wait does he still use the j in his name i forgot

Prude (M)

Summary: You’ve caught Jungkook for doing something inappropriate on school grounds and you’re the one getting punished.

Genre: Smut AF

Word count: 3602

Warning(s): TeacherXstudent relationships, oral, fingering, cum facial, language

Pt. 2

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A Series of Unfathomable Feelings (10/10)

AU Rommate!Steve x Reader

Summary: After Bucky decides to move in with his long-time girlfriend, Steve has to look for another roommate. But destiny, or rather Bucky, will set him with someone less boring than Steve intended.

Word Count: 1,493

Warnings: Language, Implied Smut, Fluffiest Fluff

A/N: Gezelligheid (Dutch) is the warmth of being with loved ones.

(cross-posted to Ao3)

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Originally posted by coloursong

“Okay girls, we only have ten more minutes before she comes home with Steve. Come on, move!” Natasha shouted at the group of girls who ran around the room like headless chickens.

“I don’t think we will make it.” Wanda chewed on her nail. “We need more time!” She panicked before Natasha caught her shoulders.

“Calm down! It will be the best party in history.” Natasha said, looking straight into Wanda’s eyes as if she was trying to hypnotize her.

“But Y/n…”

“She will be here soon, don’t worry.”

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The Joker x Reader  “Missing in action”

You had to go away for two weeks and everything went downhill. It is all his fault, of course, but when does J ever admit to anything?!

Could be related to this: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155242410171/the-joker-x-reader-love-at-first-sight

Your plane landed in Gotham two hours sooner than expected. You don’t want to wait for Frost to pick you up so you are taking a cab. You’ve been away for two weeks and you just can’t wait to get back to the penthouse.


To be honest, you were surprised that morning when you went to the hideout and saw your name on the schedule: “Y/N- New York Mission- 2 weeks.” When you see your name up on the schedule, it means that you leave immediately, turn off your cellphone and no contact with anybody until you’re back. Just in case things go south. 


Not too long and you are going to see him soon. And Jonny too. You finally turn on your cell phone and after a few seconds, it vibrates and goes crazy: 589 texts from J and 200 missed calls. What the hell?! You are very confused and start reading through the messages:

“Where are you, doll?”

“You know I hate it when you don’t answer!!! Text me back NOW!!!”

“Seriously? Are you playing games with me??!!”

“I’m going to throw away all your stuff, I’ll set your bedroom on fire!!!”

“You’re dead to me!!! If I find you I will kill you!!!!”

Jesus, what is going on?

“Kitten, come on, answer…Daddy misses you…”

“I’m not setting your bedroom on fire, ok? Text me back!!!!!!!”

“Crap, Frost told me you went to New York, why was that on the schedule???!!!”

“Oh my God, I’m so bored without you. I didn’t even kill anybody; it’s no fun if you’re not here.”

“Disregard the last text, I’m not that desperate. I don’t care about you.”

“Dammit, I’m horny, when are you coming back?…”

“Frosty tells me you’ll be gone for 2 weeks, WTF?! “

And it went on and on forever, you just have to erase everything, it is just too much to read and keep up with. At this point you have no clue what the heck just happened but you guess you will find out soon.


“Hi boys!” you salute everybody downstairs as you make your way to the elevator.

“Hi, Y/N, you’re back!”

“Thank God!”

“Finally. Hello Y/N!”

“Wasn’t Frost supposed to pick you up? He always does when you come back,” Panda talks as he walks besides you.

“Hey Richard. My plane landed ahead of the schedule, go figure, so I decided to just take a taxi.”

“We are soooo happy you’re back, Mister J went crazy when he found out you were send away for so long. Apparently he forgot to erase the entry from the schedule… He wanted us to come get you but then he changed his mind because he wanted the deal closed anyway.”

“Ummm, why are there bullet holes in the walls?!” you interrupt him, mortified. You really love the place and you don’t like it vandalized.

“Well, Mister J came downstairs and was mad as hell, started shooting at everything and yelled at us to go get his doll back. Frosty calmed him down and the only casualty was Mark with two bullets in his leg. Still recovering.”

“That’s why I didn’t see the Shark,” you answer, feeling kind of sorry for him. “I want everything fixed, nice and as good as new, alright?”

“OK, Y/N.”

You get in the elevator and he stays behind with your suitcase.

“Don’t ever leave for so long, Y/N.”

“Can’t promise anything, Rich,” you wink at him as the doors close.


“Jonny!!!!!” you wildly smile as you go and hug him. “I missed you!”

“Y/N, why didn’t you wait for me?” Frost squeezes you in his arms, happy to see you. Not that he would do that around the other henchmen, it would take away from his…reputation. You two are each other’s only family, cousins from your mother’s side. He is three years older than you and actually consider yourselves more like siblings than cousins.

“Awww, the penthouse looks the same, I missed it,” you sigh as he releases you. “Where’s J?”

Frost doesn’t have time to answer because you notice the Joker backing out of the master bedroom with only a towel around his waist.

“Frosty, go pick her up already!”

He turns and sees you. A huge grin starts to creep up on his face.

“Hiiiiiiii Puddiiiinnn,” you playfully dread the words, excited to see him in such a nice…attire.

“Kitten, you’re here!” his arms spread and he signals you to go to him. “Hop on!”

You run and jump in J’s arms. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, kissing him all over his face while he purrs. Frost starts to feel uncomfortable.

“Muahhh, I missed you so much,” you giggle, planting another kiss on his pale cheek.

He just takes your left hand, kisses your wrist and then your fingers before placing it around his neck again.

“Baby doll, don’t ever leave again,” he whispers in your ear, then loud:

“Who the hell was the idiot that sent you away for two weeks?!” he suddenly frowns, lifting you higher as you tighten your grip around him even more.

The glare you and Frost give makes him clench his jaw.

“Wait…was it me?”

Is this a trick question? Because none of you want to answer.

“I saw myself on the schedule and I left,” you blur out since he’s waiting for an answer.

“Well, dammit Frosty,” he yells, “how the hell am I supposed to keep an eye on everything?! You are the one that should have noticed the error!”

Of course is always somebody else’s fault. You want to start defending Jonny when he figures it’s just best to open his mouth and say it, even if he didn’t do anything wrong.

“I’m sorry, boss, it won’t happen again.”

“You’d better make sure,” he growls, turning his attention towards you again.

“Pumpkin, why didn’t you answer my texts and my calls?” The Joker pinches your butt and you squirm a bit, laughing, but he won’t put you down.

“Well, J, cells phones off, no contact. Right?” you reply with a grimace when you feel another pinch.

“Dammit, those rules don’t apply to you, Princess,” he shakes his head in disapproval, annoyed.

“Well, baby, how am I supposed to know?!”

You lift your shoulders, exasperated. He’s so difficult sometimes.

He shouts again:

“Frosty, what the hell?! My girl doesn’t need to follow those rules.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” your cousin needlessly takes the blame again. What else can he do at this point?

“Frosty, stop aggravating me,” Mister J threatens and you feel very sorry for Jonny. The things he has to endure from his boss sometimes…and the things you have to put up with too.

You decide to distract him by brushing your lips against his so you can get his attention. It sure worked almost instantly. Victory! A small one, but still…

“Frost,” you address him, “did J behaved while I was gone? Any girls I should be aware of?”

“No, Y/N, none.”

“See? I behaved,” he hisses at you, pleased with his achievement.

 “So you missed me a lot?” you caress his green hair, playing with it.

“A little bit,” he admits, biting your neck, lifting you higher again. From all the movement his towel comes undone and ends up on the floor.

Frost averts his eyes, horrified to see his boss completely naked. This image is going to be imprinted in his brain for a while and not even therapy will get it out anytime soon. You didn’t even feel anything because you have your jeans on; J knows and he just doesn’t give a shit.

“Frosty, leave now, we’re going to be busy for a while, don’t let anyone disturb us, got it?” the Joker commands, heading back to the master bedroom with you still hanging around his waist. You wave at Jonny as J slams the door behind him, cutting you off.

He places you on the desk and backs out a bit and then you notice him naked.

“Oh, wow, baby, this is quite the welcome, I missed those… tattoos,” you gasp, pulling him back against you in a rough kiss.

“Kitten,” he snickers, taking off your t-shirt, ”do you know I’ve been waiting for this since you went missing?”

“I can imagine with you being so possessive and…hot blooded,” you tease, digging your nails in his back. “I have a surprise for you,” you bite your lips before he can protest at what just came out of your mouth. Thank God that with his attention span he is pretty easy to trick. Not all the times, but most of the times. You take his hand and together pull down on your jeans until your left hip is exposed and he finally sees it.

“Princess, I love it!” he gasps, looking at your new tattoo: a smiley mouth biting on a heart that has “Joker” written on top and bottom, colored in neon green, purple and black.

“It still hurts a bit, but…”

You don’t finish the sentence and he is already kissing it.

“Does this hurt?”

You close your eyes, smiling, enjoying the soft touch. He kisses the skin again.

“What about now?”

“No, it doesn’t,” you moan, feeling his tongue all over the design.

You tilt your head backwards, lightly panting and wanting more when you remember:

“Wanna see something cool?” you seductively ask, liking your lips.

“I already am,” he gulps with a wild spark in his eyes, taking your jeans off.  Now you are only in your bra and panties. You chuckle and reach for the desk lamp, turning it off.

The Joker inhales deeply, amazed to see your tattoo glowing in the dark.

“It looks even better, Princess! Daddy loves it. Now let me show you how much.”

He takes you in his arms and carries you to the bed, laughing in your ear:

“We’ll never need the light on again.”

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Hello, baby. Part 13

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

I kiss him and thenI let out a sigh, “Well, my mom was beautiful from what I remember. She had long brown hair and bright green eyes. I remember her voice being so soft and gentle. As for my dad, well he wasn’t much of anything.” I look at him and he still has his eyes on me.
“He was a drunk and in some deep trouble with drugs. He would make me go on runs with him because he figured people wouldn’t shoot at a little girl. When I was 11 I, I actually killed someone to protect him, I still don’t know why. He was never happy, no matter what. He was really violent. I remember my mom never tried to stick up for herself, she would just take it so I wouldn’t have to, but she killed herself when I was 8. I started to become her, i took her place.” He squeezes my hand letting me know he’s still there.
“I realized why my mom always had a full face of makeup around me, it was to cover the bruises. I had to start doing the same. I was heading down the same path as my mom. So, I moved out when I was 17. I didn’t want to end up like her, or like him. He died a couple years ago and it felt like I could breath again.” I let out a deep breath.
I haven’t had to recall those memories for a long time. They still feel like fresh wounds. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
I give him a forced smile.
A few silent moments fall between us.
He lets out a sigh to break it, “I don’t remember much of mine. I don’t remember a mom or dad, or where I grew up. The last date I remember is, well I don’t really remember it, I just sort of have pictures that flash through my head. It was when I was a teenager I think, I was standing there, smiling. That’s it. Nothing else was happening in the picture.” He has his head resting back on the couch.
“I started getting into the crime world and I was good at it, so good at it darling. Still am.” He smiles at me.
“Things went wrong when the Bat showed up. The first time we met he thought he killed me, but he just turned me into a better version of myself. See, my skin wasn’t always this white and my hair wasn’t always green.” He laughs and I give him a smile.
“Falling into a chemical bath, well that might change your looks a little bit.” I look at his skin and his face and can’t imagine him looking and different.
“I came back and I was better than ever baby. I showed up and created the mayhem I desired. You know how strong my desires can be darling.” He runs his finger down my bottom lip.
“I did get caught once more, an asylum this time. A chemical bath and electric shock therapy, that does things to ya baby, and that’s how I became what I am today doll.”
He’s looking straight in my eyes. “Does that scare you?”
“Not in a million years.” I pull him down to kiss me.

I can feel him smile as we kiss and is cause me to laugh a little bit. 

 “What time is it?” I mumble as our lips are still attached. 

He pulls away and his bright eyes are staring deep into mine “It’s morning.” He kisses me again.
I look up at a window and see the sunrise, “Well Mr. J.” I stand up and stretch, “That was a lovely first date, but I must get home.”
I laugh and take one step, he pulls me by the waist and I land on his lap, I start laughing. 

“I’m pretty sure you needed to be punished for God knows what you did earlier,” he bites the back of my neck. 

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I get up and his hands fall to his side, I face towards him and straddle him on the couch, he growls. “Now, Mr. J, you can’t punish me for something you don’t know if I did or not.” I kiss him slowly, “but I’ll let you get away with it, just this one time.” I lean close to his ear and give it a soft bite, he grips my ass and groans. 
He picks me up and tosses me on the couch, he rips off my clothes “I think I have waited long enough for dessert.”

“J! People are going to be waking up and coming in here! Can we at least go to…”

His mouth covers mine, “Darling, if you keep talking I really will punish you.” He finishes undressing me.

I start laughing because i’m nervous that someone will see us, but I know he doesn’t care. ‘I’m sure they will hear and just not come out here, right?’

He flips me over and has me bent over the back of the couch and my knees are on the cushions, I am still laughing because I can’t believe this is happening. 
J spanks me, hard. I let out a small scream.
“What the hell J! That was really hard!” I laugh towards the end of my sentence. 

“You must of forgot doll.” He grabs my hair and pulls it, by back arches and my ass sticks out toward him more, “I get to punish you, remember? You were the one that asked for this baby.” He pulls harder and a moan escapes my mouth. 
“Thats right.” His voice is low I can barley hear him.

I feel his dick between my legs, as if I wasn’t already wet. He pushes himself against me and I wiggle myself back, he slaps my ass again, harder.
“Fuck!” I say under my breath and bring myself back to the position he wants me in. 
“You do as I say. Ok baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” I reply and don’t say another word.

“Now, play with yourself.” He commands

I do as i’m told, he is still pulling my hair and it gets me even more turned on. I moan his name as rub my clit. I hear him growl from behind me.

He releases my hair and my head falls forward, he positions himself and slowly slides himself in me, I can hear him groan and it forces me to let out a moan myself. He picks up his pace and one hand is pulling my hair back while the other is holding my hips in place as his thrusts get harder. 
My moans and screams and loud and I cant stop them, I can feel the orgasm approach.
He pulls out.
I let out a loud scream and wait a second. 
“The fuck J!” He still has my hair in his hand so I cant turn to look at him.

“This is your fault darling.” He rams himself back in me and I scream his name.

Im getting close again and my knuckles are white from gripping the couch, he spanks me again and it only brings me closer this time.
He pulls out again.
“FUCK YOU!” I scream out, my breathing rigid.

“Oh my, the princess has a filthy mouth when she doesn’t get what she wants.”
He goes back to fucking me again, he goes slow. The sensation causes my legs to shake. He lets go of my hair and has both hands on my hips, holding them up. He keeps the pace steady.

“Darling you are fucking fantastic, do you know that?” his voice is low, almost a whisper. 
His words send a chill down my spine.
His pace picks up and my back arches again, I cant take this much longer.
I am biting my lip scared to make a noise, the fear that he might not let me cum again.

He is grunting and moaning himself, i know he’s close. I meet his rhythm.
I scream out “Daddy!” and we only last seconds after. 

I fall onto the couch, my body feels extremely weak. He leans over and kisses me.

“Don’t fuck with me again, princess. It will only get worse and trust me, I don’t mind.” He smiles at me. I can’t even answer, i just nod my head and close my eyes.

He puts his pants back on and wraps a blanket around me, “You might want to get upstairs darling.” 
I forgot other people were here, but my legs are weak.

“J, I honestly can not move.” I laugh and he joins.
He picks me up and carries me up the stairs, he places me in my side of the bed and covers me with the silk sheets. 
I fall asleep quick.

I wake up, my body still wants sleep but my stomach is screaming for food. The sun is shining bright through the windows.
I throw on a shirt and some shorts and head downstairs. 
I open the bedroom door and I can hear J yelling in his office, I decide to avoid whatever situation is going on in there. 
Jackie has the house smelling delicious.
French toast today, I make myself a plate and sit at the table alone. 
J’s screams are muffled from the door but I don’t hear anyone else. Then again, who would actually raise their voice at him other than me. I smile at myself.
I eat the entire plate, I wash the dishes and then go sit on the couch and turn the T.V on.
Gunshots, like a machine gun. My first instinct is to run to J.
I run upstairs and I hunch down by the door, waiting to hear anything. I don’t know who is in there, my heart is pounding, I swear they could hear it on the other side of the door. 

The door slams open, I fall backwards on my back.

“What are you doing Kat?!” Its Lucas, he looks mad.

“I heard all, i heard the gunshots, I just wanted to make sure everyone was ok?” My voice is shaky. 

“Do you know how mad he will be if he sees you this close to all this? Go! Now! Run to the bedroom!” Hes whispering but I feel the urgency in his voice.

I stumble getting up but I run to the bedroom and close the door lightly. I stand there catching my breath. I get myself together and open the door.

“Good morning! Whats with all the noise?” I smile as I walk out of our room.

J just walked out of his office, “Just some business that needed to be taken care of darling. Nothing to worry about.” He gives me a smile and I cant help but smile back. “I have a surprise for you tonight, we will be leaving shortly doll. Nothing too fancy.” He winks at me. 

“A surprise?” I squeal.

“Yes darling, go get ready while daddy cleans this up.” He gives me that smile again, my knees feel weak. ‘Will I ever get used to that? To him?’

I go back to the bedroom, I throw off my clothes and raid through the closet. I pick out a black t-shirt and some jean shorts that I know will drive J mad. I pull out some purple ankle books that have a good size heel to them. They make my legs look long and that confident feeling comes flooding over me. 

J walks into the bedroom, he looks irritated, i ignore it.
He goes to the closet and changes into a white shirt and more low jeans.
‘Do you even know what those low jeans do to me J?’ I smile at him and at my thoughts.

“You ready doll? We have a detour to make.” He is at the bedroom door, holding it open. 

I walk over to him, “You look nice too baby.” and walk right by him, down the stairs and straight out the front door. 

He meets me outside, and wraps his hands around my waist, “You have my full attention darling.” He kisses behind my ear.
He’s forgiven.

He opens the car door for me and we get in the back, Jay and Lucas are with us as well as a car full of guards behind us.

“Whats the detour?” I ask looking at the car behind us.

“Work baby, don’t worry about it. I’ll be in and out.” he winks at me and i give him a small laugh.

The drive took about 20 minutes. We come to a stop and its in front of  a building that is well lit. There are huge windows all around it. it looks like it used to be an storage unit of some kind. Im sure its still a storage but for very different things now.

J open the car door and gets out and I scoot towards the door, “Oh no, no, no. You are going to stay here doll. I am going to have 2 guards on either side of you, ok?”

“I, I have to wait here? While you go in there?” I give him the puppy dog eyes, they don’t work.

“It’s not going to work. I’ll be back quick. Ok? Vic and Sam will be outside the car till I get back.”

“Come back to me J.” I pull at him to kiss me, he does.

“Every time doll.” He smiles and walks away.

Sam and Vic are very huge men, I feel pretty safe. 
Vic is on the left side of the car, his body tilted toward the building with a gun drawn. Sam is on the right side, he is facing the street and he has his gun drawn with a light on it. 
We sit, and we wait.

It doesn’t take long before my ears are ringing from the sound of a gunshot.
I can’t move.

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Another shot, blood is all over the left side of the car, Vic slides down the car.
I can’t move, I can’t scream.
Sam opens the door and pulls me down so I am laying on the seat. He stands back up and starts firing at one of the windows, i hear a man fall and hit the cement below him.

“Miss, you need to stay awake. Do you know where you are?” His hand is on my face and he is making eye contact with me but I can’t say anything.
He reaches for his phone and hits one button, “She’s hit. Vics down.” 

Seconds pass and J is next to me, he puts my head on his lap, “Hospital fucking now!” He yells at Jay and Lucas.
“Fuck!” he keeps screaming over and over. His voice sounds painful.

I reach my hand down under my shirt to my lower stomach and lift it up to my face, its covered in blood.
I still can’t feel anything. I grab onto Js arm as tight as I can, I can’t concentrate on what has happened. My mind hasn’t wrapped myself around it.

He lets out a painful grunt when he sees my hand covered in blood, “Im fucking sorry Kat. I fucked up. Im, I can’t.” 

I cant even enjoy the fact that he said sorry just now. 
J pushes the car door open before we even come to a complete stop at the hospital. He tries to be as gentle but as quick as he can getting me out of the car.
He carries me inside and there are 4 of his men behind him.

“I need the fucking doctor!” He screams when we walk in. 
Everyone stands in fear of The Joker.
Lucas let off 3 shots, “The doctor. Now!” 

Nurses scramble, and a doctor comes forward. He is sweaty and you can smell the nervous feeling on him.
“Ye-Yes Joker?” He stands a few feet away.

“Fix her, save her.” J walks up to the doctor. “She’s shot, lower abdomen. If she dies, so do you.”

Fo-follow me.” He walks J and his men back to an emergency room. “Set her down here.” 

J lays me down, my eyes are heavy, its hard to breath, and i am freezing.
“Im right here baby girl, everything is going to be fine.” 

I try to smile at him. I don’t even know if my face actually moved.

The doctor cuts off my shirt, “I-I uh need to get to that side of her Sir.”
J was knelt down my the wound, he snarls at the doctor but moves to the other side, he grabs my hand, I have no energy to grab his back.

“I need 2 nurses, their names are Hannah and Gloria, I need extra hands.” The doctor looks at J.

“Go get them Lucas.” J doesn’t stop looking at my face. 

Lucas comes back and both girls are crying, they look at the doctor for instruction.
“Shes lost a lot of blood, I need a transfusion now!” They don’t move out of fear, “He will kill us if we don’t save her, move!” the doctor yells at the 2 girls.
“They need that arm Sir. I have an IV in this one,” The doctor doesn’t look at J, he is busy addressing the gunshot wound.

J stutters to move but he does. The girls rush in and get to work.

Tears roll down the side of my face into my hair line, I can’t feel anything put a lot of pressure. I’m just scared. Really scared. 

One of the girls brushes my hair back, “Its ok, everything will be ok. You won’t feel anything other than the pressure you are feeling already, ok? We gave you pain medication through the IV.” she points to my other arm but I cant turn my head.
“I promise you, you will be ok.” Her smile is soft and warm, i believe her.

J has his eyes locked on me. I can feel the pain radiating off him. 
The medication has swept through my body. 
I close my eyes.

“Don’t, don’t sleep, Kat wak..” He is yelling.

“She is fine Sir. Its just the pain medication, she needs to sleep.” She puts her hand up to J and I know he wanted to kill her right then and there.
She turns round and goes back to helping the doctor.

“It went straight through, that’s a good thing. Its cleaned and everything is fine internally. Stitch her up.” The doctor tells the girls. 

He takes his gloves off and turns to J. “She is going to need a lot of rest, she is going to have a hard time getting up and she will need a lot of help for a while. In about 2 days she will need to start walking so her muscles don’t get tight around the wound. It needs to be cleaned morning and night everyday till we get the stitches out. It is going to hurt, she is going to be in pain. She will live though. You can cut the stitches out in 3 weeks or bring her back here.” The doctor walks past J and out the double doors.

One nurse smiles out of fear and leaves, while the other sits next to me. 

“She’s ok Sir. She’s tough.” She gets up and walk out after adjusting the IV one last time.

“I know.” He says under his breath.
He comes to my side and kisses my forehead.
He doesn’t say anything. He puts his head down on the table next to my arm and lets out a long sigh.
He looks over at the stitched up hole, “Kat, I’m not safe for you. I’m no good for you.” he grabs my hand again, i still can’t return the pressure. “Lets get her home.”

He has Lucas and Jay grab the IV’s has he carries me out.
Not a word is spoken on the ride home.

J takes me upstairs and changes my clothes, he throws everything I was wearing in the trash.
Lucas sets up the IV’s in the bedroom and J lays me down and covers me with the sheets.
Lucas closes the door behind him.

J gets in bed next to me, he pulls me close, “Im so sorry Kat.” 

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I wake up in the morning, I can barley breath from the pain. I try to sit up and fall back gasping for air. I look around for J, he’s not there.

anonymous asked:

Hello! How about headcannons for how the RFA would react to an MC who is tone deaf but loves to sing when alone? (Or at least when they think their alone) if you don't mind thank you


the MC is gender neutral in this, also i put them in school/work for some. i hope you don’t mind!


  • seven likes to joke that when this boy is deep into his LOLOL, nothing less than the sound of a full-on nuclear apocalypse can get his attention
  • unfortunately for him, your singing voice is even louder (and worse) than that
  • he’s in the middle of the hardest dungeon (the water one obvs), but he tugs off his headphones and just. listens. in awed silence.
  • you’re even worse than him after three beers with zen, and that’s saying something
  • so naturally, the only thing to do is drop everything he’s doing and join in
  • he finds you in the kitchen baking cookies, using the wooden spoon as a mic
  • you freeze when you see him, but before you can be embarrassed he joins in, loudly and horribly
  • he grabs your bright pink hairbrush and uses it as a mic too
  • “i can be your backup singer!”
  • the two of you end up dancing around your shitty student kitchen and just generally being terrible college kids together
  • he definitely tries to do a cool move and slips and falls because of his sock feet
  • you almost fall over laughing and he scrunches up his nose at you
  • “fight me”
  • that makes you laugh even MORE because it’s like a kitten trying to growl
  • eventually you tire each other out and just sit on the kitchen floor, digging your spoons into the cookie dough you never ended up baking
  • you’re both loving it tbh. yoosung looks like he’s died and gone to heaven
  • “this is better than sex"
  • “GOD YES"
  • it’s all fun and games until the landlord shows up with five noise complaints about the stupid college kids singing along to BTS at 3 am
  • u guys were totally listening to this and wearing shutter shades the whole time probably 


  • she was working the cash register of the cafe 
  • politely taking some posh-looking businessman’s order for a double half-sweet earl grey latte with soy milk or something
  • idk man my friend worked at a starbucks let me tell you those orders can get COMPLICATED
  • and then suddenly the most ungodly noise blasts out from the back room
  • and jaehee’s like is that you??? singing in english??? 
  • “please excuse me, sir”
  • the guy is left there wondering what the hell just happened
  • jaehee finds you in the back room washing dishes and belting out the main theme of the Titanic like the world is ending
  • you’ve also got your headphones in, so calling your name doesn’t work
  • she ends up having to walk over and tap you on the shoulder
  • you were completely dead to the world, so feeling jaehee tap you on the shoulder was a huge shock
  • you shriek loudly and whirl around to face her, probably definitely breaking some dishes in the process
  • meanwhile all the fancy business coffee people are waiting in line outside, wondering if somebody’s getting murdered in there or????
  • once you realize that everybody heard you singing My Heart Will Go On and that ridiculously loud scream, you just sort of blush and rub the back of your neck nervously
  • “uhm…sorry, Jaehee”
  • she just sighs and kisses your cheek before going back out there to explain to your customers what all that noise was
  • you may be a disaster, but you’re her disaster

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Tubalcain: The following is a fan based parody, puta. Hellsing Ultimate is owned by Kouta Hirano and Studio Madhouse and licensed by Geneon, Madman Entertainment, Manga Entertainment, and Funimation. Vá lamber o cu da sua mãe. It means go suck your mother’s cu-

[Scene changes to show Integra talking on the phone with Alucard]

Alucard: Say it!

Integra: Fuck you.

Alucard: After you say it!

Integra: You’re really going to force me on this?

Alucard: I’m at half mast! I need to hear this!

Integra: FINE! YOU WERE RIGHT!!!!!!!

[Alucard makes a groan of extreme pleasure]

Integra: JUMP UP YOUR OWN ASS AND DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [slams down the phone]

[Scene change to Alucard in the safehouse]

Alucard: Ahhhhh! Houston, we have no problems.

[Anderson kicks in the door. Pip and Seras gasp.]

Alucard: Okay, dude, I just- I just finished, I'mma need like five minutes over here to recharge.

[Anderson punches Alucard in the face]

Alucard: Never mind, we’re back in business!

[Alucard draws his guns and Anderson draws his bayonets. Seras swings the Harkonnen at Anderson.]

Seras: I’ve got him!

[Anderson throws a bayonet and pins an official notice to the wall right next to Seras’ head, causing her to become jittery and slump to the ground]

Seras: OH!

Alucard: Oh great, and now she’s triggered. Could be all day with it.

[Seras mumbles incomprehensibly]

Anderson: The good Lord has handed down a blessing to you filthy heathens as a sign of good will. A small private Vatican jet. [picks his broken glasses up off the floor] Now, if you would be so very Christian-like to ship your sorry pale ass out?! And take your trigger happy harlot with ya! [Seras is still traumatized on the ground] And the woman!

Pip: Don quoi?

Alucard: Man, I don’t know what I find funnier, the Catholic Church strong-arming you into helping us, or the fact that you obviously haven’t seen what I did to the statue of Big J!

[Scene change to show the private jet flying past the statue of Christ the Redeemer, which now has a banner tied across it which reads “420YOLOSWAG4JESUS”]


[Intro plays]

[Scene change to show the city of London, then a meeting between the Hellsing Organization and Iscariot in the Queen’s palace]

[Enrico and Father O'Mally'O'Connel'O'Carrol'O'Reilly'O'Brian'O'Sullivan (Who is also Italian) are examining photographs]

Father: The banner won’t-a come-a down. I think it’s a constrictor knot.

[We hear Alucard’s muffled voice outside the door to the room]

Alucard: What- What do you mean you forgot the song? Okay, screw, screw it, no screw it, screw it! Just- Just take my phone and hit random. No, just hit random. Okay, three, two…

[Door bursts open, and Alucard makes a dynamic entrance with the chorus to the song “Bitch” by Meredith Brooks. Everyone in the meeting looks shocked or appalled]

Alucard: Yeah, okay, turn it off, turn it off. It didn’t work. It did not work.

Integra: Following your example.

Alucard: Ooh, catty. [sees the Queen] Oh, shit, is that Betty?

[Two guards try to block him from reaching her]

Guard: Excuse me sir, you’re going to have to- [gets tossed aside by Alucard]

Alucard: Get out of my way!

Queen: Well, well, well. If it isn’t Allie.

[Alucard kneels in front of her. She grasps his face in her hands]

Queen: Your skin is still as smooth as the day I felt it on my own.

Alucard: You know it. Reminds me of when I’d keep your bed warm during the blitz.

Queen: Those were better days. I was younger, beautiful…

Alucard: Oh shut up you old hag, I’d still wreck you like Diana.

Queen: Hahahahaha! Oh you know exactly what to say to moisten me up.

Penwood: (Offscreen) Rah, I can never have sex again!

Integra: Alucard, if you please.

[Alucard stands up and faces the meeting]

Alucard: You’re right. Enough focusing on the past. Instead, let’s focus on the past! [We see flashbacks to his and Walter’s battles with the Nazis] Back in World War II, Walter and I were part of a top-secret government operation called “Operation: Kraut Control”. Walter was fifteen, and I’m pretty sure if I’m remembering correctly, that I was a girl.

Reggie: Wait a second, but that implies that the Queen-

Alucard: INTERRUPT MY STORY AGAIN, REGGIE! SEE WHAT HAPPENS! [More flashbacks] But yeah, we were under orders to stick it sideways to a group of Nazi scientist whackjobs interested in creating a vampire army. And did we!

Integra: Seems you missed a spot.

Alucard: Are you- are you gonna do this right now? In front of everybody?

Integra: The point is, enough members have survived and are planning on finishing their mission. They’ve established a base in Brazil and are using the name-

Schrodinger: Millennium.

[Integra and Enrico gasp. Heinkel and Pip pull their guns out.]

Schrodinger: Warten Sie! How you say, “do not shoot ze messenger.”

Alucard: Ah, the return of the why boner. With a vengeance.

Integra: How did he get in here?

Walter: We had over a dozen guards.

Alucard: Those were ours? I mean- Oh my God, how did he get through the guards?!

[Schrodinger sets up a portable TV]

Schrodinger: My commanding officer, ze Major, would like to personally introduce himself, along with our vonderful organization.

[Schrodinger presses a button on the remote, but the TV doesn’t come on.]

Schrodinger: What?! Uh- Ah-

The Major: Schrodinger?

Schrodinger: It’s not working Major!

The Major: Did you click “TV” zen “Power”?

Schrodinger: Oh wait, I’m on Video 2.

The Major: Nein, Video 1.

Schrodinger: Got it!

[TV finally comes on showing the Major]

The Major: Hello!

Alucard: Hahahahahaha, Ahahahahahaha! He’s still so fucking fat! He’s like a Nazi Louis C.K.! Wait wait no no, Jim Gaffigan! Jim Gaffigan!

The Major: Ah, if it isn’t ze memorable Alucard. His provider, Sir Integra, ze bean counters, und of course, very interesting to see by the way, the Vatican. How does it feel to vork with your sworn enemies, Father Maxwell?

Enrico: Not as painful as your obnoxious voice.

The Major: Ah, come on, we used to be friends with ze Vatican! Remember how you aided us in our escape from Germany?

[People at the meeting gasp, and Enrico looks mortified.]

The Major: Oh oh, I guess vhey weren’t supposed to know that.

Integra: So, that’s how you knew about them.

Enrico: (Sigh) Yes.

The Major: I’m sure you’re chomping at the bit to find out vhat ve have in store for you, nein?

Integra: Nazi army.

The Major: …wow, just, kill all the fun! Put the fun in camps, vhy don’t you?!

Alucard: Yeah, you Fun-Nazi.


The Major: Remind me if it seems a little too American for you, but at some time, some place, something vill attack you. Maybe. Probably. (singsong) Could be happening right noooooooooowwwwwwwwww!

Alucard: Fingers crossed!

The Major: But rest assured this is no simple incursion…

[Focus shifts to Schrodinger and Seras as the Major keeps talking in the background. Schrodinger takes note of Seras.]

Schrodinger: Fraulein! Fraulein! Fraulein! HEY FRAULEIN!

Seras: Oi.

Schrodinger: Ve would make beautiful children. [Seras is shocked/creeped out]

[Alucard blows Schrodinger’s head off]

Alucard: Was that boy/girl bugging you?

The Major: Und like that, the war begins!

Alucard: Whoops! Did I just accidentally a war?!

Integra: Police Girl!

[Seras blows up the TV showing the Major]

Seras: (Thinking to herself) Huh. They would’ve looked rather nice actually.

Integra: Alright now, Alucard, clean that u- (sees that Schrodinger’s body and all the blood has completely vanished) uh- oh.

Alucard: Oh wow! Looks like he was self-cleaning. And/or magical.

Queen: Integra? Alucard?

Alucard: Yes, sugarlips?

Queen: When you find him, and when you kill him, I want you to record it, so I can fall asleep to it every night.


Enrico: (Offended) HEY!

Alucard: Oh shut up.

[Scene change to The Major, The Doctor, and The Captain walking down a hallway aboard the Zeppelin]

The Doctor: Well, Major, I think that went vell.

The Major: You think it went vell?! Herr Doctor, I was there, und much like our former boss- [we briefly see a clip of the old SS colonel being torn apart by the Major’s vampire soldiers] -I killed it.

[They arrive at the bridge, where Schrodinger is sitting in the Major’s command chair.]

Schrodinger: Let us hope ze Major does not end up ze same! We do not have the freezer space to store all ze incidental leftovers!

The Major: Ah, Doctor, usually it is a faux pas to give a pet as ze gift, but I love him!

The Doctor: Major, I am so sorry for his disrespectful disposition!

The Major: Ah, don’t vorry. I much enjoy some playful cattiness in my staff. Nonetheless, it is time for phase two of our operation. Our fraulein’s excursion to ze English Channel.

[Scene change to show a Nazi helicopter moving to land on the deck of an English aircraft carrier. We see the ship’s control room.]

Radar Operator: Sir, there’s an inbound helicopter trying to land.

Ship’s Captain: That seems odd. Commander Violet, do you know-

[Commander Violet is shown to be a vampire]

Ship’s Captain: OH GOD, THAT’S WHY YOU’RE PURPLE!!!!

[Crew gets killed.]

[The helicopter lands, and Rip Van Winkle steps out.]

Rip: This is my favorite kind of ship: Running with blood und semen.

Violet: What?!

Rip: It’s the Game!

Violet: What game?!

Rip: You lose! LOL, I’m so random!

Violet: Uh, so, the ship is now under your command, Miss Rip Van Winkle.

Rip: Ah, danke schoen, Captain! Tell me, how did it feel slaughtering your kinsmen, turning them into Ghouls, betraying your family und country, all for the selfish desire to become an immortal vampire?

Violet: Wow, uh, when you put it like that I feel like kind of a cunt.

Rip: Oh, but you know what might make you feel better, Captain?

Violet: Uh, what’s that?

[Rip levels her musket at the sailors, who gasp.]

Rip: Checking your privilege. [Opens fire]

[Scene change to the Hellsing mansion]

Alucard: Walter, if I may confide in you…

Walter: I temper my sense of decency in expectation.

Alucard: I am positively throbbing over these guys returning.

Walter: Well, if it lasts for more than four hours…

Alucard: Walter, do you know what my top three favorite things I’ve killed are? Third is the Turks. Second is Nazis. Can you guess the first?

Walter: Your father?

Alucard: (Claps) Nailed it!

[Scene change to Anderson talking with Enrico on the phone while confronting a group of Millennium soldiers.]

Anderson: I see! Now it’s open season for these heathen swine!

Enrico: Alexander, while I mirror your fervor to lay steel upon the soulless jowls of the English Church, we have a much bigger foe knocking at our door.

Anderson: They knock at the door of Hellsing, and as the wolf huffs and puffs, we shall skewer these pigs ourselves.

Enrico: I do not know the metaphor on which you draw, but regardless, we must set aside the quarrels of our houses and unite under the banner of God.

Anderson: Ah, I see! So this… is a CRUSADE!

Enrico: No, nonononono! We don’t say that anymore, we’re calling it… ah, damn, what do the American cows say?

Anderson: Peacekeeping?

Enrico: Right! Now, shall we… keep the peace?

Millennium Soldiers: FOR MILLENNIUM!

[They open fire on Anderson, who quickly dispatches them.]

Anderson: Only until it’s time to slide in the knife!

[Scene change to a meeting between Integra and Sir Penwood in the London war room]

Penwood: We lost communication with the vessel eighteen hours ago. Currently, it’s resting in the Atlantic 300 kilometers of the coast of Corning.

Integra: Have you acquired visual via satellite?

Aide: Yes, and they’ve left a rather cryptic message that we’ve yet to make any sense of.

[We see Integra looking at a photograph of the ship’s deck with the phrase “THE CAKE IS A LIE” scrawled on the deck in blood.]

Integra: I- I don’t get this. I don’t get it.

Penwood: None of us know what it means either.

Integra: Is it a reference or something?

Aide: Of course, there was one other shot we had—

[We see a photograph of a yellow umbrella in the middle of the phrase on the deck.]

Aide: —which looks to be someone sitting in the middle with a yellow parasol. Seems a tad random if you ask me.

[Quick cut to Rip on the deck holding a yellow parasol and her musket]

Rip: Rainbow, tacos, Doctor Who, Homestuck!

[Cut back to the war meeting.]

Integra: This person looks like they’re begging for attention.

Penwood: And they’re about to get it! The Special Air Service has deployed two platoons via helicopter. They’ll have visual any moment now.

[There is a long pause.]

Walter: Ma'am?

Integra: Wait for it…

[Another brief pause.]

Radar Operator: We’ve lost both helis! [The assembled officers gasp] And that was Portal, by the way. That’s Portal. That’s… what it’s from.

[Sir Penwood is visibly shaking by now]

Penwood: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Integra: Well, this has been fun. Always nice playing audience to this menagerie you call a military. Since it seems like you’ve got this one on lockdown, I’ll leave you to it.

[Integra gets up and turns to leave.]

Penwood: Whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Based on new information that has been presented to us, uh, we’ve decided we require the Hellsing Organization and their services.

Integra: You know, it’s amazing how much time and people we could save if you’d just ask us in the first place. [She turns to leave] Walter?

[Walter chuckles and follows her out.]

[Scene change to a hallway with Walter and Integra walking down it.]

Walter: We’re talking a hefty game, Sir Integra. Three hundred kilometers into the Atlantic and they seem to be able to annihilate anything we send at them.

Integra: Well, we can’t send a submarine, it could be a depth charge showcase down there.

Walter: Can’t go at it from the sides, can’t go at it from below.

Integra: So our only option is to hit that son of a bitch from above.

Walter: Well, we do have one option. However, it was decommissioned in 1998.

[Alucard enters the scene.]

Alucard: The Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird. An advanced long-range strategic reconnaissance aircraft capable of Mach 3 and an altitude of 85,000 feet.

Integra: You sure do seem to know a lot about it.


[Scene change to show Rip Van Winkle dancing and singing the song “Never Gonna Give You Up” (aka the Rick Roll) by Rick Astley.]

Rip: A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of. You would’t get this from any other guy.

[Cut to the bridge.]

Nazi Officer 1: The hell is she singing now?

Nazi Officer 2: I have no idea, I think it was popular a couple years back.

Nazi Officer 3: At least she is no longer on about the ponies, and the friendship, and the wrapping up of winter.

[During this, Rip sings the lines I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling, Gotta make you understand in the background.]

[Cut back to Rip singing.]

Rip: Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.

[She suddenly collapses and trembles in fear.]


[The bridge officers are unaware of what is actually happening.]

Nazi Officer 2: Uh, mein fraulein Van Winkle, the- the song was nice, so you don’t need to-


[We see Alucard flying in with the SR-71 Blackbird as “Shoot to Thrill” by AC/DC starts to play.]

Nazi Officer 2: Focus your fire! We are going to tear that aircraft apart!

[Alucard grins in expectation. The Nazi gunners open fire, but cannot stop the Blackbird. Rip takes aim at it.]

Rip: Vhey say no man can kill you Alucard, that’s because you don’t use a man to do a woman’s job!

[Rip fires and destroys the Blackbird, but Alucard releases his Level One restraint and continues to dive towards the deck.]

Rip: WHAT?!

[Alucard and the Blackbird’s wreckage impact on the ship’s deck, setting it ablaze. We see one Nazi set on fire screaming and subsequently crushed by debris. We then see Alucard rising from the wreckage completely unharmed.]

[Rip is terrified at this point.]

Alucard: So… nice ship you got here.

[Rip pulls herself together and levels her musket at Alucard. A remix of “In the Hall of the Mountain King” from “The Social Network” soundtrack starts to play.]

Rip: I am Rip Van Winkle, und I command your respect!

Alucard: No, you demand my attention.

[Rip fires on Alucard.]

Alucard: Ow! Ooh!

Rip: I don’t have to take this from you! You racist, cisgendered, patriarch-propagating, misogynistic pig! [Rip then gasps as Alucard catches a bullet with his teeth and crushes it.]

Alucard: The funny thing is, in any other circumstance, you might have had a point there. Except my boss is a woman, I was a chick in the 40s, I hate everyone equally, and there’s no one alive who can comprehend my sexual preference. So in other words, Miss Van Winkle- (punches Rip in the face) -CH-CH-CH-CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE!

[Alucard grabs Rip’s musket and begins shoving it through her chest.]

Rip: Vait- Vhat are you-?!

Alucard: Oh? Haven’t you heard the new sensation sweeping the nation? Bitches love cannons.

[Rip screams as Alucard fully impales her on her musket, killing her.]

[Scene change to the Major addressing the troops on board the zeppelin.]

The Major: Gentlemen. Operation Bait Van Winkle is a rezounding success. Alucard is now exactly where we need him to be so we can move forward with our little… “Surprise”. However, before ve begin our next phase, I would like to take some time to address a rumor floating around the fleet. Some of you have come to believe that I like var. I wish to dash these rumors! I do not like var. I. LOVE. VAR. Through my life, I have discovered so many forms of war. You get up in ze morning, you get into your shitty car, und you see a rich CEO who works half as hard as you do drive down ze street in his Porsche. “Class Var.” You make it to vork, und you find out that ze annual drug test is today. Und you just so happened to take a puff of your one-hitter a couple nights ago before dinner with your wife’s awful parents. “Drug Var.” But vhen, you find out that ze only ones being called in for testing are your black and Hispanic co-workers. “Race Var.” Then, you try und post about it on your Facebook, but zen all your friends start arguing about vhat’s right und what’s wrong. “Flame Var.” You finally get home, und you decide to relax by vatching a program about: “Who gets ze box?” “What’s in ze box?” “How much is vhat’s in ze box worth?” “Storage Vars.” (chuckles) What I am telling you, my Nazi army of one zhousand vampires, is that I am a purveyor of war. And with your help over ze years, ve are now at the precipice of our true goal. You see, I vant a simple var. No Class Vars, no Drug Vars, no Race Vars, no Flame Vars, and certainly, no Cold Vars! Blueballed for forty years. Vhat I vant is a var zhat only ve can bring. A true var! A German var! The sequel you’ve all been vaiting for! I! WANT! WORLD! WAR!! THREE!!!

[The Millennium Soldiers begin cheering.]

Millennium Soldiers: Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

[We then see several characters including Anderson, Enrico, Seras, and Pip staring at the moon, which has turned blood red, an ominous sign of what is to come that night.]

[Then, we see Alucard on the ship. At the sight of the moon, he begins laughing maniacally.]

Alucard: I’d better not miss a damn thing.


—  Hellsing Ultimate Abridged 4
The Daughter of The King and Queen of Gotham City.

A/N: Hi, guys! this is my ‘Harley and Joker’s daughter’ story. I decided to use a different point of view in this story, not from the readers. I hope the anon who requested it still enjoys it though! also, I named the character ‘Jaileen’ because it’s a mixture of ‘J’ and ‘Harleen.’ I also debated using 'Carley’ which is basically 'Harley’ with a C but I wanted the name to have a little bit of Mr. J in it. However, you can use whatever name you’d like. Whenever I use “J” on here, I’m referring to Jaileen, so don’t get confused with the Joker! if I’m referring to the Joker, I will use “Mr. J.” hopefully this doesn’t confuse anyone. I wanted to do this one in one post, so sorry if it’s super long! but anyway, enjoy!


It was just a normal night in Gotham City. The King and Queen ruling every minute of it. Oh, and of course, their little princess, too. Their little Jaileen started going with them on their heists when she was only 12 years old. she’s learned so much from them since then. By the time she was 14, she was already covered in tattoos. She was 16 going on 17. looking a lot like her father but rocking the body of her mother. Her signature colors were purple and black. She was born with dark green hair, almost black. Pale skin, with a heart birthmark on the lower left side of her back. She was almost more beautiful than her mother. This bothered Mr. J since a lot of his henchmen and business associates would hit on her. They’d be dead in a heart beat if he was around for any of it. She was also almost more bad ass than Mr. J. This also bothered him since she was never afraid to raise her voice with him or talk back to him. She was the only one he’d let talk to him like that. He’s only ever hit her once because she threatened to kill him. Harley had to step in the middle of that argument before Mr. J pulled out a gun to shoot her but she ended up getting backhanded too. After that, they all started laughing like the insane clowns they are.

Tonight was the night Jaileen would get to torture her first victim. Just like her daddy. she was so excited. But that all goes to shit when Jaileen decides to talk to a guy.

They were all in Mr. J’s club. He had a meeting with an asshole that tried to scam him. He was in big trouble. As usual, Harley was in the glass platform, dancing her crazy ass off. Jaileen was by the bar, scanning the club. Mr. J told her to be on the lookout for dealers that try dealing in his club. The club was packed that night. More than it’s ever been. Mr. J was in a more secluded area. surrounded by beads for curtains. He was ready for this meeting. The business man walks into the area Mr. J was in, letting Frost lead him. The man reaches his hand out for a hand shake but immediately takes it back when he realizes that he forgot Mr. J doesn’t do hand shakes.

“Nice to see you again, Mr. J.” the man says.

Mr. J doesn’t say anything. his eyes are glued onto Jaileen, as he notices she’s been approached by a guy. she’s giggling.

“M-Mr. J?” the man says, trying to snap Mr. J back into reality.

He rolls his eyes and groans.

“why, I have some business to take care of. stay put.” Mr. J growls, walking out of the area angry.

Jaileen’s POV —————-

She’s scanning the club, looking out for dealers. She gets bored and orders a non-alcoholic drink. Her mother would kill her if she knew she was drinking alcohol. Her father didn’t really care. She sees a cute guy. She flashes a smile at him. He smiles back.

mom and Mr. J don’t get to have all the fun.’ she thinks to herself as she sips her drink. She never called Mr. J dad. it was always Mr. J or boss.

She signals the guy to come over to her. He takes the hint and approaches her.

“Hey, beautiful, I’m Logan. what’s your name?” he says, flashing a flirtatious smile this time. she blushes.

“Jaileen.” she says with a smirk.

“you come here often?” he shouts over the loud music.

“only when I have business to take care of.” she says biting her lip.

“you a business woman?”

“not exactly..” she says looking away.

he gave her confused look. they continue their conversation. he then proceeds to ask her the question everyone asks her.

“hey, why do you dye your hair green? I think you’d look way better with brown or black hair.”

she rolls her eyes as she giggles.

“I don’t dye it, I was born like this.” she laughingly snaps.

“oh, I didn’t mean to offend you. it looks good on you, really.”

she blushes and smiles but that all disappears when she sees Mr. J walking towards them behind Logan.

shit’ she thinks to herself.

she gets up from the stool to try to hold Mr. J back.

“Boss, wait, don’t-”

She gets pushed away.

He pulls out his gun and points it to Logan. Logan is scared shitless. People notice and move away from him.

“Mr. J, you shoot him, I swear I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” she says with her voice breaking.

He hesitated to pull the trigger. As much as he hates to admit it, he cared about his princess a lot.

Harley comes down from the platform.

“What’s goin’ on?” she asks.

Mr. J spins around to look at Harley.

“What’s going on is that you couldn’t do a simple thing and keep an eye on J.” he snarled.

He then points the gun at Harley.

“Mom!” Jaileen sobs. “Mr. J, stop!”

At this point, Logan was more confused than scared.

“Honey, it’s okay, jus-just go, Frost can you take her?” she says, trying not to break her voice.

Frost takes her to a different area. On their way, she hears Mr. J talk to her like she means nothing to him.

“do you want her to end up like you? a whore? did you think I forgot about Ivy and Deadshit?” he growls, still pointing his gun at her.

Harley starts tearing up.

why is he bringing this up? in front of our daughter?’ she thinks to herself.

Jaileen takes one last look at Logan. She mouths 'I’m sorry’ to him and walks away with Frost.

The Joker still continues to mentally torture Harley.

“Puddin’, let’s talk this out with J, we ca-” she grunts as he snapped his hand around her throat.

Don’t call me Puddin’..” he whispers. she’s still crying.

He points his gun back to Logan. He’s back to being scared.

“You see what you caused? Hmm? Making both of my girls cry. Now, I’m not gonna shoot ya, because I don’t want my baby leaving me. BUT I see you around her again, and you won’t be so lucky.” He says, shooting a bullet to the wall behind him, inches away from his head causing him to run away. He finally lets go of Harley, causing her hit the floor. At this point, she’s sobbing.

“Aww, doll, don’t cry.. I didn’t mean to hurt ya.” he says patting her head. “come here, give daddy some sugar.” he hold his arms out.

she ignores him, still sobbing her eyes out. he gets upset with her again. he crouched down to her level, grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Don’t ignore me..” he growls. He proceeds to kiss her roughly. She stops crying to kiss him back.
She starts crying again, thinking the whole thing was her fault.

“M-Mr. J, I’m s-so sorry, I-I don’t want her to end up a whore like h-her mother.” she says between sobs.

“Aww, baby, shh, shh..” he says holding her.

“Let’s go get her so we can go home.” he says, wiping her tears.

She nods in agreement, still crying. They get up.

“Actually, doll, wait for us in the car.” he says, placing a kiss on her forehead. she nods again. He walks over to the room she’s in.

“Frost, tell Dean something came up, we’ll have to meet another time.” he growls, glaring at J.

Frost doesn’t hesitate. He does what he’s told. Dean gets up upset and storms off.

“We’re leaving.” he says in a demanding voice.

“W-where’s mom?” she sobs.

“She’s in the car, waiting for us. C'mon, get up.” he reaches his hand out to hers. She snatched her hand.

“I-I’m not going anywhere with you.” she snaps.

He groans and rolls his eyes.

“Darling, we’re leaving, NOW. we don’t want to keep your mother waiting.” he says in a stern tone. she doesn’t want to add any more fuel to the fire so she decides to go with him. They walk out of the room they were in. People were staring. They make it to their car. Harley wasn’t there.

“Mr. J, you said she’d be here.. wha-what did you do with her?!”

She started to panic.

“Nothing, darling, she’s suppose to be in the car..” he says, looking around the parking lot.

“N-no, you’re lying! did you kill her?”

“Listen to me, J, I didn’t kill her. I told her to wait for me in the car. she must’ve walked home.” he sounded concerned too.

“Just wait in the car, I’m gonna go see if she’s still inside and don’t move.” he demands.

He walks into the club and starts searching for her like crazy. he looks in the bathrooms, sex rooms, platforms, dressing room, everywhere. At this point he was just angry. he walks back out. he goes into his car and starts driving.

“Was she in there?” she asks.

“Doll, if she was, I would’ve walked out with her.” he says, annoyed. “Maybe she’s at home, waiting for us.” He drives faster and arrives to his destination.

They walk into their penthouse and to their surprise, she’s not there. Jaileen starts to panic again.

“w-what are we going to do? where did she go? why would she leave?”
she starts crying again. Joker was lost in his train of thought. he was thinking about where she could be.

she looks up to him and starts glaring at him.

you…” she growls. “YOU made her leave. you’re such a fucking asshole! YOU made HER leave ME. You had to go all out and bring up her past and blame her for shit that wasn’t her fault! you’re a fucking douchebag and I hate that we share the same dna. I wish you weren’t my dad!” she sobbingly says as she storms off into her room. Mr. J was speechless. he was experiencing an emotion he’s never felt before. Hurt. he didn’t mean to scare Harley away. he didn’t mean to make Jaileen mad at him. he thought he was only protecting them, in his own twisted way. he cared about them. he growls and leaves to take his anger out on poor civilians. he was also on the hunt for Harley. he wasn’t letting her leave that easy.

Harley’s POV ————

Harley walks to the car and has a mental breakdown. She was crying, screaming, and hurting herself by digging her nails into her skin. She was so hurt by Mr. J and she was fed up with it. She decided to walk to Poison Ivy’s house that night. She needed someone to talk to. Ivy wasn’t just her ex, she was her best friend.

She gets there, hoping Ivy isn’t still mad at her for leaving her to go back to Mr. J. She knocks on the door and Ivy opens the door. Once she does, Harley cleans herself up and act like she wasn’t crying before.

“Ivy!” she squeals and goes in for a hug.

“H-Harley? what are you doing here?” she said, confused.

“I needed someone to talk to.. I was hoping you-”

“of course, Harls, come in.”

They both go in to Ivy’s house and sit in the living room. Harley bursts out into tears.

“Harley, what’s happened?” she says very concerned.

“I-it’s Mr. J..” she sobs.

“Oh, Harley, not this again! how long has it been since you decided to stay with him? 20 years? you gotta leave him, hon, and I’m not saying that so you can come back to me, I’m telling you so you can be emotionally happy.” she says, hugging her.

“N-no, Ivy, you don’t understand, I a-am h-happy with my Puddin’, he’s just m-mean sometimes..” she’s still sobbing.

“Harley, it doesn’t matter. you make yourself believe you are happy with him when you’re really not. you have to leave him, he’s no good for you. where is all that self-esteem we built up? hmm? did he wipe it all away?” she sounds angry at this point.

“No, it’s jus- I can’t leave him, Ivy..” she’s sobs for the hundredth time.

“Yes, you can. you know you can. stop thinking about how you can’t live without him-”

“No, Ivy, I really can’t leave him..”

“why not?!”

“because I can’t!”

“but WHY?”


Harley begins crying harder. Ivy is just shocked.

“W-why didn’t you tell me?” Ivy says with her voice breaking.

“I-I’m sorry, I s-should go, before Mr.-”

“Before Mr. J finds out where you are and beats the living daylights out of you?” Ivy coldly says.

“H-he’s not like that anymore, Ivy! I swear..” she sobs harder each time. she knew she was lying to Ivy and to herself.

“I should really go, i overstayed my welcome.” she says getting up. Ivy softly grabs her wrist.

“I can help you.” she says wiping her tears away.

“I can help you take care of her and I’ll help you with anything, and everything will be fine.” Ivy says, assuming their daughter is a baby.

“Ivy.. she needs her daddy. as much as Mr. J hates to admit it, he cares about her so much. I can’t just take her away from him.” she says. “She’s also old enough to understand what’s going on. she’s not a baby.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t much help..” Ivy says shedding a tear.

Harley nods. “I should really go now. Thank you.” They hug once again.

Ivy walks her out and starts sobbing when Harley leaves.


Jaileen is still in her room, crying her eyes out. she’s screaming into her pillows. She hears the front door being opened and she assumes it’s Mr. J or Frost. She was wrong.

“Honey?” Harley says behind the door, knocking.

“Mom?” her eyes light up.

she walks in and hugs J.

“what the hell, mom? I was worried sick! I thought Mr. J had done something to you. I’m so glad you’re okay.” she says hugging her super tight.

“I’m sorry, love, I just needed to get away from Mr. J-”

“what? you didn’t think I wanted to get away?” J replies with anger.

“Did he point a gun at you? call you a whore? choke you? Was it the hundredth time he’s done it? No, right?” she snapped.

“I-I’m sorry, mom… this was all my fault..” she says looking at the floor.

“hey, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I shouldn’t have made it worse by leaving.” she says, holding J’s chin so she’s looking at her.

she kisses her on the forehead.

“how lovely.. seeing my two favorite girls getting along..”

they turn their heads to the door only to find Mr. J standing in the doorway.

“Where were you, Harls? had our baby worried sick.. and blaming it on me.” he grins, approaching Harley.

“Mr. J, leave her alone. she went for a walk. she needed to clear her head after dealing with you. unless she needs your permission to do that as well.” J snaps.

Mr. J’s grin disappears.

“Jaileen, you better work on that attitude of yours or else-”

“or else what? you gonna kill me? huh, Mr. J? do it! see if I care! I won’t beg for my life once! I’d rather be dead than live another second to deal with you.” she snaps once again.

“I’m not going to tell you again.” he replies, raising his voice after each word.

“J, stop..” Harley whispers.

“what? are you seriously defending him? look at the damaged he’s caused. he can’t do anything right with his family. he doesn’t care. he never did! he just uses us to help him with his stupid plans that never end up going well-”


Jaileen hits the floor.

“I said, stop with the fucking attitude or I’ll fucking hurt ya.” he growls.

“Mr. J!” Harley cried and ran to J, to make sure she was okay.

J doesn’t cry. instead she gets up, takes her gun out that had ’Daddy’s Lil Girl’ engraved on it and tried to shoot him but someone beats her to it.

Gunshot. Right in the chest.

Joker screams in agony.

Harley’s eye widen. She runs to him.

“J! what did you do?!” she screams.

“I-I didn’t do anything, I di-didn’t even mean t-to pull the trigger.” she says with her voice breaking.

A man laughs in the hallway. It was the man in the club. Jaileen points her gun in his direction and starts shooting but the man runs away causing her to miss.


she follows him but by the time she’s outside, he’s already in his car driving away.

she runs back upstairs only to see Harley screaming and crying for Frost. Joker was still screaming in pain which turned into his usual maniacal laugh. Pretty soon, he started feeling drowsy.

“Mr. J, stay awake, please. FROST!” she cried. “Get the doctor on the phone, NOW!”

Frost calls their personal doctor and he was on his way.

Harley tried to stop the blood from leaving his body by putting her hand over his wound.

“Frost, Jaileen, help me get him to our bed.” she demanded.

They both help her but as soon as he lays on the bed, he passes out.

“Mr. J? MR. J?!” she says, shaking him, trying to wake him up.


Frost phones the doctor again and to his surprise, he was just around the corner.

The doctor arrives and heals the Joker. when he’s done, he lets Harley and J know that he’s okay, he just lost a lot of blood. Now they have to wait for him to wake up. Jaileen was filled with rage; so was her mother. She wanted to find the guy. kill him. But Harley suggested she wait until Mr. J woke up.


2 weeks later…

Mr. J still hasn’t woken up. He’s been lying in bed for two weeks now. Jaileen is eager to find the man and kill him. Her mother couldn’t know though. She discreetly told all of Mr. J’s henchmen to search for him without letting her mother know.

One evening, Harley had to go deal with one of Mr. J’s business men. She told Jaileen to keep an eye on Mr. J to make sure he was breathing properly. She said she’d be back in a couple of hours.

Jaileen thought this would be the perfect opportunity for her to hunt the man down and kill him. but Mr, J’s henchmen haven’t found him yet. or so she thought. Frost walks into her room to tell her the news.

“We found him.”

she smirks. “Thanks, Frosty.” she says, placing a kiss on his cheek.

she starts getting ready. she put on her usual purple and black outfit, which looked a lot like Harley’s Arkham City outfit. styled her dark, green hair. went dark and heavy on the makeup. she loads her gun and has three of Mr. J’s biggest henchmen go with her. she was ready.

“Frosty, keep an eye on Mr. J please. if my mother asks where I am, tell her I’m dealing with some business as well.”

Frost nods in agreement. she’s out the door.

She arrives to where they had him. He was knocked out, tied to a chair.
She slaps him, causing him to wake up.

“Wake the fuck up, you piece of shit!”

He groans.

“where am I? what am I doing here?” he asks, tired.

she sits on his lap, face to face.

“well, darling, you’re here for a treat.” she says, patting his face.

“oh, really?” he blushes.

J giggles. “yeah..” she then pulls out her gun.

“who the fuck are you and why did you shoot my father?” she asks, pointing the gun to his temple.

He panics.

“I-I’m Dean, ju-just a guy he was working w-with, doll-face, I-”

she gets up from his lap.

“DON’T call me doll-face!” she says shooting his chest. almost the same spot Mr. J got shot in.

Dean screams in pain.

“I’m not gonna ask you again..” she says, pointing the gun to his leg, ready to shoot it.

“I shot him because he knew what I was trying to do.” he stammers and groans.

“how the fuck did you get into our house?” she asked.

“I picked your lock. I wanted to kill him.” he says between groans.

she forced a chuckle.

“you IDIOT! you know, he’s lying in bed right now, basically in a coma. He hasn’t woken up in TWO WEEKS!” she says, shooting his leg. he screams again.

“he’s going to make it though, I know it, he can’t be killed.” she says with her voice breaking.

“then why are you doing this to me?” he shouts.

“because..” she says, as she reloads her gun.

“no one.” gunshot. “shoots” gunshot. “my” gunshot. “daddy” gunshot. “but” gunshot. “me.”

at this point, he was crying his eyes out.

she didn’t want to kill him yet, only suffer so she shot his legs and stomach, everywhere.

“got it?” she says pointing the gun to his forehead.

“yes!” he screams.

“good.” she says, shooting him clean in the head.

She calls the car around, leaving Dean’s corpse behind. she was proud of herself. she couldn’t wait to tell her dad.

she arrived to the house. lucky for her, Harley wasn’t home yet.

She sat by Mr. J’s bed. she’s just watching him. she shed a tear.

“I’m so sorry..” she whispers. “I didn’t mean anything that I said, I love you so much.”

she starts sobbing. she then gets on her knees and grabs Mr. J’s hand.

“please wake up. mom and I miss you..” she says, digging her head into the bed.

she then feels Mr. J squeeze her hand.

she lifts her head up, only to see her father has his eyes open.

“Mr. J!” she goes in for a hug.

“Jesus, Jaileen, I need space.” he wheezes.

she smiles. she missed his grumpy ass.

“I’m so happy you’re awake. I’ve missed you. Mom, too.” she says, shedding a tear. “I thought you weren’t going to make it. I really am sorry for what I said to you. I-”

“aww, pumpkin, don’t cry..” he says, putting his smile tattoo over her mouth. “ahh, that’s better.” he says, very low. she smiles.

“Where’s Harley?” he says, looking around the room.

“she went to go take care of some business for you, at the club. she’ll be back soon.” she says, hoping it won’t upset him.

he grins and laughs.

“oh, that Harley.. I don’t deserve her…”

she looks at him confused.

“nah, this is the drugs talking, of course I deserve her, we were made for each other..” he’s slurring like he’s drunk.

“so, um, I killed and semi tortured the guy that shot you.” she says, looking down at the floor.

Mr. J snaps his head towards her. he grins and laughs once again.

“Oh, my darling, I’m so proud.” he says, hugging her.

she squeals and hugs him back.

“I love you, dad..” she says, in the middle of the hug.

he pulls back.

“yeah..” he mutters.

she looks at him and smiles. she knows deep down, inside his twisted soul, he loves her too.


[FAN ACCOUNT] 140411 BTS Yeouido Fansign

Well ~ I guess I don’t have any other excuse not to write this now that I’m back in Singapore (((I seriously can’t believe my trip is over I was in Korea for sixteen days, guys, sixteen, yet it felt like six instead ㅠㅠㅠㅠ))) Anyway, back to where I was before I digressed - and just FYI I get distracted very easily so be warned - I’m going to write all about my virgin fansign experience in Korea! Huhu ~ ^^

The participation process was standard as like any other fansign, so I’ll just mention this briefly. A signup notice would usually be put up on both the group’s Daum fancafe as well as the participating music store’s website, where all the information on the event can be found. In my case for the 11th April BTS fansign in Yeouido, I had to purchase my album from the YP Books store in IFC mall (which was like, two subway stops away from where I was staying) between 7th to 10th April, and of all participants 150 would be chosen (each album purchased entitles you to one lucky draw chance so really, it is easier to beat the odds the more albums you purchase. Around 2000 albums were purchased at the store within the three days; Between my friends I bought five, a friend two, and the other just one, and I was the only one who got picked) and the winners list released on the YP Books website. Now, all that’s left to do is to turn up for the fansign at the stipulated time and location, exchange your confirmation number for a queue ticket, and you’re good to go!

On the day of the event I’d arrived at IFC mall at 7.00PM and headed for the South Atrium, thinking that I would be early but not too early and that I’d probably be able to snag a good seat for the fansign. But wouldn’t you know it, the place was completely void of fan girls and smack in the middle of the open space was some convention going on and mascots waving to a sparse, disinterested audience. It was just… weird. I went up to the concierge desk to clarify if there really was a fansign being held at this location, to which I was told confidently that yes there was, later on at night. Then I went to double check the details on BTS’ Daum fancafe and lo and behold, the location had been changed to the North Atrium as effect of 8th April. Partially my fault for not checking the fancafe regularly for updates but damn office lady lied to me. First dumb thing of the night -.-

I power-walked my way over to the correct venue that was definitely right because the middle portion of the space had already been cordoned off and I could see foldable chairs being lined up in rows as I approached. Not to mention the hordes of fangirls and daepo unnies armed and ready with their plastic stools (some even brought ladders. Super legit.) and huge ass cameras surrounding the area. I continued to loiter around and watch in fascination as the mall staff put up a giant BTS banner and continue to set up everything. It wasn’t until a mere fifteen minutes before the start of the fansign when I finally realised some of the fans in the crowd were holding laminated cards in their hands. That I didn’t have. Because I completely forgot about exchanging my confirmation number beforehand. Second dumb thing of the night -.- So I rushed back up to the 2nd floor to the bookstore to get my queue number and I ended up being #133 out of 150 people, in the second last row. My seat was so far away that I literally couldn’t see anything throughout the whole event because of the sea of camera tripods and human heads in front of me, not to mention the boys were seated down as well. I was only able to catch glimpses of BTS when I stood up and I am 1.65m and by no means short, so I hope you get an idea of how terrible my spot was. I can’t even blame anyone else but me ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

At 8.30pm sharp the boys arrived (they couldn’t be late anyway because of the Sukira schedule they had later on) and from the moment they did their greetings IT. WAS. CHAOS. Fans were screaming everywhere and a handful of girls, because they couldn’t snag a good spot to watch the event, decided it would be a brilliant idea to continuously ride the escalator right next to the open space and scream their oppas’ names as they came down from the floor above. Many of them were still in school uniform and some were even young enough to call Jimin, V and Jung Kook ‘oppa’. Horrors. It didn’t help that seat #133 was right next to the escalator so every single screech they made went straight to my eardrums X.X Thinking back about it now, I really don’t know how I managed to maintain my sanity for the whole two hours @.@ Because of my incompetence I didn’t really keep track of what the boys were doing for most part, only standing up occasionally to take a peek whenever I hear squeals (which turned out to be Jung Kook wearing the super adorable and cutesy headbands fans gave him. He looked absolutely adorable, like really he could’ve told me to shoot the president of South Korea and I would because no one can resist that face of his) but most of the time I was conversing with the Thai girl who sat beside me. Our biases were Rap Mon (mine) and Suga (hers) who so happened to sit next to each other so we began lamenting how we can’t see either of them because of the super tall tripod smack in front of us. Oh well, at least I made a new friend that day XD

After a 1.5-hour wait, it was finally my turn and the staff moved us to the front to queue by the right side AND I WAS THE FIRST IN LINE due to the way my row was called. I swear to God I was on the verge of a mental breakdown then and I kept asking the Thai girl if I could swop places with her because that was how nervous I really was (DON’T JUDGE OKAY IT’S MY FIRST FANSIGN). Oh, did I mention that my three friends were positioned at various places around the mall? Our Whatsapp conversation then was absolutely epic because they were reporting statuses and checking up on different locations to find the best spot to “catch me in action”. I had one friend on the second floor to capture a bird’s eye view, another on the right diagonally behind Suga (he was first that day) and the last running around the area to look for a better spot. If I hadn’t been on the verge of peeing my pants then I would’ve laughed but nup, scumbag brain didn’t feel like it -.-

Lineup for the day went like: Suga >>> Rap Monster >>> J-Hope >>> Jimin >>> V >>> Jin >>> Jung Kook moving from right to left.

I went up to Suga first; perhaps it was because that I said Hi to him in English, or the fact that I am really very tan, but he immediately asked me where I was from as he signed my album.

And I don’t know why but from the moment I knelt down till I moved on to the next member, the only glaring thought that kept running through my head was “Wow I can see his pores.” Feel free to bash me now LOL I don’t know why but that really was what caught my attention OTL Oh, and also that he was really good-looking up close, especially when he wasn’t grinning wide since he looks really cute and impish when he does XD

Our conversation went like:

Suga: Hello ~

Me: (English) Hi!

Suga: (English) Hi ~ Where are you from?

Me: Singapore!

Suga: Ah, is that so? 

Then he proceeded to read the post-it that I stuck on the page.

I’d asked him to write a poem with the initials of my name spelled in Korean, and because my question was written in English (blame le terrible Korean skills) he actually read the whole thing out in English too and his pronunciation was surprisingly really accurate and his accent super cute ^^

What he answered though, made me want to A) puke rainbows followed by what I ate for dinner, B) whack him on the head, and C) roll my eyes repeatedly.


Q. Write a poem using my name please!

[A/N: My name’s Wye Syn, pronounced Wa-Ee-Sin]

Suga: 이신는 (Wye Syn is)

쁘고(pretty and)

기해 (interesting)

Why thank you, Suga, how nice of you. 

Me: You’re lying!

Suga: Really! Singapore girls are all pretty!

Me: A-ing ~ *cough*because I really can’t take a compliment*cough* You have to come to Singapore, okay?

Suga: Okay ~

Me: Promise!

Suga: Yeah, promise!

And we hooked pinkies afterwards before I moved on *dies of happiness*

Rap Mon and I spoke in English the entire time (like duh), and I think he overheard my conversation with Suga or something because he said hi to me in English the moment I knelt down in front of him *shrugs* He needs to speak louder though, because low voice + screaming fangirls all around us + head bowed while signing album = I could barely hear what he was saying. But hey, at least I caught the gist of it ^^v

Rap Mon: Hi!

Me: Hi!

Rap Mon: Where are you from?

Me: Singapore!

Rap Mon: Really? *pauses to look at how to spell my name (he ended up spelling it wrongly anyway who is Wye Shin excuse you) You know, I realised that people from Singapore speak really good English. Why is that so?

Me: Oh, *thinks of how to summarise Singapore’s bilingual education system within 20 seconds* it’s just that everyone speaks English a lot, like, we were brought up using that language. All our classes at school are taught in English.

Rap Mon: Oh wow, really? Cool!

And he sounded genuinely fascinated, probably because a part of him miiiiight wish to have been brought up in an English-speaking environment, seeing as how he picked up the whole language by himself.

For Rap Mon I decided to ask a typical fangirl question which now, thinking back on it, is really rather embarrassing oh dear God why did I choose to do that X.X

Q. If you had just one day (y’know, since BTS was promoting that song at that time) to spend with me, where would you bring me and what would you like to do?

Rap Mon: (We were running out of time by then, and because it probably would take him sometime to process his thoughts and write them out in English, he decided to tell me everything while looking directly in my eyes. Oh yes, I am such a lucky bitch.) Let’s go to Japan, Hong Kong, we can go sightseeing, and let’s go shopping.

I melted into a puddle of Wye Syn-shaped goo #^u^#

We high-fived on it then I moved on to J-Hope.

To be very honest, my impression of him had never been the best because his on-screen personality was so loud and I just found that kind of annoying (I’M SORRY NARA), but everything changed after meeting him because he was just so nice and friendly and funny in real life hehheh >u<|||

He was the only member who wrote my name out in Korean too, which I thought was kind of cute XD

J-Hope: Hi!

Me: Hi, I’m from overseas!

J-Hope: Really? Where are you from?

Me: Singapore!

J-Hope: Ah, Singapore? We have to go there ~

All this while he was actually signing my album and reading my post-it (I’d asked him to write a note for my friend Nara) and underlining what I wrote and listening to me and replying to what I said. Like wow, talk about multitasking. J-Hope really takes the cake man, I was just absolutely amazed.

(Don’t laugh at my Korean! I know my grammar is terrible OTL)

He ended up writing “Nara~♥ I love you!♥”, typical idol answer but hey it works, seeing how happy it made Nara LOLOL

And of course, I had to prepare my own question as well

Q. What would you like to say to me the most?

Unfortunately, he wasn’t as sweet and nice to me.

J-Hope: We have to go to Singapore!

No love for me, eh? But I made him pinkie promise on it and GUESS WHAT, Hope Tree (his fansite) CAUGHT A PICTURE OF IT.

SEE THAT. THAT’S MY HAND RIGHT THERE, IMMORTALISED WITH J-HOPE’S. *flips hair* My hand is famous now, guys.

Next, Jimin was exactly like how I’d expected him to be, cute and bubbly, but he was definitely a lot more toned down from his on-screen persona. Or maybe it was just because of me. I tend to have an intimidating effect on people.

We actually didn’t have much to talk about, because we’d spent the first half of the time searching for his page because the marker I used for him got bent in somehow along the way. After passing him my album I’d actually spaced out (TBH I was thinking about how much Jimin looked like a potato. I’m sorry.) for a few seconds and I only snapped out of it when he went, ‘Where is my name?’ while flipping through the album. He’d actually sounded sad too and I panicked too, thinking, ‘Oh crap, he’s going to think I left him out on purpose, isn’t he?’ and the both of us were just scrambling to find his page XD

Q. Which girl group do you like the most these days?

I don’t know why, but somehow Jimin misread my question and thought I was asking which member likes girl groups the most these days, because he’d answered ‘J-Hope’. And I’m pretty sure it isn’t my Korean this time, no matter how bad it is. I challenge any Korean speaker to defy this.

Me: Are you serious? J-Hope?

Jimin: Yeah! He’s really good!

Me: *still sceptical* Is he the best?

Jimin: Yeah!

Jimin was really super cute; he reached over to pat J-Hope on the arm as he answered me, hoping to elicit some sort of response from the elder, but J-Hope merely turned his head slightly for a split second before looking away again. Poor Jimin got ignored TROLOLOL

And if I thought my communication skills with Jimin was bad, my interaction with V was on a whole new level because our frequencies did not match at all, not even once.

I’d asked him to write a note for my friend Stella who didn’t get into the fansign, and after some contemplation V wrote down, “I miss you”, or literally, “I want to see/meet you.”

Then he saw Stella’s name and went, “Stella?”

Me: Yeah, could you write it down (on the post it) too?

V: *after a short pause* Stella?

Me: Yeah.

V: Stella.

I blinked.

V: (English) Okay, bye!

And he waved (albeit) cutely. It was so sad yet so pathetically funny at the same time I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or do both OTL I was completely weirded out, but at the same time I wanted to pat him and put him in my pocket for weirding me out so adorably. Tae Hyung ah why you like this ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Jin too, was another one that left a deep impression. At first we were rather quiet because I really didn’t know what to say to him and I think he felt the hesitation too, so he was just quietly signing my album as I watched him doing so LOL But then, we got to my post-it question.


Q. Of the following options, who do you think is the prettiest?

A) You (Jin); B) Me (Wye Syn); C) Member (____); D) Other (____)

Without hesitation, he ticked the first option. And there I thought idols were supposed to tell cheesy white lies in order to make fangirls happy OTL Guess Jin decided to take it like a real man and say it like it is *applies cold water to burn area*

Me: Is that so?

Jin: Yeah!

Then he browsed through all the options again… And he ticked C. While writing “Jin” in the blanks. Double blow to my already deflated ego ㅠㅠㅠㅠ Can I just curl up into a ball and cry now?

Jin: Don’t you agree?

Me: Haha yeah, I agree. You’re definitely the prettiest member.

And finally, to put the last nail in my fat coffin, he wrote “Jin” in the final option as well. You know, in case I didn’t catch his drift the first two times. Damn you.

Jin: It really is me. I’m the prettiest here.

Alright mister, now you’re really starting to get on my nerves. Yes Jin, I get it. You’re pretty. You’re the prettiest. Stop rubbing it in to my ugly face ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Me: Yeah, I definitely agree. You win.

By the time I got to Jung Kook, I was half itching to get everything over and done with because I was shaking like a leaf and actually feeling light-headed from seeing all these good-looking men up close LOL

Me: Jung Kook ah, hi! You’re so cute!

Jung Kook: Ah, thank you.

Completely soulless and unenthusiastic. He’s probably heard this 205631769508147 times from every single A.R.M.Y before me and at previous fansigns since debut so ~ Oh well. Here’s my “You’re cute!” to join the pile. He looked pretty tired too, having spent a full day at Music Bank and signed 130 albums before mine and still having another schedule afterwards and probably more dance practice till wee hours in the morning. And they’re preparing for a Japanese debut too, poor kiddo :’(


I’d asked him to write a note for my other friend Naomi who couldn’t get into the fansign too. Luckily he could comprehend me a lot better and wrote “Naomi” I tried prompting him to write “noona” too, but I guess our golden maknae doesn’t like being the youngest because he gave a face (for a split second which I saw) and wrote down “love~” instead and some incoherent scribbles at the bottom. Oh come on, Jung Cookie, I know you want to be seen as a manly man and all but I can still treat you like a man even if you call me ‘noona’~? /gets bricked/

Q. If you could play yaja time (age-reversal game) with your members, whose hyung would you like to be most and why?

Jung Kook: All of them, because I’m the youngest now.

Maknae on top, yeah ;)

Somehow, I ended up spacing out (again! >_<) and stared at the post-it for a few seconds before looking up and realising that Jung Kook already had his hand held up for a high-five and was kind of waiting there expectantly. Whoops.

After I gave him the long-awaited high-five I got up and went back to my seat. Only to realise on the walk back that I forgot to ask Jung Kook to call me ‘noona’. There goes my K-Pop bucket list. Well shit.

So yupp, that basically summarises (not really) my whole fansign experience ^^v

Please don’t quote me anywhere and always take out with credits!

Any questions you can contact me through Twitter: @qt_myung

A Year at Hogwarts - Pt. 1

Summary: Inspired by a request I got about being Newt’s friend (whom he’s secretly in love with) at Hogwarts and being a Ravenclaw. In September, you find yourself aboard the Hogwarts Express, reunited with your two best friends, Newt Scamander and Leta Lestrange.

Word count: 1114

Originally posted by not-infires-its-inspires

September 1st, 1912

“Newt! Leta! Over here!” you shouted as you peered outside the compartment where you’d been sitting for the past couple of minutes.

You’d gotten to the Hogwarts Express pretty early, and you’d made sure to get a compartment for your friends and you. You’d sat impatiently, waiting for them as you’d seen all the other students boarding the train. The usual excitement of getting back to Hogwarts, back to witches and wizards and magical beasts, after a summer mostly spent in the Muggle world was quite incomparable. 

Now that you’d checked in the alley of the train for what had felt like the hundredth time and that you’d actually spotted your friends, you felt giddy as ever. Their faces lit up when they heard you, and they promptly made their way to you.

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BTS REACTION to their gf needing tampons

Suga: You two were at the supermarket, trying to choose what to eat that evening. Yoongi was carrying the basket and you two were checking if you need anything more. “Oh, right, we still need that season flavored cream for the dessert and tampons. Let me go get the tampons and you go-“ “Wait, what cream, what does it look like? What taste? What season? Where is it?” “Errr… I don’t know the brand but it’s in the cold shelf.” Yoongi tilted his head. “They’re all there. Let me just go get you the tampons.” “Uh…okay?” You said and started walking away. “Oh wait! WHAT SIZE DO YOU NEED THE TAMPONS?” Yoongi asked rather loudly, not thinking it’s anything absurd. You blushed as a few people held their laughter. You pushed Yoongi to the next isle and hissed: “normal. I need normal. okay?” “okay…” Yoongi said with some regret in his voice. “But seriously it’s not a big deal.. don’t be embarrased…” he added silently as you walked away.

Originally posted by ineeduminsuga

Jimin: To be honest he was feeling kind of horny as he had been daydreaming about your evening date. He was getting ready, choosing a tight shirt and pants and drying his hair so that it was fluffy af. He smirked to the mirror. “She can’t resist me tonight…” he muttered to himself.  Jimin was just getting out of the house when he sent you a message: “Hey sexy, do you need me to bring anything except myself?” Shortly he received an answer: “Please bring me chocolate, diet coke, tampons and painkillers. We might need a priest to bless me before I depart for my final journey.” Jimin closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping the message would disappear. It didn’t. He whined out loud. He pouted and screamed at the phone as he wrote politely: “Alright sweetheart, what kind should they be?”

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Jungkook: You were woken up by Jungkook who had a weird expression. “Jagi… I hate to tell you this but you gotta move.” “What, why?” you frowned sleepy. “You, um, you’re bleeding” he said sounding apologetic. “Bleeding? What do you mean?” you were confused and sat up noticing a bloody patch on your pajama shorts. “Oh…” was all you could say. You sighed and Jungkook was sitting next to you feeling helpless. “Jagi, what do I do?” he asked sincerely. You sighed again and he suddenly got up. “I should go buy tampons, right? YES, TAMPONS. Great. I will go now!” he said and rushed out of the door. “Jungko-“ you called for him, but you heard the door close. “I better turn on my phone… I’m sure he’ll call in panic soon” you thought to yourself and smiled, feeling thankful.

Originally posted by sugutie

Jin: “No, don’t take those” Jin told you when you were choosing tampons from the shelf. “Um… why not?” “I think the biodegradable ones are better for your body. They are more natural, I guess” he replied. “Are you sure?” you asked and reached for the pack Jin was pointing at. Jin shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I just have that feeling. I don’t want you to eat or use things that are not good for your well-being” he replied. “Oh, well, I guess I could try them” you said and you two moved onto buying shower gel.

Originally posted by syuub

Namjoon: He was standing in front of a shelf full of different kinds of tampons. “What am I supposed to do?” he asked from himself. He looked at your message again, stating you need “normal tampons for daytime”. “What the fuck are these?” Namjoon muttered as he took a few packs into his hands taking a closer look at the descriptions. “Can cause infection if not used as guided? What? No, I’m not getting her these! … but it says the same here. Follow instructions to avoid irritation… what? Is this the normal? Ahhhh, what am I supposed to get her?” A woman came next to him and grabbed a pack and was about to leave when Joon stopped her. “Ex-excuse me,” he stuttered, “which one should I use if I have normal period? Ah, no, sorry, I mean, my girlfriend just needed me to buy her these but-“ “These ones” the woman said politely and pointed at the pack in Joon’s left hand. “Thank you very much…” Joon said, his face a shade of pink as he started looking for the cashier.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Taehyung: “Hey, oppa! Did you get what I asked you?” you shouted from the bathroom where you were waiting for him to get back from tampon shopping. “Wellllll, I forgot the name and brand when I left” Tae answered from the hall. “I said tampax, normal ones! Can you go get them now, please?” you shouted back. Soon Tae was at the bathroom door. He knocked. “Open up, I already brought some” he said. You opened the door to see Tae holding a shopping bag full of different kinds of tampons. He smiled wide. “I hope you find what you were looking for” he said joyfully and gave you the bag. “I want to eat rice. What about you?” he asked and walked into the kitchen leaving you with at least 30 super size packs of tampons.

Originally posted by minwooyg

J-Hope: J-Hope was wearing a black hoodie, with the hood on over his head, sunglasses, black pants and black shoes as he walked into a pharmacy. He leaned onto the table, pulled his glasses down an inch to look around before he greeted the cashier with a nod. “You ain’t happen to got any of those… tampons?” Hobi whispered loudly the last word. “Sir, what kind of tampons?” the cashier asked. “WHAT?” Hobi stood up and took the sunglasses off. “There’s more than one kind of tampon?! SHE DIDN’T TELL ME! ….. what should I get her then? I’m in trouble…”

Originally posted by hoseoh

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Heavenly Commentary: Prisoner of Azkaban
  • Lily: You're back. How's Padfoot?
  • James: ...He escaped.
  • Lily: I'm sorry, what?!
  • James: He escaped. Turned and slipped through the bars. Swam right off the island. Watched him do it.
  • Lily: Why?
  • James: Because he's innocent?
  • Lily: He's always been innocent. Why now?
  • James: How am I to know?
  • Lily: I thought you guys knew everything about each other?
  • James: We used to. But these days the conversation is a little one sided.
  • ***
  • James: Happy birthday son.
  • Lily: Happy birthday Harry. We love you so much. And we're so proud of you...
  • James: Shh it's ok...
  • ***
  • James: Oh crap. Marge is coming. I hate this woman.
  • Lily: We all do. But at least he'll go to Hogsmeade.
  • James: One way or another.
  • ***
  • Lily: ...What did this bitch just say about me?
  • ***
  • Lily: Bad blood?!? I'll fucking kill this bitch.
  • James: Evans calm d-
  • Lily: No one talks about my boy like that!
  • ***
  • Lily: Ha! Serves you right, you pathetic creature!
  • James: True but him walking around Surrey with his stuff isn't the best of outcomes.
  • Lily: He'll be fine. He's survived worse.
  • James: I forgot you get like this.
  • ***
  • James: Was that...Padfoot?
  • Lily: I think it was. Why did he come to Harry?
  • ***
  • James: Three hours on the run and he walks right into the minister. He's not a good criminal is he?
  • Lily: That's a good thing. Why does Fudge seem fidgety? And why not press charges?
  • ***
  • Lily: He fell asleep with his glasses on. So adorable. My baby.
  • James: He'll be ok for a few days. I'm going to see if I can find Sirius. Maybe find out where he's going.
  • Lily: Ok be safe. Don't die.
  • ***
  • Lily: He looks so happy. Under the sun, surrounded by people.
  • ***
  • Lily: Any luck?
  • James: None. What's he been up to?
  • Lily: Enjoying freedom. Spent the last few days ogling a new broom. Best in the- James come back here!
  • ***
  • James: So they think Sirius wants to kill Harry? Are they stupid?
  • Lily: Given that they don't know a rather key piece of information, it's actually the logical conclusion.
  • James: No, they knew how close we were. They should have known he'd never betray us. And what's with "he's at hogwarts"?
  • Lily: That caught my attention too. It's possible he is actually after Harry. But to tell him the truth.
  • James: But like you said. Why now?
  • ***
  • James: Moony? He's teaching?
  • Lily: He looks so old...what happened to him?
  • James: He thinks one of his best friends killed the other three.
  • Lily: He's been so alone all these years.
  • ***
  • Lily: Why is the train stopping? And why is it getting colder?
  • James: How?
  • Lily: Frost on the glass. Oh my. Dementors. Why are they-
  • James: HARRY!
  • ***
  • James: Scream? Who screamed?
  • Lily: No one.
  • ***
  • Lily: I imagine Sirius is the Grim she is referring to.
  • James: I think so. You know, she looks like a crazy old lady but she's pretty talented.
  • Lily: She saw a big black dog and thought 'death omen'.
  • James: Yes, but she still saw the dog.
  • ***
  • Lily: How stupid do you have to be to insult a hippogriff?
  • James: About that stupid.
  • ***
  • James: If Harry is told that Sirius got us killed then he'll go after him.
  • Lily: I know. But Padfoot isn't the bad guy. So Harry isn't in any danger.
  • ***
  • James: Look at that greasy haired bastard. Look at his eyes. He's terrified of what Moony will tell Harry.
  • ***
  • Lily: Padfoot did that? Why?
  • James: This makes no sense. He came to Hogwarts to get into Gryffindor tower? What the hell?
  • Lily: How did he get in the castle?
  • James: He's a marauder Evans.
  • ***
  • James: Recognise and kill werewolves; you...aargh!
  • Lily: When did he become so awful?
  • James: He was always like this Lily. Just never to you. Natural born death eater.
  • ***
  • Lily: I'm fairly certain that was Sirius in the stands.
  • James: Probably. It's a good ga- Dementors!
  • Lily: HARRY!
  • ***
  • James: The broom...
  • Lily: You're more worried about the broom than the boy!
  • James: He's fine. But the broom...
  • ***
  • Lily: Please no...
  • James: It's you screaming. He hears you.
  • Lily: He hears me die...no James I can't take it! It's not right! IT'S NOT FAIR!!
  • James: Sshh...
  • ***
  • James: That's my map! Those little ginger geniuses! They've given Harry the map!
  • ***
  • Lily: He's listening to everything. Look at his face. It's killing him.
  • James: He may never know the truth. Only Sirius and Peter know what truly happened.
  • ***
  • James: He's so...angry. He hates Sirius so much.
  • ***
  • Lily: Isn't that the new broom? James?
  • James: ...That's...the sexiest thing I've ever seen...
  • Lily: You're forgetting that night when I wore that little red thing.
  • James: ...No I'm not.
  • ***
  • James: Strip it down?!? What the fuck?!?
  • Lily: Calm do-
  • Lily: Why don't you ask him. Then ask him if he'll wear that red thing for you because I won't.
  • James: That's so- wait what?
  • ***
  • James: He...he heard me?
  • Lily: Oh god, he's crying.
  • James: We all are. I used to hate that our son didn't know what we sound like. Now I can't think of anything else I want more.
  • ***
  • Lily: Are you serious? Harrys patronus is YOU?!?
  • James: Our boy has style. Don't be jealous.
  • ***
  • Lily: Why the hell is Padfoot attacking Ron?
  • James: He didn't actually attack Ron.
  • Lily: You know, you're right. Let's throw him a parade! Why is your friend being so STUPID?!?
  • James: Why is it that whenever he does something stupid he becomes "my friend"?
  • ***
  • James: I should've let Snape die. We'd all be much happier. And alive.
  • ***
  • Lily: WOOOOOO!!! GO HARRY!!!
  • ***
  • Lily: What did she say?
  • James: That Voldemort is coming back...but that's not possible.
  • Lily: He never actually died did he? Albus himself said he's in Albania.
  • James: ...did you ever find out who made the prophecy about Harry?
  • Lily: No...
  • ***
  • James: Padfoot what in Gods name are you doing?!?
  • Lily: Ouch, he just broke Rons leg.
  • ***
  • James: Sirius mate, you look awful.
  • ***
  • James: He's choking Harry!
  • Lily: What the fuck Sirius!
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh Harry. Please don't...
  • ***
  • James: Moony! Thank god!
  • Lily: Where is who?
  • ***
  • Lily: What the hell is happening?
  • James: The rat? Why the hell...no...
  • Lily: James?
  • James: It's Peter...
  • ***
  • Lily: How is that possible?
  • James: I don't know but it's him...
  • Lily: How did you not recognise him!
  • James: Oh I'm sorry! Forgive me for not assuming every rat I see is the man who betrayed us.
  • ***
  • Lily: What the hell Severus?!
  • James: Your boyfriend is actually insane. He's actually lost his shit.
  • ***
  • James: Hello Peter.
  • ***
  • James: Don't kill him!
  • Lily: Harry is way ahead of you.
  • James: He really is remarkable.
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry live with Sirius?
  • James: That's amazing! They'll be so happy!
  • Lily: He'll never get any homework done!
  • James: True but balance that with the lack of starvation.
  • Lily: Oh shut up.
  • ***
  • Lily: Moony! Padfoot!!
  • Lily: Padfoot won't be able to find him. It's over.
  • James: No! It can't be- that's Sirius. Harry wait!
  • Lily: So many Dementors...they're going to kiss him.
  • James: That's a patronus. That's me. That's Harry!
  • ***
  • James: They gave her a time turner? For classes?
  • Lily: Of course they did. Who wouldn't give a thirteen year old girl the ability to travel through time? Why did we come along for the ride?
  • James: I guess because Harry did.
  • ***
  • Lily: Dumbledore sent our son back in time to save a hippogriff and a man.
  • James: Our son AND Hermione. Which makes it much less impossible. Caution is in order.
  • Lily: Caution will have been in order.
  • James: What?
  • ***
  • James: So they saved one beast. Let's see if they can save the other.
  • Lily: Dumbledore planned this all along. You realise that right?
  • James: I do.
  • Lily: He takes too many risks with our boy.
  • ***
  • Lily: He thinks it was you? Why?
  • James: Because I look like my son. Harry conjured that Patronus.
  • Lily: ...I hate time travel.
  • ***
  • James: He's going to try to see his father save his past self without realising that it was in fact his former present self that saved his then future self.
  • Lily: It's like you want me to hit you.
  • ***
  • Lily: They did it. They actually did it.
  • ***
  • James: Your damn right I would've been disappointed Moony.
  • Lily: Yes yes and unfortunately he's TOO much like you. And now Remus is leaving again. I hope he'll land on his feet.
  • James: Cats land on their feet. He's a dog.
  • Lily: You're awful.
  • James: And he's incorrigible.
  • ***
  • Lily: He carries you within him. That's something.
  • James: That's...that's everything.
  • ***
  • Lily: Padfoot you're brilliant!
  • James: Hogsmeade and a firebolt. Clearly he's trying to be the favourite.
  • Lily: The favourite? He's the only one there.
  • ***
  • James: I was thinking...
  • Lily: About the prediction and Pettigrew? Me too.
  • James: He's coming back. And when he does he's going to go after Harry.
  • Lily: I know.
  • James: What can we do?
  • Lily: Nothing.
Ugly Scars

Ship: Sam x Mike

Summary: After Josh is reported dead in the mines, and everyone goes back to a life, Sam has a terrible time with coping. When Jess breaks up with Mike, he turns to Sam, the one he trusts most now.

Notes: Just kind of a small thing I felt like writing. Also, yes. You all know what pizzeria I mean… -glares-

Word Count: 1761

It had only been a month and a half since the second incident at the lodge. Luckily, it burnt down, but they lost Emily in the fire, which devastated Matt. Everyone had to go through a psychological evaluation before being released into the world again, able to finally return to Los Angeles. But nothing was the same. Sam had to see a therapist three times a week, which was a bit much for her. She had night terrors and terrible paranoia in the dark. Plus, she was heartbroken. She lost Josh, the one she had crushed on since she was young. What was worse, was that nothing was ever said about it. It was worse than Chris and Ashley. Everyone acknowledged them being together, but Josh and Sam? Nope. It was like… The flirty jokes and naturalism between was just between them. Hannah and Beth used to nag Sam to tell Josh and they’d nag Josh to tell Sam, but nothing was ever done.

Then there was Mike. Mike had started to turn to Sam after Jessica left him for some guy in Europe. Word floats around the group that she’s a model/actress now, but it was hard on Mike for a while. He hardly left his apartment and rarely went to see any of his friends, only turning to Sam after the first month passed. Everyone thought he broke away from them or that he just up and left Los Angeles. He finally went to see Sam a week after they started talking again. He looked terrible. His eyes were sunken in and his face was really thin with a thick beard and long hair. She treated him one day and took him to a spa where they fixed him up, actually making him look sharper than before. He got out into the police force and works as a day guard for some sort pizzeria and then a night subway policemen. However; He never works them on the same day. Dear god, that’d kill him. He was hoping to get in the CIA or NCIS later down the road, but for now, he was content with where he was.

Today was no different than any other day. Sam was cooped up in her room, bundled within every blanket in the house. She got her hair cut short to her jawline, her blonde waves untamed for about three days now. She lazily sat up, pushing everything off her and standing up. Her mom was calling her name, but she didn’t feel like shouting back. She had on black spandex shorts and a pink camisole. A necklace hung from her neck with a cursive J as the charm. She opened her door and stuck her head out, yawing before answering her mother. Yes, she moved back home. Her mother was worried sick about her after what happened. She doesn’t really help, though. When Sam has a night terror, she just leaves the house to a motel or to a friend’s house, leaving Sam alone to fend for herself. “What, Mom?”

“Michael is here.”

Shit. She thought to herself, quickly running her fingers through her hair quickly. “I’ll be down in a—“ She cut herself off as he was halfway up the stairs. “Or… Not. Hi Mike.”

“Hey, Sam.” He smiled slightly at her and walked up to her. “Good to see you again. How do you feel?” He put the back of his hand to her forehead, frowning a bit. “You’re hot…”

“Well, thanks. Though I haven’t really showered for three days..”

He laughed lightly and shook his head, crossing his arms. “Do I need to wait downstairs?”

“That’d be preferred…” She mumbled, wrapping her arms around him tightly in a hug. “I’m glad you came today.”

“Hey, I always show up unannounced on good days. Usually when I can tell someone needs me, or when I know I haven’t been around for awhile. Then again, I don’t really see any of the others. We all kinda grew apart, didn’t we?” He sighed as he hugged her back, one of his hands resting on the back of her head.

“Yeah, I know… Oh well. I still talked to Chris every now and then, but all the others… it’s like I wasn’t ever there.”

“Oh, don’t say that.” He broke the hug and gripped her shoulders tightly. “You are. You always have been, for each of us. In your own weird way, you’ve always cared for us, Sam. That’s why you can get along with anyone.” He smiled at her, his perfect white teeth flashing for a moment before he spoke again. “Now, go take your shower. I’ll be downstairs.”


“So where are we going?” Sam asked, her head resting on the window. She watched cars roll by as Mike drove, humming lightly.

“Did you forget what day it was?”

“Uh… Sunday, February?”


“The… 14th?’


“Mike, what are you going on about?”

“Sammy, it’s Valentine’s Day.”

Sam’s heart skipped a beat. Shit… She forgot. “Oh…”

“You forgot, didn’t you?” He chuckled lightly, and flashed a smile at her.

“N-No! I just… Was stalling?”

“It’s okay, Sam. It’s a surprise anyway.”

“Wait, what? Michael Munroe, what did you plan?”

“Ooooooh, I feel so scared. You used my name.”

Sam huffed and looked up as they came to a stop. “What are we doing at The Pandemonium?”

Mike smiled at her and opened his car door as he turned the engine off. “You’ll see…”

“It’s 5 in the fucking afternoon. Why are we here?” She asked further, starting to become irritated. “And what does it being Valentine’s Day have anything to do with it?”

He went around the car and opened up her door. “You’ll see. Come on.”

Sam gave a labored huff and hopped out of the car, looking up at him. She was significantly shorter than Mike, putting her at just about his collarbone. She had to crane her head back to even be able to see his eyebrows, she was standing so close. He stared down at her a few seconds before motioning them to go. She narrowed her eyes a bit as she started to walk to the entrance of the old club. The Washington’s used to own it… She pushed open the wide door, dust and darkness sweeping into her face. She paused and turned back to him. “Mike—“

“Just go. Trust me, yeah?” He raised his brows, motioning her to continue in.

Sam looked forward and then sighed gently. “You know how I am about the dark..”

Mike came up from behind her and gently rested his hands on the back of her hips, leaning forward and burying his nose into her short blonde hair. “I’m right here, Sammy. It’s okay.” She sighed and grabbed his hand as they started walking forward. Sam relied on him more, making it hard for Mike to stay single, which is what he promised to himself. No more relationships. Focus on your job, your goals. But it was Sam. She was always there, for everyone. When Josh was around, she was literally the only he turned to. Why didn’t she turn to anyone? Why was no one there for her? Deep down, he wanted to change that. As the moved through the darkness, the light from outside the only thing shining into the darkness. Mike did one small kick of a wire and the pulled Sam to a stop. “Stop.” Sam halted and looked back at him, raising a brow. He made her look forward and then hugged her from behind. Lights started to shine slowly, small flower petals scattered everywhere as lights formed into a heart. They were pink and white, a small arrow repeatedly flashing through the heart. “I know you’ve gone through a lot. We all have… But you never had someone there for you. You’ve always dealt with things by yourself. I know you’ve started to turn to me, and… Sam.” He made her face him, her bright eyes wide and her jaw dropped. “I’ve started falling in love with you. I understand what He always went on about. I never saw it before because I never tried. You know me. I had girls flocking to me, so I never had to look. You… You came into my life after Jess just left me for some douche in Europe. You changed me. I started seeing this… special thing you have when we went into the mines together. I brushed it off before actually looking at it. Now I can, and I love what I see so much.” He started to slowly move down to her, his fingers curling into her shirt. “I… Will you be my Valentine? And also my new girlfriend?” He added quickly, his forehead resting against hers.

Sam’s mind went blank as soon as like lights started shining. She only started to come back when his lips brushed against hers. Her start sparked and her body started to melt against his. “Mike… I—“ Before she could answer, he kissed her. He was so warm and he was really good at kissing, of course. Both of their eyes closed slowly as their arms wrapped around each other slowly. Sam stood on the tips of her toes and Mike had to lean down. He picked her up by her waist, startling her at first because she forgot how strong he really was. He sat her on the old bar, wedging himself perfectly between her legs as he held her legs gently. Her hands shoved the jacket he had on off and then felt them move to take off his black shirt. She felt the scars on his body and his hands grab her wrists gently. “Mike?”

“Don’t… I don’t want you to see them..” He mumbled, his head nuzzling unto her collarbone. “They’re ugly scars…”

She sighed gently and ran her fingers through his dark hair, closing her eyes slowly as she kissed his head gently. “Okay… And I think it’s pretty self-explanatory what my answer is.”

“Good. So, you want to blow this taco stand?”

“Yeah… the usual?”

He smiled brightly. “Hell yeah.”

Valentine’s mistake

Originally posted by a-zesty-lemon

Summary: Your most hated day is valentine’s day. Normally you just stay home alone because you can’t handle all the lovey-dovey people. This time somebody is disturbing your litlle ritual.

Warnings: A bit of swearing

Word count: 1862

Author’s note: I’m sorry that the summary sucks so badly…The gif isn’t really fitting but damn everytime I see this the Hobi feels hit me @.@

Tell me if your interested in a part 2 ;)

I got a few more stories going so please anticipate them too and now enjoy this story :D

Knock, knock. I shrugged and sat up. Who the hell allowed themself to disturb my nap?! I rubbed my eye. It knocked again. Oh my God! Have some goddamn patience?! I opened the door ready to fight everyone who was there.

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Covert Affairs #2

Jerza Love Fest Day 4: Caught In The Act.

Part 2 of my collab for the Jerza Love Fest with forgottenwhispersxo!:) She wrote the awesome first part and you can read it here.

So, this one will be entirely ridiculous and not as serious as Part 1, haha. It’s based on a headcanon I came up with alongside my love blamedorange, who will also draw a piece for this two-part fic! :> Enjoy!

edit: find mabel’s art here

“And you’re… sure this will be a sufficient disguise?" 

"Of course.” Erza’s eyes sparkled proudly as she eyed her accomplished work. “No one will suspect anything, Mr Gerard." 

His shoulders slumped. Mr Gerard? The things he did for this woman.

Still, he was determined to spend this day with her as carefree as possible. They had enough sorrows already, and serious was something they had to be too much on every other day. Incredible enough as it was, the day seemed to have arrived where it would actually, finally happen: they would go on a date without being interrupted.  Today was reserved for fun, even if that meant taking on the identity of Mr Gerard, moustache and all.

"Well. I guess the moustache does make me look rather sophisticated and mature.”

She gave him a small smile before grabbing his arm and dragging him along.

“Come on, I want to take you to my favourite café." 

His eyes kept reverting back to where her hand firmly grabbed his wrist as they walked on through the busy streets of Magnolia. He could get used to this.

When they came to a halt in front of a cute little house, she let go, and he couldn’t stop the twinge of disappointment that shot through him at the loss of her touch.

"This is it." 

He could see why she loved it. Big yellow shutters decorated the upper row of windows, the white curtains swaying in the light breeze. Beside the large, arched entrance door, big pots with lilac rose into the air, the sweet scent blowing in their direction. The tables inside aswell as outside were almost completely occupied, yet the busy ado around them still managed to give off a relaxed atmosphere. The sound of clinking cutlery and immersed conversations filled the air. It was absolutely her taste.

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Imagine Nash: Car Accident

Nash P.O.V

The guys and I are in the car heading to (y/n) house. We got off our tour earlier than me thought, so we decided to go surprise (y/n). (y/n) been my girlfriend since 1 and a half years ago. Her and the guys are also very close. I’m so lucky to have a girlfriend like her. I bought her a bouquet of flowers and a necklace with our initials on it. I really hope she likes it.

“IS THAT A NECKLACE FOR (y/n)?” i heard taylor say

“Yeah” i replied

“Oooooooh Nashy bought a present for his lover” Matt cooed

“Shut up guys!” i said

The car stopped at (y/n) house and i jumped out of the car while the guys go back to the hotel. They wanted me to have a special moment with her today and they can surprise her tomorrow. I took the spare key she gave me and unlocked her door. I sat down on her sofa waiting for her. I looked at the clock and it was only 6:30. Okay Nash you got this another half an hour and you get to see her calm down.

Your P.O.V

“Do you need anymore help Linda?” i asked my boss

“No dear! Go home, you must be so tired!” she replied

“Okay thank you! You should get going as well!” I said smiling at her. She was such a nice lady.

“I will! Goodbye hun!” She said and hugged me and went to the backroom.

I got all my stuff and headed out the door. I fumbled through my bag looking for my keys. I finally found them and got into my car. I checked my phone to see if Nash texted. He hasn’t texted since this morning. Weird. Whatever! I turned on my car and headed home. As I was at a red light i heard loud honks but i ignored it. Its probably some stupid driver being stupid. When the green light popped up i pushed on the accelerator. Suddenly I heard screeching noises and a car dashing right to me. I screamed and heard a loud bang and then darkness overcome me.

Nash P.O.V

What the hell It’s 9 where could she be. I took out my phone planning to call her but an unusual number appeared. I picked up


H (Hospital): Hello, is this Nash Grier?

N: Yes, who is this?

H: Hi, I’m Margret from the ____ Hospital. You are listed as an emergency number for (y/f/n).

N: What’s wrong with (y/n)? What happened? Is she okay? Oh my gosh.

H: Sir please calm down. She got into an accident, a pretty bad one i must say. The doctors are trying their best to help her since the crash damaged her head. You can -

-call ended-

I quickly hung up. I couldn’t hear anymore of that. Is this real? is she going to be okay? I started to panic and made my way to the door with the necklace box in my hand. Something caught my eye on her dining table. I walked to it and picked it up there was a letter with my name on it and a little gift bag. i opened the letter and it read

Hey Nash! I just wanted to say how proud i am of you and i know you wanted this for along time. You deserve it babe!

Love (y/n).

I looked at the bag and decided to open it. It was a Rolex. I always wanted one. More tears starting to form. She’s the best girlfriend ever why does this have to happen to her. I put the present down and ran outside.I forgot that i didn’t have a car with me so I quickly called Cam



C: Woow dude just calm down we’re coming!

-call ends-

I can’t believe this is happening holy shit. i wipe the tears running down my face and looked down to the necklace box.

“baby i hope you’re okay.” i whispered

After a couple minutes i saw the Van and ran to it Taylor opened the door for me

“GUYS HOSPITAL NOW!!” I screamed

“Okay okay tell us what happened is (y/n) okay?” Cam asked

I told them everything that the lady at the hospital told me. After the guys trying to comfort me they stopped.

We finally got to the hospital and i ran out

“WHERE’S (y/n) WHERE’S (y/n)?” I said a bit to loud to the receptionist

“Sir please calm down can i have the patients full name please?” The receptionist asked

“(y/f/n)” I said while she types her name in

“What is your relationship to Ms. (y/l/n)?” she asked

“Im her boyfriend please tell me she’s okay.” i said

“As you may know she was in a very bad accident, she’s in the emergency room right now. Doctors are trying their best to help her.” She said


Who wouldn’t i start yelling? My girlfriend is in the hospital. I didn’t notice i was crying and yelling at the lady until i felt someone tugging on my arm.

“Yo Nash calm down! She’s going to be okay” Jack J pulling me to the waiting room. As we got to the waiting room i saw all the guys sitting there with red eyes. I dont blame them she was basically like a sister to them. We all sit there in silence until someone spoke up “Nash she’s going to be okay.” Matt said patting my back. “Shes the one Matt. I can’t lose her. Do you know what I found in her house? A present for me. She was going to give it to me. Do you know what it was? It was rolex. She works so hard to get money and provide for herself and she used the money to buy what i wanted for years. I love her so much” i said

“Who’s here for (y/f/n)?” we all heard. I stood up and ran to the doctor

“I am I am. I mean we are” pointing to the guys.

“okay Ms. (y/l/n) is okay. She just has couple broken ribs. The crash hit her head pretty hard, so we will see what happens when she wakes up. For sure she’s going to have a bad headache. Right now she’s in her room and resting. You guys can go into her room but we advice you not to wake her up.” the doctor said

“Oh my gosh THANK YOU SO MUCH” I said jumping up and down.

“YESSSS SHE’S OKAY!” I guess the guys and i got a bit to excited the security came up to us and said that if we don’t shut up they’re going to have to kick us out. We all said sorry and walked to (y/n) room.

I opened the door ad saw my little angel laying there looking hurt, but she still looked beautiful. I sat on the chair sitting next to chair holding her hand.

“Please be okay baby I love you so much” i mumbled into her hands

I looked up to her. Admiring everything about her. Im so glad shes okay. I looked around the room seeing all the guys on the sofa floor sleeping. I looked at the time and it was 1 am. I guess we been here for a couple hours. I woke up the guys and told them they should go back to the hotel. After 10 minutes of arguing all the guys went back to the hotel

“See ya tmr bro. She’s going to be okay!” The guys said. One by one they went up to (y/n) and gave her a kiss on the forehead. I dont mind they’re like her brothers.

“Bye guys see you in the morning” i said closing the door

“So it’s just you and me baby girl” i said walking to the bed. I was reaching in my hoodie pocket for my phone and felt the necklace I got for (y/n). I looked at it and left the box on the desk. I prayed she’s going to wake up soon. I slowly fell asleep.

I woke up to (y/n) hand moving. I looked up and saw her moving around a bit on her bed. Slowly her eyes started to open.

“Baby baby hey” I said while stroking her hair.

“who who are you?” she said removing my hand from her head.

“wait what? (y/n) you dont remember me?” i said shocked that she doesn’t remember

“Um no… Why am I in the hospital?” she said confused

“No no (y/n). You got into a car accident. Im your boyfriend Nash.” I said with tears streaming down my face by now. I felt her come closer to me and took her little hands wiping my face. i looked up at her and saw a little smile i been missing so much. She started to giggle. I looked at her strangely. Why is she laughing?

“Nash Baby i was joking i remember you” she said laughing her head off

“You’re so evil (y/n) I was so scared!” I said pushing her very lightly since she just got into an accident.

“That was so funny your face I can’t” She said while laughing. I laughed with her. My baby is okay.

“Are you okay? Are you hurting?” I said worried about her.

“Yeah just a headache don’t worry about me!” she said smiling

“You’re so strong little one” I said giving her a kiss

We sat there just catching up and laughing. I almost forgot about the necklace.

“Oh my gosh i almost forgot this” i said while reaching for the necklace box.

“Whats this?” She said sweetly

“Its for you baby girl. I was gonna give you this when you come home yesterday but you know this happened” I said with an awkward laugh. I opened it and gave it to her.

“Nash i thought werent going to guy each other gifts” she said

“Well, you didn’t follow that role either missy. I saw your present at the house. Thank you SOOO much baby” i said giving her a kiss

“YOU LOOKED? NASH IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A SURPRISE” She said in a mad tone. Which was so adorable.

“You’re so cute! Calm down i’ll act surprise when you give it to me when we get home okay?” She nodded and smiled

“Okay here’s my present babe” I said handing her the box

“I love it Nash. Its so cute! Help me put it on?” She asked handing me the necklace. I put it on and kissed her on the forehead.

“Im going to call the guys right now. They were here all night but i told them to go back to the hotel.” i said dialling Hayes number

H: IS (y/n) okay?? I she awake yet?

N: Heyyyy calm down! She’s awake come here and see her


*all the guys start screaming*

N: Who is screaming shut up! I’ll see you guys later! Bye

-call ends-

After an hour all the guys came into the room with balloons and stuff bears for (y/n).

“HEYY (y/n)” “HOW ARE YOU?” “ARE YOU OKAY?” was the only thing i heard from their loud ass mouths

(y/n) sat there giggling and telling them shes okay.

(y/n) couldn’t leave the hospital until 2 more days so Taylor went to go get some food earlier and now we’re all sitting around eating.

Your P.O.V

I sat on the bed laughing at the guys and their jokes. All the guys snapchatting us. As we were all joking around the nurse came in and checked how i was doing. She went up to me and started to check up on me.

“You know these guys love you very much. They were sitting in the waiting room for hours.” she said smiling

“Yeah i know im glad i have them” i said smiling back and looking at all the guys.

Okayy! I hope you guys liked it! I had to write it twice because my computer decided to freeze on me! fml. But yeah! if you guys have any suggestions for imagines just put it in my ask! 

One More Kiss

Max Domi for the lovely anon & because I love him -J


I stood in the arena, the smell of sweat and dirty hockey gear didn’t bother me as much anymore I was pretty used to it. The thing that did bother me was the looks from the opposing teams. 

“How are you pretty girl?” One asked, big brown eyes and messy hair. 
Really, who the hell says that to someone?
“Waiting, and hoping you and your gang move on to a puck slut.” I quipped, not in the mood for the bullshit hockey players always had up their sleeves. 
Well, most hockey players. Not really my hockey player. 
“Oh, she’s got sass. Do you have a name?” Another spoke up, this one bigger with startling green eyes. 
“Yeah I do, wanna know what it is?” I retorted, tilting my head slightly as I slid my phone into my pocket. 
There were now five of them all bigger than me surrounding a good ten feet, but I really wasn’t that worried as I checked the clock. 
“Hey babe." 
Right on time. 
"Is there a problem here?" 
One arm wrapped my waist and I had to keep the smug smirk off my lips as the group widened their eyes, all shaking their heads before leaving out the front door of the complex. 
I turned to look up at concerned green-blue eyes, two hands landing on my shoulders as Max scanned my face. 
"You’re okay? They didn’t do anything right cause I’ll kill them.” He stated and I believed it because that was the truth. 
“Max, I’m fine. I’ve face worse. They’re just assholes.” I shrugged, trapping his strong jaw in my hands. “Nice goal tonight though.”
There it was, that smile that I fell in love with from the beginning. 
“I heard you telling, we really have to work on your loud mouth.” Max teased, wrapping an arm around my shoulder before picking up his hockey bag. 
Ugh, even though he had taken a shower it didn’t do much. The smell was permanent in his skin I swear. 
“{Y/N} you’re making that face again.” Max laughed and pulled me tighter into his side as we stepped into the fresh air. 
It was rejuvenating with the snow falling from the black sky, car doors slamming shut and angered hockey players cussing themselves out over things they could’ve done better. 
“Yeah because no matter how long I’m around hockey you still smell.” I teased and got the look
You know, the one with the raised brow and tilt of his perfect lips. 
We had arrived at my truck, we always took my truck because it was the only vehicle that could somehow air out his bag. The only thing was Max had already tossed his bag over the tailgate and now had me pinned against it. 
“But you love it.” Max smirked. “{Y/N}, babe I know you do.”
I held back the gag and used my thumb and forefinger to pinch my nose just to annoy Domi. 
“Does that mean I don’t get my celebratory kiss {Y/N}?”
He knew it annoyed me when he used my name, it seemed so serious coming from his lips so I always cringed when he did. 
One long finger came to tilt my chin up as he pressed his hips against mine, “You know the only reason I scored was for you.”
God, people were looking as they walked past. The murmured ’oh my god it’s Max Domi’ and, ’what is he doing to that poor girl’. 
I knew he wouldn’t back off until I gave him what he wanted, but he also knew I wasn’t easy to convince. The exception was I didn’t exactly want to get into everything with so many witnesses in this parking lot, and I knew he didn’t care if he slid his hand up my jersey to trace patterns on my skin with his thumb. 
“Max there’s a lot of people.” I mumbled, trying to get the point across that here wasn’t such a good place to try and change my mind on his stench. 
“I don’t care, let ‘em know I love you.” He smirked, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. 
This kid would be the death of me as my heart slammed in my chest. 
“One kiss and you’ll leave me alone?” I laughed, this was a ritual I swear. 
“One kiss? Come on {Y/N}, you know you can’t resist me.” That damn wink, so cocky and conceited. “I could kiss you all the time, not just once.”
Oh I knew it, he was hypnotic and tempting. 
“One kiss and people will stop thinking you’re going to kill me.” I replied and his hand cupped my cheek. 
“Not one.” He whispered and his lips brushed mine. “As many as I want." 
I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. 
"Because {Y/N}, you’re mine and everyone should know.”
Damn, he was so possessive
His lips trapped mine, slowly as his free hand brought me in closer to his body. I forgot why I had been fighting it, but I always did. I always gave him a challenge, something work for. 
The only thing I couldn’t resist was running my hands through his hair and tugging lightly, praying the way his lips moved on mine would never end. 
“I knew it.” He breathed in my ear as he pulled away, that stunners smile tweaking the corners of his mouth. 
“Ass.” I stated, pushing him away lightly as I turned for the drivers side of the vehicle. 
All the fucking time baby.”
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Can you do an Austin Carlile one when where its your anniversary dinner & you get all dressed up for it and austin stands you up. Then when you get home, you realize austin forgot about it & you think austin doesn’t care anymore but he does. And just lots of drama and fluff please :3

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#pascon photo ops

Writing some shit down before I forget it. 

So photo ops were nuts. When I walked up to Jensen for my op (since his are always first) … he smiled warmly and said ‘how are you?’ and then ‘It’s good to see you again.’ cue me melting down internally. Apparently I also shrink about 3 inches in height any time I get up next to Jensen according to Valerie who was behind me. So we do my ops and I go to leave and he kind of just smiles and it melts me and omg I’m okay…but I need air. So we go sit outside and wait for our j2 session. 

So we walk up for our shared j2  (me & valerie) and Jensen (sneaky little shit) gives me this knowing grin and nods and says “hey ladiiiies” and Jared was like ‘hi! how are y’all!” and I go to explain our op and say ‘So, Jared and I are obnoxious….’ and Jensen pipes up with ‘Yeah you are!’ and winks (WHICH I MISSED BUT VALERIE TOLD ME HE WINKED AT ME) and so I explain that basically Jared and I are going to squeeze Jensen and Valerie in the middle while they look like they’re done with our shit. Jared takes this time to ask me where Robin & Amy were… INSTEAD OF LISTENING to me… but in the end it worked out. I’m in love with the op. A LOT. As we were leaving this op, Jared went to grab my hand and reached out and I patted his and was like “i’ll see you later” because the creation volunteer was practically ushering me out of the room for taking too much time already.. and he goes ‘Oh okay.. GOOD! Yes.’ and squeezes my hand. 

(insert waiting around for our Jared ops … wherein I end up buying another second session j2 for no GOOD reason) 

So we go in for our Jared ops and I’m sharing one with Valerie and then I have a solo with no ideas of what to do…. I walk up for our shared op and said “Jared.. do you like her top? She wore it so you’re both foxy” and he goes “but what does it say?” and I looked confused and looked at her top cause I was sure there was no writing on it and I said ‘No, Jared, it’s foxes’ and Valerie sort of groaned and goes “no.. it’s what does the fox say” like to clue me in and Jared goes “Yeah, COME ON AMY” and cue me freaking out because he just fucking called me by name. We did our op (Jared and I squeezed Valerie in between us) and then it came up to my solo and I just looked at him and said “what do you want to do?” and he goes “how bout a big ol’ hug… she just got squished, it’s your turn!” and so I went with the hug and honestly I swear to god it’s one of the most genuine jared ops I’ve ever had. And on the way out, he reminded me he still had our letters again.  <333 

So fast forward again to second session J2 ops and now we each have one and a shared one for the boys and us with Chris, the photographer and we did a squish with Chris and then I had one where I asked Jensen to push Jared out (because let’s be real, by now, Jared knows I adore him) and I kind of love it. :D Jared again squeezed me and told me he’d see me later, etc. He’s entirely too kind. 

Long post but I wanted to get out the stories before I forgot them. <3 

Matching for Prom

Little ficlet I wrote, inspired by this post, because it just screamed Everlark! (Mistakes are mine!)


I dump all my text books on top my bedroom desk, readying to complete homework, before plopping down on the desk chair, that’s in desperate need of a replacement.

I just got home from work, at Sae’s Diner, where I’ve been picking up extra hours, to help mom with my own expenses. I’m pooped and moody, not that I’ve ever been a cheery person, but today has been borderline foul, since I had the displeasured to serve Haymitch Abernathy, a war veteran, turned Panem County’s resident drunk, who only seems to function of off white liquor, sarcasm and chili fries.

He’s the most antagonistic human being I’ve ever met, and I think he hates me, as much as I hate him. One thing I can’t fault the bastard for, and the only reason I put up with him, without spitting on his food, is his generous tips. I made more money today just waiting his sorry ass, than all the last three days combined.

I just wished his tips were reduced, only to the monetary kind, but the old coot has a mouth on him, and believes himself cleverer than everybody else.

My feet, along with my bruised ego, are killing me, after an hour with Haymitch!

I cross my leg over the opposite knee, grunting, when I yank off my combat boot of my foot. I throw the boot across the room, into the open closet where it lands with a clank. I’m about to repeat the process with my other boot, when my cellphone starts vibrating on top of the desk, where I’ve tossed it carelessly not a minute ago.

“I swear to all that’s sacred, if this is Jo, calling to swap shifts again… So help me… Imma scream at her ass!”

Lucky for Jo, it’s not her ‘Gene Simmons’ impersonation, the picture displayed on the caller ID screen.

My first smile all afternoon, comes effortlessly, as I see the goofy face of my best friend, smiling back at me. I already feel the stress of the day melt away from my shoulders.

I pick up the phone, and switch the silence button off, then quickly answer the call.

“Hello!” I sing-song breathlessly, with repressed laughter.

“Uh… Hiya there… I think I might have a wrong number or something,”

“What do you mean?” I whine at his confused sounding voice.

“Yeah, well you see, I’m calling Katniss Everdeen, petite, dark hair, always scowling, not a very people person, and I know for a fact, that today she had bad day at work, which most likely made her very grumpy,” he lowers his voice, as if he’s telling me a secret, “I’ve heard, she had a run in with her least favorite customer!” Then, in his normal, happy voice, he tells me, “But you ma'am, you sound too happy to be her. So, I’m sorry I bothered you… tootles!”

“PEETA!” I scream choking up on my laughter. “Don’t hang up, you doofus! I really did have a horrible day with Haymitch, and you’re possibly the only one, fit to salvage this terrible evening,”

He chuckles on the other side of the line. “Fine, I won’t hang up. Geez, now I know how Ben Kenobi felt… Since, I’m your only hope and all.”

“Help me Obi Wan!” I say in my best Leia imitation, making him chuckle again. “So, how did you know anyway?” I ask curiously, after a small pause.

“Word of mouth,” he says nonchalantly, “You know how it is. I was minding my own business, building a fondant masterpiece, when I overheard the melodious, chatty voice of Delly, lamenting to Rye, having to witness the debacle with her own eyes.” He paused for comic effect, “Although, I have to admit, I’d take her gossipy chatter, any time, over having to see them sucking face for one more second… Ugh!

“It’s disgusting! They look like a multi-arm monster, with a bad case of drooly mouth. ”

“Thanks for the unwanted visual!” I tell him, laughing at his aggravation, “You poor thing, your bother’s PDA bothering you?” I say in mocking, baby tone, cracking a big smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Wait until Prim starts dating. Watching your sibling with another person crazy glued to their face, is the worse!”

“Who said that Prim’s ever dating?” I snap at him, he laughs.

“So, was Delly wrong about your time with Abernathy?” I can hear the smirk return to his voice.

I sigh, “I’d say he was in raw form today. He decided to tell me how to make friends, because apparently, I’m too gloomy for his liking.” the easy smile I had in my face falls, and I tell him morosely, “He told me, I was as charming as dead slug,” I shrug even if can’t see me. “He pay with a one hundred dollar bill, and told me to keep the change. His ticket was only nine dollars and fifty cents. I guess I can put up with him, if he plans on making me rich after every insult.”

I hear him make that growling sound he makes when he’s aggravated about something. I know he’s got half a mind to go find Haymitch, and rip him a new one, for what he said to me. But, Peeta is about the only person the drunkard genuinely likes in town; being completely friendless is possibly the worse fate that can befall a person, I don’t wish it even to confrontational Haymitch Abernathy, so, I change topics, before Peeta makes his mind about screaming at the man.

“So, other than building fondant masterpieces, while eavesdropping at gossip that comes through the bakery, what else have you been up to today?”

“Oh! Right! So, I went to the mall before my shift, and walked into that tuxedo store, intent on renting my prom garb… because, you know, I gotta look sharp for Prom pics, and end up feeling like a dumbass, when the lady at the counter asked what color my date’s dress was, so we could match it up,”

“Oh…” I stutter. I don’t know what else to say to that. I didn’t know he was going to Prom, let alone with a date! But he keeps talking on his conversational tone, completely oblivious of my slightly hurt, completely confused reaction.

“So, she’s like: ‘okay, what color dress is your date wearing?’, and I’m like, ‘well shoot, I have no clue!’ and then she suggested I called, and find out and then, come back to see my options,”

“Um… uh…” My brain must be broken, I can’t seem to give any other response, and then I feel a sharp pain squeezing my chest, because apparently it just registers, my best friend is going to prom with some girl, and this is the first I’ve heard of it.

I always thought, Peeta and I would skip prom, and instead, binge watch The Walking Dead, while eating copious amounts of pizza and root beer. I feel like I’m going to do something stupid, like cry about all this. I’m still sorting through all this conflicting, disconcerting emotions, when I realize he’s asked me a question, and is waiting for my response.

“What was that?” I rasp, clearing my throat in hopes that I can hide the shakiness in my voice.

“I said,” he says slowly, “what color vest and tie, should I wear to prom?”

“Um. I- I don’t know?” Before I can even start to ask myself why in hell is he asking ME, about this, he adds offhandedly.

“Well we have to match, according to the tuxedo lady, so… what color is your dress?”

He only gets dead silence from my end. My brain really, just tossed itself out of the window, leaving me on my own with this mess.

Peeta, sensing that I’ve gone mute, keeps talking, trying to prompt an answer from me, "Yeah, I figured it would be something in the family of forest green, but, since I’m not one hundred percent sure of that, I didn’t wanna show up to your door on Prom night wearing green, if you decided to wear red instead… You know, either color would look absolutely gorgeous on you, because you’re so pretty and all… bold colors look amazing with your skin… I think dark greens and blues make your beautiful gray eyes pop, that’s why I love it when you wear that navy sweater of yours so much…”

“Peeta?” I try to interrupt him. He does this when he’s nervous, goes on and on, on this long, erratic rants, and I usually have to end up shouting his name to bring him back to the present.

“I think it’s how I see colors, that I can tell you what’ll look nice. I’d say you couldn’t look any more hotter, if you wore flames, but that’s just my humble opinion, although, now that I think about it, you’ll look amazing wearing flames…”

“Peeta,” I try again, because by now, I’m pretty sure I know what’s this all about.

He never asked me, if I wanted to go to Prom with him, but he’s so worked up, I know it’s what’s causing this insanity. I need to calm him down. Now!

“To be honest, I don’t want you look at our prom pictures, in, I don’t know… twenty years, maybe? and cringe in regret, because we looked like a mismatched pair, who randomly met at the dance, so…”

“PEETA!” I finally yell out his name.

“Uh… Yeah?” I hear the hesitation in his voice.

“So, yeah…” I take a deep breath, composing myself, “since when are we going to prom?” the question is pointed, and spoken slowly.

The line goes silent for a beat, and then he whispers, very quietly, “Shit… I forgot to ask you, didn’t I?”

I burst out laughing, "That would be correct, buster,” I keep giggling at his harsh breathing on the other side of the line.

If I close my eyes, I can clearly picture him, running his fingers through his golden curls, musing his hair as he goes, while bitting his lower lip sheepishly. I love the image, more than I care to admit.

“Um… So, Katniss?” He says quietly, “Would you, like to go to Prom with me?” He stutters a breath right after, and then rushes to add, as if I need the clarification, “Officially… as my date. As in, we wear matching clothes, ride in a rented limo, I buy you flowers and a fancy dinner, kinda date,” his voice is hopeful.

I can’t stop smiling.

Peeta and had been friends since grade school. We’ve been in the same class since kindergarten, but we only spoke in grade school, when my father passed away, and my mother was so sad, she forgot to make us lunches for school.

Peeta noticed me and my sister Primrose, huddled at a table empty handed, and broke his PB & J sandwich down the middle, sitting one half in front of Prim, and the other half in front of me, then he gave Prim his milk, even after I protested. Prim devoured her lunch so fast, I was afraid she’d make herself sick. I couldn’t blame her, though. It was the first thing we’ve eaten in a couple of days. So I finally gave in, and invited the kind boy with sweet blue eyes, and delicious bread, to sit with us. We became inseparable after that… anyone willing to feed Prim while going without, is worthy of my time and friendship, and Peeta has proven himself a thousand times over since.

The answer falls of my mouth, soft and shy, but without any hesitation, “Okay,”

He gives and incredulous little laugh, “So you’ll allow it?”

“I’ll allow it!” I say with my usual, self assured verb.

“Cool!” He gives a breathy, nervous giggle. He’s such a dork, but I love him all the same.

“Um, Peeta?”


“You wanna go dress shopping tomorrow after work, with me? I’ve got ninety bucks burning a hole in my pocket, begging to be spent, and I just got asked to Prom by this insanely hot dude… I think I saw a cute, sunset orange dress, that might be well inside my budget, but I think I’m gonna need your expert opinion, since you know all about colors go right with my skin!”

The chuckle he releases warms my insides, and I know I won’t regret my prom date.