In an interview with the Washington Examiner’s Salena Zito, Trump praised former President Andrew Jackson — a slave owner whose actions led to the genocide of thousands of Native Americans in the “Trail of Tears” — and questioned why the Civil War was necessary.
There’s an easy answer: slavery. At the time Civil War broke out, southern states were in the process of breaking from the Union over their desire to protect their right to own slaves.
What’s more, Jackson died in 1845, nearly 16 years before the Civil War broke out. Read more (5/1/17 10:30 AM)
Educational decree number 31: Boys and girls are not permitted to be within 8 inches of each other.
The Weasley twins initially looked up at the sign with an air of malice but then simultaneously an idea sparked in both of their heads and they turned to look at each other with matching grins of glee.
Sitting on the brilliant white fabric sofa in the sexiest, most shameless silky robe and matching lingerie you possessed you waited impatiently for your boyfriend Hoseok. The two of you had been together for almost three years, your relationship was absolutely perfect but you couldn’t deny how much you missed him each time he worked away for promotions. Hoseok was the lead dancer of the famous Kpop group BTS, and ever since you laid eyes on him in an overcrowded humid nightclub in Hongdae, you knew he was the one.
It was the way his body moved rhythmically to the music as he danced, thankfully alcohol provided him with enough courage to steal you away from your friends and show you a good time. Your bodies were hot, sweaty and fuelled entirely by an unquenchable thirst for each other; you didn’t remember much else about that night, mostly just the feel of Hoseok’s glistening back muscles beneath your desperate fingernails. Who knew that wouldn’t be the last time your bodies were lost beneath his bed sheets. Three years later here you were, the same desire for him circuiting your body.
Your eyes felt like cinderblocks: Dry. Heavy. Unmoving.
The blood; was it yours?
As you tried to move your body, you were met with a painful realization: you were laying in a pool of blood, and, as you tried to gather any scrap of information about your surroundings, you found yourself to be utterly immobile. You collected every fiber of your willpower to pry your eyes open just long enough to scan your approximate area. Your breathing quickened and you fidgeted in panic once you saw something vertically, fatally lodged in your abdomen.
Your figure remained a solid brick regardless of your willful attempts to budge even the slightest. You felt a strange presence of heat to the left of your body as a faint light danced out of the corner of your vision.
Okay, so talking about parallels with the first series, I think Ishida did something interesting with the news`t chapter. I think the parallels can`t be find directly. By that I mean if you look at chapter 117 of :re and original series, it`s not there. Instead, you have to look a the beginning of the a new arc.
Chapter 117 of :re is very likely the beginning of the Anteiku raid arc in :re, and in the original series that starting point was chapter 108.
Interestingly both start with a colored page about Kaneki, with his other eye hidden under an eyepeatch:
What is more interesting thou is the contest of the chapters. Both chapters basically start off with a character lying in a bed, deep in though, trying to figure things out, who wants to be left alone.
At the end of Kanou`s lab raid arc, Kaneki hurt Banjou and the arc as a whole served as wake up call/shock, that the current method and path he had chosen might not have been a correct one. That made him shut in to his room, and he wanted to be alone.
Now, Akira has woken up in her severe state. She protected Seidou during the Rue Island arc, and told him how she really tried to be the investigator she was supposed to be. She tried to think about stuff coldly and logically, but her emotions finally broke trough and she protected Seidou. I think like Kaneki in the original series, Akira is now going trough some sort of internal pondering about her views about the world.
Probably partially because of that, and also because of the reason that she woke up in a weird place that looks like a prison, surrounded by people she does not know, she shut in her room and does not want to see anyone.
Ken`s stroy about Arima must have shocked her pretty bad too.
Kaneki by hurting Banjou in a berserk rampage made him realize that there is something not right the way he has done thing in the past. Akira, in the other hand, by protecting a friend from a fatal blow, probably came into some similar conclusion.
But wait! It does not stop there and now comes the most fascinating part. In the first part Kaneki starts to feel a bit better after reading Takatsuki´s novels that Shuu dropped, and he finally breaks out of his bad state after Hinami comes. She mentions the book signing by Takatsuki that is happening, and I think she probably partially planned this beforehand to cheer up Kaneki. It works and they both go to the signing session.
Hinami was the key here to broke Kaneki`s depressing state of mind.
And looking at the news`t chapter of :re, who Hirako mentions to possibly be the person to break the ice between Akira and the rest of the gang:
Yup, that is Hinami yet again! By having these two discuss, maybe they can find mutual understanding in their similar suffering. Both have lost their parents because of this twisted world.
Author: Admin Honey 🍯 Pairing: Got7 Mark Tuan x Reader Rating: 🥀💍💋 Warning: 18+, contains adult content. Word Count: 2,817 Summary: Mark gets jealous. You get it on. Request: Can I have an angst/smut where mark from got7 has feelings for his best friend but has a girlfriend already. Then one night mark confesses to her but she refuses because mark has a girlfriend. But mark doesn’t take no for an answer. Thank you! You change any aspect of it if you’d like. —–
A/N: I changed it a lil bit, hope you don’t mind too much. Prepare yourself… Honestly. This is the longest thing I’ve ever written.
A/N: God, forgive me, for I have sinned. Literally, don’t read this if you don’t have the intention to go to hell because I’ll be right there with you for writing this. This is my first ever smut so I hope you enjoy it as much as you can. My imagination went somewhere else in order to write this so make sure there’s some water near you, because you’ll need it.
Warning(s): Just filth. Pure filth, daddy kink, inappropriate use of ice-cream
Word count: 2,975
Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character)
She thought that she’d never get tired of being intimate with her boyfriend. That they’d always keep it new and playful in the bedroom. Never once thinking that her lover would one day fail to make her feel like their relationship was something extraordinary, as it was. However, no matter how hard he pounded or how deep he filled her, it never felt more than a quick fuck in her mind. The same old tricks of the trade when she knew he had something more up his sleeve.
The man was the Clown Prince of Crime.
The King of Gotham.
He wasn’t a boring man, nor an uninteresting man. In fact, early on in their relationship, he had used toys. He had used foreplay. He even tried his hand at dirty talking. But low and behold, their sex-life had dwindled away to the point where she had no more excitement left in her. It was like their spark had died out and they now had to settle for… simple sex.
She refused to believe that there was nothing they could try to spice things up. But every time she tried to advance on him, he would just shrug her off and slide into bed. Playing it off with a cold,
“The heist took it out of me. We can do it in the morning.”
He was gone before she woke up every morning.
Come to think of it, she hardly saw him anymore, even if he was in the house with her. He was always either out on a heist or in his office all day trying to plan for the next one. She wasn’t allowed in his secret sanctuary of high security safes with stolen money and top secret files only he had the right to just look at.
She missed him.
She missed her lover with his never-out-of-place vibrant green hair she could spot from a mile away. His wild cackle he calls a “laugh” that he only softened for her. His o-so-kissable bright red lips that he always used to steal her lipstick to paint over. His dark, meaningful tattoos that contrasted so well with his beautiful bleached body. The way he moved, the way he expressed himself that made grown men shake in his presence.
She just wanted him back.
She wanted to kiss her boyfriend.
She wanted to hold her boyfriend.
She feared that she might actually go just as insane as he was if she didn’t find a way to attract him again.
Of course, she had the pleasure of making him feel good and that made her happy. But what kind of girl doesn’t want to show herself off for her man? Who doesn’t want that special attention from the one she loves?
Deciding that it was time to take immediate action, she knew that her plan would go one of two ways. Either it would end up with her being sprawled out on the huge mahogany desk in his private office being “taken care of”, or, end up with her being screamed at for thinking she could enter his untouched room without permission and injure their intimacy further.
“Fuck it,” she thought aloud, “Ride or die type, right? Let’s give him the choice of whether or not he actually wants me to ride or die.”
Coming home with bags upon bags filled with tubs of ice-cream, she now started to wonder if their freezer was big enough to fit all of them inside.
Subconsciously, she shrugged her shoulders as she literally stopped in the middle of their living area to think about it before continuing to haul the bags to the kitchen.
“Oh, Mister J, you’re gonna love me.” She muttered to herself as she giggled at the thought of her plan.
Beginning to put all of the tubs in the freezer, she heard a door slam and footsteps padding along the floor.
Was that him?
He’s out of the office for once in his abnormal life?
Rushing to where the footsteps could be heard, she spotted his signature fluorescent hair and practically sprinted to the man she had grown to love. He was wearing, as usual, no shirt but she didn’t complain. Who would? The man was practically crafted by the Gods. His tight-fitting trousers hung low on his hips, exposing his prominent V-line which made her mouth water. She enveloped him in a giant bear hug as she jumped and swung her legs around his torso while snuggling her face into his neck.
“Doll, you’re killing me here.” His deep, gravelly voice sounded as he wrapped his arms around the girl that had attached herself to him to ensure she wouldn’t fall.
She loosened her grip, only slightly, and lifted her head up to look him in his blue, icy eyes. Another thing she missed about him.
“You’re out! I feel like I haven’t seen you for 53 years!” Her excitement was bubbling as she had no intention of suppressing it.
“But… You’re only 21.”
“You can shut up.”
“Just kiss me.”
And so he did. Their lips crashed together and moulded perfectly, as if they were missing puzzle pieces and were only made for one another. The smiles both of them had on their faces during that rare moment were ones of pure dedication and trust between two people.
The innocent kiss escalated into something more heated when he pushed her up against the wall, his hands either side of her head and her legs tightening around his abdomen to bring him closer. Hands reached up into his silky hair and tugged gently, making a groan escape from his open lips before he nibbled on her bottom lip and moving to her neck. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the man pressing into her as she felt him sucking on her sensitive skin.
She nearly lost herself in the little bubble they had created around them but she realised she still had a plan to carry out amidst all the sexual tension. She caressed his cheek, pulling him up to meet his gaze and bit her lip.
“As much as I want you to take me right here, right now, I got something planned out especially for you, Daddy.”
Unwrapping her legs, she let him go and instantly felt lost without the pressure of his body pushed against hers. Instinctively following behind her, his vision now clouded over with a sense of lust and want, her boyfriend grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She slammed into his chest with the force he exuberated on her before smirking up at him, gently rubbing their bodies together to create friction.
“Where do you think you’re going, doll face? Daddy isn’t finished with you yet.” The low growl coming from him indicating he needed her now and was not prepared to wait for a stupid plan she thought of.
“Mm, but you’ll like this surprise, J, I can guarantee you. Just be patient with me? Please?” She pecked his lips, hoping he’d understand what she was trying to do and listen to her. “Go back into the office and wait for me. I’ll be there in T-5 minutes.”
She knew talking in “heist-terms”, as she liked to call it, made him excited and that’s exactly what happened since she felt him twitch through his tight trousers. A smile and a wink was sent in his direction while she walked off. Surprised that he didn’t protest when she brought up the subject of her walking into his office, she heard him begrudgingly make his way back into the room he finally came out of and close the door.
Working quickly, she rid herself of her everyday clothing, leaving her in her black lacy undergarments. A shiver ran through her body as the cold air hit her, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin. Forgetting the cold and remembering she had a man waiting for her, probably feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, she took the ice-cream scoop into her hand and carefully placed two scoops of the vanilla sweetness onto a cone, licking it once because she couldn’t resist.
She put the tub of fresh ice-cream back inside the freezer and walked towards the entrance of the one room in the house she had never been in before. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and cleared her voice, “Mister J?”
“Come in.” The invitation took a while to register with her before slowly turning the gold handle and opening the door.
The room was stunning with a high ceiling and marble floor, a white rug sitting in the middle of it. The walls painted to match the rug, her eyes followed up to the sparkling gold chandelier that illuminated the room. A large vault was situated at the back, behind where her man was sitting, and she assumed he had tidied up as he was expecting her arrival. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as she examined every detail of the area. She didn’t know when she would be allowed back in so took her time to soak in every ornament and burn it into her memory.
“You having fun there, baby?” His voice broke her trance-like state and she snapped back to reality. She felt a sudden coldness running down her chest and in between her breasts before she looked down and realised the ice-cream she was holding had begun to melt and drip down her, not realising she had titled it at a weird angle when she was inspecting the place.
“Shit.” She cursed before licking at the rim of the cone to try and stop any more from running down. All the while her tongue was working it’s way around the cone, J had leapt up from his sitting position and approached his girlfriend, licking up the valley of her breasts to remove the trail of ice-cream. A gasp emitted from her lips as she felt his warm tongue make its way up her chest and push into her mouth as he enclosed her lips with his, making her taste the sweetness on it. Moaning into the kiss, he lead her to the middle of the room and sat her on top of his desk, as she predicted would be there, and ran his pale hands up and down her sides.
“Was this your surprise? Ice-cream?” He questioned, grinning up at the lingerie-clad woman.
“What, I thought I’d try something new.” Her own smile replicated his as she held the cone in front of his lips and watched him suck the some of the melted liquid off the top.
There was something oddly arousing looking at the most feared criminal in the city in the eyes and see him lick an ice-cream cone and have it drip down his chin.
“You know, doll. The ice-cream’s great and all, but I would much rather have your juice running down my chin.” As soon as those words came out of his mouth, she physically twitched and felt her pussy become even more slick, if that was even possible.
“Well what are ya waiting for? Be my guest.” She unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her arms, asking her boyfriend to hold her cone for her beforehand though because she “didn’t wanna drop it”. He shook his head at her, chuckling and pressing his lips against hers once she took the item of clothing off.
Holding the cone, he absentmindedly swirled the ice-cream around her nipple, erecting it almost instantly. A whimper came from her throat before he pulled away from the kiss and started to suck on her breast, lapping at the sweetness it was covered in.
“J…” She sighed and leant her head back as the man standing in between her legs worked her nipple. Slowly, he trailed down her stomach and pushed her body onto the hard surface, laying her down. She took the ice-cream from his grasp, allowing him to pull down her skimpy panties and expose her glistening mound as he let out a growl by just looking at it.
“Oh, baby girl, how I’ve missed your pretty pussy.” He commented before pulling his hand up and teased her by tracing his finger around her lips and inner thighs.
“Please. Don’t tease me.” She looked down at him and pleaded with her eyes.
“Please, Daddy.” She answered quietly.
He shifted his gaze to the cone in her hand and his eyes lit up with mischief and desire. Grabbing said cone, he titled it and waited for it to drip on her clit and run down, causing her body to jolt at the sudden coldness and shiver in pleasure.
After a few drops had melted, he decided it was enough for now and flattened his tongue on her before dragging upwards. The mixture of the ice-cream and her own pussy collected in his mouth and it tasted heavenly. He groaned as he sucked on her bundle of nerves which sent vibrations through her body before she moaned out loud and gripped the side of the desk. Her reaction only spurred him on further as he picked up the pace on his assault and run his tongue down to her hole, pushing inside and felt her tighten around the muscle. Starting to fuck her with his mouth, he brought the ice-cream back around and let it drip onto her clit again, the sweet juice running down on his tongue. Her cries could be heard from next door but neither of them cared.
She felt that she was close to her release now and pulled on his hair, bringing him further into her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!” She begged and arched her back.
“J, I swear to god, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Her eyes glazed over with lust, anger and desperation as she watched him innocently take a lick from the cone.
“Oh, but, baby, if you kill me, who’s gonna fuck you like you deserve to, huh? Who’s gonna make you cum when you’re a good girl? And who’s gonna punish you when you’re not?” His voice lowered into a sexy whisper as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall down his legs, palming himself through his boxers.
“… I do like it when you make me cum…” Her eyes fixated on his circular motions his hand was moving on his crotch before she reached out and pulled his underwear down for him, stroking his length.
“I know you do, doll, and that’s why you’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy right now and suck his cock.” He demanded, her jumping off the desk and onto her knees in lightening speed.
Her lips made contact with the tip and rubbed the pre-cum over it before allowing the head to be pushed into her mouth and sucked. His head fell back and grabbed her hair into a make-shift ponytail as he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Take more of Daddy’s cock.”
Wasting no time, she obliged and engulfed as much as she could into her warm mouth and swirled her tongue along the underside, beginning to suck hard. She placed her hands on his thighs to keep herself steady as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, revelling in listening to his sounds of appreciation and tightening his grip on her hair.
She suddenly felt a cold liquid against her lips and looked up. He was rubbing the ice-cream on himself, the kinky bastard. She pulled off with a pop and grinned at him, letting him coat his dick fully. He growled at the sensation of it covering him before she ran her tongue up and down to taste him and hummed on his cock which made his hips buck into her mouth resulting in her gagging. The feeling of her throat closing up on his tip made him go wild and he pulled her off, pushing her back onto his desk and rubbing himself up and down her soaked slit.
“You want this?” He asked with his deep voice and looking her in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the cone from his hand and licked it.
“Go ahead and fuck me, Daddy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice and slammed himself into her, letting her adjust for a moment as they both cried out in pleasure at the new feeling they hadn’t felt for a long time. Once they were ready, he didn’t hold back in pounding into the tight walls that kept clenching around him, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum, baby girl. You wanna feel it in ya?” He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and making her moan so loudly she was pretty sure the whole of Gotham could hear her.
“Yes, please, Daddy, I want your cum. I’m so close.”
He felt her pussy clench one more time around him and it sent him over the edge. Releasing himself inside his girlfriend, he stilled his movements and groaned as he felt her do the same. She screamed and gripped the desk so tightly, she could’ve sworn she broke a bone, her juices running down his cock and onto the desk.
Heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard and the whole room smelled like sex and sweat the two of them created. They rode out their highs before he pulled out and laid next to her, pulling her close while she wrapped herself around him.
“We might need to get some more ice-cream for next time.” He joked, not knowing she bought gallons of the stuff earlier in the day.
“Don’t worry about it, Mister J, I got it covered.”
Bellamy Blake:Itall started when you got out of your tent in daze. You had tunnel vision as your grasped someone shoulder. It turned out to be Clarke as she turned you fell to the ground.
“BELLAMY!” She shouted as Bellamy turned around, wide eyes as he saw you collapse. Running over he picked you up and took you into the Ark. He saw how sweaty you were as he laid you down. He brushed the hair off your face as he fought back a sob.
‘B-Bellamy. It hurts.” You whispered as you looked up at him with tear filled eyes.
“I-I know princess but you have to stay with me okay?! Don’t you clock out on me now baby.” He whispered as he ran his hands through your sweaty, wet hair. He didn’t leave your side at all. People bringing his meals which he motioned for them to leave. He never let go of your hand. He only left when he needed to use the bathroom and even then he wouldn’t be gone for 5 minutes.
“Y-you have to eat Bellamy.” You murmured weakly. He shot up as he inspected your body. You coughed and he quickly sat you up.
“Your fevers broke.” He whispered hopefully. “You’re okay…you’ll be okay.” he insisted with tear filled eyes. He pulled you into his chest.
“You’ll be okay.”
John Murphy: Murphy was sick and he knew it. But the plus side he was getting better. He was just kept in quarantine to prevent further infections. He was use to the other being set next to him and some not making it out.
Today was no different. He sat with his eyes closed till someone burst in holding a body. He sat up as he recognized the figure.
“(Y/n)?” He whispered. Bellamy laid her on the cot beside him and he noticed the blood under her eyes. He couldn’t speak as they fixed her.He reached for her hand but Bellamy ripped it from him.
“We don’t need you getting sick again.” Bellamy grumbled.
“You rip my girlfriends hand away from me and you’ll lose yours.” Murphy snarled as he looked at you as you coughed wildly.
“Make it stop Murphy.” You cried out in pain. Murphy sniffed as you passed out. He refused to leave or take his eyes off of you.
“Stay with me babe.” He begged as your eyes fluttered open.
Jasper Jordan: Jasper knew there was a sickness was going around he knew no one was safe. He went with some others to get medicine. When he came back Monty was waiting for him at the gate.
“Don’t…” He whispered as Monty nodded. Jasper stifled a cry as he was led to where you laid unconscious. Your hair all sprawled out as you were pale.
“How long has…has she been like this.” He asked Clarke as he fought a sob.
“Since you left yesterday.” Jasper’s eyes fell back to you.
“We’ve done all we can. She just has to fight and wake up.” She tried as Jasper stared blankly. You didn’t wake up for another day. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt Jasper stroking your hair.
“Good morning.” He chuckled airily.
“What did I miss.” You smiled weakly.
Monty Green: Monty had done his best to keep you from the sickness but the moment he turned to see you with blood streaming down your face as you slowly fell forward, he knew what was happening.
Monty relentlessly tried to find a cure and visited you and hated seeing you so sick as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Help…” You whispered as your eyes shut as he wiped the blood from your face. He only worked when you were asleep. He tried to take his mind off. He ended up visiting you one day to being help sitting up with Bellamy and Clarke.
“Fever’s broke.” Clarke stated as his eyes widened.
“You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. Thank god….I can’t lose you.”
Lincoln: Lincoln hoped and prayed to anything listening that you wouldn’t catch it. He hoped. Till one day when you faced him with blood pouring from your eyes as you fell from your horse.
He immediately took you to Clarke as he begged her with every being to help you. He could only see you at night considering the circumstances. Every time you woke up with a new flower in your head. You’d merely smile before going back to sleep.
He’d ask Clarke when you’d be better every time. He’d sit and stroke your hair and trace patterns on your arms. One day you woke up smiling. Clarke checked your temperature before smiling.
“It’s broke.” And with that he’d sigh as he scooped you up. You left the next night.
“You scared me half to death.”
“Death didn’t like me much.” You chuckled clutching him tightly.
Roan: Roan was aware of a sickness circling Polis. So he kept you in as much as he could. Knowing the sickness was taking some in terrible ways. But when he found you collapsed near your bed he lost it.
He demanded Polis’s best healers and threatened that if you didn’t recover, he would inflict injures they wouldn’t recover from.
He stayed by your side the whole time. Holding your hand and being there when you burst into coughing fits. Occasionally wiping some blood from your face as he grimicaed at your weak nature.
“Roan please make it stop.” You begged as you sobbed in pain. He couldn’t watch. One night he waited out the doors waiting for the healers words.
“She is healing. Count yourself lucky my king.” He burst in as you sat up weakly. He clutched you closely as you hugged him tightly.
Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you
Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.
It all had started after the night Yoongi and you had sex for the first time.
The thoughts of that night were consuming, if you closed your eyes, or even with your eyes wide open the memories of it were as vivid as if it had just happened, as you brushed your hair and saw your reflection in the mirror you had to admit your attention was no longer on getting ready to go out as the way Yoongi had held you occupied every single spot on your mind; the way his hands had caressed every single part of your skin setting every nerve on fire, the feeling of him inside of you, the sounds you had made, what you provoked in him and of course, his eyes on you, a dark and exquisite delight that had you yearning for it more than you should.
You knew sex with him would be different from any other experience that you previously had, Yoongi was a demon, and for demons sex alluded a whole new level of sensations; sensations that he had let you feel.
You shuddered at the thought, trying to fight back the wave of heat that ran through your whole body. Because now you were aware that at that night Yoongi had done something that let him sense, if he wished, whatever happened to you, what you were feeling.
It was a black mark that you had only noticed two days ago when you felt something itching at the back of your neck; but that he had done to you a week ago at his place. Yoongi had thought he could get away with you having it and not seeing it. You had confronted him about it the same day you found out, and when you learned what the mark could do you were baffled, he had stepped over a limit for you. Yoongi had blatantly answered that he was a demon and had no limits nor morals. It was a furious battle that unfortunately you hadn’t won, yet.
Caressing your nape, you felt the spot where the mark was, an intricate circle that swirled in beautiful arabesques. The mark, that looked like a well made tattoo, was placed on your nape just below your hair line, where Yoongi had bit you that time but you had thought it was just out of the heat of the moment, you remembered the whimper you had let out at that precise moment, followed by Yoongi’s husky groans. Your cheeks flushed and you shook your head once more. Through it Yoongi could know if you were happy or afraid, if you were in danger or even if you felt… aroused. So you tried to stay calm and not give him any more reasons to be smug. Because he’d know.
You wanted the mark out, because as much as you liked how he could make you feel everything magnified during sex through it, you absolutely hated that your privacy was diminished to nothing. Yoongi had been rather elusive about the mark, telling it was only for your protection, which you believed, but it still made you feel uncomfortable, you wanted it gone.
You continued brushing your hair, now looking at your reflection, but instead of only seeing yourself your eyes caught a shadow, it moved behind you hiding when you focused on it. You were no longer alone in your apartment.
Jumping to your feet you looked around for something to use as a weapon, you knew it couldn’t be Yoongi, he wouldn’t bother scaring you like this. Your heart beat faster as you felt the creeping sensation of fear start. The only weapon you had in hand was your hair dryer, so you grabbed that.
The shadow, that had previously disappeared, got into the light, revealing to be a young guy, more or less your age that you could have confused with a college student, but there was something off about him, he exuded the same aura that you had seen in Yoongi’s companions. Albeit him looking kind of angelic with fluffy honey hair and soft features you knew better. He was also a demon.
Admittedly, Draco never thought he’d be so smitten over a girl like her. For as long as he could remember, he’d always imagined himself falling for a pureblood, someone with the same class as himself, but never a muggleborn. It started in his second year; the Y/H girl was seen studying by the Black Lake by him. Her sleek hair twisted in the wind as her eyes traced over the small print in her book. Occasionally, she would lean over to the boulder next to where she was sat and write something down for her own notes. He was staring- he’d never seen her before and he was enamored with her. Draco continued to adore her beauteous features from a distance, anxious of her noticing him. He was nonplussed as to how he’d never seen her for the previous two years- he was aware that he never acknowledged the students in different houses to his own but perplexion filled him as he watched her study for the millionth time. How had he not seen her?
Part 2 of You Belong With Me
Word Count: 1,044
la douleur exquise- (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable
“We can still be friends,” Barry says in a defeated tone. You stop walking and turn around to face him, “No we can’t. Everything’s gonna awkward now.”
“(Y/N), it’s just a small crush, this will all blow over, and we’ll forget about it in, like, two days tops.”
“Barry, I’ve liked you for two years! I wouldn’t necessarily call that a ‘small crush’!”
“Just drop it. Forget this all happened.” You stormed off down the street, leaving you frustrated and Barry without a best friend.
After storming out of Barry’s apartment, you ran as fast as your legs could take you. Street signs were passing out of your peripherals and people were striding through the busy Central City night life. With your heart racing, your head pounding, and your chest heaving, you eventually found yourself back at your apartment. You slammed the door closed and threw yourself on the couch.
The pain of heartbreak and rejection was consuming; consuming you like snow does to the lively outdoors in the winter. One phrase stayed in your mind while you laid on the couch in a heap of tears and pain.
la douleur exquise
You were told this phrase by adults in your life. “Oh, you’ll experience it sometime,” they all said. Everyone of them had a different experience, a different story, but, one thing in common was the shared heartbreak.
For you la douleur exquise felt almost impossible to overcome.
For weeks you didn’t show up to STAR Labs because the thought of having to see Barry terrified you into oblivion. Weeks then turned into months and you eventually resigned from your position on Team Flash. You didn’t cut the ties completely; you still kept in contact with Caitlin and Cisco and you would go see them when Barry wasn’t there.
After six lonely months, you finally made your presence in the dating world again. You went on many dates, most of them boring and drawn out, but, some could’ve had a promising future. No matter who you were on a date with, whether it was good or bad, something never felt right. All of the guys were perfect gentlemen, but, they weren’t him. They weren’t Barry and they never would be.
“I am over him. I know I am. He didn’t feel the same way and he never will,” you muttered to yourself every time before a date. It didn’t matter how many times you attempted to convince yourself of this, your heart never listened. It still longed for Barry’s attention and Barry’s love.
Today, you had another date planned. This was actually the third date that you have been on with this guy and you genuinely enjoyed the time you spent with him. Joshua made you forget about Barry, even though they had some similarities. Tall, intelligent, and awkward, but, maybe you had a type. When you were with Joshua, you could actually see a long relationship in the future and the thought made you happy for the first time in a long time. A knock on your door shook you out of your thoughts. You opened the door and there stood a giddy Joshua.
“(Y/N), a-are you ready,” Joshua stuttered as he ran his hand through his hair. You nodded and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. His cheeks flushed red as he wrapped his arm around your waist and escorted you out of your apartment.
After a short car ride filled with loving looks and small talk, you arrived at Jitters. Joshua hesitantly grabbed your hand, still terrified that you would pull away in disgust. You offered him a loving smile and walked to an empty table. Sitting at the table with Joshua and making small talk made you think back to the possible future with him and you smiled. A few moments of silence had passed after that, leaving you in your thoughts until you were brought back to reality by Joshua’s hand grabbing yours. He looked into your eyes longingly but quickly looked away.
“(Y/N), I know that this is our third date, but, I feel like I could see something happening between us in the future. And I know that this m-may seem a little quick, b-but, I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he quickly stammered out. You looked at him in the eyes once again and smiled, “I would really enjoy that.“Joshua broke into a smile that ranged from ear to ear and he leaned over the table, planting a kiss on your lips. You broke the kiss and looked behind Joshua and saw him.
Of course he was here. The moment that he is not the one thing that you think about, he shows up again and ruins it. Barry saw you and looked at you in a shocked manner. He looks as if he had just seen a ghost. After Barry’s shocked state broke, he walked over to your table. Barry stands their awkwardly, glaring at Joshua before breaking the silence.
“H-How are you, (Y/N)? It’s been a while and w-who’s this?” Barry switched his weight between his feet and kept his hands in his pockets. You looked him in the eyes, still shocked that it has been six months since you had last seen him.
“Barry, I’ve been doing well and this-this is Joshua, my boyfriend.”
Barry glared at Joshua for the second time since arriving at the table. Joshua shrunk in his seat in attempt to escape the hostile glare. Once Barry sensed his fear, he smiled and looked at you once again.
“Well, it has been nice seeing you. Maybe, I’ll start seeing you at the lab again,” Barry winked. Could you start going back to lab? Things shouldn’t be as awkward since you have finally found someone. You nodded your head in agreement. Barry smiled and hugged you before walking away.
“It was meeting you Johnny,” Barry said as he was leaving.
Joshua straightened up in the chair and waved at Barry.
a/n- sorry for the weird spacing at the beginning. I hope everyone enjoys it :)
My headcanon for the old story of Gaster and Sans.
As a royal scientist Gaster had been under such great pressure of responsibility to save the underworld. He visited Sans to ask for help for his collapsing spirit when he was about to go insane, but Sans flatly rejected him. It’s because Sans had been already exhausted with his own life too and the only one he cared of in the world was his brother, Papyrus.
When Gaster realized there was finally no one for him to rely on, with the horrible loneliness and pressure, his mental state totally broke. Being insane and falling into despair, he decided to erase the underworld (Yes, I definitely consider Gaster as the last boss stronger than anyone, extremely dangerous and strong creature.). Almost all monsters were defeated, and Sans, the last one left, fights with Gaster alone to stop him.
I got this headcanon from ECHO animation by @v0idless because the animation is exactly the reason I got to know the existence of Undertale, and started to fangirl Gaster and Sans. Why I think of Gaster as the last boss or why he and Sans must fight here is simply because I was affected by the animation. (Thank you for the legendary amazingly amazing work, v0idless ‘/////’)
you weren’t sure what to expect as you walked into place you’d be met with all the faces you had once known 10 years ago. Now being 28 you had maybe one or two close friends from high school, the rest you never talked to again or were just Facebook friends.
One of the faces you are about to see include your high school sweetheart, your first love. Yes all that cliche stuff that happened in high school, that you constantly tried to forget about. Let’s just say the last week of school a fight broke you up and you ended up sitting all by yourself at prom, while he danced with one of the cheerleaders that he knew you didn’t like.
28 years old and you were still single and had only had a few boyfriends the past 10 years and the longest of that was 6 months. For the most part of you being an independent woman, you just spent the past 10 years working as a
As you walked down the hallways the memories that you tried to push away all these years came rushing back to, the quick make outs along the walls when teacher wouldn’t be watching, the girls looking at you with envy because they wanted to date Nick. Now they wouldn’t have to envy you, he was probably happy with some other girl.
You inhaled a breath of air as you opened the door to the room, already being ten minutes late. “Y/F/N we thought you weren’t coming” You heard the voice of one of your old classmates that you barely remembered the name of as you just nodded before finding your way to your only good friends now Alissa and Rose.
“How come I have to go through a full day of work and then I’m forced to come visit people who I knew ten years ago” You sighed as you sat down beside the girls resting your head on Alissa’s shoulder. They gave you a fake offended look as you reassured them that they were the only ones you wanted to see.
“So y/n still going out with Josh” Rose asked referring to an idiot of a guy that you ended up dumping two months ago because let’s just say he was a self-absorbed guy who ended up cheating on you with your co-worker who you once classified as a friend.
“Dumped his sorry ass when he cheated on me with Sarah” You muttered as you looked around to find where the wine was served that Alissa held in her hand, as you spotted the table of drinks you noticed no other than your old boyfriend standing right beside it chatting to one of his old mates that he was on the soccer team with.
After a few minutes of contemplating if the wine was worth it, you stood up and walked towards the table, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get through this night without a couple glasses of wine.
A few faces glanced at you with curiousness, as you were well aware that it probably looked like you were walking towards Nick. As you finally reached the table Nick looked at you before doing a double take, yet all you did was ignore him and grabbed the wine, grabbing the biggest glass you could find and pouring enough that would get you through the first hour.
As Nick’s friend left he turned towards you leaning his arm against the table, his signature smirk adoring his face, as he started speaking. “Why if it isn’t miss y/l/n, how have you been beautiful?” He asked, the look on his face making it seem genuine.
Already having enough of his presence you scoffed and turned to walk away the glass of wine held firmly in your hand, as your attitude made it seem as if you were in your teen years again.
You saw eyes following your movements as you walked away from Nick and back to your friends, him making no more efforts to talk to you.
Throughout the night people kept asking what had happened with Nick and why he went to the prom with Bethany way back 10 years ago.
As you were sat alone at one of the nicely decorated tables, you were questioning why your prom had to end like this. You knew it was too good to be true to have a nice boyfriend that you dated for the most of high school with no mishaps , now the day before graduation you were sad and just wanted to be finished with school.
Your friends all had dates that they were dancing with, hell even Nick had somehow found himself a date in the short time that our breakup was.
Which was only three days, it had taken him three days to get over me. I guess you could say that was probably what hurt the most right now. You looked away from Nick as a slow song came on and they began to slowly dance.
Over the course of the night teachers came up to you asking if you were alright and questioning why you were sat alone at prom by yourself, resulting in feeling self pity and sadness as you attempted to hold back all the tears. But you had already told yourself no crying, not tonight and in front of all these people.
As You saw Nick kiss Bethany you rushed to the bathroom, already feeling the tears spilling from your eyes, as you sobbed in the bathroom stall you questioned why you had even decided to come tonight.
Deciding you had enough you walked out of the bathroom and straight to the exit of the room you were in, your dressed crinkled and your face probably smudged with mascara.
Graduation wasn’t as special as it should’ve been as you didn’t feel one bit excited and got off the stage as soon as you could, leaving at the first possible chance you had gotten.
As you were stood talking to one of your old teacher you were grabbed by the hand and heard Nick’s voice as he apologised to the teacher telling her how he had to speak to you.
“I’m sorry” He sighed after you had both left the classroom and were standing out in the hallways, it was weird how it was so quiet. Back in high school you were used to the constant chatter of students.
“For what” You asked quietly as you looked towards him and saw how much he had changed, his features had matured and he looked just as hot as he did when he was eighteen. But now was not the time to be checking out your ex boyfriend.
“For being such a fucking ass, at prom” He said as he explained that he saw how you looked that night and never did anything to make you feel better.
“I mean you did just go off with some other girl three days after we broke up” You stated attempting to add some humour, but you both knew you weren’t being humorous on bit. That was probably the thing that hurt the most with the whole break up.
“Y/N I’m such a fucking idiot and I know this probably is a weird time to ask, as we haven’t seen each other in 10 years, but since we broke up I haven’t had a proper relationship and seeing you tonight made me realise how I’m still in love with your beautiful self, so what I’m saying is can I take you out on a date” He blurted out all that he said as you giggled at him.
Deciding to be a little spontaneous you grabbed his hand and pushed him against the lockers playfully as you kissed his lips for the first time in 10 year and as you felt the sparks you knew that this could work out again.
A/N: This is my first fic on here, and I got the inspiration for these after listening to the audio tapes between Barbara and Jason in the game. I hope you enjoy!
Jason Todd was angry, and had been for a very long time. He was angry at what he was forced to become, at what Joker made him after over a year of torture, and pain, and mind games. He hated Batman, the person he trusted and loved as a father, for not coming to his rescue. He hated him for replacing him so early after he was taken. He hated him, because even after all he had been through, all he had been told, he still wished that Batman would have saved him, not only from Joker. But from himself.
The Clown Prince had changed how he thought of almost all the of members of the batfamily. Bruce, Dick, Tim, but no matter how hard the maniac had tried, Jason Todd never thought of her differently. His Y/N, also known by her vigilante name Nightingale, was the love of Jason’s life.