I hope you're having a fantastic day! ❤ Just wanted to clear up things for that anon - i'm really sorry that happened to u honestly who the fuck breaks up with some1 the day u meet? (i hope you're in a better place now though!) But i have no intentions of letting go of Anna unless she wants me to. Heck yeah im nervous travelling across the world but we both WANT to make this work! Yea relationships are hard work which is why im working so hard myself. cause i definitely want to hold onto her 💙
Kelsey accidentally turned this on anon
BUT as you can see, we are an even team effort in this relationship! I know I’m saving up already so I can go visit where she lives. I would say I’m working hard to keep this relationship going but I like that saying “if you’re doing something you love then you’ll never work a day in your life”. Because I love her, yes I help her with hard times, but non of it seems like working. (Ok, maybe I have to work hard to remember to respond to things but I blame that on my phone being a shit and the time differences!) I’m just proud of our relationship so far because we make a great team so far and I can’t wait for her to get here so we can keep working together!
It was honestly getting out of hand. This is not what Tasha had in mind
when she had the airport evacuated. It was more to make sure Barnes doesn’t
accidentally hurt someone and maybe avoid people snapping pictures and tweeting
about Avengers arguing with each other. And what the fuck was Clint doing here?
Admittedly, she could have left a more detailed explanation with Vision as to
why Wanda was confined to the compound though she thought that Wanda was
intelligent enough to draw her own conclusions. Apparently she wasn’t.
“Is this part of the plan?” Nat asked after Tasha helped her up.
“No, this definitely was not part of the plan. Damn Rogers and his ‘punch-the-way-out’
mindset. Want to switch it up?”
“Sure.” It was with practiced ease that Iron Woman had Black Widow in tight
but safe grip, flying short way across the landing strip in order to land in
the path of Cap’s team.
“Captain Rogers… I know you believe what
you’re doing is right. But for the collective good…you must surrender now.”
It pained her how incredibly like J.A.R.V.I.S. Vision sounded sometimes. But
the good captain apparently was not listening if the advancing was anything to
go by. Well fuck.
“They are not stopping.” She could have
gone without kid’s comment. In a matter of seconds they were beating each other
again. It was insane. And she had run out of patience. “Vision, take out the
quinjet. It seems they won’t stop until they reach it.” Tasha instructed,
dodging the shield Rogers threw at her.
The android disengaged his fight with the
newcomer with the suit that could apparently enlarge as well as shrink; and
turned his attention to the open hangar where the powered down quinjet was
waiting. Iron Woman’s instruction was sound. Taking out a way to escape reduced
the probability of prolonged fighting. Checking yet again if there was someone
around the hangar, short beam of yellow energy burst from the gem on his
forehead and the quinjet was reduced to a smoking pile of scrap. It was a shame
really, for Tasha Stark took great pride in designing and building it. The
resulting explosion served as a short moment of pause as the realization of no
escape settled on Captain America’s team.
“I will say it one last time!” There was
no restraint in anger that boomed from Iron Woman. “Stand the fuck down!”
Spider-man used the distraction to shoot
copious amount of webbing at Hawkeye, Falcon and Scarlet Witch, effectively
pinning them to the ground. It was after all the reason why she brought him to
Germany in the first place. The close contact combat was not it. Black Panther
had Barnes pinned as well, Black Widow was eyeing the man in giant form with
all the suspicion of the world whilst War Machine was hovering near him as
well, ready to act at any sudden move. For the first time since this whole
shitty mess started, Captain America looked indecisive and unsure. It was more
than likely because his only effective way out was blown up. Looking at his now
subdued teammates, he let the shield he retrieved fall from his hand. “You’re
making a mistake Tasha.”
“Then it is mine to make. As it was your
mistake in deciding to not contact me before this fight went down or even to
listen to me back at the task force.” She turned to Black Widow. “Please inform
Everett Ross to send a transport for everyone.”
The giant man finally shrunk down to the
normal size, hands raised up in surrender. She would find out exactly what his
name was later. “Stay put Rogers.” Tasha ordered when he moved to follow her
approach to Barnes, reinforcing it with a raised gauntlet waiting to fire off
an energy blast. The helmet collapsed when she kneeled in front of Barnes. “Who
am I talking to right now?”
“Sergeant James Barnes, serial number
“It’s nice to meet you at last Barnes. I
believe I have something to help with your conditioning problem.”
“Steve didn’t mention that.”
Tasha snorted. “Yes, I am beginning to
learn how elective he is with words. We’ll discuss it later.”
Black Widow returned with small caravan
of SUV’s and prisoner transport trucks in tow, gear was taken away, handcuffs
were slapped on and everyone made their way back to Berlin. Tasha was already
having a headache just thinking about conversations that were to be had in
about two hours. Making sure Spider-man was safely on board her private jet
with Happy, Tasha slipped into the backseat of the black SUV; content to find
out that there was no one else in it. She just needed a quiet minute or two.
“You know you are not obligated to talk
to them any further. That is actually my job at this point.”
Why did she stop drinking? Because she
could fucking use one right now. “I like you much better than the other Ross.
So if you could just let me deal with this shit please? I promise you can hash
out all the details on them later because frankly I am just about done.”
The shorter man eyed her, finally
shrugging his shoulder and pointed to the heavily guarded conference room where
the rogue Avengers as media was already calling them were being kept. He made
it crystal clear that they should be in cells already but he was not going to
go against the higher ups. And seeing the plain exhaustion of her face, he
decided that the woman should have some sort of satisfaction out this entire
clusterfuck. “You look ready to keel over.” Nat commented bluntly, matching her
steps with Tasha’s.
“Let’s just get this over with, okay? I
really don’t want to talk about anything else.” Two women already found Rhodey,
Vision and T’Challa sitting at the same table, facing the other team with
expressions varying from unconcealed anger to pensive curiosity. “Are the
handcuffs really necessary?”
“I’m not here for chit chat, Rogers.”
Rhodey snorted loudly and Tasha rolled
her eyes. “You have unbelievably single track mind, it’s amazing. You people
collectively broke more international laws than most terrorists do and you keep
yapping about your best friend. He’s fine; I negotiated with Ross to have him transferred
to one of my facilities under heavy guard just in case the other Ross had any
bright ideas. We-” she motioned to her team. “Are here to talk about the
supposed Winter Soldiers.”
“Oh, so now you care?” Clint shot out,
not even attempting to hide his discontent.
“Mr. Barton.” T’Challa cut in before Tasha
could speak again. “The entire defense of your team sits on this supposed
threat. Make no mistake; your position is very precarious.”
“Barnes already gave us some intel, we
just want to corroborate that he told you the same thing.”
“And then what?”
Vision leaned forward in his seat. “And
then captain Rogers, we are going to go and investigate the validity of those
claims. I believe they will be taken into account when joint counter terrorism
centre brings up the charges. I believe Mr. Ross has far more detailed
explanation of how things will proceed from here.”
“And the Russians are just going to let
you waltz in their backyard?” Sam sounded guarded and doubtful.
“Considering they have to deal with
public backlash of Barnes being used as KGB’s assassin and likelihood that they
have been storing several more on ice all this time after everything that
happened, yes, they will let us just waltz into their backyard.” Rhodey ground
“Look, we will check this either way
Rogers. You cooperating might do you some good. Time to start using that head
of yours for something other than punching and thinking about your war buddy.”
“You mean compromise?”
Tasha pinched the bridge of her nose. “Not
this again Rogers. I am not talking about this with someone who has not even
read the Accords. None of you did, I bet.”
“You owe it -” “Enough Captain.” T’Challa
was on his feet now. This was not how they discussed making their marriage
public knowledge but he could not stand to watch any longer to his wife’s
former team mate look at her like she was ultimate disappointment in his life. “My
wife does not owe you or anyone here anything beyond the common curtsey of
One could hear a needle fall in the room
that is how silent it was. Steve noticed that aside from Rhodes, everyone was
sporting various degrees of surprise on their faces. And Tasha looked uncharacteristically
pleased with it. “Is this some sort of joke?”
“I assure you Mr. Barton; I would never
joke on the matter of our marriage. You have never inquired if Tasha was seeing
anyone, you just made assumptions. Besides, we preferred our privacy.”
“So it was another secret.” At best, he
sounded like it was something he believed to be completely in character with
her and was therefore disappointed that she did not learn from past
Tasha’s eyes narrowed. “Rogers…my marriage
is of absolutely no importance to the events that have transpired in last few
days. So fuck you for trying to use it as some sort of springboard for your
moral crusade. I’m done.” T’Challa wasted no time in following after her.
“Tasha slow down.” It was not that he
could not catch up with her but it was the way she was gripping her left arm
while she was marching away that had him concerned. “I am sorry for blurting it
out like that but I could not watch him step on you any longer.”
“It’s fine, really.” Her breathing
“What injuries did you sustain in the
fight?” His eyes tried to asses her condition but aside from the black eye, she
had no visible injuries.
“None. But uh, my left arm is kind of
numb. Is that normal?”
No, it was not normal at all and the panic
he experienced seconds before the bomb went off returned with full force. “You
need to see a doctor straight away.”
“What? No, I’m good.”
“Please, intanda, do not argue with me.
Not now.” Her acquiescence after his plea was short lived because not ten steps
later; she collapsed and would have kissed the floor face first were it not for
his fast reflexes. With relative ease, he scooped her up and called for help. He
lost his father; he would not lose her too.
@queenyavengers So you wanted a secretly married IronPanther, yes? Here’s a short thing plus angst.
hi ok i know this isn’t very specific but i NEED something angsty with ian so
if you could make that happen that’d be pretty good :-) pls & thanks
Ian does a Content Cop on the reader’s YouTube channel. Then there is hate sex. That’s it. Enjoy the nut. Warning for mention of hate comments, and vulgar language.
Being invited to Vid-Con had been a
dream come true. Just one year ago you’d started up your channel, and it had
blown up within a few months. The first videos were extremely simple, just you
sitting in front of a camera and ranting about goofy little things like books
you were assigned in class, or the issues with the buses in your city, or
things that went wrong at work. You knew they were little things, but the point
of your channel was to seemingly get worked up over very little things for
comedic effect. You’d found a niche and had amassed a just over a million
subscribers and had even collabed with other YouTubers in your area. Of course,
there were plenty of people outside of your fan sphere that found your videos pointless,
no one bigger than yourself had much to really say about you other than that
your name was (y/n) and you ran a channel of comedic rants on useless topics…that
was until one morning two weeks ago when you woke up to more twitter notifications
than you’d ever had in your life telling you to look at the iDubbbzTV channel’s latest video. You
knew it wasn’t going to be good as someone who was a casual fan of Ian Carter’s
work, so you were reluctant to look. You were right to have been. There at the
top of his page was a 20-minute Content Cop on your channel, and it always had
4 million views.
You watched the whole thing, there
was no point in wondering what the video contained. He really dug in, talking
at length about the topics to chose to rant about weren’t very interesting,
that your videos were always over ten minutes, that your use of jumpcuts was
obnoxious, and that you were a serial offender when it came to using clickbaity
thumbnails. He ended the video by dressing up as you and mocking the way you
spoke and how you used your hands to speak. Your followers had been sending
apologies and compliments, and it was nice but you weren’t saddened, you were
angry. You’d thought Ian had an eye for when something was meant to be comedy,
and you were hardly the worst when it came to extending videos or using obvious
Leading up to Vid-Con, you had
taken a hit in subscribers for sure, but managed to rebound back to just over a
million the day before. You’d been ridiculed endlessly by Ian’s fanbase and you
weren’t oblivious to the injustice. Usually when Ian went after a single
person, they fucked up big time. You hadn’t even had any scandals, hadn’t done
anything but made content he didn’t think was up to his standards. Keemstar, Leafy,
Tana, they’d all done something else to deserve it, and you couldn’t figure out
why Ian had chosen you to fuck with when there were so many other channels run
by scandal prone people. Now that you were here however, you didn’t want to
dwell on it. You were in a group with a few of your YouTube friends and were
being approached pretty consistently by subscribers that wanted photos and
signatures. It was fantastic to meet them all, and only a few brought up the
Content Cop episode.
You were signing the right sneaker
of a girl who was probably a year younger than you were when she asked you if
it made you uncomfortable that iDubbbz and his buddies were hanging out around
the door. You looked up quickly and the girl was right. Ian Carter was sitting
on a couch next to his friends Max, Chad and George. You’d never had any
problems with Max, Chad or George, you’d never even met them in person, but
they weren’t even paying you any attention. Ian however, was looking right at
you for just a moment before he averted his gaze.
Couldn’t he at least let you enjoy
VidCon without butting into your business? He’d already fucked up the last few
weeks enough with his stupid video and now he had the audacity to come in and
stare at you. He was probably just trying to see how many people would pick on
you about the video. You moved to get up as soon as the girl walked off, and
even as one of your friends pulled on your arm to get you to sit back down you
didn’t even flinch. You walked straight up to Ian and his group of friends. Ian
was watching you again and this time you didn’t even care. It felt like
everyone was staring at you as you stopped right in front of Ian, standing over
He had a baseball cap on, and his
hair was long enough that it curled just a little where it peaked out of his
hat. He was in that same sweatshirt and sweatpants style outfit he was always
in and his stupid glasses were off kilter. This was the man that had taken
shots at you? He looked even less threatening in person, especially as he sat on
the couch and just looked up at you, his mouth shut for once. You grabbed his
wrist and jerked it forward, and his eyes widen as his glasses slip just a
little. “I need to talk to you,” you say quietly, but with just as much malice
as you feel. You can’t help it. You’re usually cool headed but Ian just strikes
a nerve in you.
Max looks like he’s about to say
something, but George hits him to shut him up.
Ian looks over at his friends, then back at you and gets up. He’s really
tall standing up, but it doesn’t make you lose your nerve. He may be bigger but
he’s just a bully, and you’ve stood up to plenty of bullies in your time. You
pull him a few feet towards the door and he follows he out of the room. You end
up leading him down an empty hallway and outside of the door of the maintenance
closet that holds supplies for one of the used rooms. Hesitantly, you open the
door and guide him inside before closing the door behind you.
“Why the hell are we in here? If
you wanted to bitch at me about my Content Cop, you could have done it where we
were,” Ian says snidely, leaning against the wall. There’s not a lot of light
in the closet, but you can make him out clearly enough. He’s fucking smirking.
“And give you the satisfaction of
watching everyone in that room laugh at me? That was not going to happen Ian.
I’m already being called some nasty shit Ian! I can’t open my comment box
without seeing thousands of comments that say “kill yourself” or “delete your
channel cunt” or “I hope you lose all your subs and die of cancer”. Ian’s face
softened a little
“I never told anyone to do that.
You seem like a nice enough person, so I didn’t even touch your character. I
just went after your content,” he said, lowering his voice a little.
“What makes you so qualified to tell
me my content is garbage Ian Carter? I haven’t done shit to you. I’ve never
even talked about you in a video, or about any YouTubers that aren’t my friends
for that matter. Why would you even pick to do it on me over every other
channel just like mine?” Ian was looking at you intently, but he seemed to be
looking at your lips rather than your eyes.
“I just noticed your videos the
most,” he admitted. Your eyes drifted downwards and you were suddenly very
aware that he was at least half hard in his grey sweats, and they didn’t do
much to hide it. He cleared his throat and shifted a little, trying to casually
but his hands in his pockets to conceal it.
“Christ Ian, are you serious? I’m
trying to have a conversation with you about your stupid video and you’re
fucking getting off on it?” You could almost see his face go red, even in the
low lighting of the closet.
“What do you want me to do about it
cunt? I can think your content is awful and still be attracted to you! Am I
supposed to just will my cock to go down? Anatomy 101 says it doesn’t work like
that! If you want to get rid of it than do something about it!” He said it in
anger but as soon as it left his mouth he seemed to wish he could take it back.
You’re going to hit him, you really are, but your hand ends up in his hair
instead and suddenly your yanking his head down so you can kiss him.
He kisses you back, almost biting
your lip in eagerness and it gives you a smug satisfaction to know that the
great iDubbbz could be brought down with one little kiss. You’ve got him
against the wall and he’s trying to flip you around so he can pin you but you
won’t give into him. He already got his turn to control a situation. It was
your turn. He’s nearly a foot taller than you, and you’re on your toes to reach
him, but his hands on your waist are almost pulling you up to meet him. You
bring your lips down to roughly kiss at the pale expanse of skin over his neck and
you can feel how obviously hard he is despite it seemingly like it was trying
to angle his hips to hide it. “What,
haven’t gotten laid in a while Ian?” You mock, reaching down to rub him through
the fabric of his sweatpants.
He’s been trying to be quiet, but
you hear his breath hitch in his throat as he slides his hands down your back
and hooks his long fingers around the waistband of your leggings and pulls them
down to your knees to get them out of the way before he reaches a finger down
to rub at your clit through your panties while he brings his lips back to
yours. “Don’t pretend like you don’t want this too,” he grunts.
As much as you want this, you can’t
help but want to make Ian pay for fucking with your channel. He’s trying to get
his pants down but you aren’t having it, choosing instead to rub him through
his sweats until there’s a visible wet spot on the front of his pants that
there’s no way he’ll be able to hide. Finally, you start to pull down his
sweats, but he’s eager enough that he almost beats you too it. You smirk at the
large stain of precum spreading across the front of his boxers, but he’s
already pulling your shirt off, and then you’re helping him rip off his
sweatshirt. You hear the fabric tear as you pull on it. “I liked that hoodie
you…you…” he can’t even finish the insult before you’re kissing him roughly yet
“I fucking hate you Ian,” you growl
in his ear as he pushes you against the wall and strips his boxers from his
legs. He presses his body entirely against yours as he roughly nips at your
kiss swollen lips. He gets on his knees to pull down your underwear and kisses
your slit before pulling you down on the ground with him. There’s hardly any
space, and his back and shoulders are pressed against the wall as you crawl
over him and slide yourself down onto his length. You think you see his eyes
roll back just a little before he blinks at you.
“God you’re tight, haven’t found
anyone willing to settle for a while huh?” You grind slowly against him,
adjusting to his length and how good he feels inside you. That shuts him up
pretty quickly. You’re riding him, you have all the power and he’s just lying
there but for some reason he’s still sweating.
“Says the man so eager to get his
dick wet he pops one the second he’s alone with a girl,” you shoot back. You
anchor your hands against his chest to give you some leverage to move. He seems
mesmerized by your chest for a moment but he must have been listening because
his eyes fly to yours. “Do you want me to get up and leave right now Ian? I
could. I could leave you here aching because you didn’t get to finish.” He
groans and sits up, twisting you around so he’s on top of you. He snaps his
hips against yours sucks at your pulse point until he knows he’s going to leave
an ugly mark.
“No, I don’t want you to leave,” he
says, as he finds a rhythm that makes you shake. “I worked so hard to get your
attention and I intend to keep it.” You don’t even think he realized what he
just admitted to as he grabs your right leg and hooks it around his hip so he
can go deeper. He’s hitting your g-spot on every thrust and your nails are
digging into his back, partially because it feels good and partially just to
leave the marks there. He’s using his left hand to rub the pads of his fingers
over your clit and you have to cover your mouth with your forearm as you come
to shut yourself up.
Ian’s hips stutter for a few
seconds and his quickly pulls out and spills onto your stomach. You had been
planning on mocking his orgasm face, but the way his lips part and his eyes
squeeze shut is actually really endearing. He grabs for his boxers, the only
choice he really has, and wipes you clean with them before tossing them aside
and collapsing right next to you.
You start to sit up and look for
your clothes and he actually looks kind of sad. “What? Do you like to cuddle,”
you tease him. He shrugs and pulls his sweatpants on, wincing a little when he
sees the obvious wet patch on the front of them.
“Yeah. I do, um, I know you hate me
and all but I’m at the Hyatt, Room 635, if you want to um,” he clears his
“Are you asking me to come to your
room to cuddle you?” You ask him incredulously as you pull your shirt back on.
He yanks back on his ripped sweatshirt and grabs his discarded glasses off the
floor. You sigh in defeat and reach out to mix his messy hair and place his hat
back on his head. You pause and look at him, still kneeling over him. He nods,
just once, his head barely even moving.
“You know you didn’t have to drag
my channel just to get me to notice you, asshole,” you snort as you finish
making yourself look presentable. Ian’s got several obvious bruises on his neck
and you feel just a bit of pride that it was you that put them there.
“It wasn’t just to get you to
notice me, I really do think your content needs some work. It just wasn’t quite
bad enough to make a legit content cop on,” he admits scratching at the back on
his neck sheepishly.
“Well your stamina needs some work,
so how about we help each other out,” you tease as you open the closet door,
peaking out to make sure the hall is still empty. It is. The next event isn’t
starting for several hours.
“It’s a deal [y/n]” he agrees,
following you back out into the hallway. You have to part ways as to not seem
suspicious, but you can’t help but notice, as you sit back down where you had
been before, that Ian is playing with the new hole in his sweatshirt.
knows why the Joker keeps on calling you Sally and you answer to it. Are you two
in a weird mood again? Playing games? Messing around? Better not to ask any
questions if one wants to stay alive.
Frost has the flu. It started three
days ago and got worse today so you ordered him to stay in bed. He had a bunch of things assigned from his boss but you convinced your boyfriend to
give him a break. You really don’t want to talk about what it took to get J’s
approval, but it involves a very wild previous night, the sofa in the living
room and the couch on the balcony, handcuffs, two lingerie outfits and ice cream.
Needless to say the Joker is not
happy you are so doting with Jonny.
“Are you dying Frost?” he growls from
the armchair, watching you touch your best friend’s forehead and cheeks to
assess his fever.
“No, sir,” he turns his head towards
a displeased Prince of Crime.
“Would you like to?” the question
comes and you sigh, regretting taking J with you into Jonny’s quarters. Not
that you could have said no since he followed you closely.
“No, Mister J,” Frost replies,
pulling away from you because he realizes he’s walking on thin ice without even
“Then stop touching my woman!” J
barks, pointing his finger towards you two.
“Baby, I’m touching him, OK?” you
state your evident action, not looking his way because it makes it worse; you
don’t want to encourage this behavior.
“Tech-ni-ca-li-ties,” the Joker
grumbles, his blue eyes burning.
“Take this, it’s for body ache,” you
hand over 3 Ibuprofen capsules to Frost with a glass of water, hoping J will
calm down. You feel the intensity of his gaze even if your back is turned. The
gun clicks and you decide to finally glare at your boyfriend.
“Would you like another body ache,
Frost? A more… permanent one?” the words echo in the bedroom, louder and louder
since he’s annoyed and his wrecked temper is starting to show more and more.
“Stop it, baby!” you frown, stepping
in front of the gun. “He’s sick and I’m merely taking care of him.”
J inhales, staring at the ceiling for
a few seconds, deliberating on his next step and lowers his pistol, placing it
back in the holster.
Frost wants to reply but instead you
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how pissed
are you J?”
You always use the scale to have an idea about how mad the Joker is.
“About a 5,” he sniffles, scratching his arm.
“We’re doing good then!” you
cheerfully conclude and go over to kiss your boyfriend as a reward he’s only a
5 even if it seemed it was much worse. J purrs and squeezes you tight in his
arms, glad his possessiveness and jealousy dictate the mood around there.
Jonny begins to cough his lungs out
and J reaches for his gun but you stop his hand and placing it around your
“Noooo, don’t do that,” you continue
to kiss him and peck his lips, then his eyes, then his cheeks all over.
“But why does he have to interrupt,
Princess?” J complains, pulling you in his lap and enjoying you pampering and
showering him with kisses.
“He’s just sick, baby,” you whisper
in his ear, then kiss his neck and… Frost won’t stop coughing and he feels so
weird when you two converse like he’s not even there but he’s used to it. After
such a long time, Jonny knows it’s part of your strategy.
“I think I’m getting to a 7!!” J
angrily admits and you quickly get up, taking his hand and urging him to get
“Oh, no, please don’t get to a 7!
We’re going, Jonny! I’ll be back later to check up on you,” and you drag your
boyfriend out before he completely loses his shit.
“Y/N!!!!!! Y/N!! Hey, Kitten! Com’ere!” he
yells so you can hear him from downstairs.
“What is it?” you rush to see what’s
“Doll, I think I have a hair growing
on my arm!” he shows you the spot by the Bat tattoo.
“Where?” you bring your eyes really
close so you can investigate and there is actually something there. “Oh my God,
baby, you’re growing hair on your body?!” you panic and it doesn’t help the
fact that he’s already displeased to the maximum by the situation.
“Dammit, woman, you’re making it
worse!” The Joker mutters, aggravated to the point of having a tantrum, urging
you to bring the tweezers so you can pluck out the culprit.
You don’t move and really have to let
“I really love you but if you start
growing hair on your body I’ll have to find me another man; I don’t like
hairy guys,” and you lift your shoulders up to emphasize you mean it. Oooooh, that was the wrong thing to say,
even if it’s not true.
J instantly snaps and the only solution
to the perturbation is to inquire:
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how pissed
are you baby?”
“Between 7 and 8!” he shouts back, tossing
his cane to the ground and stepping on it, mad beyond control, and you know you’re
the next to pay but you’re in luck:
“Wanna have angry sex?” you smirk, relieved
(when he’s angry between 7 and 8 you can usually calm him down with sex).
“Yeah!!” J turns his attention
towards you, slamming you on the kitchen counter and starting to rip your
Dodged the bullet there, thank goodness he didn’t reach a 9.
It also turned out it was false alarm: no
hair, just a faded shade of black pen marking, probably from when he was
tracing locations on Gotham’s map and didn’t realize he touched his skin with
it. At least you had a huge smile on your face for the rest of the day because…
did he go crazy on you or what?! And you totally enjoyed it.
The Joker hates that you and Frost have
your thing: you have your jokes, your
stories and all the little things only the two of you know about since you are
best friends. Sometimes it only takes one word and you know what the other is
talking about. The King of Gotham never had a
thing with anybody and it makes him hold a grudge against your friendship.
He knows there is nothing going on between you and Jonny that way but it doesn’t make him less discontent.
You are aware of it because your boyfriend
told you about it once when he was a 6 on the mad scale. You were fighting and in
the heat of the moment he threw that in your face; you didn’t really have a comeback
afterwards since you didn’t know how to handle it. That’s why you are
determined to find a thing that only
you and him can have. So far, no luck.
** When you showed up at the
penthouse with your left cheek all cut up, things escalated faster than
expected. You broke into Van Criss laboratories to extract a new toxin J
wanted to sell on the black market and got ambushed. After a chase, lots of shooting,
a knife fight and your face slashed in the process, you barely made it out of there.
You wanted to make The Joker proud so you sneaked in at night alone, didn’t
take any henchmen with you. Not the best idea you ever had.**
He keeps on furiously pressing the
cuts, attempting to stop the bleeding.
“Fuck, Kitten, what the hell were you
thinking?!” He rarely cusses like this so
you know it’s not a good sign. J is not being gentle and it stings sooooo
bad when the rubbing alcohol is being poured on your fresh wounds. You want to cry badly but you’ve read
somewhere that a person looks 11.33% uglier when they cry and you can’t afford
that right now with your left cheek a mess.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper, trying to
hold the tears in, clinging to his white shirt that has your blood all over. “I-I
got what you wanted though,” you stutter, closing your eyes really tight since the
pain won’t stop.
“Do I really care about that right
now?!” J kicks your leg and it makes you jump. “Who did this to you?” he
snarls, patching and covering with gauze whatever he can, fully aware you’ll
have scars after this solo adventure of yours.
“A-a guard, “ you bury your face in
his chest since he’s done. “Am I… am I gonna be ugly now?!” you sound so
desperate it makes him more enraged.
“Nobody does this to my Pumpkin!” The
Joker reckons with a clenched jaw. “I have to gather our men, we’re going on a
“Where are you going?” you ask with a
muffled voice, still taking refuge in his arms, worried at his impulsiveness.
He ignores you and caresses your hair, absent minded. You feel his body getting
stiff and have to ask:
“Ummm…on a scale of 1 to 10, how
pissed are you baby?”
“A 12!!!” J angrily exclaims, pushing
you away and storming out the door, slamming everything in his way towards the
You are left alone in the middle of
the living room, patched up in bloody bandages; you even forgot to cry: a
12??!!! What is a 12??!! How do you handle it?! It’s not even on the scale!!! It
makes you hysterical: what is The Clown Prince of Crime going to do?!
Well, The Van Criss lab location you
were at earlier tonight got blown up to pieces: it’s all over the news. There
was not a single wall or pole left standing, no survivors.( At least so far
they didn’t find any). The only clue that might tell the authorities what
happened was found on the concrete fence near the South entrance: a laughing mouth,
full of teeth, painted with neon green spray and the inscription on top of it: “Nobody
messes with my girl!”
Your face healed and The Joker was right: you
have deep scars ingrained in your skin. You thought you will hate your new appearance
but actually kind of like it: it suits you. J believes it makes you look badass and that’s more than good enough for you.
The best compliment he found so far
is telling you that you don’t look as bad as Deadpool. Thank you, honey; you know how to make a
girl feel special. T____T
J insisted to give you a face tattoo
on top of your scars to make them look better: black stitches with small bows
at each end. You were very skeptical about the whole project but the King of
Gotham is not used to take no for an answer.
You analyze everything in the mirror
and have to admit J did a good job: the tattoo is a success! Plus, you can
always cover it with make up if you really want to.
You trace the lines with your fingers
“J!! J!!!” you land on top of him
since he’s in bed, watching TV.
“Hmm?” he pretends not to notice you’re almost naked.
“What do these scars remind you of?”
“Ummm…. Deadpool?” he teases and you punch
his shoulder, pouting.
“I know, but tell me anyway, Kitten,”
he slaps your butt, winking at you with that evil smile on his lips.
“My answer is the same unless you enlighten
me Doll,” The Joker purrs, shifting so he’s on top of you.
You reach for his cell and Google
something really fast then show him on the screen:
from Nightmare before Christmas,
baby! My scars almost look like hers,” you excitedly indicate and he chuckles. “I
can be your Sally,” you toss the phone at the end of the bed, wrapping your
arms around his neck. “This will be our
thing: I’myour stitched girlfriend;
what do you think?”
Him staring at you without blinking makes
you nervous. Oh, no, is this taking a bad turn?
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how pissed
are you J?” you sigh, disappointed your idea got dismissed.
“Zero,” J mumbles, roughly kissing you.
“Daddy likes his new Sally,” he snickers, delighted he finally has a thing with somebody. That somebody being his girlfriend makes it even
“Really? You mean it?” you pull on
his bottom lip and J purrs louder.
“Yes, I mean it; now lets get my new
Doll out of these rags.”
Nobody knows why the Joker keeps on
calling you Sally and you answer to it. Are you two in a weird mood again? Playing
games? Messing around? Better not to ask any questions if one wants to stay
alive. After all, nobody dares to upset the Clown Prince of Crime and his Sally.
It could easily escalate to a full blown 12 again.
bring people back from the dead….by making them basically zombies with mind portals you can store shit in…….okay……
can astral project into people’s bodies (with no knowledge of where the people’s minds go when they get pushed out)
lift up really heavy things, is strong in general
form an all-protecting shield or bubble
anything else we gotta add to this ungodly list of jesus’s steven’s powers? cause it’s pretty fucking convoluted and ridiculous already and i can’t wait to learn steven can kill the diamonds with his lazerbeam eyes in season seven
Kinda based on Girls Like U by Blackbear, semi, not really.
“Can we have one more chance at us?”
Genre: suggestive smut & other????
btw this is like hella long
“___, have you ever thought about not fucking around with boys?”, Eva asked me as I sat down with a sub in my hand. “Nope, why would I? I get sex and no relationships. Relationships fuck you over anyway.”, I told her as I unwrapped the sandwich. “I guess but what about when you wanna settle down?” “I’ll find a way, worry about your no sex streak for now.”, I joked. “Hey, my boyfriend’s only been out of town for 3 days.” “Yeah, totally out of town.”, I muttered under her breath.
“Yo, ___, party at mine tonight, you coming?”, Hoseok screamed from another table on campus, making heads turn. I gave him the thumbs up and turned back to my friends. “You coming too, Amber?” “Do you think I wanna miss out on one of Hoseok’s parties? They’re the best!” “What about you, Eva?” “I think I’ll pass.”, she muttered. “Boo!”, Amber and Isla screamed in unison. “Guys, I’m not feeling it, Sam’s out of town anyway.” “That’s why you should go! Have some company, have some fun with your gals!”, Isla told her. “Fine. But only if ___ doesn’t go home with anyone.” “Nope.” “Come on, ___, for us?”, Isla said as she shook my left arm which was holding the sandwich. “Nope. What is your obsession with me sleeping around, anyway? It’s not like everyday I’m at a new person’s house.”, I sternly replied before leaving the table. “Do you think she’s annoyed at us?”, Eva laughed. “Possibly. You know what she’s like when she’s annoyed, she won’t talk to us for a week.”, Isla whined as she plopped back down. “Go fix it then.” “You caused it, you go.”, Amber told her, giving her a death glare.
I walked over to Hoseok’s table, I usually did when one of my friends pissed me off. I know I’m a college student and shouldn’t be so petty but sometimes you gotta be petty. “What you doing here?”, Jungkook asked as I arrived at the table, still holding my sub. “Eva pissed me off, I’m chilling here for now.”, I told them as I sat beside Jimin and Hoseok. “Nothing new then.”, he joked. “You sure you wanna be here with Taehyung and all?”, Jimin whispered. “I can take him, don’t worry.”, I laughed as I turned to Taehyung who was already staring at me. “Hey babe. What you got there?”, he smirked. “ One. I’m not your babe, haven’t been for a year and a half. Two. A fuckin’ sandwich? Are you blind?”, Jimin giggled at my response to Taehyung. “Whatever I’ll see you tonight babe.”, he said as he stood up to leave. “Where you going?”, Hoseok asked the younger guy. “To Vanessa, she’s got notes I need.” “Are you sure you’re just getting notes from her?”, Jungkook joked. “Yeah, I am. She’s shit in bed, trust me on that one.”, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the conversation was occurring as I continued to finish my sub.
“___, come back to our table, Amber and Isla aren’t happy.”, Eva said from behind me. “Who’s this?”, Namjoon asked. “Dude, she’s in your lectures and shit, you know Sam’s girl.”, Seokjin told him. “Sam has a girl?”, Namjoon whispered to Seokjin, in the hopes that Sam’s ‘girl’ wouldn’t hear him. “I’m good.”, I bluntly replied not even turning around to talk to her. “You’re such a child, seriously just come back to the table.” “Nah.”, Jimin couldn’t stop giggling at my pettiness and Namjoon was still questioning the fact that Sam had a girl. “I swear he was single yesterday.”
“Fine stay here with your fuckboy friends, you fit right in.”, she frustratedly replied. “Seriously, why are you so obsessed with my sex life? Is it cuz Sam doesn’t think you’re good enough?”, I replied as I turned to throw away my rubbish. “Take that back.” “I introduced you to him, he tells me a lot. But you know, it’s none of my business since it’s not my sex life.” “___, you can chill out with those burns.”, Jungkook chuckled. “I can’t believe you, I’ll be there tonight, without Sam or you.”, she said, storming off. “But Sam’s gonna be there?”, Namjoon questioned again. “Sam doesn’t think they’re an official thing, she does.”, I told him. “Ohh, that makes more sense.” “He just wanted to distance himself before ‘breaking’ up with her.”, I told him, spilling all the secrets about the ‘relationship’.
“You know, you really upset Eva.”, Amber told me as she got into my car. “Yeah but she has no business talking about my choices regarding sex.”, I told her. “She’s insecure about her relationship, you know that better than anyone.”, Amber sighed out of sympathy. “I’ve taken Sam’s side regarding that. Trust me, I know a lot more than I probably should.” “Eva’s your friend.” “And Sam’s my closer friend.” “Why can’t you two just get along? You guys always have some kind of bone to pick with each other.” “Dude, you know why. Besides I’m happy for you to walk yourself.” “Sorry.”
As soon as I arrived at the party I walked into the kitchen to grab my drink and mingle. “Sam!”, I half shouted to catch his attention. “___! Eva’s here?” “Yep, she and I argued this morning so I’m avoiding the shit out of her.” “What did you argue about?”, he chuckled before sipping his beer. “My sex choices and the fact that she’s not good in bed.” “You told her that?” “Well you guy aren’t even a thing in your eyes.”, I laughed. “Dude, I know but I still have to fake break up with this girl.”, he said, soon realising how ridiculous he sounded. “Can I crash at yours tonight? I’ve been over at Jimin’s for way too long.” “Knock yourself out, man. I’ll see you later tonight.”
Later that night I found myself in the bathroom with two people who were making out in the bathtub. “Do you guys mind if I pee? Like everywhere else is locked.”, I told them. “Knock yourself out.”, the girl replied. Just as I opened the door to leave and make my way back to the main room, Taehyung swung the door wide open. “I need to pee, move.” I moved out of his way but didn’t leave in order to admire his body and facial structure. “Why are you still here? Are you that desperate to see my dick again?”, he smirked. “In your dreams, I’m just gonna help you not crash into someone, you’re piss drunk, dude.” “And you’re cute, suck my dick?” “Nope, especially not after you just pissed.”
Lies Pairing: Tyler Coe/Reader Rating: PG-13? Word Count: 4,807 Summary: “Reader doesn’t want to go to her high school reunion alone, so good guy Tyler Coe offers to go with, and when one of the washed up former jock tries to put the moves on reader Tyler is REAL good at being fake jealous (but spoiler alert it isn’t really fake jealousy it’s real jealousy and shit)” commission for @memes-luna
Summary: Romance is taken entirely to a new level for a young man when he falls for a girl who has him wrapped around her finger without her completely realizing what she was doing to him. Originally posted by cyyphr
Music blasted loudly from every corner of the living room, mingled with the idle chatter and drunken laughter of the teenagers with a alcoholic beverage in their hands. This campus fraternity had a reputation for throwing the wildest parties and pulling the most dangerous pranks. While its members were some of the most social butterflies and the most popular students attending the college. Although their parties were common, this celebration was very special, as the sister fraternity was welcoming their most recent member.
Instead of choosing to mingle around with strangers, you stood in the corner of the living room with a styrofoam cup in your hand full of something that reeked of bitter beer. Your lips were pursed slightly in distaste as you watched partygoers carelessly dance the night away. There was nothing more that you desired than to be laying comfortably in your bedroom with a good book. Setting your untouched drink down onto the table, you scan the room once again with bored eyes.
“Join the party, she said. It’ll be a blast, she said.” You mumble bitterly after searching the crowd for Hyuna, but no luck in finding the brunette. She had promised to keep you company for your welcoming party, but you hadn’t spotted her since the party started. Sighing, you pick up your cup again and tilt your head back quickly as your mouth soon takes on the taste of tart beer.
“Slow down there, babe. I know this is your party, but don’t get drunk immediately.” A young man seated beside you chuckled softly, studying you with bright mischievous eyes. You lowered your cup, glancing the stranger with a skeptical gaze. Sure, he was extremely handsome, but that wasn’t an excuse to talk to him.
“This is going to sound rude, but who are you and why the hell are you talking to me?” He finds your response hilarious, seeing as he laughs lightheartedly at your words. He shakes him head in amusement, letting his laughter die down before holding his hand out towards you.
“How rude of me. I’m Taehyung, I’m one of the members of the fraternity next door.” Your fingers softly grip on his palm as you give it a firm shake. It made sense that he would be attending the party if he was from the Sonyeondan fraternity. They were just as much as parties as your fraternity was.
“I’ve heard quite a bit about the amazing (Full Name), but they weren’t kidding about how beautiful you are.” Taehyung winks playfully as his arm wraps over your shoulder. At the action, you’re pulled closer to his body, making your cheeks flush at the sudden extra body heat.
Sighing, you duck under his hold and scoot farther away with a bittersweet smile on your lips. “How many girls have you used that on, Taehyung? I’ve heard that you’re a bit of a flirt, but this is just disappointing,” Your voice sounds like you’re speaking to a child as your fingers delicately grab his chin.
Taehyung’s cheeks are now a faint shade of scarlet as his face is brought closer to yours. “You’re going to try a little harder if you want to trick me, sweetheart.” Your lips are close to his earlobe and whisper the words into his eardrum as your grip on his chin loosens. His mouth is opened slightly out surprise and you smile as if nothing had happened.
You hum delightedly under your breath as you stood up from your seat and leave him in the crowded living room. When you enter the kitchen, your shoulders are immediately in Hyuna’s tight grip. “Do you know what you just did?” She squeals excitedly, holding your hands in her own. You peek from the kitchen doorway to see Taehyung sitting with his friends, dazedly staring at the carpet. Giggling softly, you take another sip of your beer.
“Only a freshman and you already have some admirers.” Hyuna nudges your shoulder teasingly, laughing giddily. Your cheeks flush and her laughter grows louder. Sighing softly, your lips form a grin when you nudged her in return with no mercy, making her yelp.
“Hey, stop spacing out. You’re starting to freak me out.” Namjoon lightly slaps the back of Taehyung’s head, who is brought back from his train of thought. He stares at his older friend with dazed eyes as he answers with a confused ‘hmm.’
“I know that look, Taehyung. Alright, which one is she?” Namjoon smiles mischievously as he looks around the crowds for any girl that could’ve caught the boy’s interest. Said boy does not respond, but only turns his attention to the kitchen where he can see the familiar face of the mysterious girl with the president of this fraternity.
“You are seriously whipped, you know that?” Taehyung ignores his hyung’s statement as he takes another long drink from his cup and continuing to stare at you from afar. He received another slap to the back of his head, this time from Yoongi.
“Get your ducks in a row and go talk to her again. Don’t think that I didn’t see what was happening earlier.” He mumbles sleepily, readjusting his beanie. Taehyung sighs, shaking his head in response.
“This is a first. The famous Kim Taehyung can’t talk to a girl.” Namjoon chuckles, subtly laughing at his friend’s behavior.
“It’s not that I can’t talk to her-wait. Where did hyung go?” The boy searches for his older friend until he turns to your direction seeing that you were already speaking to him.
Hyuna had left and returned to the crowds to find the others to spill the event, leaving you to drink from your plastic cup. You are surprised to feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see the one and only Min Yoongi. “Can you do me a favor and give my friend your number?” Your eyes widen as his blunt sentence. His thumb is pointed back to the couch where Taehyung watched with horrified eyes.
You clear your throats and force yourself to not burst out of laughter. “Um, no problem. Tell him I’ll give it to him in class tomorrow.” Yoongi nods his head curtly as he returns to the couch, where you see Taehyung whine to him with a pout on his lips. You snicker as you turn on your heel and finally lock yourself in your room for the rest of the evening.
In the morning during class, Taehyung is surprised when you come sit next to his desk before the lesson starts and hand him a piece of scrap paper. He decided to play it cool and open it until you left. His even more shocked to see the message on the paper and chases after you once the bell rang.
‘Did you think that it’s be that easy, sweetheart? You’ll have to try a little harder. Cheer up, baby. I’m willing to give you a chance.’
I want to find a nice girl, who loves to sing and dance, but also is a little shy. I want to brush her hair out of her eyes so I can see into them. I want to feel her arms wrap around me in the middle of the night when she gets cold. I want to make her laugh when she’s sad, and make her smile when she’s mad. I want a girl who understands that shit happens and that it’s not the end of the world if things don’t always go as planned. I want to wake up and see her next to me, in my old hoodie, and a pair of boxers. I want to make her coffee and ask her about her plans for the day. I want to hear how none of what she thought she was going to do happened later that night. I to have hypothetical debates about the most random things, and make inside jokes out of them. I want to make dinner plans, and then just order pizza. I want to play with her rings as she holds my hand, and kiss them every so often to remind her that I never want to let her go. When she believes in something, I want to support her and help her achieve her goals. I want to get a puppy and then argue who’s it is when it gets in trouble. I want to go on random adventures, or do nothing all day, as long as she’s with me. I want to kiss her for no reason other than having her in my life makes me happy. I want to bicker about paint colors, and decor. DAMN IT, I WANT A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!!!
"sometimes you just gotta post some stupid shit" the next day "if you post stupid shit you're in a cult of tryhards"
nah dawg im not saying that. when i said the thing yesterday i meant stupid shit that makes you laugh, or stupid shit that you just want to do to see if you can do it.
the tryhard thing was referring to the people who are very clearly trying to imitate and copy people who are already popular. its like those lets play channels that copy huge lets play channels, but it gets to the point where theyre all the same people with all the same jokes and all the same intros (“hey WHAT is going on everyone”).
The Joker loves having “rehearsal
therapy sessions” with you just in case he will end up at Arkham again. The
truth is he enjoys playing games and so do you. UNTIL…
“So ,baby, how are you feeling
today?” you ask, readjusting your eyeglasses and looking at him. J is tide up
in his straitjacket and you even ordered him custom sweatpants with Arkham logo,
this way it feels more…official.
“Aroused!” he replies, bouncing his
legs up and down like a kid, winking at you. “And you can’t call me baby, you
know that. You have to call me Mister Joker.”
You roll your eyes and sigh:
“Kaayyyy, Mister Joker, then you can’t call me anything but Doctor Y/N, you
know the rule.”
“Since when you’re a doctor,
“Since you’ve became …Mister Joker,”
you lift your eyebrows, glaring his way.
“Sassy, aren’t we?”
“Are you really talking like this
when you are at Arkham?”, you cut him off, annoyed.
“More or less.”
“Pfftt, I’m surprised they keep you
there, I wouldn’t,” you scoff, thinking of your next questions.
“I really like your lab coat, doc,” J
keeps on yapping, ignoring what you just said.
“Yeah, special order so it looks even
more real. Anyway, next question: tell me about your parents, your mom for
“My mom was a striper,” J pouts,
pretending to be sad.
“No, she wasn’t,” you interrupt.
“How would you know?”
“I just do, oh my God, you’re not
taking this seriously today, might as well stop,” you anxiously tap on your
clipboard with your pen, sulking.
“We never take this seriously,
Kitten, it’s for fun.” The Joker’s eye narrow, suspiciously analyzing you.
“Nothing!” you immediately bounce
back, trying to change your attitude to a more cheerful one. Crap, he noticed you’re distracted. How
could you not be when you plan to make your move soon and he doesn’t even know
yet? Of course you’re nervous, but it is for the best. You have to be more
careful, he can’t catch on. Your plan
must go smooth. Jesus, it’s going to be hard though…
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls, wanting
to get up from his armchair.
“Sit down, baby, it’s all good. Oops,
sorry…Mister Joker,” you giggle, apologizing, keeping that huge, fake smile on
In the meantime, Frost wants to get
in the office to talk to you two but he is stopped by the other henchmen.
“Don’t even dare knocking,” Richard
“Why, what’s going on?”
“He’s in a <therapy session>
again,” Richard dramatically uses his fingers for the quote-unquote gestures.
“Again?! It’s the 3rd time
this week,” Jonny frowns, unhappy he has to wait now.
Joe lifts his shoulders, knowing
there is nothing they can do.
“You know they like to pretend
they’re at Arkham, it’s their…thing.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’ll be back in
about an hour, maybe they’re be done.”
“Not if they wanna have even more fun
after the session,” Richard elbows
“I can’t wait that long, I have
important things I have to tell them,” Jonny takes a deep breath, aggravated.
“Don’t matter, man, it’ll have to
wait. If you disturb them, it’s on you. I don’t want the boss to kill me.”
In the meantime, you manage to trick
your boyfriend that everything is fine and you continue your fake interview
“Can you tell me something about your
dad?” you utter, pretending to write down the answer.
“My dad was a striper.”
You burst out laughing.
“Jeez, Mister Joker, you really gotta
use that if they catch you again. Do they really buy this crap at Arkham?”
“They have no choice, because I tell
them what I want,” he bites his lips, roaring your way. “But you sure look sexy
in your new lab coat, Doctor Y/N.”
“Baby, do you ever flirt like this
when you’re in there?!” you suddenly realize it and it’s kind of pissing you
“Whaaa’? Ne-e-ver! E-ver!” He
didn’t even realize you didn’t call him Mister Joker, you’re onto something
“That sounded so unconvincing,” you
shake your head, closing one eye and sucking on your cheeks, unamused. Perfect occasion to do what you have to do.
You stand up from the couch and go
and sit in his lap. You start caressing his green hair, and then hug him tight.
“What’s wrong, Pumpkin? You have to
tell me,” he moves around in his jacket, trying to loosen it. You didn’t really
tied him up that bad.
“Nothing, I just want to have some fun,”
you flutter your eyelashes at him and get up, go at his desk and take out the
“Ohhhh, yeah, let’s get kinky,” J
purrs, anticipating all the fun you’ll have, forgetting he sensed something not
quite right going on.
“I’m so taking advantage of you,
baby,” you giggle, starting to go around him with the duct tape until his upper
body is completely stuck to the chair.
“You’re such a bad girl, I love it!”
he grins at you and doesn’t understand why you look so upset out of the sudden.
“Ok, what is it? It’s driving me nuts,” he asks, antagonized.
You take off your lab coat and you
glasses and place them on the desk.
“I’m doing this for you, so please
don’t come looking for me, OK?”
Your voice is getting a bit shaky.
“I’m really going to miss you, even if you’re a jerk…” you swallow the lump in
your throat as you rip a small piece of duct tape from the roll. “ But you’re
my jerk and I want you to know you’ll always be my favorite boyfriend,” you
sadly smile, leaning over to kiss him.
“What are you talking about, baby
You kiss him again, not answering and
placing the duct tape on his mouth.
“Don’t worry, the boys will find you
shortly, I just need a head start. Don’t look for me, will you?… Please?…
If I’m gone you’ll be safer,” you whimper and you stare in his eyes that got a
shade darker. You stroke his cheek and
then abruptly pull yourself together and leave the office, leaving him
muttering and struggling to escape, confused and mad at the whole thing.
You didn’t want him to know how you’ve been approached by Gotham’s Secret
Service and offered a deal that will erase your heavy police record in exchange of turning him over
to them. You debated for 20 seconds before you already knew you won’t do
such a thing; you’re nobody’s puppet. You want to disappear and leave town,
maybe even the country if you can. Double crossing the Secret Service seems
like a good idea, even if it means leaving the Joker behind. Like you told him, it’s for his own good.
Too bad you got caught at the airport
and place in supposedly federal care (or so they told you because the prison
you’re in doesn’t resemble Arkham or anything like it). They “accidentally”
bruise you up very often, they interrogate you at least once a day and they
medicate you against your will with God knows what until you don’t feel like
yourself anymore. But you don’t tell them anything even if they probably want
to kill you for not disclosing where the Prince of Crime is.
Four months have passed and nothing
has changed. Oh, something did: they dislocated your shoulder so now they have
to place you in a special type of straitjacket.Today
is just another day. You are so groggy from the pills you don’t even fight the guards anymore while they place you in the garment. The security kind of has to drag
you to the interview room and they have no problems this time in locking up the
chains around your ankles to the floor. You usually put up a fight which
triggers them to “Accidentally” slam you around,punch and kick you until
they get tired.
You keep on glaring at the floor,
tired as hell, having a hard time concentrating.
“So, are you going to tell us where
the Joker is? I see you have a bruised eye and busted lip already. You know we
can do better than that!” you hear the man’s deep voice addressing you.
“I’m not telling you shit, I don’t
care what you do to me,” you manage to say, yawning.
“It will be easier for you if you
just give in or there will be more consequences, you know that, right?”
You huff, almost dozing off: “ More
consequences than this? Even my boyfriend didn’t do this to me and he’s pretty
“So you admit The Joker is your
“U-humm,” you whisper, trying to stay
“Is he a jerk?”
“Ha!” you immediately have an
outburst of energy but you still keep your eyes closed…“He can be…”
“Is he good in bed? Did he satisfy
your needs when you were with him?”
Even if you’re half asleep, you
realize these are very unprofessional questions.
“What ?! It’s
none of your business.”
“Do you miss seeing him naked?”
“W-whaaatt?” you finally lift your
eyes, slowly blinking.
“Jeez, what did they give you?” the
man looks in the papers, trying to find the answer.“Auch, they gave that to me
too when I was locked away, totally hated it.”
His voice changed and you feel your
heart beating faster. Your cloudy vision rests on the man in front of you:
black eyes, long black hair, perfect porcelain capped teeth and such a familiar
“Jesus Christ!” you almost shout,
realizing it’s J in front of you in perfect disguise.
“No, not really, I go by Doctor…ummm”
he looks down at the name tag, “Jack Green… I guess?! Please address me as
such, I didn’t spend all those years going to college for nothing.”
You can’t make a single sound.
He snickers, amused:
“Wow, Princess, I’m seriously
considering getting a new girlfriend: you look like shit!”
“Jerk…” you whisper, your eyes
“Did they hide you well or what? Took
me forever to find you, this is no Arkham. We’re coming tonight to get you out so be ready. It’s gonna be a tough one,” he
gets up and wants to step away but he hears you sobbing and changes his mind.
J comes in front of you, pushes your
chair back and sits in your lap. He
wipes your tears, his smirk disappearing as he traces your bruises and your cut
“What the fuck were you thinking,
hmmm? Look what they did to you. Crazy woman, if you ever do that to me again
I’m going to kill you myself, got it?”
You start crying harder.
“Dammit, stop crying, I’m not gonna
kill you, I’m just joking,” he tries to calm you down, kissing your cheek.
“Where are you silver teeth?” you
bawl, upset they’re gone.
“I needed a perfect disguise for this
place and I had to change them. The things I do for you,” he rolls his eyes, exasperated.
“That’s why you’re crying harder? Because of my teeth?!”
You nod a “Yes” through tears.
“You looks scary like this, you’re freaking me out,” you cry
some more, burring your face in his chest, sniffling.
“I look scary like this?! With normal
“Yeahhh, please get the silver teeth
baaaaccckkkk,” you cry your eyes out and wipe your nose on his coat since you’re
tied up in your straitjacket and can’t do too much.
“Classy, baby Doll, you’re such a
classy woman,” J smiles, teasing you.
“Shut up,” you press your head
against his, snorting. “And get off me, my legs are getting numb,” you pout,
pretending to be upset but you can’t remember being so happy before.
“Fine, I have to go anyway! “ he gets
his folder and heads towards the metal door. You hear a mumble.
“What did you say, J?” you inquire, not sure if he really said something.
“I said I missed you,” he replies, grouchy
you made him repeat. ”Never mind, I take it back, I didn’t. Get ready for
“You’re such a jerk!” you shout, but you
know he’s just playing around.
“It’s doctor Jack Green, I told you!” he winks at you before he exits the
room. “Have some respect!”
I know of someone who had been at Big Box Store X for about a month, and they can already say it sucks and that they don’t see it getting any better. Being a cart wrangler, Employee X anticipated getting shit on by the higher ups, however there was one instance where a customer shit his pants and tried to flush the shitty underwear down the toilet, however it did not go down, so after the customer wiped he proceded to go more on top of the toilet paper wall and shitty underpants.
Also, we’re guessing when he was taking off the pants that poo was spilling out the underwear because there was shit all over the floor and on top of the toilet. This employee was told to clean it up and that’s it.
They didn’t give Employee X anything, just a fucking plunger. So Employee X had to scramble to find anything that they thought would clean it up and get rid of the smell, along with layers of gloves.
Then after it’s all finished, Employee X is walking back, and then gets bitched at that there are no carts at the entrances.
Employee X was just in the middle of a bio hazard and it took a while to clean it all up. Maybe if the idiot boss scheduled more than one cart wrangler then the store wouldn’t have this problem. Or better yet that customer should show some civility and not do that in a store bathroom.
Okay, okay, so I’ve seen a bit of the Karamel relationship for myself now, and I definitely like what I’m seeing. Love the whole “star-crossed lovers” trope they’re doing. Two kids from rival planets falling in love is classic. Mon-el learning Earth culture is also quite possibly one of the greatest things ever (he called Kara’s mom a babe, oh my god). I feel like him adjusting to Earth is going to end up being everything I ever wanted to see with Hook adjusting to Storybrooke on OUAT. I seriously wish we had more scenes where he was trying to figure out modern technology. That would have been awesome, but I’ll definitely take all I can get with Mon-el. Oh, and we also have Mon-el already being snarky and somewhat flirty with Kara, and sometimes you can tell she’s feeling it, but then she’s like “oh, shit, no.” Definitely giving me the CS feels on that front. This is just what I’ve gotten from their first interactions, so stay tuned for more.
Rumor has it olicity is gonna rebuild in 5x20. Another person said they DM'd the pap who complained and they said Stephen and Emily are filming a post coitus scene and that it's a closed set. Dunno how legit that that is but as an olicity shipper I'm excited. I just hope it feels earned after all the tainting and slander these writers did towards olicity this season. I wonder what could possibly change between 15 episodes of keeping olicity apart and 5 episodes of bringing them back together. 👀
I honestly don’t see how they are going to get from where they are to that in five episodes, especially with Dragon Lady still in play. Actually, the only thing I can really think of at the moment is that things are going to get substantially worse. As in shit has hit multiple fans. Everything has come to light, they know who Prometheus is, Helix has betrayed Felicity (maybe she’s already on the run from police), Oliver has been outed as the Green Arrow/Cop Killer, and they’re hiding out in wherever that really creepy picture that Marc posted is. Obviously, that’s not the most ideal place for things to happen between Oliver and Felicity, but it’s not about everything being perfect.
I think it’s going to be a really desperate i need you so much kind of a sex scene. They’re entire worlds are falling apart before their eyes and it’s come down to these two. They can’t ask their friends to go further into hell with them. This is it. In a perfect world there would be apologies, but I can see it being more like “I’m stupid. We’re stupid. What the hell are we doing. This could be our last moment together.” and bam sexy times and a parallel to 3x20 when they also thought that was the last time they would be with each other.
the hogwarts!got7 au that no one asked for but I desperately needed
warning: slowest burn but super fluffy
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a/n: hi, this is weird for me to write but tumblr and this world is generally lacking a got7 hogwarts au so here I am. my biggest inspiration for this and what gave me the idea of this was cosykims bts’ hogwarts series . Check it out cause it’s amazing and I love it! also make sure to read my post ‘got7 and their hogwart houses’ so you know what the other boys houses are because they will be mentioned.
okay so imma start of with the visuals of markiepoo in gryffindor
so i see mark with his brown hair that goes over his forehead like in the fly era cause that shit was truly magical
and like he’s always got his uniform in top not condition cause papa tuan was like ‘boi you better stay clean’
so he always has his shoes polished and his shirt tucked in and just lOOKS LIKE A PRINCE
like he looks like he owns the place
and i see him being a prefect and jackson being super pissed and bitter but also proud and supporting
cause mark just seems like that ok
but let’s talk about when he first got to hogwarts
the sorting hat was so conflicted cause like ‘whERE DO YOU GO’
he was debating putting mark in ravenclaw but he was like ‘naH no i ain’t doing it’
so after forty seconds the sorting has was like “fuck it HE IN GRYFFINDOr”
he was like ‘well ok then’
and when you first meet mark it was super awkward
like you were in the great hall making your way towards the hufflepuff table and all of a sudden bAm
someone bumps into you and grape juice kinda spills soMEHOW???
and mark was like ‘ummmmmm… fuck’
and you were like ‘omG MY UNIFORM whyyyyy’
so you were looking for tissues and trying to clean yourself
and poor mark was trying to help but you didnt notice him
so at this point mark was trying to clean it off your cHEST
Hi! Could I get some prompts where a person discovers their best friend has been kidnapped for a second time? Thank you so much!
Hey! I can try my best to help, here you go;
“We have *characters best friends name*, if you want to see them alive again then meet us-”
“Are you kidding me? Again? Who the hell is this?”
(police officer opens knocks on the door of person A’s house)
“Good evening officer.”
“Evening, we are here to discuss the kidnapping of Person B.”
“Oh, pretty sure we already got them back?”
“No, this kidnapping took place two hours ago.”
If a comedic approach isn’t what you were going for (its too ironic not to make it funny) then having your character become completed paranoid would be a good response to the situation. Hope this helped <3