enjoying my break because 2 weeks is gonna go by fast

star-anise  asked:

I challenge you to retell any piece of Jack or Bitty's college years as a series of in-universe RPF callout posts

**whispers** dammit this is clever and I’ve never done a real callout post so let’s see how this goes

*clears throat, we’re now in the land of my UBER SUCESSFUL in-universe rpf blog. My character will be one of an ex-Pimms shipper who’s been jaded by the discourse surrounding Jack’s OD.* 

Here’s a brief coverage of Fall Semester of Year Two: 

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jihoon; what a cu-tea

Originally posted by cheolshu

pt. 2 of the café carat collab with @wen-junehui: jun, jihoon

feat. shy!Jihoon x female reader

word count: 1867

summary: a good ‘ol fashioned fluffy university café au with a squishy blushy jihoon and bonus boss snarky josh and a sassy minghao ENJOY

“Dude, stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop looking! Jesus, you look like you’re about to eat her.”

“Well.”

“Don’t.” Minghao covered his ears, feeling incredibly scandalized. “Nearly every girl here fits your bill of ‘pretty and sweet’, but what makes this one so special? Even Shua could classify as your ideal type.”

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La Douleur Exquise

Part 2 of You Belong With Me Word Count: 1,044 - la douleur exquise- (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable ~ “We can still be friends,” Barry says in a defeated tone. You stop walking and turn around to face him, “No we can’t. Everything’s gonna awkward now.” “(Y/N), it’s just a small crush, this will all blow over, and we’ll forget about it in, like, two days tops.”

“Barry, I’ve liked you for two years! I wouldn’t necessarily call that a ‘small crush’!”

“(Y/N)-”

“Just drop it. Forget this all happened.” You stormed off down the street, leaving you frustrated and Barry without a best friend.

~

After storming out of Barry’s apartment, you ran as fast as your legs could take you. Street signs were passing out of your peripherals and people were striding through the busy Central City night life.  With your heart racing, your head pounding, and your chest heaving, you eventually found yourself back at your apartment. You slammed the door closed and threw yourself on the couch.

The pain of heartbreak and rejection was consuming; consuming you like snow does to the lively outdoors in the winter. One phrase stayed in your mind while you laid on the couch in a heap of tears and pain.

  la douleur exquise

You were told this phrase by adults in your life. “Oh, you’ll experience it sometime,” they all said. Everyone of them had a different experience, a different story, but, one thing in common was the shared heartbreak.

  ~

For you la douleur exquise  felt almost impossible to overcome.


  For weeks you didn’t show up to STAR Labs because the thought of having to see Barry terrified you into oblivion. Weeks then turned into months and you eventually resigned from your position on Team Flash. You didn’t cut the ties completely; you still kept in contact with Caitlin and Cisco and you would go see them when Barry wasn’t there.

After six lonely months, you finally made your presence in the dating world again.  You went on many dates, most of them boring and drawn out, but, some could’ve had a promising future. No matter who you were on a date with, whether it was good or bad, something never felt right. All of the guys were perfect gentlemen, but, they weren’t him. They weren’t Barry and they never would be.

  “I am over him. I know I am. He didn’t feel the same way and he never will,” you muttered to yourself every time before a date. It didn’t matter how many times you attempted to convince yourself of this, your heart never listened. It still longed for Barry’s attention and Barry’s love.

~

  Today, you had another date planned. This was actually the third date that you have been on with this guy and you genuinely enjoyed the time you spent with him. Joshua made you forget about Barry, even though they had some similarities. Tall, intelligent, and awkward, but, maybe you had a type. When you were with Joshua, you could actually see a long relationship in the future and the thought made you happy for the first time in a long time. A knock on your door shook you out of your thoughts. You opened the door and there stood a giddy Joshua.

  “(Y/N), a-are you ready,” Joshua stuttered as he ran his hand through his hair. You nodded and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. His cheeks flushed red as he wrapped his arm around your waist and escorted you out of your apartment.

After a short car ride  filled with loving looks and small talk, you arrived at Jitters. Joshua hesitantly grabbed your hand, still terrified that you would pull away in disgust. You offered him a loving smile and walked to an empty table.  Sitting at the table with Joshua and making small talk made you think back to the possible future with him and you smiled. A few moments of silence had passed after that, leaving you in your thoughts until you were brought back to reality by Joshua’s hand grabbing yours.  He looked into your eyes longingly but quickly looked away.

“(Y/N), I know that this is our third date, but,  I feel like I could see something happening between us in the future. And I know that this m-may seem a little quick, b-but, I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he quickly stammered out. You looked at him in the eyes once again and smiled, “I would really enjoy that.“Joshua broke into a smile that ranged from ear to ear and he leaned over the table, planting a kiss on your lips. You broke the kiss and looked behind Joshua and saw him.

Him.

Of course he was here. The moment that he is not the one thing that you think about, he shows up again and ruins it. Barry saw you and looked at you in a shocked manner. He looks as if he had just seen a ghost. After Barry’s shocked state broke, he walked over to your table. Barry stands their awkwardly, glaring at Joshua before breaking the silence.

“H-How are you, (Y/N)? It’s been a while and w-who’s this?” Barry switched his weight between his feet and kept his hands in his pockets. You looked him in the eyes, still shocked that it has been six months since you had last seen him.

  “Barry, I’ve been doing well and this-this is Joshua, my boyfriend.”

Barry glared at Joshua for the second time since arriving at the table. Joshua shrunk in his seat in attempt to escape the hostile glare. Once Barry sensed his fear, he smiled and looked at you once again.

  “Well, it has been nice seeing you. Maybe, I’ll start seeing you at the lab again,” Barry winked. Could you start going back to lab? Things shouldn’t be as awkward since you have finally found someone. You nodded your head in agreement. Barry smiled and hugged you before walking away.

“It was meeting you Johnny,” Barry said as he was leaving.

Joshua straightened up in the chair and waved at Barry.

“It-It’s Joshua.”

a/n- sorry for the weird spacing at the beginning. I hope everyone enjoys it :)

-Cailynn

Freshman 15: Part 1

Reagan and her friend Lila, high school seniors, perused Instagram together while eating in the local mall food court. “Oh my god, look how fat Jenny looks in this picture Alyssa posted of her!” Reagan exclaimed. “No wonder she asked her to untag her,” smirked Lila. Reagan continued scrolling, noticing more girls who had graduated the year before looking more bloated and softer than she remembered them. “There is no way I will let myself go that much in college. Like they say everyone gains the freshman 15 but I have way too much self-control for that, girl.” “Me fuckin’ too. You will never catch me stuffed into a pair of high waisted shorts that fit perfectly 3 months ago with a roll hanging over the top,” Lila scoffed.

Fast forward one year later. Reagan awoke on the first day of her first spring semester, glad she didn’t have class until 10. Lila was across the small dorm room from her, rushing to get ready for her 9am. Reagan was enjoying college so far. She had made some friends in class, got invited to parties, and occasionally hooked up with a boy named Ryan. So far, she had kept her promise to herself that she wouldn’t gain the freshman 15, although she did overindulge a bit over Christmas break and she was feeling a tiny bit softer than she would have preferred. A couple intense workouts should bring her back to where she wanted to be, though.

She watched Lila struggle to button her jeans. “Goddammit! I ate so fucking much while I was home for break. All I did was lay around.” It showed, honestly. Reagan had noticed that Lila had definitely gained some weight during their first semester, though it wasn’t super noticeable because she was good at dressing in a flattering manner. Plus, she didn’t start by getting a beer belly; she was lucky and gained weight mostly in her butt and hips, giving her just a slightly more dramatic hourglass figure, as well as larger breasts. In the month she was home, Reagan had barely seen her, as Reagan worked retail and also had been on vacation with her family. Watching her attempt to close the button on her size 3 jeans, though, it was obvious Lila was getting a bit of a tummy. She jumped, shimmying into the pants a bit, pulling them up to her more narrow natural waist. Her belly jiggled as she did so, but she sucked it in and was able to fasted the jeans. She relaxed, and a small muffin top formed. Lila looked down at it, annoyed. “Fuck my life. I’m gonna be late.” She threw on a loose sweatshirt, grabbed her books, and bolted out the door.

Reagan got out of bed and peeled off her sweatpants, examining her own body in their mirror. The strings on her thong were cutting into her sides a bit, creating faint love handles. She turned to the side. Her belly was bulging a bit, though not anymore than it would be if she was just bloated. “I’ll just make sure I eat really healthy this week,” she thought. She didn’t wanna be like Lila, barely able to fasten her pants. How embarrassing.

If she was being honest, she was actually a little turned on at the idea of Lila getting chubby. Reagan was pretty, with long dark hair, green eyes, and freckles. Lila, however, gave off more of a sexy vibe, with her naturally curvaceous shape and beachy blond hair. Boys always gave Lila attention, and her first semester gain had only accentuated her best assets. Her boobs were bulging out of her 34D bra by the time it was finals week. Reagan looked down at her more modest B-cups, sighed, and put her oversize tee back on, paired with some yoga leggings.

Two months later, the weather was warming up and Reagan and Lila were at their first outdoor party of the year. By only 10pm, Lila had already had 2 beers, a shot of tequila, and was nursing a mixed drink. She was wearing a black bodycon dress that Reagan had bought with her sometime in the summer between high school and college, and it was certainly….bodycon. Her curves were in full display, but so was her growing belly. Reagan could not take her eyes off it. Lila was still, all things considered, pretty small. A random person off the street wouldn’t describe her as chubby, but Reagan estimated she had probably put on maybe twenty pounds since the year started. Her thighs used to barely touch, and they had visible muscle tone, but now they were thick and pressed together in the middle. Her butt had lost its muscle tone as well, but remained round. Reagan hadn’t seen her try to wear jeans since the first day of the semester. She knew Lila had chosen the dress because there was no way her shorts were going to fit her. Her upper arms were doughy and her face had filled out, but it honestly suited her, making her features softer and more delicate-looking. Her belly was really more accurately a pooch of fat below her belly button, accompanied by a set of love handles, accentuated by the thong she had to wear under her tight dress.

Reagan was trying to stick to shots with low-calorie chasers, but if she was being honest with herself, she had not lost the few pounds of holiday weight she’d gained and instead had put on several more. She hadn’t weighed herself, and her clothes still fit, but unlike Lila, her weight all went straight to her midsection. It wasn’t quite a potbelly yet, but she had expanded. She was wearing a baggy shirt because she knew she would get bloated from drinking, and that combined with the excess fat she was rapidly accumulating around her midsection was a recipe for some embarrassing party pictures of her to appear.

“Rea! Let’s dance, girl!” yelled Lila, approaching her with two red cups. “What’s in that?” Reagan asked. “It’s rum and coke.” She handed it to her, but Reagan appeared hesitant. “Relax, girly. I know you’re trying to watch your calories or whatever but live a little. We’re underage and it’s free alcohol. Ya take what ya can get, ya know?” Lila said, grabbing Reagan’s hand and dragging her to the makeshift dancefloor. Regan took a few sips. It was good.

The two girls joined the crowd of drunk twentysomethings, jokingly attempting to twerk to the trap beat the DJ was playing. Lila bent Reagan over and pretended to slap her ass. When she stood back up, she could feel the bottom of Lila’s protruding tummy against the small of her back.

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The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt4

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven” 


“Stop changing the channel.” Namjoon snapped. It had been a week and you still weren’t entirely used to living with a ghost. He looked normal (you just couldn’t touch him, and no one else could see him), but there was something about his presence that was different than other people–it was like part of you didn’t really think he was there. 

“Nope.” You said, clicking the remote again. You could never agree on what to watch, which was a constant cause of arguments so far. “You can watch whatever you want while I’m at work. But when I’m here, we watch what I want to.” 

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at you, and you knew the second you left the room he was going to switch it back to “Fast and Furious.” The fact that Namjoon could move objects as long as no one was watching was one of the things that had finally convinced you that he really was a ghost. 

A few days before, you had ignored him all day, only to walk into your bathroom to find the words ‘QUIT IGNORING ME” written in red on the mirror, your favorite lipstick ruined as a result. You had then given him a long talk about not touching other peoples stuff without asking, and informed him that lipstick was expensive.

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OKAY BUT WHY WASN'T THE RED TOUR ON DVD?!

Let’s take a trip down memory lane shall we? 

first of all the set list was outstanding

second of all. this tour made a shit ton of fucking money. and was totally 1100000% my aesthetic. 

this tour had four legs. that’s two more legs then i will ever have in my life. rip me. 
$150.2 million? Taylor over here rollin in da doe. 
cha-fricken-ching. 

BUT WHILE EVERYTHING IS PERFECTLY FINE AND LOVELY ABOUT THIS TOUR THAT WE HAVEN’T EVEN DELVED INTO. SHE HAD A KILLER OPENING ACT THIS LITTLE GINGERBREAD MAN

THE TOUR STARTED OFF WITH STATE OF GRACE WHAT A CA-WINKIE-DINK. STATE OF GRACE KICKS OFF THIS MASTERPIECE ALBUM 


 


but that hat is actual goals. the twenties are vastly approaching us again aren’t they? amazing. and that red nail polish and red lipstick matching completely? goals. i wonder how she did dat. 

next on the set list was RED just kidding this little grass hopper wanted to switch it up for my next fave HOLY GROUND which WAS GOING GREAT WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY BROKE IT DOWN WITH DRUMS AND GLOW STICKS AND DANCERS AND PEOPLE PRACTICALLY FLYING AND THEN TAYLOR JOINED IN TOO LIKE WOW?! I WISH WE COULD RE LIVE THIS CONCERT 24/7 AT THE CONVIENCE OF MY BLU RAY PLAYER BUT WAIT THIS TOUR ISN’T ON D V D

look at dis hipster go banging on drums. sleeey.

AFTER THAT OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE SHE PERFORMS RED WHICH IS WHERE THE HAIR FLIPPING BEGINS. DID I MENTION SHE OWNS THIS LIKE THE WHOLE NIGHT? I TRIED TO FLIP MY HAIR LIKE THIS AND GOT A WHIP LASH AND GOT LIGHT HEADED 

real talk tho how does she keep her fringe so intact ?

wOaH costUME chANge (we got a lot of those) 

AND A FEARLESS SONG PLEATHE 

if you didn’t figure out this tour is blowing my mind and we are like 15 minutes in. re fasten ur seatbelts plz. 

then COSTUME EXTENSION? 

ReD ANKLE BOOTIES ARE YOU KIDDING ME LADY? 
How does she make that bend look so elegent? 
If i tried to do this right here i would look like a whale JUST SAYING INCASE ANYONE WONDERED ABOUT ME HERE


taylor then proceeds to change aGAIN AND PERFORM MEAN AKA THE ANTHEM OF TELLING PEOPLE HOW KARMA IS GONNA PLAY YOU 

then mean turned into STAY STAY STAY?! fkc. this was cute as biscuits she danced with her band and back up singers it was hella cute

after she told her band to stay stay stay she and her dancers and everyone celebrated being 22 or remembering being 22 or looking forward to being 22. dis got me a bit emo bc dis music video wuz mah life for 3 months ngl 

she then gets her RED guitar and performs starlight (again anothe r masterpiece) 

look at her being cute and slaying at it’s finest. 

THEN SHE TOLD EVERYONE IF YOU CHEER FOR HIM ED SHEERAN WILL COME AND JOIN HER SO EVERYONE CHEERED. 

THIS WAS PROBS EVERYONES FAVE MOMENT OF THE NIGHT BECAUSE THEY’RE SUCH GREAT PALS AND THIS DUET WAS EVERYTHING AND STILL IS EVERYTHING. NOTHING. HAS. CHANGED. *twitches aggressivly* 
WE ALSO GOT A BUNCH OF CUTE MOMENTS 

LIKE THIS 

and THIS

what are you doing tay? it’s almost like you 
can’t
stop
groovin. 

AND HOW CAN WE FORGET DIS 

(does ths laod? it’s not lading oh well u can just read it and weep with meh) 

LET’S HUG IT OUT NOW

AFTER THAT EMOTIONAL ROLLARCOASTER

while trying to calm everyone down taylor proceeds to sing another lyrical peice of genius begin again.

ahh deep breaths. in and out. in and out.

OH BUT NOT SO FAST SHE GOES BACK TO THE MAIN STAGE AND SINGS SPaRKs FLYYYYYYY

(idk if this is a sparks fly gif bc nOTHING WILL LOAD I THINK I’M KILLING MY COMPUTER BUT WE ARE ALMOST DONE LETS POWER THROUGH)

SHE THEN PERFORMS IKYWT WHICH IS PROBS THE BEST AND MOST FUN THING EVER TO SEE LIVE YOURE SO LUCKY IF YOU DID I BET THAT COSTUME CHANGE WAS BREATH TAKING. IF I TRIED TO CHANGE THAT FAST I’D PULL A HERNIA OF SOMETHING.

 cause she starts off like dis

then in the midst there is a swiftstep remix and she breaks it down and pulls off her white gown TO THIS BEAUTIUFL MASTERPIECE COSTUME OF LACE AND SHORTS AND BOOTS AND SLAYNESS

get it gurl. 

reMIND ME AGAIN WHY THIS ISN’T ON DVD?! NFJKNJKANV

THEN. SHE GOES OVER TO HER RED PIANO AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IT IS SHE STARTS PLAYING NOTES AND NOBODY KNOWS WHT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AND TAYLOR STARTS TO GIVE A SPEECH ABOUT REMEMBERING SHIT LIKE DANG GIRL ME TOO DA FUCK?! 

go ahead. go on youtube. grab your puffs plus tissues and cry your eyes out for five hours and return to this post and continue. 

AFTER WE ARE ALL CRYING SHE SINGS A PICK ME UP AKA LOVE STORY AWWWWWW 

so cute. i wish i was that coordinated and thought ahead like that.

THENS OMEWHERE IN THE MIX SHE SINGS TREACHEROURS BUT I FORGgoT IT BECAUSE MY COMPUTER WAS ABOUT TI DIE AND SPRINTED TO FIND THE CHARGET AND FORGOT SO LETS ALL GET SAD AGAIN FOR 3 SECONDS AND ADMIRE HOW CUTE AND FLAWLESS OUR QUEEN LOOKS

 

DON’T FALL GIRL I KNOW I WOULD I CAN BARLEY WALK ON CARPET WITHOUT TRIPPING ON NOTHING

*thinks to self* maybe I should start doing yoga. nah gotta finish this masterpost of how this iconic tour should be put on dvd

then

LAST

BUT 

NoT LEAST

WE

ARE

NEVER

EVER

GETTING

BACK TO GETHER CAN I GET A HYFR THE ANTHEM OF TELLING A LITTLE THIRSTY WHITE BOY NO MEANS NO GOD SPEED TAYLOR

I LOVE THIS OUTFIT. IT’S LIKE MADHATTER MET MIRANDA PREECLY FROM THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

DON’T FORGET TO LOOOK BEFORE YOU FALL *cracks nuckles because this post is taking forgever* 

so much conffetti. i wonder if anyone choked on confeti before. 

SO I LL ASK YOU ALL AGAIN WHY ISN’T THE RED TOUR ON A DVD LIKE BRUH IT SOLD OVER A MILLION COPIES IN IT’S FIRST WEEK AND WAS SUPER ANTICIPATED AND IT WAS ONE OF THE MOST LYRICAL AND DIMENSIONAL ALBUMS I HAVE IN MY ITUNES LIBRARY AND ON MY BOOK SHELF? taylorswift i need answers and i’d like them now. 

I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS AND REBLOG THIS THIS TOOK ME 2 HOURS TO COMPLETE BECASUS I KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED. CREDITS TO ALL RIGHTUFL OWNERS I WIHS I KEPT TRACK BUT I JUST CLICKED AND SAVED. Y'ALL ARE THE REAL MVPS FOR MAKING GIFS AND PHOTOS OF THOSE MAGICAL RED TOUR NIGHT

She said my name first!

A/N: This is backstory #2 to the imagines rewrite I’m doing. The first backstory & the imagines to the rewrite can be found here. This is basically more big brother fluff and a wee bit of parental angst, nothing aimed towards the kids though. Enjoy!

Dean’s age-13

Sam’s age- 8

Reader’s age-7 months

All images are from google

Sam and Dean watched you crawl across the living room of Bobby’s house, ever since you were born your mother, Meredith, and you had been staying there; keeping safe while John took Sam and Dean around with him on hunts. Occasionally he would leave them behind at Bobby’s with you for a few weeks, but he would always return back for them, and spend a few days with you and your mom before hitting the road again.

Meredith was getting sick of it, she was a hunter too, on a path for revenge just like John. She wanted to go out and find the werewolves that attacked her family; killing her husband and two young children. Right now she was in the kitchen arguing with John over going back on hunts again.

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A Fanta-Sea

Originally posted by jieqiong


A/N: tagging @smols-n-tols bc they’re probably gonna be the ones naming this fic lmAo

Pairing: Wanna One’s Jihoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff (I’m actually getting the hang of it #bless)

Word Count: Roughly 1k

Summary: You, a rookie idol, have a chance encounter with Wanna One’s Park Jihoon, the boy that nae maeum seoge jeojang’d into your heart, in front of a vending machine backstage at M!Countdown.

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CHDH 8

“Capturing Her Damaged Heart”

Part of my submission for nalu week. Prompt: Tattoo (Day Six)

Rated M. See chapter 1 for list of warnings. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: A deadly disease plagues the world. People are dying, the dead are rising. The infection spreads too fast to stop. Everyone tries their best to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, but things get messy for Natsu when he finds a blonde woman on one of his missions. Natsu takes it upon himself to help her, protect her, and accidentally fall in love with her? Zombie Apocalypse AU. Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

Read on FF.net or AO3.

*This chapter starts with a flashback.


Chapter Eight: Tattoo

(June 30th, 2017. Friday Morning)

Natsu woke up before the sun rose. With his mind only half-functioning, he loaded his bags and fishing poles into the bed of his truck, using a tow strap to keep them in place. He set a bag of snacks on the floorboard of the passenger seat while placing his desperately needed energy drink in the center console.

Igneel woke up just in time to see Natsu popping a motion sickness pill. When he drove, he wasn’t nearly as sick, but the pills helped settle his stomach.

“Did you remember to get gas?” Igneel asked while Natsu struggled to get Happy into his cat carrier.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” he answered, not registering his father’s question. “Come on, Happy! It’s just until we get there!”

The stubborn cat clawed at Natsu’s arms until he was able to finally push him into the carrier. “There you go,” Natsu said, ignoring Happy’s low growl. “Oh shush. It’s not that bad.”

He had a dog’s carrier for his cat to give him a little more room, but apparently that wasn’t enough for his spoiled feline.

“Did you remember the flea collar?” Igneel asked, holding the unopened package in his hand, a teasing grin on his face.

Natsu glanced around, pouting when he realized he forgot where he put it. “No… I swear I put it on my-” He finally turned to his dad, giving him a sour look before snatching the collar from him. “Thanks.”

“It was in the bathroom, by the way,” Igneel said with a chuckle. He headed to the kitchen to make himself some coffee before work. “Are you gonna take lots of pictures?!”

“Of course!” Natsu yelled back before turning his attention to Happy again. He had difficulties getting the flea collar on Happy without letting the feline escape from his carrier. “I had to transfer my pictures off my phone to make room for new ones though!”

“Why’d you do that?” Igneel asked, coming back to the living room with a cup of coffee. “Is your memory card getting full?”

Natsu shook his head. “Not anymore. I put over a thousand pictures and videos on my computer the other day to make more room. I don’t even know why I had so many.”

“Because you’re a hoarder,” Igneel teased, earning a low growl from his son.

“Anyways, my phone was almost full, so I had to transfer them over.”

Igneel took a long sip of his drink before asking, “Why don’t you just delete all those shows you illegally downloaded?”

Natsu scoffed as he looked at his dad. “Don’t say it like you aren’t downloading shit either! Who was askin’ me to download the last season of ‘Breaking Bad’ last week?”

“Fair enough.”

The two men laughed before Natsu explained. “I wanna kept my shows and movies in case I can’t fall asleep right away. Plus,” he started, a faint blush tinting his cheeks, “Erza and Jellal are gonna be there. If it’s anything like last year, I don’t wanna end up… hearing them at night.”

Igneel barked out a laugh as he nodded. “Guess that makes sense.”

Natsu stood up, looking through his bedroom and the living room before going to the front door. “I think I got everything.”

“Stay safe while you’re out there,” Igneel said, giving his son a hug. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“See you then!” Natsu returned the hug before grabbing Happy’s carrier.

Igneel got the door for him. “Call me when you get there! Have fun!”

“Okay, and you know we will!” Natsu’s large grin left no room for doubts. He was going to enjoy this camping trip.

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Confusing Feelings

Requested by @fuckkoffcourtney (somehow I can’t tag them) : could you do one where the reader is kevin’s sister and she likes veronica but no one knows she’s gay because she’s scared to thing she’s like copying kevin but she confides in kevin about it and he tells her to go for it because veronica won’t shut up about her so she asks veronica out in a closed room and when they open the door the whole gang falls in the room bc they were listening the whole time and it’s just fluffy fun times with my faves?? thanks so much! <3


A/N: First of all I am super sorry that it took so long. I’m not sure if I like this one here but here you go, enjoy. Feed back is always appreciated! Xx

Also, please note that my mother tongue isn’t English so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to correct me if I made mistakes!


Pairing: Veronica Lodge x Female!Reader
Warning: None I think
Words: 1,331

For a while now I had those feelings towards a certain raven-haired girl. I didn’t know what, but something about her made me drawn to her since the first time I saw her. I was confused, never had felt like that towards anybody before, not even boys.

As hard as I tried I couldn’t tear my eyes off of her. She was the most beautiful human being I’ve ever laid eyes on. I remember how my body seemed to stop working. It was impossible to breathe, or speak; even hearing was difficult. I’m pretty sure my heart didn’t beat either. It was like she put a spell on me. Days, even weeks, later I still couldn’t get her out of my head. Being around her got harder and harder each day passing, always smiling like an idiot, who has never gotten a word out without stuttering. That’s why I tried to avoid her most of the time, not wanting to embarrass myself any further.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” I froze hearing the very familiar voice. I hesitantly lift my head to look at the girl, who was talking to me. “Hey, Ronnie,” I said, trying to sound as distant as possible. But it was hard to fight off the smile, that was making its way on my lips. It faded immediately when I realized what my body was doing. “Do you want to hang out after school?” she asked, sounding a bit nervous.

“I actually can’t today. But we can do that some other time, yeah?” I said a little too fast, standing up in a hurry and grabbing my things. My chest ached at the thought of her being hurt by my actions, but I had to do this. Sighing I opened the door to the girls’ bathroom. “Dammit, Y/N,” I curse under my breath. My eyes stared at myself through the mirror. “Why does everything have to be so difficult?” I muttered, rubbing my face in frustration.

I heard the door open and how someone entered the room. “We need to talk,” the voice sounds pissed. I turned my head to the right, seeing my brother, Kevin. “Not now, Kev,” I sighed. “Now is the perfect time to talk,” he hissed. His tone took me by surprise. He never talked to me like this. “Alright, what is it?” I asked, now fully turned to him. “You have to stop treating Veronica like shit.”

“I don’t know what you’re talki-,” I began to say, but got cut off. “Oh, cut the crap, Y/N. You know exactly what I am talking about. You’re avoiding her for weeks now for no reason. What is wrong with you?” His eyes were fixed on my face. I didn’t even think about giving him an answer. I just let my gaze sink to the ground. Guilt began to eat me from the inside. He took a deep breath in, showing how upset he is.

“For God’s sake, open your mouth already and tell me why you’re like this,” he said, desperately trying to get me to talk to him. His face was softer now, not looking full of anger. “I can’t,” I whispered, still looking at the ground. “What do you mean by you can’t?” he asked confused. “I just can’t, okay?” I raised my voice out of frustration. “I’m worried about you, Y/N. You’re not that kind of person. Please, tell me what’s going on.” The desperation in his voice grew. “But I’m afraid, Kev,” I whispered; my voice slightly breaking. My eyes started to get wet.

“Afraid of what?” he asked, worry filling his eyes. I kept my mouth shut, already regretting that I’ve said too much. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me. I just want you to feel like you can trust me with anything that’s eating you alive,” my brother said softly, wrapping his arms around me, and hugging me tightly. As I hold onto him tears were escaping my eyes, wetting my cheeks. We stood there hugging each other for a little while; a comfortable silence surrounding us.

“I like her… Veronica, I mean. Like a lot,” I mumbled into Kevin’s chest, tightening my grip even more. He didn’t say a word, waiting for me to finish. “I like her for a while now.” Kevin started to caress my head. Before I continued to speak I took a deep breath. “I’ve been afraid that people might think I’m copying you because I wanted attention. Also how high is the possibility for Ronnie to like me back?”

Kevin pushed me softly away to look me in the eyes. His hands took my face; his right thumb wiping the small tears away, that were still left under my eye. “Oh, Princess. No one’s gonna think you’re copying me. Your sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of. And for your information, Veronica won’t stop talking about you. She’s so into you, believe me. And now, go and make me proud.”

I pressed a peck on his cheek and thank him before leaving the room and making my way to the cafeteria, hoping to find Veronica there. The universe must have been on my side because she still sat on the table talking to Archie, Jughead, and Betty. I felt how nervousness filled my body, making my legs all shaky. “Veronica. Do-do you have a second?” My breath was fast, my heart beating like there was no tomorrow. I fiddled with my hands, trying to calm myself down.

All eight eyes were on me now, making me even more nervous. “Sure,” she smiled, standing up. “Let’s go somewhere quieter, yeah?” I asked with a lightly shaking voice. We left the cafeteria, searching for an empty classroom. I opened the door when I found on, waiting for Veronica to enter the room first. “What is it you wanted to talk about?” the raven-haired girl asked, looking straight in my eyes.

Before I replied I inhaled deeply, hoping it would better the stuttering. “Do you want to have dinner with me? You don’t have to say yes. I understand I treated you like shit the past couple weeks and you probably don’t even like me like that. I know you deserve better but I really want to make it up to you. I wouldn’t go out with me either an-” My bubbling got interrupted by soft lips touching mine.

After I needed a few seconds to process what was happening, I closed my eyes, clearly enjoy the feeling of her lips. All I focus on was the girl right in front of me. My hands made their way to her waist, pulling her even closer to my body. She licked my lower lip, asking for entrance. Gladly I opened my mouth. Our tongues played with one another for a bit before we had to disconnect our lips due the lack of oxygen.

“That,” I started to say but I couldn’t think of anything so I just said, “Wow.” The girl in front of me just smiled, “You were talking too much.” A huge smile formed on my face. I probably looked like the happiest person, who has ever lived. But to be honest I also felt like that person. “I’d like to get cut off more often if it’s like this,” I said. “I can arrange that,” Ronnie winked.

“You wanna skip the last 2 lessons and have that date you promised me?” she asked, taking my hand in hers. “I couldn’t think of any better,” I agreed. When we opened the door 3 people fell in the room; the only on who was standing was Jughead. “Were you guys eavesdropping?” I laughed, feeling how my cheeks got warmer. A chorus of No, of course not’s followed. “But seriously I’m so happy for you two. I wondered how long it would take you,” Archie said. “Thanks, Archiebald,” Ronnie smiled, squeezing my hand lightly. I was sure the smile on my face won’t go away any time soon.

Depression...Part 3

(Part 1  Part 2)


And sure enough, the doctor was right.

As you sat there and looked at the scans of your head, the massive spot on the screen made you sick to your stomach.

“We will need her in surgery as soon as possible,” the doctor begins.

But you were zoning in and out of the conversation.

You weren’t depressed?

You weren’t…moody?

You couldn’t remember a time where you didn’t have these traits.

Had it always been there?

Were you gonna die?

“Y/N?” Spencer says as he takes your hand within his.

Your eyes slowly flickered over to the doctor as you looked at him.

“You’re going to be just fine,” the doctor says.

“How do you know?” you whisper as tears well in your eyes.

“Because your white blood cell count in your body isn’t elevated nearly as high as is necessary for a tumor this size to be malignant,” the doctor says.

“He’s 90% sure that the tumor is benign,” Spencer smiles.

But you didn’t feel anything.

Nothing at all.

Again.

“Miss Y/L/N,” the doctor begins, “I know that you aren’t feeling anything right now, so let me just tell you what is going to happen.  I am going to leave the room and schedule an OR.  When I come back, we will get you ready for surgery, and when you come to in six or so hours, we will go from there.”

Six hours?

“Y/N?” Spencer asks as he tugs on your arm lightly, “What are you thinking?”

You didn’t know.

There just…wasn’t anything.

“I don’t know,” you say monotonously.

Spencer furrowed his brow in worry.

“Don’t worry,” the doctor says as he begins to step out of the room, “I’ll be right back.”

And you sat and stared out the window as you tried to remember the burning sensation of the salt water in your throat.

It was so painful.

And you remembered how good it felt to feel.


Six hours.

Spencer had been pacing for six hours before the doctor came out.

“We managed to get all of it, and we are sending it off to the lab for an emergency evaluation.  I don’t want anyone going to sleep tonight without knowing what our next move is.”

Spencer liked this doctor more and more.

He sat beside your bed as he held your hand.  He watched your chest rise and fall with a peaceful bliss that he hadn’t recalled in quite some time.  Usually you tossed and turned, flipped and sighed.

It had been months since he had seen you this peaceful.

He remembered what the doctor had told him.  The doctor had said that, judging by the calcification around parts of the tumor, that it had been growing for years.  He said that it was impossible to date, but the calcification put some parts of the tumor at about 5 years old.

Five years with this thing growing inside of your head, impeding on your ability to feel, to emote, to enjoy things or cry over things.  Impeding on your ability to live life and enjoy sex and taste the beauty in foods.

He didn’t even care if it was malignant or not, he just knew that with that thing on the outside instead of inside of you that your quality of life would soon change.

There were so many things he wanted to experience with you.

The bandaging around your head would take some explaining.  He wasn’t sure how you would take the massive patch of hair missing from your head.

He wasn’t sure how you would react to anything now.

But there was a nervous anticipation when you started to stir and groan.

“Y/N?” Spencer asks as he scoots closer to you, “Y/N…can you hear me?”

It took you a while before you had the strength to open your eyes.

“Spencer?” you breathe as you raise your free hand to the bandages on your head.

“What-…?”

You slowly began to feel around as your hands began to shake.  It had never occurred to you that, in order to get to there they needed to go, that they would have to remove the hair in that area in order to get there.

You loved your hair.

Wait…

You loved your hair.

You furrowed your brow as tears began to well in your eyes, and your chest began hiccuping as tears wafted down your face.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Spencer coos as he leans in and kisses your cheeks, “are you in pain?”

And soon, those tears of sadness turned to tears of relief.

“I love my hair, Spencer,” you breathe as you look over at him with wide eyes.

“Spencer…I’m sad that my hair is gone,” you urge as a smile breaks out across your face.

“Spencer…I feel sadness!’ you rejoice as tears of sadness and relief continue to waft down your face.

And Spencer got up off of his chair and embraced you close.

“I’m sad for my hair,” you sob into his neck as he holds you tight against him.


Even though the tumor came back as benign, your white blood cell count was still a bit higher than they wished, and after running a general antibiotic through your system for a couple of days, they decided to send you home with a chemo shot to take once a day for the next two weeks.

“You’ll experience spurts of exhaustion and nausea, but this will be the equivalent of one chemotherapy treatment that you would experience in a hospital.  The antibiotics didn’t bring your levels down, so this is precautionary, even though we removed all of the tumor.”

Spencer took off of work to be with you, and you were thankful.  While the nausea wasn’t too bad, the exhaustion was unbearable, and he had to help you get everywhere you needed to go.  You cried on his shoulder, embarrassment ripping through you whenever you couldn’t get down onto the toilet fast enough before urinating, and then you both would cry tears of joy at the fact that you felt embarrassment.

And after the the two weeks were up, you went back to see the doctor at the hospital clinic, who was all smiles when he reported that your white blood cell count was back to normal.

The two of you rejoiced in that room with tears of joy as you embraced one another, and then that night you two had celebrated as lovers who had missed each others bodies.

It had been so long since you had enjoyed sex with Spencer, and his body wracked yours with orgasm after orgasm as you laid there, spent and sweating, as your chest filled with a type of love you had not felt in months.

Had not felt in years.

And as you rolled over, with Spencer’s juices dripping down the inside of your thigh, you smiled lazily at him as he cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your skin.

“I love you so much, Spencer,” you choke out as tears rush to your eyes.

“And I love you, Y/N,” he says before thrusting forward and encompassing your lips.

“And I love you,” he whispers against your skin.

Auston Matthews - What is Love?

request: yes or no

Can you just do an angst with Auston??💜😚

A/N: I am so sorry this is late. I have been really busy with school. I actually got this idea from a song that I heard, but I can’t remember the name of it. I hope you enjoy! 

Warnings: There is one curse word and some shitty writing. 

Summary: You’re in love with Auston and you never realized he’s been using you due to being so in love. Until you’re faced with something you didn’t want to see. 

Originally posted by nylanderhoe


You had met Auston when you first moved to Toronto. You had bumped into while you were trying to move into your new apartment. He offered to help you take your boxes up to your apartment and you took him up on it. You both really hit it off and soon became really good friends. You found out he lived three stories about you. Soon, you befriended some of the other Maple Leafs and were always over at Auston’s hanging out with them. It didn’t take you long to fall in love with the very talented Maple Leaf. And 2 years later, nothing much has changed. 

You never really knew if Auston liked you back. You both flirted with each other and were always acting like a couple in public. You were always there for him when he needed it. You also helped keep his fridge stocked while he was gone, kept his apartment clean, and you were always there in the middle of the night to pick him up when he was drunk. You would go out of your way to make sure he had everything he needed. You’re friends were constantly telling you that something was off about the whole thing but you loved him and you were going to do all it took to make sure he was happy. 

You were constantly having that internal battle on deciding if you should tell him how you felt or not. You were practically a couple, people were always assuming you were. But right when you would decide to tell him, you would see him with another girl. It hurt a lot. You would try and distance yourself from him to try and to get over him but you would come right back to doing everything he needed get done. It was a constant cycle, of heartbreak. 

The last couple of months have been great. Auston had dropped all of the girls to hang out with you. He would turn down going to guys not out to go to dinner with you. It was perfect, you finally felt happy. You decided that you were going to tell him how you felt. You took the elevator up to his floor and slowly walked to his door. You knocked several times and no one answered. You knew he was here because to was his off day. You took out your key and unlocked the door. You really wish you would’ve just kept knocking because what you found was something that would break your heart forever. Auston was half naked on top of some blonde girl that you were pretty sure he has been with before. 

“Oh I’m so sorry.” You were shocked at the sight in front of you.

“Y/N? It’s not what it looks like.” Auston said while scrambling to get of the girl

You just looked at him. “You don’t need to explain anything. It’s not like we’re a couple. Um I’m just gonna leave. I’m sorry I interrupted.” 

You turned around so fast you were surprised you didn’t get whiplash. You made it out the door without shedding a tear but once you got into the elevator the dam broke. You were so sure that he liked you back. You were practically dating these past couple of months. 

As you were walking out of the elevator, you bumped into a solid chest. “I’m sorry.” you sniffled

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You looked up and noticed that you had bumped into Mitch

“Oh nothing, you know all these allergies.” Mitch gave you a really look. You sighed “Can you come to my apartment so we can talk about it in private?”

“Yeah of course.” Mitch replied

You both silently walked back to your apartment and as soon as you both sat down on the couch, you told Mitch everything. You tried to hold in your sobs but the main in your chest was just to powerful. Mitch held you and told you that everything was going to be okay. 

“I was just so sure he liked me back. He had changed so much over the past few months.” you told Mitch after you had stopped crying.

“Y/N can I tell you something and I really hope this doesn’t change anything between me and you.” Mitch looked at you nervously. 

“Yeah and I cherish our friendship to much for something like this to change.” You reassured Mitch. 

Mitch gave you a small smile and looked at you sadly. “I think Auston has been using you. You would do everything for him and I think he was taking advantage of it. The guys and I were trying to tell him to stop but he didn’t see what the problem was. I am so sorry Y/N.”

You were shocked and even more heartbroken. You should’ve known that a guy like Auston would never like a girl like you. You felt so stupid and used. You looked at Mitch and gave him a small smile, “I’m not gonna lie this hurts but I’m not blaming you or the guys. This is his own fault. Thank you for being here for me.” Mitch left after a while and you were back to being by yourself. You made a promise to yourself that you were never going to be the girl that would be their for Auston like before. You were going to get over him no matter how much it hurt. 

You haven’t talked to Auston in weeks. The first week, Auston would call and text you, asking if you wanted to hangout or go to one of his games. You left him on read and unanswered. It took every ounce of power you had not to answer or reply. The second week, the messages changed to worry. He was constantly asking what he did wrong and why weren’t you answering. You were determined to get over him and not fall for this “friend” act again. 

You were sitting on your couch watching Parks and Recreation when you heard a knock on you door, Not thinking you got up and opened the door. It was Auston, you tried to shut it back but his hand stopped the door from closing. You looked at him annoyed. 

“What do you want Auston?” Seeing him has opened up the gaping whole that was slowly closing. 

“So you are alive.” He ignored the question you just asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be alive?” You were now getting annoyed. Here you were being sad and Auston was just acting so nonchalant. 

He looked at you shocked. He figured you’d be really happy to see him, give him a giant hug. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls or texts? I don’t understand what I did wrong. We were fine and all of a sudden you are ignoring me.” 

You started to laugh, “You are so clueless. Auston I’m not ignoring you, I’m getting over you.”

“What do you mean getting over me?” You could have swore you saw hurt in his eyes when those words came out but if you did it went away fast. 

“You really wanna know why? Auston, I have been in love with you since the moment I saw you. I have done every single thing that you asked me to do for you. I have cooked, cleaned, and shopped for you. You needed me to pick you up at 3 am, I was there.I was there when you needed someone to talk to. I did everything for you. Only for me to get told that after all of this flirting and acting like a couple, you were using me. I was finally going to tell you how a truly felt, the day I walked in on you and the girl. And honestly I really glad I did, it saved me a lot more heartbreak.”

Auston stood with his mouth opening and closing, nit knowing what to say. “Y/N, I don’t know what to say. I didn’t know you felt that way. You’re friendship means everything to me”

You laughed , “Well thats rich being that you used me. Everyone knew how much I liked you, well loved. The worst thing is, is that I’m still in love with you.” You were done with him. 

“Y/N I’m sorry. How can I fix this?” Auston said in a rush

“I don’t think you can Auston. Maybe someday we can be friends again but I juts don’t think I can for give you for this.”

“Y/N c’mon I’m sorry. Please don’t do this.” Auston pleaded, tears starting to role down his cheeks 

“Goodby Auston.” You slowly shut the door. Auston started to beat on the door begging you to give him another chance to make everything right. You leaned your back against the door and slid down to sit on the floor. You began to sob at how sad he sounded. Eventually his pleading stopped and you assumed he finally gave up. It was going to take some time but you knew deep down that this was the best thing for you. Maybe one day, you and Auston could be friends again. 


I’m gonna be honest I feel like this was pretty shitty as well. I don’t even know what’s going on. 

Five times Alix and Kim couldn’t back down from a dare

Summary:  Where that one particular dare somehow aggravated their nerves every year, and they were suckers to accept the challenge so quickly, especially when it came to the both of them.

A/N:  Inspired by @caprette‘s art idk man just take it 


14 years old, dare no.1: Kim had to wear the dunce cone for another month if he didn’t wear a different colour of his shirt on the month before that. 

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Do you take me back?

Summary: Everything was fine or that’s what you believe when suddenly Nat disappears without explanations…

Warnings: mostly angst, some swearing. English isn’t my mother language.

Words: 1352

A/N: I wanted to write a funny story and ended writing this… I wrote this story for the writing challenge @tilltheendwilliwrite is doing. I hope you like it!


Natalie and I have been together for six months. In that time I considered myself the happiest person in the world. My heart skipped a beat every time she smiled at me or when she blushed when I told her sweet love words in the little Russian I learned from the internet.

The sneaky minx could keep me on my toes with soft stolen kisses. She would sneak from behind and pull me closer and press her lips against mine. When I wanted to deepen the kiss, she would walk away.

“You are going to be the death of me Nat” I used to say with a sigh and she just gave me a mischievous smile.

But not everything was joy and happiness. Sometimes it felt like I was losing my mind with her erratic demeanor. She used to disappear for days, even weeks. Every time she returned with cuts and bruises all over her body my heart would crumble.

Whenever I asked her about her injuries she just shrugged and avoid the topic. I never pushed her. I tried so hard to not make so many questions. With each day that passed, I was so afraid she would disappear one day and never return, but the curiosity was burning me inside.

And she knew. She could read me so well, like and open book. I could see the guilt in her eyes, she was keeping something from me. One day she would open up to me. I used to think so, I wouldn’t lose my mind.

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The Joker x Reader 8

You haven’t been feeling well for a while and you asked Dr. Quinzel to run some blood tests for you. After a few days, she wanted to personally see you at the penthouse. She has bad news.

“I am sorry to tell you this, Y/N, but the test results don’t look good,” she says, biting her lip and by the way she handles herself you can tell it’s bad.

“What is it, doc?” the Joker asks, trying to hide his concern. You just sit there, gulping, waiting to hear the words.

“I’m sorry, but you have cancer, Y/N. Breast cancer. Pretty advanced, but we have several treatment optio…”

Step 1 - Denial

“What??!!” he interrupts her, annoyed. “My baby doll doesn’t have cancer; just look how beautiful my princess is,” J says pointing his finger towards you to make her aware of the mistake. You just stare at Dr. Quinzel with a shocked expression on your face, not really knowing how to react.

“Pumpkin, are you OK?” He comes towards you and places himself by your side on the leather couch. You don’t even hear him. “Baby doll, come here.” You feel you are being moved and you suddenly get out of trance to find yourself in his lap.

“Hey, doll, hey…look at me,” he gently grabs your chin, turning your face so he can see your eyes. “You’re ok, do you hear me? It’s just a mistake.” He plants a soft kiss on your lips while caressing your hair.

Harleen  feels out of place, not used to see him acting so tender towards somebody. She fake- coughs a little bit so she can get your attention.

“ I’ve run the tests 4 times, there is no mistake…I’m sorry.”

He growls, unhappy at her answer. “Run the damn tests again, do you hear me? Or I will make you!!!!!!!!”

“Puddin…please, don’t be mean to her, you know she’s a good doctor,” you plead with shaky voice, holding tight to his neck. “You know she wouldn’t tell us this unless she was sure.” The Joker takes a deep breath, frustrated, his blue eyes suddenly darken. “What are my options?” you ask Harleen, resting your forehead on his.

Step 2 - Rejection

It’s been two weeks since you found out about your illness and you decided you will start chemo soon. J became very distant and it breaks your heart. You barely saw him for a few hours; he doesn’t even sleep at the penthouse anymore. He didn’t take you in any heists and canceled all the plans involving you without explanation. When you asked him what is going on, he just snapped and told you to be quiet, then stormed out and was gone again.  You cried for a while, you lost count how much, not really having no one to talk to. He is your world and your world is crumbling down. The sudden change in his behavior hurts you more than the thoughts of your gloomy future. Then it hits you: of course, why didn’t you think about it? You are sick, you’re broken, why would he want a broken doll? So what if you’ve been together for a long time, you out of everybody should know how things work with him. And you thought you had his heart… how stupid of you…but…he had yours for sure.

You fall asleep trying to relief your sorrow by holding his pillow tight to your chest, his scent making you feel lonelier than ever.

**********

You open your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. The Joker’s breathing is steady, his head resting on your shoulder, holding you tight. He’s fast asleep. You must have been really tired too since you didn’t wake up when he sneaked in bed. Your face lights up with a big smile, you missed him. You start sobbing, squeezing him closer to your body. You try to control your cry but it’s hard. This outburst of happiness and hope makes you shiver.

“Baby doll, are you crying?…” J mutters half asleep, trying to find your eyes and check for himself.

“Puddin, I’ve missed you so much…and…I didn’t …feel…very…well…” you confess, whimpering after each word.

“Princess, you know I’m not good with this stuff…I didn’t mean to be a jerk. The truth is…I am scared to lose you…I’m panicking here…and…(he gasps) I was out all this time trying to find something that might help you. I’ve broken in all the hospitals and medical facilities I heard might have medications or experimental drugs that could help you. There are all at our warehouse, I’ll have Dr. Quinzel take a look.”  

“So you don’t hate me?” you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“Hate you?!” J lifts himself up and reaches for the night stand, turning the lamp on.

You must look like crap because his facial expression says it all.

“Jesus, Y/N, come here.” The Joker’s voice is breaking and his eyes get teary. You rarely see him like this. It makes you sad again. You crawl in his arms and he whispers: “I’m not gonna let you die.”

Step 3 - Guilt

It’s been a month since you started chemotherapy. You’re not doing very good. It makes you feel so sick. Mister J spends a lot of time with you. You feel bad he has to see you like this. Your body is starting the feel the aftermath of such a strong, aggressive treatment. Today you had to cut your beautiful long hair and now you just glance at your image in the mirror, shocked at how much you hate yourself with the new look.

Harleen determined that some of the stuff the Joker got for you might be useful in your treatment, but she has to research it some more herself.

You head towards the balcony so you can enjoy the view. Gotham looks so…alive, you think to yourself. ”Comparing to me…”, you mumble, winching in pain. Everything hurts.

You get your feet on the chair, then you hop on the edge of the balcony, looking down from the 30th floor. If you take one step ahead then…  …Should you?…

You lift your arms above your head and pet your short new hair due. The wind is picking up.

“Baby doll, what are you doing?”

You turn your head to look at J. He seems worried; his hands are already reaching for you. You let him help you down from the edge and you notice anger in his eyes.

“I wasn’t going to jump, you know, although… it might seem like a good solution. I hate that you have to deal with me like this…Surprise, Puddin, I had to cut my hair too…” you awkwardly smile, embarrassed he caught you in a vulnerable moment. The burn of his slap on your cheek makes you squint your eyes. You are shocked he hit you, he never did before. You touch your red skin, and tears start running down.

“Don’t…don’t even think about it, Y/N. Don’t you dare…“ he’s panting, his chest going up and down in fast motions. He yanks your hand and drags you inside, not stopping until you get in front of the huge mirror in the master bedroom.

“See? You are my Princess”, the Joker pushes you in front of him. You can feel how tense he is. “You will get better and everything will go back to normal…Don’t…don’t do anything…stupid…please?”… he begs, resting his chin on your shoulder, hugging you from behind. “Promise?”

He looks so lost, you are not used to this.

“I promise.”

Step 4 – Running is better than staying

Mister J almost got killed twice. Batsy almost had him too. All in one week. He’s distracted, nervous, tired, worried. Because of you. It’s your fault. He makes mistakes that might be fatal…You don’t want that to happen, you could never forgive yourself. You decided is better to disappear. Sure, he’ll look for you, he’ll suffer, but he’ll also eventually forget. Besides, there is no guarantee you’ll survive your cancer. In a moment of weakness, feeling sorry for you, Dr. Quinzell agreed to help you and allowed you to stay with her. She knows it’s dangerous but she wants to aid you.

Of course the Joker raided her place looking for you. The secret compartment she has in the closet is the perfect hiding place for such situations. You just prayed he wouldn’t hurt her. She was stern and strong, not giving up in front of him. Eventually, J had to take his men and leave, not after threatening he’ll kill her if she hears from you and doesn’t report back to him. It was so hard not to jump from your hiding place and run in his arms. You cried for hours afterwards. You know he’ll turn the city inside out looking for you.

Step 5 – No regrets

It’s a miracle the Joker didn’t find you yet. It’s been 6 months since you left him. You always watch the news, hoping you are not going to hear anything bad. The number of break-ins, murders and robberies decreased. He’s laying low. It makes you relieved, it means he’s safe. Safer without you around to distract and weight him down anyway.

You got very good news today: Dr. Quinzel said your cancer is in remission. She had to leave for work and you are home alone. You’ve been debating if you should call him or not. It’s been so long…Probably gave up on you. You smile, feeling your soul falling apart to pieces. Maybe he has somebody else…After all, you just left without a word, when he was so supportive and willing to be with you no matter what. But that could have killed him. You feel guilty. But…maybe he should know you’re ok. He deserves to know.

You pick up the receiver, and with shaky hands you dial his cell phone number. After 3 rings you hear:

“ Hi Doc. Any news for me?” The Joker’s voice is raspy and low, almost growling the words. He sounds tired.

“Hi…hi…Puddin…it’s me…” that’s all you manage to say before you burst into tears, not being able to stop.

“Prin…princess, is that you? Princess???!!”

He can’t see you nod yes.

“Have you been at Quinzel’s all this time? I’ll kill her!!!! I’ll come get you!!!!” He sounds so desperate. It makes you a bit happy.

“No, no, please don’t, she’s been wonderful. Thanks to her I am getting better. I…I just wanted to tell you I’m doing good, my cancer is in remission…Are…are you doing good?… Did…did you eat today Puddin?…” You always used to ask him this because he’s so busy he forgets to take care of himself.

You can’t see but he’s silently crying, he feels so relieved to hear your voice telling him you’re better.

“No, no, baby doll, didn’t have a chance yet,” he replies, trying to compose himself. “Want to come home and make me something?”

You start crying even harder.

“Yes, yes, come pick me up please. I love you.” You quickly say, hanging up. At this point you are bawling. He still wants you, he was still trying to find you. The Clown Prince of Crime never gave up on his Princess, like he promised he won’t a long time ago.

You don’t even know how long has been, but you hear the knock on the door. He’s here.

You feel so nervous opening the door, finally seeing him after half a year. His hair is as green as ever, he looks as handsome as ever, the bags under his eyes are the only proof of the countless sleepless nights and days. He’s wearing your favorite purple coat.

“Hi, babe…” you mumble, not being able to move. Your body is so tiny and frail now, your hair a bit longer. His heart breaks seeing you so small, so fragile.

He pushes you inside and suddenly lifts you in his arms, covering you in kisses.

“Baby doll, don’t you ever leave again!” J purrs in your ear, ecstatic he finally found you.

You melt in his strong embrace.

“I promise I won’t,” you softly speak, kissing him back.

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