i was going to make this a serious one but whatevs colors are nice

Shatter Your Rose Tinted Glasses - A Hex?!?

I have an older brother, and as much as I love him, frankly, he’s an idiot. He has a fiancee, and I love the fact that my brother is so happy. However, I hate his fiancee. She’s two-faced, a narcissist, and uses him for his money. Like I’ve seen his bills. He takes her shopping and out to restaurants, and spends some serious money on her, money he can’t afford. Yet they don’t see each other even once a week because she’s “super busy with school” and I understand, I’m a college student myself, but whenever he asks her for help, she’s “too busy” to help him. Everytime she comes over, she acts like a guest rather than a fiancee. She doesn’t help clean any mess she’s made, she doesn’t help anyone with anything, she just comes in and acts like she’s fucking royalty, giving her opinions where it isn’t asked, telling people what to do, and frankly trying to act like my mother or ruler than an older sister. 

Now, again, I love my brother. If he’s happy, I’m happy. But I can’t just sit by and watch as he throws his life away and marries some girl who doesn’t love him for who he is. I don’t want to break them up via magick (casting a break-up spell), I couldn’t live with the guilt. But instead, I want him to see her for who she truly is, without the rose tinted glasses.

So @frankiezaltar and I came up with a sigil (because I’m obsessed with sigils) to help with the situation. 

Step 1: Draw some glasses, could be any glasses: everyday glasses, sunglasses, any kind, but make sure the lenses are big enough to write in.

Step 2: Color the glasses pink or rose, making them “rose- tinted”

Step 3: Write the names on one lens, and the other on the second lens. For example, my brother’s name would go on the first lens, either right or left, and his fiancee’s would go on the second. 

Step 4: Tear the sigil into pieces. This is to represent the “shattering” of the glasses.

Step 5: Burn the torn up pieces, because glass is made from fire, this is to undo the love that’s been formed in his mind for her. I do this step only because I know that he’ll try to use his love to blind him from reason, and try to use it as an excuse to stay with her even after seeing who she really is deep on the inside. 

I understand if this seems more like a curse than a hex, and I definitely understand how it could make others feel uncomfortable to cast it. However, this is the best solution I could come up with. My opinions are my own, spare me of your opinions if you somehow regard this as wrong or whatever. 

If you have any questions, please feel free to message me or @frankiezaltar if she feels up to it. Have a nice day!

bee emoji reviews

a round friend. the gradient shading is bad though. 5/10

ADORABLE PERFECT FRIEND! SHE WANTS YOU TO HAVE A REALLY GOOD DAY! nice lineless design and cute face 12/10

Very regal looking girl. simple, but effective. 8/10

She looks straight out of fischer price or some shit. Has an :O face going on which is kinda cute. decent. shading could use serious work though 4/10

A friend who looks lost in thought. the wings are placed kinda weirdly though like I don’t think that’s how wings work. overall relatively cute 7/10

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ looks like a shrug emoji which is good. rather simplistic design. solid. the wing coloring just bothers me a bit 9/10

Realistic looking friend. I don’t like the color palette though, the yellow isn’t very bright and the brown just makes her look kinda dirty. 5/10

Semi-realistic friend. Looks like she’s reading whatever texts you send after you send this one. has the right number of legs. A fine girl. 9/10

She thicc. A nice girl but what is the body doing. it looks incomplete above the wings. Needs a bit of work just in general so she’ll stop looking like a top. 6/10

A beautiful, well executed girl. Simple design which does wonders. perfect in every way 10/10

What. Return of fischer price I think. I’m scared. I think she’s seeing into my soul. please make her stop. 0/10 cursed girl

wHAT THE F U CK -100000/10

anonymous asked:

Can i request the RFA+ minor duo going Victoria secret shopping with MC? And don't stress yourself too much over Requests love~ take all the time you need :)

~Oooooh, yes. LOL! Thank you so much for the request and thank you for the kind words. I appreciate it so much! 

◉ Yoosung 

  • He’s a stuttering and fumbling mess the entire time 
  • Doesn’t have the courage to touch anything 
  • Feels extremely awkward seeing all the other customers grabbing items, and thinks he should try to avert his gaze 
  • He TRIES to keep his eyes on the floor
  • Every time he looks around he is imagining you in the outfits 
    • “Yoosung, what do you think of this?” you hold up lingerie with pink frills 
  • He almost has a heart attack 
  • So many images in his mind 
    • “IT’S P-PERFECT”
    • Shh, you don’t have to yell” you laugh 
  • He can’t control the volume of his voice 
  • Talking to himself in his head, telling himself to clam down
  • He liked the area where theres beauty products and lotions/perfumes 
    • “Oh, this smells nice MC! Want me to get it for you?” 

◉ Jumin 

  • He’s rather un-phased
  • To be honest, he finds lingerie rather unnecessary
    • “Are you sure you want to buy this? I’m just going to be taking it off of you…”
    • “I’m not just here for lingerie, Jumin. I need new bras and panties as well,” you shake your head 
  • He’s very opinionated 
    • “That looks cheap.” “I don’t like that color.” 
  • He’s not doing it to be an ass, he’s just used to speaking his mind 
  • Wants you to look good, and tells you to get whatever you want
    • “Sweat pants?”
    • “They have really comfy ones…” you say shyly 
    • “You’re so cute,” he adds them to your basket 

◉ Zen 

  • He’s screaming internally 
  • He’s READY for this 
  • At first he thinks you’re going to stick to the normal bra and panty sets
  • Maybe you’ll be adventurous and go for some lace 
  • But you hold up a lingerie set with cut outs and strings and bow and-
  • He almost has a nose bleed 
    • “B-Babe! Careful! Another guy might see!!!” 
  • He grabs it from your hands 
    • “There are only girls around right now, relax!” 
  • He wants to pay for it and drag you home as fast as possible 
  • He’s spacing out
  • Imagining coming home to you in the lingerie, you’re in the kitchen cooking for him 
    • ~~~Welcome home, Zenny!~~~
    • “ZEN!” 
  • His daydream is interrupted by your nudging his ribs 
    • “Let’s go, I paid already,” you laugh 
  • Gladly 

◉ Jaehee 

  • Finally!
  • She needed some new underwear as well 
  • You guys spend over an hour looking at everything 
  • And stocking up on your favorite lotions 
  • Jaehee has some extremely pretty bras 
  • You guys even got matching ones! 
  • She is sorting everything in your basket out when she pulls up a black silk nighty 
    • “Wh-What’s this?!” 
    • “Darn it! I…snuck it in. I was going to surprise you tonight…”
  • Her cheeks turned bright red 
    • “Oh! O-Okay!” 
  • She fumbled around to put everything on the counter 
  • Inside, she couldn’t help but be excited to see you wearing that later that night 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He’s making jokes to cover his embarrassment 
    • “Do you think this would look good on me?” he hold up a bra to his chest 
    • “Can you be serious once in your life?” 
  • You both laugh 
  • He’s surprisingly good at telling you his opinion on what he wants to see you in ?
    • He’s actually picking things that are a little more risqué than you had ever thought he would be in to 
      • “What? I am a guy, after all…”
    • Asks if he can come into the changing room with you 
      • “No!”
      • “It was only a joke, calm down,” he pokes your cheek and waits patiently while you try a few items on 
    • Super giddy when you finally pay and head home 
      • “So if you are dressing up tonight…does that mean I can, too?”
      •  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

    ◉ V

    • Of course he is super calm about it 
    • Doesn’t like the perfume section though
    • The smells are too overwhelming for him 
    • He wishes he could help pick things out, but he can barely make out the colors of the fabrics 
    • He tries nonetheless 
    • Just smiling the whole time 
    • Choosing things by feel 
      • “This silk is nice, don’t you think? This would feel nice on you…”
    • He does get a blush on his cheeks every now and then and you’re glad he can’t see your staring as you hold back a giggle 
    • A couple times he ended up showing an item to a mannequin 
      • “…Do you not like it?” 
      • “V!…I’m over here…” -_-;;;

    ◉ Saeran 

    • No way!
      • You’re not dragging me into that damn store!!!!”
        • [2 hours later]
    • He stand with his arms crossed, grumbling in the store 
    • Silent as ever as you look through all of the items 
      • “Stop pouting and help me choose!”
      • “No.”
    • The only thing getting him through this is the promise of ice cream and pretzels from the food court 
    • He keeps scowling in response to your random laughs 
    • He doesn’t know, but his cheeks have been slightly pink since you walked in 
    • Eyes went wide when you picked up a particular black and pink lingerie set 
    • But he immediately looked away and pretended to not be interested 
    • Breathed a sigh of relief when you finally paid and started to head out 
      • “Ya know, you could have helped me out a bit more with choosing things back there…”
      • “Why do you need me anyway? You could have picked anything in there and it would look good on you”
    • You squeezed his hand at his response and he realized what he said 
      • “Oh, shut up,” he could feel you smiling at him, “come on. I’m starving. You said I get food.” 

    harrys-tittie  asked:

    26 maybe

    Thank you for requesting! I hope you’re well. xxx 

    prompt: ‘That isn’t appropriate’ or alternatively Part 2/2 of ‘giving Harry a blowjob in front of his friends.’ I want to first say that I KNOW that this one isn’t going to be everyone’s cup of tea. I’m fully aware of that. That’s why there’s this disclaimer. With that said, I hope you like it. Thank you SO MUCH for being patient. I know I was a fucking spazz with this so thank you. I’ll repay you all somehow. Probably with a smut concept night. Or would that be more for me…

    [27] Do you want to show them love? [MATURE.] 

    It snowed the day before Harry landed back at home. And she was really cross about it because she wanted him here to watch it fall. And maybe she was just as cross because Harry was spending his days in the sun while she was avoiding muddy puddles.

    But Harry is back at home after it felt like months when it had actually been two weeks. Which is actually, quite the same thing in both of their eyes.

    He’d barely left the house. Not even when his body had gotten used to the London cold. Not even when he should have been somewhere else. There is no somewhere else or any other pressing place to be. He should only be here. At home warming himself up by laying right beside her as they catch up on episodes they’re not paying attention to anymore.

    ‘House is nearly all furnished.’ He grins playing with her fingers. He’d finished where they left off when she had left. ‘S’ready for you, you’re the only thing missing.’ He brings her hand to his lips.

    They managed the furnishing after arguing about paint colors from across the globe.

    It looks like sick!’ She argues into the phone, loud enough just to be sure her opinion of the color is carried effectively.

    That peach color just won’t do.

    ‘Does not!’

    ‘Does too! Looks exactly like my 22nd birthday did in the toilet! You were there!’ She explains.

    ‘s’fucking disgusting.’ He groans at the image she’s instilled in his head.

    ‘S’what I’m saying!’

    Harry liked falling back into this routine. The one he has with her, the one they share. He likes matching his routine to hers and not the other way around. Feels less guilt this way.

    He likes making her tea in the morning instead of just for him, likes eating breakfast with her instead of on his own, likes planning meals to cook for dinner and likes taking a bath with her instead of running one just for him.

    He fits. Fits really nicely into this routine they’ve created for themselves. He’s found a place in her life and she’s found a place in his.

    It’s half eleven and gloomy, the sun is struggling to come out but it’s getting there.

    ‘I think you’re growing up.’ She grins peeling back her banana.

    ‘You think?’ He grins.

    ‘A dinner party at home for a birthday party? No club? No lads holiday in Jamaica? Should start checking for grays.

    ‘I should.’ He agrees taking his phone off the charger. ‘That’ll be your job then.’

    His birthday isn’t until tomorrow and they will probably still go out. His mum is throwing him another party tomorrow night for family as well. But Harry is looking forward to this party the most. He’s seen enough clubs, they’re more of the same after a while. And his group of good friends has narrowed down over the years to the very best ones. He doesn’t need the large groups and loud outings anymore. But he wouldn’t mind laying out in Jamaica, he could use the tan he thinks but he’d much prefer staying here with her than a bit of color.  

    ‘They know,’ She sits back on the kitchen island. ‘About tonight?’

    ‘They do.’ He replies and she nods looking down at her phone when it vibrates. She wonders how that conversation sounded like. She’s glad she wasn’t around to hear it. ‘Having second thoughts?’ He asks. ‘Won’t be mad if you are.’

    ‘Oddly no,’ She laughs. ‘I want to give this to you.’

    She’s warmed up to idea now. She’s had two weeks to make sure. She still thinks it’s crazy, it is crazy but she’s curious. And her curiosity has overtaken her hesitation. ‘I’ve got to practice now don’t I?’ She grins looking down at her banana realizing the innuendo. She brings it to her lips, slips it passed them before hollowing her cheeks theatrically.

    ‘Jesus—don’t start this now.’ He groans. ‘None of that, we’re late.’

    She grins sliding off the kitchen island to grab her bag, ‘was just practicing for tonight.’

    ‘Don’t need any practice.’ He urges her along. They always seem to run late together. ‘Fortunately for me, you’ve got enough practice.’ He says completley serious before answering his phone.

    And she laughs sarcastically as she throws away the banana peel and follows him to the front door. ‘Good one, s’funny. You’re funny today.’

    She’d hoped they’d go on a run like they usually do on some mornings but it’s too cold and rainy and he doesn’t want her slipping on the wet pavement. And they hardly leave each other alone when they have so little time. So she’ll join him at the gym, he’ll do his thing and she’ll do hers. He uses that time to think anyway. Maybe she’ll do a few bouts in the ring as well.

    ‘You’ll tell me when it’s time for it?’ She asks once they’re both in the car. ‘Because—’

    ‘Of course.’

    ‘M’just gonna be on my knees right?’ She asks gathering her hair to tie it up.

    ‘Just how you would any other time. However you choose to, S’up to you.’

    She nods but her stomach churns a bit, but then it tightens at the thought. And the more she pictures it, the more bothered and flushed she gets.

    She’s shaken out of it though when Harry’s phone rings inside the car. And it’s no help at all that it’s his mum about lunch tomorrow for his birthday. It’s their thing every year. She fans her red cheeks as she greets his mum as well. She doesn’t stop either as she answers her questions about what their plans for tonight are.

    She’s practically begging him to step in and help her. Harry bites on his lip as he tries hard not to laugh. Her cheeks cool off only slightly when the call ends and Harry finally releases the laugh he’s kept in.

    ‘That was terrible of you.’ She glares.

    ‘I can’t lie to her! I’ll just start mumbling and muttering! So I had to keep quiet.’ He grins as he pulls into the parking spot. She nods sarcastically at his reasoning.

    They walk from the car to the gym quickly as the rain starts to drizzle. Harry didn’t miss the rain, even just this pretentious drizzle. But he did miss walking side by side with her so what’s a few rain drops?

    ‘Can’t believe you’re doing this.’ He wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him as they walk. It is in fact, quite chilly.

    ‘I can’t believe it either.’ She replies and he laughs into her neck. ‘Must be just as crazy, must love you a lot too.’

    ‘Love you.’ He pulls up the hood of her jacket so she doesn’t get too wet. ‘A lot.’ He says. ‘Love you too much.’  

    ‘Too much, really?’ She grins. ‘Sounds excessive.’

    ‘Mhmm, isn’t good. Haven’t got anything left for anyone else.’ He kisses her cheek, does so a few times too until she’s struggling out of his hold trying to escape the attack.

    ‘You could easily just split it up evenly between me and—’

    ‘I can’t! Not when you’re taking up all of it!’ He whines. ‘Took it all. Every drop.’

    She accepts that it’s her fault. Because she too has a hard time not giving him everything she has.

    She lets him get to it, get to whatever training day it happens to be. She’s lost count and can’t keep up with his work out schedule.

    She leaves the gym earlier anyway, to pick up his cake. He doesn’t know there’s a cake but there most definitely is. She got them sparkler candles too. She figures because Harry doesn’t like all the bells and whistles or anything over the top for his birthday, she’ll be the one to make sure he gets them anyway.

    He tries his hardest to keep away from sweets, more so now when he’s at the gym everyday. But he’ll just have to make an exception this time. Because this is his favorite cake and it’s his birthday.

    When she gets back she inspects the house to make sure he’s still at the gym. She puts the cake in the fridge with a note on it warning him about possible consequences if he takes a peek. And she knows he won’t because he can’t afford consequences, not today when there’s a lot on the line.

    ‘Is that a bloody cake—’ Harry calls as he walks into their bedroom as she showers.

    ‘Did you peek at it!’

    ‘No, I followed the threatening note.’ He leans against the glass. ‘When did you manage to pick it up?’ He smiles widely.

    ‘When you were busy stretching,’ she leans back into the stream to wash off the suds from her shampoo. ‘And you’ve got to have a piece, none of that no sugar nonsense tonight.’ She warns. ‘Now close the door birthday boy, it was all steamy before you waltzed in.’

    She shoos him away when he tries getting in on her shower. Ignored him shedding his clothes and arguing about how he needs to get clean too because she knows what he’s looking for. And she wants him to hold off until tonight, wants him needy for her touch.

    ‘I’ve got a whole month ahead of showering alone.’ He tries. ‘And m’the birthday boy.’ He has every intention of milking that until he can’t anymore.

    ‘M’not touching you though.’ She warns and he nods smugly getting in.

    They take turns under the stream of water, she watches him and he watches her. He finds this so silly and he just needs to touch her. Because like he said, soon he won’t have her to touch.

    So he finds a loophole.

    ‘Didn’t say I couldn’t touch you,’ he backs her into the glass that’s steamed over. ‘Gotta be more clear love.’ He lifts her arms, pins her wrists above her head. ‘There, keep ‘em there.’

    ‘You’re very spoiled you know that?’ She whispers. ‘Very greedy as well.’

    ‘Mmm,’ he hums kissing at her chin then down to her neck softly. ‘Love it when you name call.’ He looks up at her with grin from where he’s biting down on her neck. She isn’t amused.

    ‘M’gonna suck the life out of you in a few hours and you can’t hold off until then?’

    He grins widely, shaking his head. ‘If you could see what I’m seeing now…’ He bites the wet skin of her chest, then grazes his teeth along each breast. ‘You’d already have your answer.’

    She tries to ignore the way his wet body feels pressed against hers. His wet lips on her skin, the way water runs down his body and the way his hard cock is standing away from his body so beautifully and waiting for her.

    ‘It’s my fault then?’ She pants and he nods rapidly against her wet skin. She takes her hands down, in need of something to hold onto, his hair preferably as he sucks on her sensitive peaks. He bites down softly in response, she moans loudly as he brings her hands right back to where they should be.

    ‘You make me greedy.’ He presses his lips hard against hers. She moans against them whether she’d like to or not. He tugs at her bottom lip with his teeth before releasing it and going in for more. She knows what he’s about when he kisses like this. This type of kiss would only be appropriate here, with no one around. It’s hungry, desperate, and raw.

    ‘A terrible excuse.’ She whimpers as he hoists her up around his waist. But she forgets how bad it is when she feels his hard cock against her thighs.

    It’s a few hours later when Harry’s laughter echoes through their home. They’re both cleaned up then, her in a dress and him in her favorite shirt of his. She smirks at how desperate he’ll be to get out of those black jeans when they become too tight.

    She smiles wide too, at him laughing and smiling around his close group of friends. In addition to Harry, they all haven’t seen her for some time.

    They know what they’re here for as well as his birthday. That makes her as settled as she can be in a situation like this one. It’s only a dozen of his closest friends. There could have been three times that and she’s wondering if he kept it intimate for her.

    It isn’t a normal birthday activity like drinking games or karaoke but she knows their friends are the bunch to go along with this. And drinking games are only fun if you remember the rules and karaoke with Harry is quite pointless.

    She rolls her eyes with her lips against the champagne flute when the longevity of her red lipstick is questioned, if it’d stay put during.  

    It won’t, she’s already tested that. But she knows how much Harry likes that look on her, ruined and messy, might as well wear a sign that says she just blew him.

    ‘We’ll find out soon enough.’ She grins and Harry nearly chokes on his drink.

    She’s having fun with this now.

    And she doesn’t remember laughing this hard, maybe it’s because of the champagne, she hasn’t drank in a while. He’s got funny friends, funny just like him.

    Sometimes she just likes watching. Loves watching his eyes light up when they all talk, about music especially. She likes watching him shy away when the upcoming Oscar’s are mentioned more specifically, his respected nomination. She also very much enjoyed watching him react to the endless phone calls and messages when the news had spread.

    He didn’t know what to say anymore. Just kept saying thank you over and over again. He still can’t comprehend it either, but she made sure he knew very quickly that he was deserving of it. Because he did at some times, before bed wonder how this all happened. It happened because he’s brilliant at what he does and that’s that, is what she said and made him go to sleep. Because he is more than capable of letting these thoughts race through his head for hours and days.

    Harry has his hand on her knee as they all eat. A habit of his he doesn’t even notice but she does.

    She’s heard all of this teasing before about school and work. It’s understood and comes with the territory. Because if not them, Harry teases her about her never ending schooling.

    ‘Been five years now hasn’t it?’ They tease.

    It certainly feels that way.

    ‘Close, three.’ She plays along.

    ‘Just until May right?’ Harry grins. He’s more ready than she is at this point.

    She’s only got a bit more left. And when she’s throwing papers around, furiously typing and highlighting like mad woman he reminds her. Reminds her that in a few months time, she’ll graduate, all of this will be behind her and he’ll be there watching in the crowd. And he’s so looking forward to being in the crowd for once and cheering her on. That’s why they bought the house in Los Angeles, he wants them both in one place. Wants them to settle somewhere because he’s so very sure of her.

    ‘A proper scholar.’ He smirks.

    Later when Harry busies himself with showing off the new but antique record player he got recently as a gift, she gets his cake ready.

    She’s getting antsy now, she will admit. He told her when it’d be time. But she’s just waiting anxiously, guessing and on edge. She knows he’s thought of a proper time or maybe he hasn’t and he’s just going to surprise the both of them.

    ‘Fuck!’ She gasps. For someone as tall as him, with boots as heavy as his you’d think he wouldn’t be so good at sneaking up on people. But he is.

    ‘Been rock hard since you deep throated that banana this morning.’ He laughs into her shoulder.

    ‘Go,’ she fails at hiding a laugh as she takes the cake out from the fridge. She doesn’t need him peeking. He walks off looking back at her with a grin that takes up just about all of his face.  

    Harry smiles shyly when his cake is brought out, with the right amount of candles, one for good luck and pretty sparklers as well. It’s odd really she notices, how he celebrates everyone but recoils when it’s his turn.

    ‘Make one with me.’ He pulls her onto his lap as the singing ends.

    ‘No it’s your wish.’ She struggles in his hold but he keeps her. ‘M’not gonna hijack your—’

    ‘I haven’t got one.’ He chuckles. He really can’t think of one. But if she’s got one than it’s his as well.

    ‘He hasn’t got any left, he’s already getting his.’ She hears and tries not to laugh as everyone else does.

    But she thinks properly about a wish, looks at him and thinks really hard. Not wanting to waste it. But the wish that comes to her is quite simple really.

    ‘Ok, I’ve thought of one.’ She says.

    ‘Go on then.’ He kisses her cheek. ‘On three.’

    He counts for them, until three. She notices that boyish grin on him that she’s seen in so many childhood pictures of his. He looks the same now, blowing out his birthday candles just how he did when he was a child. The candles all go out together, and the sparklers die down soon after.

    ‘Happy Birthday.’ She kisses his cheek, his dimples deep as ever as she traces them before kissing him sweetly.

    It’s fun watching him eat cake, he hardly ever touches that stuff. That’s why she got him his favorite. He wasn’t going to have a birthday without a birthday cake, she’d made that clear.

    She’s permanently smiling now. She surprises herself each time, with how obsessed she is with him. How warm she feels watching him, how content and comfortable he is. ‘Is it good?’ She asks wiping the frosting from his lips and he nods before kissing her back. He gets goosebumps from her too, really he does.

    Harry nearly tries to avoid the toasts dedicated to him but everyone insists and so does she. She doesn’t let him move. They’ve moved to the sitting room, much more comfortable and spacious as everyone goes around in their turns saying something about him.

    ‘…and m’really lucky to have you.’ She grins and everyone’s glasses clink and he smiles widely pulling her back onto his lap. She traces her finger over his dimples again that have gone so deep from smiling so wide and laughing so hard.

    Harry can’t think properly sometimes when it comes to her. How he’s managed to find someone who feels so lucky to have him and he feels equally the same about her. He really does feel so lucky.

    Not just because she rubs his back when it’s feeling achey. And it’s not just because she puts up with his sleep restlessness, his sleep mumbles and soft snores. And it’s not even because she’s willing to blow him in front of his friends.

    ‘Do you want to show them love,’ he asks her softly. ‘How lucky I am?’ She nods subtly against his neck,  ‘How good you are?’ She nods again and he kisses her forehead softly. She’d be nervous if she wasn’t this aroused. She’s been picturing this moment for quite some time now, getting hot at the thought so she’s running on adrenaline and her own arousal now. ‘Go on angel, on those knees.’ He encourages her before finishing what’s left of his drink.

    She gets off his lap as he keeps his eyes on her. The look in his eyes reassuring, trusting and reading hers. Checking or waiting to see if maybe she changes her mind. She hasn’t.

    She thinks she wants this just as much as he does now. Her heart racing as she finds her place on her knees between his legs. This bit here isn’t different or new, she’s done this many times over just not for more sets of eyes. But for now, there isn’t anyone else in the room. She’ll get used to the idea once she gets started she thinks.

    She laces her fingers over his belt, unbuckling it slowly. Harry doesn’t know why just that is painfully erotic but it is. Now especially, he’s sensitive to everything she does. He’s been this way the entire day, wired, tense and knowing. He sets his glass down to help her with the buttons of his dress shirt as she pulls it out from his painfully tight jeans.

    He was right, he is rock hard. He’s always ready for her and in turn her mouth starts watering at one of her favorite sights. He hisses before she even gets her hands or mouth on him, just from the loss of the constrained fabric. The tightness of his jeans unbearable when he gets this hard for her.

    Harry knows they’re all looking at her, that was the point of all of this. He’s looking at her too. She only remembers that she’s being watched, that she’s the show when she hears drinks being tipped back around her.

    She wants to feel him first, get him even harder than he is now. She wants him to start leaking out, she wants to see those first few drops ooze from him from his now red and needy head.

    So she brushes the tip of her finger across him, across that mouthwatering vein that wraps around his thick length. She exhales slowly, feeling herself getting wetter every cruel second that passes by. She admires him as she continues up just below his tip to where she knows he he gets fidgety and squirmy from her touch.

    He inhales sharply when her fingers graze over him, she knows right where. Her eyes stay on his as she wraps her hand around the length of him. The skin of him is soft despite the hardness, he glides under the skin of her palm. He’s a pretty color too, pink and blushed, red and waiting at the tip.

    She pushes her hair back behind her shoulders as they sit with their elbows on their knees, getting comfortable watching her.

    ‘Pretty girl, it’s all for you, all yours.’ He says and she nods as he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.  

    He groans softly, almost painfully when she slides her thumb over the tip of him. He’s already breathing heavy when he watches her bring her lips to the wet and extremely sensitive tip of him. She wants to taste the first few drops, she’s missed the taste.

    ‘Go on Angel, suck on me.’ He says grazing his thumb across her jaw line, calming her.

    He stops breathing for a second there when she does, when she sucks around the head of him as her fingers trace down lazily but with purpose over his balls.

    She doesn’t think about stoping either. Thinks about nothing else but opening wide for him. She calms when her lips glide down the base of him. Her breathing controlled and slowing as she manages him further.

    ‘There’s my good girl, fuck—there she is.’

    He isn’t easy to get down, her lips have to stretch around the thickness of him and the length of him is a job getting as deep as she possibly can. But she’s learned over time, how to get him down further, stimulate all of him. How to make him make those noises, make that face…the face she has to try hard not to think about when she’s out and about.

    Harry lets out a winded exhale as her throat closes around the tip of him. Her throat closing around his throbbing cock startles and awes him. How has she managed to take him down that deep—and that fast.

    ‘Love—’ He doesn’t know what she’s doing or how the fuck she’s managing to take him so deep but he’s losing it. He can’t be this close this early. ‘Shit!—’

    She stills, breathes slowly before taking more of him down.

    He grunts loudly as his knuckles turn as white as a sheet from the tight hold they have at her hair. He’s, whether he consciously knows it or not, guiding her onto him. Getting her on him and she’s taking it. She’s taking him so good and he’s nearly shaking.

    ‘Christ! Are you even breathing!’ He hisses. He’s genuinely worried for her but she looks up at him, settles him with her shiny eyes that spur him further. He can’t stop looking at her. He can’t stop looking at her mouth then down to her throat where he’s sure he is.

    She hears the whispered curses of his friends and that only spurs her further. To pull off of him, pull her lips back only to take him back to the same deep place he’d been.

    ‘Fuck me,’ he groans as he looks down at her. The sight of this alone, her wet lips gliding over him, her cheeks hollowing when she takes him back down…her tongue licking over his slit…the sight of all of those, he’s sure could get him off. He knew this would be filthy he just didn’t think it’d look this filthy.

    ‘Maybe next time,’ she smiles up at him while running her tongue back over his slit. He chuckles softly, slightly out of breath as his friends do the same. She’s sure he’ll be bringing up that after a drunken night out soon. About fucking her in front of people. But for now she’s gliding her tongue back and forth over his slit tortuously slow as he fists her hair tighter at the thought of that too, being watched.

    He doesn’t think he can do it, doesn’t think she can handle it either. But his hips lift up towards her mouth, with a mind of their own as she takes him down again. She does that purely unfair thing where once he gets visibly tenser, groans louder she pulls off of him to lick at his head. But then she hollows out her cheeks ready to take him all in again. She does that three times and it takes him just the second time to understand what she’s doing. She’s teasing him, edging him painfully.

    He can’t properly punish her for it now, they aren’t at that point of comfort where he could spank her and discipline her in front of others as well.

    ‘Please,’ she looks up at him. She takes his hand from the back of her neck to tangle into her hair. ‘Just like you would my cunt.’

    He sighs deeply at her word choice. He’ll scold her for that later.

    He knows how much she likes this, having him fuck into her mouth. He knows what she’s asking for, the type of thrusts into her mouth she’s looking for. As if it was her cunt.

    So he tightens his hold on her hair, fists a good bit of it around his hand as he guides her back down on him, pulling her back and forth across him. She moans as he keeps tugging on her hair as he rocks into her mouth. The one he swears was crafted and sent by the gods themselves.

    He’s thrusting his hips forward on purpose now, and not just because it’s uncontrollable. But because she asked.  

    ‘Look at you.’ He says in amazement. His stomach stirs and tightens just looking down at her. ‘Taking me down so nicely.’ He praises and she’s driven by it.

    She holds tightly to his knee, leveraging it to get him deeper with every push of his passed her lips. Her dress has ridden up some to the top of her thigh, she knows so. And she enjoys the different sets of eyes watching.  

    Their sitting room, where they watch films and argue about triple word scores during scrabble is now filled with the filthiest sound they’ve ever heard. Wet, sloppy and whispered curses.

    The sound she’s letting out with his cock that deep in her mouth is lethal to him. She’s letting out a mixture of content hums, like he’s a sweet ice lolly and moaning whimpers when he slips passed her lips down to her throat.

    ‘All mine aren’t you Princess?’ He tugs at her hair, making her look up at him and she manages a nod. ‘All mine.’

    She hears ice cubes rattle in glasses as they’re tipped back by their friends as they lean closer to watch. They didn’t know what to expect from this either but this feels so filthy and sinful it’s captivating.

    She braves it, looks to the right of her to watch them all watch her. Her stomach tightens, her body tenses as she feels herself pool in her panties. Her eyes catch their blow out ones, one by one as her lips slide up and down slowly. Their gaze shifts from her eyes down to what she’s doing with her mouth.

    ‘Watching them watch you Princess?’ He asks.

    It’s not daunting anymore. How she’s there to be watched. Because he was right, right about it all. How much she likes this now. How it all makes her feel, like the main attraction, like a proper show piece.

    'Do you like being watched love?’ He asks stroking her hollowed cheek as he watches her watch them. ‘Putting on a nice show for everyone?’

    She nods softly, bobbing on him. If only she knew how she looked right now. He won’t be able to get this picture out of his head ever, it’ll run through his head like a movie. He’ll be doing nothing, sitting in a meeting and this right now will dawn on him and he’ll feel so filthy at the memory. How willing she is right now, how determined and the way her cheeks go pink every time she hears someone curse whilst watching her take him in deep again and again.

    He can’t wrap his head around it nor is he even trying to. How her lips are gliding over him, matching his rocking thrusts. Her full lips redder and puffier now, glistening wet wrapping around him from the tip of him until her throat closes around it.

    ‘Look here Angel,’ he brings her back to him with his thumb at her chin.

    Her jaw is slowly starting to ache now, but in the type of way that makes her want to keep testing herself. How much she can take of him and for how much longer. She’s the one who decided on her own that tonight she’d manage to get him that deep and deeper each time she pulls her lips back over him. So she keeps going, she needs to.

    ‘That’s it,’ he groans. ‘Right fuckin there.’ He praises.

    She tightens her lips around him, making this all the more torturous for him. She wants, needs him to come now. She’s been torturing herself with this thought for weeks. Him spilling into her mouth for people to watch. She’s desperate for it now just like he is.

    So she presses her lips tighter, mimicking just how her cunt tightens around him. And he’s familiar with this tactic of hers. She can tell he remembers by how tightly he suddenly clutches and tugs at the hair at the crown of her head. He can’t get the thought out of his head now, her mouth and her cunt and just how warm and wet they both are. He’s close, much too close to come back from that now.

    ‘Eyes on me love, want to see you when I spill into your pretty mouth.’ He pants. His eyes seem to be watering too, just as blown out and wet as hers now as she keeps sucking him. ‘Fucking Christ—Angel!’ He groans.

    Before he realizes it either, and with a tight fist at her hair he’s coming down her throat. His head falls back, as he groans and his chest heaving. She moans around him, thankful and needy for it. His harsh grip on her hair only tightens and she’s moaning at that too. The vibrations of her mouth jolting him further, emptying all of him between her lips. It’s a lot, more than she’s used to but she’s taking it all down. His stomach tightens and releases as she sucks everything from him. He’s nearly whimpering by then as she keeps sucking him until she’s sure she got everything and lets him fall from her lips.

    She wouldn’t have known what to do then if he hadn’t pulled her back up to him. She’s breathless too as he pulls her back to sit on his lap. He nearly groans at the sight of her. Some of his release had ended up on her bottom lip when she got her lips off of him.

    ‘Was that good?’ She asks quietly and he nods still speechless and amazed as he wipes his thumb across her bottom lip. Lets her suck what’s left off of it. He kisses her hard then, he wants her now, to himself this time. She can tell, he’s kissing her like he always does when he has to have her. Just like he did this afternoon in the shower that was supposed to be a shower for one. She pulls back, seemingly telling him ‘later’ with her eyes and he understands.

    ‘Didn’t see you guys there.’ She grins turning her head away from him. ‘How much of that did you guys see?’ She asks. Harry laughs with them as he kisses her forehead.

    Harry’s made to open some of his gifts even though he hates getting gifts. Except for the one he got a few minutes prior. He doesn’t hate the blender either.

    She isn’t done yet. She knows he’s taken the next week off for his birthday but he didn’t plan anything for the week. He wanted the exact opposite of planned. But it’s much too cold in London, Harry could use a holiday and she won’t refuse one either. It isn’t a lads holiday in Jamaica but it’ll be theirs.

    She watches him contently as he laughs at the silly cards, laying her head against him as she hears laughter erupt from him, his chest vibrating.  

    It’s hard to get him something, because if he wanted it he’d get it. Which is why the biggest tip she gives everyone about her boy is get him something he can’t buy at a shop. Make him something. Harry much prefers things like that.

    It’s a quarter passed twelve when things die down.

    Even considering all that had happened not an hour ago, she still flushes when they’re thanked for the the ‘dinner and the show.’

    She downs the last of her champagne before putting what’s left of the cake in the fridge. Harry will pick away at it despite his great restraint against sugar. And she certainly doesn’t see why it can’t be their breakfast tomorrow.

    She jumps for the second time that night when she feels his arms wrap around her waist. ‘Genuinely thought you were gonna choke on me.’ He shakes his head recounting the event. ‘Got worried—’

    ‘Wanted to surprise you.’ She grins. ‘Birthdays call for surprises.’

    ‘You’re dripping.’ He guesses, chuckling against her neck.

    ‘For a while.’ She shudders when he kisses up the back of her neck.

    ‘Yeah?’ He grins. 'Being watched made you that wet?’

    She nods, it really did. ‘Thought about touching myself while I had you in my mouth but I wouldn’t have heard the end of it from you if I had.’

    ‘You’re so disciplined.’ He bites into her shoulder. ‘So well behaved.’ He wraps his hands around her waist, throwing her over his shoulder. ‘Taught you well.’

    He’s been needing her all night, wanted to be close to her, properly tangled into her. But he takes all that he said back when he feels her bare bum as her dress rides up.  

    ‘Take everything I said back.’ He shakes his head swatting at the bare skin. He’s got easy access from how he’s carrying her and her dress has already folded up to her waist.

    ‘Was just gonna soak them anyway!’ She yelps. She’s getting wetter now too, always does when he spanks her.

    ‘Thought you were my little angel,’ he spanks her again and then another. ‘Was gonna reward you for it.’

    ‘Fuck—Harry.’ She cries. ‘Your mum’s gonna wonder why I won’t be able to sit properly tomorrow!’  

    He laughs as he gets to the top of the stairs. He hadn’t thought about that, usually enjoys watching her struggle to put jeans on or sit like she said. He still gets an earful about that one time she couldn’t put her bathing suit on because there were visible hand prints all over her bum and she couldn’t go swimming properly without her cheeks getting as red as her other ones.

    ‘What’d you use my wish for?’ He throws her onto their bed.

    ‘That I’d be able to take you that deep,’ she pushes the hair from her face. She’s properly needy now, soaking between her thighs and panting.


    ‘No,’ she scoffs. ‘Wished for you to be happy always.’

    ’S’abit boring.’ He smiles hovering over her.

    ‘Sorry.’ She grins.

    ‘Did you mean what you said?’ He asks.

    ‘About what?’

    ‘Bout being fucked and watched.’ He bends her leg so he can get her shoes off for her one by one.

    ‘I don’t know.’ She shrugs as her heels fall to the floor.

    ‘Don’t hide on me now.’ He finds the side zipper of her dress before zipping it down.

    ‘M’not hiding anything.’ She pulls down the straps of her dress so he can tug it off of her. She kicks the fabric off and that too falls to the floor.

    ‘Are too.’

    ‘I just….’ she starts.

    ‘C’mon, spit it out.’ He teases and she glares. ‘Finish the sentence.’ He grins widely.

    ‘I like being watched.’ She admits, looking back up at him after getting his jeans down.

    ‘You did put on quite the show this evening.’ He kisses her.

    ’S’not like I don’t enjoy taking you down my throat, got a really good looking cock.’ She grins.

    ‘You’d let me to fuck you in front of people?’


    ‘Christ—’ He nearly wheezes into her neck. ‘Where has that been hiding?’ He mumbles into the warm skin.

    ‘In a sock drawer, what do you mean hiding—’

    ‘You didn’t tell me that bit! I thought I knew all of your—’

    ‘What was I supposed to say about it? S’not like it can easily be accomplished or arranged? ‘How would—’

    ‘There are places.’


    ‘Places for that.’

    ‘You’d let someone else watch me come?’ She asks already knowing the answer. He thinks on that for a moment. He did say that at some point. How he wouldn’t ever share that with anyone. ‘Didn’t think so.’ She laughs.

    ‘Don’t think I’ll ever like the idea of someone else knowing how you look like when you come—’

    ‘I know.’

    ‘Let me look into it,’ he thumbs over her bottom lip. ‘Gotta think about it.’

    ‘Alright one step at a time,’ she laughs. ‘Can’t do everything all at once.’

    He nods, agreeing with her as he hovers back over her, kissing her again. His mind is doing so much at once. He’s overwhelmed really. By her and all that she is and that she’s a part of his life, a good chunk of it. He thinks he’d really like to spend the rest of his birthdays with her and not just because she’s generous with gifts.

    ‘Happy Birthday,’ she smiles. ‘And I do really hope you’re happy always.’

    It was a good wish to wish.

    ‘M’really in love with you, s’disgusting.’ He wraps her leg around him tighter.

    ‘Mmm that’s nice,’ she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

    ‘Actually can’t see my life without you, can’t go an hour without thinking about you.’

    ‘That is disgusting.’ She agrees and he nods. His fingers have trailed down to her wet folds, gathering the wetness that had been waiting there for him.

    She exhales into his neck, shuddering at the contact, finally. She whimpers when he tastes her from his fingers, widens her eyes at him when he moans in satisfaction. She’s properly needy now, stirring underneath him, looking in between them for his nearing cock impatiently. He kisses her then roughly, wet lips meeting, making her taste herself. Just like she did for him.

    ‘Spend good chunks of time thinking about marrying you, mother of my children, all that gross stuff.’ He says quietly guiding himself to her wet slit.

    ‘Really?’ She shakes slightly. ‘And you don’t get ill thinking about all that?’ She whimpers against his lips when the head of him stretches her.

    ‘No,’ he shakes his head, bringing her hand to lay beside her head so he can lock his with hers. ‘Just really happy.’ He pushes into her.

    GREY AREA. (M) | 01

    And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

    And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

    “I’d rather be alone, but you’re fermented in my bones.” - Habits of my Heart, Jaymes Young

    ›› Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader
    ›› Word Count: 4,444
    ›› Chapter Index and Warnings
    ›› Soulmate!AU, Slowburn, Angst

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    You’re standing in a party that one of the college fraternities is throwing, music blaring through a pair of speakers so loudly, that the voice of the singer comes out in a buzz. You feel your heart jump with the rhythm leaking into the room. You’re standing in the foyer of the large house, the room filled with too many people to be considered comfortable, bodies bump into you every few seconds, but you can’t find it within you to care.

    You watch and laugh as Hoseok, one of your friend’s, does a keg stand. Two boys you don’t recognize, and you’re sure neither Hoseok or Taehyung do either, holding each one of his legs upwards. A number of people have huddled around to cheer him on, screaming out a chorus of, “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”

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    Notes: Written for the Aro/Ace Wolves Mini Bang! (On AO3)

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    Derek looks up from his calculus textbook when he hears the bell jingle, and he has to suppress a smile. This guy’s a regular. He usually comes in every couple of weeks, awkward and overly-enthusiastic. He gets in to animated conversations with other patrons, flails a lot, and almost always manages to knock something off a shelf.

    And he’s cute.

    Really cute.

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    anonymous asked:

    20. babysitting together for msr pls??

    Dear anon, I’m not sure this qualifies as babysitting together… it just turned out like this. And of course it got long again. 

    Set in early season six.

    Mulder knows Scully is home because there are noises coming from inside.

    He’s knocked twice already and now he’s waiting, maybe a little bit impatiently; he’s worrying the edges of the case files he’s holding in his hands. The flimsy excuse for his visit.

    About to knock again, the door opens, and at first Mulder, expecting Scully, doesn’t see the tiny person basically hanging from the door knob.

    “Who are you?” Mulder lowers his eyes upon hearing the voice and blinks in confusion.

    “This is- Dana Scully’s apartment?” The child stares up at him, imitating his blinking. The child, he can’t deny, looks eearily like Scully herself; red hair, but unruly, unbrushed, and big, blue, very curious eyes. His first thought is that he’s entered an alternate reality where Dana Scully, his partner, is nothing but a child.

    “Aunty Dana there is a strange man here!” The small girl yells without taking her eyes off him. Of course, Mulder thinks and smiles at the girl who remains skeptical, narrowing her eyes. A Scully child, but not her; and definitely not hers. He tries to chase the thought away quickly, but the child… why does this girl look so much like Scully herself?

    “Hannah, I told you not to- Mulder? What are you doing here?”

    “I…uhm, there was something in this-“ He keeps staring at the child, who wears the same curious expression as Scully, in just a few sizes smaller.

    “Is this the man Uncle Bill always complains about?” The girl, Hannah, asks, gazing up at Mulder.

    “That sounds like me.” Mulder smiles, but the girl remains wary.

    “Mulder, this is my niece Hannah,” Scully’s voice sounds like an endless sigh, “She is Charlie’s daughter.” He expects her to give more details, but she doesn’t. Judging by her look she is waiting for him to say his piece and leave her alone again.

    “Hi, Hannah. Uhm, Scully I was wondering if I could talk to you about this case but… I didn’t know your brother was here.”

    “He’s not,” Hannah quickly interjects, “he and mommy are on a date. That’s why I get to stay with aunt Dana. I like her a lot.” Mulder nods, fully understanding the child. There’s no one else he’d rather spend time with either. That’s the whole reason he’s here after all.

    “What is a case, aunt Dana? Can Mulder come in and play with us?” He does his best to look harmless and puts on a pouty smile. Two against one is unfair, he realizes, but he’s shameless.

    “All right, Mulder can come in.” Scully, still in sighing mood, opens the door to let Mulder inside. Apparently this is the sign for Hannah to completely claim him for herself. She takes his hand and almost forcefully leads him over to the couch. There’s a huge box of Legos next to Scully’s usually impeccable couch table. Mulder admires the colorful, child made construct.

    “Did you make this?” Hannah nods proudly and grins, showing him a nice combination of baby teeth and empty spaces.

    “It’s a space ship,” she tells him and Mulder quickly glances at Scully, whose face is unreadable. “Aunt Dana says aliens are gray. My daddy told me they’re green.”

    “Oh, did she?” Mulder can’t help the grin on his face just like Scully can’t hide the blush that spreads on hers. “But she’s right, you know.”

    “I want to go to space when I’m big. Do you think I can? Aunt Dana says I can.”

    “You know what? You should always listen to what your aunt Dana tells you. She is really smart and almost always right. And I’m absolutely certain you can go to space when you’re big.” Hannah turns to look at Scully, a big fat grin on her face.

    “Mulder, you wanted to talk to me about a case?”

    “But Mulder needs to help me build the space ship!”

    “I’m sure Mulder has other plans, Hannah. Anyway, it’s almost time for bed.” The girl huffs loudly. He considers telling Scully that he doesn’t have other plans; the case was just an excuse to come here. What Mulder didn’t consider, though, is that unlike him she might be busy on a Friday night. The thought of spending a weekend apart from her seemed unbearable; they spent so many weekends together, not necessarily by choice, while assigned to the x-files. Now he doesn’t remember not to be around her all the time. But she didn’t tell him about her brother visiting, or babysitting her niece. He wouldn’t have just shown up if she had (or he would have thought of a better reason). So he figures it’s partly her fault he’s here now.

    “Mulder?” Scully’s voice is impatient as she points her finger towards the kitchen. He picks up his file and follows her. “So what did you want to talk about? Why didn’t you just call? Why couldn’t it have waited til Monday?”

    “Uhm…” Mulder doesn’t have an answer for any of her questions. Seeing Hannah has thrown him off; seeing Scully with the girl who looks so much like her has made him forget everything. Completely out of patience, Scully tears the file out of Mulder’s hands.

    “Mulder, you can’t be serious. This is not an x-file. It’s not even a case!” She closes the file forcefully and throws it on the table. “So why are you really here?”

    “I- it is a case, Scully. These teenagers-“

    “Mulder, no. You could have called me with this and it would have taken me two minutes to tell you that this is nothing. Not to mention that we’re off the x-files. Yet you decided to drive over here on a Friday night. Why?”

    “Why didn’t you tell me about your niece?” Scully’s eyebrows rise in surprise.

    “I don’t see how this is any of your business.

    “You didn’t tell me your brother was in town.”

    “Mulder, what I do on weekends is my business. This doesn’t concern you and if there’s no reason for you to be here…” She trails off suddenly, crossing her arms in front of her and just stares at him.

    “But why didn’t you just tell me your brother was visiting? I wouldn’t have come here.” Of course it’s a lie. Knowing her brother was here, the one who doesn’t know him and maybe, just maybe, doesn’t hate him, might not have changed anything. He still would have missed her. He wants to tell her exactly that – that he misses her, that a weekend without her is insufferable – but he knows how she’ll react if he does; she’ll roll her eyes, she’ll say his name in that particular way and she’ll send him away. So he decides to stall and turn the tables around.

    “Like I said, Mulder, this is not about you. This is my life, my family. It doesn’t concern you.” Her words shouldn’t hurt as much as they do. Yet, they tear right through him, gnaw strongly at him. He sighs deeply and watches her like she watches him. At least she hasn’t thrown him out yet.

    “Mulder!” A voice chimes from the living room. “I need help on my space ship!”

    “At least one Scully woman still likes me.” Mulder’s attempt at humor falls short when Scully’s face remains stoic.

    “She doesn’t know you very well.” Scully replies and that one really hurts.

    “Am I allowed to help her? Or do you want me to leave?” Her answer is clearly written on her face; she wants him to leave. Mulder knows they need to talk about this; whatever this is. Maybe part of him, at least unconsciously, wanted to come here to clear the air between them. Scully has been edgy for a while now, at least since their return from Antarctica. Their reassignment and Diana’s presence, their undisclosed past, haven’t helped matters much. Though Mulder isn’t sure either of these things is the reason for her distant behavior.

    “Go ahead,” Scully makes a dismissive hand gesture, “You’ve got 20 minutes until bed time.” There’s a remark on his tongue, but this time he swallows it, nods, and joins little Hannah in the living room. The girl grins at him. Ten minutes ago she didn’t even know him and now she’s reaching out her hands, grabbing for him. If only he had that same effect on her aunt. Mulder sits down on the floor next to Hannah and carefully touches the still unfinished space ship.

    “Something is missing.” She tells him, slightly stumbling on her ’s’-sounds. “I don’t know what.” Mulder pretends to examine the space ship closely, making the girl giggle. He takes a few of the bricks and puts them in her hand. Hannah watches him closely as he builds a small attachment on the roof of the rectangular shaped ship.

    “What is it?” Hannah leans over, her long hair falling all around her face. Mulder reaches out and as the child turns to him, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

    “An entrance,” he explains, “You have to have someone fly the space ship, right?” Hannah nods happily. “See? That’s how your pilot can get in.”

    “Or the alien.” Hannah reminds him.

    “Or the alien.” Mulder agrees with a smile.

    “Hannah,” Scully’s voice is gentle and as Mulder lifts his head, sees her soft expression, he can’t help but wonder how long she’s been standing there. “Come on, you’ve got to get ready for bed.”


    “The space ship will still be there tomorrow.” Hannah hesitates, her small hand still holding a few bricks.

    “And Mulder? Will Mulder still be here tomorrow?”

    “Come on now,” Scully urges her on and reaches out her hand. This time Hannah does as she’s told and follows along the hall, “You can say goodbye once you’re in your pajamas.”

    Mulder gets up from the floor, his knees protesting quietly, and sits on the couch. They must have left the bathroom door open because he can hear them in there. Hannah is telling Scully all about space and the moon, aliens and monsters and Mulder has to grin.

    “I like Mulder,” the girl says loudly; Mulder doubts that she’s aware he can hear them out here, “Why doesn’t uncle Bill like him?”

    “They didn’t meet under the best circumstances. You’re not done brushing your teeth yet, Hannah.”

    “I’ll tell uncle Bill how great Mulder is at building space ships. He must like him then! You like him, right?” Mulder strains his ears; he knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop and he knows that Scully most likely won’t tell her niece what an asshole he is. At least he hopes she won’t. There’s plenty of time for that in the future. Once he’s out of Scully’s life, just a bleak memory, and when Hannah asks about him as a teenager – if she remembers him at all – she can tell him then. How he let her down and how he lets everyone down he loves. As long as she doesn’t do it now when Hannah still likes him, when she thinks he’s good at playing Legos.

    “Aunty Dana? You like him, don’t you?”

    “Yes, honey. I do like Mulder. I like him a lot.” Mulder wonders how much of that is true when he hears tiny feet running down the hall. Hannah jumps onto the couch and right into his side.

    “Hey, be careful.” He starts tickling her and she screams in delight.

    “Not fair, Mulder!” He lets go of her then, but she remains cuddled to his side, leaning against him.

    “Tell Mulder goodnight, Hannah. He needs to go home, too.” The girl turns to him with an earnest expression.

    “Is it almost past your bedtime, too?” She asks him and he nods solemnly.

    “I hate bed time.” Hannah lets him know in a loud whisper.

    “Me too.” He admits, quickly glancing up at Scully. “But you should listen to your aunt Dana. Remember what I told you earlier?”

    “That she’s always right.”

    “Exactly. So you better do as she says and go to bed.”

    “But…” Her eyes fill with tears, “Can Mulder come back tomorrow?”

    “Hannah… Mulder might have plans tomorrow.” Scully sighs and Mulder turns to look at her. He went to Antarctica for her; if she thinks he’s backing down when it comes to babysitting her adorable niece, they really need to have a talk.

    “I’m still here tomorrow,” Hannah tells him excitedly, “Please don’t have plans tomorrow.”

    “You know what,” Mulder leans closer to the little girl, “I promise I’ll talk to your aunt Dana about this if you go to bed now.” Hannah thinks it over for a moment, then nods, and wanders off. Scully stares after her, amazement apparent on her face. Mulder can’t help his smug grin.

    “Well, my work here is done,” he says, getting up from the couch, “I better leave. You can tell Hannah whatever you like. Tell her…,” how much I hate this, he thinks, “tell her I do have plans. I’m sure you’ll come up with something plausible. I’ll see you on Monday.”

    He’s halfway to the door when Scully stops him. “Mulder, wait.” He stops, but doesn’t turn around just yet.

    “Do you want to spend the day with us tomorrow? Maybe not the whole day. I mean… however long you want. If you want.”

    “What about you?” He’s facing her now and he wishes he could tell her how much he wants this. To spend the day with her and her adorable nice. To just be around her, talk to her, without fighting, without second-guessing each other. They don’t need the x-files. At least not for this. He wants to be with her any way he is allowed, any chance he gets.

    “What about me? I’ll be there too.”

    “No, I mean… do you want me to spend the day with you and Hannah?” His eyes plead with hers to just say yes. This is his olive branch until he figures out to tell her all the things he wants to say to her; until he figures out how to right whatever went wrong between them these last couple of months. Scully is taking her time answering and finally she sighs; a clear sign that she’s come to a decision.

    “I’d really like it if you’d spend the day with us, Mulder. Hannah adores you.”

    “And you like me.” If only he knew how to keep his mouth shut sometimes. He smiles sheepishly, basically admitting that he’s eavesdropped earlier. Scully’s earlier discontentment with him seems to have evaporated, though, and he receives a warm smile.

    “And I like you. How about you come over for breakfast? Then we’ll figure out what to do.”

    “I can’t wait, Scully.”

    And that’s the truth.

    REALMS (PT7)

    Originally posted by chimtae


    GENRE: DEMON AU, SMUT (there is finally smut in this chapter)

    NOTE: Realms might be ending after a few more chapters. Just to warn you guys! 

    “Are you as delicious as you sound?”

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    The Christmas scene

    Sherlock*proud as hell of himself*: Jeanette!  Ah, process of elimination.

    Molly entering from the door.

    Sherlock:*What the…? Makeup! Hair down! A ridiculous silver bow! Oh No! Under this thick coat there must be …*

    Sherlock*shocked*: Oh, dear Lord.

    Molly*smiling and shining*: Hello, everyone. Sorry, hello… it said on the door just to come up.

    Everybody is greeting her.

    Sherlock (rolling his eyes): Oh, everybody’s saying hello to each other. How wonderful! 

    Sherlock:*I need any distraction, I don’t want to see this coat taken off, I CAN’T SEE THIS COAT TAKEN OFF!*

    John: Let me … HOLY MARY! 

    Lestrade: Wow! 

    Sherlock (annoyed):* yup I was right, there is a sexy dress under this coat, which means … NO NO NO don’t go there now … just skip it!*

    Molly (sweetly): Having a Christmas drinkies, then? 

    Sherlock:*ok stay cool and answer with a smile*

    Sherlock (trying to sound cool and epic-ally failing): No stopping them, apparently. 

    Sherlock (sitting):*yessss the best distraction is John’s blog … let’s see what case he ruined this time*

    Mrs Hudson: It’s the one day of the year where the boys have to be nice to me, so it’s almost worth it! 

    John to Molly: Have a seat.

    Sherlock (laughing bitterly in his palace) : *oh don’t worry about that … she’s not staying for a long time … she got better things to do*

    Sherlock: John? 

    John: Mmm? 

    Lestrade: Molly?  Want a drink? 

    Sherlock (huffing): and suddenly everybody is caring about Molly (he rolled his eyes)

    Sherlock (trying to distract himself again): The counter on your blog still says one thousand eight hundred and ninety-five.

    John (mocking): Ooh, no! Christmas is cancelled! 

    Sherlock *like I’m not suffering enough right now!*: And you’ve got a photograph of me wearing that hat!

    John: People like the hat.

    Sherlock *it’s ridiculous!*: No they don’t. What people? 

    Molly: How’s the hip?

    Mrs Hudson: Ooh, it’s atrocious, but thanks for asking. 

    Molly: I’ve seen much worse, but then I do post-mortems.

    Sherlock (crazily laughing in his palace):*oh my god that’s a good one*. 

    Awkward silence

    Sherlock (wide eyes): *alright maybe not for everybody’s taste*

    Molly (apologetically): Oh, God. Sorry.

    Sherlock (finally looking to her): Don’t make jokes, Molly.

    Sherlock (eyeing her sexy dress and feeling his heart sinking)

    Molly: No. Sorry. 

    Sherlock (eyeing her bags and feeling his heart sinking more and more):*a present wrapped in the same color of her lipstick, this is worse than I thought*

    Molly to Lestrade: I wasn’t expecting to see you. I thought you were gonna be in Dorset for Christmas. 

    Lestrade: That’s first thing in the morning, me and the wife. We’re back together. It’s all sorted. 

    Sherlock (beginning to lose control): No, she’s sleeping with a P.E. teacher.

    Molly: And John. I hear you’re off to your sister’s, is that right? 

    John: Yeah.

    Molly: Sherlock was complaining. 

    Sherlock (looking to her disappointed): *come on now that, was private between us*

    Molly: … saying.

    Sherlock (rolling his eyes and whining): *yeah yeah whatever, why are you even still here asking everyone how you’re doing, don’t you have a (mocking) date you need to attend*

    John: First time ever, she’s cleaned up her act. She’s off the booze.

    Sherlock (having an irresistible urge to ruin everybody’s day and letting himself): Nope. 

    John: Shut up, Sherlock.

    Sherlock: *ok time to put Ms Hooper out of her misery and let her reach the (mocking) date in time*

    Sherlock (faking sweetly): I see you’ve got a new boyfriend, Molly, and you’re serious about him. 

    Molly: Sorry, what?

    Sherlock (boiling inside): *oh don’t play shy!*

    Sherlock: In fact, you’re seeing him this very night and giving him a gift.

    John (trying to stop him): Take a day off. 

    Lestrade (putting a glass in front of him as another desperate attempt to shut him up): Shut up and have a drink.

    Sherlock: Oh, come on. Surely you’ve all seen the present at the top of the bag  perfectly wrapped with a bow. All the others are slapdash at best.

    He stood up suddenly, wondering which lousy wrapped present was his. 

    Sherlock: It’s for someone special, then. 

    Sherlock (blood began to heat): *more special than me*

    He picked the gift suppressing the need to toss it in the chimney.

    Sherlock: The shade of red echoes her lipstick either an unconscious association or one that she’s deliberately trying to encourage. Either way, Miss Hooper has luuuuuve on her mind. The fact that she’s serious about him is clear from the fact she’s giving him a gift at all.

    Sherlock (fire surrounding him in the palace): *she’s putting effort in this relationship, she’s serious about it, it means she’s over me*

    Sherlock: That would suggest long-term hopes, however forlorn; and that she’s seeing him tonight is evident from her make-up and what she’s wearing.


    Sherlock (playing with the card of the gift): *now let’s see what is the name of the new psychopath you chose this time, I hope he won’t be worse than Moriarty.

    Sherlock: Obviously trying to compensate for the size of her mouth and breastssssssssss … 

    Sherlock (reading the card for hundred times, checking the name for thousand times): *Sherlock, my name is Sherlock, Sherlock is my name, this is my present, it’s me the luuuuve in her mind, god help me she’s putting three kisses, I’m the romantic attachment, love Molly, she loves me, me she loves, and  I just (suddenly freezing in the palace)  … ooooooh dear lord*

    Molly (getting him out of his thoughts with her voice that felt like a knife stabbing deeply through his heart): You always say such horrible things. Every time. Always. Always. 

    He tried to run as fast as he could, he wanted the floor to swallow him in this moment, but she was hurt, his Molly was hurt because of him, again.

    Sherlock:*be a man and fix what you just ruined* (he admonished himself roughly)

    Sherlock(trying to find his voice): I am sorry. Forgive me. 

    He never apologized before, but the words didn’t feel weird, he was sincere.

    Sherlock: Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper.

    She was very near, he could smell her perfume and the cookies she was baking, he couldn’t resist.

    He leaned down to kiss her slightly on the cheek, he never imagined he would kiss her one day, there was no need to do so before or even now, but he just did, he wanted to, nothing could prepare him for the warm he felt around his heart, she was soft and warm, she was closer than ever, it felt good, it felt right.

     An erotic moan heard around the room, pulling him away from his alien thoughts.

    Molly (terrified): No! That wasn’t …  I didn’t …

    Sherlock (trying to pull himself out of this path and forgetting what he just felt, deleting it from his palace but failing, he convinced himself because it was new): No, it was me.

    Lestrade (surprised): My God, really?! 

    Molly (still terrified): What?!

    Sherlock: My phone.

    He thanked The Woman internally for the perfect rescue in the prefect time.


    olicity || ao3 || teen || light angst || 1282 || more fics

    summary: The law has finally caught up to Oliver and Felicity… now they’ve only got one option. Run. (s5 finale spec)
    a/n: i don’t know i just love this idea so much i decided to run with it

    Under the cover of darkness they escaped the city. With the help of their friends, they climbed aboard a rickety plane and flew off towards hell. Or purgatory to be more exact. She never thought that this would actually happen. Buckled in this plane again, feeling her body getting rocked back and forth, while Oliver flew. On the run from the police. She’d been caught. Felicity Smoak had been caught and was now being charged as a Cyber Terrorist. Mandatory five years in prison. Considering the things she was doing it would undoubtedly be more.

    Oliver was facing his own personal hell. Impeached as the mayor and outed as the Green Arrow. It didn’t matter how many allies he had as either, he couldn’t face down the police this time. There were murder charges going all the way back to when he first came home along with a laundry list of other things.

    How the hell did they get into this mess?

    Neither of them would do well in prison. Oliver is not popular among criminals, and although she’s sure he could hold his own, she doesn’t want him to have to. And as for herself, orange was not her color. At least not in jumpsuit form.

    She wrapped her arms around herself as they neared the island. They went lower, through the clouds, getting splashed with water. The wind shook the entire plane, causing a spike in her already panicked state. She still hated heights. A lot.

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    The Joker x Reader - “See No Evil”

    The Joker stole 10 glass vials containing an experimental new substance from The Wayne Industry Laboratories. J was moving the ampules into a new case when one was accidentally dropped and now he can’t see. The doctor said it’s a temporary side effect and it shouldn’t last more than a couple of weeks. You are so taking advantage of the situation even if you’ll pay for it later.

    You steal a lot of kisses.

    The Joker gets out of the shower with his eyes closed, leaning over to reach the towel.

    “Muah,” you peck his lips and back out before he snatches you.

    “Stop it, Kitten! It’s really annoying when I can’t see and you just…”

    “Muah,” you kiss him again, not intimidated by his complaints.

    “Are you serious?! Cut it out!” J steps out dripping wet and you yank the towel from his hand. “Give it back, Y/N! I’m getting mad and I…”

    “Muah!” you make him shut up, kissing those soft lips again.

    “This is outrageous! I’m the Joker and you just can’t…”


    “Dammit, woman, this is stupid!” he takes a few hesitant steps, careful not to bump into anything. He hears you snickering and he knows you’re close. “Give me back my towel or I’ll shoot you, I swear!” J protests, irked.

    “Good luck with that; I stashed everything away, you’ll never find your weapons. Hehehehe!” you giggle when he almost touches you but… you elude him.

    “Come here, Kitten. NOW! I mean it! If you don’t…”

    “Muah!” you steal another kiss and this time you give up, letting him catch you because you feel sorry for him: for once The King of Gotham is pretty helpless.

    You start drying his hair with the towel, while he purrs, irritated at your behavior and enjoying being spoiled in the same time. You’re getting groped and pinched as revenge for the repeated offenses against The Clown Prince of Crime. Can’t whine about it since you are the first to admit you deserve it.

    “There, done,” you conclude, guiding him towards the bedroom so he can put some clothes on. “What do you wanna wear today?” you ask, leaving him by the bed so you can grab the clothes from the closet.

    “My Armani silver suit,” J replies, messing around with his green hair. “You’d better not trick me, I’ll know!” he threatens and you don’t care.

    “Sure, whatever you say,” you snort and hear him huff.

    “I would! So that better be what I asked for,” he points his finger towards you but he has the wrong direction…Poor Mister J.

    “To your left baby,” you give him a hint and now he points in the right direction. The Joker opens his eyes, trying to focus his gaze on something but there is only darkness so he gives up and closes his eyes again.

    “Pumpkin, hurry up,” he growls, impatient. A few days passed and he’s till blind as a bat. Yes, this is a pun but can’t share with him; probably would not appreciate it too much for the moment being.

    You actually pick the dark purple Armani suit to give to him because you like it better than the silver one. Same fabric and cut, he won’t know it’s a different color.

    “J, can you please open your eyes?” you plead.

    “I can’t see so there’s no point,” he grouchily mumbles.

    “But I like your blue eyes and I wanna see them. Comeeee onnnn, make me happy.”

    The Joker mutters something you can’t understand and does as requested.

    “There you are!” you cheerfully smile and go towards the balcony so you can get the blanket from the sofa.

    “I’ll have you know, Doll…” J clearly has a speech in mind he wants to clear out. Yet…

    “Baby, I’m over here, you’re looking in the wrong direction.”

    “Huh?” he puffs, antagonized with the interruption.

    “To your right…More…More…There, now you’re facing me.”

    You don’t know how come he has no sense of orientation. Can’t he hear your voice?!

    “I’ll have you know, Doll…What the hell was I talking about?” he stops and debates.

    “I have no idea, but I’m taking you to out spot on the hill so we can enjoy the nice weather.”

    “I’m not going, I have stuff to do and…”

    “Muah!” you kiss him again to shut him up.
    “Dammit, cut it out!” and he doesn’t fight it too much as you haul him away. “I remembered what I wanted to tell you: quit bugging me with dumb things and don’t take advantage of my temporary lack of vision!”
    “Of course, baby,” you are fast to agree.

    I’m the Joker and…”

    “Muah, yes, I know,” you smirk, tired on how stubborn and feisty he is.

    “Stop kissing me every 5 seconds for God’s sake!” your boyfriend snaps, tugging on your arm.

    “A-ha,” you reply and sound unconvincing.


    You brought food and grape soda to the little picnic and now J’s sitting on the blanket, fidgeting with his jacket. He takes it off and continues to fuss:

    “When are we going back? We have to go on that heist tonight.”

    “You’re not going anywhere, are you kidding me? You’re blind,” you move around so you can put the food together.

    “I don’t care, I have to go. You’re coming so you can be my eyes.”

    “I’m over here,” you cup his face and turn it towards you since apparently he’s addressing the tree you’re both under. “We have to postpone, it’s too dangerous. We’ll have to wait until your eyesight is back, alright?”

    “This sucks!” he determines with such pathos it makes you shrivel. You know he’s frustrated; definitely not used to being like this. “It’s so dull, why am I even here?” The Joker sulks, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t even see. How’s the view?” he lets himself go on his back, staring at the sky he can’t discern.

    “The view is…breathtaking,” you announce, hovering over him, not even paying attention to the landscape. He’s so handsome in that suit and green shirt.

    “Well, I can’t tell so it sucks for me,” he grumbles some more, having no idea you gaze at him.

    “I very much enjoy the scenery,” you reply, amused J has no clue you’re talking about him.

    “Well, good for you, Princess and I must…”
    “Muah!” you lean over to kiss him since he’s sooo grumpy. But this time he kisses you back without commenting on it. “Isn’t this romantic baby?” you moan in his ear, glad you get to spend time together.

    “I wouldn’t know, Doll, I can’t see crap,” J pouts.

    “I’ll let you know I look very pretty today. I have a rose in my hair,” you take his hand and let him feel it, aiming to cheer him up. “Say something romantic J ,” you suddenly urge your boyfriend.

    “Like what?”

    “Say you love me,” you bite on your lip, waiting.

    “Is it obvious I’m rolling my eyes? Can’t really tell since I’m blind.”

    You kick his knee with yours.

    “Yeah, it’s obvious! Say it!” you repeat, pulling on his sleeve.

    “Uhhhh…I love you.”

    “Woowwww, can you put more soul into it?! You sound more enthusiastic when you order your coffee,” you affirm with a displeased grimace.

    “I really love coffee, that’s why. You…Mehh,” the Joker admits, being a complete jerk since he’s a bad mood.

    “Good, because I don’t love you either,” you push his hand away from your rose and start reading on your book. “I should leave you here and call the cops. Or just signal Batsy,” you bite on your cheek, flustered.

    “Pffttt!” he scoffs, confident you won’t.

    “Wanna eat now?” you bitterly ask, bugged by his attitude.

    “No. What are you munching on?” he wants to know since he hears the repeating crunching noises.

    “Pretzels, you want one?” you offer him the choice. You return to your reading and after a few seconds you realize you still hold the pretzel right in front of his face.

    Duh, he can’t see.

    “Here,” you feed him and he eats it, but still objects.

    “You don’t have to feed me, I’m perfectly capable to…”

    “Here’s another one,” you shove it in his mouth so he’ll zip it.

    I’m the Joker and…”

    Even if you’re mad at him, you steal another kiss, hoping he will shut it down.

    “Muah,” and before he can retaliate you resume: “Want me to order you business cards that say I’m the Joker?”

    “Stop being sassy, woman, and give me another pretzel!” he grumbles in a low voice, scooting over towards you.


    “Hey, baby, if you can find me you get a bonus tonight!” you playfully giggle, trying to light up the atmosphere. J’s been moping around and didn’t move from the couch since you came back from the picnic.

    “What’s the bonus?” he grins, instantly interested.

    “To your right J. More…more. That’s it, now you’re looking my way.”

    Why is he so hopeless when it comes to this?!

    “Oh, you will love it! Find me first and you’ll have the time of your life.”

    “I’m not in the mood for games Y/N. Just com’ere.”

    “Nope, you’ll have to find me mister Jaayyyy,” you whine in a high pitch tone.

    “Kaayyyy, you’ll see what happens to you. I’m the Joker and…”

    “I already ordered the business cards for you, I am sure you can use them,” you snicker, teasing him. You know he’ll take revenge but at least he’s out of that accursed apathy.

    “Did you really?!” and he gets up, taking  a few steps ahead and stumbles on the coffee table before you can warn him. “Goddammit!” J furiously kicks the table.

    “Are you OK?”

    “No, I think I twisted my ankle,” he reaches down and you rush to help.

    “Jesus, baby, I’m so sor…”
    “Got’cha!!” he fastly snatches you, trapping you in his arms.

    “Hey, no cheating!” you try to unsuccessfully escape.

    “Says who?” J purrs, fighting to unbutton your shirt with one hand and still holding you captive with the other.

    “J…J…J !” you stop his fingers and want to laugh.

    “S-stupid buttons!” he angrily stutters, trying harder, violently pulling on your shirt with all his strength. You try to keep his hand in place.

    “J…J…stop! These buttons are just sewed to the fabric for decoration, they won’t unbutton.”

    “Shit, not seeing anything sucks!” The King of Gotham has an outburst of frustration and it makes you miserable. You wish you could help him but there is nothing you can do.

    You look into his blue eyes that just can’t focus on yours and whisper:
    “Why can’t you see yet?”

    “I don’t know Pumpkin, it irritates me,” and you know The Joker means it.

    It’s a blessing he can’t notice how worried you are because it shows all over your face; it would make things worse.

    “I’m sure your vision will return shortly…yes?” you encourage him while he continues to struggle with your bra now.

    “J…J…J! This bra has a front clasp.”

    J stomps his foot, not knowing if it’s funny or the opposite.

    “This is stupid!” he grumbles, totally fed up with his current situation. I’m the Joker and…”

    “Please hold it together until we get the business cards, ok, baby?” you elbow him, hoping his attitude will change.”  He frowns, then smirks and lifts you up in his arms.

    “Actually that’s not a bad idea. Tell me where, Doll.”
    “Straight, left… more to your left. Stop! Right…straight…couch! You made it back to your bonus spot! Can you find what you need without seeing?”

    You get dropped on the couch while J snarls, licking his lips.
    “I know exactly where everything is, I don’t need my eyes for that. I made it until now, hm?”

    You smile, refusing to answer the question, pulling him on top of you:

    “You definitely deserve the bonus, you got mad skills, I’m telling you.”

    “Sure do,” he growls, starting to get irked by your comment so he bites your lip as revenge.

    “Auch! Heeey, behave!” you sulk, biting him back.

    “Told you I know where everything is,” he triumphantly brags as you take off his Batsy t-shirt.


    Two more weeks pass and your boyfriend is still blind. You are starting to get really worried, especially since his mood is worsening. You actually feel sorry for both of you. You stay awake most of the nights, going on the balcony to reflect on what should happen next: should you kidnap more doctors and bring them over to one of the hideouts so they can examine J? Should you take over a clinic and transport him to the location for another eye exam?

    You really don’t know how to go about it because no matter what you suggest, The Joker replies with: ”No need to; anytime now.” Why?…Who understands his logic? He’s infuriated about it himself but refuses to act.

    *Another morning in Paradise

    “What do you want to wear today, baby?” you happily ask, scraping the leftovers of your patience in order to maintain a positive atmosphere.

    “One of my white shirts and black pants,” The Joker coldly responds.

    You decide you’ll give him a purple shirt since he didn’t wear the color in about 2 days and you miss seeing it on him. You take out the hanger.

    “I said white, Pumpkin, are you deaf?”

    You want to put it back when it hits. You slowly turn around, dropping the shirt.

    “You…you can see??!!”

    J has that diabolical twinkle in his eyes and sucks on his cheeks, satisfied with himself.

    “Yeah, isn’t it obvious?”

    Like, you bore him so much with your inquiry.

    “Since…since when?!” you keep on repeating words because you are more than baffled.

    “Since yesterday morning, jeez, calm down. Why are you so worked up? I started seeing some shapes and it just got better and better.”

    You’re speechless.

    “And…and you didn’t bother to tell me?!” you whimper, vexed at the revelation.

    “It was fun to see you struggle,” and his crazy laugh fills the room.

    “Fun?!” you fight to keep the tears in, full of indignation. “Fun?! Do you know I didn’t sleep in 2 weeks, worried sick, trying to find a solution for your problem?!”

    “Well, that’s your fault, Princess, not mine.”

    You mouth opens and no sounds come out.

    “Wha’?” J stretches, indifferent to your rant, starting to walk towards you. “Aren’t you glad I can see? Com’ere!”

    “You…you…are the worst boyfriend ever,” you justly conclude, sniffling, sneaking by the wall towards the elevator.

    “Thanks, I’m trying.”

    “It’s not funny!” you cross your arms on your chest, outraged at the whole situation.

    “Good, because I’m serious.”

    “You…you’re horrible!”

    You really want to be excited and go kiss him or something but your mind says no.

    “Pumpkin, where are you going?” The Joker raises his voice.

    “I don’t know!” you flare your hands around, upset as you can be, actually telling the truth. You want to be out of there.

    “Y/N!!!” J angrily shouts when you press the button for the elevator. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of paying attention to his tantrum. You hear him slam drawers.

    “Baby Doll!!!!” he screams even louder and you finally look his way.

    J holds one of the vials with the experimental substance he kept hidden after selling the rest.

    “Nobody leaves me!!! I tell you when you can leave, got it?!”

    You get startled.

    “What is that?!”
    “You know what it is!!! You’re not leaving me!!!” he pants, enraged you’re not obeying and backs out on the balcony, locking the glass sliding door on his side.

    “Hey, what are you doing?” You stump towards the closed door, having a bad feeling.

    “You can’t leave!!!” he punches the glass, placing the ampule under his shoe.

    “Wha…What are you doing?! Don’t!!! Hey, I’m not leaving, OK?”

    “You’re lying, I can always tell when you lie,” The Joker taps on the glass, staring at you.

    “I’m not lying, stop it! Open up!” you beg, agitated, trying to kick the door open.

    “No,” he replies, surprisingly calm all of the sudden. He steps on the vial, breaking it to pieces and you watch horrified as the thin vapors crawl up his body.

    “Close your eyes!!!“ you shout, imploring and he shakes his head in negation. “This is childish, stop it! Close your eyes!!!”


    “Why are you doing this? You won’t see for weeks again!” you start bawling, still pounding on the glass.

    “Keeping up with my worst boyfriend ever reputation,” he growls with his eyes opened despite your efforts to change his mind. “You’ll have to be my eyes again, you can’t leave.”

    “For God’s sake, I was just going for a drive so I could cool down!!!” you keep on crying and he feels his eyes starting to burn. You feel so sorry for yourself having to deal with him blind again.

    “Don’t care, you can’t leave me,” he smiles and slowly blinks. Your image is fading bit by bit and after a few more seconds he’s in complete blackness…again. Courtesy of his awesome boyfriend material expertise.


    You got the business cards you ordered for him: one side is green, the other one purple. A laughing mouth on the front, I’m the Joker in bold letters inscribed right under. You have to describe the design to him since he can’t see.

    “I can’t believe you actually ordered them,” J tilts his head, apparently displeased, holding a few in his hand.

    “You can use them; you always like to say you’re The Joker so they will come in handy.”

    “You’re so annoying, Y/N.”

    “Muah,” you steal a kiss, stretching your optimism on new levels you didn’t think you can reach.

    “Cut it out, Kitten, don’t take advantage of the situation!”

    “You did it to yourself, baby, sooo…I don’t know what to tell you,” you begin loading guns because you’re bored to the max since you can’t do anything fun for a while. AGAIN. Courtesy of J’s stubbornness.

    “You can’t talk to me like this, I’m the Joker and…”

    “Told you those business cards will come in handy!” you are fast to interrupt.

    “I swear I’m gonna kill you, Doll!” he points out in the wrong direction, what else. He truly is hopeless.

    You sigh:

    “To your right…More…More…There, now you are pointing my way.”

    “I want a bonus,” he grumbles, still pointing.

    “A bonus?! For what?!”

    “For being the worst boyfriend ever. I think I’ve earned it.”

    Wow, who can understand his logic?!

    But you abandon your current project and go sit in his lap on the armchair, glaring in his blue eyes that can’t focus on yours. AGAIN. For a few weeks. Courtesy of J’s great ability to take amazingly selfish decisions.
    “I should really call the cops or signal Batsy,” you whisper, brushing his green hair with your fingers. “You’re a terrible boyfriend.”

    “I am, here’s my business card,” he takes one out of his pocket, placing it in your cleavage after a bit of a struggle.

    You silently laugh and kiss his forehead, debating on that bonus. And you decide he should have it.

    Courtesy of your awesome girlfriend material skills.

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    Alla Prima- Chapter 6

    Prologue   Chapter 1   Chapter 2    Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5

    C: I know how to make it up to you.

    Jamie’s heart fluttered in time with the vibrations of his phone. When Claire told him that she would talk to him later, ‘later’ ended up being a mere 4 hours. The longest 4 hours, Jamie thought.

    He glanced around the small office, making sure his brother wasn’t looking, before replying.

    J: You know you don’t have to, right? It really wasn’t that big of a deal.

    Her reply was almost immediate. She must be on lunch.

    C: Hush. It’ll make me feel better. Anyway, I’m taking you to dinner on Friday.

    His heart drummed out an uneven rhythm. Dinner? On a Friday? Wasn’t that kind of like…

    A date?

    Before he could make a fool of himself by asking that question, she added:

    C: And there’s no room for argument. :)

    Well, he didn’t really feel like arguing with that.

    J: Alright, Sassenach. You may take me to dinner.

    C: We’ll sort out the details later. Got students coming in!

    “Who’s Claire?” Jamie jumped. He wasn’t aware of his brother peeking behind him.

    “Jesus, Willie!”

    “Sort out the details for what?”

    “What are ye doing over here?”

    “Weel, I saw ye looking at her phone with the stupidest grin in yer face. So, I came to investigate. Do ye have a date?” Willie nudged his shoulder, eyebrows waggling.

    “Shut it. No. She’s…she’s just a kind woman…”

    “That’s taking ye on a date?”

    “No! I…” Jamie sighed. “I dinna ken.”

    “I can ask Jenny,” Willie suggested, only halfway joking. Being the mathematical genius he was, his way with women was stereotypically awful. How he managed to convince a woman to marry him was mind boggling.

    “Ye’ll do no such thing. Ye ken how she is.” Jamie cleared his throat, and pitched his voice upward in imitation of his sister. “‘Oh, Jamie, when can we meet her? Is she good to ye? Tell me all about her. We should have her over for dinner on Sundays.’”

    “Ye better not let her hear you mocking her so. But, I get yer point. I’ll no tell her. But…” Willie paused, mouth twitching, wanting to ask. Jamie cocked his eyebrows and nodded. “Weel, can ye tell me something about her?”

    “Her name is Claire, we met at the park. She’s a professor. She pretty and funny, but I dinna ken much else about her.” Willie’s eyes softened, their stormy color calming.

    “Sometimes, ye dinna need to know anything else.”


    “Okay, time’s almost up. Don’t pack up yet, I’m not finished! Remember, make sure to study a little everyday. I was disappointed in many of the last test scores. Just, a tiny review every night. It’ll help you in the long run. Now, get out of here! See you on Wednesday!” Claire grinned at her students as they filed out of the lecture hall. As the last one disappeared, she sighed in relief. Last class of the day. Thank God. Freshman were exhausting: old enough to know better, not old enough to care, as they say.

    She glanced over at the phone on her desk. No reply. Of course, she didn’t really expect him to. She told him she had a class. It was still disappointing.

    Should she text him? Let him know that she was done for the day? Or, was that too forward?

    God, she wasn’t very good at this.

    Speaking of the devil–or thinking, as it were–her phone lit up with his name.

    J: Busy day?

    She smiled, then. A full, stupid, toothy smile. Thank god she was alone.

    C: Always. And you?

    She waited impatiently for his reply.

    J: Nah. I let my brother Willie do all the work today ;)

    C: At least you’re honest :P Will I see you at the park this evening?

    The reply was almost instantaneous.

    J: Of course.

    C: Great! We can get our plans together for Friday.

    J: :/

    C: Remember, no arguing!

    J: I’m not! Did you see me argue? I just made a face!

    C: Whatever! See you in a little bit. And get some work done!

    J: No!

    She giggled, enjoying their flirtations. He seemed less inhibited behind a screen, and she felt less shy. Would their banter continue when they spoke in person again?

    She hoped so.

    “What are you laughing at?” Claire turned to find Mary in the doorway, blue eyes wide and curious. Mary worked at the primary school across the street from campus, so she liked to visit Claire when she could.

    “Mary, you’re early! How did you make it so fast?”

    “I power walked. Who are you talking to?” She motioned to the phone in Claire’s hand.

    “Oh, um. A friend.”

    “A man friend?” Mary quirked an eyebrow.

    “Yes. A male friend.”

    “An attractive man friend?” Her eyebrow wiggled up and down.

    Claire groaned. “Yes, he is. Very attractive.”

    Mary pulled a chair up to the desk, and plopped in it, getting comfortable. She rested her head on her fists and looked at Claire expectantly. “Do tell.”

    “Well…” How should she begin? “We… met in the park.” I stalked him in the park. “We exchanged numbers. I accidentally called him in the middle of the night instead of Lamb. So, I told him I’d make it up to him. WithDinnerOnFriday.” Mary gaped, surprised, but not unpleasantly so.

    “Like a date?”

    “I didn’t say ‘date.’ Do you think he thinks it’s a date?”

    “Do you want it to be?” Did she want it to be? Jamie was handsome, no question. And, from what she could tell, was sweet with a good sense of humor. But, he wasn’t the kind of man she usually went for.

    “I don’t know. He’s not…my type, I guess?” Mary gave her a sympathetic look from under her lashes.

    “Claire…Don’t take this the wrong way… But maybe you need a different ‘type.’ The men you’ve been with are…”

    “Cheaters and scum?” Claire offered. She said this jokingly, but she knew the truth of it down deep in her taped up heart. Scenes flashed before her eyes: a boyfriend’s wild hair between a petite blonde’s legs, a break up text lighting her phone, her ex-fiance’s note: I’m sorry. I can’t. -F. No, her experience with men was…abysmally awful.

    “I was going to say ‘not right for you.’ But your phrase is more accurate.” That was putting it nicely. Of course, Mary was always nicer than necessary. “How is he not your type, anyway?”

    “He’s… he’s an artist. And, I tend to go toward sciencey, history, math guys. And, he’s just so… he’s passionate, you know? You can see it immediately in his eyes. They pour emotion. And, you know me. I’m not… I’m guarded, kind of.”

    Mary contemplated. “He sounds romantic,” she admitted with a sigh. “If I didn’t have Alex…”

    Claire slapped her lightly on the arm. “Mary! I’m telling!”

    Mary giggled. “No, no! I’m only joking!” And then, more serious: “I think you should give Artist Guy a chance. How can you find love without any risk?”

    “His name is Jamie. And I never said anything about love.”

    “Maybe not now. But perhaps you will later. You deserve it.”


    He was waiting for her when she arrived. When she saw him, her face broke into a smile that crinkled her eyes.

    “Hey, Jamie!”

    “Hey! How was yer day?”

    She rolled her eyes. “Just another Monday. How was yours?”

    “Oh, it was fine. So, about this dinner…”

    “Oh, yes! Let’s walk and talk.” Without eating for a response, she began walking along the paved trail that circled the park. “So, I was thinking… does 7 o'clock sound okay to you?”

    “Oh, um, aye. I get off work at 5, so yes.”

    “Great! Now, since this is your dinner…” Jamie gave her a look at this, which she studiously ignored. “I figured you could pick where we go. What’s your favorite place?”

    “Ohhh, I dinna ken. Can I tell ye later?”

    “Sure, no problem.”

    The walked in companionable silence, the sun slowly setting behind the trees.

    “Claire…” She turned to him, her eyes sparkling in the low light. “I just… I was thinking… I dinna ken much about ye.”

    “What would you like to know?”

    “Ohhh, I dinna ken…”

    She squinted at him, and nodded. “My name is Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp. My favorite color is green. I’m a professor. I love strawberries, but hate strawberry ice cream.”

    She held out her hand for a handshake, and he took it. “My name is James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. My favorite color is blue. I work with my brother Willie at Fraser Designs. I love strawberries and strawberry ice cream.

    She grinned at that. “Well, James, I suppose we aren’t total strangers anymore.”

    {Special} College!AU JB
    • major: ancient history 
    • minor: latin 
    • sports: men’s lacrosse 
    • clubs: latin tutoring, classic film club
    •  looks cold an unapproachable because he’s always reading an intimidating looking book about the history of ancient greece and like he’s known as the hot older classman who can understand and speak latin fluently and apparently even a bit of Spanish?? And everyone whose ever had a class with him rants about how smart he is and how scary it is because how the hell does he know,,,,,,,,,,,,everything
    • jb in reality isn’t cold and he’s always reading because that’s his major: to read and learn about the ancient world
    • his friend youngjae tried to explain it to jb that like jb just knows all this stuff normal people probably don’t even comprehend and jb just frowns like “understanding the roots of modern day politics and society all stem from learning about ancient empires-“ and youngjae is like “see! when you talk like that it’s scary…….”
    • jb was still like ???? because to him knowing random dates and historical events that defined the renaissance is like casual small talk but apparently that isn’t true to everyone else (which is a shock to him, amazingly)
    • but aside from people not wanting to approach him because of his demeanor there’s also the fact that he’s Hot and the entire campus knows it
    • like he’s super smart, sophisticated, and also……handsome beyond words
    • the whole silk black button down shirt unbuttoned at the top and slim framed glasses + one long earring and simple silver rings that he wears he like 
    • looks like he came off the pages of a high class fashion magazine not…….the campus library………..
    • but yet you become acquainted with him through kind of uncomfortable circumstance see you’re sitting, minding your own business probably sobbing silently to yourself about an upcoming project in the quiet study part of the library 
    • when suddenly this person keeps trying to grab your attention
    • and when you look up you can only roll your eyes because it’s the gross dude that’s been chasing after you since you set foot onto campus like he saw you at orientation and tried to get your number blah blah and like you’ve turned him down countless times but he like Does Not Get It and it’s annoying
    • and like you really don’t need this now when you’re stressed enough as it is
    • so you’re like “please, go away.”
    • but ofc this douchebag doesn’t listen and keeps trying to whisper something at you and like suddenly he starts saying really…….Creepy things and honestly you’re getting scared
    • and like you don’t want to cause a scene because you’re in the silent study room and like already some students are throwing you glares because the dudes being loud
    • but also you don’t want to get up and leave because he’ll just follow you and soon enough you feel like crying a bit because now he’s like moved to sit beside you and you’re like leaning away in your chair, so much so that an inch more and you’ll fall out
    • and like you seriously can’t believe this is happening to you right now when suddenly you hear an unfamiliar voice go “come here.” and like you look up to see this tall, striking student standing in front of you
    • in one hand he has a copy of “The Rise and Decline of Macedonia” and he’s got this piercing stare that basically makes the creep that was bothering you jump up in his seat 
    • and for a second you’re like ,,,,he’s not talking to me is he?? but the boy just motions to you to get up and you’re like
    • my mom taught me not to trust strangers but trusting this (very handsome) stranger seems 100% better than staying with this creep who just won’t let up
    • so you like gather your things and stand but then the creep like grabs your arm and you wanna wrench it away but mysterious hot boy who is your savior now i guess literally puts his hand on the creeps arm and he’s like “ i will break every bone in your body if you don’t let go of them right now.”
    • and the creep like huffs like “yEAh right like you co-”
    • and the boy leans closer and he’s like “i know medieval torture techniques, wanna test me?”
    • and in that moment you swear you’ve never seen anyone look as terrified as the creep who wouldn’t leave you alone and he literally like melts into a puddle of fear while the mysterious boy just straightens up, takes your hand, and walks you out of there like nothing just happened
    • and outside you’re like “um- um tha-thank you i - um your name?” 
    • and he doesn’t look back, just tugs you along the campus and answer in this low voice; “jb.”
    • and you’re like “thank you jb, but um where are you takin-”
    • and he turns around all of a sudden, so fast you practically walk right into his back and he’s like “that creep, he’s been bothering you for a long time right?” and you shift back and forth and you’re like “yeah, but it’s ok-”
    • but jb like clicks his tongue like “is it ok? because it don’t look ok back in the library. if i wasn’t there would you have been able to do anything?” and you’re kinda like at a loss for words because like yeah you wanna be like of course!! i can fend for myself!! but at the same time in that moment when you were being harassed you’d frozen up and like if jb hadn’t put an end to it-
    • but you like look away and jb kind of sense he wnet to far with his tone and he’s like “im sorry. it’s just, ive seen him bothering you before. i have lacrosse campus outside of the english department and i see you come out and he’s always hanging around you and it annoys me because i can see you don’t like it.”
    • and you kinda like you’re like ,,,that’s true but also your heart kinda skips because like has ??? he been like watching you??? someone as handsome as him……….is this a dream
    • but you shake it off and you’re like “i don’t like it, and ive reported it but no one does anything so i just put up with it.” and jb frowns and you kind of try to force out a laugh because you don’t want him to worry
    • but jb is like out of the blue like “how about this - how about i walk you from class now on?”
    • and you’re like ?@??@!? wHA ??? and jb looks dead serious he’s like “no really, that asshole irks me the way he won’t lay off and i really think the only approach left is for someone to be there to scare him off.”
    • and like you agree, but you’re also like “jb i just met you, we aren’t even friends, what would make you want to do such a big favor like that for me?”
    • and jb just clams up a little and like you swear you see some pinkness in his cheeks or soMETHINg and jb is like !!!!!!! “ i just…..i just…….my friend junior is an ethics major and he’s always going on about how wrong the world is and seeing that creep think he’s entitled to keep bothering you like it got me thinking that i could at least maybe help stop that-”
    • and he’s rambling now and his dark, stern cold eyes are darting back and forth in cute embarrassment and you’re like ,,,,, wELL if you INSIST 
    • and that’s how you get hot, aloof mysterious ancient history major jb to kinda be like your bodyguard
    • and you tell him that your class ends at like 6:00 tomorrow and he’s like ill be there and you say your goodbyes and when you’re like in your dorm your roommate’s like so whats up
    • and you’re like “do you know a guy named jb?” and your roommate’s eyes widen like “oF COURSE I KNOW JB he’s in my archaeology of rome class and he’s sOOOooOO dreamy!!! WHY??” and you kind sink into your blankets like “…..he’s offering to walk me from my classes……” and your roommate close to like jumpS on you like WHAT TELL ME THE DETAILS 
    • and so like you go to your class with butterflies in your stomach and you’re like @ yourself like calm!!! down!!! this doesn’t mean anything jb is just a nice person
    • and when the time reaches 6 you shyly like wait outside on the corner near the building and you look up from your book to see jb there and instead of his usual jeans, button down shirt and glasses he’s got his lacrosse uniform on and his sweaty hair is in his face and he’s like “hey, sorry i just came from practice. is that creep around?” and you’re like sohidgdvjfla jkjkjk you’re like “nO!!! haven’t seen him!!” and jb smiles and you’re like holy shit am i looking at god
    • and he smiles and like a group of girls off to the side probably start screaming and you’re like ??? and jb’s like “they’re always there. idk how to get rid of them.” and you’re like omg jb you have a fanclub and he’s like what no way and you’re like smile. and he’s like what and you reach up to like pinch his cheek and be like smile!! and jb kinda reddens and you’re also like oh - oh my god im sorry i didn’t - i - and jb’s like no no it’s ……ok 
    • and you two shyly like look down and the fanclub is probably like seething but whatever this is you and jb’s au moving on
    • and so jb picks you up from class for the rest of the week and everytime all your friends gather at a distance to gwack at him and you’re like guys dont!! but they’re like DUDE YOU GOT THE MOST UNATTAINABLE GUY ON CAMPUS TO bASICalLY PROTECT YOU and you’re like ahdf SHHHH
      and each time jb just becomes more and more handsome like once he was early and was just leaning against the wall with earphones in, sipping an iced coffee and he looked like a movie star you couldn’t believe he was a real person
    • and then the youngjae accident happens
    • as in jb comes to pick you up and next to him is this smiling cute boy that excitedly introduces himself as “jb’s bestest best friend” and his name is youngjae and like before you get to your dorm youngjae is like “hey, let’s all go out to eat!! mark and jackson texted me that they’re already at our usual place, what you say?” and he’s like leaning over to you and you’re like ??? you’re inviting me and he’s like oF COUrse silly, let’s go!!! and you’re like UM and jb is like yOUNGJAE I SWEAR
    • but somEHOW you end up eating dinner and you meet the rest of jb’s friends who are all much more colorful and loud minus the english major mark who sticks to just eating the whole time LOL
    • but as you’re going back to the campus, and mark is trying to carry a tipsy jackson on his back and jb is apologizing to you for his friends youngjae is like
    • “hey, jb you should invite your significant other more often!! they’re so cute and funny!!” 
    • and you and jb are like : SIGNIFICANT OTHER????
    • and youngjae’s like yEAH ive never seen jb so in love with someone and you’re like WHAgjsedfw and jb is like youngjae. you’re dead. im gonna smother you in your sleep. say goodbye- and probably starts chanting some curse in latin
    • but not the point
    • after what youngjae says jb actually finally gets the guts to ask you out on a real date, like you know after he picks you up from class
    • and it’s cute you guys go to a museum screening of a  documentary on rome and jb chats excitedly about it and you might not know half the terms he’s using but seeing him smile so much literally melts your heart into 23124 pieces
    • and after that well you know ITS HISTORY (i couldn’t resist)
    • you still get walked from class by jb except this time he gives you greeting kisses and like you have his hands around your waist while you two walk
    • and the entire campus is up in flames over you two
    • but you and jb just like enjoy each others company
    • and jb gets into the habit of comparing you to beautiful art pieces from the past and you’re like oh my god and i swear jb probably refereed to you as like an ethereal being once to youngjae and like youngjae never lets him live it down
    • at the campus Halloween party yall went as a mythical couple flower crowns, togas, you know all of it and it was literally the cutest couple costume ever (you guys made the college newspaper)
    • and jb loves just having you listen to him study latin out loud and you compliment how beautiful he sounds and he’s like what no;;;; and you’re like “jb you sound like a young scholar from the past” and he’s like aG?hfkow but he loves the praise. he loves it
    • jackson: “cupid really got you jb, didn’t he???” 
    • jb: “jackson you have three seconds to run.”
    • you and jb staying in to watch old movies but also jb takes you out dancing to one of the clubs in town and boYYYY  does he know how to GRINDDDD 
    • you and jb plan a study abroad to greece because it’s been his dream since he entered college and im not saying anything but you two + a hotel balcony + some wine + you know where im going with this 
    • jb getting you roses the morning after and also sneaking past the teacher whose supposed to be on guard duty LOL
    • but yes you and jb just cuddle together and you’re always in his lap with your hands around his neck, he loves when you kiss up his jawline
    • and that creep? the one that was bothering you from before? well one look at jb and he RUNS the opposite direction at the speed of light
    • and not even jb, the rest of college!got7 like corners him one day and is like: if you touch the love of jb’s life of jb - we will make sure to end you.
    • in conclusion: you and jb sharing eskimo kisses as mark makes a gagging face in the background GOODNIGHT 
    Sworn Enemies (Jefferson x Reader)

    Words: 2300+

    Warnings: none, just a salty hamilton

    Request: Could I request a fic where reader is hammys sister and is in love with Thomas Jefferson

    “And he just gives me that sly grin and I just want to punch him in the face, you know what I mean?” Alexander Hamilton, your brother, complained to you. You nodded, barely paying any mind to what he was saying. He whined to you every day about Thomas Jefferson, and you cared less about what he said.

    He was just a cry baby.

    “Y/N, Y/N! Are you even paying attention to me?” Hamilton said, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You nodded, playing with your quill. He frowned. “Then what did I just say?”

    “Probably another complaint about Thomas.” You mumbled, raising your eyebrow at him. He shook his head.

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    Welcome to the Freakshow Part 4: Showtime

    (horror, angst, etc, this always changes i know)

       No time for mistakes. No time for the past. Forget it all ever happened and move on… If that’s even possible…

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    You Make Me Smile

    Maggie was having a pretty rough day. The teenager she had been helping get through the flawed, racist system had gone to prison for a stupid amount of time. She knew for a fact that if the boy had been white, the system would have given in a slap on the wrist and kept it moving.

    She hated watching young people of color receive the short end of the stick simply because of their race, ethnicity, or sexuality.

    All she wanted was to go home and have a nice, cold beer and not think about it.

    She pushed the key into the lock of Alex’s door and went to open it, but paused when she heard music played on the other side of the door. She could have sworn she heard Alex singing along with the upbeat rhythm that Maggie recognized as These Words by Natasha Bedingfield.

    Maggie quietly opened the door and her heart swooned at the sight.

    Alex was standing in her living room in Ninja Turtle pajama pants and a tank top folding laundry while loudly singing along to the lyrics. She caught sight of Maggie as soon as she walked in and her smile got wider, but she didn’t stop singing.

    These words are my own. From my heart flow. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you! There’s no other way to better say, I love you, I love you…” she sang loudly, extending her arms towards Maggie and scrunching her eyes with the emotion of the song.

    Maggie could feel her heart doing somersaults in her chest, but she rolled her eyes and laughed to cover it up.

    “You’re such a nerd, Danvers.” Maggie stated, walking to press a kiss to Alex’s waiting lips.

    “What? Can’t a girl say I love you?”

    Maggie couldn’t help the smile that widened on her face. “I love you, too.”


    Maggie knew Alex loved corny jokes.

    Like loved corny jokes.

    Maggie could remember the first time she’d ever told Alex a pun “Hey, Danvers, what do otters drive?” “No clue” “Ottermobiles” and Alex nearly threw up from laughing so hard.

    And so Maggie took to learning every single corny joke there was.

    “Danvers, how many tickles take to make an octopus laugh?”

    “…eight? I have no idea.” A light chuckle.

    “Nope.” Maggie let a dopey smile cross her face. “Ten tickles.”

    Alex snorted loudly in the middle of the DEO at that one. And it earned Maggie a small kiss which was always a great payment.

    Alex’s favorite had happened after they’d worn each other out in bed one night. Alex was falling asleep quickly due to Maggie lightly rubbing her back. “Who was the roundest knight at the table?”

    Alex’s head lifted up to seek out Maggie’s face. “What?”

    “The roundest knight at the table, Danvers, who was it?”

    “Uh…humpty dumpty?”

    “Noooo.” Maggie laughed. “Cir-cumference!”

    Alex’s eyes lit up at the math joke (nerd) and she laughed pretty loudly. It made Maggie’s heart swell.

    And so she told Alex a joke every chance she could get. She loved hearing the bursts of laughter from Alex’s mouth and it prided her to know that she was the cause of it.

    “What do you call a crocodile in a vest and a knack for research?” Maggie asked one day as Alex jotted down notes in her lab about whatever she was seeing through the microscope. Maggie would’ve been bored out of her mind if it hadn’t been for Alex in that white lab coat and those damn glasses. Instead her mind was in a frenzy and her body was on fire.

    Puns helped to calm it down.

    “Hmm?” Alex threw a quick glance at Maggie before returning to her notes.

    “An investigator.” Maggie grinned largely waiting for Alex’s laugh.

    Except it never came.

    “Ehhh. That’s not funny because crocodiles and alligators are actually very different. Crocodiles live in more saltwater areas while alligators prefer freshwater. Also, Alligators have wider, U-shaped snouts while crocodiles are shaped like a V. So, I can’t laugh at your joke because it’s scientifically incorrect.” Alex stated very seriously.

    Maggie was at loss for words. “…Are…are you kidding?”

    “No.” Alex stressed with wide eyes. “Science is never a joke, Mags.”

    Maggie watched her a moment before realizing that her girlfriend was actually dead serious. A laugh bubbled up and out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop it. “Woooow. You’re a bigger nerd than I thought, Danvers.”

    “Whatever.” Alex chuckled, turning back to her notes.


    Alex knew that she couldn’t dance. Like at all. But Maggie loved with Alex danced because it never failed to amuse her.

    And so Alex danced all the time.

    She does a little dance in the morning while Maggie watches her get ready for work from the bed they’d both slept in. She shimmies into her pants with while humming an upbeat tune and doing little extra jazz hands and things complete with facial expressions. The whole 9.

    Maggie loved the mornings now.

    She does a little spin move and sings dramatically into the shower head on the mornings Maggie joins her in the shower.

    Maggie gives her a loud laugh and wet shower kisses for that.

    Alex shakes her butt a little as she’s putting in the dvd for the night and Maggie watches on with her lip between her teeth and a smile on her face.

    She only breaks out into laughter when Alex places her hands on her knees and really gets into it in a really dorky way.

    And so Maggie always urges Alex to put in the dvd.

    When she brings Maggie’s lunch to the precinct because Maggie has abused her paperwork for a day too long and her captain is on her ass about it, Alex places the take-out container on Maggie’s desk before doing a quick Michael Jackson spin and finishing off the move with finger guns.

    Maggie nearly tips her for being the best delivery service in town. She kisses her in thanks instead.

    To get Maggie to stop crying after she has to watch the man who murdered an innocent alien refugee walk free and couldn’t do anything about it, Alex does the silliest shoulder shimmy while making a goofy face and singing a Britney Spears song in an over-exaggerated nasally tone.

    Maggie watches her dork of a girlfriend through watery eyes and she tells herself that she’s not gonna crack, but her girlfriend is persistent and she finds herself giggling at Alex’s actions.

    “God, I love you so much.” Maggie whispered, tears still falling, but her sadness was eased a little.

    “I love you more.” Alex smiles and leaning forward to capture Maggie’s lips.

    Maggie’s favorite, though, is the dance that Alex does when she wins any kind of game.

    During game night, Alex wins the game of Scrabble that had been going on for most of the night. She beats Winn by 4 points and she was up on her feet in the blink of an eye.

    “Ha! I win! Suck it, Schott!” Alex cheers, thrusting her hands into the air and gently rotating her hips.

    Maggie can’t help but laugh at her.

    Fuck, she loved that woman.


    Maggie loved to cook.

    Growing up in a large family, Maggie had been forced to learn to cook from a young age.

    And now, having to feed both of the Danvers, her cooking skills were coming into use.

    And so she made a deal with Kara and Alex that if they picked up the groceries she needed, she would make dinner every night.

    Needless to say, Maggie found herself spending quite a lot of time in front of her stove, Alex’s stove, and Kara’s stove.

    She didn’t mind though. Most of the time she had some eager helping hands. Kara came in handy when she needed things chopped quickly and Alex was useful for measuring the proper amounts of ingredients.

    They all made one solid team.

    She also didn’t mind the silly things that went along with cooking dinner for her newly formed family. (It felt so amazing to even be a part of a family again.)

    Most of the time there was some kind of music playing.

    Kara preferred that they play Disney songs when they were at her place and Maggie spent her time watching the sisters break into slightly off key renditions of their favorite duets. (It came as a shock that Alex was usually the soprano and could hit most of the notes with ease.)

    When they were at Alex’s place, Maggie found herself listening to anything from show tunes, It Takes Two from Hairspray and Maria from Westside Story were Alex’s two faves, to old school P!nk. Of course, she had her alternative rock bands thrown in there too.

    Who would Alex be if she couldn’t tell Maggie to pour some sugar on her? (Cue silly dance)

    Maggie, on the other hand, was more into old r&b love songs. Usher, Boys II Men, Shai, Alicia Keys, and Destiny’s Child filled the playlist. Maggie often times found herself singing the songs to Alex and finally understanding what the singers were talking about when they sang about love.

    (Kara cooed each and every time Maggie sang along to the songs and Alex’s face turned into that dopey smile that told the world that she was in love.)

    Sometimes, when Kara was otherwise occupied by being the DJ or checking her Snapchat, Alex moved to stand behind Maggie before she wrapped her arms around Maggie’s waist and whispered sweet things into her ear. This never failed to make Maggie melt back into Alex’s body and let her eyes fall closed at the feeling of being so close to the woman she loved.

    Alex, though, would ruin the moment seconds later when she blows a loud raspberry on Maggie’s neck making Maggie shriek and push a laughing Alex away from her.

    Fucking loveable brat.

    And so cooking was always an adventure with the Danvers plus one Sawyer.

    Laughs filled the kitchen along with the enticing aromas of whatever Maggie was cooking that night.


    Humor had been a constant in their relationship.

    It was the only way that they could cope with the constant threat of one of them dying in their unbelievably dangerous jobs.

    And so they kept each other laughing any chance they got.

    And proposals were no different.

    Alex dropped to one knee one night after Maggie had gotten out of the shower to find the room filled with candles and rose pedals all over Alex’s huge bed. The ring she held out to Maggie had to be one of the most beautiful rings that Maggie had ever seen.

    To say Maggie was shocked was an understatement.

    “Maggie Sawyer, there are a million things I could say right now. I could go on and on about how much I love you or how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I hope you already know that because I do my best to tell you and show you every day.”

    “I do. I know.” Maggie let out a watery chuckle.

    “Hey, no ‘I do’s’ yet!”

    Another chuckle.

    “But I’m glad you know. What you don’t know is that I want to spend the rest of my life making that beautiful smile cross your face every day. I want to dance and sing in the shower with you every morning. I want to sing show tunes and Disney Princess songs with you. I want to take a Slow Ride with you and Cater to You like Destiny’s Children sing about. I wanna be your favorite delivery woman and your personal raspberry blower. I want all of it with you and only you, Mags.”

    God, Maggie was a sobbing mess at this point.

    “So, will you please let me put a ring on it? Marry me?”

    Maggie couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of her throat. “Yes, baby, you can put a ring on it.”

    Alex placed the beautiful ring on Maggie’s left ring finger before standing to thrust her hands in the air. “Yes! Take that, Yonce!” Cue silly dance move.  

    Oh, how Maggie loved this dork.

    Princess Pink - Daddy Daze (Steve)

    By: ProMarvelFanGirl

    Pairing: Daddy!Steve x Reader

    A/n:  This story was inspired by my own dad who use to paint my nails when I was little cause my mom was allergic to the smell.  Finally back sorry it took me so long.

    Daddy Daze Masterlist | Tagging and requests are open

    Steve loved your 5 year old Maggie.  Adored her.  She was his best girl and the only girl he could ever love more than you.  Steve had been gone more than normal recently and was really missing his girl.  He missed you too, but Maggie was his everything.

    When Steve stepped into the house late in the evening, the sight of you sitting on the couch nursing a cup of tea with Maggie lay fast asleep beside you, made his heart swell.   He dropped his shield and bag, flinching when it hit the floor loudly.

    Giving him a smile you don’t even move to get up for a kiss.  He only had eyes for his little girl.   You knew you would get your attention but he needed his princess and she needed him.

    “Can I wake her up?”  Steve whispered to you before crouching in front of Maggie.  Nodding at him to wake her up, you got up and headed to your room, running your hand along Steve’s back as you passed.

    “Just make sure she isn’t up too late.”

    Steve gently rubbed Maggie’s arm, causing her eyes to flutter open softly and a big yawn to escape her. “Da-Daddy?”  

    “Hey doll.  I’m sorry I woke ya,  just missed ya while I was gone.”  She gave him a heart melting smile before wrapping her arms around his neck.

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    Not Over You pt. 4

    Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

    Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

    Word Count: 1,632

    Warnings: language, alcohol

    A/N: emotional part coming your way. it may seem final, but i got more for you all so no worries. as always, let me know if you want to be tagged.

    Tagged: @thorne93 @buckyswinterchildren @generalgoldfishldrm @katexbishopx @marvelfandom-stuff @all-around-geek @cchrriissuuu @lizzyhaverty @soundslikevanilla @itsagentromanoff @rileyloves5 @defendors @nenyakj @lisssays @anbrax5553 @scaly-manfish @supervoldejaygent 

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    Originally posted by esgaroths

    You stood by a rail that was holding a plethora of dresses, none of which seemed to be your style or a style that would impress Steve. You and Bucky had been shopping for a little over an hour, had gone to half a dozen stores and still you had nothing to show for it.

    “I can just wear something old I have.” You huffed, pulling softly on a piece of fabric on a nice navy blue dress.

    “That’s nice.” Bucky pointed out.

    “Yeah, I suppose.” You looked at the floor. “Should I try it on?”

    “You haven’t tried anything on. It couldn’t hurt.” He shrugged as he picked out a few more. “Might as well add these to the list.” The colors he’d picked were nothing you would have picked for yourself: a bright pink, a canary yellow, and a burnt orange.

    You stared at the dresses and then looked at Bucky, a look of disgust painting itself across your face. “You can’t be serious.”

    “Well you haven’t been picking anything out.” He said, emphasizing how difficult you were being.

    “I just,” You sigh softly. “I can’t help but think this is all for nothing. I saw the look in his eyes when he looked at Sharon. I know what that look is.”

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    EXO Reaction when they ask you to be their girlfriend

    I was like 99.9% sure this was already done but I couldn’t find it xD Anyways, if it’s there… we are going to have two now xD It’s a little bit long tho. Xo,

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