is my sanity a joke to you

  • what she says : i'm fine
  • what she means : ahkmenrad died 4000 years ago, killed by his own brother who wanted to take the throne of egypt from him. according to the way kahmunrah talked about the tablet in the second natm movie, i guess he never had it before, so that means ahk had it the whole time. which basically means he was magically brought back to life every night, in his sarcophagus, trapped, probably wondering why he wasn't reaching the egyptian afterlife, all alone, until his doom was discovered 4000 years later. then he was on display in cambridge for a few years in which i dare to hope he was able to stretch out for a bit, before getting transferred to the national museum history to get entrapped for 54 more years of screaming in agony to only get deliberately ignored by the other exhibits. he's been banging on that lid for four millenaries without anyone coming to him, desperate about getting out the thing so much so that he was probably high on adrenaline caused by fear the whole, which is even more obvious according to the force the lid has been threwn off with when larry cracked the padlocks open and the FIRST THING HE SAYS AFTER THOSE FOUR MILLENARIES OF LONELINESS, FEAR AND ENTRAPMENT WAS "YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW STUFFY IT IS THERE" FOR FUCK'S SAKE HE MADE A FUCKING JOKE DESPITE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO HIM BEFORE RUSHING WITH LARRY THE SECOND HE ASKS HIM TO HELP THE VERY SAME EXHIBITS WHO LEFT HIM SCREAMING ALONE IN HIS DISPLAY ON PURPOSE JEEZ
Fic:  Knock Knock

For the @xfficchallenges dialogue-only challenge.  Rated G.  Thanks to Buzzfeed for the bad joke.

“Knock knock.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my line, Scully.”

“We’ve been in this car for ten years, Mulder.  Knock knock.”

“It’s only been three hours.”  

“Three hours on a stakeout is ten years of regular time.  Knock knock.”

“I’m not sure you’re taking into account how good the company is, or the fact that I brought you iced tea.”

“I don’t think there’s a standard conversion rate of stakeout hours to regular hours, Mulder, and if there were, I’m not sure it would have any kind of deduction for company.  Knock knock.”

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la douleur exquise (7)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8


I tried my best to not let Sehun’s dismissive attitude towards me affect me. I told myself repeatedly that I did not care anymore and that I should just focus on my relationship with Baekhyun and work extra hard with my job.

I thought maybe it was just Sehun having a bad day, but I was proven wrong since he had remained that way for the past few days.

Also, this was the time of the year when work was the most stressful which didn’t help lift his mood either. I could see that he was stressed out. He had a permanent frown stuck on his face and everybody has been whispering to each other that he had become a lot more snappy recently.

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“But can we live without them? Memory is what our reason is based on. If we deny them we deny reason itself. Although, what’s wrong with that really? It’s not like we’re contractually tied to rationality. There is no sanity clause. So when you find yourself locked on to an unpleasant train of thought headed for places in your past where the screaming is unavoidable, remember this: There’s always madness. You can just step outside and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away.. forever.”


It was a freezing Friday night, and the Karasuno boys were busy wrapping up their practice. Suga was stuck in his thoughts as he was mopping the floor. He’d been distracted during their exercises, and he was blaming it on how he had been feeling lately. It was something he hadn’t encountered before, and he didn’t know what to do with all those new thoughts and emotions. As he was prone to do, he kept twisting and turning them in his mind to figure things out, and it was, to be quite honest, driving him crazy. 

When he was finished, Suga put the mop away with a sigh loud enough for Daichi to notice.

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anonymous asked:

Write a short one shot about a RWBY character of your choice meeting a Harry Potter character of your choice

Qrow scrutinized the new arrival with a heavy dose of distrust. No man with pure intentions would hold a wooden stick quite the way this one did. What was his semblance? Dowsing?

And he had appeared out of thin air, too. Well, not quite thin air. Just seconds before, a big black dog had stood there in his place. Had Qrow’s alcohol-infused delirium finally caught up to him? Did his brain make up strange men to cope with the trauma of his past now?

“Who are you?”

“I’m you”, Sirius replied, a smirk on his face as he dusted off his cloak in one swift motion. “But stronger. And quite dead, actually.”

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Morning, Darlin’: A Hectic Week Part 1

Summary: Regardless of the events in “Morning, Darlin’”, Steve and Y/N haven’t spoken in ages. Unresolved issues and arguments lie bubbling on the surface, and it’s only a matter of time before the ticking time bomb goes off. The two are unknowingly and unwillingly forced to work together one more time, although the situation is a lot more dire this time around.

Author’s Note: This is the sequel to the series “Morning, Darlin’”, so I definitely recommend reading that first. Agh, this is gonna be so good!

“Morning, Darlin’” Part One

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Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Part One

Leaning against the wall he had just punched, he was almost shaking with rage.

“You gotta breathe, man. Just breathe.”

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far,” he whispered, not trusting his voice. “I just… I just wanted to get a few digs in, that’s all…”

Bucky sighed.

“I know, man.”

“It wasn’t supposed to-”

“I know.”

Monday, 11:39 AM

You hoisted your bag further up onto your shoulder and sighed. You were late, and you knew Bucky was gonna chew your ear off because of it. You turned the corner and saw the car, cursing when you saw that the doors were closed. That meant that he and Sam were already inside, and your late-coming was going to be even more noticeable.

You opened the boot and flung your bag in on top of the others, before slamming the door shut and getting into the back seat.

“Yeah, I know, I know, I’m late. Don’t bother giving me a lecture, because I-”

You froze, mid-sentence as you looked up.

Your eyes were fixed on the man in the next seat, who looked just as shocked as you did. Your eyes wandered to Bucky, who was sitting in the driver’s seat. The look of betrayal in your eyes could not be mistaken. After a few seconds, you came back to your senses.

“Barnes, why is he here?” you asked. You felt your palms grow sweaty, and your heartbeat quickened. Bucky didn’t answer, and you looked at Sam.

“Why is she here?”

You looked back to the man sitting beside you, and the two of you simultaneously tried to open the car doors, only to find that they were locked.

“Bucky,” you growled. “Let me out.”

Bucky looked away and turned around so his back was facing you.

“That’s not gonna happen. The two of you are going to work together on this. Stop complaining,” Sam ordered, giving you a stern look.

“Very funny, Sam. Let us out,” he said. His voice didn’t seem to hold any emotion whatsoever.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request a headcanon of the RFA+V+Saeran would act like while living in a haunted house (like who will be like the movie characters who are completely oblivious, who will call an exorcist, who ends up killed idk 😂)

This request is so good!I’ll do another part of this (Maybe how they would be alone in the house, or with MC)
This is just that cliche horror film, ghosts, a murderer

Killer Party

You guys are in a haunted house, you and they were exploring that house that nobody ever wanted to go, they said this house was haunted, that was a killer living in there, but nobody ever spotted someone.
“Guys…I think we should get out of here…"Yoosung said, trembling, he’s scared, he was dragged into this, he didn’t want to come, but Zen kept saying that he was a coward, for his pride, he goes.
Zen laugh at him, whispering “coward” to him, after some while something was thrown from the second floor, everybody jumped (especially Zen,he screamed too), 707 laugh from the second floor, he did it, he has thrown that to scare us.
Zen is red because of that scream “Coward.” Jumin whisper to him, taking the revenge for Yoosung, everyone is laughing (Beside Jaehee and Saeran) a vase breaking,and some painting falling on the ground “IDIOT BROTHER..!STOP WITH THIS THING!!” Seven walked to them “…That wasn’t me”
Everybody starts to look at each other, and Yoosung run to the door, trying to get it open, it was a steel door “We’re locked in!”, everybody starts to panic, just V was calm “Everybody…Stay calm, that’s nothing to be worried about”.
“WE’RE IN A HAUNTED HOUSE, THOSE GHROSTS WILL CHASE US, I WARNED YOU GUYS, I SAID THAT THIS WAS A BAD IDEA” Yoosung said, panicking,is time to Zen be your hero, your knight “If some ghost come near me or MC, i will punch them” He said, making a heroic pose “You can’t punch a ghost.” Jumin said, serious “Huh?What?SHUT UP TRUSTFUND KID…Then I will…I will…KICK THE GHOST”
“PLEASE TAKE ME GHOST,” Saeran said, he rather dies than being locked with those people “Assistant Kang, cancel all my meetings, looks like we’re going to be trapped in here.” Really Jumin?When Jaehee picked her phone, she sees that is without signal “I don’t have signal”, after that everybody checked their signal, everybody was without one “OH REALLY?THIS IS SO CLICHE” Shut up Saeran, stop.
“Everybody stay calm that no need to–” V was cut out when they heard a table flipping out “RUN” Everybody started to run to the second floor,Yoosung,Jaehee and V enter one room, Jumin,Zen,Saeran,7 and you in other one,you guys were in a bedroom, 7 goes to the bathroom in their and see a corpse on the bathtub “I envy her” Zen look to that ans scream, while Jumin was sitting on the floor seeing a picture of Elizabeth on his phone “I’ll come back Elizabeth, don’t worry…” and Saeran’s still like “KILL ME NOW GHROST”.
Seven’s laughting about how Zen was screaming, and Zen was like “WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?BE HAPPY ABOUT FINDIND A CORPSE?”.
While this was happening in the other room things were better “Please, let’s remain calm” V said, smiling, trying to mantain the sanity of the group,Yoosung “Now i’m sure that you’re not seeing that is happening” “Yoosung…Are you going to make those blind jokes again” “Oh, i’m sorry V, i f you can’t see all your bullshit, you should smell it.”
While they were “discussing” (V being atacked by Yoosung blind jokes), Jaehee is walking thinking, and after that she started to pray “Please, dear lord, protect all of us, especially Zen and Jumin…Zen’s my idol and Jumin is my boss, i don’t want to be fired”.
After a while, you guys hearded screaming, was Jaehee, Yoosung and V screaming, you guys got scared,b ut after hearing some footsteps, you guys were certain, somebody was running, probrably they, but running because of what?
“So this has gotten serious…” Seven said, with a serious expression now, Zen looked at him, with a open mouth “SO YOU WERE TAKING THIS AS A JOKE?!”
You were in the ground, sitting in there, while Jumin was hugging you, he’s missing Elizabeth, he must have something to be his, you’re the chosen one “AND BESIDES THAT, THAT TRUSTFUND KID IS TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION!” Zen said, really angry at Jumin who just looks at him and be like “Get out.”
Now Zen’s really angry “IT MUST BE ME WHO PROTECTED HER, I SAID IT FIRST” Saeran is sitting on the bed “…If the killer kill me now…I’ll be thankful”.


anonymous asked:

1 83 84 sehun? your writing is so nice ;_;

You’d been Oh Sehun’s stylist for a while now. Three months now, in fact, and despite the critical acclaim EXO had gotten over the past few years, you honestly didn’t know how much more of this personal hell you could take.

Granted, Sehun wasn’t a bad-natured individual, but after the first few jokes he threw at you, the teasing had dominoed to a point where he was becoming like your personal poltergeist.

“Yah! (y/n)-ah, you messed up my bangs!”

“Why do you look so tired all the time? It’ll only add wrinkles when you get older.”

“Stop using this brand of hairspray. I’m pretty sure it aggravates my skin.”

That, combined with SM’s incomprehensibly busy schedule that ran on the ‘tell-you-at-the-last-possible-minute’ system, was beginning to eat away at your sanity.

Still… You needed this job. It paid pretty well, and jobs in general were getting rather scarce. Others would call you lucky, but you just considered yourself fortunate that you had a family member refer you to EXO’s manager and snag you a job.

You suppressed your complaints. You were very easily replaceable, and if Sehun mentioned anything that so much as hinted as a complaint, you knew you’d be tossed to the curb in less time than you could blink.

You had lasted three months, and you’d be damned if you let this somewhat bratty idol get in the way of your steady income.

Your morale, however, hit an all time low when you misplaced your favorite necklace.

You weren’t one for jewelry, or any other overly-priced luxury for that matter. This necklace was your most precious keepsake: the only thing left from your best friend, who moved abroad a few years back, and news of passing hit you last Christmas.

You distinctly remembered throwing it into your handbag on your way to work, being too short on time in the morning to put it on properly. The hectic day carried on and it left your memory until you returned home. When you looked through the pockets, it was nowhere to be found. You nearly tore the bag to shreds looking for it, but with no success.

The next few days at work were dismal, as a nearly visible cloud of gloom hung over you like a fog and drifted to your coworkers.

Sehun noticed your lack of comebacks to his usual teasing.

“You parted my hair on the wrong side, idiot.” He would comment.

“I’m sorry.” You would mumble back.

“This is the wrong brand of BB cream, go get me the other one.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you such a doormat? Buck up.”

“I’m sorry.”

Eventually, Sehun got overwhelmingly frustrated, grabbing the styling comb from your hands and turning around in his chair to face you.

“Okay (y/n), what’s wrong.” You’d never seen him glare at you so seriously before.

“Nothing.” You lied.

“Did you have a boyfriend?” He questioned. “Did he break up with you.”

“No. It’s nothing.”

“Are you having financial struggle? You know I can just tell our manager that-”

“No.” You stated firmly, avoiding his gaze and taking a deep breath. “I said it’s nothing. And that’s starting to get annoying.”

Sehun brushed his hair to the side and rested his head on his hand. “So what, do you get beat up at home, attacked by loan sharks? Tell me what-”

“Enough with the sass!” You shouted louder than you intended, silencing the other members within the dressing room, along with their stylists.

You quieted your voice, physically embarrassed. “I lost something very precious to me a few days ago, alright?”

“Oh,” Sehun nodded in weak understanding. “I guess you won’t want the present I got you then.”

He started to stand, but you grabbed his arm before he could get up and walk away.

“You got me a present?” You gave him an incredulous look. “Why on earth-”

“Nope.” He huffed, smirking. “I guess you don’t want it.”

It was then that you noticed he had his hand balled into a fist behind him. Without giving him a moment to react you reached for it, attempting to grapple for the object in his hand.

“Show me what’s behind your back.” Your voice tensed, showing your annoyance.

“Not unless you promise me something.” Sehun stared down at you with a surprisingly solemn expression, and it made you freeze.

“Like what?” You huffed and crossed your arms against your chest.

“You have to smile every day at work now.” Sehun blurted, barely letting you get your words out.

His gaze didn’t falter.

“I miss your smile.”

That was the last thing you expected to hear at the moment.

Your stance visibly faltered as you stumbled backwards. You felt your heart clench inexplicably, your mind going into a haze.

A shiny object dropping right in front of your face shook you out of your trance.

“…Hello? Earth to (y/n).”

It was your necklace.

“H-how did you..?” You stuttered.

“It fell out of your bag… And I saw one of the other stylists pick it up.” Sehun grabbed your palm and dropped the necklace into it. “She was wearing it for a while before I confronted her about it.”

You were speechless.

“Needless to say you won’t be seeing her around the workplace anymore.”

He closed your fingers around the necklace, still amused at your lucid daze.

“Don’t forget,” He smiled, turning around to leave and giving you a wave. “You made me a promise.”

You still couldn’t speak, too shocked to respond.

“I better see your gorgeous smile again by tomorrow morning.”

Originally posted by gohaylie

OMG THIS IS SOOOO LONGGGG I’m sorry… I don’t really know where this went but before I knew it, it was almost 1,000 words and I was no where near ending it… HAVV SOME SASSY TSUNDERE SEHUN!! Hope you liked it anon, (tysm for saying so!)~


What you did and Didn’t Do Part 3 (Final)

Request: 23: Just pretend to be my date 12: Say it! 13: I could kiss you right now

Requestor: @lani-lira a loyal fan who I am so sorry it took forever to get this written

author’s note: So when I was writing this I realized it was going to take to long. Please let me know how it is, 

Y/n was beautiful. She always has, and she always will be. She always will be in Grant’s eyes. He was completely awestruck when she stepped out of the hotel bathroom. It took her forever, almost three hours, and it got to the point where Grant had to go to the McDonalds next to their hotel to use the bathroom, but it was all worth it.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she nervously picked at the skirt of her dress. She bit her lip as she stared at the floor. “Grant.” She finally said, neither one of them said anything for a while. She laughed nervously, “You’re kind of making me jittery, can you please say something?” Grant gulped and nodded, “You look so beautiful.” He breathed out. Y/n’s breathed caught in her throat.

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I love you - Part 2 - Sehun angst

Originally posted by drawien

Okay I couldn’t just leave it there I had to finish it for my own sanity. Here is part 2.

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“Good morning Jagi, happy anniversary!” he said happily, sitting cross legged next to her. “We’ve been together for so long now… I remember the first day that we met! You came barrelling right into me and spilt coffee all over me - it burnt a lot, by the way, I never really forgave you for that. But I forgive you now, don’t worry.”

It was quiet for a moment as he thought back to that day.

“You were so cute back then, baobei, what happened?” he laughed, then looked over to her. “I’m joking; you’re always beautiful.”

He sat up suddenly, staring. “Remember what I told you six months ago on that… night? Well, here it is. Suho-hyung helped me pick out a ring and everything - even offered to pay for it, but I wouldn’t let him. It was hard, I couldn’t decide. It had to be perfect for you, jagi, just like you. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it more romantic but I can’t really wait any longer…”

He slid the small black velvet box from his jean pocket and opened it, even getting down on one knee. “Don’t laugh at me, jagi, I have to do it properly…” he muttered, throwing a quick glance at the sky.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, then paused, taking the ring out of the box. “I’m going to take your silence as a yes…”

He took out a simple silver chain that already had a small star dangling from it that he had bought her for their first year anniversary and he slid the engagement ring down it, tucking the necklace carefully down his collar again.

“I love you jagi. I miss you.”

It was silence as he sat there quietly, staring into space. Six unbearable months had passed since his jagiya had been stolen from him and he was never the same. He woke every night drenched in sweat with the feel of her touch fresh on his skin. He kept seeing her out the corner of his eye, or hearing her play their piano in the living room. He kept hearing her voice throughout the day and he would turn towards it, looking for her. But she was never there.

He was never there.

“I didn’t love you enough,” he mumbled, looking down at the grass and playing with it. “I had you right there, you were always right there, and I didn’t realise. I was never home and whenever I was, I didn’t make time for you. You were so happy to see me, all the time. It didn’t matter what mood you were in or what was happening, you always smiled at me.”

He pressed a hand to his mouth as he let tears fall out of his eyes slowly, the normal pain in his chest swelling, clogging his throat.

“I need you here with me. I need you. I need to hold you until everything is better and then I need to hold you some more. Why did you leave me, jagi? Why did you have to go?”

He scrubbed some of the tears off his face, sighing loudly.

“I remember once, you came to surprise me at one of my concerts. I was tired and all I wanted to do right then was go to sleep. And then you turned up! You had taken the time off work to fly all the way out to China to see me and I couldn’t believe it. I had never been so happy to see you. I think that weekend was the best weekend I had ever had.”

“You taught me how to drive. You taught me that thing where you throw spaghetti at the wall to check if it’s done. You taught me how to play the piano. You taught me how to cook. You taught me how to do the waltz. You taught me English. What did I teach you? What did I actually teach you, jagiya?”

He inhaled deeply, breathing uneven as more tears leaked out the corner of his eyes.

“I taught you that your boyfriend would ignore your calls. I taught you that the man who said he loved you was going to ignore you for two months. I taught you how to deal with your own demons and problems whilst I was out of the country. I taught you how to live on your own for months on end. I taught you nothing but neglect on my part and I am so, so sorry,” he whispered, scooting his body closer to her. “I didn’t deserve you. You needed to be cherished and adored and told how beautiful you are every single morning and every single night and looked after and cared for when you were sick or to be told that you should bring an umbrella to work that day because it looked like it was going to rain or- or- or…”

He sobbed loudly, bringing his knees up to his face and crying into them.

“I didn’t deserve you. You should have left me a long time ago because I was never enough. I chose work over you and I couldn’t even help you when you needed me the most!” he cried. “I WAS OUT OF THE FUCKING COUNTRY WHEN YOU DIED ON THE PHONE TO ME!” he screamed in anger.

“I’m sorry jagi. I love you.”

He pressed a soft kiss against the smooth marble of her gravestone, his tears dripping onto it.

“Miss you.”

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Broadway Part 4

Anthony Ramos x Reader
Words: 756
Request: Uh, hey? Would you mind if I asked for a part four if Broadway? My sister was too shy to ask so well I’m doing it for her. And don’t tell her, but it’s her birthday gift 


but also thats super cool that both you and your sister like hamilton because my sister is a rude lil twelvie. I’m kidding i love her but like sdjfhehkjh drama

i’m running on little to no sleep right now, but i have one more exam and then i’m done! i’m supposed to be revising for said exam but WHO NEEDS THAT IT’S OKAY IF I FAIL IT AHAHAH

anyway, don’t judge anything i write right now. I’m so tired.

to the anon’s sister, happy (belated??) birthday! i wish you a good year and i hope you enjoy(ed) your day!

requests are open as usual, stay safe friends xx


“So you got the day off work then?”

You rolled your eyes at Anthony, putting your phone back into your pocket. “I was just about to call you. It’s been five minutes since I knocked,” She stated.

“Well I’ve gotta look good for my girl, don’t I?” Anthony stated, shutting the door and wrapping his arm around you. “Now tell me, how was the train ride here?”

“Oh, it was a majestic trip in which everyone was happy and there was space all over the train!” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Sounds incredible. I love your subway fantasies,” He said, laughing quietly and kissing your forehead lightly.

You and Anthony had been almost inseparable after the show. If you were at work, he was taking residence at one of the tables. If he was at work, you made sure that you were waiting in the dressing rooms for him after the show.

Today, you had both managed to secure some time off for your first proper date. Anthony had planned everything, but he hadn’t told you anything.

“Are you excited for today?” You asked, smiling and resting your head on Anthony’s shoulder. Anthony nodded, pulling you towards the subway station.

“I really think you’ll like it. I tried to incorporate all of your favourite things,” Anthony stated, swiping his ticket and entering the station. You copied his actions, following him into the hot platform.

“God, I’m sweating up a storm,” You mumbled, taking off your jacket and wrapping it around your waist.

“Sorry babe. Probably should’ve let you know we were coming down here. I always forget how disgusting it is,” Anthony said, gently pulling you onto the train when it rolled into the station.

“After living here for all these years, I feel like you just begin to ignore it. But not me. I will never get used to this,” You said, laughing quietly. Anthony smiled, pushing loose strands of hair off his face.

“You’re just special babe. It’s okay. I’ll protect you from the dangers of the subway,” He joked, nudging you playfully. You groaned when someone pushed you and Anthony into the wall, rolling your eyes at the lack of sanity in the train.

“Hey, at least we’re closer now,” He whispered in your ear, smirking. You smacked his arm lightly. “Now’s not the time for puns Ramos. We have a date to get to.”

“That’s true. Grab my hand.”

“I thought I was grabbing it,” You mumbled, looking down at the hand that was in yours. You screwed up your face slightly. “Wrong hand.”

Anthony burst out laughing, grabbing your hand and pulling you both out of the train when you reached the station. You blushed slightly, letting yourself be pulled by Anthony.

“So where are we going?” You asked, looking around at the unfamiliar streets.

“Central Park. Oh wait, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” Anthony said, biting his lip slightly. “Well, can’t take my words back now.”

“Do you want me to pretend that I didn’t hear anything?” You asked, smiling when you saw the familiar park come into view.

“No, I think it’s a little too late,” He said, laughing quietly. He let go of your hand, pulling a picnic rug out of his backpack and laying it in front of the lake. “Ladies first.”

“Why thankyou, kind sir,” You said, smiling. You sat down on the blanket, shivering slightly. You went to grab your jacket from your waist, your eyes widening when you realised it was gone. “Damn,” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm.

“What’s up?” Anthony asked, sitting next to you.

“Whoever grabbed my hand must’ve grabbed my jacket too, which sucks cause it was a good one,” You mumbled, pouting. Anthony laughed quietly, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. You went to protest, stopping when he put his finger to your lips.

“I’m not going to let you get a cold. We’re here to have a good time. Besides, I’m wearing a jumper anyway,” He said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.

“Thanks Ant,” You said, smiling at him and kissing his cheek.

“Will you be my partner?”

You froze, turning to look at him. “What?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

“(Y/N), the reason I tried so hard to get us both together today was to ask you an incredibly important question, and that question is will you be my partner?” Anthony asked, grabbing your hand. You smiled, nodding rapidly.

“Of course.”

I found my home in you. When you meet someone who completes you, you’ll understand why all the others had to leave. I knew I found someone special when we met for the first time and it was like picking up from where we left off. You look at them and think “where the hell have you been”. I can’t say how much I love her, but I can say that my world is full of smiles when I’m with her. She’s beautiful, but not just on the outside. I study her because I want to know every insignificant detail about her. I want to read every word she writes. I want to hear every word of her favorite song. I want to find every scar on her body and find out where each one came from. I want to learn every aspect of who she is, because sometime during all of our laughs, silly fights, and jokes, I fell in love. I know that I can conquer the world with one hand as long as she’s holding the other. She became my sanity in a world full of the insane, and losing her would mean losing my mind. I’ve become unable to imagine my life without her.
—  For me, there’s only you

Bed Rest

Prompt: @redvsbluesecretsanta​ 2016 gift for @what-happened-to-agent-georgia who requested Tuckington. 
Summary: Tucker takes care of Wash after an incident with a warthog and a wall.
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It was a well-documented fact that Wash had a bad relationship with military vehicles. 

This might have been the first time it was friendly fire though, which was impressive with Caboose around. The Reds insisted the time they ran him over with a car was warranted.

This time it was still sort of a Red, if the LTs counted as team members. Jensen was crashing— testing some of the refurbished vehicles. Wash usually stayed pretty far away from the motorpool, but he had been yelling for Tucker.

Tucker looked up from where he had been loitering just in time to see Wash eat the Warthog’s grill and get thrown neatly into a wall. His head cracked so hard against it everyone in the room was going to have a hard time eating their eggs.

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Through the Shoulder

Genre: Action, fluff
Words: 587

          “Take another step,” you feel the barrel of the gun poke your temple, “And I’ll blow the brains off of your little friend here.”

           Your hands are tied behind your back and Black Mask has you in a choke hold inside a warehouse. You wish you could bite his arm but you can’t lower your head. His arm is pressing against your neck, forcing  your gaze up while you try to look down at Jason.

           He’s wearing that mask, the Red Hood, that you’ve always hated. You could never tell what face he was making under his mask. When it’s just the two of you, you see every crease in his forehead and slight twitch the corner of his mouth makes, and you know what he’s feeling. But right now, while you’re being held hostage, you couldn’t even tell what he was thinking. And that’s when he  lifts his gun and points it at you.

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[DRABBLE REQUEST] Boyfriend!Seungchul

Request: A fluffy situation where you read angsty fanfiction about him, making you cry, and he find you crying and he completely freaks out.
Requested by: seongchols
Word Count: 1,743
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None

Heyy I finally got something written! It’s been forever since I wrote so I hope I’m not too rusty. Admin wonwooed helped out a lot for this drabble, thank you! 
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Originally posted by satanteen17

“No, no, no… Seungchul, oh my god,” she breathes out at the man lying next to her. “Seungchul, please open your eyes.”

It takes exactly three nerve-wracking seconds before his eyelids twitch and crack open, and his faded brown eyes register the female cradling his head in her lap. Even when he’s bleeding to death before her, he manages to let out a huff of laughter. “Is it bad?”

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Valentine's Day Activity

Imagine being Sam and Dean’s little sister (sixteen) and you go on a date with a boy for Valentine’s Day.

“Did I really said yes to this?” You heard Dean say through the door of the bathroom.

“’We’ said yes to this, Dean” Sam chuckles “we met the guy and we’ve seen him a couple of times, he looks nice”.

“Yeah, ‘looks’. We all know what guys, especially at this age”.

You decide at this moment to get out the bathroom “we’ll use a condom, Dean”.

“You are so not fu-“

He turns around, not able to finish his phrase astonished by how you look, Sam sharing the same look. You are wearing something so simple, but it looks so beautiful, and the boys never saw you like this. Of course, you have your black and white converse, you cleaned up. You are wearing a white tank top tucked in a black skater skirt. Your (Y/H/C) hair is tied in a half pony tail, letting the remain hair fall below your shoulders. For make-up, you did what you thought was, inspiring yourself of beauty gurus on YouTube, a simple eye liner and mascara.

“What?” You asked seeing your brother’s shocked “did I put too much? Is it ugly? Do I look stupid or something?”

“No, no, no, no, no” Dean smiles “you…”

“You’re beautiful, (Y/N)” Sam finished “you are perfect”.

You blush looking at the ground shyly “thanks guys”.

Suddenly Dean’s face changes “what did you mean we are going to use a condom?”

“I was joking, just to scare you, big bro” you laughed.

Sam laughs giving you a high-five.

“Still, no funny stuff” Dean warned “for my sanity and for yours”.

“Don’t worry, Dean” you assured.

Someone knocks on the door, catching all of your attention. You run to the door first, blocking the access to the doorknob.

“Rule number one, no comments. Rule number two don’t ask too much question. Rule-“

“We know the rules (Y/N)” Sam said “we already met him, remember?”

“Yeah, you met him when we were at school talking as friends, now I’m going on a date”.

“She got a point there, Sam” Dean agreed.

“Just… be good?” You pleaded.

“Yeah” Dean sighed.

You open the door and smile at (Y/C/N). His hair placed in the same way you like it so much and the same smile.

“Hi” you greeted.


“So… be back at ten” Dean said placing a hand on my shoulder “if not, Ken doll-“

“We will be back at ten, mister Winchester” (Y/C/N) cut him off “I will make sure of it”.

“Uh… okay”.

“Have fun, (Y/N)” Sam said to you.

“Thanks!” You shouted as you exited the motel room.


“Where is she!” Dean exclaimed pacing the room “I said ten!”

“It’s not ten yet, Dean” Sam sighs “let her, be”.

“She’s sixteen! I shouldn’t have said yes. Who knows? This guy could be a psycho!”

Sam laughs, but still has this worry annoying him. He is your big brother too, but he thinks that you should have your normal experiences, like going on a date on Valentine’s Day.

“There here” Dean sighed relieved.

You enter the room, panting and smile up at your brothers, both letting them shocked, again. It has been so long since they have seen you smile like that, and seeing this made their worry fly away.

“I’m guessing it was fun?” Sam asked.

“Yeah! We went at the restaurant and we went to a carnival close from here, it was awesome”.

“That explains the stuffed unicorn” Dean said pointing at the unicorn in your arms.

“(Y/C/N) called her Rainbow, I know it’s not original, but it was hilarious. He really wanted to get me one since I was winning at the shooting games each time and got him some”.

“That’s my girl” Dean laughed proud.

“I need to go take a shower now” you said heading towards the bathroom, but before entering, you add “also, he’s now my boyfriend!”

You close the door, letting Dean, mouth open.

“Those that mean they kissed?” He asked Sam.

“I’m pretty sure they kissed, you saw her smile?”

Dean smiles and glances back at the bathroom door. AS long as you are happy, Dean wouldn’t mind, but, the thought of killing this boy is still in his mind.

It’s a scene
People in my line of work
Are all too familiar with
Two in the morning
Cigarette in hand
On his knuckles
He’s been swinging at shadows again
Whiskey on his breath
I am talking him down again
I’m trying to remind him
That Afghanistan is just an outline on a map now
That he is in Southern California
And no longer in the desert that killed half of his adopted brothers
I try to swallow my guilt
Even though I have heard all of the stories
And he and I have the exact same basic training
I have no idea what he’s been through
I try to keep it humorous
I remind him that
California has a gang problem
But the bloods and the crips are not known for making homemade explosives
Not known
For treating children like street corners
And rigging them with IEDs
That’s probably not funny to any of you
But that’s okay
Even though he laughs
We both know
It’s empty
Gallows humor
Because there’s nothing funny about a grown man
Scared to death of the monsters under his bed
He takes a drag from his cigarette
Takes a pull from his bottle
Normally I would stop him
But I can tell that tonight
It might be the only thing holding him together
He says
Do you remember the things they taught us
Like how Opha Mae Johnson
Was the first female to join the Marine Corps in 1912
Or how In 1918 we gave birth to the concept of Marine Corps aviation
The proper way to place a tourniquet is as far from the heart
And as close to the missing limb
As possible
If one of your brothers
Takes a round to the chest
The proper way to treat it
Is to take a layer of gauze
Large enough to cover the wound
Tape down three sides and monitor your patient for shock and tension pneumothorax
If they present
With tension pneumothorax
You take the end of a hypodermic needle
Puncture between the second and third rib
Allowing air to escape from the pleural cavity
And your casualties lungs to expand
When one of your brothers
Is thinking about killing himself
He will act irrationally
He will make jokes about his own demise
His performance at work will be affected
And with shaking hands
He will begin to give away
Things that you once thought meant something to him
What they never taught us
Were the things that mattered
They never taught us
How to apply a tourniquet
To the bleeding stump of your own sanity
Or what do
No matter how many sharp objects I have punctured my chest with
My lungs
Just don’t seem capable of expanding anymore
Or what to do
When the shaking hands
Are now my own
The only thing
That puts me to bed anymore is a bottle of whiskey and a fist fight
And that’s because
The last time I slept soundly
It was in a hole I dug with my bare hands
7000 miles from home
The last time
My bed felt comfortable
It was in the middle of a war zone
He takes a drag from his now spent cigarette
Takes a pull from his empty bottle of whiskey
He reaches for his wallet
Shows me a picture of his pregnant wife
He says
Do you know why I’m glad I’m having a baby
I feel like If I can bring a child
Into this world
Then maybe
I can give back a little bit of the innocence that was stolen from me
I was 19 and naive
When they handed me a rifle
And sent me off to war
And I don’t think I’m ever going to get that back
You see
Before I left I knew
No matter what they held I could always outrun my fears
No matter what my night mares contained
I would always wake up
But somewhere
Between the first time
My truck hit an IED
And the night
We had to send Kyle home in a body bag
Because someone fell asleep on post
My nightmares
They grew legs
And started chasing after me
And now
My lungs
Are on the verge of collapse
From running dead sprint
Through a marathon race
I just don’t seem capable of finding the finish line to
I don’t know If I’m ever gonna wake up
And the irony of that
Is I haven’t slept in three days
The images
Just keep playing themselves across my vision
As if the back of my skull
Were a movie projector
I can smell
The blood
And I can taste the death
I keep hearing the sound a throat makes
When all of it’s vocal cords have been cut
I keep seeing the way Jonesy’s face looked
Moments before a bullet
Removed the top half of his skull
And drained
Every dream
He’d ever had
Out onto the dirt street of some shit hole city we couldn’t even tell you the name of
We couldn’t even tell you why we were there
And I know
The burden of doing exactly as we are told
Is one
Us warriors
Are taught to carry at a young age
But my shoulders
Are tired
I keep trying to remind myself that I am a warrior
That I am trained to kill
And willing to die for the things that I believe in
And If I just keep doing exactly as I have been taught
This will all go away
The problem is
That in between my nightmares
My favorites dreams
Are the ones where my friends
Are still alive
—  PTSD (For Keith and Ben), by Jordan Hamilton