you both need to go to bed too

anonymous asked:

prompt: isak comforting and taking care of even during one of his depressive episodes in their new apartment xxx

Anonymous said: Skam prompt: Isak looking after Even during an episode, maybe?


It never feels like Isak’s looking after Even when he’s like this.

Not really, anyway. It feels more like…helping him out. 

Even can’t bring himself to make breakfast? Okay, Isak can cook some eggs for the two of them, even if he can’t make them as well as Even does. Even feels overwhelmed at the idea that it’s his turn to wash the dishes? Well, there’s probably some dishes still left over from Isak’s turn, anyway. Even can’t handle going to school? Isak can let the school know and pop over to his teachers to collect any work Even’s missed. He genuinely, really, absolutely, doesn’t mind. He knows that as soon as Even feels better, he’ll pick things back up. Until then, Isak is there to help him out. Which is okay. Things are okay. Things will be okay. 

One day, Isak finds himself walking home from school and, despite himself, he can’t help walk that bit quicker knowing Even is home, alone, feeling low and a little hopeless.

He steps inside and heat hits him like a punch to the face. Because Jesus, their flat feels like a fucking sauna. They’re entering the summer months anyway, and they have so many large windows that it kind of turns their place into a greenhouse when the sun’s out. But it’s more than that. Isak’s fingers trail over the radiator and find it almost boiling to the touch. He frowns, switches the heating off, and walks into his and Even’s bedroom.
Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even just looks so small like this. 

At some point, Isak’s legs remember how to work. He opens their window as wide as it will go before climbing in bed, next to Even, pressing a kiss on his cheek to wake him up.

“Are you trying to cook yourself alive, or?” Isak murmurs, laughing a little nervously, trying not to make his worry abundantly clear. 

It takes Even a little while to respond, but eventually, he opens his eyes. Looks at Isak before his eyes dart away quickly as he rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I tried turning it down, but…” His voice is small, raspy, and his eyes are teary and tired and God, Isak just wants to make it all go away for him. “I couldn’t figure it out, so.”

“I’ve fixed it,” Isak murmurs gently, threading a hand through Even’s hair. It’s a bit gross; greasy and sweaty, and if Isak’s honest, Even hasn’t showered in days and the whole room stinks because of it. It’s alright, though. Isak doesn’t mind that much.

“I just.” Even swallows hard, tired eyes fluttering shut, looking on the verge of tears. And Even’s cried over less when he’s been like this; out of frustration and exhaustion and, well, depression. Isak learnt a long time ago that comforting words can’t always do a huge amount when Even’s like this. That the best thing he can do sometimes is simply sit there and be with him.

“Hey,” Isak murmurs, turning Even’s face to look at him, making their eyes meet. Even’s eyes are a little dulled, a little less light, a little less starry. They’re heavy, exhaustion radiating from them, but they’re still Even’s eyes. Wonderful and perfect and Isak loves them just the same. “Minute by minute, yeah?”

Even swallows again. “Yeah,” he says quietly, and Isak smiles a little, brushing his thumb over Even’s cheek, then his mouth. He closes the distance between them and kisses him, soft and undemanding and reassuring. Just letting him know he’s there. Even’s mouth tastes a little bitter, teeth unbrushed and lips dry and chapped, but Isak wouldn’t want any other lips but these. Even’s. Even, who is the brightest and kindest and most beautiful person Isak knows, even when he’s low like this. 

“How about a shower?” Isak suggests tentatively. 

After half a minute of silence, Even nods, pulling himself out of bed with heavy limbs and tired eyes. It’s progress, though. Good progress. 

Isak fixes the shower so it’s the colder side of warm - they’re both boiling from the heat of the flat - and when Even gets undressed, Isak picks his clothes up. Says, “I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to put the washing on.”

Isak collects the rest of the dirty clothes from their bedroom which - okay, their bedroom is a tip, but Isak’s never been particularly tidy and maybe it does go to shit a tiny bit when Even isn’t there to remind him to pick his clothes up. But whatever.

He strips the bed linen, too, down to the pillow cases, and crams everything into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom. Even is under the shower, rubbing the shower gel over his body kind of numbly and methodically. Isak undresses himself, steps in the shower with Even, and smiles up at him. Kisses him once, softly and gently. Another day, another mood, kisses in the shower can be messy and hungry and desperate. But not in times like this. Times like this, the kiss is nothing but a reassuring hello, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Noses brushing against one another, foreheads together, deep breaths and closed eyes. Standing under the jets of water and melting into one being. And Isak just can’t help thinking that if something as simple as love could make Even happy, then he’d be the happiest boy in the world. 

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Suga Daddy: Part 7

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Words: 9.6k

Genre: Smut, angst, dirty talk, dom!Yoongi

There is another gif in the story that describes the moment I was portraying. Ignore Namjoon’s name on it, lol. Anyway, enjoy :) 

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six 

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Sharing Is Caring

Originally posted by knightlley


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “Hey! Can you write a JeffxReader? Where the reader is Clay sister (and have a secret crush on Jeff), someday she was going to sleep in Hanna’s house, but for some reason she didn’t stay to sleep and when she go home she find Jeff slepping in her bed. You can choose how it ends. Thank you! :D”

Words: 1.247

A/N: I am happy that I received a Jeff imagine! Although I didn’t want to leave Hannah alone, because I can imagine the reader being on the tapes after because of it. Yup, I am a little bit paranoid. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you like it and I would be grateful if you send other requests!
Thank you.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/H/C) is Your Hair Colour.


“Oh my God, you seriously like Jeff Atkins?” Hannah exclaimed excitedly and energetically as she knew the secret you’ve been keeping for years.

“Who wouldn’t like him?” You stated as if it was normal to like Jeff. Well, he was good looking, kind and funny. He had the characteristics you were looking for a boy and you knew that he was the one when you met him.

“Aw, I hope he likes you back.” Hannah honestly said as she played with your (Y/H/C) hair while you both sat on her comfortable double bed. You decided to have a sleepover because it has been awhile since you last spent time together. She was one of your close friends and you loved her presence.

“Well, he’s older than me and I am out of his league.” You shrugged your shoulders as you felt a little bit down for what you’ve just said.

“Oh, cut it off! You are beautiful, intelligent and sweet, it is impossible to not fall in love with you.” Hannah comforted you as she praised you with her sincere words.

“Aw, Hannah.” You looked at her with a wide smile and you hugged her. “Thank you.”

“It was the truth.” She hugged you back as a nice friend she was.

“Talking of these boys,” You started as you broke the hug and she hid her face behind her hands as she already knew the next question. “how are you and my older brother, Clay?” You flashed a smirk and you saw her cheeks turned red.

“Oh my God, I knew it.” She laughed, still having her face hidden. “We’re friends, (Y/N). We work at the movie theatre and we talk at school, that’s it.”

“Jesus, Clay never asked you out?” You shook your head for your disappointment because you rooted for them being together. You considered Clay and Hannah as a perfect couple.

“He’s shy.” Hannah shortly answered.

“But it’s not an excuse! I would slap that dork silly, seriously.” You unleashed a long and deep sigh because Hannah seemed disappointed too and her being dismayed was one of the things you wouldn’t want to see. “I’ll talk to him, because I know that he likes you too, a lot!”

“Geez, really?” Hannah smiled widely and you nodded happily as her happiness came back once again.

“You can count on that!” You winked at her and she bit her lower lip. You stared at each other and you both let out some soft giggles for no reason, but it was interrupted as you heard some noise coming from the living room.

There was a discussion happening between Hannah’s parents and you could tell that she felt embarrassed for it. She hated it when they fought and having a friend hearing their complaints wasn’t one of the things that she wanted to happen.

“Are you okay, Hannah?” You worriedly asked and she just shook it off, obviously avoiding herself to ask you some help.

“(Y/N), do you mind if we cancel this sleepover?” She fidgeted with her warm blankets as she was nervous for your possible reaction.

“Oh no, it’s fine for me if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean, I would stay to cheer you up, but I will give you space if you want.” You sympathetically said as you understood her situation.

“I am fine, really.” She assured you. “I will call you if I ever need some help. Thank you.”

“Don’t bother to call me, okay?” You reminded her once again as you got up from her bed. You gathered your things and you put them in your backpack.

“Noted.” She smiled widely at you, not minding her parents anymore. She got up too and you both went outside her room as she led you to the house’s front door. Her parents stopped throwing shit at each other as they saw you going away and you could say that they felt guilty because of it.

“Good night, Hannah.” You sweetly greeted. “Call me or text me, okay? I am always here.”

“I know and I thank you for that.” She hugged you and you responded to it by hugging her back. “Good night.” She then let you go.

“Good night, see you tomorrow.” You said as you unlocked your bike’s chains. You then rode it as you said goodbye to Hannah once again. She watched you as you started to pedal way back home.

During your journey, you thought of Hannah’s family situation and you knew that it wasn’t your business but you wanted to help her. You wanted to help her, because you didn’t want for it to be one of the reasons she would feel sad or disappointed. Her life was already hard and you didn’t want for her to carry another problem on her back.

Once you arrived home, you silently went to your room, not wanting to wake anybody up. You plopped your things on your desk and you let yourself fall on the bed carelessly.

“What the fuck, Clay?!” You heard a deep voice complaining and you were shocked, mostly scared, for a moment. You were afraid to move, but you quickly searched for the lamp that rested on your bedside table and you turned the lights on. “Oh, it’s you (Y/N)!”

“What the hell are you doing in my room, Jeff?” You corrugated your forehead as you wondered why. You liked Jeff, but you knew that you had the right to be furious after what happened.

“Clay said that you were staying at Hannah’s!” Jeff sat up as he covered his shirtless body. “Boys can have sleepover too, duh!”

“Jeez!” You laughed even though you were annoyed. “I am sleeping on the couch downstairs then.”

“No, I am sleeping there. This is your bed and it’s not okay to let a woman sleep uncomfortably.” He ranted as he searched for his shirt and wore it soon after.

“It’s okay, Jeff. Stay here.” You flashed him a smile and you got up from your bed, ready to go out of the room.

“No!” Jeff protested. “We can share! It’s a double bed and I can sleep on one side and you on the other.”

“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow as you considered his proposal.

“Only if it’s okay with you. If not, I am sleeping on the couch.” He smiled as he scratched his nape.

“Alright, I’ll share my bed with you.” You went back on the bed and you sat on your space. “Only because I don’t want for you to be uncomfortable, okay?”

“Alright, (Y/N).” You could bet that you saw him smirking before you turned the lights off.

“No malice, Jeff!” You slapped his muscular arm and he just let out a laugh. Oh, how much you loved that laughter. “Thank my parents because they taught us that sharing is caring.”

“I’m thanking Lainie and Matt tomorrow, don’t worry.” He jokingly answered and you just giggled because of it. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good night, Jeff.” You smiled while you had your eyes closed. You couldn’t believe it, so you had a hard time drifting in your sleep, same for Jeff.

You were happy that you had a chance to share the bed with your ultimate crush and both knew that you would wake up hugging each other, but who cares? You both liked each other, you just had no guts to admit it and this is a great coincidence to show the affection to each other.


Day Thirty (Jimin angst)

Request: “Jimin is the reader’s husband and he asks a divorce. Reader asks for a month to spend with him and promises to let him go after that” - from anon

Originally posted by suga-com

Word count: 6.3k

Genre: Angst


Day one

“Please,” you begged. You were on your knees, clinging to him pathetically. It felt like he was stealing the future from you. There was no hope left it your body. You needed to stop him. He was pulling your whole world out from under your feet.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he said.

“Who is she?” you asked, your voice distraught.

“It doesn’t matter.” His voice caught a little this time, as though he was finally getting upset.

“Jimin, please, please, I love you so much,” you pleaded. You held him tighter, like that would somehow hold your marriage together. But you could tell that his mind was made up. You were powerless.

“Please let go of me,” he said. You looked up at him. His eyes were closed. He couldn’t look at you.

“I’m your wife,” you said, your voice laced with desperation. “Don’t I get a say? Why do you get to decide that it’s over?”

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Love is not posting pictures online and sending long messages every night so you know I appreciate you. Love is not talking every day just so we are not going to forget we both care. Yes, it is great to do those things when you love someone, but it should not be something that you need. Love is, not talking all day and knowing you still love someone and nothing will change it. Love is, when you go out late and call me when you get home even though I am asleep because you know how much I worry. Love is, when you stop making up excuses and admit you did something wrong and apologizing for your mistakes and try not to do them again. Love is, “please get your homework done so you can get the job you want and be happy in the future”. That is love. Love is, “let’s go to bed we both need rest and I don’t want to go without you”. Love is, “I know you’re out watching the sunset because you’re upset, and I’m really sorry. But I’m upset too and would like you to go home so you can FaceTime me.” And then leaving my favorite thing because you will always be a priority to me. Love is not always the big things that everyone else will notice, but the small things that are not going to be noticed by anyone except each other. I do not need extravagant to mean love. I need you.
—  For you
Rhythm of the Beat- Part 3 (Final part!)

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 2450ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut,

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for the love you showed the first two parts! XOXO


“What the hell are you doing?” Sam means to sound shocked, maybe a little angry, but his voice comes out low and hot instead, clearly needy instead of offended.

Dean leans in until their noses are almost touching, hands curled into Sam’s flannel so tight it’s going to rip any second. He’s not going to let Sam back out of this. There’s more here than that fucking curse, and Dean needs this.

“Tell me to stop.”

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You Love Him More - Tyler Seguin

Requested: No

Word Count: 1559

Warnings: Slight smut

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You hated to admit it but there was one thing in the word that you loved more than anything. And that was the chocolate colored lab that was laying right beside you.

Technically, Marshall wasn’t yours but he still brought you a comfort on lonely days when Tyler was gone. Like now, he was laying on the left side of the bed while you were on the right so you could smell your boyfriend’s scent that he left along with his pillow.

This time it wasn’t supposed to be long, only a week so he left some things that he normally would bring on the road. In fact, Tyler’s supposed to be home today, so Marshall and you decided to just chill on the blue bed that you and Ty shared.

As you continued to think about the hockey player, your right hand ran through the labs fur and you couldn’t help but kiss his precious forehead. This made the doggy open his eyes and he barking showing his excitement before attacking you with kisses. “Marsh-” you giggled pushing him a little to slide up so you could sit against the headboard. With the dog sitting on your legs, you cupped his squishy face in your hands. “You’re such a good boy. Yes, you are.” Marshall barked while his tail was swinging side to side.

“Sometimes, I think you love him more.” The familiar voice made the lab jump off you to run towards the bedroom door where his daddy was standing. He was wearing a black athlete shirt with green shorts. “Hey, bud.” Tyler dropped his duffle bag to crouch down, letting the doggy lick his face. “Did you keep mama safe while I was gone?” Marshall barked in response. “Good boy.” You just watched the two with a smile on your face and waited patiently for your turn.

Once Ty looked your way his smiled matched yours before walking over to you. His hands moved to your hips before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Well, Marshall, doesn’t leave me for weeks to months a time.” He let out an aired laugh before saying.

"I missed you.”

You smiled. “I missed you, too.” Your hands when to the back of his neck to bring his lips down to yours.

Tyler moaned in response before pushing you down on the soft bed. As his hands went inside your shirt the both of you heard whining. “Marshall, go away.” The hockey player mumbled against your lips before slightly pushing the chocolate lab away with his leg.

Once the both of you didn’t hear the whining anymore, the kissed got more heated. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pulled him closer to add pressure were you needed him the most.

You’re hands played with the hem of his shirt, notifying your boyfriend that you wanted it off. Luckily, Tyler noticed this so he pulled away to take it off. You couldn’t help but stare at his nicely shaped chest down to his abs, plus that delicious v-line that made your mouth. However, what really drove you crazy would definitely have to be his tattooed covered biceps.

You finally looked away from his arms to look at his bearded face and that’s when you noticed the his signature smirk. “Like what you see?”

You didn’t say anything but sat up a little to remove your, well, his shirt revealing your lavender laced bra. “Like what you see?” A smirk was placed on your lips as his dropped into a snare.

Tyler pushed you back onto the bed then grind his hips onto yours making your mouth open to let out a mouthy groan. “That’s for mocking me, baby.” His lips moved to neck surely leaving a hickey then he moved back to your lips.

Suddenly, the bed dipped right beside the two of you and a wet feeling (other then in your underwear) appeared from your face to Tyler’s. The two of you pulled apart to see Marshall wagging his tail happily. “Aw, baby boy were you jealous?” The lab barked in response. You put a hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder to push him away.

"What?” The hockey player was so confused when you moved from under him to play with his dog. “But I thought we were-”

"Ty,” you turned to him. “Marshall just wants some attention.”

A pout covered your boyfriend’s face. “But I do, too.” You moved over to your side of the bed and patted to the spot beside you. Tyler quickly moved over to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. But Marshall started barking making you two pull away. You laughed while your hockey player groaned. “He’s such a clock block.”

"Oh, be quiet.” You said pushing him slightly making Ty laugh.

"No, seriously.” He commented while grabbing your hand. “Before we started dating, you know when I was a total douche.” You gave him a look. “Okay, more than I am now. I used to bring girls home and Marshall would bark at them like crazy. It scared them so bad that they would leave me all high and dry. If you know what I mean.”

You squinted your eyes. “Oh, I know what you mean.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

"Oh, come on babe. You know how I was before I met you.” Tyler wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you onto his lap so you would straddle him.

"I know,” a sigh escaped your month as you began to play with his hair. “But it doesn’t him I want to be reminded about it.”

"M'sorry.” He mumbled before pecking your lips. Marshall didn’t like the attention off him so he moved over to his father and started to lick his face.

"It’s funny.” You giggled while petting the sweet boy. “Because we wouldn’t have met, if Marsh didn’t tackle me in that park.”

"Yeah.” You boyfriend smiled. “I guess, at that time he had better taste than me.”

A huge smile covered your face. “Guess so.” You kissed the lab’s forehead then Tyler’s lips. “You know,” you started. “Maybe he’s just lonely.” The both of you watched as the dog moved to the end of the bed to lay down in his original spot.

"Yeah.” You turned back to your man and noticed the gears in his head moving.

"Hey.” You called out getting his attention. “You can still feel me up if you’ll like.”

You watched as a big smile covered his face. “Have I ever told you how much I love you.”

You smirked a little. “Many a little.”

"Well, I love you.” Tyler kissed your cheek.

"Love you, too my little douche.”

_x_

The next morning Tyler left you a note saying he’ll be home by noon, he had something to do with practice so you started to cook some fried pork chops with string beans and mashed potatoes. Yes, that may seem like a lot for lunch but Tyler is always very hungry after practice.

Anyway, Marshall was standing at your feet ready for anything you accidentally drop. As you stirred the mashed potatoes a text appeared on your phone.

Ty🖤: come outside

You squinted your eyes before rolling them. You turned off the stove then walked out the kitchen. “Come, Marshall.” The lab followed after you as you made your way through the house to the front door. “Ty.” You called out while walking down the steps. Suddenly, a small black thing ran up to you, nearly causing you to fall. “Oh my goodness.” You squealed as you picked up the little black lab. “You’re the cutest.”

"So you like him? I think his name will be Midnight or Cash?”

"I love him.” You turned away from your boyfriend to carry to new pup into the house. “You hungry?” The puppy started to lick your face. “Yes, I’m sure you are.”

"Um, Y/n.” You paid Tyler no attention as you put the little thing on the floor near Marshall who was trying to figure the black lab out.

You went over to the pork chops and started to cut up some pieces. “Here you go my babies.” You gave them some to which they bet much appreciated it.

"What about me?” You looked at the hockey player and smiled.

"Come over here, daddy.” You giggled at the new puppy who started to paw at Marshall.

Arms wrapped around your waist. “You know better then to call me that.” You picked up and piece of pork and turned around to put it in your boyfriend’s mouth.

"Later.” You kissed his check. “But now, you eat.” He smiled before the both of you watched as the dogs played together. “I like Cash. It’s sound more human.” Tyler looked at you. “Since Marshall is a human name. It would be crazy to name him Midnight.”

He smiled before replying. “Cash is it then.” You hopped on the counter so Tyler could stand in between your legs.

"Oh, and once the babies go to sleep-” you slid a finger down his white shirt to stop at his belt buckle. “Mama and daddy are gonna have some grown-up time.”

A smirk appeared on his face. “I’ll like that.” Once his lips crashed onto yours, a pair of whines were heard. “Oh, come on!”

Originally posted by seabsieboys

Got7 Reaction #15 - Their s/o has weird sleeping habits

anon asked: hi! could you please do got7 reactions to their s/o having weird sleeping habits? like sleep talking/walking, sleeping in weird positions, etc. thank you ! 💗

A/N: **warning: long ass post coming your way. I got so carried away I’m so sorry TT.TT**


Mark: -sleep walking- He would realize that you aren’t in your bed when he reached out to cuddle you. Standing up groggily, he’d shuffle around the entire house until he finally found you standing by the dish washer, opening and closing the door without putting anything in it.

“Jagi…” He would say, gently putting his hands around your arm and steering you to your bedroom, not to wake you up. “This is sleeping time. We can do the dishes in the morning…” He’d laugh and add, “You’ll be more productive when you’re awake I think.”

Originally posted by slightkpopobsession88

Jaebum: -not moving at all while you sleep and breathing shallowly (that’s what I do xD)-

Shifting through the drawer on his bedside table he made sure to be as quiet as he possibly could in case you were actually asleep.

You looked like a stone statue laying on your back, your hands folded together in a snow white pose. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you didn’t look dead every time you feel asleep…” he whispered, finally finding and pulling out his hand mirror from the drawer.

Carefully he shifted over, his paranoia slightly taking over again as he imagined you not breathing. Finally when the mirror was close enough to your nose he craned his neck to see if fog marks appeared to show that you were breathing. He let out an aggravated sigh when he saw that you were, in fact, alive and not dead. He was silly for being scared, but you just looked so statuesque and that he couldn’t stop his mind from racing to the worst scenario. He rubbed his hand over his face and shifted again so that his arms were around you, so that he could feel your chest softly rise and fall.

This is how I’m always going to have to sleep from now on.

Originally posted by defwang

Jackson: -sleeping in weird positions- Your butt was up in the air, your neck at an impossibly sharp angle, your cheeks smushed against the bed sheets. You had even pushed your pillow off the bed.

*gif* How are they sleeping like that…?

Jackson pulled your left arm back onto the bed from over the edge and gently pulled you back down onto your side. You continued snoring since your cheek was still smashed against the covers. He put his arms around you to try and keep you in the position that was least likely to cause you to break your neck.

Jackson smiled and giggled at the thought of telling you about this in the morning. Even though you got super embarrassed about it, he thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t wait to tease you about this in the morning.

Originally posted by stefelicity

Jinyoung: -having to sleep with your leg over him- Three seconds after he had climbed into your bed, exhausted from a long day of practice, you had flung your leg over his chest.

His chest.

He giggled as he tried moving your leg, freezing cold foot and all, back over to your side. He knew that you were going to fling your leg over him again, but hopefully not over his chest this time.

He shifted to face you and instead of waiting he grabbed your leg and placed it over his own, his arms snaking around your waist.

“Jinyoung?” Your eyes fluttered open lazily to look into the beautiful face of your boyfriend.

“Shh” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, “sorry that I woke you up Jagi. Go back to sleep, everything’s fine.”

He kissed you softly and pulled you closer to him, loving you even more for your subconscious need to be so close to him even when sleeping. “Baby…” he whispered again before falling asleep. “I love you”

“I love you too”

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Youngjae: -sleeping in weird positions- Both hands were over his mouth, Youngjae practically vibrating with suppressed laughter. He crouched by the bed to try and regain his composure before going to put his pajamas on and join you in bed. He had been late coming home from practice and came into your bedroom to see you like this…

You had one leg lying straight, the other one bent as you were leaning over, your face resting on your knees and soft snores escaping from your mouth along with a line of drool falling down your chin and onto your knees.

Youngjae had always known that you slept in weird positions seeing as the first time he met you, you had been sleeping upside-down halfway hanging off of a couch in the JYP lounge. This though…

He stood up with a smile still plastered to his face. No matter what, even asleep you made his day from the moment he laid his eyes on you. You were his adorable little ray of sunshine, and he couldn’t love you more than he did in that moment.

His love for you wouldn’t stop him from taking a ton of pictures of your newest sleeping position though. He also couldn’t wait to tease you endlessly about this and to show you those pictures, but that part could wait until the morning right?

Originally posted by umma-jy

Kunpimook: -moving around a lot when you sleep- “Damn it Y/n! Wake the hell up!”

You jolted awake at BamBam’s raised and frustrated voice, your heart skipping a beat at the sudden shock of it. “What the hell Kunpimook!? I was dead asleep and that’s how you woke me up?!”

“Dead asleep my ass! It’s like you were trying to wake me up. You practically rolled around the entire bed ten times over.”

“Shit…” You rubbed your temples in exasperation, “I’m sorry Bammy, I can’t believe that I was doing that again… I really don’t try to, I swear.”

One look at your tired, pouting face and he knew he shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you. He knew that you didn’t mean to do that, but when you slept soundly, he didn’t at all.

He lowered his voice in resignation. “Can we maybe just try cuddling? Maybe if we try with our legs entwined you can’t kick me off the bed again. And if that doesn’t work, then we’re seeing a sleep specialist. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nodded at him groggily once again and reached out to him. Hopefully this way you both could finally get some sleep.

Originally posted by lookwhaticreated

Yugyeom: -sleep talking- “No way… and then what happened?” Yugyeom would get you to continue talking once you’ve started. He was having trouble sleeping anyway, might as well get to hear your voice to help lull him to sleep.

He’d end up giggling uncontrollably though when you incoherently mumbled something about wearing a banana hat for a fashion show. The next thing he knew, he had woke you up and had to explain why he was now laughing hysterically.

you: “Why would you do that to me Yugi?”

him: *laughing still* “Because you can’t control what you say and it’s freaking hilarious!”

Originally posted by sunmis


A/N: I’m so sorry that it turned into mini-drabbles basically! And also sorry because I tried giving each member a different sleeping habit but I ran out of them lol ^.^” Thank you for requesting dear! I hope you liked it~ <3

Creativity

Genre: (Creative) Smut [Inspired by fifty shades darker ;_; ] 

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader 

Word Count: 1500ish

(Song rec: Pray )

Originally posted by remartins97

His lips were inches away from your core, teeth digging into his lower lip as he marveled at the sight in front of him. However, his pleasure didn’t last for long as your legs clamped shut when you felt his slender fingers on the inside of your thigh.

“Baby,” He whined out, hand lightly hitting your inner thigh but you refused to move, “Let me taste you.”

You shot up at his words, hands pushing him down underneath you, denying him his wishes as you rubbed your dripping folds over his erection, covering it in your essence before lining it up with your entrance and sinking down, your tight walls wrapping around it.

“Mhm, I’d rather make you feel good, Yoongi,” You bent down to whisper in his ear before biting your lip teasingly.

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anonymous asked:

Can we please have Sanvers comforting Kara after the break up. Like... We all hate him but she thought he was special and she's probably hurting a lot right now and could use some older sister TLC at the moment.

She cums hard and she cums loudly – something she’s never done before, with anyone – and she cums so many more times than once that even competitive nerd Alex loses count.

And normally, she’d drift off to sleep.

Safe and happy and peaceful and home in Alex’s arms.

And normally, Alex would press endless kisses to her forehead and they’d whisper to each other – about work, about their teenage years, about their exes, about their adventures, about their terrors, about the random cat memes that Kara would send and Maggie’s latest gym shenanegins with James and her latest pool hilarities with Winn and how beautiful you are and how lucky I am and what did I ever do to deserve you – until they fell asleep.

But tonight, they both lay awake.

Tonight, they look into each other’s eyes and they smile, and then they laugh resignedly, because they both know what the other is thinking.

Kara.

“I’ll order ahead for the pizza and potstickers. You let her know we’re coming,” Maggie says as she passes Alex her shirt, her bra, and grabs one of Alex’s for herself, a habit that Maggie has never had with anyone else and a habit that Alex loves, loves, loves.

“I lo – you’re… you’re incredible, Maggie.”

“In bed? Yeah, you seem to have informed me –  oof!”

A pillow smacks her shoulder lightly and they both giggle as they languidly pull their clothes back on.

“For knowing. For caring. About Kara. For not… for not being mad at me. For needing to go be with her.”

“Alex, she’s your sister. Of course you need to go be with her.”

“You’ll come too? She’s kind of gotten attached to you.”

Maggie smiles, thinking of the last game night when Kara had encouraged Mon-El to go home and get some sleep, but practically begged both Alex and Maggie to stay, and she fell asleep in both of their arms with a safe, comforted smile on her face that was too rare nowadays.

“Of course I’ll come, if you think she wants me to.”

Alex laughs as she looks down at her buzzing phone, and she holds it out to show Maggie.

Yes. Please bring potstickers, pizza, and your girlfriend.

They hold hands the entire drive over – taking Maggie’s car because Alex’s bike needs an oil change and they’d walked home from the station, and because they can’t bear the loss of physical contact – and they somehow still manage to keep holding hands while carrying three pies and two heaping bags of potstickers up to Kara’s apartment.

She’s curled in a ball and she’s sniffling and she’s red-faced and puffy-eyed when they get there, and she holds out grabby hands for the food and for her sister and for her sister’s girlfriend, but she says nothing, because there’s nothing to say.

“Do you feel relieved at all?” Alex asks softly, only after Kara’s torn through five potsticks and a slice of pizza.

Kara’s lip wobbles and she shrugs and Maggie squeezes Alex’s hand and elaborates gently.

“It’s okay if you do, you know. He was a piece of home. Or, well, closer to home than any human could give you. Because he might be the prince of all assholes – no, not might, he is – but Little Danvers, he knew your language. Your history. And not because you told him about it, but because he grew up knowing them. Like you did. That’s important, and it’s powerful, and it can make you overlook a lot. Hell, Kara, you could kiss him without breaking his nose, you could be… intimate without hurting him. That… that’s special, Kara, those are… those are special things, and they’re hard to… They’re hard to lose, even when maybe we should. It’s okay if you feel relieved, though. It’s okay. You’re not betraying your history. You’re being true to yourself.”

Alex beams at her girlfriend and kisses her sister’s forehead and strokes her hair and pulls her into her arms.

“I’m proud of you, Kara. Do you… your text said he told you he loves you. Do you…”

She nods, and then she shakes her head, and then she nods, and then she shakes her head again.

And then she shovels three more potstickers into her mouth, and Maggie grabs four subtly – two for her, two for Alex – before they’re gone.

“It’s what Maggie said, I think, I… Daxam was… complicated, it was wrong, but if I’ve learned anything about my past since coming out as Supergirl, it’s that Krypton wasn’t all that much to be defended, either. That weapon my father made, Fort Rozz, I… he’s part of home. Not like you, Alex, not – you’re my home, Alex, you’re the only home I’ll ever need, I just – “

“I know. It’s okay, you don’t have to explain. I know.”

Kara sighs her head into Alex’s shoulder and Alex draws her closer and Maggie’s heart warms watching them.

“I just can’t believe it took me this long to realize that he just… I deserve so much better than someone who lies like that, who invalidates me and manipulates me and – that’s what he was doing, right? Am I making that up just because I’m hurt now, I – “

“No, you’re not.”

“Absolutely not – that’s what abusive, gaslighting relationships make you think, Little Danvers, that you’re out of touch with reality, that things are your fault, that you’re making things seem worse than they are…”

“It wasn’t abusive…”

“Alright. That’s okay. That’s a big word, and it’s a scary one. I get it, I do. You can process that how you need to, at whatever pace you need to. We’re here, both of us, through all of it, okay?”

Kara nods slowly, her brain spinning, and Alex kisses the crinkle between her eyes.

“Kara, you’re amazing. And I’m so proud of you for knowing what you deserve. You know that, right? That you deserve only the best?”

Kara sighs and takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes and Alex smiles.

“You are so beautiful, Kara. For yourself. Not for some man to redeem himself for. For yourself.”

“You have to say that, you’re my sister.”

“Well I’m not, and I say she’s right.”

“You have to agree with her, you’re her girlfriend.”

“I – “

“She’s got a point, Sawyer, I mean, ride or die, right?”

Kara laughs softly as Maggie fake scowls up at Alex and kisses her knee.

“I want what you two have.”

“Ugh, just like Brian.”

“Briannnn.”

“Please don’t compare me to – “

“Then please don’t use his phrases.”

“How was I supposed to know he said – “

“You don’t wanna know more, trust me.”

Kara sighs into a laugh and snuggles into Alex’s lap. “Don’t leave?”

“Never, Kara. Never.”

“You too, Maggie?”

“I’m right here, sunshine. I’m right here.”

Kara smiles sleepily – all the crying, all the pain, will knock her right out – as Alex strokes her hair and Maggie wraps her in a blanket.

“I love you, Kara. For exactly who you are.”

“I love you too, Alex. For the same thing.”

Maggie doesn’t say anything – not yet – but in her mind, she repeats their words over and over, because as the three of them drift off to sleep in a bundled, pizza-heavy heap on the couch, she feels that love, too.

After Hours - Vulnerable

Hello again! So this is nothing too special, just an idea I had after the finale and then it kinda turned into something that hit me after the RWBY cast was on Always Open. It’s White Rose and I know the last two have been them so promises that the next After Hours will be something else. 

Anyway, also wanted to say that Foxtrot is moving along and will have an update sooner than later. I’m also in the process of outlining a new fic for this hiatus that I’m really excited about and it’ll be coming when Foxtrot is concluded. 

Enough from me. Here’s some BFF Weiss/Ruby


Despite the fact that she was exhausted and her muscles hurt from training and it was already past midnight – Ruby was still awake.

It had been an extremely emotional day. Not only had her sister returned, but they’d run into Weiss as well. They reunions had been everything Ruby imagined they would be. A lot of crying and hugging and a few times here Yang yelled at her – then one time where Weiss did. Then more hugging and Weiss crying and Yang teasing Ruby when she kissed Weiss on the forehead.

She didn’t know what all the fuss was about, it was only because that’s how her dad would always help her stop crying. She wanted to do the same for Weiss. Yang’s snickers and teasing didn’t even make sense but was still annoying.

Though that annoyance couldn’t replace the relief at seeing her partner and big sister again. To have three members of team RWBY together was so wonderful, even though they all felt Blake’s absence.

Yang had promised they’d find her too, that they’d be together again. Yang was so confident, so strong and smiling so much – it made Ruby’s heart swell.

The emotion of the day had overwhelmed her, and even after Yang went out with Qrow and Weiss retired to the room she rented out, Ruby was still wired up and unable to sleep.

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Is this Okay? ~ Clay Jensen

Request - if you write smut, is it possible to do a clay x reader smut where it’s almost exactly like the scene where clay and Hannah are making out, but this time it leads to something more?? if so, thank u !! 💞💞

Warning- Smut

Word count - 724

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BTS react to your paranoia

A/N: Hey anon, just wanted you say that your english is perfectly fine and that i find it very brave of you to admit your mental disorder like that ~ I hope that that this disorder does not limit your quality of life ^^

// I did some research to be able to write this reaction without spreading false information but please DM or send me a message if anything i wrote is not a correct fact//


Jungkook

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Jungkook would be woken up from his sleep when he felt you shuffle around in bed more than usual, after rubbing his eyes and reeling into consciousness he would look over at you only to find you wide awake and looking around anxiously. “Y/N? What’s wrong” he would sit up to look at you better “Jungkook, there are spiders on my legs” he would throw the covers off of your feet and soothingly reminding you “there’s nothing there Jagi, don’t worry.” He would pull you closer to him, throw his legs over yours and rub comforting circles on your back as he waited for you to fall asleep before he too went back to sleep. 


Taehyung

Originally posted by beuits

When you first told him about your paranoia, Taehyung would be so utterly confused and clueless. He would attempt to understand and want to be able to help you but wouldn’t understand how to, at night when he experienced your paranoia first-hand he would immediately wrap his whole body around you and whisper comforting words as he hoped that this would help.


Jimin

Originally posted by suga-com

The first thing that would come to his mind when you were experiencing paranoia was to consult and comfort, he would hold your hand, run his hand through your hair and just listen to whatever you had to get off of your chest. After hearing your worries and anxious thoughts he would sooth you with comforting words “it’s okay, I’m here, I won’t let anything get to you Jagi” 


Namjoon

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Namjoon would jump awake when he felt you shake him from his sleep, he would turn to look at you and immediately engulf you in a hug. After you had told him about your paranoia he did some research so that he would be prepared whenever it happened. Although sleepy, he would immediately converse and consult with you before waiting for you to fall asleep, happy that he was able to help you. 


Hoseok

Originally posted by jhope-shi

As soon as Hoseok woke up in the middle of the night after hearing your voice, he would know the deal and already know exactly what to do. he would shift in bed and switch both of your positions so that you could comfortably lean against his chest and so that he would engulf his arms around your body making sure to whisper in your ears “It’s okay, there’s nothing there” and smile to himself when he realised you were sleeping peacefully again. 


Yoongi

Originally posted by yoonmin

Yoongi would be pretty grumpy that he had to be waken up but would still be worried about you, he knew that you had no control over this and would attempt to comfort you by switching onto the TV and cuddling, even having late night conversations just so that you would feel slightly better. 


Seokjin

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Seokjin’s mom mode would activate and he would get up and was about to go to the kitchen to make you a cup of tea before deciding that he shouldn’t leave you alone and so he lifts you up and brings you with him “you need some fresh air” he would tell you. And so there you both were at 3AM drinking Chamomile tea on the balcony having a soothing late night talk before he brought you back to bed making sure that you fell asleep first before he was able to sleep too. 


                                                 -bangtan angels-

A Pain in My... Back

Summary: Hospital AU. One Shot. A bit of a Meet-Cute. Mary Margaret has just had surgery and won’t stop pointing out all of her cute nurses to Emma in an attempt to get her back out in the dating field. It’s a little embarrassing.

Word Count: 4519

Rated: T

A/N: This is very loosely based off of my mom attempting to do the same thing to me a few weeks ago. All of the medical/hospital terms I used in this came from my memory of that experience so I apologize if I get anything wrong! Also, as you can probably guess, my story doesn’t have the same ending as this one! Ha!

ao3

It wasn’t like her sister-in-law intentionally sought out opportunities to embarrass her.

She was just kind of oblivious to how loud she spoke.

And the strong pain killers the hospital was giving her was not helping matters.

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Request: Blood or Not

Request: Can I get an imagine where Dean and Sam are on a hunt with their friend, who’s like a sister to them, and Castiel’s soulmate? She goes to fight something that went after a baby and destroys it because when she was younger she lost her baby sister?

Word Count: 1,013

“Y/N, you need to be rational about this.” Dean attempts, watching as you stuff yet another gun into your trusty knapsack. You only glare at him in response, eyes boring holds of pure heat into him – and not in a good way. He’s never seen you like this – it’s frightening. For someone who usually provides so much joy and light, you’re terrifying when you’re on a mission.

“Rational? Rational?” You flip the flap over and haul it onto your back, “Rational went out of the window the second we established that a baby was a target here. A baby, Dean! How are you still sat on your ass?!”

Sam, who is intelligently sat on the bed in the corner, visibly flinches. Good. Let him flinch – let him be afraid. Let them both see how deadly serious you are about this, because any form of play disappeared from the chess game a long time ago. Too long – it could already be too late, for all you know.

“Y/N, sit down. This… thing, it’s been going after people for a long time. It’s good at it. We need a plan before we go charging in there.” A special cult of vampires, travelling from town to town, prizing the blood of the young and innocent over any other. They don’t get a look-in most of the time, but here… it’s a given. They’ve wormed their way into the social care system, and it’s only a matter of time.

“I don’t give a shit!” You explode, having to resist going for the gun at your side, “We’ve taken out bigger and badder things with less planning. We don’t have the time, Dean. Sam, you have to agree with me.”

Sam lifts his head, but only to give you an apologetic shake of the head. If you’d been even slightly less human than you are, you’d have growled.

“I can’t believe- you know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m leaving. Call me when the two of you have managed to grow a pair.” You turn on your heel, and make it all of three steps towards the door before bouncing straight off something as hard and steady as stone.

“Y/N? What is the problem? I could feel your distress.” He says softly, hands coming to rest of your shoulders. Despite the calm he always offers, you can still feel your heart racing and stomach twisting – you’d accepted the bond between the two of you just a few months ago, meaning that him being there and so close combined with all of the emotion and turmoil of the situation…

Of all the stupid, annoying, embarrassing things, your stupid human brain doesn’t know how to do anything but burst into tears. Completely overwhelmed by everything, you crumple into his chest, tears already building up and flooding over in protest of it all.

Before you know it, you’re bundled into his arms, the warm glow of his protection quickly enfolding you in comfort – both of you know how dangerous and volatile the bond can be, and you’re slowly adjusting, but with every hardship you learn that it’s worth it. Even when he does get… grumpy, whenever you’re less than smiling.

What did you say to her?” Cas snarls, still holding you close. Dean holds fast, though seeing one of his best friends as terrifying as that… to his credit, he waits until Cas’ gaze moves back to you before he flinches.

“We… realised that the cult’s victims are children; that the random killings were just to throw us off.” Sam says softly, ever the diffuser, “Y/N… wanted to go straight away. We thought that we needed a plan.”

Something sparks in Cas’ eyes. Both brothers see it – and you feel it, through something deeper and more innate. Before you can lift your head to comment, the motel room has fallen away from beneath your feet and you’re… in a brightly lit park. Children play, parents talk idly, but none of them so much as look at the pair of you.

Cas pulls back then, wiping away the tears from your face and searching your eyes for a few moments, “This is about your sister.”

You nod.

“Sam and Dean don’t know about her.”

A shake. You hadn’t wanted to tell them – not when they had their own sibling-related issues, and certainly not when you didn’t feel like you could talk about it without falling into a thousand pieces, yourself, even all these years later.

“Y/N, you don’t have to hide it. You did nothing wrong,” His voice is low and soothing, like the soft warmth of a blanket by a fire after a snowstorm, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. We all bear our scars – Sam and Dean are family. They aren’t going to judge you.”

“I know.” You wipe at your eyes, unable to meet his azure gaze, “But… I just didn’t want to talk about it. She should be here, she should be alive. But she isn’t. And this is the least I can do to make up for that.”

Cas pauses, then nods, reaching down and taking one of your hands in both of his, soft and steady, “Alright. You and I, we’ll go together. How is that?”

There isn’t another option but to nod: you can’t take the hunt alone, and you certainly aren’t going to go with Sam and Dean now. Plus, what better than time spent with your soulmate? Even hunting time is better than no time.

***

The hunt went smoothly – even when you slip back into the motel room, hidden under Cas’ celestial cloak of silence, and slide into bed, the panic and flood of emotions has ebbed away. You’re exhausted, and by the time Cas has draped his coat over you and taken a seat next to you in order to watch over you – a position he’s taken up most nights, over the past few months – you’re knocked out.

Even so, he watches over you – and the boys. Because you’re family. And family, blood or not, doesn’t give up on each other.

Runaway : Jason Blossom Pt. 1

Part Two

request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.

requested by: anonymous

A/N: For the sake of this imagine, Polly was a one time thing for Jason and that’s why Polly was so upset, because she wanted more. Also, shoutout to @yourstrulysquid for finding this gif for me. You are a lifesaver!! This imagine went in a totally crazy direction, that could lead to a part two?!? maybe? also it’s more sad than fluffy, BUT if people do want a second part, best believe it will be fluffy as hell. love ya, xx aubree

warnings: running away, angst.

word count: 1,071

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Prompt: “Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbours upstairs for being too loud?”

Character: Steve Rogers (For anon)

Warning: N/A


New neighbours could be the best or the worst thing that ever happened to you. Right now at 2 am they were proving to be the worst thing. Both you and Steve were lying face up in your bed, stiffly trying to ignore the loud sounds of yelling from the floor above. They were arguing over who was responsible for the spilt milk in the fridge. 

You reached that point of frustration that had you humphing and sitting up in the bed, the type of frustration that made you want to kick and scream because you needed to be up at 7 am and you just wanted to go to sleep. 

“Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbours upstairs for being too loud?” You hope Steve agrees because you both know he’s useless at Rock, Paper, Scissors and if he goes up then that means you don’t have to. You hate confronting angry people and Steve had the intimidating build that would surely shut your neighbours up.

He looks just as frustrated as you as he sits up in bed, his shoulders are heavy, his eyes are near closed and the fact he needs a shave adds to the look of ‘I want them to shut the fuck up’. “I’ll go…we both know you’ll win anyway, babe…”

He’s getting out of bed and you can’t let him go alone, not when he looks so sad and annoyed, so you slip out of bed after him and put your slippers on. The two of you trudge upstairs, dragging your feet and still in your night clothes. 

Steve’s knock is heavy and you lean against his back as you wait. The yelling stops and you wonder if they’ll answer or if they’ll pretend to ignore it out of embarrassment. They answer. 

“What?” The aggravated tone of your neighbour stops when they realise that Steve is taller, broader, and angrier than they are and it’s a great thing that Steve agreed to do this because you knew you weren’t near as intimidating. 

“Shut. Up. It’s 2 am.” Your neighbour doesn’t argue, only nods because obviously they didn’t want to fight Steve at 2 am in the morning. Tired or not he’d still beat them in a fight. When their door closes you wrap your arms around Steve properly. 

“You’re my hero…love you…” It’s half-asleep, deep, tired and it’s with that same tiredness that the two of you somehow managed to get back to your bed. The neighbours no longer yelling above.

anonymous asked:

Please can you do a little follow up to that last TFLN??? 😙

Omg could you do like a mini/quick follow up blurb to that last TFLN? Maybe when they meet? Just like an overview quickly doesn’t have to be too long/detailed! Please 😋😋😋

* CAN SOMEONE REMIND ME TO WRITE A BREAK-UP STORY, PLEASE? I’VE DECIDED ON INCLUDING ONE IN THE STORYLINE BASED ON THIS LITTLE BLURB. *

Even though they’d have broken up, they’d still be in contact with one another and they’d try and talk as much as they could without it getting too weird and awkward between them. He’d text her a hello and he’d ask how she was and what she’d been up too and she’d text him her congratulations on a good show and ask him how it is to perform in a huge stadium filled with fans and supporters. She’d still be really good friends with Gemma, and over the month of their break-up, she’d still be on good-ish terms with Harry, so when Gemma and Anne suggest a trip to Manchester to see one another and to attend a concert, she’d agree after being a little hesitant about it.

She’d stay at Anne’s house with Gemma, taking the last of the spare rooms, that would be located between Gemma’s and Harry’s old childhood bedrooms. Anne would be knowledgeable on the break-up but she’d still treat her like a special part to the family because, after two years, they’d created a really loving bond. The day of the show, when it’s One Direction’s first Manchester show, she’d be feeling really nervous and toying with her breakfast and feeling a little peachy at the mention of seeing them again. 

Entering the stadium, she’d follow his family towards the backstage area and, from the end of the corridor, she can hear Harry’s loud laugh and it’d warm her heart and make her feel all fuzzy inside. And, upon her entrance to the room, his eyes would widen and all he’d want to do is run towards her and hug her and squeeze her and just kiss her extremely passionately and forget all about the hardest month he’d had to endure.

“Hey,” he’d murmur, walking over hesitantly and smiling softly, “I didn’t know you were going to agree on taking that ticket. I sent an extra in case you did want too. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Were still on good terms, Harry. I’m not going to miss out on an opportunity to see you in a huge stadium.”

“Can I, uhm, can I hug you? Or is that too-” 

But he’d be interrupted and let out an ‘ooph’ sound when she’d wrap her arms around his waist and hold him tightly, pushing herself into his chest. Resting her cheek against his chest as he’d wrap his arms around her shoulders and cosy her to his body.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“This doesn’t mean anything, okay?”

“I know. I know.”

Throughout the show, the boys would see a huge change in the way he performs and he’d be a lot more cheery and jokey and laughing with everyone. Being more talkative and not taking as many trips backstage to calm himself down in the loo. Gemma would see a change in her appearance and she’d be smiling widely and catching eye contact with Harry and blushing profusely.

By the time the show ends, the atmosphere between Harry and the missus would disintegrate and it would be like old times. Except, no relationship would be pursued between the two of them. Until they both took the trip back to Anne’s house, where he’d be spending a couple of days before heading off to another city to perform in. They’d all separate into the own bedrooms; Harry in his childhood room, Gemma in hers and the missus in the spare room between the two. However, they’d be unable to sleep and join in the kitchen, where Harry’s making himself a cup of tea. Dressed in a pair of pyjama trousers and a baggy sweatshirt that made him look tiny and cosy.

“Can’t sleep?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep since the moment you left.”

“Harry…”

“No, listen to me, please. Please.”

“Make me a cuppa and we have a deal.”

“Deal.”

Once tea had been made and they’d found comfort on the living room sofa, they’d propel into a conversation that was very much needed. Talking about how the last month had treated them and how they regret everything that was said.

“What happened, on the night of that huge fight between us, it was so painful. I can’t believe what was being thrown away. By me, mostly. I broke your heart, made you leave and I haven’t forgiven myself since then. I go to sleep feeling guilty. I go to sleep picturing your heartbroken face. I go to sleep in an empty bed every single night and it’s like a constant reminder of what I did. I can still feel the tingle in my cheek from the slap you gave me, you know?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I needed it. I deserved it. Christ, I deserved it so much. Because it meant I had taken things too far. I got so many punches to my arm from Gemma and my mum scolded me and she looked so disappointed in me when I told them both and it really made me realise how special you were, to not only me, but to my family.”

“It’s kind of hard to think about. I feel so close to all of them.”

“And, it hurts knowing that I put a wedge between that bond. I feel awful.”

“It didn’t. It did make me feel awkward when I met with Gemma because I had no reason to see her. You aren’t my boyfriend anymore so I shouldn’t even be here, right now, staying in your childhood house with your mother and your sister.”

“You’re one of Gemma’s best friends, lo- (YN). Tells me that every time I see her. She loves her time with you and it makes me feel even worse knowing I would have ruined that friendship. As well as the bond with my mum.”

He’d take a sip from his tea before putting it down on the coffee table, reaching for your tea and sliding it from your hold, and placing it down beside his before he took your hands in his, “can we forget everything? Can we start again? I can’t take another day without you.”

“I don’t know, Harry.”

“Please? I,” he’d look down to his lap, biting his lip to hold back the tears, “I love you. I can’t bear this anymore. You said, when the time is right, we’d see one another again and we can continue from where we left off. You must feel something or else you wouldn’t have come to Manchester to see us. You can’t say that you came to stay friends.”

“And what if that is the case, Harry? What if I decided to come and agree to be friends? Would you want that?”

“No,” he’d admit, looking deeply into her eyes, “no, I wouldn’t want that. But, I’d happily wait for you.”

“I don’t want to be friends, Harry. I want you back. I came for a reason and,” you breathed out a sigh, “I think we should try again.”

A grin would lift up his cheeks, his dimples popping as he lunged forward and engulfed her into a tight hug, letting her sob happily into his neck. He’d pull away briefly and look at her before they’d close the gap and kiss one another hungrily and passionately, her figure sliding onto his lap as she straddled him and let her hands rake through his hair.

In the morning, Anne would pop into Harry’s bedroom to see if he wanted any breakfast or if he was heading off to the stadium again, but, she’d be stunned when he wasn’t in his bed. His folded clothes for the few days still sitting on the chair in the corner. The shower in the house untouched and the bathroom would be quiet and she’d be confused as to where he’d gone. Until she walked towards Gemma’s room and peeked through the gap to the missus’ temporary bedroom. His figure laid under the comforter, one foot hanging over the edge of the bed and his clothes and the missus’ strewn across the carpet, a smile on her lips.

“Why are you staring at (YN), mum?”

“Gem, look.”

Gemma would peek into the gap, her eyes widening in shock as she looked up, “do you think?”

“I think so, Gem. I think they may just be back together.”

“I can hear yeh. And yes we are back together,” Harry would murmur, looking up from the pillow, a smile on his face, “now, as much as I love you both, can you shove off, please? I’m enjoyin’ this morning.” xx

Happy Valentine’s Day - Kai Parker

Valentine’s Day smut!

Warnings: Smut, so much smut. Mentions of mourning.

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

Originally posted by sssssssim

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Kai Parker was fucked up, after a really long time mourning his death you came to that conclusion. You always knew he was fucked up, but you tried desperately to see the good in him, the best parts of him that no one else seemed to look hard enough to find. You still love him, of course you still love him, you used to have dreams about him coming back and seeing him again, but after a while when he didn’t come back… you decided to grieve.

At first, you cried, you cried for hours. You cried by yourself, curled up in the darkness of your bedroom, trying desperately to convince yourself that when you woke up Kai would be back, sleeping on his side of the bed and drooling on his pillow. And then, when you went outside to get groceries, no one approached you, no one asked you if you were alright, if you needed a hug. And when you went home you friend some more, now you really felt alone, without Kai, who even were you?

After crying as much as you could, you tried to move forward. The world isn’t going to stop because the person you love is gone, people die all the time, and the only way you’ll accept that is when you understand that he won’t come back. Damon buried him in an unmarked grave, but you put a wooden tombstone there anyways, with his name carved into it with a butter knife.
No one ever came to visit you, they had no reason to, and you didn’t mind. Bonnie stopped by once, asking for a place to lay low, but you told her to fuck off and find someone else’s basement to hide in. So yeah, no one came to visit you. Which is why the knock on your door made you jump.

You weren’t even fully awake yet, you were wearing baggy pajamas, your hair was a mess and you dragged your feet even as you walked to the door. You opened it with a yawn.

“What the fuck do you want?” You open your eyes slowly and then rubbed them, standing right in front of you is Kai, holding a bouquet of roses and a heart shaped box of assorted chocolates.

“Hi.” His voice is low, and his eyes meet yours for less than a second.

“What the fuck?”

“That’s what I thought. I uh- I bought you flowers, and the chocolates you like, it is Valentine’s Day after all.” Your hand launches forward before you can stop it and you backhand him right across the face. He moves his jaw as he looks back to you.

“I deserved that.” You grab his jacket, yanking him inside before he can say another thing.

“When did you get back?” He sets down the flowers and chocolate on the table beside your door.

“Two days ago.”

“How did you get back?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why are you here?” You cross your arms over your chest, angry beyond belief as you stare him down.

“Because when I was in hell, all I could think about was you. I was so stupid, Y/n, I never should have gone after my sister, I never should have fought with you before I left. God, I was such a dumbass-” Kai takes a step closer to you, you take a step back, “what I mean to say is, can you forgive me?”

You feel at a loss for words, he looks so sad, so tired, and all you want to do is throw your arms around him because yes- of course you forgive him. But you don’t, you stare up at him in silence, your eyes meeting his blues, your arms still crossed over your chest. It feels like and hour before you bring yourself to even take a breath. But when you do finally breathe you take one big step towards him and pull him into a hug, he’s bigger now, his shoulders are more broad and his arms are stronger as he hugs you back. You start crying, silent and happy as he breathes you in.

“I missed you so much.” Your voice comes out broken, but you don’t care.

“I missed you too.” You pull out of the hug and bring your hands to his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss. He leans into it, pushing you back a little as his hands pull you even closer to him.

Your back hits the wall, it doesn’t hurt you, it’s gentle and then you realize that kai’s being gentle. He’s going slow, his mouth moves over yours passionately, your tongues don’t battle for dominance, his hands aren’t grasping you tightly, they’re smoothing themselves firmly over the skin of your lower back and hips. Your hands push his jacket away and you break apart only to take our shirts off. He lifts you up and presses you even more into the wall, your hands gripping onto his shoulders and neck tightly as he kisses you again. You take a deep breath when his lips leave yours, only to gasp again when he leaves kisses on your neck. He leaves wide open mouthed kisses on your neck before leaving a hickey just below your ear, his tongue runs over the slowly forming dark purple bruise as you lean your head to the side to give him more access. You grind your hips don as well as you can with his hands on your thighs and he moans when you grind onto his half-hard cock through his jeans.

In flash you’re in the bedroom, pressed against a wall again. Kai seems to lose some of his control, because he uses his vampire-speed to get your remaining clothes off. He turns you around and you put your hands against the wall.

“Kai, don’t tease.” He kisses your bare shoulders as one of his hands finds its way to between your legs, his fingers running lightly over your clit. You moan and push your hips back, his own moan exciting you more than ever before.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Kai keeps his fingers moving in a quick but soft motion over your clit that makes you moan. It had been so long since you’d been with anyone and even then none of them made you feel the way Kai did.

Your nails scratch into the wall, probably leaving marks in the paint but all you could think about was Kai, his hands on you, his mouth, his hard cock pressing into your back. You tried to keep quiet, you didn’t need to hear your snobby neighbors talk about you having sex literally ten feet from where they sleep, but Kai didn’t seem to be having any of it because his hand immediately went to your boob, twisting your nipple, successfully making you whimper loudly and pant harder.

“Don’t you go all silent and shy on me, I’ve been without you for far too long.” His voice is a low growl in your ear. You turn around and kiss him, walking him backwards to the bed.

He flops down, very ungraceful, which makes the both of you laugh as you straddle his waist. Kai’s hands fall to your hips, just like every time before, and you feel the coolness of his rings against your skin. He looks up at you and you meet his gaze, still smiling about his ungraceful flop onto the bed. All you can see are his stupid heart-eyes staring up at you like you’re a goddess.

“I missed you so much.” His hand loops behind your head as he talks. You let him pull you down to a deep kiss.

“Good?” You asks when you sit back up, this was how you asked for consent.

“Absolutely.” You give him a smirk as you sink down onto him, loving the way his eyebrows furrow and his eyes screw shut. You put your hands on his chest, and tilt your head back to moan.

The first lift of your hips has you whimpering and Kai gripping the sheets, it had been far too long for the both of you and you knew immediately you’d last as long as a teenage boy. You try to speed up but you don’t go fast enough, because Kai’s bucking his hips up and swearing loudly. His hand return to your hips, guiding you up and down and letting you grind your hips. With no warning, to Kai or yourself, you’re coming undone. The sudden feeling makes you arch your back and cry out, your hands pressing Kai even further into the mattress.

“Fuck, fuck, yes!” Kai throws his head back, his own back arching off the bed as you bounce through the last remnants of your oragasm, panting and whimpering.

You fall beside him, also very ungraceful in your fall, as he pants loudly beside you. Kai’s head tilts towards yours, a sated smile on his lips as he kisses you. A loud bang on your wall makes you jump and then laugh; neighbors.

“Fuck you!” Kai yells as you laugh, he laughs as well, his shoulders shaking as he does so.

What a Valentine’s Day this had been.

Owned - pt 10

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

“Darling, look at this arrangement. They’re so beautiful!” Mrs. Kim said.

The flowers you gave her were, of course, from the best shop in town.

The reporters were buying everything. Mr. Kim smiled and nodded at his wife.

“I’m glad you like them.” You said.

Namjoon remained silent.

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