#potential oneshot

[mysticalsharkcrown]

Can you write something were a vamipre mistakes the reader as his dead wife/husband or whatever in modern times and turns them idk this is up your alley or its cheesey but it could be whatever kind of short fic/ one-shot you like I need substancents

masc or fem vampire in particular? I am very intrigued 👀 I got a little idea for a fem reader that I might turn into a oneshot, though here's a few headcannons for now! (I may have written more than I intended too. Oops 😅)

Maybe the vampire catches the human in the corner of their eye at a coffee shop, and they just cant get them off of their mind.

Maybe a bit of stalking?

Maybe a hopeless romantic vampire who just wants to shower reader in gifts?

Or maybe even reader works at this coffee shop, and even though our vampire cant drink coffee, or eat the little sweets like cookies and pies and things, they still order these things just to see reader on a daily basis.

Maybe the vampire has some little logical voice that tells them that surely this person isn't their past love, but they just wish for it so bad- its nearly painful to see them everyday, but the pains even worse if they don't see them

And maybe reader is slowly falling in love with the vampire. A silly little thing- they don't even see the vampire drink or eat whatever they order, and they come in every day at the same time, so eventually, reader starts to suspect things. Not that they look like the vampire first partner- or that the vampire even is a vampire, but they at least think that the vampire must be coming in to see someone, so that makes some interesting workplace gossip.

Maybe they write their number on the bottom of a cup one day, and the vampire doesn't even notice, which makes the reader think the vampire is there for someone else

They're clueless. Both the reader and the vampire are, and from the outside, its so obvious, but yet so fucking cute to watch.

How do they actually meet? I don't exactly know. Maybe the vampire asks around one day when reader is sick, and gets their number that way? Or its simply fate, and they have some mutual friends that set each other up on a blind date.

Though maybe one day, the reader gets sick. Like really sick- and the vampire decides now may be their last chance with their partner- and the thought of losing them again is too much, so they turn them.

Or maybe, eventually reader finds out about the vampires whole thing- and it doesn't go over well. So maybe in a blind fit of hopelessness and anger, the vampire turns the human, thinking that this will make them be able to be together forever-

[lee-v5x]

been feeling delusional over a made-up scenario where the twins are children and hikaru is surrounded by an entourage of girls their age who are gushing over him, while kaoru is hiding behind a bush or under a gazebo(??) nearby because he has social anxiety issues. one of the girls claims that he promised to give one of them a flower the next time they met up and he nods while looking kaoru’s way. he glances around for said flower and when he finds the so-called “perfect one” he walks over and hands it not to one of those little girls but to his brother, instead.

might be a lil crazy for this but if someone could make a comic about this id go nuts

[juniperneedssleep]

The Star Struck Killer

This is something I wrote quite a while ago so why not post it and see what random strangers on the internet think?

“Another shot.” I mumbled.

The memory of them throbbed in my head. The bartender took a quick look at me before passing me another. I picked up the cool detailed glass cup and quickly chugged it down as the liquid burned my throat. I let out a heavy sigh as the returning sting of pain came back. I shakily looked back up at the bartender.

 “Give me another shot.”

The bartender motioned his finger to the table and I took out my wallet, slapping down enough for a few more. Another then came my way as I continued until the world began to spin as darkness engulfed me.

May 8, 2005, 9:32 AM.

“Welcome Everyone to today's graduates of 2005!”  The voice began. “We are gathered here today to celebrate and talk about what lies ahead for you as you will overcome challenges in life and look back at the past years you spent here.” 

The loud booming voice continued as they started to call up people until it had called my name. 

I began to get up and out of my seat towards the stage as the noise of applause started back up. I went up the stage and stood as he began to speak, though his voice and the noise around me began to muffle until it was complete silence all around me. I stood confused as the world around me began to darken as if someone had dimmed the lights. I peered at the crowd as a black substance came from all around, slowly climbing their bodies until it covered them whole.

 I began to take steps back in fear as the bubbling black substance began to move towards me  but the floor underneath me began to crack with each step I took.

The floor gave way underneath me as I began falling and it seemed as if there no end to it. I felt like this fall would last forever until I fell onto a pitch-black floor, it strangely became a pure glowing white as soon as I landed.

I let out a groan as I began to pull myself up, but I noticed spots of the floor becoming pitch black as the substance fell through the crack above and began to move my way. I looked behind me ready to make a run for it but felt like I couldn’t run, as if I was being held in place as more of the black goo began to surround me only inches away. I panicked and tried to break free.

The goo began to climb onto me as it sizzled, eating through my clothes as waves of pain began to arrive. I tried to shake off the goo though it didn’t take me long until I grew tired as the wave of pain increased. I groaned out in agony as the goo had reached my waist as the world slowly began to blur then darken.

I awoke for a moment as my vision was blurred and figures stood in front of me, the voices were muffled. I squinted trying to figure out where I had ended up though I had not a clue. “Do you know where you are?” I noticed immediately that it was a deep voice observing me then looking back at his peer. I took a second to look around at my surroundings as the walls were painted white and contained several types of equipment. 

“Where exactly... am I?” I questioned.

“You are currently in the hospital.”

 I looked back at the source of the voice. There standing was a man in a white coat with a clipboard in hand. Someone stood next to him wearing a dark uniform with his hand on his hip as I processed the information.

 “Why?” I croaked. I tried to sit up, but I was only met with a throbbing headache.

“You passed out from a small overdose of alcohol.” The uniformed man grunted. He had a deeper voice than the first.

“Thankfully you should be fine.” the first voice continued but paused. looking back at his clip board before continuing.

“Though you might have a few Bruises from when you became unconscious and fell.”

 I nodded as I gave up on sitting up straight. The headache was still there but not as strong as it was when I had tried to sit up. I looked down at myself, looking at the recent cuts on my hands and arms. I felt something cold around my ankle that I hadn't noticed before, I tried moving but it didn’t let me move it as much as I would like. I looked backed up at the two that were still watching me as if they were expecting something. 

“what's around my ankle?” 

“it’s an ankle cuff.” the uniformed man replied. 

I opened my mouth to say something else but the overwhelming need to vomit came over me as I rushed to the side of the bed. The other side had a trashcan nearby as if they knew everything I would do as I vomited into it. I leaned back over to a table next to me and grabbed a tissue as I began to wipe my face as the taste of vomit and beer still lingered in my mouth. 

The first voice began talking again. “Officer Monroe here is going to ask you some questions during the first few days of treatment, and if you have any questions, you can ask for me, Doctor Woodard or my nurse Rojas.” He finished. fumbling with his clipboard before leaving the room, leaving him with Monroe.

Monroe still stood where he was, watching the Doctor leave untill he was out of sight. He turned to face me with a blank expression. I looked away as I taped my fingers against the bed nervously for reasons they didn’tunderstand.

I began to hum something that little star once sung as memories flashed through my head, her giggle, her laughter, the way she ran towards me with a ginormous smile on her face as soon as I set foot through the door with Taiana trailing behind with a tried smile.

I sighed as it had to be done, they didn't deserve to suffer. Another memory had resurfaced, it was when he had first met Taiana when he had bumped into her that Thursday night. Her dirty blond hair hung near her waist with two small braids wrapped around it, along with her wine-red blouse, her black pants and those mesmerizing sharp green eyes that darted around apologetic.

Tears had threatened to fall as they sat in the corners of my eyes, but I kept reminding myself that what I did was for the best. I looked back to where Monroe stood but he was gone quicker than I could think. I looked around the room once more as I started to drift back to sleep as a faint memory began.

 February 25, 2010:

9:48 PM. 

I shivered as a cold breeze blew, it was getting late and I needed to hurry. I kept his head down as I passed others. I looked towards the street as the variation of colored cars stood waiting for the light to change. I felt myself bump into something causing me to tip over yet not completely fall onto the sidewalk. I looked up and saw sharp green worried eyes looking straight at me. 

"I'm sorry!” she gasped.

 “I looked down at her appearance. She was carrying a mix of beautiful flowers while wearing a small beret that matched the color of her blouse. I let out a small chucked.

 “You fine! There’s no harm done.” 

she let out a small sigh as a relieved smile formed on her face. She turned back to the flowers trying to fix the broken stems.

“The flowers....” I trailed off.

 She looked back at me and gave me a small shrug.

"it's alright, I can always buy some more since these aren’t for me.”

 ‘If I can." he mumbled. “May I buy you some new ones?” 

she shook her head. “I appreciate the offer although I’d rather not.” 

“It’s only fair I do dear princess.” I giggled handing a hand out towards her.

She opened her mouth to say something else but only shook her head as a grin followed afterwards. 

“Alright then, you win.” she giggled.

 “Lead the way then”

She took my hand and motioned her head the way she came. We passed from store to store as clouds above began to cover the starry night sky. They both continued to make jokes and comments as they neared the Shop as thunder roared above. hail began to pour down as we hurried closer to our destination.

“I don’t remember there being hail for tonight's weather.” she mumbled as she looked up. I looked up with her

 “Neither do I...” I continued to look up as the chunks of hail grew larger. she looked back at me with worry 

"Maybe we should head int-.” 

The sentence was stopped short as a large chunk of hail hit her. She tumbled back, falling onto the sidewalk. He stood in shock as she layed in a crooked position, with her arm twisted unnaturally from the tumble down.

Blood gushed out of her head as he stood in shock. Taking a step back as I shook his head in horrified disbelief. 

” Help anyone please!’ I cried out. I looked back down as the realization hit me.

” This...this isn't right!” I shouted.

“It wasn’t like this!” 

I looked around but I couldn’t see anyone as tears pricked my eyes, it was a ghost town. He looked back at Taiana only to find bloody bones in a pile as the remains of the flowers were stems scattered. He crouched down with wide eyes as loud sobs escaped from my lips.

Tears fell onto what had remained of Taiana as I looked ahead of the mess. A shadow figure stood a-far. I gasped and jumped back blinking a few times before looking back, it had vanished from sight. He looked around as the area around him began to fog up. He shivered as it suddenly became colder, the hail started to stop but the large chunks still fell every so often.                                                                                                                                                        

I got up.

 “Where did he go?”

I shakenly spoke under his breath, hesitantly, taking a step over what was once Tainan and began to walk forward, chills went up through my spine with each step I took.

I continued down the sidewalk, passing the dim stores that were once filled with life, but all could be heard were my footsteps as I passed. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare? but why were the nightmares like this? Why couldn’t they be anything else? Another shadow passed my sight quicker than I could react. I took a step back as my breath hitched, faint tapping began at my shoulder. I turned back expecting something, anything, but nothing stood behind me.

I began to panic as it was like they were playing with me, each tap and noise becoming louder and suddenly it felt like it progressed going further into reality as every second passed. But it was only a nightmare. That’s what I presumed, just a nightmare, a simple nightmare filled with sudden life that felt so real but also filled with such darkness that could overtake him me in seconds.

“What do you want from me?” I exclaimed.

 Questioning the shadow’s motives instantly and turning quickly at any sudden movements or loud background noises that appeared throughout the process of reality.

The figure appeared alongside me as it cocked its head. It seemed to examine him in this state of mental and physical commotion and confusion. I looked up as more drops dripped from his face.

 “What causes you to do this?”  

The figure hesitantly came closer as it peered at me. watching as my tears fell to the ground. A low humming creak rang in the surroundings. The figure took a few steps back and turned to face where the sound had emerged from, the figure glanced at him once more before moving away. Its footsteps didn’t make a single sound as it treaded away.

I watched as it continued until it was out of sight. I felt relieved as I suddenly felt myself fall against the rough but wet concrete as he closed his eyes. The only thing i could feel now was the aftereffects of the hail as soft drops of rain fell onto my face.

[ethan-acfan]

Merlin getting injured while saving Camelot again (getting stabbed or shot, etc). But he hides it so Arthur won't ask questions, and he has to just grin through the pain until one of his stitches gets undone and he doesn't realize and passes out in Arthur's room. So Arthur comes back from training to find Merlin crumpled into a ball shivering and covered in blood.

[leafwateraddict]

Couldn’t stop thinking about Dust being able to pass as Classic. So I had an idea where Dust replaces Classic in a timeline and steals(?) his partner.

He gets conflicted when he starts actually caring about you… But denial is an easy road to take when there’s seemingly no consequences to your actions.

The reveal i guess. Most normal reaction to learning your partners been replaced for god knows how long and you have no clue where he is.

Now that I think about it I might’ve gotten some inspiration from that one chapter of IJAG by @htsan (iykyk) only a lil bit tho

(Full rambling of the idea + extra sketch cuz i liked the expression) ↓↓

I originally wanted y/n to notice the differences instantly but i think it would be angstier if they didn’t and only noticed like months later >:3

[stealthetrees]

Coming soon to ao3 near you,

Fox’s batch finds out what’s wrong with him, except “what’s wrong with him” is that Fox was dropped on his head as a child and terrorizes his (unknown to him) evil wizard boss with just his personality alone until he gets electrocuted. Spoiler alert: telepathic torture does not discourage him.

[mxltifxnd0m]

drunken words ↼ d. winchester

summary: drunk you isn't the best at keeping their mouth shut

pairings: dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x gn! reader, platonic sam winchester x reader

requested: yes/no: by @traiitorjoe; thank you for sending your request!

word count: 3.0K

warnings: no use of 'y/n', none really, some cursing, a little bit of fluff, sam being a meddling little shit, some angst, kinda edited

a/n: i got this request in july and i felt so bad for having put it off for so long but here we have it! there is a potential for a pt.2 so if anyone wants that lmk lol

but enjoy the fic! please like, comment, and reblog!! your feedback fuels me!

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𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 ����𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Dealing with the Winchesters always felt like a Herculean task when you would run into them while you were on a hunt. The first time you ran into them was when they barged into the farmhouse that you were staking out for a nest of vampires. They went in, guns blazing, and you cursed them out under your breath as you hurriedly left the hiding spot you were in and rushed into the nest to help them clean out. 

It was safe to say that they were surprised and confused by your anger when you guys had killed all of the vamps. You didn’t recognize them at first when they first ran into the farmhouse, but now that you were standing there and really looking at them, you instantly knew that these were the infamous Winchester brothers you’d heard from Bobby and other hunters.  

Regardless of who they were, you were furious that they had messed up the hunt that you were on, and they were on the receiving end of your fury while they looked at you dumbfounded. After you were done yelling at them, you left the farmhouse fuming and decided to leave them with the cleanup job. 

The brothers were so confused by you that they didn’t even think to ask for your name. They also were slightly scared by your fury, and they failed to realize that you clearly knew who they were, but they had no idea who you were, only that they had taken over your hunt and were really mad about it. Dean only hoped that he wouldn’t run into you ever again. 

But as fate was a fickle thing, you would run into the brothers on your next hunt in a small town in Oregon, where a witch was terrorizing the men of the town, and it just so happened that you had arrived at the station the same time they did. You had to play along with them until you got the information you needed, and then when you tried to leave the station before them, a hand slammed your door before you could get into your car. 

You turned around to be met with emerald green eyes filled with irritation and thinly veiled curiosity. 

“Did you need something Winchester?” You said with a scowl etched into your face. 

Dean scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, answers. Who the hell are you?” 

“What’s it matter to you?” 

“Because you’re a hunter and we could use some help on this case.” Sam interjected, and your eyes were ripped away from the man in front of you. You almost forgot about the taller Winchester that was lingering behind Dean. 

You raised an eyebrow at Sam while Dean’s head jerked over his shoulder and glared at his brother. Sam stared back at his brother with raised brows, sending him a look that said, ‘What? It doesn’t hurt to ask.’ 

“I don’t think your brother here is keen on working with me.” 

“You’re damn right I’m not. You went off on us for no reason and left us to clean up.” 

You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of them cleaning up the plethora of severed heads and bodies from that farmhouse. But you ignored Dean's words as you contemplated the offer Sam was proposing. 

“Fine I’ll help, but you’ll have to follow my lead on this one.” 

Sam nodded, agreeing with you, and sent you a dimpled smile. 

Dean opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by you slicing the air with your hand in front of his face. 

“Zip it Winchester, either you listen to me or I leave you high and dry on this hunt.” You waved around the copy of the case file that you convinced the Sheriff to give you before leaving the station. 

Dean all but glared at you and stomped towards the black Chevy Impala that was parked down the street. You couldn’t help but smirk at Dean’s grumpy attitude, and Sam told you which motel they were staying in and followed them to it. 

With three heads instead of one (more like two since Dean barely did any research and stuck you and Sam with it), you guys found the witch in no time and disposed of her swiftly. You had to admit that working with the brothers was more manageable than working on your own. But you knew that this had to be a one-off occurrence because you had heard about all of the craziness that surrounded the Winchesters. You were not keen on being pulled into any of it. 

Once the hunt was over, Sam gave you his number and told you to call if you needed help or vice versa. You took it to be polite, but you knew that you weren’t going to call them unless your life depended on it. The three of you went your separate ways before Destiny decided to play her games, and somehow, you ended up working on most of the hunts the brothers were working on. 

It’s like some higher power wanted you to work the Winchesters against your better wishes. Alas, you ended up working with them every time because you couldn’t resist Sam Winchester’s pleading puppy dog eyes. But you got on quite well with Sam, and he slowly became a good friend of yours. 

But your relationship with Dean, on the other hand… Well, let’s just say you had a mutual hatred for each other. You guys practically fought like cats and dogs anytime you interacted, and the two of you couldn’t help but let snide comments leave your lips each time the other was wrong or messed up. Both of you bickered like an old married couple that should have divorced a long time ago, so much so that Sam had to be the mediator constantly if you were to work with the brothers. If he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure if you were either going to throw a punch or fuck each other. 

Dean Winchester is an incredibly infuriating man, and you hated that you found him attractive. It wasn’t lost on you that both of the brothers were hot, like they should be on the cover of a magazine hot, but there was something about Dean that drew you to him more. You didn’t want him to know that, so you hid your attraction for him through your sarcastic demeanor. Eventually, Sam had enough of your bickering that held so much sexual tension that he locked the two of you in the motel room he and Dean were sharing until the two of you could have a civil conversation. 

Sam had left the two of you for a couple of hours. He was half expecting to find the two of you naked in Dean’s bed, but when he unlocked the door, he saw the two of you on separate beds and watching a random movie that was playing on the TV in the room.

In the time that Sam was gone, you guys had bickered and gotten in each other’s faces, but you eventually admitted that it was tiring to keep up the fact that you didn’t exactly hate Dean since the moment you met him and to your surprise, he admitted the same thing. After that, you guys sat on separate beds, finding some common ground between the two of you, and watched whatever was on the TV. 

After that incident, the two of you still argued like a married couple, but there wasn’t any heat behind your words, and it turned into friendly banter between you and the older Winchester. Months went by, and you found yourself as the unofficial third partner to the brothers, accompanying them on the majority of the hunts that they picked up.  

You didn’t know how it happened, but to your utter shock and horror, along the way of becoming friends with Dean Winchester, you developed feelings for him. Of course, you had no idea when you started to feel like this around Dean. Sam was perceptive, caught onto your change in behavior, and had basically interrogated you when he saw you glare at the woman Dean decided to take home that night, trying to ignore the stinging sensation in your chest as he left the bar the three of you were at. 

You had vehemently denied that you felt anything for Dean, but all Sam said in response was a shit-eating grin and gave you a look that said, ‘Yeah, you’re lying, and I know it.’ 

Once Sam had figured out that you liked his brother, he stopped at nothing to leave the two of you alone in hopes that you’d put on your big kid pants and admit your feelings towards him (spoiler alert, you never did). As much as you loved Sam, you honestly wanted to punch him in the face every time he urged you to tell Dean about your feelings. 

You knew that Dean wasn’t a touchy-feely kind of guy, and you definitely knew that he wasn’t one for love or relationships, as evident with the women he picked up at bars after successful hunts. Did your heart clench any time you saw the satisfied smirk on his face the morning after the night out at the bar? You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but yourself, but yeah, it did. 

Now, after a successful hunt, you and the Winchesters found yourselves at the bar across the street from the motel you were staying in. The three of you were at a booth at the corner of the bar, and you had gotten the first round of drinks for each of you. But when Dean volunteered to grab the third round (Sam had gotten the second one), Sam said he was turning in for the night and shot you a sly smile, and you knew exactly what he meant by it. You glared at him briefly before telling him goodnight through gritted teeth (Dean had seen this interaction between you and his brother and was confused by it but brushed it off).

Sam left, and Dean turned to you. “Still want a drink?” He asked. 

You nodded in response, and Dean shot you a small smile before his knuckles knocked on the table, and he made his way toward the bar. A couple of minutes had passed, and Dean wasn’t back from the bar. You looked up from your empty glass to see him being chatted up by a woman dressed to the nines, and clearly, Dean was into her. 

You let out a harsh breath before shaking your head, getting up from the booth, heading to the opposite side of the bar Dean was at, and ordering a vodka soda. You downed in quickly and told the bartender to keep the drinks coming. You didn’t know how many you had until you heard a gruff voice telling the bartender to give you water instead of another drink. You could vaguely recognize Dean’s voice through your drunken haze. 

You turned around in your seat to see Dean right next to you with furrowed brows. “You alright there, kid?” 

Dean hadn’t seen you this drunk before, so he was half concerned but also half amused by the cute pout you had on your face. 

“M’not a kid.” You slurred out, irritated. You hated the nickname that Dean had given you; you weren’t much younger than Dean, you were the same age as Sam. 

“Then why are you pouting like you didn’t get the candy you asked for?” Dean asked, his tone amused. 

You couldn’t help but scowl at him and look around for the woman he was talking to earlier. “Where’s the girl-*hiccup* you were talking to?” You questioned, dazed. 

Dean’s face had scrunched up. “Turns out she plays for the same team.” He muttered lowly, but you managed to hear it through the bar chatter. 

You couldn’t help but burst out in drunken giggles at Dean’s failed attempt to take someone home. Dean looked at you, slightly embarrassed, but couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laughter. 

“Okay, we should probably get you back to your room.” Dean coaxed you off of the bar stool you were sitting on before paying for the tabs and leading you out of the bar. Dean had tucked you into his side as you walked on wobbly legs across the street to the motel. 

Once you reached your room (which was coincidentally right next to the boys’ room). Dean asked where you had your key. You were leaning into Dean, so his question was spoken into your ear quietly, and it sent a shiver down your spine. 

“M’back pocket.” You mumbled out. 

You didn’t see this as your eyes were closed as you rested your head against his shoulder, but his eyes widened at the realization that he’d have to grab it from your jeans pocket. 

“If you remember this in the morning, please don’t punch me, I swear I wasn’t trying to cop a feel.” He had muttered something else under his breath, but you were too out of it to notice what he said. 

Dean managed to get your room key out of your pocket and unlocked your door. He led the two of you inside, and when you saw your bed, you quickly ripped yourself from Dean’s embrace and fell face-first into bed, uncaring if you were still in jeans. 

Dean chuckled at you, and you looked up at him with a pout. “Are you laughing at me?”  

He shook his head, trying to stifle his amusement. “No, of course not.” 

You squinted suspiciously at him before sitting up and pawing at your combat boots. You were fumbling with the laces until you felt a warm hand cover yours. You looked up and found Dean kneeling on the floor in front of you. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he untied your boots for you and pulled them off of your feet. 

“You’re pretty.” You couldn’t help but blurt out drunkenly. 

Dean laughed, his green eyes sparkling with mirth. “Maybe I should get you drunk often, maybe you’ll compliment me more.” He sent you one of his smug smirks before standing up and heading toward the small kitchenette in your room.

He filled a glass with water before heading to the bathroom. He grabbed some aspirin that was stored in the medicine cabinet (you had no idea that he knew where you stored your painkillers). He came over to the bed with the water and painkillers and set them on the nightstand.

As he was bustling around your room, you had managed to wiggle off your jeans and get underneath the covers of the bed.  You looked at Dean underneath the warm lighting of the lamp that illuminated the room. His freckles were prominent in this lighting, and you couldn’t help but stare at his side profile. 

Dean noticed your intense gaze on him and smirked down at you after setting the water and aspirin on your nightstand. “See something you like?” He gently teased. Dean felt his hand twitch, trying to resist the temptation to brush back the stray hairs on your forehead. 

“Mhm, I like your face.” You smiled in a drunken bliss before your eyes fluttered. “I like you a lot actually.” You said before you felt the pull of sleep tug at your eyes. 

Your eyes shut, and your breathing evened out as you succumbed to sleep, leaving Dean standing in shock next to you. He looked down at your sleeping form before shaking his head. He’d deny the fact he felt his heartbeat quicken at your drunken admission. Dean quickly left your room and entered his shared room with Sam. 

Lucky for him, Sam was sound asleep in his bed, and Dean quickly got ready for bed, trying to ignore the fact you may or may not have shared the same feelings as he did. 

You woke up with a groan. Your head was pounding. You saw through your bleary eyes that there were some painkillers left out with a glass of water right next to them on your nightstand. You sat up as quickly as you could and grabbed the things off the nightstand. You downed some of the water before taking the aspirin and then drinking the rest of the water. 

You put the glass back on the nightstand before crawling back under the covers, wanting to let the ache in your head subside slightly before getting ready for the day. But fate was not on your side because pounding came from your door, making pain shoot through your head, and Dean waltzed into your room with a bag of food and a wide smirk on his face. 

“Rise and shine, kid!” He said enthusiastically. 

You shot up from your spot on the bed and glared at him. “I hate you. And stop calling me kid.” 

“Well, that’s not what you said last night.” Dean smirked knowingly. 

Your heart dropped to your stomach; what the hell did you say last night? “What do you mean?” 

Dean placed the food on the table before leaning on its edge. “Do you not remember what you said last night?” 

You shook your head. “Nope. Last thing I remember was you leading me out of the bar.” 

Dean's smirk faltered. He wasn’t expecting that. “You don’t remember anything at all after that?” 

“No. Why did I say anything important?” 

Dean cleared his throat, trying to seem nonchalant and hide what he was actually feeling. He shook his head. 

“Uh, no. But I got you some grub, we’re gonna head out in 30 so be ready then.” He said stiffly before leaving the room. Not looking at you once before the door closed with a click. 

You stared at the door, confused. That was probably the most awkward Dean had ever been around you. But you shook it off and decided to pack up and eat the breakfast Dean got you. 

You’d figure out what you said to Dean later. 

[daddydixonscrossbow]

My own little blurb about writing reader into Season 2 Episode 4 | The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon, The Book Of Carol.

Gif from: theewalkindead on tumblr

!!! POTENTIAL SPOILERS BELOW !!!

“Go! Go!” You yell to Carol, waving her off, “I got these three!”

She nods, running off into the building. You let out a grunt as you kick the one walker back, stabbing the other with your knife.

The third comes up and you duck, spinning around to knock its leg out from under it, finish it off with your knife to its skull.

The third one falls to the ground, dead, and you take off running in the direction Carol ran.

“Hey, hey we gotta-“ you freeze in your tracks, seeing Daryl standing there was a shock. You almost felt like you were hallucinating, “W-wha-“

Daryl steps away from Carol and meets you halfway.

You fall into the embrace you never thought you’d feel again, but this moment right here, right now, is what made you happy as hell that you held onto that little sliver of hope.

“What are ya’doin’ here?” Daryl leans back, cupping your face with his hands as he sniffles, “Oh my god.” He pulls you back in, “Are y’good?”

He leans back out to examine the gash on your cheek but you swat his hands away, “I should be askin’ you that.” You reach up, running your thumb gently over his beat up face, “I knew you were still alive.”

“Yeah, yeah, m’still kickin’.” He shakes his head, quickly turning his attention to the gunshots growing closer, “C’mon.”

He looks back at Carol while giving your hand a squeeze, “We gotta move. Now.”

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Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[shorthaltsjester]

downfall has me thinking about the prime deities far more than is best for my mental health and so i’ve been rewatching c1 just because so many of the pcs have relationships with the gods — even percy and keyleth who hold lower opinions of the gods still have relationships with them — and good grief . you ever think about whitestone as this bastion of love that the gods still have for one another and the love that a party of idiots have for one another. that the centrepiece of the town is a tree from the dawnfather, one used for the builders of castle whitestone to take shelter from the tumultuous lands of the alabaster sierras. a mountain range that came about out of the conflict between the dawn father and the chained oblivion.

the fact that the family that whitestone’s lost son found and brought back with him amounted to two temples being erected, and how fitting that after defeating the briarwoods, the two gods that are given new houses of worship in whitestone are the gods of death and redemption, fate and compassion. do you ever think about how many of vox machina are champions but how much the ones who are not are still held in good faith by the gods, whether or not that is returned? do you ever think about the raven queen telling percy he is broken and reminding him that does not mean he is alone, that means he is mortal, as are all those whom he loves. do you ever think about percy’s death letter, read by vox machina in a tavern as he tells them that the raven queen calling him broken finally opened his eyes to the fact that he has chosen his life (and thus, he might choose better), writing “one the lie [that vengeance would bring my family back] was shattered, I scrambled to find a solution, to make a deal, to undo my mistakes and balance the scales. I now understand that there are no scales. There is no redemption, and no ledger that judges me good or evil. I am free to simply be myself and live with the terrible mistakes I’ve made. Tomorrow, I start upon a path beyond the gods and demons who have tormented me, and it’s your friendship that makes this possible. […] I will try and do my best for you all.” and signing it Percival, of Vox Machina - the family he found and chose, not the one he lost and buried himself in vengeance to avoid. and fucking, vex having just heard percy forgive ripley also hearing those words and having carved the word forgive on the weapon she carries who has a conversation with him to remind him (and herself) that committing to forgiveness over grudges and vengeance means also forgiving the person he’s been that prioritized vengeance. the fact that one of the main things they bond over is that they have similar dispositions to justice and a similar unwillingness to forgive but they both see that in themselves as something they wish to improve at, and that when they eventually marry, each time is by someone devoted to a god neither of them necessarily worship but each of which oversees a domain particularly relevant to that connection - keeper yennen is a worshipper of erathis, and thus the justice that both percy and vex care to honour; pike is a worshipper of raei, and thus the redemption that both vex and percy seek (and see in one another). do you get it.

and god the entirety of the final arc of vox machina is truly some of the most interesting cr content for me just because you get the silliness and depth of vox machina in the face of these Beings On High and they all gaze at these idiots trying to save the world with fondness and the realization with downfall that in many ways those gods were just as much idiots trying to save the world makes that so, so interesting. and i wonder what might’ve happened if one of the gods they’d gone to see had been the lawbearer or the wildmother, what might have been made of percy and keyleth. i wonder if the lawbearer might have taken an interest in a calculating and curious man who loves to strike a deal and stick to it, even if manipulating the contents of the deal made to better suit his ends - especially given that percy was rejected by ioun for his propensity not to share his knowledge, and especially given that whitestone has a historical precedent for worship of the lawbearer. and i wonder what the wildmother would make of an angry girl who is fated to watch the people and places she loves be irrevocably changed and die, who wields her vestige, and who favours the world and it’s people over the gods and their rules — something i’m willing to bet melora would find some common ground with.

there’s also some beautiful symmetry between the relationships of the gods to which vox machina become champions and their own relationships with one another. and i’ve made my post about vax and vex vs. the matron of ravens and the dawn father, but i also think quite a lot about vex and scanlan vs. pelor and ioun. vex and scanlan who can be quite antagonistic to one another but also understand each other as few others do; scanlan who tells the dawn father that vex is not perfect but she is the most perfect among them, vex who hears the knowing mistress tell scanlan that his stories give vox machina strength and genuinely tells him it’s true and that he is very powerful, even when he tries to joke about it. ioun and pelor were the ones to take on tharizdun, ioun nearly perishing and having to hide away to recover. when vox machina asks pelor for her location he doesn’t know it. and fuckin. dalen’s closet. should be a silly little wedding oneshot ends with fuckin. vex glowing with the light of the dawnfather as her and percy, the living son of whitestone, are married by pike who is a cleric and is also the champion of the god of redemption, where the champion of ioun turns into a. dinosaur to walk his friend down the aisle and then grants a wish so that she can see her brother again and the champion of the matron of ravens comes to visit - something that is explicitly stated to be allowed by the matron of ravens. where a twin glowing like the dawn and a twin darkened by raven feather embrace. do you get it . do you see it. the fact that the first story we all heard in exandria was one of a family threatened by fate who could not beat it but did their best with it and that now downfall, the newest story but with parts of the oldest story in exandria’s timeline, is the same. a family who is doing the best with what they have, and what they have isn’t always great.

[chackyxyooj]

The Beginning

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Description: Gene just wants to have a smoke on school grounds but you, a Student Council member, particularly take an issue with this. Pairing: PDH!Gene x Reader. WC: 2.4K Content Warning: Smoking; Swearing; Implicit SA framing. !!READER DISCRESION IS ADVISED!!

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Leaning back against the wall, Gene tucks his lighter into his pocket and takes a drag of his cigarette. With the fall playoff season just around the corner, the teachers and hall monitors of Phoenix Drop High have become lenient with students leaving class early. It makes it extremely easy for the boy to slip in and out of the school with no consequence - and with how slowly classes move through material, only Irene knows how bored Gene can get. He’s finally starting to remember why school is such a drag.

A bell rings from inside the school and Gene naturally checks the time on his phone. It’s the five minute warning bell; not that Gene intends to go to his next class. He’s perfectly content staying out of sight and out of mind.

As Gene takes another slow puff of his cigarette, his attention is drawn to the sound of footsteps. Shit. He didn’t think anyone would waste their time sweeping the perimeter of the school when they had their little sport teams to worry about. Not in the mood to receive a lecture, the boy prepares to put out his cigarette. That’s until he sees that it’s a student who has rounded the corner.

At first he doesn’t recognize the person who stands before him, but the look on their face as they approach sparks familiarity. It’s you.

Gene feels a frown begin to pull at his lips. His conversations with you have always been brief (and under dubious circumstances) but you’re not the kind of person he wants to deal with right now. Council members like you are always stuck up and self righteous; even more so than the teachers. Gene’s point is only proved right when you place yourself right in front of him, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Smoking on school grounds is prohibited.” You state, your gaze briefly snapping down to the cigarette Gene has in his mouth.

“And?” 

“And it causes significant damage to your health.”

“It does?” Gene scoffs and takes another huff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke at your face. “Well aren’t you just the sweetest little thing to tell me that.”

Gene attempts to blow another puff of smoke at you but you pluck the cigarette from his mouth and crush it with the heel of your shoe. It’s not unlike Council members to be so uptight about following school rules but Gene has never taken you for someone so confrontational. Something about that would be amusing if it wasn’t so damn annoying.

“The hell’d you do that for? That brand ain’t cheap, you know.” Gene scowls. When you don’t immediately reply the boy takes a step forward, grabbing your wrist and holding you in place. You instinctively twitch away but don’t really try to run. “Destroying someone else’s stuff is real mean. You ought to make it up to me somehow. Let’s say twenty bucks and we call it square.”

“Really? That much for a single cigarette?” Your voice comes out strained; as if you’re pushing out every single word you say. “Damn delinquent…”

“What was that?”

You frown and turn away. “Fine. I’ll pay you back at the end of the day, so meet me at the Student Council room when classes are over.”

“See? Was that so hard?” The boy grins down at you as you jerk your wrist away from his grip. You roll your eyes as you adjust your uniform, retreating from Gene almost immediately. The boy can’t help but let his eyes drag across your form as you begin walking away.

Gene doesn’t really like Student Council members, but he does seem to like you. It’s the only logical reason to explain why he’s so willing to go along with your terms. As soon as the school day is out and classes are dismissed, Gene meets you exactly where you told him to. It isn’t until he’s standing right outside of the Council’s door that he realises how troublesome you are.

Several voices talk over one another; about what Gene doesn’t care to find out, but the boy realises that he agreed to your terms a bit too easily. He won’t let that happen a second time.

Instead of knocking Gene opts to let himself inside. The weight of the entire student council staring at him doesn’t phase him. Rather, he finds it amusing how the entirety of the Council scowls at his sudden appearance. Questions like ‘what are you doing’ and ‘why are you here’ are like music to Gene’s ears. It’s an especially sweet sound when your voice lulls over the rest and you clear the confusion in the air.

“Apologies everyone, but it seems I’ll have to cut today’s meeting short. We’ll take care of everything in relation to the upcoming school sports event tomorrow.”

Quiet murmurs of confusion ripple through the room but they don’t last long. The room clears quickly, with the final exiting Council member closing the door as they leave. It all but leaves Gene feeling a bit impressed.

“All that for me? How sweet.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You quip in reply. The boy watches with curious eyes as you begin rearranging the desks in the room. The group of desks that were previously arranged to face each other are moved into two rows of five. “Did you know that there are four separate teacher lounges across the school? This room was supposed to be another lounge but the school board deemed it unnecessary because of its proximity to the teacher lounge on the floor above. We’re right underneath it, actually.”

“And why do I care?”

“It’s called small talk. Ever heard of it?” You sweep the perimeter of the room before retrieving a clipboard that had been hanging on the door behind Gene. There’s a slight click as you pull it off the door and your brows furrow. “Seeing as you’ve become so adept at avoiding the teachers to sneak around, I thought a delinquent like you would find it interesting that the ‘esteemed Student Council room’ was once a teacher’s lounge.”

Gene rolls his eyes, his patience quickly wearing thin. “How about you stop stalling and give me my money already?”

You cross the room with a quiet sigh, placing yourself on top of one of the desks and twisting how you sit so that you face Gene. Only one desk sits between you and Gene and you’ve elected to rest your feet on its edge. “Money? When did we ever agree to that?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart.” Gene’s voice comes out in a low, irritated grumble. You, on the other hand, smile a pleasant sort of smile - one that only serves to make Gene’s blood boil. “What are your fellow Council members gonna think when they find out you’re a stupid little coward who goes back on your word?”

“Are you trying to threaten me?”

“You? The Council President? Never.” Gene remarks sarcastically as he steps further into the room. He rounds the desk where your feet are rested and leans forward, reveling in the way your gaze narrows when he catches you off guard. “What? Didn’t think I’d notice the way your little council members followed your every whim? I wonder what they’d think of their president if they knew your true character.”

At first you frown, but then you smile. And finally you laugh.

“I’ll give you this, delinquent. You’re more intelligent than you let on. A near perfect grade point average is almost unheard of for someone who skips out on class so much. Who would’ve thought that a bad boy who loves smoking behind the school and who goes around calling himself a ‘Shadow Knight’ actually does all his homework? Students like you are a troublesome bunch, but you’re also… useful. So lend me a hand.”

“Lend you a hand?” At first Gene thinks you’re joking, but he quickly realises that he’s wrong. ��Not a chance.”

“Oh, I wasn’t asking. I was simply displaying the extent of my generosity.” You use your hands to support your weight as you lean back against the desk. “Do you know what kind of trouble the school will get into if a scandal of some sort were to occur? What a silly question, of course you do. And as Council President, I can’t just sit by and let troublesome students do as they wish. I need to ensure that all of them are… compliant.”

“Compliant?” Gene scoffs, nearly amused. “You call that psycho sophomore girl compliant?”

“Her? She knows her place. I’ve made sure of it.” You muse, tilting your head ever so slightly. “And now it’s your turn, Delinquent. It’s about time you learn your place.”

Now it’s Gene’s turn to narrow his eyes. “Gonna write me up for smoking or some shit?”

“That? Oh, no. That would only get you a slap on the wrist.” You lean forward with a coy smile. “You’re going to agree to the terms of my generosity because it’s what’s best for you. Unless you want to find yourself expelled.”

Before Gene has a chance to question you, you reach up and roughly grasp his loose tie and jerk him off the desk. Once the boy is standing you kick over the desk in front of you to send it crashing against the floor, quickly followed by you calling out for a teacher to help. Almost as if on cue, there’s scraping and the sound of scrambling feet - as if someone from upstairs put an abrupt halt to whatever they were just doing.

Up until now Gene would’ve called your actions the result of a temper tantrum, but your intentions suddenly become obvious when your grip on Gene’s tie tightens.

Gene tries to pull away from your grasp but your grip is surprisingly strong. As the footsteps from upstairs approach the door, their hand fumbles against the doorknob. The door wasn’t locked when he barged in earlier but the sound of the approaching teacher’s keys makes it obvious that’s not the case anymore.

Just as Gene opens his mouth to speak you pull him down to your level. He has to put his hands on either side of you to prevent himself from falling into you completely.

“Imagine what a teacher will think if the commotion they heard is followed up by the sight of an intimidating delinquent like you towering over the Student Council President.” You speak ever so softly, your breath hot against Gene’s ear. “Not to mention that the door was locked when they arrived. How hard would it be to convince them you had less than savoury intentions?”

“You wouldn’t…”

“I would.” You laugh sweetly against Gene’s neck, your laugh soft and breathy. If not for the circumstances Gene might’ve called your laugh addicting, but right now that was anything but the truth. “Watch me.”

Gene can feel his blood boiling at the way you’re so smug. He racks his brain for some kind of solution to this mess but he knows you have him beat. Through gritted teeth and clenched fists, Gene submits to your will.

“Fine.”

“What was that?”

“I said fine!”

Not a moment sooner that the door to the Student Council room flies open, you release your grip on Gene’s tie. The boy immediately makes distance between himself and you but that didn’t stop the teacher from catching a glimpse of what happened. Or rather, what you let them think was happening.

The teacher quickly places themself between you and Gene, though their attention is very obviously focused on you as they ask what happened.

You, in all your Student Council ways, smile in apology. Off the top of your head you weave a lie that appears to alleviate the teacher’s suspicions. It’s almost disgusting how quickly you managed to turn the tides in your favour, though Gene would be remiss to think that he ever had a chance against you in here.

You get off the hook with barely a slap on the wrist, leaving Gene a frustrated mess. He can hardly wipe the scowl that has etched its way onto his face. On the other hand, you seem completely and utterly satisfied.

“Don’t look so upset with me. It’s not like you got in trouble.” You remind Gene in some cruel attempt to soothe him. You reach forward to straighten his tie but Gene swats your hand away.

“Fuck off.” Gene growls and you comply, but not without a smug laugh.

“Alright, you don’t have to be so hostile.” You back away from Gene and pick the desk up off the floor. “But as for your compliance, there’s only one thing I need from you for now.”

“For now?” Repeats Gene but you show no signs of hearing his question.

You tap around on your phone until you finally come across what you’ve been looking for. You turn your screen toward Gene and he’s irritatingly met with a map of the school, but several spots around the perimeter have been highlighted with different colours.

“You have to abide by this outline if you’re ever trying to sneak a cigarette break during school hours.” You explain.

Gene scoffs. “As if I’d listen to any rule you give me after the shit you just pulled.”

“I think you’ll find that the places I’ve highlighted are already many of the places you and your ‘Shadow Knights’ have scoped out for your shenanigans. I know the patterns of the teachers and hall monitors as well as you do, so I think you’ll find that this request is perfectly reasonable.”

“And if I refuse?”

“You can’t.” You feign a sweet smile as an airdrop notification appears on Gene’s phone.

Gene accepts the image but not without rolling his eyes first. “You’re a real sweetheart, aren’t you?”

You laugh, pulling your school bag onto your shoulders as you make your exit. Just before you leave you shoot Gene a quick glance. It’s surprisingly soft. Gentle, even. Gene isn’t quite sure what to make of it but it feels… different. He thinks it’s unsettling to be honest, but that word alone isn’t enough to describe the emotional highs and lows you just forced on him.

Never the matter. If there’s one thing Gene knows for sure, it’s that people reap what they sow; and you’ve just sown a particularly bittersweet seed.

[babyseraphim]

pianist!edwin headcanon that he regularly seeks out public use pianos when he needs to clear his head (like the ones at malls/airports/etc). everyone that walks by assumes its an automatic player piano, so he can perform for an audience without it being suspicious

also, the image of edwin flirting with charles via teaching him to play piano has bewitched me. i know from experience that the inherent eroticism of teaching your crush to play piano is off the charts

[paperxcrowns]

i am genuinely tweaking over the fact that macgyver (2016) practically glosses over the fact that Mac was straight up!!! Lying!!!! to bozer for YEARS.

this would have been such good material to use to explore Mac and Bozer's relationship, and how complex the situation was bc YES it feels like a betrayal but it's also Mac simply protecting Bozer from his dangerous life and still keeping him close despite the danger, despite the very real possibility of bozer accidentally finding out or simply using bozer to get to Mac.

NOT TO MENTION. Boze was Mac's only link to something not remotely related to his job!!! the only bit of normal in his chaotic life!!!!

both of them having to find their footing again after the reveal bc nothing can go back to normal. like. bozer thinking back to all the weird injuries mac returned home with from his think tank business trips, all the lies, all the secrecy, all the time. justified hurt on bozer's side as well as understanding bc if the roles were reversed wouldn't bozer also lie to keep his closest friend safe? understanding the reason doesn't make the years of lies hurt any less.

adhjfkglgl i have. so many thoughts about this. i am clawing at the walls.

[ohproserpine]

Is Dolly powerful as well? Or is she similar to a normal Demon? Could she be an overlord in the future?

under the constraints of her contract, no dolly isn't powerful :P but if her wings were unclipped then, yes, i could definitely see her being an overlord! esp with her connection to alastor

[cuecrynsleep]

Being Transparent

Angela can't stop thinking about Amanda choking her for a bit. After a startling realization she has an open and honest talk with her. This is based off of the recent Smosh Games video when Amanda (jokingly) choked Angela.

Tags: Implied sexual content, choking kink, open kink communication, established relationship

Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a representation of those in Smosh, rather a fan made perspective on the characters they portray online. Remain respectful.

Word count: 1,308

It was never rough, nor too hard. It was exaggerated, the way Amanda's hands in Tinky Winky's gloves wrapped around her character's neck. She lightly pushed her around back and forth, but never once squeezing just to be careful. In fact her gloved hands wrapped around the bottom of her neck, touching her collarbone to make sure she didn't hurt her.

It was an instinct how Angela found herself reacting, grabbing onto the purple gloves on the base of her neck. She lightly squeezed Amanda's hands, unintentionally pushing further. There was a little constriction. Feigning off her realisation and panic she over exaggerated her reactions. She leaned back and forth, holding onto her hands as she erratically opened and closed her mouth pretending to struggle to get air. Egging her on was the sounds of the crew laughing, she could hear so clearly Shayne's side comment. Then as soon as it ended, it was over.

The moment remained in her mind after that, staying there, brewing, constantly reminding her of Amanda's hands. Except they weren't covered by purple gloves from a costume. Except they weren't in a room with their fellow cast and crew. They were alone, by themselves, in the comfort of Angela's apartment.

She could imagine it all so vividly. Amanda's voice, deepening as she whispered in her ear. The plush couch cushion avoids Angela's knees to weaken and fall. Amanda's knee separated Angela's thighs as she pushed further. She could feel the pressure radiating down to her core, as she waited with bated breaths to feel it more. Then she's taken back to the moment.

Amanda's hand on the nape of her neck pushing her forward towards her. A brief kiss on her lips leaving a tingling sensation. Then her hand swiftly moves forward around her neck, squeezing at the base of it. Her thumb pushing against her throat, constricting her breaths making it come off more desperate. The pressure makes her pant deeper sharper breaths as her mind gets clouded with lust.

She could feel every passing second making her more wet with want and need. A throaty moan, muffled by a choke, as Amanda's grip softened. She took in a sharp breath, carefully breathing in and out as she instinctively pushed her neck closer to Amanda's hand. She'd look up and saw her beautiful face with a smirk, knowing full well both of them were enjoying this.

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Angela bursted up out of bed, her hand on her chest, as she felt her racing heart. Her mind clouded with the memory of the dream infecting every corner of her brain. She ignored the uncomfortable pressure in between her legs, squeezing her thighs as she let out a shaky sigh.

"Shit," she cussed. She looked around her room as if she'd get any answers as to why she had that dream. Her hand reached to run through her hair, as she leaned back against the headboard. This has gotten way too far. Soon enough, Amanda would notice even the slightest difference to how she's acting. Which would then mean Chanse would notice, which could only translate to other people noticing from Courtney to Arasha and so on. The thought itself made her panic.

It's not like it was weird for Angela to have these types of thoughts about Amanda. They were dating for Christ's sake. Though what made her hesitate, what made Angela panic, was the line they were yet to cross in their somewhat new relationship. Never had rushed hands, pulling at clothing, and desperate kisses lasting longer than they should ever make it past there.

She could only be glad that both her and Amanda were off today as she reached towards her bedside table. Quick hands grabbed at her phone, unplugging it from the charger, as she looked at it anxiously. One of the first steps in a relationship was communication, which would then come hand in hand with honesty. Amanda valued both and Angela knew that. She knew that full well. With a deep breath, she checked the time, noticing it was early afternoon as she pulled up Amanda's contact. A text message asking if she could call was quickly replied to. Then as the familiar ringtone rang through her ears, and the sound of Amanda's voice made her smile, she spoke.

"Hey," she paused. "You see there's actually a reason I'm calling you today."

"Oh?" Amanda asked. "Okay, lay it on me. What is it Ange?"

Angela sighed. Somehow those words made it harder for her, as she struggled to find a good starting point. "Okay, wait, before I start I just want to make something clear." Amanda hummed in response, showing she was listening. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so if I do, just tell me and I'll drop it immediately."

"Is everything okay?" She asked, concern evident in her tone.

"It's just that we didn't exactly get to that stage in our relationship yet." Angela said slightly hesitating over her words. She could only hope Amanda would understand what she was referring to.

A beat of silence passed and she couldn't help but wish that she could see Amanda's face. Maybe her comforting touches on her knee or a lingering hand on the small of her back would've made this all easier.

Then, as blunt as ever, Amanda replied. "Are you talking about sex?" she asked. "Because that's like the only stage I think you could be referring to."

"Yeah," Angela awkwardly shifted.

"Well, obviously we both thought about it before," Amanda started. "So what's different?"

Angela sighed. She sank deeper and deeper into her bed as she pulled her blanket up to her chin. Her phone placed beside her head, as anxious hands grabbed at the blanket as if it'd help ground her into the moment.

"I had a wet dream about you." She started. Her voice continued on before Amanda could even respond, let alone fully process her words. "Do you remember when we were filming that poker video for Smosh Games? You were playing Tinky Winky and I was some fucking dude that just wanted coffee."

It sounded incredibly stupid now that Angela was putting it into words. The mention of a teletubby of all things and the thought of how many jokes she made during that shoot made Angela internationally cringe. She let out a silent groan, hating her subconscious for even pulling that thought in the first place.

"Uh," Amanda awkwardly started. "Where is this going?" She asked, before quickly adding on in a rushed voice. "I'm not judging you! I'm just confused!"

"Okay," Angela laughed this time. "Not what you're thinking, I'm sure," she said. "Look, you were choking me." She finally admitted, Amanda's words had helped calm her down. She always felt seen and listened to by her. Though the conversation wasn't exactly wholesome, and the context that started it all was nothing but silly, she couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, okay," Amanda said after a brief moment of silence. "So, you think you're into that?"

"Yeah, probably," Angela said. She looked up at her ceiling, her hands still fidgeting with the blanket.

Amanda let out a light chuckle. "That's cool," she said. "If you want to try it out at some point, we can.”

Angela could feel the smile pulling at her cheeks as she could feel a familiar twist in her stomach. "Thanks Amanda." A comfortable moment of silence followed, and Angela let herself let go of the blanket, putting her phone against her ear.

"So, do I need the Twinky Winky gloves or can we do without? Because personally, I really don't want that teletubby anywhere near something like that."

"Shut up!" Angela said, before breaking off into a genuine laugh. "I know it's stupid how this all originated! I blame my subconscious mind if anything!”

[0vergrowngraveyard]

tails gets uncomfortable laying on his back bc of the whole attempted robotization thing in Lost World

[snnumntik]

making a new ttrpg system called D&D (Dunkins and Dread) where you're just some guy in massachusetts