his name plate

first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

The pounding headache that currently plagued you was going to be a serious problem. You took medicine to try and ease it but it hadn’t kicked in just yet.

Your best friends Pietro and Natasha took you out for drinks the night before to celebrate you landing your dream job. One drink turned into four and the night got hazy after that. You knew that it wasn’t the smartest thing to go out the night before you were to start a new job, but you were in a good mood and wanted to.

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aether-staza  asked:

Heeeeey~! I just want to say that I really love your Voltron Family AU! ♡♡♡ Its so heart warming and pure~ Can I also ask if there was ever a time where Shiro's co-workers were the ones to be shocked when Keith visits Shiro? Both of them are gorgeous men after all~ *wiggles eyebrow*

Thank you!!! Glad to know you love it! ♡ 

[The Voltron Family] Shiro transferred to a new hospital that was conveniently closer to where Keith worked. So hopefully lunch dates would be more frequent than usual. Today, Pidge was with him because her grade had a free day and no one was available to watch her and she wanted to spend her whole day with him, and honestly, who was Shiro to deny her that?

Keith texted that he was on his way to Shiro’s new workplace and both father and daughter were excited. 

Pidge: *sits cross legged on top of Shiro’s table* I like this place better than the last one. *looks around happily*
Shiro: *smiles* It’s nicer, isn’t it? Pays so much better, too. *chuckles* Now, what did I say about sitting on top of the table? *raises eyebrow*
Pidge: *frowns* *crawls to Shiro*
Shiro: *takes Pidge into his arms* Gosh. You’re such a big girl now.
Pidge: *wraps her arms around Shiro’s neck* I’m still small though, which is just so annoying. Ugh. *pouts*
Shiro: Awww, sweetheart. *smiles fondly* I think you’re just the perfect size. *pecks Pidge on the lips softly*
Pidge: *scrunches nose while trying to restrain from smiling too much* You’re just saying that. You’re supposed to say that cause I’m your kid.
Shiro: *fake gasp* When did I ever lie to you? Daddies never lie.
Pidge: *rolls eyes* You lied to me one time saying seeds grow inside my tummy if I accidentally eat them. I was 3 back then. But I’m 7 now. I know everything.
Shiro: *snorts* Sure, you do. But, it’s true though. They do grow. *kisses Pidge’s cheek* *blows raspberries* 
Pidge: *laughs* It’s not!! And stop it, Daddy Shiro!

Keith finally arrived and he went inside the hospital after parking his car. He honestly didn’t know where Shiro’s room was. His husband just texted him that it had his name plate outside. Like to hell with that! There were dozens of doctors in the place and Keith had no time to check them all out. So he went to the reception. There were currently three nurses. 

Keith: *smiles* Good Morning. I’m looking for Doctor Takashi Shirogane.
Nurse #1: *stares at Keith* 
Nurse #2: *nudges Nurse #1* *clears his throat* Um, *looks at Keith* do you happen to have any appointment with him? 
Keith: *soft voice* I’m kinda… his husband. So. 
Nurse #2: *blinks repeatedly* Oh… oh! 
Nurse #3: *takes over* Mr. Shirogane, your husband’s room is on the third floor. Four doors down to your right. *smiles kindly*
Keith: Thank you. *smiles back* *gives the three nurses a nod before he leaves*

Once Keith was gone…

Nurse #3: What the heck, you guys?! *slaps both his colleagues* You both just zoned out!! Daniella, Lyle. What was that all about?
Lyle: *looks at his friend* Dude. Brenda. My man. 
Brenda: What?
Lyle: I don’t even go for dudes, but, like, that guy just now was 100% my type. *shakes his friend’s arms* 
Daniella: You guys. *holds both her friends* I had a crush on Doctor Shirogane for a few days now, okay? Like, I admit this. Since he first logged-in in this very area during my shift. It was love at first sight you could say. *chuckles nervously* I knew he was out of my reach, obviously. *rolls eyes* But—
Brenda: He’s married though. *leans back and judges her friend* I get that most of us probably have a crush on him when he first started but like, dude—
Lyle: He’s married to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. *smitten* I’m just ? How lucky? 
Daniella: I actually thought one day we’re going to see his wife since he brought his daughter today. Like maybe a bitchy looking wife. I dunno why I just imagined he would have one? But like a gold digger wife kind of wife?
Lyle: Dude. Same. I’m awful and so are you. *laughs* But I wouldn’t blame him if he suddenly went for the other team when he first saw his husband.
Daniella: Ugh. Doctor Shirogane is already hot. Then his husband is also hot. I don’t think that’s fair. You can’t be hot together. *drags hands down her face* 
Lyle: Brenda, what are you doing? *looks at his friend*
Brenda: *searches on the database* I’m trying to look for Doctor Shirogane. 
Daniella: *gasp* Are we even allowed to do that?! 
Brenda: *rolls eyes* Hospital records. It’s basically open for everyone who has access. Oh. Look. *points on the screen*
Lyle: Spouse. Keith Shirogane. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful man.
Brenda: Lyle, welcome to the dark side. *laughs*
Daniella: What will your girlfriend say now? *laughs*
Lyle: *groans* I feel like if I tell her, she’ll squeal in delight. *rolls eyes*

Keith finally found the room and he opened the door to see Pidge and Shiro cuddling, Pidge laughing so hard. Keith smiled as he made himself known.

Keith: How’s my little girl? *smiles*
Pidge: *turns around* Daddy Keith!
Keith: *gives Pidge a peck and hugs her tight* Missed my baby.
Shiro: She’s been messing around, using all of my prescription pads. *laughs*
Keith: Did she really? *bends down to kiss Shiro* Hi. *smiles softly*
Shiro: *whispers* Hi.
Pidge: *rolls eyes* Can we eat lunch now?
Shiro: *looks at Pidge* *chuckles* Of course. Let’s go.

The three of them went down to leave the hospital with Pidge between them, holding their hands while walking. The three nurses at the reception area just cooed at them as they watch them leave.

Lyle: *sniffles* I think I know now what “I hate seeing you go, but I love watching you leave” means.
Brenda: You’ll get over your broken heart, man. *pats Lyle dramatically*
Lyle: Okay, but seriously, guys. He’s just seriously fucking attractive. 
Brenda and Daniella: We get it, Lyle. Don’t worry. We agree 100%.

Gone - Pt. 2

Pairing: Aaron x Reader

Word Count: 1,610

Request: yes!  Request here

@marvelfanlife -  Could you turn gone into a multi fic please? It’s so good! and hotch needs to know about the baby! 💕

@blrthelines -  Ahhhhh I need more of “Gone”!!!!!!

Anon -  Ahh I love “Gone”, can you please continue it?? Pretty please!💕

Warnings: None

Summary: Recap: Y/N is devastated when Aaron and Jack flee into witness protection to hide from Mr.Scratch, who has been stalking Jack.  In order to keep her protected, Hotch tells the reader via note to stay put and not try to look for or contact him or Jack.  Oh, and she just so happens to be pregnant with his child.

Part One

Originally posted by thomas-gibson-daily

You’d only been inside the BAU a few times, usually to surprise Aaron on his birthday or to bring Jack on his.  

But this time, when you walked through the doors to the bullpen, your legs felt almost as if they were going to collapse under you, knowing the weight of the situation, and seeing Agent David Rossi carrying boxes out of Aaron’s office just made the realization of your worries worse.  He wasn’t here.  Of course, in your heart you knew he wouldn’t be, but something in you told you to check, told you that maybe he would be waiting for you in the BAU to give you a real goodbye.

Penelope Garcia walked up to the door of Aaron’s office, her red eyes were evidence that she’d been crying.  Slowly, she pulled his name plate from the door, sighing and holding it close to her heart.  When she turned around, she caught your eyes, a confused look crossing her face.

“Y/N?” you heard beside you.  You looked over to see JJ walking towards you with Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Where is he,” were the first words that came out of your mouth.

“He’s not here,” she replied, looking at you with concern.  

“Ms. Y/L/N,” David said from Aaron’s door.  He motioned for you to join him, and you hesitantly did so, feeling the eyes of your boyfriend’s coworkers on you.

“Where’s Aaron?” you asked as soon as you got to the door.  He motioned for you to step inside, and when you did, he came in behind you and shut the door behind him.  “Why did you move his stuff?” you asked between your tears.

“I need you to listen very carefully, Y/N,” Dave said.  “You might want to sit down for this.”  You obliged and sat in the chair across from Aaron’s - or what used to be Aaron’s.  

“What’s going on?” you asked, still unable to wrap your head around the fact that he was gone.  That Jack was gone.  They were gone.  Vanished.  Gone.

“Aaron turned in his resignation this morning.  He came to me and told me that Lewis was at Jack’s school today,” he started, leaning against the now vacated desk.  “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but he and Jack have been admitted into witness protection.”

Your heart felt like it sank into your stomach.  

They’re gone.

“It was ultimately his decision.  He didn’t want to drag you any deeper into the situation, so he decided to keep you out of it.”

They’re gone.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

They’re gone.

The mantra continued to play in your head, over and over you heard the words you were most scared of.  

Instinctively, you put your hands to your stomach.  Tears flowed freely to meet the fabric of your shirt, soaking into the blanket over your unborn child.

“They’re gone,” you said aloud.  It was the first time you spoke the words aloud despite hearing them so clearly in your head.

“I think it would be best to lay low for a while.  We can get you a protective unit if you’d like,” David told you.

“I- I need to talk to him,” you said, clutching at your stomach, wanting the little bundle of joy to have a father.

“I’m afraid you can’t,” David said sadly, inching closer to you, careful eyes watching yo as if you might break, but the truth was, you’d broken long ago when you found the note on your kitchen counter.

“No, you don’t understand,” you said, standing up, your legs surprisingly not failing you.  “I need to talk t-to him, please, you have to know where he is.”

“I don’t, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“Then you have to know someone who knows where he is, p-please David,” you said.  You were backing to the door, trying to keep your balance

“Y/N.  I’m sorry, but there is no way to contact him.  He’s gone,” he replied, his voice slightly raising.  He didn’t want to hurt you any more than you already had been.

“Please,” you whispered.  “Please.”

He only shook his head and sighed, not know what else to tell you.  The once strong and fearless woman he once knew was crumbling in front of him, and despite what he did for a living, he suddenly didn’t know how to handle telling you that you may never see your boyfriend ever again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice slightly shaking.  Rossi was hard to break, but here you were, managing to do it.

“I have his baby,” you said, your voice still a soft whisper.  David looked at you, shock evident in his features.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked you, his voice rising in pitch.

“I didn’t get to tell him,” you said, burying your head into your hands.

They’re gone.

Alone and pregnant is not exactly how you pictured spending your birthday, but you were glad you weren’t at work with all your annoying coworkers.  Instead, you thought it would be nice to have yourself a bubble bath, candles lit and Frank Sinatra playing in the background.

Once you spent the day relaxing and eating cake by yourself, you thought it would be nice to head to the BAU.

Ever since Aaron was admitted into witness protection, you kept in close touch with his former team members.  Having them made it easier, especially since the loss of their team captain wasn’t exactly easy on them either.  They were able to comfort you, and you them.  

Walking through the doors of the bullpen, you were met with the sight of the whole BAU team sitting around a desk that was decorated with balloons and cupcakes and confetti.  They were all huddled around, moving things around as if to make it look more presentable.  

When Dr. Reid looked up from the present JJ was holding, he saw you and sighed.

“Uh, surprise?” he said.  The rest of the team halted their actions and turned around, all seemed upset when they saw you since the surprise was ruined.

“Is this all for me?” you asked, setting your leftover cake on the table with the rest of the goodies.

“Yeah.  I was going to call you when it was all set up and we were going to turn the lights off and everything.  Big surprised ruined,” Penelope said with a slight frown.  “But happy birthday !” she said, smiling and pulling you in for a hug, your eight and a half months pregnant belly making it harder to get close to your friend. 

“Aw, guys.  This is amazing thank you,” you said, giving each member of the team a hug, feeling tears prick at you eyes.

“Hey, now, don’t you cry on us,” Dr. Lewis said, squeezing your shoulder.

“I’m just so glad I wasn’t alone in all of this,” you said, motioning to your protruding stomach.  “Thank you all.”

“Anything for you, sweets,” Penelope said, handing you a present.

“You guys didn’t have to-” before you could finish, there was a sharp pain in your abdomen.  You stopped and held it for a second, wincing at the aching.

“Oh, no.  Are you okay?” Luke asked, holding onto your elbow.

“She’s going into labor,” JJ said calmly.

“No I’m not, I’m not due until next month,” you stated.

“Doesn’t matter, hon,” JJ said simply, pulling you towards the door.

Thirteen hours later, your baby boy was born.  He had your eyes, Aaron’s nose, and his dark, dark hair.  You smiled down at your son, happy tears running down your cheeks. 

JJ was in the room with you the whole time, walking you through the process.

“He’s beautiful,” she told you, grinning down at the two of you.

“Isn’t he?” you choked out.  He was so calm and small and beautiful.  Just incredibly beautiful.  And he was all yours.

And Aaron’s.

But Aaron was gone.

“Aaron,” you said down to your baby.  “Aaron Jack Hotchner.”

“Hi baby Aaron,” JJ said, waving to the tiny boy who was opening his eyes.  “I’m your aunt JJ.”

“Can we come in?” Penelope said from the door, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes, please,” you said, wanting your practical family to meet the newest member.

“Oh my goodness,” the bubbly blonde said after laying eyes on Aaron Jr.  “He looks just like you.”

“And his father,” Emily said with a smile.

But his father isn’t here.

“Congratulations, Y/N,” David said, giving you a peck on the forehead.

You couldn’t contain your happiness.  You had the most beautiful son in the world in your arms, and although his father was absent in the moment, you felt everything but lonely surrounded by the ones you loved, knowing that every agent in the room would help you raise Aaron as if he were their own.

He was the son of their former partner and unit chief, of course they would.

But he was gone.

“Can I hold him?” Reid asked sheepishly.  You grinned and nodded your head, holding up your son carefully to let the doctor take him.

His dad was not here, but Aaron Jack Hotchner was surrounded by the people who love him and will go to the ends of the earth for him, and that was all that mattered.

Aaron was out in the world somewhere with Jack hopefully safe, but wherever he was, he had no knowledge of the baby boy just born with his name.  He didn’t know that you thought about him every day, and probably didn’t know that since he left, you spent every night crying yourself to sleep.  He didn’t know any of this because he was gone.

They were gone.

Silver Spoon Pt.3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Seokjin

Genre: Angst/ Romance

A/N: I thought I had a set pairing for this series, but I can’t seem to make up my mind oops. I’m really liking how this series is going, hopefully you guys think the same. Anyways, enjoy reading :)

Part 1 / Part 2

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Julian Albert; Sorry

Request: Hi! I have a request about Julian Albert. Y/N is Barry’s twin sis. She is fast like Barry and can control fire. Together they saved their mother and created the Flashpoint. When they change the time line they meet with Julian. Julian hates from both Allen siblings. But Barry and him start getting along better than Julian and Y/N do. One day Y/N and Julian start arguing about sth really small. Julian gets too far and cause her to run away and cry. When Joe tells how difficult her life is he regrets all the words he said to her because he loves her. He somehow finds her and he kisses her the moment he sees her and admit his love. Can it be pls fluffy and long? 😂😝😝💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓 - @legolasothranduilion

A/n: I don’t hate baristas and I don’t think that it’s ‘hardly a job’ or anything I just wrote it to give it more angst (I thought that I should clear it up in case people thought I was hating on them or smth), also its unedited

Warnings: mentions of bullying

“I brought coffee.” Y/N announced as she entered the lab, two steaming ups in her hands. Upon stepping into the room her eyebrows raised at the desk that stood opposite her brother’s desk, she threw a questioning glance over to Barry who gave her a small shrug in reply—her gaze quickly moved back to the new addition to her room and ended up connecting with light blue eyes.

“What is wrong with you two today?” Snapped the blonde stranger causing Y/N to jump back slightly in surprise, the attractive blonde rolled his eyes before looking down and carrying on with work.

“Thank you, Y/N” Barry murmured when you gave him his drink he took a tentative sip and then carried on his voice going even quieter, “his name plate says ‘Julian Albert’, he was here when I came in. It appears he doesn’t like us that much.”

“So we’re not back to the original timeline. I wonder what else has changed” Y/N mumbled while checking her phone which was flashing with a notification, “duty calls, let’s go.”

Today just keeps getting worse Y/N thought as she began to truly understood the affect that flashpoint had on hers and her friend’s life, not only was there a new guy in Barry’s lab, her foster sister and father weren’t talking and her best friends brother had died. She began to wonder if going back to save her mother was the right thing to do, was I just being selfish? The words kept repeating in her head as she thought about what her friends had to sacrifice by her and Barry creating these ‘other’ timelines.

She sighed heavily as she fell into the seat at her brother’s desk, it was the next day and she still didn’t feel any better—especially since her and Barry are going to be telling the others about what they had done. She just hoped that Cisco wouldn’t too react badly, not that she wouldn’t understand it if he did. “Is there a reason you’re making so much noise?” the voice of Julian Albert brought her out of her thoughts as she turned and looked at him, apparently, him and Barry have been getting along better. However, nothing has changed between him and her, she doesn’t know why he hates her and to be honest she doesn’t care. She has far more to worry about than why her brother’s lab partner hates her, even though he is very pleasing to the eye. Not that Y/N thinks about that or him, at all.

Okay maybe she does a little bit.

“Why are you even here, it’s not like you could understand any of this.” Julian sneered as he pulled out a file and flicked through it, making notes here and there.

“I’m waiting for Barry, not that it’s anything to you” She snapped, her voice a little higher than usual.

“Can’t you go wait for him outside. He might actually find the lab once he spots your ridiculously bright jumper”

“Excuse you, leave my brother and my jumper alone”

“If you’re going to stay here then shut up. I’m trying to work, some of us have a job and aren’t leeching off our family.”

“I have a job”

“You’re a barista, I’ll hardly call that a job. It’s where washed up singers and artists work while they wait for their ‘big break’.” Julian scoffed, Y/N felt her heart drop as he began to list off how she was a failure and it brought back a flood of memories of childhood bullies who constantly tormented her for not being ‘good enough’, ‘smart enough’, ‘pretty enough’, etc.

He was right though. She hasn’t followed her dream, she never tried as hard as Barry did in school and didn’t get the grades half as good as his. She’s 27 years old and stuck in a dead-end job, she didn’t realise the tears were falling until she felt a drop fall onto her leg. Shooting up out of the chair, Y/N escaped from the lab and briskly left the prescient; ending up sat on a park bench a small walk away.

A little while late, Y/N felt someone sit down next to her, they were quiet for a moment before slowly breathed out. “I’m sorry” Julian whispered, Y/N didn’t bother wiping away her tears as she turned to face him. He shyly reached up and brushed away the remaining tears. “I know I went too far, I was way out of line. Joe told me as well, about your childhood with the bullies and I want you to know you are enough. You’re so smart, breathtakingly beautiful, incredibly kind and caring, funny even. I tried so hard to get your attention and I know I went about it in the wrong way and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, but not about what I’m going to do” Julian stated as he leaned closer. Y/N opened her mouth about to question what he meant until his lips cut her off. Their lips moved together slowly, gently. Neither of them wanted this moment to end.  

The Royal Company of Archers (The King’s Bodyguard for Scotland), a very fine and scarce near complete field uniform appertaining to the late A.A.Lawrie, contained in its original black metal carrying trunk bearing his brass name plate, comprising tunic, trousers, cape, sash bearing both badges, bonnet complete with silk tails, tourie feather and gilt badge on green/silk cockade, black leather sword belt with ornate clasp, special pattern short sword and scabbard, the blade etched with GVR cypher, Royal Arms, thistles, etc., a black/red wool tassle, the whole supplied by Messrs J Stewart & Son, 88 George, St Edinburgh, their check list still inside the tin dated 1926 and 1937, excellent condition throughout.


‘But Uncle Kallus, if they just moved the ships over a little; there would be more room for the kids to train! AND they’d even be able to fit in a place for the blaster training without it being a hazard!’ 

Kallus’s outfit is inspired by a pic from Lledra a while ago!! 

Just a little sneak peak of the next chapter of Honeymoon Vacation

Phones rang loudly through the clear acoustics of the room while conversations were drowned within them. Decorative plants and trees surrounded many of the desks from the first floor.

The receptionists desk where a young badger was typing on his laptop. A fern that was sitting next to his name plate which read ‘Officer Brakunda’.

Nick spoke the first greeting with a friendly, “Hello!” He waved a paw, even though the badger wasn’t paying attention as he was still glued to the screen.

A few second passed before Judy issued a greeting, louder this time. “Hello!”

That time, the greeting grabbed the badgers’ attention as he looked around his desk to see who had called him. He peered over his laptop and saw the bunny and fox standing down in front of him.

“Oh, sorry about that. Was just finishing up a report,” he said in an Irish accent. “How can I help you folks today?” His smile was polite and his uniform was well groomed. It was navy blue just like Judy’s and Nick’s were, but there was a pearly white stripe stitched in the armpit area going around the arm, matching the landscape of Metropolis.

“Well, we just wanted to look around” Judy replied. “We’re officers from Zootopia and this is our first time here in Metropolis.”

The badgers eyes grew slightly as a wide open smile grew on his white fluffy cheeks. “This is amazing! I finally get to meet officers from the ZPD!” He exclaimed ecstatically. He swiftly leaned over his desk and extended a paw to shake.

Both of them shook his paw, in which he clutched to theirs while not only shaking their paws, but also their entire arm. Badgers were known for their strength and how great of a grip they had with their sharp claws.

“What’re your names?”

Nick walked up before Judy could reply. “I’m Nicholas Wilde and this is my partner, and wife, Judy Wilde. Or you may know her as…”

“Judy Hopps?!” Brakunda interrupted loudly, his smile now wider than before.

“Y-yeah that’s right” Judy nodded with slight hesitation, not sure what the badger was about to do next.

In a quick loud thump of him sitting back in his chair, almost tipping it backwards, he picked up his phone and started pushing the buttons frantically. A few seconds of his nervous fast paced taps on his desk past before his small ears perked up.

“Chief we’ve got some… No listen we’ve got some officers here from the ZPD… Yes, it’s Officer Hopps and..” He paused to look at Nick. “What’s your name again?"He whispered.

"Nicholas Wilde” he replied softly, feeling a little defeated that he wasn’t as popular as his wife.

“And Officer Wilde” the badger quickly said. Then his smile grew. “Alright will do Cheif!” He softly hung the phone up.

“So, your chief is coming to see us?” Judy finally asked.

“Yup! He’ll be here any second” he disclosed.

Judy knew that the MPD’s chief was a bunny, while Nick had no idea who was going to be coming down those steps.

A few minutes passed by before a new face entered down from the large stair case that led to the four other stories in the building. He wore a black dress coat with a white tux shirt underneath. His tie was black, also matching the glossy black dress pants he wore.

He had a serious look on his face. It was stern, rock solid and unchanging. But his facial expression changed as he reached the final step to the ground floor of the precinct. A stern grin grew across his face, expanding the stripes on his cheeks that Nick just noticed on his face. The tips of his ears also had the same matching black stripes as his cheeks had. He was just as tall as Judy was, except his fur color was a lighter gray compared to hers.

“Thank you for calling me down here, Brakunda. So… This is the famous Judy Hopps I’ve heard so much about?”

Jack put two fingers on his chin as if interested in what he was seeing. With his eyes, he was looking her up and down.

Nick saw the bucks eye movement and felt something inside him starting to boil.

He reached for her paw before she could react and placed a hand-kiss on the top part of her paw. She was slightly stunned for a moment before slowly taking her paw back to her side. She casually wiped the kiss away on her shorts before the buck noticed.

“Wilde now” she corrected the bunny chief. “This is my husband, Nick Wilde.” She glanced over at Nick to introduce him, but noticed his mood has changed. She wasn’t oblivious to the Chiefs actions towards her and new where her heart lied, she would never change that. But she could sense that Nick was feeling tempestuous inside.

Jack shot a smaller radiant smile to the fox who he could tell was a bit 'steamed’ to say the least. He could tell that he was aggravated, seeing that his tail was swaying side to side.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you Mr. Wilde,” Jack said, again reaching out his paw.

The Joker x Dead Reader

You were gone in an instant and he never thought he would be so lost without you. Too bad the dead can never come back…

Read part 2 herehttp://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153114111426/the-joker-x-dead-reader-part-2

Another sleepless night. He tosses and turns, adjusting his pillow, but his mind won’t shut down. He just can’t sleep without you. The Joker looks at your side of the bed. You’re not there…and you will never be again.

He sighs and takes a deep breath, hiding his face under the sheets, trying not to think of your smile. It’s useless. He grunts and uncovers himself, his eyes resting on your favorite loveseat by the window.

He can almost see you there, in the pale morning light, polishing your handgun, wearing that cute lacy nightgown he liked so much. It was your favorite firearm; he gave it to you on your birthday, customized with your name and his, and plated it with gold over the shiny red background color.

“Baby doll, I regret given that to you. Stop messing with it. Come back to bed, I wanna sleep in.”

“Why, can’t you sleep if I’m not there?”

“You know I can’t.”

“Jeez, baby, what would you do if I’d die? You’d never sleep again?” you used to ask, teasing him.

“No, I would just get another girlfriend.”


He remembers how you always frowned at his answer.

“I would come back and haunt you! NO GIRLFRIEND, do you hear me?”

“If you come back to haunt me, could you be naked please?”

“You want me to be naked?”

“Yes!” he would burst out laughing, his blue eyes glowing with content.

“OK, I’ll come back naked then,” you giggled, charging for the bed and landing on top of him with all your strength.

“Auch, Pumpkin, lose some weight.”

“You’re so mean J,” you complained, playfully punching his cheek.

“I know I am,” the Joker admitted, fully aware you put up with all his crap and you would fall asleep cuddling for a few more hours.


He gets up at the side of the bed, sniffling, then heads towards the bathroom, turns on the water and gets in the bathtub. He hopes it’s going to comfort him a little bit.


“Taaaaa-daaaaaaa!” your cell phone in his face when he was so busy with the paperwork, planning future heists.

He already knew what it was: you took care of another person (or multiple ones) on his black list. But he still looked at the pictures.

“See Puddin? Killed them all for you.”

“You’re such a good doll.” He wasn’t really paying attention anymore.

“I know,” you chuckled and leaned over for a kiss. All you got was a peck on the lips.

“This is no way to kiss your girl, Mister J.  I’ll tell you what: I’m going to take a bath and you’re going to join me in 5 minutes, ok?”

“I’m busy, Princess.”

“I’ll be extraaaaaa nice,” you whispered in his ear and walked away. Every single time he debated maybe about 10 seconds.

“God dammit!…I’ll be there in 5, doll!”

“ Kaaayyy, Puddin. “

He loved to lean against you in the bathtub so you can wash his hair and massage his shoulders.  You always hummed some silly song you would make up on the spot and he purred, half asleep.

“Look, J, it never fails: you give me goosebumps when you purr.”

“U-hummm, “ he muttered with his eyes closed.

“So crazy how you do that to me all the time,” you wondered, baffled at the mystery. He wanted to laugh but he pretended to be dosing off.

“Here, give me your forehead,” you often asked and he just tilted his head backwards even more so you can plant a trail of soft kisses along his “Damaged” tattoo. He secretly liked it, but never told you.

“J, say you love me,” you would ask, rinsing his hair.

“Hmmmm?” he pretended not to hear, still with his eyes closed.

“Say: I love Y/N.”


You tried another approach to get what you wanted.

“ I love you, Puddin.  More than anything.”

“More than diamonds?” he would snicker, adjusting his head on your breasts.

“I said more than anything, you jerk!” This used to get you all worked up, but he’d let you win in the end, especially after you squeezed your legs around him as hard as you could.

You moved his jaw, trying to make him talk.

“Say: I LOVE…Y/N! Say it or I’ll crush you with my thunder thighs! Say you love me!”

“I love….” your green eyes would widen, waiting for the answer “…guns.” he grinned.

“Seriously?!” you pouted, splashing water all over.” “That’s it, I’m going to kill you!”

The bathroom looked like a battlefield after you were done chasing him all over the huge bathtub: water on the floor and bubbles almost reaching the living room.

“Truce! Truce!” you panted out of breath, retreating to one corner of the tub.

“You started, Kitten! Are you sure?” he would smirk, licking his lips, slowly approaching you.

“Yes, I give up, you win.”

“Good decision, doll.” The Joker pulled you on his legs, moving the wet hair off your face so he can see your red cheeks. You locked your arms around his neck and stared in his eyes.

“Say you love me, Puddin.” You never gave up.

“If you don’t say it, I’m not goin…”

He liked to interrupt your little speech:

Before you could make another sound his lips were crushing against yours and it always ended up being a wild night.


He feels the water got cold. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting in there, just staring at the faucet. There’s no more laughter, no more kisses, no more you.

Just him, alone with his demons and his sorrow.

He finally brings himself to get out of the tub and gets dressed. He opens the walk in closet and chooses something, he doesn’t even care what; then he sees your clothes. He tried to get rid of your things, but the pain of not having your stuff around was greater than giving them away, so he saved it all.

The Joker looks through your items, stopping from time to time to smell them. They still have your scent. Suddenly, his heart sinks even more: here are your maternity clothes that you kept for next time you might have been lucky enough to get pregnant .


You were so depressed when you lost the pregnancy. J didn’t really care about having a baby, but seeing you cry for days and being so upset, he started to be upset too. He even took a few weeks off and laid low at the penthouse with you. You were sobbing all night and he used to stay awake and talk to you, caress your hair and plan how to get rid of the Bats. It made you feel better and he knew it.

“Please stop crying, baby doll,” he used to beg and he is not the type that begged.” You are going to get sick and who’s going to help me with everything I have to do, hmmm?… Are you going to eat something in the morning?”

You just looked at him with teary, bloodshot eyes.

“Our baby is gone, J. Gone… There’s nothing here,” you said, taking his hand and place it on your tummy, crying harder when he kissed it.

“It’s ok, Princess, we’ll try for another one,” he finally told you one time, hoping it will calm you down.

“For reals?” you finally smiled after he thought you’ll never smile again.

“Yes, for reals.”

“You promise?” You immediately looked so full of hope.

“I promise. Now stop crying, you’re so ugly when you cry,” he joked, waiting for you to elbow him in protest.


But your dream never came true.

His thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. J already knows who it is.

“Come in, Frosty.”

He heads towards the living room so he can talk to his right hand.

“Hi, Boss. I know you’re… busy, but…about tonight…”

“Do whatever you need to do, Frosty, you’re in charge,” he mutters, cutting him off, visibly distressed, grabbing your cell phone he keeps on the table.

“OK, boss, I’ll take care of everything.” Frost knows to tread lightly so he won’t aggravate the Joker even more. He opens the door to leave, but he makes up his mind and turns around.



“Do you want something to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” and by the tone of J’s voice, Frost knows to leave the matter alone. He’s just worried about his boss. He doesn’t eat, by the looks of it he doesn’t sleep, he’s on the edge and nothing good could come out of it. But maybe it won’t last forever…In the meantime, he will just do his job and make sure everybody else is doing theirs.

After Frost leaves, J goes out on the balcony. This was your favorite spot in the penthouse because you loved the view from the 30th floor.

He turns on his cell phone, pressing on the first contact on his list: “Princess.”

He watches your own phone turning on in his other hand, sadly smiling at your wallpaper: a picture of him sleeping, his green hair all over his face. He winces when he hears your voice:

“Helllloooo, this is Y/N. If you’re not my Puddin, I don’t care so don’t bother leaving a message. If you are my Puddin, you can leave a message after the beep. I’ll probably see you in a few minutes. (you giggle) I love you, muaaahhhhhh.”

He replays the message again. He misses your voice so much.

“…..muahhhhhhh.” Again…and again…


If he knew he’d lose you that day, he would have left you behind. But you always wanted to participate in everything. You were a good business partner and a good shooter, you always had his back. And never took no for an answer. Just as stubborn as he was.

You were sitting on his lap, tracing the visible tattoos on his chest from under his jacket, pretending to be bored at the meeting, but actually very alert and ready to act if needed. You loved to play the indifferent, clueless girlfriend with the new business partners; it gave you time to study them and observe if something was wrong.

That’s why you were the first to notice the gun pointed at J from behind the wall, already firing bullets in a split second. No time to do anything else but stand up and position yourself in front of him. Everything happened so fast.

J didn’t even realize you were hit until he saw blood soaking through your white shirt. Then another bang, and another one. You stood still, gasping for air, trying not to collapse, shielding him.

All hell broke loose: gunshots shrieking from one side to the other, a few more hit you in the crossfire before you fell, wheezing, squinting your eyes in pain.

The Joker caught you before you hit the floor, not even giving a damn about the carnage or the fact that he could get hit too.

Within seconds, Frost and your henchmen placed themselves in front of both of you, shutting at large, already knowing they messed up big time.

J was on his knees, shocked, not knowing what to do, holding you with one hand and pressing your wounds with the other, desperate to stop the bleeding. There was so much blood it dripped on the floor and soaked his clothes too. Your lips kept on slightly moving, repeating something that he couldn’t hear with all the noise around. He brought you closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and he finally heard your whisper:

“Say… you…love…me…say…you…love…me…”

He doesn’t remember ever feeling like he’s going to die from despair until that very moment when he knew he can’t do anything for you. Your breathing was getting shallow and your lips didn’t move anymore. You just looked at him, slowly blinking, your vision getting cloudy, holding on with all you had got, waiting for him to say the words.

“I love… you,” you heard him say, and you wanted to tell him not to ever cry because nobody can see the Joker cry. But you couldn’t say the words.

“I love… you.”

That’s all you heard before you closed your eyes.


It’s starting to get breezy on the balcony. He cracks his neck, placing your cell phone in his pocket, not sure what to do with his.

He finally decides and dials Frost’s number.

“Yes, sir?”

“Bring the car around and leave the engine on, I have to go somewhere. Alone. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“OK, boss.”

The Joker gets his purple coat and glances at your picture in the hallway before taking his leave.

“See you soon, baby doll,” he smiles, closing the door behind him.

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Rafi's s/o messing with the name plate on his desk so it reads Barbie instead of Barba

*snorts* oh my GOD yes.

- Rafael’s desk was his fortress: he knew where everything belonged. You were so aware of this because it became one of your favorite games to play when he left you waiting on him for too long. Mostly, your pranks were menial, and took him little time to notice; switching two picture frames around, sliding his ornaments to the opposite side, maybe preparing a little origami accessory for a statue that looked like he needed a top hat.

- However, it took one night where you were particularly frustrated with being in queue for his attention, that you pulled the big guns out.

- You’ve fiddled with his name plate before: flipped it upside down, turned it so his own name faced him instead of his guests, left a silly note only he could see on the other side…

- (it made him blush when he finally noticed it, and thank every bit of Karma it was poor Carisi who he had been speaking to when the random realization dawned- he had slammed down the plate amidst talk of plea deals, nearly scared the detective out of his chair. Carmen told you all about it.)

- But this time, oh this time, with you looking silly in your slinky crimson dress while waiting for him to gather you for the gala he had told you would be starting half an hour ago; you went for the side that likely wouldn’t easily garner his attention.

- “A.D.A. Rafael Barbie


- Benson noticed it first, and had nearly choked on her coffee once she recognized the poorly doctored sign. Rafael had asked if she was alright, and she nodded vibrantly, hoping not to ruin the joke. “Yea, I’m fine, Barbie… Ba. Barba.” His brow furrowed, but he assumed she was just overwhelmed with learning how to drink again. Weird woman.

- Finn couldn’t stop smiling. Who the Hell had done that? He had diligently laid out photographs of known escorts, women who had taken to robbing their johns. As he tapped at a few pictures of seemingly similar fair-skinned young women, he spoke up: “She’s just a blonde bimbo girl,”
- Rollins wanted to scream, but instead she bit the inside of her cheek and continued the taunt, “In a fantasy world?”
- Finn bumped his elbow with hers, and their suspicious understanding was obviously beginning to get on the ADA’s nerves- were they even talking to him anymore, or was this karaoke hour? “Well, ya know, life in plastic…
- “It’s fantastic,” Rollins completed, and twist so she faced the bewildered Rafael again, “Isn’t it, Counselor?
- “Get out,” Barba grunted, it had been an odd day already, and he had to prepare for the DA’s visit later. First Olivia can’t swallow coffee or talk, and now he had Finn and Rollins swapping pop-tune lines. It could only get better, right? “I can look at these notes alone.”

- Poor Carisi had been advised numerous times about his lack of a poker face, mostly by you whenever you pried information from him that he hadn’t intended to leak. So now, he kept a hand ‘inconspicuously’ over his face to keep from exposing his chuckling. It wasn’t working.
- “Carisi, are you feeling alright today?” Rafael thought maybe he was nauseous, or trying to stifle himself from coughing. “You need water or anything?”
- He shook his head rapidly, over and over again, the repetitious motion nearly made Rafael sick himself. “Mnn-mnn.” Sonny added through clenched teeth, hoping to prove he was quite fine.
- Rafael rolled his eyes, and carelessly dropped his paperwork on the desk. “Everyone’s lost their minds today, it’s impossible to get work done around here.”
- “Aw, no Counselor-” Carisi finally dropped his hands to his lap, and nervously shifted in his seat. “Don’t talk like that, don’t let us bring ya down,” he didn’t have time to hide his lips again before laughter overtook him- “Use some imagination, life is your creation…”
- “Get. Out.”

- The DA was expected any time now, and Rafael was making diligent efforts to at least appear as composed as possible. Everything looked fine, in place, and he was mostly prepared to discuss the latest prostitution scandal with his superior. Just before he went to greet him at the front of the building, however, he was interrupted by his assistant storming through his office door.
- “Carmen, what’s wrong?” He paused, and watched as she bee-lined directly towards his desk. “What are you do-”
- Knowingly, she tore the tape and paper from the name plate. The joke was hilarious, but she didn’t want the DA to be involved. Barba would never let her live it down, after all.
- She trotted back over, and pressed the sticky “ie” into his palm. Rafael’s jaw dropped, and he thought back to all the oddities he had faced that day; they suddenly made sense.
- “Come on Barbie, let’s go party-” Carmen cooed condescendingly, while gazing out the window by her own desk to see the DA waiting impatiently on the sidewalk below. “The DA’s out front, I’ve been working on your notes all day.”

- Needless to say, Rafael did not keep you waiting very often after that. Well, not in his office: now you waited with Carmen. Until he felt better, or at the very least, until his crew at SVU stopped fucking calling him “ADA Barbie”.

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Crossing Paths || Open

The car had been dropped off in some parking lot blending in with all the other moderately affordable models. No one would think it out of place because it was as mundane as the person who owned it. Use to own it. It had probably been reported at stolen, and soon enough he’d have to dump it or get some papers forged in his name, new plates. It wasn’t exactly worth the trouble though, was it. 

His supplies sat in the trunk of the car, next to some blankets and an umbrella that also didn’t belong to him. For now he kept up with his own equipment. When he had been younger there seemed to always be some employer offering to keep his things, give him a place to stay, a new car, new clothes. It wasn’t until they turned on him did he realize they just wanted to make sure they could get rid of any trace of him without a hassle. 

In his back pocket was a wallet with a diving license with a picture of himself, eight years younger, and a false name. Jonathan Savage from Wales, probably went by Jon. A knife sat inside his boot and a gun in the back of his pants. Dornan himself was out by the lake, making his way towards the tree line. He didn’t want to show his face around the town just yet, so he figured staying out of the streets and pubs would keep his distance from the residence for now. His boots were heavy but his footsteps were almost soundless along the trail he decided to follow. 

He hesitated for a split second on a step when he heard someone else’s coming up from behind, to the untrained eye he didn’t look phased. Dornan didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know he was well in their view. Cursing himself silently for having been so stupid as to think he would be alone out here. They’d pass him soon enough.  



Sterek au: Professor!Stiles and Campus Security Officer!Derek

For troubleiwant. Happy Valentine’s Day!!


Stiles was having a bad morning.He was ten minutes late for his 9:30 class because traffic was bananas, and when he’d arrived at the classroom, the entire class was standing outside in the hall.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m here!” Stiles lifted his palms in apology. “You can go into the classroom now.”

“It’s locked,” one of his students said.

Stiles felt like face palming right there in the middle of the hallway. Could this day get any worse? After telling his students to wait, he walked back down the stairs to the information desk.

“My classroom is locked,” Stiles told the receptionist.

“Your classroom is locked,” she replied like she didn’t believe him. Stiles nodded, and then she jotted down the room number before looking up at him suspiciously. “Name?”


“Are you the professor?”

Stiles felt like banging his head on the edge of the counter. “Yes!”

“I’ll call public safety,” she said as she picked up the phone.

Stiles trudged back up the two flights to the classroom. When he turned onto the hall, he saw an officer walking towards his students. Stiles couldn’t help himself; he walked a little slower just so he could stare at the public safety guy’s ass. Those uniform pants should be illegal; no one should look that good in a uniform. No one Stiles knew at the Sheriff’s Department looked good in a uniform.

By the time Stiles got to the room and his students had filed inside, the officer was moving along down the hallway. Stiles took a moment for one more appreciative glance before entering the classroom.

He was loading up his computer and telling his students to open their books when the public safety officer entered the classroom. Stiles stuttered to a stop in the middle of his sentence. The guy had a front to match his back, because damn. Stiles wanted to go rub himself all over that beard – or have that beard rub itself all over his thighs.

And, he realized suddenly, those were not the kind of thoughts he should be having with 25 students staring at him.

“What’s your name?” the guy demanded. He was frowning, the intensity of it bordering on a glare.

“Stilinski,” Stiles replied.

“First name?”


The guy frowned. “You’re the professor?”

Stiles sighed as half his class laughed quietly. “Yes! I’m the professor.”

The guy turned and strode out of the room. Stiles shook his head, and a few of his students started teasing him light-heartedly.

It took Stiles a few minutes to get himself together, the image of Public Safety Officer Fine Ass  leaving stubble burn between his legs whirling through his brain. He didn’t know how he was going to focus on computer code for the next hour.


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Description: Choi SooRi really hates her line of work but a desperate young wolf piques her interest.

Genre: Supernatural/Smut/Violence


“Ohmygodshutup,” Choi SooRi mumbled as she buried her head further underneath her warm pillow.

She would rue the day that she decided to live in a studio apartment in busy, never quiet for shit, downtown.

She popped up and grabbed her phone to check emails, phone calls, texts, and app updates. After about fifteen minutes, she decided to start her day.

Scratch that…it was 10:00 p.m.

She’d dozed off again. Great.

She couldn’t even begin to beat herself up about her terrible time management because a sudden, very appealing idea struck her.

“Ooh, but now I can finally organize my crystals.”

It was Friday, and that meant tomorrow was Saturday. And Saturday meant no instructing group therapy sessions in her home. Which also meant she could stay up late, enjoy some tea, watch reality t.v. trash, and organize her crystals.

SooRi loved to organize her crystals.

She made a quick trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth and splash some cold water on her face to wake herself up fully. She could hardly believe her luck; no phone calls and no visitors. Living in solitude really had it’s perks.

Her long, flowy purple skirt dragged under her feet as she settled on a pillow at her low table by the window, hot green tea with honey in hand. She rocked back and forth on her bottom in a childish victory dance when she saw that her favorite guilty pleasure was on television.

“Ah, life is sweet.”

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

“Who in the shit is at my door?!”

Silence. It got so quiet that SooRi thought she’d imagined the horrible banging against her door. She smiled a little and felt her shoulders relax a bit. Maybe she could get back to her weekend plans now.

That was a fleeting thought.

Bang, bang, bang-and fuck, were they yelling for help now?

“Son of a whore!”

SooRi hoisted herself up with a grunt and stomped so loudly to the door that she was sure her downstairs neighbors could hear. Sweetest couple, but she was beyond pissed so she’d just have to send them a fruit arrangement or cookies or something.

She’d think about it later; bigger fish to fry at the moment.

The woman unlatched her five locks and glowered at the young man with his fist raised and mouth open to no doubt cry bloody murder again.

“Is there a fire? Do you have the wrong apartment? Are you a delivery guy? Are you crazy?”

The man lowered his fist with a puzzled look on his face. “Uh, no,” he answered.

“Then get the fuck out of my doorway,” she gritted through clenched teeth.

“No, wait! Are you SooRi?”

Her stomach plunged to the bottom of her feet and her lips set into a tight line.


“Are you? I’ve been looking for you for weeks. Don’t close the door! Please.”

He looked down, not even fazed that the woman before him was wearing only a long skirt and a black bralette. His face reddened at his shame. Begging and pleading at a stranger’s front door was the last thing he’d ever think he would have to do.

But here he was. Desperate, tired, and confused.

“You need to leave. I’m sorry you wasted your time coming here. Have a nice night.”


SooRi froze, her dark eyes widening at her password uttered in a voice so deep it shook her insides.

“Who…how do you-”

‘Park Chanyeol, that fucking bastard.’

She swore to herself that very moment that the next time she saw that sorry excuse for a phoenix, she would hex the pants right off of him. He was too helpful for his own good and she really should change her password. She looked at the man and closed her eyes to calm herself down.

“Listen, it’s late and I’m very busy you see-”

“Please, no one else can help me. No one but you.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but this isn’t an apothecary,” she replied with a raised brow.

She looked at him, head tilted and eyes narrowed. He was sweating a little and he looked around the hallway of her apartment building with shifty eyes.

He must have done something really bad. A shame too with such a handsome face.

She huffed out a sigh and opened the door of her studio apartment wider. There goes her crystal organization.

“Do come in,” she beckoned sarcastically.

The young man bowed and stepped into her home. There were a lot of handmade crafts, he could tell even in the darkness of the expansive room, and dozens upon dozens of unlit candles. The air smelled of incense, tea, and something he couldn’t quite identify.

He looked at the woman and smiled a bit. He knew he wasn’t welcome by the annoyed tone of the woman’s voice and he was surprised when she had invited him in so easily.

Maybe she wasn’t as elusive as they say.

“Oh, I’m sorry for being rude earlier, I was in a rush. I’m-”

“Let’s not make this too personal, ‘kay?”

The woman waved her hand, cutting off the introduction and taking a seat on a large pillow at a low, tapestry covered table by the window. It was loud outside, and he wished she hadn’t placed the table so close to the window.

His ears were already hurting.

He took cautious steps to where the woman waited for him and he took a seat on the cushion.

“So let’s get this over with. What do you need? Wealth, power? Love? Maybe revenge?”

“N-no, nothing like that.”

The woman raised an eyebrow. He was a curious one.

“Really? Well that’s what most people come to me for. If they can find me.”

He shifted as his eyes locked on hers. Then she saw it.

The bright flash of gold irises fading back to a warm brown.

She reached under her table, comforted as her fingers brushed the cold steel of the knife she hid there.

“What are you?” she asked slowly, too slowly.

The man looked down at his hands, stomach churning uncomfortably at the words of admission bubbling at his lips.

“I don’t know. Maybe a monster.”

SooRi shook her head, her heartbeat almost deafening in her ears as her brain scrambled to think of a plan. The man before her was definitely a monster all right and she had no intentions of dealing with his kind.

“Sorry, but you have to leave. I don’t deal with dogs.”

The man’s brows furrowed and he stuttered as the woman rose to her feet. “What? Dogs…I’m not a-” he paused to gather his thoughts. “I don’t understand what’s going on and apparently you’re the only one who can help me. Everything’s gotten so bad lately. Please, I just want to know what’s wrong with me.”

SooRi looked at the man and cursed under her breath. Good looks really could get you far in life. She sat back down and huffed.

“Do you even know what I am?”

The man raised hopeful eyes at her and nodded, “A witch, right?”

SooRi shook her head, face screwed up in distaste. “Ugh, seriously? I hate that,” she rolled her eyes, changing her voice to a slow, dim-witted drawl, “‘Oh, you’re a witch! You must have a black cat and eat children.’ Do I look like a fucking Mother Goose nightmare come to life?”

She was a scatterbrained one, he determined. But he had to be polite if he wanted help. He tilted his head to the side and blinked owlishly at her. “Then you are…?”

SooRi shrugged and took a drink from her now warm tea, “I prefer ‘conjurer.’ I don’t eat kids or fly around on cleaning appliances. I just write spells and make potions. Boring, right?”

The young man watched as she flattened her palm against the table and slowly lifted it upwards. He jumped as the room was illuminated in light and warmth as the dozens upon dozens of candles lit with a small flame.

“So, how are you gonna pay me, pup? Spells and potions aren’t free you know.”

“Well, I-”

“Is the money you make bartending so great that you can afford what I’m selling, Do Kyungsoo?”

The man’s wide eyes seem to grow even wider as a look of surprise took over his features. “How did you know my name? And where I work?”

SooRi smirked and flamboyantly raised her hands above her head. “I’m a “witch,” remember? And you left your badge on.”

Kyungsoo felt the cool metal of his small name plate that sure enough had his name and the bar’s moniker engraved on it.

He almost laughed a bit. She was entertaining.

“Look, we can talk about payment after we talk a bit. Fair?”

SooRi watched as he nodded and placed her hands in her lap. “So, what’s been going on that you had to track me down.”

The man looked down at the beautifully woven tapestry and ran his hands over the fabric. “I…I don’t know. I’ve been blacking out a lot lately and my eyes are always turning this weird gold color.”

SooRi leaned back, her shoulders tense. “What happens before and after you black out?”

“I get sick a few day before. I throw up like crazy and have a really bad migraine. I sleep a lot too.”

“And after?”

His stomached twisted again painfully and he screwed his eyes shut at the ugly memories.

“I’ve tried to stay home the last couple of times I felt it coming. I wake up naked, bruised, and everything around me is destroyed like a wild animal went crazy and wrecked everything.”

“Have you killed someone?”

His eyes shifted back and forth and he shook his head quickly. “No. But I’ve hurt a few people. I didn’t mean to I just…”

SooRi shook her head. “Great.”

She rose to her feet and advanced on the man, holding him still with surprising strength as she looked him over. “No marks on you. Did something bite you?”

Kyungsoo pushed the woman away, shaking his head. “I don’t think so? This has been happening since I was a kid but it got worse recently.”

SooRi sat back on her feet and looked the man over. “So you were born a werewolf.”

The man shook his head and started to stand. There was no way in hell that this crazy woman could tell him that he was a monster found in the pages of fairy tales.

“A what? I’m not a werewolf.”

“Then why did you come here?”

He stared down at her, anger subsiding at the stern look on her delicate face. “I just want help.”

“Listen, clearly you don’t know much about this stuff and I really am the only person that can help you.”

What the hell was she doing? She hated conjuring for profit and she only wanted to practice her arts alone.

But he was so desperate.

And so handsome.

And SooRi was a sucker for a desperate, handsome face.

“I’ve never done something like this and it might take me a few times but I might be able to make the changing stop. It’ll probably hurt you, but as long as you’re willing, I’ll try.”


SooRi was almost knocked off of her feet with the bright, heart-shaped smile beaming at her.

“Sure. Anything to get another wolf off the streets.”

Kyungsoo didn’t even question the layer of disdain in her statement and reached out to shake her hand vigorously.

“Thank you so much!”

“Don’t thank me just yet. I wasn’t kidding when I said it’ll hurt you.”

“I don’t care,” he protested, “I just want this all to stop.”

‘That’s what they all say.’

SooRi walked him to the door and bit her bottom lip. “Uh, I’m busy until Tuesday so I guess I’ll see you then. By the way, you tell anyone about anything involving me and what I do, I’ll break every bone in your body without even touching you.”

Kyungsoo stared at the woman in shock as her face lit up quickly with a smile. “Pleasure doing business.”

He barely uttered a goodbye or a thank you before the door was slammed in his face. He shook his head and started to walk way thankful that he now had help but fearful of what would come on Tuesday.

[Midorima/Akashi; Starbucks au] Set fire to the air


Midorima Shintarou was scowling.

“Shin-chan, you’re repelling the customers again,” Takao, his co-worker and a friend, complained and bumped their hips together as if that would ease the crease between Midorima’s brows. “You should smile more.”

Midorima, who was busy stocking cups on a pile after the third customer who had approached him made a sharp turn and ended up being serviced by Takao, somberly glanced at him, gave his advice a moment’s consideration, and then stretched his lips to the best of his abilities.

All he got from Takao in return was a pout. “That smile is the reason why all customers come to me.”

Midorima was aware of the distinct incompatibility between this job’s requirements and his personality, but he couldn’t quit now.

Or rather, he had a reason not to.

That reason walked into Starbucks at exactly 1:25pm one day.


Midorima was attracted to red hair; he liked the way it seemed to set fire to the air and how it contrasted with black clothing. Needless to say, Midorima hadn’t crossed paths with many red-heads in his life so when one of them walked into the shop, he might’ve stared hard enough to have a few customers scurry away from the counter. However, the red-head fearlessly sauntered to Midorima and ordered a grande iced latte with extra foam.

Midorima carefully assessed the order, trying to analyze the ingredients for a clue or two about the person ordering, but he came up empty-handed. While he was filling the cup, he couldn’t resist stealing a glance at the red-head but even though he tried to hide his sneaky eyes behind his long eyelashes, he was caught by a pair of icy mismatched eyes.

Chills poured down his spine.

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PAX with Mark (Story)

With Mark back on YouTube, which warms my heart greatly to know that he is doing okay and is progressively getting better, I’ve decided to release a bit of that story I’ve mentioned a few times. This is a little story, fanfiction, imagine (call it what you may) I’ve rewritten, edited, revised and changed around since about March of this year. It is nowhere near complete, but I wanted to share the first part with you all to get some feedback.

If it gets relatively good reviews, I’ll post the second part! 

I do take criticism lightly, though, so feel free to ridicule my grammar, phrasing, description or whatever you want to pick at. 

Please note: there are references to Cyndago. They are brief. I had written this part long before the current tragic events took place and have no intention of mentioning them in later parts, out of respect for the Kyre family and friends.


Without further ado, I present to you the story of a PAX South crew member (you) who happens to be moderating for Markiplier’s booth/panel/activities!

Warning: this story gets pretty cheesy. Just wait for it.


Your POV

Today is the day- the day you’ve been anticipating since last year. You’ve been working for PAX for about two years now as both an online moderator and a crew member at PAX East and Prime, but you’ve never been to PAX South. However, this year is your time to shine.

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