i am crying flash is back

"TV shows give me life!"

- I say to myself, rocking back and forth in the corner crying over fictional men. What year is it? Time is a construct. Who am I? What am I? I whisper as I become one with the screen. Farewell reality.

Sound the Alarms: 07

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Ship: Jungkook | Reader ~ Jungkook | Seulgi
Description: You were in love with Jeon Jungkook since you were 14, but made the mistake of introducing him to your best friend at 16. Now you’ve slept with him at 19, and it appears that fate isn’t done screwing you over when it comes to your two best friends.
Warning: Hella Angst, EXTREME Toxicness (don’t read if you can’t handle the abusive side, it gets bad), Sexual Assault, Self-Harm, Mentions of Suicide, Handjob, Blowjob, Violence
Word Count: 4,549

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Fresh Start - Part 6

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring Cisco Ramon, Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen and Thea Queen.

Words: 1412

Warnings: none

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian@gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms  @kindfloweroflove @moonlightbae14 @jade-cheshire

Request: none

Notes: this one takes place in Star City so there will be no Reader-Barry moment but both of them are named of course! 

Originally posted by bazingagubicorn

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That morning Barry tried to call you a thousand times and all of them he was sent to your voicemail. At the beginning he just tried to call you again, but then he started leaving messages, apologising over and over again for leaving you, trying to meet up with you again but you wouldn’t return his calls.

“What’s with you today man? You’re completely off” Cisco asked.

“It’s…” he sighed. “It’s this girl I met at the station” he shrugged looking at his best friend.

“(Y/N)?” He asked. Barry nodded as he leaned against the table. “What happened?”

“I was on a date with her last night when the robbery took place” Barry explained. “I…left her there alone and now she’s not returning my calls or my messages” he said.

“You’re screwed” Cisco chuckled, earning a serious look from his friend. “The second time you meet up with her and the second time you leave her alone. It’s not me talking. It’s the facts” he shrugged.

“I know” Barry sighed as he took his phone out and tried to call you again.

Once again, you didn’t pick up the phone but at least you sent him a quick message saying you were in Star City.

“She left” Barry frowned as he read the text message.

“What?” Cisco asked confused.

“She’s back at Star City” the speedster replied looking at Cisco. “Did I really mess it up that bad?” He frowned.

Cisco sighed looking at his friend, wishing he had an answer that would make him feel better. But he didn’t.

By the time you got to Star City, you went straight to the hospital, not wasting any time. Once you found out in which room your sister was you hurried upstairs to find Felicity waiting at the door.

“Felicity!” You exclaimed running over her.

“(Y/N) what are you doing here?” She asked surprised when she saw you.

“Oliver told me” you replied giving her a quick hug. “What happened? How is she?” You asked.

“She had a…car crash” Felicity frowned. “She will be fine but they had to perform a surgery due to an internal bleeding” she explained.

“Oh god, where’s Oliver?” You asked.

“In there with her, you can go as well” she said rubbing your arm.

“Thanks” you said.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door of the room and walked in quietly. When you looked up, you almost started crying as you saw your sister unconscious on the bed, her hear bandaged and cuts and bruises all over her face and arm. Oliver was seated next to the bed but when he saw you, he got up and walked over you to hug you tight.

“What happened?” You asked hugging him back.

“Car crash” he whispered not letting you go. “Thanks for coming” he added finally pulling away.

“Nothing to thank for” you replied shaking your head before walking to the bed. “Oh my god, Thea…” you teared up. Seeing her up close was even worse.

“It’s not as bad as it looks” Oliver said behind you.

“That’s something I guess” you whispered taking her hand carefully. “Has she been unconscious the whole time?” You asked while Oliver sat down again.

“Yes” he nodded looking at her.

“But she will be ok, won’t she?” You asked.

“Of course” he replied looking at you. “She’s strong. You know she is” he added. With a gulp you nodded your head and looked down at her again.

You two stayed silent just looking at her. Her breathing was constant and her heartbeat was normal as well, but seeing her like this was too much for you. And your phone constantly buzzing with Barry’s calls and messages wasn’t helping at all. You weren’t in the mood to think about him and what he had done at the moment. Thea was more important.

“It looks like someone really wants to talk to you” Oliver commented when you took your phone out after it buzzed for the third time in ten minutes.

“Indeed” you sighed typing and quick text and turning off the phone.

“Who is it?” He asked curious.

“No one important” you replied. The last thing you needed was Oliver taking on his protective brother role.

Back in Central City, Barry felt so guilty. He knew what he had done was so wrong but he never thought you would take it so personally. Of course, he couldn’t blame you. You didn’t know a thing about his double life so for you, all he had done was leaving you alone. But what excuse could he say now? Work again? It wouldn’t work and you didn’t deserve it.

“What am I going to do?” Barry asked.

They were waiting for Caitlin to find out where Black Siren might be to help Gypsy. She had come to this world chasing her after the meta from Earth-2 killed the chief of the police department back in Gypsy’s earth. Meanwhile, Barry couldn’t keep his thoughts away from you.

“Don’t worry, those earbuds I built won’t be affected by the Siren cry” Cisco said.

“I meant about (Y/N)” Barry replied. “It’s not like a can tell her I’m The Flash but every time we’ve been out, something came up. What am I supposed to tell her?”

“I think right now you need to be focused on this, Barry” Cisco advised him. “(Y/N) will be back and you will be able to make it up for her. Right now…we have another problem” he said looking at the screen. Barry nodded and walked to stand next to him and look at the computer.

“You’re right. Sorry” he said looking at Cisco.

“No problem” he smiled and patted Barry’s back. “But she hit you hard huh” he added with a smirk.

“You have no idea” Barry sighed, not really understanding where all those feelings about you came from.

Somehow, Oliver had convinced you to go the cafeteria at the hospital to grab something to eat with Felicity. You didn’t really want to. All you wanted to do was being with Thea and being there when she woke up, but Oliver insisted and you didn’t really have the strength to argue with him.

So there you were, with a sandwich in front of you as you told Felicity about your few days in Central City.

“And who’s the guy?” She smiled.

“What?” You hadn’t said anything about Barry so it kind of confused you that she asked.

“Since you turned on your phone, that thing hasn’t stopped buzzing. I don’t think a friend would be that interested on reaching you. Plus, it says Barry on the screen” she said pointing at the phone.

“I hate you” you laughed putting the phone away. “It’s nothing. He was helping me with an article I had to write” you shrugged. “Then we went on a date and he literally left me there alone so I’m not returning his calls”

“He left?” She frowned.

“Yep” you chuckled. “He got a phone call, went out to talk and never came back in” you shrugged. “Don’t tell Oliver, please. He would freak out if he knew that there is a guy around” you asked her.

“Don’t worry about it. My lips are sealed” she winked at you.

“Thank you” you smiled at her. “You will always be my favourite Oliver’s ex-girlfriend” you smirked.

“Shut up” she laughed.

Your phone buzzed again but you didn’t even look at it since you supposed it was Barry but since it didn’t stop you looked at it and got up. It was Oliver. Thea was awake. Felicity and you hurried upstairs without even finishing your food.

“Thea, thanks god” you said when you walked into the room and saw your sister awake.

“(Y/N) what are you doing here?” She frowned.

“Oliver told me. I wasn’t going to stay at Central City knowing you were here” you told her.

“Oliver’s an idiot” she sighed taking your hand. “But I’m glad you’re here” she smiled a little at you.

“I’m here” Oliver said.

“I know. Still an idiot” Thea smirked making you laugh.

“I’m so glad you’re ok” you sighed squeezing her hand.

“I’m a Queen, of course I am” she winked at you. “But really, you didn’t have to come all the way here” she repeated.

“I’m here and there is nothing you can do to change it” you shrugged.

“You’re so stubborn” she sighed.

“I’m a Queen, of course I am” you smirked.

“Fuck you” she laughed making you laugh as well.

After a while the doctors came in to check on your sister so the rest of you were told to wait outside. Felicity said she had to take care of a few things and, after saying she would be back later, she left, leaving you and Oliver alone.

“How are you?” He asked after you took a seat.

“Better now” you smiled at your brother while he sit next to you. “I’m just happy she’s ok” you added with a shrug.

“Me too” he nodded after letting out a huge breath. “I’m also glad you’re here. We miss you, you know?” he said looking at you.

“And I miss you too. Every single day” you smiled at him.

“How’s college?” He asked leaning against the seat.

“Really interesting!” You told him with a big smile. “I love most of my classes and people is really nice and helpful” you said.

“I’m glad you like it” he smiled. “But I still miss you” he said making you laugh.

“You can visit anytime you want” you shrugged.

“Believe me, I will. Specially to find out who’s that guy that won’t stop calling you” he said pointing at the buzzing phone in your hand.

“Stop that” you laughed throwing the phone in your bag.

Doctor in the House

Fic Request: 
“It is 1:48 AM and I just woke up from a very weird dream. I only remember bits and pieces of it, and basically Anti saved me from Dr. Schneeplestein and its pissing me off bc I know it was really good if a little gorey but I can’t remember it 😠. Could you maybe write something for it? I know your swamped but holy Hell, I can’t recall anything more to save my life and its going to be the death of me…”

Warnings: Blood, knives, mentions of corpses.

Originally posted by booper-dooper

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First Impressions (Part 11)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic) gore/blood mentioned, anger

Word Count: 1389

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

Forever Tags: @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejulesworld @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis  @bubblyanarocks3@thefridgeismybestie@random-fluffy-pink-unicorn @hardcollectionworldtrash @igiveupicantthinkofausername

Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock  @lenawiinchester@the-red-world-of-jess-chibi

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First Impressions Tag: @goodnightwife​​ @spacemarkimoo@masha-meow01@axelinchen @smuoooshie​ @hollycornish @seargantbcky @mellsstark @lyfewithtrish @cinema212


“Is it weird to be nervous?” Hayden asked as he put on his light gray button down, a shirt you had picked out.

“No, not really.”

“I’m just worried because of…the whole Sebastian thing,” he admitted as he started to button it up. You couldn’t help but stare at him in the mirror as you slipped on your dress.

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Her or Me pt 2-Jordie Benn

Requested: Yes | No

Word Count: 1413

Warnings: swearing, reference to sex 



I stared at my phone until it silenced, only for it to start ringing once more.

“Hello?” I ask, hearing fighting on the other end.

“-ssica, give me my fucking phone and get out of my house!”

“No! You’re not picking this bitch over me!”

The phone line goes dead again. Instead of choosing to go through the torture of waiting for another phone call, I silence my phone and leave it on the counter, grabbing the Jack that I bought and sit on my couch.

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To the Four of Us (Part Twenty Five)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.
words: 2,803
warnings: death mentions, abuse mentions, swearing, i think that’s all but pls lemme know if I forgot something!
all chapters: x
tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @angelica-peggy-eliza @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @but-if-you-had-to-choose @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @mynameisalexanderhammyham @panda-powers @lafeyettegunsandships @schokoobananaa @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @aphboi @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @aham-threw-his-shot-away @hesitantcat @nonstopspook @hamrevolution @writethewayout @alexander-did-you-know @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @sun-tree @angelizaandpeggy @isis278 @idk-destiel @engulfedinstars @hamiltrashuniverse @ahrupe @just-me-an-asshole @readfizz @skeletonmelodies @gum-and-chips @iminwaytoomanyfandoms @hadleyelizabethuley @fictionalboyfriends
a/n: ur all gonna hate me lmfao bye

dedication: @sun-tree and @schokoobananaa for being like,,, art regulars??? I llove u both 

A funeral. Suits and ties and not knowing how to feel. Alexander had never been to one before, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to do well. As he buttoned his shirt, he watched John sit down on the hotel bed and aggressively yank on his dress pants.

John had been irritable all morning—snapping at Alexander, Hercules, and Lafayette, and only being minimally polite to George. Everyone treaded lightly; none of them were sure how to approach the situation. Even Alexander didn’t really know how John was feeling. Every time he’d attempted to pull him aside and talk to him, John would brush him off with a scowl. After that, Alexander made the executive decision to give him some space.

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So. I’m litteraly going d o w n with this ship and I can’t sleep and @spideyxchelle blog (check it out is amazing) inspired me so much so here we go.

Spideychelle + trans Peter (don’t get me even start with your transphobic shit, this is an hc ok? I know he’s not canonically trans. You don’t have to read it if you don’t like it) pt. 1


  • Peter is such a soft boy. Like, the kind of good soft boy your parents would like to have for dinner. So pure and precious. (At least apparently)
  • Michelle is not soft.
  • Really, secretly she /is/, but she doesn’t like to show it.
  • Not that she is a bad person or something, but years of people making fun of her made her hide her feelings and softnees
  • So, she just hide. Like. A lot. She doesn’t show pain, but anger. Doesn’t show that she is hurt, but sarcasm and fierceness.
  • At the end, it’s not fun anymore to try to make her cry or piss her off.
  • Now she passes unobserved and she is fine with it.
  • But even if she doesn’t know why, even if she can take everything they say behind her back, she can’t take Peter doing nothing when Flash bullies him.
  • Like, she’s so. Damn. Pissed.
  • But she let it go too because not of her business, and Peter needs to learn to defends himself and she couldn’t care less like it’s Peter damn Parker right who cares right?
  • (Spoiler: she does)
  • However, Flash teases are usually just him throwing tiny paper balls at him, giving him the i-am-gonna-destroy-you-parker face and just being an asshole around him
  • Expect that sometimes he calls him penis Parker and a part of Michelle is really screaming PUNCH HIM out loud in her mind.
  • But she doesn’t, because, come on Parker, just do something already!!!
  • But Peter just takes his shit silently
  • Which makes her even more angry
  • However don’t you dare bullshitting me she feels bad for him when during the penis Parker “joke” she can see his face, because he always seems on the verge of tears
  • Ofc she does know that Peter is trans. Not that he ever came out or something, he always presented himself as Peter and it seems that nobody at school question that.
  • But she knows that Flash knows Peter since they were like 5, and he’s the only one being an asshole about that and even if most of the kids find the “penis Parker” jokes just a stupid thing because the sounds of the words are similar, Peter seems to be a bit too sensitive about it.
  • And it doesn’t take long to her to understand. I mean, she’s clever /and/ very observant (especially when it comes to Peter parker)
  • So after she joins the decathlon team and she starts sharing moments with him is easy to connect the dots and find out.
  • But she never mentions it because she couldn’t care less like ok so what he’s still the soft cute boy he has always been (DID SHE JUST CALL HIM CUTE?! SHIT)
  • She’s a bit sensitive to the subject: she is an activist, she is a feminist, and she is a black queer woman. Of course she is touchy about it.
  • And like, trans community has to take so much shit from the people outside the LGBT+ community and the community itself, it’s so damn unfair.
  • Like, they are people, actually human beings, suffering and being discriminated every damn day.
  • No wonder she doesn’t like Flash
  • Also we are talking about Peter and this makes her even angrier
  • Not that she likes him, let’s be clear (spoiler: she does)
  • Until one day Flash crosses the line. He’s been Peter schoolmate for years and so he knows his deadname
  • And he uses it. And Michelle know it is his deadname because actually Peter gets so pale and he stops himself right where he is in the middle of the hallway and he looks totally like he’s gonna have a panic attack.
  • And he’s crying. Actually /crying/. Well it’s just a single tear but fuck he’s CRYING
  • And Flash is laughing.
  • And she can’t take it anymore.
  • She gets up and just thrown her shoes to him, before pushing him back with a loud “You are disgusting!” Coming out from her lips.
  • He just looks at her like “what the shit Jones?!”
  • “Shut up, idiot!” and she is like touching Peter’s shoulder so gently “are you ok Parker?”
  • And Flash is just… An idiot.
  • “there she is, Michelle Jones herself, coming to rescue her girlfriend”
  • And she just punches him. Like… Litteraly crushing her fist against his face.
  • And it’s damn satisfying if she has to be honest.
  • “I said, SHUT UP, you and your stupid gross ass”
  • And then she just takes Peter by his hand, running before finnally pushing him into an empty classrooms
  • So Peter looks at her and he looks shocked and kinda horrified and… in admiration?
  • “you…you just…punched him” “yes. I did”
  • And they just stay there for like a minute and it seems like he’s trying so hard to not makes a fool of himself in front of her
  • And that just breaks her heart so she is like “let go Parker. It’s fine. I’m not gonna tease you if you cry. Boys can cry, you know”
  • and he just collapses. He crumbles in front of her, crying, big tears coming down his cheeks and sobbing
  • First thought “shit I fucked up. What am I suppose to do now shit” second thought “…what the hell?!” Because he’s hugging her in such a desperate way and she just….
  • Goes soft. And hugs him back.
  • After five minutes of it’s fine Parker come on it’s ok now sch you’re fine and rubbing his back gently he stops and steps back
  • “sorry. Thanks Michelle. I’m so so-” “cut it off. It’s ok. It’s not your fault if he’s an idiot, Peter”
  • AND OMG she just called him PETER and not PARKER
  • “anyway. Thanks. For… Everything”
  • And she smiles and his heart goes like /crazy/ in his chest
  • But then she crosses her arms and she looks at him raising an eyebrow “why do you let him tease you. Damnit Peter, just say to him to shut the fuck up!”
  • “I… Don’t want any trouble” “well, duh, it’s not really working”
  • And he just looks so mortified and his fingers are tormenting the hem of his shirt and he’s looking at his shoes
  • “Peter. Look at me. Why? You don’t deserve to be treated like that!”
  • And he’s sobbing quietly again
  • “because… He knows. He knows…a thing…and… I’m afraid he’ll tell everyone and I don’t…want to”
  • And MJ is like “what does he know? Have you killed someone, Parker?”
  • She’s a bit sarcastic but that makes him chuckle a little and he’s so. Damn. Cute. Damnit.
  • And finnally he takes a deep breath and he looks at her and just “I’m… I’m trans”
  • Like what the shiiiit Peter he didn’t meant to tell her just like that, he and his stupid mouth and brain and emotions and
  • She raise an eyebrow again “I know”
  • WHAT THE SHIT MJ???? is he so obvious? Doesn’t he look like a boy? Shit shit shit. He’s panicking now.
  • “how do you…” “I’m very observant”
  • And then she touch his hand gently “Peter, don’t worry. It’s not obvious or something. I’m just…” And she stops because what can she says? I am good at observing you? Very interested in your life? Creepy. But he’s breathing again so it’s fine anyway. Better don’t mess up.
  • “I’m queer, by the way. Like… Not straight” she just says that, like ok he’s been honest with her so why not at least they can be queer together can’t they?
  • And she needed something to say lol
  • He just looks at her “thanks for telling me”
  • She smiles. Actually smiles. A tiny smile. But it /is/ a smile and daaaaaaaamn she looks so cute.
  • But better not tell her I mean she is being kind with him and he doesn’t want her to go away and anyway it’s not like he likes like MJ lol nope totally not
  • “Pride is next week. Want to join?” She asks him, opening to the door
  • And damn she could totally be more soft with him if this means seeing that light in his eyes
  • “Yeah, sure” “cool. See you later”
  • And then just like that they start to be really friends, not the we are friend but we are not they’ve always been, and maybe, maybe this can be the beginning of something.
  • (Spoiler: it is)

Feel free to send me prompt or request I’m really into this fandom, ask me whatever you want I need to write about Peter and the others so damn much.

Anon Summary: In which the Reader holds ill feelings towards Leonard but is force to work with him until the Reader is kidnapped. Will Snart be able to find the Reader in time? What kind of fate awaits our Reader?

Anon request: Hiya!Reader and Snart are sworn enemies.But some reason they have to become a team.On the mission a psycho man kidnapps,strips and chains her to bed.When he was about to rape her Snart saves her because he loves her.Lots of smut pls.I❤your writing.

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, creepy psycho and attempted rape.

Note: This story is in no way, shape, or form trying to glamour rape and this blog does NOT support rape. Thanks for reading.


It was suppose to be a easy mission. You and Barry were suppose to just catch a metahuman that has been trying to destroy the city but Zoom shows up, knocking you on to the ground and breaking Barry’s spine.

“Barry!” You call out in a panic as you watch your partner fall to the ground, not being able to move. Zoom soon press his foot down right out Barry’s spine, causing him to cry out in pain.

“Let this be a warning little fish, I am the fastest man alive. Not you’re precious savior Flash.” Zoom presses down harder on to Barry’s back, making him scream louder.

“Stop it!!” You yell, getting up and charging at him but before you can reach Zoom, he’s already picking you up by your throat. “The League is coming little fish. Be ready.” And with that, Zoom drops you and speeds off. Literally. You stare in the distance in fear of Zoom coming back but the sounds of Barry’s painful coughs brings your back. You quickly come over to him as he coughs up his own blood.

“Hang in there Barr. It’s going to be alright.” You say before getting a hold of Cisco and Caitlin. “Guys, you have to hurry down here quickly, Barry’s hurt.”  It does take long before Cisco comes in the S.T.A.R. labs van, helping you with Barry. You guys make it back to the lab just in time to get Barry checked out by Caitlin, “Well, his spine is broken but since he heals fast, he’ll be back on his feet in no time.”

“Barry’s out cold and that metahuman is still out there.” Cisco says while you come back in the room from keeping an eye on Barry.

“Did somebody say cold?” You, Caitlin, and Cisco turn towards the doorway and see none other then Leonard Snart a.k.a Captain Cold leaning against the door frame.

“Okay, we really need to get better security on them doors.” Cisco mumbles.

“What are you doing here Snart?” You ask in a harsh tone as Snart walks in, his hands in the pockets of his blue parka.

“I’m here for the kid.” He states, looking around. “And why is that?” You ask again. Snart looks you up and down before responding. “Barry owes me a favor and I came here to maked uses of that.” Snart says.

You cross your arms under your chest. “Barry won’t be doing any favors for a while, so you should come back another time.”

Snart shrugs a shoulder. “Can’t do that.”

“And why not?” You ask.

He shrugs again. “Don’t want to.”

“Barry’s been hurt Snart.” Caitlin steps in, noticing the annoyed look on your face. “Pretty badly actually, so Barry’s going to be spending his time healing.”
Snart’s silent for a moment, thinking about what he’s going to do next. “Fine then. You, girl with the sour face. You’ll have to take care of it then.” He points at you.

“And what makes you think I’ll help you?” You ask, feeling your fists balling up.

Snart looks at you. “Because, while the kid’s away you’re the second one in charge around here.” “Well, I wouldn’t call her second in charge but..” Cisco mumbles but Snart keeps going. “And whatever mess Barry makes, you guys clean it up. And guess what, the kid made a mess.” Leonard says.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, counting to ten while you do before speaking. “And what mess is that Snart?”

Leonard starts walking around a little, looking around. He’s been in S.T.A.R. labs plenty of times but every time he comes in, he always checks his surroundings.

“Barry was suppose to be taking care of some..what do you call them? Metahumans?” He ask before turning and looking back at you. “But he didn’t, now some freak is roaming around and that’s bad for business.”

“You mean the business where you steal from people and do bad things for money?” You state but Snart just smirks. “No need to hang yourself up on the negatives.” He says, making you roll your eyes.

“Look, Barry’s out of it. If you just give him a couple of days then you can come back.” You state, looking at Snart.

Snart takes a deep breath before speaks. “You’re right. I’ll be around in a few days then.” He turns on his heels but once he reaches the doorway he comes back around. “Actually, if I do recall, I remember helping you out a couple of weeks ago.” He states, looking over at you with a smirk. “I think it’s time for you to repay your debt.”

You stare at Leonard Snart in shock for moment before thinking back to a few weeks earlier where you were on a solo mission because Barry had to help out team Arrow. There was a metahuman that could freeze his surrounding and with your powers to control water, it didn’t help that every time you tried to fire he’ll just freeze your attacks. Just when you thought all hope was lost, Snart steps in from out of nowhere. Ice vs ice, the fight seemed to drag out but it wasn’t until you and Snart combined your attack were you able to finally take the metahuman down.

You watch as Cisco and Caitlin put the metahuman in the pipeline when Snart comes up behind you. “Looks like you owe me one kid.” He says.

You look up at him with smirk. “Do I now? Because I could of sworn I helped you out too.”

Leonard cocks his head back before speaking. “Tell you what, why don’t we go out for some drinks to celebrate?”

You can’t help but smile. “I could go for a drink. But just one.”

When both you and Snart show up at Saints and Sinners, you expect just one drink but Snart orders a round of shots for you two and you couldn’t say no to the look on his face. He looked relaxed and stress free. You soon start taking shots after shots until you were a giggly bubbly mess. The bar did start to get crowed, causing you and Leonard at the bar top to talk closely. Even though he doesn’t say much in general, he was in a mood to talk and to you of all people. It wasn’t until you both leaned into each other on accident that your lips brushed up against one another. You both pulled back a bit quickly, staring at each other in surprise but neither of you moving. You soon felt one of his hands caressing against your cheek before pulling you back in and kissing you passionately on the lips.

It didn’t take long before you were both out of the bar and in a cab back to your place and once you got there, things started to heat up. Leonard had you out of your clothes in a matter of seconds and setting you on top of your kitchen table, you legs spread out and on his shoulders. He stripped off his parka and shirt before getting down on his knees, his lips kissing and nibbling on your inner thighs.

You moaned, know that it’s wrong to be hooking up with a criminal like Leonard Snart but you both knew that it was no going back after this.
Soon enough, he started devouring your pussy, causing you to cry out in pleasure. His lips sucking and nibbling over your swollen clit while he started to finger fuck you. You cry out loudly when you came, his name on your lips while your body shook in pleasure. Snart soon picks you up and carries you to your bedroom where he lays you down before he strips off the rest of his clothes, leaving himself naked and in full glory. You weren’t surprised when you saw Leonard’s full size, he had the whole package.

You were to busy admiring his size that you didn’t notice your hand stroking his member until you heard his deep moan. “I want you Lenny.” You whisper as you felt his lips on your neck.

“I want you too baby.” He whispered back as he slowly slides his thick hard member between your wet folds, stretching you to fit his size. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him in closer as he starts to thrust his hips in and out of you harder and harder, his roughness only turns you on even more.

Between your loud moans and his growling, you knew you’re next door neighbors were going to complain but you didn’t care because at this very moment, you were having the best sex of your life. It wasn’t until your nails were digging hard in his back and his hard thrusting that you were both cumming. Hard.

After a few moments of catching your breath and soft kisses, Leonard pulls himself out of you and lays back down on your side. You bite down on your lip to keep yourself from grinning from ear to ear. You look over at Leonard, seeing him laying back with his eyes closed and for a moment you think that he’s asleep.

You sit up slowly, about to get out of bed to change when you felt a hand on your arm stopping you. You turn to Snart, seeing him staring at you intensely.
You sigh, already having a feeling what he’s going to say.

“Lenny..” but he cuts you off. “Don’t. Just lay next to me.” He says, his voice deep and serious. You look at him in confusion before he speaks again. “Don’t think Y/N, just do what you feel is right.” He lets go of your arm before laying back and closing his eyes again. You stare at him for a moment, slowly taking in his appearance up close, notice how his brows furrow, even when he is laying back he’s still thinking. Or the faint laugh lines on his face.

You can help but smile a little while admiring him. “If you’re going to sleep naked, at let cover yourself up.” You say softly with a hint of humor while you bring your blankets over the two of you.

Leonard shrugs. “I like sleeping naked. Plus, it’s not like you didn’t just see all of me just a few minutes ago.” He says with a smirk on his face while he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side.

You can’t help but blush at the thought of Leonard Snart going home every night and sleeping out in the nude. “Oh shut up.” You say softly, laying your head down on his chest as you hear him chuckling a little, his finger tips messaging your head helps you fall asleep quickly.

It didn’t feel like you wete asleep for long until your alarm clock go off on your phone, waking you up so you reach over to shut it off you soon realized that you in your bed alone. You get out of bed quickly, changing into one of your S.T.A.R. lab t-shirts and shorts to go look around for Leonard.

“Lenny?” You call out, walking into your living room and kitchen. You phone vibrates with a text from Barry that he’s back in town and to meet him at S.T.A.R. labs. You quickly shower and change, expecting to Snart to be there when you got out but your heart sank when you finally realized that Leonard Snart left and he wasn’t coming back.

That was over two weeks ago and now here you are, on a mission with the same man who used you for sex. Snart was going over the plan when he noticed you zoning out.
“Y/N, do I need to go over the plan. Again?” He ask, you can hear the annoyance in his voice and it only pisses you off even more.

“No, I don’t care about your plan. In fact, I can take this metahuman on by myself actually so you are not needed.” You state, grabbing your gear to head out.

Before you could head out, Snart grabs your arm, stopping you. “We need a plan to stop this guy Y/N.” He states firmly but you don’t listen.

You pull your arm away quickly from his grip. “We..” you point between both you and Snart. “Don’t need anything. Like I said, I can take this guy on myself without your help so just stay out of my way.” You shove passed Snart and quickly turn to rush out of S.T.A.R. labs, both Cisco and Caitlin calling out to you.

Out on your own, you quickly find out where the metahuman from earlier is hiding out at. Before Zoom came in, you and Barry were easily handling the meta. ‘This will be a piece of cake..’ You think to yourself but soon you feel a pain on the back of your head before your vision went black.

When you finally came too, a bright light on the ceiling disturbs your vision before you’re able to focus on your surrounds. When you try to move your hand to your pounding head, you find it chained to a rail above your head.

“What the hell!?” You test your legs, finding them chained up as well. You start to struggling, using your powers to try and break through but they don’t break and soon, the sound of a door opening stops you.

“Oh, you’re awake.” You hear a polite voice speaking. You turn you’re you head towards the voice before seeing a tall middle-age with thick framed glasses comes into view.

“Who are you?” You ask weakly, you vision still a little blurry from being knocked out. The man walls over towards you before sitting down at the end of the bed.

“You’re at my home.” He states calmly, not answering your question while he gestures around the room and you follow. Noticing the dark red painted walls and vintage style painted hanging from it. You also noticed to your left side large tanks with lizards inside them and their heat lamps.

'No wonder is was so hot in here..’ You think to yourself.

“I’m sorry, I’m being extremely rude here. My name is-”

“Lizard man.” You say, looking at the metahuman you and Barry were fighting earlier which is the name Cisco gave to you two. The man pauses for a second, as if he’s processioning what you said.

“You know, that’s what they used to call me back in college.” He says in a low tone. “All my peers, laughing at me.” He soon gets up from the bed and head back over to the door and opening it. You hear to other voices from where you’re staying at before he comes back, locking the door behind him. He comes back over and sits back down. “I used to hate when they called me that.” He starts again. “I don’t know why. My lizards, they’re like my family.”

You look at him as if he’s grown two heads. 'This guy can’t be serious..’
“I don’t know which one is worse. Your own family calling you a freak or the guys bullying and torturing you.” He stops, thinking. “Or the girls. I think they were the worst. Always laughing at me..” He clenches his jaw. “Yeah, they were the worst, laughing at me , setting me up only to play me in the end for their own amusement. But now that I got this power, they’re not laughing now.” He lets out a dark chuckle before turning his attention towards you.

You didn’t notice it before but it wasn’t until you felt his cold hand on your thigh that were naked. You struggle against the chains, trying to move away from him. “They’re not laughing now..” He mumbles as he continues caressing your naked skin.

“When we fought earlier, I knew you different from all those other girls from my past.” He says, a faint blush on his cheeks. “Even before then we I bumped into you. Instead of being mean, you helped me up. It was your smile..” He whispers, moving up on the bed until you were face to face. “And your scent.” He soon leans in, smelling your hair. “You were so nice to me, Y/N.”

His hands soon start moving over your body slowly, “but I was so nervous and scared to talk to you that I had to follow you. I’m sorry.” He whispers in your ear, causing you to shake in discomfort. “And then I saw that you were just like me. You had powers to, just like me and I just knew that you were the one and the only way I knew you would talk to me is if I got your attention-”

“So you blew up a park!?” You ask, still struggling against your restrains. “There were innocent people there!”

“I know and I was going to apologize but your friend, the Flash came attacking me.” He says. “I’m just as upset as you are. All I wanted to do was talk to you..”

“And you thought kidnapping and chaining me to a bed was a good idea?” You narrow your eyes at him but he shakes his head. “I know you’re upset.” He soon gets off the bed and start stripping out of his clothes. Once he’s down, he lays down next to you, stroking your face while you try to struggle harder.

“I know you’re upset Y/N, but I’ll make it up to you..” He whispers and you feel his lips kissing on your cheek and over your face before moving down to your neck. You struggle harder but the more you do, the more turned on he seems to get. 'I don’t have enough energy to fight back against this creep..’ You think to yourself, feeling your own tears starting to well up in your eyes, feeling helpless. 'Please..anyone..help me..’

Just as he grabs your face you both hear the sounds of gun shots outside the room. He quickly lets go of your face and gets off you. Soon the gun fire stops and stands up confused. “Anthony? Jefferson?” He calls out and you assume he’s calling out to his bodyguards from outside the room. While his back is turned you try getting out of the chains he trapped you in, not noticing the door freezing to the point that it breaks, knocking into Lizard man. The loud crash brings your attention to the noise and you see Mick Roy and Weather Wizard walking in.

“Mick?” You look at him in surprise as he spots you.

“Y/N. Captain, she’s in here!” He calls back over his shoulder and soon enough, Leonard Snart walks in and seeings you chained up on the bed, naked. He makes his way over to you. “Y/N, are you alright?” He ask.

Your eyes start to well up with tears again before shaking your head. “Just get me out of these things.” You say, your voice shaking as the emotions of the situation start to hit you.

Snart doesn’t say anything else as he looks around him before spotting and grabbing the key to get you out. Once you’re let free, you throw your arms around Leonard before he hugs you back. He takes off his parka and puts it around you before picking you up bridal style to carry you out of the room.

“What about Lizard man?” You ask, watching Mick and Weather grabbing him. “Are you going to take him back to S.T.A.R. labs?” You ask.

Snart shakes his head. “Well handle him the rogue way.” He replies. You look up at him for a moment before leaning your head on his chest and closing your eyes. Snart takes you back to place, this being the first time ever being there.

He looks over your wounds and cleaning them for you, letting you shower alone which is where you cry not only for yourself but for all the other girls Lizard man probably hurt. Once you’re done with your shower, you step out, seeing a pair of fresh clothes left out for you and you change into the long sleeve black shirt and grey boxers, his clothes fitting big on you.

You walk out of the bathroom and find Snart sitting on the couch in the living room. You look around, noticing a lot of fine art hanging on the wall and the nice decor in the room. As if sensing you, Leonard stands up, looking at you. “How are you feeling?”

You shrug your shoulders, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Could be worst.” You reply. “Thanks for the clothes.” You give him a small smile as he comes over to you.

Leonard grabs a hold of you and gently pulls you into a hug. “Don’t ever go out on your own again.” He says and you stand there in shock for a second, wanting to enjoy this moment with him but all you can think about is when he used you.

“Don’t talk like you actually care about me..” You say. Leonard pulls back from you a bit, his hands placed on your shoulders as he stares at you confused.

You smile sadly to yourself. “Don’t play dumb with me Snart. You know what I’m talking about.” You say, looking away.

Leonard looks at you for a moment before sighing, rubbing a hand over his face. “Y/N, that was an accident.”

You shake you’re head. “It’s fine Snart, you don’t have to explain anything to me.”

“No, Y/N that’s not what I meant. What I meant was…I’m a criminal. I do bad things to people. I hurt people Y/N.” He states boldly, causing you to look up at him. “I’m afraid my actions are going to hurt the people I love and if tonight taught me anything it’s that I don’t want you to get hurt Y/N.” He says, his hand coming to the side of your face, feeling his thumb brush against your cheek. “You’re too good for me. To important for me to ruin your life.”

You’re silent for a moment before speaking, “but that shouldn’t be an excuse for you to just leave me like that.” You say, feeling your heart beating fast that you were sure he can hear it.

“Would you have honestly been happy if I stayed? Knowing that your friends would of found out?” He ask and for a while you’re stuck. What would of happen if he was there when you woke up that morning? Knowing yourself, you would of freaked out because you slept with Leonard Snart, the only enemy that team Flash can’t seem to get rid of and if they would of found out, things would of been bad. But still..

“I don’t care what other people think.” You state. “Over a year ago I would of cared but after having my whole world turned upside down, wondering about what people say or think is the last thing on my mind.” You look up at Snart, seeing him smirk before leaning up, pressing his lips against your gently.

“You sure about this, because once you’re with me it’s going to be hard to get rid of me.” He says and you can’t help but smile.

“Trust me, I’ve been trying for a year. I think I’m getting used to it.” You says back before kissing Leonard Snart again, and this time, you’re not shit drunk or full of regrets.


Before I get started, I’d just like to say… *runs quickly before ducking under a desk* Please don’t stone me. I promise, I’ll do better in the next one I swear it!!

This Ends Tonight Part 2

Ivar x oc

Warnings: mild dubcon


part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

Patience 1.1

Pillow talk

Pushing buttons

Bedroom Convesations: Fly on the Wall - Ivar’s Yes Girl

“Here we go again.” she hissed through gritted teeth. Setting her jaw in annoyance and determination, she violently jerked herself from his stong hold, sitting bolt upright on their pallet bed. She turned and glared at him, her nostrils flaring in her attempt to remain calm. He just lay there, propping himself up on one elbow, shooting her an equally withering look.

“Yes wife, indeed. Here were find ourselves again.” he countered. “Our nightly game of chess, if you will.” he mused on, a smug little grin creeping onto his lips. “Except unluckily for you, wife, I have grown tired of letting you win.”

She scoffed at him. A snarl curling into her lip. Before she could retort, his hand shot out and enclosed her wrist in a crushing grip, he roughly wretched her halfway across the bed before rolling his body atop hers,
overwhelming her with his sheer size and weight.

He moved so fast, she had no time to think or react. He had never manhandled her quite like this before. Momentary panic giving way to a traitorous warmth that began to build in between her legs.

“I have been going much too easy on you…wife.” he hissed in her ear. The last word was drawn out and punctuated with venom.

“Urghhh!” she grunted and writhed about underneath him in a futile attempt to free herself. It was useless, despite the affliction with his legs, his upper body was solid as a rock, he had her caged. He was too strong. His arms were wrapped around her body in a vice grip, his breathing was erratic, his mouth sucking greedily at her neck, trying to mark her surely. She could feel his hardness pressing into belly. She continued to struggle and spit curses under her breath.

“Ivar! You’re suffocating me.” she pleaded, finally managing to slip her arms up in between their bodies and push at his chest. It was like pushing against a solid brick wall.

Growing tired of his onslaught, she tried and failed to headbutt him in a last ditch effort to end it. He was too fast. Her bold action only seemed feed his lust. He merely laughed, bucking into her with his hips and ravishing her neck and with even more teeth and more fervor. She attempted to knee him in the groin. This time her bold action was answered with a sharp bite to the soft flesh atop her breast. She couldn’t stop the pained yelp from escaping. To her dismay, the yelp was followed by an involuntary whimper.

He groaned into her flesh. Laving the affected area lovingly with his tongue, he gazed up at her through dark lashes. Not a trace of blue remaining visible, his pupils were blown out wide, his eyes now dark and filled with a look so bordering on animalistic, she felt in that moment she had lost the game. She might as well just give up and give in.

She wasn’t in the mood, she hadn’t been since their wedding night when he had unceremoniously pushed her on to the pallet bed, pulled her shift up over her hips and proceeded to rutting into her like an absolute animal. He had collapsed and fallen asleep fully clothed, breeches pushed down to mid thigh, cock laying flaccid on his stomach. He’d left her alone and curled up in the fetal position on their wedding night, body bruised, maidens blood still trickling down her leg. She had endured all that from her husband on their wedding night and he hadn’t even managed to spill his seed in her. She didn’t sleep at all that night. Ivar never stirred. He didn’t hear her quiet whimpers that night nor did he see her tear stained cheeks. She vowed that night, that she would never let that bastard see her cry. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Defeated for now, she ceased her struggling. She let out the breath she didn’t know she had been holding and let her body go loose, sinking down into the furs. Feeling her body go slack with surrender, he lessened his hold on her and eased back a little. Supporting himself with his arms, he gazed down upon her questioningly. Thinking she had seen a flash of vulnerability there, she tentatively reached up and ran the palm of her hand along his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.

“I am too exhausted to play anymore tonight, so you win Ivar. Ok? You win. Just get on with it so we can both get some sleep.” she breathed with quiet exasperation, withdrawing her hand and rolling her head to the side, avoiding his gaze.

Ivar rolled over and threw himself back on the furs. A fleeting growl left his lips, followed by a heavy sigh of frustration. He made a big show of tossing about a few times, loudly wrestling with the covers and kicking his feet as best as he could, considering. Huffing and grumbling under his breath. Finally settling in under the blankets, he glared at her over his shoulder.

“I don’t need you to let me win anything, woman. We will call it a stalemate tonight, seeing as you don’t seem to know how to play by the rules.”

Originally posted by historyvikings


“Master, I would like for you to meet our newest addition to the staff. May I present to you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

The impressively tall, raven-haired butler stood beside you as the bluenette young man seated at the desk before you drew his gaze up from the papers he was perusing.

His expression upon seeing you seemed interesting, albeit a bit confusing. His lips turned up in an amused half smile as his single, bright blue eye narrowed over your frame.

“Hello there, (Y/N). It’s nice to make your acquaintance. I hope you’ll find your employment here enjoyable.”

“Thank you, Master. I’m sure that I will.”

Curtsying politely, you smiled shyly at the strikingly handsome young earl, who kept his eye on you until Sebastian spoke again.

“I’ll show you to your quarters now, miss. If you please?”

“Good night, (Y/N). I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

The smile on his face was kind, but intrigue hid somewhere deep in his cerulean gaze and it caused your cheeks to flush a fair shade of pink.

“Good night, my lord.”

Sebastian led you out of the grandiose study and you were anxious to follow him through the doorway.

After somewhat of a trek, you finally came to your room, which was tucked away in the upper west corner of the mansion, along with all the other servants’. Sebastian swung open the door, allowing you to walk inside and look around the pale blue color-schemed room. It was simple, but still elegant. The art adorning the walls and the lavish furniture were no doubt expensive. It was a far cry from what you were accustomed to.

“I hope you’ll find your lodging comfortable. Chores begin at 7 am, so please be prepared for work at such time and be sure to rest well. Is there anything else you require before I leave you?”

“No, thank you so much, Sebastian.”

“Of course, (Y/N). Good night.”

“Good night.”

You smiled as he took his leave, shutting the door behind him after flashing you his own trademark, closed eyes smile.

With a long sigh, you allowed yourself to fall back on the bed as you kicked off your shoes. It was so soft and comfortably, it didn’t take long for you to curl up and drift off to sleep.

You awoke with a start in the morning, lunging out of bed, still clothed as having neglected to change the night before. Frantically, you darted to the window to see how far the sun had risen.

It was still mostly dark and you breathed a sigh of relief as you laid back in bed. Ciel’s words from the evening before crept their way into your mind, causing you to blush again.

‘I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.’

You bit your lip, trying to contain your girlish excitement. He was your employer; those sort of feelings were unmentionable, but he was still so attractive.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you decided to get dressed for the day ahead. In minutes, you were ready to go, but there was still a bit of time left until you had to be working. Feeling curious, you wandered out into the hall, running in to Sebastian on the way, who smiled at you kindly.

“Ah, I see you’re up early. I’m glad you are, actually. The young Master has requested that you bring him his tea this morning. If you would, please follow me to the kitchen, so that I can show you how to prepare it to his liking.”


Knots went to work tying themselves up in your stomach and the nerves settled in. You did your best not to let your hand shake as you placed the tea set on the serving tray, while Sebastian took you through the very thorough protocol for making the young lord’s morning tea.

“All right, he’ll be expecting you, so go on ahead. I’ll be tending to chores in the library, should you need anything.”

And with that, you were on your own.

Nerves still rattling your mind, you pushed the cart to the door of Ciel’s study, knocking quietly.

Ciel smiled to himself upon hearing the sound of your arrival.

“Come in.”

Today I am assigned a new patient. I’m never given much information. A name, an address, a DOB. I’m never told what they are dying of. It’s usually some type of cancer.

The facility is in a rough part of town. A row of section eight housing and a lot of old abandoned boarded up apartment buildings. A few squatters scattered around. An old man with a rusty Toyota pickup full of scrap metal stands on a cinderblock poking around in a dumpster with a stick. One apartment has a courtyard where three young black men wait outside the gate on the corner. A kid rides up on a bicycle with a backpack and hands it to one of them. One man brings it the courtyard. I don’t stare so I don’t see which door he goes in. One of the other guys is rubbing the kid’s head and playing with him. They’re both laughing.

I pull into a driveway in front of a vacant double lot. A tall palm tree preaches to a choir of tall grass. The rehab center is across the street. Two one-story buildings connected in the middle by a screened-in porch. A big white metal fence all around the building is locked up tight. I push the doorbell and stand in the blazing sun. After a few minutes I push the button again. A small bead of sweat slowly runs down the center of my back.

An older black man sticks his head out a side door. He waves me over, eyeing my badge. He just happened to be leaving. I thank him and duck inside the door.

It’s dark inside and smells like urine and liniment. While my eyes adjust the hallway glows ghost like, painted industrial pink. Down the hall past several doors is a blaring TV room where several old people are rotting away on chairs and couches. The TV is a big piece of furniture that looks about 40 years old. The picture is all blown out orange white. A glowing Jerry Springer is smiling, head cocked, while a woman screams at a jeering audience. 

I make my way across the room and an old woman by the door holds out her hand to me, smiling. I take her hand and she tries to bite me. I chuckle, “You almost got me.” She snaps her teeth at me, still smiling. “I know who you are,” she sings in a southern lilt. I hold up my hands and she points her fingers at me like six-guns and shoots me several times. The TV audience is roaring with laughter as I play along, writhing in agony while I make my way to the office. Oops! It’s just a tiny bathroom with an old woman on the toilet, shaking her head at the floor. I eventually find the office in the other building across the porch, side stepping several snoozing old falling apart people in the process.

The Haitian nurse directs me to my patients room at the end of the hall. I peek in and see him fully dressed, curled up in the fetal position on a little twin bed. He sits up then stands to shake my hand. He looks like any 65 year old white man. I tell him I’m his friend and I’ll be stopping by on Wednesdays to visit. He nods and sits back down on his bed. I sit down on the twin bed opposite. On the wall around his bed are several dozen pictures from a coloring book. We sit for a bit. When I look at him, he’s smiles, embarrassed. He’s a 65 year old little boy dying of cancer. But he doesn’t know that yet. Luckily, I don’t have to be the one to tell him.
We look at his coloring book pictures and a few photographs. I ask him who the people are and he explains. He thinks he’s only 40 and he’s been here for just a month. The nurse said he’s been here for 3 years. Before that he was in another place she worked at for 5 years.

Another man walks in the room and I realize it’s my patient’s roommate. I’m sitting on his bed. We excuse ourselves and go sit in a the empty TV room on his side of the building. I tell him I’m there to hang out and maybe play some games or just go for a walk and talk with him. I ask him if he needs anything. He looks at the floor and thinks for a good while.
“Do you have 50 cents?”
He wants a can of soda.

This reminds me of the book, The Three Christs of Ypsilanti. A researcher took three men who lived in separate mental hospitals who all thought they were Christ and had them live together and interact. Each Christ thought the others were blasphemers. They would argue about who was holier, sometimes to the point of violence. Eventually, they each explained the others away as robots or delusional patients from a mental hospital. The researcher who wrote the book later apologized for playing God.

Anyway, one of the Christs would steal sugar from the kitchen and go around to other patients, doling it out like a holy sacrament of sweetness.
This makes me cry a little inside when I buy the dying old boy a can of soda. We talk about football. Johnny Unitas is his favorite player.

On the way home I am overcome by a peculiar clarity, as I often am when I spend time with the dying. I drive slowly and watch the world zoom around me. Traffic is backed up and, being in no hurry, I decide to turn down a side street. I am confronted by a cop car and flashing lights. A few cops are in the road, kneeling behind their cruisers with assault rifles pointing at a bank. This is probably the fifth or sixth time in my twelve years in Florida that I’ve run into cops with assault weapons drawn. I just shrug and keep moving.

Closer to home I pull into the grocery store. Before I can get out of the car. The Florida sky opens up in buckets. Then thunder and lighting. I sit in my car listening to sports talk radio watching the palm trees bend and sway about, their fronds thrashing. I imagine the cops and robbers and the black guys on the corner, the lonely old dying people. I think of us all standing in the rain, like some kind of baptism. We are smiling and laughing, maybe getting ready to sit down and break bread together.

Torn – Part 1

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A/N: OKay hey! This is my first long fic with several parts, but I have a loooong idea and I’m kinda satisfied with the base I have so far. I hope you enjoy! NOTE! When I first wrote this, I tried to make it gender neutral, but it restrained a lot of the story line, so I’m just stating now that it is from a female perspective! (Hope that’s okay for most)

Summary: After your breakup with Seokwoo, you get the help of Taeyang to forget about him. The feelings are still there though, making you torn between a sweet ex and a passionate boyfriend.

Word count: 1,2k

Y/N = Your Name

Y/F/N = Your (best) friend’s name

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Where one door closes, another one opens – Prologue

“I’m done, I’m fucking done! I can’t take this anymore!” You yelled as you fled the room. You were almost out the front door when you heard his voice one last time on this long day:

“Great, cause I’m fucking done with you too!” This was the last one of three executive fights in only a week. The week before that there had been two, then one the week even earlier. None of you managed to handle the stress you were under at the same time, and now it ended in a breakup. Six months, it had been six months of a great relationship – October to April. Now it had all fallen apart in three weeks.

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Charms and Observations 

pairing: joshua x female love interest (ib: @hansolmates for that) 

summary: in which Joshua is stressful bundle of cute + Jeonghan and Wonwoo just aren’t the right people to study with 

genre: fluff // Hogwarts au! 

word count: 1.6k 

“C’mon, you have to come with us!”.

 “Joshua you have to come!”

 The Gryffindor common room was strangely quiet at this time, the sun just beginning to break through the clouds and the embers of the night before sat idly in the grate. Joshua was squashed comically between two sofa cushions, his usually styled hair flat across his forehead. His two friends sat almost opposite, still in their pyjamas. Mingyu adorned a pair of rounded glasses (he guessed they belonged to Wonwoo) and Seungcheol had a knit scarf around his neck, seemingly something he had pulled on in the cold confines on the dormitory. Sighing heavily, he replied, “I can’t”. 

This issued a sad response from the two males, who huffed loudly. It wasn’t that Joshua didn’t want to attend Hogsmeade; he’d do anything for a hearty mug of butter beer at that moment. But exam prep was killing him, and quite honestly he feared for what would happen if he left the grounds of Hogwarts, even for a second. He could almost feel the grade’s slipping away and he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. “We have exams,”. 

Mingyu frowned from his armchair, shuffling forward in his seat and propping up his chin in the palm of his hand. He had the kind of expression that warranted a goblet of pumpkin juice and several pastries but of course Joshua knew why. “You aren’t going to fail your O.W.Ls just because of one trip to Hogsmeade, I mean have you forgotten who you are?” Mingyu insisted, glancing at Seungcheol who was nodding in agreement. “Joshua Hong? Prefect?”

 “Give yourself a break,” Seungcheol interjects, his eyes trained on the fireplace now instead of Joshua. Despite their apparent sadness at his refusal, deep down they knew it was futile. It was the same each time they sat in the common room, begging their friend to accompany them to somewhere or persuading him to partake in hapless shenanigans. However Joshua didn’t want them to feel anything less than happy, especially when Hogsmeade promised treats and jovial fun. 

“Look, I’ll be okay,” Joshua stressed, sitting up straighter in his seat (he seemed to be sinking into a very large mound of cotton fabric), “ I’ll see if Jeonghan or Wonwoo want to catch up on some work with me or something,”. He knew that Jeonghan was usually free and Wonwoo practically lived in the library when he wasn’t mastering potions or arguing with Seungkwan. With hums of acknowledgement, the two pyjama clad boys opposite Josh sunk further into their seats, gazing pointedly at the tapestry that hung across the wall.  A low rumble of murmurs could be heard coming directly from the dorms which signalled that soon, the common room would be bursting with students on their way to breakfast in the Great Hall. 

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