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The Pajama Fic: Part 6

*Okay so i couldn’t sleep so i wrote the next chapter. It’s a bit short but I wanted to leave it there and write another short chapter soon. thanks.*


“Let’s get going then.” You say rolling out of bed. 

You shower first and then flounder around the room as Dan gets ready in the ensuite. When he comes out to find you still standing in your towel he tilts his head quizzically.

“Well all I have are my clothes from last night.” You say, picking up your tank top off the floor.  “And I think this has somehow been soaked in…Malibu?” you wrinkle your nose as you pick up the distinctive coconut smell coming from the t-shirt. “Although I’m not totally sure how.”. Dan lets out a dimply laugh.

“I guess that had nothing to do with how tipsy you were when you turned up at my room last night?” He says sarcastically. You death stare him as he laughs at you and begin search the room for the pajama shorts that you had arrived in.

“And anyway I honestly can’t find my shorts anywhere…where did you throw them this morning?”

“Um I have no idea.” he said, beginning to scan the room with you. “Aha!” he exclaims, finding them wrapped up in the bed sheets. “Your shorts, me lady.” he says proffering them to you. You laugh a little, snatch them from him and pull them on. Dan turns around and rummages through the suitcase from which all his clothes still spilled (right next to the chest of draws he should probably put them in). Out of the mess he pulls a black t-shirt with white stars around the neck, considers it for a second and then passes it to you.

“Here, wear this one until we get to your room.”

“We?” You remark cheekily, giving Dan a suggestive wink. He laughs and walks over to you gently weaving his hands around your waist.  

“Come on you.” He says in a light tone, beginning to push you towards the door. “People are probably starting to wake up and will notice if you come out from my room.” You turn around to leave and he kisses you on the back of the neck, snuggling for a moment in your hair and smile contentedly to yourself. As you begin walking down the corridor you here him laugh from behind you.

“I just realised…” He says as you turn back to him. “…my t-shirt is so long it covers your shorts and looks like you’re not wearing anything else!” You glance down and notice that you’re swamped by Dan’s large t-shirt and instantly blush, tugging a little at the hem to lower it. “No, no, you look super cute.” He says stopping you from adjusting the t-shirt any more. “And anyway I think you look sexy sexy in black.” You scoff a little as his flirtiness and begin walking backwards down to corridor so you can remain talking to Dan.

“Well I just hope nobody else sees me like this then. I know Tyler is up but…” But you don’t finish you sentence as you have just reached the entrance to the breakfast room and turn around to see literally the whole house of youtubers staring at you over bowls of FrootLoops, Cap’n Crunch and a bunch of other American treats and hangover cures. You clap your hands to your mouth in embarrassment as Dan lets out a hilariously loud laugh at your blunder. Tyler and Troye are clutching each other in the sheer joy at seeing you in what appears to be nothing but Dan’s t-shirt, whilst Connor had a forgotten spoon of cereal halfway to his mouth which he seemed to have forgotten due to your sudden and very dramatic appearance. A chorus of ‘oooh’ could be heard from pretty much everyone around the room.  

“And what do you two have to say for yourselves?” asked Louise in the most motherly voice she could manage without laughing.

“…I didn’t realise you were there…” Is all you manage to make out in form of a reply as everyone laughs and digs merrily back into their cereals, delighted at the mornings entertainment.

“Nice pants.” Says Joey in a tone dripping with sarcasm and you look down to realise again that you appear not to be wearing any. Your face turns an even darker shade of scarlet.

“I’m going to go put on some trousers.” You say in a defeated tone, knowing there was nothing you could say to stop them now. A chorus of ‘that’s what you should have thought last night’ and ‘that’s what she said’ could be heard as you leave to find your room. You get a few steps out the door before Dan grabs your arm.

“Shall I come with you.” he says in a suspiciously nonchalant tone.  

“Um..why”. But then you catch on. “Oh my God no you have to go back in there!” you insist, realising Dan’s attempt at avoiding the situation. He whines in response and gives himself several double chins to show his anxiety.

“Don’t make me go back in alone!” he pleads.

“Haha Oh my God Dan you have too!” you shove him back in the room and watch as he gives you a death stare and then resigns himself to his fate. You see his shoulders rise and fall in a resigned sigh and he walks back into the room.

You come back fully dressed a few minutes later to find Dan sat at the breakfast bar, surrounded by Tyler, Troye and Zoe who have obviously taken a keen interest in the gossip. he looks up at you as you enter and his eyes read something along the lines of ‘I’m dying, please come save me’.

“He’s so sweet on you!” Tyler exclaims delightedly, cupping his face in his hands and glancing between you both.

“It’s actually kind of sickening.” Adds Troye who is affectionately rubbing Tyler’s shoulder as if to alleviate his feels.

“Cute, cute, cute.” Adds Zoe in a high pitch voice, giving you a wink and then scampering over to squeeze you into a hug. You walk over to sit with Dan who is poking around at a bowl of fresh fruit salad but is really just desperately trying to avoid eye contact as his dimpled cheeks flush with the mention of his feeling for you. You smile at him as you have noticed it anyway and it makes your stomach swirl with happiness and feelings.

“I’ve never had FrootLoops before.” You say, pointing at the box across from you, bravely attempting to change the topic. Surprisingly it works.

“What?!” You hear shouted from every American youtuber in the room as the box is thrust enthusiastically into your hands. You catch Dan’s smile out of the corner of your eye and recognise it as a silent thank you, knowing talking about his feel is was tough for him. You smile as several people enthusiastically pour you too much cereal.

You’re going to make today a good day, you decide.  

Ashton Series- You're pregnant and he leaves: Part 2

Y/N’s POV

“Mum? Mum!” My eyes drooped as the sound of Luke’s voice woke me. I heard the faint voices of Luke and Liz and I pulled the quilt around my body,trying to ignore them. “Y/N? Sweetie,I need to talk to you..” Liz whispered,opening the door and sitting on the end of the bed. I rolled over to face her. “What’s wrong?” “What do you want me to tell Luke? Because he is getting lies from Ashton…” My head spun,I didn’t want to think about anything. “Um,could you ask him to come in here please?” She nodded and stroked my forehead,getting up and calling to Luke. Soon, the tall,blonde boy was stood at the doorway,waiting. “Can I come in?” He asked. I nodded and I moved up so he could sit down properly. “What’s happened?” He asked. “I don’t know really know where to start. But Luke,if I tell you this you need to promise me you won’t mention it to anyone,not Cal or Mikey and especially not Ashton. Only your mum knows okay? Please you need to promise.” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed but he nodded. “Okay,I promise.” I sighed,not knowing how to explain. “Me and Ashton are over,I just needed somewhere to stay and your mum offered…but there’s more.” Luke’s eyes were wide and worried,making me more nervous. “I’m pregnant.” My words hung in the air. “Your what? As in,like pregnant?” I nodded sadly. “Why are you here and not with Ashton. I’m sorry Y/N, I’m a bit confused, I don’t get it?” I played with the quilting,not really knowing how to tell someone their best friend is a dick. “Ashton doesn’t want the baby,I do. He told me to leave after I refused to get an abortion. But now-” “He did what?!” Luke shouted. “Now,I don’t know what to do,I don’t have any family around and you’ve always been like a brother to me. I need your help Luke.” I pleaded. Suddenly,his arms wrapped around me,pulling me in to his chest,my head resting calmly on his chest. “I’m so sorry Y/N,I had no idea Ashton could even be like that.” He whispered. I pulled away from him. “This isn’t your fault okay? It’s his. And mine really. But what I need from you is your help.”
“Y/N anything you need you just have to ask. What is it?” He queried. “I need you to go to ours-Ashtons apartment. I left my credit cards in my purse in my top draw of the bedroom cabinets. I need them to access my college fund.” Luke shook his head. “You aren’t using your college tuition Y/N,you’ve worked so hard!” “But a baby needs things Luke,things that cost money and it’s the only big amount of money I have,and I need it.” He shook his head again,his blonde hair falling across his irritated face. “I can give you the money,anything you need I will give you the money for Y/N. You can’t use your college fund,there’s still a chance you could go to college,in the future maybe?” Now it was my turn to shake my head. “Luke I can’t take your money..” “You can and you will Y/N.” He interrupted. “But I won’t be able to repay you for years,it will cost thousands for baby stuff,never mind nappies and formula! I can’t it isn’t fair!” “I don’t care about the money Y/N,I care about you and this baby. You can repay me by telling him who his favourite uncle is!” He grinned saying that last part,making me smile more. “Are you sure Luke?” He nodded. “You are just the best!” I hugged him,smiling. He hugged me back. “Well only the best for my niece or nephew! Hey little one!” He called,whispering to my belly. I giggled,but it made me sad as well. It should be Ashton talking to our baby inside me,not Luke.

Maya:))
Rocket Ships 🚀

Pairings: Finn Bálor and Reader
Request: Could you please do a one shot with Finn balor something cute
Warnings: none
Writer: M

Finn had gone early into the training center leaving me alone in bed. Technically I should get up and go there as well but as soon as I sit up my head begins to throb. And as I swallow I want to just go spit it hurts so bad. You know spitters are quitters right? Too soon? Guessed so. I grab my phone and dial my trainers number.

“Hello?” I hear Chase’s voice over the phone say. (I made up that name- M)

“Sorry.” I pause. My voice sounds like I’m dying. Or batman. “I feel like shit.”

“Wow you sound like it. Okay I’ll see you when you feel better.”

“Okay see ya.” I end the call and flop back into bed. I open messages on my phone and text Finn that I won’t be going today and not to worry. I rolled out of bed and walked my way to the kitchen. I got a bowl of strawberries and went to the living room. Well I tried. Finn had all his Legos on the coffee table and the surrounding floor. I can’t believe I’m dating a five year old.

I finally get to the couch without stepping on a Lego. I finish my breakfast and look down at the array of Legos in front of me. I set the bowl beside me and grab the box with the instructions on it. It looks like he hasn’t even started it. Hmm maybe I’ll try making it then.

Once I finished the base I went and got some lunch but scarfed it down so I could get back to building. Where is the last piece? Oh there it is. I continue putting it together piece by piece and when I start to see the project coming together I get super excited. I didn’t realize it but Finn had come home a little early so he could take care of me. Little did he know I was playing with his toys. That sounds dirty.

“(y/n)? Where are you?” He yelled into the apartment.

“In here.” I yelled hoping he could follow the sound of my voice. I only had a few pieces left and was not about to stop.

“Did you make the entire rocket ship?” He asked sitting next to me. “Without me?!”

“Sorry Finn.” I laughed putting the finishing touch on the ship. “Look it’s done!”

He grabbed it and made a flying noise and got up and acted like it was flying making me bust out in giggles.

“This is why I love you.” I say to him between laughs.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked once he sat down again. Apparently I do because I forgot I was even sick.

“Yeah I do.”

“Good.” He kissed my cheek repeatedly.

“Maybe I’ll start playing with Legos more often.” I say laughing and pushing him away slightly.

“Don’t even think about making the submarine.”

Rough Day

Summary: You become worried when Jack returns home from set in a bad mood.

“What, (Y/N)?” he sounded exhausted, and perhaps a little annoyed. I pushed open the door, and poked my head into the room. He was sprawled out on the bed, laying on his stomach, half of his face pushed into the pillow.
“Hi. You alright?” I inquired gently, wanting to know what had him acting so strange.
“I’m fine.”
I frowned in response, which he couldn’t see from where he lay. 

Word Count: 1,045

I am so sorry that this isn’t a request! I just hit major writer’s block and needed to write something else…I’m not sure where this one came from…but, here it is, nonetheless. I promise to return to requests as soon as my brain starts to function again.
Please forgive me!

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I’m vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them–
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

Sylvia Plath and Piet Mondrian (the red tree)

Up and at it (not so) bright but very early this morning!

Candy isn’t up yet, I wanted to let her sleep in (as much as she can), so I woke up before the sun to get the twins and this little bear up! The twins were very independent, as always, and up and ready to go as soon as they opened their little eyes; but this one needed a lot more prepping, so I got him dressed, teeth brushed, and last minute essentials packed up! Everything went great until I tried to brush his hair, he was NOT having it. I figure he’ll just have bed head again by the time we arrived to China anyways so I just went with it. Leaving this picture here for Candace to find later. Catch y’all on the other side of the world!

~Trevor Grayson 

‘ morning! the young man practically JUMPS onto his lover’s bed, the taste of coffee soon to be transferred as he plants a kiss first on the raven’s nose, then his lips. ‘ you tired? want to sleep more? i can make breakfast again today if you want. for when you wake up, i mean. or we could go out! ah - i haven’t had a day off in so long. ’ he ROLLS onto him, nuzzling noses.

‘ come on sleepy-head. ’

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I helped worked on a small film last fall and it’s debuting soon! It’s about a young aboriginal (native-american) girl and her introduction to super heroes. It’s a lot of fun. The director asked me to create a poster for it so of course I was elated to! I am still working on this (since it’s still a bit messy) I just wanted to share my process before I head for bed C:

squaresrcool asked:

I should head to bed because I gotta wake up early tomorrow, but I really don't want to because the RP lol.

It’s like a TV show!  I think it is winding down, so you may be safe to go to sleep soon.  *boops good night in advance*

Let me be your melody chapter 11

I entered my hotel room and closed the door. I threw my bags on the floor and then threw myself on bed.I was so exhausted I just wanted to sleep so I closed my eyes but then I suddenly opened them. I looked at the ceiling and then my eyes got watery and my head was so dizzy.I couldn’t breathe,I couldn’t breathe and this happens to me all the time but I just felt so alone that time.I got up and tried to take a deep breath but as soon as I got up my eyes were hurting and were too blur so I threw myself back to my bed. I started crying and whispering to myself ‘’I can’t breathe’’ as I had my hand on my neck.

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MIA

Sorry I’ve not been around, guys, I’m ill at the moment with an abscess that swelled up really bad on the right side of my face over night :( It’ll probably take a couple of days until I’m better. All I want right now? is normal, proper, decent filling food.. but all I’m stuck with? is soup for me while my family teases me
with Chinese Take-away’s and burgers :’( lol. Mean, right? 

I’m gonna go head to bed and catch a few winks while there’s no pain so.. see you soon once I’m fully recovered. 

I miss all parts of you.

I am with amazing people that love me and I love them. I am about to get a great job with some of my favorite people but you are the thought at the back of my head that won’t leave. You have kinda shut me out of your life for the past 6 months. Your random texts through out the month just saying “I miss the shit out of your boo boo. I hope we can have a day to hang out soon darling. I wish you didn’t live so far.” get me through for a bit. But no matter how much fun I am  having I still want you there with me, I miss knowing that at the end of the night we will spent it in bed, smoking a bowl and just talking about random shit, watching our favorite movies or shows or teaching you how to play video games. I miss your smile, your goofy run, watching you whoop ass at pool, making you mac and cheese at three in the morning. Nothing is gonna make me stop missing you. Every move I make forward makes me upset because every step is farther from you. I don’t know why you are the drug that I crave. I don’t care if I have to hang out with you and your girlfriend to see you, your presents is a fix for me. I will always want what we could of been if you chose me. Your presents, face, smile, loud laugh, your eyes is all I have on rare occasions but if the is all I can have I will accept it. I will always love you in some way. You will always have a piece of me even if you don’t know it.You changed me more than you will ever know. I wish i could tell you how I feel but then I would probably never see again and I don’t think I can so that again. Thank you for opening up parts of me that I never I knew were there. If I wasn’t so scared to lose you again I would be more aggressive but you don’t want me that way anymore. I have accepted it but I will never change the way I feel. You are forever a piece of me. Nothing will change that.

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimallight of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them–
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

—  Sylvia Plath / I Am Vertical

MUNDANE;

             Okay it is somehow 4:30am and I have no idea when that even
             happened, but I guess it’s time for me to head to bed now. I had
             a fun first day here and I do really want to stay and continue but
             I need sleep in order to function like an ordinary human–well
             sorta ordinary–so I’m off now !! If anyone would like a starter for
             when I’m back, just like this and I’ll pop one out for you soon.
             Until then, good night all you beautiful lovelies !!

I am vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must perfectly resemble them —
Thoughts are gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers
Have time for me.

—  Sylvia Plath