hmm not sure if i did it right

  • Stylist: Jungkook, you should stop playing with cats, or at least educate it!
  • Jungkook: Huh?
  • Stylist: Your arms are full of scratches!
  • Jungkook: Hmm.. *smirks* your right, this cat sure needs a lesson...
  • Somewhere else:
  • Jimin *poking his ear*: Why do I feel that someone's talking 'bout me?!
[M] Learning Curve.

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Summary: Submission doesn’t suit everyone and, as far as Jungkook is concerned, you wear it better than he does. 

Count: 8.4K 

Warning(s): Smut, Sub!kook but also Dom!kook (lmfao pls forgive me), dirty talk, spanking, and a pinch orgasm denial because who wouldn’t want to watch Jungkook squirm. 

A/N: Just leave me alone to die.

Originally posted by sirtae

If you had to guess Jungkook’s least favorite thing to do, you would say that renouncing his power was likely it. In bed, anyway.

He always made sure to remind you that he was in charge of your pleasure, no matter what the situation. He administered it as generously or as sparingly as he saw fit. It hadn’t always been so, but Jungkook settled into his role as the dominant one quite naturally. 

Evidently though, your leniency had taken its toll on his once obedient nature. You allowed him to grow confident in his ability to disarm you fully with just one brush of his hands over the right parts of your body, or dirty, whispered words against your neck, or the heat of his body pressing against yours. You had become forbearing, allowing him to push the limits of your control until he had effectively slipped it from your grasp entirely.

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phineas and ferb episode


PHINEAS: ferb, what do you want to do today?
FERB: [blinks]
PHINEAS: hmm… you’re right ferb. since there’s no true ‘self’, whatever ‘we’ want to do today is just playing into the social dogma of what can or can’t be done. 
FERB: [thumbs up]


ISABELLA: whatcha doin?
PHINEAS: rejecting the social dogma!
ISABELLA: cool. can i help?
PHINEAS: sure. but i think asking kinda defeats the purpose. i think you just do it.
FERB: [nods]

ISABELLA opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted as BUFORD and BALJEET enter the scene

BALJEET: whatcha doin?
BALJEET: oh, sorry isabella. i did not see you there. 
BALJEET: so. what are you guys doing?
PHINEAS: we don’t know yet. we’re trying to get a little bit nebulous with it today
BUFORD: explain.
PHINEAS: well, is anything we do really our own decision? what’s autonomy like in modern society? we’re trying to get out of that bind. 
BUFORD: sounds to me like you’re just playin into the whole thing, dinnerbell.
BUFORD: you really want to break down social constructs? try something like this.

BUFORD pulls back his arm and delivers a strong punch to the TREE. it rattles and a single leaf floats gracefully down, landing on the tip of phineas’s nose

SYNCHRONIZED, the other children OOH and AHH in reaction

“john? could you come here a minute? i need you.”
“hmm? you all right?”
“yes. i just need you to come here for a minute, that’s all.”
“yeah, ‘course. what’s up?”
“sit down, will you?”
“um. sure. is everything all right? sherlock?”
“yes, i just. could you scoot back a bit please?”
“o-kay, could you tell me – are you serious? did you call me all the way over here just to put your toes under my thigh? is that all?”
“heh. no, stay! you’re here, you might as well stay.”
“i was reading!”
“i was cold! john. i was cold. my toes are cold.”
“yes well…you could have told me to bring my book at least.”
“it’s nicer this way.”
“is it.”
“yes. because now you are warming up my toes and paying attention to me all at the same time.”
“heh. did you need a bit of attention, then?”
“no, i mean. it’s just nice, is all.”
“lemme guess. your lips are all cold too, are they?”
“well. i mean. if you’re offering to warm them up, yes, they are, a bit.”
“thought so. come here, then, so i can warm you up properly.” 

A Small Solace

Fffffff okay so I thought of this stupid little short story while at work so I guess I’m putting the other ones on hold for the moment. Kill me, I’m a sucker for affection between these guys. (Not gonna bother with the Read More on this one since it’s fairly short)

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, thank you all sooooo much for the reblogs and support! ❤ You’ve all have been my motivation to keep writing and I cannot thank you enough!

Previous works in chronological order: Lovestarved, Deeper Than Skin

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Running a huge business can be a little stressful sometimes.

It wasn’t overly uncommon for Flug to find Blackhat in a state of utter vexation when overworked. It was something they had in common, though the demon usually showed it in his short temper as opposed to Flug’s turning into an even bigger bundle of nerves than usual. Still, the premise was similar, and the doctor could empathize with his boss on some level.

Flug clumsily fumbled with the papers in his hands, attempting to get them as organized as possible on his way to Blackhat’s office. Very slowly and warily, the doctor opened the door and stepped inside.

“I don’t care about your excuses!!!

The shout made Flug jump back, and he was sure not to take another step further.

Blackhat appears not to have noticed him yet. He was on the phone, a particularly fancy rotary dial phone to be specific, with someone Flug could only assume was somebody doing their job wrong.

“If you don’t have that order delivered by the promised time– It’s not MY problem if your people lost it! I will not stand to have my company suffer because of your bloody incompetence! Then you’d better get moving, shouldn’t you!? No later than five! That is my final word!” With that, the eldritch roughly slammed the phone down, Flug flinching at the noise, and snarled in frustration, “Fucking idiots!

Only then did he finally notice the scientist nervously lingering in the doorway. “What do you want, doctor?” He growled harshly.

“I-I-I, um…” He lifted the papers to his chest. “I-I have a p-progress report on t-the n-new product–”

“I do not need a progress report! The demon snapped, fangs bared in another snarl that made Flug flinch back further. “I need you to just get it done!

Swallowing a lump in his throat, the doctor just stood there for a moment, seeming to be considering something. Very hesitantly, he started a slow walk over to Blackhat, rolling his sleeves up to the elbow.

The demon narrowed his eyes, yet another growl being shot Flug’s way. “What did I just say, doctor!?”

At that, Flug was almost tempted to turn tail and get out of there. If this was months ago, he definitely would have. “….J-Just one moment, sir…” He replied, finding his way to the side of his boss’s chair. Hmm, that obnoxiously tall chair was going to be tricky to work around… but he was sure he could manage it. Every part of Flug was ready to brace himself if he was lashed out at, but the doctor had a feeling the demon wouldn’t bother.

Thankfully, he was right. Blackhat just gave a begrudging huff of irritation and started flipping through forms on his desk. “I don’t have time to be wasting right now! I have a meeting in two hours, still need to call our insurance company about the damage those bloody heroes left, and now those blundering idiots at Machinery Unlimited lost our order of equipment for Build-bot–”

The demon went silent for a split second, confusion momentarily replacing his anger. “… What are you doing….?”

“It’s called a massage, sir…” Flug explained quietly. He was at a bit of an awkward angle, as he had to stand directly next to the chair and reach an arm between the demon’s head and chair’s back, but he managed to reach both of his boss’s shoulders without too much trouble. Gently, he began to rub them.

Yeesh… At the risk of sounding cliché, Blackhat was extremely stiff and tense… It was like massaging a brick wall….

“I don’t— Oh… That’s actually… oh…” The demon was pleasantly surprised by the soothing sensation Flug’s hands were leaving, a pleased shiver running through his body. Almost instinctively, Blackhat leaned forwards, resting his arms on the desk and an unmasked happy purr escaping him. Goodness gracious, he’s almost like a bloody cat. “That’s… quite nice, actually…” He commented under his breath as Flug took the opportunity to reach more of his back. The man almost sounded awestricken by this.

Flug felt a sudden twinge of pity for the eldritch. He’s always had 5.0.5. to comfort him when he’s stressed or felt the need for physical contact…. Even Demencia, to an extent, could offer him some stress relief when they would sometimes rant about things together. But nobody was really willing to do any of that sort of thing for Blackhat, or at least didn’t think he needed it….

Flug should consider doing this more often, he thought to himself.

After slowly but surely getting his boss’s muscles to relax, the doctor’s arms then slid down to the demon’s chest to lock around him in a light hug as he leaned down to place his head on Blackhat’s shoulder. “There’s only so much you can do, sir…. Don’t stress so much over what you can’t control….” He murmured, eyes closed.

Blackhat lightly leaned his head against the scientist’s in turn, raising a hand to hold Flug’s face close, and a content but tired sigh leaving him as his eyes closed as well. For a peaceful moment, all seemed serene. Then Blackhat shifted away, albeit reluctantly. “…. I’d better get this done…”

Standing straight again, Flug placed the progress report on the edge of Blackhat’s desk. “I’ll leave this here for when you have a free moment. No need to rush, just know that I should be finished by the morning.”

The demon nodded, going back to his papers. “Very good. I look forward to seeing the finished product.”

It was clear from his voice and posture that he was calmed down much, stress almost completely relieved from his tone and leaning back in his chair with a far more relaxed-looking exterior than before. Almost was like an entirely different person than five minutes ago.

Beneath the bag, a small smile slipped across Flug’s face. He had a feeling that might’ve been able to help, but honestly didn’t expect to have that much of a positive effect on the eldritch. With a satisfied nod, the doctor took his leave.

Lo and behold, everything turned out just fine.

Strawberries » Mark Tuan

Pairing: Chef!Mark X Waitress!Reader

Summary: It was the restaurant's tenth year anniversary, you a waitress had been crushing on the chef in the kitchen who was also your best friend since high school. Mark, he was always so kind and nice to you, but when he catches you eating strawberries something is different about his energy. 

❝You’ve always been a slut haven’t you?❞

❝ Have your tits grown since last time? Fuck they’re so big.

❝ I can’t help it, you make me so horny.

❝ Open your legs princess, I’m hungry.

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Dirty talk, kitchen sex, oral (receiving) Word Count: 

 Word Count: 2.8k

“C'mon spill the beans y/n. You know you want to.” Jackson said sending a wink your way as you poured his glass of wine to half way. You rolled your eyes, quickly glancing around the restaurant before turning back to the group. 

“A year and a half.” You answered sheepish, Youngjae began coughing, BamBam dropping his fork onto his plate while the rest stared at you in shock. 

“How? What? W–” Jackson was cut off when you heard a customer call out from another table. 

“Sorry boys, gotta go.” You said leaving the table and walking towards the other elderly lady as she gestured to her empty glass and you gladly poured some more in to her desired height. 

You glanced towards the double doors that led into the kitchen, watching as they would open and close every time someone would walk through them. You were so caught up you didn’t realise or hear the lady. 

“Excuse me! You’re spilling the wine everywhere!” She complained, you looked down to see the white table cloth slowly turning a red shade and the glass overflowing. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You apologised, quickly running into the kitchen to grab paper towels and napkins to help clean up a bit. 

“Don’t worry y/n, I got it.” Jisoo said walking out and towards the table. You sighed and began to unbutton your white shirt with red wine stains on it. 

“Y/n? You okay?” You turned your head to your right to see Mark, the chef. Mark was friends with the guys you served out there before. You two had been friends a little longer though. 

“Yeah, I’m just a little messy.” You chuckled, pulling the shirt to close over your chest that was now all sticky. Mark walked over and took off his cooking jacket, handing it to you. He wore a white t-shirt underneath so it was okay. He went back to cooking while you quickly slid off to the fridge. 

Opening it and stepping inside, it was cold so you tried to hurry. Slipping off the shirt when you felt how sticky your skin was. Shit! You thought. He won’t see much of me. You thought before calling out. 

“Mark! Could you come here please?” A few seconds later you heard a small knock on the door and opened it a little just to stick your face through slightly. 

“Could you bring a wet rag please?” You asked as he hurried off to get one before handing it to you and watching your face disappear as you close the door and begin to wipe away the sticky parts over your stomach and breasts. 

You grabbed his chef jacket and slipped it on, doing it up the best you could before stepping out. His jacket was warm, like you were in a warm oven almost. 

“Better?” He asked as you nodded and placed your dirty white blouse in the clothes bin. A basket that you put dirty aprons and rags to be washed later on when closing time comes around. 

Speaking of closing time, you glanced at the clock then out he small window to see customers leaving and Jisoo thanking them for their stay at the front door. You sighed and sat down, not wanting to go out. 

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked walking over and sitting down next to you. Seeing your pouted lips and glossy eyes. 

“Why did you hire me? Was it because I didn’t have a job and needed one or because I was your friend?” You asked and he sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder that caused electricity to shoot through your arm to your toes. 

Your heart rate picking up quickly and thumping in your ears. The tips of the shell of your ears turning a bright red. 

“Neither. I hired you because I like you. You’re cool and handy and help out a lot.” He said and you almost puked at his answer. It was cringy and caused you to scoff at his answer. 

“Aish~its true. Wait here.” He said, walking out of the kitchen quickly. Your stomach began to growl and you couldn’t help but place your hand on it to feel the small vibrations of your stomach crying for food. You weren’t allowed to eat from the stock room or fridge but having something small wouldn’t hurt? 

You crept over to the fridge, eyes on Mark as he was talking to Jisoo by the front door. You ran inside and grabbed some strawberries, stepping out and quickly trying to eat then but enjoy them. You could see Mark start to make his way back towards the kitchen. No time to enjoy then, you quickly downed them before Mark came back. 

“Sorry I had to dismiss Jisoo–” Mark came in and saw you sitting, back up straight and an innocent look on your face while your hands sat in your lap. 

“What did you do?” Mark asked, walking over. Glaring slightly, wondering what you had done or what you were up to. You just shook your head and played innocent. 

“Nothing, I’ve just been waiting for you to come back.” You said smiling slightly, he was now right in front of you. He brought his hand up and grazed the back of his knuckle over your cheek lightly. Before his fingers danced along your lips. He pressed the tip of his finger to your mouth and dragged it along your lower lip. 

You were confused but when he brought his finger tip to his own lips and sucked on it, you knew you were busted. But the sight in front of you caused you to freeze and the only thing you could do was rub your thighs together. 

A throaty groan left his lips as he closed his eyes. Taking in the taste and recognising it instantly. 

“Strawberries? Hmm? That’s interesting. But you do know you’re in trouble right?” He asked and you nodded. Face now red and burning you could swear someone had just hit you across the face. But that wasn’t the case now. 

“I mean there is one way you could get out of this…” he said, and you weren’t sure if it was just you but you swore you saw his eyes darken slightly and his wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine. And then it hit you. 

“No.” You said sternly, you did not want to go back there. It was long ago and a stupid dare. It was your final year in high school, you all were gathered at Youngjae’s place and playing truth or dare when you got dared to sleep with Mark. 

You didn’t want to at first but you had always liked him and saw this as your only way of ever having a chance with him. If you couldn’t date him might as well fuck him. You two remained friends and you all swore you would never speak of it again. Until now at least. 

“What? C'mon y/n, I can tell you want to. You’ve been wanting to date me since high school.” He said and you furrowed your eye brows. 

“How did you–I’m going to fucking kill him.” You growled, Jackson couldn’t keep his mouth shut could he? 

“Why? Can’t you just control yourself until you get home or find some girl?” You asked and he chuckled, backing you up against the counter now as the tip of his nose dragged along the skin on your neck as his eyes flickered up to yours. 

“I can’t help it, you make me so horny.” Your knees went weak at that sentence. Your hands behind you to hold you up to make sure you actually don’t collapse. Why was he doing this? To be fair Mark had never been a player, he had never really had a girlfriend either. 

And maybe sleeping with him one last time could make him finally ask you out. 

“Do I now?” You asked as his face now was only millimetres from yours. His lips ghosting and constantly brushing over yours. As if asking you to kiss him. You lips began to ghost over his neck now, lightly peppering kisses along it. 

His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as he sucked in a harsh breath and craved his neck back. His Adams apple bobbed as you kissed over it. Tongue slightly grazing over his skin to leave wet kisses. 

“Fuck, you never fail to turn me on.” He breathed, eyes closing as you both just stood there. Her hands now coming up to rest and press down on his shoulders to push herself up and continue kissing his skin. You pulled back and smirked, enjoying yourself and his reaction. 

“You’re think it’s funny to tease? Princess-” he suddenly picked you up and pinned you down to the cold metal counter. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he hovered over you. 

“-I’m the fucking king of teasing.” And with that his lips connected with your neck. Kissing, sucking, nibbling in spots to try and create the desired purple circles. Your hands found his hair and began to thread your fingers through his locks, the tugging causing his to grown slightly against your skin. 

You found yourself bucking your hips into his and trying to create some friction. Thank god you finished your period a week ago. You continued to grind yourself against him. The thin material of your black suit pants able to move against the blue jeans he wore. 

The roughness of his material and his boner straining causing your pussy to throb and your arousal begin to soak through your panties. You began helping him undo the button and take off his kitchen jacket, discarding the material to the floor as his lips made their way down to suck at one of the ball of flesh. 

The red lace covering your hardened nipples now joining the jacket on the floor. His hands began to massage the skin, you couldn’t believe this all was still happening. 

“Have your tits grown since last time? Fuck they’re so big.” Your back began to arch as you craved for more of his touch. 

“Please just do something to me. Fuck me. Taste me. Touch me. Do something.” You whined, still grinding your hips into his. His fingers began to fumble with the dress pants button and the zipper. Your pants came off quickly to reveal your matching red underwear. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he noticed the wet patch. Fingers pressing against it, your underwear sticking to your wet lips. Fingers slowly moving up and down, along your slit and avoiding your clit. You began to whimper, bucking your hips as you basically begged for him to touch your bundle of nerves. 

You just wanted a release so badly, wanting to cum all over his fingers and tongue. Wanting to cum all over his cock. 

“Mark please…” you finally whined, your high and soft plea caused him to chuckle. Eyes scanning over your body as he watched how your body reacted with his simple touch. 

“What’s that princess?” He asked, placing a finger behind the shell of his ear and pushing it. Acting like he didn’t know what you said but he just wanted to be an ass.  

“Mark just please just touch me.” You practically begged like a four-year-old. 

“Like this?” He asked, fingers now grazing over your clit lightly, the feeling enough to cause your hips to rise and back to arch. 

“Y/n you don’t understand how hard it is for me not to fuck you so hard right now.” He growled, hand slipping underneath your panties and rubbing your clit in slow circles. 

“Don’t stop.” You moaned, hips continuously bucking into nothing as he sat there smirking. 

“You’re different from last time. You’re less vocal.” He said, fingers now gone and your panties pooling at your feet. 

“Lets change that.” He smirked, stepping back and watching you sit up on your elbows and look down at him as he began to get down on his knees. 

“Open your legs princess, I’m hungry.” Your knees were pried apart and his mouth immediately sucked on your clit. Your breath hitching as the sudden action happened. Your hands found his hair and tangled your fingers in it. 

Head now thrown back as loud moans left your mouth and the sounds of his lips sucking away at you echoing throughout the kitchen. 

“Fuck Mark!” You basically yelled when he began to nibble at your clit and slid two fingers into your dripping pussy. The feeling of yourself wrapped around his fingers while he thrusted them in and out of you. Trying to get you to cum. 

“You’ve always been a slut haven’t you?” If Mark said that sentence to you casually you would have back handed him but right now, him using dirty talk to edge you closer only build up the frustration in your stomach. 

You could feel yourself begin to clench around his fingers, your moans grew louder and you began to squirm as he tried to hold you down. 

“Y/n if you keep moving I’ll stop and leave you without an orgasm.” He warned, eyes dark and you could tell he wasn’t kidding around. Not even daring to challenge him to managed to keep your body from moving too much and continued to enjoy the feeling of his tongue and fingers on you. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck make me cum Mark.” You whined, hips bucking into his mouth more as the last flick of his tongue on your clit was what sent you over the edge. His wet muscle pulling away while his fingers pumped in and out of you to ride out your high. 

Your heavy pants and sweaty forehead was not enough to tell Mark you were fucked out. You weren’t ready to get straight into fucking yet but he didn’t care. He quickly pushed down his own pants, his boxers along with them and thrusted himself in. 

No warning, no teasing, no nothing. Just hard and fast and before you knew it you were clutching onto his shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist. Enjoying the angle and position but it wasn’t enough and Mark could tell. 

“Fuck, turn around and lean over the table.” He ordered, pulling out and getting off you. Quickly following his order you now mated your body against the cool metal table as he ran his tip through your folds before sliding back in and going back to his pace. 

“Fuck, keep doing that.” He said through gritted teeth with a clenched jaw, you weren’t sure what he meant but picked up on your constant clenching around him. 

“Nice and fucking tight, just like last time.” He hissed, throwing his head back as his high began to approach and you weren’t far behind. The familiar stinging feeling in your stomach growing with each thrust into your g-spot. Your legs began to shake as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. 

Your pussy beginning to pulse against his cock as you basically screamed at the feeling of how hard he was thrusting into you at this point. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna–” the choked groan he let out was what sent you over the edge, now riding out his and your high before both finally coming to a stop. You stood back up straight, legs slightly wobbly as he helped you sit on the cool table. 

All Mark could do was smirk at you, before placing the familiar red heart shaped fruit to your lips. 

“Open.” He demanded and you obliged happily, eyes never straying from his as he slid the piece between your lips and watched as you hit down into it. Taking it all except the part with the green on it. 

“So did you really have a thing for me in high school?” You knew this would come back to haunt you, hence why you were never going to tell the guys anything again. Especially Jackson when they cousins seem to keep their mouths shut. 

“I mean, yeah. Like you were always there for me and all and you were always my ideal type.” You said, looking down at the floor as you began to slowly get dressed. 

“So do you want to go out sometime?” He asked and you met his eyes, searching for the joke but there was none. 

“Define ‘go out.’” You said, adding the quotations with your fingers to high light the key words. He just chuckled and looked at the ground before looking back up and licking is lips. 

“Well, I don’t exactly have the money to take you to some fancy 5-Star restaurant but I’m sure my old red truck, some blankets in the back and the drive-in could do?” You couldn’t help but smile, you had some good memories in that truck. And you meant that in a very, non-sexual way with Mark. 

Most were good but there were still some bad ones but in the end they turned out alright. 

 "Pick me up at eight.“

Viktor and his thoughts on Otabek
  • *Viktor sees Otayuri togther Angel Viktor and Demon Viktor appear on his shoulders*
  • Viktor: You're right!
  • Angel: But look how cute and happy Yurio looks!
  • Viktor: He never smiles like that at anyone...
  • Viktor: Yeah I mean he DID kidnap him hmm...
  • Angel: Oh please do you honestly think someone like him would hurt Yurio?
  • Demon: HE COULD!!!
  • Angel: But he doesn't! Sure when Yurio gets married and leaves us for him....
  • Angel: Please Viktor you know you want Yurio to be happy with him or else I wouldn't exist...
  • Angel: From what??? A loving relationship??? A happily ever after??? We didn't call him a Hero for nothing~
  • Demon: ...
  • Viktor: ...
  • Angel: ...
  • Demon: Can we at least act scary and threatening when he's around???
  • Viktor: Pleaseeeeee~ I like seeing him tremble at the sight of me!
  • Angel: Why not? Just make sure Yuuri is with you when you do??? I can only do so much to stop you from trying to kill him...
Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (3)

Part 3 of an ongoing sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: The Sequel to Wrong Place Wrong Time: Life after the death of Red.
Main Characters include: Reader and EXO.

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18

Word Count: 2,460 (-ish)

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You scowled at Chanyeol, shoving another fist full of popcorn into your mouth. It was only you and he at home, Minseok was out doing God knows what probably with the other boys and you still weren’t happy about it. It’s not that you wanted him to stay away from them because you hated them. It’s not that you wanted to pretend they didn’t exist because that wasn’t the case either, you had grown fond of them over the two months you’d spent with them so in fact it was quite the opposite. But you were so desperate for your life to move on, you never wanted to walk back into that direction and Minseok didn’t want that either, at least that’s what you had thought but it turned out you were wrong.

“Listen Y/N it wasn’t my place to say, it was Minseok’s duty. I don’t mean anything on the grand scheme of things nowadays I’m only a friend, he’s your husband so I really don’t see how any of this is my fault.” Chanyeol pouted back, slapping your hand away from the bowl of popcorn and pulling it into his lap.

You frowned at him. “I’ve already told you Chanyeol, you’re not just a friend you’re my best friend and that will never change, you mean as much to me now as you always have so don’t act like you’re an unimportant individual in the ‘grand scheme of things’.” You threw your fingers in the air making quotation marks and mocked his voice. However he was right this wasn’t his fault it wasn’t his job to inform you about anything anymore it was Minseok’s job now. You sighed standing up from your seat and stretched your hands up in the air.

“Anyway I didn’t come round to discuss your marital problems Y/N, I came to ask you a favour. Well ask a favour for Kyungsoo.”

“Why what’s up with him, he’s okay isn’t he?” Your heart thumped a little bit, your mind flashed back to the state of him lying in his own blood on the kitchen floor, with his eyes rolling into the back of his head, it made you feel sick it was something you would never be able to erase no matter how hard you tried.

“Yeah he’s fine mostly, I mean he’s coping –ish. Basically he’s living with Sehun, Yixing and Jongdae at Minseok’s old house, but it’s got stairs right? So he can’t really get about much there’s only so much he can do for himself and you know how bad Kyungsoo can get when he allows himself to feel shitty, he’s getting back to that state of blocking himself away and it’s not doing him any good. Since you’re living in this beautiful bungalow…” Chanyeol smiled cheekily at you. You rolled your eyes in response, it’s not that you didn’t want to help Kyungsoo out, but you were really finding it hard to live with your own husband right now, you didn’t need the added stress.

“Chanyeol I don’t think –”

“Oh come on Y/N, it doesn’t have to be for long, just until he can get his spirits back up a little, please. It breaks my heart to see Kyungsoo paralysed and the fact that he can’t deal with it emotionally just makes it worse, he’s still trying so hard to pretend he’s okay but he still hasn’t come to terms with it properly honestly he’s still in denial.” He sulked, dragging you down to the sofa by your arm.

“Fine just for a while then, I’ve got issues to deal with. Or should I say an issue. Minseok. Maybe marrying him was a mistake Chan?” You said sadly looking down at the ring on your finger.

“Woah, come on Y/N don’t say that I’m sure you’re just going through a rough patch it happens to all couples right?”

“But Chanyeol how could he keep such a big secret from me. How could he not tell me that Luhan is back? Did I not deserve to know? Maybe this marriage should never have happened.” You paused and looked up to your right as you heard the front door closing and footsteps stopping near where the coats hung.

“So now you regret our marriage hmm?” Minseok seethed, staring at you through angry eyes, reminding you of how he used to be when you first met him and it made your skin crawl. “So I don’t tell you about Luhan, and now that means our marriage is being questioned. I didn’t tell you because I was trying to keep you safe. I wanted to keep you safe and sane Y/N! If that’s not being a good husband then I don’t know what is? You know what?…yeah let’s talk. In fact Chanyeol get the fuck out, I need to talk to my wife since that’s we she wants.” His voice was laced with venom as he darted his eyes towards Chanyeol, who was now rising from his space on the couch.

“No! Chanyeol stay!” You shouted at him as if he was a dog, but that was the least of your concerns at this moment.

“No! Chanyeol get the fuck out now!” Minseok shouted taking a step closer in your direction.

“No Minseok he’s staying!” You both looked at Chanyeol who was still stood there, his eyes wide looking between the two of you.

“You know what I’ll just go, I need to pick up Soo and bring him here anyway may as well go now hmm? See you in a bit.” He quickly darted out of your house before you could stop him, slamming the door shut behind him. You rolled your eyes as you began to walk to your room, you were steaming inside, absolutely raging.

“Oi! Come back here we’ve not finished talking, you wanted to talk so let’s talk!” You ignored him and carried on walking to your room, causing him to follow closely behind.
“I said let’s talk!” He slammed the door behind him.

“Fuck off Min!” You shouted, throwing your phone down hard on the bed. This is not what you envisioned your life to be like when you said ‘I do.’

“No! No I won’t Y/N after everything we’ve been through! After everything I’ve ever opened up to you about, the way I’ve expressed my love to you. I’ve never loved anyone but you Y/N! You’re the first and last woman I ever want to have feelings for. How could you question our marriage?! How the fuck could you do that!” His eyes were red now and they were filled with tears his hands shaking violently as his eyes bore into the back of your skull. “If this was such a fucking mistake why did you pick me, hmm? You had so many fucking options; Chanyeol, Jongin, Yixing, fuck it you even had Kris at one point so why didn’t you pick one of them if this isn’t good enough for you!?”

“MAYBE I FUCKING SHOULD HAVE MINSEOK!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. Your chest was heaving up and down coinciding with your heavy breathing as you stared at him, tears streaming down your face. His eyes opened wide the tears that were pooled at his waterline finally flowing down his cheeks. He nodded slowly, looking down at his hands. He removed his ring from his finger and put it in his jewellery compartment box on the edge of your dressing table.

“Okay…I see how it is. For once in my life; after I had my parents snatched away from me, I finally begin to think I’m worthy of someone and wanted by someone. But I guess I’m wrong. I’ll leave that in there until you figure what and who you want.” He pointed at the ring in the compartment box. “Until you figure out whether or not our marriage is good enough for you to be a part of. Turn off the light when you’re done.” Without saying another word Minseok slowly slipped under the sheets of the bed and closed his eyes.
You let out a grunt, clearly you didn’t want to be with any of the others you were just mad and now you were going to have to ‘talk’ to each other. At that moment you heard a knock at the front door. You sighed heavily making your way over to the door to open it, finding Chanyeol and Kyungsoo there. You smiled at them softly, your eyes still red and wet, dry tears stains marking your cheeks.

“Hey…are you okay?” Chanyeol said in a soft voice looking at you sadly. You had to admit that your best friend was truly the best; he cared so much for you. You nodded lightly, stepping aside for Kyungsoo to wheel himself in. “Look if you need anything just call me okay.” Chanyeol smiled, walking away from your door. You closed it quietly and spun around to see Kyungsoo staring at you in confusion.

“Is…is everything alright? Was it Minseok? He didn’t hit you did he?”

“No.” You laughed lightly. “No it was just a stupid argument.” You sat down on the sofa and waited for Kyungsoo to wheel himself near you.

“I hope it wasn’t because of me intruding or anything.” His face was worried as he continued to stare at you, waiting for you discredit his suspicions.

“Oh no. God no Kyungsoo, don’t be silly. That’s not the issue at all don’t worry about your stay, at least I’ll actually have someone to talk.” He smiled at you slightly; relieved that he wasn’t the cause of the argument you’d had with Minseok.

“I owe you one Y/N, for letting me stay. I just had to get out of there for a while, the stairs were becoming way too much for me.” He hung his head a bit, but you smiled at him anyway.

“Kyungsoo honestly it’s fine. So tell me apart from the stairs how have you been coping?”

He let out a breath, and frowned slightly. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll never really be okay Y/N. It’s one thing to be born paralysed, cause that’s kind of always how your life was and so you’re ‘used to it’ in sense. I use that term loosely by the way. But to have been able to walk and run perfectly and then have it all taken away. I don’t know, sometimes I don’t know if life is worth all of this hassle for me. I get those days where I don’t even want to exist anymore.” He frowned, but it was a sad frown. One that made your heart break piece by piece. Ironically you reached over and rubbed his leg to comfort him, offering a comfort he couldn’t even feel.

“Kyungsoo don’t say that. People want you around, everyone cares for you. And I’m not saying it doesn’t get tough, I have no right to because I have no idea what you’re going through, but that’s when you have to push all the more harder. To tell you the honest truth Kyungsoo I used to hate you, especially the whole Jongdae’s blood incident.” He rolled his eyes in embarrassment.
“Now though, you’re probably one of my favourites.” You smiled brightly, letting him know he was worth more than he thought he was.

“Well on the bright side. Babu came to pick me up last weekend.” Kyungsoo smiled “I got to hold my niece for the first time and I met his wife. I saw my mum again.”

“Aww Kyungsoo, that’s lovely.” You smiled at him, you were happy if he was happy because he had been through a lot and he deserved that much.

“I was going to ask how you and Minseok were settling down but…”
Your smile left your face immediately replaying the image of Minseok taking his ring off in your mind.

“It’s been a bit hard lately, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” You said in the most unconvincing tone ever. “Look I’ll quickly go and sort out the spare room so you can get to sleep okay Soo? It’s late and you must be pretty tired.” You stood up walking over to the spare room that still had one or two wedding gifts lying in it from your parents.
You weren’t looking forward to sleeping next to your husband tonight.

It had been a couple of days since the argument with Minseok and you still hadn’t spoken to him nor him to you.  It was kind of hard to rekindle your relationship when Kyungsoo was there but you were just grateful for Kyungsoo’s company.
You were making your way home from work one night; you had just gotten off of the phone from Chanyeol, ranting about everything you possibly could to him, before you started your car engine. You switched on the radio to your favourite radio station, quietly singing along to the songs so you could keep your mind off of Minseok, you were frustrated because you loved him. You loved him so much you just wanted to hug him and kiss him, but at the same time you wanted to rip him to shreds for leaving you in the dark and lying to you for God knows how long. You frowned looking up at the rear view mirror. You felt as though the car behind had been following you for quite some distance. You were probably just imagining it, but to be sure you parked off the road for a while just to make sure you had lost them. Once you were sure they had gone you continued to drive. But suddenly you saw the car behind you again, you were just about to indicate and make a detour when you felt your tyres deflate and scrape across the road, sparks flying out beside you. The rear glass screen was shot at twice and shattered to a million pieces. You let out a shrill scream; your heart was pounding violently against your chest it took you a moment to register that you were under attack. Slowly you reached over to the seat next to you reaching for your phone in your bag and dialling the first contact in your phone book.


It rang once, twice. But just as he picked up the call the line had been intercepted by someone else. A voice you’d never heard before. You were scared beyond belief; your heart was pounding wildly. It began to speak in a sinister tone, sending chills down your spine.

Think about calling anyone else and the next bullet will go straight through your skull, now hang up and put your phone down.”


Title: Madeleine

Rating: PG

Timeline: Home Again

Category: MSR

Summary:For the anon who asked: Since you mentioned it, Drabble of Mulder finding Scully’s Darkness Falls jacket while they are in an established relationship?

Author’s Note: These went in a different direction then I had planned, but these things so often do. The title was inspired by Proust’s “madeleine moment.”

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How to Survive Exam Season

This one is dedicated to everybody who is stressed right now and to everybody who has to write exams at the moment (including myself).

Prompt: here
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1678
Summary: Simon works as a teacher in a high school and has a crush on another one of the teachers, Baz. When Simon is in a desperate situation, Baz decides to help out.

Oh no. Fuck no. It’s the voice of Mister Sexy. (That’s not his name. Except he might possibly be the most handsome person I’ve ever seen.)

I turn around, slowly, because there’s the silly hope that he might not see me if I don’t make any sudden movements. He’s already seen me. Maybe he’s right when he says I’m stupid.

And there he stand in the corridor, looking absolutely perfect, which isn’t fair. Because right now I’m wearing the ugly yellow T-Shirt that’s a bit stained with paint and that I usually only wear to sleep. Also, I’m pretty sure there are cobwebs stuck in my hair. So basically I look like I have never heard of the existence of mirrors and he looks like the definition of stunning.

And that’s just great. Couldn’t have gone any better. Except now the urge to bang my head against the wall has increased by four hundred percent. (He would know. He’s a maths teacher – history, too, and politics, but I swear if you could choose more than three subjects, he’d be qualified to teach any subject in school. I’m not making that up, I saw in his qualifications that he can speak five different languages. I mean, it’s not like I’ve been stalking him. It’s just that I happened to stumble across them. Somehow. And I saw him play football with the sports teachers. He’s really good at it. I’m just searching for something he’s not perfect at. Not stalking him, Crowley.)

Anyhow, the reason why I want to bang my head against the wall.
“Why are you under the staircase?”
And why I’m under the staircase.

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My Top 11 + Thoughts

Here’s an unrealistic Top 11 (sorta in order of how much I want them in Top 11):

  1. Kim Jaehwan: Top vocalist for sure. He fits all types of songs. If anyone was doubting Jaehwan’s idol ability, I’m sure he proved them wrong in Sorry Sorry; if they were doubting his high note power, he proved them wrong in Downpour. Thank god he won his group, he was just so amazing. And for a singer, he’s got pretty damn good idol presence. I hope one-pick voting doesn’t hurt him too much, because with what this group looks like, BOI/OIO is going to need him a lot.
  2. Noh Taehyun: Thank GOD Taehyun won dance. He’s so amazing. Choreography genius, dance king, looks so amazing onstage, seems to have such good leadership qualities… and on top of that, he can sing and rap as well. Shape of You really brought out the best in him. If you don’t have him in your Top 11… what are you doing?!
  3. Ong Seongwoo: I love him. He’s such a witty dude who’s been working so hard for so long, and on top of that, he can do EVERYTHING- his singing and dancing are both so great. And he’s really hot. That’s always a plus.
  4. Kang Daniel: What is there to say that others haven’t? He’s not just attractive, he’s good at dancing, he seems really kind, and he’s also stable enough to make A rank.
  5. Ha Sungwoon: STOP SLEEPING ON THE (A-ranked) HOTSHOT BOYS. Sungwoon is a stable, excellent vocalist and dancer. His voice is really nice and his vocals in Downpour made me tear up a little. I’m angry that he didn’t get that many votes, to be honest… and now I’m worried he’ll fall far enough to get eliminated before concept evaluations.
  6. Park Woojin: Amazing stage presence, amazing ability… what’s not to like? His Get Ugly performance made me sweat.
  7. Park Woodam: That Mansae performance had me sold immediately. Amazing, amazing, amazing. My heart hurt for him when he couldn’t select a vocal performance… I hope he doesn’t fall far this week, since he shot up so many ranks last week.
  8. Park Jihoon: I’ve been caught by Wink Boy’s charm! He’s got excellent stage presence and he can dance decently well. Also, wow, he’s so cute! He’d make an amazing center for BOI/OIO.
  9. Jung Sewoon: Wonderful voice, amazing vocalist. One of my faves. After reconsidering, I thought he might be better as an indie soloist, but for now I don’t have that many absolute Top 11 picks and so I’ll leave him in there for now.
  10. Lee Daehwi: Decent at everything. Cute. Not sure what else to say. 
  11. Im Youngmin: This guy’s a good rapper- why not?

Trainees that were just too unrealistic, even for me:

  • Kim Seongri: One of the best vocalists on this show for sure, and yet he’s always slept on. He finally got his moment to shine as main vocalist and then got outshone by Yongguk. I know he’s going to be eliminated- which he doesn’t deserve- but I would just like to mention him. He’s amazing and deserved so much better.
  • Yoon Heeseok: A 6-month Jellyfish trainee who can do lots of things well?! YES. Also, he went from F to B rank! Unfortunately, his screentime hasn’t been great, and his rank has dropped over the weeks, even though he’s always been well-received by the live audience. His presence in Amazing Kiss as well as his decent Call Me Baby performance have really made him a favorite of mine. I’ll be sad to see him go.
  • Takada Kenta: He’s good and seems really cool… unfortunately I don’t think he’s getting anywhere close.
  • Kim Taedong: Hmm… maybe. I don’t know. I hope he doesn’t drop, I’d love to see more from him.
  • Yeo Hwanwoong: Man, I’m sad about him. He’s definitely one of the best dancers on this show. But despite how well he did in Right Round, he only got 3rd. I think he’s going to be eliminated, and I’m not ready for him to go. He’s so good.
  • Woo Jinyoung: He’s good, but no one has noticed him. I’m sad :(

Okay, here’s the part that might get me killed. Trainees that I for sure don’t want in Top 11:

  • Bae Jinyoung: His vocals were pretty weak, despite everyone calling him amazing or whatever. I just don’t think he has what it takes.
  • Joo Haknyeon: Call me what you will for saying this, but the words Haknyeon said to Eunki can’t just be edited THAT maliciously- they can’t pull words from his mouth that he didn’t say himself. He complained about his rank falling and about the choreography that he wasn’t even helping to make- all this to a leader whose rank was more than 25 places below him. And then he won his group when Hwanwoong was so much better! I’m not even going to get into him being “lazy” because I know editing can easily influence that, but anyways… that’s the definition of annoying to me.
  • Kwon Hyunbin: He doesn’t really have any talent. Again, I’m not going to get into the whole “lazy” thing because that’s easily edited, but he really doesn’t have anything at all that would attract me to him as a Top 11 trainee. He’d honestly be better off going back to modeling.
  • Lai Guanlin: I like him, he’s really good-looking, and he clearly works really hard, but there’s too many visual F trainees in the current Top 22. Enough with that, please. (Wouldn’t it be great having 5 male Sohyes in BOI/OIO? /s)
  • Yoo Seonho: I just don’t really feel anything with this guy. He’s good-looking, sure, but I just don’t feel anything there.
  • Park Sungwoo: He’s cool, but it was a little cringey seeing him try to keep up with the dance for Shape of You. Again, we can’t have five people in BOI be male versions of Sohye.

What do you think? Did I forget anyone? (I probably forgot someone, rip.) If you have civil disagreements to voice, I’d be happy to hear them. Hate will be blocked. Most likely no one will pay attention to this post anyways, but since I spent so long finally sorting out who I want in Top 11, discuss it with me! 

You can find me on Twitter at @luxsideris. :) <3 Also, if someone called semisomniac replies to you in the comments of this post, that’s my main account :P

Roommates With Benefits

Originally posted by leafyrares

{this leaf boi is evil… but we all know: love is evil backwards}

[leafyishere x reader]

TITLE: roommates with benefits

GENRE: smut, fluff

WORDS: 4 879

WARNING: mature-ass content, filthy dirtiness, sinful, fuck, escape now

AUTHOR: leafyisherefics

REQUEST  Anonymous said: Okay I have a request 😏 You and Leafy are roommates in college and you both like each other, so one day you guys are studying together and it leads to sex😂Yeah, but I’m not into daddy stuff or dominance kink stuff. Yeah so uh I’ll be checking to see when it’s done 😏 Thank you!

Your name: submit What is this?

You hurriedly wrote down the notes that the teacher had somehow written on to the whiteboard in inhuman speed, your finger starting to hurt from writing in your notebook for forty-five minutes straight.

Several students in the classroom had already grown bored of listening to whatever repetitive and boring history-stuff the teacher was on about and had started whispering and even watching videos on their phones. But you were determined to get all the notes since you really needed a good grade on the next test.

“Could you pass the eraser?” Calvin, who was sitting on the seat next to you, asked, but you would not let it disturb your concentration.

“Help yourself.” You were quick to answer, unconsciously biting your lip as your head swung up and down, changing focus from notebook to whiteboard in a steady rhythm.

Calvin slightly stretched over and grabbed the eraser as you had to tilt a little to the side since he got a little in the way. You thought you heard a small giggle on your right, but ignored it completely.

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niru2002  asked:

Hi there, I...uh...have been watching ur comic & animation. They are very great & amazing, especially undertale/Aaus stuffs...well, I just cut to the chase. I've been drawing some comic and I was wondering when u drawing comic, how did u set the resolution of the page. Mine wasn't clear when I upload on tumblr (sorry for being so shy and my bad english, I really really like ur artwork)

Hmm I’m not sure If I’m uploading in the right way, but I usually post comic pages in 900px width and 720px height for little pics like the UVS studio comics D:

Telling Yoongi your pregnant Part 2

“Is everything okay?” Hobi asked Suga as he rested his head in his hands,

“Ughh” He groaned

“I’m a massive jerk and Y/N was silly to start dating me and..and”

“Whoa take a breath there guy”

Suga closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In and out.

“In and out…In and out…In and out” Hobi helped to calm him down

“Now start from the beginning…why are you a jerk and why is Y/N silly for dating you?”

“Because I am and she is” He huffed

“I’m going to need specifics hyung”

“Fine. But you better not tell anyone. She will kill me.”

“Yeah okay. I won’t tell anyone”

“So Y/N is pregnant and I don’t know what to do. I’m happy, so happy that she is.”

“What did you say to her?” Hobi asked

“Not that. I didn’t react at all to be honest.”

“Erghh what’s wrong with me?” He yelled jumping up from his seat and started pacing

“I just really love her and…and having a baby is amazing. I want to have a little family with Y/N but I blew it.” He hadn’t realized he was crying until Hobi started to rub his back

“Whoa, don’t start to cry hyung. You did royally mess up but you can fix it”

“Oh yeah, how?” he scoffed rolling his eyes


“That simple.” He said with a straight face

“Yes. Look Y/N loves you a lot and she knows you love her too. All you need to do is explain and I’m sure she will understand.” Hobi explained

“Hmm I don’t know. I was an ass to her.” Suga said as he rubbed the back of his neck

“Trust me. Talk to her.” Hobi said with a smile

“Okay. I will do it. I will do it right now. Err..thanks.” Suga said with a shy smile

“Anytime hyung. Anytime.” Hobi said with a wink as he walked away.


Okay Min Yoongi you can do this.

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Spencer Reid (And Rafael Barba) / Holding Steady (Part 1)

As per @aprilfooledyou‘s request: 

Imagine if you were a brilliant surgeon who was dating Spencer Reid, until he broke your heart since he thought he wasn’t good enough for you. Disheartened, you move to New York and meet Rafael Barba. 

This is mad long and only part one. Guys, this was a funnnnn request to do. Omg, like these are my absolute two favorite characters guys. Reid is a character I’ve loved since probably middle school if I’m being honest (and Matthew Gray Gubler is an amazing human being). Although Rafael is a more recent development (And Raul Esparza is also an amazing person), I have a soft spot for both these guys. I hope you guys enjoy! 

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Such a Joker (22/?)

Jim POV:

“Valeska has red hair, crazy laugh. Might be rolling with a pretty young number.” Harvey says to a suspect mentioning my daughter in the process. I clench my fist and breath deeply.

“I-I don’t know anything.” The man says scared. “You believe him?” “ Nope.” “Me neither.” “It’s the truth! But, hey, I-I can help you guys, you know, spread the word and stuff.” He says putting his hands up. 

“Valeska killed a friend of ours. Anybody hides him, anybody protects him, they go down, too, you got it? Now spread the word! Harvey yells.

I go sit at my desk and rest my head in my hands. “Ugh (y/n) what have you gotten yourself into?”

(Y/n) POV: 
Jerome, Tabatha, and I go to visit Jerome’s father. We stand in his apartment snooping when the door opens.

“Who’s there? I know someone’s there.” The old man says in his scratchy voice.

Jerome jumps and cover the mans mouth. “Hi-ya, Pops. Long time no see.” I giggle at his bad pun. “Good one baby!” “Thanks dollface.” Jerome winks at me.

We place old man in a chair tied down. “So, how you doing? Ah, the silent treatment, eh? Here, I’ll tell you a story. You remember Kansas City, Dad? The circus went through town every spring right around my birthday. There was this guy.
Him and my mom used to drink and fornicate and beat the crap out of me. They’d make a whole night out of it. And I remember one time it was my ninth birthday him and my mom had just finished round one of boozing, boning, beating up Jerome, and were deciding to take a little break. Anyway Mm. I was outside the trailer, and you were there.
And you said, “Why are you crying, Jerome?” “It’s my birthday. And my mom and the snake guy are beating me. ” then you said, “This world doesn’t care about you “or anyone else, Jerome.
Better to realize that now. ” And that was it.”

I cross my arms over Jerome’s shoulders and hug him. “Such a bad father Mr. Cicero! How could you treat such a nice boy like that?” Jerome kisses my arm. “You see, there’s this guy, Dad. He believes in me. He believes in (y/n) and I. He thinks I’m gonna be a star. And, tonight, all of Gotham will see that, too. Except for you. ‘Cause you’ll be, you know, dead.” Jerome laughs.

“Jerome” his father tries to speak. “Is this the part where you say how sorry you are? Hmm? How you should have believed in me, how it’s not too late to start again? News flash, Dad: it’s too late.” Jerome growls.

“You don’t have to do this.” I laugh throwing my head back. “No. I’m pretty sure he does.” “I was a bad father, but I did love you. To kill me for that.” Jerome rolls his eyes. “That’s not why I’m gonna kill you. Plans to Arkham Asylum. Look at these.
Ah. Letters between you and your troubled son.
Innocent at first glance, but Detective Gordon you remember him, right? he’ll feel little bumps. A secret message written in Braille between you and your son, discussing my escape. Finally, the knockout gas used to disable the orderlies.
'Cause, you see, Dad, this guy I was telling you about, he’s the one who broke me out of Arkham.
He doesn’t want anyone to know about that.
Obviously. So the police will find these letters, mmm, and they’ll think, “The blind old fool really loved his son. What a wonderful father.” Oh. There won’t be a dry eye in the house.” Jerome wipes his father’s eyes dramatically.

“They’ll never believe it.” “Ah, sure, they will.
Cops are dumb. Isn’t that right (y/n)?” “Oh the dumbest!” I laugh.

“There’s nothing to eat in this dump. Finish up and let’s go.” Tabitha says frustrated. “Sorry you’re gonna miss my big night, Dad. But, hey, you’re psychic. So, tell me, do I kill?”

“You Will be a curse upon Gotham.
Children will wake from sleeps screaming at the thought of you. Your legacy will be death and madness.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Well say hi to Mom for me.” Jerome says seconds away from stabbing the man’s brains.

“GCPD! GCPD! Mr.Cicero, it’s Detective Gordon.
We need to speak with you about your son.” Jerome motions for me to run out to the fire escape, and I listen not wanting to be caught by my dumb cop father.

Jerome POV:
Jim waddles out of the door all loopy and such. “That gas sure packs a wallop, huh?” He tries to raise his gun at me. “That’s cute.” I laugh and take his gun away only for him to place his hands around my neck. “I’m sensing anger.” I say laughing. “You killed Sarah Essen. Now I’m gonna kill you.” “Correction! Your daughter pulled that trigger! Ah she’s a good girl Gordon. Let her be free!” I laugh and point the gun at his head.

“Don’t shoot him. How about a little flesh wound?” Tabatha says kicking him in the face and knocking him cold.

(Y/n) POV:
I brush my dress down getting all the wrinkles out so it lays flat and nice against my body. “Hmm someone looks delicious!” Jerome says kissing my neck and rubbing his hands all over my sides. “Well you know. Only the best.” “Only if I could take you out of this. Oh you don’t know what I’d do.” “3 years of fucking and something new? Surprise me.” I say wrapping my arms around him and bringing his lips to mine. “Hm that comes later tonight babygirl. To celebrate our victory! Now let’s get going. Don’t want to be late baby. Can’t miss the show!” He laughs and drags me oh the door.

When we get to the banquet Jerome, Barbara and I go through the back door. “Get the magician.” I say to Babs. As the magician that is supposed to perform tonight walk through the door we tackle him and tie him up placing him in a chest.

“Thank you for filling in on such short notice.
But how did you hear our magician dropped out Mr?” “Rodolfo. Well, you know, magic.” Jerome says in his ridiculous accent. “Oh, I won’t be needing that.” Jerome says and we shut the chest.

I walk over to J and adjust his suit. “Be careful out there J. Give them the best show they’ve ever seen!” “Oh no problem there baby. Stay back here. I don’t want you getting caught.” I tug on his suit smirking. “Yes sir.”

“Without further ado, please allow me to present to you the Great Rodolfo.”

“Ha! Greetings, ladies and germs! I am indeed the Great Rodolfo. Please ogle my lovely assistant.
Ooh! For my first act, I’ll require a volunteer. Let me see. Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck goose!” Jerome points to Bruce Wayne.

Babs goes out into the crowd and brings him back. “Hello, young man. Does this handsome gentleman have a name?” “Bruce.” “Bruce! Well, Bruce, this won’t hurt a bit. Is there a doctor in the house?”

Jerome sticks one of the blades in the box along with the other one getting the audience to gasp and applauded him. “Give ‘em a wave. Some people say Bruce has a split personality. For my next illusion, I’d like to call to the stage esteemed Deputy Mayor Harrison Kane.”

From then on all hell breaks loose. Jerome kills the deputy mayor and gunfire is started along with the rest of the show because who can stop at just there? Ha! Not J.

Lee’s phone rings and Jerome picks it up. He ten looks at me and smiles. “Are you outside? You are, aren’t you? Oh, goody! I swear to God, if you’ve hurt her Breathe, James. I haven’t touched a hair on your girlfriend’s pretty head. See for yourself.
This is live television after all. The feed just came back.”

“True, but not the point. Hey, let’s talk about what I want. $47 million, a helicopter, obviously, the dry cleaning I left at Mr. Chang’s be careful, the man is a crook, your daughter and I to live happily ever after and, mm, I don’t know, a pony. Uh You got ten minutes, or I start killing people. Remember, this is being broadcast to every home in Gotham, so, you know, don’t let people die. Bye.” Jerome laughs into the phone and hangs up. “I think that went well.” “Enough! You need to pack up your pathetic little sideshow and leave.” Glavan says walking up to the stage. “Is that right?” Jerome asks with a sexy smirk. “It may be presumptuous to speak for all the citizens of Gotham. But we are sick of you! You’re a small, vicious man with a pathetic need for attention. Enough, man. For God’s sakes, enough.” “I’m curious what your leverage is here, Mr ?” Theo Galavan” “Well, Mr.
Theo Galavan, if you don’t sit down, uh, I’m going to shoot you. In the face.” I know there is some human decency left in you.
you said something about living happily ever after? If you need to take a hostage, take me. But let these people go home to their families, to their children.” Babs hits him over the head knocking him out. “Boring.” “Right?”

Jerome continues to play around with people making me laugh harder behind the curtains. “Hold very still. Oh. I can’t look. Someone tell me how it turns out.” He placed his hand over his eyes and pulls the trigger to the gun only for water to come out. “Damn! Turn around.”

Jerome turns the man around and shoots the Apple off his head. “Well, clap!” Jerome says and immediately the crowd begins to clap.

“Well I think it’s time for tonight’s first official victim, you all know and love, poor rich boy, parents murdered in an alley, and my favorite volunteer.
Where is Bruce Wayne?! You know I’m an orphan, too, Bruce.I killed my parents though. Where are you hiding? Bruce! Where are you, buddy? Kill his butler.”

They get rich boys butler all roughed up. “Last chance, Bruce, but it’s about to get very butler brain out here.”

“I’m bored.” Babs says rolling her eye. “Shoot the butler.” “Stop!” Bruce yells as he steps out.

Jerome places the blade against Bruce’s neck. “Seems like we got ourselves a pickle. What do you say, Brucey boy? Want to boost our ratings, huh? Smile.”

Galavan get up and stride to Jerome. “I said, enough!” Jerome turns around. It all happens so fast. A knife is plunged into my jokersters neck.
“NO!” I scream and run over to him. I fall to my knees beside him while blood spills from his neck and mouth. “Jerome. No. I love you!” I sob over him. “Doll face no tears. Smile. I want to see that beautiful smile.” He places his hand on my cheek and wipes my tears. Seconds. In seconds the light leaves his eyes and his skin grows cold. “No! No! You bastard!” I scream at Galavan.

Jerome’s body is moved out and transferred to the morgue while I am put on expected trial for murder and being insane.

Luckily my father doesn’t have that type of stomach for his own blood. He can’t send me to Arkham. He can’t even send me to a jail cell. That’s why I’ve been sitting in my room for over the past week. Barely eating. Barely breathing.

A knock on my door is heard and second later it’s opened. “Hey sweetie. I got some food if you want it. I know you don’t want to but you need to (y/n). Please for me.” My dad sits on the end of the bed and rubs my calf setting to food on the table.

“I’ll do anything honey. Just say it.” I wipe my eyes and roll over to face him. “I just need time. I need to think. Clear my mind. I need distraction.” “I can get you a job. A job is a great distraction!” “In time daddy. I’ll be ready.” I say flipping on my side again. “Of course (y/n). I’m sorry you’re feeling so low.”

“Daddy wait.” “Yes?” I get up and hug him. “Please don’t send me away.” I say crying into his chest. “Never again. Never.” My father kisses my head crying with me.

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Gonta, Junko and Ouma Friendship Event

Gonta Gokuhara: Ah-, Good morning. I remember you’re from another class… erm, Enoshima-san… right?

Junko Enoshima (queen sprite): You say you have nothing but a vague recollention of My Majesty, the very anthropomorphication of charisma, the world’s center of attention! Those are fighting words, feral boy!

Gonta Gokuhara: S-sorry! I’ll properly remember you next time-!

Kokichi Ouma: Good morning, Gonta, what a beautiful day! By the who is this haughty girl? Is she from our school?

Ah, such a cocky blonde can only be Iruma-chan. But Iruma-chan, you look very different today~.

Junko Enoshima (mushroom sprite): You compare to Iruma-san of all people?… This is so despairing that it makes me want to die…

Gonta Gokuhara: D-don’t say something so sad! Cheer up, Enoshima-san-!

Kokichi Ouma: Yup, you’re Enoshima-chan. No way I would forget my beloved Enoshima-chan.

Yeah, Enoshima-chan was my first guess…but… hmm, hm…

Sorry, did you always look like that!? We don’t talk much so I can’t be sure!

Junko Enoshima (moeblob sprite): Huuuuuh, aren’t a meanie. Ever since I was born, I have always been this drop dead gorgeous!

Gonta Gokuhara: Ouma-kun… Saying those kind of things to a lady is not gentlemanly!

Junko Enoshima: But Ouma’s doubt might be a valid one.It’s not particularly unusual to see various people with the same appearance, you see.

Gonta Gokuhara: Huh-? Really? But there’s only one Enoshima-chan, right?

Kokichi Ouma:  No way could be 2 or 3 people as flashy as her! She’s no Togami-chan!

Gonta Gokuhara: Huh-, there are 2 or 3 Togami-kuns-?

Junko Enoshima (librarian sprite): I have a twin, an impostor and an alter-ego, totalling 4 individuals with my face. That is a lie, however.

Kokichi Ouma: Wait, don’t copy my lying thing~! I’ll get mad, even if it was my bestest friend Enoshima-san!

Gonta Gokuhara: Uuuuggh-, Gonta has no idea what’s going on anymore… There’s only one Gonta, right?

Junko Enoshima: Don’t worry, there can’t be anyone else as easy to fool as you~! 

#SanversWeek Day 3: “You’re drunk.”

This is my first attempt at writing for #SanversWeek. I wasn’t planning on writing anything since I’ve got some important exams coming up, so this is a little last minute. Hope u like anyway.

It had been seventeen days.

Seventeen days since she’d been out of that damn tank. Seventeen days since her life had almost ended – almost, she has to keep reminding herself, almost, almost – and seventeen days since Maggie had nearly lost her, since she had nearly lost Maggie.

Since they’d nearly lost each other.

For sixteen whole days Maggie had refused to leave her side. Not while she worked, not while she slept, not while she ate, not while she showered – God, the showers were awful – and not while she breathed.

And today was the seventeenth day and Alex had finally convinced her to go out, to have some fun, to treat herself for once. She’d told her that she’d still be there when she got back, that it was okay.

She had paperwork to catch up on anyway. And Maggie deserved a bit of a break after everything that they’d been through. Because it was Alex who had been in the tank, yes, but she felt as though Maggie had suffered most out of the two them.

So now Maggie was out – with Kara no less. The two had grown impossibly close since it had happened – which Alex loved, of course, though they tended to team up against her, and there is no way she can resist both her sister’s and her girlfriend’s pout at the same time.

During the beginning of the night Alex had received frequent texts from Maggie, checking in with her, making sure it was still okay if she wasn’t home with her, that if she changed her mind she could call at any moment.

She’d replied with things like No, Mags, it’s fine, really. Have fun with Kara. and I will and don’t worry. Just have fun! and I love you too, babe.

The texts got less frequent with every passing hour, which Alex took as an indication that she actually was enjoying herself. Especially after a half drunken snapchat from Kara of them singing along to cheesy pop songs, she knew Maggie would be fine.

It was around one in the morning when she heard stumbling and giggling just outside her apartment. She raised an eyebrow and smiled to herself. There was no mistaking as to who those giggles belonged to.

She tossed her stack of papers to the side, took off her reading glasses and got out of bed. She padded across the floor towards the front door and looked through the peephole. Strangely enough there wasn’t anyone on the other side and when she opened the door she found one Maggie Sawyer sitting on the floor, leaning against the opposite wall, attempting – and failing – to get one of her heels off.

The moment she noticed Alex she grinned widely.

“Danvers. You got the door open!” she exclaimed before she finally managed to get one of her shoes off, throwing up her hands in victory.

Alex attempted to stifle her laughter by not-so-subtly covering her mouth with one of her hands. It was hard not to laugh at the sight of her otherwise badass-cop-and-tough-as-nails girlfriend on the dirty floor of their apartment building, giggling and whining because she couldn’t get the other shoe off, her hair a bit tousled, her make-up slightly smudged, and shitfaced drunk.

“Are you drunk?” Alex asked as she bent down to help Maggie with her shoe. It was more of a statement than a question.

Maggie giggled again, her face scrunching up in a way Alex could only describe as utterly adorable.

“Nooo,” she trailed off. She wiggled her toes around when Alex finally managed to free her other foot.

“You’re drunk,” Alex stated this time before she helped Maggie to stand.

“And you’re beautiful,” Maggie murmured in return as she nuzzled her face into the crook of Alex’s neck, giggling once again. The action caused her to almost topple over, and Alex was quick to slip an arm around her waist to keep her steady so she wouldn’t send them both crashing to the ground.

“Okay, let’s get you inside,” she sighed as she guided a mumbling Maggie into the apartment.

Once she finally got Maggie settled in her – their? Is it? – bed (which had been quite the task), pajamas and aspirins and a full glass of water and all, she found her staring up at her with a lazy grin.

“Did you have fun?” Alex asked as she got under the covers with her, propping her head up on her elbow.

“Yeah,” Maggie said, “your sister can drink.”

Alex smiled as she watched her break into a fit of giggles for the millionth time that night, which Alex treasured every second of since it was something she almost never really did.

“I bet she can,” Alex said in return, not having the heart to tell her smile-y, happy girlfriend that alcohol doesn’t affect Kara, and that she’d probably had just as much fun watching Maggie happy-drunk as she herself was having at that moment.

“Did you know,” Maggie started, her face suddenly lighting up, “that because Kara’s, you know, an alien,” she whispered the last word as if someone besides them could hear her, “she doesn’t need any oven mitts because she can’t feel heat.”

“No way,” Alex faux-gaped at her.

“Yes way!” Maggie exclaimed, “she can just pick up a burning hot tray right from the oven! How weird is that?!”

Now it was Alex’s turn to giggle, laugh even, at her girlfriend’s state, at her drunken ridiculousness, at how absolutely in love she was with this woman lying beside her, who was laughing along with her just as much.

“I love you,” she told her once their laughter had died down. Maggie grinned at her at that, her eyes starting to fall closed, exhaustion starting to take over her body.

“Hmm, Alex Danvers loves me,” she mumbled, “you hear that?”

“I sure did.”

“Good,” she said, yawning, “tell her I love her, too.”

And with that her eyes fell closed and her entire body relaxed into the mattress, the only sound left in the room becoming Maggie’s slow, steady breathing.

Which was something Alex was so thankful for both of them still got to do these days.

She smiled down at Maggie’s sleeping form, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I will.”

anonymous asked:

Ugghh that alternate reality angst tho!! It's too good! Like I screamed when I saw Sven take that shot for Lance and I just wanna see more of him! Do you have any headcannons about that alternate reality Shance? Like I love what you did with Lance being older and having Sven admire him

I KNOW RIGHT?? I lost my mind when I saw Sven show up and even more so when he protected Lance ;A; That beautiful man!

Hmm, well I love the idea of young!Sven having a crush on Lance, who’s more of a star pilot like he was in the original cartoon and more chill and willing to tease poor Sven. But Lance is Lance no matter what reality it is and so he’s still more than capable of being insecure and I’m sure he’s shown that side of him to Sven, which Sven found even more endearing. He wanted to support Lance as best he could, but in the end he just couldn’t.  It wasn’t until I was halfway through drawing that I saw @sir-scandalous post about Sven and how his Lance could be dead by the Alteans, which could be another reason why he harbors such hatred towards them. ;;

Double Date

Here is my Captain Swan Secret Valentine gift for the lovely @kmomof4​!

Summary: When Emma goes on a double date with her best friend, Elsa, and Elsa’s boyfriend, Liam, she certainly doesn’t expect that her date will be Killian Jones, a man she detests for his ability to occasionally defeat her in court.

Emma’s footsteps echoed through the hallway as she left the courtroom at a consistent, brisk pace. When she was halfway to the exit, she heard the sound of someone running behind her. She picked up the pace slightly and grimaced.

“Come on, Swan. Don’t be like that.”

When she realized she could not outpace the man behind her, she swiveled on her left heel and found Killian Jones standing two feet away from her, panting slightly. He had already loosened his tie and undone the top button on his shirt.

“What do you want?”

“I just wanted to say you did well. Is that a crime?”

“Hmm. Let me think about it,” Emma responded, tilting her head slightly to the right and looking pensively up and down the man in front of her. She certainly didn’t mind the perusal. When she reached his face, she noted that he seemed amused as well. Straightening again, Emma finished, “I’m sure I can find a reason to prosecute you.”

“Why, Miss Swan,” Killian responded, moving forward slowly, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you just wanted to see me with a pair of handcuffs.”

Before Emma gave herself a moment to picture what Killian might do with those, she said, “Good thing you know me then.”

With that, she turned back around and headed toward the exit. This time, the footsteps didn’t sound behind her.

“Swan,” Killian said loudly as Emma continued walking with a confident clack-clack of her heels on the white marble. “It’s bad form to walk away from someone in the middle of a conversation. I thought we were getting somewhere.”

Emma was glad that she was walking away from Killian. That way, she knew he couldn’t see the small smile and slight flush that she felt on her face. Later, she would attribute the flush to the sudden chilly wind that hit her as she left the warm building and faced the winter weather. The smile, however, she couldn’t explain – at least not in a way that she liked.

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