baby your face is a crime

Idk why people always portray Alfred as such a righteous and selfless guy like guys I need a fic where he is willing to sell out his friends just because someone gave him a shit load of money. I NEED A FIC WHERE AT FIRST HE SEEM LIKE SUCH A GOOD GUY BUT THEM THIS HANDSOME BUT VERY BAD PERSON COMES UP AND SEDUCES HIM and not with his good looks but WITH MONEY

Family Dinner

Originally posted by septimvsmalfoy

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “43 – Zach Dempsey”


43. “I didn’t bring you here to tease me.”

Word count: 1.339

Posted: 25th of May 2017

A/N: Another Zach imagine, but I excuse myself if you find some grammar errors. It’s 01:12 and I am so sleepy. I wanted to post something and I read the imagine to correct it, but my eyes are closing by themselves. Sorry!
Anyways, I am listening to Miles’ podcast while I was writing this, until now, and I am really enjoying it. His voice is angelic and I love him so freaking much, aw. Boyfriend backstories, though. I really need Miles and I need him to be more active in social medias. Ah, the feels.
Last thing: I hope you enjoy the imagine, although I think that it’s boring, but enjoy! Thank you, guys!

P.S.: I am not accepting any part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt List

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.

“Dinner is almost ready, guys!” Karen, your boyfriend’s mum, shouted from the kitchen as she prepared some delicious food for you and the family. You wanted to help her, also as a token of your gratitude, but she declined your offer. It bothered you, but she insisted that you were a guest and guests usually shouldn’t do anything when they were welcomed in the Dempsey’s residence.

“Alright, mum!” Zach answered happily and relieved because his stomach was already growling loudly for hunger. You told him to eat a snack before going home but he didn’t listen to you, being the hard-headed guy that he was.

You both got up from the couch and you made your way to the dining room. The table was well-set, cutleries and glasses at their right places, and his sister, May, was already sitting on her usual place. You wandered your eyes around the room and you noticed that his mum really prepared too much for the dinner. She cleaned every angle of the room and the floor was brightly shining.

“Love birds!” May exclaimed to tease her brother. Zach was a reserved person when it came to his family. He didn’t keep secrets from his mother, but he was shy and quiet type of guy with them. He never showed them his naughtiness, that would come out only when he was with you alone, at school or in bed, obviously. He didn’t like divulging information about his relationship status in front of his family, mostly with his mother’s presence. “How was your cuddling session going there?”

“May!” Zach approached and he rolled his eyes. You softly giggled for your boyfriend’s actions and red-tinted face. He was obviously embarrassed and, luckily, his mother was too concentrated on what she was doing.

“What?” His sister looked at the two of you as you sat on your respective places and her eyeballs swung back and forth between you and Zach. She was observing your actions and you couldn’t deny that she was a good observer. She had the capacity to observe and to reflect, to remember and to picture the happenings. “It was just an innocent question.”

“Innocent? Right.” Zach huffed and glared at you as soon as he heard your soft laugh. “You are way too young to know these things, May.” And, that time, you knew that he was being overprotective and cosseting brother. He has always been and you found it sweet and cute.

“Zach, she’s not two anymore. She hears things like these in middle school. Do you know that?” You defended May against his brother and she nodded her head to confirm your statements, totally agreeing with you. You caressed your vexed boyfriend’s hand to calm him, letting him know that you weren’t against him, but you were just stating a fact.

“(Y/N) is right, Zach! You’ve been a Middle School student too, you should know what’s going on in those halls and classrooms.” May supported your opinion and you both laughed as you saw Zach rolling his eyes and you heard him huffing, defenceless.

“Stop the blabbering now, the food is ready.”  His mother blurted out as she stood in front of the dining table with a bowl in her hands.  

She attentively put the bowl in the middle of the table, trying not to spill the food. Zach helped her to get the remaining food from the kitchen counter. After all, he was a great, responsible and educated son. His mother grew him well and you would never stop thanking her for raising a civilized and knowledgeable son like Zach.

You then started to eat, doing his family’s daily routines before every meal. You wanted to respect his family, of course. Your parents raised you well and they somehow taught you some good manners.

“So, what were you talking about?” Zach’s mother asked as you chewed your food thoroughly, avoiding the annoying sound that you could possibly have made by chewing.

“Nothing, Mum!” Zach blushed as panic wrapped his body. He was embarrassed and he surely didn’t want to let her know what the chitchatting before was all about.

“Oh, it was about how cute they were when cuddling and Zach was just bewildered.” May nonchalantly responded as she fiddled with the fork on her hand.

“My little baby is still embarrassed when it came to talking about his relationship status.” His mum cheekily teased Zach and he pouted as if he was showing how offended he was.

“Mum!” He approached and you just laughed because of his reaction.

“Zach, I’m sure that they are happy that you have someone with you. There’s no need to be shy, they are part of your family.” You stated and you earned some nods and smiles from May and Karen.

“She’s incredibly right!” May agreed and you smiled back at her. She’s always declared that she liked you for Zach and that she was jubilant because his brother found someone who really knew how to make him contented of his life.

“Zach, honey, it doesn’t bother me at all and you know that you can always talk to me, right?” His mum assured him and he just nodded, realizing that you were right.

“You are absolutely right again, my princess.” Zach said as he rolled his eyes. He couldn’t swallow that only right things came out from your mouth. “Strangely.”

“It’s not my fault if I think before I speak, love.” You pointed it out playfully. You heard his family laughing and Zach shook his head in disbelief. He was satisfied that you had your confidence with your family, but he regretted it as you formed a group against him.

“She really knows you, Zach!” May stated proudly. Zach nodded his head, finally giving up. “That’s why I like her.”

“You like her because you have a partner in crime when it came to me, you had a partner when it came to vexing and teasing me.” Zach sarcastically pointed out. “And, you, Ms. (Y/L/N),”

“Me?” You pointed yourself with your index finger and an eyebrow raised. You were confused, but seeing Zach a little bit miffed made you laugh and contented.

“Yes, baby.” Zach’s face became serious. “I didn’t bring you here to tease me.” He then gave you a playful and wide smile as he poked your sides, trying to find your ticklish part of the body.

“Oh,” His mum exclaimed. “we love her presence also for that reason, son.” She stated and a loud laugh was heard in the dining room. You caught Zach’s index finger and you held it as you stopped him from his devilish plan.

“Sure, you do!” Sarcasm was heard from Zach’s voice and he exasperatedly sighed. He finally gave up as he knew that he could never win against the most important girls in his life. He just loved you so much that he couldn’t really get angry of your actions.

“Sorry, not sorry!” His mum and May said simultaneously, making you and Zach laugh out loud. Zach finally let himself in and decided to have a little bit of fun.

You loved Zach and his family because of its bond and craziness. The members of his family were adorable and you wanted to thank them for accepting you for who you were.

You were grateful, because the Dempsey family is your second home and you couldn’t help but be enthusiastic by thought of it. They considered you as a part of their family and you would always be invited in their family dinners because they liked you, nevertheless your boyfriend would punish you for being an annoying teaser and girlfriend.

It didn’t matter to you though because he loved you so much and he would always do, just at the same frequency as your manner to vex or to tease him with his family. He was a playful jerk and idiot, but Zach was Zach and he would always accept you and love you. He would always do, no more and no less.

Gavin Introduces His Boyfriend

So what if FAHC jack and Geoff have been together and married since their 20s. They adopted a son (Gavin) before they even started the crew.

Gavin grew up with two loving and intimidating dads, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

But imagine the shock on their faces as 20 year old Gavin comes home with a 28 year old vagabond (including mask and all). Geoff and Jack were taken back but managed to gather themselves and put on the intimidation factor because ‘fuck you. We are crime bosses and your dating our baby’.

The family eventually sat for dinner and eventually the vagabond took off his mask and introduced himself as Ryan. Geoff and Jack knew Gavin had a boyfriend for quite some time but never expected it to be THE Vagabond.

But throughout dinner, although the horrific rumors, Ryan used his southern charm and the Dads actually started to like him. He was polite and seemed to love Gavin and that’s all the dads could ask for.

Dinner was great. Well it was, until Gavin asked,

“Daddy, can you pass the salt?”

Both Ryan and Geoff made a reach for the salt.

Everyone stilled and horrified eyes connected.

“Get out.” Geoff demanded after realizing what just happened. He was pissed and what made him angrier was to the left of him, his husband just started laughing until he cried and started wheezing out, “Just like his dad.“

Sleeping Next to Jason

This wasn’t requested, but I made these up for myself while I was fruitlessly trying to fall asleep the night before my driver’s test, so enjoy!

Summary: What it’s like to fall asleep, sleep with, and wake up with Jason in bed.

Warning(s): Very Slight Mentions of NSFW

-Jason takes extra caution to make sure he takes off his bloodied and just overall dirty suit before crawling into bed.

-Most of the time he’ll take a shower as well, but it’s so obvious how tired he is after coming home that you’ll just coax him right to bed.

-Unless he smells, then you silently usher him to the bathroom and he gets the hint.

-This guy radiates heat, which in some cases is absolutely great.

-But when you get hot and scoot over more towards the edge of your side, he pulls you right back next to him, whether he’s awake or not.

-It’s rather random and odd, but it’s comforting for him to have his hand on your chest aka between your boobs/down your shirt.

-If you do wear shirts to bed his hand will be down your shirt, practically choking you, if it’s really tight he’ll approach from the bottom up.

-”Jay you’re choking me.” “Just trying to get kinky, babe.”

-He plays it off as if he just likes sleeping while grabbing your boobs/chest but in reality this big softie just likes to feel your heartbeat, even if he’s on the complete opposite side of the bed somehow his hand is still on your chest.

-If he has a nightmare he’ll instinctively curl right into you while sleeping. Waking up to Jason clinging to you for dear life was a bit startling at first but you just stroke his hair and calm him down before he wakes up.

-You never fight over space on the bed, but goodness gracious it’s an all out subconscious war over the blankets.

-Eventually it gets to the point where you have to buy blankets that are one size bigger than your bed. (Like king size blankets for a queen size bed.)

-You swear that nothing is as innocent as Jay’s sleeping face, just watching his angelic face sleep makes you wish you two had a baby already, so you can watch them both sleep side by side.

-Also, nothing in the world, not even mozzarella sticks, can compete with how satisfying Jason’s morning voice is.

-He is NOT a morning person, so chances are if he wakes up before you, he’ll still be in bed when you wake up.

-Morning cuddles are his specialty. You’re like his personal teddy bear, even though he’s the actual bear.

-Because he’s not a morning person, that usually means you won’t be getting breakfast in bed, though after the first time you did it for him, he made sure he got up to return the favor.

-Basically if you want breakfast in bed anytime soon, do it for him first, most of the time he just forgets how nice it is to be brought breakfast while still in bed until you do it for him and then he’s like “shit, they deserve this too.” hence why he’ll do it in return.

-He will stay in bed all day long if you (and crime) allow him to. He will pout if you can’t stay in bed with him.

-Add a dog (AND/OR A BABY) and snuggles just become 10,000x cuter.

-Jason’s pretty photogenic (as long as he’s not striking lewd poses, those are for the private collection ;) ) so snuggles are always great photo ops.

-He is definitely one of those people that when they sleep, just automatically entangle their body with their partner’s, like you’ll wake up with his face in your hair, one leg between yours, an arm under your body, and then a hand on your chest, and another hand goodness knows where else.

these moments | john shelby

@ateliefloresdaprimavera wanted, and I quote: “happy,married to the love of his life John and [reader] who’s like a daughter to Polly”

hope you like it, hun!

You marched down the street, half angry, half exhausted. Groups of kids were running up and down and you cast an eye out to check whether any of yours were there. Men tipped their caps to you as you passed and you barged your shoulder into Polly’s front door, slamming it behind you.

“I got fucking fired, didn’t I?”

“Lovely to see you too, sweetheart. Sit yourself down. Kettle’s just boiled, you can explain yourself”

You huffed, yanking your scarf off and chucking it over the back of a chair.

“Thanks Pol. Where’s the kids?”

“John’s got them”

“John’s got them?”

Polly cast a look up to you as she brewed the pot and smirked when she saw your confused look.

“He was showing Katie her numbers and the rest wouldn’t let them be, you know what they’re like”

“Sorry, no, go back – John’s got the kids? By himself?”

She chuckled to herself and slid a cup over to you.

“Sit yourself down. And explain”

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A Changed God

Summary: Few years after the Battle of New York, Loki goes to the Avengers Tower, with a precise objective in mind.


It was a beautiful night, the kind of night that makes you look up. The sky was so bright, so starry, but not in New York City. Without any hesitation, Loki jumped on the glass window of the Avengers Tower and started running. Not inside the building, no, he vertically ran on it, thanks to his magic stolen boots. If he had wanted to, he could have run on rainbows or waterfalls, but he was here for a reason.

Soon he had reached the floor he was looking for, the 76th. Without a noise he cut a hole through the window and easily entered the room. The also stolen shadow-thread from his coat made him invisible to everyone, but not to any heat detector. Fortunately for him, Frost Giants have a low body temperature.

Nobody was around, the God walked to the third door on the right.

As he opened it, a soft lullaby started playing. He came in and a dim light turned on.

There she was, sleeping in her cradle.


It looked so comfortable it hurt him to pick her up. He slid one of his hand under her head and neck and put the other under her hips and bottom, then lifted her. She didn’t wake up. For a few second he stood there, transfixed. The three-month-old looked fabulous with her big tuft of black hair. She opened her eyes, emerald-green, just like his own, and looked at him. He smiled… She cried. He rocked his baby, trying to soothe her.

“Please don’t cry. Please, my little bird, don’t cry.” He pleaded.

She kept wailing. He decided to put her back in her crib. She rolled onto her side and smiled. He kneeled to be at her level and looked at her delighted face behind the cradle’s bars.

“So you are actually happier when you are caged?” He chuckled “They want to put me in a cage too, you know… Is that why you don’t want me to hold you?” He lamented. She just looked at him and squealed.

“Don’t take it personally, she just really doesn’t like your perfume.” An unfamiliar Scottish voice behind him affirmed. He turned to face a grey-haired man in a red velvet jacket.

“How do you know that?”

“I speak baby.” The stranger replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the Doctor,” He answered before taking a bite out of the hot dog he had in hand. “And you’re wanted for trying to take over the Earth and subjugate more than 7 billion people. Along with other countless crimes.”

“All in the past.” He retorted. “I’m a changed God; I swear I’m here on a purely friendly visit–”

“You’re not my friend.” A familiar voice boomed “You’re my brother.” There were Thor and a suited Tony Stark. “Why are you here? Are you insane?” the Thunderer asked.

“The voices tell me I am entirely sane.” Loki grinned. “I just want to see my daughter and my better half…” He looked behind the two superheroes. “Where is she?”

“Right behind you,” You breathed. “Now, am I here to kick your ass or kiss you?”

“I’ll take the latter, pretty bird.” He answered in a low voice as he leaned forward. When your noses almost touched he stopped and smirked. You seized his wrists, pulling him closer. When your lips met, and your tongues touched, he groaned softly, closing his eyes. His arms circled you. You broke the kiss and took his hands. Click! You had handcuffed him.

“Really? You could have waited until we’re in private.” He joked and Tony vainly tried to hide his grin.

“I designed them, especially to restrain you.”

“How considerate of you.” He replied with a fake smile.

“We’re taking you to your cell. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

He looked at the ceiling of his cell, everything was so white, so coldly impersonal, but he could not care less. Of course he would escape, but not without saying goodbye to the woman who had stolen his heart… Speak of the devil and in he walks.

“Thor and I spoke on your behalf, but Midgard’s laws are as they are. And you did cause the death of 74 people and deeply damaged the city.” You said, sitting next to him, your sleeping baby held against your chest with your right arm. “They want to condemn you to lifelong imprisonment. I thought you’d want to see her before you inevitably leave.”

He lifted your left hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Take care of our little bird.”

Originally posted on AO3.

Thanks for reading! Comments, suggestions and feedbacks are welcome and awaited. Sorry for the mistakes, English isn’t my first language. LLAP

- R.S.

Reaction #19: “Mafia Part V: Jealous”

Mafia Series: Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Chanyeol One Shot 

Originally posted by channieschubbycake



“___, was it?”  A voice next to you spoke.  Looking up you saw the eyes of Jin-young from the rival gang Got7.  

“Please, you won’t get to my cousin through me.”  You grabbed your drink as you tried to walk away.  He gripped your arm in his as smirked at you.  

“No, I’m not.  Though my boss would love that.”  He said wiggling his eyebrows.  You rolled your eyes as you pulled your arm from his grasp.

“Well, if you knew any better you wouldn’t touch me.”  

“Maybe I don’t know any better, maybe I’m just distracted by how beautiful you actually are.”  Suddenly you felt an arm wrap around your waist and hand on your chin.  Lips connected with yours as you stared wide eyed.  Pulling away you saw the smirk of Baekhyun, your bodyguard/sometimes lover/sort of boyfriend.


“I thought babies were over at the next bar.  Baekhyun said cocking his head to the side.  “Why don’t I teach a lesson on why you don’t come into our territory.  Jin-young.”  He sneered as Jin-young rolled his shoulders back to appear bigger than him.  

“I was just-”  

“Leaving.”  Flashing his jacket open Jin-young got wind of the gun under it.  Nodding he bowed quickly than left the bar.  “Good, I didn’t like it when he touched you.”  

“Well you sure haven’t done that in while.”  You sneered walking away, back to the other couples.  

“Yeah!”  He yelled after you, a drink from the bar in his hand.   

Originally posted by jonginization



You were sitting in the coffee shop waiting on Chanyeol as he ordered your drinks.  Suddenly this man in a bright blue suit came and sat across from you.  You looked up from your phone to him.  

“Yes?”  You questioned as he smiled at you.

“Hey, I’m Onew.  I couldn’t help but spot you from over there, and just wanted to say hello.  Maybe ask you out to dinner.”  

“No thanks.”  you reply back looking at your phone.

“Maybe I pay for your coffee.”  

“Too late.”  Chanyeol said from the side.  You looked and smiled at him, as he handed you the drink.  Onew looked at your boyfriend and father of your children with his tattoos and glaring personality.  He suddenly stood up, bowing.

“Excuse me…”  He darted off as you giggled.  

“Jealous?”  You asked.  Chanyeol raised his eyebrows a smile gracing his lips.

“That man never had a chance.”  He reached across the table and took your hand rubbing in his thumb over your skin.  

Originally posted by chanffeine



This wasn’t the first time a girl hung off of him, but he was mad at you and liked it when you got jealous so he wasn’t pushing her away. Rolling your eyes you went to the bar where you ordered a drink.  Suddenly someone slide in the seat next to you.  His eyes connected with yours as you slowly stood back up but he gripped your wrist.

“Can we not care about who’s in what gang?”  He asked his fingers tracing your skin.  

“I would but aren’t you the leader of BTS Gang.”  Kim Namjoon smiled as he leaned in.  

“You are the sister of Jongin aka Kai, Kyungsoo’s right hand man.”  You pulled your hand away taking a sip from your drink.  

“Yeah well I’m here with someone.”  Your smile faltering as you looked back, her lips right next to his ear, his eyes not on you.  Nam Joon leaned over placing a hand on your knee as he moved over his drink.

“Doesn’t seem like he cares.”  You felt your eyes water as suddenly Nam Joons head slammed against the counter.  His head pressed down on the bar. Everyone stopped moving as a gun was pointed at him.  

“Jongdae!”  You yelled as he smiles down at  his captive.

“Don’t touch my girl.”  Nam Joon pushed off the bar and got out of his grip. Before he could move jongdae pulled a gun on him.  His smile still present.

“Call your boys off and get out of my club.  Take your whore with you.”  Looking over you saw her passed out on the couch.  

“Jongdae what did you do?”  You asked as he kept his eyes on the BTS leader.

“Pressure point.”  Namjoon waved his hand as his two fellows under him as they went to scope up the girl.  Jongdae put his gun away as you quickly slipped into his grip.

“I’ll remember this.”  He turned leaving the club.  

“Jongdae take me home.”  He nodded as his smile faltered for the first time as he sensed your feelings.”

Originally posted by chentrollchenlovechen


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Jerome x reader


It was the classic shebang, girl meets boy. Boy seems like a normal upstanding individual, girl goes along with it. Later boy turns out to be a psychopathic criminal and the girl goes along with it. You know, the usual.

Okay, so, maybe that’s a stretch. But hey! A chick is into what she’s into, right? Besides, who can turn down a man with a wicked sense of humor? Especially when he’s a ginger.

Jerome was always a good kid, if it wasn’t for his mother he could have been something better. That damned whore. Every time I would see him he’d have new marks, around his neck, black eyes, scratched cheek. You name it Jerome probably had that bruise many a time.

As for myself, my family had this annual outing to the circus. It was the only good memory I had and that’s mostly because I met Jerome there.


I was hidden in some far off corner in the circus. My dad had made me touch the snake woman’s Python even though he knew I had a killer fear of them. As soon as he let my wrist free from his grip, I went running for the hills.

He never chased after me, preferring to flirt with the snake lady in front of my mom. It wasn’t anything new.

I took in my new surroundings fearfully, whimpering noisily. My small refuge was a snack cart pressed close to the circus tent. I sat in the middle so that It would be easier to see what was happening on both openings.

As I surveyed the left opening, I felt a hand tap against my shoulder. “Are you lost?” He asked quietly, studying me with tired eyes.

“N-no,” I managed to break my whimpers enough to speak, “Please don’t take me back to my dad. He’ll hit me.”

The red headed boys eyes softened, while you certainly weren’t the first to say that and probably not the last, he couldn’t help but feel the need to cheer you up. “Why can’t Jesus play basketball?”

“I dunno,” you answered, confused by his random question.

“Because he’s nailed to a cross!” That set him off into a fit of giggles, you couldn’t help joining in. His laughter seemed to be contagious. “Names Jerome. What’s yours crybaby?”

“It’s YN,” you pouted at him, “Am not a crybaby! I’m five, totally not a baby at all.”

“Yup, such a big girl,” he mocked, pretending to wipe tears off of his face, “Come on, let’s go play something.”

You shifted uncomfortably, wiping the tears from your eyes, “What about the giant snake?”

“Mom’s snake won’t hurt ya. Now let’s go!” He took your hand and pulled you out of your hiding spot. “What to do…”

For the night, Jerome and you were partners in pranking crime. The night came to an end when the circus was basically empty and most of the crew was on the search for a five year old girl. One of the Grayson adults found you, taking you away from Jerome and back to your father.


Since that night we were best friends. Well the best you could be when you saw each other one week a year. Jerome quickly became your first crush, kiss, and so on. As you grew older the both of you managed to keep in touch through email.

Flash forward a couple of years and you had your own apartment. You vowed to get your own place as soon as had hit eighteen. Your father had been mentally and physically abusive and your mother was too far off to care about anything.

Honestly, it was one of the best freedoms you had. No more fighting just peace. Best of all, Jerome’s circus was going to hit Gotham again and you would get to see him soon.

The week seemed to drag on. Time always slowed when you were looking forward to something.

You checked your email the day before the circus was due to come.


From: Jerome Valeska

Subject: Don’t come

I’ve got something planned. Don’t come to see me. Give me your address and I’ll go see you. ————————————————

You frowned at the email, but sent one back with your address. That was strange to say the least. Usually you opened an email up to a joke or a story about what he did or a prank he did. But this email, it sent some fear into your system. Maybe he didn’t want you anymore or he found someone?

That was it. You didn’t get any emails back and you definitely didn’t attempt to get a response back. You went about your normal schedule, a strange fear in your stomach all the while.

Two days passed this way and you were sick of it. He probably wasn’t going to come and just drop you. On the third at you wanted until twelve before giving up and going to bed.

You woke up, feeling as if someone were watching you. “Hello?” You asked the darkness, sleepily, despite everything horror movies taught. There was something familiar about the person with you.

The light was flicked on and illuminated the room. You were met with a familiar figure, “Jerome? That better not be blood.” Instant anger overcame you, “What did that bitch do to you?”

Grabbing a near by shirt, you went to clean the blood that seemed to come from his face and arms. “Wait,” you noticed there weren’t any cuts, “This isn’t your blood. What did you do Jerome?”

“Looks like I’ve got bad news for you, dollface,” he looked like he was crying, “She’s dead,” he started to laugh at the top of his lungs like it was the best joke of his life.

“Oh, har har har,” you rolled your eyes, “What is this? Fake blood?”

“Exactly that, it’s made with powdered sugar and cocoa. Here have a taste,” he ran a finger through the blood and stuck it in your mouth, “Delicious isn’t it?”

You spit it out as soon as the metallic taste hit. “Jerome, what the hell?” You shouted and pushed him away.

“You know I don’t lie, crybaby. The whore’s dead and I’m quitting the circus. Not this exact moment that would look too shady. Doll, you should have been there? ‘Jerome, no! What are you doing? I love you!’” He spoke, seeming to be confident about not being caught.

“What are you going to do? You killed someone, you’re covered in blood, fucking broke into my apartment! Wh-”

He was right, besides if anyone could pull one over the cops it was him. “Okay, fine, you’re right. No reason at all to work.” You pressed chaste kiss to his lips, “Don’t do anything stupid. Go take a shower and get to bed.”

A smirk graced his lips, before he saluted you, “Yes ma'am!”

You stuck your tongue out at him before returning to bed. “Goodnight, killer!”

“Sleep tight, doll!”

Originally posted by cameronxxjv

RFA (+Saeran & V) x Reader -A girl’s chocolate eaten!

Okay, here it is!!! *feels acomplished (ಥ﹏ಥ)* x3

First of all, Saeyoung’s HC is safe for you to read, don’t worry my dear friend, but the rest of them are a little suggestive ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (Kisses, Innuendos… I wanted to spice it up a little, I’m sorry if that bothers you, I really hope it doesn’t, there’s no smut, I swear, it’s just a little spicy)

I really hope you enjoy! ٩(♡ε♡ )۶


  • He already ate a bag or two of Honey Buddha Chips, so he thought… He innocently thought that he could eat that delicious chocolate without being charged for treason.
  • He clearly didn’t know how a girl’s fury can be worse than that of the devil.
  • “But… but… I swear, babe, I-I…just…” He said nervously, trying to get to calm you down.
  • “Ah-ah, no babe, no…” You shook your head and looked him straight on his eyes “IT’S MY CHOCOLATE YOU’VE EATEN… Not Saeran’s, not Vanderwood’s… but MINE” You pointed your finger at him and lightly poked his chest with itYOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS!” You yelled, you were mad as hell and you sure were scaring the shit out of him.
  • You only wanted to eat the last precious piece of chocolate you PURPOSELY hide to eat when you were feeling down. It’s your survivor’s kit, it’s everything you needed and wanted. Your. Damn. Chocolate. 
  • You were just trying to teach him a valuable lesson, a very, very valuable one.
  • “It’s just… I don’t think you value your HBC enough, nor your guts, if you dare to eat what was mine, you know, I should do the same to you… You hummed in approval and headed to the kitchen and smirked when he stopped you. 
  • “Okay, okay, babe, please…” He said, his face white and his eyes those of a puppy. “I’m gonna buy you all the chocolate you want, just don’t eat them, please, I won’t eat your chocolate again, I swear!” He put his hands like he was praying, trying to make it all more credible.
  • “I know you won’t” You softly laughed at his reaction, you couldn’t hold it anymore, your little fake angry moment was worthy after all.
  • You hugged him, hiding your face on his chest and snuggled, he smelled really good. He grapped his arms around you in response and kissed the top of your head. You felt him smiling.
  • That’s all you needed at the end of the day.


  • He didn’t care about it, he didn’t give a shit if it was yours, Saeyoung’s or the fucking devil’s.
  • He wanted it. He ate it. End of story.
  • But he didn’t know how mad you could get, you were always been sweet and caring… Challenging? Sure, but not angry, not ever. And he was way too surprised when you yelled to be able to reply to you. 
  • Until he got tired. 
  • SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. NOW!He screamed back and you gasped in surprise, so you instantly backed up and did as he said “You don’t have to yell at me, I’ll buy you a damn ton of chocolate if that’s what you want!” He told you, a frustrated look on his face.
  • “I just wanted to eat that chocolate…” You told him in the lowest voice you had and pout, avoiding his gaze so he couldn’t see you blush. You weren’t going to yell at him again, he sure as hell was scarier than you would ever be in your whole life. 
  • You saw from the corner of your eye that he was back to normal. He had a playful smile on his face while he approached you and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your right shoulder.  
  • I could make you forget about chocolate… I have a million ways to do that if you wanna try” He whispered in your ear and then he lightly bit your earlobe and your whimper turned in to a soft moan when he licked it and started kissing your neck.
  • You sure forgot about the damn chocolate. 


  • Oh boy, there’s no way you can get mad with him. NO. WAY. 
  • He’s a sweetheart… He suffered a lot… You just can’t get mad at him.
  • But he starts noticing your pouty face and the way you’re not as clingy and cheerful with him as you usually are and he knows.
  • “Darling… I’m sorry I ate your chocolate” He sighed and sit next to you on the couch “We can go buy more now and take a walk as we go, it’s a wonderful day and the weather’s perfect…” He said with a hopeful smile on his lips, and you couldn’t hide your own tender smile while you nod in agreement. 
  • He softly kissed you afterwards, with his right hand stroking your cheek as a way to redeem himself. 


  • I bet my ass he’s the colder, smutty version of V… I bet my ass, people.
  • And I don’t think he’s that much into chocolate or sweets in general, but he’s human, at least he wanted to try to eat a bit for once? So he did.
  • You wouldn’t dare to yell at him, but still you were a little flustered with it… At least he could have choosen another day to do so.
  • You were so damn obsessed with that piece of chocolate throughout the day that when you got home and didn’t found any… You could have killed someone in that moment.
  • So when he gets home and sees the frustrated expression on your face he notices something’s going on. You didn’t even greeted him when he arrived, that fact alone is like a neon sign screaming that you’re angry at him.
  • “I don’t know what’s going on, but I know I can I make you feel better He said and grabbed your waist until your body collided with his body, burning holes on your skin from his touch alone You just have to tell me what you want, and I’ll provide He whispered againts your lips before he hungrily kissed them.
  • You suddenly forgot what you were mad for and focused on continue breathing. Because boy, he sure was breathtaking. The hottest husband there’s to exist.
  • Fuck chocolate.


  • Yeah, he’s a baby boy and he’s sweetheart and he’s the love of your life and he can do nearly whatever he wants and you don’t get mad at him but oh, not your chocolate. NOT. YOUR. CHOCOLATE. No, boy, no touchy. 
  • But, oh, he was eating it in front of you and wasn’t offering you any. 
  • When he was licking his fingers clean he noticed some evil, scary aura near him. It was at this moment that he knew he fucked up.
  • “YOOSUNG KIM, I SWEAR TO GOD YO-” He literally run to your bedroom and locked the door. He fucking locked the door. 
  • You headed there and lightly knocked at the wood door with your knuckles “Baby, open the door ~ ” You sing-songed.
  • “No, you won’t fool me, that was fucking scary… I’m not opening this door, not ever!!” He shouted from behinf the door, his breathed uneven and his voice trembling.
  • “Yoosung, for God’s sake, I just wanted you to go shopping for more…” You said, regretting you had yelled to him, you didn’t want to scare him to death like that, not that much at least. 
  • “I don’t believe you…” He said, hesitation clearly hanging on his voice. 
  • Stop being a child and open the door, Yoosung You said with a sweeter tone this time “We need to go grocery shooping anyways, so at the end it was a good thing you ate that chocolate…” You tried to convince him, and a minute later he opened the door with caution and looked at you, waiting for a punch or something to fly his way.
  • But it didn’t happen, so he stepped out of the room and approached you, still cautious. You hugged him without warning and hid your face on the crook of his neck, gently leaving butterfly kisses there, making him giggle and relax under your soft touches. 
  • Who said grocery shopping? Who needs chocolate? Not you.


  • I’m sorry, you can’t run out of chocolate if you own a café, it would be a sin. 
  • You and Jaehee never run out of chocolate. There’s chocolate in the kitchen, but not the one you wanted, she ate your favorite chocolates. AND. THAT. IS. A. CRIME. 
  • “Yes ma’am, that’s what it is. My favourite ones…” You chuckled, still surprised to found Jaehee ate them ALL “You should be ashamed of your behaviour, my lady, if you were that hungry you could have eaten something else… You told her, clearly trying to make an innuendo.
  • Her breath hitched and she blushed like mad, her face obviously trying to match the colour of the cherries “I… Yo-you… I mean… Do you want me to…? He asked, her gaze not meeting yours.
  • “Oh… No, baby, I was just trying to make you feel a little uncomfortable, just kidding sweetie, don’t worry…” You smiled tenderly “But you should pay the price now… What about a cheesecake with raspberry’s mermelade?” You wiggled your eyebrows in a funny, suggestive way to convince her. 
  • But oh, girl, she wasn’t in the mood for that.
  • “Y/N… You can’t offer me the finnest delicacy and then ask me to make a common meal She said, looking at you with an intensity you weren’t used to. 
  • You were damn shooked. For a moment you thought you were too dirty minded to understand her words but, ah-ah, no-no… She said what she said.
  • “Oh God…” Now you’re the one blushing.


  • You were really angry. REALLY ANGRY.
  • When he arrived home from his rehearsals you immediately faced him and held the empty envelope of your favorite chocolate in front of his face. 
  • He was surprised for a moment but then he smiled.
  • “WHY ARE YOU SMILING!? YOU SHOULD BE SCARED!” You yelled, furiously waving the empty envelope.
  • “Owwwww! You look so sexy when you’re angry! He yelled back, a face that showed how in love he was with you. He can’t get angry with you, he just can’t.
  • He grabbed your hips and lifted you up effortlessly, without warning, you gasped in surprise and got hold of his neck to steady yourself, then you wrapped your legs around his waist, suddenly forgetting why you were angry in the first place. 
  • “Now you have awakened the beast, are you happy?” He told you, lust spilling from his voice, from his every pore. 
  • “Wow, you’re going to fast, babe” You asked, trying your best not to laugh.
  • “There’s one thing I’m not fast at… Wanna check, princess? He smirked and you chuckled, still not used to his boldness.
  • “Of course I wanna, fuck the damn chocolate, now I want you”
  • He was clearly satisfied with your reply.


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p1ratew3nch  asked:

Poly Reaper76, Gabe and the S/O ganging up on Jack to get rid of that thing that died on his lip. (The mustache from the Daredevil skin.)

Poly Reaper76 fluff? Or fluff for Reaper and 76? (Let the old men be happy!)

It starts with Lena’s innocent observation that he and Genji are the only men she’s never seen with a beard. There’s silence as everyone in the room mentally divides the Overwatch agents into those with a beard and those without. And former Strike-Commander Morrison comes up as babyfaced as the man who without his mask is still occasionally asked for his ID when buying alcohol.

“It’s cause he can’t grow it.” Gabriel says, their most recent ally and all too happy to throw Jack under the bus. He’s still uncomfortable among the new agents, sticks to Jack and you for the most part and otherwise pretends he’s a lot more unaffected by teaming up with his former enemies than he really is.

“That’s a lie. He’s lying.” Jack looks around the room, willing everyone to accept his beard-growing skills. Tracer is doubtful, everyone else doesn’t even pretend to believe him.

“Babe, you’ve been shaving your smooth chin since our days in the SEP, you don’t fool me.”

Realising no one else will come to his aid, Jack turns to you.

“You believe me. Right?”

It’s a bit of an asshole-ish thing to do but instead of taking his side, you lean against Gabriel’s chair, tracing his beard with the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know. Seems strange you never grew one. No shame in it if you can’t …”

“There’s probably pills for that.” Gabriel throws in and cackles, tipping his head back to beg a kiss off you.

“Maybe some stimulating cream.” you add, grinning against his lips.

Jack huffs and leaves, finishing his grand retreat with an ominous “Just you wait.”

In hindsight that should have worried you more.

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Something Just Like This

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Stiles and (Y/N) are both humans in a supernatural filled town. Stiles feels insecure about the fact that he won’t be able to protect (Y/N) against everything; he can try his best but he will always fail because he doesn’t have super strength. (Y/N) reassures him that he is all she needs, and all she wants.

Requested: Yes by anon.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Requests are open, request from smutty to fluffy.

Originally posted by readersleepingintheforest

Never did you ever think that you would be staring into the face of death, you never imagine how it would feel or pretend that you were going to. Your heart rate was picking up, your skin was boiling with sweat pouring through your pores, your breathing was rapid, and you couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t touch her,” You heard his voice crack from the floor but you couldn’t move to look at him. He was in pain and you couldn’t do anything about it. Kate Argent smirked, running her long finger along your jaw to your neck. “So precious,” She whispered, your body shook with the movement of her finger and you closed your eyes tight; getting ready for the impact of the bullet.

Stiles watched from the ground, the blood gushing from his stomach as he felt the pain getting worse. The love of his life was helpless, he couldn’t do anything to save her. He screamed out when Kate raised the gun to your head, “No, please don’t!” He shouted, causing you to let out a sob. This wasn’t how you thought you would die.

You felt faint, weak, and dizzy. Your eyes were screwed shut waiting for the sound; you screamed when the gun shot happened but you felt nothing; no pain, your eyes snapped open. You were still there, still standing but your knees went from underneath you and you collapsed to the floor – everything going black.

It was two hours later when you woke up in the comfort of Stiles’ bedroom, he was sitting on his desk chair staring at you fast asleep. Any movement he made ached for him with the cut across his stomach that needed over fifteen stitches but he knew he wouldn’t move until you woke up.

Your eye lids fluttered at first, until you opened your them wide to see Stiles smiling at you forcefully, slowly he moved to the side of his bed, running his fingers through your hair. “Hi baby,” He whispered, tears already forming in his eyes. “Hi,” You coughed out, sitting up leaning against the headboard. “How are you?” You asked, staring at his bare chest with a large bandage on it.

He licked his lips, trying to stop himself from crying; “I’m okay (Y/N), are you feeling okay?” Stiles looked nervous and that caused you to worry. You shook your head, resting your hands on his cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

That’s when it happened; tears poured from his eyes and he sobbed into your chest, the feeling of guilt was too much for him to handle. “I’m so so sorry,” He cried, wrapping his arms around your body. Your face was pressed up against his warm shoulder, and you couldn’t help melt into his body. “You were nearly dead – Kate was going to kill you, and I just watched.” He whispered muffling it on your shirt. You pulled back and he stood up, pacing the room with a painful expression on his face.

“I just watched!” He shouted out of anger more to himself than you, “I couldn’t do anything about it.” You removed the blanket from your body and stood up off the bed, trying to get Stiles to calm down.

“Baby,” You muttered, grasping his arm and pulling you to face him. “Stop that right now.” You demanded and connected your lips to his, he leaned down to you so that you didn’t have to stand on your toes and deepened the kiss. “You are my boyfriend, not only my boyfriend but my best friend, my partner in crime, my everything.” You muttered, pecking his lips after each word.

He shook his head, resting his forehead against yours, “I can’t protect you, I don’t have super strength or healing powers, (Y/N), I’m just a normal boy.” You coughed out a laugh, rolling your eyes at his stupidity. “Look at me now,” You insisted, grabbing his cheeks in yours staring into his eyes, “I don’t care that you’re not a werewolf, or a banshee, or a vampire, Stiles. I fell in love with you at the age of fourteen before we knew any of this drama existed,” You said, looking at him like he was crazy “And if you think that I’m just going to give up like that, then you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” You whispered, placing a kiss on his lips.

Stiles eyes faltered and he forced a smile in your direction, “You really don’t care that I can’t protect you?” He asked, eyes filling with hope.

“Stiles, I’m still alive, aren’t I? And you are the reason for that.” “Scott stopped Kate…” You shook your head, before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I would rather die than live without you, Stiles Stilinski. I would beg anyone to kill me if anything happened to you. You are the reason I’m still here.”

“I love you,” He whispered, leaning down to crush his lips against yours; walking you backwards so that your body was up against the door. You smirked up at his towering figure, “Are you trying to seduce me, Mr Stilinski?” You teased, kissing up his neck to his jawline where he let out a soft moan.

He grasped your arms, trapping them between the door and his larger hands. “Most definitely,” He whispered into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. Stiles kissed down your jawline, to your neck and licking his way back up to your lips. You stared into his dark eyes full with lust and love, “Make love to me,” You whispered, feeling the budge in his tracksuit bottoms. He swallowed his saliva, and wrapped his arm around your waist, dragging you to his bed.

He crashed the pair of you onto the mattress but he let out a yelp of pain, “Fuck,” He hissed, his hand resting on his bandage that blood was soaking through it. “I… I don’t think that would be a smart idea.” He groaned, laying on his back.

You smiled apologetic at him and nodded, “This is even better.” You mumbled, cuddling into his side and kissing the closest bit of skin to you. You traced your finger down his stomach, resting your hand just above the bandage. “I’m sorry you had to go through this.”

When no reply came, you looked up to see Stiles breathing slow down and his eyes flutter shut. “I love you,” You whispered, kissing his jawline before resting your head on his chest, cuddling into him tighter.  

anonymous asked:

is it just me or does anyone else have a weak spot for Harry pulling you into his lap and calling you his baby girl? "How'd your day go, baby girl?" "Baby girl, come here!" "I love you so much, baby girl." I'm dying.

I think it’s a term that he only brings out during certain moods. It’s a cute little term of endearment that he knows you wouldn’t let him get away with just whenever he felt like it, so it has to be when he knows you’re in the right mood. It’s when you’re super cuddly and super sleepy and Harry can tell that you’re going to be clinging to him for the day.

So he’ll use it in a very sweet, cooing tone as he pulls you into his lap and gives you cute little kisses all over your face.

“How’s my baby girl today?”

“Harryyy!” you giggle, “I’m not a baby!”

“You’re my baby,” he says, kissing you again, very dramatically, “You’re my baby girl and I love you. S’it a crime to tell my baby girl how much I love her? Cause I really, REALLY love you, baby girl.”

He’s doing it on purpose because he knows he can get away with it, so you just giggle again and bury your face in his neck.

“Love you, too.”

anonymous asked:

LUV by Tory Lanez with Jackson from Got7 please???

Everyone falls in love sometimes

I don’t know ‘bout you but it ain’t a crime
Neefi let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby
Neefi let me touch you, neefi let me love you ‘til the morning, oh

LUV by Tory Lanez

Originally posted by markjin


The cameras weren’t on but Jackson loved to pretend to be your husband anyways.

You never fought him. Even though you weren’t one to give back the affection, you enjoyed every bit of Jackson’s. To think you’d find his clinginess annoying in the beginning of your arrangement for We Got Married…

Last time you had checked on the idol, he was eyeing himself in the full-sized bedroom mirror as he did his morning exercise (as he always did religiously). You on the other hand, decided to be of use and boil water for his organic green tea. The smell of tea always made your stomach turn. As a Caribbean born, you always correlated green tea as medicinal… it was damn near triggering. But you did what you had to be a caring “wife”. Despite cameras being off.

For the meantime, while you waited for the water to boil and went on your business making coffee for yourself, you pulled out your phone and let your Spotify music play on shuffle. Something you hadn’t been able to do for a while when the cameramen were around. Something about sponsorships and unpaid advertisement – however the hell that shit worked.

Of course, dancehall was bound to play along the way. Tory Lanez’s attempt of Dancehall (no shade) came on the up, and it was only right your hips swayed to it. You picked up the now boiling water and poured it’s hot contents into two mugs, your hips never losing beat to the riddim echoing against the studio apartment. You licked your lips and hummed the lyrics as you dropped the green tea in a mug and stirred.

“I don’t know ‘bout you but it ain’t a crime, Neefi let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby ~” You sang to yourself, picking up the mug and wining to the beat with a smile on your face – god it’s been a while since you’ve listened to native music.

Jackson crept the bedroom corner without much of a sound. His eyes fixated on you and the way your hips, foot work, and ass moved so perfectly timed to the beat – a part of him feeling a little guilty for watching you the way he was without you noticing. Jackson stepped forward, a goofy grin on his face, “Jagiya~!” He cooes, knowing damn well you weren’t really his jagi.

You quickly spun around, a little bit of the green tea splashing onto the kitchen floor. “Jesus, Jackson…” You huffed, clutching onto your chest. “You scared me…”

“Ah, sorry, sorry…” He apologized politely, the goofy grin still plastered on his face. Jackson approached you slyly. You narrow your eyes at him suspecting the worst. “I just smelled green tea!”

“Right…” You retort, handing over his tea, “I don’t know if I was supposed to add anything? I only just put the tea bag in.”

“That’s fine. No sugar.” He nods, blowing at the brim of the mug before taking a sip – his eyes still on you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jackson raises a brow and lowers the mug, “How am I looking at you?”

“I don’t know… it’s just a look.”

“A look?”

“A look, Jackson.”

“I can’t look at my wife?” You scoff and roll your eyes, leaving Jackson beaming in his victory. You turn your back to him, reaching for the instant coffee and a spoon to mix yourself a cup. Jackson sat around the kitchen island, watching you as you prepared your coffee, bobbing his head a bit to the dancehall. “What’s this you’re playing?”


“What’s the music? Reggae?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye and chuckle at the common mistake. “No. Reggae is softer than this. Dancehall.”

“Mmm…” He nods, the goofy grin back on his face as he stirred the tea bag around in the hot cup.

“There’s that look again!”

“I’m not doing a thing, Jagi.”

Your eyes narrow at him once more. You turn your full body to him, cup of coffee in your hand and leaned against the countertop, facing him. “I don’t trust you at all, Wang Jackson.”

“But I’m such a good boy.” He says, pretending to be offended. You don’t fight him. You instead roll your eyes, once again (something you found yourself doing quite often in his presence) and sipped the coffee. Silence fell between you two, but there was growing tension. More so on Jackson’s part than yours. Sitting on his side of the island counter, he kept a keen eye on you and showed interest in the Caribbean dancehall you had playing aloud in the kitchen. Probably a poor decision now that you thought about it. He could speak English… did that mean he could understand little bit of what was being said?

Dancehall had a reputation of being extremely sexual…

“What was that dance you were doing earlier?”

Your eyes dart upwards, making eye contact with him. You swallow hard and found yourself choking on the coffee a little. Jackson was quick to act, reaching out to pat your back, but you shoo him off. “No, no I – I’m fine –“ You say between coughs, laughing nervously. Jackson sat back down in his chair, eyeing you with concern in his eyes. “I was just… dancing? That’s how we dance to our music back home.”

“Ah…” He says with a slow nod. His fingertips caressing the sides of the hot tea cup. “Can I ask you something?”

“Are you asking for permission to talk?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Well – I mean, I –“ Jackson rock his head back and forth before catching on you were teasing him. “Ah! Jagiya! Don’t be so difficult.”

“But I’m such a good girl.” You say, mocking him from earlier.

“I just wanted to ask, as your loving husband who is very interested in his lovely wife –“

“Jackson –“

“As your loving husband,” he repeats, “I just wanna see you dance to it again.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just wanna dance like that too, jagi.”

“What for?”

“It was cool looking.” He says, crossing his arms with a pout, “What? Am I not allowed to learn about my wife?”

You scoff, setting your coffee mug down. “I can’t just teach you it.”

“Why not?”

“Because –“ You started, licking your lips and crossing your arms. You furrowed your brows feeling a little flustered, “It requires me to like… I have to…” Jackson leans forward, waiting for an answer that didn’t want to come out.

“What does it require?”

“We have to dance like… close.” Your voice softened towards the end.


“We have to dance close.” You repeated. Jackson eyed you questioningly. “You know. Close, close.”

“I’m not following.”

“I – We have to be close Jackson, what is there not to follow?” You huff. “It’s called wining. I have to literally grind up on you. Like – ass to crotch.”

Jackson sat up straighter, look down at you from his seat with ears and cheeks tinted pink. “Oh.”


“Well.” He says, straightening out his shirt and clearing his throat. “That just makes me want to do it more.”

Your face went deadpan. “I’m going to commit man slaughter on this set.”

nomnomcupcakesworld  asked:

If youre still doing the parent meme could you do bruce wayne x reader? I love the way you did the others!!!

who’s the one to wake up the kids: Depends what time Bruce got in. Usually he sleeps all day after everyone leaves for work/school, so he wakes them up when he gets back from crusading. If he’s hurt, the kids usually work with him so he doesn’t have to work as much.
who makes the breakfast: Alfred. Come on. I mean, if Alfred didn’t, it would probably be Bruce. He’d just make eggs and toast. Anything fancier would have to be made by Alfred, or at least planned out by you or Bruce.
who’s the one to cry for everything: You. Bruce just clenches his jaw and holds back any tears he might feel, why you just let them fall freely.
who’s the more discipline parent and who’s the more lenient one: Bruce is more disciplined because he’s more of a disciplined person. You are more lenient, having grown up in the city with a pretty good childhood. Bruce is scared of things happening to his kids, because he’s seen all the terrible things in the world, so he is stricter with them to keep them safe.
who helps with the science fair: Bruce. If he cant’ figure it out, he’s got a couple of friends who can help him. Aka Barbara does the whole thing while your kids watch with Bruce.
who does baby talk: You. Bruce tries to keep his tough guy facade, so you do it enough for the both of you. Bruce will if he’s at an emotional point low enough where he can’t hold his emotions in as much.
who wakes up for midnight feedings: You. Bruce is usually out fighting crime, so if he’s not home, it’s up to you. If he is, he hears everything, so he’s up the second they start crying.
who’s the one who always worries: Bruce. He’s seen a lot of horrible things, and doesn’t want his kids to face any of that. He worries that he’ll mess them up by leaving them all alone when he goes out, or gets himself injured.
who picks up the kids early from school for some fun: You. You usually have to do the same thing for Bruce, by picking him up from the Batcave, or from Wayne Enterprises. You’ll spontaneously take them out of the city to somewhere pretty and warm with a lower crime rate.
who’s the competitive parent: Bruce. He needs to be the best, and has a bad temper, and a need to fight everyone, which doesn’t help when he’s got access to the greatest technology in the world and can find out anything about anyone. He’s been out of too many PTA meetings for bringing up personal things like past crimes, debt, etc.
who kisses the ouches: Both. Neither of you would be against it. Bruce would always tell his kids what his dad told him when he got hurt, before giving it a kiss. You gave a million little kisses until they giggled their tears away.
who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes: You. Bruce just rolls his eyes when the kids try to win him over like that. If they do it to you, you melt immediately, and try to convince him to go along with whatever they want.
who makes the “dad jokes”: Bruce. Come on, he’s been practicing with the Batfam for this one, so he’s got an arsenal of jokes up his sleeve.
who embarrassed their kid for fun: You. You would make bad jokes about how they’re turning into their dad, ‘batman.’ You would kiss Bruce in front of them a lot to hear them giggle and squeal. Nothing more beyond that.
who’s the over protective one: Bruce. He’s worried about anything hurting them, so any sign of danger, he jumps into action to protect his kids.
who’s the “take a sweater!” parent: You. Bruce literally flies around the streets fighting bad guys without any weapons, so he’s not always the best judge of what’s safe for his kids. You tell them that if it gets too hot they can put it over their shoulders and become just like their dad.

Locked away (shuffle song fic)

Title: Locked away (shuffle song fic)

Anonymous asked: ❤️Moriarty

Characters: Moriarty, Mycroft and you

Pairing: Moriarty x reader

Warnings: none, bit sad perhaps.

Word count: 404


“don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll come back for you” Moriarty said, stepping into the police car.


“if I got locked away and we lost it all today, tell me honestly, would you still love me the same?” Moriarty asked you. “of course, I’ll stay with you till the end” you reassured him. “but if I couldn’t buy you the fancy things in life” he murmured. “I’m with you because I love you, not because I expect you to pamper me. I can take care of myself” you argued. “baby, don’t lie to me” he said. “I’ll never let you down” you said, taking his face in your hands. “now stop whining and grow up, we’ve got some crown jewels to steal” you said, winking.

“James Moriarty, you are under arrest for attempting to steal the crown jewels” the judge said. “wrong” Moriarty replied. “excuse me?” the judge said, confused. “I didn’t attempt to steal them, I succeeded in stealing them” Moriarty said. “so you admit to having committed a crime” the judge stated. Don’t you dare admit to it, you thought. “that’s for my lawyer to decide” Moriarty said, sitting down again.

“hello Y/N” you heard behind you. “hello Mycroft” you greeted the Holmes brother. “I heard about Moriarty, tragic little business” he said, faking sympathy. “what do you want?” you asked, not buying his act. “straight to business then. I know you have information about Moriarty that I want” he said. “why would I ever consider giving it to you?” you asked, irritated. “let’s say if you give me the information, I’ll make some arrangements to get him out of prison” he said. “you don’t have that much power” you argued. “I’m the British government, sweetheart, I can do as I please” he said. “well, it certainly has been nice talking to you” he said, starting to walk away. “wait” you whispered.

End of flashback

“Jim!” you exclaimed, when he was released. “I’m sorry but I had to know you were okay” you said. “it’s alright darling, Mycroft can do nothing with the information, I still love you the same” he said, kissing your head. “I love you too Moriarty” you said, burying your head in his neck. “never leave me again” you whispered. “I won’t” he promised.

Originally posted by lilymiller1

Sherlock x reader- Babysit

Well, I’m didn’t take that long right? Today my school had it’s sports so that totally killed me. Anyway, this isn’t as long as I’d like it to be, but it’s something. Doing this on mobile sucks Valhalla balls 😒 but I hope you enjoy none the less, sorry if you see anything jumbled up, it’s because I’m using my phone… _____________________________________ “Checkmate.” “…..How?” Sherlock looks up at Y/n, confused on how she had possibly beaten him, at chess, again. Y/n winks, moving from her space on the ground, “I’m just that good. You, Mr. Holmes, over think things.” She picks up her empty tea cup, walking to the kitchen with a laugh, Sherlock following behind her. “No I don’t.”  Sherlock grumbles.
It was a bit late in the Tuesday evening. And Sherlock and Y/n had nothing better to do to pass the time, since absolutely nothing was happening, no case, nothing of interest to Sherlock at least, so chess it was. And that’s what they’ve been doing for the last half hour, and even after calculated moves and strategies, Sherlock still lost, three times. “Yes you do, sometimes you talk aloud when you concentrate. So I knew where not to move.” Y/n shrugs, pouring more tea into her cup and Sherlock’s.
“I think that’s called cheating.”
“No, I think that’s called using your opponent’s weakness against them.” she smiles, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek. He wraps his hand around her waist, pulling her to him for a proper kiss, lifting her onto the counter, not once pulling away.
Until someone clears their throat behind them.
“I hope I’m not interrupting you two.”
Y/n looks over Sherlock’s shoulder, seeing John standing in the entrance, the blond male shifting awkwardly on his feet.
Y/n smiles kindly at him, trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation, hoping down from the counter. “No,”
She looks up at the curly haired man, glaring a bit before looking back to John. “No. You’re not.”
Sherlock purses his lips at her, taking his cup and heading back into the living room. “Hello John, what brings you ‘round?”
“Oh, I was wondering if you two can watch Rosie later, Me and Mary are going out.”
“Oh, sure, no problem at all. It’s what we’re here for. Right Sherlock?”
“Hmm? Yes of course.” He replies, waving his hand in the air a bit, not at all looking at them, his eyes locked on his phone. Y/n rolls her eyes and assures John and she and Sherlock would be at his place later.

“I can’t do this.” Sherlock states, causing Y/n to laugh, “It’s not that hard Sherly.”
“I find this extremely difficult.” Sherlock says, staring down at Rosie who was laying on her back, holding her tiny feet and giggling up at them. “Changing a diaper isn’t rocket science. I bet Mycroft can do it.”
Sherlock rolls his eyes and glares at the ceiling, Y/n nudges him with her elbow, “I’m right here with you,” she says solemnly, before giggling, “Okay okay. Move over.”
John and Mary had been gone on their anniversary date, and babysitting Rosie was easy as pie, well easy enough when the biggest baby in the room refuses to change her. The night had been filled with spending time with Rosie, making sure she had everything she needed and watching the telly. And of course, cuddling with Sherlock.
“Like I said, not that hard.” Y/n says once she was finished changing the baby, picking her up and placing her on her hip. Poking her cubby cheek, to which the girl responds with a giggle “Well aren’t you just the cutest, lucky thing you take after your mother.” She chuckles to herself, smiling at the child. And Sherlock stood and wondered what’ll be like, to live life away from his norm. Away from solving crimes and being well… him. What’ll be like to live a domesticated life, with her, to have a family of his own.
“Hey,” Y/n waves a hand in front of his face, capturing his attention. “You alright?” She asks when he looks down at her, he nods, smiling slightly. She smiles back and continue to gently rock Rosie to sleep, which she falls into quickly.
When that was done, the two were in John and Mary’s living room. The telly was on, the volume low as not to disturb Rosie who was in the room across from them. Y/n was leaning against Sherlock’s side, his arm around her waist, and she was quite sure that the man was asleep. You know what they say, when the baby sleeps, you sleep too cause you just might miss your chance to. Y/n leans her head against Sherlock’s shoulder, falling asleep even though she tried to keep her eyes open.
Later in the night, John and Mary came back, finding both their friends passed out on their couch. And Mary smiles fondly at them, “Oh I’ll never get over how cute they look together.”
“I didn’t even think he’d be able to find a girlfriend.” John whispers, trying not to wake them up, they do deserve the rest after tonight, he knows how taking care of a baby could be extremely tiring. “You found me.” Mary says softly, smiling at her husband, “Come on, we can wake them in the morning.”

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Originally posted by no-lovesong

Taken Away

A/N: This piece came from an anon request and a request from @jaycee374 for something involving the season 12 storyline, where one, Derek is there, and two, the reader (part of the Bureau) is married to Spencer and is visiting him in jail I decided to put the two together and I’m only going to go up to the events in episode 15. As it goes on, or after the season ends, I’ll probably do something else involving this storyline. @coveofmemories


“Derek,” you breathed as he answered the door. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately, a sleeping Hank in his arms. “What happened?”

What hadn’t happened? You’re life was falling apart, that’s what was wrong. “You haven’t gotten a call?” you asked softly, wondering where the hell you were supposed to begin with this clusterfuck of a situation Spencer was in. 

Derek shook his head, ushering you into the house with the hand that wasn’t holding Hank. “What happened? Where’s Reid?” At the mention of your husband, you started sobbing. “What happened to Reid?” he asked in horror. By the look in his eyes, you could tell Derek though he’d died - been killed in the field or something - but that wasn’t the case. Honestly, you didn’t know which one was worse. Dead was dead. But alive and suffering - yea, that had to be worse. 

“He’s been arrested,” you managed to choke out. Your poor sweet husband who’d never hurt a fly had been arrested. 

“Arrested for what?!” he exclaimed, higher than he’d intended which woke the sleeping infant. “He’s not on the drugs again, is he?”

Hanging your head in your hands, you shook it side to side. “No, he’s not.” The relief washed over him in waves. “He’s been arrested for murder.”

“You can’t be serious,” he said the tears pooling in front of his pupils as he spoke. “Reid wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“I know that! You know that!” you yelled, immediately lowering your voice when baby Hank started to stir. You reached out for him and Derek placed him in your arms. With Spencer in prison, his little namesake was all you had, so you held him close, praying to anyone who would listen that Spencer would get out of this mess. “He’s been arrested for killing a doctor down in Mexico.”

“Mexico?” he asked confused. “What the hell is going on?”

For the first time since his mother had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, you recounted the story to Derek. After learning of her prognosis, Spencer had looked into any possible medication or treatment that might help his mother - anything that would slow the progress, anything that might make her feel comfortable, anything - it didn’t matter. If there was a possibility it could help in any way, he was willing to look into it.

“He found a supplement that would help slow the progression,” you said, caressing Hank’s cheek as he fell back to sleep. A tear nearly fell onto the blanket he was wrapped in, but you caught it with your finger and continued on. “Problem was, we could only get it in Mexico, so Spencer went first. After we ran out, I went, and then when we ran out again, he went. That’s when he was arrested. When they found him, they said he was high on drugs - heroin and cocaine.”

Derek shuddered at the thought. He had been there before you. He was there when Spencer was taken by Tobias Henkel and beaten and drugged for two days. There is no way in hell Spencer would ever go back on dilauded, no less heroin and cocaine. “He was drugged.”

“I know he was. You know he was. He knows he was,” you said. “But the Mexican police chased him driving away from the crime scene with drugs in his system and a dead woman nearby. They’re convinced it’s him, but it’s…”

“Scratch,” he said, finishing your sentence with a sigh. “It has to be him. First, it was Hotch. Then Tara, I heard what happened to Tara’s family, and now Reid. He’s playing the long game.”

“If I get my hands on him, I’m gonna fucking kill him,” you cried, collapsing into Derek’s outstretched arm. "He’s being arraigned tomorrow. Can you be there?”

Instead of replying, he just hugged you, silently reassuring you that he would be there no matter what.


The next day came too fast and you were sitting in between Garcia and Morgan waiting for your husband to be arraigned. Rossi said he’d post bail no matter the cost - you couldn’t possibly thank him enough. 

The night before, Morgan told Savannah what was happening and asked her to take the baby so he could be there for Reid. She more than understood. Thank god. Because you didn’t know what you would do without Morgan’s hand to hold. The entire team you’d been nearly tuned out, unable to process what the hell was going on, until you heard the gavel. “Suspect is remanded pending trial.” Spencer turned around toward you, his eyes full of a striking fear you’d never seen in him before.



What was happening?

Without thinking, you lunged toward your husband, desperate to hold him and tell him to be strong, but Morgan held you back as the judge reprimanded you. “Morgan, don’t let them take him away. They’re gonna kill him in there.” All you could think of was his status as a federal agent. Put that in conjunction with his sweet face and lanky form, he was going to get slaughtered in there. He might not even make it trial. While all you could think of was him, apparently all he could think of was you. Just as he was being taken away, he struggled against the guards to say one more thing. 

“Morgan, take care of her! Please!”

As he was taken through the door and out of your sight, you collapsed onto your knees with a thud, but it didn’t hurt. You couldn’t feel anything. All you felt was the sting of tears as they pricked at the corners of your eyes and again as they streamed down your cheeks, pooling in a never-ending puddle on the floor.


You’d intended to go visit him the next day, but you were so distraught, you could barely get out of bed, instead staying in, wrapped up in a blanket and crying for nearly the entire day. Derek had visited him in your place. You’d nearly gone into another crying fit when he said that all Spencer could talk about was keeping you safe. He was convinced that Scratch was coming after everyone and all he cared about was keeping you out of harm’s way. Your husband could die in prison accused of something he didn’t do, or he could die at the hands of an inmate, and all he cared about was you. 

He was too good. You had a warm bed. A fireplace. Friends within driving distance. A job you loved. He had a cot. A cold cell. Friends outside those four walls. He may or may not have a job anymore, depending on what happened. You were as fine as you could be in this situation. He wasn’t. The situation was horrid enough.

Now, it was two days after his arraignment, and you were going to visit him. “My name is Y/N Reid,” you said to the guard. “I’m here to see my husband.”

The guard huffed, a derisive breath escaping his nose as he looked at you. “Should talk to him while you can,” he laughed. “He’s too pretty to make it in here.”

For the umpteenth time in the last few days, the tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you came face to face with the guard, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him toward you. “You will make sure he stays safe in here, because I swear to God, if something happens to him and I find out you instigated it, you outed him as an agent, you looked in his general direction the wrong way, I. Will. Kill. You. Now, where can I go to see my husband?”

As he pointed down the hallway, his eyes filled with fear. You let go of his tie and spun around on the balls of your feet, stomping down the hallway to where you would be able to see Spencer. “Baby,” you cried upon seeing his face. “Are you okay?”

You husband smiled. He smiled. “I’m fine,” he lied. “Please don’t cry. I’m okay.” 

“You’re not,” you sobbed, putting your hand up to the glass. Apparently, inmates had to earn the privilege of seeing their loved ones in person. “You’re in jail for a crime you didn’t commit. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not,” he breathed, flattening his palm against the reflection of yours. “If this is Scratch, I’d rather he come after me than you.”

“We aren’t going to stop until you come home, do you hear me?” you said, the phone shaking in your grasp. “I will turn over every blade of grass to make sure you come back to me.”

“I know you will.”

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010 Film) : Sentence Starters
  • "When I'm around you, I kind of feel like I'm on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time."
  • "I'm in lesbians with you."
  • "This is good garlic bread."
  • "Bread makes you FAT?"
  • "You made me swallow my gum! That's going to be in my digestive tract for seven years!"
  • "If you want something bad, you have to fight for it."
  • "Break out the L-word."
  • "What kind of tea do you want?"
  • "You once were a ve-gone, but now you will begone"
  • "Did you really see a future with this girl/guy?"
  • "Your BF's about to get eff'd in the b!"
  • "It's amazing what we can do with computers these days."
  • "Dude, this thing claims I have mail."
  • "I have to go pee due to boredom."
  • "Like... with jet-packs?"
  • "Wow, ummm... Zelda... Tetris... that's kind of a big question."
  • "If I peed my pants would you pretend that I just got wet from the rain?"
  • "Next time, we don't date the girl/guy with eleven evil ex-boyfriends/girlfriends."
  • "We have an unfinished business. I and (s)he."
  • "Don't you talk to me about grammar!"
  • "That was a test _______, and you passed."
  • "That gossipy bitch."
  • "I've never even kissed a guy/girl before."
  • "! What's the website for that?"
  • "Freeze! Vegan Police!"
  • "It's milk and eggs, bitch."
  • "(S)He punched the highlights out of her/his hair!"
  • "This song is called "I Am So Sad. I Am So Very Very Sad.""
  • "We are here to sell out and make money and stuff."
  • "Guess who's drunk!"
  • "Pirates are in this year!"
  • "Believe it or not, I used to date _______ in high school."
  • "Is that the Uma Thurman movie?"
  • "Oh? Do you have any embarrassing stories?"
  • "All of our shows are secret shows."
  • "Do you have any idea how long it took me to get all the evil exes' contact information so I could form this stupid league? Like, two hours!"
  • "Tell it to the cleaning lady on Monday."
  • "Um, _______, we're gonna go to Pizza-pizza for a slice, call us when you're done..."
  • "Didn't you get my email explaining the situation?"
  • "Is the news that we suck, because I really don't think I can take it."
  • "Kick her in the balls!"
  • "You just headbutted my boyfriend/girlfriend so hard he burst."
  • "I have to pee."
  • "Go ahead. I'm too cool for you anyway."
  • "Is this an envy-related dream again?"
  • "Short answer: Vegans are just better then everyone else."
  • "Somebody bring me my board!"
  • "So, what can I *censored* get you?"
  • "How are you doing that with your mouth?"
  • "They're called jobs, something a *censored* ball like you wouldn't know anything about."
  • "Let's both be girls."
  • "The only thing separating me from her/him is the two minutes it's gonna take to kick your ass."
  • "Look, I didn't write the gay handbook."
  • "Every Pilgrim reaches the end of it's journey... some sooner than others."
  • "But you can't... cheat... death."
  • "I don't think I can hit a girl. They're soft."
  • "Okay, presumably, you may have just seen a dude's junk, and I'm very sorry for that... so is he."
  • "Steal my boyfriend/girlfriend, taste my steel!"
  • "You had a sexy phase?"
  • "Oh I'd love to postpone, but I just cashed in my last rain check."
  • "What a perfect asshole."
  • "I want to have his/her adopted babies."
  • "_______, you're the salt of the earth."
  • "Do that again, and I will end you!"
  • "You broke the heart that broke mine."
  • "I partake not in the meat, nor the breastmilk, nor the ovum, of any creature, with a face."
  • "You'll pay for your crimes against humanity."
  • "You cocky cock!"
  • "Is there anywhere you don't work?"
  • "Never *censored* mind how I'm doing it!"
  • "You mean, do I have, like, ulterior motives?"

anonymous asked:

Uf, Us sans reaction to babysitting their trouble making newborn kids that cry when they dont get what they want, while s/o is shopping.

I love the Bros with their kids. Kids didn’t really turn out as complete newborns though as I have no experience with that, they’re probably closer to like 3 months. Also is it just me, or does it not count as babysitting if it’s your own kid??

UF!Sans: He was nervous enough already. It might be his kid, but he does not feel like he can take care of them himself while they’re this young. So he’s begging his you to either let him do the shopping or take the baby with you. But he knows that you’re tired, and you deserve a break from constant parent duty. So he accepts and decides to just try and get through it painlessly. That of course, is not what happens. And as soon as the kid starts crying he’s freaking out. He tries everything, feeding them, rocking them gently, and he even tries to pull some funny faces to make them laugh. But nothing is working and now he’s sure that he’s fucked up and hurt the kid somehow. He calls your cell, and begs you to come home. His distressed voice and the sound of your baby crying in the distance isn’t very reassuring. When you do come home though, you find them both passed out on the couch. Red is laying on his back, his kid on his chest and both arms around them protectively. It’s so adorable, it’d be a crime not to snap a picture or thirty of them.

US!Sans: He is confident that his parent techniques are just as good as yours, and he’s sure that he can take care of his own child for a few hours. He’s their father, after all. And it doesn’t look like it’s going to be any problem, the baby is happy to be carried around by him and they wave you off together. It’s when you’ve been gone for half an hour that the crying starts. And then it just. wont. stop. No matter what he does, they just wont stop crying. And he doesn’t know what to do. He feels like he’s failed at something he never even considered that he could be bad at, being a dad. He’s determined to find something that will work though. And after much trial and error (and some googling) he finds a trick that might actually work. He holds them in a certain way and then gently rocks them while cooing and talking to them. They cease the crying almost immediately and after a few minutes they’re as calm as when you left. When you come home you find them both on the floor, kid in their play area and Blue singing and handing them toys. 

Roses (gangster!Namjoon)

REQUEST: Requesting for scenario for Namjoon..When he’s a gang leader and rescued you from his enemies. Smut, please and thank you! 😀
NOTE: we’ve decided to turn this into a series. more will be released soon!

Summary: You were dating a notorious gang leader. What more could you ask for?
Type: angst, smut, series [some violence present]
Length: 1,974
Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

- Admin M & R

Originally posted by ygnj


You stood in a back room, leaning against the wall, catching your breath and getting away from the loud rumbles of chatty people. You were exhausted and ready to go home. You had a job working at a restaurant when you weren’t busy running errands with your gang. You were a well renowned cook in this constantly busy and well known established restaurant, but that didn’t stop your boss from lecturing you about being late. So, to cool yourself down you found yourself standing in the back, collecting yourself and cursing out your boss in your head. If only he knew what you really did for a living, maybe then he’d shut up about his pretentious guidelines and other nonsense things. You were partners and lovers with the leader of one of the most notoriously dangerous gangs in the city. But of course, no use would come to letting that piece of information being printed on your resume. So back to work you went, delving yourself into the loud environment.

Finally your shift ended, the restaurant’s scene dimmed down to a light and peaceful silence as the staff continued to clean up the last of the tables. Clocking out, and reaching for your coat you headed out for the night. You were walking home from work, the light wind brushing your hair against your face. The night seemed extra quiet and you liked it that way. Walking down the street, you started feeling uneasy. The feeling came from your gut, and it felt like someone was following you. You turned your head slightly to look to your left, trying to see if there was anyone from the corner of your eye. Trying not to make it look as if you knew you were being followed, you continued your journey home down the street that now seemed to be extending endlessly. You quickly got out your phone and called your boyfriend. He picked up before the second ring and your heart calmed its speed for a second at the sound of his voice.

“You almost home. Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m on my way babe.”

“Good, because I miss you.”

“Haha. I miss you too babe. Oh hey, don’t forget to bring my roses okay?”

“Is someone following you?”

“Make sure they’re red, Joon. You know how much I love red roses.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Okay, love you too!”

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