his face like angel

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Concept- Victor gets a concussion from a skating accident and is more than a little loopy on pain meds at the hospital. He switches between dozing off, crying over his messed up face, and staring at Yuuri like he's an angel sent from heaven. "Who are you?" "I'm your fiance Victor, remember?" "No you're not! You're too pretty to be engaged to a hideous beast like me!... So so pretty. Like a little angel here to take me to heaven." *starts crying* You can bet Yuuri recorded all of it for blackmail

LMAO 

170304 BTS Puma Fansign - Fanaccount Compilation

1. OP told Jungkook to finish the concert tour successfully and comeback, eat a lot and not to get hurt, then Jungkook suddenly asked her what to do if he gets bitten by mosquitoes. OP didn’t hear it clearly so she asked “What?” and Jungkook said “They say you’ll die if you get bitten by mosquitoes, what should I do?”.

2. Taehyung said he would gain a lot of weight at the next concert and that he would be as big as Jungkook.

3. OP asked Taehyung if there’s any CF he wanted to film, Taehyung said he wanted to film a soju commercial and pretended to drink a soju one-shot.

4. OP told Hoseok that when she looked at his face, it’s like her heart’s purified and he’s like an angel, so Hoseok swang his hands and said “I’ll make you become clean~ Clean~”.

5. Taehyung kept saying let’s have real fun at the next concert, tie hair up and wear comfortable pants instead of tight jeans, talk a lot with each other, and he said let’s spray water around too. Taehyung kept making the “Huh↗” sound and smiled all by himself while talking so fans told him he looked cute, and Taehyung went “Stop saying I’m cute…”

6. OP asked Jungkook if he got to relieve stress with playing drums and he replied “It relieves stress and piles up stress too~”. She asked again whether or not we could see him playing drums at the next concert and Jungkook said “I will ttak~ like this in ‘Cypher’.”

7. Today’s fansign had a lot of fans coming from other provinces so Yoongi told them “Guys, since you might not know about this, I’ll tell you. We are here in Apgujeong and in front of you is Rodeo~ If you follow that direction there’s Shake Shack Burger. You haven’t eaten it right?”

8. Seokjim’s acrostic poem with “Puma”:
Pu - Even Jigglypuff (Purin: a Pokemon species) is wearing these
Ma - magical shoes

9. Jungkook constantly said from the start that he liked Puma’s white Platform shoes, but then later when he came our to the front, he was wearing the black ones. So Hoseok asked Jungkook why he said he liked the white ones but he didn’t wear it, and Jungkook said “You guys didn’t give me that one.”

10. Yoongi said after he became Puma’s model, he researched about Puma’s history. Yoongi emphasized that it’s Puma, not Pyuma and that at first, the members got a little confused about it.

11. They were talking about how the socks with drawings of BTS members were trending right now and Yoongi asked if it’s the one with “Suga” written on it and had Jimin’s face. He said that one had no license so don’t buy it. Yoongi also said that he seemed to be good at running business and Jungkook seemed to be good at being a con man.

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Starving - HS Smut

In which Harry’s finally home from LA and he’s absolutely starving and Y/N squirts for the first time. Featuring some pillow talk.

Warnings: Smut!!! 

My requests are OPEN! Pls send me some requests smut or fluff :)


“Baby?” He called setting his suitcase beside the door. You came running the second you’d heard the door unlock now you were jumping into his open arms tears already welling in your eyes. You held him tight as he spun the two of you in the entry way.  

“Missed you,” you whispered into his neck pressing kisses there after you spoke. Your hands running through his hair and over his broad back. He kisses you hard, tongue tangling with yours before he pulls back and kisses you again this time sweet and soft. 

“Missed you so much angel,” he spoke into your hair. Setting you down he pushed you so he was holding you at arms length, he looked you up and down pulling his lip between his teeth dirty thought already filling his head.

“How was the flight?” You asked blushing as he gazed at you. He looked up now, green eyes meeting your own a smirk overtaking his features.

“Was fine, long. I’m absolutely starvin’ though.” He mumbles. You start listing off things you could make him before he chuckles and steps closer to you, large hands running down your back and over your ass squeezing lightly making you gasp a little. It’d been a month since he’d been home, you’d missed him in many ways, there was only so much your fingers could do. 

“Was thinking of something sweeter,” he whispers nibbling on your ear.  

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Napping Sasuke:

• Sasuke loves naps and will blow shit up if you bother him during one of them

• Only Naruto may sneak into his bed and cuddle him and pet his hair, if he turns away, you may only spoon.

• if you spoon and he grunts - just leave, he’s being a bratty baby today and ur bothering him.

• Naruto tickles Sasuke once in a blue moon, while he naps. Sometimes he can get a head start and run away from Sasuke before his blushing and giggling is under control, most times, he gets a swift uppercut.

• Napping together is a case of futility. Sasuke hogs all the blankets and pillows. Usually Naruto is just there as a body heater and personal head massager.

• Sasuke will get hot and push Naruto away, then get cold and lay on his whole person.

• Sasuke loves laying his head on Naruto’s chest, listening to his breathing is one of the few things that let him nap when he’s been restless.

• When Naruto wants to nap but Sasuke is bored, he will poke and cuddle and grind and do nearly anything to get the blondes attention without using many words. Pouting always works. Naruto will open one eye, sigh and laugh and mumble “alright, alright.” While nearly body tackling Sasuke. Victory is sweet and Sasuke will always smirk like the little shit he is.

• Sasuke looks like an angel when he naps, his face is rested, lips slightly parted: Naruto is totally okay with just looking at this teme.

• Sasuke has been caught sleeping with Naruto’s jacket. It shall not be mentioned. Neither should it be mentioned that he woke up blushy and calling out for Naruto, because shut up, that’s why.

• Sasuke is a cranky asshole when he doesn’t get his naps, but refuses to admit or allow anyone to tell him he needs a nap.

• When Naruto is really tired and stressed, Sasuke will make him take a hot shower and then let Naruto drape himself on Sasuke, wedged between his legs. It’s comfy, more then he will say. Naruto will fall asleep almost instantly, the safe and sound type vibe is overwhelming and he always has peaceful dreams like this.

• ^ secret: Sasuke loves this, its both tending to Naruto as well as self healing. This calm contact and rest is just natural and his mind always goes real quiet.

• Sasuke will not tolerate being called an old man because he likes napping. He will fight you.

• and win. Except that one time with Sakura but that “doesn’t count.” Because he wasn’t “even trying.”

• Sasuke will sigh, say he’s done enough and go home to nap

• Sasuke will grab Naruto’s hand in any given situation and drag him off to napping time, it will take a war to convince him of doing otherwise.

• Bonus: Naruto likes his sleepy boyfriend a lot.

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totally late for the party xD but just wanted to appreciate how preciously perfect and adorable this shot of Betty & Jughead are together at Poptates, especially since these two have no concept of personal space whatsoever, even when they were just platonic friends! *heart eyes* Look at her arms wrapped over his knees that’s propped up on the booth chair…. she’s just a shy away from sitting on his lap xD…..with his arms draped behind her as usual. They look so happy and blissful side by side and have to say, they are such a perfect fit for each other, physically, intellectually and emotionally that it’s hard to imagine them with any other people after this. 

Regardless of how Bughead will end up or their fates after the season finale, the level of development these two characters have undergone since the first episode is tremendous, especially the progression of their relationship with each other. The fact that they didn’t even have any interactions with each other in the first episode, and then when they first lay their eyes on each other in that second episode at Poptates….it was such an iconic heart eyes inducing moment the way his eyes & face light up like he’s found his angel….truly makes the audience (or at least me xD) feel like they are soulmates who’ve finally found each other, two contrasting personalities that need each other to be whole. They simply belong together and it’ll be such a waste after all that development…for something to tear them apart…. but then again, this is a tv show and what’s a relationship without some angst and drama ey? 

Plus, even if something happens between them to break them apart, the fun of shipping is seeing the possibilities of them finding each other again knowing that they truly belong together. It’s amazing how far they’ve come….from the point when Jughead lamented how he’s the invisible one in the booth eventho there’s four of them, saying that Archie is the luckiest redheaded guy in the universe, which then, we didn’t realise that he’s actually giving us an insight to his feelings that he could’ve been holding a torch for Betty all these years….(especially when he released that huge sigh of relief and contentment after he kissed her in her room..like he finally had the guts to do something about it)..….and wanting some of that attention which Betty has always given to Archie……to finally feeling that he belonged with them and that he actually got his girl, the happiness that he’s been secretly craving for…. Seriously. Betty & Jughead’s relationship on Riverdale has been such a surreal dream come true….especially for those of us who have been rooting for them for years in the comics…be it as platonic friends or more…as long as it makes them happy. <333 Sorry for the longass post. 

Babyboy (M) ~ Sehun

Originally posted by oohsehunnies

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1K

SMUT WARNING

Your skirt slid down your freshly shaved legs. It fell down on the wooden floor, almost making no sound. You ran your tongue along your bottom lip, pressing your lips together, you have always liked the glossy look. But not as much as Sehun. You turned around, looking Sehun in the eye, he was looking right back at you. His chest was rising and falling at a steady pace. A thin layer of sweat was glistening on his milky skin, making you wonder just how bad he wanted you. 

“Sehun” You purred, your feet taking you to the bed, taking your time to discard your shirt in the process. Your white bra was revealed to Sehun, making him yank at the cuffs around his wrists, sure leaving bruises for you to admire later.

“Y-Y/N, please” He whined. You sighed and placed your knee on the edge of the bed, your shirt still in your hands. You threw it to the floor and crawled towards Sehun’s writhing body on your bed. You sat on your knees and ran a hand through his hair. He snuggled closer to your touch, yanking at the cuffs once again.

“Ah ah, Sehunnie” You removed your touch from him. You looked down his body, at his boxers, that looked even more painful, by the distressed look on his angel-like face.

“Y/N, please. I’m begging you” He sat up as best as he could, hissing at the pain from his burning hard on, and looked at you again. You smiled at him and sat closer, running your hand down his chest.

“What is it, that you want?” You leaned closer to him, hand still on his chest. “Baby boy?” You finished, knowing the pentane drove him, just a little too crazy. He roughly yanked at the cuffs and his gaze instantly hardened.

“Y/N, I swear when I get out of these-”

“You’ll do what? Baby, don’t forget who’s in control right now”

Sehun calmed down, his body language, letting you know that his body was all yours, for now.

You got up from the bed and stood, facing Sehun. You took off your underwear, carefully looking at Sehun’s eyes, that were traveling down your body. His face made you almost dripping wet, well, more than you already were.

You made your way to the bed once again, this time straddling Sehun’s thighs, earning a groan from his pink, lips that were swollen with your love.

He could feel how wet you were as some of your wetness slid out onto his thigh.

“What is it that you want babyboy?” You ask, trailing your fingers down his chest. You repeated your question from earlier hoping that he would actually answer this time.

“I want you (Y/N).” He says barely loud enough for you to hear. Your hand wrapped around his cock, and you slid your thumb over the tip, coating it in his precum. He bit his lip and shivered as he felt your cold hand on his warm member.

“Hmm? What was that?” You raise an eyebrow, slowly jerking your hand up and down his now rock hard cock.

“I want you. I want to fuck you.” He says louder, but his voice slightly wavering at the end. You smirk and lean down, slowly running your tongue over his tip.

Your tongue trails down the side, following the bulging vein, and then back up to the top, slowly sucking on his tip. He whines and bucks into your mouth, trying to get more. You giggle and start taking more of him into your mouth, gagging when he hits the back of your throat.

Sehun moans as you start bobbing your head up and down, giving him exactly what he wants. You could feel him slightly throbbing, signaling he was close. His breathing got harder and right as he was about to cum, you pull away, completely leaving him on edge.

“(Y/N)!” He whines, frustrated from the orgasm denial. You smile and lift yourself up, lining him up with your entrance.

“Do you want me to ride you, babyboy?” You ask, slightly pushing his tip into your entrance. All it would take is for him to thrust his hips up, and he would be inside you completely, but he didn’t, knowing you wouldn’t allow him to cum if he did.

You slowly slide down on him, his cock sliding into your wet pussy without a problem. You moan in unison, and he thrusts his hips up into you.

“I’m not going to last long,” he warns. You nod and start lifting yourself up and down, your legs would definitely be sore tomorrow. He thrusts into you to increase the pleasure, softly moaning your name each time your walls clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum…” Sehun whimpers, he hates being the one to cum first but he holds on as long as he possibly can before releasing into you with a sharp thrust. As he releases, the harshness of his last thrust and the warmth of his cum pushes you to the edge and you become a moaning mess above him. Your walls clenched around him, milking him completely of his orgasm.

“You’re such a good boy, Sehunnie.” You praise pushing his hair to the side so you could clearly see his face. He weakly smiles and waits for you to remove the handcuffs. As soon as they’re off he lifts you off of him, his cock soft by now.

“I’m tired (Y/N),” he whines, refusing to get up when you tell him to quickly shower you you.

“Aish, you really are a baby.” You roll your eyes and shower without him. As you come back out, he’s laying there asleep and you quietly grab a pillow and then throw it right at him, making him jump.

“Go shower! I’m not sleeping with you while you’re all sweaty!”

He groaned and quickly got up to shower.

“Aish!”

Just a Memo - Boyf riends

Title: Just a Memo

Word Count: 1822

Pairing: Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell (boyf riends/Meremy)

Warnings: None unless you consider dorks being dorks objectionable

A/N: This originally started out as a headcanon so the writing style is more informal-ish towards the beginning.  Also this is my first piece of actual fanfic ever so bear with me here. :’D


Jeremy still sometimes hears the Squip talking in his head.  It’s so faint though, that he’s not really sure if it’s just his own thoughts or if it actually is the Squip.  Either way he doesn’t tell anyone.  Maybe, he thinks, it’ll just go away on its own.  No, the voice says, It can’t be gotten rid of that easily.  But nevertheless, Jeremy continues to live as though there weren’t possibly the ghost of a half-mad supercomputer embedded in his brain.  

One day he notices his left hand moving of its own accord (to do what, he had no idea) and flips the fuck out— but regains control of it immediately after panicking and flailing it around for a second.  This type of thing starts happening on occasion; usually just small actions probably meant to inconvenience him.  That time he caught himself aiming a crumpled ball of paper at the back of a teacher’s head was one of the more notable ones.  Oh, and that time he poured a glass of water on himself probably qualifies as well.  

Jeremy realizes that he really can’t deny the Squip’s presence at this point, but it hasn’t tried to do anything super malicious, so he decides to wait things out before taking any drastic action.  One day he sees his hand reaching for a pen on its own.  Normally he’d jerk it back on reflex and that would be it, but he decides to leave it alone and see what happens.  His hand picks up the pen and starts writing on a scrap piece of paper.  Definitely not his handwriting, he notes with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.  Then it stops.

Y O U R  F L Y  I S  U N Z I P P E D

Jeremy hurriedly looks down.  Shit.  

After remedying the situation, he stops for a moment to direct a mental ‘thank you’ at the Squip.  Hell, that’s probably the nicest thing it’s ever done for him.  And so it continues.  Every so often he’ll notice his nondominant hand moving of its own accord, writing a helpful (or not-so-helpful) suggestion courtesy of the Squip.  The notes are brief— no more than a sentence or two.  He’ll usually follow them if the advice doesn’t seem too fishy.  

One day Jeremy’s at the school library with Michael, both of them studying for an upcoming math test.  Well, Michael’s the one doing most of the studying.  It’s not for lack of trying on Jeremy’s part, it’s just he keeps finding himself distracted by Michael.  It’s not his fault that Michael bites his lip in the cutest way when he’s figuring out a tough problem, or that the sunlight dancing across his face makes him look like some kind of angel, or that his hair looks so incredibly soft and touchable that Jeremy really wants to run his fingers through it.  Man, he thinks, some girl’s gonna be so lucky to have him someday.  

He shakes his head and turns back to the study guide for what must be the fifth time when he finds his hand moving to write a note from the squip.  It’s become a common enough occurrence that he’s not too fazed by it, but he’d really like to make some headway on this problem, so he’ll just check the note once he’s finished.  His Squip-controlled hand sets down the pen and taps on the desk impatiently.  In a minute, Jeremy thinks.  But the Squip isn’t having it apparently, because it slides the study guide off the table.  He curses under his breath and reaches to pick it up when the Squip suddenly forces him to wipe something else off the table.   It’s the note.  

A S K  H I M  O U T  A L R E A D Y.   

What?!  Jeremy has to stifle a snort.  He’s obviously not gay, as evidenced by his massive crush on Christine.  The Squip must be more broken than he thought.

His hand snatches a pen off the table and scribbles on the back of the note.  Jeremy thinks he can almost hear an exasperated sigh in the back of his mind.

Y O U R  O B L I V I O U S N E S S  I S  K I L L I N G  ME.

Jeremy’s face reddens a bit as he crumples the note and resumes studying.  But he still can’t concentrate, thanks to the Squip’s comment.  So what if he thinks Michael’s attractive?  Doesn’t mean he’s gay.  It’s not like he wants to make out with Michael, or hold hands with him, or cuddle with him, or…

Fuck.

Well it doesn’t matter either way.  Michael’s probably straight as a board, and even if he weren’t, he could do so much better than Jeremy.  Not that he’s jealous or anything.  Just stating the facts.  Jeremy’s a just another hopeless nerd, but Michael’s so cool in his own way and he doesn’t even know it.  Guys like him are cool in college.  Guys like Jeremy just fade into the background.  But regardless, he has a math test to study for.  

Less than ten minutes later he finds his hand moving to write another note.  He considers jerking it away but can’t bring himself to do it.

“Dude!  You never told me you were ambidextrous!”  Michael practically jumps out of his chair in excitement.  He leans across the table to get a better look at Jeremy’s squip-controlled hand, which suddenly stops writing and moves to cover the note.

“What— oh,” Jeremy freezes up.  Sure enough, he’d been working a math problem with his right hand while the Squip wrote a note with his left, “Uh, yeah… I guess it just never came up?  It’s really not a big deal.”  A light blush dusts his cheeks as Michael picks up his hand and stares at it in amazement.  Jeremy figures it’s probably best to just let Michael believe this whole ambidextrous thing instead of telling him the Squip is back and has taken to spontaneously writing notes of advice with his nondominant hand.

“Not a big deal?!” Michael cries, “Are you serious?  Only two percent of humanity is ambidextrous, you happen to be one of them, and you’re telling me that it’s not a big deal?  It’s freaking AWESOME!”

“If you’re about to say we should celebrate this by getting stoned in your basement, I’m gonna have to pass.”  Jeremy deadpans as he gently removes his hand from Michael’s.  Have his hands always been this soft?  

“GASP!” Swooning dramatically, Michael clutches his chest and falls back into the chair “I AM HURT.”  

“I’m sure you’ll survive.” Jeremy says with a laugh.  Even if the Squip were right about him liking Michael, he decides it wouldn’t be worth risking their friendship.  The pain of losing moments like these greatly outweighs the possible benefits of confessing— BUT there’s nothing to confess so it doesn’t matter anyway!  He glances toward Michael, who has gone back to his study guide and is doing that cute lip biting thing again…

… Okay so maybe there’s a little that could possibly be confessed.  

Michael gestures towards the note currently covered by Jeremy’s Squip-writing hand. “So what were you writing anyway?  With that hand, I mean.”

Jeremy freezes.  Just when he thought he was in the clear too.

“How do you even take two sets of notes at once?” Michael muses, “That’d have to involve some serious parallel processing capacity on your part.”

Shit-shit-shit-shit-SHIT.  Jeremy lifts his hand slightly so he can see the note.  Maybe it’s nothing he’d have to worry about Michael seeing?  Yeah, he can probably just write it off as a note to himself for later on.  It’s probably nothi—

I  R E A L L Y  L I K E  Y O U  M I C H A E L.

Oh fuck.  

“Uh— it’s nothing,” Jeremy says a little too quickly.  He’s sweating bullets.

“Oh?”  Michael raises an eyebrow, “Well if it’s nothing, then I’m sure you won’t mind if I just—” he moves to snatch the note but Jeremy slaps his hand back over it.

“I-It’s just a memo,” he stutters unconvincingly as his face turns bright red.  Is the Squip seriously trying to set them up?

“Just a memo?” Michael grins wickedly and slaps his hand over Jeremy’s own to wrestle for the note, “Gee, you’re awfully cagey about it for being something that’s ‘just a memo’.”

“AUGH— Come on man!”  Try as he might, it’s a losing battle.  Jeremy’s left hand seems to be actively betraying him as he struggles to keep the note away from Michael.  Goddamn Squip is probably laughing it up right now.  They grapple a few more seconds before Michael emerges victorious with the note.  Jeremy’s face falls and he can feel a pit forming in his stomach.  There’s only seconds until their friendship is ruined.

“AHA!” Michael raises it high in the air like a victory trophy.  “Time to see what dark secrets—” his triumph turns to shock, and his lips part in an ‘o’ shape as he stares at the note. “…Oh…”

“I-It’s not what you think!”  Jeremy laughs nervously, knowing full well there’s no way out of this.  He’s awaiting Michael’s response like a prisoner waiting for execution.

“You sure about that?” Michael begins, blushing hard, “Because, I mean, this seems pretty…” he searches carefully for his next words, “…straight-forward.”

Jeremy’s sure there’s nothing he could do to make this any worse.  But naturally he finds a way.  “…Pun intended?”  He buries his face in his hands as he realizes what he just said.

Michael just stares at him for a moment.  His expression is unreadable.  Then he starts to laugh softly, in that way Jeremy always thought was so cute but now couldn’t be more worrying to hear. “Oh my god… Jeremy.”  He sighs as though he’s been holding his breath for a long time, “You big dork.”  He says as his face breaks into a smile.  

Jeremy looks up.  His heart is racing a million miles an hour it’s pounding so loudly he’s sure Michael can hear it.  “Wait, you’re not…” he trails off.  Mad?  Straight?  Interested?  He’s not sure what he’d prefer at this point.  It feels like he’s floating, ready to drop into freefall or soar into the sky at any moment.

Michael grins, “I really like you too.”

His heart soars.

“I have for a while now.”  Michael admits sheepishly,  “I just thought you didn’t, uh, swing that way.”

Jeremy melts right then and there.  He’s pretty sure he would’ve passed out if he hadn’t been sitting down.  God, how didn’t he see it before?  He can hear a faint “I told you so.” in the back of his mind but he doesn’t care.  Michael likes him too and that’s all that matters.  Jeremy gathers his courage and straightens up, a look of intense determination on his face, “D-Do you wanna maybe finish studying back at my place?”  

Michael takes his hand. “I’d like that.”

we don’t choose our family (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) PART 2

You guys I honestly can’t thank you guys enough for the amazing feedback for “we don’t choose our family” I mean you guys are honestly the best people i have ever met and I love your guys comments. 

PS: guys I wrote this listening to you (don’t own me by grace feat. G-eazy) and I recommend you do to because holy shit it was awesome

AS PROMISED PART 2 OF “WE DON’T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY" ————————————————————————————————

You could feel your heart thumping against your chest and your palms sweating on the handles of your motorcycle as you rapidly approached the Jokers hide out.

Your fathers hide out.

You looked to the left of you and saw Jason looking straight ahead, arguing with one of his brothers, you could hear him all the way from the other side of the abandoned road.

You smiled softly knowing this would probably be one of the last times you would be this happy, for a very very, long time.

All of the pranks you pulled with Damian were going to be gone.No more practicing gymnastics with Dick until ungodly hours of the morning. You wouldn’t be able to talk about the latest gadgets that were coming into the tech community with Tim. The worst of all would be no more phone calls with Jason that eventually turned into a 9 hour call with both of you falling asleep and staying on to say good morning to each other. 

It took everything in you to not turn the bike around now and just vanish from Gotham. You had to meet him though, innocent peoples lives were on the line and you swore to protect them no matter what. Also you couldn’t leave the family heart broken like that.

In the superhero world if a “hero” vanishes  out of nowhere it means one of two things, they either got caught up into some bad shit and had to flee, or they were probably dead. You could never do that to Bruce, the man who helped you through so much shit and accepted you into his family.

You shook your head and let out a deep breath trying to clear your head as you saw the outline of the jokers warehouse or what he called it the “fun-house” fall into view.

“You ready over there (y/superhero/n).” Jason said through the com frequency that only you and him shared.

“Yeah, yeah i’m good.” You said in the most convincing manner you could muster. 

“Nothing we haven’t done 100 times before,right?” Jason said with a chuckle but you could still hear the sadness and anger behind his tone. He still hated the fact the Joker was running free and causing chaos all over Gotham.

“Hah yeah.” You said in a encouraging voice to him but you really thought ‘I have a feeling it’s gonna be different this time.’

You slowly killed the engine on you bike, as did Jason, when you were close enough to the abandoned warehouse that you guys wouldn’t alert the joker that you were closing in on him. You slowly blended into the darkness the night sky so graciously supplied for you and Jason.

“Robin to red hood and (y/superhero/n), the Joker has no men posted outside so be very cautious for traps and anything lurking in the shadows.” Damian’s rough voice came through the main com making you crack a smile by how professional the 13 year old boy sounded.

“Wait but aren’t we the ones who are lurking in the shadows.” Jason fired back at the teenager and you could practically feel the smirk that was hidden under Jason’s helmet.

“I’m actually going to murder you after all of this, you intellectually inferior sub par pass for a human.” You heard Damian growl out through the coms before Jason turned it off putting his finger up to his head in a crazy gesture.

You let out a small laugh and examined the area. You were standing in the middle of the Gotham city docks with countless storage units around you, in front of the doors of a huge industrial sized warehouse that hasn’t been in use for 12 years. Well technically it was still used, but not that the public knew that. 

You looked up and saw Tim and Dick on the very top of the roof probably looking into the skylights to see what we were going against, while you spotted Bruce and Damian on the opposite side on one of the ledges. Apparently you were right about what Tim and Dick were doing.

“There’s about 50 men walking around with AK-47s and the Joker is standing in front doing, yes you guessed it, laughing.” Tim sighed as he climbed off the roof and meet with you, Jason, Damian, Dick and Bruce. 

“Robin, Nightwing, Red Robin, you’re with me on the roof, the element of surprise is in our court right now and we’re going to use it to our advantage.” Bruce said in his signature rough gravely voice. Tim, Dick and Damian nodded as they grappled onto the roof to get into positions.

“Red hood you’re better at making a grand entrance so when I give you the signal come in with (y/superhero/name), and show them what you got.” Bruce said as he gave Jason a stern glare.

It was still very prickly whenever a mission concerned the joker and Jason. The one thing Bruce still didn’t trust him with, Jason’s finger “accidentally” slipping and hitting the Joker during a mission. Before Jason could get a word in to defend himself Bruce had already pulled out his grappling gun and shot up onto the roof.

“And they say I have communication issues.” Jason said as he stared where Bruce had been standing and slowly sat down on a nearby stack of wooden planks.

“Jason, I know it hurts when he does stuff like that but you have to understand that he loves you and just doesn’t want you to do something you might regret.” You said softly as you sat down next to him, laying your hand on his shoulder and watched as he slowly relaxed his tense shoulders.

“How do you do that?” Jason asked as he reached up and took off his helmet.

His hair was still styled perfectly with a grey streak running straight through the middle. His piercing blue eyes stayed trained on you softly, as the moon light his his face making him glow like some sort of fallen angel.

“Do what?” You questioned looking up to see Jason looking at you with a lazy smile on his face. You held in a breath as he reached down and brushed a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

“No matter how mad or upset I am, you always manage to say the right thing to make me smile.” He said as his hand fell down to you cheek and caressed your face softly, making a shiver go down your spine.

“Maybe it’s my superpower.” You whispered to him softly as you smiled and leaned in closer.

You wanted to remember happy moments like this. The smiles and laughs you shared with Jason before your world is turned upside down.The first joke you shared, the last joke you shared. The first time you sparred and the last time you sparred. The first prank you played and the last prank you played. The first time you stepped into the manor and the last time you stepped into the manor.

“NOW!” You heard Bruce shout in both of your ears making you wince and jump apart.

You watched as Jason put on his helmet with a load groan and you swore you heard him mumble ‘are you freaking serious Bruce?’

“I’m sorry Jason, I truly am.” You said and ran towards the building and kicked open the door.

Before Jason could even respond you ducked a handful of bullets that has been fired your way and you landed in a crouched position on the inside of the warehouse behind a shipping container.

You looked up and saw the monster of a man, who sadly had to be your father, standing on a railing yelling at one of his lieutenants. You shivered realizing this would be the first time you would ever see him, well with him knowing you were his daughter. Apparently those 5 years of solitary confinement at Arkham helped him to figure it out.

You watched as Jason ran in guns a blazing, quite literally. He was taking out everyone in sight,jumping from one spot to another in a perfect rhythm with his brothers. You looked to see Bruce working his way up to the Joker when you noticed something.

“Guys, GUYS!” You yelled into the com trying to pull everyone out of their battle modes and focus on the real world. “The men aren’t fighting back anymore, they’re not moving from there position there just letting themselves get hit.”

“She’s not wrong guys.” Tim said as he just stood in front of one of the henchmen and they just stared at him with a emotionless look.

“What’s going on here Joker?” Bruce said honestly just as confused as the rest of us

“Are you telling me the greatest detective in the world hasn’t figured it out yet? I mean it’s just so obvious it’s almost hilarious, wait thats because it is hilarious.” The Joker said letting out a maniacal laugh at the end.

You gasped as you stood up, when a hand came around your neck and pulled you flush against a mans chest. You rolled your eyes and quickly jabbed him in the ribs. He bent over and quickly let go, you spun around round house kicked him in the face watching as he fell down and 6 more men came to replace him.

You looked around and saw you were only being pursued. They were even running around the boys to get to you. You gasped as one of them managed to hit you right in the gut. The guys finally realized you were being targeted and quickly rushed to help you take them down.

“What are you talking about,why are your men only fighting her?” Bruce asked from where he was standing face to face with the Joker on the balcony.

“Well I guess I’ll tell you but only this once.” The Joker said with a smile plastered on his face, as always.

“You brought me my daughter.” He said looking straight at you. You dropped the last henchman to the floor and felt every single set of eyes in the room trained on you.

“Isn’t that right, (y/n)?” He said and looked dead at you with the craziest look you have ever seen. Ever.

“(Y/n) please tell me that’s not true please.” Jason said off to your left in the most heart broken tone you’ve ever heard.

“Where are the hostages?” You questioned completely ignoring everyone else. This was still a mission to you even if you had to do it alone

“ That’s the first thing you have to say to your dear old dad I though it would be a little more heart warming.” He said with a mocking frown.

“That implies that you actually have a heart, now where are the hostages.” You said as you pulled out your eskrima sticks from there thigh holsters.

“Oh now i’m hurt.” He said with the same frown and clutched his heart as he leaned over the side of the railing.

“Is he being serious, answer me NOW!“Bruce said at first but then slowly turned it into a yell at you.

“COME ON BABY GIRL TELL THEM, TELL THEM WHO YOU REALLY ARE.” The joker quickly yelled after him making you clench your teeth.

“Yes.” You said quietly to your self, noticing Jason had taken off his helmet which was hanging off one of his hands before it fell to the ground.

“I can’t heaaaarrr youuuu.” He said again in a sing song voice cupping his hand up in his ear.

“YES!” You yelled up at him and tightened your hands around your weapons, not daring to turn around to meet the faces of the batboys.

“There you have it folks my one and only superhero daughter.” He said and did a twirl before coming back to the railing

“I don’t have time for this, Where. Are. The. Hostages?” You said through your teeth as you walked over the bodies of the fallen henchmen to stand directly in front of you father.You were still on the ground while he smirked triumphantly on the railing.

“oh well if you really wanna know, they’re up there.” He said pointing up to the roof.

You looked up to the sky light and saw a large crane holding a shipping container over the Gotham bay.

“You sick bastard.” You said as you kept your eyes trained on the container.

“Wouldn’t that make you the bastards daughter?” He said teasing you with a wide smile.

“I WILL NEVER BE YOUR DAUGHTER. EVER.” You stated giving him a fierce glare.

“TO BAD DARLING YOU EITHER COME WITH ME OR I DROP THE CRATE AND I KNOW YOUR SUPERHERO MIND WILL GO ABSOLUTELY MAD IF THAT HAPPENS!” He yelled jumping over the railing and landing directly in front of you.

“what?” You asked in confusion. You wouldn’t go with him, not in a million years but you couldn’t let these innocent people die.

“And here I thought you were the smart one. Come with me, be my daughter and partner in crime or else they die.” He said reaching his hand out to you giggling like a mad man. Which he was.

You turned around to see dick looking at you with concern written all over his face. Damian had a hard glare set on you but his swords had fallen on the ground. Tim looked up to batman, who just had his emotionless stare settled on you. Finally Jason looked at you and was shaking his head slowly mouthing the word ‘no’.

“I’m so sorry.” You said to them all as you softly laid your hand in your fathers.

A loud boom sounded out from the roof as two ladders fell in from the skylight one for you and one for the Joker. You looked up to see a gigantic helicopter hovering over the ware house

“COME ON LITTLE ONE, DADDY HAS A LOT OF CATCHING UP TO DO!” The Joker yelled at you while he grabbed on to one of the ladders.

“IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY” You heard Jason yell at you but Dick and Tim were holding him back while Damian was on his back.

“LET ME GO, I HAVE TO TELL HER, I HAVE TO.” Jason said struggling against his brothers. He probably just wanted to tell you he would hunt you down for your deceitful ways

You looked up at Bruce who gave you a silent nod. You sighed dropping your eskrima sticks and tightly held into the ladder opposite of the jokers.

“See little one, father knows best.” The Joker said as the helicopter raised you both out of the building into the starry night sky.

The Joker babbled on about a bunch of nonsense while the only thing you could think about was the heartbroken family you had just left behind. As the joker started to cling the ladder you made a silent promise.

Know matter how long it took or how many times you had to fight, you would find your way back to them and earn your redemption.

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Part 3 coming out soon

Angel

For the drabble: Mafia for Hyungwon in Monsta X Pleeeaaasse. Where he sees you get assaulted by another gang and rescues you.♡

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used. 

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

You felt weak; like nothing in your power could save you now. It had been a bad idea to to leave the house at this hour to buy milk because nothing had been gained, all you’d lost was a smashed bottle with spilled liquid and the money you’d spent buying it. It wasn’t worth it, you knew it. Stupid. You curse at yourself as your back pressed against the cold wall of the narrow alleyway.

It was too dark to see the faces of the men that laughed at your helplessness, not that you’d be able to see in the daylight, they were hidden behind their masks and hats - you saw that as an act of cowardice.

Little to your knowledge, there was someone that could help you. A tall man, dark and handsome; lived under the name of Chae Hyungwon. He had no intention in helping you, I mean, what would he gain from that? He’s a mafia man, not some charity worker, he doesn’t help people. He reminded himself that supporting others wasn’t in the nature of his job; but unfortunately, it was in his nature to support people.

He heard your protests. He heard you plead for them to let you go, to not touch you. He found his head swarming in your cries. He sighed as though it was bothersome, but he knew that if he didn’t help you now then your terror stricken voice would come back to haunt him at some point.

Stuffing his hands in his pocket, he followed the sounds of arrogant laughter and pleads for mercy until he intruded on the scene. At first, he went unnoticed, then the men sensed his presence, and fortunately for you, their attention was diverted away.

“What do you want, man?” One of the thugs spat, glaring at him over his mask.

Hyungwon didn’t respond, instead, he shoved past the thug and gripped his friend by the scruff of his neck before throwing him off you as though he weighed nothing. The men whined loudly at Hyungwon’s intrusion, but when one of them tried to aim a punch at Hyungwon’s head, Hyungwon was already kicking his leg into the man’s stomach.

The wounded man spluttered and gasped for air, clearly hurt. Hyungwon took the opportunity to grab your arm and run.

“Get back here you punk!” The thug called, but didn’t attempt to chase you both, he must have known his place around Hyungwon.

“Thanks for saving me.” You finally speak when the two of you slow to a walk. He scoffed, pretending like he didn’t care and looked off into the distance. Under the dim street light, you were sure he looked like an angel. The descended glow on his face made him look soft and caring, despite his attempt to glare and snarl at your thanks.

“Count it as an ‘I owe you.’” He said, though he never intended for you to give anything back. He then walked off into the night.

You wanted to call after him, but you had no place to do such an action. So you simply watched as he disappeared in the darkness of another alleyway. You sighed, and decided to make your way home.

Little did you know that Hyungwon was watching over your well being the entire way, making sure no harm came to you on this night.