the people in my city are weird


“Your hands are empty,” you note in a level tone, palms flat against the arms of your throne.

a piece for @callmearcturus‘s jam fic, chamomile, rose water, and other unlikely intoxicants, i tried to do a weird gif thing

companion jake piece probably coming up later, provided this art block doesn’t continue to ruin my life

I screwed up my first year of high school. To some people, it doesn’t look like it. But with a combination of mental illness, not amazing friends and a lack of discipline, I’m glad I barely remember that. But that screw up of a year taught me more than any high school teacher could. Now let me share these things with you. Just a warning, this will most likely be a chaotic rambling of everything in my head.

Mental illness is a legitimate thing do not accuse someone of lying about their mental illness. Don’t do it. You can blame a lot of things on how you were young and stupid, but the question is, are you still being what you call ‘young and stupid’? Now is that a good thing or a bad thing? Learn to laugh at yourself. You do that by putting yourself in weird situations. Walking around the city in a onesie and bright pink vans was a great time. It made me more comfortable in my skin. Own yourself. Simplicity is beautiful. Trust me. You don’t need to get smashed at a party when you’re underage to have fun, trust me on this, I’ve seen way too many incredible people screw up such a great part of their lives by getting smashed at parties and doing drugs when they’re barely 13. Don’t. Beauty isn’t everything, you’ve got a brain. Use it. Such a unique mind shouldn’t go to waste due to societal expectations. You’ve got a heart that’ll melt even the coldest of minds. Find your escape. Books, music, painting, whatever. The world can be overbearing, don’t let it get to you.

Put your all into everything. Don’t half arse anything. If you think you’ve done enough, do it three more times. Check out three more websites. Go through your flashcards three more times. Three is a magical number. What do you enjoy? Okay good, do it often. Who cares if you can’t exactly put it on your resume. Sexuality is a thing, respect other people’s and don’t be ashamed of yours. Do things, but for the right reason. Don’t do a certain co curricular only because it’ll look good on your resume, do it because you enjoy it. Don’t stop doing something because you think other people are better than you. Maybe they are, but that doesn’t mean you can’t improve.

You’re going to change. You’ll never be the same person again. And that’s not a bad thing. But always remember, your mind is a compass pointing you to your final destination. And your final destination is the place where you draw your final breath. And you can ignore it all you want, but you’re going to die at some point. So stop wasting today being someone who you don’t want to be or not growing into the person you want to be, because life is dynamic. To the point where it will end but we have no idea when.

—  I found this in notes, I wrote this a year ago and it still stands.
YOI Fan Rec Friday


Thank you for all your recommendations this week! 

Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife​ and anonymous:
the ship of dreams by casscaixn, laurxnts, Explicit, 50k (WIP)
Yuuri and Victor board the Titanic having never crossed paths—Yuuri had won his tickets in a last-minute game of cards, Victor had boarded as the first-class son of a business tycoon, destined to inherit his father’s millions. The last thing they expect is to be caught up in each others’ lives, and to become desperately entangled in a love affair that threatens to ruin them both.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Start Of Life by livixbobbiex, Explicit, 20k
After winning a bet, Yuuri had been overjoyed that he’d managed to avoid having a large, celebrity style wedding, in exchange for allowing Viktor to plan and have full control over their honeymoon. Yuuri had been mentally preparing himself for flamboyant luxury, only to land up in a ‘middle of nowhere’ town in provincial Russia.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
What you should know about dating a man with children by SassySalchow (diedraechin), Gen, 2.8k
Viktor smiled at the woman even though he could feel his heart cracking into a million pieces.  “You have absolutely adorable children.” / “Yeah, Yuuri, why didn’t you tell us you had kids?” Chris asked while taking a selfie with the three. / “WHAT?!”

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The World Opened With You by DiAnna44, Teen, 10k
Despite the smiles famous violinist Victor Nikiforov puts on for the world, he’s been in a slump for almost two years, and no longer views himself as worthy of his fame. When he’s paired up to play a duet with esteemed pianist Yuuri Katsuki, he finds inspiration once again, and maybe even something more.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon:
Yuuri!!! on Floor by thehandsingsweapon, Not Rated, 67k
The gymnastics edition, in which Viktor is still a skater because he’s too pretty on ice and I couldn’t take it away from him. A story about how sometimes love comes slow and soft, and how hearts get bigger when they break.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Chasing Viktor by TheMonsterWhoWentEast, Teen, 79k (WIP)
Soulmates and soul marks were private, intimate things. He’s heard about them in passing, from the hushed voices of his parents, the drunken slurring of his older sister and ballet teacher, and the quiet, but sweet whispers of his friends from the rink. The day Yuuri Katsuki finds his soul mark, he was nursing a throbbing headache and a terrible hangover.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
November’s Secret by LanaBerry, Mature, 18k (WIP)
Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it’s you, then it’s less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona. But it works a little too well. Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he’s been loosely basing his new persona on for years.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @aeriamamaduck:
Exceeding Expectations by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato), Explicit, 8.3k
Sighing, Yuuri took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand before he switched off the light. Somehow, he was Japan’s figure skating champion, GPF silver medalist, Viktor Nikiforov’s live-in fiancé, and still a virgin.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
In Our Dreams by phoenixwaller, Explicit, 44k (WIP)

Victor Nikiforov, the Junior World Figure Skating Gold Medalist, has a secret skill. He has the ability to dreamwalk; to visit the minds of others while his body sleeps. The evening after his Junior Worlds exhibition performance he finds himself in the mind of a young Japanese skater, Yuri Katsuki. He feels the boy’s awe at watching the performance, and is overwhelmed at Yuri’s desire to skate against the Russian one day.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Beautiful by saltycvs, Explicit, 8.9k (WIP)
At 23 years old, Yuuri Katsuki is still a virgin, lives with his best friend Phitchit, and eats 2 minute ramen noodles on a daily. He has a Russian tutor, Viktor, who’s way too hot for his own good. They have one hour lessons every Thursday. Here’s the catch: it’s all for Yuuri’s gay erotica novel because he’s a trashy romance writer.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
& Action!!! by Inu_Sensei, Explicit, 32k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov five tine Oscar winning actor from Russia and now employed on the biggest acting company in Asia and collaborates with its newest and ‘Rising Asian Action Star’ from Hasetsu together. Will he be able to cope with the new genre that he chose or will he be having trouble with his co-star?

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Ink on Ice by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia), Teen, 43k
Because a mangaka and figure skater just didn’t mix together. Or so people thought until they saw Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
premier dans mon coeur by aphhun, Teen, 43k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov is the top standard for men’s figure skating, aiming to win his sixth consecutive Grand Prix Series. However, he’s been lacking inspiration in recent years. Yuuri Katsuki is the newest premier danseur of the Bolshoi Ballet, and accompanies Lilia to assist in training the up and coming Yuri Plisetsky. All the while, Yuuri’s trying to prepare for his own debut.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Blue Roses by Fauks, Gen, 40k
The royalty, ABO Soulmate AU that no one asked for.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by @chessala:
Through A Mirror Darkly by Chessala, Teen, 3.5k
When 13-years old Yuuri finds a mirror in the hot springs storage room, he certainly didn’t expect to meet a boy called Viktor through it. What he expected even less was the way in which this meeting would twist his life in the years to come.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Take Me Home by AlexLKerr, Gen, 2.5k
Yuuri’s having a rough time settling into Saint Petersburg. Victor’s there for him.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Way to a Man’s Heart is Through His Stomach by futuresoon, Explicit, 17k (WIP)
In desperate need of a new job and a new apartment, recently unemployed baker Yuuri Katsuki moves to a part of the city he doesn’t know much about and gets a position in a family friend’s bakery he’s never been to. But the people there are kind of weird, and the bakery gets some strange orders. At least one of his neighbors is nice. Probably not human, and has weird eating habits, but nice.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Finally, I Can Show My True Skill by RoseusJaeger, Mature, 17k (WIP)
Yuuri is finally playing osu! for the first time since his major failure at the osu! World Cup the year before. He returns to be greeted by top players and ultimately by elite mapper, and his very idol, Viktor Nikiforov. Now that he’s returned to the game he once succeeded at, how will he fight his way to the top? As a pro-player or the path of a respected mapper?

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
shine on, shine on (until there isn’t darkness) by yukilee, Gen, 2.3k (WIP)
In which yuuri is fighting his way up the entertainment chain—some place beside viktor, and tumblr decided to pop in and say hello.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Quadruple Flip by haganenoheichou (bondageluvr), Mature, 16k
Viktor Nikiforov didn’t quit skating to look for inspiration. He quit skating because of his damn knee.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Etched Glass by shulkie, Mature, 5.9k (Major Character Death)
Viktor is a glassmaker for Yakov’s time piece shop. On his free days he skates on the frozen shores outside their village. After he saves an injured seal, a mysterious and handsome stranger appears on the shore and follows him home, but Viktor can’t persuade him to stay.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Comfort Food by youaremarvelous, Mature, 20k (WIP)
Viktor is a wildly popular male model who is in crisis over aging out of the industry. He runs into Yuuri, an international university student struggling to make friends in the big city, and decides to make him his pet project. Unfortunately, matchmaking isn’t as easy as he thought it would be—especially when he starts developing complicated feelings for his client.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Teen, 86k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…
That’s a long story.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
‘Cause I’m a Taker, 'Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Explicit, 61k (WIP)
The story of how Yuuri Katsuki slept with, dated, fell in love with, and married Victor Nikiforov. Yes, in that order.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot, Teen, 39k (WIP)
Victor honestly didn’t know what he was expecting when he put out the ad for a roommate to help pay rent for his apartment.

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episode 001-004.

  • ‘something’s coming. something hungry for blood.’
  • ‘wait a minute. did you hear that?’
  • ‘we’re in deep shit!’
  • ‘don’t be a pussy!’
  • ‘just twenty more minutes!’
  • 'yeah, she’s turning into a real jerk.’
  • ‘the cause of the power outage is still unknown.’
  • ‘he came home last night, right?’
  • ‘that’s disgusting.’
  • ‘do it, freak!’
  • ‘it’s like you have superpowers or something.’
  • ‘we just made out a couple times.’
  • ‘i’ll climb through your window. she won’t even know i’m there.’
  • ‘mornings are for coffee and contemplation.’
  • ‘he’s not like that. he wouldn’t do that.’
  • ‘the entire east wing will be evacuated within the hour.’
  • ‘she can’t have gone far.’
  • ‘you think you can steal from me, boy?!’
  • ‘this isn’t some lord of the rings book.’
  • ‘do i make myself clear?’
  • ‘is that why you ran away?’
  • ‘you gotta answer a few of my questions first.’
  • ‘all i know is that she’s scared to death.’
  • ‘you think we got a problem here?’
  • ‘we should be helping look for him.’
  • ‘i always had a distaste for science.’
  • ‘i always figured there was enough going on down here, i never needed to look elsewhere.’
  • ‘this is crazy.’
  • ‘smile looks good on you.’
  • ‘we’re not going back.’
  • ‘i know i haven’t been there for you.’
  • ‘i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.’
  • ‘i should’ve been there for him.’
  • ‘this was not your fault.’
  • ‘do you guys hear that?’
  • ‘is that blood?’
  • ‘you’re freaking her out!’
  • ‘this is mental.’
  • ‘she’s probably a psycho.’
  • ‘and tomorrow night, we go back out.’
  • ‘hey, um… i never asked your name.’
  • ‘i can’t eat.’
  • ‘you can’t get like this, okay?’
  • ‘we’ve been waiting six hours.’
  • ‘we’ve been searching all night.’
  • ‘he was scared.’
  • ‘if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. he’ll hide.’
  • ‘he’s good at hiding.’
  • ‘cops are good at finding.’
  • ‘you’re in trouble, aren’t you?’
  • ‘they want to hurt you? the bad people?’
  • ‘just stay here, okay? stay here.’
  • ‘what do you say? are you in or out?’
  • ‘oh god… that’s depressing.’
  • ‘i just wanted to say, you know, um… i’m sorry about everything. everyone’s thinking about you.’
  • ‘he’s a smart kid.’
  • ‘all that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters.’
  • ‘pretty.’
  • ‘just trust me, okay?’
  • ‘i’m so sick of your excuses.’
  • ‘he’s not coming, is he?’
  • ‘you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.’
  • ‘i don’t know where my boy is. he’s gone.’
  • ‘did you see him? last night? on the road?’
  • ‘i’m not mad at you.’
  • ‘is everything okay?’
  • ‘promise.’
  • ‘i need you alive for the next few days, at least.’
  • ‘missing kid, suicide… you must feel like a big city cop again, huh?’
  • ‘are you out of your mind?!’
  • ‘i think she knows what happened to him.’
  • ‘do you know where he is?!’
  • ‘stop it! you’re scaring her!’
  • ‘that boy was never very good at taking care of himself.’
  • ‘why am i just hearing about this?’
  • ‘it’d be super weird if i’m not there…’
  • ‘it’s just a loud noise. it’s okay.’
  • ‘they won’t tell anyone about you. they promise.’
  • ‘we wouldn’t have upset you if we knew you had superpowers.’
  • ‘what is “friend”?’
  • ‘you promised that you’d go.’
  • ‘we’re gonna have a great time.’
  • ‘he just wants to get into your pants…’
  • ‘make sure i don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.’
  • ‘you ever feel cursed?’
  • ‘hey, come back inside.’
  • ‘you are a cliché, you do realise that?’
  • ‘yeah, she’s smart, you douche!’
  • ‘you’re bleeding.’
  • ‘just go ahead and go home, okay?’
  • ‘jesus, you scared me!’
  • ‘i didn’t think it’d be a big deal.’
  • ‘you can talk to me.’
  • ‘nothing happened.’
  • ‘you need to stop this, okay?’
  • ‘people are looking for him and they’re going to find him.’
  • ‘can you just try and get some sleep? can you do that for me?’
  • ‘you seriously think that the weirdo knows where he is?’
  • ‘if there is something out there, i’m gonna shoot it in the eye - and blind it.’
  • ‘use your powers, okay?’
  • ‘if you get hungry, eat his snacks, okay?’
  • ‘i know the kid’s not in there, but i gotta check off this box.’
  • ‘no one breaks in here. certainly not some kid.’
  • ‘who’s in charge here?’
  • ‘science doesn’t make any damn sense to me.’
  • ‘i seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.’
  • ‘he’s in danger.’
  • ‘he’s dead.’
  • ‘i’m a dick.’
  • ‘he must really have something to hide.’
  • ‘yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.’
  • ‘this is called stalking.’
  • ‘that’s the thing about perverts. it’s hard-wired into them. you know, they just can’t help themselves.’
  • ‘maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho.’
  • 'why did they hurt you?’
  • ‘friends tell the truth.’
  • ‘i understand.’
  • ‘tell me what to do.’
  • ‘i think something happened. something terrible.’
  • ‘this is CIA-sanctioned research.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that there’s some grand conspiracy. i’m just saying maybe something happened.’
  • ‘maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn’t have.’
  • ‘hiding.’
  • ‘don’t waste your time with her.’
  • ‘we are not calling the cops!’
  • ‘please tell me it’s not the kid.’
  • ‘you were supposed to help us find him alive.’
  • ‘why did you lie to us?’
  • ‘what is wrong with you?’
  • ‘whoever you found is not my boy.’
  • he was hiding from that thing.’
  • ‘you’ve gotta stop this…’
  • ‘you’re talking about grief.’
  • ‘i swear to you, i know what i saw. and i’m not crazy.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that you’re crazy.’
  • ‘i need you to believe me.’
  • ‘i want you to try and get some sleep, if you can.’
  • ‘can you please stop that?’
  • ‘i thought we were friends, you know? but friends tell each other the truth.’
  • ‘you hurt me.’
  • ‘are you sure you’re gonna be alright here by yourself?’
  • ‘screw his funeral!’
  • ‘yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me? that’s crazy.’
  • ‘i don’t know… i was scared.’
  • ‘my parents are gonna murder me!’
  • ‘this is not an okay time for you to shut down.’
  • ‘maybe he’s haunting us.’
  • ‘he’s out there somewhere. all we have to do is find him.’
  • ‘you look pretty good.’
  • ‘we just talked.’
  • ‘the troopers are on duty and you should be safe because we think this is just an isolated incident.’
  • ‘remember, if anyone sees us, look sad.’
  • ‘do you think you can open it?’
  • ‘abort.’
  • ‘she’s missing and something terrible happened to her. i know it! and no one is listening to me!’
  • ‘just leave me alone!’
  • ‘pull me out! pull me out!’
  • ‘what? who is interested in this? this is so stupid.’
  • ‘mouth-breather.’
  • ‘i think that’s a real messed up thing to do.’
  • ‘grief shows itself in funny ways.’
  • ‘i shouldn’t have come here today.’
  • ‘she’s smart. she’s real smart.’
  • so why are you lying to me, man?’
  • ‘what’s your problem, bud?’
  • ‘stick your nose someplace else.’
  • ‘thanks for ruining the game, dick.’
  • ‘you’re gonna get us both killed!’
  • ‘she’ll find him.’
  • ‘i need you to find him.’
  • ‘hurt him?’
  • ‘i i guess i’d rather observe people than, you know…’
  • ‘jesus, the hell happened?’
Stage Door (Daveed x Reader)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).

A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.

At least it was Friday. You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch Netflix.  The entry level job you had been given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or listening to music.  Though it was tedious it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for once.  

“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”

You sighed.  Your cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she had criticized your choice of outfit.  

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The Joker x Reader- “What You Wish For”

He always blurs out things when he’s mad and takes it out on the wrong people. If he wants you and your daughter to be gone, why not grant his wish? After all, the great Joker doesn’t need anybody around.

“…and you two are always around, I wish you would just disappear!” J grumbles, irritated that his plans for last night’s kidnapping went downhill. Of course he has to take it on somebody and since you and your daughter happen to be right there…again…

“Hey, knock it out!” you urge him, noticing Emma squeezing harder on her teddy bear. She keeps on looking at you and her dad, uneasy. “That would be enough, don’t say things like this in front of our kid!” you frown, stopping what you’re doing for the moment, which is folding her little dresses.

“I mean it, I want you two to vanish! You are in my way, I want to be alone! I need peace and quiet,” he snarls, pacing around the living room, pointing his finger at Emma.

“Where…where should I go, daddy?” she whimpers, backing out a bit.

“I don’t give a damn, just get out of my sight!” The Joker replies, going out on the balcony.

“Are you serious?!” you mutter, not believing what just came out of his mouth. Emma starts crying and you have to go and hug her, trying to comfort a child that doesn’t understand her father’s outbursts. “Daddy didn’t mean it, honey, ok? He’s just upset. Go get ready for bed and I’ll come tuck you in. Stop crying, he didn’t mean it,” you wipe her tears, feeling your heart sink.

“D-does daddy h-hate me?” she stutters in your ear, sniffling.

“No, of course not, never! He can’t hate his little Pumpkin, there’s no way,” you smile, reassuring her, caressing her back to make it better. “Come on, go get ready, I’ll be right there,” and you put her down, watching as she slowly heads towards her bedroom. You deeply inhale and follow J on the balcony, determined to make things right.

He is sitting on the couch, fidgeting with his gun. You stomp towards him and yank the pistol out of his hand, tossing it on the concrete.

“Don’t say mean things to your daughter, do you hear me? She’s not even 6 yet!”
“Get lost, Y/N!” he growls, pushing you away.

“No, I’m not getting lost!” you place yourself in front of him again. “You made her cry, are you happy about that? All that she knows is that you’re her dad and she loves you, she doesn’t grasp your … complicated behavior,” you make it sound as nice as you can since you want to strangle him on the spot.

“Shut up, Y/N!” J reaches for his gun but you take his hand and hold it in place.

“No, you have to go and make it up to her; you shouldn’t say such horrible things to Emma! I don’t care you are in a foul mood, deal with it!” you snap at him, annoyed. You let go of his hand and lift his chin up, forcing him to look at you since he’s avoiding your gaze.

“Is she…really crying?” he sighs, biting on his cheek. The bitter expression on your face confirms it. The Joker grunts, suddenly relaxing his shoulders and unexpectedly burying his face on your tummy. “I didn’t mean it…” you hear his muffled voice and you kick his shin, distancing from him.

“What would you do without us, hm? Don’t take us for granted!” and you turn your back, storming inside, not waiting for an answer. It won’t be a nice one anyway.


The Joker gets inside Emma’s room, watching her play with the toys before bedtime.

“What are you doing, little Princess?” he asks, scratching his head because he doesn’t really know how to handle the situation.

“Waiting for mommy to put me to bed,” she answers getting up from the carpet, a bit startled, squeezing on her teddy bear.

“Wanna fix my hair?” J offers, fully aware that’s her favorite thing to do.

“Really?” she gasps, already searching for the comb, so excited for the opportunity. Children have such a way of being resilient.

He seats on the floor with the back against her bed. She crawls behind him and carefully starts combing his green hair, tracing the strands with her tiny hand.

“Ahhh, that feels good, Pumpkin Pie,” he purrs, closing his eyes. “You’re doing a great job. Can you purr for me?”

She leans over and makes some silly sounds, trying so hard to imitate him and J chuckles, grabbing both of her hands and covering them in kisses.

“I don’t want you to go away, alright?” J tils his head backwards, watching her giggle when he tickles her sides.

“Ok, daddy,” she kisses his Damaged tattoo and he senses that weird ache in his chest again. It’s a strange type of pain The Joker can never quite pinpoint.

You stop in the doorway, leaning against the wall and watch them, pleased your daughter looks happy now.

“Time for bed, honey,” you announce but let him tuck her in. “Did you do daddy’s hair? It looks great,” you praise her, kissing her goodnight and Emma nods a yes, thrilled you like it.

The Joker leans over to cover her with the blanket and kisses the tip of her nose. Emma locks her hands around his neck and pulls him down so she can hug him.

“I love you, daddy,” she snickers, waiting for him to say it back.

“Me too,” J shortly replies, attempting to get out of it.

“No, daddy, you have to say it!” your daughter whines and it makes you so proud.

Good girl, you think. You’re the one that taught her to make J say the words because he needs to: a reminder never hurts.

“I did,” he cheats, trying to trick her.

“No, you have to saaaaay it,” she cups his face, waiting.

“You sound like your mom, you know that?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I love you too; are we done here?” J mumbles, kissing her one more time and letting go.

“Yes, daddy, we’re done,” she snatches her teddy bear from you and widely smiles when you wink at her, approving the strategy you worked on so hard. She’s not your kid for nothing.


J watches you change for bed and you glance at him, not being in the mood to talk anymore. He doesn’t say a word either so you just turn off the light and go on your side of the bed, knowing you will fall asleep soon because you are tired.

“Say, Kitten, are you going with me tomorrow? I need you for the heist,” he starts the conversation.

“Maybe,” you yawn, punching your pillow to make it more comfortable.

“You know, I really wanted to…”

You fakely snore, louder and louder, interrupting, hinting he should stop talking.

“Very funny, Baby Doll. You’re hilarious,” he mocks you, finding it hard to stay awake. “Do you still love me?” J sarcastically inquires and he distinguishes your fingers in the dim night light, showing just a small gap between the thumb and index. “That’s it?!”

“Yeap, already too much” your answer promptly comes and you get under the sheets, not wanting to continue the dialogue. “I’m exhausted.”

He wants to say something harsh but ends up babbling stuff to himself as you ignore his behavior.


“We’re going to the park and then for a drive. I’ll be back in time,” you little note on the kitchen table lets J know of your plans when he wakes up. He spends the day preparing for tonight, instructing his henchmen on what to do and gathering supplies for the robbery. Why aren’t you texting back? The Joker hates it when he sends you messages and you don’t respond right away.

A few more hours pass by, still nothing. And why didn’t you two return yet? You have to go with him tonight. Texting again for the 50th time, no reply… and again, and again. Couple more hours go by…it’s getting dark, no sign from you. Time passes by and nothing.

J starts to get impatient. It’s night time now and he has to cancel the plans. Everything is postponed. My God, he’s not thrilled about it but there is no trace of you so he forgets he is mad about his ruined scheme. He calls around to see if anybody saw you or heard from you. Nobody did.

Where are my girls? he wonders, reading the message from Frost that lets him know the henchmen didn’t find anything around town. The Joker sent them all out and about to search for you and he stayed behind at the penthouse, just in case you will return. What if someone took you? The thought makes him squirm on his chair. What if you just…left? That’s impossible, there is no way you would… …right?… What if you got caught? Would they take you to Arkham? The police station?…

1 in the morning and he is getting more and more restless and worried on your disappearance. It’s so unlike you to do such a thing, even if you fight you never leave him hanging: you always text him back or tell him your whereabouts.

Where are my girls?

He finally has the peace and quiet he was so adamant to request this morning, but dammit, the silence is deafening. This is what it feels like without you and Emma around? You are always around. J doesn’t like the quietness. At all. Or the weird ache in his chest again.

If nothing turns up in a few hours, he will look for you two himself with the whole crew, even hire more people. Swipe the city to every little corner until he finds something. Will he find anything? He has to, no other option.

The Joker needs his girls back.


“Ssstttt, be quiet, honey,” you tell Emma as you close the door behind you. You pick her up in your arms because she is very sleepy and fussy. You went to the park and then got out of Gotham for a drive. You really wanted to take her to the woods on the old deserted highway because it’s your favorite spot: you can see deers out there and so much wildlife she would have surely enjoyed. But your car broke down in the middle of nowhere and on top of everything  your phone died and you didn’t have the charger with you.

The entire day you tried to find the problem and fix it with no success. Then the night came and you couldn’t see well anymore and decided to wait until the morning. You were lucky another vehicle passed you by and the driver stopped to help. The guy had no idea who you were but it didn’t made you less alert and prepared to kill in case he turned out to be a psycho. Ha, that’s a good one. You actually softly laughed at the idea: a woman like you suspecting someone else of being a psycho.

But… he was actually able to start your car and you drove right back to Gotham.

3 in the morning- jeez, what a looong day!

You walk in the master bedroom and you see The Joker sleeping on your side so you have to go on his, carefully placing Emma in the middle and finally winding down.

“Daaaddyyyy…” she snuggles to his chest, half asleep, realizing he’s there.

He opens his eyes and gulps, crushing her in his arms while she winces, uncomfortable.

“I can’t breathe…” she complains, already dozing off and he loosens his embrace, reaching for you.

“Where…where were you????????” he whispers, concerned but striving to conceal how distressed he still is.

“The stupid car broke down”, you hum, keeping it down for your daughter, scooting over towards him as much as you can without squashing your kid,” and the phone died too. The whole thing was such an ordeal, really bad luck. I am beat. Did you go on the heist?”

“Yeah,” J lies. “Why, you think I wouldn’t go without you?” he hisses but you don’t even care. You are already snoozing, holding his hand on top of Emma.

“Didn’t you enjoy the day without us though?” you struggle to say in your sleep. “You didn’t want us around…”

“Yeah, it was great,” The Joker intertwines his fingers with yours, continuing even if you don’t really hear him anymore at this point. “ I had fun without you two.”

My girls are back, he thinks, finally at ease after being on the edge all day. And the weird ache in his chest makes him take a deep breath. It’s a strange type of pain he can never quite pinpoint.



Growing up in Detroit is the best thing that has ever happened to me that I did not choose. […] I was fortunate to grow up in a very strong cultural environment around a lot of Black people, who when you are judged, it is not as “the Black girl in class,” or as “the only minority.” I grew up being judged as Simone, the kid who is kind of weird, and is a little goofy, but also really smart. For me, that was a confidence builder, and it did so much to help shape me into the woman that I am today. I am forever grateful to that city, and to the people who allowed me to be me. I wish that more people could experience that, and I hope that one day when I’m able to start a family that my kids will be able to live in an environment that also encourages that.

A few months ago, I had the honor of doing a presentation at Beach-a-palooza entitled: Rock People: Identification and Defense.  Songs and mimes are all fun and all, but the people need to know THE TRUTH!!!

This is a little animated GIF I put together based on my diagrams.  Just remember this simple rhyme to keep yourself safe:  

If you suspect they’re a rock, just give them a spray.  
If their form dissolves, you’ll know what to say.  

I love being a kid. I love being careless with my self and others around me. I love skateboarding through airports while I’m being book high paying jobs in foreign countries. I like being cut from a different fabric. I love being unfiltered with my only responsibility being to create. I love the complexity of the world around me & how I find it interesting & not scary. I love that no one in my crew has to worry about waking up early for school or a job. I love being something that I wasn’t suppose to be. I love my girls loyalty & acceptance. I love wearing the same shorts for 2 weeks in Hawaii & flying into a city in ripped jeans & all black. I love having split personalities & taste. I love Music & making videos of the weird shit me and my friends do. I love that just being myself I stick out and get looked at differently. I love not having any reference of time or day. I love not giving back to the government & my country. I love having passion & addiction. I love meeting people that are more than surface deep. I love learning & being a minimalist. I love people with artistic value that make my ADHD sustainable. I love adrenaline and release. I love how my words can inspire or offend & live under your skin. I’m probably selfish but at least I’m honest I think Most of all I love not giving a fuck.

anonymous asked:

9 and 23 with Jungkook. Thanks.

Prompt request: “Will you be quiet?!” + “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff + Humour

Summary: You and Jungkook are spearheading this year’s senior prank. After all is said and done, at the end of the night, the prank is the last thing you have on your mind.

Word count: 1.6k words

The sound of your footsteps thumping across the linoleum floors echoed through the empty building. You and Jungkook sprinted down the darkened hallways, attempting to hide from the approaching janitor.  

As you turned a corner, Jungkook grabbed your hand and roughly pulled you towards him. You tumbled into an empty classroom, nearly tripping over your own feet. Jungkook gently shut the door behind him, and you collapsed to the ground.

“I. Can’t. Believe. You,” you cried, each word punctuated by heavy panting. You were on all fours, head bowed, attempting to catch your breath in vain. Sweat was forming on your forehead.

“Will you be quiet!?” Jungkook hissed, peering through the small window on the door. Suddenly, he dropped to ground. He pressed his finger over his lips, trying to get you to shut up, and his eyes were frantic.

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to muffle the sound of your heavy breathing. Through the door, you could hear the sound of nearing footsteps. In the silence of the empty school, the thump, thump, thump of every step was deafening.

Eventually, the footsteps receded and you let out the breath you were holding. You scooted backwards, leaning against the wall. Soon, Jungkook joined you, tossing his backpack to the side.

“What’s in there?” you asked, nodding your head towards the black bag.

“Supplies,” Jungkook replied, wiggling his eyebrows. “At least one of us came prepared.”

“I can’t believe I got roped into doing this stupid prank thing!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms petulantly. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Go ahead, Y/N,” he shrugged, a huge smile on his face. “The seniors do this every year. I doubt they’ll do anything to stop it now.”

You lapsed into comfortable silence, both of you watching the setting sun through the windows facing you. The sky was streaked with beautiful hues of pink, orange, and purple. You thought it was a fitting way to end your senior year.

“Can you believe we’re graduating in, like, one month?” you breathed, still looking at the sky before you. “We’re all gonna leave this stupid town and never see each other again.”

“I guess,” Jungkook answered after a couple seconds. “But this way, all of our memories will be preserved, you know? I’d rather remember everyone as they are now.”

“It’ll just be weird,” you sighed, looking at your hands that were clasped in your lap. “We grew up together. I’m only moving to another city, but it feels like I’m leaving my whole world behind.”

“We’ll forget about almost everyone here,” Jungkook said with certainty. “The people who matter most will stick around.”

“Will you stick around?” you asked, finally turning to look at Jungkook. He was already facing you, his eyes piercing into yours.

“Do you want me to?” Jungkook countered, his voice raw and honest.

Jungkook was the boy you had loved for as long as you could remember. Every feature on his face was so familiar to you, but you were afraid of forgetting one day. The warm sky cast a golden glow over his skin, highlighting the edges of his face. In this moment, Jungkook looked beautiful, and you desperately wanted to hold on.

“Jungkook, I–”

Suddenly, he slapped his hand over your mouth, on alert once again. You sighed inwardly, tempted to nip at his fingers, but remained still.

The janitor neared the room you were hiding in. As he grew closer, you and Jungkook shared a frightened look. The footsteps grew louder and louder, until they finally stopped. Right in front of the door.

Slowly, the doorknob turned. In the eerie quiet, you could hear the sharp sounds of breathing. Almost as if time had slowed, you watched Jungkook blink slowly at you as he mouthed indecipherable words.

A jingle of keys snapped you out of your stupor. The door above you was locked, the harsh sound cutting through the classroom. Both you and Jungkook sagged in relief. Once again, the footsteps receded. You let a few minutes pass, and once you were sure the janitor had left, you sprung into action.

“Let’s do this quickly,” Jungkook said, swinging his bag over his shoulder. “We’re gonna get onto the roof and I’m going to suspend you over the edge. Then–”

“Hold up,” you interrupted, eyes widening. “You’re suspending me over the roof?”

“Of course,” he replied nonchalantly, opening the door. He swung it open and stepped into he hall, waiting for you to join him. “It’s not like you can hold me up. Besides, how else did you think we were going to do this?”

Jungkook turned on his heel, walking down the long hall quickly. You had no choice but to follow him, quietly cursing under your breath as you went.

By now, the sun had completely set. You and Jungkook stood on your school’s roof, a gentle breeze brushing by you. Jungkook was pulling things out of his backpack, and you really weren’t looking forward to the events that were about to unfold.

“I can’t believe you,” you repeated for the millionth time. “I am going to die tonight.”

“Stop being so dramatic, Y/N,” Jungkook replied, unable to hide the fond smile that spread over his lips. He straightened up, holding what looked like a small harness in his hands. “Here, spread your legs.”

“At least take me on a date first,” you said, scandalized, placing a hand over your heart.

Jungkook looked up at you dryly, rolling his eyes. He quickly attached the harness around you and himself, anchoring you to him. He handed you a screwdriver.

“Just climb over the the edge and I’ll lower you slowly,” Jungkook instructed, gesturing to the ledge that separated you from falling off the side of the building. Which was now apparently your objective.

Sighing loudly, you approached the ledge. Peering over the side, you observed the large distance between where you were standing and the hard, concrete ground. You gulped audibly and swung your leg over the side of the edge. You cast Jungkook a glance over your shoulder, and he smiled encouragingly.

Eventually, you lowered yourself so you were dangling over the ledge. You were holding your entire body up with your arms. You braced your feet against the side of the brick wall, getting ready to descend.

“Okay,” you called out to Jungkook. “Lower me down.”

Once Jungkook’s pulled the rope taut, you let go of the wall, completely suspended by Jungkook’s weight. You clutched the rope tightly, ready to be lowered gently.

You weren’t expecting to suddenly plummet to the ground.

A scream lodged itself in your throat, and your heart stopped as you tumbled downwards. But as quickly as you had fallen, you had stopped. The rope tightened again, and your entire body was jerked as Jungkook stopped the fall.

“Jungkook, what the fuck!?” you shouted, clutching your wildly beating heart.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jungkook called down breathlessly. “That was my bad. Won’t happen again.”

You rolled your eyes at him, pulling the screwdriver out of your back pocket. Miraculously, it hadn’t fallen during your descent.

In front of you were huge, rusted metal letters that spelled, “Fulton Black Institute.” They spread across the front of the school, seen by everyone who passed by the building. It was your job to strategically remove a few letters so the sign read “Fuck it” instead.

It had been Jungkook’s brilliant idea.

Quickly, you set to work, unscrewing the letters and letting them drop loudly to the ground. The sky was darkening rapidly, and you could barely see the small screws.

“Move me a bit over to the right,” you called up to Jungkook. He complied, dragging you unsteadily, but slowly, thank god, to the right.

After several long minutes, you had finally detached all of the unnecessary letters. The metal pieces lay mangled on the ground below you. Belatedly, you wondered how long it would take the school to replace the destroyed letters.

“I’m done, now,” you called up, tugging the rope gently. “Beam me up, Scotty!”

“Took long enough,” you heard Jungkook mutter.

“I can hear you.”

He laughed loudly and began to pull you back up. The ascent was much smoother, and you were slowly raised back up to the roof. Once you had a secure grip of the ledge, you lifted yourself up and swung over side.

You tumbled over the ledge, landing on your back. Jungkook peered down at you, and you met his gaze with a smile.

“We did it!” you exclaimed happily. “Senior year: complete!”

Jungkook laughed again, grabbing your hands and pulling you upright. You couldn’t help it–you wrapped your arms around his broad body and squeezed tightly. He stood frozen for a second, but after a moment he returned your embrace, his hands winding around you.

Eventually, the two of you pulled apart. As you leaned back, you took a deep breath and steeled yourself. Just as you opened your mouth, Jungkook spoke.

“Wait,” he said with a smile, hands moving up to cup your face. “You don’t need to say anything, Y/N. Me too.”

“W-what?” you spluttered, your cheeks heating up underneath Jungkook’s touch.

“Me too,” Jungkook repeated, smiling even wider.

Then he leaned down, his lips meeting yours. It was warm, and soft, and perfect. You wrapped your arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm. You could have stood there for minutes, hours, or even days. The only thing you could feel was Jungkook–Jungkook everywhere. You were completely wrapped up in him, unaware of everything else around you.

But you did know one thing. Everything was going to be okay.

- Girl in Luv

In honour of Jungkook graduating (and me lmao)! Hope you enjoyed. Sorry it took awhile to get to this request!!! 


…and of course after a fast glance tru it i already found sweet sweet illuminati material for my mother of pearl theory. i swear, this book was made for people like me…

check this shit OUT:


THEORY ONE: These holes used to be home to an ancient civilization of BEACH GNOMES!

Unlike their grumpy woodland cousins, Beach Gnomes loved fun in the sun. They wore tiny shell hats, rode hermit crab carriages, and made surfboards out of Popsicle sticks! Whenever a hungry seagull would circle by, the Beach Gnomes would quickly climb into their holes and pass the time by playing some sort of video game system made out of clams.

OTHER THEORY: Rattlesnakes live in the holes. I’m too scared to stick my and in and find out which theory is correct.

HMMMMMMM…………………. suspicious isn’t it? i think there’s a lot of clues here but a lot of it is swapped around so it’s not too obvious. ‘almost right’ as ronaldo usually is. so heres how i interpret it:

the beach gnomes and their woodland cousins are the gems and the mothers. the gems lived on the surface while the mothers hated the sun and lived in the water. the ‘shell hats’ are actually the mothers hairstyles, not hats (looks like maxima’s hair is on point, lmao). the mothers used cephalopod-like creatures as transport (alike gnomes using hermit crabs as steeds). they would surface sometimes (hungry seagull) to search for ‘food’ - the gems (they eat gems to produce nacre and in turn make pearls). the gems hid in their holes to escape the mothers, as the mothers often could have been too afraid to reach into the holes, or just hated being on the surface for too long.

tell me how you think, whenever you agree it’s foreshadowing or think i’m crazy like ronaldo, lol

AU where Kara travels to Earth-1 because of some crisis that happens there and she visits Earth-1’s National City and someone she passes by on the street goes “how are you Mrs. Luthor?” and she brushes it off thinking the person is crazy but then more people greet her similarly which makes her real confused and eventually she meets up with Earth-1 Lena and goes “ha you know what’s weird people are calling me Mrs. Luthor for some reason” and Lena is like “why is that weird isn’t that your name” and Kara says “my name???? since when?????” then Lena responds “since we got married sweetie”

Pocket Size

Taehyung x Reader: (f)(a)

anonymous asked:

Hi I love ur stories I was wondering if you could do a story with v when his s/o turns into a kid(for some odd reason). Sorry for the really weird request anyway thank u and I really enjoy ur stories.😊

The typical “Am I a father?!?!” question

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A/N:Okay, this made my heart warm just to write and it sort of at times made me think of what Taehyung would be like as a father…..anyways~ enjoy this ball of fluff and I hope it melts your heart.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Shining in through the window, the bright light replaced the need to turn on any lamps. Sounds of cars honking and people yelling at each other filtered in through the fluttering curtains, the city noise reminding Taehyung of where he lived as it pulled him out of his dream filled state.

Groggily, he lifted his eyelids, opening them up slightly only to shut them a split second later. White filled his field of vision, the blinding color causing him to groan before making a second attempt at looking out at the world- a new found caution causing his movements to be planned as he fought the enemy threatening to steal his sight.

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This morning I went to this magical book shop, Daunt Books, Marylebone (London). Definitely one of my favourite spots in the city and a must for all bookworms out there!

¿Fun fact? Once I’ve settled for a book to buy I never pick out the first one from the pile but the second or last one to make sure they’ve not been ruined by other people (I like ruining my books myself lol)

Does any of you have weird rituals when you go buy books?

Good Girl Ch 18: Keeping Me Little

“Please baby? Do it for your daddy Tao!” Tao whines as we roll back and forth on his bed.

“Daddy, do you really need me to shower with you? The movie wasn’t that scary,” I tease the older boy.

“That’s because you were latched on to Xiumin hyung the whole time, I was kind of jealous, you clung to him for dear life.”

I roll my eyes at him, “Maybe if you weren’t such a chicken, I would hold on to you.”

“Such a mouth on you today, maybe we need another scary movie to keep you little.”

Keep me little. That has been their main focus ever since they found out I’m not such a good little girl. After my oppas left, I was still in my, I guess the best way to put it would probably be, big girl mind set. I mouthed off, even slept in my own bed by myself for a night, something my daddies did not like one bit. They wanted me little, and one of the few ways to make me little is to scare me, which is why for almost a whole week we have been watching all sorts of horror movies so that I would become the little girl they want.

“No,” I pout, “I’ll be good.”

He gives me a peck on the lips, “Good, now lets go shower.”

I groan as he pulls me off the bed into his bathroom, it reminds me of Kris’s bathroom, dark, covered in clothes and accessories. He quickly undresses both of us, becoming naked in front of them has become a lot easier now, something I never thought I’d say. We step into the shower, I’m still unable to work the fancy showers they have so I can only wait as he tries to pick the perfect temperature. When one is good enough he allows me to step under the water with him. We take turns washing each other with his body wash, he happily begins washing my hair when he suddenly tenses and screams, cling to me.

“What?” I try to see past time but he has me held up against the wall.

“There’s a ghost!” He yells holding me closer.

“Stop trying to scare me!” I push him away only for a second when I see a figure outside the shower. “Daddy!” I yell clinging to him.

“Hyung!” He screams. The bathroom door busts open followed by the glass shower door. Kris is standing there, his chest heaving, dressed in only a t-shirt and boxers.

“What the hell is going on?” He yells as he scans the situation, Tao and I holding our naked bodies together.

“Kris!” We both yell, going to him at the same time, wetting his clothes.

“You guys, what is going on?” Kris asks softer this time, he rests a hand on the small of my back while he holds Tao away from him.

Again, we yell together, “There’s a ghost!”

“Seriously guys? I told those guys watching a scary movie on your night with her was a bad idea,” Kris groans, he looks at me, “Your hair still has shampoo in it. Tao if you can’t bathe her properly, you won’t be allowed to do it again.”

“But the ghost,” Tao pouts.

“Finish washing her hair,” Kris steps away from us to leave.

“Wait!” Yet again, we both grab on to his hands.

I put on my cutest face, “Daddy Kris can you wait outside the shower for us?”

He scoffs, “Seriously?”

“Pretty, pretty please?” I beg.

He raises a brow at me, “What do I get out of this?”

“You can sleep with us tonight!” Tao offers.

“Fine,” Kris sighs, “Now you can go finish your shower.”

Tao and I smile as he closes the shower door but stays right on the other side like a guard. We quickly finish our shower, Kris hands us both a towel, he actually wraps mine around me personally. Tao grabs the pair of pajamas he picked out for me off his bed and quickly helps me pull on the cream silk nighty.

“I prefer when she wears a t-shirt,” Kris comments as he eyes me from where he is laying on the bed.

“She looks adorable in either, but I prefer her own pajamas,” Tao pecks my lips. I lay back on the bed, rolling across most of it to find Kris looking at his phone, while Tao goes to get himself dressed. Being stuck in between wanting to get back to my normal self and wanting to stay little so I can acted childish without being weird is one of the biggest struggles of my life. After a minute long debate in my head, my little side wins, allowing me to roll on top of Kris, purposely getting in the way of his phone, without feeling stupid.

“Does someone want attention?” Kris teases, putting his phone down on the nightstand.

Lying front to front I rest my chin on his chest to stare up at him, I nod.

“I’m happy to give you all the attention you want, that is, after I send a few more emails out,” He kisses my forehead before reaching for his phone again, holding it higher so I’m not in the way. Slightly annoyed I switch over so I’m on my back staring up at his phone that he quickly clicks to the home screen on.

“Top secret?” I question as I stare at the basic back round on his phone.

“It’s something for only big kids to worry about,” Kris’s voice is very firm. “How about you go play with Tao?”

Just as he says that Tao comes back into the room with a towel around his neck, “Is little Joo being needy?” The panda boy teases as he sits on the edge.

I roll off of Kris to go lay by Tao, “He’s doing top secret things that I can’t know about.”

“I think it’s time for bed,” Tao walks over to the light switch and turns it off, leaving us in darkness except from the light of Kris’s phone. Tao comes back to bed quickly, slipping both of us under the covers. Tao sleeps like Baekhyun, with his head in my chest, his arms around my waist while mine go around his head. It feels a lot different from the others who lock them selves around me while they sleep, keeping me from even going to the bathroom without waking them. Sleep isn’t far when Kris finally puts his phone down twenty minutes later, before snuggling up behind me. I can’t help but smile when he peppers my head with kisses, burring his face in my hair, enjoying the smell of my hair and my warmth.

“Good night baby and I’m sorry for not giving you my attention. If it helps at all, you are the center of attention in all of our lives now.”



“Baby, I’m going to need you to wake up now,” Tao shakes me a little more aggressive than needed, pulling me up into a sitting position. The bright light blinds me as I try and open my eyes, confusion for being so waken so suddenly and with such coldness in his voice. “Get dressed, I’ll be back in a minute,” Tao orders before quickly running out, dressed in a nice suit I’m reminded of the first night we met. But I push that memory out of my head as I scramble out of bed to find a stack of clothes for me on the night stand.

It’s only been two weeks but I hesitate dressing myself, feeling like an idiot for getting confused on how to dress myself. After a few mores seconds of my own stupidity I manage to get pull on the pair of holy blue jeans, an over sized gray sweater and a cute lettermen jacket to go over. On the floor next to the bed is a pair of tan timberlands that look way too small to belong to the boys. I drop to the floor to examine them, finding warm socks inside, I take a guess and figure they are mine, getting me to pull the on. Tao comes in a few minutes later, grabs my hand without a word and pulls me out of the room.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I’m dragged to the front door where the others are waiting, but Kris, Luhan and Xiumin are missing.

“Good morning beautiful,” Lay kisses my cheek but even with that smile on his face I can tell something is off. They all seem cold.

“We are dropping you off at our company’s headquarters where the hyungs are.” Suho explains why I’m being thrown into the familiar van and driven into the city. The drive is quiet, which is surprising when I have Chanyeol and Baekhyun on either side of me, holding onto my hands mindlessly. We pull up to a massive glass building with people coming in and out and more walking up and down the street. I haven’t seen anyone but the boys since Friday night so going back into the real world feels weird. The van door slides open and I’m kicked out of the car on to the street, I glare back at the boys to find all of them with a warm look on their faces.

Suho smiles softly at me from the drivers side, “We will pick you up a little later, we just have to deal with some trouble. Go to the front desk and tell them you are here to see one of the hyungs alright?”

I nod, “Be safe.”

“No promises,” Kai gives me a grin before closing the door. I gulp when I see some kind of switch flip on them threw the window. Their warm smiles disappear replaced with a cold expression that makes me shiver. I watch them drive away before turning to stare up at the building. When I feel as if I stared enough and I can’t feel my fingers, I slip inside the heavy doors, stepping into the beautiful lobby. Finding the front desk isn’t a problem, but from the way the girl behind me is staring at me, I have a feeling she is going to be. I walk up to the desk resting my hands on the high counter that stops just below my chest, making me feel like a child.

“Can I help you with something?” She asks without even an attempt at a smile.

“I’m here to see Xiumin, Kris or Luhan.”

She scoffs, “Do you have an appointment?”

“I think so, I’m not sure.”

She rolls her eyes at me before looking down at the computer screen in front of her, “They are all booked, so try again later.”

“I was told to come in here and ask for them, so please call up there and ask for them,” I ask with as much politeness I can have with this bitch.

“I can’t call up every time some girl comes in here claiming to be dating one of them. If you are so close please call them yourself,” She smirks triumphantly.

I glare at her, “I don’t have my phone with me.”

“That’s unfortunate, please try again later.”

I huff, “Just give me the phone I will call up.”

“I will not be fired because of you.”

“Fine, if anyone asks you can just say I beat you up or something and you couldn’t stop me. If I’m lying you get to see me be taken away by security.”

She hesitates taking the offer, “Or I could call security now and watch you get carried out?”

I shrug, “That works, too. But what if I’m telling the truth, are you really going to loose your job because you are too rude to make a phone call?”

I can’t help but enjoy the glare she gives me as she picks up the phone to dial, “Hello Insoo-ssi, I have a guest down here who says she has a meeting with one of the chairmen.” She pauses, “Her name?”

“Jooyoung, if they hear it, they will know,” I answer; I watch her echo my name.

“She claims that if you tell them, they will know her.” She laughs, “I know I’m probably getting involved with some bitter ex but humor me.” There is another pause, longer than the others. After about another minute I can’t help but smile when the girl’s eyes go wide and she gulps nervously. “Yes, sir, right away.” She hangs up the phone before bowing deeply, “I’m so sorry for my rudeness, will you please accept my deepest apologies.”

I nod, “Yea, you are forgiven. Can you take me up?”

She nods right away, coming around the desk to lead me past security to a bank of golden elevators. We go to the lone one on the farthest wall, she pulls out a gold card and scans it to open the doors. After waving me in she press the button before stepping out, again bowing deeply. I can only imagine what was said to her, I kind of feel bad for the poor girl.

I stand in the golden elevator in kind of a sleepy trance, my mind tries to fully understand what could be going on, and what time it is. From the way they are dressed I’m guessing it’s related to their other business, something for only big kids to worry about. Oh god now I’m doing it to myself.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts by the elevator doors opening to see two handsome men that I’ve never saw before. We all stare at each other a minute, one is taller than the other, with bleach blonde hair and a jaw that could cut a knife, he looks more like a model then a business man. The smaller one is handsome but pretty, something about him weirdly reminds me of Xiumin.

“You must be lost,” The tall one says with a soft smile. I don’t know why but I shrink into myself, feeling my childish side rear her head.

“What in the world is a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” The smaller one asks, putting his hand out so the door doesn’t close.

“I’m, um, here to see the chairmen,” I answer meekly, staring down at my hands.

“Miss. Jooyoung?” Another man is behind them; he is a lot less intimidating with his soft features and warm smile. “Ah yes, it is you, I’m Mark. Please come in, they will be right out to see you.” He reaches past the two men to lead me out of the elevator into the smaller lobby.

“Are you close with them?” Blondie asks as him and his friend follow us into the lobby’s small sitting area. Mark sits me down in a large comfortable chair before turning around to deal with our followers.

“Sorry Sir, but I’m under strict orders not to let anyone near her,” Mark bows.

“We just asked a question,” The small one snaps back.

Mark gives them a fake apologetic smile, “Please forgive me, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. If you have any issues please talk to my bosses, they would love to talk to you about it.”

“Fine, we will go, no need to get the broom,” Blondie raises his hands in defeat, a small smile still on his face. “It was very nice to meet you Miss Jooyoung. I hope we can meet again.” He gives me a small bow that I stand up to return.

“What a shame, I was hoping to get to know such a cute little thing like you. Definitely next time beautiful,” The small one winks at me before wandering away after his friend. I don’t know why, but I feel bad, like I did something wrong for becoming so meek in front of them. But something in their presence makes me feel like this, not the same as the warm feelings from my daddies; they feel more threatening. My alarms aren’t going off full force but that uneasiness is there; my hands are trembling.

“Little one?” Xiumin calls out, stepping out of one of the three double doors in the room.

“Xiumin oppa,” I answer, trying my best to shake the dirty feeling off of me. Xiumin comes over to me, placing his hands on the arm rests, caging me in to look me over.

“They saw you didn’t they?”

I nod, guessing he is talking about the two men from before.

“Are you okay?” He strokes my cheek gently, he holds my hand when he notices the shaking. “Mark, could you get her some hot tea with plenty of honey? I’m taking her into my office, tell the others when they are done.” Mark nods, giving me a concerned look before rushing off to do that for me. Xiumin picks me up and carries me across the lobby into his office, setting me down on the amazingly comfy couch. He sits down next to me, an arm around my shoulders, worry written all over his face. “Did they say something bad to you? Did they hurt you?”

I shake my head, “They didn’t do anything bad to me, I don’t know what it is but they scare me.”

He holds me tight, kissing my head, “It’s okay baby.” He leans away to look at me, a proud smile on his face, “Those alarms of yours’ are amazing. Keep listening to them.”

“Who were they?” He opens his mouth to respond but I cut him off, already knowing what is about to come out, “Someone a little girl like me shouldn’t worry about.”

Xiumin nods, “You’re getting so smart.”

“So it’s probably pointless to ask where everyone ran off to?”

He pouts cutely, “Why? Am I not enough for you?”

I giggle, “Of course you are good enough.”

“The others will be back in awhile, probably after lunch time, but how about some breakfast? Mark will bring us something to eat,” He kisses my forehead before getting off the couch to go back to his desk.

“Aren’t you going to sit with me?”

He shakes his head, “I need to finish some work first, then you can have all of my attention.”

I huff, I hate being little. I hate how much I want his attention and even with his promise of later, I’m annoyed that I don’t have it now. Never have I ever been such a spoiled brat when it comes to attention, I’ve always preferred it be on anyone but me, yet here I am with my heart breaking at the fact that I’m not the center of his attention or any of my daddies right now.

God what the hell is wrong with me?

FIC: you can only take what you can carry to the edge of the sea (1/?)

Crocker Magitech is among the foremost developers of innovative magic and technology for the modern home, and the team of Crocker, Lalonde, and Strider are among the most important cogs in their clockwork machine. After a long dry spell without new projects to work on, Jane hits it big with a grand new discovery: a remote island out in the South Pacific that’s teeming with lost majyyks to rediscover.

What the team finds out there is far more than their next big break: a lost settlement, a forgotten god, strange arcane flora, and a friendly boy living in the lake. Not even the combined knowledge of the team can prepare them for their expedition to this strange, hidden island.

Magic, sex, and mayhem ensue.

(Arc: “I have no idea how to elevator pitch this story, the concept is so *weird*. HEY Y’ALL, THREE DISILLUSIONED FRIENDS GO TO SOUTHERN PACIFIC SEX ISLAND AND HAVE CONVOLUTED SEXY MAGICAL ADVENTURES.”
City: “Make that the exact line right there in the fic summary. Draw people in with what they didn’t know they wanted.”)

Mega Explicit. Kink grab bag. Dirk/Jake, heavy focus on Dirk/Jane/Roxy friendship. Magic AU.

Chapter One

Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader- Feather

Also has a bit of Poison Ivy X Reader

Warning: Suicide in general, angst, swearing, mentions of mmuuurrddeerr

Clutching onto your armored legs, you watched Gotham from afar.  Your chin rested on your knees, aching from the knee pads digging into your skin.  You were sure that your lip was still bleeding from biting at the chapped sections, but you couldn’t care.  He was gone, he left you alone in this unforgiving world.  You finally understood how the world worked, giving you something to love and hold on to until it’s torn away from you.  Bruce was gone, heading to some event to deal with the man that killed him.  Thinking of his name made you want to puke.  Bruce wasn’t going to kill him, you knew that, and then he was going to be sent to Arkham.  He would escape again, kill again, and be captured again.  It was a deadly game of cat and mouse you had involved yourself in, and death is the penalty for losing.

Ripping your domino mask off, you tossed it behind you, tired of containing your tears.  Burying your head in between your knees, you finally allowed yourself to cry.  No one was around to see  you like this, to treat you like a fragile piece of glass.  You had left Alfred alone after Bruce brought his body back, informing you that he was dead.  You blamed yourself for allowing him to leave on his own.  If you just could have convinced him to let you come with him, he wouldn’t be dead, or at least you wouldn’t be alive.  With just a push off of the edge, you could end it now, ending all of the pain and suffering.  You wouldn’t have to feel this way, face the monster that killed him, or face any of the monsters that you faced on a nightly basis.

Wiping your eyes, you glanced down, sucking a shallow breath.  Placing your gloved hands on the edge, you sucked in a breath and leaned forward, ready to let it all go, to see Jason again.  Just as you were about to fall, something pulled you away from the ledge.  Screaming, you clawed at whatever was pulling you away, sobbing as you were dragged to the middle of the roof.  

“No!” you sobbed, your tears blurring your vision.  “Please, don’t!”

You were placed on the ground, but you could still feel the pressure on your abdomen.  Wrapping your arms around yourself, you curled into yourself, your body shaking from your sobs.  You felt the pressure go away, but it was replaced by arms wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you into a chest.

“Why did you do that?” you asked the person, looking up with tears in your eyes.  “I can’t live without him.”

“Who?” a familiar female voice asked softly, her hand running through your hair.

“Jason,” you sobbed, saying his name for the first time in days.  “He’s gone.  He killed him.”

Exhaling a shaky breath, you looked over to see red overlapping with green.  Blinking the tears away, you noticed that the red was hair and the green was skin and plants.  Looking up, you saw Poison Ivy’s face.

“Who killed Jason?” she asked, still running her fingers through your hair.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and leaned your head against her, not able to say his name, “Him, the clown.”

She sucked in a breath, “Joker?”

You flinched at the name, “Yes.”

“Why would you end your life because of his death?” Ivy asked you, making you have eye contact with her.  “Instead of ending the pain, use it against those who have wronged you.”

“How?” you asked her, “How can I?  Batman-”

“Batman is not in charge of your life or opinions,” she interrupted you.  “He is your guardian, but where is he now?”

“Not here,” you replied quietly, “but how can I trust you?  You’re supposed to be the villain.”

“I’m trying to do the same thing you’ll be doing,” Ivy said calmly, tracing her finger across your jawline.  “I’m trying to avenge the things that I love.  Are you going to avenge Jason?”

“I want to,” you admitted, “but what about Batman?  He’ll find me and take me home, I can’t let him ruin my chance to… my chance to avenge him.”

“I’ll help you,” she said, “but it will take time.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around her.  “Thank you for saving me.”

“I couldn’t let a precious flower like you wilt away.”


Sitting on the same ledge, you reminisced that moment when Ivy had saved you five years prior.  You were lucky that she was there, or else you’d be buried six feet under decomposing in a box.  After that night, you were able to learn more from her than you ever have from Bruce.  She provided you with her knowledge of plants, chemicals, and connections in the underground.  Now you were back here, you wondered if Jason would approve of the person you became.  He would probably smack you over the head, but this was more for you than it was for him.  You needed the closure, the relief, and Joker’s head mounted on a stick for all to see.  That monster had done enough damage to you and the world without any permanent punishment except a guaranteed cell in Arkham and the amount of years he’d be stuffed in there.

“Hiya, (Y/N/N)!”

“Hi, Harley,” you greeted her, not removing your eyes from the view, “what brings you here?”

“Red was wonderin’ where you were,” she answered, plopping down next to you.  “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sighed, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath.  “I just needed somewhere quiet.”

“This is the spot, isn’t it?” Harley asked, receiving a nod from you.  “Why did you pick here of all places?”

“I don’t know,” you answered, looking over to her.  “I guess I just needed to be here one last time before I start doing this again, what I gave up when I left home.”

“Batsy asked about you, y’know,” she said, swinging her legs.  “He wanted to know if you were okay and where you were.  I don’t know how he found out that you were still here, but he still cares about you.”

“I know that,” you stated.  “We have different ways of coping, and mine was excluding him from my life.  I was sixteen when he died, Harley, what could I have done?  I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I know how you feel,” Harley said quietly, smiling lightly.  “Red has a pretty weird habit of collecting emotionally compromised people, huh?”

You chuckled, “I guess she does.”

“Are ya really gonna kill him?” she asked softly.

“I’m going to do my best,” you answered honestly.

She nodded, turning her head to look at the city, “I used to have his name all over me, both in tattoos and the scars.  I thought I loved him, but Red showed me what love really is.  She took you in like she took me in, a lost soul with a broken heart.”

“Do you still love him?” you asked her.

“Sometimes,” Harley replied, “but then I remember Red and how much I love her.”

“You think I’ll ever find someone else like you did?”

“I’m positive you will.”


“What the hell do you mean?!” Jason shouted at Bruce, pointing a finger at him.  “You’re telling me (Y/N) disappeared the day I died, and you couldn’t kill the Joker?  Wow, isn’t my undead life wonderful?!”

“(Y/N) didn’t disappear,” Bruce sighed, placing his cowl down, “she’s still in Gotham.  After I told her you died, (Y/N) left and didn’t come back.”

“Why didn’t you get her back?” Jason asked, tossing his helmet to the side.  “You let my (Y/N) leave the manor after news like that?!  You just let (Y/N) go and expected her to live her life?!  She could have jumped off the tallest building she could find after hearing I died!”

“(Y/N) has been living with Ivy for the past five years!” Bruce shouted, instantly silencing Jason.  “I didn’t try hard enough to be there for (Y/N), and she left.”

“Screw this!” Jason yelled, picking his helmet off from the ground and walking away.  “I’m finding (Y/N).”

“(Y/N) might not be the person you loved five years ago, Jason,” Bruce said, making Jason stop.

“I’m not the person I was either.”


“Are you sure you want to do this, (Y/N)?” Pamela asked you, holding your mask in her hands.

“I am sure, Pammie,” you replied, grasping your mask.  “I’m not going to kill him tonight, something like this needs to be planned.  I can’t go in there guns blazing even if I wanted to.”

“I don’t want to lose you, my little flower,” she said, moving a piece of your hair away from your face.  “There are more threats in Gotham than that psychotic clown.”

You nodded, hugging her, “I know.”

“Please be careful,” she whispered.

“I will,” you promised, releasing Pammie from the hug.  “Are we still having a movie marathon tomorrow?”

Pammie nodded, “Yes.”

“You know I wouldn’t miss that,” you said, giving her a small smile before climbing out of the window and grappling away.

You grappled to the nearest building and landed, sliding on the gravel.  Sighing, you never thought you’d miss the feeling of flying through the air with the wind brushing your face.  Looking around, you assessed where you were in the city and guessed that it would take twenty five minutes to reach Joker’s current hideout.  You hadn’t seen him in years, Pammie and Harley made sure of it, but you did your research during your stay with them.  Taking in a deep breath, you ran off the roof and shot your grappling hook, landing on the next roof easily.  You repeated that, moving from building to building until you your line was cut, forcing you to roll onto the building under you.  You rolled on the gravel and twisted your body, the momentum allowing you to land on your feet.  

“Holy shit,” you whispered, quickly backing away when you saw Red Hood swinging your way.  

Running to the other side of the building, you tried to flee, but the hook wrapping around your waist prevented you from reaching the edge.  He pulled the cord, forcing you off of your feet.  You landed on your back, groaning in pain.  Your arms were secured to your sides, preventing you from getting up without rolling around like a bug on its back.  You watched as he walked around you and crouched down, his hand still gripping the cord that was secured around you.

“I can’t believe it’s you, (Y/N),” he said, instantly making you confused.

“Who the hell are you?” you growled, trying to loosen the rope around you.

“Jason,” he replied, “Jason Todd.”

“Is this supposed to be funny?” you deadpanned, scowling at him.

“Not at all,” Red Hood said, pulling his helmet off.  “Just like how being murdered by Joker isn’t funny at all, despite the laughs he had.”

“Death is not a fun thing to laugh about,” you said, gasping when he grabbed the front of your armor and pulled you closer.  “What are doing?”

“You have a tattoo behind your left ear, a red, green and yellow feather with my name as the middle part of it,” he said, poking the back of your ear.  “I have a bird’s silhouette sitting on your name as a branch.  We got the tattoos for your sixteenth birthday while Bruce and Alfred were too busy to notice us slip away from your party.”

You laughed lightly, “Where’d we get the cash?  What tattoo parlor did we go to?”

“We opened Bruce’s present early,” he answered, “which was about one hundred bucks.  We went to Gotham’s Ink, and after that we spent the rest of the money on milkshakes.”

“How are you alive?” you asked Jason.

“The Lazarus Pit,” Jason replied, removing the cord from you, “or that’s what I’ve been told.”

“I thought Bruce sealed all of them,” you said, taking the hand Jason provided.

“Apparently not all of them,” he added, pulling you up against him.

“I’m glad he didn’t,”  you whispered, poking his cheek.  “You scared the shit out of me, asshole.”

“No make up sex then?” he asked, chuckling when you punched his shoulder.  “I’ll take that as a no.”

“I will knock you out.”