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Well, This is Awkward (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: hi, i’m completely obsessed with your writing! i had this idea and its super weird, (sorry) but if you’re cool with it, i was thinking of a reader insert where she invites him to stay the night and they both fall asleep on her bed and he wakes up with morning wood. super awkward and funny. you could throw in some fluff or smut, whatever you think works best.

A/N: SO A lot of you wanted smut with this one! I decided to do both fluff and smut. Enjoy this lovely short piece!

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Warnings: Jug gets a boner. Light Smut. Mostly Grinding/Dry humping. Oops Sorry for less sin than you asked for I’m lazy right now.

Well This is Awkward (Jughead x Reader Smut)

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anonymous asked:

Could you write some Reinhardt fluff?

Sure! I’m assuming you wanted headcannons? Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it! :)

-Reinhardt loves to cuddle! Which is great because he’s so big, so he’s perfect to lay on and be wrapped up in his arms~
-Has a big sweet tooth, and loves to bake with his s/o.
-Gives cute German nicknames to his s/o (mein schatz, mein libeling)
-Rein is an early riser, but he isn’t opposed to lazy Sunday mornings where he can stay in bed with his s/o.
-Super protective of his friends and loved ones! He truly is a fierce lion when it comes to those he cares about.
-His s/o knows that they always have a shoulder to cry on! He’s a great listener and if he can’t give sound advice, then he will do his best to comfort his s/o.
-Rein is a fan of slow dancing with his s/o, especially when it’s a rainy day outside and they don’t have any obligations.
-Very cheesy when it comes to romance, honestly. He’ll go the whole nine yards for Valentine’s day; flowers, chocolates, a card, and dinner at his s/o’s favorite restaurant.
-Would totally propose on Christmas Eve to his s/o. (Christmas is also his favorite holiday)
-Rein would want to adopt an animal with his s/o; preferably a puppy or kitten! He’s a huge softie for animals.

After being a stay at home mama for the last year I have my first interview for a job today. I’m nervous as hell. I haven’t interviewed for a job in well over 2 years. After I got put on bed rest with Cody at 27 weeks pregnant I decided to not go back to my other firm after I gave birth. Jeff and I decided that it would be best if I stayed home with him for at least a year. (Of course they filled my position and the girl is still there.)

So here I am trying to not freak out. I mostly am nervous if they do decide to hire me because that means I need to put Cody in daycare. It’s more for selfish reasons that I don’t want to. I know he would be fine. He loves socializing with other kids and being out and about. It would probably be beneficial for him in fact. I’m looking into a Montessori type daycare that goes from 6wks-5 years so if all goes well he could be there till kindergarten. I’m all for stability and “non-change” type situations. But I love staying home with him. I love being able to be with him everyday. Watching him grow is so much fun. But unfortunately being a stay at home doesn’t pay the bills. Not that we are struggling or anything but we would like to be able to buy our own home and not have to worry at all. And in California, that’s incredibly hard to do. We’ve thought about moving to a different state even. So in order to stay in Cali and get ahead in life, it means me going back to work. But with saying all that, at least I get to be picky about what job I take!

Okay, sorry for my long rambling, nervous post. Wish me luck! 🤞🏻

anonymous asked:

Can I pls get jafar with an s/o who has rlly bad anxiety and can't sleep without him there to hold her?

to any follower that suffers from anxiety , I know it’s hard , anxiety sucks. But you’re doing great and you’re amazing , so don’t lose hope <3!


- After Ja'far realises that his s/o was suffering from anxiety , never fails to make sure that he is right there beside them when they fall asleep. No more working , no more staying up late , his partner is his #1 priority now.

- He does a lot of research on the topic , he just wants his partner to be happy. He tells them stories and strokes their head while cuddling in bed , hoping to take their mind off whatever that was bothering them.

- Ja'far does worry about the topic from time to time , constantly worrying if he fails to be there for his partner. But the time does eventually come and he has prepared a painstakingly sewn doll of him (All handmade by him!) to keep them company in his absence.

- Lots of tea before bed! Teas such as chamomile tea , passion fruit tea and peppermint tea. if they dislike tea then pure dark chocolate would be a good replacement. He also tries to convince them to take a warm bath before bed and may even suggest him getting in with them.

  • Me: I just want to smile.
  • Demons: CRY! CRY! CRY!
  • Me: I just want to be happy.
  • Demons: YOU'RE DEPRESSED! YOU'RE DEPRESSED! YOU'RE DEPRESSED!
  • Me: I want to breathe.
  • Demons: ANXIETY! ANXIETY! ANXIETY!
  • Me: I want to be loved.
  • Demons: BUT YOU HATE EVERYONE! YOU HATE EVERYONE!
  • Me: I don't want to give up.
  • Demons: DIE! DIE! DIE!
  • Me: They care about me.
  • Demons: NOBODY CARES! NOBODY CARES! NOBODY CARES!
  • Me: I want to go out with friends.
  • Demons: YOU WANT TO STAY IN BED! YOU WANT TO STAY IN BED!
  • Me: I can do this.
  • Demons: NO YOU CAN'T!!!!!

I’d like to think Sakura’s first birthday on their travels might have gone something like this:

It hasn’t been too long since they’ve started their travels—maybe a few months or so. The day before, they’d arrived in some moderately sized village whose name isn’t important to remember, and decided to stay there for a while; to take rest, stock up, explore, and help around.

Sakura wakes in the morning a little later than usual, which surprises her, since she remembers asking Sasuke to wake her up when he wanted to leave to buy some food. She gets out of bed, changes into day clothes, and makes her way to the kitchen only to find Sasuke there, setting up breakfast on the table, apparently just done cooking.

“Sasuke-kun,” Sakura greets, a bit startled. “Good morning.”

Sasuke only nods. “Morning. I made breakfast.”

Though not exactly a rare occurrence, this still makes her smile—because she’s quite sure she knows the reasoning behind this.

“So you did.” She pauses, and smiles wider, an edge of teasing to it. “And you let me sleep in, too. Didn’t I ask you to wake me?”

Taking a seat at the table, Sasuke merely shrugs like it is nothing, but the way he avoids her gaze makes her think maybe he’s a bit embarrassed. 

“There wasn’t much that we needed to buy, so I figured I might just go alone.”

Sakura simply hums at this, but there’s that knowing look in her eyes, and she thinks Sasuke sees it when he fleetingly glances at her. But, she says nothing, only murmurs an affectionate thanks and sits to eat her own breakfast (one she remembers telling Sasuke she quite favored, not too long ago). 

But his particular behavior doesn’t end there. They head off in town afterwards, and he accompanies her every step of the way, even when she heads out to shop for herself. At some point, she tries to tell him that he doesn’t need to feel like he needs to stay, that he can go to the stores he likes instead of tailing behind her into ones she knows he’s not interested in. But Sasuke stays, and he never complains, prompting another knowing smile to her lips. He even pays for her lunch when they head out to eat, later.

Then, he takes her to the Hanami festival. At this point, Sakura doesn’t question him anymore; she knows with certainty why he’s acting so especially nice. They stay there for hours, visiting food stands and trying out game platforms (well—Sakura did), watching the pretty pink trees blooming in full; and though it is crowded, with girls trying to pester him after his good looks, Sasuke never scowls, never looks surly. It ends up making one of the very best birthdays of her life.

When they retreat from the festival, they take the long way back to the inn. Sakura has an armful of prizes she’s won for herself, and in her free hand, she holds a stick of syrup coated dango (which he paid for, again), chewing on it thoughtfully. She’s happier than she’s been in a long while, and in the moment, she thinks it can’t really get better than this.

But Sasuke proves her wrong as they stop by a small wooden bridge overlooking a river surrounded by beautiful cherry blossom trees, pretty pink petals fluttering in the wind, as he says, “I do have a gift for you, you know.”

Sakura’s green, green eyes turn towards him and widen, and she swallows her bite of food with a blooming blush. “You do?”

Sasuke nods almost imperceptibly, and she thinks she sees him swallow, but she can’t be too sure.

She opens her mouth to ask what he’s gotten her, before he suddenly leans down and presses his mouth to hers with achingly gentle pressure, lone hand gripping her shoulder to anchor her in place. 

He pulls away before she can fully realize what’s happened, but doesn’t put much space back between them, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. His eyes soften when she reaches to touch her lips with her free hand (which has dropped the dango she’d been holding, she now realizes).

The tug of his lips becomes more insistent, and he taps her forehead with two fingers—the gesture heavy with affection. “Happy birthday, Sakura,” he says.

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“S-Sasuke-kun! You made me drop my dango!”

“…I’ll get you a new one.”

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Who am I kidding this is too fluffy to have really happened….

i just want you to ask me:
‘where do you see yourself
going when you run away?

is it a forest, or an ocean,
or do you crawl into bed
and just breathe and lay?

are you alone when you go?
are you scared to be found?
is there ever one place you’d stay?’

the soles of my feet could be 
bloody and broken but i would 
still call you my happy place.

—  HAPPY PLACE (k.p.k)
Here’s what we’re gonna do

A/N: I’m sorry. This is angsty & will probably bum you out…but I’m using it to set up for a fic I’ve been really wanting to write which results in happiness! Reader is Dean’s twin. There will be a part two! 

Warnings: Check the tags, angst

John x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Sister!Reader  Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You swear you could hear the blood rushing through your ears while you stared at the pink plus on the pregnancy test. This couldn’t be happening. You were supposed to just have a stomach bug, not be pregnant. You sat down on the edge of the motel bed, grateful for your decision to stay home today and that Sam and Dean were still at school.

Hours passed as you sat on the bed thinking about the situation you were in. What were you going to do? You were only seventeen years old. You couldn’t raise a kid in this life, hell you weren’t sure you’d be able to safely carry a baby in this life. What would Sam and Dean think? Hell, what was your dad going to say?

A sob ripped through you as it began to sink in just how screwed you were. You buried your face in your hands as you thought about it some more. How were you supposed to afford a doctor? How would you afford baby stuff?

Closing your eyes, you tried taking deep breaths you attempted to collect yourself. You needed to think of some sort of plan before Sam and Dean came home. Dean would be able to tell something was wrong the moment he looked at you, it was that weird twin connection the two of you shared.

The motel door unlocking and opening quickly grabbed your attention; it was too early for Sam and Dean to come home, which only meant one thing, dad was back early from a hunting trip.

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logically playing a game on my DS should require the least amount of motivation to do. I could STAY IN BED to play on my DS if I wanted to and yet… I can never find motivation to finish a game. it is so hard to motivate myself to pick up a game and… have fun? why does depression make me like this

Renjun: My apartment is infested with bugs and roaches and the exterminators are spraying all weekend, so I can’t stay there. Is it okay if I crash on your couch?

Kun: No, it’s not alright. Cause you’re gonna stay in my room with Winwin!

Winwin: WHAT?

Renjun: But there are only two beds in your room.

Kun: I know. I’m gonna be in China in the next two days.

Winwin: If you want to stay here, great. But I’m going with Kun to China.

Kun: No, Winwin. You can’t come back to China with me..remember

Winwin: Oh, Yeah.

Renjun: Why can’t you go back to China?

Winwin: Let’s just say they might be a warrant for my arrest, and in Japan and in some other countries that I can’t even remember.

Kun: Well you just need to learn the song I made up for you. [starts singing] What are the countries where Winwin can’t go? China,Japan and Taiwan.

Renjun: Oh my!

Kun: There’s three more countries where Winwin can’t be: Mongolia, Thailand and Malaysia.

Winwin: [singing] I’m also not welcome in Europe.

Granted (Chris Evans x Reader)

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Summary: It’s another sleepless night. As you lay in bed next your beautiful husband, you both fight the tiredness, and he reveals something special, even if it starts off as a joke at first.

Word Count: 695

Warning(s): n/a

A/N: sorry for another short one!! next week i hope will be better

Prompt: “What’s the matter, sweetie?”:  #18 on the drabble requests for Chris and reader bc I DIE for consoling daddy evans lol - anon



He waited. Staring at the ceiling, hands folded over his chest, he waited. The clock on the nightstand on his side of the bed read three thirty-seven a.m. His eyes felt dry, exhausted, and all he wanted was to close them, to fall asleep, and not just fall asleep but stay asleep. For a moment, his eyes fell to the woman on his left, curled into his side, though, he could tell by her breathing that she was waiting, too.

Sighing quietly, Chris curled his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, lips meeting your forehead. A little groan slipped out, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you nuzzled into your husband’s side, throwing an arm around his middle. He chuckled beneath his breath, the sound of it dripping with exhaustion.

“Good news is that we have each other,” He murmured, grinning down at you in the dark. He pressed a kiss into your hair.

Chris felt you shake a bit, laughing quietly, and then hug him closer. “Right. Why should at least one of us sleep when we can both suffer?”

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Because Jesus and Daryl are apparently ruining my life now, here are ~600 words of not-so-forced bed sharing and cuddles.

“You can stay with us tonight. I’ll take the couch.”

Daryl lay there in the dark for minutes or hours, thinking about the last time he’d washed blood from his hair. He’d watched it swirl down the drain of the shower in Jesus’ trailer. After, Jesus gave him clothes and a bed and curled up on the floor beside it. Before sleep came to take him, Daryl had wanted to roll over and invite him in.

Now, he couldn’t push the thoughts from his mind. Jesus upstairs, curled up in the bed Daryl hadn’t slept in for weeks. He wondered if the sheets smelled musty, and then he couldn’t stop wondering. He would just go check, just in case. Offer Jesus a new set from the hall closet and then return to the couch in the living room.

Jesus was awake with the door half open when Daryl knocked.

“You can come in, Daryl.” Daryl knew he was smiling before he could even see Jesus’ face.

“Just wanted to see if you needed anything.” Daryl clicked the door shut behind him.

“Yeah,” Jesus said, casually leaning against the headboard, “I can’t sleep either.”

Daryl hesitated in the doorway, then realized waiting for an invitation into his own room was ridiculous. He took the armchair in the corner. In the lamplight, Jesus was half in shadow on the bed.

“You worried about what’s going to happen?” Jesus asked.

“Nah. We got the guns.” Daryl thought of Dwight languishing in his cell and resisted the urge to laugh. “They should be worried about us.”

There was another long stretch of silence. Daryl watched Jesus fold his hands across his belly in the half-light. His toes flexed against the covers.

“You can have your bed back if you really want it.”

“S’alright,” Daryl said, standing and making his way to the door.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Come on. This bed is a lot bigger than the one in my trailer.”

Daryl paused with his back turned, then actually started blushing. Before he could talk himself out of it, Jesus was making room for him on the bed, and Daryl was squeezing himself into one tight corner, nearly falling from the edge.

“Better, right?”

Daryl reached over and clicked off the lamp, hiding his blush in the dark. “I’ve slept on worse.”

Jesus laughed. “Have you ever let your guard down? Just wondering.”

“Have you?”

“I thought that’s what I was doing when I invited you into this bed.”

Daryl turned his head, but couldn’t see Jesus through the dark. He turned on his side then, away from Jesus, and closed his eyes. He was busy thinking about the last time anyone had held him close in the dark, years and years ago, when Jesus reached out a hand.

“Daryl,” he said, touching Daryl’s shoulder with the tips of his fingers. He shifted closer and flattened his palm. “Is this okay?”

Daryl didn’t speak, but shifted back toward the contact. Jesus moved his hand lower, slinked his arm around Daryl’s waist, and Daryl pressed his whole body into Jesus’ warmth. Jesus was smaller than him, but Daryl felt entirely surrounded, bound by the safety of the arm pulling tighter around his middle.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” Jesus breathed against Daryl’s neck.

“No,” Daryl choked out. “Don’t stop.”

Daryl slept soundly after that, dreams quiet and calm for the first time in years. For once, there was no blood. Only Jesus wrapped around his back, warm against his shoulders, their fingers tangling together on top of the covers.

Why I need Daddy to call me at bed time

• *forgets meds*
• *forgets to brush teeth*
• *forgets to shower*
• *gets insanely lonely*
• *thinks Daddy doesn’t want me anymore*
• *snacks late at night*
• *watches scary stuff at night, alone*
• *bad thoughts start to hurt me*
• *crying. So much crying*
• *stays up on Netflix all night*