i wanted to steal that ring

Pixelberry Choices Ads

So I saw that an anon asked @hollyashton​ about a master post containing all of those weird Pixelberry ads. Yeah, those ones, the really misleading ones. I don’t think I have them all, but I have been taking screenshots every time I see one, so here’s what I have for anyone interested!

Which ones do you think are the worst/funniest? Are there any that you want to see made into a book?

Starved pt 3

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Chapter Notes: This one will be heavy angst, guys, and probably pretty upsetting, but it is the dark night before the dawn, I promise. I will do my best to have Chapter 4 up as quickly as possible, too. <3 

CW: Yelling, anger, graphic descriptions of panic attacks, self-loathing, self-deprecating thoughts, depression, crying, swearing

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The doll worked.

The others were still being weirdly affectionate with him–still giving him the occasional little touches that made his chest ache and set his skin on fire–but the doll soothed them. When he crawled into bed and snuggled into its embrace, the ache eased. Not all the way, but…well, that was always going to be true. He’d grown to accept that there would probably never be a perfect substitute for a real hug, but as far as he was concerned, this was close enough. 

And besides, he’d never have to know the difference.

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I was only going to write one sentence on this, but guess what happened.

Neil’s phone won’t stop ringing.

He’s had a tough day at the court, and all he wants to do is lounge around on the couch with Andrew and steal spoonfuls of his ice cream, but someone clearly has other ideas.

Nicky, the caller ID says.

Neil groans, but picks up the phone lazily, putting it on speaker before dropping it back onto the coffee table.

“Finally!” shouts Nicky, sounding exasperated. “Do you know what time it is where I am? I’ll tell you. It’s 2am.”

Neil rolls his eyes. “Nicky, you called me.”

“And I’ve called you fifteen times already. Learn to pick up your phone.”

“For once, I agree with him,” says Andrew, shoving Sir away from his ice cream with one hand as he holds his spoon aloft with the other.

“What’s up, Nicky?” asks Neil, making a grabbing motion at Andrew’s phone. Andrew sticks the spoon in his mouth and hands the device over with a roll of his eyes.

“I saw something online the other day,” Nicky’s saying. “It went viral.”

“Hm?” asks Neil, only half listening as he snaps a picture of Sir trying to reach for Andrew’s ice cream tub and starts to type out a caption.

He freezes a second later when Nicky shrieks, “Why didn’t you tell me you had an Instagram account for your cats?!”

“Uh, it’s not mine?”

“Don’t lie to me Neil, I could recognise those balls of fluff anywhere.”

Neil looks to Andrew, who shrugs and goes back to his ice cream, shooting King a glare where she’s peeking out from under an armchair, tail swishing wildly.

“It’s Andrew’s account,” says Neil with a sigh. “I’m posting from his phone right now.”

Nicky’s silent for a moment, then, “Andrew - Andrew - made an Instagram account for your cats. And posts from it. You’re joking. He doesn’t even use his own Twitter.”

“Say that to my face,” deadpans Andrew, but Neil can see a spark of mirth in his eyes.

“On second thought,” says Nicky. “I’m keeping Erik up. I’m going to go to sleep.”

“Gute Nacht,” chorus Andrew and Neil in sync, and Neil grins as he ends the call, finishes off the caption, and posts the photo. It accumulates five hundred likes in a matter of seconds. Nicky is among them.

“I can’t believe he hasn’t found your private Twitter account yet,” says Neil, grabbing Sir and cradling him in his lap.

Andrew’s lips twitch the slightest amount. “I give it a month.”

anonymous asked:

Domestic jupeter headcanons?

  • it is cold on mars, and peter a) doesn’t own many warm socks and b) is a thief. so he just steals juno’s, which has the added benefit of forcing juno to buy new socks and do his laundry a little more often because before that peter was complaining constantly about the state of the socks which he had stolen, peter
  • when peter has a place he’s actually returning to, he becomes a squirrel. there are caches of various tools and clothes and food items everywhere in juno’s apartment. it is actually kind of a problem. there are knives in the couch, peter. peter.
  • “I can’t take you anywhere,” juno says, somewhat impressed, as peter empties at least four tables’ worth of silverware from the restaurant they went to out of his pockets (and also a doorknob, and a dog collar, and someone’s wallet, which juno makes him return.)
  • peter is, so far unsuccessfully, trying to teach juno to break out of handcuffs (it doesn’t help that juno probably enjoys being in the handcuffs a little too much)
  • they flirt by bickering
  • constantly
  • “can you please stop feeding every animal that shows up on the fire escape?” - juno, frequently
  • “when you buy some groceries worth feeding to a human being, darling,” - peter, usually
  • peter thinks juno’s penchant for tasteless art is the single funniest, most endearing thing he’s ever seen. he occasionally shows up with pieces whose previous owners are probably glad to see them gone. juno is equally touched and annoyed that his boyfriend wants him to hang stolen goods on his walls
  • juno gets back at peter for stealing his stuff (like his toothbrush, and his last expired PI license, and his socks) by pilfering peter’s jewelry, mostly stud earrings and any rings that look like they could break a nose. peter retaliates by painting juno’s nails when he has things he needs to be doing with his hands
  • casual touches!!! all the time!!!
  • c a s u a l  k i s s e s
  • “move out of the doorway I need to get through” “not until you kiss me”
  • peter is always careful to be uncharacteristically loud when he’s approaching on juno’s blind side so that he doesn’t surprise him
  • living with juno is basically like living with an alcoholic cat, including the bits where the cat starts running around like a maniac for no reason and then stares at the wall for three hours
  • peter’s good at expressing affection through words and gifts. juno gravitates more towards doing things for and with peter.
  • juno starts cooking a lot more often. he was always good at it and now he makes a bit more of an effort, getting rita to help him scrounge up recipes from places peter has mentioned he’s visited, places he’s mentioned he wants to. he doesn’t want hyperion city to close in too much around peter, does his best to bring a little of the universe in.
  • juno is exactly the right height that peter can sneak up behind him while he’s cooking and put his chin on top of juno’s head, like the smug gangle he is
  • peter usually enters via the windows (there are so many cameras at street level). this makes juno yell a lot
  • they honestly just like being together and sitting on the sofa half on top of one another and swapping stories for hours
Preference "How they propose to you"

(YAY ALL OF THEM BABY BOYS AND GURLS BEING FLOFFY! YES! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-He’d ask you to marry him the instant you’d risk your life for him and would do it with a huge ass smile. He’d be so impressed and feel so loved that it would slip from his lips. It would come out all wrong and weird but his smile and laughter would make you feel the same as him. As he’d recollect himself, he’d make it right to you by getting you a proper ring later on. “Woah…Fuck me…No! I mean marry me…Wait I mean…Will you marry me? Yes, are you going to marry me?! As in be mine forever…I’m serious, Y/N…”

Daryl-He’d ask you to marry him by surprising you at your house with the same flowers he had gotten you when you first sought comfort. He knew from the start that they had brought you both together and what better than to make it mean something even more by asking you to marry him with them. Although, in his heart he knew your answer to the question, he would still be nervous about it until you say “Yes”. “Y-Y/N…I-I was wondering…If…You’d like…To marry me…”

Rick-He’d ask you to marry him as you were both on the road alone and were having a meal together. For so many days, he would drag out your stay outside, just to have all his time with you as well as find the right moment to pop the question. As you’d eat together and laugh, he’d realize each moment was perfect with you and would grab your hand to make you look in his eyes, before smiling and popping the question. “Y/N…You know how much I want to spend my life with you…So…Will you marry me?”

Merle-He’d ask you to marry him as he’d look at you cleaning your shared cell. He’d come to realize how much you mean to him and how much he doesn’t ever want to be without you, making the idea of marriage just pop in his head. He’d get a rather soft and serious tone as he’d call you to make you look at him, only to get nervous but smile he pops the question, making you jump to hold him. “Y/N…Do you know how much I need you in my life? So much…That i’m asking you to marry me…”

Glenn-He’d ask you to marry him by getting the approval of your friends and family first before surprising you. Knowing how much they mean to you, he’d want to let them know that he’d take care of you and that from now they were his family as well. Afterwards, he’d pop the question, calmly as he takes a good look at you, while you were laying in bed together and reminiscing about how you met and what you’ve gone through. “Y/N…I know we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together…but still…I have to ask you…Will you marry me?”

Carl-He’d ask you to marry him by making you promise to stay with him forever as you’d sit outside the walls reading together. Despite your young age, knowing how much he felt for you, he’d want you to promise him to stay by his side as he would for you, and would grab your hand to suddenly let you know of his feelings. “Y/N…I know we’re both young…but I know I want to be with you forever…So let’s make a promise to marry each other…”

The Governor-He’d ask you to marry him by getting down on his knee as you’d sit by the garden he had been working on with you. He’d spend the beautiful day, talking and eating with you, slowly realizing that his plans are going just as he wanted. Suddenly, he’d pretend to get himself dirty on accident and run inside to get “change”, only to walk out with a ring and lowers himself as he’d get close enough to you. “I’m sorry about the little lie…But Y/N…Will you make me…the happiest man and marry me…”

Abraham-He’d ask you to marry him by casually dropping the question as you’d wake up from your nap. As you’d spend your day just cuddling together on the couch, the idea would come to his mind as you’d fall asleep in his arms and he realizes how much he needs you in his life. He’d wait for you to wake up and as you’d open your eyes, you’d feel him stroking your hair, making you look up to him and for him to calmly ask you the question. “Hey…Cutie…Y/N…I got something to ask you…Will you marry me…”

Eugene-He’d ask you to marry him by proposing to you with the ring he had been working on for so long while in the factory as you would barge in to see what he was up to. Preparing the surprise would end up consuming his time and it would make you worry that he was being unfaithful. As you’d surprise him, he would’ve finished it all and nervously bend his knee to pop the question. “Euh…Y-Y/N…I-I wanted to know…I-if you were interested into being my wife!”

Ron-He’d ask you to marry him by getting you a promise ring and surprising you with a visit to your house. He knew he wanted you to be his for the rest of his life and just had to be sure of a way to do so, as you were both rather young to get married so soon. With the help of his mom, they came up with the idea of a promise ring and decided to make it official with you. “I know we can’t get married yet…But Y/N…will you accept this as a promise to be with me…”

Jesus-He’d ask you to marry him by screaming out the question as he’d come to visit you during your guard shift at the walls of Alexandria. He’d just be so happy to have you in his life that the idea of proposing to you would come and certainly he had to let everyone know of his love for you. Without a hint of nervousness, he’d get your attention as he’d get closer to the gate and just smile as he asks you the question. “Y/N!!!! Hello! I just came by to ask you one thing today! And that is! Will you marry me?!”

Dwight-He’d ask you to marry him by waiting for you with some beer and pretzel in the first house you had gotten together. He’d realize how much you mean to him and would remember the first days you had moved in together and knew he had to make something special out of it. You’d end up finding several notes as clues as to where you should join him, only to find him sitting on the floor with the last note, asking you the question. “So…Y/N…What do you think? Please tell me it’s a yes…I worked hard…I even remembered the beer and pretzel!”

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CP bachelor AU: part 11

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10


Damen is sitting on the edge of the white satin bedspread. His hands are laced together; the left thumb is on top. Laurent, leaning against the safe harbour of the closed bedroom door, experiences a small moment of displacement in time. 

“Halvik is probably hugging herself right now thinking about your genetic material,” Laurent says. It’s the kind of thought that he’d usually keep on the other side of his brain-to-mouth filter, but he’s stopped caring what he says in front of Damen.


“Nothing. Never mind.” Laurent taps the heel of one shoe, thoughtful, against the door. “I can fix this.”

Damen says, with a hint of anger, “If you’re thinking–”

No,” Laurent says. “I can’t–I’m not going to force them to stick around and pretend not to be in love. Any idiot could see that would backfire. No. I can work with this, but the problem is the story. We could…all right, I can frame it as head versus heart: Jokaste as the strategic choice, the smarter pick for someone in your professional position–”

“I don’t want to marry Jokaste,” Damen says.

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Take your bad days with your good

 Requested by @ daisygonzalezmexican :  Hi ☺ Captain Boomerang imagine, after leaving Belle Reve, meets a girl (reader) and after a while he falls in love with her and decides to be a better person for her, she feels the same for him even though he knows who he really is but she does not judge him. Please and thanks ☺😊

 Pairing: Captain Boomerang (George Harkness) X Reader

 Word count: 815

 “Do not move, luv.” A low voice whispers in your hear while pulling you into an alley.

 With your heart pounding against your chest, you try to set free from his hands, but it’s useless. A dozen of police cars passes by, making him hold you tighter.

 “Please, just let me go.” You mutter as the man slowly lets go of you, keeping you close by grabbing your arm.

 “Don’t even try to run. I won’t hurt ya.”

 When you turn around to face him, you gasp. Captain Boomerang is well known in this city and you’ve heard a lot about him in the last few days. He just escaped from Belle Reve. Pushing his chest violently, you struggle to get away from him. Again, it’s useless.

 “Take me to ya place, would you?”

 “What? No!” You take a deep breath, planning to scream, but you feel a cold metal against your throat. “No! Please. I’ll take you there. You can hide for one night and then…”

 “Deal.” He barks, pulling you with him as he leaves the alley, looking around. “Tell me where to go.”

 You sit on your couch, drying your hair and pretending Captain Boomerang isn’t using your shower. He made you close all your windows and lock them. At least he gave you his bloody money to order something to eat. When you hear his footsteps, your heart beat increases. Only God knows what’s going through his head. Boomerang sits by your side, relaxing and focusing on the TV.

 “You’ll be leaving by mor…”

 “Shut up. I’m watching TV.” He gestures to the TV, making you raise your eyebrows.

 “My TV. Now you shut up.”

 You jump when someone knocks, Boomerang giving you an angry look that means you better not try anything. Sighing, you take the pizza and close the door softly. You run to the kitchen in order to take the bigger slice. When you’re about to cut it, Boomerang comes running, wrapping his hand around your waist and you can’t help but burst into laugh.

 “Ya’re ticklish, huh? Now I have somethin’ to use against ya.” He keeps tickling you, forcing you to lay down on the floor. “Will ya share our pizza equally, luv?”

 “Yes! Yes! Stop it! Please!” Yelling at him, you can see that he’s smiling too.

 You suddenly think about how his life has been. Boomerang is a villain and everything, but still, years locked up and being chased like a rat would damage anyone. There’s this feeling in your heart. Something you’ve never felt. What if you could change his life? Make him feel better, happy, even though all this chaos?

 “That’s fine then.” He stops tickling you so you get up, staring into his eyes.

 “You have a beautiful smile.” You whisper, noticing how Boomerang’s eyes are kind. “I like it.”

 “I wanna stay for a while.” His low voice sends shivers down your spine a brings a smile to your lips.

“That’s fine by me.”

 You hear someone downstairs and sit up straight. Boomerang isn’t on his place on your bed.

 After a few weeks, you got used to his presence. And it was good to have a man to fix whatever is broken.

 But this is the worse part of it. You run downstairs, almost tripping on the last step.

 “(Y/N)?” He calls your name, his voice making you jump, both hands covering your mouth.

 “Holy shit, Boomy.” Sighing, you hug his waist as he drops all the three backpacks he was holding. “Where did you go this time?”

 “Sorry, luv.” George lifts you from the ground, his tight grip taking your breath away. “I can’t help it.”

 When George finally told you his real name and told you everything about his story, he also promised to slow down on his villain life. But you never asked for that. On these past months, you slowly fell in love with him. With the man and with the villain.

 “I know. I told you I’d take your bad days with you good. I don’t want you to go back to prison.” Cupping his cheek, you peck his lips. “Just be careful. I don’t give a shit if you like stealing. I… I want you to stay free.”

 “Does that means ya don’t hate me anymore?”

 “No.” You sigh when the police cars pass by your street. “I want to be with you. Being a villain or not.”

 “I think we should move then.”

 “I bet we can with all the money you took.”

 “We move so ya can be my woman.” Pulling you close, he shows you a ring with a big diamond. “I want five kids, at least.”

 “Only five?” You giggle, taking a look at those backpacks he brought home. “Let’s get married. Then we can choose where to go and think about our kid’s names.”

 “Great idea, luv.”


Yami Bakura has Mai and Tea dialogue too! Going by Tea’s dialogue this seems to be after Ryou took the Ring back on the Battle City blimp in the manga. (But since he’s an NPC in-universe it doesn’t really matter XD;)

NPC Bakura is also a Weevil fanboy!

Mai: You’re Yugi’s……
Yami Bakura: Yeah. His friend.
Mai: ……I’ve been thinking for a long time that when you Duel, you look very cruel. Usually, you have such a cute face.
Yami Bakura: Hahahaha……. Thank you for your kind words.
Mai: ……Well, whatever. Anyway, let’s Duel! I’ll take everything I can get!
Yami Bakura: I like your spirit! That’s why you’re worth defeating! Hahahaha!

Tea: Bakura! You’re wearing the Millennium Ring again!?
Yami Bakura: Yeah. My host body can’t help stealing. Such a nuisance. Anyway, I only came this time to have fun. So don’t worry. Even if you lose, I won’t turn you into a doll. Hahahaha!
Tea: of course not! I never want to experience that again!

Yami Bakura: Hahahaha… I know you. Aren’t you the one who threw Yugi’s Exodia into the ocean?
Weevil: Wha….. You got a problem with me!
Yami Bakura: No no. I loved that you did something so horrible! You’ll do anything to win. That’s great! I should learn from you! Hahahaha!
Weevil: W……Well, yeah. Tee hee hee hee!
Yami Bakura: Unless you lose to me.
Weevil: Screeeeeam!!

Just the way you are

Sooo ! I wrote this for the wonderful @reioka! I really hope you like your wing fic! :)
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Tony groans and rolls back to his other side, but that hurts even more. He can’t lie on his back at all, so he turns onto his tummy. Better. But now he is awake anyway. “Good morning, Sir.” says Jarvis and Tony opens his eyes. 

“Define good.” Tony mutters into his pillow. God he doesn’t want to stand up, or get out of bed for that matter, but he has this meeting with Pepper and the executive board about the new arc reactor that he already used for the energy in the tower.

“The sun is shining, Sir.” answers Jarvis and without another warning he opens the blinds. Tony whines. Not that there was anyone who could hear it. Tony turns his head to his right and sighs.

Carefully he pets the cold side of the bed next to him. He wishes there would be someone to wake up to. Someone who would take him just the way he is.

“Sir?” asks Jarvis and Tony just nods. He sits up and hisses in pain, when his wings brush against the headboard of the bed.

His wings.

More like what is left of them.

“Which colour today, Sir?” asks Jarvis and opens Tony’s wardrobe. Tony stands up and goes over the wardrobe. Jarvis isn’t talking about his suits, shoes or even his sunglasses. 

He is asking Tony what wings he wants to wear today.

“Blue and white.” Tony whispers then and Jarvis pull the wings up. Tony bites his bottom lip and nods. They look beautiful. They were the first wings he made for himself…after…

The wings are a really light baby-blue and the tips are completely white.  If the sun shines on them, they are so bright that Tony can feel jealous stares on him when he wears them. Yeah they are beautiful.

But they aren’t real.

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Fake Engagement Ring and a Coffee Date (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: drabbles;

#2: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

#15: “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

#26: “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

Warnings: Inappropriate touching from a stranger, death threat with a gun, mentions of kidnapping,  theft

Word Count: 1,184

A/N: I’m sorry if it seems stupid for Peter to just reveal who he was just for a girl whom he just met.

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Streets of New York, in the daylight, seemed lively, amusing and full of adventures. However, as the sky went darker, the streets got more dangerous, especially, deserted alleys.

Y/N was walking alone in one of those forlorn streets when suddenly she heard a noise coming from her back. Considering how dirty the alley was, she assumed it was a rat or maybe even a cat. She kept walking, this time more rapidly. She didn’t stop until she heard another noise.

She turned around slowly, checked every corner of the alley to see if there was someone out there. She couldn’t see anything alive besides the cat which was sitting on the trash can behind her. She shrugged and kept walking; she knew it was quite dangerous to be out, all alone after midnight in a deserted alley in Queens.

All of a sudden, she felt someone tapping on her shoulder. She thought she was being paranoid, imagining things that weren’t actually happening. But when someone grabbed her from the waist and shut her mouth with their big hands, she knew something was actually off. She tried to scream, but the man’s hands were preventing her from doing so. (she realized it was a man from his hands)

“Shhh… Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I just wanted this,” the man laughed with joy, shoving Y/N’s engagement ring to her face. The man pulled his hand off from her face but was still holding her from the waist. “You can have anything you want, just let go of me!”           Y/N gasped loudly.

“Stop shouting little girl, we are not done yet. If someone hears us, I may have to use this,” The man pulled a gun out of his back pocket and shoved it to Y/N’s back. Y/N wanted to scream for help, but she knew the man would shoot her with a blink of an eye. She decided to be smart and give out everything she had so that she could survive. She prayed the man wasn’t lying, that he was actually going to let go of her.

The man started to search for anything precious Y/N may have been carrying so he checked her jacket first, couldn’t feel anything. When he started to touch her ass, Y/N jumped a bit and gasped silently,  but the man shoved his hand onto her lips and whispered: “I said, be quiet.”

Y/N was sobbing, she couldn’t control the tears streaming down her face anymore, she wanted him to find her wallet and go away. Just when the man found the wallet and whispered: “A-ha!” with a smirk on his face, he let go of her waist suddenly. Y/N turned around to see if he was still there, and she was shocked by what she saw. Spiderman was standing just behind her, webbing the man up to the wall of the building next to them. She started to cry out of joy and how scared she was. She wanted to thank him but her knees were shaking and she couldn’t make any sound, she collapsed to the ground. Spiderman saw her fainting, he ran up to catch her and everything after that was black for Y/N.

Peter Parker didn’t know what to do. He stared at the woman in her arms, trying to decide if he should take her to his home or spend time trying to figure out where she lived. He obviously couldn’t leave an unconscious woman in the middle of a dark alley all alone and he obviously couldn’t take her to the hospital without people asking questions about if he did that to the woman or not. He decided to take her to his home, which was only a block away. He didn’t want her to know who he was, but he had no other choice and he was not going sacrifice a woman’s life just because he didn’t want people to know who he was.

Y/N slowly tried to open her eyes; she felt her hands still trembling. She was on a stranger’s couch; she tried to stand up but collapsed back to where she was lying down. She was recalling everything she had gone through just an hour ago, feeling a major headache.

“H*Help! Help me!” She screamed, afraid of the unknown environment surrounding her. Then, a moment later, Spiderman rushed into the room and kneeled down beside her: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore,” He held her trembling hands, hoping she would believe he was the real Spiderman, not some creep who kidnapped her and was wearing a fake suit bought from a Halloween costume store. Y/N shook her head several times to acknowledge who she was with: “W-wait… What happened?” she gasped, still shocked by the fact that Spiderman had saved her and now they were together, in his apartment.

“Well, I saved you from this asshole who tried to steal everything you had. Plus, I saw that jerk was also getting too touchy so I had to double kick his junk,” he explained.

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, a little smile creeping up on her face. Spiderman got up and picked up Y/N’s belongings from the coffee table: “Here. He tried to steal your wallet. Oh and also this. Would you want to call your husband or wife?” he asked while handing her the engagement ring. Y/N’s smile was faded off by the mention of her “husband”. “Believe me he would be the last person I would want to call right now,” she sighed, putting the ring on her finger again.

“Oh… I’m sorry-“

“Why? I should just stop wearing this stupid ring; it belongs to the trash just like he does. Plus I’m not even married to him anymore,” Y/N’s voice was cold. Peter could hear how broken this woman was. “Yeah it actually does belong to the trash, you see, the diamond in your engagement ring is fake,” Peter tried to cheer her up with a failed attempt at a joke.  “I knew that jerk wouldn’t even bother to buy me, his wife, a real ring when he would sacrifice all his money on a bunch of other girls.” Y/N’s voice was just crooked now because of how much she was tired mentally and physically.

She wiped the single tear streaming down her cheek and shook her head: “I’m unbelievable. Sorry for oversharing my entire life to you. Again, thank you so much for saving me, I should go now.” She finally managed to get up from the couch, grabbed her jacket form the chair next to the dining table and headed off to the door when suddenly she felt Peter grabbing her arm. “I-Ummm… I know it’s like 2 a.m. in the morning but would you like to have a coffee with me?”

Y/N laughed: “Are you sure it would be normal for Spiderman to randomly sit in a coffee shop?”

Peter took the mask off: “No. But it would be normal for Peter Parker to do so,” Y/N gasped at his sudden reaction but she smiled: “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

Domestic prompts that have been stuck in my head

• ‘No, that ring isn’t for you…stop being nosy and wait until tomorrow you troll’
• ‘Your hands are really warm and it’s snowing outside yOU’RE LIKE A HEATER’
• 'If you wipe your booger on me again I will take the dog and leave’ 'IM SORRY DON’T TAKE THE DOG’
• 'Please don’t cry, we can get you the bird next week–no we’re not gonna steal him’
• 'I know you had a rough day so I brought you flowers and a candy bar-yes I remembered’
• 'I know you wanted a puppy but here’s a fish named puppy until we can go to the shelter together’

In your shoes.

This was requested a long time ago by @australiasami​ and initially I had some qualms about writing it because I didn’t know much, or any, at all but then, a sweet darling @balletbunsandsugarplums​ gave me a few advice and I am forever thankful to have you help me.

I am still worried about how this turned out so I hope it was alright and hope everyone can enjoy this! I have less than 28 requests now so I will work on them and hopefully by the end of July, I can open the requests again. Anyways, enjoy!

Being back at home is such a stress-reliever for you but too bad, the same cannot be said for your entire family, with the exception of Alfred, of course. You have half the mind to ask Alfred if he had been to Texas before but decided against asking him because Alfred might not even give you a straight answer. But you are back in Texas and you are happy to be back – it feels like you haven’t been home for the longest time.

“Y/N, we are not getting in that truck you have rented.” Bruce frowns, looking at the truck. “It does not feel safe.” You roll your eyes at your husband’s answer.

“Bruce, I love you very much, I really do but every single night you go out to fight crimes,” You whisper this part quietly, “You will be perfectly alright with getting on this truck.” You tell him, putting a hand on your hip, looking at him with one of your eyebrows raised, as if challenging him to answer back.

But before Bruce could even reply, Damian cuts in and slides in between the two of you, keeping his back to Bruce. “Mother, I have never driven a truck before – can I drive?”

Bruce and you look at your youngest son before answering, “No.”

Damian frowns. “Tt.” He crosses his road and moves to stand beside Alfred.

“Fine but I want to drive the truck.” Bruce finally relents and you smile at him before pressing your lips on his cheeks. He makes to move towards the truck and you turn to face the rest of your boys.

“Okay, Dick, you and Jason have got that truck and I trust Tim, Damian and Alfred will be alright with the last truck?” You ask and Alfred gives you a small smile, nodding his head. Damian looks at you.

“Are you sure I cannot drive, mother?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, Damian. Alfred’s driving.”

Jason picks up all of the luggage and gently throws it at the back of the truck. “Come on – the heat is crazy and I want to take a shower before we do anything later.” He calls out before getting in the truck he had been assigned to with Dick.

“We’ll see you at Grandpa’s house, Ma.” Dick exclaims before making his way to the truck. You wait until all of your kids as well as Alfred get in to their own respective trucks before heading to the truck where Bruce is currently waiting for you.

Bruce starts the engine as soon as you are seated, he glances at you and lets out a sigh before putting your seatbelts on for you. “Safety first.” He reminds you causing you to laugh before pushing him back to his chair.

“Come on – let’s go home!”

After eating the lunch your parents have prepared, you decided to bring your boys along to the local livestock show that happens to

After eating lunch that had been prepared for your entire family by your parents, you decided to bring your boys along to the local Rodeo. It took a little convincing mostly because Bruce had been skeptical but after reassuring him that no one would make fun of the Bruce Wayne, he had relented like he initially did with the trip and you beam. Damian had been as excited as he can get – though honestly, you think he was probably looking forward to the events where he can participate – Tim on the other hand is documenting every single moment, making what you assume is a Vlog. Dick and Jason are chatting with each other about how they could probably win the mounted shooting – your parents had been more than helpful with giving the boys details pertaining to events happening at the rodeo.

“Do you think if I ask mother enough, will she eventually let me drive the truck?” Damian asks once all of you arrive at the stadium. “Or perhaps, she will allow me to do some of these events?” He asks no one in particular.

“Maybe if you sneak away and do it, she probably would not realize.” Tim snickers, filming Damian up close. Damian rolls his eyes before pushing the camera away from his face. He has a few things he wants to see and if possible, register too.

“If any of you are betting, just don’t blow too much money.” You tell your boys before hooking your arm with Bruce’s. Alfred had decided to stay back at your parents’ house to help prepare food for dinner because all of your siblings and cousins are going to come down tonight and it’s really going to be really fun to see all of them again.

“This is surprisingly not as bad as I expected it to be.” Bruce presses his lips on your temple causing you to giggle, snuggling against his side as the two of you walk around the arena. You used to go to these things all the time with your grandpa while growing up and being here reminds you of the fun times you had with him. “What’s in that mind of yours?”

“I used to go to all of these things with my late grandpa – Rodeo was a huge deal to him and since I was the first born grandchild, he shared that love with me.” You smile at Bruce who nods his head. “Which is why I wanted to share that love with everyone too.”

Bruce feels a little bit guilty for his earlier reservations. He doesn’t even know why he had been so reluctant to come to Texas with you – perhaps, it’s a little bit out of his comfort zone, he can’t quite pinpoint why yet though – but now that you have shared that important part of your childhood with him, Bruce really wants to try to enjoy being in your hometown now.

“Alright then, you have me interested. What do you think we should do?” Bruce asks you but before you can answer, your comms – it’s a tad bit easier to have this rather than calling your sons one by one – rings and Dick’s voice enters your ear.

“Uh, guys – I think we may have to leave soon because Damian is starting to steal all of the cows he thinks are being mistreated.”

My family was at a hotel getting ready to leave, but I was still in the lobby trying to buy a cookie. It cost exactly two dollars and seventeen cents, and I couldn’t find the right change anywhere, but I NEEDED the cookie because it was like a foot long and stuffed with raspberry filling. My family was yelling at me because they wanted to leave before they had to pay for extra time and they didn’t want to be late for whatever we were doing next. Then a dude burst into the lobby and started yelling in Spanish about how he just HAD to talk to someone about El Señor de los Anillos (Lord of the Rings). Since I speak Spanish and am a huge LotR nerd, we started having this really animated conversation about Frodo Bolsón and my family all threw up their hands and said “We lost her. It’s no use.”

They tried to leave without me, but I caught up with them by running on the highway. I ended up just stealing the cookie.

real talk though in a Fae AU who would be the fairy and who would be the human?

Cause honestly i can see Credence having a strange fascination with humans and Graves is kind of a skeptic, one of those ‘i don’t believe in fairies’ types

He goes to some country village for a vacation and all the locals are superstitious af and they warn him to watch for fairy rings when he walks through the woods. Graves is kinda like ‘yeah, sure, I’ll do that’

Graves does eventually wind up in the woods and he ends up walking right into a fairy ring naturally.

Credence comes out looking like he does and Graves definitely believes someone that pretty isn’t human. Then he realizes that means the locals were right after all and his ‘oh, shit’ moment must show on his face cause Credence just kinda smiles and promises that he’s not here to hurt him.

So they get to talking a little bit, Graves telling Credence that the villagers all warned him about how dangerous fairies are.

Credence looks a little upset at that and when Graves presses he finds out that Credence is actually pretty lonely. Because of all the superstitions about his kind, humans try and avoid Credence even though he really doesn’t mean them any harm.

“So does that mean… I’m not really trapped in this thing?” Graves asks, glancing around at the toadstools.

Credence spreads his arms. “No. You’re free to go.”

Graves tries stepping over the toadstools and, sure enough, he isn’t stopped by anything.

Credence starts to fade back into the forest, but Graves stops him before he can leave completely.

“What do you want with humans, anyways?”

Credence glances back at him, shrugging. “Nothing, really. I’m just curious.”

Graves hesitates a bit, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I… guess I could stay for a bit. If you have any questions.”

Credence’s face lights up and he practically floats over to Graves, eyes shining. “I have so many.”

So they strike up this sort of unusual friendship with Graves heading into the woods every couple of days to see Credence while all the villagers sort of scratch their heads and wonder why he’s so eager to die. 

and then you could probs throw something in there about Credence being a fairy prince or something, and his mother Mary Lou disapproves of humans and finds out about him sneaking off all the time to see Graves, like there are ways you could go with that


I can also see fairy King Graves, stern and determined to keep his people from harm by keeping them away from humans.

He knows what they’re like, they’ll probably want to cut them open, see what makes them tick, or at the very least try and steal fairy magic for their own.

So he sets up fairy rings and slowly they gain a reputation amongst humans for being dangerous things. ‘Go near the fairy rings and wind up dead.’

Credence doesn’t mean to stumble into one, but it’s dark in the woods and he’s not watching where he’s going, just desperate to get away from the oppressive church and the mother who’s not his mother.

Once he realizes what he’s done he’s scared, of course, but there’s also a small spark of relief. No more Mary Lou, no more scars, no more overwhelming guilt for being what he is…

Graves appears to find Credence sitting in the middle of the ring, arms wrapped around his legs, chin propped on his knees, looking amazingly calm for someone who’s supposedly about to die.

“Do you know what happens to people who step inside my rings?” Graves mutters darkly, thinking it’s possible that the young man is just incredibly ignorant.

But all Credence says is a quiet, “Yes.”

Graves has to admit, he’s a bit taken aback by the subdued response. “Then why aren’t you screaming? Or trying to escape?”

Credence just shrugs.

Slightly intrigued, Graves holds off on killing him. Instead, he decides to let Credence (who really does look quite pathetic) go with a warning to never mention the incident to anyone unless he wants Graves to come back and finish the job.

Credence agrees and sets back off to the village.

Graves watches him the next few days, determined to make sure that the boy isn’t going to tell anyone. But Credence is true to his word and keeps his mouth shut about fairies and their rings.

Unbeknownst to Credence, of course, Graves also sees who and what he lives with. Graves never has understood how humans could treat one of their own that way.

And one night he just kind of decides he’s had enough of sitting back and watching this happen, so he appears to Credence, tells him he knows what Mary Lou has been doing, and all Credence has to do is get Mary Lou out to a fairy ring, Graves will take care of the rest.

A few nights later Credence runs off again, making sure not to pull too far ahead this time so Mary Lou continues to follow him. He knows his way around better than she does, and so he skirts right around the fairy ring but she steps directly into it.

As soon as she realizes what Credence has done she starts screaming at him, warning him what she’ll do to him as soon as she gets out of this. But she never gets the chance to follow through on any of her threats.

Graves materializes out of nowhere, staring at Mary Lou with blank hatred in his eyes. “Go back to the village, Credence,” he says flatly.

Credence obeys. He never sees Mary Lou again.


Dating Luke Hemmings Would Include

*You constantly stealing all his favorite band shirts for you to wear

*You sending him a very long message on how you felt about the disappearance of his lip ring

*Him always making sure you are ok when walking through large crowds of fans or paparazzi

*Him taking dorky videos of you and posting them to his snapchat/Instagram story

*Always hearing the slight strumming of a guitar when he’s home because he never can put it down

*“Hey Luke, can you write a song about me?”

“I already have. Want to hear it?

(you nodding vigorously)


*Having to deal with him being sarcastic 25/8

*Him making sure to have his arms wrapped around you when you’re sleeping… even if it’s like a million degrees and you’re dying of a heat stroke

*Him not being afraid to tell the world “That’s my girlfriend, and I love her”

The Joker x Reader - “The Promise” Part 1

The Joker never saw it coming; he left his guard down for a moment and it all went to pieces. Nothing to hold on to now except his son and the memory of you. But maybe there is something else that won’t let him go either…

Read Part 2 here: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164128124236/the-joker-x-reader-the-promise-part-2

“Would you like me to tell you where her body is?” the voice taunts as soon as The Joker answers his cell.

“You…you son of a bitch!! I’m gonna kill you!!” he gulps, his hand shaking on the phone.

“I don’t care, I had my revenge; that’s all I wanted. You took someone I loved away from me and it’s only fair I returned the favor,” the man replies. “Do you even care? Does it hurt you?… Does anything ever hurt you?”

“Shut the hell up!! Where is she?” J closes his eyes, panting.

“The new construction site on Nesley Avenue. Fourth floor. I left her eyes open: you’ll have the privilege of closing them forever. Be grateful: I wasn’t allowed the luxury of doing the same for my woman. I’m here too, waiting. Do your worst, I won’t stop you. I have nothing to live for now.”

The man hangs up and The Joker sits in the middle of the living room, still holding the cell to his ear. He can’t move, he can’t think. For the first time in his life he’s terrified – The King of Gotham knows his Queen is gone.


The heavy steps resonate on the concrete hallway, the plastic curtains being moved aside as J is getting closer to his destination. He feels dizzy while squeezing the gun in his hand, petrified at the thought of what he knows he will certainly find in the building. Another plastic curtain gets moves out the way and The Joker freezes when he notices your body on the floor, only a few feet away.

He takes a deep breath, already incapable of keeping at bay the terrible pain scratching at his heart.

“Jesus…” he mutters to himself, slowly approaching. He sees your handcuffed wrists and ankles, the glossy eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. You seem so peaceful he hopes for a second you’re not dead. A fool’s hope; J knows it himself. He kneels by you, analyzing every single detail of your body, sniffling when he realizes you still have the ring. And The Joker is aware there’s someone behind him.

“I think you had a pretty woman, Clown. More than you deserved, that’s for sure,” the man softly laughs.

The Price of Crime growls, every single fiber in his body tense to the maximum.

“At least I didn’t take it on your kid, I’m not that low. I have to say it gave me great pleasure to do this to her. Revenge is always swee…”

The first gunshot hits the man’s chest. Then another one and another one echo in the stillness. J gets up, turns around and continues to aim at the collapsed man until there are no more bullets. His pupils are dilated, taken aback by today’s events.

The Joker can’t bring himself to gaze upon you again. He glares at your killer, numbness taking over. What is he supposed to do now?


J wasn’t used to people smiling or look him in the eyes, especially not when they first met him. But you did just that. The other guys at the gathering tried to get your attention, asking a million questions and offering a great deal of money for your hacking services yet you caught yourself interested in the strange, green haired self-proclaimed King of Gotham.

You continued smiling and looking at him throughout the night; J found it annoying that he actually chuckled at one of your jokes. His fingers tightened on the cane numerous times, fighting with himself while checking you out. He didn’t want to but for some bizarre reason couldn’t help it.

The Joker remained stern, frowning for the rest of the evening, totally hating the fact that you stopped in front of him to say goodbye. You were the last one to leave the VIP room and you reached your hand for his, unaware he never shakes hands. Frost was behind his boss, getting ready to tell you how things work when the unthinkable happened: Mister J took your palm into his for just a second, snarling as you told him you’ll have the passwords he wanted first thing in the morning.

“Yeah, whatever. That works,” he bitterly replied, preoccupied by what was going on in the club.

He kept on needing your services and you kept on providing them. He even let you touch him when he came back from a heist with an ugly cut on his shoulder. Frost almost started his speech about how his boss doesn’t like to be touched when J willingly gave you his arm to be patched up. You sent Jonny for more supplies and carefully cleaned the wound in the meantime, gently blowing on top of it.

“Better?” you asked, soothing the pain and he bit on his cheek.


That’s all he said. Then you smiled. Why did you have to smile like that? Made him feel so odd. And you kept on looking at him, unable to resist those blue eyes. J didn’t see it coming when you leaned over and kissed him, quickly parting from his lips when you heard Frost outside the office. You weren’t sure what he was going to do.

The Joker didn’t do anything, pretending nothing happened. You couldn’t sleep all night, thinking about him and trying to get the stupid crush out of your mind. 

– It was almost dawn when you managed to doze off and the doorbell made you jump. You rubbed your eyes, tired as hell and barely made it to the door, ready to yell at the person that woke you up so early. As soon as you opened the door, J sneaked inside without a word. He stood in front of you, pointing towards his injury.

“Do you…need clean bandages?” you guessed, suddenly alert.

“U-hum,” he grumbled and after closing the door, you signaled him to follow you in the kitchen. You changed the dressing in perfect silence, then handed back his jacket and watched him head towards one of the bedrooms downstairs.

You followed him, curious about his behavior.

He stopped in front of the bed, waiting.

“Would you like to stay?” the question came and his answer made you happy.



– You had so many fights and you would just disappear. The Joker always brought you back. The truth is you didn’t make it hard to be found. He knew it too.

“Let’s go,” J would urge, irritated he had to step on his pride again in order to go out there and search for the pain in the ass he couldn’t live without.

“I’m leaving you,” you had the nerve to reply sometimes. “I’m not coming back.”

“Interesting concept, Y/N,” and you stared at each other, you upset and him mad. As soon as you started to cry, he would grab your hand, dragging you after him. You didn’t fight it.

“O-one of these days I w-won’t come b-back,” you stuttered, bawling and wishing you were that strong.

“Save it for later, Doll. You will always come back.”

– Besides the fights, there were also good moments; you enjoyed them so much. Those instances made you remember why you loved him and why it was impossible to break free.

You two liked to stay in bed for hours, talking about stuff. All alone in the Penthouse and still covered your heads with the sheets, whispering. The Joker was addicted to the intimacy of your little world, secrets and thoughts no one knew about.

“If you leave, promise you’ll always come back,” he once found the strength to actually say it out loud.

“I can’t prom…” and the blue eyes got darker. “Fine, I promise,” you gave in and he tucked your hair behind your ear, pleased to hear it. Afterwards, he dug under his pillow and showed you that beautiful diamond ring he wanted you to have.

“Look what I found in the seif last night! Stealing from the mayor was the best idea ever; the guy is loaded.”

“Wowww, no kidding,” you gasped, amazed. You’ve seen a lot of diamond rings in your life but that was so unique and beautiful.

“I’ll give it to you for safe keeping, OK? I don’t trust all these assholes working for us,” The Joker sighted, slipping the jewel on your finger. He saw the emotions and had to mention:

“It’s not what you think, you crazy woman. I told you I just want you to take care of it, got it?”

“Yes,” you nodded, choosing to believe otherwise.

“You can keep it with one condition: promise you’ll never take it off,” The Joker surprised himself with the demand.

“I swear,” you were quick to vow, hugging him so tight he had to emerge from under the sheets to breathe better.

“I told you it’s not what you think, I wanna make it clear,” and you smiled through tears and he couldn’t say anything anymore.

Why did you have to smile like that?

– After your son was born, he became a regular member of your little club.

All three under the sheets, careful not to wake Kase up.

“You think we should keep him?” J used to tease, not being able to take his eyes off his baby boy.

“I think he’s a keeper,” you giggled, caressing the tiny tummy. “He will either look like you or like his real dad,” and you had to cover your mouth so you won’t laugh to loud.

“Cut it out!” J would reach over to slap your waist, grinding his silver teeth. ”Or do you hate me that much?”

You used to trap his hand until he calmed down.

“I don’t hate you,” and you got on your elbow and scooted closer to his body. “You gave me my son so I can’t hate you now.”  The statement made The Joker’s heart beat faster and he ignore it. The most he allowed himself to do was purr under your touch until he fell asleep.

– When things were bad, you would take Kase and try to leave. J would stop you before you made it to the elevator.

“Going anywhere?”

You were so exhausted from being a new mom plus dealing with your rocky relationship.

“I need to get out of here,” you tried to flee but he blocked your way.

“Then go, but my son stays!”

“I am not leaving without my baby,” you kept on attempting to walk towards the elevator and got frustrated when your plan failed.

“Then you stay too,” he would mumble, pinning you against the wall. “What is it? Can’t handle me anymore?” he used to mock, distressed.

Kase would fuss, not happy with the commotion.

“Gimme,” The Joker would take him in his arms, gesturing for your company. “Let’s go back to bed, I’m tired. Hey, where’s my smile, hm?” and you sulked even more. “ So I take it you only save that for his dad? Who’s the other guy?”

You would pass your fingers through your long hair, trying not to give him the satisfaction but finally smiled and he loved to win. But somehow it felt he was losing.

Why did you have to smile like that?


He hears the little steps thumping on the hardwood floor and gets out of daze, lifting his head up to look at his 5 year old son holding his stuffed giraffe.

“Daddy, why are you crying?” Kase asks, frightened and his father signs for him to approach. The Joker is sitting on the floor and the little boy rushes in his arms, starting to sob, not understanding what’s going on.

“Your mom…” and his voice breaks, “…left me and she’s not coming back…Not this time…You’re stuck with me, kid.”

“Where’s mommy? I want my mommy,” the child keeps on repeating, sensing there is something wrong.

“She left…It’s just you and me now,” J mumbles, crushing his son with his embrace.


He said he stole that ring from the mayor’s mansion. The King of Gotham actually had it custom made for you and never told you. It always had just one owner: his Queen. Before he buried you, J took three diamonds out of your ring, one for each member of his family, and had them encased in his favorite ring. It’s the only jewelry he wears now. And the ring he gifted you was the only treasure in your coffin since you promised you’ll never take it off.

– “Hey, handsome.”

He feels the kiss on his cheek and opens his eyes as he mutters:

“Hey pretty girl.”

Another dream; he’s all alone in bed, groggy from the sleep medicine. J sighs, then shifts his head to peek at Kase who’s playing on the floor with a bunch of toys, not realizing his father is awake. The Joker gets under the covers, eager to share his thoughts but there is no one besides him. No one to tell.

“Kid, com’ere,” he makes a gap for his son to crawl in. The boy snickers and jumps in bed, glad he’s getting some attention. “Do you have any secrets to share with your dad?” J pecks his forehead, gazing in his son’s eyes.

“Ummm…I broke my truck,” he admits, familiar with the game he played so many times with his parents.

“Shame on you,” J scolds but caresses Kase’s face. “I’ll get you 10 more, ok?”

Ah, that smile. Just like yours.

“Ok, daddy,” and the child suddenly cuddles to J’s chest, wiggling. “Mommy says she loves you.”

The Prince of Crime gently spanks his kid, admonishing.

“I told you to quit talking like this! Don’t you listen?! Uhhhhh,” he growls, exasperated. The little boy keeps on saying random things like this since you died three months ago.

“But she gets mad at me if I don’t tell you,” and his lower lip quivers, on the verge of crying. “I don’t want mommy to be upset with me.”

“You’re such a brat! Stop tormenting me,” J squishes his son to his chest, not wanting to lose his temper.

“Mommy says that…”

“Shut up, would you??!!” he snaps and Kase is one step away from bawling.

“Mommy says that…”
“You’re pissing me off, what’s wrong with you??!!”  J cuts him off, really straining to keep it together.

“Mommy says she knows you made the ring for her!” his son blurs out and The Joker holds his breath, confused and stunned at the same time.

“W-what?” He’s finally at a loss of words.

Nobody knows about that.

Kase starts wailing and his father wants to calm him down.

“M-mommy says she doesn’t like it w-when you y-yell at me,” he whimpers, clenching to J’s t-shirt.

For once, the great Joker has no reply.

– Terrible storm outside; Gotham is on lockdown. Must be 2am or so.

“Daddy… daddy, I’m scared,” his son pulls on his arm, eager to get a reaction. J is such a heavy sleeper now since he takes sleeping pills all the time. Otherwise, he can’t rest.

“Go back to your room, it’s fine,” he grumbles, not in the mood for parenting.

The little one sniffles, really wanting to stay with his father.

“I want my mooommyyyyy,” and the crying immediately starts. The Joker blows his green hair off his face, irritated and moves towards the center of the bed, helping his son up. The little arms wrap around his neck and the small body shakes with anxiety.

“Daddddyyy, I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m here,” J choses to take it down a notch and hugs his son back. It feels so comforting that Kase stops crying after a few minutes.

“Mommy says she loves you,” the muffled voice at his chest lets him know. “She always says that.”

“Cut it out, kid…”

“Huh?” his son turns his head to look behind him, just as he was listening to someone talking.

J pouts, forcing Kase’s head back to his chest.

“Stop your nonsense, brat!”

“Mommy says she promised you she’ll always come back.”

The Joker covers his mouth.

“SHUT …THE HELL UP!!!!!!” he screams so loud it resonates over the sound of thunder from the crazy tempest outside.

His 5 year old utters with teary eyes:

“Mommy says she doesn’t like it when you yell at me; she loves you less… But she can’t hate you.”

The King of Gotham bites on his lower lip, intrigued.

Nobody knows about that.

“Go to sleep and stop talking…” he remorsefully strokes his son’s cheek, not wanting to think about it. “Hey, would you give Daddy a smile?” he alleviates the tension, aware the poor kid has no fault in anything. “Let’s be friends again, yes?” The lighting illuminates the bedroom as The Joker lifts his son’s chin up and a shy smile flourishes on the child’s face.

Why does he have to smile like that?



Ring- Leonard Snart

Originally posted by thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain

Pairing: Leonard Snart x Reader

Characters: Leonard Snart

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 443

Author: Charlotte

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Fickle Touches | highschool!au

Originally posted by moved-joohyunverse

Summary: Maybe Irene just always adored you, in secret and silence, deep down in the bottom of her whole being. 

Trigger warning: Mentions of homophobia.

Word Count: 7,052

It happens so softly, gentle and soundless like a dream. Maybe that’s why Irene is already lost and trapped before she sees the danger.

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[scenario] [request] miscommunication

5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”  
33: “Please don’t do this.” 

(i cried while writing this keke enjoy~) 

Title: miscommunication

Member: jihoon ft. seungcheol, got7′s jaebum & jackson

Genre: angst w a happy ending

Word Count: 1792

“Jihoon, get up. It’s our turn to get breakfast.” Seungcheol shakes the fellow member awake vigorously, making Jihoon grumble curses and swat weakly at Seungcheol’s hand.

“(F/N)’s working today.”

“All the more reason not to get up,” Jihoon mumbles, sitting up anyway. Seungcheol pats down his bedhead and shrugs, tossing Jihoon a pair of jeans nearby.

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Let me just preface this by saying, I’m shit at writing fluff. This is probably the most cheesy and bad thing I’ve ever written, so I’m sorry.

Request: Yep

Prompt:  I was inquiring about a writing request. About peter x reader and him being too shy to ask you out and you find out he likes you so you ask him out yourself? This sounds really weird and generic but I’m a sucker for fluff.

Word Count: 1089

Summary: The reader finds out that Peter has a crush on her, but he’s too shy to ask her out. Fluff and awkwardness ensues.

Warnings: Nothing, except for really shit fluff and swear words. This is so cheesy, I might vomit :)

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