this is going to turn into something more eventually

Toad Words

            Frogs fall out of my mouth when I talk. Toads, too.

            It used to be a problem.

            There was an incident when I was young and cross and fed up with parental expectations. My sister, who is the Good One, has gold fall from her lips, and since I could not be her, I had to go a different way.

            So I got frogs. It happens.

            “You’ll grow into it,” the fairy godmother said. “Some curses have cloth-of-gold linings.” She considered this, and her finger drifted to her lower lip, the way it did when she was forgetting things. “Mind you, some curses just grind you down and leave you broken. Some blessings do that too, though. Hmm. What was I saying?”

            I spent a lot of time not talking. I got a slate and wrote things down. It was hard at first, but I hated to drop the frogs in the middle of the road. They got hit by cars, or dried out, miles away from their damp little homes.

            Toads were easier. Toads are tough. After awhile, I learned to feel when a word was a toad and not a frog. I could roll the word around on my tongue and get the flavor before I spoke it. Toad words were drier. Desiccated is a toad word. So is crisp and crisis and obligation. So are elegant and matchstick.

            Frog words were a bit more varied. Murky. Purple. Swinging. Jazz.

I practiced in the field behind the house, speaking words over and over, sending small creatures hopping into the evening.  I learned to speak some words as either toads or frogs. It’s all in the delivery.

            Love is a frog word, if spoken earnestly, and a toad word if spoken sarcastically. Frogs are not good at sarcasm.

            Toads are masters of it.

            I learned one day that the amphibians are going extinct all over the world, that some of them are vanishing. You go to ponds that should be full of frogs and find them silent. There are a hundred things responsible—fungus and pesticides and acid rain.

            When I heard this, I cried “What!?” so loudly that an adult African bullfrog fell from my lips and I had to catch it. It weighed as much as a small cat. I took it to the pet store and spun them a lie in writing about my cousin going off to college and leaving the frog behind.

            I brooded about frogs for weeks after that, and then eventually, I decided to do something about it.

            I cannot fix the things that kill them. It would take an army of fairy godmothers, and mine retired long ago. Now she goes on long cruises and spreads her wings out across the deck chairs.

            But I can make more.

            I had to get a field guide at first. It was a long process. Say a word and catch it, check the field marks. Most words turn to bronze frogs if I am not paying attention.

            Poison arrow frogs make my lips go numb. I can only do a few of those a day. I go through a lot of chapstick.  

            It is a holding action I am fighting, nothing more. I go to vernal pools and whisper sonnets that turn into wood frogs. I say the words squeak and squill and spring peepers skitter away into the trees. They begin singing almost the moment they emerge.

            I read long legal documents to a growing audience of Fowler’s toads, who blink their goggling eyes up at me. (I wish I could do salamanders. I would read Clive Barker novels aloud and seed the streams with efts and hellbenders. I would fly to Mexico and read love poems in another language to restore the axolotl. Alas, it’s frogs and toads and nothing more. We make do.)

            The woods behind my house are full of singing. The neighbors either learn to love it or move away.

            My sister—the one who speaks gold and diamonds—funds my travels. She speaks less than I do, but for me and my amphibian friends, she will vomit rubies and sapphires. I am grateful.

            I am practicing reading modernist revolutionary poetry aloud. My accent is atrocious. Still, a day will come when the Panamanian golden frog will tumble from my lips, and I will catch it and hold it, and whatever word I spoke, I’ll say again and again, until I stand at the center of a sea of yellow skins, and make from my curse at last a cloth of gold.

Terri Windling posted recently about the old fairy tale of frogs falling from a girl’s lips, and I started thinking about what I’d do if that happened to me, and…well…

How to Make Your Villain Domestic but Still Evil

It’s the oxymoron that attracts us. Billowing black cape, terrifying worldviews, a willingness to make the streets run red with blood – and you know what would be hilarious? Them trying and failing to make morning pancakes. You know what would really hit us in the feels? Watching them show tenderness around a special someone.

Having a villain with a domestic side is lassoing a black hole, and it’s a tantalizing thing to watch. However, anyone who’s indulged in these daydreams with their own villains has probably encountered one very specific issue: it makes them less evil. They lose their edge.

For example, look at Crowley from CW’s Supernatural. This was a guy to be feared at one point; arriving out of nowhere at unexpected times, always playing both sides of the conflict, and you could be certain he would skin anyone necessary to get what he wanted – usually without getting a single drop of blood on his impeccable suit.

Flash forward to recent seasons, and we’ve seen Crowley cry and whimper more times than Dean has died –which is saying something. At first, it was fascinating to discover this powerful character actually had a tender side; and now, when Crowley makes a threat, we’re about as afraid as when any low-level demon makes one. This is because his evil was too compromised. He let himself go.

How can we avoid this mistake with our villains? The answer isn’t making them crush puppies and hate butterflies at every turn; it’s in balancing their core scariness with their softer side – giving them complexity, giving us a bit of “aww,” and making their eventual whiplash back into ‘terrifying’ all the more wonderful.

For this, we’re going to use Epic of Lilith by Ivars Ozols as an example. This book centers on arguably the original female villain – Lilith, the first woman of the Garden of Eden, who got on the “good guys’” bad side by refusing to submit to someone who was clearly her equal. There won’t be any spoilers below, but if you give the book a read (it’s an easy page turner), the points will be driven home stronger.

Plus it’s a book with a great female villain who isn’t objectified (don’t let the cover fool you, seriously) and prose that isn’t full of sexual over- or undertones. Talk about a win, eh?

Here we go.    

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Nothing More [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 8.7k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

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Originally posted by katherine8595

Having a secret for so long that suddenly becomes public was uncomfortable and dread inducing. A part of you you’d kept locked away from prying eyes for years had not only been thrown into the spotlight, but shown to the one person you hadn’t wanted to see it. You felt naked, you hadn’t been ready to let the world know you were completely in love with Byun Baekhyun, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. The weight of keeping it hidden was gone off your shoulders but they still remained sagged from the pain in your chest.

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20 Autobot Leaders Rated by How Much I Want to Punch Them

Starting with the big guy, the granddaddy of them all, G1 Optimus Prime. He’s like a father to me. I can’t in good conscience punch him, even if he sometimes deserves it for bad puns. 1/10 punchability I just can’t do it 

Rodimus Prime ranks high in the punchability for some because when Optimus died in the original movie, it traumatized kids so much that all their negative feelings got channeled into unbridled rage towards the guy who replaced him. However, I hate those guys because they became insufferable as adults, so that really just lowers Roddy’s punchability for me personally. 4/10 punchability he still kind of deserves it though 

Grimlock led the Autobots for a length of time I can’t remember after Optimus died in the Marvel comics. His was a reign of terror. I can’t decide if his jughead crown is kickin or if i want to kick it off him. 7/10 punchability he gets some lenience for his childlike innocence

Another Marvel comics leader was Fortress Maximus, who was also Cerebros. He was also the leader in the Headmasters anime after Rodimus flew off into space forever but I don’t think he actually had a personality in that. He’s a matryoshka of Autobot leaders with each getting smaller and more punchable than the last, ending in Moody College Student Spike Witwicky, who is thankfully the first one on this list who I don’t have to climb something to punch in the face. 9/10 punchability I’m a very short person so I might have to climb something anyways but that isn’t going to stop me

Last Marvel comics character, I swear. Captain Picard Hi-Q binary bonded with Optimus for a while, then Optimus died (this was about the third time), and Hi-Q eventually turned into Optimus so we just considered Optimus alive again. Don’t think too hard about it. 3/10 punchability I really like Star Trek TNG so I probably wouldn’t punch him

Ginrai’s robot self looks exactly like Optimus Prime, but he isn’t. Why he looks like him is sort of hand-waved away in the anime. The real-life reason, of course, is because he was just the Japanese release of Powermaster Optimus Prime. Ginrai is really good because he talks like an American teenager even when his robot form separated from his human self to become the Autobot commander at the end of Super-God Masterforce. 0/10 punchability I just can’t really punch a guy wearing converse, skinny jeans, and suspenders

Star Saber makes me forget that the Autobots were ever good guys. I don’t think he even has a personality outside of “noble and heroic leader.” He adopted a human son and tried to send him to a Catholic school but he doesn’t even buy him a uniform. The kid barely even goes to school in the end. 9/10 punchability don’t adopt a human if you’re not prepared to care for him

Optimus Primal is a good Autobot leader because he never even set out to be anything more than a captain on one ship but ended up sacrificing himself to bring life back to the planet, probably sparking a religious following. He won the “Power of the Primes” vote so he’s got to have a pretty low punchability, but he also looks like his malleble gorilla face would feel nice on my powerful fist. 5/10 punchability when POTP stuff starts coming will his name change to “optimus primal prime”?

Lio Convoy being a cat makes me not want to punch him so much. However, he isn’t a good father. Don’t worry about the kid not really being his son in any sense of the term. Why is ineptitude at fatherhood a recurring theme for Autobot leaders? 8/10 punchability Lio Junior deserved better

I’ll admit that Beast Wars Neo is the only thing on this list that I haven’t seen or read any of, so Big Convoy is mostly here for completion’s sake. Hence I’m rating him entirely on his appearance. Mostly I wouldn’t want to punch a mammoth, because they’re extinct, but I think he could take it. It would be a good workout for both of us. 10/10 punchability no hard feelings, we’re just two dudes lovingly punching each other

In Japan, he’s known as Fire Convoy, continuing their tradition of Autobot leader names, but in the west he’s the first-ever reboot of Optimus Prime. I don’t have a lot of opinions on him as a person or leader, but his existence opened the floodgates of Optimus Primes to come, which I have mixed feelings on. 5/10 punchability I can’t think of a reason to punch him, but I also can’t think of a reason not to

Armada Optimus Prime suffers from being Armada Optimus Prime. I think this was when they really managed to distill “Optimus Prime” down into its truest form. No longer was Optimus Prime a character, but a concept that extended beyond fiction and into our world. Optimus Prime means something. Optimus Prime is a figure for justice, honor, and liberty. 8/10 punchability I still can’t forget Energon though

Do I have to say anything. I’m not even somebody who vehemently dislikes Hot Shot, but for the love of god, why did he ever get to be a leader. 6/10 punchability I’d punch him but I wouldn’t put a lot of force into it, he’s not even worth it

Movie Optimus Prime is. uh. something else, all right. I can admire the movie taking the idea of Optimus Prime and going “okay, but what if he was also a murderbeast?” because I think that’s something we all really wanted to see play out. In practice it kind of scares me. 2/10 punchability I’m worried if I went for his face I’d no longer have mine

Animated Optimus Prime is a good boy. A baby boy. He’s trying his best in a world that seems against him. We all love him. 0/10 punchability I simply can’t bring myself to mar those luscious lips

I’m sure Animated Ultra Magnus did some great things during the war, but, yunno, seeing how Cybertron under him during peacetime is sort of a Stratocracy, I question his fitness to be the leader of a planet. They really gonna let the government run experiments on civilians? Okay. Alright. 4/10 I don’t want to punch him per se but I do sort of want to lead an armed rebellion against him

Hhh. HHHH. HOOGH. HHHAAAHH. HEH. HHhhhHHH. Just seeing Sentinel Prime’s face fills me with anger. If let loose, this rage could level mountains, sink continents, and incinerate entire solar systems. If there is any good in the cosmos, Sentinel Prime will not go unpunched. His face will be shattered into pieces with the sheer power of my unbridled fury. 10,000/10 punchability I have already punched him, spiritually, and I will do it again

I mean, alright. Prime Optimus Prime is kind of the distilled essence of Optimus Prime. If you took all the other Optimus Primes, and took all the things they had in common, and then took out a little bit of the anger because let’s be real here all the other Optimus Primes are quite a bit angrier than this one, you’d get Aligned Optimus Prime. Which is kind of how the Aligned continuity as a whole works. So, yeah, That Sure Is Optimus Prime. 3/10 punchability his soft-spoken words of wisdom would calm me down before I ever even raised my fist

Heatwave is the quintessential non-Optimus Autobot leader. He’s noble and courageous with a good sense of justice, but he was thrust into leadership without being the best and it and is a bit of a hothead. You can use that exact sentence to describe so many of the bots on this list. 4/10 punchability I don’t want to use violent methods when it comes to Rescue Bots but sometimes Heatwave’s personality warrants it 

I honestly can’t believe it took 30 years for a Bumblebee to be leader for reals. It happened so gradually that nobody was surprised when it happened, and yet it also feels like nobody can really accept it. I know I can’t. He doesn’t even look like any Bumblebee. Is this how longtime G1 fans felt when the Unicron trilogy started reusing names for different-but-not-wholly-different characters to keep the trademarks? 8/10 punchability we know you stole your schtick from Hot Rod via Hot Shot so stop trying to act like you’re so special 

Yes, Oppa

Hoseok
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3430-ish
When faced with Jung Hoseok, how could you not be a tease? Just a little?

A/N: There might definitely be a second part. Involving that goddam dancer’s body. I’ve been struck and killed by the Hobi train, along with @yoongis-sass, and it is to be war between us. A fic war. Oops.

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

You loved all the boys. They were your closest friends and brothers, and even if you didn’t get to spend as much time with them as you would other friends, they were really the only friends you needed.

Especially Hoseok. But in a different way. You were, without a doubt, 300% in love with Hoseok. His smiles, his laughter, his warm hugs and unfailing kindness. His unintentional and incredible sexiness. Just to begin with.

And when faced with Jung Hoseok, you couldn’t help but be a tease. Just a little.

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✛ Dates with Wanna One ✛

Yoon Jisung:
-coffee dates where he makes you laugh so hard that you almost spit coffee all over him
-stay at home dates where you guys have meme face competitions that end up with ong joining in and winning
-garden dates because this boy needs his aesthetic photos so guess who’s ready to take them for him
-video chat dates where you two chat, eat snacks and talk about how much you miss each other and getting blackmail on the boys

Ha Sungwoon:
-blanket fort dates cus he’s a child that needs to be protected and loved which you can do in there
-shopping dates where he gets you clothes and you get him insoles then proceeding to laugh at it thinking that it was a funny joke but he actually wore them
-soccer dates where you guys don’t even play soccer more like kick the ball around and throw the ball into the goal while the other isn’t looking
-Polaroid dates where you waste all your film taking cheesy pictures of each other around the house and in the neighborhood

Hwang Minhyun:
-bookstore dates where you too find books and kind of just sit there reading while holding hands and the occasional cheek kiss
-cleaning dates where you somehow make chores seem fun by giving each other random back hugs and kisses while watching Minhyun do his little dance and listening to music
-walk in the park dates so you two can clear your minds and destress and talk while making a stop at a juice place so he can get his grapefruit juice
-movie dates whenever there’s a new marvel or really any superhero movie out cus Minhyun will drag your ass to make you go see it with them so you just stuff your face with stale popcorn and cotton candy he paid for

Ong Seongwoo:
-late night drives around Seoul, actually pretty much anywhere so you two can park the car somewhere private and make out or talk about life, your pick
-bathtub dates with two glasses of wine and a bunch of pretty ass bath bombs and ong making you laugh your ass off
-Walmart dates at 2am with you two messing around in the toy section and riding bikes in there but then getting kicked out
-zoo dates where he tries to impersonate all the animals you see and you doing the same to him while the old couple right by you are like ‘da faq’

Kim Jaehwan:
-karaoke dates where you make him do rap songs but get amazed everytime bcus he’s good at rap too
-stargrazing dates because he’s cheesy like that but then when it’s all cute and stuff you hear his laugh and you are like ‘why’
-Cheesecake Factory dates where you guys just try a bunch of samples and then end up buying a bunch of cheesecake and somehow finishing it later that night
-concert dates where you sit and enjoy the music while Jaehwan is secretly preparing to make a cover of whatever group you’re seeing

Kang Daniel:
-dance dates where he tries to teach you how to break dance but you end up with a sprained wrist and a sorry Daniel so now you watch him dance and he teaches you the very basics
-pet cafe dates where you have to stop Daniel from adopting another cat and invest in a puppy instead
-beer dates where you two just sit in your living room with two cans of beer and a whole lot to talk about which usually ends up with a make out session
-snowman dates where you two compete for the best snowman but it ends up with both of them destroyed and you guys just making snow angels

Park Jihoon:
-mall dates where you say no to all of the outfits he tries on but end up buying matching ugly outfits hat only he can wear
-bowling dates where you two make stupid ass bets that once ended up with you getting sick from drinking expired milk while Jihoon laughed at you
-Disney date where you two have those mickey and minnie mouse ear headbands on and take a shitload of photos while eating churros
-picnic date which some of his friends crashed but it was okay because they bought you two ice cream after Jihoon promised never to do the Gugugaga thing ever again

Park Woojin:
-walk in the park dates where he speaks in his Busan dialect and trying to teach you but it ends up with you two laughing your ass off
-fair dates where he will try to be romantic so you two get on the ferries wheel and when he tries to kiss you at the top, he misses and face planted the wall
-lake dates where it’s late at night but you two go swimming anyways but you failed to realize that you forgot towels
-rain dates where he dances in the rain and you record him which somehow leads to a kiss in the rain cus y'all are cliche af

Bae Jinyoung:
-yogurt dates where you two just sit around and decorate frozen yogurt while talking about life and are tempted to smash yogurt in each other’s faces everytime one of you says something stupid
-animal shelter dates so you two can play with the puppies and take nice photos of each other which ends up with you guys eventually adopting one but it stays at your house
-water park dates where you guys play in the wave pool or hang out in the lazy river only to complain about how hot the cement is when you go back up
-flea market dates so you can buy some churros and get Jinyoung more bucket hats and buy a 15 dollar speaker that turns out to be pretty good

Lee Daehwi:
-festival dates where he tries to win you a stuff animal but you end up winning one for him while he’s pouring but that’s okay cus he buys you all the fatty food you want
-music room dates where you lay around somewhere and let him do his thing but sometimes he just plays a random notes and makes a weird ass song about you on the spot
-finger painting dates where you guys start flicking paint at each other but it ended up with one of you pouring pain on the others head and a mad Minhyun that tells you to clean up
-park dates where you fly a kite and enjoy the sunshine until suddenly it starts raining and now you’re stuck at Starbucks playing rock-paper-scissors to see who has to go buy the other another cookie

Lai Guanlin:
-home dates cus y'all are young and cheap so you end up eating pizza rolls while laughing at funny cat videos
-dance studio dates ft. some other members and sometimes Seonho because this boy is a hardworking child that needs help and tbh you’re there for moral support
-pizza dates in your car or at the park at midnight cus you’re afraid a wild Seonho is gonna show up at your house
-ikea dates where you just look around and get samples

Scarlet Envy (m) | one

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Soulmate!Reader
Genre: angst / eventual smut
Word Count: 6.1k
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is one of the most powerful vampires in Aether. He holds the literal keys to the world and never in a million years, would you have imagined to find him bloodied and barely conscious in a back alley.
Author’s Note: I proudly present the first part of Scarlet Envy! Buckle up, ‘cause it’s gonna be a wild ride. By the way, let me know if I should do a glossary, I’ve been toying with the idea. As always, no set update schedule because I suck at time management lol Enjoy!

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The Ekstase is a swank place, with its chandeliers, upholstered seats and tasteful decor. The ongoing theme of gold and leather makes it look timeless, despite just being about 2 years old and the oak furnishing accentuates the fact nicely. You’ve been employed at the bar and lounge for quite some time, having stumbled upon the job opportunity through a friend of yours. Everything about it seemed perfect, you were being well paid and the environment was respectful, definitely a nice upgrade from being a cashier at your local convenience store back home.

It’s the owners, who make it a foul place to you now. They treat people with lesser means as inferior, laughing and sneering at anyone who hesitates and blanches at the sight of the outlandish prices required to buy any of the beverages being served. You hate the pretentiousness of it all, but you luckily did not have to witness a scene like that unfold too often, as anyone who earns under 120,000 gemmae usually does not enter anyway.

As a result of Paul and Katya’s elitist beliefs, security is of utmost importance to them, though. Their fear of being stolen from went so far as to have defence charms prevalent in every corner of the Ekstase, leaving you dizzy whenever you walked by. They affect you very badly with their aggressive magic, the owners, of course, opting for the pugnacious kind when presented the various kinds of defensive wards.

It is no surprise, then, that the backdoor is also ridden with defensive magic, leaving an unpleasant tingle on your skin as you push against the cold metal. The door is also heavy, which ultimately leaves you breathless when you finally step outside into the stormy night after your very last shift at the Ekstase. Raindrops hit your face harshly and you pull up your oversized scarf as to assure that the cold will not penetrate you through your clothing.

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Since the beginning of summer, Dipper has been obsessed with mystery ever since he found Ford’s journal 

 He investigated Mabel’s boyfriend 

He investigated the Loch Ness Monster

He tried to find out who murdered the wax Grunkle Stan

He wondered about ghosts

He wanted to find out who the real town founder was

He wondered how timelines work

He wanted to find a mysterious way to get taller

He wondered the body swap carpet worked

He became suspicious about Robbie’s CD

He wanted to find the beast that attacked the town 

He wanted to know why Stan was always rough on him

He wanted to know what the thing was that was stealing his and Mabel’s  Summerween candy

He wanted to know about Stan’s tattoo

He wanted to learn about the mysterious mailbox

He wanted to know why a mysterious Gravity Falls citizen always faces left

He wanted to know where the giant tooth came from

He wanted to find the Hide-Behind

He wanted to learn about the big mysteries in Gravity Falls

He wanted to learn about the author’s secret bunker

He wanted to know the password to the laptop 

He wanted to know who the author was 

He wanted to know why the townspeople’s memories were getting erased

He wanted to know why Soos hates his birthday 

He investigated the ghost haunting Northwest Manor

He wondered who his Grunkle Stan was

When he found out who the author was, he had so many questions for him

He wanted to know his Grunkles’ backstory

He was curious about what his Grunkle Ford was working on

He wanted to know the history between Ford and Bill 

He wondered what the phrase “New Mummies Daily!” meant

And he went on an adventure with Ford to find the alien adhesive to fix the rift

He’s been through a lot of mysteries this summer 

Mysteries are his passion

And when Ford asked Dipper to be his apprentice, Dipper eventually turned it down. Why? Why did Dipper give up on something that he loved and obsessed over since the beginning of summer? Why did he give up on a big dream he had? 

Because of her folks. 

That’s right. Dipper loves his sister more than anything. And instead of living his dream and following his big passion, he chose to go home with his sister.

Now that is truly amazing :*)

Imagine Daryl being protective of you because of how clumsy you are and getting worried when he doesn't find you

(Soooo yay for some DARYL FLUFF :D Hope it is as requested and you all like it :) I tried my best to come up with the rest of a plot so hope it isn’t too bad xD Gif not mine/found it on google/Credit to the original owners.)

It was early morning and you were already up, preparing yourself to go on a run. It wasn’t something common for you but today you just had to.

It was Daryl’s birthday and you had to get something to prepare a little surprise for him. He deserved it you thought.

From the day, he met you he had been keeping you safe and much more than the others in the group, you could tell. He was always going out of his way to keep you close, standing in front of you to keep walkers away and such, you just had to repay him somehow.

Not to mention, that he admitted to you to never really having had any sort of celebration for his birthday, just made you want to do it for him even more.

Carefully preparing your bag, you finally finished and made sure to quietly step out the house, so the others wouldn’t know, especially the birthday boy.

The sun was out and you could tell it was going to be a rather beautiful day and you couldn’t have hoped for any better. With a smile, you asked for the gate to be open and were finally on your way to the nearest town to prepare the celebrations.

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Feeling like something was off, Daryl tossed and turned in his bed. Eventually, he gave up on sleep but as he opened his eyes the sun blinded him through the window, making him realize how he must’ve slept in.

He quickly got dressed for the day but while doing so, he just couldn’t brush the uncomfortable feeling away from him. He quickly stepped out of his room and instantly noticed your door still closed.

It wasn’t odd for you to still be asleep at this hour, he thought and smiled to himself as he leaned against his door. Carefully, he closed his door and just thought of going into your room to surprise you.

He tiptoed his way to your door and held onto the doorknob, slowly turning it before opening it wide. He wanted to scream at you and laugh but you weren’t there.

Your bed was empty. His eyes widened slightly, thinking to himself the countless of times your door would be left open the moment you stepped out of the room and how this wasn’t in your habit.

He quickly rushed down the stairs to check if you were anywhere in the house and soon enough started to call to you. However, nothing. Pacing to the front door, he quickly opened it and took notice of everyone around.

Among them, you were nowhere to be found. Stepping down the stairs, he looked around for you and tried to subtly hide his worry about you.

He could feel his heart racing nervously and started to struggle hiding his feelings. Bumping into Rick, he jumped and felt the other man gripping his arm.

“Daryl?! Y-You okay?!” he asked him.

He looked at Rick trying to reassure him, nodding and shrugging, not wanting to alarm the others around who might pass.

“Y-Yeah i’m fine…Why?”

Rick chuckled at those words and shook his head in disbelief.

“Because you don’t look like it…Come on what’s wrong?”

Shifting his gaze around, he knew he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore and told him in a lower voice of his worries.

“It’s Y/N…She ain’t in her room or the house…I got worried and i’m looking for all over but still nothing…”

At that Rick chuckled and just felt like he should’ve realized the obvious. Since he came across you, there wasn’t a time when Daryl couldn’t be seen right next to you and keeping you company.

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From the way you were, it wasn’t hard to want to stay by your side and literally keep you safe. You were probably the clumsiest person he and Daryl have ever met.

You could be doing the simplest task in the world, like getting yourself a cup of water yet somehow you’d manage to come back with a few bruises that you had no idea of. At times, he wondered as to how you even got this far, as even your personality was far too bright and trusting of others for people to not just take advantage of you.

Nonetheless, luckily for you, you stumbled upon them out of all people and have since been in their protection. Everyone had a habit of keeping their eyes out for you, from pulling you out of the way from bumping into tree branches to putting the safety on your gun to just making sure you weren’t pointing the gun towards yourself when you’d talk to them, basically anything they were always there for you.

Your clumsiness was even worst than that of Eugene, he had thought and was just glad that Daryl even went the extra mile to even stay literally as close as he could to you. Having witnessed all of that, hearing news of you not being anywhere to be found, he started to worry and look around as well.

~~~

Rubbing his chin, he continued, “Man I ain’t gonna lie it’s kinda scary to not see her…What if she trapped herself somewhere…or worst got herself stuck in something…”

Rick nodded along and patted Daryl’s shoulder to beckon him to follow.

“Well if she’s not here, then come on let’s go ask the others if they’ve seen her…”

Daryl followed along and the two continued their search for you, asking the others if they’ve seen you. Meanwhile, you were practically having the time of your life scavenging around an abandoned town.

You found a few things to make for a celebration and were already at the task to him a gift. You cursed yourself for your procrastination on not doing so earlier in the week and just had to deal with quickly finding something and then having to sneak back in.

Looking around the store, you then got angry at yourself again, for not having even asked him as to what he might like, making you sigh and just keep walking around until you’d find something interesting.

~~~

After having talked to nearly everyone, Daryl got pissed and just felt his heart dropping. He couldn’t ever stand the thought of you even deciding to leave on your own, making him come to his own conclusion that someone might’ve take you away or something.

He growled and just wanted to punch a wall or something after everyone denied seeing you. Rick tried his best to comfort him but nothing would seem to calm down.

Coming across the last few people, Daryl marched over to them by the gate and they could tell he was actually ready to go out and look for you.

Not even bothering to excuse himself, he simply yelled at, “Hey! Did any of you see Y/N?!”

“Yeah…I opened the gate for her this morning…”

At the sound of the familiar voice behind him, his rage made him turn around and already run over to tackle, none other than Tobin.

He had him pinned against the gate and was already yelling at the top of his lung at the other man and getting in his face.

“Are you fucking shitting me now?! The hell were you thinking?! Don’t you have a brain to think?!”

All choked up, he couldn’t answer him properly and had to wait until Rick pulled Daryl off of him.

Confused about the situation, he answered simply in between cough. “I-I just did as she asked me too…”

“I swear if anything happens to her…She comes back with a flu, a cough, a single scratch on her, even a missing strand of her hair…Anything! i’ll make you regret ever opening that damn gate for her!”

Daryl’s sense of protectiveness and anger had just come out in that moment. He couldn’t believe anyone would be even this clueless when it came to your safety and didn’t want to let go of it so easily.

He tried his best to fight and get away from Rick’s grasp.Trying to calm him down, Rick told him, “Alright…It’s alright…We’ll just go out and find her!”

He grunted and got out of his grasp, ready to go march over to get his crossbow, all while glaring at the culprit.

~~~

As he took a few steps away, a sudden shriek of struggle and loud thump could be heard against the walls. Instantly, Rick pulled out his gun while Daryl instantly rushed to open the gate.

From the simple tone of voice, he knew it was you. Slamming the gate open, he stepped out and called out to you, looking around to see as to where you were.

Instantly, you giggled to see his worried shake of head and called to him.

“Daryl! Up here! Look, i’m almost completely up the fence!”

He finally looked your way and could nearly feel his heart jump out of his chest. You were completely disheveled and he could only imagine the struggle you must’ve encountered. Joining him, Rick felt the same and pushed Daryl towards where you were hanging upon the gate.

As they both walked over closer, you didn’t even noticed or really felt the pain your body was suffering from the slip up you had while trying to climb up the gate and just had to throw a joke at them.

“Hey guys…How’s it hanging, am I right?!”

In a fit of confusion and anger, Daryl could only yell at you in disbelief as to how you could even joke around from so high up.

“What the hell?! You think you’re so funny? You got us all worried here?! How did you even get up there?! Oh god…You stay still! Don’t you move a freaking inch until I get there!”

At that you got scared and stayed quiet until they walked back in to try and pull you up from the inside. You gripped onto the side as much as you could and did as he asked.

Trying to get comfortable, you slipped slightly and let out another shriek. At that, Daryl freaked out even more and backed up to go join you from the outside instead.

Rick tried to get him back but pushing him off, he ran to join you. He couldn’t stand the idea of you hurting yourself after the morning scare you gave him and just couldn’t feel like letting himself down for being so reckless to not keep a closer eye on you.

Surprised to see him back, you panicked and started to scream back down at him.

“D-Daryl?! What are you doing here?! Hurry back up! I-I don’t think i’ll be able to hang on anymore!”

Daryl sighed exasperatedly and was already getting himself ready to catch you if anything were to happen. Loudly, he scolded you and instructed you to let go of the side.

“You idiot, you really think i’ll make it in time back there! Fuck it! Just jump!”

Just the word of “jumping” scared you and truly you weren’t ready for such eventuality.

“What?!”

“Let go! I’ll catch you!”

“No! I-I’m too scared!”

He scoffed at that remark and just started to provoke you while some of the others went to help him and you.

“Scared?! Now you’re scared! You sure didn’t seem like it earlier! Now stop whining and let go!”

Closing your eyes tightly shut, you let go just as asked of you and screamed at the top of your lungs. You were certain to feel a solid ground in a few instant but the moment your body came to a stop, you felt a weight going down with you and realize Daryl had actually caught you.

Instantly feeling his warmth, you wrapped your arms around him. When you opened your eyes again, you smiled and couldn’t be anymore grateful for your friend.

Your smile came back but it didn’t seem the same for Daryl. He glared at you and started to march his way back inside Alexandria. As he saw Tobin, he shook his head and swore to himself he was going to have a few words for him.

~~~

Embarrassed by the position you were in his arms, you blushed and stuttered trying to get off of him.

“D-Daryl?! I-I think you can let me down now! I-I’m fine! Let me down!”

He stayed quiet, huffing and puffing out of stress under his breath, walking pass everyone and ignoring them as they tried to go in and help. By then he already had you in the infirmary, alone.

He sat you down carefully and already was starting to inspect you for any bruising you might have gotten. He pulled up your sleeves, lifted up your shirt, checking your arms, stomach and back as much as he can, forgetting completely about your privacy.

When it came to you being bruised or covered in scratches, he couldn’t stand that idea of you being tainted while by his side and just had a manic of making sure you were fine.

Although, you’d laugh it all off whenever you’d find one, his mind was already set on blaming himself for being so reckless that he would always go out of his way to make it all disappear.

You could see the scared look in his eyes and just had to reassure him that you were truly fine.

“D-Daryl! Daryl! I’m fine! I’m ok! It’s ok! You don’t need to keep looking around! I swear!”

Not listening to you, he continued and soon enough he caught glimpse of a little cut and some bruising around. He bit his lip in anger and growled at you.

“Fine? You’re covered in dirt from head to toe! Your jacket is torn and i’m pretty sure that cut was never there in your jeans before! And what about this?! How do you explain this?!”

You looked as to where his eyes were fixed on and squirmed in your seat to get a better look. You chuckled to see it and looked back at him, trying to brush it off.

“Oh it’s nothing! I didn’t even noticed it was there! I probably got this earlier or while I was out, it seems!”

Daryl sighed to hear you and rose up to his feet, searching and scrambling for something to patch you up. As soon as he found a cloth and disinfectant, he walked back and turned you around and was already applying the cloth to clean up.

You winced at the sudden feeling of stinging and he scoffed.

“Nothing? That’s what you call nothing! Even just touching it hurts you! How can you ever say it’s nothing!”

Once again you were cornered by him and had nothing else better to say. He growled under his breath and still continued to carefully clean up your cut.

As he took out the bandage to cover it up, his curiosity got to him and he just had to ask you, “What were you even going out there on your own?!”

Not wanting to ruin the surprise nor knowing what else to say, you stayed quiet and looked away.

“What? Can’t talk all of a sudden…You sure had a mouth when you were out there…Getting me all worried…and you can’t even tell me why…I swear am i going to have to chain you to your goddamn room or what! Tell me?!”

There was hurt in his tone and you just felt bad to not let him know. The more you heard him complain, the worse you felt and just stopped him.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you why…Just promise me to not laugh…”

At that he quieted himself and stare at you intently.

You rose up from your seat and marched over to reach for your bag, trying to find him the gift you got him.

“Well…I remembered how you talked about never having a celebration for your birthday…and I also remembered your actual birthday…”

His eyes widened at the thought of you even remembering such small details about himself and truly couldn’t believe you even cared for him that much. You turned to look at him and hid your gift behind your back, once you found it.

“So…I put one and one together…And left to get some stuff for you…I really wanted to prepare something big…But I was kinda last minute…Cause it’s today, right?”

Looking at you in stunned, he slowly nodded and you continued, scratching your head and trailing down to rub your neck.

“Yeah…well that’s why I left this morning-”

Feeling even more guilty, he looked at you apologetically and solemnly cut you off mid sentence.

“So you risked your life…just to get me something for my birthday…”

You chuckled at those words and rolled your eyes at him, waving a hand to brush it off.

“Well risking me life is big way to put it…”

“Your clothes got torn and you’re all dirty and covered in bruises, that’s looks pretty much like it…”

“I-I’ve looked worse…I just slipped and fell a few times…it wasn’t serious at all…”

Once again, he didn’t seem amused by your nonchalant attitude. You tried your best to cheer him and decided to finally show him what you had gotten.

“But anyways…I just wanted to show you my gratitude for how kind and caring you are towards me…So knowing how much you liked your moonshine…I tried looking for some but couldn’t find any…So I got this fancy bottle instead!”

As you showed him the bottle of cognac, he got up to his feet and approached you. He eyed you up and down, looking at your filthy and torn clothes and messy hair, and just shook his head.

“And for that…You decided to climb up a nearly 10 foot gate to get back in…”

Taken a back and realizing how dumb it was you laughed nervously.

“I-I wanted it to be a surprised…”

From your shy gaze and blushing cheeks, a part of him wanted to laugh as well while another just wanted to grab you in a tight hug just to keep you safe from ever going out again. Thinking about how you must’ve worked hard to just even find that sort of gift for him, he sighed.

He really couldn’t believe how far you risked your own safety to show him a sign of your gratitude towards him and reluctantly took the bottle away from you.

He stared at it for a long while, making you wonder if he really liked it or not. As you were about to ask him, he threw it back onto the couch nearby, making you let out a surprise yelp and try to reach over for it.

He caught a hold of your arm and pulled you closer to him. Looking you in the eyes, his gaze soften before pulling you in a tight embrace.

He tightened his grip around you and made it impossible for you to escape him. Stroking your hair, he tried to calm you down.

“Listen up, you idiot…It’s a really nice thought of you…Remembering my birthday and getting a gift and all…But you don’t ever have to risk yourself like that to thank me…Just promise me that you’ll stay by my side and let me know that you’re safe and sound… That’s enough thanks for me…”

You were speechless at those words and your mind went utterly blank. You could only hug him back and nod quietly into his chest to reassure him that you wouldn’t ever leave on your own without notice.

Feeling you, he finally felt a weight of relief and could breathe easily.

“So is that a promise?”

You nodded again and looked up at him.

“Promise…I won’t try to surprise you with a gift again…”

“That and…”

“And I won’t leave your side without telling…I’ll even start to wear a helmet if you want!”

He laughed at that last comment and patted your head, smiling before pressing his cheek against your hair. His hands trailed back down when suddenly, he felt another tore in your jacket and could swear there was another cut.

Backing away quickly, he turned you around to the side and noticed the little cut he had missed earlier.

“Are you serious? How?”

You shrugged and knew you were about to get another lesson about it and just backed away completely from him. Laughing nervously, you walked backwards towards the couch and tripped slightly before reaching to it.

He flinched to see you stumble and was ready to jump in and catch you. Nonetheless, you to to it in one piece and picked up the bottle he had thrown away.

Looking at him, still smiling, you said, “How about we just drink and forget this ever happen! Let’s just focus on your birthday and not think about me for once!”

To look at you and rolled his eyes. Getting closer, he tussled your hair even more and could only smile at your suggestion, promising himself that he should also keep you happy while at it.


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Rain (Stiles Stilinski)

Summary: a best friends to lovers fic based off the prompts, “we always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too,” and, “your lips are getting really close to mine.”

Warnings: there’s a touch of swearing here and there!

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: clichés are a personal favourite. I hope you like this! :)

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

When you’d left to visit a newly opened diner with your best friend, Stiles, it wasn’t raining. In fact, the sky was such a clear amber colour that you were convinced you’d be able to see the stars when evening broke. By the time you were leaving the diner, however, you were shown to have made a grave assumption.

“It’s pouring, Stiles,” you said dryly, peering out the diner windows. Stiles was beside you, zipping up the front of his hoodie. 

“Well done for stating the obvious, Y/N,” Stiles teased, causing you to groan in frustration. You hadn’t had the sense to bring a hoodie; instead you were wearing a thin shirt and a pair of jeans. One look outside at the sheets of rain cascading from the sky was enough to make you regret your decision completely.

“We’ll need to run,” you murmured, wishing one of you had had the sense to bring a car.

Stiles snorted, shaking his head. “I’d rather not. The rain is fun, Y/N! Loosen up a little,” you gave him an unimpressed look, reaching out to push his shoulder playfully.

“That’s easy for you to say - you have a hood!” Stiles grinned at this, nodding gleefully as he flicked the hood over his head.

“We should leave, I think the waiter’s getting impatient,” Stiles said, gesturing to where your waiter was lingering beside a couple who were clearly after your booth.

Humming in agreement, you followed Stiles towards the bar where you’d been instructed to pay. “How much was it?” You queried, not remembering the sum printed on the receipt.

Stiles waved his hand, digging in his jeans for his wallet. He pulled it out a moment later, nimble fingers pulling out a few notes with a flourish. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pay.” 

“Stiles-” you tried to interject, only to be on the receiving end from one of his infamous glares.

“Y/N, this was my idea! Let me pay for you. Please,” one glance at the earnest expression on your best friend’s face and you gave in, knowing his stubborn nature to be a force to be reckoned with.

“Fine,” you grumbled, waiting beside him as Stiles settled the tab.

Once the money was exchanged, Stiles linked your arms together and pulled you towards the door. You groaned, the icy rain outside looking the opposite of inviting. Stiles spoke up, giving your arm a squeeze, “we’ve got to face it eventually, may as well do it now. Besides, my house is only a five minute walk away.”

“Let’s do it,” you agreed, figuring it made more sense to get it over with.

To say the rain was heavy was an understatement: the moment you stepped outside, raindrops were splashing all over your body, coating you from head to toe. You shrieked, speeding up considerably. Still attached to Stiles, the both of you began to speed walk in the direction of his house, the rain making the journey slightly difficult.

By the time you stumbled into Stiles’ porch, you were completely soaked through.

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Shiksa Goddess - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1136
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark
Warnings: there is so much fluff its cliche
Requested by anon
Clint and Nat making fun of reader and Pietro for being too cutesy and for being that annoyingly sweet couple that nobody can stand for free of getting cavities.
Authors Note: So the request did not ask for this to be a song imagine, but when I read annoyingly sweet I thought of this song, Shiksa Goddess from The Last Five Years- you can listen to it here! And I have done my research, Shiksa Goddess is a term used by Jewish people to describe non Jewish people, HOWEVER THIS IMAGINE DOES NOT ACTUALLY USE THE TERM SHIKSA GODDESS OR MAKE ANY REFRENCE TO RELIGION SO IT CAN BE READ BY ANYONE! I did not want to limit anyone or offend anyone so it was best to leave religion out of this, it is meerly just the song name :) (Sorry it has been so long without an imagine out, I’ve been really sick.)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Hey, how’s your leg rash doing?” Natasha asked Clint as they walked around the base.

“Much better. It’s really annoying, though,” He groaned.

Natasha shook her head with a laugh. “If you were more careful and didn’t think you could slide on the grass and not get hurt, then you wouldn’t have gotten the rash.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Clint shook his head.

Tony almost ran into the pair when he sped around the corner. After almost dropping his coffee all over the place, Natasha noticed how his eyes were bugging out. “Be warned. Do not eat food in the kitchen right now; you will only throw it up if you stay in there. Good luck,” Tony told them, and ran out of the way.

Clint and Natasha gave each other confused looks, unsure of what Tony meant. They figured he could be overreacting, as he usually does, and continued on their way.

It was later at night, so there was no surprise that there had been some drinking by many in the base. Clint and Natasha walked into the kitchen, that was connected to the common room, and found you sitting on the couch next to Pietro. It was obvious that you both had a bit to drink, as there were bottles on the table in front of you.

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I have this headcanon that Richie is the most irritating sleeper and this fic came from that idea.

~ 1.2k words

Richie Tozier is quite possibly more annoying in his sleep than when he is awake. Unimaginable but true. He mumbles, he drools, he snores, he kicks and shifts and clings. And worst of all, he’s a heavy sleeper so it’s nearly impossible to wake him up and stop him from committing these atrocities.

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Deepest Secrets

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes(implied kind of)

Warnings: Angst towards the end

Word Count: 1500+

Summary: A journal is meant to be personal a way for someone to express their secrets without judgement. Nor is it suppose to be read by others. A misplaced journal can cause all sorts of problems for it’s owner.   

A/N: So there’s not really a pairing here, but it does hint at something. I dunno. I didn’t know where I was planning on going with this and it kind of went off the rail a little. Maybe? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

The gifs is not mine, credit to the owner.


Y/N flung the laundry basket across the room, cursing under her breath. She moved over to her desk, pulling a part the meticulously organized surface. Where was it? She could have sworn she put it back where it belonged, but considering the drawer to her bedside table was turned upside down on the floor, she knew it wasn’t there. She didn’t start to panic until she checked on her bookshelf, and it wasn’t there either. Now she was quiet literally ripping apart her room in hopes to find it.

“Where the hell is it?” She muttered as she dug into her closet. She had already tossed half of her wardrobe across her room. Now she was digging around on the floor, pulling apart her shoe collection. She was so focused on her task, she missed her door being opened, and the startled gap from her visitor. Her attention was more on throwing the shoes over her shoulder, that she missed when they walked up behind her. It wasn’t until said shoe collided with the persons face and the startled cry pulled her attention back. Y/N twisted around and looked up, startled. Natasha stood over her, one hand on her cheek while the other held a stiletto.

“When the hell did you get in here?”

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scifi au idea i had while waiting for the xmas special

part 2 here:
 http://artgraveyard.tumblr.com/post/154653436484/here-is-the-incident-with-plagg-and-tikki-from?is_related_post=1

-there`s no magic

-kwami are symbiotic and share the bodies of their wielders

-transforming is really painful the first time until they get used to it, for marinette its like her skeleton is shifting to the outside like a bug`s exoskeleton, for adrien it`s like growing super dense fur

-the kwami can take over the bodies if the host lets them or if they`re very tired or something

-the symbols only appear in the right eye when the switch is very sudden like the host falling unconscious. the kwami takes over

-marinette eats cookies like theres no tomorrow and people comment on it like how do you eat so much sugar and still stay fit

-adrien can`t get enough of cheese, but sweet stuff makes him sick

-adrien gets very hairy and has to shave a lot

-plagg is not very friendly at first and the kwami don’t really understand humans

-when tikki takes over while transformed into ladybug, her hair turns red and her skin turns pink, eyes get lighter and the suit gets darker and more exoskeleton-like

-when plagg takes over, his hair just turns black and the suit`s fur gets more bristled (the tail`s always a real cat tail instead of a belt)

-tikki and plagg are a lot stronger but can only maintain control for a few minutes, and every transformation is really exhausting

-eventually marinette and adrien will get stronger too and mutate more powers the longer they are fused with their kwami

-since there’s no magic, the miraculous cure would have to be something like advanced alien tech but it only works on organic life forms so all property damage is permanent. so there’s usually construction going on to repair the damage the villain of the week (or chat) caused

-nooroo is evil and hawkmoth is not or else it wouldn’t really make sense

-and you can’t really separate a person from their kwami except by ripping it out of them which would likely be a mortal wound (unless the kwami wants to leave)

-tikki can heal, plagg can destroy, and nooroo can split off small pieces of himself which he uses to akumatize people

-nooroo wants all the power for himself and wants to assimilate tikki and plagg to become the ultimate lifeform

here’s the story i thought up so far

one day in paris theres a meteor shower and a violent alien shows up. adrien and marinette separately find their miraculouses and are given a choice to help save paris

they gravely wound the alien but nooroo escapes and finds a new host to take over. the alien takes on a smaller human like form to heal itself (its master fu) and he gives them guidance about the kwami

Inspired by this text post 

Dean’s heart is restlessly pounding in his chest when he’s startled awake for whatever reason. He immediately kicks away the covers and crawls up until he’s sitting, his back heavily resting against the headboard, his stomach turning in protest. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, and ouch, even that simple movement hurts.

It takes Dean a long moment before he realizes that it hurts because he has a headache the size of Canada. And then panic overwhelms him again, because shit, memories of last night are coming back to him all at once. He might have been drunk, but he remembers almost everything.

How they’d gotten back to the bunker after a hunt, tired but relieved. Him and Sam and Cas playing cards and having drinks, deciding to just have some fun for once; they deserved it, damnit. Sam going to bed around midnight, but Dean and Castiel going for one more round of scotch. And another. Which eventually, had ended in them getting closer and closer until Dean was kissing Cas right on the lips and telling him he wanted him.

“Shit!” Dean curses out loud, his blood turning to ice.

He glances around the room in alarm, then spots something on the nightstand that isn’t usually there. Actually, several items. A glass of water, some painkillers to go with it, and a tiny note. He reaches for the note first.

‘dear sober Dean,

don’t be mad, he kissed you back and he wants you too, it was about time you made a move, you idiot.
you’re welcome.

~ drunk Dean’

Holy shit. But before Dean can even begin to wrap his head around any of it, there’s a gentle knock on his door and it opens after a beat. Standing in the doorway is Castiel, carrying two mugs of coffee, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he mutters a quiet “Good morning, Dean”.

“Cas…” Dean sputters, clearing his throat. “I… I’m sorry for… You know, what I did last night.”

He goes for the apology, because it’s the only thing that seems to fit here. But the angel smiles and slowly shakes his head, closing the door behind him before calmly making his way to Dean’s bed, sitting down on the edge of it and placing the mugs on Dean’s nightstand.

“Please look at what’s on the back, Dean.” Is all he says.

Dean frowns at him, not yet awake enough to make sense of that order.

“The paper, in your hand.” Cas hints again.

Bewildered but curious, Dean does as he’s told. And indeed, there’s another message on the back, in a handwriting much neater than Dean’s.

'Dear sober Dean,

I want you too, but I won’t take advantage of you while you’re this far gone. If you still want me when you wake up, I’m all yours.

~ Partially drunk Castiel’

A silence stretches between them as Dean attempts to get with the program, until it all suddenly clicks. And the only answer that he gives Cas in return is a whispered “please”, knowing that it’s the right answer when blue eyes visibly light up at his response, Cas’ hand reaching for Dean’s. 

Their coffee goes cold as they properly trade lazy kisses for the first time, now both fully aware of it. Dean has to admit that for once, drunk Dean kinda did a good thing here.

imaginary friend // h.s

author’s note: A quick shoutout to @iloveyouhaz because I submitted a part of this story to her and she was kind enough to read it and give me feedback! Hope y’all enjoy! P.S: I had the song ‘Sick of Losing Soulmates’ by Dodie Clark on repeat while writing this, so give it a listen while you read! You can find it here.

w.c: 2k

summary: Harry has an imaginary friend called Y/N

Even as a child, Harry was introverted. While the other children his age would be out and about playing, he preferred to stay in the comfort of his bedroom, spending time with his imaginary friend Y/N.

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we all must admit how hard it is to just sit down and do your work sometimes. the following are a few random tips that i used to study better. here’s a more specific study post but this is just a general set of things i do that really help me out.

set a routine

if you continue to do something, eventually it turns into a habit. try to study at a certain time every day. it’ll turn into a habit and eventually become an instinct to get your books out and sit down at that certain time of day.

create a pleasant study space 

this will definitely help. naturally you would want to go and study if you have a nice atmosphere to go to so open some windows to let in light, invest in a good chair, and keep the space lively with some flowers or plants (i surround myself with greenery. it makes me feel really calm). likewise, keep your space away from distractions such as your laptop (ahem ahem. unless you need it for work and have a website blocker or something), the t.v, and the kitchen (keep a healthy little brain snack on your table so if you feel hungry you don’t need to go to the kitchen to get food then get lost spending too much time making creme brûlée or something when all you really needed was some celery).

remember your future goals

this will keep you from procrastinating by giving you a little jolt of guilt and also keep you sane. i personally wrote down my goals on a post-it and stuck it on the wall. later on, whenever i felt like throwing my textbook out the window (rip louis pasteur and his scientific contributions to biology) i would look up and see the note which would promptly calm me down so i could take a five minute break and get back to work.

give yourself time beforehand

if you give yourself a little bit of time before you start studying, you will feel more refreshed and ready to study. when i come home from school i give myself   a half hour to change, have some fruit, and start getting my materials out. that way i don’t feel rushed from just finishing school to immediately starting all my work. i also stay off of tumblr and the internet during this time because if i got on i would probably spend my half hour there and not have any time to actually relax and unwind a little bit. also if you need more time, take more time, but don’t stretch it out to two hours or something overboard like that, especially if you come home later.

for when you really want to fling your work into a tornado and go on tumblr

nope. sorry. not going to work. i mean, you could probably get on tumblr but you’ll regret it come tomorrow when your teacher asks for your homework or hand out that test and you look at it and realize you don’t know the material. try working in pomodoro time chunks so that you don’t overwork yourself and also get rewarding little breaks in between. sometimes when i’m really unmotivated, i turn the pomodoro method into a little game and try working for just a little bit more and challenge myself to see how many more minutes i can study for. if i end up achieving 25 minutes, i take the 5 minute break. 

you can do this!! ~hana from kageyama-studies

PAPER AND COFFEE

A/N: No idea why I wrote this when I have better things to do. but yeah anyways heres a little twist to the standard plot of working with Shawn. 

Word Count: 3,167


J A N U A R Y 

MONDAY

I looked over the stupid cubical wall. “Ben, could you send me the document with the details on the Innovation Hub event.”

Ben was glaring right down at his laptop, clearly frustrated with whatever he was reading.

“Huh?” He said realizing I was talking to him, his face softening immediately.

“Oh yeah sure, I’ll Airdrop it to you.”

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anonymous asked:

1 or 74 for andreil?? I love your writing so much!!

Okay fuck me up this is… I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic where they get into a fight???? This was a first, and I thank you for that. Also, I used both prompts, yay me! xD

#1 “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
#74 “I didn’t mean what I said.”

The hours between three and five in the morning are liminal. It’s a shifting from late night to early morning. It’s as dark as the night will get and the start of the sunrise. On a college campus, it’s the only two hours where everyone save the severely panicked or sleep-troubled are dead to the world.

Neil throws a small rock off of the roof and doesn’t care that it hits a car. A brand new pack of cigarettes sits next to him on the ledge, unopened. It’s been sitting there like a wound for the last thirty minutes. The wound is self-inflicted. Neil bought the pack earlier in the night, after a run didn’t clear his head. Buying the cigarettes was an impulse and a habit, but that doesn’t explain why it hurts so much. 

He might be able to breathe better if he could inhale the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. But the only calming thing his mother ever gave him is not going to fill the gaping crater in the center of his being. He aches, and he doubts it’s something burning tobacco can cure.

The door to the roof opens with the usual ruckus of rusted hinges and a frame caving in on itself. Neil doesn’t turn. Only Andrew would come looking for him here.

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