oh you guys i am so excited!

Where is my “Lena buys a small NC newspaper, and has them offer Kara a job as a reporter, because she feels like it’s her fault that Kara lost her job, but wants to keep it all under wraps. And Kara comes bounding into her office all excited like “oh my god, I can’t believe I got a new job so quickly, and it’s even better pay than at Catco, and I get to be an actual junior reporter and one of the senior guys is mentoring me and they say I can write about what ever I am passionate about” and Lena is like “oh rly?” and is just so happy that Kara is happy and doesn’t want anything in return, but to get to support her friend (oh and you know, casually encourages the newspaper to give Kara assignments that require her to interview Lena on a regular basis)” fic?

[This fic was requested by @awesome-impala1967as well as one anonymous individual I believe, I hope you all enjoy it! Also if you guys are interested this fic was inspired by Distance by Christina Perri so if you guys wanted to listen to it I recommend you start listening when they mention someone named Tobias]

“So did I tell you this is fucking awesome? Because it is fucking awesome,” I was practically bouncing with the excitement of it all, but he was still in character so he just looked at me with mild irritation.
           "I met Will Smith, did you see that? I met The Prince, I am-“ he gave me a look before entering his trailer.
           "I can be chill, I can totally be- there’s Margot! Oh God, she is so beautiful!”
           I followed after him quickly, he was already seated with his laptop out and I took a calming breath.
           "Admittedly I have no chill when it comes to certain celebrities. You’d think I’d be used to all this by now but come on, it’s like Christmas!“
           "Quiet,” he growled.
           I rolled my eyes, flopping back on the small couch. Sneaking a glance over at him I smiled.


           I jumped, dropping my mug when there was a loud pound on the door. I cursed when it shattered and a piece of it cut my foot and shrieked when scalding coffee splashed on me. For fuck sakes! Looking at my watch I threw my hands up in the air, 3am. Who the fuck pounds on the door like that at 3… Oh. Of course, how could I have forgotten for a second?
           Limping over to the door I pulled it open. He wasn’t there though, but on the carpet just outside the door sat a little black gift box.

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I am slowly developing a crush on the nice guy who sits next to me in class because he keeps showing so much interest in what im doing and spent all of the post test asking me about what kind of stuff goes into 2D animation and that line of work. He said “its crazy im getting so into it now cause like you get so excited while talking about it that now im like ‘oh shit this is super cool’”
He got so excited when i told him i had a sketchbook and asked me to bring it to class on Thursday. I drew a picture of him and another girl in class, just a doodle and he waited till the teacher turned his back to lean over and take a picture of it
Then we started talking about him and what he likes and he laughed at my jokes it was really great

AKA fantastic yoi blogs & people i’m always excited to see on my dash:
(mutuals bolded)

A → L
@blau678​ / @bisexualviktor / @bottom-viktor / @borntomake / @fencer-x / @fyeahyurionice / @fyyoi / @honeyuuri / @itsjjpositivity​ / @katsukiyuurikatsudon / @keilattes / @lookiamnotcreative 

N → T
@nikiforo-v@nikiforoving / @nikiforovshitposts / @nikiforovprince / @peachyviktor@plsetski / @randomsplashes / @seek-victory / @sk8r-boi-yuri@softnikiforov / @takemetovikturi 

V → Z
@v-niliforov​ / @victory-is-to-victuuri / @victoryuuris / @victuuriporkbowl / @viktor-chan / @viktorikiforov@vikturi-trash / @viktuuri–on–ice / @viktyuuris / @yuurikatsukii / @zaanarkand 

Secret Relationships (Thomas Jefferson x Hamilton!Reader)

Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

Prompt: “Oh my God, you love her!”

Summary: Being Alexander’s younger sister isn’t always the easiest thing in the world. When you have to hide the fact that you are dating his enemy, Thomas Jefferson, it becomes even harder. How will Alex react?

Warnings: Lying? Ummm, maybe some Out Of Characterness, but I hope not.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2230

A/N: Hey guys! I really am so sorry for not posting a story recently, but school as gotten to me. However, I have a couple of stories almost ready to post. (and sorry about the title, still trying to work on that.) More exciting news: I started this blog 3 weeks ago today and I almost have 300 followers!! You guys are the best thank you so much! I hope you enjoy the story, and please send in some requests, my inbox is empty. Have a wonderful day!

Being the younger sister of Alexander Hamilton was not the easiest thing in the world. While you loved your brother dearly, there were times that he could be a bit too stubborn. Most of the these situations happened during dreaded cabinet meetings, or “battles” as they had been renamed.

Usually, you would avoid going, but Alexander would beg and plead with you until you gave him. The reason you dreaded them so much was because of the talk. Most people there believed that because Alexander was your brother, you could apparently control how he behaved. Not true.

One particular day, you and Alexander were walking side by side to the meeting. You walked along in comfortable silence, so your mind drifted to the upcoming battle. Alexander was going up against a man named Thomas Jefferson. They would be debating over whether or not the government should accept Alex’s plans for the nation to assume state’s debts.

After arriving, you wished your brother good luck and went to find a seat. Looking around, you pulled the hat you had worn, further down. Maybe then people wouldn’t openly tell you how idiotic they thought your brother’s ideas were. Not long after you got settled, President Washing walked into the middle of the room followed by Alexander and Mr. Jefferson.

Everything happened so fast, you were unsure where to look. Mr. Jefferson claimed that each state should be responsible for their own debts. he also tried to insult Alex by saying his plan was too long to understand, but you just laughed because he had just insulted himself.

Unfortunately, Alexander came back with full force. You but your lip and kept your head down, praying Alexander wouldn’t say anything too rash. Your ears tuned back in to the conversation when you heard your brother shout,

“Bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits!”

Your head snapped up and your eyes went wide. All around you, everyone was going crazy, discussing who they sided with most. Ignoring all the talk, you rushed to your brother and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the crowd.

“What the hell was that, Alexander?” you cursed, not caring if anybody overhead her.

“What do you mean?” he asked rather confused. “Jefferson was out of line so I put him back in his place.” Alex tried to defend.

Before you could respond, President Washington walked behind your brother. You quickly curtsied out of respect and watch Alexander’s eyes go wide as he walked away with his commander.

“Serves him right.” you mumbled, smoothing down the wrinkles on your dress.

Glancing around the room, you saw Mr. Jefferson talking quietly with Mr. Madison. Sighing heavily, you began the journey towards their spot. Somebody had to apologize for Alexander’s actions.

“Mr. Jefferson.” you stated and both men turned to face you.

“Yes, may I help you, Miss…” he began, but trialed off when he realized he did not know your name.

“Hamilton. (y/n) Hamilton.” you introduced yourself, but hurried on once you saw the distain in Jefferson’s eyes grow. “I, um, I came here to apologize for my brother’s words. He was partially in the wrong, and we both know he is too stubborn to admit it.” you confessed.

“I agree.” Jefferson agreed bluntly, but added on to his statement after noticing your look of disbelief. “But I accept your apology and offer my apologizes, Miss. Hamilton” he told you.

“Thank you.”

‘How is it that we have not yet met, Miss. Hamilton?” Jefferson inquired. “I’m sure I would not forget a face as beautiful as yours.”

You blushed and look down at the floor. ‘Well, Mr. Jefferson, you have been off in France.” you pointed out.

“That is true, and please call me Thomas.” he insisted.

“Only if you call me (y/n).” you countered.

Neither of you were able to say another word because it was then that Alexander stormed over to you and puled you behind him, distancing you from Thomas.

“(y/n), what are you doing talking to the likes of him?” Alex spat.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Thomas beat you to it. “We were having a perfectly civil conversation until you came over here, Hamilton.”

Sensing another argument, you stepped between the two men, holding each of them back. “Both of you are grown men, so let us stop fighting like children. For goodness sake, you are both dignified members of government.” you chided.

Then, you turned to your brother and tried to reason with him. “Alexander, I do not need to be protected, I was simply apologizing to Thomas for your behavior. Now let’s-”

“Thomas?” your brother seethed, and you quickly pulled him outside to head back home.

“I’m so sorry against, Thomas. I hope to see you again soon.” you called over your shoulder, offering him a smile.

“Goodbye, (y/n).” you heard him respond, and the rest of the way home you had a blush on your cheeks as you ignored your still fuming brother.

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// guys, the time has come

the time where I get my shit together and start adding Jaehee to my posts

why did I take so long to like her oh well
tell me how im doing! first time really writing her because the christmas special made me fall in love with her absolutely no regrets

Also apologies because that’s all I’ve been posting about, the christmas special! I lost 8 followers from my fangirling yikes!! Just am excited is all. I’ll slow it down soon!


- He is a very light sleeper! So seeing you sleep like a rock is a little surprising more or less.

- He’ll just sit there and watch you snore with a little bit of drool coming out of your mouth shit this boy love u too much

- But he’s so lonely when you’re not awake come on MC pay attention to me before I have to go to rehearsals

- Shakes the bed to wake you up but it doesn’t work and he’s like shit what do I do now

- Let’s you sleep until you wake up afterwards but he’ll ask you how or if he can wake you earlier when he’s lonely manually is there a switch or something here


- He’s used to Elizabeth the 3rd sleeping a lot during the day like a princess so he just assumes perhaps you’re the same way?

- He’s not a light sleeper himself but not heavy either, it depends on how exhausted he is.

- Waits for you until he just can’t anymore come on you need to eat breakfast MC

- He’ll shake your shoulder lightly but that obviously has no chance of working so he just gives up and hopes you’ll wake up soon

- three hours later and he’s a little frustrated because he’s been waiting for so long why did you ignore him??

- Jumin I was sleeping how was I supposed to know you were already awake

- He’ll give you the cutest little pout because he was lonely while you were busy being a boulder.


- He’s really scared you’re hurt or something because you just won’t wake up like are you okay??

- But you still groan a bit in your sleep and move so phew! he’s relieved.

- He just plays video games usually until you wake up honestly, he doesn’t wanna bother you too much.

- Makes you breakfast for when you wake up, it’s a little cold by the time you get to it but that’s okay!

- He only sleeps really heavy when he falls asleep really late so he’s worried about your sleep schedule.


- She tries to wake you gently at first but that doesn’t work very well.

- Worried that perhaps you could be ill..? Hopes thats not the case, but you don’t feel much warmer than ordinary.

- She’ll make herself busy while you’re still asleep, watching one of Zen’s DVDs or finishing up some early morning paperwork until you finally wake up.

- Asks if everything’s alright with you over a light breakfast, go on and explain how you’re a heavy sleeper and she’ll find it a little humorous because she’s the complete opposite.

- Whenever Jumin leaves Elizabeth the 3rd with her the tiniest noise the fur ball makes and she’s awake, it’s so difficult to get a full nights rest most of the time.


- He will pull the most bullshit pranks on you while your sleeping prepare to be filled with regret

- It’s classic camp pranks too, like whip cream in the hand and a feather to the nose so you smack yourself in the face and surprise surprise. Always gets it on camera, but saves it for himself because it’s just adorable.

- You’re never safe from the pranks, even in your sleep.

- Honestly he’ll never go too far though, just all in good fun. He likes seeing you so deep in sleep, it’s like you’re in ~another world~

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Gina spending ten full minutes talking about herself and how she always knew she’d get her own reality tv show and that she’s the world’s greatest and people that don’t already know that are going to find out

“Oh right you wanted me to talk about the bus accident. I was run over by a bus. But I am no mere mortal so here I sit, perfect as always. Also today we’re setting the bus on fire so there’s that.”

Jake gets so so excited about being on tv but when he sits down with the cameras for the first time he acts all cool and tells his best cop stories. but the camera crew actually arrived earlier than expected and caught Jake celebrating in the precinct

“Wooooooooooooo! Guys! We’re gonna be on tv! On tv! Amy do you think we’ll become famous? Oh my god, what if we became famous cops?!! We’d get to be in Die Hard 6! Which is gonna be better than Die Hard 5 because we’ll be in it!”

He’s whooping and cheering a lot and freaking out to Amy who listens patiently and holds his hands when he gets extra excited and the thing goes on for like, ten minutes probably

Amy doesn’t want Jake and her relationship to be featured on the show in case people think that they aren’t doing their jobs bc they’re too busy dating which could harm the image of the NYPD in the eyes of the public, so Jake and Amy keep their relationship under wraps when the cameras are around in the precinct

but then the cameras catch on and one day they’re following the suspicious detectives that keep flirting with each other in the precinct and Jake and Amy are holding hands on the way to the car and chatting

“Man this pretending not to date thing is so hard, Ames. I mean, I thought we were holding back a lot in the precinct already when there weren’t cameras before, but now that there’re actual cameras recording our every move I can’t do anything but act like how we used before we started dating. I hate not openly dating you. How the hell did I do it before?”

They discuss dinner plans then the camera pans and shows them driving off together in the same car

Terry talks about yoghurt and the importance of a healthy diet and exercise in one’s life. He talks about his wife and beautiful children and his section on the show is always very healthy and pure. He even paints once

Charles has a cooking segment where he teaches how to cook certain… exotic dishes. And also a children’s cooking segment where he teaches Nickolaj simple dishes that the kids at home too, can master

Captain Holt tries to talk about important cop stuff to improve the public’s perspective of the NYPD. But when he’s asked to discuss some of his hobbies he gets going about his antique globe collection and that’s all he discusses for the rest of his time on the show

Hitchcock and Scully are just eating all the time and the camera occasionally pans to their newest meal and gross eating habits

Rosa almost never appears on the show. Its been reported that she’s punched about five cameras already that tried filming her, until she ran out of money to pay for the damages. She now tries to avoid the cameras.

The longest footage the camera crew gets of Rosa is when she’s visiting Gina at the hospital. She has a very tender look on her face as she makes sure Gina’s okay and does simple little things to help her out. The camera only stops filming when Rosa’s grabbed by Gina’s hands and they start kissing

They name the show “Linetti, Set, Go”

oh my god you guys i can’t even say how excited i am that there’s a mexican guy with an accent (AND HIS ACCENT ISNT A PUNCHLINE) in a feature film slash huge franchise??? i am in tears?? i cant wait to see this goddamn movie and all of the fanart and i am just so happy there’s un puro mexicano en star wars!!! viva la raza !!!

dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Hello Lovelies! I am so glad this is a thing, thank you so much for doing this. Prompt: Coffee Shop AU, Tony is a flirty barista and Bucky & Steve are very interested boyfriends. With a soulmate twist of your choosing! Thank you again for this, this is exciting!

A/N Oh my God, guys, RMX and me are so overwhelmed by the support we have gotten. While I’m writing this we have over 70+ asks and 250+ followers. I think a lot of that is because of @potrix-the-queerschlaeger, so thank you for that. And thank all of you! Not just the ones who send us a prompt, but also the ones who just send us their best wishes, or even followed us. We are so thankful for all of you already.

Before we begin some boring stuff: RMX and me are aiming to post one or two stories every three days. We do not post in order, and we don’t have limit of words, minimal nor maximum. After this post RMX will answer some asks that are wishing us luck or just generally being excited. Which is supercool!

I promise the next A/N will not be so long.

This ficlet is written by me (I go by CJ) and beta’d by the lovely RMX (the co-owner of this blog). I hope you guys enjoy it!



Soulmate twist: It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate(s).

Really, Tony should quit this job. He had all the reason to; the pay was crappy, the customers were rude, his boss was an asshole, and it wasn’t as if he needed a job anyway. His dad was loaded –and more than willing to pay for Tony being as far away from him as possible- and even if he hadn’t been, Tony could surely get a full scholarship for the degrees he was getting at MIT.

The only reason he was here was because Clint had asked him to apply to this job with him.  And there was no saying no to Clint when he was as excited as a young puppy. Besides at least like this he got out of his lab once in awhile and had actual social contact. And really, the job wasn’t so bad. Okay, some customers really should get a 101 on how not to be an inconsiderate jerk, but the regulars were always nice and, seeing as the shop was just a little bit off campus, most of the customers were students, nice, if not very stressed. Besides, free coffee.

Which was exactly what he was enjoying right now. It was a little after  three and the steady flow of people who came to have some coffee during the lunch was just ending. Tony  simultaneously hated and craved the rush of an overfull shop. But he truly loved these quiet moments between it. Natasha –a scary, but overall not too bad co-worker- was wiping down the counters, while Tony was making her a latte macchiato. They were both quiet, enjoying the silence before the five o’clock rush , when the old-fashioned bell above the door chimed-

And in walked the most beautiful guys Tony had ever seen.

Though beautiful wasn’t the word for either of them. The one on the right was simply pretty, with his boyish smile and his blonde hair. He had a light blush on his face, either because of the cold or because of the man next to him, Tony would never know. The other was devilishly handsome. He had a crooked grin on his face, his hair unruly and unkempt. It looked as if he had thrown it into a bun in a last ditch attempt to make it seem presentable. He had failed.

Tony honestly wasn’t ready for their combined hotness, but luckily for him, he could flirt on autopilot. One of the pros of being a socialite child.

“Sorry to tell you, but you guys are in the wrong place. Heaven is across the street.” He felt a sense of pride as the blonde Adonis’ blush intensified, and the hot stranger-danger snorted. Which, very unfairly made him even hotter than he was when he was straight-faced. Tony called bullshit.

“Really, that’s the best you can come up with?” The dark-haired guy asked him. At this point they had arrived at the counter. Tony had put down his cup of coffee, and was leaning on his hands on the same counter.

“No, actually, I kinda look these kind of things up, and rehearse them in case hotties like you come walking through the door.” And that was absolutely not what he wanted to say. What the fuck was his mouth doing.

“Oh wow,” the blonde one said, “that was uncharacteristically honest.” As he said that he looked sideways to his companion.

“Yeah,” he answered, looking at Tony, and then back at his friend, with a victorious grin. “tell me real quick, handsome, when was the first time you had a wet dream?”

Tony shouldn’t have answered it. It was an embarrassing, and frankly very private question, but he couldn’t help it. He just opened his mouth and it streamed out. “When I was fourteen. It was mortifying, ‘cause my butler caught me, and I had to watch as he changed my sheets without even batting an eye and,- what the fuck.”

The brunette just smiled and said, “Called it, Steve! I told you something was missing. You didn’t believe me, but you don’t smell like coffee and oil.”

Steve just blushed and looked at Tony. And then it clicked inside Tony’s head.

“You’re-I- You’re trying to tell me that-“

“Yes, doll, apparently you’re our soulmate.”

Tony just looked between them. “Our?”

“Yes, our, and we would be happy to tell you that story over dinner. Do you like Italian?”

“No,” Tony said, for the first time in his life, because his mother practically worshipped at the altar of Italian food. “I hate it actually.”

trashyanomaly  asked:

Okay imma remain calm oh who am I kidding I AM SO HYPED DREAM CROSS AND NIGHTMARE ARE MY FAVPRITE CHARACTERS ASDFGHJKL OMG OMG OMG I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I WANNA CRY I CAN NOT WAIT TO SEE THESE COSPLAYS also when I say cross this includes cross!chara and no rush though I am still so happy about this I love to see the content you put up once the characters are finished and maybe see some sneak peak progress I love the cosplays and content you guys have so I am so excited good luck btw ❤💛💚💙💜

We are very excited as well! We can not wait to get started!

EXO when you call him Oppa

Suho: He watches you from the corner of his eyes, a sligh smile on his lips, secretly proud of himself.

Originally posted by sefuns

 Baekhyun: At first he is surprised, but then he smiles happily “yes, Jagi, I am your oppa”

Originally posted by osehu

Chanyeol: *cannot hide his happiness*

Originally posted by parkchny

D.O: *squishysoo mode: ON* “Did you hear that guys? Y/N called me oppa!”

Originally posted by micsthegreat

Kai: *gets a little shy, but is increedibly happy and proud*

Originally posted by wooyoung

Sehun: *completely over the moon by this, but trying to play it cool*

Originally posted by vanemachuca

Kris: *on the outside* “Oh, thanks baobei”

Originally posted by milkifan

on the inside:

Originally posted by krismehard

Tao: *excited panda is excited*

Originally posted by kjwjunkie

Xiumin: “That’s right Jagi, I am your oppa”

Originally posted by kaismypeterpan

Luhan: * proud victory dance*

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Chen: *cannot resist how cute you are* “Oppa, she called me Oppa! AAAH!!”

Originally posted by v-dyo

Lay: “So Oppa, eh?” *pervy Yixing*

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

A/N: None of these gifs are mine, creds to owners.



Originally posted by fetusblesser

(this is probably the most emotion you’ll ever see from me, btw.) 

All The Creative Things

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

I was tagged by the light of my life, also known as @aubzylynn. So excited for the things you’ve got in the works, my love! I am ridiculously nervous about doing this for some reason… oh dear.


(Steve x Reader) - Series In Progress 

Sorry this is taking so long, guys. This idea has been in my brain long before this blog existed, so I’m incredibly intense about making it as perfect as I can… Currently working on Song 3 of 5 and trying to find somewhere to fit in some fluff to avoid it being altogether depressing seeing as I made myself cry writing it the other day. Super yikes. I apologize in advance. HAPPY ENDING THOUGH REMEMBER I PROMISE

10213 words written overall

Untitled Request

(Steve x Reader) 

Gotta balance my sad Steve and happy Steve so I don’t feel like an altogether horrible person! This is for a request that I got asking me to do the Steve option of the request that resulted in Burden of Proof.  “OMG burden of proof was tooooo CUTE!! I saw that the request had an ‘or Steve’ as well!! Please please please please!! But like you’re actually in a relationship, and just blushy flustered Steve– oh lord Sarah, please!!” Working on it, honey!

650 words written

Painted Lips, Smoking Gun

(Bucky x Reader) - Series In Progress - None Yet Posted

Based off this request: “ Bonnie and Clyde AU or inspired in their love but still marvel universe for Bucky? please” In trying to determine how to pay proper tribute to Bonnie and Clyde while keeping it in MCU, I decided I needed a bit longer of a format to do it justice - hence the series. That, and I’m a sucker for Bonnie and Clyde. I don’t know what else to say about it, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask. 

8013 words written overall

The Lonely Tree Picture

Not a story - Actual picture of my Lonely Tree that inspired the series. I’ve been playing around with the idea of posting a picture or two. Let me know what you think!

Follower Celebration

Meant to be a celebration for hitting 500, but due to the nature of the drabble game I came up with, I wanted to wait a bit longer. I’ll probably start it up once Soundtrack is over. Still working out the details.


These are just the ones I have actual material for. Many other requests and personal fic ideas are in the planning stages. I’m very excited for the things I’ve got in the works, and I hope you’re excited too! 

I’m gonna tag ALL OF MY WRITER FOLLOWERS because I’m nosy. Tell me what you’re working on. Also, I hope you guys know you can absolutely 100% tag me in anything you write. I’d love to see it!

Hi hi my friends!!

I’m feeling much better! I’m so sorry for the weird amount of dead space and silence, But illness and midterms rolled onto me like a ton of bricks haha. But It’s spring break, and I’m going to put an impressive amount of effort into posting at LEAST once a day and not letting asks go unanswered for more than a day. :P

You guys sticking w me is so humbling and nice, I neglected this blog to get better and got carried off by a wave of term papers n depression but oh boy am I back!!!!!!!!!!! Ready 2 rumble n post n feel that familliar excitement when a cupcake gets piped on!!!

Play the Ace pt 2

{A/N} I am so, so thrilled that you guys like this series already and I’m very excited to continue it! Thanks again, and requests are always open!
 xo Harley

Warnings: Light cursing. (So is it truly a warning?)

“Oh doll face, you’re gonna regret disrespectin’ me like that in my own club.”

You pull your arm away from his grip in a huff, knowing the only way you’ll be able to escape it is if he releases you himself. To your relief, he lets go. His metal teeth shine behind a sinister grin as you face him again.

“This is your club?” You ask, confused. Why would I of all people have received the offer to play here tonight? Your mind starts racing a mile a minute as you try to piece things together.

“This is my club.” He responds, a smart-ass tone detectable in his words. His body sways as he speaks animately, causing you to recoil slightly. “And when I heard about you through the good ol’ grapevine, I just had to know what all the.. hoopla was about.” A smirk glazes over his features as his eyes trail your body again. “And boy do I see what it’s all about..”

Your face twists into an expression of disgust, despite the sound of his voice hitching your temperature a degree or so higher.

“Well, you won’t be seeing me around here anymore. I thought this offer was.. was genuine. You just wanted me here to eye-fuck me.” Or worse, you think. You exhale, your breathing jagged as you turn to leave. Your heels clack as your dress flows and clings to your legs. How could he be such a dog? How many other girls will he do this to? How many other girls has he done this to already? You make your way to the back where your things are, grabbing your {F/C} clutch and your keys. Suddenly self-conscious about your appearance, you tug the neckline of your dress upwards a bit more.

Keeping your eyes on the floor is your rule as you make your way to the main entrance. You try to be as swift and unnoticed as possible as you walk. When you reach the door, a hand with long, slender fingers adorned with a purple glove holds it open for you. Your heart races while you try to pass through as quickly as possible. You already feel trapped here, even after one short encounter with who the world knows as The Joker.

Just as you walk through the door, you’re suddenly jerked backwards by the fabric of your dress. You look down at your hip where you felt the tug and see the same purple glove. Though your eyes are glued on the floor, you know it’s him. You’re scared stiff, almost too terrified to move again now.

“Don’t think this is the last time I see you, {Y/N},” you can feel his breath on your neck as he speaks, “Whether you play this club, or not.” His tongue clicks on the ’T’ as he lets you go, leaving his hand open and slowly stretching his fingers. You start speed walking back through the doors without a word, hoping to anything and anyone that could ever help you that he won’t decide to follow you out and do whatever he may have had in mind from the start.

You approach your car, using the hub to unlock it to make the easy transition from outside. You quickly throw your clutch in and hop into the drivers side, slamming the door and locking it. Knowing you’re safe and that The Joker isn’t tailing you, you deem it okay to have the breakdown you’ve been concealing from the moment his ice blue eyes met yours. You allow an audible and overwhelmed sigh to spill past your lips, tears welling in your eyes as you break into a few soft sobs.

Not wanting to stay in the parking lot for too long before you get into more trouble, you start your car. You speed off into the night, watching diligently as the club gets further and further away in your rearview mirror.

Your keys jingle in your hand as you walk through the penthouse doors. Still shaken from the nights small but stirring events, you immediately throw your clutch and heels onto the plush white sofa and head straight for the master bathroom. 

Your false, fluffy eyelashes are the first go. You pull a couple of bobby pins from your hair and take a makeup removing cloth to your face, wiping away what’s left after your tears took care of the rest. You immediately draw a bath in the large jacuzzi garden tub, sliding out of your dress and underwear. You glance in the mirror, noticing a bruise on your arm that had already begun to surface to your delicate {S/C} skin. It was dark and purple. Just like him, you think. A quiet laugh leaves your tiers, and immediately you’re unsure of why. 

You slide into the hot water and relax, dropping a fizzy, purple bath bomb into it. A smile places itself upon your lips in a strange daze of amusement as it spreads over the water and around your skin. You snap out of it again, shifting your eyes away from the purple and onto the floor. Your breathing quickens as you throw yourself into the brink of a panic attack. Why are you thinking about him? you think. You clutch your temples and submerse yourself back into the purple water, letting it rush over your mouth and nose slowly while you carefully hold your breath.

You drop your hands and relax, closing your eyes. His eyes from across the room flash in your mind, his metal grin shining against the lights as he smirks at you.. The tight possessiveness of his grip on your arm feels real all over again. It flings you out of your thoughts. 

You quickly sit up and inhale with a gasp, the water falling off of you and splashing back into the tub. Your hand reaches to grab the bottle of sweet red wine next to the tub. Ignoring the glasses, you pop the cork with the bottle opener - also at the ready, thanks to a lush for an interior designer - and take a long swig. 

Partially hanging out of the tub now, the cool air in the room kisses your wet skin, acting as the cold shower you need. You watch the lights dancing in the city below and around you through your {E/C} orbs just through the large windowed wall, trying to catch your breath. 

He’s the only thing on your mind. You feel like your sanity is slipping away from you. What was it about him that left such an impression after such a small period of time with him? You shake your head, lightly tapping the side of your damp face with your free hand as a friendly-reminder-slap while the bottle remains in the other. Catching a slight chill, you sink back into the purple water again gently as you take another drink.

“Baby, are you okay?” a sweet, familiar voice asks from the doorway.