100 $100 bills each. Assassinations don’t come cheap, and Harry prioritizes the higher-paying customers. In other words, the sooner you want someone dead, the more money you should be willing to shell out. $50,000 isn’t much compared to most of his other offers, but because Harry wasn’t planning any other kills, he decided to go about prioritizing the operation. He flipped through the information, identifying the twenty year old college student that he was supposed to kill. He laid out the three included photographs of the girl and identified her address on a map. He read through her daily schedule, put together by the unnamed person who had hired him, and went about identifying the lowest-risk time to pursue and kill her. He ventured into the depths of his expansive closet, retrieving the black duffel bag that contained his gloves, his attire, his shoes, his ammunition, and his small, silver handgun as well as his perfectly sharpened steel knife. He never uses both the gun and the knife in one killing; he just likes the option. He grabbed the roll of heavy duty black tape from the bag and went about taping the bottoms of his shoes so that the patterns they would normally leave behind were masked. He put the bag by his front door and went about his day, eagerly anticipating nightfall.

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Bucky Barnes x reader One Shot

He is the handsome stranger that buys coffee at your work place almost every day. A bet is made and somehow, a cup of plain coffee can be full of surprises.

warnings: slight angst, fluff

A/N: I know this has taken a while and I had to force myself to write something just so that I could find out whether I’m still able to. This is the result of that. Inspired by 1.I and 1.IV from this post

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

“Weren’t you here this morning?”, you say, punching the order into the slightly dysfunctional register even though he hasn’t fully approached the counter yet.
“You can’t know that,” is his answer, “you weren’t here this morning.”

“Ha!” You turn back around to face him, a drop of milk from the opening of the bottle in your hand flies through the air just to hit you co-worker, Amy, on the cheek. Her ‘hey!’ you skilfully ignore and instead glare at your customer in a playful manner. “So you were here!”

His head falls back as he rolls his eyes, loving this little game you always play. He knows that, deep down - or not actually that deep, as you call him out every time you hand him his coffee - you’re at least a little bit concerned. “I don’t understand why you’re complaining. I always leave the change as a tip.”

“Yes.” You turn back around. “But you know what I mean. The amount of coffee you drink in a day is very disturbing. Have you ever heard of water?”
“I have, it’s one of coffee’s ingredients.”

You hate him. But you love him. Well, actually, you have a bit of a crush on him. You can’t change the fact that people you are able to easily banter with are people you are easily attracted to. It doesn’t help that he’s just gorgeous and charming on top of it. “Sometimes, I want to poison your coffee, just so that I can get away from you.”

“You’re overreacting.”

The ten dollar bill is already on the counter when you turn back towards the register. It’s a bit crumbled like you’re used to and, before you put it in it’s assigned compartment, you rub it against your thigh to smooth it out. You pretend not to notice his eyes following your movement, scared that you’re imagining it.

“You could at least order something that has some flavour in it. You cannot tell me that the black stuff you chose to call ‘coffee’ tastes anything more than disgusting.”

“You speak very nicely about your establishment’s cuisine. I might have to talk to your manager, Y/N.” He takes a sip of his beverage. Once, he told you that he likes it almost boiling hot. Sometimes, you like to think that he’s not actually human but an alien that once wanted to seem normal and buy coffee like everyone else and accidentally ordered this bullshit and, for the sake of keeping his cover, just went with it.

“I will never serve you a cup of coffee ever again if you do.”

“Oh, no! What would I ever do without this exquisitely crafted liquid? No one in this whole world is able to do it like you are.”

You roll your eyes. “Leave before I have to pour the rest of it over your head. I’m begging you.”

Both of you chuckle as he really does leave the café. But not before he has actually stepped outside, you hear your name called by your manager. His voice doesn’t sound too promising.


After your boss advises you that ‘being nice to customers and not insulting them not only encourages them to come back but also ensures that you still have a job tomorrow’, you pay more attention to smiling at the people you hand over countless to-go cups of whatever they order to. He is a jerk. Always has, always will be but you need this job to pay your bills. And it gives you the opportunity to talk to the handsome charmer you still don’t know the name of.
You explain to your manager that the banter is exclusively between you hand him and that you would never talk like that to other customers but, of course, he doesn’t believe you. Now, whenever he is around, you take extra care in being polite, more to prove your point rather than to actually be nicer but it earns you almost double the tips you usually get which obviously is a plus.


The nameless hottie doesn’t return for a couple of days. It almost worries you, afraid that he has died of a caffeine overdose and you will never get to know his name. Whenever the café is busy, you have to ask for his name so that no one confuses his order. At first, he always used ordinary fake names, like John, Marc, Dan, but the moment he noticed that you had caught on, the names grew more ridiculous every time. Now, it’s Batman, Queen Elizabeth II, Benedict Cumberbatch.

When he does turn up, though, you’re lucky you have a shift because he looks like just came in from a run. His hair is pulled back into a little bun at the base of his neck and he’s wearing athletic clothes you instantly want to rip off him. The long-sleeved shirt sits so tight you’re sure it’s at least two sizes too small and whilst the shorts leave little to the imagination, there is a glistening layer of sweat all over his skin.

That being said, you really are grateful that you changed shifts with Jenny. Your day just wouldn’t have gotten this exiting.

“Hey, stranger,” you say as he reaches the counter.

It wasn’t supposed to be an upbraiding but nonetheless says, “I know, I know. I haven’t been here lately.” He raises his hands slightly as he talks as if he was actually apologising.

“I hope you haven’t been cheating on me with another barista. Have you?”

He smirks. “No, I laid it low with the caffeine for a couple of days.”

“What?”, you gasp, “no coffee for the man that’s been addicted to the stuff for, like, months? Who are you and what have you done to my best customer?”

He doesn’t say anything, just smiles. It has something that, to you, feels like a secret. It’s probably the fact that you don’t know his name.

You break the silence by asking, “so, the usual?”

“You know me so well, Y/N.” And just like that, you’re back to normal.

“Do I?”

“Sort of.”

“Then let me guess your name.”

He crosses his arms. “Alright, what do you propose?”

“From now on, I write what I think it is on your cup.”

“Do I have to tell you when you’re right?”

You scoff. “Obviously.”

He contemplates it. After a minute, he says, “Fine. But if you’re ever right, my order is free.”

This time, you consider it. Your boss would have your head but you decide that it’s definitely worth it. You extend your hand for him to shake as the formation of a pact.

“Great,” he says, “can I have my coffee now?”


Turns out his name is neither Frank, nor Johnathan, Jason, Kevin, nor David, nor Ralph. Although to be fair, you just write ‘Ralph’ out of lack of creativity and because the café already practically bursts at the seems when he walks in. He does not look like a Ralph. More like a, uh, Sebastian or something. You write that one day and that’s not his name either.

At some point, you begin to think that he’s lying to you but then you realise that the prospect of free coffee should be enough, to be honest.

You also realise that he is never with someone. It puzzles you, as a café is usually a great place to bring friends to.

When he leaves one day, you have the sudden urge to google him and your hand honestly slips into the back pocket of your jeans before you realise that you don’t know what to type into the search bar. ‘Handsome stranger that buys coffee in the café I work at’? Doesn’t seem promising.


After a couple of weeks since you’ve made the bet, he doesn’t come back for a bit again. He does that sometimes but you don’t ask because the one time you did, he got really quiet all of a sudden and you didn’t want to make him sad.

You finish your shift on day five of his absence and head home. Your room mate has the TV already on and you flop down onto the couch right next to her before you can even take your shoes off. Silently, she pulls your feet onto her lap before doing it for you.

“We ran out of milk.”

“Did you put it on the list?”, you ask.

“Uhh…”

“Thanks.” You sigh, almost laughing, and drop your head to the side. “I’ll try to steal some from work tomorrow.” It is no surprise to you that Gemma would forget it. She’s always been a little out of it but you love her nonetheless.

“So what’s on?” You’re referring to the TV that is still running in the background but now on silent.

Gemma grabs two cookies from the jar on the table, handing you one. “Oh, just the news,” she says, “I wasn’t really paying attention.”

You nod before turning up the volume a couple of digits. “How was your day?”
Gemma sighs. “Amazing. I didn’t do anything, only sat here and stared at the wall.”

“Wasn’t John supposed to come over?”

You roommate grabs another cookie. “Yeah, no. Cancelled last minute.”

“That sucks-“, you begin to say but something on TV catches your attention. “Holy shit.”

You can’t hear his voice but you are one ninety-nine percent sure that the person right there next to Captain America at a press conference table is your nameless hottie. He seems different, somehow. Probably because of the suit he’s wearing or his sort of sleeked back hair. Overall, he looks polished, not as casually dressed and with the barely combed hair he’s usually sporting. You like both versions of him, though. He would be handsome dressed as a hot dog handing out pamphlets.

“Y/N!” Gemma is waving her hand in front of your face and finally succeeds in catching your attention.

“That’s him.” You believe neither your eyes nor your ears. The man, apparently not as familiar to you as you had thought, answers a question and even if you hadn’t seen him sit there, you would have known it was him by the deep rumble of his voice.

“What do you mean?” Gemma stares at you with eyes as big as dinner plates. Later, you will realise that your reaction might have been a bit exaggerated but for now, it’s what you’re doing.

“That brunette next to Captain America.” You animatedly point at the TV screen. “That’s my hot coffee dude.”

“What?” Finally, Gemma is catching on to your excitement. “Holy shit!”
“I know!”

“I can’t believe you have a crush on the Winter Soldier.” She sits back on the sofa whilst you stop short.

“Who?”

“Your hottie. Bucky Barnes. Also known as the Winter Soldier?”

That does ring a bell but not really a good one. “Oh,” you say, slumping in your seat. You are very much aware of a lot of really bad thing he has done. Momentarily, you don’t know how to react.

Gemma lays a hand on your shoulder. “You know, he’s been cleared of his charges. He wasn’t himself back then.”

You nod. “I think I’ll get some sleep. It was a long day.”

“Y/N-“ Your room mate gets up to go after you but you brush her off.
“Goodnight.”


Turns out, you don’t sleep at all. You’re too busy researching Bucky Barnes and then not being able to fall asleep because your mind is racing and doesn’t stop until your alarm goes off.

This, you regret terribly as you stand behind the counter waiting for sweet release of your obligation to attend work. Just as you are ready to kill the next person walking in that disturbs your slipping in and out of consciousness, someone does walk in but, even if you tried, you wouldn’t have a chance against them.

“Hi, Y/N.” His smile is contagious although you really do try not to let it get to you.

“Hey,” is all you respond before you turn around to prepare his order. This time, when you get to the part where you have to write a name on his cup, you don’t have to come up with one. You ignore his money he put on the counter and hand him his cup.

“Okay, let’s see who I am today.” He has to spin the cup in his hand but when he sees what you have written, his expression freezes and it is only noticeable for a second and because you stare at him. Then, a mask of barely any emotion covers up what he is thinking and that’s how you see for yourself that the man before you is a trained assassin and you know that he is good at what he does instantly.

“You don’t have to explain,” you say because you can’t take the suspense of getting to know what he is going to say and because you can imagine that the situation can’t be comfortable for him.

Bucky hesitates. He closes his eyes for a second and the finally speaks, “how did you find out?”

You’re lucky that no one is at the café to disturb you. Early Saturday mornings are always rather quiet. “I saw you on the news yesterday.”
He nods slowly. “Makes sense.”

“Why didn’t you want me to find out?” You walk around the counter to stand directly in front of him.

He shrugs and it makes him look vulnerable. You didn’t think he was going to let any of his real feelings show, to let his guard down like this but then again, he was full of surprises.

“I don’t hate you if that’s what you’re scared of.”

Bucky is still staring at the plastic cup in his hands when he whispers, “I’m not scared.”

In a moment of bravery, you lay a comforting hand on his bicep. “I don’t mind if you are. Everyone is afraid of something.”

His eyes snap up to meet yours. “What are you afraid of?”

“I’m fear that, when you leave today, I will never see you again.” It seems only fair that you share something deeply personal which is why you add, “I fear that you don’t like me back.”

With your words, the conversation takes a sharp turn. Bucky puts his coffee on the counter behind you, the liquid undoubtedly cold by now, and steps into your personal space. Where his sudden confidence comes from, neither of you knows but no one is really complaining. But then again, this has been brewing for almost two years.

“I would ask if you want to get a cup of coffee with me but I think that maybe you’ve grown tired of it by now?”

He tips his head back when he laughs. “How did you know?”

“Wait.” You frown. “You don’t like coffee?”

“No, I do. It’s just that I’ve kind of only come here to see you and without buying anything it would have been suspicious.”

You shake your head fondly. “Well, it doesn’t matter now. My shift ends in about two hours. What do you say we grab some lunch.”

“I’ll keep you company.”


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The Joyride - Part 2 (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Part 2 to The Joyride! I’m really glad that you guys enjoyed part one so much! Here’s the ending to your cliffhanger, but no guarantees that there won’t be another!

Warnings: Angst, descriptions of injury

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Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four


Jason blinked in an attempt to dispel the blurriness that clouded his vision. He was lying in a hospital bed with an IV hooked into his arm. His head was pounding and he squinted at the bright lights above him. He grunted slightly and moved his unhindered wrist to shield his vision.

“You’re awake,” came the gravelly voice from beside him, which he identified as Bruce’s.

“Yeah,” he groaned hoarsely, turning his head to face Bruce. “What time is it?”

 “About five in the morning. It’s a Saturday. Why do you ask?” Bruce replied, maintaining his usual composure.

 Jason noted that it was still early the morning of the accident, meaning he hadn’t been out for too long. “(Y/N). Is she- I- Is she- How is she?”

Jason didn’t miss the darkness in Bruce’s eyes or the grimace that he attempted to hide. He felt a pit forming rapidly in his stomach and he shook his head, his eyes going wide. “She’s- She’s d- dead?

 “Not dead,” Bruce corrected, and Jason let out a sigh of relief. “But it’s bad, Jason. She’s going into emergency surgery. I- I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

 “Oh.”

 There was silence between the two after that. The occasional beeping of the machines, and the steady quiet buzz of the air conditioner were what kept the room from utter silence. It wasn’t for a few minutes until Bruce spoke again.

 “They say- They say you’re lucky to only have sustained a concussion and some bruising. Especially compared t-” Bruce cut himself off before he could finish. It wasn’t a statement Jason would appreciate.

Jason, however, didn’t need to hear the end of the sentence. He knew what the ending was. Especially compared to her. He shifted his head awkwardly against the stiff material of the hospital pillow to look away from Bruce.

“How did you find out so soon?” Jason asked, less out of interest in the answer and more out of a desire to fill the silence. To give himself less room to think.

 “They recognized (Y/N) as one of my wards, called me over here about an hour ago,” Bruce explained.

 “I see,” Jason replied shortly.

 Another painfully long moment of stiff and awkward silence came to pass.

 “I know you blame me for this but-”

 “I don’t.”

 “You- You don’t?” Jason asked, slightly surprised. He had been expecting Bruce to make this more difficult. To make him feel guiltier than he already did.

“No. But I know you blame yourself. And I don’t think that’s fair,” Bruce said, his tone even and his voice unfaltering.

“How would you know that it’s not my fault? How do you know this didn’t happen because of some irresponsible mistake that I made?” Jason inquired, still surprised at Bruce’s lack of vindictiveness. He turned his head back across the pillow to face the other man.

“How do I know? Because I know that you don’t make irresponsible mistakes when it comes to her. I know that when it comes to her you take precautions, and you’re more careful than I’ve ever seen you,” Bruce stated matter-of-factly 

Jason didn’t know how to respond to that. So he didn’t. And suddenly he understood why Bruce stayed silent when faced with difficult questions. Because sometimes there was no good way to answer. “What are her injuries like?” Jason asked, deflecting off onto another topic.

“Are you sure you want to know? It’s not pretty. I would understand if-”

I want to know,” Jason cut him off firmly, steeling himself for what he was about to hear.

Bruce nodded, the expression on his face grim. “They said that there’s extensive internal bleeding in several locations and-” Bruce paused to let out a weak sigh. “The impact caused several broken ribs. One of which- One of which punctured a blood vessel. The lacerations she suffered were severe and some cut into the bone. One shoulder is dislocated and the opposite wrist is broken. She has shrapnel scattered throughout her legs. It’s not pretty.”

Jason’s mouth ran dry. He had imagined that your injuries would be bad, but this? This was more than he knew how to process. “I- All of that?”

Bruce nodded wordlessly. “Despite all of that,” he started slowly, “They say that she’s lucky. Her head, neck, and spine are all intact, aside from minor stress from impact on her spine.”

“Lucky,” Jason tried out the word for himself, and he felt a sense of bitterness as it rolled off his tongue. Lucky. He didn’t feel like you had been lucky. He felt like the hospital staff decided to call your condition lucky because they didn’t have the hearts to tell him that you were on the verge of death. All because the two of you had been bored and sleepless at an odd hour of the night. No. Lucky wasn’t right. Lucky wasn’t right at all.


You awoke abruptly with a tube down your throat and no idea where you were. Immediately you wanted to kick your arms and legs, but not only were you restrained, it hurt to move. Every inch of your body was in pain, and your muscles ached and your chest hurt with every movement 

You felt panic rising in your chest and you started to hyperventilate. You struggled against your restraints despite the fact that every single fiber of your being was screaming for you to stop. You wanted to cry out, but you couldn’t get your voice to work, and the breathing tube restricted you from any form of verbality. Despite your inability to call for help, before you knew it, there were people in pristine white clothing standing above you and gently holding you down.

You felt a sharp and searing pain rip through your abdomen as you twisted your torso in a strange way while attempting to struggle against the doctors and nurses.

The pain forced you to stop resisting so much, and after a few moments your state of hyperventilation had passed. After you had calmed down, you gained some recollection of what had happened and where you were.

Another few minutes had passed and a nurse began to ask you questions about what you remembered, how you felt, and if you knew why you were there, having you write down your answers on a pad of paper with your unbroken wrist, though she was careful not to harm the dislocated shoulder.

Your writing was barely legible. Your hand had been trembling violently the whole time, and your only usable hand was your off hand.

Once she seemed to be done interviewing you, you zoned out, still in shock after your violent wake-up and the events of the crash. You heard her say something about stitches, and then something about extubation before you completely tuned out 

The breathing tube was uncomfortable, but it seemed like a minor thing compared to the pain you felt up and down your arms and legs, as well as in your abdomen. You had no idea what time it was. The curtains were drawn, and you had absolutely no perception of time, aside from the wall-clock which read seven-fifteen. Morning or night, you couldn’t tell.

You shut your eyes and tried to ignore the pain. Instead you focused on how tired you felt, and how nice it would feel to sleep. Slowly, you drifted out of consciousness.


When you woke up again, you felt no panic. Just bleary eyed and still just as tired as when you had fallen asleep. This time, though, there were two people in the room with you. One at your bedside and another sitting by the door.

You blinked a few times and gave your vision time to clear. You identified the two people as Jason and Bruce, and a strange sense of comfort washed over you. Bruce was dressed in civilian clothes, but Jason wore a hospital gown.

Both were asleep, Bruce hunched over in the too-small chair, and Jason slumped onto the side of the bed with his head resting in his arms.

The clock on the wall read seven-thirty, but you doubted that it had been only fifteen minutes since you were last awake. No. You felt the hours of sleep in the way your eyelids seemed to stick shut when you blinked.

You wanted to make some move to alert them that you were awake, but the breathing tube still kept you from speaking and Jason was on the side of your broken wrist. Your dislocated shoulder prevented you from reaching across and waking him with your other hand 

You felt helpless all over again. You were scared and it felt like you had been alone for an eternity.

As you realized your predicament, you became painfully aware of the sounds of your breathing tube and heart monitor and the buzz of all of the machines that were keeping you alive.

That was another thing that scared you. How close were you to death? What kind of line were you walking? What if you fell onto the wrong side? What if you fell asleep right here and just never woke up? What if the last time you ever got to see Jason he didn’t get to see you? It scared you tremendously. But it was a hollow, passive fear. Passive because what else could you be with a tube down your throat and two useless arms? As you stared up blankly at the hospital ceiling you realized that the most terrifying experience of your life wasn’t staring into the barrel of a gun, or colliding with the asphalt at fifty miles per hour. The most terrifying experience of your life was taking place right then. Staring passively up at a hospital ceiling. Helplessly wondering if you were going to die. There was no adrenaline. There was no rush that kept you from looking death straight in the face.

You pondered this for a long while, until, to your relief, Jason stirred from his sleep.

He groaned slightly as he awoke, and you smiled to yourself as best you could around the tube 

You watched as he lifted his head and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Slowly, his eyes met with yours, and you saw slow relief take over his expression.

He smiled sadly and moved a hand to the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, his eyes expressing relief, but also guilt and love.

You managed a small shake of your head. It’s not your fault, you wanted to say. The subtle change in his expression told you that he’d understood what you’d meant.

“I love you. I- I just- I need to say that. I love you.” The sadness he carried in his voice broke you. The way his voice started to break at the end. The bittersweet message that his words carried. I love you and I need to say it now because if you fall asleep again I might not get another chance.

You nodded your head as best you could, never breaking eye contact with him. I love you too, you wanted to say. There were so many things you wanted to say in that moment. I love you. It’s not your fault. If I die I don’t want you to blame yourself forever. I’m scared. I love you. I love you. I love you.

His hand never left the side of your face, and he continuously brushed circles on your cheek with his thumb. As you watched him, you swore you could see the moment where whatever thoughts he was having, whatever ideas plagued his mind, broke him. His face contorted into a caricature of grief and it alarmed you.

It was so unlike Jason to cry, or display his grief so openly. Part of you wanted to tell him not to waste his tears on you, but the other side wanted to cry along with him. To cry because of the helplessness that ate away at your resolve.

Jason managed to wipe away his tears quickly, and if you hadn’t seen it yourself, you wouldn’t have been able to guess that he had been weeping just moments earlier. He rest his head gently against your upper arm, careful not to hurt you.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before you felt a sharp and painful twinge in your abdomen. You winced slightly, but paid it no mind. You figured it was just a bruise, or some stitch from your surgery that had been pulled 

You grunted in pain when the twinge returned, more painfully. You became alarmed once the pain branched up into your chest. It hurt like hell, and soon your entire abdomen was in excruciating pain.

You cried out through the breathing tube. It was a strange, mangled sound and it had Jason’s head shooting up from the bed.

“(Y/N)?” he asked in a panic, trying to get you took look at him. You cried out again, and Bruce, who had just woken up, shouted for a nurse.

Several people came running into the room, two of which began pulling a struggling Jason out into the hallway.

He fought tooth and nail to get back to your side, struggling hard against the people who were pulling him away. 

“I love you!” he shouted, just as he was pulled out into the hall, and the door was shut in his face.

RFA HEADCANONS: Your First Fight~

I DELETED THE ANONYMOUS PERSONA QUESTION ON ACCIDENT I HATE MY LI- okay. Ima just paste what I have.

(Aha! Yes, thank you for the request. I haven’t done this yet, simply because I’m still new on tumblr :) there isn’t much I have done, really.

So, thank you again! Means so much to me <3 hope you like it.)

(OKAY SO I FINISHED THIS AND I REALIZED; CRAP IVE NEVER DONE A FIGHT THING LIKE THIS?? Plus I got tired. T_T Lmao, I’m sorry. These are kinda bad.)

~~

Yoosung:

While he was playing LOLOL, you decided you would get a head start on your homework.

Well, you haven’t really been paying attention to the lessons.

You knew nothing.

You probably sat there in silence for a good hour or so, before you just lost it.

Getting frustrated, you slammed your book shut, sliding it on the floor.

This gained Yoosung’s attention, so he quickly rushed over to you.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

“I CANT DO THIS SHIT.”

He’d get really scared because oh my god? You were screaming at him? What is he supposed to do?

“Oh..! Uhm..I can help you!”

“YOU CANT EVEN KEEP UP WITH YOUR OWN DAMN HOMEWORK, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.”

This..ohh, this was harsh.

You were too caught up in the moment to realize what you had said.

He started to tear up, but he tried brushing it off, just wanting to help you.

Still, he’d try to raise his voice..but just can’t??

“I didn’t know you felt that way, (Y/N).”

You looked over and saw the tears, and fELT SO GUILTY, P R O T E C T H I M.

“Wait..Yoosung, no..”

He’d probably try smiling, reassuring you that it was okay.

He legit picks you up, place you on the bed, and will just hold you in his arms for a while.

Then, once you’ve calmed down completely, he will actually help you with your homework.

~~

707:

Seven hadn’t spoken a single word to you all day. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but still, you tried to get him to speak.

He was trying hard to ignore you at this point, wanting to talk to you..but, he just didn’t want to continue getting close. He was scared of hurting you, really.

He would get up from his chair, going over to grab another bag of honey Buddha.

This is when you’d make your move.

You’d go up, and slap his ass playfully, just trying to get him to laugh, or make a remark..or something.

But he actually pretends to get all mad?

“Stop acting like a child, (Y/N).”

You’d feel a little hurt at this, because normally he was fine with it? So???

You’d raise your voice.

“Child? Luciel. You have been ignoring me ALL THE DAMN DAY? AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME THE CHILD?”

At this point, you would start tearing up a little bit.

He was fine with the yelling. He wanted you to get mad. He wanted you to realize that he was a terrible person, and that he didn’t deserve you.

But when you start crying?

His heart breaks.

He instantly regrets trying to ignore you, realizing that maybe it would be fine if the two of you were together.

He goes up, giving you a big hug.

“God.. (Y/N)..I’m sorry. It’s just..been a rough day, that’s all. I love you.”

“..I love you, too, Seven.”

~~

Zen:

The two of you were going on a date tonight.

Of course, it was really starting to dwell on you…that he is perfect. He’s handsome, and talented..and you’re just over here looking like a classy potato?

“(Y/N)! YOU’VE BEEN UP THERE FOR AN HOUR. ARE YOU COMING?”

He literally comes up there, just to see what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time.

You’re in there, trying to look perfect, but to you..it just wasn’t working out.

“(Y/N). You look beautiful as always, come on. It’s just another date.”

“Just another date?! What do you mean just another date?”

He’d widen his eyes, like ‘o shit, no.’

“(Y/N). You know that isn’t what I meant..”

“Then what did you mean, Zen? What is it? Dammit, can’t you just see I’m trying be worthy of you?! And you don’t even care?”

At this point, he gets pretty mad at what you’re saying.

To him, you are perfect? So?? The hell?

“Stop acting like that, (Y/N). You know damn well you’re worthy of me. If anything, we are deserving of each other. You. Are. Perfect. I will never get tired of you. I. Love. You. Can’t you wrap your cute mind around that fact?!”

Of course, he called you cute while trying to win.

And it worked.

You couldn’t stay mad much longer. In fact, you were never mad at him to begin with.

You say your apologies, and go on your date~

~~

Jaehee:

She never came home.

After a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend..but where she at, tho??

You were frustrated enough, and knowing that she was just over working herself again was enough to make it worse.

So, you had to drive all the way to her work place.

SHE IS SO TIRED, YOU CAN JUST SEE IT ALL OVER HER FACE?

“Jaehee. You never even called to tell me you were going to be late! I’m worried about you. Come home..you can fi-”

“(Y/N). I am busy. Leave me alone, please.”

MCSCUSE ME? (Reference. Ha.)

“What? Jaehee. I can tell yo-”

“I said leave me alone.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t know what to do, so..you just run out.

She quickly realizes her mistake, and instantly gets up, and runs after you.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

“…what..”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

“Jaehe-”

“No, it’s okay. Let’s just..go home.”

~~

Jumin:


You had broken Elizabeth 3rd’s collar whole trying to get it off. It was an accident, but Jumin didn’t see it that way.

“Jumin. I said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll buy her a new one!”

“(Y/N), you know damn well I can afford one myself. I don’t care about replacing it. She’s had that collar forever! It must have meant a lot to her..”

“Exactly. It was old. The part probably wasn’t in good shape, an-”

“Jaehee never had a problem with it.”

You would feel your blood boil at this.

“Then why don’t you date Jaehee, then?”

“Idiot..you know that’s not what I me-”

“Oh, so now I’m an idiot?”

This is when he’d say something stupid like “I knew I shouldn’t get involved with women.”

AND YOU JUST?

UHM?

You don’t even try to fight back. You grab your purse, and you’re already going out the door.

Jumin quickly realizes his mistake, and while he doesn’t want to admit it..he needed you.

He would sigh, rushing over to grab you before you left.

“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, okay? We can get her a new one. Just..don’t leave me..”

~~

V:

He needed the eye surgery.

No doubt, you knew this pastel boy needed the surgery.

You tried to convince him..every day now. But, he never seemed to listen.

So, you go back to base one.

“V..I reall-”

“Want me to get the surgery? (Y/N). You’ve reminded me everyday. I appreciate that you care..but, please. I’m fine.”

You’d get a bit frustrated. I mean, you’ve been trying, and he doesn’t even give it a thought?

“You still love Rika..don’t you?”

HE WOULD TENSE TF UP.

“What..?”

“You love rika. Don’t you?”

“(Y/N)..”

“No. Answer me.”

He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. Did he love her? He didn’t even know, himself??

He sighs, not in the mood to fight with you, the one he truly loves.

“No. I don’t. In fact, (Y/N)..contact Jumin. I’m getting the surgery.”

(SQUEAL?)

~~

Saeran:

You two would be walking hand in hand around town, when an old friend called your name.

You’d turn around, giving your friend a big smile.

You feel Saeran’s grip on your hand tighten, as he gives the person death glares.

Your friend and you talked for a good 2 or 3 minutes, before they said “See Ya later.” and ooohhhh boy. Is Saeran mad when they finally left.

“Are you?”

“Wha-”

“Are you going to see that son of a bitch later?!”

At this point, you can’t help but just laugh. I mean, cute, jealous boyfriend alert~

“Probably not. I haven’t seen her for a long time. That’s just something people say, you know.”

“Hmph. I do- wait. Her?”

“Saeran. That was a girl.”

“But- they-”

“Oh my god. You actually- okay. ”

The two of you probably just walk in silence for a few minutes, before changing the subject, as if that whole thing never happened.