late night thoughts got me like :(

I’ve never been a physical person, but my god do I want you.
I want you not only in the physical sense, but I want you in all the other ways.
I want you when you’re sad and the only thing you want to do is lay in bed because you don’t have the energy to leave.
I want you when you’re so happy, every little thing makes you smile.
I want you when it’s 2 AM and we are talking about all of earth’s wonders and mysteries.
I want you with me to watch the sunrise and sunset (but we all know I’ll be staring at you more than anything).
I want to know what makes you scared, and what makes you excited.  I want to know about your past, present and future. I want to know what inspires you and what made you, you.
But more importantly, I want you to know I will always want you and I will keep wanting to as long as you want me too.
—  j.n 

norrihiddleskittycap  asked:

Fanfic Request: You and Gaston happily married with children (all the romantic fluffiness!).

i told myself i needed to write a fic BUT I WAS LIKE “HEADCANONS INSTEAD”

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

  • Living in the countryside away from the hustle bustle of village life. Probably a simple far, a place where Gaston can clear his head and be himself without having to worry or put up a facade for others. He loves it really, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
    • A place where he can literally put his feet up (You only rub them when you feel like it, he doesn’t actually pressure you to do it). A place where he can enjoy a beer in silence. A place where he can think and be with the things that matter to him.
      • The two of you are always up early enough to watch the sun rise. Imagine sitting beside Gaston, watching the sky change color in front of you. He wraps his arms around you and tugs you closer. A small kiss is placed to your forehead. A few more minutes before your children wake up, he thinks. That’s all he needed. Was a few more minutes alone with you in quiet and peace.
  • Imagine the two of you being lucky enough to have a boy and a girl. 
    • Gaston loves them so freaking much, and actually, they look a lot like him. Dark hair(thick hair), same skin tone and they both happen to have his stubbornness. (Which can cause problems sometimes.) Gaston actually fights you on this sometimes(Playfully) and tells you that they look a lot more like you, “I can see your smile in theirs when they laugh”. Rolling your eyes teasingly, you kiss his lips softly and whisper, “You old romantic.”
      • Imagine him tangling flowers into his daughters hair after she asks him to do it. He knows he’s not good at it but he still tries. She gives him a warm kiss to his cheek when he finishes and she scurries off to show you. “Momma, momma look what papa did!!” 
        You look down at her, smiling brightly, “It’s so pretty.” You brush a stray hair out of her face, “Your papa is so good at that, huh? He puts them in my hair too.”
        She nods happily and looks back at Gaston with an even wider smile. He feels his heart melt.
      • She probably convinces him to let her put flowers in his hair too. Just imagine that. She looks at him sternly, grasps the sides of his face and brings his head down enough so she can reach his hair. You’re standing off to the side, watching him with your son in your lap. Laughing quietly, you urge her to continue. Gaston gives you a playful glare. “I hope those are purple flowers. Purple is a good color for me.” He says to his daughter with a small laugh. Your son joins in eventually and he starts putting flowers in Gaston’s hair, coordinating with his sister as to what color he needed. 
        • Imagine Gaston taking his son hunting. But, while preparing, his daughter comes up and asks if she can come as well. After talking to you, and you agreeing, he takes both of them with him. Imagine his son holding onto the back of Gaston’s jacket and holding his sisters hand while they track. Both of them are super invested.
          • Imagine them coming back and your son is literally about to bounce off the walls because he actually managed to shoot a duck. Your daughter is resting on Gaston’s shoulders as she got tired on the way home.
            You take her carefully, rocking her back to sleep as she stirred with the movement as Gaston places a gentle kiss to your cheek before beaming proudly.
            “He’s going to be a good hunter, just like his father.” He looks at your son, still going on and on about what he had done. You see his father in his personality.
  • Gaston tells them about his time during the War before bedtime. Says it’s their bedtime story. You usually sit and listen.
    • “When I was younger,” He pauses and reflects, “much younger….”
      • Your son gets so excited hearing about it because wow, his father was a hero.
      • Your daughter on the other hand, likes the ending when Gaston explains how he met you and how he fell in love with you after the War and how you bring out the best in him and how much he really does love you and them.
        • “Your mother was so…” He has to think about his word choice, “Beautiful… Gorgeous… She swept me away and hasn’t let me life a day without her beauty ever since.”
  • Monitoring your PDA because your kids do not appreciate it when you kiss each other in front of them.
    • Your son pretends to gag and your daughter yelling at you to “STOP KISSING.”
      • Sufficing on gazes, small kisses to the cheek and Gaston wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer until the kids are put to bed.
  • I was about to say ‘don’t get me started on domestic Gaston’ but get me started please.
    • Absolutely a man who tries to cook you breakfast for your birthday but almost burns down the entire house. He just doesn’t cook often enough to know.  He ends up getting help from the kids, and things turn out okay. (He only burned it a little).
      • Probably tries to do the dishes here and there too(Especially when he’s sucking up to you). Always tells you, “That’s a really good workout for your arms. I’m surprised they’re not as big as mine.” You roll your eyes, flexing your arm teasingly. “Aren’t they?”
        • You asking him to help you with cleaning the house and doing the laundry, and for a second he looks at you like “who do you think you’re talking to?” but the glare you give him back gets him to agree and he ends up helping the kids take the laundry outside to dry. 
          • Gaston lifting up your daughter as she pins clothes to the line to dry. Your son tugs on his shirt, begging to be picked up too.
            • When you go out to check on them, the basket of laundry is still sitting there and Gaston is on his back, the two kids on top of him. They’re all laughing. Gaston catches eyes with you, “They’ve got me pinned, (Name). I can’t move!”
  • It’s late at night and the two of you had just put the kids to sleep after what seemed like hours of wrestling them into bed in the first place. You sigh softly, gazing at your love before making your way to the kitchen to clean and put away dishes before bed. Gaston looks at his children a few seconds longer before following you.
    Leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and living space, he smiles slightly, “I know I told you that two children were enough for me, but have you ever thought…?”
    “About having another one?” You asked, finishing his sentence. Tilting your head to the side, you could feel the heat hit your face. “I wouldn’t mind… three more even.”
    He smirks softly, making his way towards you. Kissing the back of your neck and then the shell of your ear, he murmurs to you, “Three? A bit too eager, are you?”

MMMM BOI I HOPE THOSE WERE OKAY. if you liked them, i can make more! Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 

GoT S07E06 Thoughts

So I don’t know if this is late or early considering technically the episode doesn’t air till Sunday, but whatever, here we go: 

There was only one awesome thing about this episode, which was anything to do with the Night King and the Wight Dragon. Everything else was a complete departure from all we’ve come to learn about these characters, but that aside, let me try to understand it as best as I can.

We start the episode on Jon and the rest of the A Team trudging along and making fun of Gendry. I actually really liked all these scenes because the male bonding was done well, the dialogue was funny and the chemistry between these characters was believable. I mean I didn’t know I needed a Tormund x Sandor best friendship till that episode, especially when they begin talking about Brienne. Mr Tormund “I want to make babies with her” Giantsbane. It was brilliant, needless to say. 

What’s not so brilliant but a great moment of foreshadowing was Tormund’s conversation with Jon. He essentially tells Jon that although Mance Rayder was a great man, his pride got a lot of people killed, echoing Jon’s own words to the man: 

“"Isn’t their survival more important than your pride?”

And of course Dani’s words to Jon in the Cave of Invisible Chemistry. 

The problem I have with this is that it comes from Tormund, a wildling man whose pride is as much as a defining factor as his ginger beard. But whatever, I see what they’re trying to do here. They’re trying to justify what happens later because if Tormund can understand the dire need for Dani’s help over his own pride then Jon should too, and he does, of course, as we later find out. 

Here’s the thing though. I am still firmly of the camp that it’s all a ruse, and this is the moment Jon realises he might have to bend to Dani’s will for her alliance. He doesn’t want to and he knows fully well that the Northern houses will not accept her as their queen in any capacity, but all he cares about is his people’s survival through the Long Night. He’s willing to lose his kingdom for their safety. And this thought becomes even more concrete in Jon’s mind the moment Dani arrives to save his dumb ass with her three dragons. The look of awe on his face as those dragons rain hellfire on the wights is indicative of this because up until that point, he’s had a very abstract understanding of what these dragons are capable of and how they can help him. Seeing it in person, seeing them turn a hopeless situation into a victory, Jon fully understands now that the only way to survive is for Dani to fight with them with her dragons. 

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Late Night Call (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which Bucky calls you late at night to help him make sense of his overactive mind. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,055

A/N: An anon and @mermaidinplaid requested: “Late night phone call between Bucky and the reader”. This takes place between “The Get Together” and “The First Date”.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Thank you for always reading my fics over for me! 

Originally posted by lancetucker

You’re on the verge of sleep, just moments away from slipping into the euphoric slumber you’ve been craving since you woke up this morning, when your phone rings. Just like that, the tendrils of unconsciousness release their hold on your mind and disappear without any farewells or second glances. You groan angrily, both at yourself for not putting your phone on silent and at the person who’s chosen to call you this late at night. You want to ignore the call out of spite, but there’s no reason to. Sleep has evaded you and you’re officially wide-awake, again.

“Yes?” You say into the phone, having accepted the call without bothering to check the caller ID. You’re hoping that, if you keep your eyes closed, you’ll be able to trick your body into getting back to sleep.

“Did I wake you up?”

You don’t have to pull your phone away from your ear to identify the caller. You heard this voice only a couple of hours ago. But at that time, it wasn’t swimming in remorse like it is now. “Bucky?”

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Hooked | Guard

Series: Worth Fighting For

Note: Hey! This is Day 1 for write-a-thon! I’m kicking it off with part one to an amazing series that I’m super excited for. Like, seriously, I’m so fucking excited to share this series with you guys. I really enjoyed writing it. Also, I’m gonna try to incorporate boxing terms into each title for this series…I’m gonna fail, but might as well try lmao.

Word Count: 3623

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Boxing

Warnings: No smut…yet.

Summary: Thomas Jefferson, a world-famous boxer who is pegged as a self-centered asshole that has everything — good looks, fame, fortune, talent — trains for his big fight against Alexander Hamilton. When he moves to Washington D.C. to be closer to his family, he meets someone who will look past his outer shell and get to know the real him.

“The #2 pound-for-pound fighter and current world cruiserweight champion Thomas Jefferson is rumored to have moved to Washington D.C. for personal reasons. Many are wondering how this is going to affect his preparations for his big match in three months when he defends his title against newcomer Alexander Hamil–”

Thomas turned off the TV with a sigh. He was sick of this. The media never gave him a break; they were always up in his business, exposing everything that went on in his personal life for profit. Thomas felt like he never had a break from anything. But then again, he wasn’t supposed to be taking it easy. He was supposed to be training for a huge fight he had in three months, but instead he was in his new, half-unpacked apartment in the center of D.C.

Thomas’ thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing in his right pocket. He groaned as soon as he saw the caller ID before he pressed the green button, holding it up to his ear.

“What?” Thomas snapped, somehow already annoyed with the person on the other line.

“What the hell are you doing in D.C.?”

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Yoon Jisung Mafia AU

warning: violence, drugs, guns, drinking, sexual harassment 

  • the first time you saw yoon jisung, you didn’t know who he was
  • he was clearly injured, with bruises littering one side of his face and a huge open wound on his arm
  • you were just a night-shift worker at the local pharmacy, with absolutely no medical knowledge further than what you’d seen on grey’s anatomy
  • he was clearly in pain though, so you rushed to help him wash the wound out
  • “i just need some bandages” he hissed, face scrunched up in pain
  • “it’s fine, you clearly need help!” you exclaimed, tightly wrapping a bandage around the wound on his arm
  • after finding him some bruise cream and helping him pat it on, you rang up a few more packets of bruise cream
  • “i hope you feel better!”
  • jisung thanked you, sending you a bright smile despite how much pain he was in
  • you totally forgot about that strange occurrence until he showed up again, this time with scrapes and scratches running all up and down his exposed arms
  • he was dressed in a suit, matted with blood and dirt and all scratched up
  • “are you okay? you need to go to a hospital!”
  • “no hospital.” he said firmly “i just want to buy bandages”
  • you frowned, looking at the man
  • then you realized that blood was dripping on the floor
  • you flipped the “open” sign to closed and quickly led him to the back, grabbing a few supplies before going into the breakroom, where there was a sink
  • “where are you hurt?” you asked worriedly, “is your chest hurt?”
  • you helped the man ease out of his suit jacket and carefully unbuttoned his white collared shirt, so worried about him that you didn’t even realize what was happening
  • he stared down at you as you carefully slid off the shirt, cheeks a bit redder than before
  • his chest was full of old scars and a single tattoo above his heart of ‘101′
  • “i’m going to clean these, is that okay?” you asked, pointing to the scrapes all along the side of his torso
  • he nodded, turning to make it easier for you
  • “aren’t you being a bit too trusting?” he asked slowly, knuckles turning white from the pain
  • “you’re hurt,” you pointed out “and you’re at a pharmacy. i’m not going to be an asshole.”
  • “thank you” 
  • you carefully rinsed the scrapes, applying gauze over them before moving on to the ones on his arm.
  • “what’s your name, anyways? this is the second time this has happened, and i still know nothing about you.”
  • “jisung.” he replied shortly, making you cock an eyebrow.
  • “that’s it? nothing about yourself?”
  • “you don’t want to know about me.”
  • “right. i suppose you’re not going to tell me how you got hurt?”
  • “like i said, you wouldn’t want to know”
  • it becomes a regular thing– jisung would show up late at night, seriously injured
  • you always thought it would be a lot smarter for him to just go to the hospital, but he always insisted it was a bad idea
  • but when he shows up with a bullet wound in his shoulder, you draw the line
  • “i can’t keep doing this without answers, jisung! you need medical attention, not some ace bandages put on by a college student!”
  • jisung just kind of stared at you intensely, but you refused to back down, you had enough of it
  • wordlessly he just left, and when you ran out into the street to call out for him, he had disappeared
  • as the days progressed, he didn’t show up to your night shift again
  • and you started to realize how much you missed him
  • even when he was injured, he was bright and sunny, asking you how your day was and providing you with words of encouragement
  • and even if you didn’t know what his profession was or why he was always so injured, you knew that he was kind and caring and funny
  • one night you’re restocking the cough drops when there’s this loud crash at the front of the store
  • and you rush out, thinking that maybe, just maybe it’s jisung
  • four or five men, all dressed in black suits, heavily tattooed , stood there
  • “it’s her!”
  • one of them pointed at you, making you scream
  • you didn’t know what was happening but they didn’t look like they were there to buy some pain relievers
  • you raced down one of the aisles, knocking over as much stuff as you could to slow down their paths
  • you got to the door to the back room and locked it quickly, shaking and panicked
  • through the little window you could see one of them coming closer and closer
  • and then there was this super loud pop and a scream, followed by similar sounds
  • “weapon on the ground, s.coups”
  • you’d know that voice anywhere, but you didn’t want to believe it
  • through the little window, you could see five men dressed similarly to the other guys, all holding guns up, ready to shoot
  • the man in the middle was jisung
  • you’d never seen him so threatening or murderous before
  • one of the other guys yanks the last guy, s.coups, up and starts tying his hands behind his back and jisung begins looking for you
  • “(y/n)?” he yelled loudly, voice desperate
  • you fumbled to unlock the door, stumbling out into the store
  • as soon as he saw you, he hugged you tightly, stroking your hair as you started crying from the shock of it
  • “minhyun, grab me a blanket from the car, will you?”
  • “i was so scared,” you sobbed into his chest, shaking terribly
  • “i know, i’m sorry baby,” he soothed, rubbing circles into your back, “i’m here now, you’re safe” 
  • he carefully wrapped you in a blanket, leading you to the back room and helped you sit down on the couch
  • the other guys with him scouted the store and took the man, s.coups, outside as jisung comforted you
  • he pressed kisses to the top of your head, apologizing softly to you
  • “it was my fault, baby, they saw me coming here whenever i got injured and i guess decided to take you out”
  • “w-what do you mean?” 
  • “baby, i’m with 101″ jisung murmured into your hair, letting you lean on him, exhausted
  • “you’re in the mafia?”
  • “yeah, i am”
  • “and that’s why you were always hurt?”
  • “yeah, i didn’t want to tell you because that would put you in danger”
  • you started sobbing all over again, feeling emotional from everything that happened
  • jisung looked at you, frowning
  • “hey, hey, why are you crying, love?”
  • “i just don’t want you to get hurt anymore!”
  • he smiled, facing you as he carefully brushed your tears away
  • the two of you looked at each other, and you felt your breath waiting in your lungs
  • “can i kiss you?” 
  • you just nodded, leaning forward to let him kiss you tenderly, rubbing your back
  • you started crying again, totally overwhelmed
  • when you parted he hugged you again, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders
  • the other guys he was with offered to drive you home to your apartment, and your legs were still so shaky that he had to piggy-back you out
  • he helped you to your front door, and as he was leaving, you grabbed the hem of his jacket
  • “jisung, can you stay?”
  • jisung turned to you, smiling gently
  • “of course, baby.”
  • you spent the night cuddling as he held you tightly, still apologizing for putting you in any kind of danger.
(Request) Reward for the Sweetest

Title: Reward for the Sweetest

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Requested by: @irenewolfland

I would like for negan to have just the worst day. He’s got a headache and just wants to go to bed. He’s shocked when he finds that the reader is the only one who waited up for him. Instead of letting her leave he invites her to his room for the night. Sweet smut with cuddling at the end please. Usual negan stuff cussing dirty talk.

Warnings: NSFW as always

Note: Back with a request! I hope y’all like this especially you, irenewolfland! Let me know your thoughts please? :)

It was late at night when the Saviors arrived back at the Sanctuary and Negan was damn pissed for how their day went. A ruckus had occurred when they visited a certain community for a collection; turned out that the community geared up to attack them. Guns were fired and many people were killed, a some of Negan’s men included. Instead of getting their shit, the Saviors ended up going home with injuries and dead bodies. This angered Negan a whole lot, not only did he come home empty handed but he also lost his men and weapons as well.

As Negan hopped off the vehicle, a Savior blocked his way. “Sir, Adam didn’t make it. He died on our way back here. What should we do to the body?” He reported, referring to a wounded Savior.

Negan turned towards the Savior with a stoic expression. “Fuck it.”


“For fucking fuckity fuck’s sake, Mike. Have you been living under a fucking rock or are you just plain fucking stupid?! Burn the fucking body, you dumbass cocksucking motherfucker!” Negan yelled in frustration and shoved the Savior to the side as he walked.

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Super sleepy houses
  • 2 AM at Hogwarts
  • Four lonely Hogwarts students lay awake in their individual common room's dorms.
  • Ravenclaw: *staring up at ceiling* (quietly) if it's 2:00 AM and I wake up at 6 AM, I will sleep for approximately 4 hours...good enough. As long as I have time to study for tomorrow, well, today's test before 7...I'll do that at breakfast...
  • Slytherin: *laying with feet at bed's headboard and head on the end of the bed* WHEN *slams feet against headboard* WILL *slams again* THIS *rolls backwards* NIGHT *somersaults off the bed* BE *falls to the floor wrapped in a blanket still* OVER?!
  • Gryffindor: *holding picture frame of their significant other* I miss you *crying* Do you still love me? Of course you's been 4 hours...but it feels like...*sniffle* FOUR YEARS *cries hysterically* I MISS YOU BABY!
  • Other student in the dorm room next door: SHUT UP
  • Hufflepuff: *holding stuffed animal tightly, staring beyond the window* Oh gosh *pulls blanket tighter* it's chilly...but..the window is farther than I thought...I'll just leave it open. *shudders and pats stuffed animal on the head* I've got you to keep me warm.
some Ravi headcanons

•  I imagine he always smells very nice and manly
•  to the point of having multiple people asking about the cologne that he’s wearing
•  which probably leads to you hugging him for what seems like hours bc it’s so intoxicating
•  and you stealing his clothes
•  bc even if you wash them a million times, they’d still somehow have that signature ‘Wonshik’ scent lingering on them
•  not that he ever gets mad about that tho
•  bc dang how can anyone look that attractive in a big ass hoody while eating cereal
•  he’ll let you babysit Butt when he knows he’ll be working at the studio for a while
•  and still gets jealous when he cuddles with you instead of him
•  “I’m your dad wtf…………y/n, you keep stealing everything from me is2g”
•  speaking of working in the studio
•  this man will work some magic on his new tracks if you’re there to inspire him
•  cannot and will not go to sleep once he feels the engines working in his brain again
•  ugh this sucks so much bc you’d just wanna spend some time with him and Butt, esp when he’s supposed to have days off
•  but it’s all worth it when he sits you down and plays his new track
•  lots of kissing in the studio when no one’s around I am 100% down with this idea
•  but you’re still scarred from that one time Jaehwan caught yall
•  “lmao oops I guess this isn’t the restroom……I guess I got lost again……….I guess I should leave now :’)”
•  when you’re trying to go on a public date and be all incognito, he’ll give you one of his big hats and face masks so yall could be low key
•  and tbh this a bad idea bc everyone could see 2 penguins approaching and they’d know
•  sometimes he puckers his lips when he’s thinking or writing
•  and you’re like ?? Is this an invitation for me to kiss you all suddenly without asking bc I can’t help myself  ????
•  I’m not saying he’ll hold your hand and cry during dramas but that’s exactly what I’m saying
•  like he laughs when you laugh
•  gasps when you gasp
•  suffers in silence as you both try to hold in your tears
•  there are times when he likes to sit in the dark all by himself and just thinks
•  threw a shoe at you one time bc you got in late and he thought you were a burglar
•  and spent the whole night apologizing / laughing about it bc he never thought to turn on the light
•  “like I don’t understand why you wanna live in the dark”
•  Wonshik giggles when you run your fingers over his stubble bc he rarely grows it out
•  having endless nights of playing board games and drinking
•  probably cries if he lost at Life or Monopoly
•  btw he’ll always want to be the car
•  letting you wear his best and most expensive headphones when listening to his music “to get the real experience u feel me”
•  he constantly tells you that he’s thankful to be with you and my hEart can’t take it he’s so genuine
•  “you drive me crazy but in the best way. I wanna push you off a cliff sometimes, but Butt would never forgive me, so I guess you’re stuck with me forever lol”
•  won’t let go until he’s poured out his heart and left at least 28 kisses on your lips
•  keep this soft hearted man with you 5ever 💗

Originally posted by fanfics-enthusiast



A couple days a week you would be out late until the early am. One night when you entered your apartment that you and Mark lived in, you accidently slammed the door waking him up. Instantly he would race towards where the sound came from seeing you standing there in a uniform. Confused, he would ask what you were doing, to which you replied you were working late. Questioning why, you would explain you wanted to save up to go back to your hometown to see your family.

“(y/n) there’s no need money doesn’t matter to me you do, if you want to see your family we will go see them as soon as we can, okay?” He would then pull his laptop out booking the earliest flight.

Originally posted by markiepoohismysunshine


After spending many nights a week out and not coming home until late at night, Jackson was starting to wonder where you were going. He would confront you but not full on, he would bring it up if the conversation was going in that direction or would text you when you were out. You would try to hide it but would confess to him admitting you were learning mandarin for him, but you would try and tell him in mandarin saying something completely opposite and he would just smile and know exactly what you were doing, he may even cry a little.

“Princess you didn’t have to.”

Originally posted by jwxngs


It was a late Tuesday morning when you tried to crawl back into bed where JB was sound asleep, when his hand suddenly slipped out from under the covers grabbing you. He would ask you where you’ve been as he sat up to see your tired face. You would sit down on the bed and admit to staying out late to learn Korean. Smiling JB would embrace you saying you didn’t need to do that.

“Jagiya I seriously thought you were cheating on me damn.”

Originally posted by whaaaalep


When YoungJae woke up last night to find you not in bed he would worry but see a note on the side table as you knew he would worry. The next morning YoungJae would ask you where you were last night in his husky early morning voice. You would be hesitant to tell him but as you saw the worry, doubt and tears fill his eyes you couldn’t do anything but ruin his surprise birthday.

“(y/n) I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to ruin the surprise, I was just worried.”

Originally posted by choiyoungjae


Jinyoung and you were lying in bed when it had gotten late, thinking he was asleep you slipped out of bed and got changed ready to head out. Just before you opened the front door you would hear Jinyoung clearing his throat, startling you. He would question what you were doing at this time of night for the past couple days. Unwillingly, you would break down crying saying your friend has been in the hospital and you didn’t want him to worry, but you’re starting to get worried about your friend so you want to spend some time with them.

“(y/n) it’s going to be okay. Let me grab my coat, I’ll drive you.”

Originally posted by jieunyoung


Knowing Bambam he would stalk you, not in a creepy way though, like, he would notice that you had been going out late at night the past couple of weeks and would get curious. He would also get worried thinking that you were cheating on him because he felt like you deserved better. When you pulled up to the community centre, the sign next to the road would say ‘Thai classes tonight from 11pm’. Once you got out the car, Bambam would follow and run towards you, swinging you around in a bear hug.

“Omg Jagiya I thought you were cheating on me!”

“Bam what the hell are you doing here, and why would I cheat on you?!”

Originally posted by dailybamx2


Yugyeom wouldn’t catch you out late at night because he’s a giant teddy bear and would be asleep, he would catch you practicing a dance in the bedroom when you thought he was at practice with the rest of the boys. He would kind of just stand and stare through the crack in the door. He would hear you swear because you thought you mucked up a move he would have to try not to laugh. After you finished dancing to his routine from ‘Hit the Stage’ he would clap and walk through the door walking over to you, hugging you and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“When did you become so good ha?”

Originally posted by chimless

rika-707  asked:

Mc talking nonsense (bonus points if it's creepy) in her sleep?

I honestly just googled “Creepy things to say in your sleep’ and then used that…so if you’ve seen these sayings before then…that’s why. ~Admin Ki


-”Cutting flesh with scissors is weird…” you mumbled sleepily.
-Oh boy he is s h o o k
-”MC! What!” he shouts, how did you know that? How did you knOW THAT.
-”Cutting flesh with scissors is….weird..” you mumbled again, a little louder this time
-He looked down at you and realized you were fast asleep, he let you sleep but as soon as you wake up he has some questions


-He’s settling down getting under the covers when he see’s you stirring in your sleep.
-Thinking you are having a bad dream he shakes you a little to wake you up, “Jagi~ wake up”
-”The crunchy bees are under the window” you reply, waving your hand to dismiss him.
-He laughs and shakes you more, “Jagi~ what are crunchy bees?”
-When you didn’t respond he just went to bed, he still had one question.
-What the hell are crunchy bees?


-She had gotten back from closing the café, you had been sick so you were already in bed sleeping.
-When she got into the bedroom you were curled up in the blankets, leaving her nothing to cover up with.
-She felt your forehead, you were warm enough so she took the covers from you.
-Next thing she knows is that you’re smacking her arm and keep repeating, “You stole my warmmm! You stole my warmmm”
-Laughing, she covers you again, but this time she makes sure she has covers too.


-He had a long day at the office, actually long day doesn’t cover it.
-It was 10pm!
-He was so exhausted that he immediately just fell into bed, not even taking off his suit.
-He was falling asleep when he heard you mumble, “I…I have a knife.”
-Thinking you were mad at him he responded, “Darling, what do you mean?”
-”Its for revenge..” you responded.
-HE thought you were really mad at him or something, maybe you didn’t like that he had worked so late, so he got up and moved to the guest bedroom.
-The next morning you woke up to an empty bed…and strawberry pancakes, “Good morning Darling!” he smiles.
-”Good morning to you honey, but why did you make me breakfast?” You rubbed you r eyes tiredly.
-”Well last night you seemed really angry at me.” He scratched his neck, chuckling awkwardly.
-He then realized that you were probably sleeping, “Oh- don’t worry about it honey, just eat your pancakes”

Saeyoung/Luciel/707 (and I guess Saeran too???)

-You had fallen asleep on the couch while watching a movie with the twins, it was a really boring movie on space who could blame you?
-”Fuck four-legged-trucks” you mumbled, your head on Saeyoung’s shoulder.
-”Huh?” he looked over to you, and you were still sleeping?
-”What the fuck is your girlfriend dreaming of?” Saeran comments, snickering a little.
-Saeyoung shrugs, taking out his phone and hitting record, “Babe! What did you just say?”
-”Fuck four-legged-trucks..” You repeat.
-”Hahaha! Blackmail!”

~Admin Ki

anonymous asked:

Nurseydex maybe w hurt comfort maybe smth w dex needing comfort??? Thanks

I don’t think this is really what you asked for/what you necessarily wanted but this is what happened when my fingers hit the keyboard and I hope you like it anyway. :) 

(brief alcohol/drug mention, but otherwise very PG)

“You ever been in love, Nurse?”

The question caught him totally off guard, hand pausing from where he had been snuffing out the end of their joint on the tiles of the rooftop. He took a second to process what Dex had just asked him, staring at the remnants of ashes by his feet before the wind blew them away and his gaze shifted to the boy sitting next to him.

Nursey probably stared at Dex longer than he should have. Maybe it was the haziness from the weed or the slight buzz from the alcohol they had had earlier, but Dex looked different to him for some reason. He looked vulnerable, almost.

Dex, who was always so hot-headed and determined and intense. Dex, whose shoulders would always stiffen whenever someone asked him if something was wrong—who, every time, would look him dead in the eye and insist that it was nothing. That same Dex was now fiddling with a hole in his jeans, looking out across the street in a way that felt almost distant.

The two of them had never been close. Not by any definition that would make sense to anyone else but themselves. But maybe this is what it meant to be close after all—with the moonlight reflecting off of Dex’s hair, the freckles on his forehead wrinkled as he lost himself to his thoughts, and Nursey’s lips curling up into a slow, soft smile as he watched the boy sitting beside him.

“I think so,” Nursey finally answered, his voice quieter than he had meant it to be—more unsure—before he added, with more determination, “Yeah, I have.”

Dex’s gaze shifted to meet his faster than Nursey had expected it to, amber eyes delving into green in a way that felt so familiar but also so very new.

The moment lasted only for a second before it was broken when Dex let out a huff of breath and a short laugh before looking away, “Of course you have,” he said.

Derek didn’t have it in him to be offended at that. Instead, he just asked, “You haven’t?”

Dex pulled both of his knees up to his chest, wrapping one arm around them while letting the other comb a hand through his hair. Derek’s fingers itched to do the same.

“I don’t know,” Dex eventually answered, voice softer than it had been before, “Maybe.”

“Tell me about it.”

Dex’s eyes met his again, but this time it was to give him an incredulous look.

C’mon,” Nursey coaxed, lightly bumping their shoulders together, “I never get to hear what’s going on in that head of yours. Tell me what it’s like to ‘maybe be in love’.”

Dex gave him a hard look. It was that same look he would have before his jaw set and he determinedly gave some sort of dismissal, but this time was different—this time he was honest.

“It’s scary,” Dex admitted.

That wasn’t the answer Nursey had been expecting and he felt a frown pull at the corner of his lips. For him, love had been a lot of things but he had never thought of it as something to be afraid of.

For Nursey love was seeing the first rays of sunlight peeking out over the horizon after an entire night spent writing. Love was getting off an airplane to see the smiling faces of his moms after a semester of being far from home. Love was when the leaves changed color or when the sun was out, but it was still raining. Love was the sound of skates gliding on ice, of a pen scratching on paper, the puck hitting the back of the net.

And Nursey was pretty damn sure it was love whenever he and Dex seamlessly connected a pass on the ice, accompanied by that sly smile he would find on Dex’s face—the one that Nursey would swear Dex reserved only for him. Love had to be the way his skin buzzed whenever their arms would rest comfortably together on a bus ride home. He knew love was the genuine surprise he felt every time Dex said something unexpectedly funny, the sick feeling he got in his stomach when he saw a guy flirting with Dex at a kegster only an hour before, and it was definitely the way his heart softened when he realized that Dex was totally oblivious to the fact that someone was hitting on him.

For Derek, love had been a lot of things—both good and bad—and this moment was neither, but it was definitely love.


“Yeah,” Dex said, breaking his gaze away from Nursey’s to stare up at the night sky, “It’s like—I have no control over my head. Or my heart. Or anything else. I do shit without thinking and that’s—that’s not like me. I always think shit through but lately…” he paused, “I don’t know, man. It’s just, scary.”

The silence stretched longer than it should have. For once in his life, Nursey couldn’t find the words he wanted to say. He just watched the way Dex’s eyes stared up at the stars, the way they became more distant as he got more lost in his thoughts, and the only thing that felt like the right thing to do was to reach out and comb his fingers through Dex’s hair.

He didn’t know what he had expected Dex’s reaction to be, but he didn’t respond so Derek didn’t stop. They sat like that for a long time—Dex staring up at the stars and Nursey running his fingers through his hair.

“I’m not even sure when it happened,” Dex’s voice was quiet, as if it was a part of the air and the energy surrounding them as opposed to actually coming out of Dex’s mouth, “All I know is that suddenly there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you.”

Nursey’s hand stilled in Dex’s hair, freezing as he let those words wash over him.

There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you.

He felt Dex tense up beside him and when he looked down he saw the fear in Dex’s eyes that his own admission had caused. And for what felt like the first time, Nursey understood how love could be scary. Because love could be misunderstandings and uncertainties. Love could be unreciprocated feelings or come in disproportionate amounts. Love, inevitably, would always lead to loss.

But it didn’t have to be that way. Not in this moment anyway—because Nursey’s hand was still in Dex’s hair and he let it fall to his cheek, moving his thumb against the freckles that rested there. His eyes felt heavy and his brain felt foggy but his heart was swelling in his chest because the words ‘there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you’ were on repeat inside of his head.

Nursey let his eyes fall down to Dex’s lips and he felt the heat spreading across the other boy’s cheeks when he closed his eyes and pressed their lips together.

When he pulled away, he was met with amber eyes that were much brighter and he couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face as he said, “Yeah, I wish you would get out of my damn head too, Poindexter.”

Before Dex even had time to respond, Nursey was already covering those lips again with his own.


A/N: Chapter 2 is up!
It probably wouldn’t have been now though, if I hadn’t reach 100+ followers. Thank you all so much for the response. I didn’t expect so much from all of you in less than 3 days. I’m very, very thankful.
If you have any criticism or suggestion about, well, my writing in general (god this is embarrassing) please drop by the ask box to let me know. Also, just let me know if you liked this chapter or anything else there’s on this blog (only 4 contents including this). I really look forward to asks :)))

GENRE: Fluff, Smut, Angst
WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, swearing, a pretty matured read.

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Not A Monster (Yuta x Reader)

Admin: Candi
“Can i request a vampire au with yuta from nct 127 fluffy like he’s scared he’ll hurt you pls – anon”
Fandom: NCT 127
Member/reader: Yuta X Reader
Genre/warning(s): vampire au, fluff, blood
Words: 2.4k
Authors note: Any time I think of vampires I think of Twilight so I tried my best to stay away from that! I hope you enjoy! Also, because it’s Yuta there’s a few cheeky bits, I had to include them since he’s a kinky fucker. He snuck up on me and became my bias from NCT 127 so I’m happy I got to write for him. Also to celebrate our ask box opening again I thought it would be perfect to do this request since we’re not writing for them as well!

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Good Girl pt.2 / hybrid!au - Jungkook

Originally posted by nnochu

1. 2. 3. 4. | Taehyung

Your ears twitched on top of your head before your eyes flickered open. Your head popped up as your tired eyes looked about, instantly remembering where you were. You looked about the room before looking down realizing you had ended up at the bottom of the bed, thanks to your sleeping habits. You peeked behind you, only for your ears to slump down with a pout on your lips. Your new owner was gone, leaving you without a goodbye and all alone in the apartment. You sat up, letting the cover over your body fall before you stretched out with a yawn.

There wasn’t a name for all these feelings welled up inside you. You felt sick, you couldn’t stop the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as your body heated up. You mushed your face into the cushion underneath you as your tail swished about behind you. You were really here, finally with your owner that you’ve been waiting to meet but it seemed like Jungkook didn’t like you.

You raised your head, a pout on your lips as you groaned. You wanted to pounce on him the moment you saw him but your shyness instantly told you were just all talk. Jungkook was handsome, cute, and oh so very hot. It wasn’t helping that he smelt heavenly, and you wanted nothing but to hold him close and never let go.

You could already tell from the moment Taehyung left the two of you he was uncomfortable. You were too shy to do anything, leaving it up to him to take control. You regretted it, you should have made him comfortable with you and acted the way you were supposed to. All that time preparing to be a pet at the hybrid center and you were doing horrible with your first owner.

You suddenly sat up and smacked your cheeks with your hands. A deep breath in before you got out of bed and squatted down beside your bag. You took out your toothbrush and paste Taehyung packed for you before heading out to the bathroom to get cleaned up. You couldn’t wallow in your nervousness and pity for too long when you were just getting started. You stared at yourself in the mirror with a determined look on your face as you furiously brushed your teeth. He would come back, and you would show him that you were worth keeping.

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In six months you’ve taught me more about love than any book i’ve ever read or movie i’ve seen. You taught me that the people we love the most are normally the ones who treat us the worst but it’s too late and we’re knee deep already. You taught me that I need to love myself before I can love anyone else. You taught me that moving on is hard and it sucks but it happens eventually and it always turns out alright. You led me to begin writing about my heartbreak and taught me that through my words I can express everything that I’ve ever wanted to say to you. You taught me that no matter how much you loved someone at one point, sometimes it just isn’t meant to be. You taught me what a boyfriend should do and act like and definitely taught me what they shouldn’t. You taught me how to fully trust and then not long after you taught me that I can’t really trust anyone but myself.
And finally, the most worthy lesson of all,
You taught me that some best friends need to leave it at best friends and that’s all.
—  Some things I learnt from you.

whatfallsaway  asked:

So I'm awake in the middle of the night. Currently 3am. Been awake since 1:30am. Too many thoughts. Got any late night Mulder/Scully heavy MSR phone call drabbles kicking around? Cause that would be great! 😍

So sorry you can’t sleep! I wrote this real quick so… here we go.

When the phone rings shortly after 3 am, Scully isn’t surprised and she doesn’t startle awake. Her hand reaches out and grabs the phone resting beside her like a spent, sleepy lover. She lets it ring another time not wanting to seem too desperate, too prepared.

“Scully, it’s me. I hope I didn’t wake you.” Mulder’s voice is apologetic and she wonders how long he’s fought against calling her. They haven’t seen or heard each other all weekend. In between cleaning her apartment, meeting her mother for lunch, and grocery shopping she’s stared at her unblinking phone, waiting in vain. When they didn’t have an official case, Mulder always found a reason to call her and to lure her away from home. Not this time. She considered calling him herself just to ask if he was all right. Her greatest fear, though never admitting that to Mulder, was that he would ditch her (again) and try to go out there alone. Now here he was on the phone. They would see each other in a couple of hours but something inside him must have given way, finally.

“Hm, it’s fine Mulder. What is it? Did you have a good weekend?”

“It was… yeah, I got a lot of things done around the apartment. No, to be honest I was bored. How about you?” She could lie, she knows, and tell him she had a wonderful weekend. Meeting her mother was nice, of course, but the rest of it? She’s missed him. She’s missed him more than she could put into words. It’s the middle of the night and he’s honest with her, so she wants to be truthful, too. It’s comfortable here in her bed and she feels protected by the softness surrounding her, by the nighttime, by the darkness.  

“It was nice enough,” she tells him, “but I was waiting for you to call me.”

“Missed me, huh?” He chuckles.

“Yes,” she whispers, “I did.” Mulder is quiet on the other side of the line and Scully wishes she could see him. She wants to know if he’s in his bed, too, or on his couch. What is he wearing, what is he doing? Warmth spreads through her, coloring her cheeks. This line of thinking is Mulder’s specialty, not hers.

“I missed you, too,” he finally speaks, “I tried not to call you knowing you have a, you know, life.” She stops herself from huffing; the only life she has, has had for years, is intertwined with his. Without him she doesn’t have a life.

“So do you, Mulder.”

“Do I?” She used to wish they had these conversations in the light of day when they were both fully awake. Now she realizes they never could. They need the vulnerability of nighttime, the possibility of dismissing their confessions as dreams; never happened, Scully, you must have dreamed this.  

“Mulder, you could have called me, you know.”

“I said I wouldn’t.”

“Since when do you do what you’re supposed to do?”

“I thought you wanted to spend a weekend away from life-threatening monsters for a change.”

“We can spend the weekend together without chasing monsters, ghosts or aliens.” Her breath hitches in light of her words. But it’s the truth.

“Can we?” His voice sounds vulnerable, scared almost. But there is hope in there, too; like a bright star shining in the darkest night sky.

“Yes, Mulder,” she answers softly, “I wish you’d called sooner. I have to be up in three hours to get ready for work.”

“I could come over. We could save gas driving into work together. Save some water, too, if we share a shower.” Scully hears his grin and she can’t help it, she smiles, too. Now she’s glad he’s not here and can’t see her. She isn’t sure they’re quite there yet.

“You could come over for breakfast.”


“Yes. But bring pastries.”

“I can do that. Anything in particular you want?” Just you, she thinks, swallowing the thought.

“No,” she says quickly, “surprise me, Mulder.”

“Gladly, Scully. See you soon.”

just a sudden late night and probably not too well thought out thought???

Okay but thinking about how Pidge Hunk and Lance were all bros before they got sucked into space and how they probably were FORCED to see each other at their worst makes me think of how they slowly had to adjust to the weird ways they all took care of themselves/broke down/needed comfort??

Like Lance got into those messy fits where it could all be fixed a bit if Hunk were to just hold him, and Hunk would need someone to come along and make him calm his shit and realize what he’s doing and to show him how to breath again. Lance tries to cover up his insecurities and distract himself with mindless activities and jokes, while Hunk bakes to de-stress, and since they’ve obviously known each other long before the Garrison, they’ve probably really grown accustomed to the way each other acts and how they’re different and what to do and how to help etc etc etc.

But now they have this??? Tiny little genius that they’re NOT used to??? And they need to figure out their Friendo so they know what to do, but obviously from that one flash back we had of Pidge just sort of ditching them to go off and do stuff by herself, she obviously wasn’t there/had any interest/felt any need to make friends. Then again, they’re now a team, so becoming close is probably essential to every exercise that school has to offer.

That being said, Hunk or Lance or both even at the same time, walking in on Pidge curled up with 4 blankets (two of which are Lance’s), a pizza box with only half the pizza left, x-files blasting through her headphones, tapping a pen on her laptop in an attempt to not meltdown is inevitable.

idk listen I just feel like Pidge has a lot of pent up emotion and they have no idea how to deal with it and neither do her friends but they’re all trying their best. Plus I’m a sucker for Garrison Bros sO-

We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 16

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

In this chapter: These feelings. I can’t feel them. I can’t love him. I can’t afford to fail again.

Word count: 3077

A/N: Sorry for the delay! But I have good news, I’ll be able to write more! I was taking care of my mom because she broke her wrist but now she’s feeling better!  I moved the tag list to the end of the chapter because it started to take too much place XD but don’t worry, the tag list will always be open! (and as always the gifs aren’t mine)

“What are you going to do with all this money?” Stiles asked me with a quick glance at me before looking back on the road.

“Paying off my debts,” I mumbled, staring at the pile of greenbacks in my hands.

After the nightmares I had in class, I finally decided that it was enough. All this because of that stupid phone that was the only object connecting me with the other world and giving me even more horrible nightmares. So I decided. After classes, I went straight to Stiles to ask him for a service. Obviously, just the idea of going to see him and talking to him put me all upside down inside and my heart accelerated. After spouting a few words, I finally asked him for the service and he accepted without any problem. A smile stretched my lips and something changed in his gaze.

I didn’t understand what it was, not right away.

In short, we had left school after I told Scott I had to go somewhere and that even if I found his bike very beautiful, I preferred to go by car. Stiles took me to a pawnbroker who, seeing my cell phone, didn’t hesitate to buy it full price without even asking where I got it. It was functional and it was a futuristic and impressive model according to him.

 He didn’t know how much.

I hesitated a long time before selling it. After all, it was an important clue, but the nightmares it brought me were enough to make me choose.

So I went out with no problems with enough money to pay for everything I would dream of. But it wasn’t for me. And during the ride once again very silent and embarrassing to the house, I never ceased to worry about what was going to happen now. What I was going to do. I couldn’t stop Derek from falling in love with Jennifer, it was too late and he wouldn’t believe me. I couldn’t stop the alpha pack from continuing to sow chaos, but I had to save Boyd’s life. And I had an idea how I was going to do it.

I was very focused on what I was going to do with the series, so much I forgot that I was in the jeep. Next to Stiles. I got out of my thoughts and turned to him as I swallowed, my fingers playing nervously with the money I decided to put in my bag before tearing the pieces of paper so precious.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled with difficulty and he turned to me raising an eyebrow.

“Why?” He asked.

“F-for last night,” I confided, lowering my head. “You had to come all the way late at night to see me like that. ”

It was one of the few times I had the courage to confess to him. I was really ashamed that he did all this just because of a nightmare. See me like that. It was pitiful and it was a weight on my heart I had to get rid of, even if that meant I had to talk about it to Stiles. And every time his brown eyes are looking at me and his voice answered or asked me questions, my whole body was melting from within.

“No need to apologize. I am in a good position to understand you, you know,” he began, not leaving his gaze out of the road. Shortly after we arrived at Scott’s place, Stiles parked in the parking lot, stopped the engine and then continued talking. "I often … had nightmares, after my mom died. My anxiety increased so much I had panic attacks and terrible night terrors,” he continued, raising his head towards me and I met his eyes that were sincere but also sad. My breath was stuck in my throat for a moment. In movies, this kind of moment only announced one thing, a kiss wasn’t long in coming. Alone in his jeep, talking about sad but emotional things. Perfect moment to be kissed.

 "So don’t apologize, please. It wasn’t your fault. “

"All right,” I whispered, unable to leave his gaze, feeling an irresistible attraction to his appealing lips.

Then, without warning, Stiles grabbed my hand and a pen and inscribed something in my palm, breaking the moment. I wanted to laugh. What moment? There were none. What was I thinking?

“If you need anything, here’s my number. I’ll take yours but you just sold your cell phone so…” He laughed softly.

“Yeah …” Was all I could say before I got out of the car quickly, muttering a goodbye and heading quickly to the house. As soon as the door was closed behind me, I let myself slip to the floor, placing my hand against my chest and felt my heart beating wildly.

“Y / N … stop … you can’t afford to feel that … he’s not yours, he can’t be …” I repeated myself, raising my hand to look at his phone number. His writing, the shape of his figures. I even learned his number by heart. I could repeat I can’t love him all day, it was too late for that.

“Y / N?” A voice made me jump and I leapt to my feet to look at Scott who seemed about to leave. He looked at me with a strange look.

"Hey Scott!” I nervously said, scratching my neck. ” You are going to work? “

"Yes,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “ Everything’s fine? I’m very worried about you.”

“Oh, it’s only some nightmares, I’m fine!” I lied even if I knew he was going to know. Then, before he added anything, I changed the subject. "I have something for you! ”

I hastened to take the money out of my bag and gave him a good part of it.

“Y / N … where did you find that much money?” He asked, very suspicious.

“I sold my cell phone,” I said, swinging the money on one side and the other.“ I promised you I’d pay you back, didn’t I? And promise me to go get tattooed, like you planned to. ”

“Y / N … you don’t have to …”

“ I insist!” I said as I put the money in his hands.

"Alright …” He said taking it, still suspicious. “ And the rest? ”

“To pay back Melissa. Angiography, my hospitalizations, school fees, food … it’s probably not enough, but … ”

Scott then took me tenderly in his arms, under my surprise.

“That you think so is already a lot. You are very attentive, Y / N.” Then he left me after he gave me a kiss on the top of my head. "I’ll try to come back before bedtime in case …” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I understood it.

In case I have nightmares.

I had left all the lights on, even those in the corridor but I couldn’t sleep and my door was open. The hours passed and I even had time to finish my homework and now spent my time staring at Stiles’ cell phone number.

It was getting very late and Scott hadn’t come back yet. Then I had an idea. I got up from my bed, dragging my blanket with me, a little paranoid and walked over to Scott’s room. I opened a light and touched his bed with hesitation. Then I felt suddenly heavily tired so I let myself fall on his bed with my blanket and closed my eyes with Scott’s scent with me, as if he were there. I was automatically reassured and fell asleep.

And I still dreamed that I was in a large room without walls or ceiling, stripped of color and warmth.

But no nightmare.

The next day I woke up in my room. Someone had to take me there. And when I glanced at the dial, it was to notice that I was going to be late. I got up abruptly, looking around with a little panic and jumped out of my bed. And that’s when I noticed that I was wearing a too big for me hoodie. Scott’s hoodie.

“Ehhhhhh ?!” I exclaimed and it was at that moment Stiles passed in front of my open door and saw me.

” Oh.” He said before turning around and leaving.

“Stiles ?!” I exclaimed, following him. ” What are you doing here? “

"I remembered that you didn’t like traveling by motorcycle so I went to get you,” he said without turning around, which made me blush.

“Wow it’s… you didn’t have to …” I mumbled, unable to say anything else.

“I’m waiting for you in the car,” he said a little dryly, which severed my intense joy. Why was he so cold suddenly? It was when I went to get dressed that I understood. But was it possible? That he misinterpreted the reason I was wearing Scott’s hoodie? I didn’t even know myself!

“Ah, Y / N,” Scott greeted me in the kitchen as I went down for lunch. “Sleep well? “

"Why was I wearing your hoodie?” I asked by grabbing an apple and adjusting my school bag on my shoulder after putting my dinner in it.

“When I arrived you were sleeping in my bed and when I wanted to take you to your room, you stuck to my hoodie so … I took it off to give it to you and you kinda put it on yourself. You seemed to feel safe and I could also sleep well so… and the best? You didn’t have nightmares,” he finished smiling.

Oh crap. Did Stiles think I had … Scott and I had … I shook my head as I rushed out, followed by a worried Scott who was also going to benefit of Stiles’ jeep ride. Seeing me, Stiles quickly avoided my gaze. How could I rectify that?

In the end I couldn’t talk to Stiles during the ride to school. He left immediately without giving me time to speak. The first class was gym and he mumbled something about having to change in sports clothes. Then I had to go into the girls ‘dressing room while Scoot was joining Stiles in the boys’ room.

Why did Stiles care if I slept a few times with Scott and if he lent me his clothes? He did this only to help me sleep, something every brother would do and I only see Scott as a big brother! No … Stiles can’t be jealous. He loves Lydia and it must stay like this.

I’m just getting too stupid. Stiles, have a crush on me? Pff, I wasn’t in a fanfiction, it was impossible. I thought as I got dressed as well.

It was only outside with all my class and Coach that I realized my mistake. I recognized the place where Coach wanted us to run. I had been so naive and imprudent, I hadn’t paid attention to detail.

We were in the beginning of episode 4 and I could already see the twins coming dangerously near Isaac to provoke him.

This meant that the first warrior victim was already dead. The dog owner.

I saw Scott trying to hold back Isaac.

“ Isaac!”

“It’s them.”

“Isaac, wait! Isaac!”

And so the whistle sounded and all the students started running, including the twins in the lead who would quickly be catch up by Isaac and Scott. And then, and then the body was going to be discovered and …

“Wow, wow young lady,” Coach told me by holding me by the collar to keep me from running. “You. Do not run. I received a notice from your mother about a medical condition preventing you from doing any kind of physical activities. ”

“ My mother? ”

“Melissa McCall? You know the woman who … Hey, come back here! ”

But I didn’t listen to him. I had gone to the race even though I knew that with my backwardness and meager physical abilities, I would never catch them. But I had to try.

My lungs burned me and especially my wound where Boyd’s claws had cut my skin was very painful. Each stroke gave a shock to my legs and the burn was only increasing. Until I heard a cry at the very moment I arrived where everyone were gathered around a tree. And I knew all too well what was attached to it. However, this time I forced myself to look at the corpse. I couldn’t keep avoiding them. The victims I failed to save. And this one died because I had been distracted by something, aka Stiles Stilinski, who was also among the crowd.

The body was full of blood and it was hard to believe that he had been alive. The smell of blood was strong and horrible and I only wanted to close my eyes and stop breathing.

The poor guy…

“It’s him?” Stiles asked Scott who nodded. Then the two saw me and approached as I took my breath.

"Y / N? Everything’s fine? ”

“You’re bleeding,” Stiles said, pointing at my leg and my blood-soaked pants.

“It’s nothing,” I said between two rapid breaths and I saw him hesitate to come to me. He stretched his arms slightly in my direction and it was then that the sheriff chose to arrive and spoil the moment.

“Hey, get out of the way! Get back. Get this area cordoned off before they trample every piece of evidence.” Seeing him, Stiles walked to his father pointing at the body.

“Back up! Everyone back! Get these kids out of here! "An officer ordered.

"Dad, just come here. Look, look. Look at it. It’s the same as the others, you see? ”

“Yeah, I see that. Do me a favor. Go back to school. Coach, can you give us a hand here? ”

“You heard the man. Nothing to see here. Probably just some homeless kid. "Coach tells us trying to look convincing.

"Coach.” Scott started looking at the ground.


“He was a senior.”

“Oh. He was not on the team, was he? ”

I wanted to hit the coach for his lack of tact.

“Kyle! Oh, God, Kyle! ”

The victim’s girlfriend.

“Go on. Go. Go. ” The Sheriff ordered us before glancing at me. The slight time I was able to cross his gaze wasn’t enough for me to know if he was rather sad or desperate to see me again where a corpse is found.

“You see the way the twins looked at him? Like they had no idea what happened. ” Stiles began, walking away from the crime scene with Scott and Isaac while I followed them behind.

 "No, no, they knew.” Isaac mumbled, sure of himself.

“The kid was strangled with a garrote, all right? Am I the only one recognizing the lack of "werewolfitude” in these murders?”  I almost laughed when I heard Stiles talking about werewolftitude, but held back. It was neither the time nor the place.

Well, it was a little because of them that the darrach was killing in order to become powerful enough to take revenge on the alpha pack, so in some way Isaac was right. But I didn’t pronounce on that.

“Well, no, but I still don’t think it’s them.” Indeed, Stiles was right. And poor Scott in the middle of the two boys didn’t know where to turn.

“Scott? How about you? ”

Waiting for an answer, everyone stopped walking and Stiles folded his arms.

“I don’t know yet.”

“You don’t know yet?”

“Well, he’s got a point.” Scott said about Isaac and Stiles got a little frustrated.

“Seriously, dude, human sacrifices? Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay? Hair literally grows from your cheeks and then will immediately disappear, and if I were to stab you right now, it would just magically heal, but you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?” Throughout his monologue, Stiles never ceased to gesticulate, a habit he had that always made me smile.

“That’s a good point too.” I would’ve said the same if I wasn’t afraid to get involved with something that didn’t concern me. And as Isaac didn’t ask for my opinion, I concluded that my opinion didn’t matter.

“I don’t care. They killed that kid, they tried to kill the girl that saved me. I’m gonna kill them too.” Isaac finished by leaving Scott, Stiles and I behind.

“And you Y / N, what do you think?”

I raised my head to stare at Stiles. He had just asked for my opinion. I would’ve jumped at this idea because it meant he really trusted me and probably had forgotten about the incident this morning, but the moment was again badly chosen.

“I agree with Stiles.” I sincerely said, hoping they would believe me. Then I took the opportunity to add something, hoping that this detail wouldn’t trigger the pain. So I carefully chose my words.

"But they’re for something,” I added and when Stiles was about to ask me something the coach’s aggressive voice echoed in my ears.

“McCall!” He screamed and Scott and I turned to him. “Not you McCall, McCall! ”

Scott and I exchanged a confused look.

“I forbade you to run,” he angrily said as he took me by one ear. “Look at the condition of your leg!”

“Coach you’re hurting me.”

“Oh,” Coach said, letting go of me, surely realizing his gesture. “Habit. Stilinski! Take McCall to the infirmary! And find a way to differentiate yourself! ”

“I swear Coach, I’m fine! ”

“ Now!” He ordered and I sighed, turning to Stiles who raised his eyebrows at how irresponsible Coach’s behavior was.

"Let’s go,” I mumbled without looking at him, feeling very well the questions that were soon to cross his luscious lips and his hands that would move in every direction in the hope of understanding and …

Fuck Y / N! It’s because of these thoughts that you let this poor boy die! Pulled yourself together!

“You want me to help you walk?” Stiles asked as he touched my arm but I pushed him away more brutally than I would’ve liked.

“Sorry …” I started but he understood the message and only walked by without saying anything. I turned to Scott one last time and met his sad look. If only I could tell him everything.

In the next chapter: Isaac and his anger towards the twins. I gotta do something… right?

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