never went back again


endless list of favourite characters: nathan drake (uncharted)

yeah, well, you know, as thrilling as the next adventure might be, in the end…you’re always left with that same feeling. sometimes you gotta…choose what you’re gonna keep and…and what you’re gonna let go.


Finest girl I ever met in my whole life, wanna take her home, make her my wife.
Knew she was a freak when she started talking…

“TT, Cliche...”

Head-canons of Damian Wayne liking his BFF(the reader) and not knowing what to do about it 

Requested: Yes 

Request: “ Could you do some headcanons of Damian and him liking his BFF and not knowing what to do about it?” 

So here’s how it went down: 

-He was the last to find out (ABOUT HIS OWN FUCKING FEELINGS) *facepalms* 

-You two were extremely close, yes, but over the past few months he began to hold you at an esteem as high as he held Alfred (not insulting you anymore, MENTIONING YOU OUTSIDE OF CRIME FIGHTING, TRUSTING YOU ENOUGH TO TELL YOU ALL HIS SECRETS, BEGINNING TO STUTTER AND FUMBLE WHENEVER HE WAS NEAR YOU IN APPARENT AWKWARDNESS

-that’s when the boys new somethin WAS UP. (Spying on him and you whenever you visited the manor, searching through his belongings and his sketchbook) 

-THEY KNEW RIGHT OFF THE BAT WHEN THEY SAW SKETCHES OF YOU IN HIS BOOK (Tim took an L for the team and compromised his very safety in order to retrieve this classified information [DAMIAN BROKE THIS POOR BOY’S FOREARM WITH A BASEBALL BAT])

-once Jason and Dick began to pester him about said sketches of you he began to suggest you two meet out of the manor instead (AND BRUCE HEARD AND WAS LIKE, BOY WHY YOU ACTING SO SUSPICIOUS YOU NEVER HIDE COLLIN OR JON FROM YOUR BROTHERS) 

-the next time you two did meet at the library he caught his father and brothers spying and got so flustered and overall frustrated with the situation that he lashed out at you and said he never wanted to see you again (YOU LEFT PISSED) 

-he went back home that night and couldn’t think straight, he was in a funk and his crime fighting even slacked -at one point he told dick he felt like he was gonna be sick (so Dick took him out back behind the building they’d fought thugs in that night while Bruce and Tim went back to the manor) 

- “It smells like LAVENDER!! WHY THE HELL DOES IT SMELL LIKE LAVENDER!! SHE’S NOT EVEN HERE HOW CAN IT… *gAGS* (mistakes the drop in his stomach for sickness, smells you everywhere, thinks of your face and the dropping feeling hits him even harder) 

-he just falls to his knees trying to gag dry heaving and Grayson is just standing there like this poor kid IS SO FUCKING CLUELESS  

- “Grayson, I-I th- I Think I’ve developed a.. a fondness for (Y/N).” 

- “Well it took you long enough to realize”

 working on taako tictac long time no digital lets see how this goes  👍

Once upon a time…
in a kingdom far, far away…
there lived a young girl…
whose hair was made of gold.
When the people
in the village saw her, they said…
“Oh, how beautiful she is.”
And they showed her
a beautiful house…
on the planet Mars
And they said,
"Come and live here forever.”
And the young girl said…
“Oh, Mars is a planet
where life’s different…
safe, clean and pretty.”
But… But how do you get there?
Where do you find a taxi?
Which bus do you take?
Right? And how do you know
you’re there when you’re there?

And she went to live in the beautiful house.
And all the people loved her…
And she was very, very happy

But the people in the village
were very poor…
and every night, they crept
into the house where the girl slept…
and they cut off a piece
of her golden hair…
and they sold it for money.
“She’ll never even notice,”
they said.
And so, all the gold
was gone from her head.

And the people said…
‘Oh, she’s not beautiful at all.’
And they took her from
the beautiful house…
and they drove her
into the street.
And she went away…
and she never came back.
And soon,
people became hungry again…
and they went back into
the beautiful house…
Iooking for gold,
but there was no one there.“

—  Gia Carangi (GIA movie)

Never Again.

Characters: Erik x Reader, Charles.

Warnings: Physical violence, mentions abusive relationships, swearing.

Authors Note: I do not support any form of abuse in any kind of relationship. If you are in an abusive relationship, or know someone who is in one, please seek help. Thank you @mm277me for the request.

It was a particularly quiet day.

You were sitting in your king-sized bed drinking a warm cup of lemon water. Gazing out the enormous window, the golden sun peaked through the trees, the rays illuminating your skin. Wearing only underwear and your love’s shirt, relaxation flowed through you. In the midst of day dreaming your mind snapped back to muffled yelling and a sudden slam of the door.

“Erik?” No one answered back.

“Erik,” you asked again, with still no response.

You set your cup down on the mahogany nightstand and shuffled into the den. Erik was hunched over the dining table, back facing you, his muscles stretching his shirt. He was heaving as his fists were clenched together.

“Erik,” you whispered.

Erik exhaled a frustrated breath and shook his head.

“Erik, baby, what’s wrong?”

“I thought you were asleep,” he murmured.

“I woke up ten minutes ago, maybe fifteen,” you replied. You carefully walked up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder, “what’s buggin’ you, baby?”

He replied flatly, “Shaw.”

“Charles brought it up again, didn’t he.”

“He doesn’t understand, I have to stop him. He killed my mother.”

“He doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“He doesn’t want to fight.”

“He doesn’t want you to bite off more than you can chew.”

“Are you actually defending him,” Erik turns to you, “ of all people?”

“I don’t want you to go after Shaw either, not right now.”

“Why,” Erik growled, “because you couldn’t handle a bit of blood either?”

“Excuse me?”

Erik began to prey on you causing you to walk back into the bedroom, him inches away as he growled, “ you know Charles wants you, and you know he could influence you if he wanted to.

You were brought to a halt by the foot board of the bed, “I know that he wants me, but he can’t influence me, and you can’t beat Shaw, not today.”

He latched onto your wrists and pinned them against the wall.

“You’re weak,” he snarled in your ear, “you’re weak and you know it.”

“Let me go Erik.”

“What do you think you’re gonna do, huh? What do you think would happen?”

You could feel his hands strangling the circulation out of yours, with great pain you pleaded, “Erik, please stop, it hurts,”

You fought to get out of his claws but the grip tightened.

“Get the fuck off me!” You then kicked him in the stomach. He fell to the ground, winded, and tried to run. Erik pounced on you and grabbed you by the shoulders bringing you down with him. The two of you began to scuffle, rolling around on the floor until you managed to get on top of him and pin him down this time. You punched him twice, as hard as possible, making his nose bleed.  

Erik was out cold and you sprung up to successfully escape.

You were speeding through the hallways and corridors to get as far away as possible.

About to run out into the gardens a pair of hands reached out to you, “stop, what are you doing?”

You froze in your tracks to the sight of Charles, he rushed to you, “what’s going on? What happened?”

You stuttered, “I was in my bed, then a I heard a - and he came - and we - then he - then I - and he’s on floor and now I’m - and I -”

“Shhh,” Charles whispered, placing his hands on either shoulder,”  don’t worry, love, I’m here.”

You nodded, still winded.

“Come with me and we’ll talk after some tea, yeah?”


Charles sat you down in the kitchen and made you a cup of chamomile tea, “here,” he said, “this should help you relax.”

“Thank you,” you sniffled.

“Now, what happened.”

“I was in bed a-and he came in, and was just so angry about Shaw. Then, before I knew it, he was holding me against the wall, then I pinned him to the floor and punched him, then I ran and now I’m here, a-a-and…”

“You don’t have to go on,” he assured.

You looked to him and saw guilt in eyes, ”its not your fault,” you said.

“Maybe not, but you still got hurt pretty bad.”

“I’m fine, really,” you insisted.

“I beg to differ,” Charles pointed.

You looked down to see purple marks on your wrists, bruises from Erik’s hands.

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged.

Charles scowled, “and this has never happened before?”

“No, never.”

“Well if this keeps happening you need to let him go, I don’t want this to turn into abuse.”

“Believe me,” you laughed coldly, “he wouldn’t be around if it was.”

“Well, good,” Charles nodded.

You spent the next few days in Charles’ quarters. You slept in his bed while he took the couch in the other room. He insisted and you couldn’t say no. Charles granted you a vacation from training but you would look out his window to see Banshee flying around ever so often and the occasional red flash coming from Alex.

The fight kept replaying in your mind, everything happened so fast. The blood, the bruises, the yelling. It was a 24 hour news reel of pain and regret and despair.

You started to weep, “Erik, Erik…”

Your tears were interrupted by a creaking doorway, you wiped the droplets away, not knowing who it was that was sauntering towards you.


“Darling, I’m so sorry.”

You jumped from the bed and into his arms, sobbing, “I’m sorry too.”

“I shouldn’t be in here but I had to see you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Charles told me to leave you alone, but I just couldn’t.”

You chuckled, “you made the right choice.”

“Please forgive me, baby.”

“I do, of course I do,” you looked up to him and you changed your tone,” but if you do this again you’re gone.”

“Of course, darling, of course. Never again,” he cried.

Hand in hand you went back to your room, laughing and kissing one another.

Charles was leaning in a doorway, watching you cheerily walk with Erik. He sighs and walks outside to check on the other’s training.

Requests and Submissions are open + Masterlist.

Klance Week Scars

“It was only once I swear!”

“Once is enough Keith! I wanna know why!”

“Uhg fine.”

It had been not long after Shiro had disappeared. Keith was now the black paladin and it was more stressful than he thought. He couldn’t do all of what he usually did; which was go off on his own and think for himself first. When you were a leader that just didn’t happen.

Not only that but Allura kept giving him those dirty looks. Looks that said I don’t trust you and I don’t know if I ever will. Lance kept sending him those looks that he thought Keith couldn’t see. Looks that said he didn’t understand why he had to be taken away from his lion just because of Keith.

Keith was beginning to crack under the pressure of the looks that Pidge, Hunk, and Coran gave him asking for him to lead them like Shiro would. 

But he couldn’t.

It was once that was the truth. He never did it again. Because Shiro came back and things went back to normal. He never did it again.

“Why do you care so much anyway!”

“Because I love you and I don’t want you to be like me!”

Lance did it because he felt like he was in control of something. He finally felt like he wasn’t a puppet.

He felt like he was in control of his place on Voltron. He felt like he was in control of his crush on Kieth. He felt like he had control over where he was going in life.

But he didn’t. It was simply a fantasy for as long as those cuts bled.

Your OTP grew up together and how cute is that

- you wrote me a love letter in first grade but I thought you were gross I’m so sorry

- our moms were friends so we had to see each other every day but we somehow never got bored of each other and so here we are

- I was definitely the cuter kid you can’t possibly fight that

- you stole my favorite toy as a kid and apparently you found the same toy online because there’s one sitting on our dining room table with a note of how sorry you are and it’s really sweet but I have no idea what I’m going to do with this

- I had a crush on you in middle school and you keep teasing me for it and we’re in a relationship

- I have seen every single one of your life milestones and I’m really glad I’m one of them

- no, I didn’t know everyone called me that in high school and I could have spent the rest of my life not knowing that insulting nickname, why did you have to bring it up

- we thought we were so cool in high school but now we both know to never mention that time of our lives

- when we were seven your sibling said something mean to you so we ran away together and it only lasted a few hours but now when your significant other says something mean to you it could last forever I’m just saying

- everyone knows we’ve been friends forever so when you tell them something ridiculously untrue about me as a kid they all believe you (alternate: all those rumors are true so I KNOW you’re the one spreading them)

- I had an extremely embarrassing crush in middle/high school/college and you keep bringing them up and I never should have told you anything (bonus: I say my relationship with you is embarrassing and you never mention it again)

- we went back to the pond we used to hunt frogs in and it’s not nearly as impressive as I remember being

- I’ve always loved you but I’ve never been in love with you and I’m genuinely proud to be your kid’s godparent

- I hated all your significant others and I’m starting to figure out why and I really really hope you feel the same

- I saw you eat ants in kindergarten you can’t possibly do anything to scare me away now

- I mean, really, we kind of got married when we were seven under kid law

- we’ve been together for several years now and we still can’t get our families to realize that we’re in love we have not been platonic in forever

- we got really stressed about relationships and sex and everything so we agreed we’d test the waters with each other and I kind of want to try it again now that I know a little more

are you gay?

Originally posted by gallavichaddict

Originally posted by spatdaddy

Originally posted by sexypapichulo

Request: “can you hit ‘em with that she’s the man ‘wait you’re a chick?’ moment. keep it short and sweet please”

*posting a few really short imagines till I get through some of the longer requests*

requested Carl Gallagher imagine (it’s only 1700 words… that’s short and sweet, right?)

“Hey can I ask you a question?” Carl asked as he and Ian were lounging on the couch watching Wicked Tuna. “Yeah what’s up,” Ian replied, thankful that someone had broken the silence. “How did you know that you liked dudes?” Carl asked; he had asked Ian the question before when he was younger, but this time he seemed to truly want to know.

“I don’t know, I guess I always knew. Why?”

Carl crossed his arms as he turned his gaze from the tv to his brother, thankful that Nick was out doing his own thing and not present for the conversation. “I have this friend, and like, he likes his friend who is a guy but he doesn’t know what to do because he can’t tell if that makes him gay or not.” Carl’s words were hesitant and Ian saw right through them. “You’re not gay Carl. You’ve been thinking about fucking girls at least 50 times a day since you turned 10.” “Yeah but like, I like him, like a lot.” “Like who?” “JT!” Ian pinched the bridge of his nose tightly at his brother’s stupidity, “How does liking JT make you gay?” “Because he’s a dude and guys who like guys are gay, right?” Ian opened and shut his mouth trying to figure out what to say, partly hoping that Carl was just fucking with him. “I think he’s gay too, he’s been like flirting with me and touching me a lot and I don’t know what to do because I like it.” Ian started to laugh and finally stood up, too in shock by Carl’s obliviousness, and started to walk up the stairs yelling, “Just tell him at school tomorrow,” putting emphasis on the word ‘him’ and laughing to himself.


Carl walked to school, Nick trailing behind him, and completely ignored Dominique when she tried to speak to him. He thought he had a slight crush on her, but clearly that was a figment of his imagination because he was gay now that he liked JT. When he saw the familiar camo jacket and Timbs, Carl lifted his arm and waved his hand slightly, making Nick nod as he continued ahead without him. Carl then adjusted his back pack as he stepped in front of the curly haired boy, watching how he casually dapped up a blonde girl, and then slipped his hand into his pocket to stash away the money she had slipped him in the process. He waited until the girl was gone before he stepped into JT’s line of vision. “Hey white boy, what’s up?” JT asked, dapping up Carl and smiling brightly in a way that made Carl’s stomach flutter a little bit. “Are you gay?” he blurted out in response, cussing out loud when he realized how stupid that was. JT’s eyebrows furrowed at the question, “No. I mean, I think girls are hot and shit but I wouldn’t fuck one.” A confused expression slipped onto Carl’s face at his friends answer.

“So you are gay?”

“No I don’t like girls…”


JT was exasperated now, “I like dick, Carl. I’m fucking straight”

Carl really looked at his friend and suddenly her words clicked. “Wait, you’re a chick?” he asked loudly, exclaiming the obvious. “Are you blind Gallagher? I know my tits are small but shit, they’re not non-existent. And what, are you deaf? You didn’t hear my fucking voice?”

“I just thought you’re balls hadn’t dropped yet!” Carl yelled back, “Wait, are you fucking with me?”

JT rolled her eyes, and ran her hand through her short curls; when she had gone through with the big chop, she hadn’t thought she’d be mistaken for a guy so much. But she realized that she might have fueled the fire when she discovered her love of baggy comfortable clothes. So for the sake of not further confusing her dumbass friend, that she had started to have some pretty serious feelings for, JT shrugged off her backpack and tucked her thumbs under her sweatshirt, lifting it up until it was bunched up at the base of her neck. Carl’s jaw almost dropped as he stared down at her chest, particularly at her left nipple where a silver bar was resting. But God clearly was not on his side as Dominique approached him once again, pulling his attention away from the titties. She had started to flirt but he didn’t even hear her words as he waived his hand in a ‘get lost’ motion, a quick “can you fuck off?” escaping his lips before he turned back around to see JT’s chest covered up by her sweater, a light blush on her cheeks. “So I’m not gay for wanting to fuck you,” Carl stated in realization, a weight lifting off his shoulders. “You wanna fuck me?” JT asked with a sly smile. “Bad.” He admitted. JT bit her lip as she bent down to grab her backpack, “How ‘bout you take me out tonight Gallagher. You’re sister works at Patsy’s Pies, right? We can like, I don’t know, get dinner and shit. Like a date.” Carl still looked a bit confused but he nodded, watching as she walked into the building.


Carl sat nervously in the booth at Patsy’s as he waited for JT. Fiona couldn’t help but giggle as she watched him from behind the counter. She filled a glass with soda and snuck over to his booth and slipped into the opposite side, sliding the glass over to him. He nodded at her as a thankyou but didn’t take his eyes away from the door. “You nervous about your date?” Fiona asked with a huge smile. “Nah. Bitches don’t make me nervous,” her brother replied coolly, making her roll her eyes and wish she was closer so that she could grab him by one of his braids. “Yeah but JT’s not a bitch. She’s a sweet girl, who I thought was a lesbian by the way.” Carl laughed, “Yeah well I thought she had a dick, so I win.” Fiona laughed, but stopped when she saw her brother freeze and slowly stand. She peaked behind their booth and grinned before slipping out and back to the kitchen where she could spy on the teens.

Carl didn’t even know how to feel when the front door opened and in strolled the curly haired brunette, her body that was usually clad in baggy men’s clothes was instead donning a black mini skirt and a cropped sweater. Her usually tight curls were looser and she had a little bit of makeup on her face. All in all, she looked fucking gorgeous, as usual. “Hey,” Carl called out, shutting his eyes so that he could internally scold himself for not saying something cooler, and when he opened his eyes she was right in front of him repeating his greeting. They stood in front of each other awkwardly before Carl got a hold of himself and motioned to their booth, where she sat down in Fiona’s previous seat. “So to start things off, maybe I should introduce myself,” she laughed, as she reached out to steal his soda and take a sip, “My name is Jessabelle. Jessabelle Torres. You should know that since we’ve been kickin’ it since you got out of juvie, but I figured that if you had, you wouldn’t have thought I had a dick.” Carl laughed as he settled down across from her, “Well when G-Dog’s boys introduced us they just called you JT and I don’t know I just never bothered to ask.” “We’re dealers Carl, not masked superheroes. You’re allowed to know my identity.”

Carl rolled his eyes but before he could respond, Fiona was standing in front of them with a big smile and two menus. “Hi JT! You look pretty today,” She greeted his friend, pulling her out of the booth so that she could do a turn and show off her entire look. He tried not to focus too hard on her ass, that he couldn’t believe she was hiding under those baggy jeans, and gave Fiona an annoyed look. “She looks pretty every day,” he muttered as he picked up his menu and skimmed through it, JT sitting down and doing the same. They both ordered their food and sat in an awkward silence until JT started to laugh to herself. “What?” he asked, a small smile of his own present on his face. “Why is this so weird?” she asked him and he sighed. “I don’t know. This morning you were my main ni-“ “Say it and I’ll slap the shit out of you, white boy.” Carl rolled his eyes and continued, “You were my guy best friend. And now you’re a fine ass hunny. I don’t know how to feel.” “How about relieved?” “Trust me, I am. I was doing some nasty shit with your Instagram pics that don’t seem so bad anymore.” “You’re fucking gross Carl.” And just like that, things were back to normal. They sat in the booth and ate while they laughed and talked thug shit as usual until they left the diner.

Carl walked her home and up to her front door where he looked down at JT, looking as though he had something to say. “What’s up?” she asked and he placed his hands on her shoulders to keep her from going anywhere. “You know how this morning I told you I wanted to fuck you?” JT nodded with a smirk but let him continue. “I… you… I can’t think of a way to say it without sounding like a pussy so I’m just gonna say it. You look hot as fuck right now in this little skirt. Like, 10 outta 10: would smash. But I like you a lot, and I’d still smash even if you never wore it again and you went back to dressing like a guy tomorrow. I don’t know what I’m saying. I just really fucking like you and what you wear isn’t gonna change that because I’d fuck you in whatever you wore as long as you’re you.” JT smiled and she lightly pushed his hands off of her shoulders before stepping onto her toes and pulling his face down to hers by his chin, lightly kissing his lips and pulling away to see his eyes still closed for a few seconds. “You promise?” she whispered, not wanting to fuck up the serenity of the moment. Carl nodded and kissed her one more time before jogging down her steps and walking back home, excited for tomorrow.

New Beginnings, Part One

Chapter One
“Not Too Insane For You”


Doctor!Sam x Patient!Reader

Word Count: 920

No Warnings (this time)

Beta: @trexrambling​ and @the-winchesterboys[I heart y’all a thousandfold!]

Summary: Dr. Sam Winchester is a forensic psychologist who specializes in the criminally insane committed for life at a local asylum in Lawrence, Kansas. The reader killed her entire family and then burned down her childhood home to cover the evidence. She was recently found not guilty by reason of insanity and ordered by the court to be committed to the asylum for the rest of her life. Dr. Winchester is assigned the reader’s case and his primary goal is to help her work through her issues so that she can come to terms with her crimes and underlining mental illness. But when his continued interactions with her ultimately lead to him falling in love with her, it puts his career in dire jeopardy. Will Sam choose to follow his career path as it was meant to be? Or will he choose to follow his heart? 

A/N:  This first chapter is gonna be a back story to Sam and his family. Next chapter will be the reader’s backstory and how she got where she is. Seeing how this is an AU, I think this is an appropriate way to start off the series.

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

If you asked Sam’s older brother Dean about the year 1983, he’d tell you he wished the Earth would’ve disintegrated that year, particularly around May 2nd. He swears everything was right in the world in 1979 and it could’ve ended with no regrets. Of course Sam knew that he was a dumbass because the world ending meant Dean would be gone too, as well as their mother and father. Idiot. But if you asked Sam’s mother Mary and father John about 1983, they’d tell you it was one of the best years in their lives because Mary gave birth to their second healthy baby boy.

Sam had a relatively nominal childhood. Dad was a rookie cop for Lawrence PD working his way up in the ranks while Mom stayed home to raise him and Dean. He got to do everything a normal young boy wanted to do. He went to school, played soccer and basketball, got good grades, and enough friends to make any kid feel wanted. His older brother wanted to be perceived as the ‘bad boy’ of the class. He tried to play pranks and do mischievous little boy things, but being the son of a cop, that didn’t exactly work out in his favor. It only took one phone call from the principal for Dean to get his ass handed to him by John for his short-lived career as a bad boy to end.

Sam always had a knack for helping others. Especially helping others with problems that weren’t always clear to see. It seemed to be in his nature. When he was 12 he’d caught wind of one of his classmates saying she was ‘being told’ to kill herself because ‘my dead sister is lonely’. Not only did he managed to talk her out of jumping off the roof, he convinced her to talk to the principal about getting professional help. He really didn’t want her to die, but more than that, he was interested in a mentally disturbed person’s thought process. What makes them do the things they do on a psychological level? How did their perception of what they believed to be reality clash with what actually was reality?

His brother wasn’t so different, except he got excited when he saw one of his classmates fall off the monkey bars at recess and break his arm. A pretty nasty compound fracture, no less. Dean was the first one to run over and help the poor kid up, but upon seeing his arm all banged up, he ran all over the playground to try and find a splint. But not before he tried, and failed because a teacher thought he was bullying him, to set his arm bone back in place.

So it wasn’t a shock to either of their parents when they both said they wanted to go into the medical field. Sam had his heart set on something psychology related, while Dean fancied the emergency medical side. When Dean got a full ride to Stanford’s medical school, Sam was inspired to apply after he graduated from Lawrence High School as his class’ valedictorian. John and Mary weren’t surprised at all when he not only got accepted into the program, but was also offered a full ride. When Sam and Mary took a trip to California and ultimately toured the campus, Sam had a hard time deciding if he wanted to be a doctor…or a lawyer. 

“Well Sammy,” Mary said, “you do have a full ride. You can pursue anything you want here. Stanford is an excellent school. There’s no stopping you from fulfilling your educational dreams.”

Sam decided he could have his cake and eat it too. He chose to become a forensic psychologist. Working within the criminal justice system as a licensed medical professional. He knew he had a lot of schooling ahead of him to acquire all of the licenses and degrees necessary to be what he wanted to be. Right around the time Dean was finishing up his internship at Douglas County Regional Medical Center and working towards residency in the ER, Sam finally earned his final degree. He walked across the stage, dressed in his cardinal and white cap and gown, his parents the proud witnesses to his accomplishments. He was no longer just Samuel Winchester. He officially became Dr. Samuel Winchester, MD. He had a bachelor’s and a master’s degree in Psychology, and minors in forensic science and psychiatry.

Shortly after the graduation celebrations ended, Sam was packing up his studio apartment in Palo Alto and heading back to Lawrence, where he’d caught wind of an psychologist opening at the local asylum. He wanted to have a long distance relationship with his girlfriend Jessica Moore, who was a nursing major with one more year left to go, but she didn’t want that. She wanted him to stay in California with her. But they just never saw eye to eye on it. So they decided to mutually end their relationship. It was tough at first, but he knew it was for the best for both of them. Sam knew if he went back to Lawrence, he’d never see her again anyway. And she knew that. Why else would she want him to stay in Cali?

Driving into city limits of his hometown was like a breath of fresh air. He’d always loved how beautiful and free being in California felt, but like the movie lines go, “there’s no place like home.” 

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No Air

Summary: Set directly before Swan Song, the reader and Sam celebrate his birthday, one more time. 
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Words: 990
Warnings: The expected sad moments that would surround the events of Swan Song. 
Challenge: @impalaimagining‘s 3K Follower Celebration/Sam Winchester Birthday Celebration. My prompt was No Air by Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown.

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anonymous asked:

Bucky went to see Steve in Clint's safe house!!!! plz #smut #nsfw ;)

Steve sighed happily, staring up at the ceiling. 

He’d just woken up and for a moment, thought that everything was just as it had been the night before. When Bucky had come through the window and they’d kissed and cried and Bucky had been a protective, possessive man who wanted to make Steve his own. And he had, three times in fact. 

And now, the bed sheets next to Steve were empty. 

His heart dropped. Tears sprang to his eyes and he started shaking. He tried to muffle his cries by biting his bottom lip and curling in on himself, to make himself smaller. 

The night had been perfect, Bucky had opened Steve up slowly and lovingly. He’d then hitched Steve’s legs around his back and slid home, covering Steve with his large, bulky body. 

“Buck,” Steve had whimpered when Bucky thrust into him, hitting Steve’s prostate right on. “Buck - oh, yes!” 

“Stevie,” Bucky had growled, “I love you. I love you so much baby doll. My sweetheart, that’s it. Be as loud as you want, my love.” 

And on and on it had gone. And it had been wonderful. And now he was alone and crying and shaking. 

That is, until he heard the bathroom door open. 


Steve curled in on himself, trembling. It was a dream. Bucky wasn’t really there. He’d left again. Left him alone and cold and - 

“Stevie?” the covers were pulled back and there was Bucky kneeling by his bedside. “Stevie, baby, what’s wrong?” 

Steve stared at him and then launched himself out of bed, right into Bucky’s arms, clinging onto Bucky tightly. His arms and legs wrapped around Bucky’s body and he sobbed loudly into the brunette’s shoulder. 

“Stevie?” Bucky repeated, worried. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s shaking body. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” 

Steve broke down harder and clung on tighter, “I-I thought I lo-lost you again. T-that you’d l-left m-me.” His voice broke when he said ‘me’ and the sobbing noise he let out reached a new level. 

“Oh, baby,” Bucky whispered, pulling back to cup Steve’s face, “oh, sweetheart. I went to shower, Stevie. I’m right here. I’m never leavin’ you again. I’m so sorry I went before, but I’m back. I’m here, okay?” 

Steve reached up with trembling fingers and touched Bucky’s cheek, eyes wide and wet, “you’re stayin’ with me?” 

“Oh, of course, darlin’,” Bucky replied, kissing Steve’s forehead. 

“I l-love you,” Steve whimpered, “but if you leave me again, I swear you won’t find me again. I’ll do it properly this time - 

No,” Bucky growled, “no. You will do nothin’. Don’t you dare go around sayin’ that. Don’t you dare, Stevie. I’m always goin’ to be here for you. Nothin’ is gonna hurt you. No one. Okay?” 

Steve nodded and put his face in Bucky’s neck, no doubt knowing that the avengers would be wondering what had happened to Steve. 

anonymous asked:

I just saw a thing for anti nazi furries on furaffinity on the main blog and I remember back when I had my furry phase I used to rp and draw a lot and do requests and one time someone asked me to draw their OC but turns out their character was like a nazi sonic fan character and I was so shocked it shocked me out of being a furry and I never went back on furaffinity again

The fact that nazifurs are a thing is like being kicked in the chest as hard as possible after having my sense of balance removed inexplicably

My favorite scene last night...

Might surprise you. It was the last scene of Mon-El with his parents. I can’t stop thinking about it and how even after he knew that he may never be with Kara again romantically he went back and faced his parents and made a choice about what he wanted his life to be, about WHO he wanted to be. How he called them out about what it would truly be like if he were to go back and how he couldn’t be a part of that. How he changed his voice and posture and with complete confidence respectfully told them to fuck off because he had made his choice about who he was and where his home was and which voices in his life he wanted to listen to and it was not theirs. How he was so commanding and sure. He CHOSE. He is not just trying to get along on whatever planet he happened to land on. He has chosen to be a contributing citizen on Earth over royalty on Daxam. He chose Earth. He chose helping Kara keep it spinning even after she broke his heart, because it’s his home too, and it’s finally his life and no one else’s. And no one, not his parents, not even Kara, is going to decide what he should do with it but him.

There’s a big reason he hasn’t put on the suit on yet. Actually probably two. Number one is it probably has a cape and he hasn’t developed his flight yet. But more importantly, he wasn’t ready to truly be a superhero. Tonight to me was a big step towards that in my opinion- facing his past, his parents, his lie, and then choosing his path going forward… it changed him. Now I can see him wearing a superhero costume without seeming like a pretender. Now I can see him becoming Valor in name and spirit. He’s taken the first step and that is to truly choose this life for himself. And he’s stood up to his biggest personal villains with courage and if he can do that he can face the rest that are to come.

another time pt. 9 | alfie solomons


You walked on auto-pilot back up to the surface. The first drops of rain tickled at your skin and dragged you out of your trance. You hadn’t even realised you were on the street until then. Alfie looped his arm around you, gripping at your shoulder.

“Come on, love. Let’s go home”

You rolled your shoulder, trying to shrug off his hand.

“No, I don’t want to go yet. I – I need to think for a while”

Alfie stood quietly as you turned yourself in circles, not knowing what to do with yourself. You kept muttering to yourself, trying to sort your head out.

“I- you go home” you waved him off, stepping back and almost tripping over the steps.

“Thought you didn’t want to be alone for a bit”

“I changed my mind. I – no, I haven’t. Fuck. Fuck” you emphasised.


“What the hell is going on, Alfie? What the hell is…” you couldn’t swallow the tears anymore, turning and walking off.

“Where you going?” he shouted after you.

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The worst was when her cries finally lost their voice; when she was all white knuckled fingers clenching handfuls of air, swollen red eyelids squeezed shut, mouth wide open in a voiceless scream and all the muscles in her mouth and cheeks and jaw tight and seizing. He curled her tighter into him then, as though if he covered enough of her he would block out the pain. 

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naokaomori  asked:

Hey there >.0 Can I request how the Knights react to their s/o overworking so much to the point that they're worried for her but she's too stubborn to rest?

first knights request ! i took it as the s/o being the tenkousei and working hard on producer stuff, i hope that’s what you wanted ! if not you can still send another request;;;;; - admin mademoiselle


  • Izumi’s the hard worker type himself, so he won’t especially notice you’re overworking yourself at first.  He’ll just act as though it’s natural for Knights’ producer to work a lot.
  • It doesn’t help that he tends to add more work for you, by planning more idol jobs or tasking you with things he can’t do, like outfit making. He’ll get angry if you don’t answer your phone within two minutes, or if you take too long on some odd job he sent you away for. Overall, he tends to treat you as his personal assistant.
  • Soon, the things you had to do piled up. You had to work hard on costume making, concert planning and let’s not even mention your homework. This caused you to stress yourself quite badly, and one day during costume fitting you couldn’t help but burst into tears when Izumi’s jacket wouldn’t fit.
  • It was the first time you saw Izumi be confused about a situation. He quickly got a hang of himself but you witnessed him being at a loss for words for a moment. Ultimately, he decided to take you out of Knight’s small and stuffy studio for some fresh air.
  • Izumi understands work can be a bit too much sometimes, but he’s afraid to give you advice without sounding condescending or like he’s lecturing you. So he opts to just shyly hug you. It’s a very brief hug, but you felt better all the same. When he finally speaks, he’s not lecturing or being mean, but whispering in a gentle voice.
  • “You can rely on me a bit more, you know. If too many people give you things to do, you can just tell me. I’ll make sure they won’t ever charge their work on you again. Count on me like you’d do with a big brother, would you ?”
  • He sweetly kissed your forehead and made you promise to never overexert yourself again before the two of you went back to work. But this time, he was the one who ran about as everyone’s assistant, and you were allowed to sit in a corner and take a nap.
  • This you didn’t know, but he was watching over you with a smile as you slept.


  • Sometimes, Knights being so popular can be a pain. Especially when you have to make all the goodies they’re going to sell at their concerts. The other members tried to give you a hand, but they were so terrible at it that you decided to take care of it all by yourself.
  • As the live concert date got closer and closer, you started to panick. There was no way you were going to be able to finish all of the goodies in time. So you started to stay at school after class for longer and longer, and sometimes only went back home when Kunugi-sensei forced you to.
  • You also took a bit of your sleeping time to work on goodies-making. Sometimes you didn’t notice how late it was and only had a couple hours of sleep before you had to go to school again.
  • Ritsu was understandbly confused upon seeing you groggily wandering down the hallways during lunch break. “I thought I was the vampire here”, he slyly remarked. When he noticed you were too tired to even answer back with some wit of your own, he started to realize how wrong the situation was.
  • He offered some of his soda to you (the truth is, there’s too much for him to drink). The sweet, fizzy drink didn’t even help ; you were dozing off all the same. Ritsu then decided to switch to plan B and took you to his secret room. Before you knew it, you were laying in a dark and comfortable place, Ritsu’s hand gently stroking yours as he murmured sweet nothings.
  • “Don’t worry, I’ll be watching over you. You can have some sleep. I hope you dream of me…”
  • When you woke up, classes were already over. You got up in a panick, only to see Ritsu had fallen asleep too, next to you. You tried to go back to your original position to avoid waking him, but he lazily opened one red eye.
  • “Is sleeping beauty awake yet ? It’s boring watching someone else sleep, y'know….” He smirked and hugged you close, leaving you no possibility to move away from him.
  • And that’s how you got trapped into Rei’s spare coffin with Ritsu for far longer than you intended. But hey, he brought some snacks and drinks. And arranged for someone else to work on the goodies for the concert instead. You deserved some rest, and he was more than willing to help you get it.


  • Being a producer was a fulfilling job. You got to do many different things, meet a lot of people and try so many new experiences. And one of them was reviewing a new choreography for Knights’ next concert.
  • Of course, you had to practice it yourself, to see if it was feasible. Then you had to learn it, to teach everyone what they were supposed to do. Then, you had to change it, because Leo would always fuck up at some point and run into the others.
  • Dancing is a lot more physical than you’d thought. You’re not an idol, so you don’t have to be perfect at it but you must know your idols’ dance moves by heart and be able to teach them. As you were a bit insecure over being able to do that, you practiced a lot by yourself. Including at nighttime.
  • Stress and lack of sleep made you physically weaker, which in turn prompted you to become more frustrated at yourself and then train harder. How could you be Knights’ producer when you couldn’t even perform simple dance moves well…. ?
  • As you were moping in one of the dance rooms, Arashi allowed himself in. He felt you were upset the past few days, and didn’t even have to inquire about the cause. It was all too obvious.
  • Surprisingly, Arashi’s a very good teacher. He helped you memorize some of the more difficult moves and perfected the choreography with you. He praised you a lot, smiling brightly whenever you’d get a hard part right.
  • “Wow, you’re so good at it ! See, I’m sure you can do anything when you give it your best !”
  • He also is a good listener and you both sat down after practice, you saying how hard the last couple days had been for you and him listening. He was practically offended you didn’t come to him earlier for help. He also told you how worried he’d been over you, and made you promise to never do that kind of thing again.
  • “I know I said I love hardworking boys and girls, but I didn’t mean it like that, you know~  You should treat your body with respect and allow it some rest !”
  • Only one of Arashi’s warm and nice hugs was enough to make you feel instantly better. He also insisted on lending you his favorite concealer, saying with a wink that dark circles could ruin your pretty face. Arashi’s kind of like the resident big sister : you can and should come to him for advice or help !


  • One of the things that perplexed you the most about your new producer job was writing songs. Lyrics were one thing, but writing one entire song by yourself ? That sounded like a challenge.
  • At first, you didn’t have to worry about it. Leo would take care of it all. But then, after one particularly nasty cold that lasted over a week and prevented him from coming to school, he decided he should name a successor who would make songs in his place from time to time. Obviously, you were chosen.
  • Leo did give you lessons on music and composing in general, but he’s so vague you can hardly make up what he’s saying. And he often gets distracted, either by something or someone else, or by himself. He always ends the lesson writing his new song in a frenzy anywhere he can, all the while excitedly mumbling stuff about “inspiration” and “fantasies”. Needless to say, he didn’t help you much.
  • Being stubborn as you are, you still decided to work hard on it. For days. And nights, especially. But no matter what you’d come up with, it would always seem tame and lazy compared to Leo’s songs. You couldn’t help but get frustrated and unreasonably angry at yourself.
  • Leo’s pretty tactless. You knew that already. But you weren’t expecting him to shout “Whooaaa, you look like a zombie ! Zombie-chan, please bite me~” when he ran into you. Did you really look that awful ?
  • As you hesitated between being offended and actually indulging him and biting him hard enough to teach him some manners, he took you by the hand and dragged you to an empty classroom.
  • Once he closed the door, he looked at you dead in the eye. He was incredibly serious, for once. His eyes were grave, and his eyebrows tightly knitted. When he spoke, his voice was considerably lower compared to his usual happy pitch.
  • “Listen. I know you’re working too hard. It just shows on your face. But please don’t. Work is for serious people, and serious people are not really funny. Besides, I don’t want you to work yourself to death !”
  • Before you could even answer anything to that, he shoved a handful of papers in your face. You took a moment to realize they were music scores. Leo was looking at you expectantly, and when he understood you weren’t going to say anything, he sighed dramatically.
  • “They’re songs I wrote thinking of you. You know… You don’t need to work hard doing the same thing as me. I just need you to be there, and smile as usual, and make everyone happy. Please be my muse !”
  • As soon as he’d blurted that out, he gasped, his face lit up by his latest idea. “A muse ! That’s it, the inspiration is flowing !“ 
  • You spent the rest of the afternoon babysitting Leo and trying to prevent him from writing on the walls and floor, but you felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Just by being himself, Leo had that kind of effect on you. Maybe that’s the power of love.


  • If there was one word to explain what your producer job mainly consisted of, it would be : phonecalls. So many damn phonecalls.
  • Planning concerts, photoshoots, meetings with the fans and radio interviews took a large chunk of your day, everyday. Maintaining a busy timetable for the boys was already hard enough, as you also had classes of your own to attend. But Leo seemed to think it wasn’t enough and often would plan more idol jobs on a whim, or ruin your plans by deciding at the last minute that Knights wasn’t ready for their studio recording session and it would have to be postponed.
  • So, yeah. Phonecalls. At some point, you and the secretary from the nearby recording studio would become best buds if things went on that way.
  • As you tried being the best producer Knights could hope for, you had to dabble in a lot of stuff, like planning activities, managing Knights’ official social media accounts, negotiate for a spot in a commercial…. The pressure was considerable, but you kept pushing yourself further and further, even waking up in the middle of the night when you had a photoshoot idea to take some notes of it.
  • During lunch breaks, you could often be found in Knights’ studio making phonecalls. Or finishing up new outfits. Or planning a dance routine. But never eating. You took a nasty habit of skipping lunch to favor work instead. No one noticed, anyway.
  • Except someday, as you were helping Tsukasa put on his new outfit for a music video shooting, your stomach rumbled. Loud and clear. Your cheeks were burning red and you were positively glowing of embarassment but Tsukasa, being a gentleman, feigned to not having heard a thing. But then it growled again. Ten times louder.
  • As much as you were trying to get out of this situation, Tsukasa wouldn’t have it. He was very polite, but also very firm.
  • "Onee-sama, may I wonder…. if you’re sustaining yourself properly ? It is very important to eat three meals a day. Have you eaten yet ?” You couldn’t remember when your last meal was. You’d skipped breakfast that morning, since you were late for class, and now you were also skipping lunch…
  • Seeing you so unsure of when you last ate, Tsukasa felt heartbroken. He ran to his bag and gave you all the snacks he kept for later, urging you to eat something before you feel faint. He even went to buy you a drink and came back in a heartbeat. Before you could even thank him, he’d left again and came back with your favorite sandwich from the school store. You tried to resume your outfit fitting session, but he was adamant about wanting you to eat.
  • As there was way too much food for you to eat by yourself, you offered to share with him and he shyly accepted. You two then snacked on pocky and crackers, chatting about various things. Tsukasa inquired about your hobbies and your family. You did the same. He also told a few jokes, and as much as you were surprised, they were good.
  • By the end of lunch break, you were feeling relaxed and happy, and your stomach was too. You’d managed to forget a bit about work, and all thanks to Tsukasa.
Meridian - drabble

Only posting this one here on tumblr, because it’s basically the ending of my possible long fic. I’m only posting it at all because I know of a few people who want to read it.

Kitt never got the dance in Tartarus, because she never went back after High Noon. It left a lot of things unfinished.

Art, again, is by @mmmerchedesi

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