go to sleep things will be better in the morning

female-overlord-3  asked:

I SAW A SNIPPET COULD I HAVE A SNIPPET DARLING CAUSE DEALING WITH A PLUMBING PROBLEM AND ALONE AT HOME IS NOT FUN (its fixed now but still not fun)

For you, darling? Anything <3

Paparazzi Chapter 23 snippet #2:

Afterward, he texted Magnus a quick “you looked good” before attempting to sleep. He was meeting Lydia at the gym first thing in the morning and they had a charity event that night they were going to.

Lying in bed, Alec looked over as his phone buzzed.

Glittery Bane of my Existence: “good” that’s the best you’ve got?

Alec rolled his eyes, replying quickly.

Light(wood) of my life: you looked hot. Better?

Glittery Bane of my Existence: yes.


Hope this makes your day a little better or at least makes you smile! ;)

P.S. The chapter should be up tomorrow night (finally!)! <3<3<3

Hogwarts House Study Moods
  • The Gryffindor: group quizzes and jeopardy and flashcards, interacts with material whenever possible so they make models for chem and draw out maps for history and act out Shakespeare, studies in some friend's room a bit too loud to actually be focusing, highlights bc it's the quickest, pomodoros involve longer time divisions, always in OH listening to others' questions, forgets to eat and then they all order pizza followed by a Taco Bell run in the wee hours of the morn when they're hungry again
  • The Hufflepuff: learns by teaching others, has to study in advance bc they know others are going to ask for help during exam weeks, secretly procrastinates by planning for everything in their bujos, washi tape tabs, fruity non-caf teas and herbal teas to relax or sleep or to settle nerves, has gel pens in every possible color, draws the neatest diagrams, can't prioritize so studies everything, uses that essential oil trick to remember things better by smell association, focuses best with dubstep
  • The Ravenclaw: notes, notes, and notes, mind maps to connect ideas no matter how unrelated they seem, solo studying in their rooms, green tea, classical music in the background, gets led off track focusing on details that have never been mentioned in class, will die for graph paper, accidentally pulls all-nighters bc they're so obsessed with understanding every single thing inside and out, color codes with basic colors nothing fancy, eats a bunch of toast and cereal bc they don't want to waste time
  • The Slytherin: practices old tests and gets extra material from others who have taken the class, motivated by watching others study so they're always at the library during finals or at dark and quiet cafes, the night owl-iest of the bunch, iced cold brews no matter the weather, makes comprehensive study guides that cover all testable points, does nothing all term but kicks into high gear a week and a half before any exam, owns a billion black pens and has an opinion about each of them, listens to indie alt
Tips To Surviving Band Camp

Hey everyone! So as the school year is coming to an end, marching season is beginning. This of course means band camp! Whether you’re a rookie or a returner, it’s always nice to know what you’re getting into and have some reminders.

1. WATER! Drink LOTS of water! This is probably the most important thing. Stay hydrated, drink water every chance you get, because you’re going to be out in the hot sun on the turf all day. Most people bring those big water jugs, make sure you drink AT LEAST one of those in a day, two would be even better. Drink a lot at night too so you’re hydrated in the morning too. 

2. Sleep! You’re gonna be exhausted at the end of each day, so make sure you take care of yourself and get the sleep you need to stay healthy during camp. I know I went to my drum major’s house and fell asleep during dinner break last year XD You want to have the energy you need, which is gonna be a lot, so don’t be staying up till 1 or 2 am watching netflix if you know you have vis block at 7 am.

3. For my trans and nonbinary friends, DO NOT bind during band camp! Trust me, I am in the same boat with this one. As much as I know you want to pass, it’s not safe or healthy to bind in those conditions. You’ll restrict your breathing at a time when it matters most. I know it’s gonna suck, but your health and safety is more important.

4. Don’t blow your chops out! Sometimes you really wanna practice, or over practice, but trust me if this happens you won’t be helping yourself. You wanna be able to come to camp every day ready to play your best, and you won’t be able to do that if you over played the day before. Know you’re limits and recovery time, especially for all you lead trumpets.

5. Eat. Whether you’re in drum corps or a high school band, you all need to eat. This goes along with sleep and water, but you need the energy. If you go jazz running around the field in 100 degrees whether with no food in your stomach, you’re gonna throw up or pass out. Stay healthy and take care of your body and make sure you’re getting the nutrients and protein your body needs for an activity like this.

6. When it comes to health and safety, just know your limits. If you’re not feeling great, sit out. You director will understand. Your health always comes first. And if something doesn’t feel right, don’t be afraid to tell someone. Also, I know a lot of people have injuries. Make sure you don’t push those. Wear the knee brace or the elbow brace, wrap your ankle, do whatever you can to help yourself and sit out if it hurts. Don’t push yourself too far.

7. Now that the health and safety stuff has been addressed, social interaction! A lot of you rookies may go in not knowing people, and I understand how scary that can be. Take it from someone who couldn’t even talk to the two girls marching next to me for the entirety of band camp, it’s so much better if you just talk to them. Talk to other freshmen, talk to your section leaders and drum majors, talk to the upperclassmen! We want to get to know you too, and we know it’s hard at first. Band camp is the beginning of a great journey and you’ll make so many friends, you have nothing to be worried about.

8. DON’T LOSE YOUR DOT SHEETS OR MUSIC!!! Seriously. If you lose them, we have to go to the band room and make copies, then you’re behind because you didn’t have all the materials. It makes it easier on everyone if you keep track of everything. It’s also good to show that you’re responsible.

9. Listen to your techs, section leaders, and drum majors. They know what they’re talking and they were put into their positions for a reason. If they tell you you need to fix something or to stop messing around, listen. They’re doing what’s best for you and the band. You learn so much from them too, take every opportunity you get when they give you tips for improvement.

10. HAVE FUN! Like I said earlier, band camp is just the beginning. Do things with your friends! Go out for lunch or dinner together, get to know everyone, have a little fun with your rehearsals. A lot of schools do games at band camp and get into it! It’s so fun to just relax and goof around with people. Do things with your section, talk to people. Just have a good time! These people are gonna become your family and give you an amazing experience.

Bonus (11). A lot of people are reblogging this and adding SUNSCREEN! I cant believe I forgot that haha but yes! Sunscreen is super important! Even if you don’t burn easily, wear it! Reapply every 1-2 hours if I’m being honest. Getting burned sucks!

princebishi  asked:

I dunno, it's 2:30am here and maybe this is a bad idea but I can't sleep so hell I'll send a message. Hi Wil Wheaton, what's a depressed guy to do when he needs to apply to jobs but is scared that he can't handle the rejections that will happen, or the inevitable chipping away of his self esteem, that is only made worse by being trans and not passing very well. (I know you can't help with that last part, but again, it's 2:30am, and my brain is not working very well.)

I can’t help you with that last part, but I want you to know that I see you and I love you for who you are. My friend, Robyn, is the co-founder of mytranshealth, and maybe that’s a good starting point to connect with a support network? I’m so sorry if it’s massively inappropriate for me to suggest that. 

But the first part? Maybe I can help a little bit? Being rejected sucks, and it hurts. In my life and work (I’ve tried and not always succeeded to separate the two) I’ve worked very hard to remind myself that it’s never personal when I don’t get a job. It sure feels like it, though, and getting up to try again after I’ve been rejected is always hard.

In The Nerdist Way, Hardwick tells us that our brains try to protect us, and they try to stop us from taking chances because if we don’t take the chance, we can’t be disappointed or hurt. Our brains are trying to do us a kindness, but they actually aren’t helping, so we have to make the deliberate choice to tell our brains to back off and take care of other stuff.

That is so much easier said than done, but the only way we can get used to it is by practicing it.

Also, 2:30 in the morning is one of those parts of the day when everything feels much worse or much better than it actually is. I’ve reblogged a thing here a few times that reminds us to go for a walk, to get into a change of clothes, to eat a good meal, to do things that we maybe aren’t doing, because doing those things breaks the cycle of depression. You can’t do that at 2:30 in the morning, really, but if you feel like you’re not going to go to sleep anyway, maybe take a nice hot shower? Make a cup of tea and sit down with a book you like, or an episode of a show that you like? I’ve been listening to audiobooks on Spotify when I need my brain to fuck off and let me sleep. I’ve heard the first chapter of The Metamorphosis for like five days in a row, and that guy’s voice is great at soothing me to sleep. The recordings come from LibreVox, so maybe you can find something there?

I feel like I’m not being as helpful as I’d like to be. I want to reveal a great secret that makes it all so much easier, but the truth is that everything worth doing is hard, and You from the Future will be so grateful to You From Now because You From Now faced the fear and accepted the challenge of risking the rejection so you could find employment for Future You.

I really hope some of this helps. Maybe someone else on Tumblr has better words of comfort or wisdom to share? I’d love it if you’d check in with me, and let me know how you’re doing, whenever you’re ready.

how to survive final exams

an informational masterpost by @briellestudies

study tips

- you remember material better if you physically interact with it as opposed to just scanning it over with your eyes

  • instead of merely reading a page of notes, go through it with a pen/highlighter in your hand. underline/circle/annotate things as you review the material

- make a study schedule. include which days you want to study for each subject, deadlines (e.g. “finish essay by tuesday”, “study guide for physics should be done today”), any study sessions you might have with others, and time for sleep

  • finals season often overwhelms students because of the sheer amount of work facing them. by breaking things down into a schedule and focusing on smaller portions of work day-by-day, things appear much more manageable

- use mnemonic devices to help you remember things (when applicable)

  • i like to use them for memorizing groups/orders of things - for example, when i took a class on dinosaurs, i had a lot of trouble keeping the paleozoic/mesozoic/cenozoic and triassic/jurassic/cretaceous orders straight until i realized that both were in reverse-alphabetical order

- different study methods work better for different classes

  • flashcards are best for classes where you have to memorize lots of information (without providing further explanation), e.g. introductory psychology
  • mind maps are good for organizing thoughts and seeing how ideas fit together, e.g. english and literature classes
  • practice problems/practice tests are usually the best way to prepare for STEM classes, e.g. math and chemistry 

optimizing your performance/productivity

- try to get some sleep. try.

  • you probably won’t be getting your full 7-8 hours during finals season. fine. completely understandable. but a couple hours here and there throughout the day will do wonders. your brain doesn’t work at optimum levels when you’re sleep-deprived, so while you may not have time for solid 8-hour blocks of sleep, it’s in your best interests to get 1-2 hour powers naps in when you can. aim for at least 4-6 hours of total sleep time per day

- finals week is not the time for junk food. if you’re going to push your body to its physical and mental limit (as so many of us do), you’d better make damn sure you’re at least giving it the best possible fuel to run on

- you should be aware of your study habits by finals season. take them into account and use them to your advantage

  • more productive in the morning? set an early alarm and get yo ass up
  • procrastinate a lot? bitch me too!! it’s not necessarily a bad thing - some people do their best work under time pressure. try this thing i like to call “productive procrastination”: if you wanna procrastinate on something, do so by working on another assignment/studying for another class. this way, you fulfill your desire to procrastinate but you’re still being productive and not completely fucking yourself over
  • more productive when working with others? try to organize study sessions (or you’re the opposite like me and prefer to study alone, don’t feel guilty about declining requests to work with friends/classmates)

- there’s an app called “self control” that blacklists or whitelists websites for a given amount of time (that you set yourself). it forces you to stay focused if you can’t help but peek on social media sites every so often when working on your laptop

- prioritize! know which finals will require the most effort on your part and plan accordingly

  • give more priority to finals that are worth a higher percentage of your overall grade
  • calculate the minimum score you need on the final that’ll still get you the overall grade you’re aiming for - generally, you should be spending more study time on finals that you’ll need a higher grade on

test taking tips

- if you finish with extra time, go through your test again and attempt to answer every question you left blank (unless you’re penalized for guessing, of course). the potential for partial credit is better than definitely receiving no credit

  • for multiple choice, use process of elimination and then make your best guess
  • if you don’t know the answer to a short answer/essay-style question, then answer around it. for example, if you don’t know the significance of caliban’s soliloquy in shakespeare’s the tempest, talk about the character of caliban in general and/or the role soliloquies are meant to play in shakespeare’s works
  • if you’re stuck on a math problem and have no clue how to even begin, just start manipulating numbers and applying formulas

- dress in layers so you’re comfortable no matter the room temperature

- always answer the questions you’re sure of first

- don’t be afraid to ask the proctor if you’re unsure of what something on the test is asking of you (i.e. questions for clarification)

- pay attention to the questions on the exam - sometimes one question may hint at the answer to a different question

  • e.g. 2) what year was x fossil discovered? and 31) who discovered x fossil in the early 1930s?

miscellaneous advice

  • try to get everything you need (calculator batteries, scantrons, blue books, writing utensils, etc.) the weekend before exams start. this way, you’re not freaking out right before a test because you’re missing something
  • try to time your coffee/lack of sleep crashes such that they don’t happen during a final exam (see tip about scheduling above)
  • if you’re pulling an all-nighter, set alarms periodically throughout the night (e.g. every hour and a half) so that if you accidentally fall asleep, you won’t sleep through the whole night
  • also set an alarm 20-30 minutes before each final. just in case ;)
  • bring an extension cord to the library if your school always seems to be short on outlets during finals week
  • always use the bathroom right before sitting an exam (even if you don’t feel like you really need to) to avoid getting up and wasting time during the test itself
  • turn off your motherfucking cell phone before your tests omfg

a note on adderall, a popular “study drug” students take during finals season:

i personally advise against the use of any study drugs that are not prescribed by a medical professional, but the fact of the matter is that students are going to use them regardless of what i say. when they don’t know what they’re getting into, they put themselves into very dangerous positions - often ending in trips to the emergency room or rehab. so in the interest of promoting safety (well, as much safety as is possible given the circumstances) and knowledge, here are a few things you should know about adderall if you decide you want to use it:

  • addy is very addictive and can make the user dependent on it
  • if you take it, you’ll start to sweat. a lot. dress accordingly
  • addy will make you lose your appetite. don’t listen to your body when it says it’s not hungry. you gotta force yourself to eat bruh
  • it’s also really easy to get dehydrated on addy - not only do you sweat a lot, but lots of people tend to pee a fuck ton while they’re on it. stay hydrated
  • addy is a stimulant. you won’t be able to sleep until its effects wear off
    • and just like other stimulants (e.g. caffeine, ecstasy), you will experience a “crash” afterwards. the crash is more pronounced than one you would get from coffee or even caffeine pills
  • there are two “kinds” of addy: IR and XR
    • IR means “immediate/instant release” - whatever dose you take will be released into your system all at once
    • XR means “extended release” - there will be an initial release of the drug into your system and then small amounts thereafter over an extended period of time
  • always err on the side of caution with dangerous drugs - when in doubt, start with a lower dose

as a parting note, i would just like to remind you all to keep in mind the importance of self-care and finding balance. there is a fine line between making temporary sacrifices and being self-destructive. sometimes it’s good to push yourself - “no pain, no gain” as they always say. but analogously, you also gotta recognize when it’s time to dial it back a bit - allow yourself a nap or an hour break to grab dinner with some friends every once in a while. trust me, you deserve it. good luck!

you gotta figure the fake ah crew is used to a certain amount of luxury, given their wealth: king-sized beds and entire apartments to themselves (or at least their own bathroom if they have a roommate), so i kind of like to think about how things would go if the whole crew ended up in a small safehouse after a heist

like maybe it’s geoff jack ryan michael gavin jeremy lindsay mica trevor matt ray etc etc in one tiny-ass home

and things very, very quickly devolve into anarchy.

  • there’s an all-out brawl for who should get the two full-sized beds, another for who gets the couches, another still for who gets the air mattresses vs. who sleeps on the floor.
  • the second day ryan bursts from the bathroom armed with a pistol and snarls, “whoever used up all the hot water better start praying to their deity of choice”
  • everyone’s in the kitchen in the mornings trying to make their own breakfast
  • everything gets burned 
  • jeremy holds up a grenade and demands to know who ate all his energy bars, those had his name on them
  • mica wants to know who the fuck used the last of the toothpaste, are you guys animals
  • where did all the coffee go. do you want trevor to die.
  • linday is going to kill everyone in this house and then herself.
  • save ray from the horror of having to navigate back-to-back showers in the morning for two hours, fuck you, he’s gonna just get in there with somebody else
  • matt would rather take his chances with the cops, ryan has watched seven straight episodes of Cupcake Wars and refuses to hand over the remote and he thinks his eyes are bleeding

after the heat dies down and they can go home, they’re at each other’s throats and don’t talk to each other for nearly a month. they would not make good roommates, okay, it goes down as the incident that almost took out the fake ah crew

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Can you write a harry imagine where he wakes up one morning feeling really sick and not well at all but he doesn't want to disappoint his fans and cancel a show just from sickness so he carries about his day not telling you he's feeling ill but you can tell something is off and harry is being really weird and clingy and looks sick.. eventually he feels so bad that he has to tell you? Thanks!

Not Just Allergies

You had your suspicions the night before. He had collapsed onto the couch with a warm cup of tea after he’d gotten home, and had remained mostly quiet as you cooked dinner and went about your daily activities. You’d even caught him dozing off on the couch a few times, only to be startled awake and claim he was only resting his eyes when you came into the room.

Later that night, you curled up with him on the couch to watch the episodes of your favorite show you’d missed throughout your busy weeks. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting you hold him. It was when he fell asleep, only twenty minutes into the first episode, that you thought something might be wrong.

You sighed and quickly paused the episode, pressing the home button on your phone and seeing that it was barely past 8 o'clock. Harry usually wasn’t one to go to bed this early, especially not when he knew he’d be spending the night cuddling with you on the couch and stealing kisses from your lips every time you fast-forwarded through commercials.

You rubbed his arm, trying to wake him up slowly so you could make sure he was feeling alright and find some kind of medicine if he wasn’t. He groggily opened his eyes, looking up at you with exhaustion clear on his face.

“Is everything okay?” You asked quietly, as Harry squinted at the soft light of the lamp in the room. He yawned, tipping his head back and stretching his achy limbs.

“M’ fine. I think I’m going to head up to bed, though.”

Your eyebrows narrowed, rubbing his back as he slowly escaped from your grasp and began to sit up.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? It’s still early.” You pried; the sun had barely set and the dishes from dinner were freshly sitting in the sink. On a normal day, it would be at least a few more hours until you started thinking about going to sleep. He nodded convincingly, standing up off the couch and adjusting the sweatpants on his waist.

“Just tired, that’s all. I’ve been busy.” He assured you, leaning down to kiss your temple gently.

“Finish the episode, don’t worry about coming up with me. Love you.”

You heard his footsteps fade as he made his way up the stairs, and you were left to flip through a few channels on the television until you could find something to entertain yourself with. It wasn’t long before you ended up watching some reruns, and it had barely been over an hour when you found yourself too bored to pay attention any longer. So you slowly trudged upstairs, and peeked into the bedroom before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Harry was practically hidden under the sheets, in a different way than usual. It was common for him to get tangled in the blankets while he tossed and turned throughout the night, but this time Harry had piled up layers of warm fleece on top of his body until he was practically unrecognizable beneath them. You frowned as you walked quietly into the bedroom, slipping into some pajamas and and curling up on your side of the bed, careful not to get too close in case your suspicions were correct and he was getting sick.

The next morning, you woke up to the sounds of drawers being opened and shut clumsily and you weren’t surprised to see Harry fumbling around as he tried to get ready for whatever he had on his schedule that day.

“Good morning.” You yawned, craning your neck upwards to watch him slip a shirt over his freshly showered body.

As he turned towards you, you sat up straighter to get a better look at his face. There were dark bags under his eyes, despite the fact that he’d gotten more than enough sleep, and his skin looked ghostly white. His body moved with a certain slowness, it looked like he was contemplating every step as if his body couldn’t hold him up.

He mumbled a quiet ‘good morning’ in return, rubbing his eyes miserably as he fought off the urge to fall back into the mattress and go back to sleep. You slowly got off the bed, and walked to where he was gathering a few things from the chair where he’d slung a few shirts the night before.

“Hey, mister, I think you’re sick. You’d better stay in and rest today.” You advised.

He flinched away when you reached to press your palm against his forehead, not wanting you to feel the warmth that indicated his temperature. He didn’t know for sure if he was running a fever, but based on the way he felt, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was much higher than normal.

“I’m okay. I feel fine.” He protested, making an effort to stand up straighter and appear like he wasn’t about to double over from his pounding headache and sore limbs. You raised your eyebrows, not believing for a second that he was actually okay. But you left him alone for a few seconds, while you shut the bathroom door behind you to brush your teeth.

When you came back out, Harry had slipped a sweater on over his t-shirt and pulled the sleeves down so they covered his hands.

“Baby, it’s warm outside.”

It was obvious at this point that you were concerned. Meanwhile, he was trying to convince himself that he was alright so he could convince you too.

“I’m just a bit chilly, that’s all. The water was cold in the shower this morning.”

You didn’t believe him for a second, but you knew how stubborn he could be, especially when he had something to get done. You followed him down the stairs and watched him pour himself a cup of black coffee, gulping it down and wincing when the hot liquid burned against his sore throat.

“Harry.”

“I’m fine.”

He gave you an unconvincing smile and patted your shoulder as he walked past you to grab his bag by the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay home? I’ll get some blankets on the couch and we can watch a movie. I can start some tea right now too if you-”

He cut you off when he stepped forward, placing both hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look up at his face looming over you. You could see that he just wasn’t himself; he looked completely exhausted and like he could fall apart at any second.

“I’m okay. I feel fine. I’m probably just having some kind of allergy thing, now that it’s spring. Please, baby, don’t give me that look.” He raised his eyebrows when you pouted at him. If there was any way of getting him to stay home, that was your last option.

He pulled away when you flicked your hand up and tried to reach for his forehead again; his reflexes were too quick. It was silly, really, because if there was nothing wrong with him, he’d have no problem with you pressing your hand against his forehead to judge his temperature. You knew he was hiding something, and he knew that you weren’t gullible enough to believe him when he said he was fine.

“Promise me you’ll come home if you feel too sick. I’ll come pick you up if I need to.” You gave in, rubbing his arm as you looked up at him in concern. He nodded, a small smile on his face as he took a step towards the door.

“I promise.”

You quickly hugged him goodbye, and he opted to press his lips against your cheek instead of kissing you. If there was any last confirmation you needed that he was sick, that was it. He would always give you a real kiss goodbye, which usually turned into a short make out session, before he left for the day.

As you busied yourself with things around the house, you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to the way Harry was acting. You were starting to doubt yourself, thinking that maybe Harry really was just having a flare up of his allergies and there wasn’t anything to worry about. If that was the case, you felt bad for pressing the issue if there was never one to begin with. You’d hate to give him a hard time, but at least that way he knew you cared.

The hours ticked by slowly, and it felt like days had passed by the time you heard Harry’s keys twisting in the lock. Needless to say, you’d spent all day worrying if he was alright.

You tried to give him some space, and continued drying some dishes while you waited for him to kick off his boots and take off his jacket. However, you felt his arms wrap around you from behind sooner than you expected, and you turned around to see his sweatshirt still covering his body and his shoes still on his feet. His nose was red, his eyes looked puffy with exhaustion, and his face was even more pale than it had been that morning.

“Baby…” You cupped his cheek and he leaned into your warmth, closing his eyes in comfort and sniffling softly. You wanted so badly to say ‘I told you so’, but you knew that wasn’t what he needed to hear. He already knew you’d been right.

This time, he didn’t flinch away when you pressed your palm to his head and felt it burning under your touch. Instead, he looked you in the eyes, nearly begging for you to make him feel better. You’d heard it a million times that men were babies when they’re sick, and Harry was definitely no different. There were times when he was able to push past it and get on with his day, like he had that morning, but he always needed a warm pair of arms to hold him and take care of him at the end of the day.

“Go get out of those skinny jeans, okay? I’ll start the tea.” You smiled sympathetically and tried to turn around, but Harry wasn’t having it. He grabbed your wrist, holding your hand against his cheek and letting out a soft whine. Although you should’ve found it annoying, it only made you want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him against your chest like the big baby he was.

“Sweetheart, just let me get the tea, okay? Once you get changed I won’t leave your side the rest of the night, I promise.”

He hesitated, but slowly backed away and trudged up the stairs to change. You got busy with the tea, thankful that he was moving slowly so you had enough time to finish before he returned.

You felt him next to you, his body radiating even more heat than usual, and he dropped his head against your shoulder as you poured some tea into a big mug.

“Good?” You asked, cautiously handing him the tea and looking up at him. He nodded slowly, muttering a soft 'thank you’.

“Let’s get you all comfy on the couch, okay? We can put on a movie if you want.”

He clung to your hand as you walked over to the couch, tightening his grip whenever you tried to pull away to do something. You managed to lay some blankets on the couch and fluff the pillows with only one hand, letting him hold onto you. You knew he must be feeling pretty bad if he was that clingy.

“Wanna be the little spoon.” He sniffled, looking at you with the most innocent expression you swore you were going to melt into a giant puddle on the carpet.

You nodded, laying down first and opening your arms, letting him snuggle his back against you. Propping your head up on some pillows so you could see over his broad back, you handed him the remote so he could pick a movie and let your hands rest over his stomach. The couch wasn’t big, and you were somewhat afraid he’d roll off the edge if he wasn’t pressed so close against you. You slung a warm blanket over you both as you felt him shiver and rubbed his arm gently. His body was stuck so tightly against you so you could feel his slightly labored breathing, and felt his chest rise with each sniffle and cough.

You pressed your lips to his head as he reached for your hand under the blanket. It wasn’t hard to tell that he wasn’t paying attention to the movie that was playing, especially when he flipped around in your arms so his face was nuzzled into your shoulder. With a loud sniffle, he sighed and clung to your body tighter.

“I don’t feel good at all.” He moaned.

You pouted and rubbed your hand over the soft fabric of his shirt, and kissed his forehead again.

“I know, baby. Try to get some sleep. I think it would help.” You whispered, pulling the blanket up slightly so his body was covered and warm.

“Don’t go.” He whined, clutching you tighter and coughing into your neck. You winced, picturing the germs splattering onto your skin, but you stayed as still as you could. You weren’t about to deny Harry comfort.

“I wont, I promise. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

He didn’t want to fall asleep, but it was getting hard to fight the urge when he was just so tired and you were so warm and comfy. With your arms around him and his body warm from the tea and blanket, he found it impossible to stay awake any longer.

You couldn’t even complain when his loud snores nearly burst your eardrums, because he was clearly exhausted and all he needed was your warmth and comfort to make things a little better.

jungkook; morning kiss(es)

❝there’s no such thing as singular in jungkook’s book of kisses. only plural.
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♡ this is for @cno-inbminor​ bc we reached our 200th day snapstreaksary (it’s a word i swear) and this is a little overdue but here it is i tried my best and it’s short but i LOVE YOU KAREN

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Jungkook was a person who could be satisfied (and happy) with the littlest of things in life or, could find significance in anything he came across with. 

One, you (not to be taken literally but hey, he does use the benefit of being taller and you know when you’re shorter you have a better aim at his di-). Two, discounted prices on set meals he wants to eat. Three, finding a dollar lying on the floor and claiming it as his even though he knows damn well it fell from your purse but finders keepers losers weepers. Four, Jimin and Taehyung messing with Hoseok, only got get a beating after and his devil ass is watching from the side the whole time. And last but not least, sleeping until the sun breaks through the window and rakes his ass awake.

He was a heavy sleeper and that, ladies and gentlemen, was not a surprising thing at all. God no. Almost everyone around him had experienced troubles waking him up at least once (thrice) in their lifetime. As quoted from none other than Kim Seokjin and editing from Kim Namjoon: “That boy can sleep until the world burns down and he’ll wake up being alone.” (end scene)

It was all about getting used to, in your opinion. You’d gauge around the time he’d wake up and plan your day on from there. See, if you can’t change the boy’s habit, change the way you work things around. Simple. (unless you’re living with six other guys who gives no shit with your sleeping habits then kudos to you, good luck chap, better luck next life)

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Irate - 2

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Summary:

Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled.

Word count: 791


You find the training room at precisely 6:28 a.m.

You’re rehearsing every possible angry excuse in your head. You’re new here. It’s not your fault the hallways are like the fucking labyrinth. It’s not like anybody was kind enough to provide you with a map of the place. And six a.m.? That’s less than four hours after your absolutely wonderful trainer had made it very clear that he was far from happy with having you as his trainee, which doesn’t leave you with a lot of time to sleep.

When you look around the room though, you realize it’s empty, and you almost sigh out of relief. There’s no need for excuses when there’s no one to give them to. Plus, Bucky can’t be mad at you when he’s late himself.

You decide to wait for five minutes, then scan the room one last time. He’s not here, and you doubt he’s going to show up. You’ve got better things to do anyway, like go back to sleep, so you’re not going to wait around any longer.

Bitter thoughts cloud your head again, and you mutter to yourself as you turn to exit the room, “If he couldn’t be up at six in the morning, why didn’t he just set a later time? What’s up with that attitude anyway? Why is he so–”

Bang!

You feel it before your brain can ever process what happening. The bullet whizzes past your ear, so close that the rush of air it leaves as it goes raises the hairs on the back of your neck. The sound registers later, and you jump, whirling around with eyes wide.

“Tip number one,” Bucky says, standing up from where he was crouched behind the pile of sandbags. “Always be aware of your surroundings.”

Your heart feel like it’s caught up between two paddles of an intense game of table tennis. Your eyes narrow dangerously at how relaxed he is, just standing there, disassembling his gun as if hadn’t just shot a bullet inches from your head.

“Are you insane?” Your voice is so shrill it sounds foreign to your own ears. “You could have killed me!”

Bucky shrugs. “But I didn’t.”

You can’t believe your ears. Steve you can handle. Sam’s nice enough. But this guy? He's– he’s an absolute psychopath! It hasn’t even been twenty minutes into training and you know exactly how you’re going to die: with the contents of your brain splattered across the pristine floor of the training room, all thanks to Bucky Barnes.

The look on your face must speak for itself, because Bucky’s expression changes from nonchalant to serious again, and he strides up to you until he’s closer than he needs to be and his hand is grabbing your wrist firmly. Every fiery insult that’s manifested inside your head dies tragically somewhere on the way to your lips.

Bucky pulls out a roll of boxing wraps from his pocket and starts wrapping your right hand. “Tip number two,” he says, voice dangerously low this time. “Shoot where you aim.” He moves onto your left hand. “Misfiring can be fatal.”

When both your hands are nicely secure, he steps back. “You’re not ready for a gun yet. We’ll start with the bags.”

Turns out, you’re probably not ready for the bags yet either. When Bucky tells you to have your best at it, the punch you throw is so pathetic, you wince on behalf of your trainer.  For a moment he just stares at you with an impassive look on his face. Then his eyes close and his hand passes over his face as he inhales sharply. When he opens his eyes again, there’s a tick in his jaw.

He positions your hands so that they’re right in front of your face. “Drop them,” he explains, “and you drop your guard. And when you punch, all the power should come from here.” His hands settle on your hips, and you can feel how cold they are even through the fabric of your tights. You flinch.

He steps away, and you try again. This time, you can feel the strength behind your punch, and you swell with a little pride. So you’re not that bad.

Two hours later, Bucky’s showed you a whole lot more about punching. You’re drenched in sweat and your arms feel like they’re going to fall off. When you can’t do anymore, you stop, dropping your arms to your knees and taking a moment to catch your breath.

When you glance up at Bucky, he nods, then studies his watch for a moment. When he look back up, a lazy smirk manages its way across his face.

“Do it again.”

(You’ve decided. You hate Bucky Barnes.)


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Your Husband is Superhero: Part 2

AN: I love this story. It is dedicated to every wonderful person who showed up to the chat that @cait-writes-stuff hosted 

Words: 959

Part 1


You’re reading a book when the red blur just appears in your room. You close your book, lean back, and grin. Barry pulls the hood down and smiles at you. The goofy grin makes you laugh, “So how’s it feel to be back in the leather?”

He laughs, “Sweaty.”

You wiggle your eyebrows, “Well, now I’m hot.”

He removes his gloves, “Yeah?”

You put your book down and crawl down the bed before launching yourself off it, and into his arms. He catches you with ease. You kiss him, and take comfort in the way his arms wrap around you. With a giggle, you fall back onto the bed with him.

Hours later, in the dark of your room, you’re snuggled against Barry’s chest, while his hand strokes lazily against your back. You’re more than a bit drowsy, but still curious, “So, did you see everyone?”

“Oh yeah, the whole team was there.”

“Cisco?”

Barry places a kiss on the top of your head, “Yeah. I couldn’t even look him in the eye, much less talk to him. In fact I made it a point to only talk to Oliver. I’m such a…”

“Scaredy Cat?”

He chuckles a bit, “That’s a nice way of putting it.”

You place a kiss on his chest, “Well lucky for you, I’m a cat person.”

“It was nice to get some closure.”

“Closure?”

He nods, “Yeah, now that Wally has superspeed, Central City is safe, and I can give up the superhero thing for good.”

You don’t quite believe that, but as he pulls you a bit closer, the two of you drift off to sleep. You wake up to the sound of the doorbell being repeatedly rung. Without opening your eyes, your feel around for a pillow, and pull it over your head.

When the noise continues, you pull your head out from under the pillow and glance at Barry. Your husband is fast asleep. Rolling your eyes, you toss the covers to the side. You pull on your nightgown, and then a robe. You trudge to the door, but not before you catch sight of the clock. Your eye twitches when you see 5 am staring back at you.

You glance out the window to see a group of people waiting outside, and right as one of them reaches for the doorbell again, you unlock the door and yank it open. “Yes?”

A taller man in the back, that you recognize as Oliver Queen, smiles at you and says, “Mrs. Allen.” You watch the shock wash over several faces.

You wipe a hand over your face, “You couldn’t have waited a few more hours?”

Another man steps forward and offers his hand, “Sorry about the early hour, I’m Joe West, Barry’s… ”

“Dad,” You smile and take his hand, shaking it before stepping to the side, “I’m sorry, I’m not a morning person. Please come in, all of you. Barry’s still asleep. Make yourselves at home while I go wake him.”

You leave them, and go back to the bedroom. Crawling back onto the bed, you take the pillow and hit your husband. He startles awake and just stares at you. He cracks a smile at you a moment later, “What did I do now?”

“You have company.”

His brow furrows, “Company?” and leans over to glance at the clock, “It’s 5:15 in the morning, who would … Oh no.”

“Oh yes. They’re waiting for you in the den.”

“They’re in the den!?”

You blink a few times, “And that’s a problem, why?”

“Our wedding photos are out there.”

“I’m trying to be panicked for you hun, but you’re making it a bit hard.”

He takes a deep breath, “I didn’t tell them I was married. I didn’t want to get caught up in a conversation, and so …”

“You ran away.”

He sits up, “Pretty much.”

You snuggle in beside him, “Why do you always have to run Barry, why can’t you ever just walk?”

He smiles and kisses the top of your head, “The whole meta human thing makes it a bit difficult.”

You yawn, and then pat his chest, “Well time to run towards the problem now, Speedy.”

“That’s Thea, hun.”

“Whatever, just go.” With a sigh he leaves the bed. You’re almost back to sleep, when a weight lands on top of you, “Come with me?”

You turn to face your husband, “Seriously? It’s five thirty in the morning on a Saturday. I shouldn’t be aware of anything other than my pillow.”

He smiles at you, “For better or for worse.”

You scowl, “Fine.”

Five minutes later, you’re somewhat presentable, as you walk into the den with your husband. You pass by the crowd and head straight for the coffee maker.

You stare at the coffee maker and wait for it to brew. You listen to Barry talk to Joe, and the others. But you’re honestly not awake enough to really catch anything. When it’s done you pour yourself a cup, and walk back into the den. All eyes go to you.You give a small akward smile and say, “Coffee’s ready. Mugs are in the cabinet above the maker, help yourselves.”

There’s a bit of a migration to the kitchen, as you take a seat in the oversized arm chair. Barry shuffles nervously near you.  

You smile at him, “Things a bit awkward?”

He nods, “More than a bit. It’s just really weird.”

“Like you’re getting to know each other again?”

He runs a hand through his hair, “Yeah, They know nothing about the past several years. Or you for that matter.”

You take a sip of coffee, “Fill them in.”

“You think it’s that simple?”

You reach out and take his hand, “I think it can be.”

Dating Jughead Jones Would Include


- somehow always sitting on his lap, even if there are other seats

- spending 90% of your time at Pop’s eating and judging people

- stealing his beanie and him trying to be mad

- the chill™ couple

- him playing video games with archie while you’re curled up between his legs and his arms are around your waist, holding one of the controllers

- and archie bribing you with food so that you’ll move and mess jug up whenever he’s winning

- wearing his southside serpents jacket and him insisting it looks better on you

- sleeping over at fp’s trailer and jug saying he’s going to make you breakfast the next morning

- finding out the next morning that the only available food is a box of cheerios two weeks past its expiration date

- so you end up back at the andrews house for pancakes while fred and archie tease you by acting surprised

- getting competitive over stupid things

-  fp liking you a lot and telling you to take care of Juggie while he’s in jail

- helping Jughead and Betty at the Blue and Gold and working to solve Jason Blossom’s murder

- pranking Reggie Mantle whenever he messes with Jughead

- bringing him food and supplies when he was living at the drive in

- avoiding parties together

- always being the first person to read any new bits of Jughead’s novel

- sitting in comfortable silence in a booth at Pop’s while he writes and you “help” by eating lots of burgers

- being really good friends with Archie, Ronnie, and Betty

- knowing when to give him space and when to help him when he has problems at home

- being there for him when his dad gets arrested and knowing that there was no way fp could be guilty

- your mom loves him and is constantly asking you how he’s doing and if he needs a place to stay

- your dad respects him and even worries about him even if he wouldn’t admit it

- getting lots of piggyback rides on the way home from school

- eating contests

- texting each other during class and roasting tf out of the teachers and other students

- always being there for each other


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prince of cats

chapter one: if i profane with my unworthiest hand

on ao3 || on ffnet

[full note on ao3]

it been a journey to get here. i started outlining in november…. i’m really excited that i’m finally able to share it with everyone! this fic was inspired by two (2) posts. one of which was this video of salem the glittery cat

shoutout to everyone in the miracusquad who was online when i started talking about this! thank you for letting me idea bounce/dump, and thank you for being so supportive in general <3
shoutout to my @mlfanfiction​ fam for not yelling at me when they realize that i had many other things i was supposed to be doing in november. things that were not this fic…. i love you guys
and finally, massive shoutout to @ladriened​!!! thank you for your endless support kc <3 

last quick thing! im going to be using these tags for this fic: ‘proc ml’ and 'prince of cats ml’. obviously i wasnt going to use poc and prince of cats is already used for half a dozen other things because…shakespeare

enjoy!!!!


Marinette hums to herself as she hauls her bag up on her shoulder and flicks off the lights in her apartment. For once, she got a decent amount of sleep and she actually ate breakfast this morning, so today is already better than most. Now if she can get the stitching on this new jacket done before lunch…

She pauses to check her phone as she closes the door behind her. Nothing surprising, nothing pressing. Alya confirming lunch like she does every week and insisting Marinette bring juicy gossip to the table. Marinette rolls her eyes as she turns the key in the lock. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Alya, work has been drama free lately. A nice breath of fresh air after a tense argument between two other designers that ended in screaming a few weeks ago. For days after, the workroom was stifling and awkward. Marinette is glad she has nothing to bring to Alya. Besides, Alya will have more enough to say on her own.

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Be My Date

Requested by abbessolute: Barry finds out his best friend got stood up on a date she was looking forward to and he either gets angry, come over to comfort her or takes her on the date.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 2440

A/N: Thank you for the request! I tried to make it as cute as possible and I hope you all like it :D Let me know what you think x

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it’s an early morning on campus as I walk to my first class. the morning is crisp but not chilly. the leaves are golden brown and the the sweater I wear is really comfy. I got enough sleep and have prepared well for the class I’m going to. I’m happy with my major and am not scared about the future.

Delivery

Summary: Shawn makes Brian hand deliver a care package to y/n because y/n is stressed and Shawn can’t do it himself because he is out of the country. 

Requested: First off I just wanna say that your work is amazing ! It’s my favourite. Lately I’ve been feeling like everything is crashing down on me. I feel like I never get a beak with school, work, worrying, just everything ! Can you do an imagine where Shawn notices you’ve been acting differently because everything’s just a little too much and makes you feel better? Thank you :)

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Sleep. Sleep would be nice, but who has time to sleep anymore? Certainly not you. With work, school, exams, and so much to worry about, you can’t seem to catch a break. Even when you do have the time to sleep, you can’t because you’re so stressed. And every other second you’re awake, it is like you have a never-ending list of things that you need to get done. You’re trying so hard to just keep on going, but it’s hard, so hard. 

When your phone buzzes on your desk with a text you automatically glance at it. Good morning love it reads, from your boyfriend of course.

You just smile a bit because it’s nearly ten at night where you are, but he’s just woken up. You type a quick reply, morning babe. You’d love to talk to him, but you have so much to still do before you can even think of taking a break, much less going to bed. 

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“I’ve been hurt before, but not like this. Never like this.” G.D

a/n: hey guys! I know I took a little long to post this but its my first post and i kept thinking it wasn’t good enough haha. people on here are so talented tbh so i wanted it to be really good. i also don’t even know why i had to start off with a sad one-shot but i like how it turned out.  let me know what you think.

word count: 1,694 words


They say real love is when someone hurts you, but because you care about that person so bad you choose not to hurt that person in return. You choose to put your own feelings and your pride aside because you can’t imagine a life without that person. 

You rolled onto your stomach and grabbed your phone off the nightstand to check the time, 3:15 AM. You checked your phone for any missed calls or texts but saw nothing. You sighed, and put your phone back down on the nightstand, wondering what time Grayson would be coming home. 

You kept tossing and turning in bed, frustrated to the point of tears because once again, you found yourself sleeping alone in the bed you and Grayson shared and you hated it. You figured you should be used to it by now, seeing as to how this had become an every day thing for you, but you knew you never would. You would never get used to sleeping without Gray’s body next to yours. The warmth coming from his body was always comforting for you as he wrapped you up in his arms. 

From the very start, Grayson had had your heart. You guys grew up as childhood best friends, never leaving each other’s sides for anything. You were simply inseparable; and as you guys grew older, you had developed feelings for the hazel eyed boy. Not only developed feelings, you were completely in love with him. His captivating looks and adorable personality made it impossible not to. Of course, it was never in your plans to confess your feelings to your best friend, you thought it was best to keep them buried for the sake of your friendship. 

As you grew older, you went through relationship after relationship, never really finding the happiness that you were looking for. Instead, you were left heartbroken time after time, but having Grayson there to comfort you made your heart feel whole once again. He always assured you that there was someone out there that was meant to be with you, that was made to make you happy; but it never occurred to you that he was referring to himself. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that your best friend would actually feel the same way about you as you did for him, but he did. 

Or at least that’s what you had thought…

The day after he confessed his feelings for you, you guys went on your first official date and you knew right then and there that he was the one for you. He had made it his mission to make that night magical and unforgettable for you, and boy had he done just that. Fast-forward to two years later, you believed you guys were stronger and more in love than ever. You couldn’t have been more wrong.  

About two months ago, you had caught Grayson sleeping with some girl in his and Ethan’s apartment. The worst part of it was that he didn’t even know you knew. Heartbroken and completely torn apart, you had made sure to walk out of there as quietly as possible because a part of you did not want to believe what you saw was real. And as the weeks on, Grayson became more and more busy with the warehouse him and Ethan had gotten, leaving little to no time to spend with you. But when he asked you to move in with him and Ethan, it gave you hope that your relationship could only get better from here; but it instead made it harder for you to ignore the fact that, day after day, he went back to the same girl from that night. 

Now, you found yourself falling asleep, wrapped up in a blanket as you lay on the trampoline in the twins’ warehouse. You hadn’t been able to handle sleeping alone in yours and Grayson’s bed. The room alone had felt lonely and empty without him. And as time went by, you had kept glancing at the door, hoping to see Gray walk through it, but he hadn’t. 

You must’ve been in that stage between asleep and awake when you heard the door slam shut.

“Y/n?” Grayson whispered loud enough for you to hear. “babe what are you doing sleeping out here?”

Giving him no answer, you stayed completely quiet and still, pretending you were still asleep. You felt him get on the trampoline a few minutes later, his arms wrapping around you to bring your body closer to his as he lay behind you. “I love you so much y/n” he whispered.

You could smell the scent of women’s perfume that lingered on his clothing and did your best to keep the tears in. Liar. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was intentionally trying to hurt you and make it obvious that he was cheating or if he was simply that clueless to what he was doing

You waited for a couple of minutes until you heard his even breathing, knowing he was asleep, before slipping out from under the small blanket and crawling out of the trampoline. You hurried over to yours and Grayson’s room and dropped to the ground as you felt a warm stream of tears fall down your face. You shoulders shook slightly as you held your hand up to cover your face, cover your mouth, trying to keep as quiet as possible as the tears pooled into your palms. 

You couldn’t help crying, choking on the air and sobbing loudly into your hands, wishing for the pain you were feeling to stop. That your feelings could shut off so you couldn’t feel a thing. But your crying doesn’t stop, until you hear the door from your bedroom open. 

“Y/n? A-are you crying?” Grayson questioned, his voice low and raspy 

You don’t respond, you don’t even move, your mouth opens but nothing but a loud, choking sob comes out. 

“C’mere,” he whispered softly as you heard him walk over to you. Your vision comes blurry again as he picks you up and sets you on his lap after sitting down on the bed, wrapping an arm around your waist as his other hand caressed your cheek, “What’s wrong love?”

“I-i can’t” you manage to say before another sob escapes your lips. Grayson just watched you with a confused and worried expression as you shook your head vigorously.

“You can’t what?” he asked as he wiped away the tears that fell. When you didn’t give him an answer, he brought your face in his hands and made you look at him, “Tell me”

“I-i”– another hiccuping sob escaped your lips – “I can’t do this a-anymore” you managed to say before standing up.  

You felt him grab you by the wrist and pull you back over to him, looking even more confused than before. “What? What do you mean y/n?” 

“I can’t keep doing this Grayson.” You said looking down, biting down on your lip hard to repress a sob. “You and me, I just don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Wha- no,” Grayson shook his head, his cheeks flushed to a steamy red as his eyes began to water. “Look, i’m sorry if I did som-”

“No Gray” you sighed, your voice cracking a bit, “I-i know… I know about her” 

Grayson’s face fell, his mouth opened and closed as he tried to say something, anything, but his mind was completely blank. 

Not being able to take the silence anymore, you walked over to your closet and pulled out your suitcase. You threw in as much clothing as you could, ignoring his pleads for you to stop, before he stood up and turned you to face him. “Please don’t do this… please don’t leave” 

“No Grayson” You sobbed, trying to pull away from him but his grip was too strong. “Let me go” 

“Please don’t leave like this.” he pleaded, “Just let me exp-”

“Explain what Grayson?” you asked, “Explain how for two months, I’ve cried myself to sleep, just to wake up the next morning to continue crying because the image of you and that girl is the first and last thing I thought about every single day? E-e-explain how I stuck with you these last two months, waiting for you to realize that the one for you was me, the girl that stayed up waiting for you every single night, and not her?” 

“Y/n i’m so sorry” he cried. 

“You know, better than anyone, that I’ve been hurt before. In fact, you were the one to glue me back together every single time a guy broke my heart” he looked away swiftly, the pain evident in his eyes. 

“But not like this. Never like this Gray” you choke out. “You’re the one person that I thought would never ever hurt me.. and now you’ve become the only one who’s ever been able to hurt me like this.” 

“Y/n… I never meant..” His voice trailed off and he took a few cautious steps towards you. “I never meant to hurt you y/n, y-you have to know that” 

“But you did” you muttered. “You lied to me, y-you broke me, and the worst part of it all is that there’s no one to piece me back together this time” 

You both stood there for what seemed like forever, not knowing what else to do or say. You both knew that this wasn’t only the end of your relationship. You knew that nothing would ever be the same after this.  

"I don’t want to lose you” he choked out. “I can’t lose you, you’re my best friend”

You gave him a sad smile and grabbed your suitcase, walking out the room and out the door. He ran after you and stood at the door frame calling out your name, but you held it together and threw your suitcase in the backseat. 

Once you pulled out of the warehouse parking lot, you looked back up to Grayson through the rear-view mirror, breaking even more at the sight of him crying onto Ethan’s shoulder, his body shaking with sobs as he watched you drive away. 


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Dating Chanyeol Would Include

• Dating Chanyeol would be crazy.

• he would be so nervous to ask you out. But he’ll keep on pretending that he isn’t.

• when you say yes he will be the happiest man alive

• expect phone calls at 1 am

• non stop teasing

• being the loudest couple

• getting cockblocked from the other members

• him surprising you randomly with gifts just to see your smile

• you always teasing him on how cute his ears make him look

• him randomly taking you out claiming it as a date

• traveling to random places

• couple clothes and shoes

• cute couple selcas (selfies)

• playing pranks on the other members

• being in his v live videos

• doing couple challenges

• him posting pictures of you on his instagram

• good night and morning texts

• lots of cuddles

• rough sex

• trying new food

• you reading him to sleep with your favorite books

• him singing you to sleep

• going to arcades a lot

• laughing over random things

• causing the members to get annoyed

• lots of inside jokes

• both of you taking weird pictures of each other

• him coming back to apologize when you two get into an argument

• him making you feel better about yourself

• cute little kisses in public mostly hand holding though

• but really passionate ones at home when no one’s around

• listening to music together

• him making songs about you

• there would not be any second when he isn’t saying a corny joke or pickup line

• “hey babe are you from Tennessee?”

• “not again Chanyeol”

• he loves making you smile especially when you listen to his songs

• he’ll be a major fanboy of yours

• you two will go on random shopping sprees

• probably even start playing hide and seek inside the store

• he would adopt a puppy for both of you

• video game nights with him

• he would make breakfast for you

• you stealing his t shirt

• him saying “i love you” to you every time he gets a chance

• he would show you off to everyone

• he’ll get whiny when you don’t pay attention to him

• sometimes even become a bit possessive but he knows how to keep his cool

• midnight walks

• stupid nickname

• he’ll ask you random questions

• “will you still love me if I’m bald?”

• you two roasting everyone

• he’s high key whipped

• he would do anything for you

• daddy kink

• he would show you off to everyone

• small karaoke dates

• sending cute snapchat filters

• him just listening to you about your day

• overall Chanyeol would be the most cutest and kindest boyfriend he’ll love you more than anything. He’ll cherish you and give you the love you deserve.

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a-bunch-of-garbage  asked:

we walk past it every day, my roommate and i. "it's a dog," she says, every day without fail, every time we pass. "It's always a dog," i say once, when i'm tired and running on nothing but 3 cups of coffee for the third day in a row. "is it?" she says, seriously, looking at it out of the corner of her eye. i rolled my eyes, i remember, and walked ahead of her. one day there's an upperclassman walking by, and he hears her, stops. "is it?" he asks. slowly, carefully, she echoes, "is it?" (1/?)

he grins, too tired and too sharp. “it’s THE dog,” he says, almost a warning. my roommate blinks and looks at it sidelong and says, very carefully, very deliberately, “can i feed it?” i’m tapping my foot but she loves animals and hates it when i leave her, so i wait, and the upperclassman now just looks tired, sharp edges worn down, grin still pasted on. “it’ll follow you for a bit if you do, and then it’ll want more; it won’t leave you alone, but you can if you want.” (2/?)

my roommate squints at it, directly this time. “is it dangerous? she asks, clearly considering it, of course, and the upperclassman snorts. "of course,” she says sagely, as if he gave an actual answer. “what does it like?” the upperclassman shifts, eyes darting around. it’s just talking about a dumb dog, but he’s looking like he’s spilling national secrets. “it’s a guard dog,” he says, quietly, finally. “a stray. it’ll take whatever, but remember, it will want more.” (3/?)

my roommate grins and says thank you and pulls me away, like i was the one holding us up, and i huff. “what was that about?” she hums, glances at me, looks away. “i like dogs,” she says, “and i’ve been tired, you know, like i’ve been telling you- things moving outside at night. maybe a puppy will make me feel better, chase things away, if i feed it.” “feed it what,” i snort, “ramen?” she sighs. “maybe my tiredness,” she says, laughingly, and i look at the circles haunting her eyes. (4/?)            

“maybe,” i say, and i thought that was the end of it. but a week afterwards, she stops by the dog, tells me to go on ahead, and then there it is, suddenly, trailing at her heels. and she does seem happier, for a while, working busily, no longer so watchful, not seeming to need sleep- but then she collapses, one morning gets up white-faced the next. “i have to feed the dog,” she says desperately, and she goes, runs too fast for me to keep up, and she doesn’t come back.(5/5 sorry it’s so long lol)             


There is always, always a price, and it will always, always be higher than you want to pay.

The Gap

Summary: You are a morning person and Yoongi is definitely not—so for better or worse, something is going to change when fate places your windows less than three meters away from each other.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff, Neighbors AU
Word Count: 2,603
Author’s Note: Inspired by that Friends episode “The One With All The Haste” and the singing man across the way who sang “Morning’s here, sunshine’s here” like clockwork at the crack of dawn.

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Most people would describe the morning sunlight as bright, cheerful, endearing, warm, and peaceful, the rays like a stretch of encouragement from the sky. The promise of a new day, a brand new 24 hours to start fresh, make better choices, take initiation, try new thing or explore vast places, go on adventures or be in good company. The options were limitless, as high as the sky that shone above.

Yoongi, however, would describe the morning sunlight like a bucket of ice cold water, a bitter cup of coffee—too sharp, too sudden, ripping him apart from joyous things like sleep or dreams or a warm bed. It jolts him awake, clouds his mind more than clears it. More often than not, he finds himself burying his face into his pillow to muffle his groans, clearly hoping that if he groans loud enough it could turn back time.

But alas, that is not how the universe was created—so it doesn’t do much.

Yoongi supposes that a small percentage of this mindset should be his own fault, his own lack of aspirations making the 24 hours appear so much slower than they are to other people. He has dreams of course, passions that could challenge any other visionary on the street. But the weight of life has caught Yoongi in the stream, dragging him down the current and away from his desire, leaving him on the shore that takes the form of a coffee shop across the way. Albeit, it’s not an entirely bad gig—the tip is good and some of his best friends also work in the corner shop and his boss doesn’t actually treat him like shit. It just doesn’t leave Yoongi satisfied. It eats into his already very thinly veiled patience for the morning.

See the light where the sky meets the sea, and it calls me,” A clear voice rings through the thin window in Yoongi’s bedroom, the consistency and deja vu of the noise leaving a painful reminder in Yoongi’s mind about the time as it groans and throws the blankets over his head.

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Sick

Hello, yes I am back! I decided to combine a couple of requests into one because they fit :)

One where y/n gets sick and shawn catches it?
One where he gets sick and denies it?

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Before you even open your eyes, you already feel the pain in your throat. You’re barely even fully awake, but your heart already drops. You can’t be sick right now. Well, actually, you can, but you’re traveling with your boyfriend for the week and you don’t want him to get sick because he has a lot of commitments. You’re afraid that Shawn will catch your sickness because he’s going to want to be near you even though you’ll try your best to keep him from being too close.

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