headsets bluetooth

The Instruments As Shit My Extended Family Did Over Thanksgiving
  • flutes: spilled red wine all over the tan carpet
  • clarinets: spent 95% of the time playing pokémon sun
  • saxophones: viciously heckled anyone playing mariokart if they were not in first
  • trumpets: wore a bluetooth headset constantly despite never using it
  • horns: took a generous sip of scotch besides being generously pregnant
  • trombones: brought up politics™
  • baritones: claimed more alcohol made him better at mariokart; was correct
  • tubas: guilt tripped everyone into watching college sportsball
  • percussion: made a disturbingly convincing case for my weird uncle being a former government spy
imagine your otp

cutthroatpixie said: I am trying to remember the first thing I ever said to you in person was it something dumb about your knee it was probably something dumb about your knee

kixboxer said: i don’t remember! i mean it probably was, but all i remember is i was sitting in the lobby of your hotel reading my kindle with LASER FOCUS and then some feet stopped next to mine. and then i’ve got nothing until we couldn’t find a real thai place for wizard reasons and i think the waiter thought we were on a date. i have anxiety coma’d the rest.

imagine your otp

viktor and yuuri meeting for the first time after chatting online for… years? (WHAT FANDOM WERE THEY IN? ICE SKATING FANDOM MAYBE?) and yuuri is so nervous to meet him (he is so boring? and plain? viktor will probably take one look at him and leave??) and so he’s waiting at viktor’s hotel lobby for viktor to show up (which, lbr, will be the swankiest place in town and he has spent the last ten minutes watching these Very Important People power-walking while talking into their bluetooth headsets, dressed in clothes that cost more than the entirety of yuuri’s apartment building, his heart in his throat, his anxiety up to the sky)

and he’s just staring at the black screen of his phone and thinking maybe he ought to just leave when all of a sudden he sees a pair of feet stop next to him, clad in the most hideously expensive shoes he has ever seen and—oh. it’s viktor. of course it is.

and so yuuri’s staring at him awkwardly and viktor looks strangely nervous.

“you’re shorter than i thought,” yuuri suddenly says.

at the same time, viktor blurts out: “i like your knees.”

yuuri stares at him. viktor blinks. “the first picture you ever sent of me had vicchan sitting on your lap,” he says quietly. “i saw your knees before i ever saw your face.” he pauses. “also, ouch.” and yuuri is bright red and viktor is still. staring. at. his. knees. 

and then they wind up going to a thai restaurant for drunken noodles where phichit is the waiter who knows they are on an awkward date

("no,” yuuri says, “we are just friends who, if anybody else asks, did not meet on the internet”)

and phichit tries really hard to lessen the awkwardness and also he is probably yuuri’s bff who told him “i totally ship you guys but just in case take him here for your date and if he winds up being a creeper i’ll knock him out with our wok”

(phichit does not knock him out with their wok)

(he knows true awkward internet love when he sees it)

“HTERE ISNO MANCE,” yuuri texts phichit drunkenly after he has walked viktor back to his hotel. drunk-texting is awfully hard, but yuuri has a lot of experience.

in response, phichit sends back a picture of the two of them giggling over pictures of their dogs, leaning over each other’s cell phones, long-empty plates still on the table (phichit has other priorities, okay)

“THERE IS SO MUCH MANCE,” he says, adding two entire lines of relevant emoji, from the smiling face with heart-eyes emoji to no less than five eggplant emoji. yuuri doesn’t deign to respond. it’s totally worth it.


WILL THIS BE A PROPER FIC SOMEDAY? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW.

@kixboxer; @cutthroatpixie

Anonyme asked :
How would the chocobros react to their S/o being afraid of thunderstorms, and how would they make their s/o feel better during a thunderstorm.

Alright so it’s thunderstorm season over here and I’m afraid as hell of thunderstorms (and fireworks, basically every thing that makes loud noises up in the sky), and I’d definitely love some chocobros to help me out with that.

I hope you guys like fluff because it’s full of it and I regret nothing. <3

Originally posted by rainy--blog

Chocobros with a S/O afraid of thunderstorm;

Noctis: 

  • Noctis is most likely the one who’s gonna be surprised by your fear, but he thinks that it’s so cute and he wants to help you in any way he can. He has to be creative though, so when he hears you whimper and cover your ears at the sound of thunder, he’ll be quick to build an improvised pillow fort on the couch of the living room so you can’t see the storm. He’ll also get some bluetooth headset and put the tv on so you can watch your favorite movie or play video games with him. 
  • If you’re thirsty or hungry, he’ll act all brave and go out of the fort to get you anything you need. Candies? He got this. Hot cocoa? Just ask and he’s on it before you know it. 
  • Of course you’ll be scared the moment he leaves the fort, but as soon as he comes back, you find yourself in his embrace for the rest of the night and you most likely fall asleep in his arms before you can realize that the storm is over.

Prompto: 

  • Prompto loves thunderstorms, mostly because they make wonderful pictures. He never knew that you were afraid of it tough, so it comes as a surprise when you start panicking while you two are outside on a date and it just starts pouring. As you hear the rumble of thunder, you cannot spot yourself from hugging him tight, your face buried in his chest. 
  • The poor boy doesn’t know how to react, but he understands immediately what’s going on. He soon find shelter for both of you under a roof and hug you close until it’s not raining anymore. His hands brushes your hair and your back, shushing in your ear to try and calm you down. 
  • As you start feeling safe in his arms, Prompto takes out his phone and plugs earphones in it, putting music in your ears until you can’t hear the storm anymore. He holds you close until the storm is over and brings you back home, running a hot bubble bath and making tea to make you feel better.

Gladio:

  • Gladio is far from being afraid of thunderstorm and if you ask him, it doesn’t bother him at all. He could go running while it’s pouring rain without complaining. When he asks you if you want to go out with him and meet him at your usual little coffee place, you starts panicking and refuses immediately. The poor guy doesn’t know what to think and he knows something’s wrong for you to turn him down like that. Little do you know, 30 minutes later, the doorbell rings and it’s Gladio at the door. 
  • He doesn’t even wait for you to answer and immediately open the unlocked door of your apartment, only to discover you buried under tons of covers on your bed, your little frame trembling every time the thunder roars outside.
  • Gladio picks you up in his arms, bridal style, the covers snuggling your body and brings you with him in the living room, plopping down on the couch as he starts rocking you in his arms like a baby. You fall asleep in his embrace, until he waked you up a couple of hours later. The storm is far from the city now and two bowls of cup noodles are waiting for you in the kitchen.

Ignis:

  • Ignis loves thunderstorms. He thinks it’s calming and enjoys watching it on his balcony with a can of Ebony. When you found out about this habit of his, you starts freaking out. How can he actually like that? You hate the sight of lightning and even worse, the overwhelming roar of thunder.
  • He founds out about your fear one night, when a storm hits the city very late. You were already fast asleep and he sneaked out of the room to go watch the lightning outside. When the loud sound of the storm woke you up, you started panicking, unable to find Ignis and snuggle against him. You grab the covers and cover yourself with them as you walk throught the apartment to find him, until another strike of lightning paralize you and you fall on the floor, trembling.
  • Ignis hears you whimper inside and he rushes to your side, wondering what’s going on. You can see panic in his eyes as he reaches out to you under the cover, until he understands that you’re actually terrified by the storm. He leads you back in the room, closing every curtains and blind and comes back with some hot cocoa, cuddling with you until it’s over. 
Let Me Breathe ft Jimin - Part 2

Originally posted by the-rap-man

a couple of you requested for a second part of “Let Me Breathe” so here it is ^_^

Word Count: its quite long 

Warning: Suicide attempt

it’s been 2 and a half weeks since I left Jimin. I’d been staying with my friend Amy for the time being and finally found a beautiful apartment to start my new life without Jimin.
If it wasn’t for Amy for taking me in, I don’t even know where I would be, Jimin had been calling me and texting me everyday ever since I left him.

12 missed calls ; 14 texts - Jimin- Don’t Answer

“Aren’t you going to answer that Y/N-ah?” Amy enquired

“No, it’s Jimin-ssi”
“Oh, is it really over between you two, you know you guys were my favourite couple, you only argued like once and everything was worked out within 15minutes after the argument” she pleaded trying to make light of the situation.

You see Amy sort of shipped us while he was with his ex, they were together for 8months before he caught her with someone else. I was just the bestfriend that supported him when he refused to do anything on his days off so I would pester him at the dorm, bring junk food and force him to have a movie marathon with me consisting of all his old time faves. I was his shoulder to cry on, being as we were best friends I listened to everything he had to say. I protected him when he was most vulnerable, somehow giving him the strength to confess all his feelings he’s ever had for me since we met 6years ago.

When he finally asked me to be with him 2 months after recovering from having his heart broken he wanted to be the best he could be for me, or so I thought, he was working on himself constantly trying to make me proud to call him mine, even though I reassured him that when he’s not trying I’m the most proudest, due to him just being in my life was gift enough for me.

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What to do after a car accident

Short story time: At the beginning of May, I was hit while driving by another car that decided red lights don’t mean stop (what a bitch). Three years prior I hit a car that I’m pretty sure came the fuck out of nowhere (‘funny note’—I can’t remember a lot from that accident). And I have been in the car as a passenger during a couple negligible rear-ending incidents (one which happened days after my first big accident and caused me to have a panic attack).

So what do you do in the aftermath of a car accident?

FIRST—Check on YOU: You read it in airplane emergency brochures—help yourself before assisting your fellow passengers. The same thing goes for car accidents. Make sure that you’re okay before helping everyone else. Here’s what I do: check for major bleeding, wiggle toes, fingers, roll neck gently, feel body for debris. You can do this pretty damn quickly. But you’re no fucking use to anyone if you’re injured and bleeding and trying to help other passengers. Why? Because you’ll only hurt yourself further, and may injure the other person, as well.

Check on other passengers. Were you driving with other people in the car? Or are you another passenger being driven by someone else? Look around the vehicle and audibly ask if each person is okay. If anyone’s injured badly, take note, because you’ll need to describe this to the emergency operator.

Turn off the vehicle (if possible). Whenever your car is hit, especially if it’s hit near the engine or gas tank, turn the car off. The last thing you want is a fucking giant ball of fire on the side of the road. Also, turning off the car can make you feel like you’re doing something normal(ish), which might help keep your noggin calm.

Exit the car (if possible). Sometimes you can’t exit the car the normal way. You might have to crawl through a window, or crawl around the car to exit through a door that’s working. My first accident was a T-bone that resulted in my door being slammed in. The electric doors in the car were fucked up already, so my only way out was to have the responding officer rip the door off (the look on his face as he tried to open the other doors was fucking hilarious, though).

Do you need police/fire/ambulance? Then…

Call emergency services. The operator will ask you your location. Try to name off a nearby intersection, mile marker, or landmark—this can help first responders locate you more quickly. It pays to know where the fuck you are. Describe your car. Name the number of people and their injuries, if you can. Say how many cars were involved.

While you’re waiting, if you can, grab any personal belongings from your car (purse, backpack, etc.). In case your car is towed, you might lose access to these things. If your phone is working, take pictures of the scene. This can help later with insurance stuffs, or if it’s needed as court evidence. Or you can even use them to create a scrapbook memorial page mourning the loss of your first car. Also, call any important people who should know that you were in a bad accident: parents, spouse, lover, friends, boss, etc.

Is it a minor dent/scratch and no one’s hurt? Then…

Call the police anyway. Why? Because as good as some people can be, some will do anything to avoid taking fault for an accident. This can come back to bite you in the ass when you’re trying to get reimbursed by the other persons’ insurance company for any work your car needs. So why do I need a cop? Because they can be a third party witness who can assign a ticket to the faulted party, collect insurance information, and describe the details of your car.

If you really don’t want to call the cops…get the other person’s insurance. Take a picture of your car and their car. Shit, take a picture of their insurance card. Don’t let them get away by just giving you their first name and a phone number—you’ll never hear from them again. Be assertive about getting it, and if they’re hesitant or violent, CALL THE COPS.

Important things to note: Don’t forget to call your insurance company and let them know about the accident! Write down the number of the agent who you’ll be talking to. Get the cop’s name and badge number, the police report number, towing company, the names of everyone involved. Your insurance company will ask you to give your statement. Before telling them, write everything down so you know what to say and so you can make sure you didn’t forget to mention anything.

Miscellaneous tips:

Try to stay as calm as possible, at least when you’re on the phone. It’s really hard for emergency responders to get information out of someone who’s crying.

Bring a bag or box with you to get the stuff out of your car, if it’s been towed. If you had stuff in boxes in your trunk, they may have been busted during the accident, so you’ll be happy you brought a bag.

Don’t text and drive! Seriously! If you kill someone because you decided texting was more important than paying attention to the road, I hate you and hope you rot (fuck you, fuck you, fuck you). Same thing with cell phone calls! The person on the other end of the line doesn’t know if they’re distracting you, and not having two hands on the wheel can lead to some gnarly accidents (especially in bad weather). Bluetooth headsets are super-cheap nowadays, and a lot of states (like Illinois!) are making hands-free laws (IE, you need to use a bluetooth device while driving or else it’s a pricy ticket).

Even if you end up not going to the hospital, see your doctor the next day. Let them know you were in a car accident. Sometimes your body takes a while to tell you that you have an injury. Also, sometimes what you think is nothing can lead to major neck/back/brain problems later, so this can save you in the long run.

Also, BIG TIP: If you’re the car who hit someone, never say “I’m sorry.” That is considered an admission of guilt and is ultimately what got me charged as being Car 1 (car at-fault) in my first accident. Even though both I and the other car were technically at fault, the responding officer chose me (poo).

Stay safe, pay attention to the road, and wear your seatbelts!
-The Sudden Adult

PS. It’s totally OKAY to cry and freak out a bunch after an accident. I can only manage to remain calm enough to call 911 and talk to the police, but when I call my parents I cry a bunch. Luckily my mom is fluent in The Sudden Adult’s Tear-Filled Rambling and can decipher that I want my dad there to talk ‘police’ with the police (plus he’s a big fat guy, so hugging him’s like hugging a giant mustachioed grizzly).

anonymous asked:

Jenna isn't returning to play Lucy, so mayb a Supercorp fic. Lena, still not knowing who Supergirl is, and Kara are on a date. Lena notices an assassin and jumps in front of Kara, taking several bullets. She's gravely wounded as Kara struggles to save her. It proves extremely difficult to keep her alive, but she succeeds. I need it angsty enough for me to sob out the fact Lucy's gone, but have a happy ending. IF ur up for it because I don't want u to write something u don't want.

took me a while - and yo, i don’t do angst a lot, so i hope it’s up to ur standards? here is me, an angel, attempting the role of Satan


“Honestly, I didn’t think you would actually say yes one month ago.”

“Well… someone told me then that I need to dive. It wasn’t under the… most positive of circumstances… and a lot is changing but I thought maybe I could make some of that change a good thing.”

“Lucky me, then.” Lena’s eyes almost glow in the dimly lit restaurant.

Kara smiled, a genuine smile, which was a rarity these days. She had a night off - another rarity - and she wanted to make the most of it. No drama, no doubts. Their last two dates had been uninterrupted, blissful, smooth sailing. She hoped with all her heart that finally she had caught a break, found someone that could support her that didn’t know about the grief of last year.

“What are you in the mood for, love?” Lena’s eyes are away from Kara (finally) and on the menu, glancing over all the options.

“Uh… The steak? And the pasta. Maybe the soup as well…” Kara chewed on her bottom lip, counting up the calories in her head, wanting to meet her daily quota.

Lena had never questioned her appetite, in fact supported it. Lena had never dated a girl who would jump at the chance to finish her leftovers.

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Say You’ll Haunt Me Pt. 2 (A Kenny Omega Story)

Kenny Omega x Reader

Part 1

Thanks to @daintymissdevitt for the gif. You are amazing <3

Tags: I’m tagging people I think might be interested in this one. There is a link to part 1 at the top in case you missed it. @lifeoutofcontrol @emmarablack @fan-fiction-galore @fuckyeahbulletclub @imaginingwwesuperstars @llowkeys @smutwwe @wrasslesmut @wwe-smutfics @wwelover22 @mistressbalor @wweximaginesxd @wwewritings @wwesmutandstuff @lclb12 @imagineswwe @sammiielli @effy-christine @wwetrashcanbinge @tooweirdforlifex @helluvawriter

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GLORIOUS! NO, I WON’T GIVE IN, I WON’T GIVE IN UNTIL I’M VICTORIOUS! AND I WILL DEFEND, I WILL DEFEND! AND I’LL DO WHAT I MUST! NO I WON’T GIVE IN, I WON’T GIVE IN! OH SO GLORIOUS UNTIL THE END, UNTIL THE END!” It was 2am and I was on hour one of singing my ass off to annoy Kenny.

“Really? Wrestling songs now?” Each time he spoke I could hear the annoyance in his voice grow. He was trying to sleep and I was singing like I was on Broadway. It had been a few weeks since I died and my endless torture of the werewolf began. So far I had managed to get a few reactions out of him in public. My personal favorite was making him yell shut up in the middle of his crowded gym when I started quoting random movies. “Bring it On” was the breaking point. Now, it was the middle of the night and my irritation continued.

Dirty, sexy, slinky thing, power over all with the love you bring. Spinning from your mind control, shuffling around this deep, deep hole. All I ever really want, I never get it. All I ever really thought I never said it. Dull myself on whiskey and wine just to forget it. Baby I won’t leave you alone!”

I changed the last line for extra flare.

“Oh my God,” he grunted out, “I wish I could bring you back to life and murder you again.”

I ignored his rude remark.

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Just The Game We're In (Group Fic)- Ortega

A/N: This is my entry to the fic challenge! It’s a crossover where most of the queens are cis girls working within the universe of The Thick of It (basically- the queens as politicians). I know it’s a pretty niche crossover, but this fic was one I’d been planning to write for once I’d finished Masquerading as Professionals (don’t worry- not given up on it), and so the challenge just prompted me to begin it a little earlier! There are hints at Witney and Shalaska, which may develop through more chapters if people like it, idk. Enjoy!  

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Your ESTJ Care and Handling User Guide and Manual

This manual is part of a series of guides originated by @intpboard
Content and perspective provided by ESTJ unit @theinfamousj

Congratulations!

You have just selected your very own ESTJ Executive unit! As our most popularly selected unit available you are sure to be pleased. In fact, satisfaction is guaranteed! If you are unsatisfied with your unit simply submit a complaint directly to your unit itself.

Your ESTJ will come with the following accessories:

  • One (1) Professionally Tailored Power Suit™
  • One (1) Set of lounge clothes
  • One (1) formal outfit for religious and formal events
  • One (1) Laptop
  • Two (2) Cell phones
  • One (1) Gym Membership
  • One (1) Pair of smart gloves for texting
  • One (1) Bluetooth headset (for talking to people while talking to people)

Software

Your ESTJ comes pre-programmed with the following traits;

Te: As the dominant function, this provides your ESTJ unit with unmatched efficiency and a keen understanding of what works in a practical setting. This function provides your unit with high levels of organization and practicality as well as a blunt clarity in communication style that other units may find abrasive.

Si: This function provides your unit with a mental database of previously established effective methods of handing situations it has encountered before that can be recalled quickly when needed.

Ne: This function provides your unit with a boost to creative problem solving when facing a new situation or when previously established methods are no longer effective.

Fi: This function provides your unit with moral indignation and superiority as well as curiously strong attachment bonds to carefully selected partners. As the inferior function your ESTJ will avoid accessing this software as much as possible as it directly interferes with their default mode.

Getting Started

There is no need for a quick-start procedure. Your ESTJ will be fully functional and activated right out of the box. In fact, there is no box because excess packaging is highly inefficient.

Modes

Get Shit Done Mode (default)- When in this mode your ESTJ will complete any and all necessary tasks required for successful completion of the assigned goals. In order to activate this mode, your ESTJ will require suggestion(s) and/or idea(s) to be presented. If more than one suggestion or idea is presented your ESTJ will automatically select the most effective or efficient one and proceed to get that shit done. This mode can be intermittently active for however long is necessary to complete the project.

Do Absolutely Nothing Mode - Automatically activated after completion of a major project deadline. Your ESTJ unit will cease all productive function and instead do absolutely nothing until it is sufficiently recharged.

Oh Hell No Mode - Activated whenever someone assumes your ESTJ unit will get shit done but neither asks nor directly informs your unit. When activated your ESTJ unit will express noticeable aggravation towards the assuming person and refuse to complete the task as a matter of principle.

You’re Doing It Wrong Mode - When activated this mode has two possible outcomes; 50% chance of activating the “fine, give it to me” response. In such cases your ESTJ will assume responsibility for a task which they no longer can observe another unit fail to satisfactorily complete. If this response does not activate your ESTJ will simply watch in smug amusement considering it a fitting lesson. This mode will deactivate after your unit says “I told you so”

Touchy-Feely Mode (locked) - Randomly activated by what is assumed to be fluctuating levels of hormones and emotions within your ESTJ unit. Also can usually be unlocked and activated by having your ESTJ unit watch an action movie with a strong emotional component (i.e. Big Hero 6)

Relationships with Other Units

NF: Finds them confusing but likable. Good project partners that provide good energy to a group.

NT: Generally very confused by them. Sometimes Infuriating, but your ESTJ is unable to walk away from what it perceives to be a mess. Often surprised that NTs do not walk away first. Confused by their seeming inability to accept statements at face value and instead to analyze everything.

SJ: These units make sense to your ESTJ, who considers them to be good people provided they are willing to try something new when the old methods do not work.

SP: Frequently cause eye rolling in your ESTJ. Finds them fun to have around but hard to take seriously or respect. When SP units feed your ESTJ it will probably like them, but may still not respect them.

Feeding

For optimal performance, provide your ESTJ with food on a regular basis. While it will cook for itself, cooking is seen as an interruption to getting shit done. Cooking is inefficient because you have to cook again at the next meal.

Grooming

Your ESTJ will groom itself. No need to concern yourself there.

Sleeping

Your ESTJ will automatically enter sleep mode when the body shuts down. Any attempt to induce sleep prior to shut down will be met with hostile resistance.

Frequently Asked Questions

What is my ESTJ thinking?
Whatever the last thing you ESTJ said was.

What is my ESTJ feeling?
Neutral unless otherwise stated

How do I plan a date for my ESTJ?
Come up with a detailed plan and submit it to your ESTJ. Wait for notes providing suggestions for improvement. Follow the notes.

Why does my ESTJ have so much criticism?
Your ESTJ is not criticizing you - just your plans and ideas. Your ESTJ is simply trying to help you improve your ideas and plans as much as possible.

But have you considered….
Yes. Your ESTJ unit has already considered that. Thank you for your input.

Again, Congratulations of your new ESTJ unit! Now go be productive!

|ISTJ| |ENFP| |INFP| |INTJ| |INTP| |ENTJ| |ENTP| |ENFJ| |INFJ| |ESFJ| |ISFJ| |ISTP| |ESTP| |ISFP| |ESFP|

if people catch you talking to yourself, do not pretend that you’re on the phone with a bluetooth headset. stare that person tight in the eye until they regret even lookin your way and push down the memories of ever seeing you.

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Edward scoffed a little as Elliot checked his phone, glancing around himself. “They’re just a distraction. Just like they were a few years ago.” He said, shaking his head.

Elliot glared at him. “What?”

“(Y/N) is a distraction Elliot. Focus on the bigger picture here. Don’t fill your head with petty nonsense.”

Elliot growled, gripping his neck as he slammed him against the wall, narrowing his eyes at him .“What do you know about (Y/N)?”

“Enough.” Edward replied, before looking around. “You’re starting to attract some attention. I recommend you get one of those Bluetooth headsets.”

livinginstoryland  asked:

can you draw LaxusXMira? and gruvia! Pleeeeeaaaaassseeee :) <3

Ahhhhh, I just drew a Gruvia thing here.

As for Laxus/Mira - suuuure! I took this opportunity to doodle a headcanon of mine, if you don’t mind…

No one can tell me that punk!Mira didn’t hang out with Laxus in their early teenage years. They probably bonded over rock n’ roll.

Love contract >> Suga, You (Part 4)

Part four is here guys~ I hope you will enjoy it ^_^ 

Part 1 | 2 | 3

His phone started to ring out of nowhere, so loud and annoying. Suga closed his eyes tightly, before opening them slowly. His vision was hazy as the pain shot in his head.

“Ouch!” Suga winced reached for his phone that was over the coffee table. “Hello.”

“I want to call you for once and not to find you busy or sleeping.” A familiar male voice started.

Suga could recognize his friend’s voice. His hand reached for his head as it clenched around his hair. He shouldn’t have had drunk when he had work early. “What time is it?”

“Lazy as always. How would I know?” He said a matter of fact. Probably the time there was different. Suga’s eyes shifted to the lock over the wall and almost jumped from his sleeping position. It was eight thirty.

“Sh*t.” Suga cursed, stumbling to stand on his feet. He needed to get ready for work immediately. “What do you want?”

“Y/N.” He said and Suga froze in his place, his feet stuck to the floor as if there was a glue over it and his heart sank deeper.

“What about her?” Suga managed to say, shrugging all what he felt a second ago.

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(Gif not mine but writing is)

Walking Into Trouble

“Well, I guess today is as good a day as any.” you say to yourself as your grab your keys off of the side. A couple of days ago you had moved to Gotham City from England because of your job. Which you start in a week’s time. According to your boss your job’s building is only a little walk away from your apartment. So you thought that you might as well go out for a stroll to the building and back again and try to get your bearings in this strange new city. It was sunny so you were wearing a white t-shirt, jeans and your trusty boots. Shutting the front door behind you, you pull out the map that was emailed to you with directions. Apparently Google maps has predicted that it will take 30 minutes to get there. You had timed it so that it will be daylight on your walk there and the evening dusk will have settled in when you walk home. So you could familiarise yourself with the route both in light and darkness. As you walk through the city you gaze at the grand and bustling metropolis. Staring in awe at the tall shiny buildings that paved your way. Though the buildings and streets seemed never ending, there were little alleyways and walkways threaded through them. So it would be easy to get lost. You’d never seen a city this huge back in England. Gotham was intimidating yet enticing all at once.

You reached your job’s building 40 minutes later. Though the walk took longer than anticipated as you stopped to look at various monuments and shops along the way. After having a drink in the cafe round the corner you set off home. The streetlights started to glow in the new twilight. The streets were certainly less busy in the evening. The hustle and bustle of the working people had stopped and now a reduced number roamed the streets for the nightlife and to catch up with friends.

You were enjoying listening to the gentle hum of passing traffic and people chatting when a very different sound caught your attention. You could hear raised voices and the sounds of punching. Running towards its source you see two men fighting in an alleyway. You freeze as it was like something out of a movie.
One of the men was completed dressed in black in some sort of rubber suit, which had indentations forming the look of huge muscles and abs. He wore a long black cape and hooded mask with pointed ears giving him the overall appearance of a bat. “You’re not getting away this time, Joker” he growled in a low gravelly voice. The other man wore a long maroon coat and a black shirt with some of the top buttons undone, revealing tattoos on his chest. His skin was incredibly pale, his bright green hair was slicked back and he wore red lipstick roughly on his mouth. His appearance loosely resembled that of a clown. He continuously laughed maniacally as he was spoken to, revealing his silver covered teeth.

You had seen these two men before but couldn’t quite put your finger on where. As they continued to fight you pull out your mobile phone to dial for the police but the battery bar was red and at probably not enough charge to make a phone call. You look around and spot a woman walking past texting on her mobile. “Excuse me. Please can you ring for the police on your phone?” you ask. “I don’t have enough battery on mine. Two men are fighting in that alley and it looks like things are going to get ugly.” She looks down the alley shocked, as she appears to recognise the two men. She quickly called the police. After she hung up she turned to you and said “They told me that it will take them 10 to 15 minutes to get here as they are busy. If I were you I’d walk away or go to a nearby shop and wait for them there. Though I’m sure that the Batman can handle himself, even if he is up against the Joker.” After thanking her she walked off rather hurriedly.

The Batman and the Joker? Suddenly it clicked. You remember laughing to yourself as you briefly saw an article about them when you flicked on the news the other day. You thought that it was a hoax or publicity stunt. Not that they were real people! One a master criminal and the other that fights crime with his own sense of justice. Permanently entwined in a constant game of cat and mouse. Though they both looked equally ridiculous.

As you are about to turn away to continue walking home you stare at the two men hitting each other. “I was just walking here but I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if a lot of people get hurt Batsy. Or if something awful happened to this precious city of yours.” the Joker laughed. His voice was softer than his physical appearance made you think it would be. Though it had rough undertones to it when he got angry. From what you could see the Joker appeared to relish in the amount of hatred his foe had for him. It seemed to be one joke too far. Despite the both of them being pretty worn out, Batman gripped his black gloved hands around the Joker’s neck. Who desperately started to claw at his hands. What sort of justice was this meant to be? Where would the redemption be if the criminal was already dead? The sound of Joker choking and laughing in between gasps for air was deafening. If this carried on then the police would arrive to a murder, not a fight. You were going against your instincts but you couldn’t take it any longer. “Hey!” you yell. “There’s no need for that, I have called the police. So you’ll have back up soon!” You look on in dismay as neither of them acknowledge you and continue to stare at each other in some sort of mental standoff. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you start to run towards the pair. “Stop! Please! You are killing him! What would be the point of that?” you shout. As you are nearing only a few steps in front of them, one of Batman’s hands lets go of the Joker’s neck while the other keeps a firm grip. He appears to grab something from the belt he is wearing around his waist. Finally this is your chance, you probably aren’t strong enough but if you could just prize the remaining hand off of his neck you might be able to calm the situation down a bit. Then hopefully the police will arrive just in time before things escalated again.

You stretch your arms forward as you run shouting “stop!” That finally catches their attention. They watch as you pull on the gloved fingers to release their grip. “Hey! It’s not safe” Batman growls. You feel Batman’s other hand graze past your arm and you start to feel a shooting pain in your arm. Suddenly for a moment everything stops. Both men stare at you with wide eyes and a look of shock on their faces. You see Batman holding a metal object in the shape of a bat. The edges were sharp like that of a knife and dripping with blood. That must of been what he grabbed from his belt. “Sorry… That wasn’t for you” he whispered staring at you. You look at your arm and see a big cut with blood running down it and onto the floor. You found it interesting how one incident could stop the two men from tearing each other apart. Either one of them could have pushed you aside and carried on fighting. Or the Joker could have ran away but instead he is glued to the spot with a look of concern on his face rather than the silly grin he had moments ago. Batman holds his hand to his ear. “Ambulance please. A woman has obtained a deep cut on her arm.” He must have a Bluetooth headset in his hood. He proceeded to tell the service your current location. “Also cancel the police call out for this address, the ambulance will contact them on scene. The Joker cut the woman’s arm with a knife anyway.” The Joker stared at him in disbelief. The crazy smile fading from his face. You shook your head saying “No! That’s not true.” You begin to feel feint from the blood loss and start to fall backwards. To your surprise the Joker rushes forward grabbing your good arm and supports your weight as you slowly sit on the floor. You look up confused as Batman starts to back away. He says “The ambulance will arrive in a few minutes. Keep your arm raised up. ‘Til next time Joker.” “Wha? ” exclaimed Joker as Batman walks from the scene. “Some hero you are!”

Tears begin to run down your face. The hero has left and now you are stuck with a crazy criminal. Goodness knows what’s going to happen to you, murdered, kidnapped, left for dead? Hundreds of scenarios started to run through your mind. The Joker crouches down beside you. He looked different, not as crazy as he was a moment ago. Tilting his head he attempts his best reassuring smile which was a welcomed changed from his maniac smirk. You couldn’t believe that he was the same thug from the news. He looks at your arm covered in blood and you start to do the same. “Wait doll. Why don’t you just keep your eyes on me for a minute.” he interrupts. Damn, your arm must have gotten worse. You shiver at the thought. Keeping his eyes on you the Joker removes his coat and drapes it on your legs. He must have thought that you shivered because you were cold. He then took off his shirt and ripped the bottom of it into strips. He ties the strips to your arm to lessen the blood flow. And finds an old cardboard box for it to rest on and to keep it elevated. He used more of his shirt to mop up the majority of blood on your arm and to apply pressure on the wound. You feel the silky material. It seems like a very expensive shirt being ruined. “Why are you doing this?” you ask with a confused look on your face. He looks at the ground to make it appear as if he didn’t hear your question. You begin to feel dizzy and start to close your eyes.

“Wow what an accent! ” he exclaims. Grabbing your hand, forcing your eyes to open again. “What’s a pretty Brit like you doing in a hell hole like this?… Err have you been here long? Are your family out here?” You smile. Well you guess that now is the perfect time to chat to a famous criminal. “I’ve only been here a few days and I moved because of work.” you winced. The Joker squeezed your hand to keep you awake. “My parents still live in the UK. But they call me every day because they’re afraid that I’d end up in trouble. They say that there are a lot of dangerous criminals here.” you say smiling, looking directly into his blue eyes. “Oh the worst” he giggles. His mouth starting to grin. You both laugh.

You start to hear sirens in the distance. “Well I guess that our time is up.” says the Joker giving your hand another squeeze before letting go of it. You frown a little. Today has certainly been odd and he is a psychopath but you didn’t want to be left on your own in the big scary city again. He starts to lean in towards you. Using your now free hand you grab the coat off of your legs and drape it over his exposed shoulders and say “Thank you for helping me.” He chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead. The sirens get closer, as you start to see the ambulance and Joker stands up and begins to walk away.

“Your parents are right doll!” he shouts to you and starts laughing. “This city is full of dangerous criminals!”

Derek Hale x Reader
Imagine: Had planned a nice extravagant dinner for you and your friend for a girl’s night. But you invite Derek, who lives in the same apartment building as you, to dinner instead.


“Are you serious? I’ve been planning this dinner for months! Now you’re going to bail on me because you have dates? That’s so wrong!” You whined into your bluetooth headset with your laundry basket resting on your hips. You groaned when your friend continuously makes excuses. “Ugh, but you couldn’t take a rain check? I’ve already started roasting the whole chicken and I’ve gotten the veggies all chopped up! Did I mention the red wine bottle sitting in next to the lightly scented candles?” You bragged about the preparation you’ve made for this girls’ dinner at home. Your friend cooed of apologies and you can sense the guilt in her voice. “What happened to chicks before dicks?” You huffed and rolled your eyes when your friend spills the loneliness she’s been feeling lately. You groaned again in frustration and sighed, “Fine. I hope you have a fabulous dinner with Brad, because I will be having a fabulous dinner… BY MYSELF!” You sarcastically said and hung up.

You sighed; a bitter frown on your face. All that effort and time all done in vain. This was supposed to be a girls’ night and you both were supposed to binge watch movies until the wee hours of the night. The buzzer to the dryer went off, interrupting your thoughts of a change of plans for the rest of the night. You opened the door to the dryer, taking the fresh scent of clean clothes. You grabbed handfuls of your crisp and warm clothes and stuffed them in your laundry basket. The warmth grazes your skin, calming you of the agitation caused by your friend. After filling your basket of your clothes, you shuffled over to the table to sort and fold your clothes. You returned to contemplating the plans for the rest of the evening. “I should just eat the chicken by myself, it tastes better fresh. I might as well just bring my dinner over to the tv…” You thought as you mindlessly continued to fold your clothes. You had set your underwear to one pile, the pile next to it consisted of all t-shirts. You reached into the basket to pull out the last piece of clothing, only to pull out an unfamiliar pair of boxers. You stared at the moon patterned pair of dark navy boxers.

“That’s where it was!” You heard a deep voice from the other side of the room. You turned to find yourself staring at a half-naked man in gray boxers. Your eyebrow quirked up as he approached you. “You found it, I’ve been looking everywhere for it.” He stuck out his hand. Your lips distorted into a disgusted frown, despite the pair of boxers being clean, there was something gross about touching a stranger’s undergarment. So you tossed it at him and shuddered. “I’m Derek,” He introduced himself after catching his once missing boxers. You awkwardly waved and politely smiled, “I’m (y/n).” You replied. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, “Uh, thanks for this…” He waved his boxers. “Yeah, no problem,” You softly replied. You both awkwardly stood there, and that’s when your eyes really took a look at him. He’s definitely a looker. His physique wasn’t bad at all, and that’s when an idea popped in your head. “Hey, have you had dinner yet?” You asked; your eyes glimmer with a sense of hope. He shook his head; a small and timid smile spread on his lips. “Great! My friend bailed on me, and I made this extravagant dinner, which is way too much for just me. Since you haven’t had dinner yet, would you like to come over?” You nervously asked, a hint of blush glowed on your cheeks. His eyes lit up and he smiled brightly. “Yeah, I’d like that!” He nodded. “Great!” She chirped and smiled warmly. “Uh… I live on the third floor, apartment 302. How about you come over once you’re dressed…” You timidly said and glanced down at his barefeet. “Oh!” He chuckled timidly and nodded, suddenly feeling embarrassed for his lack of clothing. “I’ll meet you in a few minutes.” He quickly said and jogged out in a hurry. You giggled and shook your head, returning your attention to your folded laundry with a silly smile on your face.