i will give this a million tags i want everyone to see it

the worst thing about trying to decide to read a fic:

-horrible writing.

-the summary is good but the story is written in a different language or is badly written.

-opening it to find no spaces between the paragraphs.

-both your otp and notp is tagged and you have no clue if you want to take a risk or not.

-tagged major character death and you start sweating.

-hasn’t been updated in 80 years but the summary is on point and their the best fucking writer ever.

-you start reading only to find that the person updates every ten years and you just happened to catch them on a day they finally updated.

-you find a writer and check them out, only to find out they mostly write about your notp - and of course they always update, have perfect writing and have stories that are epic.

-stories with so many fucking tags, you just shake your head and move on.

-the “i suck at summaries please check it out still” and you just, pause because it has your otp and you debate whether or not to take the risk.

-you find a pairing you never considered before and think holy shit, that could be hot and spend all day hunting through the tag.

-you ship a pairing so fucking hard, only to find like two fics and you start weeping.

-when you find a perfect story only to check the tags and see some weird shit that disgusts you and you scream why.

-a fic with good writing and summary but it’s so short or is only fan-art.

-a crossover fic where you have both of your fandoms but don’t have both of otps, just one.

-one shots that are so good you wish they were longer.

-when your notp is tagged but it’s labeled as a past relationship or says your otp is endgame, and you have to go through the notp’s awkward breakup in order for your otp to happen.

-when someone doesn’t tag properly and a plot twist hits you and you want to cry.

-you finally find a great fic that has been updated and the last update says writes block, personal issues- can’t do this, asks for co-writer, discontinues it or says lol i hate how this is turning out, deleting.

-when a writer as twenty stories to update and you cry because you like all of them and you have to wait.

-when you remember a story from like five years ago and you search for it, only to find it’s been deleted or can’t seem to find it anywhere.

-when a writer gives you an update schedule and you’re excited because they follow it but then they start missing it and you just…

-when a writer deletes a story and rewrites the same story but you like the original better.

-when your reading a story about a rare pairing that interests and your otp hate each other or just friends and it’s just so weird to read.

-when one half of your otp is in another relationship and the other half shows up with someone else and then you remember, right i’m not reading a story about my otp so i can’t get mad.

-when your otp is popular but it’s not as popular as another ship in the fandom and you hate how the other ship as so much more stories than your ship.

-when you try to read an ot3 relationship because it has two characters you love but the other character is usually from your notp and you hate when your notp share moments.

-when you beg an author (usually one where they aren’t in the fandom really) to write more stories about your otp and they say maybe and it never happens.

-when the writer literally shits on your favorite character and you can’t go through it anymore.

-when your otp isn’t the main pairing and you don’t really care about the other pairings in the story and skip to your otp parts.

-when a story has a million words and it’s so good and you know that you will spend all day and night reading it until your eyes hurt.

-when a story have 200 parts to it and you lose all hope after a while because the story is dragging.

-when your otp is going through something and so many stories are filled with angst, fluff and hurt that it makes you cry because yup, i need to read about my pain for my otp.

-when the writer refuses to write the smut you been waiting for and your otp is stuck in unresolved tension mode forever.

-when the writer unexpected changes the story’s events and you are disappointed by the direction.

-when you find a great au and the characters are so out of character… it makes you sad.

-when you open a fic only to find you hate the point of view and you scream.

-when you request a prompt and the author writes it but you are disappointed and just smile through the pain.

-when you have such a good idea in your head and you try to write it but it’s so bad that you delete it and cry, hoping someone else writes the brilliant idea that you had.

-when you don’t ship something anymore but see a great plot and you click the story and take a deep breath - because shit is about to go down.

-when you reading a great story but get distracted and skip some parts, shit goes down in between and then you think fuck, and have to start over.

-when it’s tagged “slow burn” and you say i can do this and it’s chapter 30 and my ship still hate each other like what.

-when the author says this is their first time writing smut and you think on god they better do this right - only to find out they writing eight pages on your otp making love. like yes.

-when the smut is so rushed or improper you feel cheated and log off because done. like so done.

-when it’s tagged “everyone lives” and your eyes water because that’s all you ever wanted in life.

-when the author leaves a cliffhanger and says in the author’s note “lol sorry about the cliffhanger, i’ll update soon”. you ain’t sorry, stop lying.

-when you see that the story is complete and do a happy dance, only to realize that it ended badly or the sequel/series hasn’t been updated.

Jealous much

(A/N): I decided why the hell not do a poly relationship?

Request:  Can you do an imagine where the reader loves Bucky/Steve, but he has a girlfriend and when the reader decides to move on he gets jealous or something ? ( please make it angst at first and then really fluffy at the end ) thank you 😊

Warnings: jealous super soldiers, swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018,  @holland-toms,  @superwholockian309@fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by marvxl-trash

   You sip at your drink sadly, your spirits had been depleted hours ago and all you wanted to do was go to your room and sleep until Sunday but seeing as how this was Bucky’s 100th birthday that would be rude. So now here you were, drinking all alone in the corner of Tony’s bar as everyone danced and had a fan-fucking-tastic time, or more specifically Bucky and Steve.

   You wanted to growl in annoyance when you looked over at the rugged super soldiers, all tall and thick and- God no, you needed to stop thinking like that. They were your teammates for Christ’s sake and here you were, ogling at them. It’s not like it would ever work out anyways…they had girlfriends and damn good looking ones too. Steve had Sharon, beautiful, slender, badass Sharon and Bucky had some girl named Dot, some cute curly red haired, green eyed innocent little thing and well- you had no one but yourself and a bottle of scotch.

   With a dry chuckle you drink another shot, allowing the burning liquid to soothe your pain.

   You had no right to be jealous, they were never yours to begin with, what made you feel entitled enough to dictate who they dated or fell in love with? The last one sticks to your tongue, making the burning in your throat a million times worse.

   What if Bucky and Steve both fell in love with someone other than you? What if they settled down, finally started a family, and you never got the chance to tell them how much you loved them? Tears begin to pinprick your eyes but you refuse to let them fall, this was a joyous occasion, it was Bucky’s big one hundred for fucks sake, you couldn’t cry now but you could drown your sorrows in your lovely scotch. You take another swig of the burning liquid, allowing it to simmer in your mouth before gliding down your throat, leaving an even more unpleasant burning feeling. You cough a but, trying to rid your throat of the horrid burning when suddenly there’s a hand upon your shoulder, grasping it gently.

   “Heya,” You look back only to come face to face with a stranger- but a rather attractive one at that. “I’m Brent,” You smile to the best of your ability, cringing lightly at yourself.

   “I’m (Y/N),”

   “(Y/N)’s a very pretty name,” You blush a bit. God, you were blushing, how sad are you?

  “Thank you,”

   “So um- I saw you over here drinking scotch alone and I thought maybe you’d like to go dancing with me?” You let your eyes linger on the man, brown hair, blue eyes, a gorgeous jaw and the perfect height; he was like the love child of Steve and Bucky himself and you were more than attracted to him.

   “I can’t promise I won’t step on your feet,” Brent chuckles as he takes your hand in his, gingerly as possible as though you were made of porcelain.

   “A few broken toes is no big deal,” You laugh as you make your way to the dance floor, the intoxicating music slowly starting to get to you. All around people were dancing, some more reserved but for the most part everyone was grinding on each other, having a damn good time and well- you deserved to have a damn good time too. Immediately Brent’s hands settle upon your waist as you slowly begin to move to the best of the music. A little grind here, a little grind there. Before you know it the two of you are practically dry humping and amidst other people as well. It felt so dirty but it felt oh so right too. You bite your lip as you allow yourself to succumb to the moment, to let yourself finally be free of anything other than Brent’s hands upon your waist and the way his cock ever so deliciously-

   “(Y/N).” There was a dangerous growl, low and throaty and more than intimidating. You slowly open your eyes, feeling rather drunk on the music and Brent, and you slowly focus in on the two figures ahead of you, each one with their arms folded over their chest in an almost defensive manner. “(Y/N), can we talk to you? In private-” It was Bucky. It was Bucky and Steve both standing there, staring at you disapprovingly. Oh god- what had you done? What was wrong? Did they somehow did out about your love for them? Or maybe it was something worse?

   A million thoughts start swimming through your mind as you slowly step away from Brent, giving him a soft apology before stepping up to the two super soldiers.

   Their gaze upon you was scary, a dark almost predatory like look to them. You’d seen this look a thousand times before, usually directed at Tony or some enemies but never you. God- to get them to look at you like that meant you had to have done something horrible. Guess you’d be finding out in a few minutes… 


   The elevator ride up to Bucky and Steve’s shared floor was tense, with one soldier on either side of you, making you feel small and rather childlike. There was an almost angry air surrounding the two of them and it scared you more than anything.

   You replayed the last week in your mind, trying to figure out what you had done wrong. You had done all your training sessions, every mission was a success, you had bought Bucky a birthday present; what else was there that you could have messed up? Your throat runs dry as the elevator dings and both soldiers make their way out, thus forcing them out with you.

   “You guys-” your voice is shy and timid at best. “What’s going on? Why are you so angry?” Both Steve and Bucky chuckle, shaking their heads as though they were amused.

   “You really don’t know why were angry?” Bucky’s tone sends shivers down your spine, and not the pleasant kind either.

   “N-no,”

   “How about the fact you were essentially fucking some stranger right on the dance floor, does that ring a bell?” Steve’s tone is just as dark and it scares you more than anything else.

   “I-I’m sorry, everyone else was doing it, I-I thought it was okay,”

   “All that man was trying to do was get down your pants,” For some reason now is when your nerves return, full force at that too. You went from scared and helpless to confident and angry in only a matter of seconds.

   “And why do you care Rogers? Maybe you should focus less on me and more on that girlfriend of yours,” Steve growls as he suddenly lunges for you, pinning you to the wall behind you.

   “What if I don’t want anyone down these pants, hmm? What if I want you all to myself, ever thought of that?” You gulp as you look at Steve, at the dark look upon his face and the intimidating look in his eyes. “What if Bucky wanted you, what then? What if we both want you but you’re too fucking oblivious to all our attempts?” You look to Bucky who shares the same look with Steve, dark and intimidating.

   His words don’t even set in for a few moments as you play them over and over again in your head, mulling each word, syllable, and vowel meticulously.

   "Wait…you both- you both want me?”

   “Fuck yes,” Bucky growls, his voice lower than you had ever heard. “Wanted you since the moment we laid eyes on you doll,” You squirm withing Steve’s grasp, looking between the two men uncomfortably. It wasn’t exactly nice to be pinned by Steve or to have him and Bucky glaring straight daggers at you.

   “What about Sharon and dot?”

   “No,” Bucky shakes his head. “They don’t count- they’re not you, they’re not as special,” You gulp as Steve’s face looms over you, his rather scary gaze only making your heart rate increase.

   “This isn’t some kind of sick joke?” You whisper timidly, a bit too scared to know the answer. If Bucky and Steve were lying that meant a world of heartache for you but if they said yes that meant a million other things- two personal furnaces to keep you warm at night, more coffee to make in the mornings, more love to share and receive-

   “No, how many times do we have to say that we want you (Y/N)?” Steve’s voice is right beside your ear, sending almost pleasurable sparks up your spine.

   You sigh shakily as his words finally set in, Bucky and Steve wanted you, the two men you’d fallen in love with wanted you just as much as you wanted them. Steve goes to say something else, his lips in a near snarl when you pounce upon him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him tightly. The man must have been thoroughly taken back by your sudden moves but only a moment passes before he’s melting into your embrace, any trace of anger having immediately been wiped from his system.

    “You can get in on this too Bucky,” You mumble from your place in Steve’s neck. There’s an almost disbelieving chuckle and suddenly another pair of arms wrap around you, making the hug that much better. Bucky’s head nuzzles against yours and your unable to stop the happy chuckles that falls from your lips as Bucky sweetly kisses your lips, soothing any nerves or fear you previously had.

   “Save some for me Barnes,” Steve chuckles as Bucky breaks away, licking his lips deliciously. Without a moment to waste Steve kisses you, his lips just as soft and sweet as Bucky’s. at this point you felt high on whatever was in the air right now, lust? Love? Whatever it was you were definitely feeling it but the sudden thump of music floors below you pulls you out if your almost high. You pull away from Steve, much to his dismay.

   “Bucky, what about your party?” Bucky smirks as he takes your hand, gently guiding you out of Steve’s embrace and down a hall.

   “I was thinking we could have a little party Of our own,” The soldier gives you a little flirtatious wink.

   “But what about everyone else and-”

   “What birthday boy wants birthday boy gets, right?” You nod your head, biting your lip. “And I want you naked and on my bed in a minute, you Better be ready for us doll,” Bucky smirks as he gives your ass a light smack as you walk into his bedroom, more like jump into the room due from the almost heart attack Bucky caused you. “One minute doll,” Bucky gives you one last wink as he closes the door, leaving you to get ready for not only him but Steve as well.

   You bite your lip as your fingers tremble to remove your shirt. You didn’t even know what you were to Bucky and Steve, special, you knew that much but that was it, there was nothing else to go on. But one thing was for certain at this point; this was going to be one hell of a night.

~Extended ending~

    Two pairs of arms wrapped around your waist snugly, two warm chest pressed against you, one to your front and one to your back. You hum softly as you nuzzle into the closest body; Steve. His warmth radiated off his body in waves, overtaking the freezing room and keeping you more than warm. Bucky was pressed behind you, his scruffy face nuzzled into your neck, his breath gently hit your skin as he breathed in and out.

   You groan softly as you try to stretch your limbs but with two super soldiers glued to you that was kind of hard.

   “Bucky- Steve,” You poke each man’s cheek in an attempt to wake them up. “Come on, I gotta go make breakfast,”

   “You don’t have to make breakfast,” Bucky whispers into your neck as he pulls you a little closer. Apparently a poke to his cheek had been enough to wake him up unlike Steve who was now burrowing into your chest like a dog or cat of sorts. “You can lay in bed with us for the rest of the day,” You smile softly as Bucky kisses your ear, his lips barely fluttering against your skin.

   “So no coffee or bacon?”

   “There’s that pancake house down the road, once Steve gets his lazy ass up we’ll go there, sound good?” You go to reply when suddenly an equally sleepy voice penetrates the air, making both you and Bucky chuckle softly.

   “I’m awake you ass,” it was times like these, when the three of you could simply be- no worry of the media or the other avengers, no worry about hydra or aliens from other dimensions- that you realized you loved your boys more than anything in the world.

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 7)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,001

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

A/N: After listening to Beach Weather’s ‘Swoon’ and ‘Sex, Drugs, Etc.’ on an endless loop, I finally managed to write this update. Also, sending my love to @lovellylittlelonely for giving me feedback on this :)

Originally posted by satanshideaway

Residing in the darkness, you stood quietly as everyone around you swayed to the music booming through the speakers, the melodies pulsing in your ears. Watching the performance, you spotted Viz behind the drums while he played the set with his bandmates. You figured your friends were near the front to get a better view with Wanda’s insistence. You knew she was determined to see her man up close. 

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Heat of the Moment - Part 1: Rebound

Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader

Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut   

Word count: 1200ish

A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.

2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.

Thanks a billion to @teenage-internet-recluse for betaing this for me on super short notice.

Masterlist

You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.

You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.

You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any just happy fluffy (I don't mind if smutty or nah) established relationship sterek just nice and derek is happy yay pls

AND

Anonymous said:Hey so I just had a really crappy prom experience so I could use some fics, can you give me some established fics with sterek? An update maybe? Thank you you guys really helped me get through this.

I’m sorry about your prom. But hopefully this fluffy list will help. And here’s the tag for more. 

Originally posted by girlmeetssterek

Ephemeral by thegirlgrey

(1/1 I 2,100 I Teen)

Stiles has a weird reaction to his anesthesia. He wakes up with temporary amnesia. The resulting video gets 1 million hits on YouTube in 6 hours. (Beyoncé can suck it.)

Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller

(1/1 I 2,699 I Teen)

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

boys will be boys by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 1,309 I General)

Schedule a parent-teacher conference with the Hales at your own risk.

Let me take care of you by LillianDeLooney

(1/1 I 3,434 I Mature)

Stiles is six months pregnant with Derek’s babies when his mate gets home as a teenager, somehow having gotten de-aged again. Their mate bond is still strong, however, and all Derek wants to do is take care of Stiles…

When the Sky Fills With Rain by BarlowGirl

(1/1 I 5,205 I Explicit)

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You know I can shop for myself, right?”

“I know you can,” Stiles said. “But I don’t think you will. So we’re gonna go to Walmart and get you a couple packs of tank tops ’cause you look really hot in those and some more t-shirts and Henleys and basically whatever you need, and I’m going to stare at you and maybe drool a little while you try them on. And then we can go to wherever you usually buy jeans and I’m going to stare at your ass while you try those on.”

“Good to know,” Derek said dryly.

Stiles grinned. “Yup. And then you can wash them in my washing machine and leave them on my couch until they stop smelling like strangers and smell like us.”

Derek absolutely did not turn red.

Or: 5 Times Stiles Took Care of Derek and One Time Derek Took Care of Stiles.

When Nothing Else Works by hannah_baker

(1/1 I 5,915 I Teen)

Sheriff Stilinski is slowly and begrudgingly accepting the fact that werewolves exist, regular bad things still do happen sometimes, and his son may or may not be dating Derek Hale behind his back.

Or, the one where having Derek Hale in his bed is the only way Stiles can get to sleep. Much to his father’s annoyance.

Puppy Separation Anxiety by KaliopeShipsIt

(2/2 I 9,188 I General)

Derek and Stiles’ three year old daughter is completely fine with Derek dropping her off at Pre-K, but has a separation anxiety induced meltdown every time Stiles does.

Naturally, Derek jumps to conclusions that couldn’t be farther from the truth if he’d tried.

The One with the Kiss Cam by nerdfightingwhovian

(1/1 I 9,224 I Teen)

While at a hockey game, which was totally Stiles’s idea, the cameramen behind the Kiss Cam think Erica and Stiles are together. Derek, right next to Stiles, has to intervene on the behalf of his mate.

Also, there might or might not be a homophobic couple who start screaming at our werewolfy hero. He also might or might not give them the cold Hale stare.

Excerpt:
“We were all wondering if we could go see a hockey game. Erica and I really love to watch hockey, and Boyd finds it fascinating, mainly because it makes Erica blood thirsty, and their sex life is really weird. And Danny likes it and so does Kira, and she’s single and ready to mingle after her last boyfriend turned out to be less than ideal. Isaac is pretty much interested in anything that will guarantee him getting laid. And Scott and Allison just want to use the cold rink as an excuse to cuddle. And Lydia will jump at any chance to do more match and basically show off her brain to everyone within hearing distance.”
“What about Jackson.”
“Fuck Jackson.” And yeah, Derek should have expected that.

you break the mountain down by runphoebe

(1/1 I 10,655 I Explicit)

Stiles is pretty sure that it’s not normal to have a sexual awakening six years into a relationship. He’s pretty sure that’s supposed to happen at the beginning and not, you know, after you already have a mortgage together.

Stiles and Derek have been together for six years when Stiles graduates from college and moves back to Beacon Hills.

This Is Your Life, Derek Hale! by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(7/7 I 23,699 I Explicit)

I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he’s like that for like…a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it’s just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out…because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were’s can’t?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno…just…de-aged daddy Derek that’s mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by MereLoup

(4/4 I 82,981 I Explicit)

Derek spent too much time, walking amongst the ashes of his life and refusing to move on into the future; refusing to move past the anguish. But somewhere along the way he found purpose, rebuilt this house, found his mate, and he realized that this didn’t have to be the end, that he could continue the legacy of the Hale pack and carry on the traditions and rebuild his life. And now, in this house, with his pack, he was beginning the next generation of the Hale Pack with the most incredible mate he could have ever dreamed of.

Taking a break from finals studying! I wrote this one shot where none of the Red Queen characters can get a jar open, and basically, everyone just slowly gets angrier and more annoyed.

Takes place sometime in the second half of King’s Cage at the Scarlet Guard camp. Enjoy!

A loud thud followed by a distraught “UGH” is what brought Mare into the kitchen that morning.

“Here Gis, I’ll do it,” she says, reaching for the jar that was in her sister’s hand.

Gisa shuts the sink off and lets out another huff. “I swear I’ve been trying to open this for twenty minutes.”

“Oh come on, now your just being dramatic,” she says with a smile.

“Mare calling someone else dramatic?” Kilorn says, walking into the room. “The irony…”

She fixes him with a glare and debated punching him for that. Before she could get violent, she gives the jar a twist and unknowingly started what would be an infamous story for years to come in the Scarlet Guard camp.

“Damn, that IS stuck!”

“Let me try,” the fish boy says.

“No just give me- a second- I almost-”

“Yeah, looks like it,” Kilorn says, laughing at her aggravated expression. “Give it to me.”

Mare scowls, but hands it to him with a sigh.

“All that training with Mr. Perfect Prince and- you can’t even- op- shit.” The lid didn’t budge.

“Ha ha,” she teases.

“Told you,” Gisa sighs.

“Give it to me let me try it ag-” Mare starts to say, but gets cut off by Kilorn.

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Our Kind of Love (Part 1/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!


I want a goofy smile when I walk in the room kind of love.

You were a lucky girl, and everyone knew it.  You had the perfect guy.  You were the girl who had Steve Rogers.  You had met Steve at the veteran’s hospital where you were volunteering.  All the nurses immediately fawned over Steve each one trying to get the handsome super soldier’s attention.  He only had eyes for you though.  

While the rest of the girls were batting their eyelashes and tossing their hair, you were playing cards with a group of sergeants who fought in Vietnam.   Your laughter caught Steve’s attention and he found himself drawn to the woman who could have cared less that he was in the room.  To say the other girls were shocked when he asked to join your group, was an understatement.

Why the hell would Steve Rogers, a man who had the perfect super soldier body and handsome looks want anything to do with a woman who had more bumps and curves than any other woman in the whole hospital.  At least that is how you saw yourself.  You had wide hips and a tummy that was anything but flat, people would say her face is gorgeous, she would look amazing if she just lost some weight.  

None of that mattered to Steve.  All that mattered to him was the fact that you glanced up, gave him a smile, and turned your attention back to the three sergeants in front of you.  After prying himself away from the numerous women around him, he asked if he could join your game.  After two hours of cards, Steve had asked for your number and secured a date with you.

You were frankly in shock when he asked for your number.  Glancing at Charlie, your favorite sergeant, he smiled at you encouragingly and gave you a wink.  You gave Steve you number and a shy grin before telling the boys that you would see them next week and made your way home.  You had no idea that he would actually call you, but he did.

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YOUSEF/SANA FANFICTION RECS MASTERPOST

Hello! I know you’re probably confused as to why an Evak fics recs blog is posting a Yousana masterpost right now… At first I only meant to reply to an anon’s request for a few fics, but then it kinda turned into this, so I hope y’all don’t mind. I think we all are in the need for some kind of glimmer of hope and light in the form of fluffy fics right now anyway. 

The list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics and will be updated over time, so make sure to like/bookmark it.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ” 

All the fics can be found under the cut. Have fun.

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Secrets Never Keep Around Here

Steve Rogers/ Reader

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Words: 1,025

Summary: The moment you began to see color wasn’t the only wild thing to happen to you.

Request: okay I’ve had this idea but like soulmate AU [where you can’t see color until you meet your s/o]. Steve found his soulmate randomly on a run one day bUt he keeps her a secret bc he doesn’t want anyone bothering her or anything and he’s always making lame excuses to leave the tower to see her secretly but one day he slips with the avengers and everyone’s like “whEn DiD tHis Happen” and they all meet her and she’s so tiny next to Steve and fluff ensues

Tagging: @kwaiky

Requested by: Anonymous

Author’s note: u ever sit in a dark room while eating m&ms? it’s a surreal experience. also, my bad


You are so damn lucky that you got out of bed early this morning to go jogging.

For as long as you can remember, you never knew color. Your whole life was basically black, white, and grey. You remained optimistic as your friends began to see color while your vision stayed colorless. Such a dreary life it had been before you saw him.

And he saw you.

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born and raised - shawn mendes imagine

A/N: so hi. this was requested (spending time with shawn’s family) - i hope you like it. the title’s not all that specific but i was listening to the song whilst writing this - it’s by john mayer. it’s my favourite of the three i’ve posted so far, i hope you like it too!! request anything here - also if you wanna give me feedback please do. i’d appreciate it so much!!

word count: 1,265

Your name: submit What is this?

It was only a few months ago that you’d really gotten to know the Mendes family, necessarily, after spending a full week with them in the bus as the tour made its different stops. You were up close and personal, to say the least; and now, while Karen and Manny treat you like one of their own, Aaliyah treats you like the sister she never had. It’s comfortable. And - frankly - comforting when you can Facetime his sister because he’s too busy.

You and Aaliyah are sharing the gigantic beanbag in Shawn’s living room when he walks in. You’re watching some funny cat video compilation on your laptop, which you’ve put in between you; neither of you look up until he clears his throat, and you hit pause. He’s leaning against the door frame in a hoodie and sweats, arms folded, looking overly pleased with himself.

“What do you want?” Aaliyah snaps, and your eyes widen.

“Liyah!” you say, and you nudge her, laughing.

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Bound to Happen (Part 4), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,444

Author’s Note: Alright, I know this is no ‘try to assassinate Charlie, also happens to shoot Josh’ kind of drama, but this is the closest I could get with this setting. This covers the Rosslyn shooting events and a bit of what follows (the flashback Josh has of his father dying). Hope you enjoy and that it’s not too angsty.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Death and a broken wrist.

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Usually a call from an unknown number in the middle of the afternoon on your day off would elicit a curse and a hard press to the decline button.

As your phone buzzed in your hand you couldn’t help but feel like you needed to answer it. Sighing as your thumb pressed quickly against your screen, you answered with your typical professional greeting.

“We are contacting you because you were listed as an emergency contact for a Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

The phone nearly fell from your hands. As they blabbered on about the location and his condition your mind could only tell you one thing.

Get to Lin.

You snatched your purse from the rack by your door, forcing on the first matching pair of shoes your frantic hands could find. You were out the door and hailing a cab before you were even off the phone.

You never felt more cheesy 90′s drama-esque, sprinting down a long hallway of the emergency room trying to find anything that resembled a receptionist’s desk.

Three nurses were perched around a few computers, typing away as they gossiped about doctors and patients like they were straight from Grey’s Anatomy. Panting for breath, you caught the eye of the first one.

“Can we help you?” He asked, voice strong and level.

“I got a call.” You nearly weeped, trying to steady your breath. “Lin-Manuel Miranda.” You managed, using the desk to steady your legs.

He smiled, let out the smallest laugh and you nearly reached over to slap him for mocking your worry.

“I’m sorry, they didn’t tell you over the phone?” The other nurses hushed as he spoke, wanting to know everything to know about the hysterical girl who stormed into their emergency room. “Broken wrist, nothing to worry about. The painkillers prescribed requires someone else to check him out and he specifically requested you.”

You collapsed against the desk, head lightly banging against the smooth surface. Your unshed tears immediately dried and were replaced with a sense of relief.

“I’ll show you to his room.” He grabbed a chart and moved around the desk, giving you a very nice look at him.

“Y/N!” Lin cheered happily as you approached, you glared as you stormed past the nurse, giving Lin a few good slaps to his shoulder, “Hey!”

You are stupid and dumb and an idiot and I can’t believe you!

The nurse stood back, stifling a laugh which was silenced when you turned your heavy gaze on him.

“It’s nothing, It’s a broken wrist!”

“You had me scared half to death, sprinting through the city streets!”

“I was gonna call my mom but I didn’t worry her-”

“So you call me to worry me?” You found home in the visitor’s chair perched next to his bed. “How did this happen?”

His shrug was enough of an answer, you wouldn’t be getting that story for awhile, and you weren’t about to force it from him.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” You pushed yourself from the chair and into his arms, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, “Usnavi is gonna look so stupid with a cast.” You mumbled, a smile cracking across your face when you felt the rumbling of his laugh against you.

You only needed to sign a few papers and listen to the doctor drone on about the treatment plan. The nurse walked you through some things, standing just a bit too close for your liking.

You flipped to the final page, hand moving to flourish your signature.

“I noticed under your relationship to the patient, it was listed as ‘co-worker’.” He started, just as Lin made it out of the room with the doctor in tow. “So there’s nothing romantic-”

“Dude, does it look like I’m remotely in the mood to be hit on right now?” Your hand pressed the pen down harder as you practically carved your signature into the desk. “Can we go?” You asked Lin, who smirked and nodded.

You thanked the doctor and refused to meet the eye of the nurse, hustling down the hallway with Lin meeting you stride for stride. You could feel his gaze on you, and you glanced over to see him beaming in your direction.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just like it when you reject losers who are clearly not worth your time.”

“Don’t think for one second that you are out of the clear, Lin-Manuel Miranda.” He winced at the harsh delivery of his full name, “We’re gonna have to sit down with Tommy and Andy and the producers and lawyers and everyone in Puerto Rico just to come to the conclusion that you’re dumb.”

He nodded, deciding he more than likely deserved the verbal beat down you were giving him, though he would feel better about it if his wrist wasn’t itching so badly.

“But you were pretty worried about me.” He pointed out as you approached the exit, “That definitely means you’re in love with me.” He grinned as you made it back to the street, ready to stuff him in a cab and return to your much deserved day off.

You hummed a response to fill the silence, waving your arm to catch the attention of the first driver you could.

“Really, Y/N.” His free hand moved to brush your arm. “Thanks for coming, I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I just-” You started, the panic settling back into your stomach, “I really thought something horrible had happened to you and maybe if I worked today you’d be fine-” His arms were around you again, pulling you close.

He shushed your whimpers, his lips hovering by your ear, whispering quiet reminders.

I’m here. Nothing’s gonna happen. Everything’s okay.

Suddenly his shirt was soaked with tears you didn’t want spilling.

It’s not your fault.


Opening weekend of In the Heights was one of the most frantic of Lin’s life. Interviews and parties and spotlights all shined on him and the cast that surrounded him.

The only reason he was able to stay at all grounded was you.

With a strict schedule and a million deadlines, you were his lifeline. He depended on you to remind him to breath in and out and everything else.

The only true time you spent apart was when he was on stage (I’m sure I can figure something out? Just hide under the bodega counter and read my lines to me!) and when he went home to sleep.

Even then, it was constant texts and emails with reminders and not-so-gentle suggestions for him to eat.

After their third official performance he led the cast offstage and readied himself to walk the familiar path back to his dressing room where you would surely be waiting for him.

He was surprised to see you waiting just off stage, not typing furiously on your Blackberry or taking frantic notes that he couldn’t really read.

He realized you were crying.

“What’s going on?” This was met with a choked sob.

“It’s your grandfather, Lin.”

He never needed you more than in that moment and the days that followed. It would be another few performances before he passed, and he was never able to get through ‘Alabanza’ without choking down his sobs for a month after.

You found a picture of them together when Lin lived in Puerto Rico for a summer and taped it up on his dressing room mirror.

Everyone offered their condolences to him, not certain of what else they could offer.

You certainly didn’t know what he needed - and he never asked for anything. All you could do was make sure you were waiting for him off stage, absent of anything business related, just to be there for him.

Lin never spoke of his grandfather’s death to you, he would only tell stories about him that were a bit hazy from the years.

It was the first time you had seen Lin face death up close. After, you watched Lin continue to be non-stop, death but a motivator to continue living.


He insisted you spend the day together - as if you hadn’t spent the previous day and will spend the next day attached at the hip. You obliged as he pulled away, the brush of his cast reminding you to cherish every second you had with him.

“Come on. With all the shit I put you through, the least I can do is buy you lunch.” With a laugh, your tears were wiped away and forgotten as he hailed a cab for the both of you. His loud whistle had a taxi pulled up in a second. “Where do you want to go?”

“Wherever you do.”

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Alone (Negan x Reader)

Originally posted by princessblackwhite

Summary: You are on your own, surviving until you come across a man with a wired bat in his hand.

Part 2: Not Alone   Part 3: Never Alone

Warnings: Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Swearing.

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Dear Jughead Jones

Jughead x Reader

In which the reader writes a series of letters to her best friend over the course of their senior year in high school, but doesn’t know if she’ll ever send them.

Warnings: mentions of depression, swearing

Word Count: 1,060

A/N: You might have to think and fill in the lines with this one, I hope that’s okay. This one is very personal to me, written in another journal entry type format. (And this actually fits as a perfect part two to “A Journal of Thoughts” but they work separately on their own as well)

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Dear Jughead Jones,

Emotions are fucked up.

I gave advice to Betty today, and it was to acknowledge how you’re feeling and to admit what you’re feeling to yourself in order to move on and learn from experience. Cause you see, she told me she broke up with you today.

I guess I should probably move on too.

Move on from the murder, move on from my past.

I was sad.

I was mad.

I was upset at anything and everything.

I was upset for a long time.

But then I found my way back… to you.

I found a best friend.

And now I’m happy.

I’m allowed to be happy.

And I need to admit that to myself.


Dear Jughead Jones,

I’ve been obsessed with the idea of love for a very long time. It’s always been there, this need to have a boyfriend or someone to crush on, because that’s all I knew growing up. From the 2nd grade to the 7th grade I had a crush on Archie Andrews. It was always there, no matter what.

Then he broke my heart. We had never even dated but just like that he ripped it out and shattered it into a million pieces.

I was lost… but I healed. I moved on.

But I was still obsessed with the idea of love.

Maybe I read too many books.

Maybe I watched too many movies.

Maybe I was too sheltered.

Or maybe I just wasn’t confident.

A lot has happened this past year and I think I’ve finally started accepting who I am.

I’ve become more confident in the things I do and I know I don’t need a man’s love to be happy.

My friends make my happy.

Singing makes me happy.

Writing makes me happy.

You make me happy.

I have all the love I could ever need right in front of me I don’t have to be crushing on someone all the time.

I have to just take life as it comes and stop worrying about boys so much, because it’s the second semester of senior year and goddamnit, I’m going to make the most out of it and enjoy it without any drama.

These are only my beginning chapters, I still have my whole life ahead of me, after all.


Dear Jughead Jones,

Why can’t my life be a contemporary love novel? Everyone always ends up happy.

I have to return to real life once I’ve finished reading.

It’s not fair.

Am I not likeable? Is that it?

Does it have to do with my appearance?

My personality? My interests?

I don’t get it.

I mean, I’m not dumb, so I’m not going to change myself for anyone, but I don’t understand why I’m so unappealing.

I’m not sure if anyone has ever liked me, except maybe Kevin, but he doesn’t even really count. Ugh.

I’m better off chasing fantasies of getting together with you.

Cute, funny, and unattainable. Just the way I like them, apparently.

Having fantasies of unattainable yet attainable guys helps me ignore my ever-present loneliness and single-ness.

I can’t live through books all the time.

Don’t judge me.


Dear Jughead Jones,

I think you’ve been ignoring me and I don’t know why.

You haven’t messaged me as much lately and I’m probably reading way too far into it but I’ve just been getting these weird vibes. I should probably ask you if you’re okay, especially after that poem you read in english today.

It was about depression and I couldn’t help but feel like I should say something.

Am I being too clingy?

The answer is probably yes.

I’ll just leave it alone for a few days.

I’m overthinking this, aren’t I?


Dear Jughead Jones,

Feelings are hard to explain. They’re complicated and confusing and no one really knows what causes them.

Feelings can change, or they can become stronger.

Ethyl complimented me on my confidence level yesterday, said she wished she was able to be as confident as I am and it made me realize how much I’ve grown as a person. If you met me two years ago I would not be the same person you see today.

She asked me how I did it and I couldn’t give her a straight answer. It just kind of happened. I’m still insecure in a lot of things, my body and my social skills and my past.

If someone is going to love me, though, they are going to love me for who I am, not someone I’m supposed to be.

Which brings me back to feelings.

Along with all of the song lyrics I have rattling around in my brain, there’s one thought that keeps popping into my mind:

Do I like you?


Dear Jughead Jones,

Why do I let people consume me?

Why do I let myself believe people care?

I don’t know if I’ll ever let myself believe that a boy could love me and only me.

I’m not sure it’s possible.

I have to learn to love myself first, I know, but that’s so hard when you feel alone.

Fuck.

Why am I so emotional all of the time?

Is there something wrong with me?

Why can’t I think logically without overthinking?

Why can’t I get over things quicker?

Why do I have an obsessive way of thinking?

Why can’t I stop thinking about you when you clearly don’t think about me nearly as much?

Why do I care?

God, I’m an idiot.


Dear Jughead,

You’re never going to see this. And if you do, well then fuck me, right?

We’re messaging right now over some dumb english project but there are some things I need to tell you, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the chance:

I want you to have all of the happiness you deserve.

I’m sorry I ever doubted you.

You’re an amazing writer… and kisser.

I regret not getting to know the real you sooner.

I regret not admitting my feelings sooner

I am very protective of you now, more than you could ever know.

You’re cute… all the time.

Like seriously stop being cute.

You look hot when you dress up.

You make me happy.

Thank you for being someone I can trust, and for being there.

Thank you for taking me to senior prom.

Thank you for just… knowing.


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Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack (5/? | 12,854 | R)

“Stiles, I’ll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He’s a difficult person to live with, so I won’t sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job,” Laura explained.

Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.

Taking Care by LoveActually_rps (1/1 | 3,413 | NC17)

Derek had returned from a conference where the new CEO, Mr Stiles Stilinski, took over his company in a so called meeting where all the white collared, richly clothed shareholders - assholes - voted against Derek. He hadn’t even waited for a final handshake with the new owner. He knew, he’d never be able to fake a smile when his heart was shattering into a thousand pieces. Well, they had Peter to deal with these formalities.

[aka, Derek was already having the worst day when he was hit by his heat, right in the middle of his office]

A heist a day keeps the feelings at bay by sterekanigans (1/1 | 6,671 | PG13)

Never let it be said that being a criminal was easy. No, no, far from the glamorous life the movies would have you believe.

Throw into the equation a rival criminal who is intent on taking all your targets? Stiles’ career as a multi-million-dollar criminal has been threatened ever since Derek goddamn Hale entered the scene one long, painful year ago.

And he’s ready to set the record straight.

Or the one where everyone is a criminal and Stiles and Derek have an insane amount of sexual tension.

Clank by LadyDrace (1/1 | 4,572 | PG13)

Derek Hale is the bane of the office, showering them all in obnoxious memos, and Stiles is sick of it. Sick of it to the point of maybe doing something a little rash… like holding Derek’s lunch hostage.

No one ever claimed Stiles knows how to handle his crushes on assholes.

Political Animals by FiccinDylan (1/1 | 8,042 | PG13)

It’s the worst day in Stiles’ life and the last thing he wants is to deal with Derek Hale’s bullshit.
Derek feels pretty much the same.

I’ll Get Over This in a Lily Bit by Veera_Kara (1/1 | 2,053 | G)

So Derek has been Stiles’ number uno enemy since like day ONE okay nothing aggravates him more than seeing Derek’s dumb jock pretty boy face every morning of every day of high school. In fact, Stiles hates that fucker SO much that he’s been on a quest to give Derek the most fucked up flower bouquets for his girlfriend that secretly mean “I hate your guts” or “you smell like a toilet” or whatever.

Like Currier and Ives by dragon_temeraire (1/1 | 4,929 | PG13)

Stiles just wants to win the annual cookie decorating contest. Too bad his nemesis Derek Hale is competing, too.

When Dreams Were Made by ineachplace (1/1 | 6,792 | R)

“You’re kind of obsessed with him,” Scott muses, after throwing his 4th tater tot at Stiles’ face to take his attention away from where Derek is laughing with his mouth full over something that Isaac said. Of course he’s eating a goddamn cobb salad. Too sophisticated for the rubbery pizza that Stiles is currently shoving into his mouth.

“You guys don’t understand professional rivalry.”

“There’s nothing professional about the way you look at him,” Scott mumbles.

Whatever.

OR

Derek Hale always beats Stiles out for the lead in the fall musical, and Stiles hates him. A lot.
Except he doesn’t. At all.

Ten Years (Part 6)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,014

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations

A/N: Tags are closed!! It’s winding down, I think.

*Jean-Ralphio voice* We’re at the reuuuUUuuuniooooooooon!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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Rules to surviving a break up

Now we’ve all been there. It could be a long term relationship, or you might not have been girlfriend-boyfriend status but you were a ‘thing’. Whether they ended it, or you ended it, or it was mutual it doesn’t really matter, feelings of sadness and sometimes guilt are there.
I wouldn’t say I’m an expert at break ups, if I did I may as well give up on love but there are some things I have to do in order to pick myself up after I’ve struck out (yet again).

1. Cry. Now depending on how long you were together, or how badly you were hurt will mean you might cry for a day or longer than that. Stick a sad film or, as sad as it sounds and something I totally haven’t done (I’ve so done it), cry in the shower and or bath. At least then you can wash your face afterwards and if anyone asks you got got shampoo in your eye. It’s a win win to hide the ugly crying, if you’re a beautiful crier you are blessed.

2. Change your bedding. This might not be for everyone, but usually the person you were seeing has been in your room. Either to hang out or you know… have a thumb war. They will have sat on your bed. I don’t know about you, but I always have to change my bedding after a break up. Fresh start, fresh sheets to help my battered little heart heal.

3. Talk about, or write about, your feelings. To your mum, your sister, your brother, your dad, your bestie, failing that write a letter to the person you’ve stopped seeing and get it all out. Then rip it up, don’t send it unless you want to open a can of worms.

4. Depending on how it ended, unfollow them off everything. Don’t feel petty about blocking them, you need time to heal. You can’t do that if they’re posting pictures and being tagged in things. Facebook, twitter, Instagram, snapchat, they are all the devils little minions when you’re going through a break up.

5. Do things the make you happy. See friends, take up a hobby, all the cliche things people say do work. If you’ve wanted to try something new, now is the time to do it. Even if you suck at it, at least you tried.

6. Lastly, in some very rare cases you can be friends with someone you had feelings for. But mostly, you need to let them go. They came into your life as a lesson, not a blessing. Some ex’s get sour over time, and then you regret letting them stay in your life.

So they are my tips for getting over a break up. There are millions of posts out there to chose from, but I thought I’d throw in my two cents.

Remember, they are not it for you. They’ll be another one lining up to take their place in no time.

Nobody Needs To Know

Here is Part One in “This Love”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  1257

-Jensen and the reader have been hiding their problems from everyone. Will they be able to work things out?-

Warning: angst. The whole first part is angst…I’m sorry.

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.


          You took a deep, shaky breath as you made your way from your car to your trailer, hoping to get there without anyone seeing you. You still needed some time to get calmed down enough to be around people.

           You honestly never thought this would be your life; hiding away from your friends that were like family. Hoping they didn’t sense something was different. Hoping they didn’t ask too many questions.

           It was the fourth morning you had arrived on set separate from Jensen, so you were sure someone would notice something soon. You didn’t know how you would handle it. And you didn’t know what their reactions would be when things did finally come out.

           You got to your trailer just as you heard his voice. He and Jared were talking and walking in your direction. Did he realize that?

           “I don’t know what else to do, Jare,” he said, “I thought it was forever, but things just got too … I don’t know.”

           “Dude, maybe you guys need to sit down and talk about everything,” Jared said, “You two have been together for too long to just give up.”

           “We’ve tried talking.”

           Your heart sank. It was like he had already given up. Like it wasn’t worth time to keep trying.

           As soon as they realized you could hear them, their voices stopped. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at them, so you hurried into your trailer. The great thing was, he had Jared to talk to. Who did you have?

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Lost Series - Part Three

Part One : https://lovelydestruction.tumblr.com/post/156506543150/lost-series-part-one

Part Two :https://lovelydestruction.tumblr.com/post/156644847940/lost-series-part-two

Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Originally posted by callmevaleska

Unrelated - But I really love that gif ^^ He looks so cute.


How long has it been? I honestly don’t know. I haven’t seen the sunlight in days. The last time I saw Jerome was the day that I kicked a guard in the nuts and broke the others nose. For doing that, they threw me in solitary. The room was small, with white padded walls. The doctors kept doping me up with something that made my bones feel like mush. I don’t know what it is, but they said it’s to ‘calm me down’. I couldn’t move, or even keep my eyes open.

I haven’t eaten for days because of this. Everyday at the same time they push a plate of food through a slot in the door. Sometimes, I manage to crawl over to it. Eat a few bites before it all comes back up. I feel disgusting. I just want to go home. But that’s the thing, there is no home. To be honest, anywhere would be better than here.

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