GOT7 putting their S/O to sleep imagine.

So this just came to my mind, can you guys do a Got7 reaction sort of thing to how they would help you sleep? Like what they would try to do to put you to sleep? thank you! I love you guys!!

Originally posted by magiccastles


Its been a week since Jaebum left to go on tour and you don’t sleep well without him. You woke up from a horrible dream. You texted him “Baby call me I just had a nightmare!” He facetimed you. As soon as you seen his smiling face it made you happy, “I will stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep. I will keep you safe from bad dreams” he smiled as you begin to fall asleep leaving you with butterflies to go to sleep with. 

Originally posted by kpopfeeds


Mark was working late at the studio. You tried over and over to go to sleep but failed. Mark got home at 1:30am. “Babe you are still awake?” you turned over to face him pouting, “Baby I can’t sleep without you plus I am not tired,” He walked over to the bed crawling up it, “Babygirl I am about to put you to sleep,” he started to undress himself. A couple hours later you could barley keep your eyes open. 

Originally posted by chansebaeksboyslove


“Babe I feel so restless.” You say as you turn over in the bed for the millionth time. He turns to you, smiling, “We can go take a hot shower baby it will put you to sleep” he stands up and throws his shirt off, “Come on baby.” 

Originally posted by santaembby


You and Bambam got back from a award show and you tried to relax in bed. Your body was tired but your mind is wide awake, You could see Bammie tossing and turning in bed, “Bammie I can not get relaxed to sleep.” you whined, He shot up out of bed “I know the best thing to make us both relax baby,” he ran off into the bathroom and came back a few minutes later, he began undressing you and took you into the bathroom to help you into the bubble bath, “This will help us sleep babygirl just relax and soak.”

Originally posted by parkjlnyoung


You have a big day at work tomorrow so you planned on going to bed early and couldn’t get your brain to shut off you could hear your boyfriend playing a movie in the living room you walked out the bedroom, “I can not even try to sleep! what can I do? I have to be up in seven hours.” he got up and kisses your lips “go get in bed I will be in there in a few with some warm milk and some music that will help you sleep, A few minutes later he came in and handed a glass of warm milk to you then put on some meditation sounds climbing into bed with you, You quickly fell asleep in his arms. 

Originally posted by jiminthebun


You had a long day at work an came home to your boyfriend that was waiting at the door, “I know you are tired I have everything ready for my over worked girlfriend,” he grabbed your hand an brought you into the bathroom where he had the bathtub filled with water and rose petals with candles lit and supper made, He gave you a quick kiss “This is for you I want you to soak and then I will give you a foot rub while you lay in bed okay?” all you could do is smile an realize you have the best boyfriend ever. 

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark


You an him were getting ready for bed, “Yuggie I am not even tired! what can we do to make us tired?” he smile big an pulled you close, “well we can go practice some dances and see where that goes.” he says cockily, you took his hand an turned on “You know” and you begin doing his moves perfectly he quickly joined in and things heated fast. 


Beyoncé and Tina Knowles serving and speaking to the survivors of Hurricane Harvey in Houston on September 8, 2017. Beyoncé met and spoke to all of the 400 people who attented the benefit, and donated a pair of Nike Air Jordans to each.

“This today is a celebration of survival. Y’all are my family, Houston is my home. I love you. I thank God that you’re safe, that your children are safe. The thing that really matters is your health, your children and your family and your life.”

And maybe love isn’t always a kiss on a forehead but rather a hug and a kiss that say’s “I’m sorry let’s not fight” than spilling words out to each other in the heat of the moment that you would regret later. Maybe it isn’t about buy her diamond ring’s and lace underwear excepting her to wear it for you later that night. Maybe it’s leaving her pill bottle next to her phone with a glass of water as a reminder that thing’s can get better with a little help. Maybe love isn’t about giving fifty fifty each way, maybe it’s about giving 100 when that person greatest demons come to visit for the day. Maybe love isn’t about writing about how beautiful her body was the first time you saw it and how you’d have never seen anything more raw and natural. Maybe it’s about writing how she makes your soul dance in the rain of sunshine and how it also makes your heart ache from time to time when both sides are being stubborn. Maybe it’s not about a vow that you both swear to keep but a understanding that sometimes things don’t work out and sometimes they do. Maybe it’s not about saying I love you every second of every day but showing that love in the simplest of ways like “call me when you get home so I know you’re safe.” Maybe, just maybe you’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places and maybe even the wrong people. Maybe the kind of love that you are so hell bound on searching for is taking your pills without no one reminding you or dying your hair the color of the sky because that’s the only time when you feel closest to your real self. Maybe the kind of love that you are searching for in another person is already right in front of you when you look in the mirror. Maybe that’s where you’ll find your one true love. Maybe it isn’t a her or him or someone but a you, maybe just maybe you can find the love that you long for in yourself and maybe just maybe if you’re lucky enough you’ll also meet a person who makes your heart dance in the rain. Maybe that’s what love is, loving yourself or maybe it’s not. I don’t know but when I do I’ll let you know.
—  Deeply Feeling Series

Ok just a break of character here for a bit, I want to just hence the importance of that video in the real world.

You know what this video meant? That Jack actually listens. He listens to our theories, our stories, our “what ifs”, our feelings towards his characters. Our characters!

Schneep mentioning Chase? Anti mentioning “Glitch Bitch” and swearing? Jack actually beung sick in the video? That’s literally all we wanted! Who does that?? Who actually listens to their community so much to the point of continuing the story we built together?

Jack has brought a sense of family and belonging I never had (sadly). Having a house and parents don’t mean having a family and someone who listens to you.

I feel safe here. I love you guys, I love Jack, I love Robin, I love Signe. Thank you all SO MUCH.

I’ll be back into character and making my theories after this, obviously, but I just wanted to take a break and really thank you all and Jack to actually listening and putting up efford to make us excited and happy.

It’s a whole new world of a simple gaming channel. It’s my home.

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 1/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Suicide attempt?? , depression, mental illness’, mixture of fluff and angst throughout the series, homophobic slurs


Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Richie Tozier brought the cigarette between his lips, letting the toxic smoke fill his decaying lungs and pulse throughout his insides and swirls around in each crevice of his body. He then takes away the cancer stick, after a moment blowing out the toxic waste into the thin November air.

Beverly Marsh raised an eyebrow at him, sitting across from the much taller boy on the brick wall with her own cigarette between her fingers. She watched as the smoke faded into nothing, sighing lightly as she proceeded to watch her best friend smoke away.

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Roman Godfrey Headcannons

Roman Godfrey in a stable relationship is a sight to behold; here are some head cannons for him when he’s off the market.


  • Due to his troubled upbringing, Roman has difficulty with expressing his emotions. His significant other should not expect him to be declaring his love for them from the onset and throughout their relationship, although that does not mean that he won’t warm up to the idea. Just give the guy some time; he’ll come around in his own way.

  • Roman is very protective of his partner, sometimes so much that it could become a little too unbearable which could potentially cause problems for the two of them if his significant other is not aware of the supernatural. An example of this would be that he would want / need to know how long for, whom with, and where his partner is if they are out and about, especially at night, without him.

  • He doesn’t have malicious intent, its common knowledge that Hemlock Grove doesn’t have the lowest mortality rate when compared to other towns; he just wants to keep his significant other safe.

  • With keeping that in mind, he’s definitely the type of boyfriend who will tell his partner “text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

  • Roman’s one of those tall guys that will use his significant other’s head as an armrest.

  • Green eyes are very fitting for Roman due to how easy it is for him to become jealous. He doesn’t come across as it, but he can be a little insecure and sensitive at times. If he just so happened to catch his partner talking to another guy then he’d be all clenched fists and staring the offending person down.

  • He’d then traipse on over and put his arm around his significant other, pulling them close and making it very obvious that they were his and most definitely off the market.

  • “Hey, babe, who’s this?”

  • It’s not that Roman doesn’t trust his partner, he does, he just doesn’t trust everyone else.

  • Roman takes on the position of the big spoon in the relationship but he isn’t against being the little spoon once in a while. If he’s had a bad day and is feeling down, he’d find comfort lying in his partner’s arms.

  • Even though it doesn’t seem like he listens most of the time, he does. If his significant other mentioned in passing that they had seen a particular dress or piece of jewellery that they liked, but couldn’t afford, then he’d surprise them by leaving the dress on their bed with a handwritten note or gift the necklace to them in the midst of one of their dates. He can be quite romantic when he wants to be.


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The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)

You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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“There you are, sound and safe! I mean- safe and sound.”

Ladybug released him. Adrien slipped out of her grasp, as slowly as he could. His room had never looked more like a cage, dark and imposing, silent and cold. Empty.

He turned to her with a model smile- a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes even as he regarded the love of his life, half-lit up by the moon. “Thank you, Ladybug, for everything.”

His secret partner giggled, shuffling backwards with awkward, jerky hand gestures. Adrien smiled for real then, looking away as heat flooded his face, cute.

“N-no problem!” she replied, the ghost of a frown flittering across her face. Perhaps it was the fact she’d just saved his life, or maybe it was the darkness of the room, or maybe it was the years of pining and hoping and wishing for more, but Adrien was halfway to her before he realised what he was doing. He froze, checking himself. It wasn’t his job to remove that frown. “I’m just glad you’re safe is all- even though Chat Noir wasn’t there to help…” the frown deepened.

“Ah, I’m s-sure he wanted to come!” his voice wobbled and Adrien winced, hoping he wasn’t too obvious. “He was probably caught up with something? Maybe? I mean I wouldn’t know!”

He could feel Plagg’s silent snickers from the breast pocket of his jacket. In retaliation, he peeled off the jacket and tossed it onto the sofa. If Ladybug thought it strange, she didn’t question it or mention it. He was glad for that, he’d already made a fool of himself enough for one night.

A silence nestled between them. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part but, as he looked back to her and caught her staring just in time before she tore her gaze away, to him it didn’t seem like an awkward one. For him at least, it was a silence laced with a prayer, a quiet plea that the space between them no longer existed.

And, as she offered him a short flick of a wave goodbye, his plea slipped from his lips before he could stop it. With gentle fingers, he grasped her wrist and stopped her before she reached for her yoyo. “Don’t leave.”

She looked to him with wide eyes, and he dropped her wrist, mortified with himself.

But god he wanted her to stay. Adrien was tired, so very tired of empty rooms and empty promises. He was tired of feeling lonely in rooms filled with strangers with plastic smiles. He didn’t want to wake up tomorrow to meet his father’s disapproving scowl, knowing he’d been caught by the paparazzi out later than he should’ve been- caught up in another ‘dangerous’ situation. It was a lecture he could really do without.

He didn’t want to be alone any more.

“Adrien?” her voice was so soft, so kind and confused, and Adrien couldn’t stand it. 

“I-” he swallowed, the bravery he’d felt was gone and the weight of his words settled into his chest. Weeds of panic sprouted in his lungs and rendered him speechless. He couldn’t look at her, embarrassed by his outburst, by his desperation.

“You want me to stay?” she whispered, and his head snapped up again, undone by the unreadable expression on her face. “Me?”

“I’d be dead without you,” Adrien replied. He took a step towards her, closing the gap. His heart was a drum. Under his father’s watchful eye, the beats were steady, predictable and controlled- but ultimately lacking life. With his friends, the beat was free and light but it was a melody rarely played these days, as his schedule grew stricter and his freedom restricted.

With Ladybug, the beat was beautiful and unpredictable. It was wild and full of passion and love, of promise and comfort. It was a story; the foundations of a symphony they’d written since they were children. But it was half complete. A beat without a melody. A band without a singer, and Adrien was done pretending he didn’t want her to be his leading lady. Reaching out, Adrien brushed his fingers against her cheek. “I’d be dead without you.”

Ladybug leaned into his touch, her hand coming up to rest on his own, and she sighed. The sound almost broke him.

Until she broke the spell, taking his hand away from her face and bringing herself closer to him. He could see the freckles on her nose.

“Well then,” she uttered, her hand splayed against his chest and she focused on that. Had she looked up, Adrien was convinced she would have figured him out- would have discovered how hopelessly in love with her he actually was. “I guess I could stay. To make sure you’re ok.”

His hands slipped around her waist slowly, scared to move too fast and ruin whatever was building between them. Had breathing always been so difficult?

“Stay,” he whispered, leaning forwards until his forehead rested on hers.

“Ok,” she complied, and it was only then that he realised her fingers were in his hair. He closed his eyes, praying it wasn’t a dream, revelling in the perfect agony of her touch.

Stay,” his throat was tight and he pulled her closer, needing her and terrified by it.

“I will,” he heard her reply and he looked at her, felt her shiver as their eyes met- knew that he was trembling too.

Adrien wasn’t sure who kissed who first. It was all a blur, a culmination of years of repressed feelings. All he knew was that his lips were on her own, that he was kissing her and she was kissing him back. All he knew was that everything he’d ever wanted was a reality.

His dreams had nothing on this. His dreams never heard the way Ladybug gasped under his loving touches. His dreams never knew the way she’d wiggle whenever he kissed her a certain way, or how she’d cradle his face in her hands like he was just as precious to her as she was to him. His dreams could never understand how, once they came true, he would crave more like the selfish man he was.

And, most importantly, his dreams never let him wake up to a promise fulfilled, and a girl with freckles and eyes as blue as the sky lying next to him, still sleeping soundly. A girl he knew very well.



Credit to @edendaphne for the prompt! ^_^ thank you for saving me from my writers block!!! <3 I love  you girl!

Warning Sentence Starters

Change pronouns as necessary!

“I don’t trust them one bit.”
“You’re just going to get hurt.”
“They never had your best interest at heart.”
“You can’t see me anymore.”
“I’m not good for you.”
“They’re the worst decision you’ve ever made.”
“I know what they have planned, and it’s only going to hurt you.”
“They’re going to betray you.”
“You have to run. They’re looking for you.”
“They’ll always find you, no matter how far you go.”
“Why do you stay with them? All they do is hurt you over and over again.”
“If you keep this up, you’re going to regret it forever.”
“Just because you don’t see the problem doesn’t mean something isn’t wrong.”
“Do you have any idea how many secrets they’re keeping from you?”
“You’re in so much danger.”
“I’m telling you this because I care about you: run.”
“We’re leaving. Tonight. Only pack what you absolutely need.”
“I told you. I told you they would hurt you.”
“I have a bad feeling about them that I just can’t explain.”
“It’s not safe, being with me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t think I can stop myself.”
“There’s something I’ve been too afraid to tell you.”
“Listen, they’ve been talking; talking about you. I don’t think you’re safe.”
“I’ll explain everything, but we have to find someplace safe first.”
“We can’t talk here. Someone is listening.”
“I’m afraid of what could happen if you stay with them.”
“Don’t you remember what they did? Do you really think they’ve changed at all?”
“While you’re still with me, you’ll never be completely safe.”
“They’re not your friends. They only want to hurt you.”
“I’ve seen what they plan to do to you. It’s - it’s not good.”
“I trusted them once too. Don’t make the same mistake I did.”
“This isn’t a game. You could really get hurt!”
“If you care about your life in any way, you’ll listen to what I have to tell you.”
“Nothing is what it seems.”


♪ Be careful what you do, ‘cause God is watching your every move. Hold my hand in the dark street, for if you do I know that I’ll be safe. Even if I’m far away and alone, I can be sure that you’ll find me there. This I know. You draw me close for a while, so quiet. You tell me everything. If I forget what you say, then you come to me and tell me again. Yes you’d tell me once again. But what happens when I know it all? Then what should I do after that? What then? ♪