i don't know how she got it signed but it is and it makes me want to cry happy tears

All In Your Head

A/N: I don't know what this is, Im planning on making this a few parts long. I literally just sat down and started writing bs and this is where we got LOL I know this will probably be confusing at first but once i upload and write a few more parts it’ll make sense! Enjoy xx

Characters: Mary, Sam, Dean, Reader

Parings: Sam x Dean x Reader!Sister

Warnings: Panic attack, cutting????

Word Count: 1,200


Flashbacks are in italics

You were blessing the boys always told you, they always wanted a little sister, especially Dean, but you always heard your dad, John, say otherwise. Any time he spoke to your brothers about you while you eavesdropped from you bedroom in the motel it was always “she was a mistake” “This wasn’t suppose to happen”

You would always cry for hours at night by yourself, you always told yourself it was because he was drunk he didn’t mean those things, regardless if he was sober or not he would always come in while you pretended to sleep, holding back your tears to make sure you were tucked in and safe.

But when John died all those things you always overheard him saying vanished from your mind, the boys never made you feel like you were a mistake, they never made you feel like you didn’t belong, they never singled you out, they did everything they could for you and you did the same.


You were happy for the boys when they had their reunion with Mary, you barely knew what it was like to have a Mom and so did they, so you could only imagine how they felt, you couldn’t even put into words how you felt and she wasn’t even your Mom.

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Thin Walls |Jack Avery|

|Word Count - 1.9K+|

|Request - Yes|

It was abrupt, it was unexpected. It came out of nowhere and she didn’t know what to do. So she ran, she ran to what she called her second home. She beat on the door with tears rushing down her face, sobs crawling up her throat. The door opened slowly, the boy behind it confused. Eyes widening when he saw the state his friend was in, he pulled her close hugging the girl. She buried her head in his chest, words being choked out as she tried to explain. He hushed the girl, kissing the top of her head as he rocked her back and forth. 

“It’s late, let’s go and sleep.” He mumbled locking the door behind the both of them. Lifting the girl, he softly trudged up the stairs not wanting to make the girl feel uncomfortable. It hurt, it felt as if the oxygen was being ripped from his lungs. He couldn’t bear to watch the girl he loved suffer but neither could he find the strength to confess his feelings to the girl he called his best friend.

He kicked the door shut behind him before walking towards the bed. He sat the tired girl down on the edge before bending down to take her shoes off. Tiredness and pain swirled in her orbs as she tried to wipe away the silent tears that ran down her cheeks. Throwing the shoes to the wall, he turned the light off before sitting on the bed with the girl.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He questioned letting the girl lean her head against his shoulder. She shook her head no. not being able to find the voice to speak.

“I just want to lay down Jack.” He nodded understandingly as he pulled his sheets back letting the girl get under. His heart broke at the sound of her harsh intakes, she was trying to suppress the tears. He pulled the covers up to his shoulders letting the girl cuddle into his chest. He rubbed her back listening to her breathing as it started to regulate. After a while, he looked down at her frowning at the pain that resided in her facial expression. Even though she was sleeping, he could tell she was hurting. Feeling the drowsiness, Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead before shutting his eyes. 

“I love you.” He hadn’t thought of it as the three words slipped through his lips. If only he could tell her to her face while she was awake.


“Where is she?” Daniel asked Jack patting his friend on the shoulder. Daniel had heard them last night at the door but he figured Jack had it under control. It hurt Daniel to see his friend suffering from his feelings. Jack had loved her for so long but he didn’t want to dump his feelings onto her. Daniel understood but he could tell that it was breaking Jack and he didn’t know what to do for his friend.

“Upstairs sleeping. She was crying so much and I didn’t know how to help.” Jack whispered with his hands in his face. He took an intake of breath thinking of how she was crying and how she couldn’t even bring herself to speak. It hurt just as much as it hurt her.

“Go shower, I’ll take care of her if she wakes up.” Daniel offered a soft smile as he gave Jack a quick hug. Nodding Jack went back upstairs to his room. Grabbing the stuff he needed, he kept glancing at the girl to make sure she wasn’t up. He didn’t want her to know he was hurting, she would see it on his face. With one more look, Jack slowly exited the room shutting the door behind him. If only feelings were easier to deal with.


“Daniel?” Daniel turned around hearing his name being called by a familiar voice. He turned to find her slouched against the counter. She offered a small smile as she took a seat at the island.

“Want some breakfast?” Daniel sheepishly offered half of his bagel making her let out a small chuckle as she took the food from him. The both of them ate in silence, thoughts running through their heads. Daniel glanced at the girl to find her with her head in her hands. He slowly put his half eaten bagel down before looking back at her.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked making her look up at him with bleary eyes. She was angry with herself, even more confused. She didn’t know how to speak of it in slow words without bursting into tears. Taking a breath, she crossed her arms before speaking.

“Daniel I d-didn’t know.” She whispered making him give her a look of confusion. 

“Know what?” He questioned making her feel unsteady.

“We were going on a date, Taylor, and I. We were both extremely happy, it seemed as if nothing could wrong. Jack had texted me asking about some gift for Zach and while I was responding Taylor completely lost it. He started shouting telling me he couldn’t do it anymore. How he couldn’t let Jack take me away from him. I was so confused, Taylor wasn’t making any sense. He told me that maybe I didn’t know, but he knew, he knew that I loved Jack. More than friends, in a way where I couldn’t live without Jack. He knew I loved Jack more than him and he knew Jack loved me just as much. I denied it but he wouldn’t listen to me.” She ranted tugging at her soft locks. Daniel came to her side of the island pulling her into a hug. It all made sense to Daniel as he pieced it together, she loved Jack.

“He dropped me off here, he couldn’t deal with my sobbing. Something clicked this morning, waking up to Jack.What Taylor said is true, I love him and I don’t know how to tell him.” She croaked leaning into Daniel. He nodded understanding what she meant.

“Go talk to him. Tell him (Y/N), it’s the best thing to do. You can’t continue to have a friendship with buried feelings.” Daniel whispered into her hair. She nodded wiping the tears away before getting off of the stool. Daniel gave her hand a small squeeze before letting her go. Wrapping her arms around her midsection, she slowly walked up the stairs contemplating on how she would tell Jack. Passing the bathroom door, she stopped when she heard crying past the sound of running water. 

“Hello?” Jack quickly covered his mouth trying to suppress the sobs. He hadn’t meant to be that loud. How was he going to explain why he was crying this early in the morning?

“Jack is t-that you?” She whispered into the crease of the door so Jack could hear her better. Huffing when she didn’t get a response, she jiggled the door handle to find it unlocked.

“I’m going to come in okay?” Jack hesitantly shut the water off before wrapping a toilet around his bare torso.

“Hold on.” She swore she heard his voice break with two words. Jack leaned his damp forehead against the cool wooden door. Was letting her in the best option?

“Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” She asked through the door making him let out a small sigh. Jack shut his eyes, tears being forced to leave.His emotions got the best of him as the tears started to fall.

“No, yes not really.” He mumbled feeling fucked over by his feelings. 

“Can I come in?” She asked backing up a little as she grabbed the doorknob. When she didn’t hear him disagree, she slowly opened the door gasping at the amount of steam that was in the bathroom. Jack was slumped against the wall, head in his hands. She took a seat on the floor next to him, noticing that he was still wet. He had in the shower for a long time, his fingers were pruney and pink looking. She leaned her head on his shoulders, wrapping her arm around his backside. He exhaled, he swore his throat was tightening up.

“Jack, I need to tell you s-” He cut her off, abruptly looking at her with bloodshot eyes. Her eyes softened when she realized he was in pain. What could’ve happened?

“No, I need to tell you something. Actually, I’ve been trying but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t see you suffer, it hurt so much. I couldn’t stand to see with him, Taylor never treated you right. You were fighting for someone who wouldn’t fight for you. IT was frustrating, seeing you come over with a frown because Taylor had said some bullshit. It hurt so much but last night when you came over sobbing, breaking in my own hands. I was angry with myself, I could’ve prevented that. I could’ve told you.” He rushed out looking at her. She shut her eyes, not wanting him to see the oncoming tears.

“Told me what?” She whispered making chills creep down his spine. Realizing there was nothing to lose, Jack took a deep breath before he spoke the foreign words.

“I-I love you, so much and I was scared. Scared that if I told you, I would burden my feelings on you. I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to rip you away from Taylor. You seemed so happy and I didn’t want to ruin that. If you don’t feel the same way, I und-” She cut off his ranting by placing a hand on the back of his head. He leaned into the touch, not knowing if she would ever touch him the same way.

“That’s the thing, Jack I love you. So fucking much. It took me so long to realize that you were so much better than Taylor. The signs were there, I was just blind and in denial. Something clicked, I woke up before you this morning. Seeing you lying there, tousled curls and multiple imperfections that I find so perfect. I realized that I want to wake up to that for the rest of my life. I love you, Jack Avery, I always will.” A smile found its way to Jacks chapped lips as he wondered what he had done to deserve such a girl.

“Can I kiss you now?” He mumbled eyes running from her lips to her eyes. She slowly nodded anticipating the feeling of Jack’s lips on hers. Jack let his legs go flat on the ground before pulling the girl on his lap. Her hand slipped from the back of his head down to his collarbone. Giving her one last look, he pulled her forward pressing a soft kiss onto her lips. He could’ve sworn he felt all the pain and doubt slip away as their lips molded together. Her hands ran up to the back of his neck pulling him into the kiss. His arms reached around her waist, clasping around what he could now say was his. They both pulled back, slight pants escaping their slightly swollen lips. Her heart felt warm as she leaned her forehead against his. They both looked at each other before letting out small laughs.

“Thank you Daniel.” Jack mumbled to himself thankful that his friend had pushed him towards this opportunity. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she closed her eyes content with the outcome.

“Bless Daniels heart.”


My Great Comet Experience

•as soon as I sat down I started hardcore shaking (like my mom was very concerned)
•Ingrid did pierogis for my section and she got to my row, we looked each other dead in the eyes (!!!) and she tossed one at me (they taste really good btw)
•also during pierogis I CAUGHT LUCAS’ EYE AND HE GAVE ME A LOOK LIKE “hey wassup” and I was SO HAPPY (more on Eye Contact With Lucas later)

Act 1
•PROLOGUE HAD ME SHOOK OMG IT WAS AMAZING (also I think it was here that I witnessed a moment where someone took someone else’s violin bow and it was adorable
•Pierre was adorable and the vocals were absolutely incredible oak is just WOW
•Paul Pinto is literally everywhere??? I saw him hobbling on and it was hilarious
•Natasha and Bolkonskys was hilarious I loved it
•oh my god THE OPERA the first half was hilarious and beautiful and then ANATOLE OH MY GOD he walked down my aisle and I saw the kiss, it didn’t even look like a kiss it was more like a whisper??? Like full cheek to cheek contact and that’s somehow even better
•then he patted the knee of the guy sitting next to her (her husband I think) and gave him a look like “good job man”
•also the ensemble’s little opera glasses are adorable
•Natasha and Anatole makes me want to kill myself even more in person than on recording I was freaking out the whole time
•D U S T. A N D. A S H E S. let me tell you about this sit down kiddies. OAK DID SUCH AN INCREDIBLE JOB!!! HE BASICALLY TAKES YOUR HEART STOMPS ON IT AND THROWS IT OUT OF A WINDOW!!! I started sobbing on literally the first chord
•Sunday morning oh my god Ingrid’s acting was so hilarious (especially “everyone sees a man”) also shoutout to T I M E F O R C H U R C H
•THE BALL OMG Okay at this point I was in Full Freakout Mode and thought I couldn’t get any more hyped,,,, I was wrong

Act 2
•OH GOD LETTERS okay so I was kinda bummed that I didn’t get one but more on that later
•Sonya and Natasha was so jam packed with tension I LOVED IT the acting was so good!!!
•Sonya Alone made me start sobbing as soon as Ingrid opened her mouth she was so amazing!
•PREPARATIONS!!! Nick was yelling and it was adorable and Lucas was shaving and I loved it so much!! That’s one of my favorite songs
•also Anatole and I were twinsies during balaga so there’s that
•I didn’t have a drink with me to raise but I had a bottle of makeup remover so I used that and I don’t think anyone noticed lol
•Grace’s In My House was a spiritual experience and made me SO HAPPY!!! SHES SO AMAZING!!! I mean??? Even through the anger you can still hear the compassion!!!
•CALL TO PIERRE You can hear how exasperated and concerned Marya is!!! Also the WHATs were AMAZING AND HILARIOUS
•FIND ANATOLE Oak was running up and down the stage Amber was in her underwear Lucas was sobbing it was glorious
•PIERRE AND ANATOLE!!!!!! The acting!!! I HAVE TOO MANY EMOTIONS!!! I think I actually felt pity and a bit of concern for Anatole which is something I’ve literally never felt before
•also when denee comes on and poisons herself is so amazing???
•Natasha very ill oh my god the acting and INGRID
•At this point I pretty much didn’t have any tears left
•Pierre and Andrey! Their greeting is adorable! It didn’t make me cry, it just left kind of a,,, cold feeling in my heart
•when Nick pushes Courtney aside broke my heart
•I thought I had no more tears left,,, I was wrong
•I started sobbing at the first notes of Pierre and Natasha
•Denee just sort of hobbled down my staircase and looked so defeated… and then hope!!! They were so sweet! It was so sad!!!!
•I continued sobbing through Great Comet of 1812
•it was so beautiful!!! The lights!! Oak!!! The aria!!! AHHHHHH
•I immediately gave them a standing ovation lol

Stage door
•So after bows I just got up and SPRINTED to the door, I got there before the barricades got set up
•I met some people who liked my jacket (more on that in a bit)
I brought my copy of war and peace for everyone to sign (and mostly everyone had a conversation with me about it!!! If you want convos at the door bring a copy)
•Everyone was so adorable I love them
•Also Grace confirmed that we had a Moment of “OH MY GOD!!!” And it was amazing
•so even after they took the barricades down the people I met wanted to stay behind and wait later to see if we could get me to meet Lucas
•so we waited for a while and eventually Courtney and Cathryn came out and they were such beautiful people I love them
•Lucas wasn’t feeling that well so he didn’t come out
•but!!! Bob the Door Guy to the rescue!!!

So yeah!!! It was amazing and I loved it so so much and now I love bob the door guy and me and my friends are making plans to come back again!

anonymous asked:

Would you be up for Bughead angst? Like maybe the two of them get into a fight over something huge, like he gets jealous of another boy who likes her or Betty feels like they're growing apart because they don't hang out as much/he's not very affectionate anymore and she confronts him about it only for him to argue? That's only if you're up for it! If you are, thank you!

I’m always down to write anything, I have to warn you though, usually all of my stories end in happy endings. I’m a sucker for a good fairytale ending!


People moved on, it happened, it was a natural way of life.

Betty just never thought jughead would move on, from her.

It was obvious what was happening, he had fallen out of love with her. He was distant. Cancelling dates, pulling away when she tried to kiss him in public, and almost never returning her texts.

She racked her brain for hours last night , trying to figure out where it all went wrong. She knew she was difficult, and she could be selfish, lord knows her temper wasn’t as it should be, but jughead always understood, whenever they had a problem, they talked about it.

The last four weeks had been horrible, school had been getting in the way, jughead had been working on rebuilding his relationship with his father , while Betty’s relationship with her parents was falling apart in front of her eyes.

She was tired.

Jughead deserved the world, and if she couldn’t be that for him, it was time to move on.

She still loved him, god she still loved him, no matter how bad he had been treating her this past month, and because she loved him so much she had to let him go.

He would find someone else.

Someone with less baggage, someone who could make him happy.

Weighing the red and grey flannel in her hands she watched as a tear fell on the familiar shirt.

He had given her this flannel after he caught her shivering at the drive in. He had walked all the way home in just a black tshirt. She wore that flannel to bed every night.

One day he caught her all cuddled up in his flannel and smiled

“That’s my favorite shirt”

She had tried to give it back, but he shook his head

“Looks better on you”

She would give it back today, kind of a sign of closure.

She had texted jughead and told him to meet her at Riverdale park, it was an emergency.

Sitting on the cold bench, the sun setting in front of her she couldn’t believe what a beautiful night it was.

She almost wished for rain, something more fitting.

Suddenly the beanie wearing boy came into her vision, his frown now a permanent feature on his face.

“Betty, what’s the matter, what’s the emergency?”

She patted the seat next to her and smiled sadly

“Sit down, we have to talk.”

Taking a hesitant seat, Jughead glanced down at the shirt folded in her hands

“That’s my shirt, what’s going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Betty began

“I’m sorry I can’t make you happy anymore, I’m sorry you’re so angry all the time, and I know it’s partially my fault. I wish that I could make this better but I can’t.”

Jughead went to interrupt her, his eyes wide

“Let me finish, what we had was amazing, I’m never going to forget this. I love you. So much. And I know you’re gonna find some gorgeous girl out there, who was meant for you and who makes you happy all the time. I want you to have that, you deserve that. So I’m letting you off the hook.” She placed the folded up shirt in his lap and smiled softly

“Goodbye Jughead.”

Suddenly he was standing directly in front of her the shirt wrinkling under his clenched fists.

“You’re breaking up with me.”

She took a shaky breathe, she couldn’t remember the last time they were this close

“It’s for the best, for both of us, you need someone who can make you happy, and I need someone who loves me.”

He was angry now, she wasn’t sure at what though. Her? Himself? The situation?

“You think I don’t love you?” He said in a raspy whisper

She stepped back one step, but he stepped forward keeping her close


“I love you more than anything in this world. You think I’m not happy? You’re the only thing that makes me happy. Im not losing you. ”

Betty was taken back by the intensity in his eyes for a second, before she got angry.

“No. no, you don’t get to act like this, you haven’t been around in a month jughead, I’ve been on my own, you have your own life I get that, but I thought that maybe I was part of that life.”

His eyes widened at her sharp voice before he exclaimed

“You are! I’ve been so busy trying to fix everything, trying to make things okay, trying to be better”

“That you forgot about me” she interrupted
“I never asked you to fix anything, I love you just the way you are.”

“You don’t get it Betty! I don’t want to be some loser, gang members son, you deserve more than that for a boyfriend!” He was yelling now

And she was crying, tears streaming down her face

“I never asked for more! if the person that you’ve been this last month, is you being “more” I don’t even want it!“

“It doesn’t matter, I have to change, for you, for my family. It’s my responsibility to be the man you deserve. That’s just how it is.”

“I DONT WANT THE MAN YOU THINK I DESERVE, I WANT MY BOYFRIEND BACK” Betty screamed into the quiet park silencing jughead instantly.

Taking a watery breathe, Betty wiped at her tears

“If this, new person, is who you want to be, then be him. But, the jughead I fell in love with was never afraid to tell me he loved me, or lay around all day watching movies and eating popcorn. Your dad will love that jughead just as much as I do, you don’t have to change who you are, for anyone.”

Jughead looked at her, taking in her shaking hands and her red rimmed eyes.

“I ruined this didn’t I?”

Betty looked up at him, connecting their eyes

“I don’t know jughead, it can’t go on like this.”

“It won’t.” He assured her “I’ll fix this.”

She looked at him as he held out the flannel to her

She took a deep breathe, weighing her options

“Please” jughead said softly, his eyes pleading

She finally reached out and grabbed the flannel, their fingers brushing, she silently thanked what ever god was up there for the fact that the spark was still there.

Apparently jughead had felt it too because before she knew it she was flat against his chest, the flannel squished between the two.

She allowed herself to relax in the familiarity of her boyfriends body

“This is gonna take work”

She felt jughead nod from above her, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“I know.”

Double Trouble

Pairing: Jim x Child!Reader

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: Fluff, a really bad pun. I don’t think there’s even a swear in this one. 

A/N: Part 2 of Seeing Double!! I hadn’t intended for this to become a series, and yet here we are. There’s definitely going to be at least a part 3, but we’ll see how long that gets and maybe there’ll be a part 4. It’ll be awhile either way, because it’s the end of the semester and school is slowly killing me. 

The day started like any other for Aydenna: coffee in the morning while she skimmed the news and ate breakfast. Then she took a shuttle up to the academy where she prepped for a full day of classes. Unfortunately for her, everyone on the Command track had a strong personality, which meant a lot of disruptions and discussions, but she wouldn’t change it for a thing. She and Roger finally smoothed things out, and it even seemed like he was warming up to Y/N by now. At least, Aydenna hoped, based on the note she found on your pillow that morning. Hi Mommy. I went to work with Daddy today on a big ship!! I love you!! Aydenna smiled as she walked towards the ship dock, hoping to catch you and Roger by surprise at lunch.

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Stages of Dying ♡ Jack Avery Imagine

Title: Stages of Dying

Pairing: Jack x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,135

Summary: You were diagnosed with terminal cancer, and you go through the stages of dying.

Warning(s): Death, cancer, depression

A/N: Okay so your definition of “everything will be ok” and my definition of “everything will be ok” are probably vastly different, so I apologize in advance if the ending wasn’t what you were expecting. If anyone else would like to request  an imagine, you can do so here: x

Yooo, this is kind of cool ‘cause in my college psychology class, we’re discussing death, so you can bet your bumper sticker that I’m going to utilize my newfound knowledge in an imagine. ;)

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross was a psychiatrist who first discussed the theory of death and dying. She explained that, when someone learns that they are going to die, they will go through five stages. They will experience denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance, and then they will eventually die from whatever disease they may have. The amount of time a person stays in each stage varies from person to person, but everyone will go through all five stages.

For you, you didn’t spend much time in denial and anger. When the doctor’s told you that you had cancer, you didn’t want to believe it at first. You were just a kid. How the hell were you supposed to have cancer? But the denial quickly turned to rage, as you realized you weren’t going to have a normal childhood. You’d spend the rest of your short life in and out of hospitals. Your life would never be the same.

You spent weeks trying to bargain with a higher power, praying to God that the cancer would go away, that you’d be a better person if He would just cure you. When no answer came, when no cure was made, you fell into a depression. By that point, you had taken a turn for the worse, and you had to stay in the hospital 24/7 so the doctors could constantly monitor you. 

You completely withdrew from society at that point. When your family visited you, you no longer tried to put on fake smiles and laugh. You didn’t watch TV, you didn’t ever get on your phone. You just stared out your window, waiting for the inevitable to come.

Your twin brother, Jack, took some time off his music career to spend time with you when the doctors declared you might only have a month left, if you were lucky. He spent every waking moment at the hospital, sitting by your bed, trying to bring a smile to your face. 

It never worked.

Jack never gave up on you, though. He made it his mission to make his baby sister smile one more time before you was gone forever. Most of the time, he would tell you stories about what him and the boys had been doing. Those stories always used to make you laugh. But now you stared at the wall, giving emotionless responses to whatever Jack said. 

One morning, though, something changed. No, you were still going to die, but you became much more aware of the fact that someday soon, you were going to go to sleep and never wake up.

When Jack came to visit you that morning, he started to tell you about something him and the boys talked about over the phone last night when you cut him off.

“Jack,” you said, your voice shaking, “I’m scared.”

He looked at you, surprised you were expressing actual emotion. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened. “What? Why?”

“I…I’m not ready to die. I don’t wanna go.”

Jack grabbed your hand. “I don’t want you to go, either, but you don’t need to be scared.”

“I don’t know what’s out there, Jack…I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

He gave you a soft smile. “Neither do I, but you just have to trust that whatever the great beyond is, if there is one, will be great. You have to believe that there’s something good out there.”

A tear streaked down your face. “Why? Why should I? Why shouldn’t I be scared that I might go to hell and spend eternity burning?”

“Y/N, if you end up going to hell, then we’re all doomed. You’re the sweetest, most amazing person I know. There’s nobody I’d rather have as my twin.”

“Don’t make me cry right now,” you said, sniffling. 

Jack laughed. “Fine, fine, I’ll make you laugh instead…You wanna hear a joke?”


“Okay, so it was a hot summer day. Everyone was at the beach, hanging out, having a good time. That is, until King Kong showed up. When people saw him, they started to scream and freak out and run away. Everyone ran, except for a young woman. She didn’t see what all the commotion was about, so she continued to sunbathe in peace. King Kong saw she was the only one still at the beach and wandered over to her. He scooped her up in his hands, and she started to scream. King Kong tried to calm her down, and said that she was really beautiful. The woman pointed to her ears and shook her head, indicating she was deaf. Now, King Kong was surprised to learn she was deaf, but he knew some sign language, so he decided to tell her she was beautiful in sign language. He started to sign You are beautiful. I want to marry you. But, in the process of signing marry, King Kong crushed the girl, killing her.” As Jack told you the ending of the joke, he signed the word marry, which was done by clasping both hands together.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh my god, that’s awful!” You shook your head at Jack, trying to fight back your laughter. “Did you learn sign language just for that joke?”

He nodded, his curls bouncing. “Come on, you know you want to laugh! You thought the joke was hilarious!

You giggled, shaking you head. “Tell me another joke, stupid. One that doesn’t end in someone dying.”

For the rest of the day, you and Jack told each other stupid jokes. You laughed until your belly hurt. You finally didn’t care about how you were on your death bed. You’d finally reached the acceptance stage.

Eventually, Jack had to go back home. When he got home, he went to go talk to his mom, so he could let her know how you were doing. She was elated that you were finally smiling and laughing again. Jack was in the middle of telling his mom the stupid he made to make you laugh in the first place when she got a phone call. She left, a look of concern washing over her face.

When she came back in the room, tears were pricking at her eyes. With a heavy heart, she had to tell Jack that his twin had passed away almost as soon as he left the hospital.

Jack’s heart broke. He was absolutely crushed. He didn’t know what he was going to do now that his sister was gone forever. But some part of him cheered up when he learned that you passed away with a hint of a smile still on your face.

At least he got to see you smile one last time. At least he knew you were happy. And, maybe one day, he’d be happy again, too.

Electrify Your Resistance

So I was writing a reply to a comment and mentioned my headcanon that ethics, which is listed as Gakushu’s least favorite subject, is an actual course that Gakushu is failing miserably. Then I thought, “You know, I bet Karma’s in that class too and doing splendidly, since he probably does a good job of disguising his near-sociopathy,” which would drive Gakushu nuts. Thus, this cracky fic was born.

I took some liberties to make it possible for Karma and Gakushu to share a class, since I don’t think Kunigigaoka allows Class A and E to do that, and I’m not sure how electives work in Japan, so please pretend canon/reality work as described. It contains a reference to this half-written fic of mine, but having read it is not required. It just makes one line a little funnier.

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Let´s Be Still

So, this is my entry for @chelsea072498´s & @frenchybell´s Writing Challenge. 
(Congrats to 100 followers ! :) you absolutely deserved it! )
My Prompts were
59:  I´ve had my heart broken before, but you completely ripped it out 
69: “I´d rather die than watch you with him!

I also wanted to say, that i´m not very happy with this story. 
I don´t know how often I tried to rewrite the whole story or parts of it and it was just really frustrating. Anyways, I tried my best and I hope you’ll enjoy it maybe a bit. 
Thank you a lot for coming up with this challenge :)

Pairing: Chuck x Reader

Wort Count: 3000ish

Warnings: none

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TFLN Sentence Starters (Part 4)
  • [text] Do you ever get high and look at your cat and feel like you know them on an intellectual level?
  • [text] Three of my exes and one of my exes' brothers have hit me up and it's only been a week. I hate semester break.
  • [text] Remember when I got punched in the face on NYE last year? I don't
  • [text] I wasn't going to just ask my parents for a damn vibrator for christmas
  • [text] I put chex mix in your purse for when you get hungry while doing your walk of shame tomorrow!
  • [text] I snuck out three pillows from the hotel i was rolling so hard. They are like little clouds. I regret nothing.
  • [text] Went out with the family last night and some 40 yr old lady wanted to take me home. My mom was not happy with me
  • [text] If it snows I'm making an igloo and getting wasted in it
  • [text] new years resolution: more sex, less car punching, more chipotle.
  • [text] He's interpretive dancing to Crazy by Britney Spears and expressing his feelings for either me or the guy next to us
  • [text] He puked in the middle of it and I still wasn't disappointed.
  • [text] Well I've made a drinking game out of the Wiggles but I think I've got this babysitting thing down
  • [text] You are the jesus of drinking
  • [text] Never underestimate the power of loudly proclaiming you want to make out with someone
  • [text] Pretty much gone. He was in the backseat and kept whispering that his "toes felt like pigtails"
  • [text] Holy shit, add "successfully got stoned secretly at a party where a cop was" to my list of accomplishments.
  • [text] I'm smoking a bowl in my bathtub. I'm meant to be alone.
  • [text] friends are allowed to bang on New Years, I read it on the Internet somewhere.
  • [text] I hope my margaritas pass through security.
  • [text] Go have fun. I'm gonna go shower off the regret.
  • [text] Never again let me pretend to be australian for free booze.
  • [text] woke up this morning with a pool of champagne in my purse. apparently i was saving it for later.
  • [text] just had a flashback of you pouring champagne into my mouth from someones balcony..
  • [text] Unless you can cure my hangover with your penis I'm not interested.
  • [text] They tried to dine n dash at dennys and the waiter jumped on their car and broke their windshield
  • [text] The first thing I did in 2015 was suck a dick.....so.....
  • [text] Woke up with champagne in my hair and honey mustard on my hands. Strangely, I'm okay with this
  • [text] For future reference, don't put tape on your nipples. Ouch.
  • [text] I wish I could take a screenshot of how things literally look from my eyeballs right now
  • [text] I'm gonna write a book. Almost Awesome: all the times I ALMOST got laid.
  • [text] Dude you asked your tattoo if it wanted to go swimming
  • [text] Called my dealer in tears and we talked for an hour until I felt better. That's the way it should be.
  • [text] Mmm. Champagne. Weed. 17 pounds of animal crackers.
  • [text] Just scratched my head and I basically rained glitter.
  • [text] Did the walk of shame past her kids. I'm younger than one of them.
  • [text] its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
  • [text] I've never been so excited to have my ass in so much pain.
  • [text] Drunk me just left a note for sober me apologizing for all the fucking crumbs in our bed
  • [text] I feel like I was playing penis roulette last night nd I landed on the wrong one.
  • [text] but I'm still not sure how you became more and more fluent in Spanish the drunker you got
  • [text] The vodka told me to go iceskating on my frozen pool. I may have attempted.
  • [text] Remember the girl I had sex with in the dorm stairwell? She got married!
  • [text] I haven't had an orgasm since 2014. So you can see why I'm having a bad year.
  • [text] do you have any idea how expensive it is to have the munchies at Disneyland?
  • [text] I'm drunk in your building find me and we can have sex.
  • [text] Dude. I don't even want cuddles. I just want an acknowledgement that I just had balls in my mouth.
  • [text] I'm getting "congrats on your engagement" shots. I need to get engaged more often!
  • [text] I wanna snuggle with you as we feed each other chipotle burrito bowls and that's just where I'm at right now
  • [text] I don't know. I'm drunk and dressed as a pirate but ill do the math tomorrow morning.
  • [text] woke up to the trail of sugar cubes leading to my bed........was i that uncooperative last night
  • [text] I'm serious-it was like trying to deep-throat a minivan.
  • [text] I would say that that is the last time I ever drink a bottle of jack in two hours, but really who am I kidding?
  • [text] I'm honestly wondering if my vagina did something to offend the universe
  • [text] if becoming an adult is chugging a bottle of wine in your bed and crying about your stresses while your dog watches you, sign me up
  • [text] i cant believe we used adam and eve as a sexting theme last night
  • [text] I'm trying to be sexual and you're sending me smashmouth lyrics
  • [text] I saw your dick pic and thought there goes the last thread of my heterosexuality.
  • [text] I mixed Jack with hot chocolate. This may be the best or worst idea ever. I have yet to find that out
  • [text] Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
  • [text] do you think your dog feels awkward being in the background of your nudes?
  • [text] his ex girlfriend sent him a pic of her naked in the bathtub so I sent her a pic of me sucking his dick
  • [text] I knew it was time to stop when you guys were playing a drinking game called "every three steps take a drink"
  • [text] You couldve had sex with 2 drunk chicks on an alligator slide.

anonymous asked:

Hiya! I know there is a wait and I'm sorry if I cause you any stress but can you do a head canon and maybe a little story about the of the guys from KBTBB being with the MC in her dying moments after she saved him from some bad guy. I know it's sad sorry. Take as long as you want. I understand you have a lot of these and school so don't stress over mine. Thank You! P.S I love your writing.


Hello anon~ First off I hate you for this request, because I like to think everything is happiness and sunshine, you make me think sad thoughts! *cries* Also, thanks for your concern that’s sweet of you. Trying my hardest to power through~ *pumps fist in air* 

Here you are beautiful and thanks for the praise *tears up*, enjoy!

Dying Moments


He gripped your hand firmly as you laid on the white tile floor, your blood filling the cracks in the ground and slowly spreading around you. He tried to apply pressure to your stomach, where a crazed protester shot you, but it only stained his hands red and showing no signs of helping you, but he continued regardless.

“K-Khim.” He stuttered, something not like him. Slowly opening your eyes you were met by his worried ones. 

“I-I’m sorry…” You barely managed to mutter. You tried to reach out and touch his cheek, but you arm only made it half way before falling to the ground, limp. “I love y-you. P-promi..se me you’ll…find happ-.” You words cut short as your final moments were fast approaching.

Eisuke held you close, not caring about his designer suit getting stained, not caring about what happened around him, not worrying about the hotel or work. His entire focus was on you as he said his final goodbye, “I love you Khim, I will always love you.” He said, giving you an uncharacteristically kind smile as you let yourself cry, closing your eyes for the final time. 

He felt his world shatter, seeing you there on the cold ground, it didn’t suit you. But it was something you would do, for him, because you loved him so much. 


Soryu quickly shot his gun from the ground and got up. You fell simultaneous as a knife was still lodged into your chest. “Why did you push me!?” He yelled, racing to your side, wondering if he should pull the knife out or not.

You ragged breaths were the only thing he heard as the other noises were muted to his ears. Panicking, he gripped the knife firm and yanked it out, causing screams to pour out of your lips, a noise he hated. 

The wound was deep, and whether or not his decision was the right one it didn’t matter, because the knife was firm in you right lung. He knew this was the end. 

Not worrying about his surrounds, his face softened as he pushed your hair back and kissed your lips. He wanted you to be left with him smiling, so you would’t have any regrets and neither would he.

Khim tried to make out a couple of words and Soryu held her close, “I know, I love you to.” He said, reading her mind. Through the pain she smiled. He knew what she wanted. She wanted him to live on, not regret what happened for it wasnt his fault. She wanted him to love again, although he would never replace you. 

Pulling back to look at you, he saw your eyes closed. You were already gone. Rage engulfed him as he maliciously murdered the rival mafia group. Nearly wiping out their existence. It took four dragons to hold him back as he repeatedly punched a already dead man.


Anger was all he could feel. Khim was to kind, to careless. It wasn’t either of their faults but he still took the blame. He didn’t know if he could live in a world without her as he broke down next to her cold body. (a/n: soryu baby! I hate this one I’m crying wahhh)


He was shocked when you reached out to grab the criminals gun, causing the bullet to backfire and hit you square in the back, causing you to fall instantly, as the life left you. 

He panicked, his face going stern as he shot the man square in the head out of rage. He didn’t care if he lost his job for killing him, he had other things to worry about. 

His first thought was that you were paralyzed because you weren’t moving, not because you were dying. Racing to your side he joked, “Jeez kid your-”

He saw all the blood pouring out of your back as death took over your face. Losing all the color in his face he knelt down besides you and turned you over, “Sweetheart?”

Khim didn’t speak a word as she just stared at him, trying her hardest to convey with her eyes what her mouth wouldn’t. Her throat was to dry to manage to speak not. 

“Sweetheart say somethin’.” He called out, shaking her body. But she only grew more lifeless as she managed two words.

“..love you.”

She fell limp in his arms as pain overtook his face. The other bidders ran in and saw the scene unfold- Mamoru shaking, trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check while your body rested in his arms, unresponsive. 


He watched as your body fell from the window, landing in the foliage outside two stories down. How did this happen? The thoughts and images replayed through his head as he ran down the stairs after you.

You both were laughing a minute ago, rummaging around the room looking for any clues to where a piece of art was. He remembered you pushing him back from the window as a bang went off, and then she fell.

Reaching you outside, he was your body covered in nature, dyed red. The bullet piercing right through your heart. You were dead.

He slowly bent over to look at your lifeless face. Thankfully your eyes were already closed, so he didn’t have to close them himself. He couldn’t bear that. He brushed the hair into place, fixed your clothes and brushed his hand along your cheek, kissing your lips.

Was he to careless? Was his love not enough? Did he cause this?

He picked up your limp body as he heard police closing in. He couldn’t leave you here. “Common princess, were going home.” He muttered, resting his forehead against yours and slowly walking back to the hotel.


“Khim?” Ota called your name uncharacteristically as your body slumped in the chair. You attended Ota to a press conference about his latest artwork and were shot on stage.

Everything turned white and black as your lifelessly stared at Ota. Your throat was dry and your heart was pumping fast, yet slow.

“Khim…Khim…” Ota called as he pulled you off the table you slumped onto. Blood was pouring out of your stomach and dyed his hands red. “Khim!” He yelled, realizing the severity of the situation.

Although you were pretty much gone at this point. The blood loss was to much as the world started to darken as sway. “Khim, no no Khim!” He pleaded desperately as you stared to grow limper, heavier. 

“Ota…” You managed to say. He looked into your eyes, wondering what would happen. He didn’t know, everything was happening to fast for him and needed to slow down. 

“…love…I..love..you.” Were the last words she spoke as she left, left him, alone.

Anger swirled inside him as he gripped you close, realizing that people were screaming and pulling him away from you, trying to protect you. Pain filled his face as someone else lifted your body, carrying you to the back of the room. He couldn’t keep up with the situation, his mind swirling until it focused on one thought. 

“Shes gone.” 

Thanks for making me cry anon *gives you evil eyes* Enjoy!

Social Anxiety

Requested: no

A/n: Hi directioners, I guess if we still classify ourselves as that.. This is an imagine for them Niall girls ;) (like moi) hope you enjoy! Send in some requests!

Pairing: Niall, Y/N

“I don’t give a fuck, I’m sick of it, that’s why I dont go out, Ni…. No… NO NOT BECAUSE IM JEALOUS, NIALL, YOU CAN’T PULL THAT SHIT ON ME AGAIN!……. Just go by yourself, the other lads are there why do I need to be?…., fine okay, bye” I slammed my phone down on the nighstand beside the bed, niall has been at me all week to come to a red carpet event, it was a huge deal for them and their new album Four, as much as I wanted to go support not only the band itself but my boyfriend, I couldn’t.

I sighed, and got myself out of bed. Niall doesn’t know much about how my social anxiety works, he thinks I just think it up and have an excuse to stay home all day. All the other lads try to tell him,and get him to understand, but he just doesn’t listen. I made my way down stairs, and sat on the couch in the living room. I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on to see what was happening at the event.

“I think its our best one yet,” harry spoke

“Its a big success, and the steal my girl music video is out soon, would you like to tell us a bit about it?” the women asked.

“Uh yeah, I mean I hope the fans enjoy it. Theres been a lot of work put into it and we love it so we hope they love it too.” Zayn said.

After that I kind of zoned out, mostly just focusing on how quiet niall was and how sad he looked. He looked like he had been crying his eyes out, they were puffy and red and even though he had make up on you could see it. The interviewer had left, leaving the band to talk. Harry was patting Niall’s back and whispering something, the way his lips moved I could tell he told him

‘It’ll be okay don’t worry’

That’s when I got to my feet, looking out the window I was relieved to see no fan in sight outside. I ran up the stairs and got changed. Knowing me, I’ll probably have some sort of anxiety attack while doing this, but I have to face myself and go.

“Its Y/N!”

“Y/N can we get a picture!?”

“Look who finally showed up! She actually comes out of the house”

“Yeah what a lazy bitch, she never interacts with fans Niall deserves so much more”

“Y/N sign my book, please!!!”

All the comments roared through my ears as I walked by the fence. Some disgusting ones I heard, but ignored, and kept walking. The security guard guided me to where everyone was, but during the walk it was an open area and a bunch of fans surrounded me. Shouting, holding out their phones and notebooks in my face. I felt my heart race. Butterfly’s starting to form in my stomach, feeling like horses as the time went on. They started grabbing at my hair and clothes, almost tearing them off. I was trying my best not to cry or burst out cuss words towards them.

Then a bunch of flashing cameras began blinding me. I felt a grip on my wrist, pulling me out of the crowd of fans. After the person kept pulling me farther from the crowd, I finally look up seeing Louis.

“Louis! Thank you so much… I don’t think I would of survived another minute” I told him

“Its alright, Niall’s been crying ever since he last called you. He finally just realized what your fear ment and he felt so horrible. We tried our best to keep him here and looking happy but its hard” he said, letting go of his grip on my wrist.

He lead me to the back room where the other lads were. I saw Niall sitting on the couch with his face burried in his hands. Liam was sat beside him, and once he realized I was there he stood up.

“Let’s leave them alone, I think they would appreciate it” Liam said, gesturing the others to leave with him. They all got up and left the room, leaving me and a sobbing Niall. I sat down on the couch beside him and rubbed his back.

“Ni, you don’t have to be upset I’m fine.” I said. He continued to let out small sobs. He shook his head, and moved them out of his hands.

“Its my fault I didn’t need to yell at you for it all, I never meant it y/n. I just got so caught up with everything”

“Hey, its fine okay? I get it. Its not your fault”

“It is, I always make you go places without realizing the fear and hurt you feel from it all. I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry” he choked out, letting a couple more fresh tears fall down his face. I sighed and cupped his cheeks, wiping away tears with my thumbs. I looked into his blue eyes and spoke

“Listen, Its fine, I’m not mad of upset with you for it. I understand when you go out you wanna be able to have me around and at times I don’t mind, there’s just certain places I don’t like going because of what happens in my mind. I try my best, and I made it here, all by myself. I’m getting use to it, I really am.” I said, I saw a small smile form on his lips, making me smile as well.

“I love you, you know that right?” He said. I nodded and pecked his lips.

“Awwe” I turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway, doing his little childish cupcake pose with his hands under his chin.

“Harry! I said to leave them alone!” Liam said from behind him, he smacked the back of Harry’s head. Harry let out a long “ow” while he rubbed the back of his head that liam smacked.

“You’re such a loser, harry! Go make yourself useful find a girlfriend instead of eyeing mine” niall said, intertwining our hands. Harry rolled his eyes, and flipped his hair before walking away, leaving me and niall to laugh about it.

“By the way, I love you too” I said booping his nose.

~ Nemo x