sleeping beside you

What each zodiac reminds me of:

Aries: random sparks of energy, doodling at night, warm coffee, martial arts, meaningful hugs.

Taurus: laughing so bad you can’t breathe, sentimental conversations, pumpkin muffins, music played loud, family reunions.

Gemini: Wikipedia searches, cute faces, extravagant places, house parties, understanding smiles.

Cancer: pancakes, shy appearance, libraries, fantasy books, seashells with pearls

Leo: fashion walks, old memories, stability, black and white photographs, genuine expressions.

Virgo: newly bought books, home interiors, accepting yourself, strange calming songs, owls and trees.

Libra: marmalade, yellow sunrises, free horses, kind gestures, freshly painted walls.

Scorpio: sitting beside a window at night, passionate and intense conversations, surprise gifts, gentle cuddles, smirking.

Sagittarius: hiking, curiosity, rock/alternative music, sculptures, history textbooks.

Capricorn: writing a journal, family dinners, watching your favourite series, silent communication, flowery fields.

Aquarius: clouds on a nice day, sparkling eyes, goofy jokes, debates, extreme sports/skydiving.

Pisces: group projects, foreign languages, humanitarian works, poetry, when your pet(s) sleep beside you.

Please, understand this: you will always be alone. I don’t mean it as a depressing truth or a cruel mockery, but that’s just the way things are. The reality is we all will be always and forever alone with our minds. Regardless of the person sleeping beside you, regardless of the loved one hugging you, there’s nothing inside of you but yourself.
You born and die alone, and you have to learn to live with it.
And love it.
—  Sophia Carey

“I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.
Tell me why you loved them,
then tell me why they loved you.

Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through.
Tell me what the word home means to you
and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name
just by the way you describe your bedroom
when you were eight.

See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,
and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.

Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain
or bounce in the bellies of snow?
And if you were to build a snowman,
would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms
or would leave your snowman armless
for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would,
would you notice how that tree weeps for you
because your snowman has no arms to hug you
every time you kiss him on the cheek?

Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?
Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad
even if it makes your lover mad?
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion
or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,
and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy
when she spoke it for the very first time.

I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.
Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.
Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old
beating up little boys at school.

If you were walking by a chemical plant
where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds
would you holler “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud
or would you whisper
“That cloud looks like a fish,
and that cloud looks like a fairy!”

Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?
Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?
And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me —
how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?

See, I wanna know if you believe in any god
or if you believe in many gods
or better yet
what gods believe in you.
And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself,
have the prayers you asked come true?
And if they didn’t, did you feel denied?
And if you felt denied,
denied by who?

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling good.
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day you’re feeling bad.
I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.

If you ever reach enlightenment
will you remember how to laugh?

Have you ever been a song?
Would you think less of me
if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key?
And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry
I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me
who have learned the wisdom of silence.

Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?
And if you do —
I want you to tell me of a meadow
where my skateboard will soar.

See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.
I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,
and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.
I wanna know if you bleed sometimes
from other people’s wounds,
and if you dream sometimes
that this life is just a balloon —
that if you wanted to, you could pop,
but you never would
‘cause you’d never want it to stop.

If a tree fell in the forest
and you were the only one there to hear —
if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound,
would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist,
or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

And lastly, let me ask you this:

If you and I went for a walk
and the entire walk, we didn’t talk —
do you think eventually, we’d… kiss?

No, wait.
That’s asking too much —
after all,
this is only our first date.”

—  Andrea Gibson
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there was a long thought process when I first watched this scene that eventually led to “what if Jay had that teddy bear when he was born” and so this happened

bonus flashback! pls don’t judge me I can’t draw babies?

Obey (Jimin/Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Prompt: OH GOD WEREWOLF JIMIN AU SMUTSMUTSMUT I’m trash for dominant werewolf Jimin + Can you please write a smut (werewolf! jimin and reader) where he goes into heat, and gets really horny/possessive with the reader? Thank you very much~

Genre: Smut - Werewolf!AU (In Heat)

Words: 2.1K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Everyone has a bit of sadistic nature buried deep within the confines of their most intimate desires, a dark sensation that consumes the mind, body, and soul when the time is right. For Park Jimin, that animalistic desire was something that had cursed him since the day he first turned eighteen years old, a spark reigniting with each full moon. It devoured him whole, taking complete control of his body until he could quench the nearly insatiable thirst for dominance. 

Tags: Dom!Jimin, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sub!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Dirty Talk, etc. 


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Here comes dat Spoi!!!!

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Bts reaction to their s/o kissing them awake

Seokjin: You’d give Jin many little kisses all around his beautiful face after you woke up and found him still asleep. After just a few seconds he’d open his eyes and start smiling like a little kid on Christmas. “Ahhh Jagi, I love you so much!” he’d whisper in your ear and cuddle you while placing sloppy kisses all over your neck. 

“That was such a sweet way to wake me up, how about I make your day sweet too?”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Namjoon: You’d see Namjoon sleeping peacefully beside you. This beautiful image reminds you of how lucky you are to have him. You slowly start kissing him, a deep kiss full of love. Namjoon would wake up immediately and smirk into the kiss while sitting up and pulling you on top of him. The little make out session in the morning would  make him a little bit horny, so he stops you before it’s too late.

“Well… This was nice, baby but I really need to go. I love you we continue this later!”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Yoongi: Seeing Yoongi’s slow breath and his cute looks you’d start approaching him and lay your head on his chest. In his sleep Yoongi hugs you tight. You feel so loved, warm and secure that you give him your softest kiss that waked him up a little bit. Sleepy as fuck, Yoongi would kiss you back but then lay his head on your boobs using them as a pillow to keep on sleeping. You’d stroke his hair as you hear him mumble in his sleep.

“I love you”. 

Originally posted by kpoop

Hoseok: Hoseok would be super surprised as your sweet kiss wakes him up. You were already watching him for a while and seeing the time you realized that he needs to wake up. Being flustered Hobi starts laughing and kissing you back leading it to a little make out session that lasted about 10 minutes. Out of breath you two would stop to get ready.

“Ahhh, I really like mornings like these.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: Taehyung would be the most startled. Waking up confused as fudge he’d not kiss you back until he properly wakes up and realizes who the heck you are. After that he kisses your whole face giggling after every single kiss. He’d slowly move from your face to your neck and starts to please you right.

“Do you like that, y/n? I need to give you something back”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin: This guy would be such a sweetheart, a real angel. Feeling your lips on his Jimin would his you back in his sleep until he finally wakes up and starts to cuddle you. After hugging you tight and warm, he pulls you into his lap and kisses you softly and deep while holding your face in his hands.

“I love you so much, do you know that?”

Originally posted by itschiminie

Jungkook: Jungkook is laying beside you, sleeping peacefully with his messy hair looking so breathtaking. Your kiss would wake him up instantly. Realizing where the heck he was and in which century he’d start giggling like a little girl and blushing hard which makes his face have a soft pink tone. He kisses you, still giggling.

“Why are you so incredibly cute?”

Originally posted by ultranicolet

aaaand I’m back hope you liked the reaction! btw i didn’t read it again so sorry if there are any mistakes, my creativity just starts working after 12 pm and I’m veryyy tired..

Imagine…


It’s a sunny Saturday morning, the sun is just peaking through a gap between your cream coloured curtains, illuminating your room. You smile to yourself, as you stir in your sleep, replaying the events of last night…where you celebrated with your friends until early hours of the morning.


You roll over onto your side, your lips tugging into an even larger smile as you admire the sleeping man beside you. You watch as his chest rises and falls, his dark brown locks twisted in such a way that they fall perfectly over his closed eyes. God. His eyes. When they were open you felt safe in his chocolaty orbs. You felt protected and at home. You loved them.


You took note of how the sun highlighted every dent and every crevice in his supple creamy skin. You noticed every mole and every freckle that dotted his jaw. Lifting a hand, you reached out and softly stroked back some hair that covered his face…and wondered….


How did you get so lucky?

“How long are you gonna lay there for just staring at me?” He mumbled, his voice low and gravelly. You grinned, pressing a kiss to his nose before pulling back and watching as his eyelids fluttered open to reveal his beautiful brown eyes.

“For as long as you’ll let me darling” you murmur back, reaching out to intertwine your fingers. Tom smiled at you briefly, before snaking an arm around your waist.


“Then stare forever, because I don’t want you looking at anyone else that way” he whispered, his British accent breaking through. You softly touched his cheek, savouring the feel of his skin beneath your fingertips. You bit your lip, looking your boyfriend directly in the eyes.


“I wouldn’t dream of it…”

BTS Reaction | Drunk Sex

Request:  Um…hi… I was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction, where they got drunk and you had sex… I would like to see their reaction the next morning. I hope whatever I said makes sense… I love your blog btw. ❤

A/N: Thank you for the request (sorry it took a while)

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2. bts // waking them for sex

JIN

 it would happen the night of a concert. when you would be backstage, watching him perform, looking at his entire body. the way his body would twist and turn made heat rush to your core. afterwards, he would be too tired for sex and just wanted to sleep, which you respected but your core did not. he layed peacefully beside you, soft snores coming out of his mouth as you lay awake with your thighs pressing tight together. finally, you couldn’t help it, you needed him.
“jin. jin.”
he blinked a few times, trying to wake up enough to know what was happening, “y/n? what’s wrong?”
“i’m horny.”
his eyes would widen at first, but then a smirk would play along his lips.
“ okay baby, but just so you know, you’ll be getting a punishment. you should know not to wake daddy up after a show.”

Originally posted by doona-baes

YOONGI

 now, we should all know how much yoongi loves his sleep. so, when you would be laying beside him, very early in the morning, needing him, it would be difficult to get what you want. in the back of your mind you knew you shouldn’t wake him, he’s been working hard these past few days so he should get some rest. but the aching that was in your core needed to be dealt with. “yoonnnggiii.” at first, he would be reluctant to wake him. he would shrug your hand off of him and push his head father into the pillow. 

 "yoongi. please.“ you whined. 

 "what?”

 "i need you really fucking badly.“ he wouldn’t understand at first, but then he would feel you slightly grind up against him. a little grin would spread across his face, knowing exactly what you wanted. 

“fine. but next time you want me to fuck you, please don’t wake me up." 

Originally posted by kpoop

 NAMJOON

 waking him would be fairly easy since he is always in the mood for sex. he is also a light sleeper. so whenever you would stay awake at night, thinking about namjoon himself, you just had to wake him. 

“namjoon.” you would have to say once.

“mmh yeah?” 

“i can’t stop thinking about the way you fill me up.” his cock would start to twitch at your words as he turned over and looked at you, his eyes filled with lust.

“oh jagi, i fill you so good.” a smirk evident on face as he climbed on top of you.

Originally posted by rapgodv

hoseok

 he would be working all day and all night on his mixtape, determined to finish it and produce it. so, when one night he actually came home to his bed, you couldn’t help but be horny. you haven’t seen him in a long time and you needed to be pleasured. you would feel bad for waking him, but you needed him. 

“hoseok, babyyy.” 

“mmh.” he wouldn’t want to wake up at first, but then he would feel you slowly creep your hand down to his cock and palm him. “what are you doing?”

“i haven’t seen you in a long time, i’ve missed you.” he would soon get the idea and realize himself that he hasn’t gave you pleasure in a long time.

“im sorry jagiyah, let me make it up to you.”

Originally posted by yoonseokismyreligion

JIMINIE

 it would happen the night of him taking you to dance practice with him. you would sit on the floor, watching for hours, sweat dripping down him from working so hard. you watched all of his muscles flexing and turning, making a burning heat run through your entire body. you couldn’t wait to get him home to you could get what you needed. you were disapointed though when you actually got home, he was too tired and just showered and passed out on the bed. but the heat inside of you didn’t leave and you didn’t want to wake him so, you took matters into your own hand. you trailed your hand down to your core and started circling your clit. your movements would wake him, he would be confused at first but, you didn’t stop.

“wait, stop. let me take care of you kitten.” 

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

TAEHYUNG

 he would come home from tour, he had missed you so much, but he was also very tired. he would spend an hour with you or so before passing out on the couch. you were a little upset, you were sick and tired of using your vibrator to replace him. so when he came home you were extremely needy but he needed his sleep. you sat beside him, continuing the movie you guys had been watching but as asson as a sex scene came on, you lost it. you wanted him, you needed him. you practically jumped on him, making him bolt awake. you started grinding slightly and kiss his neck, making him groan. 

“god, have i missed you.” he would groan out.

Originally posted by cyyphr

JUNGKOOK

 i he would wake you up first, not purposefully though, he would be having a wet dream. he would be gridning his cock into your side and moaning into your ear. at first, you thought he was awake, feeling the extremely hard cock on your thigh, but it dawned onto you that he was asleep when you kept saying his name and he wasn’t responding. the feel of his cock on you made a shiver run through your body, straight to your heat. you would turn around to face him, grabbing his cock and sliding your hands over his chest. he would wake up from the feeling with a moan.

“ah jagiii, you treat me so well.” 

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

Gladiolus

  • It would honestly take a little while for the two of you to find out how it is the most comfortable for you both to sleep. Mostly because Gladio is so large that he takes up most of the bed.
  • There would be several occasions that you would fall out of bed and would hit the ground with a thud loud enough to wake Gladio. He would apologise profusely whilst he got to work covering all your sore spots with plasters and bandages.
  • In the end, Gladio would happily have you pulled over his body like you were his duvet. The blankets would be thrown to the ground forgotten and you would straddle his form, sleeping soundly for the first time in a long time.
  • It works out because Gladio doesn’t really move around too much in his sleep, there would maybe be one occasion where in his sleep the large man would roll over and crush you but it would take a couple of your sharp nails sunk into his form to finally wake him up.
  • Not really a surprise that Gladio runs a pretty warm temperature all the time, sometimes it would make it impossible for you both to sleep, sometimes just opting to sleep away from each other – no sleep doesn’t make a good warrior, although Gladio does miss you sleeping beside him.

Ignis

  • Ignis is always the big spoon. Holding you close to his body and pressing his face into your back. The only time that Ignis really sleeps soundly is when you are by his side because only then he knows that you are safe and well.
  • It takes a long time for Ignis to warm up, so expect lots of blankets even on an incredibly warm night. Usually, if you’re suffering from the heat Ignis is willing to throw a blanket or two away and even leave a window open if you’re very lucky.
  • Although he doesn’t look like he would be too much of a comfortable body to sleep beside Ignis is actually very soft and comfortable, wonderful and comforting to have his arms wrapped around you.
  • Unfortunately, you will always wake up the next morning and Ignis will already be gone leaving you alone in a cold bed. Usually making breakfast for everyone and if you are really lucky and stay in bed long enough he will bring a very full plate to you whilst humming to wake you up.
  • If you are lucky enough to actually wake up before Ignis you had to have the very rare pleasure of seeing the handsome man without his glasses on. Squinting his eyes as he looks at you, but still complimenting you for you beautiful morning glow. Always finding a way to make you blush.

Noctis

  • Before the two of you fall asleep Noctis would spend a lot of time getting the bed ready whilst you would get yourself ready for bed. The Prince spent a lot of time in bed and knew just how to have the pillows and the sheets so that you would both sleep peacefully through the night.
  • If the two of you stay up late playing King’s Knight it certainly matters how competitive the two of you get during the game as it is all dependant on if you two will sleep together facing each other, or facing away from each other. Gladio will call you both a couple of kids and just laugh at your petty attitudes.
  • It will be almost impossible to wake up Noctis in the morning, but you’ll be the only one who knows the right way to wake him up. The only time that the Prince will be happy to wake up is when it’s you there to greet him.
  • Noctis enjoys sleeping on his back and he does snore slightly, sometimes he’ll even mutter things in his sleep, things that are playing on his mind worrying him deeply which often keeps you up at night too. Sometimes it seemed like nothing bothered Noct but others it seemed like the world was weighing on his shoulders.
  • On the very rare occasion that Noctis is up and about before you. He spends time getting everyone ready for you both to head out. At first, it takes him a long time but the more time you spend together the more expert that Noctis gets about it. Noct is a quick learner.

Prompto

  • There is no doubt that Prompto is a little spoon. Wrap the little blonde up in your arms and keep him warm and safe at night. Whether it be in a bed in a hotel, or both of you wrapped up in the same sleeping bag, you have both your arms and legs wrapped around his toned form and he adores it.
  • It really depends on what type of mood that Prompto is in, but usually, you’ll wake up to a camera in your face whilst Prompto is trying to get the best candid shot of you sleeping, usually very disappointed when your eyes finally flutter open and look at him with confusion.
  • Once the blond is finally up, you usually find it hard to sleep because Prompto is very impatient wanting nothing more than to speak to you about meaningless things: I wonder what the rest of the boys are doing now. I wonder what we’re going to do today. I wonder what’s for breakfast.
  • Sometimes you’ll hear Prompto speaking in his sleep, most of the time it is unintelligible but sometimes it is some kind of nightmare that makes you worry, shaking Prompto until he finally wakes up in a cold sweat. As usual, you wrap your arms around him and cradle the poor boy until he finally falls asleep.
  • As the two of you are falling asleep you will both talk abut meaningless little things, giggling and laughing at little jokes. Just spending some time winding down together after a long day, holding each other close and just enjoying each others company wondering how you had got so lucky.

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Was, Wasn’t.

Summary: He was never really yours anyway.

Warnings: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. and swearing, light smut.

A/N: wooo it took me two days to write this. this my entry for @whothehellisbella‘s Cool Times Summer Jamz Mix Writing Challenge! 
My song was Final Song by MØ and I hope I did it justice



You never noticed how the grey clouds highlighted the sky.  How through their shadows and darker outlines only made the white, the purity, stand out.

The rubble that had fallen on you had no effect anymore. Your body had become numb a long time ago, something you assumed was the last gift the world presented you with. Making sure your death wasn’t that painful.

You were aware of the body next to you, groaning and crying out in pain, in despair for some kind of help, but that’s all it was. Despair.

 He too had been there with you, he too had been under the rubble, but his strength prevented him from giving up. His lower body was probably as crushed as yours was, but all you could do was watch the sky. 

All you could do was watch the sky.

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Mood: sitting in your flat in Edinburgh, it’s dusk and raining. Your window is open and you can smell the atmosphere. You can hear people chit chatting in the street. There is a lamp on, and the room is illuminated with soft, warm light. You have a warm cup of coffee and your laptop. The cat is sleeping beside you. You crack open a textbook and start taking notes. You are listening to your favourite playlist in the background. All is right where it should be, and you’re content. Life is good.

How the paladins react to you going missing.

I thought I’d try something different because I’m edgy. Enjoy!


Shiro:

      • All of a sudden, he completely loses his chill.

      • Like, to the point where even Coran is shocked.

      • He spends most of his time ordering the others around, telling them where to stand and what to do to make your rescue quicker.

      • Really turns into a leader. He just wants you found.

      • “They’ll be fine. They’re a fighter.”

      • “I should have been protecting them. I should have been there.

      • Plenty of guilt.

      • Short temper.

      • Crying when he’s on his own.

        Keith:

      • When he initially finds out, he doesn’t really believe it.

      • He’s so used to you coming home from missions and greeting him with that big kiss, that you not coming home just seems a little … surreal.

      • He waits for you for a little while. The others are trying to tell him that you’re not coming back and that they need to start a rescue plan.

      • Once the denial is gone, the anger takes it place.

      • Like Shiro, he just loses control.

      • Keith’s anger is more aimed at himself, though, and he shows it through silence.

      • He literally just sits and plans the rescue, and don’t dare think for a minute that he didn’t try and leave the castle in the middle of the night because he thought the planning was useless.

      • He just wants you home. Hunk had to stop him before he could leave the ship.

      • “I’ve lost everyone. I can’t lose them. I won’t.

      • Not believing the promises the others give him when they assure him you’ll be coming home.

      • Punching random things.

        Lance:

      • For once, Lance is silent.

      • He doesn’t really know what to do with himself. Like ???? How can theu just be gone???

      • He’s surprisingly calm, although on the inside he is fReAkInG oUt.

      • He basically agrees to any suggestion anybody gives because he just wants to get out there and rescue you.

      • “You don’t look okay, man.”

      • “I’m fine!”

      • Him truly believing it was his fault. Like, with Shiro and Keith that’s just kind of expected because of their past, but Lance genuinelywalks around for days thinking he has killed the love of his life.

      • He tries to make people believe he is okay and still cracks jokes, but there’s a dullness to them that everybody picks up on.

      • Far away glances.

      • His smile fading when he thinks nobody is looking.

      • Promising to find you every night as if you can hear him.

      • He cries once when it gets too much for him.

        Hunk:

      • He gets energetic. Not in a good way.

      • Like, it’s all adrenaline. As soon as the news is given to him that you were captured, he just gets jumpy.

      • “Let’s go! Y/N doesn’t have all day! Come on, come on, come on!”

      • He gets confused when people tell him that there’s a strong chance you won’t make it out alive.

      • “What do you mean? They’ll be fine. They’re always fine.”

      • Laughing and joking, suddenly growing very loud. Everybody notices the slight waver in his laugh.

      • He truly believes you’re okay until the days start to pass and nobody has a clue where you are.

      • He gradually gets quieter and quieter until it’s a difficult task getting him to speak at all.

      • He refuses to sleep in the bed you two shared.

      • Instead, he sleeps beside Lance.

      • “I hope you don’t mind. I need to hug something.”

      • Lip quivers.

      • Glossy eyes.

      • Late nights spent thinking about the state you must be in.

        Pidge:

      • She isolates herself like no other.

      • After she is told that you were captured, she simply nods, turns around and walks into her room, locking the door behind her.

      • Looks for anything to distract herself with. She hates feeling empty.

      • Tries to hack into every piece of technology you have on you.

      • When it doesn’t work, she gets angry and starts to destroy things.

      • “Pidge! Pidge, stop!”

      • “I told them not to turn their head set off! I told them!”

      • Getting frustrated at little things.

      • Stammering over her own words.

      • Daydreaming.

      • Fiddling with her finger nails. She just wants something to hold onto.

      • Suddenly not knowing how to dress or how to style her hair. You used to help her pick out her outfits and cut her hair for her when it got too long.

      • Now that you’re gone, she’s a little oblivious to what style is.

      • Writing and drawing out detailed plans for your rescue.

      • Swearing on graves that she will find you and she will kill whoever hurt you.

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Can I have when it's like in the middle of the night and the Paladin's S/o just gets up from the bed and leaves the room, only to get a cup of water or something and the Paladins wake up only to see that their s/o isn't at their side, freaks out, only to find them in the kitchen with a cup of water in their hands.. Sorry if this is long

Hey it’s mod Enki! This is really super cute so it’s gonna be like a tiny drabble for each! I’m sorry this is so long orz I kinda got carried away. 

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Shiro: 

You woke up with the taste of dried spit and left over whatever you had for dinner. Space goo again? You could have sworn it was something different this past time. Either way, it didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth. With what little light in the room you looked to your side to see Shiro comfortably asleep next to you, his head on your shoulder. Even though you hated to disturb him from his sleep, you needed to get a glass of water. You were a little hot, too, from being so close to him while you slept. With a sigh you gently wiggled your way from out of the covers and out of the bed. As soon as your bare feet hit the cold floor you shivered. Suddenly you weren’t so hot anymore and even debated going back to bed. The grimy taste in your mouth told you otherwise and you headed to the door. 

Once out of the room you flinched at the bright lights in the hallway almost bumping into a few things as your eyes adjusted. Even as you got used to the bright lights, you still stumbled your way to the kitchen like a drunkard. Fumbling with the light switch you managed to light the kitchen. It didn’t take you too long to get a nice refreshing glass of water and you pretty much downed it in one go. 

However, when you turned around to refill your glass you practically jumped three feet in the air as you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t manage to hold on to your glass in your fright and it fell right out of your hands. You fumbled trying to properly catch it until your hands managed to get purchase on the slippery glass. A low chuckle resounded to your side and you almost jumped again. Instead you turned to face the source only to see none other than your loving boyfriend, in the same groggy state as you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, his voice low and a little scratchy.

“I don’t think startle really covers it.” You replied clearly exasperated. “I would phrase it more like… scared the living shit out of me.” 

He chuckled again putting his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay, I got it. Next time I’ll send you a letter before I enter a room.”

“Oh ha ha…” You mocked sarcastically. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“I woke up and couldn’t feel you next to me and got worried. Sounds a little silly I know.” 

“I see, then I guess the next time I leave the bed I’ll be sending you a letter of warning.” You said quoting his earlier remark. He just shook his head before letting out a yawn. It wasn’t long before you were yawning, too. Setting down the glass you shuffled your way over to him, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Let’s just go to bed already, I’m cold.” You mumbled. 

“Alright.” Shiro pressed a kiss to your forehead before the two of you headed back to his room for some much needed rest. 

Lance:

It was probably the dead of night when you woke up, annoyed by the boy sleeping beside you. He was practically sprawled out on the bed and kicking you in the side. All the blankets were bunched up onto you and clearly overheating you to the point of being pretty uncomfortable. You angrily shoved the blankets off of you and onto Lance who was dead ass asleep and drooling onto the bed. A sigh forced it’s way out of you and you tried to think of how exactly you were going to get out of the bed with the mess of a boy beside you. You debated just shoving him off the bed entirely so you could just get out easily. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even wake up if you did. 

As tempting as it was, you weren’t that mean. Or you were and you just didn’t have the energy to move his dumb ass. Either way you managed to escape from the bed and exit out into the hallway. You were too god damn hot and needed to get something that could cool you down. The lights of the hallway were probably even more annoying than Lance’s sleeping habits at the moment and you squinted to make sense of your surroundings. 

“Stupid lights…” You mumbled to yourself as you finally made your way to the kitchen. 

You perked up as soon as you got your water and felt the cool liquid slide down your throat. It was so simple yet so refreshing to you. You sighed contently and just stood there for a second, relishing in the peace you had found in the dead of night. That is, before you felt two arms wrap around you and a face bury itself in your neck. 

“Y/n…. Come back to bed. You scared me I thought you were gone.” Lance mumbled. 

“You’re so dumb sometimes… I just needed a glass of water.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grasp. His grip was too solid though and you had no choice but to give up. 

“Y/n…” He mumbled your name again and you couldn’t help but realize how ironic it was. He never wanted to cuddle you in bed but suddenly he was all over you. 

“Well I can’t go back to bed if you keep holding me like this.” You said trying to shove him away. 

He seemed to comply this time and let go, eyes still closed, almost like he was sleep walking. You took him by the hand and led him out of the kitchen and back to bed where you two could hopefully get some more sleep. 

Keith:

When you woke up you were surprisingly comfortable, tangled up in the sheets with Keith and head resting on his chest. You sat there for a second just listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing. Everything seemed just perfect until you realized just how thirsty you were. It was that kind of thirst that you could feel all the way to the back of your throat. It was bothering you more and more every second you sat there just dealing with it. You really didn’t want to get up, it broke your heart to leave your boyfriend as he was probably having one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s had in a while. But man, you were thirsty as hell and there was no way you could go back to sleep now. 

You begrudgingly got out of bed, untangling yourself from the covers and from Keith. He looked so cute in his sleep so you quickly kissed his cheek before you made your way out into the hallway. The lights blinded you and you really regretted getting out of bed. But you had come this far so there was no way you were going back now. You zombied your way to the kitchen and managed to down two whole glasses of water before you heard someone running down the hall. 

Sitting on the counter you just shrugged before downing another glass and setting it down beside you. A yawn escaped your lips and you could’ve sworn you heard someone calling your name. You listened again and you heard it call a second time, a little louder this time. It wasn’t hard to recognize and you almost hit yourself for thinking he wouldn’t notice you leaving. 

“Keith…!” You beckoned from the kitchen. It wasn’t long before you could hear the taps of his feet as he made his way to you. He called out your name again when he entered the kitchen and you noticed how his expression turned from a scowl to a more relieved one. 

“Wow, I didn’t think you would notice me gone for literally five minutes.” You said laughing a little.

“I was worried something happened to you!” He defended himself. “You should’ve told me where you were going.”

“I was gone for five minutes, Keith.” You said. 

“Still…” He mumbled. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okaaaaay.” You drawled getting down from the counter. “You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you up!” 

“Oh whatever.” He huffed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“Whatever you saaaay.” You laughed lightly, trailing after him and back to bed.

Hunk:

As much as you loved Hunk, he radiated nothing but heat when you two cuddled and while you were 100% okay with this you were really feeling the heat right about now. It was late, everyone was surely asleep by now which meant you could wander the castle in whatever gross sleep state you were in right now. Sweat collected on your back and forehead and you really needed to cool off right about now. You wiggled out of your lover’s grasp and hated to part him while he was so contently sleeping. But when you’re gross and sweating and extremely hot it literally feels like the worst. 

You really preferred to be cold most of the time because it was really easy to just cuddle up with Hunk to get warm. It’s a whole different story for when your were hot though. When your feet touched the nice cool floor you really debated just laying on it for like an hour to properly cool off. But it didn’t really sound like something you had the patience for. A nice glass of water sounded way more appealing than just laying on the ground feeling like you’re dying. 

So you stepped out into the hallways and absorbed the shock of the lights and nice cool air blowing over your body. Once you were done bathing in this new found bliss you headed down to the kitchen. It still smelled of whatever goodies Hunk had managed to cook up for dinner when you entered it. You smiled to yourself as you stood in the kitchen with a nice glass of water. 

Closing your eyes you could’ve sworn you could fall asleep just standing up. However a warm voice pulled you from your sleepy stupor. 

“Of course I would find my favorite person in my favorite place.” Hunk said entering the kitchen. You looked at him with surprise before breaking into a small smile.

“Oh, what are you doing up?” You asked. 

“I mean I woke up and you weren’t there suddenly. It’s just a little scary you know?” He said scratching the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve woken you up then. I needed to cool off for a second.” You said sheepishly. “I’m done now though, so let’s go back to bed.”

“Sounds good to me.” 

The two of you walked back to bed, hand in hand humming a tune the both of you vaguely knew. It wasn’t long before you were back to cuddling and sweet dreams.

Pidge:

It was one of those rare occasions that Pidge was asleep next to you at a reasonable hour. You were very grateful to be blessed with this opportunity to finally cuddle your girlfriend after a long week of missions and helping out around the castle ship. Everything was perfect. Well, almost everything… You were sleeping so soundly that you managed to drool all over the pillow and now your mouth felt as dry as a desert. Dried spit didn’t taste too well and it really did bother you. 

Pidge probably wouldn’t take too kindly to your gross slobber breath or the fact that you drooled all over the pillow. So you wiggled out of bed and flipped over the pillow to the dry side of it. Your first task was done so now you were one to accomplish the next. You stepped out into the bright ass hallway and instantly regretted it. You stumbled around like you were afflicted with some sort of illness. In fact, you took you the longest time to get used to these blinding lights. 

You weren’t too fond of the lights in the hallway so you didn’t even bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. It seemed like a much better idea to just let the lights from the hallway filter into the kitchen. The darkness of the kitchen was comforting and it helped keep you groggy enough to be ready to fall back to sleep the second you got in bed. 

As soon as you got your water you quickly downed it to re-hydrate your mouth. It was nice and refreshing, although a little cold making you shiver a bit. Turning on your heel you were about to head back to the room when you saw a figure in the door way. You let out a mixture of startled noises before realizing it was just Pidge. She started at you with a blank expression. 

“Did you drool all over the pillow again?” She asked. You could practically feel your heart stop.

“Nooo?” 

“Y/n, you only get a glass of water after you drool in your sleep.” She added, completely trapping you.

“Fine, you got me. I’ll wash the pillow case in the morning.” You admitted. “Why are you up anyways. You never come after me just for drooling on a pillow.”

“It just scared me that you weren’t beside me while I slept like you always are.” She mumbled. “I had a bad dream.”

You smiled and went to hug her from behind. She sniffled a bit and you squeezed her a little harder. 

“You’re just the only one I have left.” 

“Don’t worry, Pidge. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Skulls and Roses ☠️🥀 (Part Five)

Jeon Jungkook

Tattooist AU!. College Au!

Genre: Fluff? - I guess, Tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 5k+

Part One I Part Four

Originally posted by bubblepopped

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Not a monster

(A/N): I THOUGHT OF THIS AND I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE 

Summary: Bucky ends up teaching a class of seconds graders about WWII 

Warnings: copious amounts of cuteness


Originally posted by vanillaa-ice

   “(Y/N), pleeeaassssee?” Your sister whined in your ear, her voice high and squeaky as it came through your phone. “I just need them to come talk for an hour at most," 

  "They’re all super busy all the time, I don’t even think any of them are here today," 

  "What about Bucky? He’s still at home right?” You look over your shoulder at your fiancée, who, at the moment, was sleeping peacefully beside you. 

  “He is but I don’t know if he’d be comfortable enough to come talk,”

  “oh come on (Y/N)! Pretty please, I’ll do anything!” You go to open your mouth to respond when a separate voice cuts you off, this one hoarse and laced with exhaustion. 

  “Whatever it Is I can do it,” Bucky grumbles from beside you, his face smashed against the pillow. 

  “So you’d be willing to teach a classroom full of second graders about WWII?” Bucky hums a bit as he nods, burrowing his face into your thigh as he does so. 

  “Hell yeah, sounds like a great time,”

  “well then you better get up because we have to be there in an hour,” (Y/N) added, smirking when Bucky groaned. 

  “Give me five minutes to get up,” You smile widely as you direct your attention back to your phone call, your sister demanding to know what Bucky said. 

  “We’ll be there in an hour-" 

  "Oh my god, thank you so much!” Your sister cries happily, “I promise I’ll pay you back for this. You’re the best sibling ever,” You chuckle lightly as Bucky snores softly, the sound muffled due to your legs. 

  Well…maybe you guys would be taking more than an hour to get there… 


   Your fingers tapped against the steering wheel as you wormed your way through New York, slowly but steadily making it to your sisters school. She was a teacher at some small, old school. She taught the second graders and at the moment she was covering history. She had lightly touched base on WWII but since the kids seemed so intrigued by it she decided to get a little more in depth with the lesson; aka having Bucky come to class and talk about his experiences. 

  At first you thought he’d be too scared to talk to the kids but alas you were pleasantly surprised when Bucky came tumbling out of bed, dressed and ready to teach a history lesson. 

  The strong smell of coffee filled your car as Bucky drank at the steaming liquid intermittently. For the most part he stared at the road ahead in some kind of sleep stupor that not even coffee could get rid of. 

  “Did you get enough sleep last night?” You ask as you spare a glance at Bucky, smiling when he slowly turned to look at you.

   "Meh.“ He replies as he takes another sip. "No more than usual,” you sigh softly as you reach out with one hand, clasping his knee gently. 

  “Are you sure you want to this? I’m sure Steve wouldn’t mind once he gets home from training-" 

  "No,” Bucky shakes his head as he takes another sip of his drink. “I can do it, plus, we’ve already got your sisters hopes up,”

  “Yeah, but she’d understand if you couldn’t do it-”

  “No, I really want to,” Bucky smiles at you gently, showcasing his beautiful teeth (honestly you were jealous). “I just need to wake up is all,”

   "well I’m sure a classroom full of excited second graders will do the trick,“ And low and behold you had been right. The minute you walked into the classroom Bucky seemed to jolt awake, the sounds of loud, happy children did have a tendency to jolt him awake, or anyone for that matter. 

  Your sister smiles as she runs up to you both, hugging the two of you tightly. 

  "Thank you so much you two,” she whispers as she hugs you. “I swear I’m going to get you the best damn wedding gift I can,” You chuckle as you pat her shoulder, hugging her back as you do.

  “We’re really looking forward to a kitchenaid mixer,” You give her a little wink as you step back, smirking just a bit.

  “Noted,” she whispers as he smiles and turns on her heel, looking towards her class. “Now kids, today we have a very special Guest," 

 "Is it (Y/N)?” One of the students ask, beaming up at you as they do. 

  You were a frequent visitor to the class, your sister often needed help with something and since you were only a few minutes away you were essentially at her beck and call 24/7. You were here so often that even the students who had never ever had your sisters class knew your name. 

  “No,” Your sister smiles, as she looks behind at the two of you. “But this is (Y/N)’s special friend, Bucky Barnes,” The kids all look up at Bucky with curious expression, eyes wide and lips parted as they crane their head to look at the tall man. 

  “Are they married?” A little girl with ringlets asks, a smile to her lips as well. “My sister has a special friend and now they’re married,”

  “Not yet,” Your sister smiles at her, giving her a gentle head pat. “But they will be soon,” The kids all nod in understanding, their expressions now contemplative. “But he’s not here to talk about weddings, he’s here to tell us all about WWII,” Your sister didn’t even finish her sentence when the kid all started cheering excitedly, damn near jumping off the walls. You chuckle softly as the kids all stare up at Bucky with wondrous little expression, a gleam of happiness in their innocent eyes.

   Your sister guides Bucky to a chair at the front of the room and instinctually every pair of eyes follow him, waiting for him to begin his tale.

  Bucky takes a seat, looking at you where you presided in the back of the room, smiling as you watched him. 

  “So uh- what should I start with first?" 

 "Tell them about your first day in boot camp,” you pipe up, smiling when all the kids cheered in encouragement. Bucky smiles gently as he leans a forward, resting his elbows on his kees as he usually did when concentrating on a task. 

  “Well, it was the summer of 1943, I was being trained at a camp in New Jersey-" 


  Bucky recollects his story, completely invested in his words, a soft, reminiscent smile on his face. The children all listen intently, every single one of them with smiles on their faces. Even your sister seemed completely invested in Bucky’s story.

   "Mr. Barnes?” A little boy raises his hand, stopping Bucky in his tracks. Bucky smiles as he nods to him, murmuring a soft ‘yeah’. “Did you ever have to kill someone?” It was an innocent question, the kid didnt know any better, he was just curious after all. 

  “Jeremy,” Your sister chides, shaking her head a bit. 

  “No,” Bucky smiles at her, “it’s really okay,” he then turns back to look at the little boy, smiling at him reassuringly. “I think everyone had to kill someone at some point, some people killed more than others but it’s the way things were back then,” The little boy nods, his face contorted in thought. Immediately another hand shoots up, the time belonging to a little girl in the front. Bucky looks at her and smile, acknowledging her hand.

   "Mr. Barnes, what’s with your arm?“ She points to his left hand, her fingers nearly grazing the metal. Bucky smiles as he rolls the sleeve up, revealing the metal plating to the kids. 

  "I lost my arm during the war, luckily some people made me a new one," 

  "Can I touch it?” The same little girl asks, her wide eyes shimmering with hope. Bucky can’t help but nod, offering her his hand gently. The little girl beams as she reaches out with a small hand to grasp Bucky’s, a finger or two if anything. Her smile remains steadfast as she touches his arm, running her fingertips along his palm gently. 

  “It’s cold,” she notes softly, not even tearing her gaze away from his hand. 

  “It’s metal,” Bucky flexes his hand, chuckling a bit when the little girl squealed and giggled. 

  “Mr. Barnes, can we touch your arm too?” Bucky nods and smiles at all the kids, his eyes twinkling so damn brightly it was nearly blinding.

   "Of course you can,“ 

  "Take turns though,” Your sister chimes in, smiling as all the kids lined up to touch Bucky. 

 You remain in the back, smiling as you watch kid after kid go up and touch Bucky’s arm. He wasn’t reacting much, other than that damn smile you loved, but deep down you knew he loved it. He saw his arm as an evil machine, something that had butchered hundreds of lives, so to have such young, starry eyed, innocent children touching him so softly and curiously surely meant the world to him. 


 It takes a while to get through each kid and by the time Bucky finishes it’s been much more than the promised hour. 

  “Okay kids, Bucky and (Y/N) have to leave now-” All the kids groan in disappointment ,pouting at Bucky as he chuckles. 

  “Can’t he stay a little longer?”

   "I’m sorry kiddo,“ Bucky reaches out and ruffles the kids hair affectionately. "I have to go back home-” Bucky’s sentence cuts off with a groan as quite suddenly a little girl tackles him (not really, but she tried) in a hug. She tried her best to wrap her small arms around his large body but it just wouldn’t work. 

  “Thank you for visiting us Mr. Barnes,” she whispers as she hugs him tightly. Bucky smiles as he reaches down to softly hug her back, his hands barely resting around her, as though she were made of porcelain. “Can you come back next week?” She looks up at him, pouting a bit. You could see Bucky practicality melt away at the pout and not a moment later he nods, much to the delight of the kids. “And you’ll tell more stories?”

   "Of course I will,“ Bucky smiles widely. "I’ll tell you the best ones," 

  "But for now-” Your sister rises from her chair, smiling softly. “We all need to get back to our seat and take out our math homework, okay?” The kids all groan, shuffling back to their seats and getting their work out. “Thank you Bucky, I owe you guys one hell of a wedding present,” Bucky smiles widely, chuckling just a bit.

   "No, it was my pleasure, I’m glad I could help. It was actually a lot of fun,“ 

  "Well then, I’m glad you’re coming back next week," 

  "Yeah, me too,” He looks up, his gaze connecting with yours. He smiles at you warmly as he makes his way towards you, only after saying goodbye to your sister of course. 

 You smile as you take his hand, intertwining your fingers together as you do. 

  “You looked like you were having fun,” you chuckle as you turn on your heel, guiding him out of the classroom as your sister begins to drone on about addition and subtraction. 

  “It was fun,” Bucky smiles, blushing as he does. 

  “Maybe you could be a history teacher,” you chuckle softly, shaking your head at your own joke. 

  “Yeah, maybe only to cute second graders," 

  "I’m sure they’d love it,”

   "You think?“ 

  "After watching those kids, hell yes. They loved you,” Bucky smiles again, blushing madly as he does. “See,” you nudge his arm gently, smiling at him as you do. “Not everyone thinks your a monster,”

   "Yeah,“ Bucky smiles as he turns his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I guess you’re right,”

What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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