working on my requests in the middle of the night

bella11rules  asked:

How is your writing going? Is there a work in progress you've been enjoying working on more than the others?

^^’ Er, so. I may have been hit by a plot bunny in the middle of the night yesterday, and…this happened?

(For anyone who guesses the AU, you’re awesome. If not…it’ll be a surprise? :D)

The sound of the heavy doors all around the room unbolting is warning enough, and Orochimaru glances up from a bored study of his nails to smirk at the heavily armed men swarming around his cell.

“Can I take this to mean my request for lab time has been approved?” he asks lightly.

The main guard steps up to the door of the cell, almost touching the bars, and Orochimaru doesn’t let his eyes narrow, though he thinks about it. The little white-haired rat is only brave when he’s got a dozen other men behind him, after all, and Orochimaru’s not the type to take that well. He has standards.

“Why don’t you come down from there and we can talk about it?” Mizuki suggests, an edge of malice beneath the otherwise pleasant suggestion.

It’s not actually a choice at all. Orochimaru has long since discovered that he can either come down or they’ll come in and get him, and while the idea of how many of them he’d be able to kill if they do is appealing, he’s already had more of his creature comforts taken away than he cares for.

Still, he makes them wait as he very obviously considers the request, because even trapped in this maddening little cell, when he does things, it’s entirely because he wishes to. Slowly, deliberately, he unwinds himself from his precarious perch near the roof of the metal box, hooks a foot in the sheet he repurposed as an aerial perch, and drops down with an agile flip.

“Dare I hope that this will end in a civil discussion?” he asks, brushing his hair back and casting Mizuki a smirk that says he knows it won’t. “They couldn’t have sent a runt like you for anything else, could they?”

The expression on Mizuki’s face goes ugly, and he steps back, making a sharp gesture at the men around him. “Open the door. Restrain him.”

Well. Maybe Orochimaru will get to kill a few of them after all.

Not enough of them. Not nearly enough to make up for being trapped in here like some sort of wild animal, and Mizuki stays too far back for him to reach, but—

It’s a start. Anything’s a start.

Don’t Leave Me.

Description: You knew how dangerous Spencer’s job was, somehow you had remained positive that he was too smart to get into a seriously bad situation; that was until you get a phone call from his boss and suddenly everything came crashing down.

A/N: Thanks to the anon who requested this! I love writing angst it’s probably my favourite genre to write, suffering is fun. Also, thank you for 300 followers!

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BTS-Reaction to their girlfriend having restless leg

Requested: Yes! Anon.
Warnings: None.
Request Closed. -Member S (p.s. SO SO SO SO SORRY ITS SO LATE! My laptop stopped working suddenly and I broke my phone shortly after! Im so sorry!!)

Rap Monster:
He would find it annoying at first but he would learn that you couldn’t help it and would try to sooth you when you would move next to him in the middle of the night. He would leave small kisses on your hair and rub your sides.

Originally posted by kazumitatzumi

Suga: It would kind of scare him at first when you explained why you would move like that without giving any warning. He would ask if it hurt and if there was anything he could do to help.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jin: He would get annoyed when you couldn’t keep still one night after a long day of rehearsals and he would wake you up and tell you to stop moving. Once you told him you have no control of it he would immediately apologize for getting annoyed.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

V: He would be like Suga. Scared at first and asking a million questions. He would look up all over the internet on how he could help you.

Originally posted by jeonthegreat

J-Hope: He would be startled awake by you moving harshly next to him one night. “Babe? Are you okay?” he would ask quietly and shake you gently til you woke up. You explained what happened and he pulled you into his arms and held you til you both fell back to sleep.

Originally posted by hohbi

Jimin: He would be okay with it. Yes, granted it would get annoying some nights because it would happen more than once and he would just get up and sleep on the mini sofa in your shared bedroom, but that wouldn’t last long because he would miss you next to him.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook: He would be on his phone texting J-Hope when you would kick him suddenly. “Ow! (Y/N), why di-” he wouldn’t finnish becAuse he would see you still asleep and your leg still twitching. “Y/N, wake up baby.” he would say causing you to stir awake. “Did I kick you?” you would ask feeling ashamed. “Yeah, but it’s okay sweetheart, I know you can’t help it.” he would pull you close and kiss your forehead.

Originally posted by sugutie

I didn’t know much about RLS so I looked it up. Sorry it’s not my best work but I truly did try I hope you like it Anon!

General Hux x Reader Headcanons : You are his bounty hunter ex

Requested by: Anonymous

-The two of you had a messy break up to say the least. Both of you are stubborn, and honestly, the fight was stupid, but it escalated because neither of you back down, and it ended with you storming out of his quarters in the middle of the night, onto your ship, and far away from Armitage Hux.

-Being back on the finalizer is weird for you. You’ve been hired long term to sort out some trouble for the first order. Let’s face it, you’re good at your job, and Kylo Ren was all too happy to hire the one person who could do their job so efficiently while still managing to torture his rival.

-You mostly stick to yourself, using your ship in the Hangar as your living space and only once in a while joining the three top officers on the bridge.

-But when you do go on the bridge, oh boy Hux is SHOOK. The sexual tension is so high that it’s almost tangible. Hux tries to stay calm but most of his orders come out as stuttered barks when you’re around.

-You’re an equal amount of shook, decently, but your style is more joking, and often you mask your feelings with hard jabs at Hux that drudge up many memories for him.

-The banter, my god, THE BANTER. The two of you are sharp tongued and wit and insults fly left and right between the two of you. Kylo regrets hiring you soon because he can both see and feel what is happening.

-Despite the tension, he always sends a note to your data pad telling you to be safe when you go on missions. You never respond and it’s never spoken of, but he cares about your safety. It’s a bit nerve wracking, and you blush every time.

-One day it’s really bad though. You’re screaming at each other on the bridge. He’s inches from you and every officer is frightened as to what is going to happen.

-As the argument hits its peak, you lose your patience and turn to leave.

-“ No one walks out on the General!”
“I already did once, watch me do it again”

-That’s done it. He’s livid and hurt and it’s like you’re dating all over again.

-You’re almost to your ship when he reaches you. He starts to yell but when you turn to face him something overtakes him. He pushes you against the wall and the intense passion of your kiss is enough to make you melt then and there. It’s as if you were back at the peak of the most passionate parts of your relationship.

-The sex that ensues is amazing and rough and insanely emotional (I can expand in another post if y'all want)

-The two of you rarely speak of your relationship or break up from that point on but it’s not to be brought up by anyone.

-If the general is seen leaving your ship in the morning no one is to speak of it unless they want to be demoted.

-Kylo regrets hiring you to try to piss off Hux.

-Although you aren’t dating again it’s safe to say you aren’t exes anymore. He can’t keep his hands off you or stop loving you, regardless of his insecurity about your job or your argumentative past.

Request anything you’d like to see! My ask box is open!

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Originally posted by ohmysupernatural


Strange is coming to England! To do what?
To fight. To exact his supposed revenge.
Oh my dear Lord. To fight?

For → keeveet-talks
As part of the JS&MN Society of Magicians fanwork auction

Jealous – A Danisnotonfire One Shot (as requested by Anon)

Walking through the streets of London in the middle of the night was my new favorite thing to do. Seeing the captivating lights and feeling the cool breeze made me feel like the world had a true talent of making divine creations. Maybe that’s why my boyfriend, Dan, came into my life – to show me yet another example of a beautiful product placed on this Earth. It’s as if all the planets and constellations got together and said, “Yep, this one’s our best work yet. The girl who gets him better feel lucky as hell.” Which, of course, I do.

In my last relationship, I had grown to believe that men don’t show affection. I didn’t know what being properly courted felt like. My ex, Jackson, was never the one to hold my hand in public, or tell me how much I meant to him. He’d never text me back, he always cancelled plans with me at the very last minute, and most importantly, he never said “I love you”, even when I said it to him. It nearly crushed my dream of finding a man who could make me feel like I was worth something, like I was important. Then, just in the nick of time, Dan waltzed into my life right as I ended the relationship with Jackson.

Now, as Dan was showing me the most magnificent sights in London, I couldn’t help but feel maybe the most perfect sight was standing right in front of me, holding my hand proudly.

“So, (Y/N), that’s pretty much the last of the places I wanted to show you in the city.” Dan said as we walked away from a barrier that overlooked the classic London Eye.

I frowned, thinking the night was over. “I had an amazing time,” I said earnestly, “you have no idea how much this night meant to me.”

He looked confused. “No, (Y/N), I said this is the last place I wanted to show you in the CITY. This night isn’t over!” He guaranteed. “I have a few places I want to take you that are more local. Is that alright with you?”

I grinned, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “More than alright,” I said, and laid my head on his shoulder as we continued walking down the pavement. He took his hand out of mine and wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer. He kissed the top of my head lovingly. He was warm, and smelled like expensive cologne. I knew in that moment this was the feeling of being wanted.

As we walked a couple of blocks south, I asked him where we were headed. “It’s a surprise,” Dan said playfully, “a sweet surprise.” I could tell he was trying to give me a hint, but I pretended to be oblivious, just to give him the full satisfaction of my surprised reaction.

A few more blocks down the way we were going, he turned to me and said, “This is the point where you have to close your eyes.”

“How will I be able to see where I’m going?” I asked. “I’ll guide you, obviously,” he said. “How do I know you won’t guide me into the oncoming traffic? I could die, Dan. DIE.” I emphasized jokingly. “You won’t die, because I won’t guide you into the traffic. I think you underestimate how much I care for you, (Y/N).” Dan answered, chuckling afterwards. I smiled so hard, my face hurt.

I closed my eyes for him. I felt him put one hand at the small of my back, and grab my upper arm with the other. We slowly walked across the street as the traffic lights turned red. It was a whole new sensation only trusting him and the ground below me to guide me to our destination. Once we crossed the street, and walked a few more steps, I smelled a clean and sweet aroma along with a cold gust of wind. “Alright,” Dan said as he adjusted my body to be directly in front of the place, “you can open your eyes now!”

Once I opened my eyes, I wish I hadn’t. My smile fell, and I looked down to the ground to avoid looking at what was in front of me. We were standing in front of an ice cream parlor. That wasn’t the problem, of course. The problem was that this exact ice cream parlor was where my ex-boyfriend worked.

Dan noticed my disappointed look immediately. “Oh no, what’s wrong? You don’t like this place?” he questioned caringly. “No, no, I love this place. It’s just that… ugh, I don’t want to talk about it.” I responded. “Do you want to go somewhere else for ice cream? I think there’s another place around the corner, but it might be closed…” Dan tried to resolve this as best he could, which made me want to please him even more. “No, babe, it’s okay, we’re already here. Plus, this is your favorite spot. Don’t worry about me.” He smiled, and kissed me. We walked into the parlor, and I braced myself for any chance of seeing my ex.

As Dan and I made our way down the glass display, picking out our ice cream flavors, I thought we were clear of any run-ins. But of course, with my shit luck, I saw him at the end of the line, ringing up orders in the cash register. I already knew this was going to suck. Not only for me, but for Dan as well.

I reluctantly walked up to the register, Dan in tow. When Jackson glanced up, he had to do a double take to make sure it was actually me. His expression was almost unreadable, but from what I could tell he was at least slightly surprised.

“Hi, could I please have one scoop of vanilla on a waffle cone?” I asked politely, pretending that I had no idea who he was. He laughed, and said, “Vanilla, huh? I always thought chocolate was your favorite.” Dan turned to me, confused. “Do you come here often, (Y/N)?” He asked. “No, actually,” Jackson interjected, “not often enough. She doesn’t seem to remember me.”

“Okay, yes, Jackson, I remember you. How are you doing? Fine? Great. Dan, please order.” I said hastily. “I AM doing fine, thanks for asking so sincerely.” He said. “And I can see you’re doing fine as well. So, so fine.” He winked at me. The hair on my neck raised in uncomfortable tension. Dan held onto my hand a little tighter.

“(Y/N), who is this?” Dan asked. “I’m her ex,” Jackson interjected again, “I’m hurt she doesn’t talk about me more often.”

“There’s a reason, Jackson.” I scoffed. “Dan, what do you want, babe?”

“Can I just have a mint chocolate chip scoop so we can just get on with our night, please?” Dan ordered stiffly. “Babe, huh? I loved when you called me that.” Jackson sneered. I wanted to throw up.

“Listen, mate, she just wants the vanilla cone. That’s the ONLY thing she wants from you. Ever.” Dan barked defensively. He now had his arm on my waist, holding tight. Jackson rolled his eyes, and yelled the order to the other girl working behind the counter. She handed him our ice cream cones, which he then handed to us. Dan pulled out a 20, and threw it onto the counter. “Keep the change, wanker.” He growled as we walked out of the parlor quickly.

When we got outside, he pulled my face towards his, and gave me a deep kiss. With tongue. Right in front of the window looking into the parlor. I kissed back, feeling my growing desire for him fueled by the anger I had towards Jackson. When we both pulled away, I looked through the window, and saw Jackson slamming his apron onto the top of the ice cream display case, while also looking back at us furiously. I laughed, and turned back to face Dan.

“Want to know something?” I said through a smile.

“What?” Dan breathed out, his chin coming forward to lean in for another kiss. “You look sexy when you get jealous.” I whispered, before revisiting his lips with mine.

Worked Up

Originally posted by mukenope

Words: 1000+

Request: No

Rating: R

A/N: requests are open so please send some of your ideas in!!!

My hand was glued to the number two orange wooden pencil gripped tightly in my hand, the wooden tool with graphite stuffed in the middle of it with a pink eraser held above it gliding smoothly against the line paper set in front of me. A sigh leaves me lips as I write down the rest of my sentence before staring down at my science text book in front of me and reading the next question.

It was nights like this were I would just want to shut the textbooks and binders out in front of me and go into my bathroom, run the tub and lighting some candles and rest my aching sore bones into the warm steamy water and just forget about my grades that I have to keep up to make my family proud, or impress universities that I want to apply too. I just want forget about the constant nagging about my future.

Gently sitting my pencil beside me, I rise my hands in the air and let out a tired moan as I feel my limbs stretch and crack before I lean back and close my eyes. The silence of my room calming me down and somewhat lolling me to sleep before I hear the pine tree right next to my window rap against it.

I peel my eyes open slowly as a sigh rolls through my lips before I bend over and take my pencil back into my hand before re-reading the question again. The noise from the tree doesn’t stop but only comes down harder which is very weird since the sound of rain and hail cannot be heard.

And just as I hear a heavy knock pound against the glass of the window, sounding so heavy that it could shatter it, I’m jolting out of my comfy warm confines and rushing towards the glass. Instead of seeing leaves sticking to the window or the branches from the tree against the window, I see the one and only Calum Hood smiling up at my through the glass before waving his hand at me.

With a roll of my eyes I pull my ivory curtains further apart before pushing up the window frame, the crisp spring wind hitting my naked shoulders before I step back from the window and watch as Calum fits himself into my room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I question while placing my hand on my pink polar bear pajama shorts and letting out a breathy laugh when I see him nearly fall over when trying to fish his left leg out of the window.

“What the hell am I doing here? Why the hell haven’t you answer any of my text messages?” Calum rushes out while stepping towards me, his bushy eyebrows nearly touching his hair line, only making me let out a sigh before shaking my head.

“I’m sorry, babe. I turned off my phone so I could finish my homework,” I explain while walking over to Calum and placing my thumbs on his concerning eyebrows.

“Why can’t you leave it on, I thought you were at a party or something,” Calum breathes out before placing his hands on top of mine, making me smile before shaking my head. “Me at a party? You really need to lower your standards of me.” I laugh before pulling away from Calum’s touch and making my way towards my bed filled with numerous papers, pens, and high lighters scattered everywhere.

“Also, whenever I have my phone on I can never get off of it, so that’s why I turn it off so it won’t distract me.” I say when tossing myself on my bed and grasping the pencil back up in my hand and picking at the eraser.

“But I was so worried!” Calum exclaims before walking towards me and falling on my binders, only making me let out a groan. “Will you shut up and get off my crap, I need this to get through school.” I rush out while shoving his shoulder, only making Calum grunt before sitting up and crawling towards me, papers crumbling below him as he sets himself next to me.

“You’re worrying about school too much, you need to relax.” Calum states while running his eyes down my tired frame. A sigh rolls through my lips before I toss the wooden pencil at the black binder in front of me and run my fingers through my hair.

“I can’t, I just need to finish two more questions and then we can talk for the rest of the night.” I say while turning and smiling at Calum, only making him huff and jut out his bottom lip before peering up at me.

“No, relax please.” Calum huffs before leaning over and placing soft kisses into my neck, a shiver running down my spine as I feel his plump lips continue to run along my warm skin.

“C-alum, just let me finish,” I whisper while leaning into his intoxicating touch that begins to bring me into serenity.

And it wasn’t like I didn’t want Calum to be here and comfort me when I’m stressed because I actually really needed it but, what I don’t need is him continuously placing his addicting kisses along my shoulders and neck so I can lose my train of thought and forget about my homework.

That’s one of the reason why I liked Calum, he would send me into serenity just by the way he places small pecks on my lips, nose, or shoulder. Or when his large hand would always find its way running up my arm, thigh, or back. Just those simple touches make me relax and I find that a good thing and bad.

Bad because it leads me from not focusing on what I should be doing, for example my homework. This was probably one of the reasons why I fell for Calum, it wasn’t only because of his beautiful smile and quirky personality, but it was the simplest things that would touch my heart, which would be my good reason.

“Come on baby, you’ve been worked up this whole entire week, let me help you relax, you’re so tense.” Calum breathes against my ear and I feel my body lean into him more before I feel his lips find their way pressing delicate kisses along my jawline.

“Cal,” I breath before I feel his lips leave my jawline and connect with my lips, the taste of cigarettes and cherry’s burns on Calum’s tongue as he uses it to swipe into my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine before pulling away and placing chaste kisses down my neck, the sound of papers and pen falling off the bed because of Calum’s movements.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick so you can get back to your work,” Calum chuckles deeply against the nape of my neck which sends a chill down my back. With a nod of my head and a pinch to Calum’s side that basically states my consent, I feel Calum manuever his way down my body.

His lips kissing along my collar bones before I feel his fingers tug on my white tank top, sending it over my head to reveal my bare chest, his tongue running over his bottom lip before reaching down and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, a moan immediately slipping from my lips as my hands tear away from Calum’s side and tug gently at his curls.

“Baby,” I moan before I feel Calum twirl my nipple in his mouth with his tongue before spitting it out and blowing on it, his other hand pinching my nipple between his fore finger and his thumb. A whine leaving my lips as Calum some how makes his way down my body while now giving twisting and tugging on both of my nipples.

“Sorry babe, I’m gonna have to use my hands for this now.” Calum states while tugging both of his hands off my now fully erect nipples and bringing them to run down my sides before stopping down at my cartoon pajama shorts.

“These are cute,” Calum laughs while staring up at me, I shake my head before gently tugging on Calum’s curls,“Calum get on with it.” I say before I hear him chuckle and his soft finger tips run against my skin as he tugs down my shorts. I feel Calum’s lips come in contact with my core just as he tosses my shorts somewhere across the room, my eyes never tearing away from Calum’s head between my legs.

“Smell so sweet,” Calum before running his tongue along my slit, my breath catching in my throat before I let a sigh of relief slip through. “Taste sweet also, guess I got a two for one deal.” Calum chuckles which only makes me roll my eyes, because of course Calum is going to crack a joke just before he does anything to pleasure me.

“Jesus Christ Calum just get on with it,” I say in exhaustion but all I get is a ‘shh’ in reply before I feel the pad of Calum’s thumb tear my panties away from my core and his warm tongue slip between my folds. My back immediately bucking off the bed as my fingers are gripped tightly in Calum’s hair.

I feel his tongue to wiggle in my heat before thrusting in and out of me, moans falling from my lips as I feel Calum’s hair tickle my thighs before I feel Calum tear one of his hands away from my knee and place it on my pelvic bone, his thumb coming in contact with my clit has a whine slipping through my lips.

“Fuck don’t stop,” I moan out while grasping onto Calum’s locks tightly, my eyes clamping shut as I feel my hips shot of my bed, and the faint sound of paper crumpling and pencils falling of my bed can be heard as I feel the familar pressure in my stomach build up.

“I’m gonna come soon, baby, more,” I whimper when tugging on Calum’s hair, my eyes opening slightly as I see Calum tear his thumb away from my panties and bring them to my core, I watch as his index finger thrusts into my core, making a high pitched moan leave my mouth a float into the air.

And with Calum’s tongue and finger both protruding my entrance while his thumb continues to run slobby figure eight’s on my clit, I feel my climax sitting on the edge as Calum continues to send pleasure throughout my whole entire body. Just by the warm feel of his tongue, the length of just his index finger, and the roughness from the pad of his thumb has my toe curling and another moan fall from my lips as I feel myself get pushed over the edge.

My eyes screw shut and my back is off the bed, the sound of slobby kisses being pressed to my inner thighs before being pressed along my body as my eyes peeling open and has me looking down at Calum as he continues to press kisses down my body.

“You alright now? Relaxed.” Calum says before placing a slobby kiss to my lips, a smug smile tugs on the corner of mine before I nod my head gently. “Thank you.” I say while running my hands down Calum’s arms before resting them at his biceps.

“Hey you were worked up, it’s the least I can do.”

[sorry for any spelling misktakes and shitty ending]

Protection (Avengers x reader)

So nightmares are a common theme.  Are you guys ok??

Requests:  Hey I was wondering if I could request a Bruce oneshot where reader has a nightmare and decides to go down to the lab knowing he would be up late still working so, when she tells him what happened she begs him to cuddle with her because she’s scared to go back to her room alone and fluff ensues? lol c: 

Can I request a Steve/reader where she has nightmares a lot so once again she goes to Steve’s room in the middle of the night to wake him up for cuddles and fluff ensues? :D 

Natasha oneshot She comforts you when you have nightmares after AOU and can’t sleep 

Here’s your fluffy nightmare cuddles!  From all three perspectives!  Sleep well, my loves!

As you stepped from the shower, you were disappointed that the massage of the hot water didn’t relax you as you had hoped.  Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you cringed at the sight of the dark circles under your eyes and your pale complexion.  You looked older than you were, so much older than you looked just a week ago; before the party, before Sokovia, and before the team lost one of their own.  Nightmares plagued your attempts at sleep, and your mind was downright cruel in its replay of traumas you had both witnessed and experienced at the hands of Ultron. You had given up on traditional remedies, declined Wanda’s offer of a sleep trance, and refused medications that could interfere with your powers.  You were on your own, and began to feel hopeless.  The clock read 12am when you finally closed your eyes and turned off the small lamp on your bedside table, sighing in defeat as you anticipated another night of horrors.  When you woke with a shock, yelling to no one and covered in a cold sweat, the clock read only 12:30am.  


“Bruce, can I come in? I don’t want to bother you if you’re working on something.”  You poked your head thru the lab door, seeing the doctor surrounded by screens and images of calculations and formulas that you couldn’t begin to comprehend, though he navigated them with ease.  

“Come on in, (Y/N). I’m almost done.”

Even though you didn’t understand what he was working on, it was impressive.  The man was a genius, but you would never know by looking at him, or even interacting with him.  He was very humble in his intellect, never using it to gain stature or position, only for the greater good.  He was a very noble man, and you could understand why he feared losing control of that as the other guy.

After several minutes he removed his glasses to rub the fatigue from his eyes, setting them gently on the table, followed by his stark white lab coat.  He looked at you, no, examined you as you stood before him, waiting for him to say anything about the exhausted appearance that was now yours.

“How much sleep have you gotten this past week?”

“About three hours.”

“Each day?”

You paused, taking a slow breath, “All week.”

He rushed around the table, holding your arms as he looked at you closer now, his eyes wide as they assessed you in a way that definitely felt diagnostic.  “Oh, no, (Y/N).  This has to stop.  You can’t survive on that.  You can’t function on the team with that.  Hell, you just can’t function period.”  He released you, holding up a finger to you to pause the moment as he left the room.

It wasn’t anything you didn’t already know.  You could feel your power weakening with each lost hour of sleep.  Your reflexes were dull and your mind was slipping, forgetful and jumbled.  When he returned seconds later, he was holding a bottle out for you to take, along with a large glass of water.

“No, Bruce, I can’t take medications.  I never know how I’ll react.”  You held your hands up in front of you, beginning to back away from him.  “The last time I took anything, I kind of…sent a tornado into…Brooklyn.  I don’t think Steve has forgiven me yet.”  You rubbed your hands against your face, tears about to build in your tired eyes, “these nightmares have to stop eventually, right?”

His expression was soft and sad as he regarded you, searching his brilliant mind for a solution, but resulting in nothing.  “What can I do to help you, (Y/N)?”

“I can’t stand being in my room alone right now.  It never ends well.”  Before the question was even asked, you prepared yourself for him to decline. “Would you come with me?  Just for a while?”

With a small smile and a hand placed on the small of your back, he led you from the lab.  “Lead the way.”

Once there, you could sense that he was uncomfortable being in your room, but he promised to help you and was not one to back out.  He stood at the door, waiting, his hands folded in front of him.  “Where do you want me?”  His words brought a small smirk to his lips, with a quiet chuckle, “I mean, where should I sit?”  You directed him to the large recliner in the corner of your room, and he quickly obliged. As he settled himself, he lifted his arm to invite you next to him.  “Come on, honey, let’s get you to sleep.  I’ll protect you.”


You knew the Captain had dealt with nightmares; you remembered hearing his stories of the war and how the sight of Bucky falling from the train, just out of his reach, would replay in his mind until it nearly drove him mad.  With all of the violence and heartbreak that he had seen in his years, he must have figured out a way to keep those thoughts from his mind so he could sleep.  

It was so late, though. He said he would try to help, but that probably meant during normal hours, right?  He would probably be upset if you woke him now…right?  There was no way that you were going to find sleep again tonight, and the thought of seeing him felt more and more necessary.  You pulled your robe over your shoulders and quietly opened your door, peeking down the corridor to be sure you weren’t seen.

As you approached Steve’s door, you hesitated, chewing on your thumbnail anxiously.  You paced back and forth trying to make the final decision to knock or retreat back to your own room.  


No, wait.

Yes, knock.

“Miss, do you require assistance?”

You cringed at the sound of FRIDAY, resonating thru the hallway.  “Shut up, FRIDAY!  No, I don’t need-“

“If FRIDAY can’t help you, might I be able to?”

Slowly turning to face him, opening one eye, then the other, your body relaxed when you saw him and you exhaled a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.  He looked so…comfortable.  If you could just rest your head on his chest and hear his heartbeat as he slept, you would certainly get the sleep you so desperately needed. How could you possibly be any safer than with Steve?

“Um, well…maybe?”  You hung your head and began to wring your hands together, trying to control the shake coming from deep within you as you spoke. “I had another nightmare, and I was wondering if I could take you up on that offer of help?”  You paused to look up at him, your eyes almost pleading now, “I think I’m in trouble, here, Steve.”

“Come on,” he took your hand and led you into his room, pausing at the door as he closed it behind him, watching you as you sat on the edge of the bed.

His room was always well organized and just decorated enough to know it was his.  He tried to not have too many pieces of memorabilia around, focusing more on the here and now that on his past.  It was clearly a man’s room, but you found comfort there during the few times you had visited.

Steve moved to sit next to you, his shoulder touching yours.  He leaned towards you slightly, nudging you a bit with a small laugh escaping his lips.  “You look like hell, (Y/N).  When was the last time you actually slept more than an hour?”

“The night before the party.”

“Damn.”  He reached for your hand, pushing himself up to stand in front of you.  “Alright, let’s remedy that.”  He directed you to the side of his bed and stood silently, waiting for you to make a move. When you didn’t, he slipped the robe off of you and gestured for you to get in.  Now that the thing you wanted was happening, you were more nervous than ever.

You silently crawled in, shifting until you were under the covers, laying your head on the pillow next to his.  You knew that you were staring at him, likely with a look of utter confusion, but you couldn’t force your eyes away.  You were definitely certain that your eyes were bulging out of your head when he climbed in next to you and you felt his body touching yours.

“Come here.”  He lifted his arm, inviting you to lie against his chest. As you shifted your position towards him and rested your cheek on his warm skin, you felt a kiss on the top of your head.  “I’ll protect you.”  


Maybe a movie would help to clear your mind; a nice romantic comedy, something light and fluffy.  It was late enough for the rest of the team to be in their rooms, likely enjoying the sound sleep that you so desperately desired.  You grabbed your slippers and headed towards the common room to distract yourself from the terrors that come every time you fall into that damn bed.

If you were going to be sneaky, then you might as well just do it right.  With a quick pass thru the kitchen, you loaded a plate full of cookies and grabbed a glass of milk before making your way to the couch.  Steve wasn’t here to give you the disapproving look that he used far too often, and no one was around to tattle.  

“FRIDAY,” you whispered into the darkness, “you never saw me.”

“I saw nothing, miss.” She whispered back, and you stifled a small laugh, impressed with the personality that Tony had designed for this A.I.

“Wait, before you ignore me completely, can you run a movie for me?  Something funny.  No blood, no fights, no…death.”

As you set your snack on the table and grabbed a soft, warm blanket, you dropped back onto the couch and sighed, hoping that this would get the sounds of battle out of your head. The screen lit up with FRIDAY’s selection; as the opening credits began you laughed, pleased with her choice for you.

What’s Your Number?  Nice, FRIDAY. Very nice.”  You tucked your feet up into the blanket, grabbing the plate of cookies, balancing it carefully on your lap.  “I see you appreciate gorgeous leading men like I do.”

“Mind if I join you? I can appreciate a naked Chris Evans as much as the next girl.”

Her voice startled you, jumping enough to drop the plate on the floor and cracking it in half. “Dammit, Nat!  Not cool!”  You bent down to clean up the mess with a huff, pissed that your attempt to cheat on your training diet was ruined.  “Why the hell are you awake?”

“I heard you.”  She jumped over the back of the couch, quickly wrapping herself in your blanket, leaving almost none for you.  “We’re gonna have to work on your stealth skills, (Y/N).”  

“Excuse me?  Manners?”

“What?”  She spoke with a mouth full of cookie, reaching for your glass of milk, “Since when don’t we share?”  Your stern look did nothing to stop her as she finished the entire drink quickly.  “Calm down, I’ll get more, you big baby.”

You laughed and grabbed her arm when she tried to stand, “No, no, it’s fine.  Stay.”  With a jolting tug, you pulled the blanket back so that you could both be covered and leaned against her, relaxing with the contact.  You both sat in silence as the movie continued, occasionally laughing quietly so as to not wake any of the others to interrupt this impromptu girls night.

“I still can’t sleep, Nat. Not since before the party.”  You wrapped your arm around hers, pulling yourself closer to her warmth.  “The nightmares just won’t stop.”

“Are you serious?! (Y/N), you need to find a way to rest. This isn’t healthy.”  

“Obvious statement of the day, thanks.”  

Natasha rested her head on yours with her arm around you, stroking your hair.  “I’ll stay here with you, okay?  You sleep, I’ll protect you.”  You hummed quietly in agreement, your eyes beginning to get heavy as you felt your muscles finally beginning to relax.

“Hey, wait,” she whispered, her tone suspicious, “that Evans kid looks an awful lot like Cap, don’t you think?”  

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” (Rafe x Reader, fluff, requested drabble)

Bc the idea of Rafe being safe & happy and a father is what helps us sleep at night lbr - enjoy!! xx

Word Count: 765

Warnings: Implied past abuse from a parent 


The other side of the bed is unusually cold when you reach your arm over in the middle of the night.

“Rafe?” you whisper, but get no response. You figure it was something to do with work that got him up at 2am in the morning, but you can’t help but worry at his absence. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and grab the robe hanging on the door to the bedroom, slipping it over your shoulders.

You check his office first. The lights are out, the room empty. You walk to the stairs and peer over the edge into the kitchen; lights out. Room empty. As you make your way back upstairs to run by his office again, you notice a sliver of light underneath your daughter’s bedroom door. You hadn’t wanted to risk disturbing her sleep, so you’d skipped it. Slowly, you tip toe to her room and crack open the door.

The sight nearly makes your heart stop. Rafe is sitting up in the bed with her in his lap, his black-rimmed glasses upon his face as he holds a picture book out in front of the two of them, quietly reading to her. Her face lights up at his words and you see his expressions change depending on the character. He loves this as much as she does.

“Dada,” she says, pointing to something in the book. He glances down at her, gaze following her finger to whatever she’s pointing to.

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s a duckling,” he whispers, craning his neck to whisper it softly against her hair. She giggles and claps her hands in delight, turning in his lap to face him. She collapses dramatically against his chest and wraps her arms around as much of him as she can reach.

He lets out a soft laugh, “You ready to go back to sleep?” he asks, closing the book and reaching over to place it back on her nightstand. She mumbles something unintelligible against him as he wraps his arms around her, lifting her as he stands carefully. He holds her with one arm, pulls back her covers and sets her back down in her bed.

“You want the nightlight on?” he asks and she nods sleepily. He reaches to turn on the little star-shaped light next to her bed and sits back down on the edge of her bed, lifting a slow hand to her head and petting her hair gently. Her breaths become deep and even.

Rafe Adler never thought he would be a father. Had never wanted it. He saw what his father did to him and in the small hours of night, he could admit that his greatest fear was not losing his fortune, it was never losing Avery’s treasure to the brothers Drake, it was failing his child as his father had failed him. He could think of no greater crime than crushing the spirit of one’s own child so repeatedly, so hatefully, that they grew to loathe themselves for what had been done to them. 

He thought of his father more than he would care to admit, mostly because doing so would be admitting that he still held something over him. He had just been a little boy wanting to spend time with his father, and he had no way of knowing what would happen, and no way to change it. He would never want any of that for his child, was terrified to think he was capable of it, despite many late-night conversations with you in which you’d assured him that he wasn’t.

“Rafe,” you whisper, and his gaze snaps up to you, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you say with a small smile. Rafe leans down to kiss his daughter’s head before standing slowly and walking back over to you, closing the door carefully behind him.

He wraps an arm around your waist, kisses you on your cheek and hums in response, “She couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to wake you,” he says and you lean up to kiss him, framing his face with your hands.

“You’re an amazing father,” you whisper against his lips and though you can’t see him very well through the darkness, you feel his lips turn up in a smile against yours.

The two of you slip back into bed, Rafe soft and warm against your back as he nuzzles his face into your neck, wraps an arm around your waist and drifts back to sleep. And tonight, thoughts of his father are far from his mind.

O Silent Night

Requested by Anon

Summary: The reader wakes Merlin up in the middle of the night to play in the snow.

Warnings: Fluff, historically inaccurate hot chocolate

A/N: Happy Holidays! I was planning on posting a different fic today, but this one is much more Christmassy and the other one is anything but. Don’t worry; it will be posted soon.

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Working on your requests and on the games for Suga’s Birthday!

Ok so, little update, I’m not dead, I just came home from a looooooong day at the hospital because someone (ehm one of my room mates ehm) saturday night thought it was funny leaving a crate of water bottles in the middle of the door between the living room and the kitchen and plus in the middle of the night, (I’m actually so lazy that I didn’t want switch on the light) so, the point is: that I tripped, falled and nearly broke my right knee and now I’m stuck in bed (I didn’t go to the hospital because I thought that the pain was only caused by the fall, plus I needed to go to work because I’m broke and my wallet is crying).

I’m going to edit the first chapter and continue w/ the project for Suga’s birthday and reply to all of your requests!

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