i would press that button


I’ve ruined friend’s life with this show. And she paid me back by saying “heeeeeeey, what would happen if Mabel would press the button?” So, yeaaaaaaaaaah. Guess what- I didn’t sleep normally for two weeks. 

Also Anastas helped me a lot with this. And she’s my treasure. 


boyfriend! Wonwoo

Anon requested: “Can you do boyfriend wonwoo plz?”

  • okay so, you and Wonwoo met at a book store one day
  • it was pretty chill, you were looking for a book that a friend recommended
  • he was there flipping through some other book
  • and you were struggling to reach the book on the shelf
  • and he casually gets it down for you, noticing you struggle
  • but he reads the title
  • at first you thought he looked a bit cold, but his face broke out into the warmest smile you’ve ever seen
  • “this is a really good book!” he says quietly turning to you
  • and you’re kind of like ‘!!!’
  • because he’s really cute
  • and you kind of just blush and take the book from him
  • and he’s just as flustered now
  • because he thinks you’re beautiful
  • you’re both too shy to say much else
  • so you say “thank you” feeling your cheeks get warm
  • and he, looking everywhere but you, mutters “you’re welcome”
  • and you both go your separate ways
  • he doesn’t believe in love at first sight, and neither did you
  • but you guys sure as hell wanted to know each other
  • you go to the book store everyday to just read
  • and you see Wonwoo there often too
  • for a couple of weeks you both just say hi and occasionally talk about the latest book you’ve read
  • and after a month of just talking to him about books
  • he asks if you want to get coffee with him
  • at this point you don’t know how to breathe
  • you say something along the lines of “sure okay”
  • and the rest is history
  • he was really quiet and shy when first meeting you
  • but the book talks and seeing you everyday in the book store
  • that was it for him
  • he started liking you, and you started liking him
  • you both like walking in this park by his dorm
  • watching little kids run past
  • it’s so peaceful and beautiful
  • and your arms brush each other as you walk
  • so he just takes your hand
  • movie nights are terrifying
  • since he likes horror movies
  • you always have a firm grasp on his arm for dear life through the whole thing
  • and every five minutes or so he looks over to make sure you’re okay
  • he laughs whenever he does that though
  • bc you’re so damn cute
  • on days where he has breaks
  • you both lie out a picnic blanket under the shade of a tree
  • he sits and reads with you laying on his stomach reading your own book
  • and like you both love reading
  • but damn, he thinks you’re so pretty and it’s hella distracting
  • so he just ends up staring at you with your eyes tracing each word
  • a small smile on his face as he plays with your hair
  • until you finally look up from your book and he quickly looks away
  • “what are you doing?”
  • “nothing, just, you look beautiful when you were reading so…”
  • you both lightly laugh
  • walking back to the dorm you spot a puppy
  • and Wonwoo hides behind you, the guy is scared of dogs
  • you laugh omg he’s too cute
  • late nights playing video games
  • you’re both not too competitive and he lets you win
  • though if you ever ask, he’ll deny it
  • “why would I let you win? I accidentally pressed the wrong button is all…”
  • when you watch “Miracle in Cell No. 7” together, he cries more than you
  • so you’re both staring at the tv with tears down your faces and a tissue box in between you
  • he always leaves a sweatshirt or jersey around, purposely or not
  • and you put your arms through the sleeves, playing with how big it is on you
  • you’re often texting each other for the most random reasons when you’re not together
  • late night phone conversations about love, life, and fate
  • “like what if I didn’t have a break that day?”
  • “what if some other person had gotten that book for you?” 
  • you don’t really know how to answer
  • “I mean, I’d assume we would have still met eventually” he continues
  • your heart melts with his words
  • skinship is a bit shy at first
  • the only thing that really happened is holding hands on the couch or your head leaning on his shoulder
  • and the first time in front of the members, it was basically nonexistent
  • now you both have become more comfortable and bolder
  • his arms wrap around you in greeting
  • you turn your head around and he leans down for a kiss
  • after not seeing him for a while, you’ll jump on him wrapping yourself around him
  • while he’s working on lyrics, you’ll come place your head on his shoulder saying something like “i made dinner”
  • when you guys are cuddling, your head is on his chest and legs touching
  • you’ll read books together, his arms wrapping around you to turn the page
  • sweater paw twins
  • waiting to read books together always
  • sheltering you from mingyu who likes to tease wonwoo by stealing you from him
  • you deciding to wear his circle glasses all the time
  • fights barely ever occur because you guys like to talk everything out calmly
  • lazy days when there’s time
  • dates consist of, reading a book, watching the movie, complaining how the movie didn’t live up to the book, LOTS of cuddles and food
  • seventeen trying to get a reaction out of wonwoo 24/7 lmao 
  • “yahhhh y/n” hoshi swinging his arm around you, seventeen watching you and wonwoo like hawks
  • your just like “hello soonyoung” and take your hand and slowly move his arm
  • wonwoo just looks at you and cracks up
  • him now wrapping his arm around your shoulder
  • “babe let’s go to the studio”
  • seungkwan being extra like ”ALONE???”
  • your both laughing, you decide to mess with them and wink
  • alone.”

Originally posted by dureowanni


~ admin jess & seri

Okay Google...

(This is one big post of all the asks surrounding the “Ok Google” story I wrote. It’s pretty long, though, so be warned. Hope you enjoy, cutie pies!)

“I’m not going to fund your self-indulgent endeavor to have your own show again if you don’t even have an idea for what the show would be about!” Google slams his hand on the desk, and Bim crosses his arms over his chest in a pout.

“We’ll come up with an idea once we convince Wilford. That’s the important thing.” Bim leans against the table. “Please, Google.”

The blue droid shakes his head. “Grow up, Trimmer. If you need your own show to inflate your ego, then maybe you should learn a few things from Wilford before you start dragging other people into this! I’ve got enough to deal with here without you constantly bugging me!”

“Ok, Google! Fine!” Bim storms out as the droid goes rigid, and he doesn’t notice that Google has gone completely still, awaiting a command.

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First time with Johnny

Originally posted by musiciscoolio

Is this becoming a thing? 

Taeyong  Johnny  Jaehyun  Taeil

  • Ok so Johnny Seo is a  f l i r t  I think he’d be very suggestive and he’s not really the type to be too shy on the outside?
  • You would probably be making out on the couch and he’d suggest it casually.
  • “If you want to, otherwise let’s just enjoy this.”
  • He’s probably thought about it a lot. I feel that if he was really into someone, he’d find the littlest thing you do incredibly sexy. You could be cooking or talking business on the phone and he’s just looking at you thinking to himself that you’re this amazing independent women and he loves it.
  • I think he wouldn’t mind the usual casual sex, but if he did really like you and saw a future he’d be different.
  • He’d be careful, but I think he’d be the kind to talk about sex pretty openly from the start if you were serious. 
  • So when you do get down to doing it for the first time you both would be very comfortable.
  • It would be very playful, he’d joke and laugh and you would join in too. In my head I imagine something like him tripping over his own half removed jeans or something and then you both just sit back and laugh.
  • And you’d be so confused because here is this incredibly attractive individual half naked in your bedroom, being a dork.
  • Johnny would be like a best friend and a boyfriend in one ok.
  • He has experience ok, he looks like an experienced boy. He’d know exactly what to do and even with the playful mood there would be tension thick in the air.
  • He’d be the more talkative one in the pair, he would verbalise how much he’s enjoying, how much he adores you, ask you how you feel.
  • He would be a tease in bed. 
  • He would just like to wind you up as much as possible. You would either have to beg incessantly or get annoyed and tell him to cut it out.
  • He would be so good in bed damn. He would press all the right buttons, I think a part of this will be because he’s pretty observant and also because communication was always clear between you.
  • He seems like the kind to high-five after a good fuck.
  • He would ask if you to shower afterwards. He’s a gentleman ok. Talking to you while he washed your hair, telling you how much he likes this.
  • I think after that he’d be a lot more physically affectionate and even more comfortable around you.
  • Sex jokes are now common.
  • Stop annoying me.” “That’s not what you said last night.” Suggestive eyebrow wiggle. “That’s exactly what I said last night.”
  • He’d also probably come into the bathroom while you shower to take something he needed, he’d just be really comfortable after this step with everything. I think he’s the type for whom comfort is love.
Joker Imagine - Make me love you

Anonymous said:Could you make an imagine where the tables have turned and instead of the joker not believing in love, the reader is the one that does not believe in love❤️ J tries to make her his, but she just can’t love..😢

Note: Thanks for the request. I TRIED. I hope you like it :) Also I was listening to ‘I can’t make you love me’ while writing so that’s probably why it’s a little sad OH WELL 

Originally posted by breakthedisttance

Originally posted by like-a-sleepwalking

Joker’s P.O.V.

‘’Y/N’’ I said her name as calmly as I could. The girl turned to look at me, her arms crossed and there was a slightly angry look on her pretty face. We were outside, in an alley in Gotham city. It was night, but the lights from the buildings allowed us to see. ‘’Go away Joker’’ She told me roughly, but there was pain obvious in her voice. I sighed, trying my best to keep my cool. She wasn’t just a girl, no not even close. Y/N had somehow managed to make me feel good things. She was a normal girl in her 20′s with a dayjob as a nurse, but at night she grew into a wild animal. I had seen her take down 6 men alone. She truly impressed me and ever since I had tried to make her come to my side.

Somewhere during that time when I tried to convince her, I grew attached to her. Yes I know, Joker likes someone? I didn’t believe it until I had to save her. For years I had been a cruel man who survived very well without a partner. I mean I had money, power and henchmen. I ruled Gotham and if I wanted to play with someone I had to piss off Batman. But then I bumped into Y/N. I ignored my stupid feelings for a few weeks, but back to the story when I saved her. Some wannabe gangsters knew that I had spoken to Y/N a lot. Of course they kidnapped her and tried to make me give them money and a part of Gotham that I ruled. I didn’t give them that, but instead I took a few of my goons and we attacked the sad losers. Then I saved her.

So I guess it was safe to say that I had feelings for this girl. I thought that she had feelings for me as well, but she kept pushing me away. She sighed and snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked into her E/C eyes and hurried to think of something to say. ‘’Wait, Y/N don’t go’’ I growled, possibly a little too angrily, but I couldn’t help myself. She clenched her jaw,but listened to me. ‘’We could rule Gotham together’’ I told her, stepping closer by a few steps. ‘’I don’t need to rule Gotham Joker, I’m happy with what I got’’ She hissed madly. She was like an angry cat, ready to claw the shit out of someone. But behind that I saw her trembling. Something was wrong.

‘’I could keep you safe and you know that’’ I sighed, getting angrier as time passed. I was never good with my nerves, but damn I truly tried for her sake. When I got too angry, heavens knew what I’d do. ‘’You think I can’t help myself?’’ She raised her eyebrow at me. I put my hand against the cold tile wall and took a deep breath. Don’t get angry at her! ‘’No, but you’d be safer kitten’’ I explained as calmly as I could in the heat. Then I saw how her eyes started to glisten, almost like she was holding back tears.

‘’I-I need to go’’ She excused herself and tried to leave, but I was quick to grab her wrist. She tugged her arm, but it was useless. Although she stopped, she didn’t turn around to face me. ‘’Y/N what’s holding you back?’’ I nearly growled, sensing that someone was behind her sadness. Oh I’d slaughter that person if I knew who it was. ‘’Y/N’’ I said her name again. Her body was trembling ,but it wasn’t cold outside. ‘’Talk to me’’ I told her seriously. Suddenly she turned around and slapped me, out of the blue. I was so surprised that I let go of her wrist.

 her body froze for a second, giving me time to see the shock on her face. Then the next thing I knew was that she was running away fast. My senses told me to chase her and teach her that no one could do that to me. If she wasn’t so special I’d probably hurt her, but I couldn’t. I was two minds in one now. I growled and tried to contain my anger. Then I kicked the wall and yelled out loudly. ‘’Fucking hell’’ I grunted and then rested my head against the wall. I tried to calm down by breathing slowly, but it was fucking useless. Then I started laughing. Sweet laughter left my lips and it turned into a loud session.

I looked at Y/N who was far away now and she’d turn to the left of right any second now. ‘’You’ll be sorry baby’’ I whispered by myself. Then I sighed and watched her disappear. Yes it hurt that she left, but the slap didn’t. I’d find a way to make her mine. I had to.


*the next night*

For the first time in a while I was nervous. I was dressed up in my favourite black tux and I even put my green hair nicely.I held a bouquet of red roses in my left hand. Aaand there was a sleeping gas in the roses that I’d launch by pressing a button. Maybe this was wrong, but I would do anything to make her love me. I stopped behind a grey door on the second floor of a building she lived in. Then I knocked on the door three times.

A few seconds passed until someone opened the door. It was Y/N. She was wearing a red nightgown that barely covered her bum. As she saw me, her eyes widened. ‘’Didn’t expect to see me?’’ I asked bluntly. I swear she looked kinda scared. It wasn’t the Y/N I knew, she could hit me if she had to. Now she looked terrified.

‘’Who is it?’’ A man yelled angrily in the background, making her flinch. ‘’Um..n-no one’’ She yelled back and then looked at the roses. Jealousy burnt in my guts. Who the heck was that guy? ‘’You can’t be seen here J’’ She whispered to me. ‘’But I got you roses’’ I pouted, trying to get inside. Y/N was between the door frame and the door, giving me no access inside. ‘’Thanks, but you need to get out’’ She warned me. Then I heard footsteps approaching. A man walked up behind Y/N. He had short brown hair, dark eyes and one of them was looking bad, like he had received a punch. He was wearing a dirty white T and sweatpants. ‘’Why the fuck are you here?’’ The man growled at me.

Before I could answer, he pulled Y/N’s hair and pushed her on the ground, making her wince in pain. That’s it. ‘’I was going to take her with me, away from a snob like you’’ I answered angrily. Then man was obviously afraid of me, but he was acting tough. ‘’Good luc-’’ he started, but I wouldn’t listen to that asscrack. I punched him in the other eye and then launched the sleeping gas right in his face. He grunted in pain, but a few seconds later he collapsed on the ground. I made my way inside to Y/N who was still on the wooden floor.

‘’He’s going to kill me’’ She whimpered sadly. I kneeled down and tried to see her face, but she hid it with her hands. ‘’You know he won’t’’ I sighed and then grabbed her wrists more gently than yesterday. Then I saw her face. She was crying. ‘’Yes he will you idiot! When he wakes up, I’m dead meat’’ She sobbed loudly, obviously scared of this loser. It made me angry. So I let go of her, stood up and grabbed my gun that I had inside the jacket. Y/N stared at me in horror as I loaded the gun and pointed at the sleeping douche. ‘’I wished I could torture him, but I can make it easier for you’’ I sighed and pulled the trigger, piercing his skull with a silver bullet. A smile appeared on my face as I saw the blood pooling around him, some of it ruining the wallpaper. I loved killing people like him.

As I turned to look at Y/N, I saw that she was in shock. Her eyes were open wide and she wasn’t breathing. ‘’See? He won’t hurt ya’’ I shrugged while putting my gun away.Slowly she turned to look at me. ‘’Leave me alone J’’ She whimpered and tried to breathe, but she couldn’t do it easily. First she was breathing really quickly and then her breath hitched in her throat. her chest rose wildly and her body was trembling again. It took me a while to realize that she was panicking.

Since I wasn’t good with words, I shut up. Then I got back on the ground and wrapped my arms around her. I didn’t like seeing her like this. I would do anything to keep her happy. I was so pissed that this man treated her like this.What if he was the reason she kept me pushing me away? If he was still alive, I’d skin him slowly. ‘’It’s okay now..’’I whispered quietly. Then I clenched my jaw and stared at the wall. Y/N was crying loudly now. Her arms were around my waist and she was holding onto my back. It felt good to finally hold her like this, but I hated the fact that she was so sad.

‘’I’m sorry’’ I apologized and then grabbed the flowers. She looked up to my eyes and tried to speak, but I launched the gas at her. Y/N breathed it in and I saw how it started to calm her. Her muscles relaxed, but she kept looking at me. ‘’I’m taking you home, you just need to relax’’ I explained to her and picked her up in my arms. Then her eyes shut and she was completely asleep in my arms. It gave me time to leave the apartment and get in the car. Frost was waiting for me outside.

As I walked down the stairs, my frown turned into a smile. I knew that what I did was wrong, but truth be told I was a criminal. I did things differently, including love. I’d make her love me. I walked outside and Frost stood there, holding the backdoor open. He was here with the purple lamborghini. ‘’We need to hurry, someone heard the gunshot and the bat sign in up there’’ Frost told me seriously. I looked at Frost and nodded. ‘’he won’t catch us’’ I growled seriously and put Y/N inside the car. Then I took off my jacket and put it on her, since she was nearly naked. I shut the door and got seated on the front seat ,next to Frost. He started the engine and it roared loudly. 

‘’Let’s go’’ I nodded and leaned against the car door. Just as we drove off, I saw a black shadow coming closer. Batsy came too late. He tried to chase us, but the car was quicker. It made me laugh. ‘’Maybe next time Batsy’’ I giggled loudly at my worst enemy, but the person who drove my motivation. Then I sighed and tried to relax.

I had Y/N now.

A/N: Sooo thoughts?PART 2 *CLICK ME*

4 years // For you || part eight Dan Howell

A/N: I’m both sad and happy to anounce that this is most probably the last chapter of 4 years // For you! I really hope you guys enjoyed this little story.  

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by goodluckgettingtosleep

“I’ve got news” Dr Lancaster said, making our hearts beat faster.

For the last few days Dan and I had waited, unable to do anything else. We hadn’t left the hospital once since Luke was put into a coma. He hasn’t moved either since then…

Every time a doctor or a nurse entered the room we were hoping to hear good news and at the same time we dreaded that they might be bad news instead.

What if Luke would never wake up again? What if he could never be a normal child? What if Dan had to say goodbye after he had just said hello?

It was unimaginable, it was a ‘what if’ that I never wanted to become reality.

But there was a possibility that it would.

That’s why Dan and I sat there stiffly, like we were frozen, as soon as Dr Lancaster had entered the room and announced that there were news, because there was a chance that they would be bad news.

I felt my heart pound against my rib cage as I waited for him to continue.

‘Please let them be good’ I prayed, facing skywards as I held Luke’s tiny hand a little bit tighter.

‘I’ll give you anything if you give me Luke.’ I promised as if I could bargain with god or the universe.

“We have finally found out what’s causing all of the irregularities.” The doctor told us, looking up from his clipboard.

Dan and I had waited for 4 days straight. We were worried sick and during those frustrating hours that we spent in this hospital nobody could tell us why Luke was hooked onto a breathing machine and under constant surveillance.

“The infected cells have spread without us noticing. They started to attack his kidneys to a point where they’re not working anymore.”

I swallowed hard while I taxed my brain trying to understand what that meant for Luke’s future. So it was bad news then? Tears started to brim in my eyes as Dr Lancaster continued.  

“We could stop them before other organs were affected. It’s just a kidney failure that we didn’t know he had.”

I let go off the breath I had been holding.  

“So what can we do?” I wanted to know urgently. We were just so desperate by now that every second without Luke was pure agony.

Dr Lancaster turned his face towards Dan, an undefinable look in his grey eyes.  

“We may have to ask for your help again, Mr Howell.” He stated and somehow asked at the same time.

Dan nodded with determination. “I said I’ll do anything.” Dan reminded us as he glanced at Luke with a little smile on his lips.

I watched the two men talk and at first I didn’t get what was going on. I didn’t realize what kind of help Dan had agreed to already without even blinking an eye.

They were talking about a kidney transplantation.

Dan took place in one of the hospital beds once again, this time he had to wear a patient gown.

By now I was sure that Dan would really agree to do anything just to save his son’s life.

“Thank you so much.” I whispered as I flung my arms around his neck, close to tears again.

“Anything for him.” He answered and his voice was soft and calm. He didn’t seem to be scared at all.

“For him and for you, Y/N.” he added as he gazed into my eyes with so much love that suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore either.

“You’re the best dad in the world.” I told him and meant every word I said.

A huge smile spread across his face and that was the moment I knew that I wanted us to be a family. Dan, Luke and I. I knew that I wanted him to be a part of my life, I knew that the butterflies had returned again.

The nurses were telling me that I had to leave soon because they needed to start.

So instead of saying ‘good luck’, ‘it’ll be alright’ or ‘I’m sure it won’t hurt’ I slowly lowered my head inch by inch.

Dan’s eyes widened and sparkled as I placed my hand gently onto his face. I felt myself shaking with pleasant anticipation and the butterflies in my stomach seemed to go crazy.  

I leaned in but he was the one who closed the last distance between us. Our lips met again for the first time in over 4 years and it felt just like back then. When we were young and innocent and nothing had hurt us, everything was alright and the world belonged to us.

We moved our lips in perfect synch and it felt so right. It wasn’t a normal kiss, it was filled with so much love and emotion. And it didn’t matter that it was short because I deep down I knew that there were many more kissed to come in the future.

As soon as we broke apart I had to leave because I wasn’t allowed to be with him anymore. They would soon put him under anaesthesia and then move him to the surgery room…

Once again I had to wait. This time I was all by myself while the two most important people in my life were undergoing surgery. I felt useless without anything to do and my thoughts and fears were driving me crazy.

It took hours and hours and I just prayed that it would all be worth it in the end.

After 4 hours that felt like an eternity Dr Lancaster showed up in the doorway.

“And? Did it work?” I nearly shouted at him before he even had the chance to open his mouth…

“Luke!” I shouted.

“Luke! Look over here.”

I waved my arms to get the young boy’s attention. As he finally looked in my direction I pressed the button that would take the video.

I filmed Dan push Luke on the swings and they both looked so happy and beautiful.  

“Higher” our son shouted with joy and giggled as Dan pushed him even higher up in the air.

Since we lived in a small flat in London we often visited a local park so Luke, who was a very active child could play and romp around.

It was about to be autumn and all of the leaves were yellow and orange. The whole world was colourful. We were all wrapped in thick woollen scarfs and I was wearing gloves that hid the silver wedding ring on my finger.  

Dan had gotten Luke a video camera as soon as they got out of the hospital and he would take videos of everything he did. Because now he could do things, things a normal child could do. A child who wasn’t suffering from an deathly illness. A child who survived.

Luke took videos of all his activities instead of pictures now because he didn’t need to remember people anymore, he just needed to live.

And that’s what we did, together.

For the Good Times - Bruce Wayne x Reader

My stomach churned as I pressed the button that would take me to the penthouse, Bruce’s penthouse. I wished the lift was slower so I could have longer to collect my thoughts and tame the shaking of my limbs. Weeks had passed since I’d last been here, I was too heartbroken to collect my belongings any sooner, the weight of our separation weighing me down as my brain had tried to convince itself that the relationship wasn’t over and that we’d be okay. The harsh reality of the situation was the Bruce had ended our time as a couple and Alfred had called to say I could collect my things, making the decision for me.

The door dinged open, revealing Bruce’s gorgeous apartment. The warm light of summer cast the room into a soft glow of soothing shades. Upon hearing the doors open, Alfred approached me, opening his arms as a form of greeting. I wrapped my arms around the butler, grateful of the comfort he was providing.

“Good afternoon, Miss (y/n)” His smile was warm but I could still detect the pity in his eyes.

“Hi Alfred, how have you been?” My words were overly cheerful trying to hide the fact that just being in the apartment was draining my energy as I tried desperately to keep the memories of Bruce and I at bay.

“Very good, Miss. Busy as always” He let out a soft chuckle before his voice took on a more remorseful tone “Master Bruce wouldn’t let me touch anything, just said that you could take whatever you wanted”

I smiled bitterly, the only thing I wanted wasn’t in the apartment, it was at Wayne Enterprises pretending to earn a living. But I nodded my head politely and uttered a thank you before turning to walk towards the bedroom we’d once shared.

I cautiously opened the door with trembling fingers, flashes of mornings spent wrapped in each other’s embrace and nights spent talking about anything and everything flooded my mind. My eyes squeezed shut as I left out a shuddering breath. Forcing my feet to move forward, I picked up the bag Alfred had set out on the bed and began to pack my clothes up. I knelt down by the dresser, carefully pulling a drawer open. There were more clothes than I’d expected, a wave of pain crashing into my chest as I realised how much time I’d spent here and how it had all gone to waste. I was emptying the draw Bruce had given to me, a small smile cracking the pained expression on my face when I remembered how nervous he’d been about it.

“Baby, have you seen the shirt I left here last week?” Bruce emerged from the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth and only a towel covering his sculpted waist. He slowly removed the toothbrush before rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the floor. For once in his life, Bruce Wayne looked nervous.

“It’s-uh-its in the middle drawer” I raised an eyebrow at him, confused by his odd behaviour.

“Why’s it in a drawer, I always leave my clothes on the chair in the corner?” Bruce’s bare feet shifted on the floor, his hand returning to his neck.

“I just thought-uh-y'know you stay here a lot and leave a lot of stuff so you should-uh-should have a draw” A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth, warmth spreading across my body. Before Bruce could react I’d wrapped my arms around his shoulders, gently pulling his head down, our lips connecting. I whispered a thank you, our lips brushing. He tried to pull me closer only for me to jump away from him.

“Eww, you’re all wet!” He chuckled darkly, a mischievous look flashing in his eyes before he began to chase me around the room….

My vision turned misty, the happy memories causing the knot in my stomach to pull tighter. When I reached for another piece of clothing my hands pulled out an old faded t-shirt. The fabric was soft and thin from age but that didn’t stop it from feeling as warm as a hug when I’d worn it. It was Bruce’s, making it big enough to swallow my shoulders and cover half of my thighs. He used to pretend to get angry when I stole his shirts but when he’d given me the draw there was a pile of them neatly tucked into the corner. I resisted the temptation to lift the top to my nose, craving Bruce’s comforting scent that never failed to make me feel safe and protected. I knew it would be wrong to take them, despite my desperation to, I reluctantly closed the drawer, replacing the t-shirt, leaving the rest of them untouched.

Rising from my knees I surveyed the top of the dresser. I was shocked to discover he hadn’t thrown away the pictures of us, I figured it was only a matter of time before they would be discarded and replaced by photos of some one new. I gingerly picked up my favourite, debating whether or not to take it. We were smiling in the picture, our noses red from the cold. We’d been ice skating when Bruce had decided it was the perfect time for a photo. My cheeks had been sore from laughing at my clumsy movements on the skates when he’d pulled me to his side, placing his smiling lips to my hairline before taking the picture. With tears slowly making their way down my face I placed the photo in the bag, deciding it wouldn’t be missed by Bruce.

My eyes scanned the room one last time, having collected my toiletries and other possessions that were littered around the bedroom. They landed on the small record player that was settled next to the chair in the corner. I had few records whereas Alfred had taught Bruce to love them dearly. My feet carried me to the player before I could stop them. My heart stopped once I recognised the record sat in the player, it was one of mine. I started the record, “For the Good Times” by Al Green filling the room with soft but sorrowful music. I retreated to the chair, my legs unable to support myself as sobs racked my body.

“Why are we listening to this?” Bruce’s tone clearly displayed his displeasure about my choice of music.

“Because it’s beautiful”

“It’s depressing, just listen to the words” His annoyance only served to amuse me.

“That’s what makes it beautiful, he’s expressing his heartbreak and desperation”

Bruce scoffed “What part of that isn’t depressing?”

“Oh shut up and come here” He slowly rose to his feet, shaking his head stubbornly when I attempted to get him to dance with him. I kept my arms wrapped securely wrapped around his neck, pushing out my bottom lip.

“No” He tried to appear stern but there was laughter evident in his tone.

“Pleease” He shook his head again, laughter shaking his shoulders. I pushed onto my tiptoes, placing soft kisses over his jaw and face, muttering pleases in between. I smiled triumphantly as I felt his arms snake around my waist and his strong body begin to guide us around the room.

“Okay,” His voice was scarcely more than a whisper as he buried his head in my neck. We danced until the song came to an end, Bruce slowly raised his head. Love arranging his features into an adoring smile.

“You have me wrapped around your little finger” He joked.

I beamed at him, my expression mirroring his….

“(Y/n)?” The question was so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. My head shot up, my eyes were met by Bruce’s. His eyes were watery and surrounded by dark circles, his tired body frozen in the doorframe. I abruptly rose to my feet, frantically trying to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“Bruce-hi…I-uh-came to get my stuff. Sorry, I didn’t m-mean to take so long” My voice shook with pain. He cleared his throat, trying to reduce its sudden tightness.

“S'okay..I came back early, ran out of work to pretend to do” He attempted to smile at his words but it transformed into a pained grimace when he saw the bag at my feet.

“(Y/n)-” He couldn’t finish his sentence, his constricted throat not allowing it.

“I-I should go-”

“No-please! Stay, just for a little while?” My body started to shake from exhaustion and the pain that was torturing my body.

“Bruce, I can’t”

“Yes you can, baby, please” He choked out.  My eyes snapped to his at the pet name, a blush flooded his cheeks when he realised his mistake. I was stuck in place, trying not to notice the agony in his eyes and the way his body was quivering.

“(Y/n)-I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. Do you need help with anything?” A sad smile graced my face, I shook my head, unable to bear Bruce’s kindness. My fingers wrapped around the handle, tenderly picking up the bag before moving towards the door.

I’d almost made it when Bruce put his arm out to stop me. His eyes were squeezed shut as a sob erupted from his chest.

“Please-just for a moment, pretend that you love me and-and just stay with me” My heart shattered, seeing Bruce in pain only served to increase mine. I gently wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and pressed my face into his chest. His warm scent coaxed me into a sense of safety and comfort. His arms held my waist so tightly it was almost painful. I raised my head, our lips pressing together in a desperate and pain filled kiss. Both of us trying to hold onto the remains of our relationship.

“I would never have to pretend, Bruce” His body trembled against mine, unable to hide his torment.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean” Bruce groaned, separating himself from me.

“I mean it, Bruce”

“No…you hate me, you said you didn’t want to be near me anymore” It was then I realised how much my angered words had affected him, he didn’t see that they were just impulsive words filled with rage, not my true feelings. His fear of isolation had only fuelled his insecurities.

“Bruce, baby, I didn’t mean it. You know that I was just angry that you wanted to end us over something as stupid as a forgotten date” My voice had taken on a pleading tone, I was desperate for him to see the truth in my words. His eyes met mine, a glimmer of hope shining through the sadness.

“I was scared when you forgot about the date-I’d received threats on your life and when you didn’t show-” He was barely able to continue, “I thought something had happened and then I was so scared…I thought the only way I could keep you safe was by distancing myself from you” He rubbed his neck before continuing.

“Which seems really stupid now. God, (y/n) I’m so sorry, please can we go back to how we were?”

I released a breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding, all of the pain seeped out of my body being replaced by happiness because the man I loved still loved me back. I knew I should be angry but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“I love you, you idiot” His head shot up, his eyes met by my beaming smile.

“I love you too” Though his eyes still looked tired his body was relieved of the guilt he’d been carrying, becoming relaxed.

“Good, now you can unpack my stuff for me” A smirk settled on my face as I watched his form into an expression of shock. We both began to laugh as we embraced each other, happy to be back in each other’s arms.

#33-He Comforts You After a Loss (Harry)

Warning: death, funeral, viewing.

Request: Yes

You remembered the moment that you first heard the news that your best friend was gone. You’d refused to believe it at first, taking your phone out and dialing their phone number again and again, pleading to yourself for them to pick up. When they hadn’t, you’d sat down on the couch, curling in on yourself, tears running down your face. The next few days were a blur; attending the viewing, then the funeral, listening to different people speak, and then standing in front of everyone and talking about your friend. It was hard, and Harry being away touring made it even harder. You hadn’t had the chance to tell him about your friend’s death-conversations with him were always brief, with him having a few moments to talk before a show, after a show, or before he fell asleep, exhausted and jet lagged. You wouldn’t have been able to tell him this in a text-even in the haze of your grief, you knew that would’ve been cruel.

“Love?” Harry murmured, sounding concerned.

“Yeah?” You listlessly said.

“Are you upset that I’m on tour, and away from you?” Harry inquired. Your eyes widened, and you felt yourself growing angry.

“What?” You snapped. “You know, not everything is about you, Harry Styles. If you must know, I’m upset that my best friend died a week ago, and I haven’t had a moment to tell you, because you’ve been rushing around, and only having a few minutes to talk, which I don’t blame you for, because I know you’re busy, but I’ve been dealing with this alone, going to my best friend’s viewing and funeral alone, and it’s been horrible. So, even though I do miss you, I’m upset because I lost someone who I thought would be around forever.”

You pressed the end button on your phone, and tossed it on to the table in front of the couch. You lay down, staring at the ceiling, and biting your lower lip. It took a moment before what you had said really sank in, and when it did, your eyes filled with tears. You took a deep, shuddering breath, before letting out a sob. Covering your face with your hands, you cried for what felt like hours, until, exhausted, you fell into a dreamless sleep. When you next awoke, it was to your name being called.

“(Y/N)? Love?” Harry inquired.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” You murmured, blinking up at him.

“I didn’t want you to go through this alone,” Harry replied. “But….the tour. Your fans,” You protested.

“The fans will understand. Right now, I’m exactly where I need to be,” Harry quietly said, putting his arms around you. He held you close, gently rubbing your back. He held you as tears that you didn’t think you still had rose to your eyes, and soaked the shirt he was wearing. He held you close as the two of you walked to your room. He held you as you drifted off to sleep, still saddened by the loss of your friend, but comforted by Harry’s presence.

Written by Angel

Imagine babysitting with Chris.

A/N: This is based off a prompt from an anonymous request and I think it’s so superbly adorable that I might actually make this the sequel to the ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’ mini-series. If you’ve read the mini-series, you’ll know the reader is a screen writer and they got married after she drunkenly admitted she was ready for the next step. You can read it here (I’ll link it as soon as I get home) but you don’t have to, this should be able to standalone as its own mini-series. So shall we?

Chris waited by the front door with the stroller and your baby niece in his arms, while you filled Dodger’s food and water bowl and made sure everything in the house that needed to be off and locked was. You were babysitting your eldest brother’s one year old for the week while he and your sister-in-law were out of town. Your parents had been the first choice but Chris begged and pleaded for the opportunity, bugging your brother so much that it finalized his decision to leave Phoebe with the two of you instead.

But Chris’ persistence wasn’t the only reason; your brother said and you quote, “the man’s going to put a baby in you soon, you might as well have some practice.” You laughed but you knew he was right. You had been with Chris for five years now, married only for one but already discussing the possibility of starting a family; a subject you’d unknowingly brought up before you even got proposed to when you were drunk, but since then there had been serious conversations about it.

The only reason the baby making hadn’t started was because of you, you were still unsure and stalling; Chris knew which was why he asked to take care of Phoebe. You didn’t know that but you knew you’d eventually have to stop talking and start doing, you and Chris weren’t getting any younger and both moms from either side were itching for you and Chris to join your siblings in the Parent Club; your two brothers- James, who had a son and a daughter; Scott, who had a daughter; and Chris’ oldest sister- Carly, who had two sons and a daughter.

“Hurry up, Aunt Y/N.” You heard Chris addressing you with a childlike voice to appease your squirming niece. “We’re getting really bored over here and we want to go out. Don’t we, Bumble Bee?” He cooed and bounced her, drawing small giggles from the one year old. “We want to go outside, yes we do.”

“I’m coming,” you called back as you grabbed Phoebe’s diaper bag from the kitchen counter. You checked the contents yet again, unsure if giving Chris the job of stocking it was the right decision. “Chris-” you narrowed your eyes at the small Ziplock of Gummi Bears. “What’s this?” You held it up and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your question.

“A Ziplock of Gummi Bears?”

“I can see that,” you chuckled. “Why did you pack them? Phoebe can’t eat these yet, she’s one.” You told him then realized when he laughed. “You packed them for me, didn’t you?” You asked then chuckled when he nodded. “Well- we’re leaving them behind,” you said and placed the bag on the nearest table. “I don’t need the distraction when we’ve got a ton of Christmas shopping to do, and a child to watch. Trust you to pick the busiest time of the year to offer our babysitting services.”

“Like we’d have any trouble with this angel.” He said then poked her tiny palm with his stubby finger; she wrapped her hand around his finger then laughed when he did. “She’s so adorable,” he told you, brushing her brown locks out of her chubby face. “I am so glad we have her for the week.”

“Don’t speak too soon, my love. Let’s not forget that it’s only been a few hours.” You reminded him as you walked over, tucking the diaper bag in the basket compartment under the stroller. “She’s an angel now ‘cause her daddy just dropped her off. She’s still unaware she’s stuck with us for the week, but once she realizes that- all hell’s going to break loose and you’re going to be wishing you had let Scott and Lexi take her to Mom’s instead.”

“You clearly don’t know how much I like kids,” he defended.

“You clearly don’t know how well I know my niece,” you countered.

“She’s my niece too, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you then turned to smile at Phoebe, who was too busy playing with his hand to flash him one of her smiles. “And I love her to bits, which means- she could kick, scream, and cry, and I’d still think she’s perfect.”

“Hold up.” You pulled out your phone from your back pocket and opened the voice recorder app, pressing the red button to start the recording. “I would just like it on the record,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “You know, so that when she does kick, scream, and cry- you can deal with her without complaints.”

“Fine.” He wrapped his free hand around your wrist and pulled your phone closer to his mouth. “Hey Future Chris, Past Chris talking. I’d just like to remind you that we said Phoebe could kick, scream, and cry, and we’d still think she’s perfect. So don’t you dare complain 'cause you know how much we hate it when Y/N gets that smug gleam in her eyes.” He smirked at you and you chuckled. “Don’t worry though, Bumble Bee’s an angel. I’m sure we’ll have a great week with her despite what Y/N says, she’s a pessimist.”

“Shut up,” you laughed and turned off the recording, saving it before slipping your phone back into your back pocket. “Let’s go because we’ve got a lot of Christmas shopping to do and I want to get it done before dinner.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Chris cheered in a childlike voice, making Phoebe laugh and you smile.

• • • • • • • •

Chris pushed Phoebe in the stroller while you did the shopping, it was the same every year- not the stroller pushing but the you doing the shopping. Every Christmas since you became his significant other, he’d pass the responsibility of shopping for people in his life over to you; he wasn’t bad at it, you were just better and he was just lazy. The only people he shopped for now was you, his mom, and yours because- well, he couldn’t make you buy your own present and he was a huge momma’s boy.

“Oh my God,” you heard Chris gasp and you turned around, smiling when you saw what he had in his hand; it was a little baby reindeer onesie. “Tell me your heart didn’t just melt a little,” he pouted and you chuckled. “We’re definitely getting this.” He said and tossed it in your basket.

“Chris,” you chuckled and pulled it back out. “We don’t need this, Phoebe’s the only baby in the family and- I’m pretty sure she’s already got one of these at home.” You hung it back on the rack but he took it back down, giving you serious puppy dog eyes. “Chris, no.” You laughed. “What are we going to do with that?”

“We’re going to have a baby of our own and dress her or him in it,” he answered and tossed it back in your basket. You sighed but made no effort to take it out, knowing he wouldn’t let up. “We’re already talking about it, Y/N. Collecting cute little outfits and knick-knacks for our future child is the next step.”

“You really need to keep it down,” you chuckled softly as you joined his side. He wrapped an arm around you, pushing the stroller with one hand while the two of you walked down the Baby Clothing’s aisle. “Let’s not forget we’re not normal people, the last thing we need is one of your fan girls overhearing us talking about having babies.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re already going to make the front page walking around with Phoebe,” he chuckled softly and smiled down at Phoebe who was smiling up at her uncle. “A lot of strangers already think she’s our child, won’t be long before someone recognizes us and tweets about it. I think that blonde lady back there felt like she knew me but wasn’t sure.”

“You do look different in person,” you nodded.

“Still, we’re going to get caught eventually,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “We always do,” he reminded you. “How many times have we had to stop to take photos or sign something? Even you, Miss Screen-writer, have had to sign a copy or two of your scripts.”

“Yeah-” you pursed your lips, “how do people just have that on hand? It’s weird,” you said and he chuckled. “But we’re not going to get caught this time, everyone’s too busy shopping to bother with us. And- you and I, we’re going to keep our hats on,” you tugged at his NASA cap and he chuckled. “The most- we pretend to not know what they’re talking about and be a cute little family of three. We are getting a lot of compliments.”

“Here comes one now,” Chris whispered in your ear, beckoning his head at an older couple smiling at the three of you. “Hi there,” he greeted the old lady who was cooing at Phoebe; she looked up at the two of you and smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” her husband said with a smile. “You two make a very good looking couple,” he complimented, making both you and Chris smile. “And your daughter is just beautiful, much like your wife. You’re a lucky man,” he nodded at Chris and Chris chuckled softly.

“What’s her name?” The old lady asked.

“Phoebe,” you told her and her smile widened.

“That’s my daughter’s name,” she told you and you smiled. “Your girl is just beautiful, she has your eyes.” You chuckled softly because it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that; Phoebe had your brother’s eyes and you looked a lot like him. “Just one girl?”

“We’re planning for more,” Chris answered before you could tell the lady the baby actually belonged to your brother. “How could we not when the first one turned out so perfect?” He said then smiled at you; you stifled your chuckle but nodded in agreement.

“We hope everything works out for you, you’re a beautiful family.” The old lady complimented then took her husband’s arm. “Merry Christmas,” she said. The couple smiled at your little family of three once more before returning to their own shopping.

“We’re a beautiful family,” Chris repeated, beaming. “What’s that- the eighth one in two hours?” He nudged your arm, grinning like an idiot and making you laugh. “Can we please have a baby of our own now? Like- no more talk, we’ve talked enough. Let’s just have a baby already,” he practically begged.

“Get through this week and we’ll see.”

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[This was posted as all one paragraph - scroll down to read a version that’s actually broken up.]

I’m writing lyrics. Lyrics. Work like this, where the “right answer” is hard to grasp, isn’t the kind of work where you can just keep your hands moving, so when I can’t think of anything, all my bodily functions come to a halt.

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[post 4x15]

“What about SHIELD?” she asks, and he’s grateful that she’s at last asked a question that requires and answer more than “How did you get in here?” or “Who are you?”

He glances towards Beth.  She still sitting on his desk, back straight, but he can tell from the way her lips are just barely open that she’s scared.

“What about SHIELD?”

“You never went?”

“Of course not,” he says, and then, without meaning to, “My father and I–”

And she nods.  "How funny is that?“ She whispers.  "It’s not fair that you only get to be loved by one of us in each life.  I suppose he didn’t think things through.”

He doesn’t bother to ask who.  Instead he repeats his first question.  "Who the hell are you?“ and it makes him sick with how much she wants to cry.  

"It’s not real,” she says, for not the first time.  "In the real world, a hole once opened.  A portal to another planet no one new existed.  And you still tied a rope around your waist and jumped straight into it, just because I might have been on the other side.“

He wants to ask "Were you?”  but walks to the desk instead and says “For fuck’s sake, tell me who you are or I’m calling security.”

“Oh, Fitz,” she sighs, and his hand hovers over the call button.  "Please wake up.“

"You’re crazy.”  It’s the first time Beth has spoken, but the girl doesn’t look at her.  She only laughs and it’s the saddest thing Leo Fitz has ever heard.

“I’m dead,” she says, half hysterical.  "I’m dead here and you’re not there to care.“

He knows it sounds impossible cruel, but he feels Beth’s hand on his and, pressing the security call button, says "Why would I?”

“I’m not surprised,” she says.  “You’re the first thing that ever made me want to live.”

Leo shakes his head.  “I don’t know you,” he tells her.  He’s done with her game. 

The door opens and several security guards walk in.  At first, she seems like she’ll let them escort her out.

But she fights.  It surprises him, the strength with which she fights and an odd part of him, a part he doesn’t recognize thinks, “That’s my girl.”

“Fitz!” she screams.  “Fitz!  You have to wake up!  You have to come back to me!”

The guard hits her hard and she falls.  In his head, he’s screaming her name.  

It’s only when they’ve carried her away that he realizes she never told him what it was.  

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anonymous asked:

(Oh no, other anon what did you encourage Reverse to do... I like the idea with the Googles, but oh no this could go so bad) so in theory now Dark has control over Google, but he's not gonna do anything bad right? Like he he's not gonna make big brother Blue hurt his siblings, right? It's just gonna be for light hearted fun... I'm worried about what Dark might make him do. Red, Green, and Oliver all look up to Google. Oh this could be bad...

(*takes a bow* Come on, cutie pie! What do you think I’m here for?)

“You know, it really is about time that I put that attitude of yours in check, Google.” Dark says as the two of them walk to the elevator, Google following by command due to his programming. He can’t even register fear at what Dark might make him do. He is only an obedient puppet. “I wonder,” Dark says slowly, pressing the button for the lobby, “I wonder what would happen if we were to meet up with your little brothers and have a little fun, huh?”

Google doesn’t reply. He simply stares straight ahead as Dark leads him into the lobby where Green is cleaning up after the floor party yesterday. Dark looks up at Blue. “Ok Google, take him apart.” He points at Green, and the droid looks up from his work to see Google’s eyes flash blue.