and here you finally have my real face

The funniest thing to me is that moment in a show when a character has just died in some tragic way, and it’s just like the saddest thing ever and everyone is bawling

Then you go backstage and they’re just sitting there scrolling through their phone because now they have nothing to do for the rest of Act 2

RFA coming home to an MC who woke up panicking/ crying from a nightmare and didn’t know that they left while she was asleep??

Time to pour all of my inner angst into this


Yoosung:

  • It felt so surreal
  • It felt so…terrifying
  • You saw everything so vividly
  • There he was, the damn hacker from several months ago, holding Yoosung within his grasp and in the other hand, a knife
  • “Maybe I’ll take both this time…” he manically laughed at you with that same twisted grin on his face
  • And with that, you were forced to witness the knife raise to blind your lover, one eye at a time
  • You were forced to hear the deafening pleads for you to save him, and yet you never moved
  • Right before the knife touched the second eye to be blinded, your body jolted up to wake you from your nightmare
  • In the panic, your mind hasn’t yet registered that in this reality, Yoosung was fine
  • “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” fell shakily from your lips over and over
  • Realizing that Yoosung was gone, you cried out for him
  • But nobody came
  • It was only a few minutes later that you hear a door closing and frantic footsteps going towards the sobbing noises
  • Yoosung immediately laid you back down and held you tight in his arms
  • “You’re okay,” you sobbed into his neck, “You’re okay.”
  • “Everything’s alright, I’m here, MC, I’m here,” he soothed
  • Needless to say, neither of you were leaving the bed anytime soon

Jaehee:

  • The events played out just like when you were crushing on Jaehee and it felt so, so real, it was like reliving the memories
  • You have been Jaehee’s bestfriend and closest friend this whole time, and it was the night where you finally decided to confess how you felt to her
  • The confession was said word for word just like you did before
  • But your face fell when you saw her discomforted look
  • “I’m sorry, MC, it’s just…I don’t like you in that way, I thought you wanted to be my friend,” her eyes fell to her feet as she awkwardly shuffled, “I think it’s best if we stopped seeing eachother outside of RFA business.” and with that, she walked away
  • Did…she think that you were her friend just because you wanted to get with her?
  • You would have been fine with just being her friend, but she thought that that wasn’t all you wanted from her
  • And now she’s gone
  • Your eyes snapped open, but you didn’t have the energy to sit up, so you pulled the blanket over your head and cried
  • Time passed and the bedroom door opened to the sound of a concerned voice, “MC, are you on here?”
  • Your crying was a clear indication and she sat down on the bed with you
  • Mama Baehee scooped you into her arms and rocked you slowly, hushing you, and soothing your fears away

Zen:

  • Your worst fear was coming true
  • Zen had finally risen to stardom, but that wasn’t the bad thing per se
  • His ego rose as he forgot about you more and more, and eventually he sat you down for a talk
  • “You’ve changed, MC…I don’t think you can give me what I want anymore.”
  • You froze, tears bubbling up in your eyes as he continued, “I just…don’t think I love you anymore.”
  • Upon saying that as if it were nothing, you felt a very sharp jolt of pain sting your heart and it hurt so, so badly
  • Immediately you bolted awake and fell off of the couch, onto the floor, and proceeded to cry 
  • The deafening voice in your mind tried telling you otherwise
    ‘Zen wouldn’t do this, Zen wouldn’t do this, Zen wouldn’t do this’
  • Of course he did, that’s why he’s gone, right?
  • When the front door closed shut to the sound of Zen calling out, “Babe~ I’m home~”, he immediately noticed the strained whimpers and your curled up form on the floor
  • He wasted no time dropping his things to hurriedly hold you, “Did someone hurt you?”, his tone of voice was on the verge of sounding angry
  • “N-no,” you managed to whisper, “Just a bad dream…a really bad dream. I dreamt that you didn’t love me anymore…”
  • Once the tears began bubbling up again, he cradled you into his lap and pressed kisses everywhere from your neck to your forehead
  • “I’ll never stop loving you, princess,” he softly said before finally pressing a gentle kiss upon your lips
  • And before you knew it, a quiet song was lulling you back into a more peaceful slumber

Jumin:

  • “We’re sorry to inform you that the plane that Mr. Han was on has crashed. Our condolences for your loss.”
  • You said nothing, obviously still in shock
  • This…this wasn’t real, this can’t be happening
  • Jumin always paid for the safest and most luxurious flights, how could the engine have malfunctioned? There was…no way he was dead. He said he would come home. He wouldn’t lie to you. Jumin always came back.
  • Jumin always came back
  • Your hand, pale from clenching onto your phone so hard, was thrown harshly against the wall across the room along with a loud scream from you, the device now donning cracks all over the screen
  • Loud scream crying echoed through the empty house and your knees gave out under you
  • Even with Elizabeth cuddling up in your lap, the penthouse still felt far too empty without him
  • Suddenly you were jolted upward, heavily panting and tears still running down your face
  • The first thing you noticed was the lack of a body next to you on the bed, and your loud sobbing resumed 
  • A loud thud came from another room, and a disheveled looking Jumin barged into the room, “What happened?!” judging where the thud came from, he must’ve been in his office
  • You quietly uttered ‘nightmare’ and that was all he needed to hear before slipping into bed next to you
  • His arms wrapped tightly around you and the sound of his beating heart were all you needed to feel to know that he was still there with you

707:

  • Nightmares came often to you
  • They were really about anything that could traumatize you
  • Today’s nightmare looped you back when Saeyoung was pushing you away, but instead of eventually softening up, it got worse
  • He constantly ignored you, snapping at you more often and more harshly compared to what happened in reality
  • Your stubbornness would not relent, having you stand there and take whatever words he threw at you
  • It wasn’t until phrases like, “I never cared about you!”, “You’re a waste of time.”, “I’ll never love someone like you.” started spewing out of his mouth
  • “Why am I even bothering with you?”
  • You sobbed as Saeyoung gave up, packing his things early and leaving out the door without so much as a single word
  • It was like a timeskip had happened when you woke up in bed and realized that Saeyoung wasn’t there
  • He left you
  • You began to cry once again, body shaking furiously and air becoming very difficult to breathe
  • It seemed like an eternity had passed when the bedroom door was nearly dehinged by a frantic looking Saeyoung
  • His eyes landed on your panicked form and immediately enveloped himself around you, as if he was a shell of protection
  • You were barely able to form words, but he knew that another bad nightmare had plagued you
  • “Shhhh…I’m never going to leave you, I love you, you hear me? I love you so, so much.”

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I hate you, now fuck me

How Until My Feet Bleed by @kazliin Should Have Ended

Part of him still couldn’t believe that Yuuri was finally here with him, that this was real and not just another dream….

Digging one of his hands into the skin of Viktor’s back… slowly taking him apart, Yuuri looked at him, face flushed and staring at Viktor with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

“I hate you.” Yuuri breathed and his eyes held none of the warmth or joy that Viktor had been feeling just seconds before. “Now fuck me.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut and Viktor felt his fingers still in shock, the words so unexpected and unexpectedly painful that every muscle in his body froze and locked in place….

“What?!”

Victor snapped back, the rush hitting him like he was slamming back down on the ice again. To hear those words spoken outloud was a slap to the face and a plunge off a cliff, straight down the sheer rock face of confusion. Because the last time he was in a hotel room with Yuuri, he had been hearing softly muttered confessions imitating affection, and the sharp twist of reality was too much to ignore.

The chill in Yuuri’s eyes melted at Victor’s outburst, honey brown widening in betrayal of his shock. Whatever haze of lust and alcohol fleeted from them in stark reaction, and Yuuri seemed as frozen as Victor, except for his fingers trembling, curled into the bedsheets.

One breath take in an attempt to calm the mix of emotions threatening to spill forth, and Victor permitted it all burst forward despite himself. “Why are you even here then?”

Just like that, Victor saw all the confidence drain from Yuuri’s face, leaving him pale and then scrambling for shoved aside bedding to cover himself. Victor didn’t bother.

“Yuuri, I don’t-…” Years of questions leapt through every part of his mind, brawling to be the first to fall from his tongue just so he could finally hope to grasp at a single note of understanding. The most and least simple being, “why?”

If emotions and confusion, insistent need to understand were at battle inside himself, it looked like a war was raging through Yuuri. His gaze locked with Victor’s and yet he still looked torn between wanting to cling to it and to flee, clutching at the bedsheets which he brought up to cover himself, suddenly modest. “Why what?”

The tremor in his voice was all that Victor needed. “Why do you… I don’t get you, Yuuri! What the hell did I do to merit you dancing with me one moment and telling me you hate me as you try to sleep with me the next?”

A heartbeat passed. Then two.

Yuuri opened his mouth, no words coming forth, and then shut it. His eyebrows arched high into bangs messed from the heated lead up, and then his expression fell. And hardened. His red, swollen lips pursed into a thin line, and those gorgeous eyes narrowed. It almost startled Victor, to recognize in that moment the contempt he had often seen directed at him when on the podium.

“This! Exactly this!” Yuuri snapped, dropping the bedsheet as he leaned forward, closing the distance Victor placed between them. “The fact that you don’t even care enough to remember!”

“Remember what?!” Every memory of his interaction with Yuuri flashed by, but none of them could account for hate, at least not in Victor’s mind. “What I said to you in the bathroom that one time? That was–”

“No! Before that! You were my idol, Victor, and you broke my heart!”

Before that… Desperately, Victor searched every shred of memory, every hint of an interaction with Yuuri that he had treasured no matter how tense or distant, but there was nothing. “What, Yuuri, I would never–”

“You did!” Yuuri’s words cut in and Victor let him, watching the flush of arousal on Yuuri’s skin turn to one of anger and irritation instead. “I worshipped you and you insulted me. You belittled me. I was just a kid…” Yuuri inhaled a shaky breath and the dam broke. “I went to see you, when you skated your last Junior season. I got tickets as a birthday present, because I wanted nothing more than to see you skate. And after you won, I… I waited outside for you, to get your autograph. And I met you.”

It wasn’t ice in Yuuri’s eyes anymore. It wasn’t fire. It was what Victor had felt so close to, so many times himself, could recognize instantly. Defeat.

“You… you broke my heart, Victor, when I met you…”

Broken did not seem to be enough. Victor shattered, cascading into shards that littered the cold floor beside them. “I… I don’t remember.”

“Of course you don’t. I was just one fan. And you have so many. Why should you?”

He should have. Why didn’t he. “But Yuuri, it’s you. How could I not remember you?” Why would he though. Yuuri was right. He would have just been another face in the crowd. Yet Victor felt like he should. Of all the faces, of people, he should have remembered Yuuri. What had he even said.

“You didn’t. You… I just-… how many other hearts did you break, Victor? How many other dreams did you step on? Or did you forget all of those too?”

The shards fragmented. Stepped on and crushed by each syllable being confessed. He had met Yuuri, broken his heart, and couldn’t even recall how. Couldn’t even begin to guess. “Yuuri, I’m sorry-”

“Whatever,” Yuuri sighed, then shoved off the bed, but Victor reached over and grabbed his hand before Yuuri could grab his clothes off the floor, grateful for when Yuuri stopped and did not jerk away.

“Yuuri, don’t please…” He needed to understand. He would not be content to leave it at that. “You… at the Olympics, you got drunk… you told me that you liked me. Or that you liked my hair, and my eyes. So I know you can’t hate me. Not completely. And Yuuri, I don’t hate you. Please, I just need to understand, so that if I need to spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, I can mean it. So please tell me. Help me remember. Or at least, help me understand.”

Conflict writ itself in bold across Yuuri’s face, but the tension in his shoulders softened and the pull of his wrist in Victor’s hand ebbed away. The digital clock display on the hotel bedstand switched minutes, and Yuuri pulled at his lower lip with his teeth, then nodded. “Okay but… let me put something on first?”

There was a blush tinting Yuuri’s cheeks, softening him into a vision Victor had only seen in Phichit’s photos before, of a delicate Yuuri that Victor had never been permitted to see in the flesh before now. His chest felt too small for his heart as it swelled with the affection Victor had already been so bad at containing.

Without the briefest moment of hesitation, Victor rushed to the corner of the room, grabbing one of his shirts from closet since he had now regrettably torn Yuuri’s. He draped it across Yuuri’s shoulders with a gentleness that Yuuri did not seem to believe.

“I think we probably have a lot to talk about.” Victor tried to smile and felt it bloom into a real one when Yuuri scoffed, a thread of amusement and understatement so clearly wrapped around it.

“Yeah… I think… we really do.”


(The moral of the story: communication can happen, if you behave like a good person and put your dick away for just a hot second)

Can I keep you? Pt. 1

(A/N) I decided it’s time to post this thingy! I hope you enjoy it and if you want to be tagged, let me know! This is also going to be a multi chapter fic and will be posted on thursday! I hope I didn’t just jinx us! *fingers crossed*

Summary:
Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Original: here

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Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Tip from my side: if your dad, mum or any other relative is a super hero, especially if he is a part of the Avengers, never forget that! I did, and that lead to me standing in the living room of my adoptive father, Tony, and having various weapons pointed at me.
You see, I’m currently having troubles at my college and decided to take a break and visit my father, completely forgetting that he is Iron Man and that the ‘Stark Tower’ was transformed into the ‘Avengers Tower’ and that said Avengers, are now living there.
“Who are you?” Natasha Romanoff, Russian Agent, rough childhood. She pointed one of her guns at my head and I had no doubt that she could blow my head off.
“(Y/N) Stark. Starks daughter? Well adoptive daughter. Where is he anyway?” The way the others looked at me was really amusing. Only one of them, who I guessed was Loki, looked rather bored. He didn’t even bother to stand up and point anything at me.
“Miss (Y/N), should I inform your father of your presence?” Ah, how I missed Jarvis. Before I went to college, as lonely as it sounds, he was my only friend. “No thanks Jarvis. I will tell him myself, but where exactly is he?” “Right here.” I turned around and saw my father standing there, with his arms outstretched, ready for a hug. And a hug he received.
“I missed you Dad.” I buried my face in his neck. “I missed you too kiddo.” He squeezed me harder against him, kissing my scalp.
“I see you already met the others. This is Thor, Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Clint and behind them on the couch is Loki.” He pointed at each one, but as soon as he mentioned Loki, a snarl took over his face.
“You do know that I have a TV at the college. I know who they are. All of them.” I laughed and the other lowered their weapons.
“So Tony, you never told us you had a daughter, and such a gorgeous one too.” Thor smirked and bowed his head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady (Y/N).” He took my hand and gently kissed my knuckles. “So, how’s your brother complex going Thor?” Loki, tried to hide a laugh, at which he clearly failed. Thor, on the other hand, looked at me with wide eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks. “What?” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“Is my room still available?” Tony nodded and I grabbed my bags, making my way to the elevator.
As soon as I was, what the others thought, out of earshot, they began asking tony questions. Even though, it was mostly Thor asking what I meant with ‘brother complex’.
No one noticed the handsome god making his way to the elevator too.
“So you are Starks little princess.” He didn’t look at me, just stared at the elevator doors.
“I’m neither little nor a princess. I’m his adopted daughter. I guess we have something in common.” I smirked at him. Before he could talk again, the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
“Excuse me.” I walked out and smirked to myself, picturing his face.

Finally in my room, I noticed one problem. The last time I’ve been here, I apparently still had my ‘pink phase’. My walls were pink and so was my most of my furniture. That was a real problem.
“Jarvis. Where is the next interior centre? Oh and I need some new clothes and a new wallpaper. This one won’t do.” I left my bag on the floor and exited the room again.
“Anything else, Miss (Y/N)?” Jarvis artificial voice inquired. “Yes, I need my father’s credit card and a car. Send the location of the store to my phone, would you?”
“The location is send. And I think your father’s (F/C) would be to your liking.” My phone buzzed and I had the location.
“I think so too Jarvis. The keys are still where they always are?” Jarvis answered with a polite ‘Yes Miss’ and I took the elevator up to the living room again.
“Hey sweet pea, do you need anything?” Tony sat with the others, drink in hand.
“Yes, your credit card.” I shot the others a tight lipped smile, looking back at my father. “What for?” He stood up and got his wallet out of his jeans pocket.
“Have you seen my room? It’s pink.” He laughed and passed it to me. “Need any help?” “I’ll let Jarvis let you know when I’m back so you can help carry most of the stuff to my room. And maybe we can fix it together.” He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “Of course kiddo.”

After my shopping trip, I drove back to the Avengers Tower, telling Jarvis to let my father know of my return. The answer wasn’t really what I hoped for.
“Your father asked me to tell you that they had to go on a mission. He is sorry Miss (Y/N).” Jarvis’s voice followed me to the elevator. Biting my tounge, I shook my head.
“I know Jarvis, I know.” I moved the wallpaper and everything I needed to remove my old wallpaper to the elevator. The new floor I chose, was too heavy, so I had to wait for my father’s return anyway.
I brought all the stuff to my room, but immediately lost my interest in redecorating it.
It was almost lunch time anyway, so I decided to go to the kitchen and cook something for myself.
I didn’t expect Loki to be sitting in the living room, reading.
“I thought you were out on a mission.” I checked the fridge and cupboards, deciding what I should cook. “Well, they never take me with them. Not that I’m complaining.” Loki didn’t look up from his book, but his voice was softer than I expected.
“Know how that feels. Want something to eat?” I leaned against the kitchen counter, looking at the Trickster God. “Deepens on what you’re cooking.” “I thought about Carbonara.” I took everything I needed out of the fridge and the cupboards, laying it out before me.
“What is that?” Loki quietly came up behind me, surprising me. “God, Loki! Warn me the next time you sneak up on me!” I looked at him with wide eyes, but he just grinned.
“There would be no fun if I did that, pet.” He looked over my shoulder at the ingredients, still grinning. “Don’t get used to the nickname Loki. My name is (Y/N) and you’ll call me exactly that.”
He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, but nodded.
“So, do you want some, or not?” I looked at him and put my hands against his chest, trying to get a little distance between me and the god.
“Why not?” He went back to the couch, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
I was in the middle of cooking when my phone buzzed.
“Hey dad. How’s the mission going?” I put the phone between my right ear and shoulder and continued to stir the pasta.
“Just fine honey! You fucking-! Sorry, I just wanted to -Oh come on!- check if everything’s okay -Asshole!- over there.” He was still in his suite, fighting against whatever.
“Everything’s perfect. Call me again when you’re finished. Love you.” I hung up before he could answer, taking my phone and putting it back on the counter.
“Miss (Y/N), I am supposed to tell you that your father loves you too.” “Thanks Jarvis.”
Deciding the pasta was ready, I put a sieve into the sink and lifted the pot. I was just sieving the pasta when Loki appeared behind me again, affectively scaring me. I let go of the pot and the hot water splashed onto my hands.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I fell to the floor, pressing my hands to my chest. Loki, looked worried for once.
“Where does it hurt?” He put his hands out, waiting for me to put mine into his.
“Stay away you creep! God!” Huffing he took my hands and the pain almost immediately lessened. Loki closed his eyes and focused, his hands becoming colder by the second.
And there was something else. His hands turned blue and some sort of pattern appeared on his skin. Slowly, his whole body, at least everything I could see, became blue and had the same pattern. The next time he opened his eyes, they were blood red. But that wasn’t it, there were also so many emotions in them. Fear, insecurity, shame. All those emotions were behind those eyes that looked at me pleadingly. Pleading that I don’t throw him away like so many others did.
I took my hands out of his and a new emotion appeared, hurt. Seeing this, I immediately put my left hand back in his. With my right, I touched his cheek. It was as cold as ice but I didn’t pull back. I couldn’t. All the emotions were gone, replaced by confusion and happiness.
“You’re not scared?” After a few minutes of silence he spoke up. “Why should I? You’re beautiful.” He huffed and pulled back. Before I could say something he vanished into thin air, leaving me alone on the kitchen floor.

I sat there for about ten minutes, until Jarvis asked if I was alright. After telling him that everything was fine and he mustn’t tell my father about what just happened, I finished cooking. As soon as I was done eating, I filled a plate and brought it to Loki’s room. It was the first time I noticed that his room was on the same floor as mine.
I knocked on the door and waited for a response, which never came. So I slowly opened the door and looked inside. The room was in green and gold, there were also a big bed and a very comfortable looking reading chair. The walls were lined with bookshelves the reached the ceiling.
“What do you want?” His voice as sharp as the knife he was playing with in bed.
“I just brought you something to eat. If you still want it.” I walked inside the room and put the plate down on his nightstand. “Well, if you’re in a better mood, I could use your help. My room is just down the hall, last one on the right. See you!” I was just about to leave the room when he grabbed my left hand.
“How are your hands?” He inspected it carefully, but didn’t find anything, so he let go again. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll be more careful from now on.” He looked me in the eyes and I knew, even though he was the God of Mischief, his words were true. So I nodded and left his room, getting ready to work on my room.

It took me a few hours, but I managed to break down all my furniture. Now I remembered why I asked my father to help me. It took a while to get all the stuff out of my room, but somehow, I did it. I brought it downstairs into the garage, leaving it there for the moment.
Taking the elevator, I went back up again.
“Jarvis, put on some music. This will take a while.”
Dancing to ‘Back in Black’ from AC DC, I began to scrape the wallpaper down. Even though Tony wasn’t my biological father, we had a lot in common. We liked the same music, were intelligent and loved building things. He had his suit and I had my hover board. I only used it on the large campus, what can I say? I’m too lazy to walk all the time and it’s a lot faster.
It took me some time to convince the University council to allow me to use it, but it’s definitely a pro to be Tony Stark’s daughter. And I never broke something.
Well…except for the time one of the other students ran in my way. And the time the board had a malfunction. Oh, and the time…! Let’s not dwell on the past…right?
Either way. We had enough in common for him to be my real father. The only thing that wouldn’t fit, is that he actually wanted me. Sure, I was the one that practically begged him to adopt me, but he still chose me.
Being absorbed in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the handsome god entering my room.
“Midgard to (Y/N)?” He tapped my shoulder, making me spin around and threaten him with my spatula.
“Loki! What did you say about not surprising me?!” I took the spatula down and looked at him with wide eyes. “I tried to warn you, but you didn’t react.” Huffing I turned around and continued scrapping at the wall.
“Do you need to get that down?” He stood in the middle of my room, looking around.
“Yup. All four walls need to be bare.” I could barely finish before Loki snipped his fingers and the walls were naked.
“Can you also put those up on the wall?” I pointed at the wallpaper rolls, lying on the floor.
Snipping again, my walls were covered in the wallpaper and the rolls were gone.
“My ceiling should look like a sky full of stars.” I grinned at the men-I mean god, in front of me and he smirked. This time, he moved his hands around and a few seconds later, my ceiling was covered in blinking stars.
“Wow.” I looked around my room, more than happy with the result. “I thought they took all your magic?” He smirked at me. “They took enough from me so I can’t escape. But I can still teleport inside this place and I can use a little magic. Enough to help you redecorate your room.”
“Perfect! Come with me!” Taking his hand, I pulled him to the elevator and to the garage, where my new floor still waited.
“By the way, what is a ‘creep’?” Loki looked at me, confusion written all over his face. We were standing in the elevator, going down.
I couldn’t supress a snicker. “A person that kind of scares you, but…more like…I don’t even know. Google it.” “Google?” Face palming myself, I stepped out of the elevator, walking to the pyramid of floorboards.
“This needs to go up into my room.” Nodding, he snipped again and the pyramid vanished.
“Can I keep you?” I took his hand again and pulled him to the elevator. Instead of answering my, very serious question, he chuckled and followed me.
Upstairs he changed the floor for me and asked me if I needed anything else.
“Well…a bed would be nice. But all the shops are closed by now. Your magic is not enough to teleport things from a magazine or the internet into this room, is it?”
Loki shook his head.
“You can sleep in your father’s bed. His other half isn’t here right now.”
“Yuck no! I don’t want to know how many times the both of them had sex in there!” Chuckling at my response he walked out of my room.
“Wait! Can I sleep at yours tonight?” I leaned out the door, watching his back.
“Who says I don’t masturbate?”
“You probably do, but you’re not my father! That only makes it half as gross.”
“Be my guest!” He entered his room, leaving me grinning at the door to my room.
This is definitely going to be fun.

The feeling when the most glorious person you’ve ever met comes to your shop in the middle of the night and starts complimenting your arcane skills non-stop, but Asra hid the damn tarot cards and so you have to stand there red-faced and internally screaming.

Introducing my Arcana apprentice Ulthea (I like to recycle names a lot) who has a lot of real-me-ness injected here and there, ‘cause I can’t stay neutral with mobile games.

Sherlock: a study in faces.

I had wanted to make this post a couple of weeks go but I got a thumb injury so typing was a real butt.  

During a Skype discussion, I was talking with a few people about the Sherlock “I Love You” scene.  While we were talking, someone mentioned that Sherlock’s face during that scene made them think of his face in The Great Game, when he has the revelation about the fake painting. 

Their point was that, when Sherlock is talking over the phone to Molly, he has several instances where his face seems as if it’s displaying a look of revelation.  Of course, they meant it felt like it in smaller ways, as he doesn’t make this very animated expression at all during the ILU scene.  In fact, his expressions remain very, very serious during the whole ordeal. That got me to thinking about some of the times we’ve seen Sherlock’s face when he’s “acting”  regarding his feelings.  

So many people here are still completely insistent that Sherlock was lying to Molly during Eurus’ test.  Everyone has pored over the scene, trying to analyze his facial expressions to prove that he was lying.  The above mention during that Skype call made me go back to some other key scenes where Sherlock WAS lying, and there’s some pretty interesting things to see.   

While on the call, I pulled up a few gifs of scenes that popped into the discussion.  First, off let’s look at the one below, which is such a fantastic example of Sherlock lying his butt off and faking the emotion we all fight over so much here: love.

We all know that in this scene, Sherlock is faking a proposal to Janine.  Sherlock tells John this, so John of course knows what he’s doing here.  In fact, John is there, just off to the side, steaming at how cruel this is of Sherlock.  What’s important to note here, is his face.  This is Sherlock “lying” about love in the most obvious fashion.  He has his full on acting game going.  He is exaggerating his happiness and even putting on a little bit of “look at my puppy eyes I’m too cute to say no to.”  This is the Land of B.S.

Next, I pulled up this gif from ASIB, when he’s standing on the front doorstep of Irene’s place:

While this has nothing to do with love, it is again one of the most memorable instances of Sherlock lying to get what he wants.  He is again overly animated, and generally trying his damnedest to get the person on the other side to believe his gratitude.  Sherlock tends to fall into the TryHard School of Acting when he’s manipulating people.

Next, here is Sherlock in TBB trying to convince the lady on the other end that he’s a resident in her building and that he’s locked himself out of the place. 

His face here.  There’s this German word that I love, backpfeifengesicht. It means “a face that cries out for a fist”.  In other words, he’s lying so hard here I want to punch him with my feeble girl mittens.  This is another example of prime lying Sherlock.  It’s worth noting that’s also talking to a female resident here, meaning he’s laying on his bullshit extra thick and creamy. Compare with his fake proposal above.  What a cheeseball.

To follow this one up, I’m going to put an image here of Sherlock lying to Molly to get what he wants.  This is pure lie here, he’s being a complete hippo shart by helicoptering his charm poo all over the place:

This is one of the most classic examples of Sherlock lying to Molly Hooper to, let me hear you say it class: Get what he wants!  I’m going to post a couple more from this scene because as much as it hurts me, it’s pertinent to the topic.

Notice his facefall in the gif version of this scene. He goes from super smiley, to flat.  Acting is the smile.  Truth is the fall of that smile.  Also the smaller gif, look at him talking to Molly just before that smile. Again, he’s very animated. He is playing a part.

Next is also a terrific example of Sherlock lying his nicely pressed pants off. This time it’s to Henry in THOB. This is just like the scene of he and Molly up there.  He’s faking being a nice, personable chap, then as soon as the person in front of him can’t see his face anymore, he shows his true colors (his true colors being Churlish Asshole® and Annoying Dick®).  

Doesn’t he look nice and animated though.  So incredibly smiley and giddy and oh-so-friendly you’d think he wanted to clean your granny’s house for her and walk her dog. No, it’s a lie.

Alright, now let’s look at some times when Sherlock is most definitely not lying, mostly to Molly Hooper since this post is about whether or not he was lying when he said “I Love You” to her.

To most Sherlolly shippers, this is like the first page of our holy book.  In this scene, so many people thought he was lying to Molly, faking his wet eyes, faking his fear.  Then, Steven Moffat said that no, he was absolutely sincere here. I don’t always believe Steven Moffat, but he had no reason at all not to be truthful about this scene’s nature. Note his face. The lack of animation, the lack of cornball smile or overly dramatic tears or gesticulation.  This scene is very serious to Sherlock, so he’s turned off all Jerk Mode and he’s just being real with Molly.

I want to also mention that, for contrast, Moffat did says that Sherlock’s tears on the roof of Bart’s were not sincere, as he was trying very much to convince John Watson that he was about to kill himself.  It was an act, and it had to be good, because his whole plan hinged on John believing that. I’m not saying this to hurt other shippers, I’m saying this to make a clear point. Sherlock looks and behaves in a very particular fashion when he has to ‘act’, regardless of the nature of the situation.  The rooftop scene was literally life or death. He had to put on the best performance of his life.

Next is this scene, where Sherlock takes Molly on a case with him.  There’s so many great shots, but here’s some good shots of Sherlock’s face during several intervals:

Note how much less animated Sherlock is.  All of these little moments, he is being genuine.  That smile he’s giving Molly just before he kisses her cheek, that’s a real smile.  As an artist, there’s little tells instructors teach you to watch out for in your work. If you’re going to paint a person smiling, make sure the smile is in the whole face for it to look real.  That’s what Sherlock’s got here. Put that face next to the one where they’re in the cafeteria where he’s giving her that fake stuff.  Totally different, especially if you know what to look for.

And finally, let’s get to my real point.  I could go on and find more examples but I don’t want this to get too long (also I have to go get dinner).  Here’s the scene where everyone thinks Sherlock is lying to Molly to get what he wants, or simply to save her life as Eurus is threatening to blow her up.

Look.  At.  His.  Face.  This face does not line up with his lying faces.  You could always say that, “Sherlock’s gotten better at lying though, so now he knows how to lie while looking sincere!”  Okay but that’s a heck of a reach.  It doesn’t line up with the evidence of all the other times he’s been lying.  

“But all those other times where Sherlock’s making those weird faces, the other person can see him!  Molly can’t see him so he doesn’t have to put his acting face on!  He could still be lying!”  Yeah, true, but why doesn’t he just look over his shoulder then and say these words. Honestly, if these words were for John, why doesn’t he simply turn around and say them right to John’s face?  If he was going to confess true love to John, this was his prime chance.  Mary is gone, they’re in a life threatening situation, why not just take this opportunity?  All Sherlock had to do was say it like he meant it, right? He could have turned, said the words to John (or Mycroft, his brother), Molly would have thought the words were for her, she’d have said ILU back, fulfilling the terms of Eurus’ test.  But no…he says them to the camera, to make sure we as viewers know he is talking to who’s on the other end of that call: Molly.

Any time Sherlock is being real with someone, this is the face we see.  A face that’s quite serious and on point, no B.S., no acting, none of his usual tricks.  This is the real face of Sherlock Holmes, and that’s why I believe what he said was not a lie.

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Just A Dream

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1k

A/N:  This is my TWENTY-FIRST Fic for my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean Fic-i-versary Celebration. The line requested was, “You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fightn’ no matter what.” requested by @dreamingintheimpalawithdean  Thank you for celebrating with me! I’m also using a gif submitting by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing that she probably doesn’t even remember submitting. ;) I honestly don’t know where this came from. Just a bit of trash for your Saturday night. Hope you like it!

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A MILLION REASONS WHY||JOE SUGG IMAGINE

This is a really random idea I had but I am really proud of it. I’d love to have your feedback on it because I really tried to put my heart and soul into this (like in every other imagines though). I hope you like it xx

Warning : Sensitive subject. Mention of terrorism  ; this isn’t something to joke about and is a serious matter. There actually is a real message through this story so try to read between the lines if you can. This is pure fiction.

Y/N follows her best friend into the crowded airport, he turns around to watch her as they head to the security. “I’m gonna miss you.” She stated as it was time for him to leave. “And what you mean by that is you’re gonna miss my presence or my beers?” Joe joked, making Y/N laugh. “The beers obviously.” She teased, a smirk appearing on her face as Joe shook his head in amusement, pulling her into a hug. “I’ll call you when I get there.” The dark blonde boy said in her ear as he held her tight. “You better.” She replied as they pulled away and Joe walked backwards towards the security. “Miss you already.” Y/N called out to him as he was getting further away, and their eyes met across the airport. “You’re already stuck on my mind.” Joe admitted, sending her a quick wink as he was just about to pass through the gate.

Time suddenly slowed down as everyone in the airport started to scream and run. Y/N tried to understand what was going on but she had no idea until she heard it. The gun fires. She immediately started to walk towards the opposite direction the people were yelling at her to go to. But her eyes fell on him. “Joe!” She yelled out as loud as she could and just as he turned around to look at her, panic evident on his face, she saw it. The guy with the gun. And the next bullet was sent straight to his heart. She tried to move but couldn’t, her feet were basically stuck to the ground. And she watched her best friend getting shot, without being able to move or do anything.

Y/N sat straight up onto the bed, unable to catch her breath as she suddenly felt wide awake. It took her a moment to realize where she actually was and a silhouette was sitting close to her. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re fine, I’m right here.” A familiar voice said, eyes full of worry. She blinked a few times, her breathing still heavy as she finally processed whose she was at. “What happened?” Joe asked, shifting closer as she was slowly calming herself down. She took a deep breath, passing a hand over her head as she realized that it wasn’t real. “Just a bad dream.” Y/N replied, looking up to meet his blue eyes as she sent him a small smile. As she finally could breath properly, her eyebrows came together in a frown as she watched her best friend. “What are you doing here?” She asked, confusion itched across her face. “I heard you calling out my name in your sleep and thought that maybe you were having a wet dream about me so I had to see it.” Joe teased, a smirk showing on his face as she hit his arm playfully. “Get out.” Y/N ordered, kicking him off the bed with her feet as he let out a laugh and escaped the room.

Y/N lied there for a while, trying to fall back to sleep but it was impossible. And she was exhausted. This had happened for the past few days and she couldn’t even have one night of proper sleep. The dream wouldn’t leave her and every time her mind would make her see that scene, she felt paralyzed. And it was in fact, one of her biggest fears, to lose her loved ones, especially her best friend. Because they had that connection, that strong friendship that was maybe more than that. And it meant the world to the both of them. And since they had had a few drinks with their other friends, Joe had offered her to stay the night. Y/N thought that if she knew he was there, it wouldn’t happen and she would be able to sleep but she couldn’t. She never told Joe about this nightmare because his life was involved in it and it was already scaring the shit out of her. He didn’t need to know. And finally after a few hours, she manage to closer her eyes and get some time to rest her tired fragile body.


Y/N walked tiredly into the living room, rubbing her eyes like a child as she noticed Joe behind the counter, serving breakfast to the both of them. “Oh, you’re awake, finally. I have something great to tell you! But first, how are you feeling? Sleep well?” Joe rambled as he moved around the kitchen,glancing over his shoulder at her.  “I’m good, I guess. I’ve known better but it’s fine.” She smiled at him, sitting on one of the stools as he was now facing her properly, the worry from the previous night still evident in his eyes. “Was it the first time?” His curiosity spoke as he handed the different items to her. She thought for a moment before speaking. “Yeah. Anyway, what’s this great thing you have to tell me?” She blurred out, quickly changing the subject. Joe took a moment to analyze her, as if he was trying to figure if she was lying or not and after a minute, a smile appeared on his face as he sat next to her.

“So my manager just called me and told me that I am going to Playlist Live next week. How cool is that?” Joe explained, a huge smile on his face as they ate their breakfast. “That’s amazing! Where is that?” She smiled at him, his excitement being contagious. “Orlando.” Joe replied casually but Y/N froze as some sort of vision flashed her mind. And she almost dropped the mug that was in her hand, feeling like she was in another world.

That when it hit her and it wasn’t a vision. It was a detail that had been appearing in her dream, something that she hadn’t put any attention to until he had said it. “The flight A268 from London to Orlando will land in twenty minutes.” She was suddenly motionless again, just like she was in the dream. And this sentence echoed in her mind over and over again. She tried to convince herself that it wasn’t real, none of it was. That it was just a dream and a coincidence but something felt wrong.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Joe asked, noticing the change in her attitude, putting a gentle had on her shoulder which broke her out of her thoughts. At this moment, she hesitated. She couldn’t tell if it was better for her to keep to herself or to share it with him but as opened her mouth to reply, she couldn’t manage to get the words out so she simply nodded,  smiling up at him. But Joe could tell that something was going and that she didn’t want to talk to him about it. He simply sighed and gave her a smile as he engaged another conversation. He couldn’t force her into telling him so he would wait, for as long as it would take her.

The next days became hectic for Y/N as it only got worse. She was scared to fall asleep and see the scene again, a little more detail adding into it every time and she was terrified to even close her eyes for a second but she had to. She woke up to panic attacks every night and as Joe was around at her flat, his worry only grew more and more. He wanted to know what was happening to her, what that dream was about but she still never talked about it. As Y/N woke up in tears, her whole body shaking, he knew she couldn’t sleep alone, it would only make her panic even more and so he offered to her to stay at his house, until he had to leave. Just so she wouldn’t have to be alone and she gladly accepted his offer.

It was two nights before he had to leave. It was there that she had told him through her panic. Y/N was panicking again, her breathing fast and heavy as Joe was sat close to her, holding her onto him. “We were in the airport and there was a wave of panic. Everyone was running and yelling and I couldn’t find you but then I did. But there was this guy who shot you and I couldn’t move. “ She rambled between her breaths, her voice barely audible but it still got to Joe’s ears as he looked down at her, slightly relieved that she had finally told him but still worried as her body was still shaking. “Joe, I’m terrified. Please, don’t go there.” Y/N admitted, looking up to him as he still had an arm around her. “You won’t be alone, I told Jack what was going on, he’ll take care of you whilst I’m gone.” Joe reassured her, pulling away from to face her properly on the bed.

“I know. But that’s not why I don’t want you to go. What if it really happens and you get hurt?” Y/N stated, tears forming in her eyes but Joe’s eyes went wide. “You want me to stay here because of a dream? Y/N, that’s never going to happen. I can’t let this opportunity slip away just because you have nightmares about it.” He replied, a slight hint of annoyance at her previous words. He couldn’t stay because of such a silly thing. He got that she was feeling terrible because she was scared but she had no right to tell him to stay for her. Even if he loved her to pieces. “I know but-” She started but got cut by Joe. “No, there’s not ‘but’. I’m going, that’s it. I’m sorry but that’s selfish of you to make me want to stay.” He said as Y/N was speechless, feeling the emotions flash her even more. Joe turned his back to her, rolling under the sheets. She never wanted to offend him but she had and she felt like the world was against her.

Two days later, everything was still the same as it had been, except that the small tension between the two friends has waved off pretty quickly. But Y/N still didn’t want Joe to go and he was still determined to. And it was the day he had to leave her but she couldn’t let that happen. Since she had got up early, she decided to do everything to make him later, hoping that if it really happened, it would maybe make a difference. She grabbed his car keys and put them in back pocket, then took his bag and placed it behind the couch so he wouldn’t found it too quickly.

“Y/N, if I miss my flight, you’ll need a talk with my manager.” Joe called out from the bathroom as he was searching for the hidden items that were missing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She pretended, sat on the couch, playing with the hems of her jumper. Joe soon appeared in the room, a soft look on her. “Where did you put it?” He asked, crossing his arms as he stepped closer. Y/N sighed before getting up and grabbing the bag, handing it to him. “There’s still one thing missing.” He said, his eyes piercing through her soul as she simply rolled her eyes.

Joe stepped closer, only inches from her as he reached for his keys in the back pocket of her jeans, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. And for a second, they weren’t of what was going on. But it wasn’t the first time moments like this had happened between them, far from it. “I hope you haven’t farted on these” He joked, moving his keys in front of her face, ruining the moment. “I actually did, it’s one of my favorite hobbies.” She replied sarcastically, a small mile forming on her lips. “Just like dreaming about your best friend getting shot.” Joe replied but it didn’t make her laugh and he sighed. “You know that people who reply to my sarcasm with sarcasm are my favorite but that’s not funny.” She admitted, looking down to the floor as she crossed her own arms. “I know, I’m sorry about that. And for getting mad at you the other day, I was too busy being a dick to realize that you just care about me.” He stated, smiling at her as she tried to hide the small blush on her cheeks but he could still see how worried she was. Joe cupped her face with this two hands, allowing her to look up to him. “Hey, I’ll be fine. Nothing is going to happen to me, you don’t have to worry. And Jack will be here in a few, okay?” He explained, putting a piece of her hair behind her ear carefully as their eyes met. He kissed her cheek before pulling her into a hug. “I’ll see you soon, Y/L/N.” Joe whispered in her ear before pulling away and opening the door. “Hopefully, Sugg.” She replied, smiling at him before he was gone and out of her sight.

It had been over 10 minutes since he was gone, Y/N was cleaning his house, soft music paying on the background. It helped her focus on something else than her growing anxiety. Something still felt so wrong. The atmosphere felt weird and suffocating. But then she thought about what Joe had said and maybe it was just her imagination.

As she was checking her phone to change the music, there was a loud noise and the sound of a door opening harshly. She walked back to the living room, expecting to see Jack but to her surprise, it wasn’t. Joe stood there in front of her, a sweat on his forehead and panic on his face. Y/N’s confusion only grew as she watched him. Joe stepped closer hesitantly. “A man shot about fifty people in the airport. They were already evacuating when I got there.” Joe said softly, shock evident on his face as he barely could get the words out properly. Y/N almost felt to the ground as she heard him speak but she was too preoccupied by the fact that she could have lost him. Out of nowhere, Joe crossed the distance between them and connected their lips together in a kiss full of emotion. Y/N didn’t kiss back at first as she was surprised but quickly did when she realized what was happening, trying to hold back the tears mixed of fear and relief. “Why did you do that?” Y/N asked, confused as Joe snaked his arms around her waist. His eyes were glowing and she couldn’t quite define if it was the reflection of the light and tears forming in his eyes. “There is about a million reasons why but life is too short to go through them all and I want to make the most of it before it gets taken away from us.” Joe admitted, brushing his fingers against her cheek as he kissed her temple and hugged her tight, letting her emotions out as he inhaled her warming scent.

Someone knocked on the door and before one of them could move, the door knob was pulled down and allowed their friend Jack to enter the house, letting out a sigh of relief, “Thank god, you’re okay. You’re both okay.”

I’m So Sorry Part Two

The ending of I’m So Sorry. Glad everyone enjoyed the first part so much!

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

I’m So Sorry Part One

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“It’s okay, Jay.”

The words had barely left her mouth before Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed. Jensen tried shaking her again, but nothing was waking her up. Her head lolled gently to the side and Jensen had never felt such fear before in his life. Sudden there was a loud commotion behind them and when Jensen turned back he saw the paramedics finally bursting onto the set.

“About damn time,” Jensen hissed, exchanging looks with an equally terrified Jared. What happened next was a bit of a blur to him. The paramedics crowded around her and in no time, were lifting her into the ambulance, and before he knew it he was left standing on the back lot with Jared, watching as the ambulance and Y/n in it drove off.

“Jay, Jay, JAY,” Jensen snapped out of it and turned to his friend. Jared nodded to the parking lot. “Let’s go, Cliff said he’ll drive us down to the hospital. I want to be there and I know you do to.”

Jensen numbly nodded, he was still in shock. Not only did Y/n, one of his best friends, just suffer a major injury, but it was his fault. How did he not realize it wasn’t a prop? And better yet, which asshole, who has about to lose his job, gave Jensen the wrong knife?


Jared looked up from his phone, as his whole chair shook from Jensen’s constant fidgeting. The older man was still clearly beating himself up over what happened. Jared sent one more text to Gen before closing his phone.

“Jensen-”

“I’m gonna kill that friggin prop man,” Jensen steamed.

Jared sighed, he knew Jensen well enough to know that he was really just mad at himself. “I know Jensen, and that guy is as good as fired. What I’m more worried about at the moment is Y/n and you.”

“Me?” Jensen scoffed, “I’m fine, but I’m worried about Y/n too. There was a lot of blood Jared.”

Jared gulped and nodded at his friend, “I know man. I can’t stop seeing it.”
“Me either,” Jensen looked down at his still stained red hands. “I can’t believe I did this to her.”

“Jensen, c’mon. You had no idea and Y/n knows you’d never intentionally hurt her.”

“It doesn’t matter. I still did. Jared, I stabbed Y/n.” Jensen’s voice rose as he continued to grow in hysteria. “I stabbed Y/n. She’s in here because of me. Jared, this is all my fault.”

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I’ve chosen Mrs. Fitz because she is a ray of sunshine in Season One:

Everybody loves her (Ruppert, Murtagh, Jamie, Laoghaire, Claire…..):

(It’s so sweet how Jamie puts his hand on hers here:)

She’s the real Madam Outlander of Castle Leoch. She (and not Colum lol) gives the order there. Everybody respects her:

She helped Claire. Look how proud Mrs. Fitz is looking at her all dressed:

This face here will always be my fav lol:

She was the first Jamie/Claire shipper:

And the happiest of them all to know they finally got married!!!!!!

THIS MOMENT!!!!!! Look how she hugs Jamie and how much Jamie loves her:

She is the best example of how it doesn’t matter if you have a short character, you can be loved by so many if you do it well ❤️

Starlit Scars {Nessian Oneshot}

Originally posted by marci1900

She is not who she pretends to be.

She puts on a show, pushing everyone away until she is completely isolated. She can’t push me away, though. I won’t allow it.

She’s out on the balcony, underneath the stars, gazing at them in awe as if she’s never seen them before. She looks like a goddess in her newfound form, although she looked like a goddess in her human form, too. Her golden-brown hair hangs down her bare back, her ivory gown hanging loosely from her neck. The starlight outlines her pale shoulders, her thin arms that rest on the balcony’s edge.

Goddess.

She’d curse me if she knew I was watching. But, I can’t stop. I’ve told myself to walk away, to go do something productive, but I’ve been sitting in the same spot for much longer than I originally intended. Rhys and Az think I’m foolish for being so fond of the girl who’s spent most of her life so full of hate and disdain, but I see a different side of her. I see beyond the walls that she has built up. I see the girl who wants to be set free, but doesn’t know how.

I shift from my spot on the couch and instantly regret it as it creaks. Nesta spins around, her face already in a scowl.

“Lovely night for a stroll, isn’t it?” I ask in the most charming voice I can muster.

“How long have you been sitting there?” she asks.

Thirty minutes, at the very least. “I just sat down.”

She narrows her eyes.

“You don’t believe me?” I stand to my feet and strut towards her, slowly. “I wasn’t watching you look at the stars as if they’re the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. I also wasn’t watching you bathe in the starlight. And, I most definitely was not listening to you hum to yourself.”

She snarls, baring her teeth at me.

“I like it when you turn animalistic,” I smirk, stopping only a foot away. “Gets me every time.”

She rolls her eyes. “When will you realize that I prefer you leave me alone?”

“Oh, I’ve realized. I’ve ignored it, but I’ve realized.”  

“Goodnight, Cassian,” she sighs, beginning to step around me.

I reach for her hand, gently brushing my fingers along her palm. I expect her to jerk away, as she usually does, to keep going, but she doesn’t. She stops.

“Why do you do that?” I ask, keeping my voice low as if she’s an animal I’m at risk to scare away.

“Do what?” she whispers back. I can hear her heartbeat quicken. I’ve broken a barrier. A small one, perhaps, but one nonetheless.

I choose my words carefully. “Push away. Make yourself miserable when you have the option to be happy.”

“With you?” she asks, hesitantly.

I’m so taken back by the question that it takes me a moment to respond. “With me. With anyone. Just…happy.”

Just when I think she’s done, that she’s about to walk away, she faces me. “I have learned with time that it is easier to keep to myself than to be let down. Dealing with grief, with loss, with disappointment….it does more damage to the heart than if I keep my expectations low. Than if I keep my distance.”

She must see the pity in my eyes, because she quickly looks away.

I try to get her to look at me, but she doesn’t. “You deserve better than that, Nesta.”

“You say that now,” she shakes her head, golden-brown strands falling into her eyes. “But, one day, you will change your mind.”

This time, when she takes a step, I grab her hand and pull her back. “How can you say that?”

She pulls away, but doesn’t walk. She returns to her spot on the balcony, looking over Velaris. “I was supposed to be their protector, Cassian. I’m the oldest. I watched my mother die and my father turn into a broken coward. I sat there as we lost everything. I couldn’t hunt. I couldn’t sew. I couldn’t make money. I couldn’t provide or protect us in anyway. I resented Feyre for years for doing what I couldn’t. We looked to her to eat, to sell in the market for even the smallest of goods. I lost Feyre long ago, and I tried to do for Elain what I could. I was ready to marry a man I had no feelings for in order to gain even the smallest amount of joy, of belonging, of comfort. I should have been there for them. I should have learned to protect them. I let Tamlin come into our home and take her away, and now look at us! I let them down. I let them down.”

I watch her fight with herself, with her emotions that she has been bottling up. I rest my elbows on the balcony’s rail. “It wasn’t your fault, what happened to your family. And, if you ask me, Tamlin taking Feyre was the best thing that could have happened to her. It led her to us. It led her to Rhys. You may still be unsure about this life, but if you gave it a chance you may realize that it’s not all bad. You’ll have a better life here than on the other side of the wall. Hardships will still come, but they can be conquered. Elain will get used to it, too. She is still herself, so full of life and innocence. I can tell. I wish you wouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You are worth so much more than you realize.”

I look at her then, to find her already watching me. Her lips are slightly parted, and her blue eyes are misty. “I have always wondered what it would be like to have a man say the things that you say to me. To look at me as you do.”

I laugh, breathlessly. “And?”

“I don’t know,” she laughs, and the gesture suits her. “It feels odd. Overwhelming.”

“Don’t expect me to stop.”

“I didn’t,” she says, quietly. “It’s not all that bad.”

I must look confused, because she explains, “Being Fae. I don’t think it’s awful. I don’t think any of you are. I see why Feyre fell in love with it here, with you all.”

I blink. “Who are you and what have you done with my Nesta?”

Her scowl returns, though not as brutal, as she pushes me. I grab her hands before she can retract them and pull her body into mine.

Once again, I expect her to push away, and when she doesn’t, I have to convince myself that this is real.

Her arms wrap around my waist, and I rest my hand on her cheek, using the other to push her hair behind her ear.

“I’m scared,” she admits, barely audible. I have never heard her voice so fragile. I have never seen this side of her, and the more I think about it, I don’t think that anyone has.

“Of me?” I ask, resting my forehead gently against hers.

“Of this life,” she says, “of being happy.”

“Let me in,” I beg. “Let me help you.”

I kiss her then, gently, reassuringly. Then, her lips meet mine in a tender collision. I have dreamt of this moment, thought about what it would be like. My hands search her body and she doesn’t stop me, doesn’t push away. She pulls me closer, moves her hands underneath my tunic, her hands cool against the heat of my body.

I push her back against the balcony’s railing, my lips finding her neck, my body responding to her soft moans. I can hear her heartbeat, the beautiful sound of excitement and love. I wonder if she can hear mine. I wonder if she’s listening. She runs her fingers through my hair, pulling gently.

“Nesta,” I groan, hands sliding down her back, down to her thighs.

She brings up my chin, kisses me gently- once, twice- and pulls away. “Goodnight, Cassian.”

As she walks away, I must look dumbfounded, because she smiles- a real, genuine smile. “I can’t give you everything tonight. I have to keep you waiting for something.”

I watch her leave, into the townhouse, her ivory gown flowing freely behind her as she disappears around the corner.

Goddess.

I think about following her to her room, but I don’t.  My lips sting, still tasting like her. As I try to even my breathing, I face the city of Velaris. The stars shine bright as people stroll the streets together, enjoying the freedom they have here, but all I can see is the smile of the girl whose walls are finally falling down.

Hereafter  - Part 1

Summery: You lost someone who meant the world to you. But no matter what happens, Bucky Barnes will never leave you.

Triggers: Smut, angst

Word Count: 900+

A/N: I have wanted to write this for ages and I’m so happy I have! It’s gonna be very triggery so please be careful.

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1945

His lips found your neck, just at the right point, and he nibbled softly. Making you moan out his name.

‘Bucky’ your voice was breathy and quiet, trying to make sure the neighbours didn’t hear you. Since you and Bucky weren’t married it was wrong to sleep together or even live together. But the world was changing and you loved him.

He was currently underneath you, your hands tangled in his hair, your ass rubbing down onto his hardening member. Your knees were on the side of his hips as he leant forwards from the couch back to kiss a trail down the vally of your breasts.

‘I love you so much, Doll’ he said once he had finished, looking up at you.

‘I know, I love me too’ you smiled down at him, getting a grin back from him. He get up off of the couch - carrying you with him - to go to the bedroom. You kissed down his jaw, spending a little more time on his sweet spot. He let out a delicious moan when you bit softly on it. His freshly shaven skin rubbing against your lips like it did every time he left for a mission.

‘I’ll make you love me’ he dropped you on the bed. You had changed the sheets that day so you could smell the soap even before you touched the fabric. He leant down to kiss you sweetly, then his fingers came up to your sides. He tickled you in your most ticklish spot repeating the same words over and over. ‘Love me, Y/N! Love me’

After a few seconds of it you couldn’t stand it so you gave in. Giggling you said ‘I do love you, Bucky’ and he stopped. Resting his forehead on yours, your breathing synced up. ‘I love you more than I can bare, Sergeant James Barnes’. 

Delicately he move your legs and placed himself between them, lowering his pants enough to let his dick free. He kissed you softly before sliding your panties to the side and slipping himself in you. He fitting in you like a glove and even without him moving you were moaning his name softly 

He began to rock himself slightly, never pulling himself out more than half way and making sure to hit all the right places. Your lips spilling his name and rank as if they over flowed you. He put his face in your neck and kissed you between mumbling sweet words to you.

Your orgasm was long and carm, like warm water filling every part of your body. When you had come down from your high you could feel Bucky’s pace begin to get uneven and you knew he was close. Surely a few seconds after you noticed this he pulled himself out of you and finished of with his hand. His cum landing on the bare skin of your stomach.

When his breath had slowed down he got up to get a cloth to wipe you with. Discarding it on the floor he crawled back into bed, pulling you against his side. You fingers moved to draw patterns on his chest.

‘Why do you have to go back, Bucky?’ you asked, wishing he didn’t have to leave so soon.

‘Coz this is Stevie, I gotta help out the little man. He thinks he knows what to do but I gotta watch his back.’ You knew how much he loved Steve, and how much he would do for him but from what you could see Steve was capable of taking care of himself.

‘He’s Captain America!’ you argued.

‘No! He’s Steve Rogers. And I need to protect him, even if he is Captain America’ But you knew there was no way of changing his mind.

‘You’re so lovely, James’

‘I know’

-

You woke up with the sun shining in your face. You could see it through your eyelids and you dreaded opening them. To avoid confrontation with the light you rolled over to the empty side of the bed. Bucky’s side of the bed.

Shoving your face deeper in the soft, white cotton you inhaled deeply. Breathing in the smell that doused the pillow. Bucky.

Bucky didn’t smell of anything. Just Bucky. There were faint traces of his calon Bucky it mainly smelled like him. You sighed happily at the familiar scent then relaxed again 

‘What are you doing?’ Bucky’s voice was Carried in by the Doorway. Not daring to look you replied softly 

‘Sleeping’ you lied.

‘Are you smelling my pillow?’ He asked, the smirk on his face seeping into his words. 

‘I smells like you’ you finally admitted. 

‘I know but you’re going to have to stop torturing yourself. You know I’m not really here?’ Bucky’s voice changed, you knew it wasn’t real. Just a memory of the man that you used to have. Something your brain had created to help deal with losing him.

‘I know, I miss you’

‘I’m sure I miss you too’

Looking over at the place where he used to stand you gave into the grief and his presence disappeared. The memory of him leaning against the door frame and softly smiling as you moved around the room, the way his eyes were a little red from lack of sleep or how his hair was untamed was just that. A memory.

The bedside table had on it only a glass of water, an envelope opener and a torn envelope which contained a yellow piece of paper that said. ‘Srgt. James B Barnes. MIA’

Part 2


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The Joker x Reader - “The Bucket List” part 2

Two months after breaking up with The Joker, you found out the bad news. You didn’t have a choice but to ask for his help and J didn’t even show up for the meeting. Of course he didn’t care, but now that he heard why you wanted to see him so badly, it might be too late for any amendments.

Part 1: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161143650396/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161645099431/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-3

8:30am - your home

You quietly get out of bed, groggy from the meds you have to take at 6am. The Joker is still sleeping and you try not to wake him up. After a few steps a wave of violent cough hits and you cover your mouth, rushing for the bathroom. You close the door behind you and keep coughing above the sink, a few drops of blood staining the white marble. You turn on the water to cover the sounds, hoping J won’t hear you.

After a few moments you calm down and wash your face, starting to brush your teeth.

“Pumpkin, are you OK?” he impatiently knocks on the door.

“Yes, I’m fine, go back to sleep please,” you muffle the words, finishing your morning routine.

J walks in and you run behind the bamboo panel, starting to take your PJ’s off, getting ready for a shower.

“Why do you always hide behind that?” The Joker crosses his arms on his chest, waiting for the reply. You are so self-conscious about your appearance you don’t really want him to see you naked anymore.

“Umm…I just think it’s better to…”

“Get out of there!” he commands, sucking on his teeth.

“I can’t…” you whisper, gulping.

“I wanna see you, stop hiding behind that thing all the time!”

You quickly wrap yourself in a towel and step away from the screen. The Joker rolls his eyes, leaning against the mahogany cabinet.  

“Drop the towel, Doll!”

You whimper, anxious to his demand:

“I don’t want to…Don’t make me!”

“Drop the damned towel, Princess!” he snaps and you slowly uncover your body, not remembering feeling so vulnerable in your entire life.

“This is humiliating,” you stare at him while he grins, pleased you complied so fast.

“Like I’ve never seen you naked before,” he scoffs, analyzing the view.

“I look horrible!” you blur out, covering your breasts with one hand.

“Well,” he pretends to debate,” you’re scrawny and I have to admit the lack of hair doesn’t give you extra points, but…”

You gasp, frowning.

“You definitely are a terrible person!”

“Yet another skill I take great pride in. Anyway, my point is that it could be worse, Kitten.We gotta work with what we have, hm? Turn around.”

You take a deep breath, nervous as hell.

“Not too bad, Y/N, but you do have a big butt. If you go in the backyard like this, I think we’ll have another solar eclipse.”

“What?!” you turn your head to glare, alarmed.

“Ha!” J snorts, “I made you look.”

You start laughing, embarrassed:

“You’re so horrible!”

“U-hum. Com’ere!” he signals and you hesitantly go in his arms. “I believe that…” You don’t let him finish. You reach for his lips and kiss him, pulling down on his boxers.

“Well, well, well,” he purrs, “What is this, Doll?”

“Something on my bucket list,” you mutter in his ear, still tense.

“I don’t recall seeing this on that piece of paper,” he teases, smirking.

“I didn’t have a chance to write it down,” you trace the playing cards tattoo on his neck as innocently as possible.

“Interesting,” he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. “Just admit you want to get in my boxers.”

You giggle, not answering.

“You’re so light,” J sulks, beginning to walk back towards the bedroom. “You think you can handle me, Princess?”

You raise your shoulders up, kissing him again.

“Oh, yeah,” you moan, determined to make love to him even if it kills you.

“Two baldies having sex, that’s pretty hot, huh?” he winks at you and then bites your lower lip, placing you on the bed.

“Not quite,” you chuckle, caressing his hairless head.

“Speak for yourself, woman; I’m still handsome. Plus, I don’t have a huge butt,” The Joker maliciously laughs when he sees how big your eyes got.

“You’re the worst person ever!” you yank his hand, stunned.

“From all the skills I’m proud of, this is my top favorite. Now stop praising me, I’m starting to blush,” he dramatically accentuates his little speech with a sneer, glad he got you all worked up.

3pm

You didn’t want to go with him at the warehouse because you don’t feel too good, but J insisted. You see the henchmen running around with a bunch of boxes, making space and getting rid of the old stuff you guys didn’t use in forever.

“What did you want to show me?” you lean on his arm, grateful you already took your painkillers since your body is getting stiff again.

“Your stupid bucket list, Doll,” he explains. “You wanted to go to Japan and you are aware we can’t because we’ll get caught. We don’t use this place very often so I got you a bunch of Japanese items; do what you want with them. Tell our men where you want everything and they’ll move it for you.”

He senses you’re squeezing his hand really hard and your eyes get watery.

“Spare me, Y/N!” he elbows you, irritated. “Let’s skip the drama!” but he kisses your temple and you nod in acceptance, excited to see what he got for you.

“What else did you have on that’s stupid list? Oh, yeah: a family,” The Joker answers his own question, mad about it. You want to say a few things but he keeps on yapping.

“Why do you need a family for, huh? Nothing but trouble. See these jerks here?” and he points out towards the goons laboring hard to accomplish the task at hand. “They’ll do whatever you ask them and won’t fight back. Better than a family. And you have me. I hate you, but we gotta work with what we have, OK?”J gets angrier since he hopes you won’t get very emotional again; he can’t stand it.

“OK…” you are fast to please him but start crying, unable to hold it in. The henchmen keep on glaring your way, rapidly averting their gaze when they realize there’s something very intimate going on between the both of you: you’re sobbing on J’s shoulder and he has this “fed up with everything” expression on his face while holding your waist. The lack of hair makes him look even more imposing, menacing and vicious.

8:03pm

The Joker dragged you to one of the clubs where he will have a meeting with one of his smugglers that has a new medication for you. Another experimental product found only on the black market that might help.

It’s your IV day so you retreated to the sound proof room, trying to take a nap until the IV bag is done.  J is in the VIP section, talking to Nix. Frost is there also, keeping an eye on things. The discussion is going reasonably smooth until the asshole forgets who he’s talking to.

“I can’t believe you’re dating the same bitch, Mister J!” he puffs, acting surprised. Jonny lifts his eyebrows, ready to react but his boss didn’t signal him yet. The Joker holds his breath for a few long seconds, then loudly exhales.

“Yeah, same bitch,” he stares at the guy with a crazy sparkle in his blue eyes.

“So the pills are for her? I heard she’s really sick, but still alive and kicking. Tough bitch I guess,” Nix laughs, confident of his funny remarks. He has a reputation of being fierce and stepping over boundaries because he has access to a lot of merchandise on the black market that not too many smugglers can obtain.

“Tough bitch indeed,” J agrees, holding his breath again.

“Word is you shaved your head for her. Now, I’ve never thought I’ll see a man like you in love, Mister J,” Nix snickers, taking the tablets out of the suitcase.

Is this fucking prick for reals?! Frost thinks, waiting for a sign and he finally sees J tapping his fingers on the cane. Jonny cracks his neck, relieved.

It’s gonna be my pleasure, he grins, punching his fists together.

9pm

The door being busted makes you open your eyes. J turns the lights on and pushes Nix in front of you, kicking him in the shin so hard he collapses on his knees.

“What’s going on, baby?” you rub your face, getting up on your elbow.

“This asshole is here to apologize!” The Joker barks and you have no clue about this new outburst. “Apologize to my Queen!!” he yells at the guy who’s in a pretty bad shape with a black eye, busted lip and a few visible bruises.

“I-I’m sorry…” Nix stammers, groaning in pain.

“For what?!” you feel the need to ask, baffled.

“You don’t need to know!” J shouts. “You are owed apologies and that’s it!”

You don’t fight it and slide to the left corner of the velvet couch, careful not to move the needle in your vein.

“Apologize for waking her up too, you bastard!” and J lifts Nix up, violently pulling him towards the door where Frost is waiting to take over.
“I’m s-sorry…for waking you up,” the guy stutters as he gets shoved out of your sound proof retreat.

“Take care of this!” The joker tells Jonny, still fuming.

“Anything I should know?” you reach for your anti-nausea medication and take some.

“Nope, go back to sleep,” J hisses, displeased at how the night turned out. “After your IV is done, we’ll go for a ride.”

“That sounds nice.” You feel like crap but you still give him a smile.

He turns off the lights and hears you:

“Were you defending my honor or something?”

“What honor, Pumpkin?!” he grumbles, shutting the door so you can rest in darkness.

10:05pm

J returned to the VIP room and he’s typing on his laptop. Frost is overseeing what’s going on in the club behind the smoky windows. You part the gold beads and step inside, barely seeing where you’re going; your vision is clouded from the liquid medication you just finished.

“I’m done, baby,” you announce, holding onto the armchair. “I’m drained, I don’t think I can go on that ride tonight. I need to rest, it hurts all over. Can we please go tomorrow?” you beg, closing your eyes when the stomach-turning vertigo sensation creeps up on you.

The Joker gives you a cold stare, still flustered from the earlier incident and not happy to find out about your rain check. He goes back to his typing, mumbling:

“If you’re so miserable, why don’t you hurry up and die, hmm?”
Frost immediately peeks your way, shocked about what came out of his boss’s mouth; he’s seen you having a lot of bad days before, but you never looked more in pain like you do now.

“Well…” you dig your nails in the purple leather and sigh, heartbroken. “If there is one thing I am very good at lately is dying. So… don’t worry, it will happen soon enough,” and you rush out, stumbling a few times while trying to get away from his venom as fast as possible.

5 more minutes pass and J finally stops typing, annoyed.

“Shit… … … Frost, go get her!” he voices out and Jonny moves away from the window and stops in front of him, speaking up without hesitation:

“Sir, that was very cruel to say to somebody struggling to survive from one day to the other.”

J’s temple is twitching, definitely not liking what Jonny just articulated with such vehemence.

“Did I ask for your opinion, Frost?!” he raises his voice, pissed at the trespass.

“No, sir.”

“Is this a rebellion of some sort?!”

“No, sir, I wouldn’t dare,” Jonny replies with a calm attitude, figuring out this is the best way to go about it.

“Then shut your mouth and bring me my girl!!!” The Joker snarls, considering blowing his trusted man’s brains out.

“Yes, sir,” is the last thing he discerns before the deafening music takes over the club.

10:20pm

Frost couldn’t find you and one of the bouncers reports that saw you driving away in J’s SUV.  The news doesn’t go well with The Clown Prince of Crime.

“How is Y/N going to drive in the state she’s in?! She has to take her medications and can’t skip doses!!” J screams at everyone, taken aback by the conflict he created himself, not that he would ever admit it’s his fault. “We have to find her!!!” he directs the operation, instructing all of them to seek in some places he guesses you might be. They are searching all night, unable to find any traces of you.

Finally, around 7am, Richard reports he found J’s car parked near the beach, close to your favorite spot you like to go and look at the ocean. It’s a small, hidden strip of sand behind the highway; at least you went to one of the places The Joker thought you might go to. J doesn’t even know when he got there, driving so fast he almost got unwanted attention from the cops.

You spent the night on the beach, having to stop a lot of times on your way there because you had a hard time seeing and concentrating on driving. You didn’t take your pills, not really giving a damn since they don’t really help anyway as far as you’re concerned. You have a bag full of all the stuff you take, taking out a few at a time and tossing them in the ocean from the flat rock you found refuge on at the crack of dawn.

“That’s 2000 dollars a piece on the black market you’re throwing away Doll,” you hear J’s voice and ignore him, continuing to do as you please. You’re wheezing pretty loud, fighting to breathe since the salty, strong air puts quite the strain on your weakened lungs. You don't’ care: what’s another issue added to the others?!

You shrivel under your thick hoodie, covering your face even more, not wanting to see him.

J comes and sits by you, quietly watching the waves crushing on the nearby stones. He hears you sniffle but doesn’t attempt to uncover your head. His right arm reaches in front of you, holding a purple capsule in the palm of his hand:

“If you take the new med, you don’t have to take the white and brown tablets anymore. I’ll trade you…yes?” The Joker’s voice gets really deep as you move away from him, not replying. “Fine, then I’ll take it! I don’t want to waste 5000 dollars on just one capsule,” and he almost puts it in his mouth when you scoot back towards him and slap his hand. He drops the pill on the sandy rock and you are irked:

“Are you insane?!”

“Is this a trick question, kid?” he licks his lower lip, intrigued.

“It will make you sick, it’s not for healthy people!” you slowly blink and turn to finally face him. He inspects you and it doesn’t look great: your eyes are red from crying all night and the grimace of pain on your face lets him know you didn’t even take your painkillers; your labored breathing makes you shake a bit and the dried blood stains on the sleeve you used to clean your lips with after coughing disturb him.

“Somebody has to take it, it’s expensive!” The Joker has a smooth comeback (in his opinion).

“You have a shitty strategy, you know that?” you pick the capsule up from the sand, wiping it on your pants and swallow it, grumpier than you were before he arrived.

Without any warning, he buries his face in your lap, wrapping his arms around your knees. You try to push him away but he won’t budge.

“I don’t want you to die,” you hear the muttered sentence and it strikes a chord in your heart. “I don’t hate you,” he persists and you whimper when you feel his grip getting tighter. “But you can’t tell anybody, it will ruin my reputation,” he rambles on and you snort, wiping your tears. “As your knight in shining armor…”

“You’re not my knight in shining armor!” you interrupt, softly kicking his arm with your knee.

“Oh, I’m soooorry!” he lifts his head up from your lap, shifting so he can look up to you.” I didn’t see a huge line of suitors fighting for the title!” J sarcastically indicates. “You think that loser will ever show up?? Forget about it, it’s a myth! I’m the only one around so we gotta work with what we have, OK?… Just nod a yes, woman, and stop crying! Can we skip the drama for once?” he kisses your wrist and inhales your scent again. “You smell nice, what is it?” he diverts your attention since he masters this skill also.

“Death,” you divulge, smiling through tears.

He growls, exasperated, pinching your side.

“Shut up! You’re not dying!”

You take the small roll-on perfume decorated with a silver skull out of your pocket, showing him the name: Death.

“Why would you wear a fragrance with this name?!” J snaps, irked.

“It smells nice, you said so yourself,” you defend your choice, forgetting about your emotional surge.

“Gimme!” he urges you and you hand the tiny vial over. He takes it, glances at it for a few seconds then gets up and tosses it as far as he can in the ocean.

You gasp.

“Did you just…throw away my perfume?!”

“Yeah, it sucks! Use another one, you have so many,” The Joker cuts you off, keeping both hands on his bald head, satisfied at his accomplishment. Before you can protest some more, he proceeds with new updates:

“Tonight I’ll have Commissar Gordon kidnaped for you. I’ve been working on it for a month; we’ll take him to your Japanese oasis. Another thing on your dumb bucket list taken care of. “

You have such a happy smirk flourishing on your lips he feels he has no choice but to sit down by you again.

“You’ll get him for me?!”

“U-hum… Wanna kill him?” he pretends not to notice your sudden cough that calms down after you cover your mouth with the side of your hoodie.
“Kill him?! No way, he’s my favorite; I just want to see him.”

“Huh?! I thought Batsy is your favorite!” J waves his hands around, vexed.

“No, Batsy is your favorite, mine is Gordon; you know that,” and you are so dizzy you lean to rest your forehead on his shoulder. The new med must be very strong, you can already tell.

“I don’t know who you are anymore, Pumpkin,” he rolls his eyes, faking his surprise.

“Fuck…” you whisper, sweating even if you are cold as ice. “This crap is messing me up, I think I need to go home now…”
“Penthouse or your house?” J gives you the choice, instantly serious.

“My house, please,” you groan in pain when he helps you up. He signals you to get on his back and you obey, enjoying the piggyback ride. At this point it would be hard for you to walk anyway.

“Why do you have finding out who Batsy is on your list?! Like, why do we care to know who that jerk is ?! Our job is to keep him busy since he seems the type that gets bored easily, am I right? Hey, Doll, wake up,” he pats your leg and you moan, napping since you are so tired and uncomfortable. As soon as you get home, you’ll definitely need at least two painkillers.

The Joker continues to walk, basically talking to himself at this point.

“I know you also wanted to steal more diamonds but I can’t take you on a heist like this: consider it crossed off your idiotic Bucket list. I got you 3 boxes of jewelry so it should be fine for now. We gotta work with what we have, hm?”

He lifts you up higher on his back and struts on the beach.

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll send the boys to get the other vehicle… God, Princess, you’re so light,” he puckers his lips, listening to your heavy breathing in his ear. “I really don’t want you to die…” he stops in his tracks and gently spanks your thighs behind his back. “But I really do hate you, I lied when I said I don’t…”

“Mmmm…” you grumble in your sleep, probably out of it.

J takes advantage of you not being able to fight him and restarts walking:

“You know why it’s clouded? I bet you anything it is because of your big butt, hm? We are having a solar eclipse right now and you’re responsible,” he grins and squints his eyes when he senses your fingers nipping his skin.

“I heard that…” you protest, too tired to do more and doze off again.

The Joker mischievously snickers, sprinting towards the cars he can see in the distance.

He is not the ideal knight in shining armor and you are not the same woman you were before you got ill. But you gotta work with what you have.

Life’s too short to complain.

 Also read: MASTERLIST

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Did you just kiss me?! [Mike Wheeler Imagine]

Prompt: “Did you seriously just kiss me?!” w/ Bella name insert instead of reader.

Requested my @imastrangerthang on Wattpad

A/N: I’m starting to write the part 2 of the Steve Harrington imagine and I want an opinion if they should make up or not. Of course I have the main idea down and written but all I need is if you want a happy or feels ending. Also for this imagine I realized half way through that I started with first person and ended with 3rd so please don’t mind that. But I hope you enjoy this! And side note this is a semi AU after the events of season 1.

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Today we were planning on seeing a Star Wars film! Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, El, and I were planning on hanging out together like we always do. Mike got a VHS of Return of the Jeti we were going to watch it and sneak a butt load of food into Mike’s basement and after we would reenact it like we always do. We have been planning this day for about 2 weeks now and everyone seems to be canceling on us. Dustin has to go to the doctors for a check up, Lucas is grounded for cussing in front of his family, Jonathan is taking Will on a trip to a museum, and El is having a girls day with Joyce.
“Ohh my god! Bella! We’ve been planning this for ages we can’t just cancel the whole thing now!” Mike lets out a big sigh and jumps face first into the couch. Mike wanted us to get together and bond since we all make been busy or having nightmares about the Upside down.
I copy Mike’s sigh and place down a bag of potato chips is was just eating. I roll over to Mike and get up and sit on his back and start hitting it. I let out a big yell and say, “We can’t just cancel this, Mike! It’s Star Wars! ITS STAR WARS!”
“Bella! Get off of me! UGHHH! There is no way we can just everyone to stop what they are doing and come over here to watch Star Wars.” Mike rubs his face on the arm of the chair and starts do make annoyed sounds.
“I know. I know. But it’s return of the Jeti! I guess we can just watch it together. It won’t be as great but it’s something and we still get to watch it in the end.” I let out probably the 50th sigh I’ve let out today. I get off of Mike’s back and continue back to my potato chips as I feel a small dust of pink make its way to my cheeks. Thinking about spending time with Mike alone makes me feel a little flustered. Usually we are never alone together because we are always with another person in our gang. I have always had a close relationship with Mike even though I was one of the last people to move here considering I lived in California. Mike was the once who quickly warmed up to me as he saw a collectors Star Wars pin on my backpack. We soon became best friends and stayed together since.
Mike was one of the first people to talk to me in my new school so I have always felt like I owe him my gratitude and that means me probably spending time with him 24/7. The endless hours of us hanging out has made me develop a small crush on the floppy haired male. I was a grade below them but every hour after school he would be with me cheering me on or making his sassy remarks. No one knows about my crush besides El and El finds it really cute and wants us to get together even though we are still very young. El found out when she came over to my house and my older sister was teasing me and El overheard.
“Bella! Bella! You are zoning out again, you airhead! What do you want to go home now even though you were complaining just a second ago?” Mike sits up on the couch and crosses his arm and raises an eyebrow at me.
“I did not zone out, douche. I’ll stay here and we could still watch Star Wars and have a sleep over but it’s only going to be us! There will not be Dustin and Lucas to scream at the TV anymore!” I let out an exasperated breath and I hear a chuckle escape Mike’s lips.
“Why are you saying it like its a bad thing?” Mike’s bad mood starts to life and a smile starts to build itself on his face. His features light up at Bella’s ridiculousness. Bella doesn’t know this but Mike has had a huge crush on her the first time he saw here in the school campus looking oblivious to what’s going on in the real word as she whispered the script to Star Wars. Mike had make an effort to grow some balls and go talk to the girl and when he finally did he was relived at how normal it felt to talk to Bella.
“Because now you have to deal with my constant yelling and questions! You know me Mike-” Bella continues to ramble out a bunch of words that Mike would probably not even understand if he was listening. Instead of paying attention, Mike’s eyes drift to Bella’s plump light pink lips. Mike finds himself captivated as he soon focuses on them and wtches them move as she talks and occasionally would bite them when she stumbled on a word. Without realizing Mike started to lean closer to Bella.
“Mike? Mike!” Bella tries to get his attention as she notices his absence in the conversation but she soon realizes his close proximity. “W-what?”
Mike leans closer and soon their lips are touching. Considering this was their first kiss together it was a little unplanned and not practice for but they both felt like they were meant to me. It may all sound cheesy but they did love each other with all their heart and would do anything for each other.
Mike soon realized what he had done and pulled away quickly and soon followed by Bella as she stared shocked at him as her whole face turned a bright pink color.
“Did you seriously just kiss me?!” Bella lets out a loud breath that she realize she had been holding in and tries to avoid his gaze at her outburst that may had come off as rude.
“I-I mean.. Yeah. Ohh I’m so sorry, Bella! Was that your first kiss! I didn’t mean to but you are just so pretty and I really like you! Did I just say I like you I mean! Uhh I’m sorry…” Mike find it hard to form a complete sentence that makes sense but ends up finding his fingers more interesting than ever before.
“No no it’s okay Mike. How do I say this? I guess I like you too. Sorry I never told you I just didn’t know how! I know it’s not like me but I can’t help it!” Bella grabs Mike’s hands that makes his eyes land on hers.
Mike lets out a relieved breath as his nerves seem to lighten up. Mike’s grin that makes millions or girls swoon without realizing makes its way onto his features as he says, “umm since we like each other… Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
A smile that always seems to be molded on Bella’s face forms again as she looks like the happiest girl alive brings Mike close and kissing him on the cheek and whispers yes in a sweet tone.

anonymous asked:

I really don't get people who say that jikook only started getting more intense this year, they have been like this all along, back in 2013 and even after they did several logs together in which they both looked at each other with so much love, they been whipped for each other since forever my friends

it gets on my nerves when people are like “jungkook finally showing love to jimin” like. y’all are really out here thinking that jk hated jimin and didn’t like him at all. you really think he just started liking him now??? where tf have y’all been?? stuck in 2013?? like, even back then jk looked at jm with legit hearteyes. proof (can’t find original source, sorry): 

like????????? look at how he looks at jimin with the brightest fucking smile on his face???? what the fuck is this cuteness??? let’s be real, they always been whipped for one another. like stop playing yourselves. 

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 Boyfriend Seungkwan please! My baby doesn’t get appreciated enough.

hi !! if you’re taking reqs can you please do a boyfriend!seungkwan or wonwoo? i loved the seungcheol & jeonghan ones 💫thank you in adv ♡

a/n: ok so this is a thing that happened? i think this literally took me months to get to and i’m so sorry. but a lot of ppl requested a lot and that’s lovely ;)

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  • this just in,,,the variety king meets his worst enemy
  • the only person that made him so nervous to the point where he hesitated when he was about to make a joke 
  • when you guys weren’t dating and he had a crush on you, he just didn’t know how to act around you
  • does he need to act silly and be the center of attention or would you find him annoying?
  • does he need to stay quiet and let the others joke around or would you prefer someone who had a sense of humor?
  • and whenever he would do something funny he’d look at you and calculate the 13774372 different things that could be going through your head
  • but what he didn’t know was you were just as nervous around him

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with narcissus

i. i found him at dawn, golden boy with melting eyes and a skin so pale it looked like it would split and bleed if you breathed on it a little too hard. he was difficult to get to, but finally i lifted his head with my fingertips and asked him the first question. “who am I?”

(he had become lost in my eyes, the rising sun making them a perfect mirror to see himself in. “who are you?” he mumbled, and in that moment i felt it was useless to continue questioning. he was never going to give me an answer, he could not see beyond his own glowing face. but then he blinked, and spoke in a voice like a thousand birds awakening. “you want answers.” )

ii. was it truly him? i looked him over, felt the longing in his bones. it was narcissus, without a doubt. “are you mortal?”

(he laughed, and the sun rose even higher. the trees had begun to awake, stretching and yawning towards the clouds, leaves rustling like a morning hum. “you are immortal. you exist in the flow of blood through hearts, in the flashes that are memory. you are the carvings in a frame of art; what is time when you exist? forget me. i live for the ones like you.”)

iii. now i was slipping away; with medea it was different. but here i was restless, i moved and drifted, unable to leave. i felt myself being dragged slightly, downwards away from him. “do you regret it?”

(now he lifted his hands and moved towards me, making as if to touch my face. but at the last moment he stopped, and instead opened his mouth to speak. “why should i regret? i fell in love with you, i see you everywhere.” the sun had reached it’s full height, rays of light piercing through me. but he wasn’t finished. “the real question is, could i have longed for anyone more?” then, his fingertips finally brushed my cheek, and with a rising force, the undercurrent dragged me downwards. i dissolved, no more than a mirage in the water.)

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What is it that I want? What I really want?

I have no fucking idea. I mean, I want him, or wanted… Those moments, they feel so far way now, so hard to reach… like a dream. But I don’t think I can forgive him. What he did, I can’t just forget about it. Even if I want to, i just can’t. Ugh, I can still hear her voice, it annoys me so much and it still hurts thinking of it. There’s so much mixed feelings inside me. Hate. Irritation. Annoyance.  Pain. I hate what he did. It irritates me that I can’t do shit about this. Her existence annoys me. And it pains me knowing I’m not the one.

What the fuck should I do? How will he react when he sees me?… and her?

I shouldn’t have come. I should have just stayed home.

It was just as Ash said, Abbie knew all about this party and almost all the people coming. I wasn’t going to come. I don’t know what made me come. Did I just wanted to see him again? Or did I wanted to see her? Or maybe both of them… together. Maybe I want to know how it is. After all what Ash told me. Who is she? How can she have such power over him? Fuck! I need a drink. I got of the wall I was leaning on making my way through the people.

“You look like you’re about to explode.” Someone said when I reached the drinks table.

“Fuck you Calum.” I said when I turned around.

“Wow. The princess has sharp teeth.” He chucked out. Princess… «Princess.» His voice echoed in my head.

“Don’t call me that.” I mean come on, I don’t need this ass annoying me even more. I’m already at my limit.

He took a hold of my arm as I was leaving. “I warned you.” He said almost at my face.

“Yeah, congratulations.” I gave him a ironic smile.

I turned away again only for him to pull me back again. “I’m sorry.” He left in a second after saying that. I just stood there frowning. I’m sorry?? What?? Fuck you! I already have a lot to think about I don’t need your suddenly bipolar shit on me.

“Y/N” Ash called out. “You came.” He said as he hugged me.

“Yeah, I should’ve stayed home I’m about to have a mental breakdown.” I said when we let go.

“I’m sorry.” His sad eyes looked down at me. I wish it was you instead of him.

“For what?” I asked even through I knew what he was going to say next.

“Making you come to this party. I just want you two to be happy.” I gave him a sincere smile.

“You didn’t make me come Ash and you have nothing to apologize for.” I gave him another smile but his eyes slowly averted from me to something behind me.

“Oh shit…” Was all that he said.

I obviously turned around. What made him have that reaction? It couldn’t be Luke or Laurel cause we are expecting them.

“This is not good Y/N.” He said behind me as my eyes froze on Sabrina’s figure walking through the door.

“It’s not?” What is she doing here? What is she hoping to accomplish? Is she here for me? I think I made it pretty clear for her that she shouldn’t mess with me. Maybe I should have left some mark so she could remember like she did to me. My eye it’s still not fully healed. The dark circle turned into dark greenish little ones. It’s not as bad but it is still visible thru the makeup. I have to admit, that girl knows how to throw a punch.

I could see her eyes scanning the people until they landed on mine. I’m not looking away Sabrina. I need to show her that what happened was real, that I mean business.

Her eyes, finally, continued looking at the people. Looks like I’m not the one she wants after all.

Hum, I wander if the people here knew she would be coming. I scanned the room myself. Scared and excited faces. So they want a show. The question is: Am I in the cast?

“You should leave.” I looked to my side. Calum?

He looked at my frowned brows. “This has nothing to do with you. You should leave.”

Is he serious now? First he apologizes to me and now he tells me to piss off? “I know you don’t like me Calum but-”

“You might get hurt again.” Wha-What?

“I don’t understand you.” I shook my head at him.

“Come on.” He took my hand and moved us through the people and to the door.

We were almost there until he stoped making me crash into his back, his hold on my hand getting tighter.

“Hey Callie. New girlfriend?” That voice. That fucking voice!

I don’t know what happen in my brain, at that moment, but I just wanted to rip her tongue out with my nails. So that’s what I did. Or what I wanted to do because Calum’s arm wrapped around my waist bringing my back against his chest. “Calm down.” He whispered in my ear. “It’s not your fight.”

He’s right. Sabrina’s here. I don’t want to get between these two like one more crazy ex-girlfriend.

My sudden rage stated clearing and my eyes not only focused on her but on the people around me and was when I noticed him behind her.

HE CAME HERE WITH HER? WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?

I don’t know who I hate more, her or him.

“Don’t touch her like that.” His eyes burned in Calum’s as his raspy voice came out making Calum’s arm loosen and Laurel’s brows frown looking at Luke and then at me up and down. Her face turning into one of realization as her posture completely changed to one of possession.

“Well, well, didn’t know they allowed bitches in here.” Sabrina’s voice boomed behind me.

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hey nuggets! long time no see! ^^ i’m so sorry I took so long to update but my pc broke and I had to buy a new one and college is a bitch… anyway hope you liked this chap. please tell me what you think, any ideas that you have. just come and talk to me here. don’t be shy! I love having feed back and knowing what you like most and least will help me write. hope i can get a new update soon. bye love ya all 

p.s. don’t give up on me or my writing!! *cries*

Happy birthday, pagedancer87!

On this  20th day of September, we want to wish @pagedancer87 a very happy birthday! To help you celebrate, @booksrockmyface has written a special Everlark story just for you! Hope you have a great day! :)

Title: Switch-Up

Gift for: pagedancer87

Rating: T

Author’s note: In all honesty, the first thing that came to mind with body swapping was Charmed. There’s an episode where Piper and Leo have their powers swapped by their unborn baby when they are fighting. So that was the original inspiration. I hope it brings you heaps of joy on your birthday! Many thanks to @writingbutunpublished for reminding me of more details of that episode, helping me come up with this concept, and helping smooth it all out in the end.

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I slowly open my eyes, feeling the pressure on my chest. It’s odd because I’m usually the one stretched over Peeta.

And then I see the dark hair. Not blonde.

“What—” I cut off before I can say anything else. It was deeper than my own voice. But it came from my mouth.

The head on my chest stirs and looks up at me.

With my eyes.

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“I hate you.” Steve said, his voice laced with anger and disgust.

“You should’ve told me this six months ago.” Darcy said, standing in the doorway of the equipment room. “It would’ve saved me a lot of frustration, that came with having to deal with your stubborn ass.”

“Darce,” Steve started to apologize, but Darcy interrupted him.

“It’s okay, I knew you weren’t talking about me.” She replied, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Sorry for ruining your hour of sanity. I can only imagine how much you need it. Jarvis shouldn’t have called you.” Darcy tried not to laugh, as she watched Steve look up at the ceiling.

“J was only concerned about you.” Darcy explained. “Everybody here cares about you. I care about you, so no more apologies.” Steve let out a sigh, feeling defeated. They could read each other like books. Something that he loved, and sometimes annoyed him.

“Just having a bad day.” He finally said.

“You need this more than me.” Darcy handed him the cup. “It’s my grandmother’s secret recipe.”

Steve took a big gulp. His eyes closed, and making a ‘mmm’ sound. There was a smile of bliss or pleasure on his face, as he savored the flavor. Real homemade Hot Chocolate, not from a packet or can.

“Do I need to leave the two of you alone.” She was unable to resist making a joke out of his reaction. Steve’s eyes opened wide, and he almost choked.

“Just feeling like a man out of time.“ He confessed, changing the subject. Darcy reached up with her right hand cupping his cheek, and Steve leaned into her touch. The lost and lonely look in his eyes slowly fading away.

“Don’t get me wrong I know I’m lucky, but I do miss my old life.“ He continued. “When people saw Steve Rogers, instead of just Captain America. I try to hide my frustration, and how pissed off I am.“

“Do you really hate Captain America that much?” Darcy asked the question, that had been weighing on the tip of her tongue. Steve removed her hand from his face. She immediately regretted her question, afraid that he was going to walk away. That fear quickly disappered when he didn’t let go.

“I know people sometimes forget about the man wearing the suit.” She felt him gently squeeze her hand, and Darcy was glad she hadn’t scared him away. “I’ve seen all the punching bags you destroyed. Who says that this is a lifetime job? You own the suit, it doesn’t own you.”

‘It’s not in me to quit.” Steve replied, sounding more emotionally drained than serious. “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I did.”

“I know quitting isn’t you style. Remember, that you’re not alone.” Looking him straight in the eyes, and he understood how serious she was about this. “All I’m saying is stop being the SHIELD, and public’s version of Cap.”

“Make your own version of Captain America.” She replied, then repeated herself. “You own the suit, it doesn’t own you.” Before Steve could respond Darcy cupped his face in her hands, standing on her tippy toes and gave him a short but sweet kiss.

“Sorry for the interuption, Darcy.” Jarvis said. “But, Team Science needs your help.”

“What did the three stooges do this time?’ Clearly annoyed, and reluctantly letting go of Steve.

“Don’t forget your cup.” Steve said, still a little dazed and confused. “There’s still half left.”

“Keep it.” Darcy replied, standing in the doorway. “It tasted better on your lips.” She gave him a wink and a smile, and then was gone. Steve finished the Hot Chocolate, looked at his suit one last time then left.

A week later Darcy and Jane are looking over, or rather arguing over some notes when Steve walked into the lab. The room was dead slience, but the only reaction he cared about was Darcy’s

“What do you think, Sweetheart?” Steve asked, showing off his new suit. Darcy dropped her coffee cup, staring at him speechless. “Good or Bad?”

Darcy just stood there staring, oblivious to anyone but Steve. Jane elbowed Darcy in her left side, bring her out of her trance. She babbled the only thing she had been thinking.

“Are you trying to kill me or turn me on? And, you owe me a cup of coffee.”

“How bout Hot Chocolate?” Steve smiled avoiding the puddle of coffee and glass, and reaching for her right hand. “It makes everything better.”

“Maybe we can figure out the secret ingredient together.” Darcy replied adjusting her grip on his hand, as they walked out of the lab. Jane just shook her head and smiled, as she cleaned up the mess.

The first picture is a manip that I made. It’s the whole inspiration for this story.