questioning life right now

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10 HOWS:

• How often do you sleep in a day?

• How old will you be at your next birthday?

• How old do you want to be when you get married?

• How is the weather today?

• How often do you see your best friend?

• How did you do in high school?

• How did your night go last night?

• How are you feeling at this moment?

• How did you celebrate your last birthday?

• How did you get one of your scars?


• What is your first name?

• What did you do last weekend?

• What is the most important part of your life?

• What would you rather be doing?

• What did you last cry over?

• What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?

• What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?

• What are you worried about?

• What did you have for breakfast?


• Have you ever liked someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend?

• Have you ever had your heart broken?

• Have you ever been out of the country?

• Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?

• Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?

• Have you ever dated someone younger than you?

• Have you ever read an entire book in a day?


• Who was the last person you chatted with?

• Who was the last person you texted?

• Who was the last person you hung out with?

• Who was the last person to call you?

• Who did you last hug?

• Who is the last person who texted you?

• Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?


• Where does your best friend live?

• Where did you last go?

• Where did you last hang out?

• Where do/did you go to school?

• Where is your favorite place to be?

• Where did you sleep last night?


• Do you like someone right now?

• Do you think anyone likes you?

• Do you ever wish you were someone else?

• Do you sing in the shower?

• Does the future scare you?


• Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?

• Why did you join Tumblr?

• Why did your parents give you the name you have?

• Why are you answering this game?

3 IFS:

• If you could have one super power what would it be?

• If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?

• If you were to choose, someone you love or someone who loves you?


• Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?

• Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?


• Are you happy with your life right now?

I went back to therapy yesterday….

I’ve been going through some rough times lately. I have a history of depression and anxiety, and yesterday, I finally took that first step to getting better again: I saw a therapist.

She started our session by asking why I was coming to her, and all the Bad Things just came pouring out: issues with friends, sick family members, bad choices I’ve made recently, hating my job, not feeling important to anyone. She didn’t tell me it was all in my head. She just listened and offered me a tissue when I started to cry.

Then she paused, and asked me a question: “What is good in your life right now?”

It took me a minute to think of anything. But then, I started explaining Achievement Hunter; how they make me laugh and enable me to escape. I told her about all of you in the community, and how inclusive and loving you all are, even to people who are relatively new fans, like me.

She smiled and told me she was going to write “Achievement Hunter” in big letters in my file because “that’s important.”

She’s right. It’s important. So, thank you all for being the good thing in my life. Whether you’re an actual member of @officialah or you’re a member of the community; you are my Happy Thought.

Ce faci? - Sebastian Stan

Summary: Sebastian flirts with you on The Late Late Show

Author Note: This is based on the incredible interview with Sharon Stone and Sebastian. Flirty!Seb is HOT!

part 2

Originally posted by papertownsy

“That was Carpool Karaoke with the lovely Y/N,” James Corden said to the camera before turning to face you. 

You had spent a day with him driving around in LA having fun. Your first album was released two weeks ago and quickly rose to number one on the charts. You were relieved to hear the positive response from your old fans who only knew you from acting jobs, but also from your new fans. You could now proudly say you had successfully transitioned from acting to singing. 

“Thank you so much for being here. I gotta say, I absolutely love your new album!” he praised. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, “That means a lot and I can honestly say that was one of the funniest car rides in my entire life.”

You had been on The Late Late Show once before promoting a movie, and it was one the best interviews you have had. James was magnificent at making you feel comfortable, having other celebrities by your side helped, but his kind and hilarious personality made you feel right at ease.

James smiled, before talking about the songs.

“So, there are rumours that some of the songs are written about a special person,” James wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, no” you laughed dismissing it, ”there’s no one special in my life right now.”

“Well, if you need someone,” a voice butted in. Turning to your side, the other guest, Sebastian Stan was smirking in your direction pointing at himself. 

“I mean, imagine having a song written about you and getting to say it’s the incredible Y/N who wrote it” he continued, “I could die happily.” He laid an arm on the back of the couch smiling cockily. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and if you leant back, his muscular arm would touch your back. 

“What’s going on here?” James gestured confusedly but excitedly.

“Can I just say,” he turned to once again face you,” I feel like I’ve seen you all my life and you look so great,” his blue eyes gazed into yours and when he laid a hand on yours, small sparks of electricity ran through your body. You laughed at the attention trying to remember he was a great actor just flirting for the fun of it. 

“You’re a joke. You’re actually going for it!”, James jumped in his seat,” You’re ridiculous. You’re actually going for it. I love it. I love it!”

“Why not,” Sebastian questioned,” when I have this incredibly gorgeous woman sitting next to me with a voice of an angel?”

You laughed in disbelief over how far he was willing to go but felt a warm fuzzy feeling spread inside.

“So, Sebastian you are originally from Romania, right?” James asked once the audience settled down.

“That’s true, yeah.”

“So obviously you are fluent in Romanian. How would one go about asking Y/N out?” You knew James kept this subject going as it would get more views but you kinda also didn’t want Sebastian to stop flirting.

Sebastian nodded in thought before moving closer and once again laying an arm behind you with one leg crossing the other.

“Ce Faci?" 

Without thinking, you asked the first thing that popped into your head when James said Romania.

“Would you bite me in the neck?” 

"Oh my God.” Disbelief showed on his face and the audience was silent for a moment. Then he swept in low and went for your neck as laughs filled the room. You pushed him away slightly giggling but his warm breath on your neck sent your mind into dark places.

“Don’t make me do it.” he raised his voice slightly pointing his finger before taking a sip of his water.

The audience was still in stitches as you tried to remedy the situation by clarifying what you meant. Dracula had his castle in Romania right?

“So, there really is no one special in your life right now?” James asked returning to the first question.

“No, there really isn’t,” you shook your head before placing a hand on Sebastian thick thigh, “but in the future, there might be?” You looked over at Sebastian and gave him a wink.

“Dear lord,” he ran a hand through his soft looking hair licking his lips, “You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” James grinned widely at the scene in front of him. 

“Any chance of you going out with him Y/N?”

“I mean, I gotta say, he is pretty cute.” You retorted giving him a smile. Sebastian’s once cocky attitude disappeared and light pink dusted his cheeks as he felt onto the couch.

James laughed loudly at the change, “Oh, look at him!”

“You were so cocksure, and now you’re a blushing mess.” he stood up from his chair in excitement. 

It was actually quite adorable how flustered he got from your words resorting to hiding his smiling face in his hand. 

“And here you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The next power couple brought to you on The Late Late Show!” James yelled into the camera still grinning widely. 

- - -

You said your goodbyes to James before leaving to your dressing room with one last glance at Sebastian who had been caught by a few adoring stagehands.

A small knock on your door brought you to your feet again. You set down the slice of pizza you had ordered to be here once the show finished. After almost tripping over the discarded shoes on the ground you made it to the door.

The same man who had made you feel butterflies and giggly stood outside your door awkwardly.

“Hi,” Sebastian spoke and you could almost feel the nervousness roll of him.

You responded giggling at the complete 180 degrees turn from cocky to shy.

“I” he paused muttering “I’m really doing this” under his breath before continuing.

“I just wanted to tell you I meant everything I said out there. I really think you are amazing and unbelievably gorgeous,” his stare on the ground lifted and you could see the nerves swimming in his deep blue orbs. 

“I was just wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?” he bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. 

“You really got stop doing that,” you said breathlessly as more butterflies filled your stomach. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion not quite catching what you meant.

“Biting your lip and running your hand through your hair.” you clarified, “It makes me think and want to do things I shouldn’t.” This time his eyes widened at your confession and a sliver of lust showed.

“And yes, I would like to go out with you.” you grinned. 

He sighed in relief and a smile spread on his beautiful face.

“I got pizza in here if you want to join?” you gestured inside and the twinkle in his eye was more than enough to account for his answer. You put out a hand and when his fingers intertwined with yours, feeling the same spark from before, you pulled him into your dressing room. 

how does one not get stressed

The Baking Sun (Tarot Spread)

A spread ideal for questions about stagnation and when you need to learn how to grow.

In honor of Midsummer, I created a new Tarot spread that incorporates multiple decks (I used an oracle deck for the additional cards). Two decks are NOT required- you can still do this spread with a single deck if you like!

1.) The Sun
What is hovering over your life right now, the main driving force behind your question.

2.) The Seedling
Basically you right now: how you’re feeling and dealing with the current situation

3.) The baked soil
Your obstacle. What is needed to overcome in order to move forward and get moving.

4.) The Sprout
Your goal: the direction things will go if you can overcome your obstacle.

5/6.) The Water 
It’s optional on whether to do one or two cards here; I like two. Regardless, they’re what you need to think about or the assistance needed to overcome your obstacle.
This is meant to be from a separate deck (Tarot or Oracle) as it’s meant to be an entirely “new” influence, so all the cards are basically back on the table. However, you can use the same deck if you aren’t able to use a second. 

If anyone uses this and posts about it I’d love to be tagged! Curious how others find it.

I just applied to a job with a REALLY involved application system, and one of the questions was “Do you have a sense of humor? Explain.” and I read that as “tell a joke” and so now this 90 minute long assessment is punctuated at the end with like the worst punny garbage and I don’t know if that improves or worsens my chances at getting hired.


Primadonna - Dean Winchester

Summary ; in which y/n is massively misunderstood and it had started to get her down. but, it only gets worse when dean, himself, decides that he can’t handle her anymore either and drives y/n into packing her bags and leaving the bunker - leaving him - potentially for good.

Pairing ; dean x reader

A/n ; please pretend that they have the men of letter’s bunker earlier on :)) gifs aren’t mine x

Warnings ; angst, language, mentions of past physical and verbal abuse, verbal abuse (?), dean being a complete asshole

Words ; 4.7k

Published ; 11th june, ‘17


Stay safe + ily🌷

Primadonna girl, yeah
All I ever wanted was the world
I can’t help that I need it all
The primadonna life, the rise and fall
You say that I’m kinda difficult
But it’s always someone else’s fault
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave

The first time you had actually heard someone spit out those strident words about you, it had been when you got back from a hunt. You had been utterly bruised and battered by those ghouls and all you wanted to do was head home and slip into a well-earned slumber, your limbs aching incessantly and your eyes struggling to stay open, but Dean had been adamant on celebrating a job well done.

You had left to visit the lady’s bathroom; you had only been gone a couple of minutes and already, they had started spewing rude comments about you. 

“Dean, humour me - how is someone like you, with someone like her?” When you faintly perceived the words flowing sourly from some hunter’s mouth, his eyebrow raised in amusement and his lips pulled into a hostile and malicious smirk, you stopped abruptly in your tracks on your way back to the table and slid sneakily behind a nearby wall instead - still able to hear their crude conversation centred around you.

Your boyfriend’s reply was muffled and your eyes subconsciously narrowed down at him from where you stood, hidden in the desolate shadows of the dusty bar. 

“But she’s such a nuisance,” Hearing their preconceived and cruel words, your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth fell agape slightly, dejected that people who didn’t even know you would voice their snide judgement about you to Dean. Upon hearing their words, vicious memories that you pushed so far down began to unwillingly resurface in your mind.

The other hunter spoke up from where she was sat at the dusky marble of the bar, perched on her seat on the other side of Dean, “Typical primadonna girl if you ask me.”

Waiting patiently, but not hearing the man you loved defend you at all, you felt your heart drop; you took a step out from being consumed by dark shadows and swallowed away the sting of tears that threatened to make their escape. 

It was like Aaron all over again, his harsh words echoing in your ears like he had only just spat them at you. Aaron was over five years ago, and still, his words affected you majorly to present day.

“You’re so controlling. Everything has to be your way or the highway! When will you quit being such a bitch? Jeez, you’re so difficult to be with,” You had just told him to stop moving the ‘ugly’ welcome mat from the front door. It had a blood red devil’s trap painted delicately to the bottom side to it. You were just trying to protect him and yourself. 

“Please, Aaron, j-just trust me. Please, just put it back by the front door; w-we don’t need to keep arguing about this,” Your voice was quiet and barely audible as your bleary eyes stayed focused on the bleak ground below you - too terrified to look into his fiery gaze.

“There you go again! Always expecting other people to do things for you! Stop being so god damn demanding and start to understand that not everyone will hand you whatever you want on a gold fucking platter!” His hand came up to run his fingers aggravatingly through his dark hair but you couldn’t help but flinch away from his abrupt action, squeezing your (y/e/c) eyes shut and bracing yourself for the callous hit.

It hadn’t been the first time that he had hit you. So, you had to hide your complete confusion when he caught you expecting the bitter and punitive slap and took an intimidating step closer - gripping at your shoulders harshly, instead. 

Your body immediately tensed up at the rough contact, nevertheless, your figure going rigid when his fingers dug nastily into your skin. “Don’t be such a fucking drama queen. I wasn’t going to hit you this time.” 

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We All Fall Down - Thirteen

You lay in bed later that evening, your tummy full of home cooked food and your eyes heavy with tiredness. You couldn’t decide if the evening had been better than you’d expected or worse.

Spencer had driven you both there. Initially, you’d planned on offering to drive you both, thinking that if you drove it would help you stick to your new self vow to lower your alcohol intake. After Spencer’s “gift” though, you decided that you needed a drink, just one or two, and after all, you’d told yourself you’d lower the intake, not cut it off completely. The drive over had been relatively quiet, a classical music radio station playing in Spencer’s car, him humming along quietly as you stared out of the window trying to memorise the route in case you ever did need to come here. When Spencer had knocked on the front door with Will opening it seconds later, a small, blonde haired ball of energy rushed forwards, surprising you entirely by wrappings its arms around your waist as tightly as they could go.

“Aunt Y/N!”

“Hi Henry!” you raised your eyebrows at his father, noticing the look of amusement in Will’s face.

“He’s been looking forward to seeing you all day, doll. Been trying to convince his mama to let him stay up later to eat with the adults but she’s having none of it.”

You were surprised Henry even remembered you to be honest, but then again it is sometimes funny how the mind works, a person or sometimes just a name sticking with you. You patted the blonde head that was still nestled against your stomach and prised his arms from around your waist.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to have some fun before bedtime then won’t we Henry?” The little boys eyes lit and he slipped his hand into yours.

“Can I show Aunt Y/N my bedroom, Dad?”

Will nodded and Henry grinned widely, tugging you along the hall and up the stairs. You let yourself be tugged, looking back and making a shrugging motion at the men, clocking the slight scowl on Spencer’s face. Was he annoyed at you for going with his… well your nephew? Was he jealous of the attention you were getting from him? Or perhaps seeing you with Henry was reminding him of what you had taken away from him, once by accident and the second time through your own choices? You pushed it to the back of your mind, away with all of the other thoughts and questions you had about the state of your life right now and allowed yourself to be taken in by your nephew’s excitement.

Henry showed you all his favourite toys with glee, you making the appropriate noises and taking each from him and looking it over with acted awe. He had a child sized artist easel in the corner of his room and when he saw you that you’d seen it, he dragged you over and started flipping through the huge drawing pad that was on there, you smiling at his paintings. For a child, they were good and you told him so.

“Mr Alvez says so too, he says I’m the best artist in his class!” Henry grinned at you happily, lisping due to two missing front teeth.

“Henry, Y/N, wherever did you disappear off too?” Diana Reid poked her head around the door and you glanced up at the huge clock on the wall, realising that you’d been up here for almost forty minutes.

“Henry was showing me all his favourite toys,” you told her, a genuine smile upon your face. You’d quite happily spend the evening up here, playing with them if you could.

“Well my boy, your mama says it’s your bedtime. And it’s almost dinner time for the adults. We’ve got time for one bed time story, a quick one.”

“Can Y/N read it to me?” the little boy asked and you felt your heart melt a little. Diana looked over at you and you nodded.

“I’ll tell you what, we’ll both read it to you,” she said. Henry grabbed a book and hopped into bed, more willingly than most children would and you and Diana took it in turns to read page after page until Will called you both downstairs with the news that dinner was served. You kissed the boys head and assured him that you’d come back to see him soon, walking down the stairs to the dining room with Diana.

That had been the best part of the evening, spending time with a child who had no judgement against you, only love for you.

The rest of the evening was uncomfortable for you as you knew it would be, polite questions thrown your way by Will and Diana which you answered as easily as you could, throwing you mask as Spencer Reid’s wife back on.

And then…

“So what are your plans here Y/N?” Diana asked you.

“Plans?” you questioned, swallowing down the mouthful of delicious chicken.

“She means are you planning on getting a job at all or just continuing to sponge off my brother?”

Those words came from Jennifer who although she’d always looked like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, had quite the sharp tongue when it came to defending people she cared about.

“Jennifer!” Diana scolded at the same time as both Will and Spencer said, “JJ,” harshly. She shrugged and continued eating, Spencer answering for you.

“Y/N is still unpacking for us, we had quite a lot of things to bring with us and she’s finding a home for everything. After that, I’m hoping she’ll begin to write again.”

Your jaw clenched and you forced yourself to unclench it.

“Well perhaps if that doesn’t work out, you could train as a teachers aid or something. You’re very good with Henry, Y/N, and I know the elementary school are always in need of good aids.” Diana smiled softly at you and you took her idea on board.

“That’s actually a good suggestion Diana, thank you. I’ll look into it. Children do seen like me for some reason and I like them too.”

“Hmmmmph!” the noise that came from Jennifer then cleared up any doubt in your mind about whether she knew about the abortion or not.

“JJ, I feel like we all need some more drinks. Help me in the kitchen please.” Spencer spoke to his twin in a tone that she obviously knew not to argue with and they disappeared for a few moments. When they returned, she shot you a sweet smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes and dinner and dessert were finished with the polite, and incredibly boring, conversation from earlier continued.

As you left Diana made promises to come round and help you one day, telling you she’d take you out into the city for lunch as well, you telling her that would be nice.

During the drive home you heard Spencer take a breath as if he was going to speak multiple times, before stopping himself. Finally just as you were heading up to bed, a large glass of wine in hand, which quite frankly you felt you deserved, he spoke.

“I apologise for my twin. She’s very protective of me.”

“Don’t apologise on her behalf Spencer. You can’t control what she says to me.”

He went to speak again but you interrupted him with one last sentence before you left him for the evening.

“You can only control what you say to her that makes her feel she has the right to say those things to me.”

The next morning you awoken later than you’d intended to, having not bothered to set an alarm because you hadn’t bothered with alarms in months, because you’d had no reason to get out of bed in the morning.

Spencer’s twin had got to you last night but at the same time, if you put yourself in her shoes looking at yours and his relationship, you could see where she was coming from. You wondered what it felt like to have someone so protective of you that they would purposely make someone else feel uncomfortable. Spencer had defended you to her in the past, you remembered when they came into the city for the wedding that he’d hurriedly arranged, the first time you’d met his sister. You’d overheard a conversation between them.

“Oh come on Spencer, she can’t even drink at her own wedding.”

“JJ, she’s pregnant, of course she can’t drink.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it. Was she failing her class or something and offered to let you have a go on her to increase her grade? Or does she just have serious daddy issues and wants someone to take care of her and fund her my little pony collection. I can’t believe you were stupid enough to…. ”

“Jennifer! Enough. It’s not like that, I love her.”

You’d walked away at that point, not caring to hear Spencer preach about how much he loved you, you heard that daily from him. But this was how you knew that sweet little Jennifer Joy was not quite as lovely as people thought.

You lounged for a while longer before pulling yourself out off bed and heading downstairs with plans to sort out the kitchen. Passing by the open study door, you paused when Spencer called out your name.

“Morning Y/N, I’m going through these boxes like you asked me to.” He was pretty much knee deep in papers. “Where do you want me to put the stuff that needs throwing out?”

You thought carefully. The dining room table was getting pretty full and you didn’t want to be breaking your back by bending down all the time.

“Put whatever you don’t want in boxes on the study desk and put everything else either away, or if it’s the letters you want me to put in the ring binders, then put them in a box by the door. I’ll get to them at a later stage.”

He nodded and you got the feeling he wanted to say more to you but didn’t. Instead, you had a house related question for him.

“What do you want me to do with your parents crockery? We have all of our own still boxed up from New York and I can’t fit it all in the cupboards.”

He pursed his lips, thinking and then making a decision. “I know my mom has crockery in the annexe at JJ’s so I don’t think she’ll want it. Box it up and put ours in its place. I’ll find out what she wants me to do with it but I imagine she want it to go to charity or something.”

That was the answer you’d hoped for as it would give you an excuse to shut yourself off in the kitchen, so that’s what you did, spending the entire day working in there and unpacking a large majority of the boxes, leaving the hall way looking so much clearer. You unplugged the chest freezer, putting towels down on the floor just in case. You intended to leave it off over night and then take everything out tomorrow morning, ready for the trash collection the next day.

Despite having food in, Spencer ordered take out food. Both of you had been working all day and neither could be bothered to attempt to cook. Over dinner he told you that everything was sorted and separated onto two piles in the places you’d told him. Afterwards, he took himself off upstairs, claiming that he wanted an early night ready for his first day teaching tomorrow but that he’d be home at around 6pm. His absence from your company suited you fine and you settled down on the couch, watching a film until you found yourself drifting to sleep.

The next day Spencer was gone as you knew he would be. You looked outside, seeing that it was hammering it down with rain, droplets seemingly to rebound from the ground as they hit. The air was muggy and the atmosphere strange, like a storm was brewing. You searched the number for the local authority, them taking payment over the phone to collect your extra trash, then you checked the weather forecast, wondering how long you could avoid goings outside. Heavy rain all day and all night with the chance of thunderstorms, as you’d suspected. You bit the bullet and shoved your feet into an old pair of ballet pumps you didn’t mind ruining, starting to heave the boxes and rubbish bags you accumulated down to the end of the drive.

Next you tackled the now defrosted freezer, loading the contents into bags and abandoning them outside too, your clothes and hair soaked through all ready. Lastly, you entered the study, suprised to see only two boxes lined up on the floor, whilst there were at least five boxes on the desk. You’d thought Spencer would have wanted to keep more stuff than that but perhaps he was now also taking the approach of starting over. One by one you hauled them outside, stacking them by the now overflowing trash cans. You peeked inside the final box, seeing piles of letters and the old shoebox you’d seen the other day, not even thinking twice about it.

Finally finished, you kicked off your sodden ballet pumps, leaving them by the front door to dry out. You ran yourself an extremely hot bath, falling asleep in the bubbles for an hour or two, only waking when the temperature cooled. Afterwards, you redressed, throwing on a t shirt and jeans, lying on your bed and scrolling through some of the recipes Emily had sent you. Perhaps you could make Spencer dinner, he’d certainly be suprised to come home to find a home cooked dinner made by yours truly. Yes, that’s what you’d do. The cell phone was dying and the socket you’d shoved the charger into was in a hard to reach place so you quickly jotted down the recipe and instructions for a stir fry, knowing you had at least all of important ingredients in thanks to Emily. You left your phone on on charge and took yourself down stairs, pleased with yourself that you were at least trying.

When Spencer walked through the door an hour later he was greeted with the smell of chicken and garlic sizzling. When he entered the kitchen, you smiled sweetly at him and asked his day was, deciding that a kiss on the cheek was a long way off and instead handing him a glass of wine. He told you about his day as you dished out the food, you making all the appropriate noises but truth be told, not really listening to him. Then there was just the sound of forks scraping against plates, glasses being drunk from as you drank your… shock horror, water and he drank his wine, refilling his glass when it was empty.

“This food is delicious Y/N, what a lovely surprise to come home to.”

His praise made you feel pleased with yourself, for once it seemed you had done something right.

“And the house is beginning to feel more liked our home as well. You’ve been working hard.”

“Well I’ve been trying, and it’s been nice to have something to do. I was suprised though, I must say, by the amount of things you got rid of from your study.”

“There was only the two boxes, Y/N. That was mainly just the envelopes all the letters had come in.”

You paused, your fork raised in the air and a sinking feeling hitting you. “No, I counted six boxes. The ones you left on the desk where I told you to put anything you wanted to throw out.”

It was Spencer’s turn to pause. “No, it was the two boxes on the floor. You told me to put anything I wanted to keep on the desk.”

You calmly placed your cutlery down on the table, knowing full well what you had told him. “Spencer, I told you that anything for the trash was to go on the desk and I know I told you this because I didn’t want to keep bending down to pick things up.”

Your husband paled. “That’s not what you said.”

You were about to argue with him when he spoke again. “Where are the boxes from the desk Y/N?”

You almost didn’t want to reply, knowing that although you had done nothing wrong, you were going to be blamed anyway. And given how long those boxes had been out in the pouring rain, you knew that anything in them, especially anything paper based, would be ruined.

“Where are they Y/N?” he asked again, his jaw clenched.

“Outside,” you replied timidly. He shoved his chair back, rushing outside whilst you sat and waited, that sinking feeling getting worse. Moments later he was back, the only item with him was the shoebox, it dripping wet and the cardboard falling to pieces.

Spencer emptied the contents on the table, paper that had once been white, now sodden and smeared with illegible ink.

“No no no no no!!” Spencer cried with anguish, more emotion in his voice than you’d heard for a while. You caught sight of a line of handwriting not yet ruined by the rain.

“My darling William….”

Shit. Oh God, these were letters to his father.

“Spencer…. I…. I’m sorry…” this wasn’t your fault but you felt that you had to apologise.

He poured over the letters, getting more and more agitated when they tore at his touch.

“Spencer?” you stood up, making a move to go towards him. “Stop, maybe we can dry them….”

“You ruin everything!”

You stopped in your tracks feeling like you’d been slapped in the face. Your husband’s eyes narrowed and anger flashed in them.

“Everything you touch, you ruin. It was your fault we were in that car accident, you couldn’t wait a few more hours to get home. You’re the one that was unfaithful, you’re the one that had the abortion. And now you’ve destroyed these. You’re poisen Y/N, poisen!”

“Spencer… I’m sorry…. I didn’t….”

“Get out.”

You blinked, thinking you hadn’t heard him right.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” The full wine glass that was on the table suddenly whizzed passed your head, you jumping as it smashed loudly against the wall behind you.


You spun around, slipping on the now wet floor in your hurry, wincing as your palm came down on a piece of broken glass, a thick line of crimson suddenly appearing on your skin. A hand grasped your arm roughly, hauling you up and pushing you towards the door.

“Spencer… It was an accident… Spencer… Please!” Your phone and bag were upstairs, your car keys on the kitchen counter, your feet were bare and it was still hammering with rain.

“I don’t ever want to see you again!” he opened the front door and pushed you angrily outside, throwing your ballet pumps out after you and loudly slamming the door, the locks turning second later.

Lightning cracked above you, a loud clap of thunder following it.

The storm had finally come.

{{Some fluff, fluff, fluff for everyone!! And listen, I really want Maggie to have more friends, okay XD I hope you guys enjoy it ^^ @queercapwriting }}

There is a cop pouring herself a cup of coffee next to them, as they sit awkwardly on a bench in the precinct waiting for their brother to be released. They hear the cop make a disgusted noise as she takes a sip from her mug.

“Ooh! I was just about to tell you not to try that.” The teen hears another officer say, but he’s in uniform.

“Not fast enough, rookie!” Her tone is playful, and the teen notices that dimples appear on the detective’s cheeks.

“I’m about to do a coffee run, do you want anything?” The officer asks.

“A soy latte would be amazing.” The teenager notices the dimples again.

“That’s disgusting, Sawyer. I don’t know how Alex puts up with you…” He says jokingly, making Detective Sawyer playfully punch his shoulder.

“That’s because they love me, Johnson! Maybe one day you’ll find someone who puts up with your crappy tastes too.”

“I hope so, but not everyone is so lucky to find a girl-” His eyes widen, and he quickly corrects himself, “Not everybody is so lucky to find someone as amazing as Alex.” Rubbing the back of his neck, the officer says, “Sorry, Maggie.”

The kid feels like their heart racing inside their chest; had they heard that right?? Is this gorgeous detective dating someone who goes by the same pronouns as they do?? And had they really just heard the officer correct himself and apologize for his mistake?? Are they dreaming? They must be…“

“It’s alright, man. Sometimes slip-ups happen, but you corrected yourself, and I know you didn’t mean anything by it.” Maggie says softly.

Matt Johnson is a rookie who is quickly becoming good friends with Maggie. They have been getting closer since he starting going to the precinct’s LGBT+ meetings, and taking part in their outreach program along with Maggie.

“Thanks, Mags. Alex’s here, right? Can I get them anything?” Matt asks.

“They are questioning a suspect, yeah. Oh, you can ask them~” The teen notices Maggie smiling brightly, seemingly looking at someone.

Following her line of sight, the teenager sees this bad-ass, gorgeous-looking person smiling back at Maggie and Matt. ‘This can’t be the person the cops were talking about!’ The teen thinks, and they have to contain themselves not to squeal when Alex discreetly rubs small circles on Maggie’s back before pulling their hand back.

“Matt here is going to be a hero and do a coffee run. Want anything, Danvers?” Maggie asks with such a bright smile, and with such love in her eyes that the teen feels their cheeks flushing, and they are forced to look away, because they feel like they are intruding.

Johnson apparently feels the same way, because he groans, saying, “You two give me cavities…”

Alex scoffs, but they are blushing now. “A double-shot of espresso would be great.” They reply, noticing the teenager sitting next to them.

“That’s almost as bad as Sawyer’s soy latte. Almost.”

“Oh, get outta here already, rookie!” Maggie playfully swats at his shoulder, and Matt pretends to be hurt, wincing dramatically.

“You’re lucky I like Alex so much, Sawyer, otherwise I wouldn’t bring you your coffee.” He says with a smug smile, as he starts heading toward the exit.

“I think you meant how much you fear them!” Maggie shouts after him, and she is oblivious to how fast she makes the teen’s heart beat, because she said it out loud again. Them. And Alex is standing right there, looking all proud and comfortable in their own skin; and it makes the kid believe that maybe, just maybe they can grow up to be like this amazing person standing in front of them.

Oh, shit! Is Alex staring at them?

Alex crosses their arms over their chest, and gives the kid a small, tentative smile.

Crap! Yes, yes, they are!

The teenager becomes beet red, and promptly looks away, making Alex and Maggie share a knowing look.

“I have some paperwork to go through.” Maggie says, winking at Alex before walking back to her desk.

Alex casually sits next to the kid, and they both sit there kind of awkwardly stealing glances at each other for a few seconds before Alex asks, “What’s your name, kid?”

“Anna.” They reply in a heartbeat. “Shit! No, I mean, that’s my given name, but I prefer to go by McKenzie. My friends call me Mac, or Kenzie…either one is fine…”

Alex smiles softly, watching the kid squirm, and fidget with zipper on their jacket. “Nice to meet you, Mac. I’m Alex.” They offer their hand, and when the teen shakes it, Alex asks, “What are you doing here, Mac? Are you in any trouble?”

“No, no!!” Their eyes widen, and they hurry to explain, “I’m here for my brother. He got into some stupid fight at a bar, and he’s being released today.”

Alex frowns slightly. “And where are your parents?”

Mac starts fidgeting again, looking away from Alex. “It’s just me and him…”

“And is he good to you?”

The teenager chuckles a little, and nods. “Yeah. He isn’t the brightest, you know? Makes some questionable life choices from time to time, hence why I’m here right now, but he is trying his best.”

Alex doesn’t realize how tense they are until they feel their body relaxing at McKenzie’s answer. “Okay… Good.”

They fall silent again, but after a while, Alex hears Mac asking quietly, “How did you know it wasn’t a phase? That you really wanted to stick with they, them as your pronouns?”

Alex smiles softly, and they consider the question seriously before replying, “Well, when I was first coming to terms with my sexuality, I made that very same question about it, and a very smart, and insanely beautiful detective told me that it wasn’t a phase, that I deserve to be happy. So, when I started questioning my gender, I tried to keep that in mind, that no matter what, I had to do what would ultimately make me happy, and every time I hear someone referring to me as they or them, I get that weird, but really good feeling inside, you know? So I must have made the right choice.” Alex grins, and leans closer to the teen to stage-whisper, “Besides, every time I start doubting myself, that same gorgeous detective is there to knock some sense into me.”

And they both laugh when they hear Maggie going, “My ears are burning, Danvers!” But before Mac can ask anything else, they see their brother walking toward them.

“Anna!” He hugs them tightly. “I’m so sorry, okay? I promise this will never happen again.”

Alex gives Mac a questioning look at the name their brother used, and they just give Alex a small smile, shaking their head. “Some people need to go step by step…baby steps, at that!” Mac chuckles.

Alex notices that Mac doesn’t seem too bothered, and they look genuinely happy to be with their brother so they decide to let it go. “Here,” Alex says, taking a card from their wallet. “This is my number. Call me, or text me if you ever want to talk, okay?”

Mac’s eyes sparkle, and they forget all about their shyness, surprising Alex with a tight hug. “Thank you.” They whisper, before pulling back, and taking the card.

Maggie comes up to Alex, and they watch McKenzie walk away with their brother. “You did great, babe.” She whispers, resting a hand on Alex’s back.

Turning to look at Maggie, Alex grins, “Well, I do have a gorgeous detective that inspires me.”

“Oh,” Maggie scoffs playfully, “Shut up, Danvers!” And they both laugh, bumping shoulders lightly as they walk toward Matt who just arrived with their drinks.

A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Chapter 12 - Red

Warnings: blood

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12 Ch. 13 Ch. 14 Ch. 15(M) Ch. 16 Ch. 17(M) Ch. 18  Ch. 19


The color of passion, fresh apples, spring flowers, roses….and blood.

Looking down at my shaking hands which were stained red; my clothes, my shoes, my arms, my face…it all had red….

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Caroline and Klaus Might Rekindle Their “Vampire Diaries” Romance on “The Originals”

Last week, fans of The Vampire Diaries who are still reeling from their fave show ending got the surprise of the century: Candice King, who played Caroline on the show, will appear in The Originals’ final season.

Right now, it’s only confirmed that Caroline will appear in the season five premiere, but according to the show’s creator, Julie Plec, she could end up having a larger role in the season.

“Caroline is the headmistress of Klaus’ daughter’s school, so they are going to have an interaction at some point,” she shared with The Hollywood Reporter, spilling more details about the nature of Caroline’s role in the TVD spinoff.

Julie went on to reveal that because Caroline has known Klaus the longest, “she has a perspective for him and the way that he’s living his life right now.”

The question is, will Klaroline’s ~interaction~ lead to romancing? The pair had a steamy romance when Klaus was on The Vampire Diaries. Even though Caroline suffered the tragic loss of her TVD love, Stefan Salvatore, in the series finale of TVD, season five of The Originals picks up ten years after the events of the finale — PLENTY of time for Caroline to get over her heartbreak and move on with Klaus!

It seems Joseph Morgan, who plays Klaus, thinks a rekindling romance is possible, since Klaroline never felt finished to him. “I suspected there might be something more to this story,” Joseph shared. “There’s always been … a feeling of something unresolved there.”

If by "unresolved,” he means that Klaus totally still has a thing for Caroline, he’s totally right. The world needs more Klaroline, STAT!


The Key To My Heart || Jack Maynard

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“Why are you Blair Witching?”

You groan and roll your eyes, looking over your shoulder at the bleach blonde boy with your eyes narrowed. “I’m not. I’m looking for my keys.” Your words came out in grunts as you continued to search through your handbag, but to no avail.

Looking back on that day a few months into the future, you could’ve sworn that karma was out to get you. From the moment you rolled out of your bed that morning and checked your notifications and took into account the number of emails you were yet to reply to, it seemed like the universe had damned you.

To name just a few of the things that you’d had to deal with that day, you started off by missing the tube by less than thirty seconds, you then proceeded to call an Uber, and your driver got horrendously lost on the streets of London with you in the backseat, no longer worrying about if you’d be late due to the fact that you already were.

You then proceeded to finish work an hour later than usual, which meant you didn’t have the choice to take the tube and had to call yet another uber, which somehow ended up being an even worse experience than your one earlier that day, seeing as you were almost one hundred percent positive that the lady driving you was a sociopathic murderer.

But like the melodramatic person you were, you still felt forced into giving her a five-star rating, just in case.

And then, like the cherry to top of the cake, you made it all the way up to your apartment before realisation dawned upon you and your eyes widened in horror. Bringing your back to the present, with you stood facing the wall beside your front door as you rifled through your handbag in a bid to find your keys; with your neighbour staring at you in amusement.

You exhale in frustration, running one of our hands through your hair and staring at the door, your face dropping in defeat. There was only one other logical place that your keys could be, and that place was a ninety-minute drive away; and if you were honest, you weren’t really up for getting yet another uber.

“I assume you’ve lost your keys,” Jack smirks, his arms folded over his chest as he suppresses a chuckle at the glare that you aimed solely at him. You grin at him sarcastically before rolling your eyes to yourself and sitting down on the carpeted floor, your legs crossed beneath you and your phone in your hand. He eyes you curiously. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m ordering myself Indian food.”

“Shouldn’t you call the building manager first?” He asks, raising his eyebrows as you look up from your screen and stare at him emotionlessly.

“Maynard, listen, I’ve been at work since seven am, I have been in this god awful outfit since five, my lunch consisted of a vanilla yogurt and a fruit smoothie. So please, for the love of god, don’t question my life choices right now.” You speak with anger laced in your tone, though the exhaustion on your face overrode any other emotion that your body expressed.

With a slight chuckle, he raises the bag in his hand. “Look, I probably ordered way too much Chinese for just myself, so if you’re willing to stay away from Indian food just for a while, you can come in and hang out in here whilst you wait for the building manager?”

Now, this was where a stranger, or just a casual neighbor would’ve politely refused and insisted that they’d be okay to just wait out in the corridor. But you knew Jack personally, and had done for a while, seeing as you were one of the many buttercreams’ sister. You had two choices in that moment, you could politely say no, and then be scolded by your brother for not letting Jack help you out, or you could agree and not have to deal with the wrath of your brother, but would be putting your Indian food on the line.

Your rumbling stomach seems to answer for you, and so you take a quick look at the time on your phone before standing up and smiling at him gratefully. “Yeah- yeah that’d probably be better than sitting out here on my own.”

Settling down into Jack’s apartment didn’t take too long, seeing as you’d been inside a good handful of times before. You paced around the coffee table in a circle whilst he began putting the food onto two plates in the kitchen, holding your phone up to your ear and waiting rather impatiently for the building manager to pick up his phone.

When he did finally manage to pick up her call, she went on to spent two minutes explaining what’s happened, and then being told that seeing as she had somewhere else to stay that he wouldn’t be able to bring the spare key over until the next morning.

You walk back into the apartment, having stepped out onto the balcony in order to pick up a better signal midway through the call, and exhale softly. “Uh, you wouldn’t mind if I spent the night here, right? He says he can’t get here with the spare until tomorrow morning.” She bites her lip nervously as Jack looks up from his plate at her in surprise. “But- but it’s okay if you say no because I’m sure my brother wouldn’t mind picking me up and taking me back to his place and-”

“(Y/N), seriously, it’s fine.” He shakes his head, an amused smile on his face as he pats the empty space next to him. “Come sit down and eat.”

You purse your lips to hide your smile and walk over, taking a seat next to him and curling into the back of the couch, sitting the plate of food on your lap and humming curiously. “You eat your chinese food dry?”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “You don’t?”

Rolling your eyes, you brush the question off and begin a new conversation about something your brother had spent a good few hours rambling to you about the last time you saw him. After eating, you decided on a movie relatively quickly, and then just watched whatever popped up next. It was one am when you felt your eyes begin to burn, and you look over at Jack to let him know how late it was, but when you looked over, you realised that he’d fallen asleep at some point during the movie.

You smile softly to yourself, tugging the blanket a little closer to yourself and making yourself comfortable before closing your eyes and relaxing into the couch, already dreading the back pain you were bound to wake up with the next morning.

As you laid there, on the verge of sleep, you couldn’t help the grin that tugged at the corners of your lips when you felt Jack shuffle around before he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you closer to him, providing you with what felt like the perfect amount of warmth.

Before that night, you’d never seen Jack as anything more than just another one of your brother’s friends, but now, as you fell asleep in the comfort in his arms, fully content, the possibility that he could one day become more than just your brothers friend, became just a little more realistic.

cookiecat401  asked:

I love you so much dude!! Your my smol boi!! My smol bean!! I'm so sorry I just did that. Anyways... uh... question, how's life right now? (Also admin, I love your art so much it's such an inspiration for me and I love you and your art so much!)


I’m fine, I guess… My life is monotonous my friend.. meh

ADM: YOU ARE AN ADORABLE CAKE PIECE! LET ME HUG YOU NOOOOW!!!  It makes me very happy to know you like my art! It’s very motivating!! >w< ♥ I love you sweetiepie! And thank you for telling me this! I’m happier now! ♥

anonymous asked:

i'm really ready to turn on notifications for when you post because all of your answers for cmbyn are making my life right now!! question (and a tough one): which do you like more: elio/oliver in the book or elio/oliver in the film. why?

Christ. This is like sophie’s choice. 

I want to preface my thoughts by saying I am a salty book person and I prefer the experience of reading over watching movies/TV.

I also want to mention that when I watched Ivory’s adaptation of Maurice I STRONGLY preferred the book. 

That was not the case with cmbyn. Though the film did not eviscerate me and cause me to question my own mortality the way the book did, I felt like the film was as nuanced as the book and often gave us more in terms of Elio and Oliver’s intimacy. 

I wouldn’t say I preferred one over the other, but that I experienced Elio/Oliver differently in each. When I read the book I identified very closely with Elio and fell in love with Oliver. When I watched the film, I related more to Oliver and fell in love with Elio.