the voices in my head are trying to kill me

Improper Evangelizing

Long context: In a 5e game, we’re being pursued on a carriage by a group of Fell bats in the middle of an undead siege on the city. The party has whittled it down to the last bat.

Our Paladin is the son of Bahamut, and must spread his religion to prove his worth to his father. To do this, a book has been created, and our Paladin wears a robe that will magically conjure one of the books every time he reaches into it and says the phrase, “Have I got a book for you!”

DM: The last Bat is still pursuing you. [Paladin], you’re up.

Paladin: Well, I don’t want to hold action again since my breath weapon is out. I’m going to try to evangelize the bat to my religion!

DM: It doesn’t understand common.

Paladin: Shit. Well, I guess I can throw a book at it.

*A moment of stunned silence as we all take in what he just suggested*

DM: (attempting to suppress his giggling) Okay. Roll a strength improvised weapon throw.

Paladin: I got… a 21 total.

DM: (giggling maniacally) That hits! Roll damage.

Paladin: 11.

DM: (trying not to laugh hysterically) You hear the voice of your father in your head, whispering “Use the book…”

Paladin: (dramatically) I reach into my robes, and shout the phrase “Have I got a book for you!”, and on ‘you’, I frisbee the book as hard as I can!

DM: The book has a beautiful curve to it, arcing gracefully through the rain, water cascading from its’ spinning surface. You watch as it moves and intercepts the bat, perfectly hitting it in the face, crushing its’ skull and killing it instantly.

Party: *bursts out into hysterical laughter*

Fighter: (me, imitating the DM’s Bahamut voice) [Paladin], you idiot! That’s not how you evangelize!

Paladin: (laughing and fighting back tears) I just wanted you to be proud of me!

Needless to say, our Paladin used his book to successfully convert many that night.

anonymous asked:

Peter Parker and soulmate being able to hear eachothers thoughts. So soulmates can communicate before they meet/until they are ready to meet.

You smiled softly as your attention was stolen from the French essay in front of you by the now familiar voice of your soulmate in your mind.

“Eliza Schuyler was the wife of….of…..”

“Alexander Hamilton,” you thought, chuckling as you hummed the tune without meaning to.

“Thanks (Nickname)!” came his voice again. “This history essay’s killing me.”

“Try French,” you thought bitterly, glaring at the half-filled sheet of paper in front of you.

“Non merci,” he replied cheekily. You giggled.

“Need any more help with history?” you asked. “I know Alexander Hamilton like I know my own mind.”

“I know you do, you were singing that musical in your head all day yesterday.”

“Sorry! My friends get annoyed at it too.”

“Don’t be sorry, it was kinda cute.” His voice sounded shy now, and you bit your lip at how adorable he sounded.

You’d been able to hear Peter’s thoughts for a few months now, and every day you could feel yourself falling more in love with him. He was so funny and nerdy, he listened to all your rants and worries, and he was always there if you needed him.

“Hey Pete?”


“Do you think we could meet up soon? I…I really like you.”

The silence you were greeted with scared you, and all the horror stories you’d read about soulmates not loving each other or people being assigned the wrong soulmate came rushing to the front of your mind.

“I really like you too, (Y/N). We could meet up today? Unless you want to finish your French work, because I don’t mind when-,”

“Today would be great,” you thought, a grin spreading across your face as you shoved your work away from you.

“When and where?”

Evil Yours, Now Evil Mine // Kai Anderson

Originally posted by gabbiesworld

A/N: I’m selfishly relieved to be writing Kai again. I feel like I write him better than the rest of Evan’s characters. So! This is based off a request where someone wanted Kai to meet a girl whose only fear was her own mind. I also had countless requests for rough Kai.

Side note: This fic is my absolute pride and joy.

This is specifically for my homegurl @fragilelikeabomb0106 <3 And myself. Because I’m a Kai whore.

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT! And language.

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Ten Things I Hate About You

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Prompt: based on the poem on the movie that I absolutely love. 

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

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Klance becomes canon: YES THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING SHOW!!! 💕💕💕

Klance is hinted at but never canon: YES THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING SHOW!!! 💕💕💕

Klance doesn’t even come close to being canon: YES THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING SHOW!!! 💕💕💕

Because I’m not a disrespectful human being who cares more about their ships than the actual show itself and the hardwork the voice actors, animation crew, writers, producers, etc, put into Voltron. If you care so much about a ship that the minute anyone else says it won’t be canon and your response is to threaten them, tell them to kill themselves or blackmail them? Then YOU are the problem. YOU need to reevaluate your priorities. YOU make the whole fandom look like the pits of hell and soil the beautiful part of it. YOU disgust me. I would try to see things from your side, but frankly it’s impossible for me to stick my head that far up my ass.

Silent Treatment - Nolan Holloway

Originally posted by vxidism

Requested by the lovely @froygutierreez
“can i request an imagine/one shot of where the reader is liam’s younger sister and she has a small crush on nolan? like nolan had always liked her more than she likes him. anyway, and when he and gabe beat up liam, she doesn’t talk to him for a while and nolan just keeps trying to apologise? when they do talk, they confess their feelings and have been a secret thing since then? ( im doing this for a story/rp thingy and may need some inspiration! )”

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of anxiety, death, and an extreme range of emotions.

Word Count: Just over 14k. (This got out of control. I could not. stop. writing.)

Note: The continuity, especially as far as it goes for time of day/general cycles of daylight and night, in S6 was a damn mess so I tried to make it a little more continuous for the sake of everyone reading this. There are still some time frames that don’t make much sense so please forgive, I am doing my best. Also, the reader in this is Liam’s twin sister. And this title made more sense before I actually wrote this whole thing but I’m sticking with it.

My phone was resting on the sofa next to me while I scrolled through Netflix to find a new movie to watch. I’d already watched a few romcoms throughout the day. I didn’t have much better to do since I was throwing up and running a fever, which effectively stopped me from going to school.

A quick succession of text notifications came up so I dropped the tv remote and picked up my phone to read them.

They were all from Corey and Mason.

I opened them up, expecting to see some “hope you’re feeling better” messages but that wasn’t the case. They had both texted me saying that Liam had been in a fight at the end of the day. More specifically, that he’d been beat up by two guys from the lacrosse team.

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Emotions/Damon Salvatore Smut

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

“Damon I can’t do this! You’re obviously not over her. You never will be!” I shouted

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She Won’t Have You Anymore// Bellamy Blake

Epitome: When Murphy is trying to hang Bellamy in the drop ship, you find a way in to save him, not helping but overhear the conversation they uphold. 

Word Count: 575

“Take me for him!” Bellamy yelled at the closed doors of the drop ship.

“No, no!” You yelled, clawing at the arms that were holding you back.

“Let Jasper go and take me! I’m the one you want!” Bellamy yelled.

The doors opened, Jasper stumbling out of the drop ship. Bellamy dropped his guns, walking over to the door. He jumped inside, looking at you one last time.

“No, Bellamy!” You screeched, finally getting out of the arms. You ran over just as the door closed, your fists banging against the concrete.

“Why did you let him go?!” You yelled at the people standing around the drop ship.

You stood around, Raven and Clarke making a plan to get Bellamy back. 

“Let me go with her,” you begged Clarke, who declined. “Please, I can talk Murphy into letting him go.”

You followed Raven underneath the drop ship, making sure to be quiet.

Raven went to the circuits, trying to find a way to shut the lights off while you tried to find a way into the drop ship.

“You let people wrap a rope around my neck, while you kicked the barrel from underneath my feet,” Murphy said. “You almost killed me.”

“No, I didn’t,” Bellamy said, anger lining his voice. “You were an asshole to everyone-”

“So were you, Blake!” Murphy cut him off. “What happened to ‘we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want’?”

“That expired the day Grounders put a bounty on every single head in this camp.” 

“On everyone’s head or her head?” Murphy asked.

You stopped in your tracks, listening closer.


“No, Bellamy, I see the way you look at her, you’re in love with her,” Murphy said, shuffling around. “The thing is, when I’m done, she won’t have you anymore.”

You jumped up, going through a small tunnel in the drop ship but your foot slipped and you fell against the metal with a loud clang.

“Ah, that must be her now.” Murphy said before letting out a series of gunfire, hitting everywhere around you in the small tunnel.

One got you in the shoulder, making you groan out in pain.

“Got her!”

“Murphy! Listen, you’re problem is with me, not her, kill me,” Bellamy said as you started to climb again. “Me, not her.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I plan to kill you anyway.” Murphy said before you hear a loud clanking and then silence.

You came out of a hole underneath the floor, sending a few bullets in the way of Murphy but he jumped out a window, running towards the woods.

You turned around, seeing Bellamy hanging from the ceiling, not moving. You pulled the knife from your belt, quickly cutting him down.

You softly set him on the floor, on your knees beside his not moving body.

“Bellamy?” you whispered softly, your shaking hands hovering over his face. “Bell?”

His eyes shot open and he breathed in deeply before looking at you. “Y/n?”

“Hey, Bell.” You smiled against your tears, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. 

“I thought you were dead.” He breathed into your neck, his arms wrapping around you.

“I thought you were dead.” You chuckled, pulling back and swiftly pressing your lips against his.

He kissed back, his lips working against yours. 

“I love you.” He blurted as he moved a piece of hair from your face.

“I love you too, Bell.” You smiled, kissing him again.


Summary: You have some very important news to tell Shawn, but you’re not quite sure how he’s gonna take it.

Requested: Sort Of

I ran a hand through my hair as I paced around Shawn’s empty dressing room. I found out some news a few days ago and I’m not sure how he’s gonna take it. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I have to tell him though. He deserves to know. It would be cruel of me not to tell him. I let out a frustrated growl as I sat on the couch. What’s the worst that can happen?”

With that, I forced myself off the couch and made my way to the stage where Shawn is doing soundcheck. I tucked my hands in my pocket, trying not to talk myself out of this. I walked out to the isles of seats and stood in the middle of the walkway.

Shawn was playing his guitar and smiling at the crew as the made up silly lyrics. He busted into laughter and high fives a guy after the track was over. He looks so carefree. This is what he loves and who am I to rip this away from him. I feel my heart plummet to my stomach as Shawn turns around and spots me, sending me the biggest smile I’ve seen in a long time. I turned around and started toward the arena door, trying to conceal my tears from Shawn’s view.

“I’ll be right back.” I hear him say. Crap. I speed up my walking and make it out the double doors just as Shawn is grabbing my arm, turning me around. His face drops as he takes hold of my face, wiping the tears away. “Hey hey hey, What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I have something to tell you and I don’t know how you’re going to take it.” I explain. Shawn suddenly stood up straight and examined my face. He looked down and bit the inside of his cheek.

“Who is he?” He asked through clenched teeth, catching me off guard.


“Who is he and how long has it been going on? I swear, Y/n, if you say it’s Cameron, I will-“

“You think I’m cheating on you? You think I would do that to you with your best friend?” I asked hurt clear in my voice.

“Why else would you be so nervous to tell me something, Y/n?”

“Because I’m pregnant!” I say raising my voice a little bit. Shawn freezes.

“What?” He says, the color drained from his face. A few minutes pass and Shawn is still standing there, speechless.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes again. I start to walk away when Shawn grabs my arm again.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I just… it’s a lot.” He says placing his hands on my waist. I lean into him and rest my head on his chest. “How long have you known?”

“2 days.” I feel Shawn stiffen under me.  

“How far are you?” I take a deep breath.

“If I got my math right, the last time we had sex was when you were frustrated about your tour work so… 2 months tomorrow.” I slowly break away from Shawn and look at Shawn who seems to be deep bin thought. “I should go.” |

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I don’t belong here anymore Shawn.”

“Why does it sound like you saying goodbye?” He asks. I closed my eyes and try to hold back my tears.

“Because I am.” I reply. Shawn shakes his head.

“No.” He replies with a stern voice. I know he’s not going to let me go easily, but I have too. I open my mouth to say something, but the door behind us opens.

“Sorry to interrupt but, Shawn if you want the show to start on time you need to get dressed.” Someone from the crew notifies him. Shawn nods.

“I’ll be a second.” With that the person leaves and I cross my arms around my torso.

“Have fun at your show. I know your gonna kill it.” I said. Shawn rubbed his eyes.

“Why do you keep saying goodbye?” I could hear the hurt in his voice.

“Because I don’t want to hold you back! I don’t want to be the reason you can’t go out and live like an 18 year old pop star should! I don’t want you to miss amazing opportunities all because you have a pregnant girlfriend at home, Shawn! I don’t want that for you! I don’t want you to look back years from now and start to resent me because you couldn’t do what you love to do!” I cried. Shawn gathered me in his arms.

“Baby, I will never see you that way. Believe it or not you’re giving me a gift. Yes, it might be a little early, but there’s nothing that I want more than to start a family with you.”  

“You’re not angry?” I asked into his chest. Shawn chuckled.

“No, I’m not angry.” He said.

“What about the hormones?” Shawn laughed.

“I think I can handle them.” He said taking my face in his hands and kissing my forehead.

“And the cravings and mood swings?”

“I think I can handle those too. Just… stay. Please.” Shawn said, placing his forehead on mine.

“Fine.” I whispered. With that, Shawn smiled and placed a kiss on my lips, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. Suddenly the door behind us opened.

“Sorry to break this up, but you need to get ready, Mendes. Now.” His stylist said, practically dragging him through the doors. I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. That went better than expected. Now here comes the hard part:

Telling everyone else.

Challenge Accepted

Fandom: Voltron

Rating: T for swearing

Characters: Lance and Keith, Hunk, Pidge, Shiro and Allura.

Summary: Another Lance sickfic. This is my challenge fic based off of a post @toosicktoocare made about the things that Keith says to sick Lance. 

You can find the post here.

A shout out to @403secret and @mypoorfaves who have betad this story and read it over and over.

I made a part 2 for y’all who asked for so you can find it here.

Warning for cussing. That’s about it.

“What closely Paladins.”

With a sharp command from Allura, the training “dummy” materialized in front of her. Allura sunk into a stance of an Altean fighting style in which the simulation mimicked. There was a moment of complete and utter silence, the only form of movement were Allura’s pupils gliding up and down the dummy With a sudden burst of speed, the simulation shot forward, trying to land a kick on the princess’s head. The white foot bounced off of the tanned wrist and to compensate for the imbalance of its stance, the dummy drove its right fist towards her abdomen. Allura caught the fist in the palms of her hands and thrusted away from her body. The simulation stumbled backwards before charging once more towards the princess.

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Entry #2 - Netflix And Chill - Smut - By @lovelydob

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

Author: @lovelydob
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,043
Prompt:  “The whole town does not need to see you falling off my balcony, leave using the door, please.”

I was awoken seemingly out of nowhere, nothing but pitch black and silence surrounding my room. I sit up and pull my phone off of the charger and checking the time.

1:25 AM

“Shit” I mumble, realizing I probably passed out while doing homework again this week. I unlock my phone to a dozen texts and several phone calls from Stiles, reading through the urgent messages before I hear a tink come from my window.

There’s another one before I decide to stand up and investigate, moving to the window but seeing nothing behind the pane but darkness due to the new moon. I brush it off and close my curtains before turning around, only to be startled by a slew of several objects hitting my window again.

My heart starts racing in a panic, unsure of what was outside trying to get in. This is Beacon Hills, so it literally could be anything. Including something deadly. I tiptoe to the corner of my room, grabbing the baseball bat Stiles insisted I keep with me for situations just like this.

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Tom Holland Imagine - Love Me Now

request: a tom imagine based on the song love me now by john legend

a/n: idk if this is any good? i’m not the greatest at analysing song meanings so idk if i used the song right, let me know

word count: 1370

masterlist: (x)

Pulling me further
Further than I’ve been before
Making me stronger
Shaking me right to the core, oh
I don’t know what’s in the stars
Never heard it from above, the world isn’t ours
But I know what’s in my heart
If you ain’t mine I’ll be torn apart

People questioned your relationship with Tom from the very beginning. You were from different worlds; he was a famous movie star, travelling across the globe in private jets, hanging out with Hollywood stars and dining in five star restaurants where the appetisers alone cost more than your weekly food shop; you were a student, studying at university in London, barely getting by with your student loan. When he had first spied you in his local pub near his home, Tom couldn’t stop looking at you. He wanted to go up to you and talk to you so badly, but he was nervous and was scared he would say something stupid and mess his chances up with you. He knew if he didn’t introduce himself before you left he’d hate himself for the rest of his life.

“If you’re not mine,” he said. “I think I’ll be torn apart.”

You hit it off straight away, and you had your first date the next weekend. You fell in love with one another fast, your emotions heightened since Tom would soon be off globetrotting again. You spent every opportunity you could together. He insisted you made him a better person, he couldn’t imagine a life where you weren’t his. The distance strained your relationship at times, pulling you apart from him physically and mentally, but you’d always find a way to make it work. You couldn’t live without him, nor could he without you.

I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone
So I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

After six years of dating, after you graduated university and found yourself a full time job, after Tom won his first Oscar - and the one after that, after you bought your first house together, Tom proposed to you. It was on a rainy Tuesday afternoon whilst walking Tessa on a hike up a hill. The two of you reached the top of the trail and sat on the same bench overlooking the English countryside you always sat on as Tessa ran wildly around your feet.

“Life is short,” he said. The seriousness of his comment had taken you aback. “And I don’t want to think about what my life would be like if you were taken away from me, or if I was taken from you. Whenever it is, ten, twenty, sixty years, whatever. Whatever reason, I know it’d kill me if this ever ended.” He was sweating even though the air was cold. You were confused. “So I don’t want to think about that, I don’t want to think about the end, because I don’t know what the future is gonna hold, I want to think about the now. I want to love you right now, like it’s all I have. I want you to love me now. I know there is no better person on earth for me than you, and I know I can be the perfect man for you. I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone, when I die, or- but I know nobody is capable of loving you as much as I do.” He reached into his pocket, struggling to pull out whatever it was he was looking for from his jeans. He opened the little black box, his grandmother’s ring sitting pretty inside. “Will you be my wife?”

Something inside us knows there’s nothing guaranteed
Yeah, girl, I don’t need you to tell me that you’ll never leave, no
When we’ve done all that we could to turn darkness into light, turn evil to good
Even when we try so hard for that perfect kind of love, it could all fall apart

“And finally, my beautiful wife,” Tom said into the microphone, your wedding guests watching tearfully as he neared the end of his speech. “The thing with you, baby, is we’ve both learnt not to take this for granted, what we have - like anything, there’s nothing guaranteed in life. I knew, from that very first day in the little shitty pub near my old house, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew one day we would be here on our wedding day, and I knew from that day you would make me the happiest man on earth. Like any relationship, we’ve had our challenges, our ups and downs and whatever, we’ve both threatened to leave, and sometimes we did,” he laughed as you looked up at him, tears pricking your eyes as you smiled. “But I can’t live without you. We always came back. We always managed to turn the darkness into light. You’re my soulmate, and there is no-one I would rather spend my life with. Thank you for everything you do, everything you have done and will do, I am grateful for it all. The past seven years, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have been put on this planet at the same time as you, and how I’m even luckier that it’s me that gets to wake up next to you every morning. I hope I can give you all the love you deserve and more, and you deserve a lot of love baby. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He cleared his throat as he picked up his champagne flute. “So if you could all please raise your glasses, and toast the greatest woman to walk this world, my wife.”

And who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone?
Oh I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
And I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

“So that’s it then?!” He screamed, banging his fist against the doorframe. Tessa cowered underneath the kitchen table, whimpering as Tom raised his voice. “You’re just gonna leave?”
“Please stop shouting,” you tried. “I just, it’s too much sometimes! The media are so involved in my life now, I just want to be normal. I just need a break.” Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks as Tom leaned against the wall with his arms, his head bent down with his forehead touching the bricks, trying to calm himself.
“You’re my wife.” He said.
“I know that,” you twisted the rings on your fourth finger of your left hand.
“Please don’t leave me,” he begged, suddenly his voice was quiet, wobbly from his tears. “I know it’ll kill me when it’s over. I don’t want this to be over.”
“Please,” he whispered. “I don’t want to think about a life without you. I want you to love me now. We don’t need a break, I don’t want to stop loving you, not for a second. Please, just love me now.”

Oh I don’t know how the years will go down, it’s alright
Let’s make the most of every moment tonight

After four more years of marriage, two kids, one more dog and a move to Los Angeles, you and Tom were better than ever. He kissed your temple as you stood in the doorway of the nursery together, watching your youngest child sleep.

“You know all those years ago, before we met in that pub,” you whispered. “I never thought I would be living a life as good as this. I didn’t know how the years would go down, but you- you just make everything so good.” Tom smiled, leaning his head against yours. “When we have shit times, I just stop and look at you and I know it’s alright, it’s always going to be alright when I’m with you.” Tom pressed his lips against yours for a second. “I don’t ever want to take you for granted,” you continued. “Let’s make the most of every moment.”

Screw Up

Originally posted by netflixandi

A/N: This is from the prompt list and I’m super excited to be getting more Criminal Minds requests! For anyone wondering the smutty part two of the Spencer imagine I did the other day will be up really soon! Maybe in a day or two depending on when I have time. Thanks for reading! -Heather @livingthefand0mlife

Pairing: Spencer x Reader 

Warnings: None.

Angst to fluff

Prompt) 11. “So you hate me now too? Join the club.”

“How could you do that, Y/N?! Were you even thinking?!” Prentiss screamed at me. My head hung low as I kicked around a small pebble on the ground. 

“Of course I was thinking, I was just thinking that I could talk him down and I did!” I snapped. “I don’t regret my decision.” 

“You and I will talk about this when we get back. Get on the jet,” I could see she was trying to control her emotions but it was hard since we were all so close. I was at the unsub’s house interviewing him before we knew it was him, and when I got the call to wait outside for backup I disobeyed. I knew that I could catch him by surprise and get him handcuffed without a problem. What I didn’t count on was that he had somehow cloned my phone and listened in to the call. He knew I was coming in to arrest him so he had his sidearm ready. 

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motel ‘97 - 01

➵ pairing: jungkook x reader  
➵ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut.
➵ warning: violence, crude language, read at own risk.
➵ word count: 1.3K+

01, 02, 03, 04, 05,

I had come to terms with how shitty this job was, but hey, at least it paid the bills. Sure it’s not the best, but it sure as hell ain’t the worst. Working as a maid for a motel definitely has it cons. Huge messes and spills, only god knows what kind of stains in the sheets. People are quite messy. Not to mention this obnoxious outfit. Black collared shirt tucked into a mid thigh skirt. Doesn’t necessarily scream ‘professionalism’ but this motel is far in the outskirts of the city so it doesn’t really matter anyways. I sighed, brushing my hands off on a towel as I pushed the cart out and into the hallway. “Y/N!” A voice boomed from the end of the hallway. I turned and was met with my friend Minji who was also my roommate. She had long black hair, a few piercings and tattoos all along her arms. “I’m headed home now. I’m stopping at the convenience store on my way, do you need anything?” She asked, reaching for her keys. “Um, no I’m good thanks though! I should be home in…uh..” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. “9:23 PM” “AI should be home no later than 10. I just need to finish this hallway.” I smiled. “Alright, see ya!” She waved as she pressed the elevator button.

I wheeled the cart over to the next room and pushed open the door. It wasn’t so bad. Just a few sheets here and there and some wrappers. Only one of the beds had been used, the other one untouched. Sheets still tucked in neatly and pillows rested against the headboard.  “Thank you god..” I mumbled. I began collecting the trash and stuffing it into a bag.

I ran my hands over my arms trying to warm them in the slightest. Why was it so damn freezing in this room? I glanced over to see if they had maybe left the window open and it sure was. “Who the hell has the window open and AC running at the same time..” I thought to myself as I pushed myself up off the floor and walked over to shut the window. I ran my hands along the edge of the rim and noticed many cigarettes jammed into it. I ignored it, not bothering to clean it because no one would check anyways. I tightened the lock on the window and resumed my spot on the floor.

I reached over for the last wrapper that had fallen between the bed and the nightstand when my hand brushed against a rough material from underneath the bed. I immediately retreated my hand, surprised by the sudden sensation. I peered my head down underneath the bed and found a black duffle bag. It was unzipped, but I couldn’t exactly tell what the bag contained. I picked up the last wrapper, tossing it into the trash bag before pulling out the duffle bag. My curiosity getting the better of me. I noticed it was quite heavy as I tugged it from out underneath. It really wouldn’t budge. It was probably caught on one of the springs in the bed frame. I kept tugging at it when I came flying back, smacking my head into the bed opposite of me. The contents of the bag spilled out among the carpet and I was shocked to say the least.

Bands of money, guns, IDs,  and passports came spilling out onto the carpet. I quickly snapped out of it and tried my best to shove them back in the bag as quickly as possible. In much of a panic, I didn’t hear the door to the room open and the footsteps approaching until it was right behind me. “Ahmm.” A voice startled me. I whipped my head around and was met with a man glaring at me. He wore all black and had doe-like eyes. Although his stare looks like it could kill someone right now and I was that someone. “I…Um..” I stuttered, unaware of what to say. He looked me up and down taking in my appearance. “Stand up.” He growled, gripping my upper arms and sitting me on the bed. “Don’t try anything. Stay here till I get back.” He said, fishing his phone out of his pocket and walking out into the hallway.

“This is it.. I’m totally fucked now. I’m going to be fired for sure.” I mentally slapped myself in the face for being so stupid. I glanced occasionally between the bag and the door, the materials in the bag suddenly dawning on me. Why does he have all of this? Why are there guns?? Where did he get all of this money? If he has all this money why is he in some shitty motel? A million questions ran across my head, being abruptly cut off by the sound of the door opening. “I don’t know Taehyung. Just tell Namjoon. I’ll be there shortly.” He said frustrated, jamming his phone back into his pocket. “Look.. I’m really sorry, please don’t tell the manager. I can give you money or anything, just please. I can’t get fired right now.” I pleaded. After all you lived in a decent sized apartment. It was quite nice for the price you bought it at, but rent was a pain in the ass. Minji was super sweet and offered to pay your half of the rent occasionally, but you couldn’t let her do such a thing. On top of working to become a freelance writer for magazines, that also had it’s own set of pays and money required.

“I won’t tell the manager.” He agreed. I let out a breath of relief that was cut short as well as words left his mouth again. “But, you’re not off the hook.” He informed, moving over to sit in the desk chair diagonal to me. “See.. ah…” He paused, pointing at me, indicating he wanted my name. “Y/N.” I gulped. “See now Y/N. I can’t just let you easily walk out of this room. Not after what you’ve seen with those pretty eyes of yours.” He smirked, leaning forward resting his lower arms on his knees. “I don’t.. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” I fretted. “Promises don’t mean shit in my world honey. Actions do.” He smiled. He abruptly stood up and grabbed my arm again dragging me towards the door. “Now, we are going to walk out of this motel and you aren’t going to say shit. You try to run, scream, draw any attention to us…” He seethed lowering his face to mine. “You’re going to regret it. So so so soooo much.” He taunted.

He gripped the doorknob and ushered me out into the hallway. He intertwined his hands with mine and began walking towards the elevator. “I’m so fucked. What does he mean? What does he want? Where are we going?” My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took my free hand and pulled it out of my pocket. Shielding it from whoever this guy was. It was Minji.

From Minji: ~ Hey, everything alright? You said you would be home by 10. Just checkin up.

I glanced at the time and it was 10:20PM. I mentally cursed and slowed my pace. “What?” He said, stopping in his tracks. I tried to shield my phone from him but failed miserably. “Aish.. What do we have now?” He mocked me like a child. He snatched my phone and read over the text before typing a reply and pressing send. 

To Minji: ~ Yeah I’m fine! A friend invited me out and I think I’ll just crash at their place tonight :)

He shoved my phone in his pocket and grabbed my hand again, leaving me completely helpless.

(a/n: hi hello lol I just created this page because I’ve started to get back into writing and i’ve always wanted to create a bts fiction page and hopefully this doesn’t crash and burn lmao!! )

Teen Wolf 6x17

-Jethan being adorable is something that made my week 100 times better.
-Scott at the start of the episode I’M CRYING!!! No, really, I wanted to cry with him. He looked so… so broken.
-Deucalion YES
-Wow, Deucalion has some moves.
-Thiam, I’m blessed.
-Theo stopping Liam from killing Gabe at his way: “we’re gonna need to kill the witnesses too, we’re gonna need shovels, etc.”
-Liam actually stopping.
-Liam: “Why you keep trying to save me?”
-Scott’s code: Keep people alive.
-Gabe being the thrid wheel between Thiam.
-The sheriff trying to show Monroe that she shouldn’t trust Gerard but she doesn’t care (goddamit woman!).
-Lydia at the hospital showing her bare shoulder. Was that relevant?
-Sassy Peter at it again!!
-That scene at the sheriff’s station, god I love Papa Stilinski!!
“I never said Gerard wouldn’t beat me. I said he wouldn’t beat Scott.” YESS!!!
-Peter and Malia moment.
-Damn the eyeless bodies!!
-The feral pack dead, holy fuck
-Gabe: “I did it for you.”, “I’m trying to keep you alive.”
-Fuck, now I’m shipping Gabe and Nolan what the fuck? Nope, you can’t catch me gay thoughts.
-I mean, don’t tell me you didn’t get that vibe from them. Go on, I dare ya!!!
-Scalia and Thiam = powercouples
-Peter, ohmygod I love him so much.
-Malia: “Something in my head convinced you.” and then Scalia flashbacks.
-Did all of you heard Peter’s voice as he said “He’s going to get himself killed.”
-Holyfuck, character development.
-Peter: “Don’t fall in love with a dead man.” Malia: “Too late.” AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!
-Jethan’s entrance at the school!! The music, the slow-motion, but that entrance tho!!
-Fucking Monroe.
-Jackson: “Happy anniversary.”

Lost but Not Forgotten

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt/Summary: (couldn’t find the drabble request but it was something along these lines.) The reader and Spencer are both BAU agents who have been in a relationship for several years. while on a case the reader gets kidnapped. Spencer refuses to give up on the reader but with no leads and people constantly urging him to give up he reluctantly does. He moves on, until the reader is found and they fall in love again.

Trigger Warning: implied torture (never detailed), angst, cursing, not much else really.


Spencer’s POV

I stood in the BAU parking garage staring at (Y/N’s) car. The driver’s side door stood ajar, her phone on the ground and her purse and its contents sprawled across the floor. The team was a few feet away already trying to figure out what happened to her. However, I couldn’t function, she was gone and we have nothing to go on. I was drawn from my distant state by Hotch’s hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him trying to hold the tears in.

“We’ll find her Reid. we just have to treat this like any other case. Victimology, motive, we need to build a profile.” he said calmly.

I take a deep breath trying to compose myself. I nodded my head, looking back to her car.

“Yeah. yes. Let’s start with a profile.” I stated, already walking back to the building.

We’ll find you (Y/N), and I won’t stop until we do.

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Save Me Only To Kill Me Ch. 2

Jason Todd x Reader

Series Summary: Reader was Jason’s girlfriend before he died (she knew he was Robin), how does she react to finding out that he’s back in Gotham (a dick) and very much alive?

Chapter Summary: You just found out that Jason’s not only alive, but just saved, and also could’ve almost killed you (if it hadn’t been for Tim). Bruce has forbidden your search on Jason… but really, how’s he gonna stop you?

Warnings: Yelling, Threats, Anger, Grief, Going Behind People’s Backs, Reader Getting Ignored.

A/N: Flashbacks are in italics. Due to such popularity (I don’t think anything from me has gotten so many notes) and demand I’m writing a second chapter to this. I honestly love Jason (he’s my husband) so if you read this and want more, just let me know and honestly I probably wouldn’t mind writing another chapter for it! So… I hope you enjoy <3

Catch Up: Chapter One

“Jason’s alive?” My voice came out more hoarse, and definitely louder than I’d intended to, but it didn’t stop the trained vigilantes from hearing it and turning to look at me in surprise. 

“Y/N,” Bruce sighed, still donning his Batman suit, not having had time to take it off as everyone seemed to be in a rush when we’d gotten back from town… at least, it seemed as though everyone was in a rush, but then again maybe it was just because everything seemed to be moving in slow motion for me, which made everything that they did seem really frantic and rushed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! Where is he? Is he okay? What’s he been doing?! You told me he died, Bruce! y-you lied t-”

“I did NOT lie to you Y/N.” Bruce runs a hand down his face in frustration, “I didn’t know he was alive until a few weeks ago. I was waiting to tell anyone because I wanted to make sure it was him first. Truly him.” 

My surroundings seemed to slow down, but my brain seemed to speed up as if someone had turned it up to work one hundred times faster than it normally did. Questions raced through my brains, as well as thoughts and emotions and I felt my chest tighten and my breathing get heavier as I started to feel overwhelmed- at least, I think I’m overwhelmed I can’t tell, maybe it’s not- maybe it’s-

“Y/N?” I focus back in on what’s actually happening as Dick’s hand on my shoulder brings me out of my head.

“Yeah?” My brows turn down with worry as I try to stay in the moment, trying desperately to not remember the night of Jason’s death. 

“Look, Jason… he-”

“He’s not in a good place, Y/N… He-” Dick’s voice was surprisingly calm and gentle as his hand told me he was acting as if I was a fragile piece of art.

“What do you mean he’s not in a good place? Dick, what the hell is that supposed to-”

“It means that he’s been killing people and from the facts I’ve gathered he’s a drug lord, Y/N! I’m not letting you near him, I’m sorry. This isn’t the way I wanted you to find out…. but seeing from the events of tonight, I could be wrong” Bruce walked to his chair in front of the Batcomputer and sat down to think.

“What do you mean based off the events from tonight?” I shake Dick’s hand off me as he tries to keep me put, I walk over to Bruce. “Wait- no… how do you even know it’s Jason, Bruce?!” I hope that he gives me the answers I’m looking for or so help me I can’t promise things will end well tonight.

Bruce lets out a huff of irritation as I know he’s getting frustrated with all the questions. We all knew how much Jason’s death affected Bruce and even though Bruce would never get over it, and hated talking about it… so did we. “This is all the information I’ve gathered on him.” I lean my elbows on the desk and start to read the file, when I get to the bottom I reach for the mouse, tearing it from Bruce’s grip as I scroll down.

“Y/N, I… you can’t get involved. You have to swear to me you won’t go looking for him. I won’t have you getting hurt or butting in the way. We’re trying to gather information and you’re feelings will only get in the way.” I can tell Bruce is going to do something drastic before he even moves.

Bruce takes the mouse back and hastily clicks the file closed, shutting off the computer and pushing his chair back harshly to stand up. “I won’t let you get in the way Y/N. You need to leave, now.”

I look at him exasperated… incredulous… how does he expect me to not have questions when he’s just shown me that Jason- my Jason- is still out there, alive and kicking. Over course they claim he’s not my Jason anymore but I call bullshit… Like hell if he isn’t, I’ll determine that for myself!

“You can stay in the manor while you heal and then you’ll go back to your parents… I’m banning you from the Batcave, now go!” Bruce points at the elevator and turns so he doesn’t have to look me in the eyes.

“Bruce?! Are you serious right now! You can’t expect me to not ask q-”

“You heard what I said Y/N!” He re-points his finger at the elevator to emphasize what he said. I don’t think I’ve ever been scolded by this cold, harsh side of Bruce- ever… and honestly it hurts, it aches, and not just because I now know that the love of my life is alive but because I know how much this is affecting Bruce too. “GO!” He yells, turning to crush my soul with his raging eyes, so close to threatening tears that he’d never shed since he’d probably learned of Jason’s reappearance.

My feelings will get in the way, HUH? Yeah, well what about yours!” I yell back as I turn around and stomp off (as best as I could with the stitches in my thigh) to the elevator so I could finally go to my room and process everything that’d just happened.

Two days pass, that’s how long it takes me to heal. Sure, I’ll still need the stitches taken out in another week but I’m healed enough to go home and there’s no arguing with Bruce. There’s no arguing with anyone, really. The past two days have been silent… meals are together but no one really talks about anything that matters, when meals aren’t spent together I’m alone and searching the house and my brain for anything that can help me find answers. No one will talk to me, they’ve been given orders not to spill anything, even their missions which I know have only been small things lately. I’m ignored and alone until Damian and Tim and forced out of the cave and back upstairs due to it being a school night. 

I guess only the big boys get to handle the hard stuff… I know they’re talking about what to do with Jason and there’s nothing I can do about it. Will they kill him? Of course not! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever thought. There’s no way they’d kill Jason… but imprison him? That’s more likely.

My fingers tap my knee as I think. Would they just let him go? Mind their own ways? That’s not likely either considering what Bruce said.

I tried desperately to remember any sort of details Bruce or Dick had spilled that night in attempt to give me a lead. I have to find Jason… I have to see Jason.

“What’re you thinking about?” Damian lets out a huff of air as he closes his textbook, homework still inside marking his page. He twirls his mechanical pencil in his hand and his quirked eyebrow tells me he’s annoyed, but honestly when isn’t he? 

Damian and Tim didn’t know about Jason’s return and Bruce didn’t want them to, as they’d only ask questions and be more of a nuisance to his and Dick’s ‘information gathering’ just like I was. Of course I’d only gotten the message to not tell Damian or Tim about it the next day when I’d seen Dick making his way to breakfast. Of course I wouldn’t have told Damian or Tim anything anyways as it didn’t seem relevant for me to tell them about the return of someone who neither of them had met.

Tim of course knew about Jason, but had never actually met him, Damian didn’t even know of Jason… the most Damian could possibly know about Jason was simply having seen Jason’s Robin suit in the Batcave, but of course if Damian ever asked about it he’d only be met with anything but the answers he sought.

Mentioning Jason to Damian could either be a blessing or a curse… if I asked for his help to find not Jason, of course, but the RedHood then Damian would be all over me asking for details, eager to help me out. However, if I asked for Damian’s help to find the RedHood without Bruce’s knowledge and or asking that Damian go behind his father’s back- it’d end horribly. Bruce always finds out.

Though if things for once landed in my favor and didn’t turn south than that’d be a blessing and I’d be able to see Jason again.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone, not even Bruce…” I wait for his reply, reading his body language from my peripheral to seem more lost in thought. If I faced Damian head on then I could come on too strong and he’d back out and say that he knew he shouldn’t keep anything from his father.

“What do I look like, a liar? Please, Y/L/N, I’m not some dirty, untrustworthy lunatic…” This answer wasn’t a yes or no… Everyone knew that Dick could easily lie if need be or that really anyone who’d been under Bruce’s care could get away with lying- the only downside was everyone in the family knew when we lied.

“I won’t tell, I promise. Now, what’s wrong you so much you won’t stop with that incessant noise?” Damian gestures to my fingers which now lay on my leg, not tapping incessantly as prior, which Damian had been referring.

“Look, okay. I found out that one of my life-long best friends… he’s alive Damian…. but the problem is I think he’s getting into trouble. Like big trouble, and I need to help him get out of it. I need to talk with him but I don’t know how to find him, and I’m so worried.” Playing up the pity role didn’t work on Damian most of the time…. but when it came to the people he cared for, he would definitely fix any problem that stood in the way.

“What if he dies, Damian? I- I can’t let that happen!” And for being a girl- something which Damian and Tim being so young, didn’t help when all they knew was that girls could be dramatic some times, which meant that this was supposedly ‘normal’.

“Oh… well, I doubt it’s that much of trouble Y/N, I mean… people get into nasty situations all the time, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Damian spoke confidently and as if his response was automatic. He’ll be fine.

“No- Damian- I don’t think you understand. He’s… he’s being targeted by Black Mask.” Damian perked up immediately and dropped his mechanical pencil on his lap.

“Black Mask?!” Damian shoved his schoolwork off his lap and stood up, getting off the couch, “we need to inform father right away if it is that dire.” I quickly got up and wrapped my hand around Damian’s wrist.

“We can’t!” I panicked. This is exactly what I didn’t want and it was stupid of me to even mention one of Batman’s most notorious rivals. 

Damian turned around and looked not only incredulous, but super confused. “Why not?” he placed his free hand on his hip. I tried so hard not to laugh at how cute he was as he looked so sassy.

“Damian,” I dragged out, almost whining and scolding him at the same time, “Look. Bruce is focused on catching this RedHood guy, right? Bruce doesn’t need to be focused on Black Mask right now! Black Mask hasn’t really been doing anything lately, anyways… BUT- we could catch Black Mask on our own! I mean… unless you don’t think you can.” I mumbled the last part, knowing full well it was loud enough for Damian to hear, yet low enough he’d think I didn’t want him to hear it.

“Of course I can get him myself! What do you think I am? An amateur?” Damian stuck his tongue out and furrowed his brows in disgust.

“I didn’t say that,” I shrugged my shoulders, “I’m just saying, Bruce would probably let you go out more if you proved you could handle stuff on your own and not always with him. I mean, aren’t you a trained assassin or something? A Ninja? If a ninja can’t take out Black Mask-” 

“FINE!” Damian’s chest grew with air as he took a deep breath and let it out in a big huff, making him seem even more childish- which I found to be quite cute.

“Look… Damian I’m not asking for you to take out Black Mask. I just need your help to find my friend, okay? He’s changed his name and address and just, everything. So I have almost no idea where to start looking and I need your help. But we need to do this during the daytime.”

“Why in the daytime?”

“Because if we go at night then Bruce will get suspicious of our whereabouts and also, then my friend will be expecting us.” Damian seemed to approve as he nodded.

“Let me get my stuff and we’ll talk over plans for tomorrow!”  

Anger - Tom Wilson (smut)

A/N: Sooooo, this is my first smut ever, so don’t kill me if it isn’t good. I don’t know why I chose Tommy, but he was the first one to come to my mind when I thought about writing a smut imagine.

Word count: 2355

Warnings: VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. Above the cut you are safe. Mentions of alcohol. Fighting. Swearing.

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall and sigh, unlocking my phone to check if he has texted me and I haven’t seen it. No, he hasn’t. He should’ve got here an hour and a half ago and I’m worried, what if something has happened to him? I’m not the controlling type of girlfriend, but I decide to text him and check if everything is ok.

“Hey, you ok?” The moment I send it I feel rather stupid.

Hey doll. Yeah Im fine, y?” He texts back and I let out the air I didn’t realize I was holding.

You should’ve been here by now” I tell him, knowing that I look like an obsessive girl and he is probably laughing about it.

Im at Burra’s” And I don’t answer back.

Any other day I’d have been ok with him spending time with his friends, but not today. Today is our anniversary and he has forgotten. I’ve spent days preparing our Anniversary dinner and his present, and he has forgotten all about it. I look at down at my body, feeling quite embarrassed since I’m only wearing a set of lingerie I’ve bought for tonight and high heels, what was I thinking? My eyes keep traveling through the kitchen; the table is set and the candles burning, the lasagna is untouched and the wine on ice. I’m so fucking stupid. I walk towards the table and blow off the candles while grabbing the bottle of wine and taking a long ship from it.

We haven’t been fine for a while. Actually, I haven’t been fine for a while. The day he asked me to move in with him I almost bursted out of happiness, but moving to Washington has been the beginning of everything going south. I’m not saying he doesn’t love me, I’m sure he does, but we don’t really spend much time together. I knew what he does for living when we started dating, I knew he was going to be busy and travel a lot, but I was expecting a little more time for just us, not us and the guys. Right now I just want to drink my feelings away and so I do, drinking the whole bottle of wine.

“You know what, Tom?” I say, holding the empty bottle in my hand and walking to the kitchen “Fuck you. Fuck your I love yous. Fuck your excuses. Fuck your guys nights. Fuck your move in with me” and I hit the kitchen counter with the bottle, breaking it into a million pieces.

I’m out of control at this point, throwing around the glasses and plates from the table, grabbing framed pictures of us and breaking them, the cushions from the couch flying everywhere, his xbox controllers are now going for a swim in the jug of water… and when I’ve trashed the place I realize that doing it hasn’t made me feel any better and my arms and legs are covered in bruises and cuts from the pieces of glass. I need to calm down so I grab my coat from the entry closet and walk out, going for a walk in the middle of the night, drunk and wearing a set of lingerie, stockings, heels and my coat; probably not the smartest idea I’ve had. It is cold outside and that cools my anger down considerably, I now regret trashing his house. I walk for what it seems hours and I’m frozen and my feet ache when I get back to the building, the doorman nodding at me and I give him a shy smile, I probably look like a mess.

When I walk in the pent house Tom is standing in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips and radiating anger.

“What the actual fuck, (y/n)?” he yells and I flinch a little before my own anger makes me brave.

“What, Tom? WHAT?” I answer back, my voice as loud as his.

“When have you become such a needy bitch, huh?” He asks. Ouch, that stings.

“Me? Needy?” I laugh at him “When have I ever been needy? How many times I have stayed here alone while you went out with your friends? How many times have you stood me up and I haven’t even said a thing?”


“SO NOW IT IS YOUR PLACE? SO MUCH FOR PLEASE COME LIVE WITH ME” I scream and I know we are gonna be in trouble with the neighbors “YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME THAT I WAS YOUR FUCKING GUEST”


“BECAUSE YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN OUR FUCKING ANNIVERSARY, YOU ASSHOLE” and I break down, tears streaming down my face and onto my coat.

I look up and his red with anger face is now milky white, his brain running through his calendar. Hit and sunk, Wilson, hit and sunk. His eyes soften and I can see the guilt on his face, looking around and connecting the dots together, the wine, the food on the floor, the glasses, the candles…

“(y/n)… I’m…” I cut him before he can finish the sentence.

“Don’t say you are sorry, please” I whisper and I kick out my heels on an attempt of being more stable since my knees feel like they are going to give in at any second.

“Don’t do that” Tom says, pretty much running to me and holding me so my feet don’t touch the floor “there are pieces of glass everywhere…” and I bury my face on his neck as he walks upstairs to our bedroom.

When he walks in and stops death on his tracks I remember that I had left strawberries and champagne in the room for what was supposed to be a romantic night.

“God, I’m an idiot” he murmurs to himself but I hear him.

“That you are” I agree and he moves me in his arms so now I have to look at him. I want to hide my face but he doesn’t let me.

“I mean it, (y/n). I am so sorry” he tells me and I believe him, but it’s gonna take a little more than that for me to forgive him. “I took you from granted and I haven’t realized how lucky I am for having you until tonight. I love you, I really do”

His words melt my anger and I just nod, kissing him on the cheek while he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.

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you got the features of all the selfless people i’ve known and seen
the shadows under your eyes and the reds besides your irises
and the absolute peaceful smile
gracing your lips despite the wrinkles on your forehead

and it’s not fucking fair you’re wearing yourself thin
for people who glean, glean, glean and don’t hold back
till your skin’s lost its sheen
and your shadow’s bigger than all of them

and you still smile and say it’s okay
as if you’re not killing yourself with everything you’re doing
(and are you still considered selfless
when you don’t see me sick with worry?)

and it’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair
(but does my voice reach you at all?
where i’m almost begging for your health
but you shake your head and grin
and put on this air of ignorance)

and i’d attempt to move the earth for you
(and i’m not jealous
i’m not jealous
i’m not jealous)
but you’re too busy trying to move the earth for others
to notice.

—  is altruism such an honourable practice, after all? | wt.