but i should sleep.. sigh

Dates with NCT Jaehyun

- since no one requested anything (sigh) HERE I AM
- i should be sleeping but no gotta be productive lmao
- but if u see this and have cool prompts please request it by commenting or messaging me or anything tbh
- SO
- we know that jaehyun is a fluff
- a cute fluff
- with dimples
- who loves food WHO DOESNT BY THE WAY
- i imagine a lot of food dates or whatever u call it
- hey “Y/N have u tried this place”
- “omg babe this place has the best sashimi in town letsgo”
- “girl WHAT’s TAKING u SO LONG ?? Y/n u look pretty with or without make up can we go eat now IM HUNGRYYY”
- and imagine how happy excited he gets when u finale sit down at the table that he reserved weeks ago
- while there would be fancy pansy (is it a word?) dates i think he would prefer casual lazy nights home
- he’s good at cooking and i feel like he likes it too
- it will be mostly him doing the cooking and u doing the looking
-“jaehyun whats that”
-“cookie dough”
-“no … u gonna get stomachache”
-“one bite wont hurt PLEASEE JUST A BIt”
-and ofc u do what he said cuz hes smart and you know he just wants the best for u
- and then he would try to teach you
- but fails every time
- but never gives up
- until one day food u make does not taste like dog food anymore
- and hes so happy and smiles and u love when he smiles CUZ THOSE CUTE DIMPLES
- when hes even lazier u guys just eat take outs or pizza watching movies on ur couch
- n you would love it too like those broad shoulders AND HAVE U SEEN HIM IN MUSCLE TOPS (wow this is like fangirl ver)
- just chilling most likely cuz hes tired haha
- watching horror movies would be so fun with him
- he would be the type to just hug u and ruffle ur hair when it gets too scary
- and since its warm and cosy underneath a blanket u would fall asleep in those arms
- hes a gentleman so when the movie ends he would carry u back to ur room, tuck u in and then leave cuz boy cant sleepover
- and in other nights u guys would just stroll around the neighborhood at night hand in hand talking about everything in the world
- it’s never too cold even in Seoul’s piercing winter nights because his fingers are always intertwined with urs

Soo thats it hope y'all like it ehhee its kinda bad imo oh wells. Byee!

Stucky Sleeping Positions - 3. The “I’ve-got-your-back-position” (aka post mission cuddles)

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sazzygirl  asked:

Hey could I request RFA (plus Saeran) reacting to MC wearing only a shirt and undies to bed? If not that's fine! (I love your head cannon's btw👌)

Thank you! That means a lot (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I really hope you like it! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


  • When he saw you…His jaw dropped.
  • Omg…The room is so, so hot right now!
  • He’s just looking at you…Having already that kind of thoughts.
  • You’re just there, laid on the bed, without the blankets on, reading a book.
  • He’s just looking at your whole body…And when you look at him, he’s just so red!
  • After that he lies on the bed while you continue to read now, he feels a little bulge in his pants…
  • This is just too embarrassing…
  • He’ll put the blankets on, even if he’s almost melting! And he’ll try to not look at you!
  • When you’re tired, you just hug them and sleep, Yoosung is looking at the ceiling, he can’t sleep!
  • Now he’ll have insomnia, great!
  • He’ll be like that for days and days until he can’t take it anymore and he’ll kiss you.
  • And you’ll feel the desperation on his kiss, and after that, he’ll explain all to you.
  • You laugh, this is just too funny “Do you want me to put something else?”
  • He doesn’t know the answer to this…But he knows that he wants to see you like that again…It’s not bad
  • He’s red again.
  • “….N-No…”
  • “Ok, so let’s stop with this talk and let’s sleep” You laugh.
  • Yoosung eyes are full of desperation when he heard this and he kisses you again, after some time just making out he looks at you “Please…Not another day of torture…Just, please…Help me today…”


  • When you got out of the bathroom, he was waiting so he can brush his teeth.
  • He froze, and you just smile walking to the bed.
  • And he’s seeing you…He’s checking on you…
  • Omg, why he did that?!
  • Now things are worse!
  • His plans change, he’ll take a bath!
  • He enters the bathroom and locks the door, he brushes his teeth, but after that, he takes a bath.
  • A very cold bath.
  • So he can control this beast!
  • Now everything seems fine! He’s relieved that this worked.
  • But when he got out of the bathroom, he sees you, lying on the bed…
  • He’s hot again.
  • This can’t be happening!
  • He’s biting his lips, with lustful thoughts that only are making him worse!
  • When you looked at him and smile “Are you coming?” He almost screams!
  • “…MC…Please…Put something else…This is too tempting for the beast…”
  • If you keep that, the beast will not hold back.
  • if you change, the beast will be sad, but will be caged.
  • You choose.
  • He’s wishing that you choose the first option.


  • When you told her what you were going to use to sleep this night.
  • She just nods.
  • It’s not weird for her, this is ok.
  • You can use anything if you want to MC.
  • Not a big deal.
  • This was before she saw you with that.
  • O-M-G.
  • How do you have such effect on her? How are you so pretty in this?
  • Oh god, she’s staring at your thighs, did you notice that? Oh god, she’s blushing too.
  • Now you’re just beside her, lying like nothing is happening, oh god, the temptation is beside her.
  • She’ll pray that she can keep her control, but she’ll cuddle with you that night.
  • She just needs to touch you.
  • But in the next day, she’ll ask you to not use that anymore, and she’ll not give details about it…
  • She would want some pictures of you like that so she can keep that on her phone? Sure…!
  • But if she sees you again like that… She wouldn’t keep her control.


  • Jumin desires you even when you’re with a big coat.
  • He just has a lot of emotions going on, of course, he tries to maintain his composure.
  • He doesn’t want to seem like a perverted or something like that.
  • You’re just beautiful and perfect for him.
  • So when he saw you with just that to sleep, he bites his lips.
  • Thinking.
  • Should he lose the control? Are that clothes for provoking him? Or is just clothing?
  • So many questions…
  • But not a single answer.
  • He sits beside you in bed “Is this your “pajama” honey?“
  • You look at him, he’s checking you, you just smile and nod.
  • Oh, odd.“ He bites his lips again, checking you one more time, you find it strange but you don’t say anything.
  • After some minutes he looks deeply into your eyes, he got close to you right now, pretty close.
  • "I like that on you…” He whispers, kissing your lips gently, but after that he gave your neck some kisses too, making you shiver “…But i would like more if you wasn’t with them…” He bites your neck, making you open your mouth.
  • After that, he just looks at you, giving you a little smile “Of course… If you let me, i can take them off.”


  • He got out of the bathroom right after he showered.
  • He saw you, using only that…
  • Error 707
  • 707 Stopped working
  • His nose is bleeding, his mouth is open.
  • “M-Mc…!” You look at him.
  • “What’s it?”
  • “….I don’t think you should wear those things… Even to sleep…”
  • You sigh, lying on the bed right now, you don’t care
  • “Seven, this is the way i feel more comfortable to sleep, and i’ll not change that.”
  • Seven’s just looking at you, quietly.
  • He left a little grin escape from his lips, and then he let his towel fall.
  • Now, you’re the one that stopped working…
  • “S-SEVEN!” You almost scream while he was lying on the bed, he laughs and looks at you “What?”
  • “…Put some clothes on! You’ll sleep like that?!” He laughs again, looks like he thinks this is funny.
  • And then he hugs you, making you shiver “But MC….This is the way i feel more comfortable to sleep, and i’ll not change that”
  • Ok, he’s using your words against you, you sigh, biting your lips “Ok…I understand…I’ll change, you won" 
  • You make him let you go, while you were standing up, Seven grabs your hand making you lie in bed again.
  • You wide your eyes while he’s getting on top of you, smiling “Too late MC (~˘▾˘)~”


  • Ok, Saeran never says what’s wrong.
  • He’s just a grumpy punk.
  • But he was so surprised when he saw you like that. 
  • Like,  really, he froze.
  • After that, he’s just blushing, even if he doesn’t admit it.
  • You look at him, and just smile, while he was there, next to the door, while you’re already on the bed, sitting, combing your hair.
  • After that smiles, something in Saeran snaps.
  • He runs to you, jumping on you, making you lie on the bed, making the comb fly over the room, while he was now, on top of you.
  • He’s already taking off his shirt "S-SAERAN” He looks at you.
  • “Wait? You wanted me to see you like that and be quiet about it?!
  • He sighs, he knows sometimes he’s too brutal, so he looks at you “…This is torture for me MC”
  • You look at him while he’s getting closer “It’s too much bare flesh for me to handle…I need to mark it” He starts to suck your neck, making his way to your ear.
  • “Please…” He whispers… When Saeran said that, you knew, he was really desperate for that.
To sleep, perchance to dream (BATB fanfic)

I kept seeing headcanon posts where Adam and Belle end up sneaking around the castle to spend the night with each other because they have nightmares when they sleep alone. I finally got the chance to sit down and write out a quick fic of their first night together. I did my best to keep it innocent/safe for work. My fanfics are pretty much all fluff and feels… Anyway! Hope you enjoy it. I’m sure it could be better but I tried…

Adam sighed contentedly as he and Belle lay curled up together in the library. The excitement and activity that had followed the curse’s end had finally died down, leaving room in their day to day for peaceful moments like this. It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon; the faintest hint of fall in the air. Somewhere outside the open window a bird was singing. Belle had found a blanket for the two of them to share while they snuggled on the couch. It had felt like an eternity since they’d had a quiet moment alone. A moment to just be still and enjoy each other’s company. Adam closed his eyes, savoring every detail. The weight of Belle lounging against his shoulder, the smell of her hair, the lilt in her voice as she read him amusing passages from Don Quixote.

When was the last time he had felt this content? He couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy before Belle came into his life. He smiled to himself as he let his head sink back a little deeper onto the arm of the couch. Had this couch always been this comfortable? Or was it having her here with him? It must be her. Everything was better with Belle by his side.

He allowed himself to drift, letting Belle’s narration wash over him. He hadn’t slept well the past few nights. The joyous chaos that had kept him occupied in the prior weeks had dissipated, leaving his mind to wander, robbing him of sleep. Nightmares of the curse had begun to plague him. The nights were growing colder again. If only the west wing could feel as cozy as the library…He could feel his head growing heavier as the sound of Belle’s voice and turning pages lulled him even deeper into the couch.

“Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene…”

Belle’s voice stirred Adam from his slumber. When had he fallen asleep? He squinted sleepily in false annoyance at her change in reading material.

“I thought that would do the trick to wake you,” Belle laughed, kissing his forehead as he stretched.

“What happened to Don Quixote?” Adam grumbled playfully, rubbing his eyes.

“I put down the tale of our favorite Spanish knight when I noticed you were asleep. I knew you wouldn’t want to miss anything and you seemed like you needed the rest.” Belle explained, tenderly brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “You have a very cute snore by the way.”

“I do not snore.” Adam protested, but he couldn’t help but smile. “How long was I out?”

“Oh, I don’t know. A few hours maybe? You made a nap seem so appealing I drifted off for a while myself. Mrs. Potts was just in a few moments ago to say that supper was ready.”

“Already?” Adam asked, surprised. The sun was indeed hanging much lower in the sky than before.

“Come on sleepyhead.” Belle laughed, kissing his cheek. She untangled herself from him and took his hand to help him up from the couch. “I heard Chef made your favorite soup.”

Belle awoke with a start, the screams of her nightmare still ringing in her ears. It was dark. She was in her bedroom in the east wing. She sighed gratefully as she tried to shake off her dream. She’d dreamt that she was locked in Monsieur D’Arque’s wagon, her father desperately trying to pick the lock to no avail. Her hands were bound. She wore a wedding dress. She could see Gaston riding off to the castle as the wagon began to drive away, her cries for help falling on deaf ears… The thought of it still left her shaking.

Adam…Belle knew it was just a nightmare. That he was safe and everything was fine and yet… she needed to see him. She needed to hold him. To reassure herself that it was all just a horrible dream. She wouldn’t be able to sleep until he was by her side. Resolving herself to this, she wrapped herself in her duvet as adrenaline propelled her into the hall.

The castle was quiet. There was an almost eerie stillness to the silver pools of moonlight that streamed in through the windows. She hadn’t bothered to light a candle. Carefully, she tiptoed her way to the west wing, her feet silent against the cool marble. She paused a moment when she reached the doors to the west wing, suddenly feeling very shy and childish. Timidly, she pushed open the door to Adam’s room.

“Adam?” She whispered shyly into the dark room before her.

She’d forgotten how enormous the west wing was. It was considerably tidier than when she had seen it last, a fact she was quite grateful of as she tiptoed further into the room. It would be just her luck to have made it all the way here without notice only to trip over a footstool.

“Adam…” She whispered again, looking about the room for him.

She found him standing on the moonlit balcony, watching the stars.

“Belle?” He breathed, startled, confused, but not unhappy to see her.

Any feelings of shyness left her as she ran to meet him, throwing her arms about his torso.

“What are you doing up?” He asked quietly, stroking her hair and lifting her chin to meet his eyes.

“I…um…I had a dream. A nightmare… I couldn’t sleep. I needed to see you…” she stammered, trying to find her voice.

He smiled softly, drawing her closer to him and kissing the crown of her head.

“It’s alright. I’m here…”He assured her, smoothing her hair.

“What are you doing up?” Belle asked curiously, feeling much more at ease with his heart beating softly in her ear.

“You’re not the only one who has trouble sleeping, my darling,” he quipped. “You just happen to be braver than I am when it comes to seeking comfort.”

Belle smiled into his nightshirt, feeling her running here to him in the middle of the night was anything but brave.

Twirling herself in his arms, she turned to look at the stars with him. They were both quiet for a moment.

“Do you suppose I could stay here tonight?” she could feel a blush creeping across her cheeks. “I’m not proposing anything indecent. I just… The east wing is so far.. if I have another dream… and the floor is so cold…”

Adam chuckled, scooping her up in his arms and cocooning her in her duvet.

“There’s no need for excuses, Belle. All I have is yours for the claiming. That includes my bed. All you need to do is ask.” Adam purred, tickling her neck with the stubble of his beard as he kissed her. She giggled and squirmed in his arms, holding tight so he wouldn’t mistake it for protest.

Her arms around his neck, she could feel his pulse thundering steadily against her palm. Despite his confident tone, he was as nervous and thrilled about her spending the night with him, however innocently, as she was. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one whose heart was racing.

He deftly carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before crawling in himself. Belle rearranged her duvet so that it lay over top of his sheets.

“Why did you bring your duvet with you?” Adam chuckled curiously.

“I couldn’t remember where I put my robe and I didn’t feel like wasting time to look for it…” Belle confessed.

Adam grinned and drew her close to him.

“Well I’m glad,” He replied. “Because I have been freezing the past few nights.”

He placed his ice cold toes on her legs, making her jump. He laughed and pulled her closer to him once again.

“Comfy?” he asked, twining his fingers into hers.

“Very,” she sighed happily. “I should sleep easy having you here.”

“Even if I snore?” He teased.

“Especially if you snore.” Belle laughed, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Well I’m glad. Though I don’t know how you expect me to get any rest tonight.”

“And why is that?” She asked, snuggling down further under the covers.

“I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, my dear, but you are incredibly distracting. How can I sleep when such a beautiful, captivating woman is beside me?” He chided playfully.

“You didn’t seem to have any trouble earlier today in the library,” Belle replied.

“Yes. Well…that was different. We weren’t here…” Adam trailed off. Was he blushing? Belle couldn’t tell with only the moon for a light.

“Do you know what my father would tell me when I had trouble sleeping as a little girl?” she offered. “He would tell me to lie back, get comfortable, to think about what I’d like to dream of most, take three deep breaths… and go to sleep.”

“Take three deep breaths and go to sleep?” Adam repeated, skeptical. “That was his advice?”

“Repeat as necessary. It works, simple as it may sound.” Belle shrugged.

Adam smirked and pressed a kiss to her hand, still entwined in his, as he thought it over.

“If you say so…”

Belle smiled and tucked herself under his chin, wrapping her arm around his waist. He nestled his nose into her hair.

“Thank you for letting me stay with you tonight…” She said quietly.

She could feel him smiling. “Of course.”

Belle closed her eyes, finally feeling at ease enough to sleep.

“Belle…”He murmured. There was a hesitation in his voice, as if he wasn’t quite sure how to say what was on his mind. “…I love you. Sweet dreams.”

She hugged him a little tighter. “I love you too, Adam. Sweet dreams.”

And for the first time in a long time, they both slept soundly through the rest of the night, safe and secure in each other’s arms.

Beside Himself - Part One / Zach Dempsey

This is very dialogue heavy…be prepared

Words: 1047

Collapsing on you bed, you moved your arm to rest over your forehead. You were exhausted. The party you’d just gotten home from had completely drained you.

You were moments away from falling asleep when your phone rang. Groaning, you lazily reached across your bed for it. “Hello?” you murmured, answering without bothering to check the ID. The sound of pounding music and muffled chatter echoed through the speaker. “Hello?” you repeated.


Sitting up, you quickly checked the caller, “Zach?”

“Where are you?” His voice sounded slurred.

“Are you drunk?”

“No-maybe-that’s not the point.”

“Are you still at the party?” you questioned, checking the time. “Do you need to be picked up or something?”

“No,” he denied. “I need to know-” he paused for a moment. “I need to know where you are.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Zach muttered something incoherent under his breath. 

“Just tell me where you are!”

“I’m at home,” you told him, confusion filling your face. “What’s wrong?”

He released a deep breath of relief, “When did you-when did you leave?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Maybe half an hour ago?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I hadn’t seen you for a while,” you explained. “I didn’t even know if you were still at the party. I thought maybe you’d left with someone.”

He snorted, “As if I’d leave with any of these people,” he muttered, trailing off into something you couldn’t understand. 

“Zach,” you sighed, “you’re drunk.”


“Can we please just talk tomorrow?” you requested, rubbing your temple.

“Are you safe?” he asked you, his voice turning serious. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I thought something had happened to you, I was looking everywhere,” he explained. “No one could tell me where you were and I-I was really worried and I just-”

“Zach, calm down,” you instructed. “Take a breath.” You held back your laughter as he followed your instructions, the action being much more dramatic than necessary. “Now, why were you worried?”

“Because I couldn’t find you! I was looking everywhere,” he repeated.

“I’m sorry you got so concerned,” you told him. “I promise you I’m okay.”

“You promise?” His tone was much softer now, his voice so quiet it was barely audible over the background noise. 

“I promise, Zach,” you smiled. “How much have you had to drink?” you inquired.

“Just a little bit.”

“A little bit?” you repeated, lying back down and turning on to your side. “Are you sure?”

“Maybe-maybe a little bit more than a little bit,” he replied.

“I take it you’re still at the party?” you asked him, though you already knew the answer. 


“Did you need a lift home?” you offered. “I can come get you.”

“No,” he denied. “I’m crashing here tonight. A few of the others are too.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, toying with your bedspread. “You sound like you’re ready to go to bed,” you told him honestly. “I don’t think you’ll be able to get any sleep there at the moment.”

“I guess not,” Zach agreed. 

“What are you doing?” you questioned, the background noise changing and becoming more muffled.

“I’m going outside,” he said. “There’s a pool.”

“Zach no! Don’t get in the pool. You’re probably too drunk to remember how to swim.”

“That’s not true,” he muttered. “Oh shi-”

“What did you do?” you sighed. 

“Someone left their shoe in my way,” he groaned. 

“Are you sure it wasn’t your own shoe? Did you fall?” you asked, unable to hide the amusement from your tone. 


“I’m going to ask once more, are you sure you don’t want me to come back and get you?” There was silence from his end for a moment and you felt your heart pick up pace. “Zach?”

“I’m here,” he whispered.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. Keep talking,” he instructed.


“I like your voice.” You could hear the smile behind his words. “It’s a very nice voice.”

“Thank you?” you laughed, not sure of how to respond. “I can’t say I’ve ever been complimented on my voice before.”

“You should have been,” he responded. “It is a very nice voice,” he said again. “With a very nice face to match,” he added. 

You and Zach had known each other for a very long time. You wouldn’t ever admit it aloud, but he had always been the one who was able to make you smile and who was able to make the butterflies in your stomach come to life-especially when he said stuff like that. 

“Why aren’t you talking?” From the tone of his voice, you could tell he was pouting.

“Sorry,” you smiled. “I’m talking now. Will you be okay tonight? I really want to come pick you up,” you sighed.

“I’ll be all good,” he responded, dragging out his words. “I’ve found myself a nice chair,” he laughed, his laughter soon turning to giggles. “It’s so comfy.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“You sound tired,” Zach commented. 

“That’s because I am,” you told him. “And I think you are too.”

“I think I am, too. You’re so smart. Did you know that? And very pretty. And you have an amazing voice.”

“I think you should probably go get some sleep, Zach,” you sighed, trying not to read too much into his words because of the state he was in. “I’ll ring you tomorrow to check on you, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbled sadly. “You promise you’ll ring me?”

“Of course.”

“Pinky swear?”

“There’s no other promise,” you insisted. “Goodnight Zach.”

“Goodnight (Y/N)!”

Shaking your head, you rolled on to your back-opening your messages to text your friend who was still at the party, asking them to go check on Zach. Once they had replied, you tossed your phone to the side before sliding under your covers.

You understood that Zach was under the influence of alcohol and that probably wouldn’t remember the conversation you had just now. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, have any form of expectations.

Pushing certain thoughts out of your mind, you hugged your pillow to your chest, closing your eyes-ready to fall asleep. Tomorrow you would ring Zach to check on him and you hoped by then your head would be clear.

Part Two


Aaaaaand Lightgazer Apprentices. A masculine familiar to round out the fam.

Okay last of the Pastwalkers for now. I gotta drop off the map for the weekend anyways. I’m totally not hiding from how many notes their lore post got, noooo not at all. lol but yeah enjoy the 4th to those who celebrate it~

Wings: Part 2

Prompt: Since I loved Wings so much (I still love it what am I talking about?) could I request a Part 2 in which Reader’s sleeping habits gets worst and Jaime and Bart are trying their best to at least get Reader’s sleeping schedule a bit more normal? 

Part One

Requested by: @temperdragoness

    “This is getting ridiculous.”

    “Are you telling me it wasn’t ridiculous when we caught her napping under the sink?”

    “No, I’m saying it’s ridiculous that we are carrying her through the base, and SHE’S STILL ASLEEP!”

    Bart stares down at you, a small smile on his face, “She’s a weirdo, but she’s our weirdo.”

    Jaime just rolls his eyes, “Need I remind you that you can run faster than anyone alive, and I have alien technology embedded in my back?”

    Bart stares at his friend, “She was asleep on a treadmill, and it was STILL RUNNING! That’s strange, even by our standards.”

    Jaime just sighs, “Let’s get her through the zeta tube.”

    They walk through to the station to find your dad and brother on the other side. They stare at the two boys for just a minute before your father sticks out his fist and a green light comes out of his ring. He mutters something about things getting out of hand before he takes you to your room and lies you down on your bed.

    You wake up minutes later. It takes you only a few seconds to realize that you’re back in your room. You lie in the bed for a minute before getting up. You’d been spending less and less time in your room lately. You found your bed too soft, and the walls stifling.

You slip out into the hall to find your dad waiting for you. He’s in what your mom calls his general pose, “And where, young lady, do you think you’re going?”

You smile, “The rafters?”

“To do what?”

You wince, “To sleep.”

“You realize you have a bed, right?”

“It’s too soft, I can’t sleep on it.”

Your father sighs after a moment, “Should have figured this would happen. Lord knows I couldn’t sleep on a bed when I came back from my first tour. I think you need some time off.”

You blink owlishly at him, “Excuse me.”

He smiles, “Your body is on alert. You’re used to putting yourself at risk, and now your body wants to be prepared at all times. It feels vulnerable in a bed. The best medicine I can think of is time off. No missions, and only light training. That’s an order.”

You don’t talk to your dad for a week after that. And if he enters a room, you leave it. You spend most of your time at the mountain. You can at least fly there.

Bart and Jaime confront you after three days, when they find you sleeping in the shower. You’re hesitant to tell them what’s going on, especially after what happened with your dad. Of course, by now you should know to expect the unexpected with them.

“Seriously, that’s it?” Bart asks.

You nod, and he pulls you to your feet. He drags you down the hallways to his room, with Jaime following behind. Somehow you end up sandwiched in-between them, and to your surprise, you’re out within minutes.

Feelings (Thomas/Newt)

part two to caught in the middle: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/161876579447/caught-in-the-middle-thomasnewt

Originally posted by imagines-for-all-the-fandoms

Originally posted by ninja-stiles

(this Dylan O'Brien gif though. *starts panting from how sexy he looks)

warning: Newt talking about attempted suicide. A lot of feels in this one.  

“you bitch!” Gally growled grabbing me out of my hammock.

He was dragging me to the pit. I just let him at this point.

“you’re hurting me Gally.” I said trying to remove his hand from around my wrist.

We were attracting the attention of some of the other gladers now.

“hey get the hell off of her you shank.” Minho said running up to me.

Minho tried to pry Gally’s hand off of me but Gally wasn’t budging. I saw Thomas now running straight for Gally. Thomas tackled Gally to the ground bringing me down with them. I felt my wrist crack as Gally didn’t let go until we fell. Thomas was on top of Gally punching him. Gally fought back sending a punch straight in Thomas’s face.

“ENOUGH.” Newt screamed.

Minho and Winston grabbed Thomas while other gladers grabbed Gally separating the two boys.

“look you shanks, Alby is done for so that means I’m in charge. We have to stick together. Thomas and y/n a night in the pit for attacking Gally.” Newt said.

Minho and Winston took Thomas over to the pit tossing him down in one of the holes. Newt grabbed my shirt pulling me off the ground.

“I’m not a child I can walk myself.” I said trying to get out of Newt’s grasp.

“yeah well you’re certainly acting like one.” Newt snapped.

I dug my heels in the ground so he would stop. He did, letting go and turning to look at me. I slapped him hard across the face making all the gladers around us cringe.

“at least i’m not acting like a piece of klunk!” I screamed as angry tears fell down my cheek.

Newt rubbed his jaw probably very annoyed with me right now. I turned away from him walking straight to the pit, jumping down in to the hole beside Thomas.

“Now it’s two days.” Newt said slamming the door shut.

I felt the tears fall down my cheeks. I didn’t understand him. He claimed he loves me but then treats me like this. More importantly why did I care that much?

“y/n?” Thomas said breaking me from my train of thoughts.

“yeah?” I said trying to hide my distraught voice.

“are you okay?” Thomas asked.

“I’m fine.” I tried to say convincingly but my voice betrayed me.

Thomas was quiet and all you could hear was the maze changing.

“I’m sorry I got you in trouble.” I said running my hands through the dirt in the pit.

“eh Gally deserved it.” Thomas said chuckling.

I laughed too. Thomas just had something about him, he could easily put a smile on my face.

“yeah he did.” I said laughing still.

“has he always been this much of a shuck face?” Thomas asked laughing louder.

“oh yeah but somehow I think he’s gotten worse as the days go on.” I said not able to hold my laugh in either.

“well I think you did more damage to him than I did. Remind me never to piss you off.” Thomas said his laughter dying down.

He hasn’t mentioned what happened between him, Newt and I and for that I was very thankful. There was a silence again that fell between us.

“Hey Tommy.” I spoke looking down at my feet.

“yeah?” He spoke.

“thanks for sticking up for me again, I really don’t deserve your kindness.” I said kicking a stone near my foot.

Thomas was silent for a few seconds.

“we should try to get some sleep.” Thomas said.

I sighed laying down in the dirt. I closed my eyes but knew that it was a mute point. I would not be getting any sleep tonight. About two hours passed before I heard rustling coming towards the pit. A lantern was shining in my eyes forcing me to bring my hand up to cover them. The door to the pit was opened and someone dropped down in beside me. Through the glow of the lantern I could now see that it was Newt.

“I brought you some water.” He said tossing me a canteen filled with water.

I grabbed it taking a swig. Newt sat down opposite of me pulling his knees to his chest. We sat in silence. I wasn’t going to forgive him so easily this time.

“let me see your wrist.” He said extending his hand.

I sat still for a second not sure if I should or not. I slowly extended my arm out putting my wrist in his outstretched hand.

“it bruised but it doesn’t look broken.” Newt said dropping my hand.

We sat there silent again. It felt like hours but really it was a couple of minutes.

“Did I ever tell you the story of how I got my limp?” Newt asked looking into the flame of the lantern.

I shook my head no. I could just make out his hard facial features in the glow from the lantern.

“I jumped.” He said simply.

“Jumped? From where?” I questioned, sitting up closer to him.

“from the maze walls.” He said sitting closer to me too.

Our shoulders and knees were now touching as we shared the glow from the lantern.

“Newt why would you jump?” I asked trying to process everything he was telling me.

He was silent. I didn’t rush him for an answer knowing he’d tell me when he was ready.

“I wanted to die.” Newt said grabbing my hand an tracing patterns on the back of it.

I could tell this was difficult for him to talk about.

“I didn’t see a point in going on if this was all there was. I was sad all the time. I didn’t want to be here.” Newt continued.

I put my head on his chest letting him wrap his arms around me. I stayed silent listening to his story.

“obviously I miscalculated and I didn’t kill myself, just broke my bloody leg. Alby had me on some sort of suicide watch after that. It took time, but eventually my leg healed my heart didn’t though.” Newt continued taking a deep breath.

I could feel the tears falling down my cheek.

“I acted around Alby so everyone would leave me alone, but nothing helped, that was until that month when a new greenie came up in the box. It was a girl.” Newt said taking a hand and stroking it through your hair.

I sobbed some more, realizing he was talking about me.

“things changed mighty quick after that. I dropped down in the box and saw how scared she was. It tugged at my broken heart strings. I wanted to make her feel better. I wanted to protect her, I wanted to comfort her when she was sad, I wanted to make sure she never had the scared look in her eyes again. But the truth is she never needed me. She got used to the glade fairly quickly. She could hold her own against the boys, she could run fast and she wasn’t afraid of the monsters that lurked beyond the walls. She was smart and she knew how to make it on her own.  She never needed me, but she never knew how much I needed her. ” Newt said stopping for a second to stop his voice from shaking.

I turned around in his arms burying my face in his neck. He could feel my warm tears hitting his skin.

“I purposely put her hammock right by my hut so when I woke up from my horrible nightmares all I had to do was walk outside and see her sleeping peacefully and I knew that as long as she was here nothing could ever be that bad. I felt my broken heart start to gravitate towards her. I was terrified when she became a runner. I knew if I lost her, I would lose myself too. She got stuck in the maze and I didn’t try to save her. I sat outside all night and cried thinking about how much she has done for me and I couldn’t even save her. I owe everything to Thomas because he did save her. He was brave, he was selfless, he was strong, just like her. I became scared then that because she had someone who was strong, brave, and smart like herself that she wouldn’t want to be around a broken, weak, and useless boy anymore.” Newt said his voice cracking at the last part.

I picked my head up. In the light of the lantern I could just see the tears rolling down his cheeks. I wiped one away.

“Newt your not broken, weak, or useless. Newt continuing when you wanted to die, that’s the strongest thing I’ve ever heard someone do. You’re brave, strong, and smart in your own way Newt.” I said tears falling down my cheeks too.

I put my head back on his chest and we just sat there in each others embrace for a little while.

“Newt that girl, she needed you too. She needed you to be there for her, she needed you to vent to when the other boys were annoying her, she needed you to listen to her stories about what she was going to do if they ever got out of this place, she needed you to laugh with. Newt you were and are everything that girl needed.” I said sitting up again and facing him.

“I love you.” Newt said resting his forehead on mine.

I placed my lips on his kissing him gently. He cupped my cheek with his hand pulling me closer to him. He licked my bottom lip asking for entrance, which of course I allowed. I straddled his lap kissing him more deeply than ever before. I pulled away out of breath.

“I love you too.” I said the words falling from my lips.

little did I know we had woke Thomas and he heard the whole thing.

two cliffhangers in one day? I’m a terrible person. I’m not sorry though, now you guys will have to come back for Part Three!! Seriously though I cried writing this.


B.A.P Simple Colors II

Reuploaded for @yoodoyoo

I can’t believe I forgot their Matokis!  TT  I know the colour is not exactly the same, but I tried to match it to the pastel shades. 

Truth [John Laurens X Reader]

Summary: You would have never thought that words on paper would split you and your husband.

A/N: This was from a writing competition a while back! I needed some extra fics to be posted while I was on vacation so ta-da! This takes place in the 1700’s so please don’t be confused! If I’m not as active, you know why! I used the historical letter to add some ‘depth’ and give a sense of the time period. Alright, enough rambling. I hope you enjoy!

Tag Club! @nithsdalian @dreamingofmadison @kawaiinekodono @noellerhee @proud-shy-slytherin @that-gay-fangirl

Word Count: 1,075

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You turned the lock of your front door, completely exhausted from the events at work. All you wanted to do was sleep and talk it out with your husband. Once you opened the door, you had a gut feeling that it wasn’t going to happen. Something was strange. The living and dining room were untouched. “John?” you called out. Maybe he was outside, but during these hours, that was a stretch. You turned the corner and saw light spill out through the cracks of a closed door. Maybe he was in there? You carefully pushed the door open and saw John writing, again. He’s been spending most of his time at the wooden desk. Alexander asked him to help write essays against slavery. All day and all night, he was at his desk writing. You should’ve known he was here. You stood at the door frame, waiting for him to notice you. He never did. He kept his focus on the paper and quill. You frowned and put your arms around him, kissing his cheek. “Good evening, John.”

“Good evening, Y/N.” He spoke as if he was uninterested. “John are you alright?”

“I’m just busy at the moment.”

“What are you writing?” It was as if you were talking to a wall. “Another essay.”
“Can I read it?” Once you said that, he gently took your arms off of him. “Sorry, love. I don’t need any help,” before you could respond, he spoke again “you should sleep, I know you had a long day.”
You sighed. This wasn’t like him, even if he was busy. He was sensitive this time. “Can I read it with you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be at Alexander’s tomorrow.” You didn’t want to cause him any more stress. “Good night, love.” you said. He didn’t answer back. You felt a pang of rejection as you prepared to sleep.

As soon as you woke up, you rolled to the other side of the bed, expecting John to be there. You should’ve gotten used to it. He wasn’t there. They must have met up quite early. You took this time to walk in the square and pick up some food. You made your way back home and John still wasn’t back. You set the food in the dining room and made your way to the library, where he kept and wrote his letters. You were still curious. You found the letter he was writing last night and decided to read it. You knew his writing was eloquent and vivid, so you were excited to see what he wrote. However, you found out it wasn’t from him. It was from Alexander. You continued to read.

‘Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that ‘till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me.’

You couldn’t read anymore of it. You felt betrayed and as if you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t cry, but tears streamed down your face. The letter was still in your hand and you stood there, helpless.

John got back and you waited for him in the library, sitting at the desk. You heard footsteps rush to the room and he stood by the door, a look of panic on his face. You were trembling. “John, do you love me?” He took your hands gently and kissed them. “I love you more than anything in this world, Y/N.” All you did was chuckle from the irony. “Why are you like this, John?” You turned away from him, and he moved so you could face him. “What do you mean, dear?” You held the letter from Alexander and threw it at him. “What has gotten into you, Y/N?”

“Just read the damn letter.” You watched him look for a response. You stood up. “Is this what you didn’t want me to see last night? I thought that you cared for me!”
“I do!”

“Then explain it!” you spat out. You didn’t cry. You weren’t wasting your tears on him. “I trusted you! Is this what happened in your ‘meeting’ this morning?”

“No! Darling, you’re blowing this out of proportion-”
“Don’t call me that! You’ve been seeing him behind both Eliza and I’s backs, for who knows how long! Don’t tell me that I’m the one blowing this out of proportion!” John stood up and fought back. “Why were you invading my property in the first place?”
“Why did you break our marriage in the first place, John? Give me a decent reason right now!”

There was silence. “Exactly. You took the letter and made your way to the door. John held your arm. “Y/N, don’t tell Elizabeth!” You shook your arm from his grasp and slipped your wedding ring off. You threw it on the ground. “Alexander will get more use out of that ring than I have for the past year!” You slammed the door shut and made your way to Alexander and Eliza’s home.

Their house wasn’t that far away, but it felt like forever. You knocked on their door and opened up to see their daughter. “Good evening, Mrs. Laurens,” your stomach felt like knots when he said that “Can I help you?”

“Can I see your Mom, please?”

“Of course!” She ran off and you closed the door behind you. As she was trying to find Elizabeth, Alexander found you. “Y/N! It’s nice to see you-” You moved away from him and found Elizabeth standing behind him. You led her upstairs to the study. You placed the letter in her hands.

“I’m sorry, but you must see this.”

Loving the Son of Hagger 2.5

“And As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted” Allura said glaring Pidge and hunk. Shiro wasn’t listening anymore. He doesn’t remember the last time he fully listened to a plan. All he could think about his Lance..“Shiro are you alright man?” He snapped out of his thought. He turns to face Keith. “Yeah, Yeah I’m fine” shiro lied. “You don’t look so good..you should at least sleep before we leave” Keith was right. Shiro should try and get some sleep. “I should….” Shiro sighs in defeat. He walked off to his room and laid in bed. He just stared at the ceiling. “Lance” he whispered. He wanted to get him back. But he knows what happens if he even tried. After a few minutes shiro closed his eyes getting in rest. Before having his nightmare In his dream it was him and Lance. They were fighting off Lotor to get Lance before lotor took Lance. “If I can’t have Lavi, no one will” within that moment He had killed Lance. And he woken up in a cold sweat. “Lance…” he whispered crying. The scary part? He can see that actually happening

anonymous asked:

OMG 18? Like shawn is crying and y/n comforts him????? Ahhhh im already dying!


“it’s okay to cry…” 

lately things have been hard for shawn. he’s been getting frustrated with everything and he’s just been over all stressed out. you weren’t really  sure what was causing him stress, he’s refused to tell you anything. every time you asked, he answered with a simple “i’m fine.” and walked into his office. 

you thought maybe it was something you did, but you couldn’t recall doing anything to possibly upset him. maybe it was work again, he had a new tour coming up and he just released new music. 

he came home from the studio about an hour ago at a late hour, locking himself in his music room/office and he hasn’t come out since. 

deciding you’ve had enough, you get up from your shared bed, wrapped a blanket around you, and went to find him. you knocked first, but after not receiving an answer, you barged in.

you found your boyfriend staring at his computer, with tears falling down his face. your heart broke at the sight. he noticed you as soon as you walked in, and quickly wiped his tears away. 

“y/n, i thought you were sleeping. it’s late, you should rest.” 

you sighed, “i could say the same to you shawn.”

you stood behind him, starting to massage his shoulders and back. he sighed contently, “that feels nice.”

you noticed he had about 15 tabs open on his computer and a massive stack of paperwork on the desk.

“shawn, what’s up?” 

he takes one more look at his computer, his eyes already starting to tear up again. 

“hey,” you said soothingly as he pulled you onto his lap. “it’s okay to cry.” 

he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck. you felt your shirt slowly becoming damp from his tears. you continued to rub his back as he cried, you weren’t sure what to say but you wanted to let him know you were there. 

“there’s just so much to do in so little time,” he sobbed. “everyone is going to be disappointed in me. i feel so alone, nobody understands how much pressure is on me right now. i can’t take it anymore y/n.” 

“nobody is going to be disappointed in you shawn, the fans will understand and so will everyone else. you’re not alone, you’ve got so many great people supporting you. i know there’s a lot of pressure with the new song, but all that matters is what you think and what the fans think, right? and they love it.” 

you knew he wanted everything to be perfect for his fans, but you also knew they would understand if thing’s ever got too much.

he raised his head so he was eye level with you, his eyes were still red and puffy and there were a few tears still coming down his face.  you quickly wiped them away, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“i love you, you always know what to say.” he whispered, kissing your lips a couple times. 

“i love you too.” you say, standing up. “now, let’s go to bed, and tomorrow i’m talking to andrew about getting you a few days off.” 

Love Is All You Need

Daryl Dixon Imagine

First one of a bunch of rather short stories

Request: I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader and Daryl are best friends and are basically brother and sister and she always tells him she loves him because she wants him to know he deserves love? I guess it’s a little vague but it popped into my head today and I thought it would be cute. You can add whatever you want

word count: 781

I was lying on the bed in Daryl’s cell room yawning deeply. It was getting late and I could see that Daryl was dozing off every now and then. He was trying his best to keep awake for me and listen, but as I hadn’t said a word in a while I couldn’t really blame him. I should’ve gone to my room anyway, get some sleep but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to leave.
“I should go.” I sighed sitting up. Daryl needed to get some sleep, he was supposed to be out on a run tomorrow and I would never in my life forgive myself if something was to happen to him because of me keeping him awake.
“Ya don’t’ve to”, Daryl said yawning. “Ya can sleep here.”

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