i never thought it would come to this number

I stopped shaving my legs every other day
I stopped only eating citras and drinking a gallon of water a day
I started smoking weed with my friends
I stopped bringing my phone with me to Temple, to coffee houses, to record stores, to concerts
I stopped ignoring my family and started baking cookies and pancakes with bananas and nuts and apples
I’ve made 32 pancakes since Friday,
I’ve burnt 13 but I’m getting there
I won’t let you burn me anymore I’m so fucking sick of flames
Turns out I don’t get off on pain
I don’t get off on being treated like a toy
I do not enjoy having a collection of sticky notes covered in conversation topics because you never held up your end
It’s true that one person always loves more but the other side needs to give something
You knew this would happen I have to go for my own self respect
I should’ve known when you stopped sending good morning texts
Or when your texts didn’t come at all until
late at night
When your words were always about sex
Maybe I should have turned my phone off or blocked your number when you told me about the first girl
Or the second or the third
But I thought you were worth it that I’d never find a better guy
You always listened you respected my boundaries
It’s probably easy when you have six other girls who will give you what I protect
I’m not picking up this time
I’m not checking your timeline I’m not listening to your music
I’m not dying my hair your favorite color or getting a tattoo
You don’t deserve my kind of love
Not from me,
You deserve a quiet love that won’t take up too much time
You killed me over and over again
You wasted and
disrespected me without even noticing
My heart has been replaced with beetles and old peach pits but soon
You won’t live there anymore to poison my wood
Flowers will bloom in my brain once again
Watered by my own love and confidence
Planted by me for me
You will never see them
Lilacs and roses were my favorite before you
Fuck your daisies you’re the one who cut them down
—  I Always Grow Back
SJM books ranked from least emo to most emo


okay yeah i know, rowan gets shot, and like, Chaolaena shippers probably cried a lot but Arobyn dies so over all it’s a good experience.


ALRIGHT LOOK I KNOW IT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER BUT. No one important actually dies aside from Suri and Feyre is way more recovered from her trauma in this one so the first person PoV is just happier in general, and Nesta and Elain take down Hybern so really who can complain 


The emo book that started it all. Pretty emo bc it opens with the protagonist getting released from the slave mines and she is emaciated but Dorian and Chaol are Hot™ and Hetero™ so it’s all good


Pretty depressing that there are 5 books more emo than this one seeing as how in this one the protagonist goes from a shit home life to a shit boyfriend to dying in order to save the entire world. But you know, all in a day’s read??


Okay so this is where it really goes downhill. WTF Maas. Why’d you have to write Sam Cortlans’s death. I don’t think any of us really wanted it but you gave it to us anyway. But the rest of the book is like, not too emo, except it does hurt seeing Celaena systematically ruin all of her personal relationships. 


Um alright, so this one, idk….emo because Nehemia, like why why why?? I’ll be asking that question until my own death honestly. But also, the end of Chaolaena, the end of Dorealna/Doraelin, also, Aelin?? Who the f is that?? Well now we know, and Chaol’s not pleased about it, and Celaena/Aelin has to be sent away on a ship and wow, this book was just, not a happy read. (this is the only one with a starred review on Kirkus so go figure…)


Ik wtf, this should be last you’re thinking. But nah, I said emo, not painful. And without the last 100 pages, this would rank at idk, number 3 or so. But those last 100 pages. Fuck me up Maas. I’m still not capable of forming complete thoughts about it and I read it 8 months ago. It’s like she sat down and said, How can I write the MOST painful, bloody ending ever? Idk, maybe have Aelin whipped, have her refuse to count the lashes bc shes waiting for Rowan, but Rowan never comes, oh and here’s an iron coffin let’s shove her inside there too, and ps they are mates and carranam and husband and wife and also Lysandra is going to pretend to be Aelin forever because Aelin is the literal sacrifice to save the world, okay bye now thanks for reading. No, F u Maas. F u. 


Okay so this is a fan favorite but it’s also almost the MOST emo. Coincidence? I think not. Anyways, this is emo because the narrator is suffering from PTSD for the whole book and also suffers through an abusive relationship and her ex bf tries to hunt her down and her new bf lies to her about being her Mate and Immortal Husband and she’s just…not pleased. Basically read this if you hate men but love bats. Not the most emo though because Mor is in this book, and also Velaris. 


Where do I even start? Aelin’s hella depressed and doesn’t really know what name she should use, she’s bitter and angry and depressed about the burden of being queen, and Rowan thinks she is a little shit. Except he is also bitter and angry and depressed, because his mate died, and they have to learn how to stop being bitter and angry and depressed together except it takes aelin burning herself out and nearly dying and then aelin almost dying for real again when fighting valg to get them to realize that. Also, Manon is in this book and she doesn’t know how to feel anything yet, so that’s pretty emo as well. Also idk, i think this might be when the wyrven dies? Not sure, but emo. Dorian and Chaol- also emo a lot. Emo because Aedion is alive?? And has no clue where Aelin has been all these years. Emo because Sorscha dies. Emo because it ends with Dorian enslaved to the Valg. just. Not a fun book. But also a fan favorite. 

All Over Again

The first time he falls in love with Otabek Altin, he was sixteen years old.

Of all places, it was in Hasetsu. His fingers fumbled with the chopsticks in his hand, and the Kazakh took notice of it. His smile and his words were gentle, humouring, as he placed his hand on top of the Russian’s. Step by step, careful movements, a mother’s tutorial.

“Perfect, Yura.”

There had been something wrong with his heart right then; because just like his jumps on the ice, it flipped inside of his chest - it was a sensation all too powerful and consuming, unfamiliar and terrifying to the boy during the height in the Era of ‘What-the-fuckery’ of teenage years. He had to double check. Triple. Quad. At five his heart would wrench so tightly in his chest he had to excuse himself to leave. 

He didn’t remember where he went. 

It was somewhere on the ice when he found himself breathing steadily, his thoughts somewhere else. Somewhere where it was raining. It was always raining somewhere else. 

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biology session // sweet pea smut!

author’s note: i’d say to pour some holy water over me, but i’m not religious. also, this is my very first smut ever, so this might not be as good as later on. also, remember english isn’t my first language. i hope you like it, you can leave me some feedback!

Title: Biology Session

Summary: You don’t feel like studying and Sweet Pea is there to keep you company. 

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

You were sitting on your bed, work-sheets sprawled all over the bedding, biology book open and waiting to be read.

However, you did not intend on studying on a Friday night. Your parents were on a weekend getaway, trying to fix their broken marriage and your brother had been playing Call of Duty all day, not even coming out of his room once. You took out your phone and scrolled through the contact list.

“Sweets” is what you had listed your broody, tall serpent as.

You remembered the day you met him, with Jughead at his side. You had practically forced him to give you his number. He had been reluctant, not wanting to get to close to someone who was related to Veronica Lodge. He didn’t want to get involved with a Northside girl. They only meant trouble as he had seen with Jughead.

But you had been so damn persistent. You found the dark- haired boy enticing from the very first second you had looked into his dark eyes. The dark and mysterious aura that surrounded him was welcoming, inviting you in.

Wanna come over? I don’t feel like studying biology, you texted him, hoping he would waste no time to respond. You put your phone aside and decided to clean up the mess on your bed. Your phone rang and you picked it up in a swift motion. When you saw who was calling, a smile broke out on your face.


„Didn’t you tell me that you really had to study for this test, so your mum wouldn’t freak on you,” the serpent asked. You sighed. Your mother had always been an over-achiever, expecting just the best of both her children. While your brother was failing miserably in pleasing her, your mother still had some hope left in you. And you had never one do disappoint – but Biology just wasn’t your thing.

„You’re cute, that’s very thoughtful. But I just don’t feel like it, you know,” you explained and giggled. “I already know enough about human anatomy,” you added playfully, biting your lip and waiting for his response.

It took Sweet Pea some time to process what you had said.

„I know you do, babe,” he announced.

„If only I had a boyfriend, that would be willing to come over. Let me check if I still have Reggie’s number. I mean, I used to call him up too.“ If it was one thing you loved, it was riling up Sweet Pea, since he had such a bad temper and got jealous within seconds. You heard some rumbling and soon after, an engine starting.

„Your window better be open.“

„You know it is. Also, I’m wearing a short skirt.“ You ended the call with a sly smile, biting your lip as you threw yourself onto your bed, looking forward to what Pea had in store for you.

Only a few minutes passed until you heard an engine go out in front of your hose. You hoped your brother was still busy playing his game. It took Sweet Pea a few seconds to come through your window as he had mastered the art of sneaking into your bedroom late night perfectly.

„You could have used the door, actually. But this is so much hotter!“ you exclaimed, slowly making your way towards him. He had his signature smirk plastered across his handsome features. You wrapped small your arms around his lean body and looked up in his dark eyes lovingly.

„You know, I love making my girl happy,” he teased, wasting no time in crashing his soft lips onto yours, wrapping his hands around your small waist. You guided him towards your bed, pushing him back slowly as you sat onto his lap to straddle him. You broke the kiss, taking a deep breath.

„I missed you,” he whispered huskily into your ear. You smiled.

„I missed you too. So much.”

He brought his lips to your neck and peppered kisses from your jawline to your collarbone, where he started to suck, making you whimper. You threw your head back in pleasure, earning a smug look from your boyfriend. He absolutely loved the control he had over you. His hands fell onto your ass, gripping it roughly.

„Did you go to school with this skirt?“ he asked, voice low. You smirked and nodded.

„Jealous all those jocks you despise so much got the chance to see me in this before you did,” you added slyly, earning a low growl from him as his grip on you tightened, if that was even possible.

„At the end of the night, I’m the only one being able to do this.“ He slowly began to take off your white blouse, leaving you only in a lacy, dark green bra he hadn’t seen before. He rose an eyebrow.

„So, you never were really going to study, were you?“ You giggled, pushing his leather jacket off, your hands making their way under his red flannel, so you could feel his muscles. You sighed in content and your lips latched onto the dip of his neck, sucking it and grazing your teeth over it.

„Baby girl,” he groaned, his voice raspy. You could feel the bulge growing in his jeans. You slowly started grinding against him, the pressure against her center creating a pool between your legs.

Suddenly, Pea turned you around, so you were laying underneath him. He began to take your skirt off, slowly unbuttoning it and pulling it down at an agonizing pace, making you shiver in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sheets.

„Take your shirt off, please,” you begged him. He let out a low laugh and removed his shirt before he laid down between your legs, kissing up your thighs slowly.

„Pea, please don’t tease me,” you whimpered, having completely lost control of your mind and body. You just needed him. He pushed your underwear aside an wasted no time in pushing one of his long fingers into your wet entrance. Your head pushed back further into the mattress, releasing a soft string of moans as he kept plunging in and out of you at a steady pace.

„Fuck, baby, right there,” you managed to get out lowly, your hands making their way to his hair to pull at it.

“You’re so wet, princess,” Sweet Pea murmured huskily as his thumb made his way towards your clit, circling it.

Your eyes rolled back. You were in pure ecstasy with all the pleasure that kept building up in your core. You didn’t know how much longer you could last.

„God, Pea, just a bit more and – oh god.“ Sweet Pea continued at a steady pace pumping his rough fingers in between your legs. You felt the familiar, fuzzy feeling build up in your stomach and you knew you were close. So did Pea, as your legs began to tremble. „Come on, princess. Come for me.“ You made eye contact with him as your orgasm hit you in waves. Your body convulsed with an earth-shattering orgasm. You tried down to slow down her breath, closing your eyes to recover. As you opened them, Sweet Pea was hovering over you. He was no longer wearing his jeans, just a smirk across his face.

„Wipe that smirk off your face,” you exclaimed, slowly starting to pump him through his boxers. Sweet Pea sighed and gently pushed your small hand aside.

„I don’t think I would last long if you sucked me off now, baby,” he confessed before he removed his boxers. He reached over to your night table to get out a condom and rolled it onto his member. You bit your lip in anticipation. He lined himself up at your entrance. He looked over you. „You’re so god damn beautiful, baby.“

Before you could say anything, he slowly pushed his large member into you, letting you adjust to his size. Your mouth fell open as he stretched your walls out and started to move. You began moaning louder, encouraging him to pick up his pace.

He was now slamming into you, making you see stars.

“I’m close, fuck,” you moaned and placed your head into the crook of his neck, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.

His grunts and groans got louder in your ear. His thrusts started to become sloppy, signalling he was close too. “Come for me baby, shit,” he mumbled into your ear and his words sent you over the edge. An intense feeling of pleasure took over as your came undone beneath him. Your loud moans were enough for Pea to let go and you were both in a state of bliss.

He continued to thrust into you so you both could ride out your orgasms. He collapsed onto you and rolled over to your side. He put an arm around you and held you close.

„Call me anytime you don’t feel like studying, princess. I’ll make it worth your while.“

Evermore (Reprise) NEW LYRICS

I wanted to hear a reprise but didn’t get one, so I wrote my own.


READ IT ON AO3 HERE (hit me with a kudos if you liked it! depending on the reception, I might do a reprise for Days in the Sun…)

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I was the one who lost it all

I thought that it had been too late

I never dreamed she would come back into my life

And free me from that state

Too long I only felt the pain

For years all I knew was despair

Then she reached deep into my melancholy heart

And answered my soul’s prayer

Now I know she’ll never leave me

Even at the end of days

She will still inspire me,

Stay beside me,

Love me, come what may

And with every passing hour

I can’t help but love her more

I smile to think she walked back in

To be with me for evermore

My life has suddenly begun

I see the dawning of the light

When I lost all hope of living days in the sun

Her love has banished night

Now I know she’ll never leave me

Something fate cannot undo

I promise to love her

Be there for her

Never say adieu

And with every passing hour

I can’t help but love her more

I should have known that love would win

And as these sunny days begin

I’ll think of how she walked back in

To be with me for evermore

*       *      *

Bonus points if you can spot the references! (Four to two other songs in BatB AND a reference to the new BatB book Lost In A Book)

Short Headcanon:

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

Requested: yes, by bae @carryonmy-assbutt

Request: Could you do short batmom with Bruce (he’s like 6ft2" and I thought it would be cute) please? :3 / Or it could be a HC:D

Warning/s: fluff

  • Honestly this is too cute to watch
  • Your height compared to his is like comparing a kitten to a skyscraper
  • He’s huge! (in more ways than the other ;P)
  • But seriously, his shoulders are taller than you are
  • Sometimes it makes you feel useless
  • But Bruce being the wonderful husband he is never let’s you feel like that
  • He would always bring out The List whenever you doubt your height
  • “Number 54: your height is perfect for spooning”
  • Some are cute like that
  • “Number 66: your height comes in handy for discounts when we’re grocery shopping”
  • And some are not
  • As mentioned he loves spooning with you, he curls around your form and pulls you into him
  • It’s like he’s your cocoon and you’re the caterpillar in it
  • When Bruce hugs you from behind he has a habit of putting his chin on top of your head
  • There are at least a dozen of pictures of Bruce and (y/n) Wayne with Bruce’s chin on your head and hugging you
  • The point is, it’s cute

anonymous asked:

Hey if you need a prompt to write I really like the idea of Lance with synesthesia. I find synesthesia reeeeeaaallly cool and it could make for some interesting stories. Also I live for langst and I've been going though your blog looking at your past stories and amazing cosplays like all day and you are like my new favorite person on tumblr. Hope that's not too creepy. ❤️


I had to do a lot of research on this so I hope I brought it justice. 

Slight Reference to Bullies 

Lance was around 6 when he realized that he didn’t see the world the same as everyone else. He saw things differently. He tasted things differently. He smelled things differently. 

Lance never talked about what he experienced until one day he told his mom that he didn’t like the word ‘Blue’ because it tasted weird. 

Lance didn’t quite understand why she laughed at him when he said that. Everyone can taste words right? 

Lance had never been more wrong in his life. 

After a few months of being picked on by his siblings and the laughing stock of his parents he was finally diagnosed. Synesthesia.

It wasn’t anything bad, just made him very different from other people. 

Lance didn’t mind, he simply started to learn what made him uncomfortable. 

The words Blue and Pineapple were a no go for him. It made his mouth feel weird and he was always had an awful taste in his mouth when he said them. 

The number 17 was always yellow. 14 was purple and 349 was vibrant pink. Lance didn’t mind the colors and numbers that much, only when the colors were with there right number. It would always make him slightly uncomfortable when he saw 17 in pink or 14 in green. It just wasn’t normal to him. 

The sensations that moved over his skin likes waves, were the worst. Everytime Lance smelled broccoli or raw meat his skin crawled. He couldn’t get it to stop until he was away from the smell. 


Lance grew used to bullies throughout his years in school. It didn’t take long for people to notice what made Lance uncomfortable. Once they did, they would use it against him. 

They would write numbers in the wrong color, they would trick Lance into saying blue, they would eat broccoli right next to him. 

Lance couldn’t escape it. Not even at the Garrison. 

Lance thanked every God under the sun that he got a understanding roommate, a boy named Hunk. Hunk was very supportive of him and tried to make Lance’s days as easy as possible. No broccoli or raw meat, no horrible words, no wrong color numbers. 


When Lance joined Voltron, he was faced with 5 new people that knew nothing of his situation. 

Lucky Lance never had to look at numbers but sometimes the food goo would smell a little too close to broccoli. Those meals were always the hardest for Lance, he couldn’t exactly get up and leave the table. 

Even when Lance was on Earth his mother would serve broccoli and tell Lance to suck it up when he started to shift in his seat and rub his arms. 

Of course Lance had to pilot the Blue lion, and he had to say the word ‘Blue’ more than he ever wanted. 


Lance eventually started to use his  synesthesia to his and the entire team’s advantage. He was able to remember certain passcodes due to the colors that he familiarized with certain numbers. He never knew the code perfectly but he would see pink in his head and know the number. 

Lance was also more creativity than his team so he found himself helping Pidge and Hunk come up with new machines. 


He still hadn’t opened up to his team (excluding Hunk) because of his fear of how they would treat him. However after living with the team for a few months he didn’t care what they thought or how they reacted. 

Lance entered the bridge where everyone was standing, Lance filled his lungs with oxygen and spoke loud and clear. “I have something to tell you all.” 

Sorry it took so long! 

I can see why you’re interested in this topic! Once I started to research I couldn’t stop <3 

I hope you like it!

Thank you <333

Also I’m happy that you like my blog! 

The livestream kept cutting out due to shoddy Australian internet (curse you, Malcolm Turnbull) but I honestly lost track of the number of times Dirk was tempting fate? Saying the universe doesn’t work a certain way only for the universe to actually come through when he least expected or wanted it?

  • I never thought one of my fondest wishes would be for Dirk to be able to finish a diner meal without something needlessly dramatic happening, and yet. Please. Let him drink a milkshake or eat some pancakes without getting metaphorically twatted in the face by the cosmos. He’s useless as a detective if he’s malnourished and sleep-deprived, lordy may.
  • “I stopped existing a while ago” is morbidly funny, but even then I just wanted to cry. Psychic vampire banter at its best and most heartbreaking. But at least there’s light down there, because I’d been having nightmare visions of them all spending two months in complete darkness and silence and it was doing a number on my personal sanity.
  • I know that we’d already established Susie’s villain status but christ, selling out her own son to the police and then trying to use him as an excuse to not kill someone is some pretty brutal whiplash. “But what if someone gets hurt” isn’t going to fool anyone, Susie. You’re attractive but also you killed a dog and also some people so eh, please leave town now.
  • Dirk trading away police evidence for the #aesthetic is the most hilarious thing ever, but also can we please have a minute silence for the loss of the collarbone shirt. Samuel Barnett looked fine as hell in it. I’m going to miss it deeply. The end of an era. Let the mourning begin. Get the twitter trend happening.
  • Collarbones.
  • I didn’t like Todd agreeing with Dirk when he called his powers “stupid flighty bullshit” but I’m willing to cut them both a bit of slack, it’s been a long and stressful week, there are dead bodies everywhere. But this is a version of Dirk Gently that I can imagine standing on the roof screaming “you utter bastard” while shaking his fist at the night sky (like in the novels). It’s a tragic development.
  • Why am I so charmed by Panto calling her “Bartine” though?
  • Farah’s phone has to be bugged. It’s the only thing that makes sense with this particular storyline.
  • I’m assuming that the water cleaned Amanda’s face because she’s suddenly 35% less eyeliner and it’s taking a while for me to come to terms with being able to see her face again. Her “I am the consciousness?” conversation sounded like it should’ve been taking place when they were both getting stoned after a first-year college philosophy class. She’s trying to roll with the punches but they just won’t fucking stop coming.
  • … but also the Moloch symbol was clearly visible and I’m now a deeply concerned bean. Does this mean that Bergsberg is in danger? Wendimoor? Blackwing? What has been woken?
  • … but also I’m here for Amanda being the new Forest Witch.
  • I fully understand why Panto is beginning to crack, even if I’m worried about what it means for the holistic detective squad. He’s in a world he doesn’t understand, with people who have locked him up, trying his best to save his world even when it’s full of people who want him dead. His only friend is a piranha in the stream of creation. This has been a rough week for him, all things considered. He and Bart need a million more doughnuts and another dance party.
  • Dirk’s impression of himself was simultaneously the best and the worst thing ever, and we already know that his current accent isn’t the one he was born with so I’m assuming that it took a long time to develop from 1940s Gay British Pantomime to what he has now. But oh hello cracks, you keep getting bigger and bigger and I keep getting more and more worried. Is he sleeping yet? Eating properly?
  • The boy confirming that “at first the dreams were a gift” makes me so much more suspicious of Mona. I still adore her but the actress confirmed that the character is easily manipulated and I’m wondering whether she’s acting of her own accord or if she’s serving a higher purpose.
  • Hobbs’ concerned face when they were loading the boy into the ambulance was pure enough to cure cancer and also world hunger. Why can’t I just like assholes? Why do I always fall for the nice ones?
  • Someone needs to do a video edit of the Rowdy 3 coming through the portal set to The Boys Are Back In Town.
  • The fact that the Mage was so out of his depth in the scene with the wall mural throws out a lot of my previous theories? He looked threatened and actually scared and I’m not sympathetic in the slightest because he’s the major villain of the season. But I hate it when villains are unsettled because it always makes them 100% less predictable and more dangerous. That’s the exact opposite of what I wanted.
  • “I wanna fuck everybody here” oh man, I have never related so much to a single line in my entire life, how are they all so dang attractive?
  • And that’s why it was important that Hobbs deputized Farah, because he’s going to be out of commission for a few episodes (living in denial is a blast and a half, I can highly recommend it) and Farah’s finally going to show the world what she’s made of. Which is sugar and spice and fucking guns.
  • Rule one of questing, you guys: DON’T SPLIT THE FUCKING PARTY. Have none of you played Dungeons & Dragons?
  • I adored the Todd/Farah interactions and I’ll fight anyone to defend them.
  • Dirk on the dance floor looked like a cat having static balloons rubbed all over it, he was that uncomfortable. But also that conversation on the dancefloor was like someone went onto AO3 and pulled out everything we ever wanted, it was so nice to see them all having a nice time even if it took actual fucking sorcery to get them there. Max confirmed that it was indeed a love spell and oh, you beautiful tropical fish, it’s almost enough to make up for that final scene.
  • You could tattoo “it’s a lot of moving pieces and I’m getting overwhelmed” to my face and I’d thank you at this stage. But I’m fully here for Farah trying to explain away the boy’s violence with “he’s had a traumatic time” and Dirk rolling his eyes so hard they could be seen from space. Dirk’s had a lifetime of experimentation and trauma and christ, his coping mechanisms aren’t the best but you don’t see him trying to strangle anyone. Give the sunshine bean some more credit, guys.

The only thing giving me comfort right now is the thought of Friedkin’s face when he discovers that yet more subjects have disappeared into thin air.

Get wrecked, Friedkin. You weren’t even in that episode and I’m pissed at you.

i’m so tired but i can’t sleep because whenever i sleep i dream of you and i’m so tired of waking up crying.

the littlest things remind me of you, things i never expect to, and i break down in the middle of conversations with your name on my lips.

i wish you would say something - anything - to me, i’m desperate to know how you’re doing and if you’re okay, how your mom is and if your dog got any new toys.. or you could tell me to fuck off, tell me you hate me, and i would take if because this silence between us is killing me.

have you blocked my number or are you just ignoring me?

it hurts i don’t know how to make it stop hurting i can’t breathe i wanna die everything hurts so bad please help me if hurts

i just want to come home.

please let me come home.
—  texts i’ll never send
(cc, 2017)
Bruised and Battered Chapter 12

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Dean, I…” You started, the words catching in your throat. With a sigh, Dean started pacing the room, running his hands through his hair.

“Y/N, just spit it out okay? Save us the trouble of having to tiptoe past each other. You made your choice, and now you have to live with it.” He yelled at you, and you flinched from the fury in his words. “You could have stayed with me, but you chose them, and the pain they continued to cause you. And I have no idea why.”

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[[request prompt(s): Can I request a Drabble? I’d love if you wrote one for Peter in which he helps the reader through her insecurities because she doesn’t think she’s pretty due to scars from something like acne or something like that. + hey!!! congrats on 1000 followers! I was wondering if you can do a drabble with Peter Parker? like the reader has acne marks and sometimes she gets self-conscious about it, and when peter notices this, he just starts kissing her all over her face or some fluff like that??]]

I really wanted to do this prompt(s) and finally had the time to write it ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

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Insidious (3)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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It’s been a week since I’ve been living in Kai’s house. In all honesty, I thought that I would have a lot to complain about by now, but I didn’t. It wasn’t as bad as I initially thought it would be.

I’ve been keeping my word. I don’t ask him unnecessary questions and have given him no reason to be suspicious of me. I prepare breakfast every morning and dinner every night. I clean to keep my mind off things and since his house is really big, it keeps me busy. I’ve started to feel sort of like a live-in maid, but I’d prefer that term than being labelled a hostage.

As much as I feel safe in this house from the other gang that apparently wants my head, it’s not ideal for me to stay here. I don’t want to live like this for very long.

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  • “Give your Florian a little kiss now. A kiss for luck.” He swayed toward her.Sansa dodged the wet groping lips, kissed him lightly on an unshaven cheek, and bid him good night. It took all her strength not to weep
  • “Bless my steel with a kiss.” He extended the blade down to her. “Go on, kiss it.”He had never sounded more like a stupid little boy. Sansa touched her lips to the metal, thinking that she would kiss any number of swords sooner than Joffrey. 
  • “I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. 
  • Sansa wondered what Megga would think about kissing the Hound, as she had. He’d come to her the night of the battle stinking of wine and blood. He kissed me and threatened to kill me, and made me sing him a song.
  • “With this kiss I pledge my love,” the dwarf replied hoarsely, “and take you for my lady and wife.” He leaned forward, and their lips touched briefly.He is so ugly, Sansa thought when his face was close to hers. He is even uglier than the Hound.
  • “A king can have other women. Whores. My father did. One of the Aegons did too. The third one, or the fourth. He had lots of whores and lots of bastards.” As they whirled to the music, Joff gave her a moist kiss. “My uncle will bring you to my bed whenever I command it.”
  • Sansa tried to step back, but he pulled her into his arms and suddenly he was kissing her. Feebly, she tried to squirm, but only succeeded in pressing herself more tightly against him. His mouth was on hers, swallowing her words. He tasted of mint. For half a heartbeat she yielded to his kiss …
  • Lord Littlefinger kissed her cheek. “With my wits and Cat’s beauty, the world will be yours, sweetling. Now off to bed.”
  • He looked at her with Littlefinger’s eyes. “I’d sooner break my fast with a kiss.”A true daughter would not refuse her sire a kiss, so Alayne went to him and kissed him, a quick dry peck upon the cheek, and just as quickly stepped away.
  • Petyr put a finger under her chin. “That Royce glimpsed this pretty face I do not doubt, but it was one face in a thousand. A man fighting in a tourney has more to concern him than some child in the crowd. And at Winterfell, Sansa was a little girl with auburn hair. My daughter is a maiden tall and fair, and her hair is chestnut. Men see what they expect to see, Alayne.” He kissed her nose. 
  • Sweetrobin threw his skinny arms around her and kissed her. It was a little boy’s kiss, and clumsy. Everything Robert Arryn did was clumsy. If I close my eyes I can pretend he is the Knight of Flowers. 
  • As the boy’s lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.
  • I did not expect you back so soon,“ she said. "I am glad you’ve come.”“I would never have known it from the kiss you gave me.” He pulled her closer, caught her face between his hands, and kissed her on the lips for a long time. “Now that’s the sort of kiss that says welcome home. See that you do better next time.”“Yes, Father.” She could feel herself blushing.
  • It had fallen out just as Petyr said it would, the day the ravens flew. “They’re young, eager, hungry for adventure and renown. Lysa would not let them go to war. This is the next best thing. A chance to serve their lord and prove their prowess. They will come. Even Harry the Heir.” He had smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead. “What a clever daughter you are.”
  • “A beautiful bastard, and the Lord Protector’s daughter.” Petyr drew her close and kissed her on both cheeks. “The night belongs to you, sweetling, Remember that, always.”“I’ll try, father,” she said.

-Sansa and kisses

Gvnnin' for my Heart

Lynn Gvnn x reader
​Warnings: language, smut

​A/N: while researching I realized I’ve been pronouncing the band name wrong this entire time, oops! ​​​​

It’s been four years since you’ve heard from her, since her music took off and she moved away in her old, broken down car to find her way to fame.
You missed her, but you wanted her to do well in the world, so you gave your best wishes and let her go, not about to hold her back when you care so much about her.

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therealbanananahammock  asked:

What are your favorite zen master episodes? Both from earlier seasons and five/six

This is a blog run by lots of people, so I invite my partners to answer with their favorites too :) Mine (Nina/jacquelineshyde) would be:

  • Season 1, episode episode 18: Career Day. 
    I think this is the episode when we start noticing how similar Hyde and Jackie’s deeper wounds are. They both have absent parents and they both seek for advice and attention on more loving parents they know, The Formans. In this case, Red. Who also shows us he is truly a great dad. 

    That small smile Hyde gives Jackie when she goes under the car again is just adorable. I also love seeing Jackie working with cars, I wish this was something that had stayed with the show.
  • Season 1, episode 19: Prom Night. 
    This is when I started to ship them.

    Until this episode, Hyde’s characterization was horrible for me. I didn’t like him at all until this episode happened. Because he is shown as a person who cares and respects other people’s struggles and desires. He tries to help Jackie, not because she is his friend or because he likes her, but because he can’t stand her crying and knows it’s the right thing to do. 

    He later makes Kelso go back to her, even knowing his stupid friend may hurt her again, because in that moment is the right thing to do. We get to see a part of Hyde we didn’t until this episode, and I love that Jackie is the first character to bring up this charcterization from Hyde. It tells you a lot, and its curious due to how things go between them later ;) 

    While Jackie, we see her as a real human being here. She is sad, she struggles, she wants to enjoy something like any other teenager and she is going through a hard time. She’s vulnerable but also she is shown as th strong character she is. She walks and dances, and dress up beautiful for her prom even knowing she will be seeing Kelso. 

    The way she compliments Hyde, makes a good observation about herself and asks to mee his mother, tells you she is more than her shallow mask. It’s good to see that.

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try again {part i}


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A/N: This is part one of the angsty/emotional series I was talking about the other day. Feedback would be great. Let me know if you think I should continue it!!

Tears stung my eyes and my heart felt heavy in my chest. I should be used to this by now, but I’m not. I never will be. It’s so tiresome and heart wrenching.

Shawn sat beside me. He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my arm gently while we sat in the floor of our bathroom. He gingerly caressed my hair and kissed my forehead, attempting to soothe me. It was difficult to be soothed at this point, though.

“Darling, please don’t cry. We can try again.” he said sweetly, but his words irritated me. He didn’t understand what this was like for me, he never would. I tried not to sound angry when I spoke to him.

“That’s all we have been doing for the past two years, Shawn! It’s not going to work. It will never work. There is no trying again. We just need to face the fact that there’s something wrong with me and we can’t have a baby. We’re never going to have any children.” I spat out, I was surprised at how hurtful my words sounded.

“How do we know it’s you? It’s not necessarily because you can’t get pregnant.” Shawn said. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me, we don’t know.”

I looked at the pregnancy test setting on the bathroom counter. I thought about how many of those I had bought since Shawn and I had been married. Then I thought about how many of them ended up saying not pregnant, which sadly was the same number. It had gotten to the point where Shawn and I both got giddy whenever my period was just a day late. I knew now to never get my hopes up because I knew what it would say every time: not pregnant. My thoughts made my head throb and the crying only made it ache worse. I rested my head in my hands, trying to resist the pounding headache that was coming.

Shawn rubbed my back lovingly with his large hands. He soon left the floor and walked across the room, starting a bath. I hoped he made the water hot how I liked it. I smelled the rosemary and lavender bubble bath that I always used when I was upset. The loving gesture by Shawn made me want to smile, but I couldn’t. I stood up to walk over to the bathtub. I removed my clothes and sank into the water, which was steaming hot. Shawn had already went to our bedroom, leaving me for some alone time.

I took my time washing my hair. I needed to calm myself as much as possible and besides Shawn, a hot bath was the only thing that could soothe me like this. After washing my body and letting the water turn cold, I stepped out onto the towel Shawn had left on the floor and picked up the one he left for me to dry my body with. I subconsciously did my nightly routine and nearly fell asleep while doing so. I paced across the cold floor the crawl into bed with Shawn. Too tired to dry my hair, I went to bed with it wet and cold. Regardless of this, Shawn still cuddled me against his chest.

I glanced over at the clock to see it was around midnight already. I was exhausted but couldn’t fall asleep. I knew Shawn hadn’t fallen asleep either, because he still fidgeted while laying next to me.

“Thank you for starting a bubble bath for me.” I thanked him.

“No problem, did you enjoy it?”

“I loved it. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you earlier..” I trailed off, “I just get so frustrated.” Shawn nodded his head to tell me understood. His facial expression and his eyes told me he was listening to me, so I continued to talk.

“Some people don’t even want to have a baby and they do. You and I want a baby more than anyone does. We try for over a year, nearly two and we can’t have one.” My face now felt hot and prickly. Tears threatened to spill over once more and I did not stop them. “Before we even got engaged, we talked about what a big family we wanted and how exciting it would all be. We can’t even have one baby, not one, Shawn.”

At this point, I was sobbing and Shawn was holding me against his chest. He kissed my forehead and calmed me somewhat.

“Hey, look at me. Baby, look at me.” I looked up at him and he spoke quietly to me. “I’m not going to lie and tell you it’s okay because we both know it’s not. This is heartbreaking for the both of us. But we will find a way to make this work, we’ll find a way to have the family we have both always wanted, okay?”

“Okay.” I replied, but I didn’t believe it.

We said our goodnights then finally fell asleep. Tears stuck to my face as I fell asleep, but I was too comfortable in Shawn’s strong arms to wipe them away.

I awoke the next morning before Shawn. I didn’t get out of bed yet because I needed his comfort still. While waiting for Shawn to awake, I became lost in my thoughts. Wouldn’t this just be easier if we just told someone what we were going through? We could tell both of our parents, surely they would be some help if they knew. No, we cannot tell them. I don’t want anyone’s pity and I know Shawn doesn’t either.

It would be much easier to let some of our family know, but I loathe to be pitied. For now, we would just let everyone think we were waiting until Shawn’s career slowed down. In reality, we were willing to raise children even with Shawn’s hectic career and our chaotic lives.

As soon as Shawn and I knew we were completely in love with each other over six years ago, we began talking about our future together. Our future included buying an apartment together, getting married, travel the world together, and lastly, have children. Having children was the only thing on that list of our future that we hadn’t fulfilled yet. Sometimes, I think maybe we waited too late. We waited too long to get married and now either one of us or both of us aren’t at our ‘prime’ to have children.

No matter what was causing us to not be able to have a baby, I still dreamed of the pitter-patter of little feet running all around our house. I dreamed of first words and first birthdays and first steps. I dreamed of a house full of children. Shawn and I both wanted at least three, maybe more. I even yearned for the nights awake with Shawn, trying to calm our screaming newborn in the early hours of the morning. I wanted it all.

While Shawn slept so peacefully, I took in his gorgeous features and thought of how beautiful our children could be. They could have his dark hair and plump lips, my tan skin, both of our big, radiant brown eyes. I smiled, picturing how beautiful our children would be if we could ever have any, and began twirling my fingers through tufts of Shawn’s hair. He started to move then his eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he saw me playing with his hair.

“Morning, love.” he spoke in raspy voice before kissing my nose.

“Goodmorning.” I replied.

The next night while laying on the couch together, Shawn brought up the subject.

“So, what do you want to do about this?” he said. He didn’t even have to tell me because I knew ‘this’ meant not being able to conceive. I looked at him, trying to process what all of this even meant, what could we do?

“We could go to the doctor, they’ll probably run some tests to see if there’s some type of physical condition causing this. If not, they will probably send me for infertility treatments.” I spoke quietly. Shawn nodded.

“I’ll cancel the photo shoot I have tomorrow, we will go to the doctor tomorrow, sound good?”

“Okay.” I lied, but it didn’t sound good. I didn’t want to have my fears confirmed. I didn’t want them to tell us we couldn’t have children. Shawn and I ended up falling asleep on the couch that night. Partly because we were too comfortable to get up, but mostly because we were too exhausted.


// In which Antonio Alejandro Bartholomew IV wants the domestic life to grow //

part 4 of the sugar daddy series (part 1)

*Contains Mature Content*

part 5 is about to be on and poppinnnnn. see ya again soon - drea 🌖

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anonymous asked:

Love your prompts! Can I ask for Ladynoir + "Don’t forget the condoms!”

Thanks, Nonny! Enjoy! <3

“Don’t forget the condoms!”

“And coming in at number one on the list of things I never expected to hear you say,” Chat Noir grinned, holding up the bag of condoms.

Ladybug flushed. “This event is really important, and since we’re heroes and youngish people, the coordinator thought it would be a good idea for us to be the ones to hand out the condoms.”

“I’m not arguing the point that safe sex is important. I can just honestly say I would’ve never guessed we would be appearing at a rally promoting it.”

“It is a little weird, right?” she frowned. “I don’t actually want to do this at all. And the way the coordinator was talking like we’re almost too old for it. I’m only twenty-one!” She grabbed a few packets out of the bag and looked at them in irritation. “Not like I actually need these anyway.”

“Things not looking so hot on the dating front, my Lady?”

She shook her head. “There would have to be actual dating for it to be hot or not.”

“You could always date me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Chat Noir gaped after her, watching her walk into the crowd. “Wait! Ladybug, are you serious?!”

She turned after slipping a condom into a random waiting hand. “About what?”

“Dating me?”

“Why not? We’ve been partners and friends for years. I need more condoms.” She reached into the bag and pulled out another handful.

“Holy cats, I hope that’s not the last time you say that to me.”



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