the velvet couch

If you’re looking for something to read this fine Tuesday evening you should!!! read Wild by the lovely lovely @seefin, which has got all the things you never knew you needed in your life like: a sisterhood of wandless witches, roadtrips through Ireland, make out-sessions in dark alleys and a house i’d die to live in and still all i’ve managed to draw so far is draco sleeping on a couch bc of my awful artist’s block

melodrama through the eyes of a (fellow) synaesthete

hello everyone! just like lorde herself, i have a strong case of synaesthesia (I get colour visions, but also tastes and scents as well), so this is my attempt to review the masterpiece that is melodrama through my synaesthetical experiences

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green light: car air freshener, heated highway and the visions you get when you drive in heat (a la mirages), blackberry-scented cheap shower gel, a pistachio green silk scarf, old school adidas kicks, lemon juice drops on fresh summer salad, beige satin, old black cars (a la classic cadillacs and jaguars), maple syrup, the heat of cairo at around 11 am

sober: ripe honeydew, the smell of guitar wood varnish, red satin ribbons, smudged glass coffee tables, spilled lemonade on said tables, peach vodka, the feel of white plaster in old museums where security guards are very strict, cough syrup (both the colour and the flavour), artificial smell of mint, mint gum, velvet red carpeting in old and badly aired town halls, the humidity of rainforest

homemade dynamite: 4 am sunrise straight after a storm with torn dark grey, nearly black clouds being ripped, smell of gasoline, deep puddles in cracked pavement, dimmed street lights about to go out, magenta, white musk perfume from the body shop, deep indigo of the nearly sunrise of mid may, that walk home from a rowdy night out when everyone is more or less sobered up, but not sober enough to feel shy yet, still drunk enough to be honest with affection and cursing and slightly slurred speech

the louvre: bamboo blinds, bamboo shoots, bonsai trees, flowing honey, varnished birchwood, sunlit old halls in ugly grey soviet buildings, silver hellium-filled balloons, white shiny doors between a party-filled room and a closet where hook-ups and one-night stands take place, old oil paint, the sunny, lemon yellow butterflies, muddly skies of july, edelflower syrup in a glass of white wine, edelflower flower crowns, an expensive pool in a mansion-like house in hollywood hills, the eerie comfort and anxiety of the opening credits of twin peaks

liability: massive bouquets of lily of the valley, white lace curtains knitted by a grandmother, greyness of a sunday in a village on a last warm october day, a single light in an office on a late night in a massive skyscraper, dried flowers, drops of nosebleed on a crystal clean white sink, grey that turns into pastel lilac, the feeling of ripped paper

hard feelings/loveless: faint sunrise shining through the windows of a manhattan apartment in a skyscraper, all shades of orange spilling onto a hi-tec kitchen, cointreau liqueur, sunny warm nights on ocean beach, lukewarm bathtubs when the bath foam has fizzled, bonfires and burned marshmallows, just the beginning of feeling buzzed (like a glass of wine in), tender shades of yellow, rustiness of old heavy doors into a basement, scaffolding sounds, first sunniest days of spring after a heavy winter, sunset in the ocean, heavy fluffy sweaters / neon diner signs, anime eyes, porcelain dolls, peach-flavoured bubblegum, glass bowls

sober ii (melodrama): colour of crimson, heavy red velvet couches, smudged matte red lipstick, glass shards, ripped pearl necklaces and scattered pearls on sticky floor, red limelight, stilettos, tight black bodysuits, smoky-eyed tall models in revealing tight and latex dresses, marble furniture with golden decor, fistfights during a party, ripped suits and thrown ties and unbuttoned white shirts on boys with wealthy fathers

writer in the dark: light parakeet green, whitewashed starched tablecloths that crunch, old wooden tables, rusty cages for canaries, Advocat liqueur, big pearl necklaces on black dresses, big sunglasses (a la Audrey’s in Breakfast at Tiffany’s), sunny Sunday mornings on a patio with a cup of fancy tea, sunday clothes, white churches in greece, silver tears and crying in the backseat after a breakup, wilted flowers in a vase with dirty water

supercut: light green and orange, Love Is bubblegum, peaches, apricots, mint, Mojitos, fairy lights above people at a rooftop party, roadtrip one takes after a breakup with all thier belongings, flavoured water that doesn’t quench thirst, sparkling water with lemon and ice cubes, worn down picnic blankets, fancy dresses girls wear to the entrance into a nightclub, folding chairs, chilled champagne

liability (reprise): cold winter wind of february, the feeling on the tip of the tongue from scolding hot tea, big white rooms in museums, light green, light smoke of e-cigarette that smells like peppermint, the smell of sunscreen, the stillness of a swimming pool at noon in heat

perfect places: red wine, swinging chandeliers, red plastic cups, glass grand pianos, the last summer party in august, that warm feeling at the end of the party where everyone’s buzzed and affectionate and there’s a lot of kissing and hugging and swinging, big fake golden earrings, summer fruits, fancy hotels and luxurious lifts/elevators, skinny dipping, black velvet dresses that touch the floor, uncontrollable laughing in comfy sweaters

Undiscovered

Undiscovered by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam

Sam, Dean, and Reader seek shelter in a storm, and find solace in each other.

Warnings: Inspired by Season 12, Episode 9, but no specific spoilers. EXPLICIT SMUT. Threesome (NO WINCEST), Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fingering, Dirty talk, Language, Alcohol.

Word Count: 4068 | On AO3

This was inspired by an idea from my Over 30 sisters & my impulsive purchase of a J2 Sandwich photo opp for Seacon in April. Ahhh! I’m freakin out! :) Enjoy! 

Our boots crunched on the wet leaves as we moved quickly through the forest. The overcast sky and misting rain didn’t help since we were already cold in thin, gray jumpsuits. I shivered as I followed close behind Dean, Sam behind us with the stolen gun.

Suddenly we reached a clearing and I could see the outline of a small building. As we approached Sam and I kept lookout, and Dean went up to jimmy the door of the cabin. After looking inside a window, he stepped back and kicked the door in. Sam and I followed him inside, looking quickly behind us before barricading the cabin with a heavy dresser.

The cabin was dark inside with half of the windows boarded up, and the hodgepodge of furniture collected like dusty landmines. The earthy scent of rain and old firewood smoke filled the air. We spread out around the one room, searching boxes and crates. Sam banged open a rusty metal filing cabinet on the far wall, and laughed shortly as he saw what was inside.

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Sabyasachi’s Firdaus Collection 2016: Firdaus is the highest garden in paradise, and in Sabyasachi rendition, most of the ingredients in the garden have traveled from as far as Burma, Ghana, and Turkey. Forty-seven artisans and three fine artists worked on the making of a single coat for over 1,600 hours. There were dip-dyed brocades, vegetable-dyed silk floss, velvet couching, brass sequins and more handwork than is visible to the untrained eye.

Constellations (M)

Summary: He was the president of one of the most notorious fraternities on campus. You had expected him to be the same as his other brothers – a sex-crazed, binge drinking maniac… But the truth ended up surprising you – in more ways than one.

Genre/Warnings: College!AU, Fratboy!Namjoon. It’s pretty much all fluff up until the smut part… Then my trash self happened and added some dirty talking and teasing, along with slightly rough sex. There’s also swearing.

Word Count: 10.7k. (is it too late now to say sorry?)

A/N: IT’S FINALLY DONE!!! I spent the whole fucking day writing this fic and it is now 2:30 A.M and I’m fucking exhausted. I love this fic so much, okay. It literally feels like I put my entire fucking soul into this (although that might just be the sleep talking lol) but I hope you guys like it!!!

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Got the photos from my first set for suicide girls back. Tuesday I will be uploading them. Here is a little teaser!! I will be posting more once I reach 1000 followers (only like 50 away so share the c rap out of this 🙃)
-photo by angels photography

Duet- Bucky Barnes x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Duet  By: Penny and Sparrow. I recommend playing this on repeat as you read. It sets the mood and tempo of the work and honestly it’s just a beautiful song and is worth hearing more than once. Italics are the lyrics. 

Notes/warnings: Anxiety, self-hate, mentions of scars, fluff, mentions of pregnancy. 

Originally posted by relationshipaims


I bet your shoulders can hold more than
Just the straps of that tiny dress
That I’ll help you slide aside
When we get home

 Bucky leaned against the bar and sipped on his scotch with a phantom smile on his lips. He watched as you mingled with patrons; smiling and offering gentle touches on arms and backs. The thin straps of your silk floor length gown pressed lightly into the soft flesh of your shoulders from the weight of the fabric and all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and slide them from your frame.

 His breath caught in his throat when you turned away from him and your hair brushed over your exposed back. How was it, that after years of being together, you still managed to make him feel like he was seeing you for the first time? How was it that you were able to shatter every wall he’d ever built with one look? How was it, that a man like himself, was with a woman like you?

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kookieloverfan  asked:

Do you think you could do a fic where Jungkook,Suga,Jimin or V are vampires and they love you and the other members are also vampires? Or angels With some fluff and angst ? Or zombie apocalypse (I really like those kind of fics)Thanks if you do, love your fics

What’s Your Name Beautiful? - BTS Vampire Imagine (ANGST + HORROR)

Y/N had noticed Taehyung pulling away in the last couple of weeks. It wasn’t like they were a couple, she told herself. She didn’t expect him to spend every waking moment with her but she did expect that as her best friend, he would want to spend some time with her. Just last night she had called him out to go see the new Marvel movie they had been excited about for the last year or so. Y/N did not expect such a dry response to her giddy call when Taehyung answered the phone. “I’m busy with the guys. I can’t.” He had said. Those “guys”. Y/N had grown to loathe those “guys”. Ever since Taehyung had joined that stupid indie-band, he had been devoting all of his time to completing his initiation. What kind of band needs an initiation? She hadn’t even heard of this band before Taehyung said he ran into a member at a club around three weeks ago. Jimi? Jime? Something ridiculous like that. Y/N figured she would give another go at keeping her friendship with Taehyung alive so she would go and pay him a well needed visit. All pettiness aside, she was worried about him. The last time she had seen him, he was in a furious rush. His eyes had the darkest circles she had ever seen and the whites of eyes had spots of red. She wondered if maybe that stupid band was forcing him to do things he didn’t want to do. Maybe drugs, she thought. But Y/N had pushed that thought away so many times; not Taehyung. Not her goofy best friend who got drunk off a shot and watched video-game plays on youtube and anime almost every Friday night. Y/N had texted Taehyung she was coming but like the countless other texts she had sent the past week, he hadn’t replied.

Y/N knocked on Taehyung’s door bearing the gifts of his favourite pick-me ups; Japchae, cinnamon buns and a couple of Hayao Miyazaki movies. There was no answer. Y/N knocked on the door a couple more times but there was still no answer. Eventually, after a minute or so, Taehyung did come to the door. He cracked the door open a bit and looked through. Y/N almost gasped out loud at seeing him. His face was sunken, his eyes were wider than she’s ever seen and his skin looked so clammy she couldn’t believe it was still skin. “Taehyung..” she whispered in utter shock. He didn’t look human. He looked almost Golem.

Taehyung rolled his large eyes, “What do you want Y/N?”  he snapped, his voice was thick and deeper than she’d ever heard but she wasn’t scared of him, she was scared for him. “Taehyung, what is happening. You need to see a doctor.”  Taehyung laughed a deep, throaty, cruel laugh. “If you came here to tell me that, you can go.”

Taehyung was about close the door but Y/N threw her body between it. “No! Tae, I’m not leaving untill you talk to me. Is it that stupid band? Are they forcing you to take drugs?” Taehyung’s evil laughter interrupted Y/N again. “You know, I can’t believe I never realized how stupid you are. Just go. I’m fine.” Taehyung roughly pushes Y/N out of the doorway and slammed the door.

“Taehyung open this fucking door!” Y/N yelled, banging on the door with her fists. “I just want to help you. Taehyung please.” After a minutes of no response, Y/N’s hands fell to her sides, the pick-me-ups disregarded on the floor. She clambered down the hallway, out of touch with her entire world. She just couldn’t understand how far gone Tae had gotten in such a short period of time. She sat outside on the curb of his building, her heart aching when she remembered how fragile Taehyung had looked. Y/N didn’t know what to do, or what she could do. And then she saw him. Taehyung stalked out of his house and down the street in dark black hoodie. She knew that she couldn’t just let him go. So she followed him.

Y/N tried to be inconspicuous, following Taehyung down the busy streets of downtown. The sun was starting to set and Y/N noticed that they were reaching the lower parts of town. There were more clubs and more bars and Y/N knew that this place was no longer familiar to her. She tried to focus on Taehyung who was feet and feet away from her but still in sight. She ignored the jeers from men sitting on bar patio, calling her over for drinks. She picked up the pace when she saw Taehyung turn the corner down an alley she would have never thought existed. When she reached the alley moments later, she was startled to find Taehyung nowhere. The alley was home to nothing except a small set of stairs leading into the ground. Y/N approached the stairs wearily. The stairs were made entirely of grey brick, except for the black door with a lit window. Y/N looked around and saw that there was no one in this alley. She took a deep breath and went down the stairs, holding onto the wet railing from the day’s rain. She reached the door and looked into the crack between the curtain and saw a velvet painted room, lit entirely by black candles. Around the room, were seven boys, one of them being Taehyung. 

The other six made Y/N’s breath hitch. They were the most mesmerizing creatures she had ever seen. She couldn’t take her eyes off any of them as she flickered between each of their sharp features and toned figures. Some laid on the velvet couches, others against the wall. Eventually she tore her eyes away to find Taehyung kneeling in the center of the room. The tall one with a slim figure stood behind him and the others watched as if there was about to be a show. She saw one of the younger looking ones laugh. The tall, slim one moved his nail and dragged it across Taehyung’s neck drawing blood, and then he put his hands on Tae’s skull and snapped his head back. Y/N  didn’t realize what she was doing when what happened happened next. It was as if her body was acting on its own. She threw the door open and raced into the room, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs. She got to Taehyung, his neck half separated from his body, spewing out this terrible mixture that looked like thick, blackish blood. She knelt beside him, her limbs shaking uncontrollably.

She couldn’t hear anything of what the beautiful boys were saying. Not until the younger one who had laughed earlier knelt down beside her and lifted her chin to his eyes and said, “I would ask you to leave but I think it’s already too late for that.” Y/N’s heart dropped further when she saw that his face was no longer beautiful but instead covered in black veins that led from his red eyes. His tongue swept across his fangs as she shuffled away only to back up into the feet of yet another beautiful boy who had now turned into a monster. “Joonie, can we keep her?” she heard him say. She looked around her and realized that she was surrounded by six hungry vampires. The younger one grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her back to him effortlessly. “What’s your name beautiful?”

A/N

Hello! So this was mad fun to write! I love supernatural stuff aha. Thanks so much for requesting!!! I really hope you liked it, I will hopefully do a part 2 soon if you did. (Also, I didn’t decide who the younger vampire is yet so let me know: Jimin or Jungkook or maybe even Suga?) Thanks for reading, liking and supporting. Saranghaeo <3

~Armygirl

The Joker x Reader - “The Bucket List” part 2

Two months after breaking up with The Joker, you found out the bad news. You didn’t have a choice but to ask for his help and J didn’t even show up for the meeting. Of course he didn’t care, but now that he heard why you wanted to see him so badly, it might be too late for any amendments.

Part 1: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161143650396/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161645099431/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-3

8:30am - your home

You quietly get out of bed, groggy from the meds you have to take at 6am. The Joker is still sleeping and you try not to wake him up. After a few steps a wave of violent cough hits and you cover your mouth, rushing for the bathroom. You close the door behind you and keep coughing above the sink, a few drops of blood staining the white marble. You turn on the water to cover the sounds, hoping J won’t hear you.

After a few moments you calm down and wash your face, starting to brush your teeth.

“Pumpkin, are you OK?” he impatiently knocks on the door.

“Yes, I’m fine, go back to sleep please,” you muffle the words, finishing your morning routine.

J walks in and you run behind the bamboo panel, starting to take your PJ’s off, getting ready for a shower.

“Why do you always hide behind that?” The Joker crosses his arms on his chest, waiting for the reply. You are so self-conscious about your appearance you don’t really want him to see you naked anymore.

“Umm…I just think it’s better to…”

“Get out of there!” he commands, sucking on his teeth.

“I can’t…” you whisper, gulping.

“I wanna see you, stop hiding behind that thing all the time!”

You quickly wrap yourself in a towel and step away from the screen. The Joker rolls his eyes, leaning against the mahogany cabinet.  

“Drop the towel, Doll!”

You whimper, anxious to his demand:

“I don’t want to…Don’t make me!”

“Drop the damned towel, Princess!” he snaps and you slowly uncover your body, not remembering feeling so vulnerable in your entire life.

“This is humiliating,” you stare at him while he grins, pleased you complied so fast.

“Like I’ve never seen you naked before,” he scoffs, analyzing the view.

“I look horrible!” you blur out, covering your breasts with one hand.

“Well,” he pretends to debate,” you’re scrawny and I have to admit the lack of hair doesn’t give you extra points, but…”

You gasp, frowning.

“You definitely are a terrible person!”

“Yet another skill I take great pride in. Anyway, my point is that it could be worse, Kitten.We gotta work with what we have, hm? Turn around.”

You take a deep breath, nervous as hell.

“Not too bad, Y/N, but you do have a big butt. If you go in the backyard like this, I think we’ll have another solar eclipse.”

“What?!” you turn your head to glare, alarmed.

“Ha!” J snorts, “I made you look.”

You start laughing, embarrassed:

“You’re so horrible!”

“U-hum. Com’ere!” he signals and you hesitantly go in his arms. “I believe that…” You don’t let him finish. You reach for his lips and kiss him, pulling down on his boxers.

“Well, well, well,” he purrs, “What is this, Doll?”

“Something on my bucket list,” you mutter in his ear, still tense.

“I don’t recall seeing this on that piece of paper,” he teases, smirking.

“I didn’t have a chance to write it down,” you trace the playing cards tattoo on his neck as innocently as possible.

“Interesting,” he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. “Just admit you want to get in my boxers.”

You giggle, not answering.

“You’re so light,” J sulks, beginning to walk back towards the bedroom. “You think you can handle me, Princess?”

You raise your shoulders up, kissing him again.

“Oh, yeah,” you moan, determined to make love to him even if it kills you.

“Two baldies having sex, that’s pretty hot, huh?” he winks at you and then bites your lower lip, placing you on the bed.

“Not quite,” you chuckle, caressing his hairless head.

“Speak for yourself, woman; I’m still handsome. Plus, I don’t have a huge butt,” The Joker maliciously laughs when he sees how big your eyes got.

“You’re the worst person ever!” you yank his hand, stunned.

“From all the skills I’m proud of, this is my top favorite. Now stop praising me, I’m starting to blush,” he dramatically accentuates his little speech with a sneer, glad he got you all worked up.

3pm

You didn’t want to go with him at the warehouse because you don’t feel too good, but J insisted. You see the henchmen running around with a bunch of boxes, making space and getting rid of the old stuff you guys didn’t use in forever.

“What did you want to show me?” you lean on his arm, grateful you already took your painkillers since your body is getting stiff again.

“Your stupid bucket list, Doll,” he explains. “You wanted to go to Japan and you are aware we can’t because we’ll get caught. We don’t use this place very often so I got you a bunch of Japanese items; do what you want with them. Tell our men where you want everything and they’ll move it for you.”

He senses you’re squeezing his hand really hard and your eyes get watery.

“Spare me, Y/N!” he elbows you, irritated. “Let’s skip the drama!” but he kisses your temple and you nod in acceptance, excited to see what he got for you.

“What else did you have on that’s stupid list? Oh, yeah: a family,” The Joker answers his own question, mad about it. You want to say a few things but he keeps on yapping.

“Why do you need a family for, huh? Nothing but trouble. See these jerks here?” and he points out towards the goons laboring hard to accomplish the task at hand. “They’ll do whatever you ask them and won’t fight back. Better than a family. And you have me. I hate you, but we gotta work with what we have, OK?”J gets angrier since he hopes you won’t get very emotional again; he can’t stand it.

“OK…” you are fast to please him but start crying, unable to hold it in. The henchmen keep on glaring your way, rapidly averting their gaze when they realize there’s something very intimate going on between the both of you: you’re sobbing on J’s shoulder and he has this “fed up with everything” expression on his face while holding your waist. The lack of hair makes him look even more imposing, menacing and vicious.

8:03pm

The Joker dragged you to one of the clubs where he will have a meeting with one of his smugglers that has a new medication for you. Another experimental product found only on the black market that might help.

It’s your IV day so you retreated to the sound proof room, trying to take a nap until the IV bag is done.  J is in the VIP section, talking to Nix. Frost is there also, keeping an eye on things. The discussion is going reasonably smooth until the asshole forgets who he’s talking to.

“I can’t believe you’re dating the same bitch, Mister J!” he puffs, acting surprised. Jonny lifts his eyebrows, ready to react but his boss didn’t signal him yet. The Joker holds his breath for a few long seconds, then loudly exhales.

“Yeah, same bitch,” he stares at the guy with a crazy sparkle in his blue eyes.

“So the pills are for her? I heard she’s really sick, but still alive and kicking. Tough bitch I guess,” Nix laughs, confident of his funny remarks. He has a reputation of being fierce and stepping over boundaries because he has access to a lot of merchandise on the black market that not too many smugglers can obtain.

“Tough bitch indeed,” J agrees, holding his breath again.

“Word is you shaved your head for her. Now, I’ve never thought I’ll see a man like you in love, Mister J,” Nix snickers, taking the tablets out of the suitcase.

Is this fucking prick for reals?! Frost thinks, waiting for a sign and he finally sees J tapping his fingers on the cane. Jonny cracks his neck, relieved.

It’s gonna be my pleasure, he grins, punching his fists together.

9pm

The door being busted makes you open your eyes. J turns the lights on and pushes Nix in front of you, kicking him in the shin so hard he collapses on his knees.

“What’s going on, baby?” you rub your face, getting up on your elbow.

“This asshole is here to apologize!” The Joker barks and you have no clue about this new outburst. “Apologize to my Queen!!” he yells at the guy who’s in a pretty bad shape with a black eye, busted lip and a few visible bruises.

“I-I’m sorry…” Nix stammers, groaning in pain.

“For what?!” you feel the need to ask, baffled.

“You don’t need to know!” J shouts. “You are owed apologies and that’s it!”

You don’t fight it and slide to the left corner of the velvet couch, careful not to move the needle in your vein.

“Apologize for waking her up too, you bastard!” and J lifts Nix up, violently pulling him towards the door where Frost is waiting to take over.
“I’m s-sorry…for waking you up,” the guy stutters as he gets shoved out of your sound proof retreat.

“Take care of this!” The joker tells Jonny, still fuming.

“Anything I should know?” you reach for your anti-nausea medication and take some.

“Nope, go back to sleep,” J hisses, displeased at how the night turned out. “After your IV is done, we’ll go for a ride.”

“That sounds nice.” You feel like crap but you still give him a smile.

He turns off the lights and hears you:

“Were you defending my honor or something?”

“What honor, Pumpkin?!” he grumbles, shutting the door so you can rest in darkness.

10:05pm

J returned to the VIP room and he’s typing on his laptop. Frost is overseeing what’s going on in the club behind the smoky windows. You part the gold beads and step inside, barely seeing where you’re going; your vision is clouded from the liquid medication you just finished.

“I’m done, baby,” you announce, holding onto the armchair. “I’m drained, I don’t think I can go on that ride tonight. I need to rest, it hurts all over. Can we please go tomorrow?” you beg, closing your eyes when the stomach-turning vertigo sensation creeps up on you.

The Joker gives you a cold stare, still flustered from the earlier incident and not happy to find out about your rain check. He goes back to his typing, mumbling:

“If you’re so miserable, why don’t you hurry up and die, hmm?”
Frost immediately peeks your way, shocked about what came out of his boss’s mouth; he’s seen you having a lot of bad days before, but you never looked more in pain like you do now.

“Well…” you dig your nails in the purple leather and sigh, heartbroken. “If there is one thing I am very good at lately is dying. So… don’t worry, it will happen soon enough,” and you rush out, stumbling a few times while trying to get away from his venom as fast as possible.

5 more minutes pass and J finally stops typing, annoyed.

“Shit… … … Frost, go get her!” he voices out and Jonny moves away from the window and stops in front of him, speaking up without hesitation:

“Sir, that was very cruel to say to somebody struggling to survive from one day to the other.”

J’s temple is twitching, definitely not liking what Jonny just articulated with such vehemence.

“Did I ask for your opinion, Frost?!” he raises his voice, pissed at the trespass.

“No, sir.”

“Is this a rebellion of some sort?!”

“No, sir, I wouldn’t dare,” Jonny replies with a calm attitude, figuring out this is the best way to go about it.

“Then shut your mouth and bring me my girl!!!” The Joker snarls, considering blowing his trusted man’s brains out.

“Yes, sir,” is the last thing he discerns before the deafening music takes over the club.

10:20pm

Frost couldn’t find you and one of the bouncers reports that saw you driving away in J’s SUV.  The news doesn’t go well with The Clown Prince of Crime.

“How is Y/N going to drive in the state she’s in?! She has to take her medications and can’t skip doses!!” J screams at everyone, taken aback by the conflict he created himself, not that he would ever admit it’s his fault. “We have to find her!!!” he directs the operation, instructing all of them to seek in some places he guesses you might be. They are searching all night, unable to find any traces of you.

Finally, around 7am, Richard reports he found J’s car parked near the beach, close to your favorite spot you like to go and look at the ocean. It’s a small, hidden strip of sand behind the highway; at least you went to one of the places The Joker thought you might go to. J doesn’t even know when he got there, driving so fast he almost got unwanted attention from the cops.

You spent the night on the beach, having to stop a lot of times on your way there because you had a hard time seeing and concentrating on driving. You didn’t take your pills, not really giving a damn since they don’t really help anyway as far as you’re concerned. You have a bag full of all the stuff you take, taking out a few at a time and tossing them in the ocean from the flat rock you found refuge on at the crack of dawn.

“That’s 2000 dollars a piece on the black market you’re throwing away Doll,” you hear J’s voice and ignore him, continuing to do as you please. You’re wheezing pretty loud, fighting to breathe since the salty, strong air puts quite the strain on your weakened lungs. You don't’ care: what’s another issue added to the others?!

You shrivel under your thick hoodie, covering your face even more, not wanting to see him.

J comes and sits by you, quietly watching the waves crushing on the nearby stones. He hears you sniffle but doesn’t attempt to uncover your head. His right arm reaches in front of you, holding a purple capsule in the palm of his hand:

“If you take the new med, you don’t have to take the white and brown tablets anymore. I’ll trade you…yes?” The Joker’s voice gets really deep as you move away from him, not replying. “Fine, then I’ll take it! I don’t want to waste 5000 dollars on just one capsule,” and he almost puts it in his mouth when you scoot back towards him and slap his hand. He drops the pill on the sandy rock and you are irked:

“Are you insane?!”

“Is this a trick question, kid?” he licks his lower lip, intrigued.

“It will make you sick, it’s not for healthy people!” you slowly blink and turn to finally face him. He inspects you and it doesn’t look great: your eyes are red from crying all night and the grimace of pain on your face lets him know you didn’t even take your painkillers; your labored breathing makes you shake a bit and the dried blood stains on the sleeve you used to clean your lips with after coughing disturb him.

“Somebody has to take it, it’s expensive!” The Joker has a smooth comeback (in his opinion).

“You have a shitty strategy, you know that?” you pick the capsule up from the sand, wiping it on your pants and swallow it, grumpier than you were before he arrived.

Without any warning, he buries his face in your lap, wrapping his arms around your knees. You try to push him away but he won’t budge.

“I don’t want you to die,” you hear the muttered sentence and it strikes a chord in your heart. “I don’t hate you,” he persists and you whimper when you feel his grip getting tighter. “But you can’t tell anybody, it will ruin my reputation,” he rambles on and you snort, wiping your tears. “As your knight in shining armor…”

“You’re not my knight in shining armor!” you interrupt, softly kicking his arm with your knee.

“Oh, I’m soooorry!” he lifts his head up from your lap, shifting so he can look up to you.” I didn’t see a huge line of suitors fighting for the title!” J sarcastically indicates. “You think that loser will ever show up?? Forget about it, it’s a myth! I’m the only one around so we gotta work with what we have, OK?… Just nod a yes, woman, and stop crying! Can we skip the drama for once?” he kisses your wrist and inhales your scent again. “You smell nice, what is it?” he diverts your attention since he masters this skill also.

“Death,” you divulge, smiling through tears.

He growls, exasperated, pinching your side.

“Shut up! You’re not dying!”

You take the small roll-on perfume decorated with a silver skull out of your pocket, showing him the name: Death.

“Why would you wear a fragrance with this name?!” J snaps, irked.

“It smells nice, you said so yourself,” you defend your choice, forgetting about your emotional surge.

“Gimme!” he urges you and you hand the tiny vial over. He takes it, glances at it for a few seconds then gets up and tosses it as far as he can in the ocean.

You gasp.

“Did you just…throw away my perfume?!”

“Yeah, it sucks! Use another one, you have so many,” The Joker cuts you off, keeping both hands on his bald head, satisfied at his accomplishment. Before you can protest some more, he proceeds with new updates:

“Tonight I’ll have Commissar Gordon kidnaped for you. I’ve been working on it for a month; we’ll take him to your Japanese oasis. Another thing on your dumb bucket list taken care of. “

You have such a happy smirk flourishing on your lips he feels he has no choice but to sit down by you again.

“You’ll get him for me?!”

“U-hum… Wanna kill him?” he pretends not to notice your sudden cough that calms down after you cover your mouth with the side of your hoodie.
“Kill him?! No way, he’s my favorite; I just want to see him.”

“Huh?! I thought Batsy is your favorite!” J waves his hands around, vexed.

“No, Batsy is your favorite, mine is Gordon; you know that,” and you are so dizzy you lean to rest your forehead on his shoulder. The new med must be very strong, you can already tell.

“I don’t know who you are anymore, Pumpkin,” he rolls his eyes, faking his surprise.

“Fuck…” you whisper, sweating even if you are cold as ice. “This crap is messing me up, I think I need to go home now…”
“Penthouse or your house?” J gives you the choice, instantly serious.

“My house, please,” you groan in pain when he helps you up. He signals you to get on his back and you obey, enjoying the piggyback ride. At this point it would be hard for you to walk anyway.

“Why do you have finding out who Batsy is on your list?! Like, why do we care to know who that jerk is ?! Our job is to keep him busy since he seems the type that gets bored easily, am I right? Hey, Doll, wake up,” he pats your leg and you moan, napping since you are so tired and uncomfortable. As soon as you get home, you’ll definitely need at least two painkillers.

The Joker continues to walk, basically talking to himself at this point.

“I know you also wanted to steal more diamonds but I can’t take you on a heist like this: consider it crossed off your idiotic Bucket list. I got you 3 boxes of jewelry so it should be fine for now. We gotta work with what we have, hm?”

He lifts you up higher on his back and struts on the beach.

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll send the boys to get the other vehicle… God, Princess, you’re so light,” he puckers his lips, listening to your heavy breathing in his ear. “I really don’t want you to die…” he stops in his tracks and gently spanks your thighs behind his back. “But I really do hate you, I lied when I said I don’t…”

“Mmmm…” you grumble in your sleep, probably out of it.

J takes advantage of you not being able to fight him and restarts walking:

“You know why it’s clouded? I bet you anything it is because of your big butt, hm? We are having a solar eclipse right now and you’re responsible,” he grins and squints his eyes when he senses your fingers nipping his skin.

“I heard that…” you protest, too tired to do more and doze off again.

The Joker mischievously snickers, sprinting towards the cars he can see in the distance.

He is not the ideal knight in shining armor and you are not the same woman you were before you got ill. But you gotta work with what you have.

Life’s too short to complain.

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Finally!

Request: can you write a fredxreader where they’ve been friends for years but won’t admit their feelings. And then when the reader goes to the burrow they finally get together?”

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It was Christmas at the castle and I was very excited because I got to go stay with my two best friends in the entire wizarding world. Fred and George Weasley! Hogwarts famous pranksters.

I grab my packed suitcase and skip down the steps from the girls dormitory. When I get down to the common room I see the twins on the couch with their backs to me.

I smirk and be as quiet as possible going up behind them and jolt their shoulders making them jump 3 feet high off the red velvet couch.

I laugh and move in front of them to see their displeased scowls. “Oh come on boys! Put a smile on your face! You get to spend Christmas with yours truly.” I giggle and sit in between them.

Fred huffs and puts his arm around me. “Well…only if George will.” George looks over with a wide teeth grin making us laugh.

I lean into Fred side and sigh. “What’s on your mind (y/n)?” They ask at the same time. I laugh and shake my head. “Even after 5 years of that I’m still not use to it. And I’m just worried.” “Worried?” Fred asks. “About what?” George finishes.

I shrug. “You think your mom will like me?” I ask immediately causing the twins to erupt into a fit of laughter. “I don’t know George. Mums pretty hard to impress isn’t she?” “She sure is Fred. You might even have to bow and kiss her shoes to get her to look you in the eye.” I knock both of them on the head. “I’m being serious you two!” “So are we!” They both say laughing. I roll my eyes and cross my arms frustrated.

Fred POV:

On the train ride (y/n) ended up falling asleep with her head in my lap. I smile and move a few straggly pieces of hair out of her face and then stroke her soft cheek. “You’re hopeless mate.” George laughs.

I look up at him rolling my eyes. “Why not just ask her. You know your secrets going to come out once she meets mum.” I huff and look down at (y/n) again. “If I tell her it’s gonna ruin 5 years of friendship.” “Or make it worthwhile. The worst she can say is no.” I shrug my shoulders and continue to play with her hair.

(Y/n) POV:

I’m awaken by a slight poking to my cheek. I open my eyes to see Fred Weasley. The sun hitting behind him making his body look like an angel sent from above to protect and love me…

Okay. I’ll admit it. I am hopelessly in love with Fred. Ever since first year when he insisted I help him prank his brother Percy.

“Good afternoon sleepyhead. Bout time you woke up.” “We thought we’d have to pour water on you!” “Oh shut up George!” I laugh and throw an empty cup at him.

We get off the train and I see a plump woman hugging Ron, Harry, and Ginny. We then come closer and she sees me.

I gulp and look at Fred and George. They laugh and playfully bow and pretend to kiss her feet. I roll my eyes and introduce myself.

"Hello. My name is-” “Oh (y/n) dear! I’ve heard so much over the years! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She says joyfully and pulls me into a hug. I turn around and see the twins giving me thumbs up.

Fred POV:

As we come closer to home I get nervous. One of the main reasons I’ve never agreed to (y/n) coming over is in embarrassment of the burrow. Not that I don’t love it or my family, but all I want to do is impress her.

Mum pulls up to the house and I turn to (y/n) seeing her with a smile on her face as she sees my home.

We get inside and (y/n) looks around at the small crowded rooms. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” I say behind her. “I love it.” She smiles at me making me sigh in relief.

Mum looks at me and smiles as she catches me looking at (y/n). “So (y/n) give me a little spin!” Oh mum no please. (Y/n) furrows her brows, but spins 360 regardless. “Well Fred it looks like you’ve got yourself a all around wonderful girl! She’s lovely!” Mum says hugging (y/n) again.

I shake my head fast as it becomes as red as my hair. “No. Mum. She’s not-” “Oh hush Freddie! No need to be embarrassed of your girlfriend!” Oh no that’s it. My life is over.

(Y/n) looks at me wide eyed. “I’m sorry what?” George then swoops in and drags her away to save me from the conversation I was exactly trying to avoid.

Once they’re up the staircase I groan and slump in a chair. “Mum. Why would you say that?” “Well the way you talk about her I assumed!” “No mum.” I put my head in my hands. “You’re telling me you haven’t told her?! Fredric Weasley what have I told you? You need to tell her before someone else tells her and she’s out of your reach! Now you climb those steps and tell her how you feel!” Mum cries loudly and forces me up the stairs.

(Y/n) POV:

After George basically trapped me in the room he shares with Fred we listen intensely to the conversation between his mother and his twin brother. “Now you climb those steps and tell her how you feel!”

How he feels? Seconds later the door opens and a red faces Fred walks in. “I’ll give you two some time.” George says with a smile and walks out locking the door from the other side.

Fred sits on his bed and puts his head in his hands. I sit next to him on the bed and pull his hands away. “Should I go first?” I ask my face heating up already.

Fred looks at me confused. “Remember in first year when you came up to me and asked me to help you prank Percy? You and George came up to me in the common room and told me I needed some fun. When we snuck a stink bomb in 3 different books and then ran I knew I liked you. You gave me fun and friendship when I didn’t really have any. I just never told you because of our friendship. I didn’t want to ruin 5 years.” I say with my face heating up by the second.

Fred lifts my chin up and then smiles. “First year. Once I saw you pass my compartment on the train I liked you. When you were sorted I liked you even more. Then when I finally asked you to prank and I knew I loved you.” “I love you too Fred Weasley.”

Fred smiles and leans in pressing his lips to mine. The door opens and George pops his head inside. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for 5 years!” “Oh shove off!” Fred says and kisses me again.

Originally posted by jesimahcah

“Wolf”

Sooooo I wrote a little more of the mob boss omega Rhys AU with Russian alpha bodyguard Jack so….I hope you all like it c:


Rhys is so new—new in money, new in power, new in body that it makes Jack’s breath short in his throat.

Jack, who has cut his teeth on some many men, old and blubbery and armed only with years of loyalty and manipulation to innervate arthritic muscles usually clenched around pen or pipe rather than gun or knife—Jack who has killed more than his far share of arrogant upstarts as superficially fresh-faced as Rhys—sees something more that he hasn’t seen in a long time in the young omega.

And it’s exhilarating to watch.

It’s been only a few scant months since Rhys’ father, Jack’s former boss, met his end in a busy train station with hundreds of witnesses but somehow, no leads. Rhys could have very easily been swept under the carpet of the ensuing power struggle, or killed, or worse considering his omega status, if not for Jack and his pistol stepping in the path of the bullets fixed on the back of Rhys’ head.

“If you don’t step up, зайчик, they’re going to kill you.” Jack had murmured, his hand heavy on the back of Rhys’ neck one night in the boy’s new office. The carpet is mustard yellow and stained with old spots of blood, the desk cleared of any personal affects, blank and lacquered and shining in the lamplight. Jack had felt the moment that the trembling of the boy in his too big suit and too big chair had stiffened, resolve hard as chips of ice in Rhys’ eyes as the omega looked up at him.

“All right. Let them come.”

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