though she does fall asleep with me


Daveed Diggs x Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

This is a part of the Small Thing to Two Giants series

Note: Okay guys I am still on break from writing, but I found this in my docs like half finished and figured I’d quickly finish it off and let y’all have it. This was my first time writing a threesome and also it’s the first smut piece for STTTG I hope you enjoy! Also shout out to @daveeddiggsit for proofreading this for me!

Warning: smut, oral sex, probably swearing (I don’t even know I was half asleep when I finished this off)

Word Count: 1,454

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You sigh as you crash into bed at 9:30 after pulling one of Daveed’s shirts over your head. You can’t remember the last time you went to bed so early but here you are tired of everything and ready to curl up under the covers. Without your boys either side of you the bed feels too big. It feels too big for one tiny little person. Herc jumps up on the end of the bed and curls up at your feet, his presence bringing a small smile to your face.

Herc is the only one who’s been around to bring a smile to your face lately. You know Daveed and Oak don’t mean to be away all the time, and of course you’re happy for them. As hamilton’s popularity grows your boys are needed more and more for press events and photo shoots.

The thing about it that’s been getting on your nerves is that while they have spent so much time away from you, they’ve been together. All day, every day they’ve been able to spend their time together while the only times you get to see them is in the morning before you go to work and at night when they get home.

As the thoughts swim around in your head you don’t notice the sound of the front door being opened a while later until you hear Daveed’s voice.

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anonymous asked:

starting after the 4x03 hand snuggle scene except clarke asks bellamy to stay with her? :)

Because of Bellamy.

Thanks for the prompt anon. It’s one of my fav bellarke scenes ever and adding up some only made my heart warm up for them. Also s/o to @asavelveteen for beta’ing my fic again <3 (There will be a second part soon guys! Just wait for it!)

We are still breathing.

Clarke drops her gaze from Bellamy to the list again, staring at her name adorning far bottom of it. She is on that list now, she is going to be saved, along with Bellamy. Then she feels Bellamy’s hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

It’s in that moment that Clarke realizes that she is not saved along with Bellamy. She is saved because of Bellamy. And with that realization, memories of the numerous times Bellamy saved her life come flooding back. He has saved her from too many times to count, from anything from traps to grounders and now he’s going to save her from the second apocalypse, too.

She lifts her hand up and give his hand a squeeze too, then tilts her head and rests her cheek on their clasped hands, showing how grateful she is to have him by her side, now more than ever.

“Get some sleep.” Bellamy whispers some moments later and Clarke lifts her head up again, letting go of his hand and looking up at him. He is staring back at her with the same sad smile he’s worn since they discovered that Jaha’s bunker wouldn’t save anyone, and that the list would have to be made after all.

Clarke gives him a nod and his hand releases her shoulder, the weight of saving the human race returning heavier than before because now, she must carry the weight of forgiving herself and keep living with the decisions she’s made.

She watches as Bellamy steps to the side and heads for the door and worry washes over her face. “You can stay.” She says quickly, making Bellamy to freeze and turn to look at her. “If you want.” She adds waveringly.

Bellamy just stare at her, studying her to find what is bothering her. “Clarke…”

“I just don’t feel like being alone tonight.” She interrupts him, eyes dropping again to the list still on the table.

Bellamy gives her a sad smile again, only this time Clarke doesn’t notice it, eyes glued to the list in front of her. With a sigh, Bellamy walks back to her and lifts the list from the desk, folding it in half and setting it down underneath. “We did the right thing, Clarke.” He whispers. “Let’s hope that we don’t have to use it after all.”

Clarke stares deep into Bellamy’s brown eyes, wondering how can he comfort her like that, how he can find the right words to take some of the weight off of her shoulder when she need him to. How he can still be so strong after everything he has been through. How he still has hope.

“Are you staying?” She asks some moments after, standing up from the chair she was sitting on. The nod she gets from Bellamy warms her heart.

“I’ll take the couch.” He prompts. “You take the bed.”

Clarke wants to protest, she doesn’t want him to have an uncomfortable sleep on the couch so she can sleep in the first place. But she knows better to fight him on that. He would prefer sleeping on the floor over making it slightly awkward for them to sleep next to each other on the bed. So she just nods her head in agreement and walks pass him, making her way to the bed in the far corner of the room.

She turns her back on him and she can hear him taking off his gun belt and jacket as she does the same. Once out of their boots too, Bellamy and Clarke sit on the couch and bed respectively and glance at each other.

“Do you want me to turn off the lights?” Bellamy offers.

“No. I- I prefer to sleep with the lights on.” She tells him, trying to hide her vulnerability.

“Okay.” Bellamy nods. “Good night then.”

“Good night, Bellamy.” And with that, the two exhausted leaders lay down. To her surprise, Clarke falls asleep almost instantly.

What is not a surprise though, is the nightmare that wakes her up a couple of hours later. The first thing she seen when she comes back from her nightmare is Bellamy’s worried face, eyes wide open and concern taking hold over every muscle on his face.

“It was just a nightmare.” He whispers, cupping her cheek and tucking some stray hair from in front of her eyes behind her ear. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He promises, coaxing her to him and guiding her head to rest on his shoulder.

Clarke lets him calm her down, she lets him comfort her for the second time tonight and she lets herself free, too. She doesn’t really realize they’re both sitting on the bed, but her arms find their way around his torso immediately and she lets the tears out without a second thought. In her cries, she feels Bellamy’s arms holding her close to him too, stroking comforting circles on her back as he whispers, “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

She doesn’t really know how long Bellamy has been holding her and letting her cry on his shoulder, or how long he has been whispering comforting words to her before she pulls back from him. She can’t bring herself to look him in the eyes as she wipes the last tears from her own and lets go of his shirt.

“You okay now?” He whispers, hands falling on bed between them.

Clarke only nods, eyes glued on the floor. “Yeah. Thank you and…” She pauses. “I’m sorry about this.”

“Clarke.” Bellamy says and with one hand, he hooks a finger under Clarke’s chin and nudges her to look at him. “There is nothing to apologize for. We all have our moments and we all need someone when we do.”

“I know. I just- You’re probably tired from working all day and I kept you up, and…” She decides to stop talking before she says something she’ll regret later.  

“It’s okay. Really.” Bellamy insists. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Clarke stares at him surprised. Does she want that? She isn’t sure at first, but she quickly thinks it over and decides against it. “No, it’s okay. As you said, it was just a nightmare.”

“Okay.” Bellamy says lowly, not wanting to push her on the subject.

They sit in silence for a couple of minutes, Clarke’s heavy breathing finally ebbing. Neither of them want to break the silence. It’s a silence they both feel comfortable in and maybe just a little bit safe, too. It’s Bellamy who finally breaks it though.

“I guess we should go back to sleep then.” He proposes, slowly pushing himself off the bed.

“No.” Clarke protests instantly, reaching to grab his wrist. “I mean… Can you stay here, please? I don’t want to fall sleep alone again.”

Bellamy stares down at her, blue eyes pleading him. With a nod and a small smile, Bellamy climbs onto the bed and pulls Clarke to lay down with him. A moment later, Clarke has her back pressed into Bellamy’s chest and his hand around her torso, holding her close to him as his hot breath hits the back of her neck.

“Get some rest, princess. I won’t let anything near you again.” He promises, knowing that Clarke is already sleeping and she won’t hear him. Sleep comes easier for him too that night.

Little Hints

Cassian Andor x Reader

Request: Hey could you write something for Cassian/Reader, something along the lines of Cassian having a hard time verbalizing his feelings but he expresses them in other ways?

A/N: Hello everyone! I am excited to be able to write more and I will be getting to your requests now! I hope you enjoy this fic and please don’t hesitate to send in requests!

I do not own anything!!!

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anonymous asked:

How about the NDRV3 guys sleeping with their S/O for the first time? (Just sleeping. Nothing NSFW)

Awh that’s cute Anon ^^ Have some fluff >_>

NDRV3 Boys sleeping with their S/O for the first time (No NSFW)

Shuuichi Saihara:

- The boy was stressed

- This was the first time you agreed to stay over at his house

- He literally cleaned everywhere just for you

-The two of you spent the day watching Sherlock (Best show)

You noticed he was yawning more and more 

- “Saihara - kun! Let’s go to sleep now, I won’t carry you to bed haha”

- You take his hand and pull him towards his room

- He already has a faint blush but once he realises that you’ve decided to sleep with him he’s instantly bright red

- “U-Uh… Are you sure S/O - san?…”

- You nod before cuddling up to him

- “Night night Saihara - kun!” You give him a quick kiss on the nose

- Gah… You’re so cute…

- He shyly kisses the top of your head before wrapping his arms around you and closing his eyes

Kaito Momota:

- He loved the idea of you staying over at his house for the first time!

- He won’t deny it, his house was messy so he did what we all do when we have guests

- He threw everything into the wardrobe

- The two of you were night owls which meant that you could appreciate the night sky with him

- The two of you were lying on his jacket as he lazily pointed out stars to you

- You cuddled up to him and slowly started to drift off to sleep

- “And this is… Oh… You’re asleep”

- You look so cute, it’s unreal

- He carefully wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead

- “Goodnight, my brightest star”


- He didn’t really know what to do

- He invited you over to his house for the night but he didn’t really think about what you two could do

- When you finally arrive he gives you a small tour of his house

- “So uh… I would usually charge up over there but… It’d be rude to just leave you..”

- You give him a confused look, he’s blushing quite majorly

- “I… Can… I would like to accompany you whilst we ‘sleep’!”

- You begin to giggle, he was just so cute!

- You just spent time talking to each other before you started to become sleepy

- “Bedtime!” You say as you yawn

- Kiibo just sort of stays in one place so you have to take his hand and guide him to the bed

- You let him lie down first and then you simply place your head on his chest

- “Night night Kiibo - kun!”

- Hesitantly, he puts his arms around you before turning on sleep mode

- “Goodnight, S/O - san”

Rantaro Amami:

- You invited him to stay the night for the first time

- “Make yourself at home!”

- The second you say that he smirks and jumps onto the sofa, taking up all of it

- He flashes you a grin before getting the remote and switching the TV on

- “Come watch with me S/O - san”

- “There’s no space.”

- “I’m sure you’ll think of something”

- And think of something you did, you walked up to him and casually sat on his stomach

- “Kh! Okay, stop!”

- You roll your eyes before shifting so that you’re lying on top on him

- “Better Amami - kun?”

- He begins to blush and just stutters out a “Y-Yeah…”

- The two of you just watch TV but… He’s really comfortable…. Soon enough you find yourself slowly drifting off

- The next time Amami glances at you, you’re happily sleeping on him. He just smiles and wraps his arms around you before closing his eyes

Kokichi Ouma:

- Of course he invited you to sleep at his house!

- As soon as you enter he pulls you into his room and shows you all of his best possessions

- He then proceeds to tell you all about the best pranks he pulled

- “Nishishi~ S/O - chan should join me one day!”

- You giggle before rubbing your eyes. You loved listening to Ouma’s stories but that didn’t stop you from becoming sleepy

- “Huh? Are you sleepy?”

- You nod before slapping your cheeks lightly

- “Nishishi!”

- Before you know it, Ouma jump hugs you causing you to fall onto the bed with him on top

- “If you’re tired you should go to sleep S/O - chan”

- “Eh? What about you?”

- “Well~ I have someone I can cuddle now so I’ll sleep too!” As he says that he kisses your cheek before cuddling up to you and closing his eyes

- This is cute

- You hug him back before letting yourself fall asleep

Gonta Gokuhara:

- Being the gentleman he is, whenever you offered for him to stay the night he always slept on the sofa

- You two were together for a while now and you knew he was just being polite but you wanted him to be happy too

- “Hey hey Gonta - kun!”

- “What is it S/O - san?”

- “Tonight, you have to sleep with me okay? No more sofa sleeping, it’s bad for your back!”

- He makes a somewhat shocked face before blushing

- “It’s nice that… S/O - san cares about Gonta’s health”

- You two spend the evening watching a wildlife documentary before you take his hand and lead him to your room

- He takes up most of the bed but you don’t really mind seeing as you just cuddle up to him 

- He’s like a giant teddy bear

- At first he feels kind of.. Awkward seeing as he never did something like this before but after a while he just brings you closer before playing with your hair

- “Sleep well Gonta - kun..” You murmur into his chest

- He lets out a little laugh and kisses the top of your head

Korekiyo Shinguji:

- The two of you didn’t really do much when you spent time together

- And by that I mean you mostly read books together

- He was just sitting on the sofa reading whilst you were lying on the sofa, your head resting in his lap

- You had to admit, reading like that made your arms quite tired but it was worth it

- As you glanced up you noticed his eyes were closing

- Aha! There’s your chance

- You quickly put your book away before sitting up

- He gives you a confused look but you ignore it and quickly sit on his lap then you lean against him

- “Huh.. What are you doing S/O - san?”

- “You look like you need a nap so I’m joining you of course!”

 - He just rolls his eyes but then lazily puts an arm around you

- “We should do this more often S/O - san”

- “Agreed!”

Ryoma Hoshi:

- He somehow managed to convince you to go to the gym with him

- That was a mistake

- By the end of it you were exhausted whilst he seemed as energetic as ever

- As soon as you got home you collapsed on the sofa

- “Hey, S/O, come on that was barely a proper workout”

- He starts poking your cheek but you just reply with a groan

- This however, does not discourage him so you open your eyes and glare at him

- “Stop”

- “No”

- “Okay.” You quickly reach out and pull him towards you until he’s pressed against your chest

- “Gotcha”

- You can’t see but his face is bright red

- “Now I sleep”

- It doesn’t take long for you to actually fall asleep and he just kind of… Thinks about this situation a bit more

- She pulled me into a hug. She’s asleep now though. Is this sleeping together? Wait if it is this is the first time. She’s warm… Wait no bad Ryoma!

- He tries his best to get out of the hug but your grip is like iron

- Guess he’s staying here for a while…

- Not that he’s complaining :3

evilwriter37  asked:

Imagine the gang putting each other to bed. Like, Hiccup's really tired and overworking and someone just likes picks him up, puts him in bed, and tucks him in. Just any of them doing that for each other.

Ooh, yes. That definitely happens. 

With Hiccup especially. I can picture like, the other five looking at each other when they realize he’s yawning but he’s still working or refuses to sleep for some reason (or looks tired) and like…. time to put his ass to bed for him. Like Snotlout rolling his eyes, looking at Astrid or Fishlegs and then like picking him up and putting him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and Hiccup’s like “Hey!” And Snotlout’s like “Time for bed, dude.” 

Fishlegs and Astrid go for a more gentle approach. Maybe like, hey wanna cuddle with me? And really the cuddling is just to get him into a bed so he sleeps. Though, I’d love to see Astrid pick Hiccup up and carry him either piggyback, fireman’s carry, or bridal style. He probably falls asleep while she does this too. 

Or the twins basically going Thorston Sandwich with him and like, now you can’t go anywhere because you’re stuck between both of us. Time to sleep. (They pull that with everyone else, too. Snotlout acts like he hates it but he actually loves it!)

They probably get Toothless in on it too. Like “Watch him, make sure he sleeps.” Maybe have Toothless tuck him into those lovely wings of his and Hiccup now is cocooned by 2000 pounds of Night Fury.

And plus, they literally did that for Astrid in Night of the Hunters! (She wakes up in Hiccup’s bed after her all day water adventure). Canon evidence! Yay! I could see them doing that immediately after Buffalord Soldier. Like, yes, you’re well now, but you need a good night’s sleep, okay? Stormfly, make sure she sleeps. 

I can see them tucking each other into bed after their various adventures where they were really concerned about one other. Or their friend is likely to be feeling really vulnerable. Like, everybody tucking Ruff (and Tuff) into bed after Twintuition. They probably tucked Hiccup into bed after Dire Straits but stayed in the room with him because they couldn’t fathom leaving him. They definitely all helped tuck Astrid into her bed while she was temporarily blind, and staying with her (or cuddling with her, if they asked or she asked). Same with Snotlout in Not Lout or Bad Moon Rising (though, I’d imagine they never left his side and cuddling happened.) They also did the same for Tuff in Bad Moon Rising.

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Bucky x shy!reader

Notes: fluff, nightmares (anxiety?), angsty(?), none other yet.

This is part two of a short series, which probably will be three or four parts long. Mostly Bucky’s POV! Thanks for the request!

Requested by: Anonymous

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The following night I’m alone in the kitchen again and I find myself feeling relieved. It means she’s probably having a good nights rest; unlike me.

As soon as that thought crosses my mind I hear whimpering coming from down the hall, followed by a strangled scream. My senses are still heightened from the terrors that haunted me earlier and my body instantly reacts, bolting down the hall, looking for where the distressed sound is coming from. I follow the heavy breathing and hoarse whines to a closed door. Her door. Something’s wrong.

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anonymous asked:

PrattPack headcannon please, Miss! Their /CARNAL/ reaction when bae has a wet dream/moans their name in her sleep

Oooh, Nonnie, I love it when you use such saucy language with me! haha

Andy: it would probably wake him up, and in his grogginess he wouldn’t have noticed the arousal in her voice, just that she said his name, so he’d respond with hers.  when she made a soft purring moan, he’d pop up from the pillow, fully awake with a surprised grin on his face, pulling her in to press himself against her, though he does fall back asleep before too long

Peter: not a thing in the galaxy sounds sexier than her moaning his name, and the fact that she’s dreaming about him… he has to dart his tongue across his dry lips and readjust himself because he’s suddenly become achingly uncomfortable in his pants. he leans into her, whispering some racy things into her hair behind her ear as his fingers trail down her stomach. somewhere between sleep and waking, she grips his wrist and unceremoniously pushes it down between her thighs. Peter is more than happy to oblige

Owen: The sounds of his name had him at attention in more ways than one.  She’s laying half way across his chest, mumbling into his collarbone, and her hips are moving against his thigh like she’s desperate for release.  His hand reaches up to tangle in her hair as he whispers against her forehead “If you don’t settle down…” but she tilts her face up to him, eyes partially open and dark with sleep and desire, moaning his name before kissing him, and he’s rolling her onto her back, hips nestled between her legs

anonymous asked:

Otp asks: 6, 11 & 26. Keep up the great work!

Ask me about my otp headcanons?

6 - Who can fall asleep anywhere (and does) and who has to put them to bed?
The life on the run has taught Red not to be too picky about where he lays his head to rest. One time, he fell asleep at Liz’s office while waiting for her. He looked so peaceful though that Liz really couldn’t bring herself to wake him up, so instead she settled down and finished some paperwork. Whenever he falls asleep on the couch - arm draped across her middle, face nuzzling against her stomach or chest or the crook of her neck - Liz gently scratches her nails against his scalp until she has his attention (eyes slowly blinking open, dazed and slightly confused, mouth slightly agape, head cocked to the side in a silent question) before carefully ushering him into bed. 

11 - Who gives the bear hugs and who is always sidling up to them and snaking their arms around their waist?
- Liz goes for full-on hugs, arms slung across Red’s middle or shoulders, face pressed into his chest so she can breath in his scent, stepping in close - her smaller feet squashed between his. Red, on the other hand, is a bit more elegant: fingers ghosting over the back of her neck and down to rest against the small of her waist, stepping in close to let his hand linger on the side of her waist, gently pulling her against his side before leaning down to press a soft kiss against the crown of her head, nuzzling her hair and delighting in having her so close. 

26 - Who is the jealous one and asks why the other was being so flirty all night, and who is oblivious to their own charms?
Red loves to flirt, even though he tries to tone it down whenever Liz is around. Still, given his - oftentimes rather insensible - habit of talking about past relationships and conquests, Liz frequently results to kicking his shin and glaring at him. Liz, on the other hand, always draws a lot of attention, especially when she’s dressed up. And while Red feels incredibly lucky to have the most stunning woman at his arm, sometimes it can be quite exhausting to bat other men (and once or twice other women) away with a stick. It’s only made more tiring by the fact that Liz rarely seems to notice that she’s being flirted with (It’s usually when she is out with Red; whenever a guy comes up to chat with her, she believes that he’s just being friendly. After all, she’s there with her boyfriend. She never realizes that these men mistake Red for her boss or mentor or - Red makes sure to up his glare in these cases: - her father.)


Request: Hello hello!! Could you do an exo reaction to when their crush falls asleep on their shoulders, like would they be flustered or greasy about it lmaoo 💕

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the guy who is super super flustered and doesn’t know what to do

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the guy who doesn’t know what to feel when he sees her sleeping peacefully on him, and believes the world must surely be ending 

Originally posted by daenso


she trusts me enough to sleep on me. oh yeah.

while he doesn’t want to move around too much to wake her up, on the inside, baekhyun is screaming with the joy of approval

Originally posted by 12fools


the guy who keeps talking to her even after she falls asleep, not realising until he asked her a question and she didn’t reply

Originally posted by littlebyuns


“ah, great. now i can’t go anywhere.”

the guy who uses her falling asleep as an excuse to not do anything for the rest of the day

Originally posted by jonginssoo


the guy who tenses up and stares at the wall emotionlessly, waking her up when his shoulders stiffen

Originally posted by luedeer



the guy who doesn’t think much of it; stays as long as he needs to in the same position so that her sleep isn’t disturbed

Originally posted by vvu-yi-fan


i could get used to seeing her sleep next to me…

shut up, minseok. literally just shut. up.

the guy who tries to control his wildin’ thoughts around her

Originally posted by secrethideoutme


the guy who wanted to fall asleep on her first but was beaten as soon as she lay her head on his shoulder

Originally posted by harlysquad


“what does she think she’s doing…”

super “bitch get out of my space” type of guy even though it’s his crush

Originally posted by porkdo-bi


the guy who’s so flustered he just freezes up and sits uncomfortably until she wakes up

Originally posted by getlayd


“bitch this jacket is gu…”

starts off really salty but when he sees how cute she is, he forgets about it

Originally posted by shinylightblue

You. (Dean X Reader Soulmate AU)

Short Story Description: Set in supernatural universe. You wake up one day, with no memory or knowledge as to how you got in the middle of a forest. All you know is youre a hunter and a good one. Almost getting killed, however, leads to you meeting the boys. Dean, instantly, feels different with you as you feel different with him. You fall in love, and knowing you have the name ‘Dean’ on your wrist calms you. But without being able to tell Dean your name, you panic. Little did you know, Dean already knows your name.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, Castiel

Word Count: 2158

Warnings: ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Angst, fluff, self-hate, self-harm, jealousy

A/N: So, this chapter is pretty intense. When i started this story, it was my venting tool. Now that there’s people who actually like it, I’m happy. The reader is based on me. So alot of things that reader says and describes are self feelings. All of the chapter below is everything thats happened to me regarding reader’s feelings and what she does to herself. I hope this isn’t a trigger for anyone. If so, im so sorry. I hope that you guys like this chapter.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

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Chapter Seven


I don’t know how long it’s been since (Y/n) fell asleep. I’m not complaining though. Its quite nice to have her sleeping peacefully near me. I could feel her chest slowly rise and fall. The small noises she made when she moved. The way her face would scrunch up randomly. It was beautiful. As I was driving to the bunker, I pretty much smiled the whole damn way. “You don’t know what you do to me (Y/n), god, how is it that you’re here with me right now ?” I whispered to her because I didn’t want to risk waking her up. I sighed contently, and kept rubbing her soft hair. She moaned. That gave me shivers and a slight erection which I hoped it went the freak away. I cannot let her already know how much control she has over me. I would do anything for her. Seeing her, asleep, at peace, I’d do everything to make sure she always feels and looked this way. But if she’s with me, that will never happen. Dammit, Dean. Be happy the girl is actually here. Your soulmate ! She’s here ! She’s yours. I can protect her. I’ll do everything to make sure she’s happy but that won’t be with me. I drove in silence, listening to (Y/n)’s soft breathing until I reached the bunker. I slowly got out of the car, making sure to not wake (Y/n) up. I went to her side of the car and slowly, picked her up and took her inside. It was night and dark. When I finally got to the door, I somehow was able to open it, carrying precious cargo inside. I slowly walked and took her to her room where I laid her down slowly. I took off her jacket, her shoes and everything else that isn’t considered pajamas. As I was walking out, I almost face planted into Castiel.

“Cas, what the hell ?!”

“Dean, why are you whispering ?”

“(Y/n) is asleep.”


“Cas, we need to talk.”

“OK Dean, but first I need to tell you something.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“Why would I shoot you Dean ?”

“No, Cas, its a figure of speech, it mea- just never mind, what do you need to tell me ?”

“Dean, you aren’t worthy of her love.” That’s when my rage took over. I wasn’t worthy of her love ? I mean, I didn’t want her to be stuck with me, but I’m sure as hell ain’t letting this angel make me look like an ass.

“I’m not worthy ?” As I said this, I realized I couldn’t have said it anymore venomous than it came out.

“No, you’re not. That’s why my name is on her wrist as well. However, I thought I’d be best if she didn’t have me in her life, but I realized she needs me more than she needs you.” Every word that came out of his mouth stung and cut me up inside.

“Well, guess what ? My name was there first. She belongs to me.”

“She was given a second chance. She has a chance to not be doomed. I wish I could’ve realized this sooner. Before everything I did.” I couldn’t stop myself from clenching my jaw so hard, I felt like a Ken barbie doll. My hands immediately went into fists. It took all my might to not punch him right there and then.

“What. Did. You. Do ?” Every word came out angrier than the last.

“I thought it would be best if I erased all of her memories of the last five years. All the years that included me in her life. When we met, when we fell in love, when she had a choice to be with me, but she was weak. Not even my grace could heal her. She was broken inside. She was hurting. I just, I didn’t want her to have memories of those hard times.”

“So, you’re the reason she’s like this ? Does Bobby know ?”


“Ok, well he’s gonna beat your ass.”

“I know he will be angry, but I believed it was for the best.”

“Well, it wasn’t, but you did it, you screwed her up. I’m willing to help her be her again.” And it was in that moment that I realized, I wasn’t going to leave her side. I just, couldn’t. She was my world now. And I was gonna take damn good care of it despite, what everyone, or angel, says. “Well, screw you Cas, I’m gonna be here for her.”

“Dean, I don’t want to fight.”

“I’d fight for her any day.”

“Fine, its war Dean. She will be mine. I will get her and she will be mine.”

“Not if I win her first.”

“What the hell ?” This voice was one that would make me melt, but in this moment, it filled me with fear. It sounded so, broken. “I’m not some item.” My eyes quickly turned to see a beautiful tearstained girl looking at me and Cas. “I’m not some trophy or property to be won and shelved. So you can both go and screw yourselves. ” she quickly pushed past me and ran towards Sam’s room. She slammed the door and I could hear her angrily, telling, practically yelling, to Sam what just happened. I was stunned. I couldn’t speak. I screwed up badly.


“Sam, they were talking about me like if I was some t-trophy or item, they had no respect whatsoever ! And I found out why I can’t remember anything !” Sam just watched you as you walked back and forth and ranted. Sincerely, you had woken and scared the crap out of him. He was worried from the moment he saw you pressed against the door.

“It was Castiel, he did this to me.” Your eyes began to water again, which made it worse. “He said, he s-said I was broken.” You couldn’t stop crying. Sam stood up from his bed right away and engulfed you in a big hug. Thats when you began sobbing. “I, Sam, I have to show you something.” Sam pulled away enough to hold you closely at arms length. You slowly moved back and took the shirt you were wearing slowly off. The moment his eyes landed on your body, they were wide. Full of fear, of mixed emotions, of hurt, of anger, of anything that wasn’t good. You were vulnerable infront of Sam. You had no idea why you trusted him so much. You had only met him the day before, but god, did he feel like that brotherly, father type you ever so needed in your life. His staring and wide eyes made you extremely self-conscious, as if you weren’t already. You began to cry. “Im sick Sam, and I can’t be helped.”

The tears in your eyes wouldn’t stop falling down your face. Sam was breathless. Eventually, you turned on the light only revealing everything else, which made Sam cry with you. He dealt with monsters, with spirits, with demons, he had scars of his own, but he’d be lying if what he saw didn’t break his heart. When you removed your shirt, he was shocked. He didn’t want to do anything. He just didn’t see you that way, and you were his brother’s soulmate. He couldn’t do that. But the moment he saw your bruised, cut up, scarred skin, he couldn’t help but stare, wide eyed. When you said you were sick, it didn’t click to him at first. But the moment he saw your skin covered in lines, so many lines, he knew you weren’t in a healthy state of mind. After a long time of quietness, you explained your theory to Sam. You were a cutter. These, could never be hunting scars. These were from internal battles you always lost too. You concluded, you were depressed. And the jumpiness and uncontrollable panics, was anxiety. It was the only reasonable explanation. Once you had turned on the light, it only made everything much more exposed. Upon your thighs, you had an endless amounts of dark, faded lines going in every direction, and covering, almost, every inch of skin. Your stomach wasn’t a great sight either. It burned you so much to see soo many self harmed places. Your arms weren’t pretty, your stomach neither, you legs were bad, and even, your ankles took a pretty bad beating. What Castiel said was right. You felt broken. You looked broken. You were broken.


After she left to Sammy’s room, Castiel poofed of to God knows where. I was standing alone inside of her temporary room. I couldn’t believe we had argued about her if she was a toy. I wanted to cry. The last damn thing I’d want her to think was that she wasn’t worth every fight. I can’t bare the thought of hurting her, but losing her was worse. She was mine. She was meant to be mine. I have to protect. No, i need to. Shes someone who ive been waiting for my whole life. I just… Dean, snap out of it ! Shell suffer with you, youll break her more. I can’t do this to her. She doesn’t deserve crap like me. Im nothing compared to her. She was worth everything. I cant hurt her. I’ll keep her away. Thats the only solution. I stood up from her bed and slowly walked to my room.


I need to save (Y/n) before he hurts her. She broken. I need to heal her. I need her to be safe. Shes the reason for my existence. Flying to the nearest motel, i stood in the room observing my suroundings. She needs me. I need her. I will fight for her. If Dean will declare war for her, i will fight.


As i fell asleep in Sam’s bed, feeling safe, i felt like crying everything i had inside of me. I hope that everything i believed was the answer, wasn’t. I slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking of what i have dont to myself. The pain, the stupidity, the want for in the moment pleasure. The swift movement of the object, creafting a swift line of red across your skin. The suddent feeling of a sharp object on your arms jolts you awake. You felt the blade cross your skin, again and again. It burned inside. You looked at your arm and it was as clean as it could but the burning, new cut sensation fueled uour body for more. It felt like ecstasy. One minute you were terrified of this sudden hunger for pain, but it made you feel good to know, it was going to be over soon. You slowly stood from Sam’s bed and walked to the kitchen. You looked for a sharp object. You found the knife drawer. You grabbed the sharpest one and sat down, back to the wall. You slowly placed the blade up to your skin, hesitating a few seconds before merely slicing your skin, over and over. You couldn’t control yourself. It felt like you were trapped in yoir brain. Nobody being able to hear you. “(Y/n) ? Wha- (Y/N)!!!” Dean practically pranced to your side. You had cut up both of your arms very badly. You had lost blood, but not enough to be considered fatal.

Dean carried you, practically running to the library. Setting you down on the table, he ran for alcohol and gauze wraps. He had never seen this side of you. It was as if you were in a trance you couldn’t be awoken from. You watched Dean and you screamed from the inside for him to save you, to free you. He didnt hear you. You watched as he cleaned you and wrapped you. You had knocked out unconsciously.


When i heard noise in the kitchen, i thought it was Sam. However, walking into what i saw, was the one thing my mind feared of most: losing her. She had a knife in one hand, and on the other, blood. She was covered in it. She was hurting herself. After cleaning her up, i picked her up softly and took her to my room. I set her down and practically ran for Sam. “SAMMY !”

“Dean, c-calm down.” He immediately stood and reached for my shoulder to get me less tense.

“Sammy, i almost lost her. She almost-” i swallowed the words before saying them. His eyes showed those of concern and pure fear. “She cut herself, badly, and, she has s-scars all over !” Sam stayed quiet. “Sam, why are you quiet ?”

“Dean, she, uh” he couldn’t finish. I saw the tears silently forming in his eyes.

“Shes sick, Dean.” And i swear, in that moment, every ounce of my being came crashing down. My world was broken. She was not ok, i was not ok.

Baby, ill save you. I promise.

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BTS Suga Angst - My Substitute Part 2

Genre: Angst

Warnings: swearing, smoking, depression.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 (Ending)

Originally posted by comfyjimin

I do not own the gif.

Yoongi froze at the invasion of Y/N’s words. His vision started to gradually blur. 

“Yoongi, it’s okay…come here…” Y/N gently commands with inviting arms.

He automatically let her embrace consume him as he blinked tears sniffling. She reminded him of his mother, so nurturing and protective over her little baby boy, until she could no longer fulfil her role.

Y/N stroked his back with one hand whilst weaved her long, delicate fingers through his damaged hair. She was so used to looking after people, however this was a new experience that Yoongi had finally gained after he opened up.

“I’m listening Yoongi, if you want to talk about it.” She whispered softly.

He thought about this deeply. There would be no harm in telling as he guaranteed that Y/N probably turn away from him too later on.

“I don’t have pleasant days. Something will happen like I said. Nothing ends well. For me…” He sadly chuckles. 

“Sometimes i just really want to give up…but I can’t help but hope maybe just one day…my bad luck will be washed away completely…” He finishes. Y/N’s eyes started forming tears as she understood his situation. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through this…it must be tiring to keep baring each day. If you come here regularly, I can promise to make you feel happier Yoongi.” Y/N proposes. Yoongi only scoffed at this idea, pulling away and he lies back down onto the bed, facing the opposite way. There’s no way that a neighbour he just met could do that. Karma would soon strike him again any time soon. 

“You probably won’t believe me, but you never know if you don’t give it a go. Sleep well Yoongi.” And like that, she left him alone.

Her words were clouding up Yoongi’s mind later on that night. 

“Who does she think she is? Some sort of genie?” Yoongi negatively thought. Though it took some time to adjust to the new setting, he did successfully fall asleep comfortably. It felt like ages since he last had a night of good sleep without having to give a shit about any remarks made or worrying to keep his now ex girlfriend’s happiness alive.

The next morning, Y/N had preoccupied Yoongi with breakfast and a cup of coffee. She frowned when Yoongi, only nibbled the edge of his toast, before putting it down. 

“Do you not like toast? I can ge-” 

“No! I do like toast, it’s just that I usually sleep past breakfast, so I’m not really hungry.” He said drinking his coffee instead. “I need to head off to work now, so I’ll see you around. Remember you’re always welcome here.” Y/N warmly smiles at Yoongi. He returns the smile without even noticing, as she leaves.

He’s better off heading back. The others are going to be worried he thought. Jin threw himself against Yoongi when he was about to click on the doorbell. 

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! I WAS SO WORRIED! I I THOUGHT YOU GOT RUN OVER OR SOMETHING!” Jin sobbed heavily making Yoongi feel slightly guilty. 

“Y/N took me back after I didn’t have any money and I asked to stay at hers be-” 

“Wait what? Y/N as in our next door neighbour?” Jin asked with a surprised expression. Yoongi nodded, fumbling for his packet of cigarettes. Jin glared at Yoongi, sick of apologising to the neighbours about the fire alarm setting off. 

“I’ll apologise to them Ji-… What the fuck…?” His voice trailed off as he found a load of sweeties had replaced his cigarettes. Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

“Read the back Yoongi.” Jin smiles. Turning the box over, it read 

“I’ll be your substitute for now.”


to celebrate valentine’s day, i have written a fake dating/college au oneshot. warnings: fluff, ust, awkwardness, swearing, a broken nose (blood), and maka harboring a secret crush. this is also on ffn and ao3. shoutout to lunar and proma for looking this over!

Drowsy, heavy-lidded eyes peer at her when the door finally creaks open, unfocused and squinting under the strain of adjusting to the fluorescent hallway lighting. Mumbling incoherently while shifting to lean on the casing for support is the height of Soul Evans’s coordination right now. The hem of his long-sleeved shirt bunches up as he slides a hand to lazily scratch up and down his flat stomach. He is blessed with a snowy-white trail of hair that leads beneath the waistband of his dangerously low-riding pajama bottoms.

Maka can’t help but stare. No one ever warned her that her sexual awakening would occur at three in the morning as she stands on a candy wrapper littered welcome mat, desperate, her fists sore from pounding too hard on his door.

Yet here she is, three seconds away from jumping up to wrap her legs around him. Hopefully they would land on his bed, but the floor is fine, too. It’s honestly too late to be thinking rationally. She blames the “Annual Valentine’s Day Cute Couple Contest!” poster she ripped off the bulletin board earlier and her competitive streak for inspiring the idea to ask her longtime secret crush for a favor.

“Tell me when you’re done staring,” he yawns, slumping even further onto the doorframe. What she finds charming about tousled hair, a husky voice, and straight, pointy teeth that only add an intimidating effect when combined with his reticent demeanor is a mystery she doesn’t want solved. On the rare occasion when he does smile, though, it stirs a bubbly heat in her belly, one that could melt metal, and these moments are little pockets of bliss.

“…I’m not,” she lies inexpertly, knees wobbly, feverish. “I’m here to tell you something.”

Thick eyelashes bat slowly, a sure sign that he’s in the process of falling asleep standing up. “Hurry up then. I don’t have all night, Albarn-”

“Date me!”

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Right Here With Me

For @stephanythedramaqueen
Random, random drabble and free write based off her obsessing and sharing that concept art of Noctis in a hoodie in a very messy room. I’m just going to end up dedicating all the writing to you. No doubt that mentioning you in these kind of things will become very common. Also if you look at Noct’s concept art and Light’s FFLR concept art where she’s on a roof with her gunblade, they seem to pair off very well.


The skyline of Insomnia dazzled brilliantly. The lights from the ginormous skyscrapers, expansive streets below, and the sky ships above persisted over the cosmos.

Lightning winced and tore her eyes away from the large window pane facing the view. Such appreciation for the sights is better spent when a person wasn’t trying to sleep. The light pollution and the noise outside served as a constant reminder that she was in Lucis. The sprawling metropolis, in fact, lived up to its name, habitual sleeplessness. At least in her own apartment she afforded black out curtains and ear plugs. There were none to be found here. Throwing the sheets off her body, she leaned against the wall and buried her forehead into her bare knees, attempting to block out the environment from her retinas. She missed being able to lose count of the billions of stars in her seaside homeland at night. The constellations would not remain in the same location, always shifting elsewhere than the previous night unlike how the city lights just glare from the same direction.

The door to the room opened and Noctis entered, clad in a black hoodie with white strips over the short sleeves, matching sweatshorts, and a towel draped over his shoulders. “You’re not asleep yet?” He asked as he patted at his damp hair.

She shook her head in response. How could she? She didn’t have work the next day but having a normal sleep schedule would be nice. She should have refused to stay the night when Noctis asked her. Her boyfriend’s mattress accommodated one body and he slept next to the invasive lights; no wonder why it’s difficult to wake him up in the morning. Just how long does it take for him to fall asleep? “It’s too bright and noisy. Just how you can get any sleep here is beyond me.”

Noctis took a seat on the mattress, the bed squeaking under his weight as he silently looked outside and to his agitated pink-haired lover as though he was considering her complaints.

Lightning thought that she had offended his humble abode when the intention wasn’t there. Far from that, the expectation that a prince’s room was extravagant and large-scale couldn’t be found in his simple quarters. She was always told that her words were too harsh or critical and had aimed to curb them. She tensed as she took in the water drops dripping from his raven locks, his crisp cobalt eyes now somber, and his handsome expression wistful.

“The last thing I like to see before going to bed is the capital. It reminds me of my responsibilities as king and how much I have to live up to my old man’s name and more. It’s my home that I want to protect.” He smiled. “But if I were to die tomorrow, I wouldn’t mind the last thing I see being you.”

Lightning punched him in the shoulder, not forceful enough to inflict pain, but enough to shove him a little. “Aren’t you the romantic?” She said, dryly. Her lover had a tendency and a gall to pull off morbid jokes occasionally.

“Just saying it for the record.” Noctis shrugged as he shook off the blow. “I’ll get some curtains for you. This isn’t the only sleepover we’re having.”

“And how will I survive tonight?” She crossed her arms over her chest. As attractive as the idea was to just wait until the brink of exhaustion to fall asleep, she rather not resort to a desperate measure. She already draped herself with sheets much too thin to block out the lights and pillows did nothing to cancel out blaring cars and turbines.

Noctis held up one finger before propelling his chest to the edge of the bed and kicking his legs up against the glass.

Lightning raised an eyebrow as she studied the curve of where Noctis’ lower back meets with his well-rounded ass.

As tantalizing it was ogle Noctis’ agile and powerfully-built form, her annoyance at the current predicament overpowered stimulating ideas to run her hands over him.

Noctis returned, summoning with a single earbud headphone that he had fished from under his bed. He inserted them into his cell phone and motioned Lightning to come closer. Stroking her hair away from her right ear, he placed the bud in and tapped at his screen.

Humoring him, Lightning was about to ask how music could help but stayed her tongue when a classical melody played in her ear. The beginning notes of a piano were slow and melancholy. Regardless, she found it moving and strained to listen better, positioning herself closer to her prince as that was the solution.

Noctis fastened his legs outside her’s and caressed her calf lovingly. “Like it?”

Her heart swelled when the violin added along with the piano notes. It was a nice touch, she felt, both beautiful and haunting. She nodded, tempted to hum along with the song but at the same time not wanting to ruin the experience.

Noctis beamed expectantly as he nudged his forehead against hers. When he took her hand in his and laced them together, she gently squeezed back.

Lightning broke away first when the song concluded. All the irritation she held earlier had dissipated and warmth replaced it, relishing the physical and emotional contact she shared with her beloved.

“Somnus Nemoris.” Noctis stated breathily as he grazed her cheek with his fingers. “That’s the name of the song.”

“Noct, I…” She swallowed.

“It always helps me sleep almost every night.” He continued as he retrieved the earbud from Lightning’s ear before taking out his own and placing the phone beside him. “I sometimes get good dreams because of it. But…” He brought Lightning’s hand to his lips. “In the world of your dreams, anything is possible, Claire. Right here with me, where nobody could reach you.”

Lightning found herself mesmerized the longing and intensity in Noctis’ eyes. Look into his eyes and the sky’s the limit, she thought, and she could believe in him with every part of her soul.

She wanted to know what Noctis’ dream world entailed and if he was a king in it as well, but…

“World of my dreams, huh?” She repeated as she closed her eyes. “So if I want steak right now, would I get it?”

Noctis laughed. “Midnight craving? I hope you just don’t dream about that.”

“What would you know about my dreams?” She retorted loftily as she put her hands at her hips. “I love a mean steak so will I get it?”

Noctis’ eyes glowed magenta for a moment as they scanned her from top to bottom. “Yes… The juiciest steak you ever had. All yours…” His voice dropped to alluring whisper, promising that all her desires will be his to grant.

“Is that right?” Lightning’s hand found the zipper to Noctis’ hoodie and it came undone without any effort. She enjoyed the low growl that came from her prince’s throat when her hand traveled down south. “Do you think…” She reached over to yank a pamphlet off the wall behind Noctis. “The Banquet of the Lord does take out at this time?”

Noctis was stunned and speechless, already he was on his back expecting his goddess to ravish him. But clearly she wasn’t on the same subject as he was. “Tease.” He chuckled finally as he sat up and planted a trail of kisses on Lightning’s bare arms, pulling away the pink tendrils aside to have access to her neck. “You’re really hungry?”

Lightning examined the menu. Noctis had several taped to his wall, right near his bed. The Banquet of the Lord turned out to be one of her favorite places to dine at. “Never get between a girl and her steak.” She smirked, pointing to the menu. “Behemoth steak.”

Noctis blinked. “How about I make your steak?” He frowned when she tilted her head quizzically at him. “Don’t give me that look. I know how to make it.”

“I’m touchy when it comes to my meats. I don’t think you’re ready to handle my critique.”

“Look, Iggy’s been teaching me. I think I can pull it off. I should have all the ingredients here.”

Lightning considered it. She had nothing to lose than mourning over a potential dinner. “Hmm. All right, you’re on.”

lookatallthefandoms  asked:

Raleigh and Mako from Pacific Rim (you ship that right?)

i do it is hilarious to me that you associate it with me still even though i have not seen the movie in what feels like years! but i’m ready

  • who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: raleigh abs
  • who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: raleigh but mako thinks it’s cute so she does it like once in her life and decides to just leave it to him
  • who starts the tickle fights: mako (raleigh gets in her way sometimes)
  • who starts the pillow fights: raleigh (mako steals covers)
  • who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: ahhh  both absolutely sometimes they have a long day though and just pass out at the exact same time with dopey smiles on their faces
  • who mistakes salt for sugar: hmm idk i don’t think this is an issue for them
  • who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: mako. mako definitely. i can’t explain why.
  • who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: raleigh but, similarly to any cutesy stunt he pulls, mako tries to keep pace because she really likes the guy
  • who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: mako but raleigh helps (and secretly tries to rearrange by color when she’s gone for a couple days)
  • who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: mako
  • who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: ohh mako definitely; this is one of her attempts to be spontaneous and romantic and raleigh absolutely loses his mind he loves the idea so much
  • who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: mako because raleigh is a napper and mako is not
  • who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: ummmm mako. raleigh’s more into sightseeing and maybe taking a few photos but mako is drawn to the tangible reminder that we were here
  • who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: mako because she feels a small desire to catalog and categorize their relationship. raleigh because he is just so goddamn thrilled to be with this woman.
Pregnancy Series #31: First Daddy-Baby Talk


Calum: You were fast asleep, exhausted after giving birth to your beautiful baby girls. However, Calum felt like he had never been more awake. He didn’t want to take his eyes off the twins, in fear that he would miss something or that something would happen and he wouldn’t be able to help. The twins were a few weeks early, so to be on the safe side they were kept in incubators under warming lights with a few tubes to help Mckenzie breathe a little better but otherwise the twins were doing just fine. As you were asleep, the nurses had wheeled the incubators into the room per Calum’s request so you could spend some time as a family. “Hey girls.. It’s your Daddy. I’m Calum by the way, I’ve been talking to you guys for awhile while you were inside your mummy’s belly. I still can’t believe there’s two of you.. I still remember the day the doctor told us. I almost passed out right there, but your mum was holding my hand and I knew we were going to be okay.” Calum was taking advantage of you being asleep, talking to the girls. Well at least he thought you were asleep, now you were listening to him talk. “Is it okay if I hold you Madison? I’ll hold you next Mckenzie I promise, don’t you worry.”

“Okay now listen up Madison. Just because you’re older then your sister doesn’t mean you get to boss her around okay? I know you’ll want to, but it’s only by a few minutes so you need to be nice! Your mum and I love you so much. You have her nose and her smile, god.. You look so much like your mother. I didn’t think I could love someone this much until you two were born and here you are and I just.. there aren’t words to describe it girls. Madison.. I hope you grow up to be exactly like your mum. She’s the best person I know in this world, and she keeps me grounded every day. I will do everything in my power to make sure that your dreams come true one day, just like your Mum did for me when we were dating. You don’t know the evils of this world yet, your eyes haven’t seen jealously or hate, and I hope they stay that way for as long as they can.” Madison opened her eyes and looked up at Calum, and you thought Calum was going to start crying. He gently put her back down in her incubator, looking over at Mckenzie.

“I know baby girl, I know Daddy’s right here.. Shhh…” He gently picked up Mckenzie despite the few tubes she had attached to her. He swung her gently from side to side, just the way that Joy had told him to do only weeks before when he asked for advice. “Hi Mckenzie I’m Calum.. I’m your Daddy.. I think you have my nose personally but don’t tell your mum I said that. I know you’re the younger one but I think you will have the biggest personality. Don’t take after your Uncle Michael though, he gets into trouble sometimes. I will always support you in what you want to do, no matter what happens. Maybe you could like bass like me? You do have my nose after all. Us Hoods and our noses need to stick together ya know. Your yawn is like mine too… Wow you’re just like me. I’m never going to let you out of my sight. I hope you never have to see the evils this world has, you remain innocent as long as you can okay baby girl? Daddy loves you so much. You too Madison, Daddy loves you more then anything.”

Ashton: The ambulance still wasn’t there but time seemed to stand still after Fletcher entered the world. The world revolved around him now, there was no doubt about it. Once you got your fix of holding him, you laid down on the pillows Ashton had set behind you. He took Fletcher from you, and sat down on the couch. “Hey little guy… I’m Ashton, I’m your Daddy. You’re so tiny.. I didn’t think you would be so small. Can you grip my finger? Come on do it for Daddy please…” Ashton stuck his finger next to Fletcher’s hand, and he slowly wrapped his hand around Ashton’s finger. Ashton looked down at his newborn son, and couldn’t look away. He couldn’t even look at you he was so fixated on his son. “You have the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen buddy.. Just like your mum.You have my nose though, and my ears. Oh buddy you got the Irwin family ears I am so sorry. I think you look like me, but shhhh don’t tell your mum I said that okay? The Irwin men have to stick together.” Ashton got up and started walking around, swaying Fletcher gently in his arms.

“I know you don’t know this yet, but I have to be away a lot. When I’m gone I’m gonna need you to be the man of the house and look after your mum. She’s a special one, and I’m going to miss you both so much. I won’t be going away for awhile though, so you don’t have to worry about that quite yet. If you don’t want to play music like your old man I’ll understand, your mum and I will support whatever you want to do. Just nothing weird, like a plant collector or something. That would make me worry a little bit. Your uncles are gonna look after you too, just watch out for Calum, he’s a little crazy. We’ll teach you everything there is to know about girls okay? We treat women like queens in this household, and don’t ever do anything less. Or maybe you’ll like boys, because that’s okay too. Love is love buddy, you love whoever you want and I will always support it. I have so many hopes for you, and I hope that you get to have everything you want in your life. I will do everything in my power to make sure that happens.” He kissed Fletcher’s forehead, sitting back down on the couch.

“I will always protect you little man, no matter what happens. You are everything I am most proud of in my life.. I hope you never have to see the bad things in this world, and I will do my best to make sure that you never do. Your grandma once told me that I was all of her love and hope put into one package. You’re all of that and more.. I still remember the day your mum told me that we were going to have you. I was a little scared and mad at first, but now I can’t even imagine a world without you in it. If you have siblings one day, you can tell them the story about how Mummy had you on the tour bus! You’re gonna have the best little story bud, trust me.” Ashton wasn’t done talking yet, you could tell he was just getting started but Liz had walked into the room. “The ambulance is here guys, they’re coming in now!” You sighed in relief, thankful they had finally arrived. “The doctors are here now little guy, they’re gonna make sure you’re okay and healthy. I’m glad we had this talk, we Irwin men stick together. I love you so much Fletcher Alexander Irwin.”

Michael: You laid in bed, a little groggy after using all the energy that you just had. Having babies was hard work. Your head was tilted to the left where you could see Michael sitting in a  rocker holding a baby in each arm. Your little girl, Coralee, was asleep while your little boy was awake, looking up at MIchael. You two came up with a boy name early (You had some picked out before you know Coralee was a girl.) You had decided on Jameson Michael Clifford. He definitely looked like a Jameson. You didn’t know how babies did that. Look like they really are what they were named. A David looked like a David. A Katherine looked like a Katherine. And your little Coralee and Jameson looked like a Coralee and a Jameson. Your little Prince and Princess. Michael had just gotten off the phone with his mom, asking her to get some more things you would need now that you had two babies.

Some things you could get later but clothes and another car seat were top of the list. Michael smiled down at the babies and made little cooing sounds that you couldn’t help but laugh at. “What?” He asked. “They’re babies, not cute puppies.” You responded. “Well then, maybe I should just start talking about politics and the economy. They’ll catch up soon enough.” You both laughed again. “(Y/N), You should get some sleep while you can. You won’t have much when we get them home.” You agreed with Michael and turned your head to the other side, falling quickly asleep.  You woke up a few minutes later though and you could hear Michael talking softly.
“Now, Jameson, I may not have known you were coming but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. I love you so much. I bet I love you more than your mother does. Don’t tell her I said that though, she would kill me. Jameson, I’m so glad that you came because little Coralee is going to need someone to protect her. Or maybe she will protect you, no gender stereotyping here. But, you will be glad that you have each other. it may not always be easy having a sister, but you will love her a lot. See, I never had a brother or a sister, and it was ok. I didn’t have to fight to get in the bathroom, but I always wished that I had someone to play with and talk to. I had friends but I think having a sister is different. Ah well, you’ll have to tell me when you grow up.” There was a pause. “Are you going to sleep, Jameson Michael? In the middle of our first heart to heart. Wow. That hurts, man.” Another pause. “Oh, your eyes are open again. I thought you had gone to sleep like your sister and your mom. Good.” One more pause. “Now you’re asleep. You’re asleep and I am trapped with two sleeping babies on me. Alone with my thoughts. Oh well. I kinda like it.” You smiled and fell back asleep,knowing that all three of them would be there when you woke up.

Luke: You were in a recovery room now. They had moved you about half an hour ago, but they told you that nobody could come in and visit for at least another half an hour. Giving you and Luke some more time alone with Jason. You were holding him while Luke was looking on. He was sitting in a chair with his feet propped up on your bed. He smiled at you and stuck his arms out. You two had been trading holding him every few minutes or so, never getting enough of having your baby in your arms. Luke stood and walked around the small room bouncing the baby lightly. “Little Jason, I love you so much.” He sang, making up his own song as he went. after a few measures of nonsense lyrics and sounds, he stopped. “If you’re gonna make up a song, at least write some words.” Luke smiled at you. “(Y/N), I’m gonna write him a whole symphony if that’s what he wants.” “You don’t want to spoil him.” You retorted. Luke gave you a look of shock. “That’s exactly what I want to do. I want to spoil him till he has everything he wants.” You smiled, knowing that whatever Luke may say, he was actually going to be a really great dad, raising however many children you had really well.

Luke looked back down to Jason with ahude grin. “You know, Jason. we had to wait 9 months and 10 hours to have you. I know that you probably don’t have any concept of time right now, but that’s a really long time to wait for something you really want, and we really wanted you, Jason. I gonna make sure that you are never bored or lonely or sad. Ok, that’s a bit unrealistic but I’m gonna try my fu-” Luke stopped himself from saying something vulgar (even though he know it didn’t really matter at this point) “-really best. I’m gonna try my really best to make sure that you are happy. And fat. I read somewhere that fat babies are more happy. Your mom probably knows more about that than me. She’s really smart, Jason. And really pretty too. I mean, she just had a baby and she looks great.” You smiled, but Luke kept his eyes only on Jason. Jason’s eyes had been blue, like you thought they would be, and they looked up with curiosity, recognizing Luke’s voice from him speaking to your stomach the whole pregnancy.

“Dude, you really have a great mom. I mean, I’m a bit biased because I’m in love with her but still. She’s pretty great. and You have a few good uncles too. And some grandparents in there. And some guys that are going to call themselves your uncles but really they’re a bunch of idiots. You’re gonna love them. They are probably going to give you lots of gifts and play with you all the time.” “You know,” you interrupted. “He really has a great dad too. Not as smart or pretty as his mom, but he comes in a close second.” Luke finally looked back up and smiled at you. “I love you, (Y/N).” “I love you too, Luke.” He started bouncing again. “But you know that he is my new favorite now, right?” he asked you. “Absolutely no contest. We will always be second best to him.” You agreed.

(Calum and Ashton written by Danielle, Luke and Michael written by Phoeby)

Superman v. Clark Kent (Derek Luh) pt. 2

Part 1

When I get up he’s next to me, still naked just like me. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be a cuddling type, so he was on the other half of the bed. It made it easy for me to get up and get dressed. My panties were ripped so I just threw them away. For a moment, I consider getting back in bed. Maybe he’d still want me when he got up. But I doubt it. I’m sure I was just a generic version of my sister for him.

I struggled back into my dress, and just carried the heels. I looked into the mirror. My hair was frizzy and the makeup I had was half rubbed off. I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail and walked out. When I opened the door, he snored a little and rolled over. I rushed out so I wouldn’t have to face him.

After getting out of his room, it took me a minute to find my way to the door. I finally made it to the kitchen, which had a side door. But Swazz and Nate were in there.

“I heard you and my boy in his room last night,” Nate says.

I just stare.

“You’re Luce’s sister right?” Swazz says.

“Uh, yeah,” I say quietly.

“So, we gon’ be seein more of you around here right?”

I make my way over to the door. “Uh, maybe?” I say, stepping out and closing the door behind me. I think one of them called out to wait but it’s too late.

I call for an Uber and start walking to the street. It’s nearly 1:00. I have a class in two hours and with traffic, I don’t know if I’ll have time to go change and shower and get to class. I decide to just go home.

My apartment’s not by any means huge or extravagant, but it’s completely mine. It’s the first place I’ve lived without my sister. Sure, I was a little torn up when she said she was going to move in with a new roommate, but it worked out great in the end.

I have plenty of space for my books, and a ton of windows. I went over and watered my cute little poppy flowers. I hopped in the shower and when I got out I saw it.

Hickies, everywhere. On the tops of my boobs, my shoulder, and a bite mark on my ass. When the hell did that happen?

After my shower I got dressed. I wouldn’t say I dressed in a boring way, I just favor the color grey. It looks good on me. I threw on a grey crop top and some high waisted shorts, with my most comfortable pair of Nikes and a baseball cap.

I grabbed my laptop and notebook and stick them in my messenger bag. The walk to my favorite cafe is short and I end up sitting in my normal seat with my iced green tea.

I add in the stuff Derek told me last night to my paper, all I have left to do now is write the conclusion. I’m working on it when Lucy pops up at the seat across from me.

“Hey!” she said.

“Hi,” I say, not looking up from my laptop.

“I went to your apartment but you weren’t there and this place is practically your second home so here I am!” she says.

“You seem overly excited.”

“Yeah, I slept well last night…. What about you?” I can tell she’s hinting at me being with Derek.

I just glance up at her for a second, “I guess I slept pretty well.”

“With someone else maybe?“she says.


“I know you hooked up with Derek Luh,” she says.

I stay silent.

“Honestly I’m kind of jealous. I’ve been trying to just talk to that boy for weeks.”

“He talked to me actually,” I say.

“Oh,” she seemed surprised. “Well, I’m sorry it couldn’t be more than a hook up.”

“Eh, that’s all it needed to be,” I say. I’ve been in a slump for a while and I feel a lot better now. But I don’t even know if sex will ever be that good again, though.

She sits and we enjoy our drinks together while she probably posts stuff on social media and I finish up my paper. By the time I’m finished rush hour’s just about to start so I head out. I have another class that I actually want to try to make it to tonight at 6:45. Then I’ll go home turn on some Boy Meets World reruns and fall asleep on my couch.

I never saw it before, but compared to the stuff Derek told me he does on a regular basis, my life is so boring. Write, eat, sleep, repeat. And sometimes I work with youtubers on videos and stuff but that’s once a month at the most. I need to get a life. An interesting one.

As I’m heading class I hear my name yelled from across the street. I don’t bother to check, I’m probably just hearing stuff. I hear it again and this time I look over to see Derek, a guy he called Tez and Swazz. They all waved and all I could do was give a single awkward wave back and turn the corner to head into the building.

Derek’s POV:

What the hell? I spend an entire night telling a girl about my life and then she sleeps with me and ditches? I watch as she disappears into a large building swarming with college students. I almost head towards the building to follow her but Tez grabs my arm.

“Aye, you always sayin how you like a girl who knows when she’s welcome and when she ain’t. Don’t go mess with her when you know you gone be done with her by tomorrow.”

That was the thing though. I really liked her. Once we got up, I was gonna take her to breakfast, go around town with her. But instead, I woke up to an empty bed. Something told me I shouldn’t have slept with her last night, but I let my dick be in charge. And now she’s gone.

I spent the rest of the trip walking from store to store with the guys. I wasn’t really in the mood when we left, but now I really wasn’t.

When we got back home there was already at least 20 people there, music blasting, and alcohol open. I knocked back a few shots of something. I just kept going with the alcohol. I knew it wouldn’t get her off my mind, but at least I could have fun. Everything from that point in was just kind of a a few conscious moments with a lot of blacked out ones in between.

Some time later, Y/N shows up. She dressed almost exactly like the night before, but something was off. I couldn’t tell what, but whatever, we had to talk. She walked up to me smiling.

“Hey Derek,” she said seductively.

“We gotta walk…… I mean talk!”

I took her hand and pulled her to a corner.

“Why’d you leave me like that last night mami? I missed you.”

“No, Derek..” she started, but I interrupted her.

“Shh,” I put a finger over her lips, “it’s okay now. You came back,” I pulled her against me and she didn’t fight as I dragged her towards the crowd. I pulled her back against my front and we danced and grinder to the beat. I leaned down a little to whisper in her ear, “We should go back to my room. You know you left your necklace there last night.”

Suddenly she gasps and pulls away. I look up and suddenly there’s two. “Oh my gosh, two Y/Ns. What a fucking dream come true.” Except one of them looks angry, and the other one guilty. Oh no.

“No, that’s Lucy. I’m just here for my necklace Derek. Then you and my sister can get back to what you were doing.”

“You sure you don’t want anything else?” I raise my eyebrow.

“No, just give me my necklace,” she yells.

“Okay, geez, come on,” I lead her to my room and grab it off the table, nearly dropping it. “Here,” I hold it out. She come towards me to grab it and as soon as she does I grab her by the waist. “Cuddle with me,” I say.

She easily gets out and says, “No, that’s what my sister is here for remember?”

“Who, Lucy? She didn’t even come tonight,” I say.

“No, she was the one you were dancing with.”

Suddenly, it dawned on me. That’s what was so off. It wasn’t Y/N, it was Lucy. By the time I figured it out, Y/N disappeared. I got up and rushed to the door. “Y/N wait! I called out, but ran into the door frame. It was too late.

Y/N’s POV:

I ran to the main road, trying my best not to cry as I hopped in a taxi. As soon as I got home, I curled up in a ball and sat there holding in tears. I have no right to be sad or angry. It was just a hookup. I was the one who left him this morning. I knew he would move on. I didn’t know it would be with my sister but whatever. I turned on my Boy Meets World, just like I had planned to.

I shouldn’t be surprised. A guy like him and a girl like my sister were bound to end up together at some point. I was just a placeholder for my sister. I was the generic, less flavorful version of your favorite cereal that you ate when you were too broke to buy name brand.

It’s not like anything would’ve happened anyway. I didn’t plan on seeing him again after I got my necklace. And I couldn’t even hold up a conversation until I got alcohol running through me.

I would never be the free spirit that my sister was and it was time to accept that.

Part 3



Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! There’s obviously going to be a part 3 to this series and I think that’ll be it for this one. I’ll once again post part 3 once this one hits 75 notes. I’m officially opening requests. The list of prompts and of songs will be posted sometime this week. I don’t know when yet, since I have all my exams this week (I know, early) but, yah.


headcanons for nanami who had a lot of night terrors and issues with schizophrenia and dated hinata

heres ur headcanons nanami! i should say that i dont suffer from night terrors or schizophrenia, so i dont personally know what suffering from that is like, and ill be more than happy to make any changes if u want me to! i hope u like ur headcanons, though! - mod kiibo

- nanami had the hardest time falling asleep. every night she struggled to get to sleep because of her mind. plus, when she does fall asleep, the night terrors end up forcing her to wake right back up. this is part of why shes always so sleepy, and falling asleep on her feet as often as she does. people joke about it, but nanami cant help it

- when nanami first started dating hinata, she thought he was a really nice guy who, even though he could be a bit grumpy, had everyones best interest in mind. she fell for him pretty hard, and always thought of him as the guy who would be there for her if she needs him. when he agreed to go out with her, nanami felt like the happiest girl in the world

- in the beginning, hinata and nanami were one of those couples that u see in public that wont stop gushing over each other, which nanami didnt mind in the slightest. they really adored each other, and nanami really loved the fact that hinata seemed to be so happy about dating her. their relationship was really good in the beginning

- when nanami had breakdowns once she had started dating hinata, she would try to make sure that she didnt break down in front of hinata. she didnt really want to worry him, after all, so she just figured it would be best if she did her best to keep all of these breakdowns away from him and prevent him from having to worry

- the first time that nanami does have a breakdown in front of hinata, though, he doesnt help her out. nanami is incredibly embarrassed to be having such a reaction in front of hinata, but she just cant help it. he doesnt help her, even though she really needs it, but nanami just convinces herself that its because he was scared, too

- after that first breakdown, nanami felt compelled to tell hinata about how shes been suffering from issues with schizophrenia and frequent night terrors. hinata told her that he couldnt completely understand what she was going through, but that he supported her throughout her troubles. this was enough to make nanami feel a bit better

- as nanami began to break down more frequently, though, she began to notice that hinata didnt seem to care about comforting her. she started to worry about their relationship, and whether or not hinata ever cared about her. she tried not to think too hard about these worries, though, since she wanted to believe that hinata cared about her

- even though nanami cant remember her night terrors very well, anyone who spends the night with her tells her that it scares them a little bit. nanami usually apologizes, and worries a bit about accidentally hitting someone in her sleep. this little fear also keeps her awake whenever someone spends the night with her, even if it isnt often

- one of the main reasons nanami plays video games so much is because they help distract her from the rest of the world. for a while, she can escape her own mind and focus solely on the video game in front of her. she tries to avoid playing scary games, though, because she doesnt want creepy creatures lurking in her mind

- even though nanami really cares about hinata, it upsets her a little that he cant help her when shes in a time of need. she tries to be open and understand that he has problems of his own, but she cant help feeling a little upset about it. despite that, she tries her best to make sure hinata is happy and doesnt have to suffer like she does

of-flowers-and-sunshine  asked:

riley x farkle, slow dance


  • So, it’s prom, and Riley gets asked to go by this really popular, cute guy
  • She’s super excited because she loves the concept of prom and Generic Popular Boy asked her out!!! Awesome!!!
  • She goes all out with the dress and hair and the makeup and the nails
  • She has this romantic image of her and Generic Popular Boy having this fairytale night where everything is perfect, and it all culminates in a slow dance (“It’s going to be magical!”)

  • Farkle hasn’t admitted his feelings for Riley to anyone, except Maya who honestly just figured it out and then confronted him about it
  • (Maya is going to prom with Zay) 

  • Farkle goes stag to prom with Lucas and a couple other friends, and he’s totally cool with that, but he does kind of wish that he could go with Riley

  • So after weeks of preparation, the night of the prom comes and Riley and Maya both look amazing. Riley is so excited. 

  • It all goes down hill from there. Zay comes and picks Maya up. 

  • Generic Popular Boy is 30 minutes late. (“Relax, we’ll make an entrance”)
  •  So, they finally get to the prom, and he immediately breaks off to go hang out with his friends 

  • And pretty much ignores her all night 

  • She dances with her friends and stuff, but every time a slow song comes on she sits down, as does Farkle
  • and they talk, and she loves hanging out with Farkle so the evening isn’t a total bust, but it still sucks 

  • and then Riley sees Generic Popular Boy sucking some girl’s face off and realizes that he was just using her to make the other girl jealous 

  • And she’s so upset and she leaves the prom and goes home, knowing she’ll be alone because her parents are both chaperones and Auggie is sleeping over at Dewey’s house 

  • She doesn’t change out of her dress or take her make up off or anything and she’s crying and about 15 minutes after she gets home she hears a gentle knock at the bay window
  • She looks up and Farkle is there, “hey” he says, and he comes in, “are you okay? what happened?”
  • And so Riley tells Farkle everything about Generic Popular Boy 

  • And he hugs her and tells her that Generic Popular Boy is a jerk and an idiot for treating her so poorly and that she deserves the world and stuff
  • And then Riley tells him that the worst part is that she never got that magical slow dance, and so he nervously pulls out his phone and plays a slow song (not exactly sure what song—whatever song you want it to be), and then extends his hand and asks “May I have this dance?”
  • And Riley nods and takes his hand and they slow dance right there in her bedroom, alone
  • And she rests her head on his chest and he notices that her hair smells like pomegranate shampoo and he smiles
  • And it’s just as magical as Riley had imagined, even though her makeup is running and she’s in her bedroom, and even though her actual date turned out to be a dick
  • And Riley slowly looks up at Farkle and then kisses him softly on the lips
  • Farkle turns bright red and stops dancing “Riley, what?!” 

  • Riley doesn’t know what to say and Farkle continues “Do you…have feelings for me?” and Riley knows that she does and she has for awhile
  • and so she nods “yeah” and Farkle smiles and kisses her and they slow dance some more
  • eventually they fall asleep on her bed in their fancy clothes
  • the end
  • this got so long
  • I might have to actually write this