are they partners in crime fighting


My first real ML fanart
Plus two little closeups because tumblr doesn’t always do justice to small details when it comes to quality. 

I aged them up a few years, updated outfits, post-reveal dating.
Rising star fashion designer heroine and her part time model boyfriend slash crime fighting partner.

I’m very proud of Adrien’s hands. I love his hands.
Sorry about the crappy transformation effects. It was just for funsies.

That dilemma when you, as your superhero alter ego, sleep once (1) with your crime fighting partner, who you’ve been kind of falling for, and get pregnant… but you can’t be a family with him cause like… the world is at stake and the two of you can’t know each other’s secret identities–and then of course, there’s the trouble of the fact that you’re still in unrequited love with your crush from high school, who just happens to be one of your best friends… and who you’ll probably never have a chance with now that you’re pregnant with someone else’s kid. Throw in college, starting your own business, trying to Adult, and you’ll be in the same boat as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Similarly, there’s that other kind of dilemma where you’ve been in love with this awesome heroic superheroine since you were a high school student, and you get a chance to spend the night with her and you find out she’s pregnant now but?? you still can’t be with her?? cause of that stupid ‘can’t-know-each-other’s-secret-identities’??? Top it off with the fact that one of your best friends, who you kind of have feelings for, is now pregnant with someone else’s kid, meaning you’ve pretty much lost the two women of your dreams. Yeah, Adrien Agreste is feeling that pretty hard right now.

*takes place about 6/7 years after the end of Season 1, so Marinette and Adrien are around 22? This fic is utter soap opera material be warned lol

Chapter 1

Fifth Christmas, Part 2

the series is as follows so far:

First ChristmasSecond ChristmasThird ChristmasFourth Christmas … Fifth Christmas


A/N: I shall now interrupt my regularly scheduled ‘Christmas’ series with an little added bonus … a little extra floofiness if you will … Mulder’s Christmas Day with the Scully’s …


He was a grown-ass man.

He should not have damned butterflies playing roller derby in his stomach.

It was only Christmas morning.

Christmas morning with the Scully’s.

All of them.

Nine adults … seven kids … 10,000 presents … one tree … 20 pounds of smashed potatoes … two roasters of ham … three cakes, chocolate with sprinkles, vanilla with cherry filling and black cherry frosting, carrot with to-die-for cream cheese decadence … one shirt collar that suddenly felt entirely too tight and two shoes that squeaked.

He was going to die before he hit the front door.

Noticing his palm-sweating nerves and jiggling knee, she parked in front of the house but didn’t get out, instead taking his damp hand in hers, “are you dying? Do we need to go back home? Are you afraid of the short people that will be hopped up on Santa and Christmas cookies? Are you afraid of the tall ones whom you’ve met or the ones you haven’t? Will you survive my mother’s 2-ton Christmas feast?”

The smile she tried to contain and the panic he couldn’t made her squeeze his knee with her other hand, reaching across the shifter to touch him twice at once.

Butterflies turned to rampant electricity in his veins and a giddy, hitched chuckle arose, “all of the above. I have no idea why I’m nervous but I am and I’m an idiot.”

This time, when her lips feathered his cheek, he nearly busted a gasket but remained calm, “you will be fine. The kids are gonna love you because you’re really tall and look like you would be perfectly willing to give shoulder rides. Just stick with them if all else fails.”

“How do I look willing to give shoulder rides?”

“You don’t but when Hannah asks you to, you will melt and do it and it’ll all snowball and you’ll go home tonight perfectly happy and slightly bruised from the heels that have been banging your upper chest all day.”

Giving her hand a last squeeze, he let go, “come on, let’s go see how my first real Christmas in 25 years is gonna play out.”

He was out of the car and waiting for her before she slowly slipped from the car, not gathering her armload of gifts yet but coming to his side, standing up on the curb to get a better height on him. In a quiet voice that blending with the barely dawning sky, “but you go to your mom’s for Christmas every year.”

‘Cause he couldn’t lie to her, not on such an honest morning, “not every year and it’s never fun or relaxing or remotely real. Usually it’s forced pleasantries and stuffy food and awkward silences and I escape as soon as duty allows.” He didn’t want to bring her down so he kissed her on the nose, a quick peck there and gone, “and we’re going to be late if we don’t get moving.”

Sliding her wool-covered arms under his, she rested her cheeks against the cold material of his coat, hugging him tightly, fierce-protective mode in high gear, “I’m sorry. If I’d have known that, I’d have been dragging you along with me from the beginning.”

He settled his arms around her, face turned, cheek on top of her winter cap, “thank you.”

They stayed like this longer than they should have and the front door opening, her cousin’s voice carrying across the cold from the front porch, “break it up, woman and get your butt inside. The longer you stand out here, the longer I have to keep these kids barricaded upstairs and the natives are getting restless!”

Lifting her head to survey her cousin with a smile, “Shut up, Dave. You’re gonna wake the entire neighborhood.”

“It’s Christmas. They shouldn’t be asleep anyways. Now make room for Jesus and come inside or I’ll have to sic Aunt Maggie on you.”

They hustled after this, not wanting to impose the wrath of Mama Scully and her very real threats of burned ham and coal in stockings. Getting in the front door with both Mulder and gifts in tow, she kicked Dave lightly in the shins, getting his flannel pajamas snowy, “you are not getting a gift.”

“Good, ‘cause I didn’t get you anything either.” Grabbing her head in a hug, “Merry Christmas, old lady.”

Once he disappeared back up the steps, Mulder turned to her, “I like him.”

“He’ll like you back. Trust me.”

They no sooner had gotten shoes off and coats hung then feet began pounding down the stairs, tumbling past them, yelling ‘Merry Christmas’ as they passed. The small people were followed by the big people, Charlie and Dave racing down just as loudly, yelling ‘Feliz Navidad’ and some kind of boisterous holiday exclamation in what sounds suspiciously like Klingon.

Mulder looked at Scully, already feeling his nervousness fading into astonished anticipation, “this is gonna be fun.”

Reaching over, she pulled him behind her by the hand, “come on. The tree’s back here.”


There were gifts but only two each, then Maggie cut everybody off, her two sons and nephew the loudest of the good-natured protestors, telling them that mass was in an hour and they had 15 minutes to get ready to leave.

Mulder looked at Scully, “mass?”

With a guilty look flooding her face, “I totally forgot to mention that, didn’t I? I’m sorry. We always either go to Midnight Mass or Christmas morning. I guess they didn’t go last night.” Leaning forward on her elbows, she turned to look at him, “you don’t have to go. Mom won’t mind. You can just hang out here and take a nap or just,” digging for the book Maggie got her, she held it out to him, “read this.”

Taking the book but setting in beside her without a glance, “do you think your God is accurate enough to hit only me with the lightning bolt? I mean, I’ll go but only if I can guarantee I’m the only one who’s going to get struck.”

Scully’s lips curved in a knowing smirk, “he’s got good aim but I think you’ll be fine.”

“Then I’d like to go.”


He had never experienced a full-on Christmas mass before, especially not one with 16 people packed in one pew, kids doing their best to be quiet, suppressing their antsy, I’ve got gifts at home waiting demeanor and failing miserably. Scully, though, held his hand at required parts and kept holding his hand at parts where no one else held hands at all.

He missed most of what the priest talked about but he enjoyed the singing and the smells, which he meant to ask about but forgot because of, well, the hand-holding. Soon, they were all leaving the pew for communion and Mulder moved with them but Scully gently shook her head, whispering, “we’ll be back. You stay here.”

He didn’t care about it anyways. Mostly, he just missed her hand and spent the entire time they were out of the pew wondering if he would get it back when she returned.

He did.

He enjoyed Mass very much.

He retook her mittened hand once they got outside, opening her door for her and just grinning when she mentioned he must be trying to store up brownie points for something.

Then she reached for his damp wool glove on the short drive home.


Breakfast was phenomenally loud, things spilling, burned bacon, which Mulder loved and Scully knew and kept slipping onto his plate. He in turn gave her all his strawberries and whipped cream from his pancakes … partners to the end in both crime fighting and breakfast shenanigans.

Present opening began as soon as the last dish was washed and dried. Mulder chose to settle on the floor against the wall, Scully designated present-passer-outer for this leg of the insanity, stealing glances at him each time she came near and without fail, caught him looking back, locking away every glance like an addled schoolboy who’s crush had just discovered his existence and may forget again with her next heartbeat.

Then she stopped in front of him, a big smile on her face and a bigger box, “Merry Christmas from Mom and I.”

The look he gave her must have been so filled with stunned bewilderment that she suddenly dropped to her knees, hugging him and the big box close, whispering in his ear, “please, smile. You’re gonna make me cry.”

So he did, pulling away to reveal a gigantic grin, “want to help me open it?”

Still crouching in front of him, she shook her head, “nope but I’m going to watch.”

Inside, there was an enormous collection of crazy themed socks and horribly wonderful ties, bags of sunflower seeds, 10 pairs of sunglasses, a whole container of homemade peanut butter marshmallow fudge that he loved with all his soul and stomach and Maggie knew he loved, the entire collection of Star Trek on DVD and a keychain with an alien head on it, which Scully leaned over to tell him quietly that Maggie had picked out everything but the seeds and the ties.

Standing right up, he hauled Maggie up from the couch and hugged her, squeezing her until someone made an amused comment to let go of his mother before he broke her in half.

Not wanting to break the lovely woman in charge of making him fudge, he released her, then sat back down, immediately changing his socks.

After that, Scully turned over the gift distribution reins to Matt and sidled up beside him, leaning into his side more than platonically allowable but less than I’ve seen you naked expected.

He was in some kind of Irish heaven and he never wanted to leave.


Caught in that lull between presents and dinner, the house gradually went quiet, all kids and adult males gone from the living room. Mulder was beginning to wonder what had happened when suddenly, “hey, Mulder?”

The voice had bellowed from the kitchen and Scully pushed him to stand, “I’d go see what he wants or he’ll just keep yelling.”

Mulder disappeared into the kitchen and when he didn’t return after 5 minutes, Scully went to investigate. She found him, Dave, Charlie and all the kids sharing two very large chocolate chip cookies. The entire lot of them turned in unison and wore the same guilty look at which Scully laughed, “you could have at least invited me. I’m starving.”

“We needed sustenance and girls tattle.” Looking down at his daughter, Charlie whispered, “really, it’s just your Aunt Dana.”

“That’s true. Did I ever tell you about your dad …”

“Just get over here, eat your cookie and shut it.”

Reaching her hand over the crowd, “make sure there’s chocolate in my piece.”

Maggie caught them a few moments later but by then, all evidence was gone, crumbs picked up with licked thumbs and chewing finished, swallowing proceeding as Maggie opened the swinging kitchen doors, “what are you all doing in here very quietly?”

12 people said, once again in unison, “nothing.”


Knowing a mom going after the most vulnerable, he looked her square in the eye, “nothing.”

She squinted in their direction, “I can smell the guilt and it smells like chocolate.” They all stood their ground, even the four-year old, until Maggie just smiled, “get out of my kitchen unless you want to help me chop things.”


Dinner, once everyone was arranged and Graham was sitting beside Mulder, Hannah on his other side, went smoothly. There were stories and jokes and spontaneous off-key Christmas carol singing.

Mulder also got himself a cheekful of potatoes from Scully, who reached over Hannah to do it, “what was that for?”

“Inauguration. No one gets out of Christmas without potatoes.” Nodding towards Sarah, Dave’s wife, “she got an earful her first Christmas. Be thankful it was only your cheek.”

Joanna spouted off, “I got it in the nose so be extra happy about your cheek.”

“These things, Scully, that I didn’t know and will make you pay for later on are astounding.”

Maggie cut them off, laughing, “so help me, if I have another holiday food fight in this kitchen, I take back all my presents.”

Charlie slowly put his loaded spoon down.

So did Bill.


Everyone but Mulder, Scully and Maggie were either asleep or already on their way back home by nine that night and as Scully let out her third yawn in less than five minutes, Mulder nudged her knee, “ready to go? I still have to drive home after we get to your place.”

With a nod, she stood, swaying slightly, “you awake enough to drive my car?”

“Sure.” Giving Maggie another tight hug, “thank you so much for everything. I’ve never … I just … I’ve had the greatest time.”

Squeezing him back, “you are welcome anytime, Fox, never forget that.”

Once on the front porch with the door shut and locked behind them, Mulder stopped her, putting down their bags of gifts and leftovers. Giving her her own hug, then light kiss on her rosy, chapped lips, “there was Mistletoe hanging over the front door but I waited until we dind’t have an audience in case you hit me.”

Guffawing out a frozen chuckle, she shifted up on her toes and kissed him back, close-lipped and quick, “I’d never hit you for kissing me under the Mistletoe, Mulder. Believe me.”

As he opened her door, “Hand. Down. Best. Day. Ever.”

Phase Shift


Could you do one where the reader and Spencer are roommates and are best friends and they act all coupley all the time and one day the reader tells Spencer there’s a cute guy she saw at a coffee shop or something and she starts talking about him and Spencer just kisses her and it ends with kinda rough smut?!?! please. ☺️

I can most certainly do this!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

It was no secret that the two of you were best of friends.  Spencer and Y/N, partners in crime.  By day, you were the general manager of the hottest indie-owned bookstore in town, and Spencer was the hot crime-fighting FBI agent.  But in the times the two of you were together, linked arm and arm as you strolled the big, bad streets of DC, the two of you were known around the city as the trouble duo, laughing way too loud and eating way to much at some of the best hole-in-the-wall places in the city.

Everyone told the two of you that you two would make the best couple.  Married couples, beneath it all, were best friends!, people would say.  But the two of you would just laugh it off and go find your next round of trouble to get into.

But there was a moment that changed it.

Changed it for you both.

There was a case that Spencer and the team took, and the unsub took to threatening those that meant the most to the team.  Derek had to take cover for his pregnant girlfriend, Hotch had to protect Jack, and so on and so forth.

It wasn’t a shock to anyone that you ended up getting that same exact phone call, but it was Spencer’s reaction to it that shocked everyone.

Worried to tears.  Hugging you close.  Exclaiming that you went nowhere without him.

And everyone was even more shocked that you allowed it.

They all knew you were fiercely independent.  Your motto was, literally, shouting “I don’t need no man!” down the hallways with Garcia.

But that case shifted things for you both.  A stark dynamic that presented itself whenever the two of you would go out.  Spencer would get defensive of you.  If a man was staring at you, he would stare back and take your hand.  If a man was talking with you and you looked uncomfortable, he would come up and kiss the side of your head and call you “honey.”

But one day you came back from your trip to the coffee shop all smiles, and you handed Spencer his coffee as your smile radiated from ear to ear.

“There was this cuuuuuuute guy behind the register today,” you smiled as you plopped down into your chair.

“Oh?” Spencer asks as he holds his cup tightly, taking a generous gulp as he prepares himself for the onslaught of praise.

“Yes,” you breathe after your long gulp.  “His smile was so radiant, and he called me sweet thing, and he was tall and just the type of thin I enjoy, where he’s not intimidating but you know he can throw you against a wall if necessary.”

Spencer listened to you drone on and one.  His grip got tighter and his jealousy raged higher and his protective instincts showered his gaze.

But one urge overtook much more than any of the other ones.

Setting his coffee cup on the table, he bends over quickly and plants his hands on the arms of the chair and leans in, stopping your sentence halfway as you rambled on about the coffee guy’s hair, and he wrapped his coffee-tainted lips around yours.

And it stopped you in your tracks.

Your grip on your coffee cup loosened as it went plummeting to the floor, and as Spencer’s tongue swiped, commanding entry, you gladly gave it to him as his breath washed over your, causing you to lean back in your chair as you feel the tendrils of coffee leach up your leg as it splatters on the floor.

And just when you decided to return the kiss, he pulled back.

Fluttering your eyes open as you study the man in front of you, his nose lightly caressing yours as his eyes open to meet yours, the only thing that comes to mind that you can say is, “You made my drop my coffee.”

“I’ve got other ways to wake you up,” he glowers.

Taking your hand as he rips you from the chair, your eyes grow wide as you rip your hand from him and watch him spin around.

“Spencer?” you breathe, your eyes wild and dilated.

And he swallowed before starting on his tirade.

“You are mine,” he begins.  “From the moment we met and decided to do this together, you have been mine.  Mine to watch over and protect.  Provide for if you ever lost your job.  Take care of whenever you got sick.  Get feminine products for whenever you were caught off guard.”

You were flabbergasted.

“We’re just roommates, Spencer,” you breathe as you shake your head.

“Y/N,” he says lowly as he closes the distance between the two of you, “you’ve never been just my roommate.”

And he brought his large, comforting hand up to cup your cheek.

The rubber band within your soul popped at that very touch.

Throwing your hands into his hair, you crash your lips back onto his as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you from your feet. He barrels you into the room and shuts the door with his leg before slamming your back against it, his hands pawing at everything as he clings to the hem of your shirt and pushes it gruffly over your head.

As your pants fill the room, Spencer’s lips attack your neck as you relieve him of his button down shirt and pull his white undershirt over his head, and you feel his fingers dance effortlessly over the clasps of your bra as it falls to the floor and your breasts swing free.

It was then that Spencer latched his luscious lips to your pert nipple, and you threw your head back against the door and let out the most lewd moan that could have ever escaped your lips.

Spencer picks you up and throws you onto the bed as he works his pants off, kicking off his house-shoes before he climbs up slowly onto the bed, taking in your partially naked form as he sees the hickies already forming on your neck.

The wanton look in your eyes just threw fuel onto his fire.

Ripping your sweatpants off as he hikes your legs over his shoulders, he dives face first between your legs as your shoulders arch off of the bed and your hands fly into his hair.  Your hips grind against his tongue, flattening over your sensitive bud as you rock into him again and again, his name spilling from your lips as your chest grows redder and redder with approaching satisfaction.

“Spencer.  Yes.  Please.  God.  Just.  Right there.  Right there.  Right there.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  Ye-!”

And then all of a sudden, a burst of light behind your eyes occurs as your body being to convulse and your legs contract around his head.  Your fingertips tighten against his scalp and his tongue presses deep into your wet core as your groans and moans grow silent with your overflowing ecstasy.

Your body collapses, panting and coughing for air, as Spencer gives your slit one last lick before slowly kissing up your body that was on fire.

It wasn’t until he got to your face, his hair pouring against his features, that you could smell yourself on him.

And it was intoxicating.

“Oh, Spencer,” you whisper as you lean up and slowly encapsulate your lips around his.

And hearing his name so tender on your lips popped a coil inside of him.

Grabbing you up from the bed, he wraps your legs around him as he presses you against the nearest wall as your hands cling to his back.

“Is this what you want?” he glowers as he reaches down and lines up his throbbing cock with your entrance.  “My body pressing you into a wall?”

“Oh yes,” you breathe as you roll your head back in anticipation, “jesus, yes.”

“You want me to drive your body into it, time and time again,” he continues as he runs the head of his dick up and down your slit, “until you grow limp in my arms?” he breathes into your ear.

“Yes!” you cry out as you buck your hips into him.

“Perfect,” he murmurs as he thrusts his length into you.

Time and time again, his hard thrusts ricochet you into the wall.  The pictures in his room shake and tremble, and your legs grow weaker and weaker.  His body presses closer and closer and his thrusts grow faster as the sound of skin smacking against skin overrides the most vile of things tumbling from your lips.

But Spencer grinned at the “fuck me, baby”’s and the “dirty girl” comments, the “punish me” moments and the “fill me up” beggings.

But it was one saying that caught his attention that stuttered his hips just for a brief moment.

“God I love you,” you whisper.

He stops, his eyes connecting heavily with yours as sweat pours down his features.

“I love you, too, Y/N,” he says weakly.



In love.

That’s what the two of you were sharing.

Peeling you off of the wall, he slowly lays your back onto the cool bed spread, his eyes never disconnecting from yours as he slowly hooks the crook of your knees along his shoulders.

“Hang on,” he whispers as a sly smile caresses his lips.

He thrust and he thrust, and you shook and you shook, and as you feel your impending orgasm taking over, your toes curl behind his head and your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

Your hips were going to be bruised in the morning, and you didn’t even care.

“Spencer!  Yes!  Oh…GOD,” you choke out.

“Take it, Y/N.  Take it and know that you are mine,” Spencer huffs between breaths.

“Fill me up with you,” you whisper as you cling desperately to his forearms.

And your breathy prayer was all it took.

As the two of you spiral together, your walls pulsating and milking him as he pumps moments of rapture into your body, your body shakes along with his before your legs slide off of his shoulders and his body collapses on to of yours.

You wrap your arms around him and hold him close as he heaves for air on top of you.

“I love you, Spencer,” you breathe into his ear.

“I love you, too, Y/N,” he reiterates as he slowly rolls off of you and to your side.

And after a brief bout of silence.

“You were right,” you croak as you lob your sweating head over towards him.

“Huh?” he asks.

“That was a wonderful way to wake up,” you smile lazily.

And your laughter was the next thing to fill the room.

Venus signs
  • Aries: I will protect you with my entire self, I will put you first and I will always love you, even after we break up, you will always have someone who has your back, if you hurt me I will burn you, if you hurt me I will wish I hated you but I never will.
  • Taurus: I will smother you in love, I will kiss you morning and night, I will remind you how wonderful you look I will always be there, if you hurt me I will defend myself and close myself off from you and become more cautious about my next relationship.
  • Gemini: I will fight for you, I will defend you and I will stand by your side as your partner in crime, I will talk with you until the wee hours of the night and I will never forget you, but if you hurt me I will pretend you don't exist and I will isolate you entirely.
  • Cancer: I will love you until I die, I will hold you close at night and I will remind you every single day how important you are to me, if you hurt me I will never be able to look at you the same, and I will never forget, even if I forgive.
  • Leo: I will take you out and take you everywhere, I will show you love and I will always want to hold your hand, if you hurt me I will be mean and I will be vengeful I will hurt you just as badly as you hurt me.
  • Virgo: I will show you quiet love, I will give you space and I will want space but I will wrap you in my arms and whisper the sweetest words in your ears I will give you true love, if your hurt me I will stop talking to you and likely never talk to you again.
  • Libra: I will tease you and play with you but I will also fully appreciate you I will give you my heart if you treat me right and I will treat you better then you've ever been, if you hurt me I will hide I will shut down and block you from seeing any deeper into my mind.
  • Scorpio: I will give you the deepest most thoughtful love, I will sweep you off your feet and surprise you with charm and mystery, if you hurt me I will look away and never look back, I will hurt and I will want to reach out but I won't.
  • Sagittarius: I will be at your side I will take you on the wildest adventures and show you beautiful things in life, I will take over your world and keep you excited, if you hurt me I will run, I will push you as far as I can and keep my distance as much as possible, and then I will return and act like nothing happened and all we've ever been is friends.
  • Capricorn: I will love you in a way you have never been loved, I will give you strength and I will cheer you on, I will push you and I will always support you, if you hurt me I will act like you haven't I will act as though it didn't hurt even a bit, and then I will be cruel and cold to you.
  • Aquarius: I will show you joy and laughter, I will take you into the weirdest wackiest most beautiful world, where we go on the funnest dates and I take your hand and look into your eyes and you can see what you mean to me, if you hurt me I will be angry and I will fight back I won't let you push me down.
  • Pisces: I will give you the most enchanting and fairy tale like love you've ever had, you will feel like you are in a storybook, I will rescue you and keep you safe, I will give you romance and never ending love, if you hurt me I will be emotional and unsure of what to do, I will not be able to trust you and I will close myself off from you.
Things I Associate With the Hogwarts Houses:

Gryffindor: the colours red, gold, orange and brown, bandaged hands, coffee, bruised Knuckles, red lipstick, leather boots, volcanoes, fist fights, being sent to the principal, golden chandeliers, fall, mahogany wood, demonstrations and protests, retro vintage, travel, ‘Oh shit’, loud laughter, drinking games, stopping a bully, forests, eyes glowing from excitement, yellowed paper, bonfires, ginger hair, golden jewelry, cozy sweaters, heated arguments, road trips, bold changes, bluntness, detentions, adventures, whiskey, spontaneous actions, beer pong, frat parties, lions, bears, wolves, dragons, swearing, angry tears, fireplaces, dares, christmas, partners in crime, pranks, wide grins, ‘I have an idea’, fast food, chimney smoke, martyrs, roller coasters, fireworks, young delinquents, soldiers, chaos, flares, speaking up, war, rebels, taking risks, adrenaline, stubbornness, breaking rules, band-aids, drunk laughter, truth or dare, alarms, hangovers, energy, leadership, fighting sports, running, snowball fights, neon lights, cinnamon, riots, razzias, messy hair, swords, explosions, bluelight, anonymous masks, arm wrestling

Slytherin: emeralds, the colours green, black and grey, poison, foxes, snakes, silver, platinum blonde hair, hissed threats, vodka, blood drops, amulets, black leather jackets, money games, casinos, hired assassins, curses, motel rooms, grey skies, abandoned places, cheating on something, blue veins, frowns, vengeance, fake smiles, oppressiveness, strict parents, subways, quiet tears, dark lipstick, matches, tattoos, highways, smoke, tired eyes, ravens, short haircuts, snarls, coats, empty hallways, dyed hair, poker, roses, thunderstorms, ocean’s, black nail polish, soot, B/W, fancy cars, matt black, bones, smirks, wine, medusas, old mansions, haunted houses, perfectionism, winks, sexual tension, sweet torture, cemeteries, the moon, sleepless nights, the sound of a knife snapping open, latin, black eyeliner, secrets, traps, fog, pestilence, viruses, sass, extravagance, ‘devil’s advocate’, having status, ambition, persistence, character development, elegance, headphones, lockers, mints, cigarettes, hardwood floors, busses, chameleons, wild flowers, sins, cracked glass, broken mirrors, quiet nights, railroads, black tea, secrecy, dark humor, mystery, predators, hidden emotions, held grudges, dust, horror movies, ripped jeans, velvet, lipstick stain, magic sigils, icy anger, cold mornings, empty hallways, ear piercings, champagne, incense, skeletons in the closet, chills running down your spine, collarbones, solitude, baths, nettles, silver eyeshadow,  expensive evening dresses, ice, lightning, blurred pictures

Hufflepuff: vibrant colours, sunflowers, marketplaces, fruit, colorful candy, pastel, strawberry blonde hair, ponytails, blue skies, summer, kids laughter, ladybugs, random acts of kindness, voluntary work, freckles, hippies, hummed songs, meditations, flower patterns, brightly lit rooms, smiling at strangers, orange lipstick, laughter lines, hugs, pancakes, summer drinks, spring break, open air festivals, sprinkles, slush ice, walking barefoot through grass, frozen yoghurt, the 70′s, dresses, easter, cotton candy, world peace, glitter, candy wrappers, giggles, holding out a helping hand, happy dreams, daydreaming, umbrellas, floral wreaths, sharing a meal, dances, butterflies, second chances, bees, wide open fields, happy tears, gifts, beach cruisers, soft kisses, blushing, milkshakes, confectioneries, cupcakes, beaches, attack hugs, parades, dandelions, donations, clumsiness, rainbows, animated films, relaxation, comfort food, first love, imagination, playfulness, nostalgia, positive mantras, harmony, romance, picnics, one of a kind, holding hands, childhood memories, newborn babies, warm blankets, freshly baked cookies, braided hair, fairy tales, bubble baths, watercolour paints, fuzzy socks, homemade pie, fluffy things, crystals, light shining through trees, bells, big beds with lots of blankets and pillows, lace, popsicles, tooth gaps

Ravenclaw: asymmetry, the colours: blue, white, silver and beige, glass marbles, tidiness, neat handwriting, ballett, ‘best in class’, certificates, museums, photography, art, hair buns, glasses, bookstacks, journals, libraries and bookstores, perfectly done nails, clean mirrors, desks, foreign languages, cafés, poetry, white bedsheets, macbooks, water bottles, sketches, polaroid, coffee shops, hastiness, deadlines, white clouds, astronomy, snow covered trees, feminism, 50′s, patent leather shoes, typewriters, tidy rooms, science, history, ikea furniture, raised eyebrows, sarcasm, lists, modern offices, mac cosmetics, the smell of new books, ties, rolling eyes, sitting at your homework until past midnight, jeans, vogue magazines, feng shui, yoga, classical novels, calligraphy, greek, owls, newspapers, research, documentaries, winning a debate, competitions, solving problems, riddles, curiousity, multi-tasking, historical figures, hackers, classical music, the new york times, fancy pens, caffeine, salads, cold waves, smartasses, ink stained hands, live theatre, hot espresso, impatience, responsibility, dry humor, knowledge, early mornings, changing schools, dark chocolate, alone-time, numbers, fresh scents, deep thinking, concepts, quills, technology, finals, formulas, sealing wax, falling asleep on your desk, sculptures


Imagine announcing you are in a relationship with your co-star Jared Leto during the People's Choice Awards, not knowing Jensen is there.

Originally posted by cassandrajm

The cheering came to a halt as Nina came on the stage “Wow that was certainly one kind of a performance!” she chuckled “For the next award we would like to welcome two partners… in crime.” she chuckled as the audience laughed.

“Are we sure she is not talking about you and Jensen?” Gen said to her husband who laughed, nudging his best friend who grinned.

“We stop the crime, baby.”

“For the time being.” Jensen added.

“I don’t know if you can tell who I am talking about.” Nina said into the microphone with a grin “But let me tell you that I am so excited to see they are here. I had been fighting so hard to get tickets to the movie that I had to camp out of the cinema!” she made a face and the crowd laughed again.

“But without any further talking let’s greet Harley and her Joker- because women rule and you better know it boys!” she said with a smirk and the audience cheered.

You felt your heart hammer in your chest as you made your way on the stage, lifting slightly your dress to not trip. It would be one hell of a sight that was for sure but not something you would remember fondly. You giggled as you took the microphone from your friend and turned to look at the audience. Celebrities you knew and didn’t were everywhere as they filled all the seats. It had been a while since you’d last been in some kind of awards, either performing or giving an award. The red carpet was one thing but this- no matter how much time passed you always found it as nerve-wracking.

“Well-” you chuckled “-my partner in crime is kinda gone at the moment but-” you smiled widely when the audience laughed “-it’s just his kind of thing.” you giggled.

Your eyes scanned the place. It all felt so overwhelming and new even if you had done it numerous times before. If you had been careful enough you would have spotted the familiar set of eyes that always stared at you with that kind of adoration and love but you were too fast to notice.

“He is always late! Always!” you emphasized “No matter what we do! Even on set, he was late! And for once I thought that at least when he was being the Joker he’d be on time but no!” you shook your head, raised a hand “But no, he is Jared Leto! Chuck forbid it if he is ever on time!” you said with a smirk and the crowd cheered loudly.

Jensen breathed out a chuckle and clapped along with the rest of the celebrities. Jared chuckled and cheered as well but his smile slightly fell when he took a look at his best friend and saw the familiar looking smile on his face. He hated this, and he hated for being the one to bring him down to Earth every time. The undeniable look of pure love on Jensen’s eyes was evident but Jared couldn’t allow it. He was willing to be the bad guy so long as his friend didn’t throw everything to hell and didn’t end up getting hurt… or worse, hurting the people he loved. You included.

“I was once waiting for him with Shannon and Tomo-” you glanced at your friends sitting on the front seats as they laughed “And he was like, half an hour late?” you glanced at them as Shannon nodded his head enthusiastically “Yeah and I decided to call him and he was like ‘Oh it was for today?’ and I was like 'Uh yeah? I mean sure, if you don’t want to come ok but we talked about it like a hundred times?’ and it was true!” you shrugged “He had repeated the date and hour many times so that he wouldn’t forget but- he had ended up forgetting what day of the months thatmorning actually  was.” you chuckled as the crowd laughed.

He was going to show up, you knew it but you were also prepared for him to be late as always.

“And I was saying to Shannon-” you smirked, making a casual face “I so see this happening in a couple months. To fill you in: there is this thing we have coming and I will be like on the phone-” you made the motion, putting on a serious face “'Hey Jared, uhm did you maybe forget about something important we had to do today?’ and I will be hearing him rushing in the background to get up from his bed and he’ll be like 'Uh I- I didn’t forget no.’ and it will be a little squeaky I swear-” you smirked as you saw Shannon scoff but smile. It was as if he could hear his brother saying those words.

'Oh really? Well, well then yeah that’s good. But since you have not forgotten about it will ya, I don’t know, try to be a little faster? Cause we’re all waiting up for you.’ and then there will be more rushing I know it and he’ll be like 'Oh uh uh really? I’m sorry- I just- I got a little carried away and-’ and he’ll stutter for sure and I will be like 'Oh yeah? No that’s good it’s just- It’s kinda supposed to be the other way you know? You waiting for me here and…’-” you paused for a moment, chuckling “-'me walking down the aisle with that cute white dress you said you couldn’t wait to see me in when you proposed? Yeah that.’” and you didn’t have to say more as the crowd erupted in cheers, both at the words you said and as your fiance came on the stage in a rush.

“I told you a thousand times: I will not be late on our wedding day!” he said with a grin and you giggled.

You looked at the audience with a serious face “I still am so sure I will be the one waiting at the end of that aisle though, for sure!” you exclaimed as he gave you a look but you only giggled at it. You were toying with him, sure, and he knew it but you still loved it when he got grumpy. You were sure that he was going to be there in time that day.

More cheers were heard as Jared wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his lips against yours. You grinned into the kiss as everybody stood up, congratulating the two of you.

Everyone but one. Jensen found it impossible to move as the only thing he felt was his world spin and his heart hammer painfully inside his chest. He didn’t do anything because he couldn’t feel anything. The pain was too much anyway.

And at that moment he wished he could die.

Meet Anodite!Ben >w< I had so much fun with this lol

I’ve been binge watching Ben 10 omniverse and i saw the alternate universe where gwen was the Omnitrix bearer and i thought hm, wouldn’t that mean ben was the one with the ‘spark’? lol

but unlike Gwen, Ben actually accepted to going to Anodyne at the age of 10 but only for 5 years with the occasional back and forth trip to earth (like for the high breed invasion) he also stayed in contact with Gwen and occasionally Kevin in the 5 years Gwen became earth’s hero while Ben was being taught an extreme crash course of the do’s and donts of being an Anodite. 

when he came back to earth he finally reunited with gwen and max, Gwen’s team had become a super crime fighting trio with the new plumber Partner Rook Blonko *cough* benko *cough* and with the anodite it became a crime fighting quartet ;p and benny boy is being flirty with the new guy while teasing gwen with words like “You have a cute Revannohgander and …well kevin on your little trio, I’m just sayin if you really missed me you would share, just the revannogander of course” also i support Bi!ben! 

this ben is almost exactly like omniverse ben with his love of Mr,Smoothie and Chilli Fries onlu difference is that he’s a tad bit more knowledgeable with magic but he likes to skim things in the magic book so sometimes the spell goes wacky.

sometimes his anodite powers like to mix themselves up like if he tries to make a sword he instead gets a whip but it works out anyways.

this ben is 17 years old


Imagine how your death affects the Mystic Falls Gang

When you died a part of everyone around you died also. You were loved by nearly everyone who met you, and you impacted a ton of people in Mystic Falls. People followed you, you were a leader, a person who was trusted by many. When you died people changed, some became sad where as others used your death to fuel their anger and avenge you. Within 24 hours of your death, the people who killed you got a gruesome death of their own.

Damon was the one who got angry at your death, he killed your murderer and anyone else associated with them. Afterwards he drank a lot and killed some more people. It was deadly but it was his way to cope, you were his best friend, his partner in crime, and his drinking buddy.

Stefan was different, he felt everything, from anger to sadness. He felt it all, and it would keep rushing back. Stefan couldn’t escape your memory you were always there. You kept fighting until your final breath, yes Stefan was sad about your death, but he was grateful that you saved Elena and Caroline from dying.

Elena and Caroline felt guilty, they felt guilty because you saved them and couldn’t save yourself. They wanted to save you but it was too late, they were too hurt and you were nearly gone. If they tried to save you they would have died alongside you.

Jeremy and Bonnie felt as if they could have done something, something that would have helped save your life. Bonnie could have tried harder to get her magic back, and Jeremy could have fought alongside you.

The whole Mikaelson family had a mixture of emotions, some were sad and some were just devastated, of course Klaus kept it together and acted as if it didn’t affect him in any way. They tried yet still put up a wall.

You affected their lives as much as they affected yours. Your life was good, and so was theirs all because you made it better. People who saw you immediately saw a bright light that shined in the darkest of moments. People who didn’t even talk to you saw how much your death affected others.


(A/N): I couldn’t think of any other title I am so sorry

Request:OMG. Can you write an imagine where the reader is really short (5'0) and she’s new to the team and everyone isn’t sure about her fighting, especially on a mission. but when they go, she totally kicks ass and they’re all shocked!? especially Bucky. and he like BEGS her to be his partner is crime? THANK YOU ❤️❤️ ILYSM

Warnings: some swearing

Originally posted by imnotapipedream

    “So shortstuff,” Tony smirks as he slides up to your desk using a chair, casually leaning back against it as it slides along the floor. “We got a mission today, think you and your tiny legs can handle it?” You grit your teeth in restraint, forcing a tight lipped smile as you do so. 

   “Pretty sure Tony, I was chosen for this program for a reason you know,” 

   You had in deed been elected into the Avengers by a not so dead Fury. The team needed some more players and apparently you were the first pick, despite your height. You had thought this was going to be a great time, maybe make some friends, get some more training, stuff like that. But the day you walked through those doors you knew every hope you had for this team flew out the window.

    As soon as the doors closed behind you everyone had stared at you in shock, after all you were miniscule compared to most of them. With Nat, being the shortest, coming in 7 inches taller than you. You had hoped they would accept you despite your height but as soon as Tony Stark, the ass of the group, laid eyes on you he had burst into hysterics, laughing so hard you thought he may die. 

   “Oh my god,” He breathed out, wiping away at the imaginary tears in the corners of his eyes. “They’re so tiny,” Everyone flushed at his words, having all thought the same thing only Tony had the guts to vocalize it and unfortunately for you he still did to this day. 

   “You sure? I don’t want you getting tired or-” You abruptly rise from your seat, glaring at the man before you as he simply smirked coolly. 

   “I’m going on this mission,” You growled, your tone more than dark. “And I’m going to kick ass,” With that statement you turn on your heel, marching off to your room to sulk for a few hours. 

   You did have to admit, the comments did sometimes get to you. It wasn’t easy being on a team of literal giants after all. But you had to be strong, you didn’t want to look like a complete baby in front of all your teammates, knowing their ridicule would only get worse if it did so instead you kept it bottled up, waiting for the perfect moment to explode. But now was not the time, you could use this anger to your advantage, perhaps use it on the mission that you had in a few hours. So instead of exploding like you so desperately wanted to you kept it in, instead electing to hang out in your room and cool down a bit. 

    Everyone eyed you warily as you prepped for the mission, placing your weapon of choice in your good hand, the other clenched tightly in a fist. You knew they were all thinking the same thing, why the hell are they coming with us, but they just wouldn’t vocalize it. 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky whispered from beside you, a pleasant smile upon his face. “You think you’re ready for this?”

    “Why? Because I’m too small?” You snap, causing his smile to fall, replaced by a rather confused and curious look. 

    “I was going to say because It’s your first mission but uh-” 

    “Oh god Bucky,” You bury your face in your hand, attempting to hide the blush that coated your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like that, it’s just that Tony has been-”

    “I know,” Bucky’s smile returns as he nods his head to your apology. “I know how…stressful he can be,” You offer a small, apologetic smile, muttering a quiet ‘yeah’ as you do so. “But really? Are you doing okay? Any first mission nerves or anything like that?” You wouldn’t admit it but yeah, you were stressing a bit. This was your first mission and as far as you knew it wasn’t going to be easy as Tony had told you time after time again but you were hoping that you did well enough to not get teased at the end of the night. 

   “Not really,” You give Bucky a smile hoping it looked more convincing than it felt. Bucky smiles back and you’re sure your heart flutter just a bit, or perhaps that was your nerves? Either way your heart quickened it’s pace just a bit at that moment. 

   “Okay ladybug,” Tony called to you, motioning you over to the descending ramp of the Quinjet. You grit your teeth as you stomp forward, completely disregarding the soft look Bucky was giving you, like a sweet and concerned puppy. “We got agents on all sides, take them down and we’re golden, think you can handle that?” You nod curtly, keeping your gaze dead set on the ground below you, refusing to look at any one of the Avengers. “Okay then,” Tony’s helmet smacks down onto his face, the eyes suddenly bursting with life. “Let’s do this,”

    3 hours. 3 hours you’d been fighting these things. 3 hours of kicking, punching, shooting, and harming these agents in anyway possible. You were growing weak, your limbs growing tired as your lungs craved a break. You had tapped into your anger long ago and it was slowly seeping out of you as you worked your way through the agents, mounds and mounds of them to be exact. 

    You couldn’t even see where the others were or how they were faring all you were focused on was getting rid of these agents and being able to go home and eat your weight in cold foods. 

   With a quick flick of your wrist you snap the neck of some agent in your arms, not even blinking an eye when they slid out of your grasp and onto the floor. You whipped around, preparing for more agents to come at you but none came, in fact, the entire area was full of wounded agents, all on the ground gasping and clutching at certain body parts or not even moving at all. 

   “Well Damn,” Tony mutters as he lands beside you, his suit nearly scaring you enough to attack him. Nearly. “I didn’t know you had it in you kid,” Tony’s helmet flips up, revealing his well renowned smirk.

    “They fought the hardest and longest of us all,” Steve praises as he too appears beside you, clapping a hand against your shoulder as he does so. “I’m proud of you,” Steve gives you a smile, causing a blush to alight your cheeks. 

   “Thank you,” You whisper timidly, not quite knowing how to respond to the praise. 

   “You know what?” Clint suddenly joins in, throwing his bow over his back, locking it onto his quivers. “I think we’d make an excellent team (Y/N), our fighting skills mesh well and-” 

   “Nuh-uh,” Sam pipes in, landing with a soft thud onto his feet. “(Y/N)’s good on the ground, I’m good in the sky, it’d be perfect-” 

   “Guys,” Nat slinks up, placing an arm around your shoulders, smirking softly at the rest of the team. “I think they wanna pair up with me, we’re both kick ass fighters and-” 

    “Actually,” Bucky suddenly pipes in, his voice masking everyone else’s. “I think (Y/N) and I would make a pretty great pair…right?” Bucky’s tone is hopefully as he stares at you, his puppy eyes twinkling brightly as he speaks. 

    Bucky had been the kindest to you since you arrived and you had to admit, the idea of being his partner was rather alluring. 

    “Right,” You give an affirmative nod, smiling at the soldier softly. You can hear everyone whining behind you but you really didn’t care, not when Bucky was smiling that happily towards you, not when Bucky Barnes was directing that smile towards you. “I’d really like that,” 

heathers soundtrack: a summary
  • Beautiful: public school
  • Candy Store: the overplayed one
  • Fight For Me: violence is sexy
  • Freeze Your Brain: surprisingly fucked up for a song about the Slurpee(TM)
  • Big Fun: property damage
  • Dead Girl Walking: SEX BREAK
  • Very/Veronica's Chandler Nightmare: voyeurism gone wrong
  • Me Inside Of Me: how in the name of fuck do you write a suicide note that fast im calling bullshit
  • Blue: the other cursed song
  • You're Welcome: hamilton's what the kids like these days right?
  • Blue (Reprise): does Not have the right to be this fucking catchy fuck you
  • Chainsaw: weird euphemisms
  • Our Love Is God: partners in crime
  • Prom Or Hell?: going steady even after he kills three people
  • My Dead Gay Son: gay dads
  • Fight For Me (Reprise): violence is no longer sexy
  • Seventeen: teenage homicide (don't do it)
  • Shine A Light: i don't care what anyone says about ms fleming this is the best song in this goddamn musical ok fight me
  • Lifeboat: jesus she's on the freakin' bus again
  • Shine A Light (Reprise): I CAN'T GET THE CAP OFF
  • Kindergarten Boyfriend: surprisingly not a melanie martinez song
  • Yo Girl: she will never leave the cul de sac
  • Meant To Be Yours: bang bang, ma'am. bang bang. stick em up ma'am. this is a robbery
  • Dead Girl Walking (Reprise): why im terrified of pep rallies
  • I Am Damaged: sayonara slushfucker
  • Seventeen (Reprise): if i see one more edgy purgatory theory about this song i'm gonna eat a fridge
The Joker X Reader  * Breaking point*

It drives you insane of how possessive he is sometimes. My God, does Mister J get jealous or what?! And the crazy things he does…One of these days he’s gonna hurt you really, really bad. Well, let him try!

You’ve been fighting for half an hour now. J got really mad because his now former business partner eyeballed you all night long. Dexter noticed you when you were out in the club dancing for the Clown Prince of Crime himself and made a small comment on how he would love to have a woman like you in his bed every night. That was definitely the wrong thing to say to the Joker; something snapped inside of him (again) and later that night Frost was dumping his body in an unmarked grave a few miles outside the city.

“And how is that my fault ,J? How?! “ you say, annoyed, passing your fingers through your hair and actually yanking it in frustration.

“Did you ever encourage him?” he snarls at you, staring you down, panting, his chest going up and down so fast it starts to worry you. He’s pissed.

“No, of course not!” you defend yourself, even if it doesn’t matter at this point.

“I sent you to deal with him before, did anything happen?” His eyes burn through you; it certainly feels like one of his intimidating interrogations.

“Are you serious?! You know there’s only you. “

“Yeeesss, only meee,” he mocks, grinning that fake smile he puts on when he can’t control his emotions.

“Are you suggesting otherwise?” You lift your eyebrows, offended.

He doesn’t answer; he turns his back on you and takes a deep breath. You know what that means: the Joker is trying to calm his demons down before he does something he might regret. This is your chance and you are taking advantage of it. You approach and hug him from behind, starting to plant kisses all over his back. He feels your lips through the silky fabric of his purple shirt and your hands squeezing him tight, too proud and crazed by jealousy to respond in any way.

You sigh, resting your forehead on his shoulder, and move your hands down to his crotch.

“Wanna have angry sex?”


“Why not? I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

“NO, I’m too mad!” You can’t see his face, but his biting on his lip so hard it’s almost bleeding-he so wants to take you up on the offer, but he’s stubborn as hell.

“That’s the point, babe…Well, OK, then,” you move your hands up to his chest again, feeling his skin from under the unbuttoned shirt. “Who do you take after with this temper of yours? Mom or dad?”

J growls and digs his fingers in your arms so deep you instantly start feeling the numbness.
“Auuuuch, fine, fine, let go, let go…”

He lets go after a few more seconds, because he wanted to make sure you’ll get the message. The Joker is very happy with himself and you don’t care too much because your little strategy worked: at least he’s upset about something else for the moment. Jesus, he sure can act like an entitled five year old brat.

You rub your skin, walking away towards the master bedroom. He’s still with his back turned, looking out the window.

“I’m going to get my new tattoo now; I’m taking Richard with me,” you tell him, hoping he’ll talk.

“What are you getting done?”  He finally turns towards you, his voice raspy and still frowning.     There you are.

“I was thinking to get this tattooed on my forehead: NOT the Property of Joker.”

“Don’t you dare, doll !” he threatens, scoffing.

You enter the bedroom to change your shoes and outfit, smiling to yourself and text Richard:

“Ditch your Panda costume and wear something nice, you’re taking me for a ride in my red Lexus. I’ll meet you downstairs in 15 minutes.”

After you change, you go back in the living room to find the Joker standing in the same spot, scratching his head with his gun. He always does that when something troubles him.

“Would you stop doing that? You’ll blow your brains out one of these days.”

“So?” he mutters, absent minded.

“I’ll be bored without you. Plus, you’re pretty decent in bed.”

You duck the gunshot in time, hiding behind the couch.

“Decent?!” J sarcastically snickers. He shots again.

“Stop it, you know I hate it when we have to fix the walls every time you do this!”

“Then take it back.”

Another bullet shrieks over your head.

“Opps, I missed.”

“Truce! Truce!” you plead, feeling sorry for the poor penthouse you love so much.

“Not until you take it back.”

“Fine, I take it back.”


“And you’re the best lover ever…”

”Hmmm, that’s better…” you hear his voice getting closer to your hiding place.

“…in a very average way,” you continue, making a run for the elevator. You hear him stomp behind you and the elevator’s doors close right before he can get in.

“Get your ass back here!!” he screams but there’s no way you’ll do that. You feel you got a bit of revenge and you don’t care if you pay for it later.


You’ve been talking to the henchmen in the lobby for the last 10 minutes, waiting for Richard. He’s so slow all the time. At least you are catching up with them. You are quite fond of the boys and they like you because you saved their lives a lot of times from Mister J’s blind fury. You don’t mind if someone deserves it, but if there’s no reason to his rampage besides his vexation, then you always intervene.  

Richard finally comes to get you and now you are on your way to the Tattoo parlor. You both laugh and have a good time, remembering past stories and insane things that happened in the last year.

“Do you remember when Mark got stabbed at the bank? He never pays attention, J got so mad he almost killed him afterwards,” you giggle, playfully punching Richard’s shoulder.

“Oh my God, yes, that was a trip. You know, he always talks about how you stood up to Mister J for him, he thought he will die that night.”

“Mehhh, it’s nothing, I like living on the edge,” you wink and both start laughing again.

“You were so nice to …” Richard confesses and you interrupt:

“Dude, if you call me nice again, I’ll blow your brains out myself!!!… Oh, your song is on!” you excitedly squeal and turn up the volume.

Desiigner’s “Panda” is blasting in the speakers and you two start singing the lyrics. Not being around J for a while is working its magic.

“Glad you two are having sum’ fun,” the Joker’s voice suddenly comes from the back sit and you hear the gun click. My God, he was hiding there?!

Richard freezes, instantly thinking he’s living on borrowed time. You don’t even jump because you’re used to scares from watching horror movies all the time. Plus, you have some serious training from being his girl.

“Pull over!!” the Joker commands, his gun to the henchman’s temple. “Are you flirting with my Princess, hmmm?” his silver teeth are grinding in annoyance and you see his jaw clenching. That’s not good.

“N-no sir, not at all.”

“Fucking liar…you want her?”

“W-what? No boss, I didn’t even think…” he stammers, knowing he can’t win.

“Why don’t you want her? Not good enough for you? She’s God damn beautiful, are you blind?!”

This is one of those moments when you have to step in because J is gone beyond the point of reasoning again.

“Apologize for offending her. NOW!” The gun digs in Richard’s skull harder.

“Ummm…I’m sorry, Y/N,” he addresses you, flustered, pulling over. You roll your eyes and slowly take J’s arm, pointing it towards you head.

“Would you stop it? What are you doing?!”

You look into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, not even blinking. It seems like an eternity to Richard. The Joker finally lowers his gun and snarls:
“Out of the car, Panda, I’ll deal with you later.”


He’s been driving for the last 20 minutes and you’ve been fighting of course. He keeps on pushing and shoving you in your sit and you are getting mad too.

“You touched him, I saw it!”

“Wha’?” you look puzzled. “When?”

“You touched his shoulder, I saw it!” and J shoves you again.

“For God’s sake, I didn’t even realize it. And stop pushing me!!!!” you shout, wanting to really hit him back right now.

“Shut up or I’m gonna kill you!!”

“Do it!!! Why don’t you do it instead of talking about it? DO IT !!!!”

His punch comes out of nowhere and it’s so strong that you hit your head against the window and you feel your eyes going in the back of your head.

“Shit! I didn’t mean to,” it’s the last thing you hear him say before you faint.

You wake up tight up to the chair with a massive headache. After adjusting your blurry vision, it looks like you are inside one of your warehouses.  You try to move and whimper in pain. Your arms hurt and you look down to see why: a bunch of bloody scrapes all over your forearms. Did he… did he just scratch you all over?!

You feel his lips kissing your neck from behind.

“Awww, you’re awake, Pumpkin? How are you feeling?”

You grunt, swallowing with difficulty, giving the Joker an evil glare as he comes in front of you.

“What exactly are you doing, J?” you squint your eyes, trying to free your hands.

“I told you I’m gonna  kill ya’, didn’t I?” he smirks, licking his lips. “Do you like my tattoos? I tried to improvise since you didn’t make it to the parlor. Sorry, no ink, just have my knife with me.”

You kick him in the shin, and he grunts, still awkwardly smiling.

“That hurt, Princess. Should you really be doing this?” he pulls your hair to the side and you bite his hand. “Ahhh, you’re sooo feisty! That’s why I like you,” he forcefully kisses you and you struggle to escape.

“Untie me, J, what got into you?!” you plead, very confused at the whole thing.

He doesn’t answer and goes behind you again. You turn your head to see what he’s doing and you see him grabbing scissors from the desk. He comes back in front of you.

“I always liked your… long…bright… red… hair… honey,”  the Joker pauses after each word, gathering your locks in a ponytail,” but you don’t need it when you’re dead, I’ll keep it as a souvenir.”

“Are you…J, don’t touch my hair! Don’t you dare!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You feel the scissors cutting and your hair is now just above your shoulders. You gasp in disbelief.

He holds your ponytail in his hand, satisfied, but his huge grin disappears when he takes another glance at your enraged face. You’re so mad you can’t utter a word.

“Dammit, you look even cuter with shorter hair!” he kicks you chair, annoyed, “Hold on, I have to regroup!” and he storms out of the room, locking the door behind.

Regroup?! WTF? Has he finally completely lost it? Is he really going to kill you? He probably wouldn’t dare, he would be screwed without you…but, something is very wrong, that’s for sure. He never acted like this before. You have to admit: at least it’s not a boring day. And at a slight first examination of your current situation, you realize it makes you irritated. Why did two messed up people like you had to get together?

Your thoughts are interrupted by Frost marching inside, quickly coming to you and trying to release you.

“I’ll just tell him you escaped, punch me really hard before you leave,” he pants, pulling on the ropes.

“Stop, stop, Frosty,” you finally say, smiling. “You would really do this for me?” He looks at you, a bit embarrassed.

“Yes, I would…I am, so go before he comes back!”

“Jonny, he would know you helped, and he would kill you. Just leave, I’ll deal with him.”

He’s puzzled.

“Are you sure? You seem…like you could use some help.”    Oh, yes, probably some bruises, the dry blood, the scrapes and short hair. Is it noticeable?!!!!

“I’m sure, go!”

He heads out and you make sure to let him know:

“I won’t forget this.”

Frost nods his head and leaves.


You’ve been there for a couple hours and felt asleep, exhausted with all the unpredictable events you had to put up since this morning. The Joker brutally yanking at your dress wakes you up. He grumbles, frustrated, and cuts your ropes, then back to ripping your dress.

“I hate this dress,” he mutters while you struggle to push him away and make a run for it. You slap his hands and kick him with all you’ve got, trying to run past him when he trips you and you fall on the floor, immediately feeling his weight on top of you.

“Let me go, baby, stop it!!! What are you doing?” you ask, as he tries to pin your hands with one of his, using the other to rip another piece of fabric from your dress.

“Baby, baby, baby…” he imitates you, amused, blowing his now messy green hair from his face. “Stay still!”

“No!” you squirm under him, determined to fight with all you’ve got.

“Fine, wear this rag if it pleases you.” He suddenly stops his attack and digs in his pocket. Oh, hell, no! No more knife tattoos! you think, instinctively looking around the floor for something to smash his head with if he tries to cut you again.

The Joker forcefully grabs your left hand and you get ready to slap him with your free one when you realize he just put something on your ring finger.

“There!… Jeez, you really made me work for it, I’m tired,” he sighs, collapsing on you. You both pant and you don’t know what your next move should be. You bring your fingers close to your face and there it is: the biggest diamond ring you’ve ever seen, and you’ve seen a lot since you love stealing them all the time.

“J, what is this?”

“A ring, Y/N!” he breaths in your ear, lifting his head a bit. “Just say yes Princess, I’ve been through a lot today.”

“You…you’ve been through a lot??!!” you snap, wanting to strangle him on the spot.“Was all of this your plan to get my attention?!!? Just to give me the ring?!!”

He inhales, exasperated. “I had to do something special to prove I love you to death,” he sighs again, pressing your lips against yours, proud he got his point across. You break the kiss immediately.

“Is this your idea of a romantic proposal, you jerk?!!! You’ve punched me, “tattooed” my arms, cut my hair, and freaked me out thinking you’re gonna kill me…”

“Well, yeah,” the Joker stops your rant. “I knew you’d love it.”

You open your mouth in amazement.

“You’re a fucking lunatic, J !” you yell and the frown on your face makes his heart stop. He really thought this would be the coolest thing ever.

“Oh my God,” he buries his face in your neck and you feel him getting really tense. “Baby doll, did I fuck up?”

“Get off me! I’m out of here!”

“No, no, no,” he protests, kissing your neck again, still pinning you to the floor with his weight. “Don’t leave…” He suddenly looks at you again and you see his blue eyes checking you with concern.

OMG, he’s playing his I can’t live without you card.

“So, you’re not impressed…at all?” he whispers, now fully aware and scared he screwed up big time.

“Well, I kind of am,” you admit, “but not in the way you think and I’m pissed; you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“Anything, baby doll” he blurs out so fast before you finish your sentence. “I’ll let you do whatever you want,” he winks at you, relieved.

“I thought you’ll never offer,” you smirk with a devilish spark in your eyes. “First thing first :when was the last time you got a tattoo?”

Requested by the lovely  bebhemmo: “ Can you do joker x reader one where reader is an ordinary girl somehow ended up being kidnapped by joker. He tortured her until she tried to commit suicide one day. Joker found her unconscious in the bathroom and he started to realize he has feelings for her (she has feelings for him to) and realized what he had done so he cure her until she woke up and he apologize or something?” and anon that wanted jealous Joker. I combined the two and changed up things a bit to fit better. I hope you liked it.

Also read - MASTERLIST :

mobile masterlist;

❄ = Christmas themed

Niece Knows Best

Icing Trouble ❄

The Heart of the Ocean (titanic!au)

A Helping Hand (neighbor!au)

Color (blind!yoongi)

Winter Wonderland (blind!yoongi) ❄

Partners In Crime (heist!au)

We Own The Night (small-town!au)

You Are In Love

Lilac (soulmate!au)

The Visitor (demon!yoongi)

7 Kisses

Dance With Me ❄

Bite (vampire!Au)

Deck the Halls  

Brain Games (mind-reader!namjoon)


Give You My Heart (doctor!jimin)

The Great Light Fight ❄

Tenebris Occultis (psychic!jimin)

Masterpiece (art-student!jimin)

Let It Snow ❄

Skater Heart (skaterboy!taehyung)

The Meaning of Time (time-traveler!taehyung)

Spiders ft. Jungkook (poly!au)

Polarity ft. Jungkook (poly!au)

Baseball Pants ft. Jungkook (poly!au)

Insecure (poly!au) Burden &  Jealousy

Medicine (hospital!au)

Pick a Side ft. Jungkook (poly!au)

In Public ft. Jungkook (poly!au)

Q & A ft. Jungkook (poly!au)

Good Company ft. Jungkook (poly!au)

Blueberries and Bad Boys (badboy!au)

The Fire Enigma (demon!jungkook)

Bad Boy for Christmas (badboy!au) ❄

Almost Human (fallen-angel!jungkook)

Spiders ft.Taehyung (poly!au)

Polarity ft. Taehyung (poly!au)

Baseball Pants ft. Taehyung (poly!au)

Insecure (poly!au) Burden & Jealousy

Pick a Side ft. Taehyung (poly!au)

In Public ft. Taehyung (poly!au)


Curse Words (soulmate!au)

Q & A ft. Taehyung (poly!au)

Good Company ft. Taehyung (poly!au)


Trailer I Character Profiles I Prologue I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07







↠ OT7

BTS as Greek Gods

BTS in High School


You Tease Them Over Childhood Stories

You Tell Them You’re Pregnant

Best Friend Taehyung and Boyfriend Yoongi

Staying Late at the Company (Jimin)

You’re Insecure (Jimin & Yoongi)

They Tease You Over Childhood Stories

You Send Them To The Store to Buy Pads/Tampons

They Find Your Tumblr

Pick-Up Line War

Jealous/Posessive Yoongi

Accidentally Sending Them Your Confession

Your Brother Jin Finds Out You’re Dating Suga

They Forget Your Birthday

Random Boyfriend Yoongi

You Send Them Random Texts

They Text You About Your Sleeping Habits

Happy Birthday Jungkook!

Happy Birthday Namjoon!

When You’re On Your Period

Drunk In Love

Bangtan Comeback

Texting BTS “I Have a Secret To Tell You”


You’re Insecure (Jimin & Yoongi)

Staying Late at the Company (Jimin)

Best Friend Taehyung and  Boyfriend Yoongi

Convincing You Out of the House (Jungkook & Jin)

You’re Sick (Maknae Line)

They Tease You For Liking Taehyung

Confessing To You (Jin and Yoongi)

You’re Scared From a Movie (Yoongi)

Excited for Christmas (Taehyung)❄

Merry Christmas from  BTS❄

Sweet Jungkook

Caring Jimin + Sassy You

BTS + Winter Weather

Encouraging BTS

Jealous/Posessive Yoongi

Happy (V)alentine’s Day (Taehyung) 

Your Brother Jin Finds Out You’re Dating Suga

You’re Their Sister

Happy 3rd Anniversary!

Random Boyfriend Yoongi

Happy Birthday Jungkook!

Happy Birthday Namjoon!

Boyfriend Yoongi Misses You

Poly!Taekook When The Power Goes Out 


You’re a Bad Cook

Seeing You In Your Prom Dress

You Believe In the Supernatual

You Falling

Their Kid Getting Injured At School

You Walking Down the Aisle

You Only Getting a Few Hours of Sleep

You Having a Lot of Pictures of Them On Your Phone 

You Fainting After Riding a Rollercoaster 

You Painting Their Nails Pink While They Sleep

You Reject Them

You’re Their Idol Crush and On the Same Variety Show

Your House Gets Broken Into When They Aren’t Home (Hyung Line)

You’re Child Is a Daddy’s Girl/Boy


All Members









The 1975 Drabbles 


Dating Kol Mikaelson would include…
* Him risking his life for you.
* Lots of sex.
* All the time.
* Everywhere.
* Bickering with him.
* Him kissing you from behind.
* Him being very protective of you.
* Being his weakness.
* Partners in crime.
* Being each other’s best friends.
* Telling each other everything.
* Stealing his tops and wearing them around the house.
* Him pretending to be annoyed, but secretly loving it.
* Cuddling up to each other in bed.
* Forehead kisses.
* Getting butterflies when your eyes catch across the room, even though you’ve been dating for years.
* Because he still manages to make your heart race.
* Loud, angry fights, that lead to hot makeup sex.
* Always being terrified that you’re going to lose him again.

Rogue One

*Um… Spoilers ahead, duh*

Me at the beginning of the movie: This is gonna be awesome

Introduction of sassy robot: ME!

Introduction of sassy blind guy and partner in crime/protector: ME! & ME!

Sad message from Galen Erso w/ Saw Gerrera: *tears*

Death of Saw Gerrera: *more tears*

Death of Galen & Cassian tugging Jyn away: *tears* WHY?

Cassian arguing with Jyn: Just kiss!

Small rag tag group of fighters making their way downtown: IT’S MY SQUAD!



Bodi getting exploded: NO! MY PURE BALL OF SUNSHINE, NO!

Sassy blind guy: NOT THE BLIND DUDE, REALLY?

Protector fighting after death of blind guy: I shipped it… And it’s sunk all within ten minutes…


Cassian shooting Krennick: YESSSSSS, BLESSSS! Now, go, my children. Go escape quickly and have kids and be happy.

Final scene on the beach after having been sobbing the entire time: But… My ship… My last ship… Can I just? Can they just kiss, please? Please…


Cold December Night

This cute Christmas imagine was requested here by @sweetxchains

All the apologies for taking so long to get it out. I hope you like it dear! 

It took me three whole Christmas albums on Spotify cause I kinda got carried away! The title and imagine are inspired a bit by a Michael Bublé song everyone should listen to.


Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1110

~Mod Jaybird 

You walk out of a large wooden door and into a courtyard decorated perfectly for the holiday. In the middle of the scene was a beautiful fountain with a man in uniform standing beside it that you would know anywhere.

It was a scene from The Nutcracker, your favorite ballet. You looked down and saw that you were dressed as the Sugar Plum Fairy. Music cascaded through the courtyard and you began to dance the Grand Pas de Deux, but when the man turned around it was your long-time crush and crime fighting partner, Jason Todd instead of the Fairy’s Cavalier.

It shocked you a bit at first but you fell into a perfect rhythm with him as your partner. Everything was perfect until you were jolted out of your dream by something landing on your bed.

That thing was none other than Dick Grayson.

“Wakey Wakey Y/N! It’s Christmas Morning! Coooome ooooonnnnn let’s go open presents!”

You let out a groan. Why was he always so freaking chipper in the morning, especially after a late night of patrol?

“If it will make you shut up, I will gladly get out of bed. You will have to get off of me first though Dick. I’m starting to lose feeling in my legs.”

“Sweet! You were the last one to get out of bed so now it’s officially time for presents!” He launches himself off your bed and runs off down the hall.

You throw your legs over the side and slide your feet into your favorite pair of slippers. After a stretch, you head for the door grabbing your ridiculous Christmas sweater to pull on over your PJ top as you go.

Once you reach the bottom of the stairs you see everyone in the living room in various states of consciousness. Dick is sitting on the floor next to the tree chomping at the bit for the festivities to begin, Tim is curled up in a chair snoring lightly, Damian is next to the fireplace petting Pennyworth like he’s an evil villain planning to attack Dick, Bruce and Alfred are standing in the doorway watching over the room, and Jason is sitting on the couch with his arm slung across the back.

You head over to sit next to Jason. Once settled he hands you a mug of hot chocolate, your drink of choice since coffee had never piqued your interest.

“Thanks Jaybird,” you say before you take a sip of the warm liquid.

“No problem. I figured you’d need the sugar to start waking up.”

“Great minds think alike,” you chuckle.

Dick looks around the room performing a mental headcount. “Alright Y/N is here now so we can start. Remember don’t start opening until everyone’s gifts are handed out.”

His statement is met with a chorus of mumbles. After about twenty minutes or so all of the gifts have been exchanged, and you were quite surprised with the thoughtfulness of all the boys with the presents they got you. They all seemed overjoyed with their gifts as well.

You can’t help but get a little down though when you notice Jason hasn’t handed anything to you. You wondered if something was wrong or if he just forgot to get you anything. You pushed the thought out of your head though because there are more important things about Christmas than the presents.

You wandered into the kitchen to help Alfred make breakfast since you seemed to be the only other person that could cook besides the butler. After a while you notice Jason standing alone out in the sun room. You could tell by his body language that something was up.

After excusing yourself from the kitchen, you wander out to the sun room and stand next to him.

“What’s up, Jaybird?” you say as you bump into his shoulder.

“Huh? Oh. It’s nothing.”

You gave him a look that screamed ‘really now?’

“All right it is something.”

“You don’t say,” an air of sarcasm in your tone. “Spill it, Todd.”

“It’s your gift…” He says as he pulls a small, red box with a tiny green bow out of his pocket. “I’m terrified that you won’t like it because of what it means.”  

“Well there’s no way to know until you give it to me,” you say with a small smile.

He holds the box out, and you take it gently in your hands. The lid slides off with ease and you get your first look at the gift inside. It’s a silver heart shaped locket with ornate swirls patterned in to the surface. After you take it out of the box you open the small charm.

Immediately you’re drawn to the picture inside. It’s your favorite picture of the two of you from his birthday last year. You took him to Disney and managed to get a picture in Mickey ears in front of the castle. You had snuck and kissed his cheek right before so he looked surprised and happy.

Your eyes drifted over to the inscription on the other side, “Always in my heart” in what you noticed was Jason’s handwriting. You gasped and looked up at him.

“Y/N, we’ve known each other for a while, and I think I’ve liked you as more than a friend for a while minus a day. You are smart, and beautiful, and sassy, and can kick ass like nobody’s business, and most of all you deal with all of my…me-ness from before and after the pit. I hope that you have some of the same feelings about me, otherwise I’ve made a fool out of myself with your present and the whole professing of my love thing and I…”

You put your hand over his mouth. “You ramble when you’re nervous. Take a second to breathe and then kiss me already, cause I like you as more than a friend, too,” you say with a chuckle.

After a beat, he moves your hand from his face and leans in. Your lips touch in what is probably the most perfect first kiss ever, if you do say so yourself.

When the two of you part Jason sighs like he’s released all of his nervous energy. “I am super glad that went the way I hoped it would.”

“Me too,” you say with a smile spreading across your face. You hold the locket up between the two of you and say, “help out a gal will ya?”

You hold up your hair and he fastens the clasp at the back of your neck. You turn around and give him a peck on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Jaybird.” 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

I was playing around of an idea of a superhero AU, and holyshit, I got carried away.

* Oikawa is your typical rich-boy-turned-superhero, named as the Grand King, who, after his parents were murdered, turned his focus into crime-fighting. He has a maid (Yachi), who helps him with costumes and gadgets.

* Iwaizumi showed up one time, as a ‘mysterious armored man’, saving Oiks’ life, saying that “every King needs a knight”. In real life, he’s Oikawa’s business partner, but they don’t know each other that well.

* Kageyama tries to follow the Grand King, but at the same time, be better than him. At first, he does it real bad, doing more harm than good, earning him the mocking name of “King”, but after he became a part of a team, and learns the power of friendship teamwork, he gets better. He’s a police officer

* Hinata is a speedster. I mean, look at him. He’s really clumsy at first, because, only speed and determination isn’t always enough. He make illustrations for children’s books (he started it because Natsu, who’s also a speedster, but still too young to be a hero)

* Tsukishima’s an alien, who only arrived on Earth two years ago. His main ability is telekinesis and telepathy. Yamaguchi found him, and took him in, and he’s still his only close friend. Only wears his glasses for identity conceal. Don’t really like this 'hero-thing’, but still does it. He works as a bartender, because, he kind of likes it.

* Yamaguchi is only ever viewed as Tsukishima’s sidekick, both in real life and as heroes, but without him, Tsukishima would be long dead. At first, he was really afraid, but he found his bravery. He has a kick for magic. Also, very good chef.

* Asahi is all about strength. He can harden his skin, and can punch you to the moon. He’s really frightening, until you know him, because he’s just a big softie. He’s an elementary school teacher.

* Noya can control the weather. His power come from an ancient amulet that he accidentally found, when he was out hiking. He is a photographer, and sometimes take pictures of his superhero friends, to earn money. A hero needs to pay rent too.

* Suga is a seer. It’s a curse on his family, but he tries to use his abilities for the best. Sometimes it’s too overwhelming to see all those things, so he made a special 'alone-room’, where he can shut out everything. He’s a writer.

* Daichi is only partly human. Because hell if I leave out the 'cyborg’ character from this thing. He was in a car crash that took the life of his parents, and he would’ve died too, if his aunt doesn’t build him a new body. You can only see he’s “different” up close.

* Tanaka can mimic someone’s ability, the closer, the stronger. He loves to party, but it can end real disastrous. He owns a bar, that doubles as a hideout for him and his super friends (it’s the same bar where Tsukki works)

* Kuroo is an immortal entity from another dimension. He visits Earth for fun every few hundred years. Don’t really need a job, but sometimes helps Tanaka out in his bar.

*Kenma can construct anything he can imagine, to use. All his time playing videogames now pays off, because he can conjure a variety of weapons. He works at Oikawa’s company as an IT. He can feel his soul fleeting his body with every workday.

* Bokuto can transform into any animal. No need to say, but his favorite form, yes, you guessed it, is an owl. He works at the zoo, because he can communicate with the animals, and help them if there’s something wrong.

* Akaashi is a powerful magician, who run a magic supply shop. For common people, the shop’s about cardtricks and whatnot, but for another magician, it’s quite useful.

* Yachi is Oikawa’s maid, and eventually became his sidekick. She’s mostly working in the background, but sometimes helps out in missions. Really supportive of Oikawa, but she can put him in his place too, if needed.

* Kiyoko was in a laboratory accident, where her girlfriend died, but she somehow survived. Now she has superhuman strength, flight and all that jazz. She’s also a teacher

* Saeko can manipulate fire, she can even became fire. Her and Ryuu’s mother was from the same dimension as Kuroo. She works as a tattoo artist.

* Tendou is also from another dimension can create a fusion of two person, making one, with both of their strengths and weaknesses. He’s having too much fun with it. (and I watched too many SU)

* Ushijima has super strength. He didn’t choose the hero life, he just want to be in peace with his plants, but someone always nagging him. He’ a botanist, and has a little flower shop.

Dating Taehyung would be...
  • Pillow fights
  • Him singing you to sleep
  • Going to pet shops just to play with the puppies
  • Your first date at an amusement park
  • Going on all the roller coasters until you both get sick
  • Couple shoes
  • And couple shirts
  • Him dragging you by the hand to all his favorite stores
  • Stealing his shirts so you can wear them
  • His arm around your shoulder
  • Being partner’s in crime
  • Contests to see who can take the ugliest selfie
  • But you both always lose bc there are no winners in that game
  • Binge watching TV shows together
  • Going to the zoo and visiting the elephants
  • Him always being able to tell when you’re stressed and spiriting you away before you know what’s happening
  • “Wait, were are we going?”
  • “Work is stressing you out, stress isn’t healthy, so you need to leave. We’re going to the beach.”
  • Looking for sea shells on the beach
  • Him buying you your favorite foods and desserts
  • Him always reminding you that you are perfect just the way you are
  • You reminding him that he is too
  • So many selfies together omg
  • Being adventure buddies
  • Going hiking together, but you don’t get very far before you both decide that it’s much too cold and go buy hot chocolate instead
  • That really cheesy thing where you have whip cream on your lip and he kisses it off
  • But you’re pretty sure there wasn’t any whip cream on you, he just wanted an excuse to kiss you