no escape from insanity

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.6

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, cum play, oral, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7



“Ughh” Jin grunts, as he dumps the heavy bagged object on the ground. He turned around, when he heard another thud, from where his youngest brother dropped another bag.

“Does it not bother you?” the 16yr old Jungkook, choked out. His doe eyes were shot wide open, as he stared with immense guilt at the large objects on the ground. He was clenching his fists, afraid that he may break if he looked at his eldest brother.

Jin, honestly didn’t know how to deal with Jungkook. It was always normal to feel bad after completing their father’s tasks, but eventually you’d have to get used to it. But for some reason, Jungkook was never able to become immune to his emotions.

He let out a frustrated sigh, as he looks at his little brother, “Of course it does. You just have to get used to it.”

“Used to this? H-how can anyone live like this?” the boy shakes, trying to control his anger.

“Jungkook, it’s out of our hands. We must always follow father’s orders.”

“How could you even refer to him as a father?! You know what kind of man he is! You know what he did to all of our mothers…” he sobs.

Jin was losing his composure as the boy continued. He knew their father was a vile human being, who was most likely the human form of the devil himself, but he just had to accept it. Every one of his six brothers came to terms with that, except Jungkook. He was different from the rest.

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Juno Aspects
  • Juno in aspect to any planet can mean you will tend to attract a partner who has traits of the sign that planet rules. For instance, Juno aspecting Mars could attract you to an Aries type.
  • Juno Aspects the Sun: There will be a tendency to attract showy, dramatic, Leo types of partners. Conversely, this person could themselves become more showy and dramatic after marriage. The harmonious aspects (conjunction, sextile, and trine) can act in a similar fashion to Venus. They increase the charm and social graces to a degree. But Juno goes further. It can give one an air of innocence. We like people with Venus in conjunction the Sun because they are charming. Those with Juno in harmonious aspect to the Sun are liked because they are "cute." The stressful aspects, however, are indicators of ego conflicts with partners. Frequently, there are big problems with getting and holding on to a partner. In many cases, there is no desire to have a partner at all. Demetra George in her excellent book Asteroid Goddesses quotes Gloria Steinhem's famous answer to the question "Why didn't you ever get married?" Steinhem (who has the Sun in Aries square Juno in Capricorn) replied, "I don't mate well in captivity."
  • Juno Aspects the Moon: The attraction will be to emotional and nurturing partners, and domestic types. At least they will tend to be nurturing with the harmonious aspects conjunction, sextile and trine. The stressful aspects (square and opposition) can indicate a clash between your emotional and partnership needs. You could get a partner who is over-emotional or whines a lot. Conversely, the partner could bring out those traits in you.
  • Juno Aspects Mercury: Well, your partner won't be quiet. Forget the silent type. Anyone who marries you will have to communicate, communicate, communicate. The harmonious aspects (conjunction, sextile and trine) indicate good communication between the two of you. It could also show that your ability to communicate improves with partnership. The stressful aspects (square and opposition) can indicate communication problems with partners. One of you may try to stifle the other here because you both want to talk at once.
  • Juno Aspects Venus: The attraction will be to a charming partner with good artistic ability and taste. At least that will tend to be true for the harmonious aspects (conjunction, sextile and trine). The stressful aspects (square and opposition) could attract a lazy, slothful, and indolent partner. Partnership could also bring out these traits in you. With stressful aspects, there will tend to be a clash between your partnership needs (Juno) and your ability to express love and affection (Venus). As a result, you might find it difficult to express love to your partner (or vice-versa) and would seek to do this elsewhere. Years ago, there was a TV program called "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman" which was a satire on soap operas. Mary's husband had affairs with all the other women in town and was impotent only with her.
  • Juno Aspects Mars: Marriage and partnership will stir you to action. In fact, you may need a partner to be active at all. The partners you attract will tend to be active, assertive, and aggressive. Conversely, having a partner may bring out these traits in you. The stressful aspects (conjunction, square, and opposition) are indicators of arguments with partners. One of you may try to dominate the other.
  • Juno Aspects Jupiter: The partner will tend to be expansive optimistic, and "jovial" (jovial comes from Jove, Jupiter). Marriage and partnerships will also have an expansive effect on you. Yes, it can make you more optimistic. Watch out that it doesn't make you fat as well. At least this will be true for the harmonious aspects (conjunction, sextile and trine). The stressful aspects (square, and opposition) can attract an over-optimistic partner who is always expecting their "lucky break" to be right around the corner. There could also be a clash over religious or philosophical differences. The over-expansiveness could also apply to extra-marital affairs. If you have a stress aspect between Juno and Jupiter, either you or your partner might think that the "to have, hold, and love" part of the marriage vow means anyone whom you fancy at the moment.
  • Juno Aspects Saturn: The partners will tend to be older (in spirit if not in actual years). With the harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) partners are likely to be solid, practical, and dependable, but, unless there are other indicators, don't expect them to be the life of the party. Conversely, partnership could bring out the solid, practical, and dependable side of you.The stressful aspects (conjunction, square, and opposition) may cause marriage to be delayed, or even denied. If you have this one, try not to get married before your first Saturn Return (which occurs around the age of twenty nine). Stressful aspects between Juno and Saturn can have a similar effect to Saturn placed in the 7th house. An early marriage (before the Saturn Return) will slowly decay until there is no affection left and the marriage collapses. Juno/Saturn stress aspects can also indicate someone who makes a bad marriage for "practical" reasons, such as security. They will also be prone to stay in a bad marriage to protest their social image, or because "a half a loaf is better than none." As if there is anything "practical" about having a bad marriage! These people have to learn to cut their losses and make a fresh start.
  • Juno Aspects Uranus: If you have this combination in your horoscope (especially the stressful aspects, the conjunction, square, or opposition) I have a question for you. Let's say you walk into a room where there are twenty people, and nineteen of them are sane and normal, but the twentieth person either escaped from an insane asylum or just got off of a UFO, guess which one you would be most likely to marry? (Hint: it's not the first nineteen). Uranus always has to be Different. When Juno aspects Uranus, the partner or the partnership has to be different. With the harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) you don't get into as much trouble. The partner will tend to be independent, or very bright, or a bit odd. The partnership itself will likely be more "open" with each partner doing their own thing and going their own way. Uranus is fanatic about having enough of its own space. The stressful aspects can lead to several marriages. Elizabeth Taylor has Juno in Cancer square Uranus in Aries (Uranus is also in a close conjunction with Venus). Years ago, Julian Armistead gave a lecture on her chart. He had several of the press clippings that quoted her at the time of her marriages. Her first marriage to Nick Hilton: "I've never known it was possible to be this much in love. This is going to last forever." Her second marriage a couple of years later to Michael Wilding: "This time, it's the real thing. This is going to last forever." Her fifth marriage to - well who can keep track? "This time I mean it. It's the real thing." Juno in Cancer always wants it to last "forever" and Uranus always makes you think it's the "real thing." If you have a Juno/Uranus stress aspect, don't rush into marriage. And forget about having a partnership that is conventional. It would bore you to tears - and divorce. Make sure that you and your partner each has enough "space." It helps if one of you travels a lot (Uranus aspects are perfect for bi-costal marriages). Absence for this combination truly makes the heart grow fonder.
  • Juno Aspects Neptune: If you have a stressful aspect (conjunction, square, or opposition) between Juno and Neptune, please, PLEASE do not marry someone because you feel sorry for them or because you want to "save" them. Remember this magic number. If you do, you will never again have the problem of getting into a marriage for the wrong reasons. Please memorize it. It's 911. Dial that and have them taken away so they can be helped by a professional. Then, get into therapy yourself to cure your masochism. On the positive side especially with the harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) the partner will tend to be sensitive, empathetic, and imaginative. Marriage and partnership can also bring out these same traits in you. In all cases, there will be an inclination to over idealize the partner, to see what we want to see about them.
  • Juno Aspects Pluto: Partners will tend to be intense and secretive. Sex can be volcanic. Pluto is the planet of extremes, death, and transformation. Either your power or that of your partner will be affected by marriage. One of you is likely to be transformed in some way. The harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) can bring out a strength you never thought you had. The stressful aspects (conjunction, square, and opposition) will bring out strength too, in the form of dictatorial attitudes and power struggles. One of you will try to dominate the other. The feelings towards the partner can easily go from "I love you" to "I hate you" to "I'm obsessed with you." Even if the two of you break up, this will be the partner you never forget (for better or worse).
  • Juno Aspects the Ascendant: Juno in conjunction with the Ascendant makes us more attractive, like Venus. But while Venus uses charm, Juno attracts by giving us an air of innocence, like that of a young baby. This trait is also present with the other harmonious aspects (sextile and trine) but not quite as strong. The opposition is not a stressful aspect here. Remember that an opposition to the Ascendant is also a conjunction to the Descendant. The conjunction to the Ascendant makes a person more marriage oriented, especially if Juno is in the 1st house. If Juno is on the 12th house side of the Ascendant, however, then there will still be an increased desire to marry, but there will be increased restrictions of some sort (see Juno in the 12th house). With the square aspect of Juno to the Mid-Heaven, there would tend to be extra stress in marriage that requires constant adjustment and re-adjustment. At least it will not be dull.
  • Juno Aspects the Mid-Heaven: Aspects to the Mid-Heaven affect one's career and "public image." Juno-ruled careers include marriage councilor and people who work in organizations that try to prevent wife-battering and child abuse. Like Venus, Juno has an attraction for all occupations that involve beauty and adornment. This also includes anything involving the arts. When it comes to career, it doesn't matter if an aspect to the Mid-Heaven is harmonious or stressful. In fact, the stressful aspects can frequently bring greater success since they generate more power. Those with harmonious aspects may take it too easy and not push hard enough.
Book Recommendations for Each Type

ISFP: The Illustrated Lark Rise to Candleford  (Flora Thompson)
Punctuated with beautiful watercolour paintings, this whimsical memoir details hamlet life in the late Victorian era. 

ISTP: Into Thin Air (Jon Krakauer)
A raw, real book about the risks mountaineers know they take.

ISFJ: Please Look After Mom (Kyun-Sook Shin)
After their mother disappears in a crowded Seoul train station, a family looks back on all she has done for them.

ISTJ: The Ministry of Fear (Graham Greene)
During the Second World War, a man named Arthur Rowe purchases a cake. This action comes back to haunt him…

INFP: A Face Like Glass (Frances Hardinge)
Probably my favourite fantasy book. Neverfell stumbles into the luxurious subterranean world of Caverna, which is populated by denizens whose faces do not show emotion. 

INFJ: H is for Hawk (Helen MacDonald)
Helen Macdonald’s autobiographical account of her struggle to successfully train a goshawk and the discoveries she makes along the way.

ESFP: Love Poems (Pablo Neruda)
“if each day a flower/ climbs up your lips to seek me/ ah my love, ah my own/ in me all that fire is repeated”

ESTP: The Pleasures of the Damned (Charles Bukowski)
Charles Bukowski’s poems are raw and real, no frills added depictions of city life and the human condition.

ESFJ: Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)
Elizabeth Bennet develops a prejudice for haughty Mr. Darcy. Everyone gets what they so richly deserve.

ESTJ: The Woman In White (Wilkie Collins)
A woman in white escapes from an insane asylum. A sinister plot haunts the inhabitants of Limmeridge House.

ENFP: Love in the Time of Cholera (Gabriel García Márquez)
This is my personal favourite and it’s the one I’m reading right now. Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Nobel laureate, describes the decades-long passion of Florentino Ariza and Fermina Daza.

ENTP: Is That A Fish In Your Ear? (David Bellos)
David Bellos’ humorous, insightful guide to the intricacies of translation.

ENFJ: Madame Bovary (Gustave Flaubert)
When a young country girl marries a struggling doctor, she enmeshes herself in adultery to escape the crippling boredom of poverty.

ESTJ: The Once and Future King (T.H. White)
The Arthurian legend retold in splendour and sadness–a romp as well as a tragedy.

“Can I Be Him?“ - Part V

Your mother gave you the keys for the boot house and Eggsy promised you that the two of you would talk about everything. Will this be a night to remember or will everything end in a big disaster? 

Warning: NSFW
Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Part FIVE of the ‘Can I Be Him?’ - Series

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  • Arwen: Mine is the choice of Luthien.
  • Elrond: What?! So you're gonna escape from home, deal with a couple of insane princes, take Sauron's tower, rescue your boyfriend and then give up on your immortality to live a few decades with him in the middle of nowhere?!
  • Arwen: No daddy, I'm just gonna wait here until my boyfriend saves the world and becomes king then I'll go be his queen.
  • Elrond: ...
  • Elrond: Well, it's okay then. I guess.
Great moments in dumb customer history

I’ve seen my share of customers either doing or saying the stupidest stuff in the many places where I’ve worked, but some of them are so ridiculous/hilarious that I thought I’d list the highlights of them.

“What time does your noon day sale start?”

Me: “Noon, ma'am.”

“How often are these semi-annual sales?”

Me: “Every six months, sir.”

“Is there any meat in the angus beef burgers?”

Me: “Yes. Angus beef.” (I was so tempted to say ‘people’)

“How you you get those lights to flicker on your sign out there?”

Me: *sarcastically* “Well, we have an employee in the back, flicking the light switch on and off repeatedly, really fast.”

“Do you sell toys here?”

Me: *sarcastically* “No, we just call it ‘Toyz [Backwards 'R] Usses’ because we are toys, action figures, and dolls that have developed sentience, and escaped from our factories, stores, owners, and insane collectors, this is our refugee center.”

We have had customers push on the front doors that are clearly marked “PULL” and vice versa.

My friend who worked the drive through teller window at the bank had people pulling up and say “I’ll have a cheeseburger, fries, and…”

One time, our boss wrote “Bikinis half off” on a sign and put it in our window. These beach tourists walk by laughing, but this one cute bimbo wearing a bikini and a sarong sees the sign, shrugs, walks into our shop, and -I kid you not- takes off her bikini top. My boss runs up to her going “Aaa-aa-a-a-aaah! What are you doing!?”. The bimbo says “Your sign says 'Bikinis half off’?”. My boss explained to her that “Bikinis are 'half off’ their normal prices!”. The bimbo says “Oh, I see!” and puts her top back on, makes a purchase, then leaves. My boss had to modify the sign to say “Bikinis half off (of regular prices)”.

I know we all make mistakes, but damn…SMH

WE DON'T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) PART 3

I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @awkard-fangirl88 FOR MAKING ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER AND WRITING THIS PART.

now guys I have absolutely no excuse as to why I’m so late with this chapter. I would like to apologize to everyone I kept waiting, I hope it will not happen again but I never know what will happen.

SCENARIO- The joker finally has his daughter but for how long.

Warnings- talk of mental abuse, physical abuse, language (of course)

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You grunted as you held on to the wound that covered your left side. You were limping as you saw the exit coming closer and closer. Closer to freedom. You could hear the sound of boots behind you and dogs barking but you just ignored it and kept limping towards your only chance of seeing the outside world again. A world you haven’t seen for 6 months.

You don’t believe it’s been 6 months since you were on the ladder of that helicopter with your joke of a father.

You remembered the look on your families faces as they discovered your nature, who your real blood was. Thank god that Harley Quinn wasn’t your real mother, because that would make things so much better. (Who knew you could fit so much sarcasm in one sentence)

You only ever saw her once in a while and it never ended well for her. She was a good woman, crazy, but a good woman.
Harley never deserved to be played by the joker, he twisted her mind worse than even his was. He was crazy because he ignored everything, she was crazy because she ignored everything except love and love can make you insane, that one true, no escaping from your own mind, insane.

Your time with your father had not been much better. From the beginning all he did was try to tear you down, so you could be made to his picture.

Flashback.

You felt the cold water hit your face as you lied on the cold medal slab in the back of your cell in nothing but sweatpants and a dirty white tank top.

Your “room” only had the necessities. A small barred window, a calendar, a toilet, a slab of metal called a bed, and a sink. Also the floor was filled with 3 inches of water.

“Wakes wakey sugar, time for another one of daddy’s quizzes.” You heard the joker say from the other side of the bars where he stood holding a now empty bucket.

“No.” You said throwing your forearm over your eyes.

You had been locked up in this hell hole for 4 months now and you were done. The joker made sure you had a calender in your room so you knew every single day that passed by the sun that shined through the tiny barred window you had and you were sick and tired of his games. Not in the way of you wanted to die, just you were done with playing to his whims.

“See I don’t remember, ASKING YOU!” He yelled as he flipped the switch causing hundreds of volts of electricity to shoot through the water of your cell, up to you where it felt like a lightning rod was being sown through your skin.

You screamed bloody murder as you arched your back off the metal slab and could feel your head wanting to explode.
Your heard the switch click off and the joy of your fathers laughter from the other side of your cell as you curled into a ball and held your head.

You weren’t what you used to be. They didn’t feed you the right food to keep you strong and you couldn’t work out from being so weak all the time, so your muscles slowly started to deteriorate. Your strength was apart of your combat style and was starting to leave you defenseless.

“Now be a good girl and get up.” He said as he opened the door to your cell.

You rolled off the slab and landed on your knees, on the water covered floor. You struggled to pick yourself back up off the floor, which used to be a easy task, now, not so much. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers as two guards came in and picked you up by your arms and dragged you out of the room behind your other 23 chromosomes donor.

It was the same as everyday since you’ve been here. You were sat in a all dark room with a projector with hundreds of pictures of the batfam. Damian and you taking out the riddler, Dick hanging out with Tim in full consume on top of Wayne enterprises, Bruce with the justice league and finally Jason.

He was out with the rest of the outlaws taking out a threat you had no idea about. You felt your muscles tense as you looked at him, with his guns pulled out and his mask on, he looked amazing. You could tell exactly what face he was making under that mask, you knew what he was thinking and it hurt.

Everyday it would be new more recent pictures and you noticed that all of the batfam looked more weary than usual, especially Jason. He was more brutal than normal and sloppy.

At the end of each “session” you would be asked one question.

“Who are they to you?”

Every single time you replied with your held high and said the words that kept you going through all of the misery.

“They’re my family.”

You would then be dragged back to your cell and do the same thing the next day, but on the last day of the 6th month of you being tortured, things were different.

When you were dragged back and thrown into your cell, you instantly passed out from hitting your head on the metal bed. Thank god you landed face up or you would have drowned from the water, you desperately hated.

When you woke up hours later, you noticed someone standing at the front of your cell with the door open. It was Harley Quinn who had tears streaked down her face.

“Sugar you gotta go, I’ve got about 5 minutes before they come for both of us and this is the only way I’m helping.” She said in a worried voice that still managed to sound perky as she outstretched a hand to help you up.

You looked at her red nail polish with a eye brow raised. You didn’t understand, was it a test put together by your father or was the infamous Harley Quinn being genuinely kind.

“Why?” You croaked out as she started to shake her hand in a fast motion signaling for you to grab it.

“I’m stuck in this life, I chose it for myself, you didn’t and you don’t deserve it.” She said in a harsh whispered voice as she kept leaning back and peaking down the hall.

You looked at her once more, then grabbed her hand hoisting yourself up. As soon as you were standing next to her, a slight prick sensation was in your right arm. You looked down to see Harley pushing a clear liquid from a needle into your arm. You felt the room go brighter and your senses grow sharper.

“What the fuck did you just give me.” You said as you rise to your full height and heard your back pop from not being properly stretched out in the past few months.

“That darlin, is what we call pure adrenaline, I say you have about 15 minutes before you start to feel like death.” She said with a small giggle and looked at a nonexistent watch on her wrist.

“Well toodles” she said, then skipped down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.

“Fucking crazy ass lady.” You said as you stepped out of your cell and turned down the familiar hall where you were then ambushed by a bunch of goons who managed to injure you with a dagger down the left side of your stomach, which led to where you are now.

Flashback over

You could feel the last bits of adrenaline wearing off, it burned through your system so fast it only lasted about ten minutes. You limped through the final door, managing to put all of your body weight on it and tune the handle and took in your surroundings.

You were on a cliff that over looked some unknown body of water, in the middle of the night, with the moon being the only source of major light. You looked behind you to see the bastard coming up the stairs wth his army behind him.

“Welp looks like I only have one option.” You muttered to yourself as you took a a running start and leaped off the cliff.

4 months later in midway city

You had absolutely no idea how you survived that jump. All you could remember was jumping off the cliff, then the next thing you know, you’re waking up on a beach in the middle of the day.

You sat there covered in sand for what felt like days but was only probably about 3 hours. You just needed a minute, as you tore off the ends of your sweatpants to make a makeshift bandage for your wound.

You couldn’t go back home, could you even call it that anymore, home? They would hate you, they would try to lock you away. You couldn’t be locked away again, you wouldn’t let them.

You got off that beach and walked for what felt like hours until you stopped in Midway city. You smelled like the ocean, not in a good way, you hadn’t taken a proper shower for months, you were starving and cold but that’s exactly where you made your final decision.

You would rebuild yourself here, start a new life, be a new person. Leave everyone and everything in your old life, sadly though it truly meant everyone. You’ve been here ever since.

Meanwhile in Gotham

“BATMAN, JOKER SPOTTING ON THE SOUTH STREET!” Tim shouted into the coms as he jumped from building to building.

“On it.” Almost every single person in the batfam said at once into the coms.

Jason and Dick were on their cycles at different points in the city on route to the site. Damian and Bruce drove in the batmobile while Barbara rode on top because she quote said “because I’m batgirl.”

They all arrived in a exact unison surrounding the Joker. After you were taken they all dedicated there time to keep there eyes on the look out for the joker and their spare time looking for you.

When you were first taken they searched everywhere, in uniform and out of uniform, night and day, but they couldn’t find you anywhere. There were no clues or leads so they were just running in blind. They had to slow down after 3 months when the villains of Gotham got worse, they thought the bat was done for.

Jason took your abduction the hardest, you were his rock, his anchor, his one true love and he felt like he didn’t even have the balls to tell you how he felt. He never would have cared you were that bastards daughter. You weren’t like him, you showed Jason that even people that came from demons, could turn into angels.

“Where is she, you freaking lunatic?” Jason growled through clenched teeth, as he pulled his guns on the joker who only stood in the middle of the circle of heroes, looking at the ground.

Jason fired a bullet that zipped by his ear as the rest of the family stood completely still letting Jason have his moment.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, where is she?” Jason questioned again with his modulated voice as he cocked the gun.

A low chuckle turned into a horrendous laugh as the joker raised his head and looked at Jason straight in the face.

“Oh that’s hilarious.” The joker said as he wiped tears out from under his eyes.

“What, what’s so funny?” Jason said as he lowered his guns and everyone could feel the glare he was giving the clown.

“Well here’s the situation little red riding hood, I don’t have her, she went bye bye.” He said as he did a wave and laughed some more.

“What did you do with her?” Bruce asked in his most menacing voice.

“Ohhhhh I didn’t do anything, last time I saw her she jumped off a cliff and you know the deal with those pesky heroes she probably lived but then again she could have died. I mean I would go for the latter, anyways in the end, who really cares?” He questioned in a fake voice with a large frown and a fake boohoo.

“JASON DON’T!” Dick yelled as he saw Jason put his finger on the trigger of his gun and aim at the jokers head.

“JASON IT’S NOT WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED, STOP IT!” Barbara yelled from where she and Damian both stood in rigid positions by the batmobile.

“Give me one good goddamn reason.” Jason said as he fixed a hard stare onto the clown prince of crime.

“Because she would have said no.” Bruce said as he put his famous glare on Jason.

Jason exhaled though his nose in frustration but reluctantly put his gun down and squeezed the handles of his bike instead.

After 30 minutes and the joker being placed back in Arkham all of the batfam returned to the manor to tell Alfred what happened and discuss what they have learned.

“If she’s alive, wouldn’t she have come home by now.” Alfred said looking around at the table, where they were all currently seated.

“No, not exactly.” Tim said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Bullshit.” Jason said as he rested his jaw on his knuckles with his elbow on the table.

“Think about it, she kept this a secret from us for the entire time because she probably thought we would have hated her, especially you Jason. Now that her secret is out she is scared that if she comes home we’ll just reject her.” Bruce said standing up, avoiding Jason’s glance at him and walking around the table.

They were both thinking of the night when batman lost his Robin. How Jason prayed for Bruce to make it on time, how Bruce mourned after Jason died. Jason forgave him for that night, he would never admit to it, but he did. All because of a girl who opened his eyes.

“She thinks we hate her because her father is the joker, even though she has done so many good things to help us and make Gotham a better place.“ Dick said leaning back in his chair as a look of pure sadness and confusion crossed over his face.

“We don’t choose our family, we make them, assemble them piece by piece, we just need to make her understand that.” Jason said as he stood up and walked over to the bat computer.

“Well how do you want to do that?” Damian asked with a bored expression, even though they could all see the worry in his eyes.

He would never in a million years admit it but he had a soft spot for you and the way you always helped him when he was in distress. It didn’t matter if it was emotional or physical, you always managed to crack away his facade and see the true kid he was. He knew what it felt like to come from a evil family background and he wished he could have been there for you, the way you were there for him, in his moments of need.

“We have to draw her out someway, get her to come to us, she knows how we operate so she would know how to stay hidden, we can’t just try and find her.” Bruce said as he stood next to Jason at the computer and gripped his hand on the back of the chair.

They looked at the picture of you they had on the screen, to keep their spirits high as to not forget you, not like they would anyways.

“Guys what if she’s not hiding though, what if she didn’t make it?” Barbara questioned everyone as she played with her fingers and looked down at the table with bags under her eyes from countless night of looking for you.

“Well with what I’m planning to do we will get an answer either way.” Bruce said as he sat down at the computer and started typing away.

“What are you gonna do?” Jason questioned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked absolutely exhausted and ready to punch someone, at the same exact time.

“I’m gonna make something happen so big she can’t resist but to come out of hiding and see us.” Bruce said in a dark tone with a frown as the rest of the kids just looked at each other and nodded with somber eyes.
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Jerome Gif (x)

Part Two

Summery: When Arkham starts assigning patients to specif doctors Jerome isn’t happy to find he has to share his favorite doctor with Aaron Helzinger. Naturally Jerome has just the plan to fix his problem.

Jerome Valeska x Fem!Reader


“Jerome your doctors back.” Barb muttered as she sat down next to the boy who perked up as he spotted you chatting to a guard.

“She isn’t with the nasty doctor this time.” Someone whispered and Jerome grinned as he span to face everyone.

“She passed her tests last week, gave me a bar of chocolate because I behaved during her tests, because of me she got top marks and one of the other test subjects tried to eat his doctor.” Jerome burst into giggles and you glanced over at the noise.

When you crossed the room, and stopped to speak with Aaron, Jerome stopped laughing and watched the two of you carefully. You turned your back to Jerome and nodded as Aaron spoke to you.

“All right you lot out into the big room.” One of the guards yelled and banged on the metal fence as a door opened and people were herded into the room.

You pointed for Aaron to follow after Barb, smiling when Jerome skipped over and yelled boo, chuckling when you tried to hide the small laugh that escaped you.

“How was your weekend Jerome?” You asked and hoped he’d get distracted by your conversation long enough to be compliant and follow everyone else.

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"If I get to the count of three, you're going to regret it." With Aleister Black 💖💖

You didn’t fight often with Aleister, but when you did, they were blowouts.

It all started innocently enough. He had been gone a long time and you were in need of some physical affection. He had gotten home late and had rebuffed your advances, which lead to hurt feelings. Those hurt feelings had turned into resentment, which had devolved into an argument.

“Its like you don’t even find me attractive anymore!”

He scoffed at your words, but the fact of the matter was you had not been intimate with him in well over three months. That kind of time without any sort of physical intimacy with your partner takes a toll on a person. It just all seemed to be coming to a head now.

“That’s the stupedist thing I have ever heard you say. Because I turned you down once, I no longer find you attractive? That’s insane.”

You couldn’t help the mocking laugh that escaped from your mouth.

“Once? We haven’t fucked in three months Aleister. Three months. You know what, never mind. I’m gonna go stay the night at Roode’s house tonight. He might know how to treat a lady right.”

It was a stupid and hurtful thing to say, but it felt like the only way to get his attention. The rage that lit up Aleister’s face should have sent a chill through your bones, but you had already left the room to go pack a bag. He had followed you to your bedroom, and kicked the door shut behind him.

“Come here.”

The growl of his voice sent a thrill through your body. You had only heard him speak like this a handful of times, his Dutch accent becoming just a tough thicker, and his pitch dropping to dangerously low levels.

“Or what Aleister? You’re going to stop me from leaving?”

He’d stayed silent for several moments and it felt like his presence was filling the room and pressing against you. You’d never admit it but fighting with Aleister and seeing him mad felt like foreplay to you, and the sudden rush of arousal telling you that tonight was no different.

“If I get to the count of three, you’re going to regret it.”

You paid him no mind, gathering things and starting to put it into the overnight bag.

“One.”

You threw your sleeping clothes in with a flourish.

“Two.”

Just to be spiteful, you picked up some unnecessarily provocative lace undergarments and held them up to the light, just high enough for Aleister to see. You didn’t hear him move and you didn’t know that he was upon you until he had you pressed almost painfully against the dresser.

“No one gets to see you in those but me. You wear those for no one else but me. I’m not a possessive man, dear heart, but I cannot control myself where you are concerned.”

As he was speaking, he was making short work of your jeans and sliding a hand underneath the satin of your panties. He wasted no time in testing your wetness and rolling the tight, slick bundle of nerves between his fingers. You mewled and ground into his hand as you gripped the dresser in an attempt to remain upright.

“Some days I feel as though you enjoy testing me and my temper dear heart. If how wet you are is any indication, you like me to dominate you. Is that right?”

You jerkily nodded your head, rocking against his now still fingers, looking for any sort of friction. The dark chuckle that you could feel reverberate through your body sent another gush of arousal through your body and onto his fingers.

“We’re going to play a little game now, kitten.”

thank you everyone who replied and commented on the victim blaming post, it’s a real source of comfort to know that people are on my side.

 I was thinking about it all day and I realized that there’s this insane mentality of society that if you don’t escape from abuse, it’s all your fault, every single thing done to you is perceived as something you wanted and deserved, until the moment you escape, and then escape is supposed to prove that maybe you didn’t want it, but even after you do escape, still nobody cares, nobody is there to congratulate you and let you know that now, you are officially relived of all the guilt and you have proven yourself to be a Good Survivor™ who didn’t deserve to be blamed after all, and even though they convince you that somehow everything will change after you escape, it doesn’t, you still feel the same guilt, you still feel the same shame and you can still feel the hatred of the world who told you over and over again that you don’t deserve help.

Society is abandoning and outcasting victims from the moment they become victims, to the ends of their life, it doesn’t matter if you’ve managed to escape or not, for society you are “that person” who must be stupid for getting themselves in that situation (yea even if you were born into it, how dare you get born), your take on your own life is rejected and you’re punished for saying it out loud, you’re not allowed to speak your perspective because people feeling comfortable is priority before solving the issue of abuse in society. We are casting life long shame and guilt on victims, instead of abusers. We live in a society of cowards.

Honestly I’m usually so proud of Monbebe’s and how respectful and down to earth they are, but I’m so ashamed right now and I just need to say this

If you are honestly upset that Hyungwon has dated, or you think he should leave the group, you need to take a few days and really reevaluate yourself. You literally have no ground to stand on to be mad at him, HE’S A HUMAN BEING HE’S ALLOWED TO DATE YOU DON’T GET A GOD DAMN SAY BECAUSE IT’S ~ NOT ~ YOUR ~ LIFE!!!!! If you actually cared about him you would want him to be happy and to have the chance to find someone to love who can be an escape from the INSANE FANS LIKE YALL I can’t even like are you so delusional that you think your faves are really only idols who exist for your enjoyment and nothing else????? Do you think you’re going to end up with your fave and live happily ever after??? I seriously can’t understand some of you people. If you really think any human being on this planet is supposed to put their life on hold to please someone else you’re sadly mistaken, and I hope you come to understand that soon because if not you’re gunna have a real hard time once you’re an adult. Sorry to break it to ya, but being an idol is their job, you are a consumer of the products they produce, you wouldn’t boycot your favorite clothing stores or icecream shop because one of the employees had a significant other, it’s no different with your faves. Please PLEASE accept that, things get scary when the lines get blurred for fans. If you can’t handle it, then leave the fandom but do NOT demand he leave the group because YOU are being overdramatic and obsessive.

So, moral of the story incase you missed it or are really fucking dense:

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO GET UPSET OVER AN IDOL’S LOVE LIFE YOU HAVE NO CLAIM TO THEIR PERSONAL LIFE OR FREE TIME.

Mary Queen of Scots: “In my end is my beginning”

On the 8th of February 1587, Mary Queen of Scots, the only surviving legitimate child of King James V of Scotland and Marie de Guise, was executed after nineteen years of imprisonment in England. She was beheaded at Fotheringhay Castle for her complicity in a secret plot to assassinate Queen Elizabeth I of England – the Babington Plot.

Mary Stuart had a tumultuous and dramatic life, full of passion and love, whim and eccentricity. One may say that her life was too full of French glamour and unreasonable turnarounds due to her foolish ignorance of certain fundamental things which a wise monarch should know. Yet, before criticizing Mary, we should remember that her life was also filled with a lot of sufferings and pain throughout the second half of her life in English captivity.

Mary’s life began with her wonderful birth into a God-fearing and powerful Catholic House of Stuarts. Her father, King James V, died only six days after her birth, and she was proclaimed Queen of Scotland in infancy. Already in her early childhood, she was thrust into political turmoil as Catholic Cardinal Beaton and the Protestant Earl of Arran fought for regency in Scotland.

Taking the opportunity of the regency in the northern neighbour, Henry VIII proposed marriage between Mary and his son, Prince Edward, hoping for a union of Scotland and England, but that possible alliance fall apart. 

The religious violence between Catholics and Protestants in Scotland and the aggravation of Scotland’s relations with England made the Scots turn to France, their old ally. King Henry II of France offered to unite France and Scotland by marrying Mary to his eldest son, Dauphin Francis, and the Scots agreed with the match on the promise of French military help. As a result, Mary was shipped to France at age of six for her upbringing and education in safety.

In France in 1558, the sixteen-year-old Queen Mary married the fourteen-year-old Dauphin Francis, who soon became King Francis II of France. However, Mary’s first husband died quite soon after their marriage, and a young widow had to return to Scotland.

Upon her return to her home country, Mary failed to adapt to her new life in Scotland, which she had left years ago and which seemed foreign and wild to her. She didn’t understand many Scottish traditions, and her own kinsmen didn’t understand her. Moreover, Mary was a Catholic Queen in the country which was largely dominated by Protestant lords, including their leader the Earl of Moray, her illegitimate half-brother. The nobles were not fond of Mary’s pro-French lifestyle in Scotland, and their dissatisfaction was growing.

Mary acknowledged her lack of effective military power in the face of the Protestant lords, and for some time the two religious parties achieved accommodation. During that period, Mary tried to find a royal husband in Europe. 

She failed to make Spain, European superpower in the 16th century, Scotland’s ally through marriage to Don Carlos, King Philip II of Spain’s mentally ill heir – her attempt to enter into marriage negotiations was rebuffed by Philippe. Elizabeth didn’t want to turn a blind eye to Mary’s matrimonial agenda: she suggested that Mary marry Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester, her favourite and rumoured lover, but Mary disliked the match and so did Dudley.

In 1565, the Queen of Scots married Henry Stuart, styled as Lord Darnley, her English-born first cousin. She quickly fell for young and handsome Darnley, thinking with her heart and disregarding the ramifications of her actions – the deterioration of fragile piece in Scotland and the increasing tension between her and Protestant lords, who severely disapproved of this matrimony.

Darnley’s murder and Mary’s subsequent quick remarriage to James Hepburn, the Earl of Bothwell, predetermined her quick downfall. Gossip about Mary’s participation in her second husband’s death began to circulate throughout the country, and people talked that she might have conspired with Bothwell to assassinate Darnley. 

Mary’s reputation was razed to the ground in her own kingdom, and the Scottish nobility was outraged.

The young queen was deposed and forced to abdicate her throne to her little son James. Mary was imprisoned in Loch Leven Castle, where she supposedly miscarried twins conceived during the short time of her marriage to Bothwell. Bothwell himself was driven into exile, and years later he was declared insane in Denmark. In 1568, Mary escaped from her prison with the aid of the castle’s owner, who was still relatively loyal to her, and she headed to England.

Maybe Mary believed that Elizabeth would help her regain the Scottish throne. However, she was taken into custody at Carlisle Castle by the local English authorities. Elizabeth was extremely cautious and ordered to investigate the situation in Scotland, making inquiries about the political situation there and about the attitude of the Scottish lords towards Mary’s possible restoration.

Mary’s struggle with those who didn’t want her back on the throne was over. In England, the drama of his life was elsewhere, in the struggle with her anxiety to see Elizabeth and finally receive her cousin’s help. But Elizabeth didn’t hurry to visit Mary, although the two women regularly exchanged letters.

Over time, Mary must have understood that Elizabeth wouldn’t assist her in any way, and the deal of the casket letters – eight letters and several sonnets which were claimed by the Scottish nobles to have been written by Mary to the Earl of Bothwell, between January and April 1567. Most modern historians, including Alison Weir and Antonia Fraser, think that the casket letters were forgeries, or some incriminating passages might have been deliberately inserted into the letters and sonnets to blacken Mary’s reputation.

There is no evidence that Mary murdered Darnley, plotted to get rid of him with Bothwell, or dreamt of his death. All the claims of her enemies about her supposed guilt, including the casket letters, cannot be proved, and a person remains innocent until proven guilty. Mary’s hasty marriage to Bothwell doesn’t prove that she became indifferent to her second husband after falling for Bothwell and just found a way out of their marriage by murdering him.

In her book “Mary Queen of Scots and The Murder of Lord Darnley”, Alison Weir writes about Mary’s reaction to Darnley’s death:

“There is no doubt that Darnley’s murder left Mary grief-stricken, emotionally shattered and fearful for her own safety. For several months afterwards, she seems not to have functioned normally, and her judgement, never very good at the best of times, utterly failed her.”

Weir also adds about the queen’s actions that followed the murder of her second husband:

“The Queen had proclaimed a period of court mourning and ordered black serge from Florence for a mourning gown, cloak, mules and shoes. She had chosen to follow the French royal custom, whereby a widowed queen remained in mourning for forty days, secluded in her blackdraped chambers, which no daylight was allowed to penetrate. They were produced as evidence against Queen Mary by the Scottish lords who opposed her rule.”

In 1569, however, Elizabeth tried to mediate Mary’s restoration in return for guarantees of the Protestant religion in Scotland, but the Scottish lords categorically rejected the deal. Mary spent many long years imprisoned, and she was watched carefully by Elizabeth’s spies placed in her household.

In 1571, the Ridolfi Plot was uncovered: the conspirators were intent upon replacing Elizabeth with the help of Spanish troops and the Duke of Norfolk. The outcome was Norfolk’s execution and publication of the casket letters in London with the purpose to discredit Mary, although Elizabeth didn’t give her consent to the English Parliament to pass a bill barring Mary from the throne.

Throughout many years, Mary was imprisoned, and Elizabeth didn’t visit her. Her birthright to the English throne became the cornerstone in her relationship with Elizabeth: Mary was a threat to Elizabeth, and as long as she was breathing, she might have schemed against Elizabeth or might have been used by the Queen of England’s enemies in their plots. Elizabeth didn’t order Mary’s execution for many years, perhaps not wishing to commit regicide.

In 1586, Mary was implicated in the Babington Plot, which exhausted the patience of the English nobles. Mary was arrested and was taken to Tixall. 

Walsingham entrapped the captive Queen of Scots: her letters to Anthony Babington were smuggled out of Chartley, where she had resided before her arrest, while she thought that they were secure, and then they were deciphered by Walsingham. These letters were used as proof against Mary on the trial, when she was accused of sanctioning the assassination of Elizabeth.

Mary pleaded innocent but was still found guilty and sentenced to death. Considering the Queen of Scots a threat to Elizabeth and to the peace in England, the nobles wanted to dispose of Mary and pressured Elizabeth into signing Mary’s death warrant. Nevertheless, Elizabeth hesitated to order her cousin’s execution, although eventually she signed the warrant on the 1st of February 1587 and entrusted it to William Davison, one of her privy councillors.

Next day, ten members of the Privy Council of England were summoned by William Cecil, and together they decided to carry out the sentence without Elizabeth’s knowledge. 

Did Elizabeth know about their secret activities, or did Cecil and the others act behind her back? We will never know the truth, but I want to think that Elizabeth hesitated. In any case, Elizabeth understood that Mary had to die for the sake of peace in her kingdom, and she would have her cousin executed in the very end regardless of her qualms and uneasiness.

In the evening of the 7th of February 1587, Mary Stuart was told that she would be executed tomorrow. She spent the rest of the day praying, writing farewell letters to a few friends she still had abroad, and distributing her possessions between the members of her household.

Alison Weir writes about Mary’s last hours:

“The warrant arrived on 7 February, and Mary was told to prepare for death on the morrow. That night, she wrote her last letter, to Henry III of France, in which she protested that she would meet death “innocent of any crime”: as a devout Catholic, she would not have counted the assassination of the heretical Elizabeth as a crime because the Pope had sanctioned and urged it, but she was almost certainly also referring to the murder of Darnley. She further asserted that “the Catholic faith and the assertion of my God-given right to the English crown are the two issues on which I am condemned.”

Next morning, Mary appeared in the room to face her death, looking brave and undefeated, as if she were walking to her throne instead of the block. There was a gasp of shock when Mary removed her black gown: she was wearing a kirtle of red beneath her gown, which symbolised Catholic martyrdom, and in her own opinion she was dying as a martyr for her faith.

Mary knelt and prepared to die, praying hard. Her head was severed with three strokes, but she probably passed out after the first stroke and died after the second one. Her execution was unprecedented and bloody, and some claimed that Elizabeth was shocked upon learning about her cousin’s brutal death.

Mary Queen of Scots was finally dead, and her soul left her body. Maybe in her death there was a new beginning for her, which was similar to her motto which she had embroidered not long before her execution: “En ma Fin gît mon Commencement” “(“In my end is my beginning”).

political relations (political!kylo au) | chapter six

AU in which Kylo and Reader are politicians for opposing parties. When Kylo’s department threatens the livelihood of your citizens, you are caught up in a battle against the most insufferable political you have ever met. But he slowly but surely lures you in with his charm, what happens when you end up falling for the enemy?

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: I got a bit carried away and this is 11 MS Word pages of waffle oops - sorry! No smut this chapter, but please do let me know what you think so far. Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to message me, comment or even read this!As always, I’m too much of a tired mess to double-check this right now, so hit me up if there are any errors.

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