idk what i want to do with her hair yet lol

Coffee Shops and Scars

Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”

Word Count: 3,434

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood

Requested by @ah-excuse-me but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories


Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.

You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.

“Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.

You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”

She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”

“Yes.” You grumble.

“Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.

You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.

“Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.

“Leaned against an open oven?”

“With their upper arm?”

She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”

“Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.

Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”

“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.

You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.

Keep reading

Voltron Marching Band AU

I keep seeing marching band aus out there but I don’t agree with them so I have to make my own. Here goes!

Shiro:
- dedicated tuba
- somehow first chair even though he’s convinced that the rest of his section is better than him???
- he’s very modest
- has lungs like a fucking blimp
- *plays thirty-two 4/4 measures at a super slow tempo*
- *still hasn’t taken a breath*
- hYDRATION
- always making sure the rookies are taking care of themselves
- “did you eat breakfast today??” “are you drinking water???” “don’t strain yourself too much, but remember to practice! :)”
- the band mom
- has the music memorized the day after he gets it and no one understands
- except pidge
- the only one who doesn’t break a sweat during band camp and the others are so concerned
- “shiro seriously are you dehydrated you’re supposed to sweat how are you not dead”
- shiro: *shrugs* *does the entire routine* *isn’t exhausted yet* *still hasn’t sweated*

Hunk:
- fourth chair saxophone
- would play bass guitar during concert season but he loves his saxophone
- can play alto, tinner, and bari, but alto is his favorite
- “it’s so small omg I love it so much”
- would die for anyone in his section
- has memorized every alternate fingering ever and is happy to share his knowledge
- he’s on the loading crew because he can carry a sousaphone in each hand and a bass drum on his back
- not very good at sight reading
- he has to hear the music before he can play it
- but he plays great by ear
- has never chipped a reed
- ever
- not even at band camp
- pidge is jealous
- just. sounds like an angel when he plays
- takes such good care of his sax by killing literally anyone who touches it
- “did you just dent my saxophone”
- terrified rookie: um I’m sorry omg don’t hurt me I don’t wanna die I’m so sorry I’ll do anything
- most of the younger kids are absolutely terrified of him and he’s okay with this

Keith:
(I’ve seen a lot of “trumpet keith” aus but honestly?????)
- keith is drum captain
- he plays snare and he fuckin kills it
- keith is not a good leader in most aspects of his life but when it comes to music he’s just so in tune to it and he knows exactly what everyone needs to do to make the music perfect
- one of those people who can tell whether a note is in tune just by hearing it and he hates it
- “pidge you’re out of tune”
- “I just came from the tuner I’m perfectly in tune!!”
- “okay but you’re not you’re a bit sharp actually”
- doesn’t know how to dynamic
- “okay keith that was great but you need to tone it down a bit. play a bit softer, your dynamic is piano”
- “lol what does softer mean”
- he just beats the drum as hard as he can all. the. time
- never officially came out to the band, coran found him and lance making out in one of the practice rooms and afterward lance wrote “keith is gay and dating the color guard master” on the white board
- everyone was confused because “why would he date allura if he’s gay”
- lance was very bitter

Lance:
- trombone during concert season
- but in marching band he kills with a flag
- so flexible omg
- “keith look what I can do with my leg”
- “please untie yourself you’re going to get stuck”
- (he has gotten stuck before)
- hips made of fucking. rubber or something idk how do they mOVE LIKE THAT
- he and keith are not allowed to be within sight of each other in shows because keith gets so distracted by lance’s Hips From God™
- gives the rookie guard members makeup tutorials
- has a large role in the costume designs for the year because in lance’s rookie year the outfits were clashy and not good and lance was horrified
- he vowed to fix this abomination
- has never dropped a flag. not once.
- he has, however, lost grip of his rifle several times and accidentally nailed someone in the head
- he is the reason all the rifles have grippers now

Pidge:
- second chair clarinet and super salty
- has a photographic memory so she memorizes music like that
- doesn’t understand bass clef and will never try
- “that’s an e”
- “no pidge this is bass. that’s a g”
- “that’s a fucking e fight me”
- absolutely despises first chair clarinet
- “he’s so cocky I hATE HIM SO MUCH”
- really good with rhythms?
- hunk doesn’t understand this
- “hunk all you do is count it. look”
- “can you just sing it for me i’m lost”
- drinks 2948592859$-484 gallons of water per day
- puts on so much sunscreen during band camp that she gets paler
- “pidge why don’t you lay off on the sunscreen and try to get a tan”
- “because, lance, not everyone wants to get fucking sKIN CANCER”
- when she burns she burns bad
- somehow still has a sock tan???
- “heh look pidge’s feet are DARKER than her legs. told you you were getting paler”
- her reeds never last more than two weeks
- they are always broken, usually because she refuses to buy a mouthpiece cap
- “pidge this is why you’re second chair”
- doesn’t do trills. ever. hates trills almost as much as she hates the first clarinet
- coran tried to get her to play bass clarinet in concert once
- her reaction was basically ???????
- “coran i’m three inches tall and have the muscle mass of a corn chip I can barely lift my regular clarinet”
- absolutely lives by the “if you see a word you don’t know look at the director” rule
- no knowledge of musical terms
- “accelerando??? lol what’s that”

Allura:
- baritone during concert season
- color guard captain
- the master of “spin a thousand times without getting dizzy”
- perfect balance
- has literally stood on three fingers and twirled a flag with her foot and could do it again
- very loud
- she will always be heard
- thinks the rookies are cute but she will not put up with their shit
- “lance stop giving everyone makeovers we’re supposed to be learning the routine”
- has made a flower crown for her flag
- so graceful
- has never fallen
- has dropped the thing she was twirling (flags, rifles, sabres, etc) exactly once and that was because she threw a sabre at lance’s head
- coran was not pleased but it was pretty funny
- can do your hair 101 ways but only one of them is acceptable because we all have to look the same, goddammit lance stop with the braid trains
- doesn’t take lance seriously at all and tbh he doesn’t blame her
- took dance classes as a kid and found that she enjoyed it
- but color guard is where she belongs
- (even if some of her fellow guard members *cough*lance*cough* are assholes sometimes)
- one time a toddler ran out onto the field during a show and hugged allura’s legs and she melted
- “coran can we keep it”
- “her parents are right there”
- “but can we keep it”
- pretends to be Mature and Serious but in reality she’s as much of a dork as the rest of the band
- once she heard a cheerleader say “i’m glad we don’t have to work with the band like the color guard” and she decked them
- has temper issues but is overall a great performer

Coran:
- the wacky director
- band camp stories take up half the class time
- if someone doesn’t want to play this part again, or is tired of marching this set, all they have to do say “hey coran did ___ ever happen at your band camp” and coran will never shut up again
- this is a risky move though because if he realizes what you’re doing you will never see the light of day again
- the living embodiment of “one more time” *ten times later* “one more time”
- “if you’re not perfect then we’re not competing”
- was humiliated once by a rival school because of an immature band
- will never let it happen again
- tries (and fails) to reference modern pop culture
- “i think you kids will like this song! it’s kind of like that one the kids sing now with the doors and the painting”
- “the what now”
- “you know, the one by those scared parties”
- he means well
- super chill but if you get on his bad side then you will see hell
- jokes around a lot but he is serious when it comes to music
- and if you’re not then coran will not hesitate in kicking you out
- “if you can’t play your instrument then you wON’T PLAY YOUR INSTRUMENT HOW’S THAT BYE FIND A NEW 5TH PERIOD TEACHER”
- a professional Student Roaster™

Roommates

Genre: Fluff / Humor (??) / Romance / Very slight smut 

Word Count: 5,065

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Request: Can you do a fic of having Jungkook (my bias oh muh gosh) as your neighbor and you having to stay at his house while your parents are away??

“We’ll be gone for awhile and I think it would be best if you stayed with Jungkook while we’re gone! You guys are the same age, he’s only a couple months older. I think it would be really nice.”

Masterlist ♥︎

Request

A/n: This is really long omg w o w. I hope this is what you wanted ^-^. Thank you for the request ❗️😊♥️ I’ve actually always wanted to make a fic like this lol. jungkook feels are too real. I did sort of a new style of writing (?) kind of, idk, you guys can tell me if you like it. sorry about the ending lol. sorry not sorry for thAT SINFUL GIF.  

Keep reading

My Little Secret

They had met in Jamaica when Harry went to get away, to write, to have no distractions. But then she came out of nowhere, she was on vacation with her friends, spring break. She was cute, and Harry took a quick liking to her, she was different. She didn’t want to know Harry Styles from One Direction, but just Harry Styles as a person. 

He liked the way she laughed, the way she was carefree but at the same time she wasn’t. He liked the way that she had to plan everything before it happened, that she hated not knowing. He liked the fact that she was a college student, a waitress, a regular girl. He loved the fact that she private, and didn’t want any camera’s on her, she wanted no part in his famous life. She wanted him behind closed doors. The only person in her life that knew about him was her roommate, other than that she kept her lips sealed.

And at the beginning it was easy, he could visit her, she could visit him. She went to his private show in London, met his family. They all loved her, who wouldn’t? She met his friend, his band mates, she sat in the crowd and people just assumed she was a fan. They came in separate cars, him with his team, she would drive her 2008 Ford, they would leave in separate cars. They made it work. 

“When did you get here?” Harry asked, relaxing in the shade near the pool. 

They were careful, up until his three day holiday in Mexico. She stood by the doorway, her sun flower covered dress laid over her bathing suit, sunglasses on her face. 

“About twenty minutes ago, I ran up stairs to change,” she smiled, “how’s your break?”

“Would be better if you laid here with me,” Harry grins, patting the spot next to him.

She laughs, laying next to him, he wraps his arm around her, the two face each other, their faces inches apart, “did you get a hair cut?” he asked, picking up the ends of her hair. 

“Yeah,” she smiled, “I got it the other day.”

“‘s nice,” he yawns, dropping her hair, “I’ve missed you.”

She kisses his jaw line, moving up to the corner of his mouth, “missed you more,” she mumbled, kissing him, “your sister requested to follow my instagram, I had to decline.”

Harry laughs, Y/N made it clear she wants her privacy. And if Gemma, Anne, Harry, and all his friends and family followed her on social media and shared pictures people would start asking questions, something she wasn’t ready for. 

“Did you see me on the late late show?” He asked. 

“I stayed up every night,” she says, making him smile, “your performance of Kiwi gave me life I had no idea I was missing.”

He laughs, moving her body closer to him, and then wrapping his leg around her, “is that so?” he asked. 

She nods, “are you joining me next week?” Harry asks, lips in a pout. 

“I wish, but I have work,” she sighs, “I have to make money to pay for college, you know like normal people.”

“Ugh,” Harry groans, “what about June?”

“I’m all yours,” she promised. 


“We are going out to eat,” Mitch says, leaning against the island in the kitchen. 

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked, placing her chin on the palm of her hand, she tears her gaze away from Harry to Mitch. 

“Some restaurant Claire found,” he shrugs, “I take it you guys won’t be coming?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Sarah asked, walking in, she sets her back on top of the island, “didn’t you two come out yet?”

“No, why would you think that?” Y/N asked. 

“There are pictures of you like everywhere,” Sarah says, handing her phone to Y/N.

She grabs it, scrolling through twitter. 

Y/N Y/L/N is the girl Harry is with, here is her twitter. 

She’s not that pretty. 

LOL she looks like trash. 

IDK I would put in more effort in my appearance if I was Y/N.

Y/N is cute, leave her alone. 

If Harry likes her, I like her. 

Y/N needs to lose some weight, where did she come from anyways?

I bet Y/N is with him for the money.

Harry grabs the phone, pictures of them from the pool are posted everywhere, links to her social media are attached to tweets.

“Oh God,” Y/N rubs her temples, “how did they find me so quickly?”

“Please don’t listen to them,” Harry says. 

She sighs, she had seen how the fans reacted to his past rumored girlfriends, it was the last thing she wanted. 

“This is crazy,” she says, grabbing her own phone to see calls and texts from her friends, DM’s from people in her school, “this is the last thing I wanted.”

“Why are people like this?” Mitch sighed. 

“Y/N,” Harry says gently. 

“I’m fine,” she shrugs, turning off her phone and slipping it back into her bag, “it was bound to happen at some time anyways.”

“It should’ve happened when you were ready though, not when some guy wanted a pay check,” Harry says, frowning. 

She grabs his hand, “my social media is on private, and I don’t plan on changing that, yeah people know about me, but they can’t really ever know what happens when it’s just us, which is what really matters.”

“‘m sorry love,” Harry kisses her hand, “I know this isn’t ideal.”

“Hey, you have to put up with me and my baggage, I have to do the same, your baggage just happened to be millions of camera’s,” she teased. 

“Sometimes you can get a really good profile picture though,” Harry jokes. 

She rolls her eyes, leaning over the island and kissing him quickly, “you’re very lucky I like you a lot,” she smiled. 

“I’m a very lucky man,” Harry agrees, a smile on his face. 

He grabs his phone sending out one little tweet. 

Please share the love, she’s a wonderful girl who makes me happy, H.

“Stop signing your tweets! We know they’re from you!” Claire yelled, walking into the room. 

My Calgary Expo Experience

Okay guys so I’m still kind of dying. Today (probably yesterday by the time this goes up) was kind of amazing and I can’t believe that I met Bob Morley BUT I’M GOING TO ATTEMPT TO SHARE THE AWESOMENESS WITH YOU ALL.

Apparently recap posts about cons are a thing and I still can’t believe that I actually have reason to write one!!

I only decided to go on the Sunday because I could fit in the photo op, autograph signing, and panel all in one day so I felt that it was a good option, so I don’t know much about anything that happened on any of the other days.

It was sooo incredible. Bob is just … wow. 

He just has the most adorable personality. And we all probably know this because you don’t need to meet him to be able to tell but he really does. As my friend who was with me likes to say, he’s all “soft and squish” hahahaha.

I was so so so nervous when we first walked into the autograph line (which was not very long at all because we came on the last day, and we also came early) and we were, like, two feet away from him because the line looped around. It was so weird. I still can’t believe that I was that close to him, let alone actually TALKED to him, and TOUCHED him. 

Also I’m about 99% sure that I saw Robyn from the Afictionados podcast in the line ahead of me because she has a very distinctive voice and I heard her mention Unity Days but I was too shy to talk to her and I wasn’t 100% it was her until later but anyway SHOUTOUT TO ROBYN IF YOU’RE READING THIS WHICH YOU PROBABLY AREN’T BUT IN THE UNLIKELY EVENT YOU ARE JUST KNOW THAT I REALLY LIKE YOUR PODCAST AND I’M REALLY AWKWARD SO I DIDN’T TELL YOU IN PERSON

anyway ..

Bob is just amazing because he was out in front of his table instead of behind it like basically all the other guests. It was really neat, he’s very interactive with the fans and likes to be very personal with everyone. He shook everyone’s hand that came to get an autograph and introduced himself (AS IF I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE) and asked how we were doing and he was just so polite and cute and ugghh. I’ve never been to a con before but my friend was telling me how usually the autograph signing is very quick and they get you in and out of there very fast but Bob was so sweet and generous and took his time with everyone, actually attempting to have a real conversation with the fans. 

The people before us were taking a video of him which is prohibited apparently and the security guy there was getting mad at them but Bob was like “oh, I don’t mind …” and he looked kind of uncomfortable (about the security guy, not the fans). 

He shaved his beard the night before and my friend was hEARTBROKEN because she LOVED it, haha. I think he looks nice either way, but I kind of prefer him cleanshaven so I was happy. HE PLAYS WITH HIS HAIR SO MUCH. And I swear that boy has an entire closet dedicated just to his various hats, its like every time I saw him he was wearing a different one.

My friend was a little starstruck so I ended up doing a lot of the conversation, but honestly I barely processed most of what he was saying. I mentioned that Zach talked about filming a movie with him at a recent con and asked him if he could share a little bit about it. He laughed and said that he was surprised Zach had said anything because they were supposed to be secretive about it so he didn’t really say anything more than what I already knew. He talked about how he was going to be filming in Malaysia pretty soon (which I already knew cause i’m extra lol) and how he hadn’t spent a whole lot of time prepping for the role so he needed to do some of that beforehand. It was fine that he couldn’t say much about it though because I was mostly just trying to keep the conversation going so I didn’t spontaneously combust and/or faint in his arms … you know, the usual.

My friend was dressed up as Season 2 Octavia (with the warpaint) and I had a really crappy cosplay of Season 1 Clarke going on hahahaha. Basically I couldn’t find a jacket (and i have no idea how to make one) so I just had like the shirt and the watch and the hair and stuff so it wasn’t anything special. Most people probably thought I wasn’t dressed up at all. When I walked up to Bob he went “WOW that’s a big watch” cause my wrists are really tiny I guess haha. I don’t really know if he knew if I was Clarke or not. 

He started both of our autographs with “Dearest [name]” instead of just “Dear” or writing only our names, which I thought was adorable. It’s such a Bob thing to do - or at least something I would expect from him. He also put two x’s at the end.

I didn’t end up getting anything special signed because I couldn’t think of anything super creative, so I just chose one of their prints instead. They were nice though. 

When he saw my friend’s print that she’d chosen he went “wow I was so tan” and I kind of laughed because he’s still really tan and his skin is so nice haha, but meanwhile I’m white as hell and can’t tan for the life of me

Then we both took photos with him. I always see people talking about Bob smelling really nice and I was like “okay” because I don’t tend to talk about how people smell BUT HE ACTUALLY DOES OKAY. lol I know that seems weird, I don’t know how to describe the smell but its a thing, guys, all right?

Afterwards we looked around a bit at the convention and waited to head to Bob’s panel at 12:00. I ran into a few friends who I haven’t seen in awhile which was kind of nice. It was super packed. There were a lot more people who showed up to see Bob than I was expecting, but it was nice to see so many people coming together. :) The panel was 45 minutes but it went by soooooooo fast. The moderator kept asking Bob to expand on his questions basically, which ended up eating up a lot of time so I didn’t get to ask the question about Jasper and Bellamy that I wanted to, which was kind of disappointing. 

I was being so extra though, waving my hand in the hair and everything, trying to get her attention. I made eye contact with Bob because he saw me but then the woman picked someone else and it was really sad lol. I raised my hand EVERY SINGLE TIME. But I was ignored. 

*sigh*

NEXT TIME.

They were really strict about there being no videos so I couldn’t really get any, which is unfortunate, and I wasn’t close enough to get very good quality photos so I won’t post any of them here. If you have any questions about some things people are spreading about the panel or want confirmation about some stuff Bob said, just hit me up and I’ll hopefully clear some things for you because I know that the truth often gets skewed a little at conventions. Its like the fandom is playing a little game of telephone, except online.

Bob is soooo cute and endearing and funny, so I really enjoyed the panel. I know a lot of people have been posting about stuff that Bob but I’ll point out the stuff I remember anyway

  • Someone asked Bob was his favourite episode/scene was and Bob said that his favourite episode is yet to air, and that it really delves into Bellamy’s “psyche”, which he liked, so I’m super excited to see that. I do wonder if he’s referring to 4x10, actually, since the promo seems pretty Bellamy heavy and it’s written by Aaron who tends to write Bellamy pretty well, I think. We’ll see!
  • There’s a video of the Bellarke question going around which, to be perfectly honest, isn’t much different from anything else that he’s said. He apparently ~ doesn’t know ~ if they’ll go the romantic path but he believes that they have a very “special relationship” that is deeper than any romance. It’s not in the video that I’ve seen going around but he also said that Bellamy and Clarke have a certain understanding and honesty which he believes is definitely a good place to start to build a relationship on, if they were planning on going that route.
  • He said something that I really haven’t seen talked about at all, but both I and my friend thought was a little odd when we heard it. I think the question was asking what scenes with Bellamy were most difficult or something like that but he said “the romantic side I find very hard to play”, which I thought was kind of interesting because Bellamy hasn’t really had any romantic partners besides Gina very very briefly. Idk if that’s who he was referring to? *side eyes emoji* Take it with a grain of salt in any case.
  • Bob joked about how Bellamy gets beat up so often because he’s “been told that [Bob] sells hits really well” lol. He also said that he maybe takes punches a little too well because when Octavia was beating him up in 3x10 he got too into it and accidentally fell through the wall of the set and broke it.
  • The moderator pointed out that it’s remarkable how well some characters have recovered from being impaled and he made a cheeky little comment about how “it’s science guys!” because we all know just how accurate the science on this show is hahaha
  • Someone asked Bob how he and Bellamy are similar and he responded by saying that he was loyal to his family and that the similarities “start and finish there”. He talked about how Bellamy is so much more aggressive than he is and how he wouldn’t go around killing people. The moderator then asked him if he thought he would ever be capable of doing something like that and Bob went “NOOOOOOOO! I don’t have that in me, its ACTING!”. He sounded so offended, it was really funny, especially since Bob is so cute and pure so it just sounded bizarre when she asked that.
  • Apparently during the scene where Pike sentences Kane to death Mike Beach and Henry Ian Cusick had a solid 15 minute argument about whose side Bellamy should be on and Bob just decided to leave the room after awhile. Bob was just like “okay I’m just going to walk out and you two can decide which one of you is my dad”.
  • Bob enjoys doing fight scenes “because its always kind of exciting to feel like you’re tough, even though you’re not” (he laughed after he said that) and he also enjoyed doing the Bellamy speeches because he thought that they felt cool and kind of empowering to feel like you have the power to actually influence someone else, since there aren’t many opportunities for that in real life.
  • Since he likes fight scenes, he joked about how he always would ask “can’t I at least try and put up a fight”  and he also said that Bellamy tends to take more beatings than he gives now because Bellamy feels like he deserves to be beaten up for what he’s done.
  • In the scene where he found out that Octavia “died” apparently Bob went full out and was banging his head against the bars and actually got a cut all along his forehead because he was so into it.
  • He was asked if it ever hurt his vocal cords to talk so low in Bellamy’s voice and he joked that it’s painful when he has to scream all the time at such a low octave. He also talked about why Bellamy’s voice was so low, because he was really hungover when they shot the Pilot and when he saw the video he went back and was really surprised and he just kind of had to roll with it from there on out. I’ve heard that story before but it was cool to hear Bob talk about it in person.
  • I know we all love to talk about the drastic difference in pitch between Bellamy and Bob’s voice but I’m telling you that its something else to hear it in person instead of just in a video. The change is SO dramatic.
  • One time when Bellamy had to do a big speech in Season 1, Bob had a really bad cold and he couldn’t speak properly so he was kind of screeching and messing up and he said it was really “embarassing” and so frustrating that he actually started to cry. The whole crowd went “aWWWWWwwwWWWWW” when he said that and he was like “yeah, yeah, I know, I know” all bashful and it was really cute.
  • He talked about how he would rather be judged for his “content” versus his physique and he said “maybe its not even me to feel that way” which made me sad, and then he said that he now recognizes that being judged for his appearance comes with the job sometimes.
  • Bob says that he likes polarizing the audience but that some people on social media can’t seem to separate him from Bellamy and he joked about all these people who meet him and are just like “I hate your character but, you know, you’re okay” and I was honestly like WHO DO I HAVE TO FIGHT COME AT ME
  • If he could bring back anyone he said he would bring back Pike and someone yelled “WHYYYY????” and Bob talked about how he caused lots of chaos and whatnot which was interesting, to which the mod was like “they already have enough chaos” and then Bob responded with “what’s wrong with a little chaos?” and I died. nOT like that’s one of the most iconic lines of Season 1 or anything ..
  • He also said he thought bringing Finn back would be interesting because “his moral compass is very different from Clarke and Bellamy’s” 
  • When he was a kid he wanted to be a stuntman and he would bite into ceramic plates because he thought that’s what they did, lol. Bob just went, “SO stupid” after he described it haha
  • I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT. He joked a ton about his hair and how the apocalypse is great for the characters’ hair. He talked about how the hair team is great and how Bellamy has “great hair game” in Season 4, but that all seems to change after Bob finishes filming and he doesn’t really do anything with it. He’s very self-deprecating
  • Bob says that when he struggles in getting into Bellamy’s headspace a lot of the time he just starts thinking about lunch because that’s what Mike Beach told him to do, hahahahaha. He also talked about how there’s “a lot of stupid stuff” going around in Bellamy’s head a lot of the time.
  • He said that he likes to do rock climbing, but a lot of the time he just ends up playing video games instead.
  • He finds Octavia and Bellamy’s storyline together this season “heartbreaking”.
  • He says his scenes with Eliza are “always really great” because they’re very “emotional” and he gets to cry lol
  • Apparently Bob is like one of two people who actually knows how to drive the rover because its stick shift and its “impossible”.
  • One girl that was picked said “sorry” and Bob was like “what are you apologizing for?” and the moderator was like “it’s the Canadian way” or something along those lines but the girl was just like “cause I’m so awkward” and the whole time i was thinking girl SAME i feel you
  • Bob says playing Bellamy has changed his real voice. He thinks his voice has “dropped down because of it” even when he’s not playing Bellamy.
  • Bob said that one of his friends tried to get him to compete in a smashbrothers competition and he went but he said it was really intense so he was like “no, no, no, I’m going to stay home and be the king of my own house”
  • Bob doesn’t like sitting behind the table when signing autographs because he “feels weird” about it and enjoys interacting with fans because he feels that social media is really “devoid of connection” and he’s “just a normal person” like the rest of us, which was sweet. <3
  • Bob says that “I’m very loving but I’m very pragmatic” when referring to Bellamy (not himself)
  • Bob loves Bellamy soo much and he is super protective of him (like us!). He says that when people don’t like Bellamy sometimes he’s just like “oh well let’s talk about this, maybe I can talk you around” but it doesn’t usually work haha
  • He said that he went to a play in Australia because William Mcinnes, who he really loves, was in it but he didn’t know what it was about and it turned out be about IVF treatment lol and he was like “yeah that was kinda weird […] maybe I should have read the plot first …”

After the panel we looked around at all the merchandise but there was barely anything for The 100, which wasn’t all that surprising. I honestly didn’t expect to find anything, but we stumbled completely by accident onto this jewelry stand and we saw one necklace for The 100 and started freaking out because we couldn’t find any The 100 merch ANYWHERE and the lady heard us and told us that she sold stuff at Unity Days so she’d designed an entire jewelry line for The 100 and showed us her collection.

It was so awesome. She makes all these neat little themed charm bracelets for all shows, so there was one for Lost, and OUAT and Supernatural and all that, which was nice but she had a whole COLLECTION for The 100, with themed bracelets for almost all the individual characters. I remember seeing something similar online, maybe even the same ones, and had told my friend earlier that I thought they were cool.

I DEFINITELY wasn’t expecting to actually find them. 

My friend bought the Bellamy one and I bought the Raven one, because I personally thought that the Raven one was more true to the character than the other one (but they were both really cute!). I’m not one for fandom merch so it was kind of exciting for me to buy something. 

Here’s a pic of my Raven bracelet: 

And here’s my friends Bellamy bracelet:

Later we went to go get our photo ops with Bob, which we did individually. It was very fast-paced so we didn’t get to spend much time with him or anything but I was actually surprisingly relaxed and calm the second time I saw him? Idk he’s just so humble and down-to-earth and he really makes you feel comfortable around him, so I wasn’t nearly as nervous as I was earlier. 

When he saw my friend and I he was just like “hello again” and I thought it was cute that he remembered us, after meeting hundreds of individual people!

I just took a regular photo with him, no special poses or anything, because I felt weird asking for anything different. But to be honest I wish that I asked him for a hug, because I saw a girl go before us who did and her photo ended up looking REALLY good and now I’m super jealous, dammit. 

NEXT TIME. 

(I feel like I’m making a lot of promises to myself in this post, hmmmmmm)

Anyways, after we got the photo he turned to me and said “thank you!” and I was just thinking WHY ARE YOU THANKING ME??? YOU JUST MADE MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE, THANK YOU!

So that was my experience seeing Bob. I’m so far from over it and just looking at the pictures makes me feel all light and happy. He’s such a great person and you can tell that he’s not just putting an act or a show for the benefit of his fans, he’s truly genuine! 

Now I know what people mean when they talk about how after they meet some of the cast, they just want to do it again the next day. I’ve got the con fever, I want to go to another one so bad (but of course I’m infinitely grateful that I got to see him in person at all, because it was such an incredible experience)! Bob is so sweet and adorable and KIND (like I’ve reiterated half a million times) and deserves everything amazing in the world, I don’t know make the rules, k?

And there’s just something so … amazing about cons. No one there is judging you, everyone there is a shameless nerd as well, haha, and its such a safe space for fans to go and meet celebrities, guests, and each other. Whenever my friend and I saw anyone wearing The 100 merch or cosplaying as someone from The 100, we always got so excited. Because there are ACTUAL REAL PHYSICAL people in front of us who are just as obsessed as we are, and you don’t get that connection through TV. Everyone is so friendly and accepting, complimenting each other’s costumes and whatnot. The community is just amazing

Here’s hoping that I get to experience this again, and that any of you who haven’t yet get to as well! Everyone deserves to go to a con and have as much fun as I did. :)

Not sure if I’m going to post my photos with him because I’m really weird about posting photos of myself on the internet. I guess I’m just paranoid that someone I know will stumble across it, or my fandom days will come back to haunt me in twenty years or so and someone will pull up my photograph and my account with my dramatic ass screaming about Bellarke and Bellamy Blake and all that and judge me for the rest of my life. We’ll see. Maybe BFSN??

I’ll consider it. ;)

Domme - Requested

Requested by anons: –Can I request a fic with sherlock and the reader where he lets the reader take control in the bedroom and he’s kinda nervous but she’s totally up for it and he ends up really liking it??
–Sherlock x Reader where the reader and Sherlock play wrestle? (It can end in smut or something idk just do whatever comes to your mind lol)
–Some Sherlock smutt/fluff where the reader rides Sherlock and is really nervous but he makes her feel better?
–I don’t know if you mind, but can you please write a Sherlock x Dom!reader smut? I always see dominant Sherlock and I would like to see dominant reader for once.

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word count: 2.242

Warnings: Smut - femdom, dirty talk, slapping, hair pulling, light bondage, unprotected, submissive Sherlock -, bit of fluff at the beginning.

A/N: I am not proud of my browser’s seach history now…

Enjoy!

Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

Sherlock was on his seat, reading a newspaper and ignoring (Y/N). They had just finished a case, and so they were resting until Mycroft crossed the door with brand new information that would, invariably, lead the to another case – Sherlock deduced that it would happen three days after – and so the two detectives decided to rest.

(Y/N) expected to have Sherlock’s full attention during his break; however, Sherlock remained to be himself nonetheless.

She wanted to spend quality time with her boyfriend and he… “Antwerp…” He was solving the newspaper’s crossword. She rolled her eyes and groaned slightly, catching Sherlock’s attention. “Don’t you think it’s Thibodaux?”

“I don’t know, Sher.” She sighed. Sherlock understood exactly what she wanted from him. He sighed heavily as well, putting the newspaper away and mentally preparing himself to play the nice boyfriend.

“Come here.” He commanded. (Y/N)’s eyes instantly lightened, knowing that she would get some attention, and so she obeyed, sitting on his lap right away. “Would you… Want to do those strange things regular couples do?”

(Y/N) giggled. “I’m not trying to force you to be someone you are not.” She reminded him and Sherlock nodded, acting like he didn’t care when, in fact, he enjoyed playing the nice boyfriend.

Keep reading

today i was reflecting in the shower.. where i normally do all of my deeper thinking.. and i couldn’t stop thinking about 2016. i know.. we’re in a new year.. time to let it go.. but i don’t think i properly cleansed myself or made peace with how my year went. and because a lot of what happened to me throughout the year continuously comes to mind.. i knew it was time to sit down and write out my feelings. what has made me the writer or “poet” that i am today.. is i’ve spilled my heart out on paper, time and time again, but lately i’ve been extremely distant. i’m not sure whether it’s because i feel a burden to always be positive and uplifting or because i find myself more afraid than ever. last year i cried. and cried. and cried. more than i’ve ever cried in my 22 years of life. i even made a habit out of watching really sad and emotional movies just so i could find an excuse to. also.. i’ve smoked more than ever before. longing to both - feel.. and be numb. i’d smoke before writing so i could pull certain stories out of me. then i’d smoke after, to forget them. often times.. i just got high enough to make myself fall asleep so i wouldn’t have to deal with anything. in the midst of one of my episodes.. i realized i suffer, and have always suffered, from feeling like nobody really understands me. i’ve always felt like i was someone who was constantly mistaken for an entirely different person. i always feel like i don’t “fit”. i don’t fit around friends.. i don’t fit around family.. i don’t make sense at social gatherings.. i don’t feel at home in my own home. i think a lot of these feelings have come up, from time to time, because i’ve never really known my true identity. all i’ve ever known myself to be is someone that everyone clings to. and not in a “she’s the life of the party” kind of way, but more so, “she’s the person to get advice from” way. and although.. this may sound selfish, sometimes i wish i had someone like me. i wish i had someone who was willing to help solve my problems before solving their own. as i’m typing, i’m starting to cry again. and i’m crying because i don’t know when exactly this will end. or if this discomfort is how i’m meant to live life. maybe this is just the life of an empathic. maybe when i started asking god to “use” me, i signed up for this. the truth is, 2016 should have been the best year of my life. i released a book that hit the best sellers list, i bought my dog that brings an unlimited source of awe to my life, i signed a major publishing deal, i moved out of my parents house and into a new home, i lost friends that never clapped for me, and gained friends who’ve been there for me in every way since, i built this whole “brand” into something much bigger than i ever expected myself to, i found out i was cancer free, i promise the list could continue on. but depression got in the way. of everything. i never once celebrated myself. i never once intervened, and took control. i never even thought to. i felt like whatever i was going through.. i was supposed to. and still.. i’m not sure the reasoning.. i just kept living with a kind of sadness i have yet to find a name for. instead of focusing on all of the goodness that god was placing in my life, i had tunnel vision on everything that i felt was going wrong. i couldn’t see life in a positive light no matter how good things may have got. my parents split up. i was forced to move out. i lost my home base. i went, and still go, months without speaking to either one. my boyfriend was dealing with an ex who continuously threatened to take her life at the account of us being together. all i wanted to do was help her. but couldn’t. i had a new life to take care of, when i could barely take care of my own self. i lost all my friends. literally, every single one. i never ever could leave the house because of how bad my social anxiety was getting. i found out i had a fractured jaw because of the size of a tumor that was holding it in place. i found out i had a fucking tumor that could have been cancerous. i had reconstructive jaw surgery that ruined the nerve and feeling in my mouth. i could not eat or sleep or talk straight for months. i’m still dealing with the pain. i was consistently working and doing interviews right after my surgery. i was and am still extremely exhausted from this. i never properly allowed myself to rest or heal. i started working with a team that could not fully ever understand me which only added to my frustration, loneliness, and sadness. and again, THIS LIST could go on. but more than anything. i was bullied. as my brand kept getting bigger, i was bullied more. and more. and i couldn’t understand how my work, trying to help and heal people, could bring in such negative responses. i couldn’t understand why there were people who were so eager to tear me apart, they would start to attack my image. everyday people attack the way i look and sound. and this kind of bullying brought back a lot of old feelings that i never dealt with as a kid. growing up i was constantly brought down and picked on because of the way i look. i was never skinny enough. or pretty enough. or i was too hairy. or my teeth were too crooked. or my hair was too nappy. or i was too dark. or i was too “black”. or i wasn’t “black enough”. now, i’m receiving - i’m too stupid or i’m too fake. my writing isn’t good enough. my writing is cliche. i look like a monkey. and so on. and so forth. and as i’m typing these things.. i find myself giggling a bit, wondering why i even allow these things to bother me. but truthfully, all negativity from outside sources bothers me. no matter what form it comes in. i always question, “what have i done to deserve this?” and although i often ignore these nasty comments, i’ve realized i harbor the feelings i receive when i see these comments. embarrassment. frustration. confusion. hurt. disappointment. betrayal. i let these statements affect me to the point where i’m starting to silence my voice. i’m starting to be more afraid to speak up for myself. the thought of confrontation makes me nervous. the thought of even receiving any awful comments makes my stomach flip. so i won’t say anything at all. i’ll keep everything to myself if it’ll keep the mean people and their nasty opinions away. but i’m trying to break out of this. i really am. i’m trying to be more understanding of the way people work. i know.. that the way we treat people is a reflection of the way we treat or view ourselves. meaning.. those who are willing to go out of their way to attack a person for absolutely no reason, ultimately feel that they need to. either because, they don’t have enough love for themselves, to be consumed within themselves and their own positivity, or, simply, they hate themselves just as much as they hate me. and not personally, but mainly, their views of life are formed in a negative and hateful way.. more often than not. idk.. maybe i’m getting too ahead of myself. or maybe i make sense and i’m afraid no one will understand it. lol. but anyway. idk. i’m just glad i got to get these things off my chest because i feel like my readers.. and supporters.. or those who just fuck with me, for whichever reason.. are always looking forward to hearing from me. and i’m trying to, again, be more accepting of the fact that not everyone is going to always like my shit. my writing. my poetry. my points of view. my ideas. and that’s okay. that doesn’t make me any less of an artist or woman or idealist.. and that doesn’t make whomever else any less than either. i’m thankful. for these moments of clarity because they really ground me and put me back in my place. i get to reflect on how i’ve sabotaged my own life.. and i pray that god help me heal from it. the reality of this all is.. i’m my own worse enemy. and i have been.. for most of my life. and i know this because i would have never ever allowed myself to go through all the hardships that i did. i would have never allowed myself to not only deal with half the people i’ve dealt with - but also.. i wouldn’t have allowed myself to be as affected by negativity as i was. all i was doing, and all i’ve been doing, is place energy in places and spaces that my energy was never meant to be. 2016 was the ending. i firmly believe this because there is always a storm before a sunny day. there were times last year when i thought i was out of touch with myself and i couldn’t hear god as clearly as i’m used to.. but really.. s/he was with me all along. guiding me to this place i’m in now. this place of - understanding, acceptance, and gratitude. i’m finally understanding that sometimes we go through shit. sometimes a lot of shit. but what we go through doesn’t define us. it shapes us into the people that we’re ultimately meant to be. stronger. wiser. and happier.. if anything. i’m finally accepting that some things, many things, are out of our control. but we have much more control than we think. the way we react to life will result in our karma. we can choose how to react and ultimately this will help affect all of our situations moving forward. i’m also learning to accept people as they are. everyone will do as they please. and not everyone will be considerate of mine, or anyone else’s, feelings. in knowing this, i have to constantly remind myself to not take anything personal. the longer i feed into other peoples negativity, the longer i’ll be miserable. misery is the result of not fully understanding or not fully having control over certain situations. but the more intuitive we are.. the easier it will be to keep away from misery. and finally.. i’m grateful for the one friend i had all along.. whom i never give enough credit to. my best friend and boyfriend. every single tear that came strolling down my cheek.. he was always here to help wipe and then uplift me. the more silence i become the more he encourages me to speak. even if he, himself, doesn’t fully understand. i’m grateful to god for showing up in all forms. people. places. numbers. symbols. etc. i cannot be anymore thankful for my relationship with god. for not only helping me get through one of the best/worst years of my life.. but also.. for giving me the strength to open up about it. knowing.. that everyone’s perception of me is that i’ve “got it all together.”
—  Reyna Biddy

hey, so, a while back i posted about writing an au where Mary is alive (which you can find here if you’re interested)

and while I haven’t really had the time to flesh out this idea completely, i still wrote something bc i couldn’t stop thinking about it, so. here is that.

tw abuse

**

As the figure in front of him took shape, Neil felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Mom?” The word was barely a whisper, the sound escaping his lips before he realized he was speaking. The room was dim and her hair was different from when he had last seen her, but he’d recognize those eyes anywhere, colored contacts be dammed. A chill traveled up his spine– he was looking at a ghost. “I thought you were dead,” he gasped out, stumbling forward, allowing himself a moment to be relieved, to breathe. He wrapped his arms around her middle and breathed her in, surprised at how warm her skin felt against his. She smelled like sweat and shampoo, probably stolen from a shitty hotel in the middle of nowhere. It was familiar in a way that made him ache. He thought briefly about her injuries from months ago, about if it hurt her when he squeezed her tight, and considered pulling away. Her arms came up and gripped him just as strongly, anchoring him in place.

“Abram,” she breathed, and felt like his chest would burst at the sound of her voice. “Oh Nathaniel,” her hands card through his hair once, twice, before her grip became painful. She pulled away from him, holding him by his hair so she could look into his eyes. “Baby, what have you done?”

Keep reading

"im going to give it to you?" pt 2

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual themes, mature themes,

prompt: first part of story->(a/n: okay so i don’t wanna give the prompt bc i feel like it’s too heavy to put in a couple of sentences but, this is going to be a two parter, the next part will be a smut lol so,,, this is just a lemon i guess… ok anyways) jason is going to be giving y/n a lesson about virginity and such and such but y/n and jason are just best friends so uh i guess that’s what the prompt is idk

second part of story->y/n and jason go to the ball and dance away. Smut next chapter, it will prolly be the last chapter tbh


-your POV-
So it’s already Friday and I spent the day getting ready for this ball. It’s masquerade and I am super excited. I love balls and whenever Jason doesn’t take me I usually go with Dick, as friends. Jason hated going to balls but since he has that big scar on his face, I personally think it’s very faint, considering the treatments he’s gotten on them, Bruce doesn’t make him go unless of course, he can cover it up with a mask.

I am wearing a red dress that the company provided me. It’s so lovely and I hadn’t gotten a chance to wear it yet. I personally can’t believe how lovely it looks and I feel amazing in it. My makeup is set and I have about an hour and a half to spare so I decide that I’ll just go to the manor so they don’t have to pick me up.

-Jason’s POV-
“Hey! Dickhead I need your advice!” JT

“We have to leave in an hour! Are you ready? You CANT skip out on this one.” DG

“What? No, I’m not flaking but I-” I walk into Dick’s room and sit on his bed. He’s styling his hair and has four masks on his vanity.
My voice lowers and I slowly enunciate, “look, I need some serious advice. Today I am taking y/n to the dance and-”

Dick sprays hairspray everywhere and I cough.
“And what? You’ve taken her before. Are you guys okay?” DG

“We are fine, it’s just that, after the dance… I… We… Uh…” JT

Dick turns around and grabs my shoulders and shake them.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS? I ship it! I was sooo first to know that you guys would be together! Ha! Roy owes me like five hundred dollars!”

“We aren’t dating, Richard.” JT

*bam*
Dick pushes me and I fall into the bed and he begins to put on his bow tie.
“Fuck you, out of all the girls you play y/n?” DG
He scowls into the mirror looking at me.

“Hey, I am not playing her.” JT

“Oh, sorry. In your language what do you call fucking someone over while not dating them?” DG

“What? Like you’ve never had a one night stand, or friends with benefits? Aren’t you the bachelor of the family? Don’t be a hypocrite.” JT

I don’t want to tell him what’s really going on but I guess I’ll have to, I can’t have Dick hate me for something that wasn’t my idea.

He turns around again after his bow tie is on and looks me dead in the eye.
“Jay. I don’t pursue those kinds of things with people I have to work with. Or people I’ve had crushes on forever. You realize this will ruin everything, right? Things aren’t going to be the same after you guys have sex, no matter what you think. You will be leaving memories together. Don’t forget, y/n is such a sweetheart. She’s like, almost apart of the family.” DG

“Dick, you don’t understand. I am not doing this for me, she asked me too.” JT

“Bull. i Am NoT DoiNG ThIS FoR Me.” Dick mocks me and I feel like the only thing I can do is tell him the truth.

“Don’t tell anyone but, y/n is a virgin. She literally called me to her apartment for a meeting and was like *mocks ur voice but not in a bad way* ‘I just want to have sex with other people, you know? I just don’t want to give my virginity to like some loser that I’ll only date for a couple of months.’ I did not come up with this. And I still like her. What am I supposed to do? She only wants to have sex with me so she can sex with other guys. What even. What the hell.”
I sit up again and look at Dick. Looks like he’s holding a laugh in.

“Hahahahahha. Is she really a virgin? She’s been with like, three "serious” guys in the last two years. I thought she would have given to one of those guys.“ DG

"Okay to be honest I laughed too. But just because she’s been with guys in the past doesn’t mean she’s had sex with them. Do you always think like this?” JT

“I mean, you and I both know y/n. She’s either one hundred percent or nothing. The second guy, Austin? Seemed like they did it. She’s always talking about how no guy meets her standard so she just hangs around em for another couple of month but she knows.” DG

“She knows what?” JT

“She told me she’s got this killer instinct. The one she uses in work and shit. She says she can FEEL the future with her significant other. If she doesn’t feel it then she’s not really in the relationship anymore. I mean she’s not a cheater but she doesn’t fight for the relationship anymore. She hates wasting effort, you know that.” DG

“Well, what do I do? I still like her and I want her to be in a relationship with me. What if her killer instinct tells me that I’m not good enough?” JT

Dick sits next to me and puts his arm around me.
“Okay. Here is the game plan. You pick her up. You take her to the ball and you don’t spend all your time with her. Keep it casual. Then when we drop you guys off, because you aren’t doing it in the manor. Don’t do that. Don’t. When we drop you guys off you keep your hands on her on the limo. Get her warmed up to you, make sure to bring some cologne to freshen yourself up so that she’s smelling you the whole ride home. Then you go and right before you do it, you tell her you like her. Then you show her what’s she’s been missing out on and then boom. Happily ever after.”

He grins at me and I am so perplexed.
“That’s a good plan but what if she doesn’t like me back? What if she doesn’t like me back and She still wants to fuck? What if she-” JT

“Okay, first of all, she’s going to give you a chance because you are still her number one. She’s not turning you down tonight. You could tell her that you are engaged and she’d still let you hit it. Don’t over think this. Also, if she’s not interested in you, let me know, maybe she sees a future with me.” He smirks devilish and I punch him really hard on his chest.

“You little shit.”

“I was joking! Not really but.”

I clean myself up and flex in the mirror.
“You better be.”

Dick stands up and pats my shoulders.
“You’ll be fine. Tonight is your night. I would- no I already have bet that you and y/n would end up together. Don’t overthink this.” DG

*Ding ding*

Who’s visiting now?

-Your POV-
Alfred opens the for for me and I smile and offer a hug.

“Oh! Miss y/n! We were about to pick you up!”
He hugs back and leads me inside.

“I actually got ready too early and decided that I should probably come over instead of wait around and save gas while I’m at it.”
I follow him to the living room and sitting down.

“Would you like any refreshments? I could fix some tea for you, or-”

“Alfred, I am fine. When will we be leaving?”

“I think the boys are choosing their masks now. We can leave when everyone is ready.”

I stand up and make my way to Jason’s room.
“Alright then. Thank you Alfred!”

I make my way to Jason’s room and find that he isn’t there. No one is here? Oh, everyone is in Dick’s room.

*Knock knock*
“May I come in?”

Dick opens the door and gives me a hug.
“Y/n! What are you doing here? I thought JayBird would be picking you up. You look great, Who are you wearing?”

I walk over to sit on his bed and relax.
“(designers name), and my mask is Pandora exclusive.” I smugly say.

“How very boujee of you.” Jason says and pretends to be shocked.

I giggle and smile. “Damian actually got me this mask, last Eid? And this dress is actually one of the Wayne Gowns.”

“Smart, resourceful. A real keeper.” Dick says teasingly.

“Oh shut up. Can you guys hurry up? I really want to go now.”

“We are waiting for Damian and then we will go. Tim and Bruce will show up later tonight. They are taking a different car, they insisted on patrolling a while.” DG

“I see, where is master Damian?”

A muffled voice comes through Dicks closet.
“In here!”

Dick and Jason turn to each other immediately. I wonder why.

“Hey sweetie! Do you need help?” I say while walking towards the closet.

-Jason’s POV-
Fuck! Why didn’t Dick tell me demon spawn was here! Fuck! Shit! What if he heard everything?

Y/n is about to help him in the closet what do I do?

“Dude, I am so sorry I totally forgot, He’s borrowing my old red suit from years ago. I forgot I am so sorry.” Dick whispers to me.

I place my hands on my face and rub very vigorously.

“Hunny can I come in? I can help you.”

“Yes, I need a little help, this shirt has buttons on the back and I don’t know what bow tie to put on.”

Y/n laughs that sweet laugh of hers and opens the closet door. “That’s a first, since when do you not know how to choose colors?”

Damian closes the door and I panic. Why did he do that, what’s did he close the door. What was that for. Oh my fucking God I’m fucking dead.

I turn to Dick and he sighs.
“Fuck.”

“Fuck? Fuck? He’s like 10, what are going to do? He’s also a fucking snitch.”

“Calm down, I will talk to him. Don’t worry about this. Worry about y/n.”

Our whisper argument ended and Dick gives me a hug I really don’t want.

The door opens and lookie here demon spawn and y/n are matching. Cute. He needs to cut that shit out.

“Alright! Get your masks and lets head out!” She says happily. God I am a nervous wreck.

Her arm is linked with Damian’s arm, but she has two arms so I finesse. We all walk down the stair and Damian is giving me the worst glare. We all head into the car and I swear this kid is really throwing me around.

Dick gets in first and then DAMIAN fucking lets get into the car. What a bitch. That’s my fucking job. I end up sitting next to Damian and I take up all the space I can in the car. We are taking the mini limo so we are all sitting in the back on the curved back seats.

The ride is long and the only people talking are Dick and y/n. Damian yawns quietly.

“Poor baby, didn’t you get any sleep last night?”

I always laugh whenever Damian gets babied by y/n. I mean, I wish it was me but I know that Damian gets hella embarrassed when she calls him names. He doesn’t always tell her to stop, probably because he knows she won’t.

“I was working. It’s fine. Shut the hell up Todd, there’s nothing to laugh about.”

“Okay, okay, don’t be grumpy. Come here.”
She takes Damian and swaddles him.
“Take a nap now and then you will have a better time at the ball. Promise.”

That cheeky bastard. He grins at me before snuggling into y/n. He wouldn’t have let her done that any other day. He is purposely hogging her. I knew he heard us.

Dick laughs and quickly stops when I glare at him.

“Stop laughing Dickface, do you have something to say?”

“Only if you want me to say something.” He smirks and I would have punched him if he wasn’t right.

“Guys, stop talking. Damian needs to sleep.” Y/n is cradling that big ass 14 year old and pushing his hair out of his forehead.

“Shut up Todd.”

That sly little-

Y/n looks at me with the scariest glare I have ever seen and I decide to keep my mouth shut for the next thirty minutes of the ride.

I start to realize that y/n really does look spectacular tonight. She’s singing softly to Damian and I fawn over her. The dim carlight and her face is glowing. Her dress and Damian’s suit matches and I start to imagine her with our child. I’ve never fell so hard for a girl in my entire life. She’s my best friend and now really is my last time to start a relationship with her. She’s perfect. An angel, my best friend.

The car stops and we are finally here.

-Your POV-
“Damian, wake up. It’s time to get up.”
He stirs up and nuzzles into my arm chest area.
I get a little flustered but I stroke his cheek and regain myself.
“Damian, we are here.”

“Okay, okay I am up.”
He slowly gets up and rubs his face. Taking one of the water bottles in the car he wipes his eyes and everyone gets out of the car.

As soon as I get out of the car, Jason links his arms with me and we walk into the building.

“Hey! Kids! You forgot your masks!” Dick yells.

“Wait here, I’ll get them.” Jason says while running back near the car where Dick and Damian are.

What’s his issue lol, why did he drag me away form them?

He comes running back with his mask on.
“Turn around, princess.”
He takes his fingers and drags them
along my neck and ties my mask onto my face. He locks it into my hair and whispers into my ear, “you know, Damian isn’t the only one who matches you tonight.”

I look at Jason and notice he is wearing an all black tux but the bow tie matches the color of my dress along with his handkerchief.
“You dress in my favorite color for me?”

I get tense and respond with a smirk. “Not everything is about you Jace, don’t flatter yourself.” And we head into the ballroom.

As we find our table I spot Dick and Damian. I make Jason stop and wait for them to finish signing us in and we all sit down together.

We order our food and begin to eat. Our conversation picks up about how no one can play poker with Damian because he always counts cards. 'Hey, I don’t do it on purpose!’ and my 'Damian, you are so brilliant.’ Jason’s 'I can count cards too, I just don’t, because it’s cheating.’ And before you know it, Bruce and Tim are here.

“Hello everyone,” Bruce says while starting to eat the meal Damian chose for him, “thank you for ordering, Damian.”

Another conversation emerges about everyone in the room and who to talk to and who definitely not to talk to, for professional reasons of course, and Damian and I are done eating.

“Would you like to dance, (nickname) ?” Damian usually doesn’t ask, he usually pulls on my sleeve but I am not wearing one so I smile and take his hand.

-Jason’s POV-
I am so fed up. I slam my drink onto the table, not hard enough to spill any of it though.

“Jason! What’s going on?”
I look at Bruce and don’t know what to say. Thankfully Dick says something.

“Jason is mad because Damian is spending time with y/n instead of him.”
Dick continues to eat and I regret being thankful he said anything.

“Ha, you’re jealous of a little boy.” TD

“Shut it Tim, you don’t know what’s going on.”

“Well that’s what happens when you don’t ask her to the ball. She’s not dating you, you know.” TD

“Timothy, you never reiterate a mans woman issues back at him.” Bruce smirks. “Why are you so upset, just go dance with her. The night is still young Jason.”

“It’s just that-” I pause, no one else needs to know. “You are right. I will go dance.”

I whisper to Dick, “you go steal y/n and I am going to have a little chat with Damian. He nods and I make my way to Damian.

I snatch Damian while everyone is turning around and drag him to the men’s bathroom.

"Why did you do that?” Damian growls at me.

“What are you doing?” I say, backing Damian up into the sink and crossing my arms.

“Nothing.” He pouts and looks away.

“Well stop doing it.”

“No.”

“And why not?” I ask, getting a little frustrated.

“Because I heard you. You are making a big mistake.”

“Yea? What do you know?” I scoff.

“I know that she likes you but she doesn’t know you like her. I know that you will have a very hard time telling her you love her. I know something could go wrong and she won’t come to the manor to see me and I will only be able to see her at her apartment and I will be very disappointed to see her dating someone else and having her be sad because she will have to choose between spending the night with me or her lover. I’ll be sad because I know I will ruin her relationship because she will choose me and her partner doesn’t like that.”

I took a step back, astonished.
He sniffles and I feel kinda bad.

My arm is scratching my neck and I sigh.
“Okay demon spawn. We won’t do anything-”

“I heard you guys. You are going to do that 'thing’ with her, and I don’t care that she asked you to. You still are making a risky move.”

“I’m doing it Damian. You can’t stop me.”

“Yes I can. I can stop you. Don’t challenge me.”

“How, big man. How will you stop me?”

He looks up at me with rounded eyes and sniffles, “oh y/n can I stay over tonight? Please? I need help asking a girl out tomorrow. I don’t know what to do, and she’s dating someone else. I’m so upset about it.”

Fuck. He’s good.

I kneel down and grab his shoulders.
“Stop, please. Please don’t do this. Don’t ruin this for me.”

“You’re ruining it for me. How could you think about this? Why are you risking it all?” The angry glare returns and I press my head on to his small chest.

“I love her damn it! Damian I already know that this is risky. You don’t know what it’s like to fall in love with someone and not be able to tell them because you are scared to lose them. I have been scared this whole time and have been trying to date other women when she’s dating other guys and I am tired of it. I will not be scared tonight. I won’t be. I promise you, no matter what happens tonight, you won’t be the only one taking the blunt of it. Let me do this. It’s my last chance. Please. I love her.”

He pauses and huffs.
“Fine, but if you hurt her, I will kill you. I will kill you if you hurt her tonight, or later in your relationship.”

I jump up and lift Damian in to the air.
“Thank you Dames!”
I kiss his little cheeks and run outside to find y/n.

Dick meets me out the ballroom doors and grabs me, “where have you been? Its been 30 minutes, she’s dancing with other guys right now.”

“I’ve been talking to Damian, I literally had to get his consent for tonight.” I roll my eyes. “Can I dance with her now? Please?”

Dick swats my shoulder and meets my eyes. “Why are you asking me? Go get the girl, we are leaving after 9:30 to make it home by 10:30.”

I smile and walk off, scanning the room for y/n.
She is dancing with some guy and I gracefully tap his shoulder.
“Mind if I steal her for a sec?”

-Your POV-
Jason takes hold of my waist and my hand and dances very playfully with me.

The song is very upbeat and he takes this opportunity to swing me and dip me and I forget where I am. All I see are his beautiful eyes and his strong jawline. He is constantly picking me up and I am literally floating, it feels like magic. I have always liked him. Always. Am I ruining our relationship tonight?

“You having fun tonight princess?”

“Yea, hey why did you pull Damian away from me earlier? I noticed that you know.” I giggle as he continues to dance with me.

“Had an important conversation with him. It was urgent.”

I laugh again and rest my head on his chest.

“Jason, you were jealous.”

I can hear his heart race and then slow again.
He coughs and leans down to my ear.
“Okay, a little. I was tired too, you could have let me sleep on your lap.”

“Sure big boy, next time I feel like I want to be crushed to death I’ll remember that you are tired.”

We continue to dance until Jason says we have to leave, and he winks at me.

I really hope I don’t ruin anything tonight.

-Jason’s POV-
I am so fucking excited. In the car I keep my hands on y/n and made sure she could smell my armani cologne she likes so much. She’s leaning on my chest and my hand is on her thigh. I nuzzle into her hair and we whisper talk about all the people at the ball.

She makes me laugh talking about all the boys she didn’t enjoy dancing with. Damian is sleeping but resting his head on her lap, Dick is in control of the music and jamming out.

The night is perfect.

Sasuke and Sasukarin part 7

Was Gaiden a blessing or a curse? I don’t know. Alternatively titled : I have not seen as much mental gymnastics since Darwin’s diagram of the human fetus/stop giving people awards for doing the bare minimum. 

You : he left for 12 years bc he HATESHISFAMILY

Sasuke left around Narutos inauguration, on a mission only he could carry out because of his ocular powers, he did it to keep his family safe and the world safe, he was not happy away from his family and with travelling between space and thinking he is keeping them safe he does not contact them for 6 years. He recognizes his fault for making Sakura handle it, he apologizes for not realizing how much sarada needed him there, but his mission is still a top  secret, and is still important for the sake of the world. Saradas flash back does not seem like a miserable family with a negligent father, stop coming @ sasuke when sarada was not even 12 in gaiden lolol.

Followed by flash backs over progressive years of sarada asking about him and her mom explaining what she could

First time was when he left

You : sakura is an awful mother?? i know all about abuse i watch Dr Phil.

sorry I cant hear you over the deafening sound of mamakura being the best

You : THEY NEVER KISSED HAHAHAHA

First of all, every single person I’ve leant this book to or read gaiden irl interpreted that scene a fucking sane person who knows married people kissed would. She misses being intimate with her husband (sawyer7mage : she misses the r rated hentai), she is blushing and she is not about to tell a kid ‘yeah we made out like all the time’. I hope you realize, in order to create this kid, and let me take you back to 8th grade, a mans penis must be erect by blood flowing through its tissues due to sexual arousal. He puts that dick in and out, like multiple times and ejaculates in there. Really, that is how it works. You tellin’ me he did that, way more than once since the actual chance of getting pregnant on the first time is very very slim, but he was like no lip contact?????

Congratulations, mental gymnastics champion.

The face a woman who is never intimate with her husband as she talks about him :/ and shares his ultimate declaration of love :/ With their child :/

You : SAKURA COVERED TAKA

Yeah, she did, since she wanted sarada to have a picture in the house. Why don’t they have one? Idk man I am not Jesus. Also, if sarada saw taka??? Mom who are these people? Dads old #squad. Oh tell me about them?? Oh lol just from that time your dad tried destroying the village haha. Did you know he was rogue? An s rank too. Huh? Well you know, uchihas before you were massacred because of political tyranny..wait I feel like you are a little too young for this lol.

You : SARADA IS KARINS DAUGHTER

Oh god. What type of manga made for Japanese teenage kids says haha yeah he cheated BIG TIIIME yoooo. His 11 year old kid deals with it.

A message from the Uzumakis : no

After the flash back of sasuke walking her, she knows her mom is her real mom and that her dad loved her. Uchihas crying when they realize things is important.

Mom.

But she is still like but did he cheat???? But like he was so worried about mom????  And he was showing her off in front of orochimaru??? I have a memory but what if she is not my real mom????And here kishimoto destroys all of your SHE LOOKS LIKE KARIN!!111!!.  No, she looks like sasuke. When the black and white manga showing Karin first came out I literally heard my brother talk about a theory with them being siblings. They both have black hair, black narrow set eyes with no color context. sarada does not have said eyes. She is her mothers face with her dads features.

Ah ah watch closely

Karins face smiling, sarada looking distressed.

fuck dude, cool.

Stop, man, really?

You : sasuke does not care about Sakura!111!!


He burns an inanimate object for hurting his wife,his reserved traditional Japanese ass shows affection in public, nice nice. Sarada ships it.

Sarada is yet to know who her real parents are!!!111!!!: Naruto himself says bullshit

She asks for conformation, once again from dad this time. ‘do you truly believe your heart is connected to mom’s?’ ‘yes’ ‘how can you be so sure?’

You : Karin is a selfless hero lover bc she gave up on sasuke

Thank u karin for teaching me not to chase after happily married men who have kids, show 0 romantic interest in me and only see me after years to deliver their baby. Here is a reward.

Actually here is something nice : girl power yay

Her bond with sasuke, sakura and sarada is now based on mutual respect and the love they all share for sarada. Nice, I guess. Almost makes up for the rest of the mess that is your character arc.

You : HE REFUSED TO KISS SAKURA HE HATES HER

Sakura : uses a Japanese term meaning he is teasing me by making me wait. As in, no he wont make out with me in front of our kid

Sasuke : 

Happy he saw his family, teased his wife,and grips the bento (not just a lunch, it is made by a very special person-sarada) bc he loves those guys. If you are pressed about the kiss dw, the boruto novel states when he came back he made her skin glossy and shiny, meaning they were fucking a lot. Sit.

And ah, my favorite

Sasuke and his family are not happy

Tears of joy must be very sad

Come at me

You :

Me:

 I am done. Try and justify your fav, and i will just keep posting facts. 

Disobey | Natasha Romanoff Smut |

Anonymous requested: love your writings! Could you maybe write an Natasha x female reader Smut where Nat is her usual dominant self but the reader is a cocky lil shit and decides to misbehave (like she’s like lay down and the reader like hmm lol no) and Nat gets really frustrated and punishes the reader. (Like idk I just love the kinky stuff)
I got as kinky as I possibly could before I felt like I needed a bath in holy water, so I hope you enjoy it ;)

Summary: You love to be punished, and Natasha loves punishing you. A win/win for everyone involved.

Warnings: PWP (porn without plot), spanking, choking, hair-pulling, orgasm denial, swearing, bondage, sensory deprivation (blind-folding), praise kink (?), thigh riding, fingering, tribbing, oral, over-sensitivity. I think that’s the lot

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers


You just couldn’t help yourself sometimes. You loved to make Natasha so frustrated she could throttle you.

You smirked up at her as you sat on the bed, hands clasped in between your legs as you looked up at your girlfriend, who glared back down at you.

Keep reading

Seeing Double

Anon Request: Hi! I’ve been reading your fics for a while now, I totally love them!!! I have a request, if you’re willing. A jim kirk x 5 year old child! reader who’s actually his child from one of his old one night stand or something that he has to take care of. Thank you!

Daddy!Jim and Daughter!Reader (Part 2!)

Word Count: 1626

Warnings: None!!

A/N: I hope this is okay! I realize there really isn’t a lot of Jim taking care of the kid but idk I’m still happy with the way it turned out, so I hope you are too! I definitely got a little too involved in the backstory lol. I think I might do a part 2 at some point, just because I like the idea of Jim and his kid pulling pranks on people throughout the ship. We’ll see, we’ll see. 

“Sir, we have a wee situation in Engineering.”

Jim cursed under his breath. It hadn’t even been three hours yet. “Guess it’s a good thing you’re the best engineer in the fleet Mr. Scott. I trust you can handle it while I finish this briefing.”

“I think this is something you’ll want to come down and see for yourself, captain.”

Jim pushed himself up from the table, cradling the comm to his ear. He spoke in a whisper: “Look, Scotty. I told you I’m in a briefing and frankly the admiral in charge is pretty hot so I’ve got to act like a Captain, okay? Whatever it is you can handle it.”

Scotty sighed. “All right, all right. Remind me what the procedure is for stowaways again.”

Keep reading

Breaking...Epilogue PART 1!

Masterlist (If you haven’t seen any of the Repairing shorts, go here please!)

A/N: This isn’t even 1/3 of what the full epilogue is going to end up being. But I am so frustrated about not having posted in like 2 weeks so take this fro suspense I guess??? @marquiis-de-la-baguette you wanted suspense?!

Warnings: Idk maybe language probably???

Wordcount: 2248

Tags!!!:  @midnightokieriete (I know you’re studying ;-;) @renae-writes @deltablue202 @literally-melonkitty @meunicorn @favouritefighting-frenchman @demi-godamit @gum-and-chips @sweaterkitty-fluff @pinkyiger7 @littlemissshortcakes @msageofenlightenment @unprofessional-inhumanbeing @fandom-panda-221@hummusandchips @spoopy-piineapple @ashwolfcub @myself-and-the-madman @sweet-fate @superwholockbooknerd526 @frozengal2013 @itsmikayblr @sarmar29 @arya-durin-77 @phantastic-fandoms @hoshihime98 @shinigamired @martapetrovic @robotic-space @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 (lol) @asprinkleofmermaids @pinkyiger7 (I’m tagging you twice my friend!) @satellitesuga @rose-coloured-nihilism @okie-dokie-artichokeme @alyssumax @pandartist @marquiis-de-la-baguette @abi-sans05

What was once Broken

Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…

You feel tired.

Beep..Beep..Beep..Beep

Your body is sore.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your mind is weak.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

You can breathe.

 Your eyes flutter open, there’s a bright light and your eyes can’t focus on it. Philip…where is…where’s Philip? Your eyes were starting to adjust but things were still a bit hazy. You looked to your right and saw a silhouette, warm skin, dark and wavy hair. Angie…? The figure came closer to you and you were met with an emerald green. Wait…Rachel? You blinked away the metaphorical film over your eyes. There she was.

“Oh my God… Oh my God! You’re alive! Oh God…!” She was crying, tears staining a face you had almost forgotten.

“A-Anna…? Where…What’s going on?” You wheezed. She looked tired, like she had stayed up for days.

“We were jumped; don’t you remember?” Yeah, I do remember. I also faintly recall a bullet passing through my skull.  “Some asshole tried to mug us, he pulled out a gun and everything! You saved my fucking life! You gave me a chance to run and call the cops. I heard a gunshot and I thought…I thought you were dead. But when the ambulance came, you were still alive! Apparently the bullet got lodged in the chamber and exploded, you only got some of the fragments. The real problem was that after the shot didn’t work, he used the handle to hit over the head. You’ve been pretty much unconscious for eight days… But you’re awake! You are never allowed to almost die on me again, you hear me?”

“Eight days…?”

“Yeah, we were all starting to think that…that you wouldn’t make it… But on that second night, you woke up for a little bit! It meant you had a chance! I missed you so much, nerd bucket!” she cried, you felt your eyes burn a bit from tears pricking at the edges.

“I missed you too, smarty pants!”

 You had to spend a few extra days in the hospital for observation and that gave you a chance to get caught up. All of your friends and family sent their regards and you were glad to hear from them after so long, but that was the thing. Time was odd for you. The memory of waking up under the lamp post felt like it was four years ago, but the shot happening in the street and the shot from Eacker felt like they just happened. It was like both worlds existed simultaneously for you, and you simply moved yourself between them. You felt like you were forgetting something, there was a gap of time missing from between your second death and you waking up in the hospital. It was blank slate that troubled you. However, something else was bugging you even more. Philip. It was gnawing at you, you didn’t have answers, you hated not having answers. Was it really all just a dream? No, it couldn’t have been! He…he was real… You’d see the sun rise every morning and smile, forgetting that he wasn’t going to say hello to you before breakfast. When the sun would set you’d cry, because you knew that he wouldn’t read you a poem he wrote earlier that day. You were unbelievably depressed, even more than you had been in the past. You lost someone, you sacrificed yourself for them and for what? This loneliness, this feeling of something being missing?

The days felt longer and all you had to do all day was think about him. You wanted answers but had no way of getting them yet. You were lucky to have Anna around, honestly she was the only reason why you’d smile for a while there. You were the one to die, but it felt as if he had. You didn’t have any way of knowing if the world had just reset itself, and truthfully that scared you more. What if none of it happened? None of it mattered? But some things were different, something had to have changed. Your hands, they weren’t calloused from the years of work and writing with a stupid feather. There were no scars on your palms from breaking that fragile teacup. They were exactly how you remembered them to be. You looked into the mirror, Anna warned you not to freak out. All across your right temple and some of that side of your forehead were tiny red indents. According to the doctors, the broken shrapnel hit you and would definitely leave scarring. Every night you looked at the dots and remembered what Philip said to you on that night. ‘Now we match! I have spots on my face and you have some on yours!’ ‘Baby’s breath, it looks like the stars. Well, and you remind me of the stars.’ It felt almost taunting to you.

“I guess now we really do match sunshine…” You heard a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You called out, you heard her voice.

“Hey, sister! I come baring something you’re going to love!” You flinched a bit when you heard Anna call you ‘sister’, you weren’t sure why, that was one of her nicknames for you. It just had an odd sense of familiarity.

“What’s up?” You tried to sound as much like your old self as possible. You felt like you were four years older than your body.

“I got you a lil present!” She skipped over to you and handed you an envelope. “Open it! The anticipation is killing me!” She whined. You chuckled softly and carefully tore it open. Reaching your hand in, you pulled out two small pieces of paper. No…fucking…way! “Hamilton tickets! Richard Rogers Theater, on Broadway!  How much do you love me?” She raised an eyebrow. You were completely astonished.

“How did…when did… Who did you have to kill to get these?” You squealed.

“No killing involved, honey! And when it comes to getting them…let’s just say I know a guy who bought them a long time ago and doesn’t need them anymore.”

“That sounds…ominous. Your eyes are doing that scary glint thing.”

“They are not, my eyes are beautiful and the most impressive shade of hazel you will ever see!” She snapped her fingers.

“For the last time, your eyes are green, they’re only brown on the very edge and honestly it’s closer to a black color.” You two had this fight all the time, it was honestly just an inside joke between you both at this point. She rolled her eyes.

“The doctors said that you could be signed out after in a few more days! We’ll go have a girls’ day out on Wednesday and then finish it all off with the show! Doesn’t that sound awesome?” She sounded so happy and hopeful, you always appreciated her energy.

“Are you sure you can do that? I know you’ve been missing a lot of school because of me, wouldn’t that hurt your grade? How am I supposed to feel when I find out that my best friend’s political career is ruined?”

“Nerd bucket, you don’t need to worry about anything. The teachers adore me and my grades are perfect! Do not ever question my capabilities! Also, Roxanne called this morning, she can’t wait to see you, she’s making cookies for you.” She informed.

“Aw! Roxanne is such a sweetie! Seriously, how did you manage to convince that angel to date you for this long?” You joked. Roxanne was Anna’s girlfriend; they were honestly the perfect couple.

             You got to spend a few more days in the hospital, no phone or anything like that. It got boring very quickly. Luckily you had your theories, those kept your mind going. You wanted to know what happened but you were forced to wait. When you were finally cleared to leave, you had every intention of figuring out what was going on. Unfortunately, that’s not how it went down. Anna was around you the whole day, most of the time was spent at the mall trying to find something to wear. She picked out a flowy, lavender dress with small flowering on the bodice. She snagged a simple, peachy dress that looked amazing on her. You questioned whether you’d be over dressed and she told you that you can never be over dressed. It was odd, putting on a dress that didn’t involve a million years’ worth of undergarments and metal death traps. The two of you went back to the apartment and you were hit with a tsunami of nostalgia. She did your hair and makeup and once the time arrived you left.

“We should’ve left early so we could grab dinner!” You stated, she shook her head mischievously.

“We’re getting diner after the show, I’ve always got more surprises up my sleeve!” She chuckled to herself. Oh my god, and she says I’m a nerd. What a fucking dork! She linked your arms together and hailed a cab, you usually didn’t like to take them because of the traffic but it wasn’t that far since you had walked for a little bit. It wasn’t long before you were standing in front of Richard Rogers Theater and you were completely geeking out. Anna looked at her watch.

“Fuck! I was hoping to get here a bit earlier to check on something! Whatever, let’s just get inside!” She led you by the arm into the theater. Oh my fucking God!! There are the lights! There’s the stage! LOOK AT THAT SET!! You both took your seats, which were surprisingly good, and waited anxiously.

“This is literally the second coolest thing to ever happen to me!” You said giddily.

“Well, get ready sweetheart! It’s about to be number one!” The lights went down and the whole audience was submerged in darkness for a moment. I still remember the words…this is so weird. The show began, the familiar melody of the opening song filled the room. A man with dark skin appeared on the stage.

Burr: “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a

Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten

Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in squalor

Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?”

Wow…he looks just like…Wait! More people were flooding onto the stage from different points.

Laurens: “The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter

By being a self-starter

By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.”

Philip? This time, you did feel your thought fall from your lips. That looks…

Jefferson: “And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted

Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter.”

I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU JEFFERSON, I’M HAVING A CRISIS RIGHT NOW!

Madison: “Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned

Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain

Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain

And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain.”

I haven’t seen you in a while…Mulligan? Madison? Shit I’m confused now. The song continued, your curiosity growing at every face that reminded you of someone else, someone you knew, someone you loved. And then you wondered more and more about that man. He looks like my sunshine… But for some reason, it didn’t feel right. You didn’t get the butterflies in your stomach when you looked at this person, it was like he had the cover of a book you adored but it ended up being a different tale entirely. You felt that the song was going to end soon.

Mulligan/Lafayette: “We fought with him.”

Philip: “Me? I lost for him.”

Angelica/Eliza/???: “Me? I loved him.”

Burr: “And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him.”

Lost? I thought that line was ‘I died for him’? Did he get it wrong? The song ended as you finished that thought. The rest of Act 1 played through and you were blown away by how incredible it was. There were so many things that reminded you of your time with them. It was bittersweet. Act 2 came in with a bang. Thomass Jeffershit! The man playing him got his looks and personality down to the T. Take a break came on and you couldn’t help but giggle at the person playing Philip. He really was my poet… When Say No to This faded in, chills ran down your spine. Nope, don’t want to think about that! Weird train of thought! WEIRD TRAIN OF THOUGHT!! Everything was going along normally until Cabinet Battle #2 ended. You were expecting to hear the words of Aaron Burr in Washington On Your Side, but another, familiar sound faded in. What is this? Doesn’t a different song break up the narrative of following along with the Washington theme?! There was some sort of hasty knocking sound, the woman playing Eliza ran in with someone draped under her arm. It was the woman who played Peggy and Maria, except her outfit was different. She had a cloth tied around her head, her dress was much flatter than the other and was white like the ensemble characters. There was a purple slip over the top of it but it had an opening on the front to show the white part. Who in the hell…?

one week [calum hood]

au: in which an idiot’s last wish is to resolve a forgotten love triangle.

a/n: should i do a part two to blonde bastard or not my inbox is dry asf.. [request for part two! idk if i want to continue this or not. ive written quite a few versions of this, and it takes a couple of chapters to unfold the calumxy/n romance. also all of my shit flops lol]

also this is dedicated to @candouredcalum ily

Once upon a time, there was an idiot.

This idiot had sparking blue eyes that captured the sky in them and a fluff of blonde hair that was lifted up in a quiff. His smile never failed to show and a thousand angels sang whenever he spoke; his name was Luke Hemmings. If you looked deeper than just looks, he was pretty much the plainest, stupidest boy you could meet.

Unfortunately, many did.

He had lists of friends in his small city, so please explain why it had to be someone named Pink Leather?

He’d always liked her personality. Luke, although, did not like how her uncombed ombré hair flowed from her neck down and her eyes were bursting out with color, but nevertheless found her extremely odd and quite rude at times. “Hey Luke,” Pink turned to him as he passed by. Edward sat on the ground as he spotted cards on the bench that were to be read.

“Pink,” he acknowledged. They weren’t exactly very close friends, they never had things to speak about.

“Wanna get your week read out?” Pink Leather asked brightly, a smile popping on her dark colored lips. Holding up a bunch of cards, she continued, “Sit down, don’t be a buzzkill.” He obliged. Everyone in the universe knew how hard she punched if she didn’t get her way.

Laying out five random cards on the park bench painted green on their backside, she turns one over. “Ah,” she brushed her hair out of her face and grinned, “The Fool! This card indicates that—”

Keep reading

The city of love

(A/N): I honestly thought this request was so cute and I hope I did it justice!

Request: [Part 1] Can you do a BuckyxReader where he devises a plan with the team to propose to reader but little does he know, reader plans on doing the same. So the team go to some type of tourist attraction and he’s busting his ass trying to marry her….. [Part 2] but no matter what he’s trying to do, reader ends up getting distracted or “busy” so then towards the end of the day, when they’re all about to go home, he’s frustrated and says, “That’s it! I’m not even gonna try anymore!” So then reader… [Part 3] “feels bad” and wants to “fix” the situation and Bucky is just pouting and being a brat. They’re still at the tourist attraction and he’s visibly drained and reader just nonchalantly hands him the box with the ring inside?It just makes reader laugh so she apologizes and then says she wants to make it up to him. Before Bucky can say anything, she explained s that she knew the plan the whole time. Then he tries to hide his smile n he just grins and rolls his eyes sort of thing? Idk lol but please and ty!

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018m @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @l8nitl0vr, @livandlilah


Originally posted by gennaz

   Paris; there was no better city for what Bucky wanted to do. The beautiful (and expensive) ring weighed heavily in his pocket, demanding to picked up and used but Bucky wasn’t ready yet. He had his whole plan to a point and he was going to let his excitement and nerves get the better of him. So for now he let the ring weigh heavy in his pocket, a promise of what was going to happen later.

    He’d wait until it got dark and the city lights went on, when they could see the Eiffel tower perfectly and then he’d drop onto one knee and propose…or at least, that’s how he wanted it to go. But every fucking time that night he wanted to try and propose (Y/N) was suddenly busy. The first time it was just after sundown and everything was so beautifully lot by the pink in the sky and Bucky had thought, well why the hell not propose now? But as soon as he tried (Y/N) suddenly claimed they had to go to the bathroom this foiling his first attempt. 

   Then the second time it was half an hour later, everything was still so pretty and Bucky wanted- needed to propose right then and there but yet again (Y/N) had better things to do, like go to some bullshit cafe and spend an hour in there talking to Wanda. 

   The third time it was more than dark, the stars above were gorgeous, the city lights were perfect, and there was the Eiffel Tower, but where was (Y/N), oh yes, out shopping with Natasha. Bucky had already tried three fucking times, three times to pull out some ring, get down on his knee, and ask the person he loved more than anything to marry him and yet every time something was always coming up.

    “Hey Barnes, were getting ready to pack up, we’ve got to hit Rome and Venice tomorrow,” Tony smiles at the defeated Supersoldier, unaware of his internal problems. 

   "Yeah,“ Bucky grumbles unhappily. "I’ll go pack up,” Bucky rakes a hand through his hair as he stands up, sighing as he goes to make his way back towards the hotel when a gentle hand gripping his own stopped him In his tracks. 

    “Hey there soldier,” (Y/N)’s tone is soft and fond, nearly making Bucky’s heart melt, and it would too if he wasn’t so peeved about today.

    “Hi,” Bucky muttered, not even glancing their direction. 

   "Hey,“ (Y/N)’s hand slips out of his, instead sliding up to rest on his shoulder softly. "Are you okay? Did something happen?”

   “No,” Bucky lied as he kept on walking, his bad mood starting to get the better of him. “I’m fine,” 

   “Buck- you don’t seem fine, are you sure everything is okay?”

    “I’m sure,” Bucky grumbles as he kicks at some rocks, watching them travel down the road before coming to a stop. (Y/N) eyes Bucky warily but they don’t push any further, at least not for the time being. Instead the two walk in silence for a while, slowly but surely making their way back to their hotel. Bucky can’t help but look around at the scenery, at all the beautiful trees and all the soft streetlights, the sounds of fountains rumbled softly in the distance. It may not have been the Eiffel tower but it was just as gorgeous if not more, even if it wasn’t as big and grand as Bucky had hoped perhaps he could propose here? Bucky’s pulled out of his thoughts when (Y/N) passes something into his grasp, something small and square shaped- 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky stops in his tracks, looking down at the small, red box (Y/N) had placed in his hand. “What is this?” 

   “Well, I kinda found out about your little proposal plan, guess we both had the same idea-” (Y/N) opens the box for Bucky revealing a simple, silver ring, one that looked like it would fit Bucky’s finger perfectly. “So I avoided you the entire day, I didn’t want you spoiling my proposal after all,” (Y/N) gave Bucky a little wink and it took all of his willpower not to smile and laugh. All of his previous frustration and anger had dissipated, leaving behind the rather warm and pleasant feeling he had now. “Whadda say Barnes? Will you marry me?” Bucky can’t help but smile now, even throwing in a little eye roll at (Y/N). 

   “I can’t believe you ruined my proposal,” Bucky mutters as he hugs (Y/N) to his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to their hair. “With that being said, I’d be honored to marry you,” (Y/N) smiles as they squirm out of Bucky’s grasp, taking the box from his hand once they wiggled out of his hug. Bucky laughs as (Y/N) slides the ring onto his finger, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles in the process. “Am I going to take your last name too?” Bucky laughs as (Y/N) takes his hand and begins to guide him back to the hotel. 

   “Bucky (Y/L/N) doesn’t sound to bad,” 

   “I think I like (Y/N) Barnes better,” Bucky whispers as he presses a kiss to their temple, allowing his lips to linger there for a bit before he pulled away. 

   “Yeah…” (Y/N) smiles softly, looking at Bucky with such a loving gaze that it nearly took Bucky’s breath away. “I like it too,” 

~Extended ending~

    Bucky played with the ring on his finger, twisting it this way and that as everyone bustled around him, some carrying around food, other trying to set up last minute decorations, and the main stars- all getting dressed at the last possible minute. 

   “Bucky, you’re tie isn’t straight,” Steve grabs the man’s tie to straighten it, sighing in annoyance. “You’re getting married in half an hour, you really should have done this when we got here,” 

   “I had other things to worry about other than my tie Rogers,” Bucky chuckles as Steve steps back, inspecting the rest of Bucky’s outfit. 

   “Like finally becoming Bucky (Y/L/N)?” 

   “I can’t believe that jerk got to propose and keep their last name,”

Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds (Part 3)

A Rowaelin/Manorian AU

It’s still 10:23 PM Tuesday, May 23, 2017 (HST), holla!!! This part’s pretty short, because I really struggled with it :( So, part 3.5 will be coming in a day or two, probably, and then I will make an immediate push for part 4 (Becca and Cas please become really annoying and fight me if I don’t) so 3.5 should be done by like Thursday night/Friday morning, and 4 will be ready by Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. Also, if anyone wants to teach me a thing or two about photo editing, I have a pinterest board of 487 pins which is part of why this chapter’s kind of a disaster sshhh that I would love to turn into edits for you guys :) I’m feeling like an instagram or snapchat vibe? Idk, hmu if you know anything on the subject. Lol it’s 4:23 EST and I’m low key deceased but like it’s fine why do I keep doing this to myself so apologies if there are any typos - I tried my best. Tagging @highlady-casandra​ because this is the reason I haven’t edited for you yet and I’m sorry, I love you!!! Also @miladyaelin​ who is asleep, lol - thanks for trying pal :) 3.5 will probably be posted at a more reasonable time so you can actually look at it first before I make a fool of myself post it … but i say that every time so who knows Also tagging @fictionalcharactersaremyreality​, @rowanismybae​, @the-north-star​, @throneofstars​, @fortunatelycleverpaper​, @snaps7​, @thegirlwith-that-smile​, the anon who sent me that ask earlier today, and so so so many more, thank you for caring about my story and wanting more of it, I love you guys! HUGE thank you to everyone for the kind words and reblogs and notes, I appreciate every single one <3  

Happy reading!


Part 1  Part 2      Part 3.5


The second Dorian saw that look in Aelin’s eyes, he knew the dance was over. He easily stepped out of the way, a small smirk on his lips as he glanced behind him, catching the slightly scared and entirely determined look in the barkeep’s eyes as Aelin stepped directly into his arms.

The barkeep almost immediately stepped back, attempting to keep Aelin at a comfortable arm’s length away. Dorian couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness, as though Aelin would actually let him keep her at a distance. In any case, he didn’t really have time to spend watching the soon-to-be happy couple. His eyes quickly scanned the pub, once again falling onto Manon. He took in the satisfied smirk on her lips as she watched Aelin dance with Rowan. If you could call it dancing, that is. Rowan was awkwardly waddling from side to side, stiff as a board, as Aelin moved around him like a force of nature – absolutely breathtaking.

Keep reading

Jared x Reader: Part I

(Part II)

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x reader

Warning(s): Implied death of Gen and sad!Jared… Like, Jared being sad would make me sad, but other than that, I think it’s good! (Like, literally. This is super chill, and there’s not even a kiss. Nooo! lol [Reader and Jared aren’t a couple yet.] But maybe I’ll write a part 2. idk) (Okay, like two/three cuss words?, but yeah.) 

Summary: It’s been exactly two years since Gen died in a car accident, which makes it’s a pretty hard day for Jared, but he still keeps going with his panels. 

Word count: 1388 (Whew! Ended up a little longer than I really expected!)

A/N: I just really want to make sure people don’t think that I don’t like Genevieve Cortese/Padalecki. I think her and Jared are a freaking adorable couple, and she’s awesome! This just popped into my head Tuesday morning, so I wanted to write it. (Not to mention all the JIBcon 8 panels I’ve been watching… lol) Hope you guys like it!
(Picture credit goes to @polystyrenejen on Twitter!)

I watched Jared answering questions up on stage from the side door. He’d been doing pretty well all of today, trying to act like he wasn’t struggling with what day it was. He was more quiet and down when he wasn’t around fans, but he smiled and laughed during photo ops and autographs and his panel with Misha had gone well. The fact that most of the fans knew what day it was, was helpful too, since they were being a little more sensitive.

This was his last thing for today, his solo panel.

I was about to head back to the green room, when I heard somebody ask, “What’s your favorite season and why?”

I stopped, knowing what the answer usually was. Season four. The season he met Genevieve in. But today was a bad day to ask that. A really bad day. I turned around to look at him.

Jared froze for a second before swallowing hard. “Um… Uh, probably season four.”

Okay, let it go. You got a partial answer.

“Why?” the fan repeated.

Oh, God, please no…

Jared bit his lip, looking up at the high ceiling for a second, and glanced back. “I, um, it’s the season where I, uh, met-” his voice broke “-Gen.”

The person asking the question looked genuinely confused, as if they weren’t sure why Jared was getting emotional. They were either new and hadn’t had the chance to find out anything about our cast yet or they really just didn’t know much about Jared in general.

I walked up to Ashlyn, the woman who made sure the cast left their panels on time and whispered to her, “Can I crash his panel for the last few minutes?” 

Keep reading

Joker x Harley Quinn  (fanfic I’ll never finish)

-Joker and Harley fight. Harley leaves. Henchmen bring her back. Henchmen leave and Joker talks to Harley.

*****FLASHBACK - to the fight that made Harley leave **** 

“You’re so weak! Why do I even keep you around? All you do is mess things up for me!”

Joker yelled, stalking towards her and backhanded her across the cheek.

Anger blinded Harley’s rational thoughts and before she knew it, her open hand had hit him across the face right back. As soon as her slap hit him, all anger disappeared. Like the sound of skin hitting skin had flipped a switch in her mind and her anger was gone, and replacing it was guilt.

“Puddin,” Her mouth dropped open in shock, “I’m so sorry.” Tears filled her eyes and regret filled her stomach.

For a second, Joker eyes seemed almost as shocked as she was and then he blinked, his eyes flashed and fury was the only emotion Harley saw. She kept apologizing as he advanced towards her, his hands grasping onto her neck and cutting off her air supply. He shook her as she cried.

“How dare you!” Joker’s voice was so guttural, so furious, “You mess up my business deal, cheat me out of millions, and then strike me like it’s my fault?”

The tears flooded down Harley’s face as he slammed her head into the wall and stars rose in her vision. Joker pushed her up against the wall, caging her with his body, his arms shook with rage around her neck. His growls were enough to make a lion tremble.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Harley kept repeating her voice horse from the lack of air. But still she repeated her apology, for her slap for her stupidity, she kept apologizing until all her air was gone and she was just mouthing the words. Still she apologized, black spots appeared in her vision and just as she was about to pass out, Joker let her go.

Gasping for air she didn’t deserve, Harley fell to the floor at his feet. The black in her vision started to clear. Now the only object obscuring her vision was her tears as she continued to cry. Out of the corner of her eye, Harley saw Joker disappear out of the bedroom door. Gunshots sounding in the hallway as his fury raged on. She heard the front door slam a few moments after that.

Harley followed the Joker’s path out of the bedroom door, she almost tripped over a body laying facedown on the floor. A dead henchmen, his blood staining the carpets. Harley bent down, pushing the dead henchmen’s body over and grabbing his large abandoned gun. She held the gun in her hands and walked towards the door. She didn’t deserve to be in this house, didn’t deserve Mr. J. He was right it was her fault, her fault, her fault. Harley reached the front door and tore it open.

“Ms. Quinn,” One of the nameless henchmen spoke, “Remember, Mr. J doesn’t like it when you leave like-“

Harley fired off the weapon behind her, not even looking to see if she hit her target. She opened the front door and ran out of it. The pouring rain cleared her thoughts, woke her up, she walked right into the street. Shooting a driver as they sped towards her and stole their car.

Then, she drove.

***END FLASHBACK***

Harley started to cry again at her memory. Now, she was now seated on the floor of a motel. She didn’t know exactly where she was, somewhere outside of Gotham she supposed. Harley also wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting in the motel room, only that the daylight outside had turned dark. She had driven with blurry vision until she happened upon this motel on the side of the road, bodies littered the floor in the lobby and hallways until Harley had found an empty room. My fault.

Every time they fought, Joker left to get the rest of his anger out by killing everyone he came in contact with. Then he would come back to their bed and hold Harley close to him all night long, in his own way of apologizing. But it wasn’t he who needed to apologize now.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Harley perked up as she heard people running, from how much sound they were making, Harley assumed it was men. And there were a lot of them. From sound alone, Harley figured there were more than ten. Maybe more than twenty. The cops?  The sound of running grew louder and louder, doors now started to slam open. They were in the hallway Harley was in. Harley check the bullets in her gun, she gripped the gun and pointed it at the door.

She heard doors being opened slowly now, she could imagine the police opening the doors as if a wild lion was behind them. Slow, careful not to disrupt the lion. What they didn’t know was this lion was already disturbed. This lion was prepared to pounce.

The feet were finally at Harley’s door, she readied her finger on the trigger of the gun and waited. Maybe this will make me feel better. The door knob turned slowly and the door opened even slower. Suddenly, Harley had a gun pointed at her too. Until the person on the others side of the door realized who they were pointing a gun at.

“Frosty?” Harley felt like smiling. He was in a tux, like always, with a bullet proof vest over it. Behind him were masked henchmen, in weird funny masked that could only be from Mr. J’s mind. Harley’s heart broke. My fault.

“Ms. Quinn, I need you to come back with us. Mr. J is expecting you.” Frost let out a sigh of relief, almost like his life was on the line. Harley’s giggle was hysterical, it probably was.

Harley walked out of the door of her motel room and towards the exit. She climbed into the front seat of a expensive black escalade. Frost and a few henchmen joined her, not looking or talking to her much. Like they were told not too. Frost was making a phone call.

“Boss?” Harley could hear Mr. J’s grumbled reply on the other side, “We got her. Driving back now. Do you want to talk to her?”  

Harley was hopeful for a moment, staring at the phone in Frost’s hand. Trying to hear what was said on the other side. Frost hung up the phone, he started the car, and turned onto the highway as if the phone call had never happened. More tears sprang to her eyes, she turned towards the window of the car so the henchmen couldn’t see.  My fault. My fault. My fault.

OR

“Ms. Quinn?” Frost asked, his eyes down, “Boss wants to talk to you.”

Harley grasped the phone like a lifeline, she wished the henchmen weren’t in the car. One glance at them and they all turned their heads, all but plugged their ears. Frost started the car and turned onto the highway.

“Puddin?” Harley asked in an innocent tone, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

“Come straight to my office when you get home.” He hung up.

The car ride was silent except for Harley’s quick crying breaths.

Harley walked toward Joker’s office with only Frost in front of her. Frost opened the door to Mr. J after knocking twice. He walked through the door and she followed him in. Mr. J was seated at his desk, his chair was turned away from the door. As they entered, he turned around. A

“Sit down.” Joker pointed at the seat across from his desk. His anger radiated off of him.

“Puddin, I missed you-“

He stopped her with a hand and pointed at the seat again. Harley sighed and walked to sit in the seat. Joker took a deep breath in and out before he started speaking, his eyes hadn’t left her face. She hadn’t even seen him blink yet.

“Would you like to explain why you didn’t come home?”

“You made an oath to me.” Joker placed his hands on either armrest of her chair, caging her in. “You belong to me.”

“If you leave again-“ Joker’s lips were an inch away from her.

Harley shook her head immediately, “I won’t.”

“If you do,” His hands clasped around the top of her arms tightly, “this will end very differently.”

****Note: J RESPONDS TO BEING HURT WITH ANGER****

“You belong to me.” Joker said clearly, deadly, “Don’t you remember your oath?”

“Yes, of course I do.” Harley’s eyes stayed locked on his, “I live for you. That’s been true since I met you, it will always be true.”

“Are you still mine?” Joker leaned towards her.

“I’ll always be yours.” Harley answered … “You know that, Mr. J.”

Joker ran a hand through his hair and walked around the desk until he was stood in front of Harley.

“Now, since daddy is so forgiving. I’m gonna let you sleep on the couch tonight and not the bench outside.” Joker said, leaning close and placing his hands on the armrests of her chair.

“No, puddin.” Harley cried, quickly cupping his face with her hands, “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. It’s so cold on the couch.”

He tried to twist out of her hands but she held on, running her thumbs over his cheeks softly.

“Get a blanket.” Joker snapped, “Harley, I don’t like to punish you but I can’t just let you walk out like that.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. J.” Harley brought her face close to his, “I won’t do it again, I promise I won’t. Please, J.” Her lips were a breath against his she moved her arms to wrap around his shoulders, holding him close to her.  

Joker wasn’t backing down, “Enough.” He tore his body out of her hands and slicked back his hair again, “If you don’t stop now, I’m going to make your punishment more severe.”

Harley stood up out of her chair and ran her hands down his chest, “How severe, daddy?” She put on her most innocent voice.

“Harley.” He grabbed her hands in a tight grip. “You’re on thin ice. Go away or you’ll be sleeping on the bench outside with one hand missing.”

Harley lowered her eyes in defeat…

She slowly wrapped her arms around his chest, resting her cheek against his heart, hugging him tightly. His arms stayed at his sides.

“I missed you so much.”

Harley sat down beside him silently, he didn’t move. His head still in his hands. Harley moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders and he pushed her away.

“Harley,” He growled, “Don’t test my patience.”

“Puddin,” She whispered, “I’m sorry. Please.” She hesitantly wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “It will never happen again, I promise.” She whispered, slowly gently pushing his head onto her shoulder… Harley stroked her fingers through his hair softly, helping him to relax against her.

… He growled into her skin, his head twitched back and forth a few times, and then finally he relaxed. He took a deep breath and let her hold him.

After a long while, … She didn’t know how long they sat like that. Her holding him and apologizing softly. Joker purring and growling against her neck… like his head and his body were at war with one another.

A long time later… Joker pushed off her shoulder and quick as lightning, had her chin in between two of his fingers.

“If you ever leave again,” Joker growled, bringing his face close so she heard every syllable of his threat, “this will end very differently.”

“I won’t.” Harley shook her head as best she could with him holding her face OR Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.

Joker took a deep breath. In, out. Then rested his forehead against hers.

OR

Joker stared at her unblinking until the answer in her eyes became clear (???).

“You belong to me.” Joker’s lips brushed her as he talked.

“Forever.” Harley promised.

Harley’s eyes stayed locked with his, the finality in her promise clear.

“I’m sorry, J.” Harley whispered in her most innocent tone, “It won’t ever happen again. I’m so sorry.”

Joker stared at her for a while longer. …

“You’re lucky I’m so forgiving.” He said finally.

Harley smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.

“I missed you so much.” She felt tears hit her eyes again.

Harley tears had finally ceased around three in the morning. She was curled up on the couch unable to sleep without Joker next to her. …

(???) Even with her eyes closed, she saw a light turn on and a door open.  … She opened her eyes and saw Joker’s silhouette in the light of the open door. He looked at her and seemed to find that her eyes were open.

He snapped his head back and forth, growled, and then rose two fingers and motioned her towards him. Harley was immediately on her feet and running towards him. She stopped in front of him. … Joker cupped a hand underneath her chin and forced her to look at him in the eyes.

“Don’t ever leave again.” Joker demanded slowly so she heard every word … and the threat behind them.

“Never again. I promise, puddin.” She promised desperate for his forgiveness.

“Harley,” He clinched and unclenched his free hand, “I will not tell you this again. This is my final warning. If you walk out-“ He cut himself off squeezing his hand under her chin, closing off her air supply.

Harley couldn’t help the desire that rose in her lower stomach.

“It won’t happen again.” Harley … declared.

Joker held her eyes for one second more and then let her go.

“Get in bed.” He said finally.

“Thank you, puddin.” Harley smiled, walking into the bedroom and climbing in. Joker shut the door, bathing them both in darkness.

They both lay still for a moment, Harley knew he was still angry at her. That he wasn’t in the mood to forgive her yet. But she was back in their bed, so that was a good sign. She tried to disguise moving closer to him as trying to find a comfortable spot, she ended up rolled up her side about an inch away from him. Not touching. Harley’s body burned, she wanted to touch him so badly.

… Harley looked up at his face in the darkness… she knew he wasn’t asleep. Usually the only way he could was when she massaged his scalp and body. …

Harley hesitantly, bravely, placed her head on his chest over his heart.

Immediately the Joker pushed her away from him.

“Don’t test me, Harley.” He said, “I’m still mad at you.”

“Yes, sir.” Harley decided to play good, wanting so badly to be back on his good(???) side. She scooted away from him.

A few more minutes passed of silence, Harley didn’t move. She tried to hold back her tears… Joker’s head was snapping back and forth. His growl like an angry lion who hadn’t been fed in days. … Suddenly, his arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him.

Hundredth change iv’e given her but iv’e never been happy with her, her palette specifically… So my indecisive ass has changed it, but this time i’m actually happy with it.

I also wanted her to look like she could be her father’s daughter without straying too far from her original pinkish tones, hence the darker shade of hair and leg markings. (I was also considering making her a unicorn since like… both her parents are unicorns and all their kids are earth ponies, but idk if that would be a too dramatic of a change, what do ya’ll think?)

I was going to do a contest but I ended up being too busy to set it up, even if it took me ages to decide on just these changes alone… But! I think with the new design, I can get back into updating the blog at least weekly. 

As for her cutiemark, i’m not sure what to do, keep the old one or give it a bit of redesign too, (maybe i’ll do a contest for that? idk) either way i’ll be updating her ref sheet soon, and I hope everyone can be cool with the changes, as she’s still the same pony.

If anyone has any suggestions to her design, this one is not yet final, so please feel free, I just wanted to post it and get it out there that i’m doing this.