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A Lasting Memorial: Part 3

AN: This is the third and final part of the I Love you trilogy. The response to this series has been amazing. I hope you enjoy the finale.

Part 1, Part 2

    Selena stares at the picture; she just stares. Life had never been fair, she had learned that early, but this was downright  cruel. To have one’s child taken from them was a cruel and horrible punishment. And though she knew it wasn’t her fault, Selena blamed herself.

           She had left you with Bruce not long after you were born. A series of nights had led to your conception. She had been young then, only twenty, and she had not been ready to be a mother. Her lifestyle didn’t allow for it. You couldn’t be a cat burglar with an infant at home.

           She had placed you in a stunned Bruce’s arms, and thought that would be it. She’d had no intention of seeing you again, or going back. Your presence was left as a mystery to the public.

           And then one night, she had snuck back in. Through the window and into your nursery. You had been awake, staring up at s kitten mobile. Bruce had been snoring in the chair near your bed. She had picked you up and cuddled you. You had been her kitten.

           Over the next eighteen years she had come in and out of your life a various times. She had always made sure to bring something with her. She had snuck into your birthday parties as a member of the help, to watch you blow out candles. She had followed behind on your first date.

           She had been there for big moments, and Bruce Wayne, man that he was, never said a word. He had allowed her the access you needed. He had allowed her to be a mother from afar. But she wasn’t a mother anymore, because her daughter was dead.


           She doesn’t turn around; her fingers just clutch the picture tighter. “Selena.”

           A light green hand lands on her shoulder, and Selena can’t help it, she lashes out. Her fist flies, and she hisses. Harley catches it. Slowly she lowers her fist but Harley doesn’t let go. That’s what does it, the tears start to roll, followed by sobs, and gasps for air. Harley holds her as she sobs, as she fights, and screams, and lets the emotions run through.

    It takes upwards of an hour before she simply collapses. They sit in silence for several hours, when the first vine comes through. Ivy follows a second later. She joins the silence as she sits on the window sill.

    “She didn’t do anything wrong.” Selena’s voice is rough from crying. “She was a good girl, an amazing student. She didn’t steal or do anything bad. She got citizen of the month, and perfect attendance. It’s not right. She had a life ahead of her.”

    “This world is screwed up Selena. We know that better than anyone.”

    Selena nods, “Still, it should have been me. She was good, I’m bad.”

    Ivy stares out at the window, “The world is rarely that black and white. Remember the night she was born?”

    Selena lets out a laugh, “I remember being scared out of my mind.”

    Harley laughs, “We were all scared. You were screaming, and had fluids coming out of you. But that first cry …” Harley smiles at the memory.

    Ivy smiles, “We vowed to keep her safe.” There’s another moment of silence before she asks, “Have you talked to Bruce?”

    Selena shakes her head, “Not since he told me. I doubt he’ll ever want to speak to me again, I clocked him pretty bad.”

    “You were upset. You’d just lost your daughter.”

    “So had he.”

    “Yeah, but he got to say goodbye.”

    Selena nods her head, “He raised her, was there for her. He deserved a goodbye. I didn’t even give her a way to contact me. She only saw me when I wanted her to.”

Harley places her hand over Selena’s, “You need to say goodbye.”

“I’m too late Harley.”

She shakes her head, “No, you’re not.”

It doesn’t take much to break into Wayne Manor. Selena had been doing it for years after all. Harley and Ivy follow behind her, right to the headstone. Selena stares at it for a moment, before her eyes flicker to her friends. They both give slight smiles before backing slowly away.

Alone, she faces her daughter. “I’m fashionably late … like always. This time I missed the party. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry that I couldn’t hold you, or reassure you. You must have been so scared. My little kitten. You deserved a better mother than me. Better than a woman who snuck in your window to read you a bedtime story, or talk about boys. Someone who could have celebrated your birthdays with you, or at the very least attended your funeral. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Selena.” Bruce’s voice is soft, as his arm wraps around her. And for the first time in years, she allows him to hold her. She curls into his chest, and allows herself to fall apart, and like always Bruce supports her.

When she can’t cry any more, he hands her a tissue, and piece of paper. Hesitantly, she takes it, and begins to read,


We’ve had an unconventional relationship my entire life, it seems only right that we should have an unconventional goodbye. I want you to know that you were enough. That I love you, and I know you loved me. You did what you could to give me my best shot and I’m so grateful.

Thank you for being my mama.

    Selena clutches the letter to her chest, and turns to Bruce. He opens his arms and she walks into his embrace. Silently they feel the ground begin to tremble and watch as a tree slowly comes to life behind the head stone.

    Selena smiles at Ivy, “Thank you.”

    The woman nods, “It seemed appropriate. A lasting memorial.”

How Could You? (Part 2)

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader ft. Betty Cooper

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Really shitty writing, Cursing

A/N: Sorry it took so long, writers block is a bitch. Also, I notice that I have a little over 1,000 followers! Ahh! Thank you guys for reading my work xx

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bubbydays  asked:

Are we getting two cours?



No really at this point there’re just confusing new pieces of information dropping left and right and…I really have no idea anymore. I want two cours but I’ve come more or less to terms with one cour only. Not happy if it happens but whatever. That said, I still have hope, and until anything is confirmed I won’t give up, and neither should the rest of us. After, only once we stop fighting, do we lose :)


So I’ve been reading Ron Chernow’s book on Hamilton, and I’ve found some facts that I would love to be made into fanfics.

1. Washington called Hamilton ‘my boy,’ and the other aides called him 'Ham’ or 'Hammie.’

2. Alexander made many rides across the Hudson River, riding 60 miles a day, for five days, riding like a man possessed. He eventually had to stay in a town he was delivering a letter to, telling Washington in a letter the reason he was so late; “I have been struck with a slight fever, and severe rhumuthic (however you spell that) pains.” After he recovered, he was struck ill by a severe chill, and doctors thought he wouldn’t make the night. He did, and left, collapsing outside of Morristown. (Ham needs to take care of himself smh)

3. Washington brought out his anger on Hamilton.

4. Alexander’s relationship With John is called the most intimate relationship he had in his entire life.

5. Lafayette referred to himself as Alexander’s brother, but he may have had a small crush on Alex.

6. Hercules Mulligan was Alex’s first friend fuck off Burr

7. Alexander’s horse was shot out from under him in the Battle of Monnmuth (however you spell that), was badly injured, and had to retreat.

The signs as iconic Jay Park lyrics pt.2

Aries: When you’re on a date with another dude I hope you get the shits. After you’re done I hope you run out of toilet paper.

Taurus: Bitch you finna have a cow, imma have the herd bitch.

Gemini: Yeah I’ll go refrigerator on yah, half my face missing I’ll go terminator on yah.

Cancer: You’re embedded in my head so get embedded in my bed.

Leo: I don’t need a gun to bust, I’ll bust on a mic, bust on ya chick if she like all through the night.

Virgo: Wanna grab you by your booty, girl let’s shoot a movie.

Libra: Stop you at the airport security, bomb pussy bomb pussy.

Scorpio: Jacob from Twilight cause I go and be on beast mode, eatin mother fuckahs because I be on feast mode.

Sagittarius: I’m ripping it, killing it, thinking of iller shit, rapping, you feeling it good like a clitoris.

Capricorn: Always coughing up these raps so you know I keep it ill, you can call me George Foreman ‘cause I’m all up in your grill.

Aquarius: Y'all in lyrical danger spittin’ heavy when i’m on the mic, electrifying like Benjamin Franklin with a kite.

Pisces: Before I go put it in I’ll go underwater girl just like a fish, and the way I stay down there you gon’ think I’m Aquaman.

I have been the bad guy before,
I kissed a boy so broken
I could taste his heart inbetween his teeth
And took that as an invitation to spit forever down his throat
I held her hand so tight
Our bones shattered
And blamed her for letting go
I traced the scars on his wrist
Just so i could linger there long after i left
I wrote poems about her eyes
And told her i loved her as much as i believed in god
I never believed in god
I let him touch my body and promised it would always be his
And smiled into his bestfriend’s bed
I could never belong to anybody, he should have known that
I told her i’d always be there
But when the phone rang at 2 AM
I turned it off and let her talk to the answering machine instead,
I never meant it
I have scattered my ashes
Around people who claim they love me
Just to prove to them they can’t love someone like me
Just to prove to myself i can’t love anything right

(via @boypoetic)

Yuri on Ice interview translation - Animage 2017/01 (p20-23)

I was going to post this last week but gave priority to the BD stuff. This will be the final interview from the booklet that came with January Animage! There’s still an interview with Kenji Miyamoto left untranslated, but it will be taken care of by @whiteboxgems​ whenever she has time! I’ll reblog it when it’s around.

This is actually 2 interviews, I’m posting them together because they were one after the other and (main reason) because the second one is very short.
A few notes below to better understand the interviews.

The first one is with Yuuichirou Hayashi, the one who created the ending (ED = ending by the way) footage. I have the feeling someone previously posted translations of the captions under the ED screenshots, but I don’t remember where and I’m pretty sure it was just the captions and not the interview parts, so here you have it complete. This one is pretty interesting because he explains in detail how they created the ED, and has some extra information on cut scenes etc. Definitely a must read in my opinion!

The second one is a short interview with Kayoko Ishikawa, the one who did the costume designs. Here you might think: didn’t Chacott design the costumes? I’ll explain. It’s more or less like with Mitsurou Kubo and Tadashi Hiramatsu: Kubo created the original designs for the characters, from scratch, and Hiramatsu transformed them into designs specifically created for animation, therefore with simpler lines, detailed expression sheets and so on. Likewise, Chacott did the original designs for the costumes, from scratch, based on the indications by Yamamoto and Kubo, and then the anime’s costume designer simplified and modified them so that they would be suitable to be animated. (Before actually animating them there’s a further step: the anime’s color designer is going to decide the exact colors, shadows and highlights included, that will be used inside the anime. I translated an interview with the color designer Izumi Hirose some time ago)

I usually don’t add pictures but this time I felt that it would be better to add them as an immediate reference. However, they are just for reference and are not meant to be visually stunning, so please bear with the quality because I just took photos of the magazine with my phone and quickly edited them.

Translation under the cut! (kind of image-heavy)

***If you wish to share this translation please do it by reblogging or posting a link to it***

***Re-translating into other languages is ok but please mention that this post is the source***

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anonymous asked:

I nearly peed myself laughing earlier after a customer left. She came all the way from customer service, LIVID because they wouldn't let her get a refund for a vhs player she "bought last week", but didn't have the receipt for it because "the cashier forgot to give it to me". Not only did the vhs player looked like it was used for 15 years minimum, we haven't had any in stock for over 2 years, so she couldn't have bought it last week. She threatened to call corporate. I was all "go ahead :)"

Transformation Tuesday

(Below) On the left, I am wearing a men’s 2X t-shirt that was extremely tight on me in high school; it needed to be a 3X. It’s the only article of clothing I have left from those days. I wish I kept others! On the right, I am graduating high school and at or close to my highest recorded weight (312 lbs). I’ve written a lot more about my proper story if you’d like to read it here. But, I want to talk a little more about the person I was and am today. My weight loss journey started after a sleep apnea and prediabetes diagnosis my Freshman year of college. I also was seeing the beginnings of mobility issues. I decided against CPAP, knew type 2 diabetes would be soon if I didn’t change my lifestyle, and started losing the weight.

Girl on the Left

  • she takes care of herself
  • she believes in all her talents, charisma, humor, creativity, and smarts
  • she doesn’t back down from a challenge
  • she can reign in difficult situations and coolly formulate a plan
  • she can leg press the 170 lbs she’s lost (and is only going to lift more)
  • she can run a half marathon
  • she was given a clean bill of health
  • she doesn’t want to hide anymore
  • she doesn’t bottle her emotions anymore
  • she shares her story; the good and bad, hoping it helps others
  • she approaches people 
  • she tells someone when they’ve wronged her
  • she is worth it

Girl on the Right

  • she wouldn’t dream of showing people the music she’s written
  • she thinks all her art and poetry is awful, too
  • she thinks everything she says is weird and awkward
  • she overthinks absolutely everything
  • she solves all her problems; temporarily, with food and soda 
  • it is painful for her to move and complete simple tasks despite only being 18
  • she can’t breathe while she sleeps
  • she worries about how long she’ll live, even at this very young age
  • she thinks her problems and emotions are trivial and not worth sharing with anyone
  • she thinks she just needs to suck it up
  • she opens up to no one
  • she wants to hide and locks herself in her bedroom 
  • she feels trapped

I don’t like to think in terms of before and after, because many of these internal changes happened much, much sooner. They have to! And, it’s never over, either. This is a path I’ve chosen for the rest of my life and it will always need upkeep from me. Sometimes I revert to terrible mindsets and habits. It just happens! While I’m different in so many ways, in a strange way I’m also not. I’m merely free now. I’m the same person, just risen above her circumstances. They still crafted me, but I direct them now. I’m not an actor in my own life. I own this life. My name is first on that damn credits list. Mine. All mine. I did this. Me.

I want to share many glimpses between the two points in time I’ve shared today because everything is really a “during,” isn’t it?

She started smiling a lot

She acted like a damn fool

She learned many new talents, moved to a big city, and played fiddle in the park

She started wearing clothes that made her feel good, not camouflaged 

One more side-by-side. People seem pretty amused to find out about the goth phase, and I still love metal and spooky stuff! I was a sophomore in high school on the right.

Ok so I love how even after everything, tony still believes in accountability. You make a mess of things, you don’t get to keep the suit because you have to be accountable for your actions. It’s the lesson Tony learned in IM1 and it’s such an important part of his character, no matter how badly everything with the accords went he still believes in it and sticks to his guns. Even if it means disappointing his Peter/his surrogate son/one of like 2 friends he had left


Originally posted by alexiabartollo

Peter x Scared Reader

Summary: Desperately needing a relaxation day, the Reader is faced with her biggest fear, but don’t fret! Peter is there to save the day. 

Word Count: 913 (sorry, it’s short)

Warnings: language, fears, spiders, razors, spa day, tears, fluff, and fluff, caring Peter, more fluff. (Let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: Here’s part 2 of my Fears Series! I whipped this out so fast, I surprised myself. These fics are flying out left and right, guys. I cannot stop myself. I know this is short, but I didn’t really know how to make this very long, so hopefully this fulfills your Peter lovin’ needs! Enjoy reading and as always, feedback is appreciated. (p.s. can I have someone to kiss my nose like that pls holy frick ??)

At least once a week you’d try and dedicate a relaxation day for yourself after a hard week of being an Avenger and all.

This week, that day landed on Friday.

During this time, you usually wait to get home from school, a mission, or some other nonsense, to you begin your ritual.

After eating some delicious dinner Vision and Wanda had made for the whole team, you say your goodnights and headed off towards your quarters in the tower.

Making sure you prepared beforehand, you reach your bathroom with everything you needed sprawled out.

Face masks, body scrubs, hair masks, tweezers, nail polish, you name it.

By golly, you’ve been waiting for this day all week and you were definitely going to treat yourself, no matter what got in your way.

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[translations] 2017.03.25 NCT DREAM fansign at Busan fan accounts

1. Jeno: As Jisung is becoming the Maknae (Youngest) on Top, Mark is starting to feel like the youngest member.
Jeno: He seems to only treat Renjun and Haechan like elder brothers
Jisung: Renjun ah~ (Jisung dropped the formalities)  [nct_maru]

2. OP asked Jisung what’s his limit for the criteria as a noona, in terms of age. Jisung (after some hesitation),”40 years old?” hahaha [Haechan_love66]

3. OP: Have you received your birthday present from Jisung?
Renjun: Not yet, I will ask him for it tonight. [jjelly_love]

4. OP: During the SM Rookies period, you did many performances right?
Jeno: Yes
OP: Any performance that left a deep impression in you?
Jeno: Our first performance on SMTOWN Concert as Rookies, when we did (EXO’s) Growl [_hyun214]

5. OP: You have mentioned that you wanted to produce your own songs right?
Haechan: Yes
OP: Have you thought of any signature sound to put in for finishing the song?
Haechan: Signature sound? for example?
OP: Erm… JYP!
Haechan: Ah! For me it shall be “HO! HO!” [cuddlyrabbitdy]

6. OP: Hello Jeno, any songs from the other units of NCT you would like to try?
Jeno: (Almost without hesitation) The 7th Sense
OP: Any reason for choosing The 7th Sense?
Jeno: It’s just so cool. [enett_nct]

7. OP: Why did Jisung come to Busan so many times?
Jisung: Because I have a REALLY really close relative here, so I come often.
OP: You are friends with Chenle now right? So you don’t call him hyung anymore?
Jisung: Yes hahahahah (looks at Chenle) We are (same aged) friends. [enett_nct]

8. OP asked Jeno if there’s anything he wants to try when he turns 20, Jeno said,”Chicken & Beer?” While Jisung said there’s nothing in particular that he wants to try [DalcHan_ | nct_jeuha]

9. OP: Favorite NCT song?
Haechan: For me? The 7th Sense
OP: Really?
Haechan: Ah! Are Dream’s songs included? Then it’s My First & Last! [mxxklee]

10. OP: Who is the easiest to get along with?
Jisung: Someone I’m comfortable with? *Smiled and pointed at Chenle who is sitting beside him*
OP: Chenle?
Jisung: Yes, because we are (same aged) friends [cuddlyrabbitdy]

11. OP asked Jisung if Haechan and Mark taught Chenle and him a lesson after they returned from Mexico and Jisung said,”No no that was just a joke” and cutely tilted his head LOL [jjelly_love]
t/n: watch NCT LIFE Entertainment Retreat episode 5 

Smoulder Chapter 33

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Marinette: For the last time- it was NOT a walk of shame.

Adrien: Well…technically… ;)

Marinette: Number 1. You didn’t walk, you- like- jumped home or whatever. Super-hero style! Number 2. Walk of shames happen after a hook-up and we literally fell asleep and nothing else. Number 3. Even if we did do *that*- it wouldn’t be anything to be ashamed of.

Adrien: T^T

Marinette: :P XxXx

Adrien: Ok you have a point. No way could I ever be ashamed of you. But I still think it was a walk of shame! I left your house in the same clothes I wore the day before! <3 <3 <3

Marinette: Did you take them off though? Xx

Adrien:…No my lady ¬_¬

Marinette: THEN IT WASN’T A WALK OF SHAME! Why do you even want it to be?

Marinette: Wait… I know why…how many puns have you come up with about this?

Adrien: None… ;3 <3

Marinette: Kitty -_- Xx

Adrien: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to live up to the slutty blonde model stereotype ;) a slutty blonde model who sleeps with superheroes lolololol.

Adrien: But only superheroes they love of course. XxXxXx

Marinette: Not buying it.

Adrien: Ok eight puns. Nine! Nine! I just thought of a ninth!

Marinette: Knew it! Also you thought the birds and the bees was a literal fairy tale until you were sixteen years old so you aren’t living up to any slutty model stereotypes any time soon I hope! Also-also you already sleep with superheroes. You ARE a superhero, silly alley cat, you sleep with yourself every night ;) Xx

Adrien: T^T I don’t like what you’re implying and Plagg is sitting right behind me cackling. You two are mean! XxXx

Marinette giggled, accidentally bumping against the wall as she typed her response, making sure to delete all the texts referring to their secret identities (as a necessary precaution).

Adrien was on the way to her place, having luckily avoided any confrontations with his carers or father. The pair had been playfully arguing since they’d miraculously gotten away with their accidental sleepover and, as Marinette had predicted, she hadn’t been able to sleep a wink since Chat Noir left.

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Rest in peace, Nicole Bass
[1964 - 2017]

Former ECW and WWF superstar Nicole Bass has sadly passed away. She was 52.

Fans of The Attitude Era will recall the monstrous presence of Nicole Bass making her debut in March of 1999. Bass was WWF Women’s Champion Sable’s bodyguard at WrestleMania 15, and was briefly involved in a feud against Debra. Bass also had a short-lived but hysterical run with Val Venis, in which she was Val’s female counterpart. That is, until she whacked him with Jeff Jarrett’s guitar after losing a bikini contest to Debra.

Bass and Ivory began teaming for a short time before Bass left the WWF. Prior to her run in the WWF, Nicole was a member of the ECW roster, hanging primarily with Justin Credible, Chastity, and Jason.

Nicole’s girlfriend posted the following on her Facebook page:

Dignity and Respect.
2 things every person on this planet deserves.
2 things very important to Nicole Bass.
The past few days I, Kristen Marrone, have been posting to my girlfriends pages to try and keep her very personal life private. Rumors have been spreading around the internet about her health. A few days ago we didn’t know all of what was going on so I have been trying to keep it quiet until we had answers. Nicole values her privacy and I Respect that. Before anyone tries to take the story and twist it up and make it ugly I want to put it out there in a Respectful way.
A few days ago Nicole got very sick. She was brought into the hospital and they did everything they could to help her. I have been sitting here with her in the room 24/7 since she got here making sure she was being given the best possible care. Today we learned that there is nothing else that can be done.
Nicole was an amazing woman. Strong not only on the outside but inside as well. Beautiful soul and kind heart. Many people knew Nicole but few ever got close enough to know the REAL woman that she was. I got to be one of the lucky few. Not only was she my soul mate and my girlfriend but she was my best friend, my teacher and my business partner. I learned many valuable things from her and created many beautiful memories in the time we had together.
I would like to keep her page open for her loving fans and friends to share their photos and memories.
I just ask that you treat Nicole with the dignity and respect that she deserves.
Thank you to everyone that has been reaching out to and helping me through this very difficult time.
Nicole, I love you. I will always love you.
I will always be yours and you will always be <3 mine

Rest in peace, Nicole.

I got all of the bookmarks printed and finally found the time to take a picture… which isn’t that good x’) But overall the prints are great, almost 100% like the digital data which is quite rare with printing stuff.

All of the digital pictures here again: http://yearslateforyugiohshippings.tumblr.com/post/157313284378/bookmark-masterpost-theyre-are-paired-up

If you want to have one: I would sell them for 1€ per piece. They’re double sided, so both related pictures are on one bookmark. Just to make that clear. So there are 12 different bookmarks to choose from. I’m going to sell them next week on a convention and I don’t know if I will have any left after that, so if you want one, pls send me an e-mail to kampfkewob@gmail.com, so I can put them aside beforehand. But I will limit them to 2 per picture per person. I don’t have _that_ many afterall. 

Shipping wouldn’t be a problem, I will ship from Germany to wherever you are. The shipping costs depend on in which country you reside, but I think it would be a max of about 4€ for international shipping. I will ship them around the end of March or early April when I’m home again.

Choices a story you can play

Hello, recently I downloaded the app Choices and im really having fun with it. My current favorite story is Endless Summer. Although I have one promblem with the app. The amount of diamonds recieved. I feel that people who don’t have the money to buy more are left out of the interesting paths. Also I notice while playing “Endless Summer” the premium choices cost around 15-20 diamonds. That’s an absurd cost for the amount given after each chapter.
I think there should be more than one way to earn diamonds. Like:
1 -After each chapter players get 5 diamonds.
2 -Players can watch ads to earn diamonds. The amount is based on how long the ad is.
(ex: 0:30s ad = 2-3 diamonds and 1m ad = 5-8 diamonds)
3 -A decrease in amount of diamonds needed for premium choices.
Any of these could greatly enhance players expierience with the game. I believe option #2 would benefit both the player and Pixelberry. Players get more diamonds and Pixelberry gets more ad revenue. Win, Win.
If you’re also a player with the same conserns please reblog in hopes of Pixelberry seeing this.
If you’re Pixelberry reading this I really hope you understand and I hope you might implement one of the different ways to get diamonds.

Thank you

We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (1/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!

Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and FF.net

There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.

When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.

But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.

They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.

Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.

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The Perfect Mistake (smut)

Requests: Hello! I was wondering if you could write a josh dun x reader(smut). Where like josh is really dominate and rough with some kinky shit thrown into the mix like handcuffs and belts..hehe sorry that I have a fucked up mind! But thanks for reading!!

a fluffy (idk smutty if you want) imagine where reader tells Josh she’s pregnant possibly a few weeks after heated sex? Thanks I love your work

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! Here’s some sin 😀 So I don’t usually combine requests but I thought these two would work well together and I made it extra long. I could’ve split it into 2 imagines but you know… I do what I want.

Josh had been home from tour for a few days now and you two still hadn’t left the house. You just couldn’t seem to bring yourself to separate from him. You had spent months missing his presence and now that he was back it was like you two were attached at the hip. And of course you spent most of the day touching each other. Whether it was holding hands or kissing or well… let’s just say Josh felt the need to make up for lost time in the bedroom.

And that’s where the two of you were right now. Josh had moved the two of you upstairs when one of your make out sessions had gotten a little too hot. He was now straddling you, shirtless I might add, and leaving some more hickeys to your growing collection on your neck.

“Josh,” you whimpered as he hit one of your many sweet spots.

“I missed this so much.” His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re such a good girl.” He reattached his mouth to your neck, and you didn’t know if it was his words or his lips, but you let out a soft moan.

“I need-” a wave of pleasure left your sentence incomplete.

“What do you need babygirl?” Josh brought his eyes up to meet yours and you could see the craving in them. “Use your words.”

“Y-you,” you whimpered. “I need you.”

“What do you need me to do?” He loved teasing you like this, knowing that it was him that caused you to become this flustered.

“Touch me.” It didn’t even take a second before he was pulling your shorts down your legs. His rough hands parted your legs and his head dipped between them. He started leaving light kisses on your thighs, slowly trailing them upwards. Your breath hitched once he reached your panties. His eyes flicked up to yours before he took the thin material between his teeth and tugged them down your legs.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” Josh said, returning to his previous position, “writhing around and begging me for more. You’re so good for me princess.” And before you could respond his mouth was back on you, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your entire body.

You brought your hands to the back of his head and tangled your fingers in his colored hair. You raised your hips, silently begging him to continue.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl for me,” Josh tsked, pressing your hips back down into the mattress. “I let the hair pulling slide, but I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here.” You loved it when Josh showed his dominant side. The last few days were mostly vanilla, making sure that you were both reminded how much you loved each other. But you were excited to return to your normal routine.

Josh climbed off the bed and opened one of the drawers in your dresser. You took the time to fully appreciate his back muscles, and when he turned back around you noticed how low his jeans were hanging on his hips. You were too focused on his body that you didn’t realize what he was holding until you felt the cool metal clasp around your wrists. Your arms were now held above your head, handcuffed to the bedpost. The metal dug into your skin as you tried to free yourself from the restraints.

“Now, now. Don’t do that, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Josh trailed his lips down your neck, causing you to shiver. “Now, where was I?” He slid back down your body and nipped at the skin on the inside of your thighs.

“Joshy,” you whined. That was all it took for his tongue to swipe across your clit, and once again you pulled against the handcuffs. His rough hands wrapped around your thighs and squeezed, his tongue continuing to work against you. Your breaths became quick and rapid as his mouth expertly moved against your core, knowing exactly which movements made you moan out in pleasure.

“So sweet for me,” Josh mumbled against you, the vibrations causing you to raise your hips against his grip in need of more. His right hand quickly moved from your thigh as he inserted his index finger inside of you. “Just can’t contain yourself can you?” he asked, knowing the answer already.

“N-no I, I can’t Josh I can-n’t,” you stuttered. His brown eyes looked up at you, a devious grin spread across his face. He moved back up your body and kissed you harshly, adding another finger to the one that was pumping into you. He pulled away and stared intensely at you, soaking in the look of ecstasy that was engulfing you.

He added another finger and his thumb brushed across your clit every so often. You could feel yourself getting close and you knew you had to tell Josh, but words had completely escaped you. Between his fingers working you and his unfaltering stare you just couldn’t contain yourself any longer. He felt you clench around his fingers as you screamed his name along with various other profanities.

“Babygirl, you know the rules. You’re supposed to ask for permission.” Josh tsked, removing his hand from you and standing up from the bed. You knew you were in for it now and quietly awaited your punishment. “Turn over, ass up,” he said sternly, unlooping his belt from his jeans.

You struggled a little trying to flip yourself over since the handcuffs were still locked around your wrists, but you eventually managed to get in the position he instructed you to.

“I know I’ve been gone for a while, but I didn’t expect you to act up this much. Now I think you deserve twenty for your actions. What do you think?” Josh dragged the leather down your spine and down the backs of your thighs. You nodded, anticipating the snap of the belt against you. “Ah, ah. Use your words.”

“Yes, sir,” you answered, squeezing your eyes shut as the first shock of pain hit. After ten, the pain had mostly subsided and you started craving the feeling of the leather against your sensitive skin. The next blow caused a moan to erupt from your mouth.

“Of course you’re enjoying this, you little slut,” he growled, swinging the looped belt harder against you. “I bet I could get you off again just by doing this.” The remaining hits left you breathless as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body. Josh’s calloused hand smoothed across the now bright pink skin. “So dirty for me, aren’t you Y/N?” You nodded and looked over your shoulder at him, waiting for him to decide what to do next.

He moved to the head of the bed and unclasped the handcuffs, running his thumbs over the indented skin on your wrists. He left a few kisses on them before guiding you into a sitting position.

“Stand up for me,” he ordered. You gently slid off of the bed and he turned you so that you were facing away from him. The cold metal returned to your wrists as you heard the cuffs being re-tightened to their previous position. Josh swept the hair away from your neck and left a few kisses there before whispering, “turn around and get on your knees.”

You did as he said, feeling the plush carpet beneath your knees as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down along with his boxers so that they were pooled at his ankles. “You know what to do.”

You leaned forward and wrapped your mouth around his length, teasing the tip of it slightly with your tongue. He let out a soft groan and combed his fingers through your hair, urging you to take more of him into your mouth. When you didn’t automatically comply he moved his hand to the back of your head and pushed you towards him. You could feel him hit the back of your throat as he pushed deeper, not caring that you were gagging on him.

“You feel so good y/n,” he whimpered, lightly thrusting his hips. You hummed causing him to buck his hips faster. “That’s it baby.” You could tell Josh was lost in his own head by this point, his movements had become mechanical as you continued to gag on his length, tears forming in your eyes from the lack of oxygen moving into your lungs.

Josh suddenly stopped, wrapping his hand under your chin and pulling you to your feet. He brushed the hair that stuck to your sweat coated face.

“You’re so good for me,” he cooed, “but I think I need something else from you.” He roughly pushed you back on the bed, your hands now trapped beneath you. In one swift movement he climbed on top of you and you could feel him at your entrance. “I love you, Y/N.” And with that he quickly thrust into you, causing your back to arch. Josh was moving at a rapid pace, the bed thumping against the wall in time with his movements. And all you could do was lay there and let him have his way. Even if your wrists weren’t clasped together under you, the pleasure you felt would be enough to leave you motionless.

Josh leaned down and attached his lips to your collarbone, nipping at the skin every once in a while. You felt yourself getting close again as his lips reached the sweet spot on your neck.

“J-Josh,” you breathed, “I’m.. I’m gonna..”

His actions stopped suddenly and he looked down at you with an animalistic hunger in his eyes. “Ah ah. Not yet.” His body moved from yours and he climbed to the top of the bed, sitting with his back against the head board. He motioned for you to come over and you started to try and pull yourself up from where you were laying. But between your hands being stuck under you and the growing exhaustion that was hitting you, your attempts were fairly futile. You looked up at Josh and, with a simple look, pleaded for him to help you.

Josh let out a soft laugh as he moved to pick you up, maneuvering you so that you were straddling his lap. He let his hands drop to your hips and helped guide you down onto him. You took a second to readjust to the new position, but after a few seconds Josh had grown impatient and his grip on your hips became much tighter. You let him help you balance as you quickened the pace. Your eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure coursed back through your body.

“Josh,” you moaned.

“I know baby. Just- ah. Just a little longer.” Josh’s head fell back against the wall, groaning as he urged you to move faster. By now, he was almost completely supporting you, having to move his hips up to meet yours. As Josh’s groans grew louder you could tell he was close. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against your chest, “Come with me, princess,” he whispered into your ear. His warm breath sending shivers down your spine right before you finally let go. Your whole body was shaking as you felt him release in you, both of you moaning each other’s names.

Your movements halted and you took a second to catch your breath, letting your head rest against his chest.

“Oh my god you’re so perfect Y/N. I love you so much.” He rubbed his hands up and down your back before letting them slip down to the metal that was still clamped around your wrists. He quickly undid the handcuffs and your arms fell to your side. You probably could have fallen asleep right at that second if it weren’t for Josh lifting you up and carrying you to your shared bathroom. “Why don’t I run you a bath and then we can watch a movie and cuddle afterwards?”

“That sounds perfect,” you mumbled, “you’re perfect.”

-6 weeks later-

Three days of what you thought was just a stomach bug had you questioning what was really going on. Everyday you had woken up and before you could even think about drinking your daily cup of coffee, you were in the bathroom puking up whatever was in your stomach at the time.

“Still sick?” Josh asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“I’m not sure if this is just the flu. What’s the date?” you asked, fear already coursing through your veins.

“The twentieth, why?” As soon as he said that, your worst fears were confirmed, and it only took Josh ten more seconds to figure it out for himself. “Oh. Oh wow. Um,” he stuttered. “Should we uh. Should we get a test then?”

You couldn’t speak. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Sure, you and Josh had been dating for two years now, but you never planned on having a baby before you were married. What would your family think? Hell, what would the fans think?

“Hey,” Josh kneeled in front of you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. “It’ll be okay. No matter what happens I love you. I’m not going anywhere.” You nodded and allowed him to help you off the tiled floor, intertwining your fingers together as you set out to figure out if your life was about to change in a very big way.


Thirty minutes and a large glass of water later, you were nervously pacing around the bathroom while Josh leaned against the counter.

“Y/N. Stop freaking out. You’ll be an amazing mom. So what if we aren’t married? We were going to have kids anyways. We’ve talked about it. And you know we’re going to get married. Things just happened in a different order for us.”

“My moms gonna kill me. Oh my god. Everybody is going to think I’m a slut! Why did this happen to me? I’m a good person. Hell, you’re an even better person. What did we do to deserve this?” You had been in shock ever since the little plus sign showed up on that stupid little stick.

“Your mom isn’t going to kill you and nobody is going to think you’re a slut. Babe, we’ve been together for over two years. We’re going to be okay.” He finally moved to wrap his arms around you, and his touch instantly calmed you. His arms always made you feel safe and now wasn’t an exception. “Now, lets go lay down and relax. All this stress isn’t good for the baby.”

The baby. There’s a human inside of me. The realization made you feel even more sick than you had that morning, but you allowed Josh to lead you back into the bedroom. He pulled the sheets down and allowed you to climb under them before laying them back over you. As soon as he slid in next to you, you curled into his side.

“I love you. And I don’t regret our actions. Im excited to meet the little human we’ve created. I can’t wait to love them as much as I love you. And spoil them. And I know you’re excited to pick out all the little outfits for them, and paint their nursery.” The more Josh talked, the more you thought about how good this could be for the two of you.

“They aren’t allowed to play the drums until they’re five. Maybe six,” you said. “And no dyeing their hair until they’re like twenty.” You both laughed at what you seemed to think were immediate concerns for your child.

“Only if we can name them Mulder.”

“What if it’s a girl?” You giggled.

“Well then she’d be named Scully. Duh.” You rolled your eyes at his childlike ways.

“You’re a dork.”

“Thats too bad. Hopefully I didn’t pass my dork genes on to our kid,” he joked.

You looked up at him, wondering how on earth you were now having a kid with this absolute child that was laying next to you. But instead of being scared, you were happy. Josh was going to be a great dad. He was always good with kids. And the way he was talking, you could tell he was looking forward to all of this. And even though people would have negative reactions to the news, it didn’t matter anymore. Because all that mattered was that Josh would be next to you through it all.