how many days of torture will it be

Smart!Lance Headcanon

Lance has a photographic memory.
He found out when he was around 8 because he could draw by just glancing at someone else’s art and being able to copy all the details not exactly but extremely close.
When his family was struggling finically, he signed up to do game shows and almost anything that invoked memory and could win anything. His family eventually became finically stable and his memory became no more than a party trick. His family was used to his talent and didn’t pay much more attention to him than his other siblings so he tried to make him stand out more. He would prefect his looks because that was his feature that was complemented the second most.
People started to change their opinion of him from smartest kid in school to class clown and flirt. He had been called an idiot in front of his peers and accused off cheating on tests. He had been in one of the top high schools in America but everyone there looked down on him and called him every name under the sun for idiot. He graduated early because he was sick of the treatment from the other students.
He was accepted into the Garrison with a full scholarship because he had scored a 100 on the acceptance test and his high school. Half of the Garrison officials said he had been cheating but the other half refused to not accept him so he was put into the cargo pilot class.
When he moved up to to fighter pilot, Iverson refused his right to be there. He fully believed he had cheated despite his background of schools. He would lower his test scores and over grade him on his piloting skills. He rose throw the ranks even with Iverson dragging him down.
Hunk was the only one who knew. He had found Lance, after a particularly bad day with Iverson, repeating the numbers of pi.(a habit he picked up when he was stressed to keep his mind off of it)
When they first found Allura, Corren, and the Castle of Lions, he had started learning Altean from a children’s book and worked his way up until he could fluently speak Altean. Corren learned about his talent after walking in on him practicing the pronunciations of the Altean alphabet and offered to help him if he wanted.
When there was a group meeting he would often try to correct the teams mistakes but he would usually told to shut it. Allura would sometimes curse him out and point out his mistakes in Altean with a normal tone of voice thinking it would hurt hurt less if he didn’t. It would have hurt less if she would say it to his face instead of hiding it and saying it as something you would bring up in a normal conversation. She would often mumble about how annoying he is and how he should be more like Keith, reminding him of how he only replaced Keith in the Garrison.
Pidge found out one day after a competition with Lance of who could finish a test first. Pidge would tell him that it was a waste off talent. She would say that she should have that because she would use it for good. He felt like he was back home again, being told by his sister that she should have his memory.
He was left behind on a mission because of his team being forced to retreat without him. The Galra captured him and tortured him for two weeks. Once he was recused by the team and back at the castle, he would have vivid nightmares and flashbacks of his time spent with the Galra.
He had been out of it one day after a night of nightmares and was not paying attention to Allura instructing how the drill would go and ended up asking if she could repeat that. She only responded with “why do you always forget stuff.”
He broke out into hysterical laughter. They looked at him like he was insane until the laughter quickly died off. He responded with “You think I forget things. I never forget. I never forgot all of the things you would say about me in Altean and brushing it off as an Altean ritual. I never forgot how many times I’ve been called a waste of talent and an idiot by everyone. I never forgot all of the nights I spent being tortured and days I spend with out food and little water because I am remind of these things every day because of you all”
(I’m sooooorry this it so long I don’t now how to do simple thing like put it under a cut)

The first and last woman to be hanged in New Mexico was 19-year-old Paula Angel. The crime which led her to the gallows was “as old as Eden.” On 23 March, 1861, Angel stabbed her lover, Miguel Martin, to death. Martin was a married man and a father of five who had been having an affair with Angel behind his wife’s back. Seemingly bored with the affair, Martin decided he would call it off. Within a day, Angel was apprehended for the murder and her trial was held just five days later. After being found guilty, she was sentenced to hang the following month. Her time in jail was short and torturous. It was reported that the sheriff taunted her daily by reminder her how many days she had left on earth.

As the execution date rolled around, Angel was told to sit on top of her coffin in the back of the wagon as they drove to the spot she would be killed - a tree on a cottonwood grove. There was no gallows. She was to be hanged from a tree. As the noose was tied around her neck and she was strung up to hang, it was noticed that the sheriff had forgot to tie her hands. The crowd stood in shock as Angel grabbed at her neck and tried to loosen the rope. As she was slowly being choked to death, the sheriff wrapped his arms around her waist to attempt to weight her down and facilitate her demise. The crowd booed and ordered she be cut down. The sight was unbearable.

The execution was momentarily halted so that the sheriff could tie Angel’s hands behind her back. Moments later, she was hanged once again. This time, it was successful and Angel finally perished.

10 Reasons Not To Relapse:

1) Withdrawals. Those weren’t fun, were they?

2) The mental torture and anxiety of realizing the dope is almost out…

3) …and having to experience that feeling every single day.

4) Your freedom will be lost once again. The dope will be making all the decisions now, and it doesn’t care how its choices will destroy you.

5) Do you really want to lose your clean time? Even if it’s a day, so many people will never be able to achieve a day of sobriety.

6) Oh, but you might not get an opportunity to ever get clean again, because there’s a good chance you’ll O.D.

7) You’ll go back to the same lifestyle that brought you to get clean to begin with.

8) Think you feel shitty now? You’ll feel even shitter when you relapse.

9) Think of your worst drug run and double it: that’s what you’ll have to look forward to.

10) I may not know you personally, but I know you don’t deserve to relive the horror that is active addiction. You may question your worth, but let me be the one to tell you that you deserve SO MUCH BETTER than having a needle in your arm, powder in your nose, or toxin in your lungs.

Now, don’t be ashamed or feel hopeless if you relapsed, because relapse is a part of lot of people’s stories, including mine. Relapse doesn’t mean you can’t get clean again; in fact it’s a big incentive to say “fuck you addiction!” And try again!

** This post is for the addicts who are about to pick up. I just wanted to try to prevent at least one person’s relapse, because as many of us know, relapses are miserable. **

There’s a Fine, Fine Line

Jughead x Reader

The Reader and Jughead have a complicated relationship. Based on the requested song: 7 Things by Miley Cyrus

Warning: some swearing

Word count: 2,562

A/N: I know the request wanted it focused on one line and I tried I really did but the other parts were too cute once I started writing I’m sorry I hope you like it still. Also PS  It would have helped if Miley would have numbered the seven things because like I swear i was counting like 9 things at one point in my childhood. Also speaking of childhood the flashback actually happened to me let’s all relive my worst middle school memory yay.

You make me laugh, you make me cry

I don’t know which side to buy

There’s a thin line between love and hate. Jughead Jones rides that line with you, and it frustrates you to no end.

You had been ‘friends’ with him since you can remember, now only hanging out when Archie and Betty are there. You didn’t hate him at first, in fact, when you were a kid you had a crush on him for what seemed like the longest time.

At the 8th grade dance, you even asked him to dance. You remember what happened vividly, almost like a movie.

A short blue dress, black flats, and a braid down your back. Your makeup is done to perfection, and you feel on top of the world. Betty meets up with you at your place before the dance, her dress is a short milky white with a black necklace and earrings. Her blonde hair  tied up in a bun, a few strands hanging down in a perfect messy kind of way.

“Wow.” you say.

“Do you think Archie will like it?” she asks, going to your mirror and fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“If he doesn’t I will punch him.” You say with a small giggle.

“Thanks.” She smiles in return.

A car horn beeps from outside and you both jump up. It was Archie and his dad. They were going to drive you there.

You both race down the stairs and out the door, tickets in hand.

Archie sits up front, and so you both open the door and get in the back.

“There are my girls.” He says with a smile. All of you, plus Jughead, have been an inseparable crew since the beginning of time, and it all seems to work. You like Jug, Betty likes Archie, Archie and Jug are best friends, and you and Betty are best friends. It all just works.

You arrive at the dance and meet up with Jug, going to the dance floor to sway and jump the night away at your last dance of middle school. Half way through the night a slow song begins to play.

Archie smiles as you see him searching for Betty, and Jughead goes to the side of the dance floor. It didn’t look like he was going to ask someone.

Betty seems to have disappeared, probably to the bathroom, and before you know it Archie has come up beside you and has asked you to dance.

You say yes, of course. Archie was your friend, and you know nothing could ever come out of it. He is just a friend, this is a friend dance. People do that right?

His hands are on your hips and your hands around his neck. You can’t seem to look him in the eyes. You didn’t want to see him looking at you, as this should be Betty’s dance.

Soon, one slow song ends, and yet another begins. You thank Archie, as you see Betty coming back from the bathroom, and almost immediately he makes his way to her. He is just being nice, wanting to dance with both of us on our last 8th grade dance.

You search out Jughead on the side of the dance floor, finding him walking out of the room. His body seems tense, like he wants to leave.

You approach him, trying to chase after him.

“Juggie!” you say, touching his shoulder.

He stops and turns around.

“I don’t like you, (Y/N).” he says plainly.

A pain shoots through your body. The boy you had liked since the 2nd grade was standing before you, one of your very good friends, saying that they didn’t like you.

He turns around again and storms off, before you can ask what exactly he means. Did he mean that he doesn’t like like you? Or does he mean that he just doesn’t like you in general? Does he not like you as a person?

Your head spins as you go out to the hallway, sitting against the wall in your dress and braid, putting your head into your knees as you take deep breaths, already trying to deny what just happened.

That was only two years ago. After thinking about it over and over again, you came to the conclusion that he meant that he didn’t like you in general. It was a painful discovery, but it was one you learned to deal with, and one you’re still dealing with to this day.

You seem to only tolerate each other now, never speaking outside of when you hang out with all four of you. Like today.

You aren’t entirely sure what the plans are, but you just know that he will be there. You take the whole day to mentally prepare yourself before texting Betty.

‘what’s the plan?’ you send.

‘Pop’s, then a movie at Archie’s place.’ she replies.

You respond with a smiley face emoji, and as the last bell rings you pull your hoodie up over your head and walk to the diner.

They’re at the normal booth when you get there, Jughead on his laptop, a space open across from him. You scoot in across Archie, taking your spot and ordering a milkshake.

“How was your day?” Archie asks.

“The usual.” you say, shrugging your shoulders, “I went to Geometry class, my calculator died, and continued to spiral into the torturous hell of triangles.”

Your friends chuckle, but Jughead only raises his eyebrows.

“Are you sure that’s not just high school in general?” Jughead smirks, causing even more laughs from Betty and Archie. Oddly enough, you can’t help but crack a smile yourself.

Your friends they’re jerks

And when you act like them, just know it hurts

Jughead doesn’t have many friends he hangs out with besides you and Betty and Archie, but the ones he did have weren’t the kind of people you would think.

He basically lives at the Drive-In, and you can’t help but notice that some of the Southside Serpents are starting to hang out around there.

Okay, so technically you can’t exactly call them Jug’s ‘friends.’ They more are just forced to hang out around each other because of a common interest, but he’s still starting to pick up on some things that weren’t exactly desirable.

He’s late all the time, cancelling plans all of a sudden, not telling even Archie where he is or how he’s been. He’s dropped off the face of the planet, you actually haven’t seen him in a few months, and neither has Archie, and you can tell it’s taken a toll on him. Even you were starting to worry about him.

On your walk home from school you decide to take a different route. You had to cut through a few yards and walk down a trail through the woods at the back of your house, but the day was beautiful and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the leaves change.

You see a figure sitting on a bench with a big backpack on the path, and only when you get closer do you notice the familiar beanie. It’s over his eyes, like he’s sleeping.


“(Y/N)?” he jumps, nearly falling over. He lands in the leaves on the ground, his beanie falling off on the path. He straightens himself up, quickly grabbing his signature hat and putting it back on his black locks.

“Where have you been?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips.

“Around.” He says, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.

Really?” you raise your eyebrows, challenging him to tell you more.

“Yeah.” he responds, not taking the bait.

“Well Archie is worried half to death, so is Betty. You should probably talk to them.” You say, deflecting the conversation away from how you might be affected. You cross your arms and shuffle your feet on the path, causing some gravel to kick up and roll towards his feet.

“I have been. It’s only been like a week since I saw you guys anyway.” he shrugs.

You look up. Did he not realize how long he’s been gone? “It’s been two months, Jughead.” you tell him.

“Oh…really?” he raises his eyebrows this time, genuinely confused as to how that amount of time has passed.

“Yes. Please explain.” You state simply, looking at him.

“Why would I tell you?” he smirks, scoffing at the implication of telling me.

“Okay, whatever.” you brush it off. You are used to this by now, “Just please tell Archie about whatever this is.” you say, giving him a look up and down.

“What does that mean?” he challenges.

“You don’t think I don’t notice? You hanging out with all the serpents at the drive-in?” now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him.

He looks shocked, and doesn’t say a word.
“They’re making you a different person.” you tell him, walking away.

“Wait,” he says before you get too far.

“What?” you say, spinning on your heels and turning to face him again.

“I’m not hanging out with them.” he tells you, his eyes to the ground.

“Really? That’s what it looks like. And it hurts Archie, and Betty and it hurts-” you stop yourself from saying it hurts you. You’re too busy trying to pry it out of him you don’t notice that he’s looking at you now.

“Hurts what?” he probes.

“It hurts the relationship you have with them.” you cover for yourself.

It’s silent for a minute, you now meeting his gaze.

“Come with me.” he sighs, picking up his backpack and walking in the direction opposite of where you were going initially.

You didn’t argue, though.

Maybe today will be different, maybe today he’s decided not to hate you.

And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do

You make me love you

He leads you to the Drive-in, going to the back room.

He opens the door, leading you into a room with a mattress on the floor, a mirror on the wall, and some clothes and posters tossed carelessly around the space.

You instantly realize, that’s why he’s been spending so much time here. He lives here. This is his home, and nobody noticed it. Not even Archie knew.

“Jughead, why didn’t you come to any of us?” you finally ask, looking around the room, walking to the center.

“I can take care of myself.” he says simply.

“The thing is, you don’t have to. You have Archie, and Betty,” you say, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Really? Cause last time I checked you seem to hate me.” he takes his hands out of his sweatshirt, taking a few steps toward you.

“I’ve never hated you, Juggie.” you say, not breaking eye contact.

“Don’t,” he takes a breath,  “call me that.” His voice is rough and deep, pointing at me with every word. His eyes are flaring, yet stone cold. He is angry at something or someone, you can’t tell.

“I don’t know what I ever did to make you hate me, but I know I sure as hell wasn’t the one who started this.” you say, throwing your hands up in defeat, waiting for a response.

All he does is scoff.

“Fine, have fun being alone, but don’t say I never tried.” you say, pushing past him and making your way towards the door to leave.

“Tried? You’ve barely given me the time of day.” You turn around at this, walking back over to him.
“The only reason I haven’t is because you said you didn’t like me.” You tell him.

“Why would I say something like that?” he gets defensive.

“Don’t act like you don’t remember.” you scoff now, folding your arms once more and rolling your eyes.

He just stares at you.

“You don’t like me, I get it. I’ve moved on with my life. I’ve accepted it. You’ve never liked me.” you say, wanting the conversation to be over.

“I don’t think you do get it.” he says, looking down at his feet.

“Then tell me what I’m missing.”

“The way he looks at you. The way he smiles when you walk in the room. His attention, devoted to you.” he looks at you again, trying to meet your eyes.

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask, confused as ever.

“Archie! It’s clear he likes you. He has since 8th grade. I wasn’t stupid, (Y/N), I saw you dancing with him.” he nearly screams.

“Wait.. what?”

“He only had eyes for you.” He says, hurt now behind his eyes.

“Oh my god.” You put your hand to your head, bringing it down over your eyes. You can’t help but crack a smile and let out a little laugh at how fucked up the situation is. It’s been so muddled and there’s been so much miscommunication.

“What?” he says, his face a mix of confusion and sadness and still some anger.

“Jug, I like you.” You say without thinking.

“What?” he asks.

“He asked me to dance because Betty was in the bathroom. I thought he wanted to dance with her.” you ramble, not realize what he’s asking.

“No, no. What did you just say?”

You pause a moment, just hitting you that you just admitted that you liked him, that you still like him. He obviously heard it, there was no turning back now.

“I- I like you, Jug. I always have.” you let out with a sigh, unable to look at him.

You’re afraid of what he’s going to say, bracing yourself for another rejection. Instead, you feel his hand going to the back of your neck as he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your lips. It was sweet, and simple, a thousand words said in just one touch.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers against your lips as you break apart, keeping your foreheads together.

“For what?”

“For saying I didn’t like you. When I saw you guys I got so mad, and when you came up to me afterwards it was the only thing I could think of. I was… well, I was in middle school.” he lets out a small laugh, unable to find another explanation.

“It’s okay, we both were.” you come back, letting out a small laugh as well.

He takes a small step back from you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers, but you can still feel the heavy weight in the air, a mix of your heavy breathing and the anticipation of what could happen next.

“I hate this.” Jughead breaks the silence, and you’re unable to read his expression.

You pause. The memory flashing in your mind. This was going to be a repeat of middle school, you could feel it.

“Hate what?” you ask this time.

“I hate that you make my stomach tie in knots, I hate what your smile does to my heart. I hate that I’ve liked you for such a long time, and I’ve been too blind to see that you liked me back.”

“There’s a fine, fine line between love and hate, Jughead,” you say, “you just have to decide which side to be on.”

“Then I don’t just like you, (Y/N),” he says. You can feel yourself stop breathing.

“I love you.”

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That post about that porn gif of pins and needles being shoved into a woman’s vagina etc. and other torture in porn reminded me of my first encounter with porn on here.

A few years ago a woman I followed reblogged a porn gif of a woman tied up, and some man in all black with a ski mask on shoved his penis in her mouth and she was literally sobbing, and shaking. I called her out saying I don’t care if she watches porn (I was trying to not seem prudish or ‘shaming’ which is a red flag for how liberal feminism is trash btw) but that it looked like rape and it was disturbing. Of course she ignored me. This is back when I didn’t even know the facts about the horrors of the porn industry and sex trafficking. I just saw it and knew it was torture I didn’t mistake her reactions as anything but terror.

That shit is real, these women are really being tortured in so many atrocious ways for the sadistic fantasies of males, and women supporting this shit is so fucked up.

Liberal feminism has failed, women being raped and tortured on screen isn’t empowerment it isn’t edgy its torture.  Stop defending and supporting that shit.

170226 Jikook/Kookmin

since I’m lazy af I’ll just list things I spotted here and there and you can just go and check for yourself xD

ah, the 1st thing I felt while watching the whole thing for the 1st time was “oh~, why does it feel like Jungkook wanna be in the other team *whisper* Jimin’s team? And it’s not even the 1st time xD”. How he keeps going back and forth in between the 2 teams is so cute.

0:22 cuties having fun and laughing together 

0:33 cuties looking good standing side by side

0:34 I’ve been blessed by Jimin dolphin’s laugh, it’s been a while since I last heard he laughed to that extend since MV Star Dust Run era I believe ♥

0:37 Hey guys, Min Yoongi is talking. Please focus, stop staring at each other xD

0:53 Jungkook awkwardly points at Jimin like “this hyung…” then stops and immediately touchs his neck (sth you do when you feel nervous (?) I dunno). So what’re you trying to do, dear?

1:02 how Jeon Jungkook passes through the sea of people to have a better view of Jimin playing (yeah I exaggerated there, just Yoongi and Monie xD)

1:07 - 1:17 Jungkook’s “Oh yah” then Jungshook and then big smile then still shook “suddenly why/what happened”. But yeah basically everyone is shook since they kept saying that he had a sh**ty hand xD

Seriously, I know Jimin is unlucky with things involving luck, I guess Mr. Luck finally fell in love with my pink baby, I’m proud 🌺 

1:20 Jungkook again makes effort to see Jimin playing and jungshook for how many times who knows

1:35 Kook ah~, close your mouth, dear, beware of flies xD

1:38 “really? what just happened?”

I won’t write the time frame anymore, I’m tired, please for give me like Yoongi “용서해줄게“ xD

Jungkook’s “I got my eyes on you”

Just 총! 조준! 발사! me already Park Jimin, I’m tired, stop torturing me, Hobi and Monie too TT_TT

anyhow, back on track, “I got my eyes on you” ep. 2

Everybody shook now xD

I swear this pink manggae killed me right here like wth is that Park Jimin you deserve your 20-year sentence the other day really I can’t with you anymore stop attacking me are we clear? Anyhow it’s my new ringtone 🐥🐥

Well back on track again, you can see a fond eye behind him xD

JK’s I wanna show my achievement as well 

And at last you can hear Kookie singing along with his Jiminie hyung in his Jiminie’s hyung part, I know, I know you love harmonizing with him, we all know, Kook ah~.

That’s the end of this post. I have no idea what it is about, basically Jikook interaction, me fangirling over Park Jimin. Thank you for spending time reading this nonsense.

Ah, it’d be nice if someone knew how to get rid of the recommendation videos showing at the last few seconds of the youtube video. I hate that new feature. I can’t see sh**, I dunno why they do that! 😶😶😶

Joker Imagine - Griggs abuses you

Originally posted by goktugeminsafli

Your P.O.V.

Where am I? What the fuck was going on?

Questions were racing through my mind and they didn’t leave me alone. There was a big on my head and I was tied tightly onto a chair. My heart was beating hard because this situation scared me. The last thing I remembered was being with Joker. We were just driving around Gotham city until Batman started chasing us. We thought we got rid of him and then everything went black. Now I was here.

I heard a few footsteps coming closer. If I listened closely I could hear someone loading a gun. Then the bag was torn off my head and a bright light welcomed me. I narrowed my eyes and looked around. I was surrounded by at least 20 heavily armed people. Instead of letting them know how scared I was, I put on an act.

‘’Oh hi’’ I laughed and leaned against the back of the chair. They looked very grumpy and even scared. Was I so scary? Then I faced the guy who took the bag off. He had brown eyes, a brown beard that was still quite short and even brown hair. His skin was tanned but still a little on the paler side. He was smiling.

‘’Well if it isn’t Joker’s girlfriend’’ He broke the silence. He sounded awfully familiar. ‘’The one and only’’ I answered him as calmly as I could. I swear if my arms and legs were free I would have knocked them down one by one already.  I tried to yank my arms free but the man didn’t like that. ‘’Oh Y/N you’re not home anymore. We’re in Belle Reve. You’re going to play by our rules now’’ The man warned me and made me stop yanking myself.

Ok he could hurt me if he wanted to. I looked around once more and saw that this place looked like a prison. Everything was metallic. ‘’I play by no one’s rules sir’’ I cleared things up. His smile faded and he kneeled in front of me. ‘’It’s Griggs. Also I think you should be careful around here’’ He thought out loud. I just rolled my eyes. That wasn’t good for him.

Griggs slapped me so hard that I grunted in pain. My left cheek started stinging like fuck and it caused my eyes to water but I wasn’t crying. I just started laughing. My laugh echoed in this weird place and I knew it scared these people. Griggs slapped me again but I forced myself to laugh no matter how much it hurt.

Ha ha ha

‘’Get the special stuff boys’’ Griggs demanded some people. Then I saw how half of the group walked away swiftly. ‘’What stuff?’’ I asked him curiously. Yes I seemed okay now but if I was free I’d kill Griggs. Where was J? Was he free? Would he come for me?

‘’You don’t want to know hottie’’ He shrugged strangely. I cringed once he called me hottie but I didn’t show that. ‘’My J won’t be happy about this’’ I warned him. His men came back with black suitcases. One of them was holding a gag ball and other weird looking things.

‘’I don’t care about him’’ Griggs admitted without thinking. It made my blood boil. How could he just say that into my face? Griggs opened a suitcase and I saw bottles full of chemicals. Although they were sealed, a very toxic smell filled up my nostrils. Someone else strapped the gag ball around my head and put it in my mouth. Just as the man did that, I bit him. Griggs noticed and wrapped his arms around my neck. ‘’Don’t you dare to do that again’’ He growled as his man walked away.

I couldn’t answer him because of the damn ball. Griggs groaned and then took his hands off of me. His grip hurt. I’m sure only that would leave marks. I just watched as he grabbed a tube that had two branches. I tried to shake my head as he put it closer to my face. I wouldn’t let that shit near me!

I screamed once another guy held my head and someone strapped it against the chair. Then Griggs put the tube in my nose and attached the other end to one of the bottles. My heart started beating faster. This was kinda terrifying. Suddenly a stinging smell made my breathing harder.My vision got blurry and I couldn’t control my body well. I just focused on that disgusting smell.


A lot of days passed. I didn’t know exactly how many but it felt like weeks. I was all alone in this rotten place. There was this cage that they kept me in and sometimes I got shocked if I touched the poles. Griggs and his men had tortured me with the weirdest things and I felt weak. I hated this place. Although i wanted to rather die than be here, I didn’t show that to them. I was in some kind of a prison suit. I had torn the sleeves off to make it look prettier.

‘’Well well well’’ I heard Grigg’s disgusting voice as he walked inside to the big area where my cage was. I smiled and hurried to the end of the cage. ‘’Hi Griggsy’’ I purred and flashed him my teeth. He just shook his head and looked away. ‘’What’s the matter?’’ I asked him with a fake pout.Damn the second I was out of here with my J again, I’d make sure Griggs would pay.

‘’You’re hot. If you weren’t so crazy I’d do something about it’’ He told me and it made me feel disgusting. The only one who could touch me like that was J. No one else. Just then something weird happened.

 A loud bang caused everyone to flinch. I screamed and covered my head with my arms. Griggs and his men started shooting but it was too late. Some people dressed in black suits were quicker and they started shooting Griggs men. I was astonished. I just stood in the corner of my cage and stared at the unbelievable situation. I didn’t want to get shot!

In the middle of the shooting and all the smoke I saw Griggs held down by two masked men. Grigg’s gun was gone and he was yelling ‘sorry!’ and stuff like that. Suddenly someone near me made me snap back to my own surroundings. The cage had been broken and one of the men dressed in the SWAT suits stood in front of me. As I looked closer I saw JKR on his chest. Hope lit inside of me.

The man took off his mask and then I saw him. Those blue eyes, red lips, green hair, everything was there. It was Joker! I wanted to cry but the first thing I did was different. I ran into his arms and I got as close to him as possible. His strong arms wrapped around my body and finally I felt like I was home.

‘’You came for me’’ I breathed out. I was in shock. But at the same time I was so happy. Joker ran his hand through my hair and then he sighed. ‘’Of course kitten. It took a while to find the way here’’ He explained with his raspy voice. Even his voice made me so happy. Tears rolled down my face now. I never wanted to let go of him. 

‘’We’re going to go home and get revenge. Then we can take a long warm bath and enjoy the fireplace with champagne. Okay?’’ he tried to make a plan with me. Oh god that sounded just perfect. I nodded and bit my lips together. We were going home.


It’s been almost a month since our little Valentine’s Exchange ended. We hope that everyone who participated had a fun time during the whole shebang. For those interested, here is the masterlist of the fics included in the exchange! We don’t know if more are coming but it’s been…a month…. Remember to leave a kudos or a comment, maybe, to show your appreciation to the writers! ♡

Gods, Daddies and Fake Dicks by JungTaco for lostmyjungkook

Jimin comes to Earth in search for his idol, Thor, but unexpected things await for him here.

Will you be my Valentine? by CmiMiu for SugaTheTurtle

Everyone was always scared of Yoongi that he never thought he’d ever receive a Valentine.

But every year his locker is decorated with festive ornaments and a note stuck on Valentine’s Day asking him “Will you be my Valentine?”

The secret Valentine, however, never reveals himself.

take all of me (I just wanna be the boy you like) by dokidokiharahara (anewkindofthrill) for InfernalMCR

It is way too easy for Yoongi to deceive himself with how brightly Jimin smiles at him, with how Jimin sometimes just looks for comfort and warmth when he curls up next to Yoongi after being fucked for hours. In reality, the boy would probably pack his things and run as soon as Yoongi stopped paying.

“Okay. Do your job then,” Yoongi sneers and maybe there is a hurt look on Jimin’s face.

Unfortunate fortune by otpshots for onecupoftae

Jimin is an injured fisher. Yoongi is a kind shepherd.

Burning cold thief by otpshots for onecupoftae

Yoongi didn’t understand what was going on. All Jimin ever did was loving Yoongi.

love is vivid (no we’re not in love) by btsmemehoes for okaymin

when you drown, you don’t drown when you fall into the water, you drown by staying in.

and in retrospect, that’s probably how it all began.

after all, yoongi had never been great at staying afloat anyway.

i’ll be a gentleman (‘cause i’ll be your boyfriend) by yururin for offthebeat

Yoongi isn’t an easy man to surprise, but kisses out of the blue and sudden boyfriend proposals can do the job.

when i’m with you by sassyneki for sugabox

To Yoongi, the piano is a second home. He finds a third in Jimin.

say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your (wildest dreams) by skyshocksuga for coconutbutter

In a world where people dream of their soulmates in the eyes of their closest friend, it was safe to say that Min Yoongi never expected to dream about his soulmate in all his naked glory.

baby take my open heart (and all it offers) by jeogi for otpshots

Jimin didn’t know what to expect when he decided to take over Taehyung’s shift at the daycare for a month, but meeting his high school crush Min Yoongi definitely wasn’t one of them.


(or alternatively, 5 times Yoongi threw Jimin off guard, and one time the tables finally turned.)

It’s you (I need you) by Penjasin for skyshocksuga

Park Jimin wishes he wasn’t so fucking unlucky all the time. That way he’d never have ended up in class, getting his heat a week too early.

Cloudy with a chance of thunder by sayfever for ryeogi

Yoongi never believed in the marks anyways.

a long time coming by onecupoftae for parkjizzmin

Yoongi and Jimin announce that they’re getting married. Absolutely no one is surprised.

to me, you’re a masterpiece by softgot7 for realitygetsdestroyed

“van gogh who?” taehyung all but yells, throwing another overdramatic wink over his shoulder. “i only know park jimin.”
yoongi simply nods along in the background, grinning when jimin sends him a helpless look.
even as taehyung continues to shout declarations to the rest of the campus, jimin can’t help but think that if he ever became famous, he’d like for the world to remember yoongi as his muse.

And So Here We Go by Pretenditwasjustadream for babygotbaek

Jimin’s a matchmaker and Yoongi doesn’t need his help.


Say My Name by rosetintedhearts for sayfever

Jimin walks in on Yoongi moaning his name as he masturbates

rookie by realitygetsdestroyed for pandapressed

Yoongi looks up from where he’s been biting marks into Jimin’s skin. “How much do you want this?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I was just on my knees for you, I think that’s enough to say hey, I want you to possibly put your dick in me.”

Jimin doesn’t expect it when he feels a slap against his ass, making his dick leak even more. “Don’t get mouthy with me.”

“Maybe you should get mouthy with me, right?”

Baby Fever by ThePurpleStarfish for Pretenditwasjustadream

Min Yoongi is happy. He’s married to the love of his life, he has his health, his friends, and he’s making his way into the music scene. There’s nothing more he wants.

And then Jimin forces him to walk in the cold for groceries.

screenshots of youth by florations for softgot7

Yoongi and Jimin grow old together and make a home in each other.

Compathy by MauveTarte for dokidokiharahara (anewkindofthrill)

The world had a problem, and Min Yoongi did not want to be part of the solution.

(AKA: an ArrangedMarriage!AU a little different from the norm.)

Are You Scared? by rosetintedhearts for sayfever

“Are you scared?”
“Scared of what?”
“That you’ll fall in love with me”

Yoongi and Jimin partake in a game of 'Gay Chicken’. Jimin is convinced he is going to win no questions asked, naturally Yoongi is determined to prove him wrong and wipe that smug smile off of his face.

Clumsy Love by okaymin for kemosabe

Maybe it’s the snow, or maybe it’s the cold, but something changes in the air, and Yoongi isn’t really complaining.

off the mark (i found your heart) by lostmyjungkook for JungTaco

jimin tortures himself by walking into a valentine’s day fair with a broken heart and counts how many used cans he kicks out of sheer frustration.
aka the valentine’s day au where jimin and yoongi meet for the first time and actually kind of fall in love already

Inspired by you by kemosabe for maxx

Yoongi was a piano prodigy as a child, but after an accident in their teens forced him to be hospitalized, all of their passion seemed to disappear. Now, working on a cruise liner as a pianist, he meets Park Jimin, a very wealthy (and very bored) person who promises that he knows how to get the fire back into Yoongi’s piano playing.

fall, everything (i’ll always catch you) by lovelivesinthedream for jeogi

Jimin and Yoongi were adopted in to the same family, but they were always more to each other in their hearts. Not that they’d ever admit it to anyone, including themselves.

see normal people (we’re not part of them) by ziontea for btsmemehoes

Q: where do you draw the line between good and evil, law and criminal?
A: you don’t.

(In other words, Yoongi and Jimin live the happy married life during the daytime and play cops and robbers at night.)

Fanboying Should Be a Full-Time Job by pandapressed for sassyneki

Yoongi did not expect his first encounter with his idol to turn out like this. Yet there Park Jimin stood in front of him: wearing a really flattering pair of tight black jeans, silver hair fluffed to perfection despite not being styled, and dripping wet with a horrified expression on his face as everyone was shocked into silence by what Yoongi had just done.

let’s kick the tires and light the fires by MauveTarte for ziontea

“What—" falls out of Jimin’s mouth as he watches the man whip out a marker from his sweater pocket and, oh my god, deface the back of Jimin’s ticket. The very ticket Jimin was planning to, like, frame or something when he got back home.

(AKA: Novice business man Jimin may not know who this August guy is, but he does know he’s a complete fucking dick.)

hold me tight by coconutbutter for CmiMiu

When Min Yoongi speaks, he knows what he’s saying and he means it.

And he’s saying he hates Kim Taehyung. A whole damn lot.

(Or Jimin is jealous and Taehyung is not helping. At all.)

You’re All I See by SugaTheTurtle for Penjasin

When men come to Jimin and ask him their fortune or what he sees, he’s never afraid to tell them the truth. However, when the crown prince comes seeking the identity of his bride, Jimin can’t understand why all he sees in his future is himself.

Winter Shadow - chapter 8

Steve and Natasha stared at each other, startled, then Steve quickly turned to the Warden, who was poised to intervene.

“It’s OK, we’re good here. Thank you for your help Sir,” he said, gently backing the man out of the room and shutting the door.

She was still standing, gripping the edge of the table tight enough to turn her knuckles white.  Steve turned back towards her.

“OK, let’s sit down, sounds like we need to talk.”

She righted her chair and they all sat at the table, but there was no talk for a moment.  Nobody quite knew where to start. Then Steve drew in a breath and took control.

“So. You knew James. Just to be clear, that is James Bucha…”

She jerked, as if shocked, and shouted before she could stop herself.

“Yes, please, don’t… say his name.  James, that James. Your friend. From before the war. Bucky. Yes, I know him. I knew him.”

Natasha leant forward in her chair, eyeing her.  “I have a lot of questions. First off, why can’t we say his name. Second, where did you know him, and third, why is this the first I’ve heard of it?”

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Rowaelin Part 1: Training

I’ve been in the mood to write lately! This one will have three parts at least and I’m really excited! i’m trying to make my fics longer so, fingers crossed for the future! tell me if you like this length or if you want longer. Don’t forget feedback and more requests!

Summary: After EoS, Aelin and Rowan still aren’t and never have been together but they both want to be. One fateful day, they both go to the main square where Males and females await them, and lets just say, jealousy arises. 

“Go flirt, that’s why we came isn’t it?” Lysandra asked with a wink.

“No, we came here to train. Flirting was not what I signed up for.” Aelin and her friend had decided to go train in the public square that morning to seek out the best competition. They knew that no one had a chance against Aelin, but she wanted to see how long one could last against her. All the same, there were many desirable males in the square and not one failed to eye Aelin, and she knew too well that they were not checking out their competition, but a female whom they took a liking to.

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There is some wild EU stuff floating around on the internet. 

Apparently there was a UK Clone Wars comic that ran in Titan magazine (2010-2014). And the internet being the internet, some of the images have managed to float around. 

I did a little bit of digging on this one, called the “The Fear Architects.” Apparently, the CIS builds some kind of droid that makes people afraid or conjures up their worst fears or memories or something ridiculous. So in this thing, the clones run away instead of fight. 

And Obi-wan…oh, poor, poor Obi-wan…

Oh, look! He’s reliving one of the many WORST DAYS OF HIS LIFE!

“Master Qui-gon? But you’re dead. I saw you die.”

“No, not again, How could this happen again? Master - I failed you.”

I’m not even going to comment on that last panel. Just - no.

You’re Okay

A/N: I’m sorry it’s so short and crappy. I’ve had extreme writers block lately… but I’ve got an idea for a new series (if I ever finish the current one).

Request:  Hi! Could I request one where the reader is depressed and just wants to talk with Sam and Dean but they are too busy so reader just settles on her room before Castiel shows up?? I love youuu

Warnings: Depression, emotional stuff, some fluff, protective cas

Word count: 834

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Being the littlest Winchester wasn’t easy. Not only did demons and other monsters that go bump in the night try to kidnap you to get close to your brothers, but you felt like you couldn’t do much. Whether it was hunting or just talking, your brothers never seemed to understand everything from your prospective.

You remember a time where you used to talk to your brothers nonstop, tell them every little thing that you had on your mind. They actually cared back then, but as you grew older, they seemed to just drift further away from you, especially when Bobby died.

Sam and Dean went quiet for weeks after Bobby died. They were hurting, but you were hurting pretty badly too. You needed some comfort, but nobody was there to give it to you.

Your brothers didn’t seem to notice that you had been acting oddly lately. When you had the chance to sleep, you struggled to wake up. You didn’t have the motivation to do anything, you could barely even move.

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Legolas Greenleaf X Fem!Reader

Character(s): Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil

Fandom: The Hobbit/LOTR

Prompt/plot: Reader is a mermaid who somehow got washed up near Mirkwood. Legolas is out hunting and finds them only to take them home to care for them. 

Warning(s): nudity, mentions of torture 

A/N: AYoOoOoOoOO I’m back. (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Color. And I’ll probably write a part 2 for this but idk yet.

[part 2]

Originally posted by bagginshield

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Request: Hey, I would like to request a bellamy image. The reader is a grounder but was thrown out bc she helped te sky people (it takes place before the alliance). She is friends with Bellamy but when he sees her, beaten up bc that was her punishment, and banished he is rly worried and takes care of her. A lot of fluff pls! 💖 ps: the reader is not that sarcastic or unfriendy as other grounders. In fact she is rly sweet and nice and everyone likes her ☺ thx!!

Requested by: @ariatate

A/N: super cute! thank you for the request! i twisted it a bit but i still hope you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by morleybell

“This is what happens when sky people come.” The grounders voice cut clean through the dead silence as every sing delinquent stared ahead in silence. There was a growl somewhere behind Bellamy as his eyes stuck to you, and then you whimpered while you hung from the grounders grip.

“We don’t make alliances with intruders, Y/N. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.” This wasn’t an attack. Or at least not against the delinquents, instead almost a threat. Threat to Bellamy or you, he wasn’t sure, but as he saw the grounder stand tall in one of the trees right next to his peoples wall, and he saw you hang there just about to fall, he realized it was a messaged.

Turning behind, he caught eye of Lincoln who had been staying with them because of Octavia. He growled, angry. As a grounder yourself, Bellamy never thought he’d see your people treat you so recklessly but it was clear you had made some sort of mistake to your people. Scars and burns marred your body, one eye was swollen shut and you couldn’t speak.

“We do not want either Lincoln or Y/N back. We’ve banished them from our camp.” The grounder spoke just before he let go of you and you fell inside the camp, your body making a smack against the ground.

All anger Bellamy felt was lost as panic struck him and he ran towards you. At the same time, Lincoln reach you and Clarke stood near. Bellamy kneeled by you, turning you over so he could see your face. You groaned, in pain and he went to make sure you were breathing.

“Bella-…” Your plea fell short as it became too painful to speak. Bellamy wasted no time picking you up bridle style as Clarke ordered him where to go. You were rushed into the ship, being placed on a makeshift nurse bed. You groaned and Bellamy sat next to you, holding your hand as Clarke began her work.

“She didn’t deserve this…” Lincoln whispered, shaking her head. Bellamy tore his gaze from you to stare at Lincoln. “This was my fault and she was the one punished.

Octavia stepped up; “hey. You didn’t force her.”

“But she followed me.” He shook his head and Bellamy stayed silent, opting to stare at your guys enclosed hand. Lincoln was right. You didn’t deserved this.

A week later, you were nursing back to health. Your body was marred in scars but still you were optimistic as you healed. Bellamy hadn’t really left your side since the night, though you didn’t mind. His presence made you feel better quicker.

“Hey, Y/N?” Looking over to Bellamy, you tilted your head sweetly. You were always very open. You never truly agreed with your peoples way and rather work together with every one then fight against possible allies, that is how you met Bellamy with the help of Lincoln, and despite bing exiled, you never regretted the day.

“Yeah, Bell?” You asked.

“Why were you exiled? What is so wrong with talking to us?” 

You sighed, falling against your bed. “My people… they’re very strict. They believe that everyone else is a threat and believe the people who feel from the sky to be intruders. Not many people believe otherwise. Lincoln and i one of the few. When they learned of me meeting up with you, I was taken to our leader then beaten and tortured before being dumped here.”

Bellamy’s face was sullen, a frown etched on his face. You smiled at his concern, “hey. It’s okay. I’m here now. I… am welcome here right?”

Bellamy chuckled, “yes of course.”

“Great,” you smiled. Bellamy still looked upset and again you shook your head, softly placing your hand on his cheek. You leaned over, ignoring the pain and Bellamy’s lecture as you pressed a kiss against his forehead. “I’m glad i met you.” You whispered and Bellamy blushed slightly.

“I’m-… glad I met you as well.”

anonymous asked:

headcanons of rfa boys and v getting anxious when mc doesnt come home on time please?? like she's super late by like 4-5 hours and they're going crazy wondering if something happened to her when she steps through the door? <3

(jesus lord this has been sitting in my inbox for too long ;; sorry @ the requester I’m a mess at organizing myself oops)


  • at first he’s reassuring himself
  • MC is fine right?
  • yup haha they’re all ok right
  • this streak of positivity lasts a shocking ten minutes
  • then he really starts to worry
  • calls MC five times and his calls don’t go through- is MC’s phone without signal?
  • he can’t stay put. he walks around the house, sits down and then back up, checks his phone every five minutes
  • very vocal too, and expresses his anxiousness in the chat
  • he can’t concentrate at all lol he’s so worried he can’t even pour milk in a bowl to make cereal
  • finally, after six hours of Messy Helpless Yoosung, the door to the apartment opens
  • he runs like a dog who is greeting his owner to the door
  • hugs MC and cries a bit while saying how worried he was. He might get a bit annoyed later- but for now, he’s too relieved to even feel any other emotion


  • don’t do this to her
  • like….. couldn’t MC send her a text or something….
  • this woman is everything but calm once the third hour from MC’s promised arrival time passes
  • she’s supper tense and snaps at everyone in the chat
  • but she’s also super emotional and delicate at the same time
  • when someone tries to downplay it with “oh MC is an adult don’t worry haha” she just.
  • works like a madwoman to try and take her mind off the fact MC might be in danger out there
  • when MC finally arrives, she quickly makes them sit down and bundle up; but then she’ll talk for a long time about how worried they made her and to please keep their phone charged, and to tell her when they’ll be so late, yada, yada, yada…


  • he’s honestly not that worried the first half hour
  • maybe a bit anxious, but it’s only 30 minutes. It’s normal for people to arrive 30 minutes late, right?
  • that train of thought crashes abruptly once those minutes melt into hours
  • he’s calling MC and leaving messages to no avail
  • he’s so worried!! Men are wolves!! Especially most men in the streets!!! What if they did something to MC??
  • in fact!! Everyone in the streets can be a wolf!! He’s so worried!!
  • he’s genuinely about to blow up, because he’s frustrated he can’t do anything and at the same time dying of worry
  • he decides to go out in his bike and ride around looking for MC
  • rides all over the city calling MC’s name until his throat hurts
  • when he gets home, he sits in the table and almost cries because he’s convinced something happened to MC
  • then MC walks in, apologizing as they walk in
  • he runs up to them and kisses them, hugging them tight
  • he’ll have a talk with them later, but for now, he wants to bask in MC’s presence.


  • if there’s one thing Jumin dislikes, it’s situations where he doesn’t have the control when he could
  • and also, any kind of threat to something he genuinely loves
  • MC being late is the worst thing for him
  • he always worries when MC is fifteen or thirty minutes late-
  • but an hour? Multiple hours?
  • this man is considering buying a billboard and putting an ad searching for MC in the third hour, and the only thing stopping him is the RFA telling him that by the time the billboard is set up, MC would be found already
  • he wishes he could distract himself with work or something, but he literally can’t. he’s too worried
  • drinks wine like crazy to try and calm himself down
  • sends his guards to search for MC
  • when MC runs into the penthouse, looking tired, he almost falls off the couch
  • greets MC with a deep, hungry and needy kiss, but then sits down to reprimand MC for making him (and everyone else in the RFA) worry so much


  • honestly…. he’s imploding
  • MC’s phone is out of battery and he can’t trace them
  • he can’t check the cameras on the street because he has no idea around where MC could be
  • and it would be no surprise if he was crying or unable to function
  • because this isn’t just worrying that MC is lost or something
  • this is worrying someone from a rival agency got rid of MC or kidnapped them
  • it’s the horrible fear of the possibility of waking up to the chat talking about how MC’s corpse was found in a ditch after a rival agency decided to torture them for information on him
  • he’s literally breaking down
  • when MC arrives after five hours of being untraceable and unreachable, Seven can hardly control his emotions
  • at first, he’s overwhelmed with relief as he hugs and kisses MC, crying of happiness
  • but then for a few days, he’ll act detached and distant, because he’s still not over the thoughts of MC being in danger because of him, and because he feels like he has too many emotions going on to properly face MC
  • after a while, though, he’ll go back to his usual self and talk with MC about their safety and why staying out like that is bad for both him and them
All I Ever Wanted


Fandom: Danny Phantom

Pairings: None! Just Badger Cereal platonic goodness

Rating: Gen

Warnings: this turned out to be a hurt/comfort kind of thing and i warn u that it has the sappIEST SAP ENDING EVER. i alSO MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN CARRIED AWAY WITH THE LENGTH

Summary:  After a confrontation with Danny, Vlad decides to reevaluate what he really wants out of life and comes to some life-changing conclusions. In the end, everyone is much happier for it.

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I’m still super invested in the ROGUE ONE characters, I both want SO MUCH FIXING THINGS FOR ALL OF THEM but also I want background fic that breaks my heart further and there have been some lovely gems coming out so here I sit and go through the usual cycle of Star Wars fic reading: This fic makes me feel better! This fic makes it worse! Now this one fixed things! Oh, no, now that one made it the worst ever! Oh, this one is much happier! OH SHIT FEELINGS. OH YAY PORN.

WELCOME TO STAR WARS HELL. (Fic recs every Wednesday.)

all the rest by tomorrowsrain, cassian/jyn, aftermath of torture, 8.3k
   Cassian and Jyn survive Scarif. Most days, she wishes they hadn’t. It’s never easy to keep on living after you expected to die.
A Man Should Strengthen Himself by Annie D (scaramouche), baze/chirrut, 4.5k
   It’s only after the Jedi Purge that Chirrut Imwe gets to know the great Baze Malbus.
Strongest Stars by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & chirrut & cast, 2.6k
   The Force works in mysterious ways. A few quiet moments in the dark create a touchstone spanning across three generations, two orthodoxies, a war, time, space, and the galaxy. A maverick meets a visionary and listens for a song. Spoilers for Rogue One, sort of?
heart in a headlock by andromeda3116, cassian/jyn & bodhi & cast, 12.3k wip
   They say that, when in doubt, you should always choose to live. But, as Jyn is learning, it’s much harder to live for a cause than to die for one.
Burn It Down by GreyMichaela, baze/chirrut, NSFW, 2.3k
   Baze can’t figure out what it is about Chirrut Îmwe that sets him so on edge. Chirrut’s running out of patience.
Beinahe by guineapiggie, cassian/jyn & bodhi, 7k
   (If she had to chose a word for Cassian Andor, it’s almost.)
close quarters by iwritesometimes, chirrut/baze, 4.8k
   a jaunt, a fight, and a shared bunk: three times baze and chirrut got up close and personal. pre-empire era.
Stay in Motion by ignitesthestars, nymja, starforged, cassian/jyn & baze/chirrut & bodhi & cast, 5.1k wip
   Short stories set in a universe where the Rogue One crewmembers survive.
Tastefully Arranged by nymja, cassian/jyn & bodhi & k-2so, 1.4k
   For the prompt: K-2SO interrupts Jyn and Cassian’s attempts at a first date.
every memory adds another piece by indoissetep, baze/chirrut, 1.5k
   Scenes from a lifetime spent together.
Another Word for Hope by inkandpaperhowl, cassian/jyn & baze/chirrut & bodhi, 1.9k
   maybe (adv): 1. perhaps, possibly; 2. neither yes nor no; 3. allowing for hope where ‘yes’ or ‘no’ would deny it
Kyber Hearts by crowleyshouseplant, cassian/jyn & bodhi & baze & chirrut & cast, 1.2k
   After death, Rogue One lives on through the Force to see the end of their mission.
Meditations by roselightsaber, baze/chirrut, ~1k
   There are so many stories of Baze watching Chirrut train and meditate. It’s Chirrut’s turn.
firefly by peradi, r2-d2 & bb-8 & rey & finn & poe & luke & k-2so, 4.4k
   Humanity is infectious, Finn makes friends with droids, and K2 cannot get any rest: the story of how Rogue One flies again.
Horizon Bright With Light by rosaxx50, cassian/jyn, 2.8k
   (Five times Cassian makes up or changes his mind about Jyn Erso, and one he doesn’t.)

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 A/N: Here’s the Lucifer one, the Chuck one will come out tomorrow! To everyone wondering about the au, I talked to @dacianamusik23 a what au they wanted and for Lucifer it’s the “you can hear your soulmates voice in your head” au with a twist! 

Request:  Lucifer soul mate…. Chuck soul mate….AAAAHHHHH!!!! My body is ready!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

All thoughts are in italics!

Originally posted by louislumbarcurve

Everyone loved their soulmate. That was it, an unspoken rule that was a must for everyone. Of course you could be angry with them or disgusted, but deep down you always had to love them. 

Yours seemed to want to test that theory. 

Every second of the day was agonizing. Having your soulmates thoughts stuck in your head every second of the day was agonizing. If you were with your friends and you gave so much as one little thought on something they said a snide comment would hit back. Tests you had to take in class were never fair because your soulmate seemed to know everything. The worst part was when you had to sleep though, because that’s when your soulmate wouldn’t shut up. 

Well to be fair he never did but it was amped up then.

But every class was the same. The teacher would be talking about something, for example the second world war, and your soulmate wouldn’t shut up about what “really happened”, which consisted of demons and angels and vampires and all these different creatures. More than once you had to tell him to shut up.

You just barely made it out of high school without punching a wall and thankfully he grew busy enough that he didn’t talk to you every second once you started college. As thrilled as you were about having the time to yourself, you did occasionally miss his voice. 

Then your last year something changed. It was like you woke up one day and realized that everyone in your class knew their soulmate, had met them and was married or engaged. You weren’t in a rush to get married if you even wanted to, but you really wanted to met him. It was that situation that actually left you up at night wanting to talk to your soulmate and not just staying up because you were forced awake by his constant yammering.


It was shy, nearly questioning if he was there. The response was instant, it was uncommon for you to initiate talking.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

You sighed, feeling better once you heard his voice. Everything from your body to the air seemed to relax and you let your eyes close. Meeting wasn’t something you had talked about before and you were hesitant to bring it up. Wouldn’t Luci have said something by now if he wanted to meet?

“Have you ever thought about meeting?”

There was only silence for three minutes and seventeen seconds, you had been watching the clock. The time alone was all the information you needed for a response, but Luci responding didn’t make it any better.

“It’s not safe.”

That would always be the answer and it would always hurt.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

Lucifer could tell you were sad, even without saying anything. If Lucifer knew it would be safe, that you - his soulmate - wouldn’t become target number one for every hunter, angel, and power hungry demon out there, then he would meet you. Lucifer wanted nothing more than to meet you, the only creature of any form strong enough to be the soulmate of the devil himself. 

Initially Lucifer tried to say something, explain himself like he did the first time you asked when you were six years old. You didn’t respond and after a few hours he knew you were asleep. He would just have to try again in the morning.

Hours later Lucifer tried talking to you, waiting for a response. The hours turned into days and soon enough a month had passed and you hadn’t directly talked to Lucifer. It pissed him off, he didn’t outright reject you, just wanted to keep you safe. At least in the past you gave him a chance to explain himself.

At some point he just couldn’t think about you anymore, at least as much was possible. He was finally out of hell and had to get Sam to say yes to being his vessel. After that he just had to take care of Michael and then he could find you. It was that simple.

“I love you.”

It was sudden and words you had never heard Luci say. You had been at school all day, complaining mentally about all the paperwork you had. After a month and a half of not talking to Luci, you finally caved. As annoying as he was, you couldn’t ignore him forever because he had grown on you.

Then the message came that day. It was a big rule that Luci never said the word love in a real way. Jokingly he would say it, but never with a meaning. This meant that something was wrong and instantly you were out of your seat, running from the classroom so you only had to focus on Luci.


You stared at your watch and counted as the minutes went by. At ten minutes you tried again.

“Luci, I swear if this is one of your jokes it isn’t funny.”

Seven minutes went by.

“Dammit Luci, come on!”

Three minutes and thirty seven seconds went by.


There wasn’t a response.

Years went by in silence. You weren’t sure how many, after three you stopped counting. All you wanted was to hear Luci’s voice one last time, but you knew that wasn’t possible. Now you spent your days at a desk job from dawn to dusk, ignoring all the soulmates you could so you didn’t have to think about yours.

It was agonizing for Lucifer. Being stuck in the cage was a new form of hell, no pun intended, that he hadn’t expected. Day in and out he could hear your thoughts and couldn’t respond. At first it was pure torture and he was glad that Sam was stuck with him so he had no chance to talk to his soulmate just like Lucifer couldn’t. Then he got out and Lucifer was left to hear you cry over the thought that he was dead.

Years after it was just heart breaking. No thought or mention of Lucifer passed your mind until night. A very quiet “goodnight Luci” would be it and then you would be asleep. For years Lucifer tried to scream back, tell you he was there and give you shit for thinking he was dead. He wanted to laugh and say it was all a prank, win you back and meet you, finally see your face.

Then the impossible happened. A crack in the cage. His first thought was you, but there was no response. Whatever it was that kept Lucifer from talking to you was still in place and his only bet was to get out.

That’s where Sam Winchester came into play.

After a few mind tricks, Sam was back at the cage and ready to play. It was good enough that Sam showed up, but when Castiel and Dean appeared in the cage it was like Christmas for Lucifer. After a bit of convincing and fighting, Lucifer was out and in Castiel’s body.

Not the best looking vessel he’d ever had and surely not what he wanted you to view him as, but he wasn’t going to complain. Much.

“I’m back baby.”

It was mocking, joking, almost like this whole thing was a joke. That’s how it had to be done though, right? For you to believe that he hadn’t abandoned you it had to be a complete joke.

Lucifer waited for the reply and it came only seconds later.

“What the literal fuck?”

So maybe Luci wasn’t dead! Maybe your soulmate, the man you loved to death and lost for years of your life for some reason he had yet to explain, wasn’t dead! Oh, and he wanted to meet you! 

See, this is why you thought he was testing the limits of how much a soulmate could love their other half. (There was no way you would say better half like most do because there was no way in hell that Luci was the better half of this duo.)


“You unbelievable asshole, have you been around this whole time? How did you get your thoughts to stop? No, I don’t care, Luci you can’t just say I love you and then say nothing.”

“Can I speak?”

You thought for a minute, not sure if you really wanted to hear what he had to say. He didn’t seem to care and started talking anyways. 

“I’m coming to see you, I’ll explain everything when we meet.”

Wait what.

“Wait what?”

“I’ll see you in twelve hours.”

“Wait what!”

Twelve hours later you were hiding in your apartment. There was no way Luci could find you, he didn’t know where you lived and what you’ve done in the last few years, or you didn’t think he did. Really anything seemed possible now, but finding you was unlikely.

You were in sweatpants and a loose shirt from your college days, a bowl of pasta in front of you as you watched some documentary on birds. As the narrator mentioned their feeding habits, your mind was miles away. For the last twelve hours you had tried to get Luci to talk but to no avail. He was gone again, he had to be because there was no way could show up out of thin air.

A knock on your door dragged your attention from the tv. Every ounce of your being was telling you not to open it, and you listened as you stayed firmly planted on the couch. The knocking started again, this time repetitive with no end.

“Open up (Y/N).”

You screamed at the sound of Luci’s voice, at the fact that he was right outside and you were seconds from meeting your soulmate. Quickly, you turned the tv off and set your pasta down. Making our way to the door, with encouragement from Luci, and stared through the peep whole. 

Outside stood a man that looked nothing like a Luci if you were being honest. Hair a dark brown and eyes of a puppy dog, you were positive this wasn’t your suggestive and annoying soulmate. Still you opened the door, staring at the man.

“Hello?” You said. A smile spread across the mans face and he stepped into your apartment as if he owned the place.

Oh yeah, this was Luci.

“Nice apartment,” the man, Luci, said. Your nose scrunched up.

“You don’t sound like yourself,” you said. Luci let out a laugh and turned to face you.

“I’m not myself.”

Hours later and your mind was blown. Hunter, angels, demons, everything he had talked about was real and you were speechless. Even who you were looking at right now, Castiel as Luci - Lucifer - had called him, was an angel. Of course you wouldn’t have believed any of this if it hadn’t been for him showing you his - Castiel’s - wings and healing a cut on your hand you got earlier that day. 

Now you were just sitting on your couch, head in your hands as your mind raced at a million miles a minute. All Lucifer could do was sit across from  you, staring at you with Castiel’s face with an expression that looked so uncommon for the original man.

“So…what do you really look like?” You whispered.

“Oh, you know, blinding light and loud screeching voice,” Lucifer laughed. You leveled a glare on him before sighing.

“What do you typically look like?”

Lucifer smiled at you and looked down at his body.

“Why, you don’t like this?”

“This isn’t you,” you argued. Lucifer smiled at you.

“Blonde hair, boyish good looks, the longest-”

“Oh my god, I’m stuck with a child,” you laughed. Lucifer rolled his eyes but gave a smirk as an affirmation.

It was silent again for a minute and then Lucifer sighed, standing from the couch. You followed his action and looked at him worriedly. You knew this meant he had to leave. As much as you wanted him to stay forever, it really was dangerous for him to stay around you for to long.

“I’ll be back in a week,” he promised. You nodded, wrapping your arms around him. The hug was only reciprocated for a minute before he pulled back and headed for the door. You followed behind and stopped just as he stood in front of your door.

“Bye,” you said. Lucifer only gave you a smile before disappearing without even opening the door. You rolled your eyes and walked back to the couch, sitting and picking up your pasta, turning the tv and documentary back on.

“Hey Luci.”


A blush crossed your cheeks.

“I love you too.”

Gabriel: Tortures Sam for months by making him watch his brother die every single day, over and over.

Fandom: Oh how sweet, he loves Sam so much, he’s just trying to help him. 

Castiel: Beats Dean twice, breaks Sam’s wall, betrays them multiple times.

Fandom: Look at that, it’s totes true love, they are so mfeo!

Lucifer: Manipulates and torments Sam into giving his body as Lucifer’s plaything, tries to pit him against Dean, tortures him for many years in the cage.

Fandom: Awwww, look. Luci is such a cutie, he and Sam are a perfect couple. 

Sam and Dean: Die for each other, sell their souls and/or go to hell for each other, put each other before themselves.

Fandom: Oh my God, brothers should NOT be that close, it’s sick and abusive and it romanticizes pedophilia, incest, etc.. OMG, you’re disgusting if you ship Wincest.