and i twist my ankle

AUs

Here are some aus, divided in different themes.

College themed

  1. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
  2. My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
  3. We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances
  4. You peed on my car. You were drunk. I was in the car. There will be hell to pay
  5. My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
  6. It’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay
  7. I swear I’m wearing this Batman costume because of a dare
  8. Accidentally knocked on the wrong dorm room college au
  9. Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider
  10. Somehow, we always end up sitting next to each other during the weekly gatherings to watch [Game of Thrones, SVU, Rupaul’s Drag Race, pick a show] in our dorm’s really good TV room 
  11. I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because i could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

Awkward first meeting themed

  1. “This horrible umbrella won’t extend! Oh shit I just hit you in the stomach/crotch! I’m so sorry!”
  2. “I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please.”
  3. “I drunkenly tried to fight you and knocked myself out but you were kind enough to take care of me till I woke up.”
  4. Trapped in a bank during a robbery 
  5. “I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night”
  6. “Last night was a haze for both of us and somehow we woke up hungover in a bed that isn’t either of ours and also neither of us recognize this apartment we should probably get out of here before someone calls the cops on us”
  7. “You found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life”
  8. ‘you thought i was someone else and started making out with me at a club and you’re really hot so i just went with it and now we’re heading back to your place and idk how to break it to you’
  9. ‘we’re two thirds of the threesome we had last night and we’re walking awkwardly out of the last persons’s apartment together’
  10. ‘i’ve had a really awful day so i started kicking a car out of frustration and it turned out to be your car i’m so sorry’
  11. “I ordered pizza but the pizzeria got my order wrong so now I’m screaming at my really cute pizza delivery boy because I’m angry and very hungry”

Nobility themed

  1. “your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it”
  2. “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”
  3. “i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways”

Opposites attract themed

  1. a hopeless romantic and a single-but-proud meet at a store on valentine’s day. the latter is buying valentine cards ironically, the former buying them sincerely in hopes of getting a date
  2. a scary-looking person who unintentionally makes kids cry and a daycare volunteer meet at a children-filled park
  3. rebellious teenager who’s failing all their classes is assigned a studious tutor
  4. really distinguished food critic and fast food chef
  5. a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date

High school themed

  1. “We’re the only ones in detention”
  2. “I desperately need my books but my locker is blocked and you’re the only one in the hall”
  3. “Someone wrote I’m cute in the bathroom stall and your notes match the handwriting”
  4. “I twisted my ankle and you’re the only one here strong enough to carry me to the nurse’s office but we’re both really awkward”
  5. “We were both left out when everyone was picking partners and now we always choose each other when we have classes together”
  6. “I lent you my cool pencil months ago and you still use it”
  7. “I accidentally took your notebook thinking it was mine and you have really nice handwriting and cute doodles”
  8. “You started sitting by me at lunch because I’m alone at my table but we never talk to each other”
  9. “I was really hungry but had no money and you bought me lunch even though I don’t know you”
  10. “I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are”
  11. “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us”
  12. sharing a textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners
  13. found their phone number in a library book
  14. dancing partners
  15. younger siblings are best friends
  16. playing romantic interests in a play
  17. “yes i understand that it’s may and this classroom is stuffy but why are you taking your shirt off and why aren’t you in trouble (not that i mind)”
  18. “i can’t believe you dropped the frog we’re dissecting on tHE FLOOR WHAT THE FUCK”
  19. “i’m fightin this person and they shoved me into u im sooo sorry- oh hey you’re cute- oH MY GOD UR KICKIN ASS MARRY ME!!! PLEASE!!!!”
  20. “you asked me to prom by filling my locker with ping pong balls that say “prom?” on them but i tripped on one and smacked my head on a locker but thanks for taking me to the nurse!!! i still want to go with you!!”

Ridicously sentence themed

  1. “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“ 
  2. "Quick catch that cat it stole my wallet!”
  3. “I hope you know that my name is actually ________.”
  4. “That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.”
  5. “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" 
  6. “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”
  7. “I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”
  8. “I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.”
  9. “I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

Height difference themed

  1. “I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”
  2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”
  3. “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”
  4. “You are very tall and I am very short so you run into me all the time and honestly this is getting ridiculous”
  5. I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”
  6. “We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs” 
  7. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

Reincarnation themed

  1. I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life
  2. We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime

Mythical creatures themed

  1. “i’m a newly-turned werewolf without a pack and i can’t really control myself well on full moon nights yet and you keep finding me passed out naked on your lawn”
  2. “i got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and ended up getting adopted by someone who is really hot OH NO”
  3. “i’m a history major and i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class”

Funny meeting at a party themed

  1. “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me”
  2. “spilled my drink down your shirt and then tried to drink it off you”
  3. “we had an impromptu rap duet in the middle of the party”
  4. “you kept asking everyone to play the cha cha slide then proceeded to pass out when the song started”
  5. “you keep shouting “THIS IS MY JAM” at every song that comes on i have a headache the size of nebraska you’re lucky you’re cute”
  6. “whenever you saw me you’d shout ‘WHOOOOOOOOO’ really loudly and then do finger guns at me before walking off to god knows where”
  7. “you thought I was your friend and pulled me up on the table to dance with you now you’re shirtless and grinding on me”
  8. “you got up to the mic and started singing and holy shit you’re really good???”
  9. “you’re really bad at beer pong but you do this really cute dance before you throw the ball so I’m letting you stay on my team”
  10. “our mutual friend dared the two of us to chug a whole pint of beer and I’m not going to let you beat me”
  11. “we both grabbed for the last bottle of the good beer and i’m not saying we’re going to fight for it but we are”

Competitive themed

  1. we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust
  2. I used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event
  3. a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if I’m going down you’re going down with me
  4. you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year I am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me I will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um
  5. we’re always making stupid bets like 'bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you
  6. did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

“We’re bad at dating” themed

  1. I can’t tell whether this is a date because you asked to see a movie but I’m still not sure you’re queer, and I’m toeing the line because maybe you’re just trying to make friends
  2. I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date
  3. We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up
  4. We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date
  5. We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?
  6. You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole

a sterek fic inspired by this stupid thing because how could I not

It’s a common saying among Stiles’ friends that he doesn’t have a lot of dignity. To be perfectly honest, Stiles agrees with them (as much as he argues against the point whenever they bring it up).

But this is probably a new low.

Well, not new-new, because this is into the fourth week of the habit and if he was a better person, he’d have stopped by now. He’s not a better person in this instance, but he’s made peace with it.

‘It’ being watching his stubbled neighbour jog past his place every morning in sweatpants and obviously non-supportive underwear. There’s a lot of movement down there. A lot.

“I mean, with that much jiggle, he’s gotta know, right?” Stiles asks his window pane, behind which he’s fake writing on his laptop.

They’re not quite neighbours, there’s about half a block between them for which Stiles’ sanity is thankful. Otherwise who knows what ludicrous amateur spying would have occurred.

As it is, he is very thankful he accidentally set his alarm for five am two (it was four) mornings in a row, because now he knows that this is a morning ritual for his neighbour.

Today hot neighbour is wearing the cut off, grey sweats. They’re a personal favourite of Stiles’ (better than the dark blue ones, which make it harder to see) because it means not only can he get a clear view of his neighbour’s dick as it swings forward against the fabric, but also his sweaty, perfectly muscled calves.

Stiles sighs out and bangs his head once against the window pane, a small punishment that is also part of the routine.

What is not part of the routine, is hot neighbour looking into Stiles’ window, and seeing Stiles’ face smooshed against the glass, after which he trips, possibly in disgust, or just simple distraction.

Stiles’ first reaction is to panic. He pushes his chair back from the desk and slams his laptop closed.

His second reaction is that he should call someone to come help.

His third reaction is to realise that, hold on, he can go and help.

Stiles rushes out his front door and into the chilly morning air.

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Bad Boy
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *nursing a cut above Sherlock's eye* I can't believe she actually punched you.
  • Sherlock: *winced* People don't like it when their affair is exposed to their entire family, even if the murderer was caught. Lesson learned.
  • Molly: *smirks* You were showing off.
  • Sherlock: A bit.
  • Molly: *smoothes his hair aside* There. Good as new. Try not to entice anymore guilty widows to punch you, yeah?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* It's me, Molly.
  • Molly: *chuckles* Still... *ruffles his hair; thoughtful* looks hot, though. I always did like a bad boy *giggles; leaves*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *raises an eyebrow*
  • A FEW DAYS LATER
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *reading on her sofa*
  • -knocking-
  • Molly: *opens the door*
  • Sherlock: *gently prodding his black eye; wincing* Didn't work...
  • Molly: *arms folded* Another widow.
  • Sherlock: An old lady. Someone tried to mug her *shrugs* I stepped in.
  • Molly: *bites her lip* Oh...
  • Sherlock: *gestures* May I...
  • Molly: *shakes her head* Sorry, yes. Right *pulls him inside* err, sit down. I-I'll just... *hurries to the bathroom*
  • Sherlock: *smirks*
Send me a number and a paring, and I’ll write a ficlet!
  1. “Here, let me see.”
  2. “Don’t look down.”
  3. “I’m sorry I yelled at you…”
  4. “Will you just hold still?”
  5. “This isn’t just about you…”
  6. “What’s that behind your back?”
  7. “When you’re happy, I’m happy.”
  8. “I wish this moment could last forever…”
  9. “There’s a leaf in your hair.”
  10. “I think I twisted my ankle…”
  11. "Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?”
  12. "Look into my eyes, what do you see?”
  13. “Of course you’d believe that…”
  14. “Your hands are so much larger than mine.”
  15. “Shhh, they’ll hear us.”
  16. “It doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches…”
  17. “Remember when you used to care?”
  18. "Why didn’t you text me back?”
  19. “Will you just tell me the truth?”
  20. “You’re too damn cute.”
  21. “Why are you laughing?”
  22. “That stuff can’t be good for you!”
  23. “This will only take a second…”
  24. “Don’t look at me like that!”
  25. “This tastes bitter…”
  26. “You think you could do better?”
  27. “Isn’t this a gorgeous view?”
  28. “You’ve been so selfish lately!”
  29. “Anything but that!”
  30. “Why did you think that was a good idea?”
  31. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.”
  32. “Your eyes are red… Were you crying?”
  33. “We’re running low on time here.”
  34. “You’ve got something on your cheek.”
  35. “If I could just get you to understand…”
  36. “Don’t move, it’ll be okay.”
  37. “Hey, don’t raise your voice at me!”
  38. “Let’s take a deep breath…”
  39. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad.”
  40. “You call that music?”
  41. “Damn auto-correct…”
  42. “You can’t have it both ways.”
  43. “I’ve made a huge mistake…”
  44. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone screws up.”
  45. “You can’t do that!”
  46. “If you love it so much, then why don’t you marry it?”
  47. “We go on three…”
  48. “I’m not bothering you, am I?”
  49. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
  50. “I forgot you used to like this stuff!”

@belatedbeliever1127 helped me compile this list, since we wanted more fic request options. Feel free reblog and join in!

The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1 Part 2Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut



Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot:  The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

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Imagine: Fili Getting Concerned over Your Injury

Originally posted by ghisborne

(SEQUEL to Balin Giving You Love Advice, as requested!  In case you haven’t read the original, here it is! https://rainydaydream-gal.tumblr.com/post/158675686677/imagine-balin-giving-you-love-advice )

   You made your way back to camp, one arm wrapped around a bundle of firewood you gathered while the other hand touched your braid.  A smile grew on your face as you recalled the bonding time with Balin.  He had become like a grandfather figure to you and just made it official by braiding your hair.  You were basically family now.  Not to mention the elderly dwarf had sealed the deal by imparting some love advice to you.  It was a sneaky plan, really.  He suggested that you fake an injury, a twist of the ankle maybe, in order to get your crush’s attention.  Of course, you didn’t take the advice.  The Company had plenty of things to deal with.  That last thing you wanted was to make anyone worry over a fake injury. Balin’s suggestion had been hilarious, nonetheless.  To think that he could be so mischievous…  It made you smile and even laugh aloud a few times on the way back with the firewood.  You almost hadn’t noticed one of your comrades approach you several minutes later.  

    “Hey, _______,” Kili greeted you with a big grin. “How is my favorite female Company member doing?”

    “I’m the only female Company member,” you reminded, eyeing him suspiciously.  That grin of his was just too big.  He was up to something.  But then again, the young dwarf prince was always up to something.

    “My point still stands,” he retorted.  The grin faltered, but morphed into more of a smirk.

    “What’s going on?” you asked, suspicion growing into concern.  His smirk vanished, and he looked a little more on the nervous side.

    “Oh, nothing.  Nothing at all.”  He rocked back on his heels for a moment, hands folded behind his back as he glanced around in an attempt at nonchalance.  “Beautiful night.”

    “Yeah, it is,” you glanced up at the night sky, which you could barely see through the canopy of trees in the forest.  Stars shone like distant diamonds through gaps in the branches.  The moon was very bright and cast rays of silver on the scene.  “The sky is so clear.”

    “Mhm.”  He nodded.

    “And the moon is really bright.  I haven’t seen a moon like that in a long time.”

   “Indeed.”

   “Yep.”   You tore your gaze away from the sky and let it rest on him for a moment.  The moon cast dark shadows on his face.  He seemed to be staring at something distractedly over your shoulder.  Before you could turn to look, he spoke up suddenly.

    “Um, what’s that over there?  Is that an owl?” he nearly shouted, pointing to your right.  An alarm went off somewhere in your mind, a warning of sorts.  But you ignored it in the heat of the moment as you turned to see what he was pointing at.  Of course nothing was there.  There were only trees looming before you.  No owl, or whatever.

    “Kili-”

    Your inquiry was cut off when a sudden shove from your left side caused you to stumble.  Arms flailed in a sad attempt to establish balance, but it was no use.  A tree root caught on your foot, and a sharp pain jabbed in your ankle as you fell to the forest floor.  

    “Ow!” you winced, sitting up slightly on your elbows. Your eyes flashed up to glare at the culprit.  “Why did you do that?”

    A smirk appeared on his face for barely a millisecond, but it vanished just as quickly.  You wondered if you imagined it.

    “________!  Are you alright?”  A familiar voice called from behind.  Footsteps hurried through the grass and fallen leaves until a certain dwarf prince stood in front of you, his concerned blue eyes gazing at you.

    “I’m fine, I just….fell,” you replied, cheeks flushing red from embarrassment.  Of course it had to be Fili to see you like this. The only dwarf in the Company that you would have preferred not to see you falling to the ground clumsily.  Your eyes flickered to Kili briefly in irritation.

    Fili followed your gaze to his brother immediately, and put two and two together. “What did you do?”

    Kili threw his hands up, feigning innocence. “It was an accident!  I barely bumped into her, brother.  I didn’t realize she would fall so easily.”

    “You should be more careful,” Fili huffed to the dark-haired prince before turning to hold out a hand towards you with a charming smile.  “Here.”

    You offered a small grateful smile as you took his hand.  But when the strong dwarf lifted you to your feet effortlessly, the sharp pain returned to your ankle, making you crumble to your knees again.  “Ouch!”

    “What?  What’s wrong?”  Fili questioned, kneeling in front of you.  His eyes searched your face anxiously.   You didn’t mean for him to be upset, but it was kind of sweet for him to be fussing so much.        

    “It’s okay,” you assured him.  “I think I may have twisted my ankle in the fall.”

    His expression turned from anxious to serious, his eyebrows furrowing.  “Kili, go tell Oin.  Now.”

    It was strange to see Kili leaving with a smug look on his face.  What on earth was he smirking about, anyway?  There was absolutely nothing funny about the situation!  Your thoughts were interrupted by Fili sliding an arm behind your back.  

   “Can you wrap your arms around my neck?” he asked.

   You blinked.  “What?”

   “It will take Oin forever to finally understand what Kili is trying to tell him.  We might as well get you to a more comfortable spot back at camp,” he explained. You barely understood what he was saying because the close proximity with someone you fancied was throwing you off a bit.

    “You don’t have to do that,” you protested.

    “I’m not going to let you limp back to camp.” He flashed a charming grin beneath his braided moustache.  “So you might as well allow me the pleasure of helping you.”

     It only took a few seconds of his blue eyes, glinting with amusement, staring into yours for you to give in.  “Okay,” you agreed, giving a small nod.  His grin grew wider as you tentatively wrapped your arms around his neck.  With one arm still around your back, he carefully slid his other arm under your legs and lifted you up with ease.  It was quiet all of a sudden, and the only sounds you could hear were his footsteps in the forest and your own heart beating wildly.  It was unbearable.

    “Thorin’s going to be mad,” you muttered.  “I didn’t get the firewood…”

    “Nevermind him,” Fili chuckled softly.  He looked down at you, and the light-hearted sound faltered as he did a double-take.  “Your hair,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.  “It’s…braided.”    

    “Yeah, I know.  It was really getting on my nerves.  I’m really glad that he braided it for me.  I was having trouble finding a clip to keep it together.”

    “He?”  Now there was no mistaking the downcast expression.

    “Yes,” you nodded.  “Balin.”

    “Balin?” his brows rose incredulously for a moment. Then, he full-on laughed.  “As a gesture of grandfatherly love, I presume.”

    “Well, of course,” you laughed.  “Because I don’t have any family members on this journey to do it for me.”

    “Of course,” he repeated.   The silence in the conversation returned for a minute as Fili stepped over a particularly large fallen tree.  “I must admit, I was disappointed for a moment.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “When I thought someone else had braided your hair.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “That someone was courting you.”

    “Oh,” you blushed at the unexpected confession. “I would have been disappointed too, if it were anyone other than you.”  Your eyes widened at the realization you said that aloud.  Oh no…You probably crossed a line at that one… But to your relief, Fili was grinning.

    He opened his mouth, probably to retort with some witty flirt, but was interrupted when two members of the Company came crashing into the clearing.

    “Here’s Oin,” Kili announced.  He paused when he saw Fili carrying you and you with your arms around his neck.  He smiled slyly.  “It looks like you took things into your own hands, Fee.”

    “Well, it took you long enough to find Oin,” he retorted.

    “You might as well bring her right to camp,” Oin told him.  “I’ll have a look at her ankle then.”  The four of you continued only a few yards before emerging into the clearing where camp was.  You wanted to hide your face from Balin’s smug look as he watched Fili carefully set you down on a bedroll.  Oin knelt to take a look at your ankle.  “It’s not broken,” he announced.  “Just a sprain.  But you might want to stay off it for the rest of the night.  I’ll let Thorin know.”

    “Thank you, Oin.”

    Across the way, Balin was watching the scene with arms folded.  Kili went over to join him, and they shook hands.  Then it clicked.  Balin’s advice.  Kili randomly pushing you over “on accident” so you just happened to sprain your ankle….  

    You glanced at Fili, who watched as Oin wrapped up your injured ankle, and then you stared at Balin and Kili in absolute disbelief.   They waved back with pleasant smiles on their faces.  It looks like you took Balin’s advice, whether you wanted to or not.

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.3

A/N: I appreciate all the kind anons, glad you all actually liked the first two parts. Okay so, I think I gonna try to stick with this as long as you guys enjoy it. I need at least 100 notes for the next chapter, cuties💕

Oh and sorry if some of the details don’t apply to you. Once again due to the request it’s focused on POC, and since I don’t know you guys I kind of just fill in holes with things about myself so sorry.

**Warning** : Just slight smut, nothing too heavy


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“Are we there yet?” You complained as the sun was practically melting your back.

Calum had decided to pick you up today and drive you all the way to the other side of town just to take you to the park. He kept repeating that there was the most beautiful view, but what he forgot to mention was how long you two had to actually walk to get there. So, here you were at a park you’ve never been to with beads of sweat rolling down your face from walking up hills for more than fifteen minutes. You were never an outdoor type of person and even though you played volleyball all throughout high school, you weren’t as athletic anymore. It didn’t help that you had decided to wear sandals today either.

“Stop your whining, we’re almost there.”

You let out a sigh as you trudged up the hill to catch up to Calum. Your eyes widened when you realized that there was one more huge hill and that’s when you called it quits.

“Oh fuck no.” You shook your head, having a seat in the grass.“ I’m done.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s not that bad.”

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Dating Kai would include

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kim Jongin

- gosh this would be the cutest relationship
- walks in the park
- probably likes holding you by the waist
- he just needs everyone to know that you’re his
- most likely will see something in the store that reminds him of you and gets it
- but you do the same thing so when you see each other you’re both like aW
- teasing each other
- “lmao remember that time when you-”
- “tHAT WAS TWO YEARS AGO”
- Chanyeol and Sehun are your new best friends
- tbh you and Jongin would be passed out on the couch together taking a nap
- and you hear faint giggling in the background but ignore it bc Jongin is so warm and cuddly and you’re so sleepy
- then you two wake up and Chanyeol and Sehun are looking you guys and laughing
- and Kai is laughing at you and you’re like ????
- and you look at his face and start laughing
- and then you realize why they were laughing and now they’re running from you
- Kyungsoo be watching out for his man
- just kidding he’s most likely just shy and making sure ur legit enough for his best friend
- but you don’t think he likes you
- and then one day you roast your boyfriend and you see D.O laugh a lil bit
- s u c c e s s
- grocery shopping at night bc two lil night owls
- buying snacks and munchies and a couple movies
- followed by passing out halfway through the first movie
- being his biggest fan and supporter for his dancing
- he’ll get so excited to show you a new routine he came up with
- one day he catches you trying to learn how to dance to Monster and you’re like in the zone right
- but you keep messing up and start getting frustrated and he’s laughing bc how are u so cute
- then he’ll come up next to you and try teaching you step by step
- “ok so move your foot like this- no jagi like t h i s, see?”
- “wtf how do u do that ???”
- “just turn it. Jagi- Y/N just twist it-”
- “IF I KEEP TWISTING IM GOING TO BREAK MY ANKLE”
- when you think you have it down he does the dance with you
- and you kinda gradually stop midway and just look at him bc
- no thank u it’s too much
- When you’re walking together at the park with his dogs and kids come up to pet them
- and he’s so incredibly sweet towards them
- he’ll kneel down and be like !!! go ahead !! pet him !! :)
- and he’ll answer all their questions and laugh with them and be so nice and your heart just m e l t s
- sometimes when you two are sitting on the couch he’ll play with your hair and start humming
- other times he’ll start singing softly and my god
- his voice
- please appreciate the river of gold that is his voice
- when you’re sad he’ll listen
- followed by doing the stupidest things to make you laugh
- “what did I do to deserve you”
- instead of responding he’ll just attack you with a hug to hide his blushing
- but you wanna see his SMILE
- “I could ask you the same thing”
- but also
- Kai vs. Jongin
- legit you’ll be teasing and making fun of each other and it’s all cute right
- “shhh jagiya just shushhh”
- “no make me >:l ”
- KAI MODE ACTIVATED
- lip bite
- mischievous smile
- ur pinned down
- gets r e a l c l o s e
- “what was that?”
- R.I.P @ u
- just kidding he’ll start laughing and get off bc u looked so scared and cute and you’re hitting him with a pillow
- he’ll make it up later tho
- ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)
- sometimes he’ll get sad and look for you because holding you is his safe place
- and you don’t even have to say anything, just as long as you’re there he’ll be okay
- A relationship with Kim Jongin would exert nothing but unending love and support
- you’re so so lucky

Tianshan Swimming Headcanon

He Tian is a professional swimmer and he would always go to the same public pool because of the super pretty lifeguard over there(aka Guan Shan). He Tian comes in the morning to do laps and hopefully, have some alone time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) with Guan Shan. While swimming, he would purposely show off his well-toned muscles and sculpted calves by exaggerating his mouvements in the hopes of impressing the man he fancies. Guan Shan, on his side, is slightly embarrassed to watch him swim because he knows that He Tian is a great swimmer so he would just glance at him while he pretends to read a book.

One day, the pool was filled with people so it was harder for He Tian to grab Guan Shan’s attention. Then, He Tian decides to fake drown just to see how Guan Shan would react. Guan Shan, who saw through his schemes, decides to take his rescue pole to fish him out of the water.

dokurochrome  asked:

Time for a tough one. Late at night Yuuri swang between venting about bad feels and rambling about Victor, meaning to delete the venting before he fell asleep, but alas, he fell asleep, and now Victor sees all.

Forget

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
You know it is a bad day when you manage to annoy your fiancé

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Failed almost all my jumps today at the rink, it was horrible.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Pretty sure I bruised something

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
But @v-nikiforov was so perfect today. I’ve only seen little bits, but prepare to be surprised with his FS

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
My FS will probably be a huge failure, can’t seem to do anything right

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
@yuri-plisetsky
FS is so beautiful, I can see why he is nicknamed a fairy.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Yeah, last year was probably a flunk. Probably won’t get on the podium this year

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Are you kidding me? I’ll give you a few reasons why: @v-nikiforov @yuri-plisetsky @christophe-gc @phichit+chu

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
And a few more: @Jjleroy!15 @seung-gillee @mickey-crispino @+guanghongji+ @+Leodela+

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
@v-nikiforov
left me katsudon pirozkhi in the fridge, I’m crying

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
How can one man be so perfect

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
I don’t feel like I am good enough for @v-nikiforov

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
Note to self: Delete all these posts later

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
I think I twisted my ankle today, not good.

Yuuri Katsuki @yuurikatsuki
I’m think I will go to bed and cuddle by fiancé while I still can.


Victor frowned sadly as he slowly read through Yuuri’s twitter posts from the night before.

He glanced away from his phone towards his sleeping fiancé.

“Yuuri,” he sighed while shaking his head as he lifted a hand to run it through his fiancés hair. The sleeping man shifted, leaning further into the hand in his hair. “Silly little thing,” Victor mumbled before leaning down to wake his beautiful fiancé up with kisses.

It didn’t take long for the room to be filled with Yuuri’s adorable giggles as he attempted to wiggle away from him.

“Vitya,” Yuuri giggled while attempting to push him away.

“Yusha, my beautiful, beautiful, Yusha,” he cooed while nuzzling into his fiancés neck.

“Vitya, too early,” Yuuri whined.

“My gorgeous, talented Yusha,” he continued to mumble.

“Vitya?” Yuuri questioned.

“My Yusha,” he said while pulling back to look his fiancé in the eye.

“What is all this about?” Yuuri questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“My Yusha should know better than to doubt himself,” he said while capturing Yuuri’s lips in a soft kiss.

“Crap, I forgot to delete them,” Yuuri mumbled.

“You did. Which means I have to remind you just how much I love you,” he cooed softly while leaning down to kiss Yuuri again before he could protest.

Twitter War AU

You’re the Best Accident I’ve Ever Had

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Word Count: 1,067

‘Of course, it had to happen in America.’ Seokjin thought as he was hurried of to the hospital.

'At least it happened during the end of the concert.’ he tried to remain optimistic, but he still felt bad about his accident.

The concert was hyped, loud, and the fans and the members of BTS were having fun performing and interacting together, even through the language barrier. But he stepped in the wrong place, moved at the wrong time, and he stumbled in his dance, feeling a sharp pain in his ankle that caused him to fall down in pain. The managers were on him in an instant, helping him off stage as the crowd voiced there concerns. He remembered hearing Namjoon assure the fans that he’d be alright before he was shoved into one of the managers vans, zooming off to the closest hospital in Los Angeles. Seokjin felt guilty about his actions and he wished he could apologize to the fans about his silly mistake ruining everything.

He pushed the thought aside when they stopped in front of the emergency room, the manager guiding him in. There was a sign on the reception desk, and with his broken English he could make out “Ask, help, languages, and Korean”. Seokjin assumed that there were doctors here that spoke different languages to cater to the patients needs. He was correct when he heard his manager ask for a doctor that spoke Korean. He was quickly rushed into a hospital room and he sat on the examination table patiently with his manager waiting outside. The door opened and the doctor walked inside.

The doctor was really pretty Seokjin concluded; she was about his age, she wore the long coats that doctors wore and it showcased her legs nicely, and her smile almost blinded him.

’This is the best accident ever.’ Jin thought and he smiled back enthusiastically

"H-Hi! I’m Seokjin.” he spoke slowly in English and the doctor smiled even wider when she heard him speak.

“That was good Mr. Kim, but you understand I can speak Korean fluently, correct?” she said in Korean, her lips quirking upwards when Seokjin blushed and affirmed her statement in his native language.

“So, why don’t you tell me why you’re here?” she started, taking out the arm wrapped to measure his blood pressure.

“Oh, I was performing, and I kinda stumbled during the dance and fell. I think I twisted my ankle.”  he said sheepishly as she took his blood pressure and temperature.

“I see, so you’re a dancer?” she asked. Her tone of voice wasn’t mocking and she seemed genuinely interested in him, which made Seokjin’s heart flutter.

“No, no, I’m a singer. I’m in a band though, and I kinda have to dance during our performances.” he explained, and the doctor hummed in acknowledgement, throwing him a small smile. She placed her stethoscope under his shirt and asked him to breathe in and out slowly.

“If you don’t mind me prying, what band?” she asked, moving the stethoscope around to hear his heart beat in different places.

“BTS.” Seokjin said proudly and the doctor smirked.

“I thought so, my niece has your posters on her wall at home, she really admires you and your group, she always raves about Jimin. She plays your music a lot, 'Coffee’ and 'Outro: Wings’ are my personal favorites.” the doctor said, writing down his pulse rate before grabbing a small chair that, when she sat down, put her in line with his ankle. Seokjin chuckled, a small smile adorning his features when he heard the doctor was a fan.

“Most of the younger girls love our Jiminie. He’s so talented. What about you miss? Since you seem to know our group?” he asked. The doctor looked up at him and smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she pulled up the leg of his pants slightly.

“Let me look at your ankle Seokjin.” she said, examining his ankle carefully. She did this for a few minutes before rising.

“It’s just a sprain. Nothing too bad, I’ll have to wrap it up and you’ll have to be on crutches for a little while, but couldn’t been much worse.” she said, grabbing the wrapping bandages underneath the counter by the sink before sitting back down.

“I’d give you a proper thanks, but I never caught your name.” Seokjin teased, and the doctor clicked her tongue playfully.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.” she said, wrapping up his ankle in methodical motions. She cut off the wrapping when it was tight enough, and taped it off.

“I’ll be back with some crutches.” she said. When Y/N opened the door, the rest of BTS came storming in, checking up on their oldest member. Y/N laughed and walked out, giving the boys some time.

“Are you alright?” Yoongi asked, hopping up next to him on the table.

“Yeah, yeah, totally.” he said airily.

“Your cheeks are red.” Taehyung teased, poking them gently.

“Yah, respect your elders.” Seokjin said, but his words weren’t laced with harm or seriousness. There was a knock at the door and Y/N returned into the room with the crutches in her arms. The boys looked at her and she bent down into a bow.

“Here. Rest up your foot and don’t move so much, alright.” she said, handing Seokjin the crutches.

“You speak Korean? Awesome!” Jimin said in awe, making Y/N giggle and Jin glare at the mochi-like boy.

“I do. Would you mind if I got a picture? My niece would never let me live if she knew you all were here.” Y/N said sheepishly. The band agreed and posed quickly for a picture in the small examination room.

“Doctor L/N, you never did tell me who your favorite was.” Seokjin said as the guys filed out of the room. Y/N helped him into his crutches, holding him up with one arm, the other hand holding the autographs she had gotten for her niece as well. When he was situated, Y/N looked up at him and smiled.

“You.” she spoke softly. Seokjin’s smile brightened the room.

“Here,” he said, grabbing her hand and the pen resting on the counter, scribbling his number on the back of her hand. “Call me sometime? I’d like to hear from you again.” Y/N nodded, her cheeks lightly rising with color.

“As long as you don’t come back to me with a sprained ankle.” she teased, and Seokjin, still holding Y/N’s hand, kissed her knuckles softly.

“Deal.”

#43 The Gang Leader (Harry Styles)

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Where are you?

The light flashed on the screen of my mobile, stealing my attention away from the class. Annoyed, I took it off the table and threw it in my bag. After class, still vibrating in intervals, I took it out.

Call me ASAP.

What does ASAP mean?

Honey, I need to talk to you now. Where are you?

Have you seen the update? I need to talk to you before that.

Okay, I think you must have seen it. Is that why you aren’t talking?

It’s been 2 hours! C’mon! I need to talk to you.

Pick the fuck up.

I picked up the incoming call to avoid answering the texts.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He yelled.

“In class! My gosh! If I’m not answering your messages or your call, I would be busy, right?” I yelled back.

“No, you’re supposed to answer my texts!”

“When have I answered texts!” He wasn’t making sense.

“Okay. Point. Where are you?” He asked, calming down.

“Just got out of class! She took a two-hour lecture. My head hurts.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Wait, Mike is right outside the building. Climb into the car, and come here.”

“Where is here? I rather go home, Harry,” I told him, already tired of the long day.

“It’s not safe right now. Come here and rest.” He cut the call, and I had to climb into the car. Mike was sitting there, smoking away, and he straightened when he saw me.

“Sorry, Harry asked me to take you back to his house.” He told me, starting the car. They worshipped him, it seems. I’ll never understand gangs.

Harry was the son of the leader of one of the two biggest gangs that ruled this city. And I, a normal international student, who came here on an exchange program and chose to continue my degree here, became his girlfriend. I didn’t know how, because I recently found out about his affiliations with the gang. I was just quite into my course, studying Media and Culture and he just was nice to me from the start.

“We are going to his house? But, that’s so far away!” I groaned.

“Don’t you have a week off, now? Festival and stuff?” Mike asked.

“At least, stop on the way to my place so I can collect my things. I’ll work there.”

“Umm, it’s not safe. We shouldn’t stop.” He fidgeted.

“Please Mike,” I sugar-coated my voice.

“Okay, you will have five minutes, though!”

“Enough.”

I ran up the stairs to my room and took the largest bag out. Dumping some clothes, my prep kit, books, laptop, chargers, everything I could possibly need in the week, and rushed down.

Coming down the stairs, the main door was blocked off. I called Mike, “Dude, the doors shut! What’s happening?”

“Fuck! Charlie’s guys are here! Listen, climb down the back balcony, I’ll pull the car there!” He said, hurried and tensed.

“What? What’s happening! Climb down where?” I tried pushing the door open, but it didn’t budge.

“Call the Boss. We got the girlfriend.” I heard a voice claim and bang the door from outside.

I climbed the first floor and saw Mike pull the car. “Catch my bag!” I threw it down, and he caught it, dumping it in the backseat.

“Be careful. Harry will have my throat!” He said as I climbed down the pipe. Slippery as it was, I twisted my ankle as I hit the ground. But, Mike picked me up and made me sit in the car, before rushing to his side and driving off.

Hitting the main road, I turned around to get my bag, “Mike, we have cars following us!”

“Oh shit! Fuck!” He increased the speed and speed dialled Harry.

“Where the fuck, are you?” He screamed.

“Harry! We have cars following us! We stopped at my place to get my things, and they shut the door, and they said we got the girlfriend, they are catching up, Harry!” I yelled.

“What! You stopped at your place! What did I tell you, Mike! Straight home!” Harry’s voice when angry could make a grown man cry. A little harder, and he could pee in his pants as well.

Mike, increased his speed with Harry’s voice increasing.

“Jason! Tell the lads to leave the warehouse! Keep talking to me, baby.”

“Harry! What is happening?” I asked, scared now.

“Nothing honey, I’ll explain when you reach.” Within no time, we had two cars, right beside us acting as protection against the cars that were following us.

“I hurt my ankle too,” I said, watching the cars following us stop, as we enter the Styles’ Land. The car slowed down as we reached the mansion, and I saw Harry standing outside, with five bodyguards around him.

He opened my car door and picked me up. My hands went around his neck, and he placed a kiss on my lips. “I am sorry for rushing you.”

“I am sorry for delaying the plan. I wanted my stuff,” I whispered. “It’s not Mike’s fault.”

Harry nodded, “Get her bag, and keep it in my room.” He told Mike. We walked inside the lobby, where a nurse was ready to fix my ankle.

“I don’t think it needs more than a spray,” I told her. She checked it and shook her head.

“I am wrapping it up, don’t put pressure on it,” Harry grumbled, in anger.

“It’s my fault,” I repeated.

“No, it’s mine.”

“What happened? Tell me now?” I was genuinely worried now. “Where is your father?”

“He is out of the country. Will come in a week, I messed up.”

“What did you do?” I asked, pulling him closer.

“Old beef with Charlie. Raised it up, again. Family rivalry. It’s just worse this time because, we fought,” Harry sat closer to me, pulling me in his lap. I checked his body for injuries. “I don’t have any, he does though,”

“So, are we having an off because of this? The entire week is off, will it continue for longer?” I asked.

“Till everything calms down,” I sighed. “Well, it’s not my fault that our party’s ruling.” He smirked.

“Take me up.”

“Harry, you’re in the news,” I called for him.

“What?” He ran and sat next to me.

The Styles family clashes again with the Shaw’s. Is it just a fight between the big boys or will it take a political turn?

“What sort of reporters are these?” I said, disgusted.

“I don’t know. You’re studying Media,” He giggled.

“So, I can’t leave the house?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you entertained,” He laughed as pushed me down on the sofa, and climbed on top.

“You guys fight was no reason.”

“Hmm,” He said kissed up my neck.

“You think, I can talk to Charlie? Put some sense into him, too?” He stopped and looked at me. I tried to reach his face, but he held my wrists.

Anger filling his expression, “No, you won’t talk to him.” He said, tightening the hold.

“He was my friend, you know?” I whimpered.

“I said, no.” And he climbed off me.

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A Crisis

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1675ish

Warnings: like one curse word, descriptions of a sprained ankle

Prompt: “We can’t have a crisis- my schedule is already full.”

Summary: While Tom and Harrison were jumping around on a trampoline floor, Tom had to avoid a child to make sure he didn’t he didn’t hit her. Because of this, he landed on his foot the wrong way, spraining his ankle.

A/N: I hope you guys know what im talking about when I say trampoline floors cause I don’t know how common they are around the world.

(I got the gif HERE)

Tom’s POV

“Ow, ow, ow!”

“Stop moving it then, you idiot,” Harrison chastised Tom as he sat him on the bench that was placed on the outskirts of the trampolines. Harrison had practically carried Tom away from the trampoline floor with his arm wrapped around the blonde’s shoulders. It was the only way for Tom move anywhere, considering how much pain his left ankle is in.

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Zach Dempsey #4

Request: Can you do an imagine with Zach where him and the reader (girl) get into a fight and she ignores him and goes to Bryce’s with all the other boys and gets high or drunk, which is totally unlike her, and she gets hurt somehow and Zach takes care of her and they make up, please?❤️

A/N: I love writing these requests from you guys! Please keep sending in more of these!

Originally posted by kareligomleeek


Zach and I have been together for a whole while now and I really love him.
I do. With all my heart.

But sometimes he’s just an idiot; not on purpose but he is.
Especially when it comes to basketball.
When he plays or the guys dare him to play, he just zooms out.

Just like today.
We agreed on having lunch together today due to our busy schedule with school we haven’t had much time for each other.
But lunch at Rosie’s today should be like a fresh start.
All exams and papers for this year are finished, so we still have time for each other.
Or so I thought.
Because Mr. Dempsey decided not to show up nor text me why.
That was two hours ago and now I am done waiting.

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On Love’s Light Wings

Simon runs into Baz before 8th year begins. An unspoken truce is made that leads to Simon realizing he might not hate Baz after all.

As always many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta, I don’t know what I would do without her!

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Simon

“Why didn’t you warn me that you fell Snow? Now we’re both stuck here,” he spits.

And suddenly I realize how close we are. He fell on top of me and there’s not really much space for him to move away. And this is probably too high for us to climb. I couldn’t either way; I’m pretty sure I twisted my ankle when I fell.

“Fuck off, Baz.” I should have warned him, but I was distracted trying to get up on my feet when I heard him running and a few seconds later he fell on top of me. The tosser.

He tries to move away then and I give a small cry when a shot of pain rushes through me. He fell right on top of my injured leg so I immediately grab him so that he stops moving.

“Take your hands off me,” he says, but doesn’t try to move away.

I don’t take my hands off him. Instead I look him in the eyes. It’s dark down here but there’s still enough light that I can see him looking at me with concern on his face. Never thought I’d see Baz worried about me.

“I hurt my foot when I landed here. Are you hurt?” I ask him, because it’s my fault that he’s also stuck here.

“No, I’m okay,” he tells me quietly, now looking me in the eyes. “Let me heal your foot so that we can leave this place, okay?”

“Okay,” I tell him. When he starts to move again I hiss from the pain which makes him mumble “fuck I’m sorry” and that amazes me. Baz never said sorry to me before.

He turns towards my leg, grabs his wand and casts ”Early to bed and early to rise” and ”Get well soon” over and over, and I start to feel the pain going away.

I still don’t know if we can climb this hole to get out of here, but at the moment I don’t care.

I realize that I’m still holding on to Baz and I don’t know why but I can’t stop staring at him. He’s sitting so close now, with a leg on each side of my left leg that If I wanted I could touch his hair. I never thought much about it, but why is there a list of things I want to know? Like if it’s silky? I just want to reach it and put a lock of it behind his ear. So I do.

He freezes the moment he realizes what I’m doing.

“Sorry I uhm… I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why did you do it then?” he asks me.

I shrug, because I don’t know the answer to that either. I just want to keep touching him to find out what’s going on in my head lately, but I’m afraid if I try something else he’ll move away.

“Simon…” he says quietly, “use your words.”

He’s looking at me like he’s trying to figure me out, but he doesn’t look pissed or disgusted so I move a bit closer to him. We’re so close now that I can feel him breathing on my face.

I don’t use my words. I’m never really good with them. Instead I run my hand through his hair then I let my hand rest on his neck. I look him in the eyes to try to figure out how he feels about this and I find him looking at my lips.

Which makes me subconsciously lick mine. He follows the movement with his eyes. I decide to look down at his mouth and I realize that I want to kiss him. Badly.

I put my other hand on his neck. He hasn’t stopped me yet; maybe he’ll let me do this too.

When I start to move closer to him though, he’s the one that closes the space between us.

I feel his lips on mine and his hand on my hair before I think about moving. But I’m desperate to be closer to him so I put my arms around him to bring him closer as I deepen the kiss.

We stay like that for a while, kissing and touching each other. Until he moves away with a soft smile on his face.

“Let’s get out of here, Simon.” he says, and kisses me again before getting up.

He called me Simon again. I really like how he says my name.

He helps me get up, and puts his arm around me. Then he points his wand up and casts “On love’s light wings!”

Of course there’s a spell to take us out of here, I remember that Penny told me something about this spell, but I can’t remember what it was. And suddenly we’re flying out of here so I hold on to him.

**

I had to rush back to my children’s home after we got out of the cave, I didn’t want to leave but I would get in trouble if I wasn’t back for dinner.

We’d agreed to meet after dinner and when I get closer to his house I see him sitting down hidden from everyone. Waiting for me.

When he hears my steps approaching and turns to face me, the only thing I can think of is how much I want to kiss him again. So when I get closer to him that’s exactly what I do.

I crouch down in front of Baz and I throw myself into him It’s a mess. The kiss is sloppy and it almost seems like we’re fighting but this is just the way we are. He pushes me so I push him back, he doesn’t give me any space and then as he tries to hold on to me, we fall back so I’m half on top of him.

I start grinning at him and he separates himself from me, only enough that he can talk.

“What?” he asks me, with a curious look.

“I wanted to do this since we left the cave. It was driving me insane,” I tell him.

He scoffs. “It was only a few hours ago.”

“It felt like torture,” I admit.

He rolls his eyes then and says bitterly, “well imagine that for years.”

“What do you mean? ” I ask him because he’s not looking happy anymore and I’m not sure I get what he’s trying to say.

“Nothing,” he says, and tries to kiss me again but I don’t let him.

It suddenly dawns on me. Has he wanted this for a long time? For years?

He’s turning his face away from me, looking into the woods when I quietly ask him, “Baz… how long have you wanted this?”

He sighs and takes a moment to answer. “For a few years now.”

I don’t know what to say, so I put my hands on each side of his face and gently turn him so that he’s looking at me again.

I start caressing his cheek and he closes his eyes. Then I kiss him slowly. I kiss him until I feel him relax under me and I feel his hands on my hair pulling me closer.


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((sorry, im was working on the daily for today but i realized i wouldnt have enough time to get it done and posted so instead, have a 5 second drawing of jyushi that’s sketchy. Ehh sorry, welp, guess ill go back to drawing your fishy daily for tomorrow))

The Joker x Reader - “See No Evil”

The Joker stole 10 glass vials containing an experimental new substance from The Wayne Industry Laboratories. J was moving the ampules into a new case when one was accidentally dropped and now he can’t see. The doctor said it’s a temporary side effect and it shouldn’t last more than a couple of weeks. You are so taking advantage of the situation even if you’ll pay for it later.

You steal a lot of kisses.

The Joker gets out of the shower with his eyes closed, leaning over to reach the towel.

“Muah,” you peck his lips and back out before he snatches you.

“Stop it, Kitten! It’s really annoying when I can’t see and you just…”

“Muah,” you kiss him again, not intimidated by his complaints.

“Are you serious?! Cut it out!” J steps out dripping wet and you yank the towel from his hand. “Give it back, Y/N! I’m getting mad and I…”

“Muah!” you make him shut up, kissing those soft lips again.

“This is outrageous! I’m the Joker and you just can’t…”

“Muah!”

“Dammit, woman, this is stupid!” he takes a few hesitant steps, careful not to bump into anything. He hears you snickering and he knows you’re close. “Give me back my towel or I’ll shoot you, I swear!” J protests, irked.

“Good luck with that; I stashed everything away, you’ll never find your weapons. Hehehehe!” you giggle when he almost touches you but… you elude him.

“Come here, Kitten. NOW! I mean it! If you don’t…”

“Muah!” you steal another kiss and this time you give up, letting him catch you because you feel sorry for him: for once The King of Gotham is pretty helpless.

You start drying his hair with the towel, while he purrs, irritated at your behavior and enjoying being spoiled in the same time. You’re getting groped and pinched as revenge for the repeated offenses against The Clown Prince of Crime. Can’t whine about it since you are the first to admit you deserve it.

“There, done,” you conclude, guiding him towards the bedroom so he can put some clothes on. “What do you wanna wear today?” you ask, leaving him by the bed so you can grab the clothes from the closet.

“My Armani silver suit,” J replies, messing around with his green hair. “You’d better not trick me, I’ll know!” he threatens and you don’t care.

“Sure, whatever you say,” you snort and hear him huff.

“I would! So that better be what I asked for,” he points his finger towards you but he has the wrong direction…Poor Mister J.

“To your left baby,” you give him a hint and now he points in the right direction. The Joker opens his eyes, trying to focus his gaze on something but there is only darkness so he gives up and closes his eyes again.

“Pumpkin, hurry up,” he growls, impatient. A few days passed and he’s till blind as a bat. Yes, this is a pun but can’t share with him; probably would not appreciate it too much for the moment being.

You actually pick the dark purple Armani suit to give to him because you like it better than the silver one. Same fabric and cut, he won’t know it’s a different color.

“J, can you please open your eyes?” you plead.

“I can’t see so there’s no point,” he grouchily mumbles.

“But I like your blue eyes and I wanna see them. Comeeee onnnn, make me happy.”

The Joker mutters something you can’t understand and does as requested.

“There you are!” you cheerfully smile and go towards the balcony so you can get the blanket from the sofa.

“I’ll have you know, Doll…” J clearly has a speech in mind he wants to clear out. Yet…

“Baby, I’m over here, you’re looking in the wrong direction.”

“Huh?” he puffs, antagonized with the interruption.

“To your right…More…More…There, now you’re facing me.”

You don’t know how come he has no sense of orientation. Can’t he hear your voice?!

“I’ll have you know, Doll…What the hell was I talking about?” he stops and debates.

“I have no idea, but I’m taking you to out spot on the hill so we can enjoy the nice weather.”

“I’m not going, I have stuff to do and…”

“Muah!” you kiss him again to shut him up.
“Dammit, cut it out!” and he doesn’t fight it too much as you haul him away. “I remembered what I wanted to tell you: quit bugging me with dumb things and don’t take advantage of my temporary lack of vision!”
“Of course, baby,” you are fast to agree.

I’m the Joker and…”

“Muah, yes, I know,” you smirk, tired on how stubborn and feisty he is.

“Stop kissing me every 5 seconds for God’s sake!” your boyfriend snaps, tugging on your arm.

“A-ha,” you reply and sound unconvincing.

********************

You brought food and grape soda to the little picnic and now J’s sitting on the blanket, fidgeting with his jacket. He takes it off and continues to fuss:

“When are we going back? We have to go on that heist tonight.”

“You’re not going anywhere, are you kidding me? You’re blind,” you move around so you can put the food together.

“I don’t care, I have to go. You’re coming so you can be my eyes.”

“I’m over here,” you cup his face and turn it towards you since apparently he’s addressing the tree you’re both under. “We have to postpone, it’s too dangerous. We’ll have to wait until your eyesight is back, alright?”

“This sucks!” he determines with such pathos it makes you shrivel. You know he’s frustrated; definitely not used to being like this. “It’s so dull, why am I even here?” The Joker sulks, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t even see. How’s the view?” he lets himself go on his back, staring at the sky he can’t discern.

“The view is…breathtaking,” you announce, hovering over him, not even paying attention to the landscape. He’s so handsome in that suit and green shirt.

“Well, I can’t tell so it sucks for me,” he grumbles some more, having no idea you gaze at him.

“I very much enjoy the scenery,” you reply, amused J has no clue you’re talking about him.

“Well, good for you, Princess and I must…”
“Muah!” you lean over to kiss him since he’s sooo grumpy. But this time he kisses you back without commenting on it. “Isn’t this romantic baby?” you moan in his ear, glad you get to spend time together.

“I wouldn’t know, Doll, I can’t see crap,” J pouts.

“I’ll let you know I look very pretty today. I have a rose in my hair,” you take his hand and let him feel it, aiming to cheer him up. “Say something romantic J ,” you suddenly urge your boyfriend.

“Like what?”

“Say you love me,” you bite on your lip, waiting.

“Is it obvious I’m rolling my eyes? Can’t really tell since I’m blind.”

You kick his knee with yours.

“Yeah, it’s obvious! Say it!” you repeat, pulling on his sleeve.

“Uhhhh…I love you.”

“Woowwww, can you put more soul into it?! You sound more enthusiastic when you order your coffee,” you affirm with a displeased grimace.

“I really love coffee, that’s why. You…Mehh,” the Joker admits, being a complete jerk since he’s a bad mood.

“Good, because I don’t love you either,” you push his hand away from your rose and start reading on your book. “I should leave you here and call the cops. Or just signal Batsy,” you bite on your cheek, flustered.

“Pffttt!” he scoffs, confident you won’t.

“Wanna eat now?” you bitterly ask, bugged by his attitude.

“No. What are you munching on?” he wants to know since he hears the repeating crunching noises.

“Pretzels, you want one?” you offer him the choice. You return to your reading and after a few seconds you realize you still hold the pretzel right in front of his face.

Duh, he can’t see.

“Here,” you feed him and he eats it, but still objects.

“You don’t have to feed me, I’m perfectly capable to…”

“Here’s another one,” you shove it in his mouth so he’ll zip it.

I’m the Joker and…”

Even if you’re mad at him, you steal another kiss, hoping he will shut it down.

“Muah,” and before he can retaliate you resume: “Want me to order you business cards that say I’m the Joker?”

“Stop being sassy, woman, and give me another pretzel!” he grumbles in a low voice, scooting over towards you.

*********************

“Hey, baby, if you can find me you get a bonus tonight!” you playfully giggle, trying to light up the atmosphere. J’s been moping around and didn’t move from the couch since you came back from the picnic.

“What’s the bonus?” he grins, instantly interested.

“To your right J. More…more. That’s it, now you’re looking my way.”

Why is he so hopeless when it comes to this?!

“Oh, you will love it! Find me first and you’ll have the time of your life.”

“I’m not in the mood for games Y/N. Just com’ere.”

“Nope, you’ll have to find me mister Jaayyyy,” you whine in a high pitch tone.

“Kaayyyy, you’ll see what happens to you. I’m the Joker and…”

“I already ordered the business cards for you, I am sure you can use them,” you snicker, teasing him. You know he’ll take revenge but at least he’s out of that accursed apathy.

“Did you really?!” and he gets up, taking  a few steps ahead and stumbles on the coffee table before you can warn him. “Goddammit!” J furiously kicks the table.

“Are you OK?”

“No, I think I twisted my ankle,” he reaches down and you rush to help.

“Jesus, baby, I’m so sor…”
“Got’cha!!” he fastly snatches you, trapping you in his arms.

“Hey, no cheating!” you try to unsuccessfully escape.

“Says who?” J purrs, fighting to unbutton your shirt with one hand and still holding you captive with the other.

“J…J…J !” you stop his fingers and want to laugh.

“S-stupid buttons!” he angrily stutters, trying harder, violently pulling on your shirt with all his strength. You try to keep his hand in place.

“J…J…stop! These buttons are just sewed to the fabric for decoration, they won’t unbutton.”

“Shit, not seeing anything sucks!” The King of Gotham has an outburst of frustration and it makes you miserable. You wish you could help him but there is nothing you can do.

You look into his blue eyes that just can’t focus on yours and whisper:
“Why can’t you see yet?”

“I don’t know Pumpkin, it irritates me,” and you know The Joker means it.

It’s a blessing he can’t notice how worried you are because it shows all over your face; it would make things worse.

“I’m sure your vision will return shortly…yes?” you encourage him while he continues to struggle with your bra now.

“J…J…J! This bra has a front clasp.”

J stomps his foot, not knowing if it’s funny or the opposite.

“This is stupid!” he grumbles, totally fed up with his current situation. I’m the Joker and…”

“Please hold it together until we get the business cards, ok, baby?” you elbow him, hoping his attitude will change.”  He frowns, then smirks and lifts you up in his arms.

“Actually that’s not a bad idea. Tell me where, Doll.”
“Straight, left… more to your left. Stop! Right…straight…couch! You made it back to your bonus spot! Can you find what you need without seeing?”

You get dropped on the couch while J snarls, licking his lips.
“I know exactly where everything is, I don’t need my eyes for that. I made it until now, hm?”

You smile, refusing to answer the question, pulling him on top of you:

“You definitely deserve the bonus, you got mad skills, I’m telling you.”

“Sure do,” he growls, starting to get irked by your comment so he bites your lip as revenge.

“Auch! Heeey, behave!” you sulk, biting him back.

“Told you I know where everything is,” he triumphantly brags as you take off his Batsy t-shirt.

******************

Two more weeks pass and your boyfriend is still blind. You are starting to get really worried, especially since his mood is worsening. You actually feel sorry for both of you. You stay awake most of the nights, going on the balcony to reflect on what should happen next: should you kidnap more doctors and bring them over to one of the hideouts so they can examine J? Should you take over a clinic and transport him to the location for another eye exam?

You really don’t know how to go about it because no matter what you suggest, The Joker replies with: ”No need to; anytime now.” Why?…Who understands his logic? He’s infuriated about it himself but refuses to act.

*Another morning in Paradise

“What do you want to wear today, baby?” you happily ask, scraping the leftovers of your patience in order to maintain a positive atmosphere.

“One of my white shirts and black pants,” The Joker coldly responds.

You decide you’ll give him a purple shirt since he didn’t wear the color in about 2 days and you miss seeing it on him. You take out the hanger.

“I said white, Pumpkin, are you deaf?”

You want to put it back when it hits. You slowly turn around, dropping the shirt.

“You…you can see??!!”

J has that diabolical twinkle in his eyes and sucks on his cheeks, satisfied with himself.

“Yeah, isn’t it obvious?”

Like, you bore him so much with your inquiry.

“Since…since when?!” you keep on repeating words because you are more than baffled.

“Since yesterday morning, jeez, calm down. Why are you so worked up? I started seeing some shapes and it just got better and better.”

You’re speechless.

“And…and you didn’t bother to tell me?!” you whimper, vexed at the revelation.

“It was fun to see you struggle,” and his crazy laugh fills the room.

“Fun?!” you fight to keep the tears in, full of indignation. “Fun?! Do you know I didn’t sleep in 2 weeks, worried sick, trying to find a solution for your problem?!”

“Well, that’s your fault, Princess, not mine.”

You mouth opens and no sounds come out.

“Wha’?” J stretches, indifferent to your rant, starting to walk towards you. “Aren’t you glad I can see? Com’ere!”

“You…you…are the worst boyfriend ever,” you justly conclude, sniffling, sneaking by the wall towards the elevator.

“Thanks, I’m trying.”

“It’s not funny!” you cross your arms on your chest, outraged at the whole situation.

“Good, because I’m serious.”

“You…you’re horrible!”

You really want to be excited and go kiss him or something but your mind says no.

“Pumpkin, where are you going?” The Joker raises his voice.

“I don’t know!” you flare your hands around, upset as you can be, actually telling the truth. You want to be out of there.

“Y/N!!!” J angrily shouts when you press the button for the elevator. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of paying attention to his tantrum. You hear him slam drawers.

“Baby Doll!!!!” he screams even louder and you finally look his way.

J holds one of the vials with the experimental substance he kept hidden after selling the rest.

“Nobody leaves me!!! I tell you when you can leave, got it?!”

You get startled.

“What is that?!”
“You know what it is!!! You’re not leaving me!!!” he pants, enraged you’re not obeying and backs out on the balcony, locking the glass sliding door on his side.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You stump towards the closed door, having a bad feeling.

“You can’t leave!!!” he punches the glass, placing the ampule under his shoe.

“Wha…What are you doing?! Don’t!!! Hey, I’m not leaving, OK?”

“You’re lying, I can always tell when you lie,” The Joker taps on the glass, staring at you.

“I’m not lying, stop it! Open up!” you beg, agitated, trying to kick the door open.

“No,” he replies, surprisingly calm all of the sudden. He steps on the vial, breaking it to pieces and you watch horrified as the thin vapors crawl up his body.

“Close your eyes!!!“ you shout, imploring and he shakes his head in negation. “This is childish, stop it! Close your eyes!!!”

“NO.”

“Why are you doing this? You won’t see for weeks again!” you start bawling, still pounding on the glass.

“Keeping up with my worst boyfriend ever reputation,” he growls with his eyes opened despite your efforts to change his mind. “You’ll have to be my eyes again, you can’t leave.”

“For God’s sake, I was just going for a drive so I could cool down!!!” you keep on crying and he feels his eyes starting to burn. You feel so sorry for yourself having to deal with him blind again.

“Don’t care, you can’t leave me,” he smiles and slowly blinks. Your image is fading bit by bit and after a few more seconds he’s in complete blackness…again. Courtesy of his awesome boyfriend material expertise.

******************

You got the business cards you ordered for him: one side is green, the other one purple. A laughing mouth on the front, I’m the Joker in bold letters inscribed right under. You have to describe the design to him since he can’t see.

“I can’t believe you actually ordered them,” J tilts his head, apparently displeased, holding a few in his hand.

“You can use them; you always like to say you’re The Joker so they will come in handy.”

“You’re so annoying, Y/N.”

“Muah,” you steal a kiss, stretching your optimism on new levels you didn’t think you can reach.

“Cut it out, Kitten, don’t take advantage of the situation!”

“You did it to yourself, baby, sooo…I don’t know what to tell you,” you begin loading guns because you’re bored to the max since you can’t do anything fun for a while. AGAIN. Courtesy of J’s stubbornness.

“You can’t talk to me like this, I’m the Joker and…”

“Told you those business cards will come in handy!” you are fast to interrupt.

“I swear I’m gonna kill you, Doll!” he points out in the wrong direction, what else. He truly is hopeless.

You sigh:

“To your right…More…More…There, now you are pointing my way.”

“I want a bonus,” he grumbles, still pointing.

“A bonus?! For what?!”

“For being the worst boyfriend ever. I think I’ve earned it.”

Wow, who can understand his logic?!

But you abandon your current project and go sit in his lap on the armchair, glaring in his blue eyes that can’t focus on yours. AGAIN. For a few weeks. Courtesy of J’s great ability to take amazingly selfish decisions.
“I should really call the cops or signal Batsy,” you whisper, brushing his green hair with your fingers. “You’re a terrible boyfriend.”

“I am, here’s my business card,” he takes one out of his pocket, placing it in your cleavage after a bit of a struggle.

You silently laugh and kiss his forehead, debating on that bonus. And you decide he should have it.

Courtesy of your awesome girlfriend material skills.

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