okay i should go to bed soon

Someone To Lean On

Original request from my babe @gcneral-organa​ -  Hi I’m so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could request a fic? Pietro Maximoff taking care of sick insecure reader? And it’s a little personal but by sick I was hoping you could do like serious-illness-handicapped-chronic-pain-and-not-going-away-anytime soon? If you’re not comfortable with this that’s perfectly okay, I know it’s a weird topic. Pretty please could it end fluffy though? Also could I be put on your tag list if it’s not too much trouble? I love your writing!

A/N: YEs okay, it’s ur friendly neighborhood fic writer coming at you from “It’s Nearly 3am and I Should Be In Bed But I Aint” and ur watching me slowly crumble into the abyss. No, jk. I finally got that last jolt of inspiration I needed to finish this, I’m really sorry about how long it took me to finish. (I honestly wish it were longer but oh well) Thank you so much for the information about chronic pain, I hope you like it!!(Not the pain, the fic, sorry, I’m not always good at words)

Pairing: PietroxReader

Word Count: 926

Warnings: None


Pietro’s voice floats through the hallway and seems to echo in my head, adding to the headache growing behind my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to get up this morning and missed training. Steve or Nat probably sent him to look for me.

“(Y/N), where are you?”

I lay in bed, debating whether or not I should call out and let him know where I am. Just when I decide to let him know, his head appears in my doorway, his expression curious.


“Hey,” He says pushing his way into the room. “Are you okay?” I shake my head, frowning at the twinge of pain the movement produces. “Where does it hurt?”

“Just… everywhere? I don’t know exactly how to explain it.”

“Can you move?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so, no.”

“Would it be alright if I helped you sit up?” I nod and he slowly. He hooks his hands under my arms and gently pulls me up so that I’m sitting up against the headboard of my bed.

“Thank you,” I try to smile at him, but it turns into something closer to a grimace. “What made you come track me down?”

“You never showed up to training today. No one seemed all that concerned, but I was worried, so I figured that I would check up on you to see if you were alright.”

“Thank you, Pietro.”

“It’s no problem, really.” He shakes his head and scratches at the back of his neck. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

“I’m not sure,” I restrain myself from shrugging to avoid further pain. “Could I persuade you to get me some advil?”

“Of course, (Y/N).” He says, his voice gentle. “Is there anything else that might help?”

“Maybe a hot water bottle or one of those fabric rice packs that Steve keeps around? You know, the ones you stick in the microwave for a bit? They always seem to hold heat longer than the water bottles.”

Pietro nods. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I watch as he sprints from the room, leaving some of the papers on the corkboard on my wall swaying in the breeze.

As soon as he’s gone, he’s back again, holding a glass of water in one hand and a couple of gel capsules in the other. He helps me sit up enough to take the pain medication and sits on the bed next to me, gently running his hands through my hair.

“The rice pack is in the microwave and I’ll put the water bottle in as soon as it’s done.”

“Thank you, Pietro.” I smile at him genuinely. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“And yet, here I am, the kindest man in the building, taking care of you when you need it.” He jokingly flips his hair out of his face, earning a quiet laugh from me. He turns his soft smile on me, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. “There is no need to thank me, (Y/N). You needed help and I’m just doing what’s right.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that we’re dating?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

He gasps dramatically, one hand lifted to his chest.

“The very thought that I would ever take care of you just because I feel that there is a romantic obligation is ridiculous.”

I roll my eyes, a smile sneaking onto my face. “Okay, you’ve made your point.”

“Good,” he kisses my forehead before brushing away a few stray strands of hair. “You’re not a burden, (Y/N). You have a chronic illness. You can’t control it and you deserve to have someone taking care of you.” He tilts his head to the side, hearing something that my own ears can’t pick up on. “That should be the rice pack. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He speeds off again and is back within seconds holding the pack of rice all wrapped up in a dish towel.

“Where do you want me to place it?”

“I… My back actually hurts a lot. Would you mind sitting behind me to keep it in place?”

Once again his expression softens and he nods.

He carefully shifts my body so he can sit behind me on my bed. With my body positioned between his legs, he places the rice pack on his chest and helps me lay back on him so that my spine aligns with the pack. He then reaches around me and pulls up the blankets to cover the two of us.

“Is this alright?”

I nod. “This is perfect, thank you.”

“It’s not a problem, printsessa.” He says quietly and presses a soft kiss into my hair.

“Still,” I let my head fall back so that my forehead is pressed to the side of his neck. “I appreciate it a lot.”

“I’m glad that I could be a help to you.” He rests his cheek against the top of my head and I feel him smile. “It’s not often something that I have the opportunity to do.”

I feel my eyelids growing heavy, which is a relief considering the pain still has yet to subside at all. “You like me in the role of damsel in distress do you?”

“Not all the time, but occasionally, yes.”

“Well then I’m glad I have you around,” I smile at the image of Pietro sat on a horse in a full suit of armor. “My knight in shining armor.”

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Do Tell- YoonMin Coming Out

“ I feel like we should tell them what’s going on Jiminie” says Yoongi as they lay in bed after a long day of practice.

“ Are you sure though? Because what if they don’t like it? Will they hate us?” jimin insecurely asked.

“ If they hate us, that’s on them, Im not changing who I am to make them happy.” 

“ Okay, we can tell them soon.” said Jimin.


“ So… when do you think they are going to tell us ?” asked JIn.

“ Lol, when Jimin gets confident.” says Rap Mon

“ Well, I think it’s more of him thinking we’d start to dislike him if we knew.” Jungkook said. 

They were all sitting in the living room, talking about Jimin and Yoongi’s relationship.

“Maybe we should play a prank.” Taehyung said, getting a mischievous look in his eyes.

“ Do tell.” said J hope as they all leaned in

“ Well…” 


“ Okay guys, can we talk to you?” asked Jimin on the way back to the dorm.

“ About what?” asked Rap Monster trying to hold in his laughter

“ Well, we just felt like we should tell you guys this. We are dating” said Jimin, reaching for Yoongi in silent desperation. 

Everyone in the car went silent.

“ Jimin, how long has this been going on?” Asked Taehyung in a dead, serious tone. 

“ 6 months” Yoongi said. 

“ I didn’t ask you. I asked Jimin.” Taehyung snarled at Yoongi.

“ Everyone turned to look at Tae.

“ Why are you so angry?” Asked Jin

“ Im angry because they have been dating for 6 months and hid it from us. You don’t trust us now? What happened to all the years we spent bonding?” 

“ Maybe they were just scared Tae. Give them a break man.” said J hope trying to defuse the fake situation.

“ Or they just don’t care about us or how we feel.”Jungkook said with his head down. 

“ NO, thats not it! We love you guys, why would we not?! I was just nervous that you you guys would hate us.” 

“ Well, to late for that,” said Tae venomously .

“ Dude, calm the fuck down. NO need to say such harsh words like that.” said J hope

“ No, he wants to keep stuff from us so it seems like he doesnt care. Why should I care?!” yelled Tae.

They then arrived at the dorm and Tae stormed out of the car, flinging the door open. 

“ Taehyung. I want to talk to you.” Said Yoongi getting out behind him. 

“ No, fuck that and fuck you quite franky.” he said, finally storing into the house. 

Following him in the other boys make there way next to him. 

“ I told you, I knew this was going to happen.” sad jimin, tears finding their way to his eyes.

“ Shhh, its okay baby boy, lets go in.”said Yoongi, grabbing his hands and leading him through the door. 

“ Taehyung, I still wanna talk to you.” he said but the room was pitch black

“ KIM TAEHYUNG, Get the Fuck-” he started but before he could finish, the lights were switched on there was yelling all around, and a giant banner saying “ Congrats Yoonmin” 

“ So wait, you guys knew the entire time?!” Jimin exclaimed

“ Of course we did, how could you think we wouldn’t?” Asked Jungkook laughing. “ We have been group mates for years. Trainees for longer. We know everything about each other.” 

“ Im just glad that you guys didn’t wait longer, I almost stopped the plan because you took so long.”said Taehyung. 

“ Speaking of which, If you ever say fuck me again, Ill personally throw your ass in a dumpster at the next Jacket shoot.” said Yoongi, glaring at Tae. 

“ I had to make it believable , it worked didn’t it?” he said, smiling

“ Yeah, i almost thought that you were serious. “ said J hope. 

“ Im just glad you guys don’t actually hate us. “ said Jimin. hugging Yoongi from the side. 

“ We could never hate you guys. BUT, if we hear anything, you guys are sleeping outside. “ says Jin

“ Sure, more space to make noise in” said Yoongi 

“ Ewwwww Hyung stop, “ says Rap Montser

“ Okay but Tae, i think the dumpster is calling Now.” Yoongi said as he slowly stalks towards Tae. 

“ Uhm, I have to poop. Bye!” he said, running up the stairs

And jut like that, the boys were back to doing what they do best, supporting eachother. 

Jumbled - Taeyong


• Hi! Could you do a scenario where Taeyong sees his gf’s room and discovers she’s messy, so he wants to tidy everything up. I keep thinking abt that and it’s super cute and funny >

A/N: Sorry if this sucks, I’m not too much of a fluff writer but I figured I’d give it a go… Thanks for requesting! ^-^                                                        -Admin Kay

Originally posted by tayeong

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 769

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Slow- Kol Mikaelson

Warnings- Smut (wrap your pigs in their blankets.)


“Kol, please, come to bed.” You say as you walk down the stairs, what you were wearing was the last straw, if he wasn’t going to come upstairs after seeing you then he can sleep on his damn desk.

“Darling, i’m almost done.”

“I think you should be done now.” His eyebrows raise and he lifts his head. As soon as his eyes land on you his expression changes completely.

“You wore all that,” Ko gestures to you as you walk towards him, “just to get me to come to bed?”

“I want you,” You walk around the desk, sitting on his lap, “to take me to bed.”

“Okay, darling.” He stands up, carrying you, super speed style, to your shared room.

“Kol?” You ask as he sets you on your feet, not missing a beat in undressing himself as you take off the see-through robe.

“Yes, darling?”

“Make love to me.” He smiles and leans down to kiss you. Your hands reach up to cup his cheeks and his pull you towards him.

Your underwear are discarded, along with the stockings, somewhere across the room and his boxers make it to a chair by the bed as you pull him with you onto the bed. Kol’s hands are everywhere, your thighs, pulling them to around his waist, or at your sides as he sucks marks into your neck. Your hands are on him too, one at the back of his head and the other gripping onto his bicep.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” It comes out in a sigh before he falls into you, hips meeting hips, eyes meeting eyes and hands intertwining.

“Kol, move.” And he does just that, thrusting his hips slowly but oh so perfectly. You moan and toss your head back, eyes closing.

“You look so beautiful.” He leans down to place more marks on your neck and you push you hips towards him.


“As you wish, darling.” His hips speed up and you reach up to his back, gripping onto him as you chase your orgasm.

“Kol, Kol.” You start to chant his name and he reaches down to press his thumb into your clit.

“Kol.” You moan as your back arches and you search for a noise to make, any noise to describe this feeling, but nothing comes out, not until he’s there too and you let out a loud noise that sounds like pleasure and relief. Everything he is making you feel.

He falls beside you and you make eye contact. You smile, giggle and he chuckles. He rolls over to kiss you before you stand up, walking quickly to the bathroom.

I was thinking to myself “okay cool I’ve played a bit, I’ve met my advisors, I cornered Varric and interrogated him on every aspect of his life I could, I should go to bed soon since I got that test tomorrow,” and then they done show me that war table with “Hard in Hightown 3: Varric’s Revenge” sprawling naked and crooking a come hither finger at me

If I lost you, I would’ve killed you

Request from : Anonymous

“I almost lost you” - 7

“If you die, I will kill you” - 44

Dan’s POV

“Okay, Phil’s going to be back soon but babe, you know you can call me if you need something call me. I love you” Was the last thing I said to her.

It started last week.

Y/n looked up to me from the bed from under all of the covers. “It’s just a cold, I’m fine. I get them all the time. You know that.”

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. Which was much warmer than it should be. “Okay, get some rest babe. I’ll be back in the afternoon with good food and medicine for you.” I said as I was holding onto her. I squeezed her hand and smiled gently. “I love you.”

Y/n nodded in response. “I love you too. Now go, so you’re not late for your meeting. And the sooner you go, the sooner you come back. It’s not like I’m dying or anything.” She said nonchalantly.

Sternly, I said “Alright fine, I’ll go. But if you die, I will kill you.”

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okay this is tentative BUT in 2015 I started this series of poems called “Instead of Writing Our Breakup Poem” and I didn’t want to compile them until I felt like I was emotionally ready to put this to bed, and I think I’m going to have it together in time to release it in early February as a chapbook (like Small Ghost)! So be on the lookout for that! Preorders should be around sometime soon.

s/o to that person who asked me last month if I’d ever be releasing a happy book of poetry :)))))) maybe later

  • Me: Omfg! TLD was soooo good! I knew I could count on Mofftiss to fix it!
  • Brain: Okay, that's great but you should probably go to bed soon.
  • Me: Okay, just let me log into tumblr...
  • Brain: You know that's not a good ide-
  • Me: Just need to repost a few johnlock hugs and then I'm off to bed.
  • Brain: Liar.
  • Me: Omg! Look at all these great head canons!
  • Brain: HMMPPH! You know you have school tomorrow right?
  • Me: Yea, but... Johnlock!
  • Me: Just one more hug gifse-
  • Me: ...
  • Brain: ...
  • Me: ...
  • Brain: ...
  • Me: Just this last fan art.
  • Brain: *Screams angrily in defeat*

I’m going to bed soon but I’m gonna make a bunch of prompts with my ocs using this generator

u should send me either oc combinations or pairings/characters from other things!!

but otherwise, goodnight everyone!! i hope u had a day as amazing as your smile (which is as lovely as the sun, btw) and that, if u didn’t, u know that u can make it through these tough times!! u are strong enough to make it, whether you know it yet or not. it may take a while, but i promise you will be okay again one day

let’s see the sun rise again together, alright?


brain: draw an otp pose from this post for multiple noelian ship universes

me: why

brain: you gotta

(in order; 1. howard & vince 2. kate!noel & julian 3. dan & jones 4. pete & stitch :3c)

as always with sets there are captions and they’re pretty good so u should read them~

“gravity falls” so far

stan: i missed u brother, give me a hug

ford: no, get the fuck out of my house

stan: i will now tell u all my incredibly sad background story

mabel: dipper, lets not be stupid like they were, okay?

dipper: lol sure w/e sis

dipper: who wants to play this nerdy board game with me?

mabel: no one

ford: i will, and now we’re bonding i guess

ford: dipper, this is a super dangerous secret thing i’m showing you now in my basement. don’t fucking tell anyone about this or i’ll kill u

stan: i will run for mayor now

stan: nvm, that was stupid

gideon: my complicated plan didn’t work. time to summon triangle man

ford: u kids know this symbol??

mabel and dipper: who hasn’t at this point

ford: we need unicorn hair to paste on my house


ford: dipper let’s go to another secret room in my house and strap on a machine on your head that will most likely not kill u

dipper: okay

dipper: hey, what’s ur deal with bill btw

ford: shut up


mabel: turns out unicorns are assholes so i killed all of them. here’s ur unicorn hair

ford: excellent, we’re safe now


“Injured” + “Sick in bed” - Junhoe

“Y/n! I’m bringing your soup.” Junhoe shouted from the kitchen as you lay sick in bed. You’d been sick for about a week now and Junhoe had devoted all his free time to taking care of you. “Here you go.” He set the bowl down on the bedside table and climbed into bed next to you. “Oh, crap you know, I forgot a spoon.” You hated Junhoe doing every little thing for you, you figured you could easily get a spoon.

“June, it’s fine. Let me do something for myself.” You pulled back the covers and slowly stood up. You went to walk a few steps but soon fell to the floor. You’re body too weak from being in bed for so long. “Y/n! Are you okay? You should’ve just let me get it for you.” He helped you up and noticed you were grabbing your wrist. “Is it your wrist? Here, get back in bed, I’ll get some ice and a bandage.” He helped you back into bed and quickly ran for the ice and bandage.

He came back and put the ice on your wrap, then wrapping the bandage around it. “What am I gonna do with you? I might just have to become your permanent nurse or something.” He smiled, kissing your forehead, then grabbing the bowl from the table. “Now here, sit back and enjoy the soup.” “Thank you. Sorry I’m so accident prone.” “It’s okay, I like taking care of you.”