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Sneaky bastard - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFW)

Since I have no shame, yet another smutty story (it’s been a while). It’s not just smut though, there’s a plot, and there’s lots of fluff@whovianayesha hope you’ll like it and don’t think it’s total shite, because as usual, I feel like it’s pretty badmaybe I rushed things a bit too much ? I mean, actions gos by too fast and don’t make sense ? EEEEEH I’M ALWAYS SO STRESSED YOU GUYS WON’T LIKE MY WRITING WHENEVER I POST SOMETHING, sorry for being such an annoying angsty woman, I just hope you’ll like  :

WARNING NSFW (smut, don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable, go read my other very safe for work stories instead ;)), LANGUAGE. It’s long, sorry.

(My master list, by the way : Right here )

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If someone would have told you a few weeks ago that you’d save the goddamn Batman, you’d probably would have laughed in their faces. It seemed so ridiculous, that a rookie such as you, who literally joined the forces not even a month before, would ever save a man like the Dark Knight. 

And yet, it happened. And it was wicked awesome.

*********************

He was fighting a bunch of thugs in a back alley, when you came by. You weren’t even gonna intervene, you knew the man, you already saw him roaming Gotham City before you became a cop, he could definitely handle himself…But then, you noticed one of the guy he was fighting take a few steps back, and draw a gun. It was pointed right at the bat’s head and he was going to pull the trigger in a matter of seconds ! 

You didn’t think, you acted. You jumped in the alley, surprising all of them, and with an expertly done high kick, you got the gun out of the man’s hand, knocking him down with a mean left hook. Damn, you turned into a total badass under the adrenaline ! 

Batman quickly got rid of the las few thugs, and turned to you. Suddenly, you didn’t feel that excited anymore, the man was impressive. So tall. Large. Muscular. Yeah ok, he was totally sexy. 

He turned his weird glowy white gaze on you, and, with a voice too rough and low to be human, asked you : 

-Are you alright ? This was very foolish to jump in like that, I didn’t need your help. You could have been very hurt. 

-Yeah I’m alright, and like Hell you didn’t need my help, I totally saved your life dude, be more thankful ! Jeez louiiise. 

-…

-Wow. Ok. So you’re an ass. 

-The ass can give you a ride to the nearest hospital, you’re bleeding. 

-What ? 

He pointed to your arm, and…oh. Yeah. You got shot. Damn. 

-I didn’t even feel it…

-Must be the rush of epinephrine in your blood. Come on, follow me. 

-Wow wait, you’re gonna give me a ride…in the batmobile ?! 

-Do you see any other car ? Climb in, and do not touch anything. 

You tried to keep your cool. To act like it was no big deal…but the adrenaline in your veins doubled in volume as you sat in the car you so often dreamt of riding when you were a child. Fuck this was great ! 

He drove you to the nearest hospital, without saying a word, and almost threw you out of the car. Ass. 

Your wound wasn’t deep, a bullet just grazed you and you only needed a few stitches, you were out two hours later. You went home by foot, because walking always cleared your mind, and damn it needed to be clear right now. Anyway, you weren’t living too far away. 

You just saved the Batman ! YOU JUST SAVE THE BATMAN !! 

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permanent ink - Katsuki Yuuri had two soulmate marks.The first was the words Stammi Vicino scripted right over his heart in bold, beautiful letters. The second was a pair of wings curled against his shoulder blades and down his back in arching, florid strokes.The former belonged to five-time gold-winning World Champion, Viktor Nikiforov. The latter belonged to his protégée, who was making his Senior debut the next year- Yuri Plisetsky, who tried to cut his soulmark off a year before meeting him.

Growing up, growing in -  After making his first friend at Barcelona, Yuri is left with more questions than answers. Is all of what he feels… normal amongst friends? Should he even hesitate that much at the very idea of having him at his home for his birthday?
All he knows is that he can’t wait for it to come, and find out what is all of this that Otabek Altin unleashes inside of him.

To Protect that Smile -  It’s been years since Victor Niforov turned his back from Yuuri and their adopted son, Yuri(o). Chaos ensues when Yurio won gold medal for Junior National Ice Skating Competition and Mari sent a profile for a scholarship/training abroad to Christophe Giacometti and his … co-coach.

Compromises - Their relationship was one of compromises, Yuuri thought, usually in Victor’s favour. Not that Yuuri minded - in all likelihood, he would probably set himself on fire if Victor complained about being cold. But there was one thing Yuuri point blank refused to compromise on; he would not step foot within a 100 metre radius of an ice rink.AU in which Yuuri quit skating as a teenager, Victor isn’t amazing at communication, and Yurio thinks they are both idiots.

Autumn in Detroit -  In a world where Viktor Nikiforov was forced to retire early due to a leg injury, he sought work instead as a police detective in Detroit. Now a young skater with a poster of him on his bedroom door has gone missing and Viktor knows beyond a doubt it’s the work of a man who’s been brutally murdering professional dancers for years. It’s impossible not to take this case personally. Viktor will find Yuuri Katsuki.

What Fades On The Ice - Yuuri Katsuki was a living legend in the skating world. A living legend that depended on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety tablets to survive.Viktor Nikiforov was a young ‘up-and-coming’ skater who was determined to convince his idol to coach him after an extremely bad result at his last competition.How will Yuuri survive the hurricane that is Viktor Nikiforov?Reverse AU where Yuuri is the skating legend and Viktor is a young skater trying to make it big.

Time Bomb Lover -  “I think I know someone who would be more than willing to help your family out, if you were willing to help them out in return. If you were interested that is.”

Precious Love - Basicaly Yuuri’s first job as kindergarten teacher who believe his english ability is his only good trait and Yurio as his problematic-anti-social-tsundere student who strangely attached to him.Add the boy’s famous-handsome-actor-father who is in desperate need of new caretaker.

Figure Skater Time - Assassination on Ice -  When Victor breaks Yuuri’s heart he couldn’t stand up. Broken and without an idea what to do he stumbles over his old equippment from his most interesting school year. His final year at Kunugigaoka junior high school in the assassination classroom with the worlds best teacher and strongest target. In his dream he meets his teacher Korosensei one last time and he gives him the courage to rise once again. Determined to show the world what he is made of he sets out to nurture his blood-lust once more and sharpen his blade. With a little help from his classmates he decides to show the world what he learned in the assassination classroom and how he is ready to graduate from his heartbreak.

Yuuri!!! on Floor -  The gymnastics edition, in which Viktor is still a skater because he’s too pretty on ice and I couldn’t take it away from him. A story about how sometimes love comes slow and soft, and how hearts get bigger when they break.

A lack of Invitations -  Viktor is ex-Russian mob knife for hire, with a terrifying reputation. Yuuri is a Japanese mob boss. They encounter each other at a party and for some reason, Yuuri is intrigued enough to hire Viktor on.

From Almaty, With Love - It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.“You’re used to the noise?”“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”

Dance of the Red Death - Viktor Nikiforov loved too much. What begins as a cough morphs into something that takes the shape of an unseen monster hiding in his very blood. With the Russian government scrambling to sweep under the rug the worst of a crisis that’s been thirty-five years in the making and a society that sees his disease as a death sentence, Viktor is left with figuring out his own way to survive.

Hasta que los días nos unan otra vez - Yuri es un joven amante del patinaje que vive en San Petersburgo con su abuelo. Su vida es normal, hasta que se cruza con aquel extraño de rasgos extranjeros en la pista y desde esa misma noche no puede dejar de soñar con él, literalmente.Pero en sus sueños él ya no es Yuri Plisetsky, sino Yuuri Katsuki, un joven soldado japonés durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial y el extraño tampoco es el mismo sino Viktor Nikiforov, un voluntario ruso en los campamentos de refugiados.Yuri sabe que todo es solo un simple sueño, pero ¿Por qué su corazón duele cada vez que sueña con aquellos dos desconocidos, y se siente tan ligado a su historia?

The Longest Off-Season -  It’s after the Grand Prix Final, and now that Yuri and Victor have made their choices and established exactly what they are, Victor asks Yuri to move in with him in Russia.
Everything is going so well; it’s pure domestic bliss, that is until something happens which turns their world - and Yuri’s skating career - upside down.

Melodies Unheard, but Felt All the Same - Yuuri wanted to make history as the first deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he’s a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov’s presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing.But Victor proves to be different, and Yuuri appreciates that. Now all that’s left is to tell the figure skating world about it.

lie to make me like you -  It’s become a game, of sorts, to anyone privy to the fact that the pattern exists in the first place: ask Victor out at the beginning of the month, date for however many days, and wait for the end to come and for Victor to say, always: I couldn’t fall in love with you. Let’s break up.
Or, Victor is a retired actor looking for love, and Yuuri happens to be the (un)fortunate soul to unwittingly ask him out at the beginning of the month. Except relationships don’t come with a script, and it’s much harder understanding love than roles.

like your french girls -  in which Victor is an artist, Yuuri is his figure skating muse, and Yuri is so done hearing about their stupid love story through Instagram

all the world’s a stage - Everyone has a guilty pleasure.For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov.

Between us - Love hurts. Love heals. Sometimes it’s really easy to love. Sometimes it feels like hell. You can forget to love yourself because you are too busy with loving someone else. Sometimes you give everything for the one you love and don’t expect to get anything back. You can love with all your soul and heart. Your heart can heal, your soul can belong to someone else. Love will make you cry and laugh, love will make you hate and forgive.
It’s life. It’s pain. Feels.Don’t give up.In the end, love always wins.

● ——— HOUSE OF 1,OOO CORPSES SENTENCE STARTERS.

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’ It’s all true. The bogeyman is real and you found him. ’
’ Let me ask you something. ’
’ How come you’re asking me so many jackassy questions? ’
’ You know, the crazy shit you see when you’re driving across the country. ’
’ I don’t drive cross country. ’
’ You little dickens, you. I know what your problem is. ’
’ Ya’ll think us folk from the country’s real funny-like, dontcha? ’
’ Yeah, well saddle up the mule, Ma! Slide me some grits! ’
’ I said, shut your fucking mouth! ’
’ You asshole! ’
’ Listen, you Malibu middle class Barbie piece of shit, I’m tryin’ to work here. ’
’ Work? You ever work? Yeah, I’ll bet you have. ’
’ Our bodies come and go but this blood… is forever. ’
’ I bet you’d stick your head in fire if I told ya you could see Hell. ’
’ Meanwhile, you’re too stupid to realize you got a demon stickin’ out your ass. ’
’ Have you seen this girl in the past twenty four hours? ’
’ The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin’. ’
’ You know, I like ‘em with a little more meat on ‘em. ’
’ Yeah, cute kid. Ain’t my type though. ’
’ Come on clownie, just answer the damn questions. ’
’ We ain’t interested in your love life. ’
’ Goddamn, motherfucker got blood all over my best clown suit. ’
’ I said get the fuck off him/her you stupid fucking whore! Fucking slut! ’
’ Oh, really? Are you gonna do something about it? ’
’ I’ll fucking cut your tits off and shove ‘em down your throat! ’
’ Why are you doing this? ’
’ I mean, I couldn’t have asked for a better speciman. ’
’ You don’t know what kind of dry spell I’ve had here. ’
’ This can’t be real, this can’t be real, this can’t be real. ’
’ Oh, it’s real. As real as I want it to be, mama. ’
’ Fuck you, you fucking freak! ’
’ I’m the one who brings the Christmas candy. ’
’ I’m the one who beats you when you’re bad. ’
’ I’m the one who brings the devil’s brandy. ’
’ Who’s your daddy? ’
’ Now tell me, who’s your daddy? ’
’ Come on, sweetie. Give the old man some sugar. ’
’ I’m the one who loves ya when you’re fucking dead! ’
’ We like to get fucked up, and do fucked up shit. ’
’ Take his gag out. It’s more fun with the screaming. ’
’ Please don’t kill us, please don’t kill us. ’
’ That screaming is much more exciting that way. ’
’ Please don’t kill us… nah… please don’t kill us. ’
’ Shut your mouth and get your shit in the box. Get in now. ’
’ Wait, wait, wait… I wanna say goodbye. ’
’ Goodbye, sweetie. We could’ve been great. ’
’ Ain’t we just having a fucking hoot? ’
’ Just let us go, I swear to God we won’t tell anyone. I swear… ’
’ Get your fucking ass up, boy. ’
’ Come on, we ain’t got all night. ’
’ Where does she think she’s gonna run to? ’
’ She gonna run all the way home? ’
’ Where does she think she’s gonna run to? She gonna run all the way home? ’
’ Huntin’ humans ain’t nothin’ but nothin’. ’
’ They all run like scared little rabbits. Run, rabbit, run. ’
’ I hate fucked up families. ’
’ But most of all, fuck you! ’
’ Shit, I can’t do nothing with this now. ’
’ For the lot of me, I do not understand why you hang out with that asshole. ’
’ Well hell, arn’t they all? All they want to do is eat and fuck. ’
’ Well, if you knew him better you might understand his urges. ’
’ You know what his favorite thing is next to whacking his weasel? ’
’ He takes a sharpened pencil, sticks it in his eyeball and twists it. ’
’ He doesn’t hurt himself. He kind of twists it next to his eyeball. ’
’ Oh, he’s been putting that pencil someplace other than his eyeball. ’
’ What did you see? Who was she with? Where was she going? ’
’ They was nosing around… asking a bunch of stupid questions. ’
’ I figured, what the hell? Can’t do no harm. ’
’ You can shit ten bricks for all I care. ’
’ You miserable motherfucker, I ought to leap over this counter and bash your fuckin’ balls in! ’
’ Hand over the cash box, and I might leave your brains inside your skull! ’
’ Hey, I know you. You work down at the hardware store. ’
’ They call you ‘Little Dick Wick.’ They even sing a song about you. ’
’ Hands up! Keep your paws where I can see 'em. ’
’ What the fuck is that supposed to mean? ’
’ Well, shit the bed! Howdy folks, come on in! ’
’ I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. ’
’ Cause ya wouldn’t be fuckin’ with me, now would ya? ’
’ Better you leave here with your head still full of kitty cats and puppy dogs. ’
’ 'Shoo, shoo,’ said the maiden. ’
’ 'Come, maiden,’ said the rabbit, 'sit on my tail and go with me to my rabbit hutch.’ ’
’ The doctor is in! Its your ghost host, with the most! ’
’ You like blood? Violence? Freaks of nature? ’
’ Go into the garden and drive out the rabbit. ’
’ You know we like to get fucked up? ’
’ Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey! ’
’ That is it! I’m gonna count to ten and you’re gonna hand over all the cash. ’
’ I’m gonna splatter your grease paint mug across the state line! ’
’ Hey, Poopy-pants. What’s new? ’
’ Is that all? Now, I want you to think really hard. ’
’ There’s cops outside! ’
’ Oh, don’t worry about it! How many were there? ’
’ Fucking pigs always come in packs. ’
’ I’ll go around back and take control like I always fuckin’ do! ’
’ Here take this go down stairs and play nice. ’
’ How? Now, that is a question worth examining. ’
’ Buddy, look around. Would I be surprised? ’
’ How much we owe you? ’
’ Go buy yourself a new name… ’
’ That ain’t gonna break my bank, hon. Here, keep the change. ’
’ If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I’d fart. ’
’ You sure this fella’s supossed to ride with us in this car? ’
’ This just don’t seem right to me. ’
’ Well listen, it ain’t up to us. ’
’ I just hope he don’t get in my way’s all I’m sayin’ all right? ’
’ The guy’s an ex-cop and figures he can be a help some. ’
’ I’d say these kids got a cold six and are out getting shitfaced right now. ’
’ I sure hope you’re right. My guts are telling me different. ’
’ You’re spidey senses tinglin? ’
’ I myself always favored for the hulk. ’
’ Whatever you need to do, you do it. ’
’ If someone needs to be killed, you kill 'em. That’s the way. ’
’ If someone needs to be killed, you kill 'em. ’
’ Don’t scream, don’t move. ’
’ Sweet baby Jesus, girl. What the hell happened to you? ’
’ Oh, there’s a whole bunch of people been looking for your ass, girl. ’
’ All right, all right. Just sit back and relax. I’ll get you to a doctor. ’
’ You gotta have the marshmallows, that’s what makes it fun. ’
’ Ain’t the only thing tasty in this house. ’
’ Whoopy-fucking-doo. ’
’ Hey wanna play a guessing game? Guess what number i’m thinking of. ’
’ Hey wanna play a guessing game? ’
’ No wait please come on stop it! What do you want? ’
’ Please be quiet I don’t wanna slip. Ok one more. ’
’ You get this right, i’ll let ya go. If you get it wrong you are fucked! ’
’ Let me take a guess here, y'all are having a Halloween party tonight huh? ’
’ Well you sure are buying a whole mess of holy water for two people. ’
’ I’m going to cut you like a pig and make you eat your own fucking intestines… ’
’ Why are you, Why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing this? ’
’ Come on sleeping beauty, time to go to work. ’
’ No please, let me sit this one out. ’
’ You’re the one who wanted to be a photographer. ’
’ The door’s locked. I’ll gotta go around… wait here. ’
’ Christ, you scared the shit out of me. ’
’ You, my dear worm feeder, are about to become immortalized. ’
’ These are all my dolls. ’
’ These are all my dolls. I used to like to chop their heads off and their arms and stick 'em up on the wall. ’

so.

i queue for conquest, and call jungle first.

three people call it after i do, and one of them just autolocks rat.

OBVIOUSLY, at first, im pissed. like.. its 1:30 in the morning, i just wanted to play loki, i didnt need this.

these guys in lobby were all “hell yeah full jungle”, and bc i was too tired to care, i kinda just went with it while odin actually played the game like it was supposed to be played.

none of us took a lane, we just ran haywire around the map, and we got first blood by invading early.

40 minutes later, we fucking win with a ridiculous amt of kills and honestly i just laughed the entire time because nobody expected this shit to work. hell, we even went into the game like “holy shit if we win”. we were all set up to lose and everything, but no.

watching this unfold was so funny because we’d all move in one big cluster through the first few levels, so if one of us ganked, we all ganked. throughout the entire game though, it was like we were ALWAYS in teamfights, regardless of our lack of teamfight potential.

odin was basically like a babysitter lmao, he’d follow us around and place cages to save our asses.

this had to be the most fun ive had in a while omg.

these guys were so chill too. none of them were toxic, even, they were just looking to fuck around and even said they were glad to run into odin and i because they thought theyd get banned/reported. i guess it was a good day to run into a loki main ahah

Firefly  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I remember everything. I remember too much.”
  • “Well, you were busy trying to get yourself lit on fire. It happens.”
  • “That’s… that’s quite a lot of blood, isn’t it?”
  • “You shut the hell up right now, or so help me, I will shut you up.”
  • “No. This must be what going mad feels like.”
  • “Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.”
  • “Don’t fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone.”
  • “And the last thing you see will be my blade.”
  • “Yeah, but you don’t even like me. Why’d you come back?”
  • “How did your brain even learn human speech? I’m just so curious.”
  • “I don’t know what you’re planning on doing, but I’m trusting you.”
  • “Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill ‘em right back!”
  • “We’re fragile creatures. It takes less than a pound of pressure to cut skin.”
  • “I’m still free. You can’t take the sky from me.”
  • “We will rule over all this land, and we will call it… This Land.”
  • “Here’s a little concept I’ve been working on. Why don’t we shoot her first?”
  • “I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.”
  • “We have done the impossible, and that makes us mighty.”
  • “I need this man to tear all my clothes off.”
  •  I’m trying to put this as delicately as I can: How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?”
  • “We are just too pretty for God to let us die.”
  • “If I ever kill you, you’ll be awake, you’ll be facing me, and you’ll be armed. “
  • “If you die, can I have your share?”
  • “I believe that woman’s plannin’ to shoot me again.”
  • “It doesn’t matter where you go, or how far you fly, I will hunt you down.”
  • “Did he just go crazy and fall asleep?”

anonymous asked:

more slytherin girls hell yeah! what's millicent bulstrode like to your mind?

MILLICENT BULLSTRODE I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY OKAY LET’S GO 

Okay. Imagine this - she’s eleven and half-blooded and overlooked and unexceptional looking and a little chubby and a too little fascinated with winning - with beating her friends at Monopoly, Quidditch, exams, whatever it was she could compete for, she’d compete for it. The best feeling in the world was watching the people around her slowly start to realize that the unassuming girl on their left with the stringy hair was going to beat them. 

The Sorting Hat saw this immediately, and told her that she would shine in Gryffindor, but she’d have to hone her skills in order to stay on top in Slytherin. She thought for a beat, then remembered how much sweeter a come-from-behind victory was, and chose Slytherin before the Sorting Hat had a chance to prompt her for an answer. 

There, she was placed in a room with Pansy Parkinson - the ultimate opponent in every way, Daphne Greengrass - who loved games almost as much as Millicent but for different reasons, and Tracey Davis, who’d rather be off with her Ravenclaw friends anyway. And, of course, Stewart, Pansy Parkinson’s regal Persian cat, who Millicent loved more than any human in her dorm. 

The Inquisitorial Squad was just an extension of her desire to come out on top. She didn’t have Death Eater affiliation, wouldn’t stand for anyone who did. 

The bad side was always going to lose. 

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alright, im done, i promise, but like, Lindsay and Meg are bae, and there’s way too much dick in this set before, so i just had to fix it, and yeah so here’s team free willy with their shitty police lights (and also, is now a good time to admit i don’t know how to draw a firearm?) and then the gents and lads, and its all good now.


check out my fanfic about these fucks, and all their fuck-y shenanigans, on a03, at The City Is At War

Request: Ricochet

Request: ‘Imagine Dean whispering ‘I love you’ in your ear when he thinks you’re already asleep’. The idea was submitted as an image from @multifandom_imagines on Instagram, so all credit to them!!

Word Count: 1,127

Thank you!! Maybe this one could possibly work with a second part so if you feel like that would be nice, just let me know!! Have an awesome day<33

“Sweetheart, hey, look at me,” Dean grabs hold of your chin, leaving a bloody handprint on your skin as he angles your head up to look at him. He’s blurry, his face wavering in an out of focus, “You’re gonna be just fine, you hear me? It’s just a scratch. Just a scratch.” His own voice betrays him, catching in his throat and revealing the bubbling pool of fear behind the calm, determined mask he’s struggling so hard to keep in place.

“Dean!” Sam yells, somewhere in the background. His voice is vague and echoes in the room… or maybe you’re outside. You don’t know. You can’t see past Dean’s eyes, so close to yours.

“We’re coming! Y/N, keep your eyes open for me. This might sting a little, okay?” He slips one arm around your back and the other beneath your knees, lifting you from the hard ground. He feels a wave of warm blood spill onto him and your cry of pain sends shivers down his spine, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. We’re getting you out of here, just stay with me.”

Dean runs over to the car and slides into the back, effortlessly pulling the door closed with his foot, “Drive, Sam. She’s already lost too much blood, I don’t- I don’t know-“

The Impala screeches away from the pavement and onto the road – it’s late enough that the roads are deserted and the road is quiet, so Sam flies through the streets. He’d called the hospital ahead, and knowing that they’ll have a team ready for you, right now, is their only comfort.

“Y/N? Look at me,” Dean begs, clutching you close to him and pressing harder on your side, a small whimper escaping your lips at the pain, “I know, sweetheart, I know. You just gotta hold on, okay?”

You nod minutely, but with every moment the darkness is advancing on you further and keeping your eyes open is becoming more and more difficult with each passing heartbeat. In fact, if you just close them for a few seconds, maybe… maybe it would be easier.

“Y/N? Y/N, no! No! Stay with- shit, Sam, drive!”

***

The sterile smell invades your nose and even before your eyes are open, you know exactly where you are. You just take a moment, drinking in your surrounding – hunter’s instincts have gifted you with the ability to figure out a lot about a room without much to go on. The room is quiet, apart from the soft beeping of an ECG reader and the gentle whir of the oxygen tank, the tubes of which are draped over your face and fixed into your nose. The air being blown into your lungs tickles your nose a little. You’re lying in a bed, your top half slightly raised and a woollen blanked tucked up to your hips. The hospital gown is cotton and, thankfully, not one of those awful open-backed ones.

There’s a window open, judging by the gentle breeze, and… and there’s someone in the room with you. Not a doctor or a nurse, they’d be moving around. It takes a moment before you recognise the pine and leather scent you’ve only ever been able to describe as Dean. Even more surprisingly, he has your right hand – the one not hooked up to an IV – enclosed in both of his as if it’s a wounded animal he must protect.

You prise open one eye, unprepared for the barrage of white light you’re flooded with. An involuntary groan sounds from somewhere in your throat and you close your eye again, but it’s too late – you’ve caught Dean’s attention.

“Y/N?” He asks, and you feel as he leans down close to you. Every couple of seconds, his warm breath ghosts over your face, “Are you… are you awake?”

“No.” You whisper, unable to do anything but. How long have you been out? A day? Three? More?

He laughs softly, “Shit, Y/N. You scared me there.” He says, squeezing your hand gingerly, “You’ve been out for a week, they didn’t know when you’d wake up.”

“A week?” You force your eye back open and this time, it isn’t so bad, but when you pull the other open too it takes a few blinks for the pulsing pain in your head to wear off.

He nods, “You lost a hell of a lot of blood. They said you shouldn’t even be alive, but you’re too stubborn for that.”

“Damn right.” You smile slightly, earning a laugh.

“Yeah. Sam went to get lunch, it’s about midday. You hungry? He can sneak you a burger in.”

You think about it for a moment, and then shake your head, “I’m good. Thanks. You should go eat, though. And shave. You’re starting to look like a caveman.”

He grins, “There’s my Y/N. I’ll go, but only if you promise to be awake when I get back. Oh, and don’t move, you ended up with 30-something stitches in your side and you don’t want to split them.”

You groan softly, but nod, “I’ll be awake. Maybe there’ll be a hot doctor I can bother.”

Dean chuckles, “See you soon, Y/N.”

***

He isn’t at all surprised when he and Sam return an hour later to find you sleeping peacefully. The greyish pallor is gone from your face, though, and there’s a small plate on the nightstand with the remains of a sandwich.

“You tell her?” Sam asks softly, and Dean shakes his head. He crosses over to you, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath you take, “Why not? Dean, you can’t-“

“Sammy, just let it go.” Dean replies, his voice tired, “She’s okay. She’ll be fine. She just needs to recover and then… then… I don’t know. If this has proved anything, it’s that she shouldn’t be around us. Me.”

“What are you talking about? She’d have gone in there anyway. You saved her.”

They go back and forth for a little while – little do they know, you’re very much awake and trying desperately to keep your breaths deep and even, so your heart doesn’t betray you and display racing beats on the little screen to your left.

Eventually, Dean sighs, “It’s not like I can do anything now, anyway. It’ll be a few days before they let her out, and even then she’ll be in no fit state for big discussions.” You hear his footsteps as he crosses over to you, and then once again his warm breath on your face.

“See you later, Y/N,” He whispers, “I love you.”

He presses a light kiss to your forehead and then… then he’s gone.  His footsteps, quickly followed by Sam’s, disappear from the room to leave you alone with Dean’s words ricocheting around your mind.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons for Shin Soukoku? I know you're specialty is Soukoku, but I'd like to hear your thoughts on Akutagawa and Atsushi too!

SHIN SOUKOKU HEADCANONS ALRIGHT *RUBS HANDS*

- I’m being basic but obviously Soukoku sets them up on dates disguised as “urgent missions”. The entire Port mafia and the ADA actually agree to work together to make sure nothing is disturbed. 

- “Man tiger. I like you” “Uhm. I’m glad but. Do you know my name is not actually man tiger.” [Thunder roars in the background]

- Gin gives good love advice. By good love advice I mean sitting besides Akutagawa for 5 hours in silence everytime he fights with Atsushi before he finally says “Yeah you’re right.”

- Rashomon actually can act on its own sometimes based on Akutagawa’s hidden emotions. So basically “Jinko I hate you get out of my school” *Rashomon wraps around Atsushi 3 times and doesn’t let him walk away*

- Akutagawa is awkward ™ so instead of outright hugging Atsushi he just wraps rashomon around him. It’s uncomfortable as hell. Atsushi smiles and says he likes it because he’s an angelic angel too good for this world.

- Sharing an umbrella under the rain is for the weak now you have sharing rashomon under the rain. Don’t mind the blood stench everything is fine when you’re being romantic.

- Atsushi doesn’t know that Akutagawa hates mandarin oranges at first. He just wants to be a good boyfriend and feeds his emo partner mandarin oranges on new year. Akutagawa eats all of them and gets sick. Dazai laughs at it.

- Neither of them can cook and Atsushi decides that he can’t let Akutagawa live on chazuke for the rest of his life even though it’s romantic. So he asks Chuuya to teach him how to cook (Chuuya is actually a yamato nadeshiko in disguise because Kouyou-nee and because Dazai keeps pestering him to cook). The first attempt was horrible but Akutagawa ate the burnt food anyway.

- Akutagawa is extremely dense when it comes to flirting. Atsushi tries hard. “Akutagawa, I want to be closer to you.” “We’re sitting 2 cm away from each other jinko we’re close.” Like why.

- This happens at one point: “Take this Akutagawa, a gift from dad. Atsushi will like it” *Daizai hands him a box of condoms* “Atsushi likes these balloons?” “………..Yeah. Yeah he does.”

Beware: Prison Break Ep. 5 Spoilers below

Are people seriously pissed off that they killed off Sid? Yeah, I get it. I liked him too. It was sad and it sucked. But if you think it had anything to do with the character being gay, you are remarkably short-sighted.

Sid didn’t die because he was gay anymore than Tweener died because he was young. Remember Tweener? Back in season 1 and 2? He got shot by Mahone in cold blood. He went to prison over some expensive, but insignificant bullsh*t and ended up losing his life while on the run. Yeah. It was tragic as hell and it sucked too.

Unlike Tweener, Sid died sacrificing himself for his friends. And nothing indicates he’ll be the last to die in the group before this season ends.

I even see people complaining because Sid was abused and beaten up for the last 3 episodes. Well what the hell do you think would happen to him in a Yemeni prison?! You want the writers to sacrifice realism for the sake of your desire to see a brown gay man reach the promise land? Seriously? How are you a fan of this show? As many people they’ve killed off or didn’t have happy endings, you want to accuse the writers of being prejudiced.

GTFOH with this bullsh*t like Sid wasn’t just as expendable as everyone else trying to escape. And some of you are even saying they should have killed Ja. How messed up is that?

Now Ja may or may not die in the remaining episodes, but why would his character be acceptable to kill off and not Sid?! Because one is openly gay and the other is someone whose orientation we don’t know. Seriously?

Originally posted by fuckyeahdragrace

The first episode of American Gods more like HELL YEAH FUCK YEAH

a bit too much blood and gore for my liking (it’s not that it makes me sick or scared, more like… bored), but apart from that - everything is perfect. The cast is great, I can’t wait to see all the other characters as well. And… I symphatised with Audrey? Did not expect that, but the graveyard scene was so emotional, and the actress did a great job.

Also, I just gotta say that: Mad Sweeney is ridiculously hot omg.

Born Under a Bad Sign - Part 1

Word Count: 2611

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, blood guts and gore although I’m not sure that should be a warning for an SPN story.

Series Rewrite Masterlist


You woke up with a start when Sam got up and left at around 2am. Dean didn’t budge. You knew he was exhausted and, although he’d never admit it, he was weighed down with the thought of something happening to Sam or to you. You laid there for hours and Sam still hadn’t come back. You reached over for your phone and tried calling him, but you didn’t get an answer. “Dean.” You said softly into his ear and looked down at his face that was nuzzled against your neck. “Dean.” You repeated. He mumbled something unintelligible and drifted right back off. “Fine. We’ll do it the hard way.” You leaned down and pressed your lips against his and almost instantly he responded, kissing you back in his sleep.

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Imagine #100

Character: Newt

Rating: M

Words: 2,654

Warning: smut

Request: hiii! was wondering if you’d have time/interest to write a smutty imagine of newt? i was thinking of a scenario where you would’ve been teasing him all day - whispering dirty things to his ear and touching him inappropriately. then you’d have a bonfire in the evening where you would be too friendly with the other guys and your dancing just turned newt on more. then he’d have rough sex with you leaving a lot of hickies on your skin and the gladers would then tease you about them. thanks. 

A/N: So this is the first imagine i’ve written in another POV other than the reader, let me know what you think! And it took a lot longer to write because I wasn’t used to it, so I hope you like it, enjoy!

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“Alright, so the bonfire tonight is in Jason’s honour, seeing as he’s this month’s Greenie.” Alby explained to me as we were walking from the homestead to the box. “And this months supplies still need to be counted and put away.”

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anonymous asked:

why do you say that regulus wanted to watch the world burn?

people think regulus black was a hero for taking the locket, because it shows he wanted to defeat voldemort and that must mean he was on the good side, right?

WRONG. regulus was a pureblooded brat who didn’t want to share his toys (see: DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK”). he had grown up as a black aka wizarding royaltyaka the family that RULED slytherin house and when he found out a filthy half blood was the heir of slytherin he was probably ???????? upset to say the least. of course, voldemort was powerful, much more powerful than any other wizard of that time (with the exception of albus dumbledore, probably, according to the books), and so it catered to regulus’s slytherin sensibilities (ambition, self-preservation) to follow along with whatever t. ridd was saying. it’s not like what voldemort was going for was really anything that purebloods hadn’t already supported for centuries, i mean, hell yeah, kill all the muggle-borns, sounds like a plan, cool beans, here for that. maybe we’ll kill my blood-traitor brother too while we’re at it. and potter. fuck potter. schweeeet.

and the plan is pretty straightforward, like, close ranks, infiltrate the ministry, implement an anti-muggleborn platform, sounds good. but the thing that really gets rex black about tom riddle is that he’s ???? obsessed ???? with these prophecies and dumbledore’s weird birdwatching society, or whatever, and it’s like, come on, pls chill. this stuff is stupid because it’s all about voldemort’s own personal vindication and less about actually making shit happen. and rex black is like ??????? @ the dark lord, why r u the way that u are ???????? (obv not out loud but) BASICALLY he wants to find out all the juicy gossip.

so when voldemort is like, ay who has a house elf i can borrow, rex goes, i do my lord, and then when kreacher comes back from the cave that night and tells him what happened, regulus is PISSED - not because he cares about kreacher, like so many people have deluded themselves into thinking, but because he’s annoyed that someone messed with HIS house elf and left it to die, and it’s like, when you let someone borrow your favorite pair of nikes, and then you don’t hear from them for weeks, and when you do, they’re like, oh, i gave them back to you last week, and you’re like no??? and then a month later you find them in a locker at the community pool, completely destroyed, laces gone, like what the fuck?????

so OF COURSE regulus plots his revenge now that he knows what voldemort was up to, and he’s like pissed as hell, his dad’s dead, sirius is hanging out with dumbledore and the birdwatchers, bellatrix and her husband are going nuts, andromeda’s gone, cissa’s married off to the malfoys, rex is like eighteen and HE’S the one who knows that tom riddle doesn’t care as much about getting rid of the muggles as he does about living forever, so he writes him a fucking dramatic note, like i want you to know it was iiiiii who discovered your secret. and i face death in the hopes that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.” 

and so he goes with kreacher to the cave and he drinks that horrid potion and his body falls into the lake and nobody can know about it because regulus KNOWS if he dies that sirius will be the next available master for the ancient and noble house of black, and like, we can’t really let the damn birdwatchers know what voldy’s been up to, because like, they’re muggle-lovers, and that’s gross. so then he dies, and he wants to watch the world burn, because tom riddle, that filthy half blood, a scratch on the mark of salazar slytherin’s legacy, STOLE a house elf from the ancient and noble house of black, left it to die, all because he was INSANE and wanted to live forever????????? like, please.

so yeah, regulus black wanted to watch the world burn.

(like 90% of this was inspired by/basically plagiarized from @takeupserpents)

Little Red Lie

Pairing: Klaine

Word Count: 2200~

Summary: based on this post. Blaine has been keeping a secret from Kurt. Not as much angst as you’d think, mostly humour.

Rating/warnings: T for talk of sex/blowjobs and Blaine feeding off of people (talked about not seen) pretty vanilla if i do say so myself. Read on AO3

It all started with a (long overdue) conversation and it leads to, well…

“You’re a what?” Kurt snaps.

“A vampire?” Blaine asks weakly.

“Since when?” Kurt demands. Blaine doesn’t respond. “Since when, Blaine?” he repeats. “Since we’ve been in a relationship? Before then?”

“Before,” Blaine admits.

“Before we were a couple?”

“Before you met me.”

And Kurt walks out the door.

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xoxo-exo-cubanita  asked:

Do u have any smut where its slutty soo or where they are grinding or soo is riding .

hell yeah i do bb ~ here’s a mix of slutty and riding!soo hehe: 

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay enjoy hehe - Admin T

Creepypasta: A Cold Love Story by Liam Vickers

I sent the text to my friend max, reading, “Dude, are you at school?” The bus was already a good 20 minutes late.

It was late November, and it was cold.

So damn cold.

My eyes burned against the outside air, and each intake of breath was like swallowing razor blades. Everything was dim, tinted a dull blue, and all was eerily still, seemingly frozen in time. Mercury in the thermometers had settled to the bottom, refusing to budge.

I could see my breath as it shimmered against the thin air, warping and climbing upwards in despair before vanishing. Even the trees, long dead, with crooked, empty limbs, appeared to be shaking against the cold. Frost and ice glinted sharply in the faded sunlight, clinging on and threatening to overtake the trees. The occasional glimmer of sunlight was nothing short of an ironic and cruel sight as its warmth could not be felt. It seemed so distant, its hazy blue glow so utterly small and insignificant against the frozen vastness. The crunch of snow could be heard as I walked – a crisp, sharp sound cutting through what was otherwise dead silence before disappearing into the oblivion with nothing to return an echo.

I stopped for a minute.

It seemed as if I was the only one in this world; a world of cold, of stillness, of nothingness. Neither the heat of a friend, nor the joy of their company existed here.

I was taking a note of all this with my eyes closed, so as the keep them from freezing, when I began to hear the crunching of snow. It was Sarah. I always met her at the bus stop, or had been anyway, for the past two weeks. I was glad of it too. I used to hang out with my good friend Jenna, but she hadn’t been showing up for the past week or so and now it was just Sarah to keep me company.

I opened my eyes slowly, wincing at the frosty wind. I could see Sarah walking towards me, pace slow and steady. Her balance wasn’t affected in the slightest by the now increasing gusts of frigid air whipping snowflakes around like small needles. She wore a fuzzy wool purple hat that sat lazily atop of her head. It didn’t obscure her face at all however, and I could still see her eyes of the purest blue you could imagine. They were only highlighted by her flushed red cheeks, no doubt due to the cold. She was absolutely beautiful … sweet and funny too, but for some reason, I never really saw her with any friends. I suppose this was because she had just moved in. That and because all the guys I knew were too afraid to even talk to her.

I guess that’s why she was stuck with me all the time. In fact, she actually seemed incredibly lonely when I wasn’t with her.

I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts to realize that I was staring at her. She saw me looking and gave a slight giggle with an exaggerated wave. I quickly blushed and only managed to choke out an awkward “hey” before turning away.

I quickly whirled back around however as I realized that something was wrong. She was wearing nothing but a t-shirt, a pair of short shorts and her backpack. I practically tripped over myself as I ran to her.

“Sarah, what are you doing?!” I cried. She stood in front of me, shivering and taking short staggered breaths. Her attire was certainly strange, but there was something else wrong too. Something was different about her.

“Did you walk all the way here like this?!” I asked, dumbfounded.

She had said earlier that her house was a good 20 minute walk from the bus stop.

“John is worrying about me!” She cried, her face lighting up as her eyes widened and stared straight into mine. She paused for a minute before sheepishly continuing, “I thought … maybe I could use your coat.” Her voice trailed off as she looked down at the ground.

I couldn’t believe it! I had on several layers of jackets and I was still freezing! I couldn’t even imagine how cold she must have been!

“Oh my God! Sarah! Of course!” I cried, taking off layer after layer and wrapping her in them. “Did you not have enough time to grab a jacket!?” I asked incredulously, now down to just a t-shirt myself. “You must be freezing, and the bus is already really late, you had plenty of time!”

She shook her head. “I wanted to use yours!” She giggled, wrapping her arms around herself and the jackets she was now wearing, smiling with eyes closed. I was taken completely aback. This wasn’t like her at all.

“You-” I stammered, “you did this on purpose?”

“I’ve never felt so close to you.” She smiled, leaning her head on her shoulder. My mind was racing. I had NO idea what to say to that.

“Sarah, why are you acting so strange all of a sudden?” I asked. She didn’t respond at first, and didn’t seem to have heard my question.

“Awww! Won’t you be cold now!?” She suddenly cried, forcefully grabbing my hands in hers. My mouth moved but words were nowhere to be found.

“It’s … It’s ok, haha, I’ll just freeze to death.” I finally joked as I often do when I’m uncomfortable. Her face erupted in horror, her eyes going wider than I’d ever seen.

“No!” She screamed in anguish, beginning to unzip my jackets, meaning to give them back.

“No! Haha, I was joking!” I cried, grabbing her arms to stop her. The instant my hands closed around her, her face flushed bright red and she stopped in her tracks.

“John.” She stammered.

“You need them more than I do.” I laughed awkwardly, sickening concern encroaching on my heart.

Her face changed then … Distorting … Twisting, and giving the widest smile I had ever seen. I found myself backing up and letting go of her arms. Her smile was misplaced somehow, erroneous and deranged. It crawled across her face like a disease and just kept spreading. Her eyes didn’t blink and stared straight towards me but weren’t really focused on anything.
The areas in which they normally seemed to sparkle now seemed dull and flat. It was incredibly disturbing, so much so that I began to sweat despite the cold.

“So, are you ready for school?” I asked nervously, trying desperately to change the subject or do anything to get rid of that smile.

“School?” She questioned, straight faced, her eyes slowly coming back to focus, “We don’t have school today, silly. It’s a snow day because of the storm that’s coming.” She giggled.

“What?!” I cried, “Gosh dangit! I didn’t get an email or anything!”

She said nothing, but looked at the ground guiltily. Then I saw it. A smile began to slowly carve out her cheeks.

I was dumbfounded.

“Did … Did you …” I started.

“I wouldn’t have been able to see you if you knew there was no school.” She said, matter-of-factly, as that twisted grin continued to stretch her face further and further, eating away at her pale skin. The wind howled and crystalline needles bit at my exposed skin.

Suddenly, she laughed, grabbing onto my waist.

“You better stay close,” she giggled, “otherwise you’ll catch a cold!” My mind was in full retreat mode now as I began backing up.

I tried to wiggle free of her grasp saying, “Haha, yeah, I guess. I think I’ll go home now and maybe get some more coats, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then if the weather improves. Ok?”

Seemingly not hearing me, she snuggled in closer and closed her eyes. My hands were in the air, my body rigid and taut as my heart convulsed with unease. I drew several shaky breaths and looked down at her. Her smile now appeared … rather peaceful?

“Is this really all that bad?” I thought to myself. “A lot of guys I know would do anything to be in this position. She just wanted to see me was all … Yeah! It’s actually really sweet, albeit a little drastic.”

I relaxed a little, almost hugging her back, when I suddenly saw the dark crimson stains on her arms. My muscles tensed.

I choked, my voice faltering as I stammered, “Is that blood?”

Ignoring the question, she pressed herself even closer and looked up at me.

“Let’s go to your house!” She squealed, her face like a child’s on Christmas. “Don’t you need your coats? I’ll take them for you!” She grabbed my hand, looking at me to lead the way. Her big blue eyes glimmered with hope. I felt sick, torn between concern and fear.

But surely she was just having an off day, or messing with me in a cruel drawn out joke. It didn’t really matter though. We can’t stay out here forever, I thought to myself.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly nodded my head and began walking towards my house. She clung to me tightly as we walked and I tried desperately not to shiver and send her on another episode. We were nearly to my driveway when I got the text back from Max. I awkwardly wiggled my phone out of my pocket with my left hand as my right was still in Sarah’s vice grip.

I was still walking as I brought the phone up when I was suddenly jerked back, almost losing my balance on the slick ice.

I turned around to see that Sarah had stopped cold, her hands gripped so tight around my own that I could almost hear the bones breaking. I let out a gasp of pain and tried to pull my hand free, but she wouldn’t allow it. Her expression had gone dark, hair draping over her face.

“Who’s that?” She said, the usual cheer all but gone from her voice.

“It’s- … It’s Max! My friend?” I gasped still cringing in pain as I opened the message from him, “He was just telling me about-”

My blood froze. I stared at the screen as my chest tightened.

“Telling you what?” Her voice cut through the crisp air.

“Just about … How much he likes snow.” I lied.

Slowly, her cute face reappeared and her grip lightened as she smiled at me. We began walking again.

“You know, I like snow too.” She said coyly.

I didn’t even hear her; I was too busy staring at what was on the screen.

It read, “Yeah, of course I’m at school! Where the hell are you?”

I turned to look at Sarah, my hands beginning to shake, having nothing to do with the cold. I’m sure my face showed my horror and confusion but if she saw, she didn’t let on as she met my gaze with a cutesy smile. Her murky black hair was partially obscuring her left eye, making the right seem all the more piercing as its frozen blue hue searched my face. I could feel its chilling gaze stabbing at my numb skin.

“Who would you rather hang out with?” She said, still a hint of malice in her quiet voice.

“What? I stammered.

“Max. Is he a good friend of yours?” She said, looking away.

“Yeah, I guess?” I replied nervously, “I mean, I’ve known him for a while.”

Her hands slowly balled into tight fists, nearly crushing my own hand as she muttered something under her breath. Then she turned into my driveway and started walking down.

Leading ME.

How did she know when to turn? How did she know this was my driveway?!

I yanked my hand from hers with all of my might and took a few steps back.

“Sarah,” I said trying to keep my voice strong, “Where is the bus?”

She looked devastated, staring at her empty hand, not saying a word. Her irises shook slightly, her face becoming hollow, whatever color she had disintegrating into a grey slag.

“Where the hell is the bus Sarah!?” I yelled. “Why didn’t it ever come?!”

She looked up at me. “No … school … today.” She muttered to herself, eyes once again distant and dim as she fumbled around and tried to reach for my hands blindly.

“Yes we do Sarah! We do have school!” I cried, further backing up, “The bus should’ve been at the stop, but it never came!”

“It wanted … just the two of us.” She mumbled, face blank and emotionless.

“And why do you have your backpack if you weren’t planning on going to school? How do you know where I live?!” I was becoming hysterical now.

She chose to ignore all if this and instead found my hands again, gripping them tightly and smiling crookedly. In the most unnatural way, she didn’t seem to be feeling emotions, and yet carved them into her own face all the same. It was as if she was trying to imitate expressions she had seen others express.

“I’m cold,” She said, “we should go inside.”

I took a few long breaths and tried to calm myself down. It must have just been a misunderstanding. Max was probably just messing with me! It wouldn’t be unlike him to joke around like that and get me all worked up about missing a school day that didn’t exist. He was the one lying, and I had lashed out at Sarah who was just trying to be nice! Right? I’m not even sure if I believed it myself, but it was better than thinking of the alternatives.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, then, fumbling for words to make her feel better, I choked out, “Thanks … Thanks for being with me.”

My heart warmed as I saw her face shift ever so slightly. As if waking from a dream, her eyes glanced around, taking in her surroundings for the first time. Her sunken lifeless features slowly ebbed away as, for the first time today, a believable smile flickered into view. One that didn’t appear forced or fueled by delusions.

When her eyes cleared, focused on me, and realized that I was smiling back, she blushed profusely and turned away. I laughed at that and she started to giggle too.

Her eyes suddenly flicked down to her hands which were still gripping mine. She let out a little squeal and dropped them, burying her face in her palms, apologizing over and over. Her black hair meandered around aimlessly in the wind, doing little to hide her embarrassed face.

This was the Sarah I knew: the girl who had trouble talking to other people, the girl who always had a bewildered look about her as if the world was shifting under her feet, the girl who hadn’t been able to look me in the eye for several days when we first met. She never talked about herself; she didn’t seem to want to. She would always listen though. And when she did, her eyes always seemed less piercing, less haunted, and I was certain that she could sit silently for hours while I spoke. Before the events of today, I had still known something was off about her, about the way she listened so devotedly. I could always see a faint emotion shift her features, but it was now finally clear what I had been looking at: relief. When she listened, she appeared relieved, so incredibly comforted to be free of her own thoughts. It was absolutely heart wrenching, but it also served to make her previous demeanor of a few minutes ago all the more out of place. She hadn’t listened at all; she appeared to be trapped in her own mind.

As we began walking down the driveway to my house, I looked at her and took a heavy breath, calming my nerves. I only hoped that her strange behavior had subsided for good. We trudged through the slowly accumulating snow. I had been too lazy to shovel it with my parents having left for Hawaii a week ago. Ironically, as much as it pissed me off to imagine them on a beach while I was stuck here, I was actually glad that neither of them would be home for a few days so I wouldn’t have to explain Sarah to them. I would just be all too like them to try and make things weird if I brought a girl over.

We reached the door and I fumbled for my key, eventually unlocking the door and jumping inside before too much warm air escaped into the bitter cold. I immediately started up a fire, not really realizing how cold I had been until that moment. I looked over at Sarah taking off the jackets and folding them neatly before placing them down gingerly by the entrance. Her movements were strained, her spindly limbs tired and weak. She appeared to have a normal mental state now, but as she finished up and her eyes glanced at me, I couldn’t help but tense a little.

“Hey … Sarah?” I asked slowly, my heart going dark and beginning to pound, distrust and fear suddenly reclaiming me. I had to know.

I nervously continued, “Could you maybe go to my room and get me a hoodie?” My pulse was racing and my breath quickened. If she could …

“Anything for John!” She cried with a big smile, turning to go. She took several steps further into the house. Her pale form walked deliberately at first, but her pace gradually devolved into a strained staggering motion before she eventually came to a complete halt. Still facing away from me, her icy voice quietly seeped out, “But, I don’t know where your room is.”

I felt a huge wave of relief. Thank God! I felt bad for ever doubting her, for giving her such a dumb test.

I laughed, “Haha, sorry, that’s right, it’s up the st-“. I suddenly stopped myself. “You know what?” I chuckled, “I’ll just go get it. I need to stop being so lazy anyway.”

What was wrong with me? I apparently still felt like I couldn’t trust her! Stupid. Stupid! But I just couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t believe her. I wanted to know if there was really no school, I wanted to know why she had been acting so strange. The only thing holding me back was the fear of such a question bringing back that other smile. That deranged face.

So I just kept quiet, instead asking if she wanted some hot chocolate.

Her eyes lit up, “is that even a question?” She laughed. Her ghoulish posture slackened slightly as she turned to face me.

I smiled and moved into the kitchen starting a pot of water to boil. “Would you mind watching this for a second?” I asked.

“Don’t you worry,” She joked, “no one watches water better than me!”

I laughed and ran up the stairs to my room. I grabbed my doorknob only to recoil in shock. It was freezing! I could feel a draft of frozen air seeping out from under my door. I gingerly grabbed the handle with my fingertips and slowly opened it, letting lose a blast of frigid air. It felt like a window had been left open, but as I checked, they were all closed. Now that I thought about it, I remembered my room being freezing that morning as well and really quite drafty for the past week or so. I was only really noticing it now that today was so particularly cold. I would probably have to sleep downstairs by the fire until I could figure out the problem. I quickly grabbed my hoodie and closed the door to my room so I wouldn’t let all of the heat out of the house. I walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen, but Sarah was gone. The pot was boiling over, spilling water onto the floor. I quickly ran and shut off the heat, cursing under my breath as some of the scalding liquid splashed onto me. I grabbed some towels and began soaking up the mess. I finally got it all cleaned up when I thought I could hear shuffling on the kitchen floor.

“Oh no! John!” Sarah suddenly cried from directly behind me, making me jump out of my skin. I whirled around to face her. She was holding her backpack, seemingly empty now as she slung it back over her shoulder.

“What were you doing?” I asked, my eyes narrowing.

As soon as I said it, I immediately regretted doing so. I began to see her eyes frost over as she searched for an answer; her face becoming sunken, lifeless, her personality flipping.

“No! It’s alright!” I cried desperately, handing a mug to her, “uh … do you want marshmallows? Look! I have cute little bunny shaped ones!”

This snapped her out of it, and she squealed in delight as I showed her the bag. “Look at the little sugary mammals!” She giggled.

I laughed as I started to make the hot chocolate. I was so torn and confused, I really liked her like this … but where had that other side of her come from? It scared the shit out of me. I had to watch everything I said and did to keep her as the Sarah I knew. Or, thought I knew anyway.

It was about 12:00 now.

“The school would’ve called by now to report me absent if there had been a school day.” I thought to myself. I let myself relax a little more, looking over at Sarah as she sipped delicately on her hot chocolate. Her hat was still goofily perched on her head. I smiled and reached over the table to her, adjusting it so that it was at least sitting straight.

“There,” I said, sitting back down and grinning, “That’s better.”
She stared wide eyed back at me, her cheeks going red, trying in vain to keep from smiling.

Suddenly, from within her backpack, her phone rang. I couldn’t help but face palm as I heard the ringtone.

“Bruno Mars?!” I laughed as her face broke out in horror. “You’re just as bad as my mom!” I continued, “I can’t believe you two have the same ringtone! Hahaha!” She practically squealed in embarrassment and fished around in her backpack, quickly tearing out the battery.

She sheepishly put the battery in her pocket and looked down at her feet. “Do you want to …” She asked nervously, “maybe walk to the bus stop with me tomorrow?”

“Trying to change the subject eh?” I playfully jeered. Her face just grew even redder as her hands fumbled hastily with her shirt. I couldn’t help myself, it was impossible to say no to her like this. Any fears from before were buried deep in the back of my mind.

My giggles slowly died out and I gave a slight nod, saying, “Yeah, sure.”

“Great!” She cried, suddenly bolting out of her chair and running to the door. “I’ve uh- got to do something now!”

“I’ll be here tomorrow at 6:00!” She called back as she disappeared into the frozen wasteland, shutting the door behind her. I sat stunned for a good minute. Where the hell did that come from? She hadn’t even taken a coat with her! Imagining her in just a t-shirt in that brutal cold made me want to run after her, but I knew she was long gone by that point.

I lazed around for a few hours, did some chemistry homework, and even shot Max another text saying, “I’m serious man, we didn’t have school today right?” But he never got back to me. He rarely checked his phone anyway though, so I brushed it off, opting to sit and watch TV rather than simply wait for his lazy ass to reply. I was absent mindedly watching some sort of documentary when my phone finally buzzed. Picking it up, I realized that it had just run out of batteries. Max still hadn’t responded. Groaning, I stood up and picked up my house phone. I would just have to call him at home. I punched in his number and brought the phone to my ear.

Dial tone.

I tried again.

Dial tone.

Frustrated, I looked at the monitor.

“No service.” It read.

What? It was a landline! “How is that even possible?” I grumbled to myself. “Must have something to do with the storm.”

I sighed and tossed the phone, plopping back down onto the couch. I realized that I should have been checking the news to see if they had any insight into the possibility of school tomorrow.

I flipped to the channel, and my heart practically stopped.

I only heard the tail end,

“… Not releasing images or further details on the bus incident.”

Then the camera switched and they began talking about the highway conditions. I felt an absolutely horrible sickness gripping me. “It couldn’t be. Could it? Surely that little dialog I heard couldn’t have been talking about that. Not about the bus on my route.”

“That would be ridiculous! I’m not even sure what I heard!” I tried in vain to calm myself down, but I quickly realized that I HAD to know for sure. A strong wind suddenly gusted outside and the house shook, tremors being sent down every dark hallway. I stood up from my couch slowly, glancing at the snow beginning to plaster against the windows. Although grey and dull, the flakes seemed to glow against the oppressive darkness as nighttime fell. The frozen slag piled up as distortive structures slowly spread across the once perfectly clear glass.

I secured every layer I could find and suited up, grabbing my flashlight and taking several deep breaths. The frigid night air seemed to ripple with heat distortion as the door swung open, falling stagnant again as I stepped outside. I locked the door behind me and fumbled the keys into my pocket with shaking hands. I began walking the route the bus would’ve taken, my pace slow, the sickness growing worse with every crunch of snow under my feet.

“The school didn’t report you absent.” That’s because the phone is dead! “Max was just playing a joke.” Then why didn’t he ever text back?! Nothing I said to myself made me feel any better.

The dim light from my house was becoming more and more distant now, disappearing altogether as I turned a corner, now just me and the flurry of snow. The skeletal trees surrounding me groaned against the wind, their twisted black shapes silhouetted against the deep blue hue of the night. I hadn’t seen another house for some time now. The families in my neighborhood were exceedingly spread apart and the empty stretches of road seemed to snake on forever at points. More often than not, the snowplows didn’t even find the time to drive as deep into the community as I was going.

It was snowing quite heavily, but I was still certain I would be able to faintly see the tracks of the bus if it had driven anywhere. Despite this, I hadn’t seen its tracks for over a mile. Ordinary cars never usually drove up the way I was walking, and yet I noticed that the roadway was layered with the tracks of smaller vehicles. They looked fresh. That’s when I saw something up ahead, barely visible in the haze.

Lights. Flashing red and blue just ahead around the next bend. Whatever sanity I had left was quickly draining. I approached the lights and peaked around the corner. I didn’t want to believe it, but the sight that greeted me was something I had known I would find all along.

There, surrounded by ambulances and police cars, a mangled mess of metal and shattered glass, sat the bus I had been taking for nearly four years, jutting sideways out of a ditch. The windows were caked with blood which was still a dark crimson red, preserved perfectly in the cold. The once hot, steaming liquid had frozen solid to the splintered glass, encircling small bullet sized holes. The ambulances were stuffed with body bags as the surrounding street was scattered with a few severed limbs. I swore I could see steam softly rising from the dead white appendages as they were ever so slowly covered in drifting snow. I tried to listen to what the officers were saying, but, not daring to get to close, I could only make out a few words and jumbled phrases:

“Hacksaw.”

“Removed post-mortem.”

And one that made my stomach churn, “A few pieces missing.”

Realizing how downright suspicious I looked, I began sprinting back to my house, trying to keep my stomach down as my heart lurched rapidly. I reached my front door and frantically fumbled for the key with my numb fingers, looking behind me into the inky darkness. I finally got the key in the lock and turned it, but then I heard a sound, a knock on glass. It was coming from above me.

I looked up slowly, heart pounding. There, in the window above me, the window to my room, I couldn’t see much of anything. The light was off.

Which was a problem because I knew I had left it on.

But then I could make out some sort of shadowy smudge on the window. I was straining to see what it was when it suddenly moved, backing away into the darkness and it was only when this happened that I knew what I had been looking at.

Sarah’s pale, ghastly form had been pressed up against the glass, smiling down at me with a grin that splintered her face in half.

The realization made me stumble back, fear negating my ability to breathe for a second. How the hell did she get in?! I creaked the door open slowly, ready to run back to the police at any moment.

“S … S-Sarah?” I called into the house, hearing it echo down the dark empty hallways, “What … what are you doing in here?” My voice trailed off. What the hell was I doing?! I needed to run! Run now! My mind screamed at me. As a wind gust shrieked outside and blasted me with cold air, I watched the dim moonlight dance through the empty rooms of the house. If Sarah was still inside, she didn’t say anything and her silence continued as the wind howled and the house groaned.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Something was beginning to roll down the stairs from the top. Something heavy. From my position, I could only see the base of the stairs, so I could only listen as the sound grew closer and louder.

Then it happened. A pale, mangled form came tumbling down the last few steps and smashed onto the ground, its limbs horribly twisted and broken. Crimson globs speckled the soiled ground where it now lay. Its arms and legs seemed to radiate a ghastly white, splayed out like a spider on the shadowy ground. Heavy blood oozed from it silently in the darkness. It had no head.

Then I could make out footsteps. My body was frozen, my heart spasming erratically. I couldn’t take my eyes off the corpse.

I eventually heard Sarah’s voice quietly echoing down the staircase, “You didn’t give me time to prepare this one like the others.”

I tried to say something but nothing came out. Not even a squeak.

“After all, you said he was special to you.” She continued, coming into view; hacksaw in one hand, a ghoulish head in the other. Its expression was so distorted in terror that I didn’t immediately recognize it as Max’s. His mouth was stretched horribly agape, almost as if unhinged, a horrific scream forever imprinted on his face as his eyes stared straight ahead, wide and unblinking.

I couldn’t take the sight of it. I fell to the ground in utter shock. I tried to scream in anguish, but as before, I couldn’t make a sound and simply dry heaved into my hands.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“There there,” Sarah cooed, “Are you feeling sick? Catch a cold? Sarah will make John all better! And John will love Sarah for it.”

She gently lifted me to my feet, dropping Max’s head and the hacksaw and in turn grabbing my hands. I was in shock no doubt. My limbs felt numb and distant; I couldn’t think or move. I was just standing there, shaking violently. She gave me a big hug, wrapping herself around me and smiling crookedly. Her movements were all wrong, disturbingly inhuman, as if she was a puppet controlling her own strings. Her blue eyes should have been highlighted by the dark crimson blood splattered on her, and yet they appeared just as grey as her skin, sinking into her face, enclosed by darkness.

Her frigid hands slowly grabbed mine again, and she began leading me up the stairs, making sweet noises and whispering, “Sssshhh it’s ok. All you need is me.” I followed in a trance-like state, not really processing anything, stuck on the horrors I had just seen. Max’s disfigured head, his broken body, tumbling down the stairs like a rag doll. The bus, the bodies everywhere.

Next thing I knew, I was on my bed with Sarah sitting close next to me, holding my hands in her lap, her face a contorted grinning mess. “It’s cold in here you know.” She said, blushing as her eyes remained dull and lifeless. “Maybe if you just held me.”

I managed to choke out two words, “My … Friends.” My eyes began watering.

“Sshhhh,” She swooned, maneuvering to sit on top of me, “John’s friends are all here.”

I shook my head.

“Mrs. Bus driver lady is over there!” She assured me, pointing to a mangled bloody mess in the dark corner of my room. Through my bleary vision, I could make out a ghastly set of eyes staring lifelessly ahead from within the mound of flesh. The sight was horrendous and I turned my head away, gagging some more.

“You don’t need anyone but me,” she continued, “but I didn’t want John getting lonely either. So I kept your friends here.” She began stroking my hair. “Most of Jenna is in your closet.”

“I cut a hole in your roof so she could stay there for longer.” Sarah giggled, “Room temperature is no good for friends; it must be cold like outside. I’ve let her be with you all week, it’s my turn now.”

I began thrashing around, trying to scream but only letting out strangled squeaks. I couldn’t take any more of this! She giggled and interlaced her fingers with mine, pinning my arms down and bringing her face inches away, grinning from ear to ear. Her head was tilted to one side, her dull grey eyes swirling with darkness.

“Only me to love now.” She whispered, “John loves me now.”

I shook my head violently.

“No.” I croaked out.

“You’re so funny!” She laughed, “John loves me, and I love John! So much!” She leaned her forehead against mine. “Much more than his parents. His parents wanted to leave him, but I made them stay with John. Made them stay …”

Her hand moved and gestured to under my bed.

Then she kissed me.

5sos preference - Scars - Cashton

Hello loves xx

So little side note again: You’re the most beautiful person in the entire world and I hope you know that. It doesn’t really matter if you have scars or not. I don’t care if they’re all over you; you should be proud of them. They reflect who you are and show that you’re strong enough to be here right now on this horrible planet even if you struggle with it sometimes because as humans we tend to freak out and obsess and just kinda overwhelm ourselves and there’s really no point for it but we do it anyway because were confused and shitty people. That was a long sentence. Put some breath marks in there if you need them. But you’re beautiful and lovely and I hope you have a fantastic day and I wrote this on my phone so I’m sorry.

Muke is right here - x

So anyway leggo:

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Calum - He was off on tour, so there was no way he’d catch you. You had to relieve the stress somehow, it was killing you. Every night you read through Twitter, dying a little more inside. The fans weren’t exactly the nicest people in the world. Ever since you started dating Calum you became that little depressed girl again, back from when you were so young and broken and confused. You still had some white scars as reminders of your struggles with who you were. So there you were, sitting in the bathroom, holding your old blade from when you were young. You sighed. You had to. You had to cut, at least once. You dragged the blade across the outside of your wrist. It was quick, but it was deep. Blood started to pour through the line. You smiled at the burning sensation. It was so messed up, so insane, but you loved the feeling of cutting. You deserved every mark you gave yourself.

Your pent up stress instantly faded as blood washed down your arms and legs.
It was like all the pain was slowly exiting your body. You were happy, smiling even, at the pulsing pain that exerted from the cuts.

“I’m sorry Calum.” You whispered to yourself as you ran your thumb across a particular cut on your wrist.

“Yeah, I am too.” You jumped at the sound of the voice - could it be? Your boyfriend stood in the doorway, a mix of hurt and anger apparent on his face.

“Calum..”

“What the hell, (Y/N)! What the hell is this!” He didn’t wait for you to answer. He started rummaging through the medicine cabinets, his back to you. You were silent.

He returned with gauze and rubbing alcohol.

“This is gonna sting.” He warned you, before washing the cuts off, drying them, and disinfecting them. He wrapped your wrists up like mummies and took your hands in his laps. “Why would you do this…why-why wouldn’t you just talk to me or something?”

You didn’t utter a word.

“(Y/N) say something.”

You were ashamed. He’d seen you at your lowest point, at your weakest, and you couldn’t feel more vulnerable. You wanted to hug him and kiss him and thank him and tell him you were okay but you couldn’t move. You were stuck in place. You felt worthless, a useless cutter who would never amount to anything. A useless cutter who would do nothing but bring her boyfriend down with her.

“The fans.” You muttered. “The fans,”

“What?” He asked. “I didn’t hear you. What’d you say?”

“Nevermind.” You tried to smile, but to no avail.

“No, tell me.” He pressed.

“Calum we-I I think we should, um, break up.” You spoke louder, looking down at your legs.

“(Y/N) what, where is this coming from? Is this because of your scars? (Y/N) I’m not gonna leave you. I’m gonna stay right here; I want to help you. Please just let me help you.”

“Calum you can’t save me!” You yelled, surprising the both of you. “You-you can’t…”

“Yes I can. I’m gonna stay right here with you. You’re coming with me on tour. I’m not gonna leave your side, babe. I’m gonna be right here for you, okay?” He rubbed this thumb against the red gauze. “Always. You shouldn’t feel this way. No one should feel this way.”


Ashton - Ash was finally meeting your parents. The two of you sat on the couch, going through your old photo albums that your mom had pulled out from the boxes in the attic. Much to your dismay Ash wanted to see them while your parents finished cooking dinner.

“You were so cute!” He smiled as he pointed to a picture of you in first grade, you smiling up to your ears with your two front teeth missing.

“Yeah, yeah, I was fucking adorable.” You mumbled, turning the page in utter embarrassment.

“No need to swear, babe.” He teased you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “What, is that you?” He asked as you turned another page. He was pointing to a picture of you as a sophomore in high school; you went through an emo phase. The picture was of you on a stage speaking in one of the many poetry slams you used to go to constantly back then.

“Yes…” You mumbled again. “It was a phase…”

“Geez looks like you and Michael have more in common than I thought.” He said, referring to your dyed-deep blue hair.

“Haha yeah except unlike Michael I was 100% punk rock back then,” You laughed awkwardly hoping to turn the page again.

“No, wait.” He stopped you. His face had gone a little pale.

“What?” You asked, looking back at the picture.

He took your left sleeve in his hands and rolled it up. His thumb ran across the white scars on your wrist.

Looking at the picture you could see that he’d noticed your scars from back then, fresh and red in all their depressing glory. It was just something everybody did when you went to one of those poetry slams; if you had scars then you didn’t try to cover them up for once, because you should feel welcome and at home and not alone for once. You were in a crowd of people who understood your pain, because they shared the same kind of pain that you did.

“They’re old, Ash.” You finally said, breaking the silence.

“I mean-what-why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Um, I don’t know, it just never came up I guess. I didn’t really know how to tell you.” You paused. “But I’m okay now. You helped me, you helped me a lot, actually. More than you’ll ever know. I stopped a long time ago, way before I met you, but I kind of always missed it, but then I met you, and, well, the rest is history.”

“I hope you never feel like that again, (Y/N). I love you. And I’m glad your better now. You promise you’re alright now?”

“I promise.” You smiled.

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I cried a little writing Calums honestly…

absentlyabbie  asked:

Kiss on a dare.

“You’re a bastard, a twelve year old, and a perv Ollie.” Sara hissed, smacking her ex across the shoulder as he grinned and sat back in his seat to enjoy Sara’s moment of humiliation.

“Yeah, yeah I am, and I’m also clearly not the one you’re interested in. Now get to it.” He said, motioning from a flushed Sara to a Felicity who was taking off her glasses and shaking out her hair, grumbling to herself about covert operations in paper mills.

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A/N: Hello again Gracie. You give me awesome scenarios :D Hope you enjoy Luke being badass :*

“Maybe like one where Luke and I are best friends and I’m in a relationship and he sees my boyfriend hit me and then he goes all ape shit and protective and maybe he has a secret crush on me or something?”

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“Luke! You did awesome!” you cheer, running up to congratulate your best friend Luke as he walks off the football field.

“Hey Gracie! Thanks, babe. We still on for tonight?” he asks, referring to your monthly movie night.

“Yeah, but Douglas is coming too, that cool?” you check.

Something flickers in Luke’s blue eyes, but it passes so quickly you assume you imagined it.

“Yeah, cool. See you at 8, I have to run.” he goodbyes hurriedly, before jogging to join the rest of his team.

Someone grabs your arm, and you jump.

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