the strange daze

im gonna type the whole song from memory ok

little town. it’s a quiet village. every day, like the one before. little town, full of little people. waking up to say…bonjour! bounjour! bonjour, bounjour, bonjour! there goes the baker with his tray like always, the same old bread and rolls 2 sell. every morning just the same, since the morning that we came to this poor provencial town. good morning, belle! good morning, mouseir! where you off to? the book shop i read the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and an ogre and a that’s nice


look there she goes the girl is strange no question, dazed and distracted can’t you tell never part of any crowd cuz her head’s up on some cloud no denying she’s a funny girl that belle. bonjour! good day! how is your family? bonjour! good day! how is your wife? I NNEEED,, SXIX EGGS,, that’s too expensive, there must be more than this provincial life! ah belle. good morning! i’ve come to return the book i borrowed. finished already? oh i couldn’t put it down have you got anything new. not since yesterday. that’s alright! i’ll borrow this one. but you’ve read it twice! well it’s my favorite – far off places (?), daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise. haha, well if you like it all that mutch it’s yours. but sir…i insist. well thank you. thank you very much! look there she goes that girl is so peculiar, i wonder if she’s feeling well. with a dreamy faroff look, and a nose stuck in a book, what a puzzle to the rest of us is belle. oh, isn’t this amazing, it’s my favorite part because, you see…here’s where she meets prince charming, but she won’t discover that it’s him til chapter three. now there’s no wonder that her name means beauty her looks have got no paralllel. but behind that fair facade, i’m afraid she’s rather odd. very different from the rest of us she’s nothing like the rest of us yes different from the rest of us is belle! fuck the gaston part. look there…he goes. isn’t he dreamy. monsieur gaston, oh he’s so cute! (tongue pop) be still, my heart, i’m hardly breathing…he’s such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute. bonjour PARDON good day MAIS OUI you call this bay WHAT LOVELY GRAPES. ten yards, one pound, SCUZE ME i’ll get my knife PLEASE LET ME THROUGH this bread THOSE FISH its stale THEY SMELL  madame’s mistake–well maybe so there must be more than this provincial life! just watch im going to make belle my wife! look there she goes that girl is strange but special, a most peculiar mademoiselle its a pity and a sin she doesn’t quite fit in cuz she really is a funny girl a beauty but a funny girl she really is a funny girl, that belle – bonjour! bonjour! bonjour! bonjour! bonjour! 🅱️️onjour!

The Joyride - Part 1 (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Have some angst? Sorry I haven’t been posting so much lately! I’m trying to find time to do so! Have more Jason! I promise I’ll write more for the others as well! If you’re from the UK or somewhere that drives opposite the way Americans do, then you should picture the left! You’ll know what I mean when you get there!
Warnings: Angst, somewhat graphic description of injury
Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @neverlandprincessjaz

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

You lay awake next to Jason, staring up at the ceiling. The Gotham air was hot and sticky, and your sheets and night-clothes clung to your skin. You listened to the ceiling fan spinning above you, how the pull chain for the light clicked softly against the fixture as it swung. The soft hum of the spinning blades was calming, and you felt it fan the warm air down onto the bed. The soft electronic beep of the digital clock on the bedside marked the start of another hour.

You sighed softly, and turned your head to face Jason. “Are you awake too?” you asked in a hushed tone.

Jason hummed in response and rolled closer to you. He wrapped his strong arms around your smaller frame, and you clicked your tongue at how the humidity made your skin stick to his. “Can’t sleep?” he murmured, his lips pressed against your neck.

“Yeah,” you sighed in response, draping one arm over his neck and tangling your other hand in his hair. The heat of your bodies pressed together on the summer night was uncomfortable, but you didn’t mind so much.

“Me neither,” he said, speaking slowly. He pressed a series of soft, loving kisses to your jawline. “Wanna do something?”

“Like what?” you asked, humming slightly as he kissed your jaw.

“We could go out for a ride or something,” he suggested, rolling onto his back and taking you with him.

“That sounds nice,” you agreed, sighing contently as you rested your head against his chest. You listened to his heart, beating steadily, and felt the rise and fall of his chest. You remembered the pain you’d felt when he had been dead, and the gratitude you’d felt upon his return. The gratitude you still felt every time you saw him, every time you considered how lucky you were to have him.

“Earth to (Y/N),” Jason said, pulling you from your straying thoughts. “We should go and get ready if we’re gonna go for that ride, okay?”

“Okay,” you responded, rolling off of Jason’s chest and getting out of bed. You went over to the closet and changed into clothing suitable for a motorcycle ride, and Jason did the same.
Neither of you spoke, and the buzz of the ceiling fan provided the background noise in the small, dark room as you both prepared to go out. Once you were ready, you made your way over to Jason, who waited, leaning in the doorway.

“Ready to go?” he asked, smirking down at you ever so slightly.

“Ready when you are, Jay,” you replied, smiling in return.

You walked out of the small apartment together, Jason locking the door behind you. You went down the stairway and soon you were outside. The warm nighttime air was somewhat refreshing, although Gotham’s pollution meant that the air always smelled ever so slightly like monoxide from cars.

You got to the place where Jason liked to park his motorcycle and donned your helmets. You had never expected Jason to be a safety-first kind of guy, but he was strict on the fact that you wore a helmet and the right kind of clothes if he ever took you out on a ride. You found it quite endearing.

You got onto the motorcycle after Jason and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your feet on the foot pegs.

Jason started the bike, and the engine came humming to life. “Ready, babe?” he asked, making sure he didn’t startle you when he started moving.

“Yep,” you confirmed leaning forward into his back, the leather of both your jackets brushing together.

From there, you took off, speeding quickly down the streets of downtown Gotham.

You smiled in excitement as you felt the warm wind whip against the small sections of exposed skin near your wrists and neck, and you felt the road underneath you pass by smoothly.

You watched in amazement, and fell a little bit further in love as Jason shifted his hands and feet on the handlebar and driver’s pedals to adjust to your surroundings and the texture of the road. You could practically see his brow furrowing in confident concentration.

A few minutes later you were cruising on a relatively open freeway. Only a few other cars shared the road with you. The lights around you blurred together in streaks of yellow and red against the dark blue of the night skyline.

Every once in a while Jason would shift lanes, weaving in and out of the dotted lines skillfully. The silence between the two of you was a comfortable one, and you found a strange mix of comfort and exhilaration. Comfort at Jason’s strong presence in front of you, and your arms around his torso, and exhilaration at the loud buzz of the motorcycle and the streaks of lights that whizzed through your line of sight at a million miles an hour.

You’d been riding comfortable for a while when you noticed Jason’s body tense slightly more than usual. You weren’t sure why, but suddenly you had a bad feeling in your gut. You assured yourself it was nothing, and continued to maintain the silence between you.

Jason shifted over to the right side of the road and suddenly you realized what the issue was. Out of one of the the rear view mirrors that were attached to the handlebars you saw a pickup truck coming up fast behind you.

Your hold around Jason’s waist tightened in anxiety, and your gloved fingers dug into the leather of his jacket.

“We’re gonna be fine, baby.”

You could barely make out Jason’s voice over the sound of the engine and the other cars, but you nodded your head as best you could with the helmet on, hoping that he recognized your sign of acknowledgment.

The pickup truck accelerated so that it matched your speed and for a few minutes it travelled next to you, seemingly inconspicuous.

The next thing you knew, it was shifting into your lane, pushing you closer and closer to the barrier that was on the right side of the road.

“What the hell is this guy doing?” Jason yelled, trying to slow down to allow the truck into the lane. It decelerated along him, however, and continued to push you into the barrier that separated the road from a nasty looking tangle of trees.

“What the fuck?” Jason cried out, and decided to go faster to try to slip away.

You clung onto him tightly as you accelerated rapidly.

Once again, the driver of the truck decided to follow, and Jason slowed down to normal speed in reluctant compliance, deciding that if this had to happen then it would hurt a hell of a lot less at a slower speed.

“Damnit!” he cursed as you were pushed all the way into the guardrail, and sparks flew as the metal of the bike scraped roughly against the stone barrier.
For the tiniest instant, the pickup truck driver seemed to ease up again, and shift back out into the left side, but before Jason could take the opportunity, it was crushed.

The truck sideswiped you, and hard.

The motorcycle collided violently with the guardrail, and you felt your body jerk as you collided with it.

By some miracle, Jason had managed to angle the motorcycle to stay on the road, but he was quickly losing control of the bike.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Jason cussed, as you skidded once again against the barrier. You felt like it was happening in slow motion.

You saw Jason’s hands being torn away from the handgrips as sparks flew all around you and chunks of shrapnel soared through the air.

The instant dragged out for what felt like minutes, but soon time caught up to you, and you saw concrete flying towards your face, or maybe you were flying towards the concrete. You heard a loud crack as the face shield of your helmet hit the pavement and your body collided horizontally with the road.

Everything was hazy as Jason slowly awoke. He felt concrete underneath him and his head hurt like hell. In a strange daze, Jason slowly sat up and removed his helmet, trying to see his surroundings through bleary eyes. He could hear his own heartbeat as well as the blood rushing through his veins. Everything echoed strangely.

His vision cleared up slightly, and he could see what was around him. He could see that his bike was trashed, ripped into chunks of smoking metal, and he could see blood on the road. That was strange. Blood on the road? He wasn’t bleeding.

A slow realization dawned on him, and he felt a pit form in his stomach. He felt useless as he crawled towards the wreckage of the bike, unable to make himself stand. He tried to call out your name, but his voice failed him. It was dark, and the only light by which he could see was a street light a small distance away.

He saw a small form lying in the road just a few feet ahead, and he forced himself to get to it– get to you– as fast as he could.

You were lying face down in the road, your limbs splayed out at awkward angles. The fiberglass of your helmet was scratched up badly. Your clothes were ripped and torn and blood soaked several sections of your clothing.

Jason’s heart dropped. He couldn’t tell if you were even alive anymore. Gently, he removed your helmet, careful not to jostle your body. But then again, for all he knew, there was nothing but a corpse in his arms. He was relieved to find your face was mostly unscathed, with only a few minor scratches and bruises here and there.Carefully and slowly, he peeled away your torn and bloodied jacket. The lacerations he found underneath made him cringe. There were bone deep cuts and pieces of skin that had been torn, and places where he couldn’t tell where the cuts stopped and the thick streams of blood started.

His first instinct was to cry out. To cry out for help, because for the first time in a long time he was willing to set aside his pride and scream for help. But he knew better than to waste his voice crying out into deafening traffic.

With a shaking hand, he reached into his pocket to find his cellphone. His fingers wrapped around the small device as he pulled it from his pocket. The screen had cracked but was still useable, and he dialed nine-one-one from the emergency call screen.

They picked up almost immediately, and Jason managed to choke out his location so that they could send an ambulance.

The phone slipped from his fingers as he finished the call and clattered to the asphalt below.

His hand hovered above your mouth, and to his relief he felt short and shallow breaths. You were still alive. ‘But for how long?’ he thought, hopelessness clouding his thoughts.

No. He couldn’t afford to think that way. Not in this situation.

He wasn’t sure how long it took for the ambulance to arrive. All he knew was that it had finally gotten there, and every second it took felt like a second too long when he held your bruised and bloodied body in his arms.

The minute the paramedics had reached him they were asking him too many questions about things he was too dazed to remember and taking you out of his arms and onto a gurney.

Jason allowed a paramedic to guide him into the ambulance and suddenly the stress his body was under finally set in as the adrenaline wore off. He was dizzy and a newfound nausea had him leaning over a bucket with an emergency responder holding his hair out of his face.

He barely registered what was happening as the doors of the ambulance were shut and the vehicle started moving. He blinked as someone shone a flashlight into his eyes and said something about a concussion. He was moved onto a second gurney, even though he was sure he didn’t need it. Jason was vaguely aware of his surroundings during the drive to the hospital, but his thoughts mainly centered around your safety. He kept trying to ask the paramedic that hovered over him about you, but he wasn’t entirely sure his sentences were coming out correctly.

The white of the inside of the hospital contrasted starkly to the night sky and suddenly everything was indistinguishable from everything else. Just a meaningless blur of white walls and white uniforms and white machines and white lights.

He groaned slightly as black spots danced across his vision. It was getting harder and harder to think, and the bright lights were hurting his head.

He couldn’t quite place when—or if—he lost consciousness, and the next thing he knew he was lying in a hospital bed, Bruce at his side.

anonymous asked:

Can I request an imagine where Zen is in a daze while MC visits him and confesses he loves her while she's doing some normal thing?

This is such a cute and sweet request anonny! Although I am going to apologize in advance, at times I feel like I don’t write Zen’s character correctly, if that makes sense. I mean, I love him and he’s a great character but I feel like I don’t always portray him right plus I find it difficult at times to come up with realistic scenarios for him. So if this veers to far off from Zen’s character, please let me know so that I can change it! But thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


  • Ever since the first day you appeared on the messenger, Zen gravitated towards you, although he wasn’t sure why in the beginning
  • Zen, the one of the most beautiful, talented, and charismatic men to walk the streets of Korea and could have any woman out there, some even tried to do whatever it took to make them his
  • But he knew his soulmate was out there, waiting for him so he patiently waited
  • The more time that passed by the more Zen started losing hope of ever finding his true love, until one fateful day when you showed up
  • The eleven days you were on the messenger were some of the best days of Zen’s life
  • Even though he couldn’t see you, your messages of encouragement and humor made him smile and chuckle while every time he listened to you when you called him, his heart fluttered with joy and love
  • While Zen did shamelessly flirt with you over the messenger, he frowned when you would brush off his attempts as jokes
  • Seeing you being so friendly with the other RFA members sliced deep in Zen’s heart, he wasn’t usually the jealous type but his love for you was stronger than any other he’s ever had
  • So he tried his best to show you that he wasn’t just an egotistical narcissist and it seemed that you were starting to warm up to him
  • All seemed to be going well until an Unknown man tried to harm you and take you away
  • Zen had never felt such anger in his life, he knew that he the reason he was feeling so much rage was because of his love for you
  • Even after saving you from the Unknown man, Zen was still apprehensive about telling you his feelings, he knew that you were still shaken up from the night’s events
  • When the night of the first RFA party came, Zen felt strange - He was completely fine talking normally to you but when it came to confessing his feelings, he felt himself become tongue-tied
  • Zen couldn’t understand why he was so nervous about telling you his feelings of love towards you, but if he had to guess, it was fear of you rejecting him
  • So he figured to try and get to know you as much as possible then maybe he would be more comfortable expressing his love to you
  • After about a month since your first RFA party, Zen was still a hopeless romantic
  • But the two of you became close friends, something that Zen loved and hated at the same time
  • One day, he invited you over to watch one of his newest musicals on DVD since you were too sick at the time to attend the performance in person
  • Your eyes lit up as soon as Zen opened the front door for you, you gave him a tight hug saying “I missed you, Zenny! I’m excited to finally see you performing, even if it isn’t live.“
  • Zen could only nod in response, your upbeat and cheery attitude was one of the many reasons this man was in love with you
  • “Why don’t you set up the DVD while I make us some tea, okay Zen?” You asked Zen as he mumbled his agreement
  • Once Zen had the performance ready on his tv, he flopped himself on his couch and sighed, running his hands through his long bangs
  • “My God, MC, I just, I love you so much. Is it even possible to love someone this much? Every time I look into your eyes I get lost in your beauty. You’re so special to me, you accept me for who I am and have supported me so much, how could I not completely fall head over heels for you? I don’t get why it’s so hard for me to say this to you face to face… I will always love you, my precious MC.”
  • Zen snapped out of the strange daze he was in when he heard you gasp, your hands shaking as you held two cups of tea
  • “O-oh, MC, I don’t know what came over me! Just uh, just forget everything I said okay? Sorry about that…” Zen frantically stated as he jumped up from the couch
  • He assumed you would laugh at his pathetic statement or scoff at his rude boldness but what you did stunned Zen
  • You bit your quivering lip to try and stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks, Zen blinked in surprise at your reactions
  • “Oh no I should be the one apologizing Zen! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your, um, conversation.” You told him as you furiously wiped your teary eyes
  • Zen chuckled softly, gently removing your hands from your eyes as he wiped your remaining tears away with his thumb
  • “Well, every word that I said is true, MC. I love you with all of my heart. I know that I’m usually such an open and talkative guy but it’s been so difficult to express my feelings for you for some reason. But honestly, I’m glad that you heard my confession MC because every single word of it is true.” Zen firmly told you as you gazed into his determined ruby eyes
  • Now it was your turn to giggle as you placed a small kiss to Zen’s cheek, smiling as you said “Then I guess it’s a good thing that I love you back Zen! It was a really beautiful confession and I’m glad that I overheard you. I truly love you too, Zen.”
  • Zen smiled broadly as he pulled you in for a proper, long, and loving kiss, which you happily returned
  • While it may have been an awkward confession, Zen was more than happy that you both had mutual feelings for each other, a bond of love that would never be broken
I Wanna Know

Summary: Dean helps the reader decorate for Christmas but he doesn’t make it easy.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,724

Christmas Request by: @loveitsallineed

“Dean Winchester! Stop eating my decorations!” You shout swatting his hand away from the popcorn bowl.

“This is a snack, sweetheart.” He replies rolling his gorgeous green eyes.

“I’m trying to make popcorn garland, dude. Keep it out of your mouth!”

“There are so many dirty things I wanna say right now. I can’t even pick one.” Dean cracks before taking a sip of his whiskey.

You can’t help but snicker at the charming hunter sitting across from you. For some reason, the boy keeps invading your Christmas activities. And he keeps distracting the hell out of you.

Even though the Winchester brothers are both home, you’ve only seen one brother at a time. They’ve barely spent more than two minutes together in the last couple of days and it’s strange as fuck.

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Beauty and the Beast: Part 1

• Thomas Jefferson x Reader
• Multi-Part Au
• Part 1
• Word Count: 1071
• Warnings: song lyrics? Straight man™ not able to take no for an answer
• Song(s) in this part: “Belle” “Belle (Reprise)”
• Song lyrics in italics, everything else in normal writing
• One French franc is equivalent to 0.16 American Dollars, so the 100 francs Y/N is carrying is equivalent to 16.37 American dollars
• Due to her beauty, everyone calls Y/N Belle
• Gaston and Lefou are still in it, basically everyone is the same except Belle and Beast
• Translations:
o Bonjour: Hello
o Monsieur: Mr.
o Père: Father
o Je ne sais quoi: basically means ‘a quality that cannot be described or named easily’

Y/N L/N, known by everyone as Belle, walked down the stone road, holding a straw basket. Inside the basket were two books and about 100 francs to be bread and some other things. 

“Little town, it’s a quiet village. Every day like the one before. Little town, full of little people. Waking up to say,” Y/N sang while walking down the road.

The various people in the town shouted ‘bonjour’ when they opened their window shutters.

“There goes the baker with his tray, like always,” Y/N sang, “the same old bread and rolls to sell. Every morning just the same, since the morning that we came to the poor, provincial town.”

“Good morning, Belle!” Monsieur Jean said. 

“Good morning, Monsieur Jean! Have you lost something again?” Y/N asked, taking a piece of bread off his stand. She then handed him twenty francs. 

“Well, Belle, I believe I have, the problem is, I’ve—I can’t remember what,” Monsieur Jean said. He then shrugged. “Oh well, I’m sure it’ll come to me. Where are you off to?” 

“I have to return this book to Père Robert. It’s about two lovers in fair Verona,” Y/N said, her voice light and airy. 

“Sounds boring,” Monsieur Jean said. He turned away from Y/N to go speak to another customer. 

“Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question. Dazed and distracted, can’t you tell? Never part of any crowd, ‘cause her head’s up on some cloud. No denying she’s a funny girl that Belle,” The townspeople sang as she walked past. Y/N ignored them. 

Bonjour! Good day! How is your family?” A passerby sang.

There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang, desperate to get away from the life she had.

Y/N skipped into Père Robert’s building. She had a sweet smile on her face, the one she normally had. 

“Ahh, if it isn’t the only bookworm in town! So, where did you run off to this week?” Père Robert asked.

“Two cities in Northern Italy!” Y/N said, sighing as she placed the book down. “I didn’t want to come back. Have you got any new places to go?” 

“I’m afraid not, Belle, but you may re-read any of the old ones that you’d like,” He said.

“Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Bon voyage!” He said.

As she walked out of his building, the passersby started to sing again. “Look there she goes, the girl is so peculiar. I wonder if she’s feeling well. With a dreamy, far-off look, and her nose stuck in a book. What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle.”

Y/N placed the new book she had chosen at Père Robert’s in her basket, she then walked past Gaston, who had seemed to have a newfound obsession with marrying her.

“Look at her, LeFou—my future wife.  Belle is the most beautiful girl in the village, that makes her the best,” Gaston said. 

“But she’s so…well-read! You’re so… athletically inclined,” LeFou said, looking at Gaston. LeFou wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be with Gaston, or be Gaston.

“Yes, but ever since the war I’ve felt like I’ve been missing something, and she’s the only girl that gives me that sense of—“ Gaston said.

“Je ne sais quoi?” LeFou suggested.

Gaston muttered what LeFou thought to be ‘I don’t know what that means’.
Right from the moment when I met her, saw her, I said she’s gorgeous and I fell. Here in town, there’s only she who is beautiful as me, so I’m making plans to woo and marry Belle,” Gaston sang, gazing at Y/N. He got up and started to walk after her, but he first stopped to get some flowers to give to her. “Pardon.”  

“Good day,” Y/N said.

Y/N continued to walk through the crowd, Gaston struggling to walk after her through the thick crowd of people. 

Excuse me. Please let me through!” Gaston sang.

There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang.

Just watch, I’m going to make Belle my wife!” Gaston sang.

Y/N returned home shortly after. 

“I am going to the market, Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow! What would you like, my dear?” Y/N’s father asked her.

“A rose, papa,” Y/N said.

“Alright, a rose it is! I’ll be back tomorrow with a rose,” her father said. Soon after he drove the carriage away.

“So, Belle, I don’t see why you haven’t married someone yet,” Gaston said. 

“I don’t see how this is any of your business, Gaston,” Y/N said, walking out of the garden and closing the fence behind her. 

“When your father dies, you don’t want to end up having to beg for spare change on the street,” Gaston said. 

“I really don’t think you should be lecturing me on this, right now, Gaston,” She said.

“You could always marry me,” Gaston said, as Y/N walked up to her door.

“Gaston, I will never marry you,” She said as she closed the door.

She heard Gaston walk away and breathed a sigh of relief. She was tired of him and his constant coming after he. Why couldn’t he just take no for an answer.
She walked back outside, extremely frustrated. “Can you imagine? Me, the wife of the boorish, brainless… Madame Gaston, can’t you just see it? Madame Gaston, his little wife, ugh! No, sir! Not me! I guarantee it! I want much more than this provincial life! I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell, and for once it might be grand, to have someone understand, I want so much more than they’ve got planned…”

Tagged: @a-blog-of-hamilton-and-writing

retrograde | 2

Originally posted by jengkook

◇ “Anything to help one of my own. Dark times we live in, now.”

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fantasy!au

1 | 3


“I’m telling you, Tae,” you sighed, holding your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you attempted to shove your books into your bag, while calming your best friend down at the same time. “I’m fine-

“Why didn’t you call me yesterday? You always call me after work so that you can walk home without scaring yourself silly. And it was storming last night. Do you know how worried I was-?”

You felt yourself get irritated at the amount of questions and accusations flying out of Taehyung’s mouth at a mile per second. You couldn’t remember what happened yourself, and you were frustrated with trying to remember even an inkling of what happened last night. Taehyung scolding your ear off wasn’t helping at all.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, clenching your jaw, shutting your eyes, trying to steady your breathing and calm yourself down. “I’m fine. If you’re so worried about me, you can see me after class. Bye.”

You hung up on him before he could protest, and threw your phone in your bag. You scoffed at the thought of Taehyung, who was probably cursing you from across the town. At the same time, you knew he was only worried about you.

Taehyung had been your friend for a while. From when you were about 9 or 10, you think. He had moved into your hometown and had been in your class - and he couldn’t seem to leave you alone. Soon enough, you grew fond of the boy - no matter how annoyingly clingy and over-protective he could be.

Checking your reflection in the mirror once more, you internally winced at your appearance. Since yesterday, the bags under your eyes refused to leave - your skin looked dull and your hair was frizzy and the completely wrong shape. You could only blame it on the strange events that had happened last night.

As if compelled by that thought, your eyes veer towards the golden chain that dangled from your wrist. You had no idea why you hadn’t taken it off - but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. No matter how hard you tried, it was almost as if something was telling you to leave the bracelet alone.

And that frightened you more than anything.


After your classes had finished, as planned, you waited at the bus stop to visit Taehyung. The weather was chilly, and even at 3 o’clock, you could see the sky beginning to darken. The thought of the sky eventually turning from it’s beautiful icy blue into a dark, inky void made you shiver. If anything, you were more scared of the darkness than ever - it only reminded you of yesterday night.

A part of you wanted to completely forget about reassuring Taehyung of your wellbeing and just going home, especially as your mind started to wander…

You looked to the trees that were on the other side of the suspiciously empty road. They led into the park that was usually teeming with joggers or dog-walkers - though now, with winter taking it’s toll on the enviroment, their leaves were ripped from their branches, and they looked daunting and intimidating. 

You frowned, turning away from the trees. They gave you a strange feeling - a kind of heaviness, weighing down on your figure, almost as if they were watching you, or someone was watching you from the trees. Almost as if… as if you could feel their stares digging into your skin.

You shook your head. A laugh wells up im your chest, and you scoff flusteredly at yourself. You shouldn’t be thinking that everything was somehow strange and connected to that man. You used this bus stop almost every day, for God’s sake! And trees? Watching you? I’m going insane. Maybe seeing Taehyung was for the better, actually.

The low rumbling of the bus’s engine snapped you out of your deleterious reverie, and in your strange daze you stand up too quickly for your body to process, because your head starts to spin. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself by holding onto a small tree that was planted beside the bus stop.

Realizing that the bus was quickly approaching, you fumbled through your bag for your bus pass. Crap. The little green card was nowhere to be found, even after you had rifled through your purse and every single pocket in your bag. You cursed. Walking to Taehyung’s apartment would take at least 30 minutes - but by bus, the journey was only 10 minutes long. And it would be almost completely dark by time you got to Taehyung’s if you walked, too.

“Are you getting on, miss?” Your head shot up to see the bus driver looking at you expectantly. You blanched, gulping, anxiety pulsing in your chest with every passing second. Maybe you could just ask him to let you on free, just this once? He knew you, even a tiny bit, from getting the bus so often.

“Um, I don’t - I don’t have my-”

“She’s getting on,” a voice from behind you sighed. Startled, your head snaps towards the source of the voice, coming face to face with a rather short man. You hadn’t heard him come up behind you, and your heart pounds as you meet his gaze - it feels too intimate, almost as if he was able to figure out everything about you by meeting your eyes. He wasn’t shorter than you - but he was only taller than you by a couple of centimetres. His hair was midnight black, and it stood out against his pale skin and dark, tired eyes.

You watch, gaping yet glowing with gratitude, as the man slips passed you and touches his own bus pass to the little machine that was beside the bus driver, and listen as a small beep signified that the fare had been payed.

After a moment of realizing that you were still standing outside, looking on with an open mouth, you gathered yourself and stepped onto the surprisingly almost empty bus. You turned to the man who had paid for you.

“Thank you, really. I don’t know how I can repay you-”

“It’s okay,” he interrupted, pulling out a small cassette and a pair of earphones. Your stomach drops as you see his eyes drop down to the bracelet on your wrist, and you instinctively cover your wrist with your other hand - “Anything to help one of my own. Dark times we live in, now.”

And then he was walking down the aisle of the bus to the very back, leaving you gobsmacked. You gaze at the bracelet on your wrist, and a cold chill sets over your body. Your limbs suddenly feel very weak with anxiety and you gulp, peering around at the empty seats.

You shivered, despite the heat inside the bus, and opted to sit at the very front, near the doors. With a shaky sigh, you lean your head against the frosty windows, glaring at the golden jewellery around your wrist.

Just what had you gotten yourself into?


You almost missed your stop because you were so deep in thought. Between being terrified of the strange man at the back of the bus - who you could feel staring at you - and thinking deeply about what happened in the book store, it surprised you that you had managed to remember that you actually had to get off.

With shaky legs, you adjusted your bag on your shoulders and stood up, gripping onto the cold metal rails to steady yourself. You could feel the man from before staring holes into your back, but you refused to turn around. You strode out of the bus as soon as the bus stopped, only turning to tell the bus driver ‘thanks’.

You could still feel him staring at you as you walked passed the numerous flower beds and trees that surrounded the apartments looming above you. Taehyung’s apartment complex was probably one of the nicest in the city - it was full of old people and small families, and was decorated with trees and flowers that were maintained by volunteers - one of which was Taehyung himself.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you finally got out of the sight of the bus, which was moving further and further away from you. You took a deep inhale of breath, trying to slow down your racing heartbeat.

You know why you were so scared of that man - you don’t think he wanted to hurt you, but there was no way that after yesterday’s events, this was a coincidence. There was something weird going on, and you wanted to know what… You don’t know, but he certainly wasn’t someone that you wanted to be around again.

You came to the front of Taehyung’s apartment complex, standing in front of the door that could only be opened by entering a code, using a key, or being let in from the inside. You would get Taehyung to tell you the code, but he couldn’t remember it - he had become reliant on either using his keys or calling the old women above him, Mrs. Jung, to let him in.

You typed in Taehyung’s apartment number - 103 - and waited impatiently for the hyperactive boy to answer the call and let you in. 

“Hello? Who is it?” A voice crackled through the machine. You rolled your eyes, huffing. It was getting darker outside and a wintry chill was setting over everything and anything it came across. You shivered, rubbing your hands up and down your arms.

“Were you expecting anyone else? Open up, Kim.” You heard a scoff on the other end, even as the door clicked and allowed you to enter.

“You could be a little nicer about it-” Another roll of your eyes, and you were pushing through the door and striding up the stairs to Taehyung’s apartment.


“Thank God, you’re  okay!” Taehyung held you at arms length and inspected you, not even bothering to let you in yet. You raised an eyebrow at him as he leaned in to stare at your eyes.

“Are you okay, Taehyung? I told you I was fine-” You muttered as you broke free of his grip. You looked at the boy in front of you, as he stepped back and invited you in. 

“That’s exactly what someone who wasn’t fine would say,” he whispered, widening his eyes and wiggling his fingers in your face. You laughed at his whimsical antics as you passed through his familiar hallway.

“How many cans of Mountain Dew have you had?” You questioned, staring from the fidgety boy to the various papers and books strewn about his living room, plopping down onto the love seat. Taehyung shrugged, collapsing onto the couch beside you with an ‘umph!’. 

“So, are you gonna tell me what happened?” It was silent for a moment. You knew that Taehyung always knew when you were lying - so you could either lie and make him worried, or tell the truth and make him worried.

You shook your head, letting out a fake laugh. “I told you, Tae. I forgot to call you, and anyway - service wasn’t too good because of the storm-” You lifted your hand, running it over your hair in an attempt to calm yourself down.

And you don’t notice it, but Taehyung’s eyes zero in on your wrist - where the strange bracelet dangled. His breath stuck in his throat, and his face grew dark and sombre. “Where did you get that bracelet?”

You looked up in surprise, having just been blurting out excuses left and right. You looked at your wrist. You felt a stone of nervousness set in your stomach - your were less than comfortable with the strange bracelet, and even being merely questioned about it made you paranoid. “T-this?”

Taehyung nodded, his eyebrows furrowing deeper.

“Oh, I just - I was walking home, you see, and - it was laying in the grass, so I… I picked it up,” you finished in an uncertain tone. Taehyung’s jaw clenched, and you felt startled by his emotionless expression. But suddenly, as if realizing how he looked, his face brightened, eyebrows unfurrowing and settling back into an easy-going expression.

“Oh, that’s cool,” he smiled, before turning to the books that were at his feet - and everywhere else, really. He picked one up, opening up a page and turning to you, his rectangular smile painted on his face. “Do you wanna hear about my project?”


You wiped your hands on the towel in Taehyung’s bathroom. Suddenly, gazing into the mirror, you felt more drained than ever. The bags under your eyes seemed darker, your hair appeared flatter and drabber - even your skin, which was usually okay-looking, was extremely dull and graying. What was happening to you?

As you stared into the mirror, it was almost as if you were blacking out. You suddenly felt dizzy - and no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t concentrate on anything - it felt as if your mind was just a blur of colours and vague sounds. 

You blinked, and in your blurry daze you see a flash of bright colour - and then gasped, snapping out of your reverie. You leaned forward to the mirror, looking into your eyes as much as you could. You frowned. Shaking your head, you laughed - it had looked as if your eyes had just turned purple. The lack of sleep was getting to your brain - you were starting to go mental.

After splashing some cold water on your face to wake yourself up after your little episode, you exited the bathroom, and started to walk towards the living room. Taehyung had been chatting your ear off about his new project on one of the most inspirational singers in his life. Honestly, you had heard about Prince so many times now, that you could probably recite his life story in your sleep.

You were about to turn the corner into Taehyung’s living room, when you heard something that made you stop in your tracks.

“I told you to keep him in line while I was gone,” you heard someone hiss. You froze. The voice was definitely coming from the living room - and it sounded like Taehyung, although you had never heard Taehyung speak with so much poison in his voice.

You stood still, pressed flush against the wall, holding your ear as close to the living room as you dared, a strange feeling swirling in your stomach.

“Jimin,” you heard Taehyung curse, “I don’t care if Jungkook decides to mark some other petty human - just not her!” It was silent for  few seconds before you heard Taehyung scoff. 

“Yeah, whatever. 'Meant to be’, my ass. You better tell Jeon to be ready to give her up. We don’t need anymore drama, thanks very much.”

You felt your lungs strain under the pressure of holding your breath. You took a silent intake of air, before listening closely.

Another silence, before you heard Taehyung speak again, this time his voice softened. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” He sighed, before he spoke again, “Okay, bye.”

You stand still for a couple more moments, confused out of your mind and a growing fear in your chest. Taehyung was hiding something for you - and you don’t think it’s a coincidence that it was right after the events at the book store, and he was definitely referencing to you, too.

After a few seconds, though, you remembered that you were supposed to come back, and you chose this as the moment to act as if you were only coming out of the bathroom. You were still confused as to what Taehyung was talking about (or who he was talking to), and you were replaying the scene over and over in your head.

How Taehyung had sounded so bitter, so mean - even though the angriest you had ever seen him was when you had beaten him at Mario Kart.

How he had referred to humans as ‘petty’ - how he had said ‘humans’, as if he wasn’t one…

Taehyung’s head shot up as he spotted you coming out from behind the wall. Passed his easy-going smile and bright eyes, you could see the nervousness and shock he hid, too, as if he was expecting you to confront him and demand about what was going on. “O-oh, hey!”

You smiled your most believable smile, ignoring the thumping in your chest, and stayed in your position in the middle of the living room. It was the first time you had felt scared because of Taehyung, and it was a weird feeling. The man that you could possibly trust with your life, was holding something incredibly important from you. Something that he didn’t want you to know about - he would’ve told you already if he did want you to know.

“Um, I- I’m feeling a bit sick,” you mumbled, placing a hand on your stomach, trying to play your part accordingly. “I think I’ll head out now…”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung pouted, eyes becoming large and bottom lip jutting out in an attempt to make you stay. “But I was just getting to the good part about Prince’s Love Symbol album-”

You let out a weak laugh, hauling your bag onto your shoulder. “Yeah right, Taehyung. You’ve literally told me everything about that album - I really don’t need to know anymore.”

Taehyung sighed in disappointment, following you like a lost puppy to his front door. Your nerves grew as silence ensued, almost too loud and tense for you to handle. It was as if you thought he would suddenly pull out a knife and kill you or something, and you refrained from peering over your shoulder.

“I - I’ll see you later or something,” you tried, “And, uh… Yeah, bye-”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything, before you walked away from his apartment door, hoping that he didn’t question your strange behavior. You let out a silent breath as you waited for the elevator to arrive on Taehyung’s floor (no way were you taking the stairs, you weren’t risking the chance of somebody ambushing you - God, you were getting so paranoid…).

As soon as you entered the elevator and the doors closed, you leaned back and closed your eyes. Okay, _____, think rationally. You’ve known Taehyung since you were a child - you knew him better than he knew himself. But, that didn’t explain the bizarre conversation you had over heard, or - now that you think about it, his reaction to the bracelet on your wrist.

Something deep inside you was linking Taehyung to what had happened at the book store. You had an inkling of a thought that Taehyung knew what had happened - the look he had given your bracelet was not one of unfamiliarity.

And if Taehyung wasn’t going to tell you what was going on, you would find out on your own.

Beauty and the Beast: Belle

Pairings: Dean x Reader (eventually), Walter (OFC), Mr. Ramirez (OFC), Marquis (OFC), Lucifer, Crowley, Claire, mentions of Abaddon

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Swearing, somewhat stalking

A/N: Finally, right? Meet the Reader! By the way, Claire is also apart of the gang. If you have the Wayward Sisters, you have to have the Wayward Daughters too. The beautiful collage was made by @hillywooddestiel

Part Summary: The Reader is introduced and her … predicament with Lucifer is explained.


Little town it’s a quiet village everyday like the one before little town full of little people waking up to say bonjour bonjour bonjour bonjour bonjour

Y/N Y/L/N stumbled down the hallway, “Fuck,” she mumbled, rubbing the spot on her knee that she just rammed into the wall. She was nearly late for work.

As she hopped down the hallway with one shoe on, the other in her hand, she checked her watch, 7:37 a.m.. “Fuck,” she muttered yet again, “This is why you don’t hit snooze, Y/N!” She scolded herself as she slipped on her other shoe, grabbed her backpack and keys, and bolted out of the door.

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Baby, Baby (M)

genre: smut/slight angst

member/group: Jung Hoseok

word count: 3113

a/n: this scenario is based on winner’s new song that has been giving me way too many feels. listen to it while reading this if you want. :)

In which on this cold, lonely night, Hoseok wishes for nothing more than the warmth of your body entwined in his.

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my roommate wakes up in the middle of the night to a strange crinkling sound. dazed and half-awake, she shines a flashlight towards my side of the room and onto my bed

i shriek and cower in fear, holding my bag of reese’s pieces closer to my chest. i have eaten all of the candy.  the kale didn’t save me.  i have lost.

[ML Fandom Week 2016]: That Awkward Moment When...

Having only three hours a day to write all these chapters is going to be the end of me smh

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]

Title: That Awkward Moment When…

Summary: “Marinette wasn’t an idiot. As many precautions as she insisted they take, she knew she and Chat Noir were both going to find out sooner or later. Of course, Marinette assumed that the way they’d found out wasn’t by running right smack into each other and detransforming in front of the other. So of course, in a typical calm and rational manner, they pointed to each other and screamed.”

Because, nine times out of ten, letting the cat out of the bag just ends up being very, very awkward.

Day 2: Friends

The moment they walked back into class, Marinette had this strong, paranoid feeling that everyone else in their class just knew .

Apparently that’s what happened when you were suddenly holding double the secrets you were before. It felt like they were spilling out of you and everyone could just see it.

Adrien and Marinette were both scolded when they finally arrived for the last fifteen minutes of class, and were given late slips for their parents to sign and bring back the next day along with double homework for the night. It made sense logically that their entire class would be staring and making muttered comments at their expense. This happened to Marinette every time she was late, and she was far too used to it.

But the fact that Adrien — Adrien Agreste, love of her life, perfect, wonderful, and lovely — was Chat Noir this entire time was still knocking around in her head and putting her in this strange daze that made it feel like the entire world was tipped on its edge. Everyone’s stares felt like they were going right through her, reading her paranoia like a book. Like they knew exactly what she was agonizing about and were actually tittering about it behind books and hands.

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Relevant Words on an Irrelevant Bathroom Stall

I’m not going in order because a certain @katryusha  won’t let me XD. Also, I’d like to thank her for being my beta.

Also, ugly title is ugly.

Prompt Number Four: High School AU Click here for the first one.

‘Arthur Kirkland is bae af’

Emerald eyes widened and the golden-haired Brit parted his lips in partial surprise. Who knew that words haphazardly scribbled across a bathroom stall could bring someone such conflicted feelings?

“See? It’s as I told you.” Francis said with a smirk, patting his friend on the shoulder. “Someone wrote that about you on a bathroom stall. Didn’t I just make your day better?”

Thick brows furrowed and Arthur ran his finger across the fading markered words, the corners of his lips twitching down momentarily as he tried to place the handwriting. Where had he seen it before?

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anonymous asked:

Story of Jumin and MC as a couple but soon MC fall for Zen and wanted to break up with Jumin but Jumin don't want to so he agreed to a three person relationship (MWAHAHAHAH) and thennnnnnnn BED SCENE PLEASEEEEE

aah thank you for the request! i’m reeeally sorry, but i wasn’t in the mood for writing smut so this is all just the build up to it. i’ll let your mind fill in the blanks ;)

It was so wrong. You knew it was. But your feelings for Zen were growing every day.

You still loved Jumin, and that’s what made it worse. You knew it was wrong to stay with him when you weren’t 100% devoted, and you knew he was the jealous type so you were scared to bring it up.

“Jumin… is it ok if we just talk for a minute?” you said, trying to pluck up enough courage to actually do what needed to be done. He looked a little confused as he walked over from his desk to sit with you on the sofa.

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

“I… yes. Sort of. I don’t really know how to… how to say this,” you said quietly, stumbling over your words.

You could see the worry growing in his eyes.

“It’s okay, I can handle it. You can tell me anything,” he encouraged, reaching out and lacing his fingers through yours. You pulled away, masking your guilt with anger.

“N-no! I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry. I love you, Jumin, but I… I have feelings for someone else too,”

The silence hung in the air for what felt like hours.

After a few moments, Jumin finally opened his mouth to reply.

“That’s okay,” he spoke slowly, “I don’t mind sharing,”

“Sh-sharing?” you asked, shocked. Jumin was such a jealous, possessive person usually - you weren’t sure what had come over him.

“Yes. I don’t mind. I can’t lose you,”

You peered at his face, studying his expression. He seemed… genuine? He seemed as though he actually meant what he said.

“You don’t even know who it is,” you blinked. You had never been in a three-person relationship before, as much as you had wanted to. You’d never felt comfortable bringing it up to any of your partners, but this… this hadn’t even been your suggestion. Jumin was the one who had brought it up.

You doubted Jumin would feel the same once he knew who it was.

“I don’t care. If you love them and they love you, I don’t mind sharing. Perhaps I can grow to love them too,”

At this point, you couldn’t help but snort with laughter. There was no chance Jumin could grow to love Zen.

“What’s so funny? Who is this other person?”

You composed yourself. It was inappropriate to laugh in a situation like this. Chances are, Jumin would explode as soon as you said the name. You prepared yourself.


There was a silence. Jumin stared at you as though trying to detect whether or not this was a joke or a lie.

“Well…” he said after an agonizing silence, “I suppose he is attractive,”

Your eyebrows shot up and your mouth fell open. This was not the response you had anticipated. You went to speak but the words got lost somewhere between your brain and your mouth and so you just spluttered. Jumin smirked.

“Why don’t we call him now?”


Jumin had already pulled his phone out from his pocket and was dialling.

“But… wait, I don’t even know if Zen feels the same way about me,”

“He does,”


“He does,” repeated Jumin, with certainty.

“How do you know?” you challenged.

He glanced at you, raising his eyebrows, and held the phone to his ear.

“Zen. Hello,” pause, “Yes, I know, but I have something important to discuss. Please come to my penthouse,” pause, “As soon as is convenient,” pause, “Sooner than that,” pause, “I don’t care. Make time. You’ll want to hear this,” And with that, Jumin hung up.

You waited anxiously. Jumin had gone to ‘prepare’ himself, whatever that meant, and when a knock came at the door, you squealed in surprise. You went to the door and opened it.

“Someone named Zen has arrived to speak to Mr Han,” said the security guard.

“I… uh, let him in,”

The security guard nodded and stepped to the side. Your breath caught with nervousness when you saw Zen walk through the doorway. The security guard closed the door behind him as he left.

“MC? What the hell is going on? Why does that jerk think he can just order me around like that?”

“Zen… I think something’s wrong,” you say quietly, “I think he’s freaking out-”

“Zen, good to see you could make it,” Jumin’s voice came from behind you, and you turned around and watched him striding over, “We have something important we wish to discuss with you,”

“You think you can just call me up and expect me to drop everything just to come and see you?” Zen exclaimed angrily.

“Well… it worked, didn’t it?”

Zen’s mouth opened to make a retort, but then closed.

“MC has feelings for you,” Jumin said plainly.

“Jumin!” you exclaimed. Way to be subtle.

“What?” Zen asked.

“I know you have feelings for her too. I am willing to make a compromise,”

“Why are you talking like this is a business meeting? What the hell is going on?!” Zen said.

“I do not wish to lose MC, but I want her to be happy. So I would very much appreciate it if you could accept my offer,


“To join our relationship,”

Zen looked dumbstruck.

“Join… what? You mean, the three of us? In a relationship? Together?”

You barely had time to realise what was happening before Jumin had grabbed hold of Zen’s collar and was kissing him full on the mouth. Zen struggled for a moment, before accepting and melting into the kiss.

Today really was full of surprises.

Jumin pulled back looking thoughtful while Zen looked hot and flustered.

“I could get used to that,” Jumin observed, before grabbing hold of your collar and kissing you roughly, pulling away as before and leaving you flustered and… strangely turned on. He then stepped back and glanced between you and Zen. “Your turn,”

You looked up at Zen, and he looked back at you, confused. Was this some kind of test? Both your faces were still flushed from the kiss, and you were both breathing heavily. After a moment, Zen shrugged, grabbing hold of your waist and pulling you closer to kiss you. He pressed his body against yours and you could feel his arousal between his legs pressing into your hip. When you broke apart, you looked at each other in surprise.

“Good,” Jumin observed, “Now that’s out of the way, let’s take this to the bedroom,”

“The… the bedroom?” asked Zen, sounding strangely dazed.

“Yes,” Jumin replied. It came out like an order.

Both of them obeyed.

unproductive shadows

Maddened by forms of yourself
Wandering apartment hallways
Identified by translucent fragility
Formless in the home you resided in.

Complaints in a strange age
Clung to dazed memories
No longer regaining thoughts
Except for the pained one
Over and over no longer alive.

A ghost trapped in an invalid’s body
Fruitless in it’s attempts to validate
Emergence out of spiteful redemption
From impossible notions of resurrection

Play the Ace pt 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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