Pairing:Hoseok x Reader
Summary: His eyebrows furrowed as he took in your bare legs, before asking, “Baby, aren’t you cold? It’s freezing out.” His chocolate brown eyes widened immediately again as he saw you unbuttoning the sixth button on your coat and his eyebrows neatened themselves out when he noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath.
So I was sharing some Malec headcanons with @f-f-f-fight and I mentioned an idea I had with regards Magnus’ magic. He loved it. I wrote it. And he did these beautiful art for it. They’re stunning aren’t they? Thank you Seph!!!! I still have every intention of framing them. Just so you know ;).
He heard the shout and dropped low, body acting without conscious thought, his mind narrowed on the urgent call in Jace’s voice. The air above his head sang with the glide of the Seraph blade flying through the air and then he heard a thud.
The circle member’s body had barely dropped before Alec was yanking out the blade from the gaping hole the blade had made in the middle of the man’s forehead.
He nodded at Jace who nodded back at him and went back to hacking away at circle members and demons alike, his blonde hair glinting in the moonlight in a way that made Alec spin on his feet, heart suddenly beating hard, eyes searching for the glint of silver necklaces which he hadn’t seen since… The breath whooshed out of him and he sighed in relief.
He’s okay. He’s fine.
Magnus’ fingers shot out in a graceful arc and with a blast of his power he decapitated the demon he’d been fighting, watching unimpressed as the demon dissolved into ash.
He lifted his head, as if he could sense Alec’s eyes on him, dark strands falling over his eyes, glowing golden with the slits that entranced and drew you in with the force and power they held. His eyes held Alec’s for a brief moment and then he gave Alec a cocky grin and dove back into the fight, mind now focused on the circle member that had tried creeping up on him. A driving punch to the solar plexus, an upwards thrust with the heel of his palm that connected with the man’s nose and a direct punch to the face, and the circle member landed with a thud.
Without breaking a sweat, he glided onto the next circle member just as Alec caught running footsteps and raised his blade at the exact same moment a circle member came swinging at him.
His arms shook with the force of the hit and the circle member grinned.
Alec shot his foot out, slamming hard against the circle member’s kneecap, hearing the satisfying crunch of shattering bone that had the man drop with a pained howl. A quick swipe and he took off the man’s head and using the same momentum cleaved the demon that was coming at him from the side.
And then it was a blur of noise and blood and sweat, losing himself to the battle, catching brief glimpses of his lover, his family, his friends, all focused on their fights.
A circle member clipped him and he turned around, grabbed the man’s face, yanked him close and gutted him.
He caught Magnus’ smile just as he dropped the man’s body and smiled back, shaking his head at the wink Magnus tossed at him.
He was just about to turn around when he caught it, the split second when Magnus was distracted looking at him and a circle member swung at him, the edge of the Seraph blade hitting him from behind.
Hi! Can we get the RFA trying to comfort an MC who feels inadequate joining the RFA because everyone's so accomplished in there (either rich, a genius, or talented tbh) and she was just kind of thrown in because of Unknown? I'm sorry if that's oddly specific, but I just had that thought earlier and I love your scenarios/imagines. Thanks~!!!
i’m such a huge piece of shit
for taking this long. i have over 60 requests. i suck ass. i’m sorry. i’m
sorry. i’m sorry but like i have other stuff i need to do and inspiration just
doesn’t come and it would turn out really shitty otherwise. oH, and thank you
so much! and also, it was kind of easy to write this since i can kind of
relate. i’ve been feeling like that lately.
Two days ago, the entire RFA attended an interview since the
association started getting more and more attention with each passing day. Your
actions not going unnoticed by the world, so it was only natural for the world
to want to know more about all of you.
You were ecstatic about the interview.
They started with Jumin, CEO of C&R International, who was
followed by Zen, renowned and incredibly talented actor, then Jaehee, (was/is)
head assistant at C&R International and an incredibly hard working woman.
After her, they started interviewing Yoosung, who was now an incredible student
at one of the most prestigious universities in Korea and who had an extremely
Seven decided not to take part in the interview for security
reasons, but he was a genius and the brains behind the app and security of the
organization. But everyone knew he was essential to the RFA.
Finally, it was your turn to be interviewed. You had the
possible answers for the interview well-rehearsed thanks to Zen. Everyone had
done an amazing job which only made you strive for perfection.
“How did you join the RFA?”
“What do you do for the
“Is it true that you took the
last Coordinator’s place?”
“Do you think you’re living up
to the last Coordinator’s prestigious reputation?”
You noticed that the questions started getting harsher and
harsher, and it wasn’t until some technical difficulties with the lights and
sound, that the interview came to an end.
You were sure Seven had something to do with it.
Your friends and lover weren’t dumb, they noticed the anxiety
that soon started suffocating you thanks to your body language. Zen was the
first one to notice, so when the interviewer asked if they could continue the
interview elsewhere, he intervened and told her in his ever-charming way that
they were unable to stay any longer.
It didn’t surprise you when the interviewer and the producers
decided to call it a day.
You were finally home. Everyone was gone because they all had work to do and you conveniently had a day off.
Sitting on the couch, you started going over the interview and
it suddenly hit you.
You weren’t worthy of being in
There was a sudden
tightness around your throat as the fact that the only reason you joined was
because you had to. That the only reason
you were part of this amazing organization was because you had been dumb enough
to listen to a stranger and go deliver a phone that wasn’t even yours. The only
thing you did was put yourself and the entire organization at risk.
genre: smut, ceo!jimin words: 3k summary: It’s all fun and games for the flirty and playful executive until he catches her getting a little too close for comfort with someone else at the staff party. A jealous and angry Jimin is far from fun and games.
Everyone's family comes to visit for parents' weekend. Including Dex's and Nursey's. But Dex's is late and so after their game a little boy comes running up to Dex, but instead of yelling Billy like the team expects, he yells daddy. Let the team see soft Dex interacting with his son. Let Dex see how amazing Nursey is with kids. Let Nursey lose his chill over adorable baby Dex. Let Bitty bake with this baby! And let Dex see how truly supportive and amazing Nursey is. & backstory for baby plz
i love love love love love this prompt. Its mostly a bullet point fic, but its pretty long…
Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy! :-) xxxx
* Dex leaves the Haus early every night. Usually a few hours earlier than anyone
else. On roadies he heads up to his room at 7 o’clock sometimes, or goes for a walk.
- The team don’t want to pry, but were confused, concerned, and a
little nosy. They have found out he’s on
the phone to someone he’s close to, because they’ve overheard him saying “love
you lots” a few times.
- So they figure he’s probably talking to a girlfriend.
Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is
about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And
the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last
second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he
proves how much he needs her.
Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected
sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS
Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a
kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.
“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I
don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the
damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet
to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had
gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet
had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with
you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you
had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you
I know you did a royal one but how about a different spin where one isn’t suposed to get the crown maybe second or third and then they get it or will get it? And they have to grow up quick to take over?
Pulled back from the front, the shore was a paradise, compared to inland where the stalemate waged, waiting for the big push. The sun took its time dripping through the July sky. Frozen in the thick, heavy evening, it glowed and made the world red and blue and purple and golden, while the water licked at the burnt shore and tried to soothe a bit of the earth for the soldiers.
Fandom: Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU) Pairing: Reader x Bones Word Count: 1,873 Prompt: A prompt from @bkwrm523 a while back: “
So, academy era. Soulmate Au where you can hear each other’s thoughts. You and Leonard kinda chat sometimes, but haven’t met yet. Leonard’s figured out that you’re both at the academy. In the middle of one of his classes, he realizes from your thoughts that you were just in some sorta shuttle accident and badly hurt. He leaves class immediately, gets you to tell him WHERE you are so he can call help. Then, while rushing over, he coaches you through patching yourself up while waiting for help to arrive, all through thoughts.” Warnings: Nothing much for this chapter, just scary scenes and a bit of blood Tag list:@outside-the-government@feelmyroarrrr Others who have asked to be tagged for this fic/expressed interest: @bkwrm523@yourtropegirl@littlecarowrites@auduna-druitt@mccoymostly@nymphadora-blurryface Author’s note: This was turning into a really long one shot so I’ve decided to break it up into three (potentially four) parts. I hope you like it!
It happened on
your first day at the Academy. As though
the enormity of starting your new life as a cadet wasn’t exciting enough, it
was also the day you’d first sensed the thoughts of your soulmate. You’d heard the stories of the few in your
hometown who were fortunate enough to have been born within telepathic range of
their soulmates, but you’d never expected that you’d be one of the lucky ones. You’d dreamed of all the things that
Starfleet Academy would bring you as you traveled south from your home, but
you’d never imagined or really, even considered, that there was a chance of
finding your soulmate.
“Hurry up Y/N!” Your best friend, Taeyong yelled as he sat on the couch, soda in hand. You were at his house to watch the latest soccer match. You rolled your eyes as the sound of the microwave beep interrupted your groan. You grabbed the popcorn and walked over to him, placing it next to his hand as you sat next to it.
“Do I get a thank you?” “Depends.” “On what?” “How good the popcorn is.”
You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder as he threw a popcorn into his mouth, smirking as he caught it. “He shoots, he scores!”, you yelled as he smirked and chuckled while you clapped. “You’re adorable.”, he murmured, looking into your eyes as yours met his.
RFA reactions to catching another 2 drunk RFA members kissing
OOooooooOOooooOoooh boy I’m gonna have so much fun
It’s 4 am and I’m feeling reallllly angsty and I’m down for a quickfic
I’m gonna operate under the idea that the no one in RFA is dating and that it’s MC+Someone who’s not the Member I’m writing for doing the kissing. It’s not exactly what you asked for but I’m feeeeeeling it
RFA React to Drunk MC kissing other Drunk RFA Member
He always noticed that you seemed to like the other members more
But he always held out hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d pick him
So when he looked over and saw you and Zen making out
He teared up.
He knew it was dumb, he knew he should have given up but he never did
He spun the stool to face the bar, eyes wide with him trying focus on anything besides MC and Zen, the mixed drink held in his palms bouncing off the edges of the glass from his shaking hands
He didn’t stay at the bar much longer, just long enough to pound a few drinks and stagger his way home
Once he got home he curled up in bed, drunk and sad, and just sobbed, taking the occasional break to scream into his pillow.
After his eyes were red and sore from crying and burying his face in his pillow, drunkYoosung resolved to end the night off with a long, pitiful, voicemail addressed to you.
She doesn’t get why…why she feels sad.
She watches as you and Yoosung share a sloppy makeout and tries to fathom why her chest feels heavy
Did she drink something strange?
No no, none of that
You’re not kissing Zen, so it’s not worry plaguing her
So what is this …. sad feeling welling up in her
It’s just this disappointment, this subtle longing but…for what
She turns her attention away from you two and back to the conversation at hand
Once you all decide to go home for the night, she lays in bed, still trying to figure out what’s going on in her own head
It bothers her for the next few days
It’s not like she had feelings for you
After about a week of silent, emotional distress Jaehee decides that she just needs to stop thinking about it.
Afterall, even if she was sad, so what? Being sad wouldn’t change the fact you were kissing someone that wasn’t her
He’s laughing and having a good ole time, but his face suddenly falls flat
He sees you and Jumin standing close, when suddenly
You two kiss
Zen’s mouth falls slightly agape
He had been so sure that…that you and him would end up together
Ok maybe not sure but, he knew there was at least a connection between you two
Or, at least, he had dreamed there was
And the fact that it was Jumin just
He slowly turns back to whoever was talking to him now, an empty feeling in his chest, and stomach, and even head.
His entire body just felt…empty.
He tried taking a few more drinks, but the burn was too much. Usually he liked that feeling, it felt almost purifying.
But now when the liquor would hit the back of his throat he felt like he could vomit
He went to beers, but those didn’t do much to numb the pain for him, so he tried to distract himself with cigarettes.
He was on his fourth one of the past couple hours when everyone decided to leave
He hopped on his bike despite protests from the members and drove.
When he saw his home in the distance he sped up, flying past it.
He didn’t want to deal with whatever he was feeling, he just wanted to run away
Run from what he saw, from his feelings,
When he finally stopped driving he was at his spot, and the emptiness was gone
Now it was just anger, resentment, loathing
And behind it all, worthlessness
“I’m not good enough”
He’s staring at you and seven…kissing. Your noses are touching and you’re giggling at something the hacker said as he stares into your eyes
Then you lean forward and messily mash lips together
Jumin’s hand clenches the glass so hard it cracks
He puts it down and heads for the exit immediately, ignoring all questions of where he’s going
He has to walk past you and Seven, who don’t even notice because you’re too wrapped up with each other
He almost doesn’t make it out of the building
He doesn’t get it. He’s so good at locking emotions up, at keeping them away.
So how come hot tears are racing down his cheek as he gets in the car
“Home” He commands Driver Kim, voice still strong and betraying the broken look in his eyes.
He clasps his hand around his mouth, worried soon that that will break and small choking sounds will escape.
He turns his eyes to the window, watching the city scape race by
He just pays attention to that, giving it his all not to think about whatever happened prior to him getting in the car
Eventually he’s home and getting himself prepared for bed.
He hears the ding of his phone
“Juimn u left??/ R u home sfea?”
He lost control for a moment
The phone went flying across the room, ricocheting off the wall and hitting a vase, successfully shattering both objects.
“Mr. Han!?” A security guard ran in, obviously alarmed by the nose
“OUT” Jumin yelled, a feral look in his eyes
The guard, shocked by Mr. Han’s reaction, gave a curt nod and scurried out the room much like Elizabeth had at the sound of Jumin yelling.
Jumin avoided the chat the next few days
The only person he spoke to was Jaehee, and that was via work email, where he would utter nothing related to the RFA
When he finally did return, he was very formal with you, speaking to you by last name and strictly about RFA Party business. No small chat. Nothing personal.
He wanted to be happy for Jaehee
You had been her saving grace for a while now, you made her life better
And he wanted to be happy for you for Jaehee finally recognizing her feelings for you
But he wanted to be happy too
And he just couldn’t feel happy when you and Jaehee were across the room kissing in a dark corner
He had caught it when you two snuck away from the larger group, claiming you had to use the bathroom
He saw your hands intertwined under the guise of “not wanting to get separated”
And he’d see through it if you two claimed you were both just drunk. He had known for a while now it would come to this: You two realizing you liked each other as more than friends.
He knew, which made him kick himself even more for feeling like shit now that it’s happened
‘Just be happy for them’ he mentally begged himself
He put a tight smile on his face as he tried to reengage with the current conversation, but his eyes kept flicking back to the two of you
‘Be happy, you couldn’t have MC anyways so why be sad?’
‘You’re too dangerous for MC. Jaehee is perfect.’
‘You’re not good enough anyways.’
‘She’d never want you’
‘No one will ever want you’
His thoughts spiraled into more and more viscous attacks on himself
Eventually he couldn’t take it and excused himself for the night
He went home and tried drowning himself in his work, but he found even that couldn’t take his mind off it it
It was turning from sadness into madness as he found himself manic, unable to do anything without thinking about you and Jaehee.
Coding didn’t take his mind off of it, browsing the internet, he couldn’t even silently just eat chips.
He tried laying down but his thoughts just wouldn’t shut off
Eventually he found himself curled up, pillow around his ears as if that’d silence the sound of his mind, crying.
He never acted different around the two of you
He never wanted you to know
He never wanted to lose you as a friend at least
He’d still laugh and joke with you online, unbeknownst to you a couple tears would find their way out of his eyes now and then.
Prompt: sango-hentaitenshi asked: Can I request a Kili x Reader where Kili thinks she’s into Fili and it takes someone pointing it out to him that it’s KILI the reader is really crazy for? Bonus points if Fili knows this and uses it to wind Kili up and flirts hella hard with Reader. Thank you!
A/N: Okay, this turned into sort of a project lol meaning that it got really, really long. I feel bad for leaving you guys hanging, so I decided to break it into parts until I can finish it. Here’s Part One…Look for the next tomorrow!
Nori was poking at the small campfire with a stick, trying to keep the flames alive, while Ori sloshed stew into another bowl. I felt some of my anxiety deflate, just a little. It was quiet nights, like this one, I looked forward to. Even though I knew they would be even fewer and farther between as we grew closer to the Lonely Mountain.
one-shot. The reader is shy and easily jealous :).
Warning/s: Smutty ending.
Mind the language.
Word Count: 1,100+
“Hey, handsome.” A
woman winked at Sherlock as she passed by, remembering to sway her hips
afternoon…?” Sherlock oblivious to flirting, replied.
Almost all women (and
some men), have been ogling your boyfriend. The haircut was a joking suggestion
of yours but of course, being utterly smitten with you, Sherlock took it
You pretended to browse the clothes on the department store rack as you
jealously watch Sherlock through the corner of your eye.
Sherlock stood by the
post nearest to the rack you were perusing on, while he politely carried things
you bought. He kept an adequate distance from you because he knows that you
don’t like getting too much attention and because of his new haircut, suddenly
he’s Mr. Sex. Being the gentleman that he is though, he courteously acknowledged
every one-liner from every flirtatious minx that passed by.
Their s/o finds them (uf/us/mt skelebros) bloodied and dying. As the s/o tries to patch them up, what are the final words they whisper before they dust?
I’ve been writing a lot of S/O deaths, how about some Skele death?
Heh, it’s kind of ironic. Red always wanted to die, but all that changed when he met you. Now that he actually wants to live, to spend the rest of his life with you, to marry, to maybe even raise children if you wanted. As you cradle his head in your lap while you attempt to heal him, Red cries, your face blurring from his tears. He wants you to stop trying to save him, because he knows that he’s going to die. Red just wants to spend his last living moments basking in the glow of your smile, to hear the happiness of your voice, and taste your lips one last time.
Red reaches to touch to your face, but before he could, his fingers were already dusting. You scream his name, begging him to not leave you, that you love him, and you need him. His heart breaks for you, someone so amazing like you falling for someone like him.
With his final breath, Red utters “be happy”, as his dust scatters in the wind.
It was a surprise attack and Fell didn’t even get a good look at his attack. How pathetic. He crumbles to the floor in anguish as he musters all of his determination to stay alive and see you. When you find him, he stays strong and angry at the attacker, but his determination isn’t enough. He realizes that he’s going to die when he notices his soul weakening, but he doesn’t want you to see him die. For the first time in his life, he’s selfless, wondering if you’re going to be okay without him, if you’re going to move on, if you’re going to try to follow him. He can’t let you see him die, it’s going to break your heart and break his.
“GO GET ALPHYS! I’LL BE FINE, JUST GO GET HER!” Fell commands. Once you’re out of sight, a single tear falls out of his eye sockets, “I’m sorry…”
Blue didn’t even see the attack coming. He was trying to stop a robber from breaking into his house, but they had a gun and shot him on sight. Blue is strong, he could survive this! He really can! Blue denies that he’s going to die and when you come home to find him bleeding and dying, you rush over to heal him, but he stays optimistic. He treats this fatal wound like a broken arm, and to take your time. He doesn’t want to believe that he has to leave you behind and that you’ll be all alone; he has to survive to this. For you. Blue even starts feeling better, the pain is gone and he’s body feels light. When you can’t heal him, Blue just asks you to take you to Undyne.
“I’M GOING TO BE OKAY! JUST HELP ME UP AND WE’LL GO TO UNDYNE!” Blue gives you a bright, hopeful and infectious smile and you believe him. Everything is going to be okay. Your boyfriend will live and all of this will be a faded memory.
You help Blue up, and as he stumbles in your arms, he instantly shatters to dust.
Stretch keeps no secrets from you and he already knows that he’s going to die. He doesn’t want to, but he can accept it. When you find him and frantically try to heal him, Stretch just stops you, shakes his head, and holds your hand. He doesn’t want to die in pain, and with you here, he’s not. The skeleton kisses your hand and gives you a small smile, assuring you that everything is going to be okay. His heart breaks as you sob, your tears dripping onto his face, but he stays strong. He asks you to promise to take care of yourself and to take care of Blue. You two need to be there for each other right now, but both of you are going to be okay.
“Forget me and move on. I love you,” Stretch croaks as he closes his eyes and dies with a smile.
With his line of work, getting killed is to be expected. He goes in everyday, knowing that it might be his last, but all that still doesn’t prepare him for when it finally happens. He should’ve been more on guard, he shouldn’t have relaxed, not even at home, when a rival gang member stabbed him in his kitchen, now, he’s crawling to the living room, clutching his bleeding side. He knows that he’s going to die, but to hell if he’s not going to get his revenge first. Grabbing a pen and paper, he writes down every intel he has on his own gang and everyone else. It’s hard, but he manages to complete it.
When you come home, Sans doesn’t let you heal him. Instead, he shoves the paper in your hand and gives you his final wish, “Protect this and Papyrus with your life.”
His dust scatters all over your lap.
Like Sans, Papyrus knew that his job would be dangerous, but as he lay dying on his living room floor from a bullet shot through the window, all he could think about was how thank you you or his brother wasn’t home. When you come home, you scream out his name and whip out the first aid kit, but it was already too late, he knew that, but he still lets you try to heal him. You shouldn’t have to just sit there and watch him without trying to do anything. As you fisht he bullet out of his soul, Papy tells you the story of how he met you, his first impression, the moment he fell in love you with, everything. He told you this over a hundred times already, but he wants to die, knowing that despite everything, he’d live a good life, and that he doesn’t regret anything. You sob as you try to heal him, begging him to stop taking and to save his strength, but that’s not necessary anymore.
“Take care of yourself,” Papyrus smiles brightly and crumbles into dust.
Summary: BTS gets drunk and reads fan fiction together.
Pairing: Platonic OT7, Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Ridiculously filthy smut and boys being boys
Word Count: 4914
Warnings: The fan fiction the boys read is quite explicit, but the boys stay (mostly) platonic
A/N: All of the fan fiction the boys read in this is written (badly) by me. Any resemblance to other people’s stories is coincidence. I am not trying to make fun of anyone other than myself as an avid reader and writer of BTS fan fiction.
I hate you Jungkook!” You shout breathlessly, desperately pounding his rock-hard chest with your small hands as he cages you against the wall of your bedroom. You have hated Jungkook since the first day you met him. You hate the way he struts around school. You hate the way all the girls stare at him and giggle when he gives them a confident wave. You hate the way his hair falls perfectly across his forehead in a way that makes you ache inside. “I hate you!” You cry again, pushing him away from you.
“I don’t care!” Jungkook grabs you by your shoulders and pins you roughly against the wall. “I know it has only been a week since you transferred to our school, but you make me feel a way no other girl ever has.” He holds you to the wall as you try to squirm away. “Don’t you know I love you Y/N?” He looks at you with desperation and a bit of madness in his eyes. His lips are just inches away from yours now. You are terrified that he might kiss you and terrified that he might not.
A sudden noise from the hallway makes Jungkook flinch so hard he almost drops his phone directly into the toilet. He listens hard to make sure it’s not one of the other members trying to get into the bathroom. Jungkook really shouldn’t be doing this right now. Jungkook should be working on that new cover song that he wants to post before they go back out on tour in a few days. He checks the time on his watch. Just one more minute…
EXO: Having A Crush On Female Noona Member But Afraid Of The Hate/Possibility Of Her Losing Her Job
(Sorry this was kind of crappy. It really didn’t turn out the way I wanted/hoped it would’ve turned out to be. Some of the reactions didn’t include the losing your job part but I still hope you enjoy. <3)
He could feel himself falling for you, deep inside. The way every time you smiled, his heart would flutter a little bit gave it away. Every time he heard your voice, the everlasting smile on his face would only grow bigger. Every touch sent his way by you would set his body ablaze, your fingers leaving burning spots everywhere you touched. He was only worried about two thing, and two thing only about delving into a relationship with you; the hate and the possibility of losing your job.
“Shoo kitten I have important business to attend. I don’t need you hanging around my shoulders.. You’re getting in the way.” Jerome stared at me his green eyes glimmering with anger and what I read to be hate. Nodding afraid I backed out of the room Jerome and the others were in. This new group of obsessed cultists that built Jerome up to be a god, having broken Jerome out of Arkham for the whole Bruce Wayne circus thing. Now he was just an uppity, cocky, brat! None of the Gotham officials knew where he was only the fact that he was gone. This made it so we could live fairly comfortably in the mansion of one of the cultists.
At that moment they were all chatting about their great come-out called “Panic! under the disco” the name being a close rip-off but was accepted due to Jerome’s enthusiasm. Unimpressed I stormed back to the room Jerome and I shared slamming myself down on the bed weakly hitting one of the pillows. Mockingly I insulted Jerome with childish remarks like “Rotten Ginger” and “Bitch baby blah blah blah” things he would probably not like to hear. “Oh darling!” He cried happily his footsteps coming down the same hallway I had just stormed down. I sat up acting happy “Yes Jerome?” I said pretending to be happy. He poked his head in the door smiling his usual wide smile. “Oh there you are” I watched him stroll confidently sitting down on the bed in front of me crossing his legs like a child. “I need you to put on the most ravishing and..” he came close to me whispering deeply. ‘and revealing” I smirked watching him put on his show of explaining that I was going to be the main bait. Great. I loved being bait. Like the good girl I am I nodded happily snooping around in the closet for my tight black dress that had crossed strings all the way down the dress stopping in an arrow just before my… girly parts. I absolutely despised wearing revealing clothes it made me feel unattractive and like a caged animal only there to let greasy eyes fantasize about the things they would like to do to me. Jerome watched me put on the dress smirking like an asshole. I carried on flicking my long black and purple hair behind my pale shoulders. walking into the bathroom that connected to the right of our walk in closet.
Jerome didn’t follow only saying “We tango in five!” then left the room. I rolled my eyes applying my make-up faster then I was comfortable with. I settled with a mediocre smokey eye and the overrated winged eyeliner everyone and their grandma wore. When I was satisfied I grabbed a pair of black flat and ran barefoot out the door. I saw black SUV we used as transportation creeping down the driveway. Knowing Jerome would never have them stop for me I began to run at the van the gravel below my feet seeming to rip my sole to pieces. When I got close enough the back door swung open and I was able to dive in panting. I heaved out of breathe looking at Jerome who sat smiling smudgy in the front seat. “I hope you brought other shoes doll, those flats just won’t do.” I looked down worried knowing that I was most likely going to be a cause of one of his legendary melt-downs. He sat up suddenly in his seat peering angrily at me. Without me being aware what was going on a par of heavy black heels was thrown at me striking me hard in the face. Jerome laughed clapping his hands. “Strike one!” turning his attention way from me to the road ahead. I held my stinging cheek breathing deeply to avoid crying. Jerome got off on tears, mine would only get him going more. He had become such an asshole ever since he had his face flailed off, just because he had come back from the dead and has all these new followers didn’t mean he was so high and mighty. I shook the thoughts away pulling on the heels. “Stop huffing and puffing dear it’s not attractive.” I glared at his face which was gazing still out the window. o my surprise he turned his head seeing my hateful glare. I dropped my head hoping he wouldn’t say anything, he didn’t having been interrupted the the SUV having it’s breaks slammed.
Jerome bounced up and down excitedly in his chair. “Woo! you ready boys!” He slammed the drivers shoulder. They all jumped out hollering sneaking in through the back to go planting some bomb or do whatever they had planned for the nights festivities. I grunted opening the door and getting out. My ankles wobbled in the heels Jerome had struck me with due to their height and weight. I wandered up the side of the building towards the entrance. It was spray painted with cults and gang sighs, a type of art work that had seemed to be marking every corner of this city. I didn’t know how I felt about that to wbe honest, now I was no goody-goody I had killed more people than most war vets but still I imagined a mother holding her sons hands walking down the street, her son would smile and point to the bit of graffiti asking innocently ‘what is that mommy?’ she would only frown having a feeling that her sons infatuation could lead to involvement and then blam! death by gang member. I wouldn’t want my kids to end up this way. Coming around the front I spotted the doorman, he was young and handsome, easy to woo. I smiled walking up to him. “Gee it’s awful cold out. Do you mind if I step in and warm my hands.” Gently I swirled my hands around his belt feeling his heartbeat quicken. “Su-Sure step right in” I winked walking past him. “Thank you” I would make sure he would live on past tonight. Inside the club was the same as the rest of them baring music, flashing decorations, dumb young people blah, blah, blah. I made my way to the bar ordering three shots of tequila, salt on the rims or each.
The bartender was quick and courteous serving me them up quick so I could down them all feeling the unwelcome burn of hard alcohol. I grimaced at the taste. I took money out of my bra and slid it a crossed the table thanking hi before turning around and mapping everything out. Jerome was no where to be seen only a mass of bobbing heads none of them having the fire red hair he did. I grew lonely at the thought of him not being around but then again I didn’t really ever want to see him when he was around. He had become to cruel ever since he came back to.. dead. almost.
I squinted looking harder, nothing. “Hello miss?” I heard a smooth voice say. I turned to it looking at the face addressing me. He was a thin guy handsome strong jawline, thick black hair. I smiled “How-do-you-do?” I said politely warming up to the stranger. He blushed almost shocked to have my attention. “I’m doing goo-” he dropped his head embarrassed, chuckling to himself quietly. “The real reason I came over here was to ask you to dance. You’re so beautiful and.. alone. It do sent seem right” Now this sounds pathetic but my heart seemed to skip a little. He had the face of a kind hearted man that understood other struggles. I quivered a bit. “S-sure” He led my carefully out to the dance floor reaching the far right corner where it wasn’t to crowded. We faced each other getting into a casual dancing routine, polite and friendly. Neither of us talked very much but we often exchanged looks smiling like fools whenever his happened. A part of me wanted to lay my head on his shoulders to feel his heart beat as well as the sway of his body, but I didn’t not wanting to ruin the moment. I opened my mouth to ask him his name but before I could get it out a voice cracked over the loud speakers. “Good evening ladies and gentleman what a great-” The voice cut out. Squinting i looked towards the speakers that seemed to be projecting the voice. Jerome was standing in top of the tallest speaker microphone in hand, DJ bleeding out next to him. Jerome’s stare seemed to radiate disgust and hate. “Oh Y/N?” he said in a matter of fact tone. I tugged on my new found friends shoulder urging him to leave with me. “Hey someone stop her!” Jerome yelled something like panic wavering in his voice. I grabbed onto the strangers hand harder pushing our way through the mass o confused people.
None of his men could catch us so we were out of the club and out of sight by the time they reached the front door. “You need to get in your car and hurry home” The stranger nodded knowing who Jerome was. Before he turned to leave he closed in on my face slowly planting a warm kiss on my lips. I shivered this being the first compassionate kiss since.. well.. never? He walked away without saying another word leaving me out in the wet night air. I giggled like a little girl twirling around on the sidewalk until something cold stopped me. Cringing I knew exactly what it was.
“Who’s your new boyfriend?” the voice writhed. Sighing I turned around “Jerome-” he cut me off with one finger grabbing my hand and leading me to the alleyway we had parked in. “Let’s talk doll?” Nervously I stopped dead in my track knowing this could end in one of his famous torture cessions. He glared back at me snarling. “I said let’s talk.” he yanked harder on my arm forcing me to follow behind. “ladies first” he said opening the passenger side door ushering me in with a big smile. Nervously I gt in feeling a bit relieved to be off my feet, He got in the drivers side silently fuming as he started p the car. I avoided his gaze instead focusing on the city lights that whizzed by. He headed in the direction of the home we were currently staying in., hopefully if all things went right we would hash out of anger in the bedroom between the satin sheets like we always had but I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be one of those times. We had just reached the gravel driveway when Jerome slammed on the breaks. He looked at me smiling sickly “I apologize I haven’t had my drivers license since.. well.. never!” he shrugged happily for a moment until his grin faded. He started the breathe heavily staring uncomfortably into my eyes.
I tried to look away wanting to focus my attention on the night sky but his gaze held me still. We stayed put for a few seconds until in some fit of rage he pulled out a pistol and stuck it to my forehead. “ya know I should kill ya’ doll embarrassing me in front t of all those people?” he snaked towards me a mulishness grin overtaking his face, he was hurt though something in the deep part of his eyes told me so. I wanted to scream at him expressing how horrible he had been to me but that would only make him want to blast me even more so I took his cruelties. He stared st me not blinking until I nodded acknowledging him. Slowly he took the gun down looking out the front window chuckling to himself.
I wiped a tear off of my cheek sneaking a look at him, his eyes were widened with the night sky, his fists pulsating on the steering wheel. Suddenly he began to laugh harder thrashing his fists and head off of the wheel yelling nonsense at no one in particular. He grabbed my hair pulling me closer to his face. Seething in my ear. “Why did you do this to me?” His hand shook as he held onto my hair. “I-I’m sorry I-” I shook my head slightly trying to loosen his grip but it was no use. “You will be sorry Kitten- I you were stronger than this” I opened myself up a little hoping to deescalate the situation. “You’re cruel to me Jerome. You treat me like one of your thugs that you can just throw around all you want. I’m not though and you know it.” He let go of my hair looking coldly into my eyes. “Since when have you become so entitled?” He asked ending with a horrible laugh. I rolled my eyes getting out of the SUV before getting out all the way though I chucked the blasted heels he had previously thrown at me. They hit him and he gasped, I didn’t see his reaction due to the door slamming him out of my view.
I started walking the sound of the cold gravel crunched under my feet. I focused on the sound instead of the possibility of Jerome starting up the car and running me over. “Y/n wait!” I heard him yell beginning to jog after me. I started in a full run hoping to get far far away from him. His pace quickened behind me I was always a slow runner and plus he had shoes on so it wouldn’t be long until he caught up to me. Again I tried to focus on the night sky as I ran but it was no use the feeling of his hand latching onto my arm. “gotcha” he said His fingernails dug into my skin, I winced at the pain kicking him as hard as I could in the shin. He growled loosing his balance and falling to the floor. I took off in a full sprint distracted when I heard him cock his gun behind me. I ducked hearing it fire three times. I stayed flat on the ground feeling the dust form the rocks get into my eyes. I blinked rapidly trying to rid myself of this pain. Jerome walked up to me sticking out his left hand, his gun still in the right. I grabbed it and he helped me up. “What is the matter with you?!” I said mad.
He shrugged looking into my face. “You think?-” He shook his head looking for the right thing to say. “Look I haven’t been the nicest guy- I know- but seeing you kiss” He growled violently kicking rocks, “I dont want to talk about it! the point is- I’m sorry! Just stop doing this and be my doll again.” I was shocked at his words he looked defeated his face morphed in sadness. I nodded grabbing his hand.. “Why did you kiss him?” he said suddenly walking back to the car. I shrugged “I don’t know” he scoffed “I don’t know?, I don’t know!” His hand wrapped around my throat. “How do you not know. You act like it’s nothing but you don’t have to live with it. You don’t have to live with that-” he busted out laughing striking the car with his fists until his knuckles bled. Pan icing at the smudged blood on the car window I ran up behind him and hugged his waist as hard as I could hoping to calm him down. He stopped breathing heavily. “Oh doll you kill me” he said hopelessly.
I unraveled my arms and grabbed his hand skipping the car ride home walking him the ten feet to the house. I opened the front door letting us both in. “Who was he? huh? Some stud? Business broker with his life in gold?” Hr groaned leaning up against the kitchen table that sat to the right of the door. I shrugged again saying ‘I don’t know’ he winced at my words flipping the table over. “Stop saying that! You’re my whole world and this is how you-” he laughed. I dropped my head all to be lifted up when he was quickly in front of me. “I need to speak with you in the bedroom.” He growled walking away. I grew excited watching his broad shoulders imagining them without the white button up shirt he was wearing. I smiled skipping behind him entering the bedroom just as he was sitting on the desk in front of his bed a devilish look on his face. He snake up to me whispering in my ear. “I’m going to make you forget all about him. I’m the only stud in your life. You got that Doll?” I nodded my hear pulsing in my head.
His hands made their way up under my shirt, his skin cold on my body heat. I closed my eyes letting myself enjoy the sensation until my shirt was completely off. His lips kissed my neck smoothly while he continued to grip the rest. I sighed wishing he was always like this. His lips moved up to my ear, nibbling slightly on my earlobe. He began to whisper. “Don’t even hurt me again.” I opened my eyes sadness coming over my whole body until I saw him smirking as he left the room. “Jerome!” I yelled. IT took awhile for him to answer. “Sorry kitten things to do, places to be, doll snatchers to kill. But don’t worry” Jerome poked his head into the room smiling “I will be back when he’s dead” I shivered in excitement as his foot steps traveled down the hall again and out the front door.
Thank you for reading all more to come Same Bat-Time, Same Bat-Channel!
Thank you for requesting! I don’t know how close I stayed to the lyrics of the song. I rarely get inspired by song lyrics but I like to think I understood the words. And it’s Sehun who is my one and only, not matter how hard the other members swerve lanes!
Sehun tossed and turned across his bed. No matter how hard
he tried, he just couldn’t seem to find sleep. His mind always fell back to you
and the fact that you weren’t by your side. The bed felt extremely cold and
empty without you. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around your shoulders and
pull you against his body, just you and him watching the world go by without a
Usually he was the one that had to leave you, a movie in
China or a concert in Malaysia pulling him away from the one he belonged to. He
was the one who used to leave the bed empty for you. Now the roles were
reversed and Sehun was one cold and alone while you were abroad with your
family. And he hated it.
Throwing the covers off his body, he sighed loudly and sat
up in the middle of the bed, looking around as dim light outlined objects in
the room. Your dressing gown draped over the back of the armchair in the corner.
The tall stack of books you had slowly been working through. Your pair of bunny
slippers that matched his – a present from Junmyeon when you moved in
together. All reminders of you.
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“Barba, the suspect’s past abuse is relevant. With the way he was raised, the kid did not stand a chance at a normal, healthy life.” Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your voice, despite your growing frustration at Barba’s refusal to agree with you.
Being the child psychologist that the Manhattan SVU often consulted, you had gotten to know the snarky ADA quite well during the past few months. Many evenings were spent together preparing your expert witness testimony for his trials. Despite your familiarity, he insisted on thoroughly prepping you every time, claiming that he wanted to eliminate the possibility of any surprises. Since you were paid regardless of whether you worked in your own office or were on loan to the DA’s office, you humored his need for perfection.
Though you wouldn’t openly admit it to him, you had grown to enjoy spending time in Barba’s company. Bickering over a difference of opinion was a common occurrence between you two, but in the end you both enjoyed a healthy debate. The fact that he was incredibly easy on the eyes did not hurt.
At present, you and Barba were at the edge of another heated dispute. A teenager had assaulted two of his classmates. Barba was insistent on trying the perp as an adult. Although the crimes committed were heinous and churned your stomach, your professional experience told you that the teenager needed psychiatric help, not to be locked with the general population of adult criminals.
“Abuse is not an excuse for his behavior. You said yourself, he is mentally competent to stand trial. I will be charging him with murder one,” Barba rebutted your attempt for leniency while shuffling papers.