tell me what your worst fears are

PSA for any high schoolers who’re going to college soon or  are just worried about it

your high school teachers are LIARS.

Most college professors accept late assignments.

Some of them are so chill that you can ditch most of class so long as you can handle the final. 

It’s all about playing it by ear.

YOU DON’T ASK TO GO TO THE BATHROOM PLEASE SAVE YOURSELF THE EMBARRASSMENT. 

It is NOT harder than high school. You’re more or less ready for it if you do ok in high school, ok?

Seriously. I got A’s in AP classes yet was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to handle college.

Surprise surprise?

AP classes are harder than college classes. 

No joke. 

College professors are a lot more liberal on what counts as a “right” answer. 

Plus they give you points for caring. 

Some classes give you points just for showing up. 

There’s an atmosphere of controlled panic, and you are not the only one. 

You can pretty much go up to anyone and say god life is a nightmare and finals are gonna kick my ass, and they’ll go saaaaame, regardless of how genius they’re supposed to be. 

Seriously. 

College student here.

High school teachers are the WORST of liars.

They’ll tell you college is a “whole nother level” but that’s such horse shit. 

High school is a standardized sheep counting facility. 

College is a research lab full of cats that may or may not do what you expect. 

Tea Party Tears

Request: Request for batsis where she gets into a big fight with the boys or Bruce and she disappears for a bit and they try to find her? Thank you :)

A/N: changed it up just a bit, also this is Very long. Like, six pages on google docs and almost two thousand words.

Warnings: Angsty, neglect, I think that’s all?

Relationship: Batfam x Reader


You were just wanting some quality time with your family, but they were always busy. They always slept or were at school when you were awake and were always awake in the dead hours of the night while you were asleep. Your father was never really around, he had a business to run and always left after the rare occasion of eating dinner with you. Sometimes he wouldn’t be home for days, and for some strange reason, he’d always return with bruises that weren’t there when he had left.

“Daddy, will you color with me before bed?” You asked holding up you coloring book. He looked at you for a moment before nodding.

“I’ll be there in a moment sweetie.” He told you before looking back to whatever file was on his desk.

“Okay!” You said excitedly running back to your room with a skip in your step. By the time you finished your second coloring page your father still hadn’t come, with the intention of reminding him, you made your way to his office only to find the desk he was previously sitting at was abandoned.

Climbing into his big desk chair you spin yourself around and around. Your were planning on waiting  on him until Alfred knocked on the door.

“Miss Y/N?” He called softly. “I do believe it’s time for bed.”

“Okay Alfie, I was-” you cut yourself off with a yawn. “I was just waiting for daddy.” You hop down from the chair and grab Alfred’s outstretched hand. “He was going to color with me.”

“I’m afraid your father left before he could.” Alfred tells you sadly, tucking you into bed. “I’m deeply sorry.”

“You’re still coming to my tea party tomorrow right?” You ask before the old man can leave.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Miss Y/N.” Alfred says with a smile before turning off the lights and shutting your door.


As you ate breakfast the doorbell rang. When Alfred answered it you heard two familiar voices. Stepping into the room were your two oldest brothers.

“Dickie! Jay!” You cheered running as fast as your short legs would go to engulf them in a hug.

“Hey Y/n, how are you kid!” Dick asked picking you up.

“I’m good!” You say happily. “I’m a big kid now!”

“No way!” Dick said humoring you.

“Yeah way! I’m having a tea party today, will you come?”  You asked hoping he’d say yes. “I’m helping Alfred make the tea and everything!”

“Of course we’ll come sport.” Jason told you ruffling up your hair. “Any idea where your old man is?”

“In his study, come on I’ll show you.” You tell your brothers running towards your father’s office. You open the door and don’t bother waiting for the two men who are still a couple steps behind. “Daddy, Jay and Dick are here.” He barely acknowledges you. “I was wondering if you were still coming to my tea party?”

“Yes of course.” He said not looking up at you. With a big grin, you giggle and run out of his office to help Alfred bake cookies. Putting the delicious treats into the oven, Alfred lifts you up to set the timer.

“While those bake, why don’t you go find Master Tim and Damian, and see if they’d like to come to your special day.” He says grabbing some cleaning supplies from the closet. “And I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

“Okay Alfie!” You cheer running through the halls of the manner. Knocking on your brothers door, you push it open to find him half asleep on his bed.

“Timmy, will you come to my tea party? It’d mean a lot.”

“Huh? Sure Y/n whatever you say.” Tim says groggily, lifting his head up before letting it fall back onto his pillow. With an excited smile you shut the door to his room.

“Night Timmy.” You whisper loudly giggling before going off to find the youngest of your older brothers. You catch him feeding Titus, your favorite of his pets. “Hi Dami!”

“Hello Y/N.” he sighs looking at you with his hands on his hips.

“Will you come to my tea party today please?” You ask sweetly with your hands placed behind your back.

“Tt, I probably have more important duties to do, but I’ll try.” Damian tells you. You expected some type of Bitterness from him though. After all, it was Damian, his only emotion just happened to be bitterness.

“Great! I’ll see you there Damian!” You say trotting back to the kitchen where Alfred was pulling out the cookies. Your party was going to be the best!


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A young Lucien getting suspended because he kicked a kids butt for making fun of his dad

my entire fucking inbox is just lucien and damien and i’m happy honestly

Lucien,” Damien sighs as soon as the car door closes, hand rubbing his temples in frustration. He’s trying to keep his cool, and it’s not too difficult–he’s simply tired of coming to school and picking up his son for trouble. This is the second time this week, and now he’s suspended. Lucien climbs into the passenger seat with his arms crossed. “Will you please tell me what happened now?”

“The principal already did,” he mumbles.

“The principal told me you beat up three upperclassmen behind the school.” Damien drags his hand down his face. “She didn’t tell me why.”

Knowing it’ll be a while before Lucien opens up, he goes ahead and begins the drive back home. He’ll be home for a week now, and while Damien knows he’ll have to place his own punishments and restrictions on his son, he doesn’t want to think about it now. This is probably the worst thing Lucien’s done–he’s played pranks, vandalized property, and threatened to do stuff like this, but never had he actually harmed anyone.

Damien got a look at the other three students; they were pretty bad off. Lucien himself got away with a black eye and a couple of scratches that were already treated, while one of the seniors had his nose broken.

They’re nearly to the cul-de-sac when the teen speaks up.

“They were making fun of you,” Lucien says, voice so quiet Damien thinks he imagined it.

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13 Reasons Why (tape 4)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Charlie, Mary, Sam, John

Warnings: swearing, angst, betrayal

Word count: 6172 (I went a little overboard;))

Summary: Dean confronts Mary about her tape when he returns to the bunker. His trust issues continue to grow as he listens to the 4th tape.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Dean had finished tape 3 and had never been more angry. How could Mary talk to you like that? Why would she say such nasty things just to hurt you? As soon as Sam woke up in the car and saw the anger covering Dean’s face he knew that he had finished the tape. “Dean-”

“Do not.”

“Talk to mom about it, please, you’ll understand,” Sam insisted.

“Understand?” Dean shouted. “Understand what, Sammy? She said those things to Y/N, she made her feel like she had no one.”

“No,” Sam shook his head. “Dean, talk to mom, please! You know that’s not like her, you know that.”

“It doesn’t explain anything,” Dean growled. “Y/N wouldn’t lie.”

“Y/N didn’t lie, but that’s not what happened,” Sam revealed. “Please, talk to her and you will understand… I promise.”

They didn’t talk for the rest of the car journey. Sam just wanted to get back to the bunker so that Dean could hear Mary’s explanation. Dean couldn’t even imagine the excuse that his mom had come up with. It had to be a really good excuse if he was going to forgive her. It must have been so heartbreaking to hear those things coming from a woman that you saw as your mother.

Dean stormed angrily through the door and hoped that they would be home but they must have been out on another hunt. He didn’t want to wait, he was so full of rage right now that it seemed like the perfect opportunity to question her rather when he had calmed down later. So he called her.

The phone rung, and rung, and rung. There was no answer. He tried again, time and time again. Nothing. She must have been busy on a hunt and didn’t have access to her phone right now. That only made his anger grow even more.

Just as he was about to try to call her again, the doors of the bunker opened. Dean looked up and saw his mom and dad standing at the top of the stairs- it felt like he was staring at strangers. Smiles plastered their faces as they walked into the war room and started gloating about their successful hunt. Neither of them noticed the evil glare they were receiving from Dean, it was mostly at Mary.

Sam smiled back and listened to their story. He knew how pissed Dean was so he just smiled through it and tried to act as if things weren’t about to blow up.

“John was amazing!” Mary continued to say.

“Please, you saved my ass,” John replied. “If it wasn’t for your mother this hunt would never have been such a success.”

After a few moments of basking in their glory, Mary turned to Dean and noticed his look of pure rage. He hadn’t planned what he was going to say, how could he? There were too many thought running through his head. “Dean?” She asked as the whole room became silent. John and Sam watched intently.

“Mom.” He simply nodded.

Sam sighed. “Dean listened to your tape.”

Dean was too angry to do anything. His anger just froze him in place because he knew that if he let the anger take over, he would never forgive himself for what he did. “Yeah,” Dean agreed. “We need to talk. Alone.”

He gave her no time to try and speak to him where she was. Dean walked off into the library and watched Sam and his father disappear into the hallway that led to the kitchen. Mary took a seat while Dean leaned against the table with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Dean-” she said to break the silence.

“Stop,” he snapped. “I don’t even know what to say, mom. I mean, I always thought that you and Y/N had a close connection, I thought you loved her. Clearly I was wrong.”

“You weren’t wrong!“ She tried to defend herself.

“Then why is my sister dead?!” He growled. Sam and John could have probably heard him from the kitchen but that didn’t stop him from continuing to shout at Mary. “How could you say those awful things to her? That she was better off dead. That you didn’t love her like a daughter and she ruined our family. What the fuck is wrong with you, Mary?!”

“Dean,” she spoke in a calm voice as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Please, let me explain what happened.”

Dean continued to breathe heavily, his face has become red and he was pushed away from the table. He tried to calm himself and listen to what she had to say. He crossed his arms over his chest and actually listened, the anger inside still boiling.

“The day that she heard that, Sam and Y/N were on a hunt. They were hunting a witch,” she began. “That witch did something, I didn’t know what, but when Y/N came home that day she was acting strange. I never suspected it was because of the witch until I heard my tape and what Y/N thought I had said to her. The witch cast a spell on her that made Y/N hear whatever scared her the most…” Mary couldn’t hold back her years anymore. She began to sob uncontrollably. “Her worst fear was hearing me say that I didn’t love her.”

“If it was a witch then why didn’t you tell Y/N…” Dean was about to ask.

“I didn’t figure it out until I heard my tape. Until Y/N was already dead and it was too late for me to save her,” Mary added. She shook her head as she looked down at the floor. “I will never forgive myself for what happened.”

“Mom, it wasn’t your fault,” Dean concluded as he finally heard her story. “I just wish you would have figured out what was wrong with her so you could have told her what you just told me.”

“I know,” Mary nodded. “I wish I could too. I always wondered why she acted so distant from me. If I wasn’t too scared to ask her then maybe she would…” But she couldn’t finish her sentence.

Dean’s anger had washed away and turned into a darkness that he didn’t know how to get rid of. It was so painful and sad. He was sad for Mary and sad for you. She would have to live with herself knowing what you believed, and you had to believe that the whole time you were alive and that was something that would damage anyone.

Mary stood up and went to walk off but Dean stopped her to hug her. The hug was awkward, neither of them knew how to hug each other properly but it was also strangely comforting. Dean released his arms from her and let her wander off to the kitchen. He, however, had something else to do. Tape 4.

So off he went, back to his room, door closed and tapes ready. The headphones on, the tape in the player, and the play button pressed.

“Secrets. We all have them. Some more than others and some bigger than others, but we all have them. Sometimes those secrets eat away at us, but sometimes it’s better if they stay hidden… I had one of those secrets and I kept it between me and a person that I trusted. But, that secret was shared to the only people that I didn’t want to know about it.“

* * *

After what happened with Mary you just had to move on and act like you were fine. Lately that seemed to be all you were doing. Pretending to be okay. You couldn’t burden John or your brothers with your problems and least of all Mary.

You carried on acting like you were fine.

Of course, that could never last too long. Pretending you were fine until you were actually fine used to be something you were okay with, but since you knew nothing would ever change it was time for you to be out on your own. You weren’t going to tell anyone that you were leaving so you just headed off. A note was left on your bed saying, ‘don’t come looking for me’ and that was the end of things. You couldn’t be bothered with the drama of the Winchesters anymore. Before you left you were sure to turn your GPS off so that they couldn’t track you.

It was only a few hours after you were gone and Dean had already tried to call you. You had walked to a car rental place and rented an old car that none of them would have expected you to rent if they came looking for you.

You were out of town now, you ignored all of the calls and didn’t bother to check who was calling you. You were left a dozen voicemails but you only listened to one. It was from Sam.

You held the phone to your ear and listened to his voicemail.

‘Y/N, it’s me, it’s Sam.
We’re all worried about you.
Please, whatever it is, we can talk about it.
I just need to know that you’re safe.. Please call me back
I love you little sis, wherever you are, please don’t do anything stupid.’

The voicemail was hard to listen to, almost enough to make you want to go back.. That’s why you couldn’t listen to any others. They could have made you go back but you knew that was a mistake.

There was one voicemail that you saved to your phone but never actually ended up listening to. It was from Mary. You promised yourself that one day you would listen to it just to see what she said, but another part of yourself begged for you to leave well enough alone.

It was getting close to dark, the calls had stopped regularly but did come in a few times every half hour just to give it a try. They must have been looking for you too instead of calling you. You looked at the gas meter in your car and it was getting close to the empty sign. You pulled over in a gas station but realised you had no money. The guy in the gas station watched you from the window of the shop as you poured the gas into your car. You made sure it was filled as much as it could be. You didn’t want to have to steal from another gas station so soon so you had to make the most of this.

As you jumped back into your car and sped off down the road with the man from the shop trying to chase you, you realised that this is what your life would be from now on. The hunting life sucked, but it was all you knew now. Ever since what Crowley did… That was it, there was no going back to your life. This was your life now.

After driving up the highway for almost another hour, you saw a sign that said there was a motel coming up that was next to a diner. This was perfect! Apart from the fact that you had no money to check into the motel or buy any food at the diner.

You ended up driving past the motel and going into a small town. You had no idea what your plan was, probably to just sleep in your car for the night and figure something out tomorrow. That was until someone knocked on your car door and scared the shit out of you.

As you turned your head and recognised who it was, you calmed down and opened your door. “Jesus, Charlie, you scared me.”

“Sorry, I was just surprised to see you!” She exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around you.

* * *

“Seeing you that day was the start of my secret being shared. Welcome to tape 4. Welcome to your tape, Charlie.”

Charlie Bradbury. Who would have thought? Dean never would have guessed. He should have, he knew that you and Charlie had a good friendship that was thrown away by something you wouldn’t tell him. You never told anyone what she did to you, but now everyone on the tapes knew. All of them knew, and Dean would know soon enough too.

* * *

Charlie’s apartment was close to where you had parked. You hadn’t actually realised that this was where she lived, every time you had seen her was when she would come to the bunker for visits or to help out on hunts.

She insisted that you would come inside. She asked what you were doing there alone and if she should call your brothers but you quickly shot the idea down.

“A lot of stuff has been going on, Charlie,” you admitted as you stepped into her living room and placed your bag down on her couch. “There’s just so much going on that I can’t deal with, so I ran away.”

“You ran away?” She questioned. “But- the boys, they must be so worried about you!”

“I left them a note. And besides, I can take care of myself,” you replied. You took a seat on the couch but Charlie stayed standing.

“They will track you, you know,” she tried to warn you. She folded her arms over her chest as she spoke down to you.

“I turned my GPS off, they have no way of finding me. Please don’t tell them where I am, Charlie. I just… I need to be alone for a while,” you sighed. You rubbed your tired eyes as Charlie dropped her arms to her side sympathetically. “Please.”

“I won’t tell Sam and Dean where you are,” she promised with a sad smile. “On one condition. You text them and tell them that you just need some space but you’re safe, you know what they’re like, they won’t stop worrying.”

“Fine,” you nodded in agreement. “I’ll do it now.”

Even though Charlie suggested that you should text your brothers, you decided a phone call would be the best approach.

You stood from the couch and Charlie went into the kitchen to get you some food. You stood in the bathroom to talk to them just so you could have a little privacy.

You thought that hearing your voice and how calm you were would ease them and make them realise that this was best for you. They were understanding people, so why was your heart pounding so hard?

After only one ring, Dean picked up and sounded worried.

“Y/N? Where are you? Why haven’t you been answering our calls?” He demanded. You could hear Sam breathing, you must have been on speaker and they were both standing close to the phone.

“Where are dad and Mary?” You questioned calmly.

“They’re out looking for you,” Sam replied. “Please, just tell us where you are so we can come and pick you up.”

“I don’t need picking up,” you laughed lightly. “I’m ok. Really, I am. I just need to be out on my own for a while, I don’t know if that’s hunting or trying to be normal or whatever- I don’t know. I need space from the Winchesters for a while, I need to figure out who I am and if I even belong in your family.”

“You do. You belong in our family,” Dean said quickly. “You promise that you’re safe?”

“I’m safe, Dean,” you promised. “I wouldn’t put myself in danger, but I’m 18 years old and I need to try and do things on my own for a while. I hope you understand.”

“We do,” Sam agreed. “Although we don’t really want you gone, we respect your decision. Don’t be a stranger.”

“I’ll check in every now and then,” you smiled, even though they couldn’t see you though the phone. “I love you guys.”

“Love you too, silly little weirdo,” Dean said which he knew bugged you but you just laughed.

And with that you hung up the phone. That was a lot easier than you had expected, but then your brothers always were understanding towards you. You had figured it was because they had so many rules from John when they were growing up and would have loved space. Then you remembered that Sam did have space, but John wasn’t supportive of him leaving and Sam didn’t want you to hurt the same way he did.

You headed back to the couch where Charlie had brought you some food. A plate of fries that were a little warm, she must have cooked them earlier and decided not to eat them. As you began eating she started asking you a bunch of questions.

“Do you have any money? What are you planning on doing? Are you going to get a job?” She asked all in the space of you taking one bite of your fries.

“Charlie!” You shouted with a mouth still full of food. You took a moment to swallow what was in your mouth before speaking again. “Could you please stop asking me all these questions.”

“I’m sorry, I just need to know that you’re going to be okay,” she replied with a sad smile. Her heart was in the right place.

* * *

“Or so I thought it was. I was wrong, Charlie. I mean, maybe at the beginning you really did just want to help me… But I can’t forgive you for what you told my dad and Mary. What you told them- it’s the reason I ended up in, well, you know.”

And at that moment the tapes became too hard to listen to once again. Dean knew exactly what you meant, but how did Charlie do that to you? What could she possibly have told John and Mary for you to end up in that place?

It was around lunch time, Dean hadn’t eaten anything all day. He remembered that the day before there was a left over piece of pie in the fridge but he felt too anxious to eat it. He headed to the kitchen to eat, that’s all he ever seemed to leave his room for anymore. Not unless it was a hunt that Sam had found but it usually ended up being a dead end.

Back in the kitchen, surrounded by his ‘family’ once again. They all knew what Charlie had done, John and Mary knew before the tapes that Charlie shared your secret. But what could the secret have been? Dean never knew why John sent you to that place… He never gave him an explanation. All his mom and dad would ever say about you is, ‘she’s sick and she needs help.’ He walked into the kitchen where they were all sitting around the dinner table. They were all whispering before he came in but stopped as soon as he arrived in the doorway.

He walked past their glares and went to the fridge where he took out the slice of pie that was left and began eating it with a fork from the kitchen counter.

“You know,” Dean started, “I was thinking that we haven’t seen Charlie in a while… Maybe we should give her a call?”

They all froze at the mention of her name. “Uh- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Sam replied. “I mean, I’ve tried but she hasn’t been answering my calls ever since she had the tapes.”

“Hm,” Dean nodded his head subtly. “What she did was really that bad, huh?” He took another mouthful, how was it that he was already almost finished with the pie?

“No,” Mary snapped. “But she thinks it is… That’s why she won’t speak to any of us, she thinks she’s a bad person.”

“From what Y/N’s saying it sounds like she is,” Dean hissed back. Once again, silence. All eyes on Dean. “Is Charlie the reason you sent Y/N to-“

“Dean, your sister was sick. She needed help,” John said again like he had back when you were still in that awful place.

“Don’t give me the same bullshit you gave me back when you sent her there! I asked you a damn question,” he fumed as he put the plate and fork back down on the kitchen counter. “Is Charlie the reason that you sent Y/N to Serenity Grove?”

“Y/N was troubled!” John shouted.

“So you sent her to a damn Psychiatric Institution?!” Dean roared back. John stayed seated at the table while Dean spoke. “We knew she was troubled from day one, Charlie must have told you something about her that none of us knew for you to want to have sent her there.”

John sighed and shook his head. He began to explain himself. “Serenity Grove Psychiatric Institution was a place for troubled teens and young adults. I thought sending her there would help her, and it did.”

“Help her with what? What don’t I know? What didn’t you tell Sam and me about our sister?” Dean roared. “Sam, you only found out from the tapes about why she was in Serenity Grove, why aren’t you pissed?”

“I was when I listened to the tape,” Sam nodded. “I’m with Dean on this one, you guys should have told us about Y/N. All these secrets are what destroyed our family… They’re what destroyed Y/N.”

“You don’t think we know that by now?” Mary questioned with a soft voice. Dean could tell that she was growing tired of getting angry at the situation, she just wanted to stop talking about the tapes because they hurt. “Look, we’re sorry for the secrets we kept. We can’t change that now. But this tape isn’t about us, it’s about Charlie and it’s about Y/N.”

There was no point in listening to the same bullshit they told him each time. Dean decided to go for a drive while he listened to the rest of tape 4. He left the box of the rest of the tapes on his bed.

* * *

After you and Charlie had finished eating your fries, she offered for you to spend the night at her apartment. It was the obvious choice over your car, but it seemed like if you stayed she would have called your brothers. However, she had already made a promise to not call Sam or Dean, and they respected your choice to have some space from the whole family.

In the end, you realised that you were too physically and emotionally tired to even care. You borrowed a pair of Charlie’s comfortable pjs and sat back down on the couch with her. “So,” she began. “You ran away. Why?”

You sighed with a dramatic eye roll. “Seriously, Charlie? The whole ‘protective older sister’ questions.”

“You’re like a little sister to me, Y/N. Of course the ‘protective older sister’ questions were going to come out. I promised you I wouldn’t tell them anything already, you can trust me!”

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes tiredly. “I guess things are just… Bumpy.”

“Bumpy?” She repeated. “With anyone in particular?”

Yeah, Mary basically told me that I’m not a daughter to her and that she wishes I was dead. “No, no one in particular. I just don’t feel like I fit in.”

“You know, for someone that lies professionally, you sure are a crappy liar,” she replied. “Come on, I know that you’re not okay. You can tell me, Y/N.”

You sighed. “I guess things just haven’t been all sunshine and rainbows recently. I’m suffering a lot, Mary doesn’t like me, John barely even cares that I exist. The only people that seem to really care about me are my brothers.”

“Your brothers are good people,” Charlie admitted. “Personally, I don’t think Mary and John are the best but, they’re still part of your family. They’re not the worst people in the world…”

“You don’t know the half of it,” you replied with a shake of you head. “There are some secrets that I have to keep from them.”

“Really?” Charlie questioned with raised eyebrows. “Things like what?”

“When I was living with my mom I had problems that I had to take medication for. I have these voices in my head,” you finally revealed.

“You’re schizophrenic?“ She almost shouted in shock.

“No!” You shot back. “I’ve been to the doctors with my mom before and they said it’s not schizophrenia. It’s just because, when I was a kid, my mom had some not so nice boyfriends. Their abuse caused me to create someone imaginary in my head, a bit like an imaginary friend. But this voice somehow stayed with me and started telling me bad things about myself. Sometimes it gets too loud and causes me to hurt myself.”

“Gets? As in..”

“Yeah, I can still hear it now.” You nodded. “I stopped taking my medication when I went to live with John. It’s only recently that I started hearing it again.”

“So why not take the medication still?” She asked with her arms folded. She seemed a little easy but you thought nothing of it.

“When I left my mom, I stopped going to pick up my prescription. The voice comes and goes, it’s not a big deal,” you lied. It was a bit louder than you would have liked, it happened more than you wanted it to. “I don’t hurt myself anymore because of it so it doesn’t have to be a problem.”

“Well, you get some rest, okay?” Charlie smiled as she ruffled your hair. “I’ll take the couch tonight, you can have my bed.”

Charlie was so kind to you. As soon as she suggested getting some rest, you headed off to her room and plopped down onto her bed. You didn’t remember much after that… Not until you were being woken up and dragged away while Charlie was screaming ‘I’m so sorry!’

* * *

“I was terrified. I had no idea what was going on. All I wanted to do was sleep, wake up and see my best friend, my sister, and move on with my day as an independent woman. I was ready for the next challenge in my life. Serenity Grove didn’t offer me any freedom… And you’re the reason I was sent there. You were so clever about it too, because you promised me you wouldn’t tell Sam and Dean, so instead you told John and Mary.”

* * *

“John?” Charlie questioned as someone answered on the other side of the phone.

“This is Mary, John is out right now,” Mary replied. “Is everything okay?”

“Y/N is here, she’s sleeping in my room,” Charlie revealed and heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

“She’s okay? We’ve all been so worried about her! I’m so glad she’s safe.”

“Mary, you don’t understand. There’s something wrong with Y/N… She needs help. She needs medication.”

She spent the rest of the phone call explaining exactly what you had said about the voice in your head. John had come back half way through the phone call and Mary put Charlie on speaker. Charlie kept suggesting the medication again, that’s all she ever wanted for you was the medication. She wanted you to be free like you wanted but you also needed to be safe.

Little did she know that Mary and John were going to call a psychiatric institution for teens and young adults.

A few days after you had been restrained and put in, after you had finally stopped fighting back and just sat there with tears staining your face, you were aloud visitors.

Sam and Dean visited you first. John tried to but every time he came in you attacked him and screamed, ‘you’re the reason I’m in here! Fuck you! Fuck you, John! You and your fucking wife! Get the fuck away from me!’

When Sam and Dean visited they explained that John and Mary wouldn’t tell them why you were in there. You were too embarrassed to tell them so you always avoided the question.

“Sweetheart, you know that we love you,” Dean said sadly.

You nodded your head with more tears streaming down your face. You were such a mess. You hair was unbrushed and frizzy, you had no makeup on and your skin had got really bad, your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. You always used to love getting yourself all dressed up for every day occasions and the boys seeing you like this and knowing that you had lost everything you loved to do was heartbreaking. “Please, don’t leave me here. Take me home.”

“We wish we could,” Sam replied with a soft voice.

“The meds they give me are bad. They hurt me!” You lied. All you wanted to do was leave. “They give me headaches and they stop me from sleeping. They’re going to kill me, please! You have to get me out of here!”

Even though they hated it, the nurses said that when you got like this it was best for Sam and Dean to say goodbye and that they love you. Then they would walk out. They weren’t aloud to do anything else or you would have started getting erratic.

Once they were gone, you didn’t expect them back for another week. They always came back on a Tuesday every week.

The next day when they told you that you had a visitor, you told them that your brothers wouldn’t be here on a Wednesday. It disrupted your routine and made you on edge. When you got to the visitors room, you saw who was really here to visit you. You took a seat on the chair opposite her in the little lounge where people could come in for visits.

“Charlie,” you snarled. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You questioned calmly.

She was shaking, here eyes red just like yours (she must have been crying too). “Y/N… When I told Mary and John-”

“What were you thinking?” You questioned in betrayal. Your voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper. “You promised me.”

“I promised I wouldn’t tell Sam and Dean where you were. I didn’t promise that I wouldn’t tell Mary and John about the voices,” she replied. What she said was true, but she still shouldn’t have told them.

“I told you I didn’t want them to know, so why tell them? You knew I wanted to be free now you shove me in here?”

“I didn’t want you to be put in here. I just wanted you to take the meds again,” she stuttered. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I love you, I never wanted you to be put in here.”

“Yeah, well, I was. Good work, Charlie. Next time maybe you should listen to me when I say that I trust you and I only wanted to tell you. Not that there will be a next time, I don’t know if I can even forgive you let alone trust you ever again,” you snapped. You shook your head as more tears fell from your eyes. “I’m so tired of crying. It’s all I can really do in here.”

“I can come back for more visits if you want,” she offered.

“I don’t want you to. I want you to just leave me alone, or get my brothers to get me out. But you won’t, because that means having to tell them what you did…”

* * *

“And with that, you left Serenity Grove. You cried. I don’t know why, at least you got to leave. You weren’t stuck in that place. And you were too scared to tell Sam and Dean that you were the reason why, that’s why you never told them to get me out. It ruined me, Charlie. It just added to the pain that was already slowly killing me…“

And there, tape 4 had ended. Dean found himself outside of a place he didn’t know he was going to drive to, but he ended up here. It’s where his subconscious took him, and it was a pretty good reason too.

He climbed out of his car, walked into the apartment building and knocked on the door where he was greeted by none other than Charlie. She was shocked to say the least. Her jaw practically dropped to the floor as she saw him standing in the door way. “Can I come in?” He asked as he barged his way in anyway.

“Dean, uh… Hi,” she replied with a shaky voice as she closed the door. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know. Still torn up over Y/N’s death,” he said with arms folded over his chest. “Just getting my way through the tapes.”

“Shit,” she cursed under her breath. “Look, about Serenity Grove-”

“I’m not here for an explanation, I just want to make sure you understand why she was so upset. You betrayed her, Charlie. She trusted you and felt safe with you and you just went against her!”

“I know,” Charlie nodded vigorously. “And I can never take that back now, I am so sorry. I wish I could have fixed it.”

“You could have fixed it!” Dean shouted. Charlie flinched at the loudness of his voice. “Why didn’t you come to me and Sam about what you did? We wouldn’t have been mad, it’s the secrets that make me angry.”

Charlie took a moment to breathe. She hated herself for what she had done to you, the fact that Dean was angry just made it harder for her. “I’m so sorry. What I did, I’ll never forgive myself. I want to kill myself because of it.”

Dean’s face softened. Sure, Charlie lied and made mistakes, but not enough for her to feel like this. “I’ve already lost one sister to suicide, I can’t lose another.”

“I’m still family to you? Even after what I did?” Charlie sniffled.

“Yes. Y/N would have forgiven you too, if she were still here. But no more lies, Charlie,” he replied sternly. “I’m mad at you, but of course I still love you like a sister. You are still family no matter what.”

“I’m on the tapes,” she reminded him.

“So am I,” Dean replied quickly. Charlie didn’t know how to reply to it, so Dean continued. “I didn’t come here to shout at you. I mean, I wanted to get angry at you, and I’m glad that I did. But- I’m here for something else. I want you to forgive yourself. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and just own up to what you did! Stop ignoring mine and Sam’s calls. It’s over, we’ve all done bad things, but unless you hurt her like Crowley did, you need to forgive yourself.”

“Will you forgive yourself?” Charlie questioned. “When you find out what you did, do you think you’ll be able to handle it? Whether it’s unintentional or not, it’s hard to forgive yourself… But I promise I’m going to do it. I’ll stay alive, I won’t make the same mistake Y/N did.”

That’s exactly what it was. A mistake. Dean never knew what to call your death when people asked. Now he did. It wasn’t the answer, you should have talked to somebody but now it was too late.

After talking to Charlie and reassuring her that it’s okay to forgive herself, Dean headed back to the bunker with tape 4. When he arrived back, he put the tape and the tape player in his back pocket and went towards the door. When he got there, he realised that it was open. The lock had been shot at.

Someone had broken in. Who? Why? Most importantly, how?

Dean pulled his gun out of his other back pocket that didn’t have the tape in it. As he came in, the war room was full of men and women in hunting gear and guns pointed towards Mary, John and Sam. Dean ran down the stairs and into the war room where all the hunters held their guns towards him. Then, in the middle of them all stood a man that none of them liked. An evil, manipulative, monster of a man.

Silently. Just looking at Dean, he stepped forward with the box of tapes in his hands.

“I’ve already filled your family in but I’ll just give you a brief summary. These tapes can not be listened to by anyone higher up than me, no one at all that I work for. And they are clever, they could end up finding these.”

“What about these people?” Dean snapped with his gun pointing towards the monstrosity of a man in front of him.

“These people all work for me. But my bosses, however, people higher up, none of them can know that I am on here or what I did to your darling sister. So I must burn them before anything more happens with them.”

“You’re not going anywhere with those tapes,” Dean replied. “Hand them over, Ketch.”

BTS reaction to foreign gf saying “I love you” in her language.

btswifi said:BTS reaction to having a foreign girlfriend who tells them something in her foreign language but they don’t know what she said? 😅💓 thanks a lot love~

It was suppose to be a Monsta X reaction today, but I still have to clear some things up, with the user who requested theirs. So here’s a BTS reaction for now. ENJOY!

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Rap Monster: He tries to impress you a bit by saying something in your language. He learns a few “sweet” sentences to say to you, with the help of your dad. You: *Says I love you in your language* Him: “Can I eat you poop” *In your language* You: “What the fuck did you ask me?” *Your language* Him: *Thinks he started a romantic convo with you* “Where are the nearest pair of your favorite shoes, I need to take a piss” *Your language* You: “Do me a favor and never ask my dad for help again.” *In English*

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Suga: He thinks your asking him something, so he always just shake his head yeah. He dead ass thinks that eventually he’s gonna receive something from shaking yes to what you said….but your not even saying anything different🤔….So hopefully eventually he finds out what your saying, so he won’t think your asking him a question…also so he won’t be waiting all his life for something you never offered in the first damn place.

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J-hope: Oh he knows exactly what your saying. Since he doesn’t know how to respond to you back in your language, even though he could just repeat exactly what you said, but it won’t sound right, so he decides not to but he stay practicing everyday and night. He just responds back with his hands making a shape of a heart. 

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Jin: “I agree” You: “Agree about what?” Him: “About what you just said” You: *Shocked, but doesn’t believe it* “Oh really….then can you translate what I said then..” Him: “Sure-” You: “In English!, you know I’m still studying Korean.” Him: *GIF* You: *Giggles* Him: “Did I get it right?” You: “Yeah you got it spot on, guess I’m gonna have to switch up the game on you soon, huh?”

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Jimin: To him it doesn’t matter that he has no Idea what it means. He’s extremely paranoid that you two eventually will come across a good looking guy who speaks your language, and you two would engage in a conversation, then next thing he knows, your walking away with the guy. He actually have bad dreams about this, it’s his worst fear yet….CHILL JIMIN, your thinking way to hard.

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Taehyung: He caught on to it by now. After constant days of thinking and thinking about it, he now knows what you mean when you say that. No longer can you tell him that it means “I have to go feed my mom cats now” You: “I love you” *Foreign Language* Him: *Smiling Hard* You: “Why are you smiling so much….about me going to feed my ma cats”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jungkook: You called him during a V-Live, but you wasn’t aware that he was doing an live. He knew that you was most likely gonna say that certain thing he can’t understand (I love you), you always do after speaking on the phone with him. So when you did say it, he had you to repeat it louder, so the viewers could hear and hopefully somebody would know what you said and translate it for him.

Originally posted by joeguk

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First time loving you - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW)

#10. Making love for the first time. I hope you’ll like it, really, because lately I’ve been feeling a bit insecure about my writings (for no reason really but the fact that I really lack confidence) so…Yeah, and fuck it’s quite long… Oh and, WARNING NSFW and language I guess : 

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As he felt your naked body curled against him, it hit him like a tsunami. Right in the face. A gigantic wave of feels.  Everything made sense all of a sudden, and his mind was clearer than ever. Of course, it was so simple, and yet, it took him ages to realize it…He was in love with you. 

The sheer simplicity of his realization made him chuckle, and he held his breath, afraid he’d wake you up…But no, you were deeply asleep. Your head on his chest, an arm around his waist while the other was resting lazily across his chest. One of your leg was splayed across his own legs, his hands were on the small of back, caressing up and down lovingly. Yes, you didn’t hear his chuckle, you were in a deep slumber. 

You were too tired from last night…Oh my god last night. 

Last night, Logan spent the most fantastic night he ever had in his long life. 

Last night, you and him made love for the first time. 

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“Tell me what you fear, Nigma.”

“…I’m sorry, what?” 

“Tell me what you fear.” The Scarecrow leant in closer, his eyes boring into Nigma’s with an expression that was both cold and feverishly intense. “What sends shivers down your spine, what makes you wake up in the night with a scream on your lips?”

“Well…” The Riddler looked thoughtful for a second, then shrugged. “I suppose you could say greatest fear is failure.”

“Is it now?”

“It is. I suppose that’s why I find you so terrifying, Professor Crane - you’re my worst fear given human form.”

It took Crane a second to realise what he had just said.

rings of fire || stiles stilinski

word count: 4876

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst

request: hiiii i’m such a big fan you’re such an inspiration to me! could i get a request where the reader and stiles are married and have a son and stiles doesn’t really help her and is constantly helping the pack and at work and what not and shows her and her son no attention? the reader confronts him one night when he comes home late and finds out he was cheating, so she leaves and sleeps at lydia’s so then stiles goes and tries to win her and his son back? sorry i it’s complicating i love you so much

author’s note: happy easter (to those who celebrate)! i hope you guys all like this, thank you to @ninja-stiles for helping me with a couple things! 

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Being a parent wasn’t easy in any sense of the word.

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Sweetness Part Four

Part Three

Y/N bit her lower lip, a blush on her cheeks as she stands in the room, her hands nervously playing with her sleeves. She wasn’t sure why she felt nervous now, the hard part was done, her and Harry had exchanged the “I do”, they had shared their vows, the planning was over. They were married. But standing in front of him made her want to pee, the butterflies going insane in her stomach.

Harry closed the door behind him, his hands shaky. It was done, they were married, yet he couldn’t breathe. He was excited, he just wanted to hold her, but when he turned he froze. She was so beautiful, she was always beautiful, but today was different. Today was a day he never wanted to forget, today was a day he wanted to keep reliving. She looked much different than the mess she was the last two months, screaming, crying.

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Don’t leave me

Pairing: Eggsy x reader

Word count: 719

Warnings: death and tiny golden circle spoiler at the end

(a/n: i don’t really know what this is but the idea popped in my head? So enjoy)

When you came back to your house, which you shared with your dad Harry Hart, the door was already unlocked but it was probably because your dad was off work that day and knew you’d forget your key. However, after calling his name a couple times he didn’t respond; your dad was not in the house. You looked around but nothing. It was unlike your dad to leave the door unlocked but you didn’t really fully question it. Every room was empty; his work room was untouched but his laptop was open though the screen was black.

The hours passed and yet, nothing. The sky was getting dark and it was way past dinner time, where was he?

After making your way down the stairs, you went into the kitchen and grabbed the home phone, ringing Merlin (after you tried several times of ringing your dad’s phone).

“Hello?” Merlin answered.

“Oh, hey merlin, it’s y/n” you said, “by any chance d’you know where dad is?” The line stayed quiet for a couple seconds, a few hushed whispers could be heard on the other line before Merlin came back to the phone.

“y/n,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” You tensed up on the phone, fearing the worst.

“What?” you asked, the line was quiet - again - for a couple seconds, “dammit merlin, tell me!”

“Galahad is urm…” Merlin paused, “Harry’s dead”

“No” you said, “no he’s not. Tell me you’re lying, Merlin” you denied to accept Merlin was telling the truth.

“I wish I could” Merlin said, it took a couple seconds before the realisation hit you; your father, the only family member you had left, was dead. The man who always protected you, the man who was always the one to hold you if you cried, the man you loved so much, was dead.

Dropping the phone, you collapsed to the ground. Breathing unsteady. Hands trembling.

You bit your finger as you held back a sob, rocking back and forth. The tears that had been welling in your eyes were now overflowing down your cheeks; a choked sob left your mouth.

“It’s not true” you cried out, “it’s not true. It’s not true” you were still rocking back and forth, clutching the necklace your dad had given you in your hand.

The next weeks were incredibly hard. You locked yourself away in the house surrounding yourself with photos and memories. Merlin, Eggsy and Roxy had all tried to talk to you but you stared at the wall of your room, ignoring them all. The only one who eventually got you to talk was Eggsy as he sat next to you, just talking to you about anything to distract you.

“Y’know,” you spoke up looking at Eggsy “I keep hoping he’ll walk through the front door” you said causing Eggsy to look at you a little surprised, you had finally spoken after many weeks.

“Luv-”

“I know he won’t but..” you sighed, “but there’s always a chance, i guess”  Eggsy gave you a sympathetic smile as he watched you pick up a framed photo of your mum and dad on their wedding day, a long time ago. You smiled a little even though your heart was hurting so bad.  Eggsy knew about you losing your mother when you were very young, she too was a kingsman agent just like your dad. Unfortunately, she was killed in action. And now, Harry was gone too.

Eggsy was quick to react when you began to cry.

“Luv, hey, hey” Eggsy said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “hey, it’s okay” Eggsy pressed a kiss to your hair, frowning as he hated to see you cry.

“Don’t leave me eggsy” you begged, “please”

“I’m ain’t going anywhere, babe” he whispered, holding you. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you”

Eggsy stayed with you that night, he didn’t leave your side and held you if you cried or felt alone. As time went on Eggsy helped you through the pain and the tears; he moved in with you and kissed all the troubles away. He helped prepare you for whatever life would throw your way. 


However, he didn’t prepare you for when you saw your dad again and he certainly didn’t prepare you for your dad not remembering who you were.

anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where y/N has failed in something, like her studies or jobs and is really upset about it but doesn't want Harry to see her all broken because you've always been tough around him?

IX “Honesty and Expectations”

It all started since you decided to study overseas. That was both the best and the hardest decision you’ve ever made. Dear Mother had cried until her eyes went dry, your father had cried when nobody was there to look at him… but they supported you. They were so proud of your accomplishments they couldn’t keep quiet. And they wouldn’t want to if they could. How could they? If their little girl was reaching for the stars on her own they wouldn’t shut their damn mouths for good. Not even if someone had paid them a million dollars.

… Well, maybe they could use a million dollars.

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sentence prompts ➝ in this moment
  • ❛ This is our eternity. ❜
  • ❛ I was never good enough. ❜
  • ❛ Will you be the death of me? ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been drowning in questions, over and over again. ❜
  • ❛ Just look at me and say goodbye. ❜
  • ❛ I know you’re by my side. ❜
  • ❛ The only promise I could make you is that my promise is a lie. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know how I’ll get through this. ❜
  • ❛ My beautiful liar, why are you crying? ❜
  • ❛ I love you for always driving me insane. ❜
  • ❛ Can I give you just a taste? ❜
  • ❛ I don’t need you to save me. ❜
  • ❛ You’re dangerous, so keep your distance. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll tell you exactly what you want. Teach you to behave. ❜
  • ❛ Come on, inside my room. ❜
  • ❛ I would walk through flames for you. ❜
  • ❛ And in your hate, I find love. ❜
  • ❛ I’m not gonna change. So stay out of my way. ❜
  • ❛ Can we run away now and hide from tomorrow? ❜
  • ❛ These voices are killing me. ❜
  • ❛ All my life I was afraid to die but now I come alive. ❜
  • ❛ It’s been a beautiful tragedy. ❜
  • ❛ We wanted peace but you brought this war. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll be the best you ever had. ❜
  • ❛ You’ll never know what it is you’ve done to me. ❜
  • ❛ We’re not gonna stop tonight. We’re gonna burn this city down. ❜
  • ❛ I know that I can survive this. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t want to wake from this. ❜
  • ❛ You know where to meet me and you know just what I need. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t try and stop me now. ❜
  • ❛ I’m so tired of you telling me how to live and what I should not be. ❜
  • ❛ Take me away tonight, just me with you. ❜
  • ❛ Let me hear you scream. ❜
  • ❛ I crave excess, turning wine into sweat dripping down my neck. ❜
  • ❛ You’re cutting into me. ❜
  • ❛ There’s just something about you. It feeds the addict in me. ❜
  • ❛ It’s haunting, that hold that you have over me. ❜
  • ❛ Release me from these memories. ❜
  • ❛ Let me tell you how I want it. ❜
  • ❛ I know how this will end so I’m turning away now. ❜
  • ❛ Why does fear dominate when all we want is peace? ❜
  • ❛ I’m only here for one thing. ❜
  • ❛ You and me. We’re gonna be alright. ❜
  • ❛ There’s a look in your eyes, I know just what that means. ❜
  • ❛ I feel you growing closer. I feel you in the air. ❜
  • ❛ These memories run through my veins. ❜
  • ❛ You never once have doubted me. ❜
  • ❛ I’m the person you’ve been thinking about. The one thing you can’t live without. ❜
  • ❛ The strong will fight and the weak will run. ❜
  • ❛ You love me for everything you hate me for. ❜
  • ❛ I found a world where we are free. ❜
  • ❛ You know I’m always there with you. ❜
  • ❛ I love the way you dominate and you violate me. ❜
  • ❛ It’s true, I was waiting for a sign. ❜
  • ❛ You won’t forget me. I will haunt you until the truth unfolds. ❜
  • ❛ I’m the one that you need and fear. ❜
  • ❛ Tell me why we’re lying here on the floor. ❜
  • ❛ I am falling down the rabbit hole. ❜
  • ❛ Endless days and nights I wait for you. ❜
  • ❛ You’re so pretty, dripping sin. ❜
  • ❛ I’m just what you need, the perfect disease. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t know how hard I fought to survive. ❜
  • ❛ I still believe in the good and I still believe in the light. ❜
  • ❛ You left me there alone. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll have you down on your knees. I’ll have you begging for more. ❜
  • ❛ I was my own worst enemy. ❜
  • ❛ Take me, pull me all around. Break me, I’m yours. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll taste you until I can’t. ❜
  • ❛ You’re beautiful and sick like me. ❜
  • ❛ I want you biting down on me. ❜
  • ❛ You’ll still love me. Dead or alive. ❜
  • ❛ I am the misery you crave and you, you are my faithful enemy. ❜
  • ❛ I’m yours to have and to hold. ❜
  • ❛ No matter where you run, you cannot hide from me. ❜
  • ❛ Is it sick of me to need control of you? ❜
  • ❛ Even in these chains, you can’t stop me. ❜
  • ❛ What I would give just to be with you. ❜
  • ❛ I thank you for the moments of your life. And never giving up on me. ❜
  • ❛ You run through my veins. ❜
  • ❛ Stay the fuck out of my head! ❜
  • ❛ There’s nothing I won’t do to show you, I would sacrifice my dying breath for you. ❜
  • ❛ Let me sleep away these memories within. ❜
  • ❛ Shut your dirty, dirty mouth. ❜
  • ❛ Baby, go ahead. I’ll be the villain you can blame. ❜
  • ❛ Hello, are you listening? Can you hear me? ❜
  • ❛ They will never know all the blood we shed. ❜
  • ❛ We knew it was meant to be, but never meant to last. ❜
  • ❛ The wrath of your hate has returned. ❜
  • ❛ Not even death could take me away from you. ❜
  • ❛ I am your sinner, I am your whore. ❜
  • ❛ I know you had to go, it’s my war not yours. ❜
  • ❛ Even if the world ignites into flames, you’ll be right here by my side. ❜
  • ❛ We have to end the hate. ❜
  • ❛ This sufferings my blessing. ❜
  • ❛ You’re gonna listen to what I say this time. ❜
  • ❛ Determination is pushing me. Perseverance is what I bleed. ❜
  • ❛ I’m drowning in solitude again. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t know the torture. You don’t know the pain. ❜
  • ❛ I still can see your eyes believing in your love for me as you watched me die. ❜
  • ❛ The time has come for me to say goodbye. ❜
  • ❛ I wanted to believe in you. ❜
  • ❛ These faces come and go and all I do is think of you. ❜
  • ❛ I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me. ❜
  • ❛ You think if I bleed, it can save you. ❜
  • ❛ As your sky starts to fall, you realize you’re standing alone. ❜
  • ❛ This confession is killing me again. ❜
  • ❛ Take my hand, show me the way. And never bring me back here. ❜
  • ❛ I know you’ll never understand me. ❜
  • ❛ In my dreams last night, I saw your face. You held me and washed away my tears. ❜

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

“You don’t want to know,” you said as you turned away shyly. You and Bucky we’re having a simple night in, a bottle of wine shared between the two of you, when things took an interesting turn. 

 "Oh but I do Doll,“ he said as he placed a hand on your chin and turned you head to face him. 

You cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. It wasn’t like you couldn’t tell Bucky anything. You two were as close as two people could be and even though you had only been together a few months, it felt like you both had always been together. You diverted your attention from his piercing blue eyes. 

"It’s just, I don’t know,” you stumbled over your words. 

 Many a night you had spent in your room, touching yourself to the thought of him dominating​ you, taking control in ways you could only dream of. There was nothing you wanted more. 

 "How about I go first?“ he suggested to get things moving to where he wanted them to go. You two were no strangers to the bedroom and the couch and the kitchen table, but maybe if he said the things he liked the best, you would follow suit. 

 Bucky bit his lip tantilizingly. "I love it when you suck my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours. I also love it when you ride me. There ain’t no sight I love more than you on top of me, grinding away.”

You could feel Bucky tense at just the mention of your intimate acts and his eyes seemed to light up. It was easy to tell just how entranced he was by you and what you did to him.

What was the worst that could happen if you told him? He might say that he wasn’t into that sort of thing and that he didn’t want to try it, but at best? He would indulge you and you would get to live out your wildest fantasies. Was it worth the risk?

“Don’t laugh,” you said nervously.

Bucky shook his head from left to right. “I would never make fun of something you like,” he reassured you. 

You took a deep breath and tried not to look into those stunning eyes of his. “I really, really want you to dominate me,” you said quietly. “I like being dominated by my partners.” 

Bucky paused a moment as if he was thinking and your mind began to fear the worst. Thoughts of being reprimanded filled your head until Bucky looked up at you with a smile. 

“If that’s what you like, then I will try my hardest to satisfy you.”

He grabbed your hand and began to lead you off towards the bedroom. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but damn if he wasn’t going to try. You were with it.

“Tell me what direction in need to go and I swear I will get you to that sweet release you need,” he said with a husky voice. 

Your pulse quickened in your veins as Bucky pulled you into the room and shut the door. The fun was only just beginning.  

anonymous asked:

Oh my my I've been craving so much fluff lately and you, one of my favorite writers, just happens to be taking requests. So could I have a fluffy scenario in which Katsuki's s/o tells him she's pregnant? Thx!! ^~^

This is such a cute request and tbh, I feel like I ruined it? (゚口゚;)/ but—but I still hope you enjoy the request, sweetie! and now I feel like I disappointed you b/c you called me one of your favorite writers, yet I give you this shitty response. (´;ω;`)

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What We Want And What We Get II

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count:1788

Pairing: LokixSister!ReaderxThor

Summary: Thor gets drunk and handsy at a party. It doesn’t end well. 

Part 1 / Part 3

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Together Again

Request: “Can you please do a Harry hook imagine where reader catches him cheating and like months later she/he moves on and has a new partner? (Possibly from the rotten four?) THANKS ♥️♥️”

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: None

Originally posted by painfulblisss

A couple months had passed since you caught Harry doing the worst thing he could ever do to you. Cheating. You remenber it clear as day and the wound was still an open one, he said he had a perfect explanation but you didn’t want to hear it.

Harry wanted to tell you that the girl you found him kissing had forced herself onto him. She had threatened him saying that if he didn’t kiss her she would tell Y/N they the both had a thing going on when clearly that wasn’t the case.

Now you were in a relationship with Carlos. He had been there for you ever since you both met each other, he also had a crush on you when he came to Auradon. Although when he confessed his feelings to you for the first time you turned him down but told him you both could remain friends. Carlos agreed he was very respectful of your choice.

Then once you, Ben, the rotten four and Lonnie had gone to the isle that’s when you met Harry. You both fell in love and a couple weeks later you became boyfriend and girlfriend. Everything had been going well until he cheated and your heart broke into a million pieces. You didn’t go out with Carlos until a couple of months after that incident happened.

He had told you he never lost his feelings for you and he just acted like he did so you wouldn’t feel bad, turn down Harry and be upset. He wanted you to be happy even if it wasn’t with him. He also wanted you to recover from your heartbreak and once you did you finally accepted to go out with him.

“Y/N can we please talk.” Harry said.

“Sure as long as it’s not about how you cheated on me go ahead.” Your words hit Harry like a thousand daggers.

“Please Y/N I didn’t mean to break your heart can you please let me tell you what really happened.” Harry pleaded.

“Fine.” You said.

“That girl she forced herself onto me she had told me that if I didn’t kiss her she would tell you that her and I were a thing. I didn’t want to lose you but at the end my worst fear had came true. Please forgive me I love you.” Harry said sadly.

Your heart softened. You no longer saw your cheating ex in front of you. You saw Harry the boy that you still loved and the one who loved you back. You should’ve let him tell you what had happened in the first place. If you had done that you both would’ve still been together.

“I forgive you Harry I’m so sorry the truth is I still love you too.” You confessed.

You both stood there looking into each other’s eyes not knowing what to say. Harry was about to speak when Carlos opened the door.

“Hey there you are Y/N let’s go we have a date to go to.” He said. You gave him a small nod and he closed the door, you heard his footsteps fade away.

“I’m so sorry I have to go.” You said sadly.

“Are you still going to be with him?” Harry asked.

“I love you both. But I love him as a brother I don’t love him the way I love you.” You said.

“Go on tell him it will be alright I’ll be waiting here for you with my arms wide open if you’re sad.” Harry smiled.

“Thank you.” You said kissing Harry. He kissed back and you smiled, so did he.

This was the guy that you loved. Now you would have to go let down Carlos in a way that wouldn’t break his heart. You were sure he would understand he just wanted to see you happy. So at the end you and Harry would get your happily ever after.

I know I’ve made a lot of personal posts over the past few months about personal growth, dealing with medical problems, and being a more positive person and trying to find purpose in your life. And I def don’t wanna turn into a blog that just talks about that sort of thing, but from what I went through this past year, with relationships and my medical stress and learning about forgiveness and boundaries, I realize how hard it is for people to function through that stuff when they feel alone or have low self-worth. And I find it SUPER important to hit these personal milestones.

So I’ve been binge watching Dr Phil for months, day in and day out. I started using it as background noise for when I draw (because I’m tired of listening to the same playlist over and over). But after watching him so much, I’ve come to respect him a great deal. He hands out prolific life advice, and a lot of his quotes or ideas really helped me wake up and put my foot down. It made me see some things in life I hadn’t thought about.

And so I collected 30 of these quotes, and I want to share a few of them with you guys, in case you’re going through something or need that extra encouragement. Because they’ve helped me more than I could’ve ever imagined.

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Ashley's Alphabetical Prompts (pt. 2)

“As long as I’m not the one doing the plan, I’m cool with supporting it.”

“Bet me fifty bucks and I’ll do it.”

“Come on, you didn’t really believe that lie, did you?”

“Do you have any alcohol? I need it.”

“Everywhere I go, here you are. This is getting creepy.”

“For the love of God, I just wanted some coffee!”

“Give me that, you fiend.”

“How did you even get up there? Actually, I don’t want to know, never mind.”

“I may be dumb, but I’m not that dumb.”

“Just hurry up and leave, my mom’s going to be here soon.”

“Knucklehead is such a pure term, don’t you agree? Like, I want someone to insult me by calling me a knucklehead.”

“Look! Wait, don’t look, that’s gruesome. Oh…Oh wow.”

“Much appreciation, kind sir.”

“Never take anything I say seriously.”

“Over the bridge, take a right, there’s the body.”

“Plan F isn’t going so well, on to plan G?”

“Quiet! Don’t you see she’s sleeping?”

“Respect your elders, I’m seven months older than you so have to respect me.”

“Something tells me this isn’t just a kind visit, what do you want?”

“Try again, asshat, I’m still alive.”

“Unblock the damn door, I’m cold!”

“Vacant towns are probably my biggest fear.”

“Why did you do the exact opposite of what I said?”

“X,Y, and Z. I used to think ‘and’ was another letter.”

“You are the worst person in my life, but I love you.”

“Zip up your jacket, nobody wants to see that!”

“I was going to die, sooner or later, whether or not I had even spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silences will not protect you…. What are the words you do not yet have? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? We have been socialized to respect fear more than our own need for language.“

I began to ask each time: "What’s the worst that could happen to me if I tell this truth?” Unlike women in other countries, our breaking silence is unlikely to have us jailed, “disappeared” or run off the road at night. Our speaking out will irritate some people, get us called bitchy or hypersensitive and disrupt some dinner parties. And then our speaking out will permit other women to speak, until laws are changed and lives are saved and the world is altered forever.

Next time, ask: What’s the worst that will happen? Then push yourself a little further than you dare. Once you start to speak, people will yell at you. They will interrupt you, put you down and suggest it’s personal. And the world won’t end.

And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you. And you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party, because, as I think Emma Goldman said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.”
― Audre Lorde