i had to leave out some of the conversation

anonymous asked:

Top 10 times a bold, confident Yuuri surprised Viktor by taking initiative with PDA

Top 10 Times a Bold, Confident Yuuri Surprised Viktor By Taking Initiative With PDA

10) Once, when they had been apart for a couple of months for euros/4c, they reunited in an airport and it was like romance movie level drama. Yuuri literally ran and threw himself at Viktor because he had missed him so much and Viktor caught him and spun him around while they were both smiling and laughing and then dipped him into a kiss

9) After being apart for a while, Yuuri and Viktor planned to meet up at one of Viktor’s competitions that Yuuri wasn’t skating in but his flight was delayed and his missed the start. He showed up in the middle of Viktor’s skating and as soon as Viktor got off the ice he ran and literally jumped into Viktor’s arms to kiss him with his legs wrapped around Viktor’s waist which got a lot of approving cheers and wolf whistling from the crowd around them.  

8) Once they were at an outdoor skating rink during the winter and Yuuri kept pretending not to be able to skate to make Viktor hold his hand and catch him when he ‘fell’

7) Once they were at a competition and one of the journalists was flirting very heavily with Viktor despite Viktor not reciprocating and so Yuuri interrupted the interview by pulling Viktor into a kiss and making out with him for so long that the journalist was forced to awkwardly leave (Viktor was absolutely not complaining)

6) Their first time visiting Yuuri’s family in Japan, Yuuri was much less physically affectionate than normal which started to make Viktor a little insecure. But after he mentioned it one night, the next day he came down to breakfast and Yuuri greeted him with a morning kiss and a cup of coffee in front of all the Katsukis to show that he wasn’t ashamed of Viktor at all like Viktor had been worried about

5) Once in St Petersburg Viktor was having a really long conversation with Yakov and holding Yuuri up from leaving so Yuuri went to kiss him goodbye in a kiss that was very much not PG and then whispered something in his ear which made Viktor turn bright red and be like ‘I need to go right now, immediately’ and practically run out after Yuuri

4) Once when they were skating together in Russia when Yuuri came to visit Viktor, some of the younger Russian skaters were making rude comments about Yuuri and their relationship like ‘I wonder if he still fucks Viktor for the gold or if he’s after his money now as well’, since there had been rumours about marriage. In response Yuuri pulled Viktor down into a kiss which got pretty heated pretty quickly and ended up looking over directly at the other skaters mid kiss from over Viktor’s shoulder and raising his eyebrow in a ‘does this look fake to you’ condescending look

3) During the Russian Nationals after chapter 14 Yuuri went along to cheer Viktor on and prove his love to all of Russia which is where the tie pull of the Rivals universe happened except it lead into a kiss that very nearly made Viktor late to skate and ensured he skated his entire routine with a serious blush on his face and hearts in his eyes

2) The kiss from chapter 14

1) At their wedding everyone thought that it was Viktor who was going to kiss Yuuri but instead Yuuri grabbed Viktor as soon as the last words were said and pulled him down into a kiss in front of all their family and friends and refused to let go for a long time. When they finally did break apart his first words were ‘I love you and I’m sorry I made you wait so long’ (because his biggest regret will always be how much more time they could have had together if he had just realised Viktor’s feelings a little earlier)

Mijo // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Wowowow. Don’t @ me. @prettieparker86 , thank you sm! Ya really pushed me on this one. I hope you like it! 

Named after: My headcanon that that’s what Jeff’s mom calls him 99% of the time.

Warning: Some smut?


“Fuck. Jeff.” you managed to moan out.

You could feel him grinding into you, the soft lace of the thong you were wearing and the cotton of his boxer briefs too much friction for you to bear. The feeling of his cock rubbing against you sent moans flooding out of your mouth. You felt it everywhere, warm pressure building up in each end every one of your nerve endings. Your hips bucked up to meet his as he moved into you, his right hand squeezing your ass.

You could feel his lips, opening and closing against your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, tongue swiping over his bite marks. Your eyes were shut tightly, mouth panting out short breaths as though it would somehow relieve the build up that was happening in your core.

It was hot. Too hot. You could feel the sweat on your brow and on every inch of Jeff’s muscles that were pressed tightly against you.

When the pads of Jeff’s rough and callused hand, grasped at your breast you whimpered at his touch. Arching your back, you gripped his hair between your fingers.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so fucking sexy right now” he panted into your skin.

His lips moved up your neck until they met yours. His tongue, tasting yours as you tried to manage everything you were feeling. You were soaked, you could feel it and you knew your boyfriend could too. Your body felt like it was on fire with Jeff thrusting against you.

Fuck- god, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you”, he said breathlessly, his mouth still on yours. You both exchanged the hot air between you, kissing the open mouth of the other when you felt you could. You nodded, eager to have him inside of you.

His hands pulled at the Victoria’s Secret labeled fabric and you whined, impatient to wait any longer.

“Mijo- Ahh!” his mother screamed as she entered the room.

The two of you turned to see both of his parents standing in Jeff’s room. Jeff moved quickly, covering the both of you with his sheets.

You could see the red of his father’s cheeks as the older man left the room. His mother, however, stood there covering her eyes with one hand, holding out her cell phone.

“Mom!” Jeff shouted.

“Can I look?” she asked, in response.

Jeff sighed dramatically, his cheeks covered in a red hue as he answered “Yes”.

His mother uncovered her eyes, smiling sheepishly at you, clearly aware of the intimate situation her and her husband had walked into.

“Your Abuela is on the phone, she wants to talk to you” she stated.

“La llamaré más tarde mamá, por favor deje” Jeff pleaded, switching languages to save himself from some of the embarrassment he was already experiencing. He figured this way you wouldn’t understand how pathetic his plea was.

“The call is international, and you know it’s nighttime in Puerto Rico Jeffrey-”

“Está bien, solo vete, saldré en un segundo,” he said quickly interrupting his mother.

She nodded, offering you yet another sympathetic smile before closing his bedroom door.

Jeff shut his eyes as he fell back onto his mattress.

“I thought you said they weren’t coming home until 5!” you whispered to him.

“That’s what the note they left said!” he whispered back.

“Are you sure it didn’t say 2?” you questioned, mortified his mother had seen you near naked with her son.

“Y/N, I just had to have a conversation with my mom while completely hard, can we please not do this right now?” he answered closing his eyes again.

“Fine…but you owe me”, you say, referring to the build of your climax that was abruptly interrupted.

He chokes out a dry laugh in response, nodding in agreement. The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes before he manages to get up to throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He moves to leave the room to speak to his grandmother, and you call out for him again. He turns, avoiding the sight of your still mostly unclothed body. His hand covered his eyes in the same fashion of his mother.

“Jeff, what are you doing?”

“The last thing I want is to talk to my Abuela with a hard-on.” he says gesturing to you. 

You giggled, pulling the covers closer to you.

“Well, spray some cologne on or something before you go, you smell like sex.”

He shrugged as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“Fuck it, she already saw us…” he muttered on his way out.


Part Two

Cracks || BTS Suga

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1340

Part 2 

You tried to understand that your boyfriend was busy being in an idol group and all. Tours, recordings, music broadcasts, and promotions were tiring. Therefore, you always tried to stay out of his way and cope with the loneliness. It was hard, but you didn’t want to be in his way. You saw your friends more than your own boyfriend. You envied them. Their boyfriends were always texting them or there for them. Yoongi, on the other hand, was always busy. Even when your grandmother passed away, he wasn’t there to comfort you. You never told him. It was hard for you, but you tried to always put on a strong front and smile in front of Yoongi. You didn’t want to be a burden to him.

You don’t know where it went wrong. He was so caring and affectionate toward you in the beginning. After 3 years of dating, however, he stopped texting you every morning, afternoon, and night. Soon, the texts disappeared and so did Yoongi. He stayed at the dorm all the time now. You haven’t seen him for months and he didn’t bother to text or call you.

“You need to be selfish for once noona.”

You were hanging out with Bangtan’s maknae line and Jimin was starting to worry about your relationship with his hyung. You brought lunch over for them knowing they would probably skip it, like always. They were too engrossed in practice to know that their bodies were starving.

“Yeah, Jimin is right. We’ve never seen Yoongi hyung act affectionate with you. You’re always texting us to check up on hyung. That’s not right.”

You thought Jimin and Taehyung were right, but you just couldn’t. You knew if this kept going, one of you will start to fall out of love. This relationship would become toxic.

“Why don’t you go and take the lunches to the hyungs. We’ll continue to practice after eating.”

“Okay Kookie. Remember to rest before going back to practice. You’ll get stomach cramps.”

They nodded and you left to find the other 4. You found them all in the recording studio talking and laughing. Hoseok was the first to jump up and hug you.

“(Y/N) noona!”

He hugged you and you laughed. You were always close to Hobi cause you and him were closest in age.

“Hey Hobi! Hey Namjoon, Seokjin oppa.”

They all hugged you, except for your own boyfriend. You were kind of disappointed, but you quickly got rid of the disappointment in your eyes and held out the lunches you had made for the boys.

“I know you guys would probably skip lunch like always, so I bought you guys something to eat. It may not be as good as Seokjin oppa’s, but it’s edible. The other 3 already tried it.”

“Ey, your food is delicious. But you know, if you need any help with anything, I’m here to help!”

“Thank you oppa.”

Everyone except Yoongi grabbed a lunch box from the bag. The other 3 quickly sensed the tension between the 2 of you and left the 2 of you to talk. You stood there awkwardly as Yoongi went back to work. After a few minutes of just standing, you grabbed a lunchbox and opened it. You set it down in front of Yoongi and turned his chair around.

“Please, take a break and eat.”

“I’m busy if you can’t sense that already.”

Your heart cracked. His harsh tone was enough to cause tears to form.

“I know, but you should at least eat a little. Just a bite?”

You were practically pleading at this point. He could be as cold as he wanted to you, but you wanted him to at least take care of himself. You pushed the lunchbox closer to him only to have it knocked out of your hands and onto his lyric notebook. Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his notebook from under the food. You knew how important it was to him. It was his life.

“(Y/N)! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

“I’m sor-”

“DO YOU THINK A SORRY IS ENOUGH? YOU COULD’VE RUINED EVERYTHING. You are so lucky it was closed.”

“I said I was sorry. If you just complied.”

“Are you blaming me now? Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

Another crack in your heart.

That was your last straw. It hit some nerve that you never knew even existed. And neither did he.

“LEAVE YOU ALONE? I’VE LEFT YOU ALONE FOR MONTHS NOW! NOT A SINGLE TEXT OR CALL FOR 4 MONTHS AND YOU STILL WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU ALONE? Sometimes I wonder if we’re even in a relationship. You could at least send a text. I’m just asking for one simple, ‘hey’. Is that too much to ask for?”

He was taken aback from your sudden outburst. You were always a quiet person and you always kept calm even in the most frustrating situations.

“I was busy. What’s up with you? You never shout.”

Another crack.

“Maybe if you bothered to care, you would understand why all this is happening.”

“I don’t have time. I wish you would just understand me sometimes. I’m an idol. I can’t be there to comfort you through everything. If you waited a little more, I would’ve been home. Stop being so selfish.”

You were speechless. Everyone around you were right. You have been too nice to Yoongi. He has taken your love for him for granted. The tears you have been holding fell and now all your anger has become sadness.

“Maybe I don’t want to wait anymore. Maybe…maybe, I can’t wait anymore.”

With that, you left. You left him standing there still taken aback from not only your words, but also your tears. You left him to think about where this relationship went wrong. It took him a while to finally figure out that you didn’t just throw a tantrum and leave to cool off. You left him and your relationship with him.

“Hyung, how could you say that to noona?”

“Guys, I’m not in the mood.”

“How could you still say that?! You haven’t talken to her in 4 months. She has to check on her stupid boyfriend through us. She texted us to make sure you were eating, sleeping, and taking care of yourself. She’s texted all of us because she didn’t want to bother you. She’s been understanding. She has been waiting for you and here you are. Working.”

Namjoon scoffed. Jimin shoved 6 phones onto the desk Yoongi was working at. There were endless conversations with you. You telling them to make sure he was alright and healthy. There was even a group chat he wasn’t a part of. And then there was his phone. Empty. Not a single text since 4 months ago. As he finished reading, a sound from everyone’s phone.

(Y/N) : You won’t be hearing from me for a while. Good luck on your comeback. Please don’t tell Yoongi. I’m just a burden.

Hoseok quickly snatched his phone and texted back. After getting another text, he turned to Yoongi and held his phone out for him to see the conversation he just had with you.

Hobi: Where are you going? Please tell me you aren’t leaving.

(Y/N): Remember that offer I got at work to work on a fashion show in Paris. I decided to accept. I’m going to be gone for at least a year or maybe I’ll just stay there.

Yoongi froze. You were leaving. You were leaving him and never coming back. He looked up quickly when he heard another text come in.

(Y/N): Guys, I’m leaving in 2 weeks to Paris. Please don’t tell Yoongi. Tell him I met some other guy or you guys make up some excuse.

You still thought of him even though he didn’t even glance at you for 4 months. Yoongi started to cry. He just ruined a great relationship. He just ruined what could’ve been his wife and the mother to his children. He made the woman he loved the most leave.

Colors Of The Girl // Draco Malfoy // Pt. 1

Originally posted by rosaesse

Pairing: Draco X Reader

Type: Fluff? Kinda Angsty at first. Gifs inserted throughout.

Word Count: 2719

Summary: Metamorphmagus Y/N loses her mother when she was working as an Auror. Since then, she has had avoided human interaction at all cost. Draco didn’t know anything about what she was, so when her hair change colors before his eyes when he was giving her a hard time, he’s in total shock.

A/N: Pt. 2 coming soon. Not sure how I feel about this one… pt 1 isn’t very interesting between them… but next part will be better I promise! lmk what you guys wanna read.

Warnings: Suicide ment./self hatred, swears, name calling, physical violence, self-harm, suicide attempts… just some really deep shit.

Part 2 Part 3


Your free period was always the worst “class” for you, it gave you time to think… to thrive… to hate. Yourself. Her. The person that did this to you. Anyone. Everyone. If you had a chance to hate you would, you had to let your emotions out somehow. Since the second you first heard the news last summer, your hair had been a deep Navy Blue, besides a moment of confusion and anger here and there, flashing other emotions but always returning back to blue. Most days you spent sat out by the Black Lake or in the room of requirements. No one bothered you there.

But since the last snowfall, you’d been spending your free period in the library, sat far in the corner… it was warmer there. Most days you were left alone. Other days someone would try to flirt with you, or just spark up a conversation, but you never allowed it to last long.

Now, you sat waiting for the other students to leave for Christmas break, sitting in your corner of the library, no other student to be seen. That is… until the door creaked open revealing “The Slytherin Prince” and his usual entourage, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise Zabini. The pale haired boy was talking loudly as he walked in. That is… until he saw you.

Originally posted by melodymaysecret

“Look what we have here,” He said walking towards you, even though he never intended for you to be here. “Little Miss Quarter Blood.” He scoffed as he stopped in front of your table. “Not even good enough to a half-blood yeah? Your filthy half-blood mother had to get knocked up by some muggle and made you. Fucking waste don’t you think Pansy?”

“Such a disgrace. You shouldn’t even be a witch, you filthy whore.” Pansy spoke nastily. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t say anything. You just looked at them tiredly, wanting them to leave you in peace.

“You need to leave Y/N. Get out. I need to have a private conversation.” He practically spat his words at you. You looked at him, and in a complete monotone, you spoke;

“Why don’t you just go to the room of requirements like you have been every other night?” He was frozen in place, “I’m quite sure no one will be there.” You looked back down at your book. You heard him chuckle, then you felt your hair being pulled, and your shoulders slammed up against the wall.

“What would you know about that?” His eyes were narrowed down to slits, glaring at you intensely.

“Enough that you should just leave me alone before you give me a good reason to tell anyone what you’re doing in there.” You spoke in the same monotone. His grip tightened and he leaned closer to you.

“You don’t know anything.” He hissed into your ear. His friends looked entertained behind him. You only had to say one word;

“Vanishing Cabinet.” You whispered in his ear, making sure no one could hear you but him. He slammed your head back against the stone so hard you felt the heat of blood flowing down your scalp. He began to speak;

“If you tell anyone so help me Merlin I will-”

“Kill me? It won’t work I’ve already tried.” Your voice did not shake. His facial expression fell.

“You’re your mothers’ daughter all right. Too bad you don’t have parents to go home to this week. A filthy family you had. Father died straight off the bat. Mother dies just as you’re growing up. Must feel good to be an orphan.” He choked out as if he didn’t want to say it. He watched as you looked down at your shoes and slowly, hair by hair, the color that he clenched in his fist began to turn a violent red. He let you go and backed away slowly. You looked up to meet his cold face, your eyes now a screaming red.

Originally posted by ruberolaluna

“Malfoy we should go. Now.” Blaise said, beginning to back away. Before he had a chance to respond, you were verbally assaulting him.

“I’d rather be an orphan than be like you and have a father that doesn’t love me. Even worse, a mother who’s making no effort to ever stand up to what your father does. How ‘bout you roll up your sleeves huh? Let’s see what your mother let your father do to you.” He looked horrified. You, the quietest girl he’s ever met, was now going off. “Come on Malfoy!” You laughed, throwing your head back. “You wear it proudly right? Yeah?” You turned, “How ‘bout you Zabini? I know you’ve got one too. I’m not ignorant like everyone else. I can see it clear as day. So come on!” You were yelling now, “own up to it!” They all looked at you in shock before scrambling away. 

“Freak!” Pansy shouted after her as the door closed behind her.

~~~
It was two nights later, and you were in the Room of Requirements, sitting on a small sofa surrounded by bookshelves. It was really the only uncluttered part of the enormous room. From where you were, from the left of the door, you had a clear view of the door. That’s how you’d seen Draco all those times. But he’d never thought to look your way.

You’d noticed that he too stayed at Hogwarts this break, though you hardly saw him, you spent most of your time where you were sat now, reading endlessly until you’d fall asleep on your little brown sofa. You were at that point now, your eyes fighting to stay open to read the words on the page, your other senses becoming less keen.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding out.” Startled by the unfamiliar voice, you reached for your wand and held on tightly as you pointed it in their direction. Here he stood, his hands out in front of him as a sign of surrender. Draco Malfoy. “This is how you knew.” He spoke quietly as you lowered your wand cautiously.

“You aren’t exactly cautious. Anyone could have been here, you’re lucky it was someone who doesn’t care if they live or die.” You spoke bluntly.

“I suppose,” He lifted a hand, pointing to the other end of your cozy sofa, “May I sit? I believe we have some things to discuss.” You shrugged and told him he could do whatever he wants, so he took a seat four feet away from you.

“We have nothing to discuss. We could never talk to each other again and I would be content.” You spoke in your flat voice, which seemed to lose its depth when your mother died.

“I want to know what the colors mean.” He spoke when he realized that going around the point wasn’t going to work in his favor.

“Read a book and you’ll learn all about it.” You retorted. “That’s not something you ask someone. That’s like me asking what your stupid dark mark means. But I’m not dumb so I already know.” You ran a hand through your blue hair.

“You’re not scared of me?” His voice was quiet.

“Of course I’m not scared of you.” You looked away before mumbling, “I’m not scared of anything anymore. You lose fear when you have nothing to fear for, had I the need to fear for my life perhaps I would be afraid. Even then you wouldn’t kill me. But my life ended when she died. I have nothing to live for.” You didn’t meet his eyes, unsure as to why you were spilling all this information to him.

“Love?” You scoffed at his comment, a stripe of yellow coming from your roots and flowing out the ends of your hair.

“Love isn’t real, simply a societal stigma towards enjoying someone.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the cushions.

“Love is real. I feel it every day.” Your entire head of hair turned green as he spoke.

“Well, whoop di doo good for you!” You rolled your now green eyes and glared at him, your hair fading back to blue. He then had an idea. He wanted to see how many different colors he could make your hair.

“You know I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. I really am. I know it was wrong of me to say those things.” You were skeptical, small twinkles of Silver waved through your hair and speckled in your eyes. His words were honest. They had meaning behind them. “You know you’ve got really nice eyes, almost as nice as your smile.” Your hair was now a very light pink before fading to white.

“What are you doing Malfoy. What are you up to? Buttering me up so I don’t tell anyone about your stupid plan to kill everyone? I don’t care I’m not going to tell anyone. Just leave me alone.” Your hair was a pale orange for a moment before fading back to blue.

“Okay fine.” He hopped up, “Which one of these books-” He gestured all around him to the semi-circle of bookcases around you, “-will tell me about… your… hair.” You rolled your blue eyes.

“Why are you so suddenly interested in it.” You muttered, not actually looking for a response, but you got one anyway;

“You see my darling Y/N,” He took steps toward you, “Have caught my attention, and quite frankly I want to break you down and get to know you. One way to start is that… beautiful hair of yours.” He gave a nasty smirk, “You should expect to be seeing a lot more of me.” You scoffed and just pointed to the bookshelf where he would find the book he was looking for.

Originally posted by dracoharry

Once he sat down again, he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, preparing to make a cheat sheet for himself. By the time he had finished his cheat sheet and gathered what he wanted to know, he had noticed that you had dozed off, your knees tucked to your chest as you rested your back against the arm rest. Your hair was yellow, your eyes closed peacefully.

He looked down at his cheat sheet. In small sloppy writing it said:

Pink - Embarrassed / Flattered

Blue - Sad / Distressed

Purple - Love

Yellow - Happy / Amused

Orange - Frustrated / Annoyed

Red - Angry / Furious

Green - Envy / Jealousy

White - Mixed emotions

Grey - Confused

Black - Scared / Terrified

Brown - Calm / hopeful

This was the first time he had seen you happy. He began to wonder if you would ever be happy awake.

~~~~

You and the Slytherin Prince had been spending some time together, you’d never object to having someone around to talk about books with. He often tries to bring up other subjects, asking about you or talking about school, but you just want to talk books. Some days you two read, some days you would sit in a big red chair that Draco dragged across the entire room of requirements and read while he would silently work on the vanishing cabinet. Not a ton of talking would occur in the first couple hours, only occasional ‘are you hungry?’ or ‘are you enjoying it?’ from him. From you it was mostly, ‘how’s it coming?’ or ‘would you like some help?’

You sat there now, the Malfoy Heir sitting only a few feet away from you on the floor, frustrated and slumped down in anger. You sat sideways in your chair, deep into Modern Herbs and Healing Volume VII. 

I can’t figure this damn thing out!” He groaned in frustration.

“May I offer my assistance?” You spoke, letting the spine of your book fall closed.

“No… I have to do this myself. I have to.” He ran his hands through his platinum blonde hair.

“Okay… Whatever.” You simply opened your book and kept reading for a moment before letting your book fall closed again. “Malfoy?” Malfoy turned to see your hair slowly during brown, strand by strand. “I noticed… your marks aren’t particularly good in  Astronomy… I was wondering if you maybe wanted some tutoring?” He smiled lightly at you, then opened his mouth to speak. “Actually, don’t answer that… just meet me in the astronomy tower tomorrow night if you want help, if not… just don’t come.” You stood up and dismissed yourself, your hair still brown as you hoped to be joined by Malfoy tomorrow night.

~~~

The next day, your hair wasn’t quite as blue, it was more blue with thin brown highlights, hardly noticeable, but it wasn’t invisible either. Pansy caught onto this quickly and approached the y/h table at breakfast.

“Well hello there Bitch Y/L/N.” She snarled, shoving your plate away from you and sitting on the table in its place, making your hair flash orange before turning back to completely blue. You said nothing as she watched you for a reaction, which you didn’t provide her with. “Oh come on, you’re so boring.”

Unintentionally, your eyes drifted over to Draco to get some sort of help… he was the only person to seem to maybe care for you. He was watching everything go down with his friends, they were all shoving each other and laughing at you. It was then when you realized he didn’t actually care for you at all, he just didn’t want you to rat him out about the cabinet. You were pulled from thought when Pansy laid a solid smack on the back of your head.

“Hey, stupid who are you looking at?” Pansy looked over her shoulder to see Draco watching you guys with a stupid smirk on his face. She immediately broke out in loud, obnoxious laughter. “No way! This is golden! You fancy Malfoy?” She laughed even louder. Pink streaks ran through your hair before your entire head turned white. “Why would a pureblood like Malfoy ever care for a quarter blood freak like you. You’re repulsive. I’m sure he’d rather kiss a pig than your ugly mug. How could anybody ever care about a freak like you.

You said nothing. Realizing she was right, your hair turned a deep, dark blue. You stood and walked out. What you didn’t see, was Malfoy pulling out a crumpled piece of parchment and checking what your hair had done.

You skipped all your classes that day, you just laid in bed all day, staring up at the ceiling. One by one, each strand of your hair lost all color, your eyes lost pigment. 

Originally posted by yeayme94

You didn’t feel anything. There was nothing left to feel… All the emotions were drained, all dried up. That was when you decided you were done. You left your dorm before the end of dinner and sat on the edge of the black lake until the sun had completely set. It was quite beautiful for your last sunset, but surely it did not change your mind.

You wanted to see the stars one last time, but once you did, you were ready. You kept your uniform on, you simply walked, one foot after the other, into the black lake. As your fingertips reached the water, you traced designs in the water, speaking to yourself, “I always was the lonely kid with the ugly face”

Originally posted by fightingborderline

Your plan may just have worked, had you not forgotten one fatal flaw. You not showing up to the tutoring session caused Draco to worry. When no one had seen you, he grew even more concern.

Being a Prefect, he could stay in the common room after hours, which he was doing at the time you decided to take your last (permanent) dip in the lake. You also had overlooked the fact that the Slytherin common room had a window straight into the black lake.

Grammys part two: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Y’all this went from hardcore fluff to hardcore smut reaaaaal fast. Lol jk. No, but really. When the boys lose their pants the fans lose their shit. Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy.

Anonymous said:
Omg, please do a sequel to grammy??????? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Part one: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157222084267/grammys-josh-dun-imagine

*continued female reader, light smut

“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”

“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.

“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.

“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.

“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.

“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”

“Why?” you stared at him, confused.

“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.

“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.

J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?
Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.

You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.

J: Answer the question.
Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you
J: Yeah but how did you feel?
Y/N: Wdym?
J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…

“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”

“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.

“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.

“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”

“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.

J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe
Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation
J: I am
Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial
J: Answer the question
Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?

“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”

“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.

J: How turned on?
Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up
J: I’m not even doing anything
Y/N: Sure…
J: You wouldn’t dare
Y/n: Watch me
J: Don’t

“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.

“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”

“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.

“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.

“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”

“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”

“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.

“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.

“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”

“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.

“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”

“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.

J: Get your ass out here right now.
Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight
J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid
Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh
J: I just want you baby
Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner!
J: You’re the one who said no to texting
Y/N: And look where that led us
J: We can always ditch
Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight
J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby
Y/N: I know I want it too
J: Then please
Y/N: After dinner
J: During dinner
Y/N: No
J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon.
Y/N: If I come out, will you behave?
J: Sure
Y/N: See you soon
J: Love youuu
Y/N: Love you too, dimwit

You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.

“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.

“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”

“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.

“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.

“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.

As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.

“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.

“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”

“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.

“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”

“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.

“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”

“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.

“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”

“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.

“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”

“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”

“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”

“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.

“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”

that time Caitriona Balfe is the nicest human ever

I need to preface this by saying: I think ECCC was a bit under-prepared and overwhelmed by how many Outlander fans were there today. The lines were INSANE. I waited, each time I met Sam and Cait, no less than 45 minutes and over an hour for the autographing. and by the time we had made it to the hotel after the panel, to attempt the first autograph session, it was already filled up. at like 12:15. the panel ended at noon so like….HARDCORE. I am not so hardcore. I left and came back hahahaha

THIS GOT REALLY LONG IM SORRY

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anonymous asked:

I died. What would have happened if Viktor stayed and ordered room service instead of leaving to get coffee?

Would Yuuri have stayed to talk to Viktor after their first night together if Viktor had still been there when he woke up or asked him to stay when he brought coffee/tea?

thank you for the new chapter! it was a delight to read! good luck with exams!!! theyre hell but im sure youll do well!! and im also kind of curious do you have any idea on how the story wouldve turned out had victor gotten back before yuuri woke up/ordered room service/left a gosh dang note?

How would things have gone if the morning after instead of running out for coffee Viktor had stayed in the room and idk been a complete irredeemable sap and admired Yuuri’s sleeping face or sth until Yuuri woke up?

FUCK. FUCK. that last chapter was WAY more painful than i thought it would be. kaz please tell me what would have happened if yuuri HADN’T waken up and victor was able to get the drinks back and talk to yuuri after??? would everything be a LOT better??? would things still be the same in the long run???? would things have gotten worse???? PLEASE TELL ME

I’m not blaming Viktor - but how different would things have been if he didn’t go out to get coffee? I feel like that was kind of a bone-headed move on Viktor’s part. “Hey, this guy always interprets what I do TOTALLY WRONG AND FOR THE WORST so I’m just going to risk letting him wake up alone in my room. That’s going to go over great…” I mean… I would have probably read it like Yuuri did to be fair. Leave a note! Something! Great as always tho. :) If I didn’t know it ended well, I’d be dead.


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If Viktor hadn’t gone out for coffee/had slept in longer then they would have talked. The idea behind the coffee/tea was he wanted some kind of peace offering and goodwill gesture to start the whole conversation on the right tone. But just like with the waltzing the night before, he thinks of an idea and just runs with it, without really thinking it all the way through. So it was a good plan but he got excited and was in a rush and almost left the hotel room without his wallet which also meant that he completely forgot about leaving a note. And then Yuuri took it as a sign that Viktor expected him to leave/wanted him gone and by the time Viktor got back he was feeling awkward and embarrassed and very stuck in the mindset that Viktor must not want him there anymore. Which, to be fair on him, is quite reasonable if after (what he was assuming was) a one night stand you wake up alone with no note. 

If Viktor hadn’t left he wouldn’t have had the desire to just rush out, he was actually being kind of affectionate and cuddly the night before after they finished. He still would have felt a lot of animosity towards Viktor but his walls would be a lot less guarded and if Viktor had asked, just like in chapter 12, there would be no way for him to avoid the conversation. So he would end up telling Viktor then and there why he hates him so much and the whole story would be very different  

BTS's Reaction To First Meeting You

a/n: this is my first reaction, so sorry if it’s shit ://

Namjoon (Rap Monster): He would see you from the other side of the music store whilst he was buying new equipment. He would study you for a second, trying to simultaneously work up the courage to talk to you, and figure out what exactly to say. When he saw Wale’s newest album in your hands some of his tension released, he breathed a little easier.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Jin: You would meet Jin somewhere extremely random, like at a grocery store. You’d be rushing to get everything you needed, and in this rush you end up dropping an armful of food. Jin was see this and rush over, helping you pick everything up and put it in your cart. And, of course, he would make a lame dad joke in an attempt to get your number.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi (Suga): He would be having a very busy day, going from place to place at a seemingly impossible pace. Whilst rushing out of the studio he accidentally ran into you, sending you to the ground. Of course you were fine, but Yoongi felt extremely bad for what happened. He would ask you for your number to check up on you later.  

Originally posted by cyyphr

Hoseok (J-Hope): Your friend worked as a choreographer, and she had enlisted your help with a dance for her next class. Hobi was eager to get in some practice, so he hightailed off to a studio. He mistakenly walked into the room you and your friend were in, and was instantly captivated with you, just by the way you moved. He would strike up a conversation with you after you came out, asking if you’d be interested in practicing with him.

Originally posted by sparkleyesjk

Jimin: You were out sightseeing with your friends, as atypical of tourists on vacation. You were on the beach, taking loads of pictures. Jimin saw you, laughing and smiling, and something about your aura attracted him to go over and introduce himself, leaving Jin behind. Even though he approached you, he would still act all shy and cute, making you smile even brighter than before.

Originally posted by okayoongz

Taehyung (V): Taehyung was wrapped up in all the art that stood before him, taking his time to truly admire the delicate beauty of the paintings. Almost nothing could pull him out of this trance. The one thing that could was the woman who stood next to him suddenly. He would ask you your opinions on the piece, and even offer to walk around with you, taking time to admire more beauty beyond the art.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook: You were scouring the rows of games, looking for something new to play. You didn’t have anything particular in mind, so you turned to the person next to you and asked if he had any recommendations. Jungkook was a bit flustered at first, as you two had been standing in the same aisle for some time, and he really wanted to start a conversation, but he wasn’t sure what to lead with. When he finally got his mind straight, he helped you pick out a couple new games.

Originally posted by jjks

I hope you enjoyed! Leave requests for who and what I should do next :)

2 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count: 3,405 
i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies etc

Originally posted by annabartollo

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“You’d better take her back to headquarters, Namjoon will want to know why she’s still alive." 


"You can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Jungkook whispered as he started the car engine, “Taehyung can’t see us through the blackout windows.” His comment was everything but comforting, you were awkwardly sprawled across the back seat of a car without blacked out windows, about to be taken to some kind of headquarters where you would no doubt be killed. 

“Who are you? What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?” Your voice wobbled as you sat up in the car so you could watch the city lights zoom past you, the memory of Jungkook killing a man still playing in your mind, 

“If I wanted you dead I would have killed you by now.” His voice was stern and flat, emotionless. 

“You murd-" 

"I’ll explain everything in time. Which way is your apartment?" 

"I’m not telling you where I live! Are you crazy?! You just shot a guy in the face! I- I thought we were going to-" 

"Don’t underestimate me and just tell me what I want to know. How do I get to your apartment?" 

Silence. 

"I could always pull the car over and break your fingers until one of them points me in the right direction." 

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anonymous asked:

Any awkward roommate AUs? I just got into contact with my roommate for next year when I start college, and holy heck, and I feel like she doesn't want anything to do with me or like I really annoy her? I feel like an awkward mushroom and just want to write stuff to make it go away... ugh. On another note, hi! Hope your day is going well!

  • “I don’t know what part of ‘four people will be sharing the same bathroom’ that you don’t understand, because you keep leaving your smelly shoes RIGHT next to the toilet. Unless you want to wake up and find them in the toilet, I would recommend finding a new place to put them.” AU
  • Character A is ready for college! They’ve got their roommate assignments and had a few casual conversations with them, but on orientation week when Character A steps into their new dorm, they see that Character B has already completely set up their side of the room with anime posters/Dungeon and Dragons stuff/furry artwork/etc. Turns out Character B is a major fan of some stuff that Character A has never even heard of.
  • “Hey there, I’m an awkward mushroom and I’m really bad about talking to people through social media and stuff, but would you like to maybe go grab bagels and learn about each other?  We are going to be spending the next few months together to it might be good to start off on a good foot.” AU
  • Character A has never really gotten along with their roommate, Character B. Starting off, Character B never really wanted to try to talk to Character A, and instead just spent all of their time on their laptop. One night, while Character A is up and stressing over an exam they have in the morning, Character B looks over and says: “oh hey, I’m really good at that class. Do you need me to help you?”
  • Character A had planned on rooming with Character C, their best friend from high school, but because of an intense fight, Character A is assigned a last minute, random roommate. Not sure what to expect, Character A is surprised on orientation day to find that Character B, their new roommate, has brought Character A brownies/organic trail mix/homemade marshmallow-rice squares/etc. as a sort of ‘I know we haven’t really talked before but here’s this so please please please like me’ gift.
  • “Listen…I’ve never had alcohol before so can we like, forget the fact that we stayed up until 3am spilling our deepest secrets to each other? That was two days ago and we haven’t talked about it since.” AU

**This ask was originally sent in by @genosha-meiuqer but had to be modified slightly and sent again on anon.

The Berserker.

For @kalendraashtar  🤗


Part 1.


 Claire had arrived at the village three days prior and the tension that ran through it was palpable. She’d heard the stories of how the little hamlet had sided with one Earl over another. Two brothers vying for power; one ascended, the other roamed the lands wreaking havoc on those deemed his brother’s sympathizers. Rumours had the wannabe-Earl headed for them next.

She had only meant to stay a day or two before moving on, but there were more people that needed her help than she had anticipated. Rumours or not, she was more than eager to be gone; the villagers’ fear seeped through her, Claire had resolved to leave early the next morning, come what may.

They heard them just before daybreak.

A high pitch, blood curdling screech pierced the early misty dawn. Claire sat bolt upright, the sound going straight up her spine, making her entire body unpleasantly tingle. There was a moment, where the entire world stopped in silence. For a heartbeat after the cry, nothing moved, nothing breathed, nothing dared. Then the screaming started.

It was sheer pandemonium. Everyone seemed to burst out of their beds and crofts at once and ran every which way, but the marauders were far too organized for the farmers and crofters. They fell where they stood, no match for the violence that befell them.

Claire kept to the shadows, skirting her way tightly along the houses, trying to make it to the safety of the treeline and beyond, from whence the marauders had come. She tried to focus on the directions the sounds came from, but it was no use, there was just too much noise and carnage to focus on anything but keeping her heart from exploding out of her chest.

She found herself outside a stable, the horses frightened, neighing frantically, kicking at their stalls trying to get away from the shouts outside. Take a horse! she thought, you’ll get away quicker! But no sooner had the thought entered her mind, when a group of men burst into the stable, dragging women in with them - spoils of war. Claire pushed back into the shadows, praying they’d swallow her whole. 

They spoke a tongue she didn’t recognize, a deep guttural sort of language, as rough as the men themselves. they were big and utterly savage. One man stood apart; a giant of a man, towered over the others, as drenched in blood as the rest. Something about him drew her gaze. Bloody sword in hand, shirt half-torn down the front, a gaping wound beneath, he had no woman of his own and didn’t seem all that pleased with those that did.

One of the other men pushed a woman toward him, forcing him to grab her by the shoulders and set her aside. He said something, fiercely glaring at the other man, who had stepped forward, his back to Claire, and stood an inch from him - he would have blocked out any other man from sight, large as he was, but he was no match the giant Berserker - glaring back. A fire blazed outside the stable, silhouetting the redheaded giant in a fiery haze.

His eyes suddenly flicked up over the man’s shoulder, as if he could feel the intensity of her gaze on him. His eyes locked with hers, fear paralyzing her to the spot. His face was a iron mask, she could read nothing whatsoever on it. Then, with an infinitesimal of head shakes; don’t scream, it said, gesturing her to the deeper shadows on her right. She did as he bid, crouching low into the corner and held her breath.

***

It felt like a lifetime, hands pressed against her ears, filled with pain and misery before the group was done and had moved on, but Claire had been too afraid to stand back up, to move, to even open her eyes, till she felt the gentlest of touches. Hands on her elbows urged her to her feet, yet she still didn’t dare open her eyes. A hand moved from her elbow and light a feather, brushed an unruly curl back behind her ear. A voice deep and soothing said something she didn’t understand, but knew from the tone of his voice, he meant nothing threatening. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up into the face of the bloodied Berserker.

He spoke again, but she shook her head, “I don’t understand you,” she said, barely above a whispered breath. He looked surprised. It wasn’t something he was expecting.

“Don’t…” he said halting, “Don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm.”

She stared at him astonished. No one here spoke her language - herself only speaking their common tongue in bits and pieces, ‘where does it hurt?’ the only thing she truly needed to know how to say after all, to heal.

“What do you mean to do?” she asked shakily. His hands on her elbows tightened a fraction. She was still in her night shift, the cold morning air and the shock of the dawn’s savagery, had her shaking uncontrollably, yet she could feel the heat emanating from him and seep into her, as if he burned from within.

“See you safe,” she said, looking over his shoulder. Voices and hurried footsteps sounded from outside, moving to and fro. “If I can.”

“Why would you help me?”

He looked down at her, eyes soft, almost pleading. “There’s been enough death and pillaging tonight. If I can save just one, I will. They will not dishonour you, I won’t let them.”

She felt truly safe for the first time since it had all began, something about the young Berserker comforted her.

“You aren’t like the others. You’re not one of them, are you?” she said with a surety that surprised even her.

“You ask a lot of questions, do you know that,” he said, smiling a crooked smile at her that she couldn’t help but return. 

Then they came. Footsteps rushing back into the stable. They had no time whatever to conceal themselves; the men upon them in a flash.

Do my eyes deceive, or has young Jamie found himself a woman,” said one of them, voice dripping with contempt.

This is none of your concern,” the Berserker replied, turning to face them, shielding her from view at the same time. He felt her fingers take a handful of the back of his shirt, holding fiercely to him.

Easy! It isn’t like we’ve come to watch - though I have half a mind to - just glad to see you’ve taken to our ways at last. Your uncle will be pleased. Just remember to leave some for him when you’re done,” he smirked.

Leave.”

Claire had understood not a word of their conversation, but felt the burning fury of the Berserker’s last word and whatever the men he faced saw in his face was enough to have them back away from him and out of the stable. She kept her hands on his waist as he turned back to her. “What did you say to-” but her question was cut off as her hands came in contact with the wound across his torso, making him wince. “You’re hurt, “ she remembered, stupidly, peeling the blood soaked shirt away from the wound, her fingers already drenched crimson.

“It’s nothing. We need to get you away from here! Now!” he said urgently. She could see his mind working as he thought of an escape route.

He closed his eyes trying to control his racing mind and heart. The men would have told his uncle already about the woman. And he knew his uncle well enough to know he’d covet her for nothing more than to spite him - to take what was his. He needed to get her away before they returned.

“Come! This way!” He said, and not waiting for any more questions, he grabbed her arm and rushed them out the stables and into the rising sun.

***

how i think their tokyo date went

as requested by the lovely @darpom15 ! thank you so much for this prompt, i don’t know how i never thought of writing it before :) 

(this also turned out to be much longer than i expected lol sorry)


They had just finished dinner and Magnus had somehow managed to convince Alec to go to a bar for a couple of drinks. The two stopped in front of an overflowing building with neon lights lining the windows and Alec immediately tensed up. “Magnus…” Alec said cautiously, causing the man to stop in his tracks in front of him.

Magnus turned to face Alec with a hopeful smile. He knew exactly what Alec was thinking and sighed. “I know you wouldn’t have come if I told you it was a gay bar, Alexander.” Alec hesitantly looked back at the doorway of the bar. “It’s a Downworlder bar too, it’ll be fine,” reassured Magnus, reaching a hand out to Alec, a comforting smile on his face.

Throwing all caution to the wind, Alec took Magnus’ hand. He couldn’t stay in his own bubble forever. He was just starting to feel comfortable in his own skin and he had to take advantage of the opportunity to branch out when he had the time. As soon as they stepped in, Alec’s hand became sweaty and Magnus noticed almost immediately. Alec looked around the place, at the Vampires, Seelies, and even the odd Shadowhunter. He knew the Shadowhunters in Tokyo had a better relationship with Downworlders and Alec could only wish it were the same back in New York.

He also noticed everyone in the bar was exactly like him and Magnus. Men with men, women with women, just people with people, out to have a fun night, and Alec decided to do the same. He tightened his grip on Magnus as they weaved through the crowd up to the bartender.

“Nice to see you stop by again, Magnus,” said the bartender while serving another customer. Magnus turned his head in surprise and smiled at the man.

“Always a pleasure, Hinata!” exclaimed Magnus, beaming.

Alec looked between the two, an eyebrow raised. “You two know each other?” asked Alec. He looked the man behind the counter up and down, noticing his pale skin and the sharp teeth poking through his grin. Vampire.

Hinata threw his head back in a laugh. “Oh, we go way back,” he replied, walking up to the two. Alec noticed Hinata had red streaks through his hair, similar to how Magnus did his own sometimes. The glitter under his eyes was also a dead give away that the two had previously known each other.

Magnus nodded and looked back at Alec. “Hinata was the one to introduce me to the nightlife here in Tokyo. Right up his alley,” chuckled Magnus, looking at him fondly. Alec hardly got to see this side of Magnus. The look he gave Hinata was one that Alec had never seen before but he quickly recognised it as a look that said ‘God, I’ve missed this’. And Alec caught himself grinning at Magnus.

“Almost 70 years ago now, if I’m not mistaken.” Hinata turned towards Alec. “And even then it was rare to see Magnus Bane walking around with a Shadowhunter on his arm,” said Hinata. He pointed at Alec. “You must be special,” he commented with a smirk on his face and Magnus’ smile only grew.

Alec let out a carefree laugh and placed a hand on Magnus’ back. He excused himself for a moment to use the bathroom and braced himself before turning back into the sweaty crowd. Just as he was making his way back to Magnus, Alec couldn’t help but overhear a conversation that a group of Seelies were having. He didn’t understand much due to the conversation being in Japanese but he knew enough to pick out some words.

Alec hurried his way over to Magnus and Hinata. Placing a hand on Magnus’ arm, Alec said, “I think we might wanna leave.”

A look of worry overtook Magnus’ face and his features became tense. “Why? Did something happen?” asked Magnus. He was sure that Alec had been enjoying himself until now.

Alec shook his head and swallowed hard. “I overheard two Seelies on my way back. I didn’t really understand everything but I did hear the words 'bastard’, 'fortune’, and 'Magnus’ in the same sentence, so…”

Magnus frowned and looked around behind Alec, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. Hinata laughed loudly behind the counter and they both turned to him questioningly. “I heard that too,” he said and looked down in order to concentrate on hearing the Seelies better. “Magnus… has another thing… coming… if he thinks he can show his face here again,” relayed Hinata slowly, translating as best he could. Alec’s eyes went wide as he stared at Magnus. Hinata chuckled. “Sounds like you’re in big trouble this time,” he said pointedly and Magnus cringed.

Magnus had messed with so many people in his life that he couldn’t even remember what he had screwed up all the way back in Tokyo. He looked over Alec’s shoulder again and racked his brain for any sign of his wrongdoing. Suddenly, through the crowd, Magnus locked eyes with the group of Seelies that Alec had described and he felt his stomach turn. But in a way that made him excited.

“Yeah we should leave,” said Magnus, getting up and grabbing Alec by the arm. The Seelies began walking towards the pair. “Scratch that – we should run.”

Alec started in surprise as Magnus pulled on him as hard as he could, making his way to the exit as quickly as possible. Alec couldn’t believe what was happening. What were the chances that Magnus would run into someone he was avoiding all the way in Tokyo? The cold air hit them harshly as they stepped out onto the streets and then they were running. They ran and ran and ran until they could be sure that they had lost them. They ran until they reached a dark alleyway that Magnus pulled Alec into. Magnus seemed to know Tokyo like the back of his hand and Alec couldn’t fathom how one man could be so smart.

They stopped running once they reached a kind of pond, dark and empty of any Mundanes. The two collapsed onto a bench, panting and collecting their breath while at the same time laughing uncontrollably. They couldn’t believe how a seemingly peaceful date had turned into something so chaotic. Magnus pulled on Alec’s elbow and placed his hands on either side of the boy’s face. He kissed the boy slowly amidst the laughter and Alec grinned into it, still coming down from the adrenaline rush.

“I was going to ask how much you owe them, but I don’t think I wanna know anymore,” chuckled Alec. Magnus laughed back.

“I’ll be honest, Alexander. I don’t even remember,” he said, sending Alec into another laughing fit. Alec leaned back in the bench and looked at Magnus, a smile creeping its way onto his face without even trying. It had been so long since either of them had laughed that hard. Magnus turned his gaze towards the pond and Alec admired his grace.

Looking behind them, Alec noticed a souvenir shop across the road. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured to Magnus, not wanting to disturb the silence. Magnus nodded and relaxed into the seat.

Alec skipped across the road and made sure not to take long. He picked up a red omamori, paid quickly, and shoved it deep into his pocket. He didn’t want to give it to Magnus just yet. He made his way over to the Warlock again and placed an arm around him. Magnus leaned into the touch, breathing in Alec’s pleasant scent. “What now?” whispered Alec against Magnus’ skin, making it tingle.

Magnus never understood how Alec was able to do that. He sometimes played around with his magic, but Alec, his touch alone made Magnus crazy. He turned to face his boyfriend and grinned from ear to ear which made Alec’s heart skip a beat. “To Prague.”


i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, the kind of morning scene i want.

Little idea inspired by Brendon’s story about falling off his skateboard. Full credit to whoever this photo was posted by orginally <3 <3 dedicated to the amazing @lacyandbeebourie becayse I love her <3

I’m sorry it’s so long XD

Word count - 5781

A Couple Puffs Then We’re Done

I padded through the college into my lecture, I was about 20 minutes early so I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there yet. I winced at the stinging sensation on my leg under my jeans, why I had thought skinny jeans were a good idea after bailing off my board yesterday was beyond me, but it was me after all. To my surprise the lecture room wasn’t a ghostland and as luck would have it there were even some of my friends, I glanced over at Brendon, Ryan and Spencer sitting a little away from my friends, no doubt Ryan had followed Sophia here. Brendon smiled at me, we didn’t talk huge amounts but we had worked together on projects a few times, nevertheless he was still super hot, tattoos covering his left forearm and always wearing a tshirt with skinny jeans, almost black hair lazily flicked to one side with his hand. He was in a band and played a ton of instruments AND sang which just made him hotter quite honestly. I walked through to my friends and threw myself into a chair, groaning out when I scraped the raw skin on my leg.

“AH fuck!” I yelped slightly, my hands flying to my right thigh.

“Jesus what happened to you?” Sophia asked, turning her head to face me.

“I had a total wipe out on my board yesterday.” I laughed at my own stupidity, it was even doing a trick, literally doing an ollie down a step.

“Isn’t that in the sea?” Lola asked in typical airhead fashion.

“Skateboard Lo.” I sighed, giggling.

“What happened?” Sophia asked, laughing with me.

“I tried to ollie down a step and just failed miserable, I fell straight on my ass and it fucking hurt.” I laughed, never the one to hold back when explaining things.

“You’re an idiot.” She teased, giggling along with me, I heard the boys chatting behind us.

“You know I did pretty much the exact same thing last summer.” Brendon’s smooth voice rang out, I snapped my head around, he was grinning slightly.

“Really? I didn’t even know you board.” I turned to face him, that distinctive half smile, that I wish I didn’t love so much, was plastered all over his face.

“Yeah! I was skating across the road and tried to ollie up the sidewalk and just went flying forward, scraped my whole side up, I think I got a picture somewhere.” He shook his head as he told the story, his smile beaming at me, god he was too hot, one hand slipping up to run through his impossibly dark hair. “What board do you have anyway?”

“I got a Diamond Supply custom.” I grinned, picturing my gorgeous skateboard sitting in my dorm room.

“Nice! Mines an Alien Workshop. It’s beat up as fuck I need a new one. How did you get your hands on a custom aren’t they way expensive?”

“I got it for my 18th from my dad. It’s getting pretty beat up already.”

“I’ve literally never seen a Diamond Supply custom in person.”

“Oh my God, mine is gorgeous! I…” I hesitated for a split second, rethinking my plan to fuck with a guy with so much of a reputation. “I mean, I can show you mine, you can fuck about with it tomorrow or something.”

“Seriously? Awesome, it’s a date!” He chimed, grinning the biggest smile ever at me, the girls giggled a little. “Although… please expect me to be bugging you about this like tomorrow, because I really like those boards.” We sat and nattered a little more about skating and different boards before our professor came in and we had to be quiet. The rest of the class I kept feeling Brendon’s eyes on me, turning occasionally to see his head snap away, turning to face the front again, his focus on his notebook was adorable, lip pulled between his teeth and brows scrunching up occasionally. I wasn’t paying attention much. As we finished I shoved my books back in my bag, standing and trailing after the girls, we were about to head to get some food when a voice disturbed us.

“Hey Y/N!” Brendon yelled, running up to me, the girls were giggling already, I turned to face him, returning the smile he shot at me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well… umm seeing as we don’t have many of the same classes and might not see each other til’ next week, I was gonna ask if umm… well… could I have your number?” He stuttered slightly, grinning nonetheless, I heard whispering from behind me but opted to ignore it.

“Yeah sure, pass your phone.” He did so without hesitation, thrusting his phone into my hands. “It's… umm it’s locked.”

“Oh shit yeah…” He leaned in. “8274” He whispered, I raised an eyebrow, tapping in the digits, his phone unlocked.

“You didn’t have to tell me. You literally could have done it yourself.”

“eh… I don’t mind you knowing my password. Don’t tell anyone though. Private stuff.” He said, his tone teasing and did he just wink at me? I tapped my number into his phone and called myself so I knew his too, he took his phone back triumphantly, grinning. “Thanks… I’ll text you later, maybe we can plan something.” He grinned, pulling me into a quick hug before sauntering away.

“Someone’s popular.” Sophia giggled along with Lola, both of them staring.

“Oh shut up.”

It was late afternoon when my phone buzzed for the first time, the name Brendon popping up on screen.

Brendon: Hi…

I smiled at the awkward as hell message, typing one back, hesitating before I pressed send, the following conversation was actually pretty cute… I think.

Me: Hey, couldn’t wait to speak to me again? ;)

It took precisely 30 seconds for it to buzz again.

Brendon: I was actually here to ask for nudes, why else would I want your number? :D

I laughed at his response, typing my own one out.

Me: Creeeeeep. That line work for you before? :P

Brendon: Oh don’t flatter yourself. I meant of your board ;) *nervous laughter*

Me: Suuuuuure.

Brendon: That a no?

Me: Shut up!

Brendon: Gotta run, band practise. Talk later?

Me: I’m free all night :)

Brendon: OK… text you later :*

I looked back to my laptop when the phone buzzed again.

Brendon: By the way, add me on Snapchat :* patdBrendon x

Did he send me a kiss? I added him anyway, he didn’t accept right away but I knew he was with the band so I didn’t sweat it. I kept working on my music theory stuff, a notebook to the side of me as I jotted things down. I spent a good couple of hours working before I was disturbed by the girls coming busting in the room, all dressed up and ready to go out, there was a party but I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to go.

“Hey studious Sally, coming out?” Sophia asked, giggling as she tugged at her dress, she looked pretty but so typically girly.

“I should work really. Plus it’s not really my scene.” I tried to talk her into leaving me alone, but it failed.

“Oh come on, Ryan and Spencer will be there.” Lola squealed, the both had a thing with those two.

“And that benefits me how?” I asked, turning back to my notebook and finishing off my sentence.

“Because Brendon will be with them.” Sophia teased me, I shook my head. “Oh come on! It’s just one night to have some fun!” I knew she would keep going on if I didn’t agree so I gave in.

“OK fine! Give me half hour to yet ready.” They giggled excitedly, hopping around like 5 year olds. “And don’t even try to get me to wear a dress.” They left me be finally, leaving to go do whatever other useless pre party rituals they wanted. I stood in front of my mirror, my hair had been plaited all day so I opted for the easy option of taking it out, leaving it wavy around my shoulders, I put some smokey eyeshadow on and mascara and my favourite dark red lipstick, satisfied with my head I decided to go look through my wardrobe. I opted for black, ripped skinny jeans and a cropped tank top, throwing on my beat up old converse and my sweater over the top, it was a nice sweater so I was sure I could get away with it. I actually felt like I looked pretty cute so decided to show off a little, opening Snapchat on my phone, I lifted the phone up a little to show the whole outfit, smiling into the camera, writing “Being forced to go out XD” under it. I posted it on my story and within a few minutes I got a text from Brendon again.

Brendon: What party are you being forced to go to? ;)

Me: I don’t even know who’s party is it… I got nagged into it.

Brendon: Well as luck would have it I’m also being forced to go to a party :P

Me: Might not even be the same one…

Brendon: I hope it is ;)

I decided to leave it at that, I didn’t want to make myself seen desperate or needy, play it cool Y/N, play it cool. Funnily enough I got another message from him, this time on Snapchat, he was wearing a dark shirt and snapback, a smile plastered across his face. “Nice outfit though…” it read. I smirked slightly at the snap, did he just say I looked good? I started to get an all too familiar feeling of anxiety that I was reading this whole situation wrong, I mean he had a reputation as a bit of a womaniser and I was starting to worry I was just his next quest. I tried to swallow down my nervous feelings and finish getting ready, skipping the jacket because I knew how warm it was tonight. The girls came bursting back through the door, both eyeing me.

“Ok not gonna lie, you might not be wearing a dress but you look hot!” Lola giggled, looking me up and down.

“Agreed, and your makeup is smoking.” Sophie added on the end, they both had their purses and were ready to go.

“Jesus do I have girlfriends or pervy guy friends here?!” I grabbed my back, slinging it over my shoulder. “Can we get this damn party over with?” With that I was dragged away, lead to some frat house on campus, jesus this would be annoying.

The party was a typical college party, tonnes of drunk jocks trying to get into the sorority girls pants, it was times like this when I regretted being such a quiet person in college, at least if I spoke to more people I wouldn’t be such a loner at parties. Some drooling jock came stumbling over to me, leaning his arm on the wall above me, he stunk of beer and cologne, not a good combination.

“You’re that skater girl, into all the metal music and weird shit right?” He slurred out, his breath was disgusting and made me feel pretty nauseous actually.

“Umm yeah I guess.” I sighed, taking a sip of my drink, he was wearing the college football team jersey, why you would wear it to a party I don’t know.

“It’s pretty hot, all that emo shit.” He slurred again, wow this was probably the most offensive pick up I’d ever experienced.

“Oh really, well the dumb jock look isn’t, so go find some other girl to hit on.” I snapped slightly, slipping out from under his arm and heading away, to my surprise, Brendon was standing in front of me, head tilted to the side with a broad smile, he looked so good tonight, his jeans fitted him in the best way and his dark tshirt sitting under a black leather jacket, I noticed the absence of the snapback though.

“Lose your hat?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“Eh, it didn’t go with the jacket.” He shrugged, eyes moving to the jock that had been speaking to me 30 seconds ago. “You look about as happy to be here as me.”

“Just got told that ‘all the emo shit’ is pretty hot by some drooling chimp.” I giggled slightly, Brendon gently pulled me to the side to someone could get past me, the small contact felt nice. “So all in all a pretty good night.” He scoffed with laughter.

“Ah damn, I knew jocks were your type.” He leant on a table next to us, flicking his hair from his face effortlessly.

“Oh please, there’s only about 20 brain cells on that whole team and 10 of them are in the captain.” I sassed, putting the empty cup in my hand down.

“Ouch, I felt that burn from here, you want another drink?” He smiled sweetly, his eyes seeming to cost up and down me.

“Nah its cool, I wasn’t planning to stay much longer anyway.” I shook my head, returning the smile he gave me, with that Lola and Sophia come over, hanging off of Spencer and Ryan’s arms respectively. Music began blaring and I couldn’t hear myself think, I heard Lola shouting at Brendon and I to come and dance, as much as I tried to avoid it even Brendon was trying to convince me.

“Ah come on… just a few songs?” He pouted at me, smiling brightly when I relented and allowed myself to be lead onto the dancefloor. We all danced together, singing along to the music, it was fun for about 20 minutes then the novelty of dancing with the guy I liked had worn off. Brendon pulled me close as them music played and I felt my heart beginning to race, pounding in my chest as his lips leant close to my ear.

“Wanna blow this place? I’m bored outta my mind!” He yelled over the music, I nodded, letting him lead me out the party. “Don’t you need to let your friends know where you’re going?”

“Nah, they’re too busy with Spencer and Ryan, I’ll text them.” I shook my head, Brendon and I walked aimlessly for a while before he spoke.

“Wanna go pick up our boards? I got some weed at mine we could have a smoke and skate?” He smiled, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Smoke weed on campus?” I heard the shock in my own voice, cringing a little.

“Calm down goody two shoes, my place is off campus, we could pick up your board then walk to mine, then maybe we could go for a skate?” He smiled sweetly, the idea sounded amazing, it wasn’t so late and the sun was going to set soon, it was warm and breezy so I wouldn’t get too hot.

“You know… that sounds like an awesome idea.” I smiled, we walked to mine, Brendon spent about ten minutes in my room just gushing over my skateboard before I finally managed to drag him out to go to his place. He walked and I used my board, even though I let him have a few turns on it, we headed over to his place, he let me in and lead me to his bedroom.

“Want me to roll a few blunts before we go? So we don’t have to keep coming back or rolling while we’re out?” He sat down, pulling out a small box with all of his stuff in.

“It’s ok, I’ll only have a little. Don’t wanna steal all your weed.” I tried to argue but he shook his head.

“Don’t be silly, I’ll roll and few and you can smoke as much as you want.” He did as he said, rolling a few blunts and putting them in a small silver tin, throwing that in the pocket of his leather jacket, he lead me outside, grabbing his own board as we left, he grabbed keys and his wallet. “It sucks that that you know how to skate.” He grinned at me, I tilted my head to the side, confused by the comment.

“What… why?” I was totally puzzled by it.

“Because… teaching you how to skate would have been a really good way to get close to you.” He flashed a cheesy grin, both of us cracking up into giggles, after he giggled be pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes flitting up and down over me again.

“Well looks like you’ll have to be more inventive then.” I challenged, still wasn’t sure about this but I was all up for having fun tonight.

“Well aren’t you lucky I like a challenge.”

As we were skating around near his place we took the odd video of each other, I posted a few of Brendon skating on snapchat as well as a few selfies, he took a few videos of us both smoking and skating, playing some music off of my phone. Time completely flew by, the sun was setting fast and we were both pretty stoned skating around, laughing and joking on his snapchat and my own. I stopped and slid my sweater off, feeling the heat bubbling on my skin from skating, throwing it on the grass I was left in my cropped tank top, strappy and sitting just above my naval. I felt Brendon’s eyes on me, flitting up and down my body slowly, it was actually kind of hot feeling like he might actually be attracted to me. His jacket was already on the ground, he stopped, running a hand casually through his hair, flopping on the ground to light a blunt. I sat next to him, glad to be taking a breather for a minute, flopping back on the grass, smoking a little before he headed up to skate some more, smiling at me as he messed around. While he was skating again I looked at his Snapchat, he had taken several videos and pictures and posted them, one was of us both boarding, one picture of us sitting smoking a joint. I looked at the next video and it was me skating with the words “she’s perfect” and a heart sticker on it, I felt myself blush a little, the next picture was us on the grass with “beats a party anyday” written on it. The last few pictures and videos on his story were what got me. One was a picture of me, sweater off midway through an ollie, it was a pretty good picture actually but it was the caption that got me. “Lucky to be with her tonight” and more hearts followed, the final video was us skating and laughing. “A night well spent.” I was blushing so hard by the end of the story, he came skating over, plopping back down next to me on the grass. I took out my phone, holding it out in front of us and pressing a kiss to his cheek, snapping the picture, captioning it “He’s adorable” I plastered the end of it with hearts.

“So tell me more about yourself Urie.” I teased as we lay in the grass, taking an pull of the blunt he had given me.

“There’s not much to know.” He smiled, looking up at the sky.

“Liar… there’s tonnes to know, you just don’t trust anyone enough to tell them.” I smiled and got one back, his eyebrows arched slightly at me.

“Wow… beautiful and intelligent, have I fallen on my feet here?” He flashed another gorgeous smile and I giggled, feeling myself flushing pink, he took a pull on his own joint.

“Oh stop teasing and open up will ya?” I laughed, even though I actually wanted him to, he knew tonnes about me.

“Well, what do ya want to know?”

“Anything you want to tell me.”

“Well… I’m from Vegas, a small town called Summerville, I used to be Mormon, I’m an Aries, I love music more than anything, I play drums, piano, guitar, bass and I sing and mix music for the band too.” He smiled, touching my cheek, I felt my head lean into his touch. “How’s that?”

“Umm good…” I smiled, trying to think of things to keep the conversation going. “So… how did you find moving to college?”

“You know it was pretty easy, I moved out when I was 17 so it wasn’t really any different for me.” I stared at him in shock, I had no idea about any of this.

“What do you mean you moved out at 17?” I asked, interested but trying not to pry.

“Well, when I told my parents I didn’t believe in god, things got pretty sucky for a while, a lot of arguments, so I moved out.”

“But how did you afford that?”

“I worked in a smoothie shop while I was in high school, I only had like 2 lessons a day and would be out by half 10 so I used to work like 8 hours.”

“You must have been exhausted most of the time.”

“Well yeah, but it was worth it, I got into college AND I the band is doing great.” He smiled sweetly, both of us were probably just high and talking shit but it was nice anyway.

“Really?”

“Yeah, we have a meeting with Pete Wentz next month!” He gushed, turning to face me. We continued to talk, getting to know small things about each other that maybe we wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t for tonight, how his favourite colour is red and he loves Frank Sinatra, and his hopes and dreams for the band. It felt surreal, yet it was such an intimate conversation, laying and smoking on the grass, I told him about my family and how I wish they’d support my interests a little more, he asked me endless questions about my interests and told me all about his family and his life. All of a sudden I felt like I could tell him anything, like he was the most trustworthy person in my life. “You… you don’t have to keep telling me stuff just because I asked.” I smiled, I felt his hand touch mine, holding it gently, his smile equally as sweet as he looked at me.

“I’m telling you because I want to. Not because you made me.” He gently stroked my fingers, shifting a little closer to me, he blew the last draw of his blunt out, throwing it away, we went silent, looking at each other, before I could say another word he kissed me, slow and gentle, fingers lacing in with mine, hand pulling me in by the waist. His lips began to move against mine in slow, methodical movements, tongue brushing my lip gently, I eagerly parted my lips allowing his tongue to move against my own. His hand tangled into my hair, pulling my body close, I whimpered against him, he was such a good kisser, it was making my mind turn to mush, I found myself gripping onto his arms and moaning like a 15 having their first kiss. He pulled back, gasping slightly, his eyes fiery and black, breathing heavy as his arms held me clothes.

“My place?” He mumbled, biting his lip as he pressed another kiss to my lips.

“Yes…” I whimpered, feeling him act quickly, he stood and yanked me up, grabbing our stuff before we both skated home, he kept hold of my hand and somehow we managed not to fall off our boards, getting in we both threw them down near the door, he kicked his shoes off and I followed suit, following him up to his room.

Once in his room he moved over to his dresser, taking his shirt off and throwing it on his computer chair, he turned back to me.

“C’mere gorgeous.” He purred, pulling me against him, his lips pressing softly against my own, his hands sliding onto my waist, touching the skin left bare by my cropped top, his fingers curled on the hem pulling it up over my head, throwing it to the ground. “God you’re so sexy.” He practically moaned out, biting his lip at me, handing gliding over my stomach and back, fingertips stroking my skin, I heard myself moan out softly, allowing my own nervous hands to move onto his chest. He closed his eyes as my hands stroked his skin, his lips crashed down on mine, gripping me tightly against his body, the burning skin of his chest pressing against my own flushed pink flesh. He began to guide me over to the bed, working at the button on my jeans.

“They’ll be home soon.” I whispered, Brendon smirked, biting his lip.

“I know… good I got a lock right.” He winked, sauntering over to his bedroom door and pressing the lock in. “Now… lie down.” He teased, his voice low and husky, hands winding around my waist as he lowered me onto his bed, lips moving onto my neck, pressing light kisses all over the sensitive skin, I felt his teeth grazing my flesh, I whimpered as my back arched towards him. He unzipped my jeans, yanking them down my legs and tossing them to the side, unhooking my bra too, his lips moved down to my chest, kissing all over my breasts, tongue swirling against the skin, I whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder blades desperately.

“Brendon…” I gasped, writhing, his hand slid into my panties as his lips worked my flesh, biting down again, his fingers circling on my clit, he groaned as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, they were left undone. He withdrew his hand from my panties, much to my annoyance, he kicked his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers on top of me, hand back in my panties, touching my clit again, sending shudders of pleasure through me, I felt him hard against my leg, grinding into me slightly.

“Fuck Y/N…” He growled slightly, his breathing rapid and desperate.

“Come on…” I panted desperately, I needed more and he knew it, he groaned and nodded at me, pulling my panties down tossing them somewhere, he wriggled out of his boxers, I felt his bare skin against me, the heat coming from both of us was unbearable, I pressed my hips up towards him, desperate for more contact.

“Someone’s impatient.” He said biting his lip at me, the way he looked at me was driving me crazy, his lip pulled sexily between his teeth, hips grinding down against me, I whimpered again, his hand slipped in between us, he rubbed his cock against me. “So wet.” He growled out, his hips rocking slowly.

“Please Bren…” I whimpered, gripping onto him, he chuckled low in his throat, my hips rocked against his, he groaned out again. “Come on… I need you.” I whimpered, hearing my own voice breathy and desperate.

“Fuck this.” He growled, his hips snapped sharply against me, pushing into me hard, I gasped out, his hips began to snap against me, jolting me up on the bed, his hand gripping the sheets hard, pulling them next to my head. I heard myself moaning and whimpering on the bed under him as his body moved above me, face screwed up in pleasure, his own panting and moaning turning me on even more, I knew how much he was enjoying this, it made it better for me. He growled slightly, leaning up almost upright as his hips slammed into me, the low rumbling sound coming from in his chest driving me insane, I felt him hitting that perfect spot over and over again. It played in the back of my mind that the reason he was so good at this was because of his reputation and how much he’d done it before, but the though was quickly stamped out by the mind numbing pleasure he was giving me. He just grunted and groaned above me, throwing his head back in pleasure, his sexy, tattooed arm coming up to my neck, hand wrapping gently around my throat, holding it in his fingers, squeezing ever so slightly when I moaned out. He looked at me with a new intensity, his eyes burning, like he couldn’t get enough of me, it made me feel so sexy, like no one had made him feel like this before.


My brain began to fog over as an unfamiliar tightening in my stomach began to build up, I had literally only been able to cum before if it was me doing it, so the fact that Brendon had almost nailed it first time drove me crazy. His hand remained around my throat, the other gripping the sheets next to me, I hadn’t really tried rougher sex but it was so hot I couldn’t care less if it was new to me. He released my throat, instead opting to grip onto my wrists, pinning them up above my head as his mouth moved to my neck, biting down harder than before, I felt the slight suction on the skin, knowing he’d leave a dark red mark there.

“Fuck Brendon.” I gasped out, the pain was amazing, along with the pleasure of his hips slamming into me over and over, his pace was relentless, it was like it didn’t faze him at all. He smirked down, letting out another impossibly sexy moan, using only one hand to pin my wrists, the other now gripping tightly onto my hip.

“Ugh Y/N… you feel so fucking tight.” He growled out, low and husky, the tone sent shivers down my spine, I felt the slight sting of his fingers, gripping my hip possessively, I could already tell he wasn’t the type for sharing, the way his body loomed over mine, hands gripping me. His dark hair began to cling to his sweaty forehead, his head thrown back, mouth falling open as he grunted with each thrust, the bed beginning to slam against the wall loudly.

“I… I’m c-close.” I gasped, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening more, like I was about to snap, my mind growing hazy, all I could think of was his name and his body and the way he made me feel, nothing else mattered at that moment. He seemed to gain a second wind hearing me say that, his hips slamming into me with new found ferocity, growling and groaning over the top of me, released my wrists which instantly flew up to his back, gripping it tightly, I felt my nails raking down his flesh which only seemed to drive him even more crazy. He hooked my leg under his arm, allowing him deeper, his free hand tangled in my air, gripping a fistful and pulling it lightly, forcing my back to arch against him, he used to opportunity to attack my neck again, biting and sucking all over. “B-bren, I… can’t hold on much longer.” I whimpered desperately, the stings and aches of pain he was giving me drove me insane, a perfect contrast to how amazing I felt every else.

“Me too baby… I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He snarled, pulling my hair again sharply, I felt his thrusts growing sloppier and harder, he leant down close to my ear, biting just underneath it. “Cum for me.” He groaned, I came undone at his words, cumming hard around him, feeling myself tightening around him, gripping his back tight, he kept his tight grip on my body, his head bowed into the crook of my neck.

“Brendon!” I yelled out, loud and desperate, I was so glad they hadn’t come back yet, my body felt like it was fluttering, shaking and weak, suddenly he gave one last burst of hard thrusts before slowing.

“Oh fuck Y/N.” He tensed right up above me, throwing his head back, mouth open as he throbbed, hitting his peak just after me, groaned out, his own breath shaky and staggered in my ear.

He flopped down next to me, breathing heavily, sweat coating his skin as he leant back.

“Wow…” He panted slightly, taking a swig of the drink next to his bed. “That was amazing.”

“I know…” I gasped out, suddenly feeling that anxiety about it coming back. “Just so you know, I’m really not the type to do this.” I mumbled, he laughed in a low breathy tone.

“Stop thinking I’m judging you for any of this.” He smiled, pulling me a little closer to him, his million dollar smile beaming at me.

“I just… I don’t want to give you the wrong idea about me.” I sighed, allowing myself to be pulled closer to the dark haired boy.

“Well you know… I was kinda hoping that this could happen more often?” He smiled, he brushed my hair out of my face, sweat causing it to stick slightly, I raised an eyebrow, panicking that all my worries had just been confirmed. “No! I don’t just mean that, I mean tonight, me and you.”

“Me and you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as he lay next to me slightly breathless.

“You know, getting stoned and skating just the two of us, having lunch together all the time, holding hands, cuddling and watching movies. You know, all that stuff that makes single people cringe.” He smiled sincerely, cuddling up to me.

“But… why… I’m hardly your usual type.” I tried to hide the concern in my voice, he kissed my forehead gently, pulling me close to him on the bed.

“Listen… if you think you’re not damn perfect then you’re stupid. You skate, you’re beautiful, intelligent, witty, you love music and you smoke, and you’re happy to just chill. I’ve liked you for ages but tonight I finally got the chance to really speak to you and get to know you, and you’re every bit as amazing as I thought, more even.” I blushed bright red, feeling him pull the covers over us, nuzzling his face into my hair.

“I really like you Bren… I’m just scared.” I mumbled into his chest, us snuggling up together in bed felt great.

“I know… but I swear, I won’t hurt you, I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t fuck up something so amazing. I really like you too.” He smiled, we heard Ryan and Sophia giggling downstairs, they’d just come in, Brendon chuckled. “We should probably try to get to sleep before they start making noise.”

“Ok…” I mumbled again, nuzzling into his chest. “Night Brendon.”

“Night babe.”

I really hope you like it guys <3

Someone asked ‘does this mean that you think ‘people are whatever gender they genuinely and sincerely identify as’ is wrong?’

Conversations about this are rife with competing needs; something that some people find affirming of their gender identity will leave other people feeling misgendered and scared and miserable. 

I believe people when they tell me what gender they are. I also believe that “I thought I was nonbinary, and I lived as nonbinary and it turned out, nah, I was a dude” is an experience some people have had. I believe “I am definitely and genuinely and sincerely a boy but I do wish I was a girl …[three years later] I am a girl and so much happier” happens.  I think it’s clearly not true that people always have perfect knowledge of their gender and whatever they sincerely identify with that’s definitely correct. 

So ‘people are whatever gender they genuinely and sincerely identify as’ is incomplete. That doesn’t mean people aren’t the best source on the topic of their gender, or that I could be more accurate if I second-guessed them. It just means there are other dimensions: degree to which they feel obliged to round themselves off to the least intolerable of ill-fitted categories for their own safety and a source of community. Degree to which they feel comfortable in their own skin when presenting a given way. Degree to which an attainable presentation and way of being read by other people meets their gender needs. 

Because so many things people say about trans people just get used to justify denying them medical care or threatening them or explaining how beating them up is totally to be expected and best avoided by their ceasing to be trans, if you say “people might not be whatever gender they genuinely and sincerely identify as” trans people will probably feel less confident that you want to push for social norms against beating them up. 

That makes compiling a complete list of contributing dimensions is basically impossible, and I think once trans people are safe and have reliable access to hormones and won’t be fired or disowned or assaulted, then the state of the conversation about what exactly gender is will probably improve of its own accord. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to do it now, but it means we should respect that lots of people whose opinions really need to be represented in the conversation are not yet able to participate in it.

Letter

It’s Valentines day and I’m forever alone so I’m writing super fluffy things and one heartbreak because I'm evil


Another owl lands in front of you holding a red envelope. You offer the bird a treat and take the envelope. This was the 5th one today, apparently, boys thought you were quite a catch and kept sending you Valentine’s day cards. You only had sights on one boy, who was head over heals for another girl. You could sense the cliche. 

“Oo! Another one huh y/n” your friend teases. 

You roll your eyes and tear open the envelope. A smoke unicorn hops out of the envelope and prances around. You stare in awe as it leaves a trail of pink smoke. It stops in front of you and bows before disappears in a puff of smoke and leaves a small card that smells of Cinnamon. You pick up the card and look at it. The border is a shimmery gold and the writing is messy but a cute messy 

Your heart is so golden that a Niffler would paw at your heart

Seeing you makes my stomach flutter like I have a million Billywigs inside

I get so nervous around you I wish I could turn invisible like a Demiguise 

You’re more magnificent than a Thunderbird 

I would be honored if you would meet me outside of Honeydukes this Valentines. 

“Who was that from?” you friend asks. You look all over the card but couldn't find a name. 

“I don’t know” you reply. 

Names crossed your mind as you were trying to figure out who sent the letter. A certain animal lover with floppy hair and shy demeanor crossed your mind but you shook it away, he probably liked someone else. 

“Are you going to go?” They ask. 

“Yeah, I think I will.” 

You spent the rest of the day wondering who sent the letter to you. You walked into potions and sit down. 

“Okay class, since its almost valentines day. I thought we could brew Amortentia” your professor says. 

“Does anyone know what Amortentia is?” your professor asks. 

A boy in the back raises his hand, “Amortentia is the world’s strongest love potion. It smells like what the person loves most”. 

“Fantastic, 10 points to Hufflepuff” they say. They write down the intricate steps on the board. 

“Once you successfully finish and I check it off, you will write down what you smell. It will be confidential, Please begin.” 

You turn to your partner and see they’re deep in conversation with a boy. You roll your eyes and get up to grab the ingredients.  You grabbed some rose thorns and powdered moonstone. You were searching for peppermint when someone tapped your shoulder. You turned and see Newt Scamander standing behind you holding out the last ingredient you needed. 

“Um, Thanks Newt” you say taking the leaves. 

“No problem, I saw you were looking for some and I had extra so” he explains.

You both awkwardly stand in silence before Newt breaks the silence. 

“I better get back to my potion. You know, before my partner blows up the cauldron. Again.” Newt says. 

You giggle at the memory of his partner blowing his eyebrows off. Newt turns and his eyes widen. 

“WAIT DARVIN THATS THE WRONG INGREDIENT!” Newt yells as he scrambles over to Darvin before he could ruin the potion. 

A small smile appears as you watch Newt focus on his potion. He looked up at you and you averted your eyes. You walked back to your desk and started the potion. 

“Well done Y/n, Now, write down what you smell and turn it in.” Your professor tells you. 

You nod and pull out some parchment. You leaned over your potion. Cinnamon, lavender, freshly cut wood and something else you couldn’t figure out. You wrote down what you smelled and stood up to turn in your potion and your paper. 

“Ah Y/n, I need your help. Can you please organize these papers by alphabetical order, please” Your professor orders. 

You pick up the papers and go through them. You tried only looking at the names but when you came across Newt’s, it was hard to resist. You looked down and saw what he wrote. 

“Rain, freshly baked cookies, and perfume” you murmur quietly. 

Perfume? Your heart sank a little, you didn’t really wear perfume. Only on special occasions so he must have smelled someone else’s perfume. You finished organizing the papers and left. 

You flopped down on your bed and pulled out the little card you got this morning. You smiled at the words. You decided to meet up with this mystery man tomorrow. You fell asleep with the card still clutched in your hand. You failed to notice that the handwriting on the card was similar to writing you saw earlier today. 

You stood outside honeydukes fidgeting with your hands. They didn’t give you a specific time, what if we miss each other? What if this was all a joke? Maybe one of your friends was messing with you. You felt the stares from couples walking past you. You felt awkward so you went into Honeydukes. 

You walked around and hid in a corner. You felt silly waiting for someone you weren’t even sure was coming. You bought some chocolate frogs so the lady wouldn’t think it was weird you were just standing in the store for so long. You walked out and started heading back to the castle. 

“Y/N! Wait!” You turned around and saw a very flustered Newt. 

“I’m sorry I was late, er well, I’m sorry I didn’t put a time on the card. You see i was so focused on actually getting myself to write a letter to you that I forgot to put important details” Newt explains in a rushed voice. 

“You sent the note? With the smoke unicorn?” you ask. 

You were skeptical, there is no way your crush could have sent that. Way to cliche. 

“Why yes I did. D-did you not like?” He asks, his face falling a bit. 

“No No, I adored it! It was so beautiful. How did you manage to conjure something like that?” you ask. 

Newt smiles and pulls out his wand. His face changes to his look of concentration and he drew a small unicorn. It pranced around and disappeared. 

“I asked Flintwood to teach me. I saw all those other guys ask you and I felt like I needed to do something special” Newt admits. 

“You didn’t have to do anything special Newt. You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. I mean your so smart and cute and a little awkward and you know so much about animals,” you say. You notice Newt staring at you. 

“Sorry, that must sound really creepy” you say looking at the ground. 

“Do you really think that about me?” Newt asks, almost afraid of your answer. 

You look back up and nod your head, “Of course I do. You are something extraordinary Mr. Scamander” you say. 

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Newt exclaims. 

He sticks his wand in his mouth and rummages through his bag. He tried speaking but it was muffled by the wand. He pulls out a little journal with a bow on it. 

“Mrf-hrfe bhm” Newt tries to say. 

“Newt, wand” you remind him. He takes his wand out of his mouth and sticks it behind his ear. 

“I was trying to say, I would have wrapped it but I learned I am quite horrible at wrapping” He explains. you open up the journal and notice there are moving creatures on every page. 

“Newt this is amazing. I didn’t get you anything. Oh I feel horrible now” you say.

“It’s okay, I wanted to get you it and you don’t have to get me anything” Newt says. 

“Well thank you so much Newt” you lean and kiss his cheek. His blush returns and he starts fidgeting again. 

“I have some chocolate frogs, here” you say handing him one. 

“Thank you y/n, I’ll cherish it forever” Newt jokes 

“Care to accompany me to the three broomsticks?” you ask. 

“I would love to” he replies. You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. 

“Would you ever like to be on a chocolate frog?” you ask randomly. 

“It would certainly be an achievement, but what could i do that would deem me worthy of such a thing?” Newt asks. 

“Oh, i’m sure you’ll do something amazing Newt,” you say “Maybe it will have to do with Beasts” you suggest. 

“Ah yes, I see it now, Small boy on chocolate frog card for helping magical creatures” Newt says rather dramatically. You let out a laugh that makes Newt smile more. 

“That perfume, you’ve worn it before right?” Newt asks. 

“I wore it the first day of school, I think” you reply, “Why?” 

“No reason” Newt says. 

You shrug it off and put your head on Newts shoulder. You breathed in his coat smell and almost tripped when you recognized the smell. You smiled to yourself and held Newts hand a little tighter. 


FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF OMFG. I am. *sings off key* Forever alone. Happy Valentines y’all Hope someone treats you like Newt Scamander would. 

Who Even Eats Brunch

Originally posted by itsokay-itslove

Member: Exo Chen/Jongdae

Type: Fluff/Smut

“I can’t believe you brought me here,” he huffed, fidgeting in his chair awkwardly as you set down your water glass, a tight smile on your face. The dress you were wearing was too snug around the waist, and you pulled at it slightly, trying to make it more comfortable. “Who even eats like this?” 

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When Eyes Meet: Part 3

Description: At twenty-three Kit became a mother to her three siblings. Thrown into motherhood, she’s been learning to juggle two teenagers and a boy genius for the past two years, and she hasn’t quite gotten it down. So of course fate decides to through in another ball to juggle.

In a world where everyone is born with Heterochromia; One eye color is yours and the other is your soulmates, and when you meet your eyes become your own. Of course Kit couldn’t get someone normal, instead she gets a known billionaire playboy, with trust issues. Then add in superheroes and tights, because her life wasn’t complicated enough.  

Random Facts, Character Sheet

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2



Kit sat next to her soulmate. She was nervous and couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing. It was one of her more annoying habits. Even Natsume would lay a hand on her knee to make it stop. The combination of her brother being in surgery, finding out her soulmate was Bruce Wayne, and three cups of coffee had her wired.

   He had said it so casually, too. They’d been on their way to the waiting room, when he’d said, “My name is Bruce, by the way.”

   There had only been one Bruce at the party that night, and it had been the man hosting it. Her soul mate was one of the richest and most powerful men in Gotham. Fate was playing a cruel joke, and she was going to register a complaint when her time came.

She’d simply nodded, said, “Of course it is.” And kept walking. They hadn’t said anything else to each other in the hour since.

“Is Seth your only sibling?”

Slowly, her knee stopped bouncing and she turned to the man, “No. He’s one of three. Seth is sixteen. Aki is thirteen. And Natsume is nine. I’m… their guardian.”

His smile was playful, “I know.”

Kit raised an eyebrow, “You do?”

“Jim Gordon is a good friend of mine. I was going to ask him to run a background check, but he already knew you. That was a surprise.”

Kit couldn’t help but smile, “He and my dad were partners back in the day. They walked the same beat. They remained good friends until he died.”

“He told me about that. Said it was a drunk driver.”

Kit could only shrug, “I still have no clue what they were doing out that late. But the guy ran a red light, plowed into them killing them and himself. I’d just gotten in from a girl’s night when I got the call.”

“I’m sorry. I lost my parents when I was eight.”

Kit didn’t know what to say to that. Their murder had been all over the newspapers. Her father had worked a lot of nights in the effort to find their killer. Her mother had talked about the poor boy.

There was another moment of silence before Kit said the only thing she could, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say, but I’m sorry that it happened.”

Bruce doesn’t say anything for a moment before asking, “Will you tell me about your siblings?”

Kit takes the change of subject, “Seth is the oldest. He’s excellent at sports, gets good grades, and he’s always been really popular. I should say was.”

“Mad at the world?”

Kit nodded, “Ever since Mom and Dad died, he’s been picking fights, his grades have tanked, and he’s been kicked off every sports team. He’s been suspended three times, one more and he’ll be expelled.”

“So what you’re saying, is that we have our work cut out for us?”

Kit stared at him for a moment, eyebrow raised, “You’re not ready to run for the hills yet?”

He met her gaze head on, “Do I seem like the type of person to run?”

Kit’s mind flashed back to him taking down the thug that had been beating her brother, “Kids and fights are two very different things.”

Bruce inclined his head in submission, “Very true. What about your other siblings?”

Kit’s eyes narrowed, but she continued, “Aki is thirteen going on twenty-one. She’d dramatic, very involved in clubs, but her grades aren’t that great. She wants to be an actress.”

“Big dreams.”

Kit scoffed, “Big headache.”

“What about Natsume?”

Kit smiled, “Nine years old. Boy genius. Fairly withdrawn from kids his own age, and the absolute best kid you’ll ever meet. Ready to run for the hills yet?”

Kit watched as Bruce shifted in his seat, “You seem very certain that I’m going to run.”

“Any sane man would, especially billionaire playboys.”

His lips quirked upwards, “Open the bond.”

“Excuse me?”

“Open the bond. Close your eyes, and focus on that little tugging sensation.” Slowly Kit closed her eyes. The sensation was in her stomach, a metaphysical bond that she had to open. Slowly, she took a deep breath, and then she concentrated. The feelings that came through were ones of certainty and love. It was hard to describe the exact feeling, but it was as though he was wrapping his arms around her, and burying her in warmth.

Taking a deep breath, Kit opened her eyes. Turning her head, she saw that his eyes were closed, and he was holding her hand, and his fingers were laced with hers. Slowly, his eyes opened and he met her gaze. With a sigh Kit declared, “You’re insane.”

He smiled, “Alfred would probably agree with you.”

Kit shrugged, her grip tightening on his hand, “At least our lives won’t be boring.” When he let out a deep laugh, she melted a bit inside. Over the next several hours they exchanged little tidbits of information. Neither was particularly interested in sharing anything big. Enough milestones had taken place that night.

Eventually, the surgeon came out and gave the good news. Seth would be fine. The surgery had stopped the internal bleeding, and they’d fixed his collapsed lung. He still had a concussion and a broken leg to deal with. He’d be waking up soon, which left Kit stuck between a hard place and a rock.

She had two younger siblings, at home, fast asleep with a babysitter who had to be to work soon. Then she had a gravely injured, idiot of a brother in the hospital who also needed her.

“Care to share what you’re thinking?”

Kit turned to face Bruce, “I was wondering if you had enough money to clone me so that I could be at home with the younger two and here with the idiot?”

Bruce’s grin scared her a bit, “I can do one better. I can have Alfred go over.”

Kit’s eyes went wide, “No. Nononononono. You are not sending that sweet, old man to my apartment to deal with those terrors.”

The grin never left Bruce’s face, “He dealt with me, he can handle them. What choice do we have?”

“A SWAT team?”

“Katherine,” Kit wondered about the use of her whole name for a minute before he continued, “I don’t have a SWAT team. I have an Alfred, who to be honest, could probably out do the SWAT team.”

Kit slumped in her chair before waving him off to make the call. A little while later, they were allowed into Seth’s room. They were each given a reclining chair, and Kit was out within minutes.

Bruce watched her sleep. She snored lightly, and tended to toss and turn in the chair. He was still wide awake. His schedule was odd, and he was used to staying up late. It came with the territory of protecting Gotham. He stalled for a minute at the realization that he was going to have to have that conversation with her at some point. The poor woman was already tired and stressed out, but in time, he was hoping to ease that burden for her.

The cause of said stress, or at least a third of it, opened his eyes, and Bruce met the boy’s gaze. He was on so many painkillers, he doubted the kid would remember anything for a few days. But Bruce needed to make something very clear. He moved from his chair to the bed, and took a seat on the edge.

He met the boy’s gaze head on, and saw what worried his sister there. His eyes were filled anger and sadness. And beneath that, Bruce saw guilt. Leaning forward he kept his voice low, “You will not do that again. It was a stupid and selfish choice that nearly got you and your sister killed. You will not do it again.”

Anger took over the boy’s gaze, “Not dad.” He slurred.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, “You’re right. I’m not your dad. I’m your sister’s soulmate, and the one who took out your would be killer. That makes me your brother, and your new warden. And if you put Katharine through that again, I will personally make sure you don’t leave the house without some sort of tracker or bodyguard until you’re eighteen.”

Bruce watched the realization bloom on the boy’s face, right as the medicine took him back under. Bruce had no doubt they’d have that conversation again, but he was serious. He’d protect Katherine and her family, because they were his family now too.

I Never Planned on You - Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader

Words: 2569 (What the fuck this never happens)
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, a few random characters
Warnings: swearing, yelling, cheesey
Requested by anon
Can you please do one with Pietro to I Never Planned on You from Newsies? Thank you!
Authors Note: You guys have no idea how excited I was to do this and I’ve been working on it for so long i hope it makes up for the lack of imagines from the past week. very much so based off the newsies show. even parts that weren’t in the song. i was excited.

Also, little summary: you are Y/N Stark but use a different last name while working. You own your own magazine company and you and your assistant, Jeremy, are headed to New York for a few different reasons. A speedy silver-haired boy sees you, and who knows what happens from there?

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Pietro Maserlist. Masterlist.


You liked to keep it a secret that you are a Stark. Tony, as the older sibling, would carry on the Stark name to make something of himself and honor your parents. But as the second born and younger sibling, you had more freedom. You did not want to be bound to the Stark name and seen as “Tony Stark’s sister” or “another Stark” because that isn’t who you are. You knew you were one-hundred-percent capable of making it on your own, hence why you used a different last name when working.

It wasn’t important that you were a Stark. It was nice not to get compared to Tony as being merely the younger sibling, and you had more recognition than you would have had if you kept the Stark name. But that didn’t change the love you had for your brother, as you and him at least text every day.

It was funny when they did compare you, though. Your company did not have the size the Stark did, but it was getting there.

“Jeremy,” You called out to your assistant, and he walked quickly inside your office.

“Yes?” He asked as he stood at your door.

“When do we leave for my jet?” You asked. Your name may not be as big as the Stark name, but the Stark name is a really big thing; so you were a decent size. And to many surprises, you are able to have your own plane.

“About two hours, Miss (Y/N),” Jeremy smiled after looking at his schedule.

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An interview with Laura Johnston Kohl, a survivor of the Jonestown Massacre

Why did you join Peoples Temple?
The United States was going through critical growing pains in the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s. In the decade of the 1960s, five American heroes were shot and killed by vigilantes - John Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Bobby Kennedy, Malcolm X, and Medgar Evers - and many more besides these heroes. Then, we got into the war in Vietnam. I did not want the world run by bullies, nor by vigilantes. I tried as a single, naive woman to change some things - but was pretty powerless, it turned out. When I met Jim Jones, and joined Peoples Temple, I thought Jim would protect me, and stand for issues I felt were important. He had adopted children of many races, had gathered a huge interracial congregation, and stood with other leaders of our times - Angela Davis, Cesar Chavez, Dennis Banks, many in the LGBTQ community in San Francisco, and others. It seemed like a perfect fit, even though I was an atheist. Jim’s efforts were to move people into activism.

What was it about Jim Jones that first attracted you to the Temple?
From the first time I met Jim, in Redwood Valley, I was impressed at his inclusion and affection for all of us. He would hug, smile, congratulate, assist and nurture all of us regardless of age, sex, income, education, and life experience. He would be the one to notice the people cleaning up or working hard, or setting up events. His concern seemed genuine. In his own life, he and his wife had adopted five children of many races, sometimes having to fight a system opposed to household integration. They did it. His wife seemed to be as enchanted with him as the rest of us, which I thought was remarkable. And, he had political allies who were my heroes of the time - Angela Davis, Cesar Chavez, Dennis Banks, and others. In San Francisco, we were supportive of all diverse community members. There was not only a vision of what we could be, we could look around and see that we had already arrived in a small measure. Certainly, we had more work to do, but we were an inclusive interracial community, and determined to continue the fight.

The public persona certainly differed with the reality, even at that time. But, I did not see that part.
Some of the literature on the Peoples Temple paints a picture of abusive practices. Such as catharsis sessions, physical beatings and suicide drills even before the move to Guyana. How apparent were they?

I disagree that the catharsis sessions were always abusive. Jim ran the Temple as if he were the Godfather of a huge family. He was in charge. He took people to task if our work was shoddy, or our behavior was off, if he or others noticed issues. To this day, I have “family meetings” with my husband and foster son to resolve issues and organize our lives. Sometimes that happened in the Peoples Temple Family Meetings. The abuse part was to have Jim making a decision, stating a problem, and then not allowing the person to respond, or to refuse to listen to problems that needed resolution within the church. Jim could never be questioned. Never. That is abuse. A healthy catharsis is not abuse. Catharsis was the wrong word for much of what went on in our Family Meetings. We had dictatorship laying down rules, and not allowing discussion or defense. Because Jim took the role of everyone’s “father” he managed the discipline of the members. The beatings were outrageous, and even created life-long disabilities. The suicide drills were an early clue of Jim’s power-tripping. I wrote them off as just one more of his antics to get us more unified and to work harder. I think that the most relevant thing about the suicide drills was that NO ONE COULD EVER HAVE IMAGINED that Jim, the person who got relatives out of prison, who fought in courts for children and adults, who got people legal and medical help, who adopted his own children and seemed to love all children, and who spoke up for human and civil rights would or could EVER take our lives. Every family had had some relative or close friend helped. Everyone had a story.

Former members have described Jonestown as one of the best things that happened to them. Conversely, it has also been likened to a concentration camp. What was your experience of Jonestown? Did people tell you they wanted to leave?
I was one of the members who loved Jonestown. I always felt that there were many positives of our community, and that the problems would be sorted out and resolved once we did not have to work so hard building everything. If you look at a photo of Jonestown - built in just over 3 years, you will see how amazing it became in that short time. We were humping to make it less primitive and more functional and livable. I did not see things that would not be remedied as soon as our full-out building was done. For people who were not happy in Jonestown, it was a prison. You could not leave. Jim asked people to work hard and that after two years, anyone would be free to go. Many were rightly skeptical. Jim did not ever want anyone to leave. He took it as a personal betrayal and defeat. Even when about 20 people wanted to go with Congressman Ryan, he was overwhelmed. Twenty people out of 1,000. His paranoia and Narcissistic Personality Disorder (even besides his drug addiction) did not allow him to see that in perspective. For those of us in Jonestown, since people did not speak about how they wanted to leave (much as in Hitler’s Germany, where parents were reported by their children or neighbors), I had no idea that people seriously wanted out. I was a zealot so no one would have told me.

As a former member, how do you view the tragic ending of the Peoples Temple?
Jim Jones talked about revolutionary suicide in the death tape, however some scholars view it as mass murder?
The term “Revolutionary Suicide” was coined by Huey Newton, for his book published in the early 1970s. It was the rhetoric of the times, and was used at a time when the disenfranchised poor and people of color were reacting to the abuses of their neighborhoods. Many were saying that if they were to be killed by police or others anyway, they chose to decide the when and where. (That is a rough paraphrase) The deaths in Jonestown were murders. No good came out of the deaths, except that Jim got all the fame and infamy about the community just as he wanted. He never shared leadership.

How was Jim Jones’ behavior?
At the beginning, when I was part of the smaller Redwood Valley Peoples Temple, Jim’s behavior was inclusive, and consistent with the ideas he shared. He did work to get rid of racism within the Temple. Once he moved to San Francisco with many of his members from Redwood Valley, and many new members, I only saw him in public. He was very polished in public. I felt like I knew the “real” Jim Jones and so did not watch him as critically as I should have.

How did you feel inside the community?
The people I met in Peoples Temple were the best, most dedicated and diverse people I have met in my life. Many people made huge sacrifices because we all felt that we could create a safe community for our friends and family, and be a role-model community for the larger world. We worked tirelessly, and felt that each day, we accomplished a lot. I loved the Peoples Temple community, from the communes I lived in and the entire family - which is what it felt like to me.

Was sex an important element?
Jim was married, had a long-time mistress, and continued to have multiple partners over the years. He would justify having sex by telling us why these people “needed” him to show his care or his appreciation for their beauty - really, blaming the victim. And then, he used sex as a further control over that person. I would say that others in the Church were not invited to have multiple partners, and instead earned Jim’s trust be being celibate. He often referred to people as most trustworthy because they were single. He preferred everyone to have a personal connection with him, no room for others or rather, no distraction from others.

When and why did you leave the community?
I did not leave the community. I happened to be working in Georgetown from late October through the deaths in Jonestown on November 18, 1978.

How did Jones maintain such a strong control over the members?
First, Jim Jones was extremely smart. He just outsmarted us by knowing what to say to pull us in. He would speak and be sure he covered exactly what each person or group wanted to hear. I was always political, along with many other members. He would be sure to include politics and a political message in each sermon. Many members were religious, and he would be sure to include that as well. He was well-versed in the bible, although I have a strong opinion that it was useful for him, rather than it being his core belief. Religion was a magnet he could use to draw people in. Then, he would teach and model how activism was essential in interacting with the world.
Second, Jim actually helped nearly every family. He could write letters to get people out of jail or on probation, or get leniency. He helped get people off of drugs, into housing, into communes with shared resources so everyone had a safe place to stay, with enough food. He provided free legal help and got medical attention to members when they had been denied help. Really, every family was impacted by the services provided in Peoples Temple. People could not fathom that he would do them harm when he had so tenderly cared for them or their loves ones over the years. He was powerful because of his deeds. He took care of people.
As a consequence, people did not admit to seeing his flaws. His drug addiction and personality disorder, which worsened in Jonestown, were hidden by his closest nurses/mistresses/secretaries. His reputation was protected vigilantly. Most of us had no clue about how he was disintegrating right in front of us. Even people who did see some problems had no idea that he was so mentally ill that he would kill 917 people and himself.
There had been no precedent in US history of a leader killing nearly 1,000 people. No one in Peoples Temple - or very few, because some did see it on the horizon and left - could have imagined that end. We thought any issues in the community could be fixed as we settled into Jonestown and didn’t have to work so hard.


How did you feel the People’s Temple was taking a stand for social justice?
From the first day, I realized that Jim Jones had an adopted family of all races - Black, Native American, Asian, and his “home grown” son. He and his wife were the first white couple in the State of Indiana to adopt a Black child - Jim Jones Jr. His congregation was the same - mixed race, mixed socio-economic levels, mixed education. This was in the 1960s and 1970s, in a country that JUST passed the Civil Rights Act. Even today, that is not the norm.

From there, we moved on to supporting emerging groups - we spoke up for the LGBTQ community in San Francisco, the American Indian Movement, the Farmworkers, really, all of them. They were us and we were them. We wrote letters to Judges to get family members and community members released from prison, and helped be the voice for the voiceless. That was our mission and we did it tirelessly.

In the late 1960s, I think that was Jim at his “purest.” He always had a borderline personality disorder - and power issues - he wanted all the power, over all of us. But, it really started eroding what he was doing in the early 1970s when he was so successful with the powerful in San Francisco and in California.

What did you see was your role in fighting for social justice?
In high school, I had been active in integrating my neighborhood in Maryland, and in the fight for equality and putting an end to segregation. In college in Connecticut, I worked hard on civil and human rights, and demonstrated to end the war in Vietnam, among other things.

After college, and a brief marriage, I went to Woodstock - but wasn’t interested in being immersed in that culture. Then I lived and worked with the Black Panthers for about 6 months. That did not work for me as a naive, and optimistic young girl.

When I moved to California and met Jim Jones and Peoples Temple - I thought of Jim as a protector who would enable me to continue on with my political activism. That was my life-blood.

How do you think the social issues of the time affected the rise of the People’s Temple?
I know that the society going through such upheaval (with the murders of so many leaders in the 1960s (MLK, the Kennedys, Malcolm X, Medgar Evers), with the war in Vietnam being so unpopular, and with Civil Rights and civil abuses so much in all of our minds made Jim’s rise to a political position meteoric. He was at the right place (SF) and at the right time to become a spokesperson for many of the disenfranchised.

What do you see as the impact of Jonestown on society?
Jonestown had the POTENTIAL to show the world that racism and abuse did not have a role in our society and that we should get rid of both in our communities. Those of us who went to Jonestown thought that we could prove to the world that our kind of mixed and fluid society worked. We thought we could keep our kids safe from drugs, give them a community that valued them, and … That is what we thought. What we didn’t know was that jim had so deteriorated in mental health, and had become so drug-addicted, that he stood in the way of that happening.

Could you describe what the transition into life after the People’s Temple was for you?
When I came back from Guyana, I was totally shell-shocked. I moved back into the San Francisco Temple building on Geary and Fillmore for four months until the Conservator assigned to sell off the assets of Peoples Temple kicked us out. Then, I lived in several different communes of Peoples Temple survivors for the next ten months. The government put a lien on my passport, saying I had to reimburse the $500 they spent to bring me back from Guyana, since I was one of those who received a subpoena to appear before the Grand Jury. I went to work, got a job, and went to school at night. I was putting one foot forward at a time - but not yet determined that I wanted to keep going. It was very difficult and we survivors were not much help to each other or to ourselves.

After a year of trying to make my decision about survival, I moved into a community I had been spending time with - Synanon. Synanon was a residential drug treatment program when it started in the 1950s, but it had become a fully-functioning diverse community with both former drug addicts and “squares” - those who did not become drug addicts. Over the years, there were thousands of residents who passed through. When I moved in in 1980, there were roughly 50% squares and 50% former drug addicts. Synanon took good care of me. However, there are some events mostly from before I moved in that were illegal and problematic. Some of my fellow survivors from Peoples Temple were anxious for me, moving into another “cult.” Synanon closed in 1990, when the IRS rescinded tax status because of profits we were making in selling advertising products.

While in Synanon, I married my current husband, Ron, and my son was born.

In 1990, we moved out. I went back to school and got my California Clear Teaching Credential. I started teaching in 1994. I also became a Quaker in 1994.

After 20 years of keeping my head in the sand, I went to the 20th Anniversary Gathering at Evergreen Cemetery in Oakland, where most of those murdered in Guyana were buried. That was when my healing began - once I realized I would and could never forget. My life in Peoples Temple is part of who I am today. Once I admitted to myself that I am forever changed - somehow, I could work with that and fully move on.

In the early 2000s, I started public speaking. I wrote and published my book JONESTOWN SURVIVOR: An Insider’s Look in 2010. I continue speaking about Peoples Temple and my experiences.

How would you like history to remember the people of Jonestown?
The people of Peoples Temple were wonderfully committed and optimistic people who wanted a better world and who were willing to make great sacrifices to bring it about. We were so determined, we failed to watch Jim enough, especially at the end. In Jonestown, his mental and physical health deteriorated, and he and his secretaries/mistresses/nurses were able to hide the disintegration.

In your opinion, what do you think is the historical significance of Jonestown and the People’s Temple?
There is an enormous historical significance of Jonestown and Peoples Temple. Here are just a FEW:

Leaders can never be given absolute loyalty.

Insanity can be very well hidden.

There is no time and place where critical thinking and observation can be turned off.

There are certain behaviors of cult-leaders that are recognizable:

Wanting to take members away from family and loved ones who are not a part of the group

Moving the group to a remote location

Creating a we/they belief system

Refusing any questioning or corrections of the leaders

Keeping members exhausted and poor

Never assigning anyone as a replacement

Really, it is a very long list.

Are there any misconceptions about the People’s Temple that you would like to correct?
There are many misconceptions. The primary one that I always want to address is the nature of the membership. We were bright, hardworking, and optimistic people. It was unimaginable to us that Jim Jones, who had gotten our family members out of jail, into the hospital, into shared housing where there was enough food, and kids into safer environments - and so much more. It was just not possible that the same person would become so mentally imbalanced that he would murder or assist in murdering 918 people.

Fue un flechazo

2,36pairing: Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle x Reader

relationship: romantic

request: no

plot: Jaime and Reader have know from working together in the team, it goes through the stages of the relationship. 

key: (Y/N) = your name. (H/N) = hero name. 

words: 2,369

A/N: Please forgive me if any of the Spanish is wrong, or if this is offensive or if I get something wrong. Some of this will be based on research, and google translate (which is not the best), so please, if you feel like I need to change something then please tell me. From what I’ve researched, Fue un flechazo means ‘love at first sight’, please correct me if this is wrong.  Also, I might make this a series? Like do every bit in more depth? Or maybe a part two? Idk yet. But tell me what you think!


December 1st, 2015 - The First Meeting.

“(H/N).” Turning to look at her team leader, the frown on (Y/N)’s face turned into a small smile as she let her hands fall to her sides from their former crossed position as she walked towards Nightwing and her other teammates, as well as what seemed to be a new member of the team. If she recalled correctly, his name was Blue Beetle and he was Ted Kord’s successor.

“Nightwing, Wonder Girl.” Looking the boy up and down, there was much left to the imagination as his armour covered him very well, but as he pulled back his mask and his face was revealed a rush of blood went up to the young girl’s cheeks, causing a small blue to show on her cheeks. He was certainly handsome, in her opinion anyway, and she felt an undeniable attraction to him then and there, but it was an innate attraction that she couldn’t quite explain.

“Jaime Reyes, this girl has roused a physiological change within you. Your pupils have become dilated, your heart rate has increased a considerable amount, and you are perspiring more than you previously have been. These are all signs of attraction. This is dangerous. She will be a distraction.” Rolling his eyes under his mask, Jaime mentally cursed at Khaji Da and started to mutter under his breath, telling the scarab on his back to shut up and back off, as he retracted his own mask.

Though, he couldn’t deny that he was telling the truth. The girl in front of him was absolutely stunning, her face wasn’t yet hidden behind a mask and he could see the same reactions in her towards him that he towards her (though he had some help from Khaji Da when it came to that) and he was undeniably attracted to the girl, though he wasn’t quite sure because it was only their first meeting after all.

“Who’s this?” Her voice was sweet and it cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to reality once again. “I’m Jaime Reyes.” ‘That was not a smart decision Jaime Reyes, you should not have told the girl your real name’. Holding his hand out, he smiled as (Y/N) reached her own hand to take his in a firm handshake.

“(Y/N)”.

January 1st 2016 - The Team Notices

Running her hand through her newly freed hair, as she usually wears a wig as part of her disguise, a yawn passed through (Y/N)’s lips and a smirk crawled onto her face as she watched Jaime and Beast Boy. “Come on now boys, play nice.” She placed a hand on Jamie’s shoulder and smiled at the boy.

‘Jaime Reyes, your body is still reacting to (Y/N) like it is your first time meeting her. Shall I release some hormones to try and control this.’ “No, leave things alone.” Muttering to the scarab, Jaime looked to his friends with slightly wide eyes as he realised (Y/N) had raised her eyebrow at him due to him, once again, talking to himself, “I was talking to Khaji Da.”

Nodding a soft ‘Ahh’ left (Y/N)’s lips, “Well, you should tell Khaji Da that he needs to stop interrupting conversations.” Letting out a chuckle, Jaime turned to fully face the girl with a small smirk, “Trust me, I’ve tried. It’s not working.”

Placing a small kiss on his cheek, (Y/N) smiled, “I know. I was only teasing.” A blush rose onto Jamie’s cheeks as he absently reached up to touch his cheek where she had kissed him  before she walked away, “I’m going to get changed. Wait for me and we can head back together?”

Jaimie was slightly taken back from the kiss on the cheek to vocalise a reply and so he only slowly nodded while (Y/N) let out a giggle, a small blush forming on her own cheeks as she saw how he reacted as she never imagined him reacting like that.

A sly smirk spread across the lips of Garfield as he watched the interaction and he rose an eyebrow as he lightly punched Jaime in the shoulder, bringing him out of his daze to rub his arm where he was hit. “What the hell? What was that for ese?”

Nodding towards the girl as she disappeared down the hall, Garfield crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed in disbelief, “Can you be any more obvious?” Jaime’s eyes filled with confusion as his face contorted to match them, “What are you talking about?”

“You have a thing for (Y/N)!” Now Jaime scoffed, rolling his eyes he defensively crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from his green friend, “No I don’t.” Now Jaime could hear Nightwing chuckling from his position at the computer system as he started tackling the mission report.

“Jaime, you’ve had a thing for her since you meet her last month!” Letting out a puff of breath, Jaime didn’t believe what he was hearing, yeah he knew he was attracted to her but that didn’t mean that the others had to know about it! But apparently he wasn’t very discreet about it.  “Don’t worry about it, she has a thing for you too.”  This caused Jaimes original blush, that was only small and on his cheeks, to flare up and cover his entire face.

As she walked towards the room where all the clothes and suits were kepts, (Y/N) was joined by Bumblebee and M’Gann who had mischievous smirks on their faces as they both looked at the girl, which made her sigh and ask the question that had been hanging in the air for a while, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” A small giggle passed M’Ganns lips as she continued, “We were just talking about how you have a thing for Blue Beetle.” Stopping dead in her tracks, (Y/N) stared at the two girls with a mortified blush on her face due to the fact that they had worked it out.

“How the hell did you figure that out?” With a shrug of her shoulders, Karen answered this time, “Oh just the way you stare at him when you think no one’s looking, the smiles that you share only with him, oh, and the blush on your face just now confirmed it.” With a roll of her eyes, (Y/N) let out a scoff and looked to the girls, “I’m not blushing.”

That was a lie, (Y/N) felt like her face was on fire with the way it heated up when they revealed they knew about her silly little crush, and that’ all she thought it was. A silly little school girl crush.

“Sure you’re not.” And with that, the three girls walked in silence to the changing room.

By the time (Y/N) had returned to the training area, Jaime was as red as a tomato due to the teasing he had to endure from Nightwing, L’Gann and Garfield and (Y/N)’s face almost matched his due to the teasing she had gotten from M’Gann and Karen and as the two left together, the five that had been teasing them stood with a smirk on their face.

“So, who wants to bet on how long it takes for them to get together?”

March 30th 2016 - The First Reunion

(Y/N) had found herself distraught over the small time that Jaime had been gone, mainly because he wasn’t gone simply because he needed a break but because he was kidnapped by a man the team once considered an ally. Someone they trusted. So, she sat in the bioship, making sure it was ready for when the team completed the mission instead of fighting, her emotions would just get in the way and made it more likely for her to lose control of her powers.

Once L’Gann brought Jaime back to the bioship (after been blown back by his own power and the power of the Black Beetle they had encountered), she rushed to him and wrapped her arms around him, careful not to hug him to tightly and to be mindful of his injuries. He returned the hug, bringing her in closer to himself as he did. “I’m so glad you’re okay Blue.”

Pulling back from him, she looked over his body, even though it was protected, for any obvious signs of injury. “Are you hurt?” Smiling at the girl, Jaime shook his head ‘no’, even though he was sure he had some bruising and some fractures, so he wouldn’t worry the girl. “I’m okay.”

As she smiled back, “I’m glad.” Leaning forward, she kissed the boy on his protected cheek, which caused him to blush but it was blocked by the armor on his skin. As they travelled back to base, Jaime lay with his head on (Y/N)’s lap at her request and the two talked to distract themselves of what just happened as the rest of the team looked on with soft smiles.

June 13th 2016 - Fighting

Neither (Y/N) or Jaime had seen this coming, he had previously betrayed the team and knocked them all out so he could get the crystal key and then he lied about it. Then he seemed to be all buddy-buddy with the enemy, the Reach, even appearing at their conference. It was almost like he was acting a puppet and not himself.

Now, they were fighting. Khaji Da was easily able to use Jaime to subdue Batgirl and Impulse, but (Y/N) was harder to take down due to the fact that her powers were rooted in magic and the scarab had a weakness when it came to magic. So, with the help of Rocket she was able to trap Jaime in a bubble of magic that he couldn’t break.

“I’m sorry, this has to be done. You are out of control Blue.” It appeared that Jaime had looked at the girl, but she knew it was only the scarab and that Jaime had no control of his actions at the minute.  

June 14th 2016 - The Second Reunion

(Y/N) stayed with Zatana in the temple of Isis as the team dealt with Green Beetle, she was tired but she knew she could persevere for the sake of Jaime. With her hands placed on the ground, she focused and started to chant alongside Zatana, giving Zatana whatever power she had left to complete the ritual.

(Y/N) had gone into a trance like state and so she ignored the fighting around her, and has no memories of what happened during the spell, but she knows that when she came through, Jaime was back. He was himself again and this time he hugged her first, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground and into his chest, whispering gentle ‘I’m sorry’s’ as he did and nuzzling his head into her shoulder slightly.

June 16th 2016 - The First Kiss

It had been a few days since they had gotten Jaime back to normal, a few days since the display at the temple and yet (Y/N) could still feel Jaimes arms around her as she sat atop her roof in El Paso, looking up at the night sky.

She honestly thought she was dreaming when she felt warm arms drape around her and when a soft voice murmured, “You’re going to get sick.” Letting out a chuckle, (Y/N) turned to Jaime with a small grin on her face as she did, “So? This night sky is worth it.”

Sitting down beside her, Jaime let out a chuckle and looked up himself, “I guess you’re right.” They both sat in silence for a while, enjoying the sight of the stars in the sky, the silence only being broken when a shooting star flew through the sky and (Y/N) quietly said, “I guess we have to make a wish.”

Turning to look at her, Jaime got lost in how she looked to him in that moment. The moon was shining down at just the right angle to make her face light up and her hair sat beautiful around her face (though she would insist it was messy) and the way her eyes sparkled as she stared out at the stars made it seem like the entire galaxy was inside them and he knew in the moment that his wish was ‘I want to marry this girl’. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

(Y/N) could feel Jaime’s eyes on her and that made a blush rise to her cheeks, she had to admit it now. What she thought was a silly school girl crush was something much more and it terrified her. Jaime was everything her mother ever wanted for her, he was everything she wanted for herself at age of 16 and she felt she was too young to know what love felt like, but from what she had been told about it she could say that that was what she was feeling.

Turning to Jaime, (Y/N) meet his stare with a small smile, “What? Have I got something on my face?” There was a playful tone to (Y/N)’s voice as she asked the question and reached up to wipe away anything that was there but that hand quickly feel away as she heard the next words from Jaime’s mouth.

“Puedo besarte?[1]” She was shocked, not because he had reverted back to Spanish, because it was normal for the two of them to switch between the languages, especially when it came to private conversations like this, but because she didn’t expect this. She could seem to find the words to say and she simply nodded yes and as Jaime leaned forward, so did she and the meet in the middle with their mouths moulding together as if they were meant for each other. And it seemed that the feeling that both had from their first meeting, that feeling of uncertain attraction had melted away into a feeling of certainty, a feeling of rightness. Like this was supposed to be.


[1] Can/May I kiss you?