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[pri-rp]

"By proper space all i mean this isn't a stage for a bought. we're not in any contest right now." So she sometimes fights for sport, apparently. though there's a laugh about not getting on her bad side, simply reassuring with a "I definitely don't hold grudges. If He'd just ask politely I'd happily babysit for the biggest annoyance in my life, for example." that's the most negative her voice had gotten, and even then it's little more then an annoyed huff. the few people she could think of if she tried that would not be given a chance without a lot of work on their end... well, as far as Peach could tell, they weren't around anymore. They paid their dues.

That's his work space... So He was military? Not something Peach would have guessed, frankly. Then again, most Military she knew was her own toad soldiers who tried, and the Koopa Army.

"I've enjoyed this chat as well! Conversation is the best way to expand one's world. What's work in military life? Back home we've not got any sort of military big enough to have a whole command center like that. So what I would know is likely vastly different."

"The proper...space?" Though he kept up a slightly confused smile, Havoc didn't find that statement particularly comforting, even if she had confirmed she wouldn't aim at him. Was she implying the two of them getting into a fight? Despite his military training and sharpshooting skills, Havoc wasn't much of a fighter if he didn't have to be and wasn't keen on fighting Peach in any space.

He jumped back a bit with a start when she did indeed aim the parasol toward him, and it burst open not far from where he sat. "Heh! Yeah, it's certainly a hell of a surprise!" he admitted with a self-conscious laugh as he straightened back up and ran a hand back through his hair. "Remind me not to get on your bad side." Well, there was no doubt in his mind that she would be able to defend herself from any of the troublemakers she mentioned if she needed to. She was impressive with her makeshift weapons; he'd give her that.

Watching her parasol return to its intended use over her shoulder with such an innocent-looking smile on her lovely face, Havoc almost could have believed that he'd imagined it with how sweet she looked now. Just a beautiful woman spinning a lacy parasol over her shoulder as if she didn't have a care in the world...who apparently could outmatch almost anyone he knew with a weapon. If nothing else, it was a fascinating dichotomy that piqued his interest in a slightly outmatched sort of way.

But he relaxed again when she settled herself beside him again, despite finding Central Command to be a bit of a disappointment. "Yeah, there isn't much that you'd find all that exciting," he confirmed with a shrug. "I'm really just there for work, though I live in the military dorms, so that's where I spend most of my day. That's why I like coming out to places like this to catch a little bit of break and liven things up a little."

He blinked blankly at her for a moment at her assumption that the girl he'd been trying to pick up had just been busy and didn't have a way to tell him, but he quickly recovered with a light chuckle. "Yeah, that must've been what it was. She just had something come up." She definitely didn't have something come up, but Havoc wasn't about to put a crack in Peach's innocent view of people's intentions. 'Well, I try to meet new people when I can," mostly attractive women, "but I have to admit results have been mixed. I'd say today has been a success, though. I've been enjoying talking to you."

[lilyrose-world]

Yeyy, another Steve Harrington post ( ͡❛ ᴗ ͡❛)

Warning: This story includes Smut and Cursing ( ͡° ᴗ ͡°)

Summary: Your parents were off to go to California, making you in charge to take care of your sister while they were away for a few days, just till you know it, your one and only boyfriend Steve Harrington decided to stop by at your place for a "little" movie night.

Word count: 2,450

Steve x fem!reader

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"And you know where the emergency kit is right?", your parents were going to California to celebrate your aunt Margaret's wedding, and you not being a big fan of parties or weddings, and also not having a good relationship with aunt Margaret, you decided to just stay at home and take care of your little sister Chloe instead.

"Yes mom, I know where the emergency kit is for the fifth time." you playfully rolled your eyes at your mom as she sighs, "Please take care of your sister, you know how hyper she can be." you then held her hand and laughed, "Mom don't worry, I got this under controlled okay?" she then smiled and kissed your cheek, "Be safe alright? call me if you need anything, I'm only a phone call away." nodding your head as your dad was now looking at his watch, "We're gonna be late for the wedding Honey, let's go!"

Your mom then sighed as he went inside the car waiting for her, "I got to go now..." kissing the top of your head as she walks inside the car, "Drive safe!" you waved at your parents as they drove off, you sighed in relief and went inside the house, already closing the door, Chloe then came downstairs giggling as she approached you, "Did mommy and daddy left already?"

"Yep, and we're gonna be having so much fun!" You said while picking her up, which causes her to laugh so hard as you both went into the kitchen, "What do you want for lunch bub?" you turned around as you let Chloe sit down on the chair, "I want chicken and waffles!" she excitedly jumped making you laugh at how hyper she is, "Alright then"

"Oh! can we invite Steve?" Chloe asked as she approached you, you already that she's gonna ask about him, ever since you introduced Steve to your family, they all loved him, but Chloe loves him more, Steve would always treat her to ice cream, or would sometimes give her a gift every time if he came by to visit, she always asks about him even if his not around, at some point when you wanted to be alone with your boyfriend, Chloe would ask Steve to play with her dolls instead, leaving you no choice but to let them play around.

You still couldn't believe that you've ended up with The king Steve from Hawkins high, you only talked to him once when you saw him looking for something at the school library, you didn't think much of it, but then from time to time he would sometimes visit you more at the library until he finally decided to ask you out on a date, and here you both are, together for more than a year now, while he was working at a family video store with his best friend Robin, you were working at a small bakery shop from across the street to try saving up money for college.

"I'm pretty sure he's working right now Chlo, maybe some other time we can invite him." Chloe then pouts at your reply as she sat down on her chair again.

While you were busy cooking in the kitchen, someone was then knocking on the front door, Chloe immediately ran towards the door and opened it, moments later, she was running up to you smiling widely, you looked at her as she just giggled and pointed at the hallway, "Someone is looking for you..."

She ran off leaving you confused in the kitchen, immediately walking towards the front door, you saw no one, you looked outside still seeing nothing, 'it's probably just a stupid prank' you thought as you went inside, you were about to close the door until someone lifted you up making you squeal, "Hi doll, did you missed me?" Steve laughed as he put you down.

"Jesus, Steve you scared me!" you hit him lightly in the chest as he grins widely at you, "Oh come on don't be mad at me." he then grabbed something behind him, it was a bouquet of roses, "I also bought you a little gift, see?"

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and slowly smiled widely, "Who said I'm mad?" you wrapped your arms around him as your lips happily kissed his, smiling through the kiss as Steve puts his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him.

"Steve!" your sister then interrupted you both as she ran towards Steve tugging on the end of his jacket, "Did you also bring me a gift?" her eyes lit up as Steve chuckled, he took out a rose from the bouquet he gave you as he gave it to Chloe, "A pretty little rose for a pretty little lady." he crouched down as Chloe giggled and ran off with the rose in hand.

"May I ask why are you here mister Harrington?" You walked back to the kitchen turning the stove on again as Steve followed you, "I lied to Keith about being sick since I wanted to spend time with you while your parents are away."

"I also secretly grabbed a few movies that we could watch alone." He pulled you by the waist and grinned, "You really are something Harrington" he pulls you into another kiss, "Y/n! are the waffles ready?" you both were then shortly interrupted by Chloe, giggling and turning off the stove as you placed all the cooked chicken and waffles into a plate.

"You're just in time for lunch." you smiled at Steve as you both walked out to the kitchen, joining Chloe at the table while enjoying the food that you cooked.

"Steve stop, Chloe is gonna see us" After eating, both of you and Steve went into your bedroom, well more like Steve dragged you into your bedroom, he continued kissing your neck as his hand went under your shirt, "God I missed this" he mumbles as he gently bit your neck leaving fresh pink bite marks, your breath hitching when you felt Steves other hand rubbing your now exposed thigh, "Steve! let's play dolls, my princess doll needs a prince!" Chloe yelled from the other room.

"Aww" Steve whines while burying his face to your neck, you chuckled as you played with Steve's hair while he grumbles for not wanting to play with your sister at the moment, "Come on prince charming, your princess needs you in the other room" you kissed the tip of his nose as he sighs and left.

"Well there you two are, I just made steak for dinner." you grinned as saw Steve carrying Chloe from downstairs while laughing, "Oh yey! and after this Steve and I will play more dress ups" she giggled while Steve sat next to her, "Well isn't that gonna be fun?" you laughed while sitting down, the phone then rang, excusing yourself to answer the call, "Hello?"

"Hi dear, it's mom, I was just checking if everything is alright there?"

"Everything is fine, uhh how did the wedding go?" you looked over at the dining room seeing Steve and Chloe laughing, "The wedding was great, we're now having a party at your aunt Margaret's place, how is Chloe?"

"She's doing great mom, she's actually eating dinner right now."

The background noise from the other line was loud, you heard a few people chattering and the music was loud, "That's good to hear, anywho I have to go now, your dad has been bragging about his new car towards uncle Rogers." you laughed when your mom told you the whole story, "Yep that definitely sounds like dad." you replied as your mom laughed from the other line.

"Bye sweetie, I'll see you in a few days, don't forget to lock the doors!"

"I will, I will, bye mom." putting the phone back as you walked towards the dining room seeing Chloe giggling while Steve whispers into her ear, "And what are you both talking about?" asking them as they grinned, "Nothing..." they said in unison, you playfully rolled your eyes at them while eating.

"Finally put Chloe to sleep." Steve sighed in relief while entering the kitchen, "Already? but it's only 7:30?" you turned off the faucet and wiped your hands with the kitchen cloth, "I know, but I wanted to watch a movie with you..." he approaches you with his hands wrapped around your waist as you giggled, "Alright fine, I'll prepare the popcorn and fix the movie" Steve then grinned as he let go of you while he went to the living room, all excited and happy that he can finally spend time alone with his girlfriend.

"Wait, what are we watching?" you sat comfortably on the sofa with Steve next to you, "Oh, the lost boys, Robin told me that its a great movie." putting his arm around your shoulder while you happily munched on your popcorn as the movie starts.

You didn't know what happened, all that you could remember is that you both were watching the movie, but then moments later, you and Steve were now making out on the sofa, your legs straddling on his lap, with your hands pulling lightly onto his hair, "You have no idea, how much I've waited for this thing to happen" he tries catching his breath while pulling away from you, "yeah?" you grinned as you started kissing his neck, "That's why I talked it out with Chloe earlier, now I owe her two ice creams for this." he continues to explain as you hum in response.

"You talk too much babe" you mumbled, pressing your lips into his as his hands groped your ass, you were now feeling butterflies in your stomach, Steve's lips then dragged themselves to your neck as he gently bit your fresh skin, his hands then impatiently starts tugging on the end of your shirt as you helped him remove it, now only wearing your bra, he continues to trail his kisses to your collar bone, as you started grinding on him, feeling his bulge under your skirt, making Steve groan at the feeling.

his hand impressively unclipped your bra as he threw it from afar, he then admires your now fully exposed chest, "Fuck you're so beautiful" he pulls you into a kiss while his hands played with your tits, squeezing them, you whimpered as he started nibbling in your nipples, "Shit Harrington" you whispered as you slowly rocked your hips.

The movie was just playing in the background, mostly all of your clothes now scattered on the floor, you were now laying on your back on the sofa while Steve was on top of you, he removes your skirt now only leaving you with your underwear, pulling Steve and connecting your lips with his again, his thumb starts rubbing your clothed core, you squirmed at the feeling now whimpering by his touch, "Hmm all wet for me." he coos as he nibbled your ear while his thumb just teasingly rubs your soaked entrance through your underwear, his finger then impatiently set your underwear aside, he slowly enters his first and middle finger inside your clit.

"G-god Steve" you moaned as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, your whole body now feeling hot by his touch, "you like that doll? you like how my fingers fucked that wet pussy of yours?" he whispers in your ear as you nodded, now having trouble to speak because of his fingers just fucking her clit, "yeah? wait till my cock enters that small pussy of yours, let's see if you can still keep quiet then." he chuckles lowly as he kissed your cheek, taking his fingers out now being soaked by your wetness he then licks it clean as he lowers himself, now his face near your clit.

He teasingly kissed your inner thigh as you impatiently raised your hips making him smirk, "S-stop teasing..." you whined as you felt his breath near your clit that was glistening because of your juices, he didn't waste any time as his tongue licked your slit, your legs shake as he fully sucked your clit, you opened your mouth by the amount of pleasure you were feeling, not wanting to make a noise, fearing that Chloe would wake up. your fingers reaching for Steve's hair as you gently tugged on it, hearing him groan by the feeling of you pulling his hair.

"Fuck I'm gonna come" you whispered feeling a knot in your stomach as Steve continues eating you out, you were breathing heavily as he pulls away from your clit, he was now removing his shirt and unbuckling his pants, you pulled Steve as you both deeply shared a kiss, now Steve fully naked on top of you as he positioned his tip into your entrance.

"P-please..." you softly moaned as he looked at you with a smirk, "Please what?" you breathed heavily feeling him teasing your clit by just rubbing his tip into your entrance, "please fuck me good Steve, please..." you whimpered as he bit his lip, pushing his cock fully into you.

your eyes rolled back as you squeezed hard into Steve's arm, with a moan escaping your lips, Steve then starts thrusting slowly inside of you, breathing heavily as you tried hiding your moans, "What's the matter doll? cat caught your tongue?" he smirks as he fastened his pace, thrusting deeply into you, you wanted to scream god you wanted to be loud, you whimpered instead, closing your eyes of how good the feeling of Steve's cock just going all in your pussy, your legs shakes as he started whispering into your ear, "Poor baby, can't even scream on how good my cock is inside you hm?"

You opened your mouth as you can't help but escape a few breathless moans as Steve just continued thrusting inside of you, "I-i'm gonna..." you whimpered under him as he threw his head back, feeling his cock twitching inside of you, already feeling that his also close, "Come for me doll..." he whispers as he nibbles your ear, your legs then shake as you reached your high as he continues thrusting more into you and now finally came over your stomach, you tried catching your breath as Steve grins at and kissing you one last time, "Fuck that was good baby..." he chuckled as you sat up and smiled at him.

"You better not forget about Chloe's ice cream that you promised, she'll be mad at you" you laughed as you looked over at the TV seeing the movie still playing, "I thought that we were just gonna watch a movie, I didn't expect all of this to happen." you looked at Steve who just smiled at you as you grabbed your clothes.

"I need to shower." you wore Steve's shirt as he stood up from the sofa.

"You mean, We need to shower."

[tmngoose]

Some Assembly Required: a Rottmnt story

Remember this post? Well, I decided to clean up what I had and show it to y’all. This was supposed to be a much longer story, but back when I was writing it, I jumped ship for a different fic I was working on and never came back OTL Characters: Donnie, Mikey, Raph, Leo, April, Shelldon, Draxum, Huginn & Muninn (albeit super brief) Tags: Lab accidents, fires, minor injuries, hurt/comfort, obscure UHF reference I won’t be uploading this to Ao3, so you can read it under the cut :U

For the longest time, Donnie dreamed of the perfect lab partner. Though Shelldon was an impeccable assistant, there were moments where Donnie longed to work side-by-side with another scientist. Someone with a thirst for knowledge! Someone who shared his passion for all things technical and methodical; a scientist, just like he considered himself to be! 

To think Baron Draxum would be Donnie's long-awaited lab partner was not a scenario the Softshell had ever fathomed. Still, it was one he accepted with great enthusiasm. 

Draxum and Donnie saw no reason to doubt their capabilities. However, the rest of the family remained wary whenever the two of them went off meddling in the lab. With April's help, Raph, Leo, and Mikey devised a strict set of guidelines to ensure Donnie and Draxum wouldn't get into too much trouble. 

"Scoff!" Donnie threw the hefty packet of rules down at his feet, offended. "What do you take us for: a pair of unhinged Frankensteins? Y'know, it'd be nice if, just for once, you guys would have a little faith in our scientific endeavors!" 

"It's not that we don't trust you guys," April explained, "It's just... you guys tend to get a little carried away with your projects, that's all!" 

"What's that suppose to mean?" 

"The last time Barry was in a lab, he created the Oozesquitos," April folded her arms, "And don't get me started about the time you messed with your brother's brains."

"Okay! I get it!" Donnie sighed. He picked up the packet of rules and flapped the dust out from its pages. "We won't get carried away: Todd scout's honor." 

April smiled, "Thanks, Dee." 

"Yes, well, if you'll excuse me, Draxum and I were just about to partake in our latest  scientific acquisition: Professor Philo's Chemistry Set for the At-Home Scientist!" Donnie started off for his lab, tucking the packet into a compartment in his battle-shell.

April shook her head, smiling as she headed inside the living room, where the sounds of 8-bit gaming welcomed her. Raph and Mikey were too invested in whatever racing game they were playing to notice April. 

"Soo, how'd it go?" Leo asked from his beanbag chair. "Is Donnie mad that we're afraid he'll bring Potatozilla into existence or what?"

"I say he handled it pretty well!" April plopped herself down in the recliner. "I told Donnie that we just wanted to make sure he and Draxum toned it down a bit, that's all." 

"See? I told you he'd listen to April!" Mikey grinned smugly at Leo.

Leo rolled his eyes, "Whatever." He went back to scrolling his social feed on his phone, "I'll believe it when they don't create a giant mutant potato or somethin'."

"Be nice, Leo," April swung her legs over the armrest. "We've gotta have a little faith in 'em. Besides, I've never seen Donnie this happy since-" 

KA-BOOOOOOM!!!

A powerful tremor shook the lair, taking everyone by surprise. The trinkets Splinter's 'Do Not Touch' cabinet rattled and shook, a few of the lighter items clattered to the floor. April held onto the armchair with Raph steadying it before it could topple over backward. Mikey hid inside of his shell out of reflex as Leo jumped to his feet, prepared to face whatever threat was upon them.

"Omigosh!" Mikey exclaimed, popping his head out of his shell. "What was that?!" 

"You don't think DIGG's tryin' to take down the Kaufman Coliseum again?" Raph frowned, trying to rub the ringing out from his ears. 

"Um, guys?" Leo sniffed the air, "Does anyone else smell something burning, or is that Raph's 'Taken-By-Surprise' stink?" 

Raph sniffed at his underarm, "Nope. It's not me!" 

April and Mikey took a moment to smell the air, their noses wrinkled at the familiar acrid odor of smoke. 

And smoke could only mean one thing: something was on fire. 

Oh no! Donnie! Barry! April's stomach dropped over the thought. She bolted out of the living room with Raph, Leo, and Mikey right behind her. "Please let it be a giant mutant potato!" 

It wasn't a giant mutant potato. 

By the time they entered the atrium, a thick cloud of smoke had spilled out from the mouth of Donnie's lab, billowing up into the rafters above. Although they couldn't see it, they could hear the fire roaring from deep within the lab.

"Mad Dogz!" Raph barked, "Initiate ‘Fire Safety Plan Alpha!’"  “FSssPAH!” Mikey pronounced the acronym from the back of the group.

But before Raph could lead the rescue, Draxum leaped out from the smoke carrying Donnie in his arms; their matching lab coats singed. Shelldon flew out, not too far behind, with Huginn and Munnin holding onto his back. 

"Barry!" April ran up to the soot-stained alchemist. "What happened?! I thought y'all we're gonna take things easy? Didn’t y’all read the packet?!" 

"We were," Draxum rasped, passing Donnie's limp body into Raph's arms. "If it weren't for a pair of idle hands." He gave his gargoyles a sharp look while removing the safety goggles from his face, leaving clean rings around his eyes.

Munnin's wings sagged, "The instructions weren't joking when it said 'everything in this chemistry set is a fire hazard.'"

"Yeah, including the instructions," Huginn hung his head, "Our bad."

"So, how're we suppose to handle this whole situation?" Leo asked, gesturing to the raging inferno that was (formally) Donnie's lab.

"I'm on it, dudes!" Shelldon replied, concentrating on his emergency protocols hardwired into his drives.

The fire-alarm system blared to life. Then came the hissing of the sprinklers going off and the gush of extinguishing foam spraying deep within the lab. Slowly, the smoke was beginning to ease up, much to everyone's relief.

Slowly, Donnie began to stir, groaning as he slowly regained consciousness, "Ugh... what? M-my lab..." His confusion morphed into panic as he realized the severity of the situation. "My lab!!" He squirmed feebly in Raph's arms, mortified.

"Woah, take it easy," Raph held Donnie against him, firm enough to subdue him yet careful not to hurt him. "That chemistry set of yours nearly got you guys barbequed." 

Donnie frowned, "No, you don't understand!" His eyes stung with tears as he thought of his life's work gone in a blaze of unsupervised stupidity. "Everything's ruined!"

"Hey, you don't know that for sure!" April gently touched Donnie's shoulder. "Besides, what's important is you're both okay!" 

"April's right," Mikey agreed, clinging to Draxum's side, "We're glad y'all made it out safely. A little flambéed, but you get the idea."

"But my lab," Donnie emphasized. 

"Lab shmab, we can worry about that later!" Leo nudged Draxum with his elbow. "For now, let's focus on getting you toasted marshmallows taken care of."

"Yeah, what Leo said!" Raph adjusted Donnie in his arms, heading for the bathroom where the first aid kit was kept. "Just you wait; maybe it's not as bad as you think!"

                                                            -x-

Raph's sense of judgment was always a mixed bag, and this time, he couldn't have been farther from the truth. 

The lab was a smoldering mess, virtually unrecognizable to the Turtles, Draxum, and April. The walls were blackened, and the smell of burnt wiring and computer parts hung sourly in the air. Puddles of foam and water gathered in parts of the floor, adding to the disarray.

Donnie searched desperately for anything salvageable, but the prospects were slim to none. The bandaged Softshell approached the remnants of his workstation, absolutely gutted. He reached for what was once a prototype for a new battle shell, but it crumbled into ash in his hands. 

"Alas, this must've been what it felt like to lose the Library of Alexandria," Donnie mourned poetically, sinking to his knees. Shelldon drifted up to his heartbroken creator, pressing his head against Donnie's side like the loyal drone he was.

"Okaaayyy, so it's a little charbroiled in here," Leo cringed. "But if anyone can fix this, it's you!" 

"Do you have any idea how long that'll take me?" Donnie moaned, overwhelmed by the daunting task. "It took me years of refurbishing junk and computer parts, and now I have nothing! Zilch! Nada! No equipment, no materials, no anything!"

Donnie's outburst left the others speechless. They had seen him upset before, but nothing to this extent. 

Quietly, Draxum approached Donatello, "As someone who has lost their life's work twice, I understand your plight," he said, joining the turtle on the floor. "However, unlike myself, you are fortunate not to face this endeavor alone. You have your friends, your brothers, and... your lab partner," Draxum looked off to the side, somewhat flustered by the sentimental mushiness his words implied. 

"Draxibald's right, Donnie!" Mikey beamed. He was so proud of Barry for stepping up to the plate. He popped up in between them, slinging his arms over their shoulders, "You've got us to help you! We'll have your lab up and running in no time!"

Leo smiled, "Yeah, with you bossing us around, we can totally get the job done!"

"But a total rebuild of this scope requires a certain level of technological sophistication!" Donnie deflated, "So unless you know of any tech-savvy geniuses out there, I don't see how any of this is possible."

"Oh, I know a guy," April answered, "And I'm lookin' right at him~" She smiled at Donnie, who didn't know how to process the compliment. "Have a little faith in yourself, Dee!"  Donnie blinked, stunned that his own words were used against him.

"Yeah, you said so yourself!” Raph joined in, “You and that big brain of yours built this lab out of nothin' but junk! If there's anyone who can build back better than ever, it's you! So whaddya say, Don?"

Donnie looked at Raph's hand extended out to him. He then glanced over at Leo, Mikey, and April, all eagerly awaiting his response. He turned to Draxum, who gave a curt nod.

Touched by the support of his family, Donnie wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, "I say let's order some pizzas and chop-chop! Rome wasn't built in a day, people! We've got our work cut out for us!"  He took Raph’s hand and was lifted up from the ground.  Yes, Donnie supposed he could have a little faith in himself, and everyone else as well.

[thebeebi]

The promise pt. 2

pairing: Namjoon x reader, ft. Yoongi

warning: disturbing, violence, yandere themes, a bit of fluff, possessiveness, smut (in the future) and swearing, more will be added in the future

genre: fantasy, modern

word count:  1.9k+

a/n: I am posting this a bit early, because I am so excited about Yoongi’s appeareance in this chapter. I hope you will love this chapter as much as I do. Enjooooy ♥

Part 1 

He wanted to keep his promise even if it meant to get blood on his hands. He would do anything for her. But was that really what she wanted?

Y/N sighed and gave up once again on finding out the reason her best friend became so cold. If she could, she would have asked their other friends about what might be going on with Namjoon, but most of them left their little village. Well… left? That is kind of nice way of putting it. They ran away without saying goodbye. I guess they were tired of being here. Y/N stood up from the Namjoon’s bed and walked to him. “You know… even my patience has limits.” She was facing his back as she patted his shoulder and then walked out of his room, slowly pulling the door to close as she looked down and headed to her own.

Once Y/N was out of sight, Namjoon ran towards the small cabinet near his bed and swiftly opened it, which caused some of the decorations to slightly shake. He took out the heavy book and blankly stared at it. He dusted the cover even though he has been holding the book every day for the past few years. Namjoon looked around making sure there was no one around him, even though he knew he was alone. He opened it carefully and flipped through most of the pages until his eyes landed on the last chapter. It took him many years to go through the book. Not because it was difficult to read, but to carry out everything written in it. It was difficult to decipher what the words in the dead language meant, but once he found the dictionary in the library, everything went smoothly. He was surprised how easy it was to find the little lexicon that helped him to understand the content of the huge bloody book from that night. It was too easy to find. Like it was no coincidence, but Namjoon didn’t care. Not when it would later make him fulfil the promise he once made to Y/N. It is almost finished. It is almost done, Y/N. I just need a few more days and then everything would end. Namjoon abruptly closed the book and hid it again in the cabinet. “Just a little bit longer,“ he sighed and took shirt which had been tucked to the side of the armchair, swiftly putting it on. Determined to fulfil his promise, he marched out of the room towards the basement, to prepare all ingredients for his final step. The step which would ensure Y/N’s happiness.

Y/N circled around her room feeling suffocated. He is so secretive. She huffed as she was considering all the options she could do. Talk to him? Didn’t work! Y/N wanted to scream. She was frustrated and she had enough. It felt like the walls were closing on her and without wanting to be swallowed by them, she ran out of her room, escaping from the house she called her home. She passed by huge rose garden Namjoon planted for himself. He never let anyone else step into it. He always dug around, planted the roses and watered them. No one was allowed in and Y/N was no exception. The roses she saw were beautiful, it almost felt like they were mocking her with their beauty. Y/N scoffed and looked around making sure Namjoon was nowhere close. “I will show you!” she made her way towards the innocent plants and started plucking them, not caring about the harsh pain from the thorns ripping into her skin. The visions of past events started to flood in. She saw Namjoon from far away, as he whispered something to thorny flowers. He smiled at them spilling all his secrets. What angered her was how relaxed he was around the bushes but not around her. How he told them something with a smile but didn’t do so as much to her anymore. She was jealous of the bright red flowers. Stupid roses. Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she recalled all the moments, he spent in the garden but not with her. Y/N’s knees started shaking as a heart-breaking sob escaped her mouth. Pathetic. There was no better word she would describe herself with at that moment. Y/N closed her eyes trying to calm her breathing before she stood up again to walk away from the mess she created. Blood dripping from her injured arms created a small trail, marking the road she stepped on.

Even though Namjoon was the only person she ever needed, it did not stop her from making friends. Well, at least people who stayed. People who stayed, or should I say a person who hadn’t run away yet? She stood still in front of the wooden door, deciding whether she should knock or just shout his name. There is no difference in that anyway because he would be the only one to ever open the door. Yoongi. His life was as miserable as Y/N’s. His mother died during the delivery and his father who tried to be both mother and father overworked himself and passed away when Yoongi was 16 years old.  They knew each other since they were kids, but were never as close as she was with Namjoon. “Yoongiiiii!!” She called the boy’s name 3 times before she heard the sound of the door’s being unlocked. Finally. Y/N thought as she stepped closer to the door, being just a few centimetres away from the wood. She loved doing this for two reasons. The first one, because it would scare the crap out of Yoongi and second because he would blush whenever she did that. “Boo!“ she shouted and once she saw the surprised face of the older boy, she started giggling. “How can you be so surprised all the time, Yoongi?“

Yoongi read the last page all over again and again. Before the letters made sense but these few were so cryptic. What did he even mean? He scratched back of his neck frustrated. For the past few years since his father died many people went missing. What was weird though was that they were the people of the same age as himself. He did not understand why. He considered them friends but they not even once told him, they were tired of living in the village and that they wanted to leave. How strange. He felt lonely since his father died but Y/N was always there for him and made it a bit better. He smiled a little while thinking about the girl who always showed up at his door trying to surprise him. She has done it so many time that it became a sort of tradition for Yoongi to act surprised. Not like he was ever scared but whenever he acted surprised she was happy. Her bright smile was what kept him going. He tried to shake away the thought of her and started re-reading the last few pages again. The shivers went down his spine when he saw the first words even though he had read them the all over again.

Yoongi put down the small diary which held the last words of his father. There was nothing more. At first, when Yoongi found the diary, he felt relieved that his father left him something. But it was until the moment when he read the content of it. For the past three years, he has been rereading it, trying to find out what his father meant by it. He did not understand what was going on, but the content of the scribblings was too familiar now. It felt like the history was repeating and the only clues were in the diary. Sadly, Yoongi never got to know what forest his father referred to. Not like he never tried to find out. It is just that people never replied to his questions. He asked people in the village, but instead of the answer, they started ignoring him. He asked Y/N who was mentioned, but she had no idea either. She did not remember anything. Or maybe she refuses to remember anything? Y/N did not want to remember about the sad night that took her mother away. Asking her was all in vain and Namjoon always coldly replied that he did not know about which forest he was talking about. Yoongi abruptly closed the diary when he heard a woman’s voice yelling his name. Y/N. He smiled and hid the diary into the cabinet before he started heading towards the heavy wooden door. “Yoongiiiii!!” He heard her for the second time shaking his head scoffing and put his hand on the handle. “Yoongiiiii!!” He moved his lips from side to side to remove the smile and put on an expressionless face as he opened the door hearing his name being called for the third time.

“Boo!“ she shouted and Yoongi knew it was his cue to ask surprised but in the stomach, he started feeling butterflies. “How can you be so surprised all the time, Yoongi?“ Y/N asked and made her way inside passing by Yoongi. She took her shoes off and walked inside the living room right towards the sofa and there she sat down. Yoongi was one step behind her until he made his way to the kitchen, to make the tea Y/N loved so much. “What happened this time?” Was all he asked before Y/N started complaining once again about her best friend not telling her everything. If pretending to be scared was for Yoongi tradition, then this was something given. There was not a time when Y/N came by and did not complain about Namjoon. “I am tired, Yoongi. I am really tired of that.” Y/N said as the older boy brought her cup of tea. Yoongi nodded and was about to sit down when he noticed the blood on the floor. What? He looked around looking for the source until his eyes landed on the Y/N’s arms. What happened? He stood up and left the living room to grab the first aid kit to treat her wounds. He kneeled in front of her and without saying or asking anything, he started dabbing on the wounds cotton pad soaked with disinfectant. Even though he was dabbing lightly, after a whimper from Y/N, he tried to be even more gentle. Instead of explaining where she got hurt, she looked away and exhaled. “I want to know what is wrong. I don’t want him to keep something from me. I tell him everything.” She let the tear roll down her cheek and sighed. “I love him so much,” Y/N said not realising that with the last sentence she broke the heart of the boy kneeling in front of her.

Part 3

a/n: I hope you liked this part. I had so much fun wiriting this. Mostly because Yoongi is here and yeah... he is a sweetheart. ♥ But we all know that! If you are curious when will be the 3rd chapter uploaded, then please check out the schedule. :)

[shuahoonie]

bed, booze, and him. [tom holland]

PAIRING: college!tom holland x reader

SUMMARY: life as a university student is already hard. sharing a flat with two college guys (one semi-decent, one all-around-annoying) just to get through paying the rent? funnily enough, even harder. it’s halloween plus midterms just ended so that means parties are never-ending and students are getting wasted. you should be out partying but you're stuck finishing a paper. how are you going to survive the night again?

WARNINGS: swearing as per usual! mentions of alcohol! slight mention of blood! friends living that domestic life! reader literally being in love with their bed and i cannot stress that enough! otp sharing a bed????? what???? 

WORD COUNT: 4.3k 

SONG INSPO: drunk on halloween - wallows 

A/N: hiya babes! another long-ass note here! thank you for all the kind words that i’ve received from ragnarok.  i apologize as i’ve been slacking lately! i really tried to write whenever i had time but i’m mostly occupied with work & university. i’ll try to post something throughout the semester. [though no promises! the semester is going by way too fast and i’m trying to keep up lmao] in the meantime, enjoy this fluff that was based on a prompt that would’ve been poppin’ during 2013 lmao. also, can i just say how hard it is to figure out what type of songs tom listens to lmao.i based it off from this playlist i found on spotify! go give it a look 💛

gif credits: @tmholland  

vanessa’s masterlist

x

“’Cause you make me feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven.”  A shirtless Tom sang loudly, looking for a top to go with his denim jeans. The basket of freshly done laundry was sitting on top of the couch when Tom started rummaging through it. 

“Oi, oi.” You called out as you swatted Tom’s hands away from the laundry. “I just folded these.” You countered as you began refolding and fixing the mess that he managed to create within seconds. 

“Just need a shirt,” Tom mumbled. 

“Yeah, no shit.” You grunted. “The top pile is yours, dumbass.” 

You didn’t even ask to do some of his laundries. He just saw you loading up yours and then started chucking some of his clothes inside of the washer. How you’ve managed to live with him, you have no clue.

“You’re welcome by the way,” You yelled sarcastically as you went back to your previous spot: the dining room table. Your notes were sprawled all over the table and sticky-notes placed on every possible page with your laptop beaming at you. 

“Thank you, darling.” He grinned, showing off that pretty smile that always made everyone swoon. “Y/N, can you tell me why are you writing a paper on a Halloween night when you could be partying and drinking the night away?” 

Tom was now sitting across you with his chin placed firmly on the palm of his hand, looking at your notes before turning his attention back to you. 

“Look, Holland,” You sighed “not everyone is having the time of their lives after the mid-term season is over. Some of us have to catch up with papers because life wasn’t supposed to be fair.” 

Tom held up his hands in surrender, “Alright darling, calm down.” He chuckled before standing up to pound on Harrison’s door again. “Mate, c’mon! You need to fucking hurry up or I’m leaving.” 

You just rolled your eyes at the sound of Tom’s annoying set of knocks. “Thomas Holland, I swear to god...” You groaned. 

“Y/N, darling, you know I love you but why can’t you just write in your room?” He asked. 

You narrowed your eyes at him before focusing back on your notes. “I could but I don’t want to pass out on my bed with a sloppy, unfinished paper watching me sleep.” You reasoned, not looking up at him as you were busy scrawling additional information on your notes. 

Tom hummed, obviously resting the argument as you’ve made your point. 

You really try your hardest and make an effort not to make your room a space that you associated your works with. You always studied either in the living room or at the library. Never in your room. 

You made sure that when you moved into the flat, you’d make an effort and would try to make your room as cosy as possible. You didn’t make a huge fuss regarding what you wanted. You got a skeleton-frame bookshelf, a study table, a nightstand, and a glorious bed. You had fairy lights strung up around your room as you kept the walls plain and white. 

You also had to accept that your bed would put a serious dent in your budget. You bought tons of pillows that take up at least half of your bed and a duvet guaranteed to keep you warm. 

You hardly meet the required amount of sleep a person needs but when you do get some zzz’s, the bed does the job and it does it well. 

Your room was sacred, and both Tom and Harrison knew that.

Harrison had only been inside your room once and it was an accident. It’s not that you forbade him, it was really just a matter of respecting each other’s privacies. 

Tom had been inside your room twice and none of those were accidents. 

One was when he and Harrison were playing hide and seek. You were quietly watching Netflix inside your room when Tom went in to hide since he claimed that Harrison would never suspect him being inside it. He promised to do the dishes for two days if you let him hide and you did. You were satisfied with his negotiation. 

The other was when he knocked on your door one night. 

“Hey, do you have a bandaid?” Tom asked you as soon as you opened the door.  

You raised an eyebrow at him.”Why?” 

He then showed his bleeding finger which caused you to gasp. “Tom, what the hell?!” 

You opened the door wider for him to come in and you quickly ran to your nightstand to grab the first-aid kit from the drawer. 

“Huh,” Tom hummed and sat at the edge of your bed while you sat on the floor, gently grabbed his hand to look at his wound. “Your room is oddly inviting.” He commented.

You looked at him oddly. “I beg your pardon?” 

“Hm?” You were still staring at Tom, waiting to elaborate on what he said. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that.” Tom quickly apologized as he just realized what he just said. 

“Please, Tom, elaborate before it becomes awkward in the next sixty seconds.” You said almost too pleadingly as you started to clean his wound. 

Tom chuckled. “What I meant was your room is dangerously comfortable.” He said as he plopped himself down causing you to hiss at him.

“Hold still, you dickhead.”

“Seriously darling, if this was my bed, I’d never get up,” Tom mumbles happily as he tried to make himself comfortable, lying in your bed. 

“What were you doing that involved you and a bleeding finger anyway?” You asked. 

“I was trying to cook dinner.” He answers almost shyly. 

You were quiet for a moment, causing Tom to tilt his head over in your direction and look at you. You had your brow raised and disbelief was painted all over your face. 

You, Harrison, and Tom at least try to do some cooking in the means of saving money. It was a pretty smart way to get through their university life without always being on the brink of getting broke. You and Harrison usually took turns in making dinner while Tom was always in charge of breakfast, seeing that he was always the first one to wake up early. 

This set up was also made because Harrison claims that he doesn’t trust Tom with a knife. 

“I was trying to prove to Harrison that I can make pasta without getting myself wounded in some type of way!” Tom said defensively.

Harrison was right. 

You rolled your eyes playfully at him and finished up cleaning his wound. You rummaged through your kit, looking for a bandaid when you found a certain one that your friend gave you as a ‘gift’ from their trip to Japan. “There, all done.” You said after wrapping his finger with bandaid. 

“Thanks, Y/N. Sorry to-” Tom stopped himself when he raised his hand to look at his newly-treated wound and saw the pink, Hello Kitty bandaid that was staring back at him. 

You pulled a tight smile. “Make sure you change your bandaids every day! I have more if you need them.” You said innocently at him.

“Oh, darling,” He stood up to cup your face “I’ll make sure to knock on your door every day so you don’t worry too much.” He replied as he gently removes his hand from the side of your face. 

You dropped your smile and pushed Tom towards the door. “Bye, Tom.”

Now that you’ve thought about it, this whole “it’s Halloween! take a break at least!” thing only makes you want to leave all of your work behind and just crawl up to bed.

Harrison finally stepped out of his room, looking like he’s finally ready to intoxicate himself with alcohol and release himself from the stress this semester has caused him. 

“Fucking finally, mate” Tom let out a loud, exaggerated sigh as Harrison rolled his eyes at his impatient friend. “C’mon then, let’s go!”

“Can you calm down, mate?!” Harrison said as he made his way towards the kitchen. “You don’t even have a shirt on!” 

Jesus Christ, why are they always like this? You thought to yourself as you watched the two bicker in front of you. 

It’s always like this. The two would always have a tiny bicker every time they have to do something together. You always reasoned why on earth would they even have to do it together when they always end up bickering. They claimed that it’s all for fun and adds dynamic to their friendship. 

Dynamic my ass. Easy for them to say, they’re not the ones who have to endure two annoying dumbasses. 

“Could you be any louder?” You said in annoyance as you looked up from your laptop. You were about to start writing your paper, that’s due tomorrow mind you, and all you have is a sloppy mess. 

For crying out loud, who even gives out papers and assigns the due date the day after Halloween when they know students are drinking themselves shitless that night? Oh, that’s right, university professors do. 

And these two? Not helping. At all. 

“Yes? Is there something you’d like to add, darling?” Tom asked teasingly. Not without with a huge smirk plastered on his face. 

God, he’s ten times more annoying when he’s fueled by his impatientness and thirst for alcohol. 

“For fuck's sake” You grunted, bringing both your hands and ran them up in your face, obviously irritated. You’ve been roommates with Tom and Harrison for almost three years and until now, Tom can still find a new way to irk you.

Tom chuckled at the sight of you, dreading to pull your hair out due to the overflowing irritation. 

You stood up from the table and grabbed a black shirt from Tom’s pile of fresh laundry, then chucked it at him. “There, put that on and leave.” 

“Hm,” Tom looked at the black shirt that you shoved “Sure this is okay?”

“Yes, yes, now go. I can’t work with you two here.” You waved dismissively at them. “Especially you, Holland.” You pointed out as you looked at Tom pointedly. 

“Is it because you still have a crush on me, darling?” He teased, causing Harrison to chuckle. 

You narrowed your eyes at Harrison, who just grinned at your frustration. “That was a long time ago, ‘ya dickhead!” You groaned, slightly embarrassed that he still remembered that time. Curse the day you and a couple of friends went out for a drink. 

You had one too many drinks when Liz, a friend from your literature class, asked you a question. “Okay, I know you said that you’re friends-”

“Oh, no,” You groaned. “I know where this is going.” 

“Y/N!” 

“Okay, fine!” You raised your hands in defeat. “Shoot.” Fuck it, right?!

“Bed, wed, behead Luke, Josh, and Tom,” Liz stated with a teasing smile on her face. 

“Oh, the choices are horrible!” You exclaimed with an awful amount of concern for such a flimsy game. “Awfully considerate of you to use this version instead of fuck, marry, kill, by the way.” You added as you took another sip from your margarita. 

“Anyway, I’d kill Luke. After lashing out because I wasn’t comfortable giving out my number? Kill Luke, that easy.” You explained which earned a handful of approving nods. 

“I guess I’d have to fuck Josh,” You answered as you were still weighing the pros and cons of your answers as if they really matter. “I mean I’d only have to do it once anyway.” 

It was when you finished your drink when you realized what was left out of the options. “Wait,” You yelled quite obnoxiously. “I don’t want to marry Tom!” 

“Okay, but you have to admit that Tom’s cute.” Liz pointed out. 

“I mean,” You were flustered for a moment, “Y-yeah. Tom’ is good-looking, I’d be lying if I said otherwise but that doesn’t mean I’d like to marry him!” 

“You’re taking this game way too seriously, love,” Zoë commented with an amused look on her face.

“Is that so, Y/N?” A curious voice suddenly popped up from behind you and saw Harrison with a smirk on his face. 

Your friends said their quick hello’s and Haz politely returned them as well as asking how are they doing. 

“God, can I have one night without seeing both of my roommates?” You groaned and buried your face in the palm of your hands. 

“Well, I can grant you half of that wish,” Harrison commented before he asked the bartender for another pint of beer. “Tom’s stuck in the library, cramming for his Physics exam.”

“I told him to start his revisions early. That exam is no joke.”

“Yeah, and the bloody idiot didn’t listen,” Harrison grumbled. “But speaking of the idiot, you were saying you didn’t want to marry Tom? I didn’t even know he proposed.” He teased. “I didn’t even know you had a crush on him!” 

“I will kill you in your sleep, Harrison.” 

“Hey, I was just asking why you didn’t want to marry Tom.” He defended himself with a grin, obviously enjoying how flustered you were. 

“What are you even doing here, Haz?” You asked, plain exasperated. 

“Well, Y/N, I need to have a social life too.” Haz answered. 

“Can you have a social life somewhere else then?” 

“Nah,” He dismissed you and out of sheer reflex, you smacked the back of his head. “Oi!” He yelped in pain. 

You and Harrison were pretty close and you two established that early when you three started living together. You two definitely bickered like siblings and everyone knew that. Tom never felt out of place with you and Harrison as you three collectively found ways to annoy one another.

“It’s okay, YN,” Zoë tried to console you for a moment before adding, “Harrison can stay.” 

“You’re just saying that because you have a crush on him,” You grumbled before taking a sip of your drink.

 You suddenly felt a stinging pain from your arm and saw Zoë glaring at you, cheeks blushing. “Oi, what is wrong with you?” You cried while rubbing your arm, trying to disperse the pain. 

“I don’t see why you’re so deeply affected with the idea of marrying Tom,” Liz commented as she turned to you. “The two of you already fight like a married couple anyway.”

“I still would’ve loved to hear it from you, darling,” Tom commented as Harrison was fighting off a laugh behind him. 

“Keep dreaming, Holland.” was all you said before turning back your attention to your laptop. 

“We’re heading out for Jackson’s party, ‘mkay?” Tom called out, stuffing his phone and wallet in his back pockets.

“Mhm… sure… as if I care…” You mumbled as you started typing your essay, with your draft as reference. You were definitely annoyed at how you were spending your free time.

“I’m just saying!” Tom remarked in his defense “I just thought that maybe you’d wait up so…”

You tore your attention from your paper and looked into Tom’s eyes and said bluntly, “I don’t know how you do it, but you never fail to surprise me with that ego of yours.”

“I’ll miss you too, darling. Don’t stay up too late.” He winked then left.

"We’ll see you later, Y/N. Lock the doors!” Harrison said before waving you goodbye. 

x

You sat up from your bed, sneering at the loud banging noise coming from outside of your door. You blindly looked for your phone and as you found it, you checked the time and it says 3:21 AM.

“For fuck's sake," You grunted as you stood up and marched your way to the living room. You’ve only been asleep for less than two hours and you were ready to kill whoever’s outside your door. 

As you opened your door, you saw a very drunk Tom who looked like an absolute mess and will probably regret everything the next time wakes up. You leaned into your doorframe, as you watched Tom successfully maneuvered his way around the living room. 

“Tom, it’s past 3 AM.” You groaned in exhaustion as you watched Tom, clearly drunk out of his mind, trying to keep his balance. 

“Y/N, baby,” Tom greeted you, “‘ve missed you.” His speech was beginning to slur as he engulfed you in a hug. 

“Holland, you reek of alcohol.” You scrunched your nose in disgust and wriggled your way out of his hug. “Come, I’ll take you to your room.” 

“Nooo,” He drawled out as he dragged his footsteps inside your room, lazily walking to your bed.

“Tom, you can’t sleep here.” You argued as he still didn’t budge and just flopped on the top of your bed. 

“Why not?” He murmured, clearly out of it. 

“Because that’s my bed and you have your own, dumbass.” You replied as you threw your head back, frustrated. At this point, you knew it was hopeless. This was the most you’ll be getting out of him. 

“Hey, Y/N?” 

“What?” 

“I really, really like your bed,” Tom confessed which only made you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, I figured.” You commented as you began pulling out the sleeping bag stashed in the back of your closet. You often wondered why you bought this as you were never the type who camps for pure pleasure. 

I guess I finally have the reason to use this now, you thought to yourself. You grabbed a couple of pillows and the plush blanket you’ve always adored then began setting them up on the floor where you will be sleeping. 

You stepped outside for a minute to grab a glassful of water and some aspirin for Tom before placing them on top of your nightstand. You also stopped inside Tom’s room for a quick minute to grab some clothes for him to change in. 

You didn’t know why you were doing all of it but there you were, standing in front of Tom’s closet, looking for a shirt and some sweatpants that he could change in. 

After you’ve managed to grab Tom’s clothes, you popped back into your room only to find Tom completely sprawled on top of your bed. You quietly approached him and gently dabbed the damp towel (that you also prepared before coming back to your room) all over his face. 

Brushing Tom’s hair away from his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him in complete awe. Until now you were still asking yourself why you’re going the extra mile for him. 

Maybe you were trying to convince yourself that you’re trying to be a good friend and should be looking after him. 

Maybe you were trying to convince yourself that you’re trying to be a better person and through this, you wouldn’t feel a sense of guilt if you let Tom pass out in the living room. 

Or maybe those pesky little feelings that you tried to suppress were emerging once again. You did have a little crush on Tom but there was no way in hell that you’d ever admit that nor does anyone have to know. 

Tom wasn’t bad. Yeah, maybe he does annoy you out of sheer pleasure but the guy wasn’t the absolute worst. 

Tom always gets you coffee when he knows he went over the line and pissed you off. 

He’d always leave little notes beside them too, saying “sorry if I was being an ass last night :(” or maybe something like “coffee in exchange for letting you sleep in a bad mood”.

You always said they were cheesy but you secretly adored them. You always kept the notes too, you were a sucker for those sentiments. 

You pushed your thoughts in the back of your mind and gently tapped Tom’s shoulder, asking him to wake up.

He eventually obliged, half-asleep as he sat up from your bed. 

“You need to change into more comfortable clothes, Tom.” 

“M-don’t want to,” He murmured as he rested his head on the headboard. 

“You are literally covered in sweat, dumbass.” You argued, “Also, I don’t want my sheets to smell like sweat and alcohol.” 

Tom sighed as he took off his shirt and changed into clean ones. He was about to take off his pants when he caught you watching at him. 

You quickly turned your attention away from him, your cheeks definitely burning from embarrassment. You didn’t even know why you were watching him in the first place. 

You always see Tom shirtless so that wasn’t a huge deal, and there are a couple of instances where you saw Tom walking around the flat with just his boxers on.

Why you were suddenly embarrassed with an almost half-naked Tom, especially when this was not a foreign sight for you, only confused you. 

Maybe, I’m the one who's drunk. 

"Are you decent?” You asked Tom, afraid to turn around as the embarrassment was still running through your veins. 

You heard a soft chuckle from Tom and he murmured “yeah” in response. 

Tom laid back and took the spot at the edge of your bed as you took the sleeping bag that you prepared a little while ago. 

You quickly peeped at your phone to check the time and it was almost 4 o’clock in the morning. You were wide awake now. 

“Hey, Y/N?” Tom suddenly called out.

“Hmm?” You hummed in response. 

“Did you know that flamingos bend their legs at their ankles and not at their knees?”

“I-uh,” You were lost for words, either at this fact or due to the fact that Tom even knows this. “What?”

“Well technically, the joints that we see on their legs are their ankles while their knees are much closer to their body and are hidden under their feathers.” 

“How do you even know this?” 

“I usually do a deep-dive on the web when I can’t sleep.” 

“Oddly enough, that makes sense.” You confessed, chuckling. 

There was a small period of silence and you suddenly wondered where Harrison was. 

“Hey, do you know what happened to Harrison?” You asked out loud. 

“No,” He murmured. “Why are you suddenly looking for him?”

“Well you two left together and only one of you made it home, so I think I get worried for that idiot right?” 

“He probably crashed at Jackson’s or he’s hooking up with someone.” Tom answered. “I told him I was heading home and he said he wanted to stay so that’s my best guess.” 

You picked up your phone and tried calling Harrison but he wasn’t picking up. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and sent a text to Haz saying, “text me if you’re alive. need to know if we need to clear out your room. jk. pls text back.” followed by a “ also pls don’t do something remotely embarrassing. text back, haz. i mean it.” 

The room fell into silence once again and it made you a bit uncomfortable. 

“Tom?”

“Yeah?” 

“Do you mind if I play some music while sleeping?” 

“Go ahead, it’s your room.” He answered. 

You scoffed, “Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” 

“Anytime, babe.”

You connected your phone to the bluetooth speakers and put your playlist on shuffle. Soon enough Cigarettes After Sex’s song “K.”, started playing softly in the background. 

You shuffled across your ‘bed’, trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position. 

“This is going to kill my back when I wake up.” You mumbled to yourself.

“Sleep with me then,” You heard Tom suggest. 

“I beg your pardon?!” You were appalled. 

“Wha- Oh! Not like that, babe.” He quickly took it all back, trying to recover from another layer of embarrassment he just cost the two of you. “I mean yeah, sure, why not.” He joked.

“Ha ha, very funny Holland.” You said sarcastically. 

“What I meant was lay down next to me. Here. In the space next to me.” He cleared out. 

“I think I’ll be fine here.” You answered. “I mean what’s a day of pain right?” 

“Y/N, I think we’re two grown adults. We’re just sleeping together.” Tom tried to explain which only made you wince even more. 

“Tom, you really have to clarify things well.” 

“We’re two grown adults, sleeping in one bed. Nothing malicious there.” He did his best to do it properly. “Besides, are you really passing up the opportunity to sleep on your outrageously comfortable bed?” 

You sat up straight and shot daggers at him. “Screw you, Holland. You should be sleeping on your own bed.” 

He closed his eyes and said, “’m too tired to move.” 

You sighed, grabbing a few pillows and your blanket. You made your way to the empty spot of the bed, right beside Tom. “Don’t try anything, Holland.” You warned him and laid right next to him. 

With his eyes still closed, he chuckled and said, “I promise, darling.” 

“I’m serious, Tom. If you try something, I swear I will curse you and the next three generations of your family to fail.” 

“I’ll marry you then.” retorted Tom.

Flushed from what Tom just said, you grabbed your phone to divert your attention to something else. It was then when you noticed a text message from Harrison saying, “i’m fine. crashed at jack’s lol. it’s not me you should be worried about, it’s tom. the blabbering drunk might finally confess he likes you haha.” 

You quickly turned off your phone as it only left you even more flustered. Right then, you felt Tom tug your hand only to interlace his fingers with yours. 

You turned to face him but he had his eyes closed. You decided to just close your eyes and force yourself to sleep. 

You were slowly falling into a deep slumber when you heard soft mumbles from Tom. “Goodnight, Y/N. Going to sleep with my heart racing is harder than I thought. The things you do to me, darling, you’ll never know.” 

x

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Falling for You

Pairing - Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Prompt - “I am the stupidest person alive.”

Summary - An unexpected injury gives you the perfect excuse to call on your hot neighbor to save the day.

Warnings - just adorable fluff & extremely vague implied sexy times

Word Count - 3093

Notes - Created for @sgtbxckybxrnes AU writing challenge! Thanks for doing this Taylor! This fic is based on a true story. A month or so ago someone we only know as “stairs anon” sent several asks to @bucky-plums-barnes telling her story as part of her Fluffy Fridays. I was so inspired I asked Genevieve if I could turn it into a fleshed out fic so here it is! Thanks Gen for letting me do this and I sincerely hope that your stairs anon finds and reads this one day and I certainly hope I did her story justice. :)

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I am the stupidest person alive. Only me. Only I would trip going down stairs that I use every single day.

You slumped against the rail, wincing at the pain in your leg, more frustrated than anything. You were bleeding, your books were scattered randomly where they’d flown from your grasp, and you were desperately trying not to cry. All you had wanted to do was to get to the library for some much-needed study time away from the distractions of your apartment and instead your best intentions were crushed before you even left the building. You knew that you should probably just woman up and push through the pain but at that moment you wanted nothing more than for someone to come and rescue you. You knew what you wanted to do but you needed a little push to be brave enough to do it...

Hey Gen, hypothetically if I fell down my stairs and if there was I dunno some blood and stuff I should totally text my hot paramedic neighbor to come rescue me, right?

First, OMG ARE YOU OKAY? Second, HELL TO THE YES!

Lol… yes I’ll live and okay you talked me into it. I’ll keep you posted. ;)

You took a deep breath. It’s now or never, time to call in the reinforcements…

Hey, are you home?

His reply was almost immediate. Yeah, I’m off today. What’s up?

I may have fallen down the stairs. Just a little. Help?

The next thing you heard was the distant sound of a door slamming and your neighbor’s feet thundering down the staircase.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!”

“I’m down here, Bucky!”

He rounded the landing in record time. “Oh my... are you okay?” You nodded your head, filing away the concerned look you managed to catch before Bucky went into work mode, assessing the situation.

“You’re bleeding…” he carefully straightened your leg out, looking and feeling for signs of other injuries.

“Thanks Captain Obvious, oh hey, did I forget to mention that I fell down the stairs?”

That got a chuckle out of him. “Good to know you didn’t injure your sense of humor.” You knew you were going be just fine when you saw Bucky’s face relax and his witty banter come out. Shame it didn’t make your leg hurt any less. “Looks like the bleeding is slowing down, it’s not as bad as it looks but I’ll need to clean and dress it, okay?”

“Good thing I have a paramedic as a neighbor, huh?” You winced as you attempted to stand up.

“Whoa, hang on there, I’ve got you..”

The next thing you knew, Bucky had picked you up bridal style and was carrying you up the stairs, two at a time. You were speechless at how effortlessly he swept you off your feet, literally and figuratively. All too soon he’d maneuvered you into his apartment and carried you out onto your shared balcony. “I’ll be right back, just gonna collect your books from downstairs and then grab my kit and we’ll get you all taken care of.” He smiled and then he was gone.

After sitting in a daze for a moment you quickly texted your friend...

GEN he legit just carried me up the stairs and he smells REALLY NICE and he’s gonna be back any second to doctor me up (get ur mind out of the gutter woman) and he gave me the biggest smile WHAT DO I DO?!?

Okay we can freak out later, right now we need a plan… best bet, keep it simple. Just thank him, tell him you owe him one for saving you, maybe you can get him to agree to coffee or something?

That might work… crap here he comes gtg

Bucky reappeared with a water bottle and his first aid kit. He handed you the water and then knelt down in front of you. “Alright princess, let’s get you taken care of.”

You were about to snap back with a witty remark but before you could Bucky was lifting your leg to get a better look. You were amazed at how his large and obviously strong hands could be so gentle, you barely noticed any pain as he took care of your wound. He was efficient and effective, cleaning you up and applying bandages in no time at all. “There ya go, good as new,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks neighbor, sorry I bothered you on your day off...” You stood and started to hobble toward the door. You didn’t make it more than a couple steps before Bucky was blocking your way.

“And just where do you think you’re going? You’re my patient now so you don’t get discharged until I say so.”

“But, Bucky…”

“Nope. Now sit down and you can tell me how you ended up bleeding out on the stairs today.” He guided you back to your chair and sat down across from you, propping your leg up over both of his. “Okay beautiful, spill.”

You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so hard. Bucky had just finished telling you about the latest shenanigans in the prank war he and his crew had going at work and you were both laughing so much you could hardly breathe. You wiped away tears as you finally took some deep breaths.  

Bucky had been the perfect caregiver, checking in with how you were feeling throughout the morning and even going as far as making you lunch. Your leg had been feeling just fine for awhile but the two of you were having such a good time you didn’t see any rush to leave. Looking over at Bucky you were secretly glad that you had taken that spill. If not, you don’t know if you would ever have gotten to spend so much time with your hot neighbor who you now knew also happened to be kind and generous and hilarious.

“Bucky, thanks again for rescuing me. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been home.”

“I was glad to do it, (Y/N). Plus it gave me a chance to hang out with you. I can’t believe we’ve been neighbors for this long and haven’t spent any quality time together,” he said, winking at you and reaching out to squeeze your hand.

You felt yourself start to blush and in an attempt to hide it you jumped up, grabbing your empty glass and using it as an excuse to head inside for a minute to compose yourself. Before you could get very far, Bucky’s hand shot out and grabbed you by the wrist.

“Is that…” he grinned, “Are you blushing right now?”

You turned your face away, desperate not to show him how right he was.

He tugged at your arm playfully, rubbing his thumb against the inside of your wrist. “Now why, why would you have a reason to blush.. unless…” Suddenly he tugged you just a bit harder and you found yourself in his lap, his arms around your waist, his face very close to yours. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. His eyes flickered to your mouth then back up again. He reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, biting his lower lip in the process. “Is this okay?” His voice was low, and hopeful. You looked into his eyes and gave him a tiny nod.

He met you halfway, his lips ghosting over yours as you shared several small playful kisses. You loved how soft his lips were, smiling into the kiss as you realized this was really, actually happening. He pulled back slightly, grinning as he took in how giddy you looked before diving in for more. This round upped the ante, more delicious pressure mixed with a nip or two. You felt as though you could kiss him like this forever. You reached up, running your hands over his chest and his shoulders with one destination in mind. As your fingers carded through his short brown hair Bucky’s hands moved up your back, pulling you closer. You felt him tease at your lips with his tongue and you opened to him eagerly. He was an unbelievably good kisser. He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly what he was doing but at the same time was exploring, testing the waters to see what actions earned him a sigh or a moan from you. His hands were everywhere now, roaming over your hip, your sides, cupping your face, threading through your hair and giving it a gentle tug. You broke away suddenly, opening your eyes to take in his thoroughly kissed self, hair ruffled, eyes hooded, lips slightly swollen. You could only imagine what you looked like. He opened his eyes wider in concern and released your hair.

“Oh god, did I hurt you?”

“Wha-what…? No.. hell no, that was so hot.”

“Well in that case…” He had a positively predatory look in his eyes as he reached back up and gently pulled on your hair again. Your instant reaction was to close your eyes and lean your head back with a moan as Bucky wasted no time kissing your neck with the same determination that he had shown your mouth just moments before. Pecks, licks, nips, open-mouthed kisses, all along your jaw and down the column of your neck to your collarbone and back, eventually returning to your mouth where you happily reciprocated his enthusiasm.

You were positive that this was the longest and most incredible makeout session of your entire life. After several very long moments you both tapered off, breathing heavily, foreheads touching. Bucky moved first, placing a tiny kiss on the tip of your nose before leaning back in the chair, pulling you with him so that your head lay in the crook of his neck.

You sat there in a comfortable silence, replaying kiss after amazing kiss in your mind. It was literally unforgettable and you were already thinking about when you could do it again. But what if he doesn’t want to do it again? What if this was just a one time thing? You couldn’t help feeling a twinge of self-doubt creeping in.

“You know, I can practically hear the gears in your head turning,” Bucky said, chuckling. “Let me put your mind at ease...”

You tensed up, wary of what Bucky might be about to say. You knew he felt it because he immediately began to rub soothing circles into your back. You felt him take a deep breath before speaking.

“I-I’ve liked you (Y/N), for a long time. When you moved in I couldn’t believe my luck to have such a beautiful woman right next door. As I got to know you and what a great person you were it just fueled my feelings for you.” He sighed and continued, “I don’t want what just happened to mess anything up… and, I know we’re not exactly doing things in the right order but… I’d love to take you out for dinner, a real date… maybe.. tomorrow night?”

You could hardly believe your ears. He.. liked you? The same guy you had been lusting after for months actually like you back? This was too good to be true. You suddenly realized you had been silent for too long and sat up to look at him. He was smiling but you could see the nervousness in his eyes.

“I dunno…” Bucky’s smile faltered a little but you grinned and continued, “tomorrow night is awfully far away, how about we just order takeout and have that dinner date tonight?”

“Why you little…” Bucky attacked your ribs causing you to shriek with laughter and attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. You could feel yourself losing your balance but Bucky caught you and pulled you back into him at the last second, surprising you with a kiss. “Careful (Y/N), can’t have anything else happen to you today.”

“If you keep saving me I might have to find more excuses to get into trouble,” you said cheekily, giving him a peck in return. “So, I believe someone promised me dinner?”

While Bucky was busy ordering you realized you hadn’t checked your phone in hours and there was a very high probability that your best friend may be about to call out the National Guard on you.

Well? Are you still at his place? It’s been almost two hours WHAT IS GOING ON You had better be dead or having the best sex of your life Okay now I’m worried that you might actually be dead TEXT ME BACK RIGHT NOW I’m giving you one more hour and then I’m coming over there

Calm your tits woman I’m fine

THANK GOD okay lay it on me what is happening?!?

We’re just hanging out And making out He told me he likes me?

AAAAAAHHHHHH GET IT GIRL

Lol we’ll see ;)

“What’s so funny?” You looked up from your phone to see Bucky leaning against the doorframe.

“Oh, my friend was just checking in with me since I went AWOL today. I was just reassuring her that I was in safe hands.”

“Good,” Bucky smiled, “Now I can have my wicked way with you and she won’t be coming to rescue you.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “And how do you know that I’m not the serial killer in this scenario?”

He furrowed his brow. “Hm, good point...” then he shrugged and said, “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see how this plays out.” He winked at you. “I did promise you dinner though and I’m a man of my word so try to hold back your murderous urges until after we finish our fried rice, okay?”

“Deal,” you said, smiling back at him.

You were both starving so the dinner part of your date didn’t last nearly long enough. This perfect day was coming to an end and you really didn’t want it to but you didn’t know what to do. If I ever needed a sign this is the time… Glancing at Bucky you grinned slyly as the perfect opportunity was literally staring you in the face.

“Hey, um, you have a little something right there…” you pointed towards his cheek.

“Oh..” he stuck his tongue out, licking his cheek. “Did I get it?”

You felt a flutter in your stomach. “Almost..”

He did it again. That flutter in your gut turned into a flip. “How about now?”

“Nope. Here, let me…” you reached up behind his neck, pulled him in and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Got it…” You had never been so thankful for a stray grain of rice as you were at that exact moment. You were standing very close, breaths intermingling, feeling the air shift as the desire for more grew in between you.

Bucky placed one hand gingerly on your hip and cupped your face with the other, kissing you slowly and sweetly. He pulled back with a sigh, “(Y/N), this has been the best day I’ve had in a long time… I really don't want it to end…”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, “Does it have to?” Looking into eyes you could see his pupils darken. He gripped your hip a bit tighter, pulling you flush with his body.

“Are you sure?”

“Hell yes.”

You stretched, groaning at the soreness in your muscles, and threw on the first thing you could find before wandering out of the bedroom.

“Hey gorgeous,” said a gravelly voice coming from the kitchen. He smirked, giving you the once-over. “Now this is a sight I could get used to.” Bucky’s shirt covered all your important bits but you could tell by the expression on his face that he was still thoroughly enjoying the view.

“You’re one to talk,” you came over to kiss his cheek. “One look at shirtless you is enough to make a girl forget all about breakfast. Well.. almost forget.” You grinned and took a look around. “So, what’s on the menu this morning, Barnes? It already smells amazing.”

“Working on some of my famous chocolate chip pancakes. And bacon. Oh, but before I forget...” He wiped his hands on a towel and suddenly picked you up to set you on the counter. “Gotta check on my patient.” He kissed the tip of your nose and took a look at your leg, carefully replacing the bandages. “Seems to be healing nicely. I might even let you go home today.” He winked at you and got back to flipping. You hopped down and gave his ass a swat on your way out to the balcony, smiling over your shoulder as you went.

Your phone buzzed in your hand and you knew exactly who it would be.

Just making sure you’re STILL ALIVE

Alive and very very very well thank you very much

Just how well are you? I’m gonna need details.

Saving the details for later. Let’s just say that his balcony got to know me very well last night…

NO YOU DID NOT HAVE HOT BALCONY SEX WITH THAT MAN

...and his kitchen, and his bedroom…

I AM FLAILING RN OMG Oh hon I am so proud of you yaassss

Lol he’s even making me breakfast Wanna see?

Hell yes gimme gimme

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I’m gonna need a cold shower

It’s all thanks to you Best wingman EVER I owe you

Damn right you do so if he has a brother or cousin or equally hot roommate you gotta HOOK ME UP

His roommate is easy on the eyes for sure. I think his name is Steve… yeah I’m definitely introducing you and soon. He’s gonna need something to take his mind off of how we defiled the kitchen… twice..

Omg stop I can’t take it I gotta lay down

Haha I��ll call you later when you’ve calmed down. Girls’ night is DEFINITELY in order.

You set down your phone just in time to see Bucky bringing out breakfast. He set down the plates and leaned over to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss, giggling a little. “What?” Bucky said, eyeing you warily.

“I was just thinking I should have fallen down the stairs months ago. All that time wasted…”

He chuckled in return, “Just promise me next time you need me there won’t be any blood involved, okay?”

“Promise,” and you sealed it with a kiss. Or two.

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