i made this while very drunk

Kick me and my kids out after 2 years of me taking your abuse just to move in your new girlfriend? Hope y'all like crickets serenading you as you try to sleep.

The title says it all for the most part. I stood up to his abuse, and he disclosed to me that he wanted me and my kids to move out immediately so he could move in his new gf. Now, I like to end my relationships amicably.  I am friends with a few of my exes. This one, however, has been a weapons grade douchebag to me for a couple of years and then threw me and my children out suddenly with nothing but the clothes on my our backs and made a few choice death threats to me. Don’t worry, the police are involved. Well, a few hours earlier I went with a police escort to gather the rest of mine and my children’s belongings. He was sitting on the couch with his new gf, both drunk af. The officer stayed with them. I went to what used to be our bedroom, packed my belongings quickly, packed my children’s things, then released 100 crickets under his bed, in his closet, in his dressers, and in what used to be the childrens’ bedroom. I made sure there were more male crickets than female, so they’ll be noisy as all hell while attempting to find a mate, and these little buggers will eat anything, wood, clothing, and they’re very good at hiding during the day.

Good luck with your new gf, and have fun trying to get rid of your new-found cricket infestation.

My first year at EU was interesting to say the least. I learned the secret behind the many strange traditions early on. I learned of you within the first month. I went from shock at your discovery to fascination. Then to fear and loathing as I saw what you would do.

I didn’t let that get in the way of my schooling. I was majoring in Conservation Biology, so you left me be. I was protecting your places, after all. The fact that I wasn’t doing it for you didn’t matter. I could feel you watching me as I knitted in the common rooms or worked on my book in the food court, and I could hear the baying of the hounds and the cries of the hunt some nights. But you left me be, and so I carried on.

I took the normal precautions, of course, and a few of my own. Vervain in the window-box, iron wire on the bedposts, iron charms for wrist and neck, iron symbols on the walls of my dorm. A pair of iron knives beneath my mattress, salt packs in my pockets when I walked alone, especially at night, shampoo made with rowan, lotion of hazel. I fed the crows, read them poetry, talked to them about how my semester was going. I gave them trinkets, and their favorite foods. I grew popular with them. Far more than I was with the other students. And for the most part, my first year at EU was uneventful.

No, the first year went fine. It was my sophomore year that things got bad. It was an active year, my RA told me. Kidnappings were frequent. You took many, and kept them for a long time. Several were never returned. The faculty started pushing more precautionary measures, warned us all to be careful, though many never learned what they were being careful of. I was safe, though. I was cautious, I was an ally of the crows, I had little to fear. But not all were so lucky.

It was midway through the first semester when you took something of mine.

I say mine. She was everyones.The most personable, gentle, kind person I knew. One of few I would really call friend. But she was in the choir, and could play the flute with skill, and you took her for yourselves. Everyone who knew her was upset, but musicians and singers are the ones most often returned unharmed, so we waited. I waited. For a month, when It finally became obvious that you had no intention of giving her back. And I knew rage, and I would make it felt.

I made a pair of goggles from silver wire and mood rings, sewed iron charms into my clothes, and I wove iron wire into a helm, made iron rings for my fingers. I spoke to members of the chemistry department, who told me of the war they had fought in the 80’s to get back their professor. Burning iron and sprays of silver had taught you that not everyone would suffer your depredations, and if you would not give her back I would do the same. I had no desire to bargain, because a bargain would have implied you had some right to take what you did. Several other science majors came with me, and we entered your world, and we demanded you return what was ours. You laughed until the iron knives came out, and you hissed when we reminded you of the iron that burns hot and bright as the sun. You gave her back, unwillingly, but without violence. You promised there would be a price, and I promised you that if you tried to take something of mine that I would burn you all.

Now, I am a 5th year working on my masters. There is peace between us. I still take my precautions, but I set out offerings for you some nights. I have drunk with you, made bets and won, given and received favors; given gifts. But you remember that what I give you must be given freely or won, and that you do not take what is mine. You know who is responsible for the ring of five rowans in the middle of campus, who gives out iron charms to the freshmen, who has the protection of the crows. You know that while your activities are tolerated, there are lines you would be very very wise to not cross.

[x]

Ties That Bind Us

Part 5:

Of course once Hunk walked into the kitchen and spotted his best friend looking sick he turned into the universes biggest mother hen, scooping him up into his strong arms and not even batting an eye at Lance being dropped over Keith.
“Coran is there a bed in the in infirmary I can put him in?” He asked.
Coran seemed to snap out of his worry stricken state and nodded.
“Yes I will accompany you and set up the equipment.” With that the older Altean hurried off followed by Hunk and the limp Lance.
Keith stared after the three planning to follow but as he was about to stand up Shiro placed a hand on his shoulder making the message clear.
They were going to have the talk.
And it was happening now.
“Pidge, do me a favour and go help out Hunk and Coran.” The way Shiro said it just screamed he was telling Pidge to get out while she could.
“Oh…oh yeah I’ll do that” she said shooting Keith a half sympathetic half amused look before leaving the two alone.
“Look Shiro I-”
“Did you kiss Lance or did he kiss you?” Shiro interrupted.
“What?”
“I need to know who kissed who, this is important.” He said sternly.
“Well Lance kissed me first both times.”
“Both…” Shiro rose an eyebrow.
“Well… erm see after Lance found out he was part Altean we kinda talked then he kissed me before he went to talk to Coran…” Keith rambled quickly feeling his cheeks blush as he went on.
Shiro didn’t say anything for a moment and Keith began to feel uncomfortable under his glare.
“I need to know your not going to take advantage of Lance in his current state.” He said finally, however it was like a punch to the gut.
Shiro was seriously worried he would take advantage of Lance.
“What! Shiro quiznark no! I didn’t even realise he had fever when we were making out. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Do you regret it?” Shiro asked crossing his arms.
Keith didn’t say anything, instead he looked at his feet giving Shiro the answer he needed.
“Listen Keith I’m going to make myself very clear. While Lance is going through these Altean changes you are to deny all his advances.”
“What do you mean?” Keith asked quietly.
“What I mean is that Lance isn’t in his right mind right now. But you are. It’s your responsibility to keep him safe from making a mistake he could come to regret.”
“So that’s all I am Hu? A mistake to be made!” Keith snapped.
Shiro slammed his hand down on the table so hard that Keith jumped. “Dammit Keith you know what I meant! Think of it this way, if Lance were drunk and tried to sleep with you, a decent guy would say no. But if the same situation were to happen while he were sober then a decent guy could say yes…”
The two stared at each other for a moment “do you understand?”
Keith slowly nodded and sighed “yeah I do.”
He knew then that it would be a while before he could be that close to Lance again, because despite everything and despite how much he hated it.
Keith was a decent guy.

My first year at EU was interesting to say the least. I learned the secret behind the many strange traditions early on. I learned of you within the first month. I went from shock at your discovery to fascination. Then to fear and loathing as I saw what you would do.

I didn’t let that get in the way of my schooling. I was majoring in Conservation Biology, so you left me be. I was protecting your places, after all. The fact that I wasn’t doing it for you didn’t matter. I could feel you watching me as I knitted in the common rooms or worked on my book in the food court, and I could hear the baying of the hounds and the cries of the hunt some nights. But you left me be, and so I carried on. I took the normal precautions, of course, and a few of my own. Vervain in the window-box, iron wire on the bedposts, iron charms for wrist and neck, iron symbols on the walls of my dorm. A pair of iron knives beneath my mattress, salt packs in my pockets when I walked alone, especially at night, shampoo made with rowan, lotion of hazel. I fed the crows, read them poetry, talked to them about how my semester was going. I gave them trinkets, and their favorite foods. I grew popular with them. Far more than I was with the other students. And for the most part, my first year at EU was uneventful. No, the first year

went fine. It was my sophomore year that things got bad. It was an active year, my RA told me. Kidnappings were frequent. You took many, and kept them for a long time. Several were never returned. The faculty started pushing more precautionary measures, warned us all to be careful, though many never learned what they were being careful of. I was safe, though. I was cautious, I was an ally of the crows, I had little to fear. But not all were so lucky.

It was midway through the first semester when you took something of mine.

I say mine. She was everyones.The most personable, gentle, kind person I knew. One of few I would really call friend. But she was in the choir, and could play the flute with skill, and you took her for yourselves. Everyone who knew her was upset, but musicians and singers are the ones most often returned unharmed, so we waited. I waited. For two weeks, when It finally became obvious that you had no intention of giving her back. And I knew rage, and I would make it felt.

I made a pair of goggles from silver wire and mood rings, sewed iron charms into my clothes, and I wove iron wire and heavy yarn into a helm, made iron rings for my fingers. I spoke to members of the chemistry department, who told me of the war they had fought in the 80’s to get back their professor. Burning iron and sprays of silver had taught you that not everyone would suffer your depredations, and if you would not give her back I would do the same. I had no desire to bargain, because a bargain would have implied you had some right to take what you did. Several others came with me science majors all, and we entered your world, and we demanded you return what was ours. You laughed until the iron knives came out, and you hissed when we reminded you of the iron that blazes hot and bright as the sun. You gave her back, unwillingly, but without violence. You promised there would be a price, and I promised you that if you tried to take something of mine that I would burn you all.

Now, I am a 5th year working on my masters. There is peace between us. I still take my precautions, but I set out offerings for you some nights. I have drunk with you, made bets and won, given and received favors; given gifts. But you remember that what I give you must be given freely or won, and that you do not take what is mine. You know who is responsible for the ring of five rowans in the middle of campus, who gives out iron charms to the freshmen, who has the protection of the crows. You know that while your activities are tolerated, there are lines you would be very very wise to not cross.

[x]

In Your Head- Part 5

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 1,601

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.


….“but now I want to show you”.

Jughead looked into your eyes and while he could see that you meant every word, he took a breath for himself. “Maybe we should talk about this first? We haven’t really before…”

You leaned back on the bed and laid next to him. You thought for a moment. He was right, if you were going to do this, you should talk about any other feelings you have. In the same instance of these thoughts, you also couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe he just didn’t want you. “No one will ever love someone like you” - your eyes were closed - and all you could hear were those words in your mother’s voice.

You finally looked back at Jughead, who once again had a look of loving concern in his eyes. “Yeah I guess your right”. You looked away from his eyes and just focused on holding his hand, “I guess, I mean, do you want to with me?”

He pulled your chin having your face looking into his eyes and giving you a reassuring smile, “Of course I do Y/N. I love you”. He paused to kiss you again. “I just want to make sure what this means for us”.

You smiled, feeling better about your thoughts. You hadn’t asked him anything like this next question. “Okay. Well have you ever? Before I mean…”

He gave a laugh, thinking you already knew that answer. “Y/N. You have been all of my firsts so far”.

You were a little surprised. How could anyone else not notice this amazing guy before you?

You smiled. “Sorry, I guess I just wasn’t sure. I mean you’re kind of perfect you know?” 

He gave a soft laugh again. “Yeah well, I don’t think many girls find the name Jughead too attractive….” 

“Perfect for me then”. You smiled again bringing him in to kiss again. His hands moved to your hips, and after your gentle kiss he looked nervous. 

Looking down back to your body, he chalked up his courage to ask you next. “Have you? I mean not what with happened last year….”, he lost his words a bit, “I mean I know that doesn’t….” 

You smiled, now bringing his face to yours. “No, I’ve never made love to anyone before”. You took a pause again, mustering up some courage while knowing what you wanted to say. “So….I love you, you love me, and we both want to do this…is there anything else?” 

“Yeah….”, he hesitated and then bit his lip before saying, “You’re not still drunk right?”. 

You laughed again, “No, no. I am very sure I want this with you. I trust you, don’t worry”. 

 “Okay, but I need you to do something for me…”. He looked back in your eyes grasping the sides of your face with both hands, “If I am hurting you or you feel uncomfortable in ANY way, you have to tell me. Okay? The last thing I’d want….” 

You cut him off, “I promise I will but I’m not worried. A little nervous maybe….but I love you”. 

He smiled again before bringing you in for a heavy kiss. His mouth on your bottom lip, turning into a deeper kiss, his tongue snuck in while moving his hands to your hips. You moved your hands to his neck, moving your body closer to his. Your hands went upwards to his head and you slid off his beanie and started to play with his raven hair. He made a slight groan and paused at the end of this kiss, looking at your body up and down while taking a deep breath. “Stay here for a second, I have to get something…” He kissed you on your forehead before making sure with his eyes that you were going to stay on the bed before hurrying to the door. 

You took a breath to yourself, looking up at the ceiling. You had someone that loved you and cared about you in a way unlike any other. You decided to take the rest of your hair down, which took a little bit as it felt that Kevin had used a hundred bobby pins in your hair. All the while just thinking of how much you loved this guy, this amazing guy that you lucked into. You couldn’t get the smile off your face and you looked up after hearing the door move again. Jughead closed and locked it while coming back to the bed. “Thank goodness for Archie’s room…”, he joked while putting a condom on the nightstand next to the bed. He sat back down next you, you got up slightly. 

 “Come here”. You grabbed a side of his face while bringing him back to your lips again. You kissed him hard and deep, starting slow while moving the pace of your mouth a little faster. His hands moved to your hips again, as he paused from kissing, he looked down staring at your shirt. You gave him a smile and a slight nod and he began to move his hand up it. His hand made it to a cup of your bra and he gave a slight sigh while now kissing your neck. You moved your body on top of his, straddling his hips with your thighs. You lifted the cropped shirt off, tossed it to the side of the room and began to remove your bra while he never left his eyes off of yours. You slid off the straps and tossed the dark bra to the middle of the room and he began to look down. “You’re so beautiful”, he said as his eyes went back to your lips. He once again moved his hands up from your hips and started to caress your left breast. He groaned slightly while bringing your body closer to his, towards the pillow. You began to kiss his neck while your body began to warm all over, you started to grab his hips, your body in-twined with his. 

You began to lift his shirt up, until he paused, lifting his body up a little to help you get it off. With his shirt now off, he began to kiss you all over, starting with your neck. He paused right before his mouth got to your breasts and then dived in. With his mouth on you, you knew you had never felt anything like this feeling. His hands went back up to your neck and his mouth trailed up your body back to your lips. In that moment, you were all his.


You both laid there, under the covers, panting in what was the feeling of ecstasy. You looked back to him, your hands over his chest while looking back up at his face. His brow had a little sweat, but his large smile is what you were focused on. You were still breathing heavily getting the words out, “W-well?” 

“That was…”, he was still catching his breath as well, “amazing”. He brought your lips back to him and smiled while parting them. “I love you Y/N. So much.”

Again, still smiling to him, “I love you too”. 

“How do you feel?”, he was checking in on your emotions again. 

“Different. A little light headed…”, you gave a smirk, “but great. You?” 

“That was the best physical feeling of my life”, his words were honest but the way he spat them out he laughed a little after. You giggled back. 

He thought for second, “also hungry…” 

“When are you not?”. You laughed together before you grabbed one of his flannels from the floor and began to button it. You grabbed your pj bottoms out of your bag. He was watching you every slight second you moved, “what are you doing?” He asked, still with a smile on his face. 

“Making us something to eat of course”. You smiled back. 

“Give me a little bit and I’ll be down there with you, okay?”. He stood up and leaned in for a kiss and grabbed his boxers as well as his beanie before heading towards the bathroom. The smile never left your face as you headed towards the kitchen. You didn’t think this feeling of love would ever end. 

You opened the fridge and grabbed some eggs, then went to the pantry and found some pancake mix. Jughead was walking down the stairs, wearing just his boxers and beanie, walking over to you. The smile was still stuck on his face as well. He came behind you, as you were now mixing eggs in a bowl, and kissed your neck while giving you a slight hug. 

“Can I help?” 

Eyeing the pan next to you, “Yeah put that one on the burner”, and while giving it to him you gave him a peck back. You looked up to the side of the kitchen and saw the clock. It was a little after 2am. You were a little surprised it wasn’t later, as it felt like a very long day. You started in on the pancake mix while Jughead got another pan out. 

At the same instance, you heard the front door open. You both lifted your heads and were welcomed by Archie. He looked at the both of you and smiled. “Heh, well your guys’ night definitely turned around…” He gave a slight eyebrow raise with the statement. 

“Errr well…yeah”, Jughead was messing with the hair under his beanie out of nervousness. You yourself were practically red. You stared back at Jughead, knowing that pancakes wasn’t going to be the end of your night.

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“I was meant to sit next to Russell Harty and keep still and quiet. I was all dressed up like an Amazonian seductress, and treated like the hired help. This is no way to treat a guest. Being stuck there while he ignored me made me feel very uncomfortable.”

“I wasn’t attacking him because I was drunk or stoned. I was lashing out because I felt he was not being proper. Harty was rude. I wasn’t going to put up with it. I lashed out on live television. It takes balls to do that, which could be seen as a little crazy. And then they tried to get me back on the show! The ratings soared. I had done him a favor. They wanted a rematch. It was all so tacky.”

“When he died, my phone never stopped. It rang off the hook. What do you think about Russell Harty dying? Well, I am very sorry, but what do you want me to say? I didn’t know him at all. I didn’t kill him. I had nothing to do with it. I wasn’t there at all. I had an alibi.”

Messing With A Winchester

One Shot!
Characters: Sister Winchester, Sam, and Dean. My own character Paul, (reader’s boyfriend and Cate (reader’s best friend).


Prompt/ Request by @supernaturalfreak2005-2017:  Hi can you do when the reader boyfriend broke up with her and the reader boyfriend said some mean things to her and is really upset and Sam and Dean find out and get upset thx.


Authors Note: Ahh thanks so much for the request! This prompt was a very interesting to write and I really hope you enjoyed it! I made it instead of her boyfriend saying mean things, he gets a little too friendly while he is drunk. I just made it more intense.  If anyone wants to submit a request in the future, the link is in my Bio!!


Warnings: Language, harassment, underage drinking, angst, and unwanted touching. A boyfriend is drunk and gets too aggressive with the reader.


Word count: 2422

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“Hey guys, I’m going to head out, Paul is waiting for me at the party!” I yelled as I started walking towards the steps of the bunker. I heard Sam’s loud footsteps running to the door and Dean stood up from where he was sitting in the library to come over.


“Y/n, please don’t do anything you would regret later. Make good choices and don’t do anything stupid,” Sam said as he wrapped me in a tight hug and I smiled.


“I won’t do something stupid like Dean would do. I promise,” I say while laughing and Dean gives me a fake hurt look until he smiles and pulls me into a hug.

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you know, we’re gonna be alright {s.m}

authors note: this wasn’t really a request and i really don’t even write imagines all that often and this is a really really old one that’s been sitting in the drafts of my personal blog for forever and a day now, so i thought why not post it while i work on finishing another imagine. english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry if i made any mistakes. this is a very short part one of a (probably) two part story with a cliffhanger at the end, so yeah, enjoy!!

triggers: mentions of a car accident.

word count: 819

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  • the foxes as shit i did in high school
  • neil: made my history teacher cry after giving a detailed 10 minute explanation on why she was terrible at her job a day before she left for a long vacation to have a surgery
  • andrew: sat up on the catwalk 30 ft up in the theater and threw balls of tape at people while insulting their intelligence, surrounded by packets of sugar i was hoarding and eating
  • aaron: made a kid cry in chemistry class because i dragged him so sufficiently, then told by the teacher that i am "very good at making people feel stupid"
  • kevin: came to school drunk and aced a history test
  • matt: skipped my classes to go hang out with my friends in their classes, somehow ended up doing their assignments
  • nicky: tried to tell a girl i liked her but ended up walking straight into a trashcan then still managed to get a date with her
  • dan: was made fun of by the football guys in the weight room for being small then squatted more weight than them
  • renee: got nominated to be an ambassador for an anti-bullying campaign by a teacher who saw me kick a guys desk over for being a dick
  • allison: came to shop class in a dress, full makeup, and heels, and ended up doing more than all the guys put together
You knew love

Originally posted by mukenope


Summary: You knew love, and you knew Luke, Michael, Ashton and Calum.

A/N: This is my favorite piece so far! It has been on a long road but now it’s here and I’m actually really proud of it. It’s a bit different, but I hope you’ll give a chance! Also, I really like the Michael part, but it contains mentions of alcohol, drugs etc. so if you’re not comfortable with reading about that, you can just scroll past his part x


You knew love, although your version was a bit different than your friends’. They would fall in love over and over again and their feelings never lasted long. They got drunk on love and swelled in self-pity, when the hangover hit them, while you saw love as something precious, something rare and something that made life worth living. You had experienced love four times, with four very different boys; their only thing in common was a strangely passionate fondness of music. And the love you shared with each of them had taught you about yourself, truth, sadness, anger, hate, love and life itself.


Your first love taught you that soft, blushing cheeks, nervous whispers and sweaty palms were way better than bad boy images, expensive cars and heartbreak. Luke taught you how to fall in love without getting broken, he taught you how to trust and how to not just be lovers, but also best friends.

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The really sad thing is, there are genuine problems with this baby story line.

Abortions. Medically incorrect information being broadcast. No doctor or medical professional seeing a pregnant confused woman on screen. Giving a pregnant woman options and support for whatever she decides to do.

Prison. Everything Aaron suffered including a drug dependency has now been made irrelevant and brushed under the carpet so quickly.

Consent. It is a grey area, and I do put this down more to the writing than the intent, but what they showed on screen, one party drunk and unable to remember certain aspects, another sober, IS worrying. And audience concerns are being ignored.

Women. The fact that Rebecca is until very recently, doing what everyone else tells her too. The complete absence of her relating to this pregnancy for a month while she was debating what to do, which would have been major for her psychological well being.

DNA. Even Rebecca’s character would not KNOW for sure who the father is. She slept with two men in one week, no woman would know without a DNA test (though with this one I do hold out a bit of hope we’re going here eventually).

Biphobia. The standard overused trope of one gender not being enough for a bisexual person. Which is untrue and offensive, (though I do think ED - Maxine have tried to address this one).

But these genuine issues with the way they are telling this story are being brushed aside, because we’re just “obsessed fans who don’t like it.” Which, while true, is not the main problem here. If these issues, even some of them were addressed, it might not be so deeply unpopular. The way this story is being told is wrong and irresponsible.

Zach Werenski #2

Wrote this bad boy and decided it could turn into a little mini series if you’d like, just say the word guys :) Also thank you so so much for all the likes/love on the first imagine I did for this cute guy.

Word Count: 1,955

Summer nights were your second favourite kind of nights. First being nights when Zach was on the ice and shooting the puck around. So life kinda worked out nice, because when he wasn’t playing it was Summertime and you were just as happy about it. 

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COMING OUT AS A BISEXUAL

“I felt like i needed to repost this cause i want the truth to come out. Im a bisexual and proud to be a bisexual” When I was around 6 years old I knew i didn’t fit in with society, I knew I was different I felt different. Girls my age started to talk about boys how cute the boys were.for me yeah I thought they were cute but I started thinking how cute this girl was in my class. I kept thinking about how I could I think that a boy & a girl was cute I was so confused. When I was 9 I will struggling to find out what was wrong with me so I went to the only person I could trust my older brother. He was practicing his new dance routine with me when I just shouted out that I like boys & girls, he stopped to look at me I was literally crying I was so confused I hoped he could help me. My brother just wiped my tears and said I was struggling with my sexuality he told me that I might be a bisexual and that its normal no matter what people say. When I was 15 I was in high school its had been 3 years since I lost my brother he was the only one who knew my about my sexuality he swore he wouldn’t tell anyone till I was ready to tell people. During my high school I was really trying to just like guys but it was hard when you have a crushes on girls as well. On July 7th 2015 age 17 @shanedawson came out as bisexual now he was the reason I came out he was my idol I looked up to him. So I decided to tell everyone I told my friends on Twitter first cause I knew they would understand but them came the worst part telling my family. At the time my parents weren’t divorced they were in California visiting family I was at home in Illinois I decided to Skype them. My parents & siblings understood me and loved me at least that’s what I thought. A week later my parents divorced I was currently living with my mom when she came home drunk and started saying that my faggot ass needed to leave that I was the reason she was divorced & why she has cancer( Now before you hate on my mom we made up she said she sorry we are all good). The worst part was my mom side of the family & my step dad they were very mexican christen people they hated me & the fact that bi. As for my father and british His family they loved me and they supported me. Yeah having one side of the family support while the other side doesn’t hurts. As for high school they found out cause words spreads fast some supported me while some will push me & call me names like worthless fag. The worst part of high school was senior prom age 18 I was asked by a guy who I currently liked when I went to prom he & his friends organized paint to dropped on my head when I took pictures all I heard was laughter & “my date” say look at the faggot she crying. After prom I just kept to myself and graduated high school thinking I’m free. So here I am today 18 almost 19 year old Angela sitting here telling you my story about how I came out as a bisexual & I’m so happy that I’m finally me after years hiding I’m finally free to be me. I love you all & thanks for reading my story “If anyone has a problem with me being bi please feel free to have your opinions, call me names, unfollow me, im not going to be mad about your opinions thats not how i roll so i dont care what you do im happy for being the real me” -love Angela

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Sweetheart

Title: Sweetheart

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,698 

Warnings: use of alcohol, fluff, foreplay, smut

Request: Hi, do you still take OS requests? If you do, can you please write a OS where reader and her (really hot) friend meet Dean at the bar. They both fancy him, but the reader is really shy, barely speaks and blushes every time, when Dean looks at her and she thinks that she’s ugly, so she let her friend flirt with him. But it ends with Dean&reader smut, because he thinks that she’s really cute and her friend is annoying and not so pretty… It would be awesome if you would be able to write this :)

A/N: I apologize for taking so long for this one to come out. I've unfortunately been busy with school as the end of the semester is this week. I promise I will try to write more often. I’m sorry, this is so long as well, I got lost in my little world with Dean for a while. it kinda took a turn on its own, i’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted anon. This is also my first smut, so any feedback (positive and negative) is welcome and encouraged. 

You sat at the bar, awaiting your drinkings to arrive. It was a Friday night, and not your typical Friday night. Your best friend, Becky convinced you to come out with her tonight instead of your usual, stay at home and binge watch something on Netflix for the entire weekend. Going out wasn’t your thing. You’ve always prefered to be by yourself. Being around other people made you nervous. You had always been quiet, no one really noticed you compared to your friends.

 Being shy wasn’t hard most days. It was kinda like being invisible. Everyone knew you were there but they never actually acknowledged you. You wouldn’t really know what to say. Keeping conversations going was difficult to say the least. Sometimes you wished you could just talk for hours on end about random shit, but you knew you would never be that way.

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The Life and Times of Tigger

Originally posted by yong-guks

Dating Bang Yongguk could only be described as an experience. A good experience, but an experience nonetheless. An experience that you would never even dream of trading.

Over the course of your relationship with Yongguk you learned more than you ever thought you would. Yongguk preferred to make each word count and, although he was on the quiet side, each conversation was meaningful in its own way. He taught you about your own life, the lives of others, and how to make the most of both. He taught you how to be a better person and how to appreciate all that you were given.

He taught you how to be a genuinely good human being.

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There ain't a Party like an Inquisition Party
  • Josephine: An affectionate drunk, runs around everyone hugging them and kissing them, telling them how much she loved them all and rhapsodises about Power of Friendship™
  • Cassandra: Gets more and more giggly with every glass of wine. Starts to flirt with anything that moves much to Coles utter astonishment. End the night sat on Bull's lap stroking his horns cooing whilst he keeps handing her glasses of water and chuckling.
  • Solas: Starts the night attempting to have intellectual discussions, gets drunk very quickly and starts talking nonsense "That one time in the Fade I saw a man, fully made of metal! Metal I tell you! He had one glowing crystal for his eyes! He kept asking for the shepherd but there were no sheep! Ha! Sheep in the Fade! Preposterous!"
  • Vivienne: Can take her drink, outwardly looks just the same as usual, but then starts dancing. Grabs Blackwall and starts waltzing around the Greathall like a pro. Eventually finds Lelianna and starts telling her all kinds of outrageous gossip with a completely straight face, after a while bursts into a fit of giggles and finally falls asleep at the table.
  • Cullen: Gets a manic gleam in his eye and starts doing stupid shit, like trying to climb up the fireplace "The view is much better up there!". Co-opts Dorian into the shenanigans, disappear for an hour, both creep back into the party grinning. In the morning the entire keep is woken up by Dennet screaming, demanding to know who in Andraste's name renamed all the horses into Dick Jokes.
  • Dorian: Suaveness intensifies. Glides around the hall reciting Tevine poetry which gets dirtier and dirtier as the night goes on. Starts performing magic tricks, making sparkles and floating objects, eventually sets the curtains on fire. At which point Cullen drags him outside, leaving an exasperated Inquisitor to put the fire out. With alcohol.
  • Varric: The only one that can genuinely hold his drink. Tells wonderful stories all night, about Hawke, about the Freemarches and some of his own inventions. Caves in when Cassandra demands to know the truth of what happened between Hawke and Fenris, making her swoon and sigh.
  • Iron Bull: Him and Krem instigate a shots challenge. Runs around chanting "SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!". Carries Sera around on his shoulders whilst she throws canapés at unsuspecting revellers.
  • Blackwall: Mum Friend. Rushes around everyone making sure they are well, takes the bow and arrows away from Cullen, and snatches the apple off of Inquisitor's head. Takes away the cutlery from under Vivienne as she sleeps. Catches Sera when she falls off Bull.
  • Sera: Causing general mayhem. Keeps popping up from behind curtains screaming at passers by whilst laughing maniacally. Starts trying to pronounce Coryphius over and over again "Fuck it, just call him Cory!" Ends the night sprawled on the Inquisitor's throne. Blackwall piles blankets on top of her and let's her sleep it off.
  • Cole: Utterly mesmerised by the proceedings. Wonders around wide eyed trying to talk to drunk people. Ends up having a very coherent conversation about Nugs with Lelianna. Tries to dance on his own, follows Cullen and Dorian in the shadows, gives himself away by giggling quietly.
  • Lelianna: Sings for the first time in what seems like years. Sings Orliaian songs of old on the lute that the Warden gave her. Gets a little teary eyed until Vivienne finds her and makes her spit her drink out laughing.
  • Inquisitor: Takes up Bull's shots challenge, downs ten. Starts dancing next to Cole so he isn't lonely, sways her hips wildly. Screams "THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG!" And squeals, a lot. Ends the night in the corner very inappropriately making out with Cullen, drags him by the lapels to her room. Wakes up in the morning to find herself and Cullen fully dressed curled up diagonally across the bed, on top of the covers, head pounding.
Attacked ~Rafael Barba Imagine~

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Rafael Barba X OC (Kelly)

Summary: Rafael Barba believes he is keeping his family safe by keeping the threats a secret. However, Barba is shaken when the threats materialize too close to home and suddenly everything Barba holds dear is Attacked.

Warnings: Assault, Anxiety attack, cursing 

She was perfect. Her thick dark hair was full of body and was already beginning to show signs of curls that tickled her small, delicate ears. She had inherited my blue eyes encased in long, dark lashes and Rafael’s mouth and a small, button nose was nestled between her full, round cheeks. She was a blessing, our little miracle.

Gabriella Lucia Barba

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Ren Family Drinking Headcanons

- Hakuren was the kind of drunk that hugged everybody, sang at the top of his voice, and climbed up onto the highest places he could find because fuck you, I’m invincible! Also was the lightest lightweight that ever did lightweight, but refused to admit it. Any function that involved alcohol usually ended up with Hakuyuu chasing him around trying to get him to stop:

Hakuyuu: REN NO IF YOU DRINK THIS MUCH YOU WILL BE COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FUCKED IN THE MORNING

Hakuren: (chugging an entire bottle of wine) UNFORTUNATE

Hakutoku: (to Hakuei and Hakuryuu) You know how your big brothers are supposed to be setting an example for you two? Well, I want you to look at this nonsense and remember it when you get old enough to drink.

- Hakuyuu was like Captain America: he could hold his liquor like a god damn champion. He saw it as a sign from the universe that it was his duty to handle his family’s drunk shenanigans.

- Hakuryuu doesn’t know it, but he inherited his “crying emotional drunk” tendencies from his father. Drunk Hakutoku was also very affectionate; the first family member he saw would end up stuck in a very long bear hug while he rambled on and on about how great they were. 95% of the time, this happened to a very unamused Gyokuen:

Hakutoku: (holding her in his lap and petting her hair) LOOK AT MY WIFE SHE’S SO TINY AND SO PRETTY AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH <3 <3 <3

Gyokuen: (starts to think that killing him might not be such a bad idea)

Hakuyuu and Hakuren: Aww, having fun there, Mother? :)

Gyokuen: (glares the fires of hell and damnation at them)

Hakutoku: (sees his sons) JEWEL, LOOK AT THEM, LOOK AT WHAT WE MADE! OH MY GOD, WE MADE THOSE, REMEMBER WHEN WE DID THAT?!

Gyokuen: Yes, Toku, I regret it every single day.

- Technically, Gyokuen doesn’t drink, but has been known to throw some liquor into her tea when dealing with particularly stressful situations.

- Like her father and brother, Hakuei cries when she’s drunk, but it’s not that she gets emotional, she just gets very overwhelmed by everything. You know that one video where drunk girls get surprised with puppies? That’s basically her:

Hakuei: (crying while holding Hakuryuu and Seishun like their lives depend on it) I’m like a single mother in here, I can’t, I can’t! I shouldn’t have drank whiskey, I can’t protect them!

Hakuryuu and Seishun: (look at each other awkwardly because they still don’t know how to deal with this shit)

Hakuryuu: Uh… (pats her shoulder) There, there?

Hakuei: (starts SOBBING)

Seishun: Nice going, Hakuryuu.

Hakuryuu: Oh, shut up.

- Kouen doesn’t always get drunk, but when he does, he will fight anyone and anything. This includes but is not limited to: pillars, hedge sculptures, a cow, his bedroom doorknob, and Koumei. He’ll end up going around muttering, “I am the fucking strong,” all night, and walking into things a lot. When he’s one of the sober ones, though, he usually takes it upon himself to throw his drunk siblings over his shoulder and carry them safely back to their rooms to sleep it off.

- Kouha enjoys drinking contests, only because he can drink everyone in the palace under the table, no sweat. His girls are very proud of him. Kougyoku still thinks she has a chance of beating him, so challenges her brother more often than she probably should. The two of them enjoy sweet, fruity drinks.

- Koumei doesn’t like alcohol, because it’s poisonous to birds. He must protect his birds.

- Bonus: the only alcohol Judal will ever touch is peach wine, but if he gets his hands on any, he will drink all of it, no matter how much. Since ridiculously powerful magician + alcohol + complete lack of fucks to give = disaster for all involved, it’s agreed that the Magi should be kept sober at all costs, but sometimes it just doesn’t work out that way. Hakuryuu usually takes it upon himself to be drunk!Judal’s handler (half because he’s concerned for everyone’s well-being and half because he sees Gyokuen in the background just about ready to use Sheba’s staff like a baseball bat on poor unsuspecting Judal, and he figures that there’s got to be a less painful solution), but always ends up frustrated and near tears and yelling for Hakuei and Seishun to help him out. You try to catch a drunk asshole with magic powers, who can fly away from you every time you get close. It is hard.