i made this in a jiffy

It’ll Be Okay

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word count: 1838

Characters: Peter x reader, Susan

Warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, Peter getting nervous

Summary: Requested by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories. Peter doesn’t know how to react when he finds out about your pregnancy.

You let your pen drop to your desk triumphantly, just to the side of the letter you’d been writing. Your signature was still shining on the page. You had spent far too long working on that- you weren’t the skilled writer that Susan or Edmund were. Still, it was done now. You could send it later.

It felt good to get to your feet and stretch. Deep orange sunlight tumbled through the window and over your writing desk. You had worked right through the afternoon without realising it.

As if to punctuate the realisation, your stomach gave a disgruntled mutter. You rubbed it absent-mindedly. Dinner wouldn’t be served until Peter and Lucy returned from their ride, and that wouldn’t be for a few hours yet. Perhaps, if you went down to the kitchens, they would have something there that you could eat to keep yourself going.

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me trying 2 post in this fandom is going sssoooo wierdly like…..help!!! But im not discouraged so heres marv seeing whizzer 4 the first time in a 24 hr super market at 12pm and Jason is like hey i just want jiffy pop can we leave……also whizzer wearing that hooker 2000 shirt that andrew is wearing in my icon

The Mandela Effect:

Hello everyone!! I made a list of some of my favorite Mandela Effects and I hope you’re ready for your actual brain to explode! You’re welcome! Enjoy!!!!


* Berenstein / Berenstain Bears
* Chic-Fil-A / Chick-Fil-A
* Jiffy peanut butter NEVER EXISTED
* I remember the guy who voices spongebob dying and the had to use a different guy??? NOPE.
* Fidel Castro…. just died?????? Like 2016?????
* Looney Toons? NO ITS TUNES
* Kit Kat isn’t Kit-Kat, and it never had been
* Barbara Streisand is named Barbra?????
* “Luke I am your father” is actually “No, I’m your father”
* “Lucy, you have some splainin to do” IS NOT A REAL QUOTE HE NEVER SAID THAT!!!!!!
* NEITHER IS “Hello Clarise”
* Gene Wilder died in 2016, but there was a Facebook page dedicated to his death in 2013? HOW.
* People also remember Betty White dying
* Interview With A Vampire is actually Interview With The Vampire
* Sex IN the City?? Sex AND the City??? WHAT???
* Mr. Rogers sang “it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood!” But NO HE DIDNT THE WORDS ARE “this neighborhood”
* “Life if like a box of chocolates” from Forest Gump?? it’s actually “life WAS like a box of chocolates”
* Seth McFarlane? No. Seth MacFarlane. Omg.
* Mickey Mouse DOESNT HAVE SUSPENDERS
* CURIOUS GEORGE DOESNT HAVE A TAIL
* PIKACHU DOESNT HAVE A BLACK TIP TAIL
* there a 5th ocean??? That nobody knew about???
* Sally Fields didn’t say “you like me! You really like me!” She said “you like me! Right now!”
* THE MONA LISA IS STRAIGHT UP SMILING NOW YALL THE DEBATE IS OVER SHES HAPPY
* “Deck the halls with boughs of holly” HHAHAHAHHA NO YALL ITS JUST HALL. “Deck the HALL”
* The monopoly guy doesn’t have a Monical
* Febreeze is actually Febreze
* Smokey The Bear isn’t his name. It’s. Not. His. Name. It’s. Just. Smokey Bear. What. No. Ugh.
* The color chartreuse is NOT A REDDISH PINK COLOR??? ITS YELLOW GREEN!!!!! NO!!!!!
* “White Out” IS SPELLED INCORRECTLY. OKAY. ITs “Wite Out” why. Why. WHY.
* “Chucky Cheeses” is plural and not singular
* Rubix cube isn’t even spelled with an X
* Cup of Noodles doesn’t have an “of”. It’s straight up just Cup Noodles
* “We are the Champions…. OF THE WORLD” DOESNT END LIKE THAT. AHHHHH.
* Judge Judy never had a gavel like she just didn’t she just doesn’t have one like what
* Cheez-It it’s NOT PLURAL? Like what just “Cheez-It” no.
* Play Dough? HA. PLAY. DOH. DOH. DOH??? DOH.
* “I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house…” what the word? Down? NO. BLOW YOUR HOUSE IN. WHAT.
* Thomas The Train is actually called THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE LIKE I CAN NOT BREATHE
* “Im a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World” YOU THOUGHT WRONG. HA. ITS “The Barbie World” LIKE WHO IS THAT I AM NOT FAMILIAR
* Double Stuffed Oreos are just called Double Stuf WHY IS ALL OF THIS WRONG
* “ET phone home” IS NOT WHAT HE SAYS!!!!! HE SAYS “ET home phone” MCSCUSE ME??? HOME PHONE?? AS OPPOSED TO A CELL PHONE? WHAT.
* “It’s a hard knock life, for us” IS NOT A HARD KNOCK LIFE ARRRGHHHHH ITS THE THE THE THE IM MAD
* Sketchers are spelled. Without. The. T. Just. Skechers.
* “Don’t break my heart, my achy-breaky heart” IS NOT WHAT HE SAYS!!!!! THE LYRICS!!!! ARE ACTUALLY!!!!! “Don’t TELL my heart” ASDFGHJKL
* “You’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by, smooth criminal” NOPE. ITS JUST HIT BY. TWICE.
* WENDYS GIRL DOESNT HAVE BRAIDS!!!!! JUST PIG TAILS!!!! WHERE THE BRAIDS AT??? WHY.
* “In the back seat of your rover that I know you can’t afford, BITE that tattoo on your shoulder” like I’m literally so done goodbye I can’t EVEN
* The order of a traffic light is not “green, yellow, red” it’s actually “red, yellow, green” like GREEN ISNT FIRST? HMPPHHHHH.
* CARMAX THE LIP BALM HAS AN E. OH MY GOSH NO THAT IS WRONG IT IS “CARMAX” LIKE THE CARMEX DOESNT EVEN LOOK RIGHT
* Herbal Essence isn’t the brand it’s actually Herbal Essences PLURAL WHY GOASSHJSNKSN

A Truly Happy Ending (Dead Boy Walking reprise, I am Damaged, and Seventeen reprise)

Vincent stormed Westerburg, swallowing his fear. JD was about to blow up the school, and had basically gotten everyone to sign their lives away by posing it as some stupid petition. He could still hear her reading the eerie note in his head.

“We the students of Westerburg high will die. Our burned bodies may finally get through to you, your society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks. Signed, the students of Westerburg high.. Goodbye.”

He shuddered and fought the crowd, trying to find anyone who might have any idea where JD was. He had forgotten about the pep rally today, however that might be a good thing. Nobody would be around to see what would happen. He ended up bumping into Mr. Fleming, who looked really surprised to see him.

“Vincent? But, Jaclyn Dean told me you just committed suicide..”

“Yeah, well she’s wrong about a lot of things.” Vincent sighed. “Mr. Fleming what’s underneath the gym?”

“The boiler room..?”

“That’s it.”

“Vincent what’s going on?” Mr. Fleming called, but Vincent was already gone and down to the boiler room where JD was, her back facing him. “Step away from the bomb.”

She turned around, smiling and laughing maliciously. “This little thing? I would hardly call this a bomb, this is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs in the gym! Those are bombs.” She chuckled. “People are going to see the ashes of Westerburg High and think there’s a school that self destructed not because society doesn’t care, but because that school was society!! The only place that Hunters and Martins can get along is in heaven!”

Vincent huffed and tackled her to the floor, the stomping and the yelling from the pep rally was pounding in his ears as he wrestled for the gun. “I wish your dad had been a little stronger! I wish he’d stayed around a little longer!” He yanked the gun from her pocket. “I wish your mom were good, I wish grownups understood! I wish we’d met before they convinced you life was war!” He tearfully aimed the gun at her. “I wish you’d come with me!”

She glared coldly at him, pushing him back down and grabbed the gun. “I wish I had more TNT.”

Vincent glared and punched her, grabbing the gun and scrambled to his feet, pointing and shooting. He cracked open one eye and saw that she was crouched on the ground, holding her stomach. She looked up at him and smiled bitterly. “D-Didn’t your mama ever teach you not to hit girls..? Or in this case shoot them..?”

Vincent eyed her warily, grabbing the bomb cautiously. “Yeah, but when that girl is attempting to commit mass murder I feel like those manners fly out the window.”

She grabbed his hand and led him outside to the football field, gently taking the bomb from him and strapping it onto her chest. “Please stand back..”

Vincent’s eyes widened as he took a few steps back. “JD..”

“A little further.. Don’t know what this thing will do..” She smiled sadly and stepped back from him. “I really do love you Vincent.. So I’ll trade my life for yours.. Make things better around here ‘kay?”

“N-No stop!”

“Our love is god..” She sighed and looked up, as if she were about to ascend into heaven.

“S-Say hi to god..”

And then the bomb went off.

Vincent was covered in smoke and ash, and the spot where JD had been was now just a gray spot, no sign she had ever been there at all. He sighed and walked inside where the school was running around frantically, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. He happened to run into Hunter Duke and McNamara, Duke looking less than happy that he was there, while McNamara was ecstatic.

“Vincent! What happened? The whole school was saying you killed yourself!” Hunter hugged him tightly, not caring if he got soot on his nice yellow jacket.

Hunter Duke rolled his eyes. “You look like hell.”

Vincent grabbed Hunter McNamara’s hand and brushed past him, shoving him out of the way. “I just got back.”

The two boys made their way towards Martin, who was in his little scooter and was looking pretty gloomy. “Hey, um.. Martin are you free tonight..?”

Martin looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “What..?”

“My date for the pep rally kind of blew-.” He stopped and sighed, squeezing Hunter’s hand gently who happily hugged his arm. “-Me off.. So, I was thinking maybe if you weren’t busy we could pop some Jiffy pop? Rent a movie? Maybe something with a happy ending?”

Martin shrugged his shoulders. “Are there any happy endings..?”

Vincent rubbed his neck and shook his head. “I can’t promise that there will be any happy endings.. But I miss you and I’d be honored if I could be your friend again..”

Martin smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.. Very much..” He chuckled a bit and gestured towards the two. “You wanna introduce me to your special friend Vince?”

Vincent blushed and covered his face. “M-Martin..”

Hunter grinned and waved. “I’m Hunter McNamara, and I’ve had a crush on your friend for a really long time!”

Martin laughed and waved with his free hand. “Nice to meet you, Vincent needed to come out of the closet soon anyway.”

“Martin! Oh my god..”

Just then, Hunter Duke came walking up to them, snickering. “Oh my god, Hunter I’m going to so crucify you! Gay for the ex-Hunter, wonder how that’ll go over the football team.”

Vincent glared at him and pushed him away. “Shut up Hunter!” And just like that, grabbed Hunter McNamara and kissed him as passionately as he could.

Hunter Duke huffed and stormed away, while other kids kind of just ignored the two kissing boys.

Hunter pulled away, blushing furiously. “V-Vincent..”

“You free Saturday Hunter? I wanna hang out, aw screw it, I wanna go on a date with you.”

Hunter blushed brightly and nodded, smiling. “Y-Yeah.. Okay..”

Vincent smiled and took the hand of his new boyfriend and looked down at Martin, who was grinning happily at them. The three of them walked (or in Martin’s case rolled) off down the hall. Maybe the rest of the year wouldn’t be so bad after all.

In Vincent’s ear, he could’ve sworn he heard Hunter Chandler’s voice in a sense of pride. “Vincent Sawyer, you’ve truly become a Hunter.”

Vincent smiled to himself and nodded. “Yeah, guess I have..”

(Ah, I liked writing this so much. Plus I added my own gay McNamawyer because that’s good stuff right there 👌I also like the fact that I was able to get three songs into one fanfic @raven-ink )

Not Leaving You (Prompto x Reader)

Character: Prompto Argentum (ft. Aranea Highwind)

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Categories: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Angst

Title: Not Leaving You


Requested by @xionroxas:

I just got this new idea: s/o fell with Prompto from the train trying to protect him from Noctis, so, what happened next??? And how Episode Prompto would be with they around??? I love your writing, imagination and scenarios so much!!!



WARNING: Spoilers from FFXV and Episode Prompto! Also, angst!


What the hell was going on?! Why did the train suddenly stop?!

It didn’t take long for it to keep moving, as though nothing had happened. I had a bad feeling about the whole situation. Something very strange was happening, a strange phenomenon.

I ran around the wagons, looking for my friends. My heart was thumping against my chest as I prayed that they were okay.

As I ran from one car to the other, I realized I couldn’t find Noct nor Prompto, but I did run into Gladio and Ignis.

“Y/N!” Gladio called me as soon as he saw me, way before I got to them.

The train suddenly shook violently, and some of the windows shattered. Glasses went flying everywhere, and I threw myself to the ground in an instinct to protect myself.

Frantically, I looked up to my friends and sighed in relief when I saw that they were okay. Gladio had covered Ignis with his body to protect him, guiding him since he couldn’t see.

Through the broken windows I realized the train was surrounded by imperial forces. They were attacking us.

I closed my fists angrily, thinking that there were so many innocent people in that train aside from us. Hopefully our friends were okay too.

As fast as I could, I stood up and reunited with them.

“Guys” I urgently held their arms, restless.

“Are you alright?” Ignis worried immediately, resting his hand over mine.

“Where are Noct and Prompto?” Gladio asked me, sternly fixing his amber eyes on me.

“I don’t know, I can’t find them!” I looked all around me, hoping they would show up any minute. “I’ve been running up and down the train and-“

A loud noise on top of the train startled us, making us jump and directing our glances above our heads. Something was on top of the train.

Or someone.

“Noct” I whispered, feeling my hands shaking in fear of what could be actually happening. “He’s warping”

I didn’t think twice, I walked up to one of the windows on the other side of the train, since they were unharmed, and climbed.

“What the hell you think you’re doing?” Gladio held me by the arm to keep me from moving.

“I’m going after Noct!”

“On top of the train? Are you out of your damn mind?!”

“Y/N, it is far too dangerous” Ignis nodded as well, turning his head to the sound of my voice.

“I have to make sure they’re okay” I angrily let go of Gladio’s hand –luckily for me, he wasn’t gripping too hard due to the shock or otherwise it would have been impossible for me to win over his strength –and climbed up.

Gladio was too big to fit and Ignis was blind and wouldn’t be able to follow. They couldn’t come after me.

“Y/N!” They both shouted at the same time, but I was already halfway to the top.

My stomach seemed to jump up to meet with my throat as I slowly made me way up a moving train to get on the rooftop. It was very frightening.

I could have sworn I was hearing Noctis’ voice as I grabbed onto the top and pulled myself up. Once I did, I looked up and was received by a very disturbing scene.

I had definitely found Prompto and Noctis.

And Ardyn. I should have known he had something to do with it all.

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Once a Month - James March x Reader

Requested by: Anon - Monthly visits and Anon - Vampire with monthly visits

I smashed these two requests together cause they were similar! Hope you like it!


It was the 15th of the month, which meant it was time for your monthly date with your love. You put on your favorite dress and left your hair long and flowing down your back before grabbing your jacket and heading out the door. When your taxi pulled up in front of the Hotel Cortez you slipped out, paying the driver, and turned to look up at it. It had once been your home, your safe haven from the world, wrapped up in the arms of your lover, the owner and builder of the once fine and famous hotel. Now it was just a reminder of when times were easier for you. Now you only got the privilege of walking the halls of this monster of a hotel once a month. In a stipulation set up by your maker, The Countess, you were only allowed to see James every 30 days. It hurt your heart. You wished you could get rid of her, so you would be free to do as you pleased. However, it wasn’t in the cards. You knew James cared for you, he maybe even loved you, but Elizabeth would always come first.

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Simblr Love 🖤

Happy Saturday lovelies, a while ago there was a follow forever tag and I made a post about my favorite simmers, however since I’ve discovered a whole heap of new favorites and I really wanted to share and encourage you guys to go follow these too! So here’s a list of my favorites at this moment! 

Favorite legacies:
@mysteriousdane - Braxton Legacy
@laylasims - Ortero Legacy
@cabsim - Goon Legacy
@anthracite-camelies - Noreau Legacy
@thefoxiesimmer - Periwinkle Legacy
@108sims - Copeland Legacy
@catlover800 - Cohen Legacy
@wrixles - Reynolds Legacy
@blarffy - Greene Legacy
@applezingsims - Lindstrom Legacy
@applepiedimples - Loops Legacy
@simchilla - Jazzberry Legacy
@cookiemonsterrsims - Pancakes Legacy
@samtastic-sims - Jiffy Legacy
@peachunit - Vinton Legacy
@shachum-cha - Sinclaire Legacy
@hoobanoobie - Farris Legacy
@foxbie - Wood Legacy
@freezrbunny - Buttons Legacy

Favorite stories/CC/lookbooks/various:
@wafflekone, @zauglom@tinwhistletoo, @josiesimblr, @simsofapt10, @taultvec, @kokonitos, @budgie2budgie, @catplnt, @nadinemaee, @thosefuckingsims, @unicorninthemosh, @birksche, @pink-fuel, @mohkii, @annabellee25, @pixiestixsims, @piphpancakes, @riice, @syreni-sims, @soft-almond, @ajalisimsy, @stargirl-sims, @simsxolove, @pickypikachu, @blackcatsims, @eirflower, @grassysimmer, @vicarious-sims, @pixelbbs, @adornedsims, @shaysugar, @simzra, @weepingsimmer, @orangesimsnerd, @mlyssimblr, @unaggressive, @gladysmorse, @iheartdinosx3, @kimmmygibbbler, @starkknaked, @oasisprings, @soloriya, @brittpinkiesims, @simduction, @wanderingsimmer, @peacemaker-ic, @simforadream, @valhallansim & @historicalsimslife.

XOXO, Jen 😘

So idk if anyone has talked about this yet but I feel like the fact that there hasn’t been any on screen lady aliens has been a deliberate choice by the showrunners. People of Earth is made by the people who did Parks and Rec and The Office, both shows with good roles for women (not so much WoC tbh - often sidelining them to minor supporting characters) so it’s interesting to me that while they already have women outnumbering the men amongst the humans, there is not a single lady alien. I’m not counting Nancy here because she’s an android. In saying this, I’m wondering what the larger plan is, and I’m excited to learn more about alien society.


I’m also wondering if they’re going to broach gender issues amongst the alien races. Maybe gender as a concept doesn’t exist and the aliens are simply emulating the white male appearance to assume the most amount of power in human society… I’d also like to see the Kurt/Jeff dynamic be explored on the show not so much in terms of them being two alien dudes in love but rather a unique expression of love between two alien races, only occurring now due to the formation of the Alliance. I hope that’s where the show is headed, which will add more spice to the undeniable future plot point that Walsh is going to be the one to kiss Ozzie back to life.

Unexpected Consequence 10

Originally posted by jackseunie

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11                    

Got7 x Reader

Gang!Au

Angst

A/N: Hello everyone! We don’t have much to say today other thank than you for all the comments and follows! We really appreciate it! We are almost done with this book. Please, if you haven’t already, give us a follow, because we have a lot more fics planned out for the very very very near future.

Disclaimer: This story is not in any way shape or form true. This is purely fiction. All the boys from Got7 are very sweet and charming guys that wouldn’t hurt a fly. I love them all so much. So please, check them out! They are amazing people. Also, G-Dragon and T.O.P have been introduced. Those two are also the kindest and funniest guys out there, they are nothing like in this story. I will always consider Big Bang the king’s of K-pop (they brought me into this fandom I can no longer escape from).

Trigger Warning: There will be swearing, kidnapping, holding hostage, torture and mentions of killing and drugs. So if you are uncomfortable with any of this, please don’t read!

Chapter 10:

        Youngjae’s fingers were working at the speed of light in trying to decrypt the security system that was holding Mark, Jackson, and Jinyoung in.

        “Guys I’m trying the best I can, but this is definitely more sophisticated than I thought,” Youngjae says with frustration.

        “Meanwhile, you guys should think about what you’re going to do when Youngjae decrypts the system,” JB explains to them.

        “First! We’ll use our super strength to bend these bars and override the system, then swiftly maneuver around the halls until we get to the room Bambam and Y/N are in and…BANG! Mark and I will defeat GD and T.O.P while Jinyoungie saves Y/N, YEAH!” says Jackson as he pumps his fists in the air with serious enthusiasm.

         “Jackson-ah…Seriously?” Mark says, shaking his head, while Jinyoung rolls his eyes.

         A loud scream is heard through their ear pieces. Jinyoung jumps to his feet and clenches the bars of the holding cell. “Y/N…Just hold on”.  Jackson and Mark both put a hand on his shoulders in consolation.

         “Youngjae, do you see what’s going on in the other room?” Jinyoung inquires.

         “Ah…Yeahh…” Youngjae hesitates.

         “WELL!?” Jinyoung starts to grind his teeth.

         “It’s…Not good…I think BamBam must of angered T.O.P,” Youngjae says fearfully.

          T.O.P cocks the hammer of the pistol and places the end of the barrel at Bambam’s left temple. “ ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS, BOY!? GAHHH!” T.O.P’s forearm was bleeding badly.

          Blood seeps from Bambam’s mouth as his signature psychotic grins starts to appear.

          “Aww, is baby T.O.P hurt?” He laughs maniacally.

          “Try me, Bambam. I will shoot your fucking brains out in front of Y/N and for all your stupid little friends to see,” T.O.P breathes heavily, but the pistol is steadily fixed on his head.

          “Ohhh…I’m shivering,” Bambam says sarcastically.

          “Please, Bam…Don’t do this, not for me,” You say, eyes pleading with the boy in front of you.

          “Enough of that nonsense, Y/N! We’re going to get you out of here,” Bambam looks to you with a serious stare.

          G-Dragon starts to giggle. “At it again with these empty promises.” He grabs your face and puckers his lips towards you, but you growl at him. His lips pull up into a sneer as he grabs your neck, squeezing til you let out a groan of pain.  “One thing is for sure, Y/N. You’re going to fall for me one way or another.” He let’s go of your throat, causing you to gasp for breath.

          You start to believe that the situation will never diffuse and your mind begins to break down. You want to scream at the top of your lungs, but you know that won’t do any good. Suddenly, a light bulb goes off in your head. It’s then you realize exactly what you need to do.

          *Ring ring ring* JB, Youngjae, and Yugyeom look around to see where that noise is coming from.

          “Who’s phone is that?” JB asks.

          “Oh, it’s Y/N’s. When we captured her we took her phone to make sure she wouldn’t jeopardize our objective at the time,” Yugyeom explains while he blankly stares at the cell phone.

          JB reaches for the phone and picks up, but doesn’t say anything. On the other end was the voice of an older man.

          “Y/N? Are you there, sweetie? It’s your father. Honey, I’m so sor– “ He gets cut off instantly by JB.

          “Y/N isn’t here at the moment. There isn’t much time to waste and I know you know who this is.” JB cuts right to the chase.

          “A-ah, JB! I swear I’ll get that money soon. I just got a couple more jobs to take care of and then I’ll get you that money! W-with interest! Hey! Y-you know, let me get some more product and I’ll for sure be able to go and get the money in a jiffy!” He says with a jittery voice.

          “From what I can tell is that you never truly stopped your addiction. In fact, you’re probably high right now. My sources tell me that other sellers, with the promise that they will be paid later, kept fronting you. Because they knew that you made good money, they trusted you. But just like any other strategic man, you would disappear without a word. Just like you would disappear from Y/N’s life.” Youngjae and Yugyeom look to each other in surprise with what JB says to him.

          “YOU DON’T KNOW ME! I’ve always been there for my daughter. I-I just get busy sometimes. J-just let me get some good stuff and I will – ,” once again gets cut off by JB.

          “You will do nothing. I bet you don’t even know what’s happened to your own daughter. You will leave her here to rot. Am I right? *Sigh* this is going nowhere. You know what, you’re useless. We’ll handle this ourselves. Don’t bother calling ever again and don’t bother coming to find her.” He hangs up the phone.

          “Wow, leader-nim.” Youngjae and Yugyeom say simultaneously.

          He runs his hands through his hair, “No more gawking. Back to work, boys.”

          T.O.P still relentlessly holds the pistol against Bambam’s head while he stares down G-Dragon. *Click* “NOOOO!!!” You scream in terror, eyes wide with fear.

          Bambam’s body shook, but he returns to his normal self. “Scare tactics, huh? I knew that magazine was empty.”

          T.O.P then grabs bullets to load the magazine, “The next one though will be real.” He winks to Bambam whom is angry for being played.

          “Wait, p-please…I’ll make a deal.” You say with a weak, shaky voice.

          All the boys from the holding cell and the Got7 headquarters stop dead in their tracks and listen in through Bambam’s headset.

         “Y/N…Don’t. Please. Don’t do it. Not that…” Bambam pleads, shaking his head and eyes widening.

          You let out a small smile to the trickster, but you look back to G-Dragon and swallow the lump in your throat. “G-Dragon, I will make a deal with you. But you have to promise that all of Got7 will be freed.”

           He quickly grabs your hair and pulls it back. “And just why would I do such a thing? Heh, your proposal better be good.” His fingers run along your neck, licking his lips.

            You swallow the lump in your throat. “I will be your slave for the rest of my life, in exchange for their freedom.”

Turn Down the Heat - 4 (Leonard Snart/Reader)

Part One Part Two  Part Three

Originally posted by alicemcgeek

“Please stop fidgeting, Miss L/N.” You heard Gideon speak to you.

“Sorry Gideon. You’re sure there isn’t another way to do this dermal regen?” You glanced as the suction cup looking thing resting on your shoulder, “I can’t lay down or something?”

“I’m afraid not. Your skin is very delicate and if not reconstructed in the righ-”

“Thank you Gideon. I know…” You sighed shutting your eyes. This wasn’t your first trip here with a burn. You shouldn’t have waited as long as you did.

“Y/N…” Your eyes opened seeing Rip standing in front of you, “Are you alright?”

“Yes Captain.” You nodded, “Pipe burst.”

“I see. Are the repairs going alright?” He stood in front of you with his hands behind his back. He always looked at you disapprovingly, it made you second guess yourself.

“No…I can’t find a source.” You swallowed looking away from him, “I have looked everywhere and it just seems to come from no where.”

“It has to come from somewhere!” He shouted at you making you look at him, “It can’t just be random! I thought you were the technician here, not some novice.”

You stared at him pulling the regen machine off letting the beeping sound off as you walked away, “Miss L/N…”

You ignored Gideon walking straight out the door. You were the top of you skill class. You studied the hardest. Tutor those who needed it, and yet Rip Hunter found the way to make you feel clueless and inferior… 

You turned the corner quickly falling back as you ran into someone, “Whoa there…”

You felt a strong arm grab you by the waist to stop you from falling. Of course, the one man you didn’t want to see when you felt weak decided to show up. Snart stared down at you as he helped you gain your footing, “Y/N…”

“Don’t…not right now please…” You pushed his arm away from you and moved away from him. He turned taking your arm gently in his hands as you passed, “Leonard…”

“Stop…” You looked at him seeing something different. Was he worried for you? Why? You’d only known each other for a couple weeks, “What happened?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head looking away from him, “Nothing…I…Uh…Have to…”

“You are speaking to a professional liar.” He whispered to you, “You are not a good liar. What happened?”

You opened your mouth, but stopped when you saw Rip come around the corner. You stared at him your jaw tightening, “I have work to do.”

Snart looked over to Rip then back to you, “Where at?”

“Around.” You took your arm away from him and started away.

Snart waited for you to turn the down the hall before looking at Rip again, “I’m not sure I like the conversation you just had with her.”

“I’m not sure you understand how conversations work, Mr. Snart.” Rip crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh I’m perfectly aware of how little you need to say in some conversations to get a point across.” He told him cocking his head, “Much like the conversations I give you on a daily basis when we’re on the bridge.”

Rip shifted on his feet, “I don’t need you distracting her.”

“I don’t need you belittling her like you do everyone else.” Snart said quickly making Rip take a step back, “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

He left the time captain alone in the hall to go search for you. He’d figured out some of your hidey holes the last few days. Your favorite seemed to be a window view on one of the lower decks.

He watched you stare out into space…or whatever it was. Finally he walked in gaining no notice. When he spoke you jumped, “There’s no stars.”

You looked at him, “It’s not space.”

“But they call it ‘traveling in time and space’.” He smirked leaning against a pipe looking into your eyes. The glow from out side the ship silhouetted you perfectly.

“It’s not that simple.” You told him, “Space and time together is four dimensional…”

He smiled listening to you talk only understanding about a fraction of what you were saying. When you finished and looked back outside, “So the stars are there we’re just segregated from them.”

“In a sense yes. Energy flows differently and stars are essentially energy. We could be moving through one right now.” You told him glancing out the window, “For what ever reason time looks green. If you’re lucky blue.”

“I’m certainly glad you’re on our side.” He sat down across from you, “You obviously know how all this works.”

“In order to work on one of these ships it’s a requirement.” You told him with a small smile, “It’s kind of funny actually. Time travel is just the study of movement between points. No different really then a basic motor vehicle.”

“Oh yes…” He smirked as you looked at him. The green light lighting up his face, highlighting his eyes the most. Even in the dark they were the bluest color you’d ever seen, “I’m sure it’s just that simple.”

“Maybe not.” You smiled resting your chin on your knee, “Why are you here?”

“Rip van time junky. Just like everyone else.” He told you knowing full well that wasn’t what you meant, but he wanted you to ask again.

“I mean here…right now.”  Your eyes shifted to his.

His locked with yours sending shivers down your spine, “You know why.”

“Because you want me.” You looked away when you said it.

He leaned forward getting your attention. He didn’t like that you looked away. He wanted you to understand that he meant it when he said he wanted you. Every bit, “Yes I want you. I will steal every bit of you until I have all of you.”

“I’m not an object.” You told him, “I told you, you’re not going to be able to steal me.”

He smiled at you leaning forward more, “You can steal anything if you try hard enough.”

Your eyes shut when your felt his lips on yours. He really was the only man that you knew who ran cold. It was a refreshing feeling. 

When his hands landed on your shoulders you hissed pulling away. The regen hadn’t finished. You looked at him, “Sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing. I hurt you.” He told you looking at the wound, “I thought you got this taken care of.”

“I didn’t get to finish the treatment.” You tapered off at the end.

“Rip?” He said taking a breath in through his nose.

“He’s doing his job.” You told him.

“He’s bullying you.” He stood up holding his hand down to you, “Come with me. I’ll fix that shoulder up in a jiffy.”

“I can see Gideon in a little while, it’s fine.” You told him as you stared at his hand.

“It’s not a request.” He told you smirking as his next statement made you blush, “I truly have no issue throwing you over my shoulder and taking you to my quarters to attend to you.”

So What’s Your Name? Part 3

Time flew by as I quickly worked around the wide range of customers that kept showing up and before I knew it, it was already four o’clock and a cute familiar little face came running into the diner.
“Mommy!” Eden squealed as she ran up to me, thankfully my arms were empty so I could catch her and hug her close.
“Oh, hello munchkin! Did you have a good day at school?” I asked as I kissed her cheek.
Eden nodded her head as she pulled out the painting she was telling me about earlier this morning. “Look mommy! Isn’t it pretty!” She giggled.
I took the picture from her and gasped. “It’s beautiful Eden! Why don’t you go back and show Jerry if he’s not busy!” I said and she nodded as she jumped down from my arms and took off to the kitchen.
I looked over at Clay and smiled slightly. “Thank you for bringing her here Clay, I’ll make sure to have the next few days cleared in time to pick her up.” I said as I kissed his cheek.
He huffed and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, whatever. Just hurry up and finish your shift so you can make dinner.” He said and walked out the door.
I let out a sigh as I walked back to behind the bar to help some customers.
Not five minutes had passed before I heard the door jingle again. I looked up and couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Welcome back Officer.” I said as I grabbed a cup and poured some coffee into it for him.
He smiled widely at me before shaking his head and taking the seat that he had occupied earlier this morning. “Hey (Y/N). And please, call me Dick.” He said as he took the cup from my hand.
“Right, sorry.” I said with a light laugh. “Well, what can I get you for dinner Dick?” I asked as I pulled out my pen and paper again.
The grin on his face only widened as he leaned against the counter with his chin in his hand. “How about some of Jerry’s famous chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes with gravy?” He said in a gentle tone.
I nodded my head as I wrote down his order. “Alright! I’ll have that out for you in a jiffy!” I said as I made my way back to the kitchen window.
“Hey Jerry, got a new order.” I said and smiled when I saw Eden sitting on the table behind him eating some French fries. “Hey sweetie, did you show Jerry your painting?” I asked as I looked at her.
Eden grinned and nodded her head. “Mhm! He let me hang it right above the window!” She called out as she pointed to the spot right above the call window.
“He did, did he?” I asked as I leaned in to look up at it. “It’s beautiful Eden, now we’ll see it every day!” I said with a smile as I pulled myself out of the window. “Now come on, out of the kitchen. Jerry needs to work and you need to eat a better dinner than just French fries.” I said as I motioned for her to come out of the kitchen.
Eden pouted as she hopped off the table and walked out of the kitchen. “Yes Mommy…” She mumbled and quickly made her way to the bar and sat down next to Dick. “Can I have some apple juice please?” She called out to me, which made him smile as he looked over at her.
I hummed a little as I grabbed a juice box from under the counter. “I guess you can since you asked so nicely.” I said and she grinned as she took the juice box from my hands.
“Thank you!” She called out as she began to sip on her drink. When I walked away she looked over at Dick with wide eyes and studied his uniform. “Are you a police man?” She asked.
Dick smiled as he turned to face her fully. “I sure am young miss. Why do you ask?” He said as he laced his fingers together in front of him.
Eden took another gulp of her drink before setting it down and crawling over into his lap. Dick stared at her in shock before smiling gently as he moved to where she was between him and the counter, just to make sure she didn’t fall down. “Just wondering.” She stated as she smiled at him widely. “Mommy always says that police officers are nice and that, and that, that they protect us!” She explained.
Dick couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. “Is that so? Well your mom sounds like a really nice lady.” He said as he reached to his coffee cup and pulled it towards him, only to stop when Eden gasped loudly and grabbed at his arm. He looked at her with concerned eyes when she pulled his arm to her face. “Is something wrong?” He asked.
“Mommy!! Mommy!!” She called out as she looked up with a wide grin on her face.
The moment I heard her voice I quickly excused myself from the people I was talking to and ran over to the counter. “Eden sweetie what’s wrong?!” I asked, my eyes widening when I saw where she was. “Eden! What have I told you about this? You don’t need to go and bother the customers!” I said as I walked over to the both of them and reached for her. “I am so sorry Dick, she’s usually not like this.” I said.
“Mommy! Look! Look!” She said as she pushed his arm towards me. “It’s your name Mommy!” She said, her grin widening.
I stared at Dick’s wrist for a few more seconds before I looked up at him with surprised eyes. “It… It is my name…” I mumbled.
Dick cleared his throat as he gently moved Eden to where she was sitting on the counter. “Yeah it is.” He stated as he rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled at me. “So, what’s your name?” He asked as he motioned to my wrist.
I gulped slightly and cleared my throat as I tried to calm down. “It’s Richard.” I said and I swear I could see the light in his eyes shine ten times brighter than they did this morning when I first met him.
“My full name is Richard Grayson. Dick for short, and Miss. (Y/N) it seems to me that we are soulmates.” He stated as he held his hand out to me.

Dressed for Success (Vanoo)

I wrote this little oneshot the other way on a whim, and I finally got around to finishing it. Dedicated to my Care Bear, @brocksnuckel. I hope I did your OTP justice, this is the first time I’ve written them <.< 

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Dressed for Success

Word Count: 2,409

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Brock frowned back at his reflection and tugged at his shirt collar, assessing and reassessing his attire with nervous eyes. His maroon dress shirt was rolled up to his sleeves and he fidgeted with his hair once more, not wanting a single hair out of place. This was his third outfit he had tried on, and unfortunately he didn’t have time to try on another as his watch read that it was time to go.

He was still incredibly anxious; he wanted this breakfast date to go well. He didn’t know exactly where Evan was taking him, but the latter had assured Brock that he would enjoy it and he was friendly with the coworkers there. He wasn’t sure what style of restaurant it was, but Evan just told him to wear something nice and he would be fine. Brock felt like his shirt may be a bit too far on the formal side, but he decided it wouldn’t be too noticeable if where they were going was slightly fancy.

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Mistletoe: a Josh Dun imagine part 4

Y/N: Okay this one’s super short so I might post the next one early… Thanks for all the love I hope you enjoy :)

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When you finally arrived in the city, you called up your grandparents. Again, you hadn’t met them before, not even sure you remembered what they even looked like, and it would be important to communicate. “Hello,” you greeted when your grandmother finally picked up on the fourth ring. “It’s me. Y/n.”

“Oh yes! Darling how are you? Is there another cancelled flight?” she asked, worried.

“No, I’m fine,” you reassured. “I actually just arrived. I’m at the airport now, and I was going to ask if it would be alright if I brought a friend. He’s actually already with me, I hope you won’t mind the short notice. His flight got cancelled completely and he needs a place to stay for a couple nights. His name is Josh, he’s super sweet, and I promise you he won’t be too much trouble.” You earned a wink from Josh, who was overhearing the conversation, holding both of your suitcases as you waited at the table of a Starbucks in the airport.

“He sounds quite lovely,” your grandmother chuckled. “I’m sure we won’t mind one bit.”

“Great,” you sighed with relief. “Do you want us to take a taxi cab to your place or maybe give us the address?”

“Don’t you worry! Your grandfather will be over in a jiffy. Just hang tight until then,” she instructed. “I even made some freshly baked cookies for when you arrive. Everything’s set. I hope you and Josh can share a room maybe. Is he your um, is he your boyfriend?”

“Uh…” the question caught you off guard. You looked at Josh, uncertain of what to answer.

“What’s wrong?” he frowned, catching your troubled gaze.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. It was best not to tell him. “Uh, I got to go grandma. I’ll talk to you when I get there. Lots of love.” You quickly hung up, your anxiety overtaking you, panicking at the simple question. You were stupid, why didn’t you just tell her no? Were you afraid or something, thinking she might judge you, get angry at you, question you even more? You quickly bit on your fingernails, trying to relieve some stress, but you felt Josh place a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, you know you can tell me anything,” he reminded, his calming voice just enough for you to lower your stubby fingernails and meet his glance.

“I just didn’t know how to answer a question,” you murmured. “That’s all.”

“What question?” Josh inquired. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.”

“No, it was stupid,” you tried to laugh it off, but your voice cracked, only showing how nervous you really were. To think that in a just a couple minutes, you’d be stuck at your grandparent’s place, staying there for the holidays while your family celebrated without you, it terrified you. Even if Josh was there. “It’s fine.”

“Can I know what the question was?” he tried to push a little further, and you sighed, giving in.

“They asked if you were my boyfriend,” you shrugged, trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal. “I don’t know why I didn’t just say no, it was dumb, I wasn’t thinking, I was just being stupid-”

“Hey,” his concerned tone of voice softening. “You’re not stupid. Don’t say that.”

“But I don’t know why I didn’t just answer them,” you folded your arms, angry with yourself, frustrated. “I always get like this, I make dumb decisions and I don’t think right. I mean, it’s not like you’re my boyfriend.” You forced a laugh. “We’re not really dating.” Your laughter died down quickly. “Right?” You were afraid to meet Josh’s eyes.

“Y/n,” he began to talk but you shook your head, forcing out even more laughter.

“No, you’re right,” you closed your eyes, the laughs now sounding more like gasps for air. “We just met, this is stupid, I’m sorry I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“We can if you want to,” he quickly added. “I mean, it’s not too quick I don’t think.”

“What?” you were surprised, looking up, your confused eyes finally meeting his excited brown ones.

“For the sake of your grandparents,” he quickly confirmed. “So they don’t think uh, I’m just a random person or whatever. We can pretend like we’re dating. You know?”

“Oh,” you tried not to let your face fall, but you knew right away the shimmer of hope in your eyes had faded away, the excitement washed away with disappointment. You were so stupid. To think that you actually thought he might want to date you, ha. You were an idiot. You tried to swallow down your thoughts in your brain and the insecurities infesting your mind and just try on a smile. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Okay,” he grinned uncomfortably. “So um, should we make a backstory and stuff?”

“Hmm?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Like how long we’ve been dating, how we met, you know?” he wondered.

“I guess,” you nodded. “Yeah, that’d be smart.”

So until your grandfather picked you up from the airport, Josh ordered two coffees and you both crafted the false identity of your two-month relationship. So you were both on the same page, you had gone over the details. You had met at a coffee shop in your town, cliché but believable, and struck up a conversation because someone mixed up your orders. Somehow the short conversation turned into an hour long debate, and you decided to exchange numbers and go on a movie date later that week. You had been going strong ever since, and you hadn’t told your parents yet because you wanted it to be a surprise. Josh decided to keep his occupation the same, for the sake of anyone noticing him in public or anything, and you both agreed that you wouldn’t say anything unless asked. While part of you got excited over the idea of dating Josh, even if it was just pretend, another part of you felt hurt. This would make things awkward, and now picking up mixed signals would only be amplified by a thousand percent, constantly not knowing if he was just doing things for show or actually meaningful. You hated yourself for even getting into this in the first place, wishing you could go back to the night you cuddled in the hotel room, where it was just you two and all the worries of the world faded away, no faking relationships or crafting false backstories. Things had been simple, easy, and amazing from the start, but how easy it was for a single question on a phone call to turn all of that upside down.

Pumpkin Juice

Description: Newt Scamander x reader. The reader is struggling with a magical beasts essay and is sent by a friend to visit Newt for help. Set in Hogwarts so no spoilers for those who haven’t seen/read it.
Words: 960
Warnings: Nothing - just fluff!
Author’s Note: @winchester-with-wings @thinkwritexpress @castihelloboys and I have been swooning over Newt Scamander in the new fantastic beasts film a little these past few days so I just had to do this. Also thanks @winchester-with-wings for saving me as I got a bit tired towards the end there and forgot how to type!

The first glimpse you caught of him was coattails disappearing around a corner. Hurried footsteps clicked against stone floors as he made his exit. You didn’t take it personally, your friend had warned you that he aired on the side of eccentric though you had hoped to speak for longer than the few seconds it’d taken to say hello.

“Newt? I…” You winced as you heard a small bang followed by a muffled grunt. “Are you alright?”

“Fine, yes, I-I’m fine. Just- I’ll be out in a jiffy.”

You bit your lip, shifting your weight between your feet as you let your eyes begin to wander around the room. Being a 7th year, you’d have thought you’d know most of the nooks and crannies of Hogwarts castle, and yet here you were in an area you didn’t know existed until a few hours ago.

A friend had seen you struggling with a magical beasts essay in the library earlier, and though you didn’t like to admit that you were stuck, you were. There were only so many pumpkin juices one could drink before the procrastination became obvious. That was when she suggested you visit Newt. He was a friend of hers and apparently was knowledgeable when it came to magical creatures. At the point she had found you, you were willing to try anything.

So here you were.

“Look, if it’s a bad time I can come back, maybe-”

A mass of curls appeared around the corner of the wall and you cut off mid-sentence. The hair belonged to a thin, hufflepuff boy, taller than you but most likely the same age. That was something - it would have been embarrassing to ask the help of a first year. He looked a little alarmed at your presence but a shy smile quickly worked its way to his features.

“No. No, that’s quite alright,” he said, smiling a tad more and extending out a hand, “Newt Scamander.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you said, taking his hand and shaking it, returning the smile.

He released your hand after a few seconds and ran his hand through his hair. You didn’t know if his intention was to smooth it down, but whatever his goal, it ended up looked identical afterwards. His hand fell to rest on the back of his neck and he swallowed hard before speaking again.

“So, um, how can I help?”

You opened your mouth, ready to ask the questions you’d prepared in your head only to stop short. Your eyes were drawn to a small rip in the fabric of his clothes. It was by his elbow, a couple of gashes no more than half an inch long that almost looked like claw marks. Thankfully there didn’t appear to be any blood but even so, they were out of place.

He seemed to notice your gaze and he turned his arm over, trying to catch a glance of what had distracted you.

“Your sleeve, I think it’s ripped,” you said, awkwardly attempting to point it out as he moved. He struggled to see the angle but within a few moments he found the hole.

“Wha- oh!” He grimaced, letting his arm drop back down to his side. “Yes, wrong robes, I do apologise. I misinterpreted a pixie a week ago. He was a tricky fellow but it’s settled now and we’re on good terms but not before he left his little message.”

Newt smiled almost fondly before turning his attention back to you, head cocked. “I’m sorry, I get sidetracked… You needed my help?”

“Yes,” you laughed. “Well, you’ll probably think it’s stupid but, I… I’m trying to understand some kelpie behavioural patterns. I know it would’ve been easier to pick the essay about dragons in muggle folklore but I was curious. I can’t seem to find many books as in depth as I’d like. I understand if you can’t help but I-”

You cut yourself off again. You were beginning to ramble now. Newt smirked and you realised he must think you an idiot. It was a shame, you thought you’d gotten off to a good start in not making a fool of yourself.

“Look, I’m sorry, I-” You started.

“Have you ever been to any of the lochs in Scotland?”

“No?” You spoke cautiously, unsure where he was going with this.

“Kelpies are said to originate from up there,” he smiled and shook his head, “Watching them in the wild is quite spectacular, I took a train to the Highlands last summer actually.”

“Really? That must have been incredible,” You said, a grin starting to form. “I’d love to see that someday. Anything you can remember could be a lifesaver at this point.”

“I took some notes while there,” he said, diverting his eyes to the ground. He squinted up at you and spoke again softly, “I could find them for you if you’d like? I can’t promise my writing is coherent but there may be something of use… I-I would love to discuss a few theories on them actually if you could lend an ear.” He paused, gauging your reaction before carrying on, “Correct me if I’m wrong, it’s just you seem interested and I’d quite like to hear your perspective as well. I was planning to go have a pumpkin juice in the dining hall. W-would you care to join me?“

You had thought you couldn’t stand to even look at that drink again today - but with Newt? You could definitely stomach another glass or two, in fact it would be with pleasure.

“I think that sounds like a fantastic plan.” You nodded. You couldn’t help but grin as you noticed his eyebrows shoot up.

“Really?” He said, smoothing down his shirt awkwardly, “That’s great! Well I’ll, um, I’ll just grab my books!”