still crazy (about him) after all these years

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think
REQUESTS ARE  O P E N

PART TWO


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.


She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

can you imagine how hyped bucky would be about those 7 new planets tho??? I mean here he is, 70 years in the future, still alive and kicking and by some miracle steve’s there right with him after all this time? and yeah, sure there are superheroes that can fly now, all sorts of crazy shit he can’t wrap his head around but tell him NASA has just found 7 new planets orbiting a nearby star, possibly with water and signs of life and he completely loses his shit, eyes lighting up all excited like a kid on Christmas morning and he cannot stop talking about it for a good few weeks because hello, habitable planets? and he’s so damn happy because I told you I’d take you to the future stevie, didn’t I? 

Odd Socks - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Sometimes, Bruce likes to think about all the things he loves about you, just as a reminder that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him.

I hope this silly and short fic will cheer you up. If it doesn’t, sorry, I tried. I just felt suddenly inspired, while I’m in the doctor’s waiting room, and so wrote this…Wrote it on my phone, sorry if there’s any terrible mistakes. Anyway, here : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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There was things Bruce loved about you. A lot of things. 

Whenever he felt sad, a bit under the weather, or if you two got into an argument…He would make a list of said things, often forgetting three quarters of all the reasons why he fell in love with you, all the reasons why, even after years of marriage, he was still head over heels for you, crazy about you and everything you did (even annoying him). Because, there really was A LOT of things he loved about you, listing them all in one sitting was impossible. 

Yes, Bruce Wayne really enjoyed making lists about why you were so awesome, it often helped him cope with things (a boring meeting at Wayne Enterprise : list. Kidnapped by a villain and trying to resist torture : the thought of you, and the list would help him go through it). 

And today, as you were lying on a hospital bed, hooked to machines that helped you breathe, he definitely needed to make a list…However, for the first time since he fell for you, it wasn’t really helping. On the contrary, slowly, as he was looking at your broken body on the bed, cursing the man who didn’t check his blind spot well enough and who cut you off while you were riding your motorcycle full speed on the freeway, he felt like this list was going to be the end of him…Because, if he lost all of those things he loved so much about you, how could he go on ? And yet, he kept listing it in his head, even though the thought of losing them, losing you, was unbearable. 

1. He loves the way you always wear odd socks. 

The first time he noticed, it was in your apartment, at the beginning of your relationship, as you were both chilling together on your couch. You had one red sock, and a black one. 

The second time he noticed, he was tearing your clothes off and throwing you on his bed. You had one green sock, and a striped grey/blue one. 

The third time he noticed, it was at the Manor. Alfred had just clean the entire house, and ordered every guests to take their shoes off…It was during a party Bruce was throwing, and it was very funny to see the richest people in Gotham take their shoes off, impressed and intimidated by Bruce Wayne’s butler. Most women were bare feet, as they had heels on, and others just had normal socks on. And then there were you, a yellow and black striped sock, like a bee, and a sock with little platypus on it. Very classy. 

The fourth time he noticed, he asked you about it, and your answer made him chuckle : 

-Life’s too short for matching socks. Like, I have better things to do alright ? 

-…You’ve been binge watching Friends for the past three hours. 

-Exactly my point.

The smile you gave him at that moment made him melt, and he hasn’t been able to stop himself from kissing you passionately. Oh damn he loved you, you and your odd socks. 

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Selfish: This Man Found Time To Build A Birdhouse While JonBenét Ramsey’s Murder Is Still Unsolved

This one is really going to make your blood boil.

Greg Spencer may look just like any normal guy, but anyone who has seen what he’s been getting up to the past few Sunday afternoons knows the dark, egomaniacal side of Greg: He’s found time to build a birdhouse while JonBenét Ramsey’s murder is still unsolved.

Unconscionable. Can you imagine a more selfish human being?

The search for JonBenét’s killer has been going on for decades, and thanks to Greg’s disgusting, self-centered obsession with building a birdhouse, the world is no closer to an answer. While the trail gets colder with every second that ticks by, Greg heartlessly nails wood together, without a care in the world for getting justice for JonBenét.

It takes a truly depraved narcissist to think about birds all afternoon instead of flying to Boulder to scour the Ramsey house for more evidence that could break this thing wide open.

Thanks to human garbage Greg Spencer, we are no closer to discovering the truth about what happened to JonBenét more than 20 years ago. It’s hard to imagine what caused him to become so unable to think about anything but himself and his sick obsession with looking at birds in his backyard. Birds that will still be there after JonBenét Ramsey’s killer is caught.

Greg, if you’re reading this, fuck you.

Falling to Pieces

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A/N: This wasn’t requested, I just really wanted to write this. I might take it down again, I don’t really know. 

Word count: 1,881

Falling to Pieces

I was lying curled up on the wide, empty bed, still feeling my body trembling. The room was dark and quiet, way too quiet. It was probably somewhere around four in the morning, but I wasn’t sure and frankly I couldn’t care less about it.

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HEAD CANONS ABOUT TRIMBERLY AND THE RANGERS FUTURE CHILDREN GO

  • Trini and Kimberly adopt a girl
    • She grows up to dislike the power rangers  
  • Zack has a son and is the proudest father ever 
    • he thought he was going to have a girl and was getting so happy to spoil her like the little princess he expected
    • He also wanted to name her after Trini because Trini is his crazy girl 
    • Trini totally cried when Zack told her, “Me?” 
    • “Crazy girl its not that important I just like your name okay.” 
    • “But you want to name your kid after me?” 
    • He has a son instead 
    • A few years after his son is born, he had a daughter and still ends up naming her after Trini, because it gives him the excuse to say, “Trinidad, get your ass down from there!” Since Trini would choke him every time he even thought about calling her Trinidad
  • Billy and Jasons daughter find out they’re power rangers pretty early on in her life because hello one of her fathers is Jason and she picked up all of Billy’s observant habits, so she pieces the puzzle together quickly 
  • Trini is protective over her daughter and one day she’s suddenly like, “Holy shit, I’m my mom. She hates me.” 
    • “Trini she doesn’t hate you, you’re her mom.” 
    • “I asked her why she got home so late, and it’s only nine-thirty, Kimberly.” 
  • Whenever the rangers meet without their kids, Zack is always the one who says shit like
    • “OUR KIDS ARE GOING TO BE MOTHERFUCKING POWER RANGERS ONE DAY” 
    • and, “I still can’t believe I, Zack Taylor, graced the world with my son, Austin Taylor and my daughter, Trinidad Taylor.” 
    • It fucks up the other rangers because they just love their daughters so much and they don’t want them to somehow get hurt
  • Billy has little lessons with all the kids because, “Knowing how their soda tastes good is a essential part of life.” 
  • After a few years of Kimberly asking, Trini eventually gives in and they adopt twin boys who remind her of her younger brothers 
    • Not even a few months after they get parental rights over the twins, they also have two dogs running around the house 
    • one morning trini trips over one of the dogs tail, “Kimberly, I swear to god, I will kill this damn dog!” only to be attacked with kisses by the other one 
    • Trini accidentally makes one of the boys cry because, “Mama, you can’t kill Ozzy!” 
    • Trini immediately feeling guilty and promising that she won’t
I am so sick and tired of Sakura being bashed because she “didn’t choose the nice guy”

I mentioned this in another post of mine, but I’ve decided to dedicate an entire post to it because I just keep seeing these ignorant statements everywhere about how Sakura is somehow a loser or slut because she didn’t “choose the nice guy” aka Naruto. SERIOUSLY?  S E R I O U S L Y ?

Before I start, I’ll say that this isn’t addressed at all NaruSaku fans, so please don’t get angry. I am not aiming this at the NaruSaku fandom as a whole at all. I’m writing this because of the extremist antis who say things like “Sakura is a total idiot because she should have picked the good guy but she went for the asshole like girls always do!! WAAAAH!”

First off, let me state that this “nice guy” bullshit needs to stop.

A girl does not owe a guy a damn thing because he thinks he is a or is perceived as a “nice guy”. How about being genuinely nice because you care about that person, rather than doing it expecting something more in return? Ya know, LIKE HOW NARUTO ACTUALLY DOES.

Love is not a forced thing. You do not choose to love, you JUST LOVE. I stated this in my post “(Polite) Naruto Shipping Rant”. Sakura tried to force herself to romantically love Naruto (thanks Sai) but COULD NOT DO IT. It just was not in her heart. He’s like a brother to her, and she couldn’t change that, no matter how hard she tried. And she definitely tried. And Naruto knew this too.

Naruto is a genuinely nice guy (and I mean the actual definition of nice guy). It’s why most of us love him. But dude, even Naruto knew Sakura didn’t love him romantically, and HE WAS OKAY WITH THAT. Because he cared about her without expecting anything in return. He is actual definition of a nice guy, not the “nice guy” stereotype that people go on and on about that. Naruto wanted what was best for Sakura and her heart, he didn’t just think about what he wanted. That’s what actual love and friendship is all about. (It’s also a reason why I love Naruto!)

“But Sasuke is an asshole, and shallow bitches always go for the assholes!”

I see stuff like this a lot too. COME ON. Yeah, Sasuke was a pretty big dick for the majority of the manga. But he realized that, and worked on changing himself and atoning for his sins. There was even a freaking novel about it!!

“But Sakura loved Sasuke before his redemption journey, when he was still a huge asshole!!” 

So? She actually fell in love with him before he went all mega-crazy-jerk on everyone, and when he did reach that stage, she could see that it wasn’t the real him, and that the darkness was eating away at his heart. As Kakashi said, she loved him so much it hurt her, and all she wanted was to save him, WITH NOTHING (a relationship or love) EXPECTED IN RETURN.

“But he was an asshole for years after he abandoned the village, and Naruto was there for Sakura!! She should have began a relationship with him because of that!”

AGAIN, it doesn’t work that way. If people expected love and a relationship out of being kind to someone else, then everyone would have multiple girlfriends and boyfriends, and nothing would even make sense or have meaning.

“You just don’t get it, because you’ve never been the guy in that situation!”

Yeah, but I’ve been the supportive female friend before who got no love in return. And I moved the fuck on because, in the end, if he didn’t have feelings for me, there was nothing I could do to change that, and it was more important to me that he was happy. I’ve also been the girl with the supportive guy friend before too, and THAT SUCKS AS WELL. So so so much. It isn’t easy or wonderful being in that situation, ya know.

Oh, speaking of that, imagine being the other person in that situation. Imagine being the girl who thinks she has this amazing supportive friend who genuinely cares for her, and then finding out he was only partially in it for the possibility of a romantic relationship or sex. Oh, that’s right, her feelings don’t matter because he was a “nice” guy…

And this isn’t trying to bash men at all. This is meant to make people who think “girls are bitches for picking a guy who I think isn’t as nice as me” realize Sakura is not a piece of trash for not being able to magically change her feelings, even though she even tried doing that and wasn’t able to.

And again, not all NaruSaku fans think like this. I am not trying to bash an entire ship fandom here. :)

Anyway, thanks for reading my thoughts! I just saw too many “Sakura is dumb” posts around lately and felt the need to defend her a little :)

Have a wonderful day!

Love Worth Waiting ~Klaus Mikaelson~

Originally posted by savingchesters


Prompts: “Don’t get up. Just cuddle.”
“You are so clingy. I love it.”

Summary: A late night talk after Klaus and his siblings are resurrected after five years of Hayley and reader looking for the cures.

Word Count: 1048


Five years of never-ending journey were finally over. Five years of trying to do something, what seemed at first impossible, were successful. Somehow, with a portion of luck and even bigger portion of effort, I and Hayley managed to find the cure for all the Mikaelson siblings. Hayley was fuelled with the need to cure her love, Elijah and I just wanted to find those cures so the love of my life, Klaus, could finally wake up from the hell he was in. Because the life had never been easy, not even then everything went smooth. Marcel decided to make it harder for us, he even nearly killed Klaus but at the end he backed off and let us leave the city.

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Wolf EXO w/ their kids

So this is my first post on this page and this post was heavily inspired by me reading @exowolfblog ‘s posts! I’ve been obsessed with wolf!EXO recently and I’m so excited to be writing this!

Of course this is my interpretation so my ideas can be different from yours! And gifs are not mine! 

Enjoy! <3

Xiumin/Minseok:

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

  • I can least say that our precious Xiu would have two kids. He would have a little boy, and his precious little girl. The boy would come first, his princess coming along two years later. 
  • Xiumin would melt into a puddle the first time he would get to hold his pups. The little man would be so small compared to him and when he opens his eyes, Xiumin is forever hooked. Legit, he will be staring at him for hours just in amazement on how small he is. 
  • Then after his prince grows older and some other members start having kids, Xiu gets into the baby fever again and you two are blessed with a little princess. 
  • He is forever protective over them, through the pregnacy and all. He made sure you were always taken care of and he was always the one who got up at three in the morning to soothe the babes back to sleep.
  • And who knows, maybe there will be a third Kim on the way?

Luhan:

Originally posted by cakefuls

  • Our deer boy would have three kids, two boys and a girl. One of the boys would come first, three years later a little girl, then another boy a year later.
  • Luhan is putty in their little hands paws. 
  • He’s a bit freaked out at first when the first pup comes along. He was scared that he would mess up their lives up but as they’re born and he takes care of them, he really deserves the title of ‘The Best Dad in the World!’ on his presents on Father’s Day. 
  • I have this headcanon with Lu playing with his kids hair. When the boys would be on his chest, he would play with their hair and massage their heads. He would do it without even noticing and it would gradually put the boys the boys sleep. Then when princess would be on his chest, he would do it to her and she would also fall asleep to it. It would become the best way of getting them asleep.
  • And he is forever having them outside. Whether it’s them hunting, playing soccer, or even dragging sticks in the dirt, Lu is always out with his bby’s. 
  • And Luhan would be very protective. Any problem at school, dad’s on it. A bully, dad’s on it. He goes out of his way to make sure his pups are always happy and he can listen to their endless babble talk about nothing while they color.

Kris/Yifan:

Originally posted by lil-unicorn-yixing

  • Kris would have twin girls, and boy does his tough alpha male phyisic disappear in a snap. While I was typing this up, I could just imagine his little girls being his entire world.
  • When they’re born, he’s in so much awe, he can not take his eyes off of them. Then when he holds them and they look up at him, he turns into this pouty puppy and he sheds a few tears. He’ll look at them, then to you, and he thanks his lucky stars that he has his own family.
  • He is SO PROTECTIVE over them. Being the leader of EXO-M, Kris would be the second alpha, so he would always make sure that his girls are safe and no wolf would try to take them and try to destroy him. Lowkey though, I can imagine Kris wrapping them up in four layers of clothes when they go out in the snow so they have no chance of getting cold even though they’re basically walking furnaces. 
  • They are also forever clinged onto his legs. They both turn into a giggly mess as he walks through the living room and he will willing do a whole tour of the house just so he can hear their giggles. 
  • And he never can say no to his little girls. They’re big doe eyes and pouty lips would be their biggest weapon and they get everything they want.

Suho/Junmyeon: 

Originally posted by suhomysuho

  • I imagine Suho having two sets of twins, the first set boys, and the second set being girls, and the sets being a year a part. 
  • The second set would actually come as a surprise. All through the pregnancy, all the ultra-sounds only showed one bby and one heart beat but delivery day comes, they leave the hospital with two beautiful little girls. 
  • The kids would be absolutly spoiled. It wouldn’t matter if they were at the store or begging for another cookie before dinner, he would crack and would slip the extra cookie and as they get older they ban together against him so they’ll get whatever they want because they know he’ll say yes.
  • Family cuddles are also very present in the Kim household. He loves his family so much he will lay there for hours just to tell you and the pups how much he loves you. 
  • And Suho would buy the biggest king sized matress he could just so the babies would have their own wiggle room. The kids would gradually “sleep walk” into your and Suho’s room and they would just wiggle their way in between you two, whining until they were wrapped up by one of you. 
  • Smart ass kids. He would teach  them basic skills when they were young whether it was how to fold clothes or how to make a fire with sticks, he would always have something new to teach them. And they can pick up instructions very easily. 
  • Unless Uncle Jongin is teaching them how to dance.

Lay/Yixing:

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

  • Lay would have three kids. Two boys, being one year a part, then a girl who is three years a part from baby #2. 
  • His boys are his little minime’s. They would enheirit so much off of him and they would even pick up his habits in a snap. 
  • The boys would be so hyper omg. Lay could come home with his eyes barely open, but when he steps through the door, those two crazy pups run across the house and cling onto his legs and suddenly sleep becomes a thing of the past. They can play and wrestle for hours on end and not be tired. And some days they would cuddle up on the couch and they would be asleep with them on his chest. 
  • Then his little girl comes along. You dare look at her the wrong way, angry dad comes out. A bit more protective with her than he is the boys, but all for good reasons. “The only boys you need are your brothers." 
  • She’s forever on him too. Whether it’s a piggy back ride or he’s flat up in the middle of the bathroom hugging her, they’re basically inseperable. She’s also 100% okay with that. 
  • Yixing just loves his kids so much and he always reminding them on how much he loves them and he is always praising you on what amazing wife/mate you are and how lucky and appreciative he is to you have how you brought him such amazing kids.

Baekhyun:

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

  • Our precious baby would have three babies. Two girls being two years a part then a boy being a year behind. 
  • The sass is rEAl. The Byun kids are forever sassing Baek and their cousins, even picking up some adult language from uncle Kris. 
  • They want to touch EV.ERY.THING. Whether they’re little toddlers playing with their binkies or a picture frame of you and Baek from your wedding, they always have something in their hands. And lowkey destructive devils. 
  • They’re forever rough-housing and breaking something and teaming together to steal that extra cookie. 
  • But over-all the sweetest kids you will ever see. Always helping mom with dinner, or helping their cousins with their homework, they are always there when you need them. 
  • Head canon: baby #3 is such a momma’s boy help.
  • SQUISHY CHEEKS FOR DAYS. Baek is forever squishing their cheeks, from day one to the first day of high school. "Dad, you’re embarassing me!” “But I can’t help it! They’re so SQUISHY!!”

Chen/Jongdae:

Originally posted by chanchen4ever

  • The second member of the Beagle Line would have three kids, two girls and a boy. The girls would be a year a part and the boy would be two years behind. 
  • His first born is litterally his best friend. As soon as she’s able to control her form, she is out in the woods running with Dae and they’re always going to town to pick up groceries. Basically if it involves moving anywhere, they’re locked hip to hip. 
  • Bby #2 is the definition of a daddy’s girl. He always has to coach her to choose an ice cream flavor for he’s always there to tie her shoes when she’s gets too frustrated and she gets everything she wants. 
  • Even though babe #1 is clingy to Dae, bby #2 is basically glued to him. But when Chen’s baby boy comes around, he gets so soft. It’s such a headcanon. 
  • Even though Chen connects deeply with his girls, the first time babe #3 gets sick, reality hits him. When the bby gets sick, you’re at work and Dae has to take care of him and he gets his sisters sick too
  • The Kim kids are known for their display of affection and constantly wanting attention, but bby #3 takes that to a whole new level. He is fairly young when he gets sick and he wants nothing but to lay on his daddy’s chest because that’s the safest place in the world. Dae is always at his aid 24/7 even sleeping with mom and dad  and is treated like a little prince. 
  • Sorry for talking about the son so much, it’s just such a headcannon.

Chanyeol:

Originally posted by dailypetal

  • It makes sense for a husband to want kids, but our Yeollie can’t help himself and winds up with five kids. And he wants more. 
  • His oldest would be a boy, then following a year after that, he’d get another boy. Then another year later, twin girls! And then two years later, he get’s another little boy. 
  • Chanyeol is the most hyper in the Beagle Line out of my eyes so you bet that Channie’s kids are the craziest of all the EXO kids. 
  • Starting out strong, his two boys are the life of the party in the pack house. They’re always putting on some show, running around or even playing one of dad’s instruments, you just know they’re there. And he loves watching them. 
  • He’s one of those dad’s that has no restrictions and mom is the head of the house no matter how much Chan wants to argue about it. 
  • Next come his twins and oh my god he can barely keep up. Them on top of their brothers, you and Channie still struggle getting sleep after the baby years are over because there are some nights to where they aren’t all asleep until almost two in the morning. 
  • The last pup is actually the tamest out of the five. Unlike his older siblings, he’s reserved on the normal but when he is with his siblings, he transforms into this wild child and there is no stopping him the crazy evil maknae. 
  • Chanyeol really loves his kids though. He takes the time out of everyday to wake up early to wake them all up in unique ways, showering all of them in affection and he gives out at least two hundred kisses a day. 
  • He’s also a huge role model for them because they admire all the things he does for them and he provides the most he can for his family.

D.O/Kyungsoo:

Originally posted by prkchaeyoung

  • Just like Kris, I feel like Soo would be blessed with two girls, but they would be two years apart. 
  • In the beginning when you and Soo had began to talk about kids, he honestly wanted one pup. He wasn’t in the baby fever as much as his other members were, Chanyeol, but once he got to experience parenthood, he couldn’t help but want another. 
  • His girls are his everything, including you of course. He is forever wanting to go out and show off his beautiful family. And he loves saying, “Do, party of four." 
  • His girls would heavily take after you with your looks and personaility, but they would have the unbelievable sass of their dad. 
  • SASS WARS WITH THE BYUN’S. 
  • They’re also a bit more hyper, most likely due to their hyper cousins. The girls bring Soo out of his shell by a mile-stone, but SatanSoo is also very present. 
  • Soo is very protective over his pups so not a lot slides by him. There is one day where babe #1 is getting bullied at school by a bunch of kids from their rival back and you bet your buttons that Soo is at the school bright and early ready to set the parents straight. "It’s bad enough we have to deal with you mutts, but you feel the need to teach your kids the same habits? Discusting." 
  • Like I said, don’t mess with his pups.

Tao/Zitao:

Originally posted by anki-tao

  • Our little diva would have twins, a boy and a girl.
  • So spoiled tbh. The most spoiled out of the whole pack. But he does it for the soul purpose to take care of them and give them the best because they deserve the world. 
  • But even though they’re spoiled, they’re hard working kids and they’re always helping mom or other members. Tao teaches them from a young age that you should always work and do your best and you will recieve the best in return. He is forever attached to them, like he never wants to put them down. 
  • And Tao is forever calling them 'my babies,’ or 'my pups.' 
  • He loves people asking about the little ones just so he can show them off. It’s his favorite thing to do. But he has the biggest smile on his face when he talks about them. He is SO proud of them. Then he’ll get carried away and he can talk about them for hours. 
  • Sehun: "Hyung, that’s great that they counted to five but I really need to go back to my work.” Tao: “But that’s not even the bEst PART.”

Kai/Jongin:

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

  • This is such a head canon of mine. Kai would have four kids, souly just to have his own army of kids.
  • His first born would be a boy then another boy two years later. Then he’d get in the baby fever again, and a year later he’s got twins(boy and girl). 
  • Just like Tao, he loves to spoil them. He wants his kids to have everything because they’re the best humans on the planet and never wants his pups to be without something. He gets banned from taking the kids to the grocery store because he spends WAY more than he needs to just because he gives into the puppy dogs faces. 
  • He is so fascinated with everything they do. One day he watches the twins color for a straight hour just because he is so fascinated on how focused they are and how they don’t color outside of the lines. 
  • And he is forever watching them sleep. 
  • And once the pups are born, Kai turns into a jungle gym. His princess is forever on his shoulders it’s her favorite place, one of the boys is wrapped around his left foot while the other is on his right leg, and he’s got the other boy dangling off of his arm(or Kai is carrying him). 
  • And as they grow up, he’s forever whining over his body being sore because they still crawl on him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sehun:

Originally posted by r-velvets

  • And last but not least I can see our maknae having three little pups: twin boys and then a year later a litte girl.
  • Headcanon, ever since he started to think of having puppies, he’s always wanted a girl. He wanted to have his own little princess that he could spoil to death but when his boys come along, he’s wrapped around their little fingers. Cried at their birth. 
  • He is forever holding them and he is always so interested in what they do and he wants to be right by their side every second of the day. 
  • And anytime you’re having a family movie night, he’s got the most loving look on his face as he watches you and your boys focusing on the silly movie. And family movie nights are a mUST, you have to have them at least two times a week. EXO is a big pack and of course he loves being with his members and their little pups all the time, but our Sehunnie loves being with just him and his boys. 
  • Then a little bit after it’s the boys first birthday, he’s like, “let’s have another baby.” And by golly does he get his little princess. Defiently cried when she was born. 
  • He litterally kills any flies that come her way because he is so protective over her. He is so gentle and causious with her. He was afraid to hold her at first and you swear that he actually thought she was made of glass. 
  • He is forever wanting to feed her or bathe her just so she can see her giggle and make some kind of mess. She is also forever on his chest sleeping and the boys are right beside her, wrapped up in his arms. 
  • Family naps also becomes a huge thing because it’s literally the best thing in the world and everyone is so warm and cuddly.
Smooth - Johnny [1]

Requested:
•Hello ^_^ Can I request a Johnny virgin (the girl is virgin) SMUT? Like they are in highschool or smth. Or like he is a BadBoy and she is innocent? What ever you like.But can you make it into actual smut pls. K love ya ️️️

A/N: Well, I decided to turn your request into a short series. Hope you don’t mind! I went with him being kind of more like a playboy I guess rather than the whole high school bad boy thing just to make the story more on the mature side. I apologize for the angsty beginning, I promise it will get fluffier as it goes along! Especially when it gets to the smut part. ;)

-Admin Kay

Pt 2   Pt 3   Pt 4   Pt 5   Pt 6

Part 1 - Alone

Genre: Angst

Rating PG-13

(language, minor sexual content, slight violence)

Word Count: 1,577

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anonymous asked:

Hey. Saw you were on. 😂 It's 3am here and I was wondering if you could do something where (Y/N) is Tyler's sister and is wary about her dating Josh, because Josh does it the old fashioned way and sort of "asks for her hand in datage" and she's all giggly and bubbly or something. I have no idea. I'm really sleepy but that sounds cute. You don't have ta if you don't want to.

Ahh sorry that this took so long anon, here is a little drabble, I changed the idea slightly and its pretty crap but here it is:

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Time After Time (Part 4 of 10)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: fluff, crying, language, some mild feeling up, ANGST!, HEARTBREAK!,

A/N: Tags moved to the end. Please don’t hate me for what this chapter entails.

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6a - 6b - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Age 17

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The Interpol, the FBI and a gunshot

So agents, gunshots, Charles being stupid and Erik worrying

Hope you like it! :)

The whole world is spinning, there is a vague sense of pain on his left shoulder but it doesn’t somehow feel like it’s his own. Actually it kind of feels like it does when he is in someone mind so Charles tries to reach out with his telepathy, but it is not there. He panics, he gets scared, and he does not know what’s going on.

“Charles, you’re going to be okay, you hear me? Don’t panic, please, you’re just going to hurt yourself more.”

Charles opens his eyes, but everything is out of focus, so he closes them again. He recognizes the voice though so he smiles a little.

“Oh you know me Moira, I’m always A-Okay.” This is all he can say before he passes out again.

Charles has been in hospital enough times to know when he is in one, although he has no recollection on how he got there. He peeks under his eyelids and is relieved to find that there are no bright lights in the room. It’s nighttime and Moira is there sleeping in a very uncomfortable looking chair beside his bed.

He lifts his hand to his shoulder, where he can feel some discomfort and when he feels the bandage, he remembers what happened. He got shot. He’s a stupid idiot who is really lucky that he is not hurt even worse. Running into the house without backup could’ve gotten him killed, but he just couldn’t let the suspect to run away again.

He approached the suspect and he is pretty sure that he put him to sleep but the suspect unfortunately fired at the same time and his shoulder was hit. Charles grunts and lets out a sigh. Erik is right about something at least. He is always saying that the protocols that restrict the use of his telepathy on suspects are stupid and…

Erik. Has someone told Erik that he has been shot?

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Three Cheers for Five Years

This is my fic for @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge! I had number 17. Blue Chair Bay Rum!

Warnings: Angst. Just the usual.

A/N: Stole the song title from Mayday Parade, but it’s not really based off the song. Guess you could spin it a little if you tried. And I know I promised Wayside Inn today but I needed to get this posted! Chapter 2 is queued for Saturday afternoon!

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Rome: Seven Minutes

Rome: Seven Minutes

A/N: I accidently a bit of sweet tea on my keyboard and fucked up the ‘h’ key, so it some word doesn’t make sense, just add a ‘h’ in it, maybe it’ll make sense then. I tried to got through and fix them all already. LMAO, what i was trying to type ‘ ‘h’ ‘ it kept coming out as ‘’

There’s so many “Seven minutes in heaven” stories, opefully i’m not too basic. And if you haven’t realized, short fics paranoid me, I had to make this different so it wouldn’t be under 2k words. *whoops*

I’M BACK ON THAT SMUT GRIND (lol jk, tis was easy to write until i got to the smut part)

Why is it so hard to find a serious picture of you bae I have so many but none of them are serious. Got to be basic and use a photoshoot on one -___-

REMINDER: Just in case you didn’t know, Christian is Rome’s orginal/English name.
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“WOAHH! Christian! You got Christian _____!!” Your friends cheered. The one person at the party you didn’t want to get. It’s not that you didn’t know him, in fact you’ve known him since before he moved here from Australia. But he always made you nervous. You were both really competitive but for some reason, you could never beat him, no matter how hard you worked.

You were both dancers since middle school, and in every talent show, he would always place one before you. Even in school, whenever you made a perfect grade, so would he; whenever he scored a 99, you would score a 98. It irritated you more than anything. Salty? Like hell, you were salty.

The only thing you were better at was cooking, singing and having a boyfriend and height too. He, like everyone, towered you. He was a terrorist in the kitchen and satan when he sang. And he’s had a few girlfriends but the relationships never lasted that long and you were sure it was because the girl couldn’t stand his arrogant personality.

”_______! Why are you still sitting there? Come on!!” Your friend Eric, who hosted the party, ushered you to get up. “Go girl! It won’t be that bad,” your friend Choa, sitting nesting you pushed you forward as your other friend Hyeri pulled you up. “I’m sure it’s going to be lots of fun!” She giggles as if to hint something.

“Whatever, you act like he’s Ravi or something,” you rolled your eyes. “You know the Rav____ ship sank before it even set sail right?” She jokes even though she wasn’t. “Rome!” She got his attention, Peniel had already dragged him in front of the room you and him would be waiting him and left.

He smiles at to Hyeri and gives you a blank to haughty expression. “Your timer starts the moment the door shuts,” she exclaims. “Hehe, enter holding hands!” She connects your hands together. “What! That’s not even a rule!” You clarified and pulled your hand away.

“Do it! It’ll be more fun!” Amber pushed on. You turned to see the whole crew in the living room had followed you. “What the heck guys! You weren’t watching when Hyeri and Henry were doing it! And you didn’t make them hold hands either! Same for Yura and Jonghyun!”

“Because they would do it without having to be asked,” Ray explains, “You know what? She’s never going to agree to holding his hands. Let’s just tie their hands together!” Your eyes shot bullets through Ray when the words fell from his lips.

“Ah! Yes! That’s really smart Ray! Let’s do it!” Amy cheered. She immediately moved over to Rome and pulled off his tie. He laughs, “You guys are too much.” “He means you guys are a bunch of assholes,” you say, “Don’t you fucking dare touch me!” You dodged Amy when she reached out for your wrist.

“You guys are so fucking childish!” The others start laughing. “Calm down _____! It’s only for seven minutes! You don’t have to even say anything!” “__________! Get back here! If you don’t get your ass over here then you’re paying for dinner the rest of the week!” Amy threatened.

“Uh-Agh…. fine,” you sighed and gave up. “Not so tight Amy! Why are you crossing our wrists?” You questioned. It wasn’t comfortable. “You complain too much, it’s not even tight,” Amy replies. “How the hell do you expect me to be comfort for seven minutes like this??” You complain again. “Twine your fingers with his!” Amy says, without making a move, Rome curl his fingers between yours first. “You’re always so difficult,” he retorts without looking at you.

“Okay that took way long than it should have,” Amber joins Amy and pushes both of you into the room. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Amy says, she starts patting you and Rome down, taking your phones away. “Christian, I need your watch too,” she tells Rome and takes off the watch herself.

“Okay, have a good time!” Amber gave a cheeky smile and slammed the door shut and put an additional lock on the door, since the built in lock could be unlocked from the inside. You heard the giggling decrease as the group moved back to the living room.

… … . .

After counting to ten, you began complaining again, “Isn’t it time already?? Swear, I bet they’re cheating on the time.” Rome sighs, “We just got here. And you know it could be worse right?” You sigh. He was right, it could be worse but who you were you kidding, this wasn’t even that bad. After all that alcohol, you could use some peace and quiet.

“Uhh.. Chri- Barom, what are you doing,” you could feel his warm breath on your neck. “You smell so fucking good, ______,” he says. His voice was unnecessarily breathy, you could feel every word on your skin. “Stop, you’re being so weird,” you say, shrugging your shoulders, hoping to push him off.

“I can’t, we’re tied remember?” Of course, how could you forget? But at least he doesn’t have to be this close to you! “Why are you being like this?” His fingers of his free hand tickled the skin under the hem of your sequin cami, but you brush them off. But that doesn’t stop him, he continues to touch you, cold hands landing on your somewhat bare tummy, giving you goosebumps. “Ro-”

“You’re so beautiful….. and attractive,” he hisses into your ears, sending shivers down your back. His hands gently snakes to you back and down underneath the cloth of your high-waisted shorts. “Rome… stop. Why are- you doing this?” you asked with short breaths.

“Why are you so nervous?” He whispers in your ear, “We’ve known each other forever.” “That’s not the point Christian,” you said, tempting to push him off but you were tied so it didn’t really make much difference. “Then what is?” he asks, cornering you again, his breath blowing against your forehead. Looking away, you don’t put effort in pushing him away so you just smirk.

“I have a boyfriend. That’s the point,” you sighed. He lowers his face to align with yours, “You think I’m convinced?” he chuckles, blowing your hair back. “He doesn’t even love you, he doesn’t even care.” You wanted to hit him but you remained calm. “Like all your friends said, the Rav______ ship sank before it set sail.”

You wish you couldn’t deny it but you couldn’t. Ravi, your boyfriend for over a year, didn’t really care about you anymore and you could care less about what he was really doing right now too. Why you were still together? You had no clue. It’s like you were just staying for the boyfriend and girlfriend title. To make Rome jealous? Was that it? You couldn’t even come up with a legit reason why you were with Ravi.

Sure, at first you and him were crazy about each other but after a year, it just faded. He didn’t even remember your anniversary, and you weren’t at all disappointed, though you should have been. Actually, you weren’t even expect anything.

“What the hell do you know?” you retort, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being correct. Without a verbal answer, his lips crash on yours. First you were pushing him off but he holds your tied hand against the wall on your head and the same with the other. Soon your reluctance pacified and your lips were beginning to move with his.

“Christ-” “Barom,” he corrects you the moment you open your mouth after he pulls away. “I feel closer to you when you use that,” he continues, his voice now was much more soothing. You felt like your chest was about to pop. You heart was beating so fast and you loud you were pretty sure he could hear it.

“I like you _______, a lot… no, I love you,” he begins confessing, “for a really long time, it’s almost sick.” He looks at you full of hope.

You gulped and bite your lower lip. “I… I…”

He shuts his eyes, ready to except your rejection. You were right, you had Ravi now, you had no business getting between you. The only thing he could do was wish you happiness.

“I think I like you too…” you confess. He looks into your eyes, , half surprised and half suspecting what he just heard. “You do?” The way he was looking you made you blush and you turned away in embarrassment and nod. “I don’t know when but… yeah.”

With his free hand, he turns your chin over so your eyes meet again. You blinked and when you opened your eyes, the next thing you know is his lips touching yours. It wasn’t long before you kissed him back and was even sooner that the kiss became hot and passionate. His tongue pushed past the entrance of your cavern and fought your tongue for dominance, which his effortlessly won.

His hands began to travel up your crop cami, not even realizing the time you let him go freely. You impatiently move the hand he had locked with yours down to your pants, motioning him to unbutton them. He smirks at your bold move. He moves your free hand to his pants so you guys could proceed together.

His hands immediately slipped in your panties the moment your shorts were off. Yours remained on the waistline of his boxers.  “Hmm… You’re so wet _______,” He purrs, it satisfied him more knowing he was getting you this excited. He was getting impatient as well and shoved your hands down his pants.

You already felt his hard on grinding on you but this the thing in your hand was massive. He fingers massages your with an increasing tension. “Barom… stop teasing,” you whimpered. With that you slip his boxers down.

His lips caress yours again, this time much hotter and sloppier than ever. He guides both hands both your head, pushing you forcefully against the wall. He knew he couldn’t waste much time so you on trying to take off your top. He pushed your top up above your breasts and attacked the skin under your bra with his hands. is lips now launched at your neck, sucking you sweet spot hard.

His member lines up with your womanhood. “Hmm are you ready ________?” he whispers into your ears. You groan in consent as he grind his hips against yours. With that, he thrusts his member deep down into you. You whimper from sudden pain then in pleasure.

He didn’t intend to make the first thrust so hard but it must have been the alcohol acting on him, but seeing your reaction threw his worries out the window.  He wraps your legs around his waist so you could be higher and he an easily thrust into you and so get deeper.

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. Your lips attacked his, your tongues fought for dominance and was again, his won. His kiss was almost just as intense as the pounding he was giving you against the wall. The way he was moving his hips was like magic. Just like the way he danced. All his moves were magic.

“Just thinking that… that shit you call… boyfriend’s… been in here… I can’t stand it…” He grunts between his thrusts, each time being harder than the previous. You moan and arch your back off the wall as you felt yourself tighten around him. Your fingers of your free hand entangled through his hair, his face buried at the nape of your neck, mercilessly sucking at the skin present. You were sure you were marked but you couldn’t think straight so you didn’t stop him. His mouth made the sensation more exquisite.

“Barom~” You moaned, you were close to your climax. You couldn’t even make out your whole sentence. The words you were stuck in your throat, you could feel it. “Yes, go baby,” Rome hissed in your ears. His voice, there was no saying no. You let go as his thrusts quickened. “Barom!!~ Oh my god!!~ Uh~” your scream fuse into a throaty moan.

Soon after your release, he shoots his load deep inside you. You hang your body against him weakly. It wasn’t proper sex but is by far the best sex you ever had. He was still holding your tied hand as your other arm was swung around his neck. You were exhausted but the same time you felt energized.

“Did I hurt you?” his voice was soft and gentle again. You felt like just melting against his body. You weakly shook your head. He smiles and kisses you softly. “Let’s get dressed.”

He quickly puts his clothes on in its usual position and helped you into yours. Right when you got your shorts on, the door introduced with a loud bang, reminding you you friends were just outside and you were challenged. You looked at Rome with wide eyes, “Fuck.”

“HOW MANY SEVEN MINUTES ARE YOU TWO PLANNING TO TAKE IN THERE?” the voice belonged to Amy’s. “How many seven minutes do you plan on locking us up in here!” Rome yelled back in reply. She unlocks and opens the door with her hands covering her eyes. Then removing them when she knew it was safe to look.

“You’ll made it!” Amber congratulated. You pull of his tie from your wrist the moment you step out the room.

“I thought they were going to kill each other in there,” Eric smirks knowingly.

“They did! Didn’t you hear the walls almost falling down?” Choa says.

“And look, Rome punched ________ so hard, he bruised her,” Amy teases, pointing out the mark on your neck.

“AMY!” you exclaimed, pulling your blazer up to cover the red skin.

You all return to the living room, sitting in your circle. Rome decides to sit next to you but you playfully push him away. “I told you the Ba______ ship was they way to go,” Amy whispers to you. You slap her leg as Rome pulls your hand into his.

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A/N: I feel kinda good about this, hopefully it get more notes than the other Rome fic!

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Dancing with the Linebacker - Chapter 8

Rated: M (Swearing)
This F***ing chapter is all over the place I’m sorryyyyyy
But on a plus side - THEY KISS!!!  (FINALLY!!!!)

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Kristoff walked into the studio and found Anna sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, her head buried in her arms.  Worry instaltly rolled within him.

“Anna, are you okay?”  He said rushing to her and dropping his bag.  He kneeled in front of her and gently placed his hand on her arm.  He expected to see tears in her eyes, but he saw a mixture of pain and anger when she lifted her head.

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Silver Lining ( Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N - After many hours of literal tears and resentment, I present you my first work on this blog! I have to thank @kori-the-cutie, @batlog (it won’t let me tag royslittleharper for some reason), and @maruthor, because without their support through the kind messages they’ve sent me, I’d probably not have posted this. So here it is, “Silver Lining!”


Sitting upon the steps out in front of the Wayne Manor, you look out into the distance, your vibrant e/c eyes searching for not just anyone, for him. It has been over four years since you’ve last seen him, but yet, you wouldn’t give up, not just yet. You weren’t one to give up on the people you care about. Sometimes you’d wondered whenever you looked up at the sky, if he was looking up too, thinking of the times the two of you would cuddle up on a blanket in a random park and just point out the constellations, trading stories of the past week and such.

It was a lovely thought, that he’d still remember you after all these years. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, either way, you weren’t going to give him up, not after all this time. “Oh, Jason Todd. If only you knew how much you drive me crazy…” You mutter under your breath before standing up, rubbing the sweat off your palms onto your jeans before turning to go back inside, after all, you didn’t exactly trust anyone except Alfred to cook, and the thought of the manor burning down due to an attempt at cooking on Tim’s part became one of your greatest fears.

You sigh as you cross your arms, walking throughout the seemingly empty home, the chill of the air around you sending a shiver down your spine. You never knew why you wanted to stay here, you just did. After his “death”, you just couldn’t leave, and when Bruce offered you a room to stay, you just took it, after all, you practically lived there! Still, despite your residence here, it didn’t feel like a home, it hadn’t ever since he had left, after Jason Todd had “died.” Although you knew that this world has many secrets, and as weird as it sounds, you wouldn’t exactly be surprised if he found a way to come back from the dead.

You came to a halt in the kitchen, picking up the cooking book that Alfred must have left out after lunch, looking down at all the gourmet meals that were showcased as you gently turning the pages with curiosity. “No offense, Alfred,” You say to yourself as you place it back on it’s designated spot on the kitchen bookshelf, “I’d rather a nice lasagna than a small serving of escargot…” and with that thought, you turn to take out all the pots and pans that you’ll need for your dinner meal.

Not to brag, but you thought that you were a pretty excellent cook. You’d usually joke to your friends (which literally consists of a coffee addict and the devil himself) that you’re the Justice League’s personal chef, and in many ways, it was true. There were many times that you went up to the Watchtower (with Batman’s consent, of course) to cook up lunch for the many members of the Justice League. To say the least, Green Arrow really liked your egg sandwiches and it was always nice to hear Zatanna compliment your homemade pizza, which you just so happened to be making at this very moment.

Sometimes you wondered why you even thought that Jason might come back, you went to his funeral for crying out loud, but somehow you still had hope, and that hope was probably the only thing that kept you going, or else you would’ve died of a broken heart far too long ago.

Many people pity you for these very ideals, but you had a feeling that you would know if the love of your life was dead, you were sure that you’d feel something horrible, a deep feeling that would lurk in the back of your mind, as if you were just waiting for someone to make things official, and you felt that for the first three weeks that you found out that he had died in the arms of Bruce Wayne himself, but then once the twenty-first day of his death hit you, you felt something, something you hadn’t felt ever since his death… you felt your heart skip a beat.

You wondered why so, as it only did that if Jason was around, and then you had a feeling… a feeling that you were sure had to mean something, and that’s when you first started looking out at the sky once more, trying to count the stars in hopes that somehow, it’d lead Jason back to you.

The beeping of the oven lulled you out of your thoughts, alerting you that the oven has preheated, and you quickly slip the uncooked pizza into the oven, setting the twenty-minute timer before leaning on the counter island behind you. It was at this time that you realize you’ve been standing in almost complete darkness, but you didn’t mind. You weren’t afraid, and you never will be, because with the mere thought of Jason coming back to you was enough to make you feel safe at night.

There were many things that you thought about while the pizza was cooking, but your mind always drifted back to Jason. They weren’t bad thoughts, of course, they were happy, vibrant, and full of life. “Just like Jason…” You mutter dreamily. You didn’t know why the memories of Jason came back today of all days, maybe it was a sign… Wait… a sign…

You decide to ignore the pizza and start making your way downstairs to the Batcave, patting Titus on the head before heading down the stairwell (because you’re old fashioned, and besides, it’s for dramatic effect!), hand gliding down the rail.

When you finally reached the last step, well… It was like a scene out of a movie, the way both or your eyes met, blue meeting e/c before running towards each other before you pulled him into an embrace, bumping foreheads together.

“Hey, doofus. Where’ve you been?”

“Away.”

“‘Away’?”

“Away, but what matters is that I’m here now, and that’s where I’m staying.”

That was when your lips met his for the first time in four years, and the only thing that you could keep your mind on is that, no surprise here, he’s still a great kisser.

That was also the moment that you heard the smoke alarm go off…

Great….

anonymous asked:

I need to say this and you seem a good person to scream into the void at. As someone who has a panic disorder and has overdosed and has a habit of gradually reframing things so I'm not at fault JACK ENRAGES ME. Fandom's refusal to consider the even the possibility of a mentally ill person being the one to fuck up a relationship is enraging! Being crazy is not a pass to be a dick! And all evidence suggests? JACK! IS! OFTEN! A DICK! when he's anxious. And this is after years of therapy! 1/2

2/2 What about when he was a teenager with a poorly managed mental illness and a fuckton of real pressure on him? Why are people so convinced he didn’t lash out and blame Kent for all kinds of shit? YOU SCORED A GOAL THAT WAS RIGHTFULLY MINE THAT MEANS YOU HATE ME FUCK YOU! I don’t ship Jack/Parse SPECIFICALLY because Jack still seems to be shifting blame for his own upset. He’s just more subtle about it now. okay i feel better now, thanks bro.

*pats you in the back* There, there.

Thank you so much for this insight and making me think about this. And you’re right, I don’t see why larger fandom don’t make Jack accountable? It rankles me a lot. For instance, he particularly says to Bitty that “he and Kent BOTH have a lot of things to apologize to each other for,” meaning he knows, he’s particularly aware, that he’s had a hand in their falling out. But now where does that particular piece of information go? When he and Bitty have their “bare-all,” he shifts all the blame to Kent, that it’s all Kent who’s pursuing, it’s all Kent who’s had feelings, etcetera etcetera. Jack further feigns nonchalance, “We only hooked up a few times, I don’t think he got over it”.  This, when in Parse III, he tells Kent when Kent says he misses him: “You always say that,” and I’m like, really? The comic always portrays him as this big goof who’s clueless about a lot of things but that’s just lying??? to me. The way he continuously treats his (former) bestfriend, to me, was brazenly inconsiderate and just plain cruel.

My headcanon about it was that the Samwell crowd is a crowd that doesn’t challenge him, in that nobody there plays up to his level; he’s the big fish around these parts and that’s why he feels comfortable around them. Remember when ignores Bitty because he scored a goal? Yeah that was him having a tantrum because things didn’t go his way.  

These inconsistencies, i’d always chalked it up to retcon or inconsistent characterization/writing or whatever, but what you said have merits, in that we never really examine Jack in the light of his illness, because the canon doesn’t explore that. Canon makes it purely episodic, and by episodic, one time: with Kent, and that’s why Kent becomes an easy target for many. Obviously, the comic makes a flawed oversimplification of anxiety disorder so much, so much that it makes Jack’s character inconsistent, at the very least. At most, it’s a very poor depiction of mental health illness. Now that it won’t tackle mental illness and any form of ~angst~ anymore, Jack to me, all things considered, is a douchebag.

On a sidenote, I do ship jackparse because canon doesn’t matter to me anymore. Jackparse is only enjoyable where the character’s actions have legit consequences, and conflicts would want to be resolved painstakingly, and boy it’s all the more sweeter. So yeah, in my head:

Symptoms of Jack’s mental health issues actually manifest. Jack knows deep down he’s been a douchebag, and he eventually acknowledges he’s a douchebag. He confronts his fears in reliving that part of his past, because confronting your fears are actually part of getting better, especially for those with panic disorder, I’ve been told. Jack doesn’t revise his history only to suit his side of the story. Jack realizes that everyone is better in the NHL and that it’s a team sport; Kent has played longer in the big league and is thus better, and Jack will learn to accept that. Jack gets better because he’s excavated that part of himself that he denies exists, and he deals with it because it isn’t any other person’s responsibility except himself. If he goes to win the Stanley Cup in that scenario, why not.

Meanwhile, in canon, Jack is still a douchebag.

After the accident, after Rhett thought that he had lost him, his best friend, his partner, his lover, his companion, his everything, he was so afraid of ever losing him again. He knew that he was being overprotective, not even so much for Link’s sake, but his own.

Never did he think about losing the most important thing in his life, and now that its what’s on his mind majority of the time, it eats at him. When they’re not together, is he okay?, when they are together, relax, he’s okay

 Every now and then his brain wanders off into wondering what it would be like if he did lose him, he has dreams. Dreams of seeing those beautiful eyes that always had so much life drain into nothingness, dreams of hearing the words “I love you come out as his love takes his last dying breath. Link was fine and he knew that, but still, what if? 

He remembered what he asked Link in the ambulance, as he held his hand so tightly, what he thought might’ve been his last words to him, “are you mine?”I’m yours, always” replied the weak and broken voice. In this memory he found comfort. It became the first thing he would think about when those dreams would wake him, when he was gone and worried about him being alone, are you mine? It became a regular thing. Even after Link completely recovered, are you mine?

Right before they would film GMM everyday, are you mine? At night when they made sweet love and he would whisper it so softly in his ear, are you mine? In the mornings when the sunshine would glow through their curtains and their bodies still tangled from the night before, are you mine? After writing a successful song, are you mine? 

For 40 years they did that every day, several times a day. They both well knew the answer, but still it never grew tiring. 40 years… Link is 78, Rhett 79. Rhett lay in his bed, kids, grandkids, old and new friends have come and gone, but one never left his side, Link. He held his hand, sat their awake as his love slept, reminiscing on 73 years worth of memories. Rhett had his moments where he was almost in his mind and could consciously talk to his love. They mostly talked about stories together, “Remember that time on GMM…” and “I can’t believe when you did…” 

 On his last day, everyone knew it was his last. He hadn’t been conscious in days, hadn’t eaten or talked, just slept, but not gone just yet. Link still sat there though, holding his hand, talking to him about all kinds of things just like he always did, hoping that he would wake up one last time, say one last thing, even if it was a know-it-all comment. He had nearly dosed off when he heard that weak and pitiful yet so strong and confident voice say his name. He though about how crazy it was that even after all these years, that little five year old with the squeaky voice giggling his name still sounded exactly the same as this old man did today. He looked up to see a smiling Rhett. He leaned in to listen.

 “Link,” 

 “I’m here Rhett, it’s Link, I’m here, baby, I’m here.”

 "Are you mine?”

He knew the answer, they both did, but of course like the 40 years before, he always answered back. 

 “I’m yours, always.” 

Rhett smiled softly and brought link’s aged hand up to his mouth and kissed it, and with that, he was gone. 

 Link smiled at his love that lay so peacefully in the bed and repeated the famous line, “I’m yours, Rhett. Always.” Then he too, smiled weakly and faded off into forever.