a sleeping bag will be fine

Emergencies

There are things you learn from being Viktor Nikiforov’s coach, things that no other student will teach you.

“This is an emergency!” A sixteen-year-old Viktor screeches into his ear when Yakov picks up the phone.

“Vitya,” Yakov says, old heart speeding up. “Vitya, are you okay? Was there an accident? Who died?”

“An accident, this is a disaster, Yakov! I told them exactly what to do with my program outfit and they didn’t listen. They screwed up the lace, Yakov, don’t they understand what that’s supposed to represent–”

“Vitya,” Yakov says, “It is 3am in the morning. I am going back to bed.”

By the time Viktor is nineteen, Yakov is an expert in handling Viktor Nikiforov’s “emergencies.” Emergencies that, somehow, he believes only his coach capable of handling.

“Help, it’s an emergency,” Viktor whispers into the phone at eighteen. “Stephane Lambiel is so hot, Yakov, and his program this year–”

Yakov. Is. Done. When Viktor bursts into the rink at twenty, tears glistening in his beautiful blue eyes, dragging a hundred pound Makkachin with him, Yakov does not even blink. “YAKOV IT’S AN EMERGENCY, SHE IS BLEEDING YAKOV–”

“You clipped her nails too short, you fool, we’ll wrap it up and she’ll be fine.”

When Viktor Nikiforov is twenty-four, has two perfect seasons under his belt, the emergencies slow. Yakov does not miss them. He assumes his skater is finally growing up.

When Viktor Nikiforov is twenty-six, Yakov finds him sleeping on a rink bench. When he’s not skating he stares off, almost blank. When Viktor Nikiforov is twenty-six Yakov swings by his apartment to drop off his skating bag because he forgot it at the rink, again, and he finds Viktor crying, sitting straight up on his couch, TV off. When he talks to him, he realizes Viktor wasn’t even aware of the tears.

“Viktor,” he says, as gently as his face and voice can allow, “is this an emergency? How can I help you?”

“It’s fine,” Viktor says. “I’m fine.”

So often, when Viktor speaks, Yakov does not believe him. 

Things change, at the rink. Yakov tries to make sure they do. Things get a little better. There are no emergencies.

Yakov is resting on a chair in the corner at the banquet of the Sochi GPF, exhausted by small talk and schmoozing with sponsors. He is ready to go to bed. 

Then a twenty-seven year old Viktor Nikiforov is sprinting towards him, Armani jacket practically ripped open, blue eyes alight.

“YAKOV, IT’S AN EMERGENCY!”

Here he comes, Yakov thinks. Here we go

  • Bruce: I am vengeance
  • Bruce: I am the night
  • Bruce: I am--
  • Bruce: *phone buzzes* *holds up finger* one sec
  • Criminal being strangled: Uhhh--
  • Bruce: *into phone* you remembered to put sunscreen in his bag, right?
  • Bruce: look I don't give a shit if he says he doesn't burn--
  • Bruce: Just make sure he wears his hat too--
  • Bruce: No, I'm on patrol.
  • Bruce: Yes, I'm busy, but sunscreen is import--okay.
  • Bruce: Okay, fine. Bye. *hangs up*
  • Bruce: *looks at criminal*
  • *awkward pause*
  • Bruce: You heard--
  • Criminal: *quickly* I didn't hear SHIT
Imagine...Borrowing Dean’s Shirt

Originally posted by irishkhaleesi26

Pairing: Dean x reader


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Dream A Little Dream

Spencer x reader smutty smut smut.

“Y/N we’re gonna have to get a motel, I’ve checked online and the highways gridlocked for miles. Huge accident.”

“What if we if double back and go a different way?” You asked him, already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to drive for much longer without losing your patience.

“It’ll still take us at least three hours. It’s up to you. I can drive for a bit if you’d like?”

“No I think you’re right. There’s bound to be a motel around here somewhere. Can you call Hotch and tell him we’ll be late in tomorrow please.”

You pulled out of the fast food restaurant parking lot you’d pulled into after sitting on the freeway for the last three hours, barely moving more than an inch every few minutes. Spencer and you had been lecturing for the last two days at a colleague campus four hours away. The faculty had taken you out for a meal afterwards to say say thank you and you’d left at eight pm, meaning you should have been home by twelve at the latest. Instead, it was eleven pm at night and you’d encountered one of the biggest traffic jams you seen or read about in years. After crawling at a snails pace for three hours, you come off at the next exit to assess your options and to get food. You were tired, you wanted to sleep but you still had at least a three hour drive ahead of you both and that was in normal traffic. You spotted a sign for a motel and pulled in, seeing the parking lot was nearly full. A lot of other people on the road were perhaps having the same ideas as you were.

Spencer disconnected his call to your supervisor. “Hotch says it’s fine, the accident is all over the news. He says we can reclaim the cost of the rooms on expenses.”

You nodded and reached behind you to pull out your bag that you’d packed for the few days away, handing Spencer his, and you both exited the vehicle, heading for the reception.

“Please tell me you have two rooms free?” You greeted the woman behind the reception desk.

“Sorry darlin’. We’re down to our last one. We’ve filled up pretty quickly cos of the accident on that darn freeway.”

“Twin beds?” You asked hopefully, watching her shake her head.

“Fraid not. It’s a double. I can get you some extra bed linen in one of you wants to take the floor? Or else there’s another motel a few miles down the road.”

You couldn’t bear getting back in the car right now, you just wanted to stretch out and sleep. Turning to Reid you asked him.

“Do you mind sharing a bed?”

“If you don’t then I don’t.”

You pulled out your purse and credit card, flashing your FBI ID as the required identification and requested a receipt for expenses.

“Did you guys want any extra linen?” The receptionist asked as she slid the room key over.

“We’ll share. It’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

You and Reid found the room, pleased that the bed was a fair sized double, and you took yourself off into the bathroom; changing quickly into your sleep shorts and tank top, brushing your teeth and pulling your hair up.

“Bathrooms all yours.” You told your colleague as you plumped the pillows up and climbed into the bed, rolling onto your side, willing your brain to remember that you were sharing with someone so if you got warm, you could NOT strip off like you normally did in your sleep. Half the time you didn’t even remember doing it, you’d go to bed in pajamas and wake up naked and with your foot sticking out of the sheets in an effort to cool down. Not tonight, please… Not tonight.

Closing your eyes, you settled down into the pillows, feeling the bed creak a while later as Spencer climbed in beside you and got comfortable.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispered, shutting off the light.

“.. Night… ” You murmured, already half asleep.

….

You were warm, uncomfortably so.

And it probably had something to do with the arm that was wrapped around your waist and the long body that was pressed against your back. Spencer was asleep, little snuffles coming from his mouth.

So this was why Derek refused to share a room with him on cases. The genius was a sleep snuggler.

Glancing down, you were thankful to see that your tank top was still in place. Otherwise that could have been embarrassing. You wriggled, trying to gently nudge your colleague away but his arm wasn’t budging. Not wanting to wake him, you threw the covers back and closed your eyes again.

You woke again a few hours later… Or at least you thought you were awake.

But you couldn’t be. If you were awake you definitely wouldn’t have your colleagues hand on your chest.

Would you?

You wriggled again feeling the hand start to stroke softly against the fabric of your chest. It actually felt kinda nice.

More than nice to be honest, it felt… Sensual, erotic even. As his hand caressed your body, skimming over your torso and cupping your breast, massaging it lightly, you wondered what he was dreaming about.

This was not good. Except.. Oh it was. You stretched out, pressing your back against Spencers front and feeling a hard bulge pressing against your ass.

You should totally wake him up.

In a minute, you thought as his fingers brushed over your nipple sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You juddered suddenly and you felt Spencer stir beside you, his hand stilling and his breathing changing.

He was awake.

He didn’t remove his hand but you could feel him holding his breath and trying to work out if you were awake and what he should do.

What SHOULD he continue to do exactly. You’d never been in this situation before. You stretched again, pressing your ass against him and pushing your chest out so that it pushed against the palm of his hand.

He breathed in deeply and then moved his hips forward, nudging you. You very purposely rubbed your butt up and down slowly hearing a low groan.

Alright. So you knew he was awake and he knew you were awake.

One of you needed to take charge here and make a decision.

“Either roll over and go back to sleep Spencer, or carry on what you were doing, because I’m VERY intrigued to know what you were dreaming about that was making you do that…. ” You whispered.

“ You… I was dreaming about you, Y/N.” Came his murmured response. He hand resumed it’s previous activities, groping and squeezing your breasts lightly, the tips of his fingers grazing your now very alert peaks through your top. Fuck that felt good, and you let out a little gasp to let him know.

Reaching back with your arm, you placed your hand onto his hip, rubbing it over the fabric of his bottoms.

“Dreaming about… Me?” You asked him, move your butt up and down again as he teased with his thumb and forefinger.

“Mmmmm. I still think I’m dreaming.” Spencer adjusted himself behind you and you felt a pair of soft lips on your shoulder, kissing along the skin until he reached the crook of your neck.

“Same… I don’t think we… Ugh… are though.”

Spencers lips kissing the skin just below your ear, his hand travelling higher and tugging the tank top lower, slipping a strap off your shoulder and exposing your breast. His hand was now on your bare skin, your nipple catching between two fingers as his caressed you, pressing the two fingers together occasionally and pinching your bud.

“Oh fuck… ” You arched your back at the sensation, hearing Reid sucking air through his teeth as you pushed against him.

Moving on the mattress, you leant back so that you were flush against him, hooking your leg back and over his, essentially pulling his groin as close as you could to you. You actively started to grind on him now, revelling in the feel of him hard on you, the little grunts and groans he was making, egging you on. Feeling bolder, Spencers hand starting roaming further, trailing up and down your body, slipping lower and lower with each lap.

With your leg hooked over his hip, your centre was exposed to him already and you held your breath as he let his hand skate over your thighs and drag against your shorts. His fingers felt for the waistband, pushing underneath it and ghosting over your panties.

You were desperate for the friction now and you ground your butt against him harder and more frantically. He seemed to get the picture and moved his hand between your legs, dragging his fingers over your fabric covered clit. You gasped and he did it again, the pads of his fingertips pressing harder against you as he found your bundle of nerves through your underwear.

His lips suckling at your neck, he began to rub, alternating between moving the sensitive nub from side to side and up and down, the friction of your panties adding to the sensation. You pushed against him hard, feeling him starting to grind back, humping against your ass as he played between your legs.

Your moans started to get louder and more frequent, your arm reaching up and back so that it could caress the back of his head as it was buried in your neck, Spencers gasps and groans tickling your neck as they escaped his throat.

“Fuck…. Spence… Oh shit… ”

His fingers moved faster, applying just the right about of pressure at exactly the right speed as he worked himself up and down your butt, using it get himself off.

“Oh god…” He bit down on your shoulder and growled out your name, now bucking against you, his fingers working magic on your clit, the familiar tremble in your leg starting as you dragged your lip between your teeth as you started to come, your fingers tangling in his hair as you gasped through your orgasm. He shoved hard on your ass a few more times before your felt him twitch behind you, delicious grunts coming from him as he came inside his boxers.

“Jeez….fucking hell Reid… ” You whispered minutes later, when you could finally catch your breath.

You unhooked your leg and rolled away, Spencers hand retreating from you. You shifted on to your back, turning your face to face look at him.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Spencer replied, rolling onto his back and tugging his pajama bottoms away from his skin. You knew he must be dying to go and clean up.

“That was an interesting way to wake up, I must say.”

“Y/N I’m so sorry… I honestly didn’t mean to start groping you.”

“Hey hey…. Do you hear me complaining? Were you really dreaming about me?”

He nodded and you grinned.

“Have you dreamt about me before?”

“Erm…. ”

“Cos I’ve dreamed about you before Spencer. Just so you know…. And if you ever feel like doing that again, maybe with our clothes actually off, just let me know.” You told him.

He laughed. “Clothes off might be less messier for me… But do you think we could maybe go and see a movie or go to a restaurant before hand? Like.. Erm… A date?”

“If you’re asking me out, I’m saying yes.”

“Then I’m asking you out, Y/N.”

You smiled at each other.

“Alright. Go clean yourself up. We can still get a few hours sleep before we need to leave.”

He slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

“Spencer…. ”

“Hmmmm?” He turned to look at you.

“Is that why Morgan won’t share with you? Did you sleep grope him too.”

You laughed at the horrified expression on his face.

“I can tell you now, I have never EVER have those sorts of dreams about him.”

“Good…. Cos as much as I like Morgan, I’d hate to have THAT in common with him.”

The 4th Episode: A Complete Johnlock Fix-It

The screen is black.  A woman’s voice cuts through.  It’s Molly’s voice.

“Forward? Or Backward?”

A blinding white light floods the darkness.  A pulsating heartbeat. 

“Backward,” sighs Sherlock.

White noise stings as scenes are replayed backward. Sherlock and John running backward.  John’s fist recoiling from Sherlock in the morgue.  The christening, backward. The birth, backward.  The plane glides into the air, tail first. Magnussen’s limp body jolts into standing position, Sherlock puts the gun back in John’s pocket. The flashdrive jumps from the fire, into John’s hand.  The gun drops, the coin falls back into Mary’s fingers. Sherlock raises from Magnussen’s floor, the blood-stained shirt turns freshly white. Mary stands across from Sherlock, gun drawn.

Roll Title Credits.

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BTS reaction: taking care of their girlfriend when she’s sick

Anon requested:

Hi! I’m really sick right now and I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction to their girlfriend being sick, like them taking care of her and stuff.


Jin:

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

We all know how much Jin likes to take care of other people. So when you, his favorite person in the entire world, got sick he knew that he would do anything that he can so you can feel better. 

He made you lay in bed for the entire day, turned on your favorite drama to watch and made you so much food that you thought you were never going to be able to eat it all. 

“Jin-ah that’s too much food!”

“No it’s not! You’re sick. You need energy!”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by cyyphr

When he first sees you, so sick that you’re not able to get out of bed, he would immediately turn from the tough, swaggy Suga, into the sweet and loving Yoongi. It would be kind of hard for him at first, because he was not really used to take care of anyone. But he was ready to do anything for you. And I mean ANYTHING! If you throw up on the floor, he would clean it up without saying a word. If you sneeze all over him, by an accident he would just wipe it off his face and reassure you that it’s totally okay. He would go out shopping for different kinds of medicines, teas and foods that would make you feel better, coming home with three giant bags full of stuff. And if you have a fever he won’t be able to sleep at night, constantly checking your temperature and giving you different kinds of cold medicines.

“Love, are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything else?”

“No, oppa, I’m fine. Seriously, it’s just a cold…”

“It’s not JUST a cold! You actually look like you’re dying! Still gorgeous though.” He laughed winking.


Jhope:

Originally posted by btsarekings

Seeing you sick would make Hobi extremely sad. He loved you so much and seeing you in pain was actually kind of painful to him too. 

He would try to make you feel better by telling you to lay down and relax, making you some tea and probably even attempting to cook something. Then he would try telling you different stories and jokes in hopes of entertaining you, so you would feel better. 

“Tell me if you need anything, jagi. And I mean ANYTHING! Not just food and stuff, ANYTHING! Whatever you want, if you want me to dance for you, I will. If you want me to cuddle you, I will. If you want me to go out and get you a puppy…I’ll do that too. As long as it makes you happy, I’ll do it!”


Namjoon:

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Namjoon would want to help you so badly! But in his attempts to help he would just cause even more destruction. He would try to cook for you, completely destroying the kitchen in the process. He would try to buy you cold medicine, but would probably get the children’s one by an accident instead. He would try to clean up your room for you, so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself, but would probably break a few of your stuff while doing so. 

He would keep trying to help, and keep causing more, and more destruction until you finally decide to tell him to stop and just come cuddle you instead. 

“But I want to help you!”

“Baby, you helped enough. Just come cuddle me now, that’s going to make me feel a lot better.”

“Okay…”He sighed but then smiled. 


Jimin:

Originally posted by bangtan

Jimin would definitely panic. He would definitely think that it wasn’t just a cold but something way more serious. And he would probably decide to google the symptoms. 

That was a bad idea. Two minutes later he would come back to you and say, completely serious:

“Jagi, I’m so sorry, but you might have cancer!” 

“Jimin what the fuck!” You yelled.

“I googled the symptoms. Most of the results said it was an ordinary cold, but what if…it’s not!!!” 

“Oh my god, Jimin! Baby, you had the exact same reaction last time when I was sick! I’m okay, I promise….”

“Okay then, [Y/N]. But don’t say that I didn’t warn you….”

You sighed and shook your head, annoyed. 


Taehyung:

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

Tae would believe that cuddles and laughs are the best kind of medicine. He would play your favorite movie and lay down next to you, cuddling you for hours, making funny faces at you here and there, trying to make you laugh. 

Later he would go out and return with a giant bag of candy, and would keep cuddling you, the two of you chewing on candy, while watching another movie that he had picked. 

“Tae, why did you buys so much candy?” 

“I know you have a sweet tooth and you’re sick so you can eat as much candy as you want today!” He smiled.


Jungkook:

Originally posted by boyfriendjungkookie

Jungkook would be freaking out, the moment you realized you were sick! He have never taken care of anyone else before, so he would have no idea what to do. But being really nervous about it, he would just tell you to lie down while he thinks of something, before going in the other room and calling his hyungs for advice. 

“Hyung, the love of my life, my sweet, sweet jagi is sick! What do I do? Please help! I’m freaking out!”

His Wedding | nine

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 3857

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: heart wrenching angst, language.

Characters (by appearance): Bucky, Reader, Lily Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

A/N: This part made me too emotional and I cried several times and I had to take breaks from writing it because damn, it was too much. So far, the best chapter I’ve contributed to this series, and I really hope you guys like it!

Also I love Tom and Jerry.

Please leave me some comments to read when I wake up in the morning, so that they make my day! lol, love me, I’m needy.

Sorry for any typos :P

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Previously on “His Wedding” :

“Yes. I’ll be your maid of honor, Lily.”

What do you call a mistake that’s been repeat twice? It’s called a habit. And my habit is to say yes no matter which situation it puts me in.

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ladytharen  asked:

6 for jyn/cassian please :)

6. cuddling for warmth

“Jyn is shivering,” K2 observes, with the kind of bland indifference only possible when one is a droid incapable of experiencing just how goddamn freezing this planet is.

“Shut up,” Jyn snaps, though the effect is somewhat thwarted by the way her teeth are clattering together. “I am not.”

“You alright?” Cassian asks from a few feet away, shifting in his sleeping bag to glance at her.

I’m fine, Jyn is all set to say, except the force seems to have different priorities.

Instead she sneezes, so violently her entire body scoots a solid half foot across the ground.

“I’ll take that as a no,” K2 notes.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Jyn, wriggling further down into her sleeping bag. “I’m fine. This is fine. Let’s just go to sleep.”

“Cassian,” says K2, ignoring Jyn entirely, “if Jyn comes down with hypothermia, we will have difficulty making it to the rendez-vous point in time.”

“I’m not getting hypothermia!” Jyn grits out.

“Well actually, the chances are—”

She doesn’t hear the rest because something has pressed up against her back, soft and warm. She feels breath on her ear and an arm drape across her side, and her heart plunges into her stomach.

Cassian.

“What are you doing?” she hisses, her cheeks suddenly—inexplicably—on fire. 

“Keeping you from getting hypothermia,” he says, tugging her closer.

“Smart,” K2 adds, helpfully.

“Thanks Kay,” Cassian calls. “Going to bed now, alright?”

Jyn is trying to reckon with the way her heart’s started leaping against her ribs at the words going to bed spoken with the entirety of him pressed up against her back when he whispers, “Okay?”

She squeezes her eyes shut, biting back the instinctive no, not okay, not okay at all, you are very, VERY close. But there’s something unexpectedly reassuring about the weight of him wrapped around her, even when she didn’t think she needed any reassurances. And besides…he’s warm.

“Do you kick in your sleep?” she asks, trying to keep her breathing under control.

Cassian exhales, a quiet laugh. “I don’t know, actually.”

“Because I do.”

If she’s not mistaken, he pulls her just a bit closer.

“I figured.”

Krasivaya-Chapter 10

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Powers: Jean from X-Men with immortality and Healing. 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Song: Metric- Help im alive

There was one bed. One bed in this shitty Podunk apartment. One fucking bed between you and Bucky, and you were ready to murder Maria and Fury. You were going to claw their eyes out, fuck with their brains so hard they would be begging for mercy.

Nervously fidgeting with the cloak you are wearing, turning a bright red as the images of exactly what you would like to do to Bucky flash through your brain, you groan out loud.

It catches Bucky’s attention as he enters the apartment. Following your gaze, he stops dead in his track. “I’ll take the floor.”

Scoffing, you turn away to hide your embarrassment and red flush of arousal. “Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t sleep on the floor the entire time we’re stuck here.” Your voice is quivering.

He seems to contemplate this for a second before he replies with a curt, “Fine.” His jaw clenching as some unknown emotion seems to gnaw at him.

You’d been in the air for 24 hours, exhaustion makes itself known in the flagging of your body. You felt disgusting and needed to clean up before you passed out for your eight hours. Grabbing a bag, you move into the bathroom. Crinkling your nose at the manky surroundings, you sigh as you turn on the shower. As you wait for the water to reach a temperature which doesn’t mimic frozen arctic, you unzip the bag Steve packed for you, and nearly climb out of your skin.

You were going to murder him. Headlines would read of the fall of Captain America at the hands of the angry Immortal on whom he’d played the worst prank imaginable.

The bastard had packed the sexiest clothing you owned. It was all sheer lace and tight fitting.

Your usual pajamas, comfy and well-worn, were nowhere to be found. Instead, you were stuck with one of Steve’s flannel shirts, which hit you mid thigh and barely left anything to the imagination.

That was it. It had finally happened, you were going to kill them all. No questions asked. No bodies would ever be found. You knew, deep down in your soul knew, Nat had some hand in this as well.

Panicked and tired, you try desperately to find any sign of pants that don’t cling to your curvaceous form like a second skin. You come up empty handed. Resigned to the fact that you were going to be half naked, sleeping in the same bed as the man you wanted to ride into oblivion, you strip out of your suit and step into the shower, hoping against hope that Bucky wouldn’t recoil in horror when you walked out the bathroom.

Donning the dreaded shirt, and zipping up your bag, you give yourself a pep talk. You can do this. It’s just flesh. Why would he care?

Fucking Steve. God you hated them all.

Shaking yourself, you open the bathroom door and stride out, looking at your feet and trying to tug the shirt down.

Bucky doesn’t seem to notice because as soon as he hears you approach the first word he says are, “We’ll set up the equipment in the morning, I’m dead ass tired and I’m…” he trails off, eyes wide as he takes in your half dressed form. “Krasivaya..” his voice pitched low.

You recoil as if stung, knowing for certain he’s mocking you. You hear the little voice in your head spews insults while you wait for Bucky to do the same. When did that voice start to sound like… Melissa?

“Where..” he licks at his dry lips. “Where are the rest of your clothes?”

Your heart drops. “Steve packed for me.” It’s a  simple answer, but it’s the only one you’ve got to give. Saying nothing else, you move toward the bed, throwing the covers back and getting in with haste.

Bucky is mumbling to himself, having taken the opportunity to get undressed while you were in the shower. He’s wearing nothing but sweat pants, slung low on his hips.

Hysterical laughter bubbles inside you which you fight down. You know you aren’t getting any sleep tonight.

He says nothing as he settles beside you, keeping a good distance between you.

You hunch into yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

He seems to notice because he sighs and pulls you toward him, pressing his warm chest into your back.

You nearly purr at the contact, getting uncomfortably damp at the feel of his every muscle pressed into you. You squirm slightly trying to alleviate the tension building inside you.

Bucky hisses and snaps. “Lie still. I can’t sleep with you squirming.”

Embarrassed beyond human comprehension, you settle. While you lay there, exhausted, turned on, so full of anxiety you want to scream, you pray these next two weeks would go by quickly.



You’re startled awake by a low moan coming from the man behind you. His very prominent erection is grinding against your ass in the most delicious manner. The shirt you’re wearing has been pushed up to below your breasts by Bucky’s metal hand which slides lazily down, coming to rest on your pubic bone. Moans fall freely from his lips.

It’s the most sinful thing you’ve ever heard.

You let out a whimper as a particularly hard thrust of his hips widens your legs further. His panty destroying thigh forcing its way between your knees. When his flesh hand sneaks beneath you, wrapping under your torso, it gives you a jolt but it’s the sudden grasping of your breast which makes you hiss in pleasure.

As he drives his hips into you, you’re lost in a haze of desire, fighting the urge to roll him over and give into every carnal desire. Your hips are rocking back onto him out of their own accord, grinding into the thick rod wedged between your cheeks. Reaching back you grab onto his thrusting back side, feeling the muscles expand and contract as he increases his pace.

His teeth find the pleasure point on your neck, sinking into the flesh.

You moan in earnest, head falling back.

Bucky’s mumbling unintelligibly, snippets of Russian phrases making it into your head.

You reach down to your center, desperate to relieve the ache he created, you slip your fingers inside your underwear. It’s wrong. So deliciously wrong. You know you need to stop it, but you can’t. It’s too good. Feels too right. You gasp as your fingers find your clit, circling in time with Bucky’s thrusts. You can feel the peak. It’s so close, mounting inside you, threatening to overwhelm you with pleasure of it. Arching into Bucky, you whimper, “Bucky please!”

His movements stall.

You hold your breath, thinking he’s woken up.

Instead, his grip on your waist tightens, metal hand skimming to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs to grant him better access. His thrusts speed up, grunting as his release approaches.

You’re right there with him, moaning freely as the coil threatens to snap.

Two more thrusts and he’s cumming, moaning low in his throat a, “(y/n),” slipping past his lips.

You gasp as your orgasm overwhelms you, mind caught with Bucky’s voice as he moans your name.

He goes limp beside you, his breathing harsh and labored.

Your mind reels, confusion swimming through you. What the fresh fuck just happened? Turning around slowly, Bucky is fast asleep, hair splayed across his face. He’s rolled to his back, but his hand is still under you, clinging to your waist. You knew you would never be able to forget this. You would also never be able to look Bucky in the eye again.

He sighs, the sound one of complete happiness, and jerks his arm toward his body, taking you with him.

Locked to his chest, you sigh. Apparently he was as cuddly as Steve.

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Pillow Thief - written by zadyalyss

Hey, I was the anon that sent in the pillow thief Bucky on fluffy friday and I ended up writing a thingy coz I was in the mood to write so yeah! I hope it’s ok… I’ve never really shared anything I’ve written before.

When Fury gave you the latest assignment you didn’t think you’d have to share a bed with Bucky. Not that you minded of course, your heart practically sang when you walked into your room at the hotel, but you could’ve sworn that Agent Hill booked a room with two beds.

“There must’ve been a mistake.” You looked up at Bucky, nerves making your cheeks flare up. “I thought-”

“Come on, Doll. Two friends sharing a bed isn’t so weird is it? Steve and I used to bunk together all the time.” Bucky grinned. He walked past you and placed his bags next to the lounge. “Listen, if it bothers you so much I can sleep on the couch. I’ve sleep in a lot more uncomfortable places.” He lay down on the couch before stifling a yawn.

“No! No, it’s totally fine.” You smile at him and point to the bed. “Pick a side, I’m going to change.”

 You head to the bathroom and change into shorts and an old t-shirt. Taking deep breaths, you try to calm your nerves. It’s not like you haven’t slept next to each other before. Plenty of times you’ve woken, curled up next to him on the couch after movie marathons. Steve even took pictures. And you guys share food all the time. You were like best friends. Except you have a gigantic crush on him.

But unbeknownst to you, so does Bucky. As soon as he came to the compound he’d liked you. You treated him like a friend from day one, and made sure to include him in everything. It was only recently that he realized his feelings towards you were way more than just friendship.

When you came out of the bathroom Bucky was spread out on the king sized bed. No shirt, and those grey sweatpants that made you swoon. “Move it, Barnes. I want to sleep too.” You poked his side and crawled into bed next to him. Bucky was on the left side, you on the right. As you went to lay down your pillow was snatched.

“Bucky!” You sat up, playfully glaring at him. “Give it!” You leaned over him to grab your pillow back but he stretched further away.
“This is mine now, doll face.” He put it under his head, poking his tongue out at you.
“Fine! Have it. I have my pillow right here.” You say smiling and resting your head on his chest.
Bucky froze, his breath caught in his throat and he looked down at you as you snuggled closer.
“No- wait, what no” he stumbles over his words, face bright red. You don’t seem to mind his stuttering, letting out a yawn before bringing a blanket up to cover your arms and his torso. Bucky didn’t stop watching you as you drifted off to sleep.

When your shallow breaths evened out and Bucky thought you were asleep he wrapped his flesh arm around you and hugged you closer. “God, I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, placing a kissed to the top of your head. He didn’t see your lips twitch up into a small smile.

—–

The next morning you woke up with Bucky’s flesh hand on your lower back, and the cold of his metal hand on your thigh of the leg draped over his waist. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Bucky was watching you with a smirk. You grinned as you remembered what he said last night when he thought you were sound asleep. Sitting up, you straddled his waist.

“Doll? What'cha doing?” He rested his hands on your hips, a nervous smile taking over his smug little smirk.

You bent down and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You know, it takes me a while to fall asleep. And I may or may not have heard that a certain pillow thief loves me.” Bucky’s eyes go wide and you giggle before pressing your lips against his. The kiss lasts a few seconds before you sit back up. “I love you.” You say, a giddy smile gracing your lips.

“I love you too.” Bucky’s smile matches yours. “Looks like I’ll have to steal your pillow more often.”

Just a dream

ARCHIE X READER IS HERE YAY

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Authors Note: I am doing a sentence prompt, “It was just a dream” because Archie feels mkay? So on with the story! :)

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, just nightmares


Archie, Betty, Jughead, and Y/N had been best friends since childhood. The summer before Jason was killed, Archie and Jughead grew apart, and from that, Y/N, along with Betty, grew apart from Archie. Y/N and Betty spent most of their time together their freshman year of high school, and the summer Jason was killed, they grew closer than ever. The week before school, when Veronica Lodge came to town, something tragic happened for the second time that summer in peaceful old Riverdale. Y/N went missing, and a few days later, they found her parents’ bodies in her old house. 


“911, what is your emergency?” 

“Hello, I’d like to report a missing person, she’s been found.”

“What is your name sir? Can you ID her?”

“My name is Archie Andrews, and the girl’s name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a how RFA+V and Saeran react to MC staying the night for the first time and she has a stuffed animal that she apparently can't sleep without, thank you. I love your blog ^^

Zen

  • MC feels super awkward about it? She tries to leave it in her bag, but she just keeps tossing and turning and can’t sleep.
  • Zen is trying to make her more comfortable, even offering to take her back home if she thinks she needs to go there to sleep.
  • When she finally pulls a raggedy old stuffed lamb out of her bag, he’s like “ok, pls come sleep”
  • Triple spoon. Lamb is little spoon, MC is big spoon, Zen is bigger spoon.
  • FINALLY HE CAN HOLD HER AND SLEEP.


Yoosung

  • She sort of tries to hide it at first, but he has a couple stuffed animals around his room, so she chills out about it.
  • Yoosung doesn’t say anything about it. He thinks it’s cute.
  • If the stuffed animal falls to the floor in the middle of the night, he picks it up in the morning and tucks it back into bed with MC before he goes to make breakfast.
  • Ends up buying her more stuffed animals so she has variety.


Jaehee

  • oh thank g o d
  • She sleeps with a stuffed animal too, so as soon as she sees MC’s, she doesn’t feel like she has to be embarrassed.
  • They both have plush pigs,,,,,,, fate pigs,,,,
  • Their names are Snorter and Prof. Piggles, respectively.
  • They end up facing each other as they sleep and their stuffed pigs cuddle together.


Jumin

  • He doesn’t think anything of her sleeping with a stuffed animal. He only cares about how old it is.
  • “MC, I could buy you a new stuffed rabbit if you’d like. Maybe one that has two ears…”
  • When she explains that she can only sleep if that rabbit is in her arms, he’s all “Oh, well I hope that I don’t disturb your sleep. Please let me know if I do.”
  • lol no Jumin I’m sure I’ll sleep just fine with you.
    • I hope u don’t let me sleep tonight tho eheheh


707

  • When she crawls into bed with a stuffed bear in her arms, he cracks a couple jokes.
  • “What, am I not good enough???”
  • “No babe I just can’t sleep without him.”
  • “Well I can’t sleep without you, get over here.”
  • Low key ends up accidentally stealing it in his sleep. They end up basically sleeping on top of each other with the bear squished somewhere between them.


V

  • Why is there a sloth in her bag????
  • He didn’t mean to snoop, he just saw it. 
  • Lays out the sloth on her pillow while she’s in the shower.
  • Does not say a single word about it.
  • He just assumes that she likes sloths?????? He just. He ends up buying her everything sloth related. 


Saeran

  • “Hah, you still sleep with a stuffed animal?? Don’t most people outgrow that before they’re nine?”
  • “… I mean… Yeah, I guess…”
  • “Oh, well I do too.” He pulls out a stuffed owl. “His name is Rosebud.”
  • “MINE IS NAMED HIBISCUS”
  • FLOWER OWLS SO CUTE
Snowbound

A/N: This is a repost of an old story that I deleted from my other blog. But it’s wintery so therefore kinda Christmasy? I do intend to write a Christmas one shot at some point.

Oh and it’s smutty…

“Y/N, we should go. The snow’s starting to get heavier.”

“But I’m having so much fun!” You whirled to a stop on your ice skates, in front of your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid.

You’d been driving home from lecturing at a college a few hours away when you’d spotted a deserted frozen lake that just called out to you. It looked beautiful, it had snowed over the last few days and it looked like a winter wonderland Christmas card. In your youth you’d been a budding figure skater until a shattered ankle had put paid to your dreams of pursuing it professionally. You still kept a pair of skates in the trunk of your car in the winter and you’d driven off the main road and found the entrance to the lake, begging Spencer to allow you to skate for a while.

He’d agreed and had found a log to rest on for a while, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you with a smile on his face.

You must have been out there for an hour before he called you back, snow starting to fall again quickly and the sun setting in the sky.

“I know you’re having fun, and I’m enjoying watching you. But I’m cold, and it’s getting dark. And we’re still at least two hours away from home. Plus… The snow is coming down pretty quick now.”

It was. You couldn’t skate very fast without feeling the force of the snowflakes against your face. He was right. And he’d been a really good sport about sitting in the cold. You carefully walked over to where he was waiting with your boots and plopped down next to him on the log, swapping your skates for more suitable footwear.

“One day, I will have you out on skates Spencer.”

“Sure you will. Probably on the same day you manage to beat me at chess.” He smiled at his joke and you nudged him playfully.

You trudged through the snow back to the car, your heads down against the falling snow. Now that you’d stopped moving on the ice, you were quickly cooling down.

Spencer dug in his pocket for your keys and pressed the button to release the central locking. Instead of the lights flashing and a bleeping you got nothing.

He pressed the button again.

Nothing.

Okay.

Approaching the drivers side door, you took the keys off him and unlocked the door manually, leaning over and opening his door. You both shut yourselves in away from the cold as you inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to start the engine.

Nothing happened. You and Spencer looked at each other as you tried again, pumping your foot on the gas pedal and jiggling the wheel in case you’d accidentally engaged the steering lock. Still nothing.

“Fuck.” You muttered trying again.

“Y/N. It’s no use. I’m pretty certain the batteries dead.” He pointed to the cigarette lighter which had his phone charger plugged in, his phone still attached. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d disconnected it.”

“SHIT”

“Pop the hood.” Spencer told you and you shot him a look.

“Do you know anything about cars Spencer?”

“I know a lot about a lot of things… Just do it. You might be surprised.”

Sighing, you did as he instructed, grimacing as he opened the door again and moved around to the bonnet. He stood there for a few minutes, bent over and you opened your door calling out to him.

“Anything?”

He dropped the bonnet securing it again, and got back in. “Yeah…. No.”

“So that was a pointless exercise and only ended up letting more cold air in.” You spat out.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. We all make mistakes and I apologised. You’re the one that wanted to stop remember?”

You guessed he was right. It was both of your faults.

He pulled out his cell and dialed a number from memory, mouthing ‘Triple A’ at you.

You only heard one side of the conversation but it wasn’t sounding good. When he ended the call he shook his head.

“There’s been a huge pile up twenty miles down the road. Caused by the snow. What we’re getting here is just start of it. Apparently there’s a huge storm setting in. There’s no responding vehicle available for at least four hours.”

“You are shitting me.”

“Afraid not.”

“What about Derek? Could he come out?”

As soon as he started talking again, you realised what a stupid question that had been. “We’re still two hours away from home anyway. If there’s been a pile up he’s not gonna be able to get through either unless he goes the long way around. And if the snow is that bad….”

“I get it, I get it. We’re stuck.”

“Yep. They said to leave my cell on and they’ll call as soon as a vehicle is on its way.”

Right. You both switched your phones into ultra power saving, turning off all apps after quickly sending the team a message informing you of the situation in case you were needed. You and Spencer weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Climbing between the seats into the back, you leant over into the trunk and pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you kept in there. It was a bit musty, but nothing too bad. You always kept some emergency things in the trunk after you’d had to spend a full night at the side of a road when you were nineteen. Hopefully this wouldn’t be that long. You unzipped it and spread it out over you and Spencer looked back at it longingly.

“Fine… We can share. Come back here then.”

He struggled to fit between the gap in this seats, cracking his head on the roof of the car and causing you to giggle.

“Not funny, Y/N. Now share the warmth. Do you have anything else back there that could help us out?”

He wriggled next to you and you fit the sleeping bag around you both.

“I’ve got a couple of bottles of water and some protein bars. And some chips.”

“Well at least we won’t starve.”

Ninety minutes passed and you were starting to feel extremely cold. You and Spencer had sipped a bottle of water between you and shared a protein bar. Both of you had eaten a fairly large meal before you’d left for the journey home so you weren’t too worried about going hungry, you were just cold.

You and Spencer had talked for a bit but now you had your head resting on his shoulder, your arms linked together for warmth. You’d both zipped your coats up as high as they’d go and burrowed your head down into your scarves.

You fidgeted, your hands were freezing. You’d left your gloves at home and typically Spencer had misplaced his too.

“You okay?” Reid asked, his breath showing in the air.

“My hands… ”

“Here.” He took them into his and rubbed them, the friction helping a little.

“Spencer, I’m starting to worry. I’m really, really cold.” You told him and he looked down and away for a second.

“I’m not worried as such… But I’m freezing too. Erm… There is one thing… Actually. No. Forget it.”

“Tell me.. If it’ll keep me warm, I’d literally do anything right now.”

He looked unsure and you nudged him. “Spencer. Seriously. I need to get warm.”

“Okay.” He looked around the car and then back at you. “This will probably work better if you sit on my lap. It’s either that, or we collapse the seats.”

“Theres too much crap in the trunk to do that.” You started to shift your weight, getting ready to climb onto him, not even questioning him until he started to unzip his coat, removing it along with his sweater and scarf. As he started to unbutton his shirt you realised why he’d hesitated before telling you.

Body heat.

But it worked better when it was skin on skin.

Fuck it.

Lowering the sleeping bag, you followed suit; removing your coat and outer layers, stopping when you got to your bra. That was staying on.

“Trousers too?” You asked and he nodded, already slipping his off. Again you copied him and when you were both down to your underwear you climbed onto his lap, feeling slightly self conscious.

He shrugged his thick coat back over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves and you pulled the sleeping bag back around you.

“So…. I guess we snuggle right?”

He nodded, giving you an apologetic look.

Okay. Whatever.

You leant in, pressing your chest against his and resting your head back on his shoulder. Spencers hands went around your back, rubbing up and down your bare skin as you cocooned you both in the thick material.

As uncomfortable as you felt sitting on your colleagues lap, this was tons warmer. You wriggled, shuffling your knees closer to the back of the seat and pressing as close as you could.

“Don’t wriggle. Please.” Spencer sounded choked and his hands gripped your waist.

“Sorry. Just trying to get warmer.”

“I know. But….just don’t.”

“Shit, am I hurting you?” You asked.

“It’s.. not that.”

“Then what?”

He coughed, clearing his throat. “I don’t want to make this awkward because I’m finally starting to feel warm but…. Well. You’re a very attractive female. And you’re on my lap wearing very little.”

Oh.

OH!

Wait.

“You think I’m attractive?”

“I’m not blind, Y/N.”

Huh.

You wriggled again, his fingers digging into your hips this time.

“Stop it.” He hissed at you.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Y/N. I’m not in the mood to be made a fool out of.”

“What? Spencer, I’m not trying to make a fool out of you. I just find it amusing that you’ve just admitted to finding me attractive and I sure as hell think you’re hot. And like you say, I AM sat in your lap, semi naked.”

You pulled away from his shoulder so you could look at him, grinning at the confused and shocked look on his face.

“W-w-what?”

“You heard. Don’t act so shocked either.”

When you shifted this time, he didn’t grasp you so hard, his hands still on your hips but no longer in a vice like grip.

“You think…. Me? Really?”

“I’m not blind, Spencer.” You echoed his own words.

Thinking quickly you asked him. “Triple A said four hours right?”

He nodded.

“And that they’d call when they were on their way?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I can think of another way to get warm… A lot warmer than this. And a hell of a lot funner than this too. If you’re game?”

He gulped before licking his lips.

“I’m game.” He whispered.

“Excellent.”

Lowering your head to his neck, you started to place gentle kisses up and down, nibbling softly on his ear lobe and rolling your hips lightly. He stopped trying to still your movements and instead started trailing up and down your sides, tickling your skin.

Slowly dragging your lips across his jawbone, his light stubble chafing your lips, you stopped just shy of his mouth.

“Sure you’re game?” You asked once more.

He nodded in response, his lips parting as you placed yours against his.

Oh god..

Your kisses started slow and then quickly built into passionate urgings, your mouths moving against other in a way that you’d never thought you’d be doing with Reid. Sure, you thought Spencer was attractive, and you got on extremely well with him. You’d even go as far to say that you harboured a small crush for him.

You just never thought you’d act on it.

You rolled your hips again hearing him groan, a deliciously low sound that you wanted to hear again and again. Sliding back and forth gently you ground your pelvis against his lap, feeling him hard beneath you, another groan escaping his throat as you kissed.

You repositioned yourself slightly so that you were on the receiving end of the friction you were creating as you rocked your hips to and fro. A gasp caught on your lips and you felt him grin against you mouth.

Feeling bolder, he slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts through your bra.

It was good job you were in a relatively secluded area, the windows of the car were now completed misted over.

Spencer tugged on your bra straps, sliding them down your arms and reaching behind your back for the clasp. You allowed him to remove it, making sure the sleeping bag was positioned so that if anyone did suddenly appear, you wouldn’t get shopped for publicly indecency.

Reid broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes raking over your chest. He breathed in deeply, his eyes darkening.

“Like what you see?” You asked cockily, trying to break some of the tension.

“What’s not to like?” Spencer leant forward and pressed his warm lips to your breastbone, his hands moving over your thighs, sliding higher as you continued to grind gently against him.

“Stop moving for a second.. ” His whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he kissed his way across your chest to your nipple, lightly circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking your hard bud.

“Oh fuck” You whimpered. You could no longer feel the cold, only the warmth coursing through your body. Spencer sucked harder, his tongue teasing you and sending shivers down your spine straight to your groin. His fingers moved higher up your thighs, stroking against the fabric of your underwear which you were sure had to be wet now.

“Spence… Fuck.”

His thumb grazed over your clit, making you shudder lightly. Realising he was in the right place, he started to rub over the fabric, glancing up at you as he did, biting down softly on your breast.

You started to pant lowly, biting on your bottom lip as Spencer massaged your clit through your panties.

“Oh god….oh sweet fuck… ” You gasped, starting to grind on him again. He moaned loudly biting down harder and you cried out.

“Shit. Too hard?” He pulled away.

“No… But… ” You lifted yourself off him slightly and reached for his boxers. He got the message and raised his hips and slid them down.

Resting back down, you reached between your bodies and pulled your panties to one side, using your hands to position him against your lips.

“Do we….. ?” He asked.

“Pill.” You breathed out, allowing him to slide in slowly, wincing slightly at the new sensation.

“Fuck.” Spencer groaned out.

“Yep.” You agreed and started rocking against him, his hand slipping back between you to resume it’s ministrations on your clit.

Resting your forehead to his, you moved. Rolling your hips against his and clenching around him as jolts of pleasure shot through you. He bucked underneath you, pushing himself deeper inside as you both soon fell into a perfect rhythm with each other.

Spencers fingers kept up their motions on your clit and you slowly felt your orgasm start to build, your legs trembling when it started to overtake you. You started to grind harder and faster on him, his own moans coming faster now. You came a few minutes later, crying out his name as you did. You shuddered on top of him, your thighs clenching as you continued to move up and down, Spencers hands now moving to your hips to help with your pace.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna… ”

He didn’t need to finish, you felt him releasing himself inside of you in short bursts. You slowed your movements, bringing them to a halt.

“Well…” You breathed out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a hell of a lot warmer.”

“Same… Almost too warm, not that I’m going to complain.”

Just then, his phone started to sing and you scrambled for it, feeling a warm sticky fluid running down your thighs as he slipped out.

“Sorry….” He said hurriedly, grabbing for his cell and answering it.

It was Triple A. They had a vehicle ready and he was on his way. He’d be about fifteen minutes, they told Spencer.

You hurriedly pulled your clothes back on and wiped down the interior windows so you watch for their arrival.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked, nerves in his voice.

“Hmmmm?”

“Was that…. Was that like a one time thing?”

You glanced back to see him looking away quickly.

“It’s an as many time as you want it to be thing, Spencer. ”

“Okay, good.”

“But Reid? Next time… You really don’t need to break my car. Just ask!”

“I didn’t… I… I… Y/N, I swear…”

You laughed at him, seeing headlights approaching in the distance.

“I know Spencer… I know. ”

💋Lake House (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Grayson and the reader are friends and they go on a trip with a lot of friends and they are forced to share a bed for a week in the hotel and like Grayson takes off his shirt to go to bed so this makes the reader really embarrassed because she likes him and then she wants him to feel the same way and she puts her pajama which is only a T-shirt and panties and it’s all hot in the room and all!

Warnings: This was supposed to be just fingering, but I got carried away but sex.

A/N: I hope I did this justice for you! I decided to make it a camping trip type thing because I want to go camping so bad right now and it’s all I can think about! Requests are OPEN. (P.S. I hate myself for writing this cause now my emotions are all over the place)

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I feel so homesick right now… so I took my homesickness and gave it to Lance bc thinking about how homesick Lance must be somehow made me feel happier for a second before I started crying bc he must feel it at least 10x worse bc I know I’ll see them soon and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see his family again

Sorry if there are any typos, I can barely see through my tears

-at the garrison it was somehow different. he wasn’t with his family, but he knew he’d get to see them around the holidays and such things, plus skyping or texting or calling

-he still missed them and so he thought he knew what homesickness felt like: a tiny squeeze of your heart and a whispered voice reminding you of your family, but still fairly easy to ignore with the smallest distractions

-even then, if things got really bad for him at school he knew the worst they could do was send him back to his family, who would still accept him even if he was kicked out

-and then he was pulled into a giant space war

-which, unlike the garrison or literally any other school, has his schedule entirely unplanned

-was he going to eat breakfast tomorrow or were they going to have to fight something? was Allura going to surprise them with a crazy drill that they’d have to suffer through? was Hunk going to wake up later than usual and cause to Coran decide to make them disaster food? if he slept in, would the team let him sleep til lunch? who knows

-was he even going to live long enough to see his family? if Zarkon attacked earth, would they know? would they be able to stop him? what if his family is already dead? for all Lance knew, he could die in his sleep, but Allura dismissed him and said they couldn’t visit earth yet

-he has so much more time to think of things and at first he thought that would make him would feel better, but it doesn’t

-instead he notices that he can’t remember the way his sister parted her her hair, or where the freckle on his brother’s face was or if there even was one. he can’t quite remember the tune to the song his mother always sang, or the way his dad’s face lit up as he came home from his late shift at work only to find that everyone had stayed up late just to see him walk through the door

-his first thought is that it didn’t matter, that those were only the small things

-but then he noticed that he could barely breathe

-he was gasping and his lungs felt like they were full of cotton, his eyes stung as he tried not to cry, his head pounding out his erratic heartbeat. his hands and feet felt numb, his arms and legs like jelly. he felt nauseous too, and bile stung his throat as his mouth went completely dry. his heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest viciously

-he tried to think of something else, anything else, but now his head was screaming everything he must be missing back at home

-does his sister still make cookies every saturday? does his brother still pick flowers on his way home from school? does his mom still make ridiculous cards for him and his siblings? does his dad still insist that they take pictures everyday?

-do they think he’s dead?

-at this point Lance just needs to get out. he’s scared and just hopes that distracting himself will still work because it’s the only thing he could think of

-so he walks right down into the dining room where the rest of the team is and starts talking

-the others talk back, and everything goes back to normal for Lance

-but the longer he’s away from his family, the more often this occurs, until it’s a habit to just talk to everyone every time he has someone to talk to

-he talked to the paladins, he talked to the alteans, he talked to Blue (and any other lion, although he couldn’t tell if they were listening or not)

-and eventually the others found him to be more and more annoying

-which sucks, because he needs them more than ever now, because now everything he does reminds him of home

-bathing, eating, sleeping, practicing, laughing, even talking

-and there are things he never did in space like fighting, training, or using crazy machines, but it just helped remind him that he’s doing them because he’s not at home

-Lance wants to tell them, but no one else talks about being homesick so he decides he has to stay strong

-they all say he’s annoying (wether or not they mean it) so he slowly gets quieter and basically loses his only coping mechanism but no one seems to notice how much worse he’s getting

-they don’t notice how quiet he is now either, until he says something and someone asks him if he knows how to shut up before they realize that that was the first time they had heard him speak in days

-they see his face fall and his eyes fill with tears, and now they notice his eye bags and the way he seems to be ready to fall over at any given second

-they don’t say anything however, because they aren’t very social and don’t know what to say (only Hunk and Coran seem to have any skills socially, but they wouldn’t be telling Lance to shut up in the first place so it’s safe to say whoever said it wouldn’t be a feelings expert)

-so they leave it alone. Lance was probably just tired lately for some reason but they won’t make him go to sleep because they figure he’ll be fine (again, pretty sure Hunk and Coran are the only ones who know what sleeping is)

-they’re too lost in thought to notice Lance leave the room gasping for air

-they’re too busy moving on to notice that Lance won’t be fine

Muddled

College AU. Sleeping with an asshole wasn’t your intention, and neither was falling in love with him.

Part Two

Pairing: Asshole!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sex and drugs, moderate swearing. c:
Author’s Note: I think the fandom needs an assholish version of Bucky that gets whipped by love and if you’re into gotg check out my Peter Quill fic for something lighthearted here.

Hot and groggy, you sluggishly wiped away the sweat drenching your forehead with the back of your hand and sat up.

Dazed, you cracked your tired eyes open and almost croaked when the chill of the room caressed your bare breasts. You folded your arms across your chest, and squinted at your surroundings, only to find, to your immediate distress and horror, that you weren’t in your own bedroom.

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Babysitting

“No worries Mrs. Dempsey everything will be fine!” You assured Mrs. Dempsey, you were babysitting her daughter for the weekend seeing as her and Mr. Dempsey were going away for a trip.

“Okay, I’ll leave you two have fun!” She got into the car, and you turned to the little girl who had the biggest smile on her face.

“Ready for some fun!” You yelled,

“YESSSSSS!” She replied,

“Okay what shall we do first?” You asked,

“Makeovers?” She asked, you smirked while nodding,

“I did bring some of my makeup,” you saw her face light up with joy. You two ran to her room, where you took out all your makeup,

“Can you do mine first?” She asked,

“Of course cutie,” you said while tapping the top of her nose. You let her choose what eyeshadow color she preferred. She chose a pink, so you began doing her makeup. Next you guys moved onto lipstick where she again chose a pink color.

“Okay done, you look beautiful.” You told her as you finished applying blush. She looked in the mirror,

“I look like a princess!” She said while smiling,

“Your turn!” She turned to you. You sat down and she began.

“You’re pretty enough for Zach,” She randomly stated,

“Who’s Zach?” You asked,

“My older brother,” she stated while being concentrated on your eyeshadow,

“You have a brother?!” You asked completely surprised. Mrs. Dempsey never once mentioned she had a son, maybe he’s away at college.

“Yeah, he’s in high school,” welp never mind not in college then,

“But he’s rarely home, he’s always with friends or basketball.” You could hear the sadness in her voice, you frowned.

“Well you always have me,” you told her rubbing her shoulder up and down. She smiled hugging you, she finished your makeup and you looked in the mirror. She actually did a pretty good job for an 8 year old. You have her a high five,

“So what’s next on our princess adventures?” You asked her,

“Dinner!” She said running to the kitchen,

“What do you want to eat, princess?” You asked her,

“Cookies!” She yelled,

“Hmm that’s not really dinner, how about I cook us some pasta and then we can bake cookies afterwards?” You asked her she nodded, you started making some pasta. After you were done you served both of you guys’ food and you both began eating,

“This is really good!” She said while gobbling her food away, you just giggled. You were both done with your pasta so you took out all the materials to bake cookies. All you guys really needed to do was place the cookie dough on a pan but you guys made it seem like you guys were professional bakers.

“Don’t eat the cookie dough!” You giggled while taking it away from her.

“But it tastes sooo good!” She tried reaching for more.

“The more cookie dough you eat, the less cookies there will be!” You said putting it further away, she finally gave up. A couple seconds later, you guys heard someone come in through the door, you both looked at each other confused. You told her to stay in the kitchen as you went to go see who it was,

“Who the fuck are you?” This very tall muscular guy asked,

“I’m Y/N.. who are you?”

“ZACHHHHHHHH,” before you could answer she ran into the kitchen. So this was Zach, you thought he was pretty cute. She rushed to him and hugged him,

“Y/N’s babysitting me, she’s so nice and she’s pretty!” She stated while Zach picked her up.

“Cmon let’s continue to bake our cookies,” you told her as Zach put her down,

“Wanna join us Zach?” She asked,

“Sure why not,” Zach stated following you guys to the kitchen. The three of you started placing cookie dough on the pan,

“Don’t eat the cookie dough!” You scolded Zach,

“Geez okay mom,” you giggled.
You guys were soon done and placed them in the oven,

“What do you want to do while they’re in the oven, princess?” You asked her,

“If Zachs gonna hang out with us he has to have makeup on too!” She declared, you laughed and looked over to him,

“NO!” He stated while walking away,

“CMOOOOON,” both of you guys whined, giving him puppy eyes.

“don’t give me those cute faces, ugh okay fine,” Zach said finally giving in. You and his sister high fived each other. You two finished his makeup and he didn’t look pleased at all. You two just laughed at him.

“Okay princess go put on a movie while I go get the cookies!” You told her and she nodded, you walked into the kitchen. Zach walked in,

“I can take them out,” he stated,

“Such a gentleman,” you said in between laughs, you couldn’t take him seriously because of his makeup.

“Only for princesses,” he smirked you just nudged him. You walked into the living room where the movie and blankets were already set up. Zach came in a couple minutes later with a plate filled with cookies and three cups of milk. He placed them on the coffee table, you guys all sat down and got comfortable. You were in the middle of Zach and his sister but in a matter of seconds she knocked out.

“Here I’ll take her to her room,” Zach stood up while picking her up bridal style. As that was happening you paused the movie and took out some makeup wipes, you went into her room and gently took off her makeup.

“My turn,” Zach stated,

“Cmon I have some more, they’re in my bag.” You said, both of you walking out of her room. You took out some more makeup wipes and started taking his makeup off. He kept his eyes on you the whole time. Next was you, you took off all your makeup and he still stared at you,

“You look better without it,” He mumbled, you looked over at him and blushed. You two went back to the living room to continue watching the movie. Both of you sat together and after a few minutes he placed his arm around you, you liked the warmth it gave you. You moved closer to him and placed your head on his chest. You got up to go check up on his sister, she was still knocked out so you returned to the living room where Zach was. You sat down next to him again,

“Is she still asleep?” He asked, you nodded.

“She’s so cute,” You said while reaching for a cookie,

“Yeah she is,” he agreed and you swear for a second you heard him mumble “so are you” but you just shrugged it off. You turned to him and shoved a cookie in his mouth, him almost choking. You burst out into laughter. He pretended to be mad and turned his head to the side,

“Aweee is little baby Zach mad?” You cooed, he turned to look at you and nodded. He looked so cute, you just grabbed his cheeks. You sat on his lap, and continued pulling his cheeks,

“Are you still mad?” You laughed.
He crashed his lips into yours pulling you closer to him. Grabbing your thighs and you wrapping your arms around him. You moved your hands to his hair where you lightly tugged it as he moved down to your neck where you let out a soft moan, you felt his smirk and he continued sucking that particular area.

“Ewwww,” You got off of him and looked around to see his sister covering her eyes, you blushed.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed, love?” You asked her while getting up she gasped,

“Did Zach hit you?!” She asked,

“No why?” You asked,

“You have a bruise on your neck!” She said running to Zach starting to hit him.

“No Princess he didn’t hit me,” you said while separating her and Zach,

“It’s just umm it’s an umm it’s a bee sting! You just didn’t see it before because I covered it with makeup.” You lied, she made an ‘o’ shape with her mouth and you could hear Zach laugh at that horrible lie.

“Zach why was Y/N on top of you?” You smirked, now the spotlight was on him.

“We were um… playing dentist! She was looking to see if I had any cavities!” He lied to her and you covered your mouth to keep you from laughing,

“But it looked like you guys were kissing,” she said again,

“What? No I would never kiss him, boys have cooties.” You told her, she looked confused but she nodded.

“Cmon let’s take you back to bed princess,” Zach carried her to her room again. He came out a couple minutes later,

“Bee sting huh?” He smirked,

“My lie was wayyyy better than yours.” You laughed, he just shook his head while laughing. He changed the subject,

“You can sleep in my bed if you want,” he said,

“Where are you gonna sleep?” You asked,

“I can sleep on the couch,” he simply stated, you thought it was unfair. He led you to his room where he opened the door,

“Your bed is big enough, we can both fit, you’re definitely not sleeping on the couch.” You stated,

“Are you sure that’s fine?” He asked, you nodded. You went to go get comfortable clothing from your bag, you took out some shorts and a loose crop top. You went into the bathroom to change and came out. You walked into his room where Zach was taking off his shirt, you quickly looked away even though you wanted to stare at his body.

“Is it okay if I sleep shirtless?” He asked, you nodded still not looking at him, instead looking around his room. Noticing all his medals and basketball posters,

“You’re good aren’t you?” You asked pointing at all his medals, he nodded while scratching the back of his neck. You yawned, Zach picked you up bridal style,

“You’re tired princess,” him calling you that made you blush so you buried your head into his chest. He laid you on one side of the bed and pulled the blankets over you, he got in on the other side. He pulled you into his bare skin, the scent of his cologne made you fall asleep.

“Zach I can’t find Y/N,” His sister walked in making both of you wake up,

“Don’t worry im right here,” you walked over to her, hugging her.

“The thunder, it’s scary,” She said, Zach turned on the lights, tears filling her eyes.

“It’s okay, baby, come sleep with me and Zach.” You said bringing her towards the bed. She crawled in and you got in next to her, and Zach on the other side. You three both fell asleep, but before you did you heard Zach say,

“My two princesses.” Which made you smile for those couple of seconds that you were awake.

Saeran and V waking up with MC for the first time

Hey! Here are Saeran and V in addition to that Waking up with MC for the first time post. Sorry it took a while to answer, I wasn’t really inspired to do them, so… I’m sorry if this isn’t as cute as the original post.

Saeran

  • He wakes up feeling something tickling his nose.
  • Is his brother pulling that stupid prank he pulled on Yoosung? Does he have whip cream in one of his hands waiting to get splashed on his face?
  • For fuck’s sake, his brother is such an idiot and… oh, wait! That thing tickling his nose is your hair.
  • And Saeyoung isn’t here, but you are. Beside him. IN THE BED!
  • Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Have you two…? Are you… naked? No! He can’t look! He won’t look! No! No! No! Shit, he looks.
  • And you have your clothes on, so has he. Whew, what a relief!
  • Relief? Yeah, maybe a little, but… what if something actually happened? Would it be wrong? Bad?
  • Is he ready for this kind of intimacy? Is he ready to let himself get all of your affection? Does he deserve it?
  • He doesn’t feel like he deserves. Yes, the reason why you’re with him right now is because he had one of his episodes last night and you stayed to calm him.
  • It worked, apparently, as he actually slept. Well, that was new, he rarely has any sleep, he’s so scared of his painful dreams, he didn’t had any that night…
  • But… what about you? Are you okay with this? With him being like this?
  • “Saeran? Are you okay?” you rise your head and he feels his breath being taken away, your hair is a mess, you have bags under your eyes, and yet… you look beautiful!
  • “Y-Yes. I’m… I’m fine. I… am sorry for last night, MC, I…” “Don’t worry, it was all a nightmare, just rest a little more…” you make him nuzzle at your chest.
  • It wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. Yet you stayed until he fell asleep. When did you actually get a chance to sleep that night?
  • He’s so self-conscious and worried, but… your heartbeat… is calming him down… he’s feeling sleepy again…
  • This isn’t a dream, this is real.

V

  • He wakes up with your breath against his chest.
  • It’s so calm and soothing and… wait, are you two actually cuddling?
  • How did this happen? Oh yeah… he remembers.
  • You two are camping in this beautiful mountain, he managed to bring you along so you could help him with the photos.
  • It was cold at night, really cold as the blankets you brought weren’t enough, so he suggested you two hugged to keep each other warm.
  • He chuckles remembering you clearing your throat in embarrassment, but it was very cold…
  • And you are very warm, indeed. And soft… and your hair smells like heaven and… how can someone be so perfect even at such a vulnerable state?
  • Or is the vulnerability that makes you perfect like this? He grew some afraid of vulnerability for some time after… well, you know
  • But right now, he wants to allow himself being vulnerable around you as much as you are around him.
  • He also wants having you in his arms like this every day and night, but… no, maybe that’s too much.
  • “Jihyun?” oh, your sleepy voice calling his real name… is he really awake? Isn’t this a dream? “Are you still cold?”
  • “A little, MC. Can’t you come a little closer?” you are too sleepy to feel flustered, so you just put your leg over his body.
  • He wasn’t really cold, but now he’s definitely shivering.
Deprivation

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon! “The reader is having nightmares and isn’t really sleeping but doesn’t tell Jasper out of fear of worrying him but he begins sensing her exhaustion and knows how to comfort her through both his powers and how long they’ve been dating and is able to both confront and comfort her? Thank you so much.” Hope you like it!

It was the fourth night adhering to your newfound, and limited, sleep schedule. You lay awake, your cheek resting softly against the marble chest of your boyfriend, his skin chilling your cheekbone against all odds, cold piercing through the thin fabric of his shirt, his fingertips lazing gently along the curvature of your spine. He knew you were awake, though the two of you exchanged no words, his unnecessary breath keeping time with yours, lungs filling in tandem. The air was stagnant in your bedroom, flooded with notes of aged fabric and filling sweetly with the intoxicating scent that lifted so easily from Jasper’s skin. It was not an uncomfortable environment to find yourself sleepless within. Hell, the only surface you could find that may have been harder than Jasper’s slow-moving chest was concrete, and still you found yourself at ease and entirely relaxed against the plains of his body. With the warmth of your blanket’s cotton embrace and the familiar chill of Jasper’s holding you close, it was almost laughable how you couldn’t bear to fall asleep. The world’s most particular infant would be out in seconds… and yet you laid awake, your eyes blinking senselessly into the darkness of your room, tracing shadows, counting breath, and fighting the urge to sleep.

Jasper’s fingers swirled unseen circles against the curve of your shoulder blades, his touch hovering with determined delicacy, always aware of the damage he could cause with a thoughtless flick of his wrist. Your eyes closed peacefully, your lashes whispering against his shirt, your steady intake of breath exaggerated some by the facade of sleepiness you hoped you exuded. In truth, there was no escaping the truth of your situation. Jasper, even without his heightened empathy, would have been able to tell your falsehoods from sincerity as easily as he could identify your face in a crowd of strangers. Still, you were dead-set on keeping your internal struggle from being brought to light beneath the vampire’s nose. The last thing you needed was to have Jasper hovering over your headboard as you slept, overly-concerned for your well-being, religiously controlling the thermostat and amount of light entering your room as he fought to give you the night’s sleep you deserved. No, Jasper couldn’t be brought into the loop; you distinctly remembered the expression that had set into his features when you let slip how afraid you were of vampires. This was before you knew of his family’s secret, of course, but the man had gone well out of his way to prove to you how gentle he could be, how kind, how safe before finally telling you why he skipped school during the blood drive and how he had run so far so fast when a passerby tripped on the pavement during your late-night outing in Port Angeles.

Your conviction had been watertight nights one and two, but you found yourself slipping the last two days; if only you could charm a mental nudge from Jasper, just enough to calm you down, perhaps you wouldn’t see the startling images that painted themselves across your eyelids when you tried to sleep. Pictures of death, portraits of scattered limbs… a thousand vampires, their pupils blown wide within frames of violent crimson, sinking their teeth into every exposed inch of Jasper’s flesh as he thrashed and writhed in pain. He did not bleed, but the injury was obvious. He did not speak, but his wordless, sometimes voiceless cries were exponentially worse to witness. When they tore his arms from their sockets, his face contorted in agony. When they hurled him in your direction, his eyes terrified as he absorbed the full extent of his environment, you could hardly bear to watch. When the vampires crowded about you, their ravenous eyes torn between their two victims, you could only watch. This was usually when he began to speak, his sentences punctuated with shouts of pain as more and more hands became claws around his neck. You felt it, then; the ripping, the tearing of your flesh as the mob descended. Jasper, of course, could do nothing but watch. You found yourself, for once, on equal ground. When you woke, the image of Jasper’s head lifted above the crowd of newborns was still branded into the front of your mind. Jasper’s hands would smooth over your hair, as they did now, his voice a soothing force in the inky darkness.

“You walk like the dead all day, but when it comes time you can’t sleep?” he whispered into the shadows, his fingers trailing upward along the back of your neck, his palm smoothing over the strands of your hair. His voice was like honey, dripping slowly through the summer’s heat, catching the sunset’s rays as it descended. You lifted your face to meet his gaze, his butterscotch eyes gleaming in the lack of light. His hair harvested the moonlight as it shone, just barely, through your curtains. He adjusted himself to better accommodate your new position, inching himself into a seated stance before inviting you to his chest once more, his arms closing around your waist as you nestled yourself into his lap. He inhaled slowly, his eyes burning from within with adoration, almost enough adoration to hide the underlying concern that threatened to douse the flames until they were no more than embers. He lifted a hand to cradle your cheek, his palm frigid to the touch, your body too accustomed to his radical temperature to flinch. He smiled a slow, easy smile, his lips upturned in the corners, his face relaxed. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he offered, his words neither command nor inquiry, his features betraying nothing. If you had been strangers, you would have believed him to be impartial to your answer, uncaring on the subject of if he ever got one… but you knew him. He was already half-mad with worry. You returned his quiet smile, your eyes bleary from lack of sleep, your muscles aching from the absence of rest.

“I’m fine, Jazz. A little insomnia never killed anyone, I can promise you that.” You ran your fingers absentmindedly through waves of his golden hair, his eyes closing at your touch. He sighed blissfully, his hands dropping to your waist, his thumbs working into your hipbones as your hands fell to the nape of his neck, your fingers interlacing to secure your hands at the back of his neck. Jasper’s eyes washed over your face, his brow pinching as he took you in. “I wish you’d stop worrying so much. Really, I’m fine. Loads of people have sleepless nights. It’s not as big a deal as you think.” He parted his lips to counter your claim, but you continued over his unspoken argument. “Jasper, it’s a human thing. A night or two without sleep isn’t the plague. I’m going to be fine.” He lifted his hand to your face, his fingers smoothing over your cheekbone, his thumb moving to caress the bags beneath your eyes. They looked more like bruises every day, each night darkening and deepening the external effects of your deprivation.

“You’re not fine, Y/n. If I couldn’t hear your heart beating, couldn’t feel how warm you are, couldn’t smell your blood like perfume, you could convince me you were bit four days ago and I wouldn’t call your bluff. You look more and more like me every day.” His hand fell to your shoulder, smoothing over your arm until your hand had moved to meet his between your bodies. He twined his fingers with your own, his eyes bright with anxiety. “If you tell me why you’re so afraid, I could help you. You know I could.” You rested your forehead against his own, your breath expelling from your lungs in a single, weightless huff. Jasper tilted his head, freeing his hand from your hold to guide your head to his shoulder, the hand he had held at your waist smoothing upward until it rubbed against the middle of your back. His voice was a melodic whisper against your hair. “I’ve never seen you so exhausted. Tell me how I can help you, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.” You felt tears well along your waterlines; frustration-born and embarrassing, saltwater flowed down over your cheekbones, making contact with the shoulder of Jasper’s shirt, his hands slowing against your back, his palm abandoning your hair to smudge the tears along your cheek, breaking their trails as they fell. “You can tell me anything, darlin’. I’ve probably heard a lot worse.” You collapsed against him, your body giving out under the strain of your sleeplessness.

“I keep seeing it. Every time I try to sleep I see it happen, over and over. I thought it would go away, but it keeps getting worse. For the past week and a half I’ve been having this… this… terrifying dream. It’s only just gotten to the point where I can’t even close my eyes without seeing it all… happen again. It used to be once a night, then twice a night, but now…” you inhaled, your breath trembling as it flooded your lungs. “It’s always the same scene. You’re alone on a field, wearing Calvary greys, but your eyes are still so bright, so warm. I see you look around like you’re trapped, see them rush you from all around, and there are so many of them. They keep biting you, here and here and here,” you whimpered, further emphasizing your tale of terror as your fingers traced, by memory, the ridges of his numerous scars. “Then they start to tear at you, and you’re screaming and I can’t do anything to help, but I want to, so I feel myself reaching forward and suddenly I’m there, with you, and all of them turn to me like they’re starving and I’m a feast. Half of them keep ripping pieces of you away, the other start ripping at me, and just before I wake up I see your head come off.” Jasper’s breath had ceased, his hands frozen along the expanse of your back, his eyes glued to your face as you spun your nightmare into verbal reality, shaking your head all the while as if to dash the very thoughts from your brain. “And I know it’s ridiculous to even think that this could happen, but it’s not so much a thing of the present or future as it is a peephole into the past. I know at least some of this happened to you, Jasper, I know what could happen if anything like what you faced with Maria comes to Forks. And I can’t bear to lose you, can’t stand to think about it. I have to stay awake so I know you’re okay because every time I close my eyes I can’t be sur-” Jasper’s lips found your own then, his mouth working over yours with a heated passion you had hardly ever witnessed before. His hand tangled in your hair, his palm pressing against the small of your back to secure your body to his. He parted his lips from yours, pressing kisses against your cheek, your forehead, his breath flowing freely over your skin. When he leveled his eyes with yours, his gaze was a blaze of impossible love. He held your face between both of his palms, his hold on yours both gentle and firm. You could look nowhere else but into his eyes.

“Y/n, we’re not in danger here. I’m far detached from the armies of newborns that destroy the southern cities. I haven’t seen or heard from Maria in close to a hundred years. She and her masses of untrained soldiers are no threat to us. I’ve been bit before, of course, but that was when I was a newborn myself. Nowadays, I doubt any of them would be able to touch me. They would never come close enough to touch you, not by ten miles. On my honour, they wouldn’t even catch the scent of you before they were burning in pieces. I’m not looking for fights, and I don’t expect to find one on our doorstep anytime soon. You have my word. There’s nothing to be worried about. I promise to keep my head set firmly on my shoulders so long as you keep yours, and that requires sleep, darlin’.” A giggle escaped your lips, watered-down slightly from the recent flow of tears from your eyes. Jasper’s grin was near blinding in the darkness. “Come on, now. Close your eyes. We’ll both be here when you wake up.” You nodded your head, your body collapsing further against the hardened muscles of Jasper’s torso. You lifted your head for a brief moment, your eyes locked on his.

“Could you do your mind thing? With the…” Jasper nodded solemnly, the shadow of a grin itching at the corner of his mouth as a warming wave of comfort washed over your limbs like an ocean breeze. You smiled, content, pressing your lips to his jaw before resting your cheek against his shoulder once more, his smile now clearly visible. “Thank you,” you breathed, Jasper’s borrowed comfort easing your eyes closed, your every exhale deepening your state of relaxation until your mind began to fog over. You felt a pang of fear tighten in your chest, followed swiftly by a rush of serenity and ease. You slowly faded away to sleep, Jasper’s hands tracing the ridges of your spine as you lifted from reality to settle in the meadow of a dream.