top left i love you so much

4

tv aesthetic → the office

I’m not superstitious, but… I am a little stitious.

I hate the way my heart hurts
I hate the way my dad looks at me these days
like he expects me to fall apart at any second
like he wants to say,
clear the dining room table
and clear the fucking hallways
Cause I might burst at any second

I hate the way my mom keeps telling me
that I’ll find someone new
Because every time she does I smile but
I really want to shake her
and tell her that I would rather meet you
a thousand times over
instead of some boy
Who laughs differently
Who holds my hand wrong
And only ever tells me he likes my body
with the lights off

Because your laugh is so infectious
that all your friends love you for it

you rubbed your thumb across the tops of my knuckles even when your mind was in
a thousand other places

You liked me better with the lights on.

I hate the way my heart hurts
and God I hate how happy you made me
I don’t know how to handle myself
I don’t know how to handle my heart
And how it hurts so much
it makes my teeth chatter
like I’ve been cold since you left
like ice has made its way through my heart and into my veins

So I guess
Clear the dining room table
clear the fucking hallways
check the x rays for ice in my bloodstream
I’ve been ready to burst ever since you left me

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Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: @itsanerdlife​ said she wanted bathtub smut based on that one gifset of clark getting in the bath with lois, and i was happy to deliver <3 (I hope you like it!)

A/N: so this was fun guys…ALSO the nerf gun thing in this is based on a real video i saw but i can’t find it for the life of me and i’m so mad…so if you know where it is i will literally love you forever…that’s all. also sorry this is so late…. :( also (also) pls ignore the awful title i am shit at them

Warnings: nsfw, bathtub smut, nerf guns

Words: 2668

Tags:@yourtropegirl @daybreak96

The front door to your and Steve’s shared apartment slams shut behind you, and you lean against it for a second.  “Fuck,” you curse quietly, pulling the disgustingly uncomfortable shoes off and tossing them into the middle of the floor.  You drop your purse and jacket on the floor, knowing Steve will give you those “eyebrows of disappointment,” but you were honestly too tired to care.  You trudge through the living room, dead on your feet and cursing Stark for being so demanding.  Working with the Avengers was exciting, but God was it hard on your feet.

You finally reach your room, where Steve is sitting against the headboard of your bed, files and papers spread out around him. He glances up at you and smiles. “Hey, Princess.  How was your day?”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a top 5 Haikyuu characters with the saddest or emotional backstory? The ones that really pulled at your heart strings and made want to cuddle them forever? At least so far in the story. Thanks!

Top 5 tragic (or not so tragic) backstories of haikyuu characters?

1. Oikawa. His backstory taught me a lesson that will stay forever with me. It taught me that’s it’s ok to be afraid, that’s it’s natural to feel despair when you’ve always been on top and suddenly other people start to catch up on you. It taught me that the only way to go on is to keep fighting. It taught me that’s ok to fail, but never to give up. Oikawa is such an inspiring character who went through so much, and hides everything behind his perfect facade. His backstory of struggles and his self awareness journey towards the realization that he’s not a genius, that being surpassed is not a possibility but it’s already his reality made him incredibly human and gave his character a force to be reckoned with. He will never stop trying to make the flower of his talent bloom again, again and again. It made me feel…so much. I love Oikawa, in all his fragile, flawed, indomitable self (ಥ﹏ಥ)

2. Tendou. *slams fist on the wall* WHO DARED TO HURT MY BABY TENDOU??? His flashback broke my heart in so many pieces. Those kids were so mean to him, calling him a monster just because he was different? He was just a little child who wanted to have fun and play volleyball…I’m so proud of how he turned his pain into his ultimate weapon (and kicked so many asses with it)

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3. Kageyama. More than his backstory as a kid, what hurt me was his time in junior high. When he arrived to Karasuno, Kageyama was like a hurt wild animal, so aggressive just because he was trying to desperately protect himself. He never had a true supportive team and was convinced that he always had to do everything by himself. He was ostracized, made fun of and abandoned, by his teammates and by the only guidance he ever looked up to. And now here we have him, our beautiful blueberry who learned to trust and to rely on others and who’s constantly improving to be the best setter possible, to his favorite spiker and to the rest of the team. He’s finally home, and that’s beautiful

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4. Tsukishima. Eh, another pretty painful one that explained us why the Tsukki that we know is like he is. The contrast between his little self and his older self is heartbreaking. He was a still cocky but very happy little kid…who was lied to all that time. The sport that his beloved brother introduced him to now is just a constant reminder of the pain and anger he suffered. But still, he kept playing, even if…“It’s just a club”. These were all the elements we needed to appreciate the moment he was hooked on volleyball to the fullest :’) I’m so proud of Tsukki, his character development is one of my favorites.  

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5. Ushijima. “The fact that he’s different from other people, will probably end up being his strength”. This was just a calming and comforting backstory, I loved Ushijima’s dad so much, he was really sweet. First of all, refusing to correct his left handiness was an incredible gesture of love (as a left-handed person, I relate so much), he never pressured him to become a volleyball player, and yet Ushijima did, he joined a strong team, he faced so many opponents that made him stronger, became the ace his father admired so much, he liked volleyball, and he made his dad happy. This is such an perfect (and unexpected) backstory for him. 

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That being said, I’m dying everyday waiting for Bokuto’s backstory. I’m ready for the pain Furudate, slay me. 

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“Why can’t I come with you?”

That question had been resonating in Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.

But, you both had decided that this particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.

Every other trip that Harry had made in the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.

You opted to keep the news under wraps until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood (fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.

“Why can’t I come with you?” she pouted.

“Daddy’s only going for a few days and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”

“But I want to come!”

“I know you do, love, but I promise you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.

“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.

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Eye Contact (M.)

Originally posted by rapgodv

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.7k

Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.

Info: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3

Parts: 1 | 2 


You were laying on your bed, watching TV and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3 minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering, so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only looking at it. And those thighs…

“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a serious voice saying. 

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I always thought that you would chase me if I ever left. I thought that you’d care too much to let me go so easily. Your pride just happened to be greater than your love for me, I guess. But love shouldn’t be prideful. As a matter of fact, I long to be the victim of a love that doesn’t know those sorts of petty limits. I wait to crest the tops of an affection so sweet, that distance isn’t an issue but too far is still too much. I want the love I share with someone else to be strong enough to support the weight of tears that were never supposed to be shed. I want the love I receive from someone to be what makes it impossible to feel so lonely, so desperate, anymore, to be what makes this bitter world warm.
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How Mark loves Bridget?!

“Are you happy?”

Here is the difference when Bridget told both that she’s pregnant. The first thing came up from Jack’s mind is the baby. But with Mark, his priority is Bridget, is she happy with this news? Is she happy to have a child with him?

“Our boy”

Both of them are happy to be the father. But the most important things is with who. And friendly reminder that quote from Mark’s letter “I want a life with you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Falling in love doesn’t happen on paper

How much Jack loves Bridget? One of the top reason that Jack attracted by Bridget is about her personality or that 97% on paper. And Mark, well you know the rest (just as you are; lmao) and look at how well Mark understands Bridget.

You are my world

Bridget left Mark in the next morning after the christening, and the baby is the only connect them back together. So, when Jack let Mark believes the baby isn’t him, Mark just gave up. But when he found the reindeer jumper, it’s clearly that he hasn’t, can’t forget Bridget. And in the airport, he saw Tom with his adopted child. This is the moment he realizes why he can’t be like Tom? Is that really important if the baby is not his son? Because the important thing is he still love her. That’s why he came back to Bridget and ..

Just as I love you

“What if he’s not yours?” She is not finding the answer, she just wants to confirm it. This is not only about who is the father or how much he will love her son, but also about how much this person love her. Remember in BJD, she said I’m not willing to gamble my whole life on someone who’s not quite sure.I’m still looking for something more extraordinary than that.”,obviously Jack paused a moment too long when Mark answered her without any hesitation…It doesn’t matter at all. Jack said he loves her, but that love isn’t strong enough to love her son too. In the opposite, the love Mark for Bridget is strong and powerful for him to love her son. “Then I will love him anyway” .See the difference?

anonymous asked:

Since I didn't see this in the master list, I was hoping you could do your top 5 Kenma moments

Top 5 Kenma moments?

Ah, Kenma Kenma, despite being a secondary character and not having that much of a screen time, he managed to become one of the absolute fandom favorites…and I’m so happy about it, our little kitty deserves ALL the love possible (also deserves to be left the fucking alone, poor baby)

1. “I think we are strong”. In this moment Kenma had on me the same effect he had on Hinata. I was extremely fascinated by him but at the same time I thought “this is it y’all, we’re screwed, he’s gonna destroy us”

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2. Every time he does a dump shot. BITCH YOU THOUGHT

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3. When he purposefully tricked Tsukishima. BITCH YOU THOUGHT #2

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4. KENMA IN THE NEKOMA OVA. Just…all of him.

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5. Every single one of his faces, the boy is just…so done (and so beautiful!!!)

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- bonus: I have purposefully left out moments from owls vs cats since I don’t want to spoil anyone…but this is the true highlight of the match: 

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pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

prompt: lol u both try to surprise each other at the same time

warnings: swearing, fluffy (v sweet!!! you might get a toothache!!!), suggestive ;)))))))) 

words: 1,783

a/n: i !!! love !!! this !!! i’m gonna do a laf one like this kinda soon. pls feel free to leave requests! i love the ones you guys have been giving me xoxoxoo lemme know whatcha think/like/want 

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“Three cream, two sugar, please.” You told the barista looking up from your phone. You smiled slightly when your eyes returned to the screen. Lin was up and retweeting his favorite Tobillo photoshops. Checking your watch, you realized you were 30 minutes early to work and decided to enjoy your coffee at the cafe; sitting down at a rounded table.

You thought for a minute before setting to work, cropping a photo of Ariel with Tobi’s face before sending it in. Lin almost immediately quoted it, saying:

Bahahhaha this is why I love Y/N. Aren’t you late for work?

You instantly smiled, tweeting back:

@Lin_Miranda I’m early actually

He fired back:

@Y/N that’s a first ;)

You rolled your eyes. A moment later, you had a text from Lin.


from: lin

i miss u :,(

to: lin

pls don’t make me cry i’m in public

from: lin

i’ll be home soon!!

to: lin

you told eliza that too and then you went off and fucking killed urself


Lin laughed aloud, causing a few people in the sound room to look up to him. Blushing feverishly, he texted back.


from: lin

true. but i guess that makes it a good thing that i modeled you after jefferson and not eliza. who else would be so…


You laughed at Lin’s teasing remarks. Still, you wished he were hear to tell you them in person. Biting back, you responded:


to: lin

you’re so full of yourself

from: lin

you would be full of me too if i were home


You immediately check over your shoulder to make sure no one saw that, cursing yourself as your stomach twisted and a blush flooded the back of your neck. You squeezed your legs together as you responded.


to: lin

how many days till you’re home?

from: lin

just over a month

from: lin

so far to many


You sighed, picking up your coffee and heading to work. Long distance sucked. You missed him constantly. It’s not like you were mad at him for committing to Mary Poppins; the opposite, actually. You had never been so proud of your boyfriend, you just wished that your job allowed you to see him more.

Still, when he posted a picture of himself at the BAFTs, you couldn’t help it when you bought a plane ticket for the following Saturday to surprise him.


That night in Europe, Lin FaceTimed you off his Mac, instantly greeting you with a smile.

You couldn’t help but notice the bags under his eyes from working so hard. It was late, too: maybe 11. Lin usually didn’t stay up much later than nine, but he really wanted to see your face after work today. He was in bed, the computer on his lap, dressed in boxers and a blue tee.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you saw his face. The two of you talked every day, but you only FaceTimed once or twice a week as a result of your schedules.

“I miss you,” the two of you said at the same time. Lin threw his head back in a laugh, a giggle escaping your own lips as you poured yourself a glass of water.

“Tell me about your day,” Lin said.

You instantly fueled his request with stories of weird encounters at the hospital you worked at. Lin listened endearingly to each one. He told you about how much he was learning and how happy he was. Throughout it all, however, he never made it past five minutes without telling you how much he loved you.

As it two in the morning for him and eight for you, he yawned.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe. Get some rest,” you said. He went to argue but sighed when a yawn interrupted him.

“I love you,” he said.

You smiled, “I love you too.”

Across the ocean, Lin hung up the FaceTime and grinned to himself. He was beyond tired, but despite his mind’s need for sleep, he went onto Delta airlines and booked a flight to New York for next Saturday.


The weekend came sooner than you expected. Maybe it was your excitement to see him, but before you knew it, it was Friday evening and you were packing a bag and setting an alarm for five a.m.

Lin was doing the same in Britain, adding your favorite sweatshirt that he had forgotten to leave for you at home. He smiled to himself, thanking the front desk man as he left the building.

“I’ll be back on Wednesday,” Lin said, practically skipping to the cab outside.

You drove yourself to the airport, working your way through customs before settling down on the plane. This time tomorrow, you thought, you’ll be in his arms.

Lin boarded his plane, the grin never leaving his face. He was so close to being with you, he couldn’t wait. This time tomorrow, he thought, you’ll be in his arms.

You didn’t get as much sleep as you were hoping to one the jet, but you immediately felt rejuvenated at the thought of being with Lin in just over an hour.

Lin on the other hand, managed to sleep the entire way. He walked sleepily off the plane, slugging his backpack over his shoulders. JFK was huge, but he knew it like the back of his hand, weaving in and out of people to get through customs. Lin was was speed walking towards the parking lot where his Uber was waiting. He kept his hood up to avoid too much attention, grinning to himself when he saw the same model of your car.

Wait.

That was your car. He double checked the license plate, confirming it was yours. What were you doing at the airport? Did you forget to tell him you were leaving the state? Even then, you always texted him before your flights. He checked his phone, making sure it wasn’t still on airplane mode. Nothing. Hoping you weren’t in the air, he called you.

In Europe, you had just walked into his apartment complex, waving to the bellman as you walked up the stairs.

“I’m surprising my boyfriend,” you explained. The man nodded, ushering you forward.

You felt your phone jolt. Lin.

Grinning, you answered the phone, “Hello?” You asked innocently.

“Where are you right now?” He asked suddenly. You almost laughed.

“Why don’t you open your door and find out,” you smirked, leaning up against the wall outside of his apartment.

“What? I’m not home,” he said.

Your brows furrowed, “It’s like, ten at night. Where are you?”

“Where are you?” He questioned.

“I’m, uh, outside your apartment,” you mumbled.

You heard him groan, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You frowned slightly before he continued, “I’m at JFK.”

“What?” You almost shouted, quickly lowering your voice to avoid waking up his neighbors.

“I was trying to surprise you.” He said lightly, making your heart ache.

“I was trying to surprise you too,” you smiled.

“I love you,” you both said in sync. Giggling, you asked what to do.

“I have to head home on Sunday, so if either of us fly home, we’ll barely get any time together,” you sighed.

You heard Lin huff, “But I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you sighed.

“Okay, uh - go down to the front desk and I’ll call and tell them to give you a key to my room. You can stay there, and I guess I’ll just go to the house.” Lin reasoned.

You nodded, “Okay. Will you water the herb garden?” He chuckled before agreeing.

“I love you, thank you for being so perfect,” you said.

“I love you more. I’ll see you in a month, mi reina,” He said before hanging up.

He hit his head against the seat of the Uber he had gotten into, groaning.

Monday came quickly, Lin had given you a few restaurants to go to, a museum to visit, and even had you stop into his office to meet a few people. It was amazing, but didn’t make it any less lonely.

Lin took the day to himself, walking into your favorite cafe with a grin on his face. He spent most of it at home, just hanging out. The only thing that would’ve made it better was you.

On your flight home, you were honestly a little pissed. You were tired and hungry and a little unsatisfied, for lack of better words. Both of you had made these grand gestures, and neither of you were able to see each other. It wasn’t fair. Snuggled up in one of his sweaters you had stolen form his closet, you tried to sleep until you landed.


to: lin

landed. thanks for a fun weekend :/ love u


You unlocked you car and climbed in, immediately jacking the heat. February in New York was not warm. Shivering slightly, you started your trek home. It wasn’t more than a 45 minute drive, but it felt shorter than usual.

Shutting the garage, you walked into your house, throwing your keys onto the counter. You glanced at your watch: 4:36. You weren’t particularly hungry, but got some popcorn to eat while you watched some TV before dinner.

You trudged into the living room, the bowl of popcorn in your arm as you checked your phone for texts from Lin; nothing. He was probably in the air -

“Hey, Y/N.”

You jumped, your popcorn falling to the floor and littering the carpet. Your head snapped up to see him. Lin. Sitting on the couch, criss cross applesauce.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

Lin smiled as he stood up, “You didn’t actually think I’d let you go without seeing you, right?”

The tears in your eyes welled up and you thought your heart might explode it was beating so fast. You sprinted the last few steps across the living room, nearly collapsing on top of him. He caught you, burying his face in your neck, holding you in his arms.

God, I miss you.” He sighed. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop.

“I love you so much,” you laughed lightly, backing away just enough to see his face. One of his hands left your back to brush away a stray tear before bringing it back to hold you as tightly as he could.

He smiled as you took his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You could feel his grin against your mouth as you tanged your hands in his hair, tugging slightly when he nipped your bottom lip.

He pressed his forehead to yours, “I love you too, mi reina. I love you too.“

Looooonnngggg Post about Gaston and LeFou BatB 2017

Okay, so I was going to wait until I saw Beauty and the Beast agin to make a post, because I’d get a new perspective on it, but I’ve been in listening to the soundtrack since Sunday, so I’d say it’s safe to say it’s on my mind.

Like, what the did with LeFou and Gaston in this movie is one of my favorite things to come from it. LeFou actual has a personality in this movie because he’s meant to be an actual character instead of just comic relief, which I Appreciate A Lot. And he’s really witty and funny in this movie too, like the first line he says “but she’s so well read and you’re so… Athletically inclined” and that line later when Gaston’s talking about Belle and’s like, “she doesn’t throw herself at me (or something like that) What would you call it” and LeFou’s like “Dignity” It’s Great™.

And I like how Gaston’s an actual person, too. In the beginning, he’s pretty chill, yeah, he’s kinda full of himself and is a little tiny bit jerky, but he’s not over the top, and it makes sense why the villagers would love him so much (plus him being a war vet doesn’t hurt that reputation, either) but I like as the longer we get in the movie, the more we see of his outer layer peeling away to reveal his actual personality, like, he slowly gets more creepy as the movie goes on. (I.e. Him leaving Maurice to be left to the wolves, the mob scene when it happens)

And on the other side of that, as he slowly gets creepier, you see LeFou’s conscience slowly getting the best of him and him realizing that Gaston Isn’t as Great as he Thinks™. Like, it’s very well done, and we see him hesitating and challenging Gaston twice (when they tie Maurice he’s like “hey, let’s not” and right before the Mob Song, he tries to talk Gaston out of it, but he backs down) this all comes to a head with that awesome added line in the Mob Song. It’s right after Gaston sings about how the town will follow him blindly with LeFou looking on rather coldly from behind him, and then LeFou sings “there’s a beast running wild, there’s no question, but I fear the wrong monster’s released” (when I heard that, I started hitting my mom’s arm really hard at the theater, and she was like “what™”) It was just really cool, the LeFou character development

Also, Gaston and LeFou seemed like actually friend. Gaston was putting down LeFou that much, or really at all as far as I can remember, and Gaston actually thanks LeFou, during Gaston: “I needed encouragement, thank you LeFou” It’s a simple line, but it shows that he actually appreciates LeFou as a friend. He also compliments LeFou multiple times, most in The Gaston scene. I can really see why LeFou sticks with him in this version, and why you can see the betrayal on his face as he realizes Gaston Ain’t That Great™. I love this sssooooooo much.

(Also, Josh Gad and Luke Evans work so well together and it’s a shame I didn’t know who Luke Evans was before this. I love him so much now, he did so good as Gaston. He was so aware of who his character was and he’s Great™)

Countdown

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Leonardo x Reader

Countdown

Prompt: If you have the time, I’d love to see [a soulmate au] for Leonardo! He’s my favorite of the boys.

Note: Omg, I legit freaked out when I got a message from you in my inbox and I like fangirled and omg thank you sooooo much! Raph and Leo are my faves, so I’m very hype to write this omg. I chose to do the soulmate timers instead of the Sharpie thing though, just to shake it up a little bit.

Leonardo didn’t understand why he had a soulmate timer. Donnie said that it was very likely their timers would only lead them to other turtles. Tiny, normal turtles. That was how they were meant to find the ones they were meant to be with. Biologically, anyway. To mutant turtles like Leo and his brothers, it had always seemed kind of pointless.

And yet, when the day came that his timer was supposed to run out, he was still nervous.

Leo was the first of his brothers to have his time run out. The others weren’t due for months, but Leo’s timer was due to strike zero in twelve hours.

“I dunno, bro. I think we should celebrate or something, right?” Mikey asked. “Order a pizza, have April rent a movie or something. We shouldn’t just sit here and let it run out.”

“I read about a dozen articles about soulmates last night. According to the majority of them, when the timer gets closer to running out, you’ll feel a pull and you’ll just have to go follow it. Something will come over you. Or something. I’m not entirely sure.” Donatello read from his notes.

“So basically, I should avoid the pet store. Good to know.” Leo smirked. “Guys, I really don’t care. I’m not upset. I think I accepted a while ago that I was never going to find…someone, you know?”

“Maybe you should follow it. For science, of course.” Donnie pushed his glasses further up his nose. “Then we’ll know if our soulmates are…how do I put this…A worthy investment of time.”

“You mean I should follow it.”

“For science.”

“Thanks, Don. Glad your head’s in the right place.”

***

You stared at the numbers on your wrist on the way home from school. Six hours. Six whole hours before you met your soulmate. Oh God, it was terrifying. You had no idea what to expect. So of course, you were scouring the internet for articles about what to expect. Some people described feeling a pull to where they were supposed to be. Others felt nothing and just wound up in the perfect place at the perfect time.

You were scared shitless.

When you got home, you fixed your hair and make-up, trying to get as ready as possible. You ate some dinner after finishing your homework and tried to make the time pass. So, naturally, you sat out on the fire escape with a book, as you usually did when you read. There was something freeing about sitting outside with your legs dangling as you got lost in other worlds. Maybe getting lost would help you forget about this world. The one where the stress and anticipation was eating you alive.

***

Leo had no idea where he was going. But he felt the pull. With ten minutes left, and his brothers a few blocks behind him, he passed the pet store and kept on running. That was when the stress set in. His soulmate was not a turtle. Oh no. This might be worse than not having a real one at all. Now he had to worry about an actual person. Someone that existed.

Someone that could reject him.

When Donnie had shared his notes with the others, he said that some, not many, but some people rejected their soulmates for various reasons. He thought that maybe the fact that he was a giant mutant turtle would be enough to turn anyone away. But either way, he was scared, and with good reason.

What if he never found you? Or worse. What if he did?

***

It was less than two minutes until your timer would run out when you heard a noise in the alley below. You slipped your bookmark into your book and carefully made your way down the fire escape.

“Hello?” You looked around in the shadows. Maybe this was a bad idea, but nevertheless, you called out again. “Hello?”

There was something there. Someone. A very tall, bulky silhouette. It took a few steps closer, cautiously, but not stepping into the light. Not yet.

“I don’t bite.” You smirked and tilted your head. “You don’t have to be scared.”

“I don’t want you to be scared.” A nervous voice from the darkness.

“I won’t be.” You promised. He chuckled.

“You say that now. I’m not exactly…How do I put this…? I’m not normal.”

“You’re still my soulmate.” You offered a small smile, and you couldn’t see in the dark, but he smiled too, his gorgeous blue eyes searching every inch of you. You offered one of your small, five-fingered hands. “I’m (Y/N).”

He hesitated, but took your hand in his large green one. Your eyes went wide, but it wasn’t in fear or even in disgust. It was just surprise.

“Leonardo.” It was like fireworks. Your skin against his, his voice, his name…It felt so right.

“Come into the light.” Your voice was soft, pleading. You tried to look to where you thought his eyes were. “Please.”

“You won’t like what you see.” He warned. The knot in Leo’s stomach pulled tighter.

“Let me decide that.”

“Okay.” He took a breath and stepped into the light. You looked up at him, tall and green with a shell on his back and the most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen. But instead of the rejection Leo had prepared for his entire life, there was something else in your eyes: acceptance.

“Come here,” You raised your arms to hug him, but God, he was tall. When he wrapped his muscular green arms around you, your feet left the ground. He never wanted to let go. “I love you so much and I just met you. Is that crazy?”

“I can think of crazier things.” He chuckled.

“Leo, you all right down there?” Raph called from the top of a building.

“More than all right,” he kissed your cheek before setting you on your feet again. “Come on down, guys.”

Leo’s brothers made their way down to you.

“Well she doesn’t look like a turtle.” Mikey examined you closely.

“Because she’s not, ding-dong.” Raph gave his head a little shove. “Don’t mind him. He’s got pizza for brains.”

“(Y/N), these are my brothers, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello.” Leo pointed to each. You slipped your hand into Leo’s and he gave yours a little squeeze. Hand-holding: one of the many things Leonardo would have to get accustomed to.

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled.

“Dude, your soulmate is the chilliest ever, Leo.” Mikey smiled. “I mean, if she’s fine with all of this…She didn’t even scream or ask if we were aliens or-”

“I grew up in New York.” You shrugged. “There’s not much that fazes me anymore.”

“I guess,” Raph smirked and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. “Good for you, honor boy.”

“Well, my parents won’t be home for a while. I can order a pizza and we can hang out…or something?” you shrugged. Mikey’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Not us, doofus.” Raph chuckled. “We’ve gotta give the lovebirds some time alone.”

“Dammit…” Mikey whined as Donnie and Raph pulled him away. Leo smiled and shook his head.

“Come on,” you pulled him up the fire escape.

***

“You’re sure you wouldn’t have anyone else as a soulmate?” Leo asked as you were cuddling on the couch a few hours later.

“Positive.” You kissed his snout. “You, Leonardo, are perfect just the way you are.”

His heart just about melted.

“I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody else.”

@shybabylovestmnt @turtimagines

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you could do a prompt where Harry comes back for eighth year with a man bun and a lip ring and Draco just dies on the spot, like practically drooling... Sorry this is blunt but you are the best writer ever and I love this idea of Harry not wanting to be 'the golden boy'

Omfg yes I fucking love this prompt. And thank you so much that’s so nice I love you 💙 Also when I read this prompt I immediately thought of this artwork by @sadfishkid

I got soooo carried away with this before Draco even showed up 😂 I had fun with the tattoo thing…it was cool trying to think of what Harry would get for each person, but I decided to leave all those out to prevent this from being even longer lmao

My Writing


Harry was sick of being the Golden Boy. He couldn’t stand everyone treating him like he was something special. Someone who could do no wrong. He just wanted to be Harry. That’s why he decided to change his image. If he didn’t look so damn innocent, maybe people would stop treating him like he was.

Harry grew his hair out, much to Mrs. Weasley’s dismay. It got long enough that he was able to put it up in a bun, and he found that he actually really liked how it looked. But that wasn’t enough. He needed something else. Something that would be the icing on the new badass Harry cake. He was strolling through muggle-London one day when he found exactly what he needed. He walked into a tattoo & piercing shop. He pointed to the lip ring that he saw through the shop window and said he wanted it. They immediately pierced his lip for him.

“Anything else?” The worker asked him.

Harry thought for a moment.

“Yes, I’d also like a few tattoos, please.” 

Harry thought about waiting until he could get these done at a wizard tattoo shop, but decided that he wanted the muggle ones. He wanted them to always be there, permanent, never changing. Harry was sure wizard tattoos could be removed. And even if they couldn’t, he didn’t want something that would change and move.

“Sure. What would you like?”

Harry ended up getting more than just a few. He knew he wanted one for everyone in his life that was very important to him. He started off with a star for Sirius, antlers for James, and a moon for Remus. These were all pretty small and he got them all on his right forearm. He then went through all the others that deserved a tattoo: Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Molly, Arthur, Fred and George, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fleur, Hagrid, Cedric, Colin Creevey, Moody, Tonks, Dobby, Hedwig, Dumbledore, and his godson Teddy. All of these were all relatively small tattoos, all of them covering his arms. Each one was some sort of object to represent every name.

There were 3 people, however, that he saved for last. He wanted these tattoos to be bigger than the rest. Because without these three people, there was no way he would be alive. Harry knew that he probably wouldn’t have lived without mostly everyone on his list, but these three people literally saved his life. 

So he got a large lily flower on his right pectoral muscle, a large narcissus flower on the left, and on the back of his shoulder he got a dragon.

Lily, Narcissa, and Draco.

Harry never showed those three tattoos to anyone. They were special to him. Plus, he knew Ron would flip if he knew he got a tattoo in honor of Draco Malfoy. And no one even knew about what Narcissa had done for him. He always kept that story to himself.


Harry was pleased with the reactions he received at his new look when he arrived back at Hogwarts for his 8th year. Every compartment he walked by on the Hogwarts Express had kids staring at him. Harry couldn’t suppress his smirk.

Ron and Hermione were on Prefect duty or something. Or maybe they just didn’t want to be around Harry, he got that vibe from them pretty often these days. Harry didn’t really mind, though. He liked being alone now. He sat in the quiet compartment and looked out the window.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts, however, when he heard the door open.

He turned and saw Draco Malfoy standing there. 

“Holy shit,” Draco muttered quietly to himself, thinking Harry couldn’t hear.

Draco stared at Harry with his mouth open, speechless, for a moment before he licked his lips at the sight, and then finally said something.

“I, um, I’m sorry. I was just- well I’m not sure if you know, but my um…friends,” he put quotes around the word. “They aren’t returning. And well…not many people want to sit with, well, you know…the death eater. And so I was, um, still looking for somewhere to sit. I-I saw this compartment was only occupied by one person, and well, it’s you. But I don’t mind! I mean, that is, if, um…you don’t. So, um…would it be okay if I sat here, Potter?”

Harry smiled at him.

“Your company would be greatly appreciated, Draco,” Harry told him and then moved his things off the seats so Draco could sit.

“Thanks,” Draco mumbled.

“I thought you were a prefect, though?”

Draco snorted.

“Yeah right, Potter. You really think people trust ex-death eater Draco Malfoy to have authority over their children.”

Harry shrugged.

“I would trust you.”

Draco just looked at Harry, bemused.

The train ride was nice. They talked about all sorts of things. It wasn’t until a few hours in, though, when Draco finally asked Harry about his new appearance.

“So…I see you’ve changed a bit.”

Harry laughed.

“Yeah, you could say that. What do you think?” He raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. He already knew the answer,

“Y-You look really good- I mean, um, it suits you. Somehow your hair is less of a mess when it’s long,” Draco quickly tried to correct himself.

Harry smiled at him.

“I really like the piercing.” Draco blushed. “Did it hurt?”

“A little, but it was tolerable.”

Draco nodded. 

“And the tattoos?”

“Same thing. Although I may be a bit biased.” Harry laughed. “Most physical pain doesn’t really seem like much after…well, you know.”

“I really like that one,” Draco said and pointed to the phoenix on Harry’s right bicep.

“Thanks. I like that one too. I got it in honor of Dumbledore.” 

“Oh! Do they all…?”

“Represent someone? Yeah.”

Draco moved so he was now sitting next to Harry, rather than across.

“Who’s this one for? It’s quite nice.”

Harry smiled at Draco.

“Sirius Black. He was my godfather.”

“I know,” Draco said quietly, more to himself than Harry. “And this one?” Draco ran his thumb over a tattoo of a sock, smiling down at it in amusement. Harry felt a chill go up his spine at Draco’s touch.

Harry grinned this time.

“Dobby.”

Draco nodded.

They went through all of Harry’s visible tattoos. Draco looked a little disappointed when there weren’t anymore left. 

“Are you sure that’s all of them?”

Harry chuckled.

“Yes, Draco. As much as I’m sure you’d love to have a look at my arse, I haven’t got any tattoos down there.”

Draco’s pale skin turned bright red.

“I didn’t- I wasn’t- I dont- I only meant-” Draco sputtered for a response.

Harry burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy.

“I know, Draco. I was only teasing,” Harry said and lightly patted the top of Draco’s head.

Draco glared at Harry for a moment, but he couldn’t hold it, and a bright smile broke out on his face instead. Harry had never seen anything like it. Anything so…perfect, radiant. It was at that moment that Harry considered letting Draco see his three hidden tattoos, but decided against it, as they were going to arrive at Hogwarts very soon. If he really wanted to show him, there would be plenty more opportunities, because Harry had a feeling that he and Draco would find themselves in each other’s company a lot more this year.


Part Two

The Joker x Reader- “Without Wings”

Each villain gets a protective spirit, kind of like a guardian angel but…not really. The Joker is a handful, that’s why nobody wants the job. Lucky him you love challenges so you’ll take him under your wings (so to speak since you don’t have any; it just sounds nice).

When the Ace Chemicals incident happened, The Joker’s guardian just left him, fed up with the difficult task of keeping him out of danger so there was nobody watching over The Clown Prince of Crime. You felt the urge to help and stepped in right away because you absolutely love tough assignments.

He almost drowned in that vat but you pulled him out in time. J didn’t see too much before he lost consciousness: just a shadow he assumed it was one of his henchmen (not too much to see anyway since you’re shapeless). You felt so bad about his misfortune – no villain is supposed to be without protection at any given time. You tried to make it up to him by making his eyes a more intense blue and blessed him with a lot of eerie beauty. A guardian spirit is not allowed to change anything about a villain’s personality so you didn’t.

Holy crap, is it hard to keep him out of trouble or what? He’s so reckless, impulsive and temperamental now you realize why nobody wanted him. But you never lost a villain on your watch and you’re not going to start now.

At the present moment you are very concerned about his girlfriend: she was actually sent to assassinate him and he has no clue. For once somebody got under his skin and it worries you. Things are really getting out of hand: she already tried to kill him twice last week.

When she gave The Joker the poisoned grape juice, you tripped him and he spilled it all over his new suit. Man, he had such a fit and it was fun to watch: you always enjoy his tantrums. When she tried to inject him with the toxin in his sleep, you slapped her hand and she dropped the syringe. You broke it to pieces and she was so intrigued: how can plastic shatter like that?!

Bitch, don’t mess with someone under my safekeeping!!

Tonight she will try again and you are so done! You are seriously considering taking over her body, this way you can watch J all the time: he certainly needs extra care and attention. Last time you did this for somebody was about 200 years ago and you recall you didn’t enjoy your mortal adventure too much. Plus, if you decide to do it, you’ll be stuck like that for a year, then you have only a two days window to go back to the Shadow World. If not, you’ll be confined in the body until it dies.

Not very nice options but it’s nighttime and she will make her move soon.

Shit, might as well.

You materialize by their bed and float there for a while, considering all the alternatives and finally determine:

HERE WE GO!

You open your eyes and blink a few times, adjusting to your new status. The Joker senses you’re wiggling around and moves his hand from your waist to your breasts, mumbling something in his sleep.

Watch it, mortal! And you move his hand lower. J feels that and slides his fingers down your tummy, trying to get inside your bikini.

Seriously, human, keep your hands at home. You move his hand away.

A very low growl and he shoves himself into you, opening his eyes for a few seconds. Since you can see in the dark, you have to congratulate yourself: you did such an amazing job on that shade of blue!

“Why are you still awake, Princess?” J yawns, snoozing shortly after.

I just got here, you want to say but you don’t. You never sleep anyway. You turn towards your protégé and carefully remove the blanket off him to admire that eerie beauty you blessed him with a while ago. Yep, you did very good: that pale skin is flawless and all those tattoos amplify the whole ensemble gorgeously.

The Joker is such a light sleeper: you were cautious yet he felt you move the cover and woke up, reaching over to kiss you.

How weird, you back out a bit and he wraps you in his arms.

“What is it, Doll? Wanna go again? I am tired as hell but I can make an exception for you,” he grins, taking a deep breath.

Go where?! It’s in the middle of the night.

“Nooooo,” you mutter because you can tell he needs to rest. Why would he want to get up and go somewhere?!

“OK then, Pumpkin, just let Daddy know if you change your mind, I’m not gonna let my girl hanging,” he stretches, groping you and placing your arms around his neck, this way his head rests on your cleavage.

“U-hum,” you agree, confused, not having a clue what he’s referring to.

He suddenly kisses you one more time and it irritates you: keep your lips at home, mortal! Such a strange sensation; it’s been forever since you’ve been inside a human body. Very interesting, what is it really?! Without even noticing you kiss him back and he moans, groping you again.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Y/N; come on, let’s go again then, you’re making Daddy all worked up,” he purrs, breaking apart from your lips with his eyes closed.

Where does he want to go?! He’s worn out and it shows.

“We can go tomorrow, um… baby,” (that’s how that woman addressed J and it appeared he liked it).

What’s the rush? Just sleep and you can take me wherever you want in the morning.

“Are you sure, Doll?” he nuzzles in your long hair (well, hers), not really wanting to give up on the opportunity.

“Of course I’m sure, we can go tomorrow, you’re exhausted,” you reply, playing with his green locks, completely oblivious at the meaning of his statement. All these things you feel are overwhelming but so far it’s not as bad as you remember. Probably need to get reused to everything.

“You know we will!” he promises, cuddling to your chest while you keep on caressing that green hair and you have to admit you’re happy he’s going to take you somewhere  fun on your first day as a mortal.

********************

He keeps on staring at you all day, intrigued.

“What is it?” mortal, you want to add but decide to skip it.

“Something about you changed, Doll. You look sooooo beautiful,” he licks his lips, enticed.

Of course I’m beautiful since I blessed this body with my presence, duh.
“Did you change your hair?” he evaluates your assets, trying to guess on what it is.

“Nahhh,” you keep on playing with her cellphone, mesmerized. Wow, this is absolutely fabulous! This piece of technology must be the greatest invention ever on the planet!

“Did you change your makeup?” The Joker insists and walks on the street, trying to get in the limo and you follow, scrolling down all those interesting pages on Google, catching up with what’s going on with humanity these days.

“No, baby, I didn’t.”

“What is it then? Drives me nuts! What changed?” J is not even paying attention to the cars passing so close by and he still stands there, keeping the door opened so you can get in.

“Watch out,” you calmly warn, yanking him close to you just in time before a car almost hits him.

“Jesus, that was close!” he cracks his neck and slaps your butt as an encouragement to enter the limousine. “Thank you, Pumpkin.”

“It’s my job”, you admit, not taking your gaze off your phone.

“What was that?” he grins once he gets in the car by you.

“I said no problem,” you repeat, changing your tune. J takes the cell out of your hand and hides it in his jacket.

“Stop playing with it, Princess, and pay attention to me.”

You whimper, unhappy your toy is gone for the moment.

“Tonight you’re in for some special treatment, Doll,” he winks and you lean your head on his shoulder, bored. “I’m in the mood for some crazy stuff.”

“You’re taking me to that place you wanted to go last night?” you innocently inquire.

“Ahhhh, I love it when you tease me, Kitten,” The Joker roars in your ear, biting it.“Daddy will take you to places you’ve never been before,” he slaps your thigh, aroused.

How cool, my human will take me somewhere awesome tonight.

“You swear?” you double check, excited, unaware of what’s in store for you.

“Always,” J pulls on your bottom lip and you move closer to him. “Lemme take a picture of you, Y/N,” he takes out his phone, “I need a new screen saver… … … Hm, I think there’s something wrong with my phone,” he frowns at the image and tries again. “I need a new one,” he puckers his lips, unhappy. “Look!” he shows you the image and you see the dark shadow covering half of your face.

That’s me, silly, you smile and encourage him to take another picture, making sure your ethereal being doesn’t show this time.

“See? I told you there is nothing wrong with your phone,” you giggle and he is very content with the new screensaver of his pretty Doll.

********************                        

Ohhhhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant when he said he’ll take you places: probably an understatement anyway. Wow, that was really wild! It seemed he enjoyed himself immensely and you don’t know where you stand yet; can’t say you disliked it though. I guess something else to get used to in a human body, no big deal.

Your head is resting on his abs, your feet high on all the pillows while you examine all the bites and hickeys on your body, not pleased with what J did.

“My God, Y/N, you were so feral !!! You scratched me quite badly, look!” he proudly shows you the marks you left on his pale skin.

You asked for it mortal; you can’t do that to me and get away with it!

The Joker messes with your hair for a little bit, then you try to get up and he won’t let you.

“Hey, Pumpkin, wanna go again?” he purrs, attempting to snatch you but his left hand is still handcuffed to the bed so he can’t move too much.

“Go where?” you pout, not in the mood to get out of the penthouse.

“I love it when you tease me, com’ere!” J signals you with his finger and you crawl on top of him because he seems to like that along with the kissing thing. “You can take advantage of me, hm? Go crazy, I’ll let you!” he lifts his head to bite your neck and you dodge his lips, annoyed:

“You’ll let me??! I don’t need your permission, mortal!” you snarl at him, biting his shoulder, calling him that out loud.

“That’s a good one, Y/N; are we playing roles? I can be the mortal and you can be…”

“Kind of like your guardian angel, no wings though,” you give him an evil glance, actually saying the truth but he wouldn’t know.

“Oh, goody, yeah, that works,” he moans, too horny to concentrate on what just came out of your mouth.

Ohhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant by “going again.” You really need to get up to speed with all this earthling talk that seems way to unnecessary complicated sometimes. As soon as you get your cell phone back, you’re on it!

** He wakes up in the middle of the night and distinguishes your body shape by the window, mumbling words he can’t understand and softly chuckling to yourself.

“Prinnncessss,” J whines, rubbing his eyes, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, go back to sleep, I’ll be there in a minute!” you urge him, taking a deep breath, not thrilled you got interrupted.

You are actually communicating with another protective entity; I guess in human words you could call IT best friend and IT is assigned to safeguard Jonny Frost.

“My mortal needs me, “ you whisper in the Shadow World’s language not meant for human ears anyway. Your “friend” understands and vanishes, not that anybody can see IT to start with; only you have the ability since you’re the same.

You crack a few bones and go to bed, which is dull because you never doze off.

“I can’t sleep without you,” The Joker grumbles, and you oblige, taking him in your arms and squeezing him really tight. You even have one leg around his waist and you cling to his body like there’s no tomorrow.

I like my human, he gets so needy but he can’t help it, you reckon, placing soft kisses all over his forehead; you know he enjoys this kind of stuff. You hug him even tighter and he chokes, coughing a few times.

“Baby Doll, I can’t breathe,” he complains, half gone, and you loosen your embrace a bit.

“You’re a great villain,“ you praise in a very low voice but he can’t really understand since he’s snoozing.

“That’s nice, Kitten,” he mutters and you crush him in your arms again.

I really like my mortal, you smirk with such a devilish smile he cannot see and protectively watch him like a hawk all night, even if you don’t really have to.

*************************

“Watch out,” you smoothly move J with your finger just an inch to his right and the bullet shrieks by his ear, ricocheting in the wall behind.

“What… the hell?!” he snaps at the hostages, pulling his gun out and shooting the rebel officer that dared commit such atrocity. “Anybody else wants to be a hero?!” he screams and has the worst temper tantrum ever during the heist.

Wow, you think, bedazzled.  This is even more fun to witness from so close, certainly one of the greatest villains ever.  

“Y/N, “ he comes in front of you, panting, super pissed from what just happened, “remind me to thank you tonight, yes? We can go as many times as you want,” J winks at you before restarting his rant and wreaking some havoc he makes sure they’ll never forget.

I know what that means, you gasp, proud you learned the difficult subtleties of this planet’s vocabulary.

*******************

“Batsy’s coming, we should go right now,” you tell him, raising your voice so The Joker can hear you over the deafening music in the club.

“No, he’s not, he has no clue about this place,” he keeps you in his lap when you alert of the imminent danger.

“Batsy’s here,” you emotionlessly speak, bored to the maximum and you push him on the floor.“Watch out,” and the explosion in the front of the club makes the ground shake, a few pieces of sharp glass falling right on the spot where he sat a few seconds ago.

“Holy shit, Doll,” J gets all startled, both of you carefully creeping out of the VIP room and take the back exit before things worsen. Batsy really raided the place on a tip from an anonymous source but the evasive King of Gotham was nowhere to be found. AGAIN. How irritating!

**Nothing is going to happen to him under your watch, no way!

His impulsiveness and recklessness gets him in trouble very often, but you can manage: you’ve protected worse before.

One year will just fly by, half is already gone. YOU GOT THIS! **

******************

“Check out my new tattoo, Princess,” J uncovers his shoulder and you gulp, taken by surprise. He got two angel wings on top of your name tattooed on his collarbone. He likes to joke you’re his guardian angel because you bring him good luck. Pretty close, but not quite.

“I …I don’t have wings…but I like it,” you stutter, telling the truth, but The Joker believes you’re being funny.

“Since it seems you are my lucky charm, I thought you would appreciate this more than anything else, am I right?” he licks his lips when he notices how hypnotized you are with his new ink.

“Are you going to be ok when I’m gone?” the unexpected question comes and he rolls his eyes, scoffing.

“Bad mood again?” he wants to know and forcefully pulls you in his arms. “Look what I did for you, be grateful! You’re not going anywhere. Got it?”

I have to, my year will be up tomorrow and I don’t want to be stuck in this body until it dies. You really wish you could explain to The Joker but he won’t understand nor is allowed to know anyway.

“Stop talking nonsense, Doll, you’re making Daddy mad.”

“Why do you keep on calling yourself that?!” you inquire, gazing in his blue eyes.

You really, really did a great job with that shade!

“Because I’m your Daddy and you should call me that more often, you naughty little minx,” he kisses you roughly, grossly groping your butt.

The arrogance this human has! But he’s a good villain, that’s his forte.

*******************************

“Pumpkin, I can’t breathe,” he moans in his sleep and you loosen your embrace again.

You kiss the tattoo he got for you and he squirms a bit, ticklish.

My mortal likes me, you caress his green hair, getting ready to flee the body. She will take over again but won’t remember too much. That woman won’t have a memory of her mission to kill him so J should be safe. Plus, you’ll always watch over him since you are determined not to fail at your task.

“I’m going now,” you whisper and peck his cheek, ready to get out. “Don’t make my assignment of keeping you secure too hard… Daddy,” you softly laugh and he nuzzles in the crook of your neck, growling.

“You’re not going anywhere,” The Joker barely manages to hum.

“You’re awake?” you test the waters, intrigued.

“Nope,” he sniffles because he just heard bits and pieces, being so tired he can’t even wake himself up to properly talk to you.

Batsy chased him for a full hour around Gotham but he managed to escape since you were in the car also. Yeah, strange how he gets away when you are around; a real mystery!

“I have to go but…”

“No,” he opens one eye and since you can see in the dark, you notice.

“Sleep… you won’t even realize I’m gone,” you trace his Damaged tattoo with your index finger and he closes his eye, purring under your touch.

“I would notice…” J yawns, more awake but having a hard time focusing.

“You don’t even know what I’m talking about,” you giggle, amused he’s such a stubborn mule.

“I need my guardian angel,” he grumbles and you squeeze him really hard again, contemplating your choices.

“I don’t even have wings,” you widely smile but he’s in his trance and really speaks without knowing at this point.

“That’s fine…” and then tugs on your t-shirt. “Pumpkin… I can’t breathe…”

Right, you keep on forgetting you hold him too tight. Just being overprotective, that’s all. It’s your job.

I like my human, you grin, wanting to stay because he’s a good villain and I guess won’t be too bad being trapped alongside him in this body.

Heaven knows The Joker needs all the help he can get.

Even if the help doesn’t have any wings.


Also read-MASTERLIST

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I Promise || Conor Maynard

“Hey, that’s my food!” I gasp watching as Conor raises a chip to his mouth laughing, 

“I actually can’t believe that you did that.” I pout. 

 "You’re so cute,“ he says leaning over the table to place a soft kiss on my lips, a smile taking over my face. 

"So why have you asked me out on this date?” I ask clasping my hands together then resting my head on top of them.

 "Ah yes,“ Conor say stretching his arms out above his head, "I need to tell you something,” I nod my head urging him to continue, “You know that I’m going on tour next week.”

 I nod me head smile falling from my face, “I’m going to miss you so much,”

 "I know love, I know,“ he says looking down and taking my left hand in his, "But I want you to come with me.” He looks up from out hands and looks up at me through his eyelashes. 

“What?” I ask heart beat quickening.

 "I want you to come with me on tour, please tell me that you’ll come?“ He asks tears gathering in his eyes.

 "Conor, of course, I’ll come with you, I would follow you anywhere,” I say pulling his face to mine kissing him softly. Conor pulls away softly both of our eyes still closed.

 "I love you,“ He whispers standing up from the table we are sat at. 

"I love you too,” I say looking up at him skeptically. 

He holds his hand out for me to take, "I want to show you something.“ He pulls me out of the same cafe, and into the hustle and bustle of Oxford street. At the end of the street, there is a sign, white with bold black letters. We make our way over to it, and stop when I read what the sign says.

 It reads ‘Hey Y/N? Will you please marry Lil’ Ol’ me?’ I spin towards a bashful looking Conor, one hand places over my mouth.

 I watch as he steps down on one knee, tears gathering in my eyes. I feel my hair flying everywhere but my thoughts are all focused on the blue eyed, ashy brown haired boy. "So I know that you don’t like these type of things, but I once told you that I don’t do things small,” he says making me chuckle, a crowd starts to gather around us there watchful stares not bothering me, “Y/F/N, I am so completely and utterly in love with you, and I guess I’m just asking if you’ll wear a ring so that all of these people that are watching us will know that you’re mine forever.” People around us laugh at Conor’s comment. 

“Here I am, in freezing London, making nine promises to you, each and every one of you a witness,” he says pointing to the many people in the crowd before finally looking up at me again, “that from this day onward, I promise that when I wake up next to you in the morning, I will not leave the bed with out kissing you at least once, I promise that when I join your family that I will take care of them all as if they were my own, I promise to never stop hugging you for you will always be my stuffed bear, I promise to always do my best and try to understand our differences, even if there aren’t any, I promise I will always be by your side, weather you want a friend or a husband, I promise to never turn my back on you, that we’ll talk, I promise to apologize when I’m wrong, and when I’m not and I promise to never let a day pass without showing you how much you mean to me. And finally, I promise that until the last day of our living lives that I will love you without any reason. So will you please marry me?” I nod my head, words unable to form.

 Conor stands up, pulling my face towards him, kissing me softly, all of our love for each other pouring into the kiss.

anonymous asked:

can you recommend some nice harry blogs please? not necessarily writing ones, just nice drama free ones x

Uhh, right now, I can’t think off every single one top of my head so these are ones that I recommend all the time I’m asked for Harry recommendations. I kind of hate doing things like this because I don’t want anyone to feel left out. These are all pretty much writers or dabble in a little writing but they’re all really lovely people and I enjoy talking to them or checking out their blogs from time to time;

@geenalovesthelittlethings // @horanandstylesaremyonlyreason // @trulymadlysydney // @canistay-haz // @aqua-harry // @tattooed-angel-harry // @roseonhissleeve // @stylishmuser // @cuddlemusclestyles // @hestylesno // @permanentcross // @sing-me-a-song-harry // @stylessemantics // @thedailystyles and @harrystylesdaily if you love some updates // @imagine-them-together // @stylesunchained // @bubblecumhxrry // @jawllines // @softharrysquad // @harry-writings.

There are probably so many more that I love and so many more that I talk to but my mind is so blank right now. I do have a recommendations page to make so expect others to be recommended on there! xx

Dylan Larkin # 1

Requested by Anon: Dylan Larkin imagine where he and the reader move in together and they’re both not used to being a serious relationship so they have to do all this cute domestic stuff and Dylan keeps messing up simple chores and it’s just goofy and cute

Warnings: cussing, doubt, sexual innuendoes 

Word Count: 1756

Author’s Note: Thank you for your patience! I’m sorry it took forever! I tried really hard with this but I don’t feel like it’s very good so I apologize  :( Any way enjoy what you can! And please don’t be afraid to request again even though it isn’t my best work! 

Originally posted by dyllarkin

Your feet were tucked under your boyfriend’s legs. You had a book in your hands while Dylan was watching hockey on your TV. You two finally got to spend some time together after a long three weeks of not seeing each other. The reason? Your boyfriend played professional hockey for the Detroit Red Wings and you had your own busy working life causing both of your schedules not to match. But finally you got some time together.

Dylan let out a large sigh indicating he wanted your attention. You rolled your eyes, placed a bookmark in your book, and looked up at the boy. “Larkin?” you questioned. He began to comfortingly rub circles on your lower legs. “I was just thinking how great it is to be with you,” he stated. You rose your eyebrows in surprised. “It’s great to be with you too,” you responded happily. You returned to your book thinking that the conversation was over. “I like this. Being here with you,” he continued, “I was thinking…” he stopped and waited to get your attention. You once again put your book down. “Uh-Oh Dylan thinking? This can’t be good,” you sarcastically replied. He rolled his eyes at you. “Listen,“ he commanded. “okay you have my attention, Larkin,” you moved yourself so you were closer to him with your feet tucked under you. “I think you should move in with me,” he admitted. At first you laughed, thinking he was joking. He kept his face straight. “Oh my gosh, you’re serious,” you noticed. You were skeptical. This was a huge step in a relationship. As much as you love Dylan, moving in could possibly kill the relationship. “I don’t know, Dyl,” You speculated. “Just think about it. Your rent would be cheaper. And we would see each other so much more,” he said. “Dyl,” you started. You were cut off by Dylan’s lips on yours. The kiss was passionate and left your head foggy. Dylan came at you with so much force he knocked you down into the couch. He was laying on top of you. You tangled your hands into his beautiful dark brown hair. You pulled him closer to you trying to feel every part of him. He pulled away quickly. The sudden lack of Dylan’s body heat left you shivering. The fact the kiss was heating up and now he was gone, left you uncomfortable. You gave him a confused look and he smirked at you, “So will you move in with me?” he asked. Instead of answering the question you went in for another kiss. You needed to feel the passion again. He turned his head just at the right moment so your lips met with his cheek. You pulled back and glared at him, “What are you playing at Larkin?” you questioned. Once again he gave you his signature smile that took your breath away. “Will you move in with me?” he asked again. You still didn’t respond. “Will you move in with me?” he asked for the third time moving closer to you. “Move in with me,” he stated. His lips were almost touching yours again. Your breath hitched, hoping he would plant his lips on yours again. “Dylan,” you whined, needing the kiss. “All you have to do is say yes,” he whispered. “Fine, yes,” you officially agreed. You grabbed his face, and finally pulling his lips to yours.

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