my brain and my hand are crying

Is There Somewhere (Original Demo/Acoustic)
Is There Somewhere (Original Demo/Acoustic)

Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder… Just wanna feel your lips against my skin. But your lips hang heavy, underneath me… And I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me. I’m trying not to let it show, that I don’t wanna let you go, is there somewhere you could meet me? Cause you clutched my brain and eased my ailings. And I try to refrain, but you’re stuck in my head… And all I do is cry and complain.

I’m sorry, but I fell in love…

Breaking out my baby

Imagine where the reader gets thrown in Arkham when Jerome is killed,since she was crying over his dead body and Jim saw this as an opportunity to arrest her.So when Jerome returns he goes to save her,finding her completely insane from being tortured


“No. Jerome please don’t leave me! No!” I sob over his body as blood pokes from his mouth and neck.

I’m numb to anything around me I don’t even notice Jim Gordon placing handcuffs on me and my hands behind my back. “(Y/n) (l/n) you’re under arrest.” I sob harder as they place me into the car and drive me to the station.

I don’t stop crying there. I never stopped. Not even they threw me in Arkham, strapped my to the bed, injected me with drugs, or fried my brains. I never stopped till one day where the screams turned into laughter.

I went from crying to laughing. Making a joke out of my pain. It’s an addiction I can’t stop. Laughter is…my escape. Laughter is my freedom.

I sit in my cell reading a book and sipping my coffee when a nurse comes in with a needle. “That time again? Oh alright then! Go ahead! Stickme baby!” I cackle and jump off the bed next to her holding out my arm.

She flinches as I get closer. “Ah you’re new! Well WELCOME! My name is (y/n)! Say…would you do me a favor?” She’s so taken over by fear she can’t move. “Awww honey! No need to be scared! What do you say you get me out of here and we can go shopping, get our nails done, maybe go get some sweets! Oh doesn’t that sound fun?!” I reach for the needle and snatch it from here quickly stabbing it into her neck.

She falls to the ground and I run out of the cell. I laugh as guards left and right race to get me. “YOU CAN’T CATCH ME!” I yell laughing. I turn the corner and see a door with a silver handle. “Oh shiny!” I grasp the handle hoping it would open the door but it doesn’t budge.

I turn around to see the guards with annoyed looks. I sigh and hold my wrists out. “Off to treatment we go.” They take me to the shock room where they strap me down and fry my brains, but honestly it makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

I cackle as my hairs stand up. “Come on Doc oh hit me one more time!” He rolls his eyes and turns the electricity up. “Crazy bitch.”

I was placed in solitary confinement, but I didn’t mind. They gave me paper and markers to keep my occupied, but as I was coloring a picture of a flower gunshots are heard and screams fill the air.

Jerome POV:

I shoot the guards as they run up to me. I hit one in the face with the butt of the gun and look down at him laughing. “Where is she?”

(Y/n) POV:

Move shots and screams continue through the entire asylum. I don’t think too much of it until I hear a laugh. A adorable laugh that I know matches a even more adorable smile.

I stand up and go to the door and look out the window seeing a smoked up hallway. The laugh gets closer and loud footsteps a sound. I start bouncing on the padded floor in excitement.

I’ve heard rumors about it. Villains being reborn, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I see a flash of red hair and bang on the door


He turns to look at me and smiles. He motions for me to back up and I do as told moving away from the door.

In seconds it’s blown open and I’m in his arms. I look up to see his face is lined in staples and he’s got a permanent smile scared into his skin. He moves my hair out of the way and looks at the scars on my body. “Oh doll what have they done to you?” I giggle and kiss him. “Nothing I couldn’t handle J. I’m free. Now let’s get out of here.”

We run down the hallways free, laughing, and shooting anything in sight. It’s good to be free.

Originally posted by mentalandtwisted

Originally posted by kittycheshirestuff

I learned a new skill for getting rid of intrusive thoughts, in group yesterday.

At the beginning of every group session we do an exercise in mindfulness. This time she had us write two sentences with our non-dominant hand. Im a righty, so I had to write two sentences with my left hand. Afterward we talk about what we took away from the exercise. I said that my handwriting looked like my sons handwritting. But also, that it took all of my attention to do it.

And that was the thing we were supposed to take away from that. When our minds race with thoughts, past disappointments, present frustrations and drama, worries about the future, the way to stop it is to force your brain to completely focus on one task.

I used to, and still do, stop myself from crying by taking any object near me and describing it in full detail. The color, the texture, is it shiny or dull, how many people have touched it, or sat on it, or used it (depending on the object)… etc. I literally say it to myself. “That chair is brown. It has big puffy armrests. It looks comfortable. I dont like the pillow on it. It looks old fashioned but in a bad way. Inwonder how many houses this chair has lived in because its looking old.” Like that. It forces me to completely focus my attention on something and the thoughts stop. Most of the time they dont come back. Sometimes, if Im triggered they do, and then I just do it again, and again, until it stops.

This new technique was cool though. Faster than the other one. Just keep a pad of paper and a pencil or oen with you, and when your head gets to be too much, and youre disregulated, try it. Write anything, your name, how you feel, what made you happy this week, etc. Couple ofbsentences and youd be amazed how fast it works.

If you happen to try it, and youre successful (as in, it worked), drop me a message. Id love to know how other people with Borderline do with the skills.

Also, Im gonna post this thing we did afterward which I think will help a lot of people. Its about asking for something, and saying No, without guilt. Its a guide. And I made a photocopy and put it in my appointment book at work so I can use it there, where I need it the most.

I wanna date someone that...

 -Makes me want to pin them up against a wall and kiss tf outta them, but also someone that just down with me like rubbing their hand while I hold it, because I just fucking crave your touch that much

-Will listening to me rant about feelings that I don’t even understand, and hugs when when I’m losing my shit and crying so fucking hard that I can’t breathe, and just supports me

-Makes me want to look at them for hours, so that I can remember details of their face, and their laugh, and all the other cute things about them

-Is intellectual. Stimulate my brain, talk about life and the things that you never really understood

-Won’t runaway because I’m difficult, or just because

-Is 100% down for me and I’m 100% down for them 

NCT as (stupid) things my NCT group chat says - part one

TAEIL: You’re semi old too right?

JOHNNY: my friend drew pepe on her hand so i must continue this

HANSOL: Why the fuk am I looking at your crickets lmao I should be doing last min studying

TAEYONG: Don’t blame the keyboard!!!

YUTA: I felt a human brain it can’t get grosser than that

KUN: This girl just said she’s excited for the quiz she crazy

DOYOUNG: his biceps always take me by surprise,,, anD OMG A BIG DOG WAS ABOUT TO CHASE ME


JAEHYUN: I am crying I will be finally able to taste real donuts

WINWIN: I dissected a worm before and it was gross but I felt like a surgeon

MARK: my ringtone is Donghyuck saying “booming system uh uh ty track ty track”

JENO: I played the clarinet in band I was literally squidward

HAECHAN: at times, I hate how I look and there are times when i am like ”gurl, calm down, you look so hot that cars might crash”.

RENJUN: I don’t know how to swear in Chinese bc I’m an elegant bitch who doesn’t fucking swear

JAEMIN: O fak I’m swerving lanes

CHENLE: I will strive to not be a hoe anymore

JISUNG: but what baby has an instagram account? ? ?

he told me he loved me and i froze.
i wanted to grab the words out of the air
and shove them back in his mouth,
i wanted him to tuck them away
and never say them to me again,
i wanted him to take them back.
but instead, i sat there.
i folded my hands neatly in my lap
and stared at the floor beneath me
and i tried not to cry,
but it was almost impossible
because i knew it would be over soon.
here lately, it’s gotten hard to believe
what people tell me because
you told me you loved me, and i believed you,
so i opened my heart up to you and i let you in
and you made yourself at home in my head
and engraved our names together on every
inch of my brain and then you set fire to my
insides and watched me crash and burn
and all you could say was you were sorry.
—  “sorry” isn’t going to stop me from dreaming about you
Plus Sized - Nick Robinson

“Can you do a Nick imagine where the reader is plus size and she is very insecure about, to the point where she doesn’t even want him to hold her at night”

Whitened knuckles gripped tightly at the sink as I stared at my own tired reflection. My eyes were bloodshot red and face was flushed pink from my previous crying spree, why was I like this?

I let go of the sink, hands going down to pinch the skin on my soft thighs. I glared down at the pair, why can’t they be smaller?

There was no doubt I was insecure about the way I looked, I had seen the models and stick thin women Nick had worked with, their looks being not so similar to my own. Letting go of my thick thighs I forced myself to look in the mirror, the vicious thoughts and opinions already running wild around my brain.

People often told me that I was fine the way I was and that I should be happy with myself. I wanted so hard to believe that was true and finally be able to smile at my own reflection; yet here i was, angrily hating on myself for the extra weight I carried. Plus size, a phrase that was loosely thrown around when the tabloids talked about Nicks Girlfriend, me. Did it really matter?

How could Nick love me when i didn’t even love myself?

Shaking my head I brushed out my creased bed top and switched off the light before exiting the small bathroom. My feet padded softly on the wooden floor of my apartment as I traveled down the hall, heavy thoughts in my head.

My stomachs churned nervously as I reached the door of our bedroom, I felt sick at the thought of another night of Nick trying to be close to me again.

It sounds silly doesn’t it? You don’t want your boyfriend near you? Stupid! Only that wasn’t it. I was afraid, I always had been. I hated when Nick tried to hold Me, how would he react to the feeling of my squishy body as he tried to hold me close? Exactly. I hated being insecure enough to not want my own boyfriend to touch me in fear of him being disgusted. It Sucks.

I opened the door softly, entering the dimly lit room. I immediately spotted the boy in question inside the large bed, chest bare and dark hair messy as he peered at the small screen in his large hands.

I crawled in next to him, careful not to get too close before laying down and pulling the covers up to my chest, facing Nick.

He put down his phone and lay down too, turning the lights off before doing so. He gripped my hand in his own and began to play with my fingers, I pulled them away and laughed nervously before turning over and shutting my eyes. Please just go to sleep.

I felt him move closer, my heart hammering in my chest as he did so, insecurity being at its highest as he laced an arm around my waist and snuggled into me. I should enjoy it, I want to enjoy it! I just- ugh!

I shifted my body away slightly and squeezed my eyes tightly shut praying for this awful feeling to disappear. The lamp on the bedside table switched on and Nick sat up abruptly.

“Y/N” his voice was concerned, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep.

“Y/N please” his hands gripped my shoulders and turned me towards him,his handsome face illuminated by the lamp glow ; eyes glistening with worry.

“Have I done something wrong?” He sounded hurt, the tone breaking my heart in half as he stared at me. I couldn’t let him think it was him.

“It’s nothing Nick honest-” I tried

“Nothing? Every time I come close to you, you move away like I’ve got some kind of disease! What’s going on y/n!?” The volume increased as he used his hands to show the distance between us in the bed.

“It’s stupid honestly, let’s just go to sleep” I didn’t want him to think I was pathetic, he didn’t need to know the dangerous dark thoughts that were trapped in my mind.

“No. You’re going to tell me what’s wrong” he gripped my chin in his long fingers, my bare face now being level with his own as he searched my eyes for any sign of explanation.

“It’s not you” my voice was weak as I started, a large knot forming in my stomach. “I hate being like this, i’m so sorry” my eyes stung with tears but I wouldn’t cry.

“Y/N what are you talking about?” He was now sat in front of me, his long figure slouched but still looking better than ever. I tugged nervously at my own shirt, scared it was clinging to all the wrong places.

“It’s not you okay? I don’t like you touching me because of the way my body is. I don’t want you to be disgusted or put off” I avoided his eyes, wincing as he took in a sharp breath.

“The way your body is? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He seemed angry, and I was really clueless as to why.

“I’m not as skinny as other girls you dated and I just- I’m plus sized. I don’t like the feel of my body or the way I look okay? I don’t want you feeling all of my chub and rolls and stuff I just-” I was cut off when Nick put his large hand over my mouth. My eyes widened at the action, words no longer flowing out of my mouth.

“Shut up” sorry, what? “I hate hearing you talk about yourself like this. Rolls?Chub? Seriously y/n” he moved his hand and gripped both of mine in his own, I stayed silent once again.

“You have none of those things, and even if you did, it would not matter one bit. I love YOU and your body does not affect my decision on that what so ever. You’re absolutely beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way” a smile tugged at my lips but I still felt a slight nagging in the pit of my belly.

“But-” I was cut off once again.

“And I would NEVER be disgusted by you. It hurts me that you think I would even care about the stupidest thing like weight or the way you feel when I touch you. I love the way you look and how you feel, you give the best cuddles and I want more of them, so stop hating on your beautiful self. Size is not important!” He pinched my pink cheek slightly and gave me a full blown smile. His eyes looked tired but they still shone with happiness as he glanced at me.

I nodded, my chest feeling warm as he smiled down at me. He made me feel more beautiful than anyone had in a while.

“I love you” the words slipped out of my mouth followed by a genuine smile, his own smile widening as I tugged him back into the bed.

This time when his arms encircled me and pulled me into him, I didn’t move away. It felt different and although I still drowned in worry about how he felt about it I ignored the nagging feeling and leant into him. I could finally begin the journey to loving myself with the help of my brilliant boyfriend.


Okay so, I loved this request very much and it hit home for me. I myself am not the skinniest person and I feel as though this imagine included a lot of my own thoughts and feelings about it. I wanted to add a note on this end of this imagine to say that this imagine is not intended to offend or upset anyone.
The views are something I wrote from what I know and I also know that some people do not share the same views about being plus sized or about other sizes of bodies.
I do not at all have anything against those people who are skinny or not plus sized, everyone is different and I know everyone can finds it equally as hard to love themselves or be happy with their body, no matter what they look like.
That leads on to my next point, every one of you is absolutely beautiful, regardless of size. Size is something that does not matter and I wanted to make a point of that. It’s such a hard thing to love your body and be happy in your own skin and I know a lot of people are fighting their own battles with this issue, I’ve been there too. No one in this world is the same and I think it is so important to concentrate and love yourself before you care too much about what other people look like.
You’re a bit heavier than that girl over there? Cool! That girl over there carries a little bit more weight than you? That’s cool too! Everyone is great in their own way and size and Weight does not affect that at all.
Be happy with who you are because you only get to live this life once and do you really want to waste it being unhappy and living up to stupid people’s opinions and expectations?

Lastly, if anyone has any questions or thoughts, my box is ALWAYS open. If you’re ever feeling shitty or needing someone to talk to,I am always here and happy to talk. Or even if you just want to chat and make a friend, I’m down for that too! Love you all v v much, I hope you enjoy this imagine:)

Weak//Daryl Dixon

Abraham was dead now. We all sat in silence and disbelief. His dead body laid next to me, his brains all over the ground around him. There was blood on my face, it mixed with my sweat and dripped down my face. I was trying my best to hold it in, my tears were begging to be let go but Negan couldn’t know I was weak. “Nothing, hun?” Negan asked waving a hand in my face “no tears? Shit, even the redneck is crying” Negan nodded towards your husband, Daryl. Daryl hated to cry, especially me, he’s supposed to take care of ‘e. Him crying was weak and he didn’t want me to think he was weak. I shook my head quietly and reached for his hand. “No!” Negan shouted and I jumped, my hand retracted “That’s your hubby? This crying bitch?” I sucked in a breath trying not to snap. Daryl was fuming. I could hear his breath speed up and his nostrils were flaring. “Don’t you look at him! Look at me! I am speaking to you!” I didn’t. I couldn’t look away from Daryl. He was sad and angry. Too much for him to handle, and it didn’t help that he was shot. Negan waved the bat in my face. “Are you next? Do you not know the rules yet?” I then looked at him in the eyes. Lucille was looking straight at me, dripping blood and thirsty for more, me. Negan laughed quietly. “Don’t” Daryl grumbled. “What’d ya say? Didn’t quite catch that?” Negan asked placing a cupped hand around his ear to head better. “Don’t, don’t what? Do this?” Negan lifted Lucille and before I could turn to see Daryl, he was flying towards Negan. He punched Negan but was quickly pulled off by his men. I cried out but stayed put, I knew better. Daryl couldn’t control his temper and it could cost him. I shook my head, tears now spilling. He was pinned to the ground, Dwight held a crossbow above his head. “No! That shit does not fly! We gotta shut that shit down!” Negan shouted. “Want me to do it boss?” Dwight asked. He was drooling at the thought of killing Daryl. “No. he isn’t a pussy like some other guys here. We keep him alive, he’s a fighter, I like that. Pack him up!” Negan stood up after patting Daryl’s head. He grunted and resisted but he was nothing to three men with guns. They threw him in a truck and his eyes were sad, he looked at me until the doors closed. I was fuming. I looked to Rick, he shook his head. Rick knew me almost as well as Daryl, he knows I was going to snap. I couldn’t stop and I repeated Daryl’s actions. I punched Negan so hard he fell, there was some strength in me I’ve never felt. I was pushed to the ground of course, i ate gravel. I looked as Negan got up without a problem, he had a cut on his face. “Feisty! I like that!” Negan says with a smile. I huffed in anger. I was hoping they’d put me with Daryl. Even if they split us up wherever they took us, the dark truck ride would be all I need to tell him I love him.

Originally posted by whathehell77

The Last Time

And then we lay there,
Just the two of us
On the damp grass
In complete silence
Under the dark sky
Tracing Cassiopeia and Orion,
And from that moment,
I feel a sensation in my chest
This is what I’ve been looking for,
I know what this feeling is called,
Not just some crazy chemical reaction made by my brain,
My tears fall,
Because I can finally feel real,
I know what it feels like now,
I touch your hand,
And then I cry,
Shaking shoulders
Because I know you’re untouchable,
And our hearts are asymptote,
Almost close to clash,
But never bound to meet.

More Than That (Chanyeol) [Smut]


Music was blaring from the speakers. The place was dark yet it was still lit by all the flashes of green, red, and all the rest of the colors. The disco ball hanging from the ceiling revolved around the lights as the reflections made the place look brighter.

The reason that I’m here is because I found my boyfriend, or rather, ex boyfriend making out half naked on his bed with another girl. What better way to cry my feelings out than going to a club and drinking away my emotions.

I was sitting at the bar, a drink in my hand as I watched the crowd. Once I was about to turn around, I caught a pair of eyes. I didn’t break the eye contact because let’s face it, this guy looked hella nice. Some of the alcohol went to my brain as I sent him a wink.

I took another swing of my drink before placing the cup on the table. My hands went to my chest, attempting to reach inside my bra and grab the money that was packed up another pair of hands slammed a bill down on the table.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on me.” I was shaken by his deep, velvet voice. I looked up to see the same, good looking guy from before, my heart leaped and I blushed. He was wearing an expensive looking suit and a smirk on his face.

“Care to dance?” he asked, holding out a palm. I took it and he lead me towards the dance floor. Soon enough, both his hands found their way onto my waist, pulling me right against him. My body had a mind of its own and waved itself against him.

It was starting to get hot inside the place and inside me. One moment we were facing each other and the next my back was pressed against him. He and I grind against each other to the music. My southern region was starting to feel hotter by the minute with need and I can feel that he felt the same.

“Do you want to tell me your name or can I call you babe?” he whispered next to my ear and my knees almost gave out at his tone.

“(Y/N)…But ‘Babe’ is fine too. What about yours, handsome?” I replied with a smile. He grinned, flashing his pearly whites that I somehow found charming and attractive.

“Chanyeol…but 'Handsome’ is fine too.” he repeated my line and chuckled afterwards. Then, he used his thumb and index fingers to lift up my chin to bring me into a hot kiss. Our mouths moved against each other roughly. He pulled away and took my hand to lead me outside.

“Should we take this back to my house?” he asked. I couldn’t help but nod. I was feeling hot and bothered and by the looks of the tent in his pants, he was too. We reached his car and soon enough, I found myself slammed against the wall of his room. His mouth latched back onto mine as he held me up against the wall by grabbing my ass.

My hands worked take off his tie. When that was discarded, I was unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted me off the wall to unzipped my dress. It fell to the floor and forgotten before he walked over to his bed. We fell back yet he was still on top. Once the last button on his shirt was undone, he leaned up to take it off and throw it. He straddled me once again before he started to unclip my bra. That, along with his pants were also forgotten on the floor.

We were left in only our underwear as he dipped back down and kissed me again. My arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him deeper into the kiss. His hands found their way around my breasts and groped them. I moaned into the kiss as my back arched to be closer to him.

His soft lips left my mouth and started to plant kisses along my neck, sucking in various places. Soon, they traveled downwards. Once they reached the hem of my lace panties, he stopped to look up at me. I nodded, telling him to continue. With that, he slid them down and off.

His rough yet gentle hands slid up my thigh to spread my legs apart and dived in to lick my already wet pussy. His teeth grazed my clit and I shook. He then started sucking on it, making me moan over and over again. His eyes came up look at me again with a smirk. Next thing I knew, he plunged his tongue inside making me arch my back and my hands went to grab at his now messy hair to keep him in place.

He licked inside my walls and moved it in and out. I was a moaning mess and became louder when his thumb came up to rub circles around my sensitive clit. I can feel the growing warm feeling in my stomach, telling me that I was going to come if he kept this up.

It was obvious he sensed it too because he stopped and pulled away. I whined in protest but he only smirked again and pulled down his boxers, revealing his large size. My eyes widened as I sat up on my knees to wrap my mouth around his length. My tongue ran over the slit making him groan, hands grabbing my hair.

My head moved up and down, trying my best to fit all of his dick into my mouth but it could only fit so much. Chanyeol didn’t seem to like this so he pushed my head down, causing me to deep throat him. He moaned loudly when I pulled back just enough. Just as I went back in, he stopped me and pushed me back down onto the mattress.

“Time for the real fun, babe.” he growled before slamming into me. His hard movement made me slide up the bed a bit. He pulled out until the tip was still in and pushed into me again. The feeling of pleasure grew tenfold as he repeated his actions. My walls stretched around his large dick as he thrust.

With one hand, he lifted my leg over his shoulder and rammed into me again. My voice cracked as I moaned over and over. He was groaning in response and leaned over me, my leg stretching to stay over his shoulder. His hips moved back and forth in a rhythmic pace that had me seeing white.

There was the familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew I was going to cum.

“C-Chanyeol…” I moan as he delivered another thrust.

“I-I’m going…cum..” I informed him. He nodded, still keeping his strong pace.

“Me too.” he replied. At this, he went rougher and faster causing me to scream out in pleasure. His hands went to grope my boobs again, fingers tweaking the hardened nipples and that sent me over the edge. I moaned out his name as I clenched tight around his dick.

He groaned and came after me. Keeping himself inside until every drop was out. Soon enough, we both fell asleep on his bed.

Morning rolled by and I was awoken by the sunlight creeping through the window. I sat up, my head throbbing as I tried to remember yesterday’s events. When I saw the man sleeping peacefully next to me, my heart jumped and I knew I had made a mistake. The best mistake of my life.

But he probably doesn’t feel the same way as me. He looks so good even when he’s asleep. I had sex with a guy who probably thinks of me as a one night stand. He’d probably kick me out once he wakes up so I might as well save myself another heartbreak.

I carefully slipped out of his bed, blushing at the thought of him naked under the sheets before picking up my undergarments and dress. My feet took me to the bathroom and I freshened up. At least now I looked half-decent.

Returning to his room, I left some money on the table next to his bed to repay him for the drink he bought me. Just as I turned around. I heard a groan and the rustling of sheets.

“Hey, where are you going?” he questioned when he caught the sight of me just inches away from his bedroom door.

“I’m just leaving. You don’t have to kick me out. I know last night wasn’t any special to you.” I answered him, hands grasping onto the handle of the door.

“N-no, wait!” he suddenly got up. My face heated up as I saw him naked.

“Last night did mean something to me. Listen, you’re not a one night stand to me. When I saw you yesterday, I was amazed that someone could look so good even when drinking. It made me want to stay and drink with you, that’s why I asked you to dance. You’re really pretty and I don’t know why someone as pretty as you would be at a club.” he said, walking closer.

“I can say the same about you.” I replied. He took my hand and lead be back to sit on his bed.

“Why were you there?”

“I caught my ex-boyfriend cheating on me. You?” I told him. I don’t even know why I’m doing this, I barely know this guy.

“I caught my ex-girlfriend cheating on me as well. Perhaps we were both there to drown out our emotions, huh.” he chuckled, causing me to smile.

“(Y/N), I know we haven’t known each other long but I know that I felt something last night. And I liked that feeling, please, if you give me the chance, then allow me to feel it again and forever. Please be my girlfriend…” he laced his fingers into mine and looked into my eyes. I blushed yet again and nodded. He let out a cheer before making me stand up.

“Take off the dress and come back to cuddle.” he demanded playfully before going back under the covers to watch me undress. I’m not sure why but my cheeks were flaring up as I slid the dress and everything else off. He held out his arms and I got back into bed. He pulled me close and rested his head between my neck.

“Never keep your money inside your bra again. I saw the bartender looking at your chest yesterday and I’m still not happy. Only I get to see them.” he complained before we went back to sleep.


There are so much more smut requests. Are there any pure, innocent cinnamon bunnies that are following me out there? Send in requests for scenarios or reactions ^-^


Stay Alive

I have re-watched the Prison Break trailer a million times and the scene where Sara is sitting next to Michael while he is asleep/unconscious on a bed and she’s crying and my heart is breaking. So I freaked out with @thecrooktomyassasin about how WHAT IF that scene is the first time she sees him and my brain did this. Warning: Angstish

Sara clutched Michael Jr. close to her chest as the elevator slowly drifted up. He had fallen asleep on the She realized her hands were still shaking from her encounter with Jacob. She felt foolish given everything that happened. After what happened with the Company she should have known better but they were supposed to be safe. They were supposed to be free. After Michael had-

-but he hadn’t. He was alive, was this whole time, and she was about to see him. She was about to come face to face with a man she had loved and lost so very quickly, who still invaded her dreams and her nightmares. Especially her nightmares. 

The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to a bland colored hallway. She smiled softly as she stepped out, noting the numbers on the door. Linc always had a thing for high floors. Anytime, back then and now, they needed a place to stay he would always insist it be several floors up. Better advantage points, see who’s coming, he would say. 

She adjusted her son as she reached the door. She didn’t have to knock, the door flew open on it’s own. Sucre stood there, his face lighting up when he saw her. 

Mami, glad you’re safe,” he said, leaning in a kissing her cheek. 

“It’s good to see you, Fernando,” she said in return. He gestured to the sleep boy and she nodded, handing her son to him. He cradled the boy to him, moving to the couch and laying him down gently. She stepped in and shut the door, almost bumping into Lincoln when she turned around. He instantly pulled her into a hug. She squeezed him tightly, not knowing the details of the hell they had waded into to bring Michael back, but knowing these boys of hers deserved so much better. 

He released her and nodded to the bedroom door. 

“He took a nasty beating before we got here, but he’s ok. He’s sleeping it off now,” he explained. He joined Sucre in the little living area, taking a seat next to his sleeping nephew. 

She took a few deep breaths before heading for the bedroom. The door was already ajar, and the lights were still on. 

And there he was. 

Barely aged a day, a little bruised up, but there. She could see the rise and fall of his chest from the doorway. She moved close, practically falling to her knees when she reached the bed. Her hand was shaking violently as she reached for his. She hesitated, her hand hovering above his. She dreamed of this, of him miraculously coming back, being the father she always knew he would have been if only he had more time. 

She clasped his hand, the tears falling at the first touch of his fingertips. She sobbed, quietly, not wanting to wake him, not yet. Him just being here, alive and within reach was too much, she didn’t know what she would do if he looked at with those eyes or said her name with that voice. 

“You only get one, you know,” she whispered, gently stroking his face. “So this is it. This time you have to stay alive.”

Treat You Better

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 441
Summary: Drabble based on the Boyce Avenue cover of “Treat You Better” 

A/N: Okay so it’s 5am and I couldn’t get this song out of my head so I wrote a drabble. Ignore any and all mistakes , my brain isn’t working. But for full effect you can find the song here!

You didn’t even know why you were crying. He wasn’t even worth your tears. Your boyfriend was a jerk who had kissed a girl right in front of you and you were done. You were curled in a ball on your bed , soft sobs rack your body. Suddenly you felt a hand at your back , your best friend and roommate Bucky.

“I’m going to kill him” Bucky’s words were laced with anger as he joined you on the bed. He rubbed at your back for a while but when your sobs continued he laid down with you. His body enveloped yours easily and comfortably , his warmth easing your sadness slightly.

“What did he do this time?” Bucky mumbled head firmly on your shoulder.

“Kissed some girl right in front of me” you admitted quietly , you were embarrassed at how many chances you had given him. You felt Bucky’s jaw clench slightly and you could sense the anger rolling off him in waves. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and wiped some stray tears away. You both sat in silence , your occasional sniffles breaking the quiet.

“You deserve so much better , doll” he suddenly whispered , arms secured tightly around your waist. You didn’t reply. You knew he was right , you harboured a crush for years on Bucky but you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had so you dated other guys. Evidently , the wrong guys. Bucky was always there to pick up the pieces.

He sighed audibly and tightened his grip on you. “I won’t lie to you , he wasn’t right for you” Bucky admitted to you.

“I could treat you better” he added quietly but you heard. At his words you turned around in his arms. Face to face you could see the sincerity and love swimming in the irises of his eyes. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you see the pulse under Bucky’s defined jaw jumping.

“Do you mean it?” you searched his features for any sign of doubts but found none.

“I just want to give you the love you deserve , I know I could treat you better” Bucky’s voice didn’t waver with uncertainty. You breathed in and out. In a heartbeat , you pressed your lips to Bucky’s. The kiss was soft and gentle , Bucky’s lips moving perfectly against yours. When you finally pulled apart , you rested your foreheads against each other trying to regulate your breathing.

“I promise I won’t let you down” Bucky vowed and in that moment you knew you were in love with your best friend.

You're not there, not anymore

You call yourself a friend.
You call yourself my friend.
What a fucking lie.
Where have you been?
Where were when,
Depression ate me away?
Suicide danced in my brain?
Alcohol became my life blood?
Cigarettes became my oxygen?
Where, the fuck, where you?
Because you weren’t here.
You weren’t there to be that
Shoulder to cry on,
Four am, crying as I spoke, phone call,
Helping hand in the dark,
Confider of my nightmares.
I counted on you.
You were my chosen one.
My brother in arms.
To fight alongside me,
In the dark trenches
Of life’s worst nightmares.
Don’t call me your friend.
I am your friend no longer.
You burned that bridge.
You’re the one that
Lit the flame and burned that bridge.
You’re the one that
Tried to cover my eyes with your pretty lies.
No longer am I blind.
I see the abuse, the misuse.
From all your little games.
I’m not paying any longer.


WHOOPS! My hand slipped and made this abomination called “Disbelief US! Sans” Owo Because there’s an AU called “Disbelief Papyrus” where Pap stops believing in you if you kill Sans first, why not make a Disbelief Blueberry?? He removed his battle body to fit in US! Pap’s hoodie. He looks a little too much like UT Sans, doesn’t he? X3

I apologize for not posting content yesterday. I’m seriously trying to get my schedule balanced and keep my creativity going but dem dang art blocks XP

Can you hold my hand?
For just a second.
Because they won’t stop shaking
I have a theory,
Maybe your stable hands
Can make me stop shaking,
But once you let go,
I suddenly forget how to stop shaking
It’s so weird,
I depend on you to fit in
Someone I’m passing all those classes
Where your best friend
Will not shut up about you
And I don’t remember a time
Where I didn’t run out crying,
I can’t hear them,
I can see their lips forming a word
But my brain is saying your name, louder
I try to make myself better
By saying that the best minds go insane
And I’m going insane
They tell me to forget you,
But then nobody will hold our memories,
You already forgot
There’s no need to keep the broken.
I keep hearing that I’m the one to blame
But did you not just hear me
Say all I want is to keep the memories,
You keep acting like you care
And saying you need me to be okay
But you’re the one that shot me
You make no sense
Like yelling
And asking me
“I shot you,
I know it hurt,
But why would you let me shoot you?”
And the thing is I never let you shoot me,
Kill me,
All you wanted was to look better
Wondering if anyone wanted what you were
And where we are is lost
—  I am lost -Lovedeepressed

-Close your eyes , close your eyes !Close ‘em! Now, describe what do you see

-I close my eyes and this image floats beside me. The sweaty toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. His hands stretch out and choke me. And all the time he’s mumbling . Mumbling truth…like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it , stretch it , it’ll never be enough. Kick at it , beat it , it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying , it will just cover your face , as you wail and cry and scream.