tell another lie

The Supreme Grand Master smiled in the depths of his robe.  It was amazing, this mystic business.  You tell them a lie, and then when you don’t need it any more you tell them another lie and tell them they’re progressing along the road to wisdom.  Then instead of laughing they follow you even more, hoping that at the heart of the lies they’ll find the truth.  And bit by bit they accept the unacceptable.  Amazing.”

    —-Pratchett, Terry, Guards! Guards!.  Reading: Corgi, 1990. p107

theyoyomo  asked:

Prompt for you: “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.” Please? And thank you!! I love EVERYTHING you write. You're the best!

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

Sherlock climbs the stairs two by two, listening at John follows him quickly. He leaves the door open, heading for the sofa directly and lying down, eyes already closed.

He listens carefully as John enters the flat, closing the door and hanging his coat silently.

Three, two, one…

“Sherlock, I know you’re listening, so can we stop this now.”

Sherlock doesn’t move, barely dares to breath. How could he have lose control so quickly.

“Sherlock,” John calls again, this time coming to sit on the coffee table. “Stop pretending you’re okay because I know you’re not. You’ve haven’t slept in days, almost never eats again and haven’t been able to fully focus on any of the cases Lestrade gave us.”

Sherlock shuts his eyes tighter, fighting back the urge to take John in his arms and apologizes, tell him everything.

“I’m worried, love,” John sighs, and Sherlock knows he has now his head in his hands. “Is it about… about us? Did I do someth-”

“No!” Sherlock replies immediately, sitting up, panicked. “No, we are fine, more than fine, absolutely brilliant.”

John stares at him for a long moment before smiling, “Yeah?” Sherlock nods, moving so he can face John properly. “Then what is it? I can’t just stand there and let you go through all this again.”

“I-” Sherlock begins, prepared to tell yet another lie, but the sadness in John’s eyes make his heart aches. He sighs, one hand digging into his trousser’s pocket, fidgeting with what’s in there. “I have been experiencing a new level of stress lately,” he says, regulating his breathing.

John nods slowly, “Why?”

“There’s this thing I’ve been wanting to do, but I can’t seem to know how to do it,” Sherlock finally confesses.

“What thing?” John frowns, leaning closer as he takes his free hand.

Sherlock stares down at their joined fingers, inhaling deeply before taking out the small box off his pocket. John’s shape inhale echoes in the room for a long moment.

“John, if you agree, I’d like to spend the rest of my life not only as your best friend and, well, lover, but also as your husband.”

Sherlock holds his breath, not yet realising he actually manage to said those words out loud. John is staring at the box, still closed, and Sherlock curses himself and opens it quickly. John’s bright laugher fills the living room, and Sherlock looks back at him.

“John?” He whispers, watching a tear slide down his cheek.

“Christ, I love you,” John smiles. “I love you despite he fact that only you worry over such an evidence.”

Sherlock frowns, not sure to understand, but John pulls him close, kissing him softly before saying, “Nothing would make me happier than to be your husband, Sherlock Holmes.”

Sherlock pulls away to stare into his eyes, reading there the trueness of John’s reply and he lets out a small laugh, feeling his chest expand with something very, very warm, “Yes?”

“Yes,” John replies, laughing too, and Sherlock captures the sound from his lips, allowing himself to feel ridiculously happy once more.

You tell them a lie, and then when you don’t need it anymore you tell them another lie and tell them they are progressing along the road to wisdom. Then instead of laughing they follow you even more, hoping that at the heart of all the lies they’ll find the truth. And bit by bit they accept the unacceptable.
—  Guards, Guards, Terry Pratchett
The Outsiders Prompts

a/n: please give cred if you use ty!

- “You scare me” “Why? Because I’m a Greaser?” “No, because I know I’ll fall in love with you” 
- “You can’t keep doing this”
- “Tell me another lie”
- “What if I lose you!”
- “I love you. I love you. No labels, people, or amount of money is ever going to change that”
- “Stay away from me, because I’ll hurt you”
-"On three"
- “Don’t be afraid of me doll”
- "Scream, yell, say, do anything I'll find you"
- “Stop following me”
- “I need more chocolate cake”
- “You don’t love me”
- “Are you hurt?”
- "I told you I love her/him!"
- "You look good in my clothes"
- “It is, as a matter of fact, every part of my business”
- “Where the hell have you been?”
- “If the shoe fits dollface”
- "Get out of here!"
- "I told you to leave me alone"
- "Tell me something good"
- "Is that blood?"
- "I'm sneaking out"
- “What did they do?”
- "You have a blade on you right?"
- "Damn" "What?" "You're eyes"
- "Did you at least call the police?"
- "It's you. It's always been you"
- "You're weird"
- "Run"
- "Please don't tell him"
- "Just be careful, okay?"
- "I like it when you sing"
- "What's going on in that mind?"
- "You can't be here"
- "Alright wise guy"
- "I hate you" "You love me"
- "Can I see your blade?"
- "I'm sorry I let you fall for me"
- "Come closer"
- "Can I join you?"
- "You're all over the place"
-"If this was the last time you'd see me, what would you say"
- "I can't see you anymore"
- "I've seen you around you know"
- "Take my jacket"
- "Lay with me, just for a minute"
- "What did you say to me?"
- "Get in the car, please?"
- "This is my choice!"
- "You're an asshole"
- "That's her/him"
- "That's not funny"
- "Dance with me"
- "I'm allergic to your bullshit"
- "Sunsets don't compare to you"
- "You're distracting me"
- "I can't kiss you" "Why not?" "Because I'll never stop"
- "Are you afraid of me?"
- "You're all I have"
- "You are my everything"
- "You're pretty, but your heart makes you beautiful"
- "You don't scare me doll"
- "Open your eyes for once"
- "Where are you going?
- "You totally dig me"
- "Please, don't leave me"
Johnny x Reader

Anonymous asked: “tell me another lie” prompt with johnny?


Your fingers traced across his bare chest until he shivered, mumbling your name with a voice dripping in languor. Tilting your head up, you saw that Johnny’s eyelids had fallen, and how he was narrowing his eyes in that way he did that told you he was deep in thought. Darkness had long since concealed the two of you, but the window in the room was open, granting the white moon to gleam over yourselves.

“I love you, Y/N,“ Johnny murmured. You felt his arm around your shoulder tighten, and you rolled over so that you were using him as half of your support. He opened his eyes and smiled down at you, pulling the blankets further to warm you.

“I love you too, Johnny,” you told him.

A mauve color caught your attention though, when you traced your hand over his shoulder, and you frowned.

Johnny caught this, reddening. “Football,” he whispered. Not one part of you believed him, but you nodded your head.

“Oh. Okay.“

The Greaser veered in and kissed the top of your head. It was a subtle thing he did to hearten you whenever it appeared you needed it.

Soon enough, though, you found another bruise.

"Dally’s too strong,” Johnny claimed. “Threw me over his shoulder, and well, I’m more bone than muscle.”

You bit your lip until pain sparked. Your boyfriend’s uneasy smile was causing your stomach to flip.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,“ you whispered.

You tried to take his mind off of what his body caused him to recall. You pressed your lips to his collarbones in an alluring way, kissing up his neck, his skin soft below you. Johnny let out a breath resembling a sigh and relaxed finally, breathing your name with every exhale. But your lips found a weak spot, and you felt Johnny twitch due to discomfort, cursing softly.

"Tell me another lie,” you mumbled against his cheek.

“It was at school, I ran into someone.“

You nodded your head, and eventually found his lips, crawling over him and staring into his eyes.

"That makes sense.”

He leaned up and kissed you deeply, brushing his thumb along your jaw, and whispered that he loved you more than the world against your lips.


Requested Anonymously


I’m not in the habit of writing non-romantic imagines for the Doctor and I don’t plan to be, but since this was my first request for the Second Doctor… I thought I’d make an exception. This was actually pretty fun to write.

The best part, you think, is that the Doctor cares, and he doesn’t even know the whole truth. He cares because he does, not because he thinks he has any obligation to you, and not because you told him that you are just one more dirty little secret that Gallifrey has kept from him. And that’s probably the most important reason you have for not telling him.

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You tell them a lie, and then when you don’t need it any more you tell them another lie and tell them they’re progressing along the road to wisdom. Then instead of laughing they follow you even more, hoping that at the heart of all the lies they’ll find the truth. And bit by bit they accept the unacceptable.

Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

(In the original context this was about pseudo-mysticism, but it sure works well for current politics too.)


Originally posted by wonhontology

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Strong themes, violence, and explicit scenes will come up in future chapters. 

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anonymous asked:

appart from furuta just being a clown and toying with mutsuki do you think there is another reason ishida made him mentor to the oggai? any (positive) developpement or he will just let him drown in his madness until the end of his line? well, if playing mutsuki will become a "clown rite of passage" at least there is a chance that we will see itori in the future, trying to press mucchans buttons, but hey, silver lining

Mutsuki is probably the strongest Kaneki analogue among the Q’s right now, you can see that in how their masks are near exactly the same. 

THe main difference being that Kaneki’s teeth are prominently on display while Mutsuki’s mouth is sewn shut. A straighforward interpretation is that Kaneki’s ghoul side is meant to show his hidden strength and violence while for Mutsuki it’s the opposite his ghoul side shows what a liar he is.

Mutsuki’s foreshadowing has been along those same lines, that Mutsuki will “tell another lie” but whether that lie is to himself in continuing to pretend that he is okay, or things will be okay as long as he finds Sasaki and delaying dealing with his mental problems, or that lie is told towards the upper brass of the CCG in accepting a position of power only to search for Sasaki is unknown. 

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Stuck in the middle (with you)

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Originally posted by supernaturalangel1967

Summary: Charlie asks you to help her become a hunter, without telling to the Winchester. But something goes wrong.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3498 (..ops)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut in the end

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“Hey y/n, would you like to accompany me to the car?”
“Sure. I’ll be back.” I say to Dean, after giving him a kiss on the cheek. I spent a fantastic week with Charlie, who has been sleeping in the bunker. She is crazy: we gossiped about this and that, we watched TV series on Netflix, and we have ‘played’ with the PC. Still I can’t believe that she and I have hacked NASA. NASA, you understand?
Dean and Sam, meanwhile, had found a case in Maine, a nest of vampires, and so they went hunting, leaving me and Charlie to the bunker. Also, I’d wanted to go, but Charlie is not a hunter, and she could get hurt.
Charlie and I we get closer and closer to the car, she looks nervous. She continues to watch his back, observing if there is someone behind us.
“Charlie, are you okay?”
Giving a last look behind her, Charlie pulls a sigh of relief, and then looks at me.
“Y/n, I have to ask you something.”
“So, you make me worry. What is it?”
“I want to become a hunter.”
His words leave me speechless. I never thought that Charlie, the calm, nerd, and loving Charlie, would do such a thing.
“I know. It’s difficult and dangerous. But.. to see Sam and Dean, and even you.. You saved people, and I feel that I want to do it. My life has been difficult, and full of bad things. Hunting it can be a way to feel at peace with myself. ”
I look at Charlie. Me, Sam and Dean are years now we hunt. The Winchester brothers since they were children, and I since I was fifteen. And for me Charlie is like a sister, and I don’t want to get into trouble.
“Please, y/n.”

A message.
I take the phone resting on the table, and turn on the screen. It is Charlie.
How do you kill a Wondigo?
I roll my eyes.
They hate the fire. And anyway, it’s Wendigo.
At the end Charlie was able to convince me to help her become a hunter. Sometimes she comes to the bunker with an apology, sometimes we meet in a few motels to teach her more; it seems almost a clandestine history. But Charlie made me promise not to say anything to Sam and Dean. I hate lying to them, but if they knew what makes Charlie, they would seek in every way to stop her. And so I help her, teach her some moves useful in combat, and I give her some weapon to kill.
We have also partnered together during some hunting; while Dean and Sam thought that we were going to go shopping, we we killed werewolves, witches or vampires.
“Hey, y / n. Is something wrong?”
I put myself under the covers, and I turn to Dean; our noses brush against, and the hunter wraps his arms around my waist.
“Everything is alright.”
My lips collide with his lips, and in a few minutes, we find ourselves on top of each other, our clothes on the floor.

The next day, when I wake up, Dean is still asleep. So I get up, and I take a quick shower. When I come back in the room, I turn on the phone, and I realize that there is another message. Once again It’s Charlie.
Wondigo dead!
I look up to the sky, before continuing to read his message, I think to have found another case, and I think I’ll go see what it is!
Heck, it’s worse than us. She does not stop to kill a monster, that already finds another.
You shouldn’t rest a bit, Charlie?
I’ll rest when I’m dead.

“Good morning.”
I jump when I hear two arms wrap around my body; I was so taken by Charlie posts, I haven’t heard the Dean awakening.
“Good morning to you.”
I turn off the phone, and I approached Dean to me, putting my lips on his lips. The kiss continues a bit, Dean turns away from me, and he closes in the bathroom. While he takes a shower, I go into the kitchen to make coffee. Sam is already there, sitting in a chair with his PC. I smile: it reminds me of Charlie.
The coffee has already prepared Sam, and while I fill a cup, I feel my phone rang again.
Do you want to join me? ;)
“Hey y/n, I think I’ve got a case.”
I’m closer to Sam, who informs me of what he has found; meanwhile, Dean walks into the kitchen, and comes toward me.
I haven’t yet responded to Charlie, in fact, comes another message, but I pretend to nothing.
“Don’t you answer the phone?” Dean asks, intrigued. Her green eyes are watching me to see what I’m thinking. I can’t hide to him and Sam about Charlie. Not for much longer. I have to talk to her, and tell the truth to the guys.
Sam gets up, and after taking his PC, announces that it is preparing to leave.
“In ten minutes at the car?” says the younger of Winchester, looking first at his brother, and then me. Dean nods without saying another word, while I try to come up with an excuse not to go with them, so that I can have a chance to talk to Charlie.
“Um.. I think this time I pass. I don’t feel very well.”
Dean comes to me, and looks at me worried.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s those days of the month in which it is better to stay home and rest.”
The boys seem to fall for my lie, and after having left me a kiss on the cheek, Dean runs into his room to get ready. I take a deep breath. I hate all this; I feel so guilty about lying to Sam and Dean. He will not speak to me for weeks when he finds out what we do me and Charlie.

Sam and Dean have left the bunker to about half an hour, and as soon as I was left alone, I immediately called Charlie. After a few rings, she finally answered.
“Hey y/n, you are already in the car?”
“Charlie, where are you?”
I hear noises on the other side of the phone, seem more slamming doors. Charlie breath further and further away, then I feel it again.
“Rosemont, Illinois.”
I roll my eyes; are about a ten hours drive from here, but I should do it to get there and back earlier than boys. I dress quickly, and after taking my bag, I go into my nice car, and I leave.
During the trip, my cell phone rings a few times. The first call is Charlie, and I warn her that in a few hours I would come to her motel. The second call is Dean. With a lump in my throat, I decide not to answer; I will send to him a message later, writing that I was sleeping.
Lies upon lies; They are always accumulating more.
We know what happens when we lie to each other: every time that Dean lied to Sam, and all the times that Sam lied to Dean, there have been serious consequences. And I’ve always reproached both, to be honest with each other. And now it’s me who is lying.
I stop the car in the motel parking lot, and I go back to Charlie’s room. She opens up to me after knocking a few times, and sling on me to hug me. I enter in the motel room, and I notice the weapons resting on the bed.
“You have robbed a gun shop?”
Charlie smiles, and moves the weapons out of bed; we sit both. She does not give me the time to speak, that the girl speaks to me of the case that has found.
“I read about this creature who kidnaps children and then turn into them, to ‘eating’ their mothers. Wait, what was his name? Oh yeah, Changeling. And I have also read..”
I get up from the bed, and massage my temples; God, how much speaks.
“You don’t think of the case. We have to tell Dean and Sam that what we are doing. This.. lie, will lead to something bad. I don’t want to lie anymore. Dean begins to suspect something, I know.”
Charlie gets up and comes over to me; She places her hands on my shoulders, and tries to calm me down.
“I’ll talk to Sam and Dean. Very soon. I promise.”
The look in your eyes, and take a deep breath.
“So, what about the Changeling?”

Finding the Changeling and kill him wasn’t difficult. And Charlie seems to be getting better at hunting.
“And now what?”
I turn to Charlie, with open arms.
“Now we go back to the bunker. And when Sam and Dean come back, you will speak with them.”
“Yes, but first I have to put things right here. People will wonder why a child killed his mother, and then he died.”
I remain speechless. I try to stay calm, but I feel the anger pervade my body.
“Listen, y/n. Sam and Dean will return home before.. Two or three days? You go back to the bunker. I put things in place here, and I send a message to you when I’m coming.”

Charlie has cheated me. She remained in Rosemont, while I’m coming home. But I swear to god, if within two days she doesn’t bring his ass to the bunker and talk to the guys, I drag her to the sound of kicks up the bunker.
Tired because of the trip, I park the car out of the bunker, and I go back to the entrance door. I’m going in, and I notice that the lights are on.
Strange, I thought I had turned off everything.
I go down the stairs, and go into the library; suddenly I hear noises coming from the kitchen. I pull out the gun, and I approach slowly to the door, but I lower the weapon immediately, as soon as I see who it is.
“Dean.. what are you doing here?”
“Well, I live here. And you, instead? I thought you were not good. Where have you been?”
I’m staying breathless. And now what am I supposed to say? Still cover Charlie, and tell another lie? Or tell the truth, and give a damn about Charlie?
“You betray me?”
I look at Dean with a pained look and confused. God, he thinks that I attend to me with another.
“What-? No, Dean, I love you, and no one else. I could never betray you!”
“Then what’s wrong with you? Lately you’re always away with the head down on the phone. You say you don’t want to come with me and Sam to hunt because you aren’t well, and instead.. I’m going home, and you’re not here!”
Dean approaches menacingly at me, and I step back, up to slam his back against the wall.
“I’m asking you again. Are you dating someone else?”
Before answering Dean, the phone rings. I close my eyes, and I look away from the hunter’s face. I try to take it from his trouser pocket, but Dean is faster than me, and it pulls me out of my hands.
“Dean, give me the phone.”
Dean looks at the screen light, and after reading the name of the person calling me, moving his eyes back on me.
“It can wait.”
“Dean, who is it?”
“Charlie. But I think that your gossip will fade into the background.”
I’m closer to Dean, and I try to get my cell phone out of his hand.
“Shit, y/n! Don’t you see I’m trying to make a serious discussion with you!”
“No, Dean! It’s you who don’t understand! Give me that fucking phone!”
Dean’s eyes meet mine. He is angry, disappointed.. frustrated by my behaviour. He puts violently my phone on the kitchen counter, and leaves the room. I scream his name, but it’s useless.
I take the phone off the counter and answer quickly.
“Charlie, get your ass here. Now!”
“Y/n, I think I was wrong. There are others Changeling. Please, I need your help.”

I walk into my room and Dean, but when I come in, he is not there. I scream his name, but in the bunker there is only silence. I go to the garage, and I realize that the Impala is not.
Since there is Dean, I press on toward the Sam room, but even that is empty. There is only a note on his bed.
I went to run.
This means that I am alone. I come in quickly in the car, and I depart right away for Rosemont.
Meanwhile, I call Dean.
A ring. Two rings. Three rings. No answer.
I try to call for most of the trip, but it is useless.
Dean stupid! Charlie stupid! Stupid me!
After ten hours to drive, before entering again in the motel room of Charlie, I still call once Dean. No answer, and so I leave a message.
“Dean, please. I know you’re angry, and I’ll explain everything. But now I need you. Call me.”
I enter into Charlie’s room, and she’s there, and is preparing weapons. She turns to me, worried.
“Hey, y/n. We have a huge problem.”
“No, Charlie. I have a huge problem. Dean knows that I hide something, and he thinks I’m betraying him!”
Charlie sighs, and looks at me sad.
“I’m sorry y/n, it’s all my fault. I will speak with Dean.”
“I want you to speak with him now.”
“I can’t! There’s another of those things out there, and I think he has..”
Charlie doesn’t finish the sentence; someone breaks down the door, and comes into the room. He’s a man, very strong, he can push me away when I try to attack him.
I fall to the ground, and I hear a crack!
I can’t move my shoulder, but I try anyway to get up from the ground. The man goes to Charlie, who shoot. The man doesn’t seem to get hurt, and then continues to move closer to Charlie.
Suddenly I see under the bed a blowtorch; I take it, and I get up.
“Charlie, mirror!”
She looks around, and notice a small mirror on the nightstand. Charlie takes it and turns it to the man, who suddenly changes. Now he has his real look, the look of a Changeling.
I raise a blowtorch toward him, but the monster can take it off, and he causes me a deep wound in the shoulder.
The Changeling comes to me, and when it is about to attack, he starts screaming. Behind him is Charlie, who has managed to take a blowtorch. The monster catches on fire, and I watch him, as long as he does not fall to the ground, completely charred.
Charlie runs toward me, and she controls my shoulder.
“This is a deep cut. Do you need a doctor.”
I nod, and we go to the car. We put about fifteen minutes to get to the hospital. A doctor comes quickly toward me, and makes me sit on a lounger. While he controls my shoulder, Charlie walks away, and she comes back after a few minutes.
“The shoulder is dislocated. I now put in place, and then I sew the wound, okay?” asks me the doctor. I nod, and I prepare myself to the pain that will cause me to readjust the shoulder. The doctor pressed, and I feel another crack.
I yell in pain, which fortunately immediately passing. The doctor takes the necessary to stitch the wound, and gets to work.
“You are fine?” I ask to Charlie, who remained all the time in silence.
“I’m fine.”
She looks worried, and sad. She probably feels guilty for what happened.
“Charlie, it’s not your fault.”
“It’s my fault. Y/n, I was so stupid. I’m sorry.”
I try to say something, but the doctor’s voice that tells me to have finished, let me speechless.
“Stay here and rest a little, okay? You can go away in a few hours.”
I feel my head explode, due to the blow that I took when I fell. I massage with the fingertips my temples, but suddenly I hear the door of the room where the doctor left me gaping. I turn around, and I see Dean, quickly go in, and shut the door behind them.
“Oh great, look who shows up.”
I lower my head to avoid Dean’s eyes, and I continue to massage my head.
“Are you okay?” asks me Dean, a few feet from me.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Spend a few seconds in silence, then Dean sighs.
“You lied to me.”
My head explodes, and I have neither the strength nor the courage to fight with him. I just want him to hold me.
“Look at me.”
The husky voice of Dean makes me realize that he instead all want to quarrel. I raise my head, and finally look at him in the eye. He is angry, confused, and at the same time also worried. I feel tears in my eyes, as I begin to speak.
“I lied to you all right? And I’m sorry. But I have called you several times and you didn’t answer me.”
I feel the tears fall on the face, and I quickly wiped with the hand.
“Why am I crying?”
Dean approaches me, and he hugs me.
“I’m sorry if I did not answer your calls. I was.. angry. Now Charlie explained everything to me.”
The bedroom door opens, and enter Sam and Charlie. I clean my face, and I smile at Sam.
“Y/n! Are you ok?” asks Sam coming towards me. He wraps his long arms around me. I groan with pain in the shoulder, and he turns away from me immediately apologizing.
Dean took my jacket from the couch, and rests on my shoulders.
“Let’s go home.”

It’s been a few days since our return to the bunker. Charlie remained here, finally telling the whole truth to Dean and Sam, and talking with them about his adventures. Obviously the Winchesters have asked her to stop, and not to hunt anymore, but she refused. Now she is departing, and after I’ve made sure that everything necessary, I embrace her.
“Be careful, okay? And call me if you need it.”
“I’ll do it.”
I’m going back into the bunker, and I go straight to the room. I think I’ll sleep for at least a month. I open the door, and I see Dean stretched out on the bed, with his eyes closed. I approach silently, and I lay down beside him.
“You are awful when you’re trying not to make noise.” Dean says, opening his eyes. I smile; between me and Dean it seems that things are back to normal. After a good scolding, of course.
Suddenly, I get up from the bed, and sit astride on Dean; his arms are on my hips, and after I approached her face, my lips attacked his lips. I bite his bottom lip, make him groan.
In an instant, the positions are reversed, and Dean is on me. I feel his hard cock touch my groin, and this drives me crazy. Dean leaves a trail of kisses to the collarbone, and tortures me with kisses, and bites, marking my body.
“You know..” Dean says, while his hand slips between my breasts, and then on my stomach, up to my pants, “..I am still a little angry with you, for lying to me.”
His hand slips into my panties, and then his finger is on my clit. I moan, and arch my back, the sudden pleasure.
“You’ve been bad, and then you deserve a punishment.”
Suddenly, Dean’s hand comes out of my pants, and his body moves away from mine. Breathless, I support on the elbows, and Dean looks around the room.
“This is your punishment: no sex for a week…”
I start to laugh; this would be his punishment?
“It looks more like a punishment for you, that for me.” I say getting out of bed, and going up to him.
Dean sighs, and remains speechless when I draw to myself, pulling him by the shirt. I lick my lips, seeing him in the eyes.
“You’re sure he could resist me for a week, Dean?”
“Oh, sweetheart.. we bet?
I smile again, and I approach the door. I open it, and before leaving, I back to Dean’s face.
"Too bad you can’t touch me; it will mean that I will have fun by myself.”
Dean turns amazed at me, but I do not give him time to say anything else, I close the door behind me. Way to the bunker, and I begin to count.
Three.. Two.. One..
“Y/n, wait!”

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  • even though yuuri didn’t win gold, viktor wants to get married as soon as possible after the grand prix, because he’s impatient like that and also wants the world to know how in love they are
  • yuuri is the one who says no, complaining about how much pressure viktor put on him and how he should be true to his word.  every time viktor brings up the subject, yuuri gives him hell:
    • v: but yuuri, don’t you want to show the world how in love we are?
    • y: i’d rather you not embarrass yourself by showing off a second place trophy.
    • v: …
    • v: but yuuri, this just shows how confident i was that you would win!
    • y: poor judgement on your part, then.
    • y: then i guess it’s your fault for being a poor coach.  you should be sorry.
    • v: …
    • v: yuuri, would you feel better if i told you that i love you just as much regardless of how you placed in the grand prix?
    • y: yes, viktor, that’s very sweet, and it does make me feel better, thank you.
    • v: so, we can get married, then?
    • y: no.
    • v: but why nooooooot?
    • y: you made a vow that we wouldn’t get married until i won gold, and i refuse to marry a liar.
    • v: *cries*
  • yurio is constantly smirking about this and loves yuuri for teaching viktor a lesson about keeping his promises
  • until viktor tries to stead yurio’s gold to give to yuuri
  • then yurio’s like “oh lord my dad’s literally going insane” and offers viktor a suggestion: why don’t you give him one of your gold medals, viktor?
  • viktor hugs yurio, who has immediate regrets, and calls him a genius
  • for valentine’s day, yuuri works his ass off to make viktor chocolate
  • viktor wakes yuuri up at 5 am because he’s too excited to sleep
  • he gives yuuri one of his medals, with a note saying: “you didn’t win gold, but you won something even better: my heart”
  • yuuri takes the medal, but doesn’t say anything.  viktor doesn’t know what he did wrong, but he knows he’s in big trouble
  • instead of giving viktor the chcolates he made, yuuri eats them all in silence
  • after valentines day, everything seems to go back to normal, but viktor is confused and he never really stops worrying about what went wrong
  • a week later, viktor finds a wrapped present with his name on it and a note: “if you wear this to the wedding, i’ll marry you whenever you wish”
  • viktor’s all excited as he opens the present
    • which turns out to be a wig
    • a rainbow one
    • there’s another note inside: “you’re missing some hair, but you can have something even better: this wig”
  • because he’s desperate, viktor agrees to the deal
  • day-of, viktor is all Regret, but he wants to show yuuri that he can keep a promise, so he’s going to go through with the marriage
  • he’s crying and he’s putting the wig on when yuuri finally tells him:
    • y: sorry, viktor, i was just trying to motivate you to be honest and take other’s feelings into consideration before you say things.  you don’t actually need to wear it.
    • v: *cries* we can wait as long as you want, yuuri.
    • y: we can get married today, if you still want to.  everything’s ready, anyway.
    • v: really?!?!?!?
    • y: yeah.  you convinced me that you are actually capable of keeping your promises, so i don’t see why not
    • v: *kisses yuuri a million times, promises to never tell another lie, and actually keeps his word*
  • and then they live happily ever after
Bughead Drabble 5?

Hey, I’ve got a little something for you. You all know me by now, you know I’m trash for angst. I wouldn’t be me if not a little angsty. Hope you’re running low on your angst levels because this drabble is angsty and lame.

It’s hot-sweat in the middle of summer kind of heat. It was sweat dripping from the tip of my nose and Veronica and I had been ice-cream-sweet all day. She smacked her lips and looked up from shy eyes when she spoke about Archie, lips smacking together with pleasure when she described all the things he does to her now that the heat is up and they don’t hide under covers. She kept warm in the memories of last night and he kept warm from deep in her. I blush when I think about it, my face creeps up red-hot from thinking about what was happening in the room right across from mine. She knows that I know, because last night her eyes met mine when she closed the curtains.

It’s hot-sweat in the middle of summer kind of heat but Jughead was muted-twilight-tones with the sun setting on his skin. It was sticky tar pavements and sticky fingers against my iPhone screen from summer sun when I message mom to tell her I’ll be late home but through the heat, Jughead still wore red Docs with long socks and sweat-sticky leather against his back. We stand outside his trailer with the overused door handle and the worn out paint that spoke volumes to me, old, muted. Worn. Sticky-summer-sun is setting on the worn out paint and made it seem a little colder than cold around here.

Jughead stands on a cigarette butt to put it out and nods at me. “Tell me a lie,” he says. “Come on, Betty.”

“I hate it when you’re quiet.”

He laughs quietly and reaches out to my shorts, hooking his lazy-long fingers in the belt hoop of my denim shorts, pulling me closer. My hips bump his hips, my breath hitches in my throat as I feel him but his breath is breathing on my skin. His mouth meets my neck, his tongue dances on sweat-sticky, soft-aching skin. He kisses me. “Let’s not be quiet then.”

His words echo. His smile, though I can’t see it, is larger than ever. I can feel it, I feel his smile on my neck; on my skin. His hands? I don’t see them, I feel them, edging on the start of denim, popping my button, my second button, my third button, and the rest after that. I give in with my eyes curious-kind-of-wide and my voice on my tongue. “Where have you been?” I ask him.

Gone,” he groans against my skin.

I groan back and pull away, I don’t let his fingers slide into lace. I look him in the eye. His blue is deeper in the absence of twilight. “Gone where?”

He keeps running his fingers on denim, I’m reaching down and doing denim up, never looking away from his leather jacket. But his fingers stop pulling and he steps back, running a hand over his face. “Betty…” he murmurs.

Jughead,” I say strongly back. Weakly in my heart. Loud in my mind.

He smirks to himself and shrugs his shoulders; exhaling loudly as he reads my irritated mind and knows that my face doesn’t match. “Tell me you’re not mad at me…”

“But then I would be lying,” I say putting my hands on my hips.

He pulls me by the hips again, bumping me to him again, making me weak all over again. “Tell me a lie.”

“Where have you been?” I ask him. Summer was supposed to be about us, he was supposed to match my ice-cream-sticky fingers and dive into never ending pools of water with us. He was supposed to laugh with Ronnie and I, skip Riverdale with us and Archie. He was supposed to be so much more than secret-whispers and smug-cocky smirks.

Southside,” he says biting his lower lip and shoving his hands pocket deep.

I nod because that’s all I can do when I already know answers to the questions I ask.

His eyes flicker down to the dirt he’s standing on and his lips purse but I can read them and the words he’s trying to speak but I am quicker and I rush to speak first. “Stop going Southside,” I beg. My hands finding his and pulling them up to my lips. “Just be here with me.”

Jughead sighs and his hands tighten in mine. He pulls my hands to his lips this time, kissing them over and over. “I’m here,” he mumbles. “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here,” he repeats his prayer, on my knuckles, smoothing out my fingers, running over my nails.

I feel them building in my chest first then it runs up into my mind; half-prayers and mumbled promises. “I can give you more than they can,” I promise him. “I just want you to be here with me.”

He chuckles again and lets go of me, pulling at my hoops again. “You give me more than anything in the world, Sunlight.”

“Then tell me why you’re never here,” I hiss through my teeth.

“I’m always here,” he answers. “Always.”

I shake my head. “You’re not here.”

He was here but he’s not here. He was in my space but he wasn’t really here with me.

“Tell me a lie,” he murmurs sugar-sweet on me. “Tell me a lie, tell me a lie,” he murmurs as he pulls me in, my shoulders easing, my anger still running electric through me. “Tell me you don’t hate the Serpents, tell me you’re ok… Tell me another lie.”

I push at his chest, I shove him away. Weak-handed, pissed-off-strong. “I hate that you don’t tell me everything.”

He sniggers at me. It’s all cocky-truths and rolled eyes. “That’s not a lie, Betts,” he says running his tongue over minty-fresh teeth. “That’s the worst kind of truth.”

I’m lost in the taste of his tongue and his hands between my thighs.

N.M | Off Limits

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Part 2 (x) Masterlist (x) 

 I woke up entangled in white bed sheets. Over to my left laid Nate. He was still sound asleep. A chill was sent down my spine, perhaps it was due to my lack of clothing. Quietly, in an attempt not to wake Nate, I searched the room for last night’s clothes. I heard the bed slightly creek and Nate was stirring to awake from his slumber. “Good morning,” he mumbled. 

“Morning,” I said in hopes of the conversation not going much further. I was well aware of the fact that I had slept with Nate the night before. Guilt began to creep up, and I preferred to not drag the mistake out further than necessary. 

“Don’t leave so soon,” he said as he sat straight up, the sheets draped over his lower half. 

“I shouldn’t be here in the first place,” I admitted. 

“Why do you say that? We had such a good time last night,” Nate winked. But it wasn’t a lie, each of us thoroughly enjoyed last night’s events. 

“Perhaps I shouldn’t be here because you have a girlfriend. A girlfriend who happens to be my best friend.” Suddenly I could no longer look at Nate in the eyes. It really was pathetic, I had just spent an entire night with my best friend’s boyfriend. I had no excuses, I wasn’t even drunk. I was simply a shitty friend. 

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anonymous asked:

(Original starfall anon) I agree with you about neds reasons for stopping by there, I guess I just thought you might have some ideas bc I've always felt like there was more to it bc it seemed like such an inconvenient move while traveling with baby Jon but I guess you're right, he must have just felt honor bound. Any theories as to why he had such a weird reaction about Ashara when talking to Cat?

Not a theory so much as fact. It comes back around again to Ned being a DIY guy. He doesn’t want to implicate anyone but himself in the circumstances of Jon’s birth, particularly not someone highborn like Ashara. It doesn’t matter that she’s dead, he doesn’t want to tarnish her reputation. So when Cat asks Ned if Ashara is the mother of his child, Ned blows up, not necessarily because he’s angry with Cat, but because he’s infuriated that someone is spreading a rumor like that, especially under his own roof. That fact that Ned says this…

“And now I will learn where you heard that name, my lady.“

And that this happens:

She had pledged to obey; she told him; and from that day on, the whispering had stopped, and Ashara Dayne’s name was never heard in Winterfell again.

Is evidence of that. He also effectively shut down any inquiries from Cat by his cold response, which Catelyn described as “he only time in all their years that Ned had ever frightened her”. Ned wants no discussion of the situation, not even from his own wife, because 1) Ned doesn’t want to make it a hot topic and 2) Ned doesn’t like to lie. Number 2 is the reason why Ned tells her this:

“Never ask me about Jon,” he said, cold as ice. “He is my blood, and that is all you need to know.

This is technically not a lie. Jon is his blood, he’s his nephew, and thus they are blood related. With that sentence he neither confirms nor denies that Ashara is Jon’s mother, and Ned is prevented from telling another lie. These lies are something that haunts Ned, and he brings it up a couple of times:

"You were not there,” Ned said, bitterness in his voice. Troubled sleep was no stranger to him. He had lived his lies for fourteen years, yet they still haunted him at night. “There was no honor in that conquest.”

“Robert …” Joffrey is not your son, he wanted to say, but the words would not come. The agony was written too plainly across Robert’s face; he could not hurt him more. So Ned bent his head and wrote, but where the king had said “my son Joffrey,” he scrawled “my heir” instead. The deceit made him feel soiled. The lies we tell for love, he thought. May the gods forgive me. “What else would you have me say?”

And of course, there’s this gem:

He thought of the promises he’d made Lyanna as she lay dying, and the price he’d paid to keep them.

Ned will shoulder the worst burdens and tell lies for his family. He would simply prefer not to, as it eats away at him. Lying about Ashara being the mother of his child is no exception.

These Burdens I Carry- Part 3

Part One Here
Part Two Here

Pairing: Sam x reader
Characters: Sam, Dean, the reader
Warnings: trials!Sam, angst, swearing, canon divergence (I didn’t really follow the plot of the actual season!)
Summary: While everyone else notices how much the trials are killing Sam, the reader can’t sit on her hands anymore and decides to do something about it.
A/N: Part 4 is coming! So incredibly sorry this took so long! I’ll try to be much quicker with the next part, I promise<3 As always, feedback is appreciated! If you want to be tagged send me an ask or message me:)
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You were uneasy the entire drive to the middle of nowhere- all you needed was a secluded spot where Dean couldn’t find you. Eventually, after a few hours of driving around anxiously, you settled for an abandoned warehouse somewhere south of Kentucky. 

Parking your Jeep in a grassy patch near the entrance, you walked around to the trunk and pulled out a machete, and a hunting knife which you tucked at your side for good measure. 

When Sam had killed the first hellhound, it had been a surprise to both you and Dean- because his brother was supposed to be the one to do it. But when he’d walked out of that barn, covered in hellhound goop and with a shit-eating grin on his face, you both had been wrong. In that moment, nobody knew what the trials would bring, and none of you dared to guess the worst, so you’d just accepted that Sam had taken them on instead of Dean. Little did you know it would end up like it did. 

Along with the weapons, you grabbed a few things necessary for summoning a crossroads demon and threw them into a bag. Before closing the trunk and approaching the abandoned building, you slung the pack over your shoulder and double checked your knife and machete- you needed to be able to pull them out quickly as soon as the hellhound arrived. 

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ultrarebelheart  asked:

♥♡♥♡Congratulations! 86 and 91 with Reid please?


86. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

91. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”

Even in the dark you could feel a pair of eyes on you, as if it were a nightmare you gasped for air as you got up from your bed. “Spencer, it’s you” you said finally catching your breathe. 

The team had been out trying to solve a case in a small town, the only place to sleep they had found was a house that one of the deputies rented out. Generously he had offered it to the team once you had found out that there we’re no hotels in the town to board all of you. 

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay” Spencer said quickly, before he could tell you another lie. But you we’re unsure of how to respond. “Y/N” Spencer said. 

“I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death. It scares me more than anything in this world” Now you we’re really speechless, had he really just confessed his love for you? 

“Spencer Reid, I love you more than anything in this world” 

🐺 Warriors ( Erin Hunter ) Various Quotes Starters

  • “Destiny isn’t a path that anyone follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks the loudest.”
  • “I know I did the right thing, but no one would ever understand,”
  • “We made a promise to heal and protect, remember?”
  • “We showed them? Showed them what? How much blood can be spilled in a pointless battle?”
  • “I know there’s something troubling you, I’m not going to ask you what it is if you don’t want to tell me.”
  • “Nothing you say could ever shock me or make me love you less,”
  • “Take it, it was never worth the blood that was spilled here today,”
  • “This clan is a family, __, a community. And you’re incapable of thinking of anyone but yourself.”
  • “Maybe we should be like the moon’s reflection, holding fast, whatever happens.”
  • “Never trust a fox. Looks like a dog, behaves like a cat.”
  • “Loyalty isn’t rooted in friendship. It’s much stronger than that. It comes from being born and raised under the same sky.”
  • “They fight only out of hate and that will be their weakness.”
  • “Maybe they weren’t as strong, or brave, or clever as you. But they still gave everything for what they believed in,”
  • “I may not share your faith, but I will always help you fight for what you believe in,”
  • “I’m your father, and that means I’ll always keep my promises,”
  • “Each man must make his own sacred journey,”
  • “There’s more to being a warrior than killing. A true warrior, the best warrior, isn’t cruel or mean.”
  • “We all have our flaws, but we overcome them; And sometimes, it’s our flaws that make us who we are,”
  • “___ chose his own destiny. Why should he get to choose yours too?”
  • “I don’t talk for the pleasure of hearing my own voice, unlike some people.”
  • “It takes two to lie, one to tell the lie, and another to believe it.”
  • “Oh yes, blood is everything. But the only blood I’m interested in flows from my enemies.”
  • “That’s not important. I only meant it would be less dangerous if we stick together.”
  • “If it had only my life at stake, I would’ve waited,”
  • “We’re not cowards, but why should we fight pointless battles to prove it?”
  • “Put your energy into today and stop worrying about the past.”
  • “You have a duty to your people, stop dithering and get on with it!”
  • “How do you know what I want? How do you know what hopes I gave up to follow a path laid out for me?”
  • “I mean I know you don’t like him, but he’s good and kind, he’s loyal and I trust him.”
  • “ Enough! You’ve taught him a lesson, i’m sure he won’t come back here.”
  • “But I want to know you, everything about you. Your favorite food, your earliest memory, what you dream about…”
  • “This isn’t about the code, this is about us.”
  • “How could you possibly understand? Your duty is to listen and learn,”
  • “He died because I was so angry I stopped caring about what was right!”
  • “I try not to show it, but it really hits me: nobody here has asked me what my name is.”
  • “I must have ice in my veins to do what I just did. I expect the ice to melt but it doesn’t. It just gets colder, and colder,”
  • “They should not have survived. This was not meant to happen.”
  • “You know already that I will kill you one day, your last breath will be gasped beneath my hands,”
  • “If mercy is power, then I have never been more powerful.”
  • “I want the satisfaction of destroying them myself, not watching them burn like trapped rabbits.”
  • “I meant it when I said I wanted to come on this journey.”
  • “I love you, ___. You’ll never be second-best for me. My love for you belongs here and now, in the life we share. And it will last for moons to come.”
  • “Sometimes boundaries cause more damage than they’re worth.”