cause he gets distracted by guns

Eminem ethered Donald Trump and allll the racists at the Hip Hop Awards, y’all.

This the calm before the storm right here Wait, how was I gonna start this off? I forgot Oh, yeah: That’s an awfully hot coffee pot. Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Probably not But that’s all I got ‘til I come up with a solid plot.

Got a plan, and now I gotta hatch it.. Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk I'ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan and say a prayer that every time Donald talks she gets a mop–ahh, I'ma stop. 

But we better give Obama props.. 'Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze that’ll probably cause a nuclear holocaust.. And while the drama pops and he waits for shit to quiet down he’ll just gas his plane up and fly around 'til the bombing stops. Intensities heightened, tensions are rising.. Trump, when it comes to giving a shit, you’re stingy as I am. Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide 'em.. 'Cause you don’t got the fucking nuts like an empty asylum.

Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for 'cause that’s how he gets his fucking rocks off and he’s orange.. Yeah, sick tan, that’s why he wants us to disband.. 'Cause he can not withstand the fact we’re not afraid of Trump.. Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp.. That’s why he keeps screamin’, “Drain the swamp” 'Cause he’s in quicksand.

It’s like we take a step forwards, then backwards.. But this is his form of distraction.. Plus, he gets an enormous reaction when he attacks the NFL so we focus on that Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada.. All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather cause a Twitter storm with the Packers. Then says he wants to lower our taxes.. Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions? 

Same shit that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered.. Then does it more.

 From his endorsement of Bannon. Support from the Klansmen. Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black and comes home from Iraq and is still told to go back to Africa. Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors.

Now, if you’re a black athlete You’re a spoiled little brat for tryna use your platform or your stature.. To try to give those a voice who don’t have one.. He says, “You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards”.. Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered.. 'Cause to him, you’re zeros.. 'Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured.. That’s not disrespecting the military.

Fuck that, this is for Colin, ball up a fist.. And keep that shit balled like Donald the bitch. “He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants” “He’s gonna build that thing up taller than this” Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks. 'Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks. 'Cause I’m throwing that piece of shit against the wall 'til it sticks.

And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his I’m drawing, in the sand, a line. You’re either for or against. And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split.. On who you should stand beside I’ll do it for you with this: “Fuck you!” The rest of America stand up. We love our military, and we love our country. But we fucking hate Trump.

Rescue Me

Part One of Three

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2965

Warnings: Swearing, tension, attempted abduction, Bucky on a motorcycle. Eventual Smut.

A/N: I wrote this for my friend/soulmate/person, Nikki. I wasn’t going to post it, but she loved it so much and wanted me to share it! Part Two will be posted in a few days, and part three a few days after that! Tag lists are open!



You knew you should have stayed home today.

You looked up at the man who was pressed against you but it was too dark in the utility closet he had pulled you into.

He was looking out of the crack in the door at the thousands of people milling around the airport. The sliver of light bisected his face showing a black baseball cap, scruff along a hard-set jaw and black shirt.

Your back was against the wall and most of his hard body was pressed along yours. When you moved your head to try and see around him, your cheek brushed against his shoulder. You could feel the warmth radiating off him where his chest was mashed against yours.

You kept waiting on the panic to set in. A strange man had come out of nowhere and grabbed your arm. He told you to, “Play along,” as he hauled you along with him. Next thing you knew, he had opened a door and pushed you through it. Once you were inside, he had bent low and told you that he, “Wasn’t going to hurt to you, and will explain in a minute.” You had only caught a glimpse of him, but you were pretty sure you saw the light glint off a metal arm.

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years & years - (5)

warnings: violence, death, guns.

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the gun is being held in a shaky hand. from down the corridor, tyler’s voice breaks as he yells at courtney crimson, justin foley, and sheri holland.

‘you made me terrified of walking into school every day! now, you get to feel what i do!’

courtney’s face is stained with tears, justin pushing both girls back and holding his arms up to form a human shield. he pleads with tyler, tries to be a voice of reason. it only infuriates the boy with the gun, who screams at him to shut up.

monty’s hand tightens in yours, his breath heavy. 'we need to go,’ he whispers urgently, trying to tug you away and towards the back door. you resist, clutching at his arm, 'we can’t just leave them!’
montgomery lets out a shuddery breath, and looks down toward the scene unfolding. justin inches ever closer to tyler, who insists he step back.

'you won’t do it, tyler,’ the basketball player says calmly, approaching him slowly. tyler shoves the gun in his face. 'i will! i will!’

'what can we do?’ montgomery presses, once more trying to lead you away. 'i don’t know!’ you hiss, desperately. 'maybe i can talk him down?’ montgomery’s face hardens.

'no. no way. stop- no, get back!’ but he’s too late. breaking from his hold, your feet carry you down and your voice somehow holds steady as you call out to tyler. he spins and points the gun at you, causing you to freeze. in the moment of distraction, courtney and sheri try to run. hearing their footsteps, tyler turns again and aims - bang!

the bullet hits courtney in the back of the skull, and she drops to the floor with a dull thud. sheri screams, and you cover your mouth with both hands, sour bile rising like a tidal wave in your throat. tyler lets out a sob - and turns back to you.

'stop it, tyler. you have to stop this, it’s not too late…’ the boy shakes his head, curly hair swinging loosely, his eyes a storm of fear and rage. he replies with one simple instruction.

'move.’

it takes a moment to understand what he’s asking of you. when you look over your shoulder you remember that montgomery is behind you, face a careful, blank mask. the breath catches in your throat - montgomery has bullied tyler for so many years. of course he’d be a target, of course he wants revenge. swallowing thickly, you shake your head.

'no, tyler. i’m not moving.’

'do it!’ he sounds so unhinged, broken, like his mind finally snapped. sheri’s sobs provide the soundtrack to the tensest moment of your life. over tyler’s shoulder, you notice justin taking the tiniest of steps forward, trying to sneak up on him without noticing.

'c'mon, just, just put the gun down, tyler, we can talk about this, okay? we can talk, just me and you, nobody else.’ you desperately try to keep hold of his attention, to buy justin some time.

'hasn’t there been enough pain and death here already?’ you ask, soft, aching, thinking of jeff, of hannah baker, of alex.

'they have to pay for what they did to me,’ tyler insists through a mouth full of glass, pain, no, pure agony embedded in every word.

'not like this,’ you tell him, gently, 'not like this.’

tyler lets out a sob, covering his eyes with his free hand - then lets out a shocked yelp when justin’s arm winds around his neck. a solid force slams you to the ground as a shot goes off, and the sounds of struggling fades into nothing as you lie, face down on the floor. montgomery’s heartbeat is harsh and sped-up against your back, but that fades too, as does his warmth and weight pinning you down.

exhaustion crashes down on you like a sudden fall of snow, not in flakes but a giant heap of it off a roof. it buries you in ice-cold numbness, leaves you breathless and frozen to the spot. even as montgomery tries to pull you up, your limbs feel dead and stay limp. for that one moment, you feel yourself giving up, and it’s in that same moment you wish, terrifyingly, that the final shot tyler had fired, had hit you.

**

every news channel reports what happened. on your couch at home, your father next to you, the images roll across the screen. tyler, led away in handcuffs, justin being taken away in an ambulance, a bullet just hitting his thigh. the names of the dead are revealed - there was two more than courtney. principal bolan, and ryan shaver.

you try to make sense of that in your head - how did that make sense? it was the jocks who made tyler’s life a living hell. had he and ryan ever even spoken? maybe ryan was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

then again, you think, the same can be said for all of us.

eventually your father turns off the tv, believing it’s not healthy to watch it so soon after the trauma. he kisses your head and holds you close, but the numbness from earlier holds strong. it doesn’t start to thaw out until after midnight. your father gone to bed, you still sitting in the same spot on the sofa, your eyes boring holes into the dark tv screen. as feeling slowly returns, the impact of the past two months sets in. and all of a sudden, your chest is heaving with sobs, your hands tangling in your hair, pulling at it frustratedly. you cry, and you cry, and you cry.

you cry for hannah baker and the life she’ll never have. for alex standall who saw the barrel of a gun before he saw even the tiniest spark of hope. you cry for courtney crimsen, who will never get the chance to grow and become a better person. you cry for ryan shaver whose words will never escape the pages of a high-school magazine, and for tyler down, now and forever stained by the blood he spilled.

you cry for montgomery de la cruz and the rage that’s been eating at him for so long he’s almost empty; and you cry for yourself, for jeff atkins, for the love that has nowhere to go.

lastly, you cry for the boy who kicked down your sandcastle, for the girl who stood up to him, and you wonder where they went, and wishes those people had stayed who they were.

Olicity Fic Challenge 10: Nerf War

Prompt for @olicityficchallenge: picture of a Nerf gun left next to a note that says “Welcome home from work! Two things: 1) this gun with ammo is yours 2) I have one too and you’re under attack as of now.”

I am get behind on these. I have all but one of them written out though, just need to edit, so there will be more where this came from. Shortly. I am hoping to be caught up by tomorrow in time for the final prompt :)

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They were lying in wait.

That was Felicity’s over dramatic way of saying they were waiting for Oliver to get home. He’d been called away on mayoral business—she’d never get used to Oliver being the mayor—and had left Felicity alone… with William.

For the first time.

To say she’d been terrified when Oliver told her he needed to leave for a few hours, was the understatement of the year.

Felicity wasn’t a kid person. She liked kids, of course, but she’d never been around kids. She hadn’t had any siblings, or friends with kids. Baby Sara was different, because she was only two. She just sat there playing with her toys and loving everybody. But William was almost ten. He had thoughts and opinions, and she was terrified he was going to hate her. Or worse, that she would be uncomfortable around him the entire time.

Being uncomfortable around Oliver’s son was possibly the worst thing she could imagine. What if that meant she was just no good with kids? What if she felt just as uncomfortable when it was her and Oliver’s child?

Oliver was so good with William, like it was instinctual. Maybe it was, or maybe it was just practice from growing up with Thea. All Felicity knew was that something clicked in him around William and he became “good dad”, while Felicity always just felt like she was floundering. Maybe it was because her relationship with her mother had always been so different than most people’s or because her relationship with her father was practically nonexistent.

But no matter how awkward she felt around William, Felicity was never going to stop trying to connect with him. She couldn’t. He was Oliver’s, and she might not have liked the way she learned about William, but she liked the boy himself. He was a sweet kid, and he reminded her so much of Oliver sometimes. It always caught her off guard when he’d make a face or ask a question that just shouted “Oliver!” to her. But they hadn’t spent much time alone, maybe a minute or two here and there. And Felicity wasn’t sure how to handle a relationship with him.

So, when Oliver had left for work and William sat down on the couch, fiddling with his action figure, looking decidedly less happy than when his mom had dropped him off that morning, Felicity knew she had to do something. This was a bonding moment and she wasn’t going to waste it.

“Let’s go,” she’d said, gesturing for him to get his coat.

William jumped up immediately, walking to the door and putting on his tiny parka. “Where are we going?” he’d asked, zipping the jacket up.

“Um…” Felicity hadn’t planned that far ahead, unfortunately, but she had always been quick on her toes. “The toy store!”

William had given her a skeptical, but hopeful look. “For what?”

Felicity had knelt down beside the boy. “We could get a game,” she’d said. “Or something to keep us entertained until your dad comes home. Maybe we could…”

Felicity had trailed off, having remembered something she’d seen on the Internet.

“I know exactly what we can do,” she’d told him excitedly, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder and steering him towards the door as she let him in on her plan.

Now, the two of them were crouched behind the railing of the second story of the loft. Waiting.

“How long ago did he text?” William asked, neatly sorting the orange foam bullets into easy to reach piles beside them.

“Fifteen minutes,” Felicity said, pulling up Oliver’s GPS on her phone to check his location. She smiled when she saw that Oliver was already in the building. “You ready, over there?” she asked, and William nodded. “Good, because he’s here.”

William grinned and tugged the Nerf gun to his chest, finger already getting twitchy on the trigger.

“Not until I give the signal,” she reminded him as they heard the sound of Oliver’s key in the lock.

William nodded, oddly serious for a child about to unload a gun full of foamy bullets into his father.

“Felicity?” Oliver called as he entered the loft. From their hiding spot they could make out his back as he walked into the room. “William? You guys here?”

Felicity could see William cracking. His smile was huge—which tugged at a place inside Felicity that she’d never felt until that very moment—and he began to fidget.

“Not yet,” Felicity whispered as silently as possible. It did not surprise Felicity in the least that Oliver’s son was turning out to be just as impatient as the man himself. Like father, like son, she supposed.

But William got himself under control, just as Oliver turned to the kitchen and the note that they’d left for him there. Along with his very own Nerf gun.

She peaked through the glass of the railing, watching as he read the note. She could practically see him slip into Arrow mode when he realized what was about to happen.

The moment his hand reached for the gun, Felicity gave the signal, nodding her head at William, and together they both leaped to their feet, unleashing a hail of orange foam at Oliver’s back. Oliver spun around the moment he heard movement, but unlike Felicity and William, he only shot one Nerf bullet. It flew up, but bounced off the glass railing before it could hit either of them.

She could see him take in the dart’s path, studying the way the foamy projectile flew through the air and the angle at which he held the toy gun like it was life or death. Then he unloaded two more darts, all the while evading the spray of falling foam from his fiancé and son.

His first dart flew low, but straight, bouncing soundly off of William’s forehead. Felicity watched as the boy rubbed the spot between his eyes with a grumbled, “Ow!”

Something orange struck her glasses before she could even process that Oliver had somehow hit William squarely between the eyes with a foam dart, from at least fifteen feet away. Her surprise that Oliver had been able to do the exact same thing to her caused her to take a step back.

He was an amazing shot, but with foam projectiles? She was more than a little impressed. And surprisingly turned on.

Oliver used their surprise and distraction to bound up the stairs towards them. Without even slowing his pace, he scooped up William before the boy could reload his Nerf gun, his little legs trailing out behind him as Oliver spun him in a circle.

Felicity would never get over the look on Oliver’s face whenever he played with his son. Whether it was action figures or video games, or something as simple as spinning in a circle, Oliver was a great dad and he loved spending time with William. Felicity knew it for a fact, and it only made her love him all the more.

He met her eyes, placing William back on his feet, and leaned down towards her. “Thank you,” he whispered, emotion choking his voice.

Felicity shook her head. “You don’t have to thank me.”

Oliver leaned closer, his lips just inches from her’s when Felicity was suddenly being pelted by a barrage of darts. Oliver laughed, pulling her into his chest to protect her from his son’s sneak attack.

“There’s no kissing in war!” William exclaimed. “He’s the enemy, Felicity! You can’t kiss the enemy during a battle.”

Felicity laughed, throwing the kid a wink and backing up from Oliver. “He’s right,” she said, bending down to pick something up from the stash of weapons they’d bought at the toy store.

She stood, wielding a foam sword in front of her fiancé. She’d never handled a sword before, not for fighting purposes anyway, but she tried to mimic the technique she’d seen Oliver and Thea use.

Oliver laughed, blue eyes twinkling as he watched her. He raised an eyebrow when she stepped towards him, twirling the sword in her hand.

He raised his hands defensively and whispered, “Would you take it easy on me if I said you look incredibly hot right now?”

Felicity laughed, then tilted her head, giving him a contemplative look. “You know, I might… but I don’t think my partner is up for that kind of deal.”

Just then William jumped out from behind Oliver with a yell, Nerf sword in hand like he was in some sort of bad martial arts movie. He waved the toy back and forth like he was already in battle.

Oliver spotted a third sword on the ground and bent quickly to pick it up, taking a step away from the two of them. With the sword held out in front of him, he crooked his fingers at his son—going right along with the bad martial arts movie vibe William had going—challenging him to attack.

And William did.

Leaning back against the railing, Felicity watched Oliver duel his son in Nerf swords. As far as duels Oliver has participated in, this was the only one Felicity had ever felt the urge to document. She pulled her phone from her back pocket, pulling up her camera app and hitting record. She’d have to make sure Samantha got a copy of this.

William was trying to take Oliver down, and even with a foam sword, Oliver blocked him. Not every blow, but enough that it was a challenge for William. Then, with a surge forward, William swung the sword, hitting Oliver squarely in the hip and Oliver groaned exaggeratedly, falling to his knees.

“Ugh,” Oliver moaned dramatically, “you got me.”

William threw his hands in the air, sword held high above his head, celebrating his victory. Oliver watched him with a small, happy smile on his face, then reached forward pulling the boy to his chest.

“Dad!” William laughed as Oliver dragged him down to the floor, tickling the boy’s sides. “Felicity, help me!”

Felicity put her phone away, leaping into the fray, tickling Oliver and trying to turn the tables.

With Oliver’s attention on Felicity, William ran to get his Nerf gun, reloading it and pointing it in their direction.

“Dad wins round one,” William announced, as Felicity and Oliver sat up to look at him. “But Felicity and I are going to win round two.”

He tossed a loaded Nerf gun to Felicity and reached out to help her up, even though he was half her size.

“Let’s go Felicity! We gotta hide so Dad doesn’t beat us right away!”

Felicity grinned, getting to her feet. “You ready for round two?” she asked Oliver as he stood beside her.

He leaned in, a smug smile on his face as he kissed the side of her head and whispered, “I’ll always be ready for round two with you, Felicity, but it will have to wait. I have to kick your cute little ass in a Nerf war first.”

Felicity blushed, but she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face as she raced William to the other side of the loft, preparing to win this war and wipe that smug look off of Oliver’s face.

stranger than fiction - one

bughead fanfiction - au - mystery

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“Across galaxies of time and space
travelling just to see your face
lost amidst the countless stars
to bring me back to where you are.”
—Bryce W. Anderson

It starts with a note.

“Hey, Jug, who’s Betty?”

From his position at the table, Jughead looks over the screen of his laptop to his best friend Archie, leaning lazily against the kitchen counter with a beer in one hand and a powder blue paper in the other. His brows furrow at his friend’s odd question. “What?”

Archie walks over with a smirk and tosses the paper over the keyboard in front of Jughead.

“Betty.” He points to the name, raising a pointed brow and pressing the beer bottle to his lips. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to pry. Just glad you’re finally getting out there.”

Jughead stares in frustrated confusion at the note, his mind whirring in high speed at how it had gotten in his cabin. It’s not his handwriting, nor Archie’s—his friend hardly ever frequents his place when coming down to Oregon.

“This… isn’t mine.” Jughead murmurs, more so to himself.

Archie leaves a while later, picked up by his pregnant and cantankerous wife Veronica, and Jughead’s in his solitude again, only now slightly disturbed.

He scours his property, bringing his sheepdog to tag along while his shotgun rests over his shoulder.

He finds nothing; nothing but trees and earth and hills and streams. Trudging back up the stairs to his cabin, Jughead flicks his cigarette out onto the grass before toeing off his muddy boots and stepping inside. He makes sure to lock his second bolt this night, still unnerved by the strange note from earlier.

Pick up Caramel’s flea medication and don’t forget the oranges.

Betty

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When His Heart Rules Over His Mind

Pairing : Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary : Imagine asking Sherlock for help on a case and Sherlock is intrigued by you and finds it difficult to deduce you and Irene gets jealous of the attention he gives you.

You were one of the top detectives at Scotland Yard and when you hit a slump in your case Lestrade recommended the one and only Sherlock Holmes. You told him you would find the killer and after two weeks with long nights at the office, Lestrade gave you Sherlock’s address and you knew it was time to ask for his help.

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Enouement- 18

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: Lots????

Warnings: None

Master   Part 17

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

The living room was full of boxes, shoved up against walls with Sharpie scribbled on the sides. The windows were open, a gentle breeze flowing in and carrying the music of an old CD player through the house. The floors shined, freshly mopped, and you hummed along to the song as you wiped down each and every surface of the kitchen.

The screen door squeaked open and Bucky huffed, pushing through the open door with a heavy box in his hands. Steve was on his heels, carrying a box he could barely see around, and the two pairs of sneakers squeaked on the floor as they sat the boxes down among the others. Poking your head around the corner, you frowned at them both.

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lowbloodkiwi  asked:

I always want to talk about langst- specifically for Lance to get captured, create a damn good plan to get all the prisoners out, and then watch as it works for everyone except himself. "You guys were going to need a distraction. That's what I do best." The others have to watch as they rocket farther and farther away, not knowing if lance will still be alive by the time they can get back. (They are shocked that lance thought of himself as just a distraction and don't know if they caused that)

Ahhhh I was so excited to write this one!

I hope you like it!!

They were all locked up. It wasn’t any of their faults.  They were ambushed by a ‘peaceful’ village. The next thing they knew was that they were in a cell with 7 other prisoners.

Shiro wasn’t much help since he constantly freaked out whenever a guard came near the cell. The only Shiro would say was ‘I can’t go back’ on repeat.

Lance didn’t blame him though, Shiro already did his time as prisoner, and he didn’t deserve this.

Keith was too injured to help, his leg was broken. Lance (along with another prisoner) helped build a small splint for Keith but he was still in pain 24/7.

Hunk was a complete mess, he tried not too but he cried almost every hour of the day. Lance tried to ignore the small whimpers that could be heard throughout the cell. Lance wanted to help him but he could only do so much before he would cry with Hunk. That didn’t help either of them.

Pidge attempted to act like she wasn’t bothered by the fact that they were prisoners, but she could keep up the façade forever. Every time a guard came to the door she would flinch. Every time a prisoner came back all bloody she would shake for hours.

Lance didn’t blame any of them. There were only human after all. Lance wanted to get them out of there. He wasn’t going to rely on Allura finding them.

Lance started to strategize with a few of the prisoners. He learned where the extras ships were located. He started to learn the century’s patterns. Lance took in as much information as he could. Lance even went as far to volunteer for the druid’s experiments. They were painful and usually ended in him crying out in Spanish begging for the end. However when Lance was being dragged back to his cell, he memorized the path he would need to take to get to an extra ship.

After a week of planning Lance finally figured out a plan to get everyone out. He slowly started to share the plan with everyone in the cell.

First the needed to cause a disturbance so the guards would be forced to intervene and open the cell. Once the guards were inside the cell, they would knock them out and leave the cell, staying out of the century’s sight. Once they reached the bridge they would get on a ship and fly out of here.  

It was perfect, but just like most things it went wrong.

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One of the prisoners screamed and started to thrash on the floor. Lance was impressed with their acting skills and quickly focused on the guard that entered the cell to stop them from freaking out.

Once their back was too Lance, Lance took him down with a single punch. The guard laid on the floor still breathing.

“Let’s go.” Lance picked up Keith and started to lead the way out of the cell.

Every corner, Lance would stop and count to 15. Once the century passed he would move.

They were almost to the bridge when Lance saw guards all over the bridge.

“Shit. They’re everywhere.” Lance scanned the room and found no place to sneak in.

“What will we do?” Hunk asked and he started to shake.

Lance closed his eyes, he couldn’t fail this. Distraction.

“Hunk, take Keith and make sure he is taken care of.” Lance warped Keith’s arm around Hunk’s neck. “Stay out of sight till the coast is clear.” Lance started to run another direction.

“Lance wait!” Shiro reached out for Lance, “What are you doing?”

Lance looked back at his teammates and the other prisoners. “You guys needs a distraction. That’s what I do best.” Lance smiled and bolted down another hallway, leaving everyone behind.

Lance ran into the room where the druids worked. Thank God they aren’t here. Lance went over to one of the shelves and started to mix chemicals together. He had watched one of the Galra’s do this when the thought that he was knocked out. Lance grabbed the new mixture and ran out of the room.

I need to get to a place where this will bring attention to. Lance skidded to a stop in front of the communication center. Please let this work. Lance opened the door and chucked the bottle through, causing an explosion as soon as it broke.

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Shiro watched with wide eyes as the bridge started to clear, all the Galrans running towards and explosion with their guns drawn. When the coast seemed clear enough Shiro motioned everyone forwards and they all managed to get inside a ship without any trouble.

Shiro immediately flew the ship away from the bridge as fast as he could. They were about 5 minutes away when Pidge spoke up. “Is that all he thought he was? A distraction.”

Hunk and Shiro thought back to what Lance said and realized.

“No, no, no, no! That’s the last thing that Lance thought!” Hunk pulled at his hair fighting back tears.

Shiro sat in silence, simply focusing on piloting the ship. “I hate to say it but he probably did. Coran has mention to me that Lance feels unwanted and useless around us. He feels like the 7th wheel.” Shiro tighten his grip on the controls.

Hunk started to cry again and Pidge closed her eyes, praying that he didn’t truly believe that.

-

“So blue paladin, you have cause a big deal of trouble for us.”

Lance attempted to pull his hands apart but failed quickly. He was on his knees, hands tied behind his back, his head was bleeding making it hard to see and to top it off he was in front of Prince Lotor.

“You helped all of my prisoners escape and steal one of my ships. I will say that you were an excellent distraction, too bad your friends can’t thank you for saving their lives.” Prince Lotor walked closer to Lance and help his chin in his hands. “Oh what we have in store for you.”

Lance smiled at Lotor. “Bring it big ears.”  

Hero Lance? I like that.

Sorry it took me so long to answer!

I hope you like it!!

Thank You for this! <3

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“This is the calm before the storm… 

It’s like we take a step forwards then backwards / but this is his form of distraction / plus he gets an enormous reaction / when he attacks the NFL so we focus on that in-stead of talking Puerto Rico, and gun reform for Nevada, all these horrible tragedies / and he’s bored, and he would rather cause a twitter storm with the Packers.

Then says he wants to lower our taxes / then who’s going to pay for his extravagant trips back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions / Same shit that he tormented Hillary for / and he slandered then does it more. 

From his endorsement of Bannon / Support for Klansman / Tiki Torches in hand for the soldier that’s black, and comes home from Iraq and is still told to go back to Africa / Fork and a dagger in this racist 94 year old grandpa who keeps ignoring our past / historical deplorable factors 

Now if you’re a black athlete you’re a spoiled little brat for tryin’ to use your platform and stature / to try and give those a voice who don’t have one / he says you’re spitting in the face of the vets who fought for us… you bastards…

… unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered, to him you’re zeros / because he doesn’t like his war heroes captured… that’s not disrespecting the military…” 

Eminem is a genius.  Listen to the whole song. (A breakdown of the lyrics and references here and here)

“The rest of America stand up.  We love our military, and we love our country, but we fucking hate Trump!” 

The Missing Piece (Part 5)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3026
Warnings: Violence, language

Summary: You are a SHIELD Agent working undercover in Belgrade, Serbia when a run in with Bucky Barnes changes your future

A/N: I have no knowledge of Belgrade other than googling so that’s what I did lol Tags are open!

Sunlight was forcing its way in through the blocked windows of the house. Lifting your head from the couch you began to roll it around, stretching your neck out. You yawned as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings you briefly panicked when you thought you were alone. Your rising anxiety calmed down when you saw Bucky emerge from the doorway of the kitchen.

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anonymous asked:

Tsuna and Dino forcing a detective they fell in love with to marry them

Tsuna

He had trapped you with your own aspirations, using your ego against you. You were a hotshot detective, who was brought in to help with the criminal problem, but you soon turned your attention to the bigger problem of the city, the mafia, and it wasn’t long until some of the families turned their attention on you. You had hindered some of their business, having sting operations, finding and closing down some drug houses, and even going as far as to hav an investigation on high ranking mafia members. You had to be silenced.

The first time you two met, you were a part of an operation taking out a child prostitution ring. Tsuna had been there to do the same thing. In the middle of a shoot out with the operators of the ring, you were surprised to see this smaller guy running around beating the men effortlessly and taking the children. You pointed your gun at him, causing him to pause.

“Put the child down sir.” You commanded

He looked at your uniform and slowly put the child down. You went to get the child, giving them a kind smile. As you were distracted with the child, Tsuna grabbed you and the child out of the way of the bullet of one of the men of the ring. You quickly recovered and shot the man. By the time you turned back to Tsuna he was gone.

After the operation was a success that was when the threats started, a robbery too close to your apartment, a note on your desk that warned you to leave the mafia businesses alone. It had gotten to the point where you got a bit paranoid of your own co workers. It wasn’t a secret that there were some dirty cops on the force and that everyone wanted you to stop messing with the mafia,   but you didn’t stop.

You had been sitting in your apartment staring at the front door with your gun in your hand, waiting for someone to try to off you when the doorbell rang. You put the gun behind your back and opened the door. Tsuna greeted you at your door. You recognized him immediately and looked at him suspiciously.

“Were you sent to kill me?”

“No. I’m here to give you advice. Give up on this. I’ll make sure no one comes after you as long as you stop all this.” He told you.

“…” You thought about the offer. You would finally have a full night’s rest, you could make it to retirement, start a family in peace, but what would you have to show for it.

“I can’t do that.” You told him.

He nodded grimly and grabbed you hand, putting a piece of paper in it and left you to stare at the note that read ‘Close your windows and stay low tonight.’ you obeyed his instructions that night avoiding an assassination attempt.

The next time you met he entered your car as you were on a stakeout of what you thought was a drug house. You pointed your gun at him, but relaxed a bit when you saw that it was him. You silently chastised yourself at letting your guard down around him.

“You’re going to get yourself killed.” He told you bluntly, “And what good is all this if you’re dead?”

You turned to him, weighing his words.

“I can make sure you don’t die. That you can do all this.” He told you, “But you have to do something.”

“What?” You asked

“Marry me.” He said.

You stared at him fully prepared to refused, but you thought about it again. He obviously had the means to protect you and himself, and without him you would have died a long time ago, with nothing to your name. You accepted not realizing what you had gotten yourself involved in.

Dino

This was supposed to be your big break. The big case of your career. Going undercover at the Cavallone family and getting evidence to convict prime suspects in mafia activities. Sure it would take a while, you would have to gain their trust, start off at the very bottom. You were prepared to go as long as you had to.

But everything changed when you met him, Dino, the boss of the Cavallone. He was not how you thought he would be. Overly friendly and clumsy. You had met him your first day a part of the family. He personally introduced himself to you and you almost though you were found out, but that was not the case. You couldn’t help but be swept by the atmosphere of the family. It was welcoming and friendly.

You slowly climbed up the ranks of the family, but not so much to be involved in outright illegal activity. They gave you normal tasks, dropping some documents off with nothing incriminating, driving someone to and from places, always restaurants or cafes, and staying around Dino if Romario wasn’t around to negate his clumsiness a bit. He was always a bit embarrassed when you stuck close to him.

“[Name].” He called to you when you dropped him off at a café he frequented.

“Yes Mr. Cavallone?”

“I told you to call me Dino. You’re always so formal.” He smiled, “Uh what are you doing on Friday?”

“Nothing…Dino. Why?” You asked.

“Would you like to go somewhere with me on a date?”

Your mind started racing. Would this blow your cover? If you refused would he be suspicious? You did like him but you were a detective and he was allegedly a mafia boss. But maybe this could work for you investigation. You smiled at him.

“Okay.”

This was your big mistake. You were drawn in by your relationship with him, slowly becoming less capable with your investigation, though if you were paying more attention you would notice that it seemed that you were purposely kept away from anything that would incriminate the family.

You stared at Dino as he put the ring in your hand. You froze.

“D-Dino-“

“I asked your parents to come to the wedding. Your father liked that I asked for his permission though I’m a bit upset that you didn’t tell them about us.” He pouted.

You tried to down play your terror. He had spoken to your parents, your family. There was nothing you could do now. You squeezed the ring and smiled at him.

“You’ll meet them soon.” You were trapped.

anonymous asked:

So hi I'm not at all involved in spn meta world but I saw a post or two about the horseman famine episode with the sex and burger and how Dean claimed when he was hungry for something he'd feed himself and here he is now feeding himself multiple things. Work, weapons, sex, food. He even grosses himself out when the food is wrong. He's craving something or his worry for Cas and he's trying to fill the empty. Right? His behavior is 100% understandable and explainable.

Yeah, the most recent four posts in my tag for 5.14 (My Bloody Valentine, the episode with Famine) are all about 12.18.

(I guess once this posts, it’ll be five…)

SAM I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food.
CASTIEL Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something–Sex, attention, drugs, love…

I don’t think that’s meant to be an exhaustive list of the things people might be “starving” for, either, just like the list of “human things” he gave Hannah in 10.01 wasn’t meant to be the entirety of human things that angels don’t understand (art, hope, love, dreams).

This time there was no magical outside force at work on Dean, just his own internal issues. I already wrote about that some in this post.

This struck me equally hard as a parallel for Dean’s tendency to self-medicate his problems. Sometimes it’s through actual medication (like the time he offered Sam a bottle of random pills and when questioned what they are Dean only replies, “effective.”) He’s long ago learned how to manage these sorts of problems for himself. His whole life, he really didn’t have the time or space (heh) to have the same sort of extreme reaction to his situation that Sam did in running away from hunting and going to college.

And heck, this strikes me as both a “parental” thing and a depression/anxiety/insert the mental health issue of your choice here coping method. And it’s ALSO part of the reason why sublimation has been one of his go-to coping strategies. He couldn’t usually show any of this “weakness” to Sam, as the most consistent parental figure in Sam’s life. It was easier to just play off a lot of his coping strategies as who he was as a person instead of admitting that they WERE coping strategies.

And heck now I’m sadly thinking of 4.13 again, where we see Dean’s difficulties. John has abandoned them for a much longer time than normal, Dean’s stuck in this school watching over Sam while also worried about John and angry about having been left behind again, and he plays it all off as this “bad boy” character who doesn’t care about anything. The other students, like Sam’s friend Paul and initially the girl Dean is interested in, think he’s “cool,” but we eventually see through it here.

Amanda calls him out, saying she thought there was something more to Dean because of how he relates to his brother (kind, caring, gentle, etc.), but he enacts his womanizing persona and goes after another girl because things were actually getting too serious with her. He wasn’t allowed to have a serious relationship with anyone, but he was never going to stick around long enough for that. John would come back, and he’d have to drop everything and disappear again. Just like with Robin in 9.07. It was a self defense mechanism against being hurt again, but he still needed that kind of comfort and reassurance that comes from human touch, you know? So he got really good at satisfying that need.

And it’s part of his self-medication arsenal, along with drugs, with fighting, with using food this way, along with hustling pool (because hey it not only satisfies that need to be good at something and score a win, but also keep the family afloat), with hunting in general. We often see him trying to work out a problem or distract himself from a problem he can’t solve by maintaining his weapons (sharpening a knife, cleaning a gun, or a whole arsenal of guns) like at the beginning of 12.18.

But because these are coping strategies he uses in order to avoid having “chick flick moments,” (and yes, we know he loves chick flicks and so does Sam), the only way he can avoid a chick flick moment of his own with Sam (who is always pushing him to talk about his issues rather than act out), is to have made his coping strategies seem like another normal part of his personality.

This goes to the foundations of “Performing Dean.” He is absolutely not that jerk Sam has laughed about who gets weird about food or sex or whatever coping strategy he’s employing at the time. I mean, going all the way back to 1.03 Sam didn’t get that Dean WASN’T just being Dean and creepily hitting on Andrea like he’d been ogling their waitress at the beginning of the episode. Seeing the way Dean treated Lucas was shocking to him, and showed him a side of Dean that Dean largely kept hidden from Sam… because it was a side that had RAISED Sam, essentially.

But now in s12, Sam is finally seeing Dean drop that performance a little bit. He only seems to haul it out when he’s seeking out one of his go-to coping tools. In 12.18 it was almost like watching two different Deans. The worried, meticulously cleaning all the guns while getting frustrated about a lack of communication from Cas version, which led directly to his abrupt dropping of everything related to researching the case to get his fix (sleeping with Carmen, then having his weird food battle with Sam, finally ending when all his needs were satisfied when he got that burger), and then everything that happened after that. And it all hinged on what he said to Sam in the conversation at the lunch counter right after visiting the meat factory:

Sam: Seriously, Dean? After what we just saw? How– how can you eat?
Dean: Grow up, Sam, okay? Burger’s beef, bacon’s pig, Soylent Green’s people. But this – this… This is Heaven.
Sam: (going on a face journey of ew) Wow… right…Um, so… uh, What’s the word, you find anything?

All while “Burgers and Fries” plays in the background: “Burgers and fries, cherry pies, it was simple and good back then.”

And Sam’s a bit shocked not only at Dean’s words and his ability to keep eating when he “should’ve been” grossed out, but at Dean’s tone of voice. At first with the “Grow up, Sam, okay?” he sounds at the very least frustrated that Sam doesn’t get the nuances of Dean’s performance yet. Because part of that performance has always been Sam openly joking about what a jerk Dean can be, or how gross he is sometimes, and Dean is normally content to play along and joke right back. Like, haha yeah I’m just a walking stereotype nothing to see here just keep moving along as you were people just Dean being Dean.

And right here, Dean’s trying to show Sam that it’s not always or entirely something to joke about. It might have been simple and good back then, but it’s not anymore.

I think this is just another instance of Dean showing Sam something more truthful about himself, and he doesn’t appreciate being teased about it as if it was just another “Dean being gross and weird” sort of thing.

At the beginning of 12.18 while he was cleaning the Colt, Sam had been responding to Dean’s concern about Cas with reassurances, and the “he’ll be fine, he always is,” sort of thing before Dean changed the subject to finding Dagon.

Sam says he’s been up all night looking at books on demons, while we’re left to wonder what DEAN was doing all night if he wasn’t looking at books on demons. But he just TOLD us what he’s been doing… he’s been looking for Cas (well, with the limited tools available to human beings looking for angels who don’t seem to want to be found and might not even be alive if they were hunting Dagon who seems to be able to vaporize angels with her mind…)

And we see that worry play out in his behavior, getting antsier and more distracted from the case, relying on his Kill Everything (but five things) Gun to take care of the case for him, and seeking out his drug of choice to help him deal with his worry.

Just like he said in 5.14, when he wants something, he gets it. When he has a need, he fills it. Maybe not with the right thing to take care of the underlying problem that’s causing the need, but with the sort of temporary fix that he’s learned will help him cope.

And whoa yeah that’s no way to live, but Dean seems to recognize this too. It’s just he doesn’t really have a way to solve that underlying problem right now in the middle of this other case, but even with the Colt, hunting gods can get you real dead real fast if you’re too distracted by those problems to do the job properly.

I don’t even remember what the question was at this point. But here have a patented Mittens Rambling Mess Of Tangents. :P

Anon Summary: In which our reader is taught how to handle Snart’s big gun. I mean, Cold Gun!(NSFW)

Originally posted by wccbcharlottecw

Anon Request: Smut? If you don’t mind, Where Leonard teaches the reader how to use his ice gun,  and he gets sightly Handsy, like groping them, distracting them with neck kisses, whispering dirty things in their ear, running his fingers over their thigh, which develops in full blown passionate sex   Let you mind go wild with the smut  Preferably taking place during legends of tomorrow.  Thanks.  Plus I love your writing, it’s so hard to find any good writing out there, and yours is incredible! 

Warning: SMUT! A lot of smut that caused me to blush while writing this!

Your name: submit What is this?


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You felt hot. From the top of your head to the bottom of your feet, you were hot. Burning up even, and you’re pretty sure it has something to do with the man that’s gotten your legs wrapped around his waist, holding your body up against the wall. Yeah, you were hot, but he was hotter.

As he presses his body closer to yours, attacking your neck with his lips, you were left wondering how you even gotten into this position and then you remembered. The Cold Gun.

It all started with Sara lecturing you on learning how to defend yourself against an enemy. You weren’t much of a fighter, if anything you were good with words then hand to hand combat but Sara wouldn’t let up.

“Come on Y/N. I know fighting could be scary at times but you could get yourself killed out there if you don’t know how to fight.” Sara states, following down the hallway of the ship as you tap away on the tablet in hand.

“Yup, so that’s why I’ll stay on the ship. Not..out there.” You reply back. “Look Sara, I was brought on this mission because of the skills and I hate it just as much as the Time Masters did when they found out I couldn’t fight. But, I’m okay with it.” You say before bumping her shoulder. “And besides, use needs fist with you got brains.” You smirked.

But it was true. You were brought along because, like Rip, you were a Time Master, graduating at the top of the class with your smarts and quick thinking but what you strongly lacked with the skill to go toe to toe with an enemy. When Rip vented to you about his plan to travel back in time to stop Vandel Savage, you saw the prefect opportunity to leave the Time Masters and join up with Rip. What you didn’t plan on doing, however, was to fall for cold criminal.

Later on you found yourself in the storage deck, looking through some of the weapons while working an advance gun for yourself. Sara was right, you’d need to defend yourself from Vandel and any other enemy that comes your way. So a laser gun would do the trick.

“I figured you’d be in here.” You a drawn out voice say before stepping in. You soon feel a small smile forming on your lips from hearing the voice.

“Are you following me now Snart?” You asked.

Leonard walks in, his armed crossed as he does. “What are you working on?” He asked, ignoring your question while he looks over your shoulder.

“Oh, this is a gun I’m building for myself. You see, it has a mega corne saver installed into it-”

“Save it. Don’t wanna hear it.” He says, a small smirk on his lips.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Well you’re the one who asked.”

Leonard leans back against your work station. “And why do you need to build a weapon for yourself? Afraid of those time hunters.”

You shrug your shoulders a bit. “Yes and no.” You say. “I can’t be hurt by the time hunters because I’m a time master. I’m already set.” You explain. “And I’m building this because..I want to be able to protect myself, just in case.”

“Just in case huh?” Leonard looks at you for a moment before leaning up. “Have you ever held a gun that size before?”

You shake your head slightly, watching him closely as you feel his hand against yours, pulling you towards him before he spins you around, pressing his front against your back.

“What are you-”

“You’ll need practice.” He states, moving his cold gun in between your out reached hands. Leonard soon places his hands over yours to keep your arms steady as you feel is breath close behind your ear.

“Hold her steady.” He says in a low voice, his hands moving over yours slowly as you try to focus but having Leonard Snart’s body pressed closely to yours is making your mind go blank.

“Her?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at Leonard with a playful raise on your eyebrow as you watch him smirk a bit.

“I haven’t came up with  name yet but I’m thinking something cute and sexy, like you.” He says, his gaze locked on yours and you feel a blush forming on your cheeks as you quickly look away. You were used to Leonard’s flirting since you both go back and forth but recently after another failed mission on trying to stop Vandel, you both shared a kiss that took you by surprised. Since then, the once playful and innocent flirting turned into small touches and long, heated stares that lasted way longer than you thought which in turn, turned into heavy make out sessions when no one is around.

You start to feel Leonard’s hands moving down to your waist, a slightly squeeze draws your attention back to reality as you feel him pressing against you more.

You bite down on your lip to try and yourself calm. “W-What are you doing?” You asked softly, feeling his lips brushing against your ear gently, causing a chill down your back.

“Mmm, nothing.” He lets out in a deep voice as one of his hands moves under your shirt slowly, feeling your warm skin.

“You’re suppose to be training me.” You let out, closely your eyes moments after you feel his tongue against the shell of your ear.

“I am.” He says as he starts kissing down your next slowly, causing you let out a moan that you were trying to keep down. You soon close your eyes, feeling his free hand cuffing your breast through the thin fabric of your bra. It’s been so long since you’ve been with someone since the Time Master’s frown upon relationships so having Leonard so close to you as his hands freely roam over your body causes a wetness to form in between your legs, making you squirm against him.

With a low growl, Snart quickly grabbed his gun, tossing it near by before turning you around and kissing you passionately. His hands everywhere at once as he pushes you back until you feel the cold wall against your back. His hand moves to your hair, pulling it back hard before he attacks your neck, leaving you panting for more. As if reading your mind, Leonard lift up your shirt before kissing and sucking at your breast and hard nipples threw your bra. You gasp softly while you hands grip at his thin coat.

Leonard wasted no time at you getting turned on to the point you could just cum from his lips kissing over you but not yet as you can feel him soon taking his time, teasing you with his hands and mouth.

Your hands soon move down his chest slowly before reaching his pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and moving your hands inside his jeans and in his boxers, fisting and pumping down his throbbing length of his shaft as he soon moans.

“Two can play.” You mumble, seeing the lust look in his blue eyes.

“We have to take you down a notch kitten.” Leonard soon reaches down into your jeans and in between your legs, parting you so he could rub your clit. He moves in softly pressured circles, his other hand moving up to your breast and under your bra, tugging and pinching at your nipples. “You’re too needy for it. Too impatient.”

“Oh god..” You breathed out, clasping his cock convulsively as a sharp, quick orgasm took you over by storm. Two of his long fingers slips inside you, fucking you, his thumb continuing to circle of your throbbing clit. Your pussy quivered and spammed, your body tenses as you climax again, riding against Leonard’s pumping fingers.

“So damn hot.” He growls, leaning into you and taking your mouth, his lips drifting across yours as his tongue sliding into your mouth. With less struggle, he pulls your jeans down enough to spread your legs more, wanting his fingers deeper than they could go. You open your mouth more, trying to drink him in as the kiss becomes more frantic and passionate. Feeling more bold now and out of control with lust, you begin to jack him off with both fist, squeezing the thick head of his cock on every upward pull.

Snart soon pulls his lips back from you. “Stop,” he lets out hoarsely, as your tight grip squeezed precum out of the tip. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

Look up at him innocently, “You said we could take it down a notch.” You urged. He soon smirk before resting his forehead against yours. “We can do it slow next time.” He lets out.

Next time. You had never though of a “next time” with a man before. There had only ever been this time since marriage to a big no with the Time Masters so having a one night to let yourself go was what you were so used too but now, as you look up at him, primed and more than ready, you were game for a next time and as he said, they could go slow in the next round.

You can see it in his gaze that it aroused him, the thought of having you again and again and again made his cock swell painfully. Pulling away, he soon pulls you over behind a few boxes, out of few before bending you over. The thought of taking him was starting to fill your mind. “I-I’m nervous.” You admitted, every nerve in your body was screaming to be taking by him but it was the after thought that clouded your mind.

Leonard leans into you, kissing the side of your neck. “Don’t be,” He rumble. “I’ve got you.”

He soon enters you slowly, too slowly, working his way inside you, advancing, retreating, making you achingly aware of every inch. His progress was agonizing, teasing, and driving you mad until your back to shack, forcing you press back into him more and making him go deeper and you whimpered.

“That’s it.” His voice deep and rough. “Let me have you.” You moan breathlessly, your eyes closing and your hands fisting while you pant, hips writhing but he held onto your tightly, keeping to his pace. “Ah, god…you feel amazing.”

Never have you been more aroused. You were so wet, so hot. You doubted you could take a man of his size if you wasn’t.

“Oh Y/N” He crooned, one hand stroking the length of you spine, making you arch like a cat. “You’ve got the tightest, wet pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

“Leo..” You shuddered violently, his words spoken so rough and so deep, making you cream. The extra lubrication allows him to slide deeper, making you both gasp. You were both too far gone, focus to completely arrested by the place where your bodies joined.

You liked dirty bedroom banter, had fantasized about it, but it took a highly confident man to be open and until now, you’d never found one.

Finally, Leonard sank into the hilt before he withdrew and pumped forward, forcing a deep moan from you. “So deep..” Your voice came out in a slur with pleasure and he was; every crevice of your was stretched to hold him, sheathing him like a custom-made glove. There was no way that either of you can ignore how perfectly you fitted together.

Leonard paused with one hand on your hip, the other at your shoulder. His chest rose and fell against your back, which drew your attention to his quivering thighs. Reaching beneath you, Leonard rubs your clit in pressured circles while he began to shaft your pussy with long, measured drives. The sensation was incredible, the feeling of stretching and shrinking, of grasping and sucking, of being pumped with expert precision by a man who knew how to fuck so well, it made your mindless with lust.

You had no doubt you were in over your head. You didn’t have the experience to handle a man like Snart. It was obvious in the way he mantled your body and rode it with confidence that he was in his element. You, on the other hand, could only lie there and take it, your entire body so sensitized that the feeling of his heavy breathing against your skin made you orgasm.

“So sweet,” He groaned, as you shook beneath him with a startled cry. “I’m coming..” You felt his cock jerk inside you as he climaxed hard, flooding you. Blood roared in your ears, dulling you hearing, but slowly you became aware of your surrounding as he pressing against your back, his pumping soon coming to a stop as he continues whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Still joined, both of your breathing soon returns back to normal and you can’t help but smile.

“Are you going to train me now Mr.Snart?”

~Fin~

Request completely. To the anon that sent it in, I hope it’s good. I’m totally weird because I’m okay and very open about sex but sometimes when I’m writing it, I get all giddy and what not. Anyways, I’ll be posting up another story tomorrow night so be on the look out! Have a great day!!

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for mama's boy Clown Prince as a fussy toddler?

He’s constantly at his mother’s side trying to get her attention, to distract him she gives him a pen to draw on her leg and add to her tattoos.

He spends hours practicing loading his mothers gun to impress her because he wants to be her sidekick when she goes out and wreaks havoc. 

He wants to surprise his mother by taking the chemical jump and looking like her, so he sneaks away to Ace which ends up with Harley having to track him down thinking he was kidnapped only to find him ready to leap into the vat.

The clown prince is always causing a scene at the club while Harley and Joker are trying to work so she props him up in her glass dancing cage so she can see him from the booth.

Harley has to calm Joker down when they see that the clown prince has painted the purple lamborghini his moms favorite color blue.

Run to You: Part 2

Fandom: Star Wars (Bodyguard AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: You’re a famous singer currently touring the US to promote your latest album. Accompanying you is your bodyguard and lover, Poe.

Warning: assassination attempt, mentions of bombing, non-consensual creepy touching,

Part 1 


Poe felt absolutely helpless. He swore to protect you, to keep you safe. And it was only being five minutes away from you that enabled Hux to take you away from him. 

As soon as Hux hung up with you, Poe called upon Finn and Snap to bring up the footage from the back door camera to see when Hux arrived, when he left, and what direction they were going. 

Poe then called upon the police. He sent them the information: you were being held hostage in your tour bus. Now, finding the tour bus wasn’t gonna be very hard once all forces were out on the road. 

Poe tagged along with some officers. Luckily for him, you and Poe decided to put a tracker on your phone if anything were to happen to you. Poe was sooo thankful for technology. Hux was about ten minutes ahead of him. 

“Far behind, my ass” Poe muttered. The sirens of the police car were blaring, thus making the cars clear a path like Moses parting the Red Sea.

“So this guy is armed and dangerous?” the police officer asked.

“I wouldn’t put it passed him.” Poe mumbled.

“What’s his motive?”

“Y/N turned down his record label after he tried making a pass at her.”

“Scumbag.” The officer muttered.

“Tell me about it.”

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AHP

Without further ado, here’s the condensed “WTeff Meghan” timeline. *Outing the relationship to Camilla Tominey after like two weeks of “real” dating. *Outing the relationship to coincide with the release of her Reitman’s “capsule collection.” *Putting pics of Arthur Landon’s dog on her IG as “proof” of the relationship. *Setting up the Elle “how to be both” article, the Rwanda pics, and unfollowing all your fan accounts in preparation for the outing of the romance. *The endless wearing of the “love bracelet” all over her IG. *Spooning bananas pics (plus “breakfast of champions,” and the elephant teapot, and all that crazy crap). *Using Toronto reporters to start rumors that Harry was in Toronto in her apartment causing a papparazi frenzy where his RPOs have to sneak out of her house. This compromised Harry’s security. Also rumors of Toronto Soho House Halloween party attendance. *Lying about the press breaking into her home and calling bodyguards for her first pap walk (to a Markus Soho House lunch, no less). *Endless Soho House promo when the relationship leaked out, plus Misha Nonoo promo and St.Laurent handbags and coats and crap. *Suits sex scenes plus that NCIS “french maid” appearance. *The “breakup” with Cory right before (to be generous) banging Harry in June. *Rumors that she cheated on Cory with Harry. *The setting up of a “date” with Pier Morgan as soon as Harry started texting and coyly telling Piers about her “persistent” suitors. *Bitter divorce with Trevor. *Her family, oh my. Her whole entire family that simply won’t shut up. *Topless Snapchat pic goes around. Megs claims it’s photoshop. It obviously isn’t. *Hockey player rumors. Rumors that she cheated on Trevor. *Rory McIlroy “bearding” rumors. *Writing and releasing the KP statement based on pap break-ins that never happened, per the Globe and Mail. *Taking time off Suits (the only actual, bona fide work days she’s had since she burst onto the scene on October and she asks for time off) to deal with “lawyers.” *Taking over Remembrance Week, pap walking in front of the DM offices in Barbour and wellies and Harry’s cap. Stupid Alleviate Poverty bag. *More pap walks. Taking over the Caribbean Tour with her stupid IG antics including a dog in a Union Jack sweater and the stupid monogrammed necklace. Messing up a whole bunch of carefully laid diplomacy by announcing to BS Weekly she would take a “romantic vacation” right after the Tour with Harry resulting in an official honeymoon invite. *Pearl of the Caribbean personal enrichment rumors start. *Leaking Toronto detour. More lying to the press. More comingling of public and private funds. More compromising of Harry’s security. *Brother’s cross-dressing pics come out. *Leaked Pippa’s wedding date to BS Weekly. *ETA: leaked stupid “tree-picking” story to press. Story featured implausible details like tree that can’t be lifted with one hand and couldn’t even fit under NottCott ceiling. *London visit and “junkie beanie” pap pic that launches a thousand drug use rumors. Seriously, there were zero drug use rumors before then, and suddenly, BOOM, that’s how powerful that visual was. *Leaking her sushi date to the Daily Mail and putting it up on the Twit. Also all the vapid idiocy in that website. Namast'ay in bed, y'all. *Airport pap walk with expensive Mulberry handbag and claims of being taken to the airport by five RPOs. So, merch promo AND bonus comingling of public and private funds in this one. *Topless beach pics! Megs claims it’s not her. It obviously is. As an added bonus, these came out the day of the Queen’s Christmas lunch. Merry Christmas, Granny! *Endless yoga pap walks in Toronto selling stupid snow boots. Leaked Skippy’s wedding date. *Her family sells tacky white trash family pics. Seriously, girl, control the hillbillies. *Putting out rumors about a NYE proposal on US Weekly. Putting out Rwanda promo. *Leaking the Norway trip and the ludicrous Killer Polar Bear Girlfriend Challenge. *Brother gets arrested for holding a gun to a woman’s head. ARRESTED. *Leaking a meet with Kate and (of all things) Charlotte. DREAM DIARY. (WTF level goes up to 11). This was probably done to distract from the brother’s arrest which makes twice as stupid. *Brother claims “Harry defense” cause Harry got a second chance after Vegas so he deserves one too. Partying and domestic abuse are the same thing, aren’t they? Also begs for wedding invite. *Scrambling to put together some kind of India trip then taking over a poor girl’s project and claiming she “set the agenda” plus meeting with India politicians. Political posts on The Twit IG. *Parental bankruptcies (multiple ones!) come out. *Leaking “Harry Hates Trump” article to US Weekly smack in the middle of the Brit state visit brouhaha. *Soho House pap walk looking totally wasted. Drug use rumors resurge. Pap walk is used as shameless SohoHouse promo. *Walking with the Wounded US walk leak. *Endless talk about how she is now “living in Nott Cott” and redecorating. Articles are used as promo for Tig “lifestyle blogger” side business. *Putting out rumors about a “Spring engagement.” *Complaining to gossip columnist bff about how Kate isn’t chauffeuring her around the London shops. *Lied to GossipCop about gossip columnist bff blind and attributed it to a different blogger to whom she was not connected. *“Spring engagement” rumors turn into Suits new season promo as her show puts up her wedding dress scene everywhere. Show actually uses Harry’s name and the BRF as official promotion. *Another pap walk in Barbour and wellies, again in front of the DM offices, this time with the “H” ring which was flagged in the pap pics that she put out. Endless press over how “British” she is now and how she has now “chosen to promote” Brit brands and talk about how the “Meghan effect” manages to sell a handful of cheap rings. *Back on IG because girl just doesn’t learn. More vapid “motivational” crap. *More talk about how she’s living in “Nott Cott” and decorating. Leaks about meeting George and Charlotte in Amner Hall. *Pap walks in Toronto with Jess. “Relatable” articles about how she was poor she couldn’t fix her car (but money for boob jobs!). There’s such a thing as “private school poor” kids–I was one, but I don’t go about whining about it. You’re still in private school, girl. *Leaked an upcoming appearance at 2017 Toronto IG. *Putting out articles about how she’s taking a private plane to Jamaica A WEEK after the “like me because I was poor” article. Seriously, she was humblebragging about her broke actor days only a few days ago. *Bringing freaking Paparazzi Seal Team Six to the Inskip wedding. *Having Lainey hype “unseen” loved-up beach and balcony pics when the wedding pics weren’t flattering enough. *Putting out photoshopped “beach” pics. *90210 blow job scene comes out. *Her sister putting out a “tell-all” book. *Pimping out her friend Jill’s book in People Mag. *Closing down the Tig in a way calculated to spur engagement rumors. More Misha Nonoo promo. *Her niece coming out and accusing her mom (Meg’s sister) of child abuse (seriously!) because Megs didn’t like the tell all book. Niece says she loves Megs who is “everything [her mom] is not.” *Inviting herself to stranger’s (read “Pippa Middleton’s”) wedding. Putting out articles everywhere about how said stranger is “nasty” and “insecure” for not inviting her. *Recycling her two-day trip to India for the third time in three months for People’s “Most Beautiful” issue. *Advertising stranger’s wedding as marketing opportunity for her bff’s Canadian designer friends. Putting out press regarding same. *Complained about Reitman’s clearance sale promo after shamelessly using it in January to promote her “designer” chops and trying to get better collaborations. *Papping boyfriend as he sneaks into her house looking like he’s smack in the middle of a red light district. Photoshopping said pap pics for maximum marketability. *Hijacking Harry’s Heads Together/London Marathon press with her unbelievable “Megs Got Him to Open Up” press. *Shameless IG glasses promo with BFF’s client/contact. Jess promos Charlotte Olympia in her IG making it crystal clear who placed that “inspirational” #NoBadVibes IG promo back in February. *Niece’s Satanic/Nazi writings (I can’t believe I’m actually typing this). Denying all connection with said niece, after niece backed Megs against niece’s own mother. If we take her promo at face value, Meghan’s tally so far since Halloween is: 5-7 “workdays,” 2 exotic vacations, 2 months of Nott Cott freeloading, 2 days of “charity” work (recycled three times so far), 2 official event leaks (WwtW and IG), 2 unofficial event leaks (Skippy and Pippa’s wedding), overshadowing 5 major events (Remembrance, Caribbean tour, Xmas events, Sapphire Jubilee, London Marathon), four major political misteps (vacation rumor during tour, meeting with Indian politician, Trump leak, political posts on IG), 3 instances of possible misuse of public funds (Toronto Halloween trip, post-tour Toronto detour, and Nott Cott stay), 3 events where Harry’s personal security was compromised (I’m jut counting the egregious Halloween the tour detour and the Easter Toronto visit but you could also add the two wedding date leaks here), and numerous instances of private enrichment (Soho House, handbags, Suits promo, jewelry, Reitman’s). Mind you, this relationship was outed at the end of October. All of this has happened in five months. FIVE MONTHS. This has got to be a record. Now, this isn’t conspiracy. This is taking her press at face value. I’m not “connecting dots” or citing NYC or JerseyDeanne here, and the only “gossip column” I quote is Lainey, someone with whom Megs has a traceable relationship and Page Six with is also a publicist outlet. The pap walks I attribute to her were all taken by the same photographers in three different countries. Yes, she set them up. There have been numerous nudes of her circulating, but the only ones I’m mentioning here are the Snapchat and the beach pic which are the only ones that have not been photoshopped. I’m only using the more “reputable” tabloid sources and the ones that Megs personally gives stories to (like BS Weekly) and I’m not even mentioning stories that hit the minor outlets like the leaked SAS security briefing (which clearly didn’t take) and the pregnancy rumors. This is all her. This is Meg’s version of a royal romance. It’s a comedy of errors. This girl is a ticking time-bomb, just on the politics and misuse of funds alone. Add in the private enrichment and it simply boggles the mind. Meghan is like the Inspector Clouseau of royal girlfriends. If they really are together this is insanity. It’s not a romance, it’s a prefrontal lobotomy.

Wow….thank you so much!  Very eye opening!❤️😊🐼

This War Isn’t Civil [Part Two]

Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: Cursing, I think that’s it?
A/N: I feel so terrible not posting anything in a while, I apologize! School has been crazy as ever. I will try and update 00 : 00 : 00 : 00 and Blame Natasha next but I can’t promise anything :/

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2014

“Ya know, when you said we should go out more, I didn’t have this in mind,” you muttered breathlessly to yourself as you knelt down next to Steve, who was knocked out by the shoreline where the hellicarrier crashed a bit ago.

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Joker X Reader

((A/N: 3 different anons wanted the same prompts! so i mushed it all into one! enjoy and don’t forget to request!))

||Warnings||
you have ADD
cursing
violence
these shouldn’t be surprising anymore, it’s J for cryin’ out loud!

Attention Deficit Disorder, a biologically based condition causing a persistent pattern of difficulties resulting in one or more of the the following behaviors:

Inattention.

Hyperactivity.

Impulsivity.

To shorten it up, ADD.

J knew you had it the moment he met you. He watched as you stared in amazement at his club, your eyes darting to anything that glittered. The criminal snickered as you began to pickpocket people, stuffing whatever you grabbed into your bag. Your eyes met J’s and for once, you didn’t look away after you looked into them. His blue eyes were captivating. While you two stared at each other, your hands impulsively reached for something to steal but your wrist was roughly grabbed. You squeaked and dragged your eyes away from those gorgeous blue ones, to the face of the man who snatched your arm.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing bitch?!” A blonde haired fellow screamed at you. You looked down and noticed you were holding a watch. ‘Probably his,’ you thought. Thinking you could lie your way out of this, you began to speak with an innocent tone, “I’m so sorry, I thought-”

“Bitch, I don’t care what you thought! This is an $800 watch, worth way more then you!” He snarled. Your (e/c) eyes darkened, you should have kept your mouth shut but you wouldn’t take that awful comment.
“Did your mother ever teach you manners? I’m not a bitch. The only dog I see here is YOU” You growled. Snatching your hand back with more force, you threw his watch on the ground, it shattering to pieces immediately. You knew in the middle of your sentence that you had fucked up but you were in too deep now. The man raised his hand, now into a fist but you didn’t flinch. Your eyes lit up when you saw a pale, tattooed hand covered with rings grasp the man’s shoulder.
“Now, now..” His voice. You noticeably shivered which caused him to smirk. Your eyes couldn’t stop observing him. The hair, the tattoos, the jewelry, the outfit- HIM! He was simply overwhelming but your eyes trailed back to his. You were suddenly at peace.

Now here you were, watching your boyfriend as he barked orders. He was the only thing that could hold your attention for hours. Then behind him, four henchman carried a rather large machine gun. You began to get distracted as you looked around at all the henchman.

There was a heist today?

Why hadn’t J told you!

You stuck out your tongue in annoyance. Honestly, J probably had told you but you forgot. You slid off the counter you sat at and poured your boyfriend a cup of hot coffee with Jack Daniels and extra hazelnut creamer. You brought the mug over to the table your beloved psycho now sat at. J was rubbing his temples and growling as you set it down. You slid your warm hands down his neck and under his shirt, rubbing his shoulders. You felt him relax immediately at your touch and the growling quieted.

“What’s eatin’ you?” You asked as you massaged his shoulders, “Is it the heist?”

J’s muscles tensed at the word. Then there was no response which worried you. Normally he would at least give you a grunt or some sort of noise for an answer. J’s hands gently took yours away from his shoulders, guiding you to be next to him. You sat and look at J with a tilted head, remaining silent.

“Babygirl, we gotta talk.” He said simply. J was never a man of many words. Still, you remained quiet until he spoke again. “You know I like bringing you with me, right?”

You nodded.

“Well I have to leave you home, tonight..” J grumbled. Your eyes widened slightly.
“But.. J, I-” You tried to interject but were cut off immediately.
“No. (Name). You’re staying home.”
“Why?!”
“Cause I said so, damnit!” J growled.
“Give me a REAL reason!” You stood and slammed your hands on the table.
“You want a reason? Fine. For starters, you can’t compete a single fucking mission because you can’t fucking focus!” J shouted, slamming his hands down as well, “Your fucking ADHD gets in the way of the simplest of tasks! You’ve ruined all our past heists because. Of. YOU!”

Your eyes widened at his words. Deep down, you knew this would happen eventually. During a serious heist, you would get lost because you saw something shine in the opposite direction or would stare into space while J was talking. Those slip ups can’t happen in big jobs like this. At first J didn’t mind, he brought you along because he thought you were a spaz and your impulsive actions made him laugh. Then when it came to serious missions, it only annoyed him. The smile on your face when you tumbled out of a burning building though, he couldn’t help but smile too as he flicked your forehead. However now was the time to get serious. If J brought you to an important heist, he couldn’t babysit you and he didn’t want to think about what would happen if something went wrong with you there.

“Don’t say that.. Not you…” You whispered. J noticed tears welling up in your eyes. He sighed and stood up, “I’m not just gonna let you get yourself killed, (Name).”

The words meant to comfort you, came out harshly. You flinched as J said your name with guilt. Thoughts flooded into your head, swirling around and creating a headache.

You heard J say your name.

J.. If you couldn’t go with J, you were useless to him! He would spend less and less time with you. Soon he would forget you were even at the mansion, waiting for him to come back.

J said your name again.

Your thoughts became irrational and random but you couldn’t stop them! J would come home with some slut from his club and take them to the room you used to share. You would just sit in the living room as he walked right by-

“(NAME)!” J shouted, shaking your shoulders.

“SHUT UP A MINUTE AND LET ME THINK!” You screamed. The room went silent and eyes were on you. J’s blue ones were filled with nothing but concern. You had never snapped like that before. Or ever, to be exact.
Realizing you were about to cry, you turned on your heal and walked as fast as you could to your shared bedroom. As you quickened your pace to avoid being seen, though it was a little too late for that, you wiped your tears and replaced your sadness with anger. J knew how badly those words hurt you. Everyone used to tell you that; you fucked it all up. They all gave up on you! You though J was different. Ha! How stupid of you. You clenched your fist and sighed as you released it.

You would show them.

You would show J.

Damnit, he would not replace you with some bimbo!

Apparently while you put your plan into action, the men were still getting ready for their mission. It wasn’t a regular client, robbery or heist. It was personal this time. J had gotten word of a little mob that was staring up on his territory of Gotham. Everyone knew it was his, there was no mistake. The mob was given one chance to move locations but they returned the gesture by starting up an underground club. It was named the “Frown and Scowl”, two streets away from J’s very own “Smile and Grin” club. The clown immediately had the club burned, along with anyone inside of it.
Now, they were going to battle for J’s portion of Gotham City. Jonny had informed J that the mob they would be battling, didn’t know that they were after ‘The Joker’s’ territory. So J was confident that by just walking up on the scene would win him the battle. Little did he know you had a little plan of your own to win this victory for him!

J saw you walking down the stairs wearing a dark green button up, sleeves rolled to your elbows and black, high waisted, latex pants. You had mascara on your curled lashes, a little brown eyeshadow over your eyelids and a somewhat dark gloss coating your plump lips. The makeup went perfect with your (s/k) skin! Needless to say, you were proud of your appearance for such short time. You held your shoes and purse in one hand as you took your last step down the stairs. J tilted his head at you, clearly confused and slightly irritated, but looked you up and down.
“Don’t worry, I know I’m not coming with you.” You said, slipping on your black flats with a little green bow on the toes.
“Then where, my dear, are you going looking so delicious..?” J purred, circling you with a playful smile.
“Well I heard you were going to take your party to the docs,” You explained with your head down to fix your shoes, so he couldn’t see your lying eyes, “So~ I was gonna go to the club, y'know, make sure everything is smooth there for when you come back!”
You smiled innocently at J as you stood back up to look at him. He knew this was your was of asking for permission to go to the club. Instead of answering, J pulled you into a hug. You hugged him tightly, sliding your hands inside his purple, crocodile coat. It wasn’t often you would get hugs before he left so you wanted to make it last as long as possible.
“I do like taking you, doll-” He tried to explain himself but you put a finger gently to his lips.
“I’m sorry I yelled, J… Maybe trip someone, it’ll be like I’m there.” You joked half-heartedly. J kissed your lips to silence you this time.

“I’ll meet you at the club.” J instructed, holding your face in his hand. His blue eyes looked over every feature of your face in adoration. You gave a true smile and kissed J once more, letting him slap your butt as he walked away.

“Can I take the lambo!?” You shouted as he walked into the garage. You picked up your purse and smirked as you pulled J’s phone from your pocket. You had slipped from his back pocket while he hugged you. You prided yourself when it came to pick pocketing, no one in Gotham could be better then you!

“Absolutely not!” J shouted back at you, laughing as if it was a hilarious joke you had told him. J would be in the vans with his men but he still would never let you drive that beautiful, purple car.

“Ooookay!” You yelled back as you plucked the Lamborghini keys from the rack of other assorted keys. If you were going to disobey J, you might as well go all out. You popped open a new bottle of wine and drank it while the vans drove off.
The only tricky part of your plan would be to find a gun of some sort. J would never admit it but his plans were extremely strategical. He probably packed every single gun and ammo in this mansion to make sure there was 5 bullets for each opposing mob member. You remembered you had your guns J gave you for Christmas one year!
Once more glance at the text you sent and you quickly went to retrieve the twin revolvers.

'The Bat is out. Meet at Gotham Park in 20 instead unless you want to go to jail and leave me MY territory. - J’

'Go to hell. We’ll see you at the park. - Chris’

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The clock is ticking. J’s patience is gone now, he’s about ready to go to their front door and throw a grenade inside. As the clown is there gritting his teeth, Jonny Frost runs to his side.

“Boss, someone changed the plans.” Frost explained.

J growled and went to grab his phone but his hand came to contact with nothing but the fabric of his pant’s pocket. His eyes widened in realization.

“Frost, track (Name)’s phone and then mine.”

J’s heart beat widely as he waited for the results. Johnny Frost showed the criminal his iPad, revealing the two phones were in the same place. His suspicions were confirmed. That sexy, deceiving little imp (Name) took his phone and was attempting to do this on her own. J had to admit he was almost proud she pulled it off. However rage consumed the pride for his girlfriend. That little shit was going to be in big trouble-

Suddenly J threw the iPad on the ground. Johnny simply pulled out a spare, this was clearly not unusual for him.

“Boss?” Frost asked, wanting to give an order.

“That.. little.. DEVIL!” J shouted, running to the drivers seat of the nearest van, “SHE TOOK MY LABO!”

Frost immediately shouted for everyone to get their asses to Gotham Park.

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Chris was tapping his foot, looking around for the opposing mob. Suddenly, an eery voice echoed around them.

“Do you know who’s territory you’re in?”

“It don’t matter to me. I started here and I’ll finish here!” Chris shouted, his mob members joining in the cheers.

You smirked and giggled, the creepy laugh sending shivers down their spines. “Are you stupid?” You asked innocently and watched as they tried to locate where you were hiding, “You should do your research next time.”

You began to shoot, closing one eye and making sure not to miss. You hit 5 men, them falling to the ground immediately. One by one that’s how it went, they all dropped dead with shots in the head. You giggled at that rhyme you made up. Finally you came out of your hiding spot when Chris was alone. You made sure to save him for last.

“T-This is J-J-Jokers territory.” Chris realized, eyes wide.

“Mhm! You wanna know what that makes me!?” You asked all-too cheerfully. You held up your guns, words clearly engraved with your favorite colors and your favorite animal somewhere on each. Your smile darkened as you showed him your twin revolvers, “Property. Of. Joker.”

“(Name)!” A familiar voice comes closer.

“J!” You smile, turning to see your boyfriend. Unfortunately, he looks anything but happy to see you.

“What the hell are you doing?” J growls, glaring at Chris and then at you.

You gawk at him. “Excuse me? I just proved you wrong by completing and entire mission by myself! For you, by the way, and I don’t get a fucking thank you?!”

BANG.

“Ow!” You screeched as your hand went to your stomach, blood quickly escaping. Chris had shot you in the back and it went straight through you, just missing J. Your knees felt weak but J caught you before you could fall. Johnny growled and shot Chris in the stomach, other henchman surrounding him and awaiting their boss’s orders.

“Make sure he dies painfully, drag it out as long as possible.” J says while glaring at Chris, his eyes as merciless as his words.
Johnny calls J’s regular doctor and they already know the drill. Frost drives as recklessly as his boss would in that cursed, purple car. The clown is in the passenger seat, paying to attention to his right hand man’s driving. The only thing he can do is look at you and whisper sweet nothings. At last he whispers as he looks in your (e/c) eyes,
“Don’t die on me, (Name)…”
You can hear him but the words don’t exactly register. You’re looking into his eyes and blocking everything out. He has a different emotion in his eyes, one you’ve never seen. Perking up at a thought you just had, you try to smile despite the pain, “I can focus.. I can focus on you, J…”
The criminal just grit his teeth and looked away from you. You frowned at this, it wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for. Your failed attempt to make him smile made you think more. You hated when J didn’t smile.

Angry.

Scared.

Frustrated.

Sad.

Worried.

Or thinking. Those are when people tend not to smile, right? Your process of elimination was quick. J wasn’t angry or sad, he would be acting entirely different if he was. The pale man also wasn’t yelling at anyone so he probably wasn’t frustrated. That left worried and scared. Boy would that be a laugh! The most feared man in Gotham City, scared!
You looked up at J again. He was looking out the window, definitely in thought. So he couldn’t be scared.. right? J wouldn’t need to be worried about losing you. You exhaled a little sigh. The though saddened you. If you did die, J would move on. He could find someone to do heists with him. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the pain in your stomach and your heart.
Suddenly you began to cough, warm blood oozing out of the bullet holes in your soft skin. J ripped his clothes off and tried to stop the bleeding, yelling at Frost to drive faster. There was that look in his eyes again as he frantically tied his shirt around you, putting pressure on the wounds to make the bleeding stop. You winced and let out a whimper of pain, gritting your teeth. This did not go unnoticed. J quickly sat you in a different position and started to kiss your neck. “I’m sorry it hurts, baby, I’m so sorry…” J whispered next to your ear. You kept your eyes closed but smiled. The fact that J said sorry completely slipped your mind. The criminal continued to whisper sweet nothings to you until you passed out.

You woke up to a loud snore beside you. At first you thought it would be J but it was only one of J’s men. He sat on a chair, obviously passed out. 'Oh, right, J never snores.’ You thought to yourself with an eye roll. If your boyfriend caught this man asleep on the job, he’d be put into a permanent rest!

Wait.

J.

Where was J?

You started to get up but yelped in pain, clutching your side and falling off the bed. The door to your bedroom was kicked in, an angry boyfriend storming inside. The man guarding you jumped at the sound of the door flying off its hinges. You realized you were partially naked except for the bandage wrapped around your stomach and one of J’s button up shirts.. that was unbuttoned. You immediately covered yourself, blushing in embarrassment.
J’s anger only increased at the man who was supposed to be guarding his princess. Obviously sleeping instead of doing his damn job and now staring at HIS girl. J growled and snapped his fingers. Two men behind the clown darted to get the henchman, dragging him out of the room. Your messy, (h/c) hair covered your face so J knew you wouldn’t see the blood that was about to be splattered. The pale man frowned at the henchman being held in place by two others. A soft whimper made J turn towards you, attempting to climb back into bed. Every bone in J’s body told him to go to you but the anger screamed for him to gouge the man’s eyes out for staring at his queen! “Remove his eyes and toss him on the highway.” J told the two with a smirk. That would be funny to watch on the news tonight. The two henchmen holding the pathetic man gave a 'yes, sir’ and took him away. J picked up the door he kicked down and rested it against the frame it used to sit in.

Good enough.

Once they had a bit of privacy, J ran to your side. He picked you up and rested you in his lap, pulling the sheets on top of you both.

“How do you feel?” J asked you, brushing your hair with his fingers.

“Like shit..” You whispered, hoarsely.

“You look like it too.” He joked. You weakly slapped his chest in response which made him chuckle.

“J?” The way you said his name always made him feel like a scolded child, no matter how gentle you would speak. The pale man kissed your forehead and made a grunting sound. You took that as a yes and continued, “Were you scared?”

“I don’t get scared.” J said simply, grateful you couldn’t see his smile fade. However you felt his body tense up at your question. You remained silent for a long time, not knowing whether or not to press the matter.
J growled, thinking you had spaced out like you always did. He flipped you onto your back as careful as he could but you still cried out in pain. He ignored you, resting both of his hands on either side of your head and looked into your eyes, knowing you would never look away.

“Tell me every single thought going on in that mess of a mind you have.” J demanded.

“I love you…” You blurted out, (e/c) eyes wide and watery. That emotion you saw last night returned.

Fear.

“You do get scared. You’re scared of me loving you and you’re scared of losing me.” You said, neither of you breaking eye contact. J grit his teeth and was prepared to lash out.
Then you looked away from those piercing blue eyes, “It’s ok, J. I know you won’t love me…” You moved your head to the side.
J was shocked, his heart beating faster then ever before. You had never been able to look away from his eyes before, it was the one thing that could hold your attention for hours. J held himself up with one hand and used to other to grip your chin and force you to face him.

You were crying.

“Why are you crying now?!” J growled, sounding irritated. He didn’t understand what was going on which only frustrated him. His head was flooded with thoughts and his heart was heavy with worry.

“I can be better..” You whispered, “I can focus more so maybe.. maybe you would..”

You didn’t need to finish the sentence for J to catch on. If you could focus, maybe he would love you. J closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, you were looking up at him with worry. Those soft, (e/c) eyes were still letting tears fall, makeup from yesterday’s adventure was smudged. J released your chin and gently wiped your tears away. You closed your eyes as J pressed his lips to you. He was being surprisingly gentle, which must have been hard for him, so you enjoyed the tender moment.

“I already do.” J whispered after he pulled away. You tilted your head in confusion then blushed, eyes wide. That was as close as you would ever get to an “I love you.” and yet you were completely satisfied. J nipped at your neck, letting you process his words. Suddenly you pulled his face towards you, crashing your lips onto his.
You kissed him hungrily, biting his lip gently every now and then. J growled slipped his tongue in your mouth, battling for dominance. His hands gripped your hips harshly and you yelped in pain. J immediately recoiled, looking over you and sighed at the sight of your bloody bandage.

“Doctor said no sex 'till your stitches heal.” J grumbled, moving off the bed to get you fresh gauze.

“Oh no!” You cried dramatically, “Whatever shall we do in the mean time?”

J rolled his eyes but you saw him smirk. He sat you up as you started to list of relaxing activities for you two to do. While you went off on a mindless rant of ideas, J gently cleaned around the stitches and rewrapped your stomach with a clean bandage.

“..Or we could-” You were still talking when J completed his task so he loosely gripped your throat.

“The doctor didn’t say anything about fucking that pretty mouth of yours to shut you up, though.” J smirked teasingly. He chuckled at your blushing face and kissed your forehead.

“Cuddles?” You asked while your boyfriend grabbed the remote to the tv. He flopped onto the bed as he looked for something to watch

“Cuddles will do.” J replied, opening his arms and pulling you close. You both smiled happily as you watched the news.

J started cracking up as the news anchors told a gruesome story of a blind man who was hit by cars on the freeway! You would think he had a sick sense of humor until he explained the story of the ex-henchman. As J told his story, you watched his every move and couldn’t help smiling at him. You weren’t paying attention to the words he was saying but you could listen to the man all day.
So maybe focusing wasn’t your strong suit, that’s ok, your attention would always be on the man you loved.

You could definitely focus on J.