something for your nightmares

angelfacehobi  asked:

BTS reaction to their s/o waking up in a fright from a nightmare (and consequently waking them up too)

omfomf thank you so much for requesting! this is my first time writing one of these and I sort of took it in a different direction, so I really hope you like it!


    Weak whimpers filled Jin’s sleep induced head, rustling accompanying the terrified noise. His tired and aching body told him to fall back to sleep, but when you woke up with a loud gasp, sitting forward, he was wide awake. He sat up.

    “(Y/N),” he whispered, “(Y/N), everything alright?”

    You turned to look at him and his heart shattered. Taking in your terrified eyes, your sweat covered body, hearing your short breaths, Jin felt his throat constrict as well. He stared at you, until it clicked that you were too terrified to do anything. Your body shook and you stared at him helplessly and Jin finally reached out.

     Grabbing one of your hands and brushing away a strand of hair, Jin kissed your temple.

     “Everything is going to be okay,” he reassured.

     You two sat like that for a couple of minutes until Jin felt his eyes droop once more. Dragging him with you, you fell back into the mattress, where he hugged you tightly.

Originally posted by bangtan


    Your eyes flew open and you shot forward, funky shadows filling your sight.

    Your shaky breathing and hammering heart filled the silence.

    Unbeknownst to you, the sudden movements woke up Yoongi. He peeked through his eyes to see your shadow curled up into a ball.

    Tired and aching from the day’s practice, Yoongi didn’t move from his spot, but he shifted just enough to reach out and grab your hand, squeezing it.

   His grip didn’t loosen until you nestled back by his side again, where he sleepily nuzzled closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Originally posted by mvssmedia


    Hoseok woke up to excess heat by his chest that wasn’t there before. You were unconsciously shifting closer to him, repeatedly shouting out strangled “no!” Hoseok didn’t want to wake you up but then your fits got violent. You thrashed about, your shouts increasing in volume.

    “(Y/N),” Hoseok tried, latching onto your shoulders. “(Y/N). Wake up.”

    “Stop! No! Stop it!”

    “(Y/N)!” Hoseok called, shaking you slightly.

    His voice cut through your dream, everything suddenly stopping. Heart hammering, you finally woke up from the nightmare and Hoseok filled your vision.

    The feel of his warm hands gripping your shoulders, his bedhead– you took in all of Hoseok and you started tearing up as his worried eyes searched your face.

    His expression immediately changed, softening and letting out a quiet “aw.”

    With that tiny expression, it made your chest tighten and you felt your lips quivering. Hobi smiled softly and reached out.

    “Shhh shhh,” Hoseok shushed, pulling you into a hug and stroking your hair. “There there, it’s over now, you don’t have to worry. I’m right here for you.”  

Originally posted by notdeletednotused


    A shout escaped your lips and you were wide awake, your heart thudding in your chest.

    Namjoon heard the shout and immediately sat up, frantically looking around. His sleepy eyes finally landed on your curled up form and he blurted, “Is everything alright?”

    You flinched at his loud voice and he noticed, quickly falling back into bed with you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

    “I’m sorry, that was loud,” he apologized. “You just had me worried.”

    You couldn’t reply, the nightmare replaying in your head.

    “Everything okay?”

    “Nightmare,” you shakily whispered.

    He sighed and closed his eyes, moving closer so your foreheads were touching. Little did he know that his peaceful face calmed you down, you just staring at his face.

     “Well, everything is okay now,” he whispered, his breath tickling your nose. “I’m here, you won’t get hurt.”

Originally posted by jimintensify


    Your head rang as blood quickly rushing to your head when you sat up. You groaned, clutching it to stop the ache and took deep breaths to calm your erratically beating heart.

     “(Y/N)?” a sleepy voice called out to you.

     Slowly, you turned around, catching Jimin running his hand through his hair, sitting up.

     You opened your mouth to say something but the memories of the the nightmare rushed through your mind again and panic rose in your chest.

     Sensing the sudden panic, Jimin reached out to cup your face in his hands to pull you closer to him. His thumb rubbed against your cheek.

     Looking deep into your eyes, he said, “Whatever it was, you’re awake now. Nothing will hurt you. I’m here. Take a deep breath. I love you jagi. You’re going to be okay.”

Originally posted by sugutie


    Taehyung woke up to cold air as the shared blanket was yanked from him, leaving him exposed. Your strangled shouts caused panic to rise up and he was fully awake, only for you to hit him in your violent thrashing. The blanket was caught underneath him and you tossed and turned, eventually pulling the both of you off the bed. Flailing, Tae quickly shifted so that he hurt you in the least possible way when you hit the floor.

    You finally woke when pain shot through your back, your limbs tangled in the blanket and you found yourself staring up at a worried Taehyung. His bangs covered his eyes, casting shadows across his face.

     Tears immediately pricked your eyes and Tae sat up, pulling you with him. Using the blanket, he wrapped it around your head and tugged you closer to him, kissing your nose. Then your cheek. Then your temple. And then pretty much the rest of your face.

    “It’s over now, (Y/N),” he reassured before pecking your quivering lips. “Everything is okay.”

Originally posted by ta3taetae


    Whimpers escaped your lips and you tossed and turned, constantly hitting Jungkook in the process. Jungkook stirred but didn’t fully realize the situation until you screamed. He bolted upright, his head whipping over to look at you, still thrashing in your sleep.

    “(Y/N),” Jungkook called. “(Y/N)!” You continued to flail, so he reached out and grabbed your arms, squeezing them. His grip pulled you from the nightmare, and you shot forward, nearly colliding heads with Jungkook.

    You took in his sleepy form but a shadow behind him caught you eyes and the nightmare flooded into your thought again, nearly losing sight of what was right in front of you.

    Jungkook opened his mouth to say something reassuring, but the moment he saw your face contorting back into fright, he immediately starting rubbing your arms, softly saying you name, flashing a reassuring smile, and brought you closer to him, trying to keep you in reality. Resting his head into the crook of your neck and fully wrapping his arms around you, he repeated that everything was alright. 

     You stared ahead, feeling his warm embrace and the hot tears in your eyes, but not fully being present.

     But once you finally calmed down and returned his embrace, he lied back down, softly singing “Butterfly,” as that was the first song that popped up in his mind.

Originally posted by apgujeon

Countdown To You | Pt. 5

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Member: Park Jimin

Words: 3.5k

Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left.” (source.)

A/N: a question for you guys; how long are 153 days and 13 hours in months? :) [you will get this author note after reading this chapter]

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 

You woke up from your sleep, everything was a haze in your vision – and you felt unusually weird. You tried to open your eyes, but you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried. You then did an attempt to move your sleeping body, but this turned out to be useless as well. The weirdness you felt evolved into this scariness you felt building up inside your guts. What was this? Were you in a sleep paralysis? Your mind was definitely awake, so you thought your body might be sleeping? However, this felt too different from a sleep paralysis. You tried to convince yourself that you were in a sleep paralysis, but everything felt… unreal – which actually shouldn’t be the case if you were in a sleep paralysis.

Your throat felt dry – and you felt like you needed to speak up, even if it was just one word. You tried to open up your mouth, but it felt like your jaws were glued to each other, your mouth not listening to the signals your brain sent out.

“This must be a dream, it has to be,” you thought out loud, as you could hear your own voice in your head – making this echoing sound as if the inside of your brain was totally empty, with your mind being the only thing wandering around in it. All you could see was a black void, simply because your eyes were closed tightly, refusing to open up. This was too frustrating to you – not being able to move – and it felt like you were about to go nuts at any moment.

But right then, a certain voice stopped you from going nuts. The voice that has made your heart beat multiple times faster whenever your ears picked up the sweet, velvet-like sound. It was like this particular voice made you… complete. As if you were born to hear this voice – which you technically were, actually – because this voice belonged to no other than your dear beloved soulmate.

However, as the voice kept repeating its words – the more the voice repeated the words, the more strangled it sounded, like it was deeply hurt – and as you became more aware of what these exact words were, you could feel your heart shredding into pieces. With your body somehow being paralyzed, your tears weren’t able to come out, but you were sure that you would have cried a whole deep ocean if your body would not be in this state.

“Y/N. I will always love you. Please, don’t forget me.”

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Not Alone


i wanted to request a reggie imagine where the reader is friends with archie and the others. she was best friends with jason and before that she was always really happy and a ray of sunshine and reggie always had a crush on her. after jasons death she’s really sad and shy and doesn’t talk much anymore. when they have to do a school project together reggie sees scars om her arms and asks her about it and she tells him that it’s because of jason. he comforts her and they talk and kiss and fluff!

A/N: Okay changed the requests up a bit, but not too much I wanted to do justice to the requestor; hopefully you guys like it. I am back from Hiatus thank you for being so understanding. Remember I love you all and thank you all for following me and being a great support system. Man I missed writing, enjoy.

Words: 2272

Summary: Reader is going through the motions of losing her best friend Jason.  

Spoilers: I LOVE YOU!

Warnings: !!Reader has depressing and suicidal thoughts!! Like one bad word, and if you have depression that leads to suicidal thoughts reach out, don’t suppress it, you’re worth everything in this universe. Remember that harming yourself is not the answer and the world wouldn’t be the same without you babe.


It was a nightmare it had to be.

You woke up your heart racing feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. The sweat dripping from your forehead, yet you were shivering. You opted out of the dance because doing things without him was hurtful. A nap had always been more your style especially these days when your insomnia seemed to take over. Your nightmares kept you awake any sleep you got was a miracle.

You sat up wiping the sweat off with your sweater sleeve. You hated these vivid nightmares, hoping that’s all they were, nightmares. Something in your heart just hoped that maybe just maybe he was still alive and well somewhere away from this horrid town.

Those thoughts pushed away as your father entered your room. You caught the look in his knowing the news you were about to receive. He sat in bed next to you as he revealed that Jason’s body was found in Sweetwater River. He was gone, he was finally gone, no more hoping he was alive. Much to your dismay the story was everywhere, your best friend was murdered, and the asshole who did the deed was nowhere to be found.

He was shot.


The sound made you shudder, maybe you weren’t there, but the sound felt fresh in your ears and you couldn’t escape it.

Who would somebody do that to him and why? You didn’t know. What did Jason do? What did the person want to accomplish murdering your best friend? But you couldn’t handle it anymore. You’d never see his charming smile, his crappy jokes. The person who you had formed a strong bond with since your childhood was gone. Tears started dripping out of your eyes as if their life depended on them.


The weekend was over, it was time to go to school. To roam the halls without him next to you. Sure you had other friends, but no one could compare to Jason Blossom.

You looked into the mirror the bags under eyes revealing your lack of sleep and your nonstop crying. You almost crawled back in bed, but you couldn’t hide in your room forever. Walking into your closet choosing a black sweater he had gotten you for your birthday. As you placed on you were about push your sleeves up when you saw your handiwork. This weekend was hard and the razor sharp blade helped you realize that this weekend wasn’t a nightmare. The scar was fresh and you hid them and made your way to school.

You swore people were looking at you, at the bags under your eyes, that the color of your skin seemed to drain as well. Whispering making its way through the little cliques. You were so distracted that you didn’t realize the red-haired boy made his way towards you, you almost lost it, he reminded you too much of Jason.

“Hey (Y/N), How are you?” Archie gave you a sad smile as he pulled you in a small hug.

A tear dripped from your eye as he pulled away, he was reminding you too much of Jason, you couldn’t do it. You didn’t want anyone to see you have a freak out so you made a run for it. The closest place being the empty girl’s locker room.

Archie almost ran your way, but someone stopped him, someone who maybe felt the same loss you felt.

“I got her Arch” Cheryl spoke bravely as she opened the door to the locker room seeing you crying in your hands coiled up in one of the benches.

“Hey (Y/N)” Cheryl spoke shyly as she sat next to you.

“I’m sorry Cher, I just I don’t know how to do this without him” you cleaned up your tears.

“I was his sister, his twin (Y/N)” she spoke a bit coldly and you grew confused and hurt.

“I know that, I- I didn’t mean to” she cut you off.

“Oh no I get you, you were his friend, but me (Y/N) I was his sister. I am also a Blossom so I can’t look pathetic or else people will talk” she kept on and you grew even more hurt “Look (Y/N) he’s gone, he can’t come back, so do yourself a favor and stop dwelling in the past.”

Here you sat hoping that maybe she was going to comfort you. That maybe Jason’s loss would somehow help you two connect or least maybe she’d stop hating you. You wondered how she could function with him gone. She said it best he was her brother, he was always there for her. You heard the stories you often watch them unfold as The Blossoms favored Jason more than Cheryl. She was never fond of you because Jason spent time with you, time he didn’t spend with her. Jason always tried to get you both to hang out, he wanted his two girls to like each other.

The bell rang, you waited a while to get to class because you didn’t want to face anyone. You washed your face so the puffiness of your crying didn’t show so much and made your way to class.


You started to shut everyone out, your friends grew worried, but also respected the fact that you wanted your space. Any day going to school they tried to get you to contribute to their lunch conversations, but your mouth stayed shut.

What the point of living without him.

It got to the point where you skipped lunch and snuck into the library and hid yourself from all of them. You started cutting more often to release the pain. Your wardrobe was only long sleeve clothing. The color of your skin felt like it was losing its pigment. Your eyes were lifeless, the bags under eyes covered with the bit of makeup you wore just to cover up your pain. Your appetite grew small until it was no more. You started to lose weight, everyone was worried about you.

You looked dead.

You caught the eyes of one of Jason’s friends, Reggie Mantle. You knew him, you often hung out with him thanks to Jason. You had worked with him for a school project recently, it was a while since you had smiled and somehow Reggie helped ease a bit of the pain; but sadly not all of it. Recently he was the only one who didn’t get the memo you wanted to be alone. He even let you hold his hand during the funeral to help you get through it in one piece.

With the recent current events Reggie sure missed Jason, he missed his friend and teammate. Something that he missed the most though was the smile that used to take place on your face. He missed how you were the only last good thing in Riverdale. He hated how you were in pain and it seemed that all his efforts weren’t working. He missed the light in your eyes, if only you knew how much you meant to him. He remembered when he started crushing on you he felt terrible because he thought you were with Jason. Jason went out of his way to get you two together, but it never happened. You both didn’t know why since you returned those feelings.

Now your mind wasn’t occupied in crushes no matter how amazing Reggie was being. Your depression was at an all-time high. You couldn’t bear it anymore. The cutting wasn’t helping anymore and you were tired of the pills.

You were tired.

Tired of living.

You decided on something, you wanted to be Jason again. You made it seem as if you got better, you fake smiled and started to contribute to your friends conversations. You pretended to be the person you used to be. You wanted the image you were showing to be how your family and friends remembered you. You even gave one of your most prized possession that Jason gave you to Cheryl. You went on a few more dates with Reggie, you didn’t take it too far though; you couldn’t live with yourself if you hurt him.

You decided on a day, you left a letter for your parents at home, and you sent a message to your friends. You made sure you sent it at a moment when they were all together.

They sat in a booth at Pops, you asked them to meet you there knowing well enough you weren’t going to show up. You just wanted them to be together. No one deserves to be alone at this time, you didn’t want to hurt them; but this is all you could think of. The group coincided with Archie, Kevin, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Cheryl, and Reggie.

The thought of them together made you smile, you sure as hell were going to miss each one of them.

“Where is she?” Reggie broke the conversation that was taking place. Betty was about to speak up when they all received the text.

(Y/N) Messaged ‘The Sad Breakfast Club’:

Thank you guys, you have made my time amazing and I couldn’t ask for better friends than you, but I’m gonna be with Jason now. ❤❤❤❤❤

They all stood up and got out of Pops.

“Where would she go to be with Jason?” Reggie fidgeted.

“Sweetwater River” Jughead added and so they ran, hoping to be on time to rescue you. They arrived to the river wanting to find you as quickly as possible. They all separated in hopes to get you sooner.

“There she is” Cheryl shouted and the ice cracked and you fell right in.

The water was freezing, the current took you.

Reggie ran as fast as he could and they all followed.

“The current has her” Betty grew scared.

“Fan out” Kevin added.

“Over here” Veronica yelled.

Reggie ran towards it, trying to break the glass, Archie helped as well.

The cold water taking effect, you started to lose consciousness. Water started to fill your lungs, you swore in those last moments you saw Jason.

You missed him, but was this the right thing to do?

They were successful in breaking the glass. You were out, Reggie’s hand dripping blood as he settled your body on the ice. He gave you CPR trying to get a pulse and get the water off your lungs as the others had notified the hospital.

“Come on baby, breathe for me” Reggie kept trying a tear steamed down his face.

“The ambulance should be here soon” the others notified, but Reggie kept trying.

They all watched as Reggie tried his best and winced at the look of your arms at the scars you had tattooed on yourself.

Soon the water escaped your mouth, and you started to cough it out and trying to regulate your breathing.

Reggie and the rest of the group sighed in relief you were alive and you heard the sirens coming closer.

The tall handsome caramel skinned boy saved your life. He took off his sweater and wrapped it around you and carried you bridal style closer to the ambulance as it arrived.

“Thank you” you smiled at Reggie looking into his eyes.

“I couldn’t lose you too” he spoke as he placed his lips on yours.

Those lips electrified your body you forgot what it felt like to actually feel alive. All the pain in that moment was no longer there, with one simple passionate kiss he washed it all away.

You both pulled away as the paramedics place you on a gurney.

The hospital called your parents and your friends were awaiting for the clear to see you.

You weren’t ready to explain your reasoning to everyone. Yes you did what you did, it was a planned, but impulsive move and you felt terrible for putting everyone on edge. Thankfully Reggie snuck into your room to talk to you, he was tired of waiting.

“Hey” Reggie scratched his neck making his way next to you.

“Hi” you smiled “listen I’m so sorry about-” he cut you off by kissing you once again, the familiarity of them made your stomach go crazy.

“It’s okay (Y/N/N), you missed Jason, we all do; but he meant a great deal to you. I just feel bad that none of us could change your mind” he frowned.

You reached your hand to his and intertwined your fingers. He looked down at them and caressed your scars and he started to cry.

“It’s not your fault Reg, this was all me. I suppressed everything because I didn’t want to deal with it, I didn’t want to burden anyone with my pain. I made myself think I had nobody when I clearly don’t” you cupped his cheek and cleaned his tears.

“You Mantle and the ones out there, you all saved me. I miss Jason and sadly I’ll never have him in my life anymore, but I do have some amazing friends and I wish I would’ve seen that sooner.”

“I don’t want to be your friend (Y/N)” Reggie replied and you pulled your hands away shocked at his revelation “No, no (Y/N), I want to be more than friends, I always have” he collected your hands once again and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“I’d like that” you smiled.

You kissed one last time only to be interrupted by your friends. Cheryl being the one who ran in and pulled you in a warm embrace, then the rest all followed and did a full on group hug. And you couldn’t help but smile like a fool because clearly you weren’t alone.

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I have posted this set before, but i did some mistakes, and i decide to fix it. First of all, I have tried to fix Lance’s skin colour, wich was wrong in first version of this set (i hope this is better q^q sorry please for this mistake), and also i have fixed some details in other arts in set. So, I hope this post is better UuU

and so, here is information about this set. I will just copy my text from first version of this post. So, here it is:


I have saw headcanon about Hunk, wich is about him supporting members of team. And headcanon about Hunk’s hugs with Shiro and headcanon about cookies for Pidge from him and I am be like HMMM!!!!! So here it is, 

multi-headcanon about that kind of hugs everyone in team gets from our cinnamon roll then they need it

Big “Who wants space peanut cookies?” hugs for Pidge

Warm “We will do something with your nightmares. Come here” hugs for Shiro

Silent “I can just sit here with you if it will make you feel better” hugs for Keith

Trust “Tell me about your problems, i will listen you” hugs for Lance

p.s. thanks people in tumblr for headcanons wich are inspired me! As i remember they were @captainsbones and @yarrayora and i cant find that post with cookies for Pidge headcanon so i dont have the athor D”””: …and if i did something wrong please tell me, its just my first expierience with headcanons, au and other things like that so i dont understand how it works :D 

Suspect: Part 8

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: Angst, withdrawal symptoms (vomitting, fever, shaking, crying), wounded Bucky, swearing

A/N: A huge shout out to @wintercyan who wrote a lengthy and detailed addition to this post about how Bucky would handle the withdrawal from Hydra drugs, I loved it so much that I had to include it.

This one is just… painful.

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Waking up, you could tell it was early by the small amount of sunshine streaming through your apartment window. You’d gotten very little sleep, your 2 seater couch wasn’t really conducive to a good rest, and your neck was stiff and sore. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to sleep any longer until you got to lay down on your lush bed, you groan as you force yourself to sit up. Your neck wasn’t the only thing that was stiff from a night on the couch, the rest of your muscles and bones ached.

As you start to fully wake up, pain starts to gnaw at your stomach, pleading you to finally eat some food. You can’t even remember the last time you had something to eat, not that you’d really been in the mood to eat in the last three days. You don’t even remember that your apartment was devoid of food until you’re staring into an empty fridge. You consider getting something delivered, but Bucky was still sleeping in your bed, and you didn’t want to wake him unnecessarily.

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“Skam Imagine Part 1: Chris Schistad cheers you up at your surprise birthday party”

Inspired by Fickle Game by Amber Run

warnings: Chris is the world’s best kisser, pass it on

[I do not own the gif above!]


You’d had many dreams about coming home to house a chaos and screaming, in fact it was one of your most recurring nightmares. Mind you, it usually involved watching your family get murdered or something only of nightmares. Coming back from the library to find half of your school already waiting at your house was just as traumatizing. You didn’t think even three quarters of the partying teens knew who you were, but no one passed up a good party. 

Was it a good party? Were people going to talk about your birthday party for days to come? 

Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world. 

You knew it was Eva who had set it up but the way she opened the door with a sly grin and a big gift box that she kept shoving in your direction. You had taken the box and opened it before Eva tore it apart for you, not worrying about the beautiful yellow ribbon around it. 

“You’re giving me a dress?” Your eyes skimmed over the silky red number and internally cringed. It was gorgeous, absolutely stunning, but it wasn’t exactly… you

“Don’t look at it with such disdain, Y/N, it’s your size and everything. You’re going to be the hottest person here. Besides me, obviously, but it’s your birthday so you get to be second hottest.”

You gave her a pointed look and then glanced back down at the dress. It was insanely gorgeous, and it was your birthday. Maybe you could wear it just this once? 

“But really, it’s going to look amazing. And Kåre is here, so not only can you ask him out finally, but you’ll be in the perfect outfit.  

Somehow you had wound up in the dress quicker than you would have thought possible. The mention of the boy you seemed head over heels for, for the past two years, was at your party. 

You bounced down the stairs and gave hugs to your friends who seemed a little tipsy and quite excited to see the birthday girl. Noora handed you a gift, too excited to wait to give it to you, and you opened it quickly. Noora always gave the best gifts, usually from second hand stores or homemade. And every single one was chosen with love. 

You look at the silver bracelet that had an amethyst stone in the middle, a small hairline fracture down the middle. It was one of the prettiest thing you’d ever seen and instantly recognized it from the homemade jewelry store across from where you worked. You were always tempted to buy the entire store. 

“Noora, it’s beautiful, thank you so much,” you gushed to her loudly. 

She gave you another hug and Chris came bounding around the corner in one of her crazy outfits that always looked fabulous on her. She gave you an almost forceful kiss and grabbed you by the shoulders. 

“I’m poor, Y/N. But I’m a damn good kisser,” she exclaimed drunkenly, making you laugh and hug her tightly. 

Eva suddenly was leading you away from the other girls and pushing you in the direction towards him. Kåre was standing only a few feet away, a drink in his hands and one of his friends by his side. His black hair was covering his eyes and your hand twitched, longing to reach out and push it out of his face. 

That boy had totally consumed your thoughts. 

“Kåre, have any words for the birthday girl?” You flinched at Eva’s incredibly loud voice and froze when he looked right at you. Eva seemed to slither into the crowd and abandon you to face Kåre coming right towards you. 

“Y/N! What’s up? I didn’t know this was your party!” 

You opened your mouth and closed it, twice, while trying to decide if you should be offended or not. It wasn’t a big deal, so he didn’t know who’s party he was it? It’s not like Eva had sent our pretty invitations or anything that he had been looking at for a week. At least you didn’t think so; you assumed she’d just spread the word at school. 

“Yeah, it’s my birthday. Gettin’ older,” you mumbled with a forced laugh. 

“Cool. You look pretty hot,” he said a little bluntly, making you realize he was definitely a little tipsy. You were dumfounded at first, even excited, that he found you attractive. Then you felt insanely awkward. 

“You too,” you said shakily, hoping he didn’t realize how nervous you were. The two of you’d had classes together and even group projects, but you’d never really talked that much. Not outside of classes at least. 

“Anyways, I have to find some of my friends. And tell your friend, Eva I think, to come find me later.” He winked at you and seemed to disappear so quickly you wondered if he had even been there. 

What did he mean about Eva? 

Realization dawned on you and you slowly felt every part of your body crumble into a thousand pieces. Every little bit of hope that you’d had for you and Kåre disappeared. He was into Eva. Suddenly your birthday, your dress, and even your friends couldn’t cheer you up in the slightest. You turned away from the crowd of people in your living room and decided to hide in the kitchen. 

The two people making out against your counter seemed slightly irritated that they were no longer alone and scrambled out, not noticing your depressed expression. 

You saw of the alcohol used to make drinks out in the hall and grabbed the bottle of peppermint vodka like it was a long lost friend. The smooth mint flavour burned down your throat deliciously and and four shots later, you felt like your body was humming. Getting drunk wasn’t your style, but you did enjoy the warm and fuzzy feeling a little bit could give you. 

Unfortunately it was only moments later that the tears began to flow down your cheeks like rain drops against a window pane. You grabbed a cloth from one of the kitchen drawers to wipe your eyes but you were crying too hard to really make a difference. 

When was the last time you had cried like this over a stupid boy? Your friends used to warn you about him too, saying he was too into himself to be smart and notice you. 

“I’ve seen many girls cry at parties, but I have to say, you look the most heartbroken, elskling.” The voice startled you and you looked up at it’s owner with wide eyes. 

Never in your young years had you imagined Chris Schistad calling you ‘darling’. Never in your young years had you ever actually imagined him showing up to your party though either. It was like a rare sighting of an endangered animal. Or a unicorn for that matter. 

“I’m trying to suffer in silence.” 

“Somebody is snippy when they’re sad,” he commented with a hint of amusement in his tone. You shot him a glare but by the way his lips curled into a smile, you knew it wasn’t very effective. 

“Up up, elskling,” he said motion to the counter that you were leaning against. You shook your head and his gaze became harder, more demanding, but oddly still kind. You rolled your eyes and did as he asked. 

“So tell me, what does it take to make a girl cry on her own birthday?”

He knew it was your birthday? Chris was full of surprises apparently. You couldn’t decide if you were more shocked or flattered. 

“Stupid boy wants to fuck my best friend,” you said bluntly, reaching for the bottle of vodka again. Chris lightly slapped your hand away and grabbed the bottle for himself, taking a couple of swigs and putting it out of your reach. 

“Drinking won’t solve anything,” he said pointedly before resting a hand on your thigh. You looked down at it and felt a small rush in your head, from the alcohol or maybe from the effect of Chris touching you. “If he makes such a nice girl cry, fuck him.”

“Thanks but already I tried actually that,” you retorted with a miserable pout. Chris choked on a surprised laugh and moved slightly closer to you on the couch. 

“You’re funny too, why haven’t I see you around at school?”

You looked away and pretended to be deep in though, biting your lip gently. “If I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it’s probably because I’m not much to look at. I’m not your type.” 

He took a sip of his drink and watched you carefully for a moment, his eyes slipping over your body as smooth as the alcohol that had rushed down your throat earlier. You felt your body numbing and you wondered if Chris Schistad really did have magical powers. Here he was talking to you at your own party; you supposed anything could be possible. 

“I beg to differ. And while I truly appreciate that dress,” he said with a longing sigh, a little too suggestive, “you’re really, really too pretty for some asshole to ruin your birthday.” 

Your stilled and Chris’s hand moved up your thigh to where your own hand rested. You prayed he wasn’t going to just shove his hand down your pants and be that guy and was pleasantly surprised when he put his hand over yours. The rough yet incredibly warm hand covered your own and matched the warm feeling in your chest from the alcohol. Perhaps Chris Schistad was his own form of alcohol. 

“Maybe we just hadn’t found the right time to meet then,” you suggested in a low voice. 

He gave you one of his wicked smiles and nodded, tossing his blonde hair out of his eyes. “Now seems pretty good though, doesn’t it?”

Before you had a chance to nod, he’d gently pulled your thighs apart and pressed his body between them, resting one hand on your cheek and the other on your back. You breathed in, regretting it a moment later when his lips touched yours, so gently you almost didn’t feel it. 

Worrying he would pull back, you breathed him in and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips closer against yours. Something needy and passionate washed over the both of you and his teeth were tugging at your bottom lip while your tongue grazed his top lip. 

Soon his tongue was sweeping through your mouth, peppermint an overwhelming flavour on both of your tongues. You leaned him into, your back slightly arched, and his palm against your back sliding upwards, pushing your shirt with it. His pinky grazed your bare skin and you made a small sound in the back of your throat. 

He moved his hand back down and covered your exposed skin, his finger tips kneading gently into your lower back. Your finger nails tug into his neck and he stopped breathing for a second, seeming almost enticed by the quick sting. 

“Happy Birthday, elskling,” he whispered into your lips. 


A/N: This was so fun to write and since I’m looking for fun with these, I didn’t edit. Editing makes me uninspired and tired unfortunately. This is part one! I’ll try and write another part or two tonight :) 

Suddenly I See You: Chapter 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: Finally!! After weeks of writing in small spurts and trying to adjust to working the damn graveyard shift I successfully finished chapter 9. Now, I’m still pretty much exhausted, so my editing maybe shit, so I apologize in advance. I hope you all enjoy this chapter since there’s literally only one left. I want to thank @nicolettesachef​ for the wonderful song she informed me of by Ivan B - Our Time Together. Sidenote: this has a moment of a change of POV to Zico and Minho. You’ve been warned.

Genre: Mino x Reader, Zico x Reader

Words: 11442

Disclaimer: As usual, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

I don’t know if you felt that or not. But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it. It felt like two people talking after nights of silence. It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb. It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away. It felt like two people in love after years of being alone. And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.

The Corner of You and Me - Iain S. Thomas

There was a brief moment where your lips parted from Zico. Where his hands still cradled your face and the universe paused its breath and let you hold that moment of wonder in his eyes before it inhaled, and everything changed. In a matter of microseconds you went from feeling like a star resurrected to a comet crashing.

Your eyes watching helplessly as his eyes skimmed your face with a pleading to stay rooted where you stood. A promise to keep you grounded through the pain you knew that was taking shape behind you.

But the aching sound of your name still rang like a cry of sorrow in your ears. A broken record that kept repeating until your bones grew hollow at its skipping beat. Zico’s eyes implored you not to move away: if only it were possible. You wondered if this was how you’d always remember this night. The broken sound of Minho and the misery of losing you in Zico’s eyes as you stepped away.

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x-men one shot [nsfw, male reader]

i present to you my first ever one shot imagine, based on this request sent to not me that is literally the reason why i made this blog, i started writing it back in january and it was fun so i made an imagines blog an d now im fucking posting it

dedicated to @transpetermaximoff who encouraged me to post this & also probably bribed me with memes to do it

Originally posted by lokiyoulittle

pairing: peter maximoff x male reader
warnings: nsfw, not like full smut but like…. close enough. also mentions of dicks and wanting to suck said dicks
notes: yes im aware trans guys (i.e. me) exist i just am one that likes pretending i have a dick so if you want this but without the references to dicks request it
word count: fuck if i know 1,406

You were sitting cross legged on the couch in the mansion’s living room area, your best friend Peter’s feet in your lap with your textbook resting against his shoes. You both had a calculus test tomorrow, so you were studying together – but the silver haired mutant was definitely not studying. Your ability was telepathy, which meant you heard everyone’s thoughts – even if you didn’t necessarily want to. For example, as you tried to focus on the words and numbers in front of you, all your brain could pick up on were the busy thoughts of those around you. Students passing, with thoughts of their romantic partners/crushes, school (much to your surprise, passing thoughts had revealed there actually was someone more anxious for the calculus test than you), teachers with… Well, you could never really hear Professer Xavier’s thoughts. Maybe he blocked them from you for a reason? Whatever the reason, you definitely did not want to know what it was, especially if it was about a certain metal-manipulating mutant you’d heard he might have had a relationship with at some point. (On second thought, for the sake of your friendship with Peter, you were glad you couldn’t see into Professor Xavier’s mind.)

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anonymous asked:

Hi! 😀 Can I have a I.M, Wonho, Minhyuk and Jooheon long reaction to their crush sneaking in their bed in the middle of the night and starting to cuddling with them because she can't sleep? Thank you!!❤ I love you and I love your blog!!!💕😍

Don’t feel bad about this, but I spent two hours trying to write this because of how similar the scenarios would be but I tried my best making these different! I love you too! In all honesty, I would sneak into their bed each night if I could! But then again, I like to sleep alone sometimes, too… Minhyukkie!!

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Wonho - It was after movie night between the two of you and you saw Wonho disappear into his room for the night while you did the same. The night was still young, despite being late, around midnight. As you crawled into bed, you looked to your side and pouted when you felt lonely because he wasn’t there. He wouldn’t mind if you came in right? You looked at the clock and tried to fall asleep. One sheep. Two sheep. Three sheep. Four rabbits. Wait, what? Peeling your eyes open, it’d been an hour since you tried to fall asleep. You sighed and grabbed the rabbit pillow Wonho had gotten you and silently pushed the door open to his room. He was sound asleep as always, totally obvious by the soft snores he gave out. You smiled and walked over to his bed, lightly pushing him over which he moved to the side. “Hey? Are you okay? Do you need something?” Wonho lifted his head to see you midway of slipping under the covers with him. You paused for a moment without saying anything. Then he asked, “You can’t sleep or… what?” “Uh, yeah. I can’t sleep. Do you mind?” You were fully under the warm blankets, and his scent filling your nose. You saw him distance himself from you, trying to give you enough space to sleep. “Go ahead.” He mumbled before falling back asleep. You chuckled and laid your arm on across his chest, which he opened his eyes and looked to the side, away from your face. “Is everything alright, Wonho oppa?” “Y-yeah. Goodnight.”

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Minhyuk - “I guess we’ll see each other in the morning then?” Minhyuk ruffled your hair while you nodded. “Yeah! Goodnight, now.” You said while he just smiled back like a goldfish cracker. You saw him close his door and you followed suit. Looking outside your window was the moon, a waning gibbous moon. You’ve always liked looking at the moon, but for some reason, it gave you an odd feeling. As you hugged your pillow and closed you eyes, you couldn’t fall asleep like normal. Was it because Minhyuk started sleeping at your place? No, he’s been sleeping here for a few weeks now… Maybe because you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Whatever your judgement on the situation was, you just couldn’t fall asleep. Attempting to dream didn’t help neither staring at the ceiling. You saw the clock changed to 1:45 am, an hour and thirty minutes since you tried to sleep. Getting up, you entered his room without a noise. Minhyuk was wrapped up in his blankets wearing only a t-shirt and sweatpants. Your heart thumped a little seeing him sleeping but you could only walk closer to his bed and lift the covers, revealing his stomach. A hand closed around your mouth as you saw him shift in his sleep, murmuring about coffee and plushies. “Minhyukkie? I’m coming to sleep here.” You heard him murmur again and so you just made yourself comfortable next to him. He squinted when he saw you, asking, “You can’t sleep?” You gave Minhyuk a sound of agreement. He nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist while you snuggled your head onto his chest, hearing his heart beat faster. “I like you too.”

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Jooheon - After a night of doing karaoke, both of you decided to call it a night. Jooheon winked at you before crawling into bed while you did the same. It was late indeed and you shook your head at the thought of going to the bathroom when you (kinda) needed it. While you were able to sleep peacefully, a loud scream came from Jooheon’s room. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, waiting to hear what Jooheon had to say the moment he entered your room with his eyemask on his forehead. He didn’t say anything but just walked over to your bed and pulled the covers off of you. Immediately, you curled into a fetal position, rubbing your hands against your arms. “Did you… see something Jooheon? A nightmare?” You tried to go back to sleep, but it was hard when he was lying right next to you. “Uh, sure, let’s go with that.” He answered. “You saw a spider again, didn’t you?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. “Yes.” “I knew it.” “Just let me sleep here tonight, okay?” Jooheon turned his body away from you but you crept over to his back and pulled him backwards where he was laying on his back. “You can sleep here as many times as you want. If I come over, you can’t say anything.” “Okay.” It was a few minutes later when you fell asleep hugging his arm while he mumbled a few word you struggled to hear and couldn’t keep up with. “I like you, you know.”

Originally posted by monbeboo

I.M - You lied there in your bed, thinking of him. Even if he was in another room, your heart couldn’t help but beat uncontrollably. He was a considerate, independent person who could keep up with others. Sure he looked like he could care less on the outside but on the inside, he had a big heart. Trying to sort out your thoughts or counting wolves weren’t helping you tonight. Instead, you decided to pay a small visit to I.M’s room. Hopefully he could help you sleep because you had to get up early the next day. That’s it. I’m going over there. You grabbed your body pillow and headed over to his room which wasn’t too far, but caused your feet to go quicker because of how cold the floor was. You found him sound asleep, head tucked into his hoodie that he often wore to bed. You slid your pillow under the sheets, hoping to keep him asleep until you could get underneath the blankets. You didn’t notice that he was awake up till he asked you, half-awake, “You want to sleep with me?” “Can I?” “Of course.” That was the last thing he said before slipping back into dreamland. A smile crept onto your face as you came closer to his chest and lifted your leg and arm over him. Unknown to you, he wasn’t able to sleep for the rest of the night. She’s…too cute… I can’t. Sleep.

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Suspect: Part 4

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (we’re getting there)
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Angst, death (lil’ graphic), mentions of previous same sex relationship (should that even be a warning?), swearing

A/N: I was hoping to have this posted a few days ago, but I got lazy, sorry! Thanks for being patient!

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

After hours of tossing and turning, you gave up. You couldn’t get your mind off what you had witnessed on the bridge, the man - if he could be called that - was heartless, cold, bloodthirsty, and above all, a killer.

Still dressed in the same clothes, you grabbed your bag and a jacket, knowing exactly where you were headed, but unsure if you’d be able to find anything. The streets were mostly empty, as to be expected at 4am, so the drive to the DCPD building was quick and quiet.

The security officer jolts away as your steps click towards him, “Hey Shaun,” you say, giving him a kind smile,

“Detective Y/L/N,” he says with a groggy voice, “I was just… Resting my eyes,”

You force a chuckle, making him relax as you scan your key card and make your way to the elevator, not wanting to stand around and chat. You’re getting impatient, and your foot unconsciously taps as the elevator seems to crawl upwards. Finally the doors open and you make a beeline for your desk.

Once logged in, you repeat the same process that you had at home; searching for anything and everything you could find that related to yesterday’s events. This time you had more luck. Your search seemed to return one file, labelled S.H.I.E.L.D.

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Restless Nights

Summary- MJ hasn’t been sleeping well recently.

A/N- Another part of my Uncle Sam and MJ series; this fic will make sense if you haven’t read the others.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my works*

Uncle Sam and MJ Masterlist


“Please tell me you started the coffee,” Dean groaned as he stumbled into the kitchen Saturday morning. MJ had not been sleeping well the past week and since his daughter was getting such little sleep, so was Dean.

Sam briefly looked up, doing a double take. Dean did not look good. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was disheveled and he looked like he might pass out any second. Sam shook his head, “Dude, you look terrible!”

“Really? I never would have guessed,” Dean snarked. “Coffee?” Sam nodded his head toward the counter where the pot was still mostly full.

“Was MJ up again last night? She fell asleep alright.”

“Yeah, she did, but I don’t know what happened after that. She came into my room soon after I went to bed and she’s pretty much been up since then. I’ve got her dosing in front of the tv now.”

Sam was confused, “I don’t get how she’s still going. She’s had maybe five hours of sleep all week.”

“I don’t know man, but she really needs to start sleeping right again. I don’t know how many more nights of this I can take.”

Sam frowned at his brother, “If she gets up again tonight just send her down to my room. You don’t have to always be on top of it.”

“Thanks Sam.”

“Uncle Sam,” Sam felt a small shake of this arm waking him up. He slowly blinked his eyes, bringing his sight into focus. MJ was standing at the side of his bed, “Uncle Sammy, are you awake?”

“I am now,” he groaned, shifting up onto his forearms. “What’s wrong?”

MJ looked down at her feet, “I can’t sleep and Daddy seemed really tired today. I thought maybe I could come in here.”

“Of course squirt,” Sam sat up in bed, reaching out and lifting MJ onto the bed next to him.

Sam sat back against the headboard, MJ nestled into his side, the stuffed moose Sam gave her squished between them. Sam ran soothing circles into her back, “What’s wrong kiddo, why have you been having such trouble sleeping lately?”

MJ rubbed her face into Sam’s stomach mumbling incoherently. Sam sighed, pushing his niece’s face away from his body, “I can’t understand you when you cover your face and talk.”

MJ picked at her nails, “I don’t know.”

Sam didn’t quite believe her, “C’mon MJ, there must be a reason you haven’t slept all week. Aren’t you tired? If you tell me what’s wrong I might be able to help?”

MJ stayed quiet for a few minutes before she said, “I had a nightmare the other night and I didn’t want to have another one.”

“Why didn’t you just tell your dad or I sooner? We could have helped.”

“I was embarrassed,” MJ frowned. “I didn’t want you to know I had a nightmare.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s okay to have nightmares, I have them sometimes.”


“Yeah, nightmares are normal. They can be scary sometimes, but they’re not something to be ashamed of. Your dad and I love you, nightmares and all. So next time you’re having bad dreams, let us know. We want to help you.”

“Okay Uncle Sammy. I promise to tell you next time.” MJ snuggled back into her uncle’s side, comforted by the fact that her uncle had nightmares too.

“Good. I love you and would do anything for you,” Sam kissed her forehead. “Let’s go to sleep okay? You can stay over in here tonight.”

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anonymous asked:

Ok so you should reallyyy do 25 with Michael. Please😬😬😬😬

You can feel Michael’s stare on you as you stand at the bar, knowing he’s silently seething twenty feet away.  It’s a feeling you’ve accepted comes with a night out with your friends.  Michael and you have been at odds since you met, and your annoyance with each other only increases when alcohol is involved.  But given the two of you share many of the same friends, you’ve spent more time together than most enemies.  Your friends have grown used to your bickering and given up on trying to make the two of you behave, save the rare special occasion.  Tonight’s been exceptionally nasty between the two of you.  You’ve been hurling insults at each other all night, and your friends were actually starting to get angry with you.  You couldn’t help it, he brought out the worst in you.

“Well congratulations,” you hear his voice behind you. “They’ve left us here now.  You’ve really outdone yourself.”

You groan and pinch the bridge of your nose, wanting more than anything to hurl your drink at him.  But you paid for it yourself, so you find it in you to leave it on the counter as you turn to face him.

“Are they actually gone? Why the hell would they do that?” Your last exchange had been pretty venomous, but you didn’t think your friends would bail on you.

“They were sick of hearing your insults.  Said we’d have to find our own way home.  They’ve gone to another club.”

My insults? Really? They left you too didn’t they?” you roll your eyes and turn back to the bar, throwing back as much of the drink as you can before brushing past him and heading for the door. “I’m calling an Uber.”

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That Time I Was Possessed By A Demon, Maybe

So when I was a kid I had night terrors. Like, really bad night terrors. I would still be asleep but my eyes would be open and I would actually get up out of my bed and run full tilt through the house screaming my head off. My mom was kind of at her wits end because there was literally nothing she could do to make it better.

If you talked to me, I screamed louder. If you touched me, I screamed louder. If you tried to stop me, I screamed louder. Keep in mind that I was barely even in kindergarten at this point. Imagine a small child screaming in your face and running circles around your house but entirely unresponsive because they are still asleep. Shit’s freaky right?

At the time we were living in a trailer park (because I am gen-u-ine trailer park trash) and we had these neighbors that were super religious. This lovely couple thought I was possessed by something evil and they asked my mom if they could do an exorcism on me. An honest to god exorcism. A gentle one, of course, because I was just a lil lady and they weren’t trained for it in particular.

My mom says sure because, really, what’s she got to lose? She can’t sleep at night because of me and she’s terrified that I’m going to hurt myself (again). So Mr. and Mrs. Neighbor come over and sit me down and they make a prayer circle. They do a little prayer and ask Jesus to come down in to me and take the devil out of this child Lord Christ save this poor baby.

And the weirdest shit – out of this whole story the weirdest shit – is that it fucking worked. After they did that I did not have a single night terror ever again in my whole life. Not once. I started sleeping through the night and stayed in my bed like the little angel I was always meant to be.

So yeah. That’s the story of the time I was possessed by something I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Enjoy your nightmares tonight.

“I´ll always come back to you”

Requested: hey can you do an imagine where the reader takes shawn to the airport and when he’s about to go the reader cries because she will miss him but she’s scared of planes and doesn’t trust them so she worries and a whole bunch of fluff happens? thanks boo 😊

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Words: 1158

You sat in your car on the way to the Airport. Shawn, who sat next to you, was going to fly to Japan, where the first show of his world tour would take place. He looked at you. “Is everything okay? You´re so quiet,” he asked you because you didn´t say anything during the entire drive. You thought about Shawn´s flight and how long you won´t see him.  You looked at him. “I will miss you,” you said with a sad smile, and before he could answer you arrived at the airport and got out of the car.

There were only a few fans since it was late at night, so Shawn took a photo with everyone quite fast. After they all said goodbye you went to the right gate and waited together for his flight.

You were sitting on one of the chairs, thinking about Shawn´s trip again. It would be a 12-hour flight, from Toronto to Tokyo. You had a big fear of flying, you didn´t trust a machine, weighing tonnes, which could still fly in thousands of miles’ height. You just couldn´t understand it and the more you thought about it the more afraid you got, even though you weren´t the one who was going to fly. 12 hours is a long time, what if something happens? What if the plane has a damage or the pilot makes a mistake and they crash?
Suddenly the fact that you won´t see Shawn for 2 months seemed not so important anymore, but the thought of him never coming back again scared the heck out of you. The last thing you want was to lose the most important person in your life.

Shawn noticed how nervous you were and took your hand. “Okay, I know something´s up, I hate when you don´t talk to me so please tell me and I promise I will do everything to make it better.” You didn’t know how to explain your worries. You were afraid of his reaction, you didn´t want to make him feel bad about leaving, or maybe he would get scared too. When you still haven´t said anything after a minute, he touched you lightly on your cheek so you turned your head in his direction. You looked him in the eyes, you scanned his concerned face and perceived every detail. Never before you felt so much love for a single person. You loved him so much and it hurts to let him go. He was the best thing that ever happened to you, he was the most important person in your life and you couldn’t ever live without him.
You didn´t even realise you had started to cry until Shawn wiped away a tear from your cheek. “Hey, Y/N, come here. Tell me what’s wrong,” Shawn said caringly. He moved over to your seat and lifted you on his lap, your head leant against his shoulder. He didn´t say anything else he just held you in his arms. One hand running up and down your back, the other intertwined with yours.

“For one thing, I will really fucking miss you and I don´t know how I will stand through these two months without you,” you blurted out. “And for another thing, I don´t want to lose you. What if the plane has a damage or something else? I was just thinking about it because you will be 12 hours on that plane and it could happen so much,” you told him your concerns.  "I couldn´t live without you Shawn and I don’t want to lose you because of a stupid defect or mistake.” Your voice was shaky and your eyes big and full of fear when you told him. Shawn stayed calm as always, his hand never leaving your back.
“I know it won´t be easy. I will miss you too but I promise I will text or call you every day. I will facetime you every day before you go to bed! I will report you on everything that´s going on and you will tell me everything that you will have done the whole day and I will stay on my phone until you fell asleep. When you have one of your nightmares again, or something upsets you at university, just call me and I will make sure you feel better. Trust me, you won´t even realise how fast the time flies and before you know it I´m back at home.
I can also understand that you are afraid of planes, but did you know that they are the safest transportation on earth? I mean I already flew so many times and never happened anything. There´s no reason to be worried. Nothing´s going to happen to me and I will come back safely,” he said in one breath. “I’ll always come back to you,” he said calmer after he took a deep breath. He kissed your hand and looked at you again. “I’ll always come back to you because I love you. I really do and even though we won´t see each other for two months now I´ll never really leave you because although I´m at the other side of the world, I´m always there for you. Don´t forget that!” He wiped away the last tear, which was still on your cheek and kissed you gently. You snuggled up closer to him, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Thank you, for everything,” you said quietly and suddenly you felt like an idiot because of your fear of flights. “I´m sorry, I was stupid. I overreact because of the flight, I was just scared and thought about it way too much and,” “There´s nothing you have to apologise about, everything´s fine,” he interrupted you smiling and before he could say anything else someone called Shawn. It was time for him to go.

There you stood, Shawn and you, arm in arm, didn´t want to let each other go. You didn´t remember when the last time was, you hugged someone so tightly. You two stood there as long as possible, but it only felt like seconds to you. “I love you, and don´t forget to call me when you need something,” he said, his lips against your cheek.
You looked at him and leant your forehead against his. “I love you too and I won´t forget about you, don´t worry,” you smiled and closed the gap between your lips.
Shawn looked at you with a smile and gave you one last quick kiss. He held your hand until he was forced to let go, when he slowly walked away from you.

Originally posted by lalgibi

Your Voice

request: “Hiii can you do #29 with got7 youngjae please?! Thank youuu!“ ~Anon

29 - My nightmares are usually about losing you

genre: slight angst

pairing: youngjae x you

word count: 576

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A/N: Holy shit I haven’t posted in forever. Miss me? ~Admin B

“Y/N-ah…Y/N…” Youngjae groaned sleepily, shaking your shoulder. A low groan emitted from your sleeping body. Propping himself up on his elbow, he shook you again. “Jagi, please wake up.”

Hearing the pet name, you rolled over to face your boyfriend. “Youngjae?”

“Are you up?” he asked, still looking at your closed eyes. Struggling against drowsiness, you pulled them open slowly and nodded. “Good.” He pulled you to him, your face snuggled against his chest and you could feel heat radiating from him.

“What’s wrong, babe?” you asked, voice scratchy with sleep.

“I had a nightmare…” he confessed slowly. It took a moment for you to process; Youngjae had never woken you up because he had a bad dream before. The comfortable position all snuggled up in his arms made you want to drift back to sleep more than anything, but worry made you fight the drowsiness that was pulling your eyes shut. Usually if he had a bad dream, he would just mention it in passing the next day, never really going into any detail though. He’d just say that he was being chased or it was just a stress dream because of work, so for him to wake you up at God knows what hour of the night was a big deal.

“You’ve been having a lot of nightmares lately, is everything okay?”

“I’m just stressed I guess.” It was weird to see Youngjae being anything but a goofy ball of sunshine. Wracking your brain, you tried to imagine what could be upsetting him. Promotions were almost over, so that probably wasn’t it. He hadn’t mentioned any issues with the other members, Coco wasn’t sick, and you two hadn’t been fighting. Although, he had been pretty clingy lately. Nothing too extreme, whenever he came over, he just seemed to want to cuddle more or he’d follow you to the kitchen whenever you got up. Did that have something to do with this?

“What are they about? Your nightmares, I mean.”

Silence hung in the air, and Youngjae’s arms stiffened around you. You tilted your head back to try and gauge his expression, but it was too dark to really tell what he was thinking. After what felt like an eternity, he let go of the breath he was holding and confessed, “Well, my nightmares are usually about…losing you.”


He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I was worried you would think it was weird; that it would scare you off or something.” In that moment, he was glad it was pitch black, the embarrassment he felt was making him blush. His tone of voice gave it away though, and you could tell his cheeks were probably scarlet. You understood though, you two hadn’t been together for very long and he’d just recently begun spending the night. If he’d been anyone else, it totally would have freaked you out. It being Youngjae though, you thought that it was sweet. Even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud, you’d had a couple dreams about losing him too. It was weird to feel so attached to someone you’d been with for so little time.

“I promise you I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” Straining your neck, you kissed his jaw in hopes it’d be comforting.

He hummed at the affection, giving you a light squeeze. “I’m sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night, Jagi. I just needed to hear your voice.”

Nightmares - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by life-in-midgard

Words: 1245
Paring: Pietro x Reader
Warnings: nightmares, crying.
A/n: just the thought of protective Pietro is really cute so an imagine sounded like fun.

You had never told Pietro about your nightmares. You didn’t want to worry him. He’s your best friend, and you knew he’d worry. You didn’t need to add to the stress he already has- not to mention that he has nightmares too.

Sometimes, you’ll wake up in the middle of the night due to your nightmares. But sometimes, you’ll wake up because you know Peitro is having a nightmare. That’s the bug of your ability- emotions. You’re able to tell what people are feeling, and if you’re close with them, you can tell it in your sleep. Since you’re a manipulator, you have to get into the mind. Before the ability was finished, you were taken away from the scientist. Sometimes it’s good that there’s a bug in your ability, but sometimes, it can hurt you just as much.

And that’s why you get nightmares- thanks to the bug. You can’t really remember the last time you had a nice dream. Most nights you don’t remember what happens in your sleep, but when you do, it’s always nightmares. It ranges to anything really, some nights are worse than others.

Pietro often asks you what’s wrong, but you never tell him. If he knew about your nightmares, his would get worse.

So when you wake up from Pietro’s feelings, you always go to his room to make sure he’s okay. You wake him up and sometimes he’s okay, but sometimes, tears are involved. You always help talk him through it, and you’ll even sleep on the floor beside his bed- just to make sure he’s alright.

His nightmares range from many different things as well. But mainly, it’s flashbacks to when he and Wanda were ten, and the bombing in Sokovia happened. It doesn’t stop playing through his head and you really feel for him.

But tonight was different.

After the mission you and the team had went on- which involved you having to manipulate many Hydra guards- you had the worst nightmares you have ever had.

You woke up screaming. The nightmare kept playing through your mind- it was like someone with Wanda’s ability was showing you your worst fear and never stopped.

You had gone crazy. Manipulating everyone’s mind and getting them all to fight and eventually, take down one another. Pietro tried to stop you, so you took actions, and killed him off.

It felt so real, and that’s why you woke up screaming.

You couldn’t stop yourself from crying- the nightmare kept playing through your head, even when you were awake!

A few minutes later your door was thrown open. You looked up, taking your head out of your hands to see Pietro, Wanda and Tony watching you. Since their rooms are the closest to yours, you knew they heard you wake up.

“Oh my god, what happened?” Pietro spoke fast, running over to you.

“It-it’s nothing.” You cried out.

Tony started to talk. “Come on, was this another one of your nightm-”

“Tony.” Wanda said quickly, trying to silence him. But it was too late, and Pietro had heard him.

“Sorry, I forgot, but he was going to find out one way or another.” Tony said with a slight shrug. Tony knew about your nightmares since the first night you became an avenger- you also woke up screaming, and he came to check on you. Wanda knew, she can read minds, of course. “Are you okay?” Tony continued.

“It- it was like someone kept showing me my worst fear, but it didn’t stop, it’s still playing in my head!” You cried out again, grabbing your head.

Tony’s head flashed over to Wanda. “I swear, it wasn’t me!” She put her hands up in defense. “Plus, I only show worst fears once at a specific time- and why would I do that to my friend? I know about the nightmares, I wouldn’t do that.”

“No…this fear is different and much worse than what Wanda had shown me to take me down way back when…this is way, way worse.” You said, tears still going down your cheeks.

“Who would be doing this?” Pietro asked as he still had a tight grip around your body.

Everyone was silent and you just shook your head, going to grab at your hair. You just wanted to images gone- but they never left.

“I know that with my abilities I have to be a certain distance close to them to be able to show the fears… so whoever is doing this could be close.” Wanda said quietly.

You saw Tony pull out his phone, “I’ll check security around the floors below and above this one, I’ll make sure everything is locked up, Friday, any breeches?” Tony said quietly. “I hope you’re okay, I’m going to check the footage.”

You nodded at Tony as he left the room and sighed. The images were still playing in your head, making your headache worse and you cry even more.

“Wanda, is there any way you can stop this?” Pietro said.

“I can try…” She said and walked over. She sat down next to you and as she put her hands up to your head Pietro never moved away from you.

Wanda rotated her hands a few times, red sparks coming off. She had managed to reverse the effect, and stop the images.

“Did that work?” She asked you.

You nodded, wiping a tear off your face. “Thank you, so much.” You said.

“I do not like seeing my friends in pain… I’ll do anything I can to stop this other fear controller.” She smiled.

“Thanks…and thanks for checking on me, sorry I woke you.”

“Do not worry about, I am just glad you are alright now. I am going to go back to bed, but my room is right there- so if you need anything, do not be afraid to ask.” She smiled at stood up. “Pietro, are you going back to bed?”

“I think I am going to make sure nothing else happens. I know how bad nightmares are.” He said quietly, trying to not startle you.

Wanda nodded and shut your door as she walked out. Pietro, still hugging you, started to talk.

“Why did you not tell me you had nightmares?” He asked and wiped another tear off your cheek with his thumb.

You shrugged. “I knew how bad your nightmares are…I didn’t want to worry you any more. As you know, with the manipulation thing, I can sense the emotions. And since I’m so close to you, yours are even stronger in my mind- I didn’t want your nightmares to be any worse.” You spoke quickly.

Pietro smiled. “You are so sweet, you realize that, yes?” He asked and you just shrugged. “You are always there for me when I have nightmares, so I am always going to be here for you. Do not forget that.” He said and tapped your nose.

“Thanks, Piet.” You smiled and finally hugged him back.

“Do you mind if I sleep in here tonight?” He asked. “I really do want to make sure you are okay.”

You nodded. “I have a big bed, go for it.”

Pietro laid down next to you and for once in your life, you felt that you were safe from the nightmares. Especially when you woke up in the early hours of the morning with his arm wrapped around you.

Maybe something like this would stop both of your nightmares.

I will always protect you (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: heyo, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where spiderman saves you from something but later your having nightmares about the attack and Peter comforts you and just fluff

A/N: So today is my birthday and I woke up to more than 550 followers ?!!!! This is CRAZY. The blog has 3 weeks and I never thought I would have more than 100 followers if I’m honest. This is one of the best birthday presents ever! Thank you very much xx

You woke up sweating, the events of two months before running through your mind and reminding you everything that happened that night. You knew you wouldn’t fall back to sleep -you were tired, but also scared. You didn’t want to have nightmares again. 

Opening your window, you got to the fire escape and walked to the floor under yours, where Peter lived. You knew he would let you in, and maybe he would even cuddle you. You just wanted to feel protected, and you knew Peter would always be there for you, so that’s where you liked to go when things like this happened.
Knocking at his window, you saw him churning. You felt guilty about waking him up, but he always told you it was alright. Touching the scar you got that night on your hip, you knocked again. He finally opened his eyes, and walking to you, he opened the window and let you in, hugging you just as you got in.
‘The same dream?’ he asked, trying to keep his voice low so he wouldn’t wake up May. He was rubbing your hair and keeping you close, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies inside you. You wanted him to love you, but you knew it was impossible. He saw you as a sister, and that would always be that way.
You nodded, and he took you to his bed, still holding you in his arms. You both laid there, cuddling.
‘If Spiderman hadn’t saved me that night, God knows what would’ve happened to me. Maybe I wouldn’t have only a scar. It just-it makes me sick thinking about it. What those men wanted to do with me -I hate it. If you had just heard them Peter. I-I thought they were gonna -I thought they were gonna rape me. I was so scared. In the nightmare Spiderman never comes, and I have to dream about what they do, and it just-it makes me… I don’t even know. I felt so stupid about taking that way home, as if all that had actually been my fault’ you whispered, trying not to cry. You had felt so dirty the first days, that Peter had had to be at your room, waiting for you to come out of the shower, so you wouldn’t be there for hours, just rubbing your skin.
‘Don’t think about that. It wasn’t your fault. I-I will always protect you. I won’t let anything happen to you ever again. I promise’ he said, holding you even closer until there was no space between you both. You closed your eyes and breathed his smell in, finally feeling secure and at home.
When May opened Peter’s door at morning to wake him up to go shopping, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the two teenager who were in love with each other and didn’t know about it, and let them sleep, still hugging each other.

Whew. I am finally back home from my adventures.

I’ve been thinking about my next projects, and what I want to build. I have a few designs lined up, but something occurred to me and made me curious.
I want to make monsters….. and Halloween, while pretty far away, is coming. In order to be ready, I should start exploring the scary monster factors that I want to create.


What monsters or creatures scare you? WHY do they scare you? Are they mostly human? Are they completely unrecognizable? Do they move in an odd manner? Is it the sharp teeth, and scary claws, or is it the knife in his hand? Does it have pupils, or is it blind, or does it even have eyes at all? Is it symmetrical? Does it have a name? Is it from something we’ve seen before, or is it one of your personal nightmares?

I want to figure out what would be popular, but also interesting. What qualifies something as horror? Blood? Missing parts? The creature itself, or the props it has?

I want to dissect what makes a monster scary. What makes you run up the basement stairs a little faster towards the end?