and uh nothing can ever happen

Quote Writing Prompts
  • 1: "Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful."
  • 2: "Please... Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone, without you."
  • 3: "So, that went well."
  • 4: "You're awful. I love it."
  • 5: "What the hell do you think you're doing, exactly?"
  • 6: "Is that... lipstick, on your collar?"
  • 7: "Did you do this?"
  • 8: "You know what? This place feels like home."
  • 9: "Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That's not supposed to be happening. That's not right."
  • 10: "Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
  • 11: "Dear (name), First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."
  • 12: "I can't do this anymore."
  • 13: "So what, you're just gonna leave?"
  • 14: "Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?"
  • 15: "You really think you can beat me? That's cute."
  • 16: "I'm tired of you. I really am, at this point."
  • 17: "Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?"
  • 18: "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
  • 19: "Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?"
  • 20: "I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
  • 21: "Is that necessary?"
  • 22: "I don't like it."
  • 23: "I'm getting bad vibes... We should go."
  • 24: "HA! Loser!"
  • 25: "You wear me out, kid."
  • 26: "Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You're joking."
  • 27: "The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days."
  • 28: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
  • 29: "You kiddin'? That's brilliant, c'mon!"
  • 30: "So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?"
  • 31: "My hero."
  • 32: "That was harsh."
  • 33: "You better pipe down. I'm not laughing."
  • 34: "So you're really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?"
  • 35: "So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ?"
  • 36: "Why is there a dog in the living room?"
  • 37: "They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed."
  • 38: "Oh boy. I'm on the weird side of YouTube again."
  • 39: "You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly."
  • 40: "Did you mean like... this?"
Far too young to die Part II

Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.

A/N: Okay so a lot of people were asking for a part 2 of this and i know i took really long with this. i apologise, it’s just that senior year is kicking my ass more than i thought. I promise to get all my other requests out, i just ask that you be patient with me please

Originally posted by bluerangerpower

Jeff’s POV

What does Sheri have to do with y/n dying that night? What the hell did Hannah say? I know what happened that night, I’m the reason she died.

Justin’s POV

“Sheri, hey wait up”

“Justin, hi”

“You have to tell Jeff”

“What! no i can’t, I’m not ready”

“Sheri he lost it out there on the field and you’re here thinking about yourself’

“Justin this is the worst thing i have ever done in my life”

“He needs closure, he still blames himself for that night, he still thinks he killed the love of his life”

“Okay, I-I’ll give it to him tomorrow”

Jeff’s POV

I messed up at the game on Friday, I thought I was doing okay, I thought things were getting better. I feel like I can’t even talk to Clay after what just happened with Hannah. I knew he loved her and now he also lost the love of his life. Justin asked me to sit with them in the cafeteria, he was probably just feeling sympathetic after i froze out on the field during the game. I still couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to me about talking to Sheri because apparently something happened between her and Hannah but i don’t understand what i have to do with it.

”Hi Jeff”

“Hi Sheri, how are you?”

“Good as can be expected, uh-do you have a second to talk?”

   I couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on me and i stood correct when i turned back to the table and Justin, Marcus, Alex, Zach and Jessica were looking at me but averted their gaze when i caught them staring. 

“Yeah, this won’t take long though right? because i have a history quiz next period”

“No, I just need to give you something”, She said nervously as she handed me a USB.

“A USB?”

“Yeah you won’t understand right now but after you listen to it you will. I just ask that after you listen to it please don’t look at me differently because i would do anything to take it back. You need to know that this is the worst I’ve ever done in my entire life.”

 She looked like she was about to cry and i didn’t really know what to do so i just placed my hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner, “hey listen, it’s okay”

“Jeff just please listen to it when you get home”

“I will, i promise. Are you gonna be okay?” i asked concerned. She just ran off without answering me, i don’t think I’ve ever seen her that way.

“Everything good with Sheri?”, Zach asked.

“uh-yeah i think so. She just gave me something and said that i need to listen to it.” Zach’s whole body language changed and i felt like he knew something I didn’t but then again maybe i was just overthinking everything.

The first thing i did when i got home was go up to my room and listen to whatever was on this USB. It has been consuming my mind the whole day. Was I ready for whatever was on here? No. But i have to know what’s so bad that Sheri was on the verge of tears. And play…

“Hey it’s Hannah-” holy shit, is this some kind of sick joke?

“-Sheri if you’re listening to this then it means you’ve already heard your tape-” Tape? what tape?

“It also means that others know what you did that night. You’re probably wondering why you received this right? Well this is for you to hold onto until you’re ready. And no, this isn’t something that has been passed on, neither will it be passed on to anyone after this. There is only one person in particular that you will give this to when you’re ready or when you know that person will need to hear the truth. And you know who that person is….. Jeff.”

“So Jeff this part is for you, if you’re listening to this. Hi! You have to understand that what I’m about to tell you could change everything, it may change the way you look at Sheri or even myself. I don’t really know where to start with this. I guess i want to firstly thank you for always making Clay go to any social event because if it wasn’t for you, Clay and i wouldn’t have had the moments we had. But this isn’t about Clay and I, it’s about the night of Jessica’s party, the night y/n died in the accident. I was pretty drunk that night and my phone was dead and Sheri was leaving so she offered to take me home. As she drove I told her that I was really drunk and that my parents would be really angry if i got home in the state i was in. So she suggested i call home and tell my parents that i was staying over at her house. And as i mentioned before, my phone was dead so as she was driving, Sheri was looking for her phone and we both had our eyes off the road and then we knocked something. We both got out of the car and saw that it was a stop sign. I tried telling her to call the police but she refused because she didn’t want her dad to know so she drove off leaving me alone with a knocked down stop sign and a dead phone. So I ran to Blue Spot Liquor to call the police and when they said that someone had already reported it, i thought it was Sheri. That was until that morning when i heard what happened and i tried talking to Sheri to say something and i even called y/n’s home and when it went to voicemail I didn’t know what to say so i ended the call and i walked pass her house so many times but i couldn’t bring myself to knock on their door and say something. Then when i tried telling Clay he just blocked me out. Jeff I’m so sorry about what happened, if i had maybe just stood there until somebody drove by I could’ve called the police and y/n would still be alive. I’m sorry I left you to blame yourself for what happened to y/n. I hope this brought you some closure.” 

*the next day*

“Sheri! can we talk?”

“uh-Jeff hi! yeah sure”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Jeff you have to understand-”

“No, there’s nothing more to understand, Hannah was pretty clear on what happened that night”


“I’m not done, you didn’t do anything Sheri, you just continued with your life and watched as my life fell apart without y/n. You did nothing as i blamed myself for losing the best thing that ever happened to me.” By now I was crying and I couldn’t care less what everyone thought.     

 “Jeff this was the worst thing I have ever done, if I knew the consequences of what i did that night, I would have done everything differently.” She was crying now.

“That’s just the thing Sheri, you don’t see this kind of stuff coming, That’s why it’s unforeseen. You couldn’t have possibly known that you were going to be the reason y/n died. But you could have done something that night. You could have just called the police and told them what you did and she would still be here every morning waiting for me at my locker and flashing me that innocent smile of hers and going on about another crazy dream that she had.”

“Jeff I’ll do anything. What can i do to make you forgive me even a little bit?”

“They deserve the truth, y/n’s parents deserve to know what happened that night.”

“Jeff her parents will never look at me the same again.”

“They need just as much closure as i did, you need to explain why you did what you did and you know it’s the right thing to do.”

TAGS: @mr-robot-x @fandoms-allovertheplace @beckybadgirl @homicidal-lemon @interstellarirwin @lowkeyprincipessa@mouray7 @alexanderhamiltonreblogg 

Thanks, Cas

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, the usual

Requested: yeperoni, on wattpad

Word Count: 2325

Tags: @winter-in-wakanda

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

“You ready?” Sam asks, knocking on the bathroom door where you’ve locked yourself away. It’s your birthday, and Sam is taking you out to a fancy dinner for a night of pretending to be normal people who don’t hunt monsters for a living. You went to a good bit of trouble to get dolled up; hair done, heels on. Taking a deep breath and smoothing out your tight black dress, you smile at yourself in the mirror.

“I am. But are you ready to see me?” You tease Sam, and he chuckles.

“Yes, I think I-” Sam’s words cut out as soon as you open the door. His eyes rake up and down, from your heels to your curls and back again.

“Told you to get ready,” you smile, and Sam licks his lips, running his hands over his suit jacket. He clears his throat, finally making eye contact.

“This is going to be fun,” he says mischievously, and you shoot him a questioning look. He quickly shakes it off, clearing his throat again.

“Shall we go?”


“Shoot, that soup looks good too. Sam, what are you ordering? Can we split… hey, are you listening?” You wave a hand in front of your boyfriend’s face from across the table, and you can see his concentration melt away as he stops staring at your water glass and returns to reality. You give him a confused smile, unable to figure out what’s been making him act weird all night.

“Of course I’m listening. I- wait, what was the question?” he asks, and you laugh, shaking your head. Sometimes you think you’re dating the smartest man alive while simultaneously dating the dumbest dork alive.

“Sam, are you sure you’re you alright?” You inquire, setting down your menu and leaning forward on your elbows. He nods quickly, licking his lips and diving into his menu.

“Want to split some soup?” He asks innocently, and you smile broadly. He may be a dork, but boy do you love Sam. You two have the same thoughts at separate times.

“Sam, I tried to ask you that exact question about sixty seconds ago,” you tell him, laughing lightly as a blush creeps up on his cheeks.

“Not how this was supposed to go, Cas,” you hear Sam mutter under his breath, clearly frustrated, and you feel more confused than ever. What the hell?

“Okay, look, I know something is- oh-h, ah, S-Sam,” you suddenly stutter. Your accusation was interrupted by an absolutely bizarre feeling between your legs. You clamp a hand over your mouth, because although it’s not a particularly strong feeling, you can’t imagine what the source is, which freaks you out.

You look up at him, panicked, and feel your heart rate pick up at his expression. He’s smirking triumphantly. Your brows furrow, and you pull away your hand, opening your mouth to ask him what the hell is happening. Instead of words, all that escapes is a shaky sigh of pleasure as the feeling gets stronger. Fucking hell, it’s like Sam’s touching you.

“Enjoying yourself, baby?” He taunts, and with that, you know that somehow, he is touching you. Just.. without actually touching you. You glare, mouth sealed shut as you push your thighs together just as tight.

“I wanted to give you something special for your birthday, baby,” Sam says, and you grip onto the tablecloth desperately as the feeling takes over your clit.

“And so Cas lent me some of his grace. Turns out, he knows some fun angel secrets. Pretty powerful, isn’t it? Feeling me touch you with my mind?” he explains, outwardly loving this. You, however, feel like everyone’s staring at you try not to get any wetter than you already are. No way you’re coming in the middle of a fancy restaurant.

“Sam, stop,” you say through gritted teeth, looking around warily. Surprisingly, he does as you say, the sensation disappearing. You feel a little cold and left out in the wake of it, but try not to show your disappointment. This is what you wanted, right?

“Sure thing, baby. So, soup?” He asks cheerily, taking a sip of his water. You want to pull your hair out, but go along with it. Maybe it’s best to just pretend nothing ever happened.



“And can I get you two any desserts?” the perky waiter asks, and you smile at Sam, hoping he’ll let you get some obnoxiously chocolatey dessert. He nods slightly, and you brighten up.

“Yes, we’ll ha-aa- oh, uh,” you’re taken aback by the sudden pleasure between your legs. This time, Sam is going all out, and you swear you can feel his fingers pumping inside you even though you’re staring at them resting on the table in front of you.

“Are you alright?” the waiter questions, looking lost. You glare at Sam, mentally begging him to either let up or cover for you.

“Oh, she’s fine. We’ll have the chocolate mousse, please,” Sam brushes you off, and although the waiter still looks wary, he writes down your order and hurries away nonetheless. Meanwhile, the tension in you is building as Sam changes his speed constantly, switching from faster than you thought possible to tortuously slow.

“Are you alright?” Sam feigns concern, and you swear if you weren’t so desperate to kiss him, you’d murder him. You’re about to verbalize that when, of course, Sam puts pressure on your clit, sticking with the faster pace.

“Ah, fuck, oh, fuck you, Sam,” you whisper, clenching your hands into fists. You want nothing more than to throw your head back and enjoy the feeling, but the chatter all around you reminds you that you’re entirely in the open.

“Fuck me? Well, actually, I was kind of hoping you would do just that,” Sam teases, lowering his voice so no one overhears. You want to scream his name; he’s going so fast and so hard on you that you can barely breathe.

“S-Sam,” you whimper again, looking at him with pleading eyes. You aren’t sure what you’re begging for - an end to the torture or an orgasm - but at this point, you aren’t sure it matters.

“Are you close, baby? Are you about to cum in front of all these rich, elegant people? Are you going to cream in your panties and fancy black dress? Hm?” Sam leans forward, and hearing him whispering dirty words makes you feel even hotter, if that’s possible.

“Sam, oh god yes,” you try to stay quiet, but simply can’t. You lean forward, one forearm resting on the table, head hanging low. Sam is actually going to make you cum in a crowded restaurant.

“One chocolate mousse- uh, hey, are you sure you’re okay?” The waiter approaches, and you snap your head up as Sam once again takes away your pleasure in an instant. Your pussy aches in complaint, but you force a smile as the chocolate mousse is placed in front of you.

“Oh, I’m just fine. Could we get the check now, please?” You say, giving Sam a pointed look. He’s got a mischievous glint in his eye as he pretends to be confused.

“Don’t you want to eat our mousse, baby?” Sam raises his eyebrows, knowing full well you’re throbbing for him.

“We’ll eat it as the check comes,” you promise, and the waiter gives you both another weird look as he turns to get the check as you asked. Once his back is turned, you drop the smile and glare at Sam.

“There’s something fucking wrong with you,” you hiss through gritted teeth, but Sam just grins, picking up his spoon and digging into the dessert.

“Want more, is that it?” Sam taunts around a mouthful of chocolate, and your grip on your spoon tightens so much you feel you might bend the metal.

“I swear to god, if you use that mojo on me one more time while we’re sitting here, you will never again get to have sex with me,” you threaten, dead serious. Sam drains of a little color, nodding in defeat as he eats some more. You sigh, exasperated.

When the waiter finally arrives with your check, you’re more than a little relieved that Sam isn’t messing with you as you talk. You hastily pay, and don’t hesitate a second to get up and start walking out. You weave past other diners and feel as if they all know how on edge you are. Sam follows behind you, trotting along and outwardly showing his rejection. You aren’t sure why exactly he’s being so mopey and dramatic, but you don’t have time to care. You need him alone, now.

The minute you’re in the parking lot, you just about fall to your knees. Sam has started up again, and your knees are going weak, making you wobbly on your heels. Sam strolls up behind you, letting you lean on him for support as you hold in moans. He’s going slow again, nice and easy.

“Sam, oh, fuck, oh, I’m going to kill you, I swear. I said… fuck… no more,” you say, blissed out with your eyes closed and head leaning back. You can feel his breath tickle your neck as he laughs.

“Oh yes, you sound very scary. But your rules were not while we were sitting there. I’m entirely in bounds,” he teases as he nudges you forward. With his help, you stumble your way to the impala, ankles twisting in your heels every other step as Sam keeps the hits coming. He opens the door to the backseat and helps you lie down in it. You grab his jacket lapels in your fists and pull him down on top of you. It’s a bit ridiculous with his height, but that’s not your concern right now.

Still gripping his jacket, you pull Sam’s mouth to yours, kissing him passionately. He laughs a little at first, but melts into it with you, one hand cupping the side of your face as his hair tickles your cheek. Your tongue slides over his, and you’re moaning freely into his mouth as he keeps slowly building up speed.

“I want to really feel you inside me, Sam, no more teasing,” you whisper, and Sam groans. He nods, sitting up and closing the car door behind him. The sensations are subsiding, but you don’t mind, knowing you’re about to get the real thing. Sam reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, and you laugh a little.

“You came prepared, didn’t you?” you joke, and Sam laughs with you. Not wasting any time, you undo his pants eagerly. You let him put the condom on as you hike up your dress and shimmy out of your soaked panties. Sam realizes what you’re doing only when you’re nearly done, and pouts.

“Hey, I wanted to do that,” he whines, having finished putting the condom on his hard length. You try not to get distracted by it and roll your eyes at Sam.

“You’ve had more than your fair share of fun with teasing me, Sam. I’m ready,” you tell him, and he smiles, leaning down to kiss you again. He lines up with your entrance, then pauses, looking down.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs upon seeing how wet you are. He got you so close to coming that your arousal is literally dripping, and Sam licks his lips at the sight. You sigh impatiently, not wanting to wait a second longer. So you grab his lower back and push him into you without hesitation. It’s a little sloppy and it startles Sam, but the sweet relief is enough to make you moan nonetheless.

“Woah, eager, are we?” Sam says as he starts to thrust in and out against your slick walls. You hum in pleasure, gripping him tighter and pulling him closer. The fact that you’re both still nearly fully clothed doesn’t phase either of you, hands still roaming.

“Shut up and fuck me,” you instruct, and Sam kisses your ear, making you smile.

“I think we can manage that,” he replies, picking up momentum. Soon enough, he’s slamming into you hard enough to rock the car and you’re both moaning and sweating like crazy. His hair is swinging in your face, and your nails claw at his back through his jacket and shirt.

After a full night of teasing, you reach the edge of your orgasm quicker than ever. You try to tell Sam you’re close, but all that comes out is more moans. He seems to get the idea anyways, reaching a hand down to rub circles on your clit.

“Oh, hell yes,” Sam mutters as you reach your high. Your walls clench around him, your back arches into his chest, and you curl your toes in pleasure. You can hardly breathe, and feel Sam fill up the condom as you come down. He keeps thrusting through both of your orgasms erratically, losing control of his rhythm as he comes.

When you’re both done, both panting heavily, Sam collapses on top of you. You let out an ‘oof’ along with strangled laughter, and Sam giggles. Picking himself up again, he smiles down at you.

“Sorry, baby,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you. You hold his jaw as you return the sweet kiss, reveling in the afterglow.

“You know that you’re going to pay for what you did tonight, right?” you say between kisses, pulling back and making him pause. Sam closes his eyes, sighs, and nods.

“I know.”

“Don’t look so sad. You’ll love my punishment,” you whisper the last part against his ear, and Sam gets that devilish smirk back on his face. He leans in to kiss you some more, but you stop him again. Hand on his chest, you look up to the sky - well, the car’s ceiling. He follows your gaze, and you smile widely.

“Dear Cas, please accept my many, many, many thanks. Amen.”

BTS Reacts to you being gay and them also being gay ( x male reader )

Jin: *Kind of gets excited*
Jin: “No you’re lying!”
Y/N: “No I’m not!”
Jin: “Ugh fine but I still don’t believe you, when you start to date Yoongi I’ll believe you!”

Originally posted by junghosyub

Namjoon: *Gets frustrated*
Namjoon: “And why haven’t you told me this before?”
Y/N: “Because I didn’t know that you were to!”
Namjoon: “That’s not an excuse.”

Originally posted by joonjuly

Yoongi: *Wants to really test it*
Y/N: “Do you believe me?”
Yoongi: “I’ll believe you when you show me?”
Y/N: “Like how?”
Yoongi: “If you were really g.ay then kiss me!”
Y/N: *Does it*
Yoongi: “Holy sh!t, wanna hang out later?”

Originally posted by yoonmin

Hoseok: *Makes an interpretive dance about you guys*
Y/N: *walks in on him dancing awkwardly* “What are you doing?”
Hoseok: “Umm uh nothing just expressing our g.ay through dance duh!”
Y/N: “Aw yeah let me join!”

Originally posted by kths

Jimin: *Texts you from across the room*
Jimin: *So can I change my status to Y/N is my g.ay bae?“
Y/N: "Yes please do!”
Jimin: “Best friend ever!”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Taehyung: *Can’t process what is happening*
Tae: *Wait so you…and I? Wait a second! How come you are only telling me now?“
Y/N: "How come you are only telling ME now?!”
Tae: “Good question”

Originally posted by jiminiemini

Jungkook: *Gets shy because he kind of likes you*
Jungkook: *Sooo you wannaaaaa?“
Y/N: "Ew no.”
Jungkook: “What?”
Y/N: “I’m just kidding of course!”

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


Scarlet, before you go through this, I want to remind you of September 7th, 1988. It was the first time that I saw you. You were reading Less Than Zero, and you were wearing a Guns ‘n’ Roses t-shirt. I’d never seen anything so perfect. I remember thinking that I had to have you or I’d die… then you whispered that you loved me at the homecoming dance, and I felt so peaceful… and safe… because I knew that no matter what happened, from that day on, nothing can ever be that bad… because I had you. And then I, uh… I grew up and I lost my way. And I blamed you for my failures. And I know that you think you have to do this today… but I don’t want you to. But I guess… if I love you, I should let you move on.


Kara is not sure if Lena is into girls. Maggie offers help.


In which Maggie says way too many lesbian references and Lena answers with just as much.

Also on AO3:

“Spit it out, Little Danvers. What has got you all worked up?”

“Why do I need a reason to spend time with my sister’s girlfriend?” It’s somehow slurred and it makes Maggie wonder how much she already had drank before Maggie even got there.

Maggie stares at Kara, eyes narrowing while the young girl blushes and ducks her head down, fingers rapidly coming to push her glasses back, and she knows there’s something Kara wants.

She takes a look down; at the three empty glasses of a drink she’s sure Kara shouldn’t be drinking on her own, especially on a Wednesday night. Then back at red cheeks and adverting gaze.

The crinkle appears in between her eyebrows when all Maggie does is tilt her head to the side, waiting for an answer. Not so long ago, Alex had told her, her sister has a weakness: not being able to endure the silence. So Maggie takes a long swing of her beer and waits, because she knows it won’t take long.

And Kara honest to God starts squirming under her gaze. She groans, plays with the glass in her hand and finally drops her shoulders, loud sigh leaving her lips.

“How did you know?”


“That something is bothering me.”


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The end of Mace Windu's rope

So, this fic is for @forcearama based on a post she made and others reblogged. (that I can’t link to because…mobile).

Summary: Mace Windu gets trapped in an elevator with Anakin and Obi-Wan. His patience wears thin.


Mace Windu couldn’t imagine what he had done in a past life to deserve this torture. This ridiculous agony. There was no letting his emotions into the force at this stage. He was done, completely done with these two kriffing jedi. This was worse than that time he had to rely on Skywalker’s R2 unit to save them from that explosion rubble.

Mace had been stuck in this elevator for 3 hours. 3 force fanned hours now, and Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker were going to be the death of him, or perhaps he would be the death of them.

The constant bickering, the playful banter, the thinly veiled honest to force flirting…he had had enough. One more deep breath in, he told himself.

Master, you have an eyelash in your eye, let me get that for you!” Skywalker said as he reached gently towards Obi-Wan’s eye. “Make a wish!”

Mace then witnessed the single most disgusting thing in the galaxy as Obi-Wan closed his eyes and blew the eyelash off of Anakin’s finger. He opened his eyes again and winked at his former padawan.

“Have you tried pressing the open door button? I really want to get you off–uhhh, get us off. Look, we need to get out of this elevator, Master.” Mace couldn’t believe this was happening in front of his own two eyes.

“No, Anakin I haven’t even thought about it.” Obi-Wan retorted. “The power’s out there’s nothing we can do. As much as I’d like this stimulator—Elevator! To work…its uh, it’s not moving.”

Mace was going to kill something.

“Okay! I’ve had enough of you two! I see why no one ever wants to go with you on missions and honestly, I’m considering knighting padawan Tano myself once I get out of here just so she can escape this constant annoyance that is you two co-existing in the same space!” Mace Windu ignited his saber, and watched as Anakin and Obi-Wan stared at him, mouths agape as he cut a hole out of the ceiling and force jumped his way out of there. He knew that with patience he would have gotten out of there eventually, but he had had enough.

Ahsoka was surprised to find a package on her bed when she returned to her temple quarters. A pretty box, wrapped up in ribbon.

She opened it, and gasped softly. Inside was a Torgrutan delicacy, a soft gelatin fruity dessert coated in powdered sugar. An expensive delicacy on her home world, and even more so off world. Ahsoka took one into her mouth and savored the treat. She read the note that accompanied the box.

‘For Ahsoka, you deserve this treat. Please enjoy. - MW’

“Whatever that means,” she mumbled to herself.

Jealous (Calfreezy x Reader)

Request: Hello! Can I request a calfreezy one where you’re best friends with Simon but cal gets a bit jealous? Thank u 😘


“Oi, (Y/N).” Simon said from behind me. I was sprawled out on his bed watching How I Met Your Mother on his TV.

“What?” I said looking over at him.

“We’re going over to Cal’s flat to film. Come with?” Simon said.

“It’s half 12 in the morning.” I whined stretching as I stood up. “I’m taking your sweatshirt.”

“We’re gonna go see Cal!” Simon teased.

“Stop!” I said blushing and pushing Simon away.


“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but that is not true.” Cal said with a slight laugh on the word ‘not’ as Simon walked in.

“What’s not true?” I asked. Cal’s head whipped around at the sound of my voice.

“Nothing. Just Tobi being an arse.”

“That’s not possible.” I said laughing.

“Believe me. It is. Are you gonna be in the video?”

“Nah. I don’t think so. But this guy dragged me along with him.” I nudged Simon with my hip. Cal’s eyes lingered between us. His expression hardened as he put his hands in his pockets.

“See? It’s true!” Tobi said looking back down at his phone after we made eye contact. Cal didn’t answer.

“I’ll help though.”

“Is that Simon’s sweatshirt?” Cal asked.

“Yeah. Why?”

“No reason. But I think we’re going to do a swegway challenge.”


“(Y/N) get out of the way!” Simon said laughing.

“I’m not in the way!” I said walking backwards, filming him going around the flat on the swegway. I glanced over at Cal. His arms were crossed over his chest. His shoulders were tense and he was practically staring daggers at Simon. “Cal?” I asked gently, snapping him out of his trance.

“Yeah?” He looked at me with much kinder eyes.

“Are… are you okay? You seem really angry at Simon.” I said. Everyone was staring at him.

“Uh. Yeah. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“You can tell me, you know.” I said putting the camera down and walking closer to him.

“Cal I don’t want you to be mad at me. What’s wrong?” Simon said stepping off the board. Tobi, Callux, Harry, and their girlfriends stood off to the side watching this all go down.

“Are you and (Y/N) dating?” Cal said quickly. His hands absentmindedly fidgeting around his neck.

“What?” Simon asked in shock. “No!”

“You aren’t?” Cal’s face flushed almost immediately.

“Never in a million years!” I said laughing. “Why were yo- oh.”

“You know, just forget this ever happened.” Cal said looking down at the ground. His eyes had turned glassy and red. I looked over at Simon who nudged me closer to Cal with a smirk on his face. I glared back at him as I stepped forward.

“Hey, Callum?” I asked in a quiet voice.

“What?” His voice was gruff and short.

“Were you and Tobi talking about me before I came in?”

“Y-yeah.” Cal said sounding ashamed of himself. He wiped a tear away from his face but played it off as having an itch by his nose.

“You want to know something?”

“Depends.” He flipped the hair out of his face and looked at me with his lips pressed in a line.

“I feel the same way. That is if you like me.” I said. Looking up at Cal. His arms fell slack against his sides. I stood on the very tips of my toes to kiss his cheek.

“(Y/n)…” Cal said before wrapping me in a bear hug. Clapping and cheering could be heard behind me. “Come on. We gotta get back to watching Simon lose!” He said letting go of me and smiling.


What’s a soul mate? It’s uh… Well, it’s like a best friend, but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don’t make you a better person, you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soul mate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you’ll always love him. Nothing can ever change that.

shippingallthelegos  asked:

How would UT US and UF skelebros react to their SO crying because someone was bullying them and made them feel ugly? (And I don't know if you do them but if you do how would UT and UF Toriel and Asgore react to the same thing?)

i will try with the goat fam! ive never done them before, so it may be shakey. and can i say, same?!?! i was bullied in second grade, called fat and ugly a lot, even today by my own family at times. (along with some other sad stuff…) so this hit a chord with me. i hope this was good enough hun!~))

oh baby no. he hugs you tight and gives you all the reasons why you’re beautiful. no one should feel like that, ever. especially not you. after you calm down and you’re happy, he goes and finds the bully. their going to have a B a d T i m e…

he reasures you that you are gougeous and perfect in every aspect. holds you for as long as you cry. he will give a stern lecture to your bully, telling them that they are in the wrong and never to disrespect his s/o ever again. and if they do he is not afraid to get a little agresive.

Goat mom-
oh no. She baked you a pie and calms you down with sweet kisses and compliments. she doesn’t bother with the bully herself, but she does ask Sans to take care of it.

King Fluffybuns-(btw does anyone get the reference?))
he makes you some calming tea and gives you a lot of warm hugs and makes you feel better about yourself by telling silly stories about him. once he is sure you are content, he finds the bully. if his presence doesn’t scare them, his deep voice will.

oh no no no this wont do. he makes you feel amazing, complimenting every bit of your beautiful self and lavishing you in love and admiration. but this is a yandere berry. so later tonight dont ask why hes putting an extra load in the washer…

he is quick to tell you that you are the most amazing thing thats ever happened to him. he makes cheesey puns untill you cant stand it, and makes you laugh and feel better. and then he tracks the bully and subtly makes their life miserable.

uh, no. he hold you firmly, looks into your eyes and tells you everything he loves about you. if that didn’t make you feel better, well shiz nothing can compare to a sincere hug from him. the bully is never seen again…

nope. he wipes away your tears and makes you look at him. your his s/o right? then you must be perfect or he wouldn’t have chose you. he holds you close for a while, and makes you your favorite food. and he has a new thing in his tourture chamber now.

Edgy mama-
she makes sure you get food, because food makes everything better. she hugs you and wont let go unless you say otherwise. she has friends that will take care of the bully for her~

Evil King-
okay, first off. WHO THE FU*K WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO MESS WITH YOU?!?! You are the s/o of a literal evil king. whoever screwed with your head must have had a death wish. he makes you comfey and happy. then he goes to find the bully himself. needless to say, you’re never bullied again.

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How do you think skul and Val will realise their feelings towards each other, from skuls POV then vals POV ?? Xx

im sorry this took so long i was debating whether to even write it. shame headcanon of shame.

this is nsfw and is the closest to porn ive ever written and you can blame @runningwithbats 

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Uneven Heart   Joker x Reader

25. When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!

66. “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”

50. “I need you to forgive me.”

64. “Talk to me.”

71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”

78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

Warnings: Torture, miscarriages, this is pretty dark

The Joker’s hand rests on Y/N’s belly as they sped through Gotham. She smiled at him.

“Ten and two, daddy.” He flashed her a wide grin.

“Can your heart handle this, baby?” He might have been joking, but heart problems did run in her family, and unfortunately she inherited some. She rolled her eyes and rested a hand on his thigh.

“Nothing can handle you.” She jumped as something landed on the roof of the car.

“Ohhh, we’ve got company.” J said it playfully, like it was a good thing.  She gave him a nervous smile.

“Bats! You’re upsetting my girl!” He punches the roof and drives towards the edge of the bridge.

“Um, J.”

Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I … care about you.”

“Uh, J.”

You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me. Wait, you weren’t suppose to hear that.” He shakes his head slightly. Y/N would have giggled if she wasn’t so nervous.

“J, the baby!” She yelled as they crashed through the railing and she passed out.

1st Month

She awoke at Gotham, and was pleased to know J didn’t get caught. A little part of her was disappointed he left her and their child, and they weren’t exactly getting the best care. She tensed as someone opened her cell.

“Who are you?” Y/N spoke cautiously as a man in a doctor’s coat entered her cell. He ignored her and beckoned guards into the cell. She gave them a confused glance before one of them suddenly punched her in the face. They held her down as she tried to fight, but they managed to get her strapped to a familiar table.

“Wait, you can’t do this. My heart, it’s messed up! Don’t you know?”  She glanced at his name tag. Salone Patel. Dr. Patel ignored her.

“Where is the Joker?” Y/N blinked.

“What are you, the police force? You’re doctors, you’re not suppose to be interrogating me-” She was cut off by a slap to the face. The doctor’s ring scratched her cheek. He punched her again as she glared at him, and she realized he was doing this to control her. She held back tears.

“Please! Please, I’m pregnant!” The doctor didn’t stop preparing the equipment.

“Didn’t you read my file? I have a heart problem. If you won’t stop for me, do it for my baby.” Y/N sobbed as Patel leaned over her.

“Why would we want a little clown running around Gotham?” Y/N’s eyes widened.

“No! Don’t touch me! Please, they didn’t do anything! Help! He-”  Something hard was pressed into her mouth and wrapped around her head.

“Hit her.” Was all she heard before electricity zapped through her.


They tossed her back in her cell and her body just laid on the floor. She was weak from starvation and abuse, so she couldn’t fight back. The guards left with one final kick to the stomach. She sobbed, tearless as she felt blood trickle down her leg.


2nd Month

Y/N dreaded noon. That was when Patel would come get her and make up the most ridiculous excuses to beat her. Most of the times it was the guards who did it, with their steel-toed boots. She never slept, so hallucinations were often. She always imagined one of the guards coming to get her in the middle of the night. Her miscarriage lasted a couple of days and it didn’t stop the guards from harassing her. She mourned her and J’s child and often kept herself awake at night with imagining what it would look like. It would have J’s eyes, with her hair. They would be slightly sane, but with a mean streak. The perfect mix.

After her miscarriage, Patel told her J was dead and went through hell to prove it. Of course, it was just a mind game and she sobbed with relief as she saw him wreaking havoc on the television. There has never been so much crime in Gotham, hospitals were blown up, hotels, banks, banquets, you name it. Y/N didn’t condone J’s actions, but it made her smile nonetheless. People were scared to leave their houses but they were also too scared to stay. Her smile didn’t leave as the guards came for her.

Her arm along with six of her ribs were broke that night.


3rd Month

Y/N devoured the food, but vomited it back up. They only fed her every couple of days, but she couldn’t stop herself.  She looked forward to being taken to the common room to watch the television. To see the destruction her king caused for Gotham taking her. Security was upped at Arkham, so it was difficult to break  or sneak someone in. Her shoulder was sore and she had trouble breathing, but instead of staying in her cell and resting, she choose to walk to the room with the TV. No one questioned her injuries, she was the Joker’s girl. She deserved it. She told herself she didn’t, and fantasised about J. She often carried out conversations with him, which increased the electroshock therapy. It didn’t stop her until Patel ordered the guards to break her fingers. She didn’t see how the punishment was relevant, but what did it matter when she deserved it?

When they brought her back to her cell, she spit out two pieces of her broken molars.


4th Month

Her eye was swollen and her nose was broken. She hated broken bones, so this was possibly the worst thing they could’ve done. That and killing her baby. She finally gave into sleep after three sleepless nights, and didn’t wake up till a couple days later. The swelling went down and her nose was less sore, but there were some injuries that she knew hadn’t been there earlier. Whatever. It didn’t matter, because she deserved it.

A week later she found she could barely stand. She’s not been able to move because of her injuries and exhaustion, but she still tries. Sometimes she does little exercises in the mornings, even if it’s just walking around her cell. But today, like most days, she can’t get up.  She’s thinks she feels the ground shake, but that could just be a hallucination. Her cell opens but she doesn’t have the energy to lift her head.

“Please, I can’t take anymore.” She feels a hand gently rest on her chin and she can’t control her body flinching. Her head is gently turned until she sees two gorgeous blue eyes she’s been craving.

“J?” Her weak body launches herself into his arms. He’s in riot gear and she feels two gloved hands rest on her back.

“Hey, doll.” She feels embarrassed she showed weakness in front of him, but that’s gone as his lips press against her ear.

“Daddy’s got you doll, just hold onto me.” She sobs as she wraps her arms around his neck. Four months. He takes off his helmet and puts it over her head, even though it’s way too big. He frowns as he realizes he can feel her ribs through her shirt. She’s definitely smaller, and he lifts her up with extra care so he doesn’t hurt her.

“Let’s go home.” The tears on his neck break his heart.


She doesn’t let go of him, even in the car. Her body is shaking and when he mentions it she says she doesn’t notice it. He hums to her and it calms her down. When they get home, he brings her into a cozy room with a fireplace and a bearskin rug. J changes into sweatpants, not leaving the room as she takes in her surroundings. She looks dazed, as if she’s in a dream and her mouth is open in awe. The way she looks at the grape soda makes it look like she’s never seen anything like it. Her shaking hands reach out and she cautiously runs her fingers through the rug. She jumps as he sits next to her and hands her a glass.

“A doctor is ready to see you whenever you’re ready, and you can have whatever you want, baby. Are you hungry?”  She giggles, is there a thing such as not being hungry? Her hand goes up to her mouth, just incase he can see her broken teeth. She flinches as his hand grabs hers.

“What have I said about that, doll? No covering that beautiful smile.” He notices she won’t look him in the eye, instead her gaze falls on his shoulders or feet.

“Sorry.” Her voice is as broken as she is.

“Do you want me to get the doc-” The grape soda spills as she smashes her lips against his, making him grab her waist as she climbs on top of him. They spend their night making up for lost time, showing each other their love and sorrow for what they lost.


J caressed Y/N’s back as she lay on top of him, her arm thrown around his stomach. He frowned as he studied her face, more specifically the worry lines that weren’t there when he last had her. Her face scrunched up in her sleep and her arm twitched. He muttered to her, giving her a kiss on her cheek and she calmed down. He took note of some faded scars, one below her eye, and on her nose. Frost came barging in and averted his eyes when he saw their undressed state.


“She wakes up, and your head goes all over that wall.” Frost cleared his throat and spoke in a lower tone.

“We found her files and some security tapes from Arkham.” This piqued J’s curiosity and he gently removed Y/N’s arm from his stomach.

“Get her a blanket.” Frost quickly left the room. J rubbed her arms as goosebumps appeared and then tucked the blanket around her as soon as Frost brought it back.


When they went through the tapes, the torture, the miscarriage, everything, J was shaking with rage. He saw how she barely got any sleep and wondered if she knew no one touched her.

“You have him, right?” Frost nodded, making sure to stand a couple feet back.

“Yes, boss.”

“She was pregnant.” J said, his voice void of any emotion.

“I know, boss.” Frost said gently.

“Do you think Jonny would’ve been a good name for a boy?”  Frost smiled, J could be sweet when he wanted to be, this didn’t just go for Y/N.


Y/N woke up alone and started crying. At first she thought her rescue had been a dream, she’s had a lot of those, but the bearskin rug beneath her proved her wrong. She sighed and clutched at her uneven beating heart. Chest pains were more frequent now, and she felt wave of dizziness come over her as she stood up. She wondered what happened to the doctor at Arkham, the one that did this to her.  Picking up her blanket, she walked to the corner and sat down in it. Her time at Arkham made her always rely on a corner to comfort her, even though it prevented escape. You could still see where the blow was coming from though. Her entire body flinched when the door opened but she relaxed a tad bit when she saw J.

He didn’t see her, and she saw his face flicker to anger and confusion before finding her in the corner. His grin lit up his face and she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Whatcha doin’ over there, baby?”  She wrapped her blanket around her when she realized she was the only one naked. He had on one of his fancy suits, gold that almost seemed to sparkle. It was half open, showing his tattoos and those annoying gold chains. She didn’t realize she didn’t answer his question until he closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. He walked over to her and crouched in front of her, pulling her legs open so he could get closer. She bowed her head when he looked less than impressed at her not answering and grabbed her face.

“Doll I need an answer. Talk to me.” This sinister look on his face caused tears to well up in her eyes.

“I don’t know.” He rolled his eyes at her answer and she couldn’t help but be annoyed. Can’t you be like, nice for once?

“Why did it take so long for you to find me?”  The bruising grip on her face returned.

“Listen here you little brat. You talk to me like that again and you won’t be able to sit for a week. You think you had it hard, hon? You were in there for four months. I was in there for longer than that, and I didn’t see you batting an eye at how they treat their patients. Don’t insult me again, daddy worked hard to find you.” She basked in shame at his words, but kept a stern face. She still thought she deserved what she got, but she never knew the extent the abuse went to. Though she had her suspicions on the abuse of patients, she never did anything about it.

A light smack on the cheek startled her, and her face turned red from embarrassment on how hard she flinched.

“I expect an apology.” The tears came again, and she lurched into his arms. She was pleased by the warmth he gave off, they always kept it cold in Arkham.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, daddy. I just missed you so much.” Her naked body curled in against him, and he wrapped his arms around her.

“You’re forgiven, doll. Walk with me?” She shook her head knowing he would have his men out there. Apparently he didn’t like her answer.

“Doll, no one will look at you. I’ll make sure of it.” She whined.

“Please no more killing.” She has seen enough already, but he just laughed.

“Close your eyes, pumpkin.” She did as she was told and he lifted her up, blanket and all. Her heart started racing uncomfortably in her chest. She was having slight chest pains and softly groaned as she placed a hand to her heart. When J walked out the door she broke out in sweats, her legs turned to jelly and she knew she would have passed out if she was standing. She jumped when J yelled, and he frowned

“Alright! Anyone who looks at my shy little princess will get shot, if you’re lucky.” Y/N panted as he continued to walk to their room. Despite the sweating earlier she shivered when he sat her down on the bed. He pulled out a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants, something he normally didn’t let her wear because he wanted to make her feel like royalty. That was one good thing about Arkham, they let you wear sweatpants. She didn’t protest as he dressed her, being surprisingly gentle and kissing all the skin he could find.

“I got a surprise for you, pumpkin.” Her heart raced again, this could be either very good or very bad. She wiped her tired eyes and saw him frown.

“Baby how do you feel?” She couldn’t exactly lie to him, so she decided to tell a complete understatement.

“I’m tired.” His frown didn’t lift, and she found herself tearing up. She’s waited four months to see that smile, and now he’s actually showing concern for her in his own way. He didn’t point out that she slept for over forty hours.

“Alright, hon, let’s go.” He lifted her up again and let out a giggle as she pressed a feather-light kiss to his neck.

“Watch it.” He warned and patted her butt. His head subconsciously leaned against hers as she placed her forehead into his neck. Despite her being fully clothed, she shut her eyes as they walked out. She nearly jumped out of his arms when she heard a tortured scream. J smiled and if anything walked faster towards it. Before they went in he looked at her and said,

“Keep em’ closed.” She hesitantly obeyed. He walked in, placed her in a chair and then stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear.

“Alright, doll. Open those beautiful eyes.” She blushed at the compliment and obliged. She didn’t expect to see the sadistic doctor that tortured her the most, tied to a chair. His face was black and blue, one eye was swollen shut, and he was missing one of his front teeth. She didn’t know how she felt. He was sadistic, yes. He put her through the shock therapy despite what her file said about her heart condition and her being pregnant. He often ordered guards to beat her for no reason, but no one really questioned it since she was the Joker’s girlfriend. She deserved it. She remembers the day when he told her J died, just to see her cry since she refused to when he tortured her. He told her how the guards would have their way with her when she slept, which kept her up most nights. He deserved this, but why wasn’t she happy?

Her eyes found Frost in the corner, his knuckles bloody and bruised. Then she turned her eyes towards the floor. She never looked the doctor in the eye, she couldn’t. She was trained to fear him, even when he’s tied to a chair and beaten to a pulp. It’s hard to refrain from asking him how it feels.

J notices her not looking a him and growls. His queen should never have to fear anyone but him, she should never have to hang her head for anyone but him. If even him.

“Doll, look at him.” She held in a sob and shook her head.

“Please just stop.” It took everything J had not to recoil in shock.

“You’re going back to Arkham.” Patel said with clenched teeth. She’ll give him this, he’s not a coward.

“Once you get there, there’s not a courtroom in the world that will stop me from the things I will do to you-” The crowbar cracked across his jaw, knocking loose another tooth. Y/N was hyperventilating by this point. He meant it. He would get her back to Arkham. He would take her away from J and make sure she suffered until the day she died.

“Did I say you can talk to her? What did he do to you, Y/N? Tell me. You don’t have to do a thing sweetheart, just tell me what he did.” He looked like he wanted to beat her with the crowbar next.

“He hurt me.” She sobbed. J rolled his eyes and pointed the end of the crowbar at her.

“There should be a ‘daddy’ in front of that. Be more specific, doll. What did he do?” This was humiliating, right now she couldn’t decide who she feared more.

“Daddy, he signed off on the electroshock-” J made an ‘oh’ face, as if she reminded him of an old friend.

“Show em’ who you belong to, Y/N. Come give daddy some lovin’” He held open his arms. Her legs were wobbly as she stood but she rushed to him all the same. He gave her a hungry kiss before pulling back and looking her in the eye. His hands cupped her face so she couldn’t look anywhere else.

“Did he touch you?”  She really didn’t know. There were threats, yeah, but he always had her either drugged up on something or making sure she had too little drugs. She didn’t doubt the possibility if she stayed though.

“I don’t know.” She answered truthfully. His eyes darkened at her answer, and she swore there was some type of recognition in his eyes. Something she didn’t know.

“That’s all I need to know, doll.” He sent a quick look at Frost who then guided her out of the room.

J continued to stare at the door Y/N just walked out of. His jaw clenched and unclenched.

“I didn’t touch her.” J blinked and looked back at the doctor who was now showing some fear.

“She was pregnant.” He kept his face blank as he stared at him. Patel nodded.

“She was, but no one touched her. It must have been before Arkham-” J sat down in his lap, not at all playful.

“Me. It was mine, doc, don’t you dare suggest otherwise. You made her think that someone other than me touched her. You made her stay up at night, worrying someone would come into her cell and touch what was mine.” He chuckled. “And they call me a sadist.”

“Why do you think she miscarried? I mean, would it have happened if she didn’t go to Arkham? Or, did the lack of food, sleep, and the excessive amounts of shock therapy to her already damaged heart play a role in it? Tell me, what did you do right after she miscarried? I already know, but I want to hear you say it. Own what you did.” His hand wrapped around the doctors throat when he didn’t speak.

“Doc, I am not in a happy mood even with you, the man who tortured my queen, at my entire mercy. Tell me what you did.” No answer.

“Did she deserve it, doc? Why was she even at Arkham? It’s because she was dating me. She was labeled a psychopath, my sweet little girl, who’s never hurt anyone in her life, was labeled crazy because she’s in love with me.” He giggled.” Well maybe she is crazy. But did she deserve to get tortured for it? When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then! Or in this case, when they torture you for it.” J turned the doctor towards a TV and Patel’s five year old daughter was shown, tears running down her cheeks. She was beside her mother and they both had knives pressed against their throats.

“It is on you, doc! But you can’t do anything, can you? You can’t stop the madman from torturing your loved ones! Even if they didn’t do anything.”

He turned to Frost. “Kill them.” Dr. Patel cried as his daughter’s throat was slit.

“Tell me what you did, and your wife lives.” Patel kept his head down.

“I told her you were dead.” J closed his eyes and let out a little breath.

“After she lost my baby, you told her that her only family was dead. Wow. I think you take the cake, doc.”

“Let her go, please.” J didn’t say anything, just grabbed Patel’s arm and slowly cut off his ring finger. He had to saw to get through the bone, but kept at it. Patel weeped as J finished.

“Love is a beautiful thing. Too bad your daughter will never feel it, much like mine.”


Frost led her to her room, not saying a word. She muttered a barely audible ‘thanks’ and shut her door, not taking long to collapse on the bed. J came in the room minutes later, covered in blood. He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through her hair. Some strands were falling out from stress.

I need you to forgive me.” Y/N looked up at J in confusion.

“For what?” He placed a hand over her stomach.

“For leaving you.” Y/N sighed and pulled him down so his head was against her chest.

“I don’t blame you. I’m just glad I have you again.” J purred as she massaged his head and he fell asleep to the beat of her uneven heart.


Dair Appreciation Week #3 / Day Seven: The reason you still love them.
“What’s a soulmate?”
““It’s uh… Well, it’s like a best friend, but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don’t make you a better person, you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soul mate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you’ll always love her. Nothing can ever change that. Make sense?”
Dan and Blair, they are soulmates.

Safekeeping (Alex Summers x Reader)

Word Count: 5k

Rating: M

Song I listened to while writing: “Screen” by twenty one pilots

Excerpt:  “(Name),” he calls, as casually as he can possibly manage, given the situation, shoving one hand into his pocket. He nudges the granola bars he had brought with him. Maybe he could give her one? Except—no, no, that’s fucking stupid, and he’s fucking stupid, and what the hell has come over him recently, anyways, it’s not like she’s even that big of a deal, except that when she sees him walking towards her she lights up and the way she says his name makes his throat actually fucking tighten around his next breath. Dimly, Alex realizes that he’s screwed.

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Twelve Years

He was right there. After twelve years, there he was. Vulnerable, standing on his doorstep. His clothes wet, torn. “Hi Remus,” he whispered.

“Come in,” Remus murmured, the rusted hinges of his front door squeaking as they swung open.

“Nice place,” Sirius observed, peeling his drenched coat off of his back. Was this how it was going to be? Simply-spoken conversations? Dull eyes and phony smiles?

“Thanks.” Remus’ eyes made their way towards the piece of clothing set in the man’s arms. “Bath’s down the hall to the left. I’ll leave some dry clothes by the door.”

“Oh… Alright. Thanks.”

“Yeah. And bedroom’s just across the hall whenever you’re tired.”

“Um, okay.”

Sirius pulled the soaked clothes off of his freezing body, tossing them in the sink to dry. The hot water fogged over the filthy mirror. Wiping away the steam, he met himself face-to-face for the first time in twelve years. But this didn’t look like him. This was not Sirius Black. Not the one he once knew. His lip was split, his face bruised. His hair matted and unkempt, his ribs protruding through his flesh. Shameful. Unattractive. He looked down at his hands. The blood had dried but the wounds hadn’t healed. He let out a shaky breath, tears finally falling onto his face. Weak. “Leave me alone, mother,” he whispered, wiping away the droplets on his cheeks. The hot water stung his skin as he sank into the tub, closing his eyes.

He snuck into the bedroom at midnight, quiet to not awake the bundle of covers on the right side of the bed. As he moved closer to the bed, however, he was disappointed to find an empty pair of sheets. He didn’t know what he was expecting. They weren’t school boys anymore. They weren’t young, they weren’t in love. They were hardly friends. He crawled under the cold covers, allowing the darkness to envelope him.

“You didn’t have to sleep on the couch,” Sirius spoke.

“And make you sleep on the couch? You’re my guest. It’s common courtesy.”

“Guest…” Sirius breathed, looking at Remus for some kind of sign that what they had was still there, even if dimmed.

“Do-do you want any coffee?” Remus’ fingers fumbled as he tried to lift his mug from the table. “I made a pot.”

“Um, yeah,” he murmured. “Thanks.”

“And, uh, if you’re hungry-”

“Have you forgotten, Remus?” he blurted.

“What?” Remus choked.

“Because I sure as hell haven’t,” he continued. “You can’t just, you know, pretend like nothing ever happened. Like we never happened. I wasted ten years of my life on you and now you just-”


“Fuck, I-I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Then how did you mean it?”

“I just-”

“I need to go.”


“The fridge is stocked with groceries. You can eat whatever.”

“Remus, please.” But he was already headed out the door. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

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  3. "So, that went well.”
  4. “You’re awful. I love it.”
  5. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, exactly?“
  6. "Is that… lipstick, on your collar?”
  7. “Did you do this?”
  8. “You know what? This place feels like home.”
  9. “Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That’s not supposed to be happening. That’s not right.”
  10. “Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!“
  11. "Dear (name), First of all, I’m so sorry. I really am.”
  12. “I can’t do this anymore.”
  13. “So what, you’re just gonna leave?”
  14. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t figure it out?”
  15. “You really think you can beat me? That’s cute.”
  16. “I’m tired of you. I really am, at this point.”
  17. “Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?”
  18. “Shhhh. This is my favorite part.”
  19. “Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?”
  20. “I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you.”
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  27. “The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days.”
  28. “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
  29. “You kiddin’? That’s brilliant, c'mon!”
  30. “So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?”
  31. “My hero.”
  32. “That was harsh.”
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  34. “So you’re really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?”
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  40. “Did you mean like… this?”
If You’ll Take Me (Out)

Author(s): Mintsugakookies & JungkookieBiased

Pairing: Jikook

Length: oneshot, 3.6k

Description: “Just you and I, out in the fresh winter air. We can get hot chocolate from that café you like and sit at the park too. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Jungkook wavers, because yes, he’d really really like that. And they haven’t gone out on a date in a while without anybody interrupting them. (Stupid Kim Taehyung, professional-oblivious-date-crasher. Jungkook is going to crash his dates too one day.)


Jimin had picked a date. Not just any date. The date. And Jungkook was as oblivious as ever. But hey, that just makes the surprise ten times better.


“Go on a date with me.“

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anonymous asked:

Can you please do a drabble where the reader is Mycroft's child and he helps them through a panic/anxiety attack. I understand if you don't want to write it and feel uncomfortable writing stuff with trigger warning.

Hey sunshine,

It’s totally not a problem! I write everything but smut, so… Let’s see some Mycroft!

Name: Dad Is Here

“Dad?” you walk into Mycroft’s office, trembling from the horrible feeling of the coming danger. “Daddy?” Mycroft lifts his head from the mountain of papers and smiles at you, as you walk up to him and look at his work. “Dad, I am scared.”

“What are you afraid of, Y/N?” he pushes the computer away and turns to you, as you shrug your shoulders and walk up to him. “Did something happen?”

“No, just,” you shiver, and he realizes that you are terrified of something too unrealistic. A few months ago, after Moriarty tried to kidnap you, you started getting terrible panic attacks, that only your father can help you with.

“Ok. Come here,” he pulls you closer and makes you sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. Even though you are already a pretty grown person, Mycroft still hugs you every time you need. He gently strokes your back, holding you so close, you can perfectly hear his steady heartbeat. “Did you sleep ok at least?”

“Uhum,” you blink lazily, looking at the watch. 5 am, and he doesn’t even look like he slept. On Sunday. For some reason, when your father hugs you, you start falling asleep, no matter how terrified you are, and what happened, as soon as you rest your head on his shoulder, all of the worries get blown away.

“You had a bad dream?” you nod quickly, feeling how the panic appears again, but the strong hands quickly get you back to calmness. “What was it about, dear?”

“Uh… Some weird stuff. Just scary,” he stops stroking your back.

“Y/N, it would take Sherlock Holmes to fool me. Don’t try to hide it. Was it Moriarty again?” you nod slowly, and Mycroft gently kisses you on the forehead. “He is dead, Y/N. There is no danger, I got everything under control.”

“It was so scary, dad,” you whisper. “He is mad.”

“He was mad, Y/N. You see? I am holding you now. Can something happen if you are at home?” you shake your head. Nothing bad has ever happened at home. “Good. Now breathe. Slowly. You know that daddy is here, right? Will dad ever let anyone hurt you?” you shake your head again. “Well? Are you laughing?” you grin and nod, feeling how Mycroft relaxes the grip on your shoulders and grins. “I’m glad it’s funny.”

“No… No, it’s just that when you call yourself ‘Daddy’… It’s so weird when I know,” he smiles and kisses you again, then rests his chin on your head. “You look tired, dad.”

“I am, Y/N. I am,” he leans back. “I’ve been thinking about your uncle.”

“Sherlock?” you grin, expecting your usual ‘bed time’ story about your weird, crazy uncle. “What did he do this time?”

“He almost shot DI Lestrade. Now the police doesn’t like him, so Sherlock is bored. So he started annoying me,” Mycroft strokes your hair, knowing that his stories make you fall asleep. “I was talking to the Queen a few days ago, and Sherlock somehow managed to send me a dozen messages, so I had to explain that my little brother…” the voice slowly fades away, leaving only the endless softness and tenderness of your father’s hands and his slow voice, the best lullaby you heard since your childhood.

That Don't Sound Like You.

Request: can you write a fic were Dean is in love with reader but reader is in an abusive relationship and when Dean sees the bruises she says it’s from hunting but then Dean catches him and happily kicks his ass and confesses his love for the reader?

Requested by: Nonnie

Warnings: domestic abuse (physical and emotional), mentions of domestic abuse (physical and emotional), violence, angst, one AWFUL boyfriend. This is just rough so read with caution please.

A/n: Here you go nonnie! I am so sorry it took me so long, but at least the length of this one will make up for it…hopefully. 2,536 plus words. I hope you like it!

Based off of: That Don’t Sound Like You by Lee Brice

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