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Joker Imagine - You’re a vampire

sotinycynthia-17 said:Could you please do an imagine where the reader is a vampire and j finds out?

/Here it is. I tried haha

Originally posted by jokerish-darkish-mindish

Originally posted by blacksilk-gothmodel

Your P.O.V.

I thought I had found the perfect resolution for my life. I thought that he’d never find out, but boy I was wrong.

I am a vampire.

A couple months ago I met my boyfriend, the one and only Joker. I was on a desperate hunt for fresh human blood. So I followed this juicy looking man to an alley where I attacked him. Little did I know that I was being watched. As I hit the guy’s head from behind and then got him down on the ground, I heard laughter. It made me tighten my grip on my victim and look around. I was so hungry, so angry and so bloodthirsty that I wouldn’t let anyone bother me.

As my victim was wiggling beneath my strong touch, the person stepped out of his hiding place. That’s when I saw Joker. I remember how his cold eyes met mine and his red lips curved into a wicked smile. ‘’I haven’t seen such a pretty girl take down such a big and strong guy in a very long time’’ Joker broke the silence with his carefully chosen words that sounded crazy from his mouth. I liked it.

I had just stared at him and held myself back from biting into my victim. I couldn’t let anyone see me, at least not fucking Joker. ‘’Why are you after..’’ Joker started and kneeled down. I watched as he kneeled down in front of the man who was scared for his life. Joker touched his jaw with his hand, hidden behind a white glove. I couldn’t deny that he looked very attractive all dressed up right in front of me. He was very interesting, I had admit it. ‘’..this fella here?’’ Joker finished his question. I yanked my victim’s hair and made him yell out loud, but I put my hand in front of his mouth.

‘’Just..killing my boredom Mr. J’’ I replied with a tough voice. He faced me again and smirked. I knew that I shouldn’t have kept looking at him, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to look away. I think at that moment he sneaked inside my soul and did something that made me want to stay.

I wanted him.

Not in a victim way, but something more..serious. I wanted to belong to this crazy man. I could already picture us together.

And my thoughts came true.

We saw each other at his club for a few weeks. I came by usually on Saturdays and he happened to see me there. Our ‘innocent’ talks developed into more heated discussions and until recently Joker and I took a big step forward. I wasn’t quite sure what I was thinking tho. He wanted me to be his partner, aka his girlfriend. I said yes.

How foolish.

We had been together for a little while now and I was just anxiously waiting for him to find out my big secret. We went out together at night, because I told him I hated days. I also slept all day and he did too so it was perfect. But I was scared to kiss him with tongue because he’d definitely feel my sharp teeth. I avoided mirrors. I just tried my best to act human. When we killed for fun and he left, I would come back to our victim and drink up the precious blood. 

There was a myth that vampires couldn’t eat anything else, but that was wrong. Or else Joker would have known something was wrong. 

       My eyes looked at the man we had killed a few minutes ago. His body was against the wall and he was bleeding from his wounds we made. Joker walked back to the car and I promised I’d be there soon. Little did he know I was going to suck this man completely empty of blood. I stepped closer to our victim and I noticed something. He still had a pulse.

It just made me smile. ‘’The fresher, the better’’ I muttered to myself and then grabbed his head so I could lean closer to his neck. As I opened my mouth, I already tasted his blood in my mouth. My senses were really sensitive which I liked. I could know what people’s blood tasted like by being close to them. For some reason I never got a temptation to drink Joker’s blood. It was strange, but right now I had other things to think about.

I sunk my sharp teeth into his neck, piercing his veins and then I attached my lips onto his skin. Then I could drink up. Just as I got started, I heard someone sneaking up to me. ‘’Y/N ‘’ I heard a familiar yet confused voice. My eyes widened and I dropped our victim down, quickly wiping my mouth with my arm. Then I did a cool thing where I made my fangs look like normal teeth again.  I turned around to face Joker. Our eyes met and I felt like a little girl caught stealing candy.

His face said it all. He was shocked and confused. Although I doubt he was scared, but I knew he was disappointed I hadn’t told him anything. ‘’I can explain..’’ I broke the silence between us. It didn’t make me feel any better. ‘’When were you planning to tell me?’’ Joker raised his voice and made me step back. He had never been angry with me so I wasn’t sure what to do. ‘’I kinda..uh I don’t know..’’ I mumbled nervously and looked away from his face. I screwed up.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my jaw. He was breathing heavily and he tried to make me look at him. ‘’Are you really a vampire?’’ He almost growled. My eyes stung, but I didn’t cry. I was just sad that I was caught. Instead of speaking, I just nodded. ‘’So that’s why my baby never made out with me’’ Joker purred and surprised me. I faced him and saw a big smile on his face. 

‘’W-why aren’t you mad?’’ I stuttered because I was surprised. His eyes were full of adoration.It really threw me off. ‘’Because that’s hot’’ Joker giggled darkly and then made me smile. I didn’t care about getting in trouble now, so I just jumped at him and gave him a big hug. Joker didn’t mind that I hugged him first. He wrapped his strong arms around me and then took a deep breath.

‘’Damn baby..You’ve got to show me all your tricks’’ He spoke happily and then pulled back so he could face me. ‘’With pleasure’’ I promised him. His blue eyes were darker. It’s like he was turned on. ‘’You need to promise me something’’ He suddenly got all serious. I nodded, allowing him to continue. ‘’Never bite me when you’re blowing me’’ He whispered into my eyes and it made me laugh softly. ‘’Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands’’ I tried to reassure him. J slapped my bum playfully. 

‘’I think that you’re the real batgirl Y/N’’ Joker thought out loud. I rolled my eyes. ‘’haha that’s funny’’ I tried to say seriously, but I couldn’t help but to chuckle. I knew he’d make so many jokes about me being a vampire and how vampires had things to do with bats.

‘’Now go get him baby’’ He encouraged me to finish our victim. I was more than happy to.

  • Keith: *pointing Red at a battalion of Galra ships* That's it! I'm taking them head on!
  • Lance: Keith, that's crazy! You can't just dive at them like that!
  • Shiro: Lance is right, Keith. Pull back and we'll come up with a pla-
  • Lance: Swing around those asteroids and hit 'em from behind, they won't even see you coming!
  • Keith: *gasps* You're absolutely right, Lance.
  • Shiro: NO!
Imagine Steve catching you sneaking off

Requested by @netflixa with the prompts: “Can I ask you why you wanna push your luck? ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing,” &  “Not that my choices are any of your business, but I’ve turned over a new leaf.” Tags under the cut. 

“Can I ask you why you wanna push your luck? ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing,” the familiar voice coming from behind you hit a nerve and you sighed to calm yourself down.

Spinning around, you holster your katana and smiled at Captain America himself, “Not that my choices are any of your business, but I’ve turned over a new leaf.”

“A new leaf, huh?” Steve smirked skeptically and strolled right up to you. “Is that why you’re leaving in the middle of the night?”

“You caught me,” you retorted with false innocence.

Steve’s smile faded and actual concern fell upon his face, “Come on, Y/N. What are you doing?”

Pulling down your black hood, you shrugged. “I’m trying to make things right, I’m going to help my friend.”

“We’re your friends,” his hand reached over and landed on your shoulder; the warmth killed you.

“You of all people should understand the position I am in,” you scoffed and looked down at your watch. He was expecting you soon. “I have to go, he needs my help.”

“Murdock is a big boy, we have bigger things to fight,” his own words made him wince, because Steve knew what you were feeling.

“You sound like Tony,” you remarked with a tiny bit of disgust. “I fucked up and ran from my problems, leaving Matt to deal with the aftermath. I left Hell’s Kitchen and became an Avenger.”

Steve removed his hand and looked toward the door, “You’re going to get hurt.”

“I always do,” you chuckled. “Jesus, Steve. We’re all fighting the same battle here, you do see that right?”

“Yeah,” Steve’s voice was filled with remorse. “I get it, do what you have to.”

“But?” You asked with suspicion.

Steve stepped toward you, lifting his palm to your face. His blue eyes soften and a small sad smile appeared on his face. “Come back to me, in one piece.”

You grinned and clutched the front of his shirt, pulling him down to your lips. He kissed you gently, wrapping his arms around your waist. You groaned into his mouth and tugged at his blond locks.

“I have to go,” you whispered in between kisses, slowly breaking your lips from his.

“Yeah,” he managed a tight smile and cleared his throat. “Don’t get yourself killed.”

“Well, I have something to come back to now,” you patted Steve’s chest and winked at him.

He watched you walk toward the door and he couldn’t do it. There was no way he was going to let you walk out of that door alone, so he called out your name. When you turned to see what he wanted, he was already in front of you. “Give me a minute, let me go suit up.”

Laughing, you followed him out the door. “Oh, Matt’s gonna love this.”

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Stress Reliever

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1243

You walked into your bedroom and placed your laptop on your table before backing up and pulling on your hair in frustration. “Hey, there you are.” You heard behind you before you felt Jimin’s arms slide around your waist, hugging you from behind. As your back hit his bare chest, you sighed and rubbed his arms as you stared at your laptop. It displayed your homework assignment that was overdue by ten minutes. “What’s wrong, Jagi?” He asked, concerned with how upset you were. You sighed again, pulling out of his grip.

“Nothing. Just school.” You admitted, changing from jeans into pajama pants. He sat at the chair in front of your laptop, staring at you.

“Sit on Oppa’s lap, baby.” He said, patting his lap. You smiled before making your way over to him and sitting on his lap. You directed your attention back to your homework and did the problem as Jimin rubbed your back and played with your hair, knowing you loved it. When you got upset because of another problem, he brushed your hair off your neck whispering, “Shhhh baby. Relax.” As he kissed your neck. You relaxed briefly before bringing your attention back to the problem at hand, shivering due to the cold. Jimin pulled on the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and putting his sweatshirt on you. You smiled at his caring actions. “Jagi, stop it. You’re stressing yourself out and I don’t like it.” He whined. You turned to look at him.

“Chim, I’m sorry. I just… I have to get this done, okay?” You brushed his hair to the side, kissing his forehead. He frowned, sighing, as you turned back around. He checked his phone, texting someone back before setting it on the table beside your laptop. He looked around the room, getting bored. You sighed again, raking your fingers through your hair.

Suddenly, Jimin got an idea. He smirked, pulling his sweatshirt off your shoulders and kissing the exposed skin gently. “Jimin.” You whined, moving your shoulders slightly. He smiled, gently biting your skin and unhooking your bra. “Yah! Jimin!” You yelled, holding your bra to your chest. Still not satisfied with your response, he slid his hand between your legs. Due to the fact that the pajama pants your were wearing were meant for guys, there was a big hole in the front that Jimin could slip his hand into. He did just that, pushing your panties to the side, and sliding a finger into you. “Jimin.” You whispered, causing him to add another finger. You closed your eyes and let your head drop back against his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his fingers inside you. “Chim, I have to do my homework.” You whispered.

He kissed your neck. “Do it in the morning.” He whispered back, rubbing slow circles into your clit. You shut your laptop, stood up, turned around, and swung your leg over him, straddling him. You  kissed him hard on the lips, grinding your hips on his. “Mmmm there’s my baby girl.” He said in a deep voice, smacking your ass. You whimpered at the harsh touch and moved to sucking purple marks into his neck. His head fell back as you continued grinding on him. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum.” He said through a strained voice, grabbing your hips and making you stop your motions. You smirked against his neck and pulled back to look at him. You let his sweatshirt drop to the floor and tossed your bra to the floor as well. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your breasts before he began sucking bruises into one of them. You took your chance, slowly rolling your hips on his once again, causing him to bite down. “That’s it.” He growled, picking you up, carrying you to your bed before throwing you down. He crawled on top of you, his face hovering over yours. “I’m gonna have to punish you.” His eyes drifted down your body as he slipped his hand into your pants once again, rubbing you over your black panties.

“Chim.” You moaned, jerking your hips up. He smirked at your reaction before leaning down and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Yes, baby?” He asked, deviously as he gently grazed his fingers over your underwear, studying your face.

“Take them off.” You begged. He wasted no time, grabbing the waistbands of your pants and underwear, jerking them both down. You kicked them off the rest of the way and bit your lip, anticipating what his next move was. He smiled, ghosting his hands over your naked body.

“You’re so beautiful, Jagi.” He whispered, biting his lip. You blushed and covered your face with your hands. This wasn’t the first time Jimin had seen you naked, but he always acted like it was. “Hey, stop.” He pulled your hands away from your face and kissed it all over, holding your hands down on either side of your head. “I love your face.” He smiled. You giggled before his smile faded away and lust filled his eyes. He leaned down, sucking on your neck. You pulled on the waistband of his sweats as he left bruises and faint bite marks on your neck. “Take them off, baby.” He mumbled against your skin as he continued, kissing, biting, and sucking. Without hesitating, you slipped your thumbs into his boxers and pushed them down along with his grey sweats. His erection sprang free, bouncing off his abs when the clothing was removed. Jimin kicked his boxers and sweats off the rest of the way as he pulled away from your neck. His hand sweetly caressed your face as he leaned down, softly kissing your forehead. You closed your eyes and smiled at the gestured before you felt him pushing himself into you. Your eyes shot open as you bit into your lip, watching him hover over you. His head was innocently tilted to the side, studying your expression. You moaned when he pulled out and pushed back in, coating himself with your wetness. When he thought he was sliding in smooth enough, he slammed into you.

“Jimin.” You moaned. He smirked, slamming into you again and again. He was gaining speed as he thrust into you, causing you to dig your nails into his shoulders.

“You like that baby?” He asked, getting a nod from you. “Huh? Tell Oppa, sweetheart, or I might stop.”

“Please don’t stop,” You blurted, “It feels so good.” Satisfied with your response, he continued. He pulled one of your legs up over his shoulder for a new position, hitting you in a more sensitive spot. You moaned loudly as he hit that spot over and over again relentlessly. You screamed his name as he slammed into you, hard.

“Babe, I’m-” He cut himself off with a groan of pleasure as he finished inside you. His thrusts became sloppy as rode his high out. He pulled out and immediately shoved his fingers into you. “I’m not letting you leave until you cum, baby girl.” He smiled, rubbing your clit. Your legs trembled as he got close to making you finish. You smiled at him before your orgasm hit. You squeezed the sheets tightly and moaned his name as you finished in his hand.

“Thank you.” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch, smiling.

“Anything for my baby.” He hummed

There was a mess of debris and concrete, remnants of the latest battle between Talon and Overwatch. All agents disappeared from sight, leaving behind a cloaked figure to examine the land. The building was nothing more than an empty lot, a billowing cloud of dust dancing around in the air.

Reaper slowly moved across the ground, his cloak swirling around his boots. His ears picked up the faintest noise, and he turned, focusing on the shifting of rubble. Rocks fell away from the ground, and Reaper watched an agent emerge from the debris.

The agent stumbled and hit the ground, frantically searching for any sign of their team. Frowning from behind his mask, Reaper phased across the land until he was close by you, watching you squirm and shift. The moment you noticed him, you jerked away and rushed to your feet, clutching a gun in your hands.

“W-what happpened? W-where is my team?” You asked, your eye swollen shut. Blood dripped down your face as you struggled to catch your breath.

It was then he realized what had happened. You had been abandoned by your team, left to die.

Something in him changed, and Reaper slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them a second later, he went to grab your shoulder.

“What’s your name, kid?” He asked, feeling the remnants of his old life creeping up in his mind.

“M-my n-name? Uhm, Y/N.” You were trembling beneath his hand, a scared frown on your face.

“Shit, you really are a kid,” he growled, moving to check you over. You were bruised and covered in dust, a few cuts and scrapes on your skin. “Got anywhere to go?”

You shook your head, your eyes prickling with tears.

“T-they left me behind?” You asked, looking around once more, “Why?”

“They do that, kid. You’re coming with me,” Gabriel said, adjusting his cloak.


He scoffed and grabbed your arm, trying to keep himself from reliving those moments after the explosion. He wasn’t going to let you face the same fate he had.

Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 5) SIRIUS’ POV

Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Mentions of sex, fluff, mild language

Words: 1,947

A/N: I feel like at this point this is really becoming a series because if you haven’t read any of the other parts you won’t understand this one at all.


[Italics indicate dreaming]

“Sirius!” She moaned as I relentlessly pounded into her.

Her head, face first into the sheets, I was hitting it from behind. In the room all I heard were her moans and the intense sound of skin slapping. She began to tremble from under me, her legs shaking, the sound of my heart racing swelled in my ears. And suddenly I felt it, the burning sensation in my stomach, the tingle of my nose, I was about to… I reached my hand infront of her, beginning to rub  so she could get on sooner.

“Sirius!” She yelled, her voice deepening, sounding a little different.

I began to shake.

“Sirius, wake up!” She moaned again, catching me off guard, her voice sounding completely diff-

“Sirius, bloody hell, wake up already!” James yelled, shaking me vigorously.  

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Half past seven.”

“Shit.” I said, “Why didn’t you bloody wake me up!”

James rolled his eyes, walking away from me and grabbing his tie off my bedside table.

“I’ve been trying to,” He smirked. “But you wouldn’t stop moaning Y/N’s name.”

“Oi!” I yelled back at him, a smile plastered on my face now.

James pointed down to my now noticeable erection, “Better take care of that,” he said, and walked out of the room.

I sit in my bed staring at the ceiling for a second, trying to figure out how i’m going to take care of the growing problem in my pants.

“Fuck it.” I say, running off into the bathroom, headed for the shower.

The great hall was loud, so loud, much too loud for someone who had just woken up. I walked down the long aisleways toward my Gryffindor table, spotting Remus, Peter, and James.

“Morning,” I said, brushing my hair back. “Do I look okay?”

“Morning,” Remus said, “When do you not look okay?”

“He’s right mate, you could be beaten to a pulp and still look good.” He said, patting me on my shoulder, sitting down on the bench.

I looked around for her, she wasn’t in her usual place in front of, or next to me. My eyes wandered, until I spotted her clearly, she was sporting her red uniform which seemed oddly obscure next to the green one. The green one. He was tall and blonde, hovered over her tremendously. She had her hair wrapped around her finger, and him as well, twirling the long strand. She looked up at him intensely, and he stared right back, a slight flush coated his cheeks. A girl of that caliber is not meant to flirt with someone like him.

[This is what I picture young Lucius to look like]

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My heart sank deeply, it yearned for her. It was practically trying to break out of my chest and wrap itself around her. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight, her giggling at his jokes that probably weren’t funny, him leaning closer and closer to her as people busily walked around them. She always got along well with slytherins because her father was one and she grew up with them her whole life. I’m not surprised they aren’t prejudiced towards her because she wasn’t sorted along with them.

“You can tell just how much of a slytherin she is when she’s around them, can’t you?” Remus asked.

“True, she basically is one, just in a red uniform.” Added James.

“Who is that?” I asked, looking at the tall blonde boy.

“Who?” James replied.

“The one she’s talking to.” I said.

“Oh, that’s Lucius, Lucius Malfoy.”

I stared him down, the bloke wasn’t any better then me. Maybe she didn’t like him, maybe he liked her and she was just being nice. Then again, she wouldn’t waste her time with someone she didn’t like. She smiled goodbye, then went on her way, swaying her hips on the way back, making sure he saw. He sure did, his mouth practically watering, it made my blood boil.

“Morning!” She said cheerily, sitting down across from me and grabbing an apple from the center of the table, taking a big bite out of it.

“Morning.” We all said in unisense, me a little more monotone then the others.

“Thanks for the warm welcome.” She said jokingly, rolling her eyes, watching me with intent.

“How’d you sleep last night, Y/N/N?” Remus asked, looking up from his newspaper.

“Peachy,” She replied, taking another big bite. “What about you Sirius, how’d you sleep.”

James laughed loudly along with Remus and I stomped on their feet wildly, she stared at me with wide eyes.

“Swell.” I said, grabbing the apple from her hands, and biting into it.

“Hey, give me my apple!” She yelled, trying to rip it from my hands.

“What were you talking to Lucius about?” I asked, holding the apple behind my head.

“Bloody hell Sirius, give me my damn apple!” She yelled at me, her tiny fists grabbing at my forearms.

“Not until you tell me what you were talking about!” I retaliated.

“Jealous?” She asked smiling, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Me jealous? No way…” I said, handing the apple back to her. “Just curious.”

She winked at me, then took another bite out of her apple.

She looked ethereal sitting there. Her skin was glistening, her cheeks had a hint of flush, her hair hung loosely in a ponytail, the ends upturned reflecting the sun off them, she always had a gleam in her eye, even if there wasn’t anything gleaming in the first place. She could be sitting in a pitch black room in the dead of night and still through all the darkness I could see the little gleam of light in her eyes.

“Sirius?” She said to me.

“Hm?” I asked, still entranced.

“This staring problem of yours has really gotten out of hand.”

It was halfway through the day and I still kept catching Y/N and Malfoy talking to each other during class and in between them. It was half past noon, just after lunch, and everyone loaded into our defense of the dark arts class. Luckily, it was all of us together, Me, Y/N, Remus, James, Peter and Lily, so we all had a relatively good time.

This year’s teacher was different than the last, and the last different from the one prior. Seemed each year someone new had to fill the position of the old, I assume teaching the class was much too tiring.

Y/N stood next to me, her arm brushing mine gently.

“Here,” She said. “You have something on your lip.” And wiped it off with her thumb, smiling.

I uncontrollably smiled back and blushed, then got angry at myself because I was supposed to be mad at her.

“The Boggart,” The teacher said suddenly, interrupting everyone’s conversations. “Is a truly, wondrous creature. Can anyone explain to me exactly what it does?”

Remus clears his throat.

“Shocker.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“A Boggart is a shapeshifter, and it shifts into a thing the witch or wizard threatening it is most afraid of.”

“Good, Remus.” The teacher says.

“The way you defeat it is by casting a spell upon it, which ultimately changes it into something humorous, taking the fear out of it completely.” Remus adds.

“Does anyone know what the spell is in which you use against it?”

Remus began to open his mouth.

“Other than Mr. Lupin.” The teacher said, casting him a glare.

Y/N suddenly speaks out from next to me.

“Riddikulus.” She croaks.

“Yes, Miss Y/N. Riddikulus.”

And one by one each person went up to cast the spell on the boggart which was hiding restlessly inside an old cupboard in the back of the classroom. Interestingly enough, our teacher made us all go up in groups depending on our houses, trying to see the distinct difference between everyone’s fears.

The slytherins were up first. Severus’ boggart shifted into james, and Malfoy’s shifted into himself, but lifeless, he pictured himself dead. After all the slytherins went it was our turn.

“Potter,” The teacher said. “You’re up.”

And from there James’ had shifted into a winning quidditch cup but for another house, Remus’ has shifted into a moon and clouds, Lily’s shifted into a spider, and then it was my turn.

I stepped up slowly. My wand shook in my hands because I already knew what mine was going to be, and how weak it would make me look.

“Maybe I should do this some other time.” I said to the teacher. They in return, just shooting me back a glare.

And suddenly it shifted, dust flying up around it, contorting into its desired shape.

Suddenly, there it was, my mother, looking at me with disgust. I rolled my eyes at the snickers I heard around me and held my wand up in front of her face.

“Riddikulus.” I muttered, yet she still stepped closer, unphased.

“Louder.” The teacher called.

“Riddikulus!” I shouted, and suddenly she stood before me with rat ears and a tail.

It was her turn, Y/N’s. I was actually quite anxious to see what hers was going to be, even though I’m almost certain it’s going to be her father.

She stepped up slowly, looking at the Boggart with fear in her eyes. Once again, it contorted, and flipped, and dust flew out from all sides, but suddenly there was… nothing. Where once my mother stood now was nothing, the boggart had disappeared. The whole room went silent. She looked at the emptiness, shocked.

“She broke it.” Someone muttered.

Yet she still stood staring at it. Suddenly, she began to walk backwards, slow at first, then ran out of the classroom in a flash.

I looked to Remus and he looked at me and suddenly I was right behind her, on her way down the hallway.

“Y/N!” I called, yelling to her as she walked into a supply closet.

“Y/N.” I said sadly, leaning in on the door, resting my ear on it.

“Go away, Sirius.” She sniffled.

“I’m not leaving until you open the door.”

And with that I heard a small popping noise, and I quickly pushed open the knob. She was sitting on the floor her knees to her chest.

“I don’t get it,” I said, crouching down in front of her.

She sat there quietly and stiff, I rested my hand on her head to comfort her. She relaxed into my touch.

“I’m fine.” She said.

I tilted my head and looked at her longingly, she definitely wasn’t fine.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I have known you long enough to know when you’re fine and when you’re definitely not.”

She giggled a little and look up at me, her face slightly coated with tears.

“Don’t look at me,” she said. “I’m hideous!”

I laughed slightly and sat down right beside her, taking her head into my hands, wiping away the wetness with my thumbs.

“You’re much too pretty to cry.” I say.

She looks at me with big eyes, they swelled with tears. She leant up slowly and pressed her lips on mine, they were soft and swollen against my rough ones. I leant in a little, swiping my tongue against her bottom lip and she quickly welcomed me in. We pulled apart after a few seconds and she laid into me.

“This,” She said. “This is the exact opposite of what I was afraid of.”

She stayed quiet for a minute afterwards and rested her head into my chest, I drew circles slowly into her lower back, her legs draped over my lap.

I thought of it suddenly, and tightened my grip around her with my arms.

Her biggest fear is simply no one being there for her.

“Am I sexually attractive?”

I demanded. His eyes always reminded me of coffee drops, with their warm golden-brown color. Now they went completely round, enhancing the resemblance.

Then they narrowed, but he didn’t answer immediately. He looked me over carefully, head to toe.

“It’s a trick question, right?” he said. “I give you an answer and one of those libbers jumps out from behind the door, yells ‘Sexist pig!’ And hits me over the head with a sign that says ‘Castrate Male Chauvinists.’ Huh?”

“No,” I assured him. “A sexist male chauvinist answer is basically what I want.”

“Oh, okay. As long as we’re straight, then.” He resumed his perusal, squinting closely as I stood up straight.

“Skinny white broad with too much hair, but a great ass,” he said at last. “Nice tits, too,” he added, with a cordial nod. “That what you want to know?”

“Yes,” I said relaxing my rigid posture. That’s exactly what I wanted to know. It isn’t the sort of question you can ask just anybody.”

He pursed his lips in a silent whistle, then threw back his head and roared with delight.

“Lady Jane! You’ve got you a man!”

I felt the blood rising in my cheeks, but tried to keep my dignity. “I don’t know. Maybe. Just maybe.”

“Maybe, hell! Jesus Christ on a piece of toast, L. J., it’s about time!”

“Kindly quit cackling,” I said, lowering myself into his visitor’s chair.

Claire and Joe, Voyager.

I love this exchange between these two! It’s just so honest and on such a deep level of friendship and trust. Plus his description of her is priceless lol #FriendshipGoals


Gif source:  Eric

Imagine Eric always being condescending to you and saying that he doesn’t even understand why you joined Dauntless because you’re not overly Dauntless-like at first glance but then you wind up saving his ass from getting shot during Capture The Flag and his attitude changes about you.

——— Request for anon ———

You’d shoved him out of the way just in time to keep him from getting hit by someone who had managed to sneak up behind him during his being distracted with the several targets in front of him. Before he can chastise you for the shove, you’ve shot the player from the opposite team, and moving your body away from his in this crevice between two crates you’d pushed him into.

“Flag’s that way,” and you’re off, rushing in the direction of the opposite team’s flag before Eric has any time to say anything to you whatsoever.

And as he runs after you, he thinks that maybe you’re more Dauntless than he’d originally thought.

The dressing room door bursts open, hitting the wall with a loud bang.

“Park Jimin!” Hoseok screams from behind.

Jimin slumps into an empty chair with a heavy force, pursing his lips to control his angry breaths and trembling body, his right hand mindlessly wringing his left wrist as he glares at the innocent wall across him.

“Now, listen here,” Hoseok continues, one arm extending toward the open door. “You can’t just suddenly walk away from the crowd like that!”

“Fuck that crowd!” Jimin yells back, unable to restrain his anger. His face glows with red furry, his eyes glimmers with tears.

Jungkook nervously walks inside the room, sliding his back down against the wall until he finds the floor. He rests his head on his clenched fist.

Taehyung, on the other hand, walks in slowly and stares at Jimin’s angry figure with a blank expression.

Hoseok tries again while keeping his own tears from falling. “I know you’re angry, but-”

“Angry?!” Jimin shrieks, stands up and throws his chair across the room. “I’m FURIOUS GODDAMMITT!!!”


A melodic voice calls out, and God knows Jimin can only melt in that voice no matter how messed up he feels.

Jin walks in with Namjoon trailing right behind him. The exhaustion and silent fury evident in the leader’s face despite his poor attempt to look calm.

Meanwhile, Jin is the epitome of calmness. His kind and patient smile unwavering, his arms extending towards Jimin.

“Hyung…” Jimin’s shaky whisper comes out. “Hyung…” He hungrily takes Jin’s invitation for a hug, collapsing into uncontrollable cries and broken sobs that have him gasping for air. “None of the things they said about you is true,” he manages to say in between wails. “You’re not useless.” He wraps his arms tighter around Jin’s waist. “You’re not useless…” he repeats over and over.

Jin hums affectionately, rocking Jimin in his arms. “As long as you don’t think so, Jimin, that’s all that matters.”

Hoseok releases a sigh of relief, rubbing a sympathetic hand on Jimin’s back. Jungkook doesn’t bother hiding his tears and rubs his arm across his face.

Namjoon looks like he has something to say. He always looks like he has more to say whenever it involves Jin. But as a leader, he knows better than to let his mouth run away with his feelings.

Taehyung’s face remains blank. Nobody really knows what goes on in his mind, and perhaps that’s for the best.

And as for Yoongi. They know better than to try to look for him. Unless you’re Jin, you just better sit your ass down than to try to look for him.

Once they got back in their dorm, Yoongi refuses to let anybody inside his and Jin’s room.

“We’re all starving here!!!” Their screams can be heard from outside the door.

“You better not set your foot outside this room,” he warns Jin with a glare.

“But Yoongi-”

“Don’t test my patience.” He presses Jin’s head more firmly on his chest.

“You have your own bed-”

“Shut up.”


Imagine - Negan chose to marry your identical twin sister, and she decides to share the goods with you in knowing Negan won’t ever catch on. Did someone say Double Trouble?

Warning - smut, frustrated Negan, swearing, slight angst.

Negan grunts loudly as he pushes himself between your folds, directly into your core, you moan in delight as he begins to thrust hard into you, the sound of slapping flesh filling the air of his master suite. Your ‘husband’ had you on all fours on his bed as he pounds you from behind, the bed hitting the wall roughly, your nails grab the red silken sheets as he hits the spot in your walls which makes you cry out.

Negan married your sister, Freya, there was no jealously between the pair of you, but she didn’t want Negan and you knew you needed him. Some nights you’d hear him fucking Freya or Sherry, and Freya, being the kind twin she is let you in on the action too, letting you pose as her when you felt slightly frustrated sexually. And, of course you didn’t reject that offer, you knew how well he treated girls in the bedroom.

Your leader grabs your long waves roughly, pulling your head right back as his other hand squeezes your breast tightly before slapping it, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucked you senseless. It did confuse you how he hadn’t caught on yet, looks wise, your sister and yourself were identical, but body wise? Not so much, you were a lot more experienced than her, and you were slightly bigger than her too, Freya was quite skinny whilst you prided yourself in your curves. Negan didn’t mind though, the one thing you had to try and hide was the small tattoo on your hip, if he saw that then you were busted.

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Prompt: Y/n is distraught after the sudden loss of Tate.

Warning: Fluffy sadness

Originally posted by sociallyawkwardcapricorn

Not sure if a Tate thing was requested or not but here you go. 


Tate watched as Y/n sat in the center of what used to be his room crying clinging to a Polaroid of him and her for dear life. “Why…” She sobbed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She looked down at the picture and ran her thumb over Tate’s cheek. 

 “Because I was afraid you’d think of me as a monster.” Tate said sitting in front of her. Y/n screamed backing away from him only to hit her head on the dresser behind her. Tate slowly crawled closer to her. He stopped when his face was a few inches away from hers. “It’s okay.” He cooed wiping away the trail of tears that stained her face. Y/n tried to say something but only chocked sobs were able to escape her mouth. He smiled at her and she shoved her face in his chest sobbing violently. “I’m sorry Y/n. I’m so so sorry.” He pulled her into his lap and ran his fingers through her hair. 

 “How are you still here?” Y/n asked wiping the tears that stained her cheeks on her sleeve. “Well that I don’t know.” He admitted. She nodded and leaned her head back on his chest. Tate looked around his now almost barren room. The bed was gone all that was left was a demolished frame. “Tate?” Y/n asked looking up at him. “Yes babe?” He raised an eyebrow and looked deep into her Y/E/C eyes. “Are you gonna have to leave me again?” She asked as tears began to form in her eyes again. “No not unless you want me to.” He said wrapping his arms around her again kissing her forehead. “You’re stuck with me babe.” He smirked trying to get a laugh out of the girl he’d grown to love. 

 “Okay Casper.” She giggled before pressing a kiss to his cheek.


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