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Married Bliss RP Starters

“Honey, I packed you a lunch.”

“Sweetheart you tried to pack  me a sandwich with gummy bears I think it’s time for a break.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days. Let me watch the kids. You need some rest.”

“Can you please watch them I need a good cry and a nap.”

“You have been on diaper duty since the babies been born let me get it this time.”

“Can you please change their diaper I’m trying to make dinner.”

“I’m sorry…I burnt dinner…”

“Wow…that looks wonderful… No! Hey don’t cry! Please, it looks wonderful! See I’m eating it right now.”

“Honey our little angel just flushed his/her toy down the toilet!”

“My ring! My ring is missing!”

“Honey, where is your wedding ring?”

“Oh no! My ring fell down the drain!”

“Oh…it’s everywhere…I didn’t realize babies…went so much…”

“It’s just a diaper…wait you don’t look so well…”

“I can’t change their diaper without you getting sick It’s a little frustrating.”

“I’m going to be late for dinner.”

“I made us our first dinner in our new place. I hope you like it.”

“Wow it looks wonderful. I didn’t know I was with a seasoned chef.”

“Do I look fat?”

“Honey you’re pregnant that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful no matter what size you are please remember that.”

“I’m so lucky to be married to someone so beautiful.”

“Come to bed, It’s getting late.”

“Why are you cooking? It’s three in the morning.”

“We’re going to make beautiful kids.”

“I can’t wait to see their little face. I’m really excited to see them.”

“It’s your turn to feed him/her.”

“I’ve got it, go back to sleep.”

“Wake up, the baby needs you.”

“Mmm she/he has that fresh baby smell.”

“I know you’re working but you forgot your lunch.”

“I thought I’d stop by so we could have lunch together.”

“They drew all over the walls…we just painted them too…”

“I thought we’d visit you on your break.”

“Let’s go to the park together. It will be good for all of us to get some fresh air.”

“Every day is a blessing with you.”

“Who thought it was a good idea to get them such a noisy toy.”

“I have watched the same kids show all day for a week straight I’m going to snap.”

“Do babies really like this stuff?”

“Wait don’t drink that! That’s for the baby.”

“I think we should get another cat/dog.”

“I love you, but we have too many animals. Please don’t bring anymore home.”

“Did your coat just meow/bark?”

“Surprise! I got us a cat/dog!”

“Please don’t be mad…I couldn’t resist its little face.”

“You’re going to be a father.”

“He/She is kicking!”

“What if we’re not good parents?”

“You’re going to be a wonderful mother/father.”

“Don’t worry about it you’re pregnant. It’s okay to be emotional.”

“I got everything on the list. Are you really craving pickles and peanut butter? Our baby is weird.”

“We are not naming our baby (insert ridiculous name here) end of discussion.”

“Can you take the trash out, please.”

“I’ll make dinner tonight.”

“How was work?”

“I missed you like crazy. I wish I didn’t have to work all day.”

“Will you please stop making that face. It’s making the baby cry.”

“No you can’t steal their dog/cat!”

“It’s okay sometimes these things take time. We’ll just keep trying until something happens.”

“I made you some soup. I hope you get to feeling better soon.”

“Honey, you’re burning up.”

“I think the baby is sick.”

“You worry too much. It’s just a scratch.”

“Please don’t ever leave me. I almost burned the house down trying to cook dinner.”

“He/She has your eyes.”

“He/She is so beautiful. I can’t believe he’s/she’s finally here.
“I’m so afraid i’m going to drop him/her.”

“He/She is so tiny. I can’t believe how small he/she is.”

“He/She has a tight grip.”

“Don’t ask…you don’t want to know.”

“Honey, why is our child running around naked?”

“How much sugar did you give him/her?”

“Are you sure you’re okay being alone with the them?”

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“Don’t give the kids sugar while i’m gone.”

“I swear sometimes I have two children instead of one.”

“Your hormones are just a little crazy. You cried today because you saw a cat on the tv.”

“I know it’s three in the morning but could you please get me some chocolate milk. Oh and some chocolate chip cookies, please.”

“I love you but your cravings are killing me.”

“I’ll rub your feet. I know they’re getting swollen from the pregnancy.”

“We should look into adopting.”

“It’s okay, we can always adopt.”

“Our adoption papers got accepted! We’re going to be parents!”

“We get to bring her/him home tomorrow i’m so excited.” 

“What if they don’t accept us? What if we can’t adopt?”

“We’re going to be amazing parents. I know they’ll see that. Please don’t worry. I know the adoption papers will go through.”

“Have you heard anything yet about the adoption papers? Have we been approved?”

“The kids drew all over my work papers….I hope they’ll accept stick figure drawings.”

“Honey, you put the babies clothes on backwards.”

My Personal Pain Reliever | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This was requested by anon. I’m sorry it isn’t my usual lengthy write-up but I just decided to keep this short and sweet tbh. I hope you guys still like it though! Enjoy!

Request: Hi can I ask for a Zach x reader where Zach finds out the reader’s on her period? He gets flustered and googles what to do… thanks :)

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“Babe, I can’t go to the game today, I’m so sorry. I’m having really bad period pains and the slightest movement would cause the most excruciating pain you can ever imagine.” I tell Zach over the phone. It was their big game today and it sucked that I couldn’t be there to support him.

“Wh-what?” Zach mumbles on the other line, I can imagine him scratching his head, with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The thought itself made me shake my head and smile.

“I’m on my period Zachary, you know the 3-5 days females bleed from down south?” I ask while I’m curled up into a ball on my bed.

“N-no, y-yeah, I know what a period is, no.” he stutters and I giggle at him.

“I’m really sorry baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you soon. I won’t miss another game, ever. I’m sorry.” I say, I can hear him sigh from the other line which broke my heart.

“It’s okay babe, don’t worry. As long as you get some rest, that’s what matters.” he answers but I can still hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Good luck Zachary. Do your best okay?” I reply softly.

“I will Y/N. Feel better soon baby.” he says and we both bid goodbye to each other.

After ending the call, I suddenly realize why Zach was acting so flustered while we were talking. It has only been about a month ever since we started officially dating and this is actually the first time that this has happened since. I smile at the thought of him being so confused and worried at the same time. A couple of minutes later and the pain on my stomach causes me to doze off.

—–

Later that day

I hear a faint knock on my door which makes my eyes flutter open. However, I just couldn’t bring myself to move an inch. Luckily, I heard the door creak open before I even had to prepare myself to get up. To my surpise, a pouting Zach Dempsey comes in and places a couple of bags on my desk before walking over to my bed and leaning above me.

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Sex//Dating With The Avengers

Title: Sex//Dating With The Avengers

Requesy: Can you do the dating/sex would be like with Bruce/tony/pietro? Thanks. [I decided to do for all of them:)]

Pairing: Bruce Banner x reader, Tony Stark x reader, Pietro Maximoff x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT


Originally posted by dcu

Bruce Banner

Originally posted by daddysherwood

Bruce would usually take things slow. Sex with Bruce was passionate, and he showed you how much he loved you. When he made love to you, he made sure to pleasure you, make you cry out in pleasure. You’re his main priority, he’s the type that gets off on you getting off. Things usually start off slow, he would caress your face, admire you for your beauty inside out. Bruce would then slowly lay you down on the bed, his lips would gently press against yours. Bruce loved your hands most, the things you did with your hands drove him insane. You would slowly take his shaft inch by inch into your mouth and his fingers would be in your hair, gently pulling. Bruce was a complete gentleman in bed, he would never do things he knew you disliked. Bruce loved you truly.

Of course, there had been times he was rough with you. When he saw you and Tony in the lab flirting innocently, he snapped. He did not let the big guy out but he definitely had shown you who you belonged to. He had fucked you so hard you had to ask Tony for two days off work.

Dating:

Bruce was a complete sweetheart, he loved going on dates with you even when work doesn’t permit. He would take you to a fancy restaurant, have a couple glasses of red wine and probably a steak. The two of you would talk about both your lives, and you loved planning ahead whilst he loved listening to all the amazing plans you had for both of your futures. He would hold your hand as you talked, his eyes fixed on your features as you spoke, he admired you, for everything. For how you dared to step into his life, even when you knew of the other guy.

Tony Stark

Originally posted by ujustneedbrave

Tony, well you know Stark. A little arrogant on the side, and that side showed itself in bed. All the time. He knew how much you liked Steve for his gentlemanly ways, and how you admired his morals. And he disliked that. He would snap when he saw you laughing with Steve, God the sight made him want to punch the star spangled man in the face. And that’s why he took the time to show you who you belonged to. He would fuck you hard, deep and fast. He’d have you screaming into the pillow to muffle your cries. He took his time, appreciating you and you alone. Sure, he still kept some of his playboy ways and those were the times you took complete charge. Pushing him down and ridding him hard, he loved you like that, all riled up.

Dating:

God. Dating Tony could be a nightmare. The first and foremost reason is obvious. The media’s attention was on the two of you, hell it was difficult to get a bag of chips without being stalked by some nosy paparazzi. And the stories they’ve created had you and Tony arguing. The pictures had you thinking he was out with some other women and once you had packed your bags and left. He won you back of course and you made it a point not to believe what those gossip magazines had to say about your relationship with him.

But then again, Tony could be a total sweetheart, he spoiled you rotten, constantly buying gifts, bringing you to parties, showing you off to others, telling them how lucky he was to find a woman like you. As he quoted from Mulan “You don’t find a woman like that every dynasty”. He would take you out on fancy dinners, booking the whole damn restaurant for the two of you to enjoy yourselves. And sometimes the night was wasted seeing that both of you were on the team, having a peaceful date proved to be a challenge.

Pietro Maximoff

Originally posted by registeredalien

Pietro was an amazing boyfriend. And he loved you, there was a doubt about that. He loved taking things fast, no pun intended. The third time you went on a date with him, you ended up in his bed. And despite all those factors, he proved that he wasn’t some kind of asshole who dumped the girl after sex. Sex with him was incredible, he would show you just how much you meant to him, he would make love to you. His lips would be all over your body, taking time to remember every inch of you. He could make you cum hard, had you moaning his name each time he took you to bed. There were times where you took charge, riding him and pushing the two of you to orgasm.

Dating:

Dating Pietro was something you could never forget. He took you to the park, and sometimes orphanages, and you were happy with that. Looking at the abandoned children reminded him of his childhood. Most times, Wanda followed and you would watch the siblings communicate with the children, playing with them, and you’d join. Sure your dates weren’t at some fancy five star restaurant, but you were fine with it. You knew how much his childhood had affected him and you were willing to pull him out of those dark times he went through. And that was what made your relationship so much stronger. He’d take you to cafes downtown, where the two of you would enjoy talking with the steaming cups of coffee and the occasional chocolate muffins.

Steve Rogers

Originally posted by tomshardy

You know what they say. “Gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets” Steve is well all of this. He was the perfect man outside, saving the lives of innocent citizens, protecting America, saving kittens off trees, opening the doors. However, he could be rough, his hand around your neck as he slammed you hard against the cold wall of his bedroom. God he drove you crazy. He’d have you on your hands and knees, your pretty round ass in the air, and he’d spank you. Hard. And he’d do that till your ass was as red as the stripes on the flag he represented. And he’d fuck you, rough, till you screamed. The first time you called him “Captain” had you pinned on the bed, and fucked so hard you saw stars. Steve loves eating you out, his tongue would dart out towards your clit, he drew figures, numbers and letters. He loves watching you come undone knowing he was the result of it.

Dating:

Dating Captain America. Every woman’s dream wasn’t it? Sometimes dating Steve was a double edged sword. He’d go on missions and at times he would leave for weeks on end. He had you worried sick, had you staring at your phone for his familiar number. And each time there was a knock on the door of your shared apartment, you’d be worried thinking it was some kind of agent who was here to bring you bad news. But then again you had hoped it was Steve.

There were of course the good and happy times. Steve took you out on dates, at little cafes downtown, where the two of you would enjoy breakfast after his run every morning. He would have a run with you, and sometimes Sam would drop by and join the two of you. You loved staying up with Steve watching movies while he snatched the popcorn from your hands playfully. The two of you were big fans if Disney movies, his and you favorite being The Little Mermaid. He loved waking up next to you, snuggling beside you as he pulled you closer.

Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

Sex with Bucky was wild, passionate, even dangerous. He would have your back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his well built waist as he thrust into your heat. He ravished your body, making sure every inch of your body is loved, touched, kissed. He would sometimes have you on top of him, his hands on your waist, leaving his mark on you, showing who you belonged to. You loved his bionic arm, and when he fingered you with it, he made sure to vibrate it, driving you to the edge. At times, he could be gentle, passionate, his fingers interlocked with yours as he thrust into you, both your moans echoing in the room. You loved blowing him, taking his cock inch by inch into your mouth, till his tip hit the back of your throat. You would suck him hard, playing with his balls, doing this while Bucky webbed his fingers through your hair.

Dating:

Dating Bucky was special, different and amazing. He was an assassin before and he often had horrible nightmares for hours on end. He’d wake up in the middle of the night and he would be sweating, horrified by what he might do to you. And you made sure you were by his side through it all, be it the nightmares or the insecurities he had. You loved him and you wanted to him to know that. Dates with Bucky often saw you taking him around the city, to places he had missed the past seventy years or so. Introducing him to new food, technology. He took you to out on dates to restaurants that Steve had often recommended, where they played songs from the 40’s. He remembered most of his memories and he often told you about the past. The way life was, history and you loved that. You loved knowing Bucky, and you loved him the way he was. Assassin or not.


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The Most Awkward Semester Part V

This one goes out to @pattonscardigan. Hope you feel better soon!

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Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Virgil coughed, feeling his body ache with every motion. Groaning, he rolled over and pressed his face into the coolness of the pillow. Fuck, he felt awful.

He sniffed, reaching up a hand to wipe his nose. He was supposed to be meeting with Logan today for another study session, but then he’d come down with this stupid cold on Friday. He’d been hoping that it would have turned out to be nothing, but it had only gotten worse. Now he couldn’t even drag himself out of bed, his entire body aching and exhausted.

There was no way around it. He was going to have to cancel. Letting out another groan, he forced himself to sit up a little so he could grope around on his bedside table and grab his phone. Not wanting Logan to hear his currently scratchy voice, he opted to text.

hey sorry but have to cancel for today

feeling sick

meet up on monday instead?

As Virgil waited for a response, he let himself sink back into the pillows, trying to ignore the pounding sensation behind his temples.

It didn’t take too long for his phone to buzz.

Squinting at the screen, which right now seemed stupidly bright, he read the reply.

That’s sounds unfortunate. What illness have you contracted? And please do not trouble yourself about the work. Your health takes priority.

Why did this guy have to be so stupidly nice?

Virgil sighed, once again reminded of the futility of his crush, and began to text back.

im fine its just a cold and still feel bad

ill make it up on monday i swear

This time the reply was almost immediate.

Cold’s are far from pleasant. So please, just allow yourself to rest and recover without expending energy over worrying about the project. Such anxiety only hinders your recovery. I hope you feel better soon. I assume your parents are taking care of you?

Virgil let a small smile tug on his lips. Logan had a point, but that didn’t really change much. Worrying was what he did. He decided to point that out to Logan.

worryings kind of my thing dude

and nah my parents are on a business trip

There was a pause, but then his phone buzzed again, this time with call from Logan. Puzzled, and a little concerned, Virgil answered.

“Hello,” he rasped out, stifling another cough.

“Salutations,” Logan replied curtly, “And I’m sorry to bother you while you’re unwell, but your last message concerned me. Is there anyone else there with you right now? Your friend Roman perhaps?”

“I’m fine,” Virgil said, this time not quite managing to muffle his coughs.

“Your coughing indicates otherwise,” Logan said dryly. “And you didn’t answer my question. Do you currently have someone taking care of you.”

Virgil sighed.

“No,” he said, “But it’s no big deal. It’s just a cold. I’ll get over it in no time.”

“Hmm” Logan replied. He didn’t sound convinced. But Virgil didn’t know what to tell him, and he was too tired and dizzy to come up with any clever arguments. So instead he just let his aching eyes drift shut, as he waited to see if Logan had anything else he wanted to say.

Then Logan spoke up once more.

“I’m coming over,” he announced. “I’ll be there in less than an hour.”

Virgil felt his heart stop.

“What?” he spluttered. “What do you mean-“

But in his haste to get the words out, he had irritated his throat, and thus got sent into another coughing fit. As he struggled to get his breathing back under control, Logan continued.

“Leaving you on your own would be irresponsible,” he explained. “And as I can help, I feel I should. I’ll pick up supplies on my way over. Try to sleep if you can.”

With that he hung up, leaving Virgil staring at his phone in horror and confusion. Great, just great. The last thing he wanted was his crush seeing him when he looked like the extra in a low budget zombie movie. But there wasn’t anything he could do. Logan had sounded pretty determined.

Tossing his phone back on his bedside table, Virgil let himself flop down. Maybe he should take Logan’s advice and get some sleep. Heck, maybe this would all turn out to be some fever dream. He hoped so.


Logan forced himself to stay calm and to not clench his hands on the steering wheel. He wasn’t sure why he was so agitated, but ever since he had seen the texts from Virgil, he’d felt his stomach churning with worry.

Part of him could admit that his reaction had been somewhat disproportional. It wasn’t as though a cold would be fatal, after all. But after learning that Virgil was sick and alone in his house, he knew he couldn’t do nothing.

Besides, he knew from his relationship with Patton that such a reaction was perfectly normal in a budding friendship. After all, the last time he was sick, Patton had brought him soup along with his homework, and had stayed and chatted with him for several hours. This was much the same.

He glanced at the bags next to him in the seat. He’d hoped he’d brought enough supplies. He had gone to the grocery store almost immediately after he finished his call with Virgil to pick up all the supplies he though might be necessary.

He had, naturally, bought chicken noodle soup, canned, sadly, he didn’t know how to make it from scratch. He made a mental note to practice that sometime in the future. It seemed to be a valuable skill to have. He had also bought two types of juice, crackers, three types of cold medicine, tissues, four kinds of tea, and a jar of honey. He really hoped it would be enough.

He could see Virgil’s house ahead. He’d only been here once before, after he’d dropped Virgil off after the movie two weeks ago. He and Virgil had ended up spending a few hours in a nearby bookstore after the movie was over, so Patton had gone home with Roman, and he’d offered to give Virgil a ride.

As he pulled into the driveway, he paused. He hoped that Virgil was well and coherent enough to answer the door. That was something he hadn’t considered. As he rang the doorbell, he fidgeted slightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. There was no sound of the door opening, but there was a beep from his phone. Pulling it out, he saw there was a text from Virgil.

key under flowerpot right of door

Ah, that was much easier.

Finding and fishing out said key, Logan unlocked the door and stepped inside. He looked around for a moment. He hadn’t actually gone in last time. It was smaller than his home home and with darker furniture, but still quite nice. Still this was no time to sit around and stare. He assumed Virgil’s room was upstairs, so that’s where he went. Upon reaching the second level, the sound of coughing was more than enough to guide him.

As he stepped into the room, Logan let his gaze settle on Virgil. He truly did look miserable, pale, with flushed cheeks and a red nose, the circles beneath his eyes looking even darker than usual. Setting down his supplies. Logan made his way to the bed.

Placing a hand on Virgil’s too hot forehead, he asked gently, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Virgil said sniffing. “You’d didn’t have to come all the way out here. I know you’re busy a lot.”

“Nonsense,” Logan said briskly. “It’s no hardship at all. And I had no plans for today besides spending it with you. That we’re not working on the project, but rather helping you recover is only a minor change.”

He hesitated, clearing his throat, before continuing, a little less sure.

“Besides,” he said quietly. “I- I’d like to think we’re friends, and friends help each other. Is that not correct?”

He hoped he was right.

Virgil looked startled.

“Wha- uh- yeah, of course we’re friends, I’d love to be friends” he babbled, before his voice gave way to coughing.

Logan couldn’t help but feel relieved, although also oddly unsatisfied. He wasn’t sure why, Virgil’s friendship was more than pleasant. But the coughing reminded him of why he’d come, so he went and fetched his supplies.

“Here,” he said, handing Virgil one of the cold medicines, the one designed to especially help with coughing. “Take this, and I have some juice to help it go down. Do you prefer apple or grape?”

“Um, grape” Virgil replied, eyeing his bag, as Logan poured the juice into an empty cup sitting beside Virgil’s bed. “How much stuff did you buy?”

“Only what I though might be necessary,” Logan explained. “Now while you wait for the medicine to kick in, I’ll go downstairs and start on the soup, and some tea to soothe your throat. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Okay, sounds cool” Virgil mumbled, struggling pills out of their container.

Taking pity on him, Logan plucked the container from his hands, and opened it himself.

“Here,” he said, handing it back. “Much easier.”

“Thanks” Virgil replied popping the pills in his mouth. “Hope these work.”

Giving Virgil a small smile, Logan nodded.

“I, too, hope that they’ll be effective,” he said. “I’ll go to make the soup and tea now, but text me if you need anything.”

Virgil nodded as Logan stood up. He then paused a moment, looking down at Virgil. When Patton had come over while he was sick, he had done one other thing. Deciding it couldn’t hurt to try it, Logan leaned down.

“Feel better,” he murmured, his lips pressed gently to Virgil’s forehead.

Pulling back, he nodded at Virgil once more, before turning and striding out of the room.

As he walked down the stairs, he noted that he was feeling a little flushed. He hope he wasn’t coming down with something.

Kissing Sweetly, Poe Dameron x Reader

Title: Kissing Sweetly / AO3
Length: 1.9k
Rating: T for language
Summary: While Reader and Poe are off world, Reader discovers kissing candy that burns red hot in the mouth until someone kisses you.
A/N: Dedicated to @firefeatherx who is an actual angel. XOXO
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Encounter (m)

Word count: 3,242

Content: Jimin smut - thigh grinding, blowjob, sub!Jimin

A/N: To celebrate 3,000 followers (and the release of the new album), I wanted to write something special dedicated to my bias wrecker… Enjoy ._. (Sometimes, Park Jimin gets to me)


It was a Saturday evening: nothing more, nothing less. The same girls in stiletto heels that wore drunk smiles, surrounded by the same boys in suits wearing too much cologne, and the same loud music that drowned out all their conversations that meant nothing at all - like every other time. It was almost like deja vu, with those familiar faces, those scenarios that played out the same way every time. The people would one day change, just like the music would, yet somehow everything would be the exact same way it was that very night. It was a world in a bubble that would forever exist, staying the way it had always been.

How could a night like that become so strange?

You were staring at your bare knees, the fabric of your dress creeping up every time you even so much as breathed. It felt too tight, squeezed the air out of you so that you went light-headed. This wasn’t your crowd, this wasn’t your music, this wasn’t your night - but that wasn’t a surprise. You forced yourself to the same club time after time, never entirely sure why you’d come. Maybe you were looking for something more than everyday life, or something more specific - you’d forgotten a long time ago. Now it was a habit you couldn’t drop, repeating the same old thing over and over. Sometimes you wondered if you’d even be able to stop going here - it would probably be harder than pushing yourself into the crowds for the millionth time.

He was standing in front of you all of a sudden. You didn’t even realise he was there at first. He wasn’t really a person, more of a shadow on your feet that moved in the flickering light. You tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away, because you know how it worked. Shadows towering over girls, swallowing them whole before a single word had been spoken. Shadows wrapping themselves around them and dragging them away into the darkness. He was there just to do that, you knew that. Yet his shadow stayed right where it was, right where it had been when you first noticed it. It didn’t want to hurt you. It was almost a friend, comforting your anxious mind as your heart beat faster than it ever had. The only thing you knew was that it was so familiar.

“Found you.”

You looked up, hearing a voice that was lower than you remembered it being, but you already knew it was his. Of course you couldn’t forget the way he sounded. Those same eyes, that same soft smile that made you nauseous, the same pastel shirt he wore in every picture you’d ever taken with him. He was staring at you sweetly, like he’d done for the last time two years ago.

“Jimin?”

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Anon asked: Heyyy omg I freaking love your blog your acc amazing at writing!! Can I pls get a taeyong make up smut scenario thankooooo xx            

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Anon asked: Heyyy do you take requests? Can i request a smut (or a smutty scenario) with Taeyong in which he comes back from his work so he is tired and you take him to the bedroom and he falls asleep but you go shower and when you get out he’s horny? Thank you for even reading this^^  (Your blog is amazinggggg~~ I’m hooked^^ keep up the hard work!)             

HOPEFULLY this is smutty enough for all of you. I hope you enjoy. Listen to every day by ariana grande or rollin’ by brave girls those songs got me through this. ^^

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I don’t get jealous

(A/N): Fuck me up with possessive Bucky

Request:  💕 💕 jealous!bucky where your ex-fiancee comes back and you have to work w/ him and bucky becomes real protective 💕 💕

Warnings: some swearing, creepy ex


Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch

    “Oh god,” You whisper as that all too familiar man walks into your office. “Oh god no,” You’d recognize that sneer and glinting eyes anywhere, that was your ex. And not just any old ex, this was your ex- fiancee. You gulp as he walks down the aisles with pride in his step, obviously very pleased with himself for being able to worm his way through S.H.I.E.L.D. You turn your head away as he walks by, hoping he didn’t catch a glimpse of your face and for a minute you actually had hope that it worked. He continued to walk down aisles, his steps getting further and further away before they suddenly stop as does your heart. The footsteps come back your way and your heart begins to beat within your chest, god please let him pass you, please let him pass you.

   “(Y/N), is that you?” His voice had you nearly cringing, the greasy tony brought back some not so nice memories. Despite this you turn to look at him with a forced smile, trying your best not to look as annoyed as you were. 

   “Yep,” You chuckle, “It’s me,” 

   “Oh my god,” He smiles, showcasing his teeth. “I haven’t seen you in ages,” Yeah, that was kinda the point dipshit. “This is crazy!” You smile a little wider, causing you to feel like your skin may crack at the force. 

   “Yeah, right,” 

   “So uh- uh what’re you doing here?” You suppress a groan at this longer than needed conversation instead deciding upon smiling more and answering the question. 

   “I’m a field agent, sometimes I work alongside the Avengers-” At this his eyes widen and his jaw nearly drops. 

   “You work with the Avengers? That’s so cool!” You merely nod, hoping this conversation would end soon. “So does this mean you’ve met Tony Stark? Oh my god, have you met Captain America?” 

   “Haha, yep, I sure have,” The man sighs, folding his arms over his chest as he stares at you in a less than comfortable fashion. 

   “That is incredible (Y/N),” You only nod, hoping your face didn’t portray just how uncomfortable you were getting. The stupid man was just about to open his mouth again when the doors to the room open once again and this time the person who walks in is far more pleasant than the man before you. 

   “Bucky,” You sigh out as your present fiancee walks in the room, his other half not far behind. Bucky and Steve seemed to be engaged in quite the conversation when Bucky turns to look at you, smiling softly as his gaze connects to yours.

   You want to jump from your seat and run to his side, grab him and hold him like your life depended on it but you can’t, not with Mr. Sleazy standing right beside you. So instead you wait until Bucky waves goodbye to Steve and begins to make his way over to you to get up and excuse yourself momentarily. 

   “Sorry,” You give the man a tight lipped smile as you stand, dusting your suit off before standing a bit taller. “I’ll be right back,” You walk past him and instead to Bucky, your Bucky. 

  You nearly sigh in relief when Bucky opens his arms up, inviting you into his embrace. You gladly accept, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest. 

   “Hey doll,” Bucky’s chest rumbles, soft and comforting against you. 

   “Hey,” You breathe out, just happy to be back by his side, rather than that creepy man’s. 

   “Who’s the creep lingering by your desk?” Bucky’s voice is no louder than a whisper, not wishing anyone to hear what you guys were saying. 

   “Remember that asshole boyfriend I told you about?” Bucky’s grip on you tightens at your words, just enough to give you a soft squeeze before it relaxes. 

   “Yes,” Bucky’s jaw is clenches and his words are now a hiss as he glowers at the man by your desk. 

   “Guess who’s working with us now?” 

   “Not that creep right?” 

   “Unfortunately yes,” Bucky growls softly as he pulls you against him a little tighter, making sure to keep you blocked from the man’s line of sight. 

   “Has he tried anything-” 

  “No Bucky,” You smile softly against the ex assassin. “He hasn’t tried anything…not yet at least,” You knew your words were only going to spurr Bucky’s little jealousy fit and you could definitely tell when he growled once again, pulling you even closer to his chest. “Buck-” You gently pat his back, “I’m just joking, he’s not going to try anything, I made it very clear we were over and that I didn’t want anything to do with him,” 

   “Well he’s here and he’s talking to you,” 

   “He works here Buck, we’re just gonna have to live with that,” Bucky sighs softly, albeit unhappily. 

   “If he tries anything you tell me, okay?” He tilts your head up at his words, his thumb and pointer finger clutching your chin gently. His blue eyes are boring into yours and his face is etched with concern (and jealousy). You find yourself smiling at the literally man puppy holding you before you lean in, pressing your lips to his briefly before pulling away, much to Bucky’s dismay. 

   “You got it Sarge,” Bucky smiles, his eyes crinkling softly at the nickname you’d given him. 

   You go to pull away, intending to go back to your seat and work when Bucky pulls you back against him, causing you to squeak in surprise. 

   “One more kiss?” Bucky asks softly as he gives a damn good pair of puppy dog eyes. You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance but you couldn’t even deny how much you loved it when Bucky asked for kisses. You lean in, pressing your lips against his once more, only intending for it to be an innocent kiss but as Bucky began to nibble on your bottom lip you realized he wanted more. 

   “Bucky,” You warn against his lips, after all, you were at work and you were sure Fury would kill you both if he caught the two of you displaying anymore public affection. 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky replies cooly as once again leans in to claim your lips as his own. You can only smile against him, making it nearly impossible to keep up the kissing. Eventually Bucky gives in, succumbing to a smile as well. “Think I made my point?” Bucky murmurs against your lips, just allowing himself that small amount of teasing pleasure. 

   “What point?” You murmur back, genuinely confused. Bucky smiles as he nuzzles his forehead against your own, looking just about as smug as could be. 

    “Think that loser over there knows you’re mine?” You peek over Bucky’s shoulder to see your ex-fiancee looking anywhere but the two of you, obviously very uncomfortable.  

   “I think everyone knows I’m yours you nerd,” Bucky smiles wider, causing his nose to scrunch up in the cutest way. “You know I love you right?” You ask a bit softer, just enough so that only Bucky could hear you. Bucky smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist a bit more snugly, nuzzling his scruffy face into the crook of your neck as he does so. 

   “I love you too,” 

   “Hey!” The doors open and in walks Fury, damn near seething at the sudden display of affection. “What’d I tell you motherfuckers the last time I caught you?” 

Letter from Mick Jagger to Marianne Faithfull, 16 August 1970

“Dearest Marianne, I woke up this morning and had you in my mind so I thought I would just talk to you a little. I haven’t seen or heard of you much lately and wondered how you were? I saw Chrissie grooving off to Morocco in abandoned style a few days ago, I’m just getting my things together to go on tour to Europe though haven’t got used to the idea yet of all that work and traveling and of course I haven’t a clue what to wear. Things have changed a lot recently here, completely different people come around which I find sometimes peculiar. We have good fun but I’m glad to be going away as its becoming a little tedious. I have no idea where you are in your mind nor should I expect to but I hope there are green fields and flowers where you walk. I’m sure Nicholas is having a good time please throw him in the air for me. Marlon is now 1 and walks and is bright but will inevitably have an Oedipus complex don’t you think! If you find time please drop me a line or telephone before I go away at the end of August as I would love to hear from you. You will always be precious in my thoughts. As ever, Mick.”

i cry

It’s gonna get bad before it gets good; we need the bad days to keep the good ones in perspective. We’ll tuck hope right next to your heart like a drop of sunshine, sometimes it won’t shine too bright, you’ll think it’s gone but it’s still there. I’ll be here to remind you whenever you need to hear it and if it gets hard to breathe, remember when he smiled for you, because of you. Remember that you kept my mind busy when I couldn’t sleep, I was never too upset when we talked. Remember that we need you in our lives. We may not say it too often but we do. We need you. So when shit gets tough we’ll be there to hold your hand and tell you it’ll get better because darling, it will get better.
—  //The shattered flower
Sleepless Daydreams

Ten x Reader

Request: Anon: Can I get 1 and 9 with the Tenth Doctor please, with lots of fluff? P.S. love your writing! <3

Anon asked: Prompt #1 List 3 with Ten? Love your blog, wish you all the best

Hello Anons! Here is your request! I hope it’s okay I combined both of yours since they both asked for Ten and at least one of the same prompts. I went fluffier than I had originally planned with this one. A lot of my next request are going to be getting heavy, and I was happy to do something a bit lighter. Thank you for your request! Hope you drop in again sometime! xoxo

Title: Sleepless Daydreams

Word Count: 2,856


You let out a heavy sigh as you shifted your body around once more attempting to get comfortable in your nest of blankets and pillows. You didn’t know what time it was and you didn’t want to check, knowing that it would just upset you more to know how long you actually had been awake for. Besides, the time back at home didn’t really pertain to the time and space continuum you were actually in. While you were in fact exhausted, your mind was up and about making you think of every little thing in your life and beyond.

You finally caved and leaned across some of your pillows to reach your phone on your bedside table to check the time. 2:48 a.m. “Damn it…” You exhaled, dangling off the edge of your bed, letting your arms sway back and forth, barely able to touch the cold floor. “Please brain, if you let me sleep now I promise you can bug me later but for now please just shut up.” You begged yourself, realizing that if anyone were to have heard you out of context you might be sounding a bit crazy.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were a bit crazy. It’s not every day you ran away with an alien who calls himself the Doctor, and whisk away into his space ship that took the form of a blue police box. It’s not every day you were able to go on amazing adventure through time and space. It’s not every day that you end up falling in love with said alien…You have been, however, beating your brain over what to do about your feelings for the Doctor, and whether or not you should tell him. Every time it seemed like it would be the perfect time, something got in the way. Whether it was danger, a new species of something popping up right at that moment, an old friend of the Doctor, or just him being amazed by something the universe had to offer, you were never able to get around to actually saying what you needed. You felt as if you were being sabotaged at every turn.

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The Dinner Date - Social Workers AU - Part 4

Hey guys, so here we are the final part in the social workers series. I am so sad to let go of these two and I hope I did them justice in their final send off.

Thank you so much for everyone who has commented on this series it definitely has a special place in my heart.

Previous Parts:

Meeting Time, Can I Have A Volunteer, Complicate Matters

The Dinner Date

Betty looked over her appearance carefully in the mirror. She looked again at the time on her phone for the tenth time that night already. It was almost 6.00pm. She had a little bounce in her step as she had walked to her car, after agreeing to the impromptu date with Jughead. That was until she remembered what she had found in his bag that morning and a heat rushed over her all over again. It’s not like she didn’t want to, God, she wanted to, but she had to admit to herself that ever since that Christmas party where she had been attracted to him physically she had gotten to know the real Jughead or at least she liked to think that she had. He cared more than he wanted people to know and she had come to admire him in an entirely different way. She didn’t want just a couple of quick hook ups in the office she wanted something else. Something more.

Her doorbell rang and she jumped a little at the noise her nerves already on edge. She gave herself one final look over before she opened her door to find a beanieless Jughead Jones standing at her door. A single flower in his hand that caught her by surprise.

“This is for you.” He held the lily out to her, and she took it in her hand her fingers brushing against his slightly.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to. This whole thing is just the result of a bet anyway so-” He held up a hand to interrupt her.

“Bet dinner or no bet dinner, Jughead Jones does nothing half assed.”

“You do a multitude of things half assed at work.”

“Yes, -” He nodded thoughtfully. “But not the important things and a date with a beautiful woman is very important.”

She rolled her eyes at him well used to his compliments by now. “Okay.” She put her bag over her shoulder and locked her door behind her, turning back around to see his arm held out to her. She took it graciously taking in his appearance of a dress shirt and slacks. Very different to his usual jeans and button down. Those damn suspenders were still there, pulled over his shoulders instead of hanging loosely by his sides. Oh the day dreams she had had about those suspenders. She wanted to run her fingers over them, pull them back and just hear them snap against his skin, bare skin would be best. She shook her head again breaking free from another one of her vivid imaginings.

“So you said Japanese.” He said as he held open the car door for her to climb into the passenger seat.

“I did.” She was not surprised that the inside of his car looked very much like his desk at work, a couple of empty takeaway bags and coffee cups. She imagined that he very much like her spent most lunches in his car.

“Right well there is a sushi restaurant booked.” He smiled over at her as he pulled away from the curb.

“On such short notice, I’m impressed.”

“Well if you are impressed by that Betts you are in store for all kinds of treats tonight. Besides I knew I would win and I know how much you like your raw fish.”

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Days in the Sun

Betty spun around on her heels, a lazy smile gracing her face as she took in the sunshine in her backyard. Her honey blonde hair was down and flowing around her shoulders as Archie’s dog,Vegas, was running around her in circles. Leaning out the window of Archie’s bedroom Jughead could hear her carefree giggle, he watched her drop to her knees and nuzzle the soft fur of the silly dog.

She was too beautiful for words sometimes, leaning against the window frame he couldn’t stop the goofy grin that was gracing his face.
She had on a pair of dirty converse and a light yellow sundress, gone was the overly tight ponytail and perfectly pressed cardigans, he didn’t think she had ever looked so beautiful. He was content to watch her spin around and laugh all day, but when Betty’s eyes caught his she smiled widely and lifted a hand, beckoning him to join her. He all but sprinted down the stairs, hopping the fence to her back yard and strolling over to her

“Good morning” he mumbled out, smirking and leaning against the fence, as she got up from the ground brushing her knees.

“Beautiful morning.” She replied coming closer to him.

As he stared into her eyes he noted the way they were slightly red rimmed and the darkish purple bags were slightly more prominent, a sure sign she had cried herself to sleep. He frowned slightly as he reached for her hand.
She nodded absently at him.

Sighing softly she leaned against him “ isn’t it amazing?” She whispered

“Hmm?” He hummed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. They were both staring into the sunlight, comfortable in each other’s arms.

“It’s just… there’s so much pain. Everywhere. So much sorrow, it seems to follow us. But then a day like this.. the sun is shining, flowers are blooming and I have… I have you.” She tilted her head up at him and smiled shyly.

Jugheads face melted into a look of complete adoration “and I have you.” He whispered, dropping his lips to hers for a quick kiss.

She smiled lazily “I mean, some days I think. "These dark days will never end” but then I get to be here with you, how in the midst of all this sorrow can so much hope and love endure?“

Jughead closed his eyes, dropping a kiss to the top of her head "I know what you mean.”

Betty nodded absently, she knew he did understand her, sometimes it seemed like he was the only one in the entire world.

He cleared his throat causing her to look up
“Well, if we lose everything.”
Betty scoffed, pulling away

Jughead just laughed pulling her back in before continuing

“If we lose everything, we’ll always have this. We’ll always have days in the sun.”

Betty smiled as Vegas nipped on the bottom of her skirt, she pulled Jughead along and began to spin around, Vegas chasing her in circles again

“Days in the sun.” She giggled happily, watching as Jughead playfully chased the rambunctious pup.

Drop It Like It’s Obvious - cc ficlet

Title: Drop It Like It’s Obvious
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Rating/Length: G / ~1,200
Summary: A belated birthday gift for Katie.

[AO3]

In hindsight, Darren should have seen it coming.

Chris likes to bake and is a good hand at it, but he tends to stick to the handful of recipes he’s already proven adept at. Darren is intimately familiar with Chris’ chocolate chip cookies, his banana bread, and his pecan pie (which Darren sometimes convinces him to add bourbon to, on special occasions). There have been other attempts along the sliding spectrum of success: key lime pie, misshapen eclairs, and croissants that used up more butter than Darren had ever seen before in his life.

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You’re standing in the sunlight

Request: “Why do you keep saying that?” with Ashton + something based on “Sunlight” by From Indian Lakes
Summary: Ashton watches the sunrise with a girl who’s slipping away

Prompts


“Do you ever think about how you’re gonna die?”

Ashton starts at the question, turning to stare at you. There’s a small smile at your lips as you keep gazing at the stars above.

Your call woke Ashton up at 4am, and when he asked what you wanted, you just said you wanted to watch the stars. So here the two of you are now, lying on your backs on the beach, breathing in the beauty of the silent night.

“Not really,” he says finally. “My life’s going to end at some point, and I’d rather just enjoy the moments. Make the most of it. It’s no use thinking about death.”

“I think it’s comforting,” you say. “We’re never sure of anything, but death will always be there.”

“Thought you liked chaos.”

This time it’s you who turns, and you let out a small chuckle before pressing your lips against Ashton’s. He emits a small gasp, and you kiss him once again, softly.

“I don’t like chaos, I breathe chaos,” you waggle your eyebrows.

Ashton smiles a little uncertainly before kissing you again.

“The sun is about to rise,” he remarks, seeing a bit of light on the horizon.

You hum, falling on your back again.

“I always thought I’d die young. Do you see that star?” You point. “It’s my favorite. It’s not the brightest, it’s not part of a constellation and I can never remember its name. But it’s there every night and it shines beautifully. I want to live like that star. I want to live beautifully, be loved by few and remembered by none. I want to live like that star and when I die I wanna be up there in the sky next to it. You know in Greek mythology the gods transformed people who died young into stars?”

Ashton stays silent, eyes riveted on the girl who speaks of death like it is just another part of an adventure. You send him another smile and stand up. He frowns, pouting the slightest bit.

“Hey, stay here.”

You grin and grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his and helping him up to his feet.

“Come on, let’s watch the sun rise.”

He follows you up the small hill and stands by your side as the first beams of sunlight set the ocean on fire. You watch the patches of light glittering on the waves but he’s watching your face, eyes far away, lit up by the sunrise. You seem lost to your own world and not for the first time, he wishes he could follow you there. He wishes he could understand your mind and join you in your musings and make himself a home in the recesses of your soul. But he’ll settle for anything you give him.

You lean your head against his shoulder, exhaling softly.

“It’s so beautiful it makes me wish I could disappear into it,” you say.

“But then you wouldn’t get to be a star. You’ve got to make up your mind.”

“You make a fair point,” you grin. “There are too many possibilities.”

“The possibilities are endless,” he agrees, and ducks his head to place a kiss on your shoulder. You giggle, batting him away.

“Stop tickling me!”

His hazel eyes are a molten gold in the sunlight, intense on your face as he speaks.

“Or you could always stay here. Stay with me.”

Your breath stutters for a few seconds, before a wistful smile settles at your lips. You lift a hand to play with a stray curl of his. His eyes don’t let go of yours.

“You’re wonderful Ashton, you know that right? You make me wanna stay, sometimes. I hope one day you find someone who deserves you.”

Why do you keep saying that? Why do you keep acting like you’re gonna leave?”

He watches the movement of your throat as you swallow and drop your gaze to the ground, your foot playing a little with the sand.

“Does it matter? I’m here now.” You lift up your head to meet his eyes again. “And weren’t you the one who said to enjoy the moment?”

He lets out a huff of a chuckle, because of course you’d use his arguments against him in a way to avoid his questions. He wraps his arms around you from behind and you let out a pleased sound, melting into his warm embrace.

“And besides,” you add, watching the horizon as golden waves lick the sand beneath you, “you’ll always find me in the stars.”

You can almost hear Ashton rolling his eyes at that, but he presses a kiss right under your ear anyway. You shiver at the amount of comfort and love he surrounds you with in that exact moment. And then he whispers:

“You won’t ever be like that star, miss chaos. I’ll always remember your name.”

And you smile again.

Still me, tough guy.
Writing chick flick shit, certainly cause I’m fucking drunk. I miss you man. Every fucking day in my life, every time I pass in a crowd, I’m looking for you. Trying to see if you’re here, looking up for me. But you'renot. Still in South Side huh? Hope you’re okay. Thugs are assholes and you can’t fuck everyone of them, they are not me. Hope you miss me too, sometimes. Don’t want to this being one-sided. But I don’t want you to fucking cry. You’re a tough guy, firecrotch. Get over me. But not too much. Think of me at the end of a vodka bottle. I’ll be in the last drops.
Mexico sucks, guys are dumb, and I can’t find a warm mouth like yours.
Goodnight.

(Come back to me. Please.)


-A letter Mickey will never send.(4)

This is a Song About Somebody Else Pt. 1

by grumpybell
word count: 6,395
chapter: 1/3 
rating: M

part 2, part 3

“What do you want?” He asks her, once he’s close enough. At this distance she can see the freckles splayed across his cheeks and the way his hair curls at the edges where it’s getting longer. It’s not surprising that he’s wary of strangers, but the iron edge of his voice speaks to something angrier. He’s still the best option she’s got.

“A ride.” Clarke hopes her voice doesn’t sound as bone weary as she feels. It doesn’t pay to be weak out here. That’s a lesson she learned the hard way, the scars of it permanently branded under her ribs.

“Not in the market for a traveling companion,” he says, cold and dismissive, and steps around her to hoist the gas cans into the bed of the truck.

- - - 

Surviving was the trick of the apocalypse; finding something worth living for is the trick of after.

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Pt. 1  It’s You Right There in the Mirror

It doesn’t feel like the end of the world until after. That’s what Clarke remembers most. There’s no defining event, a distinct turning point, or at least not for the world. For Clarke there’s just her dad with tears of blood and wild, angry eyes. And then there’s his ashes swept away in a gust of wind at his favorite spot in the woods. There’s her mother’s smooth face and sorrowful eyes. There’s Wells’ hand against hers, fingers intertwined. And then there’s running.


She meets Bellamy Blake at an abandoned gas station off I-80, somewhere in Nevada. She notices him from a distance, while she’s still a short ways up the road. He has a rifle strapped across his back, a handgun tucked into his waistband, and a black eye. He’s exactly the type that Clarke would generally try to avoid. But he also has a rusty, pale blue truck. And Clarke has a pretty badly sprained ankle and hasn’t so much as seen another human being in five days. So it doesn’t leave her with much choice.

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The Dongsaeng’s Lesson {Min Yoongi + Jung Hoseok} ~ceasefire~

Prompt: Hoseok teaches Yoongi how to eat out a girl

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader ft Hoseok as the reader’s boyfriend

Word Count: 1k

Warning: , 

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Life By the Bottle

I speak of days gone by as if such eloquence was needed for nights and days spent in the inebriated stupors of a bygone era. Truth be told, I could remember everything in those moments as if happening as I write, or speak, now. I live them with every passing second. That is the reality of existing with a bottle as your only friend, a cigarette as your lover, two extra large coffees, light and sweet, as your reason to get through your day.

I was inclined to believe that the only thing that mattered was that rush as I inhaled the smoke, held it in, and drank my shots of Jack, only to let out that smoke slowly, letting it mix with the taste.

Mornings started at noon, days ended at ten, bedtime was whenever my head gave up, my body caved in, and I ended up in a big bed, naked, and alone. Pack of smokes nearby, surrounded by empty bottles of beer and wine, hoping I’d never wake up again.

Each time I opened my eyes I’d realize I’d failed to make it happen.

What I would give, how I would try, hoping to die. Always wondered why I didn’t have the strength, nor the drive, to disrespect my beliefs and end my life. A coward’s way to some. The only option for others. The progressive evolution to mine.

Cracked another cold one, lit another Medium, pondered for some time.

One single belief. What IS on the other side? Maybe today, maybe tonight? The thoughts that ran through my mind. Meanwhile my guitars in the darkness, the light from the cigarette, Stevie Ray Vaughan reminding me to live, Life By the Drop. The liquid courage pushed me onward. Philly’s local brew keeping me company.

Many years later, God, it seems lifetimes ago, I’m still here. Many words spoken, very few written until recently. Trust still an issue, so many liars. “Friends” and lovers, mostly forgotten. Health issues, comatose, rebirth, repurpose, reinvigorated, so many empty bottles were strewn, am still trying. So many stories to tell and lives to share. Feelings rebottled up and heart broken a lot. But, with a season, sometimes there’s hope and a reason.

It’s been so many years. God, grant me the peace, strength, and determination. Most of all, patience to survive the let downs, respect to overcome the lies, good will to push through even as I’m forced to back away from those closest to me. Hope that at least one will listen, actually believe in me, and trust in me completely.

Sobriety has been enlightening. My only addiction is still the caffeine that drives me day and night. Hopefully, one day, you will, too. Whoever decides to forgive my past and make a future to last, I’ll make a promise forever.

I’m here for you, will you be?

-H. Murcia 3/24/2017 8:48PM
Revision: 3/29/2017 11:42PM

👻 💀 Ghost Stories/Ghosts at School sentence starters 💀 👻

A sentence meme for the horror anime so bad, the English dubbing team threw out the script and went buckwild with it.
Change pronouns/phrasing/tense/etc as needed! Be wary of somewhat offensive language.

  • “Lunchtime BJ?”
  • “He/she bitchslapped him/her!”
  • “That hurt my face.”
  • “Maybe you should call Child Murder Weekly.”
  • “Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?”
  • “Someone call Canada, we need Alannis Morissette, stat!”
  • “Now he/she seems partial to beautiful young born-agains, hallelujah!”
  • “Well, lookee there, it seems this time even the ghosts are on your side.”
  • “Thundercats, ho!”
  • “Hello, MILF.”
  • “Look, maybe you should check out Playgirl sometime.”
  • “Ah, shut up, Skeletor!”
  • “Patchouli! What are you, a lesbian?”
  • “Remember, it’s all about the tongue.”
  • “This is no time for smear the queer!”
  • “Ghosts don’t come out in the afternoon–heh, I said ‘come out’.”
  • “There’s nothing to be afraid of, monsters only get evil people like Republicans.”
  • “You’re such brave, strong, handsome men…have you accepted Jesus as your personal saviour?”
  • “I can only hope she/he knew about Jesus.”
  • “Principals always look like lesbians…”
  • “What the fizzity-uck was that?”
  • “Drop the Krispy Kremes, Serpico, we need your help here!”
  • “My BS detector is going ‘ding’!”
  • “You know know what the weird part is? I’m not even high! Not a bit! Totally sober.”
  • “Hope Stephen King never sees this.”
  • “Deadbeat dads are not cool.”
  • “Hello, sinner.”
  • “Jesus saved my ass.”
  • “It’s the chick from The Ring! I–mean…The Grudge!”
  • “Run! She’s a ghost and a bitch!”
  • “Soon it’ll be redder than Republican Texas.”
  • “Time to go home, load up that bong and watch Pokémon!”
  • “Run! Run from yet another Japanese horror movie knock-off!”
  • “Speaking of William Shatner, did you hear he sold his kidney stone for 25 grand?”
  • “Leave me alone, I’m doing my standard anime elbows up pose.”
  • “This is no time for you to be doing your Pilates!”
  • “Don’t fuck with my cat!”
  • “Sweet Jesus, that was scary.”
  • “What a blessed coincidence from the lord, amen.”
  • “Who’s gonna believe us? We missed a whole day of class because of paranormal activity.”
  • “I got beaten up by an apparition of Gloria Steinem.”