i will make my house have all wood floors when i grow up

Something happened 63 years ago that’s haunted me my entire life. I’ve never told anyone about it—until now

Story by reddit user  Sergeant_Darwin

It’s official: I’m an old man.

For the last couple years, I’ve comforted myself by saying I’m in my “early 70s,” but math is simple and unforgiving. Today is my 75th birthday, and God, the years do fly.

I’m not here for your well wishes; this is hardly a milestone I’m excited about. I’m glad to still be here, of course, but I find I have less and less to live for with every passing year. My bones ache, my kids live far away, and the other side of my bed has been empty for just over eight months now. In fact, once I cast my vote against that goddamned Trump this November, I may have nothing to live for at all.

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before he sells the beans to jack, he is born in a house that smells of ceder.

his name is Tiffany. a bold bright name. a stardust name. a girl name. but he is not a girl. he knows this, even if others don’t. his mother puts him in dresses, teaches him how to sew, chastises him when he lets his voice get low.

“my great-aunt’s friend’s sister,” says his mother, with her red lips tight, “once knew these girls that spoke and diamonds came out of their mouths. you know what happened to the nasty one? she got toads. that’s your future if you don’t figure out how to be a nice little girl.”

so he speaks gently. but the whole time he is wondering: who gave them the language of gems. who gave them the language that rolled out of them. it must be magic. and if there is magic, maybe there is hope for him.

he takes off in a dark night. a sad night. one where the fire was too low and he was sick of mirrors. he leaves his mother a note: gone to find where the gems grow. 

in the black woods, he cuts off his hair. wears his father’s clothes. feels, at last, whole. runs and runs and runs until his air comes out in a wheeze. walks for weeks and weeks.

he finds the old woman carrying water. she is ugly, her mouth all twisted angry. but she carries the water alone. 

the boy does not have much. but he has shoulders. a good back. hands that work. when he takes her burden, she says, “thank you, young man.” and he smiles at her, but doesn’t say anything.

her house is damp. she feeds him stew, apologizes. says she used to make lovely foods but the price of milk and eggs got far too high. she says: if you carry my water for five weeks, i will give you something special. and he agrees.

she talks for him. spends a lot of time telling him of people he never met. girls with lips blood red. girls with white fairy dresses. boys who fell in love with swans. 

the boy says little. just nods. sleeps on the floor of her empty barn. when she’s not looking, he darns her clothes for her, keeps the floors swept, fills the lanterns with oil, makes her a blanket for the coming winter. 

on the end of the fifth week, she gives him the beans. tells him that they have been passed down in her family, that this was her portion. she says that she is too old now for such adventures. that she hears the beans will bring treasure. fortune. all the things of greed. she says: i will give them to you, for what you have done to me.

in the morning, he takes off. he feels the weight of them in his pocket. he thinks of the old woman and the stories and the sight of her tired hands. he stands in the market for a long time, unspeaking, simply staring at the cobblestones beneath him.

jack’s voice is the last call in the evening. a beautiful cow, young and thick and healthy. 

the boy has no money. he bounces the magic bean in his pocket, and thinks of treasures. 

“wait,” he says. 

jack turns. 

transaction complete: one cow for a handful of magic beans. the boy walks the cow home to the old woman, gets there in the morning. they are both very tired. he falls asleep beside the beast in the hay. dreams of the foods the old woman can cook now that she can get milk.

when he wakes up, he is changed. it is as if he simply turned into who he was made to be. not a new body. familiar. the body he could always see.

the old woman stands at the door of his barn. she says, “good morning,” and then she says a new word. a word he’s never heard. a name. his name. a boy name. 

he repeats it. it is a jewel in his mouth, so he says it again. another diamond.

“time to fetch water,” she says, winking. the whole way, he whispers his name. it never quite tastes the same, always beautiful, always a fine thing, always his. the something special he was lacking.

in the back of his pocket, there is one last magic bean. he will fetch the water and plant it. and he will carry that old woman to the castles she has never seen.

Robb x Targaryen!Reader...

((I hope you all like! Might have gotten a little wordy! ALSO, anon, sorry I couldn’t find a way to add smut!))

Word Count: 2,218

Warning: None

He sat at the long table between his siblings and his mother. All six were true Starks, watching you with cold gazes that gave nothing away.

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Take It or Leave It

Hi!!!

This is something new I’m trying where the reader is a Lawyer for Tony Stark but after the Avengers get back together after the Accords Ross is still coming after them. Tony Stark wants the reader to get Ross off their backs but what happens when Ross decides to play a little dirty? 

Originally posted by mcudailybr

“What is this, Tony?” Steve looked from the sheets in his hand.

“It’s a resume.” Steve stared at the man. “Y/N L/N, she’s my go to lawyer. When I met her she had only just started at her firm. She had just finished a case and was handing it in to Hayden Hughes, the Managing Partner at the firm, when I was in his office. Instead of taking me to a senior partner to sign with, he told me to sign with the girl. I’ve never regretted it.” 

Steve looked back at the paper. “So you trust her.” It wasn’t a question. 

“Listen, Rogers, if there’s anyone you can get you out of your predicament, shall we say, it’s her. Her record runs on a strictly win-only basis.” 

“She’s worth a shot, Steve. I may have only met her for twenty minutes once before when she was getting Tony to sign something but she’s a good kid. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone keep him in line as well as she did apart from Pepper.” Bruce looked up from his StarkPad to affirm Tony’s praise of the lawyer. 

“Hey! I’m not that bad!” 

Natasha spoke up from her quiet conversation with Clint. “You’re only proving his point, Stark. Besides, this L/N lady can’t be that bad; she’s from the best law firm in New York, Hughes and Wood, which means she came from Harvard, the best law university in the country. She’s used to working cases which have high stakes so she knows discretion is key.”

“What’s the worst that she can do? We’re already wanted fugitives.” Wanda quipped in her thick accent. 

“Call her, Stark. Let’s see what she can do.” 

“No need, Mr Rogers, Mr Stark already called.” You waltzed out the elevator bags scattering your body. “But more importantly, I brought the Chinese.”

“We’ve already eaten.” Steve turned to look at you front on.

You laughed. “Oh that would be a good joke if takeout menus weren’t scattered across the coffee table, members of your team weren’t holding the aforementioned menus, half the people didn’t perk up at the thought of food and I didn’t get all of your favourites.” 

“How would you know our favourites? You have never met us.” Wanda queried. Her distrust for you was clear on her face and through her body language.

“Then how can I do this, Miss Maximoff?” You plopped most of the bags on the floor apart from the food. “Crispy Shredded Beef for Mr Stark, Chicken Chow Mein for Dr Banner, Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls for Captain Rogers, Szechuan Spare Ribs for Miss Romanoff, King Prawn Chop Suey for Mr Barton, Honey Pork for Mr Odinson, House Special Foo Yung for Miss Maximoff, Special Crispy Noodles for Mr Vision, Singapore Mixed Meat Chow Mein for King T’Challa, Stir Fried Mushrooms in Black Bean Sauce for Mr Lang, Shrimp Chow Mein for Colonel Rhodes, Beef Shanghai Style for Mr Wilson, Chicken Singapore Noodles for Mr Parker, and finally Crispy Chicken Fillet and Roast Duck Fried Rice for Sergeant Barnes.” You finished as you placed the final tub on the table. 

“Oh that’s it. She’s my favourite lawyer.” Clint fist pumped the air dramatically. 

You raised an expectant eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you miss the memo? I wasn’t done. I also got Prawn Crackers, Prawn Toast, Crispy Seaweed, Spring Rolls, Crispy Wontons, Salt and Pepper King Prawns, Honey Roast Spare Ribs, Yung Chow Fried Rice, Fried Dumplings, Deep Fried Crab Claws, Aromatic Crispy Duck and finally Fortune Cookies for a bit of fun.” 

“I think I’m in love.” Scott whispered, staring at you.

Ignoring the blubbering man, you pulled out a gift bag from the collection around your feet. “Sorry I couldn’t make your birthday Mr Stark, you know I had court the next day and you can’t arrive in court under influence.” 

“Sure thing, Bunny, no worries.” The man smirked as the nickname came out again. Apparently when you were working or thinking your nose scrunched up and Tony had made it his job to entitle you with a nickname because of it; he thought of Bunny to be a sufficient name. Either way, everybody was watching with rapt attention as Tony removed the black tissue paper from the top of the bag and pulled out the box inside. Tony’s face lit up at the sight, prompting the question. 

“What did Lawyer Lady get ya, Tin Man?” Sam asked expectantly, like a petulant child. 

Thankfully Vision saved him from his despair. “It appears to be a Glen Garioch 46 Year Old 1958 Whiskey, average pricing around $2,777.” 

Low whistles ran throughout the men of the room. 

“Vis! You don’t tell people the price of gifts!” Wanda gave an exclamatory hiss in said man’s direction causing him to frown in thought.

“Damn, L/N. That’s good whiskey.” Sam addressed you but his eyes were still on the bottle. 

“If you play your cards right, Mr Wilson, you might get gifts like that too.” 

He shot you a flirty smirk. “I’ll play you any cards you want if it gets you around here more often.” 

“I’m surrounded by people like Mr Stark, and more, all day, Mr Wilson, you’re going to have to do better than that.” You pouted slightly at the man, fully enjoying the little exchange. 

“I like her. I’ve been telling you for a long time, Birdbrain, you’ve got to up your game.” James permitted himself to join the conversation. 

“Damn, and here I was thinking the only person you like was you boyfriend: The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan.” 

“Didn’t you get anything for yourself, Miss L/N?” Peter asked you as he leant forward to get his noodles. 

“I got the Szechuan Spare Ribs. They’re the best thing on the menu.” You replied with a nod towards Natasha. 

“Amen to that, sestra!” She raised her beer to you and it reminded you of the other bag. 

You pulled out the beer that you had brought with you, alongside the Chinese. “Vy khotite drugogo?” You held out a bottle for her. 

“Ty govorish’ po-russki?” She looked surprised as she took the bottle. 

You nodded. “My parents were quite pushy and strict when I was younger. They made sure I knew as many languages as I could so I would be well prepared for life.” You took a can opener from your bag; you were starting to feel like Mary Poppins. Carefully popping the cap off your bottle, you offered the opener to Natasha and she gratefully accepted. 

“It’ll be fun to have another Russian speaker in the mix.” James stirred his food quietly before taking a bite. 

“The Three Musketeers.” Clint raised his bottle to us jokingly. 

“Any other talents we should know about, Sweetcheeks?” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and you simply gave him an unimpressed look. 

“Alongside Russian and English, I also speak French, German, Portuguese, Spanish, Latin, Italian, and Mandarin. Fluently. Mum made me do Ballet and Gymnastics whilst my Dad made me do martial arts whilst growing up. And I had to learn the piano at school.” You listed them off with an impressive air of nonchalance. 

“You have the skill set to join the Avengers.” Scott announced dramatically whilst chewing on his mushrooms. 

“And you clearly didn’t read the resume.” You quickly rebutted, taking a swig of your beer.

“What’s making you say that?” 

“Honestly, Mr Lang, it’s obvious.” You shook your head to yourself. “The only people who have read my resume in this room is Mr Stark about 9 years ago; Miss Romanoff, Mr Barton and Sergeant Barnes all have read it because they wanted to assess my threat level to themselves individually and the team, hence why they have been carrying most of the conversation as they are trying to evaluate me; Mr Vision will have read my resume due to the fact that he has never seen or interacted with a lawyer before; and finally Captain Rogers will have read my resume as he doesn’t trust me in the slightest right now, his feet are angled ever so slightly towards me showing interest, he hasn’t spoken at all to me apart from a defensive lie at the beginning and now he’s contemplating on how to talk to Tony about me after I’m gone without causing conflict. Tell me I’m wrong.” No one said anything. You stood up from your seat and gathered your bags. “Mr Stark, I presume I’m in the usual room?” 

Tony let out a tired sigh. “Yeah, Bunny. Please just call me Tony for the millionth time.”

“Of course, Tony.” The pair of you shared knowing smiles as you picked the bags up and disappeared down the hallway.

dungeons & witches [ richie tozier x reader ] pt.1

summary: (name) is rumored to be a witch and richie want’s to find out the truth. he also has this dorky crush oml

words: 1 910

a/n: this is written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 8 and prompt witch. Also, I used @horrificmemes 
31 Horrific Days v2 [October Writing Challenge] ! same day, prompt basement. i just love the movie IT so much i can’t–

PART 2.

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All of Derry middle school knew who (Name) (Lastname) is…Or, at the very least, the rumors about her. The said girl spent most of her time in solitude, hardly looking up from her books, but it was said that when she did decide to gaze at the general audience that always seemed to be surrounding her, her eyes would shine like small diamonds in a kaleidoscope of colors, and whose ever eyes she met would turn to stone. (Latsname) had a few friends that always tagged along, but they too bit into the rumors and avoided her gaze. There was even gossip, one time a year back, that she had charmed her friends and that’s why they never left her side. Even Greta did not dare to look at her directly. Carrying around old books in complex writings did not help to clear her name, either.  Everyone just assumed that they were filled with spells and curses, when in reality…It was only Estonian since you’re only partly American.

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Save Me

Word Count: 1,166
Reader Gender: I used female pronouns, but you can substitute.
Warnings: Cussing, torture, blood, fluff
Love interest: Damon
Note: I got this idea while rewatching Season 1 of TVD

Originally posted by theeskyisthelimit

Originally posted by torturezone

I screamed out as they shoved a knife through my arm, the blade stuck in the wood of the chair. They were ‘questioning’ me on how to get something that Damon had in his possession, and naturally I told them to go fuck themselves. Unfortunately for me, they didn’t like that answer. I didn’t even know these guys, and not being able to place a name with a face was really irritating me. They pulled the knife out before pouring alcohol into the wound.

“WHERE IS IT?!” The woman yelled out.

“Right on the corner of Piss Off and Go Fuck Yourself!” I yelled back.

“I said,” The knife was shoved into my stomach, “Where is it?” The woman questioned again.

“Well, I can tell you this much,” I gasped, “It’s not in there.”

The knife was shoved a little farther up before she asked the same question, and the wound was growing larger and larger by the moment. My head was spinning, probably from the blood loss, and my breathing was ragged. I didn’t know how old the two vampires torturing me were, but they couldn’t have been that old. The lacked the vibe and disposition of a vampire who had experience under their belt.

The blade was now under the middle of my rib cage, and blood was pouring from my mouth. The man smiled, walking up to me and catching some of the blood on his finger. The popped his now bloody finger into his mouth, looking quite pleased with himself. I lifted my head up enough to spit a mouth full of blood in his face. I suppose he didn’t like that, ‘cause next thing I know I have a fist in my face.

“Little bitch.” He spat.

“Only on Sundays.” I winked, earning another fist.

“Why won’t you just tell us!” He yelled, now angry.

“Get back to me when you can punch just a little harder.” I laughed, leaning back onto the chair.

“What was that?” The woman asked, perking her head up.

“Someone’s here.” The man concluded.

“You’re a genius.” I mocked, my head resting behind the chair.

The blood was building up in my mouth, almost making me choke, so I returned my head to the previous position. My chin rested against my chest as the blood poured freely out of my mouth. I heard the door get splintered, and I assumed it to be him. I chuckled for a moment, knowing that the both of them will be dead in less than a minute. I would’ve done it myself if I wasn’t, you know, a human and all.

“Wait, wait, wait-” The woman began.

“You hurt Y/n,” Damon paused, “Big mistake.”

“Damon?” I weakly questioned.

“Y/n, holy crap.” He said in a surprised tone, taking the ties off of my hands and legs, “What did they do to you?”

“What didn’t they do to me.” I questioned jokingly, Damon catching my body.

“Oh my God.” He whispered, seeing my wounds, “I-I can fix this.” His voice broke.

“Damon?” I heard his brother call, “Dam-Jesus Christ.”

“Stefan?” Elena asked, “Stefan what’s wrong?” Stefan took her to the side.

I looked over at Damon, blood on my lips as he slowly set me onto his lap. He bit into his wrist, tears in his eyes. He held his wound over my mouth, his face contorting as he tried not to cry. I brought my mouth up as far as I could, drinking from the punctured vein. After a moment I brought my head back down, unable to keep it up any longer. His hand moved to cup my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I was in a tremendous amount of pain right now, and I don’t know if he was able to get to me in time. I put my hand on his gently, my brows furrowing in pain. I felt myself begin to heal, but I was also still bleeding out. My vision began to blur as I tried to sit up, Damon helping me. I leaned onto his chest slightly as I fully sat up, and he put my arm around his neck. I put a hand over my stomach as another wave of pain set in.

“Damon, we need to get her to the house,” Stefan said firmly, “Now.”

“I know, I know,” Damon’s voice broke, “I’ll, uh, I’ll meet you there.”

“Stefan, is she going to be okay?” I heard Elena ask before I was flashed to the house.

Damon set me down on the floor near the fire, which was great for me because I had begun to feel cold. I turned on my side and curled into a ball, shaking lightly. Damon put a small blanket over me and I held it tightly to myself, hoping that it’d be over quickly. I felt him sit by me and I slowly put my head gently into his lap. He provided a sense of comfort to me, like everything was going to be okay.

–3rd P.O.V.–

Damon sat near the fire with Y/n in his lap, and he gently played with her hair. Y/n had really scared him today, and for a minute there he was sure he had lost you. He was still worried, and even though your breathing had returned to normal, he was still worried that you wouldn’t wake up. There was still that negative spot in his mind that told him that everything wasn’t going to be okay. He refused to let you go, and he refused to lose you.

He heard Stefan and Elena enter the house, but his attention was still on the sleeping figure on his lap. He felt terrible, he blamed himself for letting it happen. He blamed himself for causing it. He didn’t even know, or remember, the two vampires that captured you, but he still felt awful. Stefan and Elena entered the room, but Stefan asked Elena to give the two of the a moment. After she left, Stefan slowly made his way over to his brother.

“She’s gonna be alright.” Stefan said, hands in his pockets.

“No, she’s not,” Damon paused sadly, “Not if she’s around me.”

“Damon, what happened today wasn’t your fault-” Stefan began firmly.

“She almost died today, Stefan, solely because of me.” Damon countered stubbornly.

“Damon, they would’ve just tried to kill someone else instead.” Stefan reasoned.

“Yeah, but I don’t care about someone else, I care about her.” Damon said, looking back at you.

“If she didn’t want to get hurt, or if she didn’t want to die, she would’ve just told them what they wanted to know.” Stefan said.

“I just-” Damon began and Stefan sighed.

“Let me tell you a little secret, I don’t think she cares.” Stefan spoke truthfully, and Damon remained silent, “Just be glad she’s alive, and don’t push her away because I can guarantee that she’s not going anywhere.”

“Thanks.” Damon said after a moment.

“Anytime.” Stefan said before walking away.

creideamhgradochas  asked:

Could you do 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’" from the 101 Fluffy prompts with Bucky please?

Why of course I can!!! And I am so fucking sorry this took a century and a half to post. I’m a horrible person. xxx

Originally posted by gliceria

Home Sweet Nerf Gun

Bucky came home to see an offensively bright, neon pink and orange nerf gun on the front porch. Just laying there all innocently on the doormat (the doormat says ‘Welcome! Beware of husband, cat is shady, wife is cool though’). With a curious grin he climbs the three porch steps and halts before the gun that has a small torn piece of scratch paper perched on top of it. It reads in your familiar script: Here is your weapon, I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good fucking luck xo.

Bucky right out cackles when he sees your P.S - ‘p.s you should not have taught me how to snipe baby’

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The Gift

Summary: Daenerys was told she’d never have children, not until the sun rises in the weest and sets in the east, when the seas run dry and the mountains blow in the winds like leaves. So when she realises she has not bled in three months; all she can do is thank the reason why she is with child.

Rating: Explicit

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11981115

Daenerys hadn’t seen Jon since arriving at Winterfell; more over since he found out his true heritage from his brother Bran and loyal friend Sam. It hadn’t bothered Daenerys that they were both related; for centuries the Targaryens and Valyrians before her inter-married to keep the magic within them strong; to keep the bond with the Dragons alive. But Jon; he’d become distant; not just from her, from everyone as he tried to process this information. If Daenerys was honest with herself; she was slightly angry at Rhaegar for causing all the pain he had. She couldn’t help but feel for both of the woman that fell for him and bore him children.

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Cure (3)

Bucky x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.

A/N: Here’s part three! Bucky finds out about his past and wants to see his files, shit happens. 

Originally posted by natpekis

“So.. what you’re saying is: I was captured during World War two, after I fell off a train to my death, but I wasn’t really dead of course, and then brainwashed and tortured into killing a shitload of people before you found me again and snapped my crazy ass out of it”

Sounds about right.

“Yeah, Buck” Steve shifts a little, looking helpless and worried, sharing glances with Y/N and Sam.

I don’t think I can take any more of this. It feels as if it’s true, I know it is; but how the hell was I still sane after that?

Are you? Really?

Shut up.

Honestly. If I’m anything like the voice in my head, claiming to be me, I’m a real asshole. 

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Anxious

This imagine has already been uploaded to my account but this will be uploaded with tags so more can view and enjoy it <3

Imagine~ Kai noticing you were anxious and making sure you were okay.

The music boomed through the club but you were the only person who seemed effected by the deafening volume. Alone, you sat at the bar, feeling uncomfortable being surrounded by the drunk, sweaty bodies.

Caroline bounced over to you, clearly tipsy from the alcohol that was running through her veins but due to her vampiric abilities she was able to have a rather high tolerance to it. “Come on Y/N! Let’s dance!” she shouted over the music, knowing you were bored here.

You rolled your eyes and followed her to the main floor, where bodies mingled and danced to the beat. As soon as you reached the crowd, Caroline fell into the abyss of drunk people leaving you alone and cramped.

It didn’t take you long to realize you didn’t fit it and you quickly became uncomfortable in your surroundings. Your breathing became shallow and your heart pounded.

The world seemed to be closing in on you and there was nothing you could do to prevent it. Just as you felt as if you were going to pass out, two arms pulled you up. Your eyes flickered up be met with Kai’s who was staring down at you in concern.

He pulled you out of the crowd but your heart still seemed to be pounding out of your chest. You slowly tried to adjust your breathing but to no avail, Kai still had his grip on you, worried you’d collapse at any second.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” he said, clearly noticing you weren’t getting any better. You gave him a small nod, grateful he at least partly got you out of your situation.

Of all the people you thought would help you, Kai was the last person you could’ve thought of. He was the enemy and sure as hell didn’t take any liking to you which is why it was so surprising he was so willing to help you, you were sure it was another ploy to get back at everyone but at this point you didn’t care.

The cold air hit you and you finally began to regain stability but not enough to be left alone. “Kai, do you mind dropping me home?” you breathed, glancing over at him.

He nodded slowly, his eyes still coated with concern. Gradually, he led you to his car, staying beside you to make sure you were okay. The loud music slowly drifted away as you pushed yourself into Kai’s car, the smell was minty and refreshing unlike the bar which only reeked of alcohol.

Kai soon joined you in the car, revving the engine as you looked out of the window seeing the drunken bodies flowing in and out of the bar. As the car slowly drove away your panic slowly began to calm down, although your breathing still felt some what shallow you couldn’t deny that being away from the party helped.

During the car ride you could constantly see Kai glancing over at you to make sure you were okay but you couldn’t help but wonder why he cared so much. “Um, Kai?” you stammered, clearly still anxious.

He hummed lightly in response, mainly focusing on the road but still willing to listen to what you had to say. “Why’d you help me? I thought you hated me.” you murmured, looking over at him as you awaited his reply.

“When I was younger I had plenty of panic attacks. I always felt anxious especially when I didn’t have control of my magic, it didn’t help that nobody was even there to help so I know how it feels to be alone in that type of situation. Which was why I couldn’t just leave you to suffer because I know how it feels.” he explained, not taking his eyes off the road.

You weren’t sure what to say, you knew about Kai’s past but only on the surface, never anything that was deep into his personality. “Oh, I’m sorry.” you whispered, them being the only words you could utter.

He simply turned to you and gave you a small smile before pulling up outside of your home. You didn’t want to be alone yet but you were hesitant to ask him to come in.

“Do you mind coming in for a bit? I just don’t want to be alone right now.” you said shakily, glancing over at him as if awaiting rejection. But instead he gave you a small, sympathetic nod before stepping out of the car and waiting for you to join him.

Slowly, you got out of the car and approached the porch with Kai following closely behind you. As you entered the home you could feel your anxious thoughts begin to slip away as the aroma of the house shielded you from the outside world.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped inside the home, slipping your heels off by the front door. Kai followed closely behind you, replicating your actions.

“I’m gonna put some comfy clothes on but make yourself at home.” you said, walking towards the stairs and towards your room. Kai shuffled around the living room, looking for a film to watch or at least something to do.

After a while, he simply turned on your TV and put Netflix which was something he’d completely forgotten was a thing. Not long after, you trudged down the stairs with leggings and an over sized jumper on, feeling much better than you did in the tight dress you’d previously been wearing.

You glanced over to see Kai lounged on the couch, watching American Horror Story and eating a bowl of popcorn. “Usually when people say ‘make yourself at home’ people don’t take that literally.” you giggled, looking at how relaxed he was.

Kai simply rolled his eyes, continuing on with his activities as you sat down next to him. The scent of Kai’s cologne radiated onto you and you couldn’t help but breathe in the sweet scent.

As the two of you watched the show in silence you could feel yourself growing closer to Kai. Either you were slowly moving over or he was but sooner or later your head was leaning against his torso as you slowly became more and more sleepy.

After just a few episodes, Kai became aware of your growing tiredness but wasn’t sure if he should leave or stay. Just as he was about to stand up, you could feel the movement beneath you and you knew you would miss his warmth.

“Stay.” you mumbled under your breath and you could feel Kai collapse back onto the couch beneath you. Your head rested against Kai’s torso as he played lightly with your hair.

With the slow background sound of the TV you gradually drifted off to sleep, grateful it was Kai who’d come to save you on the dance floor.

(a/n) in this imagine I would like to say I’m not trying to romanticize anxiety or anything of that sort. I don’t think these should be put out as if a simple kiss will heal it. Mental health isn’t something that should be romanticized so if this imagine feels as if it is I apologize but I did try and avoid it but I also wanted to say that I won’t write imagines that involve that kind of nature<3 

Downright Neighborly

Fandom: WWE/TNA

Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: I return almost wholly whole from the land of concussions and I offer you this…kayfabulous indulgence! Tagging the always-beloved @toxiicpop, the ever-enthusiastic @oraclegazes, the King Captain @hardcorewwetrash  (my thanks for not keelhauling me for the IRS thing, cap!), and new tagees @karaboomhower, @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues and @superrezzy00 (not sure about these tags, work darn it!). Enjoy!


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So I thought to myself: but why does he get a new jacket? And then this happened.  But one possibility of many.  I blame @acrobat-elle for this.  Starts pre-new-jacket.


Stepping quietly across the living room floor, Killian peers out the nearest window.  It’s still the middle of February, and as he’s gathered, winter never seems to end in this realm, as surely as summer persists in Neverland.  He gives the fire a stir before he rests against the windowsill, the divots in the delicately carved wood sure to press a pattern into his flesh.  But there’s something about the quiet, the illusion of total solitude, the complete and utter darkness, that’s remarkably comforting. So he stays, and presses the palm of his hand against the glass, where the wind and the biting cold have begun to draw sharp, frozen figures.

“Your hand’s gonna freeze to the glass.”

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Originally posted by bwipsul

drabble.

genre: smut. there’s nothing more to it

word count: 2739

a/n: I’m honestly so nervous because it’s been literally millennia since I last posted something like this…. I hope you guys like it ;) this is heavily based off snapchat…. and…. I’m sorry if it’s too messy jfc I had to stop multiple times 

warnings: swearing, lots of lucid imagery

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Cringe (Reddie) Chapter Two

Summary: “I WILL NOT HAVE A FAGGOT AS A SON.” Mrs Kaspbrak’s palm struck Eddie across the face, silencing him.

I guess you don’t have a son then.” And with that Eddie, hand pressed to his burning cheek, walked past her, out the front door and into the night.

Warning(s): Self Harm, Sad Boys, suicidal thoughts, period typical homophobia, abuse of alcohol, (I will add more for later chapters)

Authors Note: This is my first offical fic! The title is from the song ‘Cringe’ by Matt Maeson. The characters are aged up, probably around 16? Feedback is much appreciated  ❤ 

P.S. I’M REALLY SORRY I MADE THEM BOTH SO SAD. ALSO I DIDN’T EDIT THIS AT ALL SO SORRY IF IT’S SHITTY

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Essays in Existentialism: Valentine’s Day

With Valentine’s day coming up, how about a themed Clarke and Lexa story?

The hospital swirled with the quiet steady of patients and doctors, all taking their time getting anywhere at all. Nurses stations filled with deliveries of bouquets and cards and chocolates, while the halls were littered with cardboard hearts and babies with little wings and bows. Reds and pinks of every shade and color turned the fifth floor into a haven of sappiness and commercial love.

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Stay Tyrion Lannister X Reader

Request: #2 and #4 with Tyrion, please? :) [Romance and hurt/comfort.] 

2: “I love you. I can’t live without you. I don’t care who knows or notices!”

4: “Never leave me again.” 

Warnings: Alcohol. Tyrion being the little flirt he is. There may be a sex joke but you know I haven’t quite finished so I am not sure. It’s probably PG-13. If not PG. Cause I just figured out I use kinda bad language. Whoops…… Spoilers to the Tell Tale Game


Originally posted by scrambledluke

You paced your quarters, your lip trembling while you tried not to cry.

This is stupid. You tired to tell yourself, This is no reason to cry or get upset.

It was.. You just couldn’t admit it.

You knew that you couldn’t be together… Not unless he could commit. Deep down though, you know that you would have to be the one to beg for his father to wed you to Tyrion rather than Sansa Stark.

Yes, you were a highborn, but you knew it was bond with the House Stark Tywin wanted to retrieve, however you could assure much more riches and lands than she and your family would pay for the help.

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Running Down a Dream Part 2

Summary:  After a road race leads to a steamy night with Dean you aren’t expecting to hear from him again.

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: a little bit of angst

A/N:  Thank you to everyone for your lovely feedback on Part One!  I hope you enjoy this next part and there will be a part three.

Thank you to my Mastabeta @wheresthekillswitch for checking my words.  Love you Lee!

Gif is from Google Search credit goes to its owner.

 

The next morning you wake up to your phone buzzing.  Eyes closed, you feel around your nightstand for it and, still half asleep, you answer with a groan.  “This better be good.”

“Y/N?”  A voice like sandpaper covered in honey sends a shiver down your spine.

“Dean?”  You shoot up off the bed.

“Yeah, hey.  What are you doing?”

“I just woke up, actually,” you say, your heart racing.

“Hey, well, I was wondering if you’d like to meet for coffee?”

“Sure!” you say, trying and failing to sound cool about it.

“Great!”

Was there a hint of excitement there too?  You wonder.

“Is there a place you like to go to?”

“Yeah, Bob’s Bakery on 2nd?  Meet you there in an hour?”

“I’ll see you then.”

An hour later the sweetness of donuts and the sharp smell of coffee hit your nose, mingling into the familiar smell of Bob’s.  Walking to the counter you spot Dean sitting at a table along the far wall.  You wave before putting put in your order.

“Hey,” you say, coming to stand by the table.

“Hey,” he says, half rising from his chair.

You sit down, watching his green eyes watch you.  “I was surprised you called.”

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Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

Summary: After a bad break up, you find yourself in a brand new apartment. Vowing to just be on your own, living and loving the single life. But that would be so much easier if Sam fucking Winchester, wasn’t your next door neighbor. Will you be able to resist temptation, or will you allow yourself to love again?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader AU

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Garth Fitzgerald, Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 4,114 

Part Two Part Three Part Four

A/N: Special thanks to @kayteonline for the inspiration for this series. And a big thanks to @eloginore for beta reading this for me! ❤️❤️❤️ I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I am.

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FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART THIRTEEN

Sorry for the delay guys, I have been working like crazy to get this turned out in such a short amount of time! Enjoy :)

Originally posted by relacion-goals


Nessian Part Thirteen by L.J. LaFleur  

*Cassian*

Nesta, Nesta, Nesta…

Unearthly whispers chanted in my ear. They were singing to me in the darkness—through the massive cloud of pain and discomfort.  

Nesta, Nesta, Nesta…

Gods-damn it. I opened my eyes, staring at the intricately painted ceiling, hoping it would stop.  

Nesta, Nesta, Nesta…

“For cauldron’s sake,” I groaned, pushing myself to a seated position on the edge of the bed. Strands of black hair fell into view as my head bobbed down. My eyelids fluttered shut, unwillingly drifting back to sleep.  

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