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a list of moments™ in musical theatre

-STAYYYYYY LITTLE VALLLLLENTIIIINE STAYYYYYYYYY and then the pause and the sudden decrescendo into “each day is valentine’s dayyyyy”
-ITS FROM JAPAAAAAAAAN and everything about that song
-all of “raise a little hell” and “this world will remember us” and everything about laura osnes and jeremy jordan
-the acapella part in “two by two” when they’re all clapping and some people are echoing and its just Pretty
-the harmonies on “moonlight swiiiiims”
-dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da da DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA M A C A V I T Y M A C A V I T Y
-the dirty bum bum bum bum the dirty bum bum bum bum bum HE HAD IT COMIN
-and i dug deep down to the bottom of my soul…and cried…'cause…i…felt…N O T H I N G
-will i ever make a sound………………ON THE OUTSIDE ALWAYS LOOKING IN and the lights change and then you burst into sobs
-YOU ARE NOT ALONE (YOU ARE NOT ALONE) YOU ARE NOT ALONE (YOU ARE NOT ALONE) YOU ARE NOT YOU ARE NOT ALONE (YOU ARE NOT ALONE)…even when the dark comes crashing through when you need a friend to carry you and when you’re b r o k e n o n t h e g r o u n d…………Y O U W I L L B E F O U N D
-do you KNOWWWW how great my life is
-and your keys OH OH OH OH your ring of keeeeeeeyyyys
-FAAAME (I’M GONNA LIVE FOREVERRRR)
-TURN BACK OH MANNNNNNN BA DA DA DUM B O W !!!!
-literally all of grease the musical
-or if i were a bell i’d go DING DONG DING DONG DINGGGGGG
-evERYthing’s comING up roSES and daFFOdils
-OHHHH MAMA WELCOME TO THE SIXTIIIIES
-in new york you can JUST YOU WAIT in new york you can JUST YOU WAIT in new york you can be a new man IN NEW YORK NEW YORK JUST YOU WAIT
-the entirety of satisfied
-we won we won WE WON W E W O N
-if you stand for nothing burr what’ll you fall for …. i wanna be in the room where it happens the room where it happens……………and then the rest of that song from that point on
-its my candy store its my candy (mezzo harmony) its my candy store its my candy (soprano harmony) its my candy store its my candy STOOOOOORE WOAH OH WOAH
-YEAHHHHHH FULL STEAM AHEADDDD TAKE THIS DEAD GIRL WALKINNNNNG
-SEEEEEE YOU AROUNNNND (WHY-OHHHHH) AROUNNNNNNNND (WHY-OHHHHHHHHH) WOAHHHHHHHHH WOAH WOAH OH OHHHHH I’LL BE DOWNTOWNNNNN
-into the woods !!!! into the woods !!!! yes into the woods and out of the woods and HOME BEFORE DARK
-everybody say yeaheeeeyeah (yeaheeeyeah)
-i am so much better ……… THAN BEFORRRRRRRRRRRE
-who am i ….. TWO FOUR SIX OH ONNNNNE
-REDDDD THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MENNNNN
-every day a little deaaaaaaaaaath (and then they hold the note for a million years and its heartbreaking)
-WE ARE REVOLTING CHILDREN LIVING IN REVOLTING TIMES
-and andrey isn’t here……………(massive door slam)………………RAZ DAV TRI (the whole room lights up and you’re sobbing) AND THIS IS ALL IN YOUR PROGRAM
-the harmonies on the second AND THIS IS ALL IN YOUR PROGRAM
-i pity you i pity me i pity you AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
-all of no one else because denée benton is a princess
-dollllllokhovvvv the assassinnnn
-its alright natasha … i’m heeeeerrrre … so neeeeaaar …
-IS THIS HOW I DIE (extreme jazz™ plays)
-my brother is quite madly in love ………. he is quite madly in love with YOU my deeeeeeaaaaarrrr yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah ohhhh OHHHHHHHHH OH HOW SHE BLUSHES HOW SHE BLUSHES
-amber gray in general
-I W I L L L O V E Y O U A N A T O L E
-natalie natalie natalie i must love you or die NATALIE NATALIE NATALIE
-remember me to s t e s h k a THERE GOODBYE GOODBYE GOODBYE
-AND THE WORLD WILL KNOW
-THERES CHANGE COMIN ONCE AND FOR ALLLL
-I’M ALIVE I’M ALIVE I AM SO ALIVE
-and i’ll be happily happy yes happily happy and thoroughly SATISFIIIIIIIED
-the phantom’s theme
-ooooh oooooooooh ooh ooh JOIN US LEAVE YOUR FIELD TO FLOWER
-all of the Pulizter Prize winning musical Rent™
-LETS DO THE TIME WARP AGAINNN
-i c e c r e a m … he bought me i c e c r e a m …vanilla i c e c r e a m … IMAGINE THAAAAT
-THE HILLS ARE ALIIIIIIVE
-every single song in spring awakening what a jam™
-SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORRRRRRRRRGE
-if i could concentrate…………I’D BE IN THE FOLLIES
-FREELY FLOWS THE BLOOD OF THOSE WHO M O R A L I Z E
-play it coooooooooool boy
-defying gravity as a whole
-FIYERRRRRRROOOOOOO
-ease on down ease on down the roooooaaaaad

bts scenario: you flinch during a fight

hope you enjoy this scenario! angsty scenarios like this are my favorite. hope you all have a good day, love youuuu xx

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jin: jin had raised his hand to push lightly against his aching temples when you had quickly gasped and took a step back away from him. “y/n.. wha-” “i’m sorry for arguing, please don’t,” you seemed so scared as jin stared at you with wide eyes. “i would never hit you baby, you know that.” jin reached forward and grabbed the hand covering your face and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. the tension seemed to drain from your body as you slumped against him. “i love you, princess, so much,” he placed kisses along your neck, “i would never hurt you.”

Originally posted by btspeach

yoongi: “leave me alone dammit!” yoongi would shout as you tried to get him to come home from the studio. you let out a sound of surprise at his tone and backed away with wide eyes. “baby, no please.” yoongi’s eyes would immediately fill with tears as he saw your scared expression. “ i would-” his sentence was cut off as he began to cry, “i’m so sorry.” you took a tentative step closer before curling your arms around yoongi’s neck, holding him close. “it’s okay, i love you.”

Originally posted by sugaswagdaddy

hoseok: “y/n shut up i’m trying to concentrate.” hoseok grunted as he practiced his dance again and again, determined to get it correct. “hoseok, please come home,” you begged. “dammit i said shut up!” he yelled as a water bottle was thrown in your direction, just barely missing your head. when you screamed in surprise and flinched, he was at your side in seconds. “baby, i’m so sorry, i should’ve never done that.” hoseok would cry into your shoulder as you both held each other, hoseok made sure to always spend time with you every day after that. 

Originally posted by un4

namjoon: “dammit!” you heard namjoon growl for what seemed like the 100th time that night as he couldn’t get the lyrics to the song he was working on to sound right. “joonie, maybe you should take a break?” you suggested. “maybe you should leave me alone?” he growled as he whipped around and stood up abruptly from his chair. you flinched back against the door at his movement and namjoon stood still. “baby no..” he would pull you into his arms, assuring you that he would never hit you, ever. 

Originally posted by joonie-bts

jimin: as soon as you flinched away from jimin, his heart would drop to his feet. his baby was scared of him. “babe?” he would question as he stepped closer to you, heart thumping in his chest. he knew he was scary while angry, but he never wanted you to be afraid of him. “baby girl?” he stepped closer and pushed your chin up to met his gaze. “i would never hit you, never.” he said firmly before he pulled you close to his chest. the rest of the day filled with kisses and cuddles. 

Originally posted by kookielife

taehyung: “taeeeee,” you said as you nudged tae’s shoulder to which he grumbled and turned away. “taeeeee,” you said again. “y/n stop.” you said his name again and he whipped around, “stop!” tae screamed and you flinched away from your spot next to him with wide eyes. the expression on your face pulled at tae’s heart as he immediately took your hand in his, “i’m sorry, please don’t think i would-” he cut himself off, “i would never lay on a hand on you that way,” tae would pull you into his lap and cover you both with a warm blanket, kisses and kdrama watching to ensue.  

Originally posted by kimtaehyung-gifs

jungkook: jungkook was stressed and you had tried everything to help him, doing his chores around the house with the boys, making his favorite food and even watching his favorite movies with him. but one day, he snapped, “y/n! stop coddling me! i’m not a fucking baby!” the velocity of his voice and the swearing had you flinching in front of him as you brought your hands up in defense. jungkook took one look at you before he broke down in tears, “i didn’t mean t-to,” he would sob, “i love y-you,” you knew he hadn’t meant to scare you, he was just stressed, so you walked over to him and ran your hands through his hair. the rest of the night was spent baking his favorite cookies and drinking hot chocolate. 

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Port Mafia Drama CD -Kaji, Chuuya and Akutagawa.

So in no way I am a proper translator so I am just doing my best here! If there are mistakes, I apologize!

Audio.

That is the audio that  @anemoneee posted, so credits to her!

Onto the translation!

So it starts with Kaji doing an experiment inside his Lab, while he is laughing like a maniac Chuuya walks in with Akutagawa.
Chuuya: Oi, what are you being so loud for?
 Also, I heard you attacked the detective agency?

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When Jack picks up the phone, his first thought is that something has gone very, very wrong. Bitty is crying, nearly sobbing, to the point that his words aren’t coming through clearly. He takes a shuddering breath in and only manages a feeble “J-jack” before breaking down again. Jack doesn’t know what happened but he is so certain that he has to fix it.

“What is it?” Jack asks, picking up his car keys without even thinking. “What happened?”

“I-I-I-” Bitty tries. He stops, takes a deep breath. “I’m the captain!”  He dissolves again into a sort of chuckle sob, half laughter, half crying. “Th-they all voted for me.”

Jack feels so many emotions at once all he can do is sit down. “Bitty- Bits. That’s amazing!”

It’s amazing, but it’s not surprising. He always knew Bitty would make a captain. Bitty was the glue that held the team together, anyone could see that. He’d improved so much since he started, and he worked hard to get to where he is. No one else got up at four in the morning to fix their mistakes. No one sacrificed their free weekends wrangling up the frogs while cooking brunch for twenty.

He wants to tell Bitty all of this, but when he tries to talk his throat constricts, and his eyes blur, and what comes out is more of an undignified squeak. He clears his throat, blinks the tears away, and leans back into the couch, smiling harder than he has in a long time. “I’m so proud of you, Bits.”

“Thanks, Jack,” Bitty says, calmer now. “I’m proud of me, too.”

sad boy + justin foley

plot : after his mum’s new boyfriend kicks him out, Justin only has one thing to do

word count : 1403

notes : for two people who wanted Justin Foley but I forgot their accounts so I’m sorry for not tagging

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Running out of his house, bag slung over his shoulder, Justin wiped his wet eyes on the sleeve of his varsity jacket, only for the tears to be replaced with new ones. He didn’t stop until he couldn’t run anymore, legs aching, throat burning. He had no idea where he was, he couldn’t tell with his blurry vision. It was almost nightfall, not a person In sight. He fell to his knees, bag dropping with a loud thump, as a quiet sob passed his lips.

There was one thing Justin could think of doing. One person he wanted to talk to now, he needed to talk to right now. He reached into his pocket, hands trembling as he did so, retrieving his phone. He somehow found your contact, a picture of your beaming face on his screen, the image alone calming him down the tiniest bit. He shakily pressed the dial button, holding his breath while waiting for you to pick up. Begging you to answer.

One ring. Two ring.

More tears gathered in his eyes.

Three ring.

You were probably busy. You didn’t need him as a burden.

Four ring.

More and more tears fell as another sob racked his body.

“Hey”

The world stopped. Justin’s voice was caught in his throat, no words forming.

“Justin? You there?”

He couldn’t help the cry he let out of his mouth.

“Justin?! Are you okay?”

The sound of your panicked voice, filled Justin’s heart. You cared, you were the only one who cared.

“Y-Y/N”

It was only a whisper, something you shouldn’t have caught but you did.

“Justin? What happened? What’s wrong? What did they do?”

“I- I can’t. I-”

The words wouldn’t come out, as much as Justin tried.

“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up” you stated.

Justin heard the jingling of keys through the phone.

“I- I don’t know. There’s houses and- and a-” he stuttered, trying to speak through the suffocation he was feeling.

“Justin. Stop. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now tell me, can you see a street sign anywhere?”

He did as you instructed, following your smooth, familiar voice.

“Risely Avenue” he said after a while.

“Stay where you are, I’m coming. And Justin?”

He blinked back more tears as he listened to you talk.

“Yeah?”

“Everything will be okay”

It was a mere 10 minutes before your familiar car drove up the street, headlights illuminating the otherwise dark road. Justin looked at the ground as he stood, ashamed to look at you in his current state. He heard the click of the car door opening, followed the by the clicking of your shoes on the gravel road. He managed to look up, eyes meeting with your warm ones. You stood right in front of him, inches away. You held your arms out and in less than a second, Justin fell into your arms.

“Hey”

He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.

“Hey” he replied, his voice a tiny squeak.

You pulled away, much to Justin’s dismay. You picked up his bag from the floor and he didn’t have the energy to protest, taking his hand in yours, you walked back to your car, settling them in. And then you drove.

“Y/N”

You turned to look at your boyfriend of more than a year for a second before fixing your eyes back on the road.

“I- uhm I-”

“You don’t have to explain Justin. Not now anyway”

You pressed your lips together, gently placing a hand on his knee while keeping the other on the steering wheel. He flinched at the sudden contact, but your hand stayed where it was.

“I’m sorry, I just I-”

He immediately started to apologise, even though you thought nothing of it and completely understood.

“Sh, Justin. Just relax, you’re with me now” you assured, running a thumb across his jean clad knee.

He nodded, swallowing thickly, shutting his eyes and focusing on your soft touch. You flicked your eyes to him, watching his long eyelashes fall on his cheekbones. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, dried tears on his cheeks.

Soon enough, you reached your house, parking the car in the driveway. Justin opened his eyes, blinking a few times. You silently hopped out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before opening the passenger door.

“You don’t have to do all this” Justin mumbled.

“Come on” you urged, ignoring his statement.

The two of you walked into your house, the warmth engulfing you both. You took his hand in yours, leading him to the spare bedroom.

“Have you eaten yet?” you questioned.

Justin shook his head, like you expected.

“Well, you know where the showers are, I’m going to heat up dinner okay?”

He nodded, looking at the floor. You could tell he was on the verge of another round of tears. You frowned, walking up to him and wearing your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. You felt him smile, even if it was a small one.

You stepped away, smiling at him softly, before leaving the room. You walked to your kitchen, getting the leftovers from Robert out to heat them up. Nobody should be treated how Justin is. Justin didn’t call you about this, usually going to Bryce’s house or Alex’s but not yours. He never wanted to bother you with his problems, thinking he would be a burden to you. It took Justin almost a year before he even told you about his condition at home and that was only after Zach accidentally mentioned it.

You took the food out of the microwave, placing it on the dinner table while waiting for him to arrive. Your parents were big business people, meaning they were out of town a lot of the time, so they bought you your own little house to stay in which they occasionally visited.

Ten minutes later, the sound of water running stopped, meaning Justin was out of the shower. Another ten minutes later, Justin padded into the dining room, where you were waiting for him. His hair was dripping wet, droplets trailing down the back of his neck. His eyes were redder, even puffier while his bottom lip quivered. What you noticed now was the significant bruises that had formed around his neck and the sight of all of this made you shatter a little on the inside. He tugged at his sleeves, still looking at the floor. He had changed into a pair of sweats and a t shirt.

You went to him, pressing a slight kiss on his shaking lips. You gripped his jaw with a feather-like touch, tilting it upwards to expose the purple and blue skin of his neck. You gingerly touched the large bruises that were vaguely in the shape of fingerprints. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing under your thumb. You sighed and pulled away.

“Sit, Justin”

He listened to your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked up his fork, staring at his food with no intention of eating it.

“I’m not that hungry right now Y/N, I’m sorry for making you go to all this trouble-”

“It’s fine Justin, I understand. Want to go to bed?” you offered.

He nodded, standing up from the table with you following suit. You put his plate back in the fridge before taking his hand and walking back to bed. You got in first, opening your arms and inviting him to lay with you. He complied immediately, putting his head on your shoulder, intertwining your legs.

“You have to report them Justin. Those bruises… they look bad. It’s the worse it’s gotten so far” you gulped, your own heart becoming heavy with the thought.

“I can’t Y/N, I’ll be shipped off to some foster home with people I don’t even know and I might even have to move away. I’m not risking that”

You nodded, it was a hard decision for anyone.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine”

As the words left his mouth, you felt wetness on your shoulder.

“Oh Justin, you don’t need to act strong now. It’s okay to be human” you whispered into his ear.

And those were all it took before he broke down for the third time that evening. His body shook violently as you held him tight.

“It’ll all be okay Justin. I promise”

And in that moment, Justin realised that the only real place he felt safe was with you.

So it’s our first d&d game and we were playing the starter kit campaign or whatever and they get ambushed by goblins and everyone is just having bad throws.

DM(me): the third goblin tries to hit you (a halfling rouge named edgelord) but he rolls a critical miss.
DM(me): this poor little goblin misses so bad he gets his scimitar stuck in his own side and is bleeding and profusely crying. Next in the order is you, edgelord
Rouge(edgelord): I just squat beside him and pat his shoulder to console him and calmly tell him he is my prisoner now
Dm(me): he just nods and sobs about how he has only been in this group for two weeks and this is his first fight. He goes on about how his brother is the one who dragged him into this gang and how he never wanted to be apart of it
Rouge (edgelord): I shush him because I am tired of him sobbing and I really don’t care

So later on the dwarf cleric (torgga) decides to heal their new goblin friend (the goblin knows he can’t go back to the hideout bc he will be killed for being captured and figures he can be nice to these adventurers) and then they find out that the goblin is named Twig and basically adopt him as their pet. They decide to even buy him a collar with his name when they get to phandolin.

The Mean Marquis

Lafayette x Reader

Note: So @a-schuylerr made a post about different Lafayette fic scenarios they would like to see and I got inspired. Thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog for being my proofreader and for putting up with me spamming you with my process on this fic. This is my longest fic and I am really excited for you to read it!

Warning: smut and that’s basically it

Word Count: 7,204 ( I expected it to be long just not this long)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @mehrmonga @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u @aph-bermuda @haletotheking24


1772

When your father first announced that you were to marry a French nobleman in just over a month, you felt as if your throat had fallen into your stomach. You were angry and shocked, so angry that you could hardly form a sentence before you stormed off.

That was three days ago, your anger had subsided and left you feeling worried. Worried about the man you were going to be married to. He wasn’t just any old French nobleman he was the Marquis de Lafayette, more affectionately known as the “Mean Marquis”. You’d heard stories about him about his ruthless and cold nature when it came to business. You had also heard about how popular he was with women, and that he was always surrounded by them.

“It’s just not fair!” you yell. You’d walked far enough away from you family’s home that you know you can speak without being heard. “I don’t even know him why should I marry him?” you groan as you sink to your knees.

You take a deep breath as you feel yourself start to panic. How on earth is he going to treat me? You wonder. After everything you’ve heard about him, the best you can hope for is that he will ignore you. He will probably give you a child or two but for the most part, just forget you even exist.

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Dear @markiplier,

I don’t know if you know about what happened on Friday. I woke up early to get the bus to get there “On time” like many others might’ve. Since the line up for your signing wasn’t supposed to be until a hour and a half before as a bunch of people said and in the past the cap was at 200 people. I got there around 9:32 AM just about. We rushed down to the Queue Room as fast as we could go. 

When we got there we discovered that they gave out tickets at 8 am and they were gone by 8:30 am because the Center opened a hour early for some reason. We tried to bargain, we tried to sneak (like a few I know had done who ended up seeing you), we tried so many things to no avail. It felt so unfair that me along with so many others were kicked out because the line up time wasn’t correct for meeting you. 

I was heartbroken, devastated even knowing I could never meet you. I promised so many good friends I’d ask things since they couldn’t go. I had letters, art even one from @simpleagle that I printed out to give you. But I failed my promises. I failed my friends. I failed to be a messenger. I began to sob as I sorted through the pile of things I had printed for you my stuff I drew, wrote and other things my friends made. My face was so red from crying I felt like a idiot in front of all those people waiting for you.

After I came back from getting food my mom was there following the line saying a Enforcer let her in but another came to get out or we’d be flagged to even going near you he sounded almost cheerful saying it. They made us give them our gifts to them because “he wouldn’t care/he won’t even look at it” that hit me with a sinking feeling of dread. 

I don’t know if you will see this @markiplier but hopefully you will. Hopefully others will share this so you can see the mess that happened.

lunaaltare  asked:

Imagine Steve, after a rough battle, being stuck in the hospital. He's high off whatever the doctors gave him and loopy as hell. Whenever Sam visits, Steve hopelessly tries to flirt with him and the moment Sam tells him they're married already, Steve's basically sobbing.

“Did it hurt?” Steve slurs.

“What? You’re the one that fell off a building and then got shot.”

“When you fell from heaven.”

Sam starts laughing, “Oh my god.”

“‘M serious!” Steve says, trying to sit up a little before Sam pushes him back down gently with a hand on on his chest. “You look like an angel. You even have a halo!”

“Steve I think that’s just the painkillers talking.”

“Nuh-uh. I see it. Right there.” Steve reaches up and accidentally pokes Sam in the eye. “Oh no! Oh no! I hurt you. Come here. Let me kiss it and make it better.”

“You’re just trying to get a kiss out of me.”

“Well can you blame me? You’re so cute. Really cute, you are. An angel sent down from heaven just to keep me company.”

“You’re awful,” Sam tells him, still laughing.

“Who’s the lucky guy that gets to kiss on you? I wish it were me. How can it be me? Tell me, Sam. What do I gotta do to get a guy like you?”

“Well you’re in luck,” Sam says, reaching out to take Steve’s hand. He picks up Steve’s left hand and shows it to him. “See that wedding band?” Then he holds up his left hand too.

“Crap,” Steve says, making a really distressed face. “I’m married? Oh no. My husband is going to kill me for flirting with you.”

“Man, what did they give you? Holy shit. You’re married to me, asshole. You’re my husband.”

Steve’s eyes get so big that Sam’s actually afraid they might just fall out of his head. “We’re married!?”

“Yes, Steve. We’re married.”

“It’s me?! You’re my husband?! I get to kiss on you! I have an angel for a husband!” Steve’s body starts to practically melt back into the hospital bed. He keeps a tight hold on Sam’s hand and closes his eyes. “How did I pull that one off?”

Sam brings their joined hands up to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to Steve’s knuckles. “I have no idea.”

❤ HAPPY NEW YEAR ❤

Finally got to do a quick Yurio drawing! Unfortunately I tried to go for a low light but colorful look so.. his blonde hair looks more brown here heh. Anyways, 2016 was a very trying year for me (and for many other people as well), but I’m also so glad that there were things like YOI and tumblr to help make everything a little better. Here’s to 2017! Take care everyone!

*edit* I will get to the ASKS as soon as I can! >_< Thanks for your patience guys ahhhh

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Stardew Valley Art Dump Part 1!!!!! After cleaning up my art folder I realized I had so much SV art I never posted so here are a few!!! I kinda wanna finish a few of them ;o; The pics have their own captions for what I was thinking when I was drawing them! Please excuse me if I accidently repost any drawings without knowing :8

you are my sunshine (i tried)

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

Error felt at ease with the soft sound of inks voice filling his ears(?) in a calming matter. Error was laying on his back with his head in inks lap slowly getting rocked back and forward while ink was sing a familiar tune which seemed to put all errors nerves into a relaxed mode as he just laid there with his eyes closed listening to the voice he loved most.

You make me happy when skies are gray

error wanted to smile at the cheesy song ink was singing maybe tease him about it a little. But when he tried to open his mouth words didn’t come out, only a little whimper got escape his teeth. Error frowned. why couldn’t he speak? and why did he throat hurt? Error thought to himself as he started noticing the burning feeling at the bottom of his neck which was slowly making its way up to his mouth.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Error tried to move so he could get up and maybe get a drink but he could only move his fingers and maybe lift his arms a little. He felt heavy so heavy what’s going on? Ink why can’t I move?  He tried again so speak, to move, anything but all he could do was open his eyes a little and see inks blurry from above him.

Please don’t take my sunshine aw-ay

his voice broke on the last word, followed by a soft sob which were slowly growing louder and louder. Was ink … crying? Error started panicking a little now, ink almost never cried. Ink starts mumbling soft words in between his sobs, error could only make out few of the words. “I’m … sorry ……… error ….. hang ……. say…….don’t die” die? Was somebody dying? Is that why in was crying? Oke stupid question that was probably what was going on, but who how could be the person ink would cry over like this? … unless

The it hit error, memories came flooding back into his mind. The argument between them, ink going after error, hiding in another au not wanting to confront ink, the angry people wanting error away, the mean words, not being able to escape, the hit.

Error was dying.      

No.

No, he can’t. he doesn’t want to die, not jet. Fear took over errors senses, fear of leaving this world alone, fear of leaving ink alone. He doesn’t want to go now he finally has something to hold dear.

He tried to move again, to reach up or get a hold on something, anything. but he only became painfully aware of how numb his body really was, like every body part was asleep and never walking up again with a thick heavy blanket over himself that he couldn’t push of. And it was slowly getting worse, starting by his toots making its way up bit by bit.

Ink must have noticed how error was struggling, because he gently lifted his head out of his lap careful not to jolts him and moved him a bit higher up to his face, this way error could see ink clearly even though at that moment he wish he couldn’t.

Inks face did bring a sense of clam over error but a wave of sadness as well. Ink had his eyes almost closed, tears constantly seeping out from the little space they could and slowly making their way down his cheeks dripping into his scarf and sometimes on error.

With his the little energy he had error tried to speak again, maybe now he was closer to ink he could actually hear him. So he opened his mouth and spoke in a breathy barely audibly voice.

“ink”

Inks eyes snapped open looking down to error with big eyes as if he couldn’t believe he was still alive much less speaking to him.

“error you’re awake”

Ink spoke in a voice that didn’t really fit him. A sad one like there was no hope anymore, error didn’t like this voice on him.

“why do you sound so sad?”

Error tried his best to speak clearly but it just tired him out faster, he needed to be more careful picking his words.

“b-because” ink paused a for a minute looking for the right words to say. “because I don’t know what to do error” another sob followed by some fresh tears going down his cheeks.

“please don’t die don’t leave me alone error” ink got out between hiccups and heavy breaths trying to get his breathing under control so he could speak clearly.

Error tried to get the last of his strength together and raised his hand a little up to inks face but right when he got his hand halfway up it almost fell down again if it wasn’t for ink taking a hold of it and bring it up to his face.

He gently Pressed errors hand against his cheek, nuzzling into it a little. making sure to keep it there as long as he could. “please” ink murmured in a small voice “I don’t want to be alone again”.

Error didn’t know what to say, but then what do you say when you’re dying in your “boyfriends” arms. “hey it’s going to be oke” nailed it. (nice one error)

Ink chuckled, he acutely chuckled. “you really aren’t the best with words error” error had to agree with that one “I know” he murmured weakly.

His voice was growing more and more tired, Like his body was growing more and more limp and right now both ink and error are well known of that fact. All there is to it is to say goodbye now.

“hey skittles” ink let out an amused breath at the nickname “yeah?” error took a deep breath “can you do me a favour?” error slowly moved his thump over inks cheek bone gently wiping away some of the tears that were still flowing down.

“of course what is it?” the numb feeling was at errors waist now (work with me here) but he managed to show a little smile “remember me oke”  inks eyes widened a little “w-what do you mean I’m no…” his words got cut of but error covering his mouth.

“sing with me”

Error started humming the same tune ink was sing to error a little while ago. It was low and maybe a bit raspy but ink could still hear error was starting where he left of so he didn’t want to take this away from error and started singing again.

You told me once, dear, you really loved me

Error smiled, inks voice once again putting his nerves to ease.

He kept humming.

And no one else could come between.

The numbness was taking over fully now, he could feel himself slowly disappear.

He was still humming.

But now you’ve left me and love another.

Error stopped humming.

You have shattered all of my dreams.

His hand fell but never hit the ground.

You are…

 “goodbye ink…. I love you”

 A loud cry slipped from inks teeth he clutched errors jacket against his chest pressing his nose (?) into the only thing there’s left of him now.

 “I won’t forget error” he cried into the jacket careful, to not let his tears black tears stain the fabric.

 “I promise”

 “I love you too”  

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well this took me a lot longer the i wanted but yeah stuff happens

anyway here you go this is dased around a drawing you made sorry i can’t really rememder which one it was

sorry for the mistakes hope you like it

Submitted by  idk-likesomeone

Unu says: OMG THIS. I CRIED. I GENUINELY CRIED. IDK HOW BUT YOU DID IT. GOOD JOB! THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE THIS ONE!

Cute Coupley Things with Peter Parker

Warnings: fluffy, fluuuffffff, cuteness overload, gets a little steamy at the end. (Peter is about SEVENTEEN in these headcanons. I’m not really comfortable writing anything to smutty if he’s FIFTEEN)

A/n: After How You’d End Up Dating Peter Parker got such a great response I decide to make another one! 

Don’t worry, next chapter of Uncharted is coming tomorrow !


Originally posted by thedesire

Everything about being with him would make you smile. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you haven’t stopped smiling. Neither has he.

  • He gives you that 100 mile stare, where he’s looking at you, but past you at the same time, as if with his eyes he’s saying she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and she’s mine.

  • At first you’re both really shy.

  • Like it’s all soft touches, hand brushing and sitting really close to each other. 
cUTEEEEE

  • Than it slowly escalates.

  • The first time you hold hands was at school, in the hallway, Flash picks on him but says something to you. :’Look, Penis Parker has a girlfriend! Bet she’s being paid.” And Peter is about to beat this little shit into the ground, but you lace your fingers through his and he looks at you for a moment before pulling you away.

  • He’d always wait for you at your locker. Or if you made it first he’d slip his arms around your waist and snuggle into your shoulder.

  • Your first date is at the Thai Place. And he internally tells you that he larbs you.

  • You’re constantly playing footsie under the table

  • You’re goal in life is to make him blush, because it’s the most adorable thing on the planet.

  • Anything.

  • You’ll discreetly smack his ass in public.

  •  Kiss him senseless at school.

  • Slip your hand in the back pocket of his jeans

  • “(y/n)! We’re at school!!”

  • “But you like it”

  • “Ya I do.”

  • Slipping your hand under his shirt and running your hands over his abs.
Because Peter might look all cuddly, but he is one fit sonofabitch. 

  • Running your hands through his hair

  • You stealing his shirts and sweaters

  • Him not saying anything because he thinks you look better in his clothes than he does himself. 

  • So, he deliberately gives you his hoodies.

  • “Are you cold? Here take this.
tbh what i actually want in an s/o

  • Going around town to find cute coffee shops as dates

  • “LOOK (Y/n)! ThiS oNE hAS caTs”

  • Whenever he has to keep it PG at school or with Aunt May, he either always has a hand on the small of your back or he grabs one of your hands and kisses your knuckles. 

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure


  • Ned and MJ rolling their eyes at your PDA, but honestly happy for you guys, because Peter seems so much happier.


  • Peter being insecure, wondering if he deserved you, because he’s always so busy being SpiderMan even if he tried making time for you.


  • “Because… Because, you could have someone else. Someone who won’t just up and leave, someone who isn’t such a burden, who doesn’t come back bloody and bruised. You don’t—”
  • “Peter, shut up. You’re all I need. You’re perfect and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.”


Gross sobbing on my part tbh


  • ALSO that’s the first time you say I love you.
  • Him responding with :” God, I love you so much, (y/n), you have no idea.”
  • “I think I do”
  • Staying at his place after a study night and having a lazy morning. (Aunt May had to work really early *wink* *wink*)
  • Him waking up first and making you breakfast.
  • Pancakes with smiley faces because that’s how Aunt May made them for Peter.


  • Cuddling
  • So much cuddling
  • Sometimes you’re the little spoon
  • Sometimes you’re the big spoon
  • There were days where you’d lay on top of him, your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist


  • Movie nights always ended up with you falling asleep straddling him with you holding him tightly against your body
  • He’d carry you to bed easily.


  • “GODDAMIT PETER PUT A SHIRT ON I CAN”T CONCENTRATE “


  • And so the war begins. Trying to make one another as flustered as possible.

Which ends up with him popping a boner more than once cuz Peter is still a smol bb

  • Peter slipping a hand on your inner thigh.
  • Etc. Etc. Etc.
  • Neck kisses

Originally posted by scrittoapenna

  • Peter is surprisingly fond of hickeys but he won’t admit that. 


  • jEaLOus / pOssESsiVE PEtER
  • One day you’ll be at one of Liz’s parties and Peter would leave you alone to get some drinks.
  • Some asshole tries to hit on you, but you deflect his bullshit. At some point he still doesn’t give up and starts touching your arms and trying to lay his grotesque hands on your body
  • As you push him back, Peter comes barrelling in. 
  • “WHAT GIVES YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT TO TOUCH MY GIRL LIKE THAT? HUH?” 
  • your smol bean just went from 0 to 100 real fkn quick.
  • tbh you’re kind of turned on. I mean… MY GIRL


  • You’d get back home and he’d probably will pin you to the wall. (p.s: Aunt May isn’t home)


  • Worship!Kink


  • Pet names
  • pET nAMES

For you

  • Darling
  • Love
  • ANgel

For him

  • Petey
  • Babe
  • Baby
  • DUmbass

All in all, you guys love each other so much, it’s blinding. 

master-sass-blast  asked:

Right. So. Might be mildly addicted to your 'Gods and Monsters' series. Definitely need an intervention, but I'll prolly ignore that anyway, so... anyway, can you do something with Zeus and Hera? I've always thought it was massively whack that the goddess of fidelity was with --according to Greek mythos--one of the biggest adulterers on Olympus. Definitely smelling a bit of an abusive relationship there, if you catch my drift... okay byeeeee

Hera, the young goddess of marriage and family, is only unfaithful to her husband once.

She seduces Zeus first, right as the war ends and they’re all pain and ash and thrumming with the excitement of victory. She smiles just so and touches his bloody chest, her hand pale against the dark copper of his skin and, and when he looks at her his eyes spark with the lightning he so easily commands. She is named his wife that very night, her body littered with bruises from his rough, eager hands, and she tells herself the bile at the back of her throat tastes like victory.

She is queen of the gods. This is what she wants.

They’ve all claimed their domains and gone their separate ways, Demeter to the earth, Hades to the underworld, and Hestia to Olympus where they plan to build their palace. But Poseidon still lingers. “Don’t you have an ocean to conquer?” she asks.

He looks at her, then behind her to where Zeus is busy sketching plans for Olympus. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, “you – you can come with me if you want. Or I’m sure Hades would take you.”

Hera has no time for Poseidon and his soft heart. “I will only belong to the best,” she says, tossing her head so her crown of curls fall over her shoulder. “You should go. You have work to do.”

“There are more important things than power,” he says uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

“No,” she says, “there aren’t.”

~

Hera would not mind Zeus’s women so much if they were not constantly giving him children, something she has been unable to do.

She is an obedient wife. She does not turn her powers against him, and she’s tolerant of his mortals at first, but the longer she is empty of child the less patience she has. How can she be the goddess of family without one of her own?

Her spite gets in her way, and she hurls every kind of obstacle and curse she can at the woman her husband lies with. At first he is angry with her, and bruises litter her throat and wrists. Then, as her wrath and powers grow, he is afraid of her. He watches her warily, sneaking to the mortal realm when before he wouldn’t even try to hide it. He submits when she pins him to the bed and rides him hard, desperate for a child of his, desperate to fulfill the perfect image of wife and mother she’s built for herself.

No matter her magic, no matter how many times they lie together, Hera does not get with child.

She goes to Hestia, and her sister presses a hand to her stomach and purses her lips and says, “Must it be his child?”

Hera stares. She’s the goddess of marriage and family. She is not capable of infidelity. “I – I can’t.”

“Just once,” Hestia says, “the problem is not with you, nor with him, clearly. Only the combination of you both. Lie with any other man, and you will have your child.”

So Hera, just once, puts on a disguise and goes to the mortal realm. She finds a man with skin darker than Zeus’s, a rich warm brown that matches his soft eyes. She lies with him, and it hurts. He is kind and patient and kisses the edge of her jaw, her shoulders, her navel. But to be unfaithful grates against her very nature as a goddess, and every moment is agony. He finishes, his mouth whispering kind things against her own, and she leaves as soon as she can.

It works. She becomes round with child, and is happier than she’s been in a long time. She does not mind Zeus’s mortals, and he even becomes kinder while the baby grows inside of her. His hands become softer, and he spends less time away from Olympus.

The baby is born, and Zeus is furious.

The child is too dark to be his, and he tears it from Hera’s hands while she lies exhausted from the birth. “What do you care?” she cries, struggling to stand, “You have dozens of children. What does it matter if I have one?”

He holds the baby in one hand and grabs her jaw with the other, pulling her to her knees. “You are my wife,” he hisses, “the goddess of marriage and family. You will have my child, or no child at all.”

He throws the baby from Mount Olympus. Hera screams, pushing herself away from him and attempting to jump after it. Zeus catches her around the waist, and with a crackle of power and roar of rage, he sends a lightning bolt after the baby.

The child may have survived the fall, but not the lightning.

“NO!” Hera screeches, clawing at his arm as she struggles to escape his grasp. Normally she’s not this helpless against him, but delivering her baby has left her weaker than she’s ever been before.

He presses the flat of his hand against her swollen womb, adding pressure until she cries out in pain and tries to squirm away from him. “My child,” he repeats, voice low and terrible, “or no child at all.”

He lets her go, and she collapses, grasping out a hand over the edge of Olympus. But the blood between her thighs is still wet, and she can’t find the energy to stand. She wonders if she’ll have to crawl down the mountain to retrieve her baby’s corpse.

“Sister!” Soft hands grab her shoulder and gently roll her onto her back. Hestia’s face fills her vision, and Hera has never seen the older goddess of hearth and fire look so cold. “I’ll kill him,” she says, hands hovering over Hera like she’s not sure where to begin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t think he would – I didn’t think.”

Hera curls on her side until she can place her head in her sister’s lap. She’s not sobbing anymore, she’s never been one to fall into hysterics, but she can’t stop crying, a steady stream of tears dripping silently down her face. Hestia runs trembling hands through her hair. “Don’t,” she whispers, “I did this, this is my fault. I – I should have known better.”

Hestia’s hand cup her face, leaning over so she can look her in the eye. “This is not your fault.”

Her sister stands and picks her up in her arms. Hera tries to tell her to put her down, that Zeus will be angry if she leaves, that she did this to herself. But she falls unconscious before she can get any of it out.

~

Hera awakens someplace soft and warm. She opens her eyes, and she’s inside Hades’s palace. Her confusion lasts only until her memories come rushing back, and then she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stop herself from crying out.

“Hestia brought you here. She’s returned to Olympus to cover for you both. Do not worry – Zeus doesn’t know where you are.” She turns her head, and sees the goddess of magic at her side. Hecate smiles, “I have mended you, do not worry. All is well.”

All is not well. That statement is so far from true, and her instant urge is to crush Hecate to dust for the audacity. Before she can make up her mind one way or the other, there’s a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal her elder brother. “I have something that belongs to you,” he says, and Here focuses on the bundle in the crook of his elbow.

Her baby’s corpse. She’s relieved someone thought to get it. Her heart feels like lead, and all the control she’d had over her emotions is gone instantly. She hopes they’ll leave her alone to hold the body of her child and weep.

Hades gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, and Hecate rises to help Hera prop herself up so she’s at least sitting. “He’s a strong little thing,” Hades says, and Hera doesn’t understand.

Then a warm, wriggling baby is placed in her arms. He’s got great big eyes and his mouth splits into a toothless grin when he sees her. “He’s alive,” she says numbly.

“Not without sacrifice,” Hecate says softly, and reaches over to undo the blanket he’s swaddled in.

Her son has no legs below his knees.

“Zeus’s lightning bolt didn’t kill him, but we cannot return what was lost,” Hades says, pained. “When he’s older, maybe we can do something, give him something in place of legs. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.”

The king of the underworld is the most powerful god after her husband. Hera knows that, even if Zeus doesn’t. If Hades can’t do anything about her son’s legs, then no can. But he’s alive, Zeus didn’t manage to kill him, and Hera finds herself so grateful that she’s holding a smiling, living child that she can’t be anything but relieved. Her son is alive, and happy. He doesn’t need legs.

“I can’t bring him back to Olympus,” she looks up at them, “Can you find someone to raise him? Someone you trust?”

She doesn’t trust anyone, so it can’t be her choosing.

“You’re going back to him?” Hecate demands, “Hestia said – but I thought for sure – you don’t have to! Don’t go back to him!”

“I must,” she holds her son to her chest, and he reaches out with chubby hands to tug at her hair. “I am the goddess of marriage, and he is my husband.”

Hecate stares, aghast. “Don’t – don’t, Hera. Please. Stay here. Hades will protect you.”

She looks up at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow. He would protect her, he would put himself in between her and Zeus’s wrath if she asked him to. But she won’t, and she thinks he knows it. She says, “I am Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. I am the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. I am Hera, queen of the gods.” She looks down at her son, and her heart clenches, because for now a title that cannot be afforded to her is that of mother. “I will not abandon my dominion, nor my husband. I will return to Mount Olympus.”

“But you don’t love him,” Hecate says helplessly.

Hera stares, baffled that anyone could think her marriage had anything to do with love. “Of course not. But this isn’t about love. It’s about power.”

The goddess of magic swallows, then says, “I will raise him.”

Even Hades is surprised by that. “Hecate?”

“I will raise him,” she repeats, “He will stay with me, safe in the underworld where Zeus cannot find him, until he’s old enough and strong enough to protect himself.”

“Thank you,” Hera says, and lowers her head enough to kiss the top of her son’s head. “Tell him that I’m the one that threw him from Olympus.” When she looks up, Hades is resigned while Hecate looks on in horror. “Tell him, tell everyone. I gave birth to a hideous son, and I threw him from Olympus. His legs were crushed in the fall. I did this. Zeus tried to stop me, but could not.”

“Why?” Hecate asks.

Hera smiles down at her son, her heart full with a helpless sort of love. “So that when he ventures from the safety of the underworld, Zeus will have no reason to hurt him. So that when he comes to Olympus, Zeus will be unable to hurt him without explaining he was the one that tried to kill him in the first place.” She runs the back of her finger down his cheek, and he grabs it, his little fist holding onto her. “Blame me, and he will be safe.”

Hecate looks like she wants to argue. Hades puts a hand on her shoulder and asks Hera, “What’s his name?”

Her son smiles, and tugs at her hand, the beginnings of a giggle gurgling in his throat.

“His name is Hephaestus.”

~

When she returns, she no longer has any patience for Zeus’s mortals. When before she had only inconvenienced them, now she’s not playing any games. Those that do not die end up wishing they had, and she’s especially vindictive to any mortal carrying her husband’s child.

She sits on her throne, waiting, a smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

Zeus barges in and charges towards her. He’s so angry smoke is rising off his skin. “You,” he hisses, “this is your doing.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, unflinching when he slams his hands on either side of her head, crushing the back of her throne with the force of it.

“She and the children are dead,” he snarls, “my children are dead! I know this is your doing, it reeks of your handiwork.”

Hera slides forward to the edge of her throne, their faces nearly touching, and spreads her legs. He flexes his hands, because even at his most furious he still wants her. She is his wife and his queen. She banishes her clothing so she’s spread out before him, hair piled high and jewelry glinting around her neck. “What are you going to do about it?”

He kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Hera crosses her legs around his back, urging him closer. “Why are you doing this?” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, because he hates her even as he loves her, hates her because he loves her, and loves her because he hates her.

She waits until he’s inside her to lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “My child, or no child at all, husband.”

When he breaks her skin with his teeth, she only laughs.

They do this to each other. Maybe they are meant to be together.


gods and monsters series part xv

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Joker Imagine: Harassed

Anonymous said:Can you do a story where the reader is going out with mr j and she wonders off in a club and a group of guys harass her and she’s innocent and just scared and Mr j goes crazy and protects her and just yea that’d be amazing and some Mr j fluff in it 😜


Originally posted by harleenfrancesqvinzel


J and you were at his club, trying to have a good time after a stressful week. It was Saturday night so the place was absolutely packed! ‘’I’m gonna grab a drink’’ You told your boyfriend and stood up from his lap. He slapped your bum gently just so the other man around saw that you were his and they would better not touch you. ‘’Be back soon or I’ll miss ya’’ He winked cheesily as you walked off.

It took a little while to get to the bar while avoiding drunk people. Just as you sat down on a bar stool and patiently waited for the bartender’s so come to you when they’re finished, some guys sat around you. It was strange that J fell for you because most of the time you were nice and kind. But sometimes your head just got all messed up and you could do awful things, but that was rare.

The man leaned towards you and one even stood behind you so you couldn’t escape. ‘’Hi sexy’’ One of them with a dirty smile winked. He had messy hair and alcohol on his shirt. They all stunk like ass. ‘’I have a boyfriend’’ You defended yourself and nervously tapped your fingers on the counter.’’Oh he doesn’t have to know. Let’s have some fun!’’ Another one chuckled and touched your back. Your breath hitched in your throat and you got nervous.

‘’Leave me alone’’ You tried to warn them. After all if they would continue, J would kill them - no doubt. ‘’Don’t be fucking boring’’ The same voice said again and suddenly you were pulled off of the chair. The men practically dragged you away from the bar, making you so panicked that you forgot what self-defence was. ‘’H-Hey!’’ You tried to yell, but the music was so loud that your voice drowned in it. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall harshly and you hit your head.

‘’I bet you have such a tight little cunt’’One of them said, but you were so scared that you couldn’t recognize who the voice belonged to. Your heart stammered in your chest and you wanted to cry. A hand touched your inner thigh and that’s when you felt tears stinging your eyes. ‘’Let me go!’’ You insisted and desperately tried to yank yourself free from their strong arms, but it was useless.

The hand rose and touched the lining of your panties, making the tears fall from your eyes. ‘’Stop!’’ You begged and wondered how no one saw this? On the other hand the three were towering above you, making it hard to see you. Before they could do anything else, you heard at least three gunshots and the person right in front of you, the one touching you, fell onto the floor. The other two stood there and turned white as sheets when they saw their friend dead.

Joker had noticed this and come to your rescue.

‘’Walk away baby this won’t be pretty’’ He growled and you saw two of his henchmen behind him. Two other henchmen walked up to the rest of the harassers and they were held tightly, not allowed to escape. Fear sunk into their faces and they knew they had fucked up real bad.

You walked away from the wall and watched you step so you wouldn’t step on the dead man. Tears gushed down your eyes and you were trembling. J nodded to his henchman Frost who then put his arm on your shoulder in a comforting way. Suddenly J walked up to the guy that had been on yout left side. ‘’You did something really dumb’’ J growled in his face madly. The people around you knew what was going on, but no one dared to step in whatsoever. 

‘’I-I’m sorry!’’ The man cried out in pure fear, but sorry wasn’t enough. Joker kneed his crotch and a painful yelp escaped his lips. J repeated the action and horror grew on the other guy’s face.  You watched as he started beating the guy like a maniac as the henchman hold the guy. ‘’No one..’’ J started and held onto his jaw tightly. ‘’..disrespects my queen like that!’’ He finished angrily and punched the man straight in the face andyou  could hear his nose breaking. It made me sick in the stomach.

A sob made Frost look at you again.You covered your mouth with your hands and tried to stay calm, but you were still shocked. Everything happened so fast. You felt disgusting since the guy had touched you there. ‘’Frost do me a favour and take her to my office. I bet she doesn’t want to see the rest’’ J sighed and faced you with his back, clothed with a golden jacket. Frost replied with a ‘’yes sir’’ and then started walking away with you beside him. People stepped out of the way as Frost took me towards the hall where there was an elevator.

As soon as you two got in the elevator, silence fell over. Tears were ruining your make-up and you kept trembling. ‘’I’m sorry miss’’ Frost apologized softly. He was one of J’s most trusted men so you had talked to him a lot. You just nodded and then wiped away some tears which was useless. The doors slid open and you walked to the left until you were behind a black door. ‘’J’s r-really mad’’You whimpered and sat down on a big chair that was in J’s office. Frost nodded shortly.

‘’He flipped the table when he was told what was going on’’ Frost let you know. You looked at him silently. J really cared about you which was weird. Why? ‘’Do you want anything? Water?’’ Frost suggested and saw how uncomfortable you looked. ‘’No thanks’’ You mumbled and then bit the inside of your cheek to hold back cries. 

A few minutes later the door opened and J walked back. His clothes were bloody and his knuckles were already bruising. He seemed pissed as hell. When he saw you sitting there, he hurried to you. 

‘’Oh baby..’’ He breathed out and put his warm hands on your arms and then got on his knees in front of you. He seemed relieved to see you there after beating people up.  You put your hand on his and tried to stay calm. ‘’Thanks Frost’’ J muttered and a second later he walked out, leaving you two alone. That’s when tears started to run down your cheeks again.’’Oh baby..don’t you cry..They can’t do anything to you anymore’’ He promised and gathered himself. He picked you up and then sat on the chair and placed you on his lap. 

‘’I’m sorry..I-I don’t know what happened..’’ You whimpered, still scared of the situation. J wrapped his arms around you softly. ‘’Shh..It’s not your fault’’ He reminded you with a calmer voice and started rubbing your back gently like you were as fragile as a feather. You nuzzled closer to him and then his scent calmed you down. You were safe with him