well it didn't come out exactly how i wanted it but pretty close

anonymous asked:

How realistic was Laura fighting in Logan? She's 11. Her bones would theoretically still be pretty soft, but she's also a mutant who heals almost instantly. While she does often lose to adults when they swarm her, she also kills a lot of people. In addition, she falls in a weird limbo between Child Solider and Child Raised for Combat because the people who trained her from birth treated her as disposable, and didn't try to brainwash her. As a result, she escapes ASAP. Thoughts?

Well, I haven’t seen Logan yet but the problem with the question is “realistic”. This is X-men, realism left the building ages ago. Nothing is realistic. If you’re asking about realism then you’re asking the wrong questions because superpowers change the rules. What you’re really asking is: should an eleven year old child be able to fight on the same level as an experienced warrior like Wolverine?

And the answer is, in the Marvel universe characters with healing factors (like Wolverine) have recovered from being burned into ash by the sun. So, in a setting where his healing factor is failing and he’s dying but she’s young, genetically/physically enhanced, and hers is working at full throttle then why not? She’s a tiny Logan. A rage-filled murder ball dedicated to death and destruction, created in a lab that turns human guinea pigs into ultimate weapons. So, I ask, why not? She’s doing exactly what she’s been designed to do, minus it being on the orders of someone else.

What stops children from competing with adults is three things.

1) Physical immaturity. Their bodies are still developing, and not on par with an adults.

2) Mental immaturity. Their brains are still developing, and don’t have the same basic understanding that adults do especially in regards to consequences. They don’t really grasp concepts like “death” and “gone forever” very well. Psychologically, these kids get pretty messed up.

3) Due to the above two problems, unless they have weapons, they can’t overcome the gap.

X-23 does all three. She has the healing factor, genetic enhancements, and blades coming out of her hands and front toe, all of which solve two of the above problems. They allow her to go toe to toe with adults because she can simply power or brute force her way through it. From a combat perspective, it doesn’t really matter if she gets hurt or go through serious body horror as her body will repair itself. So, someone without morals could put her through a meat grinder and still use her again. Plus, at least in X-men Evolution and the comics, she tends to be psychologically messed up. Someone who was treated as a weapon from the moment she was born, trained as a weapon, used as a weapon, and doesn’t really comprehend most “normal” human experiences. A clone with all Wolverine’s experiences, except she went through them as a child.

Laura Kinney, X-23 is by all standards a fairly new character in the Marvel universe. She was first introduced in the early 2000s through the WB cartoon X-Men: Evolution. Like Harely Quinn, she’s a canon immigrant. When she was introduced in the cartoon, she was a teenager.

In character, she was an angry violent rage-ball, a teenage version of Logan except more lost and unstable. However, the major difference between their experiences was that where Logan was an adult when he went through the Weapon X program, she was a child. She was the twenty-third test subject, and the only one who survived the experiments. X-23 was desperate to find out who she was and where she belonged; and, having been “raised” by Hydra, determined to find (and, possibly kill) Wolverine whom she viewed as responsible for everything that happened to her. That desire was mixed up in her desire to know who she was. Because she was a human weapon, she couldn’t distinguish between the two. Fighting was what she knew how to do, so that’s what she did. Her introduction was sneaking through the X-men mansion, disabling all the other mutant children and teachers in order to single Logan out to fight.

As a character, considering everything else, she was a fairly accurate representation of a child raised to be a human weapon. Psychologically traumatized, unstable, and unable to really comprehend her emotions or concepts like “friendship” and “family”. Deeply mistrustful of anyone and anything who got too close, unable to communicate her needs except through anger and violence. Any approach was likely to elicit an immediate, violent response. She doesn’t know how to be anything except a weapon.

Logan could reach her because Logan understood what she’d been through, but he also couldn’t really help her and it took a long time before she came to trust him (if she ever really did). That door didn’t open often for anyone else.

If you want to see her first appearances then the episodes to watch are “X23″ and “Target X”.  The name “Laura Kinney” comes (I think) from the comics as she originally did not have any name other than X-23.

In the comics, she’s another of the Weapon X subjects and the 23 refers to her gender rather than the number of times it took to create her. She escapes like she does in the movie, and eventually starts trying to figure out who she is.

It’s not really worth asking questions about realism when a setting has explicitly ejected realism. Have a good guffaw over anyone trying to argue about the “realism of Batman”. There isn’t any. The setting has defined its own definition of realism and that’s what it follows. Realism isn’t everything, and it doesn’t define what a good story is. Often, it’s not even the question you should be asking. Avatar: the Las Airbender has some awesome fighting for a children’s cartoon, fighting clearly drawn (ha!) from martial arts in the real world. However, it is by no means realistic. And, honestly, that doesn’t matter.

Well-told stories are defined by how well they tell their stories, and maintain their suspension of disbelief. Everything else after that is popcorn. Realism comes into play when we admire how well someone has done their research, how well that research supports and enhances our experience when consuming media. You don’t want to understand combat just for an added dose of realism, but also because knowledge gives us more options to work with. The more you know, the more detail you can add. All the better to create a more enjoyable experience, my dear.

Understanding the rules is the first step in figuring out how to break them, or just manipulate them to your advantage. Whatever works.

-Michi

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Easily Bewildered

Bewildered; the first time someone used the word, I nearly laughed aloud.
There was a group of varied students sitting across the lawn, grouped together in the shade of a tree, all decked out in weird jewelry and with circles around their eyes, hurried pen ink on their wrists. I was at a picnic bench, sitting with my friends from lab, working on some report or something. There was a lull in the conversation, and the hushed voices, filled with awe, scattered across the grass of the lawn towards us. I was looking absentmindedly at my phone, and when I heard the strange phrase, I burst out laughing. Their voices were so quiet, almost afraid, and like so much else at this school, I didn’t take it into account. I instantly lumped them in with the other students, overly superstitious and quiet, clinging to their iron and their salt like this was some episode of Supernatural.
The first time I heard bewildered, I laughed. 

The second time, it was coming from the mouth of my Hall Advisor, in the longest informational lecture I’d gotten that year. I was sitting on a couch in the overly cramped common room, squished in-between two of my closest friends from bio lab, and we were already bored and over dramatically rolling our eyes at one another before it even began. They were talking firmly, as if they believed in everything they were saying, reminding us very sternly of the “advice” from the beginning of the year. Every year. It was about the third or fourth time I’d heard this lecture, despite not having been here that many years. Sometimes, I wondered if the weirdness would ever end, and just leave me to do my labs and lose my mind in peace.
“Don’t go out late at night, if you have to, make sure you stay on the path.” Well, duh. I looked to my right, and met the eyes of my lab partner, who was just perishing of boredom. I could tell she wanted to be on her phone, but we’d managed to be polite this far, so maybe we could make it to the end of the meeting. Our HA would appreciate it.
“Don’t go near the woods. We’ve had way more kids get bewildered this year, it’s not normal and you all really need to step it up.” I snickered. The friend to my left said something under eir breath, and my other friend suppressed a laugh, and we tried, really hard.
Our HA didn’t appreciate it. They stared us down for a moment, while some other students clutched their iron necklaces or slipped hands into pockets, making fists around what was probably salt, if I knew this floor well enough. I elbowed my lab partner in the side, and she shut up, em quickly following suit. Shockingly, we managed the rest of the meeting, finally slipping out and snickering, finally sharing all of the snide comments that had built up the whole time. Other students walked out glumly, faces pale, shoulders slumped.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Val, could you possibly write about what would've happened if Mike and El had kissed in the beginning of episode 7 please? 💜💜

Anon! 💜  I loved this request and I’m so sorry it took forever for me to get to it! Thanks so much for sending it my way—hope you enjoy! (Special thanks to @stevemossington for her help in thinking this through) 

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As gently as he could manage, Mike wiped away the dirt that streaked Eleven’s face, making a conscious effort to keep his hands from shaking.

“That’s better,” he smiled, setting aside the damp washcloth. He watched as El turned back towards the mirror, her eyes wide with disappointment, her hand coming up to touch her bare head. Mike gulped, suddenly wondering how he could take Eleven’s mind off of the lost wig.

“You don’t need it,” he assured her, and though he sincerely meant each word, his heart told him that it they weren’t quite enough. El blinked and looked at him, still sad. Silence hung in the air between them and Mike pursed his lips.

“Still pretty?” she asked quietly, almost defeated.

“Yeah,” Mike replied without hesitation. “Pretty. Really pretty.” Mentally, he berated himself. Surely he could have thought of something better to say. He was relieved, however, to see that his comment seemed to work. Eleven returned to her reflection and smiled softly. As Mike’s gaze lingered on her lips, he felt his chest fill with pride and something else that he didn’t quite recognize—a forceful desire to hear the sound of her voice again. His mind worked rapidly, rifling through practically every word in his vocabulary, searching for something to say.

“El?” Her name fell off his tongue before he had settled on something to tell her. 

“Yes?” She turned in his direction once more and Mike’s mouth opened. For a moment, no sound came out. Say something, Wheeler.

“I-I’m happy you’re home.” Well. That wasn’t so bad.

“Me too,” she whispered, another small smile on her lips. Mike’s thoughts were racing again, elation bubbling in his stomach. This was El’s home now—here, with him. The thought very nearly made him dizzy with happiness. Mike chanced a look up at El and met her eyes, so round and bright, looking at him with unquestioning trust.

Mike felt as though he had a brain freeze in his chest, suddenly nervous, excited, happy, and terrified all at once. How had this happened? When had he developed a crush on this girl standing in front of him at that moment? Did it even matter? And was it just him, or was she getting closer?

Mike became vaguely aware that his hands were shaking and he could practically hear his heart beating heavily in the otherwise silent washroom, certain that El would hear it too. His eyes darted to her lips again and his throat suddenly felt parched. Mike couldn’t remember the last time he had felt such strong and exhilarated anticipation.

Quickly, he closed the distance between himself and Eleven, afraid he would lose his nerve.

His lips brushed against hers, gently and for just a moment the lights in the small room dimmed, the soft yellow lightbulbs overhead humming audibly.

And then it was over. He had shared his first kiss. Mike felt his cheeks get warm as he rocked into the balls of his feet. El looked at him with wide eyes before her face lit up into a bright smile. Mike let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in, glad that she didn’t think he was a creep.

“El,” he began, tripping over his words, “I—that was—”

Mike was interrupted as the washroom door flew open, a very distressed looking Dustin urging them out into the basement.

“It’s Lucas! I think he’s in trouble!”

Perhaps, if it hadn’t been a life or death situation, Dustin would have commented on the blush colouring Mike’s face or on the closeness between his best friend and his newest friend. Because, even though he didn’t say anything, Dustin certainly noticed.

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Tell Me That You’ll Stay (Oliver/Felicity; T)

Ships: Oliver/Felicity

Summary:  Set post-5x17. After being patched up by Felicity, Oliver comes to in the loft. There, he and Felicity confront some home truths.

A/N: So I’m back, with another Olicity fic after the last one went down so well :) I can’t believe I’m getting back into writing these two but my muse isn’t complaining! Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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“Oliver… Oliver,” Felicity says softly, “I - show me where it hurts. And I’ll make it okay.”

Oliver reaches out, hand scrabbling until he finds her wrist. “Just… tell me that you’ll stay. With me. For now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“I love you,” he murmurs before he can stop himself. “I love you,” he says again.

And then everything goes black.


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Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you! This is a slightly edited version of the #DCVDay twitterfic, coming in at 1.2k.  

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Dean finds out the hard way that Valentine’s Day is the worst day to decide to show a guy you love him. He gets up early, makes eggs and bacon for everyone. He sets the table, puts out cloth napkins, and lays a flower next to Cas’s plate. Cas sniffs it when he first sits down, then sips his coffee.

He offers no reaction, like Dean gives him flowers on the regular. But he takes it with him once he’s done eating, which is something.

Sam offers to do the dishes since Dean cooked, so Dean leaves him to it and heads to the garage to think.  

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AU: in which BangDae got paired up for the pepero game

Daehyun laughs when he picks Yongguk’s name. He leans forward and looks over to catch Yongguk’s reaction, or lack thereof. The leader is looking straight ahead, a controlled smile on his face as he nods to the camera. Youngjae sitting in the center is already groaning in secondhand embarrassment.

“This will be the worst thing we’ve ever done,” he says.

“This will be the best thing,” Himchan insists.

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Roses are Red, but I am Blue

I couldn’t get it out of my head that Jack is so 110% for Valentine’s day because he hadn’t gotten to be romantic with his partners in the past and then I wrote a sads…Thanks to @trans-shitty, @dellessanna and @porcupine-girl for being the most people to ever read such a short thing due to my insecurities.

~1K, Teenaged Jack/Parse, Zimbits at the end

He feels strange, sneaking off from his billet house to the florist that morning. There’s something extra risky about it. Sure, he’s lied to them before, but it’s almost expected that guys in the Q are partying and drinking. So Jack’s not sure they exactly believed him in the past, just haven’t said anything to stop him. Going out to buy another guy flowers though, he’d rather they not find out.

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anonymous asked:

i feel bad, but i actually found the miller/julie relationship? so creepy and weird on miller's end. he was obsessed and in love with someone he'd never even met. and he repeatedly referred to her as kid which definitely didn't help. i was actually so disappointed that they kissed in the end because i was hoping that i was reading into it wrong and he just felt some protective but platonic connection to her. what did you think?

You know, I never thought of them as romantic until certain not to be named people opened my eyes to the possibility. To be perfectly honest, I’m still not sure where I stand on them, and mostly ship Miller with self acceptance. For the most part, I lean towards a nonromantic lens, just two tragic people, pulled together by the universe because they were meant to be together in some sense of the word. That said, I definitely do read fics and jump into shipping conversation, so I’m not 100% platonic either.

My main issues is that I’ve always….struggled with Julie’s storyline, which, by extension, includes Julie and Miller. Part of me, a part that gets smaller the more I discuss Julie, simply refuses to let go of the fact that she was (kind of) fridged. And while I don’t think that conversation should be dropped, I understand it’s very important to look at the context of her death, and to separate it from Miller’s POV (which is, unfortunately, our window into her story).

Ultimately, Julie’s death had nothing to do with Miller. She is a victim of circumstance, a casualty that results from the abuse of power, and a glaring example of what can happen if you put yourself in the crosshairs of a cause. She is also the catalyst of the entire story. It’s unfortunate that Miller is a character that makes everything about him, because he absorbs those bits about Julie. It’s easy to forget that Julie is more than Miller’s white whale. She’s an intelligent, resourceful, passionate, and strong female (the show does this more justice). So, while Julie didn’t die to specifically give Miller manpain, Miller absolutely undergoes all of his mainpain because Julie died. And the framing of the entire thing unsettles me.

I obviously still have some thinking to do about the entire thing. Regardless, I have to say that I never found their dynamic creepy. Mostly because, in the books anyway, Miller is pretty self-aware when it comes to Julie. He acknowledges the fact that he doesn’t know her, admits that she would likely dislike him if they ever met, and he is thrown off when he sees a video of her, mainly because she doesn’t carry herself the way he imagined she would. Miller knows what’s up. But he needs something to hold onto, so he makes that something Julie. And maybe it’s not exactly Julie – but that’s okay. 

To be fair though, I was also reading everything through a very platonic lens, so maybe that’s why I wasn’t picking up on the creeps that some people picked up on. 

In the end, I think they were meant to find each other – however you want to interpret that. They belonged with each other enough to save the world. No matter how you choose to examine that, it makes my chest ache with something I’m not sure I want to dig into so close to the episode. Miller and Julie are two characters you can stick into any AU and be sure they will always find one another.

As for the kiss – well, I wasn’t expecting it. And if rumor is right, the writers weren’t either. The moment was improvised by the actors, so they certainly felt it was right. I can see how people would prefer ambiguity. That’s how I watched everything play out on screen.

TLDR; I have no idea where I stand on these two, but completely understand why people do and don’t ship em. Wherever you stand, it’s completely okay. 

ephemeralaprxcity  asked:

EA: Hi ^_^ I think I may have sent this ask to a blog that's no longer active but I can't remember whether or not I did or didn't send this to anyone? So I'm sorry if you've already seen this ask before >_> but can I request a Zenyatta/whoever else you'd like with a crush on someone who's in a toxic relationship? Please and thank you >_<

Nope, I have not seen this ask before so it’s all good! ^-^

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  • Zen’s a pretty chill guy
  • Like, he’s a man of peace
  • He’s also a man of protection though and this kind of thing is definitely not acceptable
  • He probably recognizes it’s a toxic relationship before you do and warns you that it’s such
  • But you tell him not to worry and continue on with it
  • Of course the man was right though
  • You know it, he knows it
  • You don’t know he knows it and don’t want him to know it so you cover it up
  • Even if it is all constant fights and your current romantic partner goes off and cheats on you and every once in a while you have bruises on your arms from them holding you too tight
  • Zenyatta isn’t an intrusive man but you bet your ass that he’s going to confront you about this
  • If you really protest about it, he goes to confront the toxic person instead
  • He’ll do it when you’re nearby though, so you can hear what he has to say
  • Ex. You’re hanging out with your partner and bump into Zen; you leave to use the restroom or something and Zen and said partner are now alone but you’re still close by
  • Basically, Zen calls Toxic Asshole out on their shit
  • Calmly
  • No yelling or screaming but certainly walks right up to them so they’re almost chest-to-chest and just kind of goes off on a rant
  • Questions them as to why they do what they do to you, if they think it’s funny, if it makes them happy to be an abusive and controlling figure in a relationship, if they think it’s the way a relationship works
  • Toxic stops them right there and argues back that he wouldn’t know what a relationship was if it hit him in the face because he’s a stupid piece of metal
  • So Zen spouts off
  • “I know what it’s like to care about someone.”
  • “I know what it’s like to want to protect and take care of and spend all my time with someone.”
  • “I believe that’s what a relationship is.”
  • “What you’re trying to run is a dictatorship and that’s not how loving someone works”
  • All the while you’re just around the corner, listening in
  • Being the rat your partner is, they probably try to start a physical fight
  • Zen doesn’t fight back but he does defend himself
  • Meaning the guy probably ends up on the ground, via Zenyatta tripping him, with his arm twisted behind his back after trying to throw a punch
  • Let’s face it, Zen’s kind of sassy too; everyone knows it
  • So he’s just kind of like
  • “If you weren’t guilty, you wouldn’t have gotten mad”
  • Toxic’s getting hella fussy and screaming about how they’d have kicked his ass if they’d been in a real fight
  • So Zenyatta picks them up, turns them around, and lightly pushes them back
  • “Stay away from (Y/N) or you’ll really get to see what a fight with me is like.”
  • They’re almost ready to start a fight again so you decide to show yourself before it starts
  • Instead of grabbing you and yanking you away like they’d normally do, they just spit at you, say you’re not worth their time, and walk off
  • That’s that
  • Zenyatta apologizes for interfering but says it needed to be done
  • You can’t help but hug him, out of appreciation of his help and because of the things he said earlier
  • He’ll hug you back and gently rub your arms, specifically where your now-ex partner would leave bruises
  • C’mon, you gotta ask if he meant you
  • “Zen, do you care about me like that?”
  • If the omnic could blush, he would
  • Instead, his body just gets a little warmer
  • Might as well come out with it
  • “I do. And I couldn’t bare to watch your partner treat you as he did any longer.”
  • Tbh, he’d kiss if he could but he doesn’t exactly have lips
  • He settles for kind of an Eskimo kiss instead
  • Let the robot boy love and care for you plz, he loves you so much

lathwell55  asked:

Oooh for your ficlet prompt thingy... Jon really didn't appreciate his job at the costume hire shop until that one particular Saturday. Jon x Sansa please!!! Xxxx

A/N: thanks to @zip00198704, @greengableslover, @bluecichlid, and others for ideas of “kick-ass women in dresses”! Part of the inspiration for this fic comes from Sophie’s quote about rooting for “girls in dresses who are intellectually very strong”.

Also @lathwell55 this got a little bit away from me, hope you don’t mind! :)

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Jon really didn’t appreciate his job at the costume hire shop until that one particular Saturday. 

The job was fine, as far as it went, but he didn’t exactly have a golden tongue when it came to the customers. Jon usually breathed a sigh of relief when the street lamps came on and he could flip the cardboard sign on the door from Open to Closed.

But his night had just gotten a whole lot better, and more nerve-wracking, because Sansa Stark was fidgeting in front of the counter – gorgeous, sweet Sansa Stark, whom he’d always admired from a distance, and who was, miraculously, his chemistry partner this semester. Thank goodness she didn’t hold that Bunsen burner incident against him.

And since she was kind enough to drive him home after class, he’d also been able to help her through the breakup that past February with Joffrey. It had been tough. The Baratheons were a powerful family, and Joffrey had done everything he could to “make Sansa regret being a stuck-up bitch.” Sansa, naturally, held her chin high and glided past him in the hallways, and ultimately, the breakup blew over.

Jon had one indelible memory from that cold month –holding Sansa when she suddenly broke down and cried in the car after a particularly rough day of Joffrey’s mocking. She’d tried to apologize for ruining his shirt. He’d simply held her against his chest until her sobs lessened and ceased.

“It’s hard, to pretend to be so strong,” she’d said. “To keep up the front.” She looked up at Jon briefly with red-rimmed eyes. “Thank you for keeping my secret.”

Always, he’d wanted to tell her, but his heart was in his throat, so he’d only nodded. She’d pressed her hand briefly to his chest before saying goodbye. He’d almost stumbled getting out of the car, and spent a sleepless night dwelling on the softness of her hair.

But it was only one moment, nothing more. He didn’t want to be a rebound guy. And more importantly, he valued their friendship. He could be content with the way she nudged him in class when his eyes started to close, or the code names they’d invented for Professor Luwin as he droned on about catalysts and precipitates. She never mentioned that night in the car again, and he didn’t press her about it.

He only got to be near her for an hour every day, and that was enough for h–

“Jon, um, am I bothering you? You’re still open, right?” Sansa was biting her lip, and Jon could have kicked himself. Damnit Snow, she’s going to think she’s annoying you.

“Yes, sorry, Sansa, we are, how can I help you?” Could he sound more like an employee at a fast food chain? What was wrong with him?

Sansa smiled. “I hope so. Marg is throwing a costume party, a ‘badass women’ bash, and I know…I’m supposed to want a Black Widow costume, or some sort of armor, to really be ‘on theme’, but I just don’t feel like that’s me, and I don’t think you need to wear armor to be strong, you can kick ass in a dress, you know?”

Thank god, a topic he could actually talk about, he thought.  “Yeah you definitely don’t, I mean there are a million examples of strong women in dresses, like Arwen and Galadriel from Lord of the Rings and Eowyn who was a shieldmaiden of Rohan and–“

You’re babbling, you dork, stop it! Since when do you babble?

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What Scares The Avengers Most:

Tony Stark:

Dark rooms and creepy noises. Kind of an odd fear, But it stems from when he was kidnapped. He doesn’t like the unknown of darkness, and the unsettling feeling when there’s whispers or creaking sounds. He can barely get through any type of haunted event if it’s dark, and if there’s little kids laughing or just screaming he’ll pay them 100$ to stop and get him out asap.

Other than that, Halloween is his favorite holiday. He’s always the one to get the team to mess with the others.

Steve Rogers:

It’s actually extremely silly, But he’s most scared of anything to do with ice or frozen things. Yes, That does include people who dress up from the movie Frozen. It just reminds him of when he was in a block of ice for years. Sometimes when the team is feeling really mean they’ll freeze a mini figure of Elsa in ice and give it to him.

Natasha Romanoff:

She’s a stone cold woman. No one knows what scares her. Jump scares, Haunted houses. Nothing. Nat doesn’t even blink. You’ve all tried, But nothing gets her. 

What would really scare her the most though, Is seeing you dead. Once you were in costume and it had fake blood on it and she had to leave the room, She was so upset by it she asked you to change. But you never picked up on it that she hated it.

Bruce Banner:

When someone pops out of no where. It doesn’t affect him much, But he does flinch, and give you a warning glance to never do that again. Or else maybe the Hulk would show up. Really don’t mess with him and any scary things.

Clint Barton:

He hates the skeletons. If he sees one we will just walk out of that room and not go back till it’s gone. No one knows why exactly it freaks him out so much. But the team often pranks him by setting up traps where they’ll pop out. He always falls to the ground and almost kills you all.

Thor Odinson:

Nothing actually scary scares him. It’s the little things that do. Like fake Spider webs or plastic snakes. It startles him quite a bit. And he asks “Why would you humans make something like that?” Being completely serious. But you can’t help but laugh at how confused and scared he gets.

Wanda Maximoff:

Robots/Tech. Ever since Ultron she doesn’t trust any of that type of stuff. She can’t control Robots or anything of that sorts. And that makes her extremely uncomfortable. She tries to hide it, And she can do a good job. Leave it to her to hide her emotions. Even little kids in tin man costumes freak her out a bit. She just hates metal things. Or just things out of her control.

Pietro Maximoff:

He doesn’t fully understand Haunted attractions. So those freak him out quite a bit. He gets a bit more used to it after time but he still hates it and almost screams every time something pops up. He acts tough about it though, Flexing and boasting about how he almost punched a clown in the fake (When really Pietro ran away from him). Pietro often says “Pff saw it coming,” To defend his ‘Honer,’. But everyone knows he just got super scared.

Peter Parker:

Everything scares him. He’s a huge scaredy cat. Peter can’t handle any kind of Halloween event. No movies or houses. Even some costumes make him extremely uncomfortable. He  never admits he’s scared, but it’s painfully obvious. If you watch a horror movie he needs to cuddle, And if you’re going through a haunted house then he’ll have a death grip on your hand, and you would have to lead the way. One thing he isn’t scared of though is bugs. Of course. 

Rhodey:

People getting shot/fake blood wounds. SFX wounds freak him out quite a bit. With being in the army, He had to see lots and lots of real cuts and shots. For a split second he always thinks it’s real, and goes into protective nurse mode. But as soon as he realizes that it’s fake and he just ripped some of his shirt off to stop the bleeding (Fake) scrape he get’s extremely embarrassed. But if it was a real cut he’d be the best one to call. 

Sam Wilson:

He Hates haunted houses. Everything about them makes him want to die. He hates every single thing about them. Sam is fine with horror movies or shows, But when it gets real, He’s out. It would take some serious work to get him to go into a haunted place. He jumps when the door opens. He almost has a heart attack when something comes out of the dark, And he is so so close to fainting when they pull out a fake knife. 

Scott Lang:

He’s a little scared of everything. But what scares him most is flying on planes. It doesn’t trust them at all. Scott is okay with it if it’s Antony, But he just can’t trust anyone else with flying. He used to hate it all together, But flying on an Ant made him less scared. At least by a bit.

T’Challa:

Much like Nat, He is not affected by much/nothing scary. He doesn’t get scared of that kind of stuff. He knows it’s fake, So why would it matter? Even if someone he loved died, Sadness or hurt is not his first thought. It’s revenge. He’s a mysterious person, Who keeps secrets like that locked up. Where no one will find them.

The only thing that scares him (Not even a lot. And not Halloween related,) Is explosions. It takes him back to when his father died. But he now only flinches at them.

Bucky Barnes:

People Jumping out at him. He can’t stand it. It doesn’t scare him too much, But that does not make it any better. Plus his reflexes tend to get him in deep. Someone ends up with a bloody nose and he is kicked out of or booed out. It’s not pretty. But hey, They picked the wrong guy to scare. You have no idea why he still goes to scary events, When the end almost always ends the worst way possible.


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The Poisonous Apple (Boss! Jimin x reader)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,738

A/N: So this is my first try at pure fluff, and it didn’t turn out the way I wanted to or as well as I had hoped, but I certainly did my best. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading!

Summary: He was a poisonous apple as long as all you had was mindless intimacies, but if you consume poison long enough does it start being sweet? Or was it ever poison in the first place?

Originally posted by letstalkaboutjimin


A drunken Snow White I met on Halloween once told me, “If you take a bite of a poisonous apple often enough, it starts to taste like a delicate ripe fruit.”

He is my poisonous apple.

Park Jimin is everything I shouldn’t want and everything I need in one human.

“The boss’s son is here!” My coworkers hushed voice pulled me out of my trance. She was gushing, “What if he looks our way like last time?”

I blinked, “He-WHAT?!” I lifted my head from my cubicle desk.

The boss’s son.

Park fucking Jimin.

Jimin is the poisoned apple in my life. He’s so beautiful, but he is nothing but trouble for any fool who takes a bite. I am that fool. You see, he and I have been in a certain arrangement for a year that started with his typical flirting which then lead to more private sessions. Those private sessions led to messy feelings for both parties, and we are currently in a bit of a not a couple’s quarrel.

I am shamefully easily enchanted, and Jimin looked like he came from a fairy tale: he had a successful job, good looks, and charisma no one could deny. And with all that, I ended up here in a sour mood and a broken heart after he said we could only measure up to “good friends” title-wise.

“I know! He’s so hot!” Hongra squealed, “How does my hair look?” She patted down her artificial blonde hair.

“How can you be so calm when the real boss is making employee cuts?” I sighed.

“Oh, y/n. You didn't’ hear? The son is taking over this branch now. He’ll be our new boss! Oh, I could just die!” She wore a goofy smile on her mesmerizing face.

“I’d prefer if I didn’t lose a worker by death the first day I come.” A silky smooth voice that made me stomach churn came from behind Hongra as she jumped, “Also they’re not cuts, just forced transfers to our new branch where my father moved.”

She blushed profusely as Jimin leaned on my side of the cubicle, “I’m sorry, Mr. Park. I’ll get back to work.” Hongra spoke briskly as she scurried back to her cubicle.

“Ms. L/n, can I speak to you?” Jimin looked at me with a shining glint in his eye.

I’m so fired.

“Yes, sir.” I stood up as we walked to his office with my wobbly knees.

As we entered the large office with the blinds closed, I crossed my arms, “Do it.” I huffed as he turned to me, “Fire me.”

“Baby,” He placed my hands in his as he walked backward to lean on his mahogany desk, “I’m not going to fire you.” He cooed.

I tsked, throwing his hands down, “Then what is it? I have a lot of work to do.”

“No, you don’t.” He smirked knowingly. I sighed, he wasn’t wrong. My work was fairly easy to finish early.

“Why am I here, Mr. Park?” I snapped as he put a hand over his chest to feign hurt at my formality, “I don’t have time for friendly interactions during work hours.”

At my words, his mischievous glint dulled. This was a shock to me. Poison doesn’t soften, so why was he suddenly losing that toxic look?

“Baby, don’t be like that.” He whined, grabbing my hands again, “Are you still mad about that little thing-”

“Where I said I wanted us to be something, you came on my stomach, and then said I was a good friend?” I recalled bitterly, “Yeah, pretty pissed.”

He sighed, “Y/n?” Jimin gave me his puppy eyes.

“No, I refuse to feel like some cheap whore,” I pouted, “Either you want to be something or you don’t.”

“Now don’t you pout baby girl,” He raised his hand to have his thumb lightly push my lip in, “Tell me exactly what you want.”

I could feel myself heating up under his mere touch, “I told you,” My voice had gone undeniably softer, “I want us to be official.”

When Jimin had picked me up for the first time, you’d think I’d be the toxins in his fruit with the scandal of me being an employee, but we had initially intended our relations to be discreet. Even though I warned him I fall easily, he insisted we try to keep it casual,but of course, my dumb ass isn’t capable of casual.

He nodded as if I offered him a business deal and he was taking it under mild consideration, “How do you feel about me?”

My eyes immediately casted down as my cheeks flushed, “Please don’t make me confess again.”

The way he looked at me was spellbinding. I couldn’t look away from his burning eyes filled with so much passion, but was that passion for me or my body? I was in a trance, and he was happily leading himself closer and closer to my lip.

“Tell me how you feel.” He mused, “Come on, baby.” He brought his hand to my face to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

I blinked, breaking free from his toxic clutch, and threw his hand down, “Stop that. I’m not here to feed your ego, “ I hissed, “You know what? I love you!” I snapped, “And we’re done.” I made my way out of the office only to feel a hand close itself around my list.

“I love you, y/n!” I sighed, wiggling my arm free.

I huffed, “Do you even know what couples in love do?” He just stared at me, “They have fun movie nights and snuggle, not make out to whatever is on HBO. They shyly hold hands in the street, not make out in an alleyway. They do stupid love stuff, not stupid lust stuff.” I sighed, “Now is not the time. I have work to do.” I bowed then left the room with a heavy and beating heart.

—-

After work, I decided to treat myself to some shitty romance comedy with some sweet ice cream due to the emotional turmoil a black haired demon brought upon me. I was halfway done with a tissue box when the doorbell rang, causing me to put my ice cream on the coffee table while I brushed off my gray sweatpants and a baggy black t-shirt.

Upon opening the door, I immediately wanted to slam it.

Low and behold a sinfully beautiful being stood in my doorway rocking the same general outfit as me, except he made it look fit for an Adonis like himself. I groaned as I studied him, “What?” I stomped like a little kid.
“Cute, we have couple outfits.” He smirked and I tried to shut the door, but he stopped it with his foot. It was then he pulled out a caramel apple adorned with delicious sprinkles, “You once said giving you a candy apple was ensuring a yes to a future marriage proposal.” His head was cast mostly down to his the red tint dusting his cheeks.

Where was all of this coming from? I hesitantly grabbed the apple from his grasp, “What’s with the sudden change of heart?” I questioned suspiciously, “Is this your way of telling me I’m fired?!” I gasped, “Park Jimin if you think that giving me an apple will make up for making me jobless then you-” I was cut off by the softest kiss that had ever been planted on my lips.

It was different from the usual lust-filled toxic ones. This one was the sweetest I had ever tasted. Jimin brought his hand up to hold the back of my head while his other hand anchored itself on my hip as he guided me backward into my home, closing the door as he stepped into the threshold of my habitat. The kiss broke apart naturally, and we were still left panting for more of each other, “So, “Jimin gave me his rare warm smile, “What are we watching?”

—-

It was a new feeling. My heart was pounding for some reason as Jimin sat next to me on the sofa. I had been with him so many times, not to mention in much more intimate ways, but never like this, like an actual couple. As we watched the movie, my leg was nervously bouncing. Upon noticing this, he placed his hand lightly on my knee, stroking his thumb lightly on my skin, “What’s wrong, baby?” He mused, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“N-Nothing.” I blushed as I stuttered. With that, he nodded as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling me closer to him. His hand brushed my own, and it felt electricity shot through me, causing me to bite down on the apple I had been eating. However, the sprinkled fell onto my shirt as the apple’s juices dripped down my chin.

My eye’s widened in a moment of panic while I put the apple on the plate I set out on the coffee table as I made the mistake of looking up at him with all the mess still on my face. Jimin chuckled a little but as he wiped some of it off my chin using his other hand, “God, you’re so beautiful, y/n.” He spoke genuinely.

“Shut up,” I whined as I hit his chest with my hand, which he caught and intertwined with his own.

“Do you know how long I’ve been in love with you? How many times I wanted to tell you? And the one time you said it, I fucked it up, because I was scared.” I looked up at him to meet his eyes, “I was scared you’d eventually realize I’m not that great or find someone better-”

“There’s no one better.” I added, “Do you want to know when I realized it? The night it was a big storm and you sang me to sleep. Not during sex or a fancy dinner, just on a night like this.”

“Y/n, I love you.” He spoke softly while he looked into my eyes as shivers went down my spine, “Will you officially be mine?”

I nodded excitedly, “I love you too, Jimin.” I gave him a brisk kiss that quickly turned into anything but brisk as the night turned into anything but sleeping, but this time, it meant something.

It’s moments like these where I wonder if he ever was poison at all. Maybe he was just an apple too stubborn to ripen. Either way, all I have now is a sweet fruit I wish to keep in my grasp.

Evening Mint Tea

Pairing: Amami/Saihara (AmaSai)
Characters: Rantarou Amami, Shuuichi Saihara, Kaede Akamatsu, Kokichi Ouma (mentioned), Miu Iruma (mentioned)
Words: 2,476
AO3 Link: here

Description: “A mint-haired fox whose entire personality is a syrupy disguise… His type are ones that never dare to take the risk with owlish guys.”

A/N: Very loosely based on this prompt. Almost 100% headcanon-based, self-indulgent stuff! I kept a lot of things vague on purpose, since I feel that it works best that way considering the limited info we know about NDRV3. At the time of writing this, I know <5% about the characters’ canon personalities, so if anyone’s reading this in the future for some reason, please keep that in mind. This probably won’t be IC at all when the game actually releases, but it was fun for me to muse about and write up.

With all that said… I hope you enjoy the fic under the cut! Likes/reblogs are extremely appreciated if you do~ ☆

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I’ve been thinking a lot about Mrs Busby and when exactly the penny started to drop about Delia and Patsy so here goes:

Clearly in the hospital after Delia’s accident she had no clue. Patsy was simply the lady Delia helped at Cubs, who’d maybe been mentioned in a few letters. She was sympathetic to Patsy, even told her she could write.

Now we know in between then and the Christmas special, Mrs Busby got VERY protective of Delia, and understandably so. There’s been a few theories about why she didn’t want Delia to come back to London, why she never sent any of Delia’s letters to Patsy, that she maybe had some sort of suspicion about this woman her daughter kept talking about, who was first at her bedside in tears when the accident happened.
BUT
I honestly think that the reason Mrs Busby didn’t send those letters was because she didn’t want Delia to have any encouragement to go back to London. Maybe she thought that perhaps if Patsy never got any replies, she’d give up writing eventually, and Delia wouldn’t have any ties to the city any more. Mrs Busby can’t get past the view that London is the place where she nearly lost her daughter, she wouldn’t want her going back, living alone and so far away after months of being looked after around the clock. She just sees it as too dangerous. I don’t think she had a clue about them yet. Even if Delia had been talking about Patsy a lot, she would just have seen it as another connection to her life in London.

We’re assuming Mrs Busby didn’t know about Delia and Patsy meeting up in the Christmas special, so let’s fast forward to 5x01. They’re in London again, meeting Patsy again, and still she doesn’t want Delia moving back UNTIL Sister Julienne says that she can live at Nonnatus House with them. Now, if Mrs Busby did know about them at this point, she’d have refused, no way would she let her daughter live in the same house as Patsy if she knew what was going on.

So I’m thinking that really, she didn’t have a clue until sometime between then and the tea room scene in 5x08. I’ve watched this scene a few hundred times trying to figure it out. Does she actually know? To what extent does she know? How does she feel about it? At first I didn’t think she knew at all, but now I’ve gone back and watched it again, there’s a really wonderful, subtle subtext in the conversation that they have. I think back home she’s been thinking about how close they are, probably never getting a letter that doesn’t mention Patsy. But of course, this is the early 60s and she doesn’t really want to admit it. She knows their relationship is more than simply friends, but wouldn’t want to think about it any more than that, because she loves her daughter and doesn’t want the societal repercussions that came with being gay for her.

I think that the penny completely drops when Patsy tells her they’re going to Paris. Her “thick as thieves” line before that is her hinting to them that yes, she knows they’re more than friends, but when she says that Delia always did things her own way, and tells her not to do anything to make her dad cry, that’s her acceptance. It’s her way of saying “I know that what’s going on between you two is more than you’re displaying to everyone else, I accept that it’s your life, but it’s never going to be discussed more than this.” I think she was, in a protective 1960s mother way, trying to tell them to be careful, and not get caught, in the context of talking about letting Delia be free to make her own decisions without upsetting her father. That’s why this scene is so great, because it’s almost like two conversations going on at once. The outside conversation, and underneath it the true meaning that they all know but they’ll probably never actually talk about. And really for the time period, it’s a pretty great outcome.

The Surprise

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Summary: Dean has a surprise for your week off between jobs. 
Word Count: 2095
Warnings: Perhaps a wee bit of a cliffhanger at the end. Don’t hate me.

Your name: submit What is this?

You took a good look around the day room at the station that had been your home-base for several years now. This was your last twenty-four-hour shift with the next county over from yours; after a relaxing week off, you would start work with Ethan in your own county. Twelve hour shifts were certainly still taxing, but you were looking forward to going home every night, whether it was to your bed or Dean’s, and not spending the whole of your first day off sleeping when the rotation came around.

Dean was excited, too. He tried not to mention it often, but whenever you mentioned it, you could see the excitement bubble up in his eyes. He had a surprise for you the week you were off – told you in no uncertain terms that you were to not make any plans until he told you otherwise. You still had no idea what the surprise was, but you weren’t about to prod it out of him. Not after he seemed so proud about whatever it was that he had set up for you.

After work, you went home to sleep for a few hours before waking up and cleaning house and getting ready for Dean to come over for lunch. If you weren’t working, you and Dean had made a habit out of spending Saturdays together, even if it meant lazing around one house or the other together.

You pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans and a loose t-shirt before pulling your hair into a messy bun. The weather was unseasonably warm, so you turned off the heater and opened up the window in the kitchen.

Dean let himself in, yelling for you as he came in with a couple of bags on his arm. “In the kitchen, babe?”

“Yeah, in here,” you called back, pouring each of you a glass of lemonade. “What’re we making for lunch?”

He set the bags on the counter and grabbed your hand, twirling you once before pulling you against his chest. He leaned close and smiled. “Hello.”

“Hey they, Sparky,” you greeted, going up on tiptoe to kiss him. “Answer my question, please. I’m starving!”

Dean chuckled softly before leaning close to your ear. “Hamburgers.”

“Mmm.”

“Pasta salad.”

“The kind I like?”

“Bacon ranch, with the shells.”

“You’re amazing.”

“There’s more.”

“Tell me.”

“Have I ever told you that your love of food makes me love you more?” He kissed you once more before releasing you. “I also have one of those Dutch apple pies from the freezer section that you love, so you should preheat the oven.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “You got all my favorites – what’s going on?”

Dean shrugged as he pulled down different spices to prepare the hamburgers. “Just wanted to bring my girl all her favorites.”

“Dean Winchester,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Come on. Out with it.”

Rolling his eyes at your impatience, Dean started work on the hamburgers. “I kind of took a leap of faith and made plans for us on your week off.”

You raised your brow and mentally guessed on lots of time working on the TransAm. “Oh, you did?”

Dean nodded. “I know it’s starting to warm up here, but I’m thinking we need to be somewhere even warmer. Lots of sun, the beach … you in a bikini.”

“Oh, Sparky, what have done?”

He turned to you, lacing his fingers through yours, with a proud smile on his face. “I booked us a trip to Florida for a few days. We can get away, just the two of us. Enjoy the time off together. I’ll spoil the shit out of you, too.”

“So romantic – well, except for the cursing part,” you chuckled. “Count me in.”

“Really?” Dean grinned. “You’re not mad that I didn’t talk to you first?”

You shrugged, pulling away and going for a pot to boil the pasta in. “I mean, I wouldn’t say that I’d enjoy you making it a habit or anything, but this really is an amazing gesture, Dean. I’m excited. When do we leave?”

“Monday morning. And Y/N – I mean it when I say I’m going to spoil you. So be prepared.”

***

Dean wasn’t kidding. He drove the two of you over to the airport Monday morning, albeit a little too early for your liking. It was the first Monday of Spring Break, and you figured the airport would have been busier; when you mentioned it to Dean at the check-in counter, the employee there told you that most of those flights had gone out the previous Thursday or Friday.

“Lucky us,” Dean smiled, taking his ticket from her before dropping both of your bags at the luggage area.

An hour later, the two of you were airborne. You hated flying – couldn’t believe how at ease Dean was with it, as though he were riding in a car down the highway.

“I know you’re not crazy about heights, I don’t know how you handle flying,” you sighed, white-knuckling the arm of your seat when the plane hit a patch of turbulence.

Dean pried one of your hands from the seat and held it between his own. “In another universe, I suppose.”

After a short lay-over in Atlanta and another bumpy plane ride, you finally found yourself safe on the ground in Florida, Dean at your side. You two picked up a rental car, checked into the hotel. You wanted desperately to go to the beach – which was directly behind your hotel – but the gray clouds overhead hindered that activity.

“I should have checked the forecast better,” Dean sighed, dropping down to the bed.

“Nonsense,” you assured him, kicking off your shoes and snuggling under the covers. “I’m sleepy from our flights. Let’s take a nap – we can open that slider a bit and let in the ocean breeze. Unless the storm gets crazy, it’ll be nice to hear the waves crashing and whatnot.”

Dean studied his phone a little more. “Forecast only calls for light showers.”

“Perfect,” you smiled as he opened the heavier slider, leaving the screened portion closed. “We can check out that balcony view later.”

“It’s pretty good.” Dean slid into bed next to you, pulling you close. “Thank you for coming on this trip with me.”

“Thank you for a vacation that’s already been wonderful,” you beamed back, kissing him sweetly before drifting off to a peaceful nap.

***

When the two of you woke, clouds still threatened to drop more rain on the land below, but it sure wasn’t going to keep you holed up in that hotel room for long. You took a quick shower before letting Dean have the bathroom to do the same. The dress you picked out to wear was a white spaghetti strap number, with pretty wildflowers printed along the bottom of the skirt. You left your hair down to fall into its natural waves, and slipped into some red sandals. Just as you were finishing your light make-up, Dean emerged from the bathroom, his hair perfectly tousled, and wearing a green polo that brought out his eyes, and khaki shorts.

“Well, look at you, pretty girl.” He leaned down to kiss you. “Let’s do a little exploring before we find somewhere to eat dinner. What do you say?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed.

Thanks to a suggestion from the gentleman at the hotel’s front counter, you and Dean followed directions to a small district towards the middle of the city. There were street vendors, small shops, and plenty of restaurants to choose from for supper. The two of you ducked in and out of almost every store, took in the wares of most of the vendors, and finally settled on a place to eat.

“This is excited, our first trip together,” you gushed while the two of you waited for your food. “Seriously, Dean, you have no idea how much this all means to me.”

“Anything for you,” Dean promised, running his thumb over the back of your hand. It sent chills up and down your spine.

You bit your bottom lip, then pretended to look around at the restaurant’s décor. In reality, you were trying to compose your thoughts. Physically, your relationship with Dean had gotten more and more heated as time went on – and not necessarily gradually, either. The temptation to sneak down to the basement those few days you spent with Mary had been almost overwhelming, but you held on to your respect for Dean and his family and stayed put. The last few days, however, every touch that held even a hint of intimacy had your stomach full of butterflies, and the rest of your body aching with anticipation.

It wasn’t that you wanted to jump right to that. You were just so in love with this man, and the deeper in love you fell, the more you had the urge to share that intimacy with him.

“I think I lost you,” Dean chuckled, squeezing your hand. “Come back to me, Y/N.”

You giggled, but then let your eyes meet his in a coy gaze. “I could never leave you, Dean. You’re it for me.”

“Likewise,” he half-smiled across the table. His eyes reflected the lighting of the restaurant, but you knew the look he gave you was more than just mood-lighting – it was Dean feeling exactly the same as what you were feeling.

You were nervous the rest of supper, but tried not to let it show. When the meal was done, Dean walked with you back to where the rental was parked. He kept his fingers laced with yours, and kept his body as close to you as he could without interrupting your steps. In the car, he kissed the back of your hand.

Okay, you thought to yourself. Is this going to happen now? There was the look – damn. Why am I so nervous?

Because he’s the one, your heart reminded you.

And you knew it was true. Everything had to be perfect, because your love with Dean was perfect. You almost felt like you were losing your virginity all over again.

A few fat raindrops hit the windshield as Dean directed the car towards the hotel; by the time the car was parked in the lot, it was a straight downpour of the same fat raindrops. You bit your lip and looked up at the sky.

“I don’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon, Sparky,” you sighed.

“I think you’re right,” Dean agreed, turning off the ignition and leaning back in his seat. “Do we wait here a bit, or head inside?”

You pretended to think for a moment before breaking out in a grin. “Race you up to the room! Loser buys breakfast!”

You heard Dean yell after you, but all you could do was laugh as you ran, soaking wet, into the hotel and over to the elevators that would take you up to your floor. You couldn’t help but laugh a little more when the elevator doors closed just before Dean could make it.

The air inside the hotel was cold; you shivered and hugged yourself. You couldn’t wait to get out of that wet dress and into some dry, warm pajamas. The elevator dinged, signaling your floor. You walked at a normal pace to the door of the room you were sharing with Dean – and realized he had the key to the room.

“Damn it, you still beat me,” you heard from down the hall. You grinned looking over to see Dean coming from the stairway entry to the door.

“Yeah, but you have the key, so I’m not sure what I really got out of winning – oh yeah, except for breakfast,” you giggled.

Dean chuckled as he pushed the hotel door open, allowing you to go in first while he made sure the door was locked behind the two of you.

“I never would have thought you had speed like that,” Dean joked.

“I have talents you know nothing about, Winchester.”

You hadn’t mean for the statement to imply anything, but as you stepped closer to him, the implication was confirmed by the look in your eyes.

Dean looked back at you with the same implication in his gaze. His hands traveled up to your wet cheeks; he cupped your face and kissed you softly. Softly, but with a definite purpose.

“I love you, Y/N. Always.”

“I love you always. Promise.”

The kiss deepened as your tongues battled for control, and Dean’s warm hands went for the zipper on the back of your dress.

Morning After

anonymous asked:

I love prompt #160 that you reblogged! maybe with Michael talking to Calum idk or luke talking to Michael. man it's just a great prompt idec

(Prompt #160 by @writers-are-writers: “I really miss her, man. She’s perfect. I can’t see myself with anyone else ever again after this.”)

It’s been six months, and he still isn’t back to normal. Doesn’t really know what “normal” even is for himself anymore considering his baseline of happiness over the past two years has only ever revolved around you. And sure, Luke knows that sounds probably as codependent as it gets, but hey. Love makes people do stupid things.

The boys notice it in the way he doesn’t engage in conversation as much anymore. How he stares at his phone backstage instead of pumping to music with them before a show and in the way he immediately heads to the bus after one has finished. How Luke avoids pretty much any and all confrontation when one of the boys try to get him to open up and has kinda closed up and shrunk, like when you two broke up, you took your bags full of stuff and his heart (full of passion to live) with you. 

The fans realize he’s not doing so well either. They observe how evasive he is in interviews, see how Luke just kinda zones out sometimes and stares into space. They notice he’s not really as upbeat at concerts as he usually is, just bouncing around in his general vicinity and never straying far from his microphone. 

And the truth is, you see it too. You weren’t the one who brought up breaking up, but didn’t really protest it either. Didn’t fight for it because you were too shocked to even comprehend the thought that he didn’t want you anymore, that he was done. Hell, you didn’t even know something was amiss until it was over and you were left standing in the dust while Luke went to tour the world again. It was natural for you to be curious; to want to know what Luke was doing, if he was okay because even though you weren’t together anymore, he was still one of the people most important in your life.

It’s a Tuesday when he finally breaks down. They’re somewhere in the U.S., somewhere far away from home, so many miles away from the comfort of their own beds and families when it all comes flooding out. Calum and Ashton are hiking some trail a local had told them about at a gas station earlier in the day so it’s just Mikey and him on the bus. 

Immediately, Michael knows Luke wants to talk when the blonde shyly walks into the back lounge and curls right up next to him; tucking his feet under his body and head in the crook of Michael’s shoulder. It’s silent for a little while as they stare at the TV, but the elder knows Luke’s just trying to find the word’s to say, to accurately articulate exactly what he’s feeling. “I really miss her, man,” Luke starts, his voice small and feeble. 

Michael doesn’t mention it when he feels a growing wetness accumulating on his shoulder. Knows Luke’s always embarrassed when someone teases him about crying.

“She’s perfect,” the blonde breathes, his tone an odd mixture of enchantment, bewilderment, and regret. “I can’t see myself with anyone else ever again after this.”

Michael lets a small silence bloom, letting Luke have a bit of time in case he wants to add anything else before he gently coaxes, “Well, why don’t you tell her that?”

Luke pulls away from him, angry scratching at his cheeks to get rid of the tears that just seem to keep falling. “Yeah, let me just walk up to the love of my life, the one I absolutely fucked it all up with because I was scared and say, ‘Hey, what’s up, sorry I haven’t talked to you in six months! By the way, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love someone as much as I love you ever so like, congratulations, you’ve ruined me!’” Luke’s breathing heavy, his cheeks flaming red as he stares angrily at the ground where his toe’s digging into the carpet. “I can’t just do that, Mike!” he exclaims, before he lowers his voice to a level so quiet that Michael has to lean in to hear him. “She just… she deserves so much better. I couldn’t do that to her.”

And Michael laughs, honest to God laughs because you and him (unbeknownst to Luke) had stayed close after the breakup and really, it was just like the two of you to be just as miserable as the other. And though Michael abruptly stops laughing because he catches sight of Luke’s expression looking absolutely murderous, he doesn’t hesitate to say, “Just call her, mate. I know for a fact she feels the same way.”

And if Luke’s smile in the morning when he greets the band at breakfast and claim he made about having the best night of sleep he’s had in forever (even if he stayed up until four talking to you) were anything to go by, then Michael thought it was safe to assume Luke and Y/N were LukeandY/N again.

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anonymous asked:

More mute!Dick AU! :) How about them going on a date and they run into some friends? I kind of want to see how the couple interact with others (like fam and friends and stuff).

The amount of love you guys have for this AU warms my heart. It’s such a fun thing to write and I’m glad you guys enjoy it too!

Love Language

Despite the fact that they were sitting across from each other in a booth, Jason wanted nothing more than to pull Dick into his arms. The warm lighting of the restaurant was illuminating Dick’s face and he kept looking at Jason with this tiny appreciative smile on his face and this sparkle in his eyes. Jason couldn’t help but grin back. It was their anniversary and he had done a great job. 

They were at Dick’s favorite restaurant and they’d just finished their meal. Jason was excited to take Dick home and pepper his whole body with kisses. 

“Would you two like any dessert?” 

Jason looked at Dick who tapped his chin and then scrunched his nose and shook his head. Dick’s mannerisms became a little bit more exaggerated when they were talking to strangers. 

“Yeah, I think we’re good,” Jason said as he handed the waiter his credit card. When the waiter was gone, Jason looked at Dick. 

“I was thinking maybe we could go to that ice cream place that you really like,” Jason said. “Share a split with me before I get you in splits tonight?”

Dick smacked his hand playfully from across the table and then he gave Jason’s hands an affirmative squeeze. 

They walked hand and hand to the ice cream shop, but when they got there, Jason had to hide his sigh. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Dick’s friends, but it was their anniversary and Jason had been hoping he’d have Dick to himself for the night. 

Wally rushed out of the restaurant to greet Dick and Jason did his best to ignore the pointed looks Wally gave him. A lot of Dick’s friends still didn’t like Jason after he’d come back to Gotham. He’d been dragged away from Dick at events and parties on more than one occasion, even after Dick had become his boyfriend. 

Dick shot him a quick apologetic look as Wally threw his arm over Dick’s shoulder and did his best to drag Dick away from Jason. Dick kept their hands linked and pulled Jason behind him. 

They sat down in one of the booths and Jason was lucky enough to be squeezed in next to Dick, who immediately started stroking Jason’s arms with gentle fingers. It was an apology and a calming action all in one as Dick leaned his head on Jason’s shoulder, letting the table know they were a couple. 

“So,” Donna asked them. “You two aren’t out doing your usual thing tonight.”

“Nope,” Jason said. “It’s our anniversary tonight.”

Dick held up two fingers, glowing with how happy he was to announce the date. Jason didn’t know exactly how long they had been going out, but one day after moving in with Dick, he realized they’d been together for a year. Not just fighting and sleeping with each other, but actually dating. It had taken some work, but Jason had realized they’d gotten together and talked about things the night a big case had closed. Soon, Jason had a date, and he’d surprised Dick with dinner and a spectacular night in bed. 

Here they were again, a year later, still discovering things about each other. 

Jason ordered a banana split for them to share and upon Dick’s insistence, he also ordered a rootbeer float for them. 

“Two years,” Wally said. “That’s pretty impressive for both of you.” There was a level of condescension in Wally’s voice that made Dick and Jason both stiffen. Now it was Jason’s turn to rub Dick’s knee as his leg started jiggling. When Dick was nervous or anxious, he had to move to get out the excess energy. 

Jason knew Dick’s face was probably showing his slight discomfort but Jason still pitched in with a, “Was that really necessary, Wally? Two years is just how long we’ve officially been together. We’d been doing things for months before that.”

Dick looked at him, something that would look slightly annoyed to his friends but Jason saw the embarrassment in the slight flush on Dick’s neck, but the amusement in his eyes and the way his mouth pinched when he was trying to hide a smile. 

“Sorry, Pretty Bird,” Jason said as he rubbed their noses together in an eskimo kiss. “You know how I get.” 

Dick sighed softly and gave Jason’s lips a quick peck. 

Things were a bit calmer at the table after that. Artemis and Gar joining them. It felt like a Teen Titans reunion where Jason was wholly unwelcome, but he was able to deal with it by exchanging small looks and touches with Dick while eating their banana split.  

At one point, Dick did something that made Jason laugh and everyone at the table turned and looked at them. 

“Wait,” Wally said. “Are you guys having a separate conversation right now?”

Dick shrugged and Jason swallowed his spoonful of ice cream. “We always do that,” Jason said, sharing a look with Dick. 

“It’s so weird,” Gar commented. “It’s like the two of you have some secret love language or something.”

“I mean, yeah,” Jason said. “We kind of do.”

Dick polished off the last bite of the banana split and tapped Jason’s knee twice. 

“I think we’re going to head out and finish celebrating our anniversary together,” Jason said as he slid out of the booth, wrapping Dick up in his arms when Dick was standing again. Dick leaned into him and Jason buried his nose in Dick’s hair. 

Dick waved goodbye as he gentle pulled himself from Jason’s grip and they left the ice cream shop. 

“I guess we do have our own little love language, don’t we?” Jason asked. Dick nodded. 

“You know, I used to be jealous because you and Bruce can communicate so well, but I guess I have something with you that he can’t.” 

When they got to their apartment, Jason pressed Dick against the door and kissed him eagerly, tasting the chocolate on Dick’s tongue until it had faded and the only flavor left was the familiar taste Jason had fallen in love with. Dick wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist and squeezed it. 

“Alright, alright,” Jason said, grinning as he carried Dick to the bedroom. “How much do you want to bet I can make you moan again tonight?”

Dick sighed and playfully tapped Jason’s shoulder, but his body stayed relaxed. Yeah, Jason had a pretty good chance. 

Lets Destroy It

MOVIE : NOT MOVIE
PEOPLE : THOMAS BRODIE SANGSTER X READER
RATING : SMUT AND LOTS OF IT
WRITER : WE AND MY IDEA

note : luke is the name of your boyfriend not sure why just the name i came up with at the time 

Y/N POV

i was walking home from my job i only work five minutes walk down the road from the flat i share with my boyfriend, luke as i get to our apartment block i see he’s already home as his car a range rover TD6 vogue is in the usual place i don’t have a car i don’t mind walking to town for work and shopping anything else luke does i slowly but surely get to our apartment on the 13th floor and stand just about to unlock the door when i hear the voice of a woman giggling and the voice of luke i slowly open the door and i can definitely hear voices more clearly 

“come on mary” luke says

“i don't know if we should today, y/n could be home soon” the female voice replies 

“oh who cares about her” luke replies i then walk further into our apartment to see our bedroom door is open and lights coming from it i walk to it silently and look through the opening to see some girl i don't know sat on our bed in her underwear and luke sat just beside her the two of them snogging looking like any second about to have sex i can feel the tears welling up in my eyes but i dont want to burst in and make a scene so i just go to the front door again and take his car keys and leave without making at sound i run down all 13 floors to get to the ground floor i then collapse and start crying my eyes out against the wall i don't know what to do i dont even have anywhere to go,

scratch that i do have somewhere to go i then storm out the apartment block and get in his car still crying and start driving  to the only place i know i can go i get my phone and put it on the dashboard and call up my best friend thomas i know he’s back from work at the moment as i was going to see him tomorrow anyway after three rings he answers

“hey love” he says with his always sweet sounding voice

“hey tommy, i have to ask a favour” i reply still crying

“sure what” he asks sound a bit concerned 

“can i come and stay with you tonight something’s happened with me and luke” i say crying my eyes out again 

“course you walking or driving” he asks

“driving i stole his car” i reply 

“quite the criminal aren't you love its fine i'll open on the the garage doors and you can park the car there” he says

“thanks tommy see you in a sec” i say

“see you love” he replies before hanging up i then just keep driving luckily thomas doesnt live that far away from me now i know what you're thinking how the hell do i know him simple really he was my next door neighbor growing up and i've always been friends with him i have even visited him on sets before when i get to his house its huge and he has opened one of the garage doors so i just park the car in the one that's open and get out with in seconds he’s there looking as he often does when i see him not really awake in skinny jeans and a light blue button shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows looking if in honest like a teenager but when doesnt he honestly he looks me up and down noticing im crying “what the bloody hell happened” he asks stepping closer to me  looking very worried

i don't reply just burst out crying again he just takes me in his arms and hugs me tightly so im crying on his shoulder he moves his hand up and down my back to calm me down whispering calming sweet things in my ear as well till he pulls away from me as i stop crying and he takes me into the living room a large room with bookcases of games and films everywhere he sits me on the sofa then goes off into the kitchen i just sit trying to hold back my tears till he comes back with a mug of something and puts it on the table in front of me “hot chocolate, the only truly good drink for sadness” he says making me laugh before i drink some noticing its (whatever you fave sort of hot chocolate is)

“seriously” i ask

“yeah, its always here for if this was gonna happen…..on that not what exactly has happened” he asks carefully

“i got home and found luke in the arms of some girl called mary” i say “they were sat on the bed close to snogging each others faces of when i got there and i overheard him say he didn't care if i was gonna be home he was too wrapped up in her arms to care” i say starting to cry again but thomas just hugs me tightly again 

“hey it’s okay, i bet that mary wasn't half as lovely as you” he says

“she looked pretty good from what i saw” i say still crying from what i sore though the door she was beautiful much prettier and thinner than me

“well i bet you're still better than her, and lukes and idiot if he cant see that, he must be blind to want to be fooling around with some other girl when he has you” he says to me 

“awe you always know the right things to say” i reply hugging him even tighter 

“its true thought hes an idiot to think any girl is better then you, i mean if i was your boyfriend i would be begging to get home to be with you i wouldn't even look at another girl if i had you” he says to me pulling away so he says it to my face 

“awe thank you tommy, but no one has me now luke can go fuck himself for all i care, he can go have a threesum with my boss and the queen of england and i still wouldn't care” i say trying to be all brave and stuff even though i know i don't have to be with thomas

“what you gonna do with his car though” thomas asks

“i dont know maybe dump it in a ditch and text him directions to the ditch i left it in” i say drinking some more hot chocolate 

“well if you want i have an idea” he says getting up and taking my hand dragging me back to the garage when we get there he looks around some benches and stuff he has for working on cars and bikes and gives me a huge bit f metal no clue what its for in car terms he then gets something similar “Lets Destroy It” he says

“what” i ask

“lets destroy it wreck it then dump it in a ditch on fire and tell him he wants his car its on fire at where ever we dump it” he says making me laugh 

“are you sure” i ask

“sure just don't hit me in your anger” he says

“i wont” i say fluffing his hair out its normal place something he hates me doing but because he hates it that i do it at any opportunity 

“Y/N” he complains like a child “you're worse then ava for doing that” he says

“i know well ava got it from me” i smirk walking to the side of the car and hitting the mirror right off well that felt good so i continued hitting the car smashing various things and thomas has joined me now both of us destroying his car till these not much on the outside not yet destroyed so i yell stop and sit on the bonnet a bit not completely wrecked and thomas sits beside me “you all don't destroying” he asks

“for a sec” i say a bit tired after destroying his car to this extent “did you mean that” i ask him 

“mean what” he asks

“if you were my boyfriend you wouldn't do anything like that to me” i ask

“i swear by that” he says

“i bet your girlfriend wont be happy with that, then again she doesnt like me very much does she old isabel she don't much like me, thats gonna be another argument i can see when she finds out you have allowed me to stay here and you're helping me wreck my ex’s car” i say

“well i imagine she wouldn't but it doesnt involve isabel she’s my ex now” he answers 

“when did that happen tommy and why wasn’t i informed” i ask 

“happened three weeks back y/n and you went informed simply because you were working when it happened and i didn't want to bother you” he says

“it wouldn't have been a bother tommy, i like to know these things what happened” i ask

“she left me because she doesnt like you” he says quietly 

“what” i ask

“she left me because she doesnt like you” he repeats 

“what the hell thats stupid im your bestfriend what the hell does it matter if she doesnt like me if she loves you” i ask

“loved me past tense y/n if she loved me, she doesnt like the fact i have a friend that i constantly talk to thats a girl she doesnt like she just assumes i would cheat on her at any moment” he says

“awe poor you” i say putting my arm around him “well what do you need girlfriends for tommy we're two of a kind” i say laying back on the bonnet 

“yeah we are just two kids that can't hold down lovers” he laughs laying beside me 

“yeah we are, but if i was your girlfriend i would care who your friends are if there girls, boys, rodents or ghosts there your friends and if they make you happy it would make me happy to make sure you're happy” i say 

“awe thanks love” he says turning to face me i just turn to face him two looking into his deep brown eyes a second but before i've really noticed we were both stareing at each other he leaned forward and kissed me a way i have never been kissed before a little kiss sparking butterflies, fireworks and all manner of lovely things as we moved our mouths in perfect sync with each other a while almost fully making out on the bonnet of my ex boyfriends car till we both pull away “wow” he says

“yeah wow” i reply 

“why the hell did i wait this long to do that” he says

“i dont know why i waited so long either” i reply before we both re connect our lips with much more passion than before till we both pull away again “i just wanted to say” he says

“what” i ask

“this friendship of ours Lets Destroy It” he laughs

“better Lets Destroy It and taint my ex’s car” i giggle 

“you are so a little criminal” he laughs at me 

“and proud of it” i say  as we both get of the bonnet and go into the back seats the second we both sit down we are making out again my arms around his neck his around my waist but slowly moving down to my thighs in response i begin to lay back and he just crawls on top of me fiddling with my skirt before returning to kissing me i quickly move my hands from around his neck to start undoing his shirt he moans into my mouth as i do till i completely take his shirt off of him the second i do he moves away from me and pulls my shirt of tossing it away into the front seats of the car before scanning me over with his eyes but i just pull him back to kissing me he then moves to start kissing my neck and i twist a hand in his hair as he sucks on a sweet spot on my neck and i moan as he does till his hands move to my skirt again and gently pull it off me completely adding it to the pile of our clothes on the front seats before scanning me again and reconnecting our lips and i move my hands down his chest feeling his toned chest the whole way down just pausing at the top of his jeans “what you waiting for love” he asks between kisses 

“nothing” i reply letting my hand undo his jeans and pull them down slightly revealing his boxers before i gently palm him and he moans into my mouth moving his hands to my chest feeling me even though my bra making me moan as well till i let my curious hand slip under the waistband of his boxers taking hold of him in my hand “ah fucking hell” he says in response before undoing my bra and removing it with his teeth making me laugh before he reconnects our lips yet continuing all the way down my chest to the bottom of my stomach just above my knickers  before i grip his hair pulling his lips back to mine and use my other hand to completely remove his trousers and boxers leaving him naked in front of me i can't help but sit there gobsmacked i have never seen him naked before, well i say never once after the last day of school all our friends went skinny dipping in the dark lake and we hwee amongst them but it wasn't for long and dark at the time i wasn't really paying much attention but now i am “what” he asks 

“nothing just wow” i say making him laugh before he slips his hand in my knickers and slips them off throwing them with the rest of my clothes “i could say the same to you” he says making me laugh “now are you sure” he asks me

“fucking positive tommy” i giggle he just nods before kissing me again and slowly but surely pushing into me filling me up completely almost making me scream there and then before he begins thrusting into me with as much force as possible both of us screaming and shouting for a while till i can feel my climax in the pit of my stomach and i know he’s not far off either by the noises he’s making and the fact his thrusts have gotten much slower and sloppier till i climax screaming his name at the top of my voice we are so lucky he doesnt have neighbours with in seconds he comes into me mixing our juices together  and he collapses on top of me “you think we destroyed our friendship now” he asks between his breaths

“yeah thats gone” i laugh

“what about the car” he asks

“one more thing” i say sitting up pushing him off me and moving into the front seat and he sits in the other seat i get my bag from the footwell and get a pack of cigarettes as both me and thomas smoke i take one and bass the pack to him as i get my lighter and light mine and pass him the lighter as he gives me back the pack and we both sit naked and have a smoke making the car smell of both sex and smoke “well that was brilliant in my opinion” he says

“right back at you tommy” i smirk

“so what is this” he asks

“well i don't know, whatever we both want i guess” i reply

“how about boyfriend and girlfriend” he asks

“fine with me” i answer

“how about date for dinner tomorrow night” he asks

“fine with me” i answer

“and how about you pack your stuff at lukes and come here” he asks

“fine with me” i answer leaning over to kiss him again we both then finish our smoke and get dressed again and get out the car “tomorrow we drive it into a ditch and text him where it is and while he’s out we pack your stuff up okay” he says 

“okay” i reply letting him wrap his arm around me and lead me to his room i just sleep in my underwear as i don't have any other option.

when we both get up we dress and take the car out i drive the car even though its destroyed and thomas follows me in his car so we can go to lukes and get my stuff when i find a long deserted road quiet far away and stop the car by the side of the road right next to a ditch i  get out the car and thomas gets out his car and stands with me “i say don't light it on fire actually” he says

“i agree, but can we put it it facing out so the windshield faces the road” i say

“okay” i answers 

“wait” i say just getting an idea and getting back into my ex’s car and sitting on the driver seat thomas then sits on the passenger seat to see what im doing  i get my lipstick out my bag and write on the windshield

 “i know about mary arse hole

 piss of luke 

x y/n” 

“brilliant love” he says beside me “but if i may add something” he asks so i hand him the lipstick and he writes 

“p.s. we did it on the back seat

you cheating lying bastard

x thomas”

making me laugh “brilliant tommy” i say we both then get out the car checking anything we wants out of it and pushing it into the ditch and standing on the road looking at it as he wrapped an arm around me “that is how you get back at your ex” he says we then use my phone to send an exact map reference to luke as to where is car is and a text that says pick me up on it then get back into thomas’s car and drive to my old apartment and wait till we see luke leave out for his car then rush up to the apartment and pack up all my stuff and load it into his car rushing off before luke shows up returning to thomas’s “so lukes gonna let him fuck his little mary, now i've got his y/n” he laughs hugging me

“not his y/n, your y/n now” i giggle 

“yeah” he says

“we really destroy everything don't we” i laugh

“yep” he says

Diphylleia Grayi (Oneshot)

Pairing: Jongyu
Word Count: 15 524
Rating: R (I don’t really know so not taking chances)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warning: Cliché angel stuff

Hello, hi, so I started writing this a few months ago and stopped but now i wanted to finish it and this is probably the worst time to post this cause I feel there’s not a lot of people online at this hour but I’m annoyed with it and wanna go to bed so sorry if it seems rushed toward the end I just wanted to finish it TT


Horrible pain, confusion, annoying beeping – but mostly pain.

 

Those are the things going through Jonghyun’s mind when he wakes up. The blond groans when he tries to open his eyes because even his eyelids feel sore. He’s pretty sure every single inch of his body hurts – from what, he’s no quite sure yet.

“Are you awake?” A soft voice asks with what sounds like poorly hidden excitement.

Another noise of discomfort leaves Jonghyun’s scratchy throat as he turns his head toward the voice and he forces his eyes to open completely this time. He frowns when he’s met with an unknown face.

“Hi.” The man says and Jonghyun just then realizes that the stranger’s sitting with his legs brought up to his chest on the chair beside his bed and that he’s playing with a latex glove in his hand and – oh okay – he’s in a hospital.

“Uh…” The blond barely makes out, clearing his throat to speak. “Who..?” He whispers because the more he looks at the man the less familiar he looks and he really hopes he doesn’t have some sort of amnesia because that would suck – he doesn’t feel like he does but that’s probably what amnesiac people tend to think.

“I’m Jinki.” The brunet replies as if that would answer all of his questions so Jonghyun just keeps staring at him. “I kind of…saved your life?” He adds and Jonghyun’s mouth opens and closes a few times because he wants to say thank you but he doesn’t really how you’re supposed to show your gratitude to someone for something like that.

Jinki stands up then and flicks the rubber clove somewhere in the room before he stretches and Jonghyun can’t even explain how or why he’s so fascinated with the man but all he knows is that he can’t take his eyes away from him – maybe it’s the fact that he looks completely gorgeous. The man has the kindest eyes Jonghyun has ever seen, his smile can probably make anyone feel all warm inside, his face is all sharp angles but round cheeks at the same time and with the pushed back hair and white clothing, it’s such a perfect combination that Jonghyun just stares.

“Your mom will probably be here soon, your sister has school until late so don’t be too sad she won’t be here for a while. And your best friend Kibum is out of the country but he’s been calling every day.” Jinki smiles and Jonghyun frowns again, pulled out of his reverie, because why does he sound so familiar with his family and –

“How long have I been out?” He rasps and for the first time Jinki’s smile drops a little.

“Uh…Approximately fourteen days, five hours and forty-eight minutes.” He answers without looking at any clock and Jonghyun’s not entirely sure if he wants to laugh or if he should be freaked out because that man is definitely strange and creepy but he simply doesn’t.  

“What…What happened to me?” He asks, choosing to ignore the answer he received – or the fact that he’s still visiting after two weeks.

“Uh, you died. Fell asleep while driving and crashed into a tree in the middle of nowhere. It took me about fifteen minutes to bring you back. Trust me it wasn’t pretty.” He explains as if talking about the weather and Jonghyun is even more confused than when he initially woke up.

“What…What are you saying? How is that even possible?” He asks because while he might not have extended knowledge on the subject, he’s pretty sure that you can’t just reanimate someone dead for over a few minutes.

“Well, the fact that I’m your guardian angel helped a lot.” He says too easily that Jonghyun almost doesn’t catch the words.

Guardian angel.

He wants to scream, run away, ask for a nurse or something because this man is clearly delusional but he can’t. It feels like everything inside of him forces him to believe the stranger, to trust him.

“Do you need proof?” He starts, jumping up effortlessly on the chair beside his bed with the same stance as before. “I was told that a lot of human ask for proof at first.” Jinki mutters, scratching at his nose but Jonghyun shakes his head as much as he can in his position. He doesn’t want to know it’s real.

“I’m good.” He replies and Jinki looks a little surprised before his smile is back on his face.

“Alright then. Your mom’s going to be here soon so I’ll leave you two alone but I’ll see you soon again.” He says standing up and Jonghyun almost expects him to just disappear in thin air but he simply walks toward the door.

“Wait…Jinki.” He calls out somewhat weakly but the brunet just gives him a comforting smile – he’s not even sure why he finds it comforting.

“We’ll talk once you’re better. Rest for now.” Jinki says before leaving the room.

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Joker uses Harley as his new toy

Music blared out of speakers, the club goers danced in response as the sound hit their ears. Smiling, carefree, excited no nerves showing in their alcohol laced brains that Gotham’s most dangerous criminal was in their presence. Joker’s club was alive tonight and what a night it picked. It was a very special night, a night that they would make everyone remember. It was Joker and Harley’s first date. Her puddin had been at his desk all day today, planning out the whole night. The celebration of Harley.

Harley was excited she felt bright, shiny, and new. A toy, a new weapon in Mr. J’s arsenal. She was elated, bouncing up in down in her seat thrilled to finally be apart of his world. This was their first night out on the town, her first impression. She’d make it a good one, in her short red dress. After making her formal entrance, in her dancing cage she was currently seated in the VIP booth with Mr. J and a sweaty, begging old man.

Thinking about it, Harley figured the reason the man was so sweaty and whiny was because the Joker held a gun to his head. The smile on her face stayed true. Giddy, permanent as she waited for her Joker to finish the mob boss off.

Suddenly, Mr. J paused. Harley’s smile dipped, disappointed.

“This is the perfect opportunity…” The Joker mumbled, turning to Harley, his smile gleaming. “Harley, would you like help daddy?”

“Yes, puddin!”  Harley’s smile grew wide again, the only thing she loved more than seeing Joker in his natural element was being his center of attention.  

“Come here, kitten.” Mr. J waved her over with his gun. Harley all but jumped out of her seat, swaying her hips as she walked closer to him. Joker wrapped an arm around her waist.

He turned to the sweaty man again, Joker smiled, “This is Harley. Say hello.”

“H…Hello.” The man stuttered, confusion in his eyebrows as he looked over Harley.

“Harley, daddy had a thought.” Joker turned to her, his metal teeth showing as he smiled. His eyes were bright, cheerful as he started his new game.

“What’cha thinkin’, puddin’?” She grinned, eyes dancing over his beautiful face.

“I’ve got a dilemma, baby. I put all this work into creating you and now your pretty little self is just sitting there with nothing to do. Is all my hard work going to good use? No. Well that changes tonight. Take this.” He handed over his gun.

“You mean it puddin?” She giggled, thanking him as she held his deadly weapon in her hand.

“Yes,” Joker pulled her closer to the sweaty man who now had tears running out of his eyes. “Now stand here. Hold it up, put your finger on the trigger. Yes, just like that.” Joker stood behind her, hands on her shoulders. Lips close to her ear. “Angle it up. Yes. Put it right up to his forehead.” He laughed, “Right in the center of his eyes, pumpkin.”

Harley was having trouble concentrating on her victim, Mr. J’s hands were on her and his lips were so close to her ear. She could feel his warm breath on he neck. His growling and purring right in her ear. She started to turn towards him, her lips burned to kiss him. Mr. J’s hands kept her straight forward.

She heard his lips pull back into a smile, “Later, baby. Focus.”

The man was really sweating now, pleading for his life as the Joker taught her how to properly shoot a man. Harley realized the weight of this moment, she felt the gun in her hand. How easily it would be to shoot this man and end his misery. She wondered if she should shoot his kneecaps first, then cut off his fingers, and finally shoot him through the head. That sounded like fun, but alas there would be time for that later. Right now, she wanted to make Mr. J proud.

She shot him. Blood splattered out the backside of his head as the bullet landed right between his eyes. Harley laughed, clapping her hands around the gun. She spun around to face the Joker, smile shining on her face.

“Did I do good, sweetie?” She threw her arms around his neck. The Joker laughed loudly.

“Yes, Harley.” He hugged her around the waist, growling in her ear. “Did you like it?”

“That was so fun! Can we do it again sometime?”

“Of course you can, kitten.” The Joker growled in her ear, he paused then whispered, “Anytime that it’s funny. Let the bullets fly.” He kissed her forehead.

Twirling around, she looked at her kill again. Red was quickly starting to stain the gold of the couch. She heard Mr. J call for Frosty behind her, but she couldn’t stop looking at the dead man in front of her. His body was still in the same position it was in when he was pleasing for his life a moment ago. Legs crossed, hands together, all that was different was his head was back against the back of the couch. Like he was sleeping, well except his eyes were still open and the blood splatter behind his head. She giggled, proud of herself as she spotted a gold watch around his wrist, she tugged it off of him before the blood could hit it.

“Look, puddin!” She held up the watch for him to see, “A trophy for me!”

“Wonderful, baby.” Joker smiled, grasping her hands as he led her out of the VIP booth. Frost walked in behind them with a mop and windex. “Let’s get home.”

Thanks for reading! Happy New Year! ✨

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