it's been cold and i was in a mood

drmuffinofdoom  asked:

I can't believe that I didn't ask this before now but- do you have any Drarry fic recs??? Pls tell me you do

CRACKS KNUCKLES, lemme go through ye ol archives of my favs >D

Running on Air



Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

(I’ve rec’d this one before but I will keep pushing it on everyone because its the bEST ITS MY FAVORITE ONE OK I live for the mood and the entire fic is like a walking aesthetic and the characters are portrayed pERFE C T LY goddang)

No Shadow Taller Than Our Souls



Auror Potter and Unspeakable Malfoy team up to investigate a series of missing persons, and it soon becomes apparent that Dementors are involved. Despite their initial misgivings, Harry and Draco find that they need each other’s help, in more ways than one.

(I literally just finished reading this one like 10 minutes ago and it was a good good. A lot of interesting Dementor lore!!)




Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

“You want the Invisibility Cloak,” Harry said, flatly. He’d half expected as much; it was the only thing he had that Draco could want—

“Don’t be stupid, Potter,” Draco said. “I want my reputation back.”

(I remember really liking this one and I thiiiiink this one has some good good ministry ball courtship-ing and stuff lmao

Actually looking now anything by astolat is good)

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice



Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It’s all right here, folks.

(THE SUMMARY DOESNT LIE. I TREALLY IS SECRET IDENTITIES, CELEBS, aND SPIESsseSSEs. But really this one is so well written and I’m a sucker for spy/thriller types and this blends the wizarding world into the genre so well im cryinnngngg)

Coffee, Cakes and Doorknob Snakes



Harry’s house is trying to kill him, and only one person can help him: pity it’s Draco Malfoy

(this one is just *clenches fist* so pure. The house has so much character I cant even believe. And Draco being the smartie mcsmartpants is my favorite thing ever.)

Open For Repairs



After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things.

feat. sad boys in jumpers and more ABBA than is probably necessary

(this one melted my heart and rebuilt it. Better. STrONGER. Seriously tho this has everything in it.)

 And basically anything Saras_girl on a03 writes is like a gold standard.~ I might make a more indepth list when I actually compile all the ones I’ve read (theres a lot oh god) but these are goods!

Remedy (15) THE END

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluffy, smut, a very protective Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

A/N: This is it. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it. Thank you guys for all the comments on this! And if you’re sad that this is over; we still have Reprogramming, which will be revisited sometime! x

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

She still submits to me on occasion; willingly or maybe out of habit, her nature, I suppose. Not what she always was, but the way they made her. Lately I’ve been feeling particularly cross with Hydra. And by cross, I mean I want to fucking rip their collective heads off and shove them up their collective asses, and do the same with the two heads that’ll take the place of the first I rip off. This, because the better she’s doing, the more the horrifying things they’ve done to her show. She’s getting more spontaneous, witty, brave as well. She goes up against me if she feels like it, if only to play around but also when she means to push her own way instead of leaning with mine. I love her for it, I love hearing her say what she wants, I love the way her eyes shine with defiance and her jaw sets decisively. It also never fails to turn me on.

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Baby It’s Cold Outside

Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Christmas Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Lambie

Words: 1338

Warnings: Kissing

Request: (markimoo28) Hello! Im here to request a “ Merry Christmas to all and to all- wait not you, i dont like you.” for Alex. They start out as enemies but fall for each other in the end? or maybe a “ baby its cold outside” for alex please? Im in a Alex fluff mood XD

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO OUR READERS! These Christmas Specials wouldn’t be possible without you guys, otherwise we would just be two weird people writing Christmas fan fiction for no one to read. Thanks for making us feel less like weirdos lol. I think this is a good salute to the Christmas Specials, and it’s been a fun 12 days. I loved writing this one, and I hope you will love it as much I do. (P.S. Markimoo28, I hope this is similar to what you were looking for. I tried doing the “I don’t like you” and it really didn’t turn out. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as you would the other one. Merry Christmas!)

Alex was busy pointing out the oddities of classic 1940’s Christmas Songs. A smooth jazz voice played over the radio when Alex said, “Who roasts chestnuts on a roasting fire? Like why would you even want to eat chestnuts? We aren’t squirrels!”

He was bundled on the sofa in a heavy blue blanket. He shook his head at every word an iconic artist sang. He picked the songs a part. He was too distracted to notice you were leaving. You had just got off the phone with your parents; they never liked you staying out late. Let alone with Alexander Hamilton. Trouble followed him everywhere he walked.

You shoved your belongings angrily into your bag. You didn’t think about saying goodbye to Alex, you were too annoyed with your parents already. You had two moods with Alex. The first, you laughed at everything he said and you were comfortable. The other was you wanted to just straight up shoot him in the face.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Alex shout, followed by a thump on the wooden loft floor. He had gotten tangled in the blanket and fallen face first to the floor. His hand touched your ankle. You looked down at him, currently in your “other” mood. “Where are you going?” he asked, his hand wrapped around your ankle like a little child begging someone not to go.

He had that kind of look to him. He came across as childish but strong-headed at the same time.

You felt the blanket wrap around your leg, you began to slide across the floor away from the door, back to the sofa. You looked down and about laughed. Alex was dragging his stomach backwards across the floor, both his hands around your ankles. You would have laughed or smiled at this usually, if your father hadn’t just threatened to pull you out of school.

You were attending King’s College, and your dad didn’t want you staying at the college by yourself or being paired with a eccentric roommate. Your family house was only two blocks away from the college. You loved the college and you couldn’t ever imagine what it would feel like to leave. You felt so free here.

So you frowned.

Alex picked himself off the floor and stood up. You cracked a smile as he only came up to your chest. He was always the shortest in any friend group. The person who always stood in the front in school pictures and had to swallow his pride to ask someone to reach for something on the top shelf. Alex was full of only two things; caffeine and rage.

“Hey,” Alex said. “What’s wrong? Why are you leaving?”

“My dad.” you replied, shaking your head. You kept tears from falling. “He is threatening to pull me out of school, because he doesn’t want me to get into any trouble.”

“Education is important.” Alex said.

“Yeah,” you laughed half-heartedly, “I know. I love learning so much and every aspect about it. I wish I could move out entirely, that way my dad wouldn’t have control over me anymore. I just don’t have any place to stay.”

Alex was silent for a moment. Then he said, “You could move in with me.” he said it casually, as if you were two passing neighbors on the street.

“Alex.” you laughed. You shook your head. “That’s crazy. I mean, I don’t know. That would really change things between us.”

He smirked and fell back onto the sofa (he missed the sofa halfway down and landed on the floor, he then stood up and sat down). He patted the sofa suggestively and pulled the blanket from the floor.

“Who cares what your old man says? There is no way he can expect you to walk home in this weather.” Alex gestured to the window. A blizzard was raging on outside. “(Y/N), just stay the night. You don’t have to sleep with me,” he laughed and winked. “Unless you want to.”

You punched him in the arm. He laughed. You shook your head at him and let your head hang in defeat. You were torn. If you went home, you could possibly die in this blizzard. If you stayed, and slept with Alex, or even slept in the same vicinity as him, your father would kill you.

You frowned at the snowflakes painted on the windows.

The radio switched and a jazzy tune played. “Oh no.” you laughed.

You turned around to Alex on his knees singing, “But, baby it’s cold outside.” he took your hands in his and sang to you. You blushed. You shook your head.

“No.” you said. You threw his hands off yours and headed towards the door.

He ran from the sofa, bounding over the cushions and slid in his wool socks across the wooden floor, in front of the door.

“Alex.” you said, hopelessly. “Please. I’ve got to go away.”

“Hey, you gotta sing it.” he said in a sing-song voice.

You rolled your eyes and repeated it, following along with the song.

He pulled you away from the door, to the TV. A burning log on one of those long live streams appeared, he sang, “listen to the fireplace roar.”

You burst out laughing when he sang in a high-pitched voice. “Say, what’s in this drink?” he had ran from the TV to the kitchen. He had picked up a half empty Mountain Dew bottle and gave his best impression of a drunk man.

Alex continued his antics, you spun around watching him run around in every direction putting on a one man show of, “Baby It’s Cold Outside.”

He ran back to you for the last line. He looked at you longingly.

Oh baby it’s cooooold outside.” the two of you sang in unison.

The song faded and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer began to play. “You’re stealing my spotlight, Rudolph!” Alex said, yanking the radio plug out of the wall.

He turned back to you and smiled. He got down on his knees and held out his hands to you. You smiled and placed them in his. “I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice.” you stifled a laugh.

Alex sat back on the sofa and pulled you forward on top of him. You screamed as you fell onto his lap. He threw a blanket over you. You turned to face him. Your faces an inch away. “Your eyes are like starlight now.”

“I wish I knew how, to break this spell.” you stared into his blue eyes.

“Mind if I move in close?” Alex said in a soft non-singing voice. You nodded.

Alex rolled around you, throwing the blanket over the two of you. You were pressed into the sofa cushion, while he sat on top. You both laughed. You turned around to face him. “(Y/N),” he grinned. “It’s cold outside.” he said in a regular voice.

You and Alex shared a look that was filled with a thousand words of understanding and so many other feelings. You put your head on his chest and pulled the blanket around you. Alex reached for the remote and switched off the lights.

“Oh baby, it’s dark in here.” Alex laughed.

A moment away from his lips, you said. “I like it that way.” you took his head gently in your hands. His hands came from under the blanket and ran under your hair. The moment hadn’t passed yet. It was only preparatory. You stared at Alex in the darkness. “Screw it.” you muttered before kissing him.

He pulled away. You frowned at him. “I wish it was colder more often.”

You laughed, your smile returning, as your lips found their way home.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Stella Carlin where both of you like each other a lot but are too shy to do anything. So one day there's a huge rain storm and the electricity is out, and it's really dark, and everyone has to sleep in the cafeteria. When nobody notices, Stella pulls you somewhere private and you guys start making out. Thanks in advance!

It had been a shitty day from the moment I had woken up. They had given me some new inmate that had arrived the night before and hadn’t been given a proper tour of the prison, leaving me to that annoying task. The showers had ran cold by the time I had finished, leaving me to bath in the freezing cold. And now, a storm had hit, making the lights flicker and putting everyone in a bad mood.

“I hate this kind of weather,” I grumbled, running my fingers through my knotty hair, attempting to brush the knots out without needing to find my brush.

“Yeh, it’s really fucking shitty,” Piper sighed, brushing her wet hair out, somehow managing to hit me with droplets of water, even though we were at opposite ends of the bench.

“I swear if the power goes out, I’m gonna jump out a window,” I huffed, hoisting myself up on the bench and swinging my legs childishly, watching her continue to prepare herself for bed. As if on queue, the lights in the bathroom started flicking, before finally going out a moment later. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“Alright ladies, everyone out of the bathroom!” one of the new part time officers came storming into the bathroom, waving her baton in the doorway, glaring at anyone who passed her. “Go to your cubes and get your things, we’re all bunking in the cafeteria!” All the girls let out a loud groan, clutching their towels tighter around their bodies, not wanting to let anything slip, despite a majority of them being into girls anyway.

“This is ridiculous,” I sighed, picking up my discarded towel and toiletries and following the girls towards our cubes, cringing at the sheer darkness of the prison.

“Well atleast this way you’ll get to spend the night with your favourite person…” Piper winked, her eyes wandering to the opposite side of the room where Stella was stood, laughing at something with another inmate, a flash of jealousy rushing through me. “I don’t care how dark it is, if I see your two heads get close to one another, I’ll give you both shit for the rest of your time here…”

“Ok mum,” I rolled my eyes, picking up my mattress and rolling it as best I could, tucking it under my arm, along with some food, a pillow and a book to keep myself entertained. “Let’s just hurry up and go… I want to get a good spot.”

Stella POV

I threw my mattress onto the cold, hard cafeteria floor, looking around at the sheer amount of girls who had gathered into the small area. There were obviously designated areas for each ‘squad’, and Morello had somehow managed to score one of the back corners, giving us all ultimate privacy.

“Alright, who’s bright idea was it to all sleep in here,” Piper huffed, stepping over another inmate and throwing her things onto the floor, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do they realise that we could all die of suffocation?”

“I’d rather that than drowning to death,” Y/N piped up, dropping her mattress next to mine and collapsing onto it, nudging me with her elbow. “You’re my designated cuddle buddy for tonight.” I simply nodded, letting her scoot over so our heads were resting against each others, my arm itching to go around her, but refraining for fear of it being too forward and too in public.

“You’re two are so cute together,” Morello sighed, patting both of our legs softly, making me roll my eyes at her forward comment. “Don’t be sassy with me… We all know you like each other..”

“No we don’t!” We both stated at the same time, blushing at our synchronisation.

“We’re just good friends,” Y/N mumbled, looking down at her hands that were resting in her lap, making me frown slightly at her comment.

“Stella doesn’t look too happy about that,” Piper raised a brow at me, kicking my leg softly. “You have a thing for my baby?”

“Your baby?” Y/N chuckled, lifting her head back up to stare at her friend with a confused look. “I was kidding about the whole mum thing, ya know.”

“I take it quite seriously,” Piper shot me a deadly look, shaking her pointer finger at me. “You treat my baby good, ya hear? If she comes crying to me, I’ll kill you myself…”

“Piper, shut up and go to sleep,” Y/N rolled her eyes, manoeuvring herself so she was lying on her mattress with her head in my lap, my hands automatically running themselves through her hair. “That feels nice…”

“Don’t go to sleep,” I mumbled, tugging on her hair softly, raising a brow when she bit her lip slightly. “You have to stay awake to entertain me…”

“Entertain yourself,” she scoffed playfully, moaning softly when I tugged on her hair a bit harder than before, her bright eyes staring up at me through her lashes, almost challenging me to continue.

“Never knew you were the kinky type…” I chuckled, watching her blush at my comment.

“There’s quite a bit that you don’t know about me…” she muttered softly, her eyes wandering over towards the doorway into the cafeteria. I followed her gaze, noticing a majority of the room was either asleep or reading, with most of the guards slouched against the walls, completely knocked out. I pushed Y/N off my lap, scrambling to my feet and pulling her up with me, tugging her along behind me, tiptoeing across the inmates sprawled across the floor, thankful for the darkness that was keeping us hidden.


“Where the hell are we going?” I whispered, just narrowly dodging stepping on one of the inmates, following the frantic girl towards the abandoned and completely dark hallways. “Stella, we’re going to get caught!”

“Shh,” she shushed me, jiggling doorknobs as she walked down the hallway, finally finding an open room and pushing me inside, closing the door behind us and locking it.

“What are we-” I was cut off by her lips connecting with my own, her arms wrapped around my waist, my own coming to wrap around her neck. I tilted my head to the side slightly, almost collapsing at the feel of her soft lips against my own, her arms being the only thing keeping me upright. The kisses became more frantic, her hands sliding down my back until they were resting just below my bum, lifting me onto the table, standing in-between my open legs. She pulled away from my lips, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks, placing soft kisses all over my face.

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” she breathed out, raising a brow when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging her even closer to me. “What are you doing?”

“Sit on me,” I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her onto my lap so she was straddling me, my hands down resting on her ass.

“I thought you meant something else when you told me to sit on you,” she pouted, making me roll my eyes. “But I guess this is ok…”

“That comes later,” I winked, giving her a cheeky grin, cooing when a soft flush spread across her cheeks, obviously not expecting my forward comment. “But for now, I just wanna make out with you…”

“How romantic…”

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PART 4/?

Pairing: John Murphy x Reader (College AU)
Author: see-the-fandom-imagines
Warnings: arguing? uuuh, again, nothing actually
Word Count: 2679
Tagging: @mogaruke, @johnmurphys-sass, @sugar-coated-reject, @lovelybadgirl01, @ohshitgoddamn, @3ii298
A/N: I am kind of self-conscious about this chapter, not because it’s bad, just because it’s… different? And I kind of ignored my plan… So please tell me what you think!! :) Furthermore it’s awesome that so many of you like this story! Thank you all so much! And thank you @lovelybadgirl01 for your feedback and help with the middle part! 
Summary: Murphy is not Raven

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P1: Your father hating vampires after your mother became one and teaching you how to kill them when you were younger, but you don’t want to do it anymore and you fall in love with Klaus Mikaelson. Imagine Nik finding him years later after he discovers that it’s him who wants to kill the Mikaelson family, so he attempts to torture and kill him but he escapes.

Imagine after the threat of your father, you and Klaus have your final argument. You break up after an explosive fight, and your father wins.

Originally posted by showandwrite

He was sat on the chair in his bedroom, only the lamp on the bedside table illuminating his face. That was all you needed to see that he was furious. Since the meeting with your father and the tense atmosphere that followed, things between the two of you had been strained and you had just needed to get away. You knew now that he was scared, he’d been communicating with Marcel and the Strix, and Elijah had been using Kol and Davina to find out what was happening in the coven. You father had managed to completely change everything in New Orleans, including your relationship with Nik. The two of you had barely been speaking, despite the fact that he moved you into the complex almost immediately after the day you saw your dad. So you had gone out tonight, you’d spent the evening at one of the bars not too far from the quarter and it felt great to not have to deal with the Mikaelson drama or Nik’s mood.
“Where were you?” His tone was cold and cut through the air. You leant on the doorframe and pulled off your high heels.
“Nik, its very late for conversation and I just want to go to bed.” He jumped up out of the seat and snapped on the light as you headed towards the bathroom. He used his speed to block the door and you stepped back, a look of disgust on your face.
“Where were you, [Y/N]?” This time it was even more harsh.
“I met a friend.” You matched his clipped tone and stared straight into his face. You spun round before he could say anything else, giving up on taking off your makeup, and grabbed the pyjamas from the edge of the bed.
“I can tell when your lying.” Klaus’s voice was loud, and you knew he was on the verge of shouting. The sudden outburst shocked you, causing you to jump before turning to face him.
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” You were tempted to yell back, but you were conscious that everyone could already here what was happening between the two of you.
“You’re going to run, aren’t you?” Nik’s voice was softer now, but you could still see the anger in his eyes. “Just like he said you would.”
“I had to get away Nik. What else am I supposed to do? Sit quietly in the corner and not say anything while you and Elijah plot your next move. I don’t want to do that, I can’t do that.” He didn’t say anything at first, just turned round and moved to the other side of the room.
“I am trying to involve you. That’s why I did what I did. Why I moved you into the compound to try and protect you!” He flung his arm out and gestured to the room around him.
You strode across the room to where he was stood, grabbing a bottle of scotch off the bedside table as you went.
“You mean when you moved me in here so you could keep tabs on me.”
He laughed. “So you think that’s why I did it. Seriously?”
“Yes, I do. I know that being here is a sick, sadistic punishment. That’s why you moved me here.” You took a long swig from the bottle. Nik’s face frosted over and the same furious expression took over again.
“Punishment for what?” You knew, and he knew, that you were both thinking of your father. Of the fact that it had become clear exactly one day after you saw him that Nik blamed you, the first night he was kind and sympathetic, telling you he wouldn’t leave you, giving you permission to take Hope and go when things go rough and expressing his love for you. That had lasted just that evening. Now the resentment really set in.
“For my father.” Really this is the first time you had addressed it. The whole family had talked to great lengths about how they were going to fight him, how to win back the quarter, all the normal stuff. But no one had spoken about how you played into it, and the threat that you posed, no one had mentioned the fact that they all blamed you for the threat to their life - even Elijah.
“This has nothing to do with him, this-“
You cut him off-“of course it’s to do with him. Since he turned up, everything always is.”
You took another drink.
“Which part to do you blame me for the most? What’s happening now or the fact that he escaped because of me?” Nik didn’t say anything so you continued. “Am I indebted to you now, do I owe you now? Should I be on my knees begging for forgiveness? Spend my days apologising to you?” You could feel the tears building up in your chest and your voice becoming more hysterical, much louder and shaky. “Live in this cage for you - not even breathe for you! What must I do to earn your forgiveness for who my father is??” Nik’s own eyes were filling with tears but you couldn’t allow yourself to feel bad for what you were saying. It had been too long in the making, if you had talked about it sooner then maybe it wouldn’t have been as explosive as it was becoming.
You could feel yourself ranting but you couldn’t stop. “What should I do? Huh? Let you treat me like a child, become the perfect girlfriend, your possession! Now you tell me who wouldn’t run?”
Silence filled the room and you regarded each other for a moment. Your mind started to fill with images of your relationship together; after Nik had Hope, he’d been to see a witch who told him that he could reproduce on a full moon, so when you two got together you’d discussed children. When he started to become distant after the meeting with your father, you had known the end was near for the two of you, but coming home after the bar - you hadn’t expected it to be tonight.
“You want to know who wouldn’t run?” You had moved away from each other in the fight, but know Klaus walked over to you. “Someone capable of being in a relationship when times are hard, someone capable of not being afraid of being alone.” After your rant, some of the anger had dispersed but now it was back. Klaus was the most terrified person of being alone, that you’d ever met.
“If you were someone capable of being alone, then you wouldn’t keep suffocating me. You’d let me breathe.”
Nik’s face was close to yours now. He was looking down at you, his angry expression matching yours.
“I wasn’t trying to suffocate you. I was trying to protect you.”
“No, you’re trying to protect YOU.”
The tension was building again, and now you were going back and forth. Both of you were getting louder after each sentence.
“I’m trying to save us both.”
“There is no us!” You yelled, right into his face. “There is no children, there is no happiness, there is no future. Not for us. Not anymore.” You turned around and placed a hand on the wall, using it for support, and had yet another drink. There was silence behind you and you knew it was over. The two of you had no more fight left, your father had won.
You sat down on the edge of the bed, the bottle of scotch swilling round in your hand. Nik stood watching you for a moment, before sitting down next to you. Now you both had to just accept it, it had been coming for weeks. Your father had known as soon as he’d made his threat, the pressure was going to be too much for the two of you. You weren’t angry at him, not really, you were angry at the situation. So was he. Without looking at him, you offered the bottle and he took a long drink before passing it back so you could do the same.
“We tried.” He said softly.
This time you did look up at him. Tomorrow you would go, you would back up your stuff and go pack to your old place and think about everything you’ve lost then. Right now, it was late and you were numb. The pain would come tomorrow. “We did.”

Bedtime 16 Apr 17

As my mood takes a nose dive with no discernable reason. Hormone hell isn’t supposed to be until the end of the week, I’ve gotten plenty of sun today, it’s not been too hot (inside) nor too cold, I’ve gotten up and done things, I’ve gotten words and other things done, it’s not been a bad pain day.

Just. Good good good oh gods my brain hates me why.

(Ok, maybe because the AU of an AU that got story words today is currently at a sad part? As in, funeral-is-happening sad. Except usually that doesn’t do that to me.)


Hugs for everyone, and I hope y’all sleep well when you get there! 💜💜💜

Cravings (fic)

Fandom: Bleach

Characters/Pairing: IchiRuki

Summary: “Rukia is hungry.” link:

A/N: Inspired by @deathberryprompts’ prompt of the week “Satisfied.” I disgust myself with how fluffy I made this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or The Notebook like God why do we even have to say it anymore

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A Las Vegas Bathtub Story

This is a story about Las Vegas.

Now, I know if I tell you that, and I tell you I was there on my birthday, and I was driving a rental red convertible Camaro for the occasion and I got pulled over by the cops, you’re going to think this is a very particular sort of story.

But it is not that sort of story.

It was 2013, and I was in Las Vegas for the NCTE conference (already this story has changed in your mind, I can tell), and it was the very last night of the very last day. At that point I had a very limited agenda: do the finest job of sleeping I could possibly imagine in order to not hate and destroy the world when I got up for my exceptionally early flight home.

I feel you can already sense this didn’t go well.

My hotel was pretty fabulous, I have to say, aside from the decor, which I’d describe as “tastefully misogynistic.”* The walls were sound-proofed within an inch of their lives, creating a pleasant, tomb-like existence which encouraged fantasies that I was the only person left on the planet.**

*much like a Cary Grant movie
**later I would regret this

And my room was massive. As I lounged against the kitchen sink and then the couch and then on the bed and then got lost in the palatial two-roomed bathroom, I realized it was larger than my first apartment by several degrees of magnitude.

The hotel room:

My first apartment:

The bathtub alone was larger than my first apartment’s bathroom. In fact, the hotel tub was one of those jetted numbers that promises luxury and indulgence and other words they often say in jewelry commercials. For my part, I don’t like sitting still and I don’t like bubbles, so all I could think was: they could have put a trampoline there instead.***

***Actually, it was Las Vegas. There probably were some rooms with a trampoline option.

But back to my tale. As I got ready for bed after a late night book event, I felt strangely creeped out. You should know that this in itself was unusual. My parents had an affection for old houses in my youth, and I have had an affection for shadows since I was germinated in one, and just, in general, I tend to be the most harmful thing in any given space. These things combine to mean that it’s hard to rattle me.

And yet, I was creeped out.

It is just the poster of the headless naked girl, I told myself. You’re just eager to be home, where her nipples will not glare so resentfully at you.

I turned off the light. I closed my eyes. I began to hear … sounds. Knocking. Thunking. Footsteps?

Recall how before I had been delighted by the room’s soundproofing. I had spent three nights in a tomblike hotel room and now NOW, where was my tomb? Moreover, the noise didn’t seem to be coming from the hall or the rooms adjacent. Instead, the sounds were coming from the bathroom. I’d like to refer you floor plan above. Do you see how it has an interior wall? That is where the sound was coming from — knocks on that. So my first thought was: someone is in here.

I did what any author would do if they believed someone was in their hotel room. I hit the lights, seized the telephone from beside the bed as a weapon, and leapt upright on the mattress. What a threatening and tastefully misogynistic form I must have cut as I bristled in my t-shirt and underwear, clutching a James-Bondesque retro telephone, ready to bash someone’s brains in.

But of course there was no one there.

I turned on all the lights and checked the rooms out, but they were empty. I was in fact the last person on the planet. So I climbed back into bed. I turned off the light.

Sleep, Maggie. Your flight is in six hours.


Knocking! Thumping! Footsteps! The most annoying part was that I knew, now, that they hadn’t been going on while I was investigating the room with the lights on. I began to feel as if Something was toying with me.****

****I do believe in ghosts. I believe in them the same way I believe in albino squirrels. Sometimes, when you see something white, it’s an albino squirrel. But usually it is just a cat.

So I did what any author would if they believed there was a supernatural entity in the room with them. Without turning on the light, I said to the room, “If you’re a ghost, I’m not interested! I have heard far worse and I’m not in the mood!” And I closed my eyes.

Which is when a sound like a plane landing exploded from the bathroom.

I couldn’t immediately figure out what it was. It was, in fact, a stone-cold excellent first-place horror-movie sound. It roared, louder than anything, and it didn’t stop. Its timing had been perfect. And while I still had heard worse, as I had promised the room just a moment before, it had been a very long time.

I will admit, this was when I first quailed.

But I couldn’t just lay there. I very much would have preferred to. But instead I turned on the light, swore hatefully, and made myself go into the bathroom. I expected probably it was the last time, in fact, that I would ever go into a bathroom. Whatever was making the noise was going to kill me and in fact the story of Maggie Stiefvater was going to come to an end on the tiles of a Las Vegas bathroom, as so many stories do.

Spoiler: I did not die. The noise was the bathtub — all the jets had come on. Because I never use the things and because the jets were not really meant to be able to come on without water in the tub, it took me awhile to figure out how to turn them off.

Silence, finally. The hotel room really was tomb-like. Emphasis on tomb. Double emphasis on tombs have dead people in them.

I went back to bed. It took me a bit of resolve to turn off the light this time. I told the room, “I’m sleeping now. You may take a bath by yourself.”

I closed my eyes. Really hard. Like I meant it.

Sleep, Maggie, you have a flight in—


I wish you guys were all right here so I could demonstrate where this next sound happened. If I was telling the story in person, it would involve me slamming one fist into another. And I would do it right beside your face. So you jumped and blinked at me.

Because this sound happened right beside my head, and it came with an actual thump of the bed shaking, as something hit the headboard from my side of the wall.

I turned on the light.

I sat up.

The nipples across the room looked at me pointedly.

I just slept on the plane.*****

*****When I checked out, I told the guy what had happened.
him: oh, that happens a lot.
me: the jets coming on by themselves? So it’s a malfunction?
him: oh, no, creepy things. People ask to change rooms all the time. But it doesn’t help. *laughs*
me: *laughs* *wishes she’d slept in the convertible Camaro*

   “ What you mean I can’t come home? I understand you have a party going on, but I have the trunk and several bags and you promised you’ll pick me up - Petunia, do not hang on me! Petu- Merlin’s saggy balls!” Lily huffed as she looked down at the phone, unsure who to call or what to do - she hasn’t been seating in front of the station for long, but she wasn’t in the mood of staying in the cold either . Looking up, she hoped to spot someone who she could ask for help.

Same Shit ||Nate Maloley||

I dont know what the is to be honest im bored and want to write so here you go im sorry in advance about it being shitty.

     Nate fucking Maloley. That boy would be the death of me one day and I knew that and every time I wanted to leave I couldnt he would pull me back in. He would shower me with compliments and he would tell me how sorry he was and every fucking time I feel back into his arms and then would get hurt again.

     But this time I was done with it all, I was so tired of getting hurt by him. Earlier tonight I went out with a friend and told her about everything that was happening with Nate and she told me that if he wasnt home at a decent time tonight that I should dump him. I decided to listen to her advice because she had been put through the wringer with past relationships so listening to her was the only thing that made sense.

     And sure enough It was 3 in the morning and Nate still wasnt home, he was taking me for granted and im pretty goddamn sure that I could find another man that would treat me like a fucking queen. All these thoughts were spinning through my head but I quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door open and close.

     I could tell that Nate was trying to be slick he probubly thought I was asleep but no I was wide awake and ready to blast his ass. He walked into the living room and I was sitting in my chair waiting for him. He walked in but jumped when he saw me “Baby why are you up still its 3 in the morning you really need to get some sleep.” He said trying to be all sweet “No Nate, im not in the mood to play around with you right now. Where the fuck have you been?” I asked him my cold tone making him flinch “I was in the studio all night.” He lied “Ugh Nate please spare me all the grief and just tell me where the fuck youve been.” I said to him, his hand went to the back of his neck “I uh was out.” He mumbled “Speak up Nate I cant hear you over the sound of your lies.” I spat out, but he stayed quiet and looked down at his shoes.

     I got out of my seat and walked over to him I was about 3 inches away from him so we could be face to face “Nate look at me right now in my pretty brown eyes and you tell me where the fuck youve been.” I was surprised how cold I sounded I could only imagine how Nate felt but oh wait I didnt care how he felt it was his turn to get hurt.

     “I was at the club.” He mumbled his eyes dropping after he told me where he had been “What did you do at the club?” I asked him “Nothing.” He said looking at me his eyed begging me to stop interrogating him “Yeah no stop lying you fucking reek of alcohol.” I said gagging and shoving him back out of my face. “Why are you so mad so what I had a couple of drinks, your acting like I was fucking another bitch.” Nate said adding an all to dramatic eye roll at the end of his ridiculous statement.

     “Wow Nate you really have lost it havent you? Nate you know there are so many boys who would treat me like a fucking queen! And you know what I fucking deserve it, because im a good ass girlfriend to be able to put up with all the shit that you put me through yeah it takes some real fucking dedication.” I spat out walking away from him but he couldnt even look at me because he knew he was wrong. “I know that baby you dont think that I think about that kind of shit all the time. I know that you deserve way better than me.” He said, but I couldnt tell if he was being genuine or not “You know what Nate im going to leave for a few days and while im gone I just want you to think about how fucking lucky you really are to have me because without me you would fall the fuck apart.” I said to him, I grabbed my purse and walked towards the door and I was going to leave but Nate decided to speak up “No dont leave.” He begged me “No Nate im leaving and you can figure out how much you really do need me. So when you figure out how important I am you can call me but im not sure if ill come back or not.” I said slamming the front door and walking to my car and leaving Nate.


there it goes,
I said too much,
it overflowed

I was feeling photogenic since it was warm day for the first day of December! I’ve been listening to a lot of Melanie Martinez… By a lot of, I mean, I’ve been listening to the same three songs on repeat.

Carousel, Pity Party, and Soap. My three moods apparently.


Complexes- Chapter 36

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Sorry if mistakes im tired k bye

Another Saturday night, another game, only this time we didn’t win. It was the last game before winter break so it was kind of a let-down that we didn’t finish on a good note, but then again the team wasn’t that upset about it. Everyone was more hyped up about both class and practice being over for a couple of weeks.

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Cure for the Common Cold

justfangirlingit requested a story where Regina gets sick and the boys take care of her :)

He’s jarred awake at the sound of the medicine cabinet slamming shut and the ragged cough he’s come accustom to over the past few days. His eyes flutter, adjusting to the sunlight that fills the room and as Regina plops back down onto the bed, giving a long and audible sigh as she sniffles, signaling her displeasure.

Robin rolls over and asks groggily, “Still not feeling well, love?” He asks, though the answer to his question is obvious by her demeanor.

She glares at him, groaning as she swipes a Kleenex over her nose. “I’ve conquered entire kingdoms, literally bringing kings to their knees. I cast the dark curse—which wasn’t something just anyone could do—not once but twice, and I created Storybrooke from literally nothing. I’m one of the more powerful sorceresses to have ever lived. ” Her voice drops an octave and her eyes meet his, her brow furrowing as she pouts. “But I can’t manage to cure…the sniffles.”

She’s frustrated, and the bite in her nasal voice is understandable. The boys have a week off from school and she’s been planning mid-winter break excursions for weeks now—things they would do together as a family. And though she’s insisted that Robin and the boys still enjoy the week, she’s missing out—missing them.  According to Henry, she’s never been an easy patient and though she rarely gets sick, when she does, she’s a force to be reckoned with—and she has been. It’s not in her personality to just sit by idly and watch as everyone else goes about their lives, and he wonders if it reminds her of a time when all she was able to do was sit idly and watch as the world went on around her.

 “Should I call Dr. Whale…again?”

“No, that’s a waste of time,” Regina replies sharply, rolling her eyes as she stares up at the ceiling. “He’ll just tell me the cold has to run its course.” She gives a long, labored sigh that’s interrupted by a cough, which only adds to the sourness of her mood.  “Clearly, I should have considered the implications of allowing one to gain their medical credentials from a curse.” Again, she looks at him, adding petulantly, “He’s useless.”

With a soft sigh, he leans in and kisses the top of her head before lifting himself over her to reach for a vile that sits on the nightstand at her side of the bed, then he settles himself on the bed beside her. She watches as he pours the mixture of lemon and thieves oil into his palm and with a soft smile, he takes her hand, pressing his fingers into her skin, rubbing the joints before kissing her palm, “Roll over onto your stomach,” he murmurs, smiling when she nods and does. He sweeps her hair aside and slips his hands beneath the thin, silky fabric of her pajamas, working his hands over her shoulders and upper back, every now and then, he lips in a drops a light kiss at the nape of her neck. He can feel her relaxing, the tension subsiding.

“That feels nice,” she murmurs as his fingers continue to work their magic. “Don’t stop, okay?”

“I won’t,” he assures her—and he doesn’t not until she’s long been asleep. It’s not until he hears footsteps on the stairs that he gets out of bed, realizing that the boys are awake.

He finds them both in the kitchen, Roland still in his pajamas as Henry prepares two bowls of cereal.

“Is mom still sick?” Henry asks, looking up as he enters the room, nodding his response.

“She’s been sick all week,” Roland says with an empathetic frown. “It’s not fair. I don’t even want to go ice skating now. It won’t be the same without her.”

Henry and Robin exchange looks. “I’m glad you brought that up,” Robin begins, as he joins and Henry join Roland at the table. “Being sick is hard enough, but I think she’s feeling worse because she’s missing the two of you. So, I was thinking that instead of ice skating this afternoon, maybe we could…spend the day in. Have a family day at home.”

“We could rent movies, make some soup,” Henry suggests. “When I was little, whenever I got sick she’d make this special soup that always made me feel better.” He grins, “She used to tell me it worked because it was magic.”

Grinning, Robin nods; but before he can speak, Roland cuts in. “I think we should eat popsicles, too. Popsicles always make me feel better.”

“Popsicles are a must,” Robin tells him with a wink. “So, it’s a plan, then?” He asks, looking between the boys.

“Definitely,” Henry confirms with a grin, as he gets up to grab a wooden recipe box from the cabinet.

The task of locating the recipe is an easy one. They find it quickly in Regina’s recipe box, a post-it indicating that its Henry’s favorite when he’s sick.

Robin and Henry spend the rest of the late morning working on the soup recipe, complete with homemade crackers also from Regina’s recipe box. All the while Roland picks a few movies to stream and makes a ‘Get Well Soon’ card. When it’s finally ready, Robin cleans up while Henry sets up the family room. They laugh as they decide Roland to send Roland to wake her—he’s the youngest and the cutest, therefore the least likely to annoy her.

Grabbing a popsicle, he runs off to wake her, glad to be included in something more than coloring.

The task of waking her is harder than anticipated, though; but when her eyes finally being to flutter open, Roland is sitting there at the foot of her bed with a grin and sticky fingers.

 “You’re awake!” He declares as his grin deepens, and despite her annoyance at her inability to breathe properly though her nose, she smiles at the boy. “I had a popsicle for you, but…it started to melt.” He holds up his hands to reveal sticky red patches and a popsicle stick. “So, I had to eat it.”

In spite of herself, Regina laughs. “That’s okay, sweetheart.”

“It was the last red one, too,” he tells her. “But,” he begins with a lopside grin, “There are still purple ones, so you won’t get stuck with orange.”

Again, she laughs out and this time sits up, pushing away her cough. “Well, purple the color of royalty.” Roland smiles and Regina pats the empty space on the bed beside her. But Roland hesitates. “Umm…why don’t we go downstairs?”

She narrows her eyes, but grins. “Why?”

“Ummm…” he blinks. “Because…we kind of have a surprise for you. I wasn’t supposed to tell you, but…”

“You have a surprise for me?” She asks as her grin widens.

“And it’s downstairs.”

“Is this why you’re not ice skating right now?” She asks as she climbs out of the bed and Roland takes her by the hand, the pang of guilt in her voice goes undetected by the boy as he nods at her, smiling as he leads her.

When they arrive in the family room, Henry and Robin are there. The TV is on and a tray sits on the coffee table  holding a steaming bowl. Robin steps forward, taking her hand and leading her to couch and helping her settle.

 “We made you soup, Mom,” Henry tells her with a smile. “It’s the…”

“…the one I used to make for you when you were sick,” she realizes, looking up at him. Tears brim in her eyes, but she shakes her head and bats the back of her hand over her eyes. “You remembered…”

“Of course I did.”

She smiles back, then looks from Roland to Robin, “You guys didn’t have to do this. You should be ice-skating right now.”

“We wanted to,” Henry insists, as he sits beside her, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “And, this seemed like a lot more fun, anyway. We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you guys, too.” She sniffles, batting her hands at the back of her eyes. “I can’t cry. It’ll make my nose run and that will be unpleasant for all of us.”

Robin laughs and hands her a new box of Kleenex, “That’s what these are for.”

She takes the box, watching as Robin lifts Roland onto his lap. He drops the card onto her lap and she looks at it for a moment and again, tears being to well as she looks at a crayon-drawn family picture of the four of them, the five year old’s handwriting spelling out ‘Feel better soon. We love you.’

“Make sure you eat the soup,” Roland tells her. He grins, “It’ll make you feel better because it’s magic.”

They all laugh and Regain smiles as she looks the three men in her life, “It has to be,” she tells Roland with a wink. “Because I’m feeling better already.”