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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor - Part Two

Originally posted by jeromevaleskasface

thanks so much to everyone being so nice with me! i’m glad you enjoyed daddy’s little doctor so much! here’s a part two just for you!



‘Oh my God. What the hell am I doing?’ [Y/N] kept asking herself as she ran hand by hand with Jerome.

‘This is so crazy.’

“Ha! Do you see what I see, Baby Cakes? We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde!”

[Y/N] didn’t have enough time to answer, she gasped loudly at Jerome who just shot a random guy who was about to get into his car.

Jerome laughed. “We have our own vehicle now.” He took a driver’s seat and waited for [Y/N].

She sat beside him and as his hand moved to reach her thigh she took it like she wanted to hold it.

‘Shit. Don’t you dare to blush!’

He only smirked at the situation, not letting go of her hand. Both of them didn’t say anything about it. What if he didn’t really wanted to reach her thigh?

She could feel how awkward it was, at least for her, that’s why she decided to say something.

“So.. Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re.. going to get my face back, [Y/N].” He giggled.

She liked his giggle, it was adorable.

She turned to look at him. “Why do you want your face back though? I kinda like the new look.” She said with a smirk.

He chuckled. “Oh Darling, you never fail to make me smile. I know I still look hella fine but you should’ve seen me with my face on.”

“Well, I’ve seen you.. that day when they found out you killed your mother..”

“Ah good ol’ days!” He said happily. “So tell me Gorgeous, what did you think of me?”

“Nothing!” She said a little too fast. “I mean yeah, uh, nothing.”

Normally, [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with lying but Jerome really made her nervous at the moment!

“Awww, c’mon, you gotta tell me.” He looked at her with puppy eyes, not caring about the road, wheels of the car meeting an innocent man because of it.

“Sorry! Didn’t see ya!” [Y/N] looked at the scene with wide eyes.

“Okay now, where were we? Oh right, answer my question, Toots.”

‘He really enjoys giving nicknames… Anyway, I guess I have nothing to lose.’

“Well.. I thought you were kinda.. cute?” She couldn’t help but looked down at her hands and blushed. She felt bad for feeling like this because of a sociopath. But he was really sweet to her, ya know?

She could feel like.. herself with him. Everybody always expected her to be perfect. She was so tired of this.  She was only a human being.

He smirked still gazing at the road.. “Don’t cha too sweet for me, Baby?”

“What do you mean she left with him?!”

“Look, Jim, I couldn’t stop them. I already told you, she just left.. like that. She didn’t even protest.”

Jim made a weird face at her words so she added “That’s probably because she was too scared..”

Inside she knew she was wrong. [Y/N] looked shocked, then shy but definitely not scared. Lee had no idea what to think.

“We need to find her. We need to find them.

[Y/N] sat on a table where Jerome was lying 3 hours ago, when Dwight was trying to bring him back from the dead. She was looking at Jerome’s back for 5 minutes as he moaned in pain. He was “putting” his face back on and he was almost finished. [Y/N] felt bad for him, she didn’t like him being in pain. He was handsome in her opinion when he had no face, so she was 1000%  sure he’d be still handsome with staples.

Finally he finished his work and looked at Dwight.

“So, how’s the look?”

Dwight was really nervous. He was praying Jerome’s not mad but he noticed that [Y/N] was. 

“It looks good..” He wasn’t very persuasive, was he?

“You wouldn’t.. lie to me.. Right, Dwight?”

He shook his head. “N-no. I-it looks good.” Jerome was smiling the whole time. 

He looked like an angel in [Y/N]’s eyes.

Jerome noticed a gentle smile on her face and returned it.

“Now Dwight, would you stand over there? Me and Sweet Cheeks need to talk about something.” Dwight nodded quickly and almost ran to the place Jerome pointed out.

Jerome and [Y/N] moved aside and he explained, what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for Gotham.

[Y/N] couldn’t be more excited.

“Testing, testing… Are we live? Are we on air?”

In the background you were able see Dwight, tied up to incendiary bombs.

“C’mere, Gorgeous, no need to be shy, you’re too pretty for that.”

She skipped to Jerome. “Hiya everyone!” She waved, giggled and kissed Jerome on the cheek. She was way more confident by now, thanks to her Puddin telling her not to worry.

“Some of you may know I died. Take it from me - death is dull! But coming back… that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life and I would like to share that with you.” He looked over at [Y/N] and blew her a kiss.

“Tonight, Gotham - in the darkness - there are no rules! So tonight, Gotham, do what you want, kill who you want. And when morning comes you too shall be reborn!” He took [Y/N]’s hand and fired an explosive.

“And, uh..”


“.. I don’t forgive you for my face.”

They started laughing like maniacs. ([Y/N]’s favourite kind of laugh) And left. Just like that. Again.

On daily basis, [Y/N] would feel bad. It wasn’t normal anymore, but on the other hand, she couldn’t be more happy to be with Jerome. They were in love! It felt like magic.

Like he was a Clyde to her, and she was a Bonnie to him!

You may wonder, why all of this had to happen?

I guess we will never really know. Maybe it happened because she was too tired of being a perfect child?

Too tired of having straight A’s?

Or too tired of rules?

Or maybe tired of always having to speak with respect?

She was too tired of one thing, she always had to be.

 She was tired of being Daddy’s Little Doctor.

bellerz55  asked:

Hi I don't know if you saw that picture of Cole and Kj at the construction site but I was wondering if you could write a fic where maybe Archie's dad bailed jughead out so to pay him back he is working for him and Betty went to the site to bring jughead lunch but they still haven't talked about the kiss plus maybe Betty is starting at jughead because he's not wearing his usual layers.

Ooohhh I love it.

Juggling a handful of brown paper bags, Betty nearly tripped over a fallen power tool. She only had so many hands, and the amount of hungry men working on the site required quite a heavy bit of food.

She had been on her way out of pops when Fred Andrews came barreling in, looking frazzled and all kinds of stressed, he spotted her almost instantly and she was taken back by the way he ran towards her , with the most relieved smile she had ever seen.

“Betty!” He shouted a little too close to her face

“Hi Mr.Andrews! Where’s the fire?” She giggled. He eyed her outfit looking nervous

“You’re not on your way back to work are you?” He said desperately.

Betty had gotten a summer job at the florists and her uniform consisted of tiny denim shorts, a flowy white top and an apron with “riverdale flowers” printed across the front.

“I’ve still got 30 minutes left of my lunch break, I was just gonna head back early! Is everything okay?”

He dug in his pockets quickly pulling out a hundred dollar bill and handing it to her

“The men on my construction site have been complaining for hours that I didn’t get them lunch, I can’t take it anymore, I’ve got to head back to over see the rest of the planning and I was hoping you would be able to place the order and possibly bring it to the site. Don’t forget, I changed your diapers when Your parents were away!” He looked so desperate, Betty didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Sure! It’s no problem, I have to walk past the site to get back to work anyway! What should o get?”

Fred had grabbed her up, squeezing her in only the way dads can, he was halfway out the door as he answered

“Burgers! As many burgers as you can!”

Giggling she went over to place the order, rolling her eyes at the older mans antics.

So that’s what brought her here, narrowly dodging large pieces of wood while she juggled bags full of burgers.

“Betty!” She heard the familiar voice of her next door neighbor

She turned around smiling, he looked good but for some reason the sight of a shirtless Archie didn’t have the same affect it used to. She figured that was because her brain was on another familiar boy with the softest lips she’d ever seen.

“Archie” she smiled and tried not to blush as he scanned her long legs peeking out of her shorts covered slightly by her apron.

His eyes held a bit of hunger in them and she wiggled slightly uncomfortable

“You just gonna stand there and stare pal? Why don’t you help her out, her hands are obviously full.” She whipped around to meet the eyes of her very favorite moody boy. It was a probably a mistake because as soon as she did


He was standing there, his beautiful muscular arms exposed in the simple tank top he had on, spread tight across his chest. His skin was tan and sweaty and the construction hat he had on showed off just enough of his gorgeous black waves. He was holding a shovel so naturally. those hands she had felt weaved in her hair just a few weeks ago, clutching the metal tool. she had never wished for a camera more in her life.

Little did she know Jughead was admiring betty with equal enthusiasm. It had been two weeks since their first kiss and because of their jobs they hadn’t seen each other a lot. That didn’t stop his eyes from being drawn to the plump pink lips that seemed almost too good to be real. Lowering his eyes to her long tan legs he couldn’t believe she was always hiding those in jeans, her hair was up in a loose ponytail, whispers of honey blonde falling into her eyes a pretty white flower matching her top weaved through the elastic band. She sure was a sight for sore eyes.

“Sorry my dad saddled you with lunch duty Betty.” Archie’s voice broke them out of their staring contest as he took the bags from the blondes hands. She giggled that gorgeous sound and fluttered her long eyelashes

“It’s no problem, i better get going though, I’ve only got ten minutes of my lunch left!” Archie thanked her again

“I’ll walk you, it’s my break time anyway” Jughead said throwing the shovel to the ground, giving Betty a perfect view of his flexing muscles.

He led her out of the construction site, helping her navigate the mess. As soon as they hit the street his hand went to grab hers, taking her by surprise. He didn’t say anything just kept walking. Betty decided it was gonna be up to her to break the silence.

“Hows working with mr.andrews?”

Jughead actually smiled

“It’s not so bad, i kinda like the work. It keeps me busy and it’s been helping me stay in shape, ya know eventually those burgers are gonna catch up to me.” He winked, squeezing her fingers

She smiled dreamily “it looks good on you”

He looked down at her “oh yeah?”

“Most definitely. I like a hardworking man.” She teased softly, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Well then ms.cooper, then I am the man for you.”

She laughed, the conversation falling silent again.

Suddenly Jughead was clearing his throat, breaking into the quiet.

“So am I?”

She looked up at him confused

“Are you what?”

He took a deep breathe, stepping in front of her and halting their steps

“Am I the man for you?” He practically whispered, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck nervously.

Betty smiled so softly he didn’t know what to think, then her hands were around his neck and her mouth was on his, taking in that amazingly familiar feeling of her lips on his he sighed into the kiss, he would never get tired of this.

She pulled away slightly

“Oh yeah Juggie, you are definitely the man for me.”

He laughed pulling her back into himself, dropping his lips to hers with an audible

“Thank God.”

Alright. So, You know how in Episode 2, Lance goes like “I don’t need pants. I’m a mermaid.”?

Imagine an “The Little Mermaid” AU with Lance as a merman. It would be called The Little Merlance and I think this work best with Lancelot as the ship. I mean Lotor is a prince so it would fit well.

Their first meeting would be Lotor going to the mermaid planet and Lance sees him from behind, noticing his long hair and thinking that Lotor is a female Galra so he swims over like “What’s a pretty Galra like you doing on a planet full of mermaids?” and Lotor turns around and Lance goes like “Oh shit, you’re not a girl?” but then he goes like “Well, you’re still a pretty Galra” then he winks and Lotor’s so taken back at first then he winks back and goes like “You’re not so bad looking for a merman”

I so plan on making a fanfic for this AU.

anonymous asked:

Could I get a headcanon for an MC who is scared of the dark? With the RFA + Saeran (and maybe V?) please and thank you :)

Sure! Hope you like these:) 


  • You were visiting his theatre one day and just talking in his dressing room during his break
  • That’s when the power went out
  • You let out a yelp and just freeze
  • Zen knows something wrong when he can’t really hear you breathing
  • He didn’t know you were afraid of the dark, but he does now
  • He just talks you through it calmly, trying to distract you a bit
  • “Hey…even though it’s dark in here, your eyes are still shining brightly.”
  • You start cracking up 
  • He pouts, “Was it that bad?” 
  • “Kinda,” you laugh.
  • “Well, I can think of something else to distract you.”
  • You expect a kiss on the lips…but he just starts blowing raspberries on your neck and face
  • You’re laughing so hard, you almost forget your fear completely until the light comes on


  • You were on your weekly shopping trip at the G-mart with Yoosung
  • You were in the same aisle, but you wandered a little away to look at something
  • That moment just so happened to be when the lights turned off
  • You freak out and run to the closest person you can see in the dim light
  • “Yoosung!”
  • “Oh, honey, no,” came an old lady’s voice
  • You were embarrassed but too scared to do anything else
  • He calls you from closeby and grabs your waist
  • He knows you’re scared of the dark so he just pulls your face into his chest
  • “Just close your eyes and pretend we’re taking a nap or something.”
  • He figures he could kiss you to comfort you, since no one can see you in the dark
  • But just as his lips are about to touch yours, the lights come back on
  • That old lady from before is just cooing at you
  • You both feel so awkward that you forget about the whole incident and try to leave the store as quickly as possible


  • It was a slow evening at the cafe thanks to the rain storm, so Jaehee decided to fix the stove
  • She asked you to fetch something from the storage room
  • While you were looking for it, the power shut off
  • Jaehee comes looking for you when she doesn’t hear anything
  • Her hands brushes against the top of your head, and she realizes you’re curled up in the corner shaking a little
  • She sits beside you and pulls out the matches she has in her pocket from fixing the stove
  • She lights one and holds it out to provide you with some light
  • “But…Jaehee, this is a fire hazard!”
  • “I’m always willing to break one or two rules for you,” she replies cheerily.
  • Thankfully, the lights came on soon after
  • Good thing, because you were really worried about this whole rule breaking thing yikes Jaehee


  • You two were out at a restaurant for a date
  • It was going well until the lights on the whole street including the current building shut off
  • You were already holding Jumin’s hand across the table
  • But he could tell you were terrified when he could start to feel his circulation leaving
  • He very calmly gets up from the table and gets you out of your seat
  • You follow him as he leads you outside
  • While the street lights are out, the light of the moon is still shining bright which calms you a little
  • “See? There’s no need to be afraid, dear. It can never truly be dark. Just find your way outside and breath.”
  • You forget about your panic as you two just start talking
  • The streetlights come on one by one and he finally coaxes you back inside
  • Although you catch him chuckling and ask him why
  • “I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re afraid of the dark? It’s cute.”


  • You were at his apartment just to hang out when the power outage happened
  • Of course, he had no windows either, so it was pitch black
  • He was going to go find the backup power generator
  • But when he felt you shaking, he decided it might not be best to leave you alone
  • When none of his jokes seem to work, he pulls out the emergency pick up line
  • “You know, MC, it’s a proven psychological fact that two people can find each other’s lips in the dark. Wanna test it?”
  • “Really–ah, Seven, that’s my nose.”
  • It takes a few tries so much for science, but finally he manages to kiss you
  • At the exact moment, the lights switch on
  • He just gives you a goofy grin, “Oh, I guess we have a spark.”
  • Saeran walked in abruptly, “No, you have a brother who fixes things.”
  • “Saeran, you were home?!”
  • What did the poor boy witness that evening?


  • He was working on his computer all day long
  • And you had been trying to drag him away all day, but he kept saying “five more minutes”
  • The power went out in the house out of the blue, so his computer shut off
  • With a sigh, he calls out, “Okay, I can’t work now. I guess you’re happy, huh?”
  • When you don’t respond with a witty comment, he starts getting worried
  • He uses his phone’s flashlight to find you and sees you shaking
  • He realizes you’re scared of the dark, but he’s not sure what to do
  • He awkwardly attempts to pat your shoulder
  • Gradually it turns into a hug
  • It’s actually kind of nice, so you forget about the outage
  • But as soon as the lights come back on, he literally jumps three feet away from you
  • Oh well…it was nice while it lasted


  • You’re at the next RFA party and a tree branch fell on the powerline near the building
  • As soon as the light goes out, you clutch at his arm
  • “V, I can’t see anything!”
  • “Oh no…what a nightmare,” he deadpans sorry sorry hahahahahaha
  • Jokes aside, he’d probably just be the calmest person when comforting you

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anonymous asked:

Can you show us pictures of the versions of Rick in each of your stories? What does Bad Thangs Rick look like? How about the Rick in Vantage Point? Your version of Rick in Machine Heart? I love your stories and wonder how you visualize Rick in each one. It would be great to see the same for Michonne too!

Hello, there, anon!

Thanks for the ask, and sure thing! I try to use gifs to visualize the context and set the scenes up in my stories, but you’re right that has a tendency to be inconsistent as far as the characters’ physical appearance.

So here goes (this was fun, thanks again)!

Bad Thangs Richonne

Most of the time, they will look like this…

For the beginning scene during the party, however, Rick was only kinda stubbly, so he looked more like this…

Vantage Point Richonne

For the most part, they will look like this…

But, toward the end (SPOILER ALERT) when things really start speeding up and becoming more intense, they will change their appearances. I’m kinda agonizing over this right now but oh well…


Rick will shave his head (don’t worry it will grow back!) like so…

And one of Michonne’s wigs will look like this…

Machine Heart Richonne

For the most part, they will look like this…

Except when Rick loses Michonne, he’ll look like this for a while…

Then this right after he is forced to return to the land of the living…

And when I mention how perfect Michonne’s (and also, Cyborg Michonne’s) body is, this* is what I’m talking about…

*Not that Danai’s body is not perfect, but this is the only moving visual representation I can find that has the aesthetics I’m going for with the story.

Oh yes!

And Scarlet Tide Richonne

Bonus -  this is the only Doc Holiday for me…

Hope this helps give you more of a visual picture of everything! 


Let’s eat

Summary: You have some hickeys from the morning but you have to go out eating with your boyfriend JB an the rest of the members.
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1k

This morning had been great. More than great actually. But the aftermath was a bit annoying to say the least. The purple marks all over your neck, trailing from your jaw to your collarbones were very visible. Too visible. They were deep red-purple and were scattered all over your skin.  “Shit! Babe, they don’t want to go away!” Your boyfriend walks in the door and places his chin on your shoulder with a smug grin.

 “I am sorry but also I’m really not.” You smile and push him away. He laughs after you as you walk out of the bathroom. You walk to the freezer and take out two icecubes and place them on your skin. The ice is so cold and immediately melts when it touches you. It isn’t a pleasant feeling but it had to be done. You had a pretty official dinner with his friends so you couldn’t just throw a sweater over top either. After a bit, you take the icecubes off. “And? How does it look?” Jaebum looks at you and then smirks.

“Still there. I think you might have made it worse.” “Don’t say that.” He walks over and pulls you close. “Why do you mind them so much anyway? They just show everyone that you are my girlfriend. Is that so bad?” You look up at him. “No, they show everyone that we had pretty rough sex this morning and I would rather not have all your friends know that.” He kisses your lips softly and then places a kiss on your nose.

“Well, you better hurry up then, because we only have 15 minutes left.” You look up at the clock. Oh shit! Running into the bathroom again, you take out your concealer and put on a thick layer. You could still see them, but it kinda helped hide the hickeys. You tug your dress down a bit, and look at yourself for the last time. “Okay,  let’s go.” you shout at JB, who is waiting at the door. As he grabs your hand and walks out, you sigh. Please, don’t let them see. 

The door of the restaurant opened for you and you walk in, hand in hand, and walk over to the table. It seemed you weren’t the last ones, wich was good. As your boyfriend was the leader of the group, it would be pretty inapropriate to be the last anyway. The two youngest boys, Yugyeom and BamBam were already nicely on time, sitting on their chairs impatiently waiting for the food. Also, Jinyoung and Jackson were there already. 

As you walk over to the table, JB squeezes your hand softly, making you relax just a little bit. You greet them with a bow and sit down on the chair JB had pulled out for you. They all look up at you but then look back to the menu. JB sits down next to you and rests his hand on your knee. After a second, a grin appears on Jackson’s face as he looks back at you. You sip from your glass as you read the menucard. 

“What seems tasty to you, Y/N?” Jackson’s voice breaks the silence. You look up at him, he still staring at you with a big grin. The rest of the table still reading the menucard. “I don’t really know yet.” “You know, JB doesn’t seem very hungry.” he says, making everyone now look up to turn to him. “I think he might have been eating something else earlier.” 

Your face flushes bright red at his words, and you look down at the menu, all the eyes on the table now turning to you and Jaebum. All of a sudden, BamBam gasps. “Y/N, what is that in your neck. Did you hurt yourself?” Yugyeom asks innocently, making you look up at him. “I’m fine, Yugyeom.” you say, your voice soft and hoarse. 

BamBam leans forward to take a closer look and then starts laughing. “Oh my God, JB. The poor girl.” Your face flushes even brighter red, making everyone except innocent Yugyeom laugh. Jinyoung, who is sitting to your right, throws his hand over your shoulder. “I feel bad for you.” he grins. You look down and hide your face in your menucard. JB just looks at you and smiles. He was clearly proud of his work, but you felt like dying. 

“Seems like she didn’t mind it though.” Jackson shouts out, making you look back up at him with wide eyes. Everyone is dying laughing, except for you and Yugyeom, who is still trying to figure out the source of everyone’s fun. BamBam leans over to him and whispers something is Yugyeom’s ear and the boy then starts blushing. “Doesn’t it hurt, Y/N?” he asks shyly. You shake your head, barely visible, and then look over at JB, who was enjoying your suffering. 

Now the restaurant door opens and Mark and Youngjae walk in, appologising and greeting everyone. Everyone is still laughing at you though. Mark bends down to kiss your cheek when he spots the purple marks on your skin. A huge smile appears on his face as he looks over at JB. “So, JB, how was your day?” JB looks up at him, still smiling. “It was pretty great actually.” You turn back around and stare into nothing, praying for some help.

As the waiter comes over, everyone sits back down and calms down, each ordering nicely. As soon as the waiter leaves, Jackson turns to you and grins widely. “Jaebum ordered the salmon, but only because you weren’t on the menu.” “Jackson!” you squeak, making everyone turn back at you and laugh. It was obvious you were never going to hear the end of it. JB squeezes your hand under the table, drawing a heart on the back of your hand. You know what? It was alright, because your boyfriend was right next to you.

White Scarf - Natsu Dragneel fanart. 

Yes, another Natsu painting xD I can’t help it ;-; I love the colouring in this painting, though. Especially his face.. I dunno I think I did a good job there xD which is why I got lazy towards the end; I put most of the effort there and kinda rushed the rest.. At least it was worth it I suppose… Hope you like it regardless^^

Made by jiyu-koya. Please, do not repost, do not remove source

The Moment

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Featuring: Jace

Words: 993

Warning: some nudity and I think some sweating.

Tag: none

Request: none

Notes: I know Alec is a gay character but this is an imagine so in my imagination…this time he wasn’t. I hope you like it ;)

Originally posted by ryan-potter

It had been a long day and even a longer mission. You never thought it would end at the Pandemonium, protecting yourself and the team against so many downworlders while Izzy looked for the demon and Jace had her back. You ended up with a drink in your hand and another one down your back, making you smell like a bar during the rest of the mission. All you wanted to do was going back to the Institute, take a shower and get dressed.

The moment Jace told you Izzy had took care of the demon, you nodded and hurried out of the club. You were just exhausted after spending the whole time chasing that demon all around Manhattan. It wasn’t easy walking down those streets being invisible without touching anyone, you could guarantee that. When you finally walked into the Institute, you tried to go straight to your room but Lydia spotted you and stopped you the moment you passed through the doors.

“How was it?” Lydia asked. With a sigh you looked at her.

“Good. All done. Alec will tell you later, I need a shower”, you said as fast as you could.

“What’s that smell?” She inquired scrunching her nose.

“As I said… I need a shower”, you repeated, ruder this time.

Seeing you weren’t in the mood she just let you go, not saying anything else. You didn’t use to be rude to her but you just wanted to be left alone after a long day. The second you walked into your room and closed the door, you let out a deep breath as you kicked off your boots and walked to the bathroom turning on the water immediately. While the water got warmer you took fresh towels and clothes from your closet and went back to the shower.

The hot water against your body really relaxed you and calmed your nerves, making you feel better in a moment. You even felt bad for behaving the way you did with Lydia. Probably, you would apologise next day. Once you were done, you wrapped a towel around you and walked to the room, trying to dry your hair a bit with another towel as you looked for your underwear.

Finally you found your black bra and panties so you let the towel down and put on the panties. Just when you were about to take the bra from the bed the door of your room opened all of sudden.

“Hey Bea, are you alright? Jace told-oh god sorry!” You gasped and took the towel quickly to cover yourself with it as you heard Alec’s voice coming into the room.

“Damn Alec! Haven’t you heard about knocking?” You exclaimed as you hurried towards the bathroom where your clothes were.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were…you know” you heard him mumbling as you got dressed as fast as possible.

Damn Alec. His timing was always so freaking perfect. Yes, you wanted to have a chance with him but you were never alone with him and when you did, things like those always happened! It was frustrating. When you finished getting dressed, you walked to the room when you found Alec facing the door, with his head against it. You had to admit that it made you laugh a little.

“You can look now”, you said.

He looked over his shoulder first before turning around. His cheeks were completely red due to embarrassment, making him look even more adorable.

“I’m sorry for that. I should’ve knocked”, he said while you put the dirty clothes in the basket.

“It’s ok. Next time just remember”, you smiled a little and walked to stand in front of him. “So… what did you want?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, eh…” he cleared his throat a little. “ Jace told me you basically ran away as soon as we finished and I wanted to make sure you were ok”, he said finally looking down at you. Damn, he was so tall.

The gesture made you smiled warmly. He wasn’t a caring guy, he was more reserved and opening up was hard for him so you really appreciated his concern.

“I’m ok. It was just a really long day and I got that drink poured all over my back which just put me in a bad mood”, you explained crossing your arms. “I just wanted to get out of there”, you added with a shrug.

“Oh…” he said nodding. “I understand”, he said biting his lip. “Are you feeling better now?” He asked.

With a smile you nod and it was then when silence came in between you two. Probably that was the best moment to tell him how you felt about him but you just couldn’t find the words or even your voice to speak so you cleared your throat and looked away biting your lip.

“Well um… I should go. I kinda need a shower as well”, he commented awkwardly.

“Yeah…you smell”, you teased making him smile.

He opened the door of your room and walked out, looking at you once again before closing the door. For the second time since you got there, you let out a deep breath that was cut when Alec opened the door again, popping his head in.

“I just wanted to say that…you’re beautiful”, he said. This time it was yours to blush.

“Thank you”, you chuckled biting your lip. He nodded and closed the door again, disappearing, but he opened again.

“Would you like to watch a movie? Tonight? Maybe my room?” He proposed.

You raised both eyebrows surprised. Surely you would have never expected such thing from him.

“I’ll bring popcorns”, you said.

“Nice”, he nodded and closed the door again. This time you could hear his footsteps walking down the aisle so you could finally let out the nervous laugh you were holding and covered your mouth to shut up a scream of excitement. It was your moment.

Falling In Reverse - One

Spencer x Reader

Y/N was not ready for this. At all.

Flying, she hated it. But it was a necessary evil if she wanted to visit her family. Which she did but she also didn’t. Y/N going home for her sister’s wedding. Her younger sister’s wedding. And she was going alone, armed with a barrage of replies to the ‘why are you single?’ questions she knew she’d get from her relatives. None of her answers would satisfy them though. But she’d cope. There was a free bar, that was going to get her through it.

Glancing around the plane briefly Y/N saw that it seemed full of tourists, people visiting Vegas for the first time. There was that sense of buzz and and excitement in the air. The buzz and excitement that she no longer felt. Having lived there for eighteen years it quickly wore off, as did the constant, “Oh you’re from Vegas? Can you count cards?” No, she couldn’t. But she was a pretty decent poker player so she did at least fit that one stereotype. Y/N had moved away for college when she was eighteen and now ran a small bookshop in Virginia. It wasn’t what she’d expected to be doing at 26 years old but she loved it all the same. There was just something about books, the smell of them, the feel of them in her hands knowing that the pages contained an entirely different universe sometimes, one that she could immerse herself in. Y/N had started working there at college and when the previous manager had left, Sally the elderly owner had offered her the job. As she wasn’t particularly doing very well in her chosen studies, she’d taken it.

Slipping her book between her leg and the side of the seat, Y/N clutched her bottled water and cursed herself for not buying any hard candy to suck on. She hated flying, taking off and landing was the worst, and sometimes she suffered from an intense pressure build up in her ears which gave Y/N a headache for days. At the moment though it looked like she was going to be lucky enough to have an entire row of three seats to herself, it was approaching takeoff time and so far no one else had claimed the other seats.

“Excuse me, excuse me.. ” a tall man with brown hair that looked like it hadn’t seen a hairbrush let alone touched one in years was trying to skirt around the air hostess that was helping the family in the row behind. Managing to slip by, he took out a few items and then stashed his satchel in the overhead locker before flopping down into the seat at the end of the row.

Guess you weren’t going to have the row to yourself after all, Y/N thought to herself

She tried not to look at him as he fidgeted, trying to fold his long legs into a comfortable seating position for the flight. Finally getting settled, he gave Y/N a quick look and then pulled out his book, burying his head into it.

The crew got ready for take off, neither Y/N or the man sat by her paying any attention to the safety instructions the air hostesses went through. Y/N was a seasoned flyer as much as she disliked it and she assumed he was too. As the plane sped down the run way Y/N closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her hands clutching the arm rests as the palne took off.

As the plane gained altitude Y/N started to feel that familar pressure building in her ears. She began to swallow, wishing she had some candy to suck on, it always helped in the past. Her ears popped once and then almost immediately the pressure began to rebuild.

“Do you want something to suck on?”

A voice came from her right and Y/N’s eyes flew open. It was the man sat next to her looking at her with concern. Y/N swallowed hard, her ear giving a little squeak.


“Would you like something to suck on?” he asked again, clearly not realising how his offer sounded. Y/N stifled a laugh, wincing slightly as her ear went again.

“I think they frown upon that here,” she told him seeing his brow furrow.

Y/N could almost see the penny dropping in his mind and his cheeks blushed a furious red as he fumbled in his pocket pulling out a packet of hard candy.

“Sweets, I meant sweets!”

He was cute, a little squeak to his voice.

“Are you sure? Cos it sounded like you were propositioning me…..”

He fidgeted again looking extremely uncomfortable and Y/N grinned, the interaction with this cute stranger distracting her from her own discomfort.

“Look, do you want one or not?” he thrust the packet towards her and Y/N took one, popping it into her mouth and tasting the sweet but tangy taste of lemon sherberts, her favourite.

“Thank you. I appreciate it…. And I’m sorry for making fun.”

“It’s okay. I do realise how it sounded,” he sounded more relaxed suddenly and Y/N turned to study him.

He was definitely attractive, even despite the messy hair. Strong jawline, hazel eyes and plump pink lips. He was dressed in courdroys and a pale blue button down shirt with a navy cardigan thrown over the top. One leg was tucked under the other and he had converse on his large feet. His hands rested on his lap, twiddling with the ends of his cardigan and she could see a watch worn over the sleeve of his jacket rather than under. Y/N wondered how old he was, she couldn’t quite tell.

“I wonder if that line would ever work on anyone?” she pondered out loud.

“Probably not. Now I think about it, said to the wrong person and it would probably earn someone a slap round the face.”

Y/N laughed and she could see the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

“Good job I’m not the wrong person then.” Hearing a ping she looked up and saw that the seat belt sign had flashed off. Phew, that meant the worst of it was over and Y/N just had to endure the rest of the flight praying there wasn’t any turbulence.

The man beside her unbuckled his belt immediately, readjusting his position slightly. Glancing down he saw Y/N still had hers fastened.

“Erm… You can take your belt off you know. The seat belt sign is off.”

She raised your eyebrow at him. “Wow. First you offer me something to suck on, now you’re trying to convince me to take my belt off.”

The man turned red again.“ I… I….. I…” he stuttered. Y/N burst out laughing.

“It’s not nice that you’re making fun of me you know. I’m just trying to be helpful,” he looked like a puppy that had just been kicked and she suddenly felt bad.

“Shit… I’m sorry. I just… It’s just… I didn’t mean to upset you….”

When he smirked, a glorious smile crossing his face reaching up into his eyes, she knew that he’d been messing with her. He spoke again.

“Truce? No more innuendos? At least I’ll try… ”

“Haha. Okay, truce. You don’t proposition me again and I won’t tease you about it. I do have to thank you though. You’ve distracted me so far. I hate flying and you’ve made taking off much more enjoyable than it usually is.”

“Well… I’m, erm.. I’m glad I could help. I think… ” he tucked a loose lock of hair back behind his ear and then coughed slightly before continuing, “I’m Spencer.”

Attractive name for an attractive man.

“I’m….” Y/N glanced upwards quickly. “I’m Charley.”

Spencer narrowed his eyes and then the corners of his mouth twitched upwards again.

“You’re not, but that’s okay. I’m a stranger and you don’t want to give me your actual name, I get it.. That’s very smart.”

“How… How did you know?”

“I work for the FBI. I’m a profiler so I’m trained to read body language amongst other things. You looked up before speaking, first sign someone is lying.”

FBI? Wow.

“Oh… Okay. I’m sorry, it’s just I don’t know you and the last movie I watched where someone befriended her fellow plane passenger, well. He tried to kill her.”

“Red Eye, right?”

Y/N nodded and he continued, “I’m no Jackson Rippner trust me. Those are the type of guys I catch. But like I say, I understand.”

“So Spencer, are you heading to Vegas on business then? Is there a bad guy I should be aware of?” She kinda wanted to keep talking to this guy despite not wanting to tell him her real name. Not yet anyway.

“Not business. I’m from Vegas actually, I’m visiting my mom. What about you, Charley.. ”

Y/N smiled at his use of her fake name.

“I’m from Vegas too. But I live in Virginia now. I’m going home for my sister’s wedding, something I’m not looking forward to at all.”

“Can I ask why not, or is that too personal?”

Over the next four hours Y/N and Spencer talked about her family and her upbringing. He told Y/N about his job and then about his Mom, looking suprised with himself and then revealing that he rarely talked about her. When the plane started it’s descent he distracted her again, talking about his favourite books. When Y/N eventually disembarked they walked together to the luggage terminal and Y/N and Spencer both hesitated, knowing they had to go their separate ways.

Digging in her bag, Y/N pulled out her cell phone.

“So I guess it’s my time to proposition you. Could I maybe get your number? Maybe we could hang out here, or when we get back to Virginia?”

Spencer blushed again but recited a series of digits which she saved in her phone. She quickly called him, seeing him pulling out his phone with her own number flashing up on the screen.

“There, now you have my number too,” she told him.

“So I do. But what do I save it under? Charley or…?” he asked and she smiled softly.

“Y/N. Save it under Y/N.”

tunes - jughead jones

A/N: this is unbelievably shit. Not in the way like ‘oh it’s kinda bad sorry :/’ in the ‘I’m not well and I had this idea and had to do it half asleep’ kinda way. 

Warnings: fluff, swearing 

Bath was running. Check. 

Candles were lit. Check. 

Spoon for your ice cream. Check. 

Music blaring. Check. 

     The week had been stressful and you had been looking forward to a bit of R&R and a pampering session all day. Tying your your hair in a messy bun on the top of your head, you stripped off your bathrobe, letting it pool around your feet on the floor. Testing the bath water with your foot, you inhaled the scent of your absolutely divine rose bubble bath. Settling down and closing your eyes, you let out a contented sigh. 

     After a minute of soaking, you decide it’s time to shave your legs. Your playlist was on shuffle with all your current favourite songs blasting through the speakers. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you to sing along, people in the past had mentioned you had a nice voice but did you believe them? Of course not! 

     America by First Aid Kit came on and you just couldn’t help but sing along. Just as the song reached its conclusion the door burst open. Looking across the room, you saw none other than your boyfriend, Jughead. As soon as you saw him you plunged your head under the water. You stayed under there, vaguely hearing him call your name, for as long as you could hold your breath. Slowly you came up, making sure you were totally concealed under the bubbles. 

“What are you doing here Jug!? How did you get in?” You asked, hiding your face in your hands. 

“Your mom let me in.” He said, sitting on the stool beside the bath. 

“Oh make yourself comfortable why don’t you? It’s not like I’m in the bloody bath or anything!” Your blush was becoming even more prominent with the steam from the bath. 

“Well I couldn’t miss the rest of the concert could I?” He smirked, leaning forward. With this, you plunged your head under the water again, mortified he had heard you sing. When you came up, Jughead was laughing at your antics. “How much did you hear?” You peaked through a gap in your fingers? 

“The whole thing.” Jughead dragged out the whole and winked at you. Groaning, you couldn’t believe the current situation you were in. 

“I don’t know why you’re embarrassed. You’ve an really good voice, dunno why you didn’t say you could sing before.” Jug stated, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Because I can’t!” You retaliated. 

“You can!” 

“I can’t.” 

“You can!” 

“I ca-” with Jughead realising you were so stubborn that this would go on for a while, he shut you up with a kiss. 

“You can sing. Very well. Now shut up.” 

“Thanks Jug, don’t tell anyone though yeah? Then they’ll all be asking for me to sing and that sure as hell is not happening.” 

“Oh ok, I guess I’ll just delete the video off my Snapchat story.” He grinned taking out his phone. 

“You fucking didn’t!” You freaked out, splashing him repeatedly. 

“No. No I didn’t. I knew you’d kill me if I did.” 

“Good. Would you pass me my towel?” Smiling up at him. 

“For the price of a song.” With that you threw your head back laughing, knowing he wasn’t letting this go.

andy1105  asked:

Hello! This time is for the PJO au, Has Hades sometime comfort Shiro because Zeus didn't visited him? And in that time Hades kinda of adopt Shiro??

[Voltron PJO AU] Hades materialized in front of Shiro all of a sudden, which startled the son of Zeus causing him to tumble out of the bed, hitting the floor with such grace.

“Oh gods, Lord Hades,” Shiro gasped as he collected himself to face the god of the Underworld. “Keith isn’t here at the moment, I think he’s—”

“I’m not here for Keith,” the god stopped and tilted his head, thinking out loud to himself he added, “Well, I am here on his request, however.”

“Oh,” Shiro blinked. “Um… did I do something wrong? Oh gods, are you mad that we’re together now? Are you mad that I’m a boy? That—”

Hades chuckled. “Mad? I am relieved. Do you have any idea how painful it was to watch the two of you dance around each other for years? The glances, the touches, the pining. I literally had to rant to Julius Caesar and go ‘Are you seeing this shit?’”

Shiro grinned sheepishly as he stood up and sat down on his bed. “Well, uh, yeah. My bad.” 

Hades just smiled at the boy. “May I?” he asked as he pointed at the bed.

“Oh yeah, sure!” Shiro quickly answered, moving a little to his right to give space to his boyfriend’s father. “Are you here to give me the shovel talk that I’ve been kinda dreading?”

Amused by the assumption, Hades chuckled. “Oh I don’t think I need to do that as you already know what I am capable of. However, Keith can literally just kill you if you break his heart.”

Shiro gulped, looking so pale. “Gods, you’re right.”

“But that’s not why I’m here.” Hades hummed. “My son said you’ve been feeling kinda troubled lately and he didn’t know what to do. He looked so stressed, so he told me how worried he was about you.”

Shiro just stared at the god, not knowing what he was talking about.

“I’m talking about Daddy issues, Shirogane,” Hades continued.

“Oh,” Shiro deflated, looking away as he clasped his hands together.

“You know back then I proposed to Keith I should just adopt you, but the boy was so against it.”

“He was?” Shiro frowned.

“He said, and I quote ‘You can’t adopt Shiro, Dad! What if he asks me to marry him? That’ll be so weird! I can’t marry my brother!’” Hades smirked at Shiro who turned all red. “He was only 14 that time.”

“Oh my gods,” Shiro buried his hands in his face, ears reddening. 

Hades chuckled softly. “He was quite a bit taken on you at such a young age. First time he’s seen you to be exact. And you can’t deny this to me, but I knew you felt the same way too the first time you saw him.” 

“How’d you know?”

“I’m Hades. I know these things,” Hades smiled menacingly. “But enough about my son, and let’s talk about you. I know for a fact you don’t feel the same way as the other campers regarding my frequent visits, however, you do desire one thing that all demigods do.”

Shiro sighed, pulling his legs up closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around it in comfort. “I just… what do I need to do for my Dad to notice me?”

“Oh, he notices you, boy. You have no idea how proud he is whenever I visit Mount Olympus. Always talking about how he has the best son amongst us all. Of course, I disagreed with him because I’m biased with my own son.” Hades smiled and Shiro smiled fondly too, agreeing with the god’s statement. “However, I want you to know that your father is Zeus, god of the gods. He made the rules, so he simply just cannot break them. I can get away with it because I’m Hades and all of them end up in my realm one way or another. Zeus’ position is more complicated.”

“I just, maybe, I don’t know… want to hug him, too, like how you and Keith do?” Shiro caught himself and felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry that was so ridiculous. A demigod wanting to hug Zeus. So stupid and childish.” He forced out a laugh.

“It’s not.” Hades softly said. “You’re not just any demigod. You’re his son and he’s your father. You have the right to desire his hugs. Especially since you’re his son.

Shiro looked up to Hades and suddenly his eyes started to water. Hades brought his hands up and pulled the boy closer to him. “I’m not Zeus, but for the mean time I’ll be his substitute, just so you know how it feels like to hug one of The Big Three gods.”

Shiro chuckled as he wiped his tears, Hades rubbing his back up and down in a soothing manner. 

“I’ll see what I can do about my stubborn brother,” Hades continued. “I’ll make no promises though, so don’t expect too much.” 

“Thanks, Lord Hades,” Shiro sniffed, wiping his cheeks.

“Anytime, son-in-law,” Hades smirked as Shiro’s face turned into crimson.

[Of course, Hades was true to his word.]

anonymous asked:

@dailywick hi it me... How bout 19... If if your still doing this (:

19. Home alone and scared cause the house made spooky noises

(sorry REALLY bad drawing T-T)

Little did Blooper know, the roaring and clanging was just a lonely li’l Litwick

@dailywick :P (sorryyyyyyy)

yet another mermaid. bubblegum + teal is a good combo. 

do you ever get hit by some Stuff™ so hard even your art changes

anyways heres wanderwall

anonymous asked:

hey jared do trans michael coming out to jeremy i know you want to ;)

Hoo boy are you right

Micha – no, Michael – gripped his backpack strap, and kept his eyes down low as he traveled through the hallway. Swimming through a sea of high schoolers, he glanced up every so often, looking for a familiar face.


Jeremy was standing by his locker, talking to Christine. The lanky male’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of his friend, and waved goodbye to Christine. Michael walked over.

“Hey, Micha!” Michael tried not to flinch at the old name.

“Hi, Jeremy. Can I talk to you? In the library, maybe?”


The two boys weaved their way through the crowd, and eventually came to stop at the large double doors. They went inside, calling a quick hello to the librarian (whose name nobody remembered), and got a seat in the back.

“What’s up?” Jeremy asked, setting down his backpack and grinning.

Michael took a deep, shaky breath and looked down.“I was wondering if… if you could… if you didn’t mind calling me… Michael?”

Jeremy was silent, and Michael closed his eyes. What did he expect? Acceptance? He clenched his hands, which were sweaty.

“Of course.” Michael looked up at the quiet murmer, opening his eyes. Jeremy was sitting next to him, soft smile still on his face, eyes caring. “Of course I will.”

He couldn’t help it. Michael burst into tears, causing Jeremy to jump. The slightly shorter male quickly composed himself and wrapped his arms around his friend, whispering soft nothings in his ear.

Michael sniffed and nuzzled into Jeremy’s shoulder, grinning like a fool. What did he do to deserve this?

This is really bad and I wrote it in a rush (its also kinda short sorry) oh well! Hope you liked it!

Las Vegas

Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre

She hoped the city only looked grimy and dirty from inside the car. The car sputtering down the road caused people in rags with dirt on their faces out of the way. The houses hung low and were dark, depressing colors, a vast contrast to the colors rising back in Las Vegas, which she called home.  

“Tell me why I was forced to come here again?” She muttered to herself in the back seat, digging out her compact mirror from her bag and reapplying her pink lipstick. She meant for it to me a rhetorical question, or not really a question at all, but her driver thought otherwise.

“Your father was worried about your safety Miss.”

She scoffed, taking one last look at herself and flicking it shut, stuffing it back in her purse. “This city looks anything but safe.” She noted, watching a whore pleasure a man on the side of the road accompanied by barely audible yet distinct gunshots in the distance. Finally the car halted to a stop. Her driver got out and raced to open her door, helping her out of the car.

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