i sleep with the light on sometimes

anonymous asked:

Ares headcannon: if he can't sleep at night because of nightmares or because he's jittery or just not tired or whatever, he'll pace around his room at night. Since Athena is a light sleeper, he'll wake her up and get hell for it in the morning. Honestly, he can't help it and feels sorry.

yeah she gives him hell but sometimes she feels sorry for him bc sometimes she can’t sleep either and they’ll chill together maybe watch a movie or play some games until they fall asleep

(also i highkey relate to ares bc i pace around all the time)

Jyn Erso Appreciation Week - Can't Keep 1/6
Faith (AO3)

Jyn is only dimly aware of her surroundings. She knows she’s on a ship, travelling through space, and that the man to whom she’s pressed close in the cargo hold is her mother’s friend, Saw. His head is tilted back against the bulkhead, mouth open slightly so that his breath rasps in his throat as he sleeps. The light in the hold is dull and she feels like she’s holding her head underwater, sounds around her both muted and deafening.

Her young mind can’t quite focus on the present. It keeps skipping over the last day - over and over, sometimes in the right order, sometimes jumbled. Playing on the beach. The ships overhead. I love you, Stardust. The man in white. Trust the Force. Her mother falling to the ground. The hatch.

Trust the Force, Lyra had said.

Lyra had spoken so often of the Force, and Galen would smile fondly at her in the same way he did when Jyn told stories about Stormie’s adventures on the beach.

Jyn had never quite understood it, the way her mother explained it. She tried following Lyra’s guidance of sitting quietly, focusing on only what she could hear and smell and feel. It never worked, her young mind too energetic to focus.

She starts to tremble, and fresh tears burn her eyes. She feels achingly lonely, with Saw, on this strange ship in the middle of space. Trust the Force. Panic grips her chest as she tries to swallow down a sob before it can escape. How could she trust in something she had never understood? Her mother may as well have said nothing for all the comfort Jyn has in those words.

But Lyra had explained the kyber crystal she wore - where it came from, what it was used for, how it worked with the Force in Jedi’s lightsabers - and so Jyn squeezes it tightly. She squeezes and concentrates as hard as she can, her knuckles turning white. The crystal feels warm in her hand and just as she is about to give up there’s the slightest shift in the air around her, as if there was a sudden draft. Saw jumps awake as if he has been prodded, and he wraps his arm around her and pulls her close to his comforting warmth. “It’s alright, child,” he mumbles as he falls quickly back into sleep, “You are not alone.”

Jyn instantly feels exhausted, and loses any shyness about resting her head against him. He is a stranger, but one her mother trusted, and that has to be enough. The kyber feels cool again as she loosens her grip. She thinks she feels her mother’s kiss on her temple as she slips into sleep.


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Favourite Colour(s): Pink(strawberry,baker-millar,neon) Blue(Soft,pastel)

Pet(s): 6 Dogs,2 cats

Wake-Up Time: depends lmao(I dont sleep sometimes

Love or Lust: Rich Goranski

Lemonade or Ice-Tea: Both

Cat or Dog: ALL

Coke or Pepsi: Coke

Day or Night: Night!!

Text or Call: neither(idrk)

Met a Celebrity: :(

Light or Dark Hair: both 

Short or Tall: Richjake

Chapstick or Lipstick: lipstick?

City or Country: Country

Last Song I Listen to: Lets get loud(the video I made “2 whole days of goranski lmao)

Last Movie I Watched: A Dog’s purpose(I cried like an idiot 937537497364 times)

Top 3 Characters:(NOOO WHY ONLY 3?! I HAVE SO MANY BABIES) Of course.. RICH GORANSKI,Michael mell,JEREMIAHH heere

Top 3 Ships: (HDUUBJBJEN ONLY 3?! FUUCK) RICHJAKE,meremy/boyf riends,Tree bros (Im still into lams dont worry)

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Top 5 Musicals: Be more Chill,dear Evan Hansen,Heathers,Hamilton,21 Chump street 

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“How to love your depressed lover.

Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.” -Thank you Donna-Marie Riley for the quote and inspiration, and thank you to my amazing boyfriend for helping these images come to life ❤️

nightmare starters part 2

for part 1 click here!

“Will you please tell me what they’re about?! How do you expect me to help if you don’t tell me?!”
“You should go and see someone about those nightmares. They’re only getting worse, aren’t they?”
“Can we sleep with the lights on?”
“I haven’t slept peacefully in weeks.”
“I can’t tell you my nightmare this time… It’s too bad, I don’t want to have to say it out loud.”
“Can I sleep in your room? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep in my own bed.”
“I’m sorry for waking you… I had a really bad nightmare.”
“I can’t stop thinking about that weird dream I had weeks ago. It’s like it’s haunting me.”
“You look exhausted. Bad night?”
“Calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. It’s over now.”
“You’re overreacting. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. No need to get all weird about it.”
“Are you still thinking about that nightmare? I’m sure it didn’t mean anything, okay? We’re not in a horror movie.”
“You should go to the doctor. These nightmares are making you miss sleep and you’re always exhausted. Get help.”
“How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.”
“I think I’d feel less tired if I didn’t sleep at all anymore. These nightmares are killing me.”
“I thought you didn’t get them anymore.”
“I guess it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed…”
“When will you finally tell me what they’re about?”
“Wow, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?”
“Oh my god, that was horrible… that was so horrible…”
“How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? It can be like a sleepover. I’m sure you’ll feel good enough and the nightmares will stay away!”
“I can’t breathe! It was real, it was!”
“Have you tried writing them down? They might go away if you do…”
“Have you any idea how worried I am? Please tell me what’s up with you or I can’t help! You look exhausted!”
“Please leave the light on.”
“Have you any idea what’s causing these nightmares?”
“I don’t think you understand how exhausting it is to not have had a good night’s rest in weeks.”


Jamie, I… was angry at you… for such a long time. You made me go and live a life that… I didn’t want to live. But you were right, damn you. Brianna was safe… and loved… and raised well. But sometimes, oh, when she turns and the light catches her red hair or… I see her smile in her sleep… It takes my breath away… Because I see you.

The Bus Smut

Summary: While on the TATINOF american tour bus, Dan convinces Phil to leave their own private bunks in the middle of the night to spend the night in the “forbidden bedroom” at the back of the bus. But, spending the night together innocently isn’t what Dan has in mind. Add a suspicious unnamed tour manager and a bumpy road and things get interesting. 

Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Daddy kink, rimming, blowjobs, unprotected consensual sex

“Bye guys!” I smile, Dan smiles, waving at the enormous crowd ahead of us, flashing lights and squeals bombarding us.

We walk off the stage, and once my eyes adjust to the significantly darker lighting backstage, I suddenly become aware of Dan’s erratic behavior. He grimaces at every person who walks past us, pulling off his gold show-jacket as he speed walks into the dressing room.

“Dan?” I yell at him through the people, running after him.

He doesn’t stop, plowing past staff.


He slams the dressing room door in my face, and before I can say anything, I hear the lock click.

“Dan? Come on, what the hell is going on?” I pound on the door.

I stand there for a few minutes, assuring all the staff that he’s fine. I make up a lie about him having a stomache ache, and the stage lights made it worse.

I eventually sink to the floor, giving up my fight, talking to him through the door. I gasp for air, my lungs still not adjusting to the extremely high altitude of Colorado. Mile High City indeed.

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dokurochrome  asked:

Imagine Victor's reaction if he wakes up one day and Yuuri's just gone on a twitter rant about how wonderful Victor is cause he got emotional at night while he was asleep.

Declaration of Love

Victor yawned as he carefully slipped out of bed, careful to not wake his fiancé.

It was a well-known fact that Yuuri and himself were different in so many ways, but Victor found that the most common difference between them was there sleeping habits.

Yuuri was a night owl, spending hours after he had fallen asleep on his phone, or reading, or playing some handhold game.

Victor was a morning person, always had and probably always would be. He woke with the sun and normally took Makkachin for a run if the old girl was up for it, though he had noticed that the aging poodle was starting to prefer a morning sleep-in with Yuuri than a run lately.

Victor liked getting up early, like being greeted each morning with Yuuri’s sleeping face cuddled into his side. Like being the one that woke Yuuri up with gentle kisses all over his face.

He was a sucker for Yuuri, what could he say?

Victor left the bedroom, giving Makkachin a good morning pat before leaving the sleeping pair alone to get a little more sleep.

Victor took one look outside before concluding he wasn’t going for a run this morning, it seemed a snowstorm had come in thick and hard last night, leaving the streets in a foot of snow.

With his morning run out of the question, Victor got to work on thinking up something to cook for breakfast.

Victor could cook, much to everyone’s surprise. As an athlete who had spent years maintaining a tight diet, Victor had learnt to cook.

When he just started skating professionally, he hadn’t had the money to play for someone to cook him food, resulting in him learning to cook proper, healthy food.

Yuuri had just finished competing in the Grand Prix finals, coming out first with a gold metal this time, having won against Yurio by a mere two and half point.

With yet another gold metal under his belt, Victor decided that Yuuri deserved a little bit of a treat.

He made himself a quick coffee to enjoy before he started on the big breakfast idea he had decided on.

He leant against the kitchen bench with his coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, pausing when he saw the number of notifications on his Twitter app.

Sure, he was Twitter famous, but he normally didn’t have some many notifications waiting for him in the morning. He normally had this many when he was out and about and had stopped for a picture with a fan or something.

He clicked the media app and felt a light blush dust his cheeks at all the messages he had been tagged in during the night.

All of which were by his currently sleeping fiancé.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
@v-nikiforov is the most handsome and beautiful person in the world. I don’t know what I would do without him

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
I still can’t believe that @v-nikiforov and I are getting married. Victor keeps suggesting Spring in Japan under the Sakura trees.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
No @christophe-gc there will not be a stripper pole at the wedding.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
This is secret information everyone: @v-nikiforov snores. Don’t tell anyone

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
I sometimes wonder how I got so lucky, especially when he smiles at me.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
I cannot confirm nor deny that I have been practicing a quad axel. @v-nikiforov says that the quad axel is a dangerous jump.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
@v-nikiforov has the brightest blue eyes. I will fight anyone that argues with me.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Yes, I am utterly and hopelessly in love with @v-nikiforov. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if something happened to him or us.

Victor quickly put down his coffee and phone down and hurried back into the bedroom to spoil his sleeping fiancé with cuddles and kisses for his adorable late-night declaration of love, there for the world to see.

God, he was head-over-heels for this man.

Twitter War AU

Deception is Key

To @clouds-crying-rain. Sorry it took too long, (shit happened) :D

based on this lovely prompt. 


“Don’t you get it, Shiro?” Lance gripped the small screw in his hand, the pain giving him the focus he badly needed. “We don’t have a chance against the Galra. They outnumber us by millions. D’you think we can fight every fight, win every battle without any permanent casualties?”

“Don’t say that, Lance. I know you don’t believe that. Voltron is strong, we are strong as long as we work together as a team, we can defeat them.” Shiro took a step forward but the Galran soldier held him back. “Please Lance, don’t go.” Shiro pleaded, his voice so vulnerable that Lance almost turned and wrap Shiro in his arms…


Lance saw the glint in Lotor’s eyes. Lotor was Zarkon’s only heir, tasked to rule over his father’s empire and to bring an end to Voltron. His attempts were always a failure that it was almost funny. But after a few skirmishes here and there, Prince Lotor has learned Voltron’s strengths and weaknesses, so much so that he was able to execute a flawless plan that led them here. 

“And what if I stay?” Lance turned to show Shiro a mockingly sweet smile. “What will I come back to?” In order to make this convincing, Lance needed to cut deep and true. He needed to open the floodgates and drown.  

“A team who treats me like shit? That no matter what I do, I will never ever be enough? Because if that’s it, then I’d rather sell my soul to the devil that is the Galra than to be reminded every single fucking day that I am a worthless, good for nothing Paladin who’s just a waste of space.” Lance was doing damage, he was still wearing his helmet and the comms were live. He knew that, but once the floodgates that was his emotional control crumble, be ready to drown; survivors be damned. “You think I don’t hear the whispers and mutters of each of these people who have the balls to call me their friend? ‘Lance messed up again.’ ‘Guess who couldn’t keep it in their pants?’ ‘Why me? He’ll just mess up one way or another.’ Guess what fuckers, I heard all of that.” Lance felt his eyes burn, but not with tears this time.

“So tell me, Shiro, what good will come out with me coming back to those bastards, huh? And don’t say that the team will change or any of your leader bullshit because I know, based from experience, that people don’t change that easily. Hell, they’ll probably play nice because I’m a fucking time bomb. They’ll say sweet things because they know that if they mess up, I’ll do this again. I can practically hear Pidge saying it right now.” This is good. Lance didn’t want to let Shiro talk because he knew that his facade will crumble if he did. 

“Please. If not the team, then me. Come back to me, Lance. I-I’ll be good to you, I promise. Lance, please. I-I love you, Lance. Don’t go please. I can’t lose you.” Shiro’s voice was watery and thin, that even in this distance, Lance can see the tears that glisten on his eyes.

*Caution: Shangst approaching*

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the best thing he never had ; one

one , two

pairing; jungkook x reader

genre; best friend!au 

word count; 3.7k 

a/n; for @elicuh​ ! a wonderful human bean who requested this ! this will most likely be a mini series,,, idk i don’t plan ahead lol 

summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for more than 15 years and you were utterly and wholly in love with him

The city lights became more visible as the bright neon colours had contrasted from the darkening, moonlit sky as you felt yourself become more wide awake as you walked down the streets of the bright city that lit up the mood whether be day or night. Your legs were carrying you from your house in pajamas and a warm leather jacket wrapping you up as you had just awakened from a rather nice sleep that you were enjoying until a certain someone had rung you in the midst of your slumber.

But as always, you could never say no to that certain someone as you had gone through many lengths for him that this particular situation was just a nub on a stick.

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Blessing - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark

Words: 1179
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark
Featuring: Clint Barton
Warnings: lotta love, cheesy ending.
Requested by anon
Pietro goes to Dad!Tony to ask for his blessing to marry reader. Tony’s not to keen on the idea because it’s speedy, but he makes reader happy and that’s all he can ask for as a loving father. Fluff ‘n’ stuff please.
Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I have been very unmotivated recently. Just happy it’s finally done :)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.

“Tony, I need to talk to you!” Pietro ran around the base all day, trying to find your father long enough to get him to speak. Tony kept dodging Pietro and hiding from him by saying that he had to do work all over the base.

Clint rolled his eyes when Tony ran into the kitchen. “I swear, Tony, if you do not talk toPietro he’s going to explode. Just give him a few minutes to talk. He’s your daughter’s boyfriend, what if it’s important?” Of course, Clint knew what Pietro wanted to talk about; he’s basically Pietro’s father.

And Clint wasn’t lying; it was one of the most important things that could happen. “I don’t want to talk to him; he makes me mad! And to know he is having…intercourse… with my daughter does not make it any better for me,” Tony argued.

Clint cocked his head and rolled his eyes. “Come on; they have been dating for nearly two years. Give him a break; he’s really not that bad.”

Tony slowly turned his head to look at Clint. “You know what this is about, don’t you?” Tony walked closer.

“What? No, no, what gave you any idea that I know what he wants? No, psh, no!” Clint lied as he stood up to get away from Tony.

“Clint, get your ass back here!” Tony shouted and ran after Clint, but was stopped by a gust of wind.

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Wrong Loves My Company Finale

A/N: THIS IS 7000 WORDS LONG, WTH! Hi babes, I know this took far too long but it’s here now. I was actually crying earlier thinking about how this is the ending, the final chapter, the last part. Thus far this is my favorite fic I have written. I wanted to thank @writing-obrien for helping me soooo much with this series. She’s always there when I need to bounce around ideas or get motivated or just talk. She is my best friend and I love her and this series would be nothing without her. I also wanted to thank everyone that has read this and loved it! I’m so grateful for you ! I think that all I have to say so thank you so much, I love you so much okay? bye !

Warning: Uhhhhh it wouldn’t be an ending without some smut right? There’s also so alcohol use so yeah.

Word Count: 7867

Parts 1-6: [Here]

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anonymous asked:

Oh please I need hc about friendships between the boys❤

Totally man. SO these headcanons are based on the boys canon friendships. So there may not be many, but still I hope you like them anon. Enjoy!

Nathaniel & Armin:

  • They have a very good bond, already. They just click together.
  • The two of them have spent sleepovers together, usually playing video games.
  • Nathaniel has unintentionally scared Armin with crime documentaries,, couldn’t sleep without the light on for like 2 days
  • Nath can whoop Armin in video games, Armin is very petty about it
  • Armin sometimes calls Nathaniel ‘bro’ and Nath has yet to understand the reference-
  • The first time Armin offered a fist pump Nath was  co n fused as HECK
  • They both get really scared of horror movies, like Armin will fall off of the couch and Nathaniel is the type to jump
  • Both of them talk about sibling struggles
  • Armin has spammed Nathaniels phone with the bee movie script + puns.
  • Nathaniel is slayed by Armin in online gaming,,
  • Armin had scared Nathaniel with fake spiders before and he ignored him for 3 days 
  • Armin has been kinda a bad influence, but has placed some fun into Nath’s life

Nathaniel & Kentin (canon in Amour Sucre manga):

  • Nath and Kentin are sweet types of friends, like smol friends.
  • Kentin tries to get Nathaniel to be less uptight and to think of other things
  • Both are scared of their dads, that’s no lie
  • Nathaniel taught Kentin some boxing moves and Kentin taught Nathaniel some cool military moves
  • Nathaniel actually got Kentin into some crime novel books, but it didn’t last long since Kentin got sad on some cases
  • Both have vented with each other about their dads
  • Kentin is pretty good at making Nathaniel calm down, I can see him just going like ‘you should chill out’ and Nath tries to maintain himself.
  • Kentin got Nathaniel to go running once, but Nathaniel nearly died
  • Kentin doesn’t bring up Amber with Nathaniel, he just doesn’t think it’s nice man
  • Nathaniel was invited by Kentin to come and bake at his house
  • Nathaniel is NOT a baking guy, but liked to watch Kentin decorate

Castiel & Lysander:

  • Their friendship is just unbreakable.
  • Castiel probably swears a lot around Lysander, thinks he should swear less
  • Castiel is totally the dominant one, drags Lysander everywhere 
  • They straight up talk to each other, anytime after class or when they can.
  • Castiel has become a lot more aware of Lysander after his accident a secret mom friend
  • Lysander likes to sometimes do Castiel’s hair, sometimes in a ponytail
  • These two totally man hug, straight up man hugs
  • Castiel has spammed Lysander’s (even Candy’s) phone when he doesn’t reply
  • They have sleepovers, usually at Castiel’s place.
  • Lysander is the mom friend, he advises Castiel most of the time of what not to do
  • Castiel takes a lot of pictures of he and Lysander together, especially dumb ones
  • Castiel has tried to show Lysander vines but…Lysander is just ?? He doesn’t get it.
  • They wouldn’t fight over Candy…but if they both liked her, the bf would be upset to let the other know,,
  • Lysander sometimes gets lost without Castiel, he just spaces out and walks somewhere
  • Lysander has probably won all arguments he and Castiel have
  • Castiel CAN’T bring himself to ignore Lys, even if he’s being petty
  • Castiel bought Lysander a stuffed toy rabbit, he keeps it in his locker 
  • Lysander bought Castiel that guitar pick
  • Again, these two are unbreakable.

Kentin & Alexy.

  • Kentin is open to Alexy anytime, asks him for relationship advice
  • Alexy is always the one who finds out the crushes in the school, always.
  • Kentin shares his sweets with Alexy in the class, kinda just passing him some
  • Kentin accidentally made the first move with Alexy, never regretted it
  • Alexy loves being taller than Kentin, ruffling his hair and calling him ‘Kennykins’
  • Kentin has tried multiple times to ignore Alexy, but he just can’t man - that bond is strong
  • Alexy tried to take Kentin shopping, Kentin went 0 to 100 out of that door real quick
  • Kentin sometimes invites Alexy over to his place, they usually talk and play some video games
  • Kentin also told Alexy that he was afraid of his father and Alexy gives him advice
  • Alexy loves Kentin’s baking
  • Alexy has tried to confess for Kentin but Kentin would always find a way to make him s hu tu p
  • Alexy openly rants to Kentin about the schools fashion and Kentin is just very lost.
  • These two, are totally great for eachother, best friends man

i. i love the way you say my name. it’s soft and sweet and feels like a song, accented and melodic and wonderful, feels like if i close my eyes it might last forever, feels a bit like staring at the sun too long – it makes everything bright and warm, makes me curl my toes underneath the sheets and shove my face into my pillow because the smile spreading across my face is too wide to bear.

ii. i think you laugh in flowers. i tell a joke and it feels like spring, feels like stepping into a warm patch of sunlight after a cold winter, feels like i might never be this happy again. don’t even get me started on how much i love it when you make yourself laugh.

iii. the softest messages to receive are “good morning"s sent at 2 am. the hardest ones are “i’m going to bed now” sent at 5 pm. everything in between feels like floating

iv. i see a kindness in you that is unmatched. you are so strong and so resilient and yet so gentle, so willing to put others before yourself. you are the light

v. i love all of our future plans – when the world grows a bit too heavy i think about the days i will spend drifting in and out of sleep with you, mornings spent getting coffee in cafés, days spent sitting by the ocean, painting together, making dinner together, holding hands and train tickets and trips to the planetarium to look at the stars

vi. sometimes you make me feel so full and warm i don’t know what to do with myself.

vii. i tell you i love you every single day and every single day i mean it more

—  thoughts for my girlfriend, feb 2017
BatB 2017: my post-curse headcanons/possible fanfic prompts

• Maurice arrives several hours after the curse is broken, both worried about Belle and curious how everything turned out. He realized that something good has happened about half-way through his journey when he had no trouble finding his way to the castle and no unexpected weather changes await him.

• Adam apologizes sincerely to Maurice for imprisoning him and calling him a thief. Maurice says shortly “Apology accepted” and immediately continues “So, where is that gentleman who was a clock? I need to ask him some things!” (Maurice and Cogsworth become friends. Sometimes they go fishing together. They rarely talk, just enjoy comfortable silence.)

• That first night after the curse is broken, the formerly enchanted people make sure there is light in most of the rooms and at least one of them is awake at all time. They don’t talk about it, but the fear that they might never wake up and become lifeless objects is still very strong. The only two creatures who have no trouble sleeping anytime and anywhere are Froufrou (the dog) and Chip.

• Most of the previously enchanted people have nightmares occasionally but Adam’s are worst of all. His mind keeps replaying him the long hours after Belle left. The feeling of despair when he was certain he doomed both himself and people he cared about. And heartbreak that he is never going to see the woman he loves again.

• He doesn’t mention anything to Belle at first but she notices that something is amiss when most mornings he greets her with obvious relief he sees her and she notices dark circles under his eyes. After he tells her, she begins to sneak into the West Wing in the night, so everytime Adam wakes up, she is right there next to him.

• Belle has her share of nightmares as well, though they don’t occur that often. She dreams she is locked up either by Gaston or the villagers, knowing that Adam is out there somewhere fighting for his life or dying. In her nightmares, she can never reach him on time.

• This sleeping arrangement is actually pretty hard to maintain because their rooms are not exactly close. And while Adam and Belle might be technically engaged, they don’t want the whole castle to know that Belle spends most of the nights in the West Wing (even if not much occurs between them physically). *imagine the fanfiction possibilities here :D*

• Belle is mostly worried her father might find out. She explains to Adam that while Maurice is a kind, understanding father, she doesn’t want to have a conversation “I sleep in my fiancé’s room because we have bad dreams” with him. When Adam chuckles at it, she says with a deadpan face “He knows how to use that screwdriver”. Adam can’t tell if she’s kidding or seriously suggesting that her kindly looking father might physically hurt him.

Feel free to add your own BatB 2017 headcanons.


You have a daughter, Brianna.

Named after your father, just as I promised. Jamie, I… was angry at you… for such a long time. You made me go and live a life that… I didn’t want to live. But you were right, damn you. Brianna was safe… and loved… and raised well. But sometimes, oh, when she turns and the light catches her red hair or… I see her smile in her sleep… It takes my breath away…

Because I see you.

Types of Cuddles With Shawn (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Originally posted by everythingrelationshipsx

·         Sleepy half-awake morning cuddle

-    This is pretty self-explanatory. Sometimes it’d be you the one that’s clingy, sometimes him, sometimes both of you.

-    On some mornings, you’d obviously wake up earlier than Shawn either for work or school or some other reason. You’d pull the curtains right open and open the light. Just imagine sleepy Shawn groaning in his sleep as he shuts his eyes tighter. When you’d try to leave the bed, he’d wrap his arm around you and pull you into his bigger frame.

“Shawn, seriously? I gotta go.”

“Mrhmdfm five more minutes Y/N.” He’d grumble.

“No seriously.”

The more you pull away, the more he squeezes you to him. And honestly, how can you resist him looking so cute with his messy curls?

-    “Alrighty bye Y/N, I got an early shoot.”

The sudden loss of warmth in the sheets catches you by surprise. You groan, and latch onto Shawn as if you were a koala on a branch. You aren’t fully conscious but can hear him chuckling as he moves some of your hair out of your mouth and face.

“You’re so freaking cute Y/N, you know that?”

“Will that be enough to get you back in bed?” You mumble.

-    Shawn’s eyelids flutter open as he glances towards the clock. Then he glances to his other side, where you are fast asleep. There you are, looking so peaceful. He places soft kisses on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. Slowly, you wake up.

“Hey baby.” He smiles while looking into your eyes adjusting to the light.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

·         Tickle wars

-    These would happen very often to be frank.

-    “Shawwwwwn, cuddle with me.”

“How can I say no to that?”

Shawn sits down and you in between his legs so he can hug your waist from behind. He’s placing soft kisses on your neck when he realises his hands are on your bare waist, and he smirks into your hair. Stretching out his fingers, he begins to tickle you and you immediately squeal and squirm out of his reach.

“Oh you asked for it Mendes.”

Basically these end with the both of you falling off the couch and collapsing onto the ground with a bang from all the squirming, accompanied with derisive laughter.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

·         Night cuddles

-    “’Night Shawn.” You smile as you lay your head on his chest and look up at him.

“Night darling.”

And this, is the most comfortable you will ever feel. His chest is like a pillow, and your legs are entangled with his. Together bodies entwined like this, it’s with no difficulty that you both drift off to sleep.

Originally posted by thedesire

·         Sitting cuddles

-    You know, when you’re watching a movie, or sitting down and talking. Your hands would go into Shawn’s and then slowly he’d put his arm around you, you’d lean into him, and sometimes he’d lay his head on top of yours.

Originally posted by sensuous

·         Standing up cuddles

-    These sound weird, but hear me out.

-    So it’s either really really cold, or you guys are either tired, or tipsy, I don’t know. But you guys are like hugging but having a conversation at the same time. And your chest is pressed against his, and you’re looking up at him and him down at you.

-    If you guys are like tipsy or just weirdly tired, I can see you both laughing and you just advancing and him taking small steps back as you both throw your heads back in laughter.

-    Another one would be you back to Shawn’s chest. And I see this like you guys are standing and watching the view and landscape. He’d just have his arms dangling from your shoulders and your head would be laying on the side on top of them. He’d love to kiss the top of your head then, or squeeze you tighter and rest his chin on your head.

Originally posted by sensuous

·         The sad, comforting cuddle

-“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” Shawn would ask, seeing you down in the dumps lying on the couch.


He’d gladly hop onto the couch behind you and squeeze you tight in his arms. He’d place kisses on your neck and back, as his hand softly strokes your hip. And in that moment, you feel just a bit happier than you were before Shawn came.

Originally posted by enjoyingbeingme

·         The period cramp cuddle

“Aw babe, lemme try to help.”

He’d let you stay curled up in foetus position, he would never make you move if you’re uncomfortable. The warmth from his body and from his hand rubbing your abdomen would be extremely soothing.

Originally posted by fadedmapdots

·         Big spoon/Little spoon

-    It’s like the most common cuddling position, c’mon you thought I would forget?

-    Most of the times it would be you the little spoon. You just love the feeling of Shawn warming up your whole backside, the protectiveness he offers when he wraps his arm around you.

-    But you’re not the small spoon all the time. He’d be it if he was sick, or down, or stressed. He’d like having your leg wrapped around his and the kisses you place on his back, shoulder and bicep.

While You Were Sleeping

“You ever get bored, Cas?”  Dean asks one evening.  “While I’m sleeping, I mean.”

“Angels do not experience boredom, Dean,” Cas replies, not looking up from his novel – he’s taken quite a shine to literature these days, even if most of them are cheap romance novels with shirtless men on the covers.  “At least, not the way you do.”

At present, they’re lying in bed together, Dean in his favorite dead guy robe and Cas in his fuzzy bumble bee pajamas.  

Dean had shown them to him as a joke, recalling offhandedly his former fascination with the insects.  That had been when he was crazy, however, and he’d incorrectly assumed Cas had gotten over his hobby as an amateur bee keeper. 

Needless to say, he was wrong.  

At present, Cas doesn’t seem to feel inclined to elaborate on the statement, and Dean doesn’t feel inclined to probe further.  Cas once stood for four hours on the same spot, after all – it makes sense that he wouldn’t balk at a few hours of quiet time.

“Alright, well why don’t you put Abs McAbington away for a bit,” he suggests, gesturing resentfully to the clothing-impaired gentleman on the over of Cas’s current novel, My Rich Vampire Sugar Daddy.  “Us mere mortals’ve gotta get some sleep around here.”

Cas cocks his head, squinting apprasingly at him.  “Are you...jealous, Dean?”

Dean scoffs, arms folding defensively.  “No.

“You needn’t worry, Dean:  the man is only a poorly retouched photo rendition,” Cas deadpans, patting his hand consolatorily.  “I could cover him up with a small rag if he upsets you, or perhaps use a sharpie to give him some more appropriate attire.”

Dean scowls.  It’s getting harder and harder to tell whether or not Cas is joking these days, though he swears he’s trolling him at least ninety percent of the time.

“Alright, smartass,” he huffs.  “Just turn out the light and let me get some sleep, will ya?”

Dean’s suspicions are confirmed as a faint smile tugs at Cas’s lips.  “Very well, Dean,” he says, as he does as he is bid.  The light  turns off with a pleasing click, enveloping Dean in soothing darkness.  “Goodnight,” he adds.  Though of course, he isn’t going to sleep.  

He never does. 

The next time the subject arises, it’s shortly after light’s out.  

“You ever miss sleeping?”  Dean asks.

At present, Cas is lying snuggled up to Dean with his back to him – sometimes, he enjoys the comfort of being the “little spoon.”

“Perhaps I would have enjoyed it, under other circumstances,” he admits.  “But predominantly, the only time I spent sleeping was in homeless shelters and abandoned vehicles.  It was a lonely time for me, which I would vastly like to forget.”  He shakes his head, frowning.  “I do not miss it.”

“Well, don’t you at least miss dreaming?”  Dean asks, thinking about his favorite dreamland haunts, fishing by the peer of his favorite lake.  “I mean, even in the bad times, dreams can be nice.”  

Cas shakes his head.  “Dreaming was also unpleasant,” he says candidly.  “I frequently had nightmares – of Naomi, of my dying brethren, of…of you telling me to leave.”  He pauses, swallowing wetly.  “Even my fondest dreams only served to remind me of how much I missed you.”  

Dean says nothing, but he pulls him closer in his arms, nuzzling into the back of his neck.  “So sorry I hurt you, baby,” he murmurs, kissing him softly behind the shell of his ear.

“You know I forgive you, Dean.  You were only doing what you thought was best.”  Cas says this without hesitation, and Dean can tell he means it.  

Dean sighs.  At first, he was relieved when Cas didn’t hold it against him, but he’d be lying if he said there weren’t times when he almost wished he would.  When he wished he’d get angry with him, snap at him just once, so the issue wouldn’t be left feeling so damn unresolved.

But he never does, and Dean is left waiting for a consequence that will apparently never come.  And consequently, neither will absolution.  

Dean smiles wryly into the dark nest of hair.  Who knew unconditional love could be such a burden?

Weeks later, Dean blinks open his eyes to the rustle of paper.  It’s pitch dark in his bedroom, but the clock blinks 3:30 AM.


“Yes, Dean.”

“What’re you doin’?”

“I’m reading,” Cas replies simply, as though this were in any way normal behavior.  “Priests and Forbidden Passion.  It’s quite engaging, if occasionally blasphemous.”

Dean sits up, propping himself on his elbows.  “Ar you kiddin’ me, Cas?  It’s black as Satan’s asshole in here!”

“Satan’s asshole is not black, Dean,” Cas corrects him, calmly turning a page.  “And angels can see in the dark.”

Of course they could.

“…Well, is there any way you can stop for now?” he grumbles, rubbing his eyes blearily.  “It’s kinda distracting, and I need my four hours, so…”

Cas sighs.  “Certainly, Dean.”

Dean waits patiently as Cas sets the book on their bedside table and lies back down beside him.  


“Yes, Dean.”

“…What do you usually do while I’m sleeping?” he asks.  “When you’re not reading your religious smut, that is.”

“It’s erotic literature, Dean,” Cas corrects.

Dean snorts.  “Yeah.  If that’s what you call literature, so’s Busty Asian Beauties.”

It’s too dark to see, but he can feel Cas glower at him.  “…And to answer your question,”  he patiently continues. “Predominantly, I watch over you: I count your freckles, watch your eyes twitch beneath their lids.  Listen to you as you talk in your sleep.”

“Oh, shut your face,”  Dean scoffs.  “I don’t talk in my sleep, man.”

“I can assure you, you do,” says Cas gravely.  “It’s quite entertaining, at times:  I never knew you felt so passionately about protecting rabbits.”

Dean opens his mouth to protest, but Cas continues, “Moreover, I protect you:  I keep the nightmares from your mind, give you pleasant dreams when needed.  Keep your mind and soul safe while your body is resting, and protect all facets of you from harm.  I watch over you,” he reiterates.  

Dean blinks.  He had noticed that his nightmares had severely decreased over the past year or so, but he’d never noticed the correlation between the start of his and Cas’s relationship and the time they stopped.  God, he was an idiot.

“You, uh…sure I’m worth all that trouble, Cas?”  he chuckles, though he’s only half joking.

He can’t see, but he can feel Cas’s eyes on him, the adoration of his gaze almost palpable.  “You always are.”  

Dean smiles softly to himself.  Staring into the blackened room, it occurs to him how much he used to be afraid of the dark:  after hell, it took him years to fall asleep comfortably without the lights on.  Or else, a good amount of alcohol.

Now, he always knows he’s safe with his angel next to him.

He wishes he could convey to Cas how grateful he is to have him there, how much his presence has influenced his life.  But then, communication never was his strong suit.

Instead, he reaches out, feeling around for Cas’s hand and intertwining his fingers in his own.  He smiles, feeling utterly content as he lets his eyes flutter closed. 

“Goodnight, angel,” he murmurs. 

“Goodnight, Dean.”

Untitled ficlet: Dean gets magically whammied

Spell’s incomplete when it gets tossed at Dean by the witch to try and slow him down, leading to only Dean getting affected, and to him ending up with the ability to scent people like something out of an urban fantasy novel.

Since Dean’s not hurt, they aren’t too worried by it- even if Dean tends to follow Sam around or even get mad because “Fucking hell, Sam, you smell like a damn bakery. I need something with cinnamon now.”

Sometimes the smell has obvious meanings no one mentions, like how Mary smells like a burnt pie- love that turns into disappointment.

Sadder still, and a secret he keeps to himself, is when Dean digs out Charlie’s left behind duffle he’d kept just in case… just in case. He cries when he smells her. Cries like he never got to when he lost her.

Coming into the library to see Castiel seated in one of the chairs, Dean’s eyes sort of glaze over, and the next thing he knows there’s a hand on his shoulder and one at his waist (not the same person) and two people saying his name in concern, and Dean blinks and pushes himself up and back, like dragging himself awake from sleep- though he knows he’s awake- with a gruff, “What?” and Sam can’t seem to even make words, though his face does a series of odd things, and then he hears a low, “Dean" soft and pointed and near, and Dean finds himself blinking in confusion into blue eyes aaannnddd Dean has somehow crawled into the chair to straddle Cas’ lap and basically bury his nose at Cas’ neck and shoulder smelling him.

He kind of wants to get back to that, actually. Sam shifts around, brows furrowed and hazel eyes more worried than amused. “Dude, are you high? Cas, I think you got him high. Look at his pupils.”

Dean feels high, actually, and snickers with the realization. And kind of want to lick a stripe up Cas’ neck. From the flush of heat on the angel’s face, Dean thinks he might have already. And, oh yeah, aside from giggles, that’s another side affect when Dean and drugs mix, which he can feel very evidently as he shifts to try and shove himself away.

“Sam, get him away from me. Or me from him,” a laugh, “He’s catnip and I wanna climb him like a tree,” followed by more giggles.

Sam drags him away, barking orders for Dean to both stop fighting him as well as to stop talking, herding him out into the garage, and Dean nearly purrs when he scents the Impala, happily climbing into the car and lounging back in contentment.

“You… better now?” Sam asks worriedly. He’s breathing heavily like he had to practically drag Dean the rest of the way, scared and aggravated in one.

Dean can only chuckle and wave him away, before settling back to sleep.

The next time he wakes, it’s to fingers gripping his chin and turning his head, and Dean is suddenly very alert at the sight of Rowena and Sam, eyes zeroing in on her.

She waves his brother away. “Run along, Samuel. He’ll be fine.” Standing, she offers out her hand, which he immediately takes, letting her lead him from the garage. “We’ll be in the library.”

Dean’s obedient as she tells him to sit on the end of the table, eyes studying her as she moves, pulling things from a carpet bag and setting them on the table near a bowl.

“It smells like Lysol,” he says softly.

“They wanted to make it safe for you to come back in the bunker.” She glanced at him with a coy smirk. “Heard you made quite the display.”

He can’t stop staring, fingers reaching out to pluck at one long curl. “You don’t, though.”

She falters with a blink, expression going guarded as she busies herself. “And what do I smell like?”

“It’s… complicated. Sweet, like sunlight and honey on the tip of your tongue,” he answers a little dreamily, like he’d been laying out in the sun and wanted a nap. “It’s warm like tea. Flowers in springtime. It suits you somehow.” There’s pink on her cheeks even as he releases the coiled lock. “What’s wrong with me?”

She pats his knee. “Nothing serious,” she comforts, voice soft and, for once, genuine. “Your body is under the effects of an incomplete spell for a sixth sense and psychic abilities. Your brain is interpreting partial readings of the world around you using the senses you have- all well and good, so long as you’re dealing with a mortal.” Straightening, she tapped the tip of his nose with her finger. “The supernatural on the other hand? You smell magic on me. Things a bit warm and fuzzy at the edges? Feel a wee floaty? Like a dream?” He nodded. “Aye. That’ll do it.”

He struggles to remember, earlier in the library when he’d had a bad- or very good reaction to- “Cas.” He looks at her. “What happened with Cas?”

Her lips purse like she’s trying not to smile. “Apparently, your bonny angel is- well, Samuel says you were immediately intoxicated and quite giddy. Whether from, ah, feeling not exactly platonic or just sensing the divine, I’m afraid I don’t know. Perhaps a mixture of cause and effect. Drink this.”

Obeying, he pulls a face at the taste, and hands the container back. She’s studying him. “What?”

“You… you just did it. No suspicion. No threats. You obeyed.”

She starts working on another concoction, Remedy Part II, he guesses.

“You’re not here to hurt me,” he answers. “Why wouldn’t I?” Something spikes in the way she smells, tangy like orange slices, and he think he may have embarrassed her, but then is immediately distracted again, reaching forward once more. “I like your hair.”

Two concoctions later, the room loses the dreamlike quality for something more real, before he starts feeling very heavy and sleepy.

“Samuel!” Rowena calls, stepping to the side as Sam rounds the corner, catching Dean as he slumps forward, half-asleep already. “The rest is sleep,” she soothes, fingers gentle where they touch him.

He comes only partially to, later, awakened by the sense of a familiar presence that has him reaching out blindly, index finger hooking around the tips of Castiel’s that hang over the arm of the chair.

Material shifts, and Dean can tell his patient waiting is replaced with alert relief. He cracks open a eye, trying to focus even as he feels himself drifting back under.

“Sorry…’bout before.” He yawns and snuggles more comfortably into his pillow and memory foam mattress, settling. “You still smell nice, though. I like it. Like you.” Sleep saps strength from his arm, making his hand fall away. “You always smell nice… Catnip.”

If he was going to say more than that, he doesn’t get to, and he doesn’t remember it when he wakes up. He buys Rowena some specialty tea as a thank-you, and sends it with a card.

He still zones out sometimes. At the scent of coffee or flowers or as light refracts brightly and it’ll take him a moment to come back to himself, shaking away the fog like a forgotten dream.


Green eyes drift to the angel that had been walking beside him, then down to the bouquet of sunflowers he vaguely remembers selecting from the cart. “They’re you.” Cas clearly lacks all understanding in his meaning, which is drifting so quickly, Dean hardly remembers it himself. “They look like you,” he tries, knowing it’s not right, and grip loose as Castiel takes them from him.

A flush spreads across the angel’s cheeks and Dean wonders at it and then down at the flowers he’s holding, gesturing to them and trying to remember when they stopped. “…you like those or something? We can get ‘em for the bunker if you want.”

Cas angles his head, smiling. “I do like them.” He steps forward, gaze dropping to Dean’s mouth and then back up. “And, you don’t remember this conversation, but… I like you, too, Dean.” His brows knit as he tries to remember the exact wording. “Like catnip.”

Dean doesn’t remember, but something beyond memory does, something that has him smoothing a hand up the line of Cas’ neck to cup his jaw and slot their mouths together.

Dean freaking loves witches.