i might have yelled at this part

anonymous asked:

please give us more batfam acting like a family

jdkdjd now i cant remember anything and im formatting on mobile chrome so sorry for the mess but ok listen

[Dick, via comms, sounding desperate] ROBIN, ARE YOU STILL NEAR MY HOUSE? 

[Damian, alarmed] YES


  • and when Damian arrives, bursts through the window, batarang in hand ready to kick ass, he finds Dick in bed, in a blanket burrito watching tv.

“Dami can you please turn off the lights and close the door.”

Damian sighs irritated. Throws the batarang at the light switch. Kicks closed the door.

“Thank you Dami my beautiful baby brother that i would die for, can you~”

“I am not getting you food from the kitchen, goodbye grayson”


  • they used to spit into a drink or lick food to stop a sibling from eating it.. (jason and Cass used to eat/drink that shit anyways while staring at you dead in the eye… Tim used to do it ONLY with Cass’ food and sometimes Dick’s…) but now they don’t even care.. all 6 of them share a lollipop while in the batplane (because cass found only one in her pocket and Bruce insisted they either share it or no one would eat it, to avoid fighting) (yes, even duke, who at first was also disgusted with them but now he’s like *shrug* pass me the licked food damian)




  • also

“Todd. I need a favor.”

 "Uh uh. “

 ”… Could you please help me with this videogame level..“

  • “That’s enough that’s enough give me back the-that’s ENOUGH LET ME PLAY TODD-FATHER!!!!”

“Cass are those my clothes”

 ”.. They fit”


 "will not!!! And you let Kon wear my shirt and now it’s too big for me!“ 

“First it’s not my fault he thought that was mine and you always let Stephanie wear my stuff I leave at your house too!!“ 

  • [everyone watching a movie together] [a character with a really ugly haircut appears] “DICK WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US YOU WERE IN A MOVIE" 

“Hey dick, Wally is on the phone" 

"ugh I’m not in the mood tell him I’m sleeping or someth-”

 ”[on phone] he’s right here I’ll pass him the phone" 

“I know where you live Timoth-hey Wally whatsup man!”

  • “I’m gonna shower!” [cass, thrown over the sofa playing with Tim’s laptop, clearly not intending to get up any time soon] “no wait I was gonna shower!!“ 


"it wasn’t me!!" 


  • everytime one of them is getting lectured by Bruce the others try to make them crack up.. please… 

“is there something funny about throwing a mug at your brother, Tim?" 


  • they steal each others stuff all the time just to be annoying and put the blame on each other…

“I left my phone right here where is it.." 

[everyone sniggering] 

"c'mon guys!! Who was it??”

[more sniggering] 












[screams, trying to wrestle the house phone from Dick’s hand, kicking, biting, spiting]

 [finally cass, who has been watching everything go down from afar, comes forwards a drops the phone in dicks chest] “here”

  • movie nights… are a mess…. they always complain about each other’s movie taste and end up watching a movie picked by bruce so they won’t fight… aka a boring ugly mess and they spend the whole movie glaring at each other like “this is your fault!!”

[bruce, in the batcave] “Jason would you call Damian, I need to verify-”

 “yeah sure… [not even looking up from phone] DAMIAN!!!!” 


[from afar] “WHAT DO YOU WANT TODD” 



  • and that’s all I have now.. let me think for a while and I might make a part 2..
Pet Store Ettiquite

I figured I’d write this as a little guide, because I see people every day who don’t know or understand these things that make my job really tough or frustrating. Maybe you already knew them, maybe you didn’t, either way I hope at least a few people will learn!

If someone is getting you fish, please stand off to the side (not behind them) and not in front of the tank your fish is in. I know you want to watch them catch the fish but employees need to stand right in front of the tank they’re getting into and probably need some big elbow room too. Stand back!

If you want a specific fish, absolutely say so . But! Remember that for some fish this will be impossible to do. Or, the fish are for all intents and purposes identical so don’t try to pick a specific one please. Or at least, don’t get mad or think the employee is incompetent because they tell you they can’t.

Do not ask for help with a fish problem, receive an answer, then tell the employee there is no problem and you did nothing wrong. Please, 99% of the time, you did something wrong. Just fix it.

Do NOT open lids or stick your hand into the tanks!! For any reason!

Do not put your hands near or into the cage. Just don’t! 90% of the time you are scaring the bird and giving them lifelong behavioral problems. Remember, they have had around a dozen people try to poke them, scare them, maybe even yell at them or hit their cage. The public is stupid, don’t be a part of that. Politely admire the birds from a distance unless the bird is asking for physical touch.


This includes going into any employees only areas related to cleaning cages.


Do NOT open the cages.

Understand that you might not be able to handle the animal. This is, honestly, for the animals protection more than anything. Many people, including those who genuinely think they can competently hold the animal, cannot, and will drop or injure them. I’ve been doing this for 8 years. Chances are, you will drop that hamster so no, you can’t hold it.

If there is an open top type of enclosure, ASK if you may touch the animals inside.

Same as with mammals, you probably won’t be allowed to hold the animal. It’s just a safety thing, nothing personal. Please respect it and the animal.

Do not crowd the employee as they get you an animal. Lots of reptiles are fast and flighty and having you breathing down their neck will do one of a few things; distract them, make them uncomfortable, or get in their way.

Do not scream or jump if a reptile jumps or runs. I know this might be difficult, but try to expect it so it doesn’t startle you. If you react this way you can startle the employee, which may make them make mistakes or become nervous, which leads to more dropping/failure to catch the animal. Especially if they are new.

Do not take things from the top shelf! It’s dangerous, let an employee help you.

Please give your kids ground rules BEFORE taking them into the store. So many kids, every single day, come in and wreck the place or hit things because they had no idea they weren’t supposed to. If your child is old enough, before going into the store give the following rules

1. Do not touch the cages or tanks. (Look but don’t touch)

2. Stay with me/don’t walk away.

3. No running.

4. Put things back.

Will they listen? Maybe not, but you can’t get mad at them for getting excited to see a hamster and hitting the cage to get it’s attention because hey, no one said anything about that and you’re a kid so why would you think twice before doing it?

This is more for you than anyone but if you are STARTING to run out of cat/dog food, write down the brand/type (Or take a picture) and get some before you’re totally out. Many, many people actually forget what brand of food they feed and get frustrated when they can’t remember or I can’t figure it out (It’s a YELLOW bag. It’s chicken? Maybe beef. Small breed.). Having that picture will help you a lot! And employees. Heck, to save you even more trouble, call first and ask if they carry it and if it’s in stock!

If your dog is aggressive with strangers, small animals, or other dogs… Please do not bring them into a pet store.

On that note please do not bring animals to the pet store that would be in danger because of it. Like a bird without a harness, a hamster or mouse without a carrying case, or a baby ball python you got 3 days ago (please… stop).

Guys My Age (1)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2554

Warnings: Lap dancing. ANGST.

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Thanks for the anon who recommended this song. I thank the heavens I found it because it’s so fucking relevant. I can’t seem to write smut without just a tinsy bit of a plot. But here you go.

Permanent tag list: @meganlane84

Part 2

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It’s Hard to Balance | Part iv | Finale

Description: After Natasha confronts Flash about the (backfired) prank, the Reader’s longing for a true family fulfilled. But at lunch time, she’s suddenly faced with a harsh decision that could either ruin her life or improve it.

Words: 3154 (geez)

Notes: Final part! Woo! I cranked out this series so fast lmao. I might write a “year later” chapter or something if you guys want! If you do, just tell me here.

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Flash Thompson, Michelle “MJ” Jones, Ned Leeds.

Ships: Avengers x Superpowered!Reader, Peter Parker x Superpowered!Reader


“Guys, honestly, you don’t have to do this.” You said, nearly having to yell over the engine of the convertible, your voice drowned out by the wind. Tony turned around to face you when you came to a red light, lowering his sunglasses to peer at you over their lenses,”Kid, my dad never took me for joy-rides, and he never talked to the kids that bullied me. I’m just trying to be a better father.”

“Yes, but your dad wasn’t Iron Man!” You exclaimed,”Flash’ll shit his pants once he see’s you guys coming towards him!” You cried from the backseat. You didn’t want to come across as the snobbish rich kid with the cars and nice clothes, as you had conveyed this to them earlier. Regardless, Tony still pulled out his brightest, most expensive car from the garage and drove you here.

“Isn’t that the point?” Nat questioned. She dropped her joking tone when she saw the intense worry on your face, and she turned and glanced at Tony. With a sigh, Tony drove down the street, parking a block before your school,”Fine. I won’t go in.” He turned around again, giving you a pointed look underneath his sunglasses,”You and that Parker boy be good. Now go kick ass, kid.” You gave him a fist bump, thanking him under your breath as you left the car.

Natasha followed suit, and you looked at her narrowly. Knowing you couldn’t sway her to stay behind as easily, you followed her down the street,”You know you don’t have to do this, right?” You looked up at your mentor, her expression set dead forward,”I know.” Natasha replied. She lifted a wad of papers, which would need to be given to the school to change your emergency contact information,”I’m just turning some papers in.” She smirked, her true intentions clear.

“Oh, yeah. Everyone’s already freaking about the whole thing with Tony, and now they’re going to flip because Black Widow is helping me to school.” You looked down at your shoes as you and Nat walked in tandem, not even bothering to wear a disguise to hide her identity. She even had her widow’s bite cuffs on underneath her leather jacket, and probably had some other gear with her too, like her Makarov PM or Glock 26. Knowing she had at least six weapons on her at all times was both a comforting thing and a minor stress to your day-to-day life. Either way, she trained you to be the same, as you could feel the cold metal of two taser disks against your ankle.

Natasha only smirked, red curls flowing down and around her face with every step. She knew your usual route and followed you along the football field. With every step, you felt more heads turn your way. Nat noted how you skirted closer to her upon walking into the grass.”Nat, really—”

“Where is he?” Natasha cut to the chase, stopping your walk and searching the area for the snotty teen that had pranked you. You gently put your hand on her arm,” Nat, please, let’s just go to the office.” Natasha looked back to you, suddenly intensely caring as she put her hand on your shoulder. She leaned in and began to whisper,

“When I brought you into S.H.I.E.L.D 8 years ago after you got your powers, you were just an assignment I had to take care of to impress my boss and make up for everything I did with the Red Room.” She squeezed your shoulder, and your mouth was left agape with her sudden sentiments,”But over time, you became someone I cared about. I promised I would protect you after New York, and I’m still going to. So tell me where he is so I can defend you and protect you, because right now, we’re the only people we have.”

“Nat…” You trailed off. She looked down at you like you were her little sister, the surprise of hearing her say something so sentimental catching you off guard. And what she said what terrifyingly true; she was the only girl you could talk to about anything, the person who—over most of the team, cared about you the most. She trained you, she helped you control your powers, all the while staying and volunteering her hours to keep you safe.

“He’s over there. The snobby one messing with his collar.” You confessed, nodding to your right. Natasha looked to the bleachers, nearly every student on the field looking in your direction. She gestured for you to lead, reminding you of your first missions, where she would crouch down and quiz you about what to do next.

A gun poised in her hand, Natasha ducked below the crate and looked into your terrified eyes with stern, teacherly jade ones,”What do we do now, Y/N?” She asked, reloading her gun. You looked to your enemies, about to torture a girl.”I’ll fight them off,” You decided, looking to the trio of men,”You get her free.”

While you were so focused on the loss of Steve and the others, you forgot that someone was still here for you… even if “here” meant watching you from afar in a lunch lady getup.

When Flash saw you, he stomped off the bleachers, utterly oblivious to Natasha as she stood a few feet behind you,”Well hello there, Y/N. How was your and Penis Parker’s date?” He asked, sneering. You held your ground,”Great.” You smiled at him with a sickly sweet expression,”We went home and watched movies all night.”

He snorted, laughing it off before leaning in to whisper sharply,”You have no idea who you’re dealing with. My father—” Natasha cut him off,”Oh, so this is him.” She said. With each of her own steps forward he took a step back, stuttering incomprehensibly,”You-you’re the Black Wid-widow.” She stopped walking toward him when he bumped into the crowd behind him,”Make’s sense…” She murmured distastefully.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter entered the scene, looking at you for permission before he grabbed your hand. Ned came into step beside him, but promptly dropped his Chem project into the grass.”Is that…?” He trailed off. You and Peter exchanged a giddy glance,”Yeah.”

Natasha leaned in to whisper something into Flash’s ear, and his face darkened dramatically in fear. She glared at him as she pulled away, and you’d never seen someone so genuinely terrified in your life. With a final terrifying glance in his direction, Nat returned to you. Upon seeing Peter there, she looked at him skeptically, like she’d never met him before (although she had, and usually referred to him as “baby spider” in Russian).

“Is this that boy you’re dating?” Nat asked. Peter shook like a leaf for emphasis, extending his hand,”Y-Yeah, I’m Pet-Peter. I work with Mr-Mr. Stark.” He stuttered. Natasha didn’t take his hand, simply giving him a parting glance that implicated a number of things. Natasha began to walk toward the entrance to the school, leaving you to press a kiss to Peter’s cheek and chase after her to get to class on time.

Finding her gone once you entered the building, you suspected she had left to deal with the paperwork she’d been carrying. You left for your locker, finding it easier to open than before as you could finally breathe normally. Inside was, not only all of your books and notes, but a brown lunch bag, with the Black Widow hourglass drawn on the side. You smiled, giddy to talk to Peter at lunch and eat whatever you’d been packed.

Ned had purposely moved over to the Gamer’s club table for the day, gagging at the thought of you spoon feeding Peter today’s soup special for lunch. Michelle decided the same, going to eat outside on the field and read. You sort of felt like you were intruding on Ned and Peter’s friendship, but Peter reassured you it was okay.

“You used to train with him?” Peter asked, incredulous. With a nod, you swallowed your bite of (favorite fruit) and twisted in your seat so you could see his face better,”Yeah! When Nat wasn’t available then it’d either be me and Wanda trying to figure things out on our own, or I would have Steve yelling at me to do another 20.” You laughed together.

“I can imagine it. What was he like as a person?” Peter wondered, stealing a fruit snack from your pile. In response, you took a piece of his food, grinning back triumphantly,”He was what everyone would expect him to be; kind, brave, strong. He’s like an old man, but I nice old man who tells you really interesting facts about when he was younger.”

Peter’s laugh died in his throat, the hair on his skin rising and his eyes narrowing in concern. There was a pair of clicks somewhere far off in the room, only heard by your and Peter’s advanced senses. You both looked to the doors of the cafeteria, the joined, mechanical closing of each door lighting Peter’s neck with tingling.

”The doors locked.” You informed suspiciously. Peter scanned the room, desperately trying to find the source of his spider-sense meltdown,”My spider-sense is going crazy.” He told you. You exchanged a glance,”Where’s your costume?” You asked Peter, just in case something was up.”In my locker.” He said worriedly. You told him the same thing, both now standing to find the danger.

Your answers came with the sudden smash of glass, the resulting screams of the students by the windows echoing around the room. Through the crowd, you couldn’t see what was going on, but every student in the cafeteria simultaneously decided to rush to the doors.”They’re LOCKED!” Someone yelled. You and Peter looked to each other at once, nodding as he bolted to take care of the doors and you to see what was going on.

Three shots rang out into the ceiling, coming from a trio of gunmen. One shouted something, drowned by more screams. As everyone had cleared to get away from them, all crowded against the interior wall of the cafeteria. You were towards the front of the crowd, spreading your arms to keep everyone back. Three more shots were fired, all from the one man that had crashed through the center window on the wall. He hefted a large, home-improved automatic rifle, which each of the men carried.

“SHUT UP!” The order silenced the entirety of the room, and Principal Morita came on the announcement system to inform everyone of the situation. The leading gunmen fired at the speakers, silencing the Principal. His voice still echoed in the halls outside and the rest of the building, a haunting voice telling everyone to escape or remain inside depending on their distance from the cafeteria.

“We’re looking for a Flash Thompson!” Hollered another, and they all began to forcefully rifle through the crowd to find him. Without hesitation some of the students yelled out, saying that Flash was in their presence. He was pulled from the crowd, kicking and screaming, silenced by a gun barrel slammed into his temple. Despite your hatred for him, you knew you had to protect him, chest burning with an innocent’s sobs.

He was shoved to his knees, facing away from the crowd of highschoolers with his back heaving with frightened tears. The lead gunman pulled off his mask, forcing Flash to look up at him by lifting his chin with the barrel of his gun.”Hello, Flash.” He said,”Remember me?”

Peter came up behind you, whispering,”I can’t get the door open.” You couldn’t respond, stare fixed on Flash’s back as you considered what to do. Peter wore the same expression, your shared natural protectiveness of human life on high in the blur of the moment.

“My daughter went to school with you in Elementary…” The gunman started, his graying features hard with revenge.”You bullied her. One of many bullies that did.” The gunman moved his rifle away from Flash’s face, swinging it at his side as he leaned down to face the boy. Flash whimpered involuntarily, causing the man to smile,” She died last year because of you. You’re just another bully I have to kill.”

“Now you’re going to pay for it.” The gunman raised his rifle to Flash’s face, bringing shocked screams of surprise from the students around him. Your breath hitched uncertainly, Peter squeezing your hand in his. Students covered their eyes and turned away, Flash’s pleads for mercy echoing around the room in a mantra of pure terror.

“Bye-bye, bully.” The gunman chimed, before the bullet fired.

There was a breath of shock, the students looking away and waiting for the body to hit the floor, for red to coat the tiles, for the last resounding scream to exit his mouth. The collective exhale of the student body was silent when nothing in response came, and Peter stood there, staring in shock at the scene before him.

“Y’know,” You began, looking at the bullet under the morning sunlight. Flash quivered behind you, his head raised to stare in shock at your profile. Catching the bullet was probably the easiest thing you’d ever done, the worry and the anxiety of letting your secret forgotten in your haste. It felt good to save someone, good to catch that bullet, and the look on the man’s face was utterly priceless.

The bullet hit the floor with a soft twinkle of metal against the tile, the shell crushed under your foot as you rotated to face the gunman. Not Starling, but you, or maybe a strange combination of you and your alter ego. It was your voice that drew everyone’s attention, the voice of the teen they all looked up to, watching you lift tanks on TV and fly overhead when they walked home. You, their role-model, was that dorky kid who sat behind them in biology that just started getting popular. Why hadn’t they seen it before?

You took the end of his rifle, bending it into a creaking “L” as you looked down at your nails without interest,”It’s not very nice to shoot people.”

Now hearing you fully speak, they all recognized you, recognized their hero. There was Iron Man, there was Captain America, but then there was Starling, the teen that told everyone that they could be strong too. Because of she could be a superhero, then maybe everyone else could too. You were right there, standing above them, feeling their memories boil oddly in the back of their minds.

The boy that pushed you in the hall that morning gaped.

(Friend’s Name) shook, realizing she’d pranked a superhero.

Flash, above all, realized that the girl who’s life he ruined had just saved him for certain death.

In the split of that second, where they all realized what they had done to you and what they had put you through, you took the power and forced it outward. It was exhilarating, the feeling of finally getting back at them without actually hurting them. You were Starling. You were Lumin. You, Y/N L/N, were an Avenger.

Tearing him forward by his gun, you kicked him square in the chest. He slammed into the opposite wall, his accomplices beginning to fire at you frantically. It did nothing, only ripping your shirt. You raised your forearms, crossing them in an “X” as you ran at them. Shooting up into the air, you ran along one of the lunch tables, leaping off and landing on the face of one of your attackers. You crushed his gun underneath your shoe, firing a blast from your hand and into the gun of the other. It blew up in his face, and you had successfully taken down the three of them in under a minute.

You hovered in the air, staring back at the crowd tentatively. Sirens screamed in the distance, their volume suddenly overtaken by the uproar of your classmates. Clapping and whistling and cheering your name was all you could hear, and as you landed before them, many rushed forward to embrace you and shake your hand and thank you. Your voice fell over theirs, the elated tears in your eyes steadily falling as you accepted each of their words.

“Is everyone okay?” You called out. The few students by the windows when the attack first occurred spoke up, another informing you that an ambulance arrived. They followed you to the door, where you blasted it open. They all began to flood out, shouting things about “Midtown’s resident hero” and your alter ego. You turned back to the cafeteria, cleared out but for the unconscious men, a smirk on your face.

You landed in the grass after doing a perimeter check, a news team rushing out of nowhere. They had apparently jumped the police tape to get to you, so a bunch of officers were trying to pull them back. That is, after you landed. The microphone was shoved in your face, a dozen questions firing at you all at once.

“Are you the hero that stopped the attack today?”

“How did you stop the attack?”

“Do you attend Midtown Highschool?”

“How long have you had your abilities?”

“Ms. Stark! Is it true that you are the alter ego of Starling?” 

As they fired questions at you, the Iron Man suit landed not far off, right beside Natasha. Tony’s helmet opened, the mechanical suit whirring as he raised his arm to give you a thumbs up. Natasha smiled in congratulations, but both held something in their eyes that reminded you that you couldn’t go back if you did what you were doing.

Turning back to the reporters as the camera turned on you, you found yourself smiling mysteriously, turning your chin up in thought. Taking inspiration from Tony, you faced the reporters, looking each one in the eyes,”The truth is…” You crossed your arms over your chest, mentally asking yourself if you were ready for what was to come. When the answer came with the reminder of your classmate’s cheers and yells of thanks, you answered immediately.

“I am Starling.” You smiled.

The reports crushed together to try and get their microphones in your face, desperately crying for your attention as they all called out to you. But you walked away, over to Tony and Natasha. Tony gave you a teasing look,”You stole my line, kid.” Natasha elbowed him in the side, pride flickering along her expression,”Oh, leave her alone.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, the textone unfamiliar. Taking it out as Nat and Tony left to confront the police, you found the message oddly comforting, it’s messenger’s identity left unknown.

We’re so proud of you, Star - Unknown

You grinned, looking up from your phone to find Peter sprinting at you. He embraced you as soon as he reached you, cupping your face and kissing your worry away. You laughed together, your brow resting against his as the cheers from earlier filled your ears, flooding your mind with pure happiness.

Maybe having your identity out there wasn’t so bad…


My friend and I were blessed with the chance to get GA tickets to see BTS during their wings tour in Newark on Day 2, and I miss you not. When I tell you these boys are in LOVE with the Coco?! 😍😍😍 my phone was only at 60% for me to last the entire concert so I couldn’t get all the receipts that I wanted. But let me tell you.

Namjoon: my man could not stay OUT of my camera whenever he was on my side of the stage on the second stage. I was awkwardly standing right in front of the corner of the stage and my friend was a few feet away and in front of the stage, but he made sure he always stole glances at me, smiled, danced in my camera, or did whatever he had to do to make sure the focus was on him. During wings outro he actually rushed over to my corner before Jin could to sing in my corner. And when the concert was over and they were doing their bows he came back over to me smiling he cheeky smile but his teeth were showing and he pointed at me and was nodding his head (I’m taking this as him saying he liked my blue hair since everyone else around me was short and Asian or white with brown or black hair)

Hobi: When I tell you this man is the epitome of disrespect?! LAWD have mercy I needed holy water after having so many crotch shots of this man!! During cypher he could not stay out of my face with his lip biting and crotch grabbing and smirking. I’m surprised I didn’t faint at this concert. And I knew he was doing it on purpose because each time he would look at me and smirk or wink like, “yeah this is for you.” And keep it moving, during wings outro he came all the way over from the opposite side of the stage to play with my emotions again and snatch my soul from my body. And even when he was standing somewhere else on the stage he would still look over at me and smile and when I yelled “J-Hooooope” idk HOW he heard me but he looked over and gave me the biggest smile and I almost cried.

Jimin: Baby boy isn’t your baby mochi anymore!! They call him sexy MOCHI for a reason. He continued to pop up out of nowhere while I was recording and they were just doing their own thing on the stage. When they were talking and it was silent in the crowd he had his earpiece out and I yelled “Jimin you’re disrespectful!!” And he made a kissy face at me. How did I not die right there? The world may never know.

Jungkook: Mr. International Playboy himself!! He was absolutely in LOVE with my friend and her camera during the concert. During Spring Day she was yelling and screaming his name and he looked up during a part of the choreography and made a kissy face at her and went back to doing the dance. During all of their free movement songs on the second stage he continued to go and get in her camera and be in her face that he might as well have taken her phone and recorded himself for her. During N.O and some of their other songs he actually came and snatched my own soul out of my body while giving me that look too. Lil boy better calm down and eat some animal crackers or something!!

Yoongi: He kept eyeing me during Cypher Pt. 4 and I’m not surprised I got drowned in his water at the end of the song. Only person I would allow to splash water on me.

Sadly Tae and Jin weren’t on our side of the stage much but when they were they showed us love of course, but not as much as the other members

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If you see j hope at the end of this video he looks me dead in my eye while giving me that look. I was the only black girl/the tallest in my area and my hair was blue at the concert

New Beta

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2146

Authors Note: I finally finished the first part, and I think it’s pretty good! I hope you all enjoy it! I want to thank @thelittlestkitsune and @nothisisstiles for encouraging me to make this into a fic, @smutandahalf for helping me with some ideas and proofreading, and @stilinski-jpeg for also giving me advice on how it should be structured, and if it was any good or not! Thank you all so much. I love all of you!

I’ve known Stiles and the pack for about a year and a half now. I first moved to Beacon Hills around the middle of junior year. Stiles and I met in a unique but cute kind of way.


I went to the grocery store for my mom the day after we moved, because she was too lazy to go herself. As I walked around the store I had to get my absolute favorite thing to eat, which was chicken flavored ramen. I found the isle that the ramen is stocked in looking for the specific flavor. There was only one package of chicken flavored ramen left and as I go to reach it my hand touches with someone else’s. I jump slightly looking to my left seeing a boy my age reaching for the same package of ramen. I blush slightly seeing how attractive this guy that’s now in front of me. He’s got this gorgeous soft looking brown hair that spikes up in the front, gorgeous amber eyes, an adorable nose, and his lips that look hella soft and pink. My eyes rake down his body slightly checking him out. I already like this guy since he’s wearing a flannel. Ahh I love flannels. There just so comfortable and warm. I’d wear them all the time if I could. As I’m about to speak I notice the guy grab the package of ramen.

“Wait! You’re really not going to be a gentleman and let the girl have the last package? Especially since it might be her favorite?” I ask with slight hope in my voice. The guy looks at me in shock and his cheeks start to turn pink.

“I-uh-I was gonna ask if you wanted it,” he says as he slowly hands me the package.

“O-Oh. Well thank you, so much,” I stutter slightly taking the package out of the guys hands. Our fingers brush against one another’s slightly as both our cheeks turn a darker pink. He turns around to continue his shopping when I yell out to him.

“Wait!” I run up to him and he turns around looking down at me.

“Um would you maybe, um we could eat this together? I’m new in town and I don’t really know anyone so, I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna watch a movie or hang out and we can eat ramen together?” I ask playing with the package in my fingers.

“Oh! Uh yeah,” the guy holds out his hand for me to shake, “Stiles.”

“Y/N,” I smile at him and shake his hand. I dig through my mom’s purse for a piece of paper and a pen. Finding both I put my first and last name on it along with my number and give it to Stiles.

“Just text me and we’ll figure out when we’ll hang out, but I really have to go. It was nice meeting you Stiles,” I give a little wave before walking to a checkout line.

*Flashback over*

I smile at the memory of meeting Stiles as I look at one of the picture frames in my room. I pick it up gently seeing the picture my mom took of Stiles and myself. It was one of the family barbecues my parents had hosted for my family, and I invited Stiles so I didn’t have to be alone. We were sat at the patio table and because there wasn’t enough seat I had to sit in Stiles lap. Since my mom told me that morning she always shipped us, so when she saw that I was sitting on his lap she wanted a picture of us. As she got the camera ready Stiles wrapped both his arms around my waist as I had wrapped one of my arms around his shoulders and linked my hands together as if we were hugging. I remember loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around my waist and even though we sat like that for maybe an hour, it was the best hour of my life.

I put the picture back down checking my phone to see if Stiles had messaged me. The pack was supposed to meet up for a meeting but I haven’t heard anything yet. There’s been so much going on lately with the dread doctors, Theo and his stupid chimeras that are bugging the fuck out of me. Lydia was stuck in Eichen House and the doctors there are doing who knows what with her. I can tell Stiles is super worried about her, he always has been. I wish that he had that amount of worry towards me, but I’m just his best friend. I sigh as I violently wipe the tears that escaped onto my cheeks. I hate crying, and I hate the fact that Stiles can make me cry so easily. I got a text from Stiles saying that he needed help with the research on the dread doctors. I grab my coat and car keys heading out to my car. I drive over to Stiles’ house letting myself in since the Sheriff absolutely adores me. I head upstairs to his room not seeing Stiles present.

“Stiles?” I ask looking around checking in his bathroom but there’s nobody. “What the hell?”

“Sorry, but it looks like Stiles won’t be joining us,” a girl that I recognized as Tracy mentions as she stalks towards me. I walk back towards Stiles’ door ready to run out of it and as I run towards it she beats me to it slamming it and pushing me up against it. She bares her teeth at me with her hand wrapped around my throat. My heart beats erratically as I try to pry her hand worried she’ll kill me. I feel her take her hands off my throat and I breath out in relief until I feel her claws stab into my side as I gasp for breath looking down at her hand whispering out, “why?” as I fall to the floor holding my wound. Tracy walks out the door leaving me for dead and I look up towards the bed seeing my phone go off and I try to crawl towards it but I wince at the pain in my side increases. I lay on the floor of Stiles’ bedroom staring at the ceiling as a few tears slip from my eyes.

Stiles’ POV

I follow Parrish to a car lot and see him look into a white van seeing the two dead chimeras. He closes the object they’re placed in shutting the van doors before taking off in the van. I tried calling Scott when Theo showed up in his black SUV and he jumped out fast walking over to me.

“Sorry, I got here as fast as I could,” Theo says.

“We gotta go. Now. Parrish has got the bodies,” I say to Theo as I head towards his car.

“Okay, wait up. Stiles wait.”

“Parrish is out and he’s got the bodies. We’ve gotta find Scott and tell him,” I tell him opening the car door.

“Stiles!” Theo yells and I close the car door walking a little bit towards him.

“I don’t think Scott wants to talk to you right now.”

“Yeah, thanks. I’m aware of that,” I start to head back to the door, “It doesn’t matter. He needs to know about this.”

“Stiles,” Theo warns, “Scott doesn’t want to talk to you, but I think your dad does,” he says holding up my school ID.

Theo was walking away from me as I was following telling me, “Your dad was looking for you Stiles. He found me instead.”

“Where is he?” I ask with a little bit of anger and concern in my voice.

“I covered for you. This was taken care of. If Melissa didn’t find it at the hospital. I guess even the son of a cop can make mistakes,” The states as we walk around in a circle.

“Did you hurt him?” I ask.

“I never lied about why I came to Beacon Hills. I’m here for a pack. I came for the werecoyote. The one whose first instinct is to kill, I came for the Banshee, the girl surrounded by death, I came for the dark kitsune, the beta with anger issues, I came for Void Stiles. That’s the pack I want, unfortunately it doesn’t include Scott,” Theo yells at me with anger and determination in his voice. “Your heartbeat is rising, Stiles. It’s not because you’re afraid. Nogitsune is gone, but you’ve still got more blood on your hands than any of us,” Theo says smirking at me.

“I’m about to get more,” I say angrily.

“I’ll tell you where your dad is,” Theo says placing my ID on the hood of the car, “if you promise not to help Scott.”

I punch Theo in the face out of anger. He stumbles back laughing menacingly.

“There he is! That’s Void Stiles,” Theo mentions excitingly, “it felt good, didn’t it?”

I punch him in the face again as I stumble back and Theo falls to the ground. He sits up and spits blood out of his mouth looking up at me, “We won’t tell Scott, because you can’t lose your best friend right? Even though we both know, you never needed him.”

I grunt landing on Theo gripping his coat as he eggs me on, “You hate me now, but you’ll get it eventually. This is the hard part, because you can’t help Scott and save your dad’s life, or maybe even Y/N’s life. You still got time Stiles.”

“Y/N? What did you do to her?!” I yell angrily.

“I didn’t do anything personally. Although, Tracy might have met her at your house. Choose who to save Stiles. You’ve got time.” Theo says and I stand up and start running towards my house dialing Melissa’s number.

“Stiles, I can’t really tal-,” I cut her off with worry in my voice.

“Melissa you gotta go find my dad! He’s hurt and Y/N’s hurt I need to get to my house, but please. Please find him,” I plead to her as a few tears escape my eyes.

“I will Stiles, I will.” Melissa says and hangs up.

I put my phone in my pocket finally getting to my house bursting through the front door. I look everywhere downstairs first before yelling out her name.

“S-Stiles,” I hear her whimper from upstairs.

I run up the stairs into my room finding her bleeding out on my floor. I instantly kneel next to her grabbing her free hand taking my phone back out calling 911. I tell them I need an ambulance at my address immediately and they told me they’re sending one out now. I hang up throwing my phone onto the bed and runs my other hand through her hair.

“You’re going to be okay Y/N. J-Just stay with me okay?” I say to her as she nods weakly. I hear the sirens get closer and I wipe the tears that spilled onto my cheeks.

“D-Don’t cry please…” Y/N says trying to lift her hand, but she’s too weak. I nod leaning down kissing her forehead as I go let the paramedics in telling them she’s upstairs.

They get her on a stretcher and bring her to the ambulance and ask me if I want to ride with her. I nod immediately, getting in, and sitting beside her. I reach for her hand stroking her soft skin with my thumb. We arrive at the hospital in about ten minutes and the doctors told me I need to wait in the waiting room. I was notified that my dad arrived a few minutes before we did, and he was going into surgery. I went up to the registration desk giving the nurse information on my dad.

“Stilinski, right?” The nurse asks me, “you said his insurance was with the county? He’s a deputy?”

“No, he’s the sheriff, he’s the county sheriff. Okay. He’s covered. I mean he should be covered,” I sigh and Melissa comes up behind me telling that nurse that she’ll take care of it. She pulls me to the side to talk to me but my eyes keep gravitating towards Y/N’s room.

“Is-Is she going to be okay?” I ask looking back at her.

“She’s going to be fine. You got there in time before something worse could’ve happened,” she says smiling sadly at me.

“Ca-Can I see her?” I ask with slight hope in my voice.

“Yeah, c’mon.” She brings me to her room letting us be alone and closes the door as she walks out. I slide a chair over to her bedside as she smiles weakly at me.

“Hi,” she says softly and I take her hand into mine smiling at her.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” I ask her.

“Better than before that’s for sure. Thank you Stiles, for saving my life.”

“If I had only known this was gonna happen I would’ve made you come with me,” I sigh bringing her hand to my lips placing a small kiss on them.  

Tom Holland Imagine

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Tom had the great idea to watch a horror movie. You don’t have a problem with horror movies, but starting to watch the movie you realized he might.

“Tom if you are so scared to watch this movie why are we watching it?”Tom sat up trying to act as if he wasn’t so scared.

“I’m not it’s just some parts are too bloody” you laughed.

“Really? You make movies, you know it’s not real” It looked like he just realized you were right. “You are so weird” you turned the tv off.

“I was watching that” Tom yelled out after you as you walked to the kitchen.

“Yeah you were watching it while sitting behind my back”  Tom followed after you with his popcorn.

“Okay so it was a bit scary, but I’m supposed to be the man in this relationship” he wasn’t even finished with his sentence when a deep laugh came from the other room and kept coming in. Harrison was laughing his ass off.

“Really man?” Tom looked from you to him.

“What are you doing here?” Harrison took some popcorn from Tom and cam to your side.

“Y/N told me you were watching a movie so” Tom cut Harrison off

“So you decided to invite yourself?”  you knew this was going to last a while so you stopped them before it went on for hours.

“How about we all watch the movie together. Like the good friends we are.” to a surprise to you they agreed so you finally had a chance to finish the movie. Tom did get a bit scared few times, but rest of the time was still as a rock and gave you a shoulder to hide behind when needed.

Vague Reckoning

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3467

Warnings: Angst to Fluff to Smut. NSFW gifs.

@kazekagegirl​ asked “Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader is hard on herself every time she’s messes up or does something the wrong way, she thinks she has to perfect, she thinks she screws up a lot when in actuality she don’t. Well one day her and Bucky get into it and she becomes emotional and he tells her she is not a screw up, she more than what she gives herself credit for, they argue and he storms off they make up and possibly smut. It’s different but if you can please and thank you.”

A/N: So I finally have time for all the requests! Request away people :) I changed the request a tinsy bit. Hope you don’t mind. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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Btw this is my first class headcanon thing, sooo oops

Class 1-A : Karaoke Night

  • probably instigated by Mina and later agreed on with the rest of the girls
  • most of the buys will be totally down for it
  • Todoroki, Koda, Shoji, and Tokoyami wouldn’t really be as hyped but are still willing to go for fun
  • Bakugou and Jirou would only go because the Bakusqaud dragged them
  • Jirou doesn’t want to go because she self conscious of her singing voice compared to her instrument talent
  • Bakugou doesn’t want to go because he just doesn’t want sing and will blow the machine up if does
  • (he ends up only blowing up one mic, because he chucked it at Mineta’s face)
  • Uraraka and Asui would totally be the first to duet and earn a round of applause
  •  Todoroki would be pressured to sing by Sero and Toru o ‘have fun!’
  • (but honestly they wanted to tease him)
  • Todoroki would be like, ‘I literally only know old japanese songs and Disney songs’
  • Sings Part of your world and everyone is silent until “WHY ARE YOU GOOD AT EVERYTHING????” -most likely Denki
  • Midoriya would probably sing anything All Might related unironically 
  • Sato would yell - sing and it’s not that bad but just a tad loud
  • The waitress and severs have to warn the chefs before the kids order, but pizza and chicken wings isn’t going to cut it
  • Bakugou would totally make someone eat one of his spicy chicken wings and then sing a long ass song
  • just for payback for dragging him here in the first place
  • it’s probably Kirishima, and he sings “In the arms of the angel” with tears down his face
  • (personal hc: but Kirishima can not handle spicy food at all, even though he tries to tough it out)
  • Momo would beg to sing with Jirou and they are amazing, Denki recorded it so they could see it back and Jirou almost deleted because ‘she was off key’
  • I feel like Mina and Denki would sing any song from Kesha, be totally off key but rock it
  • Everyone having to work together to get Bakugou on stage and make him sing
  • would probs take a bride of more chicken wings and never coming back again
    • Bakugou sitting back down and looking at everyone like “What the fuck is your problem???”
    • They all never did go back there
    • mostly because they got kicked out when Aoyama glittered the hallway, Mineta peeving in other rooms, and Bakugou ordering too many spicy chicken wings
    Keith works out, Lance ogles happily, Pidge tries to analyze the nature of their PDA ... she swiftly regrets all the things.

    Some very kind people have sent me some very kind asks and made me feel better about being sick lately — and suddenly, my fingers were doing a thing on the keyboard? This thing, specifically? Just, everyone is so very nice, and I hope you like this silly little one-shot about silly space boys :) (Special shout-out to the anonymous person that called out this idea before I posted! Such amazing psychic powers! :D)


    “But seriously, if my calculations are correct — shut your mouth, Lance, they are always correct — then Keith is initiating fifty two point seven percent of the times you make me want to invent brain bleach.” Pidge pauses to push her glasses up her nose. “Keith, care to offer some insight into this?”

    “No.” Keith resumes lifting weights. Really, discovering the Castle’s weight room was one of the worst things that could have happened to Lance — now his boyfriend split his free time between training simulations and tossing around heavy things/running on treadmills. 

    The Red Paladin had become a gym rat. The Blue Paladin was not surprised.

    Also, Keith didn’t need more muscles, as Lance didn’t need that kind of heart attack. Even if watching those biceps strain was … nice.

    “My boo is just too hot to trot for my banging bod,” Lance says proudly, flexing his own (not quite as big but still very impressive) biceps.

    Keith stops lifting weights so he can face palm. Pidge stares up towards the heavens in supplication.

    “That’s going in my notes as one of the top five worst things you’ve ever said. Maybe top three.” Pidge actually takes out her computer to write it down.

    Keith, with his face still buried in one hand, points with his other and says, “I don’t know if I can kiss that mouth at all today. That was horrifying.”

    “Fifty two point seven percent, querido,” Lance cheerfully reminds him. “Ain’t nobody buying what you’re selling.”

    Keith shoots Pidge a despairing glance. “I mean, was the pining that bad, really? Would it be so terrible to go back to that?”

    Lance has taken a seat directly across from Keith, lifting a set of weights (they were barbells with rocks on either end — Coran had said something about how one could alter the density, thereby making them heavier/lighter, but Lance had immediately gotten distracted by challenging everyone to a weight lifting competition and somehow it ended with Hunk bench-pressing Lance and Pidge, and Shiro trying to throw Keith over their heads? Lance still doesn’t quite understand what happened there).

    “I feel like the reason Keith is macking on me in public more is because he’s kinda into the fact that he can,” Lance explains, grunting a little as he tries to mimic Keith’s moves. “I mean, the pining was so real — he had been staring lingeringly at me from afar for so long, and now it’s like, free pass to grope all the time.” Lance winks at Keith, who is venturing to peek at him from between his fingers. “Because you do. Have a free pass. To grope. Put your hands any —”

    “I know.” Keith lifts his weights with relative ease, a small smile pulling on his lips. “And yeah, Pidge. Maybe that’s part of it.”

    “Part of it?” Lance asks, somewhat breathlessly as he switches arms since his right one was starting to ache from the effort. “Dude. All of it. Your thirstiness is not to be denied.”

    Pidge rolls her eyes, jotting down a few more notes from her perch on the jungle gym (like, with actual vines for swinging and bouncy giant lily pads — Lance could not get over how cool Alteans were). “Believe it or not, I actually came to that conclusion on my own — Keith is now thirty six point four percent more affectionate with everyone, not just you, Lance.”

    “That’s … really sweet,” Lance says, feeling vaguely proud of both himself and Keith. The idea that he’s making Keith more willing to show his love to the rest of their space family … It’s a little humbling, and a lot of awesome. He can feel his cheeks heating up.

    The weights Keith had been lifting are now on the floor as he walks over to Lance, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Lance is grinning at the flash of a still slightly soft tummy (Keith has muscle definition, but there’s a small bit of cushiness around his middle that Lance really loves). Lance stops grinning when Keith suddenly drops into his lap, straddling him on the bench without any warning.

    “You’re forgetting something key, Pidge,” Keith is saying, glancing over his shoulder at the Green Paladin, who is looking annoyed and amused in equal parts.

    “All right, enlighten me.” Pidge grimaces. “With as little trauma as possible, if you please.”

    “I think I’m gonna expire in a minute here, Pidge, mi hermanita querida, would you please spare me the humiliation and not witness this? Keith, whatever it is that you’re thinking —”

    Keith covers his mouth with one hand, and Lance tries to speak past it, yelling his objections into the palm of a fingerless glove.

    “See, notice how he can still talk?” Keith tilts his head in Lance’s direction, speaking with infuriating calm. “It’s a bit of a problem sometimes. But —”

    The hand is gone. Lance is pissed off enough to start shouting, “Hey, you jackass, wail till I —”

    Keith’s lips are on his. His mouth falls open automatically, and Lance sort of loses the thread of … reality. Pidge whips them both in the head with a towel, which is when his wondrous boyfriend pulls away, leaving Lance gaping, licking his lips, and contemplating if he should still be irritated.

    “Efficient, no?” Keith asks, his dark eyes glinting.

    Pidge is glaring at him. “Except for the brain bleach aspect. Which I am going to go work on now. With Hunk’s help, he is one hundred percent behind me on this. There are cameras in here, by the way, not that that’s ever stopped you …” She gets up and walks out, though not before ruffling Lance’s hair and saying, “You’re such a goner, hermano.”

    When she’s gone, and Lance is left with nothing but a smug Red Paladin sitting on his thighs, he huffs, jabbing at Keith’s chest. “So you’re kissing me to shut me up most of the time?”

    “Not most of the time,” Keith admits, his smirk easing back into a smile. “But Pidge would have probably gagged if I told her the main reason.”

    “It’s not the ‘can’t resist my stellar good looks’?” Lance pouts. “That’s a little disappointing.”

    Keith presses a quick kiss to his mouth. He’s flushed from exercise, but Lance swears his cheeks get a little bit darker as he speaks, “It’s because half the time I think I’ve made up this whole stupid thing, okay? We got together at a freaking ball. There was a duel involved. And dancing in fancy suits.” Keith waves his hands around for emphasis before crossing his arms. “And we still argue like … It’s fine, but it feels like before sometimes, so I just … need to make sure it’s not. Like before.”

    Lance follows these words until he understands where they’re leading and then … He’s blushing, and smiling, and pulling Keith in closer. “You … you need to make sure this is real. That you didn’t … dream it. Because … I’m that good of a dream, huh?”

    Keith groans, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder. “Crap. Okay, backtrack, I never said anything, especially not that stupid, sugary pile of —”

    “No, no take backs!” Lance sings. “I … sometimes have the same problem. So, uh, a good chunk of my forty seven point three percent contribution is exactly that.” He smiles up at Keith once the Red Paladin pulls back and sits up straighter in Lance’s lap.

    “Yeah?” Keith leans down, his eyes fluttering shut.

    “Yeah,” Lance whispers against his mouth … which is when a painfully loud alarm goes off, and they are simultaneously soaked in freezing water as sprinklers kick in. Lance shrieks. Keith falls backward off his lap to the now slippery floor.

    “You have rooms. Go get in one!” Pidge yells over the Castle comm.

    “Please!” That sounded like Shiro’s voice, a little distant from the microphone.

    Lance is laughing and shivering, and Keith is back to being mortified, but they adhere to Pidge’s wishes (who knew what she might pull next? Lance wouldn’t put it past her to space them at this point), and take off running. Keith yanks Lance into the gym’s showers.

    “No cameras in here,” Keith says, raising an eyebrow. “And I need a shower anyway.”

    Lance is rendered speechless. He wonders if this counts as part of Keith’s fifty two point seven percent of PDA. He wonders if Pidge is all-knowing. And then there’s a shirt coming off, and warm water pouring from a shower head, Keith kicking off his shoes from inside the cubicle. Lance can’t think as Keith’s hands reach for his shorts … and then pause.

    “Yeah, so you just wait right here — you can take your turn when I’m done.” Keith grins and slams the shower door in his face.

    Lance wonders if there’s a way to flush a toilet on a space castle to turn the water into a frigid torture. He says as much out loud, kicking lightly at the door.

    Keith is laughing, and Lance may or may not adore that sound more than any other in the universe, except for his mom’s affectionate scolding … So, he decides to wait until the Red Paladin is done and then do his best to up his percentage. Forty seven point three percent simply will not do, Lance thinks to himself with a goofy smile.


    Random one-shot after Objects in Motion? I think so :) If y’all wanna read about the ball, duel, and dancing, head over there. Thank you to all the wondrous people who have been so awesome to me! You’re all way too amazing for words, but I hope you guys enjoy these above words as a random “thank you!” :D

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    Andreil prompt! Neil and Andrew celebrating their first win on the same pro team??? (Neil just being so happy and Andrew being happy because Neil is happy!!)

    ahhh! i love this! it may not have turned out as fluffy as you wanted (apparently i’m having trouble producing fluff lately or whatever) but i think it still is pretty funny!

    • so i don’t think the bonus content ever say how long neil and andrew play on separate teams, but for the sake of this let’s just say that they don’t play together for two season
    • initially it’s pretty easy for both neil and andrew to play on separate teams but still live together and see each other only a couple times during the season
    • this means that one of them either owns another apartment closer to their team, or drives an insane distance everyday just to go back to the shared apartment (and tbh the answer is both, andrew owns an apartment closer to his team but decides to stay at the shared apartment if there isn’t a game the next day)

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    BatFam X Reader "New Family" Part 3

    You work for Wayne Industries when you are asked to see Bruce Wayne with your boss Mr. Fox. On your way up to meet wit him, you meet someone else.

    Authors note: This is dedicated to my biggest fan Abdullaah. Thank you for being so supportive.

    Part 1

    Part 2


    You weren’t sure but that creepy feeling that you were being followed wouldn’t go away and it was nagging at your very soul. It felt like having butterflies in your stomach and that anticipation that you are watching a scary movie and you don’t know when that thing that you know is going to jump out on the screen will. Yeah that is how you felt. That gut feeling was never wrong when it came to this. It just wasn’t. So as you stepped out the front doors of Wayne Industries you glanced behind you to see a security guard. Something about him looked familiar… You store this information in the back of your mind and continue on your way home. By the time that you make it two blocks the feeling comes back to you.

    At this time you need to make a decision either evade or lead the shadow. Evading would shake him off your trail, but if this guy had been following you as long as you thought he had then he would just wait for you at home. So the last option was the best bet.

    As you continue the way home, but instead of making a right you take a left. Without back tracking it would now take an extra five minutes home. As you continue down the sidewalk more and more of the stores turn to be abandoned. A closed down Barkery. Unbeknownst to the public this bakery wasn’t closed down or a bakery. This is the place were you lay your trap.

    It was dark and musty. Though the outside wasn’t what you were really interested in it was what was inside that mattered.

    Going around to the back the door was there. Once inside you start looking for Mack.

    “Mack?” You yell. “Its Y/N.”

    “Y/N, what in tar-nation are ye doing here?” said a man with an Irish accent. He is short fat man with patches of white hair all around his head. Wearing a hideous sweater and jeans that are obviously to big for him. Though the ensemble would not be complete without his climbing harness and goggles that look like they might have been part of a steampunk costume.

    “Hey Mack. I just needed to use your security cameras.”

    “Really? Whose after ye?”

    “I don’t know Mack, but can I use them.”

    “Sure they’re in dah closet.”

    “Thanks.” you say as you walk towards the hallway closet.

    The closet obviously must has been a cleaning supplies closet because it still smelled of cleaning product. On wall was the computer and on the other were ten screens. Each one projected a live feed of the inside and the outside of the bakery. As you scan the screens you notice a figure on the rooftop on the building across the street.

    “Yer think that him?”

    You scream and before you know it you have your hands wrapped securely around Macks throat. “God sorry Mack I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”

    “Its not yer fault deary. I forgot before you were a techy you were part of the-”

    “Don’t say their name out loud!”

    Mack raises a bushy white eyebrow and says “If yer say so deary.”

    You smile at his reassuringly and look out a the screen at the figure on the roof. You zoom closer to get a better look. Red mask covers his entire face and it looks like he is wearing a brown jacket.

    “Its one of the Bat’s.” Mack exclaims.

    “One of the bat’s?” You ask.

    “Yes Y/N one of Bat’s.” You look at him blankly. “You know Batman? That is one of his guys. I think he calls himself deh Red Hood.”

    “How original.” You say sarcastically.

    “Has dis guy been following yer?”

    “I think so. I am going to talk to him.”

    “Talk to him?! Why…” Mack cuts off his own sentence and says instead. “If yer goin to talk to him you better watch your back. He ain’t like the others; he kills.”

    “Mack you don’t think that he knows about me do you?”

    “Nah deary, I wiped your past away. Your new identity is secure.”

    You nod as you get out of the chair and leave the Bakery.


    Jason was sure that this was not what Bruce ment when he said ”I want you to become her friend and get her to come onto our side.” by stalking her. He truly didn’t know how to become her friend, she really isolated herself from everyone. He had tried to talk to her and find excuses to see her, but whenever he tried she wouldn’t pay attention.

    “Y/N was one of those who stayed in her own world.” Jason thought to himself.

    He had been hoping to find a way to run into her on her way to work or on her way home and that is why he had been following her… for a week. So it had taken him off guard when she changed her route and had stopped at a closed down bakery.

    Still looking through his binoculars he waits for you to come out.

    Some pressure is felt at the back of his jacket. Jason freezes. He has been made. Your voice confidently whisper next to his ear. “Why are you following me?”

    💛Hello loves !! So I haven’t seen any of these done in awhile (and if it has im rlly sorry ahhh)

    💛I’ve decided to hold a body positive meetup because with summer rolling around, so does a lot of hot weather and showing your body. This meetup is a shame free place zone to be proud of your beautiful bodies !!

    💛When: Sunday, April 30th 10 AM Pacific Standard time to Monday, May 1st 10 AM

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    💛Use the tags: phandom tumblr meetup, phandom meetup, and body posi phandom meetup when posting

    💛What to do: post pictures of your body, complement each other, show that all bodies are beautiful bodies

    💛 Requirements & rules:
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    -Don’t be a dick
    -no NSFW there might be children there
    -no bullying, i will yell at you

    💛 That’s about all, if you have any questions shoot me an ask @sunkissedlester

    [Why I Love] - Chpt. 17

    The Savior  

    Negan x Addison 

    A/N: *I’m thinking of adding titles instead of summaries to my pieces, I just find summaries unnecessary to write* I have a feeling you guys are going to appreciate how the story will turn these next few chapters ;) also sorry not sorry about the cliffhanger, there are more to come hehe. thank you so much for reading, commenting, reblogging and liking it means so so much! I absolutely love hearing your feedback, and I wouldn’t be writing if it wasn’t for you :) stay amazing you beautiful bunch xx 

    Chapter 16 || Masterlist

    (gif by @thewalking-deadimagines)


    “The only man that’s allowed to hold that pretty neck of hers is standing right fucking behind you, and that’s when we are doin’ some real kinky shit…” Negan emphasized his colorful choice of words, then laughed sinisterly under his breath. He grabbed onto the back of Howard’s collar, dropping the tone of his voice. “Don’t make me repeat myself again, asshole…”  

    Howard’s eyes flickered, slowly transforming him from maniac to man - it suddenly dawned on him that if he wanted to live he better listen. He loosened his grasp around my throat, dropping me gently down onto the ground. My ankles could barely hold my weight as my body collapsed back against the tree for support. I gripped onto my neck making sure that it was still attached to my head. My body went back to circulating oxygen normally, and I found myself gasping for precious air. 

    “On your fucking knees” Negan lowered his weapon watching Howard drop to the ground, abiding his command. 

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    Bun in the Oven- Logan Paul Imagine (Part Two)

    Bun in the Oven Part Two-Logan Paul Imagine

    Life was good for you. Six and a half months pregnant, looking as healthy as ever and knowing that you were having not one, but two little baby boys, kept you going each day. You were waking up, to pee of course, at 2 in the morning, when an extremely harsh knock scared you out of your socks. You froze, not knowing who could be at your door at this hour of the night. So, you being as cautious as you were, you grabbed the closest, deadliest object near you. Taking your wine glass to the door you opened the deadbolt lock. You didn’t live in a bad part of town, right on Hollywood avenue but still, living alone always frightened you. Taking a deep breath, you swung the door open. You were extremely shocked. As you looked at some very familiar eyes. Light blue ones, that were now surrounded by a light shade of pink. He was soaked to the bone.
    “Logan?” You barely whispered. He flashed a small white grin.
    “Hey, you- you look amazing. I guess the pregnancy glow is real, huh?” His two hands reached out to your stomach, but you backed away on instinct. A very hurt expression came over Logan’s face. You were still standing in the doorway with a confused look on your face. Trying to figure out what he was doing here was like trying to figure out a quadratic function.
    “Can I come in please? I am freezing out here.” You debated making him stay in the hallway and suffer, but you didn’t. Instead you moved out of the way and let him in.
    “I can put your clothes in the dryer, yeah?” You said as you went to grab some of his extra clothes out of a box.
    About half an hour later, Logan was sitting on your couch uncomfortably.
    “Look, babe- “
    “Don’t call me that.” You snipped.
    “Right, sorry. I came here because I just needed to apologize to you. It’s been eating me alive, what I did to you. I can’t sleep most nights, I worry about you every single day. I needed to tell you that I’m sorry and I want you to come home. With me.”
    “I am home Logan. Besides, you kicked me out. You didn’t want me there. Why would I come back?”
    “Y/N please! I need you!”
    “You need me? You need me?! I’ve needed you for the past 6 months! You weren’t there! I’ve been waddling around for 6 months by myself, supporting myself and not one, but two babies with no help, and you need me?” your voice was bouncing of the walls.
    “Two babies?”
    “Who the hell do you think you are Logan Paul? Some fuckboy who can get whatever and whoever he wants? You think I haven’t seen you hanging around dozens of girls? What the one hookers name? Ayla? Yeah, I know you slept with her.”
    “Don’t talk about Ayla like that! You know what? Those two babies in your stomach wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for me! You better remember that. I tried to let you come back without any issue. But now, now you’ll be hearing from my lawyers” Logan’s finger was in your face and you harshly slapped it down.
    “What? You’re going to sue for custody of two babies you wanted me to abort? The court will love that Logan! Love it!” you laughed in his face, clapping like a seal. Logan grabbed your wrist tightly out of midair and held them tightly at your sides. “Ow, Logan you’re hurting me. Let me go!’’ His strength was overpowering you, and there was nothing you could do but stand there. His alcohol stained breath fanned your face as he said:
    “Do you ever hear about the non-famous parent winning the case? No, you don’t. Because it doesn’t happen! Those babies, will be mine, so you might as well give up now.”
    “Do you ever hear about the dad winning the case?” you shot back, to which he responded by putting your wrists to your chest and shoving you backwards into the wall.
    “Fuck you” he slurred.
    “You already have dipshit!” you yelled as he walked out. You moved from the wall and winced as you held your back and stomach, praying that he wasn’t going to sue you.

    WOOHOO THE HIGHLY AWAITED! Sorry about the late update seriously I feel so bad    fort 3 will be up by tomorrow at noon though  I was thinking for part three skip the court case drama and go into when the kids are like five or so and have one parent see the other out in public with the kids you know give me some thoughts or if you have a better idea let me know and ill give shoutouts and creds and all that yeeee thanks for reading 

    Translation: “Ao no Exorcist” Chapter 91 Translation Summary (SPOILERS!!)

    So here is a rough translation summary of Chapter 91.  This chapter…wow, shit really hit the fan.  It’s been a long time coming, but there’s really no going back now, I think.  Anyway, please forgive any typos or mistakes.  And spoilers, of course.

    Ao no Exorcist 91

    This chapter is entitled “Longevity (or Felicitations) - Late Night to Early Morning” 

    Preparations for the wedding are underway.  Sugaro recites a sutra and then helps his father get ready.  His father comments that it’s been a long time since they had a wedding there and that he would hold onto the day ‘tightly’.  He tells Suguro that he has the appearance of an ‘unsheathed sword’ since he became Lightning’s apprentice.  Sugaro is surprised he knew, but Tatsuma says he learned it from Shima’s son (we see a little graphic of the Shimas going crazy over finding out).  Sugaro starts to bring up something about Shirou Fujimoto, but thinks better of it and says “nevermind”…just at that moment, Yukio comes in and says that the landlady is calling for him.  He starts to say that he’s with his father right now, but then Gouzou says he’ll take over for Sugaro.  Tatsuma thanks Gouzou and Gouzou says after the ceremony is over, he would return back to work and mentions the “matter just now”.  Tatsuma asks him if they were able to capture something after that, but he replies no, and that they are investigating the underground library at the Endo branch HQ but that they haven’t found a way to forcibly summon Karura when it possesses a person.  He says that Karura can adapt to a body, and concludes that they may not be able to exorcise Karura when the time comes.  Tatsuma asks him to continue looking into it.

    Sugaro joins everyone in the main hall and sits down next to Yukio.  Yukio asks him where everyone else is and he replies that he doesn’t know.  Yukio replies that he was told to sit there, and Sugaro says that’s because he is their teacher.  Suddenly Yukio asks Sugaro what he knows about their father and what Lightning is investigating.

    It skips over to Bucharest, Romania, where a man is getting into a car.  He hears “Happy New Year, Dr. Dragresk” just as Lightning punches him in the face.  He knows who Lightning is by his reaction, and Lightning says “I was waiting for you to go to work alone, you’re the type of person who goes to work early on New Year’s…so am I”.  Lightning says he’s connected with the Illuminati.  Dragresk asks him if he’s serious, but Lightning replies “You’re going to keep up that act?”  Dragresk tries to deny it further, asking Lightning how he could be connected to the Illuminati.  Lightning says “if I can figure that mystery out, it’ll be perfect…and anyway, you are very close to the image of the traitor that I had in my mind.”  Lightning continues, “There’s no doubt that a person who keeps killing people for more than ten years would continue such a job.”  Lightning then starts attacking Dragresk, and asks him “Do you know my other popular name?  ‘Head Torturer’…”  Dragresk screams “Stop!!” and then we see that there’s a mark across Dragresk’s neck.  Lightning says “I knew it, it’s just like I thought.”  Then he says “I’m going home, I accomplished my mission”.  Dragresk is stunned that Lightning would do something like that and then stop.  He yells that he will report him to the top brass, and that Lightning is in danger.  Lightning says “Then I’d better hurry, I’ll report you, as well.”

    Back at the wedding, Yukio is explaining that an old man named Misumi died immediately after Lightning came to visit the monastery.  He asks Sugaro if there’s any connection, and Sugaro says he can’t talk about it.  Suddenly Yukio looks normal again and says “I’m sorry for trying to get you to talk against your will.  It’s obvious that you can’t talk about the contents of a secretive investigation at a moment’s notice.”  Just then Rin and the others arrive and the ceremony begins.  We see the wedding and then get to the party afterwards.  Suddenly Sugaro gets a call so he takes it outside while Yukio looks at him suspiciously.  It’s from Lightning, and he wants Sugaro to come back the next morning.

    Suddenly Yukio comes up from behind Sugaro and points a gun at his chin.  He says “Excuse me, please tell me about the birth of my brother and me.”  Sugaro is shocked, and Yukio asks him what he knows and to ‘please’ tell him (the most unsettling part is how polite he’s being here, honestly).  Sugaro thinks “What kind of face is that?” and asks Yukio “Are you going to shoot me…!?”  Yukio looks shocked, then looks a bit crazy.  He says “What am I doing…” and then says “I’m sorry, I made a mistake…it might be the alcohol.  Please forget it” and walks off.  Sugaro grabs him from behind and starts yelling at him (I mean, who wouldn’t?).  Yukio says “I’m sorry” again, but Sugaro isn’t having any of it.  Then Yukio says (with a creepy smile) “I’m your superior, please let me go.”  Sugaro does, but he still looks shocked.  Yukio keeps walking until Renzou stops him and says “You need to cut this out.”  He then tells Yukio to discuss it.  Yukio asks “Discuss…with whom? Sugaro?  You?  My brother?  PUHA HA!”  “Discussing it won’t lead to a resolution.  Because I’m different from everyone.”

    Yukio gets a call from Shura, telling him and the ex-wires to come back immediately, and to turn on the tv.  Renzou asks him what’s going on, and they join everyone watching something on the tv (btw, Rin gives Yukio a very knowing look when he walks in here).  On tv, there’s a cyclops attacking a train station.

    That’s it for this month.

    Frozen In Time (Part 4/?) (Stark/Rogers x reader)

    Part 3

    “Sir, you might wish to stop for a moment.  (Y/N) is approaching and she appears to be quite agitated.”

    “Shiiiiit,” Tony whined to himself, scurrying around the lab as quickly as he could to put away his work. “How long do I have, J?  Can I make a run for it?”

    “I don’t believe so, sir, but it may be wise to stow away the sharp instruments first.”

    “She’s that mad?”

    “Yes, I’m that mad!” you yelled from the doorway, grabbing a random tool from the table next to you and pitching it at him before he could duck away.  “What in the hell were you thinking?!”

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    Defiance - Chapter 1

    Chapter 1-

    Originally posted by ksenoglosja

    I never wanted to be apart of his circle, I never thought I would end up in this place with these people, but here I am.
    Working with The Joker.

    He wanted to rob a large bank and he had all the details planned out except he needed someone on the inside.
    He needed me.

    I knew one of his guards, Aaron, and he had told me that The Joker was looking for someone to help out but he would never ask for help and I knew that’s why Aaron came to me.
    I didn’t go running to him though, I knew that would make me look weak. Instead I taunted him a bit, I showed up at his club frequently and danced for him on many occasions.
    I worked here part time as a bartender in a tight corset, small shorts and heels but on my off nights I would make it a point to get anywhere near his line of eyesight.
    I waited and waited until this night that I had my hands holding the couch behind him and hips grinding down in his.

    “I know what you need.” I whispered in his ear as I rolled my hips harder.

    “Mmm, yes you do doll.” He groaned in reply, his hands snaking up my body.

    “No, I know what you need to finish the job.” I leaned back so I could look at him but I let my hands run down his chest.

    He grabbed my hands and gave me a look that ordered me to stop, “Is that so? Well, what are you waiting for?” His grin starts to appear, “Tell me what I need to finish my own work.”

    “Me.” I don’t hesitate in the answer, “I work there, you need me to cut the access to the silent alarm just before you get there and you need me to open up the safe in the back quickly and effortlessly.” I pull my hands from his grip and bite my bottom lip with a hint of a smile.

    His smile disappears slowly though and I can tell he’s trying to keep his cool because he knows I’m right, he does need me and he hates being in a position where he needs someone.

    “And what are you asking for in return?” He eyes me up and down raises what would be his eyebrows.

    “A percentage, a small percentage and protection after.” I hold my hand out to shake his, not like I really expect him to keep his end of the deal.

    He wraps his arm around my back and pulls me into him, I feel the cold tip of his gun pressed against my stomach. Our eyes meet and he has that smug grin on his face, his eyes gleaming and blue.

    “How about I just let you live to see daylight again?” He whispers closely to my face.

    I nod with a smirk and he’s caught off guard, he inhales as he was about to give a snide remark but instead he pulls me close and kisses me.
    I don’t pull away, instead I press in.
    After trying to win over, Mr. J as he likes to be called, I’ve grown to need his touch at night. His cool hands against my warm skin, his lustful gaze as he watched me dance and the occasional remarks about taking me home I wish so badly he would make a promise on.
    I bite his lower lip and his gun disappears and his hands run against my thighs.

    “Promise me this time?” I speak against his lips and kiss down his neck.

    “Promise you what doll?” He groans as my lips travel down his neck and my hands down to the waist of his jeans.

    “That you’ll take me home tonight.” I hold onto his face as I kiss him, “Make me scream your name.” I grind my hips on his, “Because you’ve been making threats about it and I haven’t slept since. Now, I know you’re not the kind of guy who doesn’t pull through with his threats.” I kiss him softly.

    “Well, well, well…” he breathes out, “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He holds my hips in place and lifts me to my feet, “Frost! Car!” He yells out but keeps his eyes fixed on me.

    He holds his arm out for me to link up with him, I accept. We begin walking into the active part of the club, glances are made and at first I think it might be because of the risqué outfit I have on but then I realize it’s the man leading the way. I glance up at him, his face neutral and a small snarl on his upper lip as we walk out the door. The car door is open and he allows me to go in first as he slides in next to me on the leather seats in the back of a stretch limo.
    He’s on me once the door closes, his hand around my throat, his tongue in my mouth and his fingers pressing on the outside of my shorts.
    I’d let him this time, I’ll let him get comfortable, after all he is a power house so I know I’m going to have to use a different kind of approach with him.
    I run my hands through his hair and press my hips up against his hand and moan in his mouth and I let his tongue rule over mine.
    His taste was distinct, unbreakable and full of lust.
    His hand pressed in the sides of my neck and I moaned a little louder, he pulled his mouth from mine and my eyes opened to meet the dark hazed blue eyes that traveled up and down my body before opening the car door to let me out.

    “This won’t be long baby, come on.” He cackles and walks up to the front of his mansion.

    The house had an old time feel, it was definitely a mansion and I can only wonder what some of the rooms hold. It’s the kind of house you would walk past on Halloween but at any other time of the year you’d be curious to step inside.
    As I met him at the front door I feel the touch of him at my lower back, a faint smile comes on my face but once I enter the house my mouth hangs open a bit.
    It’s lavish, a five start hotel with light colored marble floors, a kitchen to the right and a large dark set of stairs to the left. In front of me was a living room that looks like it’s never been touched, a fire place lit and a large black leather couch in front of it. The decor is something you would find in a home with too much money, things that didn’t always go together but were set out to prove a point.
    I took a few steps inside and got a better look at the pristine white kitchen and a hallway under the stair case, it was dark and I was too consumed by everything else to care right now.

    “Let me show you where you’ll be staying.” The low growl enters my ear.

    Before I move I look at him, my eyebrows raised and my eyes open wide, “Staying?” I put my hand out to his chest to stop him for walking past me.

    Another growl from his throat, deeper, “Yes.” He grabs my wrists and pushes my hand away from his chest, “People saw you walk out with me, usually I wouldn’t care but you’ve got an important job lined up with me and I’m going to need to make sure that the work of art stays valuable.” His head slowly tilts as a grin appears on his face, his capped teeth in full show.

    I let a small sigh out, not wanting to fuel his already lit fire. His hand pressed on my lower back to walk and I do, towards the stairs. They are solid and a dark brown with small gold flecks in the railing, as I look over towards the kitchen I see another hallway on the other side of it, I’m making mental notes of everything here because it’s just far too much to consume at once.
    As we get upstairs it’s a full balcony that hangs over the living room, the house is a very open concept for someone so recluse.
    There are three doors upstairs and he leads me towards the third one that is closest to the kitchen, he opens the door and it’s like a private suite. A large bed with a dark red comforter, an opening to a full bathroom with no doors and a large horizontal window that goes from one end of the wall to the other.

    “But you won’t be staying here tonight doll.” His hand reaches around my waist as he turns me out of the room.

    He palms himself as we walk and my mind flutters with what I could of done with that, but I’ll play along with what he’s used to for now. He walks us back to the door closest to the stairs and opens the door.
    An even bigger bed, easily four people could fit in it, the blankets are tossed about exposing the black sheets with the non-contrasting dark purple comforter. The marble floors follow through the entire house, the lighting is dim and I smirk as the reflection of the mirror on the ceiling catches my eye. The furniture is dark to match the stairs, a long dresser against the wall next to the door and a small nightstand on what I’m guessing is his side of the bed.
    He adds pressure to my back and I walk in, the bathroom has no doors and has just a shower that is about four feet long and probably three feet wide, it has three shower heads coming from the ceiling and I can only imagine why he would need a shower like that, I look past the shower and it’s another door which I assume to be the closet.
    I’m thankful for the moment he let me take in the scenery but I feel his hands getting impatient as he pulls down on my bottoms, I move my hips with him to help get them off.

    “So I’ve made a few broken promises to you huh?” As the bottoms fall to the ground as he walks around me like he’s stalking his prey, I raise my eyebrow at him as he comes back in front of me and I nod, “I’ll make it up to you tonight baby girl.” He purrs and I try to ignore the chill down my spine.

    He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra with ease and I smile, he’s had his practice. His fingers graze my skin as he slides the straps off my shoulders and his hands follow down my chest. He moves his hands to my waist and walks me back to sit on the edge of the bed, he grabs my chin and kisses me, I can feel his caps against my lips and it hurts but feels good, he tastes so good.
    He pushes my shoulders back and I grin at him as he stands between my legs and lifts them both up to his shoulders, he rests them there while he pulls his jeans down just enough.
    I have felt his bugle from dancing on him so I knew what I was getting into, but I also knew this was going to be a lot more than just grinding on him.
    He spits in his hand and runs his hand over his length, the sight alone has me bite my lip. He spreads my legs a little further and spits again and I feel it land on my clit. I close my eye my head is pounding, I’m not used to this and I almost hate that I’m enjoying it.
    He slides his cock between my spread folds, his spit mixing with how wet I am has me grabbing my hair at the top of my head.
    He has his eyes on what he’s doing, watching him rub himself over my clit and back down, he presses his tip inside me and he snarls.
    I give him a look with my eyes wide thinking I did something wrong.

    “You’re tight.” He growls and shoves his cock in me.

    I scream out, my back lifting off the bed, my hands gripping the bed sheets above my head. He holds himself there, his head rolls back and he purrs and his thumb runs circles against my clit.

    “Relax.” His voice is demanding and low as his eyes work up my body till he meets mine.

    I take in a staggered breath and let it out, my back slowly settles and my thighs shake from him on my clit. He notices and moves his hands to my knees as he holds my legs against him. He finally moves and my breathing pick up again, his motions are quick as he slides in and out of me, my body bouncing against his every thrust. I grab onto my breast and massage over them, letting my fingers graze my nipples and he groans, I give him a smile as a loud moan escapes me.

    “That’s it baby girl.” He growls and pushes my legs towards me and slams into me harder and faster.

    The bed shakes beneath me and my moans are screams of pleasure as I feel him press deep inside me, I’m tightening up around him involuntary, my nails are digging into my own thighs as I hold them.
    The room is filled with the smell of sex, lust and power. I can hear him groan, grunt, and give me an occasional snarl.
    My back arches when he does that and he’s drawing me closer to my climax.

    “Fuck!” I cry out, my hand cover my face as I clench around him and come, my stomach spasms with each hit of my orgasm.

    He doesn’t stop, but I feel him throbbing and I know he’s close as each wave hits I tighten around him and he smacks my ass once as he pulls out and lets my legs fall.
    He strokes himself a few times just letting himself spill out on my stomach.
    I let out a laugh, knowing how I would of handled the situation, how I would of handled him.
    Thinking of having The Joker under me, under my heels send a visible chill over my body and I moan once more.

    “There’s more of that baby, whenever you’d like.” He pushes his hands under my back and under my thighs and lifts me up and surprisingly gently puts me down on the other side of the bed.

    The thought of him doing this again definitely doesn’t sound bad and I’m kicking myself for it. He’s good, but I won’t let him get too far without me breaking him.

    “I need to use the bathroom.” I sluggishly pull myself up and put my feet on the floor, my heels are still on and I laugh a bit.

    “There’s a door across from the shower.” He glances over to me as I bend over and take my shoes off.

    The cold marble feels good on my feet and I curl my toes and stretch my back as I stand, I look over at him as I feel his eyes on me but his face is straight. I can’t read him but I’m not really trying.
    I walk past the bed and into the open bathroom, I close the door where the toilet is hidden and go pee.
    I run my hands down my face, not completely realizing what I’m getting myself into.
    The bank thing I was ready for, this though, this living here until then is not what I had planned and I was going to get Aaron for even getting me into this mess.
    I finish and walk out to one of the two sinks and wash my hands, I splash the water on my face trying to get rid of some of the black makeup under my eyes. I grab the rag off the counter and wipe my face.

    “I used the rag on the counter, I hope you don’t mind.” I come walking back in the bedroom and sit back on the edge of the bed.

    I hear him move and I take a deep breath, his arms wrap around my waist and he slowly pulls me back into bed. I oblige and pull the blankets over me and turn my back to him.
    I hate sleeping with men, I hate sleeping period. I swallow hard as I feel his arms wrap around me but I push him back.

    “I, I don’t do this.” I get up and get out of the bed and almost run across the hall naked into the room that’s claimed mine for now.

    I know he’s more than capable of breaking down this door and killing me but I’m not worried about that, I’m not worried about him I hear him growl as he gets up and slams the door but it doesn’t bother me, I have my own demons to worry about.

    The Truth Above Love (Steve Rogers x Reader)

    some completely random fluff type drabble imagine thing based off Tear In My Heart by twenty one pilots


    song; tear in my heart by top

    Other characters featured; sam, if you squint and tilt your head at an 145 degree angle


    Y/N - Your name

    Y/L/N - Your Last Name

    Warnings; language 

    Word count; 828 

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