ears and scars

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Jungkook’s innocent eyes. Jungkook’s majestic nose. Jungkook’s soft lips. Jungkook’s sharp jaw.Jungkook’s cute ears. Jungkook’s adorable scar. Jungkook’s fluffy hair. Jungkook’s beautiful smile. Jungkook’s dashing smirk. Jungkook’s piercing eyes.Jungkook’s sensual neck. Jungkook’s broad shoulders. Jungkook’s manly biceps. Jungkook’s sexy waistline. Jungkook’s thick thighs. Jungkook’s long model’s legs. Jungkook’s irrealistic body proportions. Jungkook’s long slim fingers. Jungkook’s delicate hands. Jungkook’s breathy voice. Jungkook’s boyish earrings. Jungkook’s boyfriend shirts. Jungkook’s classic timberlands.Jungkook’s white T-shirt.Jungkook’s adorable beanies. Jungkook’s circle glasses. Jungkook’s evil giggles. Jungkook’s loud cackle. Jungkook’s seal clapping -laugh. Jungkook’s softness. Jungkook’s admirable strength. Jungkook’s workout obsession. Jungkook’s hidden abs. Jungkook’s tears.Jungkook’s meme faces.Jungkook’s love for army 💙

If You Stayed

Peter Parker x Reader

“I love your freckles.” “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” “I’d like it if you stayed.”
Or in this case: the truth comes out.

Summary: Peter finally feels like he’s in the right place to tell you what he does. Intimacy helps that along. The first time. And maybe a second. Peter is 19/20ish.

Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V  Part VI

Warnings: A lot of very heavy, very obvious insinuation. Listen, I don’t write smut, I write lovin, because let’s be real here guys, that boy would be the sweetest.

As your brain emerged from the foggy, comfortable place of sleep, the first sensation you recognized was that of the light of the sun beaming in through your bedroom window, the warmth of it enveloping your skin. The backs of your eyelids flashing in time with the clouds as they lazily drifted past the sun. Your ears took in the signs of life outside your window: car engines and their various rumblings, the loud pumping siren of horns as one too many motorists signaled their impatience, the chiming bell of a bicycle, the yip of a dog, and the pealing laughter of a woman and child.

Then there was the lovely sound of the steady, familiar breaths being taken by the body next to yours.

You smiled tenderly as the happenings of the last couple of hours played out on the darkened screens of your lids; your memories fresh, your heart light as it floated within your chest.

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Headcanon: Vikings and their scars

On request, how would the vikings act about their scars if their significant other wakes up aside them and runs her finger over the scars they have. 

Björn Ironside

Originally posted by gheorgheandrei

  • Would be very detailed and proud

He would smirk when you run your finger over his scars, laying all snuggled up aside him he would take his time to tell you each and every story. He wouldn’t hesitate in telling about it because he is way to proud of the scars that run over his chest. He would touch his own scars in telling, until the edge of dead in his stories, he wouldn’t mind your scared look. Björn loves to see his own scars, for you to look at them because they are a signal of how he become a man and a leader.

‘Those without scars don’t deserve to be called men.’ He reacted on your finger light touch. ‘Not every man fights in the front lines of armies.’ You whispered, not even looking up from the slightly pink edges around his scar. ‘Every man fights for something, if it isn’t for his home it is for love, power or a claim.’ His voice went a little deeper, still husky from just waking up. ‘Where do you fight for?’ You asked, looking up to him. He smiled, caressing your cheek. ‘All four.’ And he kissed you lightly on the lips.

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Originally posted by joligraphie

  • Would turn every scar about you

Ubbe is all about family and honor. Because you are probably the most important thing in his life everything he fights for is for you. Every battle he will think of you, every scar he would take for you. You would be constant in his mind. So when you lay aside him, running your fingers over his scars he would caress your hair, tell you how much better he fought because of you. He probably would catch your fingers in the act, reassuring you in every possible way. Deep inside he is proud of the scars he has but he isn’t bragging about it, he knows how lucky he is to still lying there beside you.

‘See it as a symbol of love, I conquered all of that for you.’ He smiled, leading your fingers away from the uneven skin on his chest. ‘Not everything can be for love. There are among them that where before there was a you and me.’ You looked up to him and he tilted his head before he pushed you over on your back. You laid your finger on the scar slight crossing his face. ‘I would bare a hundred scars for you my love.’ He promised.

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Originally posted by valyavalkyrie

  • Would comfort you over them

We all know Hvitserk is all about sex and food but when it comes to scars he doesn’t know how to handle it. If he sees you looking at them he probably would reassure you it doesn’t present much, or it wasn’t that bad while when he is among his brothers he would joke or brag about it. Especially his love for you reminds him he could lose you pretty easily and for that you would see a lot of things in his eyes while running your finger over it. He doesn’t want to make a fuss about it around you, just to keep you safe, to not make you scared in the next time he goes raiding. He would answer the questions when you ask them but he leaves the details behind.

‘I’m not scared, not in the moment. But when I look down to them I remember how much times I could lost you, don’t have touched you.’ He was open and you tenderly looked up to him. ‘It makes me scared of loosing you. A little. But they are heroic.’ You agreed. He cupped your face and you lost the contact with his skin. ‘No wound or god can seperate me from you.’ ‘So this represents the fights you had with the gods?’ You asked him. A playful smile jumped on his face. ‘Something like that.’ He chuckled.

Sigurd Snake in the Eye

Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre

  • Wouldn’t want you to touch them

For him scars are marks of battles he couldn’t won. He got injured and for that he isn’t a real viking, not as untouchable as he thought he would be as a son of Ragnar. For that Sigurd doesn’t like to talk about it, he would even be a little snappy at the beginning, pushing you away. In that way his sensitivity come above what, not caring and caring at the same time. In the end he would probably let you, but he wouldn’t love it to much because he things he isn’t worthy, he wasn’t strong enough, he wasn’t like his father.

‘I don’t give about the scars, the only thing they do is bringing up the past.’ He muttered, shifting his weight a little. You pushed your fingers shortly up before you laid them back on one of those scars. ‘They make you a man.’ ‘A man that can’t fight properly.’ He reacted rather short. You looked up to him and gave him a reassuring smile. ‘Not every man needs to be the best fighter Sigurd.’ You comforted him.

Ivar The Boneless

Originally posted by ivartheheathen

  • Would act with mixed feelings

Ivar is on opposite sides of a coin. The one moment he would brag about them, tell everybody how he slayed his demons and won yet another fight. Everybody could see his scars, he would be proud, dominant over them. But when he is alone with you and your so softly scout your fingers over his chest he would be mixed about it. Not knowing what to say or how to act. He has a lot more scars, because of his legs, and you know more than anything that aren’t only body scars. He probably would shut down, leave you on comforting him, kiss them, love them because they are part of who he is and he should be proud about it.

‘They are my conquering, not my love, my proud, they are just a mark of what I won.’ He didn’t snap but you felt like he didn’t know what to say else about it. You pressed your lips on the mark just under his nipple and looked up to him. ‘They are symbolic to the king you are Ivar.’ ‘Hardly.’ He muttered. ‘So you say that without them you would be king either way?’ You asked him a little amused. ‘I’m saying they do only half the job, you do the other part.’ He said, grabbing you around your waist. ‘They suit you.’ ‘Shut up now.’ He commanded.

Harald Finehair

Originally posted by that-was-not-supposed-to-happen

  • Would love you to touch them

Harald is a king, he knows what he wants and isn’t shy on taking or asking. Just as Björn he wouldn’t hold back on the details. He probably would swing an imaginary sword just to show you how it all came down. There would be that smile on his lips when your fingers touch them, he would probably ask you to kiss them to. He would take a scar for power, gold and even for you, he isn’t scared about adding one to his … ‘collection’ because that is what it is for him, a way of showing the word how much he already won.

‘A king needs his scars, only then he can become a king.’ He replied on the touch of your fingers, the thoughts through your head. ‘You are a fine king.’ You replied while nodding. ‘Offcourse, don’t you see that.’ He grinned, looking down to the way you touched his scars. ‘They are almost as beautiful as you are.’ He followed. You knew you needed to take that as a compliment, because his scars meant a great deal, just as you did.

Halfdan The Black

Originally posted by jorindelle

  • Wouldn’t talk much about how they got there

Halfdan isn’t much of a talker, certainly not about things that are behind him. Yes he treasures each and every single one of those scars but it wouldn’t mean much for him. For that he would probably distract you in things that are far more in the presents, like you laying next to him. But if you push through he would tell you about how dramatically he fought to come back to you. He would take it a little as a joke only because it doesn’t matter much and doesn’t want you to worry about it. To avoid that he would take advantage of your weaknesses, your love for him. What he totally wouldn’t accept is you having scars in any way of protecting or fighting for him, that would be not even a subject.

‘Let me bare all the scars, as long as your skin is smooth and you’re around it doesn’t matter how far they run.’ He whispered, dragging his fingers over your naked back, making you shiver. ‘So I can’t wear one?’ You asked as he clenched his fingers into your as, pressing his lips against your ear. ‘The only scar you can have is one of child birth.’ He answer, dragging his teeth along your neck. ‘You are avoiding the subject.’ ‘I know.’ He murmured. Not that you could stick to it when he touched you there.

It Takes Two (2) - Negan Imagine

Chapter Summary: During an unexpected visit, you finally reveal your feelings to Negan - gaining an unexpected response from him. 

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: You live in Alexandria with your very sassy daughter, Riley. After Negan takes over, Riley grows to be the one and only person that challenges him - and to say the least, he loves it. 

Word Count: 2.3k 

Fandom: The Walking Dead 

Warnings & A/N: okay wow, everyone loves this story. THANKFULLY I love it too, aka i’ll actually update this story a lot like the responsible fic writer that i am not | *spoilers* (i think) mention of Negan’s backstory 

Theme: angst

Playlist | Tags: (if you want off or on the tag list let me know!) @negan–is–god @deepsouth


One, Three, Four, Five, Six, SevenEight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

Originally posted by diver5ion

A few days had passed since you had last seen Negan. Since then, you couldn’t seem to keep him off of your mind. You were stuck in a loop of pondering just who he was. You kept thinking it’d only be for the best - no matter Riley’s new obsession with Lucille - to keep her away from Negan.

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NCT 127 reaction to hearing you swear for the first time


Anon: all of the members reaction to hearing you swear for the first time!! i feel like it would be super cute

I’ve decided to only do 127 because otherwise there are too many members! If you want me to do this for another unit/member, please say! 

also sorry that these are so generic, they’re all like “omg no!!!! my ears!” kind of thing. i don’t think they’d actually care if you swear but i’m doing this for a request so

also im putting my reactions under the cut now bc i write too much :)))

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Scars, Marks, and Tattoo’s.

Wayhaught Fluff - Sorry about this. Enjoy! 

The first time they had sex Nicole was focused. So focused on giving Waverly everything, that she didn’t have time to memorize every freckle, and scar on her girlfriend’s body.

So the second time they had sex she made sure to examine every inch of Waverly’s body. She was determined to find out everything she could about this woman though the marks on her body.

She kissed the small birthmark she found below her left ear.

“What about this scar?” She asked as she gently kissed the white mark near her elbow.

“Bike accident when I was 9.” Waverly smiled as she stroked her fingers through her girlfriends hair.

She continued to kiss down her body, smiling as she found three freckles on right hip. Nicole’s lips traveled to the other side of her hip. And then they stopped.

She pulled back to examine the colorful ink on the smaller woman’s hip bone. It was small but Nicole still wondered how on earth she had missed an hour ago when they stripped each other naked.

“Waves, what’s this?” She smiled as her fingertips danced over the bright tattoo. It was a feather, one that looked somewhat like a peacock feather. It was colorful, and detailed, and beautiful.

Waverly leaned up on her elbows so she could see Nicole’s face. “Oh that…it’s nothing…it’s stupid.” She stuttered a bit, trying to dismiss the ink.

Nicole’s eyes didn’t move from the tattoo. Her fingers continued to moved back and forth over it. “It’s not stupid, it’s pretty.” She said as she brought her lips to the feather tattoo. “Does it mean anything?” She asked looking back at Waverly with that warm encouraging smile of hers. Nicole saw Waverly’s expression change. She knew it meant something but she might not be ready to talk about it. “You don’t have to tel-”

“No it's…” Waverly sat up a bit and took a breath. “I don’t remember a lot about my dad.” Nicole could hear the hurt in her girlfriend’s voice. She rested her arm across Waverly’s hip and then rested her head there as she watched her talk. “He died when I was so young that most of the memories I have of him are just a blur now. But…when I was little…” Waverly smiled as she lost herself in the moment. “He would always pick me up and say ‘my little Wave is as light as a feather’. Eventually he just started calling me his little feather.” She shrugged. “I don’t know it was just always the one thing I remembered. The one thing I held onto, ya know?” She looked back at Nicole who nodded her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “And then on my 18th birthday, I was walking to my car in the morning and this feather was sitting on my windshield. It was so beautiful and bright, like a peacock feather but…but it didn’t make any sense, I had never seen anything like it. 

“Waves, I have chills.” Nicole’s chimed in.

Waverly laughed and nodded. “I did too. So I got in the car, and drove right to the tattoo shop. I brought the feather in with me and the next thing I know…” she motioned to the ink on her hip.

“Baby….” Nicole smiled. “I love that.” She looked back at the tattoo. 

“Champ hated it. He said it was gay and that girls shouldn’t have tattoos.” Waverly said as she watched the way Nicole admired it.

“Yeah, well Champ is a walking talking homophobic dude bro stereotype that wouldn’t know beauty if it smacked him across the face.” Nicole rolled her eyes and Waverly laughed. “Baby this is beautiful.”

“I think so too.” Waverly nodded feeling the tears well up in her eyes too.

“Plus…I always found tattoos on girls kinda hot.” Nicole smiled up at Waverly before kissing the ink again.

“Oh yeah?” She smiled back.

“Yeah, its badass.” Nicole giggled.

“Would you ever get one?” Waverly asked with that mischievous glint in her eyes.

Nicole thought for a minute. “Yeah I think I would.”

“What would you get?” Waverly asked as she brushed a strand of hair out of the redhead’s face.

“I don’t know…..” she thought again. “Maybe a wave.” She laughed as she glanced up at Waverly.

Waverly felt her heartbeat quicken. She stuttered out a “really?”

Nicole’s nodded as she said “yeah….I really love the ocean.” Waverly laughed and smacked her in the arm. Nicole laughed too and continued to kiss her hip bone. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really. But us Earps have a pretty high pain tolerance.” Waverly grinned.

“So I’ve heard.” Nicole’s giggled.

“You know, no one’s ever asked me about it before.” Waverly commented.

“Really? Not even Champ?” Nicole’s asked.

“No, all he said when he saw it was ‘what’s that’ ‘looks dumb’.” Waverly lowered her voice as she impersonated him.

“What an intellectual.” Nicole’s said sarcastically.

“I mean not a lot of people have seen it. I guess a couple of the girls I went to a lake house with a few years ago, Champ, and my aunt saw it once…but no one ever asked about it.” She said as she ran her finger through Nicole’s hair again.

“Well I’m glad I did. It’s a great story Waves.” Nicole gave her another smile. “I like learning about you.”

Waverly laughed and leaned forward to kiss Nicole. “There’s a scar on my knee from a wall ball tournament in 5th grade.” She whispered against her girlfriend lips when they pulled away. Nicole laughed and found the scar on Waverly’s right knee. “15 stitches but I won and that’s what matters.”

“I bet you were a crazy kid.” Nicole’s laughed as she let her fingers touch the faded scar.

“Had to live up to the name somehow.”

Nicole lifted her chin to showed Waverly a small scar. “Freshman year of college, fell in the shower.”

“What?!” Waverly laughed.

“I may have been a little drunk but yeah slipped and cut my chin pretty bad.” She explained.”oh and this finger.” She said holding up her ring finger on her right hand. “See how it’s kind crooked.” Waverly examined it and nodded. “Slammed it in the car door at 16.”

They continued to talk about all the scars they had, the body parts they had broken doing stupid things, the genetic and oddly shaped birthmarks on their bodies.

The love they made after that felt intimate, almost more intimate than their first time. Because now they knew things about each other, things no one else did. There was a vulnerability that came with learning about someone else’s scars and marks, someone’s past.

Before they fell asleep that night Nicole found herself stroking the tattoo again, her eyes fixated on the ink. “He was right, you know.”

“Who?” Waverly was laying on her side facing Nicole, her sleepy eyes transfixed on her girlfriends face.

“Your dad.” Nicole smiled as she looked back at Waverly. “You are light as a feather.” Waverly couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “And I don’t just mean physically.” She laughed “You…you have this way about you Waves.” Nicole brushed the hair out of Waverly’s face and let it linger on her cheek. “When I’m with you I feel light. I feel like I’m floating.”

“I feel that way too…when I’m with you.” Waverly nuzzled her face against Nicole’s hand and closed her eyes.

“You really are like this feather. Colorful, and bright, and so…so beautiful.” Nicole spoke and Waverly opened her eyes again. Her eyes immediately met Nicole’s and all she was was love. For the first time she saw someone that understood her. Someone that just got it. Yes it was just a tattoo but Nicole knew what it really meant to her. She got the real meaning behind it. She could feel the tears well up again. “It fits you Waves.” Waverly nodded and then curled her body against Nicole’s.

Nicole held her in her arms that night, strong but delicate, as if she was hold the most precious feather.

The day Mussolini defeated an antifascist in a swordfight.  Claudio Treves, notorious antifascist journalist known for usage of aggressive and offensive terms in his articles against Benito or his ideals, challenged the Duce on 29 March 1915 in a swordfight;  Benito obviously accepted. Eyewitnesses talked about a bloody furious fight, 25 minutes divided in 8 consecutive assaults, no holds barred: Treves accused multiple cuts on the forehead, arm, armpit and contusions all over his chest, while Benito got his ear scarred.

As a fandom, I think we’ve accepted that Tolkien’s elves had very sensitive ears. Something that I’ve been thinking a lot about recently, seeing fanart of the elves and reading meta, is elves in earrings. Because it would be so painful for elves to get them, I think they’d be part of a warrior’s rite of passage, and the number of earrings an elf had would be a testament to their strength and valor and skill in battle. Less skilled warriors, or new ones, would have a rather pirate-y look because of the uneven number of earrings, or they would just have the one on one ear.

It would start with purely practical earrings: no-nonsense studs with no adornment. These elves mean business, and anything more elaborate might get in the way. But somewhere along the way, as the warriors gain power and status, and as the elven cultures develop their artistry in times of peace, the earrings become more elaborate. They become not only a sign of skill and strength, but a way to show wealth and display their artistry. Elven kings of old wear earrings that sparkle and shine like stars framing their faces, and sometimes they commission matching crown and earring sets. Smiths that craft earrings are in high demand, and their fine work is highly respected.

Of course, there is the odd elf or two that has warrior skills but refuses to wear earrings. Perhaps they believe in the sanctity of their Eru-given bodies, perhaps some are simply uninterested. Others, like Elrond, perhaps, simply find such displays of skill to be boastful and unwise. He does not want all of his friends, allies, or visitors to see his skill in combat every time they look at him, and he would much rather surprise an opponent with his capability than draw enemies with proud displays. Or, perhaps he has just seen too many earringed elves fall to foes, and knows the futility of such frivolity.

Glorfindel would be just riddled with earrings. Elves would ask him how many he wore, and he would laugh in his ringing voice and tell them to guess. It becomes part of his legend; when they retell his conquering of the Balrog, elves never forget to mention his earrings. With every retelling the number grows. Glorfindel, of course, does nothing to dispel the fantastic rumors. But when Eru brings him back to Arda with a new body, he leaves his earrings behind. His suffering and new purpose have sobered him some, and he wonders if Elrond may be right about not wearing them.

Maedhros, too, had ears studded with almost more earrings than could be counted. Feanor was proud to give his sons their first earrings, and helped them pierce their ears themselves. He continued the tradition as he led his sons to rebellion, and Maedhros was his firstborn with deeds to match his status. But that was before his captivity, before the tortures of Morgoth. Now his ears are scarred and misshapen, and he is too ashamed of himself and his father to have them pierced again. Now, he is the only Feanorian that does not wear earrings, though he, perhaps, deserves to wear them most of all.

After All Things (Part VI)

Or: ‘Today, We Are.’

Peter Parker x Reader

This is Part VI of my series that chronicles Peter and a new reader as they deal with the fallout of the events in ‘It’s A Lot Like Falling.‘

Summary: He was here: Peter Benjamin Parker, the man who was made of light. Peter is 25. Words: 1.8k.

This is the end of all things. Thank you for reading.

After All Things: Part I  Part II Part III  Part IV  Part V  Part VI

Mood board and After All Things: A Playlist by @jedistardust

“Marry me,” and it wasn’t really a question, “tonight, let’s get married.” He was still on his knees, red and blue of his suit glowing against the pale color of your sweater, strong arms clinging to you, fingers tight and scrunching at the knitted fabric where he held onto everything. You pulled away from him, chestnut colored curls spilling all over the place as you ran fingers through sweaty, rain soaked locks; glossy brown of his eyes like kindling for the fire in them as he looked up at you.

The bird that was your heart rattled in the cage of your chest, his words terrifying and exciting and enough to cause that little thing nestled safely below it and the strength of his arms to shift and kick at your insides; precious, fluttery warmth asking you, asking him, the only way that it yet knew how.

The feeling of his words was crushing, but in that way that made you jittery and consumed with good.

But then your brain reined you in, clipping at the feathers of those wings a little to prevent your heart from flying away too soon. To prevent you from falling too hard when the reality of his words sunk in and he realized this was probably just a reaction to what had almost happened again.

When he started thinking too hard and too fast.

Your whole body shivered from the rain, the cold air, his words, and the remaining adrenaline pumping through narrowing veins; excess nerves your body was still trying to figure out what to do with.

His arms squeezed a little tighter, pulled you back into him.

“Peter, sweetheart, you need a minute to calm down,” delicate fingers smoothed over messy brows, working to put them back into place; disturbed from the violent way he’d ripped his mask off to get at you, to bring his skin to yours in the desperate way he’d needed to, the same way yours had called to him in that moment, “I’m not going anywhere, you don’t nee - ” Your lips halted as you took in the dejected expression on his face.

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Trust: Chapter 1

Jack is broken. Blind and injured, unable to trust those around him after being rescued from Talon, he tries to push everyone away. However, Gabriel, adrift and trying to embrace the past and adapt to Overwatch once more, refuses to be pushed away determined that Jack will feel safe again. Kitty!76.

Disclaimer: As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

Inspired by @noodl and Captain of the Hunt on Twitter.

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peggaboo  asked:

Prompt: All of team paladin finds themselves up on the bridge/ in the kitchen because they could'nt sleep (for various reasons), it turns into a cake eating hangout or slumber party. It's probably been done to death, I know, but it's always a nice trope.

I want you to know that this is titled “Castle of Lions passes the burrito test”. It ended up being just two people (sorry!) but it was a conversation I wanted to write so. Here it goes.

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Sim Request - Ren Nephele

An adventurer/ free spirit sim for @ash503! I hope you like her!


Gallery | ID: STARGIRL4984

Note: I only dressed her for everyday, so you will have to decide her other outfits.

CC List

Eyes |  Skins 1 2 | Hair | Lips | Eyeliner | Top | Jeans | Shoes | Earrings | Septum PiercingHair Ties | Scar (cleft lip scar) | Beanie | Beauty Marks |

Thank you to all the creators!

mariesbookblog  asked:

OK HEAR ME OUT I was in the shower thinking about the stark and vinegar au (not like that but like a how can I cause maximum angst kind of way) AND! What if when tiny Steve went back he DID replace big Steve and one day big Steve wakes up with both timelines in his head? He remembers 'being right' but also thinking he's full of shit. Hating himself but also Bucky! What would happen?!

Okay but neither Steve ever hated Bucky? skinny!Steve is actually devastated that Bucky suffered, and he’s sorry for what he went through and he hopes that when he goes back to his time that he’ll be able to protect his best friend better. skinny!Steve hates big!Steve for deciding that Tony didn’t need to know about Bucky murdering his parents and then instead of begging for forgiveness when Tony found out about it, he doubled down on how he wasn’t wrong. skinny!Steve understands why Bucky ran, why Bucky wouldn’t tell Tony. big!Steve should have told him though. And to know that Tony found out about it like–like that? With the added betrayal from big!Steve? skinny!Steve weeps for him. Tony would have been upset either way but he would have appreciated hearing it from big!Steve instead of seeing his parents being strangled and beaten to death. He honestly hopes that Bucky gets help, but he also wants Bucky to stay away from Tony until Tony is ready to see him.

(Bucky understands this. He gets it. He remembers all of his kills, and Howard and Maria’s deaths were brutal. He’d just… never thought about the victims that hadn’t died, the ripple effect he had, the people close to his marks that were left with a human-shaped hole in their life. He’s sorry. Maybe one day he will get to apologize to Tony without Tony looking sick to his stomach about having to be in the same room with him.)

I imagine it would really fuck Steve up if this were to happen–he’d hate himself, be even angrier with himself than he already was. He was right but he was wrong and he’d ruined everything even though he loved Tony, could remember the taste of him on his lips, the feel of his body under his hands. He could remember Tony whispering quiet, shy ‘I love you’s into his bony shoulder, could remember whispering ‘I love you too’s against Tony’s ear, his scarred up chest, his lips, on top of remembering slamming the shield into the reactor. He could remember one last kiss with trembling lips and a sad, broken, ‘You need to go back,’ and angrily thinking that he didn’t, that he needed to stay here and love Tony like he should be loved–and thinking good fucking riddance you smug little menace don’t let the portal hit you on the way out.

It would probably fuck him up royally to the point that he would never leave the gym, punch the bags until his knuckles are bloody and broken. They’d probably have to get Wanda to get him to stop.

(Even Tony would be horrified. Steve’s left splattered smears on the leather, some of his knuckle bones are exposed from how long he’s been wailing on this bag, and he probably hasn’t noticed but he’s shaking. Wanda hesitates at the thought of touching Steve’s mind when he’s like this but Tony grips her arm, whispers a desperate, horrified please, and there’s a crunch of bone breaking and it could be his knuckles but it could also be Steve’s fingers or wrists and she desperately doesn’t want to touch his mind.)

((Luckily she doesn’t have to because even Steve’s super-soldier skull is no match for a metal fist. Bucky leans over Steve’s crumpled body, frowning, then hooks a hand under one of Steve’s arms and drags him to medical. Wanda and Tony don’t notice they’re grasping each other in horror until long after they’re gone. They’re too terrified by what they’ve seen to be upset about it though.))

The Joker x Reader - “Gone”

Losing your daughter was a nightmare. Nothing compares to the horrible feeling of not having her around anymore. To say your relationship with The Joker is under pressure would be an understatement.

You barely speak to each other anymore. There are days when the only question you ask is if he wants coffee and that’s it. Most of the times, J doesn’t even bother to answer, just nods a yes or a no.

So much silence without her…Numbed by sorrow and misery, you don’t even know how you make it from one week to another. You still sleep in the same bed with the Joker, keeping your distance. He can barely tolerate your presence also. Confined to the prison of your grief, everything that kept both of you together seems nothing but a distant remembrance.

When you start crying at night, J just leaves without a word. He likes to go and sleep in her room, not wanting to hear your sobbing. You never go to your daughter’s bedroom in the same time.

There are moments you feel your heart is going to shatter to pieces so you sneak into her chamber, searching around for that something you are aware you won’t find. She’s not there anymore and it hits you so hard you have to collapse on the small bed, hugging her favorite teddy bear, crying your eyes out until you fall asleep.


It’s raining like crazy.

Emma used to get scared by thunder and ran into the master bedroom, wanting to sleep in between her parents. You can almost hear her little steps on the hardwood floor. The Joker always objected but never chased her away. He was actually the first one to soothe her and you let him have it; you knew his child was one of the few distractions he would indulge.

You glare at the blank space in between you; so much distance and nothing to fill the emptiness with. J is laying there on his back, covering his face with his right arm. You know he’s not sleeping, probably tormented by the same memories as you are.

“I miss my baby…” you whisper and he doesn’t reply. You sigh, wishing she was still with you. “Do you remember when she was born?” you continue. “Didn’t fuss too much…”

No reaction.

You crawl on his side, getting on top of him, take your boy-shorts and t-shirt off, pulling down his boxers in the process.

There’s no objection.

You slowly move on top of him, softly moaning as he holds tightly to your hips, trying to hold in his groans. It’s just been so long.

Mindless, desperate sex because you want to feel something…anything. J didn’t push you away which means he apparently shares the same perspective. Afterwards, your return to your side, squeezing one of the pillow to your chest; you didn’t even kiss him and he didn’t seem to care.


The gun shot wakes you up and you instantly jump out of bed, alarmed, not realizing what’s going on. You’re so groggy you stumble on the blanket that ended up on the floor earlier and almost fall on your knees. Another gun shot. It’s definitely coming from upstairs.

“ J ?” you raise your voice and rush to the upper story, scared to death. “J ?” When you barge into her room, The Joker is there, sitting on her bed with the gun in his lap. You’re shaking so badly you have to let yourself slide down against the wall, gasping for air. “Jesus, I thought…” you can’t even finish while you wipe the cold sweat from your forehead, relieved.

“You’re not that lucky,” he snarls, staring you down.

“Lucky?! How would be losing you too considered lucky, hm?” you struggle to regain your self-control, jittery from the incident. “What…what are you shooting at?”

“I don’t know,” the honest response discloses the truth.

“Don’t do this to me again…” you beg, wrapping your arms around your knees in a faded effort to ease the heartache.

“Ooohh, let me guess: you still care?” J grins, chuckling in such a manner it makes you wince:

“Of course I care…”

“Get out of here, I want to be alone!” he suddenly snaps, pointing out towards the door.

Such a dreadful feeling hanging on your shoulders, such a burden…and it will never vanish.

“She was my little girl too…” you gulp, dismissing his demand. “You’re not the only one that suffers…” you sniffle, not moving when his eyes burn with resentment. You are finally on your feet again and step towards him.

“Don’t!” he barks. “Get out!”

“No…” and the gun being pointed at you doesn’t make you flinch.

”I said get out!!!” The safety clicks and you stop in front of him, waiting. “Are you deaf?!  I don’t want you in here!” J shouts without success.

You just prepare for whatever outcome may happen.

“I don’t blame you…” you reach you hand to lower his. “I really don’t…You protected her, there is nothing else you could have done…”

“Shut up…” he growls, not wanting to hear about it.

“It wasn’t you fault…It really wasn’t…” you utter in low voice, speaking your mind. The Joker pants, fighting against the emotions building up inside of him and finally allows you to take his gun.

“Get out…” he repeats and you grant his wish, taking the pistol with you. “I hate you for giving me a daughter I couldn’t keep ! Why don’t you want me to have her back?” he lashes out, unable to keep it in.

“She was my baby too and we can’t have her back…” J distinguishes your hurtful response before you close the door.

Your child’s death wasn’t his fault. You were out of town and J took her with him to one of the hideouts since he had important business to take care of. His new acquisition of guns, explosives and ammunition needed to be sorted out and moved to other locations. While the henchmen worked on packaging and sealing the boxes, one of the grenades was accidentally set off and triggered a tremendous chain reaction. At that moment, The Joker and your daughter were in the office, but didn’t make it any better. He had time to shield her with his body before he lost consciousness. The strong blast nearly leveled the entire building.

J was severely injured, took him two month to recover. That’s why he lost hearing in his left ear and the deep scar going across his right eye makes it difficult to see from time to time: his vision gets blurry and gives him horrible migraines. A corrective eye surgery was suggested, but he didn’t follow up on it.

Emma sustained critical traumatic injuries and didn’t survive. She was only 5.

You take a sit on the stairs, stashing the gun to the side of the railing, bawling and shivering from anxiety. My God, how terrified you were for those few long moments you believed you’ll find him dead upstairs! It’s just like something awoken inside of you, buried and ignored for months, fighting to get to the surface at any cost.

One hour passes by and you gather your strength to get up again and return to her bedroom to check up on him. J fell asleep on the bed, curled up on top of the blankets. He senses you snuggling behind him, your arms holding his waist and he squirms, preparing to flee.

“Don’t go…”you plead with shaky voice. “Please stay…”

The Joker takes a deep breath, debating on your request.

“I really miss my baby…and I miss you…I’m so alone…Please stay…Just this time…Yes?…” and you kiss the back of his neck, hoping he will listen to your plea. “I want us to be together in here for once…Please stay…It’s just so hard…and it hurts…”

J feels your tears on his skin and shifts so he can face you.

“You know, Princess…” (you whimper since he didn’t call you any names in forever) ”…this is the most we talked in ages,” he justly mentions, frowning.

“Yes it is…” you sniffle, grateful he’s still there and caress his cheek.

“You could’ve at least thanked me for the good time I gave you; I’m not a piece of meat, you know?” he mutters, kissing your forehead and you smile through tears, hugging him as tight as you can.

“I love you,” the words follow and it comforts him in a way he didn’t think possible. Last time you told him was months ago. “ I love you.” You kiss him, savoring his taste and how soft his lips are. “I want to sleep here until morning, OK?”

The Joker grumbles something that sounds as an approval, exhausted from the bad night that turned out…bearable in the end.

“Did you even read through the folder?” he points his finger towards the binder that is always on her playing table.

“I did…” you take a deep breath, uneasy. “Over and over again…but you know my opinion about the whole thing…”

Last time you two kind of have a conversation was 6 months ago; it was about that and it ended up in a terrible fight. The portfolio is about “Lenixx Inc. – Institute of Research & Development of Human Genome.” They had a strong start on the genetics market, the most hyped and talked about cloning program; so many successes and so many failures also. The failure part is the one that worries you.

“I want us to try it,” J lifts your chin up so he can see you better. “I want my Emma back!”

“I can’t…I can’t…” you shake your head, upset he won’t drop the idea.
“It’s NOT a request !!!” he snarls, pulling on your hair so hard it makes your eyes sting.

“Can you - can you imagine what it would do to us if it doesn’t work?! It would be like losing her again, the worst nightmare when we already live in hell. Why can’t you understand? Why are you so stubborn?!” you try to reason with a Joker that doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets his way somehow.

“Do you want me to stay?” J bites his lip, playing the ace in his sleeve.

“Yes, why even ask?” the sorrowful tone confirms what he is already certain of.

“Then I want us to try! Otherwise, I’m gone.”

“It’s not fair…” you weep, distressed by the difficult decision you have to make.

“I’m not known to be a fair person,” he wipes your tears, admitting to his own flaw for once. “You’re still young; if it works, you can have her again. Simple question: yes or no?” The Joker forcefully holds his grip on your body when you wiggle to escape.


J returns to the kitchen and squints his eyes when he notices the can of grape juice gone from the counter; he could swear he took one out of the fridge before going on the balcony.

“Hey, Pumpkin, did you take my grape juice?” he yells so you can hear him.

“Nooo, I’m upstairs, cleaning out the closet!”

“Hmm…” he smirks when he hears the giggle coming from under the table. “I wonder what happened to it…” (More muffled giggling). “Maybe the grape juice fairy stole it…” he pretends to dispute on the missing item, sniffling the air around. “I can smell her, I think she’s close. If I catch her, I’m gonna tickle her until she surrenders.”

“Hehehehe,” the little voice nervously echoes when his feet stop in front of the table.

“I think I know where she hides!” and he suddenly drops on his knees, making Emma scream and laugh like crazy while he drags her out from the fortress. “Com’ere!” he covers her in kisses and she hugs him with her tiny hands, holding to his can of grape juice.

“Daaa’yyy, stopppp,” she begs, continuing to laugh as The Joker tickles her too.

“You brat, stealing my favorite drink,” he lifts her up in his arms, heading up upstairs where you are.

“Da’yy, share?” your daughter smacks her lips, really wanting some of that juice for herself. She’s not his kid for nothing.

“Yes, we’ll share, but don’t tell mom, I don’t want to share with her too, OK?”

“OK, da’yy,” she enthusiastically bounces in his arms, her pigtails flying all over the place.

“Princess, I think she’s a natural, totally snatched my grape juice; already has great skills,” J proudly reports and you roll your eyes.

“Only you could be excited about that,” you come over to kiss her and she hands you over the can.

“Hey, I said we’re not going to share, kiddo!” he pouts, faking his disappointment.

“Mommy too, da’yy,” Emma cover his mouth with her small fingers.

“Traitor!” he mumbles under his breath.

“That’s my girl!” you praise her, opening the container. “Daddy really needs to shut it down sometimes!” and you give her the drink first, holding in it while she sips the sweet liquid. “It’s good?”

“U-hum,” she wipes her mouth, happy like no other.

“Such  a cute little doll,” J squishes her cheeks, placing a kiss on her temple.

“The cutest…” you whisper, biting on your nails, mesmerized by how joyful she is.

Nothing can ever compare with having your child back. And the man you love. For once in your life, you are thankful you listen to him.



anonymous asked:

So, I had this idea of a werewolf au with Dark, Anti, and the reader, but that's about as far as my brain would go with it. Would you be interested in thinking something up for it? If not, that's totally fine.

Hmm, I’m sure I can come up with something. I feel like a bulleted list would help better in organizing ideas. Perhaps if this AU is in high demand, I might actually write something for it.

  • Dark and Anti have been competing with each other so much that they’ve recognized and actually look out for each others’ smells. They also get unreasonably angry when they smell the other on you.
  • “What have you been doing with him?” “Just hanging out.” “Well, don’t. The mangy mutt will ruin you.”
  • “̨̰̮̲̲͈W̦͙̱̘̗̱o̙w͇̜̜̜̦,͖̲̝ ̲̙͠ỵ͇͔͔̖o҉̼͓̦̝̟̤u̺̪̩̺̱͚͜ͅ ͇̪̣͇͠ͅs̬m̙̰̀e̴̟̺l̡̝̭͈̻̠̳͍l̟ ̮͡a̲w̩̫̯̖̗f̫͓̺̳̣̱u̘̯͚̪l̥.̖̤̕ ̨̗̪͓D̶̯̤͈̼̗á͕̭͖̳͎͓̻r̨͉̮͚ḵ̶̩̭̯̹̭y͎͓͎̬̼ ̴̬b͖e͕e͓͖̻̯̘͘n̺͔̠͔ ̦͉͓a̧r̗̟̗͎̳̮͔ou̦̯̭̺n̻͈̦̹̻̠̝d̦ ̰̱͇͓̀a̠̹g͙̮̺a̝͘i͢n̵̯͙̰?͚̗͖̼͎̮̘"̱̼͙̫ͅͅ “What’s it to you?”  “̤̞̕W̫͚̩ḥ̩͝a̰̜̞̺̯͙t̜͇͙͕ ͔̗ç̗̦̦ͅa͏n͕͖̘͚̘̩͔ ̭̝̀I̼̗̖̟̖̟̠ ͢s̀a̭y̨͎̰͕, ̷̞͓͔͙̪̳ͅĮ͓͉̮͙'̤̰̖͎ͅm̱̱̘͇̖ ̦t͔̹̯̣́e̘̮͔̙̻͝r̛͚͍̩̗r̦̪̫͈̥̤̖it̥͇̫̞͈̼o̝̩r̶ia͕͈̝̳l̺͢.͚̠ ̤̭͘ͅDơ̘n̩̭̼'̵t͇̲̯̳̖̦ ͖̭̱̖̟̺ͅĺ̥̤̬̫i͠k͕͖͠ẹ̺̪̝̖ ̸̪̮̫̱̤̙̝h҉̦i̵̦̠̫̭͚̜m̘̫̯̯̹ͅ.̴̫ͅ"̺̱̙͕̪̰
  • Those two have been in more scraps than you could imagine. Anti’s probably got a chip missing from his ear, and Dark’s got scars on him that he tries to keep hidden.
  • They could just move on, but that’s basically losing, and neither of them wanna admit defeat.
  • Dark as a wolf tends to have more fur on him, but Anti’s actually warmer.
  • Dark is also the bigger of the two. He’s bulkier.
  • Anti is the faster of them, probably because he’s more lean and agile.
  • Anti also smells like blood a lot. Dark tends to keep himself clean to mask any sort of unpleasant scent.
  • Anti nuzzles. A lot. That’s his affection, and he’s certainly more affectionate than Dark.
  • Dark shows his affection through gifts. He’s a more refined hunter than Anti is so he pulls this off better anyway.
  • Anti is more likely to howl.
  • Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, he’s more in tune to his canine habits than Dark, who tries to hold on to his more “human” side. Not that he was ever really human in the first place. He just prefers sophistication.

YOUR OCEANs reaction to JR’s profile reveal (tweet)

Eyelashes… Nose ridge… Ear piercing scar… Hand… Kim Jonghyun… Kim Jonghyun… Everything is perfect… Perfect… I’ve died… No, I live in order to see this…

Jonghyun… What Happened… You are Handsome… I am Happy… Your Head.. Hand.. Extreme Highlight… The moment I saw your photo… As if someone hit me with a Hammer… H… I love