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Drabble Prompt: “Can you struggle a little? I feel like you’re taking this way too calmly and I’m worried.“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @torn-and-frayed

“Happy Birthday, sexy!” Your boyfriend exclaims when he saunters into your best friend’s house.

“Thanks, sexy!” You sass jumping up, wrapping your arms and legs around the insanely gorgeous man.

“You made it.” You whisper into his ear sounding muffled.

“Of course I made it, gorgeous. I would never miss this.” He whispers back leaning his forehead on yours.

“Ok ok. There’s other people here, you fuckers!” Jared cracks making you bury your face into Jensen’s neck, trying to hide flushed cheeks.

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Workout Partner

Requested! Keep them coming!!!

“Babe?” Shawn asks as he almost runs into you in the closet. “What are you doin?” He just got out of the bathroom, going to grab his workout clothes. 

“Getting ready?” You say grabbing a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra.

“You’re coming?!?” He asks getting excited. 

He’s only been asking you to go to the gym with him since you guys started dating. Claiming that it would be extra time that you guys would get to spend with each other. That it would help create this trust between the two of you. 

You worked out on your own, you usually went at night before bed, but it just started to make sense. He goes to the gym everyday, you do too, why not just together. 

“Yeah, I’m coming.” You laugh as you walk past him. He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him.

“I love you.” He grins before kissing you. You kiss back, giggling, and pull away. 


The music in the jeep is blaring, both of your guys’ pre workout. It helps him get pumped, and you to wake up. 

“Ready?” He ask taking your hand as he parks. “Geoff is already here.”

“Oh joy.” You mumble, you hate working out in front of others. 

“Come on!” He says getting out. You follow grabbing your water bottle. 

“Hey man.” Geoff says as Shawn walks in first, then you walk past the both of them to head to the elliptical’s. 

“Finally convinced you huh?” Geoff smirks, Shawn laughs and you roll your eyes at both of time. 

“She’s not a morning person, but she’ll get there.” Shawn pats Geoff’s shoulder.

You put your headphones in and start your workout. 

You can’t help but watch Shawn through the mirror, he’s lifting weights. The way his muscles flex with ever curl is beautiful, hottest thing you’ve seen. He catches your gaze and winks at you. Making you that much hotter. 

You get off the elliptical, once you’ve done your daily 20 minutes, heading over to him. He smiles at you, setting his weights down.

“Wanna spot me?” You ask quietly. He smirks and nods. 

He spots you as you start doing squats. 

Geoff is on the treadmill with his headphones in, oblivious to you two. 

“Your ass looks fucking amazing.” Shawn mutters into your ear as you stand up. You blush a dark shade of pink and turn to face him. 

“Yeah you should see your arms.” You smirk at him. 

“I told you working out together was a good idea.” He laughs kissing you quickly.

“Yeah,” You hum pulling away. He smacks your ass as you start to walk away from him. 

“Geoff I bet I can lift more than you.” Shawn says pointing at Geoff.

“Come on Shawn, be honest, we all know that that’s bullshit.” He says walking over. You laugh and Shawn looks over at you.

“What? You think that’s funny?” He says wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Yeah a little.” 

“Tell you what, lets make a bet. If I lift more than Geoff, he buys breakfast and I get off early tonight.” He says looking at Geoff.

“Ohh, I like that.” You pipe up. 

“And when I win?” Geoff says crossing his arms.

“Then I buy breakfast and you get off early tonight.” Shawn says with a shrug. He turns to you. “And I owe you a kiss.” 

“Make it two and I’m in.” You smirk.

“Deal.” He puts his hand out. You shake it and so does Geoff.


“Thanks for breakfast.” You say wiping your mouth. 

“Yeah Shawn, thanks for breakfast.” Geoff laughs as he gets up from the table. Shawn grumbles something and you laugh patting his leg.

“I could of added one more.” He says to no one but himself.

“Yeah sure you could have Honey.” You say smiling. He looks at you and grins.

“I think I owe you two kisses though.” He whispers leaning in.

“Shouldn’t I get to decide when I want to cash those in?” You ask smirking. He laughs but still leans in. You decide to be a tease and lean in to, ghosting your lips over his, then getting up and walking away.

“Hey!” He whines. He follows you out to the jeep, after throwing a fifty on the table.”Come here.” He says taking your hand, making you laugh. 


“You are such a tease,” He mumbles before connecting your lips. 

It gets heated, quickly and you push him away.

“Why?” He asks looking into your eyes.

“Shawn, look at where we are. That’s all we need, paps getting pictures of us in a heated make out session. I can see it now, ‘Shawn Mendes and Girlfriend, relationship heating up, wedding bells soon?’” You mimic a reporters voice.

He laughs and blushes. Running his fingers through his hair.

“You’re right, they’d probably come up with some shit like ‘Pregnant after six months together.’“ He jokes.

“With Twins!” You keep going.

“Already divorced.” He chuckles opening your door. 

“No,” You shake your head, catching his attention. “Very much in love.” You whisper kissing him again before getting in.

“Very much.” He whispers pulling away. 


A follow up to the posts about the Nazi art (drawn by a Klance artist), the Pride Parade Klance sign & all those edits where Sheith scenes in canon got turned into Klance ROMANTIC scenes by people who constantly spam “I ONLY SEE THEM AS BROTHERS, BROGANES, THAT’S SUCH A PLATONIC BROGANES SCENE” everywhere.

NOTE: This is referring to the Klancedom, NOT Klance shippers. If you do NOT do any of these things, this post is NOT talking about you.

This interview has been approved of by MisterPoofOfficial (names were blacked out at her request).

Do NOT harass any of these people in the screenshots.

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Just coz I wanna see you fond, can you describe Lou in gifs? x

I don’t even know if you’re ready I’m already so sorry no I’m not cos this is he:

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reading-through-the-night  asked:

Both in 1 fic, Nessian! 😘 -The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here -The Classic™: The hotel only has a king sized bed, I guess we’re sharing

OMG! I love that you saw that tag <3 Thank you so much ily

Also, you maybe wanted smut but it turns out all I have in me today is angst and a dash of fluff.

By the time they made it to the inn, Nesta’s feet were dragging, her lower back aching. She couldn’t believe she had just sat there and allowed Amren to convince Rhysand that she was the one who needed to track down these missing relics. That she had to continue “practicing her skills”. As if she cared for one minute about faerie relics and whether or not they were ever found.

She had a sneaking suspicion that these “relics” were a figment of the High Lord’s imagination. A suspicion that had grown when Cassian was suddenly “the only one available” to accompany her, for her “protection”. And especially when Feyre and Rhys gave each other that look. That look they gave each other when they were having a silent conversation about her, about them. Still, doing something was better than sitting around while everyone continued to tip toe around her.  

It was just unfortunate that getting out of Velaris meant being alone with Cassian. Alone. Where Cassian finally stopped pretending everything was normal between them. Where he didn’t feel the need to put on a show for the others, to maintain the facade of sarcastic general.

When they were alone, he was silent. He had yet to breach the gulf that had grown between them since that day on the edge of the forest. That day Hybern had nearly torn him to shreds. The day she had placed her body over his.

If he wasn’t going to say anything about it, neither was she. If that made her a coward, well… That was nothing new. But Cassian had gotten more and more irritable as the day had dragged on. Snapping at her and stomping through the woods as she continued to try to “feel” where these relics might be. She was about ready to shove him from the nearest cliff when they finally saw the lights of the inn reflecting off the snow.

Nesta was dragging her hand over the back of her neck, trying to dislodge the wet hair that was plastered there, when it finally registered what Cassian and the innkeeper were talking about.

“You’re telling me that there are no rooms with two beds left in this entire inn?”

“I’m s-sorry sir, we’re almost completely-”

“Fine. Give me the key.”

The small man handed over the keys and barely stuttered out the explanation of how to get to our room and the washrooms before Cassian was stalking off. Our room. Nesta paused for a moment at the front desk before grudgingly following Cassian. When she caught up he was heading up the stairs, wings tucked in tight, shoulders tense. He gave her half a glance over his shoulder.

“I’m used to sleeping on the ground, it’s fine.”

“Fine.” Nesta certainly didn’t care where he slept tonight. Not with the way he had acted towards her today. Still, she found herself watching him. She could tell by his face that he was tired, and when he thought she wasn’t looking he would rub his thigh. The thigh that hybern had smashed. The thigh that she knew he still favored.

They didn’t speak another word to each other as they separated to wash up and change into dry clothes. When she came back into the room, he had already taken one of the pillows and placed in on the floor, positioning himself between the bed and the door. When she yanked back the covers and slid underneath them, he leaned up to the dresser to dim their lone lantern- the only source of light in the room. Apparently, all of the rooms with fireplaces were taken as well.

They lay there in silence as the minutes dragged on and on. She knew he wasn’t asleep. He kept repositioning and releasing harsh sighs. The tension in the room was almost enough to distract her from how very ineffective her thin blanket was to keep her warm. And she was just pissed off enough and it was just dark enough in the room for her to decided she’d had enough.

“If you have something to say to me I wish you would just say it instead of huffing and puffing down there.”

“Go to sleep, Nesta.”

“I’m not falling asleep in this frozen cave any time soon and neither are you. So either say what’s on your mind or spare me your silent judgement.”

“I’m not judging you.”

Another moment of silence, then, “I tried to finally fulfill the promise I made you and you wouldn’t let me keep it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You keep-” he paused, and she knew he was shaking his head. “I try to protect you and you just keep putting yourself in harm’s way.”

“That happened once.”

“And it was precisely the moment I told you to run!”, he snapped.

“You don’t get to order me to do anything, Cassian. And I’m not going to apologize for my decision that day.”

“You were going to sacrifice yourself for no reason.”

“I can sacrifice myself whenever and for whoever I wish. That is my choice, not yours.”

His voice was muffled and she could tell he was dragging his hands over his face. “Why do people keep saying this type of shit to me. I’m a commander for gods’ sake I don’t need people sacrificing themselves for me.” His voice had became thicker as he spoke and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Would you get your ass up here already so I can see you?”

He sighed again and she rolled her eyes. “Besides, I’m freezing up here and all those pounds have to be good for something.”

He huffed a laugh and there was a long moment where she was sure he wasn’t going to move. Then the wood floor groaned and she propped herself up on an elbow to see him staring at her.

She left her warmed sliver of mattress to roll over to the side of the bed and felt it dip behind her as he sat down.

“I thought you wanted to see me.”

“Just shut up and lay down.”

He moved slowly, as if trying not to disturb the bed too much, and when he stopped moving she looked over her shoulder to find that he had left a large berth between them, he wings hanging off the side of the bed. He was rubbing his eyes with his forefinger and thumb before she grabbed his hand and pulled. His eyes widened as she continued to position them until he was pressed up against her. Her arm slung over his to hold it against her, their fingers entwined.

Finally, finally, he responded. He moved his other arm to worm it under her neck, bending his knees to press into hers.

“If you’re allowed to put yourself in harm’s way then so am I. If you’re allowed to tell me to run then I’m allowed to ignore you.” His only response was to pull her closer and burrow his head into her hair.

They lay there in silence together. This time the silence was easier, comforting; their breath syncing while she felt the thump of his heartbeat against her back. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed and he moved his hand so he could drag it down the length of her arm, back and forth. She finally felt sleep pulling at her, and she was just about to succumb to it’s lull when Cassian lifted his head slightly to place his lips at the shell of her ear.

“We have more things to talk about, you and I.”

“I know. Tomorrow.”

He kissed her hair and behind her closed lids she felt the world get darker. She opened her eyes to see he had draped his wing over them both, shielding them from the cold. It took her a moment to realize that the sensation that came over her was not just from the warmth, but from an overwhelming sense of comfort and safety she felt with him surrounding her.

Shit I’ve Said in a Haunted House Starters

I went to a haunted house tonight, and I’m not phased by them because I play an obscene amount of horror games. Here are some of my best reactions from tonight’s Haunted Graveyard. They’re totally out of context.

  • “Lady, I’m pretty sure that religion is the scariest thing in this place.”
  • “This bitch is coming out of the walls.”
  • “Wow. You look like you’re on fire. That’s hot.”
  • “I’m sorry, Satan already owns my soul.”
  • “Well that guy doesn’t look like he’s having a swell time.”
  • “Does this portal lead to the reality where Donald Trump isn’t president? Can I go there?”
  • “I don’t know about you, but that sounded like she was into bestiality to me.”
  • “See ya later Lara Croft rip off. Sorry you’re trapped.”
  • “Is that blood or barbecue sauce? ‘Cause it smells like barbecue sauce. Are we feeding Satan chicken?”
  • “No, I’m not scared of the lights. I just think you have a electrical problem.”
  • “Yes, I have a complaint. Why does it smell like old people in here?”
  • “Oh shit. Do you have free samples of that? I’m kinda hungry.”
  • “Satan’s dick is just. Hanging out right there.”
  • “Well this is seizure inducing.”
  • “Oh no I feel like we’re about to walk into a sex dungeon.”
  • “Okay yeah this is totally a sex dungeon. Totally some good ‘ol BDSM going on in here. Look at that table right there. So many whips.”
  • “Oh no… They’ve died. They took the BDSM too far.”
  • “Holy shit look, they’re behind the fucking vines.”
  • “Oh my god did you just dab at Satan?”
  • “The scariest thing I’ve encountered in here is this hill. I can’t walk up hills, and my lack of physical fitness scares me.”
  • “Don’t look at me. I’m not the one jumping on this bitch. I’m fat, I’d make us fall through. I may be nervous, but I don’t have a death wish.”
  • “You with the chainsaw. Yeah come closer, I like the smell of gasoline.”
  • “This spider arm looking child needs to stop.”
  • “These tentacles are trippy as hell dude.”
  • “Oh holy shit these legs are squishy.”
  • “Thank you for opening the door, kind sir. You have some blood on your face.”
  • “Ah yes, hello. Thank you for whispering sweet nothings into my ear.”
  • “Okay. Listen, I know you’re suppose to be scary. But holy shit you’re really cute.”
  • “Guys, listen. I know she was suppose to be scary but I was being too gay to notice. Did you see her? She was really fucking cute.”
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Anonymous Requested: Can you do a Richie Tozier x reader where they meet again in future after college and their in their early twenties? Thanks 💘 

Pairing: Older!Richie x Older!Reader

Warnings: none…?

A/N: Couldn’t find a GIF i liked, so enjoy this photo.

You were in a rush. In a rush to get to class on time like every other day, because somehow, somewhere, along the line, you’d forgotten how to wake up early and prepare yourself. So, almost every morning, you found yourself dreading the day, which in turn made you slower, until you glanced at the clock and saw you had a solid ten minutes to class and it was a twenty minute walk.

Though, after time, you grew progressively good at being late. It sounds silly, but it’s true. You’d mastered the art of being able to dodge every person and every obstacle in your way and skim through tiny corners. 

Yet, no matter how good you were at avoiding the obstacles, you still ended up a few minutes late to which your professor would sigh, wave his hand and continue talking as you made you way to your seat. You don’t quite remember, but you’re sure at first the professor hated you, but now, despite your lateness, you think he quite liked you.

But it seemed that everybody has bad days, and this particular day had been the worst. You didn’t want to get into details, you were already doing your best not to cry that morning but of course, your mind was too jumbled. You thoughts ran everywhere and you lost the ability to think straight; meaning your ninja ways were lost that morning and you smacked right into the chest of another.

At first you were shock, stumbling back on your flats as you tried your best not to fall flat on your ass. Just as you were sure you were going to make yourself look like an even bigger fool, hands caught your wrists, pulling you back up to the soles of your feet.

“My bad, miss.” The voice said, and even in your jumbled mind, it felt like time slowed down. That voice was so familiar it was impossible to miss, you’d know that voice from anywhere. Now, it was a lot deeper and manlier than you remembered, but it was definitely him. 

As you finally glanced up, your thoughts were confirmed. “Richie?!”

Richie’s own eyes widened, instantly recognizing you now that he could see more than the top of your head. “Y/N.”

As you paused for after thought, you let your eyes wander over your old friend. Richie, while he still had certain features, he’d well- matured. He’d grown a lot taller over the few years you hadn’t seen him, he now was at least a whole head taller than you (or more) and his hair was curlier than you remembered. Long story short, Richie got hot.

“What- What are you doing here?” You asked, a bright smile spreading over your lips. Slowly, the thought of being late faded to the back of your mind at the thought of reconnecting with an old, missed friend. 

“I go to school year.” 

Bafflement filled your system, your mouth falling open; “wait really?”

Richie laughed, shaking his head as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, third year actually.”

How had you never seen him before this day? It was only your second year, you took a year off after high school but half of the year had already gone by. Sure, it may be a big school, but you’re sure that you would’ve recognized Richie Tozier sooner. “That’s amazing!” You exclaimed, smiling brightly up at the boy. Just as shock as you were by Richie’s appearance, so was he. “I haven’t seen you in- what? Like two, three years?” 

“Yeah, three.” Richie grinned, “well, fuck. Never thought we’d end up in the same college.”

“How’d you manage that anyway?” You teased your old friend; “aren’t you suppose to be the dumb one?” Richie knew you were joking, the boy back in middle school and on had actually been really smart; even out smarting you sometimes. Of course, he didn’t really love to always show it, but the boy before you was a genius. Though, you guessed he wasn’t much of a boy anymore.

“Har-har,” Richie rolled his eyes. Suddenly, you felt yourself grow slightly uncomfortable as Richie’s eyes grazed across your figure with no shame. He looked mature but it seemed he definitely hadn’t grown mature, you deciphered as a sly smirk spread across his lips. “When did you get so hot, Y/N? You use to be so nerdy and small… you definitely ain’t small anymore.”

You felt your cheeks grow heavily red, the warmness spreading through as you slapped Richie across the head lightly. “Shut up, Tozier.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you raised an eyebrow. “I see your still the same, flirtatious idiot.”

“That’s me.” He grinned and you gagged for effect, but in your mind you could help but feel all giggly at his comment.

Then, you felt your smile dissipate as you glanced at the huge clock hanging on the tower of your building; you were already five minutes late. “Shit!” You cursed, baffling Richie. Looking over at him in a rush, you sent an apologetic smile. “I gotta go.” You said, moving to walk around him.

“Wait!” Richie called, catching your arm. “Where are you off to?”

“Class.” You panicked, pointing at the imaginary watch on your wrist. “I’m already five minutes late!” You moved to walk again but Richie’s grip stopped you yet again, huffing you turned to him. “What?”

“How can I find you?”

You paused, not quite expecting him to ask that. While you’d been overjoyed at the fact at seeing Richie again, a dearly loved friend, you’d never thought he’d want it to go any further than this short meeting. Un-tensing, you stepped towards him so his tight grip lessened and reached into your pocket. Pulling out a black-coloured pen, you rolled up the sleeve of Richie’s jacket; quickly scribbling down your phone number.

“Call me.” You smiled, “we’ll meet up sometime.”

“When are you done class?”

You smirked, shaking your head; “call and find out.” With those final words, you walked off and Richie let you, watching your back with amazed eyes. Turning around, he pumped his fist in the air; “hell yeah!”

Giggling, you gave one final glance at the boy, shaking your head before running off.

I got a bit carried away with this… lol.

anonymous asked:

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 

ya dingus

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 32557038.”

“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.”

“Where’s Bucky?”

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 out.

“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 civil conversation.”

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 experiences.

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 suggested otherwise.

“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.

Mark Is Acting Weird (9/10)

Author’s note: I am so sorry that i have not updated this in the longest time. 
i have just been so busy. For now i am going to do a half scene and i will post the other half eventually.

PART 1-8  (Linking every post was tiring so I made a post that has all the links to all the parts)

Originally posted by kim-yugyeomie


He stood by her door in a panic. He had been knocking for almost an answer and she never opened up. He spammed her with texts and calls and she never responded. He knew it was risky to stay outside her place like this, not even a face mask to try and cover himself, but he didn’t care he just wanted to make sure she was okay. But the more seconds that went by, the more unsettled he was by the fact that nothing seemed to change. “Where is she?!?”

He pulled out his phone and called JB for the 16th time.

“Did she finally get there?” was the first think JB asked when he picked up

“No! Have Bambam or Yugyeom found her around the city?”

“Jackson, you legit just asked me that the last time you called and the time before that. Nothing has changed in the past five minutes. I told you to only call me if she got to her place or if you found her already-“

“Hyung, I know! But I’m so worried!”

“Yeah but you aren’t the only one. And we can’t even get Mark to call her cuz he is still locked in the room and he won’t respond to us.”

“He such a fucking asshole! Why did he even tell her that? Like why has he been treating her like this?!? She is so good to him, like if I had Y/n, I would never do to her what he does! Fuck him!”

“Hey! Yeah, I get it ok! Look, I know you still have feelings for y/n. You told me when we all first met her, and I know they never went away even when they started dating, but you can’t just say that stuff about Mark. Yes, he fucked up and he’s been super fucking weird, but he is still out friend and still our bandmate okay? What is going on between them is only between them. All you “should” do make sure is that y/n got home safe and then come back. Fuck, technically you didn’t even have to go after her, but whatever, just make sure she is okay. We still have practice and recording tomorrow, so I am having the maknaes come back already. Make sure you get back soon before it is too late cuz your body is going to hate you in the morning” He lectured.

“Fine” He said as he hung up the phone. He shoved the phone in his pocket and he ran his fingers in his hair. He continued to wait by y/n’s door, ready to stay all night of he had to. Jb made a good point, but what mattered was right now as y/n.


The elevator dinged that you were on your floor. You didn’t want to move, but you dragged your legs out to the hallway. Your body felt so heavy even though you felt you cried out every ounce of yourself. You felt in such a daze. It didn’t feel real. You still couldn’t believe that your boyfriend, well your ex-boyfriend called you what he did. That after months of putting you through an emotional roller coaster, that even with the life that he had, him calling you a “slut” was how your two years together ended. And the word fell out of his mouth so easily. “How could he just say that the way he did? How? Is that how he really saw me? Is that what I was to him this whole time? “

“Y/n!” you heard your name being called out, but you were too stuck in your own head to really know for sure.

“Y/n!” the voice was closer now.

You looked up, half hoping it was Mark calling out to you to apologize. But of course it wasn’t him why would it be him? It was only the one who had been blowing up your phone for the past two hours.

He ran up to you, throwing his arms around you. “Y/n, where have you been?!? We’ve all been calling you and looking for you!” Jackson said in a rush.

You stayed quiet. You wanted to talk, but you couldn’t get yourself to say anything. His grasped only tightened around you and at least it made you feel a bit better.

“Why don’t we go inside?” he suggested.

As you both walked in to your apartment, he gave JB a call telling them that he was going to stay a bit longer with you. Hearing Jb yelling at him through the phone to get back and sleep for practice did make you come close to a laugh. The image of him yelling on the phone with his angry jaw was the only aspect of your night that didn’t feel like your heart was being torn.

“Y/n, where the heck were you?” Jackson asked again once he was done getting his head bit off my JB. “I was waiting for you forever. Do you have any idea how scared I was that I didn’t know where you were?!?”

Jackson’s voice wasn’t at all loud or demeaning, but the fact that it was above the normal speaking volume, you felt like you were being lectured, making you feel like you were being looked down on, which is how you felt with Mark, which made you think about Mark, and everything just hit you and again and you didn’t hold yourself back from crying more.

“Oh shit!” he said under his breathe. Immediately he came up to you and pulled you in for a hug. “Y/n I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry! I was just scared.”

He had guided you over to the couch and let you cry everything out (which didn’t take that long because you had cried so much already).

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked when you calmed down.

You gave him a look to show how stupid his question was. “No! How can I feel any better?!? I feel like shit! You wanna know where I was this whole time?!? The second I closed the door I broke down crying and I ran to the emergency stairs and stayed there cuz I didn’t want anyone to see my cry my way home!”

Jackson didn’t seemed phased at all about your harsh tone, he only continued to stare at you with worry.

“Jackson just go home.” You whimpered.


“C’mon, you have stuff to do tomorrow anyway.”

“So? How can I go home knowing you are just gonna be here feeling the way you do? I can’t leae you alone”


“Y/n I know you and I know you don’t want to be alone right now, so I’m gonna stay here for as long as I need to.” He declared. “If you want to cry then cry. If you want to be mad then be mad, but I’m gonna stay here with you.”

-Admin Boat

Has someone made an established klance canon divergence fic where Keith and Lance were already in a relationship before going into space??
Because I really need that shit in my life.
Like in the scene where Lance, Pidge and Hunk are trying to think of a way to rescue Shiro and then the explosions happen, then Lance grabs the binoculars to see what is happening only to see Keith
Lance: “OMG! That’s Keith!”
Hunk: “Are you sure?”
Lance: “I’m sure, I can recognize my boyfriend’s stupid mullet everywhere!”
Pidge: “Who’s Keith? And you have a boyfriend?!”
Then a lot of bickering and flirting that makes everyone sick ❤️
In conclusion, I really need this xD


ok so way back in Hearthstone history there was an innocent little card named Unearthed Raptor which had a battlecry that copied a friendly minion’s deathrattle. with Brann, it would copy it twice, and then if you played a second Raptor on the first one, its battlecry would ALSO get doubled, leading to 4 instances of the same deathrattle. im sure you can already see where this is going but blizzard, in their infinite wisdom, did not. before they hotfixed the game to put a hard cap of 16 deathrattles on one minion, you could do shit like this and crash the game server-side.

tl;dr: PLEASE skip to 33 minutes in to witness a game shit itself and die in the most spectacular fashion i have ever seen

No Control | Chapter Seven


Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

*Please feel free to reblog and send feedback. It’s much appreciated :)*

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

*Gif is not mine.*

*WARNING: Major Smut Ahead; Daddy Kink*


“I want your cock, daddy, please,” I beg. My knees are already on the verge of giving out, and he hasn’t done more than spank me. I’m at the point where I don’t even need foreplay; this whole back and forth dirty talk has been foreplay enough.

“Just my cock, princess? Not my mouth or my fingers?” I feel his thumbs hook into the elastic band of my panties and peel them over my ass and down my legs. A groan rumbles through his chest. “Fuck. You’re dripping for me, pet.”

“Only you, daddy.” I can feel my arousal actually dripping down the inside of my thighs now, sticky and wet. I give out a startled moan when I feel Harry’s tongue drag up my right thigh, collecting what’s poured out of me. He stops just shy of my pussy, making me whimper and thrust my hips back to try to maintain contact.

He chuckles darkly at me. “You sure you don’t want my mouth on you, pet?”

“Please, daddy, just fuck me.”

Again with the hard smack to my bottom. I should be used to it at this point, but the thought of having those bruises left on me makes me yelp. “Good girls don’t curse, princess.”

“Sorry, daddy.”

“You’re forgiven; you didn’t know. Now, daddy’s gonna fuck you hard and fast. I’m not gonna hold back.” I hear the clinking of his belt being undone and the shuffling of fabric. I so badly want to see him naked again, but I wait for his instructions like he would want. “If I go too hard and you need me to ease up, say ‘yellow.’ If you need me to stop altogether, say ‘red.’ Do you understand, love?”

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anonymous asked:

would you ever consider writing a peter pan au where eddie is uptight and from the real world and richie takes him back to neverland to meet the lost boys aka the losers club. richie teaches eddie to be free and have fun and eddie teaches richie what a first kiss is. maybe teach him how to go farther than a first kiss too if you know what I mean

YES YES I FUCKING LOVE THIS. Fuck I’m probably gonna end up writing this dammit. I can already see the fluffy shit oh my gosh like Eddie teaching Richie how to kiss. They’re kids in Peter Pan so it couldn’t go farther than that but yessss that would be so cute

careless whisper ❖  jongin

anon requested : idkkk I just wanna read something along the lines of you being Spanish and teaching Jongin how to Latin dance

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genre : fluff(?)

admin : - neb

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You plop down on the pouf chair in the corner of the practice room and let down your hair, letting them rest on your humid back, covered in a sheer of sweat due to all the hours you’ve spent practicing tonight. You take the bottle of water to your mouth, swallowing half of it in a sip and almost choking on it when you saw how late it was. Frickin 9 p.m. ? Usually you left the studio way before but something important was keeping you up at night lately.

Ever since you’ve heard about the studio competition you knew it wasn’t something easy. In fact, you didn’t get into the semi-finals, and that was exactly why you were practicing this late, to improve. The two winners had the opportunity to audition for SM Entertainment with a slight privilege since your dance crew was the best ranked and most famous in South Korea. Although you really wanted to join the winners, you thought Kim Jongin deserved the place he got. Why? Well, he sure was very committed to dancing, it seemed his only passion. And he was a very skilled dancer indeed. Not that you spent your breaks spying on him during his rehearsals but you admired every movement, face expression of his. The way he danced with such passion not just on stage but during practice too, made every kid in the building look up at him like he was some sort of hero. And he was, in fact, the face of the crew; and not just because his face and body were gorgeous and sculpted by greek gods, but because he was surely the best dancer between all of you.

Because of that, you expected him to be at ease, relaxing in his luxurious mansion and getting some rest before the finals. But no, he enters the practice room with his sport bag and a towel on his head, a cup of smoking coffee in his veiny hand. Saying you are stunned would be a euphemism because what the hell was Kim Jongin doing late in the evening in the practice room the night before the final competition?
You rested your chin on your knee, hugging your bent leg and you hummed quietly, just to get his attention. He snapped his head to your direction, probably startled and thinking there was no one else around.

“Uh, oh. Hi…I mean, good evening, uhm” he hesitated, you took that for a hint to say your name, of course he didn’t remember.

“Y/N” you whispered.
“Ah, Y/N. Uhm, listen, i’m kind of fucked up right now, like really fucked up so…are you, by any chance, done with your practice?” He asked, fidgeting in his position and rubbing the back of his neck.

You felt sorry for him, it’s very late and he’s here probably going to practice until late hours, plus : he’s saying he’s fucked up and that made a worrying look appear into your sensitive eyes.
“Yeah, I’m done.” You say, starting to pick up your things, with a circumstance smile never leaving your lips. You felt his gaze on your back, your skin almost burning under his deep brown eyes.
When you turned around he quickly snapped his head to the window, a little blush creeping on his cheeks. Cute.
You started walking towards the door, his eyes following your every move, again. Before leaving the room you turned around and sighed, frustrated.

“Look, don’t give me those puppy eyes because i’m hella tired. Now, you just said you’re fucked up. May i ask why? I don’t know maybe i can help you out but stop looking at me like i’ve just killed your dog cause that’s driving me insane!” Your voice raised of an octave and your eyes wide, you found yourself emotionally proved from all the hours of practice, yeah it must be that, not his intense stare, pfft, no way.
A bubbly, cute chuckle escapes his mouth and he sits down on the wooden floor, legs crossed and pouty face. Everything about him screams cute!

“You definitely can ask, and if you can help i will treat you to BBQ, or your favorite dish, you choose.” He smiles widely, taking a sip from his cup of coffee.
“Anyway, I just discovered i need to prepare a slow duet for tomorrow’s finals. I thought about the Walzer, which is the only slow dance I know, but it’s already taken. And i’m shitting my pants, because as you can see, it’s pretty late.”
You try to process all the information, with a little frown appearing on your face you make your way to where Jongin is sitting and you struggle to take him up, gripping on his arm.
You sigh to yourself, the things you do for incredibly cute guys.

“Have you thought about a simple bachata?” You say, with evidence in your tone of voice.
He snaps his head up to look into your eyes. Jesus, he’s going to severely injure his neck if he does that again.

“What the fuck even is a bachata?”

“Wow, dance master Kim Jongin doesn’t know what bachata is. Well that’s what i call disappointing.”

“If you’re here to judge me and not help me, that’s the door.” he says, running a hand in his hair in frustration.

“Wow okay calm down mijo, if I didn’t want to help you, i’d be out of this building right now. But i’m here. And now i’m going to show you what bachata is because I’m a good person.” You say, dropping your bags and taking out your phone. You could’ve shown him yourself the movements because, as a half-Spanish dancer whose mother’s obsessed with Latin beats you knew everything there was to know, but you were just too shy under his stare.
He just takes a sit on the pouf chair, patting his side and leaving you some space to sit.
You open youtube and search for “Obsession” by Aventura, cliché, the most known bachata song between Spanish dancers.
While the video loads you take a look at Jongin’s face, he seems very tired. A pair of dark circles rest under his sweet eyes, a frown ruining his commonly peaceful expression and his bottom lip between his white and perfect teeth, but he still looks like the best impressionist portrait in a Paris museum. The neon light bulb of the studio is not giving his glorious skin the justice it deserves, as you remember seeing him in natural lighting you also remember his honey-like skin, glowing under the sun like melted gold.

He taps your shoulder, humming your name.
“Y/N? The video’s started.” he chuckles, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes.
You come back from your admiring state and mumble a “sure” and hand your phone to him.
His eyes are focused on the screen, following the couple’s moves with attention and his tongue is caught between his plump lips.

When the video ends he hands the phone back to you and you turn it off, shoving it into your bag.
Then you turn to him, hopeful that he understood what the movements were.
“Did you get any of that?” you ask, curious.

“I don’t like theory, I prefer practice.” He says, leaning closer and smiling slyly. You uncomfortably shift your position and get up, looking down at him.

“Okay, listen to me. Before we get down to practice there’s a few things you need to know. Number one : bachata is a sequence in a full 8-count moving within a square so it doesn’t usually include many turn patterns. Number two : i hope your body rolls game is strong because we’re gonna need that for a decent choreography. Number three, and most important : if I feel your hands on my butt, i’m gonna leave you here and you’re going to be screwed for tomorrow. Get that?” You count your points on your finger, looking him straight in his eyes.
He quickly nods and gets up, taking your hand and leading you to the center of the dance floor.

“First without music, so I can understand the steps.” He mutters under his breath.
You position a hand behind his neck while the other is intertwined in Jongin’s one. You feel his other hand slide to your side, stopping at your lower back and pulling you closer to his chest.
You take a breathe of his scent, positioning your left knee between his legs and taking the leading position. He smells good, like freshly washed clothes, his hot breathe on your face is a mixture of coffee and what seems to be a faint hint of mint.

“It’s right, left, right and pop your left hip out right after. Then it’s left, right, left and pop your right hip.” You explain, starting to move carefully and guiding him.

“Try to bend your knees a little and accompany your steps with a slight swing of your hips. That should help making the movement smoother and not robotic.” You suggest him, seeing he’s a little uncomfortable.

“Got that.” he whispers in your ear, sending chills run down your spine.
A few minutes of the same sequence of steps and you are turning all around the room, quick steps echo in the closed space and you’re not the one leading anymore.
In fact, Jongin changed position, sliding his knee between your legs and taking the leading part himself. Strange is, that there’s no music playing but he’s completely focused on what he’s doing and he seems to go along with it very well. His eyes are closed and it almost feels like he’s following his own inner rhythm.

“Wow, you sure learn fast.” You whisper, stopping your movements to look at him.
He grins, locking your eyes with his’. Your legs are still tangled and your bodies are still too close and as soon you realize, you quickly force yourself to leave his warmth and take a few steps back.

“Okay, i think you’re ready for the actual shit, which are a series of fluid moves and here’s where your body roll game is needed. Then we can go straight to the choreography and finally go to sleep.” You tie your hair up in a high pony tail and you earn a little laugh from Jongin who’s sipping on his cold coffee.

“I’m sorry for keeping you up this late, but you have to know that you saved my life.” he starts, coming closer. “And expect me to return the favor at anytime soon.” He smirks, taking your hand in his’ again.
You feel the heat rising to your cheeks and you struggle to keep from smiling, guiding him to the center of the room.

“Okay, number one, the spin.” you say, starting to do the same eight steps again to introduce the first special step.
“Uh i know that one, easy.” he whispers, his right hand leaving your back to spin you around between your steps and coming back right after you return from the spin.
You’re shocked at how he did that, it seemed like something he’s used to do and you were starting to believe that he just pretended to be ignorant about the bachata.

“Wow that was quick.” you say with wide eyes.
“But let’s get to move number two, let go of my back.” You order, preparing to turn around.
As soon as his hand leaves your lower back you turn around, your back facing his chest and his arms wrapped around you, still making all the sequence of steps perfectly.

You move a little, step by step, with his breathe tickling the back of your neck and his chest gently brushing your back. You unconsciously lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes while still moving. He doesn’t say nothing tho, he knows you’re tired and he also feels a little guilty because he’s the one keeping you up this late, but at the same time he’s enjoying your exuberant company and doesn’t want you to go away.

“Hey, princesa, don’t fall asleep.” he whispers in your ear, turning you around to face his smiling face. His smile does the effect of a cup of coffee, it wakes you up, brightening your view, almost blinding you.

“Last move because i’m exhausted mh? Then we pass on to the choreography.” You say, carefully slapping your cheek to stay awake.
Your hand slides on his chest, clutching his shirt, while the other’s still tangled with his left hand. You feel him gulping at the new contact and you smirk, taking a step back.
While still gripping on his grey shirt, you arch your back, grinding on him from the distance, until your chest touches his’, until your nose tickles his collarbones. One second of tension and you’re going back, sliding carefully in a snake-like movement to reach your previous position.

“What was that.” he seems taken aback, leaving his trance state and looking at you like you’ve just stole something.

“It’s the move, you have to do it with me. That’s why i said we need a strong body roll game, remember?” You say naturally, shrugging your shoulders and preparing to do it again.
“Now with me.” You whisper, starting to arch your back.

He follows your movements, doing as you’ve said and arching his back to meet your chest with his’ and sliding back again, still too close to assure you a normal heartbeat.

He gulps, taking a step back and moving to reach his still not finished cup of coffee and taking a long sip from it. You fan your face with your hand, breathing slowly and still not talking.
As soon as he places his cup back on the floor you take his hand, walking back to the center of the room. Now’s time for the real thing.

“The sooner we start the sooner we can go to sleep.” You say, taking the positions with the stereo remoter in your hand.
After agreeing on the song to use, you press play and begin to sort out the moves and steps to follow.

Two hours and a half are passed and you drop on the floor, releasing a deep sigh with a hand dramatically placed on your forehead.

“Finally.” he exhales, dropping on the floor next to you.
After a few seconds of you two trying to catch your breath he takes your hand, bringing it to his chest.

“I owe you my life, princesa.” He says, smiling like an idiot. Stupid gorgeous smile and handsome features and stupid perfect teeth and puppy eyes, ugh.
You slap his chest, getting up and starting to pick up your things to finally leave.

“Don’t be a drama lady, Jongin.” You say, looking at him with fierce eyes.
You reach the door to leave but before you can grab the door’s handle he grabs your hand, turning you around. Here they are, those puppy eyes again.

“Are you going to be my dance partner in tomorrow’s finals? Pretty please?” he pleads, pouting.
You sigh and nod, gifting him a warm smile.

“Of course i’d love to. But now i just want to go home and sleep.” you whine, pushing him gently.

“Then let’s go, my car is parked in front of the building. I’ll bring you home.” he says, switching his sport bag to the other shoulder and taking your hand, leaving the room and then the studio.
You don’t want to be a burden thought, it’s not necessary for him to take you home, you could just walk a little.

“And don’t you dare say it’s not necessary, it’s almost 1 a.m. i’m not letting you roam around the city alone.” he says firmly, opening the car door for you.
You take a seat in the passenger seat, not replying because you’re low-key scared of the dark and going home late at night it’s not the best option. So you just shut up and let him drive you home, eventually giving him directions to your flat.

He parks, very badly, in front of the sidewalk and walks with you until the building’s door.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow for the finals and drive you home so you can pamper yourself before dinner.” he says, casually brushing your hair.

“Wait what?” You breathe out, confused.

“Oh right, i’m taking you on a date, you know…to return the favor. Hope you don’t mind, princesa.” he says, scooting closer and planting a kiss to your forehead.
Of course you don’t mind. Who would mind going on a date with Kim Jongin?
You mumble out incoherent words, not able to form a normal phrase.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams.” He whispers, turning around and starting to walk to the car.
You only have the time to shout back a quick “Goodnight” before he disappears into his black range rover, smiling adorably and driving away.
You smile unconsciously before entering the building and hearing the owner, probably woken up by your sudden and unusual goodnight, screaming “Go to bed, stupid kids.” But you couldn’t care less.

here you go, angel ! hope this fits your liking 🌹

also, I’m sorry this took so long :(

until next time I send love, bye !!

- neb

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anonymous asked:

y'know that one post where it's like *best friend calls me and asks abt what color my dress is for prom so he can get a matching tie and i asked "since when were we goin to prom and he's all like "fuck i forgot"*? how about that but with josuke bc i can totally see that happening with him, sweet precious babby (please and thank you, i need more josuke fluff in my lif e)

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The Joker x Reader - “SALLY”

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.

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 doing anything.

“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 talk again:

“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 waist again.

“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 up.

“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 going on.

“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 him know:

“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 clothes off.

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 mission!”

“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 exit.

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 and …idea!!!

“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.

“You’re incorrigible!”

“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:

Sally 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’m your 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 better.

“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.

And 12 is not even on the damn scale!



Believable Lies

Title: Believable 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

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