i think i messed up somewhere

!!! What’s this? lol jk it’s just a small teaser I did recently (oh nooo flashback train tracks!). I’ve been getting messages about the Zen Feels Train again despite it being in the FAQ already askjdhsakd does no one read FAQs anymore ;;-;;

So anyway, I was thinking of updating on April  (bruh work messed up my schedule I forgot there was a major sale during April-May season) and I was thinking of updating per page whenever I finish one && upload it somewhere like tapastic (?) or something similar so I don’t clutter up your dashes. I will still upload sets on tumblr like before but for those who want to view pages as they are completed, the off-tumblr option (tapastic,webtoon,etc idk yet) is always there (…?) what sites would you guys suggest?

Bellarke Fic Hiatus Survival Kit

** equals so much (explicit) smut

tbh all of these have some just some of it is less explicit

@bellxmyblakes @fiercelyclarke @flawlessbanshee @stilinskikissme

Now I’ll be bold, as well as strong by Kacka

Emergency Contacts by  wanheda_two_heda

How to Save a Kingdom by  LaughingSenselessly

How You Stay Alive by  LaughingSenselessly (continuation of How to Save a Kingdom)

I dreamed you a sin (and a lie) by monroeslittle

Falling Skies by NicciCrowe ***

I Know That Fortune Is Waiting to Be Kind by Chash

Slow It Down by monroeslittle

Picking Up What You’re Laying Down by verbaepulchellae**

Meet Me in the Morning by  monroeslittle

Time Enough for Rocking When We’re Old by Chash

Your Mess is Mine by monroeslittle

i think it’s called love by LaughingSenselessly

Winners Don’t Always Get Lucky Breaks by  crystalkei

Keep Your Enemies Closer by PaintedGhostOrchid

Love Will Come Through by monroeslittle

why don’t we go somewhere only we know by bowlingfornerds

when the sun came up, you were looking at me by heartsinsync

In My House on the Hill (there is room for you still) by monroeslittle

I’ll Be Chasing Angels All My Life by grumpybell

Everybody’s Looking For Something by bowlingfornerds

Three Months by virginiasoil

We Could Be by  winterwaters

The One by KatMorningstar

bound by the secrets we share by troubledpancakes

The House Guest by Shippershape

I Make my own Luck by somethingofatrainwreck

ikitai yo, kimi no machi by Chash

Just a Stranger On the Bus by Chash

I Never Did Get Along With Everybody Else by Chash

One of Our Own by globalista

Love is Not a Whisper (or a weakness) by monroeslittle

No Space Lies In Between by prosciutto

It’s Just That It’s Delicate by Chash

We Are Undone by Each Other by tacosandflowers

Straight Up Porn:

this poison comes instruction free by 9crimes

How You Get the Girl by Chash

the prime directive by encroix

In All the Land by Chash

By the End of the Day by BoudicaMuse

Game On by winterwaters

We Can Both Watch X-Files by Chash

one little taste by banshee_in_the_dark

Tastes sweet like sugar by lightyears

Sweet Lips on My Lips by alienor_woods


Recommended Authors:

LaughingSenselessly

monroeslittle

Chash

verbaepulchellae

HawthorneWhisperer

What’s in France

Request: Hello! I have a request, how about reader is in love with newt, but she thinks newt loves leta(when they were in hogwarts)(and newt had been distant) which is why she lost contact with him after he got expelled. Angst!! They meet years later and turns out newt realised he loved reader when he lost her. Pls a happy ending! Im sorry if its too detailed, I’m just really excited about this one. Love u!

Word Count: 2,665

Pairing: Newt x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


Newt twists in his bed, kicking the sheets from his chest and running a hand over his face. The moonlight streaks illuminate the small clock hanging crooked on the room’s wall. 2:53. Groaning, he flips onto his stomach, coming face to face with a picture of you breaking into a shy smile.

The familiar tears prick his eyes as he watches it happen over and over, falling back asleep and into a restless dream of you smiling.


“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It’ll be fun. Come on, we can go to The Three Broomsticks and split a glass of butterbeer like we used to.”

“I have too much studying to do.”

You groan and fall onto the couch next to your friend. “Newt, we haven’t had time to hang out in ages.” You deepen your voice to sound like his. “It’s always ‘I’m studying’ or ‘I have to write notes.’ Why don’t you take one break to go with me?”

Newt tears his eyes from the book in front of him, smile forming on his lips. “I’m busy. I need to pass this next potions exam. We’ll go next month, I promise.”

“Newt.” You whine, drawing out his name until he raises his eyebrows at you in false annoyance.

“Fine. You win.”

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Adrien’s Game 2.5: The Ball’s In Your Court, Nino

If you’ve read my previous posts “The Evolution of Adrien’s Game” and “The A-mew-sing Sequel”, you’ll know that:

A: I’m being forced to rest until my bronchitis is gone, so I can’t sew
B: My creativity is suffering so, therefore, I’m making crack posts
C: I have a warped sense of humor

This one’s gonna be an in-between because “Animan” is where Adrien’s game truly shines!  Unfortunately, he uses it to coach Nino into trying to get a date with Marinette.  Go with what you know, I guess.   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Alternatively titled: Adrien Flirts With Marinette Through His Bestie

  • Can we all just agree that Adrien giving Nino advice on how to score with Marinette is the cutest thing ever?
  • Nino literally tells Adrien this crush came out of nowhere.
  • Adrien’s all “yeah dude, IKR?!”
  • If I were you, I wouldn’t look so smug, Junior.  
  • Phase 1 of Operation: “Clueless Dorks” uh I mean “Give Nino the Confidence to Ask Alya Out Instea–” er…you know what?  We’ll just call it Phase 1.
  • PHASE 1
  • Ask Mari out on a date.
  • No, not me.  YOU.

See how this trainwreck goes below the cut!

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STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

episode 001-004.

  • ‘something’s coming. something hungry for blood.’
  • ‘wait a minute. did you hear that?’
  • ‘we’re in deep shit!’
  • ‘don’t be a pussy!’
  • ‘just twenty more minutes!’
  • 'yeah, she’s turning into a real jerk.’
  • ‘the cause of the power outage is still unknown.’
  • ‘he came home last night, right?’
  • ‘that’s disgusting.’
  • ‘do it, freak!’
  • ‘it’s like you have superpowers or something.’
  • ‘we just made out a couple times.’
  • ‘i’ll climb through your window. she won’t even know i’m there.’
  • ‘mornings are for coffee and contemplation.’
  • ‘he’s not like that. he wouldn’t do that.’
  • ‘the entire east wing will be evacuated within the hour.’
  • ‘she can’t have gone far.’
  • ‘you think you can steal from me, boy?!’
  • ‘this isn’t some lord of the rings book.’
  • ‘do i make myself clear?’
  • ‘is that why you ran away?’
  • ‘you gotta answer a few of my questions first.’
  • ‘all i know is that she’s scared to death.’
  • ‘you think we got a problem here?’
  • ‘we should be helping look for him.’
  • ‘i always had a distaste for science.’
  • ‘i always figured there was enough going on down here, i never needed to look elsewhere.’
  • ‘this is crazy.’
  • ‘smile looks good on you.’
  • ‘we’re not going back.’
  • ‘i know i haven’t been there for you.’
  • ‘i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.’
  • ‘i should’ve been there for him.’
  • ‘this was not your fault.’
  • ‘do you guys hear that?’
  • ‘is that blood?’
  • ‘you’re freaking her out!’
  • ‘this is mental.’
  • ‘she’s probably a psycho.’
  • ‘and tomorrow night, we go back out.’
  • ‘hey, um… i never asked your name.’
  • ‘i can’t eat.’
  • ‘you can’t get like this, okay?’
  • ‘we’ve been waiting six hours.’
  • ‘we’ve been searching all night.’
  • ‘he was scared.’
  • ‘if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. he’ll hide.’
  • ‘he’s good at hiding.’
  • ‘cops are good at finding.’
  • ‘you’re in trouble, aren’t you?’
  • ‘they want to hurt you? the bad people?’
  • ‘just stay here, okay? stay here.’
  • ‘what do you say? are you in or out?’
  • ‘oh god… that’s depressing.’
  • ‘i just wanted to say, you know, um… i’m sorry about everything. everyone’s thinking about you.’
  • ‘he’s a smart kid.’
  • ‘all that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters.’
  • ‘pretty.’
  • ‘just trust me, okay?’
  • ‘i’m so sick of your excuses.’
  • ‘he’s not coming, is he?’
  • ‘you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.’
  • ‘i don’t know where my boy is. he’s gone.’
  • ‘did you see him? last night? on the road?’
  • ‘i’m not mad at you.’
  • ‘is everything okay?’
  • ‘promise.’
  • ‘i need you alive for the next few days, at least.’
  • ‘missing kid, suicide… you must feel like a big city cop again, huh?’
  • ‘are you out of your mind?!’
  • ‘i think she knows what happened to him.’
  • ‘do you know where he is?!’
  • ‘stop it! you’re scaring her!’
  • ‘that boy was never very good at taking care of himself.’
  • ‘why am i just hearing about this?’
  • ‘it’d be super weird if i’m not there…’
  • ‘it’s just a loud noise. it’s okay.’
  • ‘they won’t tell anyone about you. they promise.’
  • ‘we wouldn’t have upset you if we knew you had superpowers.’
  • ‘what is “friend”?’
  • ‘you promised that you’d go.’
  • ‘we’re gonna have a great time.’
  • ‘he just wants to get into your pants…’
  • ‘make sure i don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.’
  • ‘you ever feel cursed?’
  • ‘hey, come back inside.’
  • ‘you are a cliché, you do realise that?’
  • ‘yeah, she’s smart, you douche!’
  • ‘you’re bleeding.’
  • ‘just go ahead and go home, okay?’
  • ‘jesus, you scared me!’
  • ‘i didn’t think it’d be a big deal.’
  • ‘you can talk to me.’
  • ‘nothing happened.’
  • ‘you need to stop this, okay?’
  • ‘people are looking for him and they’re going to find him.’
  • ‘can you just try and get some sleep? can you do that for me?’
  • ‘you seriously think that the weirdo knows where he is?’
  • ‘if there is something out there, i’m gonna shoot it in the eye - and blind it.’
  • ‘use your powers, okay?’
  • ‘if you get hungry, eat his snacks, okay?’
  • ‘i know the kid’s not in there, but i gotta check off this box.’
  • ‘no one breaks in here. certainly not some kid.’
  • ‘who’s in charge here?’
  • ‘science doesn’t make any damn sense to me.’
  • ‘i seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.’
  • ‘he’s in danger.’
  • ‘he’s dead.’
  • ‘i’m a dick.’
  • ‘he must really have something to hide.’
  • ‘yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.’
  • ‘this is called stalking.’
  • ‘that’s the thing about perverts. it’s hard-wired into them. you know, they just can’t help themselves.’
  • ‘maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho.’
  • 'why did they hurt you?’
  • ‘friends tell the truth.’
  • ‘i understand.’
  • ‘tell me what to do.’
  • ‘i think something happened. something terrible.’
  • ‘this is CIA-sanctioned research.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that there’s some grand conspiracy. i’m just saying maybe something happened.’
  • ‘maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn’t have.’
  • ‘hiding.’
  • ‘don’t waste your time with her.’
  • ‘we are not calling the cops!’
  • ‘please tell me it’s not the kid.’
  • ‘you were supposed to help us find him alive.’
  • ‘why did you lie to us?’
  • ‘what is wrong with you?’
  • ‘whoever you found is not my boy.’
  • he was hiding from that thing.’
  • ‘you’ve gotta stop this…’
  • ‘you’re talking about grief.’
  • ‘i swear to you, i know what i saw. and i’m not crazy.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that you’re crazy.’
  • ‘i need you to believe me.’
  • ‘i want you to try and get some sleep, if you can.’
  • ‘can you please stop that?’
  • ‘i thought we were friends, you know? but friends tell each other the truth.’
  • ‘you hurt me.’
  • ‘are you sure you’re gonna be alright here by yourself?’
  • ‘screw his funeral!’
  • ‘yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me? that’s crazy.’
  • ‘i don’t know… i was scared.’
  • ‘my parents are gonna murder me!’
  • ‘this is not an okay time for you to shut down.’
  • ‘maybe he’s haunting us.’
  • ‘he’s out there somewhere. all we have to do is find him.’
  • ‘you look pretty good.’
  • ‘we just talked.’
  • ‘the troopers are on duty and you should be safe because we think this is just an isolated incident.’
  • ‘remember, if anyone sees us, look sad.’
  • ‘do you think you can open it?’
  • ‘abort.’
  • ‘she’s missing and something terrible happened to her. i know it! and no one is listening to me!’
  • ‘just leave me alone!’
  • ‘pull me out! pull me out!’
  • ‘what? who is interested in this? this is so stupid.’
  • ‘mouth-breather.’
  • ‘i think that’s a real messed up thing to do.’
  • ‘grief shows itself in funny ways.’
  • ‘i shouldn’t have come here today.’
  • ‘she’s smart. she’s real smart.’
  • so why are you lying to me, man?’
  • ‘what’s your problem, bud?’
  • ‘stick your nose someplace else.’
  • ‘thanks for ruining the game, dick.’
  • ‘you’re gonna get us both killed!’
  • ‘she’ll find him.’
  • ‘i need you to find him.’
  • ‘hurt him?’
  • ‘i i guess i’d rather observe people than, you know…’
  • ‘jesus, the hell happened?’
  • Winston: So, Lena, when the Slipstream crashed, where and when did it end up?
  • Lena: I think it ended up somewhere in Scotland during WWII.
  • Winston: Uh-oh…
  • Lena: It should be fine, so long as no Scottish Nationalists reverse-engineer it to try to take over the world or something…
  • Mercy: [enters room] Ahh, dinnae git yerself up ta high doe, It dunnae mat'er whear i’ lands s'long’s it don’ do nuffin ‘a th’ future.
  • Lena: Och! It’s 'appenin’, Winston, It’s 'appenin!
  • Winston: Wot 'a bloody 'ell, 'oo cares wot 'a future’s daen, let’s go slitter some tatties in the’ mess.
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Business and Pleasure - Part 16

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,415

Warnings: Swearing, angst


Originally posted by campercooperpugfi


Once you had retreated to the bathroom, Steve heaved a large sigh, sinking into the cushions of the leather couch, covering his face with his hand and squeezing his eyes shut tight. How the hell did this happen? He had thought things were going well. He thought you and Bucky were finally on the same page. At least that’s how it seemed. You seemed so happy in the previous weeks, and now, it was like you were right back at the beginning.

Steve knew that he said he would call Bucky, but he didn’t know if he would even be able to contain his anger. There was a huge part of him that wanted to fly to wherever Bucky was and beat the living shit out of him. Steve didn’t like bullies, even if they happened to also be his friends. He wouldn’t tolerate this. He wouldn’t let Bucky just abandon you. He couldn’t. And if he couldn’t knock some sense into Bucky, well, then he would figure out where to go from there.

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Imagine detective Dean Winchester flirting with you while working on your case.

“I have to see him!” you raised your voice as the policeman refused to let you pass.

“M'am I told you, detective Winchester cannot see you now. He’s busy!” he repeated what he had told you just a few seconds ago and you glared at him.

“I heard you the first time! But I’m telling you I need to see him!” you insisted, trying to push him aside but still glaring at him as he grabbed onto your arm and wouldn’t let you go.

“M'am please don’t make me use force to make you leave. Understand that he is busy!” he was obviously getting annoyed as well but it wasn’t your fault he couldn’t understand.

“I know that very well-” you almost growled “But he’s told me I can come to him anytime I want to see him. And I am not playing here! This is about a case!” you tried pushing past him but he wouldn’t budge.

“Mam!” his voice rose, scaring you for a moment “I told you he cannot see you now, he is busy! And if it is about a case then there are plenty of other officers to talk to!”

“But you don’t understand!” you raised your own voice “Dea- Detective Winchester is the one taking care of it! Please just let me in for even a second and you’ll see for yourself!” you insisted but he wouldn’t have any of it.

“Miss enough!” he shouted, practically pushing you and making you stumble “I told,you cannot see the detective now that-”

“What the hell is going on here?” Dean’s voice clearly laced with anger caught both of yours attention. The policeman’s grip on you loosened for a moment and you found the opportunity to slip from his arms and ran straight to Dean.

Being the damsel in distress was not your thing but this week had been one of the hardest of your life. You had tried putting off going to Dean for your case again but at this point you thought you were almost going crazy, you needed answers and at the same time… his comfort. His arms were like a small heaven to you that you’d found in your darkest times. And at the moment you needed it more than anything. So without even thinking you crashed right into his arms, and he didn’t miss a second to hold you tightly to him.

“Hey!” the policeman protested, angry at you but didn’t do anything to pull you away from Dean’s embrace “Sorry detective, she just wouldn’t stop asking to see you. I told her you were busy but she wouldn’t have any of it.” he said to Dean as he pointed at you, giving you a glare.

But it was nothing compared to the one Dean shot him “And why didn’t you let her in the first time?”

“Wh-what?” he blinked “You were busy, you have been talking with-”

“That’s not a fucking excuse!” Dean roared and you too felt scared for a moment “Let me make it clear for ya Josh, and let everybody else know. Whenever (Y/n)- Miss (Y/l/n) comes asking for me you will let her in, even if I’m talking with the fucking president of the US, got it?”

“Uh ye-yeah- yes sir, got it.” he lowered his head as Dean mumbled a rough ‘Good’ to him.

“Oh and Josh, next time you or anyone decides to use force on her to make her do anything- anything she doesn’t want-” he clenched his jaw, taking a look around him as everyone was practically watching in grave silence, fear written over most of their faces “-I’ll make sure you won’t be allowed to hold a gun not even on Halloween, much less fire you.” he said seriously and for a moment you looked down, feeling guilty for being the reason to all this trouble.

“Come on.” he whispered more softly to you, his hand rubbing the small of your back as you bit your lower lip and walked with him; not daring to look around you. You could feel the stares of everyone on you already, just as you could hear the whispers especially from those assistants that you’d gotten to meet over the couple times you’d been at the police station for your case.

“I’m sorry” you finally breathed out as you got inside his office, pulling away from him and slumping down on a chair.

“Sweetheart-” he sighed, kneeling in front of you and soon cupping your face, making you look him in the eyes “-You don’t get to apologize, alright? Never.”

“I’m just-” you bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to get distracted by how good he looked in that blue button-up shirt with his dark tie loose around his neck. You spotted his long black coat hanging somewhere and for a moment you got carried away thinking how good he looked in that too.

You shook your head, brushing away all of the thoughts as you fidgeted with your hands “I just really needed to see you, that’s all. I didn’t think I- I’d cause such a mess.” you mumbled and he shook his head.

“You’re not causing a mess, you never are, beautiful.” he leaned to kiss your forehead, making a blush creep up your cheeks “It’s better now that they know how to treat you. Come on, relax now. Want something to drink?” he asked, already getting up to get you something.

“Just some coffee if you’ve got.” you said softly and he nodded his head “I drink it-” you started again but he cut you off.

“I know.” he grinned softly “I remember.” he sounded proud “Here” and he handed you a cup, proving you right on what he’d said.

“Hm you really do.” you bit your lip and he grinned.

“I wouldn’t be such a good detective if I wasn’t conservative or didn’t have a good memory.” he shrugged and you hummed in agreement “Especially about things that interest me.” he added softly, sitting right next to you.

Your eyebrows shot up and a small smirk formed on your lips. Not even five minutes with Dean and you were already loosening up and relaxing, forgetting about what troubled you and what occupied not only your day but also night.

“And the way I drink my coffee interests you?” you asked shyly and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“The coffee? No, I’m not interested in the coffee.” he gave you an adorable grin, making you frown for a second.

“But?”

“I’m interested in you.” he said honestly, biting his lip softly and making you thankful that you were sitting because your knees already felt weak.

“Detective-” you started but stopped when you saw a disappointed look take over his face.

“I thought we were clear on this, (Y/n). It’s Dean for you.” he stated softly and you nodded your head with a small smile “But- it’s probably not the time to talk about it. Is it?” he noticed how reserved you were, more so than usual and he frowned deeply.

“Well actually-” you started but pursed your lips, stopping yourself.

“What is it?” he asked in a low voice, protectiveness taking over “Because I’m guessing you’re not here just for my charming smile and pretty eyes.” he chuckled, managing to make you ease up a little bit.

“Well, although that is a good enough reason-” you smiled slightly, not meeting his eyes as you felt your cheeks burn at his mere gaze “It’s not just that, no.”

“Tell me what’s going on?” he asked, tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear as his hand rested on the back of your neck.

“I-” you trembled slightly as you thought about it. Talking with Dean, being in his presence and his arms you felt safe and comfortable. Like it was just the two of you and you didn’t have to worry about anything. But reality was much more cruel.

“I think she’s back Dean.” you admitted, looking up at him with eyes laced with tears and fear, shock written over his face as well soon turning into anger and defense.

“And she’s coming for me.”

So I said I was going to do this when I reached 500 but got lazy and now I’m at 600 so here it is!! These are the wonderful fandom blogs that make my dash a great place (mutuals are bolded)

A-C

@adoringjensen @autumnwhisp @babybluecas @benevolentsam @bobbysidjit @bonitobucky @buckybarrnes @cabinboyjackles @calliopecookiejar @casisanidjit @casitels @caslikescoffeeandfreckles @casownsmyass

D-H

@dailymisha @deanismysavior @dicksp8jr @doofcas @dreamilyjensen @edgyboyking @envydean @featherlesscas @fuckspnwriters @gabrieltrash @galaxystiel @hallowedbecastiel @halosammy @heavensendcas @hid-dle-ston @holydean

I-R

@inlovewithatrenchcoat @ishipit24 @itsjustsubtext @itsokaysammy @jarmishjen @johnnwinchester @kissesfordean @lucillesharpie @magneticcas b>@marksofcain @mishasboyfriend @moaningmish @octomoosey @plaidpadalecki @profound-boning @punkascas @redeemcas @righteousman @rosie-berber

S-W

@sassydean @snuggydestiel @stardustcas @stardustsam @starlightmish @strengthcas @sugarcookiedean @suliistya @sunshine-hunters @teamfrwill @themishreach @unfortunatecas @vintagesam @wonderlustcas

Stay With Me

Part 1 (It’s not really that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on); Part 2; Part 3


Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff

Word count: 1,943

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

“I will show you something better,” he said.  It still amazed you how quickly his personality could change, one minute he was standing there ready to kill and the next he was already guiding you through the crowds of people downstairs with a smile on his face. Everyone’s eyes were on you and you couldn’t help but look around if Jimin was still present. He was nowhere to be seen though.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re just jealous,” Jongdae spoke once you two were outside.

“Of what?”

“You of course,” he said opening the car’s door for you. “I don’t blame them, I’m not sure I have seen anything prettier either,” he continued once you were inside. “I will be right back.”

For once you were actually happy he left you as you couldn’t control your blushing whenever he started flirting. “Geez,” you thought and turned in your seat to see what he was doing. He was talking to a group of men, eleven besides him, you only knew Suho and Sehun though. They seemed to be arguing and you couldn’t help but think that it was because you screwed up. Damn those windows, you can’t hear anything. You reached down to open one of them slightly when Jongdae looked at you and you had no choice but to get back to your seat.  

“Is everything okay?” you asked him as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I don’t know. You seem kind of angry.”

“Let’s just say not everything worked out in my favour,” he said starting the engine and driving out. “I’m glad you’re safe,” he smiled and put his hand on your thigh. You looked at him and then back at his hand and just gently lifted it up and put it on his lap.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, when you noticed you passed the turn you have taken before.

“Where are we going?”

“I thought I told you I will show you something better,” but you just tensed up at his words. What does he mean better? He seemed to notice that.

“Relax. We’re going to my place,” but that didn’t calm you down at all. His place? What is he planning to do there?

“You’re place? I thought you-“

“Were living there? No way! With all these men around and barely no women? It’s more like a dorm,” he laughed as he pulled up into a fancy looking apartment complex. He got out and opened the door for you but you were reluctant to get out.

“Are you seriously thinking I will do something to you? You do realize that if I wanted I already had plenty of opportunities to do that.”

He was right. You were kind of embarrassed for even thinking about it. You took his hand and walked inside.

“Which floor?” you asked once you were in the elevator.

“The very top.”

The penthouse, of course.

“I need you to close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” he said and you complied. When you reached the door he guided you around and after a few minutes you felt the wind on your skin. You took it as a sign and slowly opened your eyes. The view in front of you was beautiful to say the least. You grabbed onto the balcony’s railing. You couldn’t believe it, you could actually see almost the whole city from here. It looked lovely as the lights began popping up as the night took over.

“I told you it’s better.”

“It is,” you chuckled. After a moment of silence you decided to ask him the question that’s been bugging you.

“So what happened today?”

“Where do I start? I guess there is no point in lying to you as you already know about my work, more or less. To put it simply we needed to make a deal but these guys are so stubborn as it is but if Jimin is around, it’s practically impossible to talk to them, so that’s why I asked you to distract him. It was going pretty well until Suho told me he took you somewhere private,” you decided not to tell him that it was actually your idea. “And well you know what happened next. I really messed up, I think I just made our bad relationship with them even worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You see it’s not only them, there are plenty of other gangs out there and the tension between us all has been high way before this and,” he stopped mid sentence. “Are you cold?” he asked taking his jacket off and putting it on your shoulders. “Well it’s night already after all but I always think the view is worth the cold,” he laughed.

You looked down at the city, you never thought you would see something like this. Jongdae took your hand and dragged you away from the railing.

“Come, I will warm you up,” he said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the balcony and pulled you too his lap. You had no idea where to put your hands, this whole position was pretty awkward but you couldn’t help but smile.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t know why but being under stars with you like this really calms me down,” you stated and then realized you just said that out loud. He just chuckled and pulled you in closer his face just inches away, his warm breath on your skin. You closed your eyes not knowing what he was planning but opened them just as quickly when you felt him pull away.

“I don’t want to push you. It feels kind of wrong when I’m the only one who wants it,” he said standing up and picking you up. You covered your face with your hands, you could feel your cheeks burning. Were you actually expecting something? When you looked up at him again he was already going up the stairs.

“I see you don’t mind me carrying you anymore, so that’s a start,” he laughed as he pushed one of the doors open with his legs. He sat you down on the bed.

“This is going to be your room. Mine is next door, so if you need anything feel free to come in,” he said as he turned to go.

“Jongdae wait!” Great. You stopped him. Now what? You actually had no idea what to say, you just didn’t want him to leave just yet. You had to come up with something quickly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said leaning on the door frame.

“What did you want to say to me back then in the morning?”

He seemed surprised by your question which only increased your suspicion that he’s hiding something.

“I don’t remember,  it was probably nothing important.”

“I see… “ you decided not to bother him now and wait for another opportunity. “Can I ask you for one more thing? Can you leave the door slightly open?”

“Scared?” he laughed.

“No, I just can somehow feel the freedom that way, knowing I’m not locked up,” he looked at you concerned. “I’m sorry I was the one who made you feel that way. Sleep well,” he smiled before exiting. You quickly changed and got into bed. You took the pendant Jongdae gave you off and put it safely on the night stand. You tried to rethink everything that happened today but sleep soon took over.

▲▼▲▼▲

You were kneeling on the floor, it’s coldness seeping through your skin. You heard one of them say “Scare them a little”. You could feel the metal press up against the back of your head. You squeezed her hand, trying to control your tears and told her that you love her. You looked up and saw your mother crying saying that everything is going to be alright, your father frightened by the sight couldn’t utter a single word out. You heard the safety click. It seemed like the time stopped at this moment. You closed your eyes. 

This is it. 

The loud sound after the trigger was pulled seemed to resonate around the room. 

It’s over.

▲▼▲▼▲

You woke up in cold sweat. A dream? You haven’t thought about it in a long time, maybe today’s events triggered it. You touched your face, you were crying. You wiped the tears away and rolled to the other side. The door was still slightly open, just as you asked. You tried going back to sleep but it was impossible after that. You sat up, thinking that this is the stupidest idea you came up with in years but he did say to come in if you needed anything. You slipped out of your bed and headed to the door. The apartment was dead silent. You quietly opened the door to his room and peaked inside. By the way his chest was rising you realized that he’s in deep slumber. You stood there in the doorway for a few minutes, feeling kind of guilty to wake him up. You slowly approached him and gently touched his hand that was poking out of the covers.

“Jongdae,” you whispered when suddenly his strong arms grabbed you and slammed you into the bed. He got on top of you his hands wrapping around your neck. You tried prying them off.

“Jongdae! It’s me!” you cried out. That seemed to snap him out of it.

“Y/N! Baby! I’m… I’m sorry… My reflexes kicked in… I thought I was being attacked… I-“ he said letting go of you.

“Why are you here? Did something happen?” he continued. “Were you crying?” he asked. You were surprised he could actually see your face in this darkness.

“Can you get off of me first?” he quickly rolled over to your side and looked at you with concern, waiting for your answer. Still surprised by his sudden outburst and making a mental note in your head to never try this again, you thought for a few seconds what you should tell him.

“I want to sleep with you.” his eyes widened at your statement as you quickly realized what you just blurted out.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you softly punched him in the chest. “I meant, can I sleep in your bed?”

“What? Afraid of the darkness?” he laughed but you didn’t say anything.

“I’m just teasing you! Of course you can sleep here.” he said pulling you closer under the covers. Any other time you would have pushed him off but you needed somebody to hold you. This was too close though, your heart was about to burst out from beating this fast. You tried to move a little bit farther away but his grip was strong and you had to give up. You slowly put your head on his chest, his heartbeat was steady and you had to admit that just like before his presence calmed you down. You just lay there for at least half an hour. It seemed surreal that only a few months ago you would have rather died than stayed with him, yet look where this got you. Thinking that he has fallen asleep again you reached down for his hand and took it in yours.

“Thank you.” you whispered, after all if it wasn’t for him you would have never gotten out of the hell hole that was your parent’s home. You felt his lips curve up against your forehead. That sneaky bastard, pretending to be asleep, this is going to be so embarrassing in the morning. He intertwined your fingers with his.

“Stay with me, like this, forever.”


~ Part 5 ~

A/N: If Jongdae isn’t an actually sunshine then idk the Earth isn’t round 😂 I actually planned out the story and will probably finish it in the next 3-4 parts~

First time I met Brendon, he was in a dressing room, and he was throwing a tray full of fruit into a shower. And I kind of stood there staring  at him for a minute, I was like, what is this little kid doing right now- he was so, so just like, intent on throwing all the fruit in the shower and smashing it. So I just asked him, I was like, ‘What are you doing right now?’ And he’s like, 'Well I wanted to throw the fruit somewhere, but I didn’t wanna make it a mess for whoever has to clean it up.’ So he was both being punk rock and very respectful, all at the same time.
—  Zack Hall, on his first time meeting Brendon Urie

thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

Newt has a big crush on Graves pass it on

Newton Artemis Fido Scamander most certainly did not have a crush on one Percival Graves, the Director of Magical Security - until he did, that is.

Newt hadn’t had a crush on anyone for years, in fact, until a good three months after the Grindelwald incident. A good three months after they found Graves. Newt had been brought in to consult on a trafficking ring that broke out during the chaos of cleaning up Grindelwald’s mess and MACUSA had instantly asked for his return. He had come back, knowing he’d probably end up meeting the man behind the face that Grindelwald had stolen -

Only to find out he was on sick leave, re-cooperating from the trauma of being held prisoner. What trauma specifically, be it psychological or physically, no one could say. Nor could they say how long he’d be gone.

So imagine Newt’s surprise when he’s knee deep in a raid - spells flying, creatures howling from their cages and panicking, lashing out through the bars and suddenly, he appears. He spots Graves entering the chamber from across the chaos and for a heart stopping second, Newt can’t move. His face is so familiar, and every moment he blinks, he can see Grindelwald’s exasperated expression as he sentenced him to death. But every time he opens his eyes, he see Percival Graves. And while the face is the same, nothing else is.

Grindelwald had moved like a peacock, strutting his power and the richness of Graves’ body like a man flaunting a pricey car. Graves moved like a panther; smooth, steadfast, assured of his capabilities but also cautious enough to know that didn’t ensure a painless fight. His eyes were deep and focused. He scanned the chaos at hand with a sheer, calm calculation that set Newt at ease. 

And when he announced his entrance finally to the group at large, it was not flashy or wasteful. He bound and gagged three criminals before the rest even realized he was attacking them at all. 

He attacked not just for himself, but for his flock. He cast spells that assisted those aurors that were struggling the most first - the outnumbered or exhausted or wounded. And once assured of their safety, then moved onto the rest. He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t try to eliminate everyone on his own, although Newt had a small inkling that he could. Instead, he worked with his aurors. He attacked just as much as he defended, moving slow and precisely. It wasn’t a race, after all. The safety of his team was most important.

And so while it was a sluggish fight, it was predominantly a success, with minimal injuries occurring after the fact.

“Well done,” he said, his voice rough like whiskey and warming Newt’s chest just the same. Newt watched as he clapped a strong hand onto Abernathy’s shoulder and squeezed, encouraging, before turning to the room at large. “Everyone, begin transporting these men to headquarters. We’ve a long night of paperwork ahead of us.”

“Yes!”

“Of course, sir!”

“Right away!”

And then Graves turned to look at him.

Mr. Scamander, yes? I was informed you were assisting with this case. Are you alright?” Graves asked, approaching him all the while, and Newt couldn’t help but feel pinned beneath the wolfish focus of those eyes. He swallowed, about the speak, when Graves’ gaze slid suddenly over Newt’s shoulder. 

He received no more notice than that. Suddenly, Graves was in front of him, shoving him aside. Newt stumbled into a nearby table, off balance, then whirled to take in what had set Graves off. 

A nundu stood where Newt had once stood, blood on it’s claws. Were it not for the cruel muzzle the criminals had placed upon the creature’s snout, Graves would probably have been struck dead by the creature’s poisons. Newt, too. 

Graves had managed to back away somewhat, but Newt could see where the nundu had struck him - sleeve torn and muddled red at the forearm. Graves had both his hands out, both making him seem large while also giving the nundu sight of both his hands and what they were doing. 

Newt rose to his feet quickly, mouth open to direct Graves, when the man then turned his open palms to him and shook his head - shushing him with his eyes. It was then he realized the man must have already warned back his aurors, too, because they were frozen in a semi-ring around him, wands drawn but frozen as they watched.

The nundu was growling, it’s huge throat swollen in angry and its thorny mane bristling. Newt felt his heart constrict, torn between directing Graves regardless of the man’s request for silence and telling him not to harm the nundu.

But neither predator attacked, nor seemed to attend to - both just staring each other down. It was then, Newt realized, that Graves was gently easing a wandless spell through the air between them. It sunk into the creature gradually, easing it into a calm stupor incrementally instead of all at once lest the spell panic the beast. Newt watched, wide-eyed, as the director calmly eased the creature to the ground - falling into a kneel in time with the moment that the creature laid down, keeping eye contact until it was finally fully slack, eyes closed, restful and at peace. 

“Sir, that was amazing,” one of the aurors whispered, awed. 

“Yes it was,” Newt whispered.

Graves leaned forward, hands searching out the crevices of the muzzle, frowning as though displeased as Newt approached. The man looked up at him once before leaning back on his haunches and turning his attention back to the beast.

“My apologies, Mr. Scamander. I am well aware of your expertise, but I did not think warning you would give you enough time to react - I hope I did not hurt you.”

“N-no, I’m quite alright. You… Thank you for not harming him. Another man might have killed him without another thought if they were staring down a nundu.”

“It’s not the creature’s fault he’s here. A spell must have shattered the door to his cage. Spooked him. We got too close and he was acting on instinct. He didn’t advance any further after the initial swipe - he didn’t want to hurt anyone,” Graves said, eyes on the creature as he spoke. “Can hardly fault him for trying to protect himself. Far from home, surrounded by hostile people and then exposed to the fight that just happened. And then he was muzzled. I don’t strike a man if I have a knife and he doesn’t. Goes the same for creatures. Just doesn’t seem right.”

Newt blinked, stock-still in the face of the last words he had expected to hear.

“I wish we could loosen this,” Graves said, fingers trailing over the places where the muzzle bit cruelly into the creature’s jaws, “But until he’s somewhere more managable, I don’t think that’s an option - for all of our sake’s, his included. I apologize though, Mr. Scamander. I know you’re likely not comfortable with that.”

Newt jerked, shook himself of his daze and said, “N-No, not at all. You’re right, it’s best for all of us, the nundu included, until I can get him somewhere safe.”

And when Graves rose to his feet, they were suddenly so close. Newt felt his breath hitch. He watched as Graves ran a hand over his wound, sewing the ragged mess shut, before looking ever so slightly up to look at Newt.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mr. Scamander?” Graves asked. “You look a little shell shocked.”

Newt nodded quickly, too quickly to be smooth.

“Good. We should start noting and moving these creatures somewhere safe, then. I’d be happy to lend you a hand, if you need the assistance,” Graves said, clapping Newt on the back as he had done the aurors. “The faster we get them somewhere more like home, the better - right?”

And when Graves smiled at him, Newt felt his breath catch in his lungs. Oh no, he thought. He’s perfect.

A-Z NSFW: Xiumin

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

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A = Aftercare 
Xiu’s a very neat guy, he has a freaking tiny vacuum for his bed, c’mon. He doesn’t like mess, so he’s pretty keen on quickly wiping you down with a warm rag or dragging you to the shower and stripping the bed sheets. He works out like crazy, so he knows the importance of taking care of yourself, so he takes great care with making sure you’re not hurt, hydrated, clean, and even is pretty into giving you a tiny massage with sweet smelling lotion. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Obviously Xiu’s pretty proud of his abs and muscles, they really come in handy when he’s in the mood and you don’t really have a surface to do it on…On the flip side, he gets really sappy, he loves your eyes. He may have the muscles in the relationship, but you have the power to render him a mush of compliance with just a glance at him, use your power well.

C = Cum 
Again, Xiumin’s pretty clean, especially his bed, he doesn’t like making a mess so I imagine he almost always cums on like your tummy or thighs, somewhere that’s easy to clean up and isn’t going to make a mess on his bed.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
He hasn’t brought it up yet, and honestly he’s surprised you haven’t noticed. but he lowhighkey likes his hair pulled. He’s been thinking of a way to bring that to light…

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s the oldest, and I don’t buy into his whole cute and innocent act when he turns around and gets on stage and does that shit. Xiumin certainly knows what to do, there’s no doubt about that.

F = Favorite position
He gives me the ‘from behind’ kind of vibe. He can easily reach any part of your body, curl his fingers in your hair, hold you still or pull you back to meet his thrusts easily. Plus wall sex is 10x easier from behind, no one needs to accidentally be dropped.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Xiu’s like a secret goof. He puts on this act, then Baekhyun tries to touch him and it all falls apart lmao. I can see it starting out serious, and then someone can’t get their sock off and it all falling apart and you’re a mess of giggles.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
That boys titties are always out, so thankfully I get a good shot of his tummy. I think he grooms occasionally. He’s, again, a clean dude, and sometimes there’s a happy trail and sometimes not, so I don’t think he keeps up with trimming day to day, but he does keep it neat.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I think Xiumin would be one of the best boyfriends from EXO, I think he’s really into taking care of you and showing as well as telling how much he cares for you, so I’m positive it travels into the bedroom. I think the showy part of his romance is more for your non-sexual relationship, and the talking is for the sexual part of your relationship. He’s a talker in the bedroom, he’s got his face hidden in your neck, and panting sweet nothings against your skin all the way through sex.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Once again, he’s a really clean guy. I don’t think he jerks off much, because of the mess. The only place Xiu does it, is in the bathroom, in the shower. That way there’s not mess to clean up and he can just relax afterwards.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He really likes hearing you. Xiumin loves hearing you breathless, whining for his tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything, he’ll give you, you just need to say it and he’ll comply. He’s more on the dominant side of actions in the bedroom, but he loves you whimpering for him and telling him what you want him to do to you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Bathtub is a prime location, nice lock, warm bath, some bath bombs, and no clean up. Plus you’re all soft and smooth and smell good afterwards too. Just the bed is a close second, but Xiu really likes the bath.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Back to the Kink, he loves you begging for him. Even if it’s just you and the boys out for dinner, and you start tugging on his arm and whining that you’re tired and want to go back to the dorm, he’s already scheming his way to make sure the boys stay gone long enough he can have you a tired mushy mess in bed again. Something about your voice whining for him, just really gets him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Xiu’s kind of shy and a bit insecure(although I think he’s a lot more confident in himself now yay), he can’t even fathom the idea of someone trying to take you away from him, threesomes or some voyeur stuff is 100% off the table.  

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Xiumin? Aka the king of singing? And rapping? And basically anything a human can possibly do? He may not talk much, but that’s cuz his tongue is busy doing something else….69 is more his speed though, he likes pleasure between you two to be matched.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Xiumin’s normally a mix, he’s kind of on the slower side, not really slow but he’s not quick, not particularly rough, but hard.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
A few times quickies happen, they’re usually in the morning when you’ve woken up and Xiu has like a half hour to get his ass moving and dressed and to his schedule. Quickies are just morning sex, to be honest. He’s not against them, plus he knows when he gets home later at night you’ll have more proper sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s the oldest, so I don’t really think he cares about getting caught doing anything in the dorm. Outside the dorm is off limits, public sex isn’t a go. But as for anything you can do inside the house, he’s open to discussing and trying if it sounds fun or actually pleasurable. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He’s pretty big on foreplay to make up for how ‘normal’ sex is with him? Like sex with his is pretty average, the sex itself spans about 10 minutes, and two rounds in a row is a stretch for him. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Xiumin is tip toeing on the line of being a full blown dom, and the boys know better than to touch Xiumin’s stuff so he’s not worried about anyone seeing his secret stash. He’s got various handcuffs and silk clothes to tie your hands together or to the bed, and a few vibrators for foreplay.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
I feel like Xiumin is more impatient than the others, so teasing you is more like teasing him, and he’s not here for it. He’s big on foreplay, but full blown teasing, he normally passes on that stepped.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Xiumin’s pretty quiet, but that’s just because he’s sort of shy. In the bedroom, with you, he’s in his element. He doesn’t hold back, and the mofo is a goddamn gifted singer and rapper, he’s got a voice. He’s pretty loud, to be honest, groan and moans and he’s very vocal, I feel bad for any members that are near, no one needs to hear that.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Shower sex isn’t safe, kids, you and Xiu learned that the hard way. One day of work for you, and an intense schedule for Xiu, you were both in the mood but no one had the strength to go through stripping the bed afterwards, so shower sex was proposed. Long story short, a bar of soap was knocked off the shelf, someone slipped, and a trip to the ER was needed. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Nana’s bias lmaoNana…this was a 20 minute convo for her to just give me an answer…According to my ‘dick master’ grandma, Xiumin’s dick is a bit on the shorter side, but he’s ‘thick like a one of those good big German sausages’. I hate my grandma 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Xiumin’s climbing in the years, so I think his hormones have certainly settled down, so he’s not just a horny teenage boy anymore. I think his sex drive is pretty stable, few times a week you two have sex, or if he knows he’s going away for a while he tries to squeeze in a few extra rounds to make up for the time you’ll lose. But besides that, he’s a pretty average sex drive man.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After the work he puts in with you, Xiu’s exhausted and ready for a tap out nap. I don’t think he falls asleep quickly, but he’s flopped down, demanding cuddles, and settling down for sleep.

anonymous asked:

what do you think your favorite red vs blue character and your favorite undertale character would look like combined?

OHHOHHH DUDE I always wanted to make a little RVB/UT crossover I had a list somewhere where I was comparing characters… SABBY WHERE ARE YOU?! I mean I answered an ask a while ago that involved UT and RVB BUT AHH you mean like Steven Universe Fusion Style?! Oh man that’s gonna be messed up! But here goes nothing: 

I present you… Mettarge?!?! SHOTGUNS EVERYWHERE BABY!!!

I hope Sarge is happy to finally fuse with a robot XD OMG a ghost robot, Church and Mettaton have more in common than we think. 

And YES Sarge is my favorite, it’s super tight between him and Simmons but really, I love all the red and blues, like Doc once said, 

LET’S ALL BE PURPLE <3 or I’m probably just paraphrasing hmmm

BTS Reaction - They not your bias

I kinda wanted an excuse to use cute gifs of them

{not requested}


Jin:

You were at the dorms to hang out with the other boys and they were curious about how you became an army.

“Who was your bias, Y/n?”

“Actually Suga was my bias…”

*wants to mess with Suga but doesn’t want to disturb his sleep*

“Ah, I’ll get him next time.”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Suga:

You and Suga were watching their new MV together and you started fangirling over J-Hope.

“J-HHHOOOOPPEEE!!!”

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

J-Hope:

*is not super happy that Jimin is your bias and not him and messes with Jimin more*

jm: “I’m not trying to steal your girlfriend, calm down.”

Originally posted by jiminsassbutt

Rap Monster:

*doesn’t really care that Jin is your bias because who doesn’t like Jin*

“He is worldwide handsome.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Jimin:

*anytime Taehyung is near you he picks him up takes him into another room*

“Oh, Tae I think you’re needed somewhere else.”

Originally posted by shinevmin

Taehyung:

You told Taehyung about your old fan account dedicated to your bias.

“Oh, you had an account dedicated to me?”

“Uhm, my bias was Jungkook.”

“The maknae??!”

*when you leave he immediately looks for Jungkook*

“I must eliminate the threat to my baby’s heart.”

Originally posted by younas

Jungkook:

When he finds out rap monster is your bias he pouts cutely for awhile.

“I can speak English just like him!”

Originally posted by deliciousgoldenkookie

Who She Was, How She Loved.

First off, this is my first one shot so I don’t know if I’m doing it right. And second, I don’t know what the fuck came over me to write this heart breaking story, something is wrong with me obviously. Like I made myself a sobbing mess sooo…


But I hope someone somewhere like it and it makes you feel something. That’s the goal. Okay. Deep breath. Here goes…


p.s I think I’m supposed to warn about major character death?


***

Jughead placed the plate of pasta in front of his daughter, she smiled up at him with a gummy grin and her big green eyes. Her two front teeth had both fallen out at the same time, his heart warmed thinking about how excited she had been leaving her teeth under her pillow for the tooth fairy. Her excitement matched in the morning when she found the coins the tooth fairy had left in their place. She wanted to save enough to buy herself a journal, and his heart had grown a size or two. So much like her Mother, especially as she sat there with her blonde hair Jughead couldn’t bring himself to cut.

“Daddy?” She had picked up her fork and was now pushing the pasta around in her plate with disinterest, very much unlike her. She had taken after her Dad in the food aspect, which he was rather proud of.

“What’s up, bug?” He asked as he sat opposite her at the dining table.

“Did Mummy like pasta?” She looked up at him with eyes just like Betty’s and Jughead had to mask the pain that took residence on his face whenever his wife’s name was mentioned.

“Junie, Mummy loved pasta. Just like you. And do you know what else?” He wanted Juniper to know every last detail about her Mother, who she was and how she loved, and one day he would tell her their whole story, but not yet. It was a bit heavy for a 6 year old.

“What?” She asked, eyes wide in curiosity.

“She hated pumpkin, baby. Just like you.”

“Yuck, punkin.” She scrunched her nose up at the thought, crossing her arms in distaste. “People who like punkin are weird, Daddy. You’re weird.” Jughead let out a laugh at his daughters comment, knowing full well she wasn’t wrong. Juniper finally stabbed a piece of pasta and popped it in her mouth, chewing around it and thinking of her next question. “What else did Mummy like?”

Jughead was always torn whenever Juniper asked about Betty. He wanted her to know every little detail about her Mum, but talking about her made his heart ache and his throat swell. And as much as he tried to put it off his mind couldn’t help but bring that memory to the forefront. It was the best and the worst day of his life.

*

The nurse placed the baby girl in Betty’s arms, and Jughead swore he had never been as happy as he was in that moment. Even though Betty had just given birth to a damn human, she still looked like an angel. Her hair was stuck to her face with sweat, cheeks red, eyes brimming with tears of elation. She was staring down at her daughter in her arms with a look that Jugheads memory would never do justice. She spoke without taking her eyes away from her new born daughter.

“Juggie, we made her. Can you believe it?” Her voice was thick with love. Jughead had to swallow before he could speak.

“You did all the hard work, Betty. I’m so proud of you.” He places a hard kiss to her temple. Betty finally managed to pull her eyes from her baby and smile a warm smile at her husband. “So, are we decided on her name?”

“Yes, it suits her don’t you think?” Her eyes are back on her daughter. “Hey, little Juniper. You want to meet your Daddy?” Jughead is more careful than he’s ever been as he takes his daughter from Betty. As he’s looking down at her little face, her eyes taking him in, he can’t help but think all the cliches to life. She is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, and he’s so in love. He curled his finger around her little hand.

“Hey, Juniper. I’m your Daddy, baby girl.” He didn’t even notice the single tear that rolled down his face. “You and your Mummy are the the best things in my life, and I promise I will never let anyone or anything hurt either of you.”

*

He broke that promise very shortly. Not intentionally, and by no choice of his own.

“Daddy?” Junipers voice broke him from his reverie.

“Sorry, baby. Let’s see, what did Mummy like?” He pinched his chin with his thumb in forefinger with a funny look on his face that caused a burst of giggles from his daughter. “She liked movies, especially the old ones.”

“Like black and white ones?” She asked her Dad.

“Some of them were, yeah. And she liked vanilla milkshakes. She liked to read. And she loved to write.” Junipers eyes lit up at this new revelation.

“Really Daddy? Like me?” Her smile was contagious.

“Yeah, Junie, just like you.” He leaned over the table to say quietly, “She wrote to you, you know. When you were in her tummy.” She was nearly jumping in her seat.

“Can we read some, Daddy? Pleeeaaaase?” She almost yelled in excitement, giving another toothless grin at her Father.

“Of course, sweetie. When you finish your dinner, how about you have a bath and we’ll read some tucked in bed?” Juniper shovelled more than a mouthful of pasta into her mouth at once, and quickly stood from her chair and pushed it in.

“All finished!” She said through a mouthful of food. Jughead cold only laugh at how much she looked like him right then.

“Alright, my little bug. I’ll go run that bath.”

Once he had Juniper in the bath, he went to his bedroom and pulled the box down from the top of his closet. Only on occasion would he pull out the journal that Betty had filled with pages and pages for Juniper. He ran his hand over pink front cover.

Betty’s pregnancy had been complicated from the start, and there was a lot of talk of worst case scenarios and so many take it easy mentions that she had stopped working at the Registery. So at night when she couldn’t sleep from being so anxious for her baby, and with the lack of writing she was doing now, she channeled it all into this journal she was going to gift to her little girl one day. At first Jughead couldn’t understand, she would be up all hours and he would worry that she was never getting enough sleep. He would tell her it was silly, nothing would happen and she could tell their little girl everything herself soon enough. But she ignored him and did it anyway, and he came to understand. And now he was eternally grateful to his wife for her determination to do it.

It was all that Juniper would have of her Mother that was her own, not things she would hear from Jughead, or her grandparents or Auntie Polly and Uncle Arch.

This journal was for her, and when she was old enough to understand he would gift it to her and she could read it all herself, take from it whatever she wanted. But for now he could read her a page or two.

*

Jughead walked around the room a few times with his new born daughter in his arms, and he never wanted to put her down. But when Betty ushered him back to her with an “Oi” and a hand wave, he obeyed.

He sat down on the bed with Betty gently as not to move her too much. For all the complications during her pregnancy the birth had run smooth. He repositioned Juniper in his arms so that her little head was between the two new parents.

think she looks like you, Jug. What do you think?” She pecked a tiny kiss on her daughters head.

"She’s beautiful, Betts. Which she only could have gotten from you.” Betty swatted his arm and let out a laugh.

“Oh, shush you.” She leaned toward him and kissed him softly, pausing against his lips and smiling. “I love you so much, Jughead. I’m so happy right now. I can’t believe this is my life.” She had her eyes closed, she was a little pale and he thought of how exhausted she must be.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, baby.” He kissed her back. “Do you want me to let you get some rest?” She quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her as he went to move.

No, stay. Both of you. I want to enjoy this moment.” She lay her head against his shoulder and just watched her daughters face. She bought her hand up slowly to run it down Junipers cheek. “I love you, little bug. You are all I’ve ever wanted and you will be so loved by everyone, you have no idea.” She was a little breathless as she spoke.

"Just us 3, against the world.” Jughead said with a beaming smile. “Right, Mummy?” He looked back at Betty, and she was awfully still. His heart was in his throat when she didn’t respond. “Betty? Betts?” He did his best to try and shake her awake with his shoulder while still holding Juniper. Betty’s head slumped from his shoulder. “Betty! Oh, oh my god Betty. Help!” He was yelling now, trying to get someone’s attention. He quickly jumped up and popped Juniper in her incubator, she was screaming and crying now with all the commotion but he had to get back to his wife who was lying motionless in her hospital bed. He put one hand around her neck and lifted her head, but there was no strength in her. “Fuck, Betty, please wake up baby. Come on. Help! My wife, please!” He reached up with his free hand and slammed the emergency button above her bed.

In less than a minute the room was flooded with nurses, they were pulling him away from Betty and he was resisting.

That’s my wife, you have to help her, please help her.” His face was saturated in tears, his voice barely a whisper. He could barely remember anything after that except a nurse telling him “We are trying, Mr Jones, but we need the room. I know it’s hard but please, I will come and get you when she’s stable.”

He did as he was told, and sat in the hallway outside her room with his head in his hands. Archie and Veronica were there with flowers and a teddy bear and so many questions, but he couldn’t speak so they sat with him and waited. He couldn’t shake the image of Betty lifeless out of his head. God. Please. Not now, he was begging. Praying.

"Take me instead, please I beg you. Take me instead, I’ll do anything.” He hadn’t realise he’d been saying it out loud until a throat was cleared.

"Mr Jones?” Jughead quickly shot up, his heart in his throat.

Yes, my wife, Betty? Is she okay? What’s happened?” And when he saw the look on the doctors face, his heart fell from his throat through his chest and he swallowed it whole. He didn’t even hear the words, it was just a mix of medical terms he couldn’t understand and apologies. “We’re sorry… Did all we could… postpartum hemorrhage…” All he really remembers is falling to the floor, Archie racing to catch him and Veronica sobbing.

*

Juniper was now in her pjs and snuggled under her covers. “Okay, ready Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” Jughead placed a kiss on her forehead and lay down next to Juniper on her little bed. “Should we start at the start?” He asked her.

“Yes!” She snuggled into her Dads shoulder. “Pretty.” She noted, rubbing her hand over the pink cover of the journal in Jughead hand.

“Like you, baby girl.” He placed another kiss on her forehead. “This is yours, Juniper. Mummy wrote it for you, and when you’re old enough, it’ll be yours to take care of. That okay?” He looked down at her, her eyes trained on the journal and her mouth in a little pout. So many times a day Jughead would catch her looking so much like Betty, normally in a moment of thought like she was now. She nodded at him.

“I wish I was old enough now.”

“I know baby, but you’re already growing up too fast for Daddy’s liking. So too bad.” He nudged her with his shoulder and she laughed at him.

“Quick, Dad! Read to me.” She said a little impatiently.

“Sorry! Okay, let’s read the first page. This one Mummy wrote when she first found out you were in her tummy,-”

“Babies don’t grow in tummies Dad.” He looked down at her in slight horror.

“Okay, this is what I meant by growing up too fast, smartie pants.” She just smiled back at him and nudged him to carry on.

“Well then, Mummy wrote this for you when she first found out she was having you. The doctor told her that she had to be very careful and not to do too much with herself, so with all her free time she wrote to you.” Jughead was waiting for a response from his daughter, and when he didn’t get one he took it as means to carry on.

“To my little bug-”

“That’s what you call me, Daddy.” She said happily. Jughead could only smile.

“It’s what me and Mummy called you before we knew you were a girl, before you were born.” She contemplated that for a moment.

“Okay, I not stop you anymore. Keep going.”

“To my little bug, I love you so much already. Me and Daddy can hardly believe you are in there! I can’t wait until I can feel you moving in there, my love. I don’t know if I can wait the 8 months to meet you. The doctor told Mummy I have to take it very easy, and your Daddy is making sure of that. He’s going to be the best in the world baby, I just know it. You and I are so lucky to have him. I promise to fill this whole journal with stories about Mummy and Daddy, and all about our journey together while you’re growing. I can’t wait to see your face bug, I secretly hope you look just like your Daddy. I hope my heart is big enough for the both of you!.”

“Daddy? You okay?” Juniper looked up at him and reached her little hand out to wipe a tear that had slipped down Jugheads cheek. “Why are you sad?” He kissed her hand that was against his face and put the journal on the ground,

“I just miss your Mum, bug. But I’m so lucky to have a little bit of her in you.” Juniper snuggled in closer to her Dad. “I think that’s enough for tonight, you need to sleep little one.”

“You forgot before, Daddy. When you told me about what Mummy likes.”

“Mm? What did I forget?” She looked up at him and he brushed her hair from her face. She had a smile on her face just like Betty’s and it made his heart twist in his chest.

“You! Silly. Auntie Ronnie told me that you were Mummy’s soul friend and I always remember.” He could feel his eyes wanting to cry again but forced it back, he didn’t want to end up upsetting Junie.

“Auntie Ronnie wasn’t wrong, baby. Mummy is my soul mate.” He lightly kissed her nose as he rose from her bed and tucked her in. “And you should be on that list too, Junie. She loved you more than anything.”

He stood in her doorway for a moment after he switched off her light, her face illuminated from the light in the hall as she fell into a peaceful sleep. She was the perfect balance of himself and Betty, he thought. His heart broke more every day without her, but those glimpses of her in Juniper helped to mend it.

“I miss you, Betts. So much. I wish you could see her grow. There’s so much you in her, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. You knew I could never live without you, and with giving me her meant I never have too. I love you for that.”

fin.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was trying to write about a character who's a beautiful black woman. I'm trying to describe her wide nose in a positive light but I just can't think of a nice way to describe it. A lot of it comes from me because I'm a WOC that always hated her wide, flat nose. I feel like every time I read a description of a wide nose, it's always very masculine and animalistic, which is obviously messed up. I think wide noses are beautiful now but I don't know how to express it. Help!

Describing Wide Noses

I know what you mean about not crossing positive associations of wide noses. A shame since there’s no such problem with narrow, straight noses that I know of.

I hope we can reach a point where wide noses are normalized in the narrative without needing to be assured it’s something positive and attractive. I do think, though, if you note or describe her as beautiful, all the while mentioning her wide nose somewhere in a description of her, then you’d be fine.

As long as you’re keeping negative associations “away” from her nose so to speak and aren’t attributing it to masculinity (Black women being connected with masculinity is almost always rooted in misogynoir) or animalistic.

Otherwise, you could use a combination of positive and/or neutral words in your descriptions to imprint the idea that you’re describing her (and her nose!) favorably.

I’ll spin up a list for ideas, though all the following words might not apply to her as wide noses have a variety of appearances and can be short, long, pert, etc.

Adjectives for wide noses

  • Ample
  • Broad
  • Button
  • Full
  • Prominent
  • Round
  • Short
  • Short-bridged
  • Small
  • Soft
  • Wide

You could also pair positive adjectives with her nose or her face in general, such as attractive, cute, beautiful…

Just note those words are judgments, i.e. “Telling” description that do not convey a specific physical image and is also a matter of opinion (and imagination). Though probably best used sparingly, if you’re wishing to “direct” the audiences’ perspective as you are here, they could prove helpful!

Some example sentences:

“She was attractive; warm brown skin, even warmer brown eyes, a cute, rounded nose…”

“…Her short, wide nose centered prettily on her face.”

“She had a broad, attractive nose that went well with her delicate features.”

I hope this is helpful to you!

~Mod Colette

punkin022  asked:

The flowers in the portrait of Jace, if I'm not mistaken, are red carnations. Red carnations symbolize deep love and admiration. The owl symbolizes pure spirit.I think. Which leads me to believe... I dont really know actually. I think I messed up somewhere. Sorry.

oh sorry guys, we talked about it on twitter, lol. 

It’s birthdays. The flowers/owl will point you to Jace’s real birthday.

The daughter's burden

Batfam X reader
Description: reader is Bruce’s actual daughter and doesn’t know about the “night jobs” that the family has. Requested.
A/n: this can end 2 ways. Really bad or really good. We’ll see. Sorry it’s long
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Y/n L/n, the true daughter of Bruce Wayne. The media was having a field day when they realized that he actually had another kid. Your mom had recently died of cancer and you had never known your father. You had found a letter from her explaining your parentage and when you showed it to the woman in charge of your foster home, she had insisted on a DNA test. The results were positive.

Now here you are in a mansion with a butler, a father you never knew, and four brothers to top it off. The oldest one Dick seemed nice but you had met many people who had pretended to be nice to you to get stuff, so naturally you didn’t trust him.

Jason was…. Jason. He had been really sarcastic and rude, but the others had said he was like that with everyone and not to take it personally. Tim looked at you for five minutes (creep alert!) before shaking his head and looked at your father. “Please tell me it’s not another demon spawn.”

He was lucky that you didn’t want to get kicked out.

Damian was by far the worst of all of them. He glared at you and when he shook your hand, he tried to crush it. When you winced, he smirked and made a “tt” sound.

“Anything wrong, L/n?” He asked coldly. You glared at him with a fire in your eyes before yanking your hand out of his grip.

“You mean other than the fact that you’re an asshole? Nope, everything’s fine.” You responded. Tim laughed so hard that a tear went down his face. Damian growled before leaning close.

“Don’t test me, L/n. I can and will make your life a living hell if you annoy me too much.” He said and walked away. You kept your expression blank, not wanting the others to see you scared.

Alfred put his hand on your shoulder. “Come miss y/n. I’ll show you to your room.” He said. You looked at your new family and sighed. You had actually been hoping this would work out but now it seemed that you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up.

“I know it’s hard to adjust, but they’ll warm up to you eventually. Master Grayson is genuinely the nice one despite your misconception that he’s leading you on. Master Todd just has a lot of anger in his heart and he tends to take it out on others.

“Master Drake is kind and he didn’t mean to offend you with his comment. I personally believe that all the coffee in his system is making him a bit too blunt. Master Damian had a harsh childhood with his mother and is scared that his father will one day stop loving him and will replace him. That’s why he was so rude.” Alfred explained.

You nodded at his words but couldn’t help still feeling bitter. “Thanks Mr. Alfred. I’m just not used to this. It used to be me and my mom but now I’m in a huge family with people who only tolerate me because of a mistake that one person made.” You said.

Alfred shook his head. “Miss y/n, you are not a mistake and don’t think of yourself as one. The boys do like you its just that they’re not showing it. Also you don’t have to call me mister. Just Alfred will do.”

He left the room and you flopped on your bed. You buried your face in your pillow and screamed your frustration out.
******

“Move L/n. I won’t ask you again.” Damian threatened as he tried to get around you. You were standing in the doorway, holding on to your frame as tight as you could. You didn’t want the boy to grab the notebook you had thrown into the room in front of you.

It had been your mother’s sketchbook and you had been looking at it when Damian tried to grab it from you. You fought him off but he had been very insistent. Now you were blocking his entrance, hoping he’d just give up but damn was the boy stubborn.

“No! You have no right to look at it unless I say you can and I’m not giving you permission!” You shouted.

“I wasn’t asking!” He growled as he pushed at your back. He stopped for a second and you thought that he had given up. Boy, were you wrong.

Damian reached his arm under yours and wrapped it around you. He started trying to pull you out of the doorframe. You were swearing so badly, you would’ve made Jason blush.

“What are you two doing?!” Your father shouted as he saw what his children were doing. Damian let go of you and pointed accusingly.

“She stole my sketchbook and was threatening to destroy it! Just ask the others, she was chasing me all over the house to get it.” Damian shouted. You growled.

“You fucking liar! That sketchbook was my mother’s and it’s one of the few things I have left of her. He grabbed it out of my hands and kept looking at it.”

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to delay the inevitable headache. “Which one of you am I supposed to believe? You both are saying it’s yours and neither of you have any proof.”

You wanted to whack your head off of something to show your frustration. “Just look inside the cover. My mother’s name should be in there.”

Bruce walked over to the book and picked it up. He opened it and walked over to the two of you. He looked right at you but handed it to Damian.

“What?! Let me see that right now!” You grabbed the book and opened it. There where your mom’s name was supposed to be was a streak of whiteout with Damian’s name in cursive right below it.

“You asshole! You white outed her name!” You shouted as you felt tears coming on. You flipped through the pages desperately, trying to prove it. “See this flower? She drew it for me on my birthday. And this sketch of the library? It took her a year to do because it’s so detailed. I was with her every time she sat down to draw it.”

Damian snorted. “The flower is from the garden outside. We have those roses in a great number. The library was my drawing and not many have the same attention to detail that I do.” He said to his father.

“I’m sorry y/n, but I believe Damian. You are quite creative though. I understand that you’re going through a hard time right now but that is no reason to steal other’s property and claim it as your own.” Your father said. You couldn’t even look at him.

You ran away from him and up to your room. You stayed in there and sobbed until you heard a knock on the door. You opened it and saw Jason there.

“What do you want?” You spat at him. His eyes widened slightly before narrowing.

“I was going to tell you that dinner was ready but since you’re being such a bitch you can just starve.” He said as he walked away.

“Hey! What makes you think you can talk to me like that!” You shouted at him. He turned around.

“I’m sorry princess.” He spat. “I didn’t realize that it only would take you a day to turn into a spoiled rich brat just like Damian.”

“I’m nothing like Damian!” You growled. “Oh yeah? You have more in common than you think. You’re both annoying and spoiled. Both of your mothers got knocked up by Bruce and he didn’t realize you existed until you got dumped on his doorstep. The only main difference is Damian actually has a place here. You don’t.” He said as he walked away.

You went down to dinner five minutes later, still fuming. You sat between Dick and Tim since they hadn’t pissed you off yet. Yet being the keyword.

Tim was looking in a book and you didn’t realize which one it was until he started complimenting Damian. You looked over and saw your mother’s notebook and you saw red. That’s when you remembered the one picture in the far back.

You grabbed the sketchbook out of Tim’s hands. He made a protest but you were already flipping to the last page. There was a picture of you that was highly detailed. Your mother always said it was her favorite one.

You stood up and showed it to the table. “See, this really was my mother’s! I was right all along.” You said. Tim rolled his eyes.

“Good for you. Now sit down and shut up. The sooner I can eat in peace the sooner I can go back to my laptop.” He muttered. You and Dick both heard him though. You got up and started walking away from the table.

“Y/n, where are you going? Come back here and stop making a scene.” Bruce said. You turned around slowly and showed him your favorite finger.

“I’m making a scene? Really? I’m making a scene just by proving that I’m right and refusing to deal with all this bullshit all of you are giving me? If anyone is making a scene it’s your sons, not me. They’ve been on my case the minute I got here and you do nothing but take their side. That’s it, I’m done.” You said as you walked to your room. Bruce sighed.

“Master Dick, please go make sure miss y/n is alright. I’ll stay here and explain to the others what mistakes they have made.” Alfred said as he came in the room. Bruce looked at him gratefully.

“Thanks Alfred.” Alfred glared at him. “Don’t thank me yet, master Bruce. I believe that you need to learn how to treat your daughter correctly, unless you want her to end up hating you. Although if that is indeed your goal, I’d say you did a fine job.” ****

Dick knocked on the door and heard a quiet sobbing stop. “Go away!” Y/n shouted at him.

“Y/n, please let me in. I just want to talk.” He said. “No you don’t! You just want to tell me that I’m horrible and that I don’t belong here.” You cried.

Dick sighed. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this y/n. If you’re near the door, either unlock it or stand back because one way or another I’m coming in to talk to you.”

“Fine.” You said as you unlocked your door. Dick walked in and you readied yourself for the insults. They never came. Dick wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could. When he let go, he looked at your open suitcase on your bed.

“Going somewhere?” He asked. You looked down at your feet. “I’m leaving. I hate it here and no one has been nice to me except for you and Alfred. My life has been so messed up since mom died, I figured it can’t be much worse out there.”

“Y/n, you do realize that this is the crime capital of the world, right? What on earth makes you think you’ll be safe out on the streets all by yourself?” Dick asked. You sighed and ran your hands through your h/c hair.

“I’m going to tell you a secret. You have to promise not to tell anyone else, ok?” You said. Dick nodded and you closed your eyes. A warm light filled the room and he looked down at your hand and realized that there was fire in it. He took a few steps back, startled.

“See? I can protect myself. Now I have even more of a reason to leave because you’ll probably sell me to some freak show or a lab. Besides, I got some friends in the narrows that’ll help me out.” You said as you began to pack again.

“Are you sure that you want to do this, y/n?” Dick asked and you nodded. “Fine. Go through the back yard and be careful with the fence. Don’t directly touch the spokes at the top because they’re made to shock people and it sets off an alarm. After that, follow the main road and you’ll end up right in the city.”

You looked at him strangely. “Why’re you helping me?”

“Because you’ll leave either way, and I can’t sneak you out right now. Promise me that when you find a place, you’ll send me the address so I can make sure you’re okay.”

“I promise.”
****

“Master Bruce, you have to realize that Miss Y/n is still grieving over her mother. Her mother was the only person in her life that truly cared for her. According to the principal at y/n’s old school, the other students didn’t get along with her. She had no other family. So when her mother got sick, there was no one to take care of her. They used up all of their savings on treatments and y/n’s mother still went into a coma.

“What the hospital never told anyone, master Bruce, was that miss y/n made the decision to take her mother off life support. They had no money left, the doctors said that it’d be better to let her die than to force her to stay alive and in pain. So y/n said to do it. And unlike you, master Bruce, there is no one she can blame for her mother’s death. You always had the reassurance that you weren’t the cause of your parents’ deaths, it was a cold blooded murderer. Y/n thinks it’s her fault and has no one to tell her otherwise.” Alfred explained.

Bruce looked down in shame. “I didn’t know. She never told me.”

“And why would she? Why would she tell a man who she just met that happens to be her father, that she thinks that she is the reason her mother is dead? You boys didn’t help at all. Master Damian, I understand that you are the one who is so scared that your father will replace you, but he won’t. That will never happen. Masters Tim and Jason however, have no good reason for this behavior.”

Jason looked at Tim and they had a silent conversation for a few seconds before Jason sighed. “We looked at the file B had set up for y/n and it said that he wanted to see how much verbal attacks she could take before she broke. We both knew he’d ask us eventually so we did it in advance.” He confessed.

Alfred gave them all a cold hard glare. “I am severely disappointed in all of you. How could you all do this to a young girl who already feels alone in this world? There are no words to convey how ashamed I am that after all this time, you were no better than the villains you fight at night. You both target the innocent and push them to the breaking point. How much longer before you start being more like them?”

He walked out of the room and they all were ashamed of themselves. Damian got up and started walking towards the stairs.

“Where are you going, hell spawn?” Jason asked. “To apologize to my sister and show her the real reason I took the sketchbook. I drew a picture of the whole family and wanted to stick it in there to prove that she was one of us. I wanted to plan a party for her since she is the only other true blood. I figured that by being cruel, she would never suspect a thing. I was right and I’m sad that I was.”

They all followed the youngest up to your room. Dick was out in the hall, leaning his back against your door. They saw a few tears trickle down his face.

“Dick what’s wrong?” Tim asked. Dick glared at them. “She’s gone. She wanted to leave so I helped her because I saw what you were doing to her. She told me her plan and I can tell by only a few bits of it, you’re never going to find her unless y/n wants to be found.”

Bruce looked at his oldest son. “Why did you do it? We were coming up here to apologize and try to fix everything. But instead you decided to let a teenage girl loose in Gotham with no means of protection?”

“Oh she’ll be fine. Can’t say the same for anyone that messes with her. I’m going home now too because I can’t stand to look at all of you anymore. Because of all of you, my new sister, who’s only been here for two days, is gone.”

A/n: I’m sorry it was so long, and it sucked. The boys were too out of character and the situation was stupid to begin with. I’m sorry. There could be a part 2 but I doubt anyone will want it.