alcohol abuse

Mist (Sweet Pea X Reader)

Requested: “Hi can I get an imagine where you’re really tiny but SP is tall and it’s really cold and raining one day at the quarry. He gives you his jacket and you refuse, but he insists and Toni, Jug and Fangs tease you guys about it. He eventually drops you home and you guys end up watching the thunderstorm together. Thank you”

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“Hey, I love your blog. Please keep up the masterpieces! And could I please request Sweet Pea dating a short girl?”


You sat next to Toni on a log along with Fangs. Sweet Pea sat in a lawn chair on the other side of you and Jughead across from you in a lawn chair as well. You had a can of non-alcoholic beer in your hand which Toni brought a 6-pack of for you. Your grandfather died from his abuse of alcohol so you did your best to stay away from it but the taste of it was still good, and your friend knew that.

All of you sat together by yourselves but there were others there at the Quarry. Everyone having their own fun and hanging out, away from the city. Fangs was telling a story of the dumb things that him and Sweet Pea did when they were young.

Light rain fell upon all the Serpents, almost like a mist. It was getting late and some people started leaving especially because of the rain. But you guys stayed put, not letting rain ruin a good time.

A slight shiver fell down your back because you had a ripped short-sleeved band shirt on. Exposing more skin for the rain. Sweet Pea saw the shiver in the corner of his eye and whispered, “Do you need my jacket?”

You looked over with a smile and shook your head, “I’ll be fine, thanks Pea.” and another shiver fell down your back which caused Sweet Pea to take off his Serpent jacket and put it on your shoulders. Toni noticed what was going on and quickly got Jughead and Fangs to look at the two of you.

Before you could say thank you to Sweet Pea, a whistle came from Fangs. Your eyes widen at the noise and then you looked at Sweet Pea, then back at the others.

“She was cold so I gave her my jacket, calm down alright?” Sweet Pea said trying to stop the three from doing anything.

Too late.

“I KNEW IT!” Toni yelled out while Jughead began to sing Can You Feel The Love Tonight softly while Fangs sang back up, who has a lovely falsetto. Toni began going on and on about the all the things she saw that showed any signs of “love” between the two of you.

You couldn’t stop them so you laughed while your cheeks were turning pink. Sweet Pea’s anger grew until he saw your reaction and his tension quickly softened and he began to laugh.

“Alright, I think it’s time for us to go.” Sweet Pea spike up. When he said “us” you thought he was talking about him and Fangs since you came with Toni. He stood up and held out his hand for you. You took it with a smile and stood up, seeing how tall this boy is. You always knew he was taller, but when you stood so close to him, you felt so small, but also protected.

You waved goodbye to the gang as you walked next to Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea put his arm around your back and softly pulled you closer to him as you passed other Serpents.

“Where are we going?” You softly ask him. He smiles and replys, “I am just gonna take you home, you need a nice warm bath to warm you up so you don’t get a cold.” He wraps his jacket closer on to you which looks like a dress on you. “God, how do you make a leather jacket look so adorable?” He asks.

You are riding on his motorcycle to your house until you decide you don’t wanna leave Sweet Pea. “Let’s go to your house.” You yell out to him. He made the quickest turn around and headed toward his trailer. “Eager are we?” You say to which he responds by revving his engine.

Once you get there, he’s like mother to a sick baby. “Okay, I have some warmer clothes. Here is a blue long sleeve and black sweatpants. What are you doing standing? Come on, lay down.” He sits you down on the couch and pulls two blankets over you.

“Um…how am I supposed to change?” You ask with a giggle and his eyes widen. “Oh right!” He sets the clothes on the table. “I’ll be in my room.” He walks off and closes the door and you begin to dress into his clothes which smell like heaven and surprisingly, vanilla. You look into the reflection of the mirror and see that clothes look absolutely gigantic on you which caused you to laugh.

Sweet Pea peaks his head out, “What’s so funny?” He walks out and his eyes lighten when he sees you. He can put into words the how happy you are making him feel right now, so he shows it by pulling your hips to him and giving the most loving and softest kiss you’ve ever received.

He finally pulls away and picks you up bridal style and spins you around. “Alright, Y/N what would you like to do this fine evening?” Your eyes sparkle in his eyes and you giggle. “I just wanna be with you.”

The rest of the night you spend talking to each other while listening to the rain, that became a thunderstorm, crash on to the trailer. A calming sound that brings the both of you to a sound sleep in each other’s arms.

The types as my shitty mental illness coping mechanisms

Istj: social withdrawal
Intj: setting things on fire
Istp: reckless driving
Intp: dissociation
Isfj: constantly crying
Isfp: procrastinating
Infp: enabling people to take advantage of me
Infj: self-sabotage
Estj: denial
Entj: stubbornness
Estp: shoplifting
Entp: drug and alcohol abuse
Esfj: self-blame
Esfp: risky sex
Enfp: binge eating
Enfj: gossiping

As a child I was taught to believe addicts are somehow “bad people.” However, now that I am white-knuckling through my own sobriety and recovery, I am finding these so-called “bad people” are my soulmates. Addicts are remarkable people. Addicts fight a war within themselves every single day. Addicts are stereotyped and discriminated against. Addicts are beaten down and made to believe they are weak. With all odds against them, addicts do live healthy lives in recovery, and for that, I am grateful.
Blossom.

Eleventh Doctor Oneshot/ X-reader.

A/n: Sooooo, Doctor Who is on in a little while and I’m just real excited. I wanted to write something and I literally just came up with this hella fast so yeah, I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading. Hope you all enjoy the new season! 

Summary: Both the Doctor and reader have a crush on each other, the reader has been travelling with the Doctor for a year now and he wants to take the reader somewhere special. The Doctor finds this beautiful planet that made him think of you but little does he know what the events of that planet will conclude. 

Tags: Springtime, mild smut?

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol abuse, language, make-out session, mild smut? 

Words: 1.25K

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You’ve been travelling with the Doctor for a while now, a year to be exact, and there has never been a time in the whole twenty-five years that you have been alive that you have loved someone to this extent.

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She tells me
she hates the taste
of whiskey
except for when
she tastes it on my tongue.
And I want to be the one
for her but
loving me is lonely
and the hangover is hell.
I don’t want to become
the bad habit that
she has to recover from.
—  The Taste of Whiskey, V.P.
Waking Days Ch1 - Enter Bill Cipher

A/N: Helllooo and thank you for being so patient with me. I know, I know, with that little joke I had it coming, but look, I’ve finally delivered!

I took a long while with figuring out a title for the long fic, and I may change it later, but this is what I’ve got for now, so feedback is appreciated. (And yes, the chapter title is literally the same one as from Flat Dreams. I am a nerd.) Enjoy, you guys. :3

Warning: Implied substance abuse. 

AU by @doodledrawsthings. Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan.

“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache.”

W. Shakespeare, Cymbeline


Ever since he took that deal, he’d been regretting it.

Looking back now, he would take a million years in that stone tomb over what that giant salamander had subjected him to. He hadn’t expected on getting his power back, not really, but the least that jerk could do was give him a proper form. Hell, or at least keep him a triangle. But he’d never expected this. He’d been thrown into this form with no directions, no explanation except “You must absolve your crime.”

Yeah, great, what the hell did that even mean.

He hated it. He hated everything about this stupid body, about this weak pitiful meat sack that frilly asshole decided to shove him in. He had nothing, no power, no immortality, no means of escape. And if that wasn’t enough, he was slowly dying. He could even feel it. The slow, painful way each cell was loosing its energy. In just a few decades he would degrade, grow cold and end up feeding worms before he knew it, if this sack of flesh didn’t give up on him even sooner. After watching humans for so long, he’d seen just how easily they could die, hell he’d even been the cause of a lot of them. He’d found it funny, how easily they can break.

He didn’t now.

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When did you become my enemy?