definitely going to sleep now

little spoon

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.

You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)  

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The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.

Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.

Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”

It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.

The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.

He can, however, afford half of it.

“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Stiles says.

“No,” Derek says at the same time.

Scott looks more concerned.

Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”

“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”

“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.

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anonymous asked:

I know it's only been a few hours but where is our cockles arm wrestling fic, with some witty banter and the winner gets a blowjob

“Babe, check Misha’s Twitter,” Danneel calls from the kitchen.

“I’m a little busy right now!” Jensen shouts back as he buttons a onesie over Arrow’s belly. 

“It’s really important!” Danneel argues.

Jensen rushes with Zeppelin’s diaper and onesie and then sets the twins in their cribs. They’re good sleepers, so they don’t require too much attention at bedtime. Still, Jensen sits close by while they fuss, and pulls out his phone. 

He scrolls aimlessly through Misha’s Twitter wondering what he’s supposed to be looking for when suddenly his thumb freezes right over a picture of his friend in a tight black t-shirt. Jensen immediately brings the phone closer to his face and zooms in on Misha’s chest. 

“Fuck,” he says under his breath.

His eyes nearly bug out of his head when he sees the video of Misha wrapped around a poll with his pecs popping. He just saw the guy a month ago, how could he have possibly gotten so jacked in that short of a time.

Once the twins are out cold, Jensen sneaks out of the room and finds Danneel and J.J. in the kitchen. He goes up behind Danneel and puts his hands on her hips.

“Did you know he looked like that?” he whispers in her ear.

“He told me he’s been working out a little more, but I guess he was underselling himself. Are the twins down?”

“Yeah, they’re good.” He pulls the baby monitor out of his back pocket and sets it on the counter. “I’m not gonna see him until San Diego.”

“Aw babe, I’m sorry. That’s a long time to wait before you get to squeeze those biceps.”

Jensen moves away from Danneel, leans back against the counter and watches J.J. filling in a coloring book at the kitchen table. 

“Oh my god, Jensen, we can have sex tonight if it’ll make you feel better.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m fine. I just–he just–he should’ve told me he was working out. It would’ve been nice to, you know, be prepared or whatever.”

Danneel bursts out laughing but quickly covers her mouth to keep quiet. Their house might be big, but the twins always wake up at the sound of their parents’ voices. 

“What’s funny, Mommy?” J.J. asks, turning around in her chair to look between the two of them.

“Nothing, sweetie, Daddy just made a funny joke. It’s almost time to get ready for bed, OK?”

“A month. A fucking month,” Jensen mutters under his breath.

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Alone - Part 5

Warnings; swearing, violence

Words; 1,368

A/N; the feelings and emotions in this chapter are alllllll over the place but bare with me i swear everything will make sense soon!!! Sorry for the late update, I’m hoping to get another chapter up tomorrow/today seeing as where I am it’s 1am. Thank you guys for reading, you don’t know how much it means to me 💕

“What do you mean because of you?” Steve growled.

The banging got louder and there was a cracking sound, you could tell the door was about to cave in.

You and Steve looked at each other and agreed without saying a word. You scrambled up and threw clothes on and grabbed your weapons, thankfully Steve always slept with his shield beside him. The front door crashed in and Bucky closed your bedroom door, locked it and grabbed the bed with his metal arm and threw it against the door. It bought you an extra minute. Which was good because you realized you couldn’t jump out the window with your injury.

"How-” You had started to ask how you were going to get down to the ground when a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into them. Glass smashed around you and a second later you landed on the ground, still wrapped in someone’s arms. You pulled back expecting Steve but it was Bucky’s face that stared back at you. Steve jumped down beside you and gave Bucky an annoyed look before looking around for danger. There were two men in black heading towards the three of you and Steve threw his shield, knocking them out.

“C'mon this way!” Bucky motioned for you and Steve to follow him, you took a step in his direction but Steve stopped you.

“If you’re the reason they’re here for (Y/n) then why should we trust you? What if you’re working for them and this is a trap?” Steve said accusingly.

The thought had never crossed your mind that Bucky could be working for Hydra, the more you thought about it the more his mood swings made sense. But could he really do that to you? Could your entire relationship be a lie?  

Bucky’s eyes pleaded with Steve. “Do you really think I could do that to you?” He looked between the two of you. “Either of you? I’ll explain but I need you to come now before those guys get down here.” He pointed up at the window where the men were looking down at you getting ready to jump.

Bucky ran and Steve picked you up and ran after him, you could hear the men running after you and soon after there were gun shots. Steve and Bucky dodged them easily, running down road after road until they finally lost them. Bucky looked around before opening a door to an abandoned warehouse.

In the office of the warehouse there was a desk and an old tattered couch, laying haphazardly on the ground were Bucky’s clothes.

“This is where you’ve been staying?” Steve asked sounding slightly upset.

“Can’t draw too much attention to myself, I have to stay as hidden as possible.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at you.

“Buck, what is happening?” You asked taking a step towards him and reaching out a hand but he quickly flinched away and looked at Steve. You stepped back and Steve wrapped his arm around you glaring right back at Bucky.

You were sick of them acting like children, actually you were sick of this entire thing! First Bucky leaves you to die, then seems to feel bad and jealous, then leaves again, then sends you flowers, then goes all sorts of fucking winter soldier crazy on you and says you should have died THEN shows up at the end of your bed demanding you follow him because there are men after you because of him! The whole situation was making your head hurt.

You stepped between the two man children and held up your arms. “I want some fucking answers and I want them now!” You turned to face Bucky your eyes cold as ice. “Why did you leave me to die? Why did you come find me and bring me flowers if you were just going to tell me I should be dead? Is our entire friendship a lie?” You didn’t want to feel upset because you should be so angry at him for what he said but a part of you couldn’t even believe he had said it. That wasn’t your Bucky, your Bucky would have never said anything like that to you. This you knew because the second the words came out of your mouth pure regret was evident on his face.

He looked you straight in the eyes and grabbed onto your shoulders as if that would drive the point in. “I swear to you (Y/n) I didn’t mean that at all, I don’t think that you should have died.” His voice broke. “I could never think that.”

You softened as his words and his sincerity but you couldn’t let up that easily. “Then what is really happening? And no more lies!”

He looked at Steve then looked at you, obviously thinking about his next words carefully. “All you need to know right now is that I did it to keep you safe.”

You pulled away from him frustrated. “I don’t understand why you can’t give me a straight answer!”

There was a loud explosion and you were thrown into a wall. Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurry. Strong arms grabbed you and you figured it was Steve or Bucky but they were being a little forceful. Your vision was returning and your ears were starting to hear properly and you realized the person that was dragging you through the warehouse was neither Bucky or Steve but a man with a Hydra emblem on their jacket. You tried to pull away put it made him grip harder. You could hear a commotion behind you and you were hoping it was one of the guys. There was a bang and the man dragging you dropped to the ground. You whipped around to see where the shot had come from. Bucky was standing there, gun in hand, looking pissed.

Someone came towards you but this time you were ready, you threw a punch to their gut and a knee in the face, successfully knocking them out.

“This way!” Bucky yelled. You and Steve quickly followed him leaving the lifeless bodies behind.

A few blocks away you found an abandoned car and hot wired it. Your plan was to drive as far away as possible as quickly as possible. You and Steve had decided not to involve the rest of the Avengers until you really knew what was happening with Bucky. You insisted on driving but both the men agreed on the fact that you needed sleep.

About an hour into the car ride no one had spoke and you had just started to drift off to sleep. Laying with your eyes closed trying to focus on sleeping you heard one of them clear their throats.

“Now that she’s asleep I think we should talk.” It was Steve.

Well this should be interesting, you definitely weren’t going to sleep now.

“About?” Bucky asked in a cold tone.

“Well you obviously care for her, in a weird twisted way where you leave her to die.” Bucky went to interrupt him but Steve kept talking. “I know, you’ll clarify later but that isn’t my point. I care about her too and I just want you to know whatever or whoever she chooses I just want her to be happy. I love her too much to get in the way of that.”

Your heart sped up at his proclamation and Bucky asked the words you were thinking. “You love her?”

You cracked your eyes a sliver to look at Steve, he knew you too well and must have known you weren’t actually asleep. He was staring right at you. “Yeah I do.” He smiled warmly and it made you feel gooey inside, but then Bucky grunted and it made you feel conflicted. You were really starting to develop feelings for Steve but how could you move on when you didn’t know what was going on with Bucky? When this car stopped, wherever you ended up you were going to demand answers and not stop pestering until you got them. And with that decision secured in your mind you drifted off to sleep.

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anonymous asked:

can you write a headcanon about liam comforting theo during a nightmare about hell please?

*So, I know I said I’d do headcanons, but I spent like an hour on attempting them and realized I suck, so I’m just going to write a full blown fic about it instead. :) *

Theo knew that coming back from hell was not going to be easy. His life was going to be different, no matter what he did. He knew he was going to face PTSD for probably the rest of his life, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

But for the first few months, it hadn’t affected him as much as he imagined. Yeah, he had the occasional nightmare, but he was able to wake up himself up during the somewhat rare event. And if he thought he wouldn’t be able to wake himself up, he just wouldn’t sleep at all.

Well, it had now officially been 72 hours since he had last slept, and he was the definition of exhausted.

If I go to sleep now, I most likely won’t wake up because of the extreme exhaustion… Theo thought to himself as he laid down on the mattress next to Liam’s bed.

He had been staying with Liam for a little over half of a year, sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Neither of them complained about him not moving into the guest room.

Theo decided to fight his instinct and went to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

It was about 1:00 in the morning, and Liam had yet to actually fall asleep. It was just one of those nights.

He was about to make yet another attempt to sleep, when he heard the small groans coming from the floor below.

Liam shrugged it off, thinking it was just Theo having a wet dream. But slowly the groans turned into whimpers and that’s when Liam began to worry.

He swung his feet over the side of his bed and kneeled down next to where Theo was asleep.

Theo was still whimpering and had the sheets clutched in his hands as tight as possible.

Liam knew if he didn’t wake him now, things would only get worse.

So that’s what he did.

“Theo… Theo!” Liam shook the older boy, gradually saying his name louder. He continued the process for a few more seconds before Theo’s eyes flew open.

He shot up quickly, frantically looking around the room as if something were coming to attack.

“…-eo! Theo! It’s me! It’s Liam!”

Theo turned to look at the boy with a still panicked eyes, calming down as Liam flashed his gentle yellow ones.


Liam nodded, taking on of Theo’s hands in his own.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Theo quickly turned his head away, his eyes burning at remembering his nightmare.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

Liam shook his head, putting a hand under Theo’s chin to force him to look up.

“You didn’t wake me. Do you, you know, wanna talk about it?” Liam said with a gentle tone, rubbing his thumb over Theo’s knuckles.

Theo put a hand on his own chest, making sure he could feel his heart beating.

He shook his head, mumbling something incoherently.

Liam shuffled over to the other side of the somewhat large mattress, lifting the covers and crawling in behind Theo.

He pushed the older boy down, wrapping an arm around his waist and sticking his nose into his hair.

“Why are you doing this?” Theo asked solemnly.

“Because you need it. It’s just me, Theo. You can let down your walls, you know I’m not going to hurt you. I know you’d do the same for me. You’re always so strong… so just this once, let me be strong for you.”

Theo turned in Liam’s arms, burying his face into the younger’s chest. He let a few tears escape, swallowing the sobs arising in his throat.

Liam shushed him, pulling him closer and rubbing his back soothingly.

“It’s all gonna be okay… we’re gonna do this together. One step at a time.”

And that’s what they would do. Take everything one step at a time.

Imagine waking up at around 4am to a phone call.

Blinking sleep from your eyes, you answer your phone quickly, concerned that someone is injured. Luckily, that’s not the case.

“Hey love,” Niall’s raspy voice cuts through your sleepiness, and you stare up at the ceiling, just listening to him. “Didn’t think you’d wake up. Just wanted to hear your voice, even if it was just a voicemail.”

That sent a pang through your heart. The two of you had specifically customized your voicemail box. That way, if he called and you didn’t answer, he would hear you, and vice versa. It’s the little things.

“Got me worried there for a second, Ni,” you whisper, eyes closing as you focus on the presence of your boyfriend on the phone. “No one calls really except for emergencies at 4am.”

Niall lets out a tired sigh. “I know, I’m sorry I worried ya. I really didn’t think ya would answer. Just…missin’ you a lot right now, is all.”

A heavy weight settles on your chest. “I’m missing you too, baby.” He must have just gotten back from a show or something. This tour had been harder on both of you. “More than you know.”

A weary chuckle sounds on the line. “Can’t wait to get home to ya. Just gonna let in bed with ya allllllllll day.”

A smile lifts your own tired lips. “Sounds like a perfect plan.”

It’s quiet, until Niall brokenly whispers your name. “Fuck, baby, I miss ya so much. I don’t know how much more I can take bein’ without ya.” Niall isn’t really a crier, but he sounds close; his breaths are heavy and a bit sporadic, his voice is thick.

It breaks your fucking heart. “Maybe this weekend I can come see you wherever you are for a few days. Fly out Friday evening, take Monday off.” You rarely take work off, but you’re willing to here. It’s obvious he needs you.

“Would ya…would ya really? I know ya don’t like to skip work-”

“Niall. You’re worth it.”

There’s a sort of breathless silence on the line, before a tired, elated giggle breaks out. “Okay, okay. I’ll fly ya out darlin’, this weekend, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You agree softly. It doesn’t matter that you have to go to work in about three hours. It doesn’t matter that you’re exhausted, having just been abruptly woken from a deep sleep. What matters is that Niall is happy, and you’re together. “Yeah, babe, I’ll be coming for you.”

His cheeky response: “sounds like a deal, darlin’.”

You nearly hang up on him then and there. Niall’s a child like that. “Shut up,” you mumble to him, rolling your eyes even though he can’t see it.

Niall laughs again, so it’s worth it. Now that you have plans, he’s at ease, like a weight has been lifted off of him. One definitely has lifted from you. “I’ll let ya go back to sleep now, darlin’. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Niall. I love you.”

“You mean you haven’t dated anyone yet? Not even one guy at your school has caught your eye?”

“Nah I’m good.”

Me internally: “One, thanks for assuming I like guys, or anyone for that matter, in that way, and two, I can barely commit to 30 days of drawing the simplest shit what makes you think I can commit to a relationship look at this shit it’s day 7 and I’m already behind a day, AGAIN, and I’m probably gonna miss today’s prompt too because I’m too tired to even think of ideas for it I don’t know what I’m gonna do for ‘sword’ what the fuck do I do with that?? ‘sword’?????  draw a swordfish? oh maybe I should. who the fuck came up with that word? sword. s-w-o-r-d. swooooooord. suh-wooooorhd. it sounds weirder every time you say it what’s up with that

The Second Chance - W.D.W

series: the second chance - prologue {part two}

(1,463 words)

A/N: This is my first imagine, and I will admit that I was a bit hesitant to post it due to the serious themes it deals with, but I like how it turned out!

warnings: angst, death

The winter air was slick with mist, parting like a curtain as the white van veered around the sharp corners and sudden bends in the gravel road before it. 

In the absence of daylight, it was difficult to see more than three feet away due to the overhanging fog. Yet here they were, the Why Don’t We boys sitting together in drowsy ecstasy as the old vehicle closed in on their next tour destination.

Corbyn wistfully gazed out of his window into the canyon right beside the narrow road, propping his elbow on the door beside him so he wouldn’t bang his head on the glass, should he fall asleep.

After all, it was 2am, and the buzz of last night’s show was beginning to wear off.

He knew that he should’ve been sleeping right at this moment as his bandmates were, but the dark sky filled him with a jarring sense of alertness.

Ripping his focus from the chasm, he flashed a quick look around his surroundings to see Daniel tucked away at the very back, humming softly to himself. Corbyn reached over to him, gently tugging Daniel’s arm.

“Daniel? Are you awake?” he whispered. His friend straightened up in response, nodding in reply.

“Yeah, I’m awake.” Daniel yawned.

“Oh, I was just thinking, like aren’t we lucky to have all this? I mean, we’re not even 20 and yet we get to do things most kids only dream of, and it’s crazy, you know? I honestly don’t know how to take it all in.”

“So this is why you couldn’t sleep?” Daniel answered, smiling as Corbyn rolled his eyes.

“Hey, 2am is the time when everyone gets sappy and deep and emotional, okay? Especially me.” Corbyn retorted, earning a quiet chuckle from his tired friend-turned-brother.

“I know, I know. I was thinking the same thing, actually,” said Daniel, letting his eyes wander back to the stars. “I guess 2am really does have that nostalgic effect on people.”

“Well, at this rate, we’re going to be barely alive in the morning.” Corbyn sighed.

“That’s why such a thing as coffee exists.” Daniel grinned, pulling his blanket up.

“That’s if Jonah hasn’t drunk it all!” Corbyn exclaimed, accidentally causing Jonah to stir.

“That’s if I haven’t what?” asked a newly awake Jonah, voice still groggy from sleep.

“Sorry, bro. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Corbyn apologized, Jonah promptly shrugging it off.

“It’s okay. Now, you better not have been gossiping about me, Corbyn.”

“Nah, he was just saying that you’ve probably drunk all the coffee.” Daniel replied. That cracked them up, including their driver, Zoe.

“He’s not wrong,” Jonah smirked. “But I’m definitely not going back to sleep now, thanks to you two.”

The sudden jolt of the van swerving to the right broke the conversation, the three of them whipping towards the front of the vehicle.

“What was that?” they questioned, their driver remaining silent.

Corbyn looked outside again, the heavy fog now completely obscuring the view.

“Jeez, look at this fog! I can’t see a thing!”

Jonah leaned over and shook Jack and Zach awake, the two of them stretching as Daniel also stared out his window. Zoe finally answered.

“Boys, I’m having a bit of trouble seeing through this fog! I don’t think we’ll make it much further.”

Another sharp jolt was followed by what sounded like metal scraping against metal. Something had broken.

“That’s it!” she yelled, pulling out the key and stopping the van. It was far too dangerous to keep going, this was the most rational thing to do.

The fog was far too thick to drive through, they’d have to wait until it cleared up enough for them to continue.

A collective sigh of relief rippled across the group, who were now fully awake and slightly worried.

Of course, they had to be stuck on a one lane road in the middle of nowhere. What would happen if someone needed to pass them? What were they going to say to everyone waiting for them over in the city? There was no service or anything. They were literally off-the-grid.

As if things could get any worse, a huge wave of torrential rain began to pour and pour and pour down so hard that Corbyn could swear the droplets were leaving dents on the roof.

It was almost if someone or something wanted them harmed.

“Alright, who here has a death wish?!” Jack shouted, gesturing towards the ongoing storm.

“I do.”

Chills ran down Corbyn’s spine. No one dared to talk. It became so quiet you could literally hear a pin drop.

That voice. That deep, baritone voice belonged to no one sitting in their vehicle. There was nobody else out here except Zoe. So, who was it?

It spoke again. Slowly, words clear as a summer’s day.

“Your time here on Earth - is up.”

Out of nowhere, a tall, cloaked figure with a scythe in one hand materialized beside the five terrified boys.

Zach released a blood-curdling scream, being immediately silenced by the faceless man.

“Mr. Herron, there is no need to fear me. I am The Keeper of Time, otherwise known as Death. You all are coming with me.”

“You’re… Death?” Jack timidly asked.

“You assume correctly.”

“Wait, how is the rain staying in midair?!” said Daniel. Death chuckled in response.

“To answer your question, Mr. Seavey, I’ve merely paused time. I will reset it once we leave. Now, any more inquiries, gents?”

“Where are we going?”

“What is happening?”

“Why are you here?”

Multiple questions were thrown at the dark being.

“Ah, you’re an inquisitive group, I see.” Death remarked. “Good thing we have all the time we need. You five -” he paused to pull out a glowing scroll, “Jonah Marais Roth Franzvitch, Jack Robert Avery, Daniel James Seavey, Zachary Dean Herron, and Corbyn Matthew Besson - you are going to die in less than five minutes. A truck is going to collide with your vehicle, causing it to fall into the canyon, resulting in your deaths. I, the Keeper of Time, am here to escort your souls to the Realm of the Dead. That is why I stand here before you.”

Each of the boys began to weep bitterly as Death solemnly motioned for them to follow his lead.

In ugly tears, they found themselves shredding their clothes in sorrow as they trudged away from the van. They were now ghosts. Homeless souls.

Corbyn caught a glimpse of a pair of headlights coming towards the cursed vehicle as he dragged his feet forward. Death hadn’t lied to them.

In fact, everyone mutely watched as the rogue truck sent the van hurtling over the cliff, the boys falling to their end at the bottom. Zoe had already been taken by Death beforehand, as she’d died in the crash.

This was all real. This wasn’t some sick, twisted nightmare. It was the stark reality, and Corbyn found it hard to swallow. Jack never said another word, let alone breathed. Zach was still drowning himself in hot tears as Jonah tried to console him. Daniel was incoherently singing, red eyes once so blue & bright now dull with the blade of death.

Their lives had ended too soon.

Why else would’ve life allowed them to have so much so quickly? There was no reason other than they were never meant to reach adulthood.

Half an hour passed and The Keeper of Time abruptly disappeared for a moment, leaving a burst of blinding light and black feathers in his wake. But he returned just as fast as he’d left, now holding a gold stopwatch in his large, pale hand.

He immediately turned to face Corbyn and the boys, opening the watch with a flick of his long fingers.

“Gents, it seems there has been a change of plans regarding your passage to the Realm of the Dead. Your appointments have been postponed.” The figure stopped as if to wait for someone to say something but then continued. “I am returning you to the land of the living as of now, for the High Council have decided to grant you all The Second Chance. Must I tell you, each of you will awake with an entirely new identity that you will eventually learn to adjust to. It is for your own good. Farewell, gentlemen. We will meet again someday.”

With a fluid motion, he reset the watch, a high-pitched drone echoing from the ends of the earth.

Ticking like a clock, the ringing intensified every second until it was so deafeningly loud that Corbyn fell woozy, seeing stars spinning around his head.

One by one, his friends collapsed onto the gravel.

He caught three last words before he himself fainted.

“This is irreversible.”

Then everything went black.

part two is now released.  thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed it!

Okay but like are people who don’t stan mx okay? Like I legit couldn’t imagine my life without them at this point and I really would rather not try to imagine that. I just love monsta x so much, I know that when things are crap I can put some headphones on and there they are whether it’s their music or random videos of theirs and I’ve made some lovely friends from being a monbebe too. I hope I one day get to thank them and tell them how much I apreciate them; I’d give them the whole universe if I could

adelindschade  asked:

If you're feeling up to it.... request? Cherry on top? Girls night at a cabin (Caroline, Bonnie, Katherine, and Rebekah) retreat and the boys interrupt the evening festivities. Which sucks because now they are all stuck inside a one bedroom cabin + pull out couch during a blizzard. Whatever shenanigans ensue is totally up to you! :)

I am so freaking sorry, for one taking so long, and two for…wtv this is. I didn’t know how to go about it, but I needed to just write something and post it, or I’d go insane, so this came out and it looks half-assed and bad and I don’t like it, and you’ll probably be disappointed (lord knows you deserve better) but at least I did it…? My advice to you, is send this prompt to a better writer haha But I hope you’ll manage to like some of it? Thanks for sending me this prompt tho!!


Girl’s Retreat Gone Wrong

The cabin was warm and peaceful, - the fireplace mesmerizing if you looked into it for too long - while outside the snow started falling fiercely and relentlessly. It only made the room that much more comfortable. So far none of them were fighting - well, they weren’t physically fighting at least - but instead were drinking and somehow enjoying each other’s company.

“We should play never have I ever.” Katherine suggested, sipping on her vodka.

“You and Rebekah have probably done everything, how would that be any fun for you?” Bonnie asked confused.

“I assume the fun part would be that we’d get to drink every time and find out some of your secrets. Not that I enjoy understanding how Katherine’s brain works.”

“Oh Rebekah, I’m honored, you truly know me so well. Maybe later I’ll get to know you better too.” Katherine flirted, licking her lips in anticipation, and in return getting a dirty glare from Rebekah.

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a mental illness morning feat. superstars: depression and anxiety

depression: getting out of bed? no. too much.

anxiety: if you stay in bed you’re a failure and I’ll give you a panic attack hahahaahaha

depression: kk do it but I won’t be awake for it, literally don’t care, going back to sleep

anxiety: remember that thing you didn’t do lol well you’re definitely not doing it now, unproductive

depression: wow okay definitely going back to sleep, you’re too much to handle


anonymous asked:

im so happy 4 you!! that people are helping you with donations ❤️ u deserve it 💕 do u get to know who sends you donations? Once I asked for help on tumblr cause I started living alone, and I needed money and got some donations but never found out who helped me and it made me sad cause I wanted to thank those people :/

i do get their names with the donations! I would send them emails, but I don’t know if they’d prefer me acting like I don’t know their real names?

The Smile I Fell For

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader
: Fluff
Length: 1.4k
Summary: You work part time at a café near your school. There’s a boy that you’ve realized is a regular and happens to be in your school too.


“Can I get one small coffee please?”

You recognized that face by now. It looks familiar but you can’t quite put your finger in it. He came almost every day, sometimes with his friends but most of the time alone. He always sat in the same place and played on his phone or his laptop.

“Your total is $3.50.”

You can feel his stare when you hand him his change but it’s not on your face.

“Thank you.”

‘He’s kinda cute. And it looks like he’s wearing the same school uniform as I do.’

“Hey, uh Y/N, you’re in my class right?”

“What? H-How do you know my name?” You know you’ve never spoken to him so how could he know?

He points at your chest.

“Your name tag.”

“Oh right. Yeah….”

“My name is Taehyung by the way. We’ve been in the same class for 3 years now.” He announces that proudly

‘3 years? How could I not notice him?’

You hear a voice calling for you, “Y/N! You can take your break now!”

“Okay!” You call back.

Taehyung looks at you. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. When he sees you walking out from behind the counter he quickly says, “Do you want to have coffee with me?”

You have no reason to say no so you quickly nod your head and get a coffee yourself.

The two of you sit down in his usual spot and awkwardly sip on your coffee.

“So Y/N. I have a question about the project we’re supposed to do. Can I ask you?”

“Uh sure. I’m not really smart or anything though, just saying.”

He lightly chuckles.

“You? Not smart? You’re the smartest person in all our classes.”

'Me? I don’t think so but….’

“Well anyway Y/N, I’m just confused about the entire project in general. Can you explain it to me?”

You don’t mind explaining to him but you can tell your cheeks were turning red because he keeps smiling at you with his boxy smile.

'How could I not notice someone so cute.’

Your break ends just as you finish up your explanation.

“Do you understand now, Taehyung?”

“Oh yeah! Thanks Y/N! ”

“Well, my break is over now but if you have anymore questions you can ask me.”

His smile drops when he sees you getting up to leave.

'Is he sad that I’m leaving?’

“Um. Y/N? Can I get your num-”

Taehyung is interrupted by the manager.

“Y/N. Can you cover the front? Something came up.” You hear as the manager say as she runs out the store with her coat half on.

You turn to Taehyung. He’s looking at you with puppy eyes.

'What was he saying again? Sounds like he still had a question’

“Taehyung. Uh. Hold on.”

You quickly scribble something on a napkin and pass it to him. And hurriedly jog to the cash register where a couple was waiting.

Taehyung looks at the napkin you put in his hand. He sees some numbers neatly written on it. With his eyes wide open, he looks at you but you’re busy putting in orders.

You look around the cafe but don’t see Taehyung anymore.

'He must have left’

About 30 minutes later, your shift is over and you head for the door. When you step outside you see Taehyung sitting on the bench right outside.

'He’s probably waiting for someone so I’ll keep walking’


You turn around and see Taehyung jogging towards you.

“Y/N, didn’t you see me there?”

“Oh. Taehyung, I did but I thought you were waiting for someone and didn’t want to disturb you.”

He tilts his head back and laughs.

“I was waiting for you.”

“You were? Why didn’t you wait inside? It’s pretty chilly today.”

“I already finished my coffee so I didn’t want to get in the way. I wanted to walk you home. It’s getting dark.”

“Oh no Taehyung you don’t have to!”

He pats you in the head and pulls you closer to him.

“Come on Y/N. I’m trying to be cool and manly. Let’s go!”

You end up letting him walk you home because you did feel safer walking back with a man.

On the way home you two talk about your classes, movies, and hobbies. As you talk to him you remember who he was. Kim Taehyung, the kid that always sat in the back with his friends. He was part of the rowdy group of kids you never bothered to pay attention to but he didn’t seem rude like the others. He definitely didn’t used to be so tall and good looking.

'Man, did puberty hit him like a truck’

Before you know it you arrive at your house. For some reason you feel sad to say bye. You stop at your front and look up at Taehyung.

“Y/N? Is something wrong?”

'I want to see him for some reason.’

“Hm? It’s nothing. You’re coming to the cafe tomorrow right?”

“Yep. I’ll try to go everyday.” he says with his boxy smile.

“And make sure you talk to me in school too.” Your face gets a little hot.

He pats you on the head which you find strangely comforting.

“I’ll definitely come talk to you tomorrow. Go in now. It’s late.”

You hesitantly walk in your house before quickly rushing out and call after Taehyung.


He spins around immediately almost as if he was waiting for you to call after him. He looks straight at you, his eyes wide open with curiosity.

“Um. You know that napkin?” Your voice is quiet.

“What?” He walks up to you. “I can’t hear you.” He has the smile again.

“The napkin…. Even if you don’t have questions about the project you can call or text me. Like if you just want someone to talk to.” You can feel how red your cheeks are.

“Y/N, are you okay? Your face is red.”

“It’s nothing. I just like talking to you… Taehyung-ah. It seems like I really like you.” You look him in the eyes.

His cute boxy smile is gone. And that worries you.

'Oh no. I shouldn’t have said that! We just met today. Ugh how could I?!’

He puts both hands on your shoulders and leans towards you. When you see him closer you notice that he’s blushing pretty hard too.

“Actually Y/N, I know this can sound really creepy but I have noticed you for three years. And I always kinda liked you but was scared to talk to you. I don’t know how I did it today but I was really happy when you said you would have coffee.”

Its your turn to say something but you don’t know what to say. He liked me?

“It’s okay Y/N, you don’t have to say anything.”

You look down in embarrassment.
Taehyung lightly lifts your head with his hands and holds it so you look him in the eyes.

Before you can react he slowly leaned in and placed his lips on yours.
He stops to look at you for a second but goes back in for another kiss. This time you close your eyes and lean into the kiss, savoring his taste. He has one arm around your waist and one hand holding the back of your head. You didn’t notice but both your arms had made its way to Taehyung’s back.

You don’t know how much time passes but when the both of you pull away from each other, your lips feel swollen.

He licks his lips which makes you just barely hold yourself back from kissing him again.

You look down at your feet and so does Taehyung.

“Well this is awkward….”

A smile creeps on your lips and you start laughing.

When you look up, you see that boxy smile that probably made you fall for him.

He pats your head and says “Y/N. You should go in now.”

“Make sure you come to the cafe everyday. I finally found something fun to do on my break.”

“I’ll definitely come tomorrow. Now go in Y/N, you need your sleep.”

You kiss him one last time and run inside. It’s gotten quite cold.

That night, when you turned off your lights, layed on your bed, and closed your eyes all you could see was Taehyung kissing you.

'Need sleep, my butt. How am I supposed to sleep when all I can think of is him.’

I wanted to make this a one shot so it’s a little open ended. I’ll leave the rest to your creative minds. Thank you for reading this! And if you have any requests feel free to leave an ask! C:

anonymous asked:

Kyoya and the reader. "Your problems are none of my concern." Thanks you! ❤️❤️

( Angst Me No More — Ask Meme )

“Your problems are none of my concern.”

pairing: Kyoya x Reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1934 words

insp: “Say Something” — A Great Big World

“Mm. I understand. It’s okay.” You spoke to your phone, fingers clutching the hem of your polo shirt. You hung up, and sighed.

Even on our anniversary..

Looking around the restaurant, you felt that pang of loneliness when you saw the other couples eating together, holding hands and laughing.

Might as well eat here. You ordered your favorite pasta, and ignored the depressing thought in the back of your minds as you stared at the empty chair across from you. 

You had been signing the receipt when the waitress spoke to you. “Excuse me, Customer-san, but may I ask something?” She shyly looked at you.

“Yes, sure. What is it?” You replied.

“Did your date..” She gestured at the empty chair. Your eyes followed her hand, and you shook your head.

“No, my boyfriend’s too busy..” You grin up at her again. She gave you a look of sympathy, one you were all too familiar with, from the other waitresses in other restaurants you had spent dinner all alone in.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. You just looked really sad.” She apologized once more. 

“No. It’s okay.” You smiled, and got up.

What’s even sadder is I’m getting used to it.

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Kakasaku Mermaid-AU: Salt Skin Ch. 1

Title: Salt Skin*
Summary: In all her years at sea, Sakura had thought she’d finally seen everything. She is dead wrong. “Kakashi, what have you done?”

*Set in the year-long gap in “Holy Grail.”

Mermaid AU Masterpost

A/N: This is the first story that I’ve worked on consistently since high school, but also since starting my medication last year. I’d forgotten how much work it was to write a bit everyday, but it’s been so gratifying to watch my writing improve like it used to. This chapter is heavily inspired by the Moana soundtrack (which is fantastic and everyone should go watch the movie and cry with me), and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Dedicated to @youkaiyume for all her lovely support and patience with me as I slowly churn out Mermaid!AU for her. Check out her art/blog if you don’t already follow her because dude, you’re hella missing out.

Chapter 1

Years away from civilian life, Sakura can still remember the routine that would fall on her village when the sun went down. It doesn’t take much to remember how the streets would empty as children were called in for dinner and entire families were shut up in cottages. The hearth would glow through the window of every house, and she remembers how she thought they looked like fireflies. Her mother would scold her for staying up past her bedtime, and she remembers how she would wait until her parents were both asleep before slipping to the window, watching the lights extinguish one by one through the night. When the last glow of her neighbor’s candle finally slipped away, she would finally slip back into bed and see the ghosts of fireflies on her ceiling before finally going to sleep.

There is no such thing on her boat though. The last lanterns have long been turned down for the night, and while the memories can still be fresh in her head, she is still miles away from the warm glow of a firefly hearth. At this late hour, there is only the moonlight that streams through a porthole in her room, silvery, stark, and cold on the dark wood floor.

She stares up at the roof of her cabin and rakes her eyes over the grain of the boards for the twenty-seventh time. It is late–much too late for her to be awake at this hour. Her crew is fast asleep and the candle has long since burnt into oblivion on her desk. She has been staring up into the darkness for hours now, unable to sleep. The smell of smoke still curls up from a thick pool of wax, and against the gentle lap of waves against the hull, her eyes slam violently into their object of fixation again and again.

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