he's like yeah this is jennifer


     “Yeah..” He sighs, “..it’s not related to her recent behavior though. And it’s nothing like the pills I have to take, hers are more for migraines,” he explains briefly.

“Ah..” After it processes, she apologizes and asks for Peter to continue.

He nods, “Right..so, she’s been..rather..irritable lately, more than usual. And she always seems to be tired..even if she’s slept-in later than I have..” He continues, explaining the other symptoms to his grandmother.

     Veronica stands there, intriguingly listening to her grandson while he’s explaining. A faint smile forms on her face, the more he described, the more she narrowed it down to two things.

After explaining all he could, Peter notices her smile, “Veronica..?” He asks, perplexed, “Why..are you smiling like that..?”

“Oh? Ohh, heh..my apologies dear,” she says, smiling more, “It’s just..there are two possibilities to what might actually be happening to miss Darling.”

“Two..? Are they..good?” He asks.

“If they weren’t, would I be smiling?” Veronica asks back. He actually had to think about it and she narrows her eyes, “No. The answer is no, Peter.”

He smiles nervously, “R-Right..so..what exactly are these..possibilities?”

“Well, she has similar symptoms that Binnie had received when she was in her human-to-vampire transitional stage.” She continues, “The vomiting, fatigue, and soreness are all common for a young human’s first experience with vampirism. So, it’s possible she might be turning.”

“Ha..! That’s impossible, Veronica. She’s already a vampire,” he tells her, then mumbles to himself, “And..I think I would’ve remembered turning her..”

“Uhuh..sure she is. Now the other possibility…” She looks over at the door, then back at Peter, “..is that she could be..pregnant.”

Mikayla and Peter freeze as their eyes widen, she looks over at Veronica, “What…?!” She says in unison with Peter.

BTS Spill Details on Their Upcoming World Tour – Plus, Will They Ever Record Music in English?

BTS has definitely gone global.

The Korean boy band was greeted by hundreds of fans at LAX airport on Tuesday as they landed in the U.S. ahead of their performance at Sunday's2017 American Music Awards – and has plans to take their show on the road to meet even more of America’s ARMY.

“Our fans, ARMY, I love you,” J-Hope told ET’s Denny Directo during an interview at their AMAs rehearsal on Wednesday, as the band opened up about their upcoming 2018 world tour.

“We will visit more cities, and I think we will definitely be like, adding more stages. I don’t know the particular time of when we will be coming back [to the U.S.], but it will definitely be doper and bigger,” RM revealed. “It’s gonna really happen.”

“Yeah, of course,” J-Hope added of whether he, RM, Jin, Jimin, Jungkook, V and Suga plan to perform tour dates in Europe and Brazil as well.

“We just finished this tour named Wings, and I think it is going to be like, a new series for the tour, so of course including United States, it’ll happen, I think. I hope it will happen everywhere, every continent,” RM shared. “We want it too.”

Recording music in English might be less of a priority for the group, through they’re definitely breaking into the U.S. market.

“We’re releasing our new song, ‘MIC Drop’ remix with Steve Aoki and Desiigner next week. It’s going to be like, an English version of something, so I think we will try some versions like that later,” RM explained, as the band dished on who they hope to collaborate next.

J-Hope and the guys pressured Jungkook to reveal his love for Justin Bieber, which he confirmed. “Yeah.”

V, meanwhile, revealed his desire to work with Daniel Caesar. “I love him,” he raved.

As for RM’s wishlist? That would be “Sabrina Claudio, Drake and, of course, Migos.”

For now, however, the group is focused on their upcoming AMAs performance – which RM teased they couldn’t be more “ready” for.

“We’re going to do it like we always have been,” he declared.

© Jennifer Drysdale‍ @ Entertainment Tonight


This is like the dream when you’re working, to be paired with someone that you really enjoy. Not just as a person but as an actor. It was such an obvious thing the instant he was on the show. It was one of those things where I think we’d only shot one scene and I was getting emails from Eddy and Adam that were like “Oh, shit!” And I was like “Yeah, it’s good, right? We actually like each other and we want to be friends.” So, every scene with Colin has been my favorite scene. - Jennifer Morrison

Her Favorite Genius

This is my fic for @passionate-hedgehog‘s exchange!  I got @stunudo to write for!

She only had a couple preferences: that it takes place within the first eleven seasons and that it has JJ, Garcia, and Spencer in it.

Coming up with an idea for this was easier than I expected.  This is inspired by the end of season 8 episode 5, where JJ announces Henry is going trick-or-treating as his favorite profiler, Spencer.  In this fic, Spencer and Y/N’s daughter decides to go as her favorite tech genius!

Hope you like this darling, I really enjoyed writing it!  Sorry, it’s a little short, I’ve hit a stump and really needed something to get me out of it.  This helped, but I hope it’s good nonetheless!

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“No trick-or-treating for you this year?” Rossi asked Morgan as they made their way through the bullpen.

The chiseled man chuckled and shook his head.  “Tempting but I think not.”

“How about dinner?  I’ll buy,” Rossi offered, smirking at his coworker.

“I’ll take a free meal any day.”

“What about Jenn, Y/N?  She still not going to trick-or-treat?” Rossi asked Y/N.  She was stacking file folders on her desk, trying to organize quickly so she could get out of there.

“Funny you mention that,” she replied with a smirk.  “She’s changed her mind.”

“Everyone,” Spencer said from the doorway.  “As you all know, little Jenn said she didn’t want to go trick-or-treating this year because she was a bit nervous about it.”

“Takes after her father,” Penelope said with a smirk.  “What changed her mind?”

“Well,” Y/N said, “I told her that if she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to, but that meant she wouldn’t get to show everyone what she dressed up as.”

“You blackmailed a toddler?” Derek asked amused.

“She wanted so badly to dress up as her hero and favorite genius that she decided to come here and around the rest of the Bureau to get her candy.”

“She’s dressing up as Spencer?” Penelope gushed, placing a hand over her heart.

“Nope,” Y/N said with a grin.

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one scene in every episode: 12x13 spencer

So what do the actors think Emma and Killian’s “dream honeymoon” would be? “Five minutes alone probably,” O'Donoghue chuckled.

“Yeah, exactly!” Morrison smiled. “Just somewhere with a door locked. I think just a couple bottles of wine and some french fries and a bath, maybe?”

“Oh really, what else?” O'Donoghue pressed.

“I don’t know!” she answered playfully. “I just feel like it should be really relaxing because their lives are very stressful because they’re always trying to save people and I feel like a romantic bath might be nice.”

“Well, there you go!” O'Donoghue said as he and Morrison burst into laughter.


Jen & Colin talk Honeymoon in Leanne’s ETonline interview

Give me all the honeymoon bath fics now!!

And my bartender Santa gave me an extra dose of Christmas cheer.

(warning: long story)

I’m a regular at a bar. I don’t have family, my room mate was out of town. So I went to the bar.

I was having a good night. Then this mother f*cker showed up.

Now this mother f*cker and I don’t have a lot of history in my mind. I was dating a girl three years ago. She cheated on me. I broke up with her. The whole relationship lasted all of a month. In my mind, that was the end of it. Shit happens, move on.

The person she cheated on me with, was this mother f*cker.

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Yearning to learn

Originally posted by tabis-eyebrows

Originally posted by s-tttop

A/N ~ Ok so this is pretty long, 9.7K words to be precise. This honestly is supposed to be a oneshot but it I like it so much it may get another chapter or two.

Theme ~ College/University AU

Pairing ~ Professor Choi Seung hyun x Reader

Featuring ~ BTS


“Hello, are you there?” Your best friend Jennifer asked as she waved a hand in front of your face startling you out of your thoughts and bringing you back to the cafeteria you were sat in.

“Sorry, what?” you asked as you picked up your drink and took a sip.

“Oh my god, have you not heard a word I’ve said?” she asked with a tisk and a shake of her head.

“Sorry” you replied sheepishly as you played with the pitiful excuse of what they called ‘food’ that sat on your tray.

“You’re hopeless, you know he’s never going to notice you right? He’s your professor”

“I know but he’s just so god damn gorgeous” you replied with a sigh as you lent back in your seat.

Ever since your old literature professor retired and was replaced by the new one, you had found it extremely hard to concentrate on anything at all. From the moment he walked in the room you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and how could you, everything about him commanded you look. He was the tall, dark and handsome type, with broad muscular shoulders and eyes that could kill with just one look and a jaw line that was so sharp you were sure it could cut diamonds.

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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])

Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”


“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


Tales from OUAT Con Vancouver

Jennifer Morrison (Emma Swan) talked about how awesome it was to be paired with an actor you really like and can be friends with (Colin O'Donoghue who plays Killian Jones).

“He knows me better than I know myself. Like one time on set my hand kept itching, and Colin totally figured out why. ‘Did you eat the carrots?’ I said yeah, and he said the carrots were next to the peppers and I probably brushed up against them. He remembered that I was allergic to peppers.”

Raphael Sbarge (Archie Hopper) talked about reconnecting with an old psychiatrist friend over Facebook just before his audition.

"I asked her if she had any glasses I could use for the audition, and she said, 'It’s funny, I just found these ones in a drawer, and I bought them 20 years ago when we first met.’ Those are the glasses I wear as Archie. Usually they don’t let actors bring their own props on set because it would be disastrous if they broke, but the props folks are very careful with the glasses and snatch them back between takes. At the end of this season, they very carefully put them in the case and reverently handed them back to me.”

Keegan Connor Tracey (Blue Fairy) talked about her first day on set.

"I was in the green screen room, and there was no people, just a water bottle for Prince Charming. I was hoisted into the air about 40 feet up for hours and hours. And since I was a new mom, eventually things started getting… uncomfortable, and I had be like, 'Um, excuse me, do you think someone could get me a breast pump?’ Otherwise I would have started leaking through my corset.”

Karen David talked about her audition for Princess Jasmin.

“The part originally stated it was for Shahrazad, who was described as a tough tomboy sort of person. So I thought I would wear the same outfit I wore for my Galavant audition, which was a baggy jean jumper and riding boots with some dried mud still stuck on them. And I get there, and all these other women are wearing beautiful elaborate dresses, and I’m like, 'Did I miss the memo?’ Because they had all figured out it was for Princess Jasmin, of course, but I got the part anyway.”

Gil McKinney (Prince Eric) was such an awesome singer! He talked about his first time on set, and how his first scene was to walk down the stairs in the green screen grand ballroom.

“All I could think about was, ‘Don’t fall. Don’t fall.’”

And of course, who could forget Papa Hook, aka Adam Croasdell?

Here’s a bunch more Jennifer and Colin pictures, because they’re my favorites.


Listen to this while reading c;

SHINee 5- Mafia

“ Can I get a shinee mafia au (You should throw in some backstory in there) (also could you mybe add 2min and jongkey in the backstory too??) thanks! also I love your blog “ -Anon 

Seoul, South Korea; a place over-run with organized crime, the most powerful being the SHINee Mafia. The 5 men known to be in charge of this mafia are known as the SHINee Five.

Lee Jinki ‘Onew’- The Boss

  • Born into the family business
  • Definitely knows what he is doing
  • Goes by the alias ‘Onew’ because is sounds more menacing than ‘Jinki’
  • Really dedicated to his business
  • Willing to do anything to keep them at the top
  • Including agreeing to an arranged marriage with this girl from another group.
  • Very careful and proud of their reputation
  • Definitely isn’t heartless
  • Tough love on all his underlings (Except Taemin)
  • Really clumsy though, like sometimes people wonder if he actually does have two left feet
  • Scary good aim with a shotgun though, like, don’t mess with him and his shotgun
  • Or his chicken
  • Loves his job and his friends
  • Sometimes wonders what it would be like to live a normal life

Kim Jonghyun- Mr.Slick

  • Met Kibum on Grindr when they were young
  • He has been with him for a couple years
  • Got into this business by accident.
  • Followed his boyfriend to work one day
  • And Surprise! Hey! Hello There!
  • He did not know his boyfriend was in the Mafia
  • They sat him down and asked what he could do.
  • Mind you, he was like, 20 at this point.
  • “Umm well, I think I might be good at sneaking around places like a spy kinda, maybe, or stealing things? but I’ve neve-”
  • “Great! Youre in!”
  • His only experience were all the video games about spies and grand theft auto.
  • Surprisingly good?
  • Like, he can slip in and out of a building without a word.
  • Has a new love for the jewels he steals. (M: Jong, you can’t name that diamond Jennifer, it’s worht more than you J: Don’t talk to me and Jennifer like that!)
  • Names them regardless of what Minho says
  • Glad that that’s all his job consists of becuase he hates blood
  • Also hates this job.
  • But he wants to make sure Kibum is safe, so he deals with it

Kim “The Key” Kibum- The Interrogator

  • Jinki’s childhood best friend
  • Recruited right after Jinki took over
  • “Hey, wanna be apart of my Mafia?” ….. “Yeah, okay.”
  • Got an eyepatch for work, because he thought it would be cooler
  • “It’s an intimidation factor!”
  • Sometimes he will switch which eye the patch goes on.
  • Takes it off in public, becuase he has to keep a low profile (T: Low Profile doesn’t mean wearing gucci everywhere)
  • Really good with words though.
  • Always had a knack for getting the gossip and getting the answers he wanted to hear from people
  • Calls himself the golden tongue
  • Jonghyun does too
  • Plays both the good and the bad cop
  • Lowkey prefers being the bad cop
  • Really good at using a knife to his advantage
  • Was pissed when Jonghyun followed him to work
  • Felt bad bc the poor baby thought he was cheating
  • Did not approve of Jonghyun joining
  • “No babe, you’re like a puppy they’ll eat you alive”
  • They didn’t not eat him alive… yet?

Choi Minho- The Wingman

  • No, not, the the “Right hand man”, The wingman
  • Because Jinki loves chicken, and chicken have wings
  • Bitter about it.
  • His dad was Mr.Lee’s second in command
  • He has been training for this job his entire life.
  • Really excited when he heard Jinki was taking over
  • “Who cares if I’m still in highschool? I can totally help run a Mafia”
  • Quit sports for the business
  • There is a never ending debate among the underlings over who is more dedicated,  Minho, or Jinki?
  • He does everything Jinki doesn’t
  • So he kind of just stands there, glaring at other people during ‘business’ meetings
  • He is also pretty persuasive and charming (Can’t beat Key though)
  • He keeps an unloaded handgun on his belt and shows it to people as a scare tactic when his charm isn’t working
  • It works
  • Head over oxfords for Taemin
  • They almost caused a civil war within the Mafia when they announced they were together
  • Thank God Taemin is Jinki’s brother

Lee Taemin- The Hitman

  • Need someone to disappear?
  • Need something to explode?
  • Need to have someone lead an ambush?
  • Call this kid.
  • Onew’s little brother
  • The youngest, but also the deadliest
  • No one actually thought he would be of any use to the family business
  • The Taemin pulled out a gun and shocked the hell out of everyone
  • Don’t mess with this kid
  • He loses guns literally everywhere though (K: Tae, why was one of your guns in my underwear drawer? T:*shrug*)
  • Also likes setting things on fire?
  • One time him and Jonghyun got caught in an ambush while they were trying to steal back some money and Taemin made a flash bomb out of some Tequilla, a paperclip, a sock, shoelaces, and a ziplock baggie
  • How?
  • We don’t know.
  • Gets rid of people Jinki needs gone.
  • Leaves blue roses for the innocent
  • Business may be business but he still feels bad sometimes
  • Only stayed in the business because of his boyfriend
  • Totally in love
  • Wont admit it though,
  • Isn’t
  • Like brother, Like brother.

A/N I hope this covered everything you wanted! I’m glad I’m getting more requests for these things, becuase I LOVE doing them. And I also really love this Mafia AU, so if you want more, let me know! I might make another post to focus on the relationships in this AU (2min Jongkey, Onchicken Onew and the girl from the other Mafia (idk who yet) Thanks guys!

Doctor Who? : Spencer Reid x Reader

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

Being lost in a Doctor Who convention was not the best situation for you right now. You were late to your panel where you were supposed to speak with the rest of the cast and had no idea where you were going. Security had lost you in the large crowd so you had to fend for yourself. You were starting to become desperate and looked around for someone trustworthy to ask. You found someone dressed as the fourth doctor and tapped them on the shoulder.

“Excuse me,” you say. The fourth doctor turns around to look at you. “Do you know where the show’s panel is? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I am completely lost. I’m supposed to be speaking with the rest of the cast.”

His eyes go wide and his jaw drops. “Oh my god, you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m D-doctor-”

“Doctor who, sweetheart?” you laugh. You were used to those reactions but they never failed to make you smile.

“I’m Doctor Spencer Reid, I was just on my way to your panel if you would like me to take you.” He offers, still obviously flustered.

“That would actually be amazing, thank you so much Dr. Reid.” You follow him as he pushes through the crowd, trying to get your to your panel as fast as he could. 

You two end up having to walk to the other side of the convention center before security finally spots you. Spencer is in front of you as security comes to get you.

“Hey! Who are you?” One of your bodyguards, Grant, comes rushing over to get you. “(Y/N), would you like us to remove this man?”

“No, Grant, thank you. Actually, could you give my friend Dr. Reid here some VIP passes? I would like to see him after the panel.” You smile at the Doctor and thank him profusely.

“It’s honestly no problem, I’m always happy to help.” He says, happily taking the passes before going to see the panel.

It takes around two hours to finish up the panel and screen the new trailer for the newest season. Spencer is sitting in the front row, just waiting for the panel to end so he could come get a picture or and autograph with you. The crowd is soon dismissed and a security guard comes to get the people with VIP passes. Spencer is one of around 25 people who have them and he’s ecstatic. They lead the group behind the set stage and everyone starts to freak out at the sight of you and the cast.

Spencer makes a beeline for you as he is tailed by a blonde woman in a fez and already has a little notebook open with a pen in his hand for you to sign. You happily take the pen and sign your name on the little piece of paper.

“It’s been great to meet you Dr. Reid,” you say with a smile, handing him his notebook back. “Thank you for getting me to the panel in time.”

“Of course.” He shoves the notebook in the large pocket of his coat. “Thank you for the VIP passes! My friend Penelope and I are truly grateful for them.”

“Yes, very truly grateful, (Y/N)(Y/L/N). Thank you so much,” Penelope quickly shakes your hand with the biggest smile on her face.

“I would love to see you again, Dr. Reid. Maybe you could come visit the set sometime? I’m sure everyone would love to meet you,” you offer.

“That would be amazing! Thank you, (Y/N)!” He goes to hug you and you hug him back. You were used to people doing this to you but this felt different. He felt warm and comfortable, unlike most people.

“Maybe we can get lunch on set too, if you’d like.” Your face goes pink and you shyly glance at the ground.

“Uh, yeah,” Spencer’s cheeks go bright red and he rubs the back of his neck. “That would be awesome.”

excuse me but

I mean when we are constantly bringing back (dead) people, why would we bring back the good people like Erica, Boyd, Laura perhaps, or Talia, Cora, Kira or Allison or Danny when we can keep bringing back the murderers, abusers and rapists, am I right lmao

who wants to bet they didn’t even think of bringing back Jennifer until Hoechlin agreed to come back and Jeff is a piece of shit so he was like “hey now when Derek is back I can shit all over his character one last time hell yeah” like okay Gerard and Kate has been randomly popping up even after Derek was gone, and the twins were there even after their big bad storyline was over, so whatevs, but Peter killed Jennifer after one season and she was never mentioned ever again and suddenly she’s here just to fight Derek like okay lmao

We All Fall Down - Twenty

“I’ve gotta ask. If you like children so much, why did you abort my brother’s baby?”

You stared at your sister in law, wondering if you’d heard her correctly.


“Oh don’t play dumb Y/N, Spencer told me about the abortion. Why did you do it, why did you get rid of his baby?”

“I didn’t.”

“So you’re calling my brother a liar now? You didn’t have an abortion?”

“No. I did have one, not that it is ANY of your business.” She hated you anyway, why not tell her the truth? “But it wasn’t Spencer’s baby.”

She sat wide eyed for a moment before her lips spread into a cruel smile. “So you had an affair then as well. God, you really are a bitch. How he hasn’t he divorced you yet I don’t know.”

“Well I’ve asked him to and he won’t so perhaps you should take that up with him. And you know what? I know I’m a fucking awful person, I don’t need you to tell me that. But he isn’t that much better. You think your darling twin is so perfect? What the hell was he doing sleeping with one of his students in the first place? What the hell was he doing convincing that student to marry him when all she wanted was help with a termination? He begged me to marry him Jennifer! Begged me! And I had nothing alright, I had nothing left and no one to turn to so I said yes! You’ve judged me since day one yet you know absolutely nothing about me or how I came to end up married to your brother, aside from the pretty little story he’s spun for you. And think about this? Spencer can’t have kids naturally, you all know that! How did you think I was suddenly pregnant?”

“I just… I just… I thought you’d had IVF. He told me he’d frozen samples, so I just assumed that you’d…”

“Yeah you assumed. Just like you assumed when you met me that I was the one trapping him. I heard you talking to him about me. I heard the things you said about me. You know nothing about this Jennifer, nothing. Your darling brother is not everything he makes himself out to be.”

Jennifer sat there looking shocked at your outburst and quite frankly you were too. It seemed that perhaps you were finally finding your feet again, finally finding some of your backbone that had gone missing years ago. Jennifer thought for a moment, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she finally spoke again.

“So tell me then Y/N. If I know nothing, if what Spencer has been telling me, what he’s been telling my family, is wrong, tell me the truth. Tell me YOUR truth.”

You were conflicted. On one hand, why should you tell her everything? She had you pinned down as a money grabbing, baby killing bitch already, was your story really going to change her mind? But on the other, what if it did?

So for what felt like the hundredth time in the last two week’s, you opened up. You told her pretty much everything you had told Emily and Tara, your voice cracking in some places but you remained composed. You watched her face change from curious, to perplexed, to downright confused, regret and then finally concern. For who you wondered? It seemed somewhat amusing to you that for someone who had closed them self off for years, you were now telling anyone who asked it seemed. And really, you shouldn’t have been saying half the things you were saying to your husband’s twin, but yet you were and you found that you didn’t care. Spencer clearly already hated you already, so so what if she ran and told him of your conversation, of the things you’d told her. What was he doing to do? Nothing. There was nothing else that he could do.

By the time you had finished her face was paled and she lowered her head into her arms momentarily. You waited, unsure whether she was going to blow up at you or not. Finally she spoke, looking you directly in your eyes.

“I am so sorry. Everything makes so much sense now.”

“Does it?” you asked, unsure exactly what made sense to her.

She nodded. “I never got the impression that you loved my brother. My mother told me I was wrong and to give you a chance but I knew what I sensed from you. I just…. I thought it was you that had trapped him, not the other way around.”

Wait. “So you believe me?”

“I shouldn’t, because you’re contradicting almost everything Spencer had told me. But yes, I do. How withdrawn you were at your wedding, it should have been the happiest day of your life but it was a means to an end. You married him because of what he could give you… ”

“You’re saying I used him?”

“Not in the way it sounds. Y/N, I know how persuasive my brother can be when he wants something, he offered you security for you and your baby. And if everything you’re saying about your family is true, and considering no one from your side of the family was at the wedding so I have no reason to doubt that, then…. well I know many people that if they were in the same position, they would have done the same thing.”

You couldn’t quite believe how easily she was accepting this all and how she wasn’t turning into a screaming banshee. Had she heard it all correctly?

“Jennifer, I had an affair. I cheated on your brother.” If anything was going to rile her back up, it was that.

Except, she just shrugged. “You had an affair with the man who broke your heart when you were 19. The man that pretty much pushed you into Spencer’s arms. Pretty stupid yes, but heartbreak does stupid things to people. And…. you probably did the right thing in terms of ending that pregnancy too.”

You were dumbfounded, unable to understand the complete 180 in her attitude towards you.

“I terminated that pregnancy out of spite. Derek didn’t want me, he just wanted the baby and I didn’t want Spencer to have it, to hold it over me forever.” Your voice was cruel and it was almost like you wanted her to hate you still.

“No you didn’t Y/N.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Yes I did!”

“No. You didn’t. Nobody as good with kids as you are would end a pregnancy out of spite. With everything you’ve just confessed to me, it’s quite clear that you ended it because you didn’t want to raise a child in what would inevitably be an unhappy home. You didn’t want to put a child though the same sort of heartache you went through.”

Her voice was soft and her words hit somewhere deep inside of you and without even realising it, you began to sob. Huge, racking sobs that left your throat raw and your eyes puffy. You don’t know how long you cried for but what you do know is that Jennifer Joy LaMontagne, the sister in law that up until today had hated you, moved from her seat and wrapped her arms around you, smoothing your hair and whispering soothing words to you, exactly how you imagined she would do to Henry.

When you were finished, you pulled away from her embarrassed and she sensed it, moving to the counter and pouring you a glass of water. You gulped it down thirstily, not meeting her eyes.

“I’ve got a good mind to go and have a long chat with my brother.”

“No! Jennifer, please…”

She sat back down at the table, not responding to your plea but asking a question. “Are you sure you’re okay with Tara and Emily?”

You nodded, praying she wasn’t going to suggest you come here instead. Luckily, she didn’t. You suddenly had a thought, a question you wondered if she could answer for you.

“Jennifer, do you know what was in that shoebox? What was so important to him? I know it was letters to your dad, but I don’t know what about.”

She shook her head sadly. “I wish I did. Spencer was… he was a lot closer to our dad than I was. I know my father loved me and I loved him dearly, but he and Spencer just seemed to have this extra special bond that wasn’t there for me. Maybe it was the creativity thing, the writer genes. But then, I’m closer to mom so it never really bothered me that much. If I knew what was in there that caused such a reaction, I’d tell you, I honestly would.”

You sat in contemplative silence for a few minutes before you glanced up at the time, realising how late it was. Your sister in law followed your eyes, jolting with surprise herself.

“I should get some dinner on the go and check on Henry. Do you…. would you like to stay?”

You thanked her but told her no. You wanted to get back to Tara and Emily’s. She asked if you’d be available tomorrow if it wasn’t too much trouble to watch Henry again. She didn’t want to send him to school with a tummy bug, just in case. You assured her it was fine, agreeing on a time for you to be there with her walking you to the door.

“I am really sorry for how I’ve treated you Y/N. It was really uncalled for, especially the remarks I made at dinner the other night. And for what it’s worth, I hope you and my brother can somehow work things out. I know my mother really likes you, as do Will and Henry. And I think that maybe…. maybe now I’m not acting as the wicked sister in law, maybe we could be friends too.”

“Thanks Jennifer. That would be nice.”

“Please… Call me JJ.”

After an extremely long conversation with her husband, where some harsh words were exchanged but ultimately she understood why he hadn’t said anything to her and had forgiven him, JJ found herself taking a longer than normal lunch break and taking a trip to the university campus where her brother worked. Spencer looked extremely suprised to find his twin sitting in his office when his classes ended.

“JJ!” he frowned when her saw that she did not look happy. “Is something wrong?”

“Not with me, no. You however, you my darling brother, are a different kettle of fish altogether.”


“You need to sort your sham of a marriage out.”

He looked affronted, his eyes darting quickly around the room.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You can fool mom, Spencer. You even had me fooled. Buuut, Henry is ill. And you know who I had to call yesterday to help me out?”

Spencer closed his eyes slowly and opened them again, knowing exactly who she was going to say.


“Yup, that’s right. And we had quite the heart the heart. How dare you Spencer! How dare you make me believe that that girl aborted your baby?”

“I…. I….”

“Don’t even try Spence. She told me everything. From how you met, from her asking you for the money for a termination and you begging her, pleading with her for her to marry you. She told me about the affair as well and while yes, she’s less than innocent there I can understand why she did it. She told me she asked you for a divorce to and you refused. Why? You two clearly aren’t compatible? Let her go.”

“I can’t! I can’t alright!” Spencer threw his hands up in the air before slumping down into his chair.

“Why not? If she wants it….”

“I still love her okay! And I don’t want a divorce, I don’t want to have a failed marriage under my belt, especially not when I can’t have children naturally with anyone else.”

JJ shook her head in despair. “She doesn’t love you, you know that right?”

“Of course I know that. I’ve known that since I met her and she reminds me often enough. It doesn’t matter though, she’s everything I wanted in a wife, or at least she was. But I’m not throwing that away yet.”

“Yet you threw her out? What was in the box Spencer? What was so important to you that you threw out the woman you claim to love so much?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” Jennifer implored of her brother, unable to see where his head was at right now, unable to see where it had been for all these years. She thought she knew him but she was beginning to doubt herself.

“I… I can’t. No. I can’t… I won’t tell you.”

“Then tell her. You claim to love her but your words clearly say to me that you just don’t want to start over again.” Spencer went to protest but she held up her hand, continuing. “But if you really do think that you’re still in love with her, and you really so want to save this, tell her what it was. Beg her forgiveness, and fix this mess you’ve created for yourself one way or another. And if you can’t fix it, let her go.”

“If she really wanted to leave, she could leave. She’s halfway there anyway, she’s out of the house and she’s not taking my calls or my messages.”

“You threw her out remember! And she can’t divorce you, how the hell would she pay for the lawyers, although at the minute I’ve got a half a mind to give her the money myself.”

Spencer narrowed his eyes at his twin. “You wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know me as well you think you do just like I clearly don’t know you as well as I thought I did.”

His jaw dropped and he looked momentarily concerned. “You…. JJ, you wouldn’t. I’m your brother.”

“And you’re stuck in a marriage that is toxic for the both of you, why can’t you see that!!! Either fix your marriage, or end it permanently and give the girl her freedom. Or I will help her, and that will cause a rift between me and you. And do you really think mom needs that??? Her two children, the only thing she has left, no longer speaking to each other? Do you really think mom needs to know everything Y/N told me? Everything Will told me…. about Elle Greenaway, about dad covering your mistakes up at the college?”

Spencer’s eyes widened as his twin sister who had always, always had his back, walked to the door, turning back to look at him like he was stranger.

“Fix it.”

Letters (and a little side note at the end)

“Get over him already!!”

He pulled his hair, tears streaming down his face.

“Fucking get over him!”

He turned to his side, the left and the right, his eyes shutting and opening twice at a time.

“You never loved him….he never loved you!”

The voices, however, won’t shut up, and the young boy feels trapped. Trapped in an illusion of hurt and love, trapped in his own mind with no sight of an escape.


His voice broke, was barely a whisper as his teats overwhelmed him, hiding his burning face underneath the pillow.

It happened on a typical Tuesday morning.

Draco was just chilling with his fellow housemates in the great hall after breakfast, preparing themselves for a long day of hard work, when Harry Potter and his friends entered the hall as well.

The blonde was eager on getting out, not ready to face his long hidden crush.

The thing was; Draco has been receiving anonymous love letters lately, and he was convinced that it was Harry himself.

So blushing and staring wouldn’t help the blonde right now, which caused his legs to quickly get up and run towards his dorm.

Later that day, potions was on the list, and Draco was determined to talk to Harry after class.

So when the lesson was (finally) over, Draco waited for Harry to walk through the door, before he pulled him in a darker corner.

And then it escalated.

Draco, the fool he is, just decided to kiss Harry. On. The. Lips.

Obviously, Harry pushed him off, but the words he spit in his face is what hurt the most.

“What the fuck, Malfoy?!”

“You think I’m fucking gay?!”

“The hell are you thinking?!”

“You’re disgusting.”

It ended up in them hitting each others faces and professor Snape losing his shit.

And ever since, not only the whole school was turning their backs to him and whispering, but also the letters had stopped.

And it ripped Draco apart.

The Slytherin’s cries soon got quieter.

Low sobs filled his private dorm room, and he cuddled up in the blankets to get some warmth to make him feel better.

Less cold. Less broken.

Less dead.

What he didn’t expect was the side of his blanket to pull up, and a body suddenly laying in his bed, chest pressed to his back as strong arms hugged him tightly.

It was a male person, he was sure, and the smell that found his nostrils immediately got Draco’s heart jumping.

“Please stop crying.”

As soon as Harry’s voice hit Draco’s heart, he pressed closer to the body behind him and another sob shook him, causing his own body to tremble.


Harry suddenly gave a piece of paper, no, a letter, to Draco, who opened it in an instant, and read the slightly cursive letters written on it.

“Dear Draco,

it was me, Harry, that has been sending letters to you. Everything I wrote down was telling you the truth.
I have been crushing on you for years now, I even dare to say that I love you, and I would give everything for you to love me back.

Today, fuck, I am so sorry. You surprised me, and I got scared and panicked, and nothing I said or did was on purpose.
Because, believe me, when your lips met mine, my heart jumped out of my chest.

I hope you can somehow forgive me, and we could maybe work this out?
Because my biggest wish is for us to, well, to love each other?

I am so sorry.

Sincerely, Potter.”

Draco didn’t breath. Didn’t move, not even flinch. Just smiled like an idiot.

And just when Harry was about to say something, Draco turned his head and kissed the raven boy again.

And when he could feel Harry kissing him back, his whole world found its light again.

NOTE (kinda important I guess?):

Hey guys, it’s me, Jennifer.
So yeah, I wrote this.
I’ll just straight up tell you why I had the idea of a broken hearted Draco:

My boyfriend broke up with me on Friday.

We’ve been together for over a year, and he called me, told me he was ending this, ending us, and that if I ever tried to contact him again, he would call the police.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this kind of pain that I’m going through right now.
We had a fight and things weren’t going well, and I know we would eventually split up, but to say he’d call the police, to do it through a phone call in which I didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye…fuck, it broke me.
And to know that he most likely is with someone else right now (the girl we fought about in the first place) UGH.

So please forgive me if my content sucks for the next few posts. I’m just so hurt right now, I need time. Time and love that push me back up again.

I love you guys so much and I wanna thank you for being so sweet and patient with me all the time. You guys are a family to me, and I am really thankful to have you all.

Yours, Jen♡

This Isn’t Happening- Chapter 1

She was absolutely certain that Jared freaking Leto was staring at her. Then she shook her head and pinched herself because of course he wasn’t. Was he? No. That’s ridiculous. Just stop. Was he pointing in her direction? She turned her head slowly, trying to see what he was pointing towards, but there was nothing behind her but empty space. The guy he was talking to laughed and Jared lightly punched his arm. Jennifer kept walking down the path, eyes down, focusing on the packed dirt beneath her feet. The fangirl side of her brain was obviously giving her delusions.

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THIS TOOK AGES BUT HERE YOU GO!! It’s also long af and I apologize but…enjoy!

“Mom! Please stop fussing with my tie! It’s fine!”

           Joyce Hopper stepped back with a smile, holding her hands up in mock surrender. She admired her youngest son, Will, in his black suit and powder-blue tie, looking more like an adult than he ever had before. He was ready to attend his senior prom, an indication that he had grown up too quickly for Joyce’s comfort. Her eldest son, Jonathan, had even come home to Hawkins from New York City, taking time out of his busy schedule of photographing models to take photos of the occasion. Joyce didn’t want to hire any other photographer for their personal photos, and Jonathan always did an exceptional job for no cost to his family. Besides, Joyce wanted to get as many as possible for herself, Jonathan, and Karen, who was the mother of Will’s date, Mike Wheeler.

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Do You Sleep Anymore?

Summary: Phil has insomnia and Dan has bruises on his knuckles.
Word Count: 4916
Warnings: booty sex, punching walls, cussing
Title: Sleep - Citizen
A/N: ok I am working on a SHIT TON of fics rn ok so this one just happened to be finished first, as I was working on this one (or at least the idea) for like a couple months. Sorry I haven’t been able to write as much lately, I’m a bit overstressed due to school, and I literally have a month of school left before I’m graduating and I’m trying very hard to keep above a B in all of my classes so I graduate with an Academic Honors diploma! i hope you guys understand <3 But I would like to dedicate this to both wanksclifford, for helping me out with my ideas for this and telling me this was a good idea, as well as whalefairyfandom12 for keeping my ego up and being an all around wonderful person <3 I love you both and I hope you like this story haha!


There was a breeze wafting through Phil’s window that made him shiver, but he didn’t move to shut it despite the fact that his hands were quivering and his nose felt like ice. The joints of his fingers were sore from gripping the pen for hours on end, and his eyes were burning from the lack of sleep, but yet release refused to come. So he kept writing as if that would stop his thoughts enough to allow him to sink into darkness.

He was longing for it, the dreams, the darkness that came with sweet sleep, and yet it wouldn’t come. He was left with bruised eyes, pale skin, and mussed hair, receiving looks from strangers because he looked like an actual character from the Walking Dead, and that was apparently socially unacceptable. 

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Hey Baby

For @dadharbour, @elevenknope, @stevemossington, and @eggo-my-leggo (and no, it’s not what you think)

August 1987

“Ta-da!” Steve said, jumping cautiously onto the fallen tree.  Jonathan looked at him, then at the creek, then back at him, mouth falling open.

“No.  No way.”

Steve’s shoulders dropped and he pouted.  His puppy dog eyes had nothing on Nancy’s but Jonathan looked away just in case.  There was no way he was changing his mind.  “Why not?”

Jonathan looked at him with wide eyes, gesturing to the tree.  “Because for starters, that tree is going to snap in half and we’re both going to fall into that creek, and I am not going to the hospital just because you want to reenact a scene from Dirty Dancing.”

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