funny story

you know when you’ve been holding in a fart all day it just keeps building up and starts to hurt your stomach? well, I was in 5th grade when I’ve been doing just that. and I didn’t have anytime to go to the bathroom to fart because we were really busy that school day. my class was taking its weekly spelling test when I was literally clenching my butt cheeks together so keep my fart in. we were a few words in when I had to erase a word because I thought I didn’t spell it right. as I’m brushing off the little eraser pieces, I accidentally brush my test off my desk. I wasn’t exactly thinking when I did what I did next. I bent over to the side to retrieve my test. And I did (excuse me while I cringe for a minute) I accidentally released my fart. And it wasn’t just a fart. It was the biggest, LOUDEST fart I have ever farted in my entire life. let me remind you that we were talking a spelling test, so there was no way for me to cover up that big of a fart. the entire class was dying of laughter and I was so embarrassed that I tried to blame it on the guy next to me, but I don’t think anyone bought it. over time I’ve learned to fart silently and luckily my farts don’t usually smell. to this day I have never held in a fart ever again.

Imagine being an actress and playing Elena in The Vampire Diaries and your husband, Jensen, comes on set during a photoshoot to see you. Only to get jealous over your co-star Ian.

Jensen clenched his jaw for what seemed like the milionth time that day and Jared sighed with a roll of his eyes for the milionth time as well.

“Will you just stop it?”

“What?” Jensen raised an eyebrow at his friend quickly going back to looking at you, and of course his eyes narrowing up dangerously.

Jared shook his head “Jensen stop it, I mean it. It’s just a photoshoot”

“Just a- just a photoshoot?!” Jensen tried to keep himself from exclaiming and intterupting you- though he would much love to do that, especially seeing at how close you and your co-star Ian were.And the fact that it was in a bed really was not helping- Who knew what the photograph could think in the middle of this?

Oh hell, no. He certainly didn’t want to think about THAT!

You were his wife, and as sexist as it could sound, you were his. Yes he could get possesive sometimes but he actually knew it was partly because of his self-consciousness. Yes even he did feel self-conscious around you - could hardly believe how he had gotten so lucky to have you - and the fear of you leaving him for someone better did run through his mind many times.

But- other than that this- this was plain jealousy.

“Do you call that just a freaking photoshoot?!” yes Jensen was being a little over-dramatic but who could blame him?

Especially at seeing you and Ian all over each other- Oh hell no! He could hardly keep himself from stomping in there and dragging you out of his grasp and- Where the hell was that had of his going!?!

“Jensen!” Jared growled, grabbing him and dragging him slightly away.

“Hey no- you look at me!” he forced his best friend to look directly at him “It is just a photoshoot. Only a photoshoot. That’s her work ok? That’s your work as well and you above all should be able to understand her. How do you think she feels when she sees you make out with all those actresses in the show huh? Just show her some faith man, I know my sister and you know your wife all too damn well. She would never do anything like… that to you.”

Jensen sighed, running a hand down his face “I know man. I know she’d never do something like that. I know she loves me just as much as I do and I do trust her… it’s him I don’t trust” he ended up growling as he looked at Ian with a glare.

Jared rolled his eyes “Just because they are so close and even best friends doesn’t mean that-”

“Wait what? Best friends? When did that happen and I didn’t know?!”

Yeah, Jared should have probably kept his mouth shut.

My fav thing ever is when ur 6 yr old nephew gets into Pokemon and you lend your Pokemon toys that you grew up having to him and he puts them in his mouth and chews off tiny details on them :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

His Birthday {Kim Yugyeom}

So to the lovely anon that requested this, this my first smut so it may be a bit cringy and I apologize for that. But I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request! (And patience I am sooo sorry this took so long)

Originally posted by amerthaikong

Genre: Angst/Smut/(fluff?) 

The argument got heated quickly, both your voices raising to frighting levels. “Are you really accusing me of cheating on you right now?” You shout as you walk closer to him. “Do I have to say it twice?” He says as he stands up from his chair, hands clenched into fists at his sides. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Tears stung in your eyes and just as you were about to bolt out of your shared apartment, he grabs your arm and backs you into the wall, pinning you against it with your wrists held above your head in both his hands. “Where do you think you’re going?” The look in his eyes full of lust and anger. You try to wiggle free but he locks you in with his hips pressed hard against yours. “Let me go.” You say calmly, not wanting him to sense how inferior you feel in this moment. But he knows you to well. “No. I have to remind you who you belong to.” He attacks your neck with feverish kisses and you bite your bottom lip to suppress your moan. You couldn’t let him win, you wouldn’t. He darkly chuckles against the now sensitive skin, sending a crippling shock through your spine. He felt you shiver and pulled away from your neck, his lips ghosting over yours. “This is your punishment.” You open your mouth to protest but he latches his lips onto yours and lifts you up, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Yugyeom kicks open the door to your bedroom and throws you on the bed. Coming back to your senses you sit up to stand and he effortlessly pushed you back down. “If you don’t listen, I’ll make sure you don’t walk for the next week.” He asks as he takes his shirt off. “Yugyeom I-” He cuts you off with his lips as he climbs on top of you. ‘Don’t touch me unless I give you permission, and don’t make a sound.” He whispers against your lips.

As much as you wanted to angry with him, it was too hard with him being like this to you. Yugyeom was rarely dominant, and when he was it was never this intense. Just the thought of what was about to happen to you made you go crazy. Your thoughts were interrupted by Yugyeom’s knee between your legs, rubbing hard and slow against your core. A moan escaped your lips and your eyes went wide when he pulled away completely, looking at your expression with amusement. “You don’t listen well.” He devilishly smiles and sits back on his heels. “Yugyeom, please i’m sorry .” You say desperately as you squirm, searching for your source of friction. He laughs and leans down to your ear. “Last chance, jagi.” You felt his knee come back to your core, rubbing a bit faster than before. He bites along your jaw and down your neck, softly kissing after each bite. Your head is spinning from all the pleasure he’s giving you, biting your lip hard to suppress all noises from escaping your mouth. You felt yourself on the edge and began to breath harder, biting down on your lip so hard now, that you started to taste blood. He sensed how close you were and pulled away completely again to take off your sweatpants along with your underwear. You looked down at him impatiently as he traced patterns on the tops of your thighs, squeezing them occasionally. You flinch every time he gets close to your dripping core, never giving you what you want. He looks up at you and bites his lip, loving to see you in this state. “Jagi, don’t cum until I give you permission.” His tongue latches to your clit without warning and your hands fly up to your mouth to hold in your screams of pleasure. 

He flicks your clit with his tongue then proceeds to suck on it. He dives two fingers into you and you feel yourself back to the edge, your nerves burning at all the stimulation. He moans into you and the vibrations are too much for you. You clench around his fingers as he continues to moan. “Not yet.” He says breathlessly, tongue still working on your clit. Your hands move to your hair, about ready to pull it all out. He moves his fingers faster and you scream his name. “Yugyeom! I c-can’t hold it anymore!” You pull on your hair harder and clench your eyes shut. “Come for me.” and with that, you let your intense orgasm rip through you, you twitch uncontrollably and repeatedly moan out his name. He shimmies out of his jeans and boxers before climbing onto you to remove your shirt and bra. He pumps himself a few times before gliding it up and down your slit. You softly moan, still very sensitive from your last climax. You look up at him with wide eyes as you remember that you broke the no sound rule. “You already broke the rule, no sense in stopping now.” You chuckle and he rams into you, not giving you a chance to adjust. Moans replace the sound of your chuckle and you grip his shoulders for dear life. “You love breaking rules don’t you?” He pants out as he goes deeper and moves at an unbelievable pace. He reaches down to play with your sensitive clit while his other hand pinched and fondled your breast. Feeling a second orgasm on its way, you grip his shoulders harder and move your hips in sync with his, clenching around his cock while you do so. Your name begins to fall from his lips in weak moans as he reaches his peak as well. A few more thrusts and you become undone once again, Yugyeom following right behind. 

As the both of you come down from your highs, Yugyeom pulls out of you and sits up on his knees with his head in his hands. You immediately scramble to sit up and take his hands from his face, holding them in your own. He rapidly blinks away his tears and looks you in the eyes, sadness embedded in them. “Please don’t leave me, (Y/N). I don’t know what i’ll do.” His tears quickly return, but he lets them fall freely this time. You cradle his face and softly kiss his lips. He kisses you back just as softly, rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You pull away and lean your forehead against his. “Please believe me when I say I didn’t cheat on you, Yugyeom. I’ve been trying to get you a gift for your birthday.” He leans back and cocks his head to the side. “A gift? But whenever I would see you, you’d be on your phone a-and when you saw me you’d jump to hide your phone I don-” You cut him off with a flick to his forehead. “Wanna know why?” He slowly nods and rubs his now aching forehead. “I was looking for tickets to that Chris Brown concert you’ve been talking about, idiot.” His mouth hangs open and he gasps. “Wait, really? That’s why you were being so secretive? (Y/N)! You scared the shit out of me!” He pulls you into a big bear hug and kisses the top of your head. “I love you so much, jagi. Thank you for being such an amazing girlfriend.” You smile and hit his arm playfully. “Yah, you’re not fully off the hook. I’m hurt that you thought i’d cheat on you.” He hugs you tighter and rubs your back. “I was stupid, (Y/N). I should have listened to what you had to say, and for that I am incredibly sorry. I’m sorry for raising my voice too. Please forgive me.” He nuzzles his head into your neck and you pat his back. “I forgive you, Yugyeom. Mainly because of the ‘punishment’ you gave me.” You both laugh and he kisses your neck and moves to your ear. “Oh, you liked that? You like when I tell you what to do.” He kisses your earlobe and runs his hands down your sides and rests them on your hips. “Yes, yes I do.” You remove his hands from your hips and throw the sheet over your body. “But Let’s do it again some other time.” You giggle and lay back on the pillows, staring at him. He shakes his head and smiles while assuming the same position, pulling you closer to him. “I won’t tell you when, it adds to the fun I think, it being a spice.” He kisses your cheek. “Spice?” You lightly chuckle and drift off to sleep.


For: Anon

Imagine: Your boyfriend, Eric, being impressed by you when you get a large tattoo.    

You clench your teeth and wince in pain, you’re finally getting a tattoo, you’ve been too scared to get one all initiation and your boyfriend Eric kept trying to convince you to get it. Now that initiation was over and Eric no longer had to train initiates, he was asked to spend two days patrolling the different factions in order to assure that the factionless weren’t causing any trouble. You thought about it for a while and decided that what better way to surprise Eric when he gets back than by getting a tattoo.

That morning you had stood in front of the mirror and examined your back, which was covered in scars due to a major fight during initiation, so you decided that you would get the tattoo there. Now, there you were getting Tori to stab your back with needles.

“You know kid, I never thought someone like you would get such a large image for your first tattoo,” Tori says, you scoff, “hey, I’m not trying to be rude, let’s be real, this thing makes you look hella Dauntless, you just didn’t seem like the type of person to get it.”

Tori had been working on your back for hours now, and she finally gets up and says, “Alright honey, you’re all done!”

You get up and look at your back, all you can say is, “Wow.”

You see branches with roses on them, they look gorgeous, you chose roses because they are exactly like you, they look soft and delicate, but lay a finger on them and they might just cut you. Roses are also the symbol for passion, wisdom, and love.

Tori bandages your back and you return to the rest of your day.

The next two days goes by slowly as you wait for Eric to return.

Why isn’t he back yet? He was supposed to be back hours ago. You sit in Eric’s apartment on the couch wondering where he was.

You put the glass of water that you are holding down and get up to go the washroom, when you come out you notice that the glass is gone. I didn’t put it away, where did it go?

You hear a noise in the kitchen. Shit! You grab the closest thing you can find, an umbrella, you can probably do some damage with this thing.

You slowly walk into the kitchen, umbrella raised, no one’s there. Suddenly you feel someone grab your waist and yell, “Boo!”

You quickly spin around and swing the umbrella but he grabs it, Eric.

“Shit Eric! What were you thinking, I could have hurt you!” You say quickly.

“With an umbrella?!” He laughs. God you had missed this guy.

You quickly wrap your arms around him and whisper, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he chuckles.

Eric then goes to get changed and the two of you have dinner. He sits on edge on the bed and seductively calls you over to him. You go over and sit in his lap, he starts planting little kisses on your neck and shoulders.  

“Eric wait,” he pulls back and looks at you concerned, “I have a surprise for you!”

“A surprise?” He looks at you smirking.

You slowly remove your shirt and turn your back towards him, he gasps.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s amazing!” He runs his fingers down your back, tracing the tattoo, “I’ve been begging you to get a tattoo since the beginning of initiation, and you finally got one while I was gone. It’s not even a small one, that shit is huge! I’ve got to admit Y/N, I’m impressed.”

“Really?!” You feel chills going down your spine as he kisses the tattoo.

“Yeah, I love it,” He says, “Almost as much as I love you.”

You blush, this is the first time he said the L-word, “Y-you do?”

“Yes Y/N, I love you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he hugs you back, “I love you too Eric!”

Your name hangs in the back of my throat
out of fashion now and frayed
from the days when
I still forced it through clenched teeth

We pretend these nights sentient
aware of their cruelty
when they fall so starlessly
about our winter shoulders
we willing ourselves invisible
to apologetic eyes

Your name is a heresy
and I built a temple from my sin
to kneel before
the bottle and the book
the fear and the flesh
the broken gods that led us here
and left their vessels empty

All of this we speak in hushed tones
or speak not at all

Your name ends in question marks
your face is a metaphor
and this more that could have been done
is a tin talisman
dangling from the end of an outstretched finger

Maybe tonight I’ll say this out loud
before the nights grow too warm
to see your name is nothing more than breath
and you no less a part of me in death


Requested by: Anon

Can u please do an imagine of the marauders time, where you attacked by a slytherin in school and the marauders be there fore u like Remus calm u down, Sirius and James attacked the Slytherin back …. Hope u know what I mean


“Don’t worry, Y/N.” Remus gently said as he ran a hand over your hair. “Everything will be okay.”

“Not for that prat.” James said through gritted teeth. “Who was it?”

“James…” Remus gave his friend a look. “Not now.”

“G-guys.” You looked at them through the tears in your eyes.

“If James can’t, than I will.” Sirius clenched his fists by his side. “Y/N, what did the dead git look like?”

“Guys, t-thank you.” You told them as a you gave them a weak smile. “But you don’t need to do this.”

“Y/N, but we want to.” James said, and his eyes softened as he saw your shaken state. “You’re our friend.”

“Yeah.” Peter spoke up from besides you. “If someone hurts you, we all hurt them back.”

Just Leave

Summary: You’re depressed and feel like the Winchesters would be better off without you.

Word Count: 2666

Warnings: Depression, mentions of self harm and suicide

A/N: So this isn’t a fic that I was working on or was on my to-do list but I’ve had a shitty week and had some emotions to expel. I wrote this in only a few hours and only read through it once, so just ignore any grammar/spelling errors. I’m sure I’ll get around to it later this weekend.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Trying to hide everything behind a fake smile and coming up with bad jokes to hide the fact that you were so broken. The Winchesters didn’t know that you cried yourself to sleep every night. They didn’t know that you would wake up at three in the morning with a painful, dark pit in your stomach, clenching until you couldn’t breathe. The monsters in your mind weren’t just mental now; they were physical. Nothing you did could kill them. You cut and you scratched and burned, but nothing helped. They were still there, inside of you, just under the skin.

And soon the Winchesters would find out. You knew you couldn’t hide it forever. They were too damn observant and it was a miracle they hadn’t found out yet. Why they couldn’t see how utterly worthless you were was a mystery to you. It was painfully obvious to you. And once they saw it, there would be fireworks. They would blame themselves because that’s just the kind of people they are. They spent their whole lives saving people, and you knew they would want to save you too… but you didn’t want to be saved. You didn’t want them to feel like they failed when they couldn’t save you.

That’s why you had to leave. They didn’t deserve the pain you would ultimately bring them. They deserved people like Bobby or Jo. People who didn’t spend their nights ripping themselves apart.

“Hey,” Sam’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. He knocked a few times and waited until you made a noise of acknowledgement to open the door. You carefully arranged your expression to something neutral as he walked over and sat on your bed next to you. “We found a hunt down in Mississippi.”

“I think I’m going to sit this one out,” you said softly. “I don’t feel very good.”

Concern immediately covered Sam’s face. “Do you need me to stay with you? I can take care—“

“No,” you said too quickly. “I’ll be fine. I think I just need to take it easy for a few days.”

“Are you sure? This looks like a simple salt and burn case. Dean can take care of it.” The look in Sam’s eyes melted you and you had to remind yourself that he deserved someone better. Someone who wouldn’t end up hurting him.

“I’m sure. You guys go have your brotherly bonding time. Don’t worry about me.” You’d be gone by the time they got back. The idea of leaving had been planted in your mind a few weeks ago and this was the perfect opportunity to just disappear from their lives.

Sam smiled hesitantly. “If you’re sure… Though I don’t think I can handle being alone with Dean in the car for that long. I’ve kind of gotten used to having you around.”

He bumped your shoulder with his and you forced a smile. He was just being nice. He didn’t actually mean it. “Well, maybe you’ll decide you were better off before I started tagging along. I’m sure having a girl around all the time hampers your boy time.”

“Nah,” Sam shook his head. His eyes found yours and held on. “Are you really sure you’ll be okay alone?”

You’ll be better off leaving me alone. “Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve had a few days to myself. I’ll be fine.”

Sam just nodded and stood up to leave. “Well, Dean and I will probably take off in about an hour then. If you need anything…”

“I’ll let you know.” You pretended to promise. “Thanks, Sam.”

He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

You nodded and he left you alone with your destructive thoughts.

“Drive safe.” You hugged Dean tightly, knowing this would be the last time you ever saw him. “Be careful.”

He returned your hug and you memorized that moment. “You too. Eat lots of soup and you know where my porn is,” he winked. “Whatever it takes to make you feel better.”

Pushing aside the thoughts of what really made you feel better, you slipped into your perfectly normal role and rolled your eyes. “Thanks.”

He grinned boyishly. “I’ll be in the car.”

You and Sam watched him walk away and it tore at your heartstrings to watch his bowlegged gait for the last time. He turned the corner out of sight and you turned to Sam. Saying goodbye to Dean was hard enough, but Sam was… well Sam was Sam.

“You’ll call if you need anything?” Sam asked, taking your shoulders and looking you in the eye.

“Yeah,” you lied. “And you be safe. Don’t let Dean talk you into anything too stupid.”

Sam pulled you into his arms and you wrapped yourself around him, taking in his familiar smell and feel. Being in his arms always made you feel safe and like everything would be okay. His hugs were dangerous. They made you believe a lie for a brief moment. But, since you wouldn’t ever have to worry about falling for that lie again, you let the hug linger longer than you normally did. You committed every feeling to memory; how his heartbeat sounded next to your ear and the firm muscles of his back. The way he seemed to curl around you, hugging you with his whole body.

Pulling back was harder than you ever imagined. You weren’t quite ready to break contact with him yet, though. What was a few more seconds in the long run? So you cupped his cheek with your hand and slowly slid your fingers into his hair. Your eyes connected and the moment felt heavy and pivotal. “Go kill a ghost, alright? Save some people.”

He nodded. “You look like you’re sending me off to war and you don’t think I’ll be coming back.”

I’m the one who won’t be coming back again. “Well, without me there to watch your back, you never know.”

Sam grinned and you tucked that image away. If his face was the last thing you saw in this life, you would be content. “I think Dean and I might be able to handle this one, but you could always come along. It’s not too late.”

Yes it is. You playfully shoved him away, needing to act normal so he wouldn’t suspect anything. “Go, Winchester. You can’t gank this ghost if you’re not in Mississippi.”

He grinned again and walked away, waving before he turned out of sight. As soon as he was gone, your smile fell and the pit in your stomach expanded. The Impala’s engine started and you listened as the only two people left who cared about you in this world drove off. But you knew they would get over it. It wasn’t like you were all that important. You were just some chick they hunted with for a few months.

You weren’t special.

The grass had just been mowed, and you knew that you would have green stains on your knees when you stood up, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. You’d done everything you needed to do and you didn’t have anything left. No reason to live. But you needed to visit your parents’ graves one more time. You needed to see their names carved in the stone. If everything went according to plan, you wouldn’t have a grave. You would just be some Jane Doe. Nothing would be left to mark that you ever lived on this planet. You could just be forgotten.

“Hey mom. Dad,” you whispered. The sun was bright and hot overhead and the gravestones were warm to the touch. It was fitting. Your parents had always been there. They’d been warm and welcoming and tried to help you whenever you needed help. They didn’t deserve a cold daughter like you.

They had called you their miracle child. After years of trying to get pregnant and nearly giving up, you’d come into their lives. If only they knew what a broken soul they got. It wasn’t their fault. It was yours. There was always something off about you. Ever since you could remember, you’d been different from the rest of the kids. The world had weighed more heavily on you than everyone else.

“I’d say that you’ll be seeing me again soon, but I think we all know that’s a lie.” You swallowed hard and a tear fell to the grass. “I hope you like Heaven. I mean, angels are dicks, but the personal heavens don’t seem too bad. At least, that’s what the Wi—Winchesters said.”

The tears fell faster now. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the daughter you wanted. I’m sorry I was always sad and that I isolated myself from you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. And I’m sorry for what I’m about to do. But I can’t keep going on like this. At least in Hell I won’t have to pretend.”

You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. You should have been scared of what you were going to do, but you were just numb. This wasn’t emotional anymore. It was just the best option. It was logical. You didn’t have anything left to offer the world, so it didn’t make sense for you to stay. It didn’t make sense to keep living somewhere when you were just adding darkness and depression. The world didn’t need you. It would be better off without you.

Footsteps sounded behind you and you quickly dried your face and hoped whoever it was didn’t look too closely at you. You expected the footsteps to keep on the pathway behind you, but the sound of shoes on stone stopped and the soft padding on grass came your way. You glanced over your shoulder and your heart dropped.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered.

Sam sat down next to you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Visiting my parents,” you motioned listlessly to the gravestones. “I thought you were going down south.”

“Dean can take care of this one alone.” Sam shifted closer to you, but you kept your eyes on your hands in your lap. Looking at him would be a mistake. Sam was the one person with the kind of power over you to change your mind. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Really?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. You really should have stayed with Dean. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” You saw Sam reach for you out of the corner of your eye and turned your head away, looking down the row of graves. He hesitated briefly before gently taking your chin in his fingers and urging your face toward him. His touch almost undid you and it took all of your discipline to avoid his eyes. He would see right through you in a second. He would see everything you’d hidden and he would be disgusted.

“Hey, Y/N,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

You shook your head. Sam’s hand fell to the grass between the two of you.

“Why? Talk to me, Y/N. What’s wrong?”

“You should leave,” you choked out. Your stomach muscles started clenching and you curled in on yourself, wrapping your arms around your abdomen. You just wanted Sam to be left with his version of you. You wanted him to remember you as his friend, not as the horrible person you really were. You didn’t want him to see the real you.

“I’m not leaving,” Sam said resolutely.

“Well you should. You should walk away and never look back. Get as far away from me as possible.”

“Why?” He prodded.

“Because I can’t do this anymore!” You’d spent your whole life holding these thoughts back and letting them fester and grow inside your mind, but suddenly they were flying out of your mouth and hurtling toward Sam like arrows. “I can’t spend all day scared that you and Dean will suddenly figure everything out. I can’t stand the thought of you guys thinking that you could have done something differently or helped me. I can’t pretend that I’m not fucking useless and broken. And I can’t be fixed, Sam. I just can’t. I can’t keep waiting for you to see who I really am. I’m tired, Sam. I’m tired of not being enough and I’m tired of living.”

“No, no, no. Y/N,” Sam’s eyes filled with the deepest hurt you’d ever seen on his face and that was the straw that broke you. You’d done that to him. You hadn’t even been able to leave him without hurting him. He moved, reaching for you, but you couldn’t take it and you stood up and took a few steps away.

“Just leave, Sam,” you begged, voice cracking. “Please.”

“Y/N, please listen to me.” Sam stood up and turned you to face him, curling his fingers around your shoulders. “We’ve all been through shit and—“

“That’s exactly it, Sam! You and Dean have been through so much and you’re still fighting. I haven’t dealt with half the shit you have and I’m so fucking done. I just can’t. I’m too weak.”

With the slightest pressure from Sam, you were pulled into him and he hugged you tightly to his chest. The unexpected embrace unlocked more tears and your fingers clenched his shirt as your whole body shook with sobs. Sam rubbed his hand up and down your back. “You aren’t weak, Y/N. And you’re not alone. We’ll get you through this, I promise.”

You just shook your head. You were a lost cause. He just couldn’t see it yet.

“We will,” he stated boldly. “You think Dean and I haven’t been where you are? We’ve had to talk each other off this ledge so many times.”

“But you guys are worth it,” you whispered so softly you weren’t sure he heard. “I’m not.”

Sam pulled back, framing your face with his hands. “You’re worth it to me.”

“Don’t say that,” you pleaded.

Tears streaked Sam’s face and the muscles around his lips twitched. “It’s true, Y/N. You just can’t see it. You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You’ve saved my ass more times than anyone. You always make me smile and you even make Dean smile.”

You shook your head against his words, not wanting to hear them, but Sam continued on.

“You always jump wholeheartedly into anything you do and I don’t know how you do it, but you always know exactly what to say to everyone. All of those people we help on hunts and you always treat them like they’re the only person who matters. You make everyone feel special. And just think of all of the people you’ve saved. You’re amazing.”

“Sam, please don’t.”

“Y/N,” Sam’s tone prompted you to lift your eyes to his. “I love you, and I’m not going to watch you tear yourself down like this.”

Love? He couldn’t love you. You loved Sam, but you loved him enough to know that you weren’t right for him. You loved him enough to let him go. “Then walk away, Sam. Don’t watch. There’s nothing you can do.”

He leaned down and kissed you softly. His lips on yours was suck a shock that you didn’t move. You were frozen. “Maybe you think there isn’t anything I can do, but I have to try. I should have told you that I love you a long time ago, and I should have made you talk to me when I first noticed that you weren’t alright, but I was scared. I didn’t want you to leave. Please, Y/N. Dean and I are here for you. I’m here for you. Let us help.”

The last few minutes had torn down some of your defenses and you found yourself nodding. “I’m not promising anything, though.”

A tiny smile came onto Sam’s face. “That’s okay. We’ll get there.”

And maybe, you thought, just maybe we will.


Tobias heard the laughter from the two men as they rounded the pier towards the common area. He took in a deep breath before slowly releasing it. Get rid of him, Tobias whispered to his companion as they entered the small, open room. His usual smirk crossed his lips as Matty nodded. 

Hey! Just the man I wanted to see, London called out, jumping up from his place beside Archer on the couch. Turning, he patted the young blond on the knee. I’ll see you around. 

Tobias clenched his jaw as he breezed past London as if he didn’t see the man standing there. He’d finally gotten what he wanted, he wasn’t about to let some snotty rock star kid take that from him. 

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The ex schnee heir smiled a knowing grin at her former teammate, Cinder had been gone for years and no one really knew who took her place. Weiss suspected Ruby didn't even know. Poor lil Ruby didn't know where her mother was.

“No. No way in hell are you taking her place!” Ruby clenched her fists, glaring at the girl clad in white. She remembered Weiss, she was one of the members of her old “team.” It had been bad enough when Cinder disappeared, but now she had learned that the girl was to take over her spot. Impossible. “No way in hell am I going to let you take her place.”


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“What do you mean she’s been kidnapped?” Kylo Ren yelled at a Stormtrooper.
They gulped. “The Resistance must’ve grabbed her in the-”
“Must have?” he hollered.

He may have been wearing a mask, but that didn’t hinder him from being intimidating. The Stormtrooper flinched when the Sith whirled around angrily, his cape following his movements. Kylo Ren clenched his fists in anger. A large scream escaped his lips.

“I’m going to find her.”
“But-But sir, we don’t even know where-”

The Stormtrooper took that as their cue to leave, and quickly. Kylo Ren nearly sprinted to the ship’s hanger. He pushed a pilot aside and climbed in himself. He took of his helmut, shook out his hair, and started the TIE Fighter and left. It only took a moment before he flipped on warp speed. He was desperate to get the woman he loved back.


Y/N sat in her cell of a Resistance ship. Well, it really wasn’t a cell, per se, but rather a guest room. She strolled from the bed and over to the window. She turned when the door opened. A young man stood in the doorway with a charming smile. Her eyes flicked to the plate of food in his hand.

“I brought you some food,” he told her.
“Obviously,” she replied sarcastically, “You realize I was choosing to be on that ship, correct?”
He gave her an incredulous look. “What do you mean? You’re First Order?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m dating the Sith.”

The man’s eyes widened at the new revelation. Y/N couldn’t help but to smirk at his reaction. He slowly backed into the hallway. As he did, an older woman walked into your room.

“Do you like the room, miss?” she asked.
“I’d like it a lot better if I could leave,” Y/N quipped.
The woman chuckled. “I see you picked up on my son’s sarcasm.”
The younger woman quirked a brow. “So you’re…”
“Yep. You can just call me Leia,” she said with a chuckle, “How is he?”
She smirked. “Overly focused.”
Leia chuckled and nodded. “Sounds like him.”

Y/N turned to the only window in the room and raised her gaze to the stars. Her expression turned forlorn. She turned back to Leia.

“He’s probably looking for me. Are you going to keep me here, Leia?” she asked earnestly.

Leia let out a long sigh. His girlfriend was the closest she had been to her son in a long time.

Kylo Ren landed his TIE fighter on the ground of a planet roughly. He quickly hopped out and fervently searched the landscape with his eyes. He had felt her force signature from above. He was thrown off-balance from behind him.

“Hey baby,” a soft voice whispered in his ear, “So glad you could make it.”
“Y/N,” he exclaimed while pulling her to his front.

She held onto him like a koala, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. She gave a chuckle while examining his features. He seemed irritated.

“Are you alright? Where are the cowards that took you? Once I find them I’ll-”

Y/N caught him off with a hungry kiss. He wrapped his hands around her back. She bit his bottom lip and pulled back with a smirk.

“It’s so nice to see your face, Ren,” she commented sarcastically.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently, seemingly forgetting the Resistance.
She nodded. “They didn’t do anything to me, love.”
He laid his forehead against hers. “Good. If they had-”
“You would’ve smashed them to bits? Yeah I got that.”

The pair laughed as Kylo Ren carried his girlfriend back to the TIE fighter.

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Ronan Lynch lives fast and hard. He barks out rare laughs that are always too soon gone, hits like a snake and snaps quick insults.

Apparently, when he breaks down in a sobbing mess, it’s quick and hard, too.

And it makes Adam’s heart ache in the most terrible way. The furrowed brows, sharp tongued boy he can deal with. The one with shoulders shaking, hands trembling and raw sobs escaping his quivering lips, he can’t. Ronan cries as powerfully as he fights, with fists clenched in his own hair, and faced turned to the floor in horrible misery.

Adam doesn’t know what to do. He expected to come home to an empty apartment, but instead he found his boyfriend sitting on the edge of his bed, sobbing like a baby. Ronan doesn’t notice him, preoccupied by his own pain, and that’s good, because Adam is clearly panicking right now. He doesn’t know how to do this. How to be comforting, to mend instead of hurting. He’s never had anybody to take care of his wounds, to teach him to heal with kind words and a steady shoulder. He doesn’t think he can do it. He will inevitably say something wrong and hurt Ronan even more. God knows he doesn’t want that. He should probably call someone. Gansey would know how to deal with this, he thinks frantically, feeling like a waste at the thought.

That’s when Ronan finally notices him. A beat passes, awkward and silent, and Ronan furiously wipes his cheeks, neck reddening and eyes darting away from him. Even then, his intakes of breath are shaky and his hands unsteady. Adam feels a pang at his chest, a sharp pain at seeing his boyfriend try and hide his misery. It acts like an invisible string pulling him to the bed, sitting besides Ronan. He visibly stiffens, uncomfortable, but Adam takes his hand gently, remembering all the times Ronan’s touch anchored him, pulled him out of a miserable spiral of hurt.

With that touch only, he relaxes, but Adam can see he’s still fighting off the tears. Hesitantly, giving Ronan plenty of time to pull away if he wishes, Adam lowers his head on his shoulder and circles his waist with his arms. At that, Ronan breaks down again, leaning on Adam completely, giving in to a swallowing sadness.

It’s only an hour later, when they are both laying on his bed, Ronan’s head still in the crook of Adam’s neck, who has a hand running in his cropped hair, that he speaks up for the first time «It’s the first year I cry. Before… I don’t know. I didn’t. I felt too empty to cry. »

It’s then that Adam realises. Today is the death anniversary of Niall Lynch. It explains a lot: Ronan’s ever-growing recklessness this past week, his bitter remarks to Gansey, his absent mind in class…

It makes Adam scared, that he didn’t know. How can he help his boyfriend when he doesn’t even know that? How can he comfort someone who mourns the person he loved the most, when love was such a foreign thing to him only a few months ago? Ronan looks up, sensing Adam’s fastening heartbeat. His cheeks are striped with tear stains and the circles under his eyes are deep purple, but the spark has come back in his eyes.

«Thank you, he says simply, caressing Adam’s cheekbone with a gentle finger, for making me alive enough to cry. »

He says it with a weird smile, sad and loving, soft and a bit mad. He says it like Adam hung the moon, when all he did was holding him close through both the good and the bad days. He says it in a way that makes Adam feel like he is enough, even more than enough.

Because maybe all Ronan ever needed was someone to hold him close.


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Words: 1076
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Hangry Dorian has food allergies. Bull is only trying to help.

“You needn’t fuss, Amatus,” Dorian hissed through clenched teeth, though his cheekbones had turned a pleasing scarlet. Normally he would be devouring the attention, had he earned it all on his own, but since Iron Bull was to blame, he was rather embarrassed. Skyhold’s cooks were running out of the kitchens to address him personally, bombarding him with questions, then bickering amongst one another when they received an answer.

“I can’t believe it’s taken you this long to tell them you were allergic to so many foods.” Bull’s face was set in a disapproving frown, though one arm was still slung over the back of Dorian’s seat. “What have you been doing during meals?”

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Cersei stares uncomprehendingly at Jaime. Myrcella is dead. Her child is dead. THEIR daughter is dead. He failed her and she needed his comfort. She simply didn’t understand why Jaime didn’t further her advances. She had kissed him roughly and groped him in places he liked. Jaime loved it rough. She knew it. He had heard him groan in pleasure. But he had suddenly pushed her away. His expression looked like he had just made a mistake.

She had taken a seat on the bench trying to look dignified despite her twin’s uncharacteristic behavior. But she was fuming.

“You owe me at least this,” she had screamed at him. She had flung more nasty words at him but he looked at her blankly, but the way his remaining hand clenched told her otherwise.  When she had exhausted all her energy, she only felt confused.

“I don’t understand. You owe me,” she said softly but firmly.

He strode towards her, annoyance and frustration contorting his face. Jaime gripped her shoulder tightly, his teeth clenched while he spoke.

“I love Brienne of Tarth.”

Cersei looked even more confused as he left without so much as a glance behind him.

That wasn’t the goodbye Cersei expected before her other half was leaving for Riverrun.

Based on a comment somewhere here where someone captioned the photo as “I love Brienne of Tarth.” XD I was going to do a crappy caption but naaahhhh XD I literally made this on the spot so idrk how I did. XD