#TW: Drug mention

[pileofmush]

luffy is for the sad, pathetic, touch-starved bitches. the ones who shiver at the mere brush of skin. who wince whenever their friends go in for hugs, unsure of where to put their arms. the ones who are so, so aware of their proximity to others. so careful not to brush fingers when walking side to side with a peer, or when handing a pencil to a friend, because they’re sure that one affectionate squeeze of the arm could leave their innards a puddle at their feet, creeping toward the nearest drain.

when you meet luffy, you think he’s one to be admired, not touched. you see the way he infects everyone around him with his reckless abandon. hanging off shoulders and dragging people to and fro. his crewmates are used to it. they scoff and wiggle under his weight for show: for there’s a sense of relief when monkey d. luffy has his eyes on you. you can tell in the automatic decompression of their shoulders, in the languid way they turn to him—saplings curving toward the sun. 

you see it, and you envy it. respect it. respect him. but that’s the extent of your thoughts on the matter.

you never considered that he would turn his sights on you. 

but he does. 

he picks you up like you’re something shiny, holds you up to the light and squints. and whatever he finds must be satisfying, because after that, he doesn’t put you down. 

it overwhelms you, at first. he tugs on your cheek at the sight of a frown, like you’re the one made of rubber, and your heart does a funny jig that’s actually not funny at all. he pokes you in the ribcage to grab your attention, and ignores you when you try to tell him that a verbal cue would work just as well. he grabs your hand, instinctively twining your fingers, and pulls you along when you stop in your tracks.

and you feel—you feel like a puddle. be careful your mind warns, or you’ll slip.

but luffy’s there to catch you when you fall.

and that’s what’s so terrible about him, you think. he’s the question and the answer. 

and he’s burrowed himself under your skin. 

how foolish of him to touch you so casually and expect you not to revel in it. not to crave his pokes and his prods more than you crave air. how foolish of him to drape himself over you like a weighted blankie and not expect you to desire him by your side, always, to keep the cold at bay. he’s a fool and you’re a pauper.

but, sometimes, you think he knows what he does to you. he has to. oh, how he’ll laugh when he catches you staring at his hands. bound over until he’s right in front of you, place a thumb under your chin and tilt until your gaze meets his. his eyes are dark, but so, so bright. you want to look away. you don’t. 

everything is so easy for him. it's unnerving. he plops his head in your lap one day with a carefree grin. you still—hold your breath like a child playing hide and seek. he cracks open an eye, like he can read your thoughts. or maybe he can just feel you tremble.

“what’s wrong?”

you rack your brain for an answer he could understand. “what do you want me to do?” you hedge. 

luffy furrows his brows. “whatever you want,” he says.

“no, i mean—where do you want me to touch?” 

he shrugs. “wherever you want.”

and you feel—you feel like you want to run your hands over every inch of his skin until you have a mental map of his body you could navigate through touch alone. you want to put him in your mouth. you want to inhale him like a drug, want him to burn the back of your throat 'til it stings. you want… him. 

you settle for caressing his jawline. tracing the slope of his nose. his eyes flutter shut, and you pause, but he grabs your hand and plants it firmly on his face. and it feels, it feels like you’re the question and he’s the answer. it feels like maybe, just maybe, you’re okay with becoming a puddle of a person, for him. 

[ninjasmudge]

that bull clone just lives like that now

[treason-and-plot]

Joël: So when are you off to Paris?

Roy: (heavy sigh) Early Saturday morning.

Joël: Why are you acting like you’re being sent to the guillotine?”

Roy: I dunno. All this drama with Anya and her family is bringing me down. And on top of everything else Sonia’s being a total bitch and not letting me see the kids before we go. This hasn’t been a great week, dude. Normally I’d go and see Crystal and all my stress would disappear but thanks to Anya’s dickhead father I can’t even do that. Fuck. I need a new coping mechanism. Do you know where I can get any coke?

Joël: Geez, dude. Ever consider that your coping mechanisms may be more problematic than your actual problems?

Roy: I thought that was kind of the whole point?

[beefrobeefcal]

For the Stars feat. Dieter Bravo

Summary: Dieter got clean.

Character: Dieter Bravo | Rating: Teen but still MDNI | Word Count: 853

Content Warnings: discussions of drug and alcohol use/abuse, mentions of self sabotage, intervention, su*cide, crying, AA/NA meeting (it is not specified which), mention of an existential crisis, loss of hope, rock bottom, absent father

Author's Notes: for my beloved @bitchesuntitled; you are a treasure i am so glad i get to marvel at every day. kudos to you + the journey you are on that I'm honored to witness. You've got this by the balls, baby!

Thank you to @jennaispunk for their eyes and encouragement.

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Why did Dieter Bravo get sober? He has an answer, but he cringes when he’s reminded of it. 

Sure, he’s answered this question in interviews and the like, but the answers were half-truths or full lies. His son was born. He hit rock bottom. He was uninsurable. He was arrested. There was an intervention…

The part about the son was true, but not the part about him getting him clean. The kid had already started kindergarten when Dieter went to rehab last. He was a father in name only; the only evidence that proved this was a fact was the court-ordered monthly chunk of cash that moved from his bank account to his son’s mother’s and that the boy shared his nose. Beyond that, the boy and he were strangers, and would more than likely remain so until he turned eighteen and sought Dieter out.  And it didn’t seem likely.

Rock bottom in life was only a myth to Dieter. Every time he thought he found it, there was another layer below it, waiting to receive him and let him keep falling. He was convinced that ‘rock bottom’ was the bottom of a casket and you had to be dead to hit it. He hadn’t made it that far yet, despite his numerous - some intentional and some not - attempts to get there, and he knew that until he hit it, the fall was continuous… until you grabbed on.

The last job he took before his final stint in rehab was short-lived. It was a six episode arc on some primetime bullshit cop drama and it lasted a whole 32 minutes. That was the time between the call to say he was hired and the next to say he was fired. The show runner called him, legal caught wind that it was Dieter who was hired and informed production that he was far too great a risk to get any kind of assurance or insurance, the show runners had a meeting and one of the lower ranking assistants to the assistant of the executive producer called him back to tell him they weren’t going to need him. That wasn’t a wake up call. That was another reason to keep swallowing pills and whiskey and shooting up in his bathtub.

His arrest didn’t even make the front page news. It was a small, linked article near the bottom of another random news story and because they didn’t care, Dieter didn’t either. Despite the court ordered drug and alcohol counselling that came as a result, he didn’t stop. He paid anyone who said they were clean to piss in a bottle and he would pass the drug tests with flying colours. Dieter was spiraling in a free fall and he was so numb to it, he didn’t even notice.

And yes, there was an intervention. Apparently it was in a nice room in a nice hotel and they’d even had it nicely catered. Dieter didn’t go. Once he was told his sister was in town, he knew what was happening and he took off for a bender in another state with strangers who told him they recognized him but in reality they just knew he had money to burn. His sister never forgave him for that and still to this day hasn’t taken his calls or returned his messages.

But even with all this, Dieter was now sober. Clean. Dry. Straight edge. Square. Whatever anyone called it, Dieter was it. He was here, back in the basement of the church on 65th, to tell his story. And he felt a certain responsibility to tell everyone there the huge secret to getting and keeping sober - the core memory that changed his life and adjusted his course for the better. As he listened to the others, one at time, go to the front of the room and tell their story, he mulled over how to not have to tell them the irrational truth he’d been too embarrassed to share.

He’d wandered out one night into his yard and looked up at the sky. It was, ironically enough, a sobering moment, realizing just how insignificant he was compared to deep back inky sky above and the sporadic stars dotting it. He then remembered a fact about stars, as he stood drunk, chin up and gawking at the sky. Because of how far those stars were from the earth, by the time their light shimmered above him at that moment, those stars were dead. The dead stars still shimmered for him. Their light made it to him and he couldn’t even thank them for keeping him company. He sat on grass a sad, drunk, broken, lonely man, only comforted by a twinkling sky, and Dieter wept. 

In truth, Dieter got sober for the stars. 

He looks up to the front of the room as the chairperson nods to him. Dieter makes his way to the front of the room and smiles at the others in their chairs. Dieter was going to tell them the truth.

“Hi. My name is Dieter and I’m an addict. Today, I am five years clean...”

[pastafossa]

So I have/had two packages coming to me in the exact same period. A candle that shipped about 10 days ago via USPS, and shoes that shipped 2 days ago via Fedex. And it's hilariously just been like

USPS, taking a drag off a cigarette: right so we'll get that candle to your city, then over the course of 5 days we're gonna send it to a city 45 mins away, back to you, then to a city 2 hours away, back to you, then BACK to the 2 hour city, back to you, then we're gonna take a benzo nap for a 3 more days, maybe send your candle back to the city 2 hours away if we feel like it.

Me: ...oh. ok.

Meanwhile.

Fedex, snorting 6 lines of coke: so your shoes are in VIETNAM, gonna have those to ya in 2 days.

Me: but I - I didn't order expedited shipping or anything, how are you gonna get them to me in 2-

Fedex, bursting out of my kitchen cupboard in a puff of cocaine powder: SURPRISE BITCH, WE'RE ALREADY INSIDE YOUR HOUSE, FOUND A SPIDER, ATE THAT LITTLE BITCH ALIVE, ANYWAY GOT YOUR FUCKING DINO SKELLY SHOES HERE YA GO

Me: ...why the FUCK are you naked ????

Fedex, already streaking out of my house: SADDLE UP BITCHES WE'RE GOING TO NEW ZEALANDDDDDDD

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷ now playing

Frances: Did you invite all of these people? Dan: Not really, but it’s fine. They’re supplying all the good shit. Mi casa es tu casa.

Frances: Like hell it is! The neighbors are gonna be so pissed- Hey watch the piano!

Dan: Frances. Chill. Have a drink, smoke a joint. Tranquilo tranquilo.

Frances: Hmm okay, but you’re cleaning up tomorrow.

Dan: Fine by me queen.

Frances: [ phone dings ] Oh my god, he actually came! I’ll be back.

Dan: That’s the guy?! Bitch he’s hot!!!

Kai: I see why she works so much. I’d do the same like yes sir. I’ll wipe anyone's ass for you.

Dan: I’m WEAK!

Frances: You made it.

Icarus: I promised you I’d be here, didn’t I?

Frances: Ah, yeah! I wanted to introduce you to some people if that’s cool.

Icarus: Lead the way.

Frances: Icarus. Dan. Dan. Icarus. Icarus. Kai.

Kai: Dude, what kind of introduction is that?

Icarus: [ snorts ]

Kai: Hey man, I just wanted to say, you’re really attractive.

Frances: JESUS KAI-

Kai: Someone hotboxed the bathroom earlier and I’m pretty sure I’m high. Can’t feel my cheeks.

Icarus: High Kai. 

Kai: I like him. 

Frances: Wonderful. [ mutters ] Kill me.

Dan: So you’re the reason why my girlfriend comes home late.

Icarus: Girlfriend? 

Dan: Yeah, you got a problem with the LGBT?

Icarus: No. No! 

Frances: Dan- Please don’t listen to her, we are very much friends. Guys, shut up.

Dan: Anyways, Icarus, our friend is silencing us so it was nice meeting you.

Icarus: Likewise.

Frances: Come on. I’ll show you around.

Icarus: Okay.

Dan: Hmm.. Do you think he likes her?

Kai: Definitely. I wouldn’t be surprised if they kissed already.

Dan: Oh they have. 

Kai: What?! [ giggles ] Oh my god, scandalous...

Kai: Speaking of scandalous… Who invited him?

Dan: Me, because he is still our friend. Be nice.

Dan: Hey loser- And girl? Hello. 

Syx: Sup. Y’all got a bathroom?

Dan: Imagine if I said no.

Syx: And then you point to a shrub.

Dan: PFFT! It’s right behind you.

Syx: Thank you!! 

Kai: I’m gonna grab a drink, want anything?

Dan: I’m good, be safe, drink water.

Kai: I’ll think about it.

Dan: Welcome to my apartment.

Ares: Nice, although I can’t see much due to the enormous crowd.

Dan: Honestly, I don’t know half of these people.

Ares: [ laughs ] Then how did they all get here?

Dan: I might’ve invited a bunch of people and used the phrase, invite your friends.

Ares: That’ll do it.

[doueverwonder]

Florida: you weren't always like this, what happened?

California: Excuse me?

Florida: I mean you used to be close enough to Normal we would hang out!

California: ?? when???

Florida: Like the whole sixties and seventies.

California: ... oh

California, sarcastic: sorry I swore off hallucinogenics and joining religions made up of 15 people who swear their friend Brad saw god in the desert.

Florida: you should be!

California: I swear-

[greyhoundone]

[incorrect-star-allies]

Taranza: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.

[starysky1289]

Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. Meeting.

TW: Drug Mention, Non-Con, Dub-Con, alcohol, toxic relationship

Note: L/N = Last name

The air was turning crisp from the Chang of seasons, you were bundled up in a fuzzy blue sweater your grandma had made you as a collage gift. The campus was huge, you had to speed walk to make it to your English Class.

You entered the large building, heading to your normal classroom, sitting in your usual spot, pulling out your books. You felt someone push behind you, and heard them settle next to you. The bell rung, and the professor walked up to the front of the class, clearing his throat.

“ good evening class. We have a new student in our class, but most certainly not new to the school. Ms.Shelly, why don’t you introduce yourself, I’m sure you don’t need one though. “

Your teacher slightly pointed up near you, looking over it was the person who sat next to your. She was a taller girl, with pale skin and thick blonde locks. She glared down at the professor, she had the iciest blue eyes you had seen.

“ my names Vanessa Shelly, I’m a Law Major, and newly elected president of Kappa Theta, surprisingly the only Sorority house in this stupid college. “

Her voice echoed in the hall, your heart raced, she was strong, intimidating, and beautiful. The Professor scoffed, heading to his desk.

“ it’s good we only have one, we can hardly keep your in control “

“ Watch your mouth. I’ll say some shit you didn’t even know where words. “

Vanessa barked down, before sitting down silently. The professor ignored her, and put the day’s assignments on the white board, it was just some reading and writing, nothing bad. You pulled out your notebook, and flipped through the pages, going back to your short story page, carefully writing your make it fluent.

You hummed, before feeling a nudge on your shoulder. Looking over, it was Vanessa.

“ so. What are we supposed to be doing? “

“ oh, we’re writing our short stories, do you want help with yours? “

“ oh it’s the free period here too? Sweet. “

Vanessa leaned back in her seat, and began to scroll through her phone. You akwardly chuckled, looking back at her.

“ well, uhm no. If you need help I’d be happy too- “

“ don’t. I only do shit if it’s important, like a quiz. “

She side eyed you, before smirking.

“ your pretty cute for a nerd. What’s ya name. “

“ O-Oh! Y/N, Y/N L/N. Why are you in an English class if you’re a law major? “

“ needed the credits. God you are gorgeous~ “

Vanessa held your chin, chuckling slightly. You couldn’t help but blush, feeling yourself grow hot.

“ She’s also my Star Pupil, so I’d be happy if you didn’t infect her “

The professor called up. Embarrassed, you tried to pull back, but Vanessa kept her hold, pulling you even closer.

“ Mind your fucking business asshole. You’re fucking lucky I show up. “

He didn’t even attempt to respond. Vanessa turned her attention back to you, her eyes half lidded, but glistening in the light.

“ Kappa Theta is holding an opening party later, anyone who’s interested to join is welcome. Why don’t you stop by, I’m sure you’d be a delight to have there~ “

“ N-no I couldn’t, I’m not into that stuff. “

“ but your into my stuff, i saw you looking at me..what, do I look good? “

You blushed again, and Vanessa laughed, letting you go. You turned back to your assignment, trying to write again. Vanessa slid you over a small peice of paper with the adress.

“ cmon, dress pretty, you’ll have a amazing time baby~ “

You nodded, finally able to settle down and finish your assignment you were already planning what you should wear, not that you had anything like she wore, but you’d make an attempt.

*~*

You showed up to the address,you could hear the music already blaring from inside the white and pink house. You tugged on your white blouse, and fixing your black legging, before knocking on the door.

The door swung open, a shorter blonde greeted you.

“ heyyy, welcome to Kappa Theta. Names Caroline. Who invited you? “

“ oh uh, hi. I’m Y/N..Vanessa Shelly Invited me. She gave me the address in our English class “

The girl turned around into the house.

“ Hey Nessa! Your English girl is hereee “

You looked into the house, watching as the tall blonde stumbled into the mud room of the house, looking up at you.

“ Y/N~ come on in, I’ve been waiting for you. “

You smiled, nodding at Caroline before heading in, wiping you feet and walking up to Vanessa.

“ hi Vanessa..I hope this is alright, it’s one of the nicest outfits I have. “

“ god don’t you look adorable, I love it. Cmon, you’re my special guest tonight, you can hang out with me. “

Vanessa lead you into the living room, it was a rather large room, two couches, one on each side of the room, a large TV that was playing some sports game, and a few coffee tables that you supposed had been moved around. Vanessa sat down on the larger of the two couches, patting the spot next to her for you to sit.

You sat down next to her, and she pulled you into her, playing with your hair while she watched the party. Vanessa was rather…handsy, but you didn’t mind too much.

“ do you want a drink sweetheart? We practically have every alcohol on earth. “

“ uhm, maybe just a high noon? I’m not too worried about flavor. “

“ HEY, GET MY GIRL A HIGH NOON “

You jumped slightly when Vanessa shouted into the kitchen, a red headed man came out and tossed you the can. You opened it and drank slowly. The room around you blared with music, and lights flashed. It was rather overstimulating, but you stayed quiet. Suddenly, a girl walked up to you two, fidgeting akwardly.

“ h-hey Vanessa do you..got it? “

“ how much you got? “

Vanessa rustled through her purse, the girl infront of you pulled out a wad of cash.

“ Y/N will you count that for me real quick please? “

You nodded, taking the cash, counting quickly, it was all one’s.

“ 50 bucks. “

“ you fucking with me Cindy? “

You looked back up at the girl, Cindy. Her eyes pleaded, you where concerned on what they where taking about, and what she was even trying to buy.

“ your lucky I got a little something. But next time it won’t be this cheep. “

Vanessa tossed a very small bag to Cindy, you could see a loose white powder inside and gasped. When the girl left, you stared at Vanessa.

“ was that crack? “

“ yeah. “

“ You a law major?? Trying to be a lawyer?? “

Vanessa held your chin again, giving you that smile you fell for before.

“ don’t worry about it, no one ever finds out…cmon..relax, it’s a party after all. “

You went quiet, drinking your alcohol again. A horde of girls led into the living room by Caroline,you felt Vanessa grip on your shoulders tighten, and you could see here eyes darken.

“ Vanessa, these…lovely..group of ladies wish to enlist in our lovely sorority. “

“ I see…well..what brings you all to join? “

The girls chuckled amongst themselves, pushing one up to talk for them.

“Well, we just wanna fully enjoy college life, so why not join The Soroity. Is there some initiation or something? “

Vanessa chuckled, standing up. Your stomach twisted with what she’d do, but she seemed so polite, she wouldn’t hurt them, right?

“ yeah, here. “

Vanessa lead the girls into the kitchen, you quickly got up and follow them. Vanessa bent down behind her kitchen island, pulling out 4 bottles of scotch.

“ if yall can finish these off without cheating, you can join. Bailey, make sure you watch them. Let’s go sweetheart “

Vanessa’s tone was harsh, and you followed her back to the couch, sitting with her again. You stomach twisted at the thought of drinking that much scotch.

“ are you gonna make me do that? “

“ no, never! You’re my honorary member, besides, those girls won’t get past the second bottle. No one ever does. Well, no freshman does. “

Vanessa wrapped her arm around you shoulder, her other hand on your thigh. You hated to admit it, but you liked her, she was gorgeous, and she clearly liked you. You never let anyone touch you as much as she was touching you.

“ soo…Y/N…have you ever..been touched? “

Vanessa asked softly, making small circles with her finger nail on your thighs. You chuckled, glancing off.

“ no..n-not by someone else…”

“ but have you touched yourself~? “

You felt embarrassment rush through your veins, you gripped your blouse again, before letting yourself nod.

“ w-when my roommate’s not home..”

“ yeah? What do you do? You seem like you love a bit of grinding~ “

You squeezed your legs together, burring your face in your hands. You hated this feeling, but it burned in your stomach, it made you feel something, and you’ve never felt like it before.

“ aww..don’t be flustered beautiful…I haven’t had anyone else touch me either, only my own two fingers..and maybe a toy or two~ “

She pulled you closer to her, sitting you on her lap. She traced her fingers up and down your waist, eyeing your chest.

“Cmon…tell me beautiful~ “

“ I-i..I grind on my pillow when my roommate’s not there…sometimes I just m-m…masterbait..”

“ fuck..”

Vanessa pulled you in and kissed you deeply, running her fingers messily through your hair. You pulled back quickly, your heart raced from the rush of the kiss.

“ come on baby…you know you want it…I can take such good care. “

You contemplated the options, you hadn’t had such a feeling ever. You pushed yourself back into her, kissing her gently. She smirked, gripping your hips as she kissed you harder.

“ how about me and you head upstairs…let me take care of that body of yours…”

You only answered in a nod, and Vanessa was dragging you through the living room, and up the stairs. She lead you into the her room, it was painted pink, with a large bed in the middle. A white vanity was on one side, and a large cabinet on the other side, along with posters and other things around the room. She pushed you into the bed, pulling off your blouse and tossing it aside. She pulled your bra off aswell, putting it specifically on her vanity.

“ fuck..look at those tits…”

She began to fondle you, dragging her thumbs gently across each nipple. You whimpered slightly, and she laughed

“ don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you…”

She turned around and stripped off her top and bra, tossing them both near your blouse. She began to work down her skirt, before stopping, turning to you.

“ you wanna help me get these off~? “

You quickly nodded, reaching up to the waistband and slowly pulling them down, admiring her panties. She chuckled, teasingly playing with her waistband.

“ cmon L/N…these too “

You pulled them down at her, practically panting at the sight of her pussy only a few inches from your face.

“ good girl~ now let me get yours. “

Vanessa pushed you down, pulling off your leggings and panties at once. She put your panties ontop of your bra, and threw the leggings aside. Finally, you two sat in the silence of the room, starting at eachothers nude bodies.

“ well, I won’t waste anymore time. Sit still. “

Vanessa turned, digging through her vanity. You watched her grab something, and slide something up her legs. She turned around, she wore a bright pink strap. You blushed profusely, looking away entirely. Vanessa pushed you down, and kissed up your neck, biting down on your shoulders and leaving hickeys on every open part of your skin from your neck down.

“ oh so beautiful…god I’ll enjoy this…”

“ n-Nessa please be gentle…I-I’ve never taken something like this. “

She quickly covered your mouth with her palm, growling into your ear.

“ stay fucking quiet, your mine right now…the only noises I want to hear coming from you are moans. “

Vanessa held your legs open, dragging the tip through your folds, before plunging in. You let out a moan of pleasure, and immediately gripped the bedsheets. Vanessa thrusted into you, her pelvis hitting you with a wet slap.

“ god..for a fucking virgin you sure are soaking. .”

She hooked your legs over her shoulders, and thrusted into you harder, keeping her steady pace while also ruining you. Tears had already began to swell in your eyes, the size was ripping you apart, your moans were practically screams of pleasure mixed with pain.

“ v-Vanessa! Oh god I-it hurts!! I can’t do this..I can’t please s-stop! “

She ignored you, instead thrusting into you harder, faster, deeper. Her fingers gripped your waist, leaving dark bruises from the pressure, her nails leaving marks just above the bruises.

“ Fuck. Fuck your good. God you..pathetic fucking whore …”

“ Vanessa p-please!! I can’t do this please please please stop!! I can’t I can’t do this “

You felt the sting of a slap on your ass, and with a few finally aggressive thrusts, you cum. Your moans are ruined, you can hardly control your own breathing. She pulled out for a moment, panting, before grinding through your folds again.

“ n-no…please n-not again…”

“ you won’t even feel it after your third round..now be a good girl for me and shut up. “

And with a single thrust, you were moaning again, gripping to the sheets again, looking up at the face who only moments ago was looking at you with such love. It was going to be a long night.

*~*

The sun peaked through the blinds, and made you awake. You shot up, panting, holding the covered over your nude body. You could hardly remeber last night, only that you had to of been 6 rounds deep before you were absolutely screaming for her to stop. Vanessa was stil asleep next to you. You got up quickly, grabbing your phone from your leggings pocket, you missed two of your classes already, and actively late in English.

“ fuck fuck I’m dead- I’m dead- “

You turned to grab your undergarments from the vanity, but they were missing, she must of moved them somewhere. You didn’t have time to deal with that, you slowly slid the leggings and blouse back on. You could still see hickeys and bruises around you neck, you quickly turned to her cabinet, digging through and grabbing the first full hoodie you could find, throwing it on. You then slid your shoes on, and dashed out the front door, not even caring to look back.

You ran down through the campus, skidding into your English class, moments too late. The dismissal bell had rung, you had missed one of your most important classes.

“ Ms L/N. I wasn’t to shocked to see you missed. I already emailed your other professors and said you had slept in late and had gotten sick, sit. “

Your professor spoke, point towards the chair near his desk. You sat, guilt ate at you like a dog who hadn’t been fed in days.

“ you went to that party, didn’t you. “

“ she wanted me to…I didn’t know what was going to happen. “

“ what did happen, Ms L/N. “

You stayed quiet. You didn’t know what she’d do if you told, but you didn’t want to find out.

“ we know what happens. I will tell you now, Ms L/N. She is a parasite, and she has latched on. You need to stop seeing her if you have any chance off successfully graduating in three years “

“ but I just missed today! And trust me I’m really sorry, but it won’t happen again, I promise! “

Your professor stood up sighing, heading towards the door to let you go.

“ you have a bright future, don’t let her ruin it. Have a good day Y/N, you are excused from the rest of the classes. “

You got up and walked out, she couldn’t be that bad, right? Sure, she was a bit aggressive last night, but she was drunk and into it.

You made your way back to your dorm room, stopping suddenly, Vanessa and another girl stood infront of the dorm building chatting. She must of woke up when you left earlier.

“ Oh, Y/N, there are are…in my 80 dollar hoodie. “

You went quiet, trying to walk through them. She grabbed you by the hood, pulling you into her.

“ you took my virginity last night, i think the hoodie is a good trade off. “

You mutter, they both burst out laughing. Vanessa held your face, kissing you gently, you felt her put something around your wrist. Looking down, it was a bright pink scrunchie

“ here you go~ now you’ll wear this everywhere you go, and everyone will know your mine~ “

“ y-yours? “

“ well yeah. You’re my pretty little girlfriend now..we’re going out to lunch later so I can show you off to everyone…you’ll be good and come, won’t you~? “

You swallowed the air in your lungs, and nodded. Vanessa smirked, and let you go. You hurried to your dorm room, and threw off the hoodie. The scrunchie felt like a chain on your wrist. You were hers, like she said last night.

You’d make it work. Shed get better, everything would be alright.

[harveywritings92]

[P1 for context}

[Ghost is coming down from the ‘magic’ smoothie, he’s not as rowdy as he was before but is still acting pretty goofy. Anyway, he and R/n are taking a shower together. (He was convinced that stall was shrinking and wouldn’t go in without R/n, his doped up logic was if there’s two people in the stall together, then stall won’t shrink). Anyway, Ghost helping R/n wash her hair.]

Ghost: You know, you have the perfect head. Like, your skull.

R/n: Um… thanks?

Ghost: No, really. It’s just the right shape. I just wanna… *snuggles her head*

R/n: Tell ya what, Si, If I ever die? I’ll leave it to you in my will.

Ghost: Yes!

{Needless to say Ghost was freaking mortified as he’s being retold these event by R/n.]

[artofdeductionbysholmes]

Hello there Mr Holmes. I heard that apparently you used to do drugs but you've been clean for a few years now? That's epic :D

Do you possibly have any words of advice for a 15yo currently 6 months clean from opioids? I can't really go to any of the adults around me, as they're not too aware and it's a surefire way of getting in trouble.

Hello.

I am uncertain where you acquired such information, but it holds truth. Yes, there was a time when I turned to cocaine and occasional morphine to stimulate my mind and alleviate boredom. However, I've been clean for several years now.

First, let me congratulate you on your perseverance. Staying six months clean from opioids (or any substance), especially at your age, is a tremendous achievement. Your strength and determination are admirable, and you have every reason to be proud.

Managing your recovery without the immediate support of those around you presents challenges, but it is a challenge that can be overcome. Here are some points to consider:

Establishing a daily routine is crucial to managing cravings and triggers, providing stability and normalcy.

Stimulate your mind with engaging activities. Find hobbies that capture your interest and keep you occupied. For me, it was playing the violin and solving cases, but any activity that interests you will help.

If you can't turn to adults around you, look into support groups or online communities. Many of these resources ensure anonymity, and the shared experiences can be incredibly valuable.

Prioritise your physical health through regular exercise and a balanced diet, which significantly impact mental well-being.

If you haven't already, consider reaching out for professional help. There are helplines and organisations specifically designed to assist individuals in your situation.

I also have John @consultjohnwatson now to anchor me and chase my demons away. I truly hope that you have a "John" in your life—a person who unconditionally loves and supports you.

Take care of yourself. Recovery is a path with twists and turns, and setbacks may happen. It is not the fall that defines us, but the strength to rise again.

Stay vigilant, and remember: the game is afoot, and you are capable of winning it.

SH

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[starker-sorbet]

Peter loved Tony Stark, he always had. It's why he dedicated himself to his studies all so he could take a job at SI to get closer to the man. What he hadn't expected was for Tony to actually talk to him one day in the staff break room. Apparently the coffee machine in his lab had broken down so he came here to make himself some. It seemed like destiny to Peter. An opportunity to actually talk to the man and to try and get himself noticed as more than just another worker. And it must have worked as Tony kept coming down to the break room for coffee when after his lab's coffee machine had been fixed, and he never failed to strike up a conversation with Peter whilst there. Peter was overjoyed at this. The frequent conversations allowed him to get closer to his boss until they could almost call themselves friends. But most importantly Tony now trusted him enough that if Peter made a cup of coffee ready for him he'd happily take and drink it. So all it took was one day with not many people about to lace Tony's drink with something to make him sleepy and to 'help' the man up to his penthouse. After that it was simple to use Tony's private elevator to go down to the man's garage and drive away. And now Peter had Tony all to himself without anyone getting in the way.

[treason-and-plot]

Ninety minutes later…

“The feelings I have for Anya are on a whole different level to anything I’ve ever experienced with anyone, you know?" says Roy. "I mean, she’s obviously my soul-mate, she’s as necessary to me as air, or water. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her. But when my wife, I mean my ex-wife Sonia told me she needed to cut off all contact with me, when she killed my dream of us all living to together with one cruel, cold sentence, it felt like she’d got a knife and plunged it into my heart. The fucking pain….sorry for swearing, but the pain was physical. Okay, so it probably didn’t help that I hadn’t had any sleep and that…that there were some other factors at play as well, but the fact remains, I was gutted. It was comparable to when Sonia and I were going through IVF. Every cycle we’d hope for a miracle, but every cycle our hopes and dreams were shattered. It was the same feeling when Sonia said she needed to cut off all contact with me. Just….the most profound, aching sense of loss and disappointment.”

Roy sighs and stares at the ceiling. The edges of his vision are dancing with a silvery light, and his eyelids feel heavy and grainy. A headache is starting to gnaw a jagged hole behind his right eye. But at least he's alive.

"A profound, aching sense of loss and disappointment," Jane repeats, steepling her fingers together as she leans back in her chair. "That's very descriptive, dear. What else did you feel?"

Just this yawning, gaping chasm that I tried to fill with more cocaine, thinks Roy.

"I dunno," he says, closing his eyes. "Sadness. Obviously."

"Do you think your sadness could also be described as grief?" says Jane.

"Grief? The f...what exactly am I supposed to be grieving?" says Roy.

"Your marriage," says Jane. Roy makes a scoffing noise.

"My marriage ended a long time ago," he says.

"Did it, though?" says Jane.

[the-west-meadow]

omg! kendall and I’ll be home soon. please!!!!

oops I made this a lil smutty. 18+ for safety

Kendall Roy x Reader

prompt: I'll be home soon.

It was late when your phone rang. You were curled on top of Kendall’s bed with the TV flickering silently. You didn’t remember falling asleep. 

You grabbed your phone, blearily looking at the name. Your heart leapt. It was Kendall.

“Hey baby,” you said.

“Hey,” came his familiar voice on the other end. “Did I wake you up?”

“Can you tell?”

“I can hear it in your voice.”

“It’s okay. I’m so glad you called. Where are you?”

“About a mile above the Atlantic.”

You propped yourself up on pillows, leaning back against the headboard.

“How did everything go?”

“Great.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, I can’t get into it now.”

“Oh, I get it. Is your family around?”

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“God, Kendall. I missed you.”

“I missed you too. We’re almost back.”

“How soon?”

“About two hours.”

“Should I wait up for you?”

“Are you sure you won’t fall asleep again?”

You could hear the grin in his voice. 

“I’ll try not to.”

“What have you been doing while I was away?”

“Thinking about you.”

“Stop. That’s not all.”

“You’re right. That’s not all.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve been lying in our bed wishing there was someone here with me.”

“Uh-huh. Who would that be?”

“You, Kendall. Just you.”

“What else?”

“At night I turn off all the lights. Then I take off my clothes and slide into our bed.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s no good when you’re away. I need someone here to help me. I can’t do it all myself.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to come here to me. I need you to put your hands on me. I need you to get high with me and stay up all night.”

“I can absolutely do that.”

“Good. Then get here faster. I’m in bed now but I still have all my clothes on.”

“Well, maybe you should change that.”

“What should I take off first? Start from the top down?”

“Yes.”

You put the phone on speaker and set it in the center of the bed. Then you lifted your shirt over your head and dropped it on the floor.

“I’m not wearing any underwear at all.”

“That’s good.”

“I’m sliding off my pants. I wish you were here to do it for me.”

Your pants slid off the bed, onto the floor.

“Do you want me to touch myself?” you said into the phone.

“Not until I get there.”

“Well, too bad you’re not here to stop me.”

There was a long pause on the other end. You heard muffled movement. Then Kendall’s voice came through.

“Everyone’s asleep,” he said. “I just stepped into the bathroom. Now listen to me closely.”

“I’m listening.”

“Stay just like you are. Naked. In our bed. On top of the sheets. In two hours I’m going to walk in the door. I might be a little high already. I’m going to come in the bedroom and take off my shoes, my jacket, all my clothes. Then I’m going to crawl over you and proceed to fuck you like I haven’t seen you in three weeks. Then we’re going to do another bump and we’re going to fuck some more. And you’re going to wish you could go back to sleep but I’m going to keep you up all night, Y/N. I hope you’re ready.”

“Fuck, Kendall. I’m so fucking ready.”

“You better not be touching yourself."

“You’re making it really fucking difficult.”

“I’ll be home soon,” he said. “I promise. Then I’ll take care of you. Okay?”

“I know you will.”

“Wait up for me.”

“Always.”