okay i should go to bed soon

Bedtime Sentence Starters

“It’s time for bed.”

“You really should get some sleep.”

“You can finish that up tomorrow.”

“How are you still awake?”

“Why are you still awake?”

“If you don’t go to bed soon, you’ll fall asleep at the table.”

“You look so tired.”

“There’s nothing wrong with taking a nap.”

“I don’t need sleep.”

“Just five more minutes and then I’ll sleep.”

“I just need to finish this first.”

“I can’t sleep now. I just drank a huge cup of coffee.”

“I’ll sleep. Eventually.”

“I’ll go to bed if you do too.”

“Okay, fine. I guess I’ll finish this tomorrow.”

“I’m not that tired.”

Title: A Golden Girl (Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summray: The reader and peter are forced to join in on a highly dangerous mission immediately following the homecoming dance, and their first date? No, they were just best friends. Tony Stark said that line all the time. 

Word Count: 1731

A/N: I love this, very much. I have been working on it ALL WEEK for you guys, trying to make it as good as it can be. And then I had a freakout with all of the D23 news BUT IT’S FINE I AM FINE. Okay…enjoy!

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Jet Lag and Chinese

Prompt: Can I request a justice league war Clark/superman x reader? Some cute fluff with implied nsfw? Or JLW Clark saving the reader and then ending up with a date or something?

Requested by: counting-sinful-stars    

     You like sitting in his chair. It fills you with an unbridled delight as you spin in it, and go through his works in progress. If you were anyone else, someone might say you were nosy. But you and Clark know the truth.

    You hear him before you see him, “Seriously?”

    You peek up from behind the file, “Is that seriously a question?”

    Clark gives you a good natured smile before leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek, before moving to sit on the edge of his desk. “When did you get back?”

    You give another spin in the chair, “About two hours ago. I figured I’d come see my favorite reporter.”

    He smiles, “And here I thought you liked me for more than just my writing.”

    You shrug, “I also like looking at you.” The two of you stare at each other before bursting out in laughter. The fact that no one even bothers to look over shows just how deep your friendship goes.

    “How did the shoot go?”

    You grin, “It was amazing. I thought of you while I was there.”

    “Oh yeah?”

    “Yep, I saw a monkey with that same clueless look you get sometimes.”

    “Maybe it’s a cousin?”

    “That is an insult to the monkey. Anyways, I was thinking we could pick up Chinese and have a movie marathon before jet lag kicks my butt tomorrow.”

    You see his grin falter, “Tonight?”

    “Yes.” Your brow furrows, “Do you have plans? Because last time I checked the city isn’t in peril.”

    “I kind of have a date.”

    Your eyes go wide for a second, “A date? Did you finally wear Lois down?”

    He fiddles with his glasses for a second before saying, “No, her name is Diana.”

    “Diana, as in Wonder Woman?”


    You nod in understanding, “Oh okay. Good for you slugger.” The false cheeriness is evident to your own ears, and one look at Clark’s face tells you that he hears it too.

    “I’ll try to reschedule.”

    You shake your head, “No Clark. I’ll be fine. You go on a date with your girl.”

    His eyes light up, “You should come with us.”

    You shake your head, “I really shouldn’t.” You sigh, “Chinese food and action movies are calling my name Clark. I haven’t slept in my own bed in over a month. I’m going to go home. But we’ll get together soon. We’ll put on your calendar and everything.”  

    You start backing up before he can say anything else. “See ya later.”

    You get out of there before you can start to cry. You hold the tears in until you’re in front of your apartment. What awaits you is a perfectly clean space and a full fridge. You’re suddenly very glad for that cleaning service because all of your energy has vanished.

    You wash the smell of plane off, before changing into pajamas and ordering your food. Then you put in Die Hard and settle in. You browse through the photos you had taken on your last shoot in Asia. And then you come to older ones.

    Pictures of you and Clark. Clark Kent had been your best friend from the time he had stumbled into that janitor’s closet in an attempt to escape sounds no one else could hear. You’d been hiding from a bully. From the first moment you’d met you’d known he was different.

    You’d grown up privy to his secret, keeping it from even your own parents. You’d gone to college together. Hell, you’d been there to ridicule him the first time he put on the suit. You’d watched him on the news, and watched as the world fell in love with him. You took comfort in knowing that you’d loved him before he was Superman. He was your best friend and you loved him like a brother.

And now he had Diana. They were a match made in heaven, and from the way his eyes had lit up when he had said her name, she was here to stay …at least for a while.You weren’t particularly happy about it either. You’d been in this situation before. You’d watched friends draw away in favor of those they were dating. It was one of the reasons you’d kept a tight knit circle of friends, and why you traveled so much. You’d never thought you’d lose Clark though. The sound of knocking on your door draws you out of your thoughts.

    You set the laptop down, grab the cash and walk to the door. Ready to put thoughts of what would never come to rest. Then you opened the door and regretted not going straight to sleep.

    Clark’s smile was echoed by the woman next to him. They were both dressed in civilian clothes and wearing glasses. And they were both carrying giant bags of Chinese. Clark’s grin simply widened as he said, “Delivery.”

    You did your best to keep the horror off your face, “I thought you had a date.”

    “We did,” your eyes flashed to the woman, “but then Clark told me about you, and your tradition and I insisted that we continue it. Our traditions sustain us after all. And I wanted to meet his best friend and the woman who has kept his secret. It is an honor to meet you, my sister.”

    And then she was hugging you. You were forced to wrap your arms around her to keep your balance as you became perfectly aware of just how sloppy you looked next to her. Her outfit was great, her hair was perfect, and you were working with ten hours on a plane and the start of jet lag.

    If you’d had laser vision, Clark would have been a puddle. So you did the only thing you could in that situation, you glared at your best friend and let the perfect couple into your home. The thought of recounting this tale to Ma Kent also filled you with a certain amount of sadistic glee that worried you only a bit.

As you closed the door and stared at the two of them acting lovey Dovey in your kitchen, you prepared yourself for a long night. If there was one thing worse than losing your best friend to a new significant other, it was watching them be lovey dovey while you were single.

AN: So I talked about this one-shot with @counting-sinful-stars and in the end I decided I wanted to do a best friend fic. There will be no romance between the reader and Clark. Just a very close and fluffy best friend relationship. This takes place in the Justice League War Universe which is why it’s DianaXClark.


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Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 17

Okay I feel bad that I keep telling y’all to brace yourselves but… Well you’ll find out soon enough. @diversemediums @outlandishchridhe and I all had a great time writing this chapter. I think I’m subconsciously putting off the madness that’s set to happen because I haven’t quite worked out all the strings yet. Hopefully that’ll happen soon! There IS smut in this chapter and DM is responsible for it. SHE’S FANTASTIC YOU SHOULD GO READ HER STUFF!!

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happy birthday // h.s.

Did I write a one shot for myself about what I would like from Harry Styles on my birthday? Yes, I did. Did I also make it really smutty? Again, yes, I did. I hope you all enjoy and if not then that’s fine too! :) 

words: 5k+

Smut: yes

edited:Not really

You didn’t think today would be such a hard day.

By the time you’d drug yourself home to your tiny little apartment, you were far too exhausted to do anything but sleep. You were starving though and you weren’t in the mood for something like takeout, it was far too much for this hour of the night and you just wanted something simple. So frozen chicken nuggets was your plan. You grabbed your mail from your box downstairs, headed up the few flights to your apartment (you were sticking to your ‘no use of the elevator’ plan no matter how tired you were), and slipped your key into your doorknob.  You turned it, giving it a little push to really help it open up before you stumbled into your little apartment. Your headphones were getting a little tangled up in your purse and your mail, so you quickly tugged them out of your ears as you turned around to shut your door, dropping the mail on the front table.

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Harry laying his hand in your thigh while he is driving

Okay, so, I find this thought oddly comforting? Someone get me a boyfriend just so I can feel this… Preferably Harry… 

You’re coming back from spending the day with Anne and his family in Cheshire so it’s a long drive back to London, running on only a few hours sleep, eyes sore and craving to be rested. Bellies full of Anne’s roast dinner. Memories of the afternoon clinging to your mind. And, it’s dark outside. Streetlights occasionally lighting up the road that had no cars on. The radio playing soft melodies through the speakers as the time drew closer to midnight, the car situating a comfortable silence with the often hum leaving Harry’s pursed lips as he hummed to whatever familiar tune came on the radio. And you yawn, cosying further down into Harry’s jumper that swamped your torso, sleeves hanging over your hands as you grasped the material. Head lolling to the side and resting against the window as your eyes gently close shut, giving in to the sleepy sting that resided behind your eyelids.

His hand presses to your thigh when you’re on the verge of sleep. On the edge of dreaming but still knowing your surroundings. Lifting up from the gearshift and settling on your jean-clad flesh, fingers tucked into the gap where your thighs met and his thumb drawing soft strokes. Soothing and feather-light.

“No’ fallin’ asleep on me, are yeh?”

“Hmm, tryin’ not to do that,” you murmur back, looking down at his hand and you take the chance to look at the rings pushed down his digits, “s’hard when you’re this tired.”

“We’ll be home soon, I promise,” he coos, squeezing your thigh softly, “feelin’ okay? You’re a bit quiet.”

“M’fine,” you smile towards him, nodding as you place one of your hands on top of his, curling your fingers around his, “just can’t wait to go to bed, you know?”

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever wanted to pull into a London hotel and pay for a room for 7 hours,” he chuckles, “we should have agreed on taking the spare bedroom at Mum’s. We’d probably be sleeping right now. Wine-induced sleep.”

“More like you’d be snoring in my ear and keeping me awake,” you grumble, a playful whine leaving his mouth as he glances across to you, “m’serious. You fall asleep so far away from me, but, somehow through the night, you always end up rolling over on top of me. End up snorin’ in my ear. And for some reason, alcohol always makes you snore ten times louder than normal.”

“Pretty sure I told you, on our first date, that I snored. You asked me what my biggest flaw was and I told you, word for word, ‘I’m pretty sure I snore so I’m a terror to go to sleep with’. You had the chance to escape then,” he smirks, chuckling when you toy with his fingers and twist at the rings.

“Don’t mind though. Wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Just hope our kids don’t end up with this gene. I’ll be good with the singing gene, if anything. Can you imagine our house? I’d be like a herd of elephants every time we go to sleep,” he cackled, eyes crinkling as a dimple popped on his cheek, “you can go to sleep now if you want to. I won’t be offended. Get some sleep in before I keep you awake with my snorin’.” xx


I’d like to take a moment to apologize to the first anon. I told myself that I’d get this done in under two weeks, and we have past that a few times over. Heh heh…..

So, anon, if you’re out there, I am small and forgetful and love you! Please forgive.


You were making a difference.

…At least you hoped you were.

Being an office worker was not ideal, but neither was field work really. The only reason you agreed to do this job was because it had, “Overwatch,” branded all over it. In a dedicated organization like that, especially as small as it was, every job was important. Plus, someone had to watch over your boys.

You stretch your back. Geez, this whole week was nothing but reports and papers and meetings and then more reports. Not to mention, the Junkers over-the-top way of doing missions, was not helping. It seemed they didn’t realize, or more likely, didn’t care that destruction leads to paperwork. Paperwork that lands on your shoulders.

At this point, you could practically feel the bags under your eyes, and a coil in your back. It was hard to believe that anyone could spend all day everyday sitting on an uncomfortable chair, staring at a screen.

Whatever, you were almost done typing up this mission statement, then you were home free!

Oh, what’s that? An email with instructions to handle the legal works of the last two missions? Therefore elongating your workday and preventing you from leaving early?

Oh boy.

You were making a difference. Please be making a difference.


“An’ then it falls!” Jamison watched eagerly as another piece is taken off of the tower and placed on top. He frowns at it stability.

“Your turn.” Mako points at you. You shift forward looking it over before settling on a holographic piece and sliding it out.

“Aaaaaannnnnnndddddd…..” He taps his fingers against the table.

“Read em’ and weep, James.” You lean back, glancing past the Jenga tower you had downloaded earlier that week. You cross your arms and let your head lay against the back of the couch. God, your neck was killing you.


“What?” You realize that you had been resting your eyes, leading you to zone out.

“I said, ‘it’s your turn.’” Junkrat sets his head in his hand. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Yeah. Tired, sore, y'know, the same old same old.” You take out a piece.

“Maybe we should go to bed soon then.” Roadhog suggests, checking the time.

“Nah, being able to relax like this is more helpful honestly.” You reach above your head in a stretch, back cracking in the process. “I’m fine with sleeping normal time.”

You roll you shoulder and wince at the sudden jolt of pain. A string of curses catches your attention and you turn to see a pile of blocks and a defeated man.

“Jenga!” You shout to mock the smaller man. He glares back at you and huffs. You put your hands up in defense. “Hey, I was just kidding!”

He pauses, noting the stiffness in your movements. He puts on a nasty grin, wiggling his fingers. “Oh, what’s that? Ya askin’ for massage are ya!” He stands quickly, startling you.

“Hey! No! Stay back!” You push closer to Roadhog and he raps his arms around you, trapping you. “Traitor!” You gasp, wiggling in attempt to break free.

“You’re not escaping this time.” He rumbles from behind you.

“You’re gonna get a massage an’ like it!” Jamison half jokes, half boasts.

“I refuse! I refuse!” You laugh, backing as far away from him as physically possible.

His hands land on you shoulders with the most evil chuckle he could muster. He works your muscles as you fake struggle, just to make things harder on him.

The night ends with you passing out, mid massage, face first in your bed.

We Have Rules For A Reason [Chapter 11]

Chapter 11 of We Have Rules For a Reason

Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5  Ch6  Ch7  Ch8  Ch9  Ch10

Series Genre: AU/Smut/Fluff/Angst at times

The car came to a screeching halt just inches from you as your limp body hit the pavement hard.

You heard Mark’s voice screaming for you as he wrapped you up in his arms, holding you closely to him.

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Daddy’s girl

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Bit of an awful fighting scene, just a lot of worry.

Summary: It’s lat at the Stark’s house, and you, his loved stepdaughter, are finishing some stupid paper. Things get hard when you see yourself interrupted by AIM.

It was very ate and you were just finishing a project, or at least trying to –not succeeding, but still trying—; your mom and her boyfriend had arrived from their date and they both went up to your room to check up on you and to see if your classmates were still around; they weren’t, they had left about 20 minutes before they got there. They both kissed you goodnight, but you weren’t ready to call it quits; not just yet. The project was like giving birth to a baby made of paper.

At around 3 am you were still up and quite hyped to finish that god forsaken project, which you’d surely proof read in the afternoon once you had had some sleep and some rest to that brilliant mind of yours, when your mom’s boyfriend knocked gently the door of your bedroom. You quickly turned your head to him and went back to your focused writing. Your whole grade –and your classmates’—depended on this and you were not taking any chances.

“Who would’ve thought you were a late night worker?” He asked, leaning on the door frame. You sniffed and felt the perfect smell of fresh coffee. “I brought you something to help you keeping up for a while, but don’t tell your mom or she’s gonna kill me,” he chuckled.

“Thanks Tony,” you smiled widely and closed your eyes as he tenderly kissed your forehead and placed the mug on the desk, next to your computer, “I’m not gonna tell her though, I just don’t want you to get killed,” you nodded and moved your chair to face him, who was now sitting on your bed. “So, what are you up to? I mean—it’s not the first time I hear you being up at this hour, wanna talk it out buddy?” You offered.

“Yeah… no—not really,” he scratched the back of his head and took a big zip from the mug, “it’s only that ever since New York I can’t seem to get some good sleep,” Tony shrugged, “but don’t worry about your old man, I’m okay; it’ll go away anytime soon, I guess.”

“You should see a professional, dad—Tony,” you corrected yourself and he laughed heartedly.

“Hey, what did I say? You can call me dad, or Tony,” he nodded, “both are fine, and as long as I can keep introducing you as my daughter, we’re all cool.”

Out of a sudden, you were both startled by the sound of glass breaking on the first floor. Tony grabbed your hand tightly, keeping you in place and waiting for the security system to do its job. He was sure it was not a common burglar; they couldn’t have broken so many windows.

“Go see mom, now!” You hissed.

Just when Tony was about to go out, Jarvis warned about the nature of the intruders: AIM soldiers, but there was no presence of any adaptoid. The clatter of people beating up iron was terrifying, and loud enough to make your mom run to your bedroom just to see if you were ok.

She held you tightly, feeling utterly relieved that you were still in one piece. Tony let go of you and his mind started working. He closed the door and secured his wrists bands. He had been testing these new devices that could provide him with a few parts of the Iron Man suit as he needed them.

“Pepper, do you have yours?” Tony asked, Pepper nodded nervously, touching her wrists and sighing at the feeling of the small metal pieces that looked just like jewelry. “Ok, keep her safe.”

“Where are you going?” You asked, freeing yourself from your mom’s embrace and holding Tony’s hand, trying to pull him towards you. “You can’t go out there, there could be hundreds of them; stay here with us!”

“You know I can’t, honey,” he tenderly cupped your cheek with his free hand, and moved your gripping hand away from his arm, but before he could go away, your window was crashing into a million tiny pieces.

5 AIM soldiers swung inside your bedroom and threw enough smoke bombs to take everyone’s breath away; they skilfully got ahold of you and ran away with you as their prisoner. The whole operation couldn’t have taken more than 2 minutes, and both Tony and Pepper were so astonished and dazzled that they realized a minute too late that you were gone.

“Mom! Dad!” You yelled with all your being; you were getting further and further from the house in a SUV from which you couldn’t notice any difference from the SHIELD, or the government ones; you hoped Tony and Pepper could hear you screaming.

You saw a luminescent spot that seemed closer and closer. Apparently, it was Tony’s suit or at least one of his. It started shooting to make the drive lose focus and hopefully stop, but when one of the blasts hit a tree that fell right in front of the SUV, the vehicle gave a twist in the air with you still inside. You held on tightly to one of the seats, praying that you wouldn’t get as hurt as the others around you.

There was one AIM soldier who was able to wake up from their shock and unconsciousness and he pulled you out of the car, not as a salvaging mission exactly, but as to make you their human shield. Tony Stark wouldn’t attack his daughter, or his girlfriend’s daughter. You had managed to make it out alive and only bruised.

“Dad—dad!” Your voice trembled, and from your lips a soft steam formed. The night was incredibly cold and you were out with a very light pajamas. The person holding you had a gun pointed at your temple.

“Let her go,” Tony growled.

“What if I don’t?” The soldier mocked. “She seems like a perfect candidate for our training, perhaps you could do something good.”

“Y—you’re wrong about that,” you panted, “I’ve always sucked at P.E, and I—I’m terrible at following orders,” you tried to joke, “especially when they come from assholes like you and Hammer.” The soldier pressed the gun hard against your skin and you winced at the uncomfortable feeling. “I learnt that from my dad.”

“Leave my daughter alone,” Tony barked, pointing one of the hand blasters at you both. “I won’t say that again.”

In a split second, you feel how the soldier’s hold has loosened and he fell onto the ground with a thud. Tony had gotten rid of his suit and you both met halfway for the tightest and warmest hug of your life. He kissed your hair repeatedly, and not long after, another pair of arms wrapped around you. You three fell on your knees.

“Honey, are you ok?” Pepper hurried to ask. “Did they do something to you? Are you hurt?”

“Just a bit beaten,” you said in a weak voice, “I don’t think I broke anything…” your breathing was unsteady, “can we please go home?”

“Tony, where are we going to go now?” Pepper asked in a shattering voice.

“We can’t go back home,” he sighed, “let’s get you two to the headquarters, I’m gonna get Hill to get us there.” He shook his head and cupped your face. “You’re safe, and I’m gonna make sure you are.” You looked up at him and nodded, never feeling any more sure of his words. He leaned in to kiss your forehead and got in contact with agent Hill. Pepper soothed your breathing by rubbing your back gently.

Although it had been a terribly long night, you were well damned sure you had a family now; with a loving mom and a loving dad.

hotel with pjm

- jimin carrying the both of your suitcases up while you protest the entire time but you already arrived at the hotel room “jimin are your arms okay” nearly choking when you feel his rock hard arm “nope nevermind nope i’m going to unpack now”

- him lazily dragging you into a hug on the bed but then kissing your cheek before getting up to shower “we need to go back out soon, so let me freshen up first okay?” “okay” 

- nearly dying when he comes out of the shower with his wet haiR AND a towel on “jimin put on clothes…please” “why should i” “PARK JIMIN” “i’m kidding i came out for a reason” grabbing his clothes before letting you go into the bathroom to shower

- spending the remainder of the time in the hotel room researching places to go while jimin attempts to braid your hair extremely loosely “jimin did a good job didn’t he!” “this is really cute i like it” “really” “yeah” 

BTS Reaction: Their crush gets into an accident and is hospitalized

This is for you Anon! Hope you enjoy it! 

Rap monster/Namjoon: He’d be ashamed that he couldn’t be there. Even if it was an accident. He’d beat himself over it, thinking that no matter what, he should have protected you. You’re his inspiration, and he wouldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt.

“Y/n…be okay. I failed as your friend…Please come out of this better, I’ll be with you no matter what.”

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Jin/Seokjin: His eyes would go wide as soon as he heard the news. At first, he wouldn’t want to believe it, but after seeing his members’s expressions, he’d just leave. He would immediately go to the hospital. He would be so scared that you were in bad shape. Jin would be shaking seeing you in the hospital bed asleep. He’d let a few tears escape knowing that he wasn’t there to protect you.

“What am I going to do without you here? Get better soon, please? I’m going to miss seeing your pretty face at the dorms and helping me take care of the guys.”

Originally posted by syubbie

Suga/Yoongi: Yoongi would probably be mad at himself. He wouldn’t say much to his members, but they would all see how frustrated he is and how anxious he is to get out of whatever they were doing. Once they were done, he would immediately go and see you. His eyes would be glazed with tears once he saw the condition you were in. I think he’d regret not confessing his feelings towards you earlier, thinking that maybe he could have changed something, so you wouldn’t be hurt.

“I should have protected you. Y/n, when you feel better, I’m not going to hide my feelings anymore. So feel better soon…”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

J Hope/Hoseok: He be crying so much. If he wasn’t able to see you right away, he’d act very distant from everyone. He wouldn’t want to practice or do anything. All his thoughts would be on you and why he didn’t protect you.

“Y/n-ah, please be okay. I should have been there.”

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Jimin: I think Jimin would be very scared. He wouldn’t really know what to do. He’d start to tear up and walk out of the room so the other members wouldn’t see him. He’d take out his phone and start messaging you and calling you, thinking that all of it wasn’t real. When you wouldn’t answer, he’d start to freak out more, and ask the members to take him there. He wouldn’t stop until someone did. On the ride over there, he wouldn’t stop asking if you were alright. His heart would clench up and he wouldn’t be able to stop the tears rolling down his eyes from thinking of how hurt you must be.

“You’re going to be alright. You’re not seriously hurt…Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay…I don’t want to see you hurt, it makes me hurt too, so please, please, please be alright.”

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

V/Taehyung: I think Taehyung would have the biggest reaction. He’d want someone to take him to the hospital immediately even if they were doing something important. All he would have in his mind is how hurt you were and why he wasn’t there to stop it.

“Yah! I need to see her! Take me to the hospital right now!

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Jungkook: Jungkook would be frozen. His mind would be a jumbled mess. He doesn’t want to believe that you would get into an accident. His eyes would shift to all the members, not believing what he was hearing. He’d just be in complete shock. He wouldn’t be able to focus during practice, and he still wouldn’t be able to get his thoughts together while on the way to the hospital.

“Not Y/n…this is some joke, right? She’ll step out of the room laughing, right? She can’t be hurt…”

Originally posted by btssavemylife

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“...You Ask Her!”

Requested by an anon. I actually didn’t really know what to do with this. I don’t watch that much the Return of Superman. I should start. I didn’t even know what to do with the ending.  

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

You truly didn’t want to leave for two days, but Ki Seok forced you to. He wanted you to have a few days to yourself because you work so hard, both at home and at your label. Even your daughter, Seo Hyun, wanted you to have a little time to your yourself.

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Peter Maximoff Imagine “Sleeping Beauty”

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x reader

Requested: no

Warnings: slight cursing

A/N: I’ve written this a while ago. NOW THIS IMAGINE IS REALLY SHITTY! There is a request that I swear I DID NOT forget about. It’s just the very end of the term and after all I failed my chemistry test and I’ve barely had sleep this week and this is another reason why I can’t write anything worth your attention. And sorry for this shit… But if you somehow managed to like it let me know)

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It was lunch break. You and your boyfriend Peter were sitting together.

You yawned. “I’m soooo fucking tired! I want to die!” 

“Told you that you shouldn’t watch tv shows at night, but you never listen to me” Peter took a sip of his drink

“Shut up” you yawned again and looked at your watch “You know, I have some time until the beginning of the next period. I think I should take a nap”

“Okay, if you’re leaving me like this I’m going to go and prank Scott and tell him that it’s your fault” Peter smiled at you, little demons in his eyes were waving at you. You were in love with these eyes.   

“Deal!” you kissed him and stood up “Will see you at the next period” 

“Just don’t oversleep!” speedster shouted at your back 

“I’ll set an alarm!”

As soon as you entered your room you collapsed on your bed, burying you face into a soft pillow “Just ten minutes” you whispered to yourself 

As Peter thought you overslept your next period. He came to your room and knocked on the door. Just in case. There was no answer so he came in. 

He saw you on your bed curled into a ball under a blanket. He laid down next to you, wrapping his hands around you. He lay like this for about ten minutes and then it was the time for the last period. He decided to not wake you up. 

He placed a quick kiss on your head and left. 

After the last period Peter got too busy annoying Scott, so he forgot to check up on you, but when he did he found you still sleeping in the exact same position he left you. 

Now the silver haired boy was starting to get worried. He touched your forehead to make sure you didn’t have temperature, but it seemed fine. He shook you by your shoulder. “Hey, Y/N. Wake up sleeping beauty..” no response. “Come on Y/N” you didn’t even move. “Y/N wake up!” Peter shook you roughly. Suddenly he felt something on your hand under the blanket. He raised the piece of fabric. What he saw shocked him. 

He saw green vines wrapped around your body like some kind of cocoon. He tried to rip the vines, but as he touched them they burned is hands and only wrapped more tightly around you. 

A second later Peter was running around school looking for Frank, but he only found professor Xavier. 

“Professor! There’s something wrong with Y/N!” 

“Peter, calm down and show me where she is” 

After professor came to your room he examined you and vines around you.

“What’s wrong with her?” Peter couldn’t hide his anxiety. 

“Everything is alright. She is just in some kind of hibernation.” Professor said calmly, still looking at you. 


“Yes. She probably was too tired. Now she rests and she can’t control her powers that’s why there are vines. There is no need to freak out. She will wake up eventually”

“Eventually? How long is eventually?”

“From several days to several weeks, depends on how tired she is, for how long she hasn’t had enough sleep?”

“Couple of months” 

“That’s a lot. Just let her rest”


A week and a half has already passed but you were still sleeping. Peter visited you everyday. He was just laying besides you, talking to you, he even slept with you. It happened spontaneously. He just fell asleep near you and the next night and after that night, soon it became a habit. 

You were having an awesome dream. You were in a big library, reading and reading and reading. These books were magical. Everytime you opened a book you teleported to the world the book was about. And then there was the last book. After you finished it light started coming from everywhere, blinding you. Suddenly you were in your room. 

“Fuck! I’m late!” You tried to move but something held you in place. “Shit! Not again!” 

Peter was in history class just looking out of the window and doing everything he could do except listening to the teacher. Suddenly he heard professor’s voice in his head ‘Peter, she’s awake’ 

Immediately world almost froze. Peter stood up and started running to your room. He didn’t even knock, he just bursted into your room. 

“You’re awake!” he rushed to you and hugged you tightly. 

You buried your nose in his neck. “How long did I…” you were interrupted by Maximoff “Twelve days” 

“Fuck!” you giggled


It was already 1am but you still couldn’t fall asleep. Of course you couldn’t! You were sleeping for twelve days! Peter nozzled besides you. It was unusual, sharing bed with somebody, but knowledge that it was him made you feel more comfortable. 

You placed your head on his chest, his arm immediately wrapping around you “Hey, Peter” You poked a sleeping boy in the shoulder. “Peter” you whispered

“What?” he whispered sleepily, his eyes still closed

“I can’t fall asleep. Let’s go to the beach” a little smile appearing on your face

“What? Y/N it’s like 1 am” Peter turned his body to you, holding you tighter 

“Pleaseee” you whimpered, your lips against his cheek. 

“Nooo! We have classes tomorrow!” Speedster mumbled into your head

“pleeeeaseee” you raised your head and started covering his face in kisses. 

“Ugh..fine, anything for you” 

And you two really went to the beach! It was a magical night!

“You know what I’ve just understood?” You two were sitting on white sand, pressed to each other. 


“I’m madly in love with you!”

hold onto me ⌁ isaac lahey

request : Request? An Isaac Lahey imagine where he’s having a nightmare about his father and he accidentally hurts you but you try to tell him that you’re okay, and just fluff? Okay thanks sweetheart :)

word count : 1.9k :)

  He had gone to bed that night unprepared for the dreams that followed- or, rather, the nightmares. It wasn’t as if Isaac Lahey was a stranger to night terrors; by now, he should have been used to them. They were attached to his person more so than anything else because of the trauma he had faced throughout the entirety of his life. He had known nothing other than torment for the first fifteen years of his life, and only recently had he found the salvation and happiness he had so desired. You were the biggest part of his happiness, and he intended on making you equally as happy so that you would stick around him for many years to come. Though, he supposed that’d be much easier if he stopped waking in the middle of the night with a cry for help and a shaking in his bones. He was sure he was irritating you at this point, having you sleep over Scott’s house almost every night only to wake you at four in the morning because of his stupid dreams. 

   Tonight, however, was the worst night he had had in quite some time. It was only midnight, earlier than normal but still late, considering it was a school night. Your eyes were just beginning to slide shut, the dim, gold light of the lamp you had left on reflecting in your eyelids, when you heard the smallest of whimpers from beside you. You turned on your side so that you were facing Isaac as his entire body began to tremble. You sat up, your fingers barely grazing his bare shoulder as you murmured, “Isaac, wake up, love, it’s just a dream.” Your soft, coaxing voice was usually enough to send his eyes flying open, icy blue eyes blown wide with a mix of fear and rage until your kind words sent him into a calmed state once again. 

   He couldn’t hear you this time, no matter how much he wanted to. In his dream, there was glass cutting into his cheek, blood trickling down his face and the droplets decorating his pale hand. Bruises blooming across his skin, turning purple and red and yellow until they faded away and then reappeared with each hit he took. Again and again and again. He healed too fast, he wanted to stop the healing so he wouldn’t have to keep getting hurt- oh god, was he hurting. He was always hurting, his bones ached and his heart was heavy. He was tired of being hurt, why couldn’t the hurt just end- why couldn’t he be the one to hurt the people who harmed him? He snarled, lashing out, claws extended and teeth bared threateningly. He would no longer be harmed, he refused to be harmed by this man that was his father only biologically, not in reality. He would hurt him this time- 

   “Isaac!” Your voice snapped him out of his this time, awaking with a jolt as panic shot through him. He stared at you, breathing hard through his mouth. He almost calmed down before he noticed his hand was wrapped tightly around your forearm, tight enough that if he squeezed, your bones would probably shatter. He let out a breath, unable to speak. A lump was forming in his throat, his nose itching slightly, and he know he was about to cry as he released your arm from his clenched fist and he saw that he dug his claws into you. Puncture marks decorated your flesh, you arm was bleeding, it would most likely bruise. Neither of you said anything as his hands dropped to his side, his gaze locked on your wound, inflicted by him. He was the one that was never supposed to hurt you, you were the person he had never wanted to hurt. 

   “Isaac, i-it’s fine, stop looking at it,” you told him quietly, pulling down the sleeve of your sweater. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m, like, in perfect condition. Stop looking at me like that,” you pleaded, watching carefully as his mouth closed and his eyes began to water. He rubbed at his eyes with his hands; he shouldn’t be crying, you were the one who was hurt, not him. 

   “I’m so sorry,” he croaked, distancing his body from yours and leaning so far away that he almost toppled off the bed. “I-I hurt you, you, of all people. I-I-I’m a terrible person, I’m awful. Please don’t come near me,” he moved even further away, sliding off the bed with ease and making himself comfortable on the floor. He glanced back up at you, sweat gleaming on his forehead. His hands shook as he brushed sticky strands of hair away from his face. He said, “I’ll sleep down here. I don’t want to hurt you again, and you shouldn’t come over again after tonight. Just- just stay away.” He leaned against the bed so he did not have to look at you- at the pain he had inflicted- bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his head down on them, still shaking. 

    You slid off the bed, too. You sat down next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist before he could shy away. You felt his body stiffen, rigid and terrified. “Isaac, please look at me.” When he refused, you tentatively brought your hand to his face, touching his cheek as gently as possible. He didn’t like his face being touched often, it made him nervous and sometimes angry- his face had always been a target of his father’s. He was too handsome, too “pretty,” with his golden curls and blue eyes that melted every heart except his own. You softly rubbed your thumb along his cheekbone, and he sighed at your touch without thinking. Your finger trailed along his jawline before coming to rest at his chin, where you turned his head slightly in order for him to look you in the eyes.  “I’ll heal. It’s okay. It was an accident due to a nightmare, and I know you would never dream of hurting me when you’re awake. You’d never truly harm anyone, Isaac, so please, don’t beat yourself up over this. Get back into bed, or else I’m sleeping on the floor with you. Got it?” He nodded, his cheeks wet with tears he had silently let stream down his face.  

    As he got into bed, he opened his arms, intending for you to fall into them. “D’you think you could hold me for a bit?” He inquired sheepishly, his cheeks a little more rosy than usual. You smiled at him, plopping into bed and automatically pulling him into your arms. He took a deep breath, his body shuddering again. You ran your hands through his curls lovingly, softly, gently, as no one had before. He could have fallen asleep that way within seconds, but opened his eyes reluctantly. “Can you show me what I did to you?” 

   Hesitantly, you tugged your sleeve up your arm and presented the newly minted bruise to him. He grimaced upon seeing it, swallowing down his self deprecating words and instead focusing on something different. “Are you in pain?” 

   “Sort of,” you admitted, your eyes following him as he lightly lifted your arm, his hand around your wrist just as before, though this time his touches were feather light and cautious, as if you were going to break into a million pieces if he handled you the wrong way. 

   “Point to where, please,” he added. With your other hand, you prodded at the place where your bones felt like they were throbbing. “Okay, just… sit still, for a moment. I-I’ve never done this on people- don’t know if I’ll do it correctly… it worked on the dog though,” he babbled. You raised your eyebrows at him, but didn’t say anything. His stared at the place he had hurt you and let his hand skim down over it, taking a deep breath as he concentrated. He focused on your face, your expression locked in a slight wince because he was holding the place that was in the most pain. He didn’t dare look at his hand, where the veins were turning an inky black in his effort to heal you, take the pain away. You exhaled with elation, no longer hurting. “Did it work? Did I do it?” 

    “Yeah, yeah, you did,” you stared at him in awe. “You took my pain.” 

    “I couldn’t let you hurt like that,” he said softly. “No one should hurt like that, unless they really fucking deserve it. But you? Anyone who hurts someone like you is a shit person with no moral compass and an affinity for getting the crap kicked out of them. No one should ever hurt you, okay? I won’t let what happened tonight happen again, ever. You’re- you mean a lot to me,” he finished lamely, gaze dropping to the wrinkled bed sheets. He was going to say, “you’re everything to me,” but he wasn’t sure if it was too soon for that. He hadn’t worked up the courage to say that he loves you yet, though he showed you in numerous ways to make up for it. 

   “You shouldn’t hurt either, Isaac,” you said as he sank back under the covers and into your arms, his blonde hair tickling your cheek. 

   “I’m used to it, sweetheart, it doesn’t bother me as much anymore,” he replied, moving one of his hands so that he could place it over your own. They were locked around his middle, and he realized that he had never even had a mother to hold him, let alone someone like you. Someone wonderful; utterly intelligent, beautiful, kind, caring, loving, perfect in so many ways and completely imperfect in many more. 

    “I wish I could take your pain, though.” 

    He turned over on his side, wanting to look at you. His nose was almost touching yours, you were curled so tightly together. “I’m not in any pain, Y/N.” 

   “Not physically, not anymore, but,” you sighed, “I wish I could take the emotional pain. The nightmares, the trauma, the claustrophobia, the scars, the bruises on your heart, the trust issues, the people you’ve lost, that’s all caused you pain. I wish I could take it away from you, carry it on my own back for a little while. You don’t deserve it, any of it,” you mumbled, hugging him tightly and pressing your face into the crook of his neck. He teared up again, cursing himself for it, but still hugging you back all the same. 

    “No one- no one’s ever said that to me before,” he mumbled back, hands stroking your hair absentmindedly as he fought to get his next words out of his mouth. “Y/N, I-I love you. I love you. I love you so much.” A weight had been lifted with those words. Once he spoke them, he knew he was going to have you around for a very long time as you automatically began crying (in the happy way, of course) and held him closer than you ever had before. He’d have you to hold onto for the rest of his life, if that’s what he needed and wanted the most. You whispered the same words back and forth over and over again for the rest of the night, reveling in it, your hearts swelling more each time it was muttered against his lips or against your skin. You were his anchor, he loved you more than anything, and he held on to you closely when you both finally fell asleep that night, nightmares no longer plaguing his dreams. 

Magicless - Fred Weasley

Requested by @undiscoveries

“Okay, just breathe. Breathe.” You looked up at Fred and nodded at him, smiling through the pain. 

“I am, Y/N,” he said. 

“You don’t look like it.” He laughed as he continued to push you down the hospital hall. 

“I don’t know why you decided to do this naturally,” he said, as he pushed you through the door to your room. A nurse came in and helped you into bed, before giving you a cup of ice chips.

“Because that’s how my mom did it,” you said once she left. “It’s kind of a muggle thing.”

“Going through lots of pain?” he asked. You nodded as you felt another round of contractions come through. Fred grabbed onto your hand and didn’t let go until you loosened your grip. 

“What if we just lied to your mother? I promise this can be a lot less painful.” You shook your head and smiled up at him. “Why are you still smiling?”

“Because I’m happy,” you said, although your smile turned into more of a teeth-clench as another contraction came.

“How far apart was that?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you said breathlessly, “A couple of minutes.”

“I should go get a nurse,” he said, starting to walk away. However, you didn’t let go of his hand. He turned back to look at you with wide eyes.

“No, stay with me.” 

“But I think you need a nurse,” he said.

“No, I only need you,” you said, even though the last word came out as a yelp as another contraction came over you. He clutched your hand tightly and stood back at your side.

“Okay,” he said with a sigh. “But-”

“Hey, I didn’t miss anything, did I?” George asked, bursting into the room, a handful of enchanted balloons in his hands. One of the balloons had black smoke that kept swirling around, and flashed up “It’s a boy!” and “It’s a girl!”

“No,” Fred said, barely looking away from you. He noticed the balloons though and did a double take, a smile growing on his face. “Nice work, Georgie.”

“Thanks.” George walked to the other side of the bed and kissed your forehead. “How are you feeling, Y/N?” As another contraction came over you, you gave him a thumbs up, and squeezed Fred’s hand.

“Can you go get a doctor?” Fred asked him. George looked between you two and nodded before walking out of the room.

“I don’t think I need one ye-” you stopped to clench your teeth as another contraction happened. Once it subsided, you looked up at him and said, “Yet.”

“Darling,” he said sweetly, although he looked as if he wanted to scream. “I love you, but you’re being ridiculous right now. Let me get the help that you need.”

“Fred-” He silenced you by grabbing onto your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Shut up for a minute, so our child can be born without its parents fighting.” You sighed as a nurse walked in. After a moment of checking you out, she looked up at you two with a smile.

“You’re ready to push,” she said in a thick Scottish accent. “Only the father, please,” she said, looking at the twins.

“This one,” you said, touching Fred’s arm. George winked at you, and slapped Fred’s shoulder. 

“I’ll see you soon,” he said. 

“Alright, are you two ready?” the nurse asked as two more came in. You nodded, and took Fred’s hand. He leaned in to kiss your forehead before whispering he loved you in your ear.

“Okay, let’s push,” she said. You took a deep breath, and started pushing as hard as you could. A scream came out of your mouth that sounded nothing like you, and you gripped Fred’s hand very tight. 

“Good, good,” he said as you took another breath. “You’re doing so good.”

“He’s right,” the nurse said. “But we need you to push again.” 

“Okay.” You took another breath and pushed again, gripping Fred’s hand so tightly that it turned white. You let out more yells as excruciating pain washed over you.

“This would be so much easier with magic,” Fred said softly once you stopped pushing for a moment.

“You’d be so much easier with magic!” He looked down at you and you shrugged as the sweat beaded on your forehead. “I’m in too much pain to think of a different comeback.”

“Okay, let’s push again. One more big one,” the nurse said. 

“I love you,” Fred said.

“I love you, too,” you said breathlessly as you pushed again. After about two minutes more of pain, you let out one last gasp. You suddenly heard the cry of a baby, and looked up at Fred with tears pooling in your eyes. There were some in his, too.

“Congratulations on your little baby boy.”

“Oh, I want to hold my grandson!” Molly Weasley said, rushing into the room with Arthur following close behind her. Fred laughed at his mother, and carefully placed him in her arms.

“Be careful, mum, he’s fragile.”

“I have had babies before,” she said, holding him in her arms. “So, what’s his name?” she asked. Fred smiled down at you and you beamed.

“Gavin Arthur Moony Weasley,” you said. George was standing in the corner, a big grin on his face. Molly laughed and smiled down at Gavin. 

“He’s a gorgeous little boy,” she said. 

“He is,” Fred said. “He’s got his mum’s eyes.” 

“And his father’s hair,” you said, taking Fred’s hand in yours. Arthur took Gavin next, and laughed at the sounds that he was making. You leaned your head against Fred’s forearm and sighed happily. 

“We should let you rest,” Arthur said, handing back Gavin. He fell asleep in your arms and you smiled.

“You don’t have to go,” you said. 

“Yes we do,” Molly said. “We’ll see you soon.” George followed his parents and blew a kiss towards his godson before shutting the door. Fred sat down on the edge of the bed with you, and you leaned up to kiss him.

“We did good, Freddie,” you said.

“Yeah, we did.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said. “And you, too,” he said, lightly touching Gavin’s nose. He kissed you again and threw his arm around you. “You should get some rest.”

“I’m okay.”

“Rest. Don’t worry, I’ll watch Gavin.”

“Okay,” you said, letting Fred take him from your arms. You leaned against his chest, and he put Gavin in the crook of his arm that wasn’t around your shoulders. You fell asleep peacefully, dreaming about the two boys to your right.

physics test

request: could you please do one where y/n has anxiety and Shawn’s calming you down and coaxing you out?


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You were pretty sure that college was your own personal hell. You had convinced yourself that you were being punished for some unknown sin that had occurred when you were younger.

In the next week you had two essays, three tests, and an oral presentation. None of which were your strong suit. If you were lucky, Shawn was there to help you. He would keep you sane while you studied or stared at a computer screen, and he would let you practice your oral presentation in front of him.

“And then when you’re doing it in class, you can just envision me the whole time!” he would say, excitement that this was his idea laced through his voice as he sits up on your bed and crosses his legs. You tilt your head and look at him with a irritated expression on your face. “Just do it. It’ll help, I promise.”

Of course he was right. He was always right.

This time, however, you weren’t so fortunate. He offered to let you practice over facetime, but you both knew it wouldn’t be the same.

You talked to him while you studied. He pulled you out of your laptop screen or textbook every 10 minutes or so and told you a story or a joke, just to make sure you weren’t stressing yourself out too much. It hardly worked, but it was enough to keep you from burning your school things and dropping out.

He always told you to call him when you started feeling that pit in your stomach, the one that told you that panic was just around the corner. You knew he didn’t mind, that he wanted to help you more than anything, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang guilt every time he answered the phone and stopped what he was doing to talk to you.

Today was the day of your physics test. You had been studying all week, the anxiety helped you there. In your head, the thought of being under prepared was far scarier than the thought of getting no sleep or not eating enough. You had memorized the formulas and the exceptions and any other minuscule detail you might possibly need to know. You had even managed to send Shawn a copy of your flash cards and had him quiz you.

You were ready. You could do this.

Or at least Shawn thought so.

You walk into your physics room, taking deep breaths and running through everything again. You sit down quickly and your professor hands out the tests.

Your mind goes blank.

The words on the page start to blur, looking more like alphabet soup than an organized set of letters. The room immediately seems smaller, the walls coming closer and closer until they’re at either side of your shoulders, suffocating you, sucking the oxygen out of the room.

There’s a small voice in the back of your head, Shawn’s voice. “You’re ready. You can do this.” You weren’t sure if he could have been more wrong. Of course you weren’t ready, of course you would forget everything, of course the simple act of looking at the test would cause you fall to pieces. You sit there at your desk, staring at the jumble of words on the paper, waiting for Shawn to scoop you up and piece you back together, but he doesn’t come.

Of course he’s not coming. He’s in Japan, you idiot.

“Y/n?” the sound of your professor’s voice cuts through your panic, ringing in your ears. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You nod harshly, far too enthusiastic. “I just, I need a drink of water,” you say, standing up from your seat and rushing out of the room, down the hall, out of the science building, across campus, to your doom room.

You can’t call Shawn, you just can’t. He’s busy. He’s absolutely busy.

But you’re not breathing, you can’t speak, you can’t swallow, you can’t think. Tears form rivers down your flushed cheeks, wetting your shirt.

Somehow, through blurred vision, you manage to call him. He answers quickly, probably knowing what’s wrong. You tried your hardest to text him and make sure he wasn’t busy before calling, but there was no time. It wouldn’t have been the first time you passed out because of an anxiety attack.

Your hand is covering your face when he answers, and he almost doesn’t notice what a mess you are. Almost.

“Hi, baby, it’s gonna be okay,” he assures you. You see him walking into another room. He looks up from the phone screen. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m just gonna need a few minutes,” he says. He nods and turns back to you.

“I couldn’t do it, Shawn. I just couldn’t. He handed me the test and I forgot everything. The walls started closing in and-”

“Okay, love, I know.” And he does, he always does. He runs his hand through his hair. “You remember what Dr. Keaton taught you, right? I know you do, baby, we did it last time. In for four, out for seven. Here, breath with me.” He guides you through the exercise. “I’m right here, love, okay? Listen to my voice. You’ll be okay.”

“Oh my god what if I can’t make up the test? I can’t fail that class, Shawn. I just can’t,” you say at lightning speed, the panic making your words blur together.

“No,” he says, shaking his head, “we’re not worrying about that right now. You won’t fail, I’ll come talk to your professor if I have to. But that doesn’t matter yet. You’re not breathing, baby.”

You close your eyes and listen to him tell you how to breath, just listen to his voice, filled with such concern and compassion. You finally stop crying after a few minutes. In a few more, you can breath again. And soon, the pit in your stomach and lump in your throat have gone away.

You open your eyes again and let out a sigh. “Thank you. I’m sorry for keeping you away from more important matters.” You smile, resting your cheek on your palm. “I’m okay now, promise.”

“You’re the only ‘matter’ that means anything, y/n. Don’t keep thinking like that.” He chews at his lip, clearly trying to decide if he should trust your promise. “Go make some tea and take a shower. No more classes today, alright? Promise me,” he says, his eyes pleading.

“I promise,” you say.

He sits back in his chair and considers your words, rolling them around in his head, replaying them. “Okay,” he finally says. “I love you, alright? I’ll call you soon. Shower, tea, bed. Nothing else. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you say, smiling slightly.

He smiles and pretends to blow you a kiss. “I’ll talk to you soon.” He hesitates for a second before hanging up the phone.

You do what he says, he tends to know you better than you know yourself. You shower for almost an hour before crawling into bed and sleeping til almost 5. When you wake up, an iced tea from the local cafe is waiting on your nightstand, attached is a note.


Shawn texted me and said you had a rough day and needed some tea. I didn’t want to wake you up. Text me when you wake up and I’ll get you some dinner (as per Shawn’s orders). That boy kills me.


You smile and sip the tea.

Yeah, he kills me too.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Emison introducing the baby to the other Liars. Also Pam and Jason if you can :)

Hey Anon, so Pam’s not in it but she’s mentioned so I hope that’s okay, also I sort of included the whole Alison and Spencer are cousins thing…


“You’re not going to find him in there” The brunette grinned as she approached Jason, who was standing in front of the hospital’s nursery looking through the thin panel glass, “They took him back to the room twenty minutes ago” 

“Seriously?” Jason laughed “I was so sure that one was him” he pointed to the third row of hospital cots; he had arrived about ten minutes ago, after Emily called him to let him know that Alison had given birth, and went directly to the nurses station where they sent him to the nursery’s window claiming htta was probably were he was.  

“Yeah well unless they changed him in while he was here, that isn’t your nephew” Emily chuckled. 

“Either way I guess congratulations are in order” Jason smiled enveloping the brunette in his arms.

“Thank you Jason” Emily muttered, although Jason hadn’t been exactly thrilled with the idea of Ali having a baby,these last few months he had been very supportive to say the least.   “Come on, I’ll take you to them” she turned around and Jason followed closely behind.

“Are they alright?” He asked as they walked down the hallway. 

“Yes. They’re both doing great” The brunette smiled at the simple thought of the blonde and their son. “We should be able to go home tomorrow morning” 

“And are you okay?” Jason inquired taking the brunette by surprise. 

“I.. yeah… I’m… it’s amazing” Emily grinned “He’s perfect.” 

“I bet” Jason nodded, they could hear the commotion in the room before they were even outside the door, however it wasn’t a surprise since Spencer, Aria and Hanna were in there with Alison and the baby. As soon as Emily and Jason walked inside Hanna ran to hug the brunette. 

“Em he looks just like you” The blonde squealed, whilst Jason headed towards Alison’s hospital bed.  

“So I’ve heard” 

“You’re here” Alison smiled the moment she saw her brother.  

“Of course I am, my little sister had a baby”  Jason leaned in and wrapped his arms around the brunette, “Speaking of which, were is he?”  

“Being smothered by Aria” Spencer groaned, she had been waiting for her turn to hold the baby ever since they got here and she was getting eager. Obviously the first one to hold him had been Pam and that turned out to be a thirty minute event that had only been interrupted when the older woman’s phone rang which resulted on her leaving. Then it was Hanna’s turn, and not that it had been a surprise but Aria had to threaten the blonde so that she could hold the baby. Yet, that had been twenty minutes ago and Spencer had yet to hold him and her patience was running thin.  

“That’s because he’s the cutest little baby ever” Aria gushed as she stared at the tiny newborn in her arms - who was wrapped in a white and blue hospital blanket while furiously sucking on his pacifier- “Finally there’s someone smaller than me” 

“We’ll see about that in a couple of years” Hanna joked “He’ll probably be taller than you by then”  

“Oh shut up” Aria snarked as Emily sat on the bed next to her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and kissing the blonde’s temple. 

“Well I’m sorry Aria, but it’s my turn to hold him” Jason announced as he sat down on the hospital’s couch next to the tiny brunette, waiting for her to transfer the newborn into his arms. 

“Hey! That’s not fair, it was my turn” Spencer cried. 

“I’m his uncle” Jason argued. 

“And I’m his aunt” 

“I’m family” He stated as Aria slowly placed the baby in his arms. 

“So am I” Spencer complained “So. Am. I” 

“Sorry Spencer, it’s too late” Jason eyed her mockingly “Isn’t it kid? It’s your uncle Jason’s turn” he babbled, before the little boy squirmed in his arms, “Is he okay? Am I doing something wrong?”  

“No, he’s probably just hungry” Alison assured as she tried to count how long  it had been since his last feed.  

“Are you sure?” He asked when his nephew kept squirming in his arms.  

“Just let me make sure everything’s okay,” Spencer scooped in, taking the newborn off of Jason’s arms before he could even realize what was happening.  


“I’m sorry, I’m his mother’s cousin” Spencer mocked making the rest of the room laugh.  

Saudade: Ch4

The next morning, Brendon took you out to breakfast at a local coffee shop. You were dressed in one of his hoodies and a pair of his shorts. He had offered to drive you home so you could grab your phone and some other things. That morning you had agreed on staying with him for a little while. You didn’t know how long, but the thought of you going back to that empty house and being all alone only made you feel sad and scared. You liked the thought of being with Brendon, just for a short amount of time, just enough to get you back on your feet again and then go back home, pretending like nothing happened. “I’ll wait here, okay?” Brendon decided, standing in the hallway in front of your apartment door as you began to unlock it.

“You can come in,” you reassured.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “It’s fine. Take your time.”

“Okay,” you mumbled. You walked in, staring at the blanket on the ground in front of the couch, the remote tossed aside, an empty wine bottle fixated between the cushions. Is that what had caused you to gravitate towards the bar that night? You then walked into your bedroom, noticing the pile of clothes left on the floor, your phone plugged into a charger on the nightstand, the smell of him in the room. Josh.

A terrible feeling settled in the pit of your stomach, making you instantly feel nauseous. You picked up your phone, noticing at least fifty missed calls and messages from him. He had been trying to desperately get ahold of you while you were going out getting drunk and fucking some dude behind his back. You began to feel the guilt start to drown you as you opened up your messages, reading the sweet “miss you” and “love you” texts on your screen. You stared at the silly picture he had sent you, one that he probably forced Tyler to take of him. He was standing underneath the Eiffel Tower, skateboard in one hand, coffee cup in the other, snapback fixed on his head, that gorgeous smile, wearing the hoodie you had bought for him last Christmas. He was in France, practically on the whole other side of the world as you, going on a world famous tour, but still finding the time to talk about how much he loved and missed you, thinking about you all the time, and you had taken that for granted. You felt miserable. Without thinking, you instantly called him back, chewing on your lower lip and listening to the several rings. Finally, about on the fourth of fifth, he miraculously picked up.

“Hey beautiful,” he greeted. “I miss you.”

“Miss you too,” you replied, clearing your throat and trying to forget everything running through your head.

“What have you been up to lately?” he wondered.

“Uh, not much,” you shrugged, growing uncomfortable. “Just watching some television and thinking about you mostly. Missing you a ton.”

“You’re probably wearing my clothes right now, aren’t you?” he laughed. You felt guilt instantly rush through your body again as you glanced down at Brendon’s sweatshirt wrapped around you, knowing that Josh was right, that if you hadn’t even gone to the bar, you’d probably still be sitting on that couch in one of his oversized shirts, eating a bowl of ice cream and scrolling through pictures of him on your phone.

“Uh, yeah,” you lied. “One of your flannels. It’s cozy. Smells like you too.”

“I miss you,” he sighed. “So much.”

“Me too,” you bit down your lower lip, starting to feel the tears surface. You did miss him. So fucking much.

“Look, Ty’s calling me so I’ve got to go, but promise me you’ll call?” he wondered.

“Promise,” you whispered, the tears beginning to fall down your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he told you before hanging up. As soon as you pulled the phone away from your face, you lost it. You began to cry, burying your face in your hands, sobbing. You didn’t know what to do without him. It felt like an endless cycle of just trying to distract your mind, using anything and everything you keep you from thinking about him, going even as far as getting wasted and winding up in some random dude’s bed. This only made you cry harder, and you didn’t even realize it when Brendon knocked on the door, finally opening it up and noticing you balled up in the corner of the room, phone beside you, crying uncontrollably.

“Hey there,” Brendon’s voice softened, frowning. He crouched down beside you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I don’t know,” you closed your eyes tight, refusing to look up. “I feel so lost and stupid and-”

“Now, now,” he shook his head. “You’re none of those things, y/n.”

“I just miss him so much,” you sniffled. “And he’s not even coming home anytime soon and I’m so afraid of just being left here alone but I feel so guilty and horrible because he’d never forgive me if he found out that I was doing this with you and, I just don’t know. I have a boyfriend, okay? I can’t keep doing this to myself, it’s not right. I feel so guilty and I know it’s not my fault or your fault but I’m just, I’m a mess. A motherfucking mess.”

“It’s going to be alright,” Brendon comforted. “Look, we don’t have to do this. Alright? We can just be friends.”

“W-what?” you stammered, looking up at him, wiping away the tears from your cheeks.

“I didn’t know that you didn’t want me to do that,” he confessed. “Look, I wouldn’t have made any advancements on you that night at the bar if I knew you were still with your boyfriend. I misinterpreted what you said and I’m sorry about that. And I know I probably should not have done what I did last night, in the shower, in bed, all that. But you just got to tell me, okay? Don’t be afraid to say no. I’m not going to get angry at you. We don’t have to have sex or kiss or do any of those things. But we can still be friends, you know? But I also don’t want to leave you here, especially under these conditions. You’re probably still sick, and like you said, he won’t be home any time soon. If you want to stay at my place, that’s great. You can even stay in a separate room if you want, I don’t care. I just want what’s best for you. And I know for sure that’s not staying alone locked up in this house crying.”

“Thank you, Bren,” you mumbled. “But um, I think I just need a little time to myself.”

“Okay,” he nodded slowly. “Um, can I at least give you my number? Just in case?”

“Yeah,” you decided, handing him your phone and letting him type in his number before handing it back to you. “Look, I’m sorry, I just really need to think things through.”

“No, it’s fine,” he reassured. “I understand.”

“Thanks,” you gave a small smile.

“Take care of yourself,” Brendon reminded. He gave a quick wink before getting up and walking out the door, and when you heard the front door shut, knowing he was gone for good, you took a deep breath. You needed to get your head on straight.

However, the next few days, you couldn’t seem to get Brendon out of your mind. It also didn’t help that you accidentally never returned his sweatshirt, or shorts, and you had them neatly folded and sitting on the arm of the couch in the living room, wondering how to either return or get rid of them before Josh came home. Everywhere you went, you heard his voice in your head, imagined his hands on your body, thought about those intense eyes boring into you, unable to get him out of your mind. You tried calling and texting Josh, but it was as if everything had just reverted back. He wasn’t picking up and the time zones probably were all jumbled by now, so it was useless. You found yourself in the shower several days after you had last seen Brendon, the same day when you had last spoken to Josh, letting the water rush over your face, closing your eyes, trying to figure out what to do. You were torn.

It was late at night, middle of the night actually. You were laying in bed, and you couldn’t get him out of your mind. You tried to focus on Josh but you couldn’t. It was like you could still feel the ghost of Brendon’s lips pressed against yours, his body so close to yours, his hands all over you. You thought back to the hickeys that were still left on your neck from the last time you had fucked him, how ashamed you felt when you stared at them in the mirror, yet slightly turned on just at the simple thought of his mouth on your skin. That’s when you came to the idea. You would call both of them. Josh and Brendon. And whoever would pick up your call would be the person you’d go to first.

Your shaky hands picked up the phone, unplugging it from the charger and looking for Josh’s number, then hearing it ring. “Please pick up,” you mumbled, closing your eyes tight. There was a ring. And then another. And another. “Fuck, come on Josh.” Another. Then the familiar greeting. Voicemail. Distraught and frustrated, you hung up, chewing down on your lower lip and then scrolling through your contacts. You couldn’t find Brendon’s name in the search. Odd.

Maybe he misspelled it. You scrolled through your contacts, keeping a close eye for what he could’ve put it down under, and that’s when you saw it. “Best Fuck.” It had to be him. What a cocky move. You rolled your eyes, then rethought your decision, wondering if maybe this was a good idea. Probably not. But then again, it wasn’t like Josh was picking up anytime soon. Hell, he barely even responded to your texts. You closed your eyes tight, not even able to bear watching your finger press down on the call button, then pressed the phone up to your ear. Three rings before he picked up. You cleared your throat. “Hello?” you wondered.

“Hey,” that fucking amazing voice responded. “A bit late in the night to be calling, hmm?”

“I guess,” you bit down on your lip. “Apologies.”

“I’m guessing you’re y/n,” you could practically hear Brendon’s smirk from the other side of the line. “Nice to know that you miss me as much as I miss you.”

“First of all, fuck you,” you narrowed your eyes. “Really? ‘Best Fuck?’ Dick move much?”

“Your words, not mine,” he reassured. “And by the way, I’d love for you to fuck me, baby.”

“Flirt,” you scoffed.

“Well why else would you be calling me in the middle of the night?” he sighed. “I’m not a mind reader, and I haven’t known you for too long, but I’m smart enough to tell when you need a little something, y/n.”

“Okay, maybe I do,” you confessed defeatedly. “I can’t get you out of my mind. And uh, I still have your clothes.”

“My house tomorrow?” he inquired. “We can catch up on things?”

“Tonight?” you dared to ask.

“Wow, you’re that desperate babe?” he chuckled softly. “Well I do love a girl who begs for it.”

“Come on, Bren,” you pleaded. “Stop with the teasing.”

“I’ll be over in five minutes,” he stated. “And you better be undressed by the time I get there. I’m not in the mood to waste time.”

“Anything for you,” you whispered. You heard the click on the other end of the line and you tossed your phone aside, beginning to slide off your clothes, inhaling a ragged breath. Were you seriously doing this? What would Josh think? You shut your eyes tight, shaking those thoughts out of your head. You needed Brendon, even if it was only just for tonight. Just one more night. That’s it.

As soon as you heard the knock on the door, you walked towards it, body shaking with anticipation. When you opened it up, Brendon was standing there, smirking as his eyes trailed down your body. “Looking gorgeous as always,” he mumbled, gazing at you. “Let me in so I can fuck you nice and good, sweetheart.” He took a step inside and you closed the door behind him, then turned around.

“Bedroom?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Of course,” he nodded. “You go in there, lay down on the bed, spread those pretty little legs for me. I’m going to undress myself and I’ll be right there behind you.” Brendon placed a kiss on your lips, snaking his hands down your back to your ass and giving a squeeze before letting go of you, letting you walk towards the bedroom and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

You withdrew a shaky breath as you eased yourself onto the mattress doing as told, thoughts reeling in your mind, still wondering if this was just making everything a million times worse. Why the fuck would you invite Brendon to your apartment? To Josh’s apartment? So you could fuck him in the bed that belonged strictly for you and your boyfriend? The same boyfriend that had been so lovingly devoted to you all these years? You closed your eyes tight and tried to swallow down the thought. Same boyfriend who had left you all alone here, abandoning you for some rich bitch career, probably going to parties and fucking celebrities. No, that wasn’t true. Josh would never do a thing like that. You shut your eyes even tighter, starting to really second guess yourself. Maybe you should tell Brendon to leave and just clear your head for a moment so- before you knew it Brendon was crawling on top of you and kissing your lips, your eyes widening at the realization, then closing your eyes and melting into his touch. Fuck clearing your head. You just needed to forget about everything for now.

“Mmm Bren,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling the latex brush against your folds, his hard on pressed right up to your core.

“I told you I wasn’t in the mood to wait around,” he chuckled softly, trailing his lips down your neck. “I’ve been craving to hear that beautiful voice of yours for days, and then you call me out of the blue, all flustered and worked up, probably just aching for my cock in that pretty little pussy of yours, huh baby?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered as he slid his hands down your sides, then crept them up to your breasts, giving them a squeeze.

“You really want this?” he raised an eyebrow. A sly smile tugs at his lips. “Hell, I bet you’ve fucked your boyfriend in this bed, haven’t you? You naughty girl, you.”

“Please,” you begged. “Brendon I wouldn’t have called you if I wasn’t desperate.”

“Desperate now, are we?” he smirked.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to waste time,” you narrowed your eyes.

“I don’t,” he recalled, kissing your lips and making you gasp loudly as he pushed into you, every inch sliding into your pussy, making you dig your nails into his back. He started to thrust into you fast, making you moan into his mouth, your legs growing weak at the fast pace he was gaining.

“Fuck,” you sighed. “Oh my god.”

“I bet your stupid boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like this, huh?” Brendon laughed, slamming into you at a reckless pace. “He doesn’t treat you like the filthy dirty slut you are. Goddammit, I bet he just spoils you rotten, huh?” He pounds into you, causing you to gasp. “I bet he just eats you out for hours, fucks you nice and slow, peppers kisses all over your body.” He slams into you again and again, making you struggle to catch your breath. “Not with me, y/n. I like to fuck girls so hard they’re sore the next morning.” He digs his fingernails into your shoulders, making you yelp. “Make them remember who they belong to for the night.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“There’s something about being fucked rough that girls just love, don’t they?” he wondered, slamming into you harder and harder. “You just crave it, don’t you? Probably can’t stop thinking about me. You pathetic fucking bitch. Hell, I bet your boyfriend doesn’t even call you those names. He’s too much of a gentleman for dirty talk, huh?” Brendon digs his nails deeper into your skin. “Bullshit.”

“I’m so close-“ you choked out.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. “Let me feel that gorgeous pussy clench around my cock. Do it.”

“Fuck,” you tilted your head back, letting the moan escape your mouth as your orgasmed rushed over you, Brendon relentlessly fucking you until he came too, both of you clinging to each other and rolling your hips up in order to savor those last seconds of bliss before collapsing into each other’s arms. You laid there for a moment before Brendon untangled himself from you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before getting up for a moment, then returning, curling you up to his side. “Holy shit, that was amazing.”

“Yeah it was,” he mumbled. “Fuck, your body works wonders on me y/n.”

“Stay the night?” you pleaded. “With me?”

“Definitely,” Brendon nodded. He pressed a kiss to your lips and then tugged up the blankets, wrapping them around the two of you. “Um…” He looked like he was searching for something within your eyes. “You should uh, probably get some sleep.”

“I know,” you murmured, still staring at him. It looked like he was going to say something else, but he kept silent, so you just closed your eyes and leaned your head against his chest. “Goodnight, Bren.”

“Sleep tight, y/n,” he kissed your head. “Sweet dreams.”

“Take Care” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 800ish

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request from Anon: Can you write a Daryl x reader where they’ve been together since before the outbreak and she’s pregnant. When everyone in the prison is getting sick and he’s freaking out over her and all she’s worried about is him!

Warnings: Fluff

Originally posted by findmeacurebae

You run outside, barely managing to make it before you puke all over the ground. Being pregnant is not fun. You feel like all you can do in these first few months is throw up and feel helpless.

“Disgusting.” You mumble to yourself, falling to your knees.

“Y/N?” Daryl walks up to you as you continue to throw up. You feel weak, something you hate feeling like. You know you’re not, but pregnancy is really taking a toll on you.

“Daryl,” You start to say, but you couldn’t finish your sentence before you started throwing up again. Between the morning sickness and the worry about the epidemic that was going around the prison, it was not a good time for you.

“Come ‘ere.” Daryl brings you closer to him, holding you hair and rubbing your back. All he can do is worry about you. You know it’s just because he cares, but you feel like he needs to take care of himself as well.

The two of you have been together since before the outbreak. You’d grown up together, going to the same school your whole life. He avoided you for a long time before you two got together, as he wanted to try and hide his feelings. He was afraid to love you and he would just push you away every time you got close. After high school, though, the two of you got very drunk one night and slept together, taking his virginity. He admitted the next day that he’d been in love with you his whole life, and the two of you had been together since.

When everyone started getting infected back when the outbreak began, Daryl and Merle took you in and kept you safe the entire time. Merle wasn’t the best guy in the world, but he treated you decently since you were Daryl’s serious girlfriend.

You had found out that you were pregnant a few months ago. You were about four months along now, and although you were thrilled to be having a baby with the love of your life, you definitely had some worries. Not about yourself- everyone here was more than helpful and comforting, making sure that you had everything you needed. You were more worried about Daryl. He wasn’t taking care of himself, he was so stressed about you and the baby.

“Daryl, I’ll be okay.” You attempted to smile at him.

“Ya should go lay down. I don’t want nothin’ to happen to ya.”

“How about we go lay down together?” You suggested.

“Alright,” He puts his arm around you and supports you as he walks to the bed.

“I’ll be okay, I’m not gonna die. And you’re not gonna die either. This’ll pass soon. We’ll get through this, we always do.” You lay down in bed, closing your eyes immediately. All you want to do is sleep.

“I just don’t wanna lose ya.”

“You won’t.”

He kisses your forehead, pulling you closer to him in a spooning position as you rested. You feel him rubbing your stomach, and you smile. He really cares about this baby.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, to either of you.” He whispers in your ear.

“I just don’t want you to be so worried about me that you’re not taking care of yourself. I can’t survive in this world without you, Daryl.” You admit. “I don’t want you to get sick. I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Then ya understand exactly how I feel.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You snuggle up closer to him. “Thanks for being here.”

“Anything for you. I’ll take care of ya till the day I die.”

“At least the little one doesn’t have to experience this yet. He or she is just all content in there, not a worry in the world.” You sigh.

“Little baby has it better than us.” Daryl laughs quietly.

“At least they won’t have to experience normal life before being thrusted into this one. I think that’s the worst part about living this life now, knowing what you had before and reminiscing. Our baby won’t have that, this is all they’ll know. In a way, I think that’s a good thing, especially if the world isn’t ever going to go back to normal.”

“I ain’t ever thought about it that way.”

“Yeah.” You mumble.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well.” Daryl kisses your head.

You drift off to sleep, feeling safe and content in Daryl’s arms, knowing that he would never let anything happen to you.