but i just felt like sleeping the whole day

calilycal  asked:

14,16 for tom???💖💖💖💖🍗

Pairing: Reader x Tom

14 - “You can’t solve all your problems by hiding in bed all day.”

16 - “I know when you’re lying.”  “Yeah, how’s that?”

Originally posted by spiderholland

You heard the door creak, as you were tucked under the blankets that were currently hiding the sun from your face. It was well past nine in the morning, to some that’s normal. But to you, it felt like wasting a whole day sleeping anytime past nine. Your boyfriend had opened the windows, revealing the sun that already was heating up the duvet as it casted down into your apartment.

“Good morning, love.” You heard him speak softly from somewhere in the room. You made no motive to say anything back. Though, you weren’t upset with him, or anything. You were just simply not in a good mood. Everyone is allowed to have a bad day.

“Babe,” he cooed, closer to you now. “I brought you some tea.” He said. His loving voice persuaded you from under the covers. You poked your head out, the bright sun making you squint up at him. Your messy hair fell over your face, making him snort.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You said, pouting up at him as he came to sit on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Sorry, you look adorable.” Tom soothed, placing the tea cup on the bedside table. You watched him curiously for a moment before laying your head back down on the pillow.

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anonymous asked:

Pbarmercy prompt where pharah secretly rescues a lil puppy during a mission and later shows it to mercy in her quaters

Starts with Angst, ends with fluff ;)

This is such a cute prompt … I’m sorry I rushed it a bit, there was honestly so much more I could have written ^^;


It is a hell hole. It is always a hell hole, the places they go.

Pharah ducks behind a crumbling building, the scraps of decommissioned omnics spill oil in the streets which coats the inside of her nostrils. Oil has become synonymous with blood in her mind, in the synapses which transfer information through it. She gags because they were alive and now they are not, and it always hurts; it always burns deep in her stomach like acid.

“Pharah, position?” Someone says over comms - she thinks it is Winston.

“Outer edges,” she replies. All threats have been neutralized. They are not far from base, it is truly horrific how close they sometimes get. Fareeha worries about her comrades, how she will protect them all if a time may come that they are all under fire. It is … terrifying.

“Acknowledged,” says someone else, “can you meet us back at base?”

“Copy.” Replies Pharah, “I will check in at the gate.”

“Good, over and out.” This time is is Angela, her voice is exhausted and beautiful. Fareeha deflates behind her barricade, looks down at the sparking omnic beside her.

There is a cemetery not too far off, she remembers it; she hoists the body over her shoulder and walks quietly in the Raptora (in the heavy silence of a battlefield) there; digs a hole, sets the body in it.

Fareeha Amari knows the value of the rite into the afterlife; everyone deserves a proper burial. There is a rock off to the side; medium sized and flat-ish. She goes to it, bends to pick it up.

There is a sound like whimpering, Pharah is surprised that there is a puppy crouched behind it, tail between its legs. It must have been caught up in the battle.

Cemeteries are, ironically, relatively safe places to be during war. Pharah knows. Pharah remembers a mission during her first deployment; how she and her captain had taken cover in a cemetery for two days after the squad had been dismantled.

In a way, she feels as though this puppy is an echo of her, then. Twenty-two and woefully unprepared. Emotionally scarred, even now.

She reaches her hand out tentatively, the fleshy and warm one, the one that connects with the world around it, and is pleasantly surprised when the puppy does not shrink away from her. It accepts her with a nuzzle and a lick and Fareeha knows already that she will not turn away.

She finishes up with the makeshift headstone, and heads for home.


The puppy is probably a retriever, Fareeha guesses, watching it scramble around her room - if the amount of fluff and the yellow coloring is any indicator. She has scraps for it in a bowl on the ground along with some water and a mat made of the formal attire she is relatively certain she will never have the occasion for; despite this, it seems to be more interested in a pair of socks and the relative firmness of her barrack bed.

Fareeha sighs heavily as she sits next to it; she knows this was unwise. There are a lot of things she is not equipped to handle - regular walks and a steady schedule for avoiding incidents.

Fareeha has been assigned to the bulk of all missions lately…

Tomorrow, she resolved, she will deal with it tomorrow.

The puppy curls up beside her as she lays down, obviously exhausted.

She does not blame it; she feels the same.



For two weeks, things go well enough. Fareeha is more reclusive than she is generally known to be, but people do not mention it.

For two weeks it is fine, and then she is assigned to a mission in America and things become entirely more complicated.

She’s named the puppy Ernill, which was the name etched on the omnic that night. She has learned that it is a male, that he definitely enjoys socks and that he can absolutely not be left alone for any extensive amount of time lest he destroy everything.

At midnight the night before her deployment, Fareeha knocks lightly on Hana’s door, knowing the girl is up and streaming. After a few minutes, probably the time it took to finish her current match, Hana opens the door, looks at her strangely, a silent question.

“Can I ask a favor of you?” Fareeha asks, quietly, seriously.

“Depends…” Hana says, deceptively intelligent and always a little more than wary. Fareeha pulls out a leash.

“… is this something kinky?” Hana asks. Fareeha goes red with indignation.

“What? No! Of course not,” Fareeha says. “I … adopted a dog … on our last mission.”

This catches Hana’s attention, she leans forward, interested.

“It would be unwise to tell Winston of it. But I cannot leave him alone for so long after I leave tomorrow.”

“If you’re asking me to watch a dog,” says Hana, “I’m already sold.” And she grins and Fareeha feels relief she has not felt in ages.

Fareeha introduces Hana to Ernill, the two get along well. Or, perhaps Hana just really likes dogs. Regardless, when Fareeha leaves the next day, she is please at the thought of the little dog’s safety.



Fareeha returns a week later, bruised and exhausted. Briefly, she forgets that a dog even exists. She nearly forgets she exists. She just wants to sleep.

Despite the success of the mission as a whole, she feels like she has failed in her own way - a success means no injury, and she is definitely feeling the hole in her leg.

When she opens the door to her room, she expects empty, dark, silence.

What she gets is Angela, dressed in a tank top and flannel pajama shorts, playing with Ernill, a rope toy in her hand and in his teeth; they are both sitting on her bed. Everything Fareeha thinks she feels seems to vanish, all but the warmth up her neck and in her ears.

She sets her bag down at about the same time they both turn to look at her.

Angela is smiling freely into the empty room and it is like sunlight; Fareeha is not sure she has seen anything more calming, more needed in a particular moment in her entire life.

“Welcome back,” she says, quietly, wonderfully. Ernill nudges the hand the rope toy is in, demanding attention.

Fareeha does not recall having purchased a rope toy.

“Oh - thank you,” says Fareeha, shuts the door behind her to avoid prying eyes.

“How are you?” Angela asks, and eyes the way Fareeha is favoring her left leg skeptically. Fareeha tries to hide the pain of it.

“Fine,“ and then seeing Angela’s disbelief, adds unconvincingly: "Nothing serious,” a pause, “I see you have met Ernill.”

At this, Angela’s face breaks out in another winning grin, she scratches behind his ears affectionately and then stands. Ernill jumps off the bed as she does so.

“Hana asked me to watch him, she left for a mission yesterday.”

Fareeha is beyond relieved that Hana had passed off the task - even if it only ended up being for a day.

Fareeha watches the way Angela walks toward her. Watches the way Angela places a hand on her right thigh, blushed deeply when she makes contact.

“What are you-” she begins, but then Angela pushes lightly and pain shoots up her leg and oddly, through her spine. Fareeha winces, stumbles. Angela frowns contemplatively.

Ernill barks and they both glance briefly to the door to make sure no one has heard.

“Nothing serious?” Angela repeats. Fareeha has the sense to chuckle lightly and try to play it off.

“Relatively,” she responds. Angela sighs and shakes her head, turns back to Ernill.

“How long have you had him?” She asks, her tone lighter now, more joking.

“A few weeks,” Fareeha responds, “since the mission in London.”

“Who knew; Fareeha Amari is not all stoicism behind the soldier facade,” Angela smiles. Fareeha wonders if this is how they all see her - as some statue of marble, unfazed. She wonders if she is not just repeating all of the same mistakes she has made in Helix.

“He was having a ruff day, I could not just leave him,” Fareeha says. Angela blinks once, twice, and then something seems to crack in her and she laughs and Fareeha blushes for no other reason than that Angela has a beautiful laugh.

Fareeha would tell a thousand awful jokes just to hear it again. When Angela recovers she is still smiling.

“I should … let you get some rest,” she finally says. “But do you mind if I visit? I’ve grown rather attached.”

“Come anytime you like,” Fareeha tells her sincerely. Angela smiles, and leaves for the door, but stops just before opening it. Turns to Fareeha, leaning just a little on it, Fareeha does not know why she feels the rise of a blush but it persists just the same.

“And Fareeha,” Angela says, “see me tomorrow about your thigh, I want to get a proper look at it.” There is something about the way she says this that sends a jolt of electricity through Fareeha’s stomach.

When the door closes with a light click Fareeha glances down at Ernill. His tail is wagging, tongue out, he barks once, happily and Fareeha feels as though something has changed which she cannot name; but which Ernill probably could - he looks … almost happy with what has just transpired.

Morning Person || Jack

Jack masterpost found here

Word count - 680

Summary - The one where you force Jack awake (and he hardly minds at all).

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Jack was never a morning person; in fact, he hated mornings. He’d sleep until 3:00 in the afternoon if you let him (of course, you never did). The two of you had been dating for nearly a year and you were always awake at least an hour before he was. You would get up, make a cup of coffee, eat breakfast, watch TV, and have a cup of tea ready for Jack when you forced him up at noon.

Today was different. The two of you spent the weekend at his parent’s house for the first time. His family was very lovely and knowing that the two of you were serious enough where he was comfortable with you spending time with his family made you happy. You were up early, even earlier than usual. Jack was still asleep beside you, his hair flopped over his forehead, his lips in a small pout, and his arm draped over your waist. You loved Jack with your whole heart and seeing him so peaceful made your stomach do a flip.

“Why’re you staring at me?” Jack mumbled, a smile growing on his face.

“Sorry,” you blushed, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” he said, opening his eyes and pulling you even closer to him. “What’s going on? Why’re you up? What time is it?”

“It’s 6:00,” you said. “I guess my mental alarm clock said I have to get ready for work.”

“But you’re on holiday,” Jack mumbled, his lips against your neck. “And it’s Saturday. You don’t have work.”

“I know,” you laughed. “I can’t help it. I’m just a morning person.”

As Jack placed small kisses to your neck, you had an idea. “C’mon,” you said, sitting up slightly. “Let’s get up.”

“Babe,” Jack laughed, “it’s nighttime.”

“No,” you said. “It’s morning. I wanna go for a walk. Along the beach.” Jack sat up as well, a teasing smirk on his face.

The sun hasn’t even come up yet and you want me to do what now?

“I want to go for a walk,” you pouted. “Please Jack? I wanna see the sunrise.” Jack heaved a sarcastic sigh and placed a kiss to your lips.

“You know I can’t say no to you.”

The two of you got out of bed, tossing on some warmer clothes to keep you hidden from the February chill. You put on a pair of sweats and one of Jack’s cozy sweatshirts and Jack did the same. You managed to leave the house without waking anyone up. The walk to the beach was short, so you and Jack walked hand in hand in comfortable silence.

When you got to the rocky beach shore, you and Jack sat beside each other. You laid your head on Jack’s shoulder and felt him rest his on top of yours. “Why do you like mornings so much?” he asked suddenly.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “It’s just, well, you miss so much when you sleep until 2:00, you know? I like to get up at a good time so I know that I have a whole day to do something extraordinary.”

You didn’t notice, but Jack stared at you then with the realization in his eyes that he would never love anyone else quite like he loved you.

The two of you eventually adjusted so that you were sitting in front of him in between his legs and he had his arms around you, resting a head on your shoulder. Naturally, it took a while for the sun to rise, but you were content the whole time. Jack kept placing delicate kisses to your neck while rubbing your arm with his thumb. He never failed to make you feel so fully loved. “Thanks for coming out here with me,” you said quietly, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Thanks for dragging me out of bed,” Jack said back with a small smile.

Seeing the morning sun now glowing on your skin and a peaceful smile on your face, Jack decided that maybe mornings weren’t so bad after all.

alive and safe and with me

They’re sitting at their dining room table and Philip smiles over at Lukas, picking another piece of pepperoni off his slice of pizza. 

“Why’re you still wearing long sleeves?” Philip asks, narrowing his eyes. “It’s hot in here.”

Lukas has had a sort of quiet contentment on his face since he got home late this afternoon and he just smiles, shaking his head.

“How are you not hot?” Philip asks. “I’m hot.”

“Yeah you are,” Lukas says, grinning at him.

Philip laughs, shaking his head. “What’s up with you? You meet some new cute guy at that group project thing? You getting ready to tell me you’re leaving?”

Lukas scoffs. “As if,” he says. 

Philip knows it’s the most impossible thing, which is why it’s so easy to joke about it. “So why are you acting like you’re staring at something beautiful?”

“Well, I am,” Lukas says, gesturing towards him. He grins when Philip sits back in his seat, clicking his tongue. “Angel face, you walked into that one.”

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How Can I? [Yoongi x Reader] ONE SHOT

I wanted to request a fanfic, more along the lines of fluff. Where one of the members (preferably kookie or suga) is mad at y/n (the reader) for whatever reason. And she tries to act cute and innocent, melting the anger away. Examples I was thinking could be — suddenly hugging him when he’s being serious, scary and lecturing. Maybe even a tad bit of crying? A dash of angst from the reader wanting forgiveness, ending in a pile of fluff. I don’t know if any of that made sense 😅

TBH I’m Probs gonna write the Jungkook one just because he fits the ‘anger melting away’ while his girlfriend is being cute. But HERE YA GOOOOO

 Yoongi x Reader

It was one of those days. Yoongi woke up and felt the whole world crashing in on him. He just felt bad, like really bad. He was annoyed, grumpy, and stressed out. He had a deadline to meet tonight and he was already planning on locking himself inside his studio. He saw you peacefully sleeping on the bed and he gazed at your face. He was glad you were there to support him.

He showered, got dressed and left. He was out the door and headed towards the studio.

You woke up a little later to find the spot next to you on the bed was empty. It didn’t really surprise you, but for some reason, today it did. You were a little bummed out since you haven’t seen Yoongi in awhile, officially. You sounded clingy, but you two haven’t spent alone time together. You probably felt him come into bed and leave for the past couple of weeks. You missed him. You decided you were going to do something special for him today. Since you knew that they were leaving for their tour in two days you decided that you would celebrate your anniversary which was that weekend. You knew that he had a deadline to meet so you would leave him until that time.

You got up, showered, got dressed, and ran errands. You had a full day of running around from place to place. You sent off packages to your family, picked up boxes for work, and you got groceries. Once you got home, you didn’t know what to cook. You called Jin over to your place to ask for some help, or more like making Jin cook for you to bring to Yoongi. You wanted this meal to be perfect so you could bring it to Yoongi to celebrate and possibly just spend some “together” time as well as catch up with that fool.You missed him.

Once Jin finished the dishes, you thanked him. You quickly called Yoongi after a couple of rings, he picked up, “What is it?” You smiled. He picked up so fast. “Oh Yoongs, I wanted to know if you were done with your project so I can come by with some food.” He heard sounds from your end of the line. He got suspicious. He heard a loud thump and a groan. You quickly turned to Jin, “Oh my gosh, Oppa, are you okay?!” Yoongi thought to himself. Oppa? Who would you be calling Oppa? …Jin. What were you doing with him? You quickly got your phone and told Yoongi you had to go and you hung up. Yoongi felt immediate jealousy boil up in his body. Usually he wouldn’t mind if his Hyung was there when he was at home as well, but what was he doing at your apartment with you alone? He was angry.

After about an hour, you were bandaging Jin’s hand since he swung his hand into the pot somehow. You would expect this from Namjoon, but Jin was just going at it today. First hitting the pot with his hand, dropping the pot and then somehow he broke the pot. You made him sit down while you cleaned up and sent him home. You packed all the food that was made and started your way over to the studio. Once you got there, you were glad to see your boyfriend. You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “Yoongi-ah, I brought food!” He didn’t respond. You brushed it off thinking that it was just him concentrating on his work and still trying to get his project in.

You unpacked the food and served it; one plate for Yoongi and one for you. You called him to come over to get his food. “Leave me alone Y/N.” This caught you off guard. You were surprised by how he responded to you. You kept calm. Something must have happened. You thought back to what you could have said to him. You don’t remember saying anything offensive.. You had to keep trying. He had to eat. He couldn’t just survive off of water. “Yoongi, You should ea-”

“Y/N can you just shut up? Why are you being so annoying right now?”

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. What happened to him? Did you do something? You didn’t know what you did wrong. “I’m sorry” You just looked down at the plate of your food. You thought about it. Were you not being a good enough partner towards him? You were confused. He was always priority when it came to these things. Priority in general. You felt bummed out. You set your plate down and you decided to take a breather. You left Yoongi’s studio and walked back forth in the hallway. You calmed yourself down. You still thought about what you did wrong. You couldn’t pinpoint anything. Has he stopped loving you? You had to find out. You walked back to his studio and saw him in the same spot. You walked towards his chair. “Yoongi. Did I do something wrong to make you upset?” He didn’t even look at you. He pushed his chair out and he picked up his jacket. He was going to leave. “Wait, Yoongi, please.” You didn’t know how else to stop him, you just ran into his back and hugged him from there. You were crying. It was the last thing he wanted. It hurt him to see you like this. He didn’t want you to cry. “I-I’m sorry for getting the back of your shirt wet. I’m sorry. I just feel like an inadequate girlfriend right now. Did I do something wrong? Please tell me. I’ve been thinking about it the whole time. I’m sorry, if I did. Please Yoongi. How can I fix this?” Your sobs were getting louder. He was your world. He comforted you when you needed him and you were scared. If he left you, you wouldn’t have anyone to run to. Dramatic, but true. It was hard to talk to people about your problems and your boyfriend was one of the last people you would ever want to upset.

“Y/N, don’t cry. It hurts me to see you cry.” You moved away from his back. You slowly quieted down. “I was just angry. Probably for no reason.”

“Yoongi, honestly, please forgive me if I did anything wrong. Please.It’s eating me from the inside out.”

“Baby, it’s okay. My feelings just got the best of me. I was angry for a stupid reason.” You waited for him to continue. He kept shifting his eyes around. He avoided eye contact with you. He finally responded, “I thought you were cheating on me.”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t heartbroken. You felt trust crumble a little bit there. But you had to be patient and hear what he had to say. “I got so mad to hear how you were so worried about Hyung and it sucked because I haven’t spent time with you in so long. Jagi, you need to know how stressed I was. I was just so stressed and everything just bugged me. I was so jealous.”

You chuckled. You tip-toed and gave him a sweet peck on his lips. “Oppa, understand that Jin-Oppa was going to die today if I wasn’t there. He helped make this delicious food for our anniversary. He was happy to help me make it since you’re all going on tour in a couple of days.”

He smiled. What he thought about you this morning was true. He was glad to have you there to support him. He started peppering you with kisses while mumbling sorry’s and I love you’s. You laughed at this. “Okay, okay, let’s eat! Let’s celebrate our anniversary my lovely Min Suga”

That night ended with food, cuddles, I love you’s and snoring.

He was happy to have you. And he loved you so much.

Beauty and the Beast Ch. 4

Originally posted by magicalseasonsofthewitch

Requested by: @yourtropegirl

Special thanks: @imoutofmyvulcanmind for being my idea bouncer and helping me slog through this story.

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You woke up early once again after an unrestful nights sleep, you felt guilty for last night. You shouldn’t have invaded his privacy like that. What were you thinking? You sighed as you made your way to the window and peered outside, it had finally stopped snowing. You were glad for a reason to get out of there for the day.


“Thank goodness” you say quietly “I need to go check on Quinto”

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Detective John Laurens [John Laurens x Reader] *smut*

Word count:2,146
Au: modern, police force
Triggers: smut ,cursing, mentions of abusive relationships
Author’s Note: I think that nobody really likes my fluff, so I’m going to try and post more smut for you guys. Also this story dragged on forever because I was lowkey watching cop shows when writing. Lol. Also I think I will end up revisting this story. If you have a prompt I would love them. Inbox me. P.S. Let me know what you think.
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“Don’t do this. Please Y/N. Just come back inside. I promise I won’t do it again. You have to trust me Y/N. I love you. Just get the fuck back inside. Please I can’t lose you again. Just don’t do this.” You run away from the house that is soiled in the nightmare that is your life. “Don’t look back,” you whisper to yourself, “If you look back you will only get hurt by him again.” You needed to get space between you and Burr, so you kept running until your legs gave out in front of the police department and the exhaustion knocks you out.

When you come to, there is a blinding bright light, and there are two men at your bedside. You struggle to open your eyes, but eventually managed. You winced as you repositioned your body to look at the two men. The first introduced himself as Officer Washington and the other as Detective Laurens. You shook your head, but were unable to speak you words of introductions. Detective Laurens slides a pad of paper. “You had your vocal cords severely bruised in whatever accident you were apart of. Can you tell us your name?” Laurens asks you.

You take the paper and write, “Y/N L/N.” Officer Washington gently takes your hand and looks to Laurens. “She’s the one from the Burr incident last month.” The two men looked at you with complete looks of horror. Laurens moves to your side on the bed and pulls you into his arms as delicately as possible, “It’s ok sweet Y/N.” He strokes your hair and grants you peace and security. “Where am I? Is he gone? I-i-i…” you begin to stammer. “You are safe Y/N, We have sent people to your house-” Washington starts, but just as soon as he does, a man’s voice comes screaming through the walkie-talkie. “Suspect is not found at the place of residence. We will keep looking and post guards around the house. She is safe to return if it’s in her interests.” The walkie-talkie cut out and you felt like you were about to be brought to tears. Laurens and Washington exchanged a brief interaction and Laurens put you in his car. “Hey Y/N, I know that you aren’t having the best day, but I hope you realize someday you will find someone better than that scumbag. Someone who will treat you perfectly.” He smiles at you with an endearing look on his face. Your hand can’t help but reach for his. When the two of you approach to the first red light, he gingerly brings your hand to his lips.

You two finally reached the house you only so narrowly escaped only hours beforehand. Detective Laurens gets out of the car and walks to your side to let you out. He offers you a large hand which you grabbed for desperately. “It’s ok Y/N, I’m here. Wait here for two seconds while I grab my things.” He smiled then walked toward the trunk of his car and grabbed a backpack and a pillow. He returned your hand to the pocket that was his and the two of you made way into the house.

You made it three hours without letting your feelings overwhelm you. You fell asleep in your old bed, but started having a bad dream about the events of today. “No, no, no!!! STOP IT!! DON’T, PLEASE STOP, I CAN’T! NO-” you started screaming. It was like being trapped inside your biggest nightmare. Detective Laurens shook you out of your bad dream and held you close once he realized you were conscious. “Will you sleep in here with me tonight?” you beg, “I just can’t shake it.” Laurens nods his head in understanding and slips in under your covers pulling you close to his body, putting his gun on your nightstand. “What’s your first name? I haven’t heard your first name yet.” He smiles at you, “It’s John.” With your head on his chest, you fall under a peaceful sleep.

It’s been almost a whole year of nights like that and Burr wasn’t anywhere to be found. You learned a lot about John throughout the months of him taking care of you. Just playing a game of 21 questions you learned that his favorite animals are turtles, his favorite color was blue, he was a huge advocate for equal rights (on both gender and race), and so many other details that you felt like you knew him.

One day, you were cuddling in your bed with him, and he asked, “Y/N, do you think that you’d ever want to be in a relationship again?” He looks down at you and you look up at him and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Y/N, how long?”He asks you through the kiss. “Since we met and you first held me.”

You were still in fear of Burr showing his face around the house, but having John around gave you the air of peace. You knew that somewhere Burr was waiting, and that he would never be done with you until the event of either his or your life. But it doesn’t matter anyway because you and John were happy and you finally got to be in a healthy relationship that you so desperately needed.

“John, can I ask you a question?” you ask. “Y/N you can ask me anything. Darlin’ what’s on your mind?”he looks at you quizzically. His southern drawl always seemed to come out when he was worried. You place your hand on his chest. “John. I promise it’s nothing bad. It’s just a question not a declaration of hate. I just wanted to know what you have been waiting for?” you look away blushing furiously. He blinks taken aback by your statement, he asks, “Did you not want me to wait for you to get better mentally first?” You stop breathing as he takes your chin between his thumb and fingers and forces you to look at him, “Darlin’ what do you want me to do?” The huskiness in his voice mixed with southern drawl. You pull yourself out of his grasp and hide in the sheets.

“Baby please touch me?” you whisper under the sheets. “Sugar dumplin’ if you want something you have to ask or do it yourself.” You lose all control and throw yourself out of the sheets and on top of your lover. You push him into your mattress and bite and kiss along his neck, trying to yank his shirt off to expose more skin. Your hands roam his body trying to pull off his clothes without actually breaking contact with his skin. Your lips were making their way down John’s body making sure to leave healthy sized hickeys along the the length of his chest. He couldn’t help, but release moans of appreciation as you got lower and lower on his body. You kissed his length through his jeans sucking him hard without even putting his dick in your mouth. John pushed you off of him and ripped the rest of his clothes for you, anxious to return your mouth to his dick. He fumbled with his belt, but he eventually managed getting the damn thing off. You smiled at him shyly and start sucking as fast as you could. “Y/N, may I fuck you?” John looks down at you with pleading eyes and his body twitching with need.

You oblige the man and he takes your clothes off in a hasty manner. He places you up on the bed and stands between your legs. He pulls your body so that it rests on the edge of the bed and goes on to his knees. He licks your womanhood and uses his mouth to explore your opening. His hands are forcing your hips to remain attached to his face and you are going insane. Your hands move to your boobs and squeeze them as hard as your hands would allow. John blows hot breath of your womanhood and sucks his way up your body until he reaches your boobs. He takes control over them away from you and starts teasing your nipples and sucking as hard as he can. Dragging his teeth over each swollen bud, sent you over bored.

His mouth makes it’s way to your neck and returns several hickeys to your body. “Are you ready?” he breathes onto your skin. You put your hands on his neck and he takes position at your entrance. He pushes in as slowly as he can, the both of you making faces of pure ecstasy. “Y/N, darlin’ I hope your ready.”He moans. He lifts you off of the bed and pushes you against the wall, slamming his dick deeper and deeper into your womanhood. Your body tightens around him and your pleasure become immeasurable. Your head throws itself back and John starts attacking the skin you just exposed. He slams harder into you as he explodes leaving you going crazy. He pulls out of you and lays you on the bed a quivering mess. John throws some blankets on you and says, “One moment, Y/N.” He goes to the bathroom to gather some towels and leaves you in your.little nest of happiness.

Everything was perfect beyond compare. You love John, the sun was warming your room, birds singing, a face looking in through your window. Wait a second. You hid deeper into your nest and whispered for John. “Baby… bring your gun and act normal.” You warned. John rushed out of the bathroom and joined you in your blankets, “Is that him?” And almost as if on cue Aaron broke through your window and attempted to grab your wrists. “Y/N, I let you have your fun, but you’re coming with me.. now!”Aaron basically hissed at you. Aaron must have missed John go under the blankets, and grabs his wrist instead. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here.” John growled. Aaron let go and makes the move to run downstairs. You see the gun laying in your bed and load it. “Freeze.” The two boys stop and eyes land on you, holding your gun out. “You basically ruined me. Abused me. You have tried to kill me 3 times now. The list goes on. Each time something awful had to happen because I think for myself. The first I refused to have a child with you.. then it was I didn’t have parents to introduce you to.. but the final straw was when you asked to marry me.. You have two options so listen close asshole. One: you can walk downstairs and surrender yourself to the police that have been waiting for you. Or Two: I will shoot you, and you know that I don’t miss. So make your choice now or I will make it for you.” You hold the gun confidently and point it at Aaron. He walks out of the room and goes down the stairs. Officer Washington is there to personally take him to the precinct.

As soon as he left you felt your body collapse beneath you, and everything after seemed to run a million miles an hour. John put his shirt on you to try and get you decent, and Washington came to thank you for your help. You nod, but cannot force the words out. Washington leaves and takes the rest of the patrolling officers with him. It truly is just you and John now.

“Y/N?” John rubs the top of your head, “Do you want to lay down and cuddle or something?” Instead you pull him down to sit next you and lay with your head on his lap. He strokes your hair and just sits with you, giving you all the time you needed to recover.

~~~~6 Months Later~~~~
“John, do we have to go outside today? I’m so tired.” You whined. He smiled and picks you up over his shoulder until you were at the place. It wasn’t much, but it was a garden that was hidden from the world. Millions of different shades of green that you thought only artists could see. Bright flowers everywhere and it seemed as though someone already knew you’d be there, since there was a blanket and a basket of snacks on the other side. “Do you like it, Y/N?” You finally turn to look at this man you loved and he is down on his knees blushing furiously. “Aww well isn’t this a great view.” You tease kissing his forehead. “You make this harder than it already is my love. But.. will you Y/N L/N.. marry me John Laurens and make me the happiest man in the world.” You smile and kiss his lips, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Monty

Monty Oum was my friend and I am so fortunate to be able to say that.

Those who don’t know Monty don’t understand how hard working he was. He was superhuman in his ability. His keyboard was missing keys because his hands moved so fast, the unused keys would literally get in the way and waste his time with accidental presses. I would hear anecdote after anecdote about how dedicated he was to saving time, down to even a couple seconds.

I remember when he first pitched his idea for RWBY to me, all I could think was, “this is so ambitious, this would take forever and take so many resources to accomplish.” Then two years later, he pitched me how he was going to pull it off, and I said “wow, this is a great idea, but it’s so ambitious.”

Then I would tell him my goals, and my creative vision, and he would just tell me, “you can do it. You can pull that off, what are you afraid of? If it’s not good, whatever, at least you MADE something.” Not a single shred of doubt, just blunt but warm encouragement.

Years down the line, while he was neck deep in season 2 of his ambitious project I thought could never be pulled off, he’s greeting me with a hug and asking me about my project I told him about years ago that I haven’t even considered to start on. And he’s asking about the characters by name and moments in the story he remembered after all this time. He wasn’t just a machine obsessed with his work, he cared. He cared about me and my ideas.

So, here was a guy who didn’t want to waste any time that could be spent working. Here’s a guy who bit off way more than he could chew, and chewed it to a fucking pulp. And here he was dedicating this very specific time and space in his life for me and my ideas. It spoke volumes about the kind of guy he was, and what kind of values he had.

I feel like, when people pass, we talk a lot about what was great about them with lavish praise. The truth is, I wish I could have told him these things right to his face. I wish I could have told him how much, even in the little time we’ve spent together, that he changed my life and my outlook on work and creativity, on being a good person and a good friend. I think it’s true that most people don’t really examine that sort of thing until it’s too late, but I would give up a whole lot just to let him know how I felt about him, and then hear him say something like “that’s great to hear, but what are you wasting your time telling me this for? Get back to work!”

If you’re an artist and you’re struggling with the thought that you’re not good enough to pull off what you want, don’t wait. Just do it. Do it now. Make time for it. Nobody cares that you got 8 hours of sleep instead of 6 when you’re gone. Nobody cares that you kept up to date on your Facebook feed every day when you’re gone. What transcends you is your work and the impression you left behind. I met so many people this past weekend who wept for Monty because of what he meant to them, and every single one shared what an inspiration he was for them. He was taken way too early, but I don’t feel like he would have any regrets about the things he has or hasn’t accomplished. That was how he lived his life. He didn’t wait for the next day to get something done, and he didn’t wait until it was the right moment let someone know he cared. He just did it.

He always said that following his resolve would guarantee success, and following his resolve is exactly how I hope to honor him.

Goodbye, Monty. Love you, buddy.

Irony; Johnny

Request: “Can I ask a scenario with Johnny? Your family and his are neighbors and really hate each other but you and him end up working at the same place (not as idols)? You see each other as rivals and enemies but then you fall in love but don’t know how to tell the parents? Thanks 😊”

Genre: A little angsty, fluff and it’s a normalpeopleandnotidols!au.

Warnings: Cursing.

A/N: The request is pretty clear, I know, but there were a few things that I didn’t understand, but I still feel satisfied with the results. I hope y’all enjoy it!


You were cuddling by his side now, both of you in silence, lost in your own thoughts while caressing each other’s skin softly. He let go a loud groan and sat on the bed, running his fingers through his hair showing clearly how stressed he was feeling. I sighed and sat beside him, hugging his back.

“I’m so sorry for everything, Y/N. We deserve so much better.” His words were sincere and his voice tone was sad, and looking at him like this was breaking my heart. How would say that I’ll have such strong feelings for the person that I spent years hating.

“I-I don’t want to lose you, Johnny.”

“And you won’t because there’s no fucking way I’ll leave your side just because of such a stupid reason like my parents opinion, and the same thing with my goals in life, I’m not going to give up on those.”

Both of our parents hated the news of me and Johnny being on a relationship just as much as they hated our dreams of us wanting to become big artists. We wanted to show the world the best of us and test ourselves in the process, but they never liked that, how ironic that they hated each other so much. But Johnny was a lot more determinate for this kind of stuff, unlike me who’s always doubting of my decisions and feeling insecure every time someone gives me a bad opinion of something I choose.

Johnny turned around and placed one of his fingers in my chin after I took my arms off his body, making me look right into his eyes that tried to look comforting but only made me feel even worst.

“We’ll find a way to make things work out, Y/N. I promise you.” I only nodded quietly and accept Johnny’s hugs and kisses.

 

It was our third night sleeping together after moving out. Insomnia was by my side, keeping me company while Johnny was sleeping beside me with his arms and legs around my small figure. That scene kept replaying again and again in my mind and for every second it past, the mental and physic tiredness would be worst. I felt like crying my eyes out but at the same time I felt like I wasn’t able to shed any tears.

Different memories kept coming to my mind the whole night, only giving me twenty minutes of sleep before the alarm started to sound.

“Since when do you work here?” You asked with a surprised expression, silently trying to calm down and not say anything stupid.

“I started like a month ago, but I don’t want to waste my time with you just order quickly and go away.”

“No, actually I’m going to start working here too, today is my first day.” His eyebrows raised and his mouth opened a little in surprised for a few seconds, and after doing a disgusted expression he would give you a warm welcoming.

“Then stop talking and playing around and start to work already, we have a bunch of dirty cups that you could be cleaning right now.”

You remembered that day perfectly with a smile on your face, giggling every time it would come to your mind.

“What are you laughing about, you weirdo?” You heard your boyfriend said as he put you closer to his body and started to leave kisses in your neck and jaw, making your smile grow even more.

“It’s because I remembered my first time working in the cafe, when you hated me and always obligated me to clean cups every day, and how it’s such an irony that I still have to do the same thing every morning with the tiny difference that now we’re in a relationship and we live together.” You could feel his smile while he continue placing his warm lips in your neck and a few moments later another one, this time on you cheek.

“I remember I felt like an idiot when you suddenly started to act so nicely with me and I finally realized that telling you to work faster wasn’t going to be as useful as me actually helping you. Good thing that I finally learned.” He said grabbing some paper of a high shell and drying your wet hands in a delicate and caring way once you finished cleaning the dishes.

“What is this, Y/N?” Johnny asked with a confuse expression while looking at the cup of coffee that was in the table where he sits every day, ready to scold you.

“I made it for you. Even from my house I could hear you studying your Korean out loud at 3 a.m., I though you would be tired.” You tried to sound as natural as possible and to hide your now blushed face from him as you would clean the coffee machines slowly, without being able to see how Johnny’s entire face changed when he felt a warm feeling in his heart and butterflies in his stomach for a few seconds.

“U-uh, thanks.”


“And do you remember when I confessed to you a few months later, Y/N?” He asked while placing his hands in your small waist and looking at you with a small smile in his face and nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes.

“How could I forget? It was the day were you saved me of give up on my dreams and goals, and basically of myself.” You said while slowly putting your hands in his shoulders and enjoying the way he started to caress your back from up to down under your pajama shirt. “I’ll never be able to describe how grateful I am to you for everything you have done to me, Johnny.”

“Don’t be silly. I don’t feel like it’s right to say that after you literally escaped to a complete different country that’s in the other side of the world where you knew nothing about the language or culture just to be with me. Uhm?” He would kiss your forehead and look at you one more time.

 

“You already finished the whole book? And you’re still studying?” He would laugh at your comment and smile at you.

“Korean is not an easy language to learn, Y/N.” He would say, slowly bringing his hands closer to yours that were busy grabbing his book of notes.

“You should teach me a little someday. And how’s your pronunciation? Can you say something in Korean?”

“Yeah, I could say something like 나는 너를 좋아해.”

“And what does it mean?” He would take a deep breath before finally grabbing your hand, drawing nonsense shapes with his thumb in your palms and leaving some kisses too.

“I like you.” You could felt your heart beating faster as you saw his sincere eyes while he pronounced the words, finding his blushed cheeks adorable but at the same time feeling yours turning in an even brighter shade of pink.

“I-I like you too, Johnny.” He smiled widely as soons as he saw a little smile forming on your lips as you lowered your head and hided your face with your hands.

“You’re precious, Y/N.” 


You couldn’t believe how happy you were just by being by this men’s side. You wouldn’t have much money and you didn’t even have a normal job. But you had each other, and that’s everything you need to feel like you were in home again. You knew him since forever and better than anyone else in the whole world and it was the same case with him. You felt complete every time he was by your side, the way you had the perfect height to hug him or how every time you hold hands it would fit so perfectly. Both of you were mean to be and you couldn’t be more happy for spending the rest of your days with him.

Whispering: Tommen Baratheon (Lyrics Belong To Ducan Sheik)

Warnings: Pregnancy. Possible sex joke, depending on how you take it. Heartbreak. Labor. Angst. Lots of Angst. Fluff. Happiness. Sadness. Mentions of breastfeeding. Near death experience. Knifes. Blood. Liquids.Though the shortest imagine ever it is somehow also the most emotional. AKA I need to be stopped.

Originally posted by ohdaenerys

“Whispering. Hear the ghosts in the moonlight. Sorrow doing a new dance. Through their bones. Though their skin.”

It was a mistake, yes, but a beautiful one.

It all started one night at a moonlight ball, which was not un-often in the everlasting summer of King’s Landing. We were both fourteen at the time and because this one was a masquerade ball, we both drew matching mask pairing us up for the night and I couldn’t help but fall for my partner’s smooth skin and gentle dancing. His words as well were elegant and I tried not to focus on looks but his eyes drew me. Before I knew it he was kissing me… And kissing me and kissing me. His lips never being said. It was all moving so fast, too fast. And that is when he took off his mask. I tried to run, when the face of Tommen Baratheon was reveled but I could go no where as he held me tight and, no surprise, pressed his sweet lips tasting of wine and lemon-cakes on my in a urgent matter.

That being said, I never expected him to be the person to lay with someone after knowing them for a few short hours. Nor did I expect me to be that girl, yet there we were. Skin to skin. Lips on lips. Me and the King.

“Listening to the souls in the fools night. Fumbling mutely with their rude hands. And there’s heartache, without end.”

Tommen and I were fine. He had loved me deeply and I him. Bliss was all you felt as you spent your days and nights around the boy. For weeks we lived in happiness and joy, though nothing pure about our love anymore, we were children and adults in love alike.

 Then his sister died.

Driven by grief, Tommen had changed.

His days he spent on the kingdom, his nights with me only in the later hours as he held me, kissing my back and refusing to meet my eyes. It was in one of these nights when he spoke to me.

“I am to marry Maragery Tyrell. You must leave by first-light.” He stood and didn’t bother to even look at you, “Forget me. You need to forget.”

It was my turn to cry as he stood as the t in light left his tongue and closed the door.

You didn’t wait.

You stole a horse and left as soon as you could stop crying.

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Big Bang reactions to their gf crying in her bedroom

[I wrote this because I just felt like crying the whole day]

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T.O.P.

He would open the door to your room thinking why would you cry. He came home earlier and he wanted to surprise you, but instead he found you in your bed crying. He hoped nothing bad happened and that you are okay. He didn’t know what to say and how to comfort you.

“Hey…Are you okay?”

G-Dragon

He just came home from the studio. He was working until 2AM and he was sure you were sleeping, but when he heard loud tv on he got worried. When he entered the living room he heard your loud breathing and it scared him. He slowly sat next to you and cuddled with you.

“Jagiya tell me what’s on your mind and let’s watch a movie together okay?”

Taeyang

He was home early from work and he had planned date in fancy restaurant, but when he entered the apartment everything was too quiet. If he got home early you were usually listening to music so loud neighbours could hear it, but today even the tv wasn’t on. He got really scared and ran to find you. He found you in your bed with three blankets on and tissues all over the floor.

“Hey babe, are you okay? You scared me to death”

Daesung

He just came back from tour and you weren’t replying his texts so he was worried. As he got home, he could hear loud music. You didn’t usually listen to music that loud, so he was surprised. For a moment he thought you got drunk. But as he entered the room and found you crying on the floor he realized something was going on.

“Hey! Are you drunk Jagi… Oh my god. Jagi are you okay? Waht happened? Are you okay?

Seungri

Seungri just got back from Japan and he thought you were going to pick him up at the airport, but you texted him something came up. He wasn’t worried at first. He thought you were out with your best friend having good time, so he understood you wanted some girl time with your best friend. He opened bedroom’s door and was really surprised when he saw you sleeping and crying with 1000 tissues around you.

“Oh my god! Baby girl! Are you okay? What’s wrong? Wake up and tell me what’s wrong!”

Imagine #21 (Request)

Requested by Anon: If you are looking for imagine ideas here is one : (Set in first class )The reader can control earth and water & instead of Eric stopping the Miss lies aimed for the beach the reader stops them before him by creating a giant water wall or tsunami (or something) & everyone is shocked because they haven’t been able to master their powers yet

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

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Words: 1627

Warnings: mild angst, typos

A/N: So, this doesn’t exactly have a ship, except for some hinted Sean x Reader, which you can probably ignore, I hope you don’t mind. Also Happy Easter to all of you, who celebrate it, and to all the others: I hope, your having a great day, too! Enjoy! xoxo

“We can’t take them, Erik!”, Charles said for about the 100th time that night. “We’ll need every last man, Charles. Shaw will have all his… friends prepared and ready to kill. And we definitely can’t afford to leave someone like y/n behind, just because you don’t believe them to be… what? Ready? Strong enough.”, Erik replied, moving his knight to H5.

“They aren’t ready, my friend! You weren’t there, you didn’t see the things that can happen, when y/n loses control. Yesterday in practice, I told them to put out the fire and they flooded half the mansion. And that was in a calm and secure situation. The things that could happen to them… and to all of us, if y/n loses control in front of Shaw…”

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Missing Piece

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and the Reader were a couple for a while, but after a hunt that went slightly wrong, things changed between them.

Words: 904

Warnings: angst, slight SPN typical violence, fluff.

A/N: This was written for @not-moose-one-shots Bethtastic 6K Writing Challenge. Congratulations on 6000 followers! My prompt was “It’s like forcing two puzzle pieces together that don’t fit”. 

This is the first challenge that I joined, hope you like it!

A/N 2: A big thank you to @manawhaat for being my beta! You’re amazing!


Missing Piece

Dean and I have been together for a while now. At first, our relationship was perfect; well, not totally perfect. I mean, Dean used to say he was the type of guy who ‘doesn’t do relationships’, and I knew that behind that facade he was just afraid of getting hurt. However, when he and I started to get together, he said that he would try to be the best boyfriend he could be for me. I also knew that, at that moment, he believed, and still does believe, he’s not good enough for me; that I deserve more. But when I’d gotten to know him better, I realized he was perfect for me, and that below that mask he hid behind, Dean was an amazing person and incredible man.

But now- I just… I don’t know what happened. One day things were going great between us and the next one everything was different. He was being distant, cold, and almost mean at times. Or, maybe I do know. This weird behaviour of his started about a month ago when we were on a hunt and I stepped between him and a werewolf. That stupid monster tried to sink it’s claws into Dean and I was not going to stand by and watch, so I did what felt right at that moment. I jumped right in time and shot the beast in the heart. Though, I guess I wasn’t as fast as I thought I was because before the shot found its chest, he sunk his claws into my stomach.  It wasn’t very bad, we’d all definitely had worse, but that hadn’t stopped Dean from filling with rage.

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let me explain something called DSPD, or Delayed Sleep Phase Disorder.

it’s often mistaken for insomnia, however they are two separate sleep disorders which are totally different from eachother.

insomnia is when people have a hard time falling asleep at all no matter what time it is or how tired they are. people claim to have insomnia when they’re up late and can’t sleep for some hours and end up falling asleep at like 2am. however that also is not insomnia. a true insomniac would be awake for at least a week straight and be getting drivin insane by their sleep deprivation.

DSPD however, is nowhere near. people with DSPD sleep the same amount of hours a person without it would sleep, with just as good quality. the only difference is the time.

for example a normal person would be asleep from 9pm to 6am right? let’s say their friend is also asleep for the same amount of hours. from 11pm to 8am. get it? same amount of hours asleep, just a few hours off.

now a person with DSPD is the same way, except with hours deemed “unreasonable” by society. for example falling asleep at 6am and waking up at 3pm. or 7am-4pm. same amount of sleep. just at the wrong time.

this is where this becomes a problem. because as you know, the world runs on a schedule including school and work where people have to wake up around 6 and 7am.

imagine falling asleep at 6am and waking up at 7am every day 5 times in a row. or a lot of the time getting barely any sleep at all. like falling asleep at 6:50 and getting up at 7.

imagine going a whole buisness week on about 3 hours worth of sleep.

that is where people would mix up dspd for insomnia. “you were up all night again? you must have insomnia”.

however, if you were allowed to do things on your own schedule, for example on weekends and during school vacations, you’d sleep perfectly fine although untimely, where a person with insomnia would not still not get any sleep at all.

not only do you get a tiny bit of sleep during the school week, but you have to read boring books and fill out work sheets and do math problems and write essays at what feels like 12 midnight to you every day. they also want you to do physical excersize. and youre surrounded by people who dont like you and make fun of you. and then the school expects you to go home and do even more work sheets and reading and math problems and essays. and if you don’t do this you’re labeled a problem child or a bad person and a failure and stupid. and you fail at life with no education and no career and no success whatsoever.

then imagine being told you’re not even allowed to drink coffee or energy drinks in the morning to try helping because it’s either not good for you or too expensive.


DSPD cannot be simply solved with “going to bed earlier”. it has nothing absolutely NOTHING to do with what you’re doing “instead of sleeping.”. trust me it’s not a choice. you dont decide for this to happen to you. you dont want this. it’s a terrible thing that i do not want. its horribly lonely and stressful. thats like telling someone who got hit by a drunk driver that they wanted to get hit by a car because they had to cross the street. exactly. it’s just mean and doesn’t make any sense.

it’s not a matter of refusing sleep. it’s not “fighting your tiredness because you choose to stay up”. its not an excuse.

“you’re up all night because you’re too interested in your phone” this is not true.
if you were to take away the phone and laptop and video games, i would still be wide awake way untill the sun comes up. unless i cry myself to sleep. I’ve been like this since around 6th grade. and back then i didnt have a phone screen to stare it. i had a microwave with a digital clock on it and a window. so where does the “awake because of phone” part kick in??

but yes. while I’m awake, I’m on my phone or computer or video game because why revert to staring at the wall and ceiling (because i no longer have the microwave and window) when i can at least watch a tv show online or play a game, something to entertain myself while I’m stuck awake because it feels like 2 in the afternoon to me. not only does it entertain me but it distracts me from the thoughts that would otherwise tear me apart. and a lot of the times crying yourself to sleep doesnt work and now you’re just awake and sad with wet hair and pillows and a runny/stuffed nose. which makes it even harder to sleep. lets not even get into the mysophonia part when i dont even have my headphones at least.

there’s nothing online that wont be there in the morning. it’s not like I’m staying up on my phone because i think I’d miss out on something otherwise. it’s actually really really lonely. imagine being awake for the majority of hours that your friends are sleeping. nobody is posting anything new to look at or read for the rest of the night. you can message them all you want but they wont see it until you’re already asleep. and vice versa. imagine waking up too late for plans to be made. imagine waking up wanting to go outside with your friends but the place you want to go to closes in 3 or 4 hours and even if it doesnt, your metro card expires at that time. or imagine waking up when the freaking sun is going down. nobody understands how upsetting that is. you feel like you only have a certain amount of days to live and you just spent another one sleeping. you didnt even get to see the sun today.

to add onto it, on non-school days, have everyone insisting you go to sleep at 10 or 11 when you’ve only been awake for 4 or 5 hours and a school session is at least 8 hours. and then they say “you’re tired you’re just fighting the sleepiness because you want to be on your phone”.
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it cannot easily be fixed by staying up all night. but it has helped some people to stay up more than 78 or more hours to the point of exhaustion and passing out at a “reasonable hour”. but simply being tired does not mean you can fall asleep at a decent hour. it’s much more than when you’re tired and arent tired. its not as simple as “go to bed early wake up early”. there’s actually chemicals in your brain that are released at “sleep time” that makes you tired at a certain time.

biological clock exists. hormones are released at night that make people tired. you’re trained to this routine from a baby. up at day, sleep at night. up at day, sleep at night. your brain picks up the pattern. like how you automatically know which song lyrics are coming next to a song you’ve heard a bazillion times. its automatic. but for people with dspd, it gets messed up somehow. it can be anything from training yourself, for example if you work a night shift for a long time. it can also be caused by puberty. which is why DSPD affects 17% of adolescents and sometimes begins in childhood. for people with dspd, your brain releases this hormone at the wrong time. like your obnoxious ringtone blairing loudly at a movie theater. feeling a sudden strong urge to go to sleep in the middle of math class.
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dspd has very low awareness and is sometimes labeled as an excuse or non-existent because its often self-diagnosed since a lot of doctors have never even heard of it unless theyre a neurologist or specialized sleep dr. but look it up. it’s very real. and I’m living proof.
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this is not for attention begging. I’m just tired of explaining it and felt like venting. and I’m tired of overhearing people make fun of me or complain about how i sleep in class all the time and how i never play in gym. it hurts. and some days i can get a grip and manage to be awake through a whole school day just to hear someone angrily mutter “go back to sleep” when i do something annoying. because when i have energy in me i tend to be a hyper giggly musical person which people find annoying. well excuse me for being awake enough to have my real personality.

Anxiety - Cameron Dallas

I thought I’d switch it up a little and write about Cam for a change 
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A/N: I literaly wrote this at 2:30 am so I’d like to apologize in advance.

You were sitting backstage with the rest of the Magcon crew, getting hyped up for the show. It was gonna be your first ever performance and you were quite frankly a little bit scared to go up there and perform for so many people.

You were having a hard time all day long, it started with not getting enough sleep due to your anxiety, you couldn’t eat breakfast, and you felt sick pretty much the whole day. You knew it was all just the anxiety doing its thing but even telling that yourself didn’t help.

So when the time finally came to go up on stage for the first time to start the show and welcome all the fans who came out to see you all, your anxiety decided to play another trick on you. You noticed that it was time to start soon, and you heard the crowd roar and then your sickness kicked back in and you just barely made it to the toilet before your lunch was thrown up again. 

Cameron was quick to rush to your side and hold your hair back for you. And even though he’d seen you at your worst this made you feel pretty embarrassed.

“I’m sorry”, you blurred out, tears welling up in your eyes. You wiped your mouth with some toilet paper and flushed the toilet.

You really didn’t want Cameron to see you like this, you felt weak and you hated it when anxiety took over you. Without looking at him you rinsed out your mouth over the sink as well as you could.

Cam didn’t leave your side though. As soon as you were finished he pulled you into his arms and wrapped them protectively around you. You really didn’t want to cry but you couldn’t help the tears that were now staining his shirt.

“You’re okay, I’m here with you”, he said in a hushed voice, as he softly rocked you back and forth. 

“I’m sorry…”, you mumbled. “I don’t want to go out there" 

"You don’t have to. We gonna do this in little baby steps, alright?”, Cameron placed a soft kiss of your forehead before pulling away completely. “Do you think you’ll be okay for now? Or do you want to go back to the hotel?”.

You talked to Cameron a lot about being part of the Magcon show. Fans seemed to be exited to finally see more of you and you were just as excited but you didn’t think that your anxiety was gonna be back in such a way. Cameron also knew about your severe anxiety but never pushed you to do a show. Sure he wanted you to be there but he’d also tell you to do it whenever you were ready.

“I’ll wait for you guys to be finished”, you softly smiled, yet not quite meeting his eyes. 

“I can get you someone to take you there”. 

“No.. I’d rather not be alone in a hotel room right now”, this time your gaze met his. 

He nodded before pulling you back into another hug. “Alright… I’ll send Aaron’s mom though to make sure you’re okay”. He pulled away again before sending you a big smile. “I love you”. 

“And I love you”.

George Fluffs- George Weasley Imagine


Anonymous said: George fluff?

Lately life had been pretty demanding. Between your homework, your constantly escaping cat, your parents, and the end of the year fast approaching, you hardly had any time for anything. The stress was finally catching up with you and you were getting exhausted and miserable. One night at dinner your boyfriend George had asked you if anything was wrong, but you had just let out a sigh and groaned “all the things.”

It was the second last day of school and you had a spare moment, so you decided to pack your trunk a little. You began taking out all the crap at the bottom of it, but came across a bundled up shirt. You unfolded it, and recognised it as one of George’s t-shirts. You tossed it aside to give to him later.

After half an hour, you had managed to pack about three quarters of your trunk, so you called it a day and headed down to dinner.
Needless to say, you ate as quickly as possible. The Great Hall was so loud and you wanted to get as much sleep as possible tonight (heaven knows you need to catch up on it.) So by the time George had walked in and sat beside you, you were just finishing up.
He had put his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.
“Hey, how you doin’?”
“I’m really tired, so I’m gonna go up to bed now.” you said, removing his arm.
“I-oh…okay, well, sleep well then” he said with a frown. You shot him a quick apologetic smile. You two hadn’t seen much of each other lately.

Once you reached your dormitory, you flopped down face-first onto your bed. You’ve been looking forward to this all day. Eventually, you gathered enough motivation to start searching the room for your pyjamas. They weren’t under the bed, in your drawers or on your floor. You groaned and started to complain, but halfway through, remembered folding them and putting them in your trunk. You groaned for the hundredth time that day, and flopped back onto your bed, landing on George’s shirt. You pulled it out from under you, shrugged, and got changed into it. It came down to around the middle of your thighs and was probably something like 3 sizes too big, but it was the most comfortable you’ve been all day.

You buried yourself under your blankets and fell asleep almost immediately. It felt like you had only been asleep for minutes, but you were woken by someone dripping water on your forehead out of a cup.

“George!” You growled, waving your sleepy hand around to try and slap the cup away.
“Sorry! It’s the only way I could get you to wake up!” He laughed.
“What d'you mean?”
“Well, I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes. That’s the only way that’s worked.”
“Why?” you asked, confused. It can’t be any later then 6am, surely.
“Well, it’s about 10:30 in the morning.”
“WHAT?” You scrambled out of bed, fumbling around for your uniform.
“Hey, is that my shirt?” He asked.
“What- oh, yeah. It was in the bottom of my trunk.”
“So that’s where it went”
“Do you want it back or-”
“Nah, you can keep it. It looks better on you” He said with a wink, making you giggle.
“Where’s my uniform?” you grumbled, mostly to yourself.
“What do you need your uniform for anyway?” George asked.
“Because I am going to class, and it is required that I wear a uniform, George.” You said shortly.

George laid down on your bed and gave you his famous mischievous grin.
“Y'know…it is potions right now…”
“So what? I still need to wear a uniform to potions.”
“C'monnnn, skive off today with meeee Y/N.” He whined.
“But it’s the last day!” you protested.
“Exactly! So what does it matter?” He chuckled.
You sighed. “I guess I could sleep a little longer-” George cracked another smile.
“-but not for the whole day. Just potions.” you finished.
“Alright then. Mind if I stay with you babe?”
“Uh, if you want to I guess…”
George’s grin disappeared at your uncertainty, you felt bad now that you’d realised it had sounded like you didn’t really want him there.

“Y/N, have you been avoiding me?” He asked slowly.
You rested your hands in top of your head.
“No no no, I swear I haven’t been avoiding you, it’s just- I just- there’s been a lot of stuff going on lately. Mum and Dad have been owling me every three days to remind me to pick up my grades, all the last minute homework, ((your cat’s name)) constantly escaping (speaking of which, have you seen it around lately?) and keeping up with sleep all at once is kind of overwhelming.” You blurted out quickly.

“Well, just think, it’s the end of the year, so you want have to worry about homework or marks for weeks, and your cat will be easier to find when you’re at home because the area’s not as big, and you can sleep all day and stay up all night if you want to.” he said warmly.
Your hands fell to your sides and you breathed deeply. He was right.
“Now, come be my little spoon, I’ve missed you.” He said with a cheeky smile.

You rolled onto the bed with him. He put a comforting arm around your waist and kissed your exposed shoulder quickly.
“Are you feeling better now?” he whispered.
“Better.” you confirmed.
“See, skiving off classes is wonderful for your health.”

A/N: skiving is not wonderful for your health don’t listen to silly George!

••••••••

The Burrow was like a home away from home for you. You visited every holidays for at least a few days. Today was your third day with the Weasley family, so far your visit had been filled with backyard Quidditch, late nights, and lots of laughing. Today was no exception.

That morning, you had woken up, eaten toast, and gone straight out into the orchard with the others to play some Quidditch. It was you, Ginny and George against Harry, Fred and Ron. After that, you had gone inside, eaten lunch, and helped the twins out with some plans for the joke shop. Then you had chatted joked around and with Ginny until dinner.

It was a few hours after dinner, you were in the living room, chatting away with the twins and Ginny and listening to the radio. You were stretched out on a particularly comfy couch, next to George’s armchair. He had his legs dangling off the arm and his head hanging off the other side so he could see you. Ginny sat curled up on the lounge across the room from you, and Fred on the other side of your’s. There was a lull in conversation. Ginny stood up to stretch You didn’t know what made you do it, but you yelled “GINNY! NO! THE FLOOR IS LAVA!”
She paused, stared at you, and just when you had decided you probably shouldn’t have shouted that, her face split into the widest grin.
“SAVE ME!” she yelled with a dramatic flail of the arms.

You stood on your chair and smiled hopefully at George. He laughed and stood up too. Ginny groaned “I’m burning to death and all Fred’s gonna do is watch!”
Fred snorted and stood up as well.

You three made your way to Ginny, expertly hopping off tables and chairs. Gaps that you had to leap for, Fred and George could almost just step. After a minute or so (admittedly, you could’ve gotten across the room in seconds, but you were enjoying yourself) you reached Ginny and pulled her up with the twins onto the closest sofa.

George was the one at the edge of the sofa pulling her up. Once she was safe, she shoved him off. and into the ‘lava’.

“The betrayal!” he wailed. “Y/N, you’ll save me, won’t you?”
“Sorry George, you’ll have to burn!” you laughed. He covered his mouth in mock-horror.
“Well it’s a good thing I’m a ginger then! I can’t be burnt!” he cackled and climbed back into the sofa, arms outstretched to push the closest person in. “Go! Go!” you squealed at Fred and Ginny.

The four of you spent the next fifteen minutes switching between enemies according to who was last pushed in. Until eventually it just became a free-for-all. However, your fun was soon disrupted by an annoyed Mrs. Weasley.
“Will you lot stop that! You’re going to break something!”
“But Mum! We can fix it!” exclaimed Fred.
“You can’t fix a broken arm! besides, you’re making too much noise.” And with that, Mrs. Weasley strode out of the room.

Ever since Mrs. Weasley’s complaints, everyone had gone silent and sat back down.
Ginny sighed.
“I’m going to bed. See ya later.” You waved her off. “We should probably go too.” George said to you and Fred. You rolled off the couch and yawned. Fred walked out, and you made to follow but was stopped when George picked you up. You yelped “George! What’re you doing?” “Saving you from the lava. I’m a ginger so it doesn’t affect me.” He said with an innocent smile. (You didn’t know he could do that.) You laughed and leaned your head against his chest. Fred poked his head in to see if you were coming.
“Ughh, you two are disgusting.”

George carried you out of the room and up the stairs, stopping outside Ginny’s door (you were sharing a room with her)
“Night love.”
“Night Georgie.” He screwed up his nose at the nickname, you kissed his cheek.

A/N: I swear I will add another fluff to this, but I felt really bad for my lack of activity so

Expecting the Unexpected - Part 3

Pairing: Negan x reader

Summary: Reader tells Negan the news.

Warnings: language

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You shot up, scared out of our mind. Negan looked like he was fucking fuming, which was never a good sign. “What are you talking about?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but failed completely.

“You care to tell me why you’re asking my men about other fuckin’ groups around here?” You went pale. You didn’t think they’d tell him, and even worse, you didn’t think that he’d say anything about it. You figured he’d chock it up to sheer curiosity and leave it at that. You tried to find your voice, make it cool and collected, and you finally spoke.

“Negan, sit down, please. We need to talk about this like adults.” Your calm tone was definitely not what Negan wanted to hear, and you could tell that he was seeing red. You didn’t want it to happen this way, hell, you didn’t even want him to know yet. You wanted to be able to make a clean getaway. You knew that now, because of what those pricks told him, that wouldn’t be in the cards. You needed to tell him. He deserved to know.

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Jeonghan x You

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1203

requested by: @radiantvegan

“Yah! That hurts!“

Oh calm down, you were the one complaining about the kink in your neck!” you continued to rub circles with your thumbs into the long haired boy’s back.

“Hey I didn’t ask for you to do this,” he retorted. That got him a hard press into his knot.

“But that’s what makes me such a good person,” you declared smartly, finally releasing him from your grasp. He rubbed his neck with a sigh as you walked around the couch to sit next to him.

You guys were in the living room of the dormitory. It was about 9 in the morning on one of the group’s rare days off and most of the members had taken the day to sleep in, with exception of Woozi, who was up at 6 and had been in his recording studio ever since, only coming out to get coffee and then disappear again. You plopped down on the couch cushion only for him to grab your waist from behind and pull you into a bear hug in his lap.

“But thank you babe, I really appreciate it!” he stuck his face into the crook of your neck, just holding you. Smiling to yourself, you turned to plant a kiss on top of his head.

Jeonghan groaned, “What am I, 5? Do I not get a real kiss?”

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He comes home later than expected, so obviously drained. For hours she’s been sitting in their living room, waiting for him to walk through that apartment door. When he finally does, she sets aside her book and stands to meet him – though she pauses halfway across the floor. There’s something foreboding in the look on his face, it makes her scared to get to close.

“You’re home,” she says. Stating the obvious.

“Yeah.”

“How was the case?”

Only the shaking of his head is offered in reply. They’re getting nowhere.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, wishing she could find the courage to step closer to him. Those hazel eyes of his look so tired. So sad.

Spencer stares down at the floor, shoves his hands into the depths of his pockets. Nervous habits of his. The things he does to calm his racing mind in the midst of uncertainty. “I think we should break up.”

The air evacuates her lungs, and the shock hits her like a punch. “What?

“You heard me,” he mutters. “This isn’t working out. Us.”

“What do you mean we’re not working out?” His words have given the strength she needs to move towards him, still leaving a few inches between them. Close enough to argue, not close enough to touch. “Spencer, we’ve been together for nearly two years. We live together. We do almost everything together. Just last weekend you told me this was the happiest you’ve ever been. How is that not working?”

“Maybe I’m not happy anymore.”

Her fingers curl into fists, and she aims a glare at him. “I don’t believe that. What’s changed? Did I do something wrong?” He’s a terrible liar, he always has been.

The question sits between them, a heavy and pressing silence tossed like a threat. A ticking time bomb neither of them wants to disarm first. To speak first is to give in, but the quiet is so oppressive. If she can wait it out, he’ll give in. He always does.

And this time is no exception. “It’s not you. It’s me. It’s always been me. I’m not good for you, Y/N.”

That too is a lie. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her. “Don’t you think I should be the one to decide whether or not you’re good for me?”

The case put the tiredness in his eyes, but this conversation is definitely what set the sadness there. How long has he been planning this? “You deserve better. You deserve normalcy, and I can’t give you that. You deserve someone who won’t miss your birthday, or get called away on Christmas morning. I don’t want you to lose sleep over someone else’s nightmares. I want you to be with someone who doesn’t see danger around every corner, and who won’t ramble on about pointless facts in the middle of a conversation. I’m weird and I’m always busy, and I’m afraid of so many things. You deserve someone whole. Someone perfect. You deserve so much better than anything I can give you.”

His voice cracks and he hangs his head in defeat. Looking utterly miserable. She has no idea what brought this on, but this is complete honesty. Every word he speaks he truly believes. Believes that he’s not enough for her.

“I don’t want normal,” she says. “I never have. I knew what I was getting into when I met you for the first time and you told me what you did for a living. I knew on our third date when you got called in halfway through dinner. I knew dating you wasn’t going to be normal, but I didn’t care. I don’t care about the nightmares either. If it means being there for you, I don’t care. If it means you don’t have to deal with those things alone, I’ll wake up with you every night and hold you and talk to you.”

Just barely, he looks up at her, and she takes another step towards him. She’s shaking, but not with anger. It’s with incredulity. How on earth could he believe those things he said? “You make every holiday more fun, and you always remember when my birthday is and you know exactly what I want. And I love that. I love every crazy, brilliant fact you have to say, and I could listen to you talk forever. I love your messy hair and your sweater vests and that gorgeous crooked smile of yours. I love how your hands are so much bigger than mine, and I love that stupidly distracting way you lick your lips when you’re nervous. You are the kindest, most incredible man I’ve ever met. And I’m the luckiest person in the world because I get to fall asleep next you and wake up in your arms. I don’t want normal. And I don’t want perfect. I just want you. You’re perfect for me.”

“Do you feel the same way?” she whispers.

There is no hesitation. “Yes. God, yes. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody.”

“Enough to let me go because you think I deserve better?”

“Yes,” he repeats.

The way he loves her is so much deeper than she’s ever been loved, and she cares for him so deeply he is all of her heart. “Then do you love me enough to let me stay? Because there’s nobody better for me than you are.”

Spencer swallows hard, and brushes the water from his eyes. Too choked up to answer, he just nods. Long legs make short work of the space between them, and before she can say anything else he’s there, pulling her into a tight hug. Strong arms hold her close to his chest, and he buries his face in the crook of her neck.

“I love you, Spencer,” she murmurs. The sentiment is softened by the fabric of his shirt. “I don’t want an ordinary love when ours is the kind that makes it worth waiting for, that makes me so deliriously happy when you come home. Nobody else is going to watch a whole season of Doctor Who with me in a single day, or read 16th century poems out loud when we can’t sleep. And nobody else is going to take me to museums on a date just because they know there’s an exhibit I’ll love.”

“I just don’t understand it. I don’t understand why you would choose me.”

In many ways, it never felt like a choice. It felt like discovering a piece of herself she never knew was missing, or like coming home. It was so natural and so wonderful. Even the more difficult days are a treasure to her now. Like the day he first told her about Tobias, and the aftermath of those two days in Georgia. Like the evening he first told her about his mom. It’s impossible to imagine choosing any differently.

Y/N pulls back, caressing his cheek. Sometimes the man before her looks so very young. The face of child who needs protecting. “Because I don’t see you the way you see yourself. I see you as you are. And you’re so incredible.”

When he finally lets go of her, he seems afraid that she’ll vanish unless he maintains some sort of contact with her. His hands wander through her hair, down her arm, find security between her fingers. If normal is the opposite of him, she never wants normal. Doesn’t want boring or average. Spencer is nothing like the significant others of her friends, and far from the boyfriend she imagined when she was younger. No, not at all. He’s so much better than anything her mind could’ve dreamed up, and while her friends may sometimes roll their eyes when he rambles at parties, it will never make her love him any less. Perhaps he is an acquired taste, but like a fine wine he’s intoxicating. It’s addicting, the way he makes her feel.

“Why did you think you should break up with me in the first place?” she asks.

“We were talking on the plane,” he replies. “About relationships, and how hard they are to maintain with this job. Hotch lost his ex-wife, Rossi was married three times, Garcia was more committed to this job than she was willing to commit to her ex-boyfriend. The evidence overwhelmingly suggests that relationships involving BAU agents are likely to end in hurt. And the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“Not gonna happen,” she says. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers catching in that mess of curls she is so fond of. The message is repeated by the kiss she gives him. Slow and sweet, the opposite of hurt. A healing touch, speaking all that words cannot, and he deepens it with passion, traces of tiredness disappearing bit by bit. “Are you happy now?”

He smiles, though it is shaky. “Yes,” he answers, pressing another kiss to her lips.

They’ve never been normal, everything in their relationship completely unexpected. They do not conform to the standard of typical or common. But normal? Great poems have never been written about normal; normal does not make for an epic story or a grand adventure.

Perhaps they are unconventional, she thinks, as he unpacks his things. Resettling himself into their home. Not leaving. She curls up beside him on the couch, while he asks her an endless litany of questions about her week, making up for lost time while he was out on a case.

Convention is meaningless when there is such an extraordinary love to be found.