Touch: raindrops falling
Sight: flash of light through the rain
Scent: day after a rainstorm
Emotion: a slight startle when a large thunderbolt lights the sky
Hear: resounding crack of thunderbolts
Taste: the numbing surge of electricity when testing a battery
Touch: the feeling of the wedding ring
Sight: the tears of love as a betrothed walks down the isle
Scent: the welcoming familiar smell of home
Emotion: love as grey as the hair time and passion has aged like wine
Hear: sound of child laughter
Taste: home cooked meal hot from the oven
Touch: the cold pool of tears after a panic attack as sleep calms the suicidal
Sight: a funeral procession honouring the soul to the underworld’s gates
Scent: freshly dug earth in a cemetery
Emotion: peace after a loved one has passed
Hear: the quiet of a cemetery
Taste: salt of tears as a life is not taken
Touch: wind through a open car window
Sight: yellow lines and green lights ensuring a speedy travel
Scent: lingering smell of gas at a full station
Emotion: relief as a long awaited trip arrives
Hear: clinking of coins in a till
Taste: the dryness after a long walk along a gravel road
Touch: long dry grass crunching in the fall
Sight: auburn, reds and golds of Autumn
Scent: pumpkin spice and freshly mown grass
Emotion: solitude and a festival glow as December rolls around
Hear: a lawnmower’s growling as it works through tall grass
Taste: fresh fruits and the taste of nectar and milk
Touch: creamy texture of chocolate in your mouth
Sight: long distance partner smiling after being far away
Scent: lovers perfume/cologne
Emotion: heart pounding, misty eyed love as a smile comes from seeing a love in your arms
Hear: impassioned breaths of intimate moments
Taste: the passionate kisses between lovers forgetting time for a moment
Touch: the long embrace of a soldier and child/love as they come home
Sight: half mast flag
Scent: soldier’s sweat after taking off his uniform from all day
Emotion: pride in your country
Hear: the resounding “Daddy!” of a coming home surprise
Taste: fresh food cooked after time away from your country
Touch: aching feet of a retail worker as they slump in a break room chair
Sight: the clock
Scent: burning embers of a fire, stale ash
Emotion: relief and excitement getting a job offer after searching relentlessly
Hear: clang of an anvil and sizzle of molten iron in a cooling bucket
Taste: cast iron cooked meals, fire cooked steak
Touch: the calluses on your fingertips after months of practice in guitar strings
Sight: beautiful works of art
Scent: lemonades on a day in summer
Emotion: shivering goosebumps as an emotion is struck hard with music
Hear: the sharp and clear melody of a freshly strung guitar
Taste: slight moment of metal and ink as a pen is drawn to your tongue
Touch: animal’s soft fur like water through your fingers
Sight: doe slowly walking out of a dense forest
Scent: a forest with rich leaves
Emotion: awe as a baby deer and mother wait patiently for your car to pass before crossing
Hear: twang of a arrow releasing from a bow string
Taste: cooling water after exploring in the woods
Touch: stiff spine of a new book cracking open
Sight: a deserved verdict to a defendant
Scent: old pages/books
Emotion: peace inside a bookstore
Hear: hoot of a stirring owl in the evening
Taste: fingertips as they’re licked to turn a fresh page in a book
Touch: embrace of a love come home again
Sight: the first spring flower blooming
Scent: new morning dew in spring
Emotion: relief and glowing love as a partner smiles on a long awaited Skype call
Hear: buzz of bees in the summer
Touch: tide bringing you in to shore again
Sight: crisp blue of the ocean at peace
Scent: the sour smell of a seafood section of a supermarket
Emotion: awe inspired by an image of the open sea
Hear: hooves thundering along a dirt path
Taste: salt of the sea as it slashes into a smile while swimming
Touch: the padding comfort of a bandage on a healing wound
Sight: seeing a loved one feel well again after sickness
Emotion: the drowsiness of NyQuil as it lulls your symptoms away to sleep
Hear: fresh air after sickness has clogged your sinuses for weeks
Taste: the sweetness as a sigh of relief escapes your breath
Touch: your cheeks stretching against your teeth as a yawn escaped into the sunrise
Sight: painted reds and oranges of a sunrise
Scent: morning dew in springtime at 6 am
Emotion: excitement for a day ahead, full of possibilities
Hear: the morning birds stirring in the early morning light
Taste: morning coffee next to an open-curtained window
Touch: moments when you can feel comfortable with your body after dysphoria
Sight: the charcoal of a panther, eyes glowing in the night
Scent: draping aroma of a fertile vineyard
Emotion: Pride in being part of a LGBTQ community
Hear: chorus laughter of a raucous party
Taste: sweet tang of a well aged wine
Request: Can you do something where (y/n) and Shawn are out
on a date and the paparazzi are a bit aggressive and Shawn gets protective?
a/n: hello lovely people!! it sure has been a while! so sorry for delays and what not but i was in the midst of finals but i completed my first year of college!! yay!! and this past week has been the busiest week of my life bc i’m studying abroad in london and we have these pre-london classes and i had 2 classes for like 3 hours and it was a lot. i leave for london tomorrow and i wanted to get something up before i leave for 2 weeks and definitely won’t be writing bc i’ll be out exploring!!
so happy reading and feedback is always appreciated!!
The bright city
lights of Miami, Florida illuminated the restaurant more than the lights
inside. The floor to ceiling windows
gave the restaurant a very city feels, and with always being a lover of the
city, everything on the outside of the restaurant caught your attention.
Shawn had been
touring nonstop for the past two months, and he thought it would be a fun idea
for you to come out and visit him. And
with you being on summer vacation, you didn’t see any reason as to why you
couldn’t go and visit your boyfriend. So
when the two of you worked out what dates would work best, you booked a flight,
and he picked you up from the airport of the city he was in.
halfway through your trip, and since you two couldn’t immediately do anything
when you arrived, Shawn suggested that the two of you wait until mid-way through
your stay to do something, and his idea of something
was a nice dinner in the city.
My Biggest Mistake (Barnes/Romanoff/Rogers x reader)
Request: Cheating Angst of Bucky
cheating on the reader with Natasha (Reader’s best friend) And when she finds
out, Bucky and Natasha go running to apologize to her. But the reader doesn’t
wanna hear it, so she ignores them. One day, Steve tries to convince her to
forgive the both of them, because of how sad both, Bucky and Natasha were for
the mistake. Which the reader comes in and forgives them ^^ (MAKE IT SUPA
ANGSTY PLEASE) THANK YOU AGAIN BONNIE! ILYSM!
Okay, I’m not a fan of full-on cheating stories, so I toned it down a little. Also, I’m not very forgiving of it. I hope you like where I took it tho!
(A/N: Okay, so no-one actually requested this, but I saw this prompt, and I just thought it was a really cute idea so I wanted to write this cx Ah, please do tell me what you thought!! I really would like feedback!!)
Your hand rested on the steering wheel, your hair billowing into your face as wind blew in from the open sunroof of the car. You sighed, attempting to push your hair away from your mouth with your free hand, only for it to fly back into your face again, causing you to throw your hand up in frustration. Quiet music reverberated through the vehicle, and you gently bobbed your head along to the beat, a hum coming from your lips. Quickly glancing at the face of your watch, you groaned; two in the morning and you were still making your way home.
The road was eerily quiet, no other car in sight as you rolled past small shops, houses, nearing a small police station. Trees lined each side of the street, almost creating a natural canopy of lush green leaves above you, your mouth opening slightly in awe as you glanced up through the open sunroof. A leaf fluttered down from above, falling on your head, and you shook your head with a smile, plucking it off your head. It was followed by yet another leaf, and another, and you looked up with a puzzled expression, a rustling in the branches directly above you.
“Hm…?” You cocked your head slightly, glancing back at the road ahead of you cautiously, the rustling becoming increasingly louder, as something tumbled out of the branches. Something small and furry. Something that fell directly through the exposed sunroof, landing on your shoulder and frantically scrambling around. You screamed as the squirrel madly scratched at your face, tugging on your hair and running down your arm. Flailing around in fright, the car swerved off violently to the side of the road, as you drove straight into a pole, your head snapping backwards slightly. The car finally came to a halt, the front indented, and you fumbled for the handle, attempting to escape the rabid creature in your car.
You had crashed directly in front of the passing police station, and at the sound of the impact, a young police officer emerged from the building, looking at the car curiously, squinting as he noticed you falling out of the now open door. He approached the vehicle, crouching down beside you and offering you his hand, his smile resembling that of a bunny. You gingerly accepted the help, and he pulled you up, looking you up and down with a curious expression. You simply stared at him blankly, suddenly conscious of your ruffled appearance as this handsome man stood in front of you with an expectant expression, his hair a dark shade of… purple?
“What happened here, Miss…?” He inquired, still looking at you with that cute grin, his eyes sparkling almost mischievously.
“Ah, it’s (Y/N)…” You stuttered, enraptured by his handsome features, your eyes lingering a bit too long as you admired how his uniform fitted his body, as he peered over at your car, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw the squirrel still darting around. Following his gaze, you shuddered, stepping away from the car, shaking your head with your hands up.
“I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole, and..” You rambled, frantically gesturing with your hands, your eyes wide with shock. The police officer stared at you with disbelief, his fist held to his mouth as he tried his best to stay professional and suppress his laughter, but he couldn’t help but chuckle, causing you to stop and stare, annoyed as you put your hands on your hips.
“Would you please stop laughing you’re a cop, you’re supposed to be helping.” You pursed your lips - and yet you couldn’t really be annoyed as you realised how absurd you sounded - the officer throwing up his hands in apology, charming smile ever present on his face.
“I’m sorry, Miss (Y/N), I hope you weren’t injured?” He looked you up and down in concern, and you felt your heart flutter ever so slightly as his eyes softened. You snapped out of your trance, clearing your throat and glancing over at your car, the squirrel finally perking up and scrambling out of the car, and back to the trees. You finally sighed in relief, the officer looking at you with amusement, his head cocking to the side slightly - it wasn’t everyday that a cute girl happened to crash on the doorstep of the police station.
“Miss? Do you happen to need a ride home, seeing as your car is… well,” he gestured over to your car pressed up against the lamppost, a small indent in the bonnet of the car.
You visibly perked up at his suggestion, before realising how overly eager you looked and clearing your throat, attempting to act casual about the matter. Never mind the fact that a cute police officer is offering to take you home, no big deal, you tried to convince yourself.
“I mean, sure, I guess…” You said, looking down at your hand, tilting your head to the side as you looked back up at him, the amused expression still on his face, as he began walking over to a police car parked in the corner.
“It’s Jungkook by the way,” the officer called out, flashing a grin at you as he opened the passenger door for you courteously, and you felt a dusty pink rising up onto your cheeks at his gaze. Jungkook. So that was the name of this handsome officer.
“Miss?” He called out once again, this time with a stern tone, causing you to freeze halfway through climbing into the police car. You glanced up at him cautiously, his expression now stoic and stern, leaving you wondering what you had done this time around. I always have to mess stuff up, you thought, mentally sighing as you had ruined your chances once again.
“I’ve just realised that you’ve broken the law, Miss.” He crossed his arms over his firm chest, and you felt panic rise up in your chest, your eyes widening in shock. You opened your mouth to speak, but you noticed a smirk spreading onto his face, his eyebrows raised playfully, as he said, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to be that cute?”
You groaned at the lame pick up line, and yet you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips, your heart thudding against your chest in pure relief, and possible admiration. “Who knew police officers could be so lame?” You muttered, and Jungkook climbed into the driver’s seat, spinning around in his seat as he just about caught your comment.
“Excuse me, Miss (Y/N)? I think I might just have to arrest you for that comment,” he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with playfulness, and you felt butterflies fluttering around in your chest, threatening to burst out.
“I mean… I’d let you arrest me anyday, but…” You coughed, as Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, shaking his head with a laugh. “Someone found their confidence, huh?” He retaliated, his heart swelling at your sudden flirtation attempt.
You giggled, and Jungkook turned back around in his seat, starting up the car and reversing out of the drive, one hand on the wheel as you drove down the street. You directed him to where he should drop you off, your hand accidentally brushing against his muscular arm as you pointed forwards, causing you to blush even more. You were grateful for the fact that he didn’t question why you were still making your way home at this ungodly hour, and instead you exchanged playful banter the whole journey back, the sound of laughter filling the vehicle.
You finally reached your destination, and you pouted slightly as Jungkook parked the car, realising that meant you would have to go. You didn’t know if you were going to see him again, although your heart was desperately leaping in your chest, as he grinned charmingly again. You were about to climb out of the car, before Jungkook called you back, the butterflies in your chest becoming even more frantic.
“I, uh, am going to require your phone number… for, um, returning your car purposes…” A adorable shyness overcame Jungkook, and you resisted the urge to coo at him, instead giggling, taking his notepad from his pocket and jotting down your number for him.
“Returning my car purposes, huh?” You teased, throwing your head back in a laugh as you handed back his notepad, and he chuckled. In that moment, your eyes lighting up in joy, the sound of your laugh so sweet and genuine, he truly hoped your paths would cross again - the fleeting hope that another squirrel would fall into your car again, and he looked down with a smile.
“Uh, thank you for the ride, Jungkook,” you said, stepping out of the car, and bending down to look through the door with a sweet smile. “I appreciate it.”
“No problem, Miss,” he responded lightly, his heart still fluttering in his chest.
“Do we have to with the “Miss”? It’s so overly formal, just call me (Y/N),” you chuckled, and Jungkook shook his head with a smile.
“(Y/N) it is then.” He nodded, still admiring how genuinely happy you looked, and you waved, walking away with a spring in your step.
“Ah… how adorable.” He rested his chin on the steering wheel, his lips curled up in a smile, as he glanced down at the number you had written down, signing your name off with a little heart. That day he returned home with an uplifted mood, hoping your paths would cross again.
Keeping a relationship a secret is a good idea, right?
No, not at all.
to see you tonight, baby.’
I read Dan’s
text message with a huge smile as I stood in front of my closet, trying to figure
out what to wear. There were so many options and at the same time there were none.
Dan and I
had been dating-ish for two months now without telling anybody. We were afraid
of how people would react since nobody would have ever expected us two to get
together. We wanted to be sure about this before we told somebody else.
It was a
Friday night and Dan’s friends were throwing a party. He invited me to come
with him, not as his date though. I was worried about who to talk to tonight since
none of my close friends were going and I also didn’t know about how to interact with Dan in
I had to
park my car a little further away from the house where the party was held at because
all of the good parking spots were taken already, signalizing that a lot of
As I walked
into the big house so late that Dan must have arrived an hour ago, I
immediately spotted him drinking beer with his friends. They were joking about something
and laughing out loud from time to time. Since Dan and his friends were by far
the most popular and attractive guys in our town a lot of females were
surrounding them, trying to start a conversation.
I had to
stop myself from smiling at Dan who noticed me the second I walked into the
room. He was clearly checking me out in my dress that wasn’t too fancy but he
seemed to like it anyway. I also had to stop myself from telling those girls to
back off my boyfriend.
bodies were dancing to music that was shitty and way too loud. There was
alcohol everywhere and people were flirting with strangers while getting drunk.
A typical teenager party therefore. Some people just live for weekends like
I talked to
a few girls that I knew from school. They were updating me on all the recent
gossip since I wasn’t good with stuff like that. I never hung out with the ‘cool
and scandalous kids’.
Tiffany tell her friends at school today that she wants to get with Dan
tonight.” Jessica, one of the girls I had chemistry class with told me under
her breath. I nearly chocked on my drink at her words.
“Dan as in
Dan Howell?” I asked her, gritting my teeth while trying to not sound too
Dan is there?” She wanted to know, indirectly answering my question.
Popular was after my guy not knowing that he was already taken. By me!
Truth or Dare” Somebody shouted in between two songs. The response was quite
diverse. Some people seemed to really hate the game while others seemed to love
play.” Jessica excitedly exclaimed, grabbed my arm and dragged me along with
don’t wan-“ I was in the middle of saying as she made me sit down on the floor
where everybody who was playing was already gathered in a circle.
suddenly landed on Dan who was sat right opposite me. He didn’t look that
comfortable either and I could clearly hear his friend Jason tell him “I bet it
will be fun, don’t be so boring!”
There was a
little twinkle in Dan’s eyes as he saw me and he raised his eyebrow surprised to
see me here. He was looking as handsome as ever. His hair was a little bit
curly and he was wearing the black leather jacket that I loved so much on him.
A guy I had
never seen around before started spinning an empty glass bottle and it landed
right on Jason, making Dan smirk.
Dare” the guy asked Jason. He obviously said ‘Dare’ since he was an outgoing
guy and up for almost any challenge.
“I dare you
to knock on the neighbour’s door in just your underwear and ask him if you can
borrow a jar of peanut butter.”
fuck, mate?!” Jason shouted as everybody laughed and some girls giggled.
wrong with you?” he asked the guy who dared him to do this as he started to
take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.
started to whistle as Jason walked to the door and opened it wearing nothing
but his boxers.
freezing outside!” he complained as he wrapped his arms around his own body for
warmth, shielding his nipples from the cold air of the night.
ran across the street, as he saw that no car was in sight. The neighbour, a 50
year old man, was not too pleased to see Jason.
to call the cops, you dumb pack of teenagers!” he shouted after Jason as he
sprinted back into the house after he was obviously denied some peanut butter.
laughing our butts off while Jason’s cheeks were bright red from running and
“It will be
fun, right?” Dan asked Jason, making me giggle.
continued playing and after a few rounds the bottle still hadn’t landed on me
or Dan. One of Tiffany’s friends was just dared by a guy to take her shirt off was now spinning the bottle in a pink Victoria Secrets bra.
It landed on
the devil herself, Tiffany.
said and I already had a weird feeling in my stomach region.
“I dare you
to kiss Dan for at least 10 seconds.”
hung open as I tried to suppress a gasp.
seductively smirking at my boyfriend whose eyes had grown wide in shock. He was
taking a quick glance at me. His face spoke of panic as Tiffany said, “A dare
is a dare, right?”
With that being
said she pressed her lips onto my boyfriend’s, making my heart sink. And those
10 seconds were the hardest 10 seconds of my life.
hard although my mouth was completely dry
looking away, but I couldn’t
started to boil as I watched Tiffany eagerly kiss my boyfriend
grew bright red as anger filled every inch of my body
I wanted to
rip my heart out just so it wouldn’t hurt that much
I wanted to
yell for them to stop but I had to sit here in silence
started to shake with anger as they were clenched into fists
My eyes got
watery and the first tears were about to spill
to get up and leave, not being able to bear this anymore
Tiffany off his body right before I could get up to leave.
“Y/N is my girlfriend!” he shouted and all eyes suddenly
landed on me.
Summary: You’re essentially Buffy Summers, a young girl fighting vampires and other supernatural beings. You’re dragged out to a club on your night off by your friend, Margaret, when you run into two vampires.
Fake flower petals rubbed between your fingers in the center of the booth at Pop’s. The staff decorated it special for Valentine’s Day. Jughead’s fingertips tapped rapidly against the keys of his laptop, face illuminated by the screen slowly filling with words of a novel.
You ordered for everyone, and eventually five milkshakes arrived at the table. You thanked Pop with a small smile.
“You’re spending your date night on your laptop?” Pop asked the avid typer. He got a soft ‘hmpf’ in reply. You rolled your eyes and nudged his screen. Jughead snapped to attention and thanked Pop before the man turned away.
“Not a date.” He muttered.
“Sort of a date.” You corrected.
“Not a date.”
“Seriously, Juggy, are you going to be authoring all night?” You wiggled your fingers at the back of the laptop, probably unseen by the boy in front of you. Jughead spared a glance at you. His fingers took a long-needed pause and grabbed his milkshake from the center of the table.
“Just until Archie and Betty get here.” He stated.
“And Veronica.” Jughead nodded. You sat back against the cushioned booth, aware of all the other couples around you that afternoon. Way more than usual. Your boyfriend was paying more attention to his novel, but you barely minded when Archie, Veronica, and Betty shuffled in the restaurant. You assumed your normal positions with Archie and Betty forcing Jughead into the wall and Veronica sliding in next to you.
“So this is how you guys celebrate Valentine’s Day here?” Veronica asked.
“This is how we spend every day here.” Jughead said off-hand. You smiled at Veronica in apology, but she didn’t seem to care about the comment. Veronica sipped at her milkshake and hummed pleasantly.
“Oh!” Betty suddenly turned her attention to her backpack, fiddling with something inside before pulling out two gorgeous roses; one pink and one violet. She handed them across the table to you and Veronica. The both of you smiled brightly.
“These are gorgeous! Jughead, aren’t they gorgeous?” Veronica asked pointedly at your boyfriend, who was still typing away. You groaned and pushed his laptop closed. He shot a glare at you, but his expression softened once you hooked a finger around one of his.
“I know you hate this holiday, but that was before you had me, Juggy. Be a dear?” You pleaded, tapping your thumb against the side of his hand as you waited for a reply. Jughead colored ever so slightly and put his laptop to the side. With his free hand he slid his milkshake over and downed what was easily half of the contents.
“There. I’m being a dear.”
The night passed on quick. Even for a weeknight, the diner was busy as ever up until closing time. You threw your arm around Jughead in a show of drama as the five of you walked out of the restaurant under the street lamps.
“You sure you don’t want a ride home?” Archie asked.
“We’re alright, Arch. See you in the morning!” You waved as the three of your friends drove off for the night, leaving you to walk home with Jughead. Your boyfriend was quiet until their car was out of sight.
“And then there were two.” He tossed his head back and mirrored you by hanging his thumb from the back of your belt loop. “Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything for Valentine’s Day. I know you’re mad at me but–”
“Juggy, I’m not mad!” You grinned, squeezing him tighter to you. “I didn’t like Valentine’s Day either until this year alone. Just because of you do I know I can suffer through this insufferable holiday.” You jested.
Jughead let his head drop forward with a genuine smile. “I still think I should make it up to you. Any ideas?”
“You could always kiss me.” You said airily. Jughead stopped the pair of directly under a street lamp and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled half way through and rested your hands on his shoulders. A few brilliant moments passed with his soft lips on yours before you pulled away from each other. You both let out tiny laughs and linked your hands together. They swung between the two of you.
“Hey…uh…We could always crash at my place and watch horror movies like we usually do on weekends…” Jughead suggested. You shook your head.
“It’s not the weekend, Juggy. Besides, my parents would kill me if I wasn’t home by ten.”
Jughead frowned, but an idea sprung forward as soon as he did. “But…I’m sure if you found your way into my room after my parents are asleep, we can try to be quiet when the human centipede jumps out at us.” You hinted.
Jughead looked you in the eye then. “Sounds like a date.”
“I’ll see you around eleven?”
“Eleven it is.”
You left Jughead at the end of the sidewalk to your house, watching to make sure you got in safely. And once eleven hit, the tell-tale knock on your window had you sprinting to the other side of your room to let Jughead in. With him he had a small box of chocolate. He offered it to you with a shy smile and you tugged him into another deep kiss.
“Come on, let’s get this horror movie night going.”
Never again would you spend Valentine’s Day alone. Not when you had Jughead Jones with you for the foreseeable future.
Midlife crisis much? When the owner of this collection
turned 50, he gave himself 50 classic cars of the 1950’s as a birthday treat.
He parked all of those cars in the woods that surround his home to let them
wither away there… “I can’t help it, I have a morbid interest”, he says
cheerfully. Among the cars are such classic beauties as a Plymouth Savoy
(1954), a Buick Special Dynaflow, a Citroën Traction Avant, a BMW 340, a
Borgward Hansa 1500, a Mercedes Benz 170S (all from 1950), but also a
Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith and a Jaguar XK120. With the latter he won a grand
prix in the 1980’s… He bought all of the cars around the same period in 2000.
Some of them had already been restored completely, such as the Buick. To hasten
the decaying process, he even smeared yogurt on the cars. The yogurt ferments
corroded the paint and the metal of the cars faster. While lovers of vintage
cars shudder at the sight of this neglected collection; urban explorers have a
Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2,277
Warnings: alcohol, language (maybe)
A/N: you have all been AMAZING. i have gotten such good reception. so here is part 2. this part is a bit longer, but we’re getting into the thick of it all. enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts.
You glanced down at the clock on your computer to see 6:20 on the toolbar. You supposed it was time to throw in the towel for the day. And it seemed so did Sarah. She knocked on your office door and poked her head in.
“Anything else you need from me before I head home?” She asked. You could tell she was hopeful.
“Have plans?” You laughed softly, rising from your desk and opening a small filing cabinet near the window. You always kept a spare change of clothes there, you never knew what could happen during the day. You pulled out a more casual pink tank top that would pair perfectly with the white, flower print skirt you were already wearing. “Does this look okay?” You held it up to your chest, almost modeling it for her. “I have a dinner date, with an old friend.”
“Is this friend male?” She wiggled her eyebrows, smiling at you.
The fourth time Ronan hugs Adam, neither of them know it will probably be a while till it happens again.
Ronan lies on Adam’s small bed in his new dorm room. He’d promptly thrown himself onto it, with a heavy sigh, after putting on Adam’s new bed sheets for him. Adam’s roommate would not be arriving until the next day so Adam would have the room to himself for the night. Now, Adam can feel Ronan’s eyes on his back as he places the last of his clothes in his new tiny wardrobe. He smiles to himself picturing the other boy’s expression - brows furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed, gaze intense as he studies Adam’s movements. Classic, Lynch.
He turns to look at Ronan over his shoulder and his smile widens at the thought of him being so attuned to Ronan’s expressions. He picks his way through the empty storage boxes they’d used to carry his things up scattered over the floor, and sits himself on the edge of the bed next to Ronan. Ronan’s expression softens, and Adam is once again struck by how Ronan is always able to ease the sharp and savagely handsome lines in his face into more smoother edges when he looks at him. He wonder’s what his face looks like when he looks at Ronan. He doubts his gaze is able to convey the way his heart races with some unknown force whenever he looks at Ronan (really looks at him). Or the way his mind clears and settles when he’s touching him - like the way his hip is pressed against Ronan’s right now.
Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
streets of New York seemed so empty, so gloomy and definitely not comfortable
walking through. In the corner you could hear the faint sound of cars driving
but so far on the road not a single car was in sight.
The only source
of lights was the many ones from the building above. If you looked up you were
able to spot a few people in the windows despite the time being in the middle
of A.M. A woman standing in front of a stove, a pair on the floor above
watching TV on the couch and if you looked to the left you could tell someone
was about to go to bed.
like these you would be in the stage of overthinking about everything but, it
seemed so empty. You could tell that you were still drunk, your head was
spinning heavily and your feet were so sore to the point of forming blisters.
were still so determined to walk home on your own.
An: i put this on wattpad but i wasn’t getting teh views so it came to tumblr woo
Jerome Valeska x reader
The high school that was in Gotham(which had the original name of Gotham High), had a football tournament with a neighbouring school.
(Y/N) wasn’t exactly what you’d call ‘athletic’, she didn’t participate in any sort of sports clubs of any kind. But she had a keen eye for journalism. She did help to run the school’s newspapers and, every year, she, with along a couple other people, designed the yearbooks and other offical stuff like that.
(Y/N) was frequently asked by the head of year to go along to one of the matches to really get a detailed overview of what happened. She never did, because she figured she could ask her friend, Angie, who was a star cheerleader, what went down. But sometimes Angie wasn’t very reliable. So she eventually decided to tag along to a game.
“(Y/N), wanna come sit with us on the bus?” Angie asked as her and the football team started to board the iconic yellow school bus. (Y/N) shook her head.
“Thanks, but i need to catch up on some homework. Gotta have some peace and quiet.” She said while pointing to her dark red backpack.
Angie looked a little disappointed, but flipped her beach blonde hair back and gave Julia a little smile.
“Ok, see ya around. Can’t wait for you to see my amazing cheerleading skills!” She joked.
“Yes, yes Angie, i’ll write something about the cheerleaders.” She assured her friend.
“And i’ll comment on how excellent your kicks are.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes while smiling.
“Thanks boo!” Angie nuzzled (Y/N) into a hug, (Y/N) looking a little surprised, but patted her back gently. Angie then hopped into the bus to sit with the other cheerleaders.
(Y/N) was just about to walk in as well until the footballers of the school shoved pass her, almost knocking her over. She grumbled, pondering whether to make a big deal out of it, but decided against it.
She plodded to the back of the bus, and slumped in the uncomfortable chair, sighing, and then pulling out a green textbook.
(Y/N) was so caught up in her work that she couldn’t notice the bus being hijacked by the recently let out psychopaths. To be fair, her black beats headphones blasted music in her ear to the maximum, which probably wasn’t very smart.
Just as she was about to write the word ‘the’, the book was yanked from her hands and thrown randomly, hitting the head of one of the team.
She abruptly looked up, to be met with an unexpected view.
One of the murderous psychos that was busted out of Arkham Asylum.
He was a redhead, around the age of (Y/N) , and green/blue eyes, the same ones staring at her paired with a sinister smile.
(An: you’re around 17 in this story sorry not sorry)
Jerome was scarily close; you could see the freckles dotted around his cheeks.
‘Gingers’, she thought rudely.
“Well that’s just unfortunate, you missed out on the big show.” He mumbled eerily. (Y/N) couldn’t comprehend what he was saying; she paid more attention to the fact that she could probably die. Sweat fell down her forehead in pearls.
His smile then changed into a frown, and his eyebrows arched. Jerome then got up from his crouched position and threw his hands back.
“What, are you not gonna say anything? Come on,” he growled, glaring at her like she was a piece of meat,“speak, i dare you.”
(Y/N) was doing that thing where her throat was spasming, barely being able to breathe. She could almost cry. The way he saw death as if it was nothing. Sickening even.
Jerome was starting to get impatient, tapping the tops of the crappy chairs with his fingers, slapping his thighs in a rhythmic way, running a hand through his gelled hair.
“You’re boring. I think i’m just gonna kill you.” He said lightheartedly while pulling out his pistol.
(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock and she almost screamed “Wait!” To which Jerome had her at gunpoint, with a scowl.
It was just then she realised all the cheerleaders and footballers that were handcuffed to the seats with duct tape on their mouths, soaked in gasoline, but with interest in their eyes, were looking at them.
How the hell did she miss getting covered in gasoline? And why was she still intact? That’s what she’d ask Jerome, even if it did kill her.
“Uh… Um, h-how come e-veryone is handcuffed a-and,” she paused to regain her composure, “has duct tape over their mouths, but i’m fine?” She breathed heavily. Like getting your exam results back.
He smiled a coy smile. Not exactly what she expected. He relaxed his eyebrows, which sent an all-clear sign to (Y/N). He loosened his grip on the pistol.
Jerome was about to reply, but then the distinctive sound of police sirens rose as cop cars came into sight on the right. He groaned and muttered in annoyance. But a glint of a good idea sparkled through his eyes.
He looked back at (Y/N), grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat, “who knows? You’re coming with me.” He demanded.
(Y/N) shook her head skittishly but he grabbed her arm and dragged her along.
Before she was out of the bus she caught a glimpse of her friend Angie, in the same state as the rest of the people on that bus. (Y/N) saw the worry that filled her eyes.
As soon as she was out of the bus, the sound of a gun cocking was heard and the feeling of a cool gun was harsh on her temple.
She felt a presence behind her grip her by the shoulders and her back touching a chest, which she could only assume it was Jerome’s.
(Y/N) could feel his breathing on her neck. ‘Oh, so he is alive. Thought he was a vampire or something.’
“He looks like a male prostitute, what with his suit having black fabric around his crotch looking like a thong.” (Y/N) spoke aloud, without realising.
“Excuse me?” Jerome pulled her hair to bend her head to the side more and aimed the pistol by her neck. He was even closer than before. (Y/N) cursed.
“Did i s-say that out loud?” She squeaked at him, to which he nodded slowly, smirking. She gulped, looking ahead to see GCPD cars.
No surprise that the men that stepped out of the central car were Detectives Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock. They displayed a look of determination while ironically walking uncertainly.
Harvey nudged Jim and he said something inaudible for the Maniax and (Y/N) to him. Jim nodded. And Jim looked to the little fiasco with steady hands.
“Jerome, release the hostage and the bus now. If you all willingly do so, we can arrange to shorten all of your stays at Arkham. We’re only telling you this once.” He offered to the Maniax, Jerome scowling.
He shuffled around a bit which made (Y/N)’s position more unbearably painful than before. It had now come that he had his right arm clutched tightly around her, his nails digging into her forearm. The pistol was still pointed at her neck though.
“By how much?” Jerome asked with a sharp intake of breath before. (Y/N)’s face grew flustered, but she couldn’t pinpoint the reason why.
It wasn’t because she thought he was attractive, did she? No!
He was a murderous, crazy ginger. That isn’t the best combination that a girl could want.
But, he had charisma and charm. That’s what any girl would want.
“I’m sorry?” Harvey yelled because there was a distance between the sides.
Jerome lowered his head and glared daggers.
“I said, by how much!” He shouted at them. She could feel the tension growing. (Y/N) was almost certain that some people were going to die today. She felt tears brimming at the thought of possible events.
Jim Gordon stared at them for a bit, then quickly conversed with Harvey before looking back. Harvey stopped him and pushed him gently to the car because he knew that someone was going to fire a gun.
He eventually yelled, “six months!” (Y/N) knew that wouldn’t have been satisfactory for Jerome, or the rest of the Maniax for that matter.
“Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Are you kidding me? Six months off a life sentence? Ha!” He bawled, the other three escapees joining in, “you’re a joker, Jimbo! Boys?” He looked to them again, halting their chuckles,
“Shoot to kill” he orders, and they fire their guns. Jim and Harvey sprint to opposite sides.
As (Y/N) witnessed the shattering of a car window, and the outing of a nameless cop, she couldn’t bear the situation, couldn’t bear the pistol by her jugular, couldn’t bear the firm arm wrapped around her.
And she lost it.
She started to sob and wail and bawl and cry, and Jerome stopped chuckling and gazed at her.
“Hey, what’s wrong (Y/N)?” He asked. If she hadn’t been crying, she would’ve realised that he used her name, even though he never asked.
“J-just leave me be! I want to go home! I don’t want to die!” She choked out.
He slowly took away the pistol from her neck and pulled her back to the doors of the coach. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her sincerely.
“Hey, don’t cry now. Life’s a joke and i’m the jester. It doesn’t help to be down all the time. Lighten up!” He groveled while (Y/N) just stared at the ground.
He looked out into the distance in frustration. 'It was going to take a bit more effort to calm down a wailing woman’ he thought.
And thought. He didn’t quite mind her, even if she was a little nervous.
Jerome did admire how her flowing ink black hair contrasted with the depth of (Y/N)’s forest-y green eyes. Maybe if she would smile like he did she’d look out-of-this-world pretty. He came up with an idea.
(An: and you have black hair and green eyes as well. It’s because i actually made a person but tumblr prefers to be the person :3)
“Hey!” He exclaimed while moving his hands to her upper arms, “why don’t you help me set your school bus in a flame? It could look real gorgeous.” Jerome added.
(Y/N) stared at him in horror. She could never do such a thing. Burning her friend alight. It was unmentionable, disgraceful, prepost-
'It sounds kinda awesome.’ She inwardly thought.
“No! I can’t and i won’t. Im not a killer!” She told Jerome and herself.
“Suit yourself. But you’re still my hostage, so you can come and watch.” He told her as he dragged her again by the forearm to a little corner where the trail of gasoline started.
He pulled a lighter out of his back pocket, smirking in her direction, and ignited it.
Well he tried.
It was out of fuel.
“Ugh, this is embarassing. Anyone got a light?” He called to the rest of the team. And one of them ran up to him eagerly.
He looked harmless, but (Y/N) knew that he was anything but that. He was just shooting the cops.
He passed Jerome a ready lighter.
She glued her eyes to the flame; when it sparked out of the lighter, when it reacted to the gasoline, making a jaggedy line slowly leading to the bus where Angie and the team were trapped.
She saw how Jim Gordon sprinted to the bus.
Jerome threw the lighter to the side, and took her hand.
“We’re going!” He said excitedly, rushing to the van he came in, she assumed.
“But-but I can’t leave! My friend’s in there!” She cried to Jerome as she was pushed in the seat of the van.
He merely slammed the door in her pleading face. She tried to escape but he had thought one step ahead and locked the car until he could get in. She bashed the door helplessly.
“Wow, you should maybe put your seatbelt on. Wouldn’t want to break your beautiful face, would we?” He climbed in while she rested her head on the door.
“Didn’t even let me finish my homework.” She spat at him.
He cackled loudly and placed a kiss on her cheek as she sat back up.
And she blushed.
An: Yeah it’s not very fluffy or smutty sorry. I just felt like a retake if somebody was there that Jerome fancied.