your perfect face is perfect and it gives me feels

“Just let me take the picture Harry!” You whined as Harry made a grumpy face towards you. All you wanted was to snap a quick picture of the beautiful sunset that was in front of you and he was causing a mild scene.

“Love I want ta go home,” he was standing there giving you his best grumpy face. “Been on my feet all day.” His tone was borderline begging and you just rolled your eyes.

“We could’ve been on the road by now if you’d just let me take the picture.” You mumbled as you just snapped one last photo of the sunset before sliding your phone into your back pocket. Harry quickly grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together with his as he helped you down the path towards the car.

“Love are you upset?” You just lightly shrugged as you buckled your seatbelt once you were seated in the passenger seat of the car. He was looking at you with his big emerald green eyes and when you refused to make eye contact he let out a sigh. “What will make ya smile my love?” He reached over and grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze before bringing it to his lips.

“Come on Harry lets go home. You’ve been on your feet all day.” Your tone was slightly playful but it was more sarcastic than anything. This made Harry pout as you took your hand from his grip and placed it back into your lap. You reached for your phone that was in the cup holder and began scrolling through the multiple photos you had taken throughout the day.

You were at an event with Harry and it had started earlier that morning and went well into the evening. You knew he had every reason to be tired but you were still annoyed that he couldn’t wait a few more minutes so you could get a decent picture. You stopped scrolling as you came to a picture you didn’t even realize Harry had managed to make his was into. He was standing off to the left in front of the very sunset that you were so desperately trying to capture, he wasn’t necessarily smiling but he wasn’t straight faced either.

“Please jus tell me what ta do love,” you hadn’t even realized Harry had put the car in park. You turned to look at him and the look on his face was enough to make your heart sink. His eyes were a darker shade of green and the corners of his mouth were dropped down into a sad frown. “I’m sorry I made ya leave before you could get a decent picture. We can go back tomorrow evening and we can sit there all night until you get the perfect picture if that’s what ya want love.”

“That won’t be necessary Harry,” You told him as you gave him a small smile causing him to let out a sigh of relief. “I got the perfect picture already.” You added as you quickly got out of the car leaving Harry sitting there with a confused look on his face. He was quick to follow you and as he locked the car you unlocked the front door of the house and left it open for him.

“Why do I feel like this perfect picture involves me in some way?” You just laughed as he followed you down the hall and into the master bedroom. You plopped down onto the bed and held out your phone for him to grab. “What’s this?” You just rolled your eyes as you slipped off your shoes before lying back and letting your head hit the comforter.

“Is it not perfect?” You asked and when you saw him give you a playful smirk as he raised his eyebrow you just laughed. “I think it’s even Instagram worthy, don’t you lovey?” Harry just placed your phone on the nightstand and before you knew it he was hovering over you with his arms on both sides of your head.

“Will that make you happy my love?” He asked as he wedged his knee between your knees and you just smiled and nodded. “Than yes I’d say it’s Instagram worthy.” You flinched as you felt his lips just below your ear, and when you felt his lips press a sweet kiss to your cheek you just wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you,” you whispered but you knew he heard you when you felt him smile against your neck. You giggled when you all of a sudden were being rolled over so that you were now straddling Harry. “I thought you were tired? Been on your feet all day remember.” You teased as you leaned down and placed a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Not really using my feet now am I love?” He mumbled between kisses and you couldn’t help but roll you eyes playfully as you felt his arms slide up around your waist pulling you closer to him. You soon forgot all about why you were even slightly upset in the first place. Your thoughts were flooded with only one thing and that was how much you loved and wanted Harry in this moment, not some silly picture.

[05] Run

Originally posted by armywithbangtan

Masterlist

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

A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and ‘Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes and ideas.

 

Warnings: angst, drinking, got7 appearance, references to smut

 

PREVIOUSLY ON ‘RUN’

 

It was two months after that night when you received a message from Hoseok, you were on your way home from work when your phone buzzed five or six times.

Hobi: Y/n

Hobi: I don’t know how to tell you this.

Hobi: When you come home you’re going to see something you really don’t want to see..

Hobi: Yoongi brought over a girl and told us they’d been talking for a few weeks.

Hobi: I’m so sorry….

Hobi: I have ice cream and chick flicks ready in the room..  



You locked your phone without a second thought, focusing your eyes on the road once more. Silence. Nothing but complete and utter silence, you could no longer hear the radio spilling from the speakers, you couldn’t hear the passing of other cars, or even the sound of your own car for that matter. You appreciated Hoseok’s warning but nothing could fully prepare you for what you were about to see.

 

The guys greeted the beautiful brunette Yoongi had brought home, earlier that evening, with warm smiles and light bows. His hand rested at the small of her back as he introduced the girl as Jennie, when she excused herself to the restroom Hoseok asked. “How long?” “We’ve been talking for a few weeks now. I wouldn’t say its serious but we’ve been hanging out.” Yoongi’s reply was no different then his ‘Its-whatever-man’ tone but for once he actually meant it that way. Jennie was great, she really was and Yoongi did in fact enjoy her company, she was a rapper as well which was pretty great, and he wasn’t going to complain about the sex because it was pretty great as well, but he couldn’t help but see your face every so often while under her satin sheets, he couldn’t help but think about you and hope you would run into each other. He couldn’t help but think how Jennie wasn’t you. 

Jennie rested her head on his shoulder as a random movie played on the screen, all the boys were present as well and all seemed to be engulfed in the movie except Hoseok, who was too busy typing away on his phone. As he sat there with his best friends and a beautiful girl on his arm he couldn’t help but wonder when your shift ended or if you had eaten. He just couldn’t shake the thought of you.

The front door of the house opened, causing everyone to turn to see who it was, even though the answer was clear. You walked through the door and smiled softly and everyone, stopping to look at the girl resting her head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Uh Y/n, this is Jennie. Jennie this is our friend and roommate Y/n.”

 

'Friend’. The word repeated in your head, becoming background noise as you said hi to everyone and greeted Jennie warmly. Before any conversation could be made or looks exchanged Hoseok spoke up asked if anyone wanted anything from the burger joint. “Y/n and I are going to go grab some burgers, anyone want anything?” Before anyone could even think to answer, you shook your head softly and smiled at your angelic friend.

“I was actually planning to go out tonight. Its been a tough day.” You huffed, referring to the only the last twenty minutes, you knew Hoseok would understand. I just need to get out of the house, I cant be I the same house as Yoongi and his beautiful girlfriend, It was only 10:30 after all. Going out to drink every so often became something you grew a tolerance for, and tonight was as good a night as any, if not even better.

Unfortunately the odds were in fact not in your favor.  

“I could use a night out too.” The beginning of the dreaded domino affect began, starting with Namjoon’s need for liquor and loud music. Soon everyone was standing up and ready to go, including the two you wanted to get away from, and it wasn’t like you could just say 'oh, never mind. I’m just going to stay home’

“I’m going to call Jinyoung and the boys to join us, but me and Y/n are going to grab a bite to eat first. Meet you there.” Hoseok stated in hopes to get everyone to leave. It worked. Yoongi was the last to walk out the front door, looking back at you once before closing the door behind him. Oh how he wished you were coming with them right then, how he wanted to steal glances at your smiling face every time the streetlights above would illuminate it.

“I know you wanted to go to get away from Yoongi and Jennie, but the reason I’m inviting more people is because that’s seven more people to distract you. Not to mention they are pretty great people and maybe on days Yoongi brings her here, you and I could go hang out at their place.” You hugged Hoseok tightly before going upstairs to change into the unworn 'clubbing’ dress Lisa had given you for your birthday last year. Minho wasn’t a fan of the short, tight material so it remained untouched in the gift box, never to see the neon lights of a club. Until tonight.



“We don’t have to do this you know? We can just go home an-” You cut Hoseok off with a soft kiss on the check as yall sat in front of the pulsing night club. “I’m an adult, I wont keep running away from my troubles. If he is happy with her then I’m happy for him, he is a great guy and its not his fault he doesn’t feel the same about me. Its going to hurt like a mother fucking bitch but I’ll be okay, and some days I’m going to need you to hold me and I know that the minute I need that you will be there. I can’t avoid him forever anyways… he is our roommate.” Hoseok took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“Then shall we madam?”

“We shall.” And so yall headed towards your usual corner spot of the pulsing night club. The boys had basically bought that spot, the white couch that lines the two corner walls, a black table sat in the middle while white curtains hung down from one side, giving you a full view to the rest of the club.

Yoongi had one of his large, perfect hands placed loosely on his girl’s waist as she sat comfortably in his lap. He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA and he would have preferred her to sit next to him, but she was snug and the soft nibbles she left on his ear in moments when no one was watching sent a small sense of lust to run down his spine. "Hey guys! Where’s Hoseok?“ Jinyoung and the rest of the boys came piling into the usual club corner, Namjoon updated them on the fact that they were on their way. Yoongi, Jennie and the rest of the boys were caught up in loud laughter while BamBam and Yugyeom told their eventful story about the time they were chasing after the same girl only for her to go after Youngjae. Yoongi was mid laughter when Hoseok walked in with his usual loud screech with you following behind him. Hoseok greeted all the boys and Yoongi watched as your eyes went from person to person.

“I almost forgot, this is my best friend Y/n.” Hoseok smiled, pulling you to his side. There you were, standing there in a small pale pink dress that hugged your every curve perfectly, the fishnets that you wore underneath only made it so much sexier. Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the cleavage that dress gave off, and the way your hair was in high ponytail that gave everyone a perfect view of your beautiful face. He almost completely forgot about the brunette sitting in his lap…almost.

 

Seven new faces starred back at you with warm and welcoming smiles plastered on their face. “You are slaying me Y/n, that dress is bomb and I’m shook,” A tall boy with platinum blonde exclaimed, his undercut was strikingly perfect and his hair was slicked back in a very classy way. The smile he was giving you was accompanied by the cutest creases above the corners of his lips, his smile gave off a warm and sweet feeling while his hair and attire gave you a sexy Sugar Daddy feel. How complex can all these boys be?

“I’m Jackson by the way.” Before you could thank him for his sweet and flattering comment he was pushed out of the way by an attractive skinny boy with lips that made Jimin’s look small, his smile a gift from the heavens and the way his brown hair hung beautifully over his right eye. He wasn’t as built as the sugar daddy boy from before but the confidence that was radiating off his pretty tan skin made him seem a lot bigger then his weight would allow him to be. “I’m BamBam, your welcome for blessing you with my awesomeness.” Ah, someone thinks highly of themselves. possibly a tease?

“Oh have I now?” You smirked, crossing your hands over your decently exposed chest. A boy with a soft face and full lips made his way to you giving you a small nod as a hello. “I’m Jinyoung.” His face didn’t match the emotion his words gave off but damn was he attractive, his hair was slightly wavy and parted nicely and it looked so nice against his beautiful completion. You gave him a soft nod back then looked to the next person to come forward.

“I’m Mark.” A huge welcoming smile and you would have sworn his smile could cure cancer and any form of sorrow, and if it weren’t for the slight shaking of your hand from seeing the two lovers in the back, you would have believed it too. His eyes opened the doors of bliss in sinful ways while his smile and soft hair gave you the option to pick heavenly bliss, just by looking at him you could tell he held the key to both worlds.

“Hello, my name is Youngjae.” Your eyes met the sweetest of eyes, with dark brown locks falling perfectly above both, if you were to look up the definition of 'soft’ there would be a picture of this man. His cute pouty like lips and eyes that hid behind his eyelids when he smiled the way he did, not to mention the overly cute creases under his eyes. “You are so cute I literally am dying.” You couldn’t stop the words from escaping your lips and the moment they did, a red tint spread throughout his cheeks.

“He is isn’t he,” A man with a similar sugar daddy look as Jackson, extended his hand in which you took. “I'm Jaebum by the way, but you can call me Jb.” His hair was styled similar to Jackson’s except JB’s hair was a beautiful reddish brown color. “What about you? What’s your name?” You asked the tall beautiful boy standing next to BamBam. His hair was messy (in the sexiest way) and you weren’t sure if it was a strawberry blonde or a brown with blonde streaks, it seemed to change in the light of the club, and if you would have just made eye contact with him across the club you could have sworn he would have persuaded you into not so innocent acts, but the slight tint in his cute cheeks made you aware that he was just a shy cutie. “Yugyeom.” His smile was soft and sweet and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Jackson clapped his hands together and smiled a smile that was right between sweet and devilish. “Now that we have all been properly introduced, lets drink." 

One shot turned into two shots, which turned to three, you tried to drink the pain away but your guardian angel wasn’t allowing you too. You tried to focus on the loud cheers and tipsy games of truth or shots, you cheered along with the seven new boys and six of the others trying not to make eye contact with the mint haired god sitting a few feet away from you. More shots came your way and your only thought was bottoms up.

"Damn Y/n, keep drinking like that and you’re gunna tell us all your secrets.” BamBam laughed, nudging you softly. You locked eyes with his and downed another, “Who says I have any secrets to tell?” sending a playful wink his way sent howls from a handful of the boys.

“Sweetheart, everyone as secrets.” His cocky smile and playful eyes were welcoming you into a game you knew you could win with only a few moves. “Ask me anything then.” The boys watched in silence at the teasing game that could easily be interpreted as flirting.

“Do you masturbate?" Ah, so his first move was to attempt to embarrass me. Cute.  

"Whenever I have the room to myself, see but you already knew I did because Its a common thing, but what you thought was going to happen was I’d get embarrassed and you’d win this little unofficial game. Try again.”

“Okay, looks like I’ll have to bring out the big guns,” He squinted his eyes slightly and looked you straight in the eyes. “Do you ever think of Hoseok in sexy ways?” The way he emphasized 'sexy’ only told you how immature and adorable this boy was and perhaps that would have been a good question… but you were never ashamed of anything when it came to Hobi, because there would never be feelings there.

“Of course I do, he is sexy as fuck,” BamBam’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the blunt answer, but you weren’t finished yet. “If your asking me if I’ve ever thought of wanting to fuck him, then the answer is still yes. Of course that thought has run through my mind, he may be my best friend but I am human.” Hoseok howled in approval of your answer leaving BamBam to bite the inside of his mouth in failure. Checkmate.

“Do you masturbate?" Yoongi awaited your answer, curious as to what side of Y/n, BamBam was bringing out. The soft and embarrassed Y/n that gets red from the simplest of things, like when he placed his hand on her thigh that night in the train car, or if BamBam was bring out the blunt and unphased Y/n.

"Whenever I have the room to myself, see but you already knew I did because Its a common thing, but what you thought was going to happen was I’d get embarrassed and you’d win this little unofficial game. Try again.” Blunt and unphased. Yoongi let out a low groan as the liquor coursed through his veins and allowed him to imagine you laying in Hoseok’s bed, pleasuring yourself under the sheets, letting out those pretty moans of yours. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining you with your head thrown back, a few matted down hairs in your face, your eyes shut closed and your mouth open agape. Luckily the loud music and the loud boys around, Jennie didn’t hear his lustful growl, but the growing bulge was something he couldn’t exactly hide. There was only one thing he could do. 

He gripped his hands tighter around the beautiful girl and pressed her slightly against his member, her eyes met him in a suddenly hungry way. “What are you going to do about this?" He whispered into her ear softly, forgetting it was even Jennie in the first place, your face plastering the walls of his mind. 

 

All the boys laughed at BamBam’s defeat and praised your honest win, you couldn’t help but laugh as well and stealing a small glance in Yoongi’s direction. The smile on your face dropped and your heart was pleading with each break to turn away but your head disagreed, not allowing you to turn away from him leaving small marks on her neck and her giggling into his every touch. They were to caught up in their intimacy to notice you looking. Watching. Dying.

The boys not noticing anything because they were too busy congratulating Hoseok and the others on having someone as amazing as you, well at least you thought know one noticed. You didn’t see Mark and Jinyoung watching silently while also participating in the conversation to not make the observing noticeable, your eyes were glued to his wandering hands and her closed eyes.

A sweet voice snapped you out of your staring and you looked up to see Mr. Two worlds smiling at you with that cancer curing smile. "Y/n, dance with me?” Only it wasn’t much a question as it was a demand, and the settle wink he sent your way caused a hint of pink to color your pale cheeks. The boys howled as they watched Mark take your hand and lead you to the white dance floor, it wasn’t until you were surrounded by unfamiliar faces and sweaty bodies that Mark pulled you close and brought his lips to your ear.

“So, you like Yoongi.” It was at that moment that you knew he had seen everything.

Your silence answered him as he continued to hold you close almost like he was to scared that you were going to crumble if he let go, it didn’t matter that the crowd around you was grinding and twerking, Mark continued to sway you and hold you tight. “I’m going to buy you ice cream and we are going to go talk. Its not a question.”

 

You: Mark is going to take me home and buy me ice cream, I love you Hoseok. See you when you get home.

Mark sat in silence as you spilled every last detail of you last couple of months, from Minho to the train car to now, occasionally he would nod his head or add an “mhmm.” Just so you knew he was listening and usually you weren’t one to spill your personal business to anyone that wasn’t Hoseok, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to run away from the silent heartbreak you were going through.

“How come you and Hoseok never got together?” He asked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. The question startled you slightly but it wasn’t uncommon for people’s curiosity to surface, he noticed the slight shock and quickly apologized for his prying. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just curious."  

"No, no, its okay. I mean me and Hoseok have asked each other the same question, we’ve kissed before, made out a few times, actually we have had sex once,” You let out an embarrassed chuckle, Mark looked at you with a shocked smile and wide eyes not believing the confession. “DONT TELL ANYONE OKAY! Anyways, we just don’t see each other in that light.. we don’t look at each other and see nothing but stars in each others eyes, we don’t get butterflies and a stomach flip when we see each other. We are more than a brother/sister relationship but less then anything romantic.”

“What about Yoongi?” Your eyes stared aimlessly at the empty chocolate chip ice cream tub sitting on the coffee table, just hearing his name sent a squeeze to your heart. “What about him?”

“Do you see stars in his eyes?" 

"Mark…. I see the whole fucking galaxy.”


Yoongi and Jennie walked casually back to their spot from the club bathroom, his neck being the home of a new purple mark and judging by Jennie’s ever so slightly messed up lipstick and Yoongi’s unzipped pants went unnoticed due to the slightly tipsy group of men, the only two sober enough to drive being Jinyoung and Jin. “Do you guys want to come over to the house, Mark and Y/n are already there.” Yoongi’s heart stopped as he heard your name, and it wasn’t until the fact you were home alone with Mark, that his stomach dropped. Where you and Mark fooling around? Where you and Mark playing the tipsy game that you and he played two months prior? He felt terrible thinking about the cute beauty mark you had right underneath your right breast, or the way you looked moaning his name, he knew it wasn’t fair to Jennie. "Yoongi are you coming with us?“ Hoseok asked, snapping Yoongi out of his damaged and confused thoughts. He was torn between going to Jennie’s and thinking of nothing but your face or going home and seeing you with Mark, he didn’t want to see you and Mark sharing stares and exchanging purple bruises because he was so sure that Mark’s charm and the liquor on your tongue would get you to play that drunken game. 

"I’m just gunna go ahead and stay with Jennie.” And so that’s what he did. If only he would have come home with the guys he would have seen that you had fallen asleep curled on the couch. No drunken game. No liquor induced touching or kissing.   


 "When did she fall asleep?“  Hoseok asked Mark as he carefully picked you up to take you to bed. Mark had covered your overly exposed body the minute you fell asleep, he didn’t like the fact that you weren’t aware how little your dress was covering when you slept the way he did, he didn’t want you to be so exposed when you didn’t know you were.

"About an hour ago.” All the boys took a seat in random places of the living room as Hoseok carried you to his room and did what he always did when you fell asleep in your clothes, he dressed you in the first t shirt he could find. He kissed your sleepy forehead so thankful you were asleep to not realize Yoongi wasn’t there, so thankful you weren’t awake to make the assumption that Yoongi and Jennie were tangled underneath her sheets.

Hoseok hated the situation you were in, he hated seeing you avoid Yoongi’s eyes and the way you sometimes flinched when Hoseok himself cuddled into you at night. You didn’t notice it but he did, he saw the hurt in your eyes but the smile plastered onto her face.

Hoseok ran his hand through his hair and jogged down the stairs while plopping onto the white beanbag set in the corner of the room. “So Yoongi left with his girl?” Mark asked causing the boys to look at him curiously for his overly concerned tone. “Yeah.” Hoseok huffed, leaning his head back and closing his tired eyes, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t shelter you from everything.


[12:30pm]

The sun peeked through the slightly opened blinds, practically screaming at you to get out of bed and make a bowl of Kookie’s Captain Crunch cereal. You rolled out of the empty bed, slipping on your fuzzy house shoes making your way down to the kitchen. Jin had left a plate of food in the microwave with a note that read “Y/n, don’t forget to eat and be healthy.” 

“Thanks Jin.” You chuckled to yourself, heating up the delicious food and making yourself a nice cup of coffee, God knows you needed it. The coffee sent a warm sensation down your sleepy body, you hopped up onto the island not caring that you were only wearing your underwear and one of Hoseok’s shirts.

“Well that’s unsanitary.” A very familiar voice rang through your ears so suddenly it caused you to let out a soft squeak.

You were met with a freshly showered Yoongi, he wore a loose fitting white t shirt that allowed his new purple bruises to show. “What are you gunna do? Tell Eomma Jin on me?” Yoongi flashed a gummy smile your way and chuckled at your question, you found it easy to hide your feelings and hurt from him over time but seeing him with her, seeing those marks made everything so much harder.

“I wont tell, but on one condition.”

“And what might this condition be?”

“Can I borrow some foundation please.”

“Follow me then.” You replied hopping off the island and making your way towards the staircase, little did you know your legs were driving Yoongi crazy, because even bare faced and tired you still looked like the most beautiful girl in the world to him.

He followed you up the stairs and into you and Hoseok’s shared bathroom, you rummaged through your makeup until you found the shade that matched Yoongi’s skin. “Here you go you little horn dog.” You sent a teasing wink his way, that yes indeed took everything out of you. Yoongi unscrewed the top and dabbed a bit of the light substance on his finger and began to poorly apply it to his love bites. “Uh huh and what about you brat?” He knew deep down he didn’t want to hear the details of the night he thought you had, but his head kept telling him he needed to know. “First off give me that, you are not covering anything up pabo,” You snatched the foundation from his hand along with your beauty blender from your bag. “Secondly, what are you talking about?”

You grabbed your concealer and dabbed a few dots onto his freshly bruised neck, then began covering them with the foundation. Yoongi looked down at your beautiful bare face as you covered the marks Jennie left, trying hard not to admire your furrowed brows and your boxy poker face. “You came home with Mark.” Yoongi waited for any reaction from you and when you chuckled and looked up at him he held his breath without even realizing it. “And you think I had sex with him?”

You finished covering up the marks and looked up at his beautiful brown eyes, the one that held galaxies, you would be lying if you said you weren’t hurt that he’d think that of you but you knew how it looked that night.  His silence was answer enough, as you began putting away the covering tools. “I didn’t have sex with him pabo, we got ice cream and then I fell asleep.”

Yoongi’s heart raced when those wonderful words left your perfect lips, he knew that even if you had slept with Mark it wouldn’t have been any of his business. Anytime you would look away, he would take in the way you looked in Hoseok’s clothes (even though he wished it were his clothes) and the way your hair was slightly frizzy and messy but you still looked so beautiful and soft.

“Oh yeah, Taehyung is going to go visit his mom this weekend so tonight we are going to cause some trouble. You down?”

“Of course I am.”


You and the seven boys stood quietly in front of an oh so inviting white brick wall, cans of spray paint filled Namjoon’s backpack and the slightly dim street lamp above was the only source of light to illuminate yalls canvas. You clapped your hands together and allowed the apple flavored lollipop to rest in between your lips as you were the first one to grab a can. “Lets do this.” Within moments you all took a step forward and began spray painting, the once white wall had traces of yellow, red, green and few spots of purple. You pushed everyone aside lightly and took the only unused color to finish the vandalized wall.

'Young Forever’ Taking a step back to admire the work, the statement that perfectly described the family you had made, that living in the moment never died no matter how the years went by, you tossed the lollipop stick towards the wall when you are saw bright white lights followed by a loud booming voice.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!" Your heart dropped down to your stomach as everyone tossed the cans back in Joon’s backpack and we all ran an opposite way. 'If we get caught, run, most likely two officers so run in different directions’ You didn’t see Hoseok trying to reach for your arm when you bolted, your brain told you to keep running and to not look back and it wasn’t because you didn’t care for the others but you weren’t as fast, you had to bolt.

Sirens blared through your ears, seeing the faint bright lights coming from somewhere behind you. Left turn, right turn, run and don’t look back. Suddenly the sirens got louder, filling your ears with the sound of danger; you didn’t know where to go until a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you into the shadows of the side of the nearest building. 

"Shh.” The familiar voice and hands held you tight and safe. A hand placed firmly over your mouth while the other was wrapped fastened around your waist, your hand gripped his wrists tightly out of nervousness, his breath hitting the back of your neck. He was close enough to smell the apple shampoo and the faint smell of cherry still lingering on lips from his sucker, the way you could feel his beating heart against your back calmed yours. 

He could feel your chest rise and fall in a very frantic matter, but it wasn’t from the sudden grip he had on you but from the fear of almost getting caught. Yoongi didn’t remove his hands from your mouth or waist until the sirens and light went zooming past trying to catch anyone of the seven. Slowly he removed his hand from your mouth but not yet the one wrapped firmly around your waist.

“I could have been a serial killer you know?” He whispered, you turned your head slightly to look up at his face that was covered by the shadows of the building, only the whites of his eyes were clear to you. “I just knew it was you.”

The two of you stood there I silence not seeming to care that his arm was still around you, not even realizing the close proximity of your faces. The smell of faint green apple escaped your lips and never before did he find the fruit so damn intoxicating.

"Young Forever.”

You looked at Yoongi with a puzzled expression while he let the two words dance upon his tongue. The two of you were heading back to the car, the moon illuminating his figure in such a beautiful manner that you were almost positive you could write an entire song about just this moment.

He noticed the confusion on your face, it was look of pure curiosity and innocence, something he had never seen from you before. “Forever we are young, Under the flower petals raining down.” The words so well thought out and beautiful, so effortlessly he wrote music simply by looking at two words on  wall. You didn’t have to ask if he had just wrote that because you knew he did, you knew because one side of his mouth seemed to curl up, it was almost as though one side of his mouth was the one speaking.

“I run, so lost in this maze, Forever we are Young. Even when I fall and hurt myself I keep running towards my dream.”

He watched her closely as she took in his lyrics and added more, he had noticed that writing came easy to you, when your mind was in the zone it could be a matter of minutes before you came up with a chorus or hook. Your lyrics fit with his perfectly, he couldn’t help but watch the way you looked up at the sky almost like you were asking the stars for help. 'Oh but baby, those stars don’t shine nearly as bright as the ones you hold in your eyes’

There was nothing to be said because when it came to talking about music, he never needed to explain because you just understood. Your lyrics played in his head, relating oh so well with the feeling of being trapped in a maze, he didn’t notice your slight shiver at first but when a strong chilly breeze came and hit the both you, he heard a small gasp leave your lips.

“Here.” He tossed you his white and blue bomber without hesitation, he didn’t care that he was left in a white t shirt and black suspenders, he wanted you warm. No matter how cute you looked with a rosy nose and tinted cheeks.

“No, keep it I’m fine pabo.” Stubborn. He was just more stubborn.

“You don’t really have a choice brat, put on the jacket.” You stopped dead in your tracks staring at him with taunting eyes ready to play the game of Stubborn.

“No, I at least have long sleeves, you have a fucking t shirt.” Yoongi smirked at your small body clutching his jacket in your hands and without another thought he snatched the jacket from your hands and forced it on your shoulders.

“Now I can either zip you up in this jacket or you can just make it easy on us and stick your hands through." You just crossed your arms and stared up at him not budging. He slowly began to zip up the jacket, admiring your body along the way, he was closer to you now smiling down at your slightly softened glare. He loved your stubborn glare and your scrunched up red nose, he loved the green apple lingering on your lips like even they couldn’t get enough of you…he loved…you.

"Brat.”

“Pabo.”

Old friends (5/?)


Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: a little kissing  swearing, drama, angst.


Originally posted by fourteenyearswithpain

 You wake up to beeping, and something squeezing your hand.

  “Y/n, wake up. Please. I don’t know if you can hear me….” You recognize the voice within 2 seconds. Sam’s such a sap. You mentally roll your eyes. He keeps talking, while you wait for the perfect moment to to say something. “You’re the sister I-” Your eyes are open now but Sam has his head laying on the hospital bed. Seriously? What else could he possibly say? You slowly move your other hand up, removing the oxygen mask on your face. Finally, Sam pauses, giving you the perfect opportunity. You yell or at least try to.

  “Sam!” It comes out raspy and you feel like you sound like an angry old man. He nearly falls out of his seat.

   “Dammit, Y/n! What the hell!” You attempt to laugh, but immediately regret it. Your entire body feels like it got hit by a bus. Trying to yell sends a wave of pain through you that you’ve never experienced before. At that moment, it all comes back to you; the fire, the hydra agent, Josh, everything. You’re eyes go wide and you feel like you can’t get enough air in your lungs. You can hear Sam repeating your name, and then yelling for the Doctor.

Ross is hydra. That’s the only explanation, right?

  “Hello y/n, I’m Dr. Cho, but you can call me Helen. It’s great to finally meet you.” You try to come back to your senses and reply to her. “Same here, Helen. How bad is the damage?” Here we go.

   “Nothing life threatening or permanent. Two severely bruised ribs, a mild concussion, and a black eye. You inhaled a dangerous amount of smoke, so I’ve had you on oxygen since they brought you over from the other hospital. Your lungs should be mostly clear within a day or two, but as you heard already your voice may not be back to full strength right away.”

  “How long have I been out?” you only get a whisper out.

  “About 10 hours. You spent two hours at another hospital until we got you transferred here.” Am I at the tower? Where is ‘here’?

“Am I at the tower?” You ask in a quiet voice. She nods and tells you that you’re on the medical level. Huh, I never even knew this was here. Cool.

  “The team has been in and out, but I prefer only one person in here with you at a time, that’s why Sam stayed.” You look over at Sam but he’s staring at his hands. Helen leaves you alone with Sam, and you’re just waiting for him to pitch a fit. But when the moment doesn’t come, you turn to him.

  “On a scale of 1-10, how mad are you?” There’s no humor in your voice. You barely register that it’s your own. You just want an honest answer and for him to get the lecture over with.

  “Five. I would have done the same damn thing, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay, Y/n.“ He sounds worn out, and you feel bad. The pocket knife, oh my God I need to tell Sam everything NOW. You go to sit up but your ribs stop you.

  "Fuck! This hurts like hell.”

  “If bruised ribs are anything like broken ribs, you’re going to have a hell of time moving around.”

  “Thanks, that’s exactly what I want to fucking hear.” You roll your eyes and continue, “Listen Sammy, I have to tell you what happened.” He looks at you confused, but he pours you a cup of water and waits for you to be able to continue. You drink the water slowly, and it feels ridiculously soothing going down your throat. After your finish it, you take a deep breath and prepare yourself. “I went into the building to get Joshua, ya know, one of the Duncan’s kids. When I entered the apartment, there was a man. That’s where all the injuries mostly came from. He threw me around like a fucking ragdoll. I knocked him over, something flew out of his pocket. Go in my pants pocket, I picked it up when I was trying to get away.” Sam moves to the dresser next to the hospital bed and pulls out your pants. He sticks his hands in all the pockets until he finds the knife. He takes it out and sees the symbol on it.

 "You’ve got to be kidding.“

 "Just wait, it gets better. He was an inhuman, or experiment, I’m not too sure. He had fire coming out of his hands, and the fire around him wasn’t phasing him. When he thought I was down for good, he said 'you should be careful whose toes you step on, you never know who their friends are’. He made a call and said I was taken care of.”

You can see the anger in Sam’s eyes as he pieces together everything. You look around the room now that you have a chance. It’s plain, but nicer than most hospital rooms. I just want to be home. As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you realize your home just burned to the ground. Everything you owned was gone. You feel tears spilling over onto your cheeks.

  “Sammy, whatever you had left there is gone. All my stuff is gone. What’s going to happen?”

 Sam moves to your side and kisses the top of your head. “It’s going to be okay. You can stay here with us. It will all work out, Y/n.” You nod trying to calm yourself down. Sam leaves to make a phone call, and when he comes back Helen is with him.

  “Well first, you are going to need help for a while. Bruised ribs take a little while to completely heal, so you may need help doing basic things, like sitting, showering, or changing.” You look over to Sam and wink and he just shakes his head. She chuckles and continues, "Second, your eye will heal quicker, but it will still hurt and your vision may be blurry for a while, so there’s no driving until it’s completely healed.”

 "Yes Ma'am. Does that mean I can leave this damn bed now?“ I just want to be in a normal bed.

 "Yes, but I need to check your lungs in a couple days. If you feel any discomfort, whether it’s when you try to sleep or during the day, let me know and I can give you pain medication.” You nod and as you try to get up on your own, Helen holds a finger up to signal you to hold on and rushes out of the room. She comes back with a smile and a wheelchair.

  “Oh hell no, I am not getting in that thing! I’m not 90. I can walk on my own.” Sam and Helen share a knowing look, but keep quiet. You get yourself on your feet but when you go to take a step, your leg gives out and your body heads straight for the floor. Sam thankfully catches you. He places you in the chair and smirks at you. You roll your eyes and mumble a thank you to Helen.

 "Can’t you push this thing any faster, Wilson? My Grandma has more speed than this.“ You know you sound like a brat but you can’t help it.

 "Alright crabby, calm down.” He rolls you into the elevator and presses the communal floor button. Fucking finally. Crap. I’m not ready for the lectures, especially Steve. I love the man, he really has a sick habit of mothering though. “You know, Barnes has been driving everyone insane since he found out.” You don’t say anything and just stare at your hands in your lap. “The fire was all over the news. It was a big deal, y/n. So was the mysterious woman that saved a child. ” OH. Well…

 "Great. How is everyone else?“ I hope everyone isn’t mad about this.

  "You’re the one that’s wrapped in bandages and you’re worried about everyone else? No one’s mad at you, Y/n, you just gave us a heart attack. Everyone is fine though. I haven’t really seen Tony. Banner said he hasn’t left the lab since the meeting.” This is what I didn’t want to happen. He feels guilty about Ross.

  You sigh. “Sam, he’s beating himself up over the Ross thing. I know it. Hasn’t anyone tried to talk to him?“

 "Steve tried but got nowhere. Bruce said he’ll only discuss projects with him.”

Mental note : Take care of Tony after you deal with everyone when you get home.


 You ditch the wheelchair in the elevator, ignoring Sam’s pleas to just suck it up and use it. Taking three steps off the elevator, you already have Natasha and Wanda right in front of you.

 "Y/n, we’re so happy you’re okay!“ Wanda goes to hug you but stops. She must have remembered your ribs. Spreading your arms as open as you can, you wiggle your fingers while looking at the girls.

 "You two better fucking hug me. I’m not a piece of glass; I won’t break.” They smile, gently hugging you. When they let you go, you see Steve behind them. And it begins…

 "Alright Steve, lay it on me. I’m ready for the ‘don’t be a hero speech’.“ You try to cross your arms but realize it’s an awful idea. Everyone sees you struggle and gives you sympathetic looks. "Don’t look at me like that! I’m fine! Give me the damn speech, Rogers.” Your attitude was on full display now.

  “ Does everyone think I’m going to lecture them about everything?” Steve throws his arms in the air. You let out a quiet laugh and step towards him. You snake your arms around his tiny waist, giving him a light hug, as he kisses the top of your head.

 "What you did was brave, but don’t ever do that again, Y/n.“

  You look up at him and beam a smile at him, "Yes Captain!” He rolls his eyes while everyone else laughs. You hear Bucky’s laugh somewhere in the room but you don’t see him.

  “Barnes, are you hiding from me?” You ask playfully. You hear his laugh again and he appears from behind Steve.

  “No, kitten. I just don’t know if I can be gentle with you.” He winks and you instantly blush.

  “Oh sweetheart, who says I want it gentle?” You hear Sam start coughing. You snort as a response, trying not to laugh so you don’t stress your throat.

 "Alright, can we not do this right now? Keep your dirty talk between you two. Damn.“ Buck rolls his eyes while you stifle a giggle. You can hear Nat and Wanda laugh and see Steve smirk.

  "On a different note, I think we need a family meeting.” You say. All you get in returned are questioning looks. “Oh, I’m sorry, did that sound like a suggestion? Because it really wasn’t. Living room in 15 minutes.” No one expects that much sass to come out of you, but you’re tired and in pain.

  “I doubt we’ll get Stark out of the lab, Y/n,” Nat says as she walks towards the kitchen. You follow, grabbing a cup of coffee with a plate of donuts from the counter.

 "Don’t worry about Tony, I’ll get him. Just make sure everyone else is there.“ Time to help Tony.


                  When you get to the lab you see Tony tinkering with his iron man mask.

  "You can’t change perfection, Tony.” He looks up and grins at you. You set the coffee and donuts down in front of him.

“Glad to see you’re still in one piece, darling. But you kinda sound like you belong in an elderly center.” He walks over and kisses your cheek. You push the coffee towards him.

  “How long have you been hiding in your lab? ” He doesn’t answer, just drinks the coffee and sets it back down. You decide to try a different tactic. “What Ross did wasn’t you fault. You didn’t know, so stop blaming yourself. I was bluffing when I said about the kid’s family and how the kid died. It was just a feeling I had. I didn’t even know his name, but I had a feeling Ross went all 9 yards when he lied to you and a made fake social media for the kid and everything. And I was right. Instead of staying in your lab and drowning in guilt all alone, why don’t you do something about it? You see these injuries? They were a  thank you gift from Ross and his friends at Hydra for what I revealed in the meeting.” That Got Tony’s attention real quick.

  “What are you-” You cut him off.

  “Come with me, please.” You turn and make you way out of the lab with Tony following you back to the communal floor. You walk in together and everyone is already there. All eyes are on you now, but you let Sam tell the story you told him in the hospital. Talking only makes everything worse right now. Fuck this.  You slowly sit on the couch with Wanda and Natasha, listening to Sam tell them about the hydra agent and what he said. Everyone was silent, which kind of scares you.

 You stand up and try to clear your throat. “We have no real proof that he is Hydra. All we have is an assumption based on what the agent said, and that he lied to Tony to push him for the accords. You guys can’t do anything until we have more. You know he’ll probably try something again if he finds out I’m alive, but until then we have to let this go.”

 Everyone looks at you like you have eight heads. Bucky is the first one to speak.

  “Look at what he did to you! You expect us to just sit and be quiet about it? Have you lost your mind?” You wince at the tone and volume of his voice. You can feel the prick of tears in your eyes but try to push them back. Sam moves to your side, but you step away.

 "Yeah Barnes, that’s exactly what I expect. Because you are not going to put yourself in danger until it is absolutely fucking necessary. Do you understand me?“ You move so you’re standing directly in front of him. No one else dares to say anything.

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Barnes stands up straighter and glares at you. "You do not get to give me orders. You aren’t a part of this team, you don’t have a fucking say.” Ouch. Everyone is silent and in shock.

  You turn and starting to walk towards the elevator. I don’t have to stay and listen to this. You step into the elevator and are about to close the doors when Tony steps in.  He takes your hand in his and hits the button for the roof.

  “Why are we going to the roof?” You ask quietly, tears starting to run down your face.

  “It’s quiet up there. I think we both need it right now.” You stay silent for the rest of the elevator ride. You follow behind Tony as he leads you to a sitting area on the roof. As you sit down next to him, you realize you haven’t been up here yet.

. “You know, Barnes is right. You aren’t an Avenger. But you are very important to everyone on the team. Did you know that Sergeant Freezer Burn was going crazy when we saw you on the news? He tried to go to the hospital before we got you transferred here. You are just as much a part of this team as any of us. Minus all the cool stuff we get to do.”

  You roll your eyes. You know Tony’s right, you care about everyone on the team and they all seem to care for you.

 “I’ll make you a deal, T. I’ll keep myself out of danger, if you promise not to keep punishing yourself for things that you have no control over.“

  Tony takes a minute to answer, but eventually nods his head in agreement.You sit together a little while longer before Tony kisses your forehead and heads back inside. You lay back on the lounger and stare up at the night sky. You hear footsteps approaching and you turn your head to see your visitor.

  "How come no one told me how nice it is up here, Steve?” You turn your gaze back to the sky. You hear him laugh and feel the chair dip next to you.

  “I thought you knew. Listen, Y/n, about what Bucky said… He’s not wrong.” You turn your head to Steve, but before you can even say anything, he covers your mouth with his hand. You raise one of your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue.

  “He also wasn’t right. He was a little harsh. I don’t blame him for it though. None of us want to see you get stuck in the crossfire here. We haven’t known you very long, but somehow you managed to snake your way into all of our lives in one way or another. Especially Buck’s. When he first came back from Wakanda, he didn’t speak to anyone besides me. It took him months to adjust to the team, even then he was still cautious of how he acted or what he said in front of them. Then all the sudden you came walking through these doors. The day we met you was the first time I saw a glimpse of the old Bucky I knew. The ladies man, you know he use to be very smooth with the dames back in our day.” By now, Steve removed his hand and you were both smiling.

  “You are the only girl I’ve seen him be that way with. Hell, he’s getting closer to you than he is with most of the team, Y/n. So just don’t be mad at him for protecting you. He just spoke what all of us were thinking. And frankly, you’re getting real bossy, Y/n.” He smiles and laughs as you elbow him in the side.

  “Yeah well, someone’s got to keep you idiots in line. I’m sorry for overstepping like that, Steve, but you know I’m right about having to wait it out.”

  “Yeah, I guess you were. Just let Buck off easy, alright? He means well.” You nod and Steve disappears back inside. You turn back to look at the stars and find yourself drifting off.


You wake up to someone rubbing your shoulder. You open your eyes to see Bucky standing above you with a smirk on his face.

  “I could get use to you being underneath me.” Are you serious right now? Wait am I still on the roof?

  You ignore him and sit slowly sit up to look around. Yup, still on the roof. You start to stand up and Bucky goes to help you up, but you shake him off. You begin trudging towards the elevators when Bucky speaks up.

 "You know, they took everything from me before; Steve, my arm, my memories, my freedom. Now, they almost took you too.“ You stop dead in your tracks and whirl around.

 "I know, Barnes. I can’t even begin to understand what you went through.” You take one of his hands in yours. “But I can’t let you throw yourself in danger to get back at them for a couple of bruised ribs and a black eye.” He stands up in front of you and gently traces around the black circle over your eye. You’re looking anywhere but into his eyes. “I can’t lose you, Buck. Any of you.”

  He nods. “Let’s get you to bed; it’s late.” He stands up, still holding onto your hand.

  “I’m going to stay in the infirmary tonight,” you say regretfully. “I think I need Helen to give me something for my ribs and see if there’s anything she can do about my throat.” He has a somber look on his face . You wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle your face against his chest.

  “We’ll get him eventually, Buck.” He walks you to the elevator and you get off at the hospital floor. The nurse on duty hooks you up to an IV with morphine to help with the pain and you eventually doze off into a peaceful sleep.


 For the first couple days, Helen has you attached to the IV meds to help with the pain.Your throat is still tender, but your voice is getting closer to normal. After the second day, you’re getting sick of staying in the medical bay. You try to get out of the bed, but the drugs are making you feel a little light headed and loopy. You giggle to yourself when you finally make it out of bed, wheeling the IV stand with you to the elevator. In the elevator, you press the button for the communal level and you look to the doors where you see your reflection. Your hair’s a mess, and the black eye is still apparent. You pull up Sam’s giant shirt and tie it below your chest. You traced your hands over the bruises on your ribs, and then over your eye. They weren’t as dark anymore, but they were still pretty bad. I look like a hobo. These sweats are so baggy, I’m surprised they haven’t fallen off yet.

 When the doors open, you make your way to the couch. Your vision was slightly blurry either from the black eye, drugs, or both. But you safely made your way onto the couch without falling off or over, so that was an accomplishment. You hear the elevator doors open and let out an annoyed sigh.

 Before you can tell who it is you speak up, slightly slurred, "I am not going back to the medical wing, so don’t waste your breathe!” It comes out sassier than you intended, and you sound slightly drunk.

 You hear a deep laugh and turn your head and see Tony. He actually kept to the deal? Good man stark, good man. He plops down next to you and grabs the remote for the TV.

“I’m not going to make you go back, I can only imagine how boring it was there.” How does anyone not like Tony?

  “I see you’re out of your lab of self pity. Does that mean you’re coming up with a plan, Iron Ass?”

  He laughs and continues flipping through the channels. “I’m working on it, kiddo.” You sit silently, watching whatever movie he turns on. You can’t really focus on it too much; whatever painkillers Helen gave you are hitting you hard. You hear the elevator doors open again but don’t bother to look and see who it is.

 "Why aren’t you in the infirmary, y/n?“ BUCKY! YAY!

 You look at Bucky and start giggling. "Tony says I don’t have to go back!” You stick your tongue out at Bucky and turn back to the TV.

 "For the record, I never said that.I said that I don’t blame her for ditching the med level. It’s awful there.“ Bucky glares at him and Tony puts his hands up in surrender. He places the remote next to you, and pats your leg.

 "Good luck dealing with Robocop, dear.” Tony leaves for the elevator and Bucky stands directly in front of you, glaring at you .Good God, how can he be attractive all the damn time. Get ugly Barnes.

 "Uh Buck, I’m trying to watch tv but your beautiful body is blocking it.“ You smile up at him. You can see his glare start to fade.

 "What the hell is Helen giving you, Doll?” You giggle and shrug your shoulders, pointing to the IV connected to you arm.

 "I have no clue, but I like it.“ You giggle again and hear him chuckle.

 "Don’t ya think you should be in bed with all those drugs running through you? How did you even make it up here, Kitten?” Damn, I fucking love when he calls me that.

 "Well, take me to bed, Sergeant,“ you practically purr at him. You can see a shift in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. He kneels next you the couch and looks are you. You just stare into his eyes.

"Come on, let’s go, Y/n.” Your eyes widen. No way, he’s not taking me to bed. This is great!

 A big grin make its way to your face and you go to stand up.You get halfway up, but suddenly feel dizzy. You fall back onto the couch, groaning. You close your eyes and feel Bucky cup your cheek with his metal hand. You lean into it.

 "What’s wrong, y/n? Does something hurt? Should I call Helen?“ You feel like he’s bombarding you with a million questions, but in reality it was only three.

 "No no, I’m okay.” Your speech is getting slurred again. “Just a little light headed, sweetheart.” Bucky’s eyebrows raise at the petname you let slip. You giggle again and gaze at him.

 "Don’t look so surprised, Barnes. I know that you know that I know how I feel about you.” Your sentence sounds jumbled,and not very clear, but Bucky is too entertained to stop you.

 "What is it that you think I know, Doll?”

 "That I like you, duh. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you haven’t done anything about it, Sergeant Cockblock.“ You snort at yourself. Bucky is trying not to laugh. He’s also trying to figure out if you’re telling the truth or if it’s the drugs. He always just assumed your relationship would go as far as flirting. Neither of you ever brought up the almost kisses or the sexual tension. You just went with the flow.

 When he looks back at you, you are already looking at him "Well? Are you ever going to kiss me, or just keep playing with me Barnes?” You may be a little doped out, well maybe more than a little, but this has been going through your head since the night on the balcony. Is he ever going to tell me? I better fucking remember this. I wonder if giraffes ever cuddle.

  Before he can answer, you blurt out your last thought. "James, do you think giraffes cuddle?” He lets out a loud laugh. God I love that sound.

 "Alright pretty girl, I think it’s time for a nap.“ He grabs a pillow and blanket from the other couch and when he turns back, you’re already asleep. He lays you down on the couch and covers you up. Leaning over, he kisses your forehead. As he pulls away. you turn and look at him.

"When I’m not doped out, I’m coming for you, Sergeant.” You wink, then slowly close your eyes. He smiles, praying you stick to your word.


You wake up on the couch with Helen in front of you.

“Well I see you escaped the med level, Y/n.” You smiled shyly, moving to stretch. You let out a loud screech when you feel a sharp pain. Fuck I how did I forget? You put your hands on your ribs, feeling tears rolling down your puffy cheeks. Helen sends you a sad smile while disconnecting you from the IV.

 "I suggest we take you off the IV during the day, stick to tylenol for now. We’ll use it at night so you can sleep without discomfort.“ You nod, the tears still flowing. "It will heal soon, Y/n. I know it’s stressful to feel vulnerable. From what I can see, everyone here is ready to help you at any minute of they day. Don’t underestimate how much your friends care for you.” You let Helen’s words sink in as she leaves you on the couch.

  “FRIDAY, where is everyone and how long was I asleep?”

  “Good evening miss Y/n, it’s 6:38 p.m. You’ve been asleep for about 15 hours. The team was called to an important conference about 13 hours ago. They are due back before tomorrow.”

 "Holy fuck.“ I slept 15 fucking hours. Why didn’t anyone wake me when they left? Rude. "Did they leave any notes for me?” Doubt it.

 "Agent Romanoff wanted me to remind you that you cannot change, or shower, without help, and not to even try because there will be consequences. If you need help, I can call Dr. Cho. Do not put any stress on your ribs or abdomen for the time being.“

 You sit and stare at the ceiling for awhile. You have Friday call Helen to help you out of your clothes and she suggests putting a robe on, that way you and slide it on and off. You go into Sam’s room and find long red robe. As you sit in Sam’s room, being happy you don’t sound like 90 year old smoker anymore, you start to remember bits and pieces of the conversation between you and Bucky. "When I’m not doped out, I’m coming for you Sergeant” Real smooth, y/n. Maybe you should actually do something about it this time.

 "FRIDAY, tell me when the team is 10 minutes out, please.“ She agrees. You spend the rest of the night sleeping and waiting.

A couple hours later, FRIDAY alerts you that the team is 10 minutes out. You throw some pants on under Sam’s robe and make your way to the hangar. When the jet lands, the door opens and everyone strolls out. Some of the team look aggravated, some just look exhausted. You give everyone hello hugs, until you got to Bucky. Nut up or shut up, Y/n.

  You walk up to him with a sly smirk across your face. "Welcome home, Barnes.” He smiles and goes to put his arms around your waist. You stop him with a hand to his chest. You fist your hands in the low part of his jacket and yank it down so he’s almost your height. His eyes grow wide and your smirk gets bigger. You take the last step, closing any distance between your bodies, and place your lips against his. How are his lips so soft? You feel his hands on your waist as his lips melt with yours. He laces one of his hands in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You part your lips to let out a gasp and he uses that moment to bite your bottom lip between his.

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  You can hear the team yelling a mix of  "finally", whistling, and then there’s Sam who is fake gagging very loudly. You pull away to catch your breath and see the blissful smile on Bucky’s face. Your cheeks are tinted pink and so are his.

 "Well hello to you too, Kitten.” You roll your eyes and push away from him.

 "Don’t get use to this, Buck!“ you yell over your shoulder as you make your way over to the team. Everyone has smirks on the faces and Sam is the first one to speak.

  "How come you don’t welcome me home like that Y/n? I thought we were cool!” If you roll your eyes any harder they’ll permanently be in the back of your head. You wiggle your finger at Sam signaling him to bend to your height, and place a kiss on his cheek.

 "You happy now you big baby?“ Everyone laughs and continues on there way to the communal level.


"So what was this big meeting about guys. You were gone for awhile.” You ask as you sit next to Bucky on the couch. He throws his arm over your shoulders and keeps smirking at you.

  You lean up and whisper in his ear, “Behave yourself soldier.” You nip his ear and turn back to the team, waiting for an answer.  You see everyone sharing concerned looks.

  You raise your eyebrows. “Don’t all talk at once.”

Steve was the one to speak up. “We had a meeting with Fury, concerning Ross. He had new information on Hydra.”

  “Okay…And are you going to share it with me or keep taking dramatic pauses, Rogers?” You’re getting irritated, but you thought this Ross thing was going to be on the back burner for the time being.

  “That’s classified, Y/n, but we are going after Ross. Soon.” You’ve hit your tipping point.

 "Did any of you consider the fucking outcome of going after him this early, with so little information?  Unless Furry gave you golden fucking information, you are putting yourselves in unnecessary danger. Ross will try something again when he realizes I’m not fucking dead, so why rush?!“ You’re yelling at this point, with your finger pointed at Steve. No one dares to comment. You expect Bucky to, but he won’t even look at you right now.

   Steve tries again. "Y/n, you don’t understand. They-”

  “They what, Steve? What could they possibly have that’s going to make this okay?”
  “They know you’re still alive. Hydra put a hit out on you. You have a fucking target on your back. Your safety is jeopardized because of being friends with us.”  

Oh…Shit… I didn’t see that coming.


@agentraven007 , @cookaloo

Perfect Either Way

Magnus and Alec just being perfect!

This is just a little thing I wrote. Was inspired by Todd’s Sandalwood Tweet!

<3 All of the thanks to my lovely Parabeta, @sfjessii, for catching my mistakes! Love you, dearest! <3

You can read it here on ao3 as well: Perfect Either Way


Magnus and Alec are just getting out of the shower, their hair smells of sandalwood, their bodies are clean and they feel refreshed and ready to take on the world again, well the bed really. They are still so exhausted. Magnus is looking at himself in the mirror, “I want to shave. Time for something new.” He turns to Alec, who is looking at him with the goofiest grin, “What?”

“You look perfect either way.” He steps closer, his fingers coming up to caress over Magnus’ facial hair.

Magnus chuckles lightly before kissing Alec’s thumb, “I’m gonna shave.” He winks and brings his fingers up to snap the hair away…

“Wait!” Alec catches his hand, and Magnus looks wary. Alec grabs for a razor and the shaving cream and smiles sheepishly, “Can I do it?”

Magnus cocks an eyebrow at his boyfriend but nods, “As you wish.”

This brightens Alec’s smile and really Magnus would let him do this all he wants, if it meant he is granted that gorgeous smile. “I trust you, Shadowhunter.” His fingers trace over Alec’s precision rune.

Alec puts just enough of the cream on his hand and lathers it over Magnus’ goatee, “I’m gonna miss you while you are away.”

Magnus chuckles as Alec talks to his face, “I could magic it back if you want me to later?”

Alec shakes his head, “No, it might be nice not to have that burn against my thighs for a while.” He winks, and the blade comes to Magnus’ face, starting at his chin, and he watches Alec’s face as he concentrates on making sure Magnus is clean shaven, his fingers caressing over skin, his tongue sticking out in determined moments, and Magnus finds himself falling more in love with Alexander Lightwood.

“I thought you enjoyed the way it felt when I am su…” Alec’s finger is covering his lips.

“Shh…” Alec meets his eyes with a smirk, “I’m busy, don’t move your lips.” Magnus nods slightly and Alec continues.

When he is done, he sets the razor down and cleans the excess cream from Magnus’ face, “There.”

Magnus turns to examine Alec’s perfect work, not a single hair left behind. Alec’s arms wrap around Magnus’ waist and he rests his chin on his shoulder, “And I do enjoy the way your goatee feels against me… but I have never had the pleasure of your smooth face against me.” He winks into the mirror and he literally feels Magnus’ legs buckle, and they both giggle as Magnus turns in his arms and pushes him from the bathroom, “Well, why not give you a taste then?”

anonymous asked:

This is really nsfw, but how is bottoming for each of you? What do you prefer when you bottom, what drives the other one nuts? Who prefers to bottom etc.? Just talk about bottoming, yeah? (I love your blog hah)

(Hah, thanks! xD)

Draco: *irritably* Okay, now I feel like they’re just plain mocking me!

Harry: *trying to keep a straight face*

Draco: Mocking me for being the bottom! Rubbing my nose in it!

Harry: But I love that you’re a bottom! You’re perfect!

Draco: *nose in the air* …I am perfect.

Harry: *adoringly* And your bottom is perfect!

Draco: *considers* Yes, yes it is, isn’t it?

Harry: Fuck, yes. And as to what drives him nuts– *grins* –shall I give them the list, darling?

Draco: *curls lip* You may give them some of the least depraved ones.

Harry: *clears throat* When I rim him–

Draco: No! 

Harry: *blinks* But rimming is the least ‘depraved’ of the lot.

Draco: *immediately turns pink*

Harry: *continuing with a grin* When I rim him, sometimes I’ve to quite literally pin him down - for my own safely. The way he thrashes, I could lose an eye or something!

Draco: *hiding behind his hands* Are you done?!

Harry: *babbling on* When I fuck him really deep and slow–

Draco: *screeching* That was a hint! You’re done!

Harry: But–

Draco: DONE!

The Signs based on people I know

♈: Loud and restless, always has something to say. Gets angry very easily and starts shouting, but then calms down five seconds later and becomes super sweet. Constantly moving around, doing something with their hands and body. Blunt, straight to the point and no bullshit attitude. Always laughing and making jokes.

♉: Calm and collected. Relaxing and sharing warm smiles and funny jokes. Kind of slow moving and lazy, but at the same time carries a very put together vibe. Always hungry and probably has food somewhere in their bag. Can sit through a week long movie marathon.

♊: Witty comebacks, sarcastic jokes. Always looks like they’re thinking of something, once you get them talking they’ll probably never shut up. So so so many friends, a real social butterfly. A crazy flirt and has the ability to make anyone feel special. Constantly touching people around them and giving out warm hugs.

♋: Very nurturing, really likes kids. Is really into fashion and art and can talk about that for hours. Boys, always talking about those too. Wants to have a sweet relationship, but never seems to find the right person. Wants to help you out. Quite outgoing, always roaming around. Takes things very personally. Very proud of their culture and heritage.

♌: Absolutely always out there, doing something, attracting attention. “I’m the best”, “I know this better than you”, “Ask me I will help”. Confident at all times, likes to engage in almost any activity. Shameless, does whatever they want and doesn’t give it a second thought. Approaches strangers and just talks to them.

♍: Nervous, everything has to be perfect. Takes hours to get ready before leaving the house. Always looks perfect and crisp. Can keep up a conversation about pretty much anything. Likes beautiful things. Concerned look on their face. Will always listen to your problems and sympathize with you.

♎: Cute and soft spoken. Wants to be everyone’s friend. Likes to discuss people’s feelings and artsy stuff. Obsessive musician, can’t live without music. Drinks a lot and then gets very upset and cries. Always wants to be surrounded by the people they love.

♏: Small talk is not for them, let’s discuss something deep. A very high opinion of oneself. Dark and brooding. Huge gossip. Gets in between other people during arguments and somehow manages to become part of the conflict. Generous and willing to share anything with you, curious to a fault.

♐: Looks pissed off and unapproachable, in reality super friendly. Probably has a book in their hand. “I really want to go to all of these places”. Wants to talk about a million different subjects with you. Always making jokes, all the time. Celebrity impersonations. Probably has a better music taste than you.

♒: Weirdo, super friendly and helpful, but can be a little condescending and narcissistic at times. Always has interesting stories to share. Conspiracy theoriest. Here for all the laughs. Probably the first to notice if your mood changes and automatically wants to do something about it.

♑ :Always super serious but actually has a great sense of humor. OCD, everything has to be perfect, organized, and clean. Huge workaholic, but is always down to party. Snide remarks, bitchy attitude towards people they don’t like. Caring about their family and friends. Worried 24/7.

♓: Soft spoken, a little bit odd and out of this world. Looking at you but actually looking through you at something else. Likes to spend days sitting on the terrace and listing to music. Wants to get drunk and dance. Doesn’t like big social gatherings, thinks it makes them impersonal. Always wearing big brother’s clothes.

Be Close to Me

Summary: Sam is afraid to be close to the Reader. She finds out why.

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1300ish

Warnings: Sexual Content

A/N: Sam with angst, sweetness, and sex.


Sam lays his head back on the pillow. He’s still breathing hard. The sex had been great. He had loved you with his mouth on every part of your body, claiming you gently, tenderly, urgently, and almost desperately at times. The memory of his hands and the way they had touched you was still fresh in your mind. His caresses were so soft and deliberate, almost like he was afraid you would break.

You are lying on your back next to him. You can feel the warmth of his leg against yours. His breathing has slowed, but he still hasn’t caught his breath completely. So, you are surprised when he leans up suddenly. He is propping himself on his elbow and looking down into your face.

His eyes are beautiful, soulful. He tells you so much with his eyes. Right now, you can see the love in them, the desire to protect you, but there’s also a plea there. A need you don’t understand. The two of you were just so close. You gave him what he needed; you’re sure of it.

You reach your hand up and rest it against his cheek. He turns his head toward your hand and closes his eyes.

“Sam, what is it?” You whisper to him softly. He slowly opens his eyes. Seconds go by as he looks at you. Finally, he says, “ I don’t want to lose you.”

Your instinct is to immediately tell him he won’t, but that seems like maybe too easy an answer. “Why do you think you’re going to lose me?” He puts his hand on top of yours and continues to stare at you like he’s memorizing you.

“What if I can’t keep you safe?” He let’s go of your hand then and sits up. You sit up too and put your arm across his back. You may not be able to envelop him the way he can you, but you want him to feel it there. You want him to feel you close. You stroke his back with your hand for a minute or two without saying anything. Then you stop and just let your hand rest against his back. With your other hand you reach for his face again and slowly turn it so he’s looking at you.“Sam, why do you think you’ll lose me?”

It was then the words started flowing out of him. “Jess died because of me. She died because of who I am, what I am. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t save her. I didn’t let myself get close to anyone after that. I told myself I loved Amelia, but I didn’t. Nothing bad would happen because I didn’t love her. When I love someone, bad things happen.” There was a long pause. As Sam had talked, tears had filled his eyes. Now the tears slid down his cheeks as he finished what he had to say. “I love you, Y/N.”

You knew it. You had known for a long time. The way he smiled at you told you. The way he brushed his fingers across the back of your hand told you. The way he looked at you when you were wearing one of his shirts told you. The way he made you hot chocolate and put tiny marshmallows in it because he knew you liked them told you. Now, here we’re the words.

You took a deep breath and then rose up on your knees so you could look down at him. You placed your hands on his shoulders as you started to speak. “Sam Winchester, your love is not going to hurt me.” You felt the smile spread across your face as your tears too started to fall. You continued.

“It is the most perfect thing I have ever known, more perfect than anything I ever hoped to have.” You wiped the tears from his face as you kept talking. “You make me feel safe, Sam. I’ve never felt safe in my entire life, but you can do that. You give that to me. You make me feel like I can do anything. You taught me how to protect myself. I’m someone I never knew I could be because I’m with you.”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead, then you sat back down beside him. You reached out and put your arms around his neck and pulled him back down in the bed with you. You put your mouth next to his ear and told him, “Sam, I love you. Let me show you how good that can be. Let me take your pain away.” His lips were on yours again. Needy. Through his kisses he kept saying, “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The kisses grew deeper; you put your hands in his hair. “It’s okay, Sam. It’s okay. It’s okay to be close to me. Love me, Sam. Let me love you.” He flipped you underneath him. He trailed hot kisses down your neck, across your breasts, and up the other side of your neck. All the while he was saying, “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.”

You felt your heart clench. He was so hurt, so scared. He was scared because he loved you. You brought his lips to yours and slipped your tongue inside his mouth. You moved it slowly, tasting him, calming him. “I’m not Jessica. This won’t end that way. Trust me.” It was like those words ignited something within him. He was kissing you deeply and you felt his erection growing against your thigh. “I need you, Sam.”

He slipped two fingers inside you moving them in and out. Slowly at first, then increasing the pace and keeping the rhythm steady. You were wet, and he could feel it. He removed his fingers and pushed into you. You were ready for him, and his thrusts were deep.

Tiny moans escaped your lips. His thrusts got harder and faster. He was losing it; he was close. Then with each thrust, he was saying, “I love you” over and over “I love you. I love you. I love you.” The sound of his voice, the pure, raw emotion. You were coming, coming hard, clenching around him. He thrust even deeper. With a final “I. Love. You.” he was spurting inside you. You felt his body tense as he moved through his release and gave you everything he had. Then you felt him relax.

He rolled off of you and pulled you into his arms. You rested your head against his shoulder and traced slow circles on his chest with your finger. He had a handful of your hair. You lay together like that for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft.

“I’ve never let go like that before, Y/N.”. You stopped moving your finger. “I know.” You felt him swallow.

“I mean ever.” You closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip. “I love you, Sam. It’s going to be okay.”

He kissed the top of your head. “I believe you.”

@nothin-after-79 @jotink78

sh4desofsadness  asked:

Stoned on you by jaymes young with fionn? xx

🚨NSFW🚨
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Not the Same
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Fionn had been gone for two weeks now, away filming his new movie and you were getting lonelier by the minute. Of course you talked, you even skyped, but that wasn’t enough for you, you wanted to feel him, smell his familiar, safe scent. Maybe when the two of you Skyped tonight, it would ease some of the pain.

You were out shopping since you didn’t really have anything else better to do. Passing by Victoria secret, you have an idea pop in your head. You wonder if Fionn is as needy for you right now as you are for him. Walking into the store, a light pink lace matching bra and panty set catch your eye, Fionn would love this. You quickly grab your size and head up to the register with it, paying before you head home to get ready.

After applying light makeup, you double check yourself in the mirror. Fionn never really had a thing for heavy makeup, he always said that you were most beautiful when you were yourself. You pull your robe up over the lingerie, tying it as you let your hair down so it can freely move.


You hear your computer ring as the Skype call from Fionn pops up. You felt flustered, nervous. Was he going to like your plan or be weirded out?

“Hey babe!”

You can see Fionns beautiful face on the screen now, he looked tired, but really happy to see you.

“Hello my gorgeous love”.

God you missed not hearing that deep voice all day. You especially missed how deep and raspy it got when he was tired.
Fionn was laying in his bed, t shirt and sweatpants covering his body, tired droopy eyes from a hard days work.

“So how was your day Fionn?”

He sat up a little straighter so he wouldn’t fall asleep. Fionn wasn’t exactly buff, he was pretty lanky, but the way his t shirt fit his body made him look like a Greek god.

He looked and sounded so tired, there was no way you could go through with your plan now.


“What’s that love?”

Fionn pointed to his computer where your shoulder would have been, now more awake and curious.

“What’s what?”

You looked down, your robe had slipped down and there was the light pink lace laying on your shoulder. You quickly pull the robe up telling Fionn that it was nothing.

“No it’s something. Is that new?”


“Yea, I got it today, thought I’d surprise you.. that maybe we could…”

Fionns now fully awake, licking his lips anxious to see the full set.

“I want to see it, the whole thing”.

He wasn’t asking, he was telling. And now you felt more comfortable knowing that he wanted to go along with your plan, knowing that he didn’t think it was stupid.

You slowly untie the belt, sitting up on your knees and letting the satin robe slowly fall to the bed.

“Holy…Stand up for me love, let me see the whole thing, turn”.

You stand up, facing the computer towards you, letting Fionn get a full view as you turn.

“Bleedin hell, you look perfect, so innocent. You know how I feel about that color on you. Lay back on the bed, want to see you touch yourself. Will you do that for me baby girl?”

You nod, walking back to the bed and laying down, legs spread giving him the perfect view. You slowly slid your hand inside your panties, rubbing your clit just like he would.

“Don’t be shy baby girl, take them off, want to see all of you”.

You sit up, pulling the lace material down your legs and throwing them to the floor. You positioned yourself back on the bed, spreading your legs again and letting your finger continue to work yourself.

“Fionn… what would you do to me if you were here?”

You’re now wet, making it easier to pleasure yourself, but it still doesn’t feel like his fingers.

“I would taste you…taste how sweet you are. Slide your finger inside yourself for me love”.

You do as he says. Fionn is now free from his sweatpants and stroking himself slowly.

“There ya go, just like I would”.

You continue to pump your fingers in and out, getting wetter by the minute from Fionns light moans.

“Tell me how wet you are love, how tight and warm you are”.

“I’m dripping for you Fionn, would squeeze you so tight if you were here, and I’m nice and warm just for you”.

Fionns head falls back on his pillow as he squeezes his eyes shut. He missed you so much, your scent, the way you feel, how your nails would scratch down his body when things got really intense.

“Taste yourself baby girl, please? I want to know what you taste like”.

You pull your fingers out, slowly putting them up to your lips before you wrap them around them. You take your time sucking and tasting so you can describe the exact taste to him.

“Sweet…so sweet and a little sour”.

“I knew it love, that’s how you always taste. You always taste so good for me”.

Fionn was still pumping himself slowly, like if he didn’t let himself cum yet maybe you would be the one to give him his orgasm.

“Fionn, I miss you, miss your scent”.

“Fuck love, I miss you and your scent too. I have an idea if your up for it”.

He was now sitting there fully hard with his cock pulled out of his pants. All you wanted to do was wrap your lips around the head and taste, your mouth was actually watering.

“Anything baby”.

Fionn could tell that you were eager, he walked away to his suit case, coming back with your pillow case.

“I thought I lost that in the wash 2 weeks ago Fionn”.

“I’m sorry love, just can’t sleep without your scent, had to take it with me”.

He looked so shy about it that you couldn’t be mad at him. You understood, if you didn’t have his scent in the bed, you wouldn’t be able to sleep either.

“It’s ok Fionn. Now what’s your idea”.

Fionn was now putting your pillow case on his spare pillow.

“Want you to grab the vibrator from the bedside table, then grab my pillow. I want you to grind on my pillow love, but place the vibrator by your clit”.

You do just as he says, grabbing the toy and his pillow, positioning yourself so he can see.

“What are you doing?”

Fionn was pulling his pants off and his shirt over his head. He has the pillow with your pillow case in front of him on the bed.

“I’m gonna grind myself against your pillow case love”.

You were a little shy to start moving, you had never done this before, well not in front of him.

“C’mon baby girl, don’t be shy, it’s like I’m right there with you, you can smell my scent”.

You slowly started moving your hips, grinding yourself against the pillow as the vibrator worked your clit. Fionn was now moving as well and fuck was it hot. And you could smell his scent on his pillow, the perfect mix of his natural musk and his body wash.

“There you go baby girl, tell me how it feels”.

“Feels good Fionn…not as good as you…doesn’t feel like you, doesn’t burn like you”.

Fionn always stretched you just the right way, and it always left a delicious burn that you’d been aching for for two weeks.

“Fuck baby you look so hot, wish I could feel you, how tight I know you are, how wet you are”.

You’re both grinding the pillows now, occasionally moaning the others name, letting a curse word slip every now and then.

“I love the way you shiver when I hit just the right spot, wish I could feel that”.

“Shit Fionn I’m gonna cum, want you to cum with me please”.

You were both close, and Fionn didn’t know how long he could last. You hear Fionn growl out your name just as you cum, you knew he had cum as well.

“Fuck baby, I needed that, thank you”.

“I didn’t do anything Fionn, but in two days maybe I can ride you instead of your pillow”.

You can see Fionn smile, he knew two days wasn’t long, but it felt like forever to him.

“Two days munch, then I’m really gonna make you shiver”.
That was a promise that you hoped he would keep. Fionn pulled the pillow case off that was now covered in his cum, throwing it in a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room.

“What are you gonna sleep with now love?”

He’s back rummaging through his suit case, the next thing you see is a blur of hot pink as he comes back to the bed.

“Fionn Whitehead is that my hoodie?”

“I’m sorry love, but sometimes one thing gets dirty so I need a back up. Don’t be mad”.

He looked like a scolded puppy, of course you couldn’t be mad at him, especially not when you missed him this much.

“I’m not mad, it’s sweet you take my things with you, I like it”.

Fionn smiled at you shyly. After you both dressed Fionn laid down placing the laptop on the spare pillow beside his head.

“Don’t want to hang up tonight love. Can you sleep with me? Just position your laptop like this”.

You did exactly as Fionn did placing the laptop on the spare pillow so it seemed that he was sleeping with you.

“Love you munch, sleep well”.

“You too my love”.

Clumsy - Cisco Ramon x Reader

Originally posted by artsy-blog-aesthetic

Originally posted by dailycisco

Originally posted by fantasysystem

 Fandom: The Flash

 Pairing: Cisco x Reader

 Warnings: Fumbling, cussing


 Caitlin, Barry, and I are looking into more information on F.I.R.E.S.T.O.R.M for the Professor, while in STAR Labs. Looking down at the Ipad in my hands, I don’t even register the door to the Lab opening, nor a figure walking in, until a voice pipes up. “Hey guys, what’re you up to?” My head snaps up as the Ipad falls from my hands with a clatter, and the jerking from my head causes my whole body to fumble, causing me to fall off my seat with groan of pain.

 “Alix, you okay?” My brother calls from across the room as I slowly sit up, giving a thumbs up as Caitlin giggles, and Cisco is almost instantly by my side.

 “Alix?” My eyes widen at his voice, and as he reaches out to touch my elbow I jump to my feet, stumbling back into a cart of instruments, the tools fall off as I go feet over head over the silver cart, letting out a miserable groan. “Alix!” Cisco races over I struggle to sit up, my face burning with heat, and Cisco kneels beside me, holding out his hand.

 “I’m fine. No worse than usual.” I mutter, but take his hand anyway, causing him to smile as he pulls me to my feet.

 “Anything I need to bandage?” Caitlin offers with a mischievous glimmer behind her eyes.

 “No.” I respond as Cisco says “Nothing I can’t handle.” causing my face to become engulfed in flames once again. “I’m fine, Cis.”

 “You have a cut on your forehead, from where it connected with the ground.” He argues, leading me over to the medical wing of the labs, where he has me sit on the bed, while he digs around in the First Aid kit, before producing a bandaid from the cut above my eye.

 “I swear you guys only keep me around cause I’m Barry’s sister, and my water abilities.” I mutter as he steps away.

 “No, that’s not it. We keep you around because you’re hilarious to watch.” Cisco answers playfully, a smile on his handsome face, though his words strike a cord of hurt in my chest, which I only let become visible once he’s walked out of the room.


 Reaching above my head, I unscrew the light bulb from the chief of police’s office, dropping the burnt out bulb into the trashcan below my feet, the stepladder wobbles for a second as I start to screw in the new bulb. The door opens to my left, though I don’t notice at first. “Hey, Alix?” I turn at the sound of Cisco calling my name, stumbling as the stepladder wobbles, and Cisco drops whatever is in his hands as I go falling, reacting just in time to catch me, my face burning as he carefully sets me on my feet. “You okay?”

 “Y-Yeah. Fine.” i shake my head, tucking a lock of brown hair behind my ear. “What did you need?” Recognition lights up his eyes as he steps back over to the door, picking up what I now realize is a Sketchpad, my sketchpad, and walks over to me.

 “Did you draw this?” I tilt my head as he shoves the picture of Vibe’s outfit ideas under my nose.

 “O-Oh, yes, I wanted to surprise you, but I was brainstorming suit ideas for you.” I manage to stammer out, and he smiles as he looks over the outfits, before reaching out to grab my hand, placing a kiss to my knuckles, causing my face to start to burn once more.

 “You’re the best.” He says, moving to leave the room, my heart thrumming as I bite the inside of my cheek, and climb up the stepladder to finish screwing in the light bulb.


 Shuffling down to the cortex, my heart rapidly beating as I sit down, mind racing over the details of the latest in a long line of problems. Harrison Wells is back, but he’s from another Earth, and his daughter has been captured by a villain called Zoom. The man, who tried to killed Cisco, then myself, according to one of Cisco’s vibes, then man who then truly tried to kill me and resulting in the death of Eddie, the man who’s face haunts my nightmares, just wandering freely around the halls of STAR labs. “Alix,” My heart jolts in my chest, and my head snaps over to see Harrison Wells standing in the doorway of the Cortex, sipping on some coffee. “you look well.”

 “W-What do you want?” I ask, causing him to frown, shaking his head.

 “Your brother and boyfriend-”

 “Cisco isn’t my boyfriend.” I snap, causing him to look surprised.

 “Alright, your brother, and Cisco were telling me about this Eobard Thawne, that pretended to be this world’s Harrison Wells.” He slowly steps forward, squatting before me. “You know that I’m not him.”

 “Yeah, well it’s your face that haunts me every fucking night.” I snarl, causing him to look taken aback.

 “True. But, I’ve never tried to kill you. When Reverb was decimating others, even when you were dating, you sacrificed yourself to protect someone I care about.” Harrison states, causing me to look away, biting my lip.

 “You can tell me all about this other me, and how she was a noble person, or whatever, but I’m the only me that I know, so I don’t care what you think, but I’m not trusting you.” I retort sharply, causing him to sigh, standing to walk away. “I just don’t trust your face, because it killed the one I loved, once already.” I whisper once he’s out of earshot.


 “Hey, Alix!” I jump at the sound of my name, shifting right off the stool with my coffee in my hand, causing it to cover my brand new white blouse, causing me to huff as Cisco winces, crossing over to my side to help me sit up. “Sorry, sorry.” He apologizes as stumble to my feet, my arm in his hand as he helps me up, and I look down at my blouse, letting out a sigh.

 “Dammit, this was brand new.” I growl, causing him to frown, shuffling out of his hoodie, before he hands it to me. “Wha-?”

 “Just take it. It’s not as nice as a new shirt, but it’ll cover the stain long enough for you to get home, and change. I’ll replace the coffee for you.” He picks up my cup from the floor, and shakes his head, walking over to the counter to toss the cup away. I watch as he flirts with the female barista, with dark blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and ample breasts practically sticking out of her shirt, causing an uncomfortable churning to fill my stomach as I shrug on his jacket, zipping it up as I start towards the door, inhaling his scent deeply. Allspice, something smokey, and a hint of sugarcane with something purely Cisco. “Hey!” I jump, turning around with a stumble, Cisco’s hand shoots out, snatching my wrist up as he catches me from falling, my hands landing on his chest as he maneuvered the coffee cups as he hand pulled me up. I blink in surprise as he smiles at me.

 “S-Sorry.” I stumble back as he chuckles, handing me my coffee, my usual order of a chocolate macchiato, and I sip the steaming beverage, looking over at Cisco who beside me as we walk in comfortable silence down the sidewalk towards Star labs.

 “Finally!” Caitlin greets, walking up to hook arms with me. “Where’d you go, Cisco?”

 “Jitters, I wanted a coffee.” Cisco answer, causing the red head to shake her head.

 “You already have a coffee at your desk.”

 “It was cold.”

 “Where we’re you?” Caitlin asks, looking over at me, eyes sparkling as she notices the jacket I’m wearing.

 “I was at Jitters, doing some last minute work. Same as every day.”

 “Ah.”Caitlin nods, tugging me towards the Cortex, leaving Cisco, Barry, Jesse, and Harry behind.


 Glaring into the glass in my hand, the murky alcohol simply stares back at me with inky brown eyes, and not the answer to my question. “Hey, Alix.” Caitlin greets as she slings her arm around my shoulders.

 “Hey! How’s my favorite girl?” Cisco greets, throwing his arm around me as well, his face falls as I throw back the rest of my drink, reaching over the bar to grab a bottle, and pour another glass of whatever, throwing that back as well. “Hey hey hey,” Cisco stops me from pouring another drink as Caitlin saunters off, and his lifts my face by the chin, with two fingers. “what’s wrong?”

 “Nothing.” I retort sharply, going to look away, when he grabs my chin now.

 “Hey, come on. You’re my favorite girl, yeah?” He smiles at me. “I know when something is wrong.”

 “I-” I bite my bottom lip, which is attempting to quiver as tears well in my eyes, suddenly he’s hugging me as I clench a fist in his shirt, sniffling as he tries to sooth me.

 “It’s alright. Tell me what’s wrong.” He asks softly.

 “I don’t know what to do.” I whimper, causing his face to fall as he rests his forehead against my own.

 “Breathe, and tell old Cisco what’s wrong.”

 “I’m in love, with someone who doesn’t love me back!” I howl out, burying my face his chest once more, he stiffens, before his arms come up, and wrap around me in a warm, gentle, loving hug. “He’s so perfect and understanding, and sweet, and I’m just… me.”

 “It’s alright. I promise, it’s alright. Tell me who it is, and I will give him the talking to of his life. How dare he make my favorite girl cry, and feel like she’s less than perfect. I swear I’ll vibe him into next year.” His threats make me laugh tearfully. “Any guy would be lucky to have your love, sweetheart. Nobody would refuse you.”

 “You would.” I murmur, and he stiffens, causing me to realize that he heard me, causing me to panic, pulling back in a flail, tumbling from my seat, I squawk as Cisco catches me in his arms, pulling me to my feet with his arm around my waist.

 “You think I would reject you? I was going crazy, thinking you couldn’t possibly love me!” He says as he rests his hand on my cheek, wiping away an stray tear, causing me to blink, reaching up to trace over where his searing touch was, I look into his eyes.

 “We’ve made fools of ourselves, dancing around each other, haven’t we?” I ask softly, causing him to beam at me.

 “I think so.” I blush as he looks at me. “Hey, guess what.” He leans down, capturing my lips in a warm, firm, loving kiss, before pulling away as I gape at him like a fish. “I love you.”

 “I- you- and-” I stammer, causing him to smile, laughing at me as he bends down, stealing another kiss.

Harry Styles Daughter Imagine


[Harry with kids is my absolute favorite. UGH]


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anonymous asked:

Can you do a one shot where the reader is in ravenclaw and she's really quite and dating George. And it's the holidays and lots of fluff

Me and George have been together for almost two years now. Dating George is a bit different than many people imagine it would be. People think it’s just pranking and doing other grazy things all the time but there was a softer side of him. Well.. He’s human after all. Of course he wants to cuddle and just have good and relaxing time just like any other. I went to winter holidays at Weasleys because we wanted to spend the holiday together. It has been our fifth year and it was pretty calm thinking last year there was a huge big ass snake going around school. Luckily this year hasn’t been AS wild. People were really surprised that we were together since i’m really quiet and shy and don’t really go around joking like them. Basically we are really different as people and we were the last two people expected to get together.

We were at the burrow by the fireplace just cuddling together in silence his nose in my hair sniffing it quietly. He was rubbing my other arm and our eyes are closed. I don’t know how long we have been there but it feels like forever and there isn’t any other place i rather be. He suddenly stops rubbing my arm and pretty much after that i can hear weak snoring behind me, his nose still in my hair. I don’t even bother opening my eyes and just let myself fall asleep as well. I woke up early in the morning due the uncomfortablenss of the couch and noticed George being awake too. “Were you staring at me?” I ask him. “Well you looked so cute while sleeping i couldn’t help myself but stare.” I chuckled to that and asked how long he’s been awake “Not long just enough time to look at your cute face for awhile before you wake up” He chuckled to that and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Also i might have been awake long enough to make you some breakfast.” I looked him in disbelief. “I thought you couldn’t cook that well?” I asked. He gets shy (Which he doesn’t do really often) “Yea well i’m really bad at it and trutfully.. I burned the food i was about to make so i have some toast instead..I was sure i could handle that but looks like i’m worse than i thought i was.” He looks kinda down after saying the last part. This is not the first time he’s down about being a bad cook. “Hey. You might not be the perfect cook but i still love you. Your imperfections are perfect for me.” I say trying to make him feel better. His face lights up straight away. “Really? You think i’m perfect?” “Perfect for me.” He places a soft kiss on my lips and whispers “You are perfect. I love you.” And gives me another kiss. “I love you too.”

Want U Cam - Kai Focus

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Pairing:
Kim Jongin x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Rating: T
Summary: You discover the ‘Want U Cam’ featuring Jongin from The Show. You can’t help yourself from admiring him while he admires you.
Word Count: 478


After a long day at the bar, you finally get off your shift; cooking Jongin’s favourite and placing it in the oven to keep warm while he’s still at practice. You sit down on the couch and start browsing through YouTube videos, laughing at the reaction videos of EXO, until you find one that peaks your interest.

The Show Want U Cam – Kai Focus

You remember when they filmed this the other week but you never really got around to watching it so – while Jongin’s working – you decide to have a look.

His silver hair and bronze skin take up most of the laptop screen and you giggle at how up-close and personal the camera is. Soon, you can’t help but become entranced by the subtle expressions he wears, the way he bites his lips and looks down the camera like he’s looking directly at you.

Jongin walks in the door, about twenty minutes after you began watching the same video on repeat – and connected the laptop to the TV – but you don’t hear him.

He chuckles as he takes off his jacket and shoes, hearing you singing along to ‘Overdose’ in the living room.

“Jagiya!” He calls but there’s no reply, pouting a little, he decides to investigate why you and the babies aren’t running to him.

The sight before him causes a large grin to spread across his face, crinkling his eyes as he leans against the wall and watches you. You are so absorbed, singing only his parts and dancing near perfect to the parts he’s taught you; the dogs watching you as intensely as you watch the TV.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity, Jongin slides in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying to the music where you don’t know the moves, which causes you to jump in surprise.

“Jagi, I called out to you and instead you were staring at me on YouTube instead of giving me a ‘hello’ kiss.” You giggle when you feel his pouting lips press against your cheek and you feel your ears grow hot with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, my love. You know I’m your biggest fan and I wanted to be part of the thousands who watched it.” You turn around to face him, running a hand through his silver hair, tugging gently at the ends which causes Jongin to sigh. “But you know what I get that all those other women don’t?” Jongin grins, shaking his head and closing his eyes as you both continue to sway to the music that is no longer playing.

“I get you, all of you. Chicken obsessed, dog loving, sweet-hearted Jongin; you are everything I need and I love that you are mine.” Jongin chuckles at your words, wrapping you up in a tight hug as his babies finally pine for his attention.

“And you’re all mine, Jagiya.”

Jealousy ~Imagine/Oneshot~

Kit Walker x Reader

Requested by @just-another-fanfic-writer“It’s me again lol, I was thinking, a story where the reader bribes one of the guards to get them out (maybe by doing something sexual) then Kit gets really jealous and confronts them about it after they get out?”

A/N: I am not entirely sure what the difference between an imagine and a oneshot is, if there even is one, so mine will probably always be marked as both. So, I didn’t know if you had a specific ending or anything else in mind, but I did my best; sorry if the ending was a little rushed or if it just isn’t written very well. Thank you for the request, lovely! x

Originally posted by lord-bat-jesus

Briarcliff Manor was, in the purest sense of the word, Hell. Which was ironic given it was run by the Catholic Church. But there was nothing ‘holy’ about the asylum. Everything concerning the grounds, including but not limited to the conditions as well as the staffed nuns, were deplorable.

That was why you and Kit had to get out while you were still able.

There had been escape attempts made before, all of which had fallen through in some form. But there had always been someone else with you. Now Lana and Shelley were missing, and Grace was dead. Kit and you only had each other now.

So far trying to sneak out during an event where everyone would be otherwise distracted hadn’t worked in your favor. You knew there were very few opportunities you could take, and when you noticed the solitary guard watching over you and Kit as you two were working alone in the manor’s respected bakery, you knew what you had to do.

“Keep working,” you muttered to Kit.

He turned to you as you set down the rolling pin and started walking away. His hand shot out to gently grab your arm, tugging you back to him. “Whoa, [Y/N], what are you doing?” he whispered.

“I’m getting us out of here.”

Holding his gaze for a second, you slipped from his grip and took a deep breath, heading back in your original direction. Your stomach churned just at the mere thought of what you were about to do. But you knew that it would be more than worth it at the end. So long as it got both you and Kit out of that place once and for all.


Never before had you ever been so disgusted with yourself. By the time the guard had finished, you felt as though every inch of your skin was covered in the worst kind of filth, the invisible kind that clung and would never wash off. But you schooled your expression so it only conveyed your earnest intentions.

Discretely wiping your mouth as he redid his pants, you rose from your knees, cradling your arms as you awaited the verdict. After what you just did, you had to hold onto the hope that he would follow through on his end of the bargain. Bribing a guard to let you out of the asylum was a dangerous game. He still could very well refuse and march you right up to Sister Jude for your ‘insolence.’

The guard scrutinized you for a moment before nodding his head. “I’ll get it taken care of.”


Kit had been different towards you ever since you’d taken the initiative. There hadn’t been much to be happy about in the asylum, but even with the sun beating down of his face for the first time in months, he still remained short with you. He was colder, more distant. You couldn’t understand what you had done for him to behave in such a way towards you.

“Kit, talk to me,” you implored gently out of concern for him. “What’s wrong?”

The only response you got from him was a shake of the head. It frustrated you. Clearly something was the matter, but he wasn’t telling you anything. You thought that after all you two had gone through together that he’d know he could tell you anything. If it was something you could help with, you wanted to help, you wanted to know.

Determined, you reached out to touch his shoulder. “No, don’t give me that, what’s going on?”

With a sigh he pulled out of your reach. “It’s nothing, [Y/N]. Just … give me some space for a few minutes, will you?” he requested.

The frustration building from his lack of communication was quickly adding onto the consternation you were feeling, and it only culminated into the perfect storm for a worried frenzy of sorts. This wasn’t the Kit that you’d come to know. Your Kit would never turn you away like that.

“What is the matter with you?” you demanded apprehensively, grabbing at his arm and trying to get him to face you. “Why won’t you just talk to me?” The perfect storm brewing inside of you only intensified the longer he refused to so much as look at you. “Damn it, Kit, what the hell is your problem?”

Kit continued to yank his arm from your grip each time you managed to get ahold of it, but finally he’d reached his limit, and before you knew it, you were pinned up against the nearest wall. His hold on you wasn’t at all painful, just strong enough to keep you in place, but the sudden movement had startled you into releasing a small squeak as your back pressed against the solid surface.

At the utterance he loosened his already slackened grip, but kept his hands planted firmly on your shoulders, discouraging you from moving away while encouraging you to listen to what he had to say. “My problem is what you did, [Y/N],” he said lowly.

“What I did?” you repeated, perplexed. “What did I do?”

“With the guard.”

You shook your head, not wanting to think about how you’d lowered yourself just to ensure your, and Kit’s, freedom. “We’re out of there, Kit; we’re finally free. What I did for that doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter, [Y/N]. It matters to me.” Kit removed his hands from you and paced away a few steps. He roughly raked a hand through his hair. “You just – Seeing you offer yourself like that … You don’t understand what that felt like, [Y/N].”

Frowning, you stepped forward, slowly almost as though not to startle a deer. “What are you saying, Kit?”

Kit turned back to look at you. There was a certain look to his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, some sort of pain you didn’t recognize. “I’m saying …” He trailed off with a frustrated sigh, reaching out to gently tug you closer. But instead of finishing his thought, he muttered something to himself, and then his lips were on yours.

In reality the contact only lasted a second. In your mind it lasted an eternity. You were too stunned to react, so you just stood there until he pulled away. Your heart fluttered as he gazed at you.

It would be a lie if you claimed you hadn’t imagined a scenario where that would happen. But never had you imagined it would actually happen one day, much less in such an unorthodox manner.

“It’s so stupid,” he muttered, “But I was jealous.”

Gradually coming out of your shock, you released a small laugh at the confession. “That’s ridiculous. You think I wanted to do that? Kit, I only did that so we could escape; so you could get out.” You reached out and took his face in your hands, making him look at you in the eye. “I only did it because I couldn’t risk another failed attempt. You had to get out before they sent you to the chair,” you murmured.

Leaning forward you pressed your lips against his lightly before pulling away to rest your forehead against his.

“Trust me, Kit, you have nothing to be jealous over,” you assured him, “I only want you.”

anonymous asked:

How do you recommend dealing with strong insecurity? I have genetic dark circles (I'm Indian). My doctor has told me there's no solution and when I wear makeup it never looks right- tan concealer usually caters to white people tan, not Asian people tan. It's just hard because I'm a sophomore and I have dark circles /many/ shades darker than my skin and wrinkles around my eyes as bad as my mom's. You're so confident and I just need advice on how to not let this bring me down.

First of all, I’ve been told by doctors that there was no solution to some of my skin concerns, and alas, I have found solutions on my own. So I would take that answer with a grain of salt.

Second, I know how it feels to have an imperfection right smack dab on your face. I’ve struggled with acne since I was 12, which was the root of a lot of my insecurity for many years. What helped me get over it was - surprisingly - modeling.

Here’s the deal: when you model, you have people repeatedly telling you what’s wrong with your face and body. I had photographers meet me, and the look on their face when they saw my acne was either disappointment or rage. I’ve had a designer argue with a photographer trying to get me kicked off the set. I’ve had someone compare my skin to raw meat. It’s not a fun time. And I’d meet these other models with perfect skin, and I’d feel pretty pathetic in comparison. Until I started talking to them. They all had the same shit to say:

I wish I had your butt.

Can you just give me just 2 inches of your height?

Your hair is perfect, and mine’s so limp… 

These were literally some of the most beautiful women I’d ever met, and they were all way more insecure than me. They didn’t care that I had acne, because they were too fixated on whatever asset I had that they didn’t.

Which brings me to my point: all of us are physically imperfect. Even people who appear perfect have flaws. We all have things we want to change about our bodies. And once I realized this, it helped me get over the zits on my face. Who am I to demand physical perfection when everyone else around me is equally as flawed, if not more so? It could be so much worse. There are A LOT of physical flaws far more difficult to manage than acne - and dark circles, for that matter. 

You’re not perfect. Is that such a bad thing? Do you have to be perfect? No one else is. And I know the dark circles probably feel like an eyesore, but trust me when I say, most people looking at you are envying your assets, not picking apart your faults. 

Empty Auditorium

Pairing: Zoe Murphy x Reader

Warning: nothing really. this is just a plotless fluff that i wanted to write bc :-( i’m lonely

Requested: nope (but someone should have)

Word Count: 1159

Note: THIS IS PURE FLUFF BASED ON THE SONG CECILY SMITH FROM FLY BY NIGHT (if you haven’t heard of this, listen to it right now. listen to will connolly’s version bc i based it from that.) you guys will understand my want for writing this when u listen to it bc it’s cute as shit, pals. one of paragraphs have its first word linked to the song so you can listen to it from there !!! 

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It was hard to find moments like this – to be alone in a sanctuary that thrived in the cheers and joyous screams from the people who stayed in it. The school auditorium was empty with only three lights shining down on the center of the stage where you and Zoe were, legs crossed as you sat across from one another. You were facing the seats and Zoe had her back against this view.

Your fingers were tight around the ukulele’s fretboard, nervously tapping on the wood.

“You sure we can do this here?” You asked the brunette in front of you, voice echoing out to the hallow room.

Zoe gave a meek smile as she reached out to take one of your hands in hers. 

“I’m sure,” She said softly, thumb lightly tracing over your knuckles then your calloused fingertips. “It’s just us here. You wanted to practice, didn’t you?”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a blurb where you joked about Harry in front of your friends and he gets mad at you because it's something he's insecure about?

Rating: PG ( i srsly need help with this)
Warnings: None really. Really casual.
Category: fluff comfort.
Word Count: 1,692
Request: yessss (so thank youuuu)

Note: Good lord why would he be insecure about anything? But then again, self-awareness and insecurity are two chips installed in the human brain. And he’s human.


04. Skinny Jeans.


Oi!” was the first thing you heard when the lads arrived. Niall bursting through the front door and heading straight to the kitchen, where you were currently munching on all of the snacks displayed on the counter.
“ Hi Nialler” you say as he swallows you in a hug, and you know that he’s downed at least 1 beer before he arrived.
“Yeh ‘re drinking with me tonight, eh?” He says still crushing you in his bear hug and you let out a laugh.
“Let ‘er breathe mate.” you hear Liam say as he comes inside to wave hello, followed by Louis, Nick (grimshaw), and all their respective couples.

After a lot of hugs and jokes and chattering around the kitchen counter, Harry comes downstairs and you all get ready for your usual camp-out in the backyard. You light up the small campfire while Harry brings out tables and sets the bowls of snacks on top. It was sort of a tradition to, every month or two, get together and have this semi-camp out at yours and Harry’s place, because you had the campfire and the pretty open space in your backyard that gave the feeling of actually camping in a clear in the woods. It was a night to tell stories, look back on memories and make new ones, to joke and poke fun at each other, and to make the friendship between all of you a lot tighter.

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Where you belong

“I feel the blood rushin’ throughout ya body
You see the scars painted over my skin
I’m always numb to the topic of loving
I fell in love with the subject of sin”
You’re anxious, a bit nervous, your body is hot and ready. I’m damaged, broken, new to loving you because I’ve never felt this before.

“I don’t have to remind you.
It’s my need to confine you.
I see your face every time I’m with somebody else
Can’t you see that I want you? (Put your feelings behind you)
I don’t have to remind you. ”
You already know why I came here. I trust you with my all. And Everytime I’m with someone else I think of you. Why can’t you understand that you’re perfect for me? You’re perfect. You know that you belong here. I don’t have to tell you.

“I’m in control, when you give me your body, yeah
I feel our souls burnin’ up when I’m, inside of you and I
I'ma leave a mark, just to remind you, where you belong.
Give me your all, scream as loud as you want”
Once you’ve given yourself to me, you’re mine. This flame ignites inside us both and its scorning me. I want you now more Han ever and I’m so selfish that I don’t want anyone else to have you. So when others see you, they’ll see the marks that I’ve left on you and they’ll know that it’s me that makes you scream

anonymous asked:

A written request on how the boys would cheer you up when you're feeling insecure about yourself? {Thank you and I'm sorry if this has been requested before ^^;} -Andy

Here you go Andy!

Jin would talk to you about it and continuously reassure you that you have nothing to be insecure about. He wouldn’t be hella cuddly but would make sure he at least had his arm around you, or your hand in his at all times.

Suga would make you feel a little bit bad for being insecure. He’d give you a light scolding, asking you why you would even start to think that. His skinship to make you feel better (after your scolding anyway) would just be a hug from behind while he was burying his face in your neck. Afterwards he’d probably write a song about it, determined to let you know how perfect you are in his eyes Suga writes a shitton of songs about his jagi… you know he will

J-Hope would feel a little heartbroken. “No no no no no no jagi.” Would be all he says. As soon as you tell him he just engulfs you in his arms and sways the two of you a little bit, still quietly whispering to you “No no no no no no no.”

Rap Monster wouldn’t really say much. He’d just look at you and give you a little hug. Like pulling you in, then lightly putting his arms around you. Then being the little shit goofball he is, he’d lean down and whisper into your ear “You’re perfect baby.”

Jimin would be very understanding. He’s had to deal with insecurities before so he knows how you feel. He’d tell you about his experiences, hoping that they would help you in some way. It’d be a very calm conversation. After all his stories (and yours) he’d wrap you in a protective hug and tell you sweet things. “You’re perfect to me. Don’t feel that way okay? Listen to me when I tell you… you are the most perfect thing ever.” After his long list of sweet nothings he’d pull back and give you the greasiest smile. Like smiling-so-big-my-face-looks-like-it’s-gonna-tear smile.

V would try to distract you from your insecurities. Insecure about the way your body looks? He’ll take you on a date to a movie, instead of shopping or to a beach. Insecure about your face without makeup? He’d take you to one of their photo shoots and ask the stylist noona to do your makeup. Once he had succeeded in making you feel happy and comfortable, he’d try to talk you into doing what you felt insecure about. If you felt insecure about your body, he’d take you shopping. You two would start off shopping just for him, so he could show you how much fun it would be. Then, he’d take you shopping for flowy clothing like summer dresses and everything. If you were insecure about your bare face, he’d slowly convince you to wear less and less makeup everyday. Once he had made sure you knew that you had nothing to worry about he would reward you with lots of cuddles and cute things.

Jungkook wouldn’t really know what to do. He wouldn’t want his s/o to feel bad about themselves, but he also wouldn’t know how to deal with it. He’d complain and ask his hyungs for suggestions. Most of it would be complaining. Saying that he didn’t know why you felt this way, and that it was really frustrating him. That he didn’t know what to do, but he knew he had to do something. He wanted to let you know how special you were and how it was almost stupid of you to feel that way. Of course once he notices you standing in the doorway, listening, he would go quiet and realize that he didn’t need to say anymore. and then his hyungs would laugh and make fun of him for that moment talking about how it was so cute and that it had played out like a drama or something

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Seventeen Reaction to You Being Insecure

guess who’s back! anyone miss me? probably not. anyhow, here’s a reaction. [ gifs do NOT belong to me ]


S.Coups (ignore Seungkwan) “Don’t be so hard on yourself, you’re beautiful the way you are jagi.”

Jeonghan “I don’t understand why you’re hard on yourself, no one is perfect.”

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Joshua “There’s no reason for you to be so insecure. I love you for being you. You’re beautiful inside and out.”

Jun He’ll give you many kisses as he tells you all the reasons why he loves you.

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Hoshi “Now let me explain why you’re absolutely perfect to me.”

Wonwoo “Jagi, don’t be hard on yourself. How can I convince you you’re beautiful the way you are?”

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Woozi He’d definitely would want to sing a song for you hoping to make you feel better about yourself.

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DK “Don’t be ridiculous, look how cute your face is.” 

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Mingyu He’d try his best to convince you you’re perfect the way you are. “I love you no matter what.”

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The8 He’d want to compliment you hoping you’ll start to love yourself as much as he loves you.

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Seungkwan “Don’t talk like that. There’s no reason for you to be insecure when you’re already so amazing.”

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Vernon  “That makes me upset knowing you aren’t confident in yourself. How can I make you believe you’re beautiful?”

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Dino “Don’t feel that way! I love you, [Y/N]-ah. You’re perfect in my eyes.”

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“Wedding Night Jitters” Xiumin/You  Anon Request

God this took me forever, this anon wanted me to die–making me imagine getting married to Kim Minseok,shame on you–but it’s finally finally done. i hope you like it, satan.

scenario: you put a freeze on Minseok until your wedding night with unintended consequences..

rating: R as per anon’s request.

“Can’t it wait?” Minseok sounds like ZiZi or Sehun when theywhine at each other. You wonder if he’s pouting.

He feels it when you lean against the door, you can hear hisfeet shuffle from the other side. He pauses though, sighs, when you don’t immediately come out. “I have groom things I need to do too,” and your breathing hitches at his tone, the intent. “Things that a certain bride has put off until my wedding night.”

God, you roll your eyes at yourself, at the awful feeling in your gut. “Okay,” you say shakily. “But don’t—I need to say something first, so don’t go all—“ liquid eyes, burning tongue. Just keep it in your pants for a second. And please, please have a shirt on.

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