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1. How are you, really?
2. Pizza or chicken nuggets?
3. If you could visit any country in the world, where would you go?
4. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
5. What are you looking forward to?
6. Do you like chocolate?
7. What’s your favourite joke?
8. Are you a religious person?
9. If you had a magical pet snail what would you call it?
10. How do you like your steak cooked? (if you eat it)
11. If you were a type of animal, what would you be and why?
12. What phone do you have?
13. Have you ever got blackout drunk?
14. What do you think people think of you?
15. If you could learn one random skill, what would you learn?
16. What’s something you want right now?
17. Do you have any brothers or sisters?
18. In general what do you think about art?
19. What are some of the first things you do in the morning?
20. Marvel or DC?
21. Do you like to talk on the phone?
22. What’s your favourite song?
23. What would you do if you won the lottery?
24. What’s your middle name?
25. Do you have any pets?
26. What was the last dream you can remember about?
27. Are you single?
28. Do you like scary movies?
29. What were you thinking about before you come on tumblr?
30. Favourite flavour of ice cream?
31. What’s your last text message say?
32. What are some things you are scared of?
33. Do you like travelling?
34. If you could ask your future self one question what would it be?
35. What kind of people are you attracted to?
36. What do you do?
37. Do you feel uncomfortable if someone who you don’t know is physically close to you?
38. What has been your worst haircut/style?
39. Can you play poker?
40. Where were you when you had your last kiss?
41. What’s your favourite flower?
42. Do you buy from charity shops?
43. Are you ticklish?
44. What do you do for fun?
45. What was the last thing you ate?
46. If you met a genie who offered you three wishes, what would you wish for? (more wishes doesn’t count)
47. Favourite band?
48. Do you have any tattoos? If so what are they?
49. Have you ever been fishing?
50. What was the last present you received?

Okay so if we’re doing mirroring, and we accept that Smith is the dark!John mirror:

Smith at the beginning needs to get something off his chest, but he doesn’t feel safe doing it when it will be remembered. It’s a false confession. A true confession is when people know your truth. And by the end of the episode, Smith acknowledges that airing your “darkest secret” publicly - to have people know your truth - is better.

I like the idea of John metaphorically having told people his truth when he/they were drunk, or to his dead wife, or to his daughter who doesn’t understand English. I can’t work out yet who all the people around the board room table are, but metaphorically it feels like it could fit. Just thinking out loud.

Ask me anything

1 a fictional character you familiarize yourself with 

2 hair colour you want to try 

3 what do you have as your desktop background 

4 which feature do you like about yourself 

5 which animal do you like best? 

6 tea or coffee? 

7 last thing you bought 

8 christmas or halloween 

meaning behind your url 

10 last time you smiled and why 

11 favourite animation 

12 longest relationship 

13 mention 3 things youre excited for

14 weirdest thing you’ve done when you were drunk/high

 15 last book you read 

16 last time you kissed someone 

17 who was the person you last gave a hug to 

18 how did you celebrate your last birthday 

19 something you love doing 

20 what would you love to be/ do when youre older 

21 fave subject at school

22 something you regret and something you dont regret doing 

23 fave colour 

24 best childhood memory 

25 any siblings? 

26 where do you see yourself in 10 years? 

27 fave outfit 

28 fave chocolate 

29 which magical world would you transport yourself into? 

30 something that makes you laugh?

31 which are 3 of your favourite paintings 

32 something you’d love to do but never did 

33 what was the last present you got and from whom  

34 favourite drink 

35 something you’re good at 

36 describe the perfect date 

37 dogs or cats? 

38 take a selfie and post it 

39 fave pizza toppings

40 favourite alcoholic beverages  

41 favourite hangout 

42 happiest memory you have 

43 summer or winter? 

44 want any tattoos? if so what? 

45 how did you celebrate christmas and nye 

46 how do you plan on spending today? 

47 favourite movie

48 mention a place you’d really like to visit 

49 your favourite book and why 

50 mention something that fascinates you 

51 ever done drugs? 

52 favourite song 

53 last time you got drunk? 

54 favourite quote 

55 have you ever been abroad, if so where? 

56 weirdest dream you’ve ever had 

57 where do you like going in the weekends 

58 any hobbies? 

59 favourite meal 

60 top 3 blogs on here

I Love Clichés

Summary: Based on this ask vvv

Anonymous said: A NYE fic where the reader and Bucky get shit faced drunk and end up sleeping together and wake up on New Years like … wait… wut? And they’re all confused and shit.

Word Count: 1.2K

Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve, Sam

Warnings: Kinda smutty (idk), kissing, cursing, drinking, cliches, bad writing, ash having a computer, ash writing, idfk reader beware, lol. 

A/N: I had to force myself to write something. Here it is. I apologize. 

Originally posted by seabasschino

You couldn’t decide whether the room was spinning or if you had fell asleep on a carousel, but you definitely weren’t anticipating just how dizzy you were when you tried to sit up. The sun beaming in through your curtains felt like lasers burning your retinas, searing into you foggy, throbbing brain, and you groaned as you threw off your duvet, swinging your feet to the ground.

Wait. Why am I naked?

A familiar groan rumbles behind, sending your grasping for something to conceal your decency, as Bucky sits up against your headboard. You couldn’t choose where to look first, from his bare, sculpted chest, to his bulging arms flexing as he propped up his head, the man was flawless.

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Show Me Love 12

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot:  Coming home is never easy.  Goodbyes are even harder.

Warnings: The return of Wanda and Nat, girl talk, Language, ANGST

A/N: I’m so sorry.

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⬅️⬅️PART 11 ||| PART 13➡️➡️

You sigh as you shove yourself deeper into your old couch, a glass of water on the coasters you hadn’t used since you moved out, painkillers scattered beside it.  

Wanda had moved into your old bedroom when you moved out, meaning the only place available to crash was the couch.

Thank god it was the most comfortable couch known to man.

Or perhaps it’s because you were too drunk to tell the difference.

Classes weren’t set to start for another week, and after your trip, you were dying for some quality girl time.

That and you couldn’t stand the tension that was hanging between you and Bucky anymore.

And not the good kind.

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licking the lips of the reddest

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: @marquis-de-labaguette: “oh actually could you write one with like daveed and a reader thats like a lot younger than him like obvi 18 but at the most like 22″

summary: a birthday dare introduces reader to daveed, who has a very nice present to give her

warnings: NSFW, smut! Alcohol, clippng lyrics (SHOCKER), kitchen sex, Daddy! kink, dirty talk, begging

word count: 3,459

a/n title from ‘body and blood’ by clippng, which is also the song used in this fic. i’m garbage. embrace it. PART TWO HERE

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Creed the Drunk

Me: “Y'know, it occurs to me I maybe solve too many of our problems through alchohol, and also that at any given moment all of you are too tolerant of my drunken shenanigans.”

Ewok: “I’m not.”

Me: “As evidenced by you punching me whenever I try to drink something in the same room as you. But no, even you do it! Like the time you were GM'ing and we needed to steal a ship, but couldnt because of ‘morals’, so you let me get so drunk I couldn’t be held accountable for my actions and dragged the other party members with me when I stole it!”

GM: “Well, your entire character is alcohol. That it literally all you wrote down on your character sheet.”

Me: “Fair enough.”

Willie the Flatulating Fattie: “We also stopped questioning where you get all of your alcohol from since The Party Boat.”

Me: “Also fair enough! Oh, that reminds me, I start drinking some wine and offer my Wompa-killing alchohol to the Hutt.”

Ewok: “I punch him.”

Don't Wanna Be All By Myself- Chris Evans One Shot

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Prompt: Chris gets wasted one night and tells the world about your secret relationship.

Word Count: 1110

Warning: drinking (if that counts)

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You laid in bed at a quarter to midnight, catching up on the latest episode of your favorite TV show. Your phone rang from beside you, alerting you that someone was calling you. You picked up the phone and smiled when you read the screen. It was Chris, your secret boyfriend of five months. You two didn’t want to announce your relationship quite yet, due to the immense media coverage Chris was getting from his Marvel movies. Everyone who wasn’t close to you believed that you two were just best friends (maybe something a bit more).

“Hello, Chris.” You answered your phone.

“Hi, baby.” He replied in a slurred voice. You knew he had gone out drinking with friends, but it appeared now that he was drunk.

“Chris, are you wasted?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Maybe.” He held out the word.

“I’m coming down there to get you.” You said, turning off your show and getting out of bed.

“I miss you too, darling.” He mumbled.

“Stay put. I’m headed there now.” You put your shoes on and headed out the door.

“Wait, baby, don’t leave me.” He whined.

“I’m going to you. Give me five minutes.” You hung up the phone, praying he was still at the bar with his friends and not wandering the streets of Boston completely wasted. You pulled up to the bar and sighed seeing the paparazzi surrounding it. You kept your head down, ignoring their calls as you entered the bar.

The bar smelled like beer and smoke, what else did you expect. It was loud from the football game highlights playing on the TV and from the karaoke going on. You looked up at the karaoke stage with a laugh. You knew your boyfriend loved doing karaoke, but you’d never thought you’d see him drunkenly singing Eric Carmen.

“All by myself
Don’t want to be all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to live all by myself anymore” He slurred his words as he sang ‘All By Myself’. The majority of the other drunk people were dancing along to it. His friends, hammered as well, sang with him; but Chris was alone singing and dancing on the stage.

“Y/N! Hi baby!” He smiled at you mid-line. He stumbled off the stage and over to you. He hugged you and you could smell the alcohol radiating off him.

“I missed you.” He muttered, sloppily kissing your cheek.

“I missed you, too. We need to go home now.” You said, trying to lead him towards the door.

“Can I get pizza? I want pizza.” He asked.

“Yes, you can. Let’s just get you home first.”

“Can I get cuddles too? Come cuddle with me. I don’t want to go home. The night’s still young. I want another drink.” He turned to the bartender, “Can we get another round?”

“No, no more for you.” You said, pulling him away from the bar. “Say goodbye, Chris. We’re going.”

“But I don’t want to.” Chris’ lips slumped into a pout.

“You’ll get cuddles and pizza at home. Come on.” You grabbed his hand and successfully got him outside. You groaned as the flashing of cameras began. You had almost completely forgotten about the paparazzi waiting outside for him.

“Chris, what’s your next project?”

“Is it true that you will retire?”

“Are you two official?” The questions began to fly around as you tried to get your stumbling boyfriend to your car.

“Yes.” Chris smiled and your eyes widened, “This is my beautiful girlfriend. I don’t care what you all think-I am in love with her.” His words came out clearer than they had earlier. The press began to go crazy, asking even more questions. You got Chris sealed in the car before he could answer anymore questions. You started to drive the car back to your apartment and saw out of the corner of your eye as Chris repeatedly blinked for a few moments.

“How did I end up in here?” He mumbled, looking around the car with squinted eyes.one of his hands reached out and stroked your cheek, “You’re so beautiful. Can we cuddle?” You put your arm out to prevent him from getting far in his attempts to cuddle with you. Luckily, he was out of it enough to forget how to undo the seatbelt that was restraining him.

“I’m driving. We can cuddle soon.”

“But I want my cuddles now.” He whined as if he was a baby.

He passed out on the sofa the moment he entered your house. You placed a blanket on him-deciding against ordering a pizza at one AM. You snuggled into the second couch, ready to catch some rest.

~~~

The next morning you stood in the kitchen, preparing a cup of coffee for you and some pain killers for Chris. The silence in the house was interrupted by a loud groan mixed with a whine. You chuckled to yourself and took the hangover “medicine” into the other room.

“Good morning.” You smiled, setting down the medication and glass of water in front of Chris on the table. He sat up slowly with a hand covering his eyes.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, drinking the water, “How hammered was I?”

“You called me at midnight and then when I got to the bar, you were singing 'Al By Myself’ by Eric Carmen. I gotta say-I don’t think I’ve seen anything funnier than that from a drunken person.” You laughed as he let out another groan.

“That’s gotta be everywhere online now.” Chris said.

“That’s probably not the biggest news on social media from last night.” You replied and he frowned in confusion, “The paps were outside the bar and you kinda told them about us.”

“Oh God, really? I’m sorry. You said you wanted to wait and I just completely screwed up.”

“I’m not worried about the media anymore. I’m more worried about if you meant it.”

“Meant what?”

“Last night-you said that I was your girlfriend and that you love me, no matter what anyone else says. Is that true?” You asked. You two had been together for six months, but the topic of love wasn’t something you discussed. You loved Chris, but you had never told him those three little words and he had not either.

“I really hoped to tell you in a more romantic way, but yes. I love you, Y/N. I love you a lot.” Chris stated.

“I love you too.” You smiled. He leaned in to kiss you, but you stopped him, “Sorry, but your alcohol morning breath kinda ruins the moment.”

“Right.” He laughed.

“You’re My It” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,475

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request:  Could you write one (or more) about Dean? Where the reader is Dean’s ex but she got pregnant before the broke up. And Sam or Cas see her and the kid one day and tell Dean, who gets drunk and shows up at her door (with a little help from sweet Cas)?

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Flashbacks are in italics.


You and Dean had officially been together for a year now, but unofficially, it’d been almost your entire life. You were Bobby’s daughter- you grew up together. There had always been something there.

A few years ago, when Dean was cured from being a demon, you were the first person he wanted to tell. That made him realize that he didn’t want to wait any longer. He wanted to be with you one hundred percent. He loved you. He had asked you to be his girlfriend officially last year.

You’re now standing in your kitchen, finishing up making dinner for your one year anniversary. It’s been a rocky road, and lately, it’s been worse. He’s been distant and gone more, and you admit that you’d grown more emotional and needy. It’s only because you’re pregnant, but Dean doesn’t know that yet. You’re planning on telling him tonight. All you want is a good night with your boyfriend, is that too hard to ask for?

No, it’s not. Which is why you’re busting your ass to make this anniversary perfect. You’re making his favorite dinner, rented his favorite movie, and even found the cutest way to announce your pregnancy. You’re sure he’ll take it well, and that he’ll be excited. His dad was a big part of his life, and one time when he got drunk he had told you that whenever he became a dad he was determined to be a better one.

“Y/N?” A voice came through the door, keys clinking together. Dean’s home.

“Hey babe, I’m in the kitchen!” You call out.

Dean comes into the kitchen, and he looks dead tired. You can see it in his eyes- he’s worn out. He’s stressed, but of course he doesn’t talk to you about it. He doesn’t talk to you about anything lately.

“Is this all for me?” His eyes widen, wandering around the room.

“Yeah, happy one year.” You kiss his cheek.

“Oh.” He furrows his brows. Your stomach sinks. Of course he forgot.

“You seriously forgot?” Your mouth drops a little, sadness filling your heart.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs. “Look, Y/N…”

“What?” You’re afraid of what he’s going to say. You’ve been feeling it coming for a while, you’ll admit. But now? Tonight? All you can do is hope that he doesn’t.

“I just… I don’t think this, us, is working. You know I love you, but I just think we need some time apart. There’s a lot of shit happening right now, with Lucifer and Chuck and Amara, I just… I can’t. I’m sorry.” Dean says, a look in his eyes you can’t quite read.

You’re silent. There it was. Those words you’ve been dreading.

“Okay.” You say quietly.

“I love you. I just need time.” Dean repeated.

-

You’re now walking down the street of the mall, you’re favorite place to go. The mall in Denver was outside, which made it easier to not only enjoy the warm weather, but to push around baby Nina. She loved going on “walks,” which made it easy for you since you loved shopping.

After Dean broke up with you two years ago, you didn’t even bother telling him you were pregnant. If he was too stressed and busy to deal with you, the girl who’d practically been with him his entire life, he certainly couldn’t handle a baby. So, after you moved out of the bunker, you packed up and moved to a city you’d never even been to before- Denver. You moved into a small apartment, and got a decent job.

Baby Nina is now a year old, and she’s the cutest little thing. She inherited Dean’s looks, right down to the sparking green eyes. She’s beautiful.

You’re about to go into Victoria’s Secret when you see a man down the street staring at you intensely. He has brown hair and a…trench coat?

“Cas?” You say out, not believing your eyes. You haven’t seen Cas since who knows how long. It was before yours and Dean’s breakup, since he was possessed by Lucifer. Actually, now that you think of it, you have no idea how that turned out. He could still be Lucifer for all you know.

Cas is suddenly standing beside you, an unreadable expression on his face. You can tell by just looking at him that this was Cas, and not Lucifer.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you.” You hug him. He stands stiff, but wraps one arm around you after a few minutes.

“Who is this?” Cas looks down at the stroller at Nina, who is now sleeping peacefully.

“Oh. This…” You trail off. There’s no point in lying. “This is my daughter.”

“And she’s Dean’s?”

“Please don’t tell him.” You beg. “He left, it was his choice. He left me.”

“Y/N…”

“Cas, promise me.”

“I… I promise.” Cas sighs.

-

After the encounter with Castiel, you went back to your apartment quickly. That blast into the past was enough for you for the day. It brought back memories you thought you had put behind you.

Nina had just fallen asleep in her crib for the night, so you were finally free to do whatever. You walk into your kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. God knows you need one. You walk over to your living room, turning on the TV to watch whatever was on. Anything would do right now, you just wanted to escape your mind.

You were getting really into the trashy reality TV show that was playing when it happened. He showed up. There was a knocking on the door, and you didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. It was probably just your landlord.

You opened the door, and there he was. Dean. You hadn’t seen him since that night. He hasn’t aged one bit, if anything, he looks better. He looks younger, less stressed than he was before. He looked amazing. Of course he did. He’s Dean.

“Cas ratted me out, didn’t he?” You were the first to speak.

“Can I meet her?” He says quietly. You nodded, and let him inside.

You walk him into her bedroom, and he audibly gasps when he sees her. He walks slowly over to her crib, as if he walked any faster a bomb would go off. He takes her hand in his, and a soft smile grows on his face.

“She looks like me.” He whispers. It was dark in the room, but you could swear you saw a tear fall down his cheek.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna give you some time.” Your voice comes out shakier than you were wanting, and you exit the room. You walk over to your couch, and sit down shakily. You have no idea what you’re going to tell him.

A few minutes later, Dean comes out of her bedroom. He looks hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He says, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“I was going to. The night you left me.” You whisper. “But then after that… You couldn’t handle being a father. You were dealing with Amara, for God’s sake.”

“I’m so sorry.” He says, taking you by surprise. Why was he sorry? “I shouldn’t have done that. I let everything that was happening leak into my relationship with you. I messed up. This is all my fault. And now I have a daughter that I don’t even know because of it.” He choked out.

“Dean, its fine. I was mad at first, but seriously, I’ve let it go. I understand now.” You say truthfully.

“Y/N, I still love you, you know that right?” Dean says, a serious look on his face. “After everything was fixed, you were the one person I wanted to come to. But I thought that I couldn’t. I couldn’t face you, not after what I did. I’m hurting, Y/N, I need you. I need to be there for Nina.”

“Dean…”

“I love you so much. You’re it- you’re it for me. You and Nina. You’re my life now. Please, let me be here for you. If you can ever forgive me.”

“I forgave you a long time ago.” A weak smile on your face forms. “I love you too.”

Dean kisses you, so softly that you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you. You bring your hands around his head, bringing him in closer. You missed this, you missed him.

“You’re my it, too, Dean.”

Snowed In: Part 2

Originally posted by t-h-e-h-i-p-s-t-e-r

Part 1

Summary: Reader and Chris are best friends. They get snowed in at the readers family’s cabin and feelings begin to surface for the reader. 

Word Count: 1626

Warning: SMUTTY SMUT

Author’s Note: This a continuation based off this ask. And thank you to @theycallmebecca for being such an awesome beta and fixing my drunk typos.

“What ya doing there, baby?”

Your eyes flew open and you immediately froze.

“Don’t stop on my account. Looks like you were enjoying yourself. Was I interrupting something?” Chris smirked, raising an eyebrow at you as he stood up walking towards you.

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Sass Queen Pt. 2

Part 1: x

Word count: 646

All your friends are getting drunk on the Pit to celebrate they’re now Dauntless members. Unlike them, you brought a single bottle to the Chasm, drinking it while you hear the water rushing down there. It reminds you of the day you were told about what happens when you get too old here. You don’t think about this, actually, is hard to think about anything else but Eric.

“I thought you’d celebrate. Second place is something rare for a little girl like you.”

“Goodnight, Dauntless leader.” You happily declare, a smirk on your face. “May I ask what you want?”

“Four came to tell me that if I ask you out, you’d say yes.” He comes to stand beside you, looking down at the water. “I want to know if that’s true.”

“So he did tell you that.” You turn your face to him. “You took too long, don’t you think?”

“It’s forbidden for a Leader to get involved with an initiate.”

“Since when you follow the rules?”

“Since I noticed it tortured you.”

“Tortured me?” Eric is unbelievable. Of course, he just got worse with you, teasing with words and even some touches. You did your best to cover your desire, but now you see it was useless.

“I would invite you to take a drink but I heard you speaking with your friends about walking around the city.”

“I like being outside, feeling the wind touching my skin.” Smiling sensually, you run your fingers through the tattoos on his arm.

“Meet here tomorrow at eight.”

“Maybe.” You leave a soft, slow kiss on the corner of his mouth, swinging our hips while you walk away.


You’re late and you know it. You want to make him wait. When you finally get there, you stop on your tracks. Eric’s holding a single red rose, and he hands it to you when you get closer. The gesture surprises you since Eric is all about being rough and never being romantic. You take the rose, a shy smile on your lips.

“This is unexpected.”

“What?”

“The rose. You’re not…”

“Romantic?” He interrupts you, kissing your cheek. “I’ve heard that you like romantic.”

“I don’t want you to pretend to be something you’re not.”

“I’m not pretending. Just promise me you won’t tell anyone that I’m actually a nice guy.”

“Okay.” Giving another step closer to him, you kiss the corner of his lips. “Let’s go.”


The air is fresh and the soft wind plays with your hair. Eric’s holding your hand while you walk through the empty streets. Is better than you expected. Eric is better than you expected. You’re happy to find the man behind the metal mask he wears everywhere he goes. Right now, he’s not a Leader, he’s just Eric.

“So, sass queen, how’s gonna be your life now?”

“Sass Queen?” You ask, stopping and resting your back against a dark green wall.

“That’s the nickname I gave you.”

“I like it.” Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pull him to you, so his body is pressed against yours. “Worst part of initiation was to never be allowed to kiss you.”

“Just kiss me?”

“I don’t want to go too fast. I’m romantic, remember? ” You whisper, crushing your lips to his on a passionate kiss. The feeling of his strong, muscular body on yours almost makes you forget about the romantic thing.

“If you want slow, we’ll go slow. Apparently, you’re the queen here.”

“I’ll be the queen and you’ll be the king.” With a smile on your face, you jump in his arms, and Eric quickly picks you up bridal style. “Now my King can carry his Queen back home.”

“We’re perfect for each other.” He slowly walks back to the Dauntless compound, a laugh escaping his lips.

“I know it very well, handsome man.”

“Of course you do, sexy woman.”



And that’s how it always goes.
He shatters not only your heart but also your soul and mind and abandons you in the most awful way, and you’re the one who goes crawling back to him with what’s left of your broken body, but his door is locked.
That’s how it always goes; you send him three messages in a row and they remain unanswered, as if you were the heartless bitch who did something terrible when in reality he should be the one filling your inbox with apologies and saturating your answerphone with desperate pleas.
That’s how it always goes; he’s the one who mistreated you and he won’t say a word to you again as if he was the victim, and you, who should be happy he’s gone and cursing him with all you’ve got, gently stroke the bruises he left on your soul, and you ask for more, and you beg him to take you back.
But that’s how it always goes; now I know what Stockholm Syndrome is all about.
—  Stockholm Syndrome

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can u imagine back when they were in the academy and fitz getting a little too drunk one night and mumbling something about his da but jemma doesn’t let him go any further because he’s drunk and not thinking straight and she just tucks him in and makes sure he sleeps 

and then months later, she beams at him and tells him he’s the most brilliant person she’s ever met and the only other person that’s ever told him that is his mum and a handful of teachers but somehow its so much different hearing it from her because he values her opinion and thinks she’s the smartest person he’s ever met. so later when they’re holed up in one of their bunks he tells her all about his dad after a drink or two (nothing that intoxicates him like it was the first time, but its enough of liquid courage) and after he’s done speaking - she wouldn’t dare interrupt him - she just looks him straight in the eye and she tells him no one is ever going to talk to him or about him like that again. and he takes it for what it is, an empty promise, but jemma means it and she holds onto that every time he gets down on himself and takes it as a personal offence every time someone doesn’t give fitz the credit he deserves

papa fitz, boi, u better hope u never meet jemma simmons cause she will end you.

Why I’m happy with wish realm Hook and wish realm Neal

Guys I’m going to be honest, I was extremely unhappy when I watched 6x10 and saw that Neal was made into a hero with his painting on the wall. I was really fed up and it didn’t make sense. So secretly, I was hoping that when 6x11 happens, we would get some lovely wish realm Captain Swan moments of Emma being the princess and her meeting Hook as a prince or something like that. Unfortunately, that wasn’t to be the case. As we all know, Hook is being displayed as an old man with a beer belly, and probably a drunk. At first, I was shocked and I saw a lot of complaints from CS fans and a lot of people were also fine with it. I was in the middle…I really wanted handsome, prince style hook in this wish realm but I also am excited to see funny Hook and funny Captain Swan here. I mean seriously, we have been lacking in funny Captain Swan moments. But nevertheless, I was still upset Neal was displayed as a hero, and Hook like this in the wish realm….

THEN IT HIT ME SUDDENLY…

Adam & Eddy are not stupid like some CS people might be thinking right now….

THEY ARE ACTUALLY GENIUSES AND HERE IS WHY…

This is a WISH REALM. Which means it is the OPPOSITE OF EVERYTHING TO REALITY. Neal was displayed as a HERO, got his own painting even in this wish realm. Hook is displayed as an OLD drunk with a beer belly. I will repeat…THIS IS THE WISH REALM. So what does this mean for reality? It means the opposite. 

NEAL IS NOT A HERO IN REALITY (which he wasn’t), AND HOOK IS NOT AN OLD DRUNK WITH A BEER BELLY IN REALITY (which he actually isn’t). What Adam & Eddy have done ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE. They are displaying the characters opposite to who they really are. I mean look at how they displayed Emma in the wish realm? I really didn’t like it…she was weak and had no backbone. The REAL Emma is badass and doesn’t take anybody’s nonsense! So like I said above, ADAM & EDDY ARE ACTUALLY CLEVER WRITERS WHO ARE JUST DOING WHAT MAKES SENSE. It would theoretically have been worse if Hook was displayed as a gentleman in the wish realm cause that would imply he actually wasn’t one in real life. We also must NOT forget that this whole wish realm seemed to be made up by the Evil Queen. So of course she would change people’s characteristics (like Emma’s) to suit HERSELF. THIS WAS NOT EMMA’S WISH REALM, THIS WAS REGINA’S WISH REALM. So of course she would find much satisfaction making Emma weak, making Neal a hero (who hurt Emma more than can be said) and making Hook an old drunk (who is Emma’s true love). It all makes sense now to me. 

Maybe some of you already saw it this way and are still mad at how things are being portrayed and that’s cool. I just wanted to share this with you cause it’s helped me to look forward to the episode much more now.

You’re Fine - Finn Bálor

A/N: WOW IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE WROTE, BUT Y’KNOW, I APOLOGIZED. HERE’S SOMETHING TO HELP YOU!

Request: Can you do a one shot when Finn takes care of drunk y/n? Btw love your work:)

Originally posted by msgem

“Alright, come on, love.” Finn breathed out, pulling you along with him. “Wooooow, that party was lit!” You insisted, still on your high. The feelings of excitement were still coursing through your body and you had no idea where you were headed. All you knew was that a familiar Irish accent was in your ear and a pair of strong arms were tightened around your body to ensure you didn’t spill out onto the sidewalk. A chuckle erupted from Finn’s chest, deep and rough. You had spent your night a little too recklessly. You intended to celebrate on a recent accomplishment at work and decided to ask Finn to attend. Thankfully you did or else you didn’t know exactly where you would be come the morning.

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You were the blood supplier for a while now. Had it really already been five years since your father had passed away? Before he did, he had told you how he really had gotten all the money with.

Vampires were real and they needed blood, so they payed well. Different blood types, females, males, drunk or on drugs? It seemed like they all had different taste, not that you could tell.

It had been your dad’s business and you needed the money for your mother, who still didn’t really know what you were doing.

There was only one problem with this job.
Raphael. You always had had an eye on the vampire, even before he became the leader of them. But business wasn’t easy when your heart fasted every time you saw him.

He clearly could hear it, every time you brought a new delivery, but he never said something. But he wasn’t as grumpy as he seemed to be with the others around him. Even told a joke once or twice. You enjoyed his company, knowing that you probably weren’t more to him, then a big supply of blood. 


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Late Night, Lafayette x Reader

Prompt: Lafayette + Coming home drunk + Flirting/Fluff - @thatdepends-whosasking

Words: 305

Author’s Note: Quick little fic in honor of Daveed’s exit from the show today.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption.

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A knock on your door at an ungodly hour usually had something to do with your husband.

You should have expected to be woken up when your husband said he would be spending the night with his friends at the local tavern. There he was, barely being supported by Hercules and Laurens, who were both much more sober than your incapacitated husband.

“Sorry.” They said sheepishly in unison. You rolled your eyes, brushing off their apology and gesturing for them to come in. You led them to your bedroom, where he was plopped face down onto the bed.

“Thanks for bringing him home safe. Will you two be alright on your own? You could take the guest rooms?” They insisted they would be fine, and took their leave with one last look at your intoxicated husband.

You went through your usual routine of stripping his clothes and replacing them with his night clothes. Halfway through the undressing process he found some of his wits. At least, enough to make a pass at you.

“I haven’t even said anything and you’re already undressing me?”

“You’re drunk.” You reminded him.

“Dunk in love.” He drawled, swinging his arms in an attempt to catch you in his grasp. You swatted his arms away as best as you could, but eventually he got a hold of you, pulling you as close as he could to his chest.

“Gilbert-”

“Shh, just let me hold you.” He murmured, smoothing down your hair with his fidgeting hand, “You are the most beautiful thing in this world, mon amour.” He looked down at you, grinning more brightly than you had ever seen him before, “I love you more than anything else.”

“I love you too, Gilbert.” You giggled as he intertwined your legs with his.

“And I’m the luckiest man because of it.”

Phan in Songs
  • 2009: I Think I'm In Love, Paparazzi, Can't Help Falling In Love, Skin, Blank Space, Love Story
  • 2010-2011: Arms, Youth, Teenage Dream, Iris, Talk Me Down, Just The Way You Are
  • 2012: True Love, Hello, Say Something, Better In Time, Wrecking Ball, Stitches, Fools, Love The Way You Lie, Impossible, Wildest Dreams, I Knew You Were Trouble, Talking To The Moon, Skinny Love
  • 2013: Sad Song, Up, Little Did You Know, We Found Love, Lay Me Down, Kids Aren't Alright, Count On Me, When We Were Young
  • 2014-2015: Jealous, Friends, Steal My Girl, Secret Love Song, Unconditionally, Like I'm Gonna Lose You, Drunk In Love
  • 2016: Seven Years, Say You Won't Let Go, For Him, I Was Here, Photograph, How Long Will I Love You, Mine, Hold My Hand
  • 2017 *so far*: Marry You, Yuri On Ice (Single), Young And Beautiful, Turning Page, Thousand Years, Dear Future Husband, All Of Me, Thinking Out Loud
imagine:

given that the 25th came on a Sunday, and the 26th is on Monday, the whole Russian squad (minus Yurio cause, minor) celebrate Viktor and Georgi’s birthdays and wind up really hung over at the viktuuri apartment with Yakov expecting them to show up for training that day anyway 

and they all get really annoyed at both Yuris cause Yurio is fine of course, he didn’t drink alcohol the day before, but Yuuri is acting as if he had not drunk the entire team under the table just that morning at like 2 a.m which is when everyone just, clunked for the night. Sure none of them were sober at all but Yuuri was the one person left still on his feet by that point and as incoherent as he was he still remembered to drag Viktor to bed and let the rest have some pillows or something.

Viktor comes to himself before Mila and Georgi but he is still half proud/half pissed that his fiance is just out there in the rink like nothing happened the night before and that he lost his record of “best drinker” on his birthday night.

When Mike Needs To Talk To His GF Drunk
  • Mike: Wait, wait, wait! I gotta text my girlfriend!
  • Ash: Dude, no! Why don't you just call her?
  • Mike: i cAN'T DO THAT! THEN SHE'LL KNOW SOMETHING'S UP! I'LL JUST TELL HER THE TRUTH!
  • Rosita: You can't tell her that you were at a bar getting drunk!
  • Mike: yeAH I CAN! WE'RE COOL, I CAN TELL HER ANYTHING! SHE'S NOT LIKE YOUR OLD MAN!
  • Gunter: Just lie!
  • Mike: nO!
  • Johnny: LIE!
  • Mike: NO!
  • Buster: Are you that honest?
  • Mike: NO, I JUST WON'T REMEMBER THE LIE!