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nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog


1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”


36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”


90: “ Catch me if you can! ”
91: “ I’m fine. ”
92: “ Are you drunk? ”
93: “ Are you high? ”
94: “ We cant go in there… ”
95: “ Give it back! ”
96: “ Well this is just great. ”
97: “ Don’t touch me. ”
98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”
100: “ I didn’t do it! ”
101: “ I did it… ”
102: “ I don’t remember that! ”
103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ You owe me. ”
106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ Why are you naked? ”
110: “ You did what?! ”
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ This tastes horrible. ”
117: “ This is delicious! ”
118: “ Are you mad at me? ”
119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ I love that show too! ”
121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”
123: “ Let me help you with that. ”
124: “ Take that back! ”
125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ What are you listening to? ”
128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ Run! ”
131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”
135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”
136: “Give me back my phone! ”
137: “ You’re an asshole. ”
138: “ Are you cold? ”
139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ Did you hear that? ”
142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”
144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ Go back to bed. ”
146: “ Are you okay? ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ Put me down! ”
154: “ There’s only one bed… ”
155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”
156: “ How did I loose it? ”
157: “ I read your diary. ”
158: “ This is awkward. ”
159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts.
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161: “ Bite me. ”
162: “ Make me. ”
163: “ Fuck me. ”
164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”
167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
170: “ Bend over. ”
171: “ On your knees. ”
172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”
173: “ Lay back. ”
174: “ Take off your clothes. ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ I’m waiting. ”
177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ As you wish. ”
179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ Can I touch you? ”
185: “ Open up. ”
186: “ No strings attached. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ Mine. ”
189: “ The nights still young. ”
190: “ We cant do that here! ”
191: “ Behave. ”
192:“ What did you just say? ”
193: “ Good girl. ”
194: “ Good boy. ”
195: “ Come here. ”

15 Rules to Live By
  1. If you’ve already eaten, do not take seconds unless everyone else has had firsts.
  2. if you use the last of the toilet paper, change the roll.
  3. Chew with your mouth closed like a proper human adult.
  4. Wash your dishes within 6 hours of use.
  5. During the day, keep all drapes open to let the sun in.
  6. During the warm months, keep the windows open so air can flow through the house. If its too hot, do this at night.
  7. If you’re bored, go outside.
  8. Keep the space tidy - exceptions are workbenches if they are in a basement or in a shed.
  9. Be in bed by 10 PM and up by 7 AM at the latest; I guarantee you its better for both your physical and mental health.
  10. No negative Nellies; there is always a silver lining. (Grieving through tragedy is different)
  11. No complaining about the snow. Embrace it and enjoy it while it lasts because before long, everyone will be complaining about the summer heat.
  12. There is no need for the faucet to be on full-blast.
  13. If someone is annoying you, be patient and wait for a while before gently asking them to stop. Likewise, if someone asks you to stop doing something, either stop, or make a fair compromise. The world does not revolve around you and patience is a virtue.
  14. Be sure that all lights and fans are off before you leave the house.
  15. Always do a quick wipe-down of all counters and sinks after you use them.
Treat You Better

Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: angst, abusive boyfriend, angst, swearing, angst, fluff

Words: 3.2k

Inspired by: “Treat You Better”- Shawn Mendes.

All credit goes to Marvel

Originally posted by passion-of-arts

The first time Y/N brought her boyfriend to the tower, Tony’s heart sank. He and Y/N hadn’t been official, it was never anything more than friends with benefits. She was allowed to date, they even had discussed this. But like most friends with benefits cases, one always falls for the other. For once in Tony’s life, he developed actual romantic feelings for someone.

And that someone had found someone else.

Y/N’s laughter filled the hallway as she dragged her boyfriend through the tower, giving him a tour. Tony cleared his throat, and busied himself with washing the dishes. “Tony, you know you have like 100 people that you pay to do that for you, right?” Y/N asked. Tony looked over his shoulder, doing a once over of the guy Y/N was with.

“Yeah, uh, I gave them all the night off to get some sleep for clean-up after the party tomorrow night.” He focused back on the hot water running over his hands and Y/N’s smile faltered, but quickly brightened back up.

“Okay, well I was just going to show Darren around the tower.” Tony nodded and Darren scoffed. He could hear Y/N give him a swat, but he pretended not to hear the comment, despite his anger starting to bubble. This guy was an asshat, what was Y/N doing with him? He shook the thought out of his and sighed when he realized he was alone. Tony dropped the dishes back into the sink.

“What am I doing? I don’t wash dishes.”

It was 1:03 in the morning. Tony laid in bed, tossing a ball into the air and catching it, a constant cycle to distract him from his thoughts. Y/N’s laugh played over and over in his head like a broken record. He should be the one making her laugh. Not Derrick or whatever his name was. He just looked like a tool. Y/N’s too good for him and everyone knows it. Tony groaned before pushing himself out of bed and walking down to the lab. He had a suit he had been working on, and hopefully forcing himself to finish it would ease his mind.

Except it didn’t. Tony just sat on the couch, replaying old news clips about all the times he’s “saved the day” or “saved the world”. He guessed he must have been playing the TV too loud, because soft steps pulled him out of his trance. “Tony?”

Y/N stood at the doorway of the lab. Her hair was tied in a messy bun that was now loosely hanging off of her scalp, she was wearing a pair of dark red sweatpants and one of Tony’s old sweatshirts that he had given her at least a year ago. “Hey, what are you doing up?” She padded over to the couch, plopping down on it and resting her head in his lap as he yawned. His fingers instinctively began brushing through her hair.

“Couldn’t sleep, Darren snores.” Tony laughed.

“So do you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t hear it when I’m sleeping,” she smiled softly, closing her eyes. Unbeknownst to Tony, she missed this. She missed this feeling. Especially his fingers running through her hair. When Darren did it, he would do it quickly and pull at any knots she had; it was painful when he did it. But when Tony did it, it was enough to lull her to sleep. Which it was currently doing.

Tony was looking down at her. Her eyes were closed, her hair was brushed from her face, and her cheeks were a rosy pink. She peeked one eye open, “Tony?” He hummed in response, never ceasing the movement of his fingers. “Do you want me to call it off with Darren?”

Yes, yes. Oh God, yes. Please dump that tool and love me instead. “Do you want to call it off with Darren?”

“Well, no, but I can tell there’s something that you don’t like about him. What is it?”

He’s not me. Tony took a deep breath. “I get a bad feeling from him. Is he treating you right?”

“Yeah,” she looked down at her hands on her stomach. “He has some anger issues.”

And that’s when Tony saw it; the big dark purple mark on her left shoulder that wasn’t being concealed that great by Tony’s baggy sweatshirt. He cleared his throat, averting his eyes. “Y/N…” she didn’t answer. He gently lifted her from laying on his lap until she was sitting in his lap and resting against the arm of the couch. “Say the word and he’s gone. I won’t even let him make it past the front gate. He won’t hurt you again. Not on my watch.”


“Just sleep down here with me tonight, please. If he asks in the morning where you went, tell him Natasha and Bruce broke up and you spent the night eating ice cream with her and binge watching Gossip Girl. I’ll even have her back you up. Stay, please.” Y/N looked to be contemplating her options before she slowly nodded. “FRIDAY, lock the doors, close the blinds, and turn the lights off.”

Tony laid down on the couch, pulling her on top of him and tucking her head into the crook of his neck. She lightly gripped his shirt and her breathing wavered for a split second before he felt her take a deep breath and relax in his arms. This is so not running away from my feelings, he thought to himself.

The next morning, Tony jolted away at a hand on his shoulder. He immediately went to grab the wrist of the person, but relaxed when he saw it was just Bruce. “Have you seen Y/N?” Tony asked, looking around the lab.

“Yeah, she was making strawberry pancakes in the kitchen,” Bruce noted. He paused, then opened his mouth in shock and somewhat disappointment. “Tony, tell me you didn’t hook up with her again last night.”

“Strawberry? She doesn’t even like strawberries.”


“No, no, we didn’t. She came down here last night when I couldn’t sleep and I saw something. I couldn’t let her get back in bed with that sadistic bastard. I had her sleep down here with me. No sex.”

“Saw something?” Bruce urged Tony to continue, even though he already knew where this was going.

“Yes, something. That something being big, purple, and in the shape of a handprint, Bruce,” Tony had gotten up, and began pacing back and forth in front of the couch. “What am I supposed to do? I mean just go tell her I love her and that I can treat her better? That’s insane.”

“What did you just say?”

“That she had a big, purple bruise in shape of a handprint.” Tony stopped pacing, looking up at Bruce curiously, who in turn was looking at Tony like he had three heads.

“After that. That you…” Tony nearly had to sit down at the realization of what he just said hit him. “…love her?”

“I…love…her.” He sounded out, Bruce nodding along slowly to each word. “I have to go tell her.” He got up to walk from the lab but Bruce grabbed onto his bicep, stopping him from moving.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea when she’s eating breakfast with her boyfriend?”

“I have to try.” Bruce begrudgingly let go of Tony’s arm and watched as Tony nearly sprinted from the lab.

“Y/N, I need your opinion on something for the party tonight, can you come with me?” Y/N looked up from the stove top where she had been flipping the strawberry pancakes that everyone knew she hated. Her boyfriend turned to look at Tony. “She’ll only be a minute.” Tony added, trying his best to sound pleasant.

Y/N began following Tony down the hall until they were standing in the doorway of his bedroom. “What do you need my help for?”

“You need to leave him.”

“What?” Y/N looked incredulously at him. He’s out of his mind, she thought. She knew from the start that she didn’t want to be with anyone other than Tony, but when she found out that he and Pepper had gone out, she gave up on pining for him. He just wanted a distraction from Pepper’s absence. She should have known that their breakup wasn’t permanent. She was just a filler in Tony’s sex life.

He gently pulled the hem of her- his- sweatshirt down, exposing the bruise along her collarbone. “Do you expect me to believe he gave you hickies in the shape of a hand? Y/N, what has he done to you?” Both their heads turned when they heard Darren call for her.

“I have to go, Tony.” She began walking away.

“Wait,” Y/N turned back to him. She felt her eyes light up with hope. Maybe he was going to tell her he loved her and that she should leave Darren and they could go and elope in Paris, she wished. Tony looked like a deer caught in the headlights that she actually turned around. How the hell was he going to tell her? Why did Bruce let him leave the lab? “Um, you don’t like strawberry pancakes.” Y/N let out a sigh.

“He does, and I want him to be happy.” She walked away, and Tony felt his heart breaking all over again.

For the rest of the day, Tony busied himself with preparing for the party. He made calls to the caterers, decorators, and made sure security was almost air tight for this party. He had subconsciously picked the color scheme to be blue and green- Y/N’s two favorite colors.

After he had showered, Tony went to his closet, pushing the doors open, pushing aside all of his different suits one by one until he found the one he was looking for. A dark blue blazer with a brown blazer and white dress shirt. He found the matching blue pants and laid the ensemble down on his king sized bed, staring down on it. “Y/N’s favorite suit.” A voice from behind him said. He turned to look. Steve stood in the doorway of his bedroom, leaving against the wall, a knowing smirk on his face.

“What’s it to you, Cap?” Tony said, popping the ‘p’, hoping Steve wouldn’t catch on to his nervous and very un-Tony Stark behavior.

“Tony, it’s no secret that you and Y/N were friends with benefits. Both of you would come down from your rooms in the morning with hickies all over each other, despite neither of you bringing someone home the night prior. She’d whisper something to you at a party and you’d disappear for hours immediately after,” Steve smiled, a new realization dawning on him. “You like her, don’t you? That’s why you give Daniel dirty looks all the time, why you’re wearing her favorite suit, and why the decorations for this party are suspiciously her favorite colors.”

“Okay, one, his name is Darren. Two, have you not seen her shoulder? It looks like he missed her hand in a violent game of patty-cake,” Steve narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching. “Third, I don’t like her. I believe ‘head over heels in love with her’ is a better term.”

“So why not kick the guy out?”

“Because what if, in some sick and twisted way, he does make Y/N happy? Why would I get in the way of that because of my own selfish feelings?”

“I can almost guarantee that if he’s hitting her, she’s not happy.” With that, Steve turned and left, leaving Tony with his thoughts.

He looked in the mirror as he buttoned up his dress shirt, which was already tucked neatly into his pants. He pulled his tie around his neck and began tying it, remembering all of the times Y/N would do this after they snuck away from his party for a little bit. If only he knew then that he was going to fall this hard for her.

He shrugged his jacket on and slid his sunglasses on before checking his hair once more and spraying his cologne and walking down into the common room, where people had already began piling in for one of Tony Stark’s signature parties.

Sam and Steve welcomed him into the circle of 90% of the Avengers and handed him a glass of tequila. “Thanks, Lord knows I’m going to need it tonight,” That’s when Steve pointed to the stairwell, where Y/N was walking down. She was wearing a long silver evening gown with a dangerously long leg slit. Her black heels accentuated her legs. Her hair was curled to perfection and her makeup was simplistic. “Does anyone else feel like they’re going into cardiac arrest or is that just me?” His teammates laughed and smiled as Y/N approached them closer, Darren at her side. “I’m going to be playing a dangerous game and I need you to play along.”

“You look amazing, Y/N.” Natasha said, Y/N smiled and thanked her.

“Simply stunning. You might just be the most beautiful girl in the tower tonight.” Tony complimented, giving her a hug and making sure his hand splayed widely on the small of her back, just about touching the rise of her butt. Y/N’s back tensed against him but the smell of his cologne made her relax slightly, aside from whatever he was doing.

“Tony, help me get drinks for everyone, yeah?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” They began walking to the bar and once they were out of ear-shot, Y/N stopped him, lightly grabbing his forearm.

“What are you doing?”

“Treating you how you should be treated, unlike him.”

“Darren’s a great guy.” Y/N said confidently, but Tony knew better. He knew she put on a confident front when she was unsure of something.

“Is he, though? Y/N, if he’s hitting you,” Tony started, voice getting lower and turning into a hushed whisper. “You have to leave him. Please.”

“Why, so we can go back to being no-strings-attached fuck buddies?”

“No, dammit.”

“Then why?” Tony bit his lip, cursing himself for causing this situation. He had to tell her.

“Because I love you, and I can treat you better. Frankly, I don’t know how he can live with himself after doing this to you,” he gestured to her shoulder, which was covered the best she could with makeup. “You don’t have to leave him for me. Just leave him.” Both of their heads turned when they heard Darren calling for her.

“Why did you wait until now to tell me?” She asked. It was as if she was almost pleading with him, begging for him to give her permission to leave Darren.

“Because I never explored the possibility that you could end up in someone else’s arms.” She grabbed his hand, looking down to where they connected. It felt like they were made for each other, fitting so perfectly. She squeezed his hand.

“I have to go.” She whispered. Tony nodded, releasing her small hand from his. He didn’t turn around to watch her walk back into Darren’s arms. He couldn’t.

Darren had a death grip on Y/N’s arm as he nearly yanked her away from the party. She tried scanning the crowd to look for her friends, but they were all chatting with each other and not paying much attention. They wouldn’t notice even if she was waving her arms like crazy. Darren shoved her into her bedroom, falling onto the floor before he slammed the door behind them. “What’s going on between you and Stark?”

“Nothing, he just needed my help with something.”

“With what? What he needs to do for you to get on your knees for him? I bet that’s already happened though, huh?” He gripped onto her hair before spinning it around his fist and yanking her up onto her feet, a cry ripping through her throat.

“Let her go.” Y/N nearly cried of relief when she heard Tony’s voice at the door. She opened her eyes to see Sam, Bruce, Bucky, Natasha, Tony, and Steve all blocking the door. Tony stepped first into the room. Darren released his grip on her hair, nearly pushing her back onto the ground. Bruce picked her up off the ground and brought her to the corner of the room, farthest away from Darren. Tears pricked at her eyes and she buried her head towards Bruce’s shoulder. She promised herself that he would never see her cry; nobody would. Crying meant weakness. She didn’t have room for weakness. Natasha and Steve stood behind Tony, one on either side of him.

“Bucky, get Y/N out of here.” Steve ordered. Bruce lightly pushed her over towards Bucky who held his arms out for her.

“No, let her stay,” Tony said. Y/N paused, standing between Bruce and Bucky. Sam stepped in front of her, forming a protective border around her. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” Tony snapped. Darren looked unfazed.

“Are you really going to defend the same girl that you only used for sex?”

“At least the only handprint I left on her was on her ass. You, my friend, crossed a line.” Tony pulled a handgun from his pocket and the air in the room thickened. He rarely threatened someone like this.

“Stark-,” Steve began, trying to ease the situation, much to Tony’s disagreement.

“He hurt my girl.” Tony nearly growled. He clicked the safety off the gun and aimed it straight at Darren.

“We’re not shooting him,” Bucky said. “He’s not getting off that easy.” Tony thought for a moment before pocketing the gun once more. He turned to Y/N, who Bucky had stood in front of when the gun came out.

“Y/N, say the words, and he’s gone. Remember what we talked about?” Tony asked, eyes imploring her to give him the permission he needed to kick this guy out already. Y/N looked at him, and it was as if he could see her strength and courage he knew so well blossom back to life. She stepped out from behind Bucky and Sam and walked up until she was side by side to Tony. Sam couldn’t hide the smirk, more than pleased to see the old Y/N begin to shine through once more. Steve and Natasha still stood protectively by their sides, but she didn’t need it. She looked Darren right in the eye, smiling.

“I want him gone.” Darren’s eyes just about glowed with anger, but before he could lunge at her, Bruce jumped in front of her, putting him in a chokehold.

“You really don’t want to do that. I may not kill you, but piss me off enough, and the other guy will.” Bruce sneered. Y/N stood motionless by Tony’s side, still smiling to herself as everybody walked Darren out of the room. Steve shut the door behind him, leaving the two alone.

As soon as he heard the door close, Tony wrapped Y/N in his arms, hugging as tightly as he could without hurting her. He pulled away, checking her for more injuries as the smile on her face grew. “What happened? Is this a prank? Why are you smiling like that?” He asked frantically. Y/N pressed her palms against Tony’s cheeks before lifting herself up to his height and pressing a long kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, Tony.”

Prompt List!


Post Breakup

  1. “I still love you and I fucking hate myself for it!”
  2. “You have no idea how much I wish I could take it back.”
  3. “If…If I had asked you to stay, would you have done it?”
  4. “It doesn’t make a difference! We’re over!”
  5. “You look happy and it’s killing me.”
  6. “Did you really ever love me?”
  7. “I thought I should give you this back,” *Insert object*
  8. “I should have treated you better…”
  9. “I found this photo of you in an old jacket and it reminds me of what I lost and I came here to find it.”
  10. “I still have like 50% of your shirts here and I really don’t want to give them back. They smell like you and I realized I couldn’t sleep without one. So if you insist on taking them please just leave one.”
  11. “I miss us and there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that you’d take me back.”


  1. “I don’t want to say goodbye.” “So don’t.”
  2. “Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?” “Because come dawn I have to leave and say goodbye.”
  3. “Let’s not say goodbye. Let’s say see you later.” “Let’s see you later.”
  4. “Goodbye.” “If you walk out that door, then you better not come back.” 
  5. “Is this goodbye for now? Or forever?”
  6. “Goodbye.” “Please stay. Please don’t leave me.”
  7. “Don’t say goodbye. It hurts too much.”
  8. “I love you…Goodbye.”
  9. “I hope you understand how much this fucking hurts me to leave you behind.”
  10. “I can’t risk losing you…” “You already did when you said goodbye.”


  1. “It’s cold and you’re warm, so cuddle me now!”
  2. “Don’t ignore me! I want attention!
  3. “I love you to the moon and back.” “I love you to pluto and back.” “Don’t you try outdo me!”
  4. “You realize you don’t need to flirt with me right? We’ve been dating for three years.”
  5. “Who that fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”
  6. “Tell me you love me.” “I just told you I loved you.” “But I want to hear you say it again.”
  7. “You’re an asshole.” “Yes I am, but I’m your asshole.”
  8. “Did you do the dishes?” “I thought you were going to do them!” “Well, you thought fucking wrong.”
  9. “Can I please come back in the bedroom.” “Not until you apologize.” “It’s fucking Mariokart!” “Say you’re sorry!”
  10. “Stop hogging the fucking bed or you’re getting out!”


  1. “You pay more attention to that dog/cat more than me!”
  2. “I’m going to get my own dog/cat and then you’ll be jealous of how much I love it more than you!”
  3. “Stupid animal.” “I heard you call him/her that!”
  4. “Does it really need to sleep in our bed?” “Do you really need four pillows?”
  5. “I should have left you at the shelter.” “What the fuck!? Don’t talk to him/ her like that!”
  6. “Do you really love that beast?” “Jesus! What is wrong with you! He/she can hear you!” 
  7. “You’re so cute! I love you so much!” “Thanks.” “I’m not talking to you.”


  1. “Did you really think that was going to work?”
  2. “I’m not an idiot, idiot.”
  3. “What are you looking at-Oh. My. God, You like him/her!”
  4. “Pillow fort?” “Pillow fort.”
  5. “I can’t sleep so I came here in hopes that by being here I could. But now you can’t sleep and I feel bad so I’m just going to leave.”
  6. “Why do you keep inching closer to me?” “Cause your warm and this damn movie theater is freezing.”
  7. “Can you please stop!” “…” “Thank you!” “78 bottles of coke on the wall, take one down, pass it around, 77 bottles of coke on the wall!” “Are you fucking serious!?”
  8. “Don’t you fucking give me that look! You are just as big of a part of this as I am!”
  9. “Stop or get out!” “I’m not doing anything!” “You’re breathing loud and it’s annoying me!”
  10. “What’s that?” “My work.” “Yeah, I got that…But like what’s it about?” “Stuff.” “What kinda stuff?” “Just stuff.” “Yeah..but what-” “Would you please STOP!”
  11. “Why are you a jerk?” “I’m not a jerk!”
  12. “You know how they test on animals?” “Uh…Yeah…?” “How come you aren’t in a lab?” “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Imagine getting into a heated argument with Kit Walker.

Kit was always such a handsome man, so the overwhelming jealousy I felt towards that girl that he was flirting with while we were on kitchen duty made my stomach ache. I tried to get out my frustration as I aggressively cleaned the kitchen counters off, before we had to be asigned to go back to our rooms. Which were more or less a cell. Kit came up from behind me, hugging me, and kissing my cheek. “Hello, gorgeous.” I shrugged him off, not saying a word to him as I continued to clean the flour off of the counter. “What’s wrong?” He asked with a chuckle, trying to hug me again, I shrugged him off again. “What don’t you ask that nympho girl you gave a flower to, I saw her grabbing your belt loops, you can tell how into you she is,” I said coldly, as I gathered dishes to put into the sink. “What? Shelley? She was being nice to me. She’s my friend.” He defended himself. I didn’t say anything else “Hey,” he said smoothly, touching my arm. “You are my girl, Shelley isn’t my girl.” I still ignored him, and he soon becane frustrated, huffing, turning me around. “Please, will you please knock this shit off? Listen to what I am telling you, Y/N. You are my girl,” “Whatever, Kit. Go sleep in her bed tonight,” “knock it off! You don’t mean that!” He yelled “what else do I need to say to fucking convince you other wise? I am nice to another girl, and suddenly you’re annoyed by that?” “No, I am not annoyed because you were nice, I am fucking mad, because you were flirting with that blonde nympho who talks about how much of a nympho she is to EVERYONE!” I yelled back, “Will you please stop? She is not a bad person! She is misunderstood, she was being fucking nice to me, so I gave her a god damn flower. We need friends if we ever want to get out of her, so stop with this jealousy!” “Jealous? I am not jealous. Get away from me, Kit. There is nothing you can do to convince me, especially where you aren’t apologizing for flirting with her.” “I refuse to apologize for something I didn’t even do, Y/N.” We both stared at each other in frustration, he then lunged forward, wrapping his arms around me, forcing me into a hug. “Get off of me!” I protested “No!” He yelled as he kept a hold of me. “Kit!” I yelled trying to push him. “No!” He repeated still holding me. I wiggled trying to get out of his grip and that’s when he pushed me into a wall “You fucking piss me off,” He said through clentched teeth. I went quiet. “Now you WILL listen, I did NOT flirt with Shelley, I did NOTHING wrong. I am a good, loyal man. Being accused of shit I didn’t do is exactly why I am here. So we need to get some things straight if you and me are together. 1) I don’t want to be accused of shit I didn’t do. Ask me! 2) I am not some womanizer, get that through your head. ” He said as he still held me there, me still angry that he had me in this kind of a hold, where I had no control. I had hit a nerve, and I realized it. “Get off me,” I demanded still “Do you want to be with me or not?! Because it’s pretty god damn important you listen to me if you want continue being with me.” He said. I still protested on his hold. “God damn it you are so stubborn!” He yelled and then he pressed his lips into mine hard, and passionately instantly moving his lips into mine, holding me to a wall, and rubbing his hand up my skirt. I tried to fit him, but was like butter in his arms, as he began to kiss my neck. “You are so fucking stubborn,” He muttered into my neck his lips locked onto my skin. I bent my knee, him holding my leg with his hand. Rubbing up my thigh, to give my ass a hard squeeze. Without hesitation, he undid the buttons on the front of my dress, moving his hands inside of it. Feeling me up. “What if someone finds us?” I said with a nervous laugh, grabbing onto his arm. “Oh well!” He said with a laugh, he then turned me around, bending me over onto the counter, I listened to him undoing his pants, pulling them down. He pulled down my underwear, tossing then aside. He moved my legs apart with his feet, then thrusted inside of me not taking time to do anything else. He instantly began to go harder with each thrust, pulling at my hair, thrusting harder and harder. I moaned out somewhat loudly, him giggling in response, and cupping a hand over my mouth. He kept going, quickening his pace, while he muffled my moaning into his hand. He leaned down, kissing the back of my neck, grazing his teeth against my neck. Sending shivers down my spin. He grabbed onto my ass with both hands, grasping hard on it, using it to help him get deeper into me. “Kit, Y/N.” We heard from the hallway “Shit shit shit shit shit shit!” Kit said as he pulled out of me and struggled to get his pants buttoned and zipped. I smoothed down my shirt, as Sister Mary Enuince came inside, looking at us both. She smiled “Are you almost finished with your chores?” We looked at each other and nodded. “Hmm, why are you out of breath? Something is going on in here?” She asked looking around the kitchen. I kicked my underwear out of site as she walked in, starting to look to see if we had hidden something. She eyeballed us, as she walked to the door. “Remember something, Satan is the one who tempts us to do things we shouldn’t do. Whatever it is you are doing, I suggest… You stop. But you know, there is so much to do still” She said, giving us a strange look before exiting. “She’s been so weird lately,” I said, remembering the stuttering, stressed out, mess she was before. I scratched my head and looked at Kit. “I’m sorry I over reacted,” I said looking down at my feet. “I am so very sorry, I hope that you will forgive me.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders “I think it’s safe to say I forgave you 20 minutes ago,” He laughed and kissed me. Kit was such a good man; I needed to not worry so much about him hurting me.

Originally posted by ahs-is-my-heroine

120417 : 1237


you are coming back soon. just a few more sleeps and i can finally see you again, in person. not through the screen of our phones.

i am going to the market later to buy some fresh ingredients. i will cook all your favourite dishes, just let me know which one you want to start with. i have also changed your bedlinen for you to your favourite set, because nothing feels as good as sleeping in your own bed, when you are home.

i know we talk daily, but there are just some things i still want to share with you and i prefer to do it in person. i wish i can be more like you, being more expressive about your fears & concerns.

stay safe and take care.
talk to you soon.


ps : i cant wait.

Adore You

Word Count: 1,221

Warnings: Swearing perhaps? Angst.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean just can’t seem to come to terms with his feelings for the reader, no matter how strong his attraction to her is.

A/N: I originally posted this on my other SPN blog I made a million years ago (@another-supernatural-blog) that I kind of forgot I had, lol (I know I know, I have way too many blogs that I’ve just kind of forgotten about at this point). So now I’m going to be reposting those stories I did over there for the next few days :)


“Dean? Dean, are you with me?”

Sam jabbed a finger into Dean’s shoulder in attempt to get his attention. Dean was driving the two of them home from a case they just wrapped up – nothing too exciting, just a simple salt and burn.

“What Sammy? I’m trying to drive here!” Dean’s gruff voice erupted. Sam, used to Dean’s outbursts, sunk down into his seat with a smirk on his face as he folded his arms across his chest.

Dean looked over at Sam, then back at the road quickly. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as to why Sam was smiling. “What’s so funny?”

Sam shook his head with a chuckle. “You were just thinking about Y/N, weren’t you?”

“What? No, I mean, we were only gone for a few days. I’m sure she was just fine without us”

“That’s not what I mean… you were thinking about her” Sam said with an emphasis on the “thinking.”

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Arranged Marriage: Sehun edition. Part 2

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 ongoing…

Originally posted by wooyoung

So when I wrote part 1, I thought everyone would kill me, because it’s so bad. But it turned out to be the most popular thing I’ve ever written, so here’s part 2. 

I still don’t know where I’m going with this story. 


There I am, standing in my kitchen. Making dinner for my husband. I’ve been married for a month and I can say that nothing ever changes in my everyday life.

Wake up. Make breakfast. Find something to do during the day. Make dinner. Wash the dishes. Go to bed. 

There are things that make my life more pleasurable. My favorite books, watching sunsets, meeting up with friends on weekends. And there are things that I’d rather not see everyday. For example his face. 

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Things to do on a Saturday morning that I am not doing
  • sleeping in
  • going for a walk
  • laundry
  • going into work for an hour or two
  • cleaning the bathroom (oops I accidentally did that one)
  • putting away my clean dishes (I had to do something while my bread toasted)
  • reading
  • drawing
  • playing the piano
  • making my bed

Torn Part 10

We finally get to see a sweeter side of Eric……even though it does not last that long because the possessive side of him comes out. There has been a shift in the relationship and the reader and Eric are close to realizing their true feelings for one another. Sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy. Now off to write my Tom Hardy fic.

Part one through seven here. Part eight here. Part nine here

You came to with soft wet kisses all over your face. Eric kissed your nose as his blue eyes gazed into yours.

“What happen?” You asked hoarsely.

“You passed out.” Eric moved a strand of hair from your forehead. “Are you ok?”

Was that a look of concern on Eric Coulter’s face? You nodded your head in conformation that you were ok. You could not believe that Eric had caused you to orgasm so hard that you passed out.

Eric leaned in and softly kissed your lips, you sighed as you opened your mouth to him and moaned a little from the pain that pulsated from your lower half as you wrapped your legs around him. You both laid for a few moments as you melted against Eric’s body as he devoured your mouth. You were getting wet again.

“I have to go.” You announced as your brain started to clear of the fogginess and you thought about work. Eric did not move from off top of you for a few moments as he searched your face.

“You can leave when I say you can leave.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to push him off. “Come on Eric I have to get ready for work.”

You knew Eric was not the cuddling type so why prolong your time in his presence. He was going to kick you out eventually so why not beat him to the punch and leave.

Eric sighed as he rolled over off you. He sat up in the bed with his back against the headboard watching you as you struggled to get up.

“Shit!” You muttered as your lower half ached. You slowly got up with as much dignity you could muster and slowly got dress as Eric watched you.

“Y/N?” You looked up at Eric from buttoning your pants. “Don’t go near him again. I am dead serious.”

Eric’s face was stone cold.

“I won’t as soon as you get rid of Raven.” You challenged. Eric was out the bed and in your face in seconds.

“Are you telling ME what to do?” he seethed.

“Yes and we won’t be together again until she is gone.” You told him not backing down. You were proud of your new boldness toward him. Hell if you could handle what he dished out last night you could handle anything when it came to him.

“What makes you think I would give her up for you?” Eric smirked as he found your newfound courage amusing and sexy.

“If you want this pussy again you will.” You could not believe that just came out of your mouth and Eric could not believe it either as his eyes widen and mouth opened for a split second before his face returned to its usual coldness.

“You threatening me?”

“No I am just stating fact. If you don’t get rid of her we will never be together again.” You moved away from Eric’s opposing figure. You needed to get home. Eric grabbed your arm and stopped you in your tracks.

“You must have forgotten who you are talking too. You do not tell me what to do. I can have you anytime I damn well please.”

You shook your head no and snatched your arm from his grasp.

“Nope you will never touch me again if she is still with you. I don’t feel comfortable with you fucking her and me at the same time. I shudder to think if she has any disease.” You told him as you slowly headed to the door. You were in such pain. Eric followed behind you completely at ease in his naked state.

“I always use condoms when I am with her.” Eric told you as you began to turn the door handle. You looked back at him and could not help but to admire his flawless muscular figure.

“I want her gone.” You said again before you opened the door and quickly as you could walk out before he could say anything else to you. You instinctively looked over at Four’s door and it was shut. You walked to your apartment gritting your teeth from the pain between your legs and ass. You were glad Eric did not follow you. You hoped he realize how serious you were.  Four was right you needed to make a decision and you did not want Eric with Raven, as you needed to make a proper decision without being swayed more toward Four because Eric was with her. They both need to be single on even playing grounds so you could make your decision. You could not keep going back and forth between them.

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theoneelectronic  asked:

simon/klav or simon/apollo?


I can see the two of them working out soooo great tbh. I’ll always love this pairing dearly.

Let them run into each other at 2 am at the prosecutor’s building bc neither of them wants to go home. Klav bc “home” is where all his dishes are dirty in the sink and five weeks of unwashed laundry is lying on the floor, Simon bc “home” is that tiny place which feels still way too huge with the way too soft bed.
Let them look at each other like “Wtf are you doing here it’s 2am” - “Right back at you buddy”, let them hesitantly start talking over coffee in the break room eventually.

Simon/Klav is *so* good.

(But also, why choose? Simon/Klav/Polly. :3)

mirageoftheopera  asked:

I may not have read 'Devil's Little Face' yet (though I will be reading it for Phantom Feedback at some point), but can I just say that I'm very impressed that you're able to update the fic so fast? :D Honey, I WISH I still had ideas raining down on me like they are for you! <3 Just here to say to keep it up, you inspire me!

I… inspire YOU? WOW. :) You can’t hear the scream I just made. :) Oh dear, thanks a lot. I just hope you will find it worthy. I am honestly surprised people seem to like it so much. Well, my ideas surprise me the most unexpected times (doing the dishes, taking a shower, going to bed) - and once I get an idea it is kind of easy to include it in the story for me. So I can update once a week usually. :) Yesterday’s chapter was an exception, it was a sudden unexpected plot twist I had the time to finish soon, so I just chose to share it right away. :) Thank you again - I hope you will like my story as well. :) 

I Hate You Sometimes - Ashley

A/N: Yet again, I’m so sorry this has taken so long its-iloverockandrollsummernights. I hope this is fluffy enough for you and was worth the wait :)

You know what?” you yelled at your boyfriend who was sitting in the living room. “Forget it. It’s not like your here much anyway, so why should you help me out when you are?

Thats ridiculous, Y/N!” he shouted back, making his way to the kitchen where you were. “Do you have any idea how hard it is travelling as much as I do? I am jet lagged beyond belief right now, so excuse me if I’m to tired to help you out at the moment.

Yeah, but you aren’t to tired to get up and yell at me about it!

For fucks sake you’re being so stupid about this.

Am I?” you were livid at this point, it just felt like he didn’t care about you and the fact that you lived alone for most of the year. “This is your house too, Purdy. You might want to start acting like it.

Yeah, well, as you so kindly pointed out, I’m never here anyway.

Hey, I never said never,” you reminded him, pointing your finger sternly in his direction.

I hadn’t finished,” he shouted louder than either of you had so far. “I can’t deal with this, when I come home I want a chance to relax…

And I want to feel like I have a boyfriend.

Will you stop cutting me off?

Will you stop making this into a bigger deal than it is?

I really hate you sometimes, do you know that?” Ashley hissed, running his fingers through his hair.

You threw down the tea towel you were holding and stormed past him muttering angrily to yourself.

You headed straight to your room and flung yourself on the bed the two of you shared. Half of you was still so mad at him, the other half simply wanted to cry. You buried your face into your pillow and screamed. But once you had let out all your frustration, it turned into a strangled sob.

You heard the door open.

Fuck off,” you yelled through the tears, face still buried in the pillow.

Y/N, come on,” said Ashley in a soothing tone.

No,” you said, shifting your body away from him as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you.

Y/N, you know I didn’t mean that…

You sat up then, curling your knees up into your chest. “It sounded like you meant it,” you murmured.

Ashley’s heart broke. You looked and sounded so genuinely upset and the fact that he knew he had caused it made his chest physically hurt.

I know that must have hurt you, and I’m so sorry,” said Ashley, his tone calm and soothing. He couldn’t bring himself to see the hurt in your eyes and stared at his hands while he spoke. “I don’t hate you. Ever. You are amazing. The fact that you put up with me being gone for so long is great. I couldn’t wish for a greater girl and I’m so sorry I snapped. I’m sorry I wasn’t helping out. I really am just so tired, and i get short tempered when I’m tired. I swear I will wash the dishes before I got to bed tonight. And tomorrow I’ll vacuum, or do the laundry, or something. Anything to help out my wonderful girl.

You smiled then, despite your still damp eyes. “Ash, look at me.

He did as you asked and turned his face to yours. You could see tears welling up in his eyes too.

I’m tired too,” you told him. “We’re clearly both just exhausted and short tempered. Lets just go to bed, babe, please? The dirty dishes will be waiting in the morning for one of us to do.

Ashley smiled at you then and moved to hug you.

I love you so much,” he whispered in your ear.

I love you too.

He moved back slightly and pressed his lips to yours. You melted easily into the kiss, entwining your fingers in his hair. All to soon, he pulled away.

Let’s get some sleep, babe,” he said, lightly brushing your cheek.

That’s probably best,” you smiled.

Sherlock Request

May I request a Sherlock x reader oneshot where (y/n) has been feeling depressed (maybe suicidal) and hasn’t been sleeping or eating and Sherlock deduces what’s wrong with her and talks her down from doing something stupid/comforts her?

You moved the food around your plate picking at one pea at a time at your usual dinner with John and Sherlock. “You’re not eating dinner again,” John asked skeptically.

“Had a big lunch again I guess.” You sat for a few moments before you picked up the empty dishes and your, still pretty full, plate. “I think I’m going and head on home. I think it’s time for bed.” You placed the dishes in the sink, grabbed your coat, and left 221B.

“Have you noticed something going on with Y/N,” John asked.

“Of course, John, I am by no means an idiot. She’s been acting strange for 3 days now. She hasn’t eaten dinner with us since last week and I haven’t seen her eat her usual breakfast fruit in days.”

“What do you think is wrong?”

Sherlock lost himself in thought for a moment. “Give me a little while, John, and I’ll deduce why.” Sherlock got up and walked to the window. One look at him and John knew Sherlock was done socializing for the night.



You sat on your couch holding a framed picture in your hand when you heard a knock on the door. You whipped the couple tears off your face and walked to the door. “Sherlock?”

“Good evening, Y/N.”

“Come in?” You were absolutely confused as to why he was at your house.

He walked on in and took a seat in your love chair. “You’ve been crying. You’re eyes are slightly red and puffy and your nose is slightly running.

“What can I help you with Sherlock,” you were not up for his games right now.

“Nothing. I came to help you. I notice that over the past few days you have hardly been eating. Your demeanor has shifted into a more depressed state. I thought about it and I know what is wrong.”

You just barely stopped yourself from tears forming in your eyes. “Oh yeah…and what’s that Sherlock?”

“Max, your beloved cat, has passed away.” You turned around at his words to face the wall, letting tears roll down your cheeks. “I thought back and I notice the lack of hair on your shirts and pants that usually came from Max sitting on your lap in the morning before you left for work or during your lunch break. Then I noticed-” he stopped when he looked up and saw your shaking figure facing the wall. “Y/N?”

When his sensitive tone reached your ears your tears turned into sobs. “Ugh,” you heard him shift from near behind you, “I’m…sorry. I didn’t mean to…hurt you.”

“It’s ok,” you forced out. “I just wasn’t ready for him to go. It was unexpected.” You felt him walk in front of you and awkwardly wrap his arms around you. “Sherlock,” you almost laughed, “what are you doing?”

“Hugging you in your time of discomfort.”

“Thank you,” you held on tight to him. “Thank you.”

BOY WITH HORMONE [Kim Taehyung x Reader ] (ft. Jimin) Pt.5

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 5.5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 8.5 | 9 | 10 | 10.5 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 13.5 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 |28 | 29 | 30

Genre: angst/Fluff

Length: :))

Summary: You and taehyung are childhood friends, but things happened to Taehyung and changed him. You get to be his classmate in High School, but he end up embarrassing you in front of the class, and this end up you being bullied. HS ended and now you’re in college. Will you finally be free from the bullies?

Warning: None of this Part :D

Part 5/?

Originally posted by sayjjanhae

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The Superlative Chemistry 14

“I won’t do it! It is cheating and I won’t stand for for it. Besides there is no way we can fool the school like that.” Sheldon huffs annoyed at his brother’s request.

“It worked in Ferris Bueller.” George says stupidly.

“Yes something worked in a movie about a slacker teenage. A movie that was made over ten years ago, is bound to work in real life!” Sheldon says rolling his eyes.

“So you saying it can’t be done?” Junior asks leaning over Sheldon’s shoulder to what he is typing on the computer.

“It can be done, but I’m not going to do it.”

“You saying you can’t do it?” He asks.

“Oh please! I broke into the CIA’s mainframe from the school’s computer when I was seven! This is child’s play. What I am saying is that what you are asking me to do is flawed. I can change your grades in the schools computer. That does not however change the school’s memory of your grades.The teachers record your grades in a ledger. They will know when you come home with straight A’s your report card has been tampered with. “

“Please Sheldon! You know I flunked third grade and ninth grade! I don’t want to be a 21 year old senior.” Junior begs sincerely but Sheldon is unmoved.

“Actually I think at the age of twenty one the school is no longer obligated to teach you.” He informs him.

“Sheldon if I don’t graduate this year I am screwed. Meemaw won’t pay for community college if I get a GED.” he pleads.

“Then I suggest that you buckle down and study.” Sheldon tells him patting his back awkwardly spinning in his chair.

“ After I show Mom your condoms, I suggest you prepare yourself to listen to Mama cry as she prays for your sins.”

“Technically I have never had sex and the condoms are yours.”

“Technically, she doesn’t know that and all of them are in your sock drawer.” They stare at each other trying to break each other down until Sheldon breaks.

“Perhaps there is something I could do.” he says spinning back around.


It’s dark outside by the time Amy gets back home. Every light in the house is on and somehow the glow from the windows make it seem even more ominous as she pulls in the driveway. She wishes she could turn back around and not go inside at all. It feels like she is walking to her doom as she walks leadenly up the path to her front door. She opens the door cautiously holding her bag from Goodwill against her chest.This time her mother is waiting for her on the staircase as she walks in the front door.

“Amy!” She exclaims jumping up and hugging her. “I’ve been so worried. I went over to Sheldon’s house but nobody was home.”

“I went shopping with Missy. I bought a Prom dress.” Amy says holding out her bag.

“Sheldon asked you to prom that’s wonderful. Let’s see the dress.” She says and Amy knows the fight is over for now. Her mother will never apologize outright. In her mother’s opinion an adult can never be wrong over a child.

“I had to get it at Goodwill because I did not have enough money for the dresses in the store. I think it is pretty considering there was not much to choose from.” Amy says pulling the dress out of the bag and holding it up. Smiling at her hopefully

“Amy! It is… horrible!” her mother exclaims and Amy’s face falls. It was not her first choice but she did not think it was so bad considering the other options in the thrift store. It had her two favorite colors gray and purple.. One half was an iridescent purple, the other was pearl gray. With a wide purple and gray ruffle separating the halves. The sleeves were large and puffy and made of both colors.

“Maybe try it on and see if it gets better/” her mother says and Amy goes to the bathroom and changes into the dress. She comes out and spins around. Then walks towards her mom, waddling in the dresses mermaid style.

“It was not my first choice, but Missy says it is not as bad as the other ones there.”

“What did the other ones look like?” her mother grimaces.

“Well one had the stomach cut out…”

“Oh Amy!”

“I did not buy that one!” Amy says annoyed.

“Amy you are not wearing that monstrosity to prom. It is gaudy and completely unbecoming. You look like a streetwalker.” her mother says her voice trembling.

“What a surprise you disapprove of something!” Amy shouts.

“You watch your mouth young lady. Or else…!” her mother yells.

“Or else you’ll slap me?” Amy asks jutting out her chin.

“Amy can we speak anymore without fighting?” Her mother asks exasperated her voice getting soft.

“Apparently not!” Amy shouts storming up the stairs to her room and slams the door.

Amy throws herself on the bed. The truth was she knew the dress was hideous. Yet it was all she could afford on her allowance. She was to scared to ask her mother for anything. Missy had been so supportive, helping her pick out the best of the worst. At first she had been so excited to go to prom. Now she was thinking about cancelling altogether. No matter what she did she would be made fun of. No matter how hard she tried she would never be normal.


Dinner at the Cooper’s is quiet that night. Normally Sheldon would be happy about it, having a break from the incessant chatter of his family. Time for his busy brain to think of more important things then what Missy did that day. Now however is brain is thinking of nothing he wants to think about. Images Kimberley kissing him, of Amy’s disappointed face, the red mark on her face and gouges on her knees, are swirling around. The kiss still grosses him out. He feels like he can still smell the girl’s cloying section scent on him. That his mouth still tastes like Amy’s tears no matter how fast he shovels in his meatloaf. Then there are the condoms in his sock drawer that feel like they have a pulse of their ow.

“I feel bad for Amy.” Missy says suddenly and Sheldon’s head snaps up. He does too but it is his girlfriend shouldn’t he be the one voicing it?

“Me too! I mean she has to kiss Sheldon.” Junior says making kissy lips at him and Sheldon gives him evil eyes.

For Missy’s part she could not get over how different their lives had been. Missy had always thought her mother was to strict and too christian. Quoting scripture at her for the smallest infractions. Now she saw what a relaxed heathen Mary was compared to Amy’s mom. Her mother may have threatened her with a wooden spoon when she was little but Mary had never struck her.Amy’s mother dictated Amy’s every action even when she wasn’t there.Missy can’t get over the hideous excuse for a prom dress she had been forced to buy.

“Why’ sugar?” Mary asks kindly.

“Her mom is so mean to her momma! When she showed up at our house today she had a mark on her cheek from where her mother had slapped her!”

“You should see her knees from where her mother makes her kneel on grits to pray.” Sheldon adds.

“I bet you got a good close look at her knees.” Junior says suggestively and Sheldon starts to panic. He looks around cautiously to see if anyone is curious how he got a gander at her bare legs. However to the rest of the family seeing someone’s bare legs is hardly scandalous.

“I did not know that! That is terrible.” Mary clucks.she knew her mother seemed a bit odd when they met. Though she never dreamed that the girl’s mother was abusive.

“When I took her dress shopping today she found the prettiest dress. You should have seen her she looked like a princess.”

“Oh well that’s good.” Mary says. “I am sure she will look beautiful.”

“But she couldn’t buy that one because her mother won’t give her money for vanity. She had to use her own money and buy the ugliest dress you have ever seen at Goodwill.”

“It can’t be that bad Missy.” Mary tsks, knowing her daughter’s critical eye for fashion.

“Yeah, Sheldon will want to bone her no matter what she wears.” Junior laughs winking at him. Sheldon opens his mouth to correct him but his mother just slaps Juniors back.

“Don’t be rude Junior! I will not have that talk at the dinner table. You’re embarrassing your brother.” Mary scolds.

“It’s bad, it looks like something from Vanna White’s nightmares. The dress is purple and gray with these huge ruffles.” Missy demonstrates by bulking out her shoulders like a football player.

“Purple and gray are her two favorite colors.” Sheldon supplies helpfully.

“That’s why she picked that dress. Those being your favorite colors are fine, but together? On a prom dress?” Missy makes a gagging motion.

“Stop making fun of her!” Sheldon says angrily. “Don’t pretend to be her friend then criticizes her fashion.”

“I’m not making fun of her Shelly! Every girl deserves to feel like a princess on their prom day! Every girl deserves one magical night. I am just looking out for her.”

“May I be excused?” He interrupts getting up from the table. Between Junior and his constant remarks about his sex life. Missy and her constant prom jabber. Sheldon is feeling overwhelmed.

“Sure baby.” Mary says as Sheldon stomps down the hall.

“No fair! It is his turn to do dishes tonight.” Junior gripes.

“Honey, Shelly is going through a lot right now. Now help your sister clear these dishes.” Mary says snapping her fingers at him.

“I’m going through alot right now too.” Junior mutters as he begrudgingly clears the table.

Sheldon heads to his room and gets ready for bed. It is still early but after all he has been through today he just wants to go to sleep. Maybe when he wakes up his life will be back to being as uncomplicated as it used to be. When all he just went to school and kept to himself.

Now he had to worry about all sorts of things. Missy’s friends attacking him lips first. The elaborate and possibly illegal scheme he was doing to help his brother pass his senior year. Which he would not have to do if not for shiny strips of foil packets hidden under his neatly folded socks. What you used the foil packets for was also weighing heavily on his mind. He was aware that Prom was some sort of milestone. Yet the whole venture was becoming more trouble than it was worth. He thought they would just show up in their church clothes. Dance a few dances together, drink some punch and go home. Now he had to worry about making the night some sort of magical event.

If Amy wasn’t in his life he would not have to worry about any of this. He tries to think what his life would be like without her in it and it’s unthinkable. She may have complicated his life but she also made it so much better. In his seventeen years of life his happiest memories are the ones with her in them. Thinking of their time together Sheldon falls asleep.

His dream starts out like so many others. He is the science officer on the starship Enterprise. The captain is in danger and it is up to him to take over the captain’s chair. A distress signal comes in from another planet. The ship has to go save the stranded crew of a failed mission.

There he finds on of the crew members strikingly lovely. This confuses him he is Vulcan such things should not occur to him. Yet the attraction to this dark haired bespectacled temptress is undeniable. For her he would give up everything and exile himself to the barren planet to be with her. Just as he is about to declare his undying love for her. To forgo Vulcan customs and kiss her she disappears into thin air.

Now he is trapped in a cage. With a group of strange aliens standing over him. Looking at him from behind the bars. He stands up and then he sees the girl tied up and gagged lying on the floor just in front of the bars. They rip off the gag she screams.


Sheldon wakes up with a start, sweat rolling off of him. He never sweats, he hates feeling wet and sticky. Taking it as far as too dusting himself with talcum powder like an old lady to prevent it. The scream had felt to real. Like Amy had really been in his room yelling for help. Then there is a loud knock on his window and he jumps and screams.

“Sheldon!” Then he sees Amy’s pale scared face in the window yelling his name. He jumps up and opens the window. The screen prevents her from getting inside so Sheldon knocks it out. Even though his house is a one story the window is still to high up for her to climb in. Amy pulls over the trashcans and uses them to give herself a boost and Sheldon pulls her in the rest of the way.

“Amy what are you doing here?” He asks once she is safely inside his room. Amy is dressed in a long white nightgown. Her feet are bare and he can tell she had been crying again.

“I can’t stay there Sheldon.” She sobs collapsing into a heap on the ground. She looks so tiny and helpless as she crosses her arms across her knees and lays her head on them. “I am going back to California. I will live with my Aunt.”

“What? No!” Sheldon tells her panicked. “Just wait until fall, we will go together.”

“I can’t Sheldon I am leaving tonight. Then I am going to Harvard. This will be the last time you see me. I am sorry Sheldon.” Then she disappears into thin air.

Then he wakes up for real this time drenched in real sweat. He looks at his alarm clock and sees it is only midnight. His hair is wet and plastered against his head. His flannel pajamas are soaked all the way through. He goes to his window and looks outside hoping to see Amy but she is not really there. He peels off his pajamas and sits on his bed in his underwear. If he changes into his Monday pajamas the rotation will be off. Instead he pulls out his old gym clothes from the mandatory class he had to take last year. Worst six months of his life being forced to wear baggy shorts and play sports.

Sheldon tries to lay back down but he can’t shake this uneasy feeling. The back to back nightmares had left him shaken. The last one had felt so real he was still trying to convince himself it had been all in his head. The only way to do that was to go see her , right now. Just like in his dream opens the window then he pops out the screen. Jumping the short distance from the window to the ground. He puts on a pair of his brothers flip flops abandoned in the yard and sprints over to Amy’s house.

The light in her bedroom is on and he quickly climbs the trellis. In the past twenty minutes his gym clothes have seen more action than all the time he spent in gym class. When he looks in her window she sees her at her desk writing something in a notebook. He taps on the glass and she looks up and smiles. Like she was expecting him to come over. He has to admit it was nice to have someone be happy he was around for once in his life. Amy opens the window and lets him inside.

“I couldn’t go sleep without you either.” She tells him hugging him tightly around his waist. Sheldon is alarmed to see that her nightgown is the same one from his dream.

“To be fair I fell asleep without you just fine.”

“Oh.” Amy says sadly.

“I couldn’t stay asleep without you.” He tells her kissing her head.Amy hugs him tightly and then she lets him go and notices his odd attire.

“What are you wearing?” She asks tugging on his baggy shirt emblazoned with the school’s mascot .

“My old gym clothes.”

“Why?” She giggles as he goes to sit on her bed.

“I had a nightmare and my pajamas were soaked with sweat.”

“What did you dream? It must have been really scary.” Amy asks sitting next to him on her bed. He looks at her and opens his mouth like he wanted to speak then closes it again. “What’s going on Sheldon?” Amy asks worried.

“Are you leaving Amy?”

“No of course not, well not until college but you will be leaving too.”

“Across the country.” He says quietly.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Amy tells him resting her head on his shoulder.

“I heard you scream my name.The whole dream felt so real.” He says shaking his head.

“Whatever you dreamt it’s not real. I’m right here.” Amy says linking her arms with his and resting her head on him. “I wish you had been here earlier.”


“My mom tried to lock my in the sin closet again. I refused and we fought. All we do is fight anymore. We never used to fight.”

“It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not… I am finally standing up to her and she hates it. I used to just do whatever she said. Now I know better. I know it’s not right.” She says firmly they sit quietly together.

“Amy I am worried that my idea of what Prom is and your differ. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Sheldon I just want to dance one dance with you. In front of the school. I just want to feel normal for one day.”

“You are normal.”

“No I’m not! And neither are you! But that is why we belong together.” She says reaching up to his face and kissing him. Sheldon kisses her back, leaning her gently back on the bed. They kiss softly for a while. Then the kiss gains momentum. Amy gets bold and moves her between them, rubbing him first through his shorts. Then moving her hand under the elastic band to feel him.

“I stole condoms from my brothers room today.” He blurts out then goes to kiss her and she removes her hand and stops him. “Why’d you stop?” He asks confused.

“You didn’t bring them did you?” Amy asks worried. Amy knew eventually she wanted to give her virginity to Sheldon. When the time was right. The fantasies that played in her head involved meadows full of wildflowers. Where he would take her gently and tenderly in the grass. Of course in that fantasy he was also riding a wild stallion. In her more realistic fantasy they were in a cabin in front of a roaring fire. With candles lit everywhere and soft music playing. Not in her room on her squeaky bed. Terrified that her mother would walk in or hear them.

“No, of course not.” He tells her looking at her appraisingly with his soulful blue eyes. Trying to figure her out. Sometimes it felt like she wanted more, then when more was presented she panicked.

“Why did you steal them from your brothers room?” Amy giggles snuggling against his chest.

“I wasn’t going to buy them from the store. Just the idea of marching up the counter holding a box is beyond horrifying. I suppose I could have bought some from the gas station bathroom. Those ones also come with something called a Spanish fly. In the end I took the easiest route.”

“When do you want to use them?” She asks stroking his chest softly.

“Well not right now obviously. As to when I had not really thought about it. What happened between us this weekend I wasn’t planning on. If it goes further I want to be prepared.”

“You always think about everything.” Amy says yawning

“The alternative would be to think of nothing.” He tells her sleepily.

“Are you staying the night?” She asks.

“Do you want me too?”

“Of course I want you too. But it’s a school night. “

“Then we will just have to wake up extra early.” He tells her leaning over and setting her alarm clock.

This morning was starting out very strange. First Missy had been awoken by her mother bursting in her room asking where Sheldon was. In his bedroom his window was open his bed disheveled and his pajamas abandoned on the floor.

“Oh dear lord he’s been kidnapped!” Mary wails picking up is discarded pajamas and clutching them to her chest.

“Who would kidnap a seventeen year old boy? Better yet who would kidnap Sheldon! Mama, as soon as he starts talking, telling them they are kidnapping wrong they will return him.” Missy says trying to calm her mother down.

“Sheldon is no ordinary seventeen year old boy! You know that maybe they needed his brain for something.”

“Who? The FBI? Aliens? Is the cast of The X-Files coming to get him? There is a perfectly logical explanation. Most likely he snuck out to be with Amy.” Missy says and then the phone rings. Mary runs to answer to answer the phone.

“Hello? Sheldon where in the hell are you! Oh I see… Well next time leave a note! Alright love you Shelly.”

“Did his mothership come and bring him home?” Missy teases and Mary glares at her putting her hands on her pink fuzzy robe clad hips.

“No, Amy had to do something at the school so she got him extra early. He forgot so he had to get ready really quickly which is why he left a mess.”

“And you belive him? Mama, he snuck out.”

“Now I have to believe what he is telling me is true. I mean look Missy his Monday clothes are out of the closet. Mary says opening it up and showing her the empty labeled hanger.”

“You would rather believe that Sheldon was abducted by aliens. Then believe he is like every other teenager in the world and snuck out to be with his girlfriend.”

“This isn’t the first time they have left for school early Missy! They, unlike some people, are very dedicated to their school work.”

“Fine, he left early to go to school. I got to get ready for school.” Missy says rolling her eyes and heading to the bathroom. After she gets ready George drives her to school. When she tells him about Mamas hysterics and refusal to believe Sheldon would do anything bad.

“She better start believing! I got the shit stealing condoms out if my room.” Junior tells her laughing.

“So they are doing it now?” Missy asks shocked.

“Nah, he is they ain’t and you know how bad he is at lying. Said he just wanted to be prepared.”

“That little sneak! Are you going to tell Mama?”

“I ain’t no snitch!” Junior says offended. “Besides I got him to do something for me to make it even.”

“Good, as much as mama and her blind eye for Shelly annoys me. I got to say I like his little girlfriend. In fact I like her so much I got a little surprised planned for her.” Missy says winking at him as they pull up to the school.

“Whatcu gonna do?” Junior asks spitting his tobacco i to a soda bottle as he gets out of the car.

“You’ll see.”

Missy walks into school searching for her friend Kimberly. Usually Kimberly was waiting for her by the glass doors. Today she was nowhere to be seen. Probably still butthurt or embarrassed by what happened yesterday. Missy hopes so at least she wanted to use that to her advantage. When she finally finds her she is obviously hiding from her.

“Oh Missy! I thought you were going to be late today.” Kimberly says.

“No same time as always.”

“Listen about yesterday, I’m sorry…”

“No need to be sorry to me. You and I are cool. Besides Sheldon told you off.” Missy says smiling.

“I am so glad! I don’t know what I was thinking! Brain fart I guess… So we can just move on…”

“Wait, wait… I said you, I, and Sheldon were cool. Now poor Amy who had to walk in and see you kissing her boyfriend?” Missy says shrugging her shoulders.

“Where is she? I will go apologize to her right now. I feel so stupid for what I did. I will tell her just how much Sheldon hated that kiss.”

“Actually I had something else in mind.” Missy says smiling.

“Like what?” Kimberly asks cautiously.

“You are on the prom committee right? The one that decides the prom King and queen?”

“Yeah…” Kimberley says confused.

“Maybe you could put Sheldon and Amy’s name on the ballot?” Missy asks.

“Missy, I don’t know…” Kimberly balks.

“Please Kimberly! I am not asking you to make them win. It would just be the highlight of Amy’s life to be up on that stage. That poor girl has been through so much. Been teased and bullied her whole life. Something like this would just mean the world to her.” Missy begs.

“Alright, consider it done.” Kimberly sighs.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Missy says hugging her.

“Now are we cool?” Kimberly jokes.

“Totally.” Missy says wrapping her arm around her and walking down the hall with her.”

Prom is coming up soon! I have a really exciting surprise for the Prom chapter! Stay tuned for it!

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- tw for alcohol intake + physical threats -

Kent isn’t really one for partying after a win. He’s got an embarrassingly low tolerance for alcohol, he hasn’t pulled someone at a club since he was drafted, and honestly, when it’s all said and done, he just wants to go home. He wants to get back to his apartment, give Kit a scratch behind her ears, refill her food dish, and collapse into his bed. He wants sleep, god damn it.

But Swoops’ had asked so nicely, said he just wanted to get schwasted with his best friend, and who’s Kent to deny him that? And you know what? He’s their goddamn captain, and they just slaughtered the Falcs. Maybe not slaughtered, exactly- they won by a single goal in overtimebut still- they won. Kent played against Jack with minimal tension. No panic attack- just a slight nod in Jack’s direction, an uneasy smile in response. Their version of progress. So, yeah. The game had been an all-round victory. 

Which brings us to this- Kent, Swoops, and the rest of the Aces, all running around the strip like fucking teenagers, half of them drunk out of their minds, Kent included. He’s had three Cosmopolitans (What did you expect him to drink, straight whiskey? No thank you.), two shots of Triple Sec, and a few body shots off this year’s rookies- it’s Aces tradition. They play in Vegas, after all. 

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