Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
Seriously? They really kicked you out of college?”
your eyes and glared over at Nicole for being the gossip snitch, something she
had been her whole life but you really had wished she would have kept this to
yourself just for a while. It was, after all, pretty humiliating when you
thought about it.
like you’re surprised, Joey.” You commented with a glimpse in the eye and
lifted your beer up to your mouth, letting the taste explode your senses and
cool down your pre-sweating forehead.
Description: How do you fall in love with someone who can’t talk?
Word Count: 7k+
A/N: Four years ago today I tried to end my life. This piece isn’t prolific, I don’t think it’s even that uplifting. But it’s warm and it makes my heart feel full and thats enough. If you’re hurting today I hope you tell yourself ‘I’ll wait one more day’ and then keep telling yourself that everyday from now.
He was here again.
You bit your lip in quiet anticipation, feeling the butterflies in your tummy bubble over until you felt like you might actually explode. He came in every Thursday night between 6:30 and 8:00 and usually strayed towards the non-fiction and classic works sections in the store. You noticed from his check outs he liked poetry, but he rarely ever visited any new authors, he stuck to classics, but they all had the same depressing theme to them. If you had to see one more Poe, Plath or Bukowski check out you would consider referring him to your therapist, who, as nice as she was, you couldn’t exactly vouch for her turn over rate if you were basing it off yourself.
Prompt: @marissamon: can you write bughead fic with 19, 22, 34 & 36?
Because I want to keep these rather short and sweet I decided to just do the first two, 19 and 22, hope that’s okay! Also I’m ecstatic to be writing my first Bughead fic, I know quite a few of my followers and friends aren’t massive fans of Bughead but I hope that they can treat this as a small oversight. This also serves as an alternative and less angsty version of Homecoming, i.e no FP getting arrested.
19 - “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me.”
22 - “Choose me.”
Betty Cooper found herself perched in a booth at the dimly lit diner owned by one Pop Tate. Aimlessly she spun her candy-striped straw around her rapidly melting vanilla milkshake, worry lines were etching their way deeply into her forehead.
‘Betty, you look - I mean, seriously wow.’
Archie’s words still buzzed in her ears, like an annoying fly that she desperately wanted rid of.
He wanted her.
Now he wanted her. Now she was over him. Now he had Veronica. Now she had Jughead.
‘Can I cut in?’ He’d asked later that night, her arms were slung lazily around Jughead’s neck and his lightly on her waist, he shrugged and handed her over to the broad ginger.
Betty looked down at the offending item of clothing, her silky blue off-the-shoulder dress, aimlessly she pressed down on the ruffled creases of the skirt. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, she thought of the mess that had been created tonight, her potentially unsalvageable relationships. She was sure that Ronnie was going to give her the cold shoulder for the next few weeks. Her friendship with Archie was going to face its biggest strain yet and Jughead -
‘Oh God, Jughead.’ She thought miserably.
The ginger boys large warm hands felt foreign on Betty’s tiny waist, they held a strength that was unfamiliar and possessive. His calloused thumbs rubbed deep circles into her hips bones and annoyingly ruffled the material of her dress.
‘Jughead’s a lucky guy, Betty.’ He said with a hint of charm lilting his voice.
Betty smiled sweetly in response, an uncomfortable awkwardness loomed over her from his words. The soft and slow music was the only noise that filled the silent gap between them.
They both broke the silence at the same time.
‘You first.’ She offered meekly.
‘I-’ He looked up at the gymnasium ceiling, seemingly hoping words would just fall from the sky.
He sighed deeply and raised his hand to Betty’s cheek-
The sound of Pop’s diner bell brought Betty back from her memories of the night. A frantic beanie-less Jughead Jones entered through the door, his wide eyes searched the diner before they finally settling on the petite young woman whose eyes pleaded back into his.
‘Jughead.’ His name caught her throat in a silent choke of desperation.
He slid quickly into the booth, his eyes burned with an intense panic and roamed her face looking for answers to a question he hadn’t asked.
‘Choose me.’ He pleaded and drew her hands into his. ‘I don’t want to sound desperate Betts, but choose me.’
His once composed and formal attire was dishevelled his tie hanging loosely around his neck now and the first few buttons of his shirt undone, his voice was dry and needy, and his hands clung desperately to hers as though if he let go she’d float away.
‘What?’ She whispered timidly, unsure of what the boy in front of her was possibly thinking.
‘Archie.’ He confirmed. ‘Don’t pick him. He doesn’t-’
‘Jughead,’ she stopped him with a raised hand, ‘what on earth are you talking about? Archie? Why-’
‘Jughead.’ She stopped him again, firmly this time.
His panicked eyes continued to search hers, they bore into her soul and pleaded with her heart. Looking at his broken and unsure face made Betty’s bottom lip tremble, how could one person be so unnurtured and unloved.
‘Jug-’ she began quietly with a quivering voice, ‘it’s always going to be you, that was never a doubt in my mind.’
‘Isn’t you.’ She whispered resolutely.
His eyes stilled at her words, they gazed disbelievingly into her own, still apprehensive; still unsure. Betty sighed and drew herself further across the table, plucking his bony hands gently into her own slim ones, she lightly rubbed the familiar callouses of his knuckles.
‘When Archie told me-’ she took in a deep breath, ‘told me he’d never see me in that way, I was crushed - sure.’
Betty looked down at their entwined fingers and chose to focus on them before continuing her story.
‘I was convinced at that time that I loved him, Juggie, but when he told he’d never feel the same way I managed to move on. I could live without the love of Archie Andrews.’ She sighed. ‘But you-’
Her eyes chanced a glance at him, his eyes - like hers had been- were now staring at their tangled fingers. He ran his wet tongue along the bottom of his dry lip absentmindedly, momentarily pulling Betty away from the point she was trying to make.
What she had felt for Archie, she thought that was love, but how could it ever have been? Without Archie she could still breath, she could still eat and sleep, she could still live.
But without Jughead?
‘I’m in love with you, Jughead.’ The words fell from her mouth in a simple truth. ‘I’m in love with you, and it scares the crap out of me.’
His dark eyes continued to stare at their locked hands but Betty could see the effect that her words had on him, his chest rapidly rose and fell as his heart hammered within its dark cavity and his shallow breath hit the back of her hands.
‘I’m pretty terrified too.’ He whispered before pulling her hands up to his wet lips with a chaste kiss.
And that was all she needed to hear.
[A/N: So my first Bughead fic! I’m not sold on the ending but I needed it to end at some point! Also it hasn’t been fully proofread but I will do so before I add it to my masterlist, hope you liked regardless!]
Please let me talk to you about Tony and Maria and music.
Let me talk to you about Maria sitting with six year old Tony in front of the piano for the first time when he’s 6 years old and Howard has just snapped and started yelling at him for the first time, his little legs dangling from the edge of the seat, following Maria’s fingers with intent focus as she plays Clare de Lune.
Imagine him clumsily retracing the notes over the keyboard after she’s finished.
Imagine them spending hours on end inside the music room while Maria talks to him about music history, how she talks to him about Verdi and Puccini and other Italian composers but he ends up developing a special thing for Russian composers, and it’s maybe something about the rage he can hear in the strong notes of Stravinsky and Mussorgsky.
Imagine him falling in love with music and dreaming as a young child, dreaming of pursuing a career as a composer, though he soon learns that dream’s never going to come true because his future has already been chosen for him and he has no way of escaping. Imagine him as a 13 year old seriously considering running away from home to become a musician.
Imagine him playing angry Rachmaninov every time he has a fight with Howard.
Let me tell you how after his parents die, just coming back home from the funeral, he thinks about going into Howard’s study and trashing the place, but instead finds himself in the music room and he’s now somehow playing Clare de Lune. And this is the thing he can remember Maria by, because he has so many things he will always have to remember his father for, everything has got his name plastered on it –the company, the house, his very own person, his own fucking reflection in the mirror– but he’s playing the soft melancholic melody that started it all and he realizes this is so much bigger than any other thing Howard could have left him, that he can play the piano and have something that’s hers (and of course he’s also got her heart and compassion, but that’s not something he’s willing to admit to himself at this point in his life), and he smiles.
Let me tell you how whenever numbers and equations and blueprints clog up inside his brain he stands from his workbench and goes sit in front of the electric piano he’s got inside the workshop and starts playing and all the math falls into order.
Let me tell you about the time Steve found some crumpled music sheets at the bottom of a forgotten cardboard box in the basement and found a symphony scribbled in Tony’s frantic handwriting.
Let me tell you how he goes and gathers a full orchestra and has it played for him on the 20th Anniversary of the Maria Stark Foundation as a charity event and Tony listens to his own composition played for him and breaks down crying for the first time since he was a kid.
a/n: this scenario is actually inspired by this gif ! tehee, i hope you guys like it <3 i apologize for any grammatical errors.
Luck was on your side for the first time and here you are, sitting in your seat with so much anticipation. Gripping on your Canon EOS 5D Mark IV with your right hand, you clutched onto your chest, trying to calm your beating heart.
It’s finally the last fan meet. The first and last fan meet that you’ll attend and there’s nothing more that you could ever wish for but just to see the boys’ face to face. It has always been one of your bucket lists ever since you’ve came to Seoul.
The whispers of other lucky fans sounded like bees buzzing around a flower. Suddenly, with the lights slightly dimmed, the whispers died down as soon as seven figures came in with such grace. Each and every one of them had different vibes and there was one that has already caught your attention.
And it’s no other than Lee Jooheon.
The rapper that had captured your heart for his passion and talent, not to mention his big heart. Despite the fact that a couple of people told you that he was scary, you didn’t care. You didn’t care since behind that image was a soft, ball of aegyo.
Somewhere deep inside of him, you knew that he was someone that has a beautiful and fiery heart, filled with passion and love. Standing just a couple of meters away from you, you couldn’t help but gaze at him with so much affection.
A couple of shutters snapped you out from your thoughts and brought your camera up to your eyes, looking through the eye piece, fingers turning the focus ring until it finally focuses on his smiling face.
Another, and another. He was smiling brightly at different cameras pointed at them. Eyes transferring from lens to lens until it finally lands on yours. Jooheon’s eyes have widened slightly but he quickly regained his composure, he flashed you the brightest smile that he ever has and you didn’t waste any time to capture such moment.
Thinking that he was going to look at another lens, you were about to bring your camera down when he flashed you a finger heart, totally catching you off guard. However, you were quick and you were able to capture it before he brought his hand down and looked away with his cheeks flushed.
Nice shot, [y/n]! you couldn’t help but gaze down at your camera, totally admiring how the shot came out and you started to think of ways to tweak it a bit to make it more beautiful. Losing yourself in your own world, a pair of eyes would constantly glance towards your way – eyes filled with stars.
Jooheon couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of you being cute and beautiful at the same time. Never has he ever felt like this. When his eyes landed on your lens, he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you until he saw your face. You had a different glow than the rest.
Noticing a pair of eyes boring into the back of his head, he quickly turns around only to see a teasing smile from Hyungwon, who has been responding to Minhyuk and Changkyun’s question in such model-like manner.
“What are you giggling about?” Hyungwon asks, slinging an arm around the younger. “Hehehehe, it’s a secret.” Jooheon sheepishly smiled at Hyungwon, making Hyungwon shake him a little bit on the shoulders, making Jooheon burst out laughing before leaning in to his ears, whispering the words that he’s never expected to say.
“I think I have a little crush on one of our fans.”
Pulling away to give the younger lad a teasing smile, Hyungwon could help but burst out into fits of giggles along with Jooheon. This was something that the two of them always liked to talk about. It was impossible for them to not have a little crush on one of their fans, but it was something that they’ve never expected Jooheon to experience.
“Are you serious?” Hyungwon squeaked as he tried his best to calm his beating heart. Man, he was more excited that Jooheon. Jooheon’s frivolous grin was enough for Hyungwon to believe. Giving Jooheon a slight punch on the shoulder, Hyungwon couldn’t help but pull Jooheon back to the table, retreating with flushed cheeks.
“Which one your little crush?” Hyungwon casually asked, finally regaining his composure. “The one with a cream cardigan with a loose white shirt paired with a light washed jeans and a black and white vans old skool skate shoes.”
With Hyungwon’s eyes searching for the right match, Jooheon couldn’t help but let out a fruity laugh. “Found her.” In just seconds, Hyungwon’s twinkling eyes finally found its way to yours, only to burst into a smile when he saw your surprised, yet shy reaction when you caught him staring at you.
([of/n] – other fan’s name)
“Ne~ Thank you for coming to see us, [of/n]!” Jooheon beamed as he waved his hand at the red haired girl. Looking around at the venue, his eyes started to search for you but you weren’t there in your seat. Jooheon’s eyebrows furrowed as he strains his head to be able to have a view of those places that has been covered by a couple of things.
This continued for a couple of minutes until he didn’t notice the person who was sitting right in front of him.
A small yet melodic voice called out to him, snapping him back to reality when in the end, the person whom he was looking for was finally right in front of him. His heart skipping really fast that Jooheon couldn’t help but flash her a shy grin.
“O-oh, I’m sorry for spacing out a little bit… I was looking for you…” The last part came out as a whisper but it was loud enough for you to hear, your pale cheeks starting to heat up from the sudden confession. “I-it’s okay, I’m here now.” You stammered while looking away with your free hand fanning your flushed cheeks.
It was now Jooheon’s turn to turn bright red. Jooheon was like in a glass box filled with emotions that he doesn’t seem to understand. Flashing you another shy grin, Jooheon looks down and takes a hold of your album and opens it on the page where you placed a bookmark for him.
“What’s your name?”
“[y/n]. It’s finally nice to meet you in person, Oppa.” You gazed up at him with your chin resting on your hands, watching his fingers move while writing down your name and his message on the page. His eyes would constantly trail upwards to meet yours, only to look away shyly with his cheeks flushed with a shade darker than before.
“So, [y/n], who’s your bias?” He casually asked with his hands open right in front of you, waiting for you to intertwine yours with his. Your eyes couldn’t help but stare at how his soft, slender fingers before finally intertwining it with his, giving it a light squeeze before winking at him teasingly.
“You’re my bias.”
Badump. First warning.
Chuckling at how adorkable you are, Jooheon squeezes your hand in return with a follow up question. “Do you have a boyfriend?” You couldn’t help but pause for a moment, thinking if this was something an idol would usually ask. Shrugging your shoulders, you decided to just go with the flow without removing the smile that’s been on your face ever since you sat right in front of him.
“I do not have a boyfriend since my heart is only for you~”
Badump. Second warning.
Totally taken a back from your reply, Jooheon couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed laugh. His hands untangles itself from yours before it reaches to cover his face. It was hard to deny that you were definitely something.
Giggling at his reaction, you gently took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands down with a pout, “Don’t cover your face, Jooheony~ If you cover your face then I wouldn’t be able to see that beautiful smile of yours.”
Badump. Final warning.
It seemed like the tables were turned. It should’ve been Jooheon throwing all those smooth replies but because of his jittery heart, he was too embarrassed to do so. Just the sight of your beautiful smile was enough for him to go crazy.
“Hajima~” he cutely cooed, only to burst out into another laugh, making you laugh along with him. “Jooheon, stop hogging our fan!” Kihyun whined, making you look at him with a smile. Pouting at his hyung, Jooheon sadly slumped his shoulders and sighed.
“Our time’s finally up, huh? I have to give you to this hamster…”
“Please, don’t…” you pouted your lips and knew that this was just another fan service. But this wasn’t just a fan service, this also had Jooheon’s sincere feelings. “I wish I could keep you in my pockets but Kihyun would get mad at me for hogging over you… Oh well, it was really nice talking to you.”
His hands reach over to caress your soft cheeks. “It was nice talking to you too, Oppa.” You muttered while accepting the signed album, only to be stopped by Jooheon’s hand.
“Don’t forget to check my message later, alright?” Nodding your head in response, you waved goodbye to him and proceeded to Kihyun, then to the remaining members. Everything was too fast for you but when you were in front of Jooheon, it felt like hours but in reality it was only for three minutes.
Heaving out a sad sigh, you opened your signed album and decided to look at their messages. It was filled with such sweet messages filled with sincerity and concern. Flipping through the pages, your hands stopped right on the page where Jooheon has signed moments ago.
Jooheon’s message was nothing compared to the others. A long and hearty message was written and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with happiness. Each and every word was just as beautiful as he is. Trailing your eyes on the bottom, you couldn’t help but gasp at what was written below.
“And, [y/n], I think I have a little crush on you. I hope we can talk again or even better, meet each other again next time! I know this isn’t allowed but here’s my number, +82 ** **** ****. I really hope that we can hang out sometime or something… hehe… Anyways, have a beautiful day with Monsta X
“I missed you, so much,” Your voice was so small and almost inaudible over the sound of the movie playing distantly on your boyfriend’s tv. However, as the two of you were lying so close and cuddled warmly against each other, he heard you nonetheless.
Stiles couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to your exposed neck and then to your smooth lips at your timid confession before tightening his arms around your body. “I missed you too, more than you know.” A smile graced your lips at his whispered words as you intertwined your fingers with his; your focus was solely on the boy cuddled next to you, forgetting about the movie completely and utterly.
Stiles had only just escaped from the Wild Hunt as of much earlier that morning but due to the fact that the pack still had to destroy the Ghost Riders on limited time, there had been no time to fully relax and catch up on stolen time until now, and you and him were taking full advantage of the quiet while you could, before the craziness of college or any other supernatural disaster occurred.
A quiet yawn past Stiles’ lips before he snuggled his head further into the crook of your neck, “will you stay here with me?”
“Of course,” Your words were filled with security and you felt him relax against you, relief running through his veins. He wouldn’t say it aloud unless absolutely necessary, but he felt so small and alone being trapped in that train station without his friends or family, especially you. And he didn’t want to be away from you any longer. He couldn’t be away from you any longer; it would drive him insane.
Your tired, (y/e/c) eyes flickered down and immediately noticed Stiles’ eyes fluttered shut and soft snores escaping from his parted lips. After a while, you found yourself in a trance, glancing down at the boy you loved more than anything with a subconscious smile gracing your features and fully fledged heart-eyes.
Before you even realised, your fingers were coming up and gently running through his dark hair. You froze for a second when a quiet sigh emitted from him as your initial thought was that you had awoken him. But, when he continued to let out calm, restful breaths, you giggled to yourself quietly and pressed your lips delicately to his temple.
As silent as you could possibly be, you grabbed the tv remote and clicked the bright red button in the top right-hand corner, the room emitting into darkness at your action.
Trying to be still, you then carefully fumbled around with the blanket before gently tossing it over both yours and Stiles’ bodies. You cuddled back into your boyfriend after you got comfortable and he subconsciously does the same in his sleep, snuggling closer to you as almost inhumanly possible as he can before mumbling a quiet and muffled, “I love you,” through his sleepy and drowsiness, his lips slightly pouted towards you as if he were requesting.
“And I love you,” You let out a loving chuckle at your boyfriend’s antics before pressing a sweet kiss onto said pouted lips and then laying your head onto one of his soft pillows, sleep encasing you almost instantaneously all whilst thinking about how lucky you were to have the boy you loved back home and safe, with you.
Björk, de son nom complet Björk Guðmundsdóttir, est une musicienne, chanteuse, compositrice et actrice islandaise, née le 21 novembre 1965 à Reykja
His wicked sense of humour
Suggests exciting sex
His fingers focus on her attouchements,
He’s venus as a boy ~~
Son sens de l'humour malicieux
Suggère du sexe exitant
Ses doigts la titillent
C'est Venus en garçon ~~
Björk - Venus As A Boy
“S-sorry! Sorry! So sorry! Here’s your coffee! Uh sorry!” You came bustling through the GCPD with coffee in one hand and your bags in the other. Your heart pounding due to the shouts of anger towards you.
“Don’t send her on the next coffee run!”
“Can we get a new intern around here? This one sucks!”
“(f/n)! Gordon needs you at the desk!” Alvarez shouted to you. You just walked into the GCPD, maybe even two hours late, but everyone loves you so that shouldn’t be a problem at all right?
“You’re in big trouble this time.” He whispered as you walked past him.
Wrong. It was a HUGE problem. You were late these last three weeks, for something was troubling you. Well, someone was trouble you. WELL, the lifeless corpse of the someone was troubling you. And for that reason, you couldn’t think straight.
“Good morning to you too, Alvarez.” You said in your mind, while your body gave him a nervous smile. Walking up the steps, you eyed your Uncle who gave you the “I’m-so-disappointed-in-you-why-can’t-you-just-be-on-time” look. That’s right. You’re niece to detective Jim Gordon. So everyone, everywhere always had their eyes on you.
“(f/n). Late again.” Jim crossed his arms looking at you.
Harvey took a sip of his drink and nodded. “Someone is getting a whooping tonight.”
“Harv, please.” Jim groaned.
“Uh-I-uh-I know I’m late y-yet again but, I had car trouble, I ripped my pants…right in front of the mailman, I had to do a coffee run. The coffee is cold by the way. I-well it’s just hard for me this week, okay?” You rubbed your upper arm.
“And the week before last…and the week before that.”
“I know and I’m sorry.” You sighed, letting your shoulders hang low.
“Listen kiddo, I understand what you’re going through, almost. I was afraid when Jerome hurt other people as well, but he’s dead now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“I can’t believe you actually dated that psycho.” Harvey took a bite of biscuit and shrugged at Jim. “I thought you were kind of loony yourself to be honest.”
“Wow…thanks Harvey. My confidence just boosted up past one hundred.” You mumbled under your breath.
“Ignore him.” Jim said, eying him coldly. “If you need anything, just remember I’m here.”
“Thanks.” Tears brimmed at the end of your eyes as you mumbled. Quickly taking the unorganized files, you hurried away to the filing room, not wanting anyone to see you cry.
Shutting the door, you quickly ran behind a row of file cabinets, sliding down on to the floor. Your shaking hands covered your now wet face. Remembering Jerome always did this to you. It was just routine to you now.
His body was lying right across the hall. At times, you would feel the need to want to see him, but that thought was only countered with another thought of why you shouldn’t see him. All of those bad memories would only flow back, but so would the good ones.
When he kidnapped you, you were frightened, but happy. You were worried, but you also felt safe. Anxiety overcame your heart and in that moment you felt like you couldn’t breathe. There was a part of you wanting to feel that again.
“Woman up, (f/n).” You told yourself. Nodding, you got up and wiped the tears from you eyes. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”
Straightening out your clothes, you picked up the files and began to put them where they belong. You looked up at the clock. It read “10:37 am”. Sighing, you knew it was gonna be a long day.
It was 4 pm now. You were almost finished, but Jim thought it would be best if you headed home a few hours early.
“Get some rest. You don’t have to come in tomorrow if you don’t want to. And forgive me for being to hard on you. I just don’t want you getting hurt, kiddo.”
“I know.” You smiled, hugging him. “Just let me give Lee the file, pen, scalpel, and gloves she asked for awhile ago.”
He returned the hug and smile. “Sure.” Letting you go, he sighed. Of course he was still worried for you. From what he saw, you weren’t doing okay mentally or physically. “All she needs is rest. Hopefully.” He said to himself.
You arrived at the morgue shortly, all the items in your arms. You went to put them in her pouch that remained outside her door for that reason. You stopped however, when you saw the door was cracked open.
“I’ll just give them to her since she’s here.” You pushed the door open with your foot, peeking your head around the corner. “Lee? I got everything you asked for. Sorry I’m late.” You squeaked, hoping she wouldn’t be too angry with you. Turns out though, she wasn’t in there at the moment.
“Lee? I hope you’re not mad at m-” You screamed, dropping everything when you bumped into the table, an arm sliding out from under the dark green sheet.
Your hand over your heart, you quickly backed away from the body, picking up everything and placing it on the counter behind you. You turned to leave, but as you did, you saw ginger hair poking out from under the sheet as well.
That anxiety you felt before, started to return. You swallowed, slowly walking up to the body. You removed the sheet and there he was.
“Jerome.” Tears streamed down your face, a few dripping onto his. His skin was a bit cold and a bit warm to your touch, but you paid no attention. For your own skin felt like it was on fire. His lips were a faint blue and his smile was the same as it was the night he died. Relief and regret boiled within you as you covered his face with the sheet once more.
Hurrying out of the morgue, you didn’t realize his finger twitched. Your only focus was to get home, to get away from here.
It was a bit later now and Lee just arrived at morgue. She saw the supplies you left her and gave a small smile. She turned towards the table to tend to Jerome’s corpse, but when she did, she realized he wasn’t there.
“What?” Without a second more Jerome was behind her with a gun to her head.
“Boo.” He whispered.
Jerome then began to question Lee about certain topics. His fans, Theo, Jim, whether he and she-
“Did you and I ever…”
“Oh God! No!”
“Oh wait wait wait, maybe it’s not you. Hold on the image is coming to…….WHAMMO! (f/n), where is she?”
“…” Lee only sat in silence, staring at him as if he was the dumbest thing on this earth. She wasn’t at all afraid of him coming back, she was more annoyed. Especially with him being the third thing going wrong in her life.
Jerome rolled his eyes and began to try to recreate your figure with his hands. “She’s this high, her body is like smoking hot, she’s crazy hot. She also had the most beautiful (s/c) skin and these eyes that would make you melt. Kind of shy too, I remember. Hey…did she and I ever-”
“NO. You were too busy getting murdered by Theo. I’m glad she came to her senses after dating a psychopath like you.” Lee sat with her arms crossed, a cold glint in her eyes.
Jerome dropped his shoulders, already tired of how long this was going on. “Look Doctor, I don’t wanna be here, you don’t wanna be here. So, let’s cut to the chase. Tell me where she is or I blow your brains all across this room.”
“Go ahead. What else do I have to live for?”
“Oh right. Jim, your dead fiance. Sheesh.” Jerome was contemplating on what to do, when he remembered something from long ago.
“This is my place! It’s not so much for two, but if you ever need a place to stay…” You blushed at your boldness, arms behind your back.
“I’ll remember.” Jerome smiled. “Now come on. We have to get ready for tonight. The star of the show needs to be there on time!”
“Alright! Stay out here. I’m gonna go put on my best dress!”
“Nevermind! I know exactly where she is. But first, I need to pay this handsome devil a visit.” He groaned, hitting the nose of the gun on the TV screen. “Now, I’ll be on my way. Keep watching! You don’t wanna miss what happens next!” Jerome put the gun in the back of the police pants he had put on and walked out of the morgue.
It wasn’t long before he started wrecking havoc in Gotham. He stole a police car, ran over a guy, and by this time Jerome and Dwight were on their way to kidnap you and bring you with them. But you had no idea what was in store.
Dwight sat in the back, fidgeting with his fingers. Nervous because his idol, role model, maybe even the love of his life, was sitting right in front of him.
“So this girl we’re kidnapping, who is she?” Dwight asked.
“Ughh. Again, she’s my girlfriend, who supposedly isn’t my girlfriend anymore, but she will be my girlfriend, because she was my girlfriend in the first place.”
“Right, o-of course.”
The vehicle finally came to a stop in front of your place and Jerome looked out the passenger side window from the driver’s seat. He wanted to see if you were home, but he couldn’t tell from down here.
“Dwight, how do I look?” Jerome asked fixing his collar and hat.
“Like you just came back from the dead.”
“Thanks buddy, I can always count on you.” He said rolling his eyes.
“………won’t be coming after all……..for the day off. I think I really needed it.” A faint voice could be heard in the distance along with door slamming shut.
What are the odds you’d be arriving, just as Jerome pulled up. You had a box in your hands and a few grocery bags dangling on your arm.
Closing your car door with your foot, you turned around and started walking to your house.
“I’ll stop by though. I misplaced my book and I think it might be in the filing room.” You laughed.
Jerome stared in awe. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. That (f/c) coat you would always wear. The way you’d stumble when you were carrying a bit too much that you could handle, but you’d eventually regain your balance and it wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Your smile, your laugh. Everything was coming back one by one.
“Okay. I’ll be there around 3? Alright. I love you too. Bye.” You took your phone off of your shoulder and put it in your bag. You put your key in the door, but you broke it when a voice startled you.
“Can I help you with those miss?” Dwight approached you, a nervous smile playing on his features. You looked at him up and down, studying his body language. There was something wrong here.
“No, but thank you. I do appreciate it.“
He grabbed your wrist stopping you from leaving.
“Please, (f/n). I insist.”
The once nervous grin turned into a scowl and fear struck your heart. “How do you know my name?”
His eyes widened, a little shocked by himself. “I said let’s go!”
“No! Let go of me!” You twisted his arm and then kicked him away.
Dwight winced in pain, landing hard against the concrete. "She’s stronger than she looks.”
Jerome sighed once again. “If you want something done, do it yourself.” Getting out of the car, Jerome walked behind you and held the gun to your head.
“Listen dollface, I suggest you get in the van without a fight and maybe you’ll make it through this.” He said, inhaling your favorite perfume. “God did I miss that smell.”
You froze in your place. Scared to speak, scared to do anything. “Jerome?” You said under your breathe.
“Dwight do the honors.” Jerome slightly pushed you towards the van so Dwight could tie your hands. Satisfied, he walked back around to the driver’s seat.
You only stared in fear and confusion. That piece of action you said you were missing, well you got it. Your anxiety, that started to make it’s way back too. It was all too much.
“There’s nothing to worry about, (f/n). This is just like old times.” Jerome smiled back at you from the driver’s.
And not being able to breathe, you eventually passed out.
Oh for fucks sake, since when do we believe what is said on print articles in the gospel truth?! This applies to ALL OF THEM! Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall and Zayn… Stop creating double standards and being hypocrite about it!
❛ maybe we should start with a little, you know, making out and see where it goes from there. ❜
❛ what did you do?! ❜
❛ jesus hot sauce christmas cake. ❜
❛ i suspect that SOMEONE is not being entirely honest with me… ❜
❛ i know you’re all probably worried about me. ❜
❛ wait a second, are you saying we should break in? ❜
❛ i don’t think it’s breaking in if you own the place. ❜
❛ maybe if we’re lucky, she’ll follow us out here and get eaten by a bear. ❜
❛ let’s party like we’re fucking porn stars! ❜
❛ do you intend to continue with this elaborate self indulgence? ❜
❛ you want to ruin our fun that bad? well, guess what? you can’t! you can’t ruin our good time. _______ and i are gonna fuck! that’s right! we’re gonna have sex! and it’s going to be hot! so enjoy it, because we will! ❜
❛ you couldn’t buy a loaf of moldy bread with your skanky ass. ❜
❛ that bitch is on crack or something. ❜
❛ i didn’t really figure you for the glass half empty type. ❜
❛ stay out of it, you dumb oaf. ❜
❛ when are you gonna take him/her/them to the bone zone? ❜
❛ get away! get away from me! ❜
❛ you just won’t listen to me, and things seem pretty fucked up. ❜
❛ you had so many people who cared about you, who were willing to help, but at every turn you chose to push them away. and now you’re all alone. ❜
❛ no, no, no, not again! ❜
❛ you are a coward! ❜
❛ i don’t take orders from you. you can’t tell me what to do. ❜
❛ okay, i trust you. i trust you. ❜
❛ why didn’t you save me, ______? ❜
❛ come on, it’s okay. ❜
❛ are you sure? ❜
❛ well, i’m not dead yet. ❜
❛ it’s freezing, i can’t feel my fingers. ❜
❛ i’d like to focus on how we’re going to get the fuck out of here, please. ❜
❛ it doesn’t hurt anymore. really. ❜
❛ fuck, i can’t do this. ❜
❛ you did the right thing. ❜
❛ no, there’s no excuse. there’s no excuse for this! ❜
“When you recognize that there is a voice in your head that pretends to be you and never stops speaking, you are awakening out of your unconscious identification with the stream of thinking. When you notice that voice, you realize that who you are is not the voice — the thinker — but the one who is aware of it.”
— Eckhart Tolle
Self Observation is the simple technique of observing one’s thoughts and how they interplay with emotion.
This is important because most people go through life never truly understanding how thought affects emotion. They simply think and feel even when they do not want to think and feel about a particular subject. In fact, most people are unaware that we even have the capability to do this. When we learn to observe our thoughts we come to the realization that there is a distinction between “I” and the inner talking. One cannot observe one. It takes two, an observed and an observer.
Then an amazing thing happens. When we start to self-observe we gain control. You will observe a strange phenomenon. This ball of negative emotion does not want to be observed. Somehow it has an awareness that to be observed is to be controlled.The simple fact of observing a thought and the emotion which follows gives us this ability. It starts slowly at first but then the more we do it the better we become.
This is how we do it:
Step out of your mind as if you were a completely dispassionate and objective observer. Listen to the thoughts and watch how they change the feeling. Visualize the sadness as a pulsating ball of feeling located about four fingers above your navel. Focus on it. Feel it change.
Now for the final part.Breathing. A very special, ancient kind of breathing. Sitting, back straight breath deeply through your nose and visualize the breath as it encounters the ball of sadness. Hold the breath for a few seconds and while you pull your abdomen inward and upward then release the breath slowly. Without your doing anything at all you will feel a lessening of the sorrow. Stay focused on the ball and use the breathing to dissipate it.
Experiment with this. Learn to use this technique to focus on your body. Learn to observe your body carefully and, most of all, mindfully. Listen when it is hungry, observe how your body reacts to hunger. Listen when it is fatigued. Listen when it is aroused. Listen to the body when you are angry. Feel the heart rate jump. note the effect on breathing. Pay attention to all of the sensations it offers you. See how mood changes with these factors.
Self-observation offers immediate results and control comes fairly effortlessly once the observation starts.
A/N: This was a requested one shot and it’s very different from anything I’ve ever written because it’s fluff instead of my usual smut. If you guys want to request anything, you can always send them in here! Love, J xx.
Request: By @irosietorresHey can you do one where Dylan is married and had a little 2 year old
boy, and is coming home for Christmas only to find out his wife if
pregnant with his second child…?! I that that’ll be cute! #DaddyOBrien
Nothing would ruin Gray’s good mood that friday. That must have been the first day of the whole week that did not turn into a complete disaster and, in addition, with the end of the college finals week, he could finally spend some time alone with his girlfriend.
At lunchtime he saw his friends in the cafeteria, already seated at one of the tables, and walked over there with a smile on his face.
“Looks like someone’s in a good mood today.” Levy said when the dark haired boy seated next to her.
“Yeah… What’s with that stupid face?” Natsu looked at his best friend as if he were from another planet, and Lucy laughed beside him.
“Honestly, I’m curious, too. Gray Fullbuster, happiness and morning classes do not match at all.” The blonde thought for a moment. “I’ll bet Juvia is involved in this.”
“Did you two kill classes for a quickie or what?” Cana looked at his friend with a big, malicious grin, and Gray just rolled his eyes.
“Loki is coming here, let’s just ask him.” The petite bluenette suggested.
They saw the orange-haired boy approaching their table - which took forever because he stopped several times to flirt with some girls - and as he sat down, all his friends were looking at him.
“Loki, do you know why Gray is like this?” Lucy asked as she pointed at the brunet.
“I’m normal!” He said.
“No, you’re not!”
“Oh, that’s easy.” Loki smirked. “Fridays movie night at home with Juvia.” The Fullbuster snorted, but without the usual frown on his face. “They go to her apartment to "watch” a movie and then Gray only comes back on Saturday night. Sometimes even on Sunday morning.“
"Thank you very much, Loki. You’re an idiot.” Gray glared at him, but Loki just shrugged.
“But he doesn’t get happy like this every week, does he?” Levy asked, confused.
“Gray must have been deprived of sex during the finals season!” Cana laughed out loud.
“You guys suck, you know that?” The brunet mumbled, but as soon as thin arms circled his neck and hugged him from behind, the smile was back in his features. He looked up and saw his beautiful girlfriend with a shy smile looking at him with affection. “Hey.”
“Hi, Gray-sama.” Juvia gave him a quick kiss before looking at the rest of the group. “Hi, guys!”
“Mrs. Fullbuster has finally arrived.” Cana smiled at the blunette, making her blush deeply with her words.
“Did you come to lunch with us, Ju?” Lucy asked her with a big smile.
“Ah, Juvia can’t. She promised Meredy that we would talk at lunchtime.”
“Is everything okay?” Gray asked with a frown.
“Nothing to worry about. It’s just a girl thing.” She explained before stealing another kiss from her boyfriend. “Juvia just came to say a quick ‘hello’. She has to go now.”
“So.. Movie night?”
“Movie night! Sure.” She gave him an anxious smile before kissing him for a few seconds. The whistles from his friends almost made him roll his eyes, but kissing his bluenette was much more interesting. “See you later.”
“You two are so cute!” Lucy and Levy spoke at the same time when Juvia left, and Gray just ignored them as he felt his face warm up a little. It was for this reason that he did not like being romantic in public.
“Why didn’t you ever call us to watch something with you?” Natsu suddenly asked in an offended tone, and everyone at the table stared at him blankly.
“Dear, they don’t-” Lucy tried to explain that Gray and Juvia did not do just that, but Loki, unfortunately, had been faster.
“Natsu, they do nothing but fuck all night.”
“We watched the movies.. At least the first three times.” Gray spoke with an amused smile.
“Beginning of dating?” The orange-haired boy tried to guess and gave a convinced smile when his friend nodded. “I knew it! Never rush things.”
“Never.” Gray nodded.
After school ended, Gray walked into the parking lot with Josh Wright - one of his classmates - at his side, both talking about a presentation they would have to make together soon.
“Fullbuster, you really are a lucky bastard.” The blond boy spoke suddenly, stopping in the middle of the parking lot and making Gray frown and look around in confusion.
That’s when the dark man understood what his colleague meant. Juvia was leaning casually on his motorcycle, waiting for him, and probably unaware of how tight her jeans, low-cut blouse, and jacket made her sexy.
“I know. "Gray shrugged and laughed as Josh narrowed his eyes at him. "We’ll talk later, Wright.”
“Shall I call you over the weekend?”
“I’ll probably be a little busy.” The brunete nodded in the direction of his motorcycle.
“I hope at least you’re going to be busy with the girl.” The blonde said before walking to his own car.
The Fullbuster finally walked up to his girl, and when she saw him, she grinned.
“I think they traded my girlfriend for a very hot motorbike rider.” He spoke when he was near her, making her laugh softly.
“Is Juvia looking like a bad girl?” She tried to make a threatening expression as she folded her arms.
“Yeah, you look badass.” Gray tried to hold back his laughter. Your girlfriend was so adorable. “All you need is dark sunglasses and then you’re going to be as scary as Gajeel.”
“Gajeel-kun is not scary. He’s a very sweet person inside.”
“So.. About the movie. Your house or mine?” He flashed his more flirtatious smile. Juvia blushed a little, but then hugged her boyfriend by the neck.
“Juvia’s. Gajeel-kun got tired of sleeping on the couch and decided to stay in Levy’s house while not moving to his new apartment.”
“So now you’re alone all the time?”
“All the time.” The bluenette smiled in a suggestive way. “Unless Gray-sama stays with her once in a while.” She pulled him down for a long kiss, which the dark haired boy corresponded with great enthusiasm on his part.
“GET A ROOM!” They heard Cana’s voice scream from somewhere.
Arriving at Juvia’s apartment, she immediately went to prepare the treats so they could eat during the movie.
“Do you need any help?” Gray asked leaning against the kitchen doorway to watch his girlfriend.
“Juvia has everything under control, but thank you.” She smiled at him. “Any special requests, Gray-sama?”
“Hmm.. What do we have so far?”
“Some snacks, soda, juice; and Juvia is making popcorn.”
“If I’m still hungry, can we order a pizza later?” He asked hopefully, making the bluenette look at him with amusement. “Or we can forget all this and just ask for the pizza.”
“How badly do you want this pizza, Gray-sama?”
“I could kill someone for one.” The brunet shrugged.
“Fine!” She laughed. “Gray-sama can have his precious pizza.”
“I knew I loved you for a reason.”
“Are you sure you don’t want it?” Gray asked for the tenth time, taking the second slice of pizza to his mouth.
“Yes, Gray-sama. Juvia is sure. You can eat as much as you want.” His girlfriend was focused on the TV; she was looking for a movie on Netflix. “What are we going to watch?”
“Anything but animation movies.”
“Aw, why?!” Juvia sounded so disappointed.
“Next week we can do a Disney marathon if you want. But not today.” He spoke, irrefutable. Every time the woman chose a movie like that, she paid no attention to him. No kisses, not even a wandering hand here and there - and certainly no sex. “Deal?”
“Deal! Juvia will not forget that.” She seemed excited to sing all the songs she knew from every Disney movie.
“Believe me, I know you won’t.” He snorted.
“Juvia found one! What does Gray-sama think of 'Sharknado’?”
Gray was amazed by his girlfriend. She really seemed to be enjoying the Shark-something.
After nearly 30 minutes of movie, he put his hand on her knee and began to stroke her thigh over the jeans. His lips went to her neck and he felt her goose bumps as he nibbled the lobe of her right ear.
“Gray-sama never pays attention to the movies.” The bluenette whispered with her eyes closed, and almost gasped when the brunet took one of his hands under her shirt and began to caress her stomach with the tips of his fingers, softly.
“I’d rather focus all my attention on you.” He whispered back, cupped her chin, and turned her face toward him so he could put his lips on hers in a slow kiss.
When their tongues touched, Juvia put one knee on either side of his waist and straddled him, deepening the kiss and letting it become more and more hungry and desperate. She felt his big hands go up to her ass and squeezing it hard as they tried to pull her closer. Juvia brushed her sex into the bulk of the brunet’s pants, making him moan softly, and he thrusted his pelvis a few times in response to continue the delicious rubbing.
She stood up suddenly, and licked her swollen, red lips seductively as she took each piece of clothing very slowly.There were a few sharks flying on the television screen behind her, but still, watching her undress without any shyness and with that feline look that seemed to devour him with so much desire, it was one of the most erotic visions for him.
“Juvia needs help to take a shower.” Juvia took both of Gray’s hands and guided them to her breasts - and she moaned loudly as he squeezed them immediately. “Gray-sama needs to help Juvia here.” She took his hands to her ass. “Here.” And at last she took only one them to her sex, where he massaged her clit with his thumb and felt her wet folds with his middle finger. “Ah! And here.”
“Well..” He swallowed, feeling his pants get painfully tight as she moaned with his touch. “What are we waiting for?”
With that said, he put her over his shoulder and led her into the bathroom, locking the door next. The movie - which was still on TV - was long forgotten.
Hell yeah, fridays movie night at home were the best!
AN: Hiii guys! How u doing? Er… This oneshot turned out to be a little more naughty (?) than I expected LOL! I hope you all enjoyed. Kisses from bacomeloN! Ps: Sorry about any mistake (I’m not a english expert, sorry D: )