what you sick people come here for

THE SIGNS AS LORDE LYRICS

Aries:  We gladiate but I guess we’re really fighting ourselves. Roughing up our minds so we’re ready when the kill time comes. Wide awake in bed, words in my brain, “Secretly you love this do you even wanna go free?” - “Glory And Gore”

Taurus:  We’re never done with killing time. Can I kill it with you, ‘til the veins run red and blue? We come around here all the time, got a lot to not do. Let me kill it with you. - “400 Lux”

Gemini:  Baby be the class clown, I’ll be the beauty queen in tears. It’s a new art form showing people how little we care. We’re so happy, even when we’re smiling out of fear. - “Tennis Court”

Cancer:  My mother’s love is choking me. I’m sick of words that hang above my head. What about the kid? It’s time the kid got free. - “The Love Club”

Leo:  There’s nothing I want but money and time, million dollar bills and a tick tick tick tick. There’s nothing more cruel than only nine lives, a limit in spite will do the trick trick trick trick. - “Million Dollar Bills”

Virgo:  Cola with the burnt-out taste. I’m the one you tell your fears to.
There’ll never be enough of us.
- “Buzzcut Season”

Libra:  Dancing around the lies we tell. Dancing around big eyes as well.
Even the comatose, they don’t dance and tell.
- “Team”

Scorpio:  This dream isn’t feeling sweet, we’re reeling through the midnight streets. And I’ve never felt more alone. It feels so scary getting old. - “Ribs”

Sagittarius:  Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk, making smart with their words again, well I’m bored. Because I’m doing this for the thrill of it, killing it, never not chasing a million things I want. - “Tennis Court”

Capricorn:  All work and no play, let me count the bruises. All business all day, keeps me up a level. All work and no play, lonely on the new shit, yeah. - “Still Sane”

Aquarius:  Raise a glass, ‘cause I’m not done saying it. They all wanna get rough, get away with it. Let 'em talk 'cause we’re dancing in this world alone, world alone, we’re all alone. - “A World Alone”

Pisces:  You’re the only friend I need, sharing beds like little kids. And laughing 'til our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough. - “Ribs”

STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

episode 001-004.

  • ‘something’s coming. something hungry for blood.’
  • ‘wait a minute. did you hear that?’
  • ‘we’re in deep shit!’
  • ‘don’t be a pussy!’
  • ‘just twenty more minutes!’
  • 'yeah, she’s turning into a real jerk.’
  • ‘the cause of the power outage is still unknown.’
  • ‘he came home last night, right?’
  • ‘that’s disgusting.’
  • ‘do it, freak!’
  • ‘it’s like you have superpowers or something.’
  • ‘we just made out a couple times.’
  • ‘i’ll climb through your window. she won’t even know i’m there.’
  • ‘mornings are for coffee and contemplation.’
  • ‘he’s not like that. he wouldn’t do that.’
  • ‘the entire east wing will be evacuated within the hour.’
  • ‘she can’t have gone far.’
  • ‘you think you can steal from me, boy?!’
  • ‘this isn’t some lord of the rings book.’
  • ‘do i make myself clear?’
  • ‘is that why you ran away?’
  • ‘you gotta answer a few of my questions first.’
  • ‘all i know is that she’s scared to death.’
  • ‘you think we got a problem here?’
  • ‘we should be helping look for him.’
  • ‘i always had a distaste for science.’
  • ‘i always figured there was enough going on down here, i never needed to look elsewhere.’
  • ‘this is crazy.’
  • ‘smile looks good on you.’
  • ‘we’re not going back.’
  • ‘i know i haven’t been there for you.’
  • ‘i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.’
  • ‘i should’ve been there for him.’
  • ‘this was not your fault.’
  • ‘do you guys hear that?’
  • ‘is that blood?’
  • ‘you’re freaking her out!’
  • ‘this is mental.’
  • ‘she’s probably a psycho.’
  • ‘and tomorrow night, we go back out.’
  • ‘hey, um… i never asked your name.’
  • ‘i can’t eat.’
  • ‘you can’t get like this, okay?’
  • ‘we’ve been waiting six hours.’
  • ‘we’ve been searching all night.’
  • ‘he was scared.’
  • ‘if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. he’ll hide.’
  • ‘he’s good at hiding.’
  • ‘cops are good at finding.’
  • ‘you’re in trouble, aren’t you?’
  • ‘they want to hurt you? the bad people?’
  • ‘just stay here, okay? stay here.’
  • ‘what do you say? are you in or out?’
  • ‘oh god… that’s depressing.’
  • ‘i just wanted to say, you know, um… i’m sorry about everything. everyone’s thinking about you.’
  • ‘he’s a smart kid.’
  • ‘all that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters.’
  • ‘pretty.’
  • ‘just trust me, okay?’
  • ‘i’m so sick of your excuses.’
  • ‘he’s not coming, is he?’
  • ‘you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.’
  • ‘i don’t know where my boy is. he’s gone.’
  • ‘did you see him? last night? on the road?’
  • ‘i’m not mad at you.’
  • ‘is everything okay?’
  • ‘promise.’
  • ‘i need you alive for the next few days, at least.’
  • ‘missing kid, suicide… you must feel like a big city cop again, huh?’
  • ‘are you out of your mind?!’
  • ‘i think she knows what happened to him.’
  • ‘do you know where he is?!’
  • ‘stop it! you’re scaring her!’
  • ‘that boy was never very good at taking care of himself.’
  • ‘why am i just hearing about this?’
  • ‘it’d be super weird if i’m not there…’
  • ‘it’s just a loud noise. it’s okay.’
  • ‘they won’t tell anyone about you. they promise.’
  • ‘we wouldn’t have upset you if we knew you had superpowers.’
  • ‘what is “friend”?’
  • ‘you promised that you’d go.’
  • ‘we’re gonna have a great time.’
  • ‘he just wants to get into your pants…’
  • ‘make sure i don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.’
  • ‘you ever feel cursed?’
  • ‘hey, come back inside.’
  • ‘you are a cliché, you do realise that?’
  • ‘yeah, she’s smart, you douche!’
  • ‘you’re bleeding.’
  • ‘just go ahead and go home, okay?’
  • ‘jesus, you scared me!’
  • ‘i didn’t think it’d be a big deal.’
  • ‘you can talk to me.’
  • ‘nothing happened.’
  • ‘you need to stop this, okay?’
  • ‘people are looking for him and they’re going to find him.’
  • ‘can you just try and get some sleep? can you do that for me?’
  • ‘you seriously think that the weirdo knows where he is?’
  • ‘if there is something out there, i’m gonna shoot it in the eye - and blind it.’
  • ‘use your powers, okay?’
  • ‘if you get hungry, eat his snacks, okay?’
  • ‘i know the kid’s not in there, but i gotta check off this box.’
  • ‘no one breaks in here. certainly not some kid.’
  • ‘who’s in charge here?’
  • ‘science doesn’t make any damn sense to me.’
  • ‘i seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.’
  • ‘he’s in danger.’
  • ‘he’s dead.’
  • ‘i’m a dick.’
  • ‘he must really have something to hide.’
  • ‘yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.’
  • ‘this is called stalking.’
  • ‘that’s the thing about perverts. it’s hard-wired into them. you know, they just can’t help themselves.’
  • ‘maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho.’
  • 'why did they hurt you?’
  • ‘friends tell the truth.’
  • ‘i understand.’
  • ‘tell me what to do.’
  • ‘i think something happened. something terrible.’
  • ‘this is CIA-sanctioned research.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that there’s some grand conspiracy. i’m just saying maybe something happened.’
  • ‘maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn’t have.’
  • ‘hiding.’
  • ‘don’t waste your time with her.’
  • ‘we are not calling the cops!’
  • ‘please tell me it’s not the kid.’
  • ‘you were supposed to help us find him alive.’
  • ‘why did you lie to us?’
  • ‘what is wrong with you?’
  • ‘whoever you found is not my boy.’
  • he was hiding from that thing.’
  • ‘you’ve gotta stop this…’
  • ‘you’re talking about grief.’
  • ‘i swear to you, i know what i saw. and i’m not crazy.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that you’re crazy.’
  • ‘i need you to believe me.’
  • ‘i want you to try and get some sleep, if you can.’
  • ‘can you please stop that?’
  • ‘i thought we were friends, you know? but friends tell each other the truth.’
  • ‘you hurt me.’
  • ‘are you sure you’re gonna be alright here by yourself?’
  • ‘screw his funeral!’
  • ‘yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me? that’s crazy.’
  • ‘i don’t know… i was scared.’
  • ‘my parents are gonna murder me!’
  • ‘this is not an okay time for you to shut down.’
  • ‘maybe he’s haunting us.’
  • ‘he’s out there somewhere. all we have to do is find him.’
  • ‘you look pretty good.’
  • ‘we just talked.’
  • ‘the troopers are on duty and you should be safe because we think this is just an isolated incident.’
  • ‘remember, if anyone sees us, look sad.’
  • ‘do you think you can open it?’
  • ‘abort.’
  • ‘she’s missing and something terrible happened to her. i know it! and no one is listening to me!’
  • ‘just leave me alone!’
  • ‘pull me out! pull me out!’
  • ‘what? who is interested in this? this is so stupid.’
  • ‘mouth-breather.’
  • ‘i think that’s a real messed up thing to do.’
  • ‘grief shows itself in funny ways.’
  • ‘i shouldn’t have come here today.’
  • ‘she’s smart. she’s real smart.’
  • so why are you lying to me, man?’
  • ‘what’s your problem, bud?’
  • ‘stick your nose someplace else.’
  • ‘thanks for ruining the game, dick.’
  • ‘you’re gonna get us both killed!’
  • ‘she’ll find him.’
  • ‘i need you to find him.’
  • ‘hurt him?’
  • ‘i i guess i’d rather observe people than, you know…’
  • ‘jesus, the hell happened?’
Ten Years (Part 12)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,065 (I AM OUT OF MY MIND)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: Tags are closed. This is the second to last part. I came THISCLOSE to having another cliffhanger, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to drag it out just to torture you. PS - IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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Surprise (1/?)

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff( tiny, tiny bit for now).

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader( No permanent pairing yet!)
* Bold is readers thoughts,  &  italics are memories. *


                                                       Chaper One
    The sound of constant beeping fills your ears . You finally open your eyes to take in your surroundings ;You see the clean white walls, the heart monitors next to you, and the IV pole that seems to be attached to you. Where the hell am I . How the fuck am I alive ? You think back to the last thing you remember . 


    You were standing besides Bucky , fighting off hydra agents. You two banter back and forth , about how this is out of you range. How you belong behind a desk back at the tower. He wasn’t wrong, up until 5 minutes ago you were just a lab tech/hacker  for the team, you were shy and kept to yourself mostly . You were good with computers, so they asked you for help on this mission to hack into a Hydra base’s security feed. One thing led to another, and the team ended up being  severely outnumbered. You grabbed a spare weapon out of the jet you  were hiding on , then made your way out to help Barnes. Everything went fine, until Steve came to you guys. You always had feelings for Steve Rogers, but your relationship was horribly platonic. You never bothered to act on your feelings, the fear of rejection stopping you every time.  Steve was leading you back to the jet, when you had an eerie feeling of being watched. You turned around spotting an agent on a low roof, his gun aiming right at Steve. Before you comprehend what you’re doing, you throw yourself in front of Steve, yelling out a warning. The agent made his move, releasing numerous shots but missing his main target. You feel intense pain  tingle through you, you look down , seeing several bullet holes through your abdomen.  You hit the ground next to Steve with a thud. Your hands fly to your wounds , you feel your blood coating them as you try to apply pressure. Steve is immediately at your side along with Bucky. Their words are barely registering in your head, you can feel the blood loss taking its toll . Steve has you cradled in his lap , hugging you to him asking you to hold on .

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You slowly lift your hand to cup his cheek, pulling his eyes to yours. “  I’d do it over again if I had to Steve. I -” he cuts you off.

“  Y/n, don’t you’re going to make it, the medical team is -”

“  I’m not going to make it , & that’s okay “ Your speech is slurring and your vision is fading to black . “ It’s okay because I Love You.” The blackness completely takes over your vision.



So how the hell am I alive? Please tell me Hydra didn’t frankenstein my body . Oh God i’m going to be sick . What if -

     Your thought are cut off by who you assume to be your doctor walking in , with a shield logo on his scrubs.

      “ You’re awake ! That’s great Miss Y/n, I thought it would take at least another month or two. You really are a fighter. “ he chuckles while scribbling something on a clipboard.

 “ Who the hell are you , and where the hell am I. How am I alive, this isn’t plausible -” 

 “ Miss , someone is coming to explain everything to you shortly now that you are awake. What I can tell you is that your are safe, in a SHIELD medical house that treats people with similar situations as yours.”  Similar situations? People that are suppose to be dead?

“ You mean people that died on duty ? What the hell kind of place -” You’re cut off by a new ,familiar voice. Son of a Bitch .

“ Stand down Miss Y/n , the doctor only did as he was ordered.

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“ Fury, you son of a bitch.” Anger boils in your body .

“ I dont think the Captain would like to hear such language coming out of a ladies mouth Y/n .” 

“ You sick son of a bitch , who the hell are you to play God ! I was dead, I shouldn’t be here . What the hell did you do to me ?!” You shout at him .

  “ Calm down Y/n, it was the same procedure we applied to other agents that ‘died’ . You just happen to wake up a hell of a lot sooner, seems your body wasn’t as willing to die as you were.”

 “ That’s not a good enough explanation Nick . This is going against Nature, i want -“

 " You cant just say thank you, can you? ” he sighs before adding ,“ You received the same procedure Coulson had.” he confesses.  Anger starts radiating through you , you were part of the research team on that procedure, T.A.H.I.T.I . It was barely out of the experimental phase the last time you saw it .     

 “  You didnt have permission to do this Nick, what if I didnt want this , huh? You unwillingly brought me back , with a program that was still considered experimental!  For all you know I could have been in fucking Heaven !” You growl . You rip out your IV , and try to stand. As soon as one of your feet hits the ground, you know you’re not stable enough.      

“ T.A.H.I.T.I  is safer than it was when you decided to leave the project. It’s not 100% fixed, but its a hell of a lot better than being dead. We had permission from your emergency contact , no one was ready to let you go yet .” He gives you a hard look . Your emergency contact was your bestfriend, Giana, she moved to New York a year after you did . You’ve been bestfriends almost your entire life, she ended up moving in with you when she came to New York .

 “ Oh my God,” She didnt even cross your mind since you’ve been awake.   

  “ She’s being called down here now. You’ve been out for a few months Y/n , Giana had to sign a confidentiality agreement, but she gave us the right to revive you .” Tears are freely flowing from your eyes, How could I not think of her . What the hell is wrong with me. Then the team crosses your mind, specifically Steve. Sure you got along with the entire team , but you spent more time with Steve, Bucky and Sam . 

 "Does the team know?” barely a whisper slides through your lips.

Fury nods his head no , “ There is time and place to tell them ,and it isn’t now. Giana should be here soon, and there’s a someone else you should meet after you speak with her. Be grateful Y/n, not everyone is given this second chance.” You almost wish that he’d say you weren’t allowed to tell them . Well , this is going to be one hell of an awkward reunion.

    He goes to leave, but you stop him .“ Why me, Nick? I’m not a superhero with powers, or even a real agent. I’m a lab technician, and barely that . I was an intern Stark took a lucky chance on .” It really doesn’t make sense to you , you weren’t anything special, just a regular girl.

 “ You fit all the criteria, and according to Stark , you are one hell of a lab tech . Maybe now you can be something more. T.A.H.I.T.I only exists in SHIELD because of the risks, you are required to stay with us for the time being. You’re a liability until we perform the remaining tests to check your stability. When you are in full health , you will be assessed& trained as what is deemed fit, whether it’s a field agent, or lab tech . Things are about to change, hopefully for the better.”

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    It was almost 2 hours before Giana shows up , you spent the time in between thinking through things .What did they tell my family about what happened to me? This is so fucking unnatural. Fucking SHIELD.

 The door flings open, revealing  a distraught Giana . Her eyes are red and still leaking tears. You don’t hold in yours, letting them stream down your face as you lock eyes with your bestfriend.

    “ Hey Gi.” You whisper, before you know it , shes bolting towards  you on the hospital bed. You wrap your arms around each other , just crying . Tears are still dripping from both of you , but the loud sobs quieted down.

She breaks the silence ,“ What the hell were you thinking ?”

Oh God, here comes the yelling. Her voice is laced with anger, confusion, & sadness. She pulls her head out of your neck to connect her eyes to yours.

     “ I wasn’t thinking, I just -”

“ OBVIOUSLY YOU WEREN’T FUCKING THINKING..” she yelled. You wince at the tone, and the fact that she’s right next to you , but yelling like you’re across a parking lot. A sob comes out of her and she buries herself in your neck again.

    “ You left me Y/n, you were gone. You left me alone, and I didnt know what to fucking do . “ Her voice is soft, what she says brings you back to tears. You embrace her tighter, laying your head on hers.

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    “ I’m so sorry , im so so so sorry . I can’t imagine what you went through. I didnt think ,i just automatically pushed Steve out of the way . I just , I dont know .” You feel her nod before she speaks up,

     “ You know, you told him you love him”

“ Thanks for reminding me ,dick .” You both let out a laugh , not breaking your embrace.   The rest of her visit consists of her telling your what’s been happening the past few months. You’ve spent 90% of your life together so far, the thought of being apart breaks you. Your heart breaks as she tells you how it was while she was alone. In your mind, you find your relationship with Giana to be as indestructible as Steve and Bucks.   She tells you that your parents were informed them that  you were sent on a trip to Europe, to take care of some business over there last minute. You didn’t even want to know what they were going to say if T.A.H.I.T.I ended up not working. You push the thought out of your mind. When she leaves, it’s a painful goodbye. You reassure her that you’ll be right here when she comes back for another visit. When the door shuts behind her , you sink back down into the bed .You sigh, feeling exhaustion over take you . You let your eyes flutter shut, pulling you into a deep sleep.   


   When you wake up, you see it’s still dark outside . The light from the tv was illuminating the room, making you squint your eyes. Weird , I didnt turn it on who di-

You’re cut off by a blur of blue ,followed by gust of wind entering your room. Your eyes widen , and look to the chair next to your bed. Your mouth drops open in disbelief .NO FUCKING WAY . 

   Your eyes land on a guy about your age, with platinum blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. You recognize him immediately from the pictures in Wanda’s room .

 He sends you a smirk before speaking, “ Well good morning sleeping beauty , i’m Pie-”

 “ Pietro Maximoff ?” It comes out as a question, mainly because you can’t believe your eyes. Wanda’s clearly not dead brother was sitting in front you, with a sly grin on his face.

Well , Fury is just full of fucking surprises.

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Wanting to put this all out there.

I honestly get what Emmerdale was trying to do with this Robert and Aaron story. The execution may have been sloppy or misdirected at times but the general idea was to break Robert and Aaron individually, to make them become the worst versions of themselves in order to confront their issues and then take responsibility for it and move forward. 

It began with SSW where all of these issues that had been bubbling under the surface since they got back together came boiling over with the arrival of Rebecca (I will address her later). 

Short version: Robert has sexuality issues and Aaron self-worth issues. 

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@ the Europeans are racist because they don’t use the word “race”: guys the first times I’ve heard American people say race I was shocked, it’s not that we decided not to use that word a month ago or something. We haven’t said that since fascism. I grew up knowing that if someone said it that was a red flag, almost everyone in my generation did. So when I see y'all muricans talking about how “we are different races” and “you saying we are only one race is racist” I still fucking feel sick. I understand that it works for you in the USA but I still don’t feel comfortable using it, if I hear that word what comes to my mind is nazifascism and that’s because it’s what it’s associated with here. So if you want to use it talking about YOUR country or YOUR continent fine, do it, but don’t you fucking dare call me or other Italian people racist because we refuse to use a word that in our country is associated with fascism.
(@ mutuals and other people that had to answer Americans about this: I’m sorry, y'all are great)

Nicely Done

My sister from across the Pond is sick, so I wrote her a sickfic. Feel better @mrsmcrieff love you bunches! This is pure fuff with one naughty word. Big thanks to @mizjoely for her extraordinary beta skills! Enjoy ~Lil~


Molly woke up with the driest mouth in history and Sherlock’s voice echoing in her pounding head. I must be dreaming…

“You’re not dreaming, Molly. Now that you’re awake, I need you to get dressed and come with me,” he said, sounding more than a little annoyed.

Noooo,” she grumbled, rolling away from the man who had invaded her home to wake her in the middle of the night. “I can’t breathe!” It felt like her sinuses were currently occupied by a small family of angry badgers.

“Of course you can breathe, don’t be melodramatic. I will carry you if necessary!”

“I’m sick, Sherlock! Have you no heart?” she whined as he tugged away her covers and a blast of cool air hit her overheated body.

He chuckled and started pulling up her by the arms. “You know for a fact that I don’t. Get up! You may be a little sick, Molly, but Mrs. Buffy Bracegirdle is quite dead and I’m one lab test away from solving her murder.”

She sat up on the edge of her bed, her head spinning and said, “You made that name up.”

“I did not. We need to pull the autopsy report and when we do, you’ll see that she was aptly named. I imagine she was very well acquainted with all sorts ‘slimming garments’. Not unlike my brother.” He helped her to her feet then, with one arm around her waist and the other on her forearm, guided her to the bathroom. “If you’d been working like a good little pathologist rather than taking the day off, I would have it solved by now.” With a wave of his hand he added, “Now, make yourself presentable.”

Ten minutes later Molly had cleaned her teeth, washed her face and brushed her ratty hair. She walked into her kitchen in search of food to find Sherlock going through her laptop. “I just changed the password, Sherlock!” she moaned as she poured herself a glass of juice. After taking a drink, she immediately spit it into the sink. “Blah! Toothpaste and orange juice!” Giving up on the prospect of food, she turned back to the consulting annoyance sitting at her kitchen island. “Just let me change and I’ll be ready.”

He jumped up, forgetting his computer hacking for the moment, and grabbed Molly by the arm. “You look fine. Let’s go.” Then he dragged her toward the front door.

“I’m in my jammies, you idiot!” she said, jerking out of his hold.

“It’s the middle of the night, Molly. No one will see you. Now come on, we’ve wasted enough time with all your primping and juice spitting.”

No one would see her? Of course not, no one except the dishy security guard, Fernando. Every time she saw him, she thought of Lady Gaga. Great, now my splitting, mucus-filled head has a song stuck in it. Walking into the lab in her fuzzy pink panda pajamas (feeling very lucky that he’d let her put on shoes), she immediately pulled the report he needed,confirming that deceased was indeed named  ‘Buffy Bracegirdle’. Poor woman. “Now what do you need me to do?” she asked.

“Just sit and try not to contaminate anything,” he said as he took the report from her.  

He only needed her clearance for this one, thank God! If she had to look into a microscope she thought she might be sick…er. Sitting down in the darkest part of the lab, she leant against the cool wall. I wish I’d taken something before I left, she thought as she watched him fluttering around from one station to another. A cold chill shuddered through her body, followed by a coughing fit. Sherlock didn’t seem to notice, he was in the zone. She closed her eyes and decided to try to get some sleep. She was out within a matter of minutes.

Some time later she woke up coughing again, her throat rough and sore. “I’m going to make some tea, Sherlock,” she said as she passed him. “You want anything?”

“Coffee,” he replied without looking away from his notes. “Black, two sugars.”

She smiled and shook her head.

It took her fifteen harrowing minutes to make the beverages. Twice she had to sit down because she felt dizzy and lightheaded, but she finally made it back into the lab, cups in hand. “Here you go.” She sat the coffee next to his notebook and wandered back to her spot. He didn’t seem to have noticed. He was alternating between messing with the microscope and his mobile. Molly drank about half of her tea, enjoying how the warm beverage felt on her throat but, unfortunately, her fever seemed to get even worse.


Once the tests confirmed his deductions, Sherlock messaged Lestrade and called out for Molly. She didn’t answer. He looked around the lab and finally found her propped up in the corner, asleep. As he got closer he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Damn, she really is sick, he thought as he put his hand on her forehead. “Molly…”

She opened her eyes a fraction.

“You’re hot.”

“I’ve always wanted to hear you say that,” she said with a half smile.

“And loopy. Let’s get you home.” He helped her up and walked her to the door.

“What about Miss Pantygirdle? Isshe still dead?” she slurred.

“Yes, her younger sister laced her insulin with poison, just as I thought,” he explained as they walked toward the lift.

“That’s not very nice.”

“Murderers aren’t generally nice, Molly.”

“Jim was nice,” she said dreamily.

Sherlock stopped walking so abruptly that she almost fell forward. “What?” he asked, as he steadied her. “Moriarty was…”

“Mmhmm… I was crying about something once… what was is? My dad?” She looked at him as if he might know, then shook her head. “No, it wasn’t that. I think maybe I got hurt or something…” She trailed off, looking confused. “Anyway, doesn’t matter, he made me hot cocoa with little marshmallows. He even watched telly with me. Course he was only nice when he needed to be.” She shrugged and giggled, then her eyes went wide. “I feel funny,” she said just before passing out.

Sherlock caught her easily and picked her up, carrying her to the lift. As he pressed the button for the ground floor, never took his eyes off of the woman in his arms.

He felt like the world’s biggest arse.


Molly woke up once again parched, though her head felt better and her fever seemed to be lower. Looking around her room, she noticed that something was very much wrong. How the fuck did I end up in Sherlock’s bed? Sitting up, she realised that her jammies had been exchanged for an oversized tee shirt. Bloody hell! Then she heard voices.

“…left a hospital! A place where they heal sick people, by the way, and brought Molly to your flat, to your bed? Have you lost your mind?”

Why is John here? she wondered, looking around the room for her clothes.

“She’s got a cold, John, not a severed limb,” she heard Sherlock reply.

“She passed out, Sherlock! You had to carry her to the cab AND into your flat! The fact that no one stopped you either says something about society or what people have come to expect from you. I find both possibilities disturbing.”

“You would,” the detective responded with a loud snort.

“According to you, she didn’t even wake up when you changed her clothes. Which we need to talk about later, by the way.”

“Why?” Sherlock sounded confused even through the closed door.

Why? Because you don’t undress unconscious women, you awkward fuck!” John shouted.

Okay, that was enough! Molly looked around until she found a dressing gown (her clothes were nowhere in sight). After rolling up the sleeves, she opened the door and walked down the hall. The feuding friends were in the kitchen. John looked guilty; Sherlock looked smug.

“Where are my clothes, Sherlock?” she asked calmly.

“Mrs. Hudson’s washing them. They were soaked with perspiration.”

“Just say sweat, you pretentious git!” John said as he stood. He walked to Molly and put the back of his hand against her forehead. “I don’t think you still have a fever, but let me double check.” He turned  to Sherlock and said, “You’re an idiot,” as he left.

“What happened?” Molly asked as she sat down.

“You passed out. I brought you here and took care of you. What do you remember?”

“The lab. A girdle… I think and something about insulin? Was my blood sugar low?”

“No, though I imagine you should try to eat something. The insulin was to do with the case.” He paused and looked her over. “You were just dehydrated. Once I got you home… er, here, I managed to get your fever down.”

“How?”

He rolled his eyes. “I sat with you in bed, kept cold flannels on your neck and chest and made you sip water,” he explained. “I don’t think you ever fully woke up.”

“Oh… that was… sweet.”

He nodded casually, but for the briefest of moments gave her a look that she simply couldn’t place. She felt like she was missing something. Just then John came back into the room, fussing about her temperature and shoving a thermometer in her face.

“Well, you’re normal,” he announced after reading it. “Unlike Dr. Holmes here. Just take some paracetamol if it spikes again. I’m heading out if you want me to drop you home.”

She stood, quickly followed by Sherlock. “No, she’ll be staying,” he said.

“Oh, that’s not necess…” Molly started, only to be interrupted by John.

“Can I talk to you… privately?” He motioned with his head toward the sitting room.

Sherlock didn’t budge. “No. You can go so that I can see to Molly’s recovery. You’d just send her home, alone? What if she gets dehydrated again, what if…?”

“She wouldn’t have gotten dehydrated in the first place if you hadn’t dragged her to the lab in the middle of the night!” John insisted.

“Really, I’m…” she tried to interject, but it wasn’t happening. They were on a roll; she felt like she was watching tennis match.

“You know, I shouldn’t have even phoned you, John. All you’ve done is harp and judge.” He turned to Molly. “He insinuated that I did something improper by undressing you. How absurd!”

“She’s your pathologist, Sherlock, not your girlfriend! You can’t just go around undressing women against their will!” John shouted.

“She’s not just my pathologist, you angry little troll! She’s my Molly! If she’s sick, I’ll take care of her. If she’s sad, I’ll make her smile. If anyone has the right to remove sweat-soaked clothes from her person, it’s me! And if you’d just have left when you said you would, I could have told her all of this in private!”

Silence descended on the kitchen in 221B Baker Street. Molly was staring at Sherlock, John was staring at Molly and Sherlock couldn’t seem to decide where to look. He finally settled on the floor.

“Well then,” John said. “Ah, I’ll just…” He started to leave, but stopped in the hallway and turned around. “You could’ve just said you fancied her, you know.” Then he left with a wink.

Sherlock glanced up at Molly, then back to the doorway where John had just disappeared. “I’ll  go check with Mrs. Hudson about your clothes.”

Molly grabbed his arm to stop him. “What happened last night?”

“What do you mean?”

She moved closer (but not too close, considering that she was sick and probably had breath that could kill a small mammal). “I mean, something’s different, something happened. What?”

“I did wake you in the middle of the night, Molly. John was… right, I suppose. But I’ll never tell him that,” he said. “I’ll fetch your clothes and see if Mrs. Hudson has anything to eat. I certainly don’t.”

“Okay. I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?” she said as she started to sit in a kitchen chair. “I can’t remember much…”

“Don’t sit there!” he nearly shouted causing Molly to jump back to her feet. “Ah, it’s… the settee would be more comfortable.” He took her hand and led her into the sitting room.

She was starting to feel dizzy again, but she thought it might have more to do with Sherlock’s strange behaviour and… what the hell did he mean by ‘his Molly?’. Thankfully, she was seated by then and her head started to clear before he returned.

“Hot cocoa,” he said, handing her a mug.

“Sherlock?”

“Mrs. Hudson didn’t have any marshmallows.” He sat next to her. “She’s making you cheese on toast, hope that’s okay.”

“Sherlock?”

“Your clothes are in the dryer, shouldn’t be much longer. But you’re welcome to wear my…”

Sherlock!” she interrupted. “What is going on? What did you mean and why are you treating me like… like…”

“I can be nice!” he said loudly. “I’d like to be nice… to you.”

Smiling, she took a sip of cocoa. “So, I’m not just your pathologist anymore?”

He shook his head. “Apparently not,” he answered with a smirk. “Shall we see what’s on the telly?”

“Sure.” Molly leaned back on the sofa while Sherlock found the remote.

An hour later, she was fed and snuggled up against the detective watching the end of The Great British Bake-Off. She looked up at him; he actually seemed interested in the programme, even though she knew better. “Thank you, Sherlock,” she said with a tired smile and started to sit up.

“You don’t have to leave.” He tightened his grip around her shoulder. “Don’t you want to watch Come Dine With Me? It’s coming on next.”

“I need the loo.” She got up then said, “I’d rather watch Ripper Street, though.”

“That sounds like fun. What’s it about?”

“Exactly what you think,” she answered. “And Sherlock, this has been really nice.”


By the time Molly had finally fallen to sleep (across Sherlock’s chest), they had not only watched Ripper Street (which he found delightful) but an episode of Grantchester and two Midsomer Murders. He hadn’t enjoyed the cooking show, but the others were… interesting. What was even more interesting was the the feeling of Molly’s warm little body pressed against his.

“Molly, come on. Let’s go to bed,” he said as he adjusted his arm.

Noooo. I’m warm,” she grumbled, not opening her eyes. “Just a little longer then I’ll go home.”

Sherlock stood and picked her up then carried her to his room. “You are home, Molly,” he said as he laid her down.

“Hmmm?” She yawned and rolled over.

Sherlock pulled out his mobile, which he hadn’t looked at all night, to find a text from his best friend.

Is she still there? -JW

Yes, Sherlock replied. And she’s fine. No fever.

Is she in your bed again? -JW

Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.

Nicely done, Sherlock. -JW

With a smirk, he put his phone on the table and got dressed for bed. Climbing into bed, he pulled Molly against his chest, where she belonged. As he drifted of to sleep listening to her soft snores, he vowed to never again drag her out in the middle of the night for a case. Besides, there were much more pleasant things to do at such times.


Thanks for reading. ~Lil~

hey folks! i come bearing exciting news!

so, the National Museum of American Jewish History in philly is currently preparing to curate an exhibit on queer american jews, and they’re looking for you.

(you here being a queer american jew, which, if you’re reading this tumblr, you probably are)

do you have a story about your jewish queerness that you’ve always wanted to tell? (i know you do; i’ve read your posts). did you read the autostraddle post on being gay on hannukah and want to give a follow-up? are you sick of depleted representation of people like you, and would love to see some in a museum?

if so, submit a story (SUPER CONVENIENTLY) to this tumblr. (yes, the exhibit has a tumblr. what a time to be alive). tell your story. be heard. get images of yourself out there, and then come to philly and see them on display.

hannukah sameach, and may all your wintertimes be queer

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Sterek + 14

14. “How was I supposed to know there was someone in the trunk? I was just stealing the car not trying to kidnap you!”

Accidental Interagency Cooperation
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Stiles genuinely loved going undercover, it was fun to infiltrate different groups and gangs and he was good at it.  He was so damn good at it, maybe too good at it. 

He had been undercover for three months now, this time infiltrating a ring of human traffickers in New York. This time it was deep cover, something he had only done a few times before, but the FBI had given him all the training he needed to take on this mission. 

The whole undercover thing was going pretty well, all things considered, he had gotten pretty much every bit of evidence that he needed when his cover was compromised and he was forced to bolt. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Stiles muttered to himself as he bobbed and weaved through the streets of Manhattan with one of the smuggler’s low level henchmen ran after him. 

“I need a car,” Stiles said to himself, looking at the cars that were slowly moving along the street. He spotted a silver sedan at a red light and he dodged into traffic before he knocked on the driver’s side window, “FBI I’m commandeering this car.”

The driver looked panicked but opened the door and Stiles slid into the driver’s seat, not caring that what he had just done was probably not entirely legal, he needed to get to the Bureau now that his cover was blown. He just hoped that Finstock had gotten his message and had sent the team in before the crew scattered.

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Sick of Losing Soulmates - Sherlock x reader

A/N: Sherlock Holmes has ruined me completely and there is no denying it. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, because it’s 11:13 in a thursday morning and I have this somewhat important exam tomorrow, yet I’m here with another request because why the fuck not, right?
But anyways, drama aside, I really hope you guys enjoy this. Also, for the lovely people who have sent me requests, do not fear, I have not forgotten about you. They will be coming soon, I promise, because mind you I am not done with ruining my life just yet.

Requested by anon: sherlock x reader song fic based on sick of losing soulmates by dodie?

Word count: 2413
Warnings: angst because I’m all in for it

Originally posted by silent-micka

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I must rant...

This Becky thing would have never been a problem if white women didn’t get offended. And then to sit there and act like black women play victim and we over exaggerate our place in the world is disrespectful. You go on a post that’s degrading black women you could count on one hand how many none women of color is going to bat for us.

It’s always all lives matter, all women are important until somebody is putting your race on a pedestal then you’re quiet as a damn mouse. What happened to all that unity shit you was talking about earlier? Stop expecting black women let alone black people to be your warriors and come stand with you when you feel disrespected or your feelings got hurt when you can’t even do the same for us.

I think white people are scum. I think they’re the lowest piece of shit to this earth. They don’t belong here. The world will be better off without them. They do nothing but take up space and they make me sick to my stomach. They’re ugly. Stupid. And an abomination.

Now tell me how upset that made you? You got mad right? You wanna fight? That made you feel like shit? Then stop asking black people why they’re angry. That’s exactly how a black person feels all their life because that’s what we hear all our damn lives. But we still make it. We still come out on top. We still fight for justice even when we know we won’t get it. We still shock the world accomplishing things people thought we couldn’t. We make and build lives for ourselves with the world against us.

The world continues to hand us lemons and we ALWAYS make lemonade. And THATS why that album is NOT for you.

Disclaimer: I don’t feel that way about white people. It was to prove a point.

LIFE IS STRANGE SENTENCE MEME - EP. 1: CHRYSALIS. 

  • ❝ You seem quiet today. ❞
  • ❝ Want to go grab a cup of tea and bitch about life? ❞
  • ❝ The forest around here always looks mysterious. ❞
  • ❝ You have a gift. ❞
  • ❝ All you need is the courage to share your gift with others. ❞
  • ❝ I feel like the universe is taunting me everywhere I go today. ❞
  • ❝ Just relax. Stop torturing yourself. ❞ 
  • ❝ You don’t know who the fuck I am or who you’re messing around with! ❞
  • ❝ Come on, put that thing down! ❞
  • ❝ Don’t you EVER tell me what to do! ❞
  • ❝ I am so sick of people trying to control me! ❞
  • ❝ Nobody would even miss your punk ass, would they? ❞
  • ❝ Get that gun away from me, psycho! ❞
  • ❝ Your face is covered in guilt. ❞
  • ❝ You look a little stressed out? Are you okay? ❞
  • ❝ You can always be upfront with me, [ name ]. ❞
  • ❝ That sounds like a set-up to a horrible prank. ❞
  • ❝ Would you mind letting me sketch you? ❞
  • ❝ I’m kind of over humanity today…❞
  • ❝ I’d really like to be alone right now, if you don’t mind… ❞
  • ❝ Please, leave me alone! ❞
  • ❝ Just because I don’t talk a lot doesn’t mean I don’t care. ❞
  • ❝ I’m such an asshole. I’m sorry, [ name ]. ❞
  • ❝ You’re not helpful, you’re just nosey. ❞
  • ❝ I think you better go…❞
  • ❝ It’s been one strange fucking day. ❞
  • ❝ Can’t a sensitive high school boy/girl love sensitive vampires too? ❞
  • ❝ I need to talk to somebody…just to get it out of my system. ❞
  • ❝ Dr. [ full name ] is in da house. I won’t even prescribe you any meds. ❞
  • ❝ Have you ever had a dream, so real it was like a movie? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t analyze me! ❞
  • ❝ This day never ends… ❞
  • ❝ After five years, you’re still [ name ]. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t give me that guilty face. ❞
  • ❝ At lest pretend you’re happy to see me. ❞
  • ❝ I am seriously glad to see you. ❞
  • ❝ It makes perfect sense I’d see you today. ❞
  • ❝ I thought it would be quiet here. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t you think I’m happy to see you? ❞
  • ❝ You were happy to wait five years without a call, or even a text. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sorry. I know things were tough on you when I left… ❞
  • ❝ How do you know? You weren’t even there. ❞
  • ❝ Are you cereal? ❞
  • ❝ My camera has officially taken a shit. ❞
  • ❝ Home, shit, home. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t feel grown up. Just more confused as I get older. ❞
  • ❝ I’m happiest when I’ve got a great image in my lens. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not lonely, not afraid… ❞
  • ❝ After my [ family member ] died and you moved, I felt abandoned. ❞
  • ❝ You’re the opposite of shy…of me. ❞
  • ❝ What do you truly want to do when you grow up? ❞
  • ❝ I want to explore the world. Go far from here… ❞
  • ❝ Your pictures could be in a museum. Someday they will. ❞
  • ❝ You saved my life. ❞
  • ❝ That is so badass. ❞
  • ❝ So, did you recognize me? ❞
  • ❝ I, er, know it was your birthday last month… I want you to have this. ❞
  • ❝ That’s cool you remembered my birthday. But I can’t take this. ❞
  • ❝ I’m fucking insane in the brain! ❞
  • ❝ You need to hide. Now! ❞
  • ❝ I’m sick of your disrespect! ❞
  • ❝ Thanks for taking the heat. ❞
  • ❝ Let’s sneak out the window. ❞
  • ❝ This is the exact same place I was at during my nightmare today… ❞
  • ❝ Are you sure you don’t want to be alone? ❞
  • ❝ I’m not as brave as you. ❞
  • ❝ Sometimes ignorance is bliss. ❞
  • ❝ Everybody in this town knows everyone’s secrets. ❞
  • ❝ You needed money that bad? ❞
  • ❝ How much do you owe? ❞
  • ❝ This shit-pit has taken away everyone I’ve ever loved… ❞
  • ❝ [ name ]…you’re here. I’m back. Oh my Lord. This is real…it’s real. ❞
  • ❝ You totally just blacked out… ❞
  • ❝ I had another vision…❞
  • ❝ [ name ], I’m not crazy. ❞
  • ❝ I can reverse time. ❞
  • ❝ I saw you get shot, [ name ]. Saw you actually…die. ❞
  • ❝ Okay I see you’re a geek now with a great imagination, but this isn’t an anime or a video game. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t know what I have…But I have it. And I’m scared shitless…❞
  • ❝ Snowflakes? It’s like 80 degrees…How? ❞
  • ❝ [ name ], start from the beginning. Tell me everything… ❞
Joining The Team Pt 2 (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warning: Vivid description of torture, blood, violence, mutilation and murder

ANGST

Request: Joining The Team Part 2 


Originally posted by secretsocietyofwonderland

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

“Who’s going in first?” Tony asked. No one raised their hand, not even Natasha or Steve. No one felt safe enough, especially when they felt you staring at them, even when tied up.

“Rock paper scissors?” Clint asked.

“Shortest straw?” Tony asked.

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Preferences - you being ugly

Requested: something like you being ugly but they still find you pretty. The setting is somewhere at a party. PLEASE, don’t feel offended by this, it’s just a requested scenario, there’s no such thing as ugliness because we’re all pretty in our own way and we just have to wait for the right person to see that in us! <3 It could be triggering, so I am WARNING you all. 

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Joji

“Hey, handsome~”

“Wanna go somewhere and have some fun?”

The girls were being clingy and Joji was not liking it, despite putting on a polite smile and listening to them. He didn’t want to hurt them, even if he didn’t enjoy their presence. They were being too overwhelming. He preferred talking to someone else, instead.

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Headcanon that Lea was way into conspiracies as a kid. Kind of like Riku but more in the they’re-keeping-secrets-from-us way. 

“Haven’t you ever noticed how small this place is?“

“Scrooge is literally the only person like that. He’s a duck, Isa. He’s a duck. Isa listen to me.” 

“Where did that blonde kid come from?? Where is he???” 

“I’m telling you that Xehanort guy was not here before. And now people are going missing.”

“You ever notice how suspicious Braig is??”

“Isn’t is odd that Ansem got ‘sick’ all of a sudden.”

“I’m telling you, they’re doing something weird at the castle.”

“Seriously, this is freaky. We need to talk to someone. We need to see what’s going on.”

Beauty and The Beast Sentence Meme
  • "How can you read this? There's no pictures."
  • "Some people use their imagination."
  • "This is the day your dreams come true."
  • "Well there's the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep."
  • "As I always say, 'if it's not Baroque, don't fix it'."
  • "If I didn't know better, I'd say you have feelings for this monster."
  • "He's no monster. You are!"
  • "Enchanted? Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?"
  • "You are positively primeval."
  • "I warned you never to come here! Do you realize what you could have done?"
  • "I've come for my father. Please, let him out! Can't you see he's sick?"
  • "Wait! Take me instead!"
  • "Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle."
  • "For beauty is found within."
  • "If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken."
  • "For who could ever love a beast?"
  • "I've been burnt by you before."
  • "By the way, thank you for saving my life."
  • "It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking."
  • "I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I'd better go in there and propose to the girl."
  • "It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair, as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner."
  • "She's so beautiful and I'm...well...look at me."
  • "You can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up. Try to act like a gentleman."
  • "There's a stranger here."
  • "Come on out and fight!"
  • "Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?"
  • "Impress her with your rapier wit."
  • "I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night but he said he'd make it worth my while."
  • "Don't talk like that. You'll be alright. We're together now, everything's going to be fine, you'll see."
I Don't Wanna Live Forever

“I’m literally getting on my car, Charlie. I’m coming.” Adam rolled his eyes as he opened the car’s door and got inside. He hung up the phone, throwing it in the passenger’s seat with a sigh. Why did Charlie have to make him leave the house and put his track on hold for a meeting?

He drove through the streets, glad there wasn’t much traffic. The faster he got there, the faster he could leave.

He stopped at a red light, getting his phone so he could check on something while he waited for it to turn green. Once it did, he went ahead and in the moment right in the middle of the road, a car hit him full speed. He felt everything spinning around him, his mind no longer cooperating with him, he felt frozen. Hitting his head, he blacked out, waking into unconsciousness. Everything was black.

Taylor was just flipping channels when his name came on. She rolled her eyes, figuring it was probably nothing and there the images started rolling in. His car was wrecked. A wave of panic rushed to her hearing that he was rushed to the hospital. Was he okay? Of course not, he’s in the hospital but it could just be to get a check up, nothing major. But with his car looking like it was, the car she had been in many times, there was no way he was okay.

She had to remind herself that she wasn’t close to him anymore, that she couldn’t just jump in the car and walk into the hospital to know if he was okay so she decided to wait. But it the worry that had settled into her brain was taking over and she couldn’t even think about anything else. He had to be okay. She hated to admit that she cared about him but she did. You can’t love someone so deeply and not care about them even after they hurt you.

It was now two in the morning and she was wide awake, sitting up in bed, phone in her hand, desperately trying to know if there was more information about the accident. It wasn’t doing any good, she had a flight early in the morning, back to Nashville.

She got out of bed, taking a few deep breaths because her mind was going into an endless spiral and she needed it to stop. She needed it to stop because the possibility of him being hurt badly or worse…that was terrifying. Utterly terrifying.

It was four in the morning when she decided to call Adam’s phone and it rang about four times before the call was taken. But it wasn’t Adam on the phone. It was Charlie making her even more worried.

“Charlie?”

“Tay!” Charlie breathed out. “You know about it?”

“The accident? Yeah it’s all over the news. How is he? Is he okay? Is he hurt.” She fired her questions, albeit afraid of the answers.

“It’s bad, Tay. I’m trying to get hold of his parents and friends but I don’t know, I…I can’t…it’s all my fault. I made him come to the meeting. It’s my fault.” Charlie rambled, emotion thick in his voice.

“Charlie, you’re not making any sense! Calm down and tell me what happened!” Taylor raised her voice slightly.

“He’s unconscious. They say he hit his head. He was on his way over to a meeting I made him come to and some crazy ass dude just went pass a red light and hit his car pretty bad. They say he broke his leg but his head is the worst.” Charlie told her and she shut her eyes taking a deep breath.

“It’s not your fault, do you hear me? It’s the other guy’s, okay? Charlie, I need you to calm down so you can call Pam and David. Or maybe call Sophie.” She said to him, trying to stay calm. From the way Charlie sounded, she knew it really was as he said, bad.

“Taylor?”

“Yes?”

“I know you guys broke up and all that but can you call Adam’s parents?”

“Charlie,” she sighed. “I’m not sure I can do that. Either way, I’m leaving tomorrow, well today. I was just worried about him.” She but her lip, running a hand through her hair. If she was being honest, she just had to make a call and cancel the flight. She had nothing having to do with work for a few days and the thought of having to call Adam’s parents, especially his mother who had been so lovely and kind to her after her and Adam had broken up made her the least bit uncomfortable because she knew they’d fly over and she would cancel the flight and she’d go to hospital and she’d be with them and more importantly, with him.

“Okay.” Charlie frowned. “I’ll promise I’ll call you if there’s any news.”

“Thank you, Charlie.”

Despite her efforts to stop herself, she cancelled the flight and stayed in LA. In case anything happened, she’d be close and although she didn’t really want to face it, she was concerned.

Charlie had stayed in the hospital the whole night, waiting for Adam to wake up and the doctors had told him it wouldn’t take long. They had also told him that there was a possibility of memory loss which worried him a bit but at least he was out of danger.

Sitting on the chair next to Adam’s bed, Charlie noticed him move his finger making him jump off his seat.

“Adam?” He called out carefully. Then pushed the button to call the nurse.

After a few basic questions, like his name, age, date of birth they left him alone with Charlie.

“My head feels like it’s about to blow.” Adam mumbled, trying to sit up.

“You me scared there, mate.” Charlie chuckled softly and watched as Adam shut his eyes sighing. Then after a second, his eyes shot open and he looked around the room.

“Charlie, was Taylor with me? Where is she? Is she alright?” Charlie’s eyes widened at his question.

“She wasn’t with you. Why would Taylor be here?” He questioned, confused.

“Because she’s my girlfriend, Charlie and I almost died, she’d be worried.” Adam explained and Charlie stood frozen for a second, not really knowing what to say.

“Right, yeah. I’m just gonna go have a word with the doctor okay.” He nodded his head, walking towards the door.

Memory loss. He had no recollection of the last six months. So no break up, no fighting, no online outburst. All gone from his memory. So in his mind, Taylor was his girlfriend and they were happily in love which would be hard to break it down to him so Charlie didn’t know better than to call Taylor.

“Hi, any news? Is he alright?”

“Good news is he’s awake.” Charlie told her.

“Thank god, that’s great.” Taylor breathed out a sigh of relief then quickly realized there was something else. “Okay, what’s the bad news?” She gulped.

“I…” Charlie cleared his throat. He was afraid of what her reaction would be. “He doesn’t remember anything that happened in the last six months.”

“The last six months? You mean…” she gasped. “He doesn’t remember…”

“Your break up, yeah he doesn’t.” The silence on the other side of the line worried Charlie. Obviously this would be a complicated situation. After all Taylor and Adam had gone through, how the mistakes they had made had become almost irreparable, this would be hard. “Taylor, say something, please.” Charlie murmured.

“You need to tell him.” She snapped. “You need to tell him what happened. I don’t care.”

“It’s gonna break him.” Charlie warned.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s the truth. It’s reality.” She sighed.

“I think it’s better if you’re the one to tell him.” Charlie said.

“What why?” She questioned.

“Because you were there. You know what happened, I don’t. Adam doesn’t really open up about that time. He didn’t say much when I asked about it.”

“This is great. Just great. I haven’t seen him in months, Charlie. Months. Do you know how hard this is for me?” She sighed. She could feel herself overthinking it. It would be the first time she saw him ever since they broke up and she’d see the man she loved, not the one she had left but the one she fell for.

“Taylor, please, I can’t do it. I don’t know how. You have a way with words, you can make it easier on him. I just…please.” Charlie begged her.

“I’ll do it.” She decided. “But I’m not sugar coating it, okay? I’m telling him the whole story. I know it’s going to hurt him but I can’t do it any other way.”

She entered the hospital, the nervous feeling becoming bigger by the second as she knew she was a second closer to be face to face with Adam. She walked up to the reception.

“I’m looking for Adam Wiles?” She spoke gently with a smile.

“Name.” The lady behind the desk asked, busy with whatever she was doing on the computer.

“Taylor Swift.” She told her quietly not wanting to attract attention. The lady looked up from her computer, her eyes going wide.

“Oh hi! It’s you, wow!” The woman chuckled.

“Yes,” she looked at the woman’s tag, reading it. “Jessica. His room?”

“His friend warned us you’d be coming. He’s in room 105.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” She nodded.

As she entered the elevator with people with nervous looks on their faces, much like hers. She started thinking about the reasons these people were here. Births, sickness, visiting people. She wondered the reason for their nervousness, wondered if it was anything like hers. Then her mind travelled to Adam. She had been preparing her speech all the way to the hospital. She’d tell him why things went wrong what she felt on her end and what he had told her on a very long conversation after all the mess, what he had felt. She’d tell him about how they both screwed up, what lead to them breaking up in the first place and why she left.

She saw Charlie standing by the door on his phone. She called out his name and he looked up, smiling. Giving him a hug, she opted for asking how he was instead of going straight for the Adam topic.

“I’m good.” Charlie answered. “You?”

“I’m okay, I think. I’m not sure how I feel right now.” She sighed and Charlie bit his lip.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “I know it’s hard for you. It’s just that none of us really understand what went down and you can tell him everything.”

“I know.” She nodded. “Should I go in?” Taylor questioned, staring straight at Adam’s room in front of her as she took a deep breath.

“You ready?”

“Might as well get it over with.” Taylor shrugged.

She opened the door slowly, admittedly scared of what she would be faced with. He was there, sitting up in bed, looking a little beat up but not too much. His lips spread into a huge grin that took over his face.

“Babe!” He called out and felt her heart drop. God, she hadn’t heard that in ages.

“Hi, Adam.” She murmured, looking a little awkwardly standing by the door. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m better now. Where’ve you been? You must be worried sick. If me having a cold gets you worried I can’t imagine what you felt.” He chuckled and she felt like she was in a wicked dream. She felt as if she was in the past and she desperately wanted to tell him the truth because she couldn’t handle this Adam. The old Adam.

“It’s okay.” She cleared her throat. “Um, I…when are you free to leave?”

“A couple of days and I’ll be home.” He smiled softly. “What’s up with you? You’re off.” He noted and shifted setting down her purse on the chair next to his bed. “Not even a hug?”

She felt trapped, a little breathless as she heard his voice almost like a distant thought. “We need to talk.” She choked out.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at her as her eyes travelled anywhere but him. “Babe, come on!”

“Don’t call me babe!” She snapped and he looked taken back by her reaction. “I’m sorry, that’s not how I wanted to go with this.” She took a deep breath, shaking her head, trying to clear the mess inside her head.

“What the hell is happening?”

There was a pause, silence taking over because she needed to gather her thoughts and he was waiting for an answer.

“You lost your memory.” She began. “You have no memories of what happened in the last six months. You’re missing a lot, Adam!” Her eyes widened a bit as she talked.

“Are you joking?”

“No.” she breathed out, finally looking back at him.

“How different can things be?” Adam furrowed his brows and Taylor felt her heart sting in her chest. He had a lot coming his way.

“We broke up.” She mumbled after a few seconds, playing with her hands. She didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t want to see the look she had hoped to see when she left him. Not that she liked seeing him hurt but it would’ve meant that if he was hurt then he cared.

He didn’t say anything, trying to take in the new information that had fallen into his hands. So they weren’t together? She wasn’t his girlfriend anymore? He felt his heart break as it sunk.

“Was I the one who broke up with you?” He asked a bit hesitantly. She shook her head, the silence making her want to run off. “Okay” He whispered. “Oh my god…” she saw tears welling up in his eyes and her heart broke just like his was breaking.

He felt as if his world was crashing down. The floor breaking beneath him and he was free falling into a never ending hole. His heart breaking in a million pieces. She had broke up with him. He didn’t have her.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard but I had a few reasons to leave you.” She gulped down the lump in her throat, playing with her fingers.

“What did I do?” He asked her quietly, sniffling.

“Well…” she took a deep breath. “You pushed me away, started spending more time in the studio and ignoring every attempt I made to spend time with you, at least that’s what I felt, like you just stopped caring but you just took it for granted that I’d never leave.” She shook her head, the memories becoming all too vivid in her mind, memories she had tried to ignore. “It felt like you didn’t want me anymore. You stopped trying, stopped coming to big events with me, you got jealous every time a guy talked to me for more than a minute, we had a few big fights and you accused me of cheating on you at the MET Gala. I hated it, hated the way you talked down on me like I was just something to pick up and play around and then drop it whenever you felt like.” She laughed bitterly and he could see the pain evident on her face as she relived those moments in her mind. How in the world was he capable of hurting the woman he loved most was beyond him. “I just wanted you to love me so I tried, I even declared my love for you on national television and still, it was all the same. I tried too much, I tried to fix what was broken beyond repair and you didn’t even notice me when I felt like I was yelling at you to love me again, you just stared blankly as I packed my suitcases and left.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t try to get you back?” He asked her, wondering what made him turn out like that.

“No.” she shook her head. “You Just ranted on social media about how terrible I was.”

He almost choked. “I did what.”

“Well I did throw it that I was seeing someone after you at your face but goddamn it, you won the golden medal for how petty a person can be.”

“You- you were seeing someone? You broke up with me for someone else?”

“No!” She told him immediately. “He was just there. He was a rebound.” She assured him, not even knowing why she felt the need to do that. “And you were pissed about it and also the fact that I confirmed that I wrote ‘This is What you came for’ so yeah…”

“Wow…I really am missing a lot.” He whispered burying his face in his hands.

“I know this is hard, trust me, it is for me too but you needed to know and I couldn’t pretend.” She mumbled, watching him uncomfortably, wanting to leave as soon as possible and at the same time, she wanted to comfort him, tell him it was okay.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just…I don’t know how I could’ve done something like that, it’s a bit unreal.” He breathed out. It felt as though someone was crushing his heart, stomping on it repeatedly in hopes to cause more pain. “Are you okay now? Is it better?”

“It’s okay, you can never ask for too much. It’s not the best but I guess it gets better.” She shrugged and he nodded.

“Anything else that happened I should know about?” He asked, smiling softly trying his best not to break down.

“About us? We’ve covered all the basics I think.” She pondered for a moment. “Well, I’m not sure how to explain what you felt but I could…try?”

“That would be nice, yes.” He nodded.

“What you told me was that you didn’t feel like anything was wrong until the MET gala after we had this huge blown out fight, you said you were too caught up on everything you were working on and you just couldn’t make time for me or you forgot or something. Then you started to feel like you were losing which was the truth so you took me out to the Bahamas again to fix it and everything so we decided to split there or I guess I did, you just went along. Then a month later I started seeing someone for fun because I needed a distraction, he was nice but you were hurt by it. You said it felt like I was telling you I did cheat on you since the guy was the reason for our fight and who I hung out with a bit at the MET. Then I guess we just started throwing things at each other’s faces out of spite. You said shit about me online, I walked around the world with him.” She found herself laughing a little bit at the situation. “It was ridiculous, really.”

“It sounds ridiculous and nothing like us.” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of everything.

“That’s what happened to us.” She frowned.

As if remembering something, his eyes widen. “Do we talk to each other again? After all that?” He questioned and she smiles at this, nodding.

“We do make up, sort of. We have a civil conversation about our feeling and we agree to be friends. All is well.” She chuckled.

“Just friends?” He mumbled quietly, hoping she hadn’t heard him.

“Yeah, it’s not like we could just go back so um…yeah.” If she was being completely honest with herself, she knew deep down that her feelings for Adam were buried within her, still there and they had never gone away but actually bringing herself to be vulnerable again was terrifying and besides, Adam had shown no signs whatsoever of wanted to get back together when they talked. “Listen, I have to leave now. I have a meeting in a couple of hours.”

“Oh. Yeah that’s fine!” He nodded, forcing a smile. She stood up and for second, pondered hugging him goodbye but decided against it so she just waved, smiling at him.

“I hope you get better, Adam. Maybe I’ll visit or something, sometime.”

“That would be nice, yeah. So I guess, I’ll see you.”

“Take care! Bye!”

And with that he was left alone with his thoughts. He had lost her. He had broken her heart and he knew one thing for sure, he was going to get her back. No matter what.

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Reading Killing Stalking has really opened my eyes to how toxic tumblr can be when it comes down political correctness. Like last year I took it upon myself to watch Sausage Party. Not because I was an anti or anything but because I just wanted to see if everything people were talking about was true. Up until that point I would listen to tumblr to see if a movie or show was to politically incorrect (or vise versa) and I would never come to my own conclusion. Unfollowing and blocking people If they didn’t agree with me.

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