yes i am laying in bed

Phone Call

Member: J.Seph || K.A.R.D

Genre: Romance, Smut

Short Summary: He was way too far away from her, but his needs were a must- they settled for a medium.

A/N: This gave me a chance to know that I now stan another Kim TaeHyung ;-)

Words: 1k

“This is going to be horribly weird, I hope you know.” She began with a sigh as she lay on her side, phone to her ear.

“I only suggested it, you were the one to agree.” His gentle voice reminded you with a chuckle. “Though… I literally have no idea how to start this.”

Quietly, her sigh made her tremble from the cold atmosphere in the room. “Ugh… So say… I am currently laying in my bed…” her voice, just like her cold body, was shivering with the uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment.

“Yes?” he quietly urged her on, waiting for more details.

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NCT When You’re Sick

Requested by: anonymous (thanks for the hilarious request 😂 it was so difficult to write this without asking myself “wtf am i doing”) 

Submission: “Heyyy do you take requests??If yes, could you do a nct (127+Ten) reaction to you being sick asking them to leave but they stay and then… you accidently fart for a bit?? Because you know, no one can let it stay inside forever, especially when he’s sick😂😂 Sorry if it’s too childish😅😅 thank you for reading this😍😚”

Genre: fluff?? idek honestly lmao

Enjoy!!! early ps: im so sorry if this is a bit too awkward to read i tried ;000 but i hope you like it @anon!!!

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Sherlock opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is Mycroft’s face above him.

“Hello little brother,” he says calmly and Sherlock blinks in confusion.

What happened? Where am I?

One moment he was at Baker Street, talking about a case with John, and suddenly he’s here in … a hospital? Yes, it’s definitely a hospital. He can smell disinfectants and in his elbow there is a cannula. He feels exhausted and every single part of his body feels numb. Sherlock frowns.

“What happened?” he asks Mycroft, who raises his eyebrows.

What happened? What do you think did happen? You took an overdose again.”

“Overdose?” Sherlock repeats confused. “But … When? I … I’m clean for years now. John knows … he knows that I’m clean. Where is he?”

Now it’s Mycroft who suddenly blinks in confusion. “John? Who’s John?”

First, Sherlock thinks Mycroft is joking. But Mycroft is never joking.
What’s going on here?

Suddenly, he feels a twinge of fear and panic.
He quickly tries to sit up, but he’s too weak and now he also notices, that his hands are bound to the bed.

What …

Suddenly there’s a very quick beeping and Mycroft’s confused glance changes into a worried one.
“Sherlock, please calm down. You just woke up from the coma a few days ago. You still need rest …”

“Coma?” Sherlock asks hoarsely and the panic becomes even greater. His breathing quickens and he pulls at the cuffs which hold him down.
“I want to see John. Where is he? And I want to stand up! Now!”

“Oh Sherlock,” Mycroft murmurs and sighs deeply.

In the next moment, there comes a doctor into the room. A short doctor with brown hair and a kind face, and he is, he must be … Sherlock screams, “John! Help me! Something is wrong here!”

The doctor - John? - frowns and looks at Mycroft.
“We better sedate him again. I think he isn’t ready to be awake at the moment. Too much stress.”

“Alright,” Mycroft answers in resignation and Sherlock can’t believe it.
They’re talking as if he wasn’t even there.
“John!” He screams again and pulls stronger at the cuffs. “John, please tell me what’s going on!”

But the other man just goes to him, with a syringe in his hand. In the next moment, Sherlock feels how he slips back to sleep but he doesn’t want to, he want to know what’s going on and why John doesn’t talk to him and why they do this and …

The last thought he has is that this must be dream.
It must be a dream.
A dream …

anonymous asked:

OMG PLEASSE DO FRANK CASTLE X BLACK READER!!! Like she's sassy and doesn't put up with he's shit!! Idk just your writing is phenomenal bro!!!! 💕💕💕💕

A/N: OMG THANK YOU!! 💖😘 That means a lot to me, you have no idea ;-; 

“Why are you on the couch again?”

“So you can take the bed tonight.”

“Oh, am I staying here?” I forgot that I’d mentioned to him I was off tomorrow.

“Yes. You try to leave and I’ll muster up the strength I got left to pin you down.”

“And as little strength as that may be I’m sure it’d still be enough.” I looked the poor guy up and down as he lay stretched on his couch with nothing but a sheet and a pillow. “How much are you hating this right now?” I asked with a smile plastered to my face.

“Just about as much as you’re lovin’ it,” he groaned. At that I laughed because it was very true. As broken and beaten as Frank managed to get, never once did he take a day off in the time I’ve known him, and yet here is is laid out from something as simple as the flu.

“To be fair, you brought this on yourself. No one said to spend half the day shoveling my walkways; I told you there’s a guy in the neighborhood that offers to do it for cheap.”

“Yeah and I offered to do it for free.”

“And I’d kiss you right now if you weren’t all, ya know… sick and mucus-y.”

“Even now you’re still a smartass,” he sighed with a head shake.

I smiled. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!” Which of course he wouldn’t and we both knew; he rolled his eyes at me as I left. I had been visiting him after work to check up on him and to take care of Max; taking him out for fresh air and bathroom breaks, filling his bowl with food and water. When I returned from doing so I kicked off my snow boots and hung my coat. “Have you eaten today?” I got a grunt in response from the giant mass on the couch. That was Frank speak for “No but don’t bother,” just because he didn’t wanna seem burdensome. Thankfully I brought a few groceries over; if Frank didn’t eat it was because one, he was too ill to get up and make something, and two, because he didn’t have anything I’d deem a meal here. Canned beans and toast wouldn’t sound very good to me healthy, let alone if I were sick. I parked it on the coffee table and he cracked an eye to look at me. “What do you want?”

“Hmm… chocolate,” he mumbled with a barely noticeable grin. I rolled my eyes. Initially it was weird for me, dating Frank. I never dated outside of my race before, and Frank just so happened to be that and significantly older than me. Every time I noticed the differences between us he’d tell me how it didn’t matter, how opposites attract, how the differences were what attracted him to me. I asked if the age thing was odd for him, an eleven year gap, and he said hopefully I’d keep him in shape. He resorted to jokes about our differences to help me come to terms, so this wouldn’t be the first time he’s mentioned wanting chocolate. “What, no hot chocolate? I mean the drink, not…”

“Chicken soup it is.”

“Please God, no,” he cried, trying to grab my arm as I walked away to head to the kitchen.

“You can’t stomach anything else-”

“-If I see another piece of chicken or noodle, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Fine.” I didn’t even bother looking for a strainer. This was Frank’s place after all; he was just shy of living in destitute. I held the lid of the soup I just bought and drained the broth into his favorite coffee mug, trapping all the noodles and chicken and everything else in the plastic container it came in. He didn’t wanna see chicken or noodles? So be it. I popped the mug in the microwave as I put away the rest of the groceries. “I’m here because you can barely stand up long enough to brew a pot of coffee, something I never thought I’d see you ever go a single day without. I’m here because Max needs me since you’re currently outta commission. If I thought you could handle a burger or pizza from Gino’s or anything else, I’d bring you that!” I grabbed the piping hot mug from the microwave and a sleeve of crackers and made my way back to him. “I gave you a turkey sandwich the last time I was here. You remember what happened?”

“Yeah, but-”

“-You were on the bathroom floor all night throwing up!” I set the soup and crackers down on the coffee table and cocked a hip, fist to my waist. “No noodles and no chicken, just like you ordered, boss.”


“-You will drink the broth, and you will eat the crackers.”


“-Or! Third option: you can watch my black ass strut outta this apartment and I’ll take Max with me. Your call, old man…” We stared for a second before he sighed and struggled to sit up, reaching for the mug and taking a sip of the chicken broth as he kept the sheet wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Was that a thank you I heard?”I sat beside him, stealing a cracker for myself.

He set the mug back on the table and settled back into the couch, leaning his back against the arm. This was probably the most rest he’s gotten in years and I was thankful for it. If there was anyone that needed a break it was Frank Castle. I couldn’t get him to take two days in a row to recoup. Had I known a cold would be the solution I woulda sneezed on him forever ago. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I am truly blessed to have you.”

“Oh please, you flatter me.”

“Hmm… You know I only said yes so you wouldn’t take Max, right?”

“Oh shut the hell up,” I laughed, grabbing his pillow and putting it in my lap. “C’mere…” He shifted and grabbed a cracker before resting his head in my lap. I pulled out my cell and got comfortable myself, propping my feet up on the coffee table before stroking his hair with one hand, scrolling through social media with the other. “Someone needs a haircut,” I sang. “And a shave, too.”

“I’ll get right to it.” His eyes were already closed and I knew he wouldn’t last long. “After I get to that struttin’ ass-”

“-Shut up!” We laughed together before a coughing fit started. “See, that’s exactly what you get!”

“Mhm,” he said with a sniff. “You know I like it when that fire comes outta ya.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Just hurry up and get better, please?” I bent down and kissed the side of his head; three quick pecks. “And thank you.”

“Hmmm, one more, right here,”he groaned, pointing to his lips.

“Not today, stud.” I placed one on his stubbly jaw before sitting up and going back to running my fingers through the grown out curls on his head. “Maybe in a couple days…”

“Just wait ‘til I’m on my feet again…” A sick, sleepy grin stretched on his face.

I smiled. “You gonna skip the coffee for hot chocolate?”

“Hot chocolate. With whipped cream.”

anonymous asked:

If you were to be dominant in bed, Harry would take to calling you things like "ma'am" or "mistress", but lately when I think about this type of situation I've taken a liking to "my queen". Like when his wrists are tied up and he's laying underneath you, letting out helpless wines because he wants to touch you so bad, and when you lower yourself onto him he bucks his hips up. You slowly slide off of him as you tisk and say, "Good boys don't touch." And he whines and says, "Yes, my queen."


Imagine having memory loss and remembering your mate Alec

Originally posted by accio-hannah

Originally posted by made-for-modern-society

You and Alec lay on his bed.
“…who are you?”
“Have you forgotten?”
“Do you know you’re my mate?” You nodded. “Are you sure?”
“Well you act like my mate.”
“But do remember what that means?”
“Yeah, I’ll be your mate.” You shrugged.
“Do you really think I’d just lay here with anyone?”
“No you’d have to love them.”
“Yes, I would and I love you (Y/N).” You smiled and tapped his face. “I love you too.”
“B-but do you know who I am?”
“Uhm …Alec.”
Alec’s face lit up. “Yes! That’s right, cara mia.”

I'm a Real Boy I Swear
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> Okay before i tell you im laying in bed asleep and its about 7 am when my friend busts into my room.<p/><b>Friend:</b> EMMETT!?!?!<p/><b>Me:</b> *jumps up ready to save my bestfriend but ends up falling out of bed* for the love of the gay gods dont shout whats a matter?<p/><b>Friend:</b> what's your favorite Disney character?<p/><b></b> Looks at them like im ready to kill them<p/><b>Me:</b> Listen here you woke me up at seven to ask me that when you already know?<p/><b>Friend:</b> *hugs* yes i know who your favorite character is but i wanted to wake u up Pinocchio and remind you not to try so hard to be a real boy cause to me you already are.<p/><b>Me:</b> *cries manly tears*<p/><b></b> I couldnt do this without my support they are Extremely amazing<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
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“Babe get back up. I wanna cuddle”

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“Am i too hot for you?”

*Yes motherfucker!*

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He kicked you out of bed

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anonymous asked:

Maybe you could put in the werewolf AU Yoosung legit kicking someone's ass, like while helping Vanderwood or something idk, I kinda just wanna see some badass but still cutie putite Yoosung

OK, I needed to finish this so I’m using this ask because it’s about the same story and I was planning something like this with Yoosung anyway, although, not the way you intended ANON. Am I done???? I will let you be the judge. I can’t believe I spent all day on this!!! Well, yes, I can believe it, I just had to get the story out! Again, Over 3k words….yikes, sorry….

Werewolf AU

Saeyoung lay on his back, he could barely keep a coherent thought. He was being drugged and just when his mind began to clear, someone would come in and inject his IV bag again. He was on a hospital bed but this was no hospital room. He did not know where they had taken Saeran, he had seen him briefly as they wheeled him down the hall in a similar hospital bed. Saeran’s eyes were open but vague. It angered Saeyoung, hadn’t Saeran been drugged enough? He was afraid that if they were able to get out of here, they would have to start almost from the beginning with Saeran.

Time was fluid. He did not know how long he had been kept here. There had been a doctor that came in once and gave him what amounted to a physical. But so far, they had only kept him drugged. He tried to force a change, to push his blood to run like a river through his veins to pump his heart harder and faster. His body would not listen to him anymore. He felt frustrated but he would not give up.

His mind felt fuzzy and he was sure he had fallen asleep, but for how long he was, again, unsure. He heard a commotion outside of his door and he lazily turned towards it, his eyelids heavy, wanting to close. He fought it desperately, trying to clear his vision. If someone walked into his room he wanted to be awake. Suddenly he heard a sound he did not think he would hear in here, except perhaps in pain.

A howl rang through the hallway and into his room. A challenging howl. A defiant howl. A howl that promised pain and devastation. He throat ached to answer that call, his breathing intensifying, pushing through like fire from his lungs. Then there WAS an answering howl, and another, and another, an entire chorus that sang of freedom!

The door to his room burst open and the doctor that had been in earlier stumbled inside, his face a mask of blood. Behind him came a massive wolf with dark brown fur, eyes a honey brown, baring his teeth and growling deep in his throat. The man tried to scoot backwards but the wolf pounced and ripped his throat out in one single movement. Saeyoung’s eyes went wide, the adrenaline helping to purge the drug from his system somewhat, but not completely. He still could not transform.

The wolf ripped through the leather straps that held Saeyoung in place and he wasted no time in yanking the IV out of his arm and getting to his feet. He immediately fell, his legs unable to hold him yet. The wolf snaked his head under Saeyoung arms and held him up, helping as much as he could to get Saeyoung’s body on his back. Saeyoung clung to the wolf’s fur, feeling ridiculous riding it.

The wolf bounded back out into the hallway and Saeyoung saw that another wolf, a little smaller than this one was coming out a few doors down with Saeran on its back as well. Even further, there were three more riders, one man and two women. He assumed they were werewolves as well. His mind was spinning again, but this time with astonishment.

Gunfire rang out and he felt the muscles of the wolf’s powerful body tense, he howled and the others answered, following him down the hall. There were more guards that had appeared, but the wolves did not slow down, the ones with a body kept running straight through, those without engaged the guards, Saeyoung saw at least one get shot, but he kept fighting. The fighting was left behind them fast and suddenly they crashed through some double doors and they were outside. The wolves lengthened their strides, his wolf howled once more, the echoing howls behind them a call to retreat, they had what they had come for. Saeyoung glanced back and was relieved to see that Saeran still clung to the other wolf, they locked eyes and he grinned, Saeyoung grinned back. He faced forward again, leaning as low as he could on the wolf and laughing hysterically. He could feel the rumble of the wolf as he chuckled as much as he could in his current form.

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The Drummer and The Nanny (Josh Dun)

Word Count: 2454

Requested: Yes

I love this I love this I LOVE SINGLEDAD!JOSH gtg also TJ stands for tyler james, and it’s the name of my toothless stuffed lovie from build a bear. yes I am 16 years old.

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Do you ever have nightmares?


Memories everywhere, flooding my brain, my eyes. They creep up behind my eyelids, and they illuminate the room I’m in. The room is covered with clothes whose shadows lurk in the form of monsters, dressers whose tops have rings where makeup bottles and hairspray containers have been with a mirror mounted that reflects your demons back to you. This is not my room. It is our room. It is hers and mine and the monsters I won’t forget.

Do you ever have nightmares?


I am looking into the mirror with my hands tight around the chain on my neck, the cross that swings from it. My pastel hair was a mess from laying in the bed I’d abandoned with her in it, and my hands shook from the white-knuckled grip on the necklace. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Do you ever have nightmares?


I continue to breathe. My chest inflates, my chest deflates. My hands slowly relax. I am not my demons, but I do not have to fear them. I have had nightmares. I have lived a nightmare, and now, with her, I am waking up. I am opening my eyes and seeing the daylight stream down through the cracked blinds of the window. I am smiling and brushing blond strands of hair out of her unaware face. With her, I am awake.

Do you ever have nightmares?

Not anymore. 

Fic: Pins and Needles


Eliot gets injured doing recon for a job. The crew rushes him to the hospital, leaving their current mark to realize he was being conned.

The mark realizes his perfect opportunity to regain some leverage is simply to steal something of theirs… namely, one hitter with a broken femur laying in a hospital bed.

If You Do - Pt. 5

pt. 1      pt. 2      pt. 3      pt. 4


warnings: language, force

‘Rise and shine, sunshine!’

The mattress of Jackson’s bed bounced up and down as he kept furiously jumping on it, making you almost levitate in your still half-unconscious state. You groaned loudly, trying to block out his noisy ass and the sun shining through the curtains by pulling the blanket over your head.

‘You’re not going to spend your birthday laying in bed all day, are you?’, Jackson frowned and tried to pull the blanket off of you.

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Spa Day

Spa Day

A/N: So, I know it’s been awhile, but I’m back! Hopefully this isn’t as bad as I feel like it is! Also this was for @dancingalone21‘s challenge! My prompt was the quote “Oh crap, I’m a painted whore!”, hope you love it girl!

Word Count: 1,007

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, I guess that’s it?

Summary: Dean agrees to let you have a day where you call the shots, but he doesn’t know just what you have in store for him!

Originally posted by superfluffysupernatural

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I fucking fell in love with a false reality that I was still tricked by like four days ago so yes it’s still fresh and hurts and kills me. It was never real for her at all so yeah she’s fine just using someone and moving on. I hate her with everything I fucking have but I am still in love with the role she was playing, the character she put on, the lies, and the false reality. I fell in love with her in a reality she was putting on as an act but it was still real to ME. It fucking hurts. I lay in bed and my brain subconsciously thinks she will be next to me and I reach out to hold her as I’m mostly asleep and she’s not there. She used me, got what she wanted out of it, found what she actually wanted, and left. It’s fucked and I’ve never met anyone as fucking cold. My anxiety is so bad lately and if I don’t get on medicine asap I could get a lot worse. I’m a fucking mess. I’m a fucking mess. I’m a fucking mess.


You Belong With Me (Modern Clexa AU)

Clarke and Lexa have been best friends since the first day of school. Lexa knows love is weakness but she is hopelessly in love with Clarke. Clarke is oblivious, happily dating other people. 

I lay on Clarke’s bed, propped up by several pillows, pretending to be engrossed in my worn copy of Carmilla. But I was distracted, by Clarke. She had her head resting on my lap and her feet hanging over the side of the bed. She was talking on her phone, I was running my fingers through her soft, golden hair. I told myself that it was a perfectly normal thing for best friends to do, after all it was a typical Tuesday night for us. What wasn’t normal was how I had to consciously stop my gaze from falling to her lips or the bare skin of her shoulder revealed by her baggy top. Yeah definitely not normal. I cursed myself for the inappropriate thoughts that regularly plagued my mind. I had tried to deny it for years but the truth was what I felt for her was anything but friendly, somewhere along the line I had fallen completely in love with her. But to Clarke I was just her best friend. I was the girl she shared her lunch with on the first day of preschool and everyday since. She didn’t see me that way.

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If You Can Dodge a Wrench (Part 3/3) (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Here you go , chris-evans-imagines, it’s all wrapped up!  :)

Part 1/ Part 2

Oh, my god that was a mistake.  Bucky is gonna lose it if he finds out.  If he tells Steve, it’s over.  I won’t be able to stay here.  Oh, shit, what was I thinking?  I am so stupid.  What do I say when I see Tony?  God, I’m so embarrassed.  

Your mind was racing as you lay in your bed, denying you sleep that you so desperately needed. Your fight in the lab with Tony had only escalated until you were both so filled with rage and tension that the energy shifted and you somehow ended up in his bed.  It was all a blur, really; a tangled mess of anger, attraction, sweat and skin.  Yes, it was a mistake, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fully regret it, and it could never happen again.  

Your phone began to vibrate, signaling a text.  With a woeful groan, you rolled onto your back and dug it from your pocket, hesitant to see who it was from.  Opening one eye at a time, you resolved to finally look.

Are you ok?

Stark was at the top of the list of people you didn’t want to talk to right now, but ignoring him wasn’t likely to be a good idea.  He owned the place, and could easily find you if he really wanted to.  Your fingers hesitated as you decided how to respond.

Yeah.  You?

Not gonna lie, it was good.

Really, Tony?  Now isn’t the time.

A few minutes passed without a reply.  You were about to give up and try to sleep when another message came in.

I’m sorry.  

We’re adults.  We can both be sorry.

I don’t know what happened.  We can’t do that again.

Agreed.  Let’s just keep it between us, ok?


Deciding that sleep was completely pointless, you jumped into the shower.  The water soothed your anxiety, washing the whole experience from both your mind and body.  The only thought keeping your sanity was that you and Tony were the only two who knew.


“Come on, Buck, we don’t know for sure what happened.  Last time we saw ‘em they were fighting, so I can’t really believe that anything went on in there.”  Steve kept replaying the video; he wasn’t sure if he was convincing Bucky or convincing himself.

“Don’t be naïve, Rogers.” Bucky was leaning back in his chair, sitting at the kitchen table.  His metal fingers were tapping on the wooden surface, the speed changing along with the rapid swings in his mood.  “Man, I’ve got to pull it together.”  He stood now, pacing back and forth past Steve, his eyes darting down to the video with each pass.  “She’s an adult, right?  This isn’t my business.  She can take care of herself.”

“Sure.  They’re both adults.”  Steve sucked in a deep breath, not wanting to verbalize the thought in his head, but not able to hold it in.  He mumbled under his breath, attempting to keep the thought from his friend.

“He’s old enough to be her dad.”

“Fuck, Steve!”  Bucky threw his arms in the air, exasperated, “That’s it!  I’m gonna go knock some sense into that kid!”

Following close behind, Steve was quickly keeping pace with Bucky.  “Buck, this might not be a good idea.  Maybe we should wait until things calm down.”

As the duo left the kitchen, Bruce grabbed his phone and anxiously began typing.

They know.  They’re on the way.

Tony frantically jumped from his bed and threw on the first clothes that he could find.  He had to get to them before they got to you.


You had been standing in front of the mirror forever.  Or, at least it felt that way.  Your hair was beginning to dry, as was the towel wrapped around you.  The steam from your shower was no longer hazing over the glass and you could clearly see yourself.  The face reflected back at you was unrecognizable.  That wasn’t you.  It was, but it wasn’t.  Your emotions were a mess and had made you numb to their effects.  

You have to shake this off.  You don’t have feelings for him.  You don’t.  You can’t. You barely know him.  It was a mistake.  A one-time mistake.  

Your diatribe of thoughts was interrupted by loud voices outside of your room.  Forgetting that you were dressed only in your towel, you ran to the door and flung it open to see the source of the commotion.  Tony was next to your door, his eye beginning to swell and take on a nice shade of bruising.  Bucky’s metal arm was holding him to the wall against his chest as Steve was trying to pull him away.

“Alright, knock it off!” The men jumped at the anger in your voice, looking to see you standing in your doorway, in only your towel, arms folded tightly across your chest.  “Grow the hell up!”

Bucky released Stark and walked with heavy footsteps over to you.  He stood toe to toe, towering above you.  He looked down at you with fury in his eyes, but you held your posture, refusing to back down to your older brother.

“Do you have any idea of what you’re doing, (Y/N)?  Do you ever stop to think about the consequences of the things you do?”  His arm swiftly flew up as he slammed his fist into the wall next to you, but you stood, unflinching.  

“Oh, that is rich, Bucky! You’re one to talk.  Aside from Rogers over here, you’re the most reckless person I know!”  

“What did I do?” Steve looked confused, wondering how he was suddenly a topic of your argument.

“Buck, you’re going to have to realize that I’m not that kid you left behind anymore.  Sure, I make shitty choices sometimes, but they’re mine.” He finally lowered his arm, still holding his stare.  “You left me on my own when you ran off to war.  You must have thought I could handle myself then, so what’s different now?”

His eyes softened, and his expression turned sad.  “(Y/N), I never thought…”  His words trailed off, not knowing what to say.  “You had Steve…”

“Oh, Buck.  Little Stevie had me.”  You put a hand on his arm, relaxing your posture.  “Things are different now, and I know it’s hard, but I’m not the kid you left behind.  If you can’t accept that, then maybe we need to go our separate ways for a while.”

Bucky stared at you for a moment, his expression changing to surprise then fear as the realization of what you were saying hit him.  He quickly grabbed you and pulled you in tightly to his chest, resting his head on yours.  “No. No, I need you.”  He pressed his lips to your hair, whispering now, “I’ll do better, okay?  Please don’t leave me.”

“Excuse me, kids.” Tony cleared his throat, raising his hand as if to ask a question.  “If you guys are all done kicking my ass, I’m gonna go grab some ice for this shiner.”

Bucky straightened, clearing his throat, “My apologies, Tony.”  He slowly reached out to shake Stark’s hand.

Tony accepted, and glanced to you as he began to walk away.  “Until next time, sweetheart.” he said with a wink.  As he turned away, the sound of a thud echoed in the hallway. He grabbed the back of his head and looked at you, completely shocked and confused.

“Ok, seriously!  Where the hell do you keep those?!”

Title: Just A Simple Night In

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Bobby x Reader

Word Count: 899

Summary: You come home from a long day at work wanting to rest and Jiwon is just the man to do it with.

A/N: So this is my very first fluff, or writing piece in general. A friend asked me to make this for her so I did and she ended up liking it so I decided to post it. I hope you guys enjoy it.

 “Ughhh, good lord am I tired” You walk into your house throwing your shoes to the side and taking your jacket off. You just want to go to take a hot shower and rest after your long day at work. As soon as you walk into your room you see your boyfriend Jiwon there laying down on his phone.

“Oh, hey Y/N. Back from work?” He says as he sees you lazily walk over to the bed and flop down right beside him.

“Yes. Absolutely the WORST day ever. I just wanna take a hot shower and sleep.” Right away an idea pops into Jiwon’s head.

“Why don’t you get ready to take a shower, I’ll be right back” He left out the door in such a great speed. As you were taking your clothes off in your room you started to hear a clanking noise from the bathroom, you ignore it and continue with getting ready.

As you walk to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, you open the door to the bathroom and there you see, your boyfriend standing with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair a bit damp with a couple of water drops falling down his face, off his chin onto his bare chest moving its way down across his chiseled abs.

You stand there with a blank expression on your face, which at this point is probably quite red. Jiwon then just takes you hand and leads you to the bath tub which is filled and lighted with candles around the rim of the tub and you can smell the wonderful sent of lavender flowing from the water in the tub.

“You wanted a nice hot bath right Y/N? Well how about a nice massage with it as well?” He said as he stepped into the tub while still holding you hand to lead you into the tub with him. He then takes off his towel to expose his great big member. He then removes your towel exposing your body as well and leads you into the tub.

He then sits down and you sit down with him while leaning your back against his strong chest and sinking into the nice hot water. He then grabs the shampoo and squeezes some into his hand, he starts to rub the shampoo in your hair and starts to massage you head in a nice and gentle circular motion. You start to hum in response to his massage and he starts to sing a small tune in your ear to sooth you.

He then washes the shampoo off with water, and then he grabbed the liquid soap and put some on the palm of his hand. He then started with your shoulders and massaged all the knots outs and then went on to spreading the soap suds from your shoulders to your back then to your waist and up to your breast and then back down to your thighs rubbing little circles to ease the tension in your muscles.

“How are you feeling jagi?” He said as you laid your head on his chest while he’s still massaging the spots he missed.

“Mmm, I’m feeling so good right now, this was a great idea.”

Just as you guys finished your bath, you both just sat there in the still warm water until Jiwon suggested that it’s time to get out and dry off to go to sleep.

You both started to climb out of the tub. Jiwon took your towel and dried off your shoulders and then wrapped you in your towel and gave you a kiss on your forehead. He then grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. You both walked out the bathroom and walked into the bed room to get changed

“Why don’t we watch a movie in bed?” Jiwon said. You agreed and took one of his big shirts out of the closet and just threw it on. Jiwon just put on some boxes and as he turned around he saw you in his big shirt where the end of his shirt hit midway to your knees. He stands there just staring at you with a bright smile on his face, wanting to laugh at how cute you looked in his shirt.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You said when you saw him staring at you.

“No, I just thought of how cute you look in my shirt.”

You both laugh and then climb into bed. He stretches out his arm and you lay your head on his chest and get close to him as he turns on the tv to watch a movie.

He just turns on the tv to any first comedy movie he’d find. About 20 minutes into the movie Jiwon is laughing and he turns to you to see if you were laughing as well but as he turns to look at you he sees that you’ve fallen asleep already. He takes the blankets and pulls them up to cover both of you. He then turns off the tv and wraps his other arm around so your against his chest sleeping. He looks at you and kisses you on the forehead and says “I’m so glad I have someone like you in my life. I hope to stay with you for a long time. Goodnight Y/N, I love you.”

Just a little something of mine...

“Mark?” Jack rolled over to face Mark. They were laying in the bed of Mark’s truck. Blankets and pillows lay under and around them.

“Yes, Jack?” Mark responds, he’s looking up at the stars.

“Ye have the most beautiful eyes, Mark.” Jack says. It was true, too. Under the light of the stars and the moon, they were magnificent.

“J-Jack-” Mark shifts his gaze, now looking at the irish man blushing beside him.

“What? no-homo, right? Am I not allowed to compliment ya?” Jack asks jokingly.

“Well, I mean…” Mark stutters.

“Alright,” Jack rolls back over to face the night sky again, “Fine, then I just won’t compliment ya.” 

“That’s not it, Jack-” Mark rolls over onto his stomach so he could look at Jack.

“What do ya mean ‘that’s not it’? What’s not it, Mark?” Jack moves his arm under his head and puts the other on top of his chest, it always comforted him to lay like this.

“You said that I had the most beautiful eyes…” Mark looks into Jacks eyes, Jack refused to look at him.

“But you’re wrong…” He still refused.

“Because you have the most beautiful eyes, Jack. Whenever I look into them… I’m reminded of the ocean… I’m scared of it… but then I see the beauty in them…” Jack glances up at Mark, tears in his eyes.

“Jack? What’s wrong?” Mark asks.

“Nothing… It’s just… No one’s said anything like that to me before….” Jack says, he moves so that his head is laying on Mark’s shoulder. “Thank you…”

If!!! Only!!! People!!!! Understood!!! Chronic!!! Illness!! God these things piss me off so bad and it’s been on my mind for weeks so lemme break it down for you.

-never tell someone that they don’t look sick. It only makes you look wrong.

-yes, I’m sick. That means some days I lay in bed all day and I don’t do anything. It also means I’m an adult and i have responsibilities that I have to attend to as well. Yes, sick days exist but when you’re sick every day, you have to learn to live with it to an extent. Am I any less sick? No. So telling me I must *feel* better bc I fucking made it into work doesn’t help. I’m not running a marathon. I’m fucking barely doing the bare minimum in showing up. Assuming I’m “better” and then tasking me with more work to do because I’m here and that must mean I’m “better” is so fucking annoying. Literally can you NOT.

-believe people when they tell you they’re sick and essentially don’t do anything in the upper tab. ^

-people with chronic illnesses NEVER use their illness as an excuse to get out of things and even fucking suggesting it is really actually HIGHLY offensive.

-do NOT make people feel bad for what they can/can’t eat if it’s directly related to their illness.

-try to open your mind and understand their illness. I’ve lost a lot of friends who truly don’t understand and think I’m “always” sick for just attention.

Honesty I could go on but these are these are the most important.