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  • (Jack, Mercy, Reinhardt, and Ana talking)
  • Reaper: HEY! What do you think you’re doing?
  • Jack: Trying to have a team meeting! Thank you very little
  • Reinhardt: Yeah! Team ears only.
  • Mercy: Um, Jack?
  • Jack: Yes, Mercy?
  • Mercy: I think he means that we’re all, in the middle of a fight?
  • (Crowd around them cheers)
  • Jack: Uh… (Sighs) …Reinhardt, just. Hit ‘em with the hammer.
  • Reinhardt: Got it
  • Reaper: Wait… WHAT?
  • (Reaper and his team go flying)
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Broken Laptops (Jughead Jones x Reader)

Originally posted by miieczyslaws

Imagine: Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: It’s super duper fluffy!!

She watched him from afar. He just looked so perfect. His grey beanie on his head, his concentrated expression while he sat in front of his laptop, his jeans jacket that hugged his body perfectly, his beautiful dark hair. Everything seemed just perfect to her.

But for him, she didn’t exist. She was just another soul between hundreds. She wasn’t extraordinary. She was a girl who liked to sit in the library and disappear in her own world. She was a girl who did anything to get to the college of her dreams.

Jughead Jones was the only thing that did stop her from thinking straight. She knew. She knew that Jughead didn’t live with his family. In fact she knew that he lives in school now.

Y/N’s family wasn’t perfect either. Some nights she would just sneak out and walk around Riverdale. When she saw him at night in the school building she knew. After she saw him at the Twilight Theater, she knew that he wasn’t living where he should live.

And now she was sitting in a booth at Pop’s. And so was Jughead. Jughead actually knew Y/N but she wasn’t anyone special to him. But he knew that she was incredibly smart. Jughead wasn’t a person who showed interest. He was just like a lock. If you didn’t have the key, in that case it would be his trust, he wouldn’t open up to you.

Y/N was done with her homework as she stood up. A rather new waiter was walking in her direction. But then he slipped and Y/N was walking next to Jughead’s booth. In that moment her drink fell on Jughead’s laptop.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god!”, she said loudly as she took some tissues to help him. “I’m so so sorry! It’s just the waiter slipped and-”, before she could go on further, Jughead stopped her.

“It wasn’t your fault.”, he said and sighed. “Good thing that I save my stuff on a stick as well. But it looks like my laptop isn’t going to make it.”

Great. For the first time she was really talking to him and destroyed his most precious thing. What a great start. “I will buy you another one! I promise.. I’m so sorry.”, she apologized one more time.

“I don’t think that you can afford a laptop unless your last name is Blossom.”, he said and looked at her. “I think I can get it repaired. No worries.”, he assured her that it was okay. “Y/N, right?”

“That’s me. Jughead Jones.”, she smiled at him. “Can I at least buy you a milkshake?”

Jughead smiled at her. “Well I can’t say no to an offer like that, can I?”, he told her.

The next few weeks they ended up talking to each other a lot more. He didn’t know that there was so much more to Y/N than just that smart girl who was the perfect student.

She was a person who was understanding, a little shy and a really good listener. Something about her fascinated Jughead. So he decided write about her. On paper of course. He didn’t know what he wrote. He just wrote the things he noticed about her down. Her actions, her flaws, her attitude. About how she laughed about his jokes. About how she was a really genuine and nice person.

Y/N took a job. She worked after school and sometimes on weekends. She knew that Jughead’s passion was writing and she took his passion away by destroying his laptop. Also: he was really nice to her and they did spend time together a lot. She wanted to give him something back. She also felt guilty about breaking his laptop.

One day they decided to go to the football pitch and lay down on the grass. They watched the stars who were shining brightly that night.

“Talk about yourself, Jughead. You never do that.”, Y/N asked.

“How about you tell me what you know about me already. I find that more interesting.”, his gaze was on the stars while Y/N’s gaze was on him.

“Well.. I know that you are a very creative person.. you’re also a realist and see things different than others. You are generally different than others. But in a good way.”, she stopped and took a slow breath. “Also.. I think that you don’t have a good connection to your family.”

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Jughead stopped for a moment and then turned his head to her. “How do you know that?”

“My parents fight a lot.. and sometimes I just sneak out to get away. To get away from them shouting at each other. And one night I saw you at the Twilight Theater and at school.. why don’t you live with your parents?”

“My parents don’t live together anymore. My family is broken and I can’t keep living with my father. He doesn’t care about me or his family. He is drunk all the time. And I just couldn’t live there.”, he told her. For the first time he opened up to her. “My life might not be perfect. But I write my thought down. It helps me not to go insane.”, he sighs. “It’s the only thing in my life that will always stay the same.”

It felt good to talk about that. Sometimes even his laptop couldn’t take that pain away. Y/N moved closer to him. Jughead slowly put his arm under her. Now her head was laying on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat which was beating pretty fast. They lay there in the middle of the night on a football field and talking about their problems.

Y/N talked about how she expects a divorce any minute. It didn’t seem like the situation would get better. And Jughead listened to every word she said to him. Suddenly he wanted so comfort her. He wanted to be there for her. Because she was in a similar situation as him.

After that night they spent a lot of time together in school too. Y/N became Jughead’s getaway. Whenever he needed someone to talk, she was the first person he would talk to. The thought of her not being in his life, pained him. He didn’t want to imagine that. In such a short time, she became a big part in his life.

Jughead was working with Betty on the murder case as Y/N walked in with a bag. “Hey, how’s the work going?”, she asked them and smiled.

“Good.”, Betty answered. She saw that Y/N possibly wanted to talk to Jughead. “Uh.. I have cheer practice! I’ll see you guys around!”, she said and left.

Y/N sat down next to Jughead. “So.. 2 months ago, I broke your laptop. So.. I worked.”, she started.

But before she could go on, Jughead interrupted her. “If this is what I think it is, then I want to ask you one thing: Why? You didn’t have to do this, Y/N.” No one did something like that for him.

“I felt guilty. And I care about you and I know that you really need this laptop. Here is a complete new one. See it as a present from me, Juggie. As an early birthday gift.”

He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. “Thank you.. but my birthday is in 8 months.”

She pulled away and looked deep in his eyes. “I don’t care. I want you to have it. And every time you use this, think of me.”, she said and smiled at him.

A week later, Y/N saw Jughead sitting at Pop’s in his usual place. “Hey, Juggie.”, she said and sat down.

“Could you please stay here, I’m going to get us some drinks okay?”, he said and Y/N nodded.

As she saw his laptop background her eyes went wide. It wasn’t just a normal picture. It was a picture of her. A picture of her smiling. But she didn’t look in the camera. She seemed distracted. That must be the moment where he took that picture. But why would she be his background picture?

Jughead noticed that she stared at his laptop. “Uh.”, he said with his drink in his hands.

“It’s okay.. you don’t have to explain. I told you that you should think of me while using this laptop. And that is the best way, right?”

Another night, another night on the football field. The same position as always. Her head on his chest. Her calm breathing was present and so was Jughead’s heartbeat that only Y/N could hear.

Y/N hand reached out for Jughead’s. Jughead sat up and looked at her. “You look so pretty like this. Let me take a picture.”, he said and took a picture. Another inspiration to write about her.

“Really?”, she smiled and held his hand tighter.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I know, Y/N.”, he said. “Really. You are.”

Y/N sat up too and stared at Jughead and moved a little bit closer to him. “Why do you say that?”, she whispered.

“I don’t know. But there is something about you. I don’t know what.. but it’s just there. And I feel so much better with you. Thank you for being in my life.”

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And just like that, Y/N pressed her lips on his. She pulled him close. Both of her hands were on his cheeks. Jughead also pulled her close to him. He pulled away. “Why?”

“It’s my way of saying thank you. I’m glad that I destroyed your laptop. I’m glad that I could spend time with you. I..”, she couldn’t finish that sentence. It was hard for her to express love. She never felt that way with a boy before. And now Jughead was there.

“I’m also glad that you did that, Y/N. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be here right now. And.. I.. I love you. That’s what you wanted to say, right?”

She nodded and kissed him again. “Yeah. I love you too, Juggie. I love you with everything I have. That might not be much.. but-”

“That’s everything I need. You being here with me is more than enough.”

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Hidden Talent - Avengers Cast x Reader

You were a new character brought in for Civil War. You were a bit like Black Widow but not. Your character was a young woman who had been trained by HYDRA to be the perfect asset, partner to Winter Soldier; which was fine since you got on really well with Seb. You and Tom were the youngest people on set and you used it to your full advantage; you used it to play pranks on people all the time.
Right now, you were at your first comic con with the whole cast surrounding you backstage.
“Relax, Y/N, you’ll be fine.” Sebastian put a hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. “You’re coming on right after me.”
You gulped and nodded. Filming you could do because only a handful of people were actually present but live audiences sent a new wave of nerves into you.
The guys from the first few films started to get called on. The people around slowly dwindled down.
“And don’t forget our incredible Winter Soldier… Sebastian Stan everybody!” The man in question jogged on stage and I could hear the fans screaming and clapping.
“A new character to the MCU, but definitely not any less loved, Y/A/N… Y/N L/N!” Your name was called and you jolted into action, plastering a smile on your face that soon became genuine when you realised people were actually happy to see you.
Questions rained upon the cast once everyone was on stage. Mackie could not stop making jokes the whole time and the audience was loving it. Soon came the moment you were afraid of.
“Uh hi? My name’s Jessie, and I have a question for Y/N.”
You quickly spoke into your mic. “Sure, go ahead.”
“There’s been some rumours that you’re a really good singer? I was just wondering whether they were true or not.” Jessie smiled nervously.
This was not what you were expecting. True, you’d sang before but you were not expecting this here.
“I’m not sure about really good. Do you have a song in mind?” You asked.
Mackie interrupted. “Hold up a minute. If the audience is getting a concert surely they should be paying more for this?” People laughed in the room at his comment.
“Mackie, shut it, sorry Jessie, what were you going to say?” You faked a huge smile at Mackie and the audience laughed at the interaction.
“I…err…” Jessie was saved by someone in the audience.
“Sing ‘I Have Nothing’ Y/N!”
“Yeah that would be amazing.” Jessie quickly took the person’s suggestion and the audience cheered.
“Uh…bah…right sure. Hang on.” You cleared your throat, flustered at all the attention.
“Go on, Y/N!” Chris called from a couple seats down and the audience cheered again.
You decided to skip to the verse just before the chorus.
“I don’t really need to look
Very much further
I don’t want to have to go
Where you don’t follow
I will hold it back again
This passion inside
Can’t run from myself
There’s nowhere to hide

Don’t make me close one more door
I don’t want to hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don’t walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing If I don’t have you.” Your voice was incredible as you sang, blowing everyone away, even your fellow cast members.
“Excuse me honey, but if you’re going to be able to sing like that and not tell us, we are going to be offended.” RDJ announced as the audience screamed and clapped.
You saw Jessie make her way quickly down from the podium.
“I am well offended, N/N, I thought we were friends and you kept a voice like that from me!” Mackie laughed as he gave you his 'Bish please’ face.
“Definitely adding a scene into Infinity War with you singing.” Scarlett laughed and the crowds erupted again.
“Please, oh my god, please do that.” The host begged.
You, on the other hand, resembled a deep cherry red at the onslaught of compliments heading you way.
“Done!” The Russo brothers chimed in and the audience actually exploded this time into all sorts of noises.
“We can definitely find a way to add in a voice like that.” Joe Russo confirmed.
“Well done, doll.” Sebastian whispered in your ear with a kiss to your temple.

Quidditch Matches - Fred Weasley

Word Count: 4,223

Prompt: Fred and his Gryffindor girlfriend attend a Quidditch match together when other plans lead them back to Fred’s dorm room.

This is just based off and idea on what I could see happening if Fred Weasley brought his Gryffindor girlfriend to a Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Warnings: Fluff, very light smut, mention of sex, unedited 

“Hurry up, love! We’re gonna miss the match if we don’t get there in time!” Whipping your head around you found the source of the voice. You rolled your e/c eyes abated at your eager boyfriend. Fred was practically dancing back and forth on his toes as he stood waiting for you in the light mist. His red hair was hidden under a dampen wool hat, the ends sticking to his skin.

“Give me a second, Fred. I just need to put my boots on.” You mumbled leaning up against the brick walls of the castle. Fred Weasley had been raving the entire week about the Quidditch match playing out Saturday night. It was set between Slytherin and Ravenclaw and for some reason your boyfriend was more than thrilled to attend. He managed to hook you in and when Saturday finally did roll around, the match was all he could talk about. At five o'clock on the dot Fred dragged you out of the Gryffindor common room, where most of your weekends were spent, before you could even get dressed for the occasion. You snatched your raincoat off the hook, lucky for you a pair of thin fleece gloves were buried in the pocket, your boots by the door, and a homemade tie blanket to sit on.

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Imagine being a member of the Supernatural cast and during a panel being asked about you and Brendon.

“Hey, first of all I am really happy to be here and see you all!”

“Hey sweetehart” you smiled at the girl as did Jared, Jensen and Misha.

“So uhm this question is not very very relevant to the show but uhm since I have the chance I would like very much to uhm ask (Y/n)…” she trailed off at our name and you smiled at her.

“Go on” you laughed “I won’t bite”

“You mean hard!” Jensen pointed out and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I bite hard only at the people that annoy me to no end!” you said matter-of-factly and he gasped audibly, putting a hand over his chest.

“What are you implying?”

“I am not implying anything. I am stating it. You are annoying!”

“It was just one freaking kissing scene!” he eclaimed.

“Which I had to get right but couldn’t because you kept making funny faces! Or let’s not mention supposedly forgetting your lines! Hence- annoying!”

Jensen kept opening and closing his mouth but no words were comign out until- “My feelings had just been hurt” he pouted visibly as he looked at the crowd.

“Better than me hurting something else of your” you grinned and Jared and Misha laughed.

“Oh please when that happens I would like to be there and filming everything!” Misha laughed and so did you.

“Anyway, guys we have a fan here waiting to ask a question. Let’s not be rude. So what was it?”

She giggled slightly “Well despite that, it was an amazing scene for us but I wanted to ask about something that has to do with your real life and it’s…”


“What’s going on between you and Brendon Urie from Panic! at the disco?”

you instantly felt heat rise on your cheeks as the crowd ‘Woo’ed along with Jared and they clapped, cheering.

“Oh uh well-” you laughed nervously “About that-”

“Wait- what Brendon do they mean? How have I not met him yet?” Misha piped in and you mentally thanked him for a second.

“Oh you actually have. It’s the tall dude you found on (Y/n)’s trailer the previous I think week”

“Oh. Oh! You mean the one she seemed to be making out with?”

Yeah, not thanking Misha after all.


“Uh yes, yes. I actually liked him. He’s pretty much as crazy as I am!”

Jared laughed “Yeah that one” he shook his head.

“Oh wait a sec- is that the guy she’s posting photos with all the time? Hey I thought she was just going to collaborate with his band on their next album!”

“We actually are” you spoke up before any of them could say anything more, not that there really was anything left “Thanks a lot by the way” you glared at them and they laughed.

“But yeah, although I think you got your answer, Brendon and I- well, we wanted to wait a little while to make it official but yes yes we are dating.”

No sooner had you finsihed your sentence than the crowd errupted into cheers. They clapped and you laughed shyly.

“Yeah uh- neither of us can really tell you how this started. We- we’ve actually been friends for so long, went together in high school and quiet honestly if you asked me back then if I imagined myself in ten years, dating him I’d say no immediately but well-” you chuckled awkwardly “Her we are. I- I don’t really know how to describe it. But for the time being there is only one word that can describe how I feel when I am with Brendon, doing crazy stuff like when we were teens. Happy”

The crowd errupted into ‘Aw’s as did Jensen, Jared and Misha.

You laughed “Yeah, he uh really makes me feel happy. Like I got everything I need and after all this time of knowing him I am just sure there is no single thing that could pull us apart now.”

More ‘aw’s were heard and you smiled sheepishly at them.



“We’ll need to have a talk with that lad huh?”

“Oh hells yeah.”

“Good. I’ll go load up the guns”


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I have been in love with G’Kar for going on 20 years now omfg.

(I watched Babylon 5. Episode by episode. AS IT CAME OUT. Oh God now THAT was torture…it was my first fandom in the modern sense - first time I actively sought out other fans, went online, all that jazz)

(and oh God those last two - that entire speech is like graven in my fucking SOUL I read the words in G’Kar’s fricken VOICE I love him SO DAMN MUCH God I was so sad when Andreas Katsulas died. :( )

Hey Angel Chapter 75

You looked over at the clock and saw that it was just after two in the morning. You couldn’t sleep because all you could think about was a hot fudge sundae and french fries. You bit your lip as you contemplated on waking Harry up or if you should just go downstairs and find some ice cream that you already had in the house with some potato chips. 

But the latter just wouldn’t do. 

You leaned over and poked Harry’s arm. He didn’t move or even acknowledge anything. You rolled your eyes and poked his arm harder. Still nothing. 

“Harry…” you whispered. 


“Harry,” you said a little bit louder. 


You groaned. Harry was sleeping on his back and snoring. You reached over and closed his nose, which instantly woke him up. 

“W-What? What’s going on?” he said sitting up quickly. 

“We’re hungry,” you said rubbing your belly. 

Harry looked over at you and then at the clock before looking at you again. “It’s two in the morning,” he said softly. 

“Yeah, so,” you said. “The babies don’t know what time it is and they really want a hot fudge sundae and french fries.” 

“How about I get some ice cream from downstairs and some crisps?” He asked. “And then later today I’ll go get the sundae and fries.” 

“No, it’s not the same,” you sighed. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll go and get. You go back to sleep.” 

“No, no, I’ll go,” he yawned getting up from the bed. 

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Of course,” he said pulling on a shirt. “Do you want anything else?” 

“Nope, that’ll be all,” you smiled. 

He nodded and gave you a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back,” he said. 

You nodded. “I’ll be right here,” you giggled. 

He laughed and left the room. A half an hour later, Harry came back with your sundae and fries. 

“Gimme, gimmie, gimmie!” you gasped when he walked in. 

He laughed and handed it to you. You quickly opened up the container and start dipping the fries in the sundae. 

“So, when I went through the drive-thru, the guy asked if I had a pregnant wife,” he laughed. “I said, yeah, how did you know and he said he had to make the same trip quite a few times for his.” 

You laughed. “But technically I’m not your wife, yet,” you said. 

“Not officially,” he said. “But you’re close enough.” 

“True,” you giggled dipping another fry in the ice cream. ‘So, I’ve been thinking… we need to figure out a few things.” 

“Like?” He yawned. 

“Well, names for one. We still need to name our littles one. Then we need to get get the nursery set up in here so they can sleep in here. Then we also need to decide if we’re still going look for another house,” you said with a mouthful. 

He laughed. “We do need to figure those out, but we should probably wait till it’s not almost three in morning,” he yawned. 

You shrugged. “What do you think about Ruby?” You asked. 

“Hmm… I like it,” he smiled. “But I don’t want to make any decisions yet.” 

“It’s just a suggestion,” you mumbled. 

“I know and I like it,” he said. “We can add that to our list of names.” 

“But we don’t have one,” you groaned. “That’s the problem.” 

“Baby, we still have time to figure out names, remember,” he said. 

You sighed finishing the rest of your food. “Fine, just go back to sleep,” you mumbled turning away from him. 

He sighed. “Baby…” he said reaching over for you. 

“Don’t baby me,” you sniffled. “I just wanted to have a conversation about our babies and you don’t want to have it, so just go back to sleep.” 

Harry sat up and scooted towards you. “Of course I want to talk about our babies and choose names with you, but we’re both tired and need our rest,” he whispered. “We can continue it later.” 

He puts his hands on your belly and his chin on your shoulder. “Don’t cry,” he whispered. 

“I’m not crying,” you lied. 

He laughed a bit,” You kinda are, baby,” he said wiping your tears. 

“I can’t help it,” you whined. “It’s these stupid hormones.” 

“I know,” he said. “Why don’t we lay down and cuddle until you fall asleep.” 

You sighed nodding. Harry moved over so that you could lay down before laying down himself and wrapping his arms around you the best he could. 

“I love you,” he smiled. 

“You better,” you mumbled. 

He laughed. “Of course I do,” he smiled. “And I love our babies,” he whispered putting his hand on your belly. “I can’t wait until they’re born.” 

“Me either,” you groaned. “This pregnancy is taking its toll on my body.” 

“You know, I’ve been thinking would you want to go get a prenatal massage at the spa one day?” he asked. 

“YES! I would love too!” you said quickly. “I wanted one when I was pregnant with Ella, but I never went.” 

“Well, I’ll arrange for you to have a whole day at the spa,” he smiled. “I’ll take care of everything here and you can just enjoy the day to yourself.” 

“I’d love that!” you smiled. 

“Good,” he smiled giving you a quick kiss. “Now, let’s get some rest.” 


Later that day, you and Harry wake up to the kids running into the room and jumping on the bed. Harry whines and pulls the blanket over his head. 

“Daddy! Up!” Ella said jumping on top of him. 

“Yeah! Up Lazy!” Jackson smirked. 

“Good thing I have babies in my tummy, so they have to jump on you,” you smirked. 

Harry whined again. “Mean! All of you are mean!” 

“Nu uh!” Ella giggled. “We nice!” 

“Not to me,” he whined. “I’m sleepy,” 

“So, we hungi,” Ella shrugged. “We want fency toast!” 

“Oooh that sounds amazing,” you nodded. 

“What if we went out for breakfast?” he asked. 

“No, we want Daddy make it,” Jackson said. 

“Yeah, I’d rather not have to go through the process of getting everyone ready just to go to breakfast,” you said. “I can help you.” 

“No, no it’s okay,” he said getting up from the bed and stretching. “So, French toast for everyone?” 

“Yes pwease!” The kids giggled. 

Harry laughed and went into the kitchen to get started while the kids cuddled up with you on the bed. 

“How Mama and babies?” Ella smiled. 

“We’re doing great,” you smiled. “Wanna say good morning to them?” 

“Ya!” She giggled putting her face on your belly. “Morna babies! Wuv!” 

Jackson giggled and put his face on the other side of your belly. “Morning babies! I love ya!” 

You giggled. “The babies have the best big brother and sister ever,” you smiled. “They’re so lucky.” 

“We lucky!” Jackson smiled. 

You laughed kissing his head. 

“What the babies be named?” he asked. 

“Well, we haven’t decided yet,” you said. “What do you think their names should be?” 

“I not know,” he shrugged. 

You laughed. “It’s okay because neither do Daddy and me.” 

He giggled and look over at Ella. “What about you sissy? What do you want name babies?” 

“Uh… Babies!” She cheered. 

“Babies Styles?” You asked. 

“Ya,” she nodded. 

You giggled. “We’ll think about it,” you smiled. 

“Yay!” she giggled. 

“Breakfast is ready!” Harry shouted. 

“YAAAYY!” The kids laughed running into the kitchen. 

You shook your head laughing as you waddled after them. When you sat down at the table, you saw French Toast, syrup, and fruit laid out on the table. You smiled and quickly started piling up your plate. 

“This looks amazing,” you smiled. “The babies and I thank you.” 

“Anything for all my babies,” Harry smiled giving you a quick kiss. 

“Daddy! I tink of name for babies,” Ella said with a mouthful. 

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth,” he laughed. 

“Sowwy,” she said. “I tell Mama name dem babies.” 

“Just babies?” he laughed. 

“Ya! Babies Swyles” she nodded. 

He laughed. “You know that could work,” he pointed out. 

“As much as I like it, I don’t think we could name both of them that and they won’t be babies forever,” you laughed. 

He laughed taking a bite of his french toast. 

“Daddy we go to park today?” Jackson asked. 

“Um, I don’t know. It’s still quite hot outside and Mummy doesn’t need to be outside,” he said. 

Jackson pouted. 

“It’s okay, we can go to the park for a little bit,” you said. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said shaking his head. “We can play with the kids here.” 

The kids groaned. “We always play here,” Jackson whined. 

“Jackson, I said no, alright?” Harry said firmly. 

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Mommy takes me to the park,” he mumbled. 

Harry sighed. “And we take you to the park too, but don’t you remember how sick Mummy got the other day? We don’t want her feeling poorly do we?” 

“No,” he sighed shaking his head. “No want Mummy or babies sick.” 

“Exactly and we can have fun here, I promise,” Harry smiled ruffling Jackson’s hair. 

“I want watch cartoons,” he said. 

“Me too!” Ella gasped. 

“Are you finished eating?” You asked. 

“Uh.. yeah?” They both nodded. 

“Well, then go on,” you said laughing. 

They giggled and Jackson jumped from his chair then helped Ella get down from hers before running into the family room. You looked over at Harry and shook your head. 

“Going to the park isn’t going to kill me, Harry,” you sighed. “We could have taken them for an hour at least.” 

“It doesn’t matter now,” he said cleaning up. “We’re not going.” 

You sighed. “Harry, I’m pregnant, not useless.” 

“I never said that you were,” he said loading the dishes into the dishwasher. 

“Maybe not, but you’re acting like it,” you sighed. 

“You don’t get it Y/N,” he said. “When I saw you the other day, that shit scared me. You just got healed up from the accident and then that happened. I don’t want to take that chance again…” 

You sighed getting up from the chair and walking over to him. “I’d wrap my arms around you, but uh there’s something in the way,” you laughed. 

He laughed turning you around and putting his arms around you from behind. “I worry about you and I don’t want anything to happen to you or the babies,” he whispered. 

“I know, I don’t want anything to happen to us either, but I can’t stop living my life and expecting the kids to stop doing things because we’re scared,” you whispered. 

He sighed. “You’re right, but I’m always going to worry about you and our babies,” he whispered rubbing your belly. 

“And that’s fine, but we still need to make sure the kids are able to do something that they want,” you whispered. “And plus that park is special to us.” 

He smiled. “Yeah, it is,” he said. “That’s where we first met each other with the kids. I mean the first two times weren’t exactly my best moments, but I think the park redeemed myself.” 

“Yeah, just a little,” you smirked. “Mostly because you didn’t spill anything on me.” 

“And I haven’t done that since either,” he added. 

“Oh!” He jumped. “Was that-” 

“Yep,” you groaned. “That was the babies.” 

He giggled and leaned down to your belly. “Hi, babies,” he whispered. “It’s Daddy. I love you very much and we all can’t wait to meet you and hold you.” 

They kicked again causing you to groan. 

“As much as I love you kicking, I don’t think your Mummy does, so try not to kick too hard, yeah?” he smiled. “We don’t want to hurt Mummy.” 

You giggled looking down at him. “You’re the best Daddy,” you smiled. 

“And you’re the best Mum,” he whispered standing up to kiss you. 


Later that night, the kids were in bed and Harry was in his office working on some things. You had just gotten out of the shower and you started to crave something. However, it wasn’t food that you were craving, it was Harry. You went into his closet and grabbed one of his buttoned-down shirts. You tried to button it up, but you couldn’t reach under your belly to do it. You just left it unbuttoned and put on some underwear before making your way to his office. 

When you approached the door, you could hear him on the phone with someone. You thought about coming back later, but you thought this could be fun. You slowly opened the door and saw Harry’s back was facing you. You walked quietly over to his chair and tapped on it. 

Harry spun around and saw you standing there. His eyes widened as he looked you up and down. He had been quite distracted from his phone call that he didn’t realize they were still talking to him. 

“Oh, what? Sorry, I uh, can you say that again?” he asked.  He gave you a ‘what are you doing’ look. 

You just smirked and walked closer to him. You squeezed between the chair and the desk and stood in front of him. You would have sat on his lap, but the armrests on the chair were going to prevent you from doing that, so you decided to sit on his desk instead. 

“Hey, Jeff um, I’m gonna have to let you go. Can I call you in the morning?” He said watching you take off his shirt from your body. 

“Yeah, sure, is everything okay?” He asked. 

“Perfect, just Y/N needs me to get her something. You know pregnancy cravings,” he said. 

“Oh, yeah, how’s she doing?” he asked. 

“Great, now I’ll talk to later,” Harry said quickly before hanging up the phone. 

“No need to stop on my account,” you smirked. “I would have waited.”

“You’re naked on my desk with that look in your eye…even if you could have waited, I couldn’t.” he said pushing his chair back and standing up in front of you. 

“I think this was part of your plan though,” he whispered. “You knew I was on the phone and getting some work done.”

“I know, but I was having another craving and while I could have taken care of it myself, I figured you wouldn’t have wanted me to do that,” you smirked. 

“As hot as that would be… you’re right. I would much rather satisfy your cravings,” he smirked. “Should we head to the bedroom?” 

“Or we could… just stay right here,” you smirked. 

“Are you sure?” he said. “It’ll be more comfortable in there…” 

You groaned. “Once again, I’m pregnant, not fragile!” 

“Well… if you insist,” he smirked pulling you to him. 


A bit later, you two were back in your bedroom after a few rounds of satisfying your cravings. Harry was running his hand up and down your back as you cuddled up to him. 

“You feel okay?” he whispered kissing your head. 

“Yep,” you yawned. “Just sleepy.” 

He laughed. “Well, then let’s get some rest baby and babies,” he whispered kissing your belly. 

You giggled and pulled the blanket up over you and closed your eyes. Harry cuddled closer to you before closing his eyes and falling asleep too. 

Bad Girl

haunting-melodys said:
Can you do a like HAM daddy Michael smut? Please 🙏🏻
Hell yeah I can I gotcha!


“Daddy, are you awake?” I whispered poking Michael’s cheek.

We had been watching a movie on the bed which resulted in me passing out cuddled up together. But my phone kept buzzing causing me to awake. Once I answered whoever needed me, I wanted to have some fun with Michael. Problem was, he is still sleeping.

At least I can fix that.

“Mikey,” I whined nudging his neck with my nose. “What is it?” He grumbled. Wrapping his arms around my torso he pulled me back into his embrace, placing his chin atop my head. I huffed, trying to break free.

“I wanna play.” I whispered turning onto my stomach so I was laying on top of him. “No.” Michael said flatly. “Why not?” I pouted. “Because I said so and what I say goes.” Michael stated. “But Daddy..” I huffed burying my face in his chest. “Please?”

“Y/N,” he warned. “You’re no fun.” I sat up. Crossing my arms and closed my eyes. “My princess parts are tingly.” I protested. “We’ll take care of that later, right now its still nap time.” He said. “Nuh-uh playtime!” I cheered, pressing my ass against his lap. “Fine, you want playtime?” He mused. “Pleasure yourself then.” He stated like it was obvious.

He broke our embrace and cuddled up into the sheets. I let out a huff before thinking. Did he exactly give me permission? He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it. I placed my hands lightly on his chest, moving down so I had one leg on both sides of his thigh. Slowly I began to buck my hips up his leg. A sigh of relief fell from my lips.

“Kitten,” he breathed. “Yes, Daddy?” I asked softly. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, opening his eyes. “Making my princess parts feel good.” I sassed. “Your princess parts?” Michael mused and I nodded. “Last time I checked…those were Daddy’s princess parts, and only I could make them feel good.”

“No, they’re mine.” I huffed. “Mm, since they aren’t mine, looks like I can’t pleasure them then.” Michael said. “Daddy no!” I whined. “Then tell me kitten,” he smirked, pulling me closer to him. “Whose princess parts are those?” “Y-yours Daddy.” I stuttered. “That’s what I thought, now you’ve been a very bad girl today.” He breathed.

“ ‘m sorry Daddy.” I whispered. “You know what happens when little girls don’t listen to their Daddy, right?” He asks. “They get punished.” I breathed. “That’s right kitten, they get punished.” He agreed. “Lay across my thighs.” He stated. I whined, laying over Daddy’s lap.

Michael pulled down my shorts along with my panties, and massaged the skin. Just then a sharp smack was delivered to my ass making me grip Michael’s leg. “You know the rules little one.” He warned. “One.” I muttered. “Good.” Another smack to my other cheek. “Two.” I breathed. Smacks were being hit until I breathed, “Fifteen.”

“Good girl, now come here.” Michael stated. “Now, what did you want?” He asks. “I wanna play.” I said. “What specifically do you want kitten?” Michael asks. “I want your tongue and cock.” I stated. “Please?” I asked. “Alright baby girl.”

Slowly he began running his tongue all over my heat. “Mm, seems like your dripping little one.” He asked. “We’ll have to take care of that, won’t we?” He smirked.

He pushed two fingers in slowly, while lapping over my clit. “This is what you wanted.” He challenged. “Fuck.” i moaned, rocking my hips against his hand. He moved his fingers up quickly, pausing hitting my spot. “Mm daddy.” My lips parted. “God, you’re making me hard just watching this baby.” He thrusted his fingers quicker.

“Mm,” i moaned. “I think you need something bigger than my fingers, right little girl?” He smirked. “Daddy please! Give me your cock!” I whimpered. Michael removed his fingers from my head before flipping me over. “You look so good begging for me princess.” He said while unbuttoning his jeans.

His green eyes scanned my body, taking in every sight of me. Once his pants we removed, he wasted no time thrusting into me. A mewl escaped from my lips as Michael picked up his pace. “Fuck, Daddy I’m gonna cum.” I whimpered. “Be a good girl, and cum for me.” His hand came down to rub my clit. “Mm, fuck.” My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Does my cock feel good inside you princess?” Michael questions. I answer his question with a loud moan of ‘Daddy.’ He pounded into me relentlessly. He lets out loud whimpers with mixtures of my name. He pulls out slowly, making me feel empty. His cum covers my clit, as it trickles down my leg. He quickly catches it with his finger.  “Open.” Michael demands. I open my mouth and suck whatever is left on his finger.

“God, I love it when you do that.” Michael smirks. “Come on princess, lets take a nap.” He says. “Again Daddy!” I say. “It’s not my fault, my little one got me worn out. Let’s see, if you’re good this time, you’ll get rewarded.” He smiles before drifting off to sleep.

Pomp and Circumstance

( ive been wanting to make a college roommates au for a while !! it was requested by @lazyscoutnumberone but i also wanted to make one based off this post by @amolecularmachine, @spobforpresident and @shoelace-and-friends !!! i wrote more but this seemed like a good place to cut it off so i might post a lil more later !!! c: )

Sportacus carried his small, heavy suitcase up the flights of stairs effortlessly, his muscular body shaking with more excitement than exertion as he climbed the 48th stair (if he’d counted right, that is) and pushed open the door to reveal the small, crowded hallway of college students moving into their new dorms, just two days before the semester officially started.

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Our Girl

Request: I’ve a request for you. There’s a few fics of Richard Speight/reader and of Rob Benedict/reader. I’ve got one for us girls that just can’t choose between the two of them. Rob/Rich/Reader I’ve yet to see one of those. The smuttier the better but if you’re not comfortable doing smut that involves two guys a clean one is better than nothing

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Classes start tomorrow, so I’ll work on the remaining requests when I can :) I saw that quite a few people got this same request, so if you write one of these tag me! Writing this just really made me realize how much I actually want to read it. Hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader x Richard Speight Jr.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, double penetration, threesome, explicit language, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 8769 (yeah you read that shit right)

Tagging: @sammyxorae @family-business-forever @totallysupernaturaloneshots @ashiewesker @negansgrimes @my-wayward-fandoms @hudine @lamthetwickster @owlluver @audreyholmes13 @crowleysprincess159 @seirensou @concentratedsassandcandy @bellastellaluna @baritonechick @just-a-touch-of-crowley @that-fanboy-doe @magnificentcherryblossomscreams @tumbleboof

Originally posted by lolabradbury

“Lay your weary head to rest! Don’t you cry no more!” The crowd’s enthusiastic singing filled the theater with a booming frequency, one that sent chills down your spine. It was Friday night, which meant it was party time, and your best friends, Rob and Rich, took that very seriously.

“Thank you, Friday people! You’ve made the first day of this convention incredible! Keep the energy up!” Richard shouted into the microphone, crossing the stage with an energized bounce in his step, his Game of Thrones costume hardly slowing him down.

As the rock music continued to blare, you felt someone step beside you, soft material brushing against your arm. You turned to look at Rob, who donned a full Khaleesi costume, dragon and all. Even though you had helped him into the costume quite a few times, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight.

Rob immediately threw his arms around you, lifting you and swinging you with a laugh, drawing cheers from the crowd.

“Oh, I want in on this!” Rich’s voice sounded a moment later as he came to Rob’s aid, immediately throwing himself at you to sandwich you between him and Rob. He wrapped his arms around Rob, grasping his friend’s back as the other followed suit, crushing you between their bodies.

“Really, guys?” You managed to breathe out, your hands trapped against Rich’s chest, which was rumbling with uncontrollable laughter. You could hear the crowd getting a kick out of your misfortune too.

“Whose hat is that? I know that isn’t yours,” Rich pointed out, eyes flashing down to the black baseball cap you wore backwards.

You smiled innocently, hearing a soft laugh from Rob. Maybe you had stole it off of Rich’s bed while he was finishing getting dressed in the bathroom. The three of you shared things all of the time. It was just a natural part of your friendship.

“Gee, Rich, someone’s been acting up lately,” Rob commented, the microphone catching his words and displaying them for all to hear. There were definitely a few whistles and catcalls within the responding screams and cheers.

“Uh oh. What are we going to do about that?” Rich replied, glancing over your shoulder to share an amused smirk with Rob.

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Ep 22. Cheer Tryouts (MPGiS) ~ Mistress

A/N: I keep putting off submitting the next part of WIaWSNB mostly because I like torturing you. There’s just a guy with a gun pointed at Katya for like, weeks. The next part is done, I’m just waiting for the perfect time. Anyway, here’s the net part of this epic mess that brought me into the sphere of AQ in the first place. Cheers.

Warning, uh I use ‘queer’ like once and it’s contextualized as the reclaimed queer, not the slur. Just in case anybody has that issue.

Summary: cheer tryouts take place two weeks before Cheer Nationals. Willam gets some interesting news from a reappearing character from ‘Babes Having Babies’. Afterwards, Katya and Matt back up Trixie as she comes out to her workaholic mom.

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kachikathy  asked:

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ANSWERING MY FIRST REQUEST!!! I couldnt be happier right now *ugly sobs* I have a few more reqs, if you dont wanna answer them all i understand! I just love the way you write <3 ANYWAYS *Tis about the same kind of MC from the first one* PRETTY plz make a HC of when MC has her first intimate/sexy moment with her MM boys (+Saeran), while she's being insecure about her looks, being chubby and all. **MC: "WAT IF THEY SEE ME NAKED AND GETS DIGUSTED OMFG"

//Awh! Hun, thank you so much! I love your request.


When the two of you began to get in a rather hot situation. He rid himself of his clothes almost immediately. 

So, when you hesitated to strip, he looked at you for a moment. Not really connecting the dots right away.

“Why aren’t you stripping?” 

You would squirm around uncomfortably, biting your lip nervously. 

“What…what if you don’t like what you see?”

His eyebrows furrowed. That didn’t make any sense. Of course, he was going to like what he saw.

Eventually, when he finally got that damn outfit off of you, he made sure you knew just how much he liked what he saw.


He was about to hop into the shower to get ready for his day when he decided that he was going to have a little more fun today~

He called you into the bathroom and asked if you wanted to shower with him.

When you declined he was confused. Had he said something wrong?

“What? Afraid of a little water?” He would tease.

You shook your head.

“That’s not it…”

He saw your eyes lower down towards your stomach, and he figured it out.

“You’re not afraid to strip are you?”

“I-It’s just…I’m not very pretty.” 

Zen literally looked so shocked, his mouth hanging open a bit.

“You know, I already like what I see~”

Later that day, you had to wear a scarf on a rather hot day to cover all of the marks that he left.


“MC! I’m doing all the laundry! Give me what you’re wearing~”

His voice sounded so cheerful, you could hear him working around in the washing room.

“I-I’ll be too cold if I do…” You insist.

He looked at you like you were crazy.

“It’s summer! You won’t be cold!” He laughs.

You fidgetted a bit, “I..uh..”

“C’mon, you!” He cheers, and quickly strips you of your shirt.

You quickly try to cover yourself, eyes becoming slightly damp from tears.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I’m too heavy. I’m not pretty…”

He laughed, hugging you.

“You’re so cute! Are you kidding me?!”

The laundry didn’t end up being done…


You were watching one of Zen’s musicals with your girlfriend when you started laughing and spilled some soda on your shirt.

“Oh, I should go change…”

“Why don’t you just take it off?” Jaehee insists, smiling.

You blushed, of course, you were flattered.

But also very unsure.

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea. I should change.”

“Is something the matter?”

“No, it’s just…uh…”


“You might not like how I look?”

She stared at you for a moment, almost in disbelief. 

“We won’t know unless we try will we?” She notes, smiling.

So you showed her.

The movie ended up paused. But the house was still loud with sounds~


Listen. He’s not the skinniest guy either.

Zen and Jumin and even Yoosung were in pretty good shape.

He usually just sat at home eating junk food.

So one day he noticed that you were staring at yourself naked in the mirror of the bedroom. You looked like you were crying a bit.


You gasped, quickly turning to face him. Your face was red and your arms tried to cover your body. 

“Don’t look!” You pleaded.

But he didn’t stop.

He took off his own shirt, revealing his chubby little tummy.

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, he looked so cute.

The bedroom door closed.

You had a good time that night~


He didn’t really care how you looked. You had treated him with a kindness that was foreign to him and that’s what really mattered.

He loved your soul, he didn’t ever think about your body being a problem.

When things had gotten hot in the bedroom, he began to tug your pants down, much to your protest. 

You tried to get him away subtly, but it didn’t work. He was persistent. 

“Hn. Are you teasing me? I want you…~”

You blushed deeply, squirming a bit. He was really turning you on.

“Don’t be grossed out when you see…please.” 

He definitely wasn’t grossed out. He made sure to ravish every curve and fold of your body.

anonymous asked:

1, 13, 49 and 50? :D

ahh yes my first one im crying so im doing 49

He constantly came into the coffee shop around noon almost every day of the week. He would be carrying a folder full of what looked to be like files of some importance by the way he clung to them. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see much from behind the counter. He would order the house blend, no cream and no sugar, and you wrote “Sam” on his cup every time you would see him come through the door. 

The clock neared 11:50 A.M. as you pulled your cap on to start your noon shift. Making espressos and latte’s, everything was going by in a blur except when you heard the door jingle. You looked up, hoping to see Sam. He wasn’t there.

Sam always made sure to put his change in the tip jar and flash you a smile even if you weren’t the one who made his coffee. It seemed stupid, those tales of developing crushes on someone who was only remotely nice to you, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter when you saw him move across the floor into his seat in the corner, where he would study his papers with utmost concetration. You could tell when he was deep in thought, or when he was distracted by something else in the room. 

Your wandering thoughts were once more pulled back into focus when the door jingled again. Not Sam. The time had passed to almost 12:30 and there was still no sign of him. He must be busy doing something. You continued on, putting on your headset to take over the drive thru shift. 

“What can I get for you today?” You asked, purposely making your voice peppy and cheerful.

“Hey, uh, can I get house blend no cream no sugar?” the voice said. You knew it immedately, your heart skipping a beat as you punched in his order before he even finished.

“Alright, Sam, will there be anything else?” You said, before realizing you called his name. You shut up quickly, scared to hear his response on the other end. What if it wasn’t Sam? 

“Well, this is awkward…” He said, and you could practically see the look on his face. 

“Total is $2.87 at the window please.” You said, your face burning as you watched his car pull up to the window.

“I’m sorry…” You started as you opened the window, and your sentence drew off to silence. 

He was smiling at you. The same exact smile he gives you every day. 

“Hey, wasn’t expecting to see you in the drive thru.” He said, handing you his money as you took it.

“I wasn’t expecting for you to come through the drive thru.” You replied, handing him his reciept. 

“Touche…” Sam said, nodding at your commenet. He looked at his steering wheel. 

You were handing his coffee to him as he turned to you.

“So, what would be your opinion on seeing each other outside of a coffee shop for once?” he said, putting his drink in his cupholder, yet not taking his eyes off of you.

“That-that sounds nice.” You said. Did Sam just ask you out? Sam just asked you out!

“See you at noon tomorrow, dollface.” Sam said, winking at you before you closed the window and Sam rolled off. 

You couldn’t focus the rest of the day.

Request: “Joker is looking for a new hench woman since Harley ran off with Deadshot. At first she didn’t mean anything but she slowly falls in love. 😂”

A/N: Photo belongs to @psychotic-clowns

The heavy laughter filled the room, coming from one of the Joker’s henchmen. His usual slouched body leaned upright, in his unstable chair, all his attention caught into the daily newspaper. You let out a long yawn, pouring cream and sugar into your coffee before glaring at the noisy man.

“It’s 9:30 in the evening.” You spat at him. “The boss has got us up early and you’re this loud?”

“You’ll be laughing, too.” He chuckled, holding up the papers headline. “Take a look..”

[Deadshot and the Harlequin Lovers Heist!]

“Lovers?” You scowled. “How? Why? And since when?”

“Who cares? Boss is going to have a riot when sees this.” He laughed more at the idea.

“Or he’ll throw a tantrum. Remember what happened when Jeremy and few decided to go join up with The Penguin?”

“Yeah, but those were a little nobodies. This is his girl. His other crazy half.”

“‘Other crazy half’.” You signed up quotation marks. “Oh, please. Mr. J is way…”

You felt cold air breeze on your neck, you turned to see the green haired gangster closing the door behind him. “Hm?” He questioned, the usual darkness in his eyes. “'Mr. J is way’ what?”

“Is… Is waaaaay better as building clubs than snob nose Penguin?”

“Good.” He nodded, letting out a short chuckled. He patted your head, giving him a tense smile. “Saves you from receiving a extremely hurtful and snide remark.”

Another breeze came into the room, Jonny tugging his coat, for warmth rushing to close the door.

“Well!” The pale boss set a hand on the amused henchman’s shoulder, who had set his daily news down to hide the headline. “Jimmy,”

“Terry.” The henchman corrected with a mumbled.

“I need you to hit the local ammunitions. The manager owes me a few favors. And I need Harley to… Harley!” He called out, expecting the harlequin to bounce out. “Harley! Where is that girl?!” He expected an answer.

“Not eating a fist full of hands, I’ll tell you that.” “Jimmy” mumbled the answer, earning ashamed head shakes from both you and Jonny.

“What?!” The boss questioned, furiously.

“She left, remember?” You reminded him.

“And? She’s always come back before!” He spat

“Guess you didn’t read the papers.” “Jimmy” spoke up again.

“Papers?! What are you babbling about?!” The boss snatched the papers from the henchman, his eyes going wide then glaring at the headline. His screaming practically shook the whole apartment.

For nearly two days, the green haired boss went on and on about how the assassin didn’t “know how to have fun?” Or the whole situation was “some elaborate ruse”. A couple henchman ending up with a broken collar bone and a couple broken ribs, another with a busted zygomatic and a twisted up arm. And one being lucky enough to be shot dead. Working with the Joker, both you and Jonny expected this easily from your boss, speaking and acting against him would cause complications.

“Who needs the old Harley, when I can get a new and improved (and less noisy) Harley.” He leaned back in his chair, his lips curved into his usual cheerful smile.

“Uh, boss.” You examined yourself in the mirror. The pale make-up, the black and red outfit. “You sure about this? I was good enough at your side without – ” You ducked at an incoming Steuben, the glass shattering and the alcohol painting the wall. “I mean…” You walked closer to your green haired boss, smile wide. “I fit just like Harley. Probably even better.”

It’s like your world was became more chaotic since you put on the Harlequin get up. Going up against Batman a few times, being surprisingly saved at the last minute; Getting into fist fights with Two-Face goons, nearly getting beat with a crowbar; hell, even being able to punch Cobblepot in his crooked nose.

It was fun. Crazy and it felt worth it.

Countless of times, you found yourself resting on the couch with the boss. Each time you pushed yourself closer to be close to him. You touched his hand, he was so cold. Why didn’t you get the confidence to kiss him? Why did you get the feeling of falling for him?

Days of planning, you watched cheerfully from a far. The boss presenting schematics of each floor of Arkham, the basement which kept the inmates items. You jumped onto the green-haired man once the meeting ended, you hugging the man tightly.

“Anything for me to do?” Puddin’. Your eyes shifted, you shuddered to the thought.

“Right, Harley.” He pushed you off, grabbing Harley’s old mallet and placing it in your hands. “You’re going to place Harley’s old toy in Arkham’s storage.”

“Why?” You questioned, struggling to hold the heavy mallet. How was Harley ever able to fight with this thing? She’s so tiny. Your eyes met dark one’s. “I mean: sure can do Mr. J!” You squeaked, letting out a nervous chuckle and giving a salute.

“Feel free to play with it yourself when we hit the asylum.” The boss only smiled back and patting your head before heading out to the prepped brightly colored trucks.

The Joker’s trucks busted through the asylum gates, his goons shooting down guards from the ground and the watchtowers. Gunshots were flying all around you, blood from the guards flooding the floor. The asylum went into immediate lock down, you went right to the defenseless man behind the glass who could easily open the doors.

You waved and smiled at the man, readied the mallet before slamming it into the glass. Another few hits hit would easily open the room right up yet before you could get another swing, the terrified man opens the doors, through he’s killed any away. Joker opened each of the asylum’s cells, making sure that was enough distraction to get to the basement.

You ran down at the end of a corridor, groaning at the sight, even doing a spin out of frustration at the sight of the elevators being locked

“And what the hell is this?!” You turned to the voice and let out a laugh.

“Hey, Harl’.” You rested on the mallet. “Haven’t seen ya’ in a while.”

“You don’t want to wear that uniform!” She growled, balling her fist. “Copy-cat!”

“Never looked better!” You laughed charging at the woman, slamming the mallet into the ground which was easily dodged. She threw a hard punch at you, earning another swing at her, making her crash into the wall.

“Harley!” The earpiece yelled into your ear. “You get that mallet to storage?”

“On my way right now, Mr. J.” You squeaked, rushing to the corridor’s staircase. You heard footsteps running behind you, you rolled your eyes at the woman.

“Take it off!” She demanded, stumbling down the steps to get to you. You ignored her, finally in the basement and entering the storage. Harley kicked and tackled you from behind, struggling to kick and punch the woman off of you. “You don’t need to wear it!” She continued to punch until you gained the strength to kick her off.

You ran to the mallet, yet a side of it had slide off. A compartment, it was holding a bomb, you quickly slide the compartment close and threw the mallet at the unstable woman. “Keep it!” You started to make a break for the stairs. “For old time –!” You fell over, finding your ankles tied with bat bolas. You groaned but perked up seeing him distracted with Harley.

You untangled yourself and got back to the main floor, catching The Joker shoot a man in the back. Excitement rushed throughout you and you immediately ran to the clown. You brought him close and kissed him deeply, laughing happily.

“The mallet downstairs?” He pulled away.

“Yessir!” You cheered. “You could’ve told me there was a bomb. And the Bat..”

He looked past then went back to you.

Speak of the devil.

“My better Harley…” He soothed, rubbing your cheek. Only thing you remembered was his smile and the sharp pain throughout his body.

You woke up looking at a white, dim ceiling. In a white bed, surrounded by a matching floor, and walls. Yet one wall was glass with it’s steel gray door. You winced seeing the bandages covering you, cast on your arm. In the end, Batman won, disarming the bomb, Joker got away, and you were in Arkham.

You needed to scream, but looking at the small table beside you, a flower in its vase. A note attached.

‘Get well soon.

- J’

“My puddin’.” You laid back and continued to rest.