look for me on tv tonight

Class on BBC America

ok so if youre following me and haven’t watched class already, i wouldn’t blame you if you just looked away from the title lmao, i am quite forceful when it comes to this

ANYWAY, as most of you probably know already, the new series of doctor who premieres on bbc america tonight at 9/8c (if you’re in the small minority who doesn’t just download it illegally when it comes out in the uk), and that’s awesome!! but before you’re tempted to switch off your tv immediately and scream on social media - there is a new show starting straight after, and you should really watch it

class is a spin-off of doctor who set at coal hill school, with a torchwood-like premise in that there is a tear in space and time which attracts a bunch of aliens. the cast is HUGELY diverse - there’s a black girl who is super intelligent and skipped two school years, but is still vulnerable and cares deeply about her family (and calls out another character on his alien racist attitudes); a sikh boy who talks about his religion, and loses a leg in the first episode and has to get used to using a prosthetic, and a gay polish character who deals with homophobia, but that isn’t his entire character. the only two white males are in a gay relationship, and there are two interracial relationships as well.
THERE’S NOT A SINGLE STRAIGHT WHITE MALE IN THE MAIN CAST!!

also it’s not written by moffat if that helps - its written by YA author patrick ness who’s written stuff like a monster calls, more than this, the rest of us just live here, etc.

HOWEVER, at the moment, due to lack of advertising from the bbc, only being shown online and being given a shitty time slot when it actually was shown on bbc one, it is very low on viewing figures, and in danger of not being renewed for a second season. at the moment, the bbc haven’t made a decision, and it entirely depends on how well it does in america - so it’s crucial that you watch it!! even if you don’t want to actually watch the show, at least leave your tv on after dw, to boost the viewing figures. posting about in online, specifically twitter and instagram since those are the only ones the bbc care about, would also help a lot, and signing the petition for season two (that i can’t link right now as im on mobile)

(the characters i didn’t mention are brilliant as well - there’s a girl who seems like a typical hufflepuff at the start but then becomes probably the second most badass character in the show, gay alien prince who’s socially awkward and adorable but also super morally grey and pretty much a slave owner, and although he doesn’t think so he gets called out on it a lot, and an alien freedom-fighter physics teacher who has hilarious lines but also a really complex personality and backstory and gets a shit ton of character development. she’s my fave. i love her a lot.)

tl;dr: class is on bbc america tonight at 10/9c (after dw), its really good, watch it or it won’t get a second season and i’ll cry

Got7 Reaction to You Understanding a Dirty Pick-up Line in Korean.

A/N: Everything in Italics are what would be said in Korean, since I don’t actually know the language (but I do know how to say “Furniture,” “Road,” and “Hi,” so I’d say I’m pretty advanced). But for most of them, it is assumed you already know Korean, so I changed it just a bit for the plot to make more sense!

JB:

Girl do you have a shovel in that back pocket? ‘Cause I’m digging that ass.” He would say from behind you as you walked slightly ahead of him. Little did he know, you knew exactly what he said, so when you clapped back with: “If I had a shovel, I’d be hitting you with it right now,” he would be a little startled and only a tad embarrassed, and he would try to play it off by avoiding direct eye contact.

Mark:

You know, Y/N… Pizza is my second favorite thing to eat in bed.” Mark said to you, thinking you wouldn’t understand so he could play it off as a prank. When your jaw dropped, he immediately knew he was in trouble. You slapped him on the shoulder playfully and replied, trying to be as intimidating as possible: “What’s your first favorite, Mark?” He knew not to answer that, though, and just gave you a giggle along with a shrug of his shoulders.

Jackson:

By this point, Jackson knew that you could speak Korean, but now he would just tell you dirty pick up lines to annoy you, if anything. You would be going over what you would be getting at the store later on that day, when Jackson interrupts you: “You know what’s on my list of things to do today?” He paused and raised his eyebrows. “You, Jagi.” You rolled your eyes and continued, like he never said anything.

Jinyoung:

While at a practice with the boys, you would normally sit in a chair towards the back of the studio so you dont interfere with anything going on. During break, the seven of them were huddled together whispering to eachother, but you didn’t think anything of it until Jinyoung came walking up to you with a smirk, trying his hardest not to laugh. “I just wanted to say that they call my dick ‘The Truth’ because most girls can’t handle it…but I bet you can.” This was obviously a prank, because he knew you could understand Korean, so quickly, you responded: “Sorry, Jinyoung, you can’t handle what you cant see!” This immediately caused fits of laughter from the rest of the boys and even Jinyoung, who wasn’t expecting such a good comeback.

Youngjae:

Normally, Youngjae wouldn’t even say things like this seriously. He would mostly tell you super cringey pick up lines to annoy you, but in all reality, you both would just laugh at it. Most of the humor would come from the fact that he rarely says these things, so when he interrupted your casual conversation to say “So, what are you doing tonight besides me?” You both would erupt into laughter and probably exchange a couple more bad pick up lines before continuing on to other topics of conversation.

BamBam:

I honestly believe Bam would be blatantly obvious in this situation. Knowing fully well that you can speak Korean, you to would be talking and when there would be a lag in the conversation, he would say: “Hey, Y/N, smile if you want to have sex with me.” You would try your best to hold back a smile, since what he said was so unexpected. He held a grin the whole time, but when you playfully stated “I never smile around you.” He made an exaggerated sad face, but then made it an effort to try and make you smile, to which he obviously won.

Yugyeom:

I’m no weatherman, but you can expect a few inches tonight.” Yugyeom would say quietly, looking at you with an exaggerated smirk after looking away from the television in a lobby you were sitting in. He knew you could understand him, and you figured he was just saying this to make you laugh, so of course you had to, but didn’t respond just in case people around you could hear you. You simply slapped his leg playfully while turning away to giggle at how unexpected his statement was.

Something Different

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 4,764

Summary: It had been weeks since you and Chanyeol had done anything together. You missed him a lot and you were growing increasingly frustrated with each passing day. One night while on your laptop you come across something that has you desiring more.

Author’s Note: This was a HUGE pain in the ass to write so I really hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if you liked it, that mean so much to meh ;-;

Originally posted by scartic

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various lyric starters
  • ❛  this is the part where the end starts.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t take it any longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I just can’t tears your tears.  ❜
  • ❛  but will we sleep once I tell you what’s hurting me ?  ❜
  • ❛  how many storms have you been in ?  ❜
  • ❛  don’t you try to resist.  ❜
  • ❛  you are more than ready for this.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll give you what you need.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not gonna chase you like they chase you ‘cause I don’t want to play.  ❜
  • ❛  it seems like I have conquered every fear I ever had.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t regret a thing and I won’t forget a thing.  ❜
  • ❛  I never thought I’d see today with you.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t picture this, I wasn’t hoping high.  ❜
  • ❛  now I’m reaching for the things I’ve left behind.  ❜
  • ❛  is it too proud to say that I like who we became ?  ❜
  • ❛  I guess growing up turned out to be okay.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s nothing less than perfect.  ❜
  • ❛  every heartache was worth it.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sitting hear wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s been a long day, and there’s still work to do.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s a ball at the castle, and I’ve been invited, and I need to practice dancing.  ❜
  • ❛  she says he’s a nice guy, and I’d be impressed.  ❜
  • ❛  she came home today with a ring on her hand.  ❜
  • ❛  and all that’s left is rage.  ❜
  • ❛  stay alive for the good times.  ❜
  • ❛  stay alive for the hopes and the fears and the dreams.  ❜
  • ❛  your fear controls everything.  ❜
  • ❛  when you get older your wild heart will live for younger days.  ❜
  • ❛  think of me if ever you’re afraid.  ❜
  • ❛  one day you’ll leave this world behind, so live a life you will remember.  ❜
  • ❛  somebody misses you when you’re away.  ❜
  • ❛  somebody loves you.  ❜
  • ❛  I think you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.  ❜
  • ❛  I leave you here, for once, for all.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s time to say goodbye again.  ❜
  • ❛  shallow graves for shallow hearts.  ❜
  • ❛  if you could envision the meaning of a tragedy, you might be surprised to find it’s you and me.  ❜
  • ❛  when it comes down to it, you never made the most of it.  ❜
  • ❛  I won’t be made a fool of.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t call this love.  ❜
  • ❛  I wrote two hundred letters I will never send.  ❜
  • ❛  why won’t you answer me ?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna get you back.  ❜
  • ❛  why do you do what you do to me ?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna love you like I’ve never been broken.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t need a reason for anything I feel.  ❜
  • ❛  just be glad I say what I mean, and mean what I say to you.  ❜
  • ❛  are you real ?  ❜
  • ❛  I just wanna be ok.  ❜
  • ❛  I just wanna feel something today.  ❜
  • ❛  open me up and you will see, I’m a gallery of broken hearts.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m beyond repair, let me be.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll take you home if you don’t leave me at the front door.  ❜
  • ❛  I saw you dancing and I couldn’t get you off my mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I could tell that you could tell that I was taking my time.  ❜
  • ❛  where’s the miniskirt made of snake skin ?  ❜
  • ❛  when did reality become TV ?  ❜
  • ❛  there’s some kind of blessing here.  ❜
  • ❛  pretty little thing.  ❜
  • ❛  this isn’t what I wanted.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t look at me that way.  ❜
  • ❛  pushing you away gets harder every day.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re such a bad, bad girl.  ❜
  • ❛  I need you, I want you.  ❜
  • ❛  give me all you’ve got tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  when your hand finds the hand it was meant to hold, don’t let go.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll never fall in love again.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been there and I’m glad I’m out.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s no one else’s eyes that can see into me.  ❜
  • ❛  you know my heart by heart.  ❜
  • ❛  what did you come for ?  ❜
  • ❛  where is your leader ?  ❜
  • ❛  where is your conscience ?  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t take this, I can’t take what’s not mine.  ❜
  • ❛  you won’t take us alive.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re just a number.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t blame you for your hesitation.  ❜
  • ❛  I surrender to losing you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been hiding in this bottle of whiskey.  ❜
  • ❛  I hear your voice in my head when there’s no one else around.  ❜
  • ❛  there is no where else for me to run to.  ❜
  • ❛  all these things we’ve done, we cannot undo.  ❜
  • ❛  I tried to replace you but it’s so hard to let you go.  ❜
  • ❛  I tried to erase you but I just can’t forget you.  ❜
  • ❛  I ain’t nothing but tired.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m just tired and bored with myself.  ❜
  • ❛  I could use just a little help.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s something happening somewhere.  ❜
  • ❛  you can’t start a fire without a spark.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on me.  ❜
  • ❛  they say you gotta stay hungry, well I’m just about starving tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m dying for some action.  ❜
  • ❛  come on baby, give me just one look.  ❜
“Mundane World” - Alec Lightwood

Originally posted by madyvh91

(not my gif)

REQUEST: Alec and (Y/N) are dating but she is human and he visits her at night to make sure she is safe and she introcuces him to human things such as Netflix and video games.

(Y/N) and Alec Lightwood made a surprisingly cute couple. Alec, who was a shadowhunter, always hated mundanes. He never considered them as inferior, but he has always found them quite helpless and confusing. He never understood them or their lifestyle or why they were so fond of such things as Twitter or TV reality shows. Obviously, mundanes didn’t have to worry about demons or th battle against evil, but Alec thought that there were more important things to do in life than sit on a couch and watch a football game.

This is why everybody was surprised to see Alec get on really well with a mundane. (Y/N) and Alec met at a bar in town one night. Alec was on a mission with his sister, Isabelle, and (Y/N) was just having a few drinks all  by herself. Alec had accidentally spilled a drink all over (Y/N)’s shirt as he pushed someone out of the way. He was such in a rush to leave the bar – which was way too crowded with mundanes to his displeasure, that he hadn’t noticed that (Y/N) was yelling at him, until she voluntarily spilled her own drink on him.
“What the hell?” Alec had shouted as he turned around to face a very angry-looking girl.
“Newt time, you’d want to be more careful and apologize!” (Y/N) has yelled back at him.
“What did I do?” Alec asked, confused but still angry.
“You’re being a jerk!” (Y/N) had said before storming out of the bar.

Then, a few days later, Alec and (Y/N) bumped into each other again, but this time, the atmosphere was a lot more at peace. (Y/N) had apologized to Alec for her behaviour in the bar.
“I was having a bad day and, well, I was a bit drunk.” (Y/N) had explained to him.
She had offered him to go get some coffee and, to his own surprise, Alec had accepted. Since then, they were always hanging out together. Alec had told her that he was a shadowhunter and, oddly, (Y/N) didn’t seem surprised.
“I had a friend once, she was a shadowhunter too. I could tell you were one by the runes on your arms.” (Y/N) had told Alec.
“People usually think they are tattoos.” Alec shrugged.
“People are usually blind. They only see what they want to see.” (Y/N) had said.

(Y/N) was sat on her bed when she heard footsteps downstairs. She grabbed the first thing she found and held it in front of her, ready to defend herself. But the person who opened her bedroom door was no murderer or kidnaper, but her boyfriend, Alec Lightwood. Alec looked at his girlfriend, who was holding a lamp in her hand.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, puzzled.
“I thought you were a intruder!” (Y/N) said, putting the lamp back down on her bedside table.
“And what were you hoping to achieve with a lamp? Blinding me?” Alec asked, slightly amused.
“Oh, shut up.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I wish you would stop using a rune to unlock the front door. Normal people knock, you know.” (Y/N) stated.
“Normal people are boring.” Alec shrugged.
Alec sat down on the bed next to (Y/N) and kissed her forehead.
“I was just checking on you. Is everything OK?” Alec asked.
“Yes. You know you don’t have to check on me every night, right? I can defend myself.” (Y/N) said, she sounded confident.
“Yeah, I saw that. That lamp looks pretty lethal.” Alec said, sarcastically.
“Shut up, will you?” (Y/N) laughed as she threw a cushion at Alec. He laughed too but then looked serious again.
“It’s just that now that Valentine is back and everything, I’m worried about you.” Alec declared, concerned.
“I’m fine, Alec. Plus, I’m not gonna wander around the streets at night. I have a date with Netflix tonight.” (Y/N) smiled.
What?” Alec said, angrily.
“What?” (Y/N) asked, confused.
“Who’s that guy?” Alec was furious.
“What guy?” (Y/N) aked, perplexed.
“That Netflix guy? The guy you said you’re going on a date with!”
(Y/N) bursted out laughing. Alec still looked furious.
“You think it’s funny?”
“No, babe, listen.” (Y/N) tried to stop laughing. “Netflix isn’t a guy. It’s a Platform to watch movies and TV series.” (Y/N) eplained.
“But you just said something about a date.” Alec said, confused.
“It’s an expression. What I meant to say was that my plans for tonight are to watch movies on Netflix, see?” (Y/N) turned the TV on and the screen read ‘NETFLIX’.
“Oh.” Alec felt a little embarrassed.
“I would never go on a date with someone else than my adorable non-mundane boyfriend.” (Y/N) declared.
(Y/N) kissed Alec’s lips and then looked at him.
“Do you have plans for tonight?”
“Not really.” Alec shrugged.
“Would you stay with me then? We can cuddle and Watch Netflix together.” (Y/N) said.
“I’d like that.” Alec smiled and laid down on the bed, holding (Y/N) tight against his chest as they watched ‘FRIENDS’ for the rest of the night.

“I like Netflix, after all.” Alec told his girlfriend, halfway through their ‘FRIENDS’ marathon.
“Welcome to the mundane world.” (Y/N) smiled.
“I mean, as long as it’s not a guy who is trying to steal my girlfriend.” Alec added.
(Y/N) laughed and kissed Alec passionately.

heathers starters!
  • “i am damaged, far too damaged.”
  • “you were meant to be mine, i am all that you need.”
  • “our love is god. let’s go get a slushie.”
  • “greetings & salutations.”
  • “you came so far why now are you pulling on my dick?”
  • “stick around here, make things better; cause you beat me fair & square.”
  • “you know what i want, babe? cool guys like you out of my life.”
  • “y’know, you fucked me up pretty bad there. you got power.”
  • “fuck me gently with a chainsaw, do i look like mother teresa to you?”
  • “they made you cry; but that will end tonight.”
  • “chaos is great! chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.”
  • “our love is god.”
  • “i wish your mom stayed around a little longer. i wish she was a little stronger.”
  • “i wish your dad was good!”
  • “i wish we met before they convinced you life is war!”
  • “i wish you’d come with me…”
  • “please.. don’t leave me alone. you were.. all that i could trust.. i can’t do this alone..”
  • “let’s make this beautiful.”
  • “let’s be normal. see bad movies, sneak a beer & watch tv.”
  • “don’t you want a life with me?”
  • “you don’t know what my world looks like.”
  • “sorry for coming through the window. dreadful etiquette, i know.”
  • “i worship you. i’d trade my life for you.”
  • “wish you’d miss me, wish you’d kiss me…”
  • “but i believe a dream that is worth having, should be a dream that never has to end.”
  • “certain girls were meant to be alone.”
  • “fine. we’re damaged, very damaged. but that does not make us wise.”
  • “we’re not special, we’re not different. we don’t choose who lives or dies.”
Flinch - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by kwanghale

Requested: Could you possible do a Stiles imagine where you two are dating and get into a bit of a fight. You then leave the house because you are both angry and need to cool off. Later you feel extremely guilty so you go over to apologise but he’s still angry and yells at you or something. He might go to run his hand through his hair or something, but you physically flinch because he was so angry. He then realises you thought he was going to hit you and is really sorry and makes it up to you with fluff!

Summary: (Y/N) and Stiles get in a fight about Stiles’ lack of presence and other things. She leaves and when she comes back to apologise she flinches at Stiles’ movement causing him to externalise everything he has been feeling for the past month.


“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten.” I giggled.

“Wow, let me down easy why don’t you.” Stiles muttered as he sits down digging into his ‘creation’. 

“Hey, babe, what’s up? You’ve been really jumpy and kinda moody recently.” I say worried.

“I’m just sick of being under appreciated. I tried to cook you a nice meal but of course its not good enough. The only person that understands me right now is Lydia.” My eyes widen and I give him a sarcastic look.

“Lydia?”

“Yeah, Lydia.”

“Well, sorry I can’t be more like Lydia my voice drips with sarcasm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Stiles glares at me.

“Oh, nothing. Just wish I could be more like you’re beloved Lydia. Maybe then you’d actually show some interest in me.”

“Interest? Are you kidding me?” Stiles sarcastically laughs.

“Yes, interest. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks! This is the first time that we’ve hung out without Scott in nearly a month.” 

“Yeah, well maybe there’s a reason for it.” Stiles scoffs and gets up to throw his food in the bin.

“What reason?” I stand up and look at him and I see him roll his eyes. “If you don’t want to be with me anymore then you could’ve just said it.” I grab my bag and storm out of Stiles’ house.


I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling feeling nothing but pure anger. I haven’t heard from Stiles in ages and the next thing you know he’s being a complete douche. I hear a beep come from my phone that stops my inner rant. I pick up my phone and roll my eyes when I see the snapchat from Scott. I delete the notification and right before I put it back down I stare at my lockscreen; a photo of Stiles and I. It was taken the night that he had won the lacrosse game for Beacon Hills. I was kissing his cheek and the smile on his face was massive. He had his arm around me and a slight pink tint on his cheeks. I sighed as the photo faded and I was left to look at my reflection. Only then did I notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sucked up my pride and chucked on my converses and started making my way to Stiles’.


I knocked on Stiles’ door but no one answered it. I dug into my pocket and unlocked it before slowly pushing it open. I heard heavy footsteps and objects being thrown around so I quickened my pace inside until I saw Stiles with his back to me. I see him lift his fist ready to pound it on the table and instinctively I grab his wrist before he can hurt himself. He quickly turns around and rips his hand from mine, hurting my wrist in the process. I clutch it in pain as he towers over me and I take a few steps back. 

“What are you doing back here?” He shouts.

“I-I thought we could talk it out. I wanted to apologise.” I say softly as he stops and lets out a deep sigh. I see him lift his arm and I flinch before noticing he went to run it through his hair. He stops moving all together as he looks at me. 

“D-Did you just flinch?” I stay still and look at the ground refusing to answer him. “No, no, no, no.” He mumbles. “(Y/N). Do you seriously think I could ever hurt you?” I saw how upset he was getting as he stuffs his head in his hands.

“No… it was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to.” I trail off. 

“(Y/N). I don’t even know what to say. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise how aggressive I was being. I just-” Stiles sits on his couch and wipes away his tears. “I know lately I’ve been pushing you away and acting like the worst boyfriend ever. I just realised that when we were fighting the alpha pack and you nearly died that I couldn’t help you. I tell myself day in, day out that I’d do anything to protect you because I love you so so much. But the truth is… I can’t. I don’t have any special powers; I’m not Scott. I’m… just me.”

“And that’s why I love you so much Stiles. You’re just you. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t. You love me for me and you put in so much effort into absolutely everything to try and make things better for those around you. Except you probably could’ve put in more effort into tonights dinner.” I giggle as I sit next to him on the couch. He laughs along but once its died down he looks at me with a serious face.

“How do I make it up to you?” 

“How about we start off with you actually feeding me a decent meal” I laugh.

“Pizza?” He asks and I nod. As he goes away to order I quickly put on the tv and put in a movie.

“Should be here in half an hour.” I hear his voice call from the kitchen as he grabs us both drinks. “Is that Star Wars I hear?” He comes running into the living room with a giant smile on his face and jumps next to me on the couch, passing me my can of coke. “God, I’m literally dating the hottest chick ever.” He mumbles to himself as he shuffles his body around so we can comfortably lay resting on top of one another. I giggle and snuggle into his deeper.

“Love you too.”

“Love you more.” He says as he presses a lingering kiss to my head.


Thanks for the request! Hope you liked it! Keep them coming people xx

DR2 Boys As Crap That’s Been Said In My Household Recently

Hajime Hinata: “I feel like a protagonist in one of those TV shows that can’t decide what it is so it pretends it’s a whole new genre and calls itself edgy, but we all know it’s just an asshole.”

Nagito Komaeda: “Look, I know I’m not the easiest person to live with. Believe me, I know. I’m annoying and obsessive and unstable and useless and terrible and I forgot where I was going with this, but I’m glad we’ve established something here.”

Kazuichi Soda: “I’m so disappointed in myself. I lost a dance-off tonight because I accidentally did the macarena. Accidentally!”

Fuyhiko Kuzuryuu: “Please don’t tell him I said that. He’ll get really offended and it’ll lose it’s effect for when I say it to his face.”

Gundham Tanaka: “I’d love to help you but I can’t. The dog has decided I’m her bed, and it’d be really rude of me to abandon her now.”

Nekomaru Nidai: “You need to get into the sun more! You’re so pale, I need sunglasses just to look at you. Ex-er-cise!”

Twogami (SHSL Imposter): “People think I’m cool for some reason. I’m not cool, I’m just a good actor.”

Teruteru Hanamura: “I’d let her kick me in the face or do literally anything to me, and I’m not even into – don’t give me that look.”

Originally posted by okimi79

Warnings: mentions of abuse and a semi fluffy Jerome ❤️

A/N: absolutely loved this request and enjoyed writing this! Sorry I’m so fucking late. So I hope you enjoy this! Oh yeah, AND PEEP MY JUSTICE LEAGUE REFERENCE ITS LIT. I SAW THE TRAILER AND WAS LIKE CAN EVERYONE FUCK ME

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You and Jerome had an interesting relationship to say the least and saying that you loved him seemed like an oversimplification. You were the prime example for innocence. Your eyes were so warm and welcoming, you couldn’t hurt a fly. Living to love was your outlook on the world even though its such a terrible world the human race lives in. A normal human would potentially look at you sideways when you tell them that you’re in a relationship with Gotham’s most terrifying criminals, but you didn’t care. He wasn’t always the psycho murder when you both met, or at least you liked to believe so.

You two met a while ago and he was different. Its not necessarily a bad thing because you love him through everything, but you could definitely say that you saw him shift into the person he is today.

You ran as far as you possibly could away from the place you called home. Your father came home the definition of drunk, he had been doing this a lot recently because he got laid off from his job and the pay was cut. So, he thought drinking would help him take his mind off of things. You father turned into a completely different man when he had a few drinks in his system. He turned into a monster and you got to see it first hand.

There was only one place where you always went to clear your mind and it was a quite and secluded spot behind the carnival. You sat in the same spot everyday with a thousand thoughts running through your mind until a kind voice startled you.

“Are you lost?” You turned around to see a very attractive ginger that looked around your age. His demeanor seemed like he was going to do no harm, it even seemed, sad.

Your thoughts were quickly stopped when you felt a cold hand run up your leg and slowly make its way to the small of your back. Your head was rested on your boyfriend’s chest listening to his heartbeat that had a steady rhythm.

“J?” You looked up at him and saw that his eyes had been closed but he was awake because you felt him tracing small patterns on your back. “Do you remember out first kiss?” You asked with a small smile on your lips. “I was so nervous and-”

“And you wouldn’t stop running that precious little mouth of yours? Yeah, I remember.” Jerome chuckled as he remembered the look on your face when he kissed you for the first time. You were nervous so you wouldn’t stop talking and he politely said shut up with a kiss. There was a small moment of silence until you broke it.

“Why do you put up with me?” You asked in a small voice. He knew what you were asking, ‘why did he care for you?’ So many thoughts ran through his mind. So many things he wanted to say but he just couldn’t find it within him to say. You’ve been with him before he lost his mind and even now with his face not being as perfect as it was before. You could say he cares about you because you care about him.

“What are you the GCPD tonight?” He said and you playfully rolled your eyes. “I uh, I guess you’re pretty okay at not ditching me, even after I die. And you look pretty hot when you wear my shirts.” He shrugged and you smiled widely then giggled. Jerome looked at you weird.

“What’s funny?”

“I love you too, Jerome.” You smiled and kissed his bare chest.

Let It Go: Arrow 5x21 Review (Honor Thy Fathers)

See… this is what happens when I don’t pull all nighters. My life interferes with my ability to write insanely long reviews. Sorry for the wait my friends. Your patience is appreciated.

There comes a moment in every person’s life when you realize your life is your own, a separate entity beyond your parent’s expectations and dreams for you. You also see your parents for what they are… imperfect people just like you. There is freedom in these realizations and it is a crucial part of adulthood. As you grow older, your life is less and less defined by being what your parents leave behind. You begin to wonder what you will leave behind. You define a legacy for yourself. You learn how to live for yourself.

That is essentially the process both Oliver and Thea are going through in “Honor Thy Fathers” but because they are superheroes everything is on a super scale. Both Oliver and Thea faced their past tonight. They saw Robert Queen for who he really was and with those lessons came a certain peace. The past is no longer weighing them down. Both Thea and Oliver are free to look to the future.

Not quite sure what to do with a television show that gives me everything I’ve been waiting for on a narrative level. So… Imma gonna drink wine and throw confetti.

Originally posted by unemployedbuthappy

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Ghost

Originally posted by spiderholland

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader(female)

Summary: Reader has been in an abusive relationship for the past two years. When Steve, Bucky, and Peter find out about it, they make it their goal to get her out of there as soon as possible. Especially Peter, because nothing bothers him more than seeing the woman he loves being taken advantage of. 

Warnings: language, mentions of abuse, injury, mentions of anxiety

*not my gif* 


YOUR POV 

The lights were off in the corridors of the Avengers building. Hopefully no one was up watching a movie in the dark. I stepped out of the elevator and into the common room of my floor. I stayed on the floor with Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Peter. Peter was originally assigned to a room on the second floor with Clint, Nat, and Wanda, but he asked Tony if he could switch because he claimed that the wifi connection was better on this floor. I think otherwise. 

I stayed quiet and tried my best to tip toe to my bedroom. That’s when I noticed the dim light of the TV flashing. I stopped in my tracks. I pulled my hood over my head so that if one of them saw me, they couldn’t see the black eye I had. 

My eyes adjusted the longer I stood there and I noticed that it was all of them sitting watching The Matrix. Why did they choose tonight to do this? I can’t let them see me like this. 

It looked like Sam and Peter had fallen asleep, and Bucky and Steve were very engrossed with the TV screen. So I just took a shot and walked straight for my room. But of course, one of the soldiers saw me. 

“(y/n), where have you been? It’s nearly one o’clock in the morning,” Steve said, announcing my presence to Bucky, and the two sleeping who were now waking up. 

“I… uhh… I was just out with some friends. We got some dinner and then I went to the gym.” I lied. 

“We have a gym here. And an entire training room,” Sam said after he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Did you forget that?” He asked it suspiciously. 

“No, but sometimes I’d prefer to work out where there isn’t anybody that I know.” I snapped quietly. “I need to go shower.” I walked away, making a bee line to my room, but someone’s hand grabbed mine. I recognized the gentle touch as Peter’s. The light switched on and he turned me around, making me face him. I kept my head down, but he put his finger under my chin and tilted my head up. He pulled my hood back and gasped softly when he saw my right eye.  

“Who the hell did this to you,” Bucky asked as he approached me. 

“No one,” I said defensively. 

“Then what happened,” Bucky demanded. 

“It was Jason again, wasn’t it,” Peter said, his brown eyes staring into mine. 

“Jason? Your boyfriend?” Steve asked. 

I looked down, afraid to answer. 

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened,” Peter mentioned. “Last month she came home with a cut on her head.” 

“Why didn’t we know about this,” Sam asked. 

“Because I begged Peter not to tell.” 

“How long has this been going on,” Steve asked. 

“A while,” I said. “I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t do this right now. I’ll talk to you guys later.” I said and bolted off to my room. 

I turned my shower on and started to sob quietly. Once the bathroom was steamy, I stepped into the hot water and let it soak my body. The heat of the water soothed my aching muscles. I actually tried to fight back today. Somehow my skill set didn’t work out for me. Hence the black eye. It doesn’t matter if I’m part of the Avengers. Jason always seems to figure out my moves. 

Once I was out and in my pajamas, I laid down on my bed, a book in my hand. I thought I’d try to do something to occupy my mind. But I felt empty inside. Like I was just a shell of myself. A ghost. Jason had taken away all substance.

 There was a light knock on my door. I didn’t respond, and just decided to let whoever it was just walk in. 

The door creaked open and shut. I turned my head to find Peter walking towards my bed with an ice pack in hand. I looked away. He sat down on the side of my bed, facing me. 

“Sit up,” he said gently. I didn’t want to argue, so I did as I was told. I crossed my legs and once I was situated, Peter placed the ice pack gently on my eye. “I really do not want this to become a habit.” 

“What?” 

“Me tending to your cuts and bruises. You need to get out there, (y/n).” 

“I can’t, Peter. I just…  I can’t okay.” I said, holding the ice pack myself now.

“Why?” I ignored his question, but he pressed on. “Why, (y/n)? Because you love him?” I shook my head. “Because you depend on him?” I shook my head again. “Because you think you don’t deserve better?” I didn’t say anything. Peter took the ice pack from me. “(y/n)…” I looked away. He was spot on. “Hey, look at me.” He tilted my head towards him again. “You deserve way more than he can ever give you. You are worth more than he can ever treat you. I know you may feel like you don’t have anyone, but you do. You have us. This entire team. You have me.” He said softly. 

I looked at Peter’s face, his brown eyes -that I adore- staring at me with concern. He was the one I loved. I knew that something would develop the moment Tony signed him on to the Avengers. When I was with him, I felt whole again. That void inside me vanished. But the reason I never broke up with Jason was because I was afraid of what he would do. Jason never liked it when he didn’t get his way. 

“I’m scared Peter,” I said, my voice cracking. 

“I know you are, sweetheart.” There it was. That nickname that only he ever called me. Jason never called me anything cute like that. “But we are going to get you out of there. I promise.” I just nodded lightly. I was exhausted and I think Peter could tell. “You tried to fight back, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Despite being on this team, I can’t seem to win,” I sighed. 

He set the ice pack down on the table next to my bed. “Scoot over,” he said. 

I did as told and he laid down next to me. He pulled my body into his and I rested my head gently on his chest, careful not to put too much pressure on my eye. 

This happened more often than I’d like to admit. I was never one to cheat, but to be honest, being with Jason has felt more like a dictatorship than a relationship. And in that moment, I couldn’t care less about the morals of being in a relationship because I needed comfort, and that is exactly what Peter was giving me. 

No other words were said. We just laid there, listening to the soft sounds of each other’s breathing. I took in a deep breath, taking in his scent in the process. Eventually, I was able to fall asleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

The next morning I was silent. I had woken up with Peter next to me. He was still asleep when I woke, but I didn’t have the heart to disturb him from his slumber so I just let him sleep as I wandered the complex aimlessly. 

I wasn’t hungry, and I knew that someone would try and make me eat. But until then, I was enjoying the solitude of the weapons room. It was nice and quiet until I heard the door open. I wasn’t going to try and hide or anything. I assumed it was Tony and he wouldn’t ask very many questions. But, apparently, I assumed wrong. Peter appeared around the corner. It looked like he let out a sigh of relief when he saw me. I rolled my eyes. I shouldn’t be complaining though. He was worried about me. That was all I ever wanted was for someone to care. 

Peter sat down next to me. 

“How did you find me,” I asked. 

“Well,” he started. I looked over at him. He had changed out of his previous clothes and was wearing a red Star Wars shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans. “When I realized that you weren’t on the floor, I thought I’d find you here.” 

“Why?” 

“You got really drunk one time and told me that you sometimes come down here to think because it was the only quiet place in the entire complex.” I stared at him, but not because of what he said. “What?” 

I giggled. “Your clothes. Red shirt, blue pants. You might as well be wearing your suit.” 

“Oh, you’re so funny,” he mocked. I smiled. He looked me in the eyes and rested his hand on mine. “There’s that smile,” he cooed and pinched my cheel gently. “Are you okay?” 

My smile dropped. “Not even in the slightest,” I said, my voice level. I looked away and stared in front of me. That nothingness inside me seemed to fill itself. But it was still there nonetheless.  I felt Peter squeeze my hand. He pulled me close to his body, hugging me. I smelled his familiar smell again. Immediately I felt comforted. 

He pulled away and said, “Let’s get back up stairs. I think Steve wants to talk to you.” 

“Fantastic,” I said and stood up. 

We made our way back to the common room, Peter holding my hand the entire way. Steve started the minute I walked in. 

He walked up to me and pulled me into a bear hug. He kissed the top of my head and said softly, “I thought you had left.” 

“I did leave,” I said, my face squished against his muscular chest. 

He pulled away. “You know what I mean.” He looked down at me. “I want you to get your things from his place today. I’ll come with you.” 

“Same here,” Bucky said. 

“I can’t do that…” I said. I felt my breath hitch. “I just can’t. What if he comes home.” 

“Then we will be with you when he does,” Steve said. 

I sighed. “Fine.” 

“Then I’m going too,” Peter said. 

“No way.” Steve said. “You have an identity to protect. We don’t. If something happens and we have to punch that prick into the ground, you cannot risk revealing yourself.” 

“I’ll stay here so Underoos doesn’t try to escape,” Same said. 

Peter sat down on the couch in defeat. I walked over to my room to grab my purse. When I walked back out, I approached Peter, bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving with Steve and Bucky. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

I was almost finished gathering my things. I had maybe three boxes full. There were some clothes, some books I had left here for when I’m alone, my iHome music player, and a bunch of other random junk that I probably didn’t really need. 

My anxiety had never really left because I was so worried about being caught by Jason. But having Steve and Bucky there made it easier. They were like my big brothers. Overprotective and caring. 

Just as I finished packing up the last box, I heard the door knob jiggle and the door open. My biggest fear was about to happen. 

“(y/n)? What are you doing? Who are these people,” Jason asked as he walked into the room. 

“She’s leaving,” Steve said. “For good. She doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you treat her.” 

“And you two are…” 

“Her brothers,” Bucky said, taking a step closer. 

“Her protectors,” Steve said, taking another step closer. 

“Pretty much anything you don’t want us to be, I can guarantee we are,” Bucky said, standing inches away from Jason. 

“(y/n), are you seriously going to let these guys control what you do?” 

That’s when I snapped. I marched over to him. “Oh, you mean like you have for the past two years? Like how you tell me where to go, what to eat, what to say, and what I can and cannot do? You mean kinda like that? You know, I am so fucking done with you, Jason. You’re nothing but a low life piece of shit. Do you not see the giant bruise on my eye? Or the scars I have from other previous ‘accidents’? You did this to me. You create this entire situation. You’ve treated me like absolute garbage. I have lost a piece of myself every moment I spent with you. And now it is going to take ages to get them all back. These two are finally getting me out of her. And no. I am not letting them control me. Because this was my choice not their’s. It may have been their idea, but it. Was. My. Choice.” 

With that, I decked Jason straight in the face. He fell to the floor, his nose bleeding. I turned back around and picked up the lightest box we had, leaving the two heavier ones for the super soldiers. I walked out of the apartment, and didn’t look back. 

I was proud of myself for finally hitting him back. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

I was finally settled back in at the complex. I didn’t have too much of my stuff at Jason’s but I had enough there that I ended up spending the night there more often than at home. 

I sat quietly on my bed. I was staring up at the ceiling, thinking. I was in love with Peter. And I’m ninety-nine percent sure he was in love with me too. But was it too soon to start something new? To be honest, my relationship with Jason ended the minute he first hit me. And that was three months into the relationship. But he manipulated me into staying. And now here we are, two years later. 

Peter knocked quietly on my door. He entered my room, shutting the door behind him quietly. I noticed he changed his shirt from the reed Star Wars one he had on earlier to a black tee with the Levi’s logo on it.  He sat down next to me on my bed. “I heard you made his nose bleed,” he said. 

“Damn right, I did. He deserved it too. That bastard. I was finally able to catch him off guard,” I muttered. 

“How’s your eye?” 

“Well, I can’t really feel it so… I don’t if that’s good or not. I’m just glad I can’t feel the pain.” 

Peter looked at me with loving eyes. “I’m really glad you got yourself out of there.” 

“I am too,” I said. Peter continued to look at me. Next thing I knew, his lips landed on mine. Slow, passionate, warm, and soft. He tastes like chocolate and peppermint. 

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that,” he said. 

“You could have done it sooner. Would have been more motivation for me to get out of there sooner.” I paused. “When I was with him, he made me feel like I was nothing. I lost a bit of myself every day until I eventually became this ghost that just hovered outside my body, watching myself do these things and be treated that way. With you, all that goes away. 

Peter smiled. “I know. And I’m here now,  you’re here now. He’s done. You’re done. Everything is going to be okay..” I smiled at him. He kissed me again, and this time I smiled into the kiss. “What,” he asked when we pulled apart. 

“You had York peppermint patties again didn’t you?” 

“Why? You like it,” he smirked. 

“I love it,” I smirked back. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Spidey,” I said and he kissed me once more. 

“Let’s get out of here. We can go see a movie, or get some lunch.” 

“Either of those work for me,” I said. 

I grabbed my bag for the second time that day and Peter and I headed out to do whatever it is an actual couple does. Looks like I’m going to have to learn a bit more about that. But that is okay. Because I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else. 


Everglow ~Jerome x Reader~

//Well here it is, how I went with what the request was. It ended up being longer than I anticipated, but I hope y’all like it.

Warnings: The beginning might be sad, but it has a fluffy+happy ending. Death, murder, mild swearing.

Need to know: This is insinuated, but not completely said in the story: Y/n was really close friends with Jerome, and a member of the Maniax. Also, it sort of starts right when Jerome is murdered?

Title: Everglow

Rating: Mid-Fluff. //

Oh they say people come, say people go
This particular diamond was extra special
And though you might be gone, and the world may not know
Still I see you, celestial


Y/n’s mouth drops open as an agony filled scream claws its way out of her throat, rising over everyone else’s. She pushes herself out from behind the curtain where Jerome had told her to stay and she crashes to the ground next to him. She places her hands on either side of his face as his eyes meet hers, a disturbing, gurgling laugh bubbling from the back of his throat. Blood pools out of his mouth, trickling down the side of his face. Jerome’s eyes glisten, wider than they had ever been. His mouth closes, and opens, his lips trying to form words that he can barely manage to make audible.

“Y…y/n.” She shakes her head quickly, tears filling her eyes. He had already wasted enough of his energy.

“Jerome, no.” When his gaze meets Theo’s, who stands above him, y/n’s heart breaks even more. In his eyes is pure pain and betrayal. His eyes become moist with unfallen tears as he coughs softly. Theo shakes his head.

I’m sorry Jerome,” he mouths.

“You…you said….” Jerome’s mouth closes as more blood falls out, and he swallows roughly, only to choke weakly on his blood. “…you said….I was going….to be a …s…t…ar…” It only takes a few seconds for his head to fall back, his mouth tilted up in a smile, his eyes open wide. His beautiful green-blue eyes glaze over as the life leaves his body, his last breath coming out in a soft, weak, wheezy laugh.

A single tear falls from y/n’s eyes as Barbara moves over quickly, pulling her up.

“You bastard!” Y/n shouts, pointing at Theo. “You sick bastard, you killed him!” Barbara drags her backwards as her gaze meets with Theo’s. “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to make you suffer, you piece of-” her shouts are silenced by the shouting of the crowd. Y/n’s gaze meets Bruce’s and she laughs. For the longest time as Barbara is pulling her out of the building, her loud, maniac laughter silences everyone. Everyone freezes as the unstable laughter echoes through the room.

Even after Barbara put’s y/n into the car that Tabitha had waiting, she still laughs. Yet her laughter is softer now, raspier. Tabitha glances in the rearview mirror to look at y/n.

“She okay?” She asks, glancing at Barbara. Barbara shakes her head.

“Theo killed Jerome…he killed him, Tabs.” Tabitha tilts her head, slamming her foot down on the gas.

Y/n’s laughter continues, but it slowly turns into sobs, which grow louder and louder. She covers her face with her hands, her whole body shaking as she cries.

“That…son of a…I’m going to kill him…he,” she hiccups, and inhales shakily. “He killed Jerome.”


Like a lion you ran, a goddess you rolled
Like an eagle you circled, in perfect purple
So how come things move on, how come cars don’t slow
When it feels like the end of my world
When I should but I can’t let you go?

Y/n shuts her eyes tightly while Barbara holds her gently, stroking her hair. She still shakes as she sobs, unable to control herself.

“He took him away,” she cries. “Theo betrayed him-he-he killed him, he killed Jerome.” Tabitha sits down next to her, not knowing what to do.

“You’re going to be okay,” she starts. “You’ll get over thi-” Before Tabitha can even finish her sentence, y/n’s head snaps over to her, her gaze meeting Tabitha’s quickly.

“How could you say that?” She shouts through her sobs. “You have no right to say that! You don’t know what it’s like! I’m not going to get over this! How am I supposed to? How am I just supposed to let him go!?” Both of them are stunned by y/n’s rage, and Barbara attempts to pull her back into a hug, glaring slightly at Tabitha. She gets off of the couch and turns to face them. “How can I just let him go!? I loved him, I loved him!” Tabitha and Barbara stare at her, their hearts breaking when they see the pain on her face.

“Did you just…” Barbara stops Tabitha before she can continue as Y/n’s expression morphs from pain to desperation and realization.

“I…I didn’t just say that!” She shouts helplessly, backing away from Barbara’s offer of a hug. “I didn’t love him-I didn’t say that…” Her voice trails off as she inhales deeply.

“Y/n, it’s okay if you-”

“I don’t! Okay? I don’t.” Y/n whispers, wrapping her arms around herself. “I didn’t and I don’t, and I won’t ever.” She covers her face and sighs, composing herself before letting her arms fall down to her side, plastering a wide smile over her pained expression.

“Y/n…” Barbara says, tilting her head in concern.

“I’m fine.” She says, turning around. “I’m just tired, I’m going to go to sleep.”

“Y/n, you can’t just ignore what you said-what happened.” Barbara says softly, causing y/n to freeze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says coldly.

“You said you loved him.” Tabitha says.

“No, I didn’t,” y/n’s words are not only trying to convince them, but herself too.

“Why are you denying it? We can talk to you y/n. We can help y-”

“Because! Because as long as I never cared about him I can’t miss him! As long as he wasn’t important to me, I won’t cry over him! I won’t feel like this anymore! I can’t feel like this! I won’t let myself, I won’t let myself be like this! So, pathetic and so weak!” Y/n shouts, her eyes filling to the brim with tears. She inhales deeply. “Now I’m going to go to sleep.” She whispers, turning around. “And in the morning, we won’t mention this.” Y/n moves into the bedroom quickly, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her.


But when I’m cold, cold
Oh when I’m cold, cold
There’s a light that you give me when I’m in shadow
There’s a feeling you give me, an Everglow
Like brothers in blood, sisters who ride
And we swore on that night we’d be friends til we die
But the changing of winds, and the way waters flow

 

She lays down on her bed, grabbing her phone and opening the photos. She scrolls up until she comes across the picture of Jerome she’d taken when he wasn’t paying attention. A cold, heavy weight settles down on her chest as she stares at the picture. It doesn’t take long for her vision to be distorted by the tears filling her eyes and she swipes them away absent mindedly, a small, sad smile appearing on her face. Her breathing slows as she stares at his face, his hair wild as he had just come back from the rooftop. It had been the day they made their mark on Gotham, the Maniax. It all seemed so unreal, so wrong that he was dead. Y/n almost couldn’t believe it. A part of her was convinced that Theo would walk through these doors anytime, Jerome in tow, no one dead. She was convinced he would hug her, tell her it was all a joke, tell her it was a trick. That it wasn’t real, that he was fine.

That he loved her.

Y/n pushes the thought out of her head as she begins to scroll through her photos.

A small pang shoots through her heart as she comes across a picture that they’d taken together, only hours before his death.


Life as short as the falling of snow
And now I’m gonna miss you I know
But when I’m cold, cold
In water rolled, salt
I know that you’re with me and the way you will show
And you’re with me wherever I go
And you give me this feeling this Everglow


(Time skip to Jerome’s resurrection)

When Barbara and Tabitha finished telling y/n about the Cult’s plan of bringing Jerome back to life, her reaction was duller than they had expected. She simply cocked an eyebrow, a weariness appearing in her eyes at the mention of his name. Barbara had hoped for the light to return to y/n’s eyes when they had told her this. She frowns at y/n.

“Aren’t you excited? Jerome’s going to be back.” Barbara says, giving y/n a huge smile. Y/n stares up at her and replies with a small shrug.

“You’d thought he would come back when Theo did. He didn’t. What makes you think it’s going to be different now? The cult is saying they’ll bring him back, but they can’t do shit. He’s not coming back, and I need to accept that.” Her voice is dull and scratchy, as if she had just recently been crying.

“Y/n, they are bringing him back. Trust me, I know it. They seemed very serious about this. Please, just trust me. Just have hope.”

 

Oh I
What I wouldn’t give for just a moment to hold
Yeah I live for this feeling this Everglow

 

“Barbara, turn on the news, hurry!” Tabitha shouts, running out from the next room. Barbara motions to the TV.

“See, that’s probably him rig-” Before she can finish her sentence, y/n turs the television on, a audible gasp escaping her lips when her gaze focuses on the screen.

Testing, testing……..am I alive? Am I on air? Can you hear me- ah, screw it let’s do it. Hi. Some of you may know, I died. Oh, take it from me. Death. Is. Dull.” Y/n jumps up, her heart racing.

“J-Jerome, it’s-”

“But coming back….that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whooole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you. Ah, hello officer, you look terrible? Hey you got, huh-ah. Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight Gotham, do what you want, kill who you wan- ah, augh. And when morning comes, you too shall be…reborn.” Jerome’s demented, hoarse laughter fills y/n’s ears as he lights a fuse, walking over to the man he has tied to a chair. “Oh, and uh….”

“Dwight,” the man supplies him with his name.

“I don’t forgive you for my face.” His laughter fills the room, still being able to be heard as he walks out of the room. A slight pain fills y/n’s heart when he’s gone, but his face is burned into her memory. Staples lined his face, as if it had been put back on, which she can only assume the man tied to the chair had something to do with.

Before Barbara, Tabitha, or Y/n can say anything, the lights turn out. Not just there’s; all the lights.

And once again, y/n is left in complete darkness.


So if you love someone, you should let them know
Oh the light that you left me will Everglow

 

It didn’t take long for them to figure out where Jerome was. It was the only place lite up; a large, twisted circus. Y/n had gone alone, and even as she entered the circus she didn’t regret it. She ran head first, passing all the maniacs, all the murders that surrounded her. Apparently, he had more of a following then they thought.

Jerome!” She shouts his name as she runs, her tears obscuring her vision. “Jerome!” Y/n’s voice cracks as she chokes, trying to hold back her sobs. She doesn’t get far before something trips her, causing her to fall face first into the dirt. She tries to get up, but someone pins her down. “Let me go! Let me go you bastard!” She shouts, struggling to move forward, only making it a few inches before she’s forced onto her back, a blade touching her neck and just barely breaking skin. A warm drop of blood trickles down her neck, and she closes her eyes, flashes of Jerome’s death playing through her mind. “Please-” Whatever y/n was going to say is cut off by her attackers screams, and a loud thud. Her eyes open instantly, and she sees Jerome pinning the man down, staring at him with wide eyes, a dagger stuck in the man’s stomach.

“Look at me,” Jerome croaks, yanking the blade out only to shove it back in. “I want to see you die,” He hisses. “I want to see your eyes, you realizing what a mistake you made.” He leans in close, his gaze slipping over to you as his smile widens cruelly. “She’s mine, and no one hurts what’s mine.” With that, the man dies. Or maybe he was already dead. Y/n wasn’t paying attention to him, her gaze was laser-focused on Jerome. He stands up, brushing himself off with one hand and then pretending to smooth his hair down as he walks over to y/n, pulling her up to her feet and placing one of his gloved hands on her face. His eyes stare into hers as a look of wonder crosses his face. “I remember you, y/n. You were the first thing I remembered…” He leans in closer, placing his other hand firmly on her back and pulling her too him. “I remember not being able to say everything I wanted- I remember not trying…I’m never going to do that again,” he murmurs, his lips now only inches from hers. “I love you y/n. I’m never going to leave you again, and you’re not going to be leaving me anytime soon…right?”

“I-I won’t. I can’t believe you’re alive, Jerome-” His permanent smile widens.

“Shh, y/n. Not now. Right now, I just… I just want to,” his voice stops abruptly as he kisses y/n roughly, his eyes closing instantly. Jerome breaks the kiss quickly though, causing y/n to sigh softly. “I just wanna be with you.” He finishes. A blissful look crosses his face as he tilts his head. “And now, after a year…after a year of nothing but darkness and loneliness, I have you back.”

Build me up, Buttercup

Characters/Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Pregnant!Reader

Word count: 2313

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics,smut, slight breath play, knotting (mild?), foul language, labor inducing sex, water braking, NO labor, Fluff.

A/N: 

This one here is my first ever a/b/o piece and I think last, and because of that I didn’t want get in the middle of the messy (but super hot) stuff. So this is about a stablished coupple who already been through all that.

This is my entry for a compìlation of 4 different challeneges first time doing that too, so I hope this makes sense.

  1. @dr-dean A/B/O Challenge, song prompt: ‘Build me up, Buttercup’ by The Foundations.
  2. @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname Orion’s 1k Celebration Challenge, movie prompt: ‘That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!’ FAQ about time travel.
  3. @babypieandwhiskey Cam’s 200 writing challenge, Prompt: ‘Can I please con to the bathroom alone.’
  4. @impalaimagining Smut-entine’s day kink challenge, prompts: Pregnancy and Breath play.

A big THANK YOU to my bitch Orion @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname and to Jen @winchesterprincessbride For being amazing and the beta work of course!

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Build me up, Buttercup


“Some girls are into science fiction!”

“That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!”

Your lips move in sync with the movie and you laugh at poor Ray; Pete will never stop being an ass. You feel the slight annoyance again and that familiar pressure on the bladder. You turn off the tv, with a puff and an eye roll you get up, gently, bit by bit and walk down the hall to the bathroom, for the fourth or fifth time tonight.

The toilet lid is cold, making you shudder. Looking down at your feet, you realize you can’t see anything past that sticking-out belly button; it looks so weird and dark, and every time you cough or laugh it goes even further out.

On the way back to the bedroom you yawn, bare feet stumping against the tiled floor, sounding heavy.  Hating the fact you walk like a doped duck, you stop to catch your breath.

With a sigh, you sit back on the edge of the bed and stare at the bright red light on the night stand, 2:44, carefully enough not to wake up the sleeping alpha on the other side, although he wouldn’t wake up because of you plopping down next to him.

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Have You Ever

This was born from this request:  How about a blurb where he says I love you for the first time during sex. And you don’t know if he really means it or it’s just sex talk. And then you have to talk about it after.

I gave it a little twist and it’s finally here! I feel like I just gave birth to this one, tbh. Thanks to my beautiful @permanentcross for putting up with me and for giving me the title. Hope you guys enjoy it! xx

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“Have you ever gone bare?”

He almost chokes on the wine he was sipping on before swallowing and coughing profusely, eyes watering with the rattling force of the cough. You’re both sitting in his living room, each on a side of the couch as both your feet are tangled as they meet in the middle – his legs are much longer than yours and his socked feet are also bigger, but he looks cozy in his sweater and you feel warm and comfortable.

The wine had probably gone to your head, you’ve never really been good with holding your liquor, but your curiosity stems from much more than the alcohol that runs through your veins – you’re not even that drunk, so you have to admit that the question comes from a place other than a drunken haze.

“Wh- where did tha’ come from?” Harry asks you, deep frown on his forehead as he rubs the back of his hand against his lips to clean the wine stains and settles his glass on his coffee table.

You shrug, cheeks flaming with embarrassment that you’ll later blame on the wine, when he brings up the topic. “Always wondered…”

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silvensei  asked:

How was week one of Being Besties with Bill Gates? There's probably some kind of confidentiality agreement, but how's it in general? Cool job? Rad place? Chill dorks? (I didn't even know Microsoft was in Boston, I assumed you were going to Silicon Valley, so also welcome to my town, Beantown, best town~)

Ah, it’s been a good first week!

There are parts of the work that seem a bit overwhelming, mostly because there’s like 3934 new things I gotta familiarize myself with. Do you have any idea how massive the source code is for Microsoft Word? Whatever you’re thinking right now, it’s larger. And the code is in C# (technically Script# I’m still learning the differences–like it’s a marriage of javascript and C#?) and I haven’t worked in either of those before. On top of that, the new pieces of code we’re trying to write are going to be in React, which uses Typescript which is a version of javascript and basically like, every single sentence I hear is at least 35% acronyms or buzzwords so I’m trying to get familiar.

Fun stuff though! There’s no set work hours. People come in when they want and leave when they want. Of course they gotta do it responsibly. If someone leaves early they’re probably gonna do some work from home, and like if there’s a meeting they gotta be around for it. But like literally no one is on your ass about where you are. In general I aim to be around for like 10am-5pm but I’m free to mess with that. Tuesday I did 10am-7:15pm. Yesterday I did 9:15am-4pm. Wednesday I was putting on makeup in the morning and my aunt got me this lipstick I was trying out and I very stupidly forgot lipstick takes like a fucking makeup removal army to get off so I spent like 15 panicked minutes in the morning getting it off and so I got in at like 10:10am but I wasnt “late” because like I technically dont need to be in at 10. I like that.

Other fun stuff is they got free beverages in the fridge–sodas and water and stuff. I’ve got like four bottles of “Hint Of” water on my desk. And a snack cart came around on Thursday with like chips and nuts and sodas and beer. Straight up beer. I took a soda but like. I coulda grabbed a beer off the cart and they’d have been like “alright cool”. And yesterday they brought in like 3985 donuts because it was Donut Day?? Legit it was on my calendar as a meeting “Donut Day, floor 15 cafeteria”. Everyone just kept going back to the kitchen throughout the day to get more donuts.

Also we’re like 15 feet away from the MIT campus (I swear about 40% of my coworkers are MIT graduates) so there’s a ton of college campus-y shit around. Including this food place called Clover which is all vegetarian sandwiches and im????? ready to die????? and haunt that place as a ghost for the rest of eternity in case i never get to try everything on the menu.

So I work in Cambridge but my apartment is in Boston. Downside–it’s about like a 30 minute commute. Upside, I get to cross this dang bridge.

This is my view walking home. It’s good????

Also we had an “intern event” on Wednesday where they took us interns to dinner and then to an improv comedy show. And I love nerdy ass comp sci majors because everyone was awkward when we first met up, like in a relaxing way like “hey we’re standing in a circle and personally I don’t know what to say but hey neither does anyone else! cool! im not the socially inept one!!” And the improv show was hilarious and we got ice cream after at this place with wild-ass flavors like I got “goat cheese honey almond” as a flavor, what the hell.

Let’s see also my apartment is nice! It’s fully furnished with like a couch and dishes and cookware and I got TWO tvs I hardly need one tv??? I watched the SU special on A Real TV so that was something. And there’s this tiny ass gym with two treadmills on floor 2 but frankly thats entirely good enough for me i can watch all the damn anime i want there and nothing can stop me.

Okay this is lengthy, but also I’ve got two college friends who live near Boston who are visiting today in like half an hour. We’re gonna do nerd stuff then later tonight I’m gonna get caught up on BNHA and it’ll be A+++

TL:DR - the work looks p intimidating but also literally everything else is swanky as fuck