and man did it come out terribly

stuff that was (probably) overheard in the haus

holster: dude, which of these ties for the banquet?

ransom: well, I’d say this one looks better with your suit, but that one brings out those beautiful baby blues, bro

holster: …bro


nursey: how can you not appreciate this? it’s ART, man! it’s a huge fuck-you to society’s standards, to their rules, to their total control over how we all have to look and talk and think!

dex: just admit that you put your shirt on inside out by accident


shitty: as she simultaneously tackles and proves herself in yet another field of art, this is clearly some of ms. duan’s most inspiring work yet. the composition, the lighting, the sheer beauty of the subject-

lardo: all i asked was if you thought this selfie was good enough for instagram


bitty: what the HELL, jack. i thought you were my FRIEND. i thought you had my back. i thought you were my captain, i thought i could trust you…but you betrayed me. get out of my kitchen. i can’t look at you right now. i need to be alone

jack: bits, all i did was accidentally buy margarine


farmer: i was super into yu-gi-oh when i was a kid

chowder: damn that’s weird because i’m super into YOU-gi-oh right now

farmer: that was terrible and i love you


jack: where are a double double and a box of timbits when you need them, eh?

ransom: ugh i know

bitty: what language is this


holster: if i staged a one man production of legally blonde the musical would you come see it

ransom: yes but you have to come to my one man show of wicked

holster: deal


lardo: if you could have dinner with any person who died who would you have it with? i think i’d pick frida kahlo

shitty: whoever invented weed


jack: when i was little i used to have nightmares about global warming because i was afraid the ice would all melt so i couldn’t play hockey anymore

bitty: that is simultaneously adorable and heartbreaking


dex: okay so you literally know how to knit but the minute i play any journey music I’M the old man

nursey: i’m classy old. i’m a gracefully aging angela bassett. you’re a white dad at a barbecue whose secret spice is pepper

Li’l Lou

Pairings- Loki Laufeyson x Reader, starring dense!reader.

Requested by anon and based on this imagine of mine.

Warnings- this is probably not as romantic as you expect. I had no idea what to write, so I came up with something which I hope is kinda funny?

Originally posted by amarnaphile

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I am a nightmare.

Totally just using tumblr as like a picture diary and vent fest. I sort of have this image in my city of being a super positive, empowering human when in reality I’m a sad sack of shit.


I live in Texas and I met a boy who lived in Florida. This was back when I was like 90 lbs. we talked non stop for weeks and in between me switching companies to work for, I had a break. He jokingly said I should come visit him. I totally did, too. 19 fucking hours my 90 lb body drove. Never stopped to sleep, just drove straight. Wasn’t even supposed to be driving over 100 miles. So I didn’t tell anyone till I left.

I met him at 3 am on his door step. I have never felt the way I did in that moment. I remember it being super chilly that night and me not being prepared for it and when he hugged me it was so warm and just homey.

I had the best four days of my life. He took me to my first bar, a magic show, fancy restaurants, car shows, a concert, to watch the sun set out on a pier, he drove me around and showed me where every relative he had lived and told me all his stories, he got us a hotel with a room that faced the ocean and I remember he stopped to pet every single dog we walked past. He honestly was the most kind, charming and beautiful man I had ever met.

I had been restricting so badly and I remember not wanting him to think I was crazy so I ate and oh my god did I eat. Amazing food. Incredible food. And he just made me not even worry about ana.

I left and was so depressed. I cried the first 3 hours of my drive. Ugly crying. Like Kim Kardashian crying. Ew.

We kept talking every day and face timing and sending each other presents in the mail. We kept missing one another and talking about one day, what if.

Then one day came. A 7 weeks after me visiting he tells me he’s moving to my city. He found a job and we’re going to do this. I had never been so happy in my entire life. I had to wait two months for him and every day my excitement grew.

My weight stayed around 104 or below that whole time.

He came. He really came. He moved in with me in my shitty downtown apartment and we had the greatest life. We were so happy. We danced, we sang, we cooked, we ate, we drank, we laughed until we cried and we loved so fucking hard.

Then I went to the doctor one day. Was told I had a normal healthy BMI and I flipped. It was his fault. I kept trying to restrict after that but my love for cooking had grown with his passion to eat good food and it was so hard. When I was alone I could stay tiny.

So I did what I’ve always done and I ran. I left him, without any explanation. Broke him. Crushed him. This man had moved across the country for me and after a year I just left. All because my BMI reached the healthy percentile. Not even above, right on it.

Relatiobshits make you fat, right?

It’s been 7 months now. About 2 months ago he popped back up and then we went out a few times and the scale went up and I cut him off without a word.

Because I’m a terrible fucking person. Obviously.

Then tonight he reached out to me and after talking back and forth he asked me to come over and I did. When he opened his phone I saw he had been sending heart emojis to someone so I ended up asking him about it. He’s apparently been talking to this girl I know for a whiiiiiile. Makes sense why the last time I saw her she gave me a death stare. Oh well.

Anyways tonight I was over there watching the World Series and he just grabbed me and hugged me. So tightly and so warm. Like the first hug. He wouldn’t let go and he kissed my forehead and said “I miss you”

Later he hugged me again and then kissed me for real and I kissed back and I ended up in his lap and we started really making out and then I stopped because I’m like “holy shit what are we doing” and he just looks at me like “what have I’ve done” (SERIOUSLY NOT A FUCK BOY. SERIOUSLY HE IS THE MOST KIND HEARTED SOUL TO BLESS THE EARTH AND IM AN EVIL WITCH)

I told him I was sorry and tried to leave and said I hope he doesn’t make this a habit and he grabbed me and hugged me again for what felt like forever and then grabbed my hands and said “I will forever love you” and I know he will and god do I love him too. So much.

My mom introduces him (yeah they still see one another since he has no family here and my mom adores him) as “the one who got away”

And, he is.

I want him back so badly because I know we make one another whole. God there’s so much I could tell and you would just know it too. But he makes me happy and carefree and that makes me fat. I’m seriously choosing ana over love.

And that’s true love for Ana..

Thanks for letting my have a diary. Just needed to say all of that.


Ragnar had set his ships towards Norway and at some point during the journey he brought his ships into a little harbor to rest for some time. In the morning, a few men went onto the land to bake bread. They saw that there was a farm nearby and decided to go there and ask to do their work in the house. So they went to the little farm and met the poor woman called Grima. The men said that they were the liege-men of Ragnar Lodbrok and that they wished to carry out their work in the house and that she should help them in their work.

Grima responded that her hands were too stiff for such work, but her daughter would be home soon and could work with them. And when Aslaug (who was at the time known as Kraka) entered the house, the men were shocked by her beauty, for she was the most beautiful of all women. They agreed that Aslaug should work with them and said that she should knead the bread and they would bake it. She went about her work and did it well, but the men were constantly turning to gaze at her and so they did not mind their work and the bread burned.

When they returned to the ship, they brought out the meal and everyone agreed that they had never tasted anything so terrible. They told Ragnar that they saw a woman so beautiful they did not mind their work, they said there was not a more beautiful woman in the entire world. Ragnar decreed that messengers would be sent to her, with an invitation to come and meet with him. However he issued a riddle with this invitation, that he wanted her to come neither dressed nor undressed, neither fed nor unfed and not alone, yet with no man to accompany her.

When Aslaug heard this message, she told the messengers that she would go down to the ship early in the morning. The next day, she went down to the ships and she was fair to see, with hair that looked like gold. And she had also answered the riddle, for she had wrapped a fish-net around herself, tasted nothing but one leek and was accompanied only by her dog.

Ragnar and Aslaug’s first meeting ~ The Saga of Ragnar Lodbrok


Requested by @imnotrealenoughforyou: 27. Pray- Having sex in a place of worship

This fucked me up and my lady bits are dead. Enjoy.

It was late, nearly eleven at night when she entered the church with trembling hands and frayed nerves. She couldn’t stop thinking about it; the boy’s face as she dragged him kicking and screaming into the sewers where her lover waited. He couldn’t have been more than four or five, and he had trusted her to take care of him. Instead, she led him to his death, his bones probably laying down in the gray water that she trudged through daily to see the monster who dwelled there. It was her own goddamn fault. She went looking for him, to see if all the stories were true about the dancing clown who ate children. They were true alright, and there was no turning back once he had his claws in her, literally. He would have killed her had she not begged and pleaded for him to let her help him. In exchange for her own life, she’d give him the lives of others.

This had been months ago, and though things had gotten easier for her, this last one was just too much for her to handle. Her mind felt like it would rip in half if she didn’t tell someone, and while she hadn’t been to church in years, there was nowhere she could go that spilling her guts wouldn’t result in an arrest. Then again, maybe the priest would call the police anyway, eager to solve the mystery of the missing children. She’d be thrown in jail and escape the horror that her life had become. Pennywise would probably still find her and kill her anyway.

What was really tearing her apart wasn’t the children she was aiding in the murder of, though. In the back of her mind she knew that was just an excuse, because she was slowly caring less and less about them. She was upset because she found herself actually enjoying it. It kept Pennywise alive and that was all that mattered to her because she had fallen for him. They’d had a few close encounters; he would slam her into a wall in his blind rage and she’d stifle a moan when she felt his body crushing her own. His teeth biting into her neck when she didn’t listen to him. For a creature who could smell emotions, he was really dense. Or he was ignoring the lust he smelled pouring off her. She wasn’t sure which was worse.

She bowed her head, making the sign of the cross over herself and proceeded to walk to the front of the church before hanging a left to get to the confessional. With a deep sigh, she walked into the dark booth and sat down, wringing her blood-soaked hands in her lap. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her heart pounding in her ears until the sliding of the door signaled someone was on the other side.

“Have you come to seek Penance?” the voice asked. She swallowed hard, clearing her throat before she spoke.

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. My last confession was…” she thought back, trying to remember the last time she’d actually even come to Mass, never mind confessed, “Well, it’s been years since my last confession.”

“You may proceed,” the man said, and then waited.

“Father…I don’t even know where to begin. In the last few months, I’ve done things… terrible things. Things that I’m sick over. I didn’t do them for myself, though. I did them for someone else who can’t help what he’s doing. It’s just… how he is,” she said, voice shaking and cracking as she forced the words out.

“What kind of terrible things?” he asked. She shut her eyes and breathed out weakly as tears pricked at her eyes.

“I’ve aided in the murder of children,” she said, breaking down and covering her face with her hands, “I brought them to him so… so he could…”

“Kill them?”

“Yes,” she sobbed and whole body shook.

“Why did you help him, if it was weighing so heavily on your mind?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she said quickly, shaking her head.

“Don’t lie to God,” his voice was stern and scared her just a little.

“I… I wanted to!” she cried, wiping her nose and eyes with her sleeves, “I wanted to help him because I like him. I like being around him. I’m… attracted to him.”

“You’re attracted to a child murderer?” he asked. She shook head and sighed.

“Yes. I’ve thought about him in that way since I first saw him,” she answered.

“In what way?” he asked.

“In a, uh, well, in a sexual way,” she felt her face heat up at the words. She was more uncomfortable talking about her fantasies than the fact that she’d helped kill children.

“So, you want to fuck him?”

Her head snapped up, shocked at his words. She looked over at the window, but the screen obscured any chance of seeing his face. Her eyes strained but it was just too dark. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and she shivered.

“I asked you a question,” the stern voice returned, and she felt compelled to answer him, but she couldn’t explain why.

“Yes. Yes, I want to fuck him.”

A dark chuckle came from the other side of the screen, one that she knew she’d heard before but couldn’t place at the moment. It was unnerving and all she wanted to do was leave, to get out of the claustrophobic box so she could go home.

“Why don’t you come over here and do it then?” a different voice asked, and this time when she looked at the screen, two glowing orange eyes burned into her own. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized Pennywise, vaguely making out the outline of his twisted smile. He chuckled and licked his lips, sucking saliva back into his mouth as he drooled. She felt heat flood her panties as she looked at him and let her fingers rub just a little harder against her jeans than she should have. He sniffed at the air and exhaled with a pleased hum.

“Come to me, kitten, and let Pennywise play with that pussy instead,” his low voice made her shiver and she stood up, pushing the door open to inspect the church. It was empty from what she could see, and she hurriedly opened the other door where the clown sat waiting for her, cock in hand. She gasped at the sight of it in the dim light, more arousal making her panties wet.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, unable to get any other thought to come from her mouth. He growled and grabbed her by the waistband of her jeans, yanking them down her legs. His hand cupped her aching sex, middle finger stroking the dampness.

“Is that really what you came over here for?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with a grin. She slowly shook her head and he nodded, smile getting bigger. His long arms pulled her into his lap forcefully, moving her panties aside to touch her swollen lips.

“Mm, look at you. Already dripping for this cock,” he chuckled, “In a church, too. What a dirty girl I have.”

Her fingers tightened around his shoulders where she gripped them for support, eyes shutting as she felt him pull his fingers away to instead slide the head of his cock back and forth through her wetness. It was hot and she could feel it pulsing as it touched her. Moans threatened to slip from her mouth, coming out as tiny squeaks as she tried to stifle them.

“If you wanted Pennywise to fuck you pet, all you have to do was ask,” he purred into her neck, raking his teeth along it and entering her with no warning. She began to scream, but he shoved two gloved fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet. Her big eyes stared at him as he brought her face to his, bucking his hips to go deeper.

“Keep quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would we?” he asked, voice ragged as he thrusted up into her quivering pussy. The tight, wet heat was unexpected; he’d underestimated his own feelings towards her and every fiber was fighting to maintain control. Now, as she sucked his fingers and stared at him with those fuck-me eyes, all he could think about was destroying her body. His hips snapped up faster, slapping into her hot skin while he used his free hand rub her clit, growling as he saw her fighting more moans.

“You’re such a naughty little thing, moaning and crying, dying to come all over Pennywise’s cock already,” he smirked, watching her face grow red as spit dripped from her mouth while she swirled her tongue around his fingers. He was right; she was squirming in his lap, so close to her release that she wanted to scream. His fingers came out of her mouth and she gasped, sucking in air. She rutted against him, pressing into his hand for more stimulation.

“I want to cum so bad,” she whispered, licking her lips.

“Mm, Pennywise will let you cum, little one, but first I need to know that you’re mine,” he growled, teeth finding her neck again and biting down painfully. She hissed, feeling herself teetering dangerously close to her end.

“I’m yours, I swear I am,” she whined, “Please, Pennywise.”

“Prove it,” he snarled, tightening his grip on her, “Open your mouth.”

She stared at him, unsure for a split second before she opened up, letting her tongue hang down her chin. He rumbled, smirking at her, and grabbed her by the jaw to force her head down. Her eyes widened as he spit into her mouth, watching it slide down her tongue.

“Once you swallow it, Pennywise will let you cum,” he said. He slowed down his thrusts, trying to prolong his own orgasm until she obeyed. She closed her mouth swallowing and bringing her face forward to capture his mouth. He growled and rubbed his fingers faster, watching as she threw her head back and came. His gloved hand wrapped around her mouth, covering it to silence her moans. The added tightness was too much for the clown, and he held her in place as he buried his cock in her, filling her to the brim with his seed. He was panting, gasping and drooling in an erotic display that had no business taking place in a confessional. When they both caught their breath, he looked at her with a hard glare.

“You’re mine now, pet. More now than ever. If you ever try to beg for forgiveness from anyone from me, I’ll snap your neck,” his voice was low and serious. She nodded, biting her lip.

“I’m yours.”

Sorry if I forgot you!









I’m on mobile and it won’t let me tag anyone else 😭 I’ll try to fix it when I get to a computer

This Could Be Heartbreak (mobster bucky x reader drabble)

Summary: Bucky walks in on you fucking around with his most trusted henchman, Clint Barton. 

Warnings; mentions of an affair, mobster au, angst

Word Count: 321

**tags below the cut

Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head he knew better. Clint fucking Barton knew better than to speak when a gun was pointed at him. Especially when the one who held the gun was none other than Bucky Barnes himself.

“What the fuck was you thinkin’, Barton? Huh?” Barnes prodded his temple with the barrel, grimace etched deeply on his face. “You touchin’ on my girl without my permission. Boy, you must have sniffed too much of that snow powder, huh. To think I could trust a man like you with my lady.” He sucked his teeth. “I was foolish.”

“She came onto me, Barnes!” Clint hollered out, earning a scoff from your lips. “I swear it! I’ll go under the knife if you want! Please! She-she called me over here, tellin’ me she needed help stocking the drinks. She asked for my help. Once I got here, she was sprawled out over the damn bar, showing me everything. What man wouldn’t take the chance at a lady as beautiful as her, man?”

“Is he speaking’ the truth, doll face?” Bucky’s frown turned to you, where you were lounging on the car counter, your skirt ruffed up to your thigh, torn nearly off when Clint had attempted to get his hands on your pretty skin, just before Bucky had stormed into the palace, face full of outrage. “Did you come onto my right hand man without my permission? Did you show your body to him, Y/N? Were you flirtin’ around behind my back?”

“Oh, Bucky,” you drawled out slowly, a smirk playing on your lips as you glanced between both men. “Of course not, love. Why would I ever do such a terrible thing to you? I would never approach a man without your consent, you know that. Right baby?”

Bucky licked his lips hungrily as his gaze fell upon his comrade yet again. “You’re dead meat, Barton.”

“Boss-!” Clint’s plea was drowned out by the sound of a bullet entering his skull.

Bucky grimaced as he wiped at his face where Clint’s blood had splattered. “Say, sweetheart, what’d yah say we head on over to Wilson’s place, eh? I’ll call lil ole Steve to clear up the mess here.”

“It would be my pleasure, baby.”

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The Seventh Circle: Chapter One

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fantasy, slight horror eventually, smut (kind of?), humor, romance

Summary: After walking in on your boyfriend cheating on you, all you want is for him to suffer the way you are suffering. But when you accidentally summon a blood-thirsty demon who is hell-bent on revenge (no pun intended), you realize that perhaps you didn’t mean quite so literally. However, getting rid of a demon is easier said than done, and the things you learn about yourself along the way aren’t always pleasant.

Warning: Explicit content. Nudity, sex, violence, gore, strong language, mentions torturing, body mutilation, ect. Not for the faint of heart.

“Babe, they didn’t have chocolate cake so I got strawberry, you don’t mind do y–” You stopped mid-sentence, taking in the sight before you. It was your anniversary, you left work early so you would have time to stop by the store to buy all the ingredients for a wonderful dinner, you had agonized for over a month over what you should buy him, and had even bought a pair of lingerie that you knew he’d love just for that night.

You’d been together for two years.

He proposed two months ago.

So you couldn’t be seeing what you thought you were seeing. It didn’t make sense.

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Requested: Yandere Type EXO

WARNING(PLEASE READ): This is a Yandere reaction! Therefore it can be uncomfortable for some to read which is perfectly okay. What isn’t okay is messaging me to complain about this when I have warned you. I love you babies <3


Yander type: Sweet, but overprotective and sometimes even violent

This boy is sweet and nerdy! He loves being around you, cuddling you, and playing video games with you. You would cuddle together enjoying a superhero movie or lay on his lap while playing video games. However, his yandere would come out while playing video games; he would throw his control on the floor and curse. He might even punch the pillow. Chanyeol would hate it if another guy talked to you especially if they flirted with you. He would probably punch the guy then pull you close giving you all of his attention and love. 

“I’m sorry baby. Please don’t be afraid of me. I love you so much that I didn’t want to lose you. Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispered in your ear then giving it a kiss.


Yandere type: Another sweet one but he would be possessive

This lovely goofball would always want you in his arms and by his side. If you couldn’t hang out with him he would pout all day, and guilt trip you to hanging out with him by saying he would die without you. His yandere side would definitely come out if you ignored him or if another guy was talking to you. He wouldn’t pay any attention to the guy he would just wrap his arms around you and pout until you walked away with him. 

‘Ha, I can get her to do anything as long as I show her this cuteness she can’t get enough of.’ He thought. 

However, if there were times you didn’t give him what he wanted by just by pouting then he would be assertive pushing the guy away before giving you a passionate kiss that would take your breath away.

“Ah Jagi you are so beautiful I need you now.” He whispered against your lips.


Yandere type: Cool but overprotective.

This cutie is also so cool around you. He would always be calm and show how romantic he was by taking you out and watching movies with you. He would always love cuddling and tried to pretend he didn’t have a yandere side at all until it came out occasionally by you being flirted with by other guys. He would hate it. Yixing even got violent by grabbing the guy’s shirt telling him that he was dead if the guy ever touched his girl again. 

“Stay away (Y/N)  or the employees will have to wipe up all the blood I’m gonna spill from you.” 


 Yandere type Manly and Overprotective.

As a man of action he would show how much he loved you in his actions more than his words. He would always kiss you or cuddle you. You sometimes got him to talk, but mostly it was comfortable silence of you two laying in bed with each other. His yandere would come out while another man flirted with you. Instead of saying anything he would outright punch the guy then pull you away without even hesitating. 


Yandere type: Kind but Possessive

This cutie would be kind in everything he did. He would help you out no matter what and be right there for cuddles when you are having a bad day. He would always be right there to listen and tell you how much he loved you. He didn’t really have a terrible yandere side, but it was still there. When you were being flirted on by a guy he would just wrap his arm around your shoulder pulling you close then give you a kiss in front of the guy. You were his girl, and he was going to show that to anyone who dared think different just without being violent. 

Suho:(couldn’t find a good gif)

Yandere type is sweet and Possessive

This cutie would be all over you. He would cuddle you all the time and be so much fun watching movies and going to the park together. His yandere would be possessive in the way he acted towards you. He would instantly become more cuddly and even sexual with you in front the guy flirting you with,

“Jagi be a good girl and come over to me. I need you.” He whispered holding your waist then grips your ask smirking when you let out a gasp. He would love to even make you moan his name because you were his body and heart. 


Yandere type is sweet and Possessive(sexual)

This cutie would be cuddly and sweet. He would help you out with anything you needed, and if you were having a bad day he would give you ice cream and cuddles. His yandere would come out during a guy flirting or disrespecting you. If a guy was disrespecting you he would hold you close making the guy apologize with just a glare. However, if a guy was flirting with you he wouldn’t care about the guy he would just pull you away and press you against the nearest wall giving your neck kisses.

‘You’re mine (Y/N), and no other guy deserves to touch you like I do.” 


Yandere type is sweet and possessive(sexual)

This cutie would always give you cuddles and make you laugh. It would be what he always did. He loved your smile and laugh so it would be his mission to have you always be laughing. His yandere type would come out when a man was flirting with you, but just like Sehun he wouldn’t direct it at the guy. The worst he would do would be give the guy a glare then pull you away to secluded area where he could kiss you passionately and grab your ass squeezing it in his hands causing you to moan in the kiss which would make him smirk.

“My Jagi makes such cute moans. Moan again (Y/N) but moan my name this time.” He whispered against your neck before giving it a lick. 


Yandere type would be cool and overprotective(sexual)

He would be all over you every day giving you kisses and spooning with you on the bed. He would stroke your hair when you were feeling down and take you out to fancy restaurants for dates. His yandere would come out when other guys flirted with you he would pull you into the restroom after excusing you two. Then he would push you down to your knees to show you who you belong to. 

“Jagi get on your knees and show me how much you love me.” He would wink at you as you looked up at him. 

the-heart-alchemist  asked:

I'm sorry for always asking: but white rose with sunlight? Or coming home? Or both! :)

Of course Robyn! To help you survive the rest of your first week back at school ;)

Ruby very nearly didn’t hear her phone ring over the sound of the oven timer going off, but as soon as she heard the blare of Weiss’ signature ringtone Ruby was across the kitchen answering the call without a second thought, cookies long forgotten. Tonight was the big night, after all.

There was a dragged-out second as the call connected. Ruby took a deep breath, shaking out her free hand. Whatever she was met with on the other line, she would deal. And maybe it had gone well! Maybe…

The first thing Ruby heard on the other line was crying. Things had definitely not gone well. “Ruby, thank God you answered.”

“Weiss, are you okay? What happened? Did your dad…?”

“I told him. About me…being…gay. Ruby, I’ve never seen him so mad. I was so scared…” Weiss let out a choked sound that made Ruby’s throat clench.

“Did he hurt you? Are you still at home?” Ruby did her best to keep calm, to be strong for Weiss, but the words still came out in an anxious rush.

“N-no. I panicked, threw some clothes in a suitcase, and ran. I’m in a park somewhere with no money and I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what to do and it’s getting dark I’m so sorry to bother you, but I- I didn’t know who to call.” Weiss sounded like she was nearly hyperventilating. She must have been terrified, Ruby knew she would be.

“Okay Weiss, it’s okay.” Ruby didn’t know if she was reassuring Weiss or herself. This was pretty clearly a massive crisis and she didn’t know what to do and Weiss was all alone- deep breath, Ruby- you can do this. “Can you describe the park?”

“U-um, well… there’s a play structure, with three red slides. And a giant turtle? Is-is any of this helping?” Weiss managed, her voice still sounding thick with tears, but a little less freaked out.

The description was one that Ruby recognized, thank goodness. “Yeah! Yeah that’s really helpful. I think I know where you are… is there a dog park next to the kids’ area?”


“Awesome. That’s Haven Park. Dad took me and Yang there all the time when we were little. We’ll be right there to come get you.” Ruby let out a sigh of relief. It was going to be all good. She’d get Dad and they’d find Weiss and somehow they could figure out what to do. Ruby went to hang up the phone, but suddenly Weiss’ voice crackled through the speakers.

“Wait!” She yelped, “Please don’t hang up. I need to hear your voice right now.”

Ruby immediately pressed the phone back to her ear.“Okay. I’m staying right here. Just hold on one second.” She sprinted up the stairs towards her dad’s office, phone in hand. “Hey Dad! Dad!!”

Ruby nearly ran straight into Yang as she came rushing around the corned, eyes wide. “What is it Ruby? Is something wrong?”

“We need to pick Weiss up from Haven. It’s kinda a long story but she’s there and she’s alone and she’s kinda freaking out,” Ruby explained hurriedly, “Where’s Dad?”

“He had to work late tonight. I’ll get the keys. Tell Weiss we’ll be there in five minutes.” Ruby felt a swell of gratitude- she really had the best big sister ever. She wedged the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she pulled on her shoes.

“Hang tight, Weiss! We’re coming to get you!”

Ruby didn’t know all that much about driving, but she was pretty sure Yang broke a whole lot of rules on their way to the park- not that she was complaining. Anything that got them to Weiss faster was a good thing right now. She stayed on the phone the whole ride, giving updates on their progress every few seconds.

They pulled up by the park just a few minutes later, and Ruby was out of the car before it had even fully stopped. She spotted Weiss immediately, hunched over on a bench, head in her hands. At the sound of Ruby’s footsteps she glanced up, her face immediately lighting up.

“Ruby!” Weiss leapt to her feet, rushing down the park path.

“Weiss!” Ruby met Weiss halfway, sweeping her friend up in her arms and holding her with all of her strength. Weiss held on just as tight, and stayed there for a long time, face buried in Ruby’s shoulder.

When she finally let go, apologies were already spilling out of her mouth. “I’m so sorry for causing all this trouble. I-”

Ruby pressed a finger to Weiss’ lips, shushing her. “Nope. No apologies Weiss, you needed me and I came.”

“But I made you drive out here to come get me…” Weiss said with a sniffle.

“What were we gonna do? Leave you here all by yourself? Make you go back to your dad? No way Weiss.” Ruby slung an arm around Weiss’ shoulder. It hurt to hear Weiss say things like that- as if everything she did was somehow a burden to everyone, like she didn’t deserve kindness or care.

She and Weiss squeezed into the back of the car, Yang greeting them as they got in.

“W-well thank you, Ruby. You too, Yang.” Weiss buckled her seatbelt and arranged her bag in her lap, holding herself stiffly.

Yang shot Weiss a look of concern.“You’re like an honorary sister to me, Weiss. I’m not gonna let a sister- or should I say shneester- spend the night in the cold.”

Ruby groaned at the pun and aimed a kick at the back of Yang’s seat. But Weiss just laughed. Ruby’s jaw nearly dropped- Weiss was laughing at one of Yang’s awful, awful puns. She held back a comment-whether it was that Weiss was in shock or just eager to have something to laugh about, it felt good to see her smiling.

“What’s going to happen now?” Weiss asked as she composed herself, the tension that had bled out of her shoulders quickly returning.

Yang shrugged. “We go home.” She turned the keys and put the car in Drive, pulling away from the park.

Ruby picked up on the terrified expression that flickered across Weiss’ face. “She means home-home, not your… house.” Somehow she couldn’t make herself think of the Schnee Manor as a home at all.

“We have an old air mattress we can pull out, and we can set you up in our room. Ooh, I can invite Blake, and we can make it a slumber party.” Yang grinned at them through the rear-view mirror. Ruby couldn’t put into words how thankful she was for her sister’s presence- she brought a much-needed lightness and energy to an otherwise grim situation.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to be a bother. If I-”

Ruby once again cut Weiss off before she could finish being stupid. “Nonsense, Weiss. You’re always welcome in our home.”

That made tears well up in Weiss’ eyes again. She swiped at them, letting out a huff of frustration. “S-sorry, I don’t normally cry this much-”

The sight made Ruby want to reach out and take Weiss’ hand- so she did. Maybe it was a bad idea but Weiss needed her. “Cry as much as you need, Weiss. I’ll be right here.”

Weiss laced her fingers into Ruby’s “You know I’ve never been to a sleepover before,” she said after a beat of silence.

“What?” Ruby and Yang let out twin cries of shock. What kind of childhood didn’t come with sleepovers? A pretty terrible one.

“Oh man, Weiss, you have been missing out.” Ruby said excitedly. “We can make popcorn and watch movies-”

“And talk about cute girls!” Yang chimed in.

By the time they got home, Weiss’ face was dry and she was grinning from ear to ear. There might be more tears later, Ruby knew, and that was okay. For now, Weiss was happy and safe and that was really all that mattered right now, right? No matter what happened next, she’d be right by Weiss’ side for it all.

John goes over to Sherlock’s the morning after the wedding, wanting to thank him again for the waltz—or that’s what he tells himself the reason for his visit is. What he finds erases every other fight from his mind.

In which John finds his way to a new life, and Sherlock finds his way back to his old one.

John hadn’t realized Sherlock had left his wedding until probably hours after it was too late. He was dancing, sharing kisses with his new wife when cheers erupted, and having seconds on cake. He was too busy to notice the absence of his best friend—his best friend whom he knew this was hard for—and he’d felt guilt wash over him the second he’d realized. He had been itching to break for the door, for 221B. But he’d stayed. It was his wedding. He should have preferred to stay. Guilt washed through him for this too. So he stayed. And he wouldn’t know the consequences of this until the next morning, when he used his key that he hadn’t had the heart to give back.

Ms. Hudson didn’t seem to be awake yet, although he didn’t blame her. They’d all had quite a sum of champagne last night. He took the stairs two at a time as quietly as he could manage, and hesitated briefly outside the door to his now ex-flat. He should have guessed something was off right then. There was no sounds coming from within. No rustling of papers, no mumbling. No tea boiling, no nothing. Sherlock definitely hadn’t had anything to drink, in fact he probably had left before the party really even started. John couldn’t think of any reason as to why Sherlock would alter his morning routine… Well, he could, but Sherlock never was the lie in type. He shook his head a little, and opened the door, expecting—hoping—to find his friend out. He wouldn’t have minded waiting a bit for Sherlock to return. If he was out and about that meant he was doing alright, didn’t it?

But Sherlock was not out. He was not out and he was not doing alright.

“Christ, Sherlock-“ John was on red alert in a second, so much so that for a moment he felt army canvas against his skin and hot desert wind in his hair, “Sherlock.”

The name brought him back to present. He repeated it over and over again, keeping himself there, keeping himself away from pure panic, as he nearly tripped over himself to get to where Sherlock was, slumped low on the floor, back leaning against John’s chair, arm out, needle inches from his open palm.

John pressed his palms to Sherlock’s neck, “Sherlock, hey, can you hear me?” His pulse was slow, and so faint that John could practically feel it struggling to reach his fingertips from underneath Sherlock’s paled skin, “C’mon.” He glanced at the needle, then at the small bruised circles littering Sherlock’s forearm, “Jesus, how much did you take? Sherlock, c’mon,” John pressed his thumbs in slow caresses over Sherlock’s cheeks, not sure why he was doing it, knowing it wouldn’t help anything, “Wake up, please. Please.”

Finally, Sherlock let out a breath that broke his steady breathing rhythm, signaling his approach to consciousness.

“John…” His lips barely moved but the word was clear as day, ringing in John’s ears.

“‘m here. Right here.” He hadn’t noticed he was holding his breath until he spoke, seeing stars at the sudden flow of oxygen to his brain, “Can you open your eyes?”

“John.” Sherlock’s head rolled against the sofa like he was trying to pick it up and failing.

John felt his throat tighten at the dangerous lack of response he was getting from his best friend, “Yes, yes it’s John. Sherlock, do I have to call an ambulance? Can you open your eyes for me?” Sherlock just breathed evenly, making a sound that was less and less recognizable as John’s name every time.

The panic John had felt spiked, “Fuck,” he cursed. He pressed the cool cloth to Sherlock’s neck, taking his hand in his own with the other, “Can you squeeze my hand? Just a little, Holmes, just to show you can hear me.”

John didn’t get a squeeze.


John had called the ambulance with shaking fingers, fingers that were still shaking as he sat in Sherlock’s hospital room—very nice hospital room, courtesy of Mycroft. He couldn’t get Sherlock’s words out of his head. He’d come to on the way to the hospital, obviously not himself and desperately trying to rip away the solution the paramedics were trying to detox him with. He was practically delirious, snapping and cursing out everyone in sight… until he’d caught sight of John. His entire body had gone limp then, falling lax against the stretcher, eyes never leaving John’s face.

“Just experimenting…” Sherlock’s eyes slid in and out of focus, “Was thinking last night. Couldn’t sort it through. Patches weren’t enough.”

“Mr. Holmes, what did you take?”

John had wanted to push the paramedic out of the way, to let Sherlock finish his sentence. 

Couldn’t sort what out?

Why did you have to leave?

Sherlock had ignored his question, eyes focused now, on John’s.

“Approximately 39% of the people present were only there for the alcohol. Common thing at weddings. People get sad. Only… people don’t want people to know that they’re sad. Funny thing, happiness. How it can make someone sad.” His eyes had slid out again, he was somewhere else, somewhere caught between this world and the drugs, “Are you happy..”

John had just stared back at Sherlock, shaking his head, “Sherlock-“ The paramedic pressed a hand against his chest. John hadn’t even realized he had started to lean forward.

“Sir, please let us work. Do you have any idea what he-“

But John wasn’t listening anymore. Because Sherlock’s eyes, still staring blankly, were wet.

And no, John thought, no, Sherlock, I’m not happy.

John closed his eyes against the memory, squeezing his hands together, trying to ease the tension out of them. He’d already burnt himself twice with his tea, he wasn’t going to risk picking it up again, even if it would calm his nerves.

He played the words over and over in his mind.

People get sad. Only… people don’t want people to know that they’re sad.

Sherlock had been talking about himself. John felt the pinch of this realization in his heart. The man who had mastered the art of masking one’s feelings not only needed drugs to tell John how he felt, but he needed to translate it into a hypothetical situation with statistics and reasoning. But, then again, what good would have come out of the alternative?

What would have happened if Sherlock had been sitting there, waiting for John to arrive, and had simply told him, heart on his sleeve, that John marrying Mary made him…sad. John shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the notion that anything he did could make Sherlock Holmes something as simple and as terrible as sad.

Why was he sad? Was it why he had left? Mary had been so quick to pack it up to Sherlock being socially awkward. John had been quick to take that reasoning. It was easy. He knew better. Selfish. John pressed his thumb and forefinger into the corners of his eyes. This wasn’t how he expected the morning after his wedding to go. He knew he should have stayed in bed with Mary, with his wife, and yet, despite not having lived there for years, he longed for Baker Street. Maybe it was the fact that Sherlock’s presence now occupied it once again, maybe it was a wave of nostalgia… He’d needed Sherlock. Sitting here in the waiting room, he felt he’d always need Sherlock. Maybe more than anything else.

John closed his eyes, shaking himself. It’s the setting, he told himself. It’s the setting, and the shock and you don’t feel this anymore. You’re married and you haven’t felt this for two years-

“Dr. Watson?”

John stood, back straight, hands closing and opening fists at his side, “Yes. Yes? Is-“

“You’re here for Mr. Holmes, yes?”

John cleared his throat of the lump that had occupied it, “Yes. I- I am. Is he- how is he?”

The young nurse let out a breath, folding the clipboard she held against her chest, “Well, stable. But just barely. He really…” She pursed her lips in a concerned but soft way, “Dr. Watson, if he’s your friend, I’d recommend you urge him to get help. You’d told the paramedics that this was a one off, but… one offs don’t use drugs like that. That was a very precise concoction of narcotics he’d made there. Very… purposeful.”

John raised an eyebrow, shifting to pick up his tea, just to have something to hold. His hands had stopped shaking, every piece of nervous energy shifting to his pounding heart, “Right… I… Sorry, what do you mean by… purposeful?”

The nurse’s brows creased, and she gave him a sad, not smile, but her lips pressed together like if this was a happier situation it could have been. Instead the look was full of pity, of knowing, and of telling without words. John’s stomach dropped. He’d never felt more sick.

“Oh.” John set the tea back down, flattening his palm against the wall for support, “God. Are you sure?”

She tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, “Well, only he can know his reasons. But whatever he was trying to do, it was dangerous. He probably knew it too. He either thought it was worth the risk or he just didn’t care.”

John closed his eyes briefly, inhaling sharply through his nose. He’d done this. He knew how this would effect Sherlock and he’d ignored it. He’d driven him to…

“I’d like to see him, please.”

She nodded wordlessly, and turned for him to follow.

Love these two. Just a little thing I did to get my brain in the zone for some Kitchens writing tomorrow! :) Feeling somewhat better!

promise pt. 3

Originally posted by dr-spencer-reid-though

characters: spencer x wife!reader, ellie (daughter!oc), bau team

summary: spencer returns to the bau to keep his promise to his daughter and save you. but he is not ready what waits for him. his strength is tested.

warnings: torture, injury to the reader, talk of death, and one vague allusion to suicide if you squint. 

words: 1.6k

a/n: here it is y’all!!!! this is the part where shit starts to get a little gruesome, so you’re warned. please message me and tell me what you think!!!!

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Broken Heart. Part 2

Relationships: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Summary: Your friend -Bill- is getting married. He wants your help. Are you gonna help him or are you gonna confess your feelings?

Warnings:  angst

Word Count:2915

A/N: Thanks for the request @mirachowder :) Special thanks to @bill-skarsgard-lil-hoe   @fandomimcurrentlyobsessedabout  for wanting me to write part 2.I hope you like it.

Guys, English isn’t my native language. I know I made mistakes. But my native language is very different than English and the story is full of mistakes. Please understand.

Just Please warn me if I have made any grammar or spelling errors.Meanwhile, don’t hesitate to text and say your opinions. I take requests btw.With love.x

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  It was Saturday afternoon. Usually, people spent their Saturdays resting, going to brunch with their loved ones or doing an activity that they loved. But for Y/N, that was different Saturday. More work, less time … Y/N sometimes was pissed at her job; there was no holiday like other people. Even Saturdays would be more intense than other days.  Y/N checked her makeup on the rearview mirror and got off the car. The client, Anabel, was a lovely girl and wanted a wedding that she had dreamed of since her childhood. She would prefer customers who plan everything. Anabel wanted to be at an old farmhouse inherited from her family. When Y/N saw the old house, she had already begun to plan. The place was really beautiful. It would be much nicer with a little change. She waved at Anabel waiting in front of the house and guessed that her mother was next to Anabel. Anabel hugged Y/N with excitement; she could see her eyes glowing. Anabel went back to the other woman. Y/N walked towards to them and Anabel introduced her mother.

“Y/N, this is my mother Maria. I wanted her to come with me. It’s okay, isn’t it?"Y/N shook her hand and smiled.

"No, I’m even honored. So, do you want to see?” Y/N showed the keys she held firmly in her hand. When she saw the excited mother-daughter, she decided to leave all her problems behind and they all started to walk home together.

“Alex, Anabel liked everything. Except for the position of the tables, we need to fix them. Now I am going back to home, trusting you and other guys. When you finish, send me the photos. "Y/N took the phone kit off her ear. The lonely and quiet house … The last few months have been tough for her. She never felt good after the night. The first week she spent with Bill was so beautiful. They hardly ever left the house, Bill cooked for her; they watched a movie together. They were hugged and slept; they did everything that a couple does at home. Nobody bothered them except for Alida’s calls. Y/N was uncomfortable with this situation. She thought of herself as a bad person. Although she liked Bill, she didn’t want to be a cheater. Bill told her that he was waiting for Alida’s shootings to end and that he would talk when she returned. According to Bill, this matter was so sensitive that he couldn’t talk over the phone, and Y/N accepted it. Alida’s shooting was prolonged, and when Bill called, Alida changed the subject over and over again as if she knew what it was. Y/N sat and talked to Bill when she realized how messed up it was. She told him that she couldn’t go on like this, even though she didn’t like Alinda. Bill listened to the woman with worry. When he realized what she meant, he objected to her with fear. No, they weren’t gonna leave. No, Bill would find a way. All this happened about three months ago. Y/N hadn’t seen him ever since Bill left the house that night. She had chosen not to meet with his family. She knew that he wanted to talk to Y/N from the phones that rang every night, from the doors being knocked. Her heart told her that this was the right thing, although painful. When this “Alida situation” disappeared in eternity, Y/N could breathe deeply and live as she felt.

       Y/N forgot that she was on the road for a moment when she was captive to her thoughts.  As the car went down the road, when she passed a roundabout that she didn’t suppose, she heard a few horns behind. When she realized that she could just die, she took a deep breath and parked her car at the roadside and landed on her way out of the car. She realized that her hands were shaking when she sat in front of her car. She was in a terrible state, and she no longer had the pleasure of acting like she was happy. While the tears hurt her eyes, she took a deep breath and looked at the sky. It was as blue as it could be. Y/N closed her eyes when she saw the bird flying over her. She wished to be a bird and get as far away as she wanted. But life wasn’t a story; the writer wouldn’t turn her into a bird. She knew she had to return to her real life.

    She saw someone waiting on the patio when she parked her car on the garage road of her house. The man was sitting on the stairs on her patio, his hoodie masking his face. Y/N was breathless when she tried to guess who this tall guy would be. She thought that she clearly stated that she didn’t want Bill in her life, and when she was walking to her house she tried to prepare herself for what it would happen. As she approached the man, she felt that her knees had been turned to jelly. When the man felt her presence, he lifted his head and Y/N held the breath away. It wasn’t Bill, but his brother Alexander.

"Hey.” Y/N mumbled salute without knowing what to say. Alexander gave her the once-over and stood up.

“Hey, you look terrible.” Y/N already knew. She had to spend more time in front of the mirror than ever to hide the dark circles under her eyes. Nevertheless, the woman she saw in the mirror was unhappy and looked like a dead person. She didn’t want to reveal her true feelings but clutched her keys in her hand as she went up the stairs.

“How sweet you are, thank you.” Alexander rolled his eyes and went inside with her.

“Here take this, you should be fucking cold. How long have you been waiting for me? 10 minutes? "She left the hot chocolate in front of the man sitting on the couch and she sat too. He smelled the cup with his red nose and closed his eyes for a short moment when he took the first sip. Y/N smiled into this charming man and started to drink.

"Actually, I was waiting for you for an hour, not minutes. Time hung heavy on your hands. "Y/N lifted her eyebrows with surprise and looked at the man.

"I am sorry, I had a representation. You could call me. "He rolled his eyes.

"We’ve seen what happened when we’ve been trying to reach over the phone in the last few weeks. I thought the most logical move was to come home. "Y/N got angry with herself. Because she was afraid of confronting Bill, she lost touch with everyone. She wanted to open her mouth and tell him something. She didn’t know what to say. What did Bill tell his family? How much did they know about their fucked up relationship?

"I am sorry; I didn’t want to upset you. I know everything. "Y/N held her breath and looked at the man without blinking an eye.

"In fact, almost all the family knows. Bill was honest with his family, and even if he hadn’t told us, we would figure out. "She closed her eyes when she heard his voice shrinking toward the end of the censer. She tried to guess how Bill was. Was he sad as well as her? Was he helpless? Did he feel lost? When her eyes started to burn, she leaned over her head to hide it.

"He’s in a terrible situation. Valter and I had to go his home a few times and we were afraid to find a dead person inside. He doesn’t answer our calls; he doesn’t come out of the house. "Y/N felt she was dying inside with every word she heard. She had the courage to lift her head as her lips shaking and look at the man in front of. She looked into his desperate face, his fingers he had rubbed with concern.

"I’m sorry.” That’s what Y/N could only say. Talking about Bill was harder than she thought. Talking about the sad Bill was ruining Y/N.

“You know his birthday tomorrow, don’t you?” She nodded at him. She never could forget it, but her phone reminded her it was Bill’s birthday tomorrow.

“Mom wants to have a little party. Just us and a few Bill’s closest friends … It’s not that crowded. Are you gonna come? “Y/N hated herself for what she was going to do after seeing the man’s hopeful gaze.

"I don’t think that’s a good idea, Alexander.” She pushed a pinch of her hair behind her ear and nibbled her lower lip.

“Come on, if Bill hears you are gonna come, he will get out of that house and celebrate his birthday. I don’t think he will take the trouble to come otherwise. Please, Y/N? ”

“It has to be like this, Alex, please don’t force my hand. Ask his fiancé; I’m sure she can bring Bill to the party. "Alexander got up and took his head between his hands.

”That girl can’t do shit. We don’t want her in our lives, any of us. "When she saw the fury man, she stood up and walked to the door. She opened the door and returned to the man.

"I’m sorry Alexander; don’t ask me to do this. Give my regards to your family. "Alexander understood the message and came to the door. He turned to Y/N before he left home. He pulled her into his arms and hugged tightly.

"Please think again.” Y/N nodded and closed the door behind Alexander.

    Last night, the phone didn’t stop ringing. Persistent messages from Alex, Eija’s Facetime calls, Valter’s calls … When she brushed her teeth and got into her bed, she turned the silent mode on her phone. The thing that illuminated the dark room was the light of the phone. When she reached out and took her hand, she saw it was a new message.

“Please come back tomorrow and I promise to fix everything. If you love me a little, please come tomorrow. ”

     Here Y/N came. She looked at the magnificent house of Skarsgård family from the outside. She was afraid to walk. Her legs were against her and she couldn’t make her first step. She thought of Bill’s message again. What did he mean when he said he’d fix everything? She stopped her flickering breath and stood upright. When she knocked at the door without knowing what she hoped for, Eija answered the door. Y/N giggled when she saw the party hat she had put on her head. For the first time after a long time, she realized that she was laughing sincerely.

“I’m so glad to see you, please come in.” Y/N walked in. Her eyes were over the living room. It was really a small party. She saw Stellan and My in the corner. They were talking about something while sipping. She wondered if Megan was there either. When she saw Megan sitting with her sons on the couch, she waved to Kolbjörn, who realized her.

“You came.” Y/N smiled at Alexander who coming with his arms wide open, and nodded at him. She felt peaceful when she was in his arms. She figured out how she punished herself by getting away from them. She was crazy, longed to see those people she felt like family. When she pulled back, she realized he had his eyes shine with joy. When she looked behind his shoulder, her breath stopped. Bill was staring at Y/N. When Alexander saw what she was focusing on, he winked at his brother and left them alone.

“Y/N.” When Y/N heard the man’s voice, her heart beat like crazy. She watched the man with an eagle eye. She looked at the hunchback beneath his clothes. When she realized his face was sagging due to the pounds he had given, she wanted to caress his cheek. She took a few steps when she saw the green eyes staring at.

“Happy birthday.” Bill gently pulled her into his arms as afraid to break her. He couldn’t stop sniffing her. Both were trying to get away from their longing while standing in the middle of the living room. Y/N heard his heartbeat as she pulled the familiar cologne smell.

“I forgot to buy a present, sorry.” Bill smiled at her.

“You came, it’s enough for me.” Y/N nodded at him, smiling happily

“Oh, hey Y/N.”  She came out of the dream she was in with her voice and turned to the woman.

"Hello, Alida.”

        As Y/N leaned against the kitchen counter and watched the people, Eija came to her and gave her a glass of her own. Y/N chugged without thinking. Her eyes weren’t leaving the couple for a moment.

“Slow down girl, are you trying to get drunk?” She didn’t even pay attention to Eija’s joke.

“Maybe if I get drunk, seeing them won’t hurt me much.” Bill looked at the woman as he pushed Alida’s arms around him. When Y/N felt the man’s gaze, she turned her head to Eija. When she saw that Eija looked at her brother and his fiancé in disgust, she relieved. Alexander was telling the truth about how they felt. The family really didn’t like Alida.

“Oh, I hate this woman.” Y/N grabbed the bottle of wine standing in the stalls and filled her glass to overflowing.

“If you hate, why haven’t you ever talked to your brother? Why didn’t all of you ever talk about it? "Eija waved her shoulders as she returned to Y/N with surprise. Y/N was focusing on the wrong person. The person who she was supposed to spill out hatred against was the woman who caressed Bill’s cheek.

"Y/N, please you know Bill. If we wanted him to break up with Alida, he wouldn’t listen. He is a grown man; we can’t get involved in his life. "Y/N blinked when she heard the pain in her voice.

"I’m sorry, Eija, I shouldn’t chew your ass out. I think I really missed the wine too much. "Eija wanted to indicate that it wasn’t important, and she stroked Y/N’s arm and went to his brother who called.

"Hey, are you happy where you hid?” Y/N didn’t even bother to turn her head and look at the man.

“I was happy, at least until you came.” Alcohol made Y/N a cranky person. Bill must be understood that he took the wine bottle from her lap. When Y/N tried to grumble to reach the bottle, Bill pulled the bottle further away. Y/N got up the cold floor she sat in and stood against the man.

“I’d rather be drunk to watch you and that woman. At least the bottle of 1978 Montrachet doesn’t hurt me like you. "Bill left the bottle on the back of the table and wanted to reach out to the woman and caress her face. Despite her drunkenness, both were amazed when Y/N was withdrawn with the retribution. She licked her lips and turned her tough gaze at his.

"So, Bill, did you invite me to show how happy you are?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” When Bill stepped into the woman, Y/N took a step back. Their gaze didn’t separate from each other for a moment.

“I didn’t invite her. Even my family didn’t invite her. She heard it somewhere and came. When I saw her, I was as angry as you. "Y/N wanted to believe that he was telling the truth.

"Do you think I’m happy with her? Do you think I want her with me when you’re the only person I want? Do you think I am happy in her arms when I want to disappear among your arms? Do you think that her skin sucks on me when I’m in need of your touch? "Bill took a step towards the woman in every sentence, and Y/N had no other place to escape. She looked at him speaking with a low voice when her back hugged the cold wall. The sound of the voice was ebbing, but his eyes were telling everything in a very loud voice. Bill put his hand on Y/N’s chin.

"Do you think I can marry her when I want to be happy with you for a lifetime?” “Why are you still not break up with her then? Why are you giving me this pain? To me?  To us? “ Y/N felt that she was lost for a moment in his green eyes.

"Don’t worry Y/N; he won’t have to make you suffer anymore. Because I am breaking up with him. "Y/N and Bill forgot everything and when they looked at each other, they didn’t realize that everyone in the home was watching them. When they both looked at the same time to the woman, she realized Alida was playing a ring on her finger. When she left the house without a word, Bill became the first to realize what was going on.

"Alida, wait!” Y/N wanted to be buried in the wall she was leaning on. Watching Bill’s back, pursuing Alida, a drop of tears came from her right eye and fell between her feet.

You know what it is that bothers me so much about the Mia and Dean discussion is people saying Dean needed to be called out. It’s so good she called him out on his crap. Is everyone aware that people who are grieving do things that they wouldn’t otherwise do? That may be detrimental to both themselves and to others? That is, in fact, part of the grieving process. When someone dies, it might fuck you up so terribly that you resort to coping mechanisms that are not good, that are terrible and damaging. Anger was one of Dean’s coping mechanisms, and no, he did not need to be called out for it. He needed to be helped. He needed to be supported. To be guided to take the right steps through the grieving process; to get past his anger and move through the other stages of grief so that he could come out the other side and be whole again. But called out? No, Dean definitely didn’t need that. 

Sometimes I still can’t believe the writers of Always Sunny, who’ve said the show holds a dark mirror up to society to satirize it in the form of truly terrible individuals, and the show, whose primary model is to culture characters who never learn or grow, or experience any success or happiness because they are awful people, let Mac come out of the closet and accept his sexuality. And they did it specifically because they felt they had a social obligation to do so. 

I want to see Mac embracing his sexuality next season. The man spent forty damn years in the closet. I want to see him flirt and hook up with dudes, maybe try the boyfriend thing, and just be happy, with or without Dennis. He deserves it.

Comfort//A Carlos de Vil Imagine

Anon said: Disney descendants imagine (Carlos X reader) where the reader is the daughter of Captain Hook and goes with the squad to Auradon and she has a nightmare about her father hurting her and Carlos comforts her and they confess their love for each other and they fall asleep together then the next morning the rest of the group finds them. Sorry for the exact details 😁😂

Yessss fics where they fall asleep with each other are the cutest things

WARNING: Abuse flashbacks


“I can’t believe they shoved us all in the same room,” you complained as you got under your covers.

“Can’t have the naughty children sleeping in a room with the good children,” Mal said.


“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah Evie.”

“Tomorrow, can I borrow your leather trench coat?”

You snorted. “How many times have you asked if you could borrow that?”


“And how many times have I said yes?”

Evie sighed. “None.”

“So what’s the answer gonna be this time?”


No, Evie.”

She huffed. “Well then.”

You laughed. “Night guys.”

You lay in your bed and drifted off to sleep, but what greeted you in your dreams was terrible.

Smee!” your father roared. “Where is my daughter?”

The man pulled the red cap off of his head and began to wring it. “Sh-she hasn’t been seen since this morning sir.”

“You let her off the ship?!”

“Not on purpose sir, she snuck off.”

“We will discuss this in the morning. Get out of my sight.”

The small man squeaked and ran off. Hook leaned against the railing, waiting for you to come back. When you did, he lit a lantern.


You froze. Oh no. “Hey dad.”

“You aren’t allowed to leave this ship,” he growled.

“Yeah but-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I have to punish you.”

Your pulse quickened. “No, please, I promise I won’t do it again. I swear.”

“I don’t believe you,” he sneered. He pulled out a wicked looking dagger. “You’re part of my crew. And my crew needs to take their punishments.”

You grit your teeth and braced yourself for the pain. He grabbed your arm and pushed up your sleeve, pressing the tip of the knife against your bicep. “What did you do wrong?”

“I disobeyed a direct order.”

He cut your arm. “Something’s missing.”

You winced and tears stung your eyes. “I disobeyed a direct order, Captain.”

He made another cut, deeper this time. “That’s right. But how many times have you snuck out this week?”

“None sir, I swear.”

He cut your other arm. “Do not lie to me.”


He cut you four times, one for each time you snuck out. And then four more times for each time you lied to him. And then he hit you in the stomach and slapped you across the face.

“Go to your cabin. I don’t want to see you.”

You walked to your cabin, bloodied and beaten, determined not to let the tears fall.

You sat up, panting and soaked with sweat. It was only a dream. He wasn’t here. Your father wasn’t here. You were safe.

You found yourself unable to breathe. Throwing off your covers and tugging on your boots, you were out the door, pulling your coat on over your oversized t-shirt and sweats.

You got to the gardens as quickly as you could and collapsed on a bench and began to cry.


You looked up. “H-hi Carlos. What’re you doing here?”

“Dude had to pee.”

“Oh.” You looked at your calloused hands and watched as tears fell from your eyes onto your hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You wiped your eyes. “um, nothing. Just nightmares.”

He sat next to you. “Your dad?”

You nodded. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. “He can’t get you here.”

“I know. But the nightmares come back anyway. God, I wish I had fought back. I’m so fucking weak.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your hand. “You are not weak. You are the strongest person I know. You survived years with him. You are so strong, and that’s one of the many, many reasons I love you.”

“You what?”

He sighed. “I was gonna wait to tell you, but now seemed like a good time. I’ve been in love with you since I met you, and I just…I want to kill Hook for what he’s done to you. No one deserves that.”

“I, um, wow.”

He looked at you nervously. He didn’t want to ask you to say something because he didn’t want to pressure you, but he wanted you to say something. Even if it was to say you didn’t love him back. He couldn’t take the silence.

You smiled an actual, genuine smile for the first time in what seemed like years. “I love you too,” you said.



He kissed you on the forehead. “Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

You nodded. “Yes please.”

He helped you up. “Jay’s out with the team for their away game, so he’s not here tonight.”

He led you back to their dorm.

He pulled off the covers and took your jacket off for you. His eyes fell on the scars on your shoulders and he gasped slightly. The coat fell from his hands and he gently grabbed you by the arm and spun you around, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

You pulled away from him and kissed him.

“What was that for?”

“For making me feel like someone cares about me.”

“Can I do it again?”

You nodded, smiling.

You broke apart and got into the bed. Carlos pulled you against him wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you close. “I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you too.”

The next morning, the two of you were woken up when Mal slammed the door open. “Carlos, have you seen-”

She stared at the sight before her, slack jawed. “Evie!” she screamed. “I found her!”

Evie came running down the hall. “Oh. My. God. This is adorable.”

“What’s happening?” you said, sitting up, rubbing your eyes.

Carlos ran his hands through your hair. “They found us,” he mumble.

You groaned and buried your face in his chest. “But it was so nice and the bed is so warm,” you whined.

He kissed the top of your head. “I know, but we gotta get up.”

“Whyyyy,” you complained.

Evie snapped a picture of Carlos with his arms around you and your face resting on his shoulder. “Jay’s gonna love this,” she giggled.

“Send me that,” you said, your voice slightly muffled by Carlos.

“You got it. Mal, let’s go. We should leave them alone.”

Mal closed her mouth. “Right. Yes. Leave.” They both left and you and Carlos fell back on the bed.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“The answer to that question,” you said, curling up against him, “is always yes.”

More Than Words

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 706

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Inspiration: Stay close to people who feel like sunlight.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Dean Winchester is a man of action rather than words.

Mess with the people he cares about, and he’ll shove his brown logger boots up your ass. Stop the tape while he’s belting out Zeppelin, and he’ll keep you in a headlock for the rest of the drive. Give Baby a bath—preferably in a white shirt that you get soaking wet—and he’ll turn you into a whimpering mess right there on her shiny, black hood.

You’ve come to expect these things from him.

But every now and then, Dean does something different. Something extra special. 

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Summary: Knowing how powerful a telepath you are, Steve seeks your help with Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Telepath!Reader

Word Count: 1441

Warnings: none really

A/N: Its really just friendship fluff here, but there’s room for a sequel :) @nerdyandproud9

Originally posted by caps-bucky

“Yeah, but Steve, memories don’t work like that,” You laugh, sipping at the warm coffee. You watched as Steve sighed, looking lost as he discarded his coffee. You felt bad, considering he’d come to you in search of help.

You were a telepath; a gift given to you since before you were born to read people’s minds. It was a power you struggled to turn off, considering it took a matter of seconds before you could start shifting through their memories, learning their darkest secrets.

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Lovesick (Owen Grady x Reader)

Inspired by this anon’s headcanon: Imagine bae is a nurse/doctor on the island and Owen goes to the infirmary for every little thing because he just wants to see them and talk to them. (& he’s not even hurt but he desperately needs that bruise looked at bc owen is in soooo much pain)  

**UPDATE: Edited to be gender neutral!

It was your first day on the job, and already you regretting taking it. At first it’d been ok. A few people showed up requesting band aids for blisters on their feet, and one or two had fainted from the heat, but other than that, there was nothing too difficult that you had to deal with. But then he came in.

Another man had his arm around him for support, as he hopped in on one foot, grumbling and muttering about how being there was unnecessary; but the trail of blood he was leaving behind said otherwise. You rushed to his side and gasped. On the back of his calf was a deep laceration that had to be at least six inches long.

“What happened?” you asked quickly as you helped him to the nearest cot.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” he replied bitterly, earning a roll of the eyes from his companion.

“We work with the velociraptors,” the other man said. You nodded, not needing any further explanation.

“Okay, well I’m going to need you to lay down on your stomach, sir,” you instructed with your back turned to him as you searched around in your supply kid to grab the items you needed for sutures. Your heart was racing. You were fresh out of school and this would be your first time giving stitches without an instructor watching over you to make sure everything went ok.

After scrambling around a bit, you gathered everything you needed on a tray and approached him first with a pair of scissors.

“Ah fuck. Do you really need to do that? These are my last good pair of jeans.”

You raised your eyebrows. Clearly he’d been through this process before, but that didn’t surprise you one bit.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, sir. I won’t be able to get to the wound without cutting the clothing away.”

“Owen,” he said shortly. “Call me Owen.”

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You’re Hot, I’m Not

Peter ParkerxReader


Word Count: 2784

A/N: Idea I got from a post I came across, it was this person telling a story about how every time they see their really attractive neighbor they look terrible. Not my gif… I know I don’t say that on every story but I assume there is a general knowledge for it, but I’ll say it just in case this time.

Part II

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Letters to Bucky (Part One)(WinterIron AU)

Welcome to the story! We get our favorite billionaire writing love letters to our lovely soldier. No powers/suits, but Tony is still Tony Stark (think IM1 Pre-arc reactor) and Bucky is a special ops soldier.

It starts a little slow, but its a longish fic so just hang tight!

This is a completed fic! Check out the MASTERLIST!


To: Master Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes

–The rehab facility I am trapped at has encouraged me to work through my depression and regain my mental balance and health by becoming pen pals with a soldier. I pulled your name from the box, so lucky you. I think this is a terrible idea, and I can’t see how it will help me, but they are insisting and I don’t really want a crazy stamp on my forehead so here goes.
–I guess I should emphasize that this isn’t a rehab center for narcotic abusers, even though after months of these heavy duty pain killers they are giving me, I might need a stint in that kind of place as well.
–My name is Tony. On Thanksgiving Day I was in an accident that nearly cost me my life. I broke my sternum and several ribs and they had to restart my heart twice on the operating table. Several other broken bones, a breathing tube and liquid only diet for way too long. And now a stint in a rehab/hospice, where all i do is stare at four walls all day and try not to go crazy.
–You know as I’m writing this I realize I may in fact be depressed. Who wouldn’t be?
–Anyway, whether you write back or not, and I won’t blame you if you don’t because I am just terrible at this, stay safe out there. You and all the other boys making sure jerks like me sleep well at night.


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