-Oh hello, I’m Bruce Wayne, I never have fun because I’m the dark knight, and someone dark cannot smile, like ever, and…
-Are you done ?
-Honey, I’m just warming up.
For the past ten minutes, you had annoyed your husband by (very badly) imitating his voice and just stating all of his flaws (mind you, you thought he didn’t actually have many). You accentuated your annoying behavior by tapping regularly with your fingers on the counter of his bat computer, while he was trying to concentrate. It wasn’t just because you wanted to annoy him that you did it though, he totally deserved everything. He was refusing to accept that he was wrong, and you were right, and it bothered you because that happened way too many times. He hated being wrong. You knew it, this time his stubbornness just annoyed the Hell out of you.
-But I can stop if you…admit you were super jealous.
-I wasn’t jealous Y/N. At all. Why would I be jealous of a guys like that ?
-Mmmm…Because I used to be in love with him and that he’s very attractive and successful ? Funny and smart ?
He refused to look at you, but you saw quite distinctly his jaw clenching. You smiled, oh this was gonna be fun.
Request: Hi it’s me again I just had the cutest idea ever!! Could you to a middle school au where the reader has a crush on TJeffs and the reader puts a note in his locker and loses his cool over it?? I think this is cute af and I think you could do it really well thx luv you!!
Summary: After a family meeting, the boys tease Tommy about marriage. Aunt Polly predicts he’ll find Mrs. Thomas Shelby soon.
Word Count: 2678
Warnings: Smut and cursing.
A/N: I honestly hope you guys enjoy this random idea that kept me up until 4 A.M.
The Shelby family remained lounging in the wager room after
a family meeting. You sat on the stairs below Ada, who was plaiting a braid
into your hair. You considered yourself fortunate that the family thought so
highly of you. You were neither related through blood nor marriage, but they’d
kept you close nonetheless.
Polly had been worried about the recent deals Tommy had been
making. She’d done some digging with the help of Ada and the Londoners could
not be trusted. You’d only mildly helped by pretending to be a flapper girl
interested in a couple of “businessmen”. You were entirely too good at
The family meeting turned into quips. John had begged the
point no one else could have gone undercover except for you because all the
other girls were married women; all except Ada, but John claimed she was still
a grieving widow.
Arthur took a stab at Tommy’s love life. He claimed he’d
never find a woman at the rate he was aging.
“It’s not his age,” Ada roused from the stairwell,” it’s his
Laughter bellowed from everyone but Tommy, who was eyeing
you with a look that didn’t forebode well with you. However, you’d never had
trouble staring danger in the face. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth
and you turned your eyes away.
“Is it because you can’t get a girl off, Tommy?” John
prodded him. “Or is it too small?” He grabbed at his junk. Ada and you groaned.
Polly slapped John,” Shut it, John. Your brother will find a
wife in due time.” She glanced over at you, which caused you to look down at
the floorboards. “Won’t you?”
Tommy didn’t even flinch. Arthur piped up before Tommy could
reply,” She’s gotta have something no other woman has.”
“What, like three tits?” John leaned in. Esme seemed
unamused from her seat next to John. You couldn’t help but laugh. Laughs were
not in short supply around the family.
“That was completely out of line, Sherlock!” John yelled. Sherlock had felt the tension from the moment he deduced at the crime scene and all the way home. He had had a bad day, so his deductions were rather scathing. He’d thrown insult after insult at everyone, and, mistakingly, at John. He hadn’t meant to, but he was just there.
“John, I -”
“No, Sherlock! You’re done talking. What you said to everyone - to me - no. I don’t have to take this shit anymore.”
“Yes, Sherlock. I’m leaving.”
“Come now, John, I’m so-”
“No you’re not. When are you ever sorry for anything?”
Sherlock flinched as if slapped. “John…”
In the heat of his rage, John turned from facing the kitchen and shoved Sherlock to the ground. Sherlock looked up at John, fear evident in his eyes.
“John, please -”
“I said you’re done talking, dammit!” John hissed.
Sherlock looked away, refusing to let his tears fall.
John is leaving. John is leaving him. John is leaving because of him.
“Please stay,” Sherlock whispered. “I - I need you.”
“They’re right you know,” John mumbled. “I always tried to defend you when they talked, but they’re right. You’re nothing but a -”
“Freak,” Sherlock’s voice croaked. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe.
The one thing he always loved John for is that he never found him to be anything other than extraordinary. But now … Now it hurts.
“I’m going to pack my things, and I’m leaving. For good. I just - I can’t take this anymore, Sherlock. Don’t come looking for me, don’t tell Mycroft to do surveillance, just don’t try to contact me. I’ve had enough.”
John trudged upstairs, leaving Sherlock to sob on the living room floor.
He’d really done it now. He’d messed up the only good thing in his life, and now he could never get it back.
Sherlock wiped his face and brought his hand to his left trouser pocket, pulling out a black box. He stared at it for a while until he couldn’t anymore and threw it across the room. He wrapped his arms around himself and let the tears fall freely. At the sound of the front door slamming shut, he lay down and curled into a fetal position as he silently cried out his sorrows.
Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,861 Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.Miss the beginning?GIF credit [x][x][x][x]
“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”
Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”
James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”
Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”
Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”
“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.
Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”
There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.
“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.
James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”
He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.
Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.
“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.