*whispers* no notes

by @birdnmouse

Rating: T

Prompts used: Synchronized

“Look at those two,” Eric whispered.

 Aaron looked ahead at the two leaders of Alexandria walking side by side, he with a rifle strapped across his back and she with her katana, leading their group through the woods to find this new Oceanside community Tara had told them about.

“What about them?” he whispered back seeing nothing of note.

“All matching in their grey and black,” Eric pointed out. “It wouldn’t be so cute if it was anyone else but them.”

“Oh, they’ve been doing that forever,” Aaron scoffed.

“Those awful uniforms Deanna, god rest her soul,” Eric added as he looked skyward, “made them wear shouldn’t be held against them.”

“No, when we first found them out on the road. They had that burnt sienna and brown thing going on, and we thought they were together then, remember?”

“Oh, you’re right,” Eric exclaimed in a hushed voice. “We were convinced they were a couple until that whole thing with Jes–”

“They wore brown and white for a while, too.”

Aaron and Eric looked back to see that the couple’s son had been right behind them this whole time, and clearly privy to their conversation.

“Carl,” Aaron said, completely mortified. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were there.”

“It’s cool,” he shrugged. “You wanna see something funny?”

The two men looked at each other, unsure of what to say, then back at the kid.

“Uh, sure,” Eric stammered.

Carl motioned for them to keep their eyes on his father and Michonne, and once they were, he put his plan in motion.

“Up ahead on your left,” he yelled.

In perfect unison, Rick and Michonne’s heads turned to the left as their right hands reached behind them to brace their weapons while angling their bodies in the direction of the oncoming danger. As they stood their, fully alert and ready to attack, Aaron and Eric glanced back at Carl he was looking quite proud of himself.

“What is it?” Rick called back after a few seconds with no action.

“Sorry, must have been a squirrel or something,” he apologized, trying to keep from cracking up.

Rick and Michonne eased their stances and dropped their hands from their weapons before turning forward again to continue on their path without missing a beat. All of this completely in sync, of course.

Aaron and Eric looked back at Carl with amazement and upon seeing his smirk, they couldn’t stifle their laughter. Rick and Michonne turned to look at the sound of snickering behind them.

“What’s so funny?” Michonne asked.

Aaron coughed to cover his laugh then cleared his throat. “Um, nothing,” he assured them.

They both squinted their eyes, disbelieving of the crew cutting up behind them, then exchanged a look before returning their attention to the path ahead.

“OK, clearly we have some work to do,” Eric whispered to his husband as he nodded toward the power couple to which Aaron nodded.

Simon: *peeks out from behind menu he’s not reading*

Baz: *glares*

Simon: *visibly blushing*

Baz: *narrows eyes*

Simon: “So, I was feeling… something… and I did… something…”

Baz: *places down menu in the restaurant they’re sitting at* *takes deep breath* “Simon… what did you d-”

~music starts playing… sexy violins… romantic stylz music~

Waiter #1: *brings giant bouquet of roses*

Waiter #2: *brings giant red velvet cake to the table, adorned with many a decorative, edible flower*

Waiter #3: *brings comically large valentines card over (even though it’s only half way through January)

Baz: *actual rabbit in the headlights*

Simon: *starts babbing* “So, that feeling I was feeling was love and I got carried away and gosh, I was just thinking about everything and things and then you! And then I asked these waiters to come over here and bring all this stuff and so *takes deep breath* Basilton Grimm-Pitch… will you be my valentine?

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Simon: *puppy-dog eyes, looking adorable*

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Waiters: *uncomfortable squirming*


Simon: “Still…”

Waiters: *still uncomfortable, now also confused puppies*

Baz: *resigned sigh* Yes, I will be your valentine

Simon: *fist pumps in the air* *whooping and holling with pure joy* *high five’s confused waiters*

Baz: *blushes* *hides behind his menu and secretly grins at his adorable amazing sunshine husband and thanks his lucky stars he’s married to the most wonderfully amazing goofball in the whole wide world*


oh my GOD

sense8 is fucking me UP holy SHIT

I mean, when the finale is called “You Want A War?” you know it’s going to be crazy.  But HOLY SHIT.

  • Crowley [shouting at the top of his lungs]: Aziraphale! AZIRAPHALE! Oh, for God - for Sat - for - for somebody's sake! This is my friend's shop!
  • Fireman: I'm sorry for your loss, sir.
  • Crowley [suddenly quieter, horrified]: You - found him?
Oh, Baby (Bucky x reader)

Word count:  1300

         “I was protecting you!” You shouted at Bucky, who was currently pacing the space of the jet. “You were surrounded by agents! What’d you expect me to do? Let you die?”

           “Yes Y/N!” He shouted back at you, turning towards you. “You were supposed to get back on this damn ship and save yourself! Now, look at you!” He pointed towards your bruised cheek.

           “I’d rather have a beat-up face than a dead boyfriend!”  You screamed back at him. Steve and Natasha were awkwardly sitting beside you, looking at each other. “You’re too proud, James. It’s not my fault that you needed help and were too pussy to admit it!”

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Aziraphale: *exists*

Crowley: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Invisible, Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~1950

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I visited my old school the other day. The hallways felt smaller, and all of my teachers looked older, the wrinkles in their skin just starting to appear. As I walked through the halls, passing the rooms I learned to read and write in, I didn’t feel like I was at home. It all looked familiar, but felt foreign. These desks were no longer mine to sit in, the secrets I whispered in the cafeteria during lunch were long gone. My artwork no longer hung on the bulletin boards, the combination to my locker had been changed over five times since I last used it. And when I sat on the bleachers in the gym, memories of laughing and crying and whispering secrets and passing notes all flooded my mind. Memories of friends, and boyfriends and girls with too much blush on all filled my mind. Only then did I realize home was never a place. The walls that you grow up in don’t plant themselves in your heart. The people within those walls, sitting next to you through it all, that’s home, they’re home.
—  Home was never a place // An Excerpt From a Book I’ll Never Write #14
morning glory.

word count: 850
pairing: hyungwon x reader
notes: fluff, modern au

“Seriously, cut that out, it’s getting creepy.” Chanykyun rolls his eyes, shoving another forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth. 

“Cut what out?” you snap back at him, focusing your attention back to the food on your plate. 

“Y/N… You’ve been staring at that guy since the moment we walked in,” he groans. “Trust me, you do this every single morning we’re here.” 

“Do not…” you protest, slightly ashamed that you’re caught. You peek back at the waiter across the room, who’s taking someone else’s order right now.

The sun rays from the glass panels of the dainty cafe and give him a heavenly glow. You admire his model-like features and feel your heart fluttering again. His slender body fit his uniform so well, and the white shirt highlight his rosy, plump lips. His dark brown hair looks so soft and fluffy, and you wonder how it would feel to touch it. He’s like a prince…

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