he rubs his bed

Imagine Sam staying up all night with your daughter

“Morning, Rapunzel,” Dean teased as Sam walked into the room, his hair mussed from a restless night.

“Don’t,” he grumbled, running his hands through his hair as he took a seat opposite his brother.

“Rough night?” Dean asked, and Sam groaned.

“Katie’s only just gone to sleep. Worn herself out crying all night,” he explained, rubbing at his temples with his fingertips.

“Just go to bed now, we don’t have to be anywhere today,” Dean told him, but Sam shook his head.

“Y/N’s still sleeping, I don’t want to wake her up.”

Dean smiled, leaning back in his chair.

“You love them,” he commented, and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Well duh.”

Dean nodded, looking back at the paper in front of him, “You’re a good dad.”

Ready To Go [Get Me Out Of My Head] pt. 1

pastel!dan, punk!phil, transboy!dan

part 1

1459 words

It was a Sunday.

I was on my bed, on my phone, bored as hell, when I heard the knock.

I took my time getting there cause honestly who the fuck cares about some dumb postman or something when your boyfriend is in hell.

The second the door was opened there was a black blur and arms were wrapping around me tightly, a face buried in my chest. A sob shook his whole body.

“Woah! Dan, Jesus, what’s wrong?”

He just squeezed tighter and I sighed, tugging him into my house and slamming the door behind me.

I’m one smooth movement I picked him up bridal style, carrying him to my room and plopping him down on my bed. He looked up, sniffing and rubbing at his red eyes with the sleeve of his black sweatshirt.

“What’s going on?” I asked, leaning against my wall and crossing my arms, frowning. I could already feel anger brewing in my stomach, this had to be his parents.

Dan let his face fall into his sleeve covered hands, a sob wracking through his tiny body before speaking.

“I fucking hate them,” he muttered. “I fucking hate them! I took years convincing myself I was valid, and one day with them just crushes it!”

I moved to kneel in front of him, grabbing his hands. “What happened?”

“Oh, I just can’t take it anymore! It’s so fucking stupid that I have to do this, dress up for them, just so they’ll be a little less harsh.” He huffed, frustratedly tugging at his black sleeves. “I’m never wearing black again after this,” he mumbled.

“Did you meet with the school board?”

He sighed. “Yes, they threatened to sue the school. And they claimed I had ‘mental issues’ that drove me to do what I did. Being trans isn’t a fucking mental issue.” He let out another choked sob.

God, I was mad. What the hell was wrong with them? Why couldn’t they treat Dan like the beautiful, kind, sensitive boy he was?

He tugged at his hair, biting his lip. He glanced up at me, his eyes shiny and large. I swallowed, feeling my self restraint weakening.

“They… they k-keep making little comments… about m-my appearance, my b-body… pointing out how girly I am…”

That was it. Something inside me snapped.

I grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to me and kissing him deeply, possessively. He automatically reciprocated, wrapping his arms around my neck.

I pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top of him, pushing myself between his legs. He wrapped them around my waist, shifting underneath me and whimpering quietly into the kiss. That’s what broke me out of my haze, coming to my senses.

“D-Dan, I don’t… I didn’t mean to-”

“Phil?” He ran his thumb over my jaw, glancing down at my lips before looking back up and meeting my eyes. Damn, I melted.

“Y-yes?” I muttered back.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

I almost moaned just from his words, kissing him again, harder. He started to grind up against me, driving me insane.

“Dan,” I said in a low voice, frowning and breaking apart from him.


“Sit up.”

He did as I said, moving out from underneath me and onto his knees, tilting his head at me. I bit the inside of my cheek, looking him over.

“You’re beautiful,” I muttered, leaning over to kiss him gently for just a second. “Dan, I want you to do something for me, before I fuck you.”

“Y-yeah?” He practically whispered.

“I want you to tell me every last place they judged, every last place on you that they called less than gorgeous. Okay?”

He hesitated, I could see it in his eyes, and bit his lip before nodding.


He sighed, sticking his tongue out between his lips for a moment.

“M-my jaw and cheeks, t-they said they were too softly defined to belong t-to a boy.”

Anger burst in my mind, but I just leaned forward, peppering both his cheeks with kisses before moving down his jaw. He whined quietly, balling his fists up into my shirt and tilting his head back.

“Where else?” I asked quietly, my lips brushing his skin as I spoke.

“M-my chest,” he stuttered, his voice breaking slightly. “T-they keep saying I s-still have tits, just slight ‘tiny little bumps’ an it drives me crazy because I know that’s not true, that can’t be true, and-”

“Shh,” I whispered to him, pushing him down onto the pillows, and running my fingertips along the hem of his black sweater. “Can I take this off?” I asked gently, placing a soft kiss to his jaw. He nodded.

“P-phil, please d-don’t…” he paused. “Please don’t l-look at them.”

I sighed pressing my lips together. I felt like crying. What had they turned my beautiful confident baby into?

“Dan,” I muttered calmly, kissing down his neck to the center of his chest. I felt him shiver. “They’re beautiful. They’re part of you, I don’t care.”

He whimpered softly, grabbing at my shirt and closing his eyes. I pressed careful, soft kisses all along his scars. He gasped gently when I licked all the way up his chest to his throat and bit lightly.

“P-Phil…” he whined. I groaned under my breath, his voice like this drove me insane.

“Where else, baby?”

He bit his lip, opening his eyes and searching my face.

“My thighs, and h-hips. Too l-large,” was all he could get out. I grunted quietly, anger getting the best of me as I tugged at the zipper of his black jeans.

“Can I…?” I paused to ask. He swallowed, and nodded.

I pushed his black jeans down his hips, pulling them all the way off before looking back at him. He was wearing a pair of lacy light pink panties, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. He smirked at me.

“I had to wear something pink,” he said in a low voice, and I clenched my jaw.

“God,” I muttered roughly, leaning over to kiss the wet spot in his panties, not able to help myself. He moaned. “I’m so lucky, baby boy.”

I held his hips down, kissing slowly across his stomach and over his hip bones, sucking and biting randomly to leave hickeys. I moved to his thighs, dragging my lips over the top of them before pushing his legs apart, pulling them over my shoulders before skimming my lips over his inner thigh. He gasped.

“F-Fuck,” his voice caught. “P-Please.”

I smirked, watching his face as I bit gently on the pale sensitive skin, making him jolt.

“Jesus, Phil.”

“Waited so long, Dan,” I muttered breathlessly, kissing up his stomach to his throat. “Waited so long to have you like this, angel.”

He whined loudly, clutching at my shirt.

“Off,” he muttered, clearly not quite himself. I grinned, tugging my shirt off over my head.

He whimpered, biting his lip hard.

“Yeah, baby?” I asked softly, sucking on his neck. “Did you want something?”

“D-Daddy,” he muttered in a low, breathless tone, and I gasped despite myself. “Daddy, fuck, please.”

“God, baby.” I groaned. “O-Okay.”

I moved away from him despite his desperate noises, shuffling through my bedside drawer and pulling out a condom and lube.

He smirked at me, shaking his head.

“So do you do this a lot?” He asked sarcastically, watching as I tugged my jeans off and gasping slightly at my hard on through my boxers. I rolled my eyes.

“Not in a while, actually,” I muttered, letting him pull my boxers down. “And not with pretty pastel boys. And I got the condoms a while ago, when we started… talking.”

“You horny bastard,” he responded, and I laughed, raising my eyebrows.

“Do you really think you’re in the position to say that to me, baby boy?” I asked lowly, running my fingers over his jaw before roughly tugging his hair. He gasped.

“N-No, sorry daddy.”

I pressed myself against him, lining our chests up and biting on his ear gently. He moaned.

“Gonna make you forget about them, alright angel? I’m gonna make you forget about your stupid family.”

He nodded, searching my eyes.

“Yes, daddy.” He brushed his fingers over my hips. “Please.”

~to be continued~

soft viktuuri headcannons
  • yuuri’s touches are often smaller, less public, and inadvertent. 
  • when he’s wrapped up in thought and they’re in a cab on the way to competition or on a flight, he’ll sort of play with viktor’s fingers rather than out right holding his hand.
  • he’s not usually the one to initiate cuddling or spooning, but viktor loves it so he’s a) usually the big spoon despite being smaller and b) used as a pillow… a lot…
  • he whines about it at viktor sometimes, but doesn’t actually mean it and usually ends up running his fingers through viktor’s hair or lightly rubbing his back.
  • he plays with viktor’s hair in bed while they’re just watching tv or reading. usually twirls it around his fingers. sometimes when he’s being a little shit he’ll try to tie little portions of viktor’s hair into a knot and then be like “oops” and viktor’s like -.-
  • yuuri also just likes sharing space with viktor. it can be a quiet and perfectly boring thing but he just likes to be near him. having him there. sharing that quiet with him.
  • when they’re apart because of travel or separate responsibilities, viktor likes to send texts throughout the day. sometimes they’re selfies, sometimes it’s just to say “hi! hope you are having a good day, my yuuri!,” sometimes they’re actually pictures of dogs he found on the internet because he’s actually ridiculous.
  • viktor likes to share things. bites of food. sips of each other’s drinks.
  • lots of back hugs. lots of sliding his arms under yuuri’s arms when yuuri’s a little distracted and just being close to him.
  • when it’s not competition season and yuuri gains a little weight back in his face and stomach (bc he seems like the type of person who immediately gains weight back if he’s not constantly working out and watching what he eats), viktor’s actually very sweet about it. 
  • yuuri usually feels horribly self-conscious about it, but viktor tells him he thinks it’s cute and likes yuuri’s round face and softness. 
  • and one time he jokes about how he will probably go bald at some point, but yuuri will still love him anyways. and yuuri’s like…. “welll….” and viktor is T.T (and then yuuri is smothering him in kisses through his own laughter because of course he’ll love him jeez he’s so sensitive about his hair…)
  • lots of skating after the rink has closed, sometimes with music, sometimes without. sometimes they skate for hours without speaking or even coming near each other. sometimes they skate with each other, slow and close, skin and hands warm from each other’s touch despite the cold. it’s just enough to be together on the ice. 

I want Dan spread out, whimpering and needy, griding against the mattress to get friction get grind back on Phil’s tongue. I want Dan’s moans to be getting louder and louder as he gets closer and closer to tipping. I want him to be begging Phil for more, to touch him, and the only thing Phil says is “No, no, pretty boy, not this time. I know you can cum just like this, now do it.” And I want Dan to go stiff, going silent for just a few seconds before he lets out a loud moan as his body shakes as he goes completely limp on the bed with Phil rubbing his ass and his back, telling him what a good boy Dan has been.

Two Can Play That Game

The coldness of the sheet only reminds Harry that he’s by himself. So he lies there, thinking about how good it would feel just to have someone there. He just needs a cuddle. Oh, Y/N is always up for a cuddle, she happens to be his favorite kind of cuddle. If anyone would be there for him, it’s her. The two shared an undeniable connection, a bond that was probably weird to others. They were fully aware of their flirtatious actions and physical attraction to one another. They both craved any kind of attention from each other. He would run to hers if she needed a simple hug. He sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes before he dials her number. He feels guilty when he noticed the grogginess of her ‘Hello’.

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The Arrangement: Chapter 7

Author’s Note: This one was fun to write!! I’m not sure if I’ll be updating over the weekend, but I will hopefully write the requests I have before they start piling up too much haha Also this gif is only like half applicable to the chapter but I thought it was cute so enjoy xx

Feedback is always appreciated :) 


Originally posted by hardyness

Kylo awoke to the sound of a voice in his head. He opened his eyes wearily, taking in his surroundings and remembering where he was. His back ached slightly from the night of sleeping on the floor, but that thought quickly escaped him when he heard the voice getting louder.

They might still be sleeping. He could hear the Queen think. I’ll just check up on them.

Kylo sensed your mother approaching the bedroom and groggily stood up. He rubbed his eyes before glancing over to you still sleeping on the bed. A faint trace of a smile ghosted his lips as he saw how dishevelled you looked. Your mouth was hanging half open and your hair spread in all different directions. But you looked peaceful. Kylo supposed it was because you were sleeping in your own bed once more.

He nudged you gently, but you remained still.


You groaned, lazily swatting your hand towards him, “Go away.”

“Wake up!” He pushed you slightly harder this time.

“Let me sleep,” you mumbled.

“Your mother is nearly at the door.”

Those words sent you bolting upright and you started to get out of the bed.

“No,” Kylo said, pushing you back down and getting into the bed himself.

“W-what are you doing?!”

“We’re married remember?”

You felt Kylo’s leg briefly brush your own and you scowled, “You’re freezing!”

He ignored you, easily putting his arm around your shoulder.

You sighed, you had almost forgotten how seriously he was taking the marriage pretence.

“Put your head on my shoulder,” he instructed.

“I don’t want to.”

He rolled his eyes as he pushed your head down on to his shoulder.

“That hurt!”

“You should’ve just listened to me then,” he hummed.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, are you awake?” You instantly recognised your Mother’s voice as she knocked swiftly.

Kylo straightened himself up slightly before extending his hand out slightly towards the door.

“Oh my,” your mother laughed in surprise as the door opened. She grinned as she looked up to the bed, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” you smiled.

You saw your mother glance down to the woollen blanket on the rug and she gave you both a suggestive smile, “I hope you two had a good night’s rest.”

“We did, thank you, Your Majesty,” Kylo responded before you could.

“Well I just wanted to see if you were both awake,” your mother clasped her hands together, “I’ll leave you to get ready.”

“We’ll be out soon, Your Majesty,” Kylo told her.

“Take your time,” she said happily before leaving.

You had almost forgotten that your head was still on Kylo’s shoulder when he cleared his throat, removing his arm from around you.

“Aren’t you going to get out?” You smirked, knowing that he too had become comfortable.

“Oh, right,” he mumbled, standing up.

You let out a yawn before nuzzling back under the blanket.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Princess,” Kylo said, “Hux and I have formal matters to discuss with the King, but we are still training this afternoon.”

You frowned, “Can’t I just have one day off? I thought this was a holiday.”

“We don’t have time for holidays,” Kylo snapped at you, “This was merely a…change of scenery.”

“Why did we come back to my home planet then?”

“Will you ever run out of questions for me?” Kylo asked as he put his helmet on.

“Maybe… but where’s the fun in that?” You grinned, using his own words against him.

“You seem very happy, Y/N,” your mother told you.

“Really?” You were walking arm in arm through the palace garden.

“Truly,” she smiled, “The Commander is clearly treating you well.”

“Hmm, clearly,” you muttered as you approached the courtyard.

Kylo was already there, showing your brother and the King his lightsaber.

Hux was there too, but unsurprisingly, his attention was on his datapad.

“Y/N, do you have one of these yet?” Your brother asked when he noticed you had arrived.

“Kylo doesn’t let me anywhere near his, so that’s a definite no,” you said, stepping onto the concrete.

“The Commander has kindly offered us to watch you train this afternoon.”

“What? Why?”

Hux snapped his head up to give you a glare, as if to warn you not to protest.

No one but Kylo had seen you train before. You didn’t know how to feel about having an audience.

Kylo retracted his lightsaber and handed you your training stick. You snatched it from him hastily.

“The Princess can have quite the temper when she wants to,” Kylo told your family. Though he had his helmet on, it was as if you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“We know,” your brother chuckled.

“Ready?” Kylo asked.

You nodded.

Do as I tell you.”

It was the first time you had heard Kylo’s voice in your head—at least the first time he had actually consented to it. You looked up at him as if to acknowledge what he had said.

You were pacing carefully in a circular motion, waiting for Kylo to make the first move.


You did so just before Kylo swung at you. Your family cheered at your success and you smiled to yourself.

Your move, Princess.”

You were thought carefully about where you would strike him.


Kylo’s voice was cut short as you swung for his shoulder, the weapon hitting his skin.


You furrowed your brows. Why was he making you look good in front of your family? Hux would have surely suggested it.


Shut up,” you responded this time, easily forcing him out of your mind. You wanted to earn this victory yourself.

You struck once more, the weapon only narrowly missing Kylo’s thigh. You could tell his demeanour towards you had changed.

As he started to move towards you, you panicked and extended your arm out towards him. In a flurry of movements, it was as if Kylo tripped on thin air and he plummeted to the ground.

Hux let out a laugh as your family clapped for you once more.

“Thank you, thank you,” you beamed, bowing dramatically for your audience. You didn’t realise how much you had needed their approval until now.

You turned to face Kylo, holding out your hand to help him up. He ignored it, and quickly rose to his feet.

You had two more sparring rounds after that, with Kylo being defeated both times by you. He watched as you improved the more your family cheered you on. He realised in that moment that he had made the right decision in bringing you here.

“Well then boys, if you don’t mind, my mother and I were having a lovely walk through the gardens before this,” you said pointedly. As the others began filtering out, Kylo stayed behind.

“Can I have a word in private?” He asked, with an uncharacteristic politeness. Your mother understood and she quickly exited the courtyard also.

You turned around to give him a puzzled look, “Is something wrong?”

“You did well.”

“That’s because you were helping me.”

He shook his head, “It was all you, Princess.”

“Well, I suppose it was mostly me,” you said bashfully.

“You needed this. Your family’s support, I mean.”

You nodded, “I think you’re right.”

“Y/N, I think that,” Kylo let out a sigh before continuing, “I think you should stay here.”

“W-Why… What—” you were struggling to find the right words. Where was this coming from?

“I can see that you’re happier here. It is your home after all.”

“The First Order is my home now.”

“Not like this,” he said, gesturing to the surroundings, “You still need your family.”

“I need you too,” you heard the words escape your mouth, “To train me, obviously,” you added hastily.

“I have taught you enough. You’re naturally skilled, you will learn to harness your power over time.”

“But the arrangement between us, the Supreme Leader will—”

“The Supreme Leader will find someone else to become my apprentice, and this marriage can be easily dissolved. You didn’t ask to be a part of this war.”

“No. I chose to be,” you whispered.

“But you are unhappy on Starkiller Base.”


“Don’t try to deny it, I’m not a fool.”

“Well I can’t stay here, Kylo. I won’t.”

Why not?” He was slightly agitated. He was still surprised at himself for even offering you to stay, but he couldn’t believe that you were refusing to.

“Because I am your apprentice and your wife before I am this planet’s princess. At least now, anyway.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to return with me and the General tomorrow.”

“Yes,” you stepped closer to him, “It does.”

Kylo couldn’t help but feel relieved at your words, albeit slightly confused.

“Your offer means more to me than you will ever know,” your voice was low now and tears had started to form in your eyes at the thought of what you were choosing to give up, “But I made a commitment to you, and you to me. I want you to continue with my training. On Starkiller Base.”

Kylo nodded, “As you wish, Princess.”

By the time you and your mother had returned from your work that evening, it was already quite late. She escorted you straight to your bedroom, both of you exhausted.

As you opened the door, you saw Kylo lying on the bed. You knew he wasn’t really asleep. He must have sensed you both from down the hallway.

“I’ll let you get to sleep,” your mother whispered.

You nodded, kissing her cheek as you went into the bathroom to change. You heard muffled voices from the other side and you heard that your mother and Kylo had started talking. If this trip had taught you anything, it was that Kylo Ren was a massive suck-up.

You managed to hear the end of the conversation in the bedroom as you re-entered it, “Promise me you’ll watch over my daughter, Commander.”

“You have my word, Your Majesty.”

Your mother looked up at you as you approached them. She waited expectantly and you realised she wasn’t going to leave until you got into the bed too. You lifted the blanket slightly and lied down hesitantly.

A smile plastered on her face, your mother quickly left the room. As soon as the door closed, you sat up.

“What are you doing?”

“You slept on the floor last night, I suppose it’s only fair if I do it tonight.”


“Kylo, we went over this already, I’m not going to stay behind—”

“No, Princess,” he let out a small chuckle as he pulled you back down to the bed, “I meant stay here, beside me.”

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The Different Shades of You and Me: Blue Aura

Fic Request: One night Lydia sleep walks her and when she wakes up she’s right next to Stiles. Stiles doesn’t seem too upset about it since this is the third time this has happened.

Blue Aura

Late nights were common for Stiles. He was never a bookworm, but there was something about supernatural folklore that he could never get enough of. The boy would flip through old books and strained his eyes on different websites until his eyelids fell.

Once the clock struck 2 a.m., Stiles shut the books and piled them on his desk before standing from his chair and walking over to his bed. He sat on the edge and rubbed his hands over his eyes. He then pulled up his comforter before tucking himself underneath and calling it a night.

Falling asleep was a chore for him too. No matter how exhausted he was, his brain refused to shut down when he wanted. Stiles closed his eyes in an attempt to silence his thoughts when he heard the front door open.

He opened his eyes once again, listening to the sound of footsteps. From his bed he heard a set of car keys clatter onto the dining table. Stiles let out a breath and settled back into his pillow. As the son of Sheriff, Stiles expected his father to return home in the middle of the night. This time, however, it was a bit later than usual.

The floorboards outside of Stiles’ bedroom began to creak and the door knob turned. Stiles sat up slowly in his bed and rubbed his eyes. “Dad, what’s up?” he groaned. When he opened his eyes at the figure in his doorframe, his arms collapsed to his side. “Again, Lyds?” he chuckled tiredly to himself.

Lydia stood in her pajamas with her hair in a ponytail and mint green slippers on her feet. She had a blank expression on as she stepped out of her shoes and walked closer to the bed. Stiles moved over to the far side of the mattress and lifted the covers. Without a word, Lydia crawled underneath them and brought them under her chin. She moved in closer to Stiles and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer into his chest. He pulled her hair from the black hair band and let it cascade over his pillow.

Stiles breathed in the scent of her strawberry conditioner as his gaze wandered around the room. The moon shined through the window and a blue aura flowed through the room as Stiles held Lydia close. She clutched onto his arm and brought her knees to her chin. Finally, he closed his eyes and his mind went blank at 2:30 a.m.


“No, no, no, please! Stop!” Lydia screamed, kicking her legs and swatting her arms. “Let me go!”

“Lydia, Lydia!” Stiles called, trying to get her to calm down. He grabbed her arms and forced them to her side.

She opened her eyes and lowered her hands. Her face was red and a thin layer of sweat covered her forehead. Stiles was sitting opposite of her on the bed as she gasped for air.

He looked to the clock on his nightstand behind her that read 4:27 a.m. “Are you alright,” he whispered, trying to hold her still.

Lydia looked around the room, panicked. Suddenly, she stopped and her eyes widened. “I did it again, didn’t I?” She groaned.

“If by ‘it’ you mean sleepwalked here past midnight, then yes,” Stiles said as he fixed loose strands of hair from her face.

“Why doesn’t this bother you,” Lydia questioned him as she wiped the sweat off of her face and straightened her posture on the headboard.

“It’s the third time this week Lyds, its fine. Do you want to talk about it?” Stiles said, searching her eyes for a shred of light.

“No, I’d rather not.” Lydia threw her head in her hands. “I’m sorry, another nightmare got me on my feet I guess,” she looked down at her lap. She felt bad for Stiles; she knew he barely got enough sleep, and the last thing he needed was to be woken up in the middle of the night. Lydia tied her hair back again and flipped the covers from her legs. “I guess I should go, I’m sorry again.” She stood from the bed and slid her feet back into her slippers.

“Lyds,” Stiles called. Lydia stopped on her way out the door. “Get back over here,” he chuckled. Lydia smiled softly and climbed back under the sheets excitedly. She curled closer into Stiles and wrapped her leg around his waist.

“Do you think we’re going to be okay?” Lydia asked, looking deep into his dark brown eyes. He frowned back in confusion. “That’s what I was dreaming about again. The Wild Hunt,” Lydia gulped.

“Uh-huh, I see,” Stiles sighed and twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers. “I think we’ll make it. After all those years I spent crushing on you, I could never forget you,” he chuckled. Lydia tapped the tip of his nose with her finger.

She settled back into herself and looked deep into the boy’s eyes. A wave of emotion overcame her. “Stiles, I don’t want to lose you,” Lydia said, her voice breaking.

Stiles hand came up to stroke her cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going anywhere, Lyds.” Stiles said.

“Stiles Stilinski, what did I do to deserve you in my life,” she whispered.

He smiled back at her and placed a warm kiss on her forehead. “Have I told you I loved you?” Stiles asked as he rested his chin atop Lydia’s head.

“Several times before,” Lydia grinned up at him and nestled back into his chest.

“Goodnight, Lydia,” Stiles said, before closing his eyes and letting go of his thoughts.

Although it had been the third day that the pair were awake before dawn, they both came to realize that neither of them ever slept quite as well as when they were by each other’s side.

Distractions pt 8

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 || Pt. 8

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3551

Originally posted by k-omachi

Back and forth and back and forth…under his lids, his eyes darted back and forth until he finally woke up. Darkness blanketed the entirety of the room rendering Yoongi completely disoriented. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his forehead, his sweat left a thin layer of residue on his palm. Nothing but a pitch darkness could be seen. 

What time is it? It must be the middle of the night…

Waking during the night hours was always a problem for him. While he could easily find himself a spot and spontaneously nap virtually anywhere during the day, night was completely different. Once woken up, it was almost impossible for him to go back to sleep. He thought that talking until he was tired again was the solution. Even in the middle of the night, he’d sometimes show up at one of his other friend’s houses if none of the other members were awake. Talking did help. In fact, that was his go-to solution for years…but it only really worked well when he spoke with a certain person. 

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Imagine Spencer trying to figure out why you’re upset when you start crying and fussing.

**Based off of Hello, You Beautiful Thing by Jason Mraz**

This was Spencer’s night to take care of you, a baby they had rescued on their current case, and you were upset. Spencer rolled (well, more like fell) out of his hotel room bed when he heard you crying again. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way over to your makeshift crib. It was becoming an almost automatic force of habit to check on you whenever he woke up. You let out another wail, your little face scrunched up as you cried.

Spencer sighed and gathered you into his arms, using one hand to support your head as he bounced you. “Hello, you beautiful thing. What’s wrong?” he crooned, continuing hesitantly for lack of a better word, “It’s okay, I’m here. Daddy’s here.”

You continued to cry and fuss, your little fingers curled into fists. Spencer continued to rock you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Shh, it’s okay, You’re okay. Are you hungry?”

You gurgled and whimpered and Spencer shuffled towards the kitchenette to get out one of the bottles JJ had helped him prepare earlier that evening. Within minutes, you had quieted and Spencer couldn’t help but grin. “That’s better, hmm?”

You gurgled again, your face morphing into a toothless grin that made the man’s heart melt a little bit. He trod over to the window, swaying you back and forth gently to lull you back to sleep while he stared out across the parking lot. The night was just starting to lighten with the firsts hints of dawn. “See that, [f/n]?” Spencer whispered, “It’s going to be a beautiful day. A big day.”

You were already fast asleep.

Gif Credit: Spencer


Request: Hey!! Can you do one with y/n being a famous actress and y/n and Shawn go to the Oscars as a couple and everyone loves them together?

Word Count: 1,527


”Wow babe, you look stunning” Shawn said, as he entered the hotel room.

I was putting the last pieces of jewellery on, when he snuck up behind me. I caught his silhouette in the mirror. His mouth was open, his eyes burned on me and he was licking his lips. I smiled shyly over his words.

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Early Class

Summary:  The RFA+S wake up before MC. After Day 11.

Pairing:  Yoosung x MC/Reader

Genre:  Fluff/Slice of Life

Rating:  PG…? T?  I don’t know where the line is…!

Word Count:  Approx. 1000

Yoosung groaned, coming back to the world slowly.  His alarm was set for so early. WHY.

He sat up on the edge of his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Still the alarm kept going.  Groggily, picking up his phone and seeing the time, he remembered; today was his early class.  He had to get to school.

Finally turning off the alarm, Yoosung wondered why he was so tired.  Ever since that one party, he was been serious about his studies.  He always made sure to go to bed early when he had this particular class, so why didn’t he, last night?

He found his glasses on the nightstand, and as he put them on, stood up. Why was he so sore, too?  And cold?

Abruptly, he looked down at his body.


No pjs.

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Pig (Combo Post)

You and Dylan were living together as you both worked on the Teen Wolf set.

You were more behind the scenes while Dylan was obviously in front of the camera. During the previous season, the first time you worked there, the two of you had become friends. When he said that he was looking for a place to stay, you offered the extra room in your apartment.

You warned him beforehand that it was probably more girly than he was used to when he lived with the guys, but it was also going to be cleaner. He had agreed to stay at your place, helping out with rent and groceries.

So for a few months while Teen Wolf was shooting, you had a roommate.

And it was time for both of you to get to work.

“Dylan!” you call again.

Dylan comes in, rubbing his eyes. He has crazy bed head and is lacking a shirt.

“Couldn’t have put a shirt on?“

He grunts in response, obviously not in the mood for your jokes yet.

"Well sleeping beauty, I made eggs and coffee. Want some?”

“Yeah,” he says, laying his head down on the counter.

“You getting a shower before we go?”

He just shakes his head, head still down.

“Alright, whatever.”

You put a place full of eggs and bacon in front of him, along with a smoking cup of coffee.

“Dude, if you don’t get your ass moving you’re going to make both of us late. What’s your deal? I thought you were in bed before me?”

“Britt called me late last night,” he states groggily.

“Oh?” you raise your eyebrows.

“No don’t ‘oh’ me, it’s nothing bad.”


“She just does not understand the concept of a thing called time difference.”

You laugh, “So how’s good ol’ Brittany doing?”

He smiles, “She’s good. She’s excited to visit. You’re still sure you’re okay with her staying over here?”

“Yes for the millionth time. I don’t care if she stays her.”

By now, Dylan has dove into his breakfast.

“How was your date last night by the way?”

“Ugh. Never let me allow Tyler to set me up again.”

“That bad?” Dylan chuckles.

“The dude ended up being this super arrogant, close-minded pig.”

“Oh no! The horror!” Dylan mocks.

You roll your eyes, “Shut up. It’s not funny. Why would Tyler even set me up with someone like that?”

“The pig part. Definitely the pig part. He saw how pig like you are. Thought you two hogs would hit it off.”

“I hate you,” you say, shaking your head.

“Nah you love me.”

“Ha. You wish.”

“I have a girlfriend. I already have someone who loves me. I don’t need your love.”

“You are the biggest liar ever. You’d be lost without me. ‘Brittany isn’t calling me back! What did I do?’ 'How do I iron this shirt?’ 'Can you make me breakfast?’ 'Can you make sure I get up on time?’ 'How does this look?’ 'What should I get Britt for our anniversary?’” you mock.

He puts his hands in the air, surrendering. “Okay, you got me.”

“Hell yeah I got you. Speaking of which, go get dressed man. We gotta leave in 5.”

“Shit!” Dylan says, jumping out of the chair and running to his room.

“Sometimes I’m more your mom than your friend,” you yell after him.

“Go best friend that’s my best friend that’s my best friend!” You and Dylan scream at each other before bursting into laughter as both of you attempt to twerk.

“Oh my god Dylan, what is that?” you cackle.

“I’m twerkin’ bitch!” he yells.

“That ain’t twerkin’!” you yell back.

It was a Friday, after work. You and Dylan had gotten a little…rowdy.

To say it honestly, it was the first chance the two of you could get sloppy drunk together at the apartment since Britt left.

You loved having her at your place, it was nice to have another girl around and someone else to pick on Dylan with. Teasing Dylan was one of your favorite hobbies.

But she had to leave and you and Dylan had a ritual. If you broke up with a boy or whenever Dylan and Britt had to leave each other, the two of you would drown your sadness in liquor the first chance neither of you had to do something the next day.

Today was finally that day.

So you cranked up the stereo and got out the bottles. There was dancing, loud singing-essentially yelling, and lots and lots of drinking.

It was fun. It was carefree and fun.

“Oh my god, change the song!” you yell over the music as you pour two more shots.

Dylan sways over to go change the song, accidentally playing some sad, slow song.

“What the hell?” you hear him say. “Get the fuck outta here,” he says to the speakers.

You chuckle to yourself, the fact that he’s literally talking to an object is too funny.

He changes the song, again, and comes waltzing into the kitchen where you are.

“Yaaass,” he says in his best white-girl voice, “Shotssss.”

You smile, “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” he echoes, meeting your shot glass.

The rest of the evening consists of more drinking, dancing, laughing, and carrying on.

And eventually you both pass out.

“Oh why do we do this to ourselves?” you moan, unmoving from the seat you’ve woken up from.

All you hear is a grunt from Dylan on the couch.

You consider getting up but decide that sleeping some more is the better option.

After an undetermined amount of time, you wake up again, this time to the smell of eggs and bacon.

“What are you doing?” you murmur, shoving your face into the cushion.

“I’m being mom this time.”


“Because I apparently drank more water between shots and am in far better working condition than you.”


“So, I made some eggs and bacon.”

“I don’t wanna eat,” you whine.

“Alright, then will you drink some water for me?”

“Drink your own damn water.”

He chuckles, “Y/N, you know that’s not what I mean-”

“I don’t care.”

“Y/N, please drink some water.”

You only moan some more.

“Dylan,” you while again.

“Y/N, I’m only trying to help you. Here, let me get you some water. And then you’re going to do what I say and drink it.”

“Why are you so mean and bossy?” you ask as he gets up and moves into the kitchen.

“Why are you still drunk?” he teases.

“I’m not still drunk. How could I still be drunk? It’s morning.”

“Actually it’s afternoon and I think you’re still drunk. Now drink this,” he says, coming back into the room and handing you a water.

You begrudgingly do as he says, hating him a little for making you move.

“Good. Now, do you want to eat something?”

“No, I just want to sleep.”  


“I can’t move.”

He laughs, “Yes you can.”

“Can you carry me?”

“Are you serious?” he asks, bewildered.

“Yes, I can’t do it.”

“Alright fine, jeez you’re such a princess.”

You wrap your arms around his neck as he picks you up into his arms. He carries you into your room, tucking you into bed.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

“Mean to you? I just carried you into your room.”

“You call me names.”


“Yeah, you called me a pig and a princess, and last night you called me a bitch. Why don’t you like me?”

“Y/N, you know that’s not true. You know I love you, you’re my best friend.”

“Well you’re my best friend but I don’t say mean things to you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Mkay, I forgive you,” you say, already slipping back to sleep.

“I need a man,” you announce, throwing your phone to the side.

“Yes you do,” Dylan agrees. He doesn’t even bother to turn away from the game on TV. He just takes another sip of beer.

“Shut up,” you say as you playfully smack him.

“Hey! Watch it! I have a drink in my hand. Besides, I’m right. You need to get laid or something. Find a…a hobby,” he adds with a wink.

“Oh my god, you did not.”

He smirks, “Yes. I believe I did.”

“I hate you,” you laugh.


“No, pretty sure I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Did you order that pizza yet?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, I ordered the pizza.”

“Awesome. How soon will it be here?”

“Like 15.”

The game cuts to a commercial and Dylan turns towards you.

“Okay, now listen up. You don’t need a guy. I don’t know why the fuck you think you do, but you don’t. Guys are dumb and stupid, and they just distract you and get you all bothered. You don’t need a guy,” he says seriously.

“Interesting considering you’re a guy.”

“I’m your friend. And trust me when I say you don’t need a guy.”

“Thanks Dylan,” you blush.

“Alright, now grab my wallet and pay for the pizza.”

You smile, hopping up from the couch. You find Dylan’s wallet and open it to get the money, only a condom falls out.

“Dylan are you serious?” you ask, holding it up for him to see.

He shifts in his seat to see you, and color immediately rushes to his cheeks.


“Now Dylan, I’m glad that you are being safe and using protection, but make sure you are doing it for the right reasons,” you mock in your best suburban-mom-gives-the-birds-and-the-bees impression.

“Oh my god, shut up,” Dylan chuckles, rolling his eyes.

Now you’re the one smirking. “I just want to make sure you don’t do anything you’ll regret later,” you continue the impression.

“Why do you love pretending to be my mom so much? Hm?”

“Dylan, didn’t you know? I am your mom!” you reply sarcastically.

“Okay, now I hate you.”

“Good,” you smile.

“Hey hun-” Dylan yells from his room.

“Hun? You are you callin’ hun?” you smirk.

“Oh my god,” you hear him say to himself. Then you hear him walking to find you. And what you find on his face is a look of sheer horror.

“Okay, okay. I totally did not mean to call you that. Like it just slipped. I didn’t mean to, I don’t know why. I was thinking about Britt, and I would call her hun, and then I called for you and…and…”

“Dyl calm down,” you laugh, “I get it. It happens. Don’t worry.”

“I’m really sorry, I really didn’t mean to-” he continues.

“Dylan,” you scold, “knock it off. I’m serious. It’s not a big deal.”

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his guilt.

“Now, what were you going to ask me?”

“Um… I was going to ask you about our plans for this thing… Like, what am I? Your escort? Or your chaperone? Ohh! Or your wingman? Okay, but seriously, why do you need, or even want, me to go to this thing?”

“Dylan, Dylan, Dylan,” you shake your head, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You simply do not understand. See, as a best friend, it is your duty to go with me to events like this to protect me. So basically, you’re all three of those things for me tonight. I need a date. I need someone to make sure that if some creep tries something on me you get me out safely. Or if there’s someone I don’t like, you get me the hell away from them. And, you know, I mean, you’re always my wing man.”

“Oh great,” he rolls his eyes, “I never signed up to be your best friend. Therefore, these rules should not apply.”

“Oh shut up. You know I’d do it for you. Wait, I have done it for you. So ha. Now go fix that tie, I don’t need to look like I associate with pigs like you.”

“I thought you were the pig?” he asks while walking to a mirror.

“I think we both very well know who the real pig is. The title belongs to you. You leave the toilet seat up, you leave crumbs everywhere when you eat, and honestly when was the last time you did your laundry? Or truly saw your floor?”

“Okay, okay, no need to point fingers here. Didn’t you say we’re all friends?”

“Yeah only if you sign the agreement.”

“Oh we have friendship contracts now?” he mocks.

“I mean, sometimes it’s just needed. I can’t have you calling me honey all the time now can I?”

“I told you it was an accident!”

You give a big, goofy, devious smile.

“I know,” you add with a wink.

“Dylan are you and Y/N dating?”

“Dylan what happened to Britt?”

“Have you and Britt broken up?”

“Dylan what does this mean for relationship status?”

That’s what all the paparazzi and reporters and fans were yelling at you (and more) as you stepped from the car to the few feet to the entrance of the shin-dig that you got Dylan to go along as your date.

You didn’t think about how it would look to everyone else, how everyone would automatically be drawn to Dylan, or how shitty the whole ordeal would make you feel.

And that was only you trying to walking in.

Dylan kept his head down and his hand on your back, helping guide you inside.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” Dylan says as soon as you’ve entered and the doors close.

You’re stunned, at a loss for words-something very unusual for you. Luckily, the two of you are quickly shuffled to a new location to where your special event is taking place.

Your event.

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. You couldn’t shake that oddly depressing feeling from when you and Dylan entered. People were nice towards you, a few guys flirted but nothing major. A lot of people were intrigued by Dylan, several girls flirted with him.

You were surprised by how jealous you were of the attention Dylan was getting. You were mad at yourself for being jealous. Dylan was your best friend after all. You should have been happy of his success, of his accomplishments, and the people he’s gained supporting him.

And of course you were, all the time. But it was disappointing that this was supposed to be about you, about your newest movie that was coming out.

Sure, you weren’t the main star or anything, but you wanted this to be about you. Or at least more about you.

You just didn’t think about all the attention that would be given over Dylan. Which also made you feel guilty. He’s your best friend.

When it was all over, you and Dylan struggled to get into the car, everyone in your face hoping to draw something from one of you.

You didn’t say anything during the car ride home and went straight to your room to change out of your clothes into something more comfortable. You ran into him in the kitchen when you were trying to grab a beer and mumbled, “Thanks for going with me.”

“Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything, I hope you had a good time,” you feign.

“I hope you did too,” he says sadly.

You and Dylan have been on rocky, awkward terms to say it at best. He was still living with you, but the conversations have been forced and uncomfortable.

Really, the two of you were just avoiding each other. It had been working out for you guys at work. Neither had to be on set at the same time.

This evening was no different, except for the fact that Tyler had invited everyone on set to go to karaoke and wings night at a local bar.

You had indulged with Tyler’s want to get tipsy. And then drunk.

And then plastered.

Holland, being the mom of the group as always, was trying to take responsibility of you in your disoriented self.

“Sweetie, please drink some water. Like a lot of water.”

“Nah, nah, nah. I don’t need water. I need another shot!” you yelled.

“Y/N, I really think you need some water, and maybe your bed.”

“Oooh, my bed! I love my bed, I’d love to go to bed…No, just kidding, I wanna stay out with you guys!”

“I’m going to call Dylan and have him pick you up.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, “Psht. I don’t need Dylan-”

“Y/N,” she looked at you skeptically.

“Holland,” you mimic.

She ignores you and calls Dylan. Dylan, for reasons you cannot fathom, picks you up.

He did more than just pick you up actually.

He drove to the bar, somehow convinced you to leave the bar (which was quite a task), half dragged you out, got you into his car, got you home, picked your passed out ass out of the passenger seat and into your room.

You woke up the next morning, unable to remember what happened. Instead, there was a glass of water and a note: Y/N, text me when you’re up I’ll make breakfast. -Dyl

You texted Dylan as you were told, and he sweetly brought you pancakes shortly after.

“Hey, how’s the hangover?” he asked.

“Well it’s a hangover, so…”

“Yeah, that’s why I thought pancakes would be best.”

“Good call,” you lightheartedly joke.

“Alright well…” he mutters as he gets ready to leave your room.

“Wait Dylan-” you say before you stop yourself.


“Um…what happened last night?”

“I think Tyler convinced you to keep up with him, and he’s a tank so you were screwed over from the get-go. Holland had been drinking too so she called me and I picked you up.”


“And what?”

“What embarrassing or hurtful thing did I say to you?” you regrettably question.

“Nothing,” he answers uncertainty.

When you are at your parents’s house (Jungkook Fluff)

You wake up next to his bare body.His arms around you.But you go back to sleep.He decided to wake up.He sits up on the bed,rubbing his eyes.Then suddenly throws his side of the blanket and starts walking towards the door.He feels something stooping him from leaving.You have grabbed his wrists.“Wear your shirt.” you command.
“This is just for me ’‘you say point towards his naked torso.
He hurriedly wears his white shirt that you had thrown on the floor the previous night ;)
He then walks towards you.He leans in and kisses your forehead.
’'Wait!” you say grabbing him by his shirt.

“You are wearing it all wrong” you say as you unbutton his shirt and arrange them in correct order one by one.

“Now that you are awake why don’t you join me for breakfast.Although your mom is really sweet and all. But I feel uncomfortable around other relatives of yours.’'he said.

’'Well,then why on earth where you going out shirtless without me present ?’'you said

He sighs

’'Are you jealous ?’'he smirks

’'No,walking around naked in front of each others relatives is not big of a deal.Remind me when we visit your cousins and their spouses” you retort.
His lips droops downward.As if he is defeated.
You stand your knees and slowly go close to him.
You cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead.Then you lean in for a kiss.

’‘Now you may go’‘ you say.

‘‘No you are coming with me ‘‘he said as he carried you out of the bed swiftly.

Sorry,it was a little too short .Hope you enjoyed :)


Quick Sam x Reader drabble because of a conversation I had with @impalaimagining about breakfast with the boys.

tags: @fangirl1802 @jared-padaloveme @impalaimagining @ellen-reincarnated1967 @fernandasvaldi @tmccarney @atc74 @supernatural-jackles @jensen-jarpad @just-a-touch-of-crowley @the-latina-trickster 

Originally posted by mehsupernaturalxx

You woke up with Sam’s arm wrapped around you. You laid there for a minute, taking in the warmth from his body before slipping out of bed and heading into the kitchen.

You had just begun making some scrambled eggs when you heard the not-so-soft footsteps of Sam walking towards you. “What are you doing up so early?”

You shrugged, smiling when you turned around to see his bed head while he rubbed his face. “I was hungry.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head while you cooked. “Would you hate me if I asked you to make me some?”

You loved the sound of his deep, raspy morning voice, it gave you goosebumps. You put the eggs on two plates before turning to face your boyfriend. “Of course not.” You placed a hand on the side of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.


He nodded as he held you tighter.

You laughed. “Babe?”


“I need to be able to move if you want me to make you breakfast.”

He loosed his arms a little, still holding you against his chest. “Better?”

You giggled as you tried to wiggle out of his arms. “It’ll just be a few minutes and then you can cuddle me all you want.”



“Ugh, fine.”

He let you go but his hands were placed on your hips as you cooked the bacon. He pulled your hair together and threw it over one of your shoulders before planting a kiss on the other. You smiled as you put the bacon on the plates and walked them to the table, Sam following you like a puppy.

He pulled a chair out and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. He left small kisses on your back as you began to eat. “What if I want my dessert first?”

You giggled, picking up some eggs on his fork and feeding it to him. “Then your breakfast will get cold. You can have desert after.” you winked at him as you draped an arm around his neck and continued eating your breakfast.

Time Turner

Aomine awoke to the feel of the bed sinking as someone shifted beside him. He blinked and tried to focus his vision in the semi-dark room.

Blond hair, and pale skin instantly brought Kise to mind. Aomine watched as the other boy stood and stretched. Somehow, Kise looked really grown up - his blond hair was cropped, showing a sharper chin, chiseled cheekbones and a more prominent Adams apple. Hell, Kise’s body even looked longer, broader, and well toned - Aomine couldn’t remember seeing such a bold six pack on the Kaijo ace before.

“Kise…” Aomine rubbed at his eyes, sitting up in bed.

He’d forgotten the most important thing - what they were doing in the same bed when he lived in Tokyo and Kise lived in Kanagawa. Aomine opened his mouth to ask, and was silenced by a kiss.

His fuddled teenaged mind could barely register a thing until Kise’s tongue made its way around his and slicked over, lips pushing against his.


Where had Kise learned something like that? The Kise who was always innocent, forever blushing and shoving Aomine’s gravure books away whenever the Touou ace teased him with the centerfold girls.

“Mmh-!” Aomine pushed Kise away, palm on his cheek.

He felt a rough stubble on the blond’s chin. Shocked, Aomine could barely comprehend - here he was trying to grow facial hair himself, and Kise was already sprouting a half day, in-need-of-shave stubble!

“Daiki, wake up.” Kise leaned over to kiss his forehead. “Are you dreaming? It’s me.”

Kise had never called him by his first name before!

“Wh-!” Aomine blushed as he felt Kise’s warmth loom over him.

“You haven’t called me Kise in ages.” Kise half laughed.

Somehow, the blond really had gotten bigger. Even his hands, circling around Aomine’s wrists, were large. Didn’t Kise have smaller, slender hands…?

“Eh?” this alien Kise seemed to have figured out something was wrong. “Daiki, did you… Shrink?”

Aomine jerked back, knocking his head against the bedpost. “I… Who are you? Kise’s big brother, or something?”

The blond tilted his head to the side, a gesture Aomine was used to seeing whenever Kise was thinking. It calmed him minutely.

“Daiki, you look really young.” Kise murmured, before leaning closer, arm reaching out.

In fear of being grabbed or hit or kissed again, Aomine flinched.

Instead, Kise’s hand flicked the lamp switch above the bed. Light filled the room in an instant. In the warm yellow glow, Kise’s eyes were a brilliant honey brown, taking in every detail of Aomine as he scrutinized him thoughtfully. Aomine stared back, curious and still in shock, a million thoughts racing through his mind.

This Kise was definitely older, way older than Aomine had ever imagined. His shoulders were broad, body well defined, and he carried a certain serious air about him that could only work on an adult male.

“Daiki, baby.”

Shit, even his voice was deeper, more masculine. Aomine swallowed.

“How old are you?” this adult Kise asked, reaching over to stroke Aomine’s hair. “You look so cute.”

Cheeks flushing, Aomine batted his hand away.

“Annoying!” He growled. “We’re the same age! Sixteen!”

Placing his hand on his knee, Kise was silent for a while. Aomine watched him nervously, unaccustomed to seeing Kise so serious and well, handsome.

“Daiki, we’re not the same age. I’m thirty-six.”

Aomine felt his jaw drop.

Kise offered him a soft smile, taking his smaller hands in his. “So were you, last night.”


So Aomine traveled forward in time and switched places with his thirty-six year old self! TBC

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Bonnie and Enzo celebrate his 28th birthday after she resurrects him as a human being.

Enzo wakes up one morning, shivering. Frowning and with eyes still closed, he turns over on his back, reaching to the other side of the bed.

It’s empty.

He rubs open his eyes and sits up, leaning against the headrest. The room is still, nothing undisturbed other than the blankets wrapped around his legs. There’s a moment of unbridled panic - where he wishes, desperately, that he still had his vampire hearing - before - “Bonnie?”

“Downstairs! Stay there! Gimme one minute.”

The panic quickly eases, switching to confusion. “What’s going on?” he asks, voice croaking with sleep still stuck in his throat.

Bonnie sticks her head in the doorway, grinning. “Did you forget what today is?” Enzo furrows his eyebrows, thinking, but nothing clicks. Bonnie steps completely into the room, sensing his confusion, revealing herself - still wearing his shirt, but with boy-shorts peaking out beneath them - and a tray of breakfast foods. On the muffin in the center rests a single candle.

Enzo feels a strong tug on his heart. “Love, you didn’t have to - “

“It has taken you 100 and something years to finally reach your 28th birthday.” Bonnie places the tray on his lap, crawling into bed beside him, hand unconsciously slipping to hold his neck. “So, yes I did.” When he slowly smiles, she mirrors him, her thumb drawing spirals on his skin. “Happy Birthday, Enzo.”

He kisses her, slow and sweet and he hopes she understands how much he loves her. “I love you,” he says too, and she grins into his lips.

“Good. Now eat your food, Mr. Bennett.”

A year older, Enzo still feels like he’s flying when she smiles, especially when his name falls off her lips like she’s never meant to say anything else. “As you wish, Mrs. Bennett.”

Bonnie steals an orange slice from his tray, curling into his side, and Enzo kisses her hair. With food stuffed in his mouth and with Bonnie constantly kissing his shoulder and arm, he can’t stop smiling.

Sleep: An EgoBang Fanfic.

AN: Wanted to write something simple and fluffy, so I did this in like 30 minutes. Enjoy, lovelies!


    Danny groaned himself awake, stretching and mumbling as the morning fog cleared in his brain and his eyes adjusted to the light. He squinted over at his clock and winced slightly as he realized he was awake 56 minutes earlier than planned. Oy vey.

     Rubbing his eyes, he rolled over and spread-eagled across the bed, jolting with surprise as his arm came down on something more solid than a mattress. He propped himself up and smirked sheepishly as Arin made an unintelligible noise and scowled at him through semi-conscious eyes. 

    “Ah, sorry, man. Forgot you crashed here last night." 

    "Mmnnfs'fine.” Arin rotated sluggishly and buried his face in the nearest pillow. “Timezit?" 

    Danny yawned and ran a hand through his haphazard morning hair. "Just past seven. You going back to sleep?" 


    “Okay. I’ll wake you at eight." 


     Danny flopped back onto his pillows, one gangly leg hanging over the edge of his bed. God, it was always so hot in LA. Being a dude majorly sucked sometimes, especially in the summer. Body hair is not a desirable physical trait when you’d give your left nut just to sweat a little less. 

    Maybe I should shave. Danny almost giggled audibly at that thought, remembering the music videos and dares and moments of genuine adolescent curiosity in which that had been a thing that had actually happened. Ehh, maybe some other time. I can stick it out another summer. 

    He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, slowly losing himself in the ambience of birds chirping outside and distant traffic and Arin’s muffled breaths just a few inches away from his ear. 



    Danny felt a sudden pressure on his torso as reality began to intercept his dream until he was completely awake. Soft chestnut-colored hair tickled his nose and he glanced down to see Arin resting on his chest.  "Oh. Hey." 

     Arin lifted his head and glanced up at him. Their faces were disconcertingly close. Danny couldn’t think of a time where he’d been in such proximity with his best friend before. 

     "Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to wake you. I just … " 

     "Couldn’t sleep, huh?” Danny finished his sentence for him, scratching sleepily at his beard. Arin nodded. “Yeah, it’s only like, seven-thirty or somethin’. We’ve still got another half hour if you wanna snooze." 

     Danny contemplated it for a moment. He was damn tired, but he did kinda enjoy these lethargic moments with his best friend. Not that this was a regular thing. Just whenever they were touring or Suzy was out of town. Arin never had been good at sleeping alone. 


     Arin smiled, pleased at the answer and rested his face on Danny’s chest again, taking in his subtle clean scent. Danny shifted his face slightly so his cheek was resting naturally on the top of Arin’s head. He inhaled gently, breathing in the smell of his friend’s hair. 

 Mmm. Strawberries. 


     Danny didn’t need to glance lazily at the clock to know what time it was. The abrasive generic alarm sound he always kept meaning to change but never got round to was as good an indication as any.

    He half-heartedly reached out to turn it off but was cut off by Arin’s more muscular arm pressing one of the buttons and returning to his position on top of Danny. He’d shifted slightly in his sleep so more of their bodies were firmly pressed together. Oddly enough, Danny actually didn’t mind all that much.

     "God, you snore, man." 

    "What, me?” Danny was surprised. He didn’t even think he possessed enough strength in his little lanky body to be able to snore. 

     "Well, it’s more like little snuffling sounds,“ Arin mumbled into Danny’s chest hairs. "Not gonna lie, I nearly recorded it on my phone because it’s pretty fuckin’ adorable." 

     Danny rolled his eyes, mostly just relieved that his ‘snoring’ wasn’t Ninja Brian levels of bad. "Well, I’m very glad you didn’t. We should probably get up … or something." 

     "Nah, s'fine. I put it on Snooze. We got another ten minutes or whatever.”

     "Is that because my super awful snoring kept you awake?“ 

     Arin glanced up at Danny, nonchalantly moving his hand along his friend’s slender side. Danny felt every hair on the back of his neck immediately stand to attention. 

     "Nah. I just don’t wanna leave.”

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Kise drabble w/ his s/o and early morning fluff where he realizes just how hopelessly in love with her he is

Kise woke up to the aroma of something sweet wafting through your shared apartment. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and looked around, noticing you had already gotten up and started your day. He swung his legs off the side of the bed, coming to a stand as he made his way over to the bathroom to get started with his as well. Soon enough he emerged from the bathroom, throwing on a pair of sweats and a tshirt, towel still on his head as he dried his hair off as best as he could, walking out to try and find you. It didn’t take long, you were in the kitchen preparing breakfast, making him smile slightly.

He stood by the kitchen doorway, leaning against it as he stared at you silently at the stove, back facing him as you poured more of the pancake batter that you had made onto the hot pan on the burner. He took the towel off from his head, letting it hand around his neck before pushing himself off of the door frame, walking up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. He pecked a kiss against your cheek causing you to smile.

“Good morning”

“Morning,” He replied, inhaling the scent of the batter being turned to pancakes “Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have helped you with this.”

You shook your head lightly.

“You don’t get much sleep as it is, I can handle this. If you wanna help now you could get the table set?”

Kise nodded as he released you from his arms, rummaging through drawers and cabinets, pulling out plates, cups and eating utensils, setting them on the table as they always were when you two ate together. He glanced back towards you in the kitchen placing the pancake you had been making onto the plate of the ones that were done before finishing off the last of the batter and smiled to himself. You with your hair thrown up into a messy bun, no makeup on while his shirt that you were wearing swallowed up your entire body because it was too big for you as you made breakfast. It was moments like this when he truly understood how much he loved you, how much he knew that you were the only one for him.

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“Oh, Jared,” You call seductively to your boyfriend who was two rooms over and was working.

“Can you come here please?” You had bought some new lingerie and you were sprawled across the bed, excited to show him.

“What is it babe? I’m working right now.”

“I’m naked and waiting for you.” You cooed. You got no reply but ten seconds later you heard the pattering of his feet before he slid right into the door frame and fell into the bedroom. 

“Oh my God, Are you okay Jared!?” You sat up on the bed but he was already standing up and rubbing his hip.

“Y/N, I am fine, just wanted to come see about this nakedness, is that new?” He asked now crawling in the bed to join you and kissing along your chest on the way up to your lips.