Sakura’s a kind girl

People usually say that if you don’t understand why someone might hate a character, it’s because you’re blinded, biased or uninformed.

But this is something I really do not understand. Because most times, it’s ill placed.

Sakura….she’s a kind girl. Probably the most kind woman you will find in this series. Yes, when she started out, she was naive. Mean to Naruto. But even back then, she gave her food away to starving children. Even back then, she saved Naruto’s life and stood up for him in the forest of death arc. And by then, she had completely changed. She let herself get beaten up to protect her boys. To repay Lee who had tried his hardest to protect her. And she thanked him for that. She was ready to give up the chunin exam to spare Naruto the embarrassment if he failed the test and to save his dream of becoming hokage. During the whole chunin exam arc, Sasuke’s well being was all she thought about. Even when Kakashi told her the mark was nothing to worry about, she didn’t believe him. Because she knew better than that. She cheered Naruto on in his fight against Kiba. Thanked him for doing the same for her. Bought flowers for both Sasuke and Lee. Spent each day at Sasuke’s bedside when he was hurt. Was ready to give up her life for him against Gaara. Promised herself to become stronger for borth Sasuke and Naruto. Asked Tsunade to train her for the same reason. And she did become stronger. Oh yes she did. In just two years, she was stronger than most of her friends. She saved Kankuro’s life. Saved Chiyo’s life. Made Sasori realise he was wrong. She was ready to get hit by Naruto in his kyuubi form in hopes to get him back. There are so many moments that show how kind this woman is and it’s frustrating to watch people ignore it because of their biased hate. Every time she thought of Itachi she became angry. Because back then, nobody knew the truth. All she knew was that this man had hurt Sasuke. So automatically he became her enemy. Her boys were the reason she made it her goal to take Sasori down. She kept Naruto alive, healed Hinata, healed an entire shinobi army. Tried to save Shikamaru’s life. Saved Karin’s life. Made sure to save as many people as she could during Pain’s invasion. Kept working as a medic during the war before the big battle. Studied books to understand Sasuke’s growth in strength and speed. She was ready to take Danzo out if she had to, to protect Sasuke. Didn’t want her sensei to fight Sasuke on his own because she was scared he would get hurt. Saved Sasuke and Naruto yet again after their final fight. She forgave Sasuke for what he’s done because she knew he was truly sorry. She raised her child telling her again and again and again, how much Sasuke loved them and that he was away for their sake. She sneaked up on an enemy using multiple sharingan and took him out because he was going to hurt her family and her friend. And more.

And you’re telling me this girl is useless and a bad person?
You can’t fool anyone who has read the manga. You really can’t.

I had a dream that my ex showed up at my door, knocked on my door, and I opened it up, and I was about ready to launch into the perfect thing to say,” she recalled. “And instead, all that would come out of my mouth was that high-pitched chorus of people singing, ‘Stay.‘

Taylor Swift talking about how “Stay” came from.

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Originally posted by camrenmooon

Title: Sleep With Me

Pairing: Sherlolly

Word Count: 1880

Rating: K/G

Summary: When Sherlock offered the sleepy pathologist his bed he really hadn’t intended on joining her…

[On Ao3] [On FF.Net]

An amused smirk twitched at one corner of Sherlock’s lips as he watched Molly fail in her attempt to stifle a yawn.

“Why don’t you just stop fighting it and go to sleep?”

“’m fine,” Molly mumbled around another uncontainable yawn.

“I’m not Rosie, you know,” Sherlock snapped mildly. “I’m not an infant. You do not have to keep an eye on me every second.”

Molly caught her bottom lip between her teeth, either in contemplation or to bite back a retort, Sherlock wasn’t entirely sure.

“Well, maybe… Maybe I will just kip here for a bit.” She put aside the book she had been reading and stretched out on the sofa, wriggling around for a moment to find a comfortable position.

“You can use my bed,” Sherlock offered, distractedly plucking at the strings of his violin. “You’ll be much more comfortable.”

Molly’s head popped up, her eyes slightly wide. “W-what about you?”

Sherlock huffed. “I highly doubt I will be doing any sleeping tonight.”

“Oh. Then maybe I should stay up and keep you company,” Molly purposed, looking unsure about leaving Sherlock on his own even if she would just be in the next room.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sherlock dismissed. “There’s no need for the both of us to lose sleep. Especially when you’re tired and I’m not. I’ll be fine.”

Molly sighed. “Okay. If you’re certain.”

“I am.”

Molly hauled herself up from the sofa and crossed the room. “Don’t hesitate to wake me if you feel any urges.”

Sherlock arched his brows at her.

“Oh you know what I mean,” Molly huffed, rolling her eyes, trying to appear exasperated, but the touch of pink tinting the tips of her ears gave away her embarrassment.

Sherlock smiled. “Yes. Will do, Molly. Goodnight.”

Molly sighed. “Night, Sherlock.”

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invading spaces once more | isom | 1

genre | agent au.
summary | “all my intel said you’re not meant to be back until next week and i’m using your flat as a sniper nest to kill a bad guy. this is awkward.”
warnings | mature content, mention of death, swearing, graphic smut.
word count | 7384.

It has been hours since Park Jimin and Jeon Jeongguk set foot into the kind of empty flat. It had once been filled, yeah, almost polluted, with the positive energy that Kim Taehyung distributed on a daily basis - one that was so strong that you couldn’t help but feel depressed because there was just so much happiness; it suffocated you, quite literally. Especially when Jeon Jeongguk, the most emo of all three, visited the happy-to-go boy; he usually threw himself on the old couch and didn’t stop coughing and crying for someone to help him escape this aura until Kim Taehyung pulled him out of the flat. No offense but Jeon Jeongguk had always been a bastard.

Thank god, Park Jimin was nothing like Jeongguk - at all. Park Jimin had manners, was quite charming (that was what the girls said, at least) and was the least untidy of the three musketeers; he was basically everything that Jeon Jeongguk wasn’t - except maybe for the looks because Jeongguk also seemed to have a queue of girls waiting for him and for his “hot ass looks”. A pity that he wasn’t just hot ass looks but also a major player, because relationships? Feelings? What were those again?

As Jimin already said, Jeongguk was a fucker. Literally.

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Snow Maid and the Mockingbird

The snow fell and Sansa’s snow castle rose. Her Winterfell.

“May I come into your castle, my lady?” She did not know how long Petyr had been watching her.

“It’s Winterfell. My home.”

“I used to dream of Winterfell, in those years after your mother went north with your father. In my dreams it was ever a dark place, and cold.”

“No. It was always warm, even when it snowed. Would you help me building it, Lord Baelish?”

"Nothing could please me more.”

Winterfall rose and rose.

“I told you that nothing could please me more than to help you with your castle” Petyr said. “fear that was a lie as well. Something else would please me more.” He stepped closer. “This.”

Sansa tried to step back, but he pulled her into his arms and suddenly he was kissing her.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing a snow maid.”

“You’re supposed to kiss my aunt Lysa. She’s your wife.”

“I wish you could see yourself, my lady. You are so beautiful.”

"You shouldn’t kiss me. I might have been your own daughter … ”

“Might have been. You are Eddard Stark’s daughter, and Cat’s. But I think you might be even more beautiful than your mother was, when she was your age.”

“Petyr, please.”

It was more than Sansa could stand. She was happy when her aunt summoned her. Lady Lysa was with that horrible singer of hers.

“I saw what you did,” the Lady Lysa said.

“Please, My lady. I did nothing. He kissed me.“

"And why would he do that? He has a wife who loves him. You threw yourself at him.“

"That’s not true.”

“They all tried to take him from me. My lord father, my husband, your mother … Catelyn most of all. She liked to kiss my Petyr too, oh yes she did.”

“My mother?”

“Yes, your mother, my own sweet sister Catelyn. She teased him with smiles and soft words and wanton looks, and made his nights a torment.”

Lysa grabbed Sansa by the wrist. She pulled to the moon door. Beyond was white sky, falling snow, and nothing else.

Lady Lysa pressed her forward inexorably. Sansa was shaking, sobbing. They teetered on the edge. “I’ll make you fly.”

“Lysa! What’s the meaning of this. Get back from there! Lysa, what are you doing?” It was Petyr.

“She’s a child, Lysa. Cat’s daughter. What did you think you were doing?”

“You can’t want her. You can’t. She’s a stupid empty-headed little girl. She doesn’t love you the way I have. I’ve always loved you.”

"I know, love. "And I am here. All you need to do is take my hand, come on.”

“I poisoned my husband for you. Why did you kiss her? Why? We’re together now, we’re together after so long, so very long.”

"My sweet silly jealous wife. I’ve only loved one woman, I promise you.”

“Only one? Oh, Petyr, do you swear it?”

“Only Cat." 

He gave her a short, sharp shove.

Lysa stumbled backward, her feet slipping on the wet marble. And then she was gone.

Lord Petyr pulled Sansa to her feet. "You’re not hurt?”


When she shook her head, he said, “Run let my guards in, then. Quick now, there’s no time to lose. This singer’s killed my lady wife.”

A Storm of Swords Chapter 80 (Sansa VII) -(abridged)

Text Me Not

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Nalu Love Fest! Or anything that was organized lol. This is for Day 7: Sexting, and was super fun to write! This is fairly smutty, though more low-key than usual. But still, smut. College AU!

When the picture loaded, Lucy was glad she was at the back as her face turned into a tomato and she let out a tiny squeak. There on her screen was a picture of Natsu, shirtless and laying on her bed. One arm was tucked behind his head of wild pink hair, a lazy and devilish smirk playing on his lips. The same hooded eyes Lucy had daydreamed about earlier were present, seeming to somehow look at her soul through the screen. He was wearing sweatpants, which were pulling dangerously low and drawing her eyes to muscular and toned chest and stomach. Lucy’s fingers twitched slightly as she remembered how his tan skin moved beneath her fingers, the muscles shifting and flexing in response to her exploring hands. When Lucy finally tore her eyes away from his little display, she saw he had sent a text as well.

N- Still don’t want to play with me?

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy tail

Words: 4841

Rating: M

Part: Oneshot

Lucy sat in her desk, one hand propping up her chin and the other absentmindedly tapping a pencil on her small, university desk. You’d think with how much they charge for tuition they could afford bigger personal desks. Lucy sighed, looking to the people on either side of her. A boy to her right with black hair spiked into a messy look was leaned back in his seat, earbuds in and seemingly trying to count the number of tiles on the ceiling. Either that or he was muttering to himself, which wasn’t entirely impossible. The girl to her left was trying to focus on the dull lecture the professor had broken into, but there just seemed to be a random pattern of scribbles on the side of her lined paper. More than Lucy had written down anyway. Lucy looked down to the front of the room, grateful she had found a desk in the back. The room was full of students like herself, trying unsuccessfully to pay attention to his speech, the monotone lesson on feminism in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein already claiming a number of students as victims to it’s sleep inducing drone. As least at the back she wouldn’t disturb anyone with her snoring.

Lucy’s phone gave a soft buzz, startling her from nearly dozing off. She really needed to be paying attention, regardless of the fact that she had already chosen the book as her main report subject, and had already read, re-read, and analyzed every line in the damn book. Releasing a loud sigh, Lucy hit the home button and her lock screen lit up, showing a text message with the name Natsu Dragneel above it. Quickly unlocking her phone, Lucy read the short text and rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s whining.

N- Luuccyyyyy I’m bored

Quickly tapping a reply Lucy relocked her phone, barely setting it on the desk before it buzzed again.

L- And I’m in class

N- Come hooooommeeeee :D

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Meet her at the Love Parade

Bourbon St, New Orleans - 16 months post TVD finale…

“What are you all standing around for?” Klaus growled, looking at his lazy minions. They usually did what he demanded but tonight they were restless, not that he should have been surprised. It was February in the Crescent City and that meant it was Mardi Gras. Klaus didn’t care for it though and his underlings should have been in the same mindset.

“Oh come on Niklaus,” Rebekah interrupted. “Surely even your minions deserve a night off for the occasion.”

“I don’t recall asking you, little sister,” he snarled, hating when his siblings tried to assert their power and interfere. Last time he checked, Klaus was the King of this town not them. “Go away and annoy someone else. I believe I gave you all an order.” They all dispersed, albeit reluctantly. Mardi gras or not they had a responsibility to him and given everyone’s shields were down tonight it was the perfect time to strike those most vulnerable.

Klaus walked outside onto the balcony, taking in the view from below as he did. The parade was in full swing, revellers dancing and singing in the street completely uninhibited. He looked across to his sister standing against the railing who was also watching with interest.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to undermine my authority, Rebekah?” He growled, his voice barely heard over the cheers of the crowd below.

“Oh please,” she huffed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. Everyone deserves to have fun every now and again.”

“I never said…”

“Oh yes you did,” she drawled. “Just because you’re pining for Caroline doesn’t mean we have to suffer for it still.” Klaus knew it was true not that he’d admit it to his nosy sister of course. Ever since he’d sent that cheque and letter it had plagued his thoughts, especially given she hadn’t cashed it yet. Did he do something wrong? Last time Klaus checked he’d donated to a worthy cause, nothing else.

“Have I told you how much you’re annoying me today?”

“No, but glad to see you’ve gotten in just before curfew,” she scoffed. “I’m going to go and enjoy myself like Kol, I suggest you try to do the same thing,” Rebekah muttered, walking away purposefully.

Klaus let out a low growl, annoyed that he didn’t have anyone to take his aggression out on now. It was normally his minions but if they were too busy running errands that usually befell to Kol, Rebekah and Elijah who had made themselves scarce tonight, not that he should have been surprised.

He grabbed the whiskey that had been pre poured on the table and took a long sip, his eyes trained on the crowd. Maybe he needed someone’s blood to take his mind off the loneliness he felt. Klaus had been surprisingly disciplined since she was out of the picture but he couldn’t deny that the scent of fresh blood wasn’t driving him crazy. Not because he really wanted it but because it was something to get his mind off the blonde that had been plaguing his thoughts. If he wasn’t immortal, Klaus knew she’d be the death of him given the frustrating ache he felt from her absence.

He scanned the crowd helplessly, his eyes focusing on a person in the crowd, dressed as an angel in white. She wore a feathered mask, her short skirt brushing mid thigh and the brief top displaying a hint of cleavage. Klaus shouldn’t have been surprised that she caught his attention given her beauty, those golden waves and their obvious differences. It was at that point, she looked up towards him on the balcony pointedly, her gaze unwavering. Even with her mask in place Klaus knew there was something about this girl and he needed to know what that was.

He was on autopilot at that moment rushing downstairs, hoping he hadn’t missed her. Bursting out of the front door, he found himself immersed in the crowd. He looked around urgently, catching those white wings in the corner of his eye. Klaus bounded forward using his power to push everyone out of his way. She raced away towards Toulouse Street and he followed her in anticipation.

It was less busy there and Klaus was excited to have the opportunity to appreciate her privately, every instinct telling him she was the very girl he’d been seeking for a long time now. Klaus just wasn’t sure why she’d chosen to show up in his town but he really didn’t care. She giggled mischieviously in the distance, Klaus following her like a lost puppy as her dress rode high on her thighs, revealing those creamy thighs he’d dreamt of incessantly.

He caught up, pushing her lightly against the brick wall, his hands making their way from her abdomen and now resting on her hips. Even through her mask Klaus could tell she was happy to be there.

“Took your time, love,” Klaus growled, a mixture of impatience and desire. It wasn’t a coincidence that he was rubbing himself against her like the wolf he was. She was purring in response.

“I was annoyed, actually I still am,” she gasped as he continued to caress her body.

“What did I do now?” He moaned from the sensations she was causing against his skin, half expecting that accusation given his track record but also a little surprised still.

“You didn’t think trying to buy me would cause some adverse response?” Caroline mumbled, never letting go. Her hands finding their way down his back, if he wasn’t clothed Caroline knew there’d be some nail marks by now.

“All I did was donate to a worthy cause,” he panted, trying to ignore just how good she felt against him.

“Well, I’m here to return your cheque,” she managed to utter as his arousal rubbed against her teasingly. He pulled away prematurely, his blue eyes staring her down questioningly, causing Caroline to growl in frustration from his distance.

“And why’s that?”

“I can’t accept it,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse.

“So why didn’t you just send it back, why put me through this?” He growled, his eyes downcast now. Caroline felt terrible all of a sudden for leading him on. She placed her finger underneath his chin and pulled it upwards slowly. As soon as his blue eyes met hers she knew it was it.

“Just because I didn’t want the donation doesn’t mean I don’t want you,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his. Klaus closed his eyes as his mouth massaged hers, knowing that she’d finally come back to him.

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Mini Matchmaker Pt. 1 (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Hi, my lovelies!! I’m still trying to ease myself off hiatus (you can read about that HERE ), but work got crazy again so I’m not sure when it’ll be official. BUT. I had this idea during my long day at work and I just thought it was so cute so I had to get it out. I hope you like it!! Any feedback or comments is appreciated. :)


Mini Matchmaker (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Characters: reader, Steve, OC Justice, Sam (mentioned) [modern au]

Summary: Your awful temporary holiday job takes a turn for the better when a handsome stranger enters your life. 

Warnings: none? Super duper fluffy!! A super tiny mention of death, but that’s it.

Word Count: 2436 (yeah this was supposed to be a drabble. oops.)

Tag list is below (LIST IS CLOSED I’M SO SORRY)

Part One  Part Two>>>


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“These tights are the worst,” you muttered to your co-worker while still maintaining the fake perma-smile required for your temporary job. You tried to covertly pull up the tights that threatened to sag down to your knees while simultaneously resisting to scratch your itchy legs.

“Just remember, it’s almost over and think of the extra cash you’ll have for all the presents you’re going to buy me,” smirked the redhead, handing a cane cane to an obviously underwhelmed child.

“You wish, Nat,” you replied before ushering the next kid forward to take a seat on Santa’s lap.

With a frustrated huff, you considered your current situation. In addition to the awful red and white striped tights that were the bane of your existence, you wore a green velvet dress that fell to mid-thigh, a pointed green hat, and of course, the curly-toed shoes with bells attached. Just to add a festive touch of humiliation.

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The Joker x Reader - “Dirty Details”

Frost is finally going on vacation for 2 weeks with his wife and you agreed to take care of his two boys. Mister J was hard to convince, but you always have your way in the end. You can be very…persuasive.

Best friends saga: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153980061476/the-joker-x-reader-best-friends




You love Jonny’s sons, they are absolutely adorable: Kaden is 6 years old and Zane is 5. They will stay with you at your hideout in the woods because it will feel like a vacation for you also. The same can’t be said about the Joker; he was completely against you two babysitting for so long.

“Uncle J, can we watch a movie?” Kaden asks, slowly heading towards the bedroom where him and his brother will sleep.

“Don’t call me that, I’m not your uncle!” he bitterly replies, putting his guns away. He is extra grouchy because you told him to stash away everything a kid shouldn’t be around.

“Auntie Y/N, can we watch a movie, please?” Zane shyly tries his luck, knowing you probably won’t say no.

“She’s not your aunt,” J mumbles in the corner of the living room, locking away the guns and the knives in the seif.

“Yes, of course, you guys go to your room and put away your things, then come back,” you smile, ignoring the Joker’s shitty attitude.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” he scoffs as he closes the seif.

You choose not to answer, digging around for a movie in your collection.

After the shower, J comes back to the living room to find the boys cuddled to you, half asleep.

“Move, brats!” he demands, stretching his back.

The young one gets watery eyes, his lower lip quivering:

“Auntie Y/N is mine…” he manages to utter, clenching to your arm.

“You wish! Move!”

“J, seriously?!” you sigh, exasperated.

“You’re so mean Uncle J,” Kaden pouts, sniffling.

“I’m not your uncle!” J growls, narrowing his eyes.

Kaden starts crying:

“Uncle J is so mean all the timeeee…” The boys crawl in your lap, upset someone is trying to take you away from them. You try to comfort both, kissing their foreheads and squeezing them tight to your chest.

The Joker takes a deep breath and sits down by you, resting his head on your shoulder. You elbow him, irritated he made the kids cry.

“But you’re mine,” he whispers in your ear, frowning. “Tell them to move.”

“What are you, three years old?!” you mutter through your clenched teeth. “Stop your crap!”

** *After you avoided catastrophe and put Kaden and Zane to bed, you started fooling around with J because he wanted to apologize for being a jerk the best way he knows how. Not that you mind at all.

Suddenly, a knock on the door.

“Auntie Y/N,” Kaden calls out, “my little brother had a bad dream.”

You can hear Zane whimpering.

“Go back to bed, you’re fine!” J yells, pulling you back on top of him when you try to leave.

“Baby, he had a nightmare,” you try to reason with him while he continues to kiss you.

“Don’t care. They ARE the nightmare!”

“Come on, J, don’t be like that!” you sigh, fully aware he’s dead serious.

“But I’m already naked, we have to finish what we started!” he complains, slapping your thigh.

“Uncleee Jaayyy, I’m scared,” Zane bawls his eyes out outside the door now.

“Dammit!!!” the Joker closes his eyes, deliberating on what he should do while you take advantage of the situation and get off him, starting to put your nightgown on. “This is so not cool, doll ” he shakes his head and finally gets out of bed, grabbing his shorts and getting dressed, unamused at the ordeal he has to go through.

He goes and opens the door, Zane immediately rushing in to hug his legs, crying. J rolls his eyes, resigned. Kaden just stands there and you signal him to come in.

The Joker picks up the young boy and he wraps his arms around J’s neck, weeping on his shoulder.

“Stop crying, you pest, it’s fine.”    He’s a natural with kids.

Mister J turns around:

”Hey, what are you doing?” he grumbles seeing Kaden cuddled to your body.

“Come here, my little baby, did you have a bad dream?” you gesture for J to bring Zane over.

“Y-Y-yes,” he stammers, reaching his hands for you.

“Really, Princess? They’re not our children, they shouldn’t be in our bed,” he states the evident fact like it’s some kind of news flash.

“Give it a rest, will you? Let them be!”

He talks to himself in a low voice, saying not very nice things for sure, but gets in bed nevertheless.

“Scoot over, kid, I wanna sleep by my girl. Can I do that at least?” J sarcastically asks but of course Kaden doesn’t get the tone in his voice. He crosses over to the other side of your body, this way you two are in the middle like the Joker wanted.

“I hate kids,” he whispers in your ear.

“No you don’t, baby. We will have some too.” You keep on caressing Zane’s head, reaching over J’s chest.

“Oh, hell no, no way that’s gonna happen.”

“We are so having some, at least two.”

“Shut up and rinse your mouth with holy water, Kitten.”

You start laughing softly.

“I might be pregnant right now, you never know,” you wink, teasing him while the boys are quietly dosing off.

“Jesus, Pumpkin, don’t give me a heart attack, I’m too young,” he huffs, unhappy at your little joke.

*** “I’m going to marry Auntie Y/N!” Kaden decides after finishing breakfast.

“Sorry, brat, she’s already taken,” the Joker spoils the fun like he usually does.

“No, I’m gonna marry her!” Zane screams, ignoring J.

“No, I’m older, she’s mine!”

“No, Auntie Y/N is mine!”

They start fighting and you watch, entertained.

“Aww, how cute. Hey, boys,” you get in between them, ”you can both marry me, ok?”

“Really?” the young one looks full of hope.

“Definitely!” you reassure them as they hold your hands in theirs.

“That’s bullshit!” J puckers his lips, aggravated.    He’s so mature.

You glare his way, really wanting to kick him:

“Looks like I have three kids: a 39 year old, a 6 year old and a 5 year old. How did I manage that?!”

“Shut up, Princess.”

“Don’t tell my wife to shut up!” Kaden snaps, stepping in front of you. You lift your eyebrows, satisfied.

“Exactly, baby, be careful or my boys will tear you to pieces.”

“Yeah, right,” he taunts them, taking a sit on the couch.

“Kill the enemy, he’s being mean to our wife!!!!!” Kaden shouts, yanking Zane away and charging towards the Joker, jumping on him and yelling as loud as they can. And wow, the Joker cracks a smile while tickling them and trying to slam them on the couch. Holy shit on a stick, that’s absolutely insane.

*** J is walking around shirtless because he doesn’t really like to wear too much around the house.

The boys keep on staring at his tattoos, they sure look more interesting every time they see them.

“Uncle J, are you really God’s only child?” Kaden asks, curious the hear the answer.

You giggle, lifting your eyes from the book you’re reading. I guess J gave up on asking them not to call him uncle because they don’t care anyway.

“Hmmm, it’s quite possible, brat.”

“Wowww, did you ever see God?” Zane inquires, both of them with their mouth opened, anticipating his reply.

“A lot of times.”

The boys gasp.

“So many times, about 10 to 12 times a week with your Auntie Y/N,” he grins, watching your eyes getting as big as plates.

“ J, what the hell?! ” you throw your pen at him and he dodges it, so pleased of his clever answer.

“Wow, Auntie Y/N, you saw God too?!” the boys turn towards you, amazed.

“Oh, yes, she did, I always make sure of that,” the Joker laughs, talking for you and biting his lips while you squirm in your armchair.

“Zip it, J !!!” you throw your book at him and miss. He keeps on laughing.

“How does God look like, Auntie? Is he big?”

You give J an evil glance and then you have the perfect comeback:
“Average,” you smirk at your little revenge.

J’s smile freezes on his face.     Ha! Serves you right!

“I’ll show you average, you little smart ass!!!” the Joker heads towards you as you start running away with the boys chasing the two of you, screaming up a storm because they think you are playing around.

*** J took a shower and now he’s parading around the cabin with only a towel around his waist. You urged him to go put some clothes on because you have kids around and he had a temper tantrum so you decided to go and fix the problem.

“Here, boys, you can play video games on TV, OK? I have to go and talk to J and we’ll be back. Will you be good for me?”
“Yes, Auntie Y/N,” they both answer in the same time, pushing each other on the way to the couch, snickering.

You go in your master bedroom and you watch him for a few seconds as he slams stuff around, looking for something to wear, still mad. It makes you smile, he’s so dramatic sometimes. You lock the door, then sneak behind him and pull his towel away.

“I’m not in the mood for games,” he sulks, watching you throw the towel on the floor.

“I know why you’re grumpy, baby. You are sexually frustrated because we got interrupted last night.”
He squints his eyes, trying to say something but you don’t let him.

“I know exactly what you need, you have about 30 minutes before the boys get bored and come looking for us.”

You violently push him on the bed and his green hair gets all over his face.

“Jesus, woman, what the…” he lifts his head and watches you take your clothes off as fast as you can.

“Shut up! Like I said: about 30 minutes.”

“Wh-what am I supposed to do in only 30 minutes?!”

“Your best. Come on, let’s get it out of your system.”

“I’ll let you know, Kitten, this is not cool at all!… Ohhhh, come to Daddy,” he smirks when he sees you completely naked, forgetting his other speech.

“Try to be quiet,” you whisper, crawling on top of him and pressing your lips on his.

“I don’t wanna be quiet!” he gropes you, snarling.

“Jeez, stop being so feisty, you’re wasting time.”

*** You get your face out of the laptop, realizing it’s very quiet around the house. Where’s everybody? You walk around the cabin, then get outside. You circle around and finally see the Joker and the boys.

“See? You hold it like this and then you aim…”
“Baby, what are you doing?”

“I’m teaching them how to handle a gun,” he nonchalantly replies like it is the most normal thing in the world.

“Really?! Can you please put the gun away in the seif?! Seriously now!”

“But Uncle J is showing us his cool gun, we wanna see some moreeeee,” Kaden whines, causing Zane to do the same.

“Yes, we are doing some male bonding,” J yawns, kind of bored.

“Male bonding, male bonding!!!!!” the kids start jumping up and down, not understanding what he’s really referring to, but it sounds cool.

Maybe these brats have something going for themselves, the Joker thinks, watching you go back inside as you shake your head in disapproval.

*** Frost picked up his kids and now he’s driving back to Gotham, drinking his coffee and chatting with his wife while the boys are having fun in the back sit.

“Daddy, guess what?” Kaden gets his attention.

“What is it?”

“Did you know Uncle J saw God?”

Jonny smiles and the wife sighs.   Ahhhh, kids

“Did you know Auntie Y/N saw him too?”

“You don’t say, boys, that’s really something” he winks at the wife, sipping on the coffee.

“Yes, he said he sees God 10 to 12 times a week and he makes sure every time that Auntie sees him too.”
Frost spits out his coffee and slams the breaks in the middle of the road. He starts coughing, still chocking while laughing with all his heart.

“I’ll be damned, we need to catch up, darling,” he says turning towards his wife while she chuckles, entertained at the revelation. He wipes his mouth beginning to drive again. And then he decides:

“We need to let them babysit more often, this way we can find out all the dirty details.”

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Mystic Messenger: Intruder in the window

Characters: MC/Saeran

Rating: General

Word count: 1 564

Tropes: bound, stuck

Comment: this was way longer than expected haaaah. I wanted to write more but ended up being too flustered, so I kept it a bit shorter.

MC leaned back in her chair. 

The apartment was silent and she had nothing to do but the same things over and over again. It got tedious really fast. She watched the ceiling and listened to the raindrops hitting the window.
But then her ears picked up another sound. Curious, she got off her spot and slowly approached the window. 

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Dricki One Shot: "No Bullshit"

As Drake walked inside his condo, he recalled the events from the night. Seeing his beautiful, sexy girlfriend at the club. Damn, she has this effect on him no girl ever had. She made him happy and made his dick happy. He felt it rise at the mental images of Nicki at the club.

“Damn, I’m horny.” Drake muttered pulling out his phone and unlocked it. He dialed Nicki’s number.

3 in the morning
You know I’m horny
So why don’t you come over to my place
Put a smile on my face


“Onika, how are you gonna look all sexy and not let Papi explore that?”

She giggled. “Well it’s all for you.”

“Then bring your fine ass over here.”

“Ok Papi.” She hung up and Drake looked at his phone satisfied.

Leaving the club
Shawty hurry up
So we can this party started

Nicki made her way inside his condo. She traveled up the stairs. She had no clue why her heart was beating as fast as it was. She was never nervous about having sex with Drake. Why now?

Nicki slowly opened the door to see him laying on his back. He sat up and grinned.

“Took you awhile.”

“Shut up.” She pushed him back on the bed and kissed him with her tongue traveling every part of his mouth.

Drake loved it when Nicki was agressive and in control. It turned him even more. She stood up and removed her dress. Under, she was wearing a bra but no panties.

Drake stood up to kiss her and claim her mouth with his. He slipped two fingers in her opening and her mouth formed an O.

“Already wet for me” Drake smirked stroking his fingers in and out.

Her eyes were closed and he observed a look of pleasure on her face as he kept going. His fingers disappeared in his mouth and he sucked hardly on them.

“Stop teasing!”

Drake chuckled still sticking his tongue in and out of her. His tongue swiped up and down her clit. Nicki’s hand clutched his head pushing his mouth down on her.

“Eager, much?”

“Yes.” She replied.

He pushed her legs open wider and launched his mouth on her. She was sweet as candy. His teeth tugged at her lips and bit down.

“Eat me, Daddy” Nicki moaned loudly.

Drake swirled his tongue deeper and slower as her legs shook. He felt her pussy escape his mouth.

“Where the fuck you going?” Drake grunted pulling her legs back down.

Her legs went around his neck as he devoured her pussy.

“This is my pussy.” Drake thought as he tongue fucked her.

He removed his mouth and laid on the bed. Nicki climbed on top unbuckling Drake’s jeans, and pulling them along with his boxers, freeing his penis.

“Nicki, what are you doing?” I asked.

She smirked. “Shut up and let me give you head.”

He grinned widely obeying. She didn’t have to tell him twice. He watched as she took his whole dick into her mouth. She bobbed up and down and Drake guided her head. Damn she was good.

“Oh fuck Nicki.”

When she was done, he sat up and looked at her.

“Come sit on Daddy’s face” Drake commanded.

She cheesed and he laid back down as she took a seat on his face with her pussy on his mouth. Drake’s arms traveled around her legs. He began eating the box again. Twisting his tongue in and out of her. Her moans egging him on. She started moving up and down riding his tongue.

“Oh God! Yes!” She yelled.

Drake stood up quickly and removed her bra revealing her large breasts. He placed his kisses on her chest. He swirled his tongue all over her nipple. He gently bit down making her yelp.

He went over to his drawer to retrieve a condom. He rolled it on and got between her legs. He rubbed the tip at her opening making her frustrated. He decided to take mercy on her and slowly thrust himself making sure she took every inch of him. Her mouth formed an O.

“That’s right. Feel me.”

Oh yes she did feel him. All the way in her stomach. He started to slowly move inside and she started to whimper.


“Mhhh Drizzy.” She moaned as he penetrated her.

“What’s my name?” He asked slamming more roughly into her.


“What’s my name?”

“Aubrey!” She breathed digging her nails into his back.

“What’s my fucking name?”

“Aubrey Drake Graham!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Drake released inside the condom and went to throw it away. Nicki got on her knees and Drake entered her from the back.

“Whose shit is this?”

“Yours, Papi.” Nicki purred grabbing the pillows.

He pounded into her more and all that was heard was Drake’s balls slapping against her ass. He turned her over entering her once again with her left leg reaching for the sky. Missionary. He loved this position.

“Papi, I’m gonna cum!” Nicki screamed as her walls broke down.

“Not yet.” He took both of her legs and put them behind her head.

With her legs behind, he continued to pump her insides as Nicki’s orgasm rippled through. She couldn’t take it. She released and when she did, she squirted out but Drake didn’t stop.

“Shit Drake, I came!” She groaned.

He placed her on top of him.

“Ride this dick.” He commanded slapping her ass.

She bounced up and down and rolled her hips against him. She went reverse cowgirl and he played with her huge posterior.

“Damn Nicki!’ Drake grunted.

"If you own this pussy, I own this dick.” She bounced harder.

“Yes babe its yours. Shit”

She smiled and came once again. He came right after her. Nicki laid next to him out of breath. Drake rolled over on top of her and kissed her lips.

“Round 2.”


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Sansa & Lysa: Parallels


Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. (Arya, A Game of Thrones)

[Lysa] had the blue eyes of the Tullys, but hers were pale and watery, never still. All that remained of her sister’s beauty was the great fall of thick auburn hair that cascaded to her waist. (Catelyn, A Game of Thrones)


Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world’s graces at her command. Arya had been entirely unsatisfactory as sisters went. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)

“[…] I have known your like before, too. But you are mistaken if you think big eyes and strumpet’s smiles will win you Petyr. He is mine.” [Her aunt Lysa] rose to her feet. “They all tried to take him from me. My lord father, my husband, your mother … Catelyn most of all. She liked to kiss my Petyr too, oh yes she did.”

Sansa retreated another step. “My mother?”

“Yes, your mother, your precious mother, my own sweet sister Catelyn. Don’t you think to play the innocent with me, you vile little liar. All those years in Riverrun, she played with Petyr as if he were her little toy. She teased him with smiles and soft words and wanton looks, and made his nights a torment.” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)


“Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts.” (Arya, A Game of Thrones)

[Lysa] had been a pretty girl, in truth; dimpled and delicate, with long auburn hair. Timid, though. Prone to tongue-tied silences and fits of giggles, with none of Cersei’s fire. Her older sister had seemed more interesting, though Catelyn was promised to some northern boy, the heir of Winterfell … (Jaime, A Feast for Crows)


He was so drunk that sometimes Sansa had to lend him her arm to keep him from falling. The bells were ringing out across the city, more and more of them joining in. She kept her head down and stayed in the shadows, close behind Dontos. While descending the serpentine steps he stumbled to his knees and retched. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)

“Six, and sickly, and Lord of the Eyrie, gods have mercy,” the king swore. “Lord Tywin had never taken a ward before. Lysa ought to have been honored. The Lannisters are a great and noble House. She refused to even hear of it. Then she left in the dead of night, without so much as a by-your-leave. Cersei was furious.” (Eddard, A Game of Thrones


What was it that Jon had said when they found the pups in the snow? Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord. And he had killed Sansa’s, and for what? Was it guilt he was feeling? Or fear? If the gods had sent these wolves, what folly had he done? (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)

Lord Hoster’s eyes opened. “Tansy,” he husked in a voice thick with pain.

[…] Catelyn had grown accustomed to him taking her for her mother or her sister Lysa, but Tansy was a name strange to her. “It’s Catelyn,” she said. “It’s Cat, Father.”

“Forgive me … the blood … oh, please … Tansy …” […] Lord Hoster groaned. “Dead.” His hand groped for hers. “You’ll have others … sweet babes, and trueborn.” (Catelyn, A Storm of Swords)


“They made me marry him. I never wanted it.”

“No more than I did,” her aunt said. “Jon Arryn was no dwarf, but he was old. […] I should have refused him, but he was such an old man, how long could he live? Half his teeth were gone, and his breath smelled like bad cheese. I cannot abide a man with foul breath. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)

“No,” Sansa blurted. “No.”

“Yes. You are a ward of the crown. The king stands in your father’s place, since your brother is an attainted traitor. That means he has every right to dispose of your hand. You are to marry my brother Tyrion.”

My claim, she thought, sickened. Dontos the Fool was not so foolish after all; he had seen the truth of it. Sansa backed away from the queen. “I won’t.” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)


“But he saved me.”

“He sold you for a promise of ten thousand dragons. […] A bag of dragons buys a man’s silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.” He smiled sadly. “All he did he did at my behest. I dared not befriend you openly. When I heard how you saved his life at Joff’s tourney, I knew he would be the perfect catspaw.” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)

“There’s no cause for all these tears.”

“Tears, tears, tears,” she sobbed hysterically. “No need for tears … but that’s not what you said in King’s Landing. You told me to put the tears in Jon’s wine, and I did. For Robert, and for us!” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)


He pulled her closer, caught her face between his hands, and kissed her on the lips for a long time. “Now that’s the sort of kiss that says welcome home. See that you do better next time.” (Alayne, A Feast for Crows)

Lady Lysa and Lord Petyr had the third-story bedchamber to themselves, but the tower was small … and true to her word, her aunt screamed. […] “Petyr,” her aunt moaned. “Oh, Petyr, Petyr, sweet Petyr, oh oh oh. There, Petyr, there. That’s where you belong.” […] “Make me a baby, Petyr,” she screamed, “make me another sweet little baby. Oh, Petyr, my precious, my precious, PEEEEEETYR!” Her last shriek was so loud that it set the dogs to barking, and two of her aunt’s ladies could scarce contain their mirth. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)


Two sailors were waiting by the rail to help her onto the deck. Sansa was trembling. “She’s cold,” she heard someone say. He took off his cloak and put it around her shoulders. “There, is that better, my lady? Rest easy, the worst is past and done.”

She knew the voice. But he’s in the Vale, she thought. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)

The Lady Lysa giggled like a girl. “Oh, Petyr Baelish, you are so wicked. […] I am the Lady of the Eyrie, and I command you to wed me this very moment!”

[…] They said their vows within the hour, standing beneath a sky-blue canopy as the sun sank in the west. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)


“It was too soon. My lady, you do not understand. As I’ve told the Lord Protector, a pinch of sweetsleep will prevent the shaking, but it does not leave the flesh, and in time…”

“Time will not matter if his lordship has a shaking fit and falls off the mountain. If my father were here, I know he would tell you to keep Lord Robert calm at all costs.” (Alayne, A Feast for Crows)

“Tears, tears, tears,” she sobbed hysterically. “No need for tears … but that’s not what you said in King’s Landing. You told me to put the tears in Jon’s wine, and I did.” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)


“I will.” [Sweetrobin] cuddled close and laid his head between her breasts. “Alayne? Are you my mother now?” (Sansa, A Feast for Crows)

“Don’t be afraid, my sweet baby,” Lysa whispered. “Mother’s here, nothing will hurt you.” She opened her robe and drew out a pale, heavy breast, tipped with red. The boy grabbed for it eagerly, buried his face against her chest, and began to suck. Lysa stroked his hair. (Catelyn, A Game of Thrones)


One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. That just made her worse. (Sansa, A Clash of Kings)

“Watch for me, little cat,” her father would always tell her, when he rode off to court or fair or battle. And she would, standing patiently on the battlements of Riverrun as the waters of the Red Fork and the Tumblestone flowed by. He did not always come when he said he would, and days would ofttimes pass as Catelyn stood her vigil, peering out between crenels and through arrow loops until she caught a glimpse of Lord Hoster on his old brown gelding, trotting along the river-shore toward the landing. “Did you watch for me?” he’d ask when he bent to hug her. “Did you, little cat?” (Catelyn, A Clash of Kings)


“You are promised to Harrold Hardyng, sweetling, provided you can win his boyish heart … which should not be hard, for you.” (Alayne, A Feast for Crows)

Lysa’s match with Lord Arryn had been hastily arranged, and Jon was an old man even then, older than their father. An old man without an heir. His first two wives had left him childless, his brother’s son had been murdered with Brandon Stark in King’s Landing, his gallant cousin had died in the Battle of the Bells. He needed a young wife if House Arryn was to continue … a young wife known to be fertile. (Catelyn, A Storm of Swords)

anonymous asked:

Do you think Lysa felt sad after Catelyn's death? Her mourning doesn't seem very genuine.

No, I don’t think Lysa was very sad after Catelyn was murdered.

Tears welled suddenly in Lady Lysa’s eyes. “We are women alone now, you and I. Are you afraid, child? Be brave. I would never turn away Cat’s daughter.”

- Sansa VI, ASoS

I think those tears are genuine, but I don’t think they have much to do with Catelyn’s death. I do think she empathises with Sansa’s situation, thanks to her own, but Sansa is also clearly a distant third priority at best, the top two slots taken up by Littlefinger and Sweetrobin.

Lysa’s inordinate focus on her son and the reasons for this are introduced shortly before she herself is:

“The Lysa who came back from King’s Landing is not the same girl who went south when her husband was named Hand. Those years were hard for her. You must know. Lord Arryn was a dutiful husband, but their marriage was made from politics, not passion.”

“As was my own.”

“They began the same, but your ending has been happier than your sister’s. Two babes stillborn, twice as many miscarriages, Lord Arryn’s death…Catelyn, the gods gave Lysa only the one child, and he is all your sister lives for now, poor boy.”

- Catelyn VI, AGoT

This is not a complete picture, but Brynden Tully does outline that there’s been a drastic change in Lysa’s personality since she and Catelyn were close as girls, and that emotionally, she relies a great deal on her son’s presence. 

In ASoS we quickly start seeing the other influence on Lysa, and how that relates to Catelyn.

“I see it now,” the Lady Lysa said […]. “You look so much like Catelyn.”

“It is kind of you to say so.”

“It was not meant as flattery if truth be told, you look too much like Catelyn.”

- Sansa VI, ASoS

This is shortly followed by Lysa’s description of her sixteen-year-old self as “so lovely I put your mother to shame.” Catelyn was murdered not long before this conversation, and Lysa’s fixated on Catelyn’s appearance as an eighteen-year-old. Something is not right here.

“They all tried to take [Littlefinger] from me. My lord father, my husband, your mother…Catelyn most of all. She liked to kiss my Petyr too, oh yes she did.”

- Sansa VII, ASoS

At some point, Lysa stopped looking on Catelyn as a beloved sister, and started seeing only a romantic rival, bent on ‘stealing’ Littlefinger from her. Don’t forget her complicity in the plot that started this all, which again neatly shows her reliance on both Littlefinger and her son Robert:

“You told me to put the tears in Jon’s wine, and I did. For Robert, and for us! And I wrote Catelyn and told her the Lannisters had killed my lord husband, just as you said.”

- Sansa VII, ASoS

Using Jon Arryn’s plan to send Sweetrobin to be fostered at Dragonstone as a spur, Littlefinger convinced Lysa to murder her husband and endanger her sister. If Lysa was sad about that, it clearly came second to keeping her son with her and her connection with Littlefinger.

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I saw your post about dad kylo and my ovaries exploded so could you do a fanfic where reader and kylo have a son and kylo literally shows the baby off and the stormtroopers see him making faces at the baby when he thinks he's alone and cuddles please


Title: Starkiller… Baby?
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader.
Words: Total of 4 Drabbles, 1287.
Rating: K.

Early Birds.

“It’s your turn to feed the baby.” You had informed Kylo in a still sleepy voice, your eyes not even peeping open as he growled next to you. He was actually sleeping for once, instead of being plagued with nightmares, but that only lasted so long before the small bundle of a baby began crying in the crib beside the bed. He had fallen asleep in his clothing again, except for the large belt which he figured you took off when you came into the room(you were aware of how uncomfortable it was for him to sleep  in, for he had a tendency of falling asleep in his normal, layered clothing). His hair was a slight mess, and he struggled to move without waking you. Crawling over your body ever so gently, his plump lips pressed the ghost of a kiss against your cheek before he was standing, his body aching and sore, screaming at him that this wasn’t a decent hour to be awake.

Clearing his throat, he looked down at the crib, tracing the outline before bending down and cupping the small baby slowly and carefully. His movement was awkward, he hadn’t done much holding since he was born, and yet, something about the entire situation, having a child with you and allowing himself to be a the father he wish he had, seemed natural. He squirmed slightly in Kylo’s arm for a moment, the tall man reaching back and holding him securely. It was a strange thing to think about, he thought as he opened the door and began towards the kitchen area with the baby bag in tote. Babies are small, and so weak, but yet, they have more life in them than anything else. The baby’s cries had stopped the moment Kylo touched them, and now, he opted to stare up at the dark haired man with big eyes of curiosity.

His eyes were brown, much like Kylo’s and his hair was nothing but a swirl of dark, ebony curls. To say the baby looked like his father would very much be the truth, but he held your expressions, emotions and a lot of your personality traits, and Kylo deducted that it was because you spent much more time with the baby than he had. That thought seemed uneasy in his mind as he sat the bag down onto the table, looking at his child with deep, tired eyes. “I feel like you know when it’s me who’s going to feed you,” He spoke slowly, “You never wake up this early with your mother.” His voice whined momentarily, his hands cradling the baby as he began preparing a bottle, “Just something I noticed.” Kylo murmured. “You let her sleep for two hours more than me, how unfair.”


Stormtroopers had seen many things in their lives. Some more horrific than others, some more long and strenuous than others. But, walking down a corridor on Starkiller Base during a routinely round of the facility, holding their blasters close to their body, they never expected to hear, let alone, see the infamous tantrum king relaxed, holding a swaddle of a baby. They were wrapped in snug blue blankets, a pacifier in their mouth as they intently listened to Ren babble. his tall, slender and darkly clothed body seemed out of place in the well lit room, and it seemed strange seeing such a man as Ren, one who was notorious for spews of anger and hatred, to be holding  such a small, fragile thing. The Stormtrooper on the right looked over at the other, and without any conscious thought, they remained silent and where they were, peeping through the semi-opened door to watch.

“Mommy went to go get you food,” He said in a baby voice and lifted his child up in his arms, who reacted by lifting their hands and grasping a lock of his thick hair. He jolted, remaining still as the ba “oh, yes she did.” He let go, allowing Kylo to lifted his head once more and press a warm kiss to the tip of his baby’s nose,  “She went to get you some numnums.” They seemed to understand the concept of what Kylo Ren liked to call ‘numnums’ for he made a small mewl of excitement.

The Stormtrooper to the left of the door looked up at his comrade, “This is weird. Should we report to General Hux that Ren refers to food as ‘numnums’ and speaks in a baby voice?”

It took a second of thought before he got a reply, “Affirmative.”


“What do you mean the bloody droid got away?” General Hux said to Kylo, his icy eyes glaring intently. “How do you lose such a droid?” his voice was sharp and unplayful. “Supreme leader Snoke is not going to be happy with this news, Ren.” In that moment, the taller male wanted to tell him that he was particularly happy about it either, but refrained when Kylo remembered the equipment he’d recently destroyed and opted to keep that away from the already angered General.

Kylo’s jaw clenched under his helmet, his right hand being preoccupied to the baby that was strapped to his chest, nibbling at his covered fingers while looking at Hux with large, rounded eyes. “He will understand.” Kylo replied simply, watching as Hux’s gaze dropped to the baby boy, who was smiling at the General.

“Why do you insist on toting that thing around?” Hux asked.

“That thing is my child,” Kylo snarled momentarily, “and yes, to get the attention from lowlifes such as you, I will continue to tote him around.” That was a lie, and Hux figured so. You were out on a mission, and without any proper time to find a suitable Stormtrooper to watch the baby, you to Kylo to look after him.

Hux opened his mouth to speak, but his action was cut short with the dark haired child began babbling, “Ba!” Kylo smirked slightly, “BABABABBBBing flov. Doutlop bada.”

Raising his eyebrows, General Hux chuckled ever so slightly, “He can stay. Got to say, that child has better ideas than you, Ren.”

The Force.

With the baby propped up by a half ring pillow, Kylo looked down at him as he showed particular interest in the helmet sitting between them. Small fingers cupped the metallic part of the helmet, tracing the lines before dropping. Giving his father a cheeky grin, the 7 month old babbled something that Kylo couldn’t understand, but he nodded in agreement regardless, “Tell me about it.” He replied, letting his dark eyes flicker to you, folding a pair of dark black pants.

“He’s starting to talk more,” You told Kylo, chuckling as you did, “He gives me a lot of sass. Especially when it’s lunch time.”

Biting his bottom lip slowly, Kylo looked back at the baby you and he created and began speaking to you gently, “The force is strong in my Family, (Name)…” This, you were already aware of. “Our child…”

“Most likely has it as well.” You whispered quietly, setting the shirt you were folding down and making your way to him. “I’ve thought about that a lot as well,” Your voice was quiet as you admitted such a thing, standing next to your lover and letting your fingers dive through his thick hair, “Kylo… Promise me something.” He didn’t move as you continued, “You must let him make his own choices. Do not force him one way or another. Do not force him to the Darkness, but don’t push him towards the light. Let him find his way, like you have.”

“Of course.” He replied and looked down at the baby who was still entranced by Kylo’s helmet. “I intend… (Name)… On being the father that I wish I had…”

KaraMel Fanfic #18

Title: Someone Who Depends On Him

Prompt: Kara struggles with explaining what a mistletoe is to Mon-El.

Also posted on AO3.

Note: It’s exam week and finals are coming up shortly after that, I need to study, she think as she starts writing another fanfiction.

Kara felt dizzy as she stared at the little, green and red plant in Mon-El’s hand, her heart hammering in her chest as she failed to find an answer to Mon-El’s seemingly innocent question: “So, what are these for?”

Mistletoe, her brain thought, as if it was replaying a record. It’s a plant you hang in Christmas for good luck, and there’s a tradition in which people kiss under it. She knew she ought to say something similar, or at least tell him about the good luck part, but her tongue was tied and the not-so logical part of her brain was freaking out, telling her to just lie, run away, pretend she never heard the question, or laugh it off. So she was frozen, not being able to do anything except just standing there.

Mon-El knitted his brows as he ducked his chin to look at Kara’s eyes. “Kara?” he asked, “are you okay?” Trying to snap out of her stupor, Kara blinked several times before lifting her chin, finding herself eye-to-eye with Mon-El. Air left her lungs as her already fluttering heart tripled its beat, her cheeks flushed and she suddenly wanted to just forget everything and fling herself on him, pressing her lips on his. She’d wanted it for some time now, but she’d managed to repress it before when the possibility wasn’t…staring at her right in the face.

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Stiles: “See, that’s my girl!” 
Scott: “Did she really just save us?”
Stiles: “Oh yes! Yes, she did.”

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